#have Kevin raise that concern as well

[pyrepostings]

I haven't really kept up with live blogging my spn watch and I'm not going to go back and talk about what I missed now but the in-universe supernatural fandom has me absolutely v i b r a t i n g

"The Winchester gospels"

Sam explaining to Dean what slashfic is

Then now with the convention. Just- everything. The fans not believing the real Sam and Dean

The author being a helpless nerd onstage

The main fan pair ending up to be together in "real life"

"We have guns and we will find you"

And this episode being right on the tails of the latest "trickster" episode just fills me with whimsy

[mariasont]

Office Sleepover 2 - A.H

a/n: had sm fun writing this one yall

im so down bad for him ugh

masterlist

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part one here! part three here!

pairings: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: in which reader gets put on a hit-list and has to stay in the office (kind of based off when penelope got put on a hit-list by the dirty dozen)

warnings: 18+ MDNI, reader flashes hotch AGAIN, drinking on government property lmao, drunk reader, suggestive comments

wc: 3.2k

You were restless, to put it simply. Every conceivable activity within the BAU had been exhausted, and you had explored every nock and cranny of the office, leaving no corner untouched. At this point they should start paying you for tour guides because you'd be an expert.

You were bored, frankly, and lonely--the team had been on a case all week and you were stuck here. How Garcia managed was beyond you--the walls seemed to close in on you as stir craziness took hold. You kept busy with work, offering as much help as possible while staying put, but it really wasn't the same.

You missed the team, and a particular member's absence you felt just a tad more, though you wouldn't admit it. Thankfully, they were supposed to be back any second now. While Penelope had a special place in your heart, the thought of sitting through another round of her and Kevin's awkward flirting was almost too much to bear. Without Hotch to keep it in check, it was all the more excruciating.

"Bye, Kevin," you chimed in unison, your voices intertwining just as the door clicked shut behind him.

Once you were sure he wasn't coming back, you shot Pen a knowing glance, arching an eyebrow as you pointed one of her fuzzy pens at her.

"Ease up on the death stare, will ya?" Penelope chided, as she wheeled her chair back to her computers, her finger twirling towards you. "You get so broody when the boss man's gone."

You lobbed the pen in Penelope's direction. "No," you replied with a huff. "I get broody when the whole team leaves me behind."

"Gasp," Penelope declared, placing a hand over her heart. "Can you believe it? They're genuinely concerned for your well-being. The audacity!"

"Okay, but seriously, what's the bigger priority here--my life or my sanity? Because it's a fine line," you said with a shrug, pushing your chair back dramatically.

But, before the chair could gain any momentum, you found yourself abruptly against the wall, your head cushioned by an unexpected softness. Without a moment to comprehend, your chair was spun, your eyes growing impossibly wide as Hotch's belt appeared abruptly in your line of sight. You raised your eyes to meet his.

"Your life, I would wager," he said evenly, "but then again, I might be a little biased."

You sprang to your feet, too quickly, your foot catching, sending you lurching forward. Almost instantly, Hotch's hand was securing around your arm, preventing you from landing straight on your face.

"Oh, Hotch, sir, hi," you said, flustered and slightly disoriented. "I didn't realize you guys were back."

"We just got back," he said, his hand falling away from your arm, and you hated yourself for how you felt a subtle coolness that replaced the comforting heat of his touch. "Do you have those reports I asked for?"

"Oh, absolutely, they're ready at my desk," you assure. "I'll bring them to your office in a sec."

As he nods and exits, your scoop up your belongings from Penelope's desk, raising a finger. "Don't even say it, Pen."

You ignored the way she cackled as you left, moving to your desk to grab the needed papers. You attention was captured by Spencer and Emily standing by her desk. Without a second thought, you wrapped your arms around them both, pressing them against you.

"Ugh, I missed you guys so much."

They both laugh, their hands taking you in quickly as you lean against them.

Emily grins, ruffling your hair as she nudges you. "A week away and you're this clingy? We'll have the start weaning you off us, huh?"

"Don't tease," Spencer starts, his hand resting on your shoulder, "But out of curiosity, how many times did you check our desks while we were gone?"

"Too many times to count," you admit begrudgingly, a sheepish grin on your face. As you glance up, your eyes catch Hotch's through the glass pane. "Oops, almost forgot why I came down here."

Approaching Hotch's office, you tap on the door frame and enter. "Here ya go, sir." you offer, extending the documents toward him.

Your fingers lightly touch as he takes the papers, and for a moment, you're rooted to the spot, the brief contact sparking a surge of disarray in your senses. God, it's almost beyond belief that one man could have this kind of effect on you.

Hotch nods his acknowledgement. "Thanks," he murmurs. As you pivot to leave, he adds, "Could you sit down for a moment?"

You cast a teasing look over your shoulder. "I hope I'm not in trouble," you say. His expression doesn't change. "Wait, am I? Because that would definitely be enough to push me over the edge, sir."

"No, you're not in trouble," Hotch assures you. "I've received updates concerning your case."

You lowered yourself into the chair, hands perched in your lap, your eyes wide as you met his gaze. "Please tell me it's good news because I'm starting to forget what my own bed feels like."

"You've been here just over a week," Hotch states, matter-of-fact.

You blow out a breath, arms crossed over your chest. "Hotch, it's scary at night."

He clears his throat, "Anyway, it's good news. We've got a lead on the hitman, though it's not the all-clear you're wanting."

"Well, that's something at least," you concede with a nod. "But I don't get why I can't be involved in this investigation."

As Hotch opens his mouth, you jump in, deepening your voice to copy his. "Because you're too close to it."

He regards you steadily, clearly not amused.

"Yup, okay, I'm done, sorry, I'm leaving now," you relent, getting to your feet quickly and striding towards the door, but a hand beats you to it, closing it abruptly and effectively barricading you in.

With a quick turn, you ended up flush against the door, Hotch's hand resting against the wood just above your ear. You felt like you were short-circuiting, your eyes growing wide as they met his. He says your name, but it doesn't quite register--too engrossed in the heady scent of his cologne, the pressing warmth of his body, the nearness of his chest, so close that an inch's movement could mean a soft kiss to his neck. Not like that would be totally inappropriate or anything.

"What?"

"I said, I'm worried about you."

You wanted to kiss him, man, you really wanted to kiss him. You bit the inside of your cheek to refrain from doing so.

"Why?"

It was barely audible, more air than sound, not daring to disturb the space too much, afraid of him suddenly becoming aware of just how close he was.

"You're very quick to make light of things, to make jokes, but I'm asking you to be real with me here. What are you feeling?"

His hand left the door, settling on your shoulder, his thumb hovering just shy of the hollow of your neck. Unconsciously, you found yourself leaning into the gentle pressure.

"That sounded sarcastic, Hotch," you noted, your tongue briefly sweeping across your lips, which seemed to dry out as you talked. "You're not implying my jokes need work, are you?"

His lack of response and narrowing eyes made you cave.

"Okay, fine, Hotch. You want the truth? I'm scared, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? That I have nightmares every night? That I can't sleep?"

Your breaths came faster, teeth meshing tightly as you stared up at your boss. His hand found your cheek, his thumb sketching a path across your skin that ignited a trail of goosebumps over your whole body, making you hyper-aware of your every pore.

"What can I do to help?"

Stay with you, kiss you, fuck you--numerous thoughts ran raced through your thoughts, but none of them seemed wholly appropriate.

"N-Nothing, Hotch, really, I'm okay. It's not something that can be fixed, which is why I didn't say anything. Plus, everyone on this team has been through worse. I can handle it. I'm tougher than I look."

"I know you are, but I—," his words were cut short, a sudden knock at the door silencing him mid-sentence.

His hands fell away from you, but the sensation lingered, the heat of his touch seeming to brand you, marking where he had been. You ran a hand through your hair in an attempt regain some form of composure, just as he opened the door to reveal JJ.

Her eyes darted between the two of you, finally focusing on Hotch. "Sorry, guys, I have that footage from the press conference--is that what you needed?"

"Yes, right." Hotch nodded, pulling the door open further for her, then returning his attention to you, observing your flushed cheeks and uneven breath. "We'll continue this later, okay?"

"Yeah," you exhaled sharply before ducking out of the room.

You need to get a grip, or maybe a Xanax, probably both.

Once the office had emptied, leaving you alone, you sat pitifully on your bed. It was Friday, but there was not much cause for celebration when you were stuck here, surrounded by stale office air. You sprawled out on the mattress, tracing the patterns of the popcorn ceiling overhead. If someone didn't figure out this hitman situation, you were going to take him out yourself.

Not really, that would definitely be a death wish. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of muffled shuffling outside your door. Sitting up, you slid into your slippers and stepped out into the hallway.

"There she is!"

You snickered as Penelope extended her arms with jazz hands, while JJ and Emily lifted their arms to show off their wine stash. Gratefully grabbing a glass from Emily, you pulled them all into a group hug. "I can't help but feel like we're about to be the subject of a very specific memo from HR after this."

Giggles from JJ accompanied the wine pouring as you stepped back. "Hotch is surprisingly on board we this—encouraged it even. Can you believe it?"

Warmth dusted over your cheeks at the thought. You wanted to kiss him even more, if that was even possible.

"Trust me," Penelope insisted, shaking her head as she paused for a drink. "I wouldn't dare cross HR again. Once was more than enough."

You wanted to say you were a classy gal, confident in your ability to drink responsibly--it was only wine, after all, not Everclear. But as the night went on, your voice rose a decibel too high, your balance a bit unreliable, and your displays of affection way too unrestrained.

You were already a touchy person, ask any of your team members, but with a few drinks, you're giving high school sweethearts a run for their money in the PDA department.

Your arms were flung around JJ's neck, peppering her cheek with kisses as you sang along to whatever music Pen was playing in between smooches. JJ was laughing, tilting backward on her heels, nearly knocking you both over.

"I love you guys. So so much." you said, each word stretched and muddled as you reached out to Penelope, who happily linked her fingers with yours.

"You are so drunk!" Emily accused, her palms squishing your face as she chuckled.

"'M not," you protested, words stifled by compressed cheeks.

She freed your face to grab more wine, Penelope not far behind, as you situated yourself on your desk chair.

"You know who I also love?" you questioned to no one in particular as you slid your phone out of your back pocket. "Morgan, Reid, Dave, and--,"

You paused, your nose crinkling as you bit down hard on your tongue.

"And?" Penelope pressed, brows raised as she looked at you expectedly.

"Hmm?" You hummed innocently, blowing a kiss her way as you shrugged off her question. "I'm gonna call Morgan."

Your eyes darted down to your phone, only to find the room swirling like a carousel. It took a heartbeat to register--someone's voice was already coming from the speaker.

"Hello? Morgan? How'd you know I was going to call you?"

"It's Hotch."

Your eyes grew comically large, a hand flying over your mouth, smothering the laughter that threatened to fall. "Hotch! It is so late! Why are you calling me?"

You shushed the group with a finger to your lips, the girls' curious eyes on you as JJ practically crawled towards you to eavesdrop.

"You called me." He paused. "Are you okay?"

"Hotch," his name was more of a whine than anything as you tossed your head back. "I'm fine, like, the definition of A-Okay. I'm with my friends and we're all kinds of okay."

You shot Emily a thumbs up.

"Good. Okay." Another pause. "Maybe drink some water, yeah? No more wine."

You gasped. "Agent Hotchner, I am a federal agent of the government. I know when I should be cut off."

"Oh, my god, get her off the phone."

You don't know who said it, but it sent you spiraling into another round of giggles, the phone slipping through your fingers while JJ pounced on it.

"Hey!"

She held up a hand, keeping the device just out of reach.

"Yeah, she's pretty drunk." JJ said, then frowned. "Hotch, listen she's more of a lightweight than we realized." You slumped against the chair. "Yes, sir. Goodnight, sir."

JJ ended the call and placed it back into your hands. "I cannot wait until you remember this in the morning," she sang, before casting a glance to the others. "Also, a heads-up--Will's almost here."

"No!" It came out louder than intended, almost a shout, as you stood, sending Spencer's pens tumbling. "Whoopsie." You latched onto Penelope, murmuring, "Stay here, don't leave me."

Penelope's laughter rang out, her hands cradling your head. "Worry not, I've set the security guy straight--if you get even a scratch, I'll make him regret the day he was born."

"See, this is why you're my favorite," you whispered.

"Heard that."

Will eventually texted JJ, letting her know he had arrived. As the they waited by the elevator, the doors slid open to reveal Hotch standing there. A squeal escaped you, matched by his single raised eyebrow surveying your condition.

Your cheeks were painted a rosy tint, hair in a delightful tangle, and your shirt hanging askew off your shoulder--you were an adorable spectacle of disorder, and he found himself suppressing the small smile that threatened to reveal his amusement as the other girls filed into the elevator.

He had made them promise not to leave until he got there, not keen on the idea of you being left alone like this. It might have been an exaggeration, but when you butt dialed him and he heard the sound of your slurred speech it had him envisioning all sorts of worst-case scenarios. Sure, he had seen you drink during team nights out, but nothing like this.

"Hotch!" You shouted, moving to him with a rapidity that might be, well definitely, was ill-advised.

He stood motionless as you looped your arms around his neck. You smelled so nice--a sweet hint of vanilla instead of the anticipated alcohol. After a brief hesitation, his hands slowly found their way to your waist.

"What are you doing here, silly?" You ask, pulling back just enough to see his face. "Wait a second, please don't say we have a case."

A subtle smile played on his face, his hand not budging from your back. "No, there's no case."

"Oh, good," you murmured, your head bobbing lightly in approval. The light touch of your fingers at the base of his neck spread a warmth through him. "You want a drink? I think there's still some wine left."

"No, I'm fine," he said, clearing his throat and taking a step back. "I think you need to get to bed."

Your hands lingered at his neck, softly exploring his hair as you looked up with a smile that made his pulse race unexpectedly.

"Is that an order as my boss or a suggestion as my friend?"

He raised his brow. "Both?"

"Well, okay," you shrugged as you took a step back. "Wanna see my room? I don't think you've seen it yet. Everyone else has."

Without giving him a chance to object, you dashed down the hallway. He trailed behind with reluctance, knowing just how dangerous this could be for him. He was all too aware that he shouldn't be here, let alone in your room in your current, wine-fueled state.

You fumbled for the light, fingers slipping before finding the switch as you stumbled into the cramped room. It was pink. Very pink. The pullout couch was lost beneath a mountain of pillows, excessive by any standard. Your closet was bursting, and a collection of gadgets and gizmos had overtaken the room, but he liked it, a lot.

Your collapse onto the bed sent pillows scattering to the floor, his mind wandered about the unseen details of your bedroom at home, and even more so, the thought of what a shared space between you two might look like.

A sigh escaped him as he stood over you. "How about changing into your pajamas first, hm?"

"No thank you."

"You're going to hate yourself if you wake up in jeans tomorrow."

"Fine." You pouted, propping yourself up on your elbows. "Top right drawer please."

He shot you a look but obliged anyway. There was something about that puckered out bottom lip that made him think he'd do just about anything you asked, like he was putty in your hands. Pulling out the most conservative pair of pajamas from the sparse selection, he made a mental note to ask about that later.

"Thank you," you said with a smile. He really liked your smile. "You know, you're really such a nice person, Hotch. Or—Can I call you Aaron? Just tonight?"

He felt a sudden emptiness in his chest as the air was knocked out. "You can call me Aaron. Just tonight."

A high-pitched squeal escaped you as you began shedding your clothes. He offered a stifled cough, quickly averting his gaze and nudging the door closed with his free hand.

"Well, Aaron," you said plainly, "I really like you."

The effort it took for him not to pivot on his heel was immense, particularly when your voice sweetened like honey at the mention of his name.

"You're a great boss."

"I like you too, Agent."

"No, you don't, well, I mean—you can turn around now," you said. "You like me, but I really like you. It's not the same."

As he turned to face you, he could sense his cock twitching in his pants, a physical reaction to the sight of you fumbling with your shirt, your tits exposed in full view, as if begging to be touched.

"Christ," he hissed, gripping the ends of your shirt and yanking down. He was sure you were going to hate yourself in the morning. "You're not making sense, and I think you need to sleep it off."

"Yeah," you replied, your eyes warmly meeting his as you gave him a lopsided smile. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen you in such casual clothes, Aaron. You look very handsome."

He needed to get you to bed before he did something he'd regret. He softly nudged your shoulders backward, offering no verbal response. You surrendered to the motion with complaint, your remaining strength insufficient for anything else.

Softly, he settled to blankets around you, taking a moment to study you, with the intention of memorizing you completely (even the part of you that was far too drunk).

"Goodnight, Aaron."

He summoned all his restraint to keep from crashing his lips into yours. He smoothed back your hair, allowing himself that as he shot you a tired smile. "Goodnight."

He hadn't even touched the doorknob when your plea reached his ears. "Aaron, I—, will you stay with me?"

And who was he to deny you anything?

next part!

taglist: @chronicallybubbly

[captainsamuelmorrigan]

Poolverine NSFW [mentions & talking about sex acts]

Logan isn't exactly 'secretive' about his sex life. He just thinks everyone is a little too blasé about revealing details about their private life. Call him old-fashioned, but he is perfectly happy to keep his experiences between him and his lovers.

Of course, Wade has to poke the bear, or rather, the Wolverine. He's desperate to know what over 200 years of trudging through the world as a hunka-hunka burning love produces in the bumping uglies department. What kind of kinky shenanigans could a mutant Edward Scissorhands get up to? And that healing factor? That meant all-nighters to him.

"Peanut, have you ever heard of 'pegging?'" Wade leans over the couch, encroaching Logan's personal space in a way that would be concerning if Althea hadn't made a rule about drawing blood in the tiny apartment.

Logan nods, not looking up from his book. "Yeah."

Wade fist pumps. "Someone in some universe owes someone five bucks for that one. Hell yeah, feminist king. Have you ever tried it?"

"Why do you care?" He licks his finger before turning to the next page.

"I'm curious like a cat, Wolvie-bear. Except satisfaction has nothing to do with me coming back. Who was the lucky girl?"

"I'm going to stop talking now. I suggest you do too." Logan remarks with a flash of his middle claw.

Several days pass before Wade brings up something like that again. Waltzing into Logan's room, an interdimensional add-on that was part of the perks from the TVA.

"So, Babygirl, do you pitch or catch?" Wade mimes the baseball gestures. "Are you more of a gun or a holster? Gifted or receiver? One or a zer-"

"Depends on the person."

"Ooooh~, look at you using gender-neutral language. What makes you decide?"

Logan closes his laptop with a sigh. "Bub, listen, I really don't talk about this stuff with people I'm not sleeping with. It's nothing personal, I just really prefer not to get a reputation."

"So if I blow you, I can ask about the past of the X Mansion pass around party bottom? Deal." Wade starts in on Logan dramatically.

"I'm not that easy, Bub. We may have had some moments in the car, but I'm not a cheap date. You haven't even told me about your past."

"I've joked about Scout Master Kevin many times!" Wade flops onto the bed, jostling Logan a bit.

"That shit doesn't count, and you know it. You haven't mentioned anything to me that wasn't horribly traumatic. I'm starting to think you don't even like sex." He teases lightly.

Wade shouts. "How dare you! Vanessa and I had a great sex life." He drives his pointer finger into Logan's chest.

Logan bats it away, rolling his eyes. "I never hear about it."

"Well, that's..."

He looks at Wade, meeting his eyes. "Bub, I'm perfectly happy to talk about this kind of thing, but I need you to start taking it seriously. I'm not entirely sure you have taken anything seriously, but I'd like to know what you're into in a way that isn't you joking about mortal wounds giving you a stiffy."

"That one is only half a joke." Wade mumbles, smiling nervously at him.

"After the Honda, I know, Bub."

They begin to have more serious conversations over the next few weeks. Wade opens up about some of the things he's done, with Vanessa, past girls, and even a few guys. It takes a while of Wade being vulnerable, for real this time, but eventually, he starts to get some information out of the Wolverine.

Wade sidles up to Logan on the couch. "Okay, so, who introduced you to pegging? I have to know? I told you about Vanessa wanting to try it out." He waits with baited breath, hoping he's done enough to earn Logan's trust on this.

Logan raises an eyebrow. "Clarification, are we talking strictly about a cis woman using a prosthetic, or are we including trans women using their own?"

"Great question, let's say the store-bought kind."

"I think I heard about it from a couple of bra-burning girls in the 70s? Tried it out with one of them, probably around 78'. It was pretty okay. I think it got a lot better around the early aughts."

"And Jean?"

"Oh, you wanted specifics? Not there yet, Bub." He pats Wade's leg before getting up to go to the kitchen. His hips swinging just a bit more to add a sassy emphasis.

"Logie-bear! Wolvie! Peanut! C'moooonn!! I've been a good boy!" He begs.

Wade begins to plan date nights. Logan said he wasn't a cheap date, so Wade's going to make sure he feels respected. Wade even breaks out the second-cheapest wine from the nearest liquor store. The good stuff. He makes a full meal twice a week. He even brings home some yellow roses for Logan.

One night, over dressed-up ramen, Logan looks at Wade with something hungry in his eyes.

"Jean used to peg me while Scott watched. It was a whole thing."

"You're fucking kidding."

"Nah, I'd take it, then he'd take it from both of us. Plus, with Jean's powers..." He whistles. "We'd all feel what the others were feeling. It was some of the best sex I've ever had."

Wade barks out a laugh, shaking his head. "Are the rumors true? Were you really doing everyone on the team?"

Logan smirks. "Well, there were teenagers on the team, so obviously not everyone, but it was a pretty good possibility if they liked men."

Wade squeals like a teenage girl, lightly kicking his feet before leaning in closer. "And what about Ororo? That must've been crazy."

Logan shrugged. "She didn't like having her private life gossiped about, so we're gonna skip that one, Bub."

Wade nods. "Kurt? Hank? Anyone else?"

Logan thinks for a moment. "Kurt was a bit young for me. Hank was a little stuck up, but if we both had a few drinks in us, he was likely to want some action. They all..." He pauses, that deep frown that furrowed his fuzzy brow taking over his expression, something internally catching his attention. "Well, y'know."

Wade's shoulders sag as the weight of the loss that this Logan had suffered pulled at him. "Oh man, Logan, I'm so sorry."

Logan shakes his head, getting up to go to the kitchen and grabbing a beer, ending that conversation. He stays quiet, with that far away look in his eye. He goes to bed early. Wade worries late into the night. If he still had hair, he swears most of it would've been pulled out by morning.

The next day, Wade makes breakfast. Plenty of greasy sausage, just like they both liked it. Eggs were placed in such a way that the sausage smiled up at a groggy Wolverine. "Morning Sunshine, the Earth says, 'Hello!'"

Logan hums in acknowledgment.

"I was thinking about our conversation from last night." Wade worries the hem on his 'Suck the Chef' apron between his fingers. "I... I'm sorry if I brought up anything too painful. Really, I am. We don't have to talk about your sex life anymore if you don't want to."

"That wasn't your fault." Logan puts his silverware down, wiping his mouth before looking up at Wade. "I wanted to tell you."

"You said you didn't usually talk about your sex life to people you weren't bumpin-"

"If you call it 'bumping uglies' one more time, I'm going to break Althea's 'no blood' rule, I swear to God." He flashes his slowly protruding claws at Wade.

"Noted. My point is, we're not doing anything physical, though. You said you only talked about that with people you were physical with."

Logan shrugs. "I was planning on being physical with you. I just got cold feet when I realized that would've been the first time with someone I cared about since the X-Men."

Wade slides into the chair next to Logan. "Peanut... yeah, that totally makes sense. Besides some really poor choices, you would've been my first since Vanessa."

Logan sighs. "A breakup ain't the same as dyin, Bub."

"No, not at all. I'm just saying that that was still a raw spot for me. You waited until I was ready to talk about it, and you were patient. Even though you've got the most rockin' bod I've ever seen, I'm not trying to jump your bones if you're not into it too, Wolvie. We could just be roommates forever, and that's fine." He puts his hand on Logan's shoulder.

Logan huffs out a laugh. "I'm certainly not saying never. I've got needs, Mouth."

Wade pulls his apron off his lap a bit to hide his rapidly growing erection. He squeaks out a "That's fine too," before fist pumping once again. "Also, calling me 'Mouth?' You're gonna have to do that again once sexy things have started."

Logan laughs. "It's a date."

[misseviehyde]

59 MINUTES

I'd been wearing the magic piercing for exactly 57 minutes. It was time to take it out... and yet here I sat, watching my sisters boyfriend pump his cock and get it ready for me to suck with only one thought in my head.

To suck that big dick like the slut I was.

My research had shown that it was entirely safe to wear the magic piercing for under an hour... but exceed that time and you would be permanently transformed by its power - staying female even if you took it out.

The piercing bent reality. Whilst I wore it I was no longer Kevin... I was Kendal. As far as everyone was concerned there had always been two girls in the family. My well behaved older sister Molly, and me... the black sheep of the family.

My manicured fingers itched as I raised them to my plump pink lips. My tight pussy was wet and my nipples were hard as I watched Chad approach with his rock hard cock grasped between his manly hands.

"I know you want this Kendal. You've been teasing me like a naughty slut since we first met. You know you're hotter than your sister, I wanna pound you so bad. I want you to suck my dick."

I giggled and smiled. It felt good to be a slutty irresistible cocktease. My sister Molly was dating a guy far too hot for her. It wasn't my fault I was more attractive than her. It wasn't my fault I was BETTER.

My eyes flickered to the clock on the wall. I was nearly out of time. I had to remove the piercing now or I'd be stuck this way forever. All I had to do was unhook it quickly and I'd turn back into Kevin.

I giggled at the thought of a confused looking Chad standing with his dick out in front of his girlfriends nerdy brother and wondering how he had gotten there. I could always put the piercing back in later and have another hour as Kendal. There was nothing to stop me using repeated sessions to get what I wanted.

But what did I want? I glanced down at my new body. My new sexy body.

Tanned sexy bronzed legs, pedicured toes, smooth skin and a tight shaved pussy. My body smelt of perfume, my hair was long and sexy and my face sculpted and improved by makeup. Best of all on my chest were my boy-killers. Two firm rounded breasts squeezed into sexy white lingerie. Right now Chad's gaze was locked onto my tits. My boobs owned him. It felt so fucking good to be a bitch.

But 58 minutes had now passed. I was almost out of time. Permanently.

59 minutes. It was now or never. My hand went to my navel. I just had to unhook the pin and pull the piercing free. I didn't have to be trapped as Kendal.

I tried to think about the life I was throwing away, but all I could think about was how my ass was so round and slappable. How good it would feel to get bent over and pumped. I was so pretty and fuckable right now, who could say no? My tight pussy was just aching to get stretched out and I wanted to have unprotected dirty sex with hot boys as much as I could. I wanted to try anal too. Having it be Molly's boyfriend was just the icing on the cake.

I looked so feminine and it felt so nice to be girly. Cute earrings shone in my ears and my belly button twinkled with the magic piercing. I looked so slutty, what red blooded male could resist me?

Chad was close now. I could see the precum glistening on the tip of his cock. He was desperate for me. My mouth salivated at the scent of cum, I wanted it.

But time was running out.

I left the piercing where it was and reached out to grab Chad's cock. My white manicured nails looked so hot wrapped round his dick. I began guiding it to my mouth. My lips were ready to suck. My body was eager.

Once I was a boy again I'd probably be relieved. I'd have my friends and my life back. Kendal would just be a dirty dream. Perhaps I'd wear the piercing again... but I wouldn't be trapped this way. I didn't need to let her win.

Fuck that. Bad girls ALWAYS win.

BEEP BEEP. BEEP BEEP.

"What's that alarm?" asked Chad as my phone hit an hour and the alarm went off.

"Don't worry about that it doesn't matter anymore," I grinned. The piercing in my belly suddenly felt more permanent. I realised this was now my new body forever. I was Kendal now and there was no going back. I was so fucking happy to be stuck this way I couldn't even describe it. Being a slut felt great.

"All that matters is that you fuck me before my sister gets home."

I slid my pink lips around Chad's cock and began to suck...

Mmmmh, this wasn't going to take 59 minutes, not if I had anything to do with it.

THE END

[acesofspadess]

Matching Festivities 🎄

12 days of Mix-Mas // Day 4

Oscar Piastri x reader

summary: You and and Oscar were supposed to be having a cosy night in, Oscar had some different plans in his mind...

warnings: slight dom/sub dynamics, lingerie?, smut-ish, swearing,

The scent of cinnamon and nutmeg filled the living room, mingling with the rich aroma of hot cocoa. Twinkling Christmas lights adorned the walls, casting a soft, festive glow over the cozy space. The crackling fireplace completed the picture-perfect holiday ambiance.

Oscar was meticulously arranging the snack platter on the coffee table, his brows furrowed in concentration. "Do we think gingerbread cookies and popcorn are a weird mix, or are we just leaning into the chaos of Christmas?" he asked, tilting his head as he studied the arrangement.

You laughed from your spot on the couch, where you were nestled under a mound of soft blankets. "We’re absolutely leaning into the chaos. Besides, no one’s going to complain about cookies and popcorn."

Oscar grinned, his dimples making an appearance as he brought the tray over and placed it in front of you. "You’re right. It's festive anarchy or nothing tonight."

The two of you had planned this night for weeks—a Christmas movie marathon, complete with matching pajamas, endless snacks, and mugs of hot cocoa topped with far too much whipped cream. It was Oscar’s idea to make it a "classic Christmas extravaganza," and he’d spent hours curating the perfect lineup of movies.

"Okay, first up, we have the undisputed champion of Christmas movies: Home Alone. Thoughts? Concerns?"

"Zero concerns. It’s a masterpiece," you said, adjusting the blanket so he could slide in beside you. "But if we’re starting with Home Alone, we’re definitely following it with Elf."

Oscar chuckled as he grabbed the remote. "Naturally. Kevin McCallister and Buddy the Elf would want it that way."

As the opening credits of Home Alone played, you settled in against Oscar’s side, his arm draping casually around your shoulders. The warmth of the fire, the soft hum of holiday music in the background, and the sound of Oscar’s occasional commentary made everything feel perfect.

"Okay, but seriously, why didn’t the parents count the kids before getting on the plane? Rookie move," Oscar said, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

"Because the plot needed them to mess up, obviously," you replied, tossing a piece of popcorn at him. "Also, let’s not pretend you wouldn’t panic and forget something if we were late for a flight."

He caught the popcorn effortlessly and popped it into his mouth, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I’d forget something, sure. But not you."

The cheesy line earned him a playful nudge, and he laughed, pulling you closer. The movie continued, punctuated by your shared laughter and occasional debates over the logistics of Kevin’s traps.

As the credits rolled and the screen faded to black, Oscar shifted beside you, reaching for the remote to queue up Elf. But instead of starting the next movie, he hesitated, his expression suddenly more thoughtful.

You raised an eyebrow. "What’s that face?"

"What face?"

"The one you’re making right now. You look like you’re either about to confess to a crime or ask me something ridiculous."

He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Okay, maybe not a crime. But... I did have a little something extra planned for tonight."

Curiosity piqued, you sat up a bit straighter. "Extra? Like what?"

Oscar stood, his movements slightly awkward as he made his way over to the small pile of wrapped presents under the tree. He picked up a gift bag that you hadn’t noticed before and turned back to you, a sheepish smile on his face.

"So, you know how we said we’d go all out for the holiday spirit?" he began, his tone light but his eyes flickering with something unreadable.

You nodded slowly, intrigued. "Yeah..."

"Well, I might have taken it... a step further," he said, handing you the bag. "Open it."

Your fingers brushed against the festive tissue paper as you pulled it aside, revealing something soft and lacy inside. Your cheeks warmed as you realized what it was—a matching set of Christmas-themed lingerie in a deep red hue, complete with delicate white trim.

You looked up at Oscar, your eyes wide. "You did not."

He grinned, his confidence returning now that the reveal was out in the open. "I absolutely did. And before you say anything, there’s a second set in there. For me."

At that, you couldn’t help but burst into laughter. "You bought matching festive lingerie? For both of us?"

"It’s called commitment to the bit," he said, crossing his arms and trying to look serious. "Also, I think it’s very on-brand for us."

You shook your head, still laughing as you pulled out the second set. Sure enough, it was a more masculine version of the same design, complete with red satin and white trim. The idea of Oscar in something so absurdly festive was both hilarious and unexpectedly... appealing.

"This is possibly the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever done," you said, holding up the lingerie.

"Ridiculous, or genius?" he countered, his tone playful as he leaned against the back of the couch. "Come on, it’ll be fun. Think of it as a new holiday tradition."

You bit your lip, torn between teasing him mercilessly and indulging in the spontaneity of it all. "You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?"

"Dead serious," he said, his eyes gleaming with challenge. "But if you’re too chicken to wear yours..."

That did it. You weren’t about to back down from a challenge, especially not one from Oscar. "Oh, I’m wearing mine. But you better put yours on too, or this whole thing is off."

His grin widened. "Deal."

A few minutes later, you were both back in the living room, each dressed in your respective sets. The sight of Oscar in his matching lingerie was enough to send you into another fit of laughter, but he didn’t let you dwell on it for long. His smirk deepened as he stepped closer, his presence commanding in a way that made your breath hitch.

"What’s the verdict?" he asked, his voice dropping into a lower register as his fingers grazed the curve of your waist. "Do I look festive enough for you?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat as his hands slid up, his touch both gentle and firm. "I—yeah. Definitely festive."

""Good," he murmured, his lips twitching with satisfaction. "Because you’re absolutely stunning." His eyes raked over you, the heat in his gaze making your cheeks flush as you felt his approval wash over you like a warm wave. "Turn around for me."

You hesitated for only a moment, your heart fluttering under his focused attention. The weight of his command wasn’t oppressive; it was magnetic, drawing you to comply. Slowly, you turned, acutely aware of the way his eyes followed every movement. When his hands found the delicate fabric at your hips, they didn’t merely touch—they claimed. The warmth of his palms was grounding, a stark contrast to the fluttering excitement in your chest.

When you finally faced him again, his expression had shifted completely. There was no teasing glint in his eyes, only a raw, unfiltered intensity that made you feel both exposed and cherished.

"I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look this beautiful," he said softly, his voice steady but laced with something deeper, almost reverent. He stepped closer, his hands sliding up to cradle your face, his touch firm yet tender, leaving no doubt as to who held the reins in this moment. "And the fact that you let me talk you into this? You’re perfect."

You parted your lips to respond, but he didn’t give you the chance. His mouth claimed yours in a kiss that wasn’t just passionate—it was purposeful. The force of it stole your breath, and when his hands moved to hold you firmly against him, you melted into the connection.

The softness of the lace and satin you wore was a delicate counterpoint to the insistence of his grip. Every movement he made was deliberate, calculated, a reminder that he was utterly in control. You could feel it in the way his hands guided you, in the way his lips moved against yours—there was no hesitation, no doubt. Just him, leading, and you willingly following.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and his thumb brushed over your flushed cheek in a gesture that felt both grounding and possessive. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice rough yet tender, each word carrying the weight of his devotion.

Your hands gripped his shoulders, clinging to him as you tried to steady your breathing. "Merry Christmas, Oscar," you managed, your voice soft but steady, carried by the warmth radiating between you.

The movie still played on in the background, a faint reminder of the festive evening you’d planned. But it no longer mattered. The world outside faded as his lips found yours again, this time slower, savoring, as if he had all the time in the world to show you exactly what you meant to him. His hands guided you back onto the couch, his weight pressing you into the cushions with a confidence that made your pulse quicken.

Every kiss, every touch, every deliberate move spoke of his control, his assurance, and his desire to make this moment entirely yours—and his. Tonight, you weren’t just a part of his Christmas celebration. You were the celebration, and he was determined to make you feel it in every breathless second.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his thumb brushing over your flushed cheek. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice rough yet tender.

Your hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping him as you caught your breath. "Merry Christmas, Oscar."

The movie played on in the background, forgotten as he kissed you again, this time slower, more deliberate. His hands guided you back onto the couch, his weight pressing you into the cushions as the world outside faded away. Tonight, nothing mattered but him—and the way he made you feel utterly, completely his.

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

yin & yang pt. 4

Pairing: Ben Tennyson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3.7k words

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

Summary: You were an unlikely pair, everyone could see that. But what happens when you get a glimpse into a future where your differences were too much for you to bear?

A/N: Once again just a silly little self-indulgent fic. Hope you enjoy!

Ben groaned in boredom, laying his face against the dirty tables outside Mr. Smoothie. Not even the smoothie, cheekily titled banana-fantana, was able to cheer him up like Gwen had been hoping.

"What's up with you?" Kevin asked, drinking his soda that he got from a nearby vending machine, after he had refused a smoothie four times.

"I miss (Y/N)." He mumbled, pouting.

They shared a glance over his head. Gwen ushered for Kevin to speak but he shook his head adamantly, mouthing that he wanted no part in this and crossing his arms.

Gwen glared at him.

"Speaking of (Y/N)—" Kevin began, all too quickly.

Ben finally raised his head from the table to look at Kevin and his friend bit his tongue, turning back to Gwen with wide eyes and beckoning her to speak.

"Uh, it's not that we don't like (Y/N)—we do! She's a great addition to the team and a good friend even—and um, Kevin?"

The man in question gave her a wicked glare before Ben turned to him and the murderous expression on his face was wiped away, "Gwen's just concerned that you might be—how did she put it—'acting like a lovesick fool'."

The look he got from Gwen was in stark contrast to the pig-headed grin he was bearing.

"What are you talking about?"

Gwen finally sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder, "We all know that you have this crush on (Y/N) but—and I mean this in the nicest way possible—but don't you think it's time that you start, you know, trying to get over her?"

He raised a brow, "Why on earth would I do that?"

"It's nice that you like her so much, but you know what (Y/N)'s like; she's driven and focused and her career as a Proctor is the most important thing to her—not that that's a bad thing! It's just—well—someone like that doesn't really seem like the type to date or be into relationships, you know?"

"That's not all what she's about. I know it doesn't seem like it but she's actually really sensitive and sweet."

They shared another glance, unconvinced.

"Guys, I'm serious! We have something between us!" He defended, unconsciously clenching his fist, and crushing the half-full smoothie cup in his hand.

Gwen let out an irate sigh.

Growing up, she had only heard of how smart she was from everyone surrounding her—her parents, her grandfather, even Ben—and yet whenever she tried to explain something to people, they tended not to listen.

If only Ben would listen to her now, he'd be able to avoid so much pain in the future. Whenever she tried to gently nudge him, he'd never listen so this time she took a more direct approach and yet, he still wasn't listening.

"Ben, please. I can tell that you're actually falling for her but honestly, where do you even see this going? Do you actually believe that you're going to get married and have kids or something like that?"

"Gwen, I'm just sixteen, it's way too soon to be worrying about something like that!"

"So, you're just going to date her until it becomes a problem?"

Ben rolled his eyes, standing from the table, "How about you mind your own business and keep your nose out of my relationship. I don't have to sit here and convince you of anything."

Kevin watched him walk away before letting out a low whistle, ignoring his girlfriend's glare, "I told you that was a bad idea."

***

Ben kept a single hand on the wheel as he drove the two of you over the museum, where you were supposed to meet Gwen and Kevin for a mission. You had long stopped reprimanding him for not driving with both hands since he began throwing tantrums and claiming he couldn't focus if your fingers weren't intertwined with his free one.

The roads were empty at this time of night anyway.

"Hey, did Gwen talk to you about anything? Me, specifically?" Ben brought up and you immediately picked up on the slight squeeze of his hand in yours but didn't comment on it.

"Not lately, no. Is something wrong?"

Ben let out a relieved sigh, "Nope, nothing at all."

You raised a brow at this, staring at him with suspicious eyes. He eventually caught on to your prying gaze and immediately attempted to change the topic, pretending like you didn't notice his futile attempts to do so.

"That's a pretty necklace, where'd you get it?"

You rolled your eyes, watching as a cheeky grin grew on his face at your response. He was not hiding his giddiness very well, but how could he? You, his beautiful girlfriend, whom his cousin said was a monotonous emotionless dead-end (she didn't actually say this, but Ben was offended all the same), was wearing the necklace that he had gifted her.

It was fairly simple, a thin chain with a small pendant with a gemstone. He knew you wouldn't wear something that was flashy or too gaudy, so he settled for something he knew you'd like.

And the sight of you wearing the necklace even though you usually insisted that any accessories that weren't a part of the uniform could sometimes hinder the mission was completely worth the hours of time spent staring at different necklaces that all looked the same and troubling his mother for advice until she hurled a wet sponge at his head.

***

When he was responding to the distress signal on his Omnitrix at the museum, Ben wasn't expecting to get attacked by a bunch of ninja that seemed to appear out of nowhere before disappearing into thin air.

You stared at the green tablet in the crate as you wondered just where you had seen the artifact before.

"It's the Hands of Armageddon." You explained, going through your database quickly to pull up all the information the plumbers had on it, "It's an artifact that was secured by the plumbers more than 2 centuries ago. It's said to be a crosstime gateway created by the Chronians, but we have yet to prove that. It's virtually indestructible though. The Plumbers have had multiple attempts and they all resulted in mass disasters."

You turned to Gwen, "The vision you saw was probably an alternate dimension—"

"Right as always, young (Y/N)."

Before the flash of light behind you could even disappear, you were pointing a gun at it, only lowering it when you saw Paradox emerge through the blinding light, accompanied by someone you'd never met before and yet, still recognized.

"Who's your friend?"

Ben stared at him with apprehension before realization struck him, "Are you?"

The man responded with a startlingly deep voice, "That's right, Ben, I'm you—only even more awesome."

You were hardly surprised, the man before you was a splitting image of your boyfriend and you averted your gaze to hide the oncoming heat to your cheeks at the sight of his beard and his stronger build. He certainly grew up nicely.

Ben 10k and Professor Paradox didn't waste any time and began to explain just what problems the group of you had somehow managed to get stuck in once again. As the four of you heard their explanations, you heard a slight sound coming from the back of the museum.

"Shh."

Ben 10k raised a brow at you, opening his mouth to say something when you shushed him again, with a fierce glare this time. It was only a second more before you were swerving around to point your gun at another intruder, a woman this time, who was pointing her own gun at you.

Your mouth dropped open in shock, faced with an older version of yourself.

She looked like you, that much was obvious, but she was also different, much more womanly than you were, with more rounded curves and a more matured face.

Recognizing her younger self, the you from the future lowered her own gun and placed it back into her holster, taking a look around the room and registering just how many faces were there.

"What the hell is she doing here?!"

She raised a brow at him, lips pursed in annoyance, "Excuse me?"

Paradox sighed, "I apologize for this, Ben, but this involves her future as well."

He gritted his teeth in fury, rolling his eyes, "That's just great."

You spared a glance at your boyfriend, whose face had fallen so far it looked like he had just had his heart broken.

Gwen sighed, whispering something that had only been audible, to him and you watched as his face fell deeper, "I tried to warn you, Ben."

***

Professor Paradox was one of the most infuriating people in the entire universe. You had gathered as much since the first time you had the displeasure of meeting him, but he seemed intent on reminding you exactly why you disliked him.

He spoke in riddles, appeared and disappeared as he pleased, never made any sense but expected everyone to listen to him with no explanation whatsoever.

And so, it didn't help your opinion of him when the cargo hull of the jet began rumbling, signalling intruders, that he was all too quick to disappear without bothering to help fight them.

You cursed out his mother in your head as he vanished within a flash of light, pocket-watch in hand and a quippy remark on his lips.

The ninjas began appearing out of nowhere and despite there being the five of you, you were confined to a small space, and they multiplied like pests until the whole hull was full of them. It obviously didn't help that Ben 10k chose then to transform into humungousaur, taking up the remaining of what little space you had.

You didn't even have enough time to come up with a good strategy before you were being attacked with multiple opponents at the same time. It didn't take much to disarm one of them, now using their own swords to attack them.

There were too many and they just kept appearing. Your eyes bounced around the room, trying to figure out how to get the upper hand in such a cramped space.

Your older self, having the same idea, sprinted across the room, disarming as many soldiers around her as she could. Although, there was something odd about the way she moved.

She was at the same strength level as you were. After 20 years, shouldn't she be more adept than you were? Ben was capable of using his arsenal of powers without even transforming into any aliens, but she didn't display any remarkable feat of strength.

It was almost as though she wasn't able to. An injury perhaps? Maybe she was still recovering? You bit your lip, slashing the sword through another ninja. If you could find out what caused it, maybe you could prevent it from happening to you.

"Stay out of this, (Y/N)!" Ben 10k snarled, voice booming through the room and causing slight vibrations in the metal due to his size.

You paused for a second, sharing a glance with your boyfriend, who seemed equally surprised. Your future self, unbothered, continued to stampede through the other opponents until she reached the switch to the hangar and flipped it open.

Immediately the hangar opened, and you braced yourself, holding onto Ben's car that had been strapped down. Ben had the same idea, holding onto the handles and pressing his front against your back, making sure you were both anchored down.

The ninjas flew out of the jet, the vacuum of wind deeming too much for them and you watched them disappear, one by one, as they capsized through the air before the hangar door finally closed again.

"What the hell were you thinking?! That was so incredibly reckless—"

"Stop talking to her like that!" Your Ben interrupted his future self, wedging himself in between your future counterparts and glaring at him, "You're acting like an ass instead of apologizing! If I were you, I'd be on my knees begging for her to take me back!"

"Take me back? What are you—We're not broken up!"

Ben's eyes widened at this before he turned to your future self, "And you'd stay with someone who'd treat you like that?"

The woman in question sighed, placing a soothing hand on his shoulder, "Try not to be too upset, Ben. He's not usually like this. He's just mad—"

"I'm not mad at (Y/N)." Ben 10k argued, crossing his arms and everyone raised a brow, they clearly didn't believe him. Your future self merely gave him a blank stare before he caved.

"Alright fine, I'm mad at you." Hardly a surprise, "Need I remind you that we just left our son all alone at our home that was just attacked by a bunch of ninjas?"

Ben's jaw dropped open hearing that. Our son? He had a son? With the love of his life no less? This whole time he thought that there was nothing but disappointment and heartbreak for your future together but now he's finding out that he had a family with the girl he was in love with?

Funny that it was only this morning he was claiming that he was too young to be thinking of such things and yet, the thought had his heart swelling.

"I checked on him before we left, no one even made it to the hallway outside his room. Besides, when we go back, we'll be taken to the exact moment we left, not even a fraction of a second later. Kenny will be fine."

"It would be nice if you could show some concern at least." He huffed, "You're not even worried about the fact that we just left our newborn alone. All you're thinking about is this mission and you're putting yourself at risk."

Future you rolled her eyes, sighing as she took a seat on ship, "Here we go again."

"Oh, forgive me for worrying about my wife. Where do I get the audacity?" Her husband shot a glare at her.

Gwen's eyes flitted between the two of them, only able to see the similarities between their relationship in the future and also in the present. Her cousin apparently got married and started a family with the girl she didn't think was good enough for him.

Would Ben still not be able to see what a mistake he's making, even after a decade? Or was she the one who wasn't able to see clearly?

"(Y/N), you just gave birth five weeks ago and you haven't fully recovered. You're supposed to be taking it easy, not fighting some crazed time traveller. "

No wonder she was moving at a slower rate than usual, she was still in her post-partum recovery. For a woman who just spent the last 10 months of her life growing and then providing for a living, breathing human, she fought impressively well. You mentally patted yourself on the back.

"Firstly, I can take care of myself. Secondly, Paradox didn't ask before zapping us back here."

"Fair enough but I want you to be on the sidelines for the remainder of the mission unless absolutely necessary." He folded his arms, giving a firm stare that meant he was being resolute. Your future self held his stare for a second before coming to the realization that not much would deter him.

She sighed, "Fine."

A pleased smile made its way to his face as he leaned down to kiss her forehead, "Excellent."

"You're a lot of work, Tennyson."

"Right back at you, Tennyson."

You spared a glance at your boyfriend, choosing to keep the information that you found his impish grin at the thought of a future with you adorable a secret and instead asked, "Did you really think that we had broken up in the future?"

His brows went toward his hairline, "You didn't? They were practically at each other's throats the whole time."

"Firstly, they're each wearing wedding rings, and second," You walked over to your future self, reaching for her collar and pulling out a familiar chain from underneath her shirt, "I saw this the second she got here."

Ben blushed, "You still wear it? It looks a little different though."

"I replaced the gem." She explained, toying with the pendant.

"Why?"

"It's her son's birthstone." "It's my son's birthstone." Both (Y/N)'s said in unison and the others gave you a bewildered stare.

"How'd you know?"

You shrugged, "Because that's something I would do."

***

Once again, you were all left in the middle of the desert at night after Paradox abandoned you one again and you continued your line of curses about his entire family in your head as you trudged back to the jet to call a team of plumbers to get you home as well as begin repairs to the jet that was damaged in the fight.

Kevin followed you closely to try and see if there was any way he could repair it just enough to get you back to Bellwood. Ben was about to enter as well when he was stopped by his cousin, who seemed sheepish enough that he immediately knew what the conversation was going to be about.

"I owe you an apology, Ben. I'm sorry for not trusting your judgment and for thinking the worst of you and (Y/N). You both make a cute couple."

He nodded, "It's okay, I didn't exactly have faith in my own relationship when I immediately concluded that they had broken up."

"I'm sure the conversation we had this morning didn't help either, don't feel too bad about it."

He nodded once again and they dissolved back into silence before she gave him a teasing smile, "So, a son, huh?"

His cheeks went warm, and he gave her a look mixed with both embarrassment and a little bit of pride, scratching the back of his neck with a meek chuckle, "Yeah, I always pictured myself as a girl dad though."

Her grin went even wider, and she laughed, "I thought you said you were too young to think about things like this?!"

***

*Exactly Twenty Years Later*

Ben peeked his head into the nursery to greet his beautiful son that was most likely asleep after being fed and changed, only to find the room empty and crib missing.

His mind knew that if his son wasn't in his crib then he would obviously be in the arms of his mother and yet, as he sped to your shared bedroom, he felt a slight panic thrum through his veins.

Everyone had brought this to his attention time and time again; that he had become extremely high-strung when it came to his family. Especially since you had gotten pregnant. It was only when his son was on the way did he realize just how fragile everything was and how quickly it could be ripped away from him.

He passed his arm over the sensor at your door, it immediately recognizing the signal from his Omnitrix and unlocking the door before entering, finding you settled on your bed, Kenny clutched close to your heart.

You watched him cross the bedroom in long strides and settle on the mattress beside you, saying nothing about the clear distress that you had seen on his face when the door opened before it was flooded with relief. You understood; you had felt the same way, which is why you had rolled your son's crib into your bedroom so you could keep a close eye on him for the rest of the night.

You turned your gaze back to the baby in your arms, gently tracing his features with the tip of your pinkie finger, watching with a deep fondness and adoration as Kenny's little face would scrunch up every time you caressed his button nose.

"He's okay, right?" Your husband questioned, needing your reassurance for the last bit of worry for his son to evaporate.

"You think I'd be sitting here without a care in the world if he wasn't?" You murmured, not lifting your eyes from his precious face.

Ben chuckled at this, "Yeah, like that time he got the hiccups, and you couldn't sleep the entire night because you kept checking on him in four-minute intervals?"

"What if his little diaphragm got fatigued?" You mumbled; brows furrowed at the thought. Constant hiccups were painful to deal with as an adult, you could only imagine how painful it would be for a baby who didn’t know what the pain was or how to communicate his pain to his parents.

Ben didn’t respond, already having been through this conversation with you the very night it happened.

The two of you continued to watch your son in silence, finding every single little breath he took interesting as you continued to graze your finger over his skin, now tracing the outline of his little lips, the bottom lip tucked tightly into his mouth as he slept.

Ben shifted closer to you, taking the two of you in his arms and pressing a kiss to the side of your head as one of his arms came to support yours and bear the weight of your son as well.

"I'm sorry for saying that you didn't care about Kenny and only the mission. I know you worry about him more than you express, and I appreciate everything you do for the both of us."

"You were just lashing out of worry." You replied, leaning against him, "It was the first time we both left our home without him, even though we didn't technically leave him alone for a second. I felt uneasy about it as well."

"Regardless, I shouldn't have said that you didn't care, Kenny and I know you love us."

"I do."

You quietened down immediately when your son took a big breath, slightly stirring before he fell back asleep, the littlest smile on his little face.

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og trilogy things that might come up in tgr

idk am rereading the og trilogy and here are some things that could be relevant in tgr maybe. just as a reminder ig. (i don't have exact quotes or page numbers for tkm bc i listened to the audiobook so they are paraphrased but for tfc and trk the quotes are word-for-word). ordered by theme, my comments at the end of each theme

Fans (of the Ravens)

"[Kevin and Riko's] unconventional childhood led many to worry about their psychological well-being but also fueled a rabid obsession with the pair." tfc p20

"Riko's freaky fans" (said by Nicky) trk p75

The whole Kathy interview + "The only look in [Riko's] eyes was murder." tfc p219

Comments: We know fans of the Ravens can be obsessive and extreme, but we also know that even before more questions were raised about conditions in the Nest, people were concerned about the psychological wellbeing of Kevin and Riko. We also know that Riko has been on TV looking murderous, long before the finals, which was the last straw. I think people might start looking into Riko when they start looking into the Nest and start realizing he was never okay/normal/whatever.

Jean

"'Fun is for children,' Jean said" trk p91

"It'd barely left his net before Jean checked [Kevin] hard enough to knock him over." trk p144

"'A dog who bites his masters hand deserves to be slaughtered. The location and audience are inconsequential.'" (said by Riko) trk p282

TKM, loosely quoted. Wymack about Jean and Kevin: There's too much between them, good and bad and ugly, for them to ever make things right.

Comments: Just a few pickings. I hope Jean changes his mind about fun, though he may not find Exy fun. We know Jean can check Kevin to the ground, hope that comes up again. I sure hope that thing about the dog biting the master's hand doesn't come up again, but with all the starved dog imagery I think it's inevitable. For the final one; yeah as I reread the og trilogy I'm losing more and more hope about Jean and Kevin reconnecting. I think they may just need to heal separately.

Jeremy

Mentioned in TKM: Jeremy has a "toothy smile".

Comments: This was mentioned no less than 3 times, so it must be important. If you only remember 1 thing from this post, it should be this.

The Trojans

TKM, loosely quoted: The Trojans had never been caught by cameras saying something rude about an opponent.

Comments: But that could change? Place your bets now on who's caught shit-talking the Ravens.

Kevin

TKM, loosely quoted: Kevin looked contented just to be standing on the Trojans' court. [...] Kevin gave Jeremy one of his rare real smiles.

"I don't have perfect control over Andrew, but Kevin owes us his life and I can get to Andrew through him." (said by Wymack) tfc p53

"Kevin needs someone who can keep up with and challenge him. Fortunately she is also a Raven alumnus, so she knows the repercussions of getting caught with Kevin. Maybe they'll have more luck after we've settled things with the Ravens this year.'" (Renee about Thea) trk p181

TKM, loosely quoted, Neil and Wymack speaking: N: You don't think Kevin will tell Thea the whole truth? W: Unlikely. He won't put her at risk like that.

TKM, loosely quoted: "I know what he's like" [...] "Riko. If you want to talk" Kevin was known for his talent, not his sensitivity. Consideration and tact were foreign to him. That he tried at all was so unexpected it felt like a balm.

Comments: Kevin's so sweet to be happy just to be on the Trojan's court. I hope he gets to be happy for a bit in California, even if the interview goes to shit. "Kevin owes us his life" uhhhh I hope Jean doesn't inherit that mindset. I think if we do get more Thea interactions, it will make more sense why she and Kevin are together, even though Kevin may not be entirely honest with her. Will be interesting to see how long they remain unofficial. Also Kevin can show sensitivity! I hope he gets to in TGR.

The Ravens

"This was a dark and heavy tune, an intimidating message of death and domination. The Ravens took their image seriously. Neil guessed they had a lot of intensive counseling in their futures." trk 142

TKM, loosely quoted, during Thea appearance: It made Neil wonder how the Ravens fared after they left the Nest's hivemind. Maybe it took years to recover. Maybe they never did. Maybe they broke and carried pieces of Evermore with them the rest of their lives.

Comments: You know it, Neil! None of this bodes well, for any of the ex-Ravens. But I think that when TSC3 is over, Kevin and Thea might be the ones carrying the broken pieces of Evermore. Jean probably too but I think he will have healed better. But idk.

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hope this massive post interested you! (tell me if there are any typos) a week til tgr. wow. kevin voice: we're all going to die. yeah feel free to add anything or come with theories in the notes.

[unintentionaloracle]

The Honorary In-Law: Part Two [Fic]

Lol I was gonna wait a week but I got impatient.

(This is Part Two of a fic found here.)

Summary: Jey and Rhea finally have the anticipated (and somewhat dreaded?) meeting with Sami and Kevin. Can Rhea charm "the in-law?" Will Jey and Rhea work out their hang-ups and issues? And what's on Kevin's mind?

Part Two: Love And Luck

“Relax, you look great. Besides, we wanted to keep this casual, right?” Jey said, his arm reassuringly around Rhea's waist as she inspected her (somewhat toned down) makeup and hair in the side mirror of someone's car. She smoothed her shoulderless black sweater and dark jeans, adjusted her choker and stack of necklaces, and nodded. 

They'd entered the restaurant (some local diner, nothing too fancy). Sami and Kevin were inside, chatting and laughing with each other as Kevin threw his arm around his soulmate. Despite their famously messy relationship, at this moment they looked like flawless couple goals. What any wrestling couple would want to look like after twenty years. Rhea took a deep breath. Jey gave her a kiss on the head. She smiled.

��No turning back now.

 They approached the booth, Sami and Jey waving to each other. “Hey, Uce! Kevin!” He said, doing his secret handshake with Sami and giving a simple handshake to Kevin. “Y'all know Rhea...” he said, grinning as he turned to Rhea. “Rhea, you know Sami and Kevin...”

 “...Jey, we've met before.” Kevin stated, eyebrow raised. “A couple times.”

 “Right, but that was Judgement Day Rhea. This is...Liberated Rhea, ya know?” Jey said. He turned to her, grinning and pulling her a little closer. “Rhea with taste,” he teased as he kissed her cheek. She playfully smacked his chest at the joke, giggling nonetheless as she cupped his face.

 Kevin cleared his throat, snapping the couple back to Earth.

 Rhea turned her attention back to the other couple and waved, smiling awkwardly. “Sorry. Yeah. It's nice to see you guys when I'm not punching your faces...” She joked.

 Sami looked at her, wide eyed and mouth pressed closed. Jey also looked concerned. Kevin, however, was a hard read. (Did he chuckle?) There was an awkward silence.

 Oh, great start... Rhea thought.

 Sami seemed to pick up on her feelings. “Well, it's...uh...nice to meet you properly, Rhea. How about we order some food?” He said, shaking her hand. He had a warm smile that was weirdly soothing to see.

 (Kevin, however, continued to sit there quietly. Is this a test. Is he judging me, or–?)

 “Yeah. Thanks,” she said simply.

 Jey let Rhea sit first. She hurried into the booth.

---

 Despite the rough start, things smoothed out fairly quickly, thanks to Sami and Jey’s natural charisma and charms. The group was laughing as the two regaled their lovers with a story from backstage.

 “So Howdy and his friends finally ran into us at catering. Jey's freaking out...”

 “I nearly cried...” Jey confirmed.

 “He did. He nearly cried! Then Dexter reached out to both of us...”

 Kevin and Rhea leaned in.

 “And patted us both on the head. He gave us a thumbs up, too!” Sami said, laughing. “Then Howdy chuckled, saying ‘you’re both fine, gentlemen,’ grabbed some of the donuts, and they all left at once.”

 “So, that's why I'm not so terrified of The Wyatt Sicks, now...” Jey concluded.

 “How did I not know that happened?” Rhea asked.

 “Think it happened during one of your fights with Liv...” Jey mused.

 “Well, I'm just glad I don't have to fight them for now...” Kevin said, arm draped on the back of the booth and around Sami.

 “I dunno, I think both of us could take ‘em, Kevin...” Rhea joked, resting her chin on her hand. “Show ‘em not to mess with our men?”

 Kevin shrugged in response. 

 Oh, come on! Work with me here!

 Jey put his arm around her. 

---

 As the group continued to eat their meals, Rhea enjoyed the mostly warm company. Sami really was a sweet guy. And Kevin, at the very least, was nice to Sami, so there had to be some good in him. (At least something Sami could see.) They really were like an old married couple, in the affection and the bickering department. She started to smile imagining her and Jey being like that in twenty years (though maybe with less bickering and betrayal)...

 ...In twenty years? She thought. Did she want to be with him that long? Could she? Well...

 As if on cue, Sami looked at her. “What's up, Rhea?”

 “Oh. Nothing,” Rhea said. “Just kinda wandered into my own little world. I'm really having a good time, Sami,” she said.

 “I see. Well, good,” Sami said. “And hey, if you need anything and Jey and Damian aren't around, I've got your back. Any girlfriend of Jey’s is family to me...” He added, smiling sweetly.

 Rhea swore to herself. She shifted uncomfortably.

 “Uh, we still haven't really put a label on us, yet...” Jey said, an awkward (almost disappointed?) tone to his voice.

 You'll mess up with him, too... Dom and Liv’s voices piped up in her mind.

 “Ah, sorry. I forgot...” Sami said, hands up. “I mean, with the chemistry between you two–”

 Rhea stood up. “I have to go to the restroom. Be right back...” She walked off quickly.

 She needed a minute.

---

 Kevin watched as Jey sighed when a minute went by.

 “Jey, I'm sorry, I seriously did forget—” Sami said.

 “No, no it's my bad, Uce. I keep putting that talk off. I’ll t–”

 Kevin stood up. “Let me talk to her.”

 The co-former Bloodline members tilted their heads at him. “You’re gonna handle it?” They asked in unison.

 Kevin nodded. “Trust me, I got this,” he said, getting up before either his boyfriend or “friend-in-law” could stop him. He grabbed a sucker from the dish by the register on his way to the back. He sucked it then winced.

  Bleh. Guess the mystery flavor is garbage. He thought, immediately tossing it in the trash.

  He went over to the lone bathroom in the diner and knocked on the door. “Hey, Rhea? Need to talk?”

 Rhea opened the door, mascara starting to inch down her cheeks. Her eyes were red. “You want to talk? Why?”

 Kevin motioned to her. “Because I've been here, minus the mascara...”

 Rhea checked her face. She swore. “I guess no one else is in the diner, so...come on in, I guess?” she motioned him inside the cramped bathroom. She dug out a travel makeup bag from her purse. “Mind if I–?”

 “Go ahead, “ Kevin said, leaning against the wall to give her room.

 Rhea took a tissue and started to clean up the mascara tears. She got out some foundation to blend away the rest, looking in the mirror. “So you say you've been here?”

 “Dating a guy who I worry might be too good for me and being terrified to lose or be vulnerable with him? Yeah.”

 Rhea froze as she got her mascara out. She took a deep breath. “You can tell?”

 Kevin nodded.

 Rhea shook her head. She put the makeup away and turned to Kevin. “It's just...I lost a lot. I lost most of the people I called family because I “made things all about me”, aside from Priest. My ex-boyfriend dumped me for my ex-girlfriend in front of everyone because I “didn't treat him like a man”. Nobody in the women's locker room likes me. And it's just...Jey's been so good to me through all of this. And now Sami's being good to me. I don't want to screw myself out of a family a second time, too. Let alone a partner...”

 “...Did Dom or the other idiots ever tell you these things before they turned on you?” Kevin asked.

 “Not that I remember...” Rhea said.

 “Then screw ‘em. You're not a mind reader,” Kevin said, simply. He folded his arms. “And like I said, I get it. I get being betrayed by the people you care about the most. I get everyone hating you even when you've been trying really hard to be good and haven't a damn “bad” thing in years–”

 Rhea cleared her throat.

 Kevin coughed. “Anyway...And I get not wanting to lose one of the few people you know actually loves you... Every time me and Sami hit a snag–I go “off the rails”, Sami loses his mind, whatever–I always worry about one thing: is this gonna be the last straw for him? Is he going to wise up and never take me back, ever again? Hell, I worried about it after Bad Blood, but...”

 “But?” Rhea said, finishing her makeup and turning to Kevin.

 “But somehow, it never is. Even if we fight, we take each other back, eventually. And this time he actually chose me. Despite everything.” Kevin chuckled a bit, smirking as he briefly looked down. “I think he might actually be serious about the whole “loving me” thing. And I never wanna let that go.” The Prizefighter turned his attention back to Rhea and pointed. “Jey's good to you, right?”

 Rhea was taken aback. “Of course. He's the sweetest. And he's been so patient with me.”

 “Good. And you're attracted to him?”

 Rhea actually blushed a bit before smirking and leaning against the sink. “Ohhhh, yeah. He's been taking good care of me...” She said with a wink.

 “Mine too. It's another reason why we can't quit each other,” Kevin winked back. “So...you like Jey?”

 Rhea scoffed. “Like him? Of course I like him! He's my bloody boyfriend! I l–” she caught what she'd said and froze, eyes wide.

 Kevin smirked. “Well, there you go...”

 Rhea started to smile. “I can say it. Jey Uso is my boyfriend. Main Event Jey Uso my boyfriend!”

 “Congrats. Now you might want to tell him that,” Kevin said.

 “...Right.” She replied. “Thanks, Kevin. You really aren't that bad a guy...”

 “THANK YOU! Tell everyone else that...”

 “And hey, if you need anything, let me know. I owe you one...and I'm sorry about all the stuff I did to you and Sami when I was in The Judgement Day,” Rhea added. “You didn't deserve it, and I'm sorry it led to you getting separated.”

 Kevin was shocked at what seemed to be a genuine apology from Rhea. He shook it off. “It's in the past. At least you got a boyfriend out of it. A boyfriend who's probably wondering if you slipped out the window...”

 Rhea packed her stuff up. “Right! Same for yours,” she said, before giving him a swift thank you hug and peck on the cheek. “Seriously, I can't thank you enough. And if I can say something?”

 “Shoot.”

 “Sami’s not a mind reader, either. Maybe you should let him know how you feel, too,” she smiled and went to the door. “Lock him down like I'm about to lock down mine.” She said, looking back with a wink before exiting.

 Kevin chuckled and went to wipe the soft lipstick smudge from his face. “Oh, you have no idea...”

---

 Rhea made a beeline for the table as Kevin sauntered over behind her. She immediately sat with Jey. “Jey, can I take a picture real quick?” She asked, getting out her phone.

 Jey was visibly confused. “Uh, sure, baby. But shouldn't we talk about–?”

 “We will. Just give me a minute. I promise it'll make sense...” She said. Rhea held the phone up in selfie mode, leaning against Jey. She kissed his cheek before snapping the pic, catching Jey mid-surprised delight. She immediately went to one of her social media accounts and typed something. She handed her phone to Jey. “Jey, I need you to read over this caption and tell me if you're cool with it...”

 Jey took the phone from her. Rhea watched him smile as he read the caption she tagged him in:

 “At brunch with the best man in the world and his friends. So proud to call him my boyfriend. Thank you for everything these past few weeks, your kindness and your patience. What more could a girl ask for? #boyfriendreveal”

 Jey handed the phone back. “Of course it's okay! You really mean it, though?”

 Rhea nodded, some tears starting to form in her eyes, again (albeit happier ones). “Yeah. Sorry it took me so long. I just...I was terrified of losing you...And of screwing up another relationship...”

 Jey cupped her cheek. “Baby, it's okay. You aren't gonna lose me. I'm nothing like your last man. Or Liv.” he said, leaning in towards her.

 “Good,” Rhea said, closing her eyes as he kissed her. She held his face as his arms wrapped around her. They pressed foreheads against each other after. Rhea caught Sami and Kevin out of the corner of her eye, having briefly forgotten them. Sami reached over and squeezed Kevin's hand. She turned her attention to them. “Thank you, guys. Guess we needed this get together more than we thought.”

 Sami chuckled. “Anytime...”

 Kevin motioned for the waitress. “Can we get a check, please?”

---

 After breakfast, it was decided that Jey wouldn't be staying with Sami this time and would stick with his newly-minted girlfriend. (Damian was contacted and told he wouldn't need to crash with Rhea for a while. He happily agreed.)

 That was perfectly fine for Sami and Kevin, especially considering Kevin surprised Sami with an impromptu trip after. They were going to California, just the two of them. The thought being that they could get away from their troubles for a while (Kevin's deteriorated friendships, Sami's career frustrations)...

 When the couple went back to their hotel room, before they could properly enter, Sami immediately barraged Kevin with kisses. He pushed him into the room and towards the bed as he did so, not letting up except to close the door and put up a “Do Not Disturb” sign. Kevin looked up at him as he straddled him, awestruck and flushed. What's gotten into him? He thought.

 “Okay, what did I do and how can I keep doing it?” Kevin asked.

 “You didn't tag along just to be a bodyguard, did you?” Sami said with a smile.

 “...I just kinda felt for her, you know? Dating a nice guy is rough. And I guess I wanted to help her not make the same mistakes with Jey that I have with you, if I could?” Kevin said, putting his hands on Sami's waist. “Plus, if it went well, I knew it would make you happy...and Jey...”

 “So much nice stuff about Jey... Kevin Owens, has he grown on you?” Sami teased.

 “Maybe. Shut up. He can't know,” Kevin said, pouting a bit.

 Sami laughed. “Your secret’s safe with me,” he said, kissing said pout. “And thank you. For helping today. And proving me right...” He said, pressing his forehead to Kevin's.

 “How?”

 “That you're still a good man, despite everything. Rough around the edges, but deep down still good,” he said, cupping his face. “And I love you.”

 Kevin’s heart skipped a beat. He needed to hear that more than he thought. “I love you, too, Sami. Thanks for having my back through everything. This crap’s been rough for you, hasn't it?”

 “It really has. I even kinda miss the group chat. Seth's “daily drip drop” really grew on me...” 

 “Well, I just want you to know...if there's anything you need to do, you've got me in your corner, too. No matter what it is. Even if I think it's dumb or horrible. It's the least I can do for you after all you've done for me. Because I love you, Sami Zayn. I never want to lose you. Never again.”

 “...Thank you, Kev...” Sami said, starry-eyed. He tucked his hair behind his ear. “And if I didn't know better, I'd almost think you were proposing or something...”

 Kevin chuckled. “In a cheap hotel in the middle of nowhere? Nah, you deserve better, Sami...”

 As they kissed once more, Kevin had one more thought before Sami pressed closer against him and rendered any complicated thoughts impossible:

 That can wait for California...

---

 In a different hotel, some time later, Rhea gently ran her fingertips up and down Jey's spine as he laid draped over her, his face nuzzled in her neck. “Jey?”

 Jey sat up a little. “Yeah, baby?”

 She grinned at him. “Damn.”

Jey grinned back. They both laughed. “Yeah, that about sums today up, doesn't it?” He kept looking at her.

 “What?”

 “Rhea Ripley is my giiiiiirlfriiiiiiiend~” he said, singsong.

 Rhea chuckled. “And Jey Uso’s my boyfriiiiiiend~” she said, matching his tone.

 He pressed his forehead to hers, holding her close. “Seriously, you have no idea how happy you made me. Of all the good things that happened to me after I left the family, you're probably the best...”

 Rhea could feel her heart melting. She glanced at the Intercontinental Title sitting on Jey's luggage. “Hear that? I'm his favorite.” She joked before turning her attention back to Jey. “And you make me feel like all the tears I wasted on Dom and The Judgement Day were almost worth it, because it led to me and you...”

 Jey wiped the tears away with his thumbs before kissing her. It felt good, finally being really vulnerable with Jey. Comfortable, even. She could get used to it.

 “So, what do wanna do now, baby?”

 Rhea grinned. “Well, I did miss you beating the crap out of Dom yesterday...I'd love to watch it with you...”

 “Really? You missed my match?”

 “I was too busy trying to rip Raquel's arm off to beat Liv with it,” she said nonchalantly.

 “...I know I shouldn't find that hot, but...”

 Rhea chuckled. “Then after that...we can keep celebrating...” She added with a wink.

 Jey bit his knuckle. He nodded. “Yeah. Yeah. Wrestling and chill. I love it. We can do that.”

 Rhea smiled, cuddling up to Jey as he cued up the match. She thought about what she thought in the diner: if she wanted to still be with Jey in twenty years.

 Yeah, she thought. Yeah, I think I do.

[charlesslut16]

-You're sick-

summary : you're sick and max looks after you...

PAIRING : max verstappen x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none

note : i hope that you like this <3

december masterlist ; masterlist   

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You were cuddled up on the couch, bundled in blankets with a hot cup of tea in hand, feeling under the weather on this chilly Christmas evening. Being sick did not suit you.

Max Verstappen, your boyfriend, had taken the evening off from his usual meeting with his family on Christmas to be by your side, making sure you were comfortable.

He had been fussing over you, bringing you medicine, fluffing up your pillows, and even putting on your favorite Christmas movie, "Home Alone.", so you had everything you needed.

As the movie began, you snuggled closer to Max, resting your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer, his warmth and comforting presence soothing your illness.

The familiar sound of Christmas carols filled the room, mingling with the laughter coming from the movie. Max's fingers absentmindedly traced circles on your back, a comforting rhythm that eased your discomfort.

"You're feeling a bit better, love?" Max asked softly, his eyes flickering between you and the screen, his concern evident. He could not have you becoming sicker than you were already.

You managed a weak smile and nod, grateful for his care. You could not wish for someone better in your life, with so much care and love for you. He was truly the best.

"Yeah, much better with you here."

He planted a gentle kiss on your forehead. Max did not care if he would become ill or have a sickness over the holiday, he needed to touch you and be there for you, it was his love language.

"Good. I'll be right here for whatever you need."

As the movie progressed, you both got caught up in the antics of Kevin McCallister and his ingenious booby traps. You loved this movie, it was your good to go movie.

Max chuckled at the slapstick humor, as it was also his type of humor, stealing glances at you sporadically, relishing in the small moments of tranquility with you.

"You know," he began, pausing the movie as Kevin sets up yet another elaborate trap against the man, "this reminds me a bit of our adventurous adventures."

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh yeah? How so?"

"Well, not exactly the traps, but the way we navigate through unexpected situations together," Max explained, a faint smile playing on his beautiful full lips.

"Remember that time in Italy when we got lost trying to find that hidden gelato shop?"

You giggled at the memory. "Oh, yes! We ended up discovering the most amazing gelato place, but only after wandering through half the town. It took so much time, but it was absolutely worth it!"

"Exactly!" Max grinned happily, his eyes sparkling with fondness. "Just like Kevin does in the movie, we face challenges but always find a way through them, together."

You leaned in and placed a tender kiss on his cheek. A kiss full of admiration for him and his cuteness. "I wouldn't want to navigate life's surprises with anyone else."

Max's smile widened, and he resumed the movie, the sound of Christmas music filling the room once more. You both snuggled closer, engrossed in the movie and each other's company.

The warmth of love and togetherness enveloped you fully, making even a sick day feel like a special moment to cherish. If being sick meant you would have max by your side, you would gladly be sick.

As the movie drew to a close, you felt exhaustion creeping in. Max gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear and brushed a soft kiss on your warm temple.

"Let's get you tucked in properly," he murmured, helping you up from the couch.

He guided you to the bedroom, making sure you were settled and comfortable before joining you. He slipped under the covers beside you, pulling you into his arms, your head resting on his chest.

The steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you into a peaceful slumber, the warmth of his embrace cocooning you in love and safety. When you were with him, everything was alright.

As you drifted off to sleep, you couldn't help but feel grateful for this quiet, cozy Christmas spent with Max, where even a simple movie night turned into a cherished memory.

[double-vandammage]

Title: Rude Awakening

Word count: 2,573

Rating: 18+

Ship: Bret Hart x Shawn Michaels

Tags/Warnings: Enemies to lovers, Bret POV, Handjob, Blowjob, Alcohol

Also posted to my a03: aa_beatrix

Here is my first fanfic in probably 6 years. I'm so nervous about it, but I hope you Hartbreak shippers like it. I'm fairly new to this ship so please be gentle. 🥹 Thank you to the encouragement of my sis @taydaq, @imabillyami, @crxssjae, and @superkickme 😘

Let me know if anyone wants to be tagged in future fics, I do plan on writing more. 🫣

Bret sat silently by his motel window, watching the rain gently glide down the glass. What a shit day he had, it was only fitting the weather was also terrible. The promo he had just cut with Shawn weighed heavily on his mind. He was so tired of the little prick. Night after night he had to observe Shawn flamboyantly parade around the stage. Not only did he have to watch the annoying spectacle, but also endure the man occasionally shake his bare ass at the crowd. The fans ate it up and he couldn’t fathom why. They were close once, it seemed a lifetime away. Thunder cracked, startling him from his thoughts. The universe was telling him to relinquish any thoughts of Shawn for the rest of the evening. He didn’t want Shawn in his head more than was required, especially while he was alone in his motel room. Bret made his way to the bed, climbing under the covers and slowly he drifted to sleep.  

Abruptly there was an aggressive and continuous rap at his door. Bret was barely able to open his eyes as he dazedly glanced at the bedside clock. The time read 2:00AM. “Who the fuck-?” he grunted as the knocking became louder. He whipped the blanket from his body while quickly swinging his legs over the mattress. “I’m coming dammit.” he spat, stumbling to the door in his sleepy stupor. He put his eye to the peephole. “Jesus Christ…” none other than a Heartbreak Kid disruption. “Hey! Big daddy cool! Open up big sexy!” Shawn half yelled, half giggled. Bret opened the door, “wrong room shithead. Some of us are trying to sleep.” Shawn was drenched. He had clearly spent some time in the rain. “Whoa.” Shawn raised both hands up in defense. “This isn’t Kevin’s room?” Bret made a show of moving his hands up and down his own frame, “clearly it isn’t you asshole, what are you drunk?” Shawn put his index finger and thumb together, “Mmmm…maybe just a pinch.” 

Rolling his eyes, Bret took in Shawn’s appearance. He was soaked, so much so he had created a pool of moisture on the motel floor. He was a mess. “Do you know which room Kevin is in?” he asked, not wanting Shawn to be his problem this early in the morning. “Hmmm…well I thought this was his room…so I guess…no.” he said with his signature smile, chuckling to himself. “You wouldn’t mind if I bunked here tonight, eh Hitman?” Shawn asked while running a hand through his wet hair. Bret thought this must be some cruel joke the universe was playing on him. The last thing he wanted in his room was a drunk wet dog named Shawn Michaels, but he couldn’t let him wander aimlessly up and down the halls, slamming on random doors, and calling for big sexy. 

Bret crossed his arms, “shit. Fine. Do not drip on anything.” Shawn grinned, “Thanks Hitman, you’re the best there is and ever will be.” he said, pushing Bret to the side and slapping him on the arm. Bret closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “The bathroom is to the left, I can get you something to change into.” He closed the door and turned to find Shawn already on the bed. “Are you fucking kidding me Michaels? You’re super fucking soaked. Get off the bed, now.” Shawn rose, propping himself on his elbows. “Oh man…I am?” he asked, real concern in his voice. “Uh, yeah. Get up.” Bret demanded. Shawn moved almost intentionally slow, the blankets getting more and more saturated. 

“Dammit Shawn. Get your ass to the bathroom.” he said, grabbing Shawn’s arm, shoving him towards the open doorway. “Alright, alright. Ya don’t gotta be so touchy.” Shawn almost immediately began stripping off his flashy costume. He shook off his vest and began removing those hideous chaps he insisted on wearing. He kicked off his boots next and in doing so Shawn had noticed Bret leaning against the door frame observing. Bret in an instant knew exactly what he was about to do. Shawn turned, his back facing him and commenced shimmying his tights down to wiggle his ass at him. “Like what ya see Hitman?” he taunted. Bret kept his face stoic, but could feel his cheeks beginning to flush. “Stop that shit and just get cleaned up would you?” he urged moving away. Shawn smirked, pulling his tights completely off. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”  

Bret began pulling the blankets and sheets off the bed, discarding them onto the floor. He could hear the water start to run and eventually steam wafted outside the door. He pulled out a plain white t-shirt and gray sweats from his suitcase for Shawn to wear. Bret climbed back into the bed to try and get some more sleep before they had to be on the road again. The shower stopped and after a few minutes, he felt the empty side of the mattress shift. “Absolutely not boytoy.” he murmured. “Oh come on Bret, there’s not even a couch in here.” Shawn whined. “Not my problem. This is already obnoxious without having dry blankets, you are not sleeping up here.” Shawn in a child-like tantrum, huffed off the bed and onto the floor with one of the pillows. Within minutes he was fast asleep.

Outside rain still poured and thunder intermittently boomed, a particularly loud burst was enough to rattle Bret awake again. The clock registered at 5:00AM. He could hear Shawn’s slow and steady breathing, surprised Shawn didn’t also wake. Rolling to the opposite side of the bed, Bret peered over. Shawn was lying on his side facing him. Long blonde hair fell down around his shoulder and pillow. His bangs draped over his eyes. Shawn was beautiful, anyone could see that. Bret found his eyes had lingered, observing the white t-shirt he let the man borrow had slightly uplifted, revealing a small glimpse of Shawn’s tanned stomach. Quickly he averted his gaze and rolled back over. Squeezing his eyes shut, focusing on the sounds outside in an attempt to stifle an unresolved hunger he had no business feeling towards the Heartbreak Kid.

Unable to rest, he again got out of bed to reside by the window in the lone chair. He needed air. He opened the window just enough to feel the cool misting of rain against his face. Minutes later he heard Shawn stirring, a small groan escaping from him as he stretched. Shawn sat upright, dreamily looking at Bret. “Can’t sleep Hitman?” he mumbled. Bret ignored him, keeping his view to the window. “I gotta take a leak.” Shawn yawned as he shuffled towards the bathroom. Bret listened as Shawn fumbled around in the dark, hearing the toilet flush and sink run. He came out in the middle of another yawn, “Fuck me, I’m gonna be sore. You think people will believe me when I say I’m sore after spending the night in the Hitman’s room?” he laughed. “Don’t even joke about that shit Shawn.” Bret spat. “I’ll kick you out right now, don’t test me.”

Shawn cautiously made his way to stand in front of him. “Come on, would it be so terrible? Maybe this is exactly what you and I need.” Shawn said, reaching out a hand to brush the inky strands of hair from Bret’s face. Bret caught his wrist, stopping him. “Don’t.” Shawn only invaded his space more, moving his leg to part Bret’s thighs. His free hand tilted Bret’s chin upward so he could meet his stare. “I know you look at me. Just like I knew you were looking at me over there.” he said, nodding his head in the direction of the bed. Bret jerked his head away irritated, but Shawn hadn’t released his grip. Shawn lowered himself, his mouth inches from his ear, “I like it when you look at me…”.

Bret felt many things for Shawn Michaels. Desire he could always snuff out, now he wasn’t so sure. Shawn closed the space between them, placing his lips to Bret’s temple. Bret involuntarily let go of Shawn’s wrist, finding he was nuzzling into Shawn as he continued to trail light kisses around the side of his face. “Touch me Bret…” Shawn sighed into him. Bret moved his hands to Shawn’s waist, tugging him forward so the younger man was situated between his thighs. Shawn moved his hands to cradle his face, lifting him slightly from the chair into an eager kiss. Bret let his own hands find their way under his t-shirt, running his fingers up Shawn’s back. “Come here.” Bret breathed against Shawn’s lips, guiding him to straddle his lap. 

Shawn smiled into their kiss, feeling Bret’s growing excitement beneath him. Shawn slid his hand down, teasing at Bret’s erection. “I knew you always had a hart on for me.” he joked. “Do you ever just shut the fuck up Michaels?” Bret gasped in between Shawn’s stroking. Their mouths fought for the upperhand, Bret captured Shawn’s bottom lip and bit down roughly. Shawn withdrew, taken aback, “Damn hitman.” he snickered, testing his lip for blood. He hated Shawn and this was probably a huge mistake, but all he wanted to do was make Shawn shut up. Swiftly he grabbed Shawn by the thighs, hoisting him up, and threw him to the bed. Shawn bounced onto the mattress, promptly grabbing at Bret’s shirt to yank him forward. Bret landed a quick peck to Shawn’s mouth before moving to devour his neck. Strategically he removed the pesky white t-shirt from Shawn, creating a makeshift tie to bind Shawn’s wrists.   

He ran his tongue down to Shawn’s shoulder; tasting sweat, motel body wash, and a hint of rain water. Not an ideal flavor, but damn did it taste good on Shawn. Bret flipped Shawn effortlessly onto his stomach, keeping hold of his bound wrists. He swept Shawn’s hair to the side, kissing the nape of his neck. Shawn arched into him, craning his neck to meet Bret’s lips. His fingers felt for the waistband of Shawn’s sweatpants, sliding his hand under the fabric, not surprised to find he wasn’t wearing underwear and grasping his cock. Letting go of his wrists, he tapped the side of Shawn’s hips, signaling Shawn to prop himself on his knees. Shawn read him easily as if inside the ring and elevated his backside, pushing against Bret’s groin, breaking their kiss and keeping his face down to the mattress.

“Holy shit, Hitman…I want you.” Shawn sputtered as Bret began to steadily pump Shawn’s dick. “Fuck, I’ve always wanted you, Bret.” he mumbled into the bed. How long had Shawn wanted him? Was it nearly as long as he wanted Shawn? Over the years he had indulged himself in the occasional sexy boy fantasy and every time he loathed himself for it. He was a complete hypocrite with each jab at Shawn for shooting that girly mag. Now he had Shawn under him, unapologetically jerking him off. He brought his free hand to clasp Shawn’s throat, easing him upward so he could relax against his chest. Bret continued his deliberate rhythm, relishing the low moans and the way Shawn began to thrust into Bret’s hand. “Jesus. Don’t stop.” Shawn whimpered, burying his face into Bret’s neck. He could tell Shawn was getting close, his panting becoming more rapid.

The feeling of Shawn nestled into his body was intoxicating. Sure, they had their physical history in the ring which was intimate in itself but maybe Shawn was right after all. Maybe this was exactly what they needed. What they couldn’t settle on the mat, they could settle behind closed doors. Bret pressed his lips to Shawn’s forehead, “You know I still hate you?” he said, his words muffled against Shawn’s skin and damp hair. “This doesn’t change anything between us.” The hold he had on Shawn’s neck became a little tighter. “Even with my…dick in your hand, you still…manage to be all business.” Shawn choked out as Bret’s pace began to quicken. Bret covered Shawn’s mouth, muting the wail expelling from him as he erupted into Bret’s hand. Shawn clawed at his hold with his own constrained wrists, his hips rutting wildly into Bret’s palm as he rode out his orgasm.       

Bret released Shawn, letting him drop to the mattress. He lay there exhausted, chest heaving and glistening with sweat. Shawn twisted his wrists from the tied up shirt, easily exiting his confines. “Bret baby…” Shawn with eyes still glazed over, rolled to face him. “Please, let me make you feel good too.” he begged, crawling between Bret’s legs to play with the drawstrings of his sweats. He lifted Bret’s shirt, kissing gently at his stomach. The touch of Shawn’s lips pressing at his skin made him shiver and the thought alone of the blonde going down on him was damn near enough to make him come. Against his better judgment, he leaned back and let Shawn take control. 

Shawn slid his sweats and underwear down, revealing his throbbing erection. Without much pause, Shawn took him into his mouth. He let his eyes flutter shut, Shawn clearly had done this a time or two. His mouth felt so warm, so good, his tongue hitting all the right places. He clutched at Shawn’s hair, allowing his fingers to entangle themselves. “God damn Michaels…” he managed to groan as Shawn licked up the length of his cock. He wasn’t going to last much longer. Shawn was unrelenting as he held tightly to Bret’s thighs, keeping him in place as his hips bucked desperately into the heat of Shawn’s mouth. He couldn’t help the mangled cry Shawn managed to pry out of him as he came. “Holy shit.” he breathed, unable to form anything else articulate. 

The rain seemed to intensify outside the window, brisk air filtering in and caressing their moist bodies. Shawn had positioned himself on top of Bret’s stomach, his chin resting on crossed arms. “I bet you didn’t hate me just now.” he purred. “Fuck you.” Bret smirked, propping a hand behind his neck. His dark eyes met Shawn’s baby blues. “What now?” Shawn asked. Bret’s other hand traveled down to brush the hair from Shawn’s face, tucking a rogue lock behind his ear. “I don’t know. We have to get up soon.” Shawn emitted a breathy sigh, “Let’s stay like this a bit longer.” he insisted. The Heartbreak Kid’s eyes closed as he leaned into the way Bret lazily threaded his fingers through his golden hair. 

Internally Bret felt the need to run, this dangerously bordered on affection. He should shove the younger man away, tell him to get lost, and figure out what to do before their next show. However, his needs and wants were very different. He had said nothing would change, but deep down he knew neither of them believed that. Would they fall back into their rivalry or back into bed? What was to follow after, they couldn’t know now and they didn’t have to address it just yet. This sweet silence was preferred to all the bullshit they put each other through. Even if they had got it wrong, they could figure out the details later. Before the other knew it, the sound of the rain mixed with their slow breathing lulled them to sleep. 

This quiet moment was theirs to keep.

[interstyx]

The longer this workplace abuse situation goes on the less I'm inclined to believe it. At face value it's a very typical development for entertainment companies -- I presume at least some of you know about Telltale Games and Kindly Beast, just to name some -- but the more testimonies that come out the fishier this smells.

We know that there were some bad times during the production of Meta Runner but the given narrative of insanely quick artist turnout and crunch just isn't supported by the actual credits in MD + TADC pilot, which remain consistent and even expand throughout. If there's indeed crunch/a high turnout, it must've then stopped before MD began production or started after TADC's pilot aired, which does not line up with the narrative laid out by the testimonies at all; these suggest years of workplace toxicity and a kind of studio-wide culture change that could not have happened so quickly, all of it made weirder by Kevin Temmer's hiring (who I understand has been through industry abuse/crunch before).

To be clear -- I think Celeste's firing is a completely fucked situation, but that we'd be wiser to separate it from the AnimeAmerica testimonies. One's confirmed true by name + Glitch responded to it, the other's all uncharacteristically vague anonymous testimony.

That's my main sticking point; the testimonies themselves are very nebulous and I believe they only evolved in detail as skepticism began piling about them. This could very well be a whole buncha cope on my part but flowery language like the last testimony's "yet you [Kevin Lerdwichagul] sit on your broken throne" is very odd when it comes from an exposing of workplace abuse. It's the kind of thing you'd find in a breakup letter, not a years-later testimony is what I'm trying to say.

It's extra weird that the testimonies would be anonymous too -- Glitch isn't exactly an established player in the industry, so I don't see how blacklisting would be a concern [EDIT: though NDAs could be behind that], and by now you'd expected some ex-employee identities to have begun coming out instead of all of them being anonymous. A personal impression that could easily turn out wrong; all of the AnimeAmerica testimonies [which are themselves not verified sources, even if the person posting them is] read awfully similar to have come from different people with different trajectories, and it's definitely eyebrow-raising that they get crazier and more flowery with time.

In any case, if there's any truth to the narrative we'll see so in the credits to MD ep7. There'll be a lot of missing names compared to ep6's/TADC's, or they'll stay mostly the same.

[ironworked]

911 and closure

We've all already talked about how Buck and Tommy's relationship is different from his previous ones, and how the breakup itself is also different.

But what about other breakups? (I'm very probably not saying anything new and there might be clown makeup all over this, but I need to yap)

Chim proposed to Tatiana, who couldn't say yes and ended up breaking up with Chim while he recovered from his rebar-through-the-skull injury. They ran into each other at the hospital months later and met for drinks a different day.

Hen was visited by Eva as part of her 12-steps program before leaving LA (Karen went to see Eva too).

Maddie was kidnapped by Doug and killed him 🔪. Later she revisited the scene (with therapist Frank) so she could really let him go.

Non-romantic relationships/events? Chim and the Lees had a ceremony for Kevin in s7; Bobby had his talk with Amir; Athena solved that old case from her childhood, then also found Emmett's killer and made peace with him...

Then we have this firefighter with the 118 who was on a date when his partner dropped a bomb on him. He had to talk to his people and think about his future, and on the next date decided to take a step forward in the relationship, but his partner left him instead.

I could be talking about Buck and Tommy, but you know who else?

Eddie and Shannon.

She wanted to divorce, and then she died. And here's Eddie, who still hasn't found closure for this relationship.

Of course they are different people, with different personalities and baggage, and different conflicts. It's not about paralleling the relationships. What I mean is that Eddie and Shannon's relationship was truncated, and he still canonically mourns not just what could have been, but the chance to say his piece.

Now, we have Buck and Tommy whose breakup has the same beats but a completely different significance (Shannon expressing different priorities vs Tommy's fear) and a radically different aftermath (Shannon died; Tommy is bubbling Buck). Sub-zero closure.

So we have three options now:

The story ends here. This would make it rare in this show's history, and either make Tommy The One Who Got Away for Buck, or they'll have to weirdly move on like nothing happened. The first is just unsatisfactory, and the second unlikely given they just said it's the most transformative relationship since/surpassing Abby (depending on how you read that line) and they aired that texting scene.

They give them closure. This is more 911's style. The downside is that they'll have put Buck on the hamster wheel again, but the bar will have been raised for any new LI (will be compared to both Abby and Tommy, etc).

Second chance. 911 is also the second (and third, and fourth) chances show. The upside is that they don't have to create or cast a new LI, but Buck isn't super settled already either; they could have them take things slow if that's a concern in the writers room.

Which one will they choose?

Well, I obviously don't know, but I'd say that if it were #1 they could/would have made the breakup itself more final (just changing 'See you around, Buck' to 'Goodbye, Buck' would have done it) and/or not included the texting.

The texting! I keep going back to that, because we already have the whole Buck Baking Thing that came with an explanation and a visual; it's now shorthand for 'Buck misses Tommy' so the emphasis on texting is superfluous unless it's leading somewhere isn't it?

[theheathenousfish]

A continuation of professor andreil. I will not apologize.

It’s the weekend. Casey and 3 of his classmates are at a restaurant celebrating the end of midterms ( which they did pretty well on, if they do say so themselves)

They were looking at the menus when Owen noticed their professor walk through the door with a red haired woman on his arm

“Hey, is that professor minyard?” Owen asked the table “and is that his wife? Didn’t he kiss professor Josten like, last month?”

Casey swirled around to look at the couple, who were walking towards the table the dean and his wife are sitting at.

“ about damn time you bring her. Jesus kid you’ve been married 10 years” the dean, wymack, grumbles.

“Oh my god!” AJ gasps “he wasn’t lying when he said prof josten wasn’t his boyfriend ! He’s the side piece!”

A few minutes later professors day, Boyd-wilds , walker-Reynolds, and Josten walk in and to the table.

“ hey Matt, how are the kids?” Prof josten asks

“ Neil! My man! Teenagers are so hard. Cody and Marlo have discovered my college photos and are giving me shit for how my hair looked”

Just then, a second minyard enters and sits down? It’s Avery’s turn to say something “I’m sorry, what? He has a twin?” Therefore she does.

Professor day scowls and says “ Neil your monster is here.”

“Drew! I thought you couldn’t make it”

“ sit down, junkie.I’m here.” Prof minyard mutters. In a louder tone asks “ why are we here day?”

“Why do you have something you were going to do?”

“ I want to go home and do nothing.”

Prof josten chokes on his water.

“ kevin” Mr wymack says “ tell them or I will.” Prof day huffs “ wymack is my father. I found out last year and I told him a week ago.”

“ this is why I’m here? Kevin, I could be asleep right now. I just worked a 24 hour shift.” Possible prof minyard complains

“Aaron! Be nice.” The red haired woman scolds

“ ok, so, that’s not our minyard.” Casey confirms

“Our minyard?” Aj asks

“Yes”

After about an hour of the teacher meeting talking about stuff, they start to, one by one, venture back home. All that’s left is the real professor minyard, prof josten, and the dean and his wife( who’s name is apparently abby)

“So, um, wymack, we have news. Andrew and I are married. We thought you should know first.” Prof josten states

“Oh! Congratulations boys! When did this happen?” Abby gushes

“5 years ago.” Prof minyard says flatly

“Christ, you two will be death of me. 5 years? Seriously?” Wymack sounds exasperated

Once the teachers leave the students just look at each other stunned.

“So he’s not the side piece, he’s the main piece.” Aj says so solemnly everyone else thinks she’s trying to be funny. She’s not.

Andrew is running late for work. Like, stupidly late.

When they got home, Neil jumped him and they’d spent most of the night having mind blowing sex, then when he woke up it was 10am and sir jumped onto the bed landing directly on his dick. Neil just laughed at that.

His coffee had grounds in it.

He grabbed Neil’s lunch on the way out.

And he’d forgotten to put his ring on.

He was having a bad day.

Thankfully most of his class was also late. “ today we will be visiting the butcher case. The key points are on the board, write them down. Neil josten will be joining us”

Just then Neil walks in, looking so fucking gorgeous. How dare he.

“ hey Drew. I brought YOUR lunch and some coffee. Also your ring is in my pocket if you want it.” Neil says. He’s so sweet, he’s beautiful, and kind, and Andrew loves him.

Andrew pulls Neil in by his pocket and gets his ring out. He puts it on, obviously.

“Care to introduce yourself junkie?” Andrew drawls

“Sure. Hello, my name is Neil josten, I’m here to consult on the butcher case. Any questions?”

A student raises his hand “are you two married?”

“That’s none of your concern,” Neil says coldly

“Why are you consulting on this case?” another student asks

“Because this case is personal, and also because Andrew asked.”

“ sit down rabbit.” Andrew murmurs “We will start with Nathan wesninski’s connection to the yakuza,specifically the moriyamas.

Neil and Andrew switch places when it’s stated that a college student was kidnapped and tortured

“ in fall of 2006 i was kidnapped and tortured by my fathers people. I was brought to my childhood home where my father was going to question and kill me. My uncle on my mother’s side came to my aid, and shot my father. By then I had sustained serious injuries to my face, arms and hands. I was brought to a hospital with two FBI agents in my room. I was demanding to see my teammates. In spring of that year my father killed my mother, she died on a beach in California. Her body was recovered by the FBI for evidence.” Neil recounted

“Junkie” Andrew asked softly

“ I’m fine.”

“I want a 20 page report on my desk by Friday.”Andrew told his students

Neil didn’t have class today, Andrew knew.

“Drew. I need to go. I want to go home. I need you.” Neil whispers

“I know ,love, I know. We will.” Andrew reassures him

They got home hours ago, and Neil immediately went to their bed and beckoned Andrew to come lay down with him.

Andrew was happy. He was so fucking happy.

Neil was kissing down Andrew’s neck as he thought. Andrew gave a shiver of pleasure when Neil sucked a mark just under his ear. He was going to have to cover that up tomorrow.

Andrew was home

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Darrell Lucus at Loud, Liberal, Christian:

On the surface, Matt Gaetz was the biggest loser of the week in politics. When Donald Trump tapped him as his nominee for attorney general, it was clear that Trump intended Gaetz to be his hired gun in his campaign of retribution against those who had the temerity to do their jobs and attempt to hold him to account over the years. But Gaetz was forced to withdraw his bid when it became apparent his nomination faced a humiliating defeat in the Senate. In the wake of a House Ethics Committee investigation into Gaetz alleging that the now-former congressman from the Florida Panhandle had engaged in staggering misconduct—possibly criminal—NBC News reported that at least five Republicans had already decided to vote against Gaetz on the Senate floor. The New York Times put the number of hard nays at four.

While it was beyond dispute that Gaetz had lost more than the three Republican votes he could afford to lose if he wanted to be confirmed, both outlets reported that a number of Republicans had already quietly decided to reject Gaetz’ nomination. NBC reported that anywhere from 20 to 30 Republicans—close to half of the Senate GOP caucus—had serious misgivings about voting for Gaetz, while North Dakota’s Kevin Cramer told the Old Grey Lady that enough of his colleagues were “a ‘hell no’” on Gaetz to put his nomination on life support.

Apparently Gaetz was banking on Trump’s sans-culottes bludgeoning Republican Senators into line much like they bullied his House colleagues into opposing Trump’s second impeachment. That’s the only way to explain why he resigned his safer-than-safe House seat shortly after breezing to a fifth term. Now he has no intention of running in the special election for his own vacancy, and the near-certainty that the full Ethics report will be leaked could potentially kibosh his rumored run for governor in 2026 before it starts. By any standard, Gaetz is now the definition of a dead loser. But believe it or not, one of Trump’s nominees may have lost a lot more than Gaetz. Namely, Trump’s pick for Director of National Intelligence, newly minted Republican Tulsi Gabbard. How’s that, you ask? Well, with attention no longer focused on Gaetz, Gabbard could potentially be in for a rough ride when her nomination comes before the Senate. And said ride could get even rougher given the increasing likelihood that Fox News contributor Pete Hegseth’s bid to become secretary of defense will implode before January.

Conventional wisdom in the immediate wake of Trump’s impending return to the White House held that the Democrats as well as the few Republicans who still have spines couldn’t go DEFCON 1 on all of Trump’s nominations. As Chris Cilizza put it, “If all you do is yell, you lose your voice.” But that assumed Gaetz would last long enough to get a hearing. As we now know, his nomination didn’t even last for a week.

All of this probably ought to have Gabbard quaking in her boots. After all, with Gaetz no longer tying up most of the available oxygen, Gabbard is likely to face a lot of time in the barrel. When Trump announced her as his pick for intelligence chief, officials across the spectrum were alarmed that Trump would even consider picking someone who is at best—AT BEST—a useful idiot for Russia. While no evidence has emerged that she has collaborated with Russian intelligence, her willingness to parrot Kremlin propaganda is reason enough to raise concerns about her fitness for the post. For instance, while most of us see Ukraine as fighting for its freedom against Russian aggression, Gabbard would have us believe that the United States and NATO caused the war by pushing for Ukraine to join NATO and ignoring Russia’s “legitimate security concerns.” She has also claimed the Biden administration operated secret biological research labs in Ukraine that were capable of releasing dangerous pathogens.

[...]

The chances of Gabbard getting a full-on grilling zoomed exponentially with the prospect that at least one other Trump nominee might not last until January. In case you missed it, Trump’s transition team got word that Hegseth was investigated for sexual misconduct in Monterey, California in 2017. The allegation was concerning enough that White House Chief of Staff-in-waiting Susie Wiles and Trump’s lawyers summoned Hegseth for a meeting. According to Vanity Fair, Hegseth maintained the affair was consensual. But Hegseth’s version became far less credible when it emerged he’d paid his accuser hush money—after denying he’d done so. It’s hard for me to see any scenario in which Hegseth survives at this point, and it’s at best 50-50 whether he’ll even be in the picture by the time the new Republican-controlled Senate convenes. It’s hard to believe that Hegseth, who retired as a major in the Minnesota Army National Guard, doesn’t know that security clearances get denied for far less than this.

Reading a report by The Washington Post on Trump’s approach to filling his second administration, it’s surprising that more land mines haven’t gone off besides Gaetz and Hegseth. Trump hasn’t relied on the FBI to vet potential appointees, even those whose jobs involve matters of national security. Instead, he has relied on his campaign lawyers to vet appointees when he conducts any vetting at all. That probably explains why Hegseth’s sexual misconduct case broadsided the transition team. And it may also explain why Trump had no qualms about picking Gabbard despite the well-documented concerns about her willingness to give succor to conspiracy theories. Gabbard has undergone one of the most opportunistic political morphs I’ve ever seen. When she left the Democratic Party, her idea of being “independent minded” meant endorsing MAGA Republicans and chest-beating election deniers. While in Congress she blasted Trump for being “Saudi Arabia’s bitch” not once, but twice, by 2024 she sounded like a dark-skinned version of Laura Ingraham or Marjorie Taylor Greene. That opportunism may have seemingly gotten her well rewarded with the prospect of being the first person of color to be the nation’s intelligence chief. But now that she has lost one piece of insulation and is likely to lose another, it may well come back to bite her. And it will be well deserved.

Darrell Lucus has a good column on how the Assad apologist Tulsi Gabbard’s confirmation could be in serious danger in the wake of the Matt Gaetz and Pete Hegseth’s debacles.

[disillusioneddanny]

Dis Prompt #1 DPxDC

Has everyone watched Batman and Harley Quinn? You know the 2017 movie with Kevin Conroy?

Okay cool, stick with me.

Imagine, Harley and Nightwing hook up. Later, Harley discovers that she's pregnant and well, Harley can't take care of a baby! She can barely take care of herself. So, she does the only reasonable thing an ex costumed super villain can think of. She puts her baby up for adoption and never mentions it to Nightwig.

Danny is adopted by the Fentons who raise him as their own until he hits about fifteen or sixteen years old. Finally, he manages to tell them that he's Phantom only the reaction isn't one that he was wanting or expecting even. Instead of either accepting him or forcing him onto a dissection table to tear him apart molecule by molecule, they simply tell Danny to leave.

He isn't their son anyway let him do whatever but they don't want some ghost boy in their house. Maybe this is also when Danny finds out he's adopted too

Now, Danny goes on a search for his birth parents to find out about why they gave him up, who they are and all that jazz. but Danny Doesn't really know where to even start looking.

Somehow he winds up on the JL's radar maybe they see him flying around and take him in for questioning. Regardless, whenever Danny changes to his human form, everyone is immediately concerned because why does this kid look like Nightwing when he was a child? So they secretly do a DNA test on the kid and find that he's the son of Dick Grayson himself.

Now Dick finds himself with a son he never knew he had, and Danny finds himself with a birth father who didn't even know his existence and the two go on a search to find out who his mom is together.

Go wherever you want with this, just someone take this idea from me, I have too many wips as it is

[peaceoutofthepieces]

4 + kandreil for the ask game ? hope you’re doing well <33

you could not have chosen better tysm

4. Shut-Up Kiss

Andrew berates Neil endlessly for running his mouth, but Neil has never known anyone to rant as pointlessly and frequently as Kevin. Sometimes it's almost charming; Kevin's love for history sends him on tangents of fascination every now and again, especially with a drink or two loosening his tongue, and his genuine respect and fanboy adoration for the Trojans—and Jeremy Knox—is almost sweet. Sometimes it's concerning; Kevin's breathing turns ragged and his eyes grow foggy when his mind returns to the Nest, and sometimes, now, commentary will come with it, the knowledge that Riko can't touch him anymore allowing Kevin to tell some of the stories that have refused to die with Riko, at least when Andrew and Neil are the only ones around to hear it.

Other times, it's annoying as shit. In these instances, Neil cannot help thinking Kevin's tattoo is glaringly accurate.

Kevin is nothing if not a drama queen.

"You have been doing this drill for two years," Kevin rants now, eyes full of thundery frustration as he looks down at Neil. "You should have long perfected it, even without the addition of your captaincy, and soon I will not be here to pick up your slack. I do not understand how you expect to–"

The thing about Kevin's ranting now is that it's annoying as shit, but the angrier Neil is at Kevin these days the more he wants him. Neil doesn't—will never—find Kevin's scoldings endearing or amusing or anything of the sort, too short of temper as he is, but he has always found a pull in response to Kevin's fire because of how terribly it matches his own.

The thing about Kevin's ranting now is that Neil can still fantasise about punching him while kissing him instead.

Kevin makes a noise against Neil's mouth, indignant and pissed off and wanting, and the fire in Neil's veins stokes higher, burns hotter. He curls a hand around Kevin's neck and draws him down, down, satisfied only when Kevin's arms fall to his waist and pull him up in response.

They only startle apart when a ball thwacks the floor a few inches from their feet, both breathing hard. Neil feels a savage smile curl his lips at the sight of Kevin's hooded eyes, his lips parted and silent.

Then he looks over at Andrew, who appears as bored as ever to anyone who knows him less, but to Neil is amused and annoyed and interested all at once, if only for how his gaze bores into them. He raises an eyebrow at Neil, and Neil is shrugging before he has even consciously decoded the expression, agreeing yes, alright, I'm stealing your moves now.

"Thanks for the show," Andrew says, dryly, and Kevin makes another wordless noise somewhere between dismissive and craving. "Are you done yet?"

To give credit where credit is due, in the past few months of embedding himself more deeply in them than ever before, Kevin had found the remainder of his spine and has been learning to recover himself remarkably quickly. He presses his palm to the dip of Neil's spine and meets Andrew's eyes to return, "Eager to get back to the dorms?"

Andrew flicks his gaze over to Neil, and Neil obliges; Andrew is not quite close enough, but Neil is more than happy to kiss Kevin quiet again.

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