#curt henning

[84reedsy]

[razor-ramons-thighs]

[blowflyfag]

WRESTLING SCENE Presents RINGSIDE : November 1983

[eowynstwin]

Ghoap x reader. Autistic reader. Christmas angst. Allusions to Ghost’s backstory. Salacious use of ribbon. Soap being inappropriate. NSFW.

Soap fidgets on the train the whole way over to the light show. You don’t notice, of course, your earplugs are in, but Ghost, hypervigilant for the season, cocks an eyebrow.

“Itches like mad,” Soap grouses. He tugs at the collar of his sweater, a ghastly thing in fuzzy green, red, and gold, with LED bulbs embroidered down the front.

Ghost scowls at him. Soap purses his lips, not chastened. You sit between them, oblivious, fingering the zipper of your purse.

There’s enough cheer on the train to make up for their collective lack. More than one person wears a dumb Santa hat, and at least every other has on something colorful and festive. It seems like everyone feels some sort of Christmas spirit but Ghost, and it makes his hackles tense up.

Your hand slips into his then, smooth like silk settling over his palm. He looks at you; your gaze is fixed steadily ahead, unfocused. He’s not sure whether you reached for him to find comfort or offer it, but he closes his fingers around yours anyway.

He looks over—Soap has your other hand. Reaching to find, then. He squeezes.

The three of you wait until the very last moment to disembark when you arrive, letting the crowd out first. Ghost’s choice. The absolute last thing he wants is to lose either you or Soap in the stream of people flowing from the train—Soap will get distracted, and you hate it when strangers crowd you. This is going to be a trial as it is.

Ghost has to admit—once they reach the grounds, the displays are something to see. Together, you walk through a tunnel of lights leading you to the beginning of the walk, rings of warm white gently shining overhead, and Ghost, despite himself, can’t help but admire how it makes both of his partners look like they’re glowing.

Then Soap tugs at his sweater again, and Ghost bites down a growl.

“Oh, hot chocolate,” you say at the end of the tunnel, looking over at a cart laden with a few big steel samovars. “I’m going to get some, either of you want any?”

“Cider,” Ghost says, softening the curtness of his tone with the tenner he hands you. “If they’ve got any.”

“Coffee for me, hen, if you don’t mind,” Soap adds with a smile. You nod, and scurry toward the drinks.

Soap eyes him. Ghost knows what he sees—his back has been ramrod straight since the bloody month started. He holds his shoulders the same way he might if he had his rifle across his chest. His jaw has been hard as a cinder block any time the market clerk tossed “happy holidays” at him when he did his best to get away as fast as he could.

“Don’t,” Ghost says.

Soap says nothing.

This is not their first Christmas together, but it is their first with you. The sergeant already knows how Ghost feels about the holiday; you do not, and Ghost wants to keep it that way for a little while longer.

Divining your feelings about anything takes a little longer than it might with anyone else, but he’s pretty sure you’re excited, in your way. Soap, for whom pine trees and glitter and the smell of snow in the air seem to activate a sleeper agent in his brain that orgasms at the mere sight of tinsel, already has a Wellington resting in their shared fridge, and artfully wrapped presents crammed under their pre-lit tree. The two of you together have flooded the flat with lights, candy-cane frippery, crocheted snowflake doilies, and ski-lodge scented candles.

Ghost, for his part, has scrolled various travel websites to figure out if assassinating Santa Claus is something actually feasible. Maybe if he defeats the final boss of Christmas he can actually sleep through the night at least once this month.

It isn’t that he hates it, exactly. It’s just that Christmas, to him, began as a hazy game of roulette, wondering if the wild animal of his father would appear to ruin the exchange of charity-shop gifts wrapped in reused paper, and then solidified as an image reflected in pools of spreading blood.

The last happy Christmas, he had to burn down. That’s no reason that he has to ruin it for everyone else, though.

You return with three paper cups held awkwardly in your two hands, and Ghost and Soap relieve you of your burden. Your cup has a peppermint stick jutting up out of it, and you use it to stir your steaming drink periodically as the three of you proceed.

The path leads through an army of glowing snowmen in mismatched sizes, life-size gingerbread houses, past multicolor balls tossed across the top of a frozen pond. Trees banded with so many strings they look like branches of lightning reaching up from the earth. Electric snowflakes dangling above your heads from netting stretched between lampposts.

Ghost keeps clenching and unclenching his fist. His cider goes rapidly cold in his other hand, untouched. He probably can’t get his money back for it, but he’s agitated enough to start a fight and try.

Meanwhile—it’s obvious, you’re enjoying yourself immensely. You don’t say much as you flit between installations, running a hand over the glowing bulbs, tilting your head this way and that like a curious little bird. You take your phone out more than once to open your camera, and Ghost knows you’re saving pictures to put together a slideshow later on.

More than once, you look back at him and Soap, and grin wide at some novelty or another. Ghost manages to nod his head at you—go on, little birdie, keep having fun.

“Jesus,” Soap mutters, trying to scratch at a spot on his back for the third time.

“Fuck’s sake, Soap, just take the fucking thing off,” Ghost snaps.

“Canna,” Soap says.

“Why the fuck not?”

Soap’s mouth slants sideways. He looks around for spectators, and, finding none within eyeshot, lifts the bottom of the sweater.

Bright, shiny, very red ribbon runs in two lines along the naked cut of his obliques—down past the waistband of his trousers.

Ghost tosses the cider out of his cup and grips Soap by the back of the neck, throws, “OY! Duckie! Bathroom!” at you, and drags his boyfriend to the nearby public loo.

It’s empty, thank god, so Ghost wastes no time yanking the closure of Soap’s trousers open. The ribbon continues downward, downward, the V narrowing and narrowing until—

It converges in a (somewhat lopsided) bow tied right around the base of Soap’s dick.

“Soap, what the fuck,” Ghost says.

The sergeant backs up, and pulls the sweater fully off. It reveals a latticework of satiny red crisscrossing his chiseled torso: lines of ribbon accenting the curves of his pectorals, his toned abdomen, highlighting the small indent of his trim waist.

Soap’s cheeks flush pink.

“Goes further down,” he mutters, not meeting Ghost’s eye.

“What the fuck,” Ghost repeats.

“Was gonna do a big reveal when we got home,” Soap says. “Start stripping when we got the door closed. That rubbish.”

Ghost, incredulously, snorts, and Soap smiles at him.

“First time you’ve laughed this month,” he says quietly. “S’ why I did it.”

Ghost steps up to him and takes Soap’s chin between thumb and forefinger. “You fucking idiot,” he says, and kisses him.

The bathroom door opens, letting in a gust of wind, and Ghost and Soap jump back from each other momentarily, before relaxing when your voice reaches them.

“There better not be a handjob happening in here without me—oh,” you say, stopping short.

Shoving the waist of his pants down further, Soap turns around to show off to you the full extent of what he’s done. It gives Ghost a good look at the pretty intersections happening overtop of the muscles of Soap’s back, and the dip of the ribbon down between the two perfect globes of Soap’s arse.

You blink several times. “There isn’t a lock on this door, Soap. If I get down to suck you off, someone is going to come in.”

Impossibly, Ghost snorts again, and then laughs for real, a full-belly guffaw that comes out a little more harsh than it should. But you grin at him, and the line of Soap’s shoulders, which Ghost suddenly realizes has been as tense as his this whole time, relaxes.

He pecks the bare swell of Soap’s bicep, and then the crown of your head as he passes you by.

“I’ll hold it closed, duckie,” he says. “Do whatever you want.”

He only leaves the door once when he hears you shriek suddenly with laughter—to find that Soap has decorated his cock with a peppermint-loop of red lipstick, all the way to the tip.

“Fucking idiot,” Ghost repeats, and cancels his trip to the North Pole then and there.

[quarterlifekitty]

More Silk Moth Hybrid!Reader? 👉👈

The VERY unrealistic results of the poll lol warning this has been read only by me and my crazy eyes so it’s like barely edited

König hates being put in this situation. The one day he visits base it’s insisted that he stay for a meeting by one of his superiors. A private meeting between him and some of the other high-rank officers. He grits his teeth.

You’re not allowed to accompany him. He has yet to organize any paperwork regarding your necessity at his side. This certainly lights a fire under him on that front. But in the meantime, he needs you watched. And Horangi will be at the meeting too.

Despite their apparent shared love of anonymity, König has little fondness for Ghost. They certainly aren’t friends, though he’ll readily admit to the man’s competence in the field.

“I require a favor, if you are agreeable, lieutenant.” His dark gaze lands on the Austrian before drifting down when there a flutter in his peripheral.

“I’m assumin’ it’s got somethin’ to do with… that, yeah?” He tilts his head to gesture to where you stand, holding König’s wrist and keeping a cheek pressed to the back of his gloved hand.

“Correct.”

It’s not hard for Ghost to intuit what’s being asked, here.

“How long?”

“Two and a half hours maximum. Likely less than 90.”

“Soap’ll be in from his drills in a bit,” he warns.

“Das ist in ordnung. I trust you can make him behave.” König lifts you from beneath your arms, tucking you to sit on his forearm while he speaks quietly.

“Geist will watch over you, seidenmotte. Sei brav, ja?” You nod, kissing his cheek through the fabric of his hood before he sets you down. He still hates this. You haven’t been away from him for more than 30 minutes since he first met you.

König gives a curt, respectful nod before he leaves, making his way towards the meeting room. He doesn’t look back, because seeing you will make him weak and unfocused— this much, he knows. He’ll find it harder to resist the urge to scoop you up and take you home.

Not ten minutes later, Soap almost squeals when he opens the door into the rec area. He sees you perched on the couch next to Simon while he taps away on his phone, squinting at something, as per usual.

“And who is this wee little thing, LT? Y’get lonely while I was out?”

———————-

It doesn’t take long at all for Johnny to get his hands all over you. You kneel on his thighs as he sits next to Simon, grinning as he ruffles through the fuzz at your collar. He’s suffering from some serious cuteness overload. Your wing flutter as he pulls you closer to plant kisses on your cheeks.

“How’re y’not beside yerself right now, Si? Just look at ‘er. What a bonnie, sweet thing. Aren’t ye, hen? That’s right,” he coos, sighing at the pleased little trill that comes out of you.

“Got plenty o’ hybrids round ‘ere, Johnny. Ain’t nothin’ new.” Dog hybrids, maybe.

“C’mon now, LT, you know this is a wee bit different….” He lets you play with his dog tags while he looks at you thoughtfully before turning to Ghost, grinning like a right devil. “Y’think she’s needy like the pups are, Si?”

—————————-

Your legs are spread on Simon’s lap while Soap’s face is between your thighs, watching with interest as your cunt swallows his finger. He presses a kiss to your clit and grins when you squeak a little.

“She can handle more,” Simon urges quietly, “she fuckin’ handles König for chrissakes.”

“You reckon she does? Do ye, bonnie?” Soap’s a bit stunned when you nod.

“Not the whole thing,” König mutters from the doorway. Soap is not proud of how not masculine the sound of surprise he makes is.

“Hold her legs. She kicks when it gets too much.”

Simon follows the advice, keeping you held by the ankles with his chin perched on your shoulder, watching Soap between her legs. Your wings flutter against his chest when Johnny latches onto you fully, sucking at your swollen little pearl and rolling it against his tongue. Ghost can feel your leg try to twitch in his grasp.

“Meine süße kleine seidenmotte…” König coos, standing behind Soap to watch you. “I trust there were no issues,” he says with polite regard to Ghost.

“She’s an angel, Colonel,” Johnny chuckles against your cunt, curling his finger enough to make you quiver.

“It’s not her behavior I was worried about, sergeant,” König admits with a quiet tiredness in his voice. Ghost can feel a shiver going up your spine, making you squirm and push your ass against his hard cock. “Cum on his mouth, liebe. Show him how sweet you are.”

Ghost has to admit, even through the mask it’s nice to rub his face into your fluff. You arch your back against him and let out another string of darling, pitchy cries as you soak Soap’s face. The sergeant spends a few moments cleaning you with his mouth before pulling away and licking his chops, stubble glistening. König makes a clicking sound with his tongue, beckoning, and you crawl off of Simon’s lap with shaky legs, leaving his cock achingly hard in your wake.

Simon’s puzzled face is hidden by his mask as he dusts the glittery scales from your wings off of his hoodie.

König grabs the hem of your sweater and pulls it up, letting your tits free. “She’ll finish what was started, if you like.”

Which is how you end up between three men towering above you. Ghost taps your cheek with his cock, smearing some pre against it before placing it at your lips to push into your mouth. Your little hand is wrapped around Soap’s length, and he’s struggling to resist thrusting against your soft palm like a teenager. König stands behind you, slightly hunched so he can cup and thumb at your tits.

You can’t take all of Ghost, but he’s pleasantly surprised at how far you get, stroking what you can’t reach with your lips.

“You trainin’ ‘er, Colonel?” he wonders aloud, stroking your cheek and staring back into your big, black eyes.

“Ja. Almost daily. She’s made quite a bit of progress… always eager to push herself. Isn’t that right, kleine siedenmotte?”

You purr around Simon’s cock in response, lathing your tongue over his shaft. Soap puts his hand on your cheek, gently pulling you away and guiding you towards himself. He can feel the watchful gaze of the Austrian titan on his hand, and he can swear he’s never been so careful in his fucking life.

“Sharin’s carin’, LT. C’mon, bonnie, be sweet on me fer a spell,” he murmurs. He groans loudly when he feels the warmth spit against his cock as you slick him up before taking him into your mouth.

Simon and Soap pass you back and forth like that, your head swimming from the taste of them. König’s hands roaming your skin don’t do anything to ease the rising tensions, sucking and moaning harder when your sensitive nipples are tugged and played with.

“Fuck, hen— want me t’paint that pretty face with my load, bonnie?”

You nod and moan with a quiet mhm, pulling your mouth away from him to stroke him off with both hands. He grunts, a deep, pleased sound coming from his chest as he grips your hair to keep you still, his cum landing against your cheeks and lips. You’re quickly tugged back to attend to Ghost as soon as he’s finished— the lieutenant’s patience clearly waning.

“You can push her a little harder. Show Geist how grateful you are for him looking after you, liebe,” König encourages, his hand finding the back of her head to guide you deeper into Simon’s cock, his tip dipping further into your throat. You gag, but keep your head still, just trying to swallow through it and breathe.

“Shit— s’a good little bird,” Ghost nearly chokes, his hips bucking. Your wings start to beat a little as you struggle to handle him, spit leaking from your lips and dripping down your chin, onto your chest. Another harsh stutter of his hips and he’s growling, a fist in your hair as he spills his load into your tight little throat. You swallow and trill, leaving his cock shiny with your saliva as you pull yourself off on him.

“Ser gut, mottechen. Always doing just as I say, ja? Ein perfekter angel,” König praises, taking you back into his arms to pick up. He pulls and smooths your sweater back into place carefully.

“I am in your debt, Lieutenant. Feel free to call upon me.” God, König hopes he fucking doesn’t. Part of why he picked Ghost for this— knows the man won’t make any interpersonal interaction into more than momentary.

“Sure he’d be right happy t’babysit for ye again, Colonel. Bring the wee thing back around here sometime, won’t ye?”

“Perhaps,” he says noncommittally. With another curt nod, he’s off. You put your chin on your titan’s shoulder, looking back at the two of them and waving goodbye. Soap feels like he’s been hit with Cupid’s arrow.

“So cute, in’t she? Oughta get somethin’ like that for m’self,” Johnny sighs, clapping his Lieutenant on the shoulder.

“I wouldn’t trust you with a cactus, Johnny.”

[robinminustherichard]

Fuck It Friday

Two Scenes from a longer WIP

BuckTommy | MCD followed by bad friendship aftermath | Buck runs and Tommy's the getaway driver.

Eddie confirms he's coming back to LA and Buck packs. He boxes everything up, calls the moving company, and drops the keys of with Pepa. She looks pained when he does it, but she doesn't try to stop him.

He goes to work as planned, only Gerrard knowing it's his last shift. He arrived early and slipped everything from his locker into his duffle. He asks Ravi to come up to the roof when he arrives, and he apologizes. Ravi just nods and tells Buck that he gets it, that he hopes he'll stay in touch.

They're wrapping up the shift when Eddie pulls into the lot, tray of coffees in hand and a smile on his face. Buck takes his coffee, smiles back. He feels like he's shaking out of his body. He takes advantage of everyone's distraction to grab his bag, trying to look like he's just ready to go, trying to play it cool. He creeps toward the garage doors.

Gerrard comes down the steps then and spots Eddie.

"Diaz," He calls, walking up to him with hands on his hips, "I heard you're coming back to LA."

"Yes, sir," Eddie says, tone curt but professional, "My son and I will be back fully within the next two weeks."

"Wonderful. Because I need a firefighter. Your old shift schedule work for you?"

Buck sees Eddie's head tilt, notices Chimney's confused eyebrows, watches Hen's mouth open to correct. Ravi's eyes skitter to Buck's, and Buck can't help but give him a sad smile and a shrug. Buck inches closer to the door. He sees a familiar truck pull up to the doors out of the corner of his eye.

"I'm sorry, sir," Eddie says with a slight chuckle, "I don't understand what you mean. Ravi are you going back to B Shift?"

Ravi shakes his head, and Buck feels a little bad about putting him in that position. He should make a break for it now, but he can't let himself leave when Ravi's eyes are as wide as dinner plates. He doesn't blame him when he looks right at Buck again.

Hen and Chim notice this time, but it's Hen that clocks it first. She moves to take a step toward him.

"Buck-" she calls, at the same time that Gerrard speaks.

"No, Firefighter Buckley has requested and accepted a transfer."

For a moment, Buck can't help but relish the shocked silence. He watches it wash over Chim and sees Eddie spin around to stare at him.

"Buck, what--"

"Hold on, Buck--"

Chim and Eddie's voices overlap, but Buck has already turned, made it to the truck door in a few long strides. There are steps behind him, but before they can get close he's already thrown his bag into the cab and slid into the front seat. He thinks he hears his name agian as he slams the door and hits the lock. He doesn't look out the window.

"Let's go," he says, clicking his seat belt in and giving Tommy a nod.

Tommy puts the car in drive and does as instructed.

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May opens the door to Chimney's knocks, and calls out for Athena. She comes around the corner and can't quite stop the grimace that crosses her face. They may have worked their way out of a collapsed high rise together and buried the Bobby hatchet, but Athena knows what Chimney is here for.

"Chimney," she says, crossing her arms and giving him a cool look. She doesn't welcome him inside. She feels May come to a stop slightly behind her. "What can I do for you?"

"I need to know where Buck is." He says simply, seriously. No pleasantries to pave the way.

"I am not at liberty to share that information."

Frustration is clear on Chimney's face and he sighs.

"You told Hen that he's okay--"

"He is." She raises an eyebrow. May tenses behind her.

"--and that you know where he is. Athena, he's my friend and my family. We're worried about him."

"He is perfectly safe and healthy." Athena isn't moved, and she's not giving an inch.

"But he's not here, with us."

"I think that's for a reason, Chimney."

Chimney's jaw ticks, he rubs a hand along the back of his neck. Athena unfolds one arm to grab the edge of the door.

"Please, Athena. Maddie just had a baby and now she's worried about him. This isn't like him, to dissappear with Tommy, his ex? Not tell any of us where he's going? No plan?"

Athena gives a humorless chuckle at that. Chimney's eyes flash when he looks at her. She huffs before speaking.

"You really think Evan Buckley up and left without a plan? Give him a little credit."

Chimney stops short at that, grasping for something to say.

"Go home and be with your wife and child, Chimney."

"Please, Athena," he says desperately, "just tell me where Buck is--"

Athena thinks she's had enough of listening to this, especially following the tense conversation she had with Hen over the same topic.

"Or what?" She asks lowly, "you'll punch me?"

"Mom--" May says, and Athena collects herself. Chimney is speechless, looking hurt and shell-shocked.

"Buck is fine, Chimney, and I made a promise to him. Goodbye."

[tanktopdiaz]

storylines tim is free to have for s9:

henren judging a science fair at chris's school. one of karens exes is there w their kid and shes trying to keep hen away silly henren looking for the thief style shenanigans. chris's project totally sucks but everyone is being really careful w him fresh from texas so they feign excitement and try to hype him up. confession style cutaway to him telling his friends he's trying to see how far he can milk the sympathy. he gets 3rd place.

the shapiros from the gender reveal cake pop back up. they run into the hans at a baby store and go "you're the hans? you're the [BLEEP] hans?" and the dad tries to fistfight chim. the family waited until the gender reveal to buy all their baby stuff so it's all blue and the mom is like *gestures to the baby girl in all blue* and we couldnt return any of it! later it comes out that the babys name is "Martin"

Return of The Elf

chris at church with athena. dm me for details.

have animal control be involved heavily with the opening emergency. buck is like a snow whiteesque milk maid up in this bitch charming all kinds of angry animals. turns out someone sprayed him with really potent dolphin pheromones so once it wears off they attack him to everyone's surprise. during roommates era btw. douced in pheromones...maybe a little flirting. and a curt goodnight

baby box. henren foster for a few eps NO CASUALTIES. while unloading groceries maddie make the decision to tie her tubes. chim says "uh like the gogurts?" "no howie. not like gogurts. like my fallopian tubes?" "your fallopes?"

bobby gets real bad ptsd around halloween. athenas working. may harry and buck do the "hey can i sleep over?" tiktok thing and he makes them french toast in the morning

everyone including the chief has a picture of ravi in their wallets and no one knows how they got there. chim and hen detectives at large are on the case (chims the culprit)

taylor kelly presses her life alert necklace thing buck gave her. she didnt mean to. incidentally, shes going through a breakup.

roundabout the same time as the above we get lucy back. somehow. incidentally, shes going through a breakup.

Karen and Maddie double book a hibachi cook and a spiderman impersonator for denny's bday. chim booked a magician without telling them. they show up all at the same time and its triplets. one of them used to be classmates with hen in med school

buckchris episode where strangers keep assuming they're father and son (eddie even dressed them alike that morning) and crucially this is after chris wins in a spat abt something petty so buck is >:( and chris is B) abt it

heneddie low stakes emergency and karenbuck team up to high stakes fix it for them. im talkin heneddie say they're not getting enough communication from the kid's schools about events and karenbuck unraveling a human trafficking ring that just turns out to be a faulty ai email blasting system

maddie and eddie dress buck and jee in matching outfits for a party. buck genuinely doesnt notice it at first until jee wont let him sit her down and shes telling people they're twins

call where someone finds someone else passed out in the park w these weird marks on his head and chim points out theres a lot of pigeons circling this one specific area and HE doesnt look into it obvi so ravi does and at the center of the mosh pit of pigeons is girl who's hurt like been hit in the head and all the pigeons are protecting the girl and they turn on ravi and we see ravi in the background scooby doo style running from pigeons chasing him and eventually they use him to lure them away from the girl. the story is the dude assaulted the girl and the pigeons turned on him. ending scene of the ambulance w the girl in it driving away and a huge flock of pigeons is following

respond to a sports team crisis but the team is sponsored by a strip club so they're treating these ornery big bulky men who keep fighting each other and calling out names like sapphire, ember, sassy, porsche, cinnamon etc with totally straight faces and chim is living for it trying to crack jokes w them but they're very worried for their hurt friend/enacting physical fights meant for a wrestling ring. someone labeled "chastity" keeps flirting with hen, then buck when she turns him down

buck has an episode long crashout over the price of saffron

an episode titled "spread open" abt the 118 having open honest emotional conversations with each other that opens on an emergency where someone is doing the espresso martini 'spread it open and flick the bean im joann prada the -' and when they flick the espresso bean it goes down the throat of someone at the next table and the music cuts off to the 911 tone

mara gets really into build a bear and human anatomy at the same time and hen shows up to work harrowed, frazzled, under eye bags, jittery, literally scared of the amount of stuffing littering the house

kittens found in the station :)

josh has to do a ride along for some reason and he asks to do it with the 118 because maddie wants him to spy on chim (nothing bad) and instead he sits front row to the buckandeddie of it all and he comes back to maddie incredulous she didnt tell him they were dating

[scribblecon]

Since we were talking about it...how do you think human reader x Nickle relationship would go? (romantic wise) I know there would probably be like an enemies to lovers thing with Nickle starting off racist towards organics.

Omg this took a while to get too oopsyyy!! I feel like Nickel is the definition of a slow burn character when it comes to tf x human stuff because she has so much baggage to deal with… actual years of knowing each other before she lets you smash kinda situation lol

SFW, GN human reader, slight injury mention

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Upon meeting you, Nickel’s first instinct is to either kill you or create as much distance as possible. The destruction of her home at the hands of organics has traumatised her, and the technoist beliefs instilled by her time in the DJD further cement a prejudice against anything non-mechanical. You may be small and squishy, far more fragile than her, but she’s certain you’re capable of hurting her somehow.

It takes several months for her to warm up to you. Seeing how other cybertronians don’t see you as a threat, instead treating you as a friend and colleague, it helps her to see you in a new light. Where she previously avoided you whenever possible, Nickel is now willing to work alongside you. Far from being openly friendly, her interactions with you are mostly curt and impersonal, but she doesn’t give you the same wide berth as before. Nor does she try to excuse herself from social situations upon realising you’re there too.

Nickel doesn’t realise she’s began to actually like you as a person until there’s an accident and you get hurt. Badly. Sent to the medbay with broken bones and severe blood loss badly. After your condition is stabilised by Ratchet and you’re prescribed several weeks off work to recuperate, Nickel is the one who takes charge of tending to you until you’re fully recovered. It’s strange, you were always under the impression she merely tolerated you at best, but now she’s taking surprisingly good care of you, all the while lecturing you on how big an idiot you have to be to have gotten caught up in such a terrible accident to begin with.

She has to stop mid rant when you start laughing, demanding to know what’s so funny. When you inform her it’s because this is the first time she’s ever chewed you out, Nickel scoffs at you to shut up as she turns away. She can deny it all she likes but Nickel cares about you now, and that realisation is such a relief to you after the initial rough start you had with her.

Even once you’re fully recovered and back to business as usual, Nickel does not stop fussing over you. She does know you can take care of yourself, but you now have a robot mother hen following you around when she’s not on medbay duty. If she thinks you’re at risk of falling off a ledge she’s using her jet pack to swoop over and stop that from happening. When larger bots try to grab at you or, Prion forbid, start throwing you around (coughRollercough), Nickel is there to yell at them about respecting your boundaries and do they have any idea how easily they could hurt you?? Putting the DJD in their place was no problem in the past, she can do the exact same with the entirety of the Lost Light if she has to.

Eventually her feelings turn from friendship to romantic in nature, but she can’t find a way to voice these feelings out loud. Her protectiveness wordlessly morphs into affection, her servos seeking your hands to hold in crowded spaces under the guise of keeping you you close to her if you allow it. She’ll never confess first. A small part of her still unsure if she should be holding these kinds of feelings for an organic to begin with.

Meanwhile on your end, it sort of feels like you’ve been an item for a while, like the two of you stumbled into a relationship by chance, but Nickel is too shy to take things further than holding hands or letting you curl up against her in private. When you ask if you can kiss her one night, you’re confused when she gets flustered and asks you where that request came from. Then she gets confused when you tell her you thought you were dating.

After a much needed conversation about your feelings for each other, the two of you can’t help collapsing into laughter. How long had this mutual pining gone on for? You’ve both lost track. You don’t ask for permission this time, planting a kiss right where Nickel’s nose would be if she had one, laughter bubbling up again as the blue metal of her face heats, tinged purple from the molten pink energon rising to her cheeks. Then she’s grabbing you, pulling you in so she can return the favour.

[rimatsu]

bucktommy makeup scenario of the night before i hit the hay:

over 30 companies are dispatched in an effort to battle a 5-alarm skyscraper fire buffeted by winds. flames engulf the 29-story building from the seventh floor upwards. tommy is tasked with delivering firefighters and equipment to the roof for search and rescue, including the 118's a-shift. the helo journey to the top of the building is short but incredibly awkward. tommy and buck only exchange a curt, overly professional greeting. chimney tries to diffuse the tension with pleasantries until hen elbows him square in the ribs.

(the breakup is followed by months of radio silence. they relinquish every belonging left behind except for keys which are politely mailed back. buck mops and bakes and mourns the loss of his relationship and the impending loss of his best friend until maddie is kidnapped. reuniting with his sister after fearing for her life and the life of her unborn child proves to be the necessary impetus to move forward. buck's attempts at romance fizzle out like the bubbles in champagne after a handful of dates but he learns a few valuable things: his pond is a vast, indiscriminate one; the weight of the word bisexual on his tongue. he learns that some women aren't too keen on seeing him again when he mentions an ex-boyfriend in passing. those who are indifferent or intrigued are perfectly lovely, but they'll never keep their promises covered in soot and exhaustion at his sister's wedding. the men are attractive enough, but they never quite manage to ignite the same fire tommy sparked in his loins.

buck keeps swimming against the current anyway. years ago, he promised himself to never seek solace in places he's not invited in.)

after his mandated maximum of 6 hours in the air, tommy is grounded for the next 8. numbers are stretched thin so he joins rescue ops on site. and since his life is pure bollocks, tommy ends up trapped with his ex in a pocket of rubbles following a partial collapse between the 17th and 19th floor.

"can't run away from me this time," buck tosses out, because forced proximity and fatigue and adrenaline and panic are an explosive cocktail.

the truth pours out. they fight about it. they explain their perspectives. they apologize. there's a semblance of closure that allows them to work together in tandem until reinforcements lend a hand.

the episode ends with buck knocking on tommy's door 24 hours later.

"you can slam the door shut in my face and i won't bother you again. but i was so deafened by rejection i didn't really listen to what you were saying until you said it again. i should've chased because you needed to be chased. i should've chased because you told me you wanted me and i let you walk out anyway. i should've chased when i realized you became my new benchmark for comparison and everybody else paled. you'll always be my first but you're not the only man in my tally anymore — is that enough for you to trust what i say?"

or something to that effect. idk it's late and i'm running on fumes. i just have the vivid image of tommy taking a big sigh, resting his forehead against the door for a sec before letting buck step inside the house wordlessly as the soundtrack swells. end credits.

[random-thot-generator]

Reverse Trope Prompt: (see end notes after reading. No peeking!)

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Ghost x reader

sfw -bit of angst, profanity, a frisky drunk bird but nothing explicit

Divider by: @saradika-graphics

"Looks like LT's pulled 'imself another winner."

Gaz glances over his shoulder, sniffs, then turns back with a cynical curl to his lip. Lifting his pint glass, he slants a knowing look at his fellow sergeant. "He's lost the bloody plot, if ya ask me. Hooks up with every bird he gets his hands on, now." He shakes his head. "'S bloody mental, mate. What the hell is he thinkin'?"

Soap grunts, mouth twisting in disgust as he focuses on his lieutenant and the cackling drunk bird splayed across his lap. "Canna say. Dinnae ken wha's gotten into 'im. Feckin' mad, lettin' a bonnie, good lass go t'chase after sloppy-drunk tarts like tha' one."

"You lads ready for another round?"

Both men flinch at the sound of your voice and glance up at you with guilty expressions. They know you had to have heard what they were saying. Gaz drops his gaze as he nods and pushes his glass across the bar, while Soap tilts his head to study you. You meet his searching blue eyes while you refill Gaz's pint, knowing what's coming. You breathe out a tired sigh.

"What's the matter, Johnny?"

His brows pinch together in a perturbed frown. "Does it no' bother yeh, 'im flauntin' those mingin' slags right in yer face?"

"Jesus, Soap!" Gaz hisses, elbowing him. "Shut ya bloody gob." He then turns his attention back to you, offering an apologetic smile. "Sorry, luv. He's got no filter when he drinks too much."

"Oi! I dinnae need yeh t'make excuses fer meh," Soap fusses, still scowling when he looks back to you. "'M sorry, hen. Dinnae mean t'upset yeh. Jus' think it's no' right, 'im scrapin' yeh off the way 'e did, then comin' in 'ere where yeh work, messin' about with other birds, like 'e does. 'S disrespectful."

Your eyes drift to Ghost, grimacing at the way the woman in his lap is pawing at him, before dropping your eyes to glare at the bar top. "It doesn't matter," you mutter, wiping down the bar with more force than is necessary. "We're over, so he can do what he wants with whoever he wants. I think him breaking things off between us was probably for the best, don't you?"

The two sergeants exchange a look.

Soap huffs and slumps on his bar stool, mumbling into his pint, "Yeh're too good fer 'im, anyway." He knocks the last of his stout back with an angry sneer.

Gaz nods in agreement, his eyes sympathetic when he adds, "Ya can do better, luv. Deserve someone who'll treat ya right."

You try to smile, but it's fake, brittle. "Seriously, it's alright. I'm over it. Really."

You can tell that neither of them believes you.

Your call for last orders goes out a few minutes later, and the few customers left in the pub begin to drift towards the door. Gaz and Soap are settling up their tabs when Ghost steps up behind them, the giggling drunk bird tucked under his arm. His dark eyes slide over you, like you're not even there.

"'M headin' out, lads. I'll see the two'uh ya back at base. Gonna take 'er 'ome," he tells the sergeants, nodding down at the bleary-eyed bird glued to his side.

Gaz give a curt nod, avoiding eye contact. Soap makes a scoffing noise in the back of his throat. "Aye. Jus' keep rubbin' 'er nose in it," he mutters, then sniffs, shaking his head. "Steamin' Jaysus."

Ghost tenses, eyes narrowing over his face mask. "Ya gotta problem, sergeant?"

Just as Soap's mouth opens to reply, you clear your throat, breaking the tense moment. "How 'bout a bag of crisps to soak up all that alcohol, Johnny? My treat."

His head swivels around to look at you, the scowl slowly melting off his face when he sees your worried expression. He blows out a breath. "Aye. Thanks, bon." He side-eyes Ghost, then looks away. "See ya later, LT," he mumbles.

The drunk bird makes a whining noise, tugging at Ghost's jacket. "C'mon, luv. Leh's gooo. 'M ready t'get home." She then gives him a drunken, lewd grin, pressing up against him. "Ya can help me get these tights off, yeah?" she whispers to him, waggling her eyebrows.

Ghost grunts a laugh, seemingly amused. "Cheeky muppet. Olright. Let's get outta here."

You busy yourself with wiping down the bar as Ghost leads the tottering woman out the door, then toss your towel down once he's gone. Snagging two bags of crisps for the sergeants, you hand one to each of them.

"Here ya go," you murmur. "Need me to call a taxi for ya?"

"No thanks, luv," Gaz replies softly, sliding off his stool. "I already ordered us an Uber. Let's go, Soap."

Soap stands, his crisps clutched in his hand. He's scowling, shaking his head. "'E's a bloody eejit," he mutters.

You finally wave goodbye to the two sergeants, locking up behind them once you usher them out the door. Blowing out a tired breath, you lean back against it and stare down at your trainers.

"God, I'm glad this night is over," you mumble to yourself, then heave another sigh before heading back to the bar, ready to close up for the night and get out of there.

The drive home is short, just a couple blocks away, but it still gives you too much time to think. This is by far the worst break-up you've ever been through. None of your work mates or friends can seem to go a day without mentioning it. Even worse, Simon's mates won't let it go, either.

You appreciate their support, but seriously wish that Soap and Gaz would stop bringing Simon up, altogether. It's hard enough watching the big lug flirting with birds right under your nose. You don't need Soap pointing it out to you, or Gaz giving you those sad, pitying looks all night.

You try to shake off your negative thoughts as you park and walk to your flat. It's sweet that the lads are trying to be there for you, but you hope that they'll just let it go soon. Maybe you should just tell them you're seeing someone else. It might help put their minds at ease, get them to back off a little bit.

Once inside your flat, you toe off your trainers and turn on the lights, then pad into the kitchen. Putting some leftovers in the microwave, you shuffle off to take a quick shower while it's heating, hoping the hot water will soothe away some of your stress.

As you're toweling off, you hear your front door open and then close. Hurrying to get dressed, you open the bathroom door, the smell of yesterday's shepherd's pie hitting your nose. You hear the clatter of plates and utensils coming from the kitchen as you pace down the short hallway and peek around the corner. You stop when you reach the doorway, leaning your shoulder against the jamb and crossing your arms over your chest.

"Took you awhile to get here. Thought you might've decided to stay the night with that bird, after all."

Simon sets the leftover shepherd's pie he just took out of the microwave on the table, smirking. Tossing down the potholders, he comes to you, his big arms wrapping around your body to pull you close before his head dips to give you a kiss.

"Took forever t'get 'er outta the bloody truck an' into 'er flat. 'Ad t'fight 'er off'uh me the whole way there, too, the handsy git." He rumbles out a low chuckle. "She was right pissed when I left without helpin' 'er outta those tights."

You huff, cutting him a snarky look. "Yeah, I bet." You frown, sliding your hands down his chest. "I wish we didn't have to do this, Si. I don't like seeing other women all over my man, and I hate lying to everyone, especially Johnny and Kyle."

He sighs, lifting a hand to cradle your face. "I know, sweet'art, but it won't be f'much longer. Cap says Nik's almost got all of our documents an' passports in order. When it's time, we'll loop Gaz an' Johnny in. My next mission out, Ghost will be reported KIA, an' once he's laid t'rest, it'll finally be over. No more sneakin' around, no more lyin'. We'll 'ave new identities, a new life." He hugs you tighter. "An' I can finally provide my missus wiff a proper 'ome."

"Si..."

His eyes go lazy and warm as he slides his hand down to cover your belly. "Gotta 'ave a proper 'ome, love. 'S why we're doin' this. Wanna be free an' clear a'fore the li'l nipper gets 'ere. Yeah?"

You gaze up into your husband's eyes, a hopeful smile spreading across your face. You plant a kiss on his smirking lips and nod.

"Yeah."

-

End notes - *shrugs* I didn't want to spoil the ending. 😉

reverse trope: Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

[mazzystar24]

I hope I can ask you this because I don't want to ask in the tags, I'm scared 🥹 but I've seen a lot of discourse about why tommy isn't good for buck, he's cold, the relationship is toxic etc and I was wondering why people think that? Is there anything specific that started it?

I fully believe eddie is buck's true love, endgame, whatever we want to call it and I'm sad we don't have that (yet) but I thought bucktommy was kinda fun in the meantime. I just want to understand 🫶🏻

Oh hey darling! you were so sweet and genuine in your response so please know I’m just answering what I’m asked and if you wanna enjoy and have fun with bt that is completely your prerogative but I’m just offering my perspective on it

And i am warning you this is gonna be long because I feel a constant need to go really in depth in my thoughts

Okay so idk how I’m gonna break this down but maybe I’ll do it in like main points?

Also if you’re new here whenever I use bullet points I’m just doing it cos I find it easier to chunk up my thoughts not cos I’m being curt or anything with you

1. The chimney and hen begins episodes

He wasnt just passive in the episodes and letting Gerard get away with his racist and misogynistic behaviour he ACTIVELY participated in it

This includes:

• Asking if they forgot to tip the delivery guy WHILE THEY WERE EATING CHINESE FOOD when chimney first comes up despite the fact that 1. Chimney had a big ass lafd bag 2. They were probably already told a probie would be coming 3. Probably would’ve seen the actual delivery guy 4. I would bet my absolute life that question would not have been asked if buck or bobby had walked up those stairs this wasn’t an innocent comment it WAS RACIST intentionally like the entire point of the episode was to show how bad they had it

• the New York bitchiness comment

• throwing his tools down along for hen to clean up

• going out of his way to treat them like outcasts and hating chimney before he even knew him despite chimneys efforts

• the way each of them had to “earn his respect” in some way before he acted like a normal coworker to them and this was never in the typical ‘oh it’s a new person’ type of way it always had to do with their race or in hen’s case her gender too

A defence I see a lot for this is “oh he was closeted” and honestly to me that is such bullshit because 1. Eli was perfectly capable of not participating in the racism and taking chimney under his wing without getting any shit for it and chimney is quite literally a Korean man (something he literally can’t hide) and he had just got his head above water with Gerard’s racism when hen came and he STILL was a friend to her 2. Again tommy wasn’t passive in it and just letting Gerrard be racist (which would’ve been one thing) no he actively participated in it to be part of the boys club 3. Let’s say that somehow not being a dick would’ve meant that that was a threat to the closet he was in- that is still in my opinion a fucked up sense of preservation if you spare yourself the possibility of bigotry (despite having inherent social capital by being a white man in that job) by inflicting others to bigotry

Now when Tommy was first reintroduced I was like keeping an open mind and saying okay it’s been a lot of time and maybe he has genuinely made amends because I do believe in redemption but imo they have made no attempt to show us that and had him honestly put more of the blame on Gerrard for his behaviour or the writers flat out avoiding mentioning it to retcon tommy a little and hope we forget

Another defence I see is “oh chimney and hen became friends with him so they must’ve forgave him”, hen went no contact the moment he left (something the writers went out of their way to include that line) and chimney didn’t even invite him to his wedding which was quite big after the Buckley parents got involved so it’s not like it was cos it was such a small and intimate wedding and he only called him as far as we know in those years when he needed a favor, which all means that most likely they had kinda just put it behind them and kept up a coworker relationship with him, but no actual friendship or actual forgiveness or redemption had taken place

Oh wow all that was just point one and I can probably talk more on it but I’ll just leave it with saying that Lou’s comments about it being teasing or how Tommy genuinely didn’t know hen or chimney were capable etc just makes for a worse case than saying it’s cos of being in the closet (and that is genuinely a large part of why idk much abt Lou but those comments are enough to make me hate him) and I’ll also say that poc (myself included in that) have these situations so often- situations even as specific as gay men being racist to them to fit in - and we understand the nuance and shit to it but we also understand on a deep level how it feels to be on the other side of that

And getting toxic bt fans try to come up with ways to downplay or minimise racism honestly pisses me off so much cos believe you me we have heard every excuse and downplay under the sun and I for one am sick and tired of it

2. Why he’s viewed as cold and his jokes

• literally from the small parts we saw of him and Eddie hanging out we have seen the man is in fact capable of joking and being light and having fun but around buck in particular he’s like 🧍‍♂️😐 and the occasional 🙂 like it just feels very stiff and just plain in a way

• his humour consistently falls flat and feels passive aggressive more than anything like blunt or sardonic humour DOES work like I personally love it but it’s not being written OR executed right

A. It’s always in response to genuine moments or questions such as buck talking abt the award or the daddy kink joke or henren questioning him

B. It’s the the majority of what we see from him, there is not enough balance for it

C. Lack of rapport, when friends or couples make jokes that can come off the wrong way if said to anyone else it’s cos of the rapport built already, this rapport is not established with the characters OR with the audience for these jokes to come off right

D. I gotta say this one too but the execution just isn’t right from writing to acting, it’s the same reason sardonic humour lines from Sandra oh as Cristina Yang or hugh Laurie as house still lets you like the characters and find them funny but Tommys lines come off as annoying to a lot of people

3. I think fandom discourse probably has something to do with it but not in the way you think

I’m not saying like oh ppl who ship buddie just hate him cos of the ship no I’m saying that like what takes him from an annoying disliked character to a hated character is most likely the fact that his role stirred so much drama and caused so much damage to how the fandom used to be that its turned the dial up

4. A lot of his development, lore or redeemable factors or cute things are just not canon

This may be blunt and I am sorry for that but I think his character has been blown up to such a degree that it’s genuinely shocking

Like I look at posts or get sent hate and I’m like where did any of this happen this is just not canon this is just not a show like at times I’m genuinely convinced it’s a social experiment where different ppl saw a different show like some spiderman multiverse situation

Listen I’m all for headcanons genuinely like if you wanna take extra number three and make a whole backstory and lore and cute stuff abt her I’m all for it but it’s when it’s said as if it’s fact or canon that I’m like hold up a second rewind

I think this is kinda a result of Lou’s cameos (which honestly deserves its own post but you asked why the tommy hate so imma stay on topic) and also this like need to defend the character but not having much material to work with

Like if we look at canon we can literally break down the entirety of Tommys appearances this far in the show and what we learn about him:

• chimney begins- he makes a racist comment and he tries to suck up to Gerard, there is a little hint abt his gayness with the gf comment, Eli says to chimney that’s just how they are and tries to reason it could be fear of losing friends but we see tommy having friends in the firehouse while eli says this, chimney tries to make friends with him and tommy makes no attempt to get to know him and says he’d hate him anyways, chimney saves Tommys life thus earning his respect

• hen begins- she’s met with the same racism chimney is but also met with misogyny (and homophobia but that’s not relevant to the tommy of it all), we find out chimney is still isolated from the rest despite having earnt that respect, chimney befriends hen and again tommy still doesn’t try anything like that until hen proves herself and earns his respect, ppl reported Gerard but it’s never actually stated tommy was one of those ppl so again that’s not canon that’s speculated

• bobby begins- chimney and hen both seem to be like coworker friends with tommy and Sal, Sal throws hissy fit bobby “fires” him tommy says it’s an overreaction bobby reveals it was a transfer, they all seem to make nice, tommy leaves to 217

• chimney calls tommy for help and tommy helps

• we see nothing from tommy,then cruise ship he helps the team but also in this we find out hen cut off all contact since he left

• buck takes tour of harbour, Eddie and tommy have a friendship and we find out some of Tommys interests and that he was in the army, basketball scene and the subsequent apology and kiss

• dinner date, Tommy explains how he was in the closet, Buck has his little awkward moment (which will be elaborated on in my next point) , Tommy says nothing abt it till the Uber arrives and he leaves buck

• buck reaches out and apologises and asks for a second chance inviting tommy to the madney wedding

• bachelor party and the issue of the lack of costume and not just taking the day off for neither wedding nor bachelor party (which you can reason is reasonable but also I feel like this deserves its point for the narrative choices)

• tommy shows up straight outta work they kiss buck has the soot coming out award ceremony - buck being happy abt the reward to which tommy sardonically says enjoy it while it lasts enter bigoted cunt gerard then chimney comes and insults gerard and they walk away

• we don’t see tommy again till the dinner date after Bobby nearly died and when buck tries to explain Bobbys significance to his life tommy throws the your dad is still alive which is just honestly one of his worst moments imo and I made a whole post abt it but can’t find it and then we all know the rest of that convo and I could make a bullet point for it but actually I made a whole post before so I’ll link it: here

AND THATS IT

Like all this comes down to what maybe like 30 mins screentime? If that?

5. The leaving buck on their first date

The defences people use for this are:

• buck was trying to shove him back in the closet

• buck was obviously not ready

• people angry abt this are just babying buck like he can find his own way home it’s not that big of a deal

• buck was at fault there and tommy would’ve been justified in being angry and not giving him a second chance

And honestly every last one of these are bullshit imo and lemme go point by point

• buck panicked, I don’t think that what buck was feeling in that moment can be properly described because unless you’re a queer person and you’ve experienced that like bone deep panic that like brain overload then you won’t get it

Like one it’s his first queer date

Two he doesn’t even understand his own sexuality atp

Three his closest friend just walked in in a situation that’s already putting him on edge

So he’s not only panicking he’s not understanding why he’s panicking he’s trying to make excuses eventhough part of him knows he doesn’t need one but also he doesn’t even understand this side of himself yet so he doesn’t want to have to potentially explain it

Like it’s a million things and a million emotions and no one can claim they would behave rationally or appropriately in that situation and if you say that you would you’re lying simple as that

Also then we find out that Eddie thought tommy was straight anyways

• the reason I love the buddie coming out scene is because of Eddie’s “and what do you think” line because it’s not up to tommy or anyone else whether a person is “ready” enough in their queerness to date. Full stop.

Also tommy knew it was Buck’s first date with a man and was still down so why is he using that as some sort of out

•it’s not about babying buck and it’s not about him finding his own way home it’s the fact that Tommy could’ve done it with much more grace and he could’ve been a lot nicer with it but he wasn’t, and this is again bucks first date with a man even if it doesn’t end with a second date it should at the very least not end up with him feeling like a screw up on the side of the road

• to the ppl who say that- kindly shut up cos again see the first point but also I wanna point out that somehow the ppl saying this are also the same ones saying that Tommy was justified to be RACIST for a prolonged period of time due to being in the closet yet Buck what? Panicking for a few seconds and being a little awkward? is somehow this giant inexcusable thing

5. The narrative choices with him have been reasonably clear and tbh if they had been made with a woman it would not be up for debate:

• tommy leaves buck on their first date then he comes back and gives buck a chance- we as a fandom have been unanimous in saying for years that Buck’s endgame would be the one that doesn’t leave him cos this pattern has been something we saw over and over with him

• tommy not dressing up- again you can rationalise it but it’s a narrative choice and it’s glaring when contrasted with Eddie suggesting the duo costume

And if we had this scene with Taylor so many ppl would be saying that it’s once again showing that her and Buck’s personalities don’t align

• him being on standby for the wedding and bachelor party- again you can say oh buck invited him last minute or oh he couldn’t taken the day off (which lbr he could’ve he’s not the only firefighter pilot in la) - but again narrative choice

If it was Taylor everyone would’ve been like SEE? Again they’re showing the audience that her work is this looming presence in their relationship

Anyway I’m gonna shut up now cos this is A LOT

I’m so sorry it took me so long to respond tho and sending flowers in apology💐💐💐💐💐💐

Love ya for being so genuine when asking and hope all this didn’t come off too strong and that it was idk helpful?🫶🫶

I realise my response is abt to have toxic bt fans scurry to my inbox like rats to send hate and to that I say go fuck yourselves I’m responding to a question here

[84reedsy]

[gromwife]

Relationship HCs pt. I - Aurel's Faves

First post!!! Just getting this out rq because I'm particularly inspired. Short n' sweet, possibly ooc-

Gromsko

Yeah y'all saw this one coming

Either an introvert's worst nightmare or just the person you'd need to balance out those behaviors. Still, you're coming out of that shell even if he has to drag you out.

If you're an extrovert? You'll likely just feed off each other's energies.

Your number one cheerleader - and he's loud about it. Getting this man to shut up about you or not show you off is like arguing with a brick wall (unless it genuinely makes you uncomfortable, but sometimes he still can't help himself-)

I feel like he's definitely the type to give surprise hugs too. It's hard to sneak around with his stature but it sure is jarring when you're on solid ground one moment and the next you're being scooped up multiple feet in the air with an all-too-familiar laugh booming behind you.

For how aloof he seems Sobie is very observant. He picks up on even the smallest things. Most times he won't press the issue if he believes something's wrong, instead giving a gentle reminder that he's there if you do need to talk about anything, but there is one instance where he' won't take any'd act immediately.

Physical injuries, no matter how small, are something he doesn't fuck around with. I'll probably write a separate blurb or fic about this later but with all that medical training he's absolutely going to put it to use.

Will lowkey mother-hen you no matter how much you protest.

Overall? 10/10, absolutely marriage material. (They all are, I'm just biased as hell)

Roach

Still haven't settled on whether or not he's completely mute or selective, but regardless he's not too much of a talker. Even with sign he still tends to keep it curt more often than not.

Besides, his expressions speak for him way more than he could ever convey-

His eyes get all soft whenever he sees you and it's almost like time stops for a few moments. He may as well change his callsign to 'moth' with how drawn he is to your radiance.

Easily flustered. His gear hides it for the most part but whenever he's caught without it? Oh, his face gets the prettiest shade of pink.

Has a bit of an artistic streak! If you ever manage to get a peek inside his journal you'll see little doodles amongst the entries or smaller blurbs. Some are hasty scribbles of things he might want to remember or something that just looked interesting, but others are more detailed.

Quietly affectionate. Could take or leave physical affection but likes being in the same room as you when he can. It's a lot of shared glances or simple touches, though in private he's a bit more cuddly.

Also get the idea that he loves heartfelt gestures and/or personalized gifts. He's not the type to turn anything down, but something that's tailored to him and his interest? He'd be so weak over something like that.

Bayan

Okay now we're getting kinda obscure,,,I think,,,

Right off the bat he gives the impression that he 'doesn't care about' his burn scars and the overall state of his face, but there's definitely some insecurity that bubbles up when any promise of romance finds him.

Despite this, most of the time he hates when any sort of attention is given to those areas. It feels like pity to him, either that or some superficial comfort. Unless it's an extremely rare occasion it's a definite turn-off for Bayan.

Is a little...headstrong. He's stubborn and has a short fuse, and while he tries to keep it under control with you this has led to at least a few arguments between you both.

Most times they're easy disputes to settle, either you'll both come together and talk it out or the source of the tension is forgotten and you'll both make up soon after the fact, but other times it can be a bit more difficult to patch things up.

Due to his past I get the idea that he might have issues forming close relationships - between his upbringing and how his career in the military went it seems like he's always been on his own. Self-sufficient.

When it comes to you, though? He's...uncertain on how to handle things. For once he actually cares about how his actions might affect someone else.

It may take some time, but he'll come back eventually.

Getting away from the angst, his affinity for cars as well as a lot of his experiences from previous jobs provided him with another way to blow off steam - driving. If he plans on going particularly fast he goes alone, but sometimes he'll invite you to come with him. These are the more scenic routes or have particularly breathtaking destinations.

Even if he is gruff and inexperienced, there is a bit of a romantic behind his icy demeanor.

Stiletto

Determined and no-nonsense, Salvatrice doesn't hesitate when she has her mind set on something. She treats everyday life just as she does her job.

Considering the particular missions she takes on, things relating to some very dangerous people, she's protective of you no matter how capable you may be.

She does keep your relationship under wraps, only allowing her most trusted allies to know she's seeing someone (it's even more rare for any of them to meet you, though if you're the one asking she might be persuaded), but instead of trying to hide you away completely she 100% will teach you how to defend yourself.

Hopefully it never comes to that, but at least she can rest a little easier knowing you have a fighting chance.

Is the type to be curt and no-nonsense around everyone else, but around you? It's not a complete 180 but she does soften up noticeably whenever you're with her.

This might be a surprise considering how hellbent she is on ending the drug trade, but she is incredibly sympathetic and supportive towards those struggling with addiction. Will be among the first to help/give out resources/etc. This goes doubly so for her partner no matter how messy it might get.

Is also someone who's self-conscious of her facial injury, but any special attention to it will fluster her.

Despite her tenacious and professional demeanor she loves physical affection - . It's a 50/50 on who ends up in whose lap.

Lockpick

The physical embodiment of 'you want it? you've got it'.

She's a master thief and you expect her to not spoil you? You're out of your damn mind.

Despite her dishonest ways Elodie is very family-oriented. While she's not as close with what living family she has left due to her criminal behavior it's likely she still keeps an eye on them from afar just so they don't get tangled up in any of her affairs.

She treats her relationship with you in a similar matter with a couple differences - more contact and spontaneous gifts, even some surprise visits if you're lucky.

There's been plenty of times where she lets herself in to wherever you're living or staying at the time, acting like she owns the place.

Hell, if you've been together long enough she just might own it.

Is a provider at heart, but definitely appreciates being on the receiving end once in a while. Sure, there's not a lot that you can get a woman who has just about anything she could want, but it's the thought that counts.

She'd also love for you to meet her family one day. It would be a bit of an ordeal and require a hell of a lot of trust in you, but if everything works out it would make for a pleasant evening.

[auspicioustidings]

The Gentle Duchess

Blue Blood Part 4

Summary: Continuation of the Blood Druid. Johnny finally teaches you about the things you want to know.

Word Count: 3.3k

CWs: Smut, just shameless smut (which I am still a beginner at so my sibling in Christ temper your expectations)

“Aye, I can teach ye. Good students dinnae yell at their teachers like that though, dae they? I ken ye’ll have been raised with all sorts of those nice gentle manners, so ask again nicely hen” Johnny said, looking down at you sat on the bed with no end of heated mischief in his eyes. 

You had been raised with those nice, gentle manners. You had a reputation as such, the Gentle Duchess who was rarely ever seen at social events but always mild tempered when she did appear. Wouldn’t hurt a fly. Powerful father so a decent prospect for marriage, no brothers. You had been ok with that, it wasn’t a bad thing to be known for being gentle. But right in this moment you understood the call to bloodlust that men at war held. You wanted to strangle this strange creature.

“Good teachers do not tease their students sir” you replied, curt and proper. 

Something of an animal came across him when you had called him sir. You had meant it to be mocking, anyone of good breeding would know it was an insult being said in such a tone. But it affected him in some way that was frighteningly exciting. 

“Ye want tae know whit it’d really be like if I wis teasing ye my lady?” he replied, voice seeming deeper now, the last two words coated in syrup. 

He had leaned forward, putting his hands to either side of you and caging you in. Your heartbeat quickened and you felt a confusion in your blood, fighting to rush to either your cheeks or between your legs. Johnny watched in delight as you naturally leaned back, not even realising you were doing so until you were braced on your forearms, him continuing to follow to stay right in your space. 

It was delicious watching you rebel for what was probably the first time in your life. He had met many women from the nobilities of these silly little Kingdoms, none quite as sheltered as you. And yet there was such a fight in you wrestling to get out. He knew it had always been there, knew that this was destiny for you to fall into their laps. He would bring out that fight, let you sharpen your nails on his skin and whet your teeth on his blood. 

“Perhaps you should reevaluate your surety that you could truly tease me” you said, trying your best to emulate the way you heard the vipers of different social events speak. Polite in the most cutting of ways. 

“Such a sharp tongue on ye” he grinned, putting a firm hand to the centre of your chest and giving one strong push.

With a soft oof you found your back on the bed, arms no longer holding you up. He readjusted, bringing one knee to rest on the small space at the edge of the bed between your legs and bracing one hand beside your head. The other he brought to your lips, two fingers bullying their way past to massage at your tongue. 

“Cannae believe such a pretty wee mouth would gie me such an attitude” he cooed.

Your head may have been getting a little hazey, the sink into that floating space you had discovered this past couple of days feeling imminent, but you steeled yourself. You bit down, feeling a little satisfaction when he hissed and pulled his fingers away, shaking them out. Johnny was indulging you a little, he knew your bite had been controlled, gentle. You didn’t have it in you just yet to try to hurt him. He wondered if you ever would, but he thought it might be a good thing that your nature was more to be docile and gentle. He was more than sure he could push you to be mean, but for Simon a gentle love would be perfect. 

“If you are not going to teach me, then I would prefer you go and play with someone else.”

“You bit me, feral wee thing.”

You tried to stop from going bright red, not able to stop it. Feral wee thing. You had never dreamed anyone would even have a passing thought to think of you in such a way. It made you feel a rush of heady satisfaction. Is this how a pampered cat must feel when it finds cause to sink its claws into something? The reminder that under all those frills and laces and poise there was still a predator?

There was a desperate want in you. Oh how you wanted and wanted and wanted. You wanted to bite him again to see him hiss, you wanted him to bite you so you could feel the sting. You wanted him to touch you. Oh Gods you wanted to touch him. You wanted to stop fighting and beg to touch him, show him how gentle and compliant you could be and have him coo sweet praises at you for it. You wanted to fight and fight and fight until he forced compliance out of you. 

Johnny could see you at odds with yourself. He was pushing you he knew, probably too far too fast. How irresistible a temptation it was when it flushed you so, had you erratically grinding down on his knee without even realising it. Had your hands fisting the sheets, white knuckled in an attempt to keep from losing control and touching him. Touching yourself. Fuck, the little whine that had left you unbidden at his words had him painfully hard. 

But there was another feeling aching away in his chest. His brothers in arms were 3 men he loved fiercely, he would call down the Gods to burn the world for them. Simon Riley especially. The man who had understood what it was like to be looked down on. When Johnny had first let Gaz talk him into joining the Duke’s little team, he had only done it because he thought the Prince was a bonnie thing he wouldn’t mind corrupting and because he wanted to see more of the world. It was Simon who noticed the way people would treat him. Like some untamed savage.

He enjoyed it for the most part, but it got lonely after a while to have everyone be scared of you. And then the big eejit in a mask had started dragging him to spar with the other soldiers, had goaded him into bantering little arguments at dinner where the servants in earshot could hardly hide their laughter, had told fantastical stories to wide eyed children about how Johnny’s homeland had cù-sìths and kelpies and unicorns and all sorts of magic bubbling away that had them constantly bothering Johnny to tell them all about it. He admitted he enjoyed telling them all about his home, treating them with ghost stories and tales of grand adventure.

It was only when he realised all at once that the people around here smiled at him in greeting that he had been fully aware of Simon’s cleverness and quiet care. The man was a monster on the battlefield, but so few saw that he was also fiercely loyal and he protected those he considered his. Looking at you, knowing that soon he would be giving you to the man who so fully deserved you, had his heart singing. 

You would so perfectly compliment him, be the gentle place his heart could rest. Johnny felt such a rush of love for you then, the same warm light he got when communing with his Gods. He sent up a quick prayer, a thank you for sending you. 

“Your aroused wee yin, that’s what this is.”

“What?”

“Ye wanted teaching naw?” he said, steady and encouraging as the bitten hand was placed on your waist, giving a warm squeeze. “This feeling, it’s arousal. This divine wee body wants touching, needs something inside.”

You heard your little noise this time, a startled note. You had tried to put your finger inside, it had felt foreign and uncomfortable. The Prince and the Duke hadn’t… well there was the Duke’s clever tongue. It made you see stars. Did it need to be a tongue? 

“I tried that” you mumbled, avoiding his eyes out of shame.

You jolted when he pressed his lips against your jaw, kisses peppering over you and down to the neckline of your dress. The hand at your waist dragged leisurely down, rucking your dress up to your thigh before pausing there. He pulled his lips away.

“Look at me please.” 

He had asked so achingly sweetly that you had little choice in the matter, meeting his eyes. He was different somehow, no less intense but the intensity was different. Softer in a way that was terrifying for a reason you couldn’t name. 

“Fuck. Tha thu bòidheach” he said, almost breathless. 

“I don’t…”

“Let me touch ye. Let me show ye how to feel good.”

Gone was the teasing, he seemed so sincere now. And he wasn’t pushing you either, the hand on your dress paused. With the others there hadn’t been anytime to really think about it. You had been overwhelmed with sensation. But now he gave you time, gave you a quiet moment to decide if this was something you wanted of him. And still, still you wanted.

“...please” you whispered, not even sure if the word was audible.

“Ok mo leannan, I’ve got ye. Going tae undress you.”

And undress you he did, achingly softly, until you were bare on the bed. He moved you with gentle touches to be fully laid out so he could straddle you and press his forehead to yours with an affectionate headbutt that made you scowl and butt him right back, causing him to chuckle lightly and nuzzle on you.

“Still my feral wee thing.”

He started trailing kisses from your jaw again, this time not meeting any fabric to stop him from continuing down to the swell of your breasts. His hand was firm on your stomach keeping you pressed down into the plush bed as he swirled his tongue around one of your nipples. Your body tried to arch without your permission and you nearly choked on your own saliva at the sharp gasp of pleasure escaping your lips. 

“I… I can feel it between my legs. Ah! I-it’s like there is a path between them” you rambled, trying to fight against the urge to just lose yourself in the sensation so you could understand.

The wet pop of his mouth leaving you was obscene.

“Aye, to here” he said, hand coming to cup you. “Lots of names people call this.”

“His highness he- oh Gods I don’t- c-cunt! That’s what he called it.”

“Fuuuck. Never sounded so pretty a word before now. Whit did his royal pain in the arse call this then?” he asked, finger delving in to press at your clit.

“He called it my clit. Please!”

“Come on wee yin, use your words.”

“I - I don’t know!”

It was driving you wild, his fingers just sitting there pressing. Not moving. You were trying to wriggle as best you could with his other hand still holding you down, trying to get anything. You thought you might cry.

“Aye ye dae. Dinnae be a brat, tell me whit it is ye want.”

You lashed out, small hand grabbing at his hair and sharply pulling as you bared your teeth at him. You hated being called a brat and he had done it twice now. You were a Duchess, demure and proper. If anyone was being a brat it was him. He brought this out in you, this beast. If he was so determined to act like it was somehow you being the problem here then he could do something about it. Oh, wasn’t that a thought that got your blood hot.

“Move your fingers. Use your tongue. Do something!”

His pupils were blown out and he was panting like a dog at the little attack, baring his teeth right back with a feral grin. 

“I’ll allow it my lady, jist this once. After ye get married, ye try that again and I’ll bend ye over and fuck your arse silly while the Prince eats out your cunt. Ye’ll be begging for us tae let your husband come take whit’s his by the time we’re through with ye.”

You didn’t fully understand, but it made you want to fight even more nonetheless. He still wasn’t moving his damn fingers. Deliberate of course on Johnny’s part. He had really thought he could be slow and loving with you, but he adored you spitting mad like this. You were so haughty, refusing to beg him pretty. He knew that Simon and Price would probably spoil you completely, it would be him and Gaz who would work you up like this, get you fighting.

“You insufferable man! I will not beg anything of you” you snapped, yanking him down so you could kiss him.

It was a battle more than anything, all tongues and teeth. The sounds were lewd and you did not care, only relishing in a small victory when he had to move his hands from between you to balance himself and you could wrap your legs around him, rolling your hips to get that friction he should have just given you in the first place. He moaned loudly into your mouth and you felt a hard length pressing into you beneath the heavy fabric of his kilt. It startled you enough to loosen your grip on him, allowing him to pull his mouth from yours, both of you panting and staring at one another.

“Did Gaz teach you the name for it?”

“He… I think he touched it, but he wouldn’t let me see.”

“Selfish Prince hm?”

Your legs tightened around him when he went to move off of you, not understanding. He gave your neck a small nip with his teeth which made you yelp and he used the distraction to pull away and stand. You turned to your side to look up at him in what you had wanted to be anger, but was more akin to looking like a kicked puppy. When he started to unwind the fabric covering him, you watched with fascination. 

You could not look away from the heavy weight between his legs, hard. He wrapped his hand around it and you saw that it was leaking, his thumb catching on that liquid to slick himself up.

“Cock gets hard like this the same way that pretty cunt gets all wet,” he said, fist continuing to pump slowly. 

“May I…?”

You weren’t sure how to ask exactly, but your curiosity had cooled some of your fight. You wanted to touch him the way he was touching himself, see what it felt like. You swallowed thickly, salivating with the image of putting your tongue on him. Would it feel for him the way the Duke had made you feel? He held his hand out to yours and when you took it guided you to hold him. 

It was velvety, hotter than you thought. Sticky. His low moan made your bones rattle. You could die to hear him do it again. You shifted forward to taste it and the noise you were rewarded with made you believe in his old Northern Gods. 

“Fuck, pretty little tongue feels perfect. You’re perfect” he groaned. 

For some reason those two words made you squirm far more than any filth that he could have come out with. He carded a hand through your hair and moved your head back from him, groaning.

“Turn around mo leannan.”

You didn’t follow the instruction immediately, confused and stubborn. But you didn’t resist when he just took your body and turned it as if you weighed nothing to him. You were laid on your side facing away from him and his body joined you, chest against your back. His arm landed heavy on your hip, hand coming around to finally touch you like you had wanted. 

“Touch yourself the way I’m doing, I’m going tae move my fingers to put them inside. Need ye tae relax.”

You wanted, you wanted, you wanted. If he was going to give you what you wanted then you could do what he said without complaint, fingers bumping against his sweetly as you took over. He readjusted your legs, pushing his cock between your thighs making you moan at the heat of it. When he was able to rut slowly he finally dropped his fingers to your opening, pushing one inside.

It felt different to when you had done it. It felt so hot and tight and wet and you could feel your walls trying to milk his finger. 

“So tight. So hot and tight and perfect. Fuck taking it so pretty aren’t ye mo leannan? This was made for a cock, that’s whit I meant by saying I wisnae going tae take your maidenhood. The first cock in ye should be yer husbands in this Kingdom. Fuuuck, bunch of bastards. If ye were from the Northern Isles wouldnae be a problem for me to be inside ye before ye married.”

Everything felt blindingly intense, but it felt like you were on a thin line between that and a fuzzy softness. Like if you just gave in to it, you could leave your thoughts to the wayside and just feel. You resisted, too busy buzzing with the singular thought that one finger was already making you feel desperately stretched and full. A cock inside you?

“I’d die if you put it inside me, s’too big. Feel so full already” you whined, grabbing one of the pillows to press your face into.

He was picking up the pace, the sound of his hard cock sliding between your thighs combined with the sound of his finger pumping in and out of you wet and only interrupted by both of your desperate noises. 

“I know, so tight. We’ll help ye, me and the Prince and the Duke. Get ye ready and excited,” he said, his words spoken right into the flesh of your shoulder where he had buried his head. 

He added another finger and you swore, not something very lady like but fuck you wanted, you wanted, you wanted. Your own fingers bumped against his again, dipping down to get more of that slick to make everything feel better. He kissed at your shoulder and you thought you could die from such a sweet little gesture.

“So good, taking it so good. Feels better already hm? Ye know that ye were made to take our cocks, can feel ye clenching thinking about it. Would ye like that? After Simon gets ye nice and full with a child let the rest of us have ye. Never going tae want for anything wee yin, we’ll take such good care of ye.”

He reminded you of Gaz, the words seemingly being spoken for himself more than you. The idea that he would find it pleased him thinking of you being taken care of was going to give you heart problems. 

It was only after you came with a scream that he really showed you how much this was affecting him. He fucked your thighs with a fury, leaving your breathless. You had taken your fingers away, choking a sob when he pulled his out and then just crying out incoherently when instead of removing them entirely he went back to your clit, the overstimulation dragging pleasure out of pain. 

“J-Johnny I can’t!”

“Ye fucking can! Cum for me again my lady” he growled.

Turned out you could and the way you howled had him cumming as well. You felt ropes of sticky fluid make a mess of your thighs and you were too boneless and dazed to question it. That was a lesson for another time, on the balance of things you reckoned school was out for the day.

[blowflyfag]

WWF RAW MAGAZINE: April 1998

THE NIGHT THE BELT CHANGED HANDS

Shawn Michaels vs. Marty Jannetty Intercontinental Championship

BY LUCAS SWINEFORD

June 6, 1993 Albany, NY

You’ve heard Federation announcers say it a million times– “Anything can happen in the World Wrestling Federation.”

Not only does this statement hold true for television programming, but for live events as well. When you attend a World Wrestling Federation live event, you never know what to expect. On any given night, the most talented superstar can fall in defeat to one of his peers, or perhaps if you were fortunate enough to be one of thousands of fans at the Knickerbocker Arena on June 6, 1993, you’d witness a match the impact of which is still felt around the Federation today. When Shawn Michaels and Marty Jannetty locked up, not only did the Intercontinental Belt change hands, but one of the most successful tag teams in Federation history realizes its bitter end. 

There is no rivalry or battle more vicious than one between men who once considered themselves close allies. The term “allies” greatly understates the strength and closeness of the relationship between Shawn and Marty. For years their names were synonymous with each other, as they formed perhaps the greatest tag team to never officially win the Federation Titles–the Rockers. They were barely into adulthood when we first saw them competing in the ring. Their high-flying style, athletic ability, overwhelming charisma and good looks won them legions of fans around the world. But sometimes success isn’t enough to hold a partnership together. Small personal problems can escalate until one day the relationship, which seemed indestructible, violently explodes in a crazed frenzy. That day came for the Rockers during the infamous interview in which Michaels leveled Jannetty with Sweet Chin Music before tossing him through the Barber Shop window.

After that notorious incident Marty disappeared from the Federation, while the Heartbreak Kid flourished as a singles competitor. Now the Intercontinental champion, Shawn Michaels was in the ring on the May 17, 1993, episode of Monday Night Raw to boast about how impressive he had been in recent victories over “Hacksaw” Jim Duggan and “Mr. Perfect” Curt Henning. Suddenly someone appeared literally off the streets of New York City to challenge HBK to a title match that night! Marty Jannetty was looking for revenge from his one-time partner, and beating him for the belt he coveted was a great place to start. With some help from Henning Jannetty defeated Shawn to become the new Intercontinental Champion, but this feud was in no way over.

[(Left to right) In a live-event Intercontinental Title change in 1993, Shawn Michaels debuted his bodyguard Diesel and the two orchestrated a fool-proof plan that would enable the Heartbreak Kid to leave Albany with the gold. Michaels first tried to wear down Jannetty with a barrage of side-headlocks, but later would be tossed out of the ring for his troubles.]

When the two superstars met less than three weeks later in a championship rematch. Marty used his intimate knowledge of Shawn’s wrestling ability to formulate what he felt was a foolproof game plan. However, Michaels proved that you can never be prepared for the unexpected. The cocky challenger from San Antonio, Texas, made his way to the monster he introduced as “my best insurance policy.” After a brief consultation in the middle of the ring, the official assigned to the match agreed to allow the gigantic specimen to remain ringside while Michaels battled to recapture the Intercontinental belt. This “insurance policy”--who Federation fans would soon get to know as “Big Daddy Cool” Diesel–was there to insure that when the night was over the belt was firmly wrapped around the waist of the Heartbreak Kid. 

As the opening bell sounded, Jannetty had the early momentum. The champion barraged his foe with an arsenal of side-headlock takedowns and a devastating clothesline which sent Michaels over the top rope and crashing down to the concrete floor. After a brief discussion with Diesel, HBK returned to the ring and immediately began brutalizing Marty’s right leg with stiff kicks and crushing kneedrops. After a backbreaker and ferocious elbowdrop from the top rope which connected with Jannetty’s head, the champion seemingly was finished. Sensing the victory was close at hand, Shawn whipped his opponent into a turnbuckle and quickly followed to add to the damage. 

Marty dug deep into his heart to find the will to continue, and as HBK came into the corner Jannetty landed an elbow right under Shawn’s chin and knocked the vain challenger into a momentary daze. Marty quickly capitalized, hitting Michaels with an atomic drop and a vicious elbow from the top rope. After pummeling the challenger with a barrage of hard right hands, the champion threw himself into the ropes looking to deliver a clothesline that would knock Shawn to the canvas for the last time. Now it was time for Big Daddy Cool to make his presence known. 

Diesel grabbed Jannetty’s foot, but instead of falling to the mat he was able to spin around to confront the oversized protector face-to-face. Rather than ignore the seven-footer, Marty became involved in a verbal altercation with him, even going so far as to challenge him to a fight. After using these few moments to regroup, Michaels snuck up behind his opponent and walloped him with Sweet Chin Music. Jannetty was sent crashing to the floor and looked nearly unconscious. The Heartbreak Kid abruptly pinned his foe and reclaimed the Intercontinental Championship.

[(Left) After stunning the challenger with a crushing elbow to the chin, Marty mounted an offensive of his own and immobilized the Heartbreak Kid. (Above) After turning his attention to Diesel, Jannetty left himself easy prey to Shawn’s Sweet Chin Music. Three seconds later, Shawn had reclaimed the gold from his former Rockers partner.]

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Club Penguin

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word count: 2.4k

Notes: I like when fics kind of just flow you know? Where all of a sudden I’m like 500 words deep and can’t stop 😌😌 those feel right

“Honey, you maybe wanna slow down with those?” 

Hen watches you throw back another shot, glaring at the scene before you. Eddie has his hands on some girl's waist, grinding against her to the music, she’s got her hand in his hair, rubbing her body all over him.

“I’m fine” You give her a curt smile and grab Buck by the collar 

“Let’s go dance”

“Help. Me.” He blinks exaggeratedly toward Hen and she cringes as you pull him down to the dance floor. You make sure to march directly into Eddie’s view as you pull Buck against you, he wraps his arms around you as you drunkenly dance against him, you’re more coordinated than either of you expect as he sways to the music with you, burying his face in your neck.

“Is he staring?” You ask softly, as his hands travel over your body, feeling you up, your breath hitches in your throat as you feel his hand start to slide further down, between your legs. 

“Mhmmm, sure is. Looks pretty pissed too”

“Good” 

You turn to look at Buck, your hand coming up to thread through his hair, he feels your tears falling and sighs.

“This isn’t…the best way to get his attention” He kisses your neck softly, soothingly. 

“I don’t want his attention” 

“Really? Because something tells me you’re about to get it” 

You turn your head to see Eddie storming over, push yourself back against Buck and he holds you closer to him, standing up fully. 

“Dude- what the fuck?!” He shoves Buck’s shoulder and Buck squeals, shoving you in front of him

“Take her! It was all her idea!” 

Your mouth drops open and you whirl around on him. 

“Evan Buckley you did not just-“ You freeze for a second, throwing your hand over your mouth before you go running off, Eddie yanks at his hair before running after you. 

You manage to make it to the toilet before spilling everything you’d been drinking for the past hour. You hear a chorus of “heys!” As the bathroom door opens again, Eddie steps into your stall and locks the door behind him, kneeling with you. He holds your hair back, rubbing your back soothingly as you sob into the porcelain bowl.

“Shhhh, shhh it’s gonna be okay baby” He whispers “You’re gonna be okay”

He cringes as you get sick again, feeling more than incredibly guilty for this whole thing. 

“Why are you even in here?” You sniffle as you sit down for a second and grab a piece of toilet paper to wipe your mouth with.

“Because… I- shit. Fuck- I care about you okay? I- we-“

“Right-right so that’s why you broke up with me?? And went to go dance like a slut! She’s not the slut you’re the slut. She doesn’t deserve to be called that, it’s you you’re the slut”

“I know baby I’m the slut- I’m… I’m sorry-“

“I- I-“You turn back to the bowl and Eddie strokes your back again as you cry. 

“I loved you!” You finish, plopping back onto the floor and he blinks, staring at you. Because he’d broken up with you out of his own insecurities, he didn’t think he deserved love, he didn’t even know if you loved him. He wasn’t sure you did, even if you showed him every single day, in a hundred little ways. 

The way you’d lay out his clothes every morning when you stayed over, how you’d make sure he had a little snack in his pocket when he wanted something sweet. Even when you got him a new stick of deodorant when he was running low. 

You loved him, it was so clear, and he’d thrown it away in a panicked mistake. He takes more toilet paper and dries your tears, kissing your forehead softly. 

“I would love to hear those words in any other place than this bathroom, holding your hair back."

“You haven’t said it back” You sniffle at him, giving him weak little middle fingers and he rolls his eyes, nuzzling his nose against yours before helping you stand up slowly, he brings you out to the sink and helps you rinse your mouth before picking you up bridal style and leaving the bathroom.

“That’s because I’m going to show you”

“If you don’t say it I’m not going home with you” You lay your head on his chest, your eyes closing as you grip the front of his shirt.

“Baby-“

“I’m gonna yell for help, or- or fire!! I’m gonna yell fire!” 

“I’m a firefighter, I’d have to go to work” 

He grabs your purse from a waiting Buck, who gives him a look and he nods in confirmation.

He’s corrected his mistake. 

“Yeah exactly! And that would suck! So… so you better-“ You bury your face deeper into his chest and he sighs as he feels your tears soaking into his shirt. 

“That bitches glitter is on your shirt” You mumble and he snorts. 

“That’s from your hair” 

“Was she good? Did she make you forget me?” He can feel your body shaking as you ramble all of your insecurities out. As soon as you’re outside the club, he walks around to the side of the building and sets you on your feet.

You squeak as he pins your back to the wall and he hooks his finger under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. 

“I love you” He whispers, so soft only you can hear it. “Most ardently”

“Eddie, that was hot” You whisper back and he chuckles, resting his head on your shoulder for a second, and smiles before kissing your neck

“I thought you’d like it” 

“Do you mean it?” 

“More than anything… I panicked. I panicked and I tried to bury those feelings… and then you showed up and… shit”

“And what?” You make him look into your eyes and he sighs, putting his forehead against yours

“And….That was my cousin’s girlfriend” He admits sheepishly “I…I asked if she’d do me a favor. Buck told me where you guys were going and I ran here, hoping to make you jealous” 

“Well. It worked” You frown and he laughs a little 

“I nearly broke my best friend's neck when I saw his hands on you… you weren’t trying to make me jealous?” 

Your cheeks flush and you bite your lip “Well… okay maybe a little bit” 

“Sounds like we deserve each other” 

You push him away a little to go through your purse and pop a piece of gum in your mouth. 

“Sounds like it” You look down, crossing your arms over your chest. He kisses your forehead again, pulling your arms apart and putting them back around his neck.

“Will you forgive me? Please? If- if you’re not ready for it I won’t force it” 

He slots his leg between your thighs and you sigh happily, smiling.

“I don’t know… I think you’ve got some serious groveling to do when we get home. Eddie if you’re ever feeling this way let’s have a conversation okay? Don’t just panic and be an idiot.” 

“I will baby, I promise. Besides… who says we have to wait until we get home?” 

Your eyes widen as his hands slide down to your lower back, pulling you even closer. He buries his face in your hair, breathing you in deeply.

"You smell so good," he murmurs, nipping lightly at your earlobe. “Makes me wanna do all sorts of nasty things to you in this alley."

You look at him, your eyes are hazy and full of love, mirroring his own and grin, tugging on the front of his shirt. You look around shyly for a moment, it seems quiet, everyone’s trying to get into the club… no one cares about the back alley. 

“Please?” 

Your voice is so sweet and so pretty, he’s never been able to tell you no, especially in these cases… 

He hooks a finger in your panties, tugging them aside impatiently. The head of his cock nudges against your slick entrance, both of you shuddering at the contact.

"Last chance to back out, baby. Once I'm inside this tight cunt, I won't be able to stop. Gonna use you like the dirty little fucktoy you are until you're screaming for me."

“Do it” 

He can feel the liquid courage flowing like lava through his veins as you stare into his eyes, burning just as hot as he is.

“Fuck me, Eddie”

With a dark growl, Eddie slams his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in your sopping wet cunt. You clench around him tightly, drawing him in deeper with each hard thrust as you both moan together.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so good," he groans setting a brutal pace. 

"So fucking tight and wet for me. Gonna ruin this perfect little pussy."

He lets his head fall back for a second, pounding into you hard and fast, the vulgar sound of skin-on-skin echoing in the alley. His hands grip your hips bruisingly tight as he uses you, hips snapping against you with each powerful thrust. 

You pop the buttons on his shirt as you rip it open, wanting to feel his skin against yours. He growls in your ear as you claw your nails down his back, leaving angry red stripes. You hook your leg around Eddie’s waist, crying out when he pushes in impossibly deeper. 

He leans down to bite at your neck, sucking dark marks into your skin as he ruts into you like a man possessed. His balls slap against your ass with every brutal thrust, the pleasure bordering on pain for both of you and driving you crazy. 

“What’s that noise??” 

You freeze in place as you hear voices near the front of the alley, holding tightly onto Eddie. 

“E-Eddie wait- wait st-“

“Safe signal”

Eddie's heart races at the sound of the voice, adrenaline surging through his veins. The thought of getting caught fucking your brains out in this dirty alley sends a dark thrill straight to his cock.

He covers your mouth with his hand, silencing your whimpers as he continues to pound into you mercilessly. His hips snap forward, driving his thick cock deep into your soaked heat.

"Shh, baby, just take it," he whispers against your ear, his breath hot and heavy. "Gonna make you cum so hard you forget all about them watching."

It’s like a bomb goes off inside of you, your screams are muffled by Eddie’s hand as you cum harder than you ever have in your life. You hold onto him like a vice as he buries his face in your neck, muffling his cries against your skin as he empties himself deep inside you, painting your walls with his seed. He thrusts shallowly a couple times, making sure every drop hits your cervix, groaning when he looks down and sees his dick stretching you. 

Tears stream down your face from the overstimulation as he grinds against your clit, finishing you off, your legs are weak and jello-y as you finally set your leg down. 

He peppers your face with kisses, licking the tears from your cheeks as he slowly comes down from the high of his orgasm. His hand slides from your mouth to cup your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his heated gaze.

"You did so well, baby," he praises, as he pulls out of you slowly, hissing at the suction. His cum drips down your thigh and he swipes it up with his fingers, bringing them to your lips.

"Clean up the mess you made, baby," his voice low and rough. "Taste how good we are together. How well your body takes my cum." 

You slowly clean off his fingers, staring into his eyes as he watches you suck on them, he grins when you pull away, laying your head back against the cool brick wall. 

“You wanna taste too?” You ask sweetly, smiling sleepily as you rest your hand on the back of his neck and pull him in to kiss you. 

It’s a softer kiss, all the urgency from earlier is gone. He slowly tucks himself back in his pants and begins to straighten you up as you make out, he pours all his love and adoration into it like he should have been doing this entire time, something he never plans on stopping for as long as he lives.

“I really do love you” He pants softly as you both finally pull away for air “I’m sorry it took me being a dumbass and almost losing the greatest thing to ever happen to me to figure that out” 

“I love you too… I’m sorry I tried to make you jealous with Buck, it was petty. Well deserved, but petty” 

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, chuckling 

“You definitely deserved to do that, I’m not mad” 

You and Eddie stay together for a bit longer, he gives you little kisses as he strokes your sides lovingly. You giggle and kiss him back, nuzzling your nose against his. 

“You about ready to go? I can’t believe I fucked you in an alley”

“I’m gonna be real Edmundo, I don’t think I can walk on my own. And what’s wrong with… adding a little spice to a relationship?”

He picks you up bridal style and bites his lip as he sees your thighs still sticky with his cum, he might just have to clean it up in the backseat.

“Fucking in public is a little spice?” 

“Semi-public!” You correct him and he scoffs 

“Oh yes I’m so sorry, Semi-public” 

You snuggle into his chest as he walks down the sidewalk, there’s not many places open but he finds a clean little diner and goes in. He sets you down in the booth and sits across from you, but reaches over to hold your hand.

“I’ll get us a Lyft, it probably won’t be long” 

“Can I have a burger while we wait?” 

“Order two” He nods as he concentrates on his phone.

You watch him for a little bit, your head resting on your arm, he bites his lip as he stares at his phone, looking at the options for rides, you blink slowly, your mind still hazy from the alcohol. 

Suddenly his head jerks up to look at you, you continue to stare at him, sweetly, innocently, as you rub him through his jeans with your foot. 

The waitress comes over, surprisingly cheery for the late hour. 

“What can I get for you two?” 

“T-two uh- two bacon cheeseburgers and-“ His voice cracks “Two strawberry milkshakes. Do you have a bathroom?” 

“Sure do sugar, it’s right down the hall. I’ll get these in for ya, won’t be long” 

Eddie scrambles up from the table as soon as she’s done, dragging you laughing behind him.