#finn is a nightmare as per

[faofinn]

DAY 21: shackled

@febuwhump

The metal shackles bit into Fao’s wrists as once more he pulled back to try and get free. He’d been trying for hours, focused on the metal pin hammered into the stone, trying to work it loose. It had been to no avail, it serving just to bruise his wrists and exhaust him. He’d not given up, though, as the metal cut his skin and made it bleed, dripping down his fingers. 

It wasn’t the first time he’d been shackled, and he doubted it would be the last, either. He knew he needed to stop running his mouth, that it often got him into trouble, but when he’d been faced with those idiots he couldn’t help himself. And so now he was stuck in a cold cell, the floor covered in straw, a tiny slit of light coming from a thin window at the top of the back wall. 

For once, things hadn’t even been his fault. He’d thought that being in the employ of the king would have changed things, that he didn’t have to be afraid of being thrown in the cells simply because someone needed a person to blame. 

One of the King’s Lords, who managed a large amount of land to the North, but South of Tomas, had kicked up a fuss about something or other. Fao didn’t understand it - he’d not been privy to the information. Just thrown into the cells and locked away with no explanation. There had been an issue, and Fao was under scrutiny, and that was that. 

The anger boiled up, and he shouted out, pulling back harder. The chains rattled, the shackles bit into his skin again, cutting deeper and deeper. The pain just made him more and more angry, hot blood over his hands. 

Fred was no different to the rest of them, and now he was paying the price for thinking things would be different. He was an easy target, he knew, but he’d thought that guarding the prince would have granted him privileges. He’d been honest, and loyal, and good at his job. Now what? Stuck in a freezing cold cell, watching his own blood drip onto the straw covered stone floor. 

It hadn't taken long for Finn to catch wind of the issues, and to start complaining. Unfortunately for them, Fred had been powerless against the court, and so, Fao had been left in the cell. 

That hadn't sat well with Finn, and he’d immediately started planning Fao's escape. Of course, other guards had been brought in to keep Finn in his chambers, but there was a reason Fao had been his main for so many years. 

He managed to sneak out easily, running to the stable and mounting Toren. He didn’t bother with his tack, figuring Fao would be fine without, and galloped into the night. 

Finn had never felt comfortable near the cells, something setting him on edge. He pulled Toren up in the tree-line, telling the grey to stay. 

The guards were easy enough to sneak past, and the other by the stairs had fallen asleep. He scoffed at the state, made a mental note to mention it to his father, and silently headed down to greet Fao.

He found Fao's cell, quietly fiddling with the lock, murmuring under his breath.

Day had dragged into night once more, and Fao had given up pulling at his shackles. He was slumped against the wall, his knees drawn up to his chest. His wrists had just about stopped bleeding, but they were throbbing now. He’d been falling asleep, despite trying not to, but lifted his head when he heard the lock on the door jangling, someone muttering on the other side of the door.

As Fao raised his head, Finn froze, his finger on his lips. "Shh."

“What the fuck?” His hissed.

"I can leave you here if you don’t want my help."

“That’s not what I said.” He muttered.

Finn grinned. "Thought so."

“Jus’ hurry up.”

"Yeah, I'm trying." He muttered, finishing with the lock and setting it aside. "Are you able to walk?"

Fao offered him his hands. “I need these off.”

"I know. But they've not hurt you? I'll kill them if they have."

He shook his head. “I can walk.” He said. “But I need my sword.”

"We'll find it." He dropped to his knees by Fao's side, wincing at the state of his wrists. 

“The guards have my belt.” He said softly. 

"Which one? The idiot? One with the beard?"

“Surprisingly, I didn’t get a good look at their faces when they unceremoniously shoved me in here and stripped me of half of my belongings.” He grumbled. “I think the one with the beard.”

"Should have tried harder." He teased. "Aha, there. That was a shite lock."

“It’s had me leaning all of my weight on it since I’ve been down here.”

"Bit more and you might have got out of it."

“I was hoping to.”

"You'll need them dressed, they look painful."

“They’re fine.” Fao grumbled. “I need my sword and I need out of here.”

"You've said."

He forced himself to stand. “Did you get rid of the guards?”

He hesitated, and at least had the decency to look sheepish. "Not exactly."

“What does that mean?”

"One of them was fast asleep and the others weren't paying attention."

Fao huffed. “Great.”

"Not like you're in a state for fighting anyway."

“Thought I’d trained you well enough to take the fucking guards out.”

"Thought I'd trained you well enough to not get caught for stupid things!"

“I didn’t do anything!” Fao spat. “I don’t know why I’m even here.”

"If you're going to be like that, I'll just leave you." Finn muttered. 

“Don’t start.” 

"Then don't tempt me."

“Just get me out of here.” He grumbled, glancing around for the guards. 

"Are you sure you're gonna be okay?" Finn asked, uncharacteristically soft.

“Just get me out of here.” Fao repeated. 

"Alright. Come on, then. Toren’s waiting."

He nodded. Thankfully, the guards were still as slack as ever, and didn’t notice the pair of them skulking through the shadows. Fao managed to grab his weapons belt from the sleeping one, looping it around his waist. His wrists were burning now, pulling with every movement, but he didn’t have a choice. They had to keep moving.

[tittyblade]

spciety if i didnt keep having dystopic dreams

[archangeldyke-all]

masterlist 2!

so apparently u can only imbed 100 links per post, so here's my second masterlist haha!

slow living with sev 💐

helping sevika workout

distracting professor sevika from grading

sevika naming your tits

christmas with sev

masc reader strapping sevika for the first time

scrawny reader winning a fight with sev

watching jeopardy with sev

sevika taking care of u in a depressive spell

sev and drunk reader

princess reader and knight sevika 👑

cowboy sevika!!! 🤠

p.2 slow living with sev💐

sevika and reader's dogs cause a meet cute 🐕

how sevika proposes

bully sevika

wrapping presents for sevika

trying to have angry sex as a married couple

sevika sucking strap

sex store shopping with sev

the glitter incident

chubby reader!

reader who loves makeup

reader w/ body hair

short reader

sevika squirting again hehe

butch trucker sev

first time u fall asleep on sev

growing old with sev

dairy farmer sev x strawberry farmer reader

godmother sev x kindergarten teacher

amab ceo sev 💼

how u and ceo sev got together💼

nut video with sound? 💼

sev on her period :(

sev on anesthesia

out of pocket reader

getting pregnant with sev :,) 👶

sevika overstimulating and tying u up

sevika mindlessly groping u

happy chubby reader

waking sev up

subtop sevika begging 💼

scardey cat reader

butch4butch gym couple

reader w/ top surgery

synced period w/ sev

how sev reacts when ur hurt

flasing sev on facetime

cowboy sevika's family grows 🤠

asexual reader

touchstarved overthinking reader

cowboy sev smut ;) 🤠

farmer couple smut

finding a missing slayer :,) 🐕

finn's little sister reader

playing uno with the gang

list of quick blurbs

slayer being sev's wingdog 🐕

tailor reader

pussy spanking ;)

nsfw alphabet

sev's fanny pack strap asdfjsaljdf

pussy spanking ft. squirting

how sev talks to your baby 👶

sev w/ a plushy

ran and sev and reader throuple ⚔

how she tells silco about reader

cowboy sev adopting the girls 🤠

sevika warming up to kids 👶

sev during your labor and delivery 👶

finn cockblocking u and sev lmaoo

save a horse, ride a cowboy 🤠

PT reader/boxer sev pt. 2

another list of blurbs

sev w/ nail artist gf

slayer in the snow lmaoooo 🐕

sev w/ your kid from a previous relationship 👶

cowboy sev and reader jailbreak the girls🤠

sevika's kid eating crayons 👶

sevika hates scary movies

painter reader/muse sev

sevika's ass and how much we love it

how she dances

sevika after you have a nightmare

how she reacts to dustin licking reader

taking her skating

little slayer at work with sev 🐕

sev and a black vampire reader! 🦇

painfully obvious crushing reader

sev and slayer's typical convos 🐕

sevika lactation kink hehehe

black vamp and sev's relationship hcs 🦇

discovering her breeding kink

talkative reader who's shy around sev

pussywhipped sev

black vamp reader's little friend 🦇

sev comforting reader w/ hairloss

roach verse groupchat

switch sev and switch reader

[loganlermanstanaccount]

sand beyond the sea (I know you're waiting there for me)

(AO3 Mirror) (Main Masterlist) (Event Masterlist) (Event Info)

Tape 1 // Side A Track 08: Seaforth - King Krule Finnick Odair x childhood lost love

warnings: mild angst, fluff, happy ending.

a/n: first drabble for my 6k followers event! i had fun writing this one :)

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Our love dissolves this universe (Our love dissolves the universe)

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Finnick can't sleep. 

He won't, actually; out of principle. There was a time in his life where he was terrified of the dark, a fear that seeped well into adulthood. He'd ask for the light of gas lamps, keep his window open to let moonlight spill in, or crawl into his mother's bed for comfort. It wasn't the dark, per se, but the nightmares: creatures creeping in the dark, shadows with a bony hand around his neck. And when those nightmares turned into pseudo-memories: of heads hacked off and the sharp prongs of a trident in his chest – well, those ones still keep him up at night. 

This time, though, it's nothing like that. It's all the more surprising when he drifts off into sleep, and instead of nightmares; he dreams. Hazy, wispy ones of sand and salt in the air: of laughter, of love, of you. 

So he doesn't sleep, for a while. Instead, he lies awake in a crisp white room, a thousand miles away from wherever you really are. District 4, probably; still living by a half-hearted cliff's edge, a stone's throw from his parent's house. That's what he sees, sometimes: feels the sand underfoot as you run ragged around rock pools and fall asleep in the sun. Dreams, governed by feeling; touch, taste, smell; of your hands tying loose braids into his hair, and fried fish by the water's edge. He doesn' t need to see you, dreaming or otherwise, to know how much he loves you. 

And so, it doesn't matter how hard he fights it - Finnick always wakes up in the morning with the feeling of your hand on his cheek, warmth rising to the surface of his chest. You'd swirl a stick into sand and explain what you'd learnt at school, that day, a class above him. 

Cold air sinks, Finn; warm air rises. 

And he'd give you a gap-toothed smile, grinning like an idiot even then. 

So you'd float to heaven, he'd say, head spinning as you laugh. And Snow would kick rocks in hell.

Oh my God… what does that even mean, Finnick? 

He'd clarify. Just think you're warm. Somethin' about you. 

Your smile is something etched onto his heart like the carvings you'd make into driftwood, all the way back then. Scratchy hearts, and the both of your initials in bark. 

You're full of hot air, Finn. 

It makes him smile, curled up against the sheets like you're pressed against him. Sometimes, he thinks you were made for one another; spines slotting together like puzzle pieces, two halves of one whole. 

It's stupid, probably, to think of a childhood love like that. To hold onto something he let die, after the Games. His knuckles are white from holding on too long, he thinks. Too tight. 

So he can't sleep, barely does; counting down the days, seconds, hours, until he's back home. Dreams of a beach where you're still there, where your footsteps dance around one another; and aren't washed away by the sea. 

"Finn?" You still live in that old house, grown into your features, and he's grown into gangly limbs. 

He's worn his best trousers, tried to smooth that rogue curl at the crown of his head. He'd brought flowers that remind him of you, sweet and crisp and fresh. You're pretty. So, so pretty; it makes his chest heave and creak. And your hands are cradling his face, his hands are on your waist: they fit, just right. 

Watery laughter, but it sounds exactly how he remembers. Everything else falls away. He sleeps with his head on your chest, that night. It's warm. 

Somethin' about you, he thinks. 

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Finnick taglist: @amonett, @neithriddle

[zeroheritageposts]

HERITAGE BLOGS MASTER-LIST!

because why not, I already made a quick recap of the incident, so...

Shadow - Relaxing during the calm after the storm, with his dear chao "Kurai," and his boyfriend Flower.

@shadowheritageposts

@lancelotshadowheritageposts

Lancelot (Lance) - Slowly adapting to this new world full of advanced and mysterious tech.

@mephiles-heritage-posts

Mephiles - Moving pieces, plotting things, slowly, but surely, plotting devious deeds with Super.

@zeroheritageposts

Infinite (Finn) - Hanging out in his own, trying to relax after having a crisis over his very identity.

@gadgetheritageposts

Gadget - Hanging inside the base Finn left him with Starline and Zonic.

@silver-heritage-postz

Silver - Trying to take better care of himself, after the threat of the metal virus seemingly vanished.

@werehog-sonicheritageposts

Sonic (Wolf/Flower)

[past] Exploring a hidden lab in little planet with Gumi.

[present] Hanging out with his boyfriend, Shadow, just really happy to be with him.

@sonic-exe-heritageposts

Sonic (Ephialtes/Needle) - Plotting his own thing, he wants to play a game, and the world is his playground.

@evilknucklesofficial

Buckles (Knux) - Guarding the world from the danger in his islands.

@heritage-metal-sonic

Metal (Diamond) - Trying to discover who he is, and what it means to be Sonic.

@void-the-coyote

_____ (Void) - seemingly deactivated, he no longer serves a purpose for Starline as of now.

@arjan-the-sonic

Arjan - Exploring the voids, trying to find... something, he is currently missing.

@renard-the-foxbot

Renard - waiting orders from any member of the Kitsune Council.

@tails-heritage-post

Miles "Tails" Prower (Yokai) - involved in different shenanigans

@heritage-tails-posts

Miles Prower - A lone young scientist constantly running away from his bullies in West-Side Island.

Dr. K. Jules Blitz - Mad scientist plotting things from within a hidden lab, jumping across timelines.

@rough-n-tumbleheritageposts

Rough and Tumble - lurking around, waiting to see who wants to hire them, or fooling around.

@creamheritageposts

Cream - Trying to live peacefully with her Chao, hoping to see her mother again.

@espioheritageposts

Espio - Training and doing as per usual, although lacking his family; the Chaotix

@blaze-heritage-posts

Blaze - Hanging out with Maimy after getting involved with the shenanigans of this world.

@excalibursonicheritageposts

Sonic (Arthur) - Hanging around, trying to connect back with a world he once belonged to, but does he still belong?

@megpoidgumiheritageposts

Gumi

[past] Exploring a hidden lab in little planet with Wolf.

[present] Chilling with her girlfriend

@zonicheritageposts

Zonic - In the base where he, Starline, and Finn, were. Recovering from a crisis.

@butterfly-reaper-lily

Lily - Looking around for the missing young deity of life.

@mirror-queen-snow

Snow - Lurking from within the dark, perhaps, involved in some shenanigans herself.

@nova-the-shadow

Nova - Trapped in a repeating nightmare from which he cannot wake up.

@rouge-heritage-posts

Rouge - Hanging around, having a lot of time off given that G.U.N. is gone.

@baba-is-heritage

[Baba] is [showed up] and [nothing else so far]

@fleetwaysonicheritageposts

Sonic (fleetway) - Running around, trying to make up for a damage that is already fixed.

@fleetwaysupersonicheritageposts

Super Sonic (Super/Rift) - Hanging out with mephiles, recovering from being heavily damaged by Shadow before the reset.

@doctorstarlineheritageposts

Starline - Executing and plotting his very own plan, can anyone really stop him?

@moviesonicheritageposts

Sonic (Wachowski) - Hanging out, seemingly missing Tom and Maddie. [mod has some ideas for them]

@tails-dollheritageposts

Tails Doll - Lurking. [mod has some ideas for them]

@shadowthehedgehogheritageposts

Shadow [requires a nickname] - [mod has some ideas for them]

@americansonicheritageposts

Sonic [requires a nicknalme] - Dear GAIA that Mohawk!

@eclipsethedarklingheritageposts

Eclipse - Last time he made a connection with his half-mobian sibling.

@evilsupersonicofficial

Super Sonic [requires a nickname] - unleashed, Not Devin apparently.

@evilsonicofficial

Sonic (Evil/Devin) - having been reborn from the death, he's back to his usual random shenanigans.

@whisperheritageposts

Whisper - sometimes hanging out with Tangle.

MightyAndRayHeritageposts

Mighty and Ray - [not started yet]

@e123omegaheritageposts

E-123 Omega - Standing there... MENACINGLY!

@yoshiheritageposts - never returned from the liquor store

Mr-L-Heritage-Posts

Mr. L - [not started yet]

Darkspinesonicheritageposts

Sonic (Darkspine) - [mod has some ideas for them] [not started yet]

calvin-and-hobbes-heritage-posts

Calvin and Hobbles - [not started yet]

ToadBrigadeHeritagePosts

The Toad Brigade - [not started yet]

Sage-Heritage-Posts

Sage - [not started yet]

@nineheritageposts

Miles “Nine” Prower – involved in shenanigans.

@ninethefoxheritageposts

Miles “Nine” Prower (Nine 2) - [I don't know actually]

[theace0fhearts]

What if I hand you guys The Black Phone kids' Smash Ultimate mains?

Finn is a Zero Suit Samus main and probably the most annoying person to fight against. He has a similar fight style to what Robin taught him at the end of the movie (back > forward > back > swing) but he also jumps around. Alot. He’s a close range fighter's nightmare.

Gwen mains Princess Peach and is up there with Finn in terms of annoyances to fight. Her play style is similar to Peach in the 75m fight in WoL (constantly running around). However she is also a close range fighter and will tilt b you if she catches you slacking.

Robin mains either Snake or Sheik depending on the play style of whoever he is up against. He alters his style (close range or long range) based on that. This, once again, depends on his opponent's style but he has a nice balance in his attacks and evades with whoever he uses. Tilt a is a favored combo of his when he does use Sheik.

Griffin chooses to main Young Link and will drive his opponents insane (especially if teamed up with Vance). His style is literally just to keep his opponent on the ledge and hit them with fully charged fire arrows. While it isn't a hard tactic to avoid per se, it's a pain to deal with when trying to recover.

Vance is, surprisingly, a close ranged Lucario main. Instead of taking advantage of the aura sphere move, he's notorious for spamming side b to use force palm when his opponent is in grabbing range. If this happens and you get sent off the edge during a team match, you better hope he isn't paired with Griffin.

Billy is a multi-main, choosing either Duck Hunt, Ness or Pac Man. His style revolves around using his main's specials during the fight. If up against an opponent that runs or jumps around the field he'll choose pac man and stay grounded, using side b on the opponent when they're vulnerable after landing to keep them stunned.

Bruce mostly mains Bayonetta or Byleth but he has learned all fighters’ movesets solely out of curiosity. Out of all them, he has the most well rounded and balanced play style with equal use of his specials and normal attacks. He is one the most formidable to face off against as he knows your main's moveset as well as you do and can react accordingly.

[rhodesrider]

Victim

SFW! 18+! Minors DNI!

Judgement day x Fem Reader

Warnings: Mentions of R@/pe, Mentions of Therapy, Nightmares, panic attacks, slight regression, poly

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You sigh sniffling as you have another bad dream. Another lonely night in a house so big yet so empty. Usually you go with them but you had school work and your family wanted to see you so you couldn’t tag along. You start to sob and cry feeling so alone feeling a panic attack creeping on you. You quickly turn on a lamp light and quickly speed dial one of them.

Dominik was enjoying company and food with the rest of the group, he glanced with his peripheral view seeing his phone light up. “Hm?” He was confused, you should have been sleep by now knowing you have classes early in the morning. “Mama, Y/N is calling me.” He gave the phone to Rhea, and like that her face turned to worry. Something wasn’t right. She answered it, her ears filling with your sobbing and crying. “Baby? Sweetie you ok?” Rhea got up getting from the music and turning on FaceTime. Dominik, Finn and Damien turned the music down worried about their girl.

“I keep having these fucking nightmares and I miss you guys mama…” You cried and sobbed more shaking some, your phone camera up at the wall. You didn’t wanna be seen like this, you were their happy girl, never a tear on your face. “Princess, it’s gonna be ok. Can you do daddy a favor and breathe?” You hear Damien with his calm sweet voice, looking at the camera. “Come on like we practiced.” You rub your eyes some and try your best to focus on your breathing. Some of your sobbing stopped indicating to the group that it’s working. “When you can baby just prop the phone up and talk to us.” You sniffled again and nodded continuing your breathing exercise. Finn and Rhea were upset that they weren’t there comforting you, they are always there and this one time made them heated. Dominik was sad too, you guys shared a lot in common, played video games together, and yet he couldn’t be there to make sure you were ok. Damien sighed waiting and soon the phone was up, facing you, your eyes puffy and bloodshot red from the constant tears. “Babydoll…” Finn sighed and you hid your face in blankets embarrassed. “Princess what’s wrong…you gotta tell us…” Rhea asked in her sweet voice, you peek out the blanket and just look at her trying to speak.

You go non verbal, and you start to cry again, you know you can tell them anything but your body felt frozen and you head started to hurt. “No no no babydoll, please no more tears. It’s ok, hey where’s Mario?” Finn asked as Mario was your squishmello, you quickly looked getting him hugging him close. “There he is. Where’s mamas blanket she got you?” Rhea asked. You look at the end of the bed and get the weighted blanket Rhea ordered for you, tossing it around your body you go back to your breathing exercises and start to finally feel a bit better to talk. “Now baby, you feel a bit better?” Damien asked smiling and you nodded giving a soft yes. “Do you feel like talking about the dream?” Finn asked.

“It was that party one again…”

Rhea sighed knowing that constant nightmare you endure. Before you met Rhea which started the whole “You have 3 boyfriends and 1 girlfriend Poly relationship” You were in your home town in the city, your so called friends invited you. You were having a great time not a care in the world, but you weren’t watching your drink. Someone slipped something in your cup and drugged you, pulling you upstairs with his friends. And sadly they succeeded. You were able to give names and start an investigation on campus. The boys were caught and you had your justice but they took so much from you. You told Rhea this story and she had to set a lot for around you. Asking/consent, your age regression sessions, different hobbies, sleep therapy. But the nightmare still lurks.

“Baby…I know we aren’t there right now and I’m so sorry. We will be home soon after the Pay per view and we will get you a bunch of presents and love. I promise.” Rhea said and all you could do was just smile. She was always there for you, and you’re glad she’s in your life. “Baby girl you still have to rest you have morning classes soon.” Damien reminded her and you were sad you didn’t wanna hang up. “Babydoll make sure your phone is charging and put it on the stand. You can stay on FaceTime.” Finn smiled and Rhea sat it up in the tour bud smiling and you did so looking at her back. Your eyes started to get heavy and you cuddled the weighted blanket more. “Goodnight princess. We love you.” Rhea whispered muting herself so they can play music again, they casually check on you, make comments on how adorable you are as you slept and go on with thier road trip.

“We will be home soon baby, I promise.”

[volatilekyber]

When Ben wakes, he still half expects to be in his quarters on one of the First Order star destroyers, all sleek metal and unforgiving black and white. Instead he wakes in an unfamiliar place, though it's becoming more familiar as the days pass. A small cot in a nondescript room. Temporary lodging for the Resistance in an old base, long abandoned by whomever had occupied it before. Rey's bed is across the way, where her things are neatly folded. She's awake, of course, and she'd let him sleep once again. She knows about the nightmares. Even if they're his fault, they still leave him tired.

He pushes the blankets back, and stands, running a hand through his dark hair, which catches on a few tangles. He ignores them, and pulls a sweater over his head, pausing to shove his feet into a pair of boots. It's not loud outside their shared room, but that's because most of the action takes place elsewhere. Almost everyone else is already awake, he's sure. It's instinct to reach for his saber but as always, he doesn't have one. Rey keeps promising she will take him to get another crystal, to construct another weapon, but time hasn't been on their side. A blaster works just as well, but he doesn't wander around with one of those on his belt. He exits the dwelling area and follows the familiar path to the command center.

He's hungry but that's his own fault - he'd slept through breakfast. Now it is time to see what Rey is up to and if there is anything he can do to help. Some people are still cautious around him. People like Poe stop talking when he enters the room. That's only fair, he's earned that. But most people have no idea who he is, except that he is former First Order. Leia wants it kept that way - she won't choose between the Resistance and her son. He's grateful for that, but expects that at some point, it will all boil over and he'll have to face everyone. At some point. Not today. Killing Snoke has earned him some good will and he'll be riding that as long as he can.

He finds Rey, and she is speaking with Finn, their voices earnest and quick. As per usual, the conversation comes to an end as he approaches and Finn glares daggers at him. Alright, so he's still mad. Rey seems undeterred. She turns to him, her expression bright. "Good morning," He says, swallowing past the lump in his throat as Finn turns and stalks away. He tries for a smile. "You should have woken me up. I want to be useful. Everyone is going to think I'm lazy," he half teases.

repost for @ofthclight + rey

[unabashedqueenfury]

Reign 2013-2017/ 02-13• 03-01

Toby Finn Regbo as Francis Valois

The Nightmare is over...

Stanotte a mezzanotte mi levai,

Trovai 'l mio cuore che del petto usciva;

E io gli dissi: cor, dove ne vai?

Mi disse: a veder voi che ne veniva

Mira, il mi' core se non ti vuol bene!

Esce dal petto e ti viene a vedere.

(Giuseppe Tigri, from "Canti popolari toscani, Serenate, 1856)

The Nightmare begins...

Questa partita la vo' far piangendo,

E sospirando per tutta la via:

E gli occhi bassi, e la mente dicendo:

Ove ti lascio, dolce anima mia?

Ove ti lascio, mazzo di be' fiori?

Alla partita mia pianti e dolori!

(Giuseppe Tigri, from "Canti popolari toscani ", La Partenza e l'Addio, 1856)

[wweassets]

Costume Contest anon here… better late than never… let’s celebrate a Happy 2023 with my Fantasy Playgirl 2023 calendar! Here are my proposed layouts… which month are you permanently hanging on your wall?

January: Happy New Year! SETH ROLLINS is wearing a pair of big flashy “2023” shades, along with a fully sheer black mesh bodysuit from SlickItUp. He’s popping a champagne bottle and laughing hysterically among a wall of streamers and confetti, with his erection pointing upwards and to the right in his mesh bodysuit.

February: Celebrating Valentines Day are PRETTY DEADLY. Kit Wilson is laying face down on a massage table fully nude with his fat ass sticking up, and Elton Prince is also nude applying massage oil to Kit’s back. Elton’s erection is resting on top of one of Kit’s large mountainous cheeks and pointing upwards as he reaches over.

March: CARMELO HAYES is sitting alone in his favorite barber salon. He’s fully nude, slouching in the barber’s chair with his legs spread open, and his long erection laid out across his left thigh.

APRIL: It’s time for April showers! Seth Rollins is in the lockeroom at his wrestling school wearing a white cloth robe, when he pulls back the shower curtain to reveal NATHAN FRAZER showering fully nude, photographed from the back. Nathan has his head turned around with a surprised look on his face, as soapy water streams down his back and flows down his fat ass.

May: BRON BREAKKER can’t wait for summer to arrive in Orlando. He’s on his fishing boat in the lake, standing fully nude and his sweaty muscles glistening in the sun, photographed from the back to show off his giant muscular ass. He has his head turned slightly to the camera, with a sexy smirk on his face. APOLLO CREWS is in the boat with him, lounging against a beer cooler facing the camera, glistening in the sun as his erection points upwards into his chiseled abs.

June: Summer’s here and guess who just graduated from Chase U? DUKE HUDSON is standing under the bleachers wearing a graduation cap, wearing his red Chase U arm bands. He’s fully nude, as he’s taken off his black robe and it’s sliding down his legs. He’s resting his erection on his diploma, looking at the camera with a smoldering look.

JULY: The American Nightmare is enjoying the 4th of July! Cody Rhodes is in his back yard wearing an American flag chef’s hat, grilling burgers and hot dogs, standing fully erect.

AUGUST: Trying to keep cool during the heatwave, RICKY STARKS is laying nude on the beach in Miami. As the sun sets in the background, he’s laying on his stomach at the base of the water, and the white tide is slowly coming in and slowly surrounding his huge ass.

SEPTEMBER: Paying tribute to Atlanta, Georgia is AUSTIN THEORY. He’s fully nude on the roof of a red Cadillac, his back turned away from the camera, and going “A-Town Down,” doing a deep squat as he lowers his ass down and shows his hole to the camera. He’s painted his entire fat ass like the peach 🍑 emoji, another tribute to Georgia peaches. (Think Nicki Minaj on her Anaconda artwork)

OCTOBER: Who’s ready for Halloween? FINN BALOR is! He’s back to wearing his Venom makeup on his face and his chest, fully nude, leaning and slouching against the ring ropes fully erect. Instead of red, he’s replaced it with purple to embrace his Judgment Day vibes, giving the camera a middle finger.

NOVEMBER: BROOKS JENSEN is ready for Thanksgiving, but this year he’s the meal! He’s fully nude on top of a dinner table pretending to be cooked turkey, on all 4’s and arching his back, presenting his fat cakes to you. He’s ready for you to dive in and eat him!

DECEMBER: Placing a gift under the Christmas tree is CLAUDIO CASTIGNOLI, who is wearing an ugly Christmas sweater and completely bottomless, arching his back and presenting his muscular ass towards the camera. He has his head turned to the camera, giving it a little wink.

So, who won 2023?

OH WOWOWOWOWOWOWOW NOT TOO LATE AT ALL, you AAAATE AS PER!

amazing stunning epic beautiful show stopping just wow… loved every single one THANK YOU SO MUCH 🙏

3rd: austin theory

2nd: bron and apollo

1st: pretty deadly… the homoeroticism takes the cake IDC

how about y’all?

[orc-boar-dyke]

what the worst nightmare you've had (that you will reveal to tumblr)

oh god ummmm out of the ones im willing to share it isn't really a nightmare per se but sometimes I will blink and have this whole world come to me as I fall asleep for a millisecond, and then i just have to sit there. If you've seen Adventure Time its like finn in that one pillow world episode, and that will just kinda happen sometimes.

[talentforlying]

28.     felt at total peace with themselves and everything around them. 

28.     felt at total peace with themselves and everything around them. 

he's forty, and he's cross-faded, and zatanna is off her face on the kitchen counter, levitating mange the talking rabbit three feet off the floor. he thinks he pissed on the phantom stranger's shoes in the alley a few minutes ago, and it's a whole lot funnier than it probably should be. header and rick the vic disappeared off to the toilet longer ago than he wants to think about, and the six-foot-six giant who put the whole shindig together is slugging back tennent's super like he's a fish and it's water.

it's his birthday, and for the first time in a long fucking time, he thinks he's gonna be okay.

almost unreal now, with this much liquor warming his belly and a high that reduces his eyes to burning cinders, to think that the day started out badly — kit unexpectedly visiting family, chas on a shift he can't shake. that sinking, lonely feeling that he's getting old, because he's lived twice as long as he ever thought he would and ten years more than his mum ever did, and he doesn't know what to bloody do with himself when he's not doing magic. feeling guilty about it in a way he never has before kit; before a normal, domestic life abruptly became a real option for him.

it's a zero-sum game any way he chooses to go about it: he's forty, and he's still fucking around with forces beyond his comprehension, still trying to play a young man's game. he's forty, and he hasn't worked a regular layman's job in his entire sodding life, but if they're going to pay the rent, he'll have to strike up and stick with it, SOON. he's forty, and he sees his sister every other weekend, sees his best friend twice that, and goes to bed every night with the love of his life beside him, and none of it feels even halfway as real as the shite he sees in his nightmares.

so, one more bad birthday. why not. what's there to celebrate, anyway?

except. except THEY all seem to think it's worth celebrating, don't they? his friends. the fact that he's still got enough of them left to throw him a surprise party is enough to stone crows the world over, but that they still think of him well enough to put in the effort in the first place is . . . sort of fucking mind-boggling. they like him enough to remember his birthday in the first place, enough to pop in from hell and scotland and america and . . . wherever it is the immortal lord of the dance fucks around these days. enough to stick around and keep him company until the wee hours of the morning, if they're good for their word. ( and he knows they are. ) enough to invite the sodding swamp thing, and the fact that the big hedge even showed was more of a kick in the teeth than the fucking phantom stranger.

obviously the free booze doesn't hurt as incentive. or nigel's supercharged wacky backy, either. but any one of them could've gotten that elsewhere, if they'd felt the urge, and they chose to get it with him. he's forty, and he's got more friends than he would've ever thought possible.

jesus fuck, the nerve of them, making him sniffle at his own bloody birthday party.

he loves them all, each silly blighter.

the lord of the dance crushes another crate as easy as snapping a toothpick and laughs at some inane shite nigel is spouting on about. ellie's gone and rescued mange from the inevitable crash to the floor, holding him gingerly by the ears, but the furry git doesn't seem to mind; still effing and feffing about pulling magicians out of hats, as per usual. zatanna is utterly lost in the world of the monumentally stoned, reading the ingredients on a packet of instant oatmeal backwards like it's the most important magical text in the world. header and rick are STILL conspicuously missing, and god, he wishes he could hear what brendan finn would have to say about that one: something filthy about rick being at his best when he's on his knees, just ask god.

' mere hours into a fourth decade and you've already lost the ability to hold your liquor. jesus wept, john. '

ellie's apparently left mange to his own devices to come and join him on the sofa, sinking into the cushions at his elbow and propping her arm up on his shoulder to lazily skim her fingers along the collar of his shirt. she doesn't look halfway blotto for all she's been drinking, eyes still sharp and clear as she studies the room and its motley inhabitants with dry disinterest; she smells like cinnamon, sulfur, and asphodel, and if he didn't know better, he'd say she almost seems relaxed. ' what are you smiling so big about, anyway? you know you'll have a hell of a hangover to look forward to when all this is done. '

is he smiling? he hadn't realized. but sure enough, he lifts a hand to his face and feels the grin there, broad as a barn; feels the way it hurts his cheeks like it's been there for a long bloody while now, and it doesn't feel like it's going to go away soon, either.

fuck him. HE'S FORTY.

it's the best thing he's been in ages.

@fightwing / MOMENT IN TIME PROMPTS

[cinquecolonnemagazine]

Summerslam 2023: il più grande party dell'estate del wrestling

Agosto, mese di grande caldo e di vacanze ma non per il mondo del wrestling. La WWE stanotte va in scena con Summerslam 2023. Il più grande party dell'estate del wrestling presenta un lungo menù fatto di grandi match e di grande intrattenimento. Andiamo a vedere, nello specifico, la card di questo evento che si svolgerà stanotte presso il Ford Field di Detroit nel Michigan. Summerslam 2023: i match femminili Partiamo nel nostro viaggio verso l'edizione del 2023 di Summerslam andando a parlare dei due match femminili che compongono la card dell'evento: il match a tre tra Asuka, Bianca Belair e Charlotte Flair per il titolo femminile della WWE e poi il match con le regole della MMA tra Rounda Rousey e Shayna Baszler. Le due ex fighter si sfideranno in un match con regole delle Arti Marziali Miste ed è un incontro che nasce a seguito del tradimento di Shayna verso Rousey nel loro match di coppia in quel di Money in the Bank. Riuscirà l'ex campionessa della UFC a vendicarsi oppure sarà Shayna Baszler a prevalere? Passando al match a tre, quello tra Asuka, Bianca e Charlotte è uno dei più equilibrati della card. Tutte e tre possono piazzare dal nulla il colpo vincente per portare il match a casa e conquistare la tanto ambita cintura di campionessa. Asuka deve difendere un titolo tanto rincorso e cercato, Bianca Belair deve riscattare il match perso proprio contro la giapponese (costatole la cintura ed un regno titolato di quasi un anno) e Charlotte vuole ampliare il suo enorme palmares di titoli mondiali. Match di contorno ma da seguire Prima di approfondire match ben più attesi in questa card, parliamo di due incontri di contorno ma da seguire con molta attenzione. Partiamo da Logan Paul vs Ricochet, un match dal grande eco mediatico. Tanta attesa per l'ennesima prova sul ring della megastar dei social network, Logan Paul. Stavolta di fronte a lui troverà Ricochet, uno dei wrestler più acrobatici di sempre e dotato di una agilità fuori dal comune. Chi vincerà? Quest'ultima domanda è il filo conduttore anche della Battle Royal che vedrà coinvolti 20 lottatori. Una vetrina importantissima per emergere dal gruppone di wrestler messi nell'ombra ed incapaci di avere uno spazio ben più di rilievo in questo Summerslam 2023. The Beast vs Cody Rhodes ed il match per il titolo intercontinentale Tra gli incontri più attesi di questo evento WWE c'è sicuramente il match per il titolo intercontinentale tra Drew McIntyre e Gunther. Il lottatore austriaco è tra i più apprezzati lottatori in forza alla WWE e sta dimostrando la sua dominanza nel ring grazie ad uno dei più lunghi regni da campione intercontinentale. Gunther dovrà vedersela contro lo scozzese McIntyre in uno scontro che si preannuncia essere epico e durissimo per entrambi. Summerslam 2023, però, sarà lo scenario perfetto per l'epilogo della faida tra Brock Lesnar e Cody Rhodes. Per l'American Nightmare c'è una montagna anzi... una bestia da sconfiggere. Un incontro per lui dalla difficoltà altissima visto che di fronte a lui c'è un lottatore completo e pericoloso come Brock Lesnar. Una storia fatta di colpi proibiti, colpi pesanti e risse senza regole. Come andrà a finire? I match per i titoli mondiali Completano la carte di questa edizione di Summerslam i due match per i titolo mondiali. Iniziamo parlando del match tra Seth Rollins e Finn Balor valido per il titolo mondiale dei pesi massimi. Il leader del Judgment Day è alla resa dei conti contro l'architetto Seth Rollins ed il suo obiettivo è il titolo massimo. Il demone riuscirà nell'impresa oppure Rollins manterrà il suo titolo confermando il suo status da campione combattente? Attenzione, però, all'incognita Damien Priest perché il "senor" Money in the Bank potrebbe essere il vero ago della bilancia in questo match. Due cugini, un titolo ed una famiglia. Il tribal combat tra Roman Reigns e Jey Uso vale molto di più della cintura da campione indiscusso universale della WWE. Questo match mette in palio il titolo di "tribal chief" all'interno della famiglia samoana e potrebbe segnare la parole fine al regno più lungo da campione dell'era moderna della WWE con oltre mille giorni di regno. Un main event dalle dimensioni epiche per dare un grande finale a SummerSlam 2023. Read the full article

[heresathreebee]

Kinktober Day 12 FORMAL WEAR/ BODY WORSHIP

Dewey Finn x Reader smut

Tags: 18+ | 1.7k words | you're engaged, small angst, bad joke, self consciousness, male body worship, so many kisses guys, lipstick smears, unprotected sex, pulling out

AN: I fucking got so far into this and said “WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T I DO BEETLEJUICE FOR THIS”

You never expected to see the day. Dewey Finn in shorts made for a child's uniform? Sure. Dewey Finn in a band t-shirt and old jeans? Duh. You had accepted his engagement proposal fully aware that he would probably meet you at the altar in a zipper hoodie and sneakers. 

And yet here he is before your very eyes at a fancy dinner to celebrate Ms. Mullins' award in genuine black tie wear. Every time you look away from him, you feel like you simply imagined it, but then you turn back and see him and he's actually wearing a nice, fitted black and white suit and tie. 

"Are you ok?" Dewey tried to measure your temperature by putting the back of his hand to your forehead, smiling. "You look like you've seen a ghost." 

You chirp, "Have you seen what you're wearing? I think hell is freezing over." 

You gesture with your glass of wine at his attire and he smirks. "Ooooh, your original home is cold! Do you want my jacket, babe?" 

"Fuuuuck yooouuu, Finn," you stage-whisper. 

Dewey spreads his arms out wide. "You are more than welcome to! You put a ring on it after all."  

Someone cleared their throat and you jumped– caught under the watchful eye of Rose Mullins herself. You sputtered an apology and dragged Dewey over to Ned Schneebly so he would have someone to keep him somewhat appropriate while you talk to other teachers from your school. 

A couple hours later you overhear a tipsy conversation they're having. "I can't believe you wore an actual suit! It looks good on you, man." 

Dewey blew a raspberry. "Come on, this is so not me, Ned! I mean look at me, man– I used to be somebody. A rockstar on the rise and now I'm in a real relationship with a teaching gig and soon to be married.

"Can you imagine? Me! Married! I'm falling apart," you hear him say. 

Ned scoffs loudly. "What are you talking about, man? You've got so much good going on!" 

"I know, it's crazy!" 

You're… well, you're not sure how to interpret Dewey's revelations. And you had your back to each other so he probably doesn't even know you heard him. The more you get to thinking about it the more angry and nervous you become. 

Did Dewey not want to be marrying you? But he asked! 

Was it just out of obligation? Was he just afraid that if he didn't, you would leave him? You thought he loved you and his job but it sounded like he was complaining… 

You let it boil and simmer for the rest of the night, ignoring him when he asked you questions and not responding to his attempts to joke around. You made him drive so you could attempt to sleep and see if that made you feel better, but all it did was give you a nightmare about being 50 and miserably married. 

"Hey," Dewey pokes you in the ribs after you both got out of the car, "what's gotten into you?" 

You ignored him all the way up to your bedroom while he fired off at the mouth as per usual. By the time you reached the bedroom he had exhausted his supply of gags and called your name worriedly. 

"Hey, seriously: what's wrong?" 

You plop yourself on the end of the bed to take your shoes off, clearly pouting despite your efforts. "Nothing." 

Dewey hums. "Oh it's nothing, that's why you've been avoiding me all night." 

"Just drop it, Dew, I'm not in the mood." 

"I can't!" You glare at him and he flounders around for words until: "babe if I leave it, you're not going to want to talk about it at all, and then the next time we have an argument, it's gonna come back with a vengeance." 

… ok, so you did do that once or twice before…

Dewey waited. “Ok? What did you hear?” 

You sigh and flop your head on your pillows, earrings in hand and feet aching. "I just… I heard you…" 

“Marriage isn’t you.” You glared at him. ‘You told Ned marriage wasn’t ‘you.’ So what, I’m a burden now?” 

“H-wha-hat?,” Dewey laughed, “what are you talking about? AAAH–” 

Dewey ducked as a shoe flew at him. “What? What??” 

“Dewey Finn, if you don’t want to marry me, why did you freaking propose?” 

All of the goofiness was sapped out of the air. Dewey’s face dropped and he really looked at you now. He sighed and kicked his shoes off and sat on your side of the bed, somber. 

“I don’t know how to tell you I love you more than I already have,” he starts, then back peddles. “What I mean is… babe, what you heard was just a joke.” 

He looks to you and freezes under your deeply unamused stare. “Uh… Ned didn’t find it funny either, soooo I guess you could say it was in pretty poor taste. 

“Listen babe,” Dewey scoots closer and takes your hand. “You’re on the right track: if I didn’t want to marry you, I wouldn’t be! But I am so, you know, I do! I love you, babe, honestly.” 

He turns his head and gives you big puppy dog eyes. “I just… I just…” 

Being cute was easier than being real. Dewey plants fat, wet kisses on the back of your hand. He sighs and makes you scoot over to lay down on the bed next to you. “I don’t know why I… I guess I just never imagined anybody would want to shackle themselves to a guy who looks like me. Or even the other way around– I never imagined I’d be the type of guy to settle down, you know?” 

You hadn't considered it before. Sometimes people who rail against 'the institution of marriage' are also people who never got the chance to believe they could love or be loved that way… hang on– 

A thought interrupted you– "I thought you said 'who could love a guy like me.' What's this about 'who could love a guy who looks like me' business?" 

You look at him for an answer and he raises an eyebrow at you. He thinks you're not serious but when you don't back track he scoffs. Dewey shows you what he means by patting his belly firmly and making it jiggle. 

"I guess I didn't realize you were self conscious about that," you wondered aloud. 

"I am not," he pouts. "I'm fat, that's all. Nobody wants a fat guy if they can help it or– or do better." 

You shrug. "Ok so you're fat– it's not a bad word. It doesn't have to be a bad word. And I can assure you, this?" You pat his stomach. "This is very good to me." 

That's how you end up with him trembling that night, hands balled into fists at his side trying to obey your no touch command and covered in hickeys and love bites. 

It took an hour to undress him fully because for every piece of cloth you removed from his body you showered him in kisses and praise, announcing all your favorite things about him. He felt silly when you were fiddling with his bowtie, but his arousal skyrocketed with every brush of your hand over what piece you would take next and what you would say next. 

It was embarrassing. It was sexy. And it filled him to the brim with warmth at how passionate you are about him and his body. It's not a 'despite your flaws' kind of love, it's included. 

He's laying on his back and naked when you finally come back to worshipping his belly. His hard member is so close but you ignore it in favor of peppering his pooch with refreshed lipstick. Dewey has to put his hands up by his head to stop himself from stopping you. 

It's like it stings. It stings to have anyone openly notice his stomach but to know you do it out of love, your own arousal and interest, that sting is accompanied by a deep pleasure. 

"Please, please," Dewey swallows, "stop teasing, baby, please." 

"Since you asked so nicely…" 

You were planning to suck his dick but you're dripping and you need him just as much as he needs you right now. You fit your thighs on the outside of his, almost getting bucked off balance as he realizes oh shit, you're really done teasing and you sink down onto him with a gratuitous sigh. 

When your hips are pressed flush together, Dewey rocks his to feel something– anything. It's like you were made for each other. He's not going to last and frankly neither are you. His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass and push and pull to get you to work. 

"Come on baby," he says. "It's all yours. Take it." 

God he looks like a dream. You start to ride him at a steady pace and watch his eyes flutter for a moment. His hair's a fluffy mess, lip swollen from being bitten, stomach arms and chest littered with lipstick marks. It's not long before he's glistening with sweat and his hips are meeting yours to push you both closer to the edge. 

"M close," you grip his shoulders and ride him harder, "fuck! Dewey." 

"Almost…" Your fiancée catches your hips in a bruising grip to gain back some of the control. He knows when you come you'll slam back down and he'll have no choice but to come inside you. He pulls you towards him, making you bend and he captures a nipple in his mouth and drives his hips up, up, up until he feels you clamp down with a scream. 

You're too much and he barely pulls out before he's coming too. His pearly ejaculate paints your lower lips, your ass, and the last of it paints his own stomach. 

You're panting together in the moonlight, hugging each other fiercely to try and make the moment last just a little longer. In this crazy, fucked up world you managed to find your person and god help the world you should ever be parted again. 

[zodiyack]

Who’s Watching

Requested by @cai-neki​: May i ask a request; Youngest Shelby!reader one an angsty again, where someone's haunting the reader (she couldn't grasp if it's a past memory or person) ending up into various looks from her brothers thinking she may have a trauma but it turns out there is really someone following her around. Kinda long and messsy but yeah.

Pairing: Shelby & Gray Family + Shelby!Female!Reader

Warnings: Stalkers, swearing, my horrible reference in the title, angst

Words: 1,642

Summary: (See Request)

Taglist: @matth1w​, @redspaceace-writes​, @peakysputain​, @fandom-puff​, @darling-i-read-it​, @cai-neki​, @simonsbluee​, @marquelapage​, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow​, @thewarriorprincessxo​

Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist

Her chest heaved with uneven breaths as she slammed the front door shut behind her, back pressed against it. Her brothers walked in to see what the noise was about, surprised to see their sister’s disheveled body blocking the door.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Arthur exclaimed first. He eyed her with wide curious eyes, not all that sure whether he should be mad at her or getting revenge for her.

“S- some- someone-” She couldn’t form a full word with how heavy she was breathing, gasping for air as she rested her hands on her knees.

“Someone what? Did they follow you?” Tommy moved to the windows, looking around before drawing the blinds. “Are you alright?”

“W-wat-wah-”

“Water. Get her some water, Finn!” Arthur yelled before turning back to his sister. “Nod or shake your head. Are you alright?”

She shrugged.

“Do you need help?”

Again, she shrugged.

“Did they want to kill you?”

She shrugged once again, this time taking the water as Finn passed the glass to her.

“Can you stop fucking shrugging?”

A few gulps of water later, the cold liquid soothing her dry throat, she spoke up. Her breathing was still off, but she was recovering. “Someone was following me. I don’t know if they’re trying to kill me or if they followed me home, I just know that I did the thing you taught me-”

“What thing?” Finn furrowed his brows in confusion.

“Tommy. He told me that if I got a bad feeling about someone walking in the same direction as me, to turn a couple times, walk in directions off-route. This person followed me even then. As soon as I realized that, I ran as fast as I could. I didn’t even take the time to look back.”

“Good girl.” Every head in the room turned to Pol, who leaned against the door-frame of the family room. She slowly walked forward, moving her niece aside to look around outside the door before shutting it and locking it. Tommy gave her a questioning glance, to which she replied, “all clear at the front door.”

“Alright. Finn, go check the back, Arthur, can you patrol the house? If one of the doors were unlocked, they could have gotten in while we were talking.”

“Yep.”

The three waited in the main room for over an hour. Tommy and Polly took turns comforting Y/n as they waited for the boys to return. When Finn and Arthur did indeed return, Tommy was suddenly more doubtful than Y/n expected. Finn confirmed that all the doors were locked, Arthur reporting no one but themselves in the home.

Thomas turned toward his sister. “Are you sure someone was following you? Did you forget a turn and assume they were?”

“What?” Y/n’s face morphed into an expression of disbelief, hurt that her brother would question her. She was horrified, looking as if she’d seen a ghost, when she ran inside. The entire time she was running, her body felt uneasy, like she would faint had she stopped for even a second. It felt like her stomach had dropped.

“Are you one-hundred percent serious?”

“Yes- well- I-” It was ironic. She’d looked like she’d seen a ghost and for a split second, she thought it was a ghost. Had she been hallucinating? No, the chase felt too real. Whether it be a person or something from long ago, she knew it was after her. “I don’t know if they were human but-”

“You don’t know if they were human?” Arthur cackled. “Tommy, she thinks a mummy ran after her!”

“I never said that!”

“Was it a werewolf? Was he going to eat you? Gobble you up?” Arthur continued to poke fun. Only Thomas, Polly, and Y/n remained straight-faced. Polly noticed Y/n tearing up, the genuine hurt in her eyes saying that whatever it was, she was still terrified for her life.

“Arthur. Stop.” Although he continued to chortle, Finn’s laughter faded as he made eye-contact with his aunt. “Arthur.”

Finn nudged Arthur harshly. He stopped laughing and turned to Pol. “Yeah?”

“Stop teasing your sister right this damn moment or I’ll find whatever was chasing her and let it have you instead. She was beyond terrified. Look at her!” Polly snapped. “Can’t you see she thought she was literally going to die?!”

As the arguing went on, Y/n sighed and headed to her room. Her aunt was a great save, but that didn’t mean she believed her either. Only defending her due to catching how mortified she was. The embarrassment gifted to herself by a simple overthinking thought. ‘What if I was only imagining things...’ her brothers made her second guess herself.

The night went on, lights turning off, Shelbys and Grays lying in their beds, until everyone in the home was fast asleep. The windows and doors were locked, blinds drawn, and home quiet. The creaking of the wood, however, was new. It sounded like someone was stirring, but no one was awake to hear it.

Screaming awoke the members of the Shelby home. John had just returned, Ada as well, and had a head start to their sister’s room. She had sat up so quick it felt like she should’ve gotten whiplash. When the other four got to Y/n’s room, Ada was sitting on the bed beside Y/n, holding her close to her, and John was sitting on the edge of the bed, shooting her a sympathetic look.

“Did you see them again?” Finn inquired. Arthur slapped him up the back of the head, earning a glare from his little brother. “I’m being serious!” He whisper yelled at Arthur, only to be ignored.

“See who?” Ada looked at her family with widened eyes of confusion. She turned to her sister then back to her brothers and aunt. “What happened?”

“Ada. I’ll um...tell you in the study, okay?” Polly mumbled softly. Ada nodded and rose from the bed, hugging Y/n reassuringly before walking to her aunt. Both women stopped in their tracks as Y/n’s voice sounded again.

“I had a nightmare. The same person. They were in...here. My room. They opened my door and began to walk over to my bed. I couldn’t move. I was terrified. I thought it was all over, but another door opened and the person ran away. I screamed when I could, but for some reason, it was delayed.” She didn’t even take a break to breath or rethink details. It was like she was reliving it even at that very moment.

Tommy looked concerned. He whispered something to Pol before gathering his brothers and the other two females. They left the room, Tommy closing the door behind him, and left Y/n by herself to meet in the study.

“She’s got some kinda flashbacks or something like that.” Finn commented.

“We went to war, she...well, whatever happened, it wasn’t as bad as war. I doubt it’s some kind of thing she’d seen. Perhaps it’s her imagination again.” Arthur grunted in response.

The three older brothers had dealt with PTSD before, the effects similar to Y/n’s awakening, but Arthur didn’t believe she was hurt. He couldn’t bring himself to believe it. The man wanted his little sister to be safe, and knowing he couldn’t keep her so would hurt him more than the war did.

“I say it’s a trauma.”

“What kind?” Ada was quick to question Thomas, as per usual. “Injury related or event caused?”

“Either. If she hit her head, perhaps walked into something on the way home, or if she saw something she didn’t want to see...”

Unbeknownst to the family in the study, Y/n was on the other side of the doors. She pushed them open with a furry. “I’m not traumatized. Nothing that happened is from my imagination or some injury! This person is real and no matter what you do or say, they won’t stop.” She stormed out just as quickly as she stormed in, leaving her family to dwell in her warning.

She hadn’t left the home all day. It concerned the family, but they understood. No one had spoken a word to her since she’d made her point. When it was time to sleep again, Ada and Pol were the only ones to bid her goodnight, the boys cowardly, even more so when it came to admitting it.

The creaking occurred again. Y/n was awake this time, wide awake. The dream felt just as real as her escape had. Last night, she’d fallen asleep, given the person an advantage. Not tonight, she swore, not tonight.

Footsteps grew louder as they neared her door, the small squeak of the door opening causing Y/n to clench her eyes shut. Cold air followed the stranger; Y/n thought to herself, the person must have opened a window...but they were all locked, were they not?

She couldn’t be certain.

They stood over her bed, hesitating for whatever reason. Y/n had her own advantage this time. She wasn’t in sleep paralysis, she wasn’t incapable of showing the stalker what Shelbys learn since birth. Right as they reached for her, the mirror next to the wall by her bed positioned so she could see them, she slid under their squatted legs and darted out her bedroom door.

Behind her was not her concern as she ran for a specific room. Their footsteps thundered loudly, yet not loud enough to wake the rest of the family. Hot on her trail, they aggressively swung for her, but her distance was just far enough that they couldn’t reach her fully.

Reaching the room, she grabbed the first gun in sight, turning and firing. A few seconds later, steps padded throughout the house and stopped at the door. There they saw their little sister with a gun, standing over the person who’d been stalking her, wounded but not dead.

“Told you.”

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

Wrestlers Kinktober 2021

So this year I decided to do a kinktober, but there is no way I can write them all in only October so I’m putting it together now. Below is the list of kinks, it’s all first come first serve. I will do my best to keep up with letting you know if it’s taken. To request it you CAN NOT BE ON ANO! Wrestlers can be repeated as many times as you like. Reader can be any gender and you can have whatever gender wrestler. ONY ONE REQUEST PER PERSON AS OF RIGHT NOW

Can request AEW, WWE, and Impact. Please be aware of the people I don’t right for

Day 1- Thigh Riding for Nick Jackson

Day 2- Temperature play for Sasha Banks

Day 3- Double penetration for Baron Corbin and Roman Reigns @youcantreignonmyparade

Day 4- Toys for Damien priest @purplegirl20 

Day 5- Bondage for Carmella @tamatoashiny123

Day 6-exhibitionism for Jungle Boy @writtingrose

Day 7- Bray taming for Mark Sterling @deathmatchgage13

Day 8- Praise for Marko stunt @godly-burnt-out

Day 9- Degration for Kenny omega @hungmanhorsecarriage

Day 10- Size for Adam Cole @rdhester1987

Day 11- Dumbification for Chuck Taylor @trent-thot13

Day 12- Denial for Adam Page

Day 13- Overstimulation for Tony Khan

Day 14- Omegavers for Matt

Day 15- Impact play for Finn Balor

Day 16- breeding kink For Matt Jackson @heatherdawn82

Day 17-Gagging with MJF

Day 18- cock warming for Orange Cassidy @laylrin

Day 19- Face sitting for Kenny omega

Day 20- pet play for Jon Moxley @nightmare-family

Day 21- Blood for Kenny Omega @stalechipsandmoldydip

Day 22- masterbation for Hook @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch

Day 23- hate fuck for Randy Orton @everything-wrestling

Day 24-jealous for Chuck Taylor

Day 25- innocent for Nick Jackson

Day 26- face fucking for Kenny Omega @kennysquads

Day 27- age difference Jay white @rdhester1987

Day 28- dry humping for TK

Day 29- sharing for Hook and Ricky Starks @ali9193

Day 30- spitting for Christian Cage

Day 31- recorded for Roman Reigns @starwithaheart