#i love bands a lot so i mean that helps but wrestling is my main interest and it has been for years so 💔

[motor-city-selfryed]

ill forever wish wrestling was like the most normal fandom to be into like supernatural, doctor who, arcane, gravity falls type normal

[thoughtfullyyoungduck]

secret son

A/N: this was requested by anonymous, I hope you enjoy, let me know what you think. I might make a part two with Richie and Eddie’s son getting to know each other a bit better if anyone wants to read that? How’s everyone doing during this time? 

Summary: Could you write a fic post it chapter 2 where months after the fight with Pennywise eddie shows up at richie's house with the ten year old son he didn't mention he had?

warning: some  homophobia (like really really brief though) 

Richie is nursing his third whiskey when a harsh knock on his door catches his attention. The scotch, a real one from Scotland with an earthy and smoky flavor that Richie only drinks when he’s feeling particularly sorry for himself, sways dangerously over the edge before stilling with only a drop off spillage when Richie hurries to steady the glass. 

The reason his emotion threaten to bury him tonight more than usual, is the texts he has received from Bill. It wasn’t a bad text, but he asked if Richie had any idea why Eddie  hadn’t answered his phone for a few days, and now Richie can’t stop his thoughts from spiraling. After reliving the same trauma twice, panic is the automated response when someone forgets to check in with them.

He’s being ridiculous, Richie tells himself, especially since he himself hasn’t texted Eddie in, well not since he left Derry. He packed his bags faster than Eddie had started walking again, choosing to run when he confessed the extent of his love for Eddie, and it was met with pure utter silence. His phone had started buzzing as soon as he crossed state lines, Eddie’s adult face pinched in annoyance gracing his cellphone screen, the photo he had taken during dinner the very first night after he won the game of arm wrestle, seemingly laughing at his expense. He didn’t pick up.

Of course he kept up with Eddie’s progress through the other losers, but he refrained from reaching out to Eddie on his own. Ever the coward, his traitorous mind provided with a hiss, the dark part of his mind growing a little everyday he wasn’t in contact with his best friend. Cause that was the place that Eddie still inhibited in his heart. He might have turned away from Richie’s feelings, but Richie still considered Eddie his closest friend, even if the opposite was true vise versa.

It’s his own fault anyway, if only he had some self-control, so he could stop the words from overflowing and his darkest secrets from tainting the perfect facade he had built around himself. When Bill texted that Eddie didn’t answer any calls or texts, Richie swallowed his pride and his embarrassment, sending a quick and short message Eddie’s way.

The white hotshame burned brighter than it had since Eddie turned Richie down when the former  went radio silent. Richie supposes that he had that one coming, but that didn’t stop it from hurting. Another insistent knock caused the pounding in Richie’s brain that to intensify, by whoever is knocking gets what they want, Richie downing the rest of the scotch in on go, slamming the glass against the counter and getting up. He has no clue who it could be.

The last person to drop by his apartment was his manager, after Richie had neglected his duties as a comedian once more, to rouse him from an alcohol induced slumber and get him ready from him show. Today is Richie’s off day though, so he knows that it can’t be him. The only person that Richie can think off is his neighbor asking to borrow something, but that doesn’t appear to be likely.  Whoever he was expecting to see, the man he left in a Derry hospital bed before said man was fit enough to leave was not it.

‘Eddie?’ Surprise crosses Richie’s face as soon as he makes eye contact with him, blinking dumbly behind his giant glasses who are sitting askew on his face. He looks good, a lot better than he did when Richie last saw him, white as a sheet and trembling from head to toe.

It hurts physically to see him up close again, while Richie wants nothing more than to reach forward and touch him, to hug him even in just a friendly way, but Richie figures that that is off limits. He can’t shake the look in Eddie’s eyes when he told him he loved him as more than friends, the look of pure and other fear, of him. Not Pennywise, but Richie, like not even being attacked by a killer clown was a terrifying as someone having a gay crush on you. He tries to focus on the now rather than reliving the moment that has haunted his dreams more than Pennywise.

‘What are you doing here Eds?’

Eddie’s face is doing that thing again where he can’t complete hide the fact that he is worried, but he’s trying his best to stay calm for someone else. It’s a sight that was thrown Richie’s way one too many times, often when he did something stupid and Eddie had to fix him up, but now Richie is unsure what could be the reason he’s sporting the look, until he lays on the little boy standing next to him.

With furrowed eyebrows, he stares at the kid who is clasping Eddie’s hand in his tightly. He can’t be more than six years old, his legs yattering with what Richie assumes is impatience, and he’s shamelessly staring at Richie. Kids don’t know any better he supposes.

The eyes strike recognition in a deep part Richie can’t name for himself, and suddenly, without any second guessing, he knows that the child is Eddie’s. A dead give away are the eyes, but also his general presence reminds him of a younger Eddie.

Something in his face must give him away, for when his gaze turn back to Eddie, all he does is nod. There are a thousand question Richie wants to ask him, for example why he never brought him up when they first reunited, or what they’re doing at his doorstep, but he notices how exhausted they look, and so he gestures with his head, giving them permission to enter the house.

‘Thanks Rich.’ At the sound of Eddie’s voice his body jolts, more aware than ever that a part of him went missing and he has no idea how to get it back or what to do about it.

Richie rushes back towards his kitchen, pushing past both Eddie and his kid, to hide the bottle of booze still out in the open. He’s not very subtle about it, and he can see on the judgment on Eddie’s face before it is carefully concealed.

‘So, what are you doing here Eds.’ Richie struggles to appear indifferent, but he is confused and dying to know why Eddie and his son where here, so he imagines that he’s not pulling it off very well.

Eddie glances at his son, still holding his hand and resisting the urge to pick him up. When he doesn’t respond straight away, Richie turns towards the boy, who is looking hesitantly up at him. His personality clearly mirrors Eddie’s,  his wariness having transfer onto the next generation.

‘What’s your name bud?’ Ever since he was little, Richie has this gift when it comes to children, being able to communicate with them, and understand them when adults write their quirks off as annoyances.

He used to have a bond with Georgie back when he was still alive, and despite the usual horror stories off siblings, he got along great with his sister once she was born. He’s hoping that whatever charm helped him do that, will help him form a band here.

‘My name’s Matthew, but everyone calls me Matt.’ He seemed to be shy, toying with the hem of his shirt.

‘Are you my dad’s best friend?’ Richie blushed a bright red, since he not really knew what the answer was supposed to be. He assumes he still is, but he’s unclear about what Eddie might have told matt.

Thankfully, Eddie answers for him. ‘Yeah he is Matt.’ For a moment it’s quiet again, and the room fills with an awkward tension, neither Eddie nor Richie knowing where to go from here.

‘Is there somewhere Matt can explore?’ Eddie inquires eventually, the extra meaning behind his words crystal clear to him.

We need to talk, but not with my son in the room.

The apartment is not nearly big and all composing enough for a child to be able to go exploring, there’s only really 5 rooms in total, a kitchen, living room, the main bedroom and a guest bedroom and bathroom, none of which are necessarily child proof.  

He does have a PlayStation attached to the tv in the guest bedroom however, even though he rarely uses it, and so he figures that’s the best place to direct Matt too.

‘You wanna go play a game buddy?’

Matt peers up at his dad, who nods reassuringly, giving him a gently push Richie’s way.

He waits for Matts affirmative nod before leading the way.  It’s a miracle the thing works, as it’s been for three years completely unattended, but as soon as it starts Matthew jumps up and down excitedly when he sees the Mario kart logo pop up.

Richie leaves him with the door open just an inch, so that Eddie can still see him from the living room. ‘Do you want something to drink?’

‘No thank you I’m good.’  

The awkwardness lays heavy on Richie. Things have never been uncomfortable with Eddie before, and he knows that it’s his fault that it is now. He wants to make a joke, or steer the conversation into safe waters with light topics to talk about, but he’s also aware that there has to be a reason why Eddie would show up to talk to him this late, without a phone call or any sort of notice. Because Richie’s brain is still muffled by the alcohol and he can’t think of a joke to make, he decides to ask the obvious first.

‘You didn’t text me back, Eds.’ It’s a stupid thing to stay, Richie knows considering  he didn’t call Eddie back for months, but the question is out in the open and there’s no taking it back anymore.

‘My phone died on the way here.’

‘You fucking drove here? If you wanted to see me that bad you could have boarded a plane.’ Richie cringes when he hears himself speak. That was a quip he was used to making, but one that no doubt  caused internal disgust in the other man.  

‘I left Myra, and I need a place to crash.’ Eddie opts to say, despite it not being an answer to the question. For a moment Richie fears he might pass out, stumbling backwards but managing to keep upright thanks to the chair behind him. Out of all the possible explanations he was prepared for, this was not it.

‘Wh- why did you do that?’ Richie’s voice is shaking, his attempt to steady only being futile. He’s thrown for a loop so bad, that he forgets to conceal his shocked reaction. It’s out in the open, how Richie longs for him, but the least he could do was have the decency to cover it up.

‘Because,’ Eddie peeks past Richie to see Matt, who is fully focused and engaged in the game, before gaining enough courage to say what comes next.

‘Because I’m gay.’ He manages to spit out, his hands shaking by his side while he stares intently at Richie.

Richie has never been hit before. He’s been punched before and even kicked, yet never hit, but he imagines it feels somewhat like the words Eddie just breathed to life.

It’s strange since kid Richie would have done anything in the world to hear those words coming from Eddie, to the point where at night in his bed he would imagine scenarios in which he would utter them, but the situation at hand is very different than the one he fantasized about.

The fact of the matter is, that Eddie is not homophobic like Richie suspected him to be after his reaction, he just reacted disgusted because it was Richie, and that hurt even worse. He knows his not a catch. He woke up one day in college and saw himself for what he really was, a below average looking guy whose only talent was making jokes that would annoy others, with a ridiculous loud voice. And as he got older he only got worse, but he hadn’t expected that Eddie would use that against him.

He thought that Eddie might have let him down easier, but he guesses he just has that effect on people. His first instinct is to snap back in his hurt, to reply somewhat cruelly so that his feeling don’t show, but then he comes to the conclusion that he was just in Eddie shoes a few months ago, and he can recall exactly how scared and how disheartened he had been when he received negative comments, and he can’t do that to Eddie. Maybe to someone else, but not to Eddie.

Instead he replies with; ‘Oh well congrats for coming out. Welcome to the team Spagheds.’

Apparently, it’s not the reaction Eddie expected, for his face falls and his eyebrows furrow, confusion written all over his face.

‘Rich. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, it’s just that -.’ Richie interrupts him before he can say something else.

‘Hey, it’s fine. I get it. I wouldn’t tell the guy that made me uncomfortable either.’

Eddie blinks rapidly, opening his mouth but Richie intercepts, trying desperately to keep his feeling at bay.

‘Do you want to crash here for tonight? We can order pizza and watch a movie. Or whatever Matthew likes to eat is fine by me. I’ll get some extra sheets because I know you’d be disgusted if you found out what kind of action I’ve been getting. Not like I’m still hung up about a rejection, can you imagine?’ He laughs uneasily, scrambling to get together an extra sleeping kit, ignoring Eddie as best he can.

‘Rich’, he calls his attention, and despite being embarrassed, Richie would follow Eddie into anything, so he stops dead in his tracks and turns towards him.

‘I have a son.’

‘Yeah, I kind of figured that out Eds. I have eyes, he looks a lot like you.’

Eddie rolls his eyes in annoyance, huffing to convey how stupid Richie acts sometimes.

‘When you told me you liked me,’ Richie shrinks down, his shoulder turning in on themselves to make himself as small as possible, ‘I was worried you might feel different about me, because I am a dad.’

‘I could never, Eds. I just don’t understand why you didn’t mention him before.’

A sigh leaves Eddie’s lips, a sad smile gracing his lips. ‘I was worried IT might find out and use it against me. Besides, I didn’t even remember you guys all that well in the beginning. I was just scared.’

Richie gets it a little bit. When he was younger he was terrified IT might take his sister, and he would have done anything to prevent that. So he understands why Eddie wouldn’t say anything back in Derry, but why not after? Why didn’t he say anything when they left. Then again, it’s not like they talked a lot post clown fight two.

A thought suddenly downs on Richie then. ‘Wait, did Myra just like you take Matt with you?’

Eddie’s face turns bright red, a guilty look crossing over his features. Richie eyes turn wide as saucers.

‘Eddie, do not tell me you kidnapped your son’, Richie whispers screams, panic taking over as he thinks things through. It’s Myra, and from what he heard about her, she’s pretty much the same as Sonia, which means that she has no problem calling the police.

‘You could get arrested.’

‘Only if she calls the cops,’ Eddie hisses back, his body locked in anger, like he’s a bomb that is very dangerously close to exploding, quitting down when he sees Matt’s head peeking through the crack in the door. He waits until Matt is turned back towards his game to continue.

‘Look, I told her that I was gay, and she told me to get everything that’s mine out of her house immediately, anything that I had ‘infected with your homosexuality’. So I took me son with me. I wasn’t going to leave him there.’

All at once, the fight leaves him, and he crouches down on the couch, his head in his hands while he begins to sob. It produces back a memory, from a time where he had to go over to Richie’s house to tell him he was leaving Derry and not coming back, and Richie hurries to ban the thought out of his head before he joins in.

‘Two days ago, Matt fell of his bike in our backyard, and when he did he started practically screaming. I’m sure it hurt a little, but he was crying hysterically, and he begged me not to tell his mom, because she would freak out.’ Eddie’s eyes filled with tears focus on Richie’s, who is slowly making his way over to sit next to him. ‘Then he asked me if he would get really sick now because of the dirt on the ground that must have gotten into his wound.’

Eddie laughs humorlessly. ‘I though that by staying with Myra I would do him a favor.  I was just trying to protect him. I can’t believe I was convinced staying with Myra would be good for him. She’s exactly like my mother Rich, and I didn’t protect him.’

Despite better judgment, Richie puts his arm around Eddie, shuffling closer so that their knees are touching, and Eddie gracefully accepts, leaning further into Richie so he’s practically a pillow, a sob wrenching from his throat.

‘You did protect him Eds, you moved with him right? He’s gonna know that his dad did that for him, because you loved him.’ Placing his chin on the top of Eddie’s head, Richie breathes in deeply, forcing himself to stop from being overly affectionate, even when he’s clearly failing.

‘When Myra told me she was pregnant, I freaked out. I love my son, I would do anything for him and I wouldn’t give him up for anything in this whole wide world, but when I saw the pregnancy tests, all I could think was ‘oh god please no’. I’m a terrible father.’

Richie shakes his head determinately. ‘Eds, look at me. That’s normal, we went through some tough shit when we were kids, even if we didn’t remember it. You love him, and you look after him, and trust me, none of those are attributes to being a bad parent like you claim you are.

Eddie sniffles, placing one of his hands against Richie’s cheek, who embarrassingly enough nuzzles against it like a wounded dog would to a loving touch.

‘I’m sorry Richie. I really am. I love you. I think I somehow always have, even when I forgot, but I was so fucking scared when you told me, that I turned you away. As soon as I did I regretted it though, but I didn’t want to scare you off, and I didn’t want to put Matt through that change. Can we start over? I just really want to try this again.’

Richie is almost scared to believe the words coming from Eddie, but hope blossoms in his chest anyway. The piece that had cracked when he was turned away seem to magically fix itself, making his heart feel whole again.

‘You want me to confess my love for you again? Jees demanding much? You know your mom was the exact same way, always needing reassurance that our night together felt as good to me as it did to her.’

‘I changed my mind. And to think I was about to thank you for being serious for the entire conversation.’

Despite the meaning of the words, Richie can’t help but laugh when he sees the face Eddie is pulling, cheeringly outwardly when Eddie breaks and laughs alongside him.

Matt comes out of the room to check out what the commotion is about, a childlike glee all over his face when he sees his dad happier then he had ever been. ‘Can we order Pizza please?’ He begs Eddie with the same puppy dog eyes Eddie used to own when they were young themselves.

Richie grins at the boy, and while Eddie is pretending to contain plate it Richie nods excitedly, causing him to giggle with glee.

‘Alright’, Eddie eventually pretends to give in, watching as Matt jumps up and down in pure joy. He looks like the kind of child that has an endless supply of energy, and Richie can’t wait to find out more about him. This is the son of the man he loves, and if Matthew is even half the person Eddie is, than Richie loves him already.

‘Hey Matt, we’re going to stay with Richie for a while longer okay? If you don’t have anything against that?’

Matt just shrugs, eager to get back to the game and get some eat some food. ‘Sure.’

‘oh, we can’t tell mom though, she’ll freak knowing I ate pizza.’

‘Shit’, Eddie curses as soon as Myra’s name comes back up. Matt glares at him, placing a finger on his lips as an indication to be silent, and Richie can’t help but titter.

‘We’ll figure it out Eds, we always do.’

And if Richie spend the next few weeks looking for a new house for them to move into, well then that is just them figuring it out.

[anxiety-trademark]

The week in review:

Raw 12/14 NXT 12/16 NXT UK 12/17 Smackdown 12/18 TLC 12/20 + Main Event 12/17

Raw:

“This Sunday at tlc, it’s gonna be you and me against Nia and Shayna,” Lana says to Asuka, as a quiet ‘woo’ can be heard in the distance.

Lana facing her fears and fighting Nia Jax makes her the bravest person Asuka knows. Rolling. Fucking Asuka. ASUKA. wwe, stop.

Why isn’t Asuka accompanying Lana to the ring?

I like Lana’s gear.

Joe just compared Lana to a mosquito, goodbye.

Oh snap look how fast Lana did that headscissors takedown. We’re witnessing her progression, ladies and gents.

You know, I knew Lana would win this match, I knew exactly how she would win this match, but jfc what a treat watching it myself. 

Nia’s face lmfao.

Shayna wrecking Asuka so she can’t save Lana from her inevitable fate. Still curious on whether or not this beatdown injured her, if she was injured going into the match, or if it was all really just a storyline.

Yikes this is sad.

Man that leg drop onto Lana’s ankle actually looked kinda wicked, ngl.

*distant woo intensifies*

Wow we got real tears from Lana. Points.

Becky and Charlotte have been gone, Alexa hasn’t been on tv, the Raw women’s championship has become a meaningless prop... what a dead period for this roster.

Hi why is this match happening?

I will never not be impressed by Dana’s entrance.

Is Mandy actually hurt? Why did they take her off tv for so long? Is Shayna the resident kayfabe shelver? “Hey this girl is actually injured, have her written off by Shayna” ?? Cuz I know they’re not splitting Dana and Mandy up, and Dana has been on tv every week since Mandy left. Must be genuine.

These 2 are running roughshod over the entire division at this point.

OH SHIT MANDY’S BACK WITH A KENDO STICK

Lmfao the babyfaces are fucking done with Nia and Shayna. Honestly that’s great, I love it when babyfaces band together to stand up to dominant duos. This has been going on long enough. They took out Mandy, took out Lana, were about to take out Dana. Totally fair.

Highlight: Lana getting a clean win over Nia & being taken out so my queen can return

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NXT:

It’s a funny thing with Toni and Rhea. Toni says she’s the reason Rhea came to nxt, but she’s also the reason I became such a huge fan of Rhea’s. Heard they were having some big TakeOver match and everyone was always praising Toni. So I checked into Blackpool solely to see what the Toni Storm fuss was about, and I left that ppv solely impressed by Rhea Ripley. Then I took particular notice of Rhea in the Royal Rumble a few weeks later, and I’ve been watching NXT UK for her ever since (til she moved). To see her growth has been tremendous, and she’s so young. Such a bright future.

The music to this is great.

Toni says she isn’t scared of Rhea, as if Rhea’s mere theme music didn’t scare the absolute shit out of Toni the week prior lol.

Toni’s not even a terrible promo, but the timing of her blinks could not be worse. Yes, it matters.

I can’t stop laughing at how fucking intensely Shotzi started this interview.

She does pissed off interviews well. I can feel her annoyance.

Really don’t want to see a Candice/Shotzi feud tbh but okay, I’ll try.

aaand there’s the howl. Awful.

Lmfao Rhea called Toni a piece of trash. This is gonna be interesting to see with the alignments reversed.

I don’t remember who won this match, but I’m betting it was Toni. Which is fair tbh. Rhea is probably on the “put some peeps over before moving up to the main roster” path that everyone in the women’s division walks on. They always eat at least one monumental, or a couple meaningful, loss(es).

Oh man that is fucked up. To not only be forced to continue punching/kicking a human (fun fact: the person on the offense takes quite the damage doing so) but to have the defenseless victim bleed out and beg for you to stop. That’s rough.

This was shot really well. That music holy shit, I’m creeped out. It’s like a horror movie.

I see the point. Numbs him to pain and breaks his will, while numbing her to mercy. Ruthless stuff.

Oh are we finally done with Indi’s neck brace? Cool.

I can’t believe wwe invested in this upgraded tank. I still don’t think it’d work on the MR, but points to the boss for shelling out the cash.

Wtf was that stumble and “fall” by Indi lmao.

If Candice was a real bully, she’d distract Shotzi by fucking with her tank at ringside.

Indi does need a mentor, she’s a hell of a lot greener than my mutuals have made it sound. oof.

Shotzi looks like she has no idea how to work with Indi, and Indi looks gassed, confused, and slow as hell.

All Indi knows it going from spot to spot while Shotzi waits around for her to get there.

Lol Indi failed at getting a dirty win. I don’t really care if this is a part of her The Way storyline, what a mess.

The only redeeming part of this piss poor segment was Theory shaking the troll’s head at Shotzi.

I’ll give wwe an extra $9.99 if they let this match have a clean ending.

“[Rhea] was at one point the biggest superstar in the world,” that isn’t even close to being true because Becky Lynch exists, but I’ll let it slide and pretend you said “in nxt”.

Their paths will be so similar to Becky and Charlotte in the future.

Wow what a sequence. That would’ve received an applause on the MR. Traded headlocks for restholds, threw around their strength, then went into a battle of pinfall reversals. Instead of following that with some stalemate, they didn’t take a breath and proceeded to dance with each other and showcase some chemistry before rolling back into a battle of pinfall reversals. The sequence started with a kick by Toni to Rhea’s midsection, and it ends with a kick by Rhea to Toni’s midsection. Peep that match production, good stuff.

My, my, those slaps to Toni’s back. Whew.

Yeah actually it’s really fucking cool that these 2 get to main event nxt together, come to think of it.

They sell well for each other.

Rhea has the best dropkicks, lesbireal.

Holy shit Toni’s headbutts make my own head hurt. God I wish she wouldn’t. Most people put their hands between the heads so no contact can be made, but Toni’s just like “lol fuck it”

This is a great match. This duo works a lot better with these specific alignments. Watching face Toni try to chop down Rhea is not as good as heel Toni being impossibly hard for Rhea to put away.

Women’s matches and never having a clean ending. Name a more iconic duo. Winter of overbooked women’s matches continues.

Like I had guessed Toni was gonna win anyway, but fucking come on.

*Bonus* online exclusive: Toni says playing by the rules got her diddly and squat, but like... she was a champion lol. “It ain’t even Toni time right now, it’s party time.” Alright.

Highlight: Rhea vs Toni minus the ending

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NXT UK:

I don’t know why we’re getting Isla Dawn vs KLR but anytime I get to see KLR fight, I’m here for it.

Hell even Isla’s song never kicks it out of first gear. Song has so much potential but it never goes to the next level.

Ahhhh my Scottish queen is here.

No, don’t compare Sasha’s basement meteora to the double knees Isla did. That was pitiful.

Anyway, KLR vs any of the 4hw would be fantastic, take my money. Sasha, Bayley, Charlotte, or the woman KLR wanted to face at TO Dublin, Dublin native Becky Lynch.

That back body drop is horrendous as a finisher. It’s like when Becky won her debut match the exploder suplex. Awful lmao. Imagine if KLR lost to a back body drop ffs.

You don’t get to be this frustrated for not being able to beat the champion when you’ve only been fighting for like 3 mins.

Isla’s pisspoor speed going in the corner, and her pisspoor roll off of KLR’s tornado ddt. Shame.

Such a clean transition from a failed pinfall attempt into a submission by KLR, whew.

This whole match was just a flex by KLR lmao.

There was a time where we had Becky Lynch, Bayley, Rhea Ripley and KLR as our champions. Wow, take me back plz.

The background music of this stupid recording is so unnecessarily dramatic, wow.

All for the delivery of a chair. Of a fucking chair. Piper... shut up and handle your shit.

For someone so much larger than the little man, Piper is insanely unintimidating.

Highlight: I got to see KLR wrestle

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Smackdown:

Bayley does run her mouth a lot. She’s kind of the EST at saying dumb shit that gets her into trouble lmao.

Bianca is so friggin good at interviews and in backstage segments. She hasn’t received much of a chance to do promos in the ring, let alone obviously to a live crowd, but I hope she shines there, too.

Has Liv reverted back to being a dumb blonde, or is it drugs? Stop letting her speak.

Love Riott Squad’s everchanging gear. Wonder who makes it for them.

Billie Kay claims that she’s a ‘seasoned’ ring announcer, and somehow that would not surprise me.

Tamina “get the fuck out of my face until I get a nap and a vat of coffee” Snuka, everyone.

Lmfaooo Tamina fucking chucked Liv across the damn ring. What a good job by Liv.

Ruby is exceptional at running the ropes. She gets a good spring off of it.

Tamina’s hair is always so beautiful, she gets points there.

Dropkick into a faceplant. Billie Kay gets pinned rofl. She’s so bad at wrestling and yet here I am ridiculously entertained.

There’s absolutely nothing wrong with Carmella’s current persona, but man I wish she’d come out in a cut off tank top, camo pants, high tops and a printed hat.

I mean people are at home cuz covid, but go off.

Aye putting over Sasha. Good heel Mella.

Sasha has held the title for like a whopping 2 months and we’re already marking calendars. Sad.

In kf, Sasha is kind of mentally weak, so I’ll give Mella that. I’m not sure what it’s gonna take to shake that perception, either.

“Who is Sasha Banks if she’s not the Boss? Who is Sasha Banks if she’s not the best? It’s sad because that’s a question that not even Sasha Banks knows the answer too.” So I get that wwe are trying to help Sasha develop and fight off her past demons, but man these women are ripping her a new one. Sasha’s only 29 so she can grow and develop however she wants, but jeeze. Salt, meet the dagger Bayley stuck in Sasha’s back.

I like Mella cuz she knows how to hype her opponent’s accolades and strengths while cutting an immaculate heel promo where she hits them RIGHT where it hurts. She’s a pro. Heels should take notes.

This music is like the Jazz Vibes playlist I always listen to.

She just called Sasha cheap and frantic lmaoooo

Oh damn Sasha be out here looking like MONEY. That girl has style, even if it doesn’t always hit with me, she got style.

oof the crack of that slap to Reggie.

OOF the crack of the bottle shattering over Sasha’s poor back. rip.

Match at TLC should’ve been a champagne match. That entails whatever your mind comes up with; pouring alcohol on your opponent, dumping their head in a bucket of ice, breaking bottles over spines. It don’t matter.

“You don’t see me going around here bragging about how damn good I am,” lmao WHAT. Bayley is equal parts delusional and obnoxiously annoying.

One size heel does not fit all, but I think her version suits her beautifully.

If I were her I’d pick your brain too, but I’d also want a match, cuz people leave matches with you looking as good as humanly possible. Equal parts selfless as well.

She didn’t lie, this was absolutely her putting Bianca on the map on the main roster.

wwe: wants to strap a rocket to Bianca and make her a star. Also fucking wwe: “lol no we’re not gonna show you her full entrance, cry more scrub.” 

Bayley still looks weird without a title.

Bayley mocks Bianca’s entrance and then gets swept onto the apron lmao. Idiot.

Bianca is a lot of flash and showboating, which is great from an entertainment standpoint, but she needs to do a little... less.

Fantastic snap of the hand against the led board. Bayley wrecking Bianca’s arm gonna hinder the flips.

“I’m the ER. I’m BET-TER. haha.” lmao Bayley is such a fucking dork. Got sent into the ring steps for her bravado. Love that there’s always immediate repercussions for Bayley’s arrogance.

Bayley turned midway going down onto Bianca’s knee for that backbreaker, there. Hope she doesn’t have a massive bruise. Looked like it’d leave a massive bruise.

3 things I’ll apparently never get to see again: Bianca’s hair whip, Bianca’s full entrance, and Bianca’s 450 splash. I’m tired.

These stupid fucking squats while Bianca is dangling off the top rope rofl I swear Bayley is something else. Girl knows how to entertain. “Bayley got a bit cute and Bianca made her pay,” story of Bayley’s life.

Beautiful spinebuster by Bianca. At least SOMEONE in the women’s division will use it.

Bit of a miscommunication there it seems. Bayley goes for a B2B, Bianca tries to block it, Bayley drops down to dodge and go for a cradle. She rolls Bianca all the way back, stands up and hesitates before running at Bianca with an elbow - even though Bianca is not in position to receive it - which Bianca counters by rolling Bayley up, but it was super obvious Bianca was just scouting the next spot. Bianca goes to pick her up for a powerbomb but Bayley has to kick out twice to prevent herself from being pinned while Bianca tries to lift her. That entire sequence was super messy.

Then Bianca nearly drops her lifting her all the way up lol. Yikes. Gotta be pretty fluent to pull that off. Not to plug my fav (but I’m totally gonna plug my fav); it’s a move Charlotte does in almost every match against Asuka or Becky, and you gotta be not only built to pull it off, but you need to have impeccable timing to make the transition look smooth. Extra points if you lift them off the mat RIGHT before a 3 (which Charlotte usually does)

Anyway, good match with a messy last 2 sequences. Bayley did what Bayley does best.

Highlight: Bayley vs Bianca

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TLC:

They really took Eva Marie and Sasha Banks’ characters and meshed them together while keeping Carmella’s obsession for animal print lol.

Really don’t like that gear. That’s a miss, Mikaze.

Beautiful arm drag. Sasha taking the idea of wrestling like a Lucha more seriously? Cuz she should, ain’t nobody else in the MR doing it.

Commentators say the trash talk is continuing, I say Sasha is quietly leading this match with a grimace. Peeped that “hit me”.

Carmella goes to suicide dive through the ropes just for Reggie to catch her, cept she got caught up and started turning in midair. Would’ve hit her neck and shoulder HARD had he not been there. Great catch indeed.

Sasha “rip my back” Banks.

Not to be douchey, but if you have to adjust your gear in the middle of a match and it’s not just to fill time or be used as character work, then you need to redesign your gear.

Sasha’s a great babyface once that bell rings man. I wish she could carry that energy everywhere.

Holy fuck that facebuster. SPIKED her head, oh my god. I have never seen anyone make a facebuster look so impactful. Points if intentional.

Oh the timing of Sasha blocking that superkick from legit connecting. God she’s good.

You know how I know this is a good match? I’m watching some of these near pinfalls and submissions knowing damn well Sasha’s gonna win, yet my anxiety is still spiking thinking Carmella might walk out with the title. I KNOW she doesn’t though lmao. Good sequences, believable offense, great near pinfalls. They work well together (I’m not surprised, Mella and Sasha both work well with almost anyone)

What a fantastic transition into the bank statement. Points.

That match should’ve ended by dq the second Reggie pulled Mella out. 

Sasha could’ve sold that double superkick pinfall attempt a little bit more.

Carmella having a breakdown. What does that mean? That means she’s about to lose this match lmao. There it is, not even 10 seconds later hahaha.

Sasha sells pain so damn well. Good for her. Good defense of her title. Points to Sasha, she’s phenomenal every time she has an actual match. Post-match and she’s already annoyed me though lol. Ugh. Maybe she’ll get it soon enough.

Nice “replay” wwe. Billion dollar company btw.

Billie, drawing a horizontal line is not how you write ‘clairvoyant’. 

“proficient in Japanese” aw Asuka was so excited for a split second lmao.

Oh no, she made a mask to match Asuka’s with a paper plate. Oh no no no. Travesty. 

Ugh I’m so excited. I’ve already seen this and yet I’m excited. Here we are, the whole damn reason I started catching up on everything I basically refused to watch since June 22.

SHE LOOKS LIKE MONEY, WHEW. The queen IS back. She’s so fucking beautiful man.

Love how annoyed Nia looks. This is your comeuppance tbh. Could’ve just faced a measly Lana, but no, you had to play too much.

Really Charlotte shouldn’t be in the tag division, and really she shouldn’t give half of a fuck about Asuka, but we’ll get to that more in the future since this is already nearly 2 months old.

Nia’s doing a great job selling Charlotte’s return, and she’s not even active in the match rn. She does good work.

Bad camera angle on Asuka hitting the ring post.

Asuka getting wrecked lol.

I really despise that the Raw women’s championship was tied up in all of these storylines that have nothing to do with the Raw women’s championship. The Lana crap, the Charlotte crap, the tag teaming in general crap.

In hindsight, I now find it curious that Ric Flair was in the back for this match. Very curious. I swear, if the past 2 real time months weren’t a part of some master plan the Flairs came up with together, I will be SHOCKED.

Charlotte’s fucking crazy for doing those moonsaults to the outside though, for real. I know she was a gymnast and an exceptional cheerleader, but MAN you could not pay me to do fucking blind back flips that high up. Crazy.

She should’ve given us a spear in this match. I wanna go rewatch her work just to see some spears.

Good match. They needed to not focus on destroying Asuka for as long as they did, pacing was off for a little bit there.

Love how Charlotte sticks her tongue out when she bridges up into the figure 8. She’s such an asshole lmao.

If I could’ve changed one thing about that finish, I would’ve had Charlotte bounce off the ropes before hitting Natural Selection. Other than that, it was great.

Charlotte looks good with a title, idk *shrug*

The way Charlotte looked over at Asuka though. I really don’t trust her in hindsight lol.

Like how this Firefly Funhouse is setting the spotlight on Alexa before Bray takes his leave of absence, only wish she hadn’t missed 2-3 wks of tv.

What a fun way of running a video package.

Inferno matches are insane and I’m not sure why anyone would participate in such.

Think it’s smart they’re both leaving their jackets on tbh.

Alright that was cool. The way Fiend called up the flames was fucking cool. It looks amazing aesthetically. They could’ve never done the set quite like this if there had been fans.

WE HAVE STRAPS?! IS FIRE NOT ENOUGH?!? Man. Randy is a fucking trooper.

Guys. Guys excuse me, that strap is on fire, can... can we not, please??

Man is swinging a god damn pick axe at Randy Orton, I--

I hope that wasn’t actually flammable liquid cuz otherwise Randy is now soaked in it, and that’s insanely dangerous. Oh that’s great editing. So it was flammable, but Randy was out of the chair before the fire rushed at him. Also covered the chair in blood. That was cool.

Orton just pull the damn string out of the jacket real quick lol.

Caught Orton’s attempt at an rko with a mandable claw. Points.

Can someone... put him out? Editing trick? Were the flames real? Am I real??

Shouldn’t the bell ring? Match is over, right??

The dummy was kind of obvious ngl. Not to sound like an asshole, but they should’ve made it a bit thicker and more solid lol. Doesn’t really take me out of it though, cuz even though I’m sure it was a stunt double that got lit on fire by the ramp, someone was on fucking fire, and that’s intimidating in itself.

Also the dummy is melting. I’d say they should’ve used pig meat, but I’m sure vegans and animal rights activists would’ve had a field day writing to Snickers about that.

Was a good match, for what it was. I was entertained.

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*BONUS*

Main Event:

“Nasty Nikki” lol okay.

“The only reason people even know you exist is because you were Alexa Bliss’ best friend,” ouch. Truth is pain.

Ahahahah Lacey has hand sanitizer again. 

Love that submission Lacey jumped into through the ropes, plus an eye rake. Fantastic.

That’s curious. Lacey and Peyton are arguing over the hand sanitizer as Lacey wants to squirt it on Nikki, while Peyton is claiming it’ll get her DQd. Now I’m on Peyton’s side in the sense that it should absolutely be illegal, but Lacey’s done it in a match against Nikki before, sooo ???

I like how Nikki fell trying to get back into the ring before the 10 count. Adds credibility.

Haha Nikki gets the pinfall over Lacey because Peyton was being a nuisance on the outside. Lacey big mad. That’s great.

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*Smackdown easily shined the brightest in what was a great week of wrestling. Utilized 8 women in 3 different storylines, couldn’t possibly complain about that.

[theladylovingcrow]

Silk and Satin, Leather and Lace (Sanny smut fic)

⚠️ SMUT KINKY SMUT⚠️

Author (As known on Various sites): Lady Lover- Rockfic, Luluthechoosingcrow - AO3, theladylovingcrow - Deviantart and Wattpad, @sammy_bluebells - Instagram, @imacrowcawcaw - main Tumblr, @theladylovingcrow - writing/art Tumblr, @insannywestan - Sanny shipping Tumblr

Fandom: Greta Van Fleet

Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Danny Wagner (Sanny)

Length: 4000 words of SMUT

Warnings/Tags: cross dressing, lingerie, Sam in Lingerie, Sanny, kissing, smut, oral sex, blow jobs through underwear, dirty talking, getting rimmed while still in underwear, rim jobs, established relationship, Danny picking Sam up

Summary: Sam has a surprise for Danny - a lacy, kinky one. Lots of horny interactions ensue.

Author's Notes: I mean are you saying that beautiful, supermodel Sammy WOULDN'T look good in lingerie? Boy's so willowy and thin that a corset would shape him up so nice, and lace panties on that cute little bum... Yeah I have a kink lol. He'd just look so lovely I can't stop imagining it (and Zara you're certainly not helping (jk thank you @satans-helper as always for all the lovely feedback, this one is for you!!)) So here!

P.S. a lil mini playlist to listen to while reading: "Mein Herz Brennt" (Myuu - originally Rammstein), "Knocking on Heaven's Door" (Vitamin String Quartet - originally Guns n Roses) and "You Know My Name" (also VSQ - originally Chris Cornell) because I like classical versions of rock songs and that's what I listen to while writing. And yes, the title is from Steve Miller Band lol, "Abracadabra" is a good option too

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"Hey there, handsome. You doing something tonight?"

Danny looked up at the overused flirtation attempt and his breath caught in his throat.

There, in front of him, stood Sam.

His best friend.

Samuel Kiszka.

In LINGERIE.

A cream-colored, satin corset sucked in Sam's waist so small that Danny was sure he could fit his hands all the way around it. Having acted without his permission, Danny's fingertips had dropped his fork and were now grazing over the smooth fabric, then stretching out so that he could fit his hands above Sam's hips like he liked to.

The difference this time, though, was that his thumbs were only mere inches from brushing one another when he had Sam encircled. Danny stood, staring and feeling, trying to absorb what had appeared in front of him. The fabric was cool and soft under his fingers, the flower pattern slightly raised to cause a mixed sensation; burgundy lace panties clung to Sam's hips.

Danny ran his hands down the lines of Sam's body, pressing low on his pelvis and skimming the cream garter belt. The belt held up matching stockings that showed off skinny thighs and leanly muscles calves, adorned by little red bows at the top. A snug garter band was wrapped around Sam's right thigh, which Danny lovingly fingered.

"What's all this for?"

Danny could feel Sam's gaze on him, but he couldn't quite look away from his body, not yet. He was particularly fascinated by the bulge in the panties which made it abundantly clear that, though he was clad in feminine, curve-hugging lingerie, Sam was definitely male.

Finally, his eyes roamed back upwards to meet with Sam's. The question still hung in his head: what *was* all this for? He and Sam had fooled around enough times that one would think the bassist would realize Danny didn't mind that Sam was a guy. It was kind of a big part of their interactions, really.

"I wanted to see if you- if we'd like this. We all wear 'women's clothes' a lot," Sam said, making air quotes, "I know that, but I really, really like the pretty sort of stuff. I just... I just feel so nice and I think it accentuates my body very well. What do you think?"

Sam was looking at him with a mixture of erotic need and fear, probably of rejection, but he was in no danger of that from Danny. Who would have thought that Sammy would look a billion times better in lingerie than any woman? Not Danny, up until this point, but he thought that maybe some reevaluations of his opinions were in order.

"I think you look fucking amazing. You like this? I like it, and I have no problem with it."

Sam smiled that 1000 watt Kiszka smile at him and stepped forward to wrap his arms around Danny's neck. Danny caught him around the waist once more, letting his hands settle firmly on that tiny center. So small - so pretty! Danny wondered, would he be able to lift Sam up like this?

With a quiet grunt, Danny hoisted Sam a few inches into the air, which made him laugh in delighted surprise and wrap his legs around Danny's thighs. Sam clung to him like wet paper as Danny carefully turned around to set him on the table where he had been having a snack and working on some new lyrics.

Sam was set down on the clear part of the table, but he kept Danny's body wrapped up in his own. His brown hair hung down on his shoulders, hiding the little bit of broadness he had on them.

Danny leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Sam's left collarbone, then the right. He continued to plant his silent seedlings of love up and down Sam's throat and shoulders. As his lover's barely audible, at first, sighs grew in volume, so did Danny's desperation.

His gripped skinny, nylon covered thighs in strong hands, pulling Sam into him - until they were practically one odd shaped person leaning against a table instead of two young men indulging their secret desires. Danny worked his way back up to Sam's face, kissing him slow and deep.

Sam grabbed Danny's cheeks, holding him close. Their tongues tangled as their mouths finally met in an intense kiss. Danny moaned in the back of his throat, already incredibly worked up from the erotic piece of art that was Sammy Kiszka.

Sam was making soft sounds, little breathy 'mmm's and 'oh's against Danny. He stroked his lover's hair, smoothing it out of the way when black tresses fell in between their eyes. Squeezing with his thighs, Sam moved his body against Danny in a desperate rhythm to gain friction for his cock.

Danny, with a great amount of will power and physical strength, extracted himself from Sam's lean legs to drop to his knees in front of the table. He pushed on Sam's chest, gently encouraging him to lean back a little and give Danny more room to work.

The dark red lace of the panties was made even darker with sweat and precum, wet against Danny's nose. Inhaling brought the heady smells of his favorite person: alcohol-heavy cologne, Old Spice body wash, and male musk. It was fascinating - the feel of delicate lace and the boy scent of Sam; the sight of a straining cock trapped under pretty garments.

Danny lifted Sam's legs with a hand under each thigh, spreading them over his shoulders. He turned his head to the left, kissing and nipping at the soft skin of Sam's inner thighs. Sam spread his legs wider, giving Danny more access to himself.

Giving one final love bite to his thighs, Danny moved on to the erection straining against Sam's panties. The head was peaking out of one of the leg holes against Sam's thigh where he had tucked it, so Danny gave it an affectionate lick.

Sam whimpered above him, back arching off the table and hands tangled in Danny's luscious hair. His stomach - and deeper, down into his soul, even - churned pleasantly when Danny mouthed over his cock, soaking it through the lace with saliva.

Danny kept licking and sucking Sam's length all over through his panties, getting everything warm and wet. He pulled back and blew a breath of air that made Sam stir with the sudden coldness, tightening his hand in Danny's hair as a slight warning. Danny did it again, quickly, then reattached his mouth to the head and sucked it inside - hard - so that Sam wouldn't complain.

Legs squeezing around his skull and guiding him in closer, Danny let Sam set the pace for a time. It was more difficult to blow Sam through the fabric, but he was up to the challenge.

Sam was getting louder, voice even raspier than it usually was as he encouraged Danny through moans and a gritted out "Yeah, baby, yeah. So good."

Danny felt a wave of desperation wash over him, making the cock in his jeans strain painfully and the one in his mouth taste all the sweeter. He wrestled with Sam's limbs, all four of them holding onto him in some way, to get free for just a second.

Sam whined in loss, holding Danny tighter for a moment then letting him go entirely and falling completely slack back onto the table.

Danny hurriedly stood and grappled with his Western-style belt, having some trouble getting the silver eagle to unhook from the leather. He finally succeeded in opening it, the clink making Sam look up.

His eyes immediately darkened and pupils expanded, looking at Danny's hands working over his crotch with pure lust. Danny noticed Sam looking and made a little show of it, carefully separating the buckle from the leather and letting them both fall to hang from the loops, framing his covered erection.

He let his thumb rest underneath the button, not undoing it yet. Sam made an encouraging noise and sat up a little further, using an elbow to prop himself up. His big eyes were staring at Danny, his face was flushed, his chest expanding in fast rhythm within the corset's top; he looked absolutely delectable.

Danny couldn't wait a second longer, not with Sam biting his lip like that. He popped the button and unzipped the fly; spread the denim apart and gave his dick a relieving squeeze now that he could get to it.

Sufficiently comfortable now, Danny resumed his position kneeling in between Sam's legs, letting one hand gather up Sam's lace covered balls. He rolled and squeezed them as he laved his tongue over the base of Sam's cock, enjoying the soft, warm weight in his palm.

Sam's hips bucked, rubbing his erection across Danny's face and smearing precum on his lips. He pushed at the back of Danny's head, bringing him close so that he could grind against his face.

Danny closes his eyes and sighed, taking in the sensations: hot, hard dick, sopping wet lace, musk, Sam's fingers in his hair and the legs resting on his shoulders, the testes is his hand. Everything was overwhelmed with his love of being in this situation, of offering his body to Sam to please him.

Danny worshipped Sam, everything about him; his laugh, his hair, his mind, heart, and creativity. He knew that he was in love with Sam - as a brother and friend, definitely, intense yet intimate moments like now reminding him that his beating heart screamed "Romantically, too! You love him more than life itself!"

"Danny!" Sam sobbed, close to losing it. The teasing licks and rubs felt amazing, but they were held off just enough to keep him on the edge of cumming.

Sam grabbed his head in both hands, by the cheeks, putting Danny exactly where he wanted him. He moved his pelvis in a circle, letting Danny's stroking hands and face rub him while his burning mouth sucked Sam down as far as Danny could go, which was about two and a half inches - in part because if his gag reflex, and partly the panties making it difficult to fit anything more into his mouth.

Danny fondled his balls again, letting his middle finger down lower to tease at Sam's taint, and then his hole. He let Sam fuck his face as he listened to the moans and praises, pride glowing at causing such an ethereal beauty to break down in the throes of pleasure.

Sam bucked and quaked, holding onto Danny for dear life as he came into his mouth. Danny worked him through it, tongue pulsating and finger digging between Sam's cheeks, pushing the soft fabric partway into his entrance.

Danny swallowed the load Sam gave him, licking around the head of Sam's cock and then his own mouth to make sure he got everything. It had been a more unpleasant surprise the first few times, but he had acquired quite a taste - a burning desire, sometimes - for Sam's semen, knowing that it was all for him, caused by him.

"Ugghhh..." Sam groaned, body limp except for a few tremors occasionally running through his nervous system.

Danny started kissing at his thighs again, his hips, his sticky cock and panties; anywhere his mouth could reach. Sam whimpered, rocking back and forth like he wasn't sure if he should pull away from oversensitivity or let Danny inevitably bring him more pleasure.

Using his thumb, Danny pressed the panties to Sam's hole, slowly trailing the digit up to his taint and rubbing it hard. He brought his mouth to Sam's balls, licking them and even sucking one into his mouth, carefully.

"Danny, oh... fuck."

Danny grinned around Sam in his mouth, using his left hand to pet him over the lace again. He removed his mouth from Sam's balls and trailed his wet, spit slick lips down the crease in between Sam's thigh and hip.

He hooked two fingers around the underwear, pulling them aside and baring Sam's clenching hole to the air. Sam hiked his knees higher into the air, planting his stocking covered feet on Danny's shoulders: presenting himself. Danny himself groaned, already envisioning how Sam would look spread and dripping. He would get him there.

Danny stuck his tongue out, softly touching it to the skin right next to the pucker. He wiggled it, swirling it around and around Sam's hole until finally delving right into the center.

Sam shuddered and pressed his feet down, groaning encouragement. Danny flicked his tongue and let saliva flow off of it, getting the area hopefully lubricated enough to make going inside Sam a little bit more comfortable.

It took awhile of working in and out - poke inside, pull out, lick, try again - but Danny finally got half of his tongue into Sam's ass. That was all that he would be able to, he knew; and besides, Sam was a sobbing mess above him, indicating that it was more than okay already.

Danny suctioned his lips around Sam's hole. He let them glide and suck, almost kissing Sam's lower end like he would his upper. His left hand continued working Sam's cock, right squeezing at Sam's thigh, mouth eating Sam like he was Danny's favorite fruit.

He pulled back, admiring Sam's shiny hole for a minute as he took the hand off of Sam's thigh and moved it to his own erection, stroking over his underwear - not a lace thong, but regular boxer briefs. Danny shoved the elastic down and took his cock out, hissing a bit as the autumnal air, colder even inside, met it.

Sam had taken over stroking himself, wrapping his hand over Danny's and moving it for him, using him. He was propped up on his elbows again, watching Danny touch himself and panting hard.

"Finger me, please. Wanna feel you in me," Sam pleaded, digging his heels into Danny's back to pull him closer.

Danny gave a final kiss to Sam's ass - and wasn't he always, in a way - then nodded and jumped up, frantically searching all of the drawers he could see, but not finding anything. Then he ransacked Jake's backpack on the couch, knowing it would have- there! Good ol' Astroglide.

Sam laughed at his triumphant exclamation; high, breathy, preoccupied with arousal. "Want me to roll over, or bend over?"

"No, just like you are, Sammy. Unless you're uncomfortable?" Danny purred, staying standing thid time, popping the cap on the lube and squirting some onto the fingers of his right hand.

"I'm good. Hell, I'm great, can't wait for you to do that thing with your fingers, you know I love it."

Sam did indeed love it, Danny knew. He called it Danny's signature move, and for good reason; it made very person he used it on immediately cry desperately for more and give up all control in their desire to get some. Of course, Sam was most often the one on the receiving end of this maneuver, and he very much enjoyed it everytime.

Danny breathed out on the lube in his hand as he rubbed his fingers together, trying to warm it up a bit; despite Sam never seeming to feel the chill -- and Danny honestly wasn't sure how he wasn't shivering enough to fall off the table in just his skimpy little outfit - *God* -- he didn't think that freezing cold gel up the ass would feel very nice.

Sam jumped a little anyways when Danny's fingers pulled aside the panties again and met his ass, but it was more a hip thrust of eagerness than discomfort or surprise. Danny circled his hole, getting the surrounding area nice and slick, too, before carefully, gently pressing his forefinger in to the first knuckle.

He was met with melting, velvet soft heat that made him moan aloud. Sam was so hot, literally. It always shocked him, that first entrance; as if his mind didn't contain an adequate way to store the memory of the heat, despite having experienced it a plethora of times, now.

Sam reached over, straining his stomach, and took the lube from Danny. Sam was fully erect again, having the stamina to sustain multiple, quick arousals and more than enough material to cause them. He adjusted himself so that his cock was now facing upwards, instead of out of the leghole of his panties, squirting a little lube on and stroking it over the soft skin.

Danny pushed his finger in completely, feeling Sam clench and relax and clench again around him. He wiggled it back and forth, slowly, not wanting to hurt Sam with a weird angle but trying to find his prostate.

He knew he got it when he felt that difference in density of flesh and Sam shouted, clenching right around him. Danny made sure to keep his hand at the same angle, moving his finger in a staccato rhythm so he could hit it with every push in.

Sam had one hand fisted around the garter on his left thigh, stretching it as he tried to control himself.

Danny laid his unoccupied hand on Sam's belly, over the corset, rubbing it comfortingly, and hopefully permeating some heat through to Sam's skin.

"How much do you want, Sam?" He asked quietly, watching with fascination as Sam writhed on his single finger.

"Two. Another one, please, I can take two. Want it, Danny, love your hands. Need you in me."

Danny loved Sam's dirty talking, and Sam knew it. All of his usual eloquence went out the window when it was just the two of them - cocks, tongues, hands, bodies stroking and exploring - and he spouted the filthiest, horniest demands Danny had ever heard. It was like there was a chemical released when the two of them met; pheromones making Sam go crazy with a need he couldn't mask. Danny always delivered.

Danny took the offered bottle back from Sam and dribbled a bit onto his taint, pulling his finger out and gathering it all up before push two back in. He twisted and pumped, brushing over Sam's prostate and stretching him perfect just how he knew Sam liked.

"C'mere. I've left you on your own long enough," Sam said, eyeing Danny's hard cock in his underwear.

Wrapping his leg loosely around Danny's hip, Sam pulled him in until their pelvises nearly met and sat up, still trying to keep Danny inside of him. He took Danny's cock out of his underwear and started stroking him, but the angle was wrong for either of them to serve eachother.

"Okay, this isn't working," Sam huffed, letting go of Danny and using his hands to hold his torso upright instead of his core strength - which the corset was making it hard for him to do.

"Yeah, it isn't. Here, you lean back like that and I'll come forward," Danny said.

He put the hand not in Sam's ass on the table behind him, leaning ober so that his body was parallel with Sam's diagonal one. Sam resumed jerking him off, wrapping his other hand around the back of Danny's neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

They swapped love laden saliva, groaning against each other's mouths and both racing to bring the other to finish first. It was most likely going to be Danny, since he had been letting all of the arousal stew, unlike Sam - though that didn't mean he wasnt going to try.

Danny put his hand on Sam's lower back, holding him up. He ran his fingers over the laces of the corset, enjoying the bumps of chord and textured fabric. He brought his hand to Sam's hip, squeezing it tight and hooking his pinky under the garter, snapping it and making Sam chuckle breathlessly.

"You're so fucking pretty, Sammy. Can't believe you did this, you look amazing."

"You should see yourself, then, you're gorgeous," Sam replied, kissing his jaw and stroking him faster.

"Still think you're prettier, but okay. Now c'mon, cum for me, sweetheart," Danny begged, biting Sam's lower lip and ruthlessly rubbing his prostate.

Sam let loose something close to a shriek, taking his hand off the table to frantically stroke himself to a second orgasm.

"Danny, ohh..." He moaned, then gasped, high pitched.

Danny grinned. He loved watching Sam come undone - and, he had one the race (or lost, rather, but that was the point).

Slowing the pumping of his fingers, Danny relished the last few contractions of Sam's insides before gingerly pulling out. He kissed Sam's neck, adding to the trail of hickeys he had left when they started.

Sam panted against his shoulder, stroking Danny quick and hard to bring him to an intense orgasm. The wait had been worth it, because Danny was sure he hadn't cum like that in quite a while, and certainly never with someone other than Sam. They were compatible in everyway possible, this proved it.

"Holy shit!" Sam sighed, slumping onto Danny now that they were both spent.

Danny hummed in agreement, holding Sam close, sticking hand held awkwardly away from his body. Sam had no qualms about that and gleefully wipes his cum all over Danny's back, which got him a swat on the back of his thigh, right where it was most tender below his ass; it wouldn't be unfeasible to say that Danny had become acquainted with where to hit Sam's backside a few times before.

"Hey!" Danny protested, knowing that Sam didn't care a lick.

"Well, maybe you should take it off if you don't like me doing that. Why are you wearing so many clothes, anyways?" Sam asked.

"Oh right, taking my shirt off is the solution instead of you just not wiping your seed on me," Danny rolled his eyes, but unbuttoned his flannel anyways and dropped it to the floor. Sam spread his hands over Danny's broad chest, flicking his nipples and squeezing his pecs. "And I was totally occupied with you, I couldn't pull away long enough to get my clothes off, just my belt."

"I suppose that's all you need, though it didn't save your shorts, so don't 'hey' me for getting cum on your shirt. Speaking of, I think these undies are trashed, you did a good job," Sam said, raising a brow.

Danny looked down at the lace, all covered with semen, lube, and spit; soiled and stretched out. He felt it with two fingers - the ones that had been inside Sam, in fact - and concluded that they were indeed insalvagable.

"Okay, I'll get you some new ones."

"Really?" Sam's eyes lit up with happiness and some leftover arousal. "You'd by me women's panties?"

Danny blushed and nodded, kissing Sam sweetly. "Yeah," he said, pulling away a few inches, "I'd love to. Anything you want, you look so hot in them."

"That's awesome," Sam said, sighing. "You're awesome, and you always make me cum super hard, I love that about you." Danny snorted.

"Do you need help getting out of that?" He asked, curious to how Sam had actually gotten the stuff on - or where he'd even gotten it at.

"Please, I don't think I can untie this behind my back. We should clean up first, though."

"Okay."

Danny put one arm under Sam's ass and used the other to hold onto his waist, swiftly lifting him off the table he had earlier set him on. Sam laughed, hanging on for the ride as Danny carried him to the bathroom like he was a koala.

"When are you gonna wear this stuff again?" Danny asked, setting him down on the counter.

"As soon as you buy me more," Sam replied, taking Danny's hand and placing it back in between his legs, over the ruined fabric covering his stretched out hole.

[katastrophekidarchive]

Opinion on the witchcraft vibes?? I'm kinda scared

Hi Nonnie! I’m growing a little skeptical of the aesthetic and theme of the new era for a couple of main reasons. 

From a purely PR standpoint, the creative choice gives me pause. Most everyone knows about the Daily Mail debacle and how during the TBP era MCR got brutal, inaccurate press about them being a cult and all that junk. Do they really want to make it so easy for that to happen again? Another PR-related consideration is MCR’s largely teenage fanbase. It was already hard enough for a kid to convince one’s parents that MCR isn’t evil, lol. Imagery like this surely isn’t going to help matters any! 

The second reason is the one I might get some flak for, haha. My opinion here stems from my Christian faith, which teaches that there is no such thing as as good or safe witchcraft. Even in so-called “white” witchcraft, one is messing with spirits and powers that one cannot trust to have one’s best interests at heart. I do not have first-hand experience with this and cannot speak to it personally, but you can find the stories of many of ex-witches online (whether now Christians or not) who can. And as a Christian, I personally do not condone or wish to participate in witchcraft. 

(Granted, I realize there are a lot of witches and baby witches in the MCR fandom and I love ‘em all dearly; people are always people first to me. I hope that no one hears this opinion as a personal attack because that is not my intent at all.) 

(Another small caveat here, while I’m at it: I don’t think exploring one’s spirituality and learning about different spiritualities is bad or wrong. We’re taught it’s okay – healthy and good, even — to wrestle with one’s faith. How one is supposed to balance that with not getting into things that one really doesn’t wanna mess with, though, I dunno.) 

It’s no secret I have been a fervent MCR fan for several years now and I’m a little disappointed to see them going in this direction — for the PR reason and because of what my faith teaches. If it were any other band, I’d write it off as a shallow aesthetic choice and not think much more about it. However, we know Gerard does practice to some degree so that’s not the case here. 

That said, I’m not writing them off. 

I think a Christian can absolutely can still be a fan of an artist’s work and appreciate it without agreeing with everything they do/believe. 

This doesn’t mean I’m going to buy merch with pentagrams on it or whatever, but unless there are actual spells incorporated into certain songs (Gerard practices, so hey, that’s a possibility), I think the music itself will be fine to listen to. 

Christians are called to be discerning about everything they consume (guard your heart and all that). Personally I have needed to be discerning about MCR from the get-go, what with some of the shenanigans they have gotten up to over the years, haha! (And I could probably stand to be a little more selective, admittedly.) That said, I don’t project my faith onto people who don’t share it. Christians shouldn’t expect non-Christians to act like Christians, nor get offended when they don’t. You know? 

This guarding one’s heart thing isn’t limited to MCR obviously – I enjoy a lot of secular fantasy media that incorporates elements of witchcraft (however inaccurate it may be), such as the Supernatural tv show, which I enjoy as a story but kind of roll my eyes at because they don’t even TRY to be legit about anything to do with spells or spirituality/theology, lol. 

Some Christians may draw a harsher line than me and be like, ‘Nope, I don’t want to participate in this at all.’ And that’s fine too, but I don’t think there’s any reason to throw the baby out with the bathwater here. 

So while I’m kind of side-eyeing the band for it from a PR standpoint (do they really want to open themselves up to going through the whole cult accusation PR nightmare again?) and draw a line at condoning or participating in the witchcraft elements, I still consider myself part of the fandom and am really looking forward to the new music that I hope we’re getting. 

So yeah, we’re called to carefully consider what we participate in and support. As a Christian, however, I don’t have to be scared of witchcraft because God is more powerful than any of that. 

I guess what I’m saying, Nonnie, is that I’d be discerning. But I wouldn’t be afraid. 

Peace

[cruzrogue]

F’M Smoak

#Fictober19 @fictober-event

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for fanfiction:

Prompt number: 5  “I might just kiss you.”

Fandom (AU if applicable): #arrow fanfiction #olicity #Flommy

Thomas Merlyn/ Felicity Smoak

Rating:G

Warnings/Tags: Fluff (friendship)

F’M Smoak

Summary:

Goth Felicity can sing and it brings unwanted attention from a lacrosse player. In the midst of this she meets a charming college guy who she easily befriends.

As her sweetest song she’s singing right now has that quite different sound from the array of beats of the rest of her lyrical music. She loves this one as it is of a sweet innocence and it is gushy and a real love song but she plays it with such heartfelt gusto saying the chorus again and again as the song comes to an end.    

“I might just kiss you.”

The crowd cheering loudly for a favorite that seems to appear every so often with a local college band that play instruments for her to sing a few original songs. She’s taking in the audience. In the last few months it seems she been gathering a few followers. It’s cool and all but sometimes these fans kind of come on way to strong and she it takes her from her comfort zone. She’s glad the owner of at least this establishment keeps an eye on the rowdiness. Sometimes things escalate quickly and Felicity feels so out of her element trying to deal with overeager men.

Tonight, is no exception as she’s occupied on her last song of the night that she doesn’t see the lacrosse player she’s had to repeatedly decline slip back stage. The guy doesn’t take no very well. Last time he was extremely drunk and thought she’d do for some fun that night. Kicking him in the gonads wasn’t enough to get the point across that she truly isn’t interested in some guy who creeps her out. Its not like she didn’t express that she was underage and doesn’t even drink. Not that the bar would serve her anyhow. Thank goodness the bouncer threw the lacrosse player out before she’d have to call the police.

That night may be one night of many. So, her enthusiasm to keep rocking hasn’t been spoiled by a few bad apples. She likes to sing these darker songs that fit her young being alone temperament. She’s still a teenager and basically is all by herself in this world if she doesn’t count her mom who is thousands of miles away in Las Vegas. Being a kid and really having to rely on herself is got to be the biggest mood.

When she needed cash for a small project that has become a go to happy hobby of hers. She’s finds old computers and put them back together to create a library of computer power. It costs a lot of dough to refit with new components. Technology is not cheap.

Her roommate seriously told her to try stripping. That got Felicity to raise her eyebrows at the girl. First, she was underage and that didn’t seem to faze her roommate at all it only made Felicity become more withdrawn in that friendship. She isn’t going to become a stripper, she just wasn’t. Soon after she met a few guys at karaoke that had a falling out with their main singer and well after a few conversations they tried it out. She just wants to play short term while they find a new front for the group. She doubts this is what she’ll want long term anyhow.

Her edgy voice bringing the crowd to erupt to a chorus she humming out. It seems they love this particular song. She wrote it weeks ago when a college frat boy broke her heart. He didn’t literal break it with any misdeeds he broke it by telling her she wasn’t his type. His loss because he gave her a song that connected with loads of people. Raising her arm at the end and enjoying the audience clapping she just follows the guys downstairs where this cute college looking guy tells her how great the performance was.

“That was truly awesome.”

“Thanks. My bandmates really did amazing up there.”

“Yea, but your voice. It holds this melody that I really liked.”

She just smiles. Her bandmates already moving out of view. “Thanks again. I’m just going to go back there. I’m super parched.”

“I can get you a drink?”

“Sorry. No thanks. That nice of you…” Felicity gives him another sweet smile before adding, “and all.”

“Tommy. That’s my name.”

“Okay, thanks Tommy. I don’t want to keep you from your friends.” She looking at a few guys holding their thumbs up at him. It makes him sigh.

“Sorry, they are… were with me. Don’t let them get to you. They can be jerks.”

“Well then. You should than probably make better friends.” She winks and starts to leave but then turns to him. “Care to join me in a refreshing bottle of water?”

“Water huh? You’re to young to be alcoholic?” He then adds, “Or just too young?”

“I’m too young to drink.” She laughs as she goes to grab a drink that is left there for her when a hand grabs her wrist.

“Hey, baby miss me?”

“You? What are you doing here?” Felicity trying to wrestle her wrist away with no luck.

“Your voice is so angelic and how can I keep away when all I want is to take care of you babes?” He pushes her closer and her other arm shoots out helping her to keep her distance.

“How did you get backstage?”

Tommy taking in the quick happening scene when his mind took that this guy wasn’t someone she wanted to talk to.

“Hey, I don’t think the lady is interested.”

“Fuck off frat boy. I got this.”

That makes Tommy come closer. Felicity doesn’t want the new stranger to get involved any deeper. “Tommy, its okay. I can handle it.”

“You shouldn’t have to. If this creep is bothering you.” His voice a little higher that it gets the guys that are putting their instruments away off on the other side take notice. They are now on alarm and start to head to Felicity’s defense.

“Hey F’M do you know these guys?”

Felicity pulls her wrist again from the obvious stalker of a few weeks but his grip is tighter.

Tommy speaks out, “I just met her. Though this guy is physically not letting her go.”

“Hey man, let her go!” The four guys from the band are now just poised and looking at the jerk.

“This bitch wants me. We’ve gotten to know each other for awhile now. We are going. Right babe?” He gives her a very dark stare as if she doesn’t cooperate there will be hell to pay.

Felicity gazes at the player and for a split second thinks it be good to listen and no escalation of violence will take place if she just does as he asks. It when she turns her eyes towards Tommy and sees something. A way out. He there and his stance is of someone who will help and not cower but he is waiting on her decision. She nods to him. That nod only makes him rigid. His words now controlled as his deep voice leaves no room of doubt, “She isn’t leaving with you.”

Just before the lacrosse player can say a word the owner has made his appearance with a bouncer and he notices as he gives a look to the player and then looks him dead in the eyes. “I thought I told you to never come back? Get out!”

Felicity pulls hard and her wrist is free. Tommy takes a risk as he places his body between the jerk and the singer he really enjoyed tonight.

Years later…

Felicity walks as silently as she can towards where the door down to the foundry at Verdant. She stops when she hears a voice.

“You know, I knew I know your face from some place.”

Felicity whips around to look at Tommy Merlyn behind a bar. They haven’t really talked since that incident. It was so many years ago. So much has changed. Even the color of her hair is a different. No more Goth and she quite literally is the flipped coin of her youth.

“Hi Tommy. I didn’t see you there?”

“Another late night down stairs working on wiring issues?”

“Um… well.”

“Hmm Hm. You are a busy IT girl. Got to say Oliver really is working you overtime.”

“Well he asked nicely and…”

“I bet he did. I’m more interested in the whole transformation?”

“Transformation? You must be thinking of someone else?”

He laughs. “I could be. Though I think we both know you are the spitting image of F’M Smoak.” He sees she doesn’t say a word waiting on what he is going to say next. “Felicity Smoak what does M stand for?”

“My middle name Megan.”

“You gave up singing?”

She shrugs. “It brought out some weirdos and my passion is with technology.”

“You were good?”

“I think you are just being nice.”

He pulls a shirt from under the bar. Letting her see the name across the smoke’s emblem of her name. “I’ve held on to this shirt since seeing you for a third time. It was hard to go backstage because of the bouncers. Heard you were getting way too many eager fans.”

“Yea, side effect. It all died down after I took a work study program working with my main love.”

“Good for you. Though it be a shame if that voice never makes a debut again.”

“Tommy, let us keep this little story to ourselves. No one needs to know.”

“Fine, if that is what you really want. Verdant could use the talent.”

“Well Merlyn, maybe I could play a set on Halloween because that is the only time, I’ll wear a mask and even be something I’m not anymore.”

“Maybe I’ll take you up on that offer.”

“And I am deeply sorry that you got a black eye over me.”

“Oh yes, that dude threw a mean one.”

“He was a total ass and let’s just say that he’s still on the government watch list to this day.”

Tommy smiles. “Okay Smoak, guess you should go do whatever you’re supposed to be doing.” He winks at her as he turns around. “He is most likely downstairs being moody while wondering where you are.”

She shakes her head, “It isn’t like that.”

He doesn’t turn to look at her again, “Sure! If you say so. Goodnight.” He knows she still there as he lets out the last melody of a certain song, “I might just kiss you.”

He hears her whimsical laughter as she calls out “Night Tommy!”

When he hears the downstairs lock click, he turns to watch her go. Mumbling low, “Damn fool downstairs has no idea what a lucky prick he is.”

[rogertaylors-lipgloss]

Update: Links to Chapters Two and Three

Untitled Ben Hardy x Reader Chapter One

I don’t think y’all are ready for this. I’m not ready for this. 

Reader works for the costume designer for the Bohemian Rhapsody film, where she meets Ben Hardy and the rest of the BoRhap boys. I said that this would be a slow burn but I lied and there is already smut coming in the second chapter, which will be coming very soon bc I’ve already written most of it. What can I say? I’m a slut for some smut. 

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.3k 

You looked around at the costume area wondering how you had ended up here. You had been an American student studying abroad in England when a production team had reached out to the history department at the school you attended. They were looking for someone with an extensive knowledge of 20th century fashion and you were the only one who fit that qualification. It seemed odd to most people when you told them you studied the history of fashion, but something about the way people used clothing to express themselves had historical connotations that you desperately wanted to find. You had written your undergraduate thesis on the relationship between feminism and fashion in the mid- to late 20th century and it had earned you a spot in a master’s program in England.

The movie you had been hand-picked for was an upcoming biopic of Queen, one of your favorite bands, and its charismatic front man Freddie Mercury. You had already met the head costume designer, Julian Day, several times beforehand but none of the cast. This wasn’t your first day on set, but you were still nervous. Looking around, your eyes found Julian, who was busy adjusting the clothing of whom you assumed to be one of the main actors in the film. He looked up, and smiling said, “Ah, Y/N! Could you come over here and take a look at this?” You walked closer to get a better look, and the man he was working on turned to greet you. “Y/N, this is Ben Hardy. He is playing Roger Taylor in the film. Ben, this is my newest assistant, Y/N.” You were eyes locked with his, which were the clearest shade of green you’d ever seen. They perfectly resembled aventurine, you thought, recalling the stone from a geology class you’d been suckered into taking a few years ago. His heart-shaped face was framed by a shoulder-length, shaggy blonde fringe that you correctly assumed to be a wig.

Ben caught you staring, and he flashed a smile. “Hello there, Y/N.” He had a thick accent, but you hadn’t been in England long enough to know the origin. Looking at Julian and then back at you, he said, “another fashion student, I assume?”

You snorted. Not that you had anything against the fashion industry, especially given your studies, but his tone felt dismissive. “No actually,” you said. “I’m a historian.”

He looked a bit embarrassed, and Julian interjected, “She’s doing quite well, actually. Y/N has been helping me research fabrics and patterns. She’s even spent her free time trudging through every thrift store in the country trying to help me out.” You beamed.

Remembering why he had called you over, you positioned yourself to take in Ben’s outfit. Julian had dressed him in a black button-up shirt, a glossy gold and black jacket, and tight black pants. Cocking your head, you realized what needed to be changed. “Roger wouldn’t be wearing a shirt,” you said.

“Most girls let me take them on a date before they want to see me naked. How scandalous!” Ben said, wiggling his eyebrows. You laughed.

Julian rolled his eyes. “Just take it off, please.” Ben winked at you as he started unbuttoning his shirt.

After finalizing the last touches on the outfit, Julian turned to you. “I need you to make another trip to the shops today, try to find some more pieces for the boys. It also wouldn’t hurt to stock up on some things for the extras.”

You nodded. “Sure thing, Julian.” You walked over to wear you had left your bag, picked it up, and started fishing for your keys as you made your way for the door.

Ben had overheard and rushed to catch up with you. “Wait,” he shouted. “D’you mind if I come along? I mean, it would only make sense seeing as it is my wardrobe your shopping for.”

He didn’t know anything about you, but he didn’t care. Something about you drew him in, enticing him. Towering over you, his wide eyes bore into yours. You knew nothing of him apart from his role in the film, but he seemed decent and he at least had a good sense of humor. Not to mention you thought he was drop dead gorgeous. So you shrugged and said, “sure.”

Shortening his stride to match your own, he walked silently with you through the chaos of the production stage. “Hey Ben,” someone shouted. “Where are you going, dude?” You looked over to see a couple of other actors lounging about. You both stopped walking, and you hung back as he walked over to where they were sitting. Ben looked back at you and gestured for you to follow him. “Guys, this is Y/N. She’s helping Julian out with costuming. Y/N, this is Joe, Rami, and Gwil.”

A tall, gangly man with dark brown hair and flawless cheekbones reached his hand out to shake yours. “Gwilym, actually. Gwilym Lee. You may also call me Gwil, though. If you’d like.” You smiled and shook back. “I’m playing Brian.” The others introduced themselves as Joe Mazzello, who was playing John Deacon, and Rami Malek, who was playing the legendary Freddie Mercury. Where Joe was pale and redheaded, with a childlike gleam in his eye, Rami was more serious, with wide eyes and lovely olive skin. You recognized them both from Jurassic Park and Mr. Robot, respectively.

“So, what are you two doing?” Joe asked excitedly, clearly not wanting to miss out on any potential for fun.

“Y/N has to go to the shops to gather some pieces for us and the extras, I was just tagging along.” He looked down at his feet to hide his flushing cheeks, running a hand through his hair.

“Well obviously we’re coming with you, right guys?” Joe looked over at Rami and Gwilym, who shook their heads slightly and chuckled. Joe was the only one who couldn’t sense that Ben was trying to get to know you and might possibly want to be alone.

Luckily for Joe, you didn’t catch that either. “It might be a tight squeeze, but I think there should be enough room in my car.” Rami and Gwilym exchanged glances. Clearly you were a saint for entertaining Joe, they thought.

“SHOTGUN!” Joe shouted as he began jogging towards the parking lot.

           At the university, everything you’d needed was within walking distance. So when you were hired, Julian had been kind enough to rent a car for you, knowing you would have to drive for the job pretty regularly. The car wasn’t anything to lust over, just an older Volkswagen Golf. But it was easy to drive and had just enough room for you shove stacks of books and clothes into the cargo area. You silently thanked God that you had decided to clean it this morning. After you unlocked the car, Joe dove into the passenger seat, clicking the seatbelt before any of the other boys could wrestle him out. Ben reluctantly slid across the backseat, with Gwilym and Rami close behind. The three boys squished together in the back was quite a sight, and you laughed as they struggled to fit.

           One of your favorite stops wasn’t far from the studio. It was housed in a large warehouse and the inventory was constantly in flux. As you checked to make sure you had the studio’s card before getting out of the car, you didn’t notice Ben jump out of the car and walk over to open the door for you. “Oh my god, could you be any more obvious, Ben?” Rami rolled his eyes, warranting an elbow to the ribs from Gwilym. You didn’t hear them and smiled at Ben as you slid out of the driver’s seat.  

           The owner of the shop recognized you and gave you a nod as you walked in, Ben, Rami, Joe, and Gwilym trailing rowdily behind you. Ben admired you as you walked down one of the rows filled with clothes, gently tracing your hand along the full hangers. The way you could so quickly discern whether or not a garment was worth your time, without even pulling it from the rack, was impressive. He desperately wanted to know more about you.

           “So,” he broached. “what did you do before you started working for Julian?”

“What did you do before you were cast in the movie?” You quipped back. Seeing him taken aback, you quickly covered, “I was studying at a university. It was difficult to get my visa switched over, but Julian somehow made it happen. I hope to go back and finish up after the film wraps.”

           “He must have really thought you had potential. I can tell he’s quite thrilled with your work, though it’s not hard to see why.”

You blushed at Ben’s compliment. Before you could respond, Joe and Rami jumped out of a nearby rack nearly giving you a heart attack. The two boys, from what you could tell, had been up to no good. Joe was dressed in a vintage fur coat with a broach the size of an apple. Rami had on an outrageous hat with large feathers of some kind sprouting out of it. Suddenly, Gwilym appeared at the end of the row, wearing nothing but an old nightgown and a feather boa. You busted into a fit of laughter, tears springing to your eyes. God how you hated the sound of your own laugh, a snort followed by uncontrollable cackling, but to Ben it was utterly charming, and he let out a laugh of his own. Turning to Ben, you asked, “are they always like this?”

“Well, we haven’t started filming yet, but so far, yeah.”

“Oh hush, you love us,” Gwilym jibed. “Got to keep ourselves busy somehow, love.”

“It’s all Joe really,” Rami sarcastically replied.

“Hey, I can’t help it if I’m the only one with a sense of humor on this set.” The boys responded to Joe with a round of “whatever” and “yeah right.”  

You glimpsed closer at the nightgown Gwil had on. “Gwilym,” you said, “I think you’ve actually done me a huge favor.” You pulled out your phone and scrolled through until you found the right picture. The boys huddled around you trying to look at the screen. Absentmindedly, Ben placed his hand on the small of your back while he peered down at the photo, and you met his eyes with a shy smile. It was a still of Brian May from Queen’s “I Want to Break Free” music video.  

“It’s uncanny,” muttered Rami. Gwilym put his hands on his hips and made a superhero pose.

“Well, at least that’s one thing I can cross off.” You switched over to look at the daunting list Julian sent you on your phone. “Perhaps you boys could give me a hand with some of this?”

After giving Rami, Joe, Gwilym, and Ben detailed instructions on the types of pieces you were looking for, the five of you split up to tackle various sections of the store. By the time you had finished and loaded back into the car, the trunk was overflowing, and the boys all sat holding multiple bags of clothing, shoes, and accessories. While you knew there would still be plenty of thrifting trips left in store for you, the boys had done an excellent job. Arriving back at set, Rami immediately had to go work with Polly, his movement coach, and Gwilym, Joe, and Ben helped you carry everything back to the costume department.

“I had a lovely time, Y/N. I look forward to hanging out again, as I am sure we will,” Gwilym said before wrapping you into a warm hug.

Joe followed suit. “Yeah, I hope you realize we are going to harass you constantly now. So, uh, you’re welcome.” The two of them waved before heading back to rehearse their lines.

Ben lingered behind, helping you begin to put your finds onto hangers. You appreciated the company, especially the company of someone so beautiful. You blushed to yourself. He’s an actor, you thought. He probably has models dripping over him constantly, why would he ever be interested in someone like you. You were short and pale with voluminous curves, definitely not a model.  “You don’t have anywhere to run off too?” You asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Nothing too important. Besides, it’s quieter back here and the company’s much better.” He looked down at his feet. “Unless, I’m bothering you, then I can- “

You grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze, interrupting his self-doubt. “You’re not bothering me, Ben.” He looked down at your hand touching his and smiled at you. The two of you silently fell into a pattern: Ben pulled the clothing out of the bags and handed each item to you, which you in turn put on a hanger and placed on the rack. Julian watched the two of you knowingly and smirked to himself as he worked on pinning a costume. Once everything had been crammed onto two rolling racks, Ben helped you push them over to where a steaming area had been set up.

“Ben!” You looked up and saw a production assistant running towards Ben, almost fuming. “Where have you been? The rest of the cast is almost ready to start rehearsing Live Aid and we needed you twenty minutes ago!”

“Oi, I’m sorry mate! Just helping out some special crew members,” he said, giving you a wink. “I’ll be there in just a moment.”

Turning to you as the production assistant huffed off, he said, “I don’t really want to go, would you come watch?” He looked over at Julian. “If that’s alright, that is.”

Julian nodded at you. “Go. Have some fun.”

You shot Julian a grateful smile and smoothed down your shirt. “Why not?”

Chapter Two 

Chapter Three

Tag List (I tagged some of you guys who reblogged, I hope that’s ok! Also if I missed anybody, I’m so sorry and send me a message)

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Evak Fics - Sports

Any kind of sports or physical activity. Swimming. Skiing/Snowboarding. Football. Hockey. Others. I have a separate list for dance aus.

***** SWIMMING *****

Summer nights by Alwaysevak2121 (1k words) - Summer night, heat and swimming.

Sommernatt by Bewa (5.1k words) - The only thing that kept his mood up today was that it was Friday, and Even had promised him a surprise when he got home from work. Birthday.

cupid by evak1isak (5.2k words) - Isak, a water polo player and uni student, didn't think that he'd bump into his high school crush again. When he does, he wasn't expecting so much drama in his life.

from an earth to its sun by traumatic (18k words) - the entire world goes to bed normally and wakes up with glowing countdowns above their heads. No one's sure what causes the numbers to drop, only that when they hit 0, you hit the ground.

Drowning in your love by depressed_mermaid_53 (62k words) - Even is captain of the swim team. Isak and the boy squad join the team. In this universe a pool is a bigger part of their story.

Panic And Patch Me Up by intothewind (70k words) - (5/6 chapters posted) Swimmer Isak, Boxer Even and Boxer Jonas. Involves Josak. The thing with Jonas is complicated, but the thing with Even isn't making it any easier.

***** SKIING/SNOWBOARDING *****

Sprained Ankles, Netflix and Chill by Bellakitse (1.1k words) - Isak sprains his ankle while on a school ski trip, Even keeps him company in the main cabin.

Hot Chocolate and Snow Angels by GayaIsANerd (1.2k words) - Isak hates skiing. There’s nothing deep or traumatic about it, he just hates skiing.

Suck My Board Bitch by nyicris (1.3k words) - When Isak and Even go on a ski trip to Switzerland with their squad, they meet another LGBT couple. They don’t get competitive. At all. E!Online Poll AU + henrik’s extra ass (wow this brings back a lot of memories!)

From A Safe Distance by MinilocIsland (1.4k words) - Isak hasn't bothered to watch skiing for years. Or, so he claims. Even knows him too well not to sense the truth.

The First Noel by colazitron (1.9k words) - Even's parents have a cabin in Hemsedal where the family traditionally spends Christmas. This year, Isak's coming with.

Just Kids When We Fell In Love by wyoheartsmusic (5k words) - Isak and Even go to university 3000 km away from each other. Luckily, it's Christmas break and they had the brilliant idea to go on a cabin trip together.

Shred by Jules1398 (23k words) (SERIES, 2 FICS) - There were two versions of Isak Valtersen. The first Isak was the one that his friends knew. The second Isak, the real Isak, was trans, gay, and then there was his five year-old son, Adrian. Keeping the two Isaks separate wasn't that difficult. At least, not until he saw Even again.

Cabins, Coziness and Conspiracies by evakuality (24k words) - Isak and Even have to share a bed, their friends are strangely obsessed with their lives and things are not exactly as they might appear. Cabin ski trip.  

My Very Personal Ski Trainer by Crazyheart (28k words) - Sana has invited Even and her other friends to a Holiday cabin trip, and Even needs to get in shape so that he can beat his buddies in Sana’s planned ski race.

Different, but same by Crazyheart (31k words) - Isak and Even had broken up almost a year ago, and Even was devastated. He tried to get over it and went on a ski holiday with Yousef and Elias. He met a guy that looked like Isak, except his dark, buzz cut hair, well trained body and rough, charismatic personality. The fact that he called himself Markus Simensen was even more confusing... Even started to doubt who the guy was but of course... he had to be Isak.

***** FOOTBALL *****

Norway. A Summer's Tale by wyoheartsmusic (7k words) - Isak, as the first openly gay footballer and newly recruited teammate on Norway's National Squad, travels to Russia for the FIFA World Cup 2018

Chapter 3 of take me into your loving arms by diminuendodaydream (955 words) - The Pat is a hug that is all about friendship and camaraderie.

Take Me As I Am by givemesumaurgravy (9.9k words) -  Isak is the coach of Even’s daughter’s football team and Even likes Isak’s bum. One day there’s a parent football game and Isak, just maybe, starts hitting on Even and, just maybe, Even gives in.

Hail Mary Pass by thekardemomme (20k words) - the term hail mary pass has become generalized to refer to any last-ditch effort with little chance of success. sleeping with isak valtersen until time starts running out is what causes even to realize just how vital these passes can be. American football

i didn't mean to kiss you (you didn't mean to fall in love) by shadesofcool (24k words) - football/cheerleader au with not much football and cheerleading because i(the writer) only know the basics

If You Love Me, If You Hate Me by MacksDramaticShenanigans (44k words) - (9/11 chapters posted) Isak could be chill. He was the chillest. He was a mature, reasonable adult that was perfectly capable of controlling his emotions. Not even Even could ruin that.

we've made it this far, kid by everythingislove (straykid) (60k words) - Isak is just trying to raise his nephew as best he can with the help of his best friends. He doesn't expect to fall for Felix's gorgeous football coach along the way.

And at night I dream of golden curls and pink hair bands by Zabn (80k words) - WIP. Last update Oct 2019. Even swore himself to never get involved with a football player ever again, but then he meets Isak...

***** HOCKEY *****

it started with a kiss by pansexuaIeven (1.8k words) - Chris surprises Isak with tickets to a hockey game. Things don't work out as planned, but maybe they still end up okay in the end.

"So, it was you?" by Julieseven (2.4k words) - Isak is an amateur hockey player and Even kind of falls for him from afar

Checking From Behind by DickAnderton (156k words) - Isak is to captain his hockey team this season which means he has to somehow learn to cooperate with the newest addition to their team: Even Bech Næsheim.

Checking From Behind. 2809. by DickAnderton (102k words) - Sequel.  Isak has been drafted to potentially play hockey for the KHL in Helsinki. Even is soon going to face his abusive coach in court. 

***** OTHERS *****

Seriøst? by CiaraSky (716 words) - Isak and Even go ice skating.

Fireworks by multifeelings (1k words) - Just how a baseball game brings two boys together in a different way than you may think.

powerslide by evak1isak (1.6k words) - Summer is boring and Jonas teaches Isak how to skate. And at the park, Isak meets Even.

Brunch Dates and Basketball by waitineedaname (2.5k words) - In which Sana and Yousef host a double date with Isak and Even. Basketball 

Flying High by colazitron (3k words) - Isak Valtersen has announced his retirement from the quidditch pitch and, ahead of his last World Cup, sits down for an interview with Magical Norway's quidditch correspondent Even Bech Næsheim.

Off the Backboard. by Samanthaa23 (3.8k words) - Isak and Even meet for the first time during a basketball game between Bakka and Nissen. They don't meet again until 5 years later at a charity basketball game.

Beer Pongs and Mistletoes by yllawonders (5.2k words) - Then somehow they ended up arm wrestling and this time Even won’t pretend to lose because Isak thinks he is a tough guy when he knows and he will prove it today that he is in fact, a big fat softie.

the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes by ikerestrella (5.9k words) - Set six months after the events of Season 3. They are on a hiking trip, and Isak definitely did not get them lost in the woods. 

Slippery Slope by Laika_the_husband (11k words) - the guys wrestle in sun oil and the Balloon squad shows up.

scarves of red tied 'round their throats by puddingandpie (15k words) - The last time Isak saw Even, he was sweaty and naked underneath him, only to pack up and leave the next morning. Now, they're together at the Winter Olympics, a coincidence which was never going to be a coincidence considering Isak was well aware of the profession that Even was in as well. Figure skating, snowboarding, hockey, skiing...  

Head Over Heels by LostInAdmiration (46k words) - Isak wished for the hundredth time that his stupid friends could just be normal so that he could go home and bundle himself in his duvet and re-watch Breaking Bad again, instead of spending all of his spare time outside in a pathetic excuse for a skate park.

Breaking Free (Outta the Closet) by valtersass (58k words) - (11/12 chapters posted) Isak, the popular captain of the basketball team, and Even, the brainy and beautiful member of the academic club, break all the rules of Hartvig Nissen society when they secretly audition for the leads in the school's musical. HSM au

Next to you, is where I call home by LostInAdmiration (101k words) - “Why don’t you start track too? You’d be a good sprinter, I’m sure you’d do great,” suggested Isak. Isak wasn’t entirely sure why he asked - he mostly liked being alone and he barely knew Even - but there was just something about Even that had drawn Isak to him.

The trip to you by charlyflowers (148k words) - Isak hates Even. He hates him with all his heart. What a pity the art class is also coming to the trip to Germany. Volleyball.

To Proudly Bleed These Colors From My Veins by Evensleftbigtoe_91 (164k words) - WIP. Last updated Aug 2019. Mixed martial artist Isak's dream is to feel the weight of a UFC Title Belt across his waist. But Isak has a long and difficult path in front of him. (I haven't had the chance to read this yet so I'm not sure if Evak is the main or endgame pair. But this fic sounds really cool.)

[kyojuuros]

If Attack on Titan were a highschool series (ignoring Isayama and Junior High), which archetypes do you personally believe the characters would be? This could be either American or Japanese high school.

I’ll stick with American since I’m not too familiar with Japanese school stereotypes! I apologize it took so long to post a reply to this. I wanted to make sure I put some good thought into it. My attention span has also been a bit off lately. lol

Also, I pulled most of these stereotypes from this list. It’s uh… been a minute since I was in high school so I needed a refresher. 😂😂

Since the high school au generally revolves around the main 104th kids, they’re the only ones I included on this list. 

Eren - Misfit, Metalhead, Fighter, AthleticI say metalhead since Isayama has said that Eren would be a fan of metal music, and being a fan of metal myself I could see him spending a lot of time listening to the music and taking in the lyrics, being super stoked to go to concerts and mosh, all that fun stuff. Misfit because while I don’t see him being part of the “in” crowd, I think that he would generally be accepted by his peers and have friends among various groups of other stereotypes. Fighter because he would always step in when someone is being bullied, especially if it’s a friend. Eren’s someone who I think would like to stay in shape, so he would probably get involved with a sport. I could see him doing something like baseball (if he’s influenced by Zeke, since Zeke definitely would be) or maybe cross country or wrestling. 

Mikasa - Teacher’s Pet, “Normal Kid,” Musician/AthleticFor Mikasa I think she’d be considered one of the “normal” kids who don’t particularly fit into any group (could also be a misfit I suppose in this case). I think she would be very astute in her studies and therefor become a bit of a “teacher’s pet” in the process or at least someone who teachers might favor. I could see her getting into some kind of non-academic “extracurricular” like learning how to play piano or maybe some kind of martial arts. I feel like her parents would want her to utilize something like this to instill self discipline and keep her involved and busy with something. This may or may not translate into her getting involved with academic extracurriculars like band/orchestra/choir or one of the athletics (maybe cross country or even basketball, I could see her doing either of those). 

Armin - Bookworm, Misfit, Teacher’s Pet, DebaterArmin would definitely be a bookworm and try to absorb everything he’s taking classes on. Because he’d be very involved with his learning and quick to find the answers, he would probably become a teacher’s pet of sorts. Kids from all areas would probably like him since he’s very friendly and quick to reach out to others (although some may end up just using him for his wits), so misfit would work well to describe that. I could see him being super into debating so he would probably join the debate team or some other type of academic “show off your smarts” activity. I could see him being the kid in history class questioning the curriculum and arguing with the teacher about watered down retellings of history! lol

Jean - Preppy, Partier, AthleticI feel like Jean would be like your typical frat boy archetype. He dresses nice, collar shirts, Abercrombie, stuff like that. He’d be the type to throw house parties while his parents are away and/or go to the other house parties. He’d be the guy there trying to be the life of the party or try to get laid. Just overall wants to have a good time and be accepted by everyone. On top of which I think he would be involved in some kind of athletic extracurricular, cross country, basketball or maybe even track & field! He and Eren probably get in fights all the time because they never see eye to eye on anything lol

Marco - Band Geek, Drama Kid, Bookworm, Teacher’s PetI feel like Marco would be the textbook definition of a geek. I could see him being really into band/music and theater. He wants to excel in school to please his family and he does well, causing him to become a teacher’s pet. It’s possible he’d maybe express interest in an athletic extracurricular but perhaps things like marching band would be more than enough for him -  I imagine he would probably play the trumpet! He tends to get along with everyone. 

Sasha - Class Clown, Sleeper, Slacker, AthleticDefinitely isn’t the type to take things too seriously and probably puts off all her studying for the last minute - if she does so at all! And definitely is the person who starts typing up her book report the night before it’s due and relies on spark notes (or whatever you kiddos use these days haha). She loves to eat of course and since she likes to go hunting, she might keep up on her physical health a bit so she can keep up during the hunt. So probably something like cross country or track & field to keep her in shape.

Connie - Class Clown, Sleeper, Slacker, AthleticConnie and Sasha are a package deal. Like her, he procrastinates often and may even forget about assignments entirely. But he makes sure to keep up enough to stay involved in extracurriculars so he can stay in his athletics. I could see him being into soccer, wrestling or football. Him and Sasha are both well known for having books slammed on their desks because they fell asleep. Connie never goes without a good retort to his teacher. lol

Historia - Cheerleader, Popular Girl, Drama Kid, AthleticHistoria would be that girl who is nice to everyone, so she easily gains popularity (and I do mean Historia, not the Krista persona). I can see her being really into drama since she’s good at putting up an act, giving her something to channel that talent into. I also think she would be athletic but not too into sports, so she would turn to something like cheerleading (or maybe dance team!) to please her athletic side. I could see her being involved in dance outside of school, like ballet. 

Ymir - Skater, Gamer, Athletic, (maybe) Pot HeadYmir is definitely a skater type and that’s how she gets her athletic urges out. If she’s not out in the skatepark, she’s probably at home playing video games (probably skater games or shooter games). I could see her being a bit of a pothead but perhaps not stereo typically so, just occasionally. She would definitely play basketball at school and probably hopes that the cute cheerleader from 4th period notices her when she makes that slam dunk!

Reiner - Jock, Popular GuyReiner is definitely a jock. Football during the fall, track & field during the spring. Wrestling during the winter. He’s a very outgoing guy, always shows up to parties, always puts himself out there and wants to have a good time. He looks out for his peers, helps others with their schoolwork and is just overall well liked by everyone. The “big brother” to his classmates. People always come to him with a problem and cheer him on during his athletic events. He has a slew of personal insecurities but only his closest friends typically see them. 

Annie - Loner, Athletic, BookwormAnnie would be introverted (not necessarily shy though) and keep to herself more often than not. She is athletic, but doesn’t participate in school activities. She would be into kickboxing, probably pushed onto her by her father, but she enjoys it anyway. While not a “fighter,” she’s probably showed off her kickboxing skills a time or two on the school grounds. I think she would also be big into reading books and would do well with studying so she could get into a good college. Generally people don’t talk to her much, but occasionally people like Armin, Marco or even Eren reach out to her. 

Bertolt - Loner, Athletic, BookwormLike Annie, he is a lot more introverted than the others. He tends to keep his nose in books and typically only spends time with Reiner outside of school. He gets along well enough with others but can become shy at the prospect of hanging out with them. Over the years, though, Reiner helps him to loosen up a bit so he can have more connections with the others. I could see Bertolt being involved with soccer or basketball. 

[teamfreewill-imagine]

You’ll Enjoy Yourself

Summary: Your relationship with Dean could be confusing, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Modern day college age!AU, no hunting. Words: 3.3k Dean x Reader, Sam (OCs: Dylan, James, Molly) Warnings: smut (use protection please, I don’t want to be a bad influence)  A/N: Basically I had a great weekend so I wrote it in fic form to get me back in the writing game. Don’t judge me, I had fun

Your name: submit What is this?

You were already three beers deep by the time the boys arrived at the house party on Friday night, laughter and drinks flowing between friends.

It was summer vacation so you’d travelled down from college to Lawrence to stay with your friends from high school. Your parents had retired and moved state, so you wanted to spend some time with your friends before going back home on the Saturday afternoon.

“Y/N!” Dylan called out from the kitchen. “Open the door!”

“I’m not your slave!” you shouted back, earning a laugh and a reminder that you were staying there rent free.

You rolled your eyes, handing your empty bottle off to Molly so you could do as commanded by the host.

James was leaning against the buzzer, making the dogs go wild as you made your way through the house to let them in.

“Alright!” you laughed, unlocking the door. “Welcome to the party.”

“Y/N,” James grinned, kissing your cheek and moving past into the house.

“Moll’s in the front room,” you informed them, accepting Sam’s hug and meeting Dean’s eye over his shoulder. “Drinks are in the kitchen.”

Dean closed the door behind him as Sam followed James, leaving the two of you in the hallway.

“You good?” you asked, leaning against the wall.

“Yeah,” he replied, his eyes raking over your body as his tongue subconsciously ran over his lower lip.

You smirked, holding his gaze when his eyes met yours once more.

“Are you coming in or are you just standing in the doorway all night?” Dylan asked, handing you a fresh beer. “Molly’s been waiting for you so we can start her game.”

“Game?” Dean asked quietly, following you into the front room.

“Zeus on a Moose,” you told him, causing his frown to deepen. “It’s rhyming, she loves it.”

“Great,” he grumbled.

You rolled your eyes, sitting down beside Sam and leaving enough space beside you for Dean.

“Have a beer,” you told him as he reluctantly took a seat. “Loosen up.”

“I’m driving,” he murmured, to which you raised an eyebrow. “I am.”

“Alright,” you allowed, leaning back into the couch and turning your attention to Sam.

*****

*****

After two rounds of Molly’s rhyming game and a few too many arguments about the rules, Dean had relented and helped you finish your beer.

Sam stood up, reaching his long arms above his head and stretching.

“You wanting to go home?” Dean asked, looking at James to find him yawning too.

“I have to be at work for eight,” Sam reasoned, and you looked at the clock to find that it was nearly midnight.

“Don’t be a pussy,” Molly teased, and Dean shook his head.

“Little brother’s gotta bring home the bacon,” he told her, and you nodded in understanding.

You smiled as they said their goodbyes, James tagging along for the free ride, trying to not let the disappointment show on your face.

Your relationship with Dean was… confusing. So uncomplicated that it became almost complicated. The first time you’d hooked up was at James’ 21st celebration a few months ago. You’d come back to town to take him out for his first legal drink, and you and Dean had negotiated what he had referred to as a ‘sexlationship’. It worked great for both of you - the deal being that if the two of you were up for it and in the same city, you would hook up.

In theory, an excellent deal. However, since that first time together the two of you had become closer as friends. In one sense, that was a great thing. You were close, you could have a laugh, and after a few drinks, you could fall into bed together and partake in some incredible sex. On the other hand, while sober the two of you usually avoided the topic at all costs and got along as nothing more than best friends.

As a result, you were all over the place.

On this trip down, you’d only been together once. Another of your mutual friends had graduated and you had both received a drunk phone call asking you to go out on Monday night, and you’d agreed on the condition that you wouldn’t get too drunk.

That went out of the window, and while walking back to Dylan’s house you found yourself making out with Dean against a brick wall.

To the annoyance of both of you, you had to let him know that you were coming to the end of your period that night. You weren’t exactly at the point in your sexlationship that you were willing to go there anyway but, despite that hiccup, you still managed to have a good time. So good, in fact, that he was still in your bed the next morning.

He’d told you to hit him up when your period was over, and you had done, hence your slight frustration that he was leaving with his brother.

Molly caught your gaze as Dylan showed them out of the house, and you quickly looked away.

“Dyl wouldn’t mind if he stayed again,” she reminded you, and you let out a soft laugh.

“I know,” you assured her, picking up a few empty bottles to put in the recycling. “I’m gonna head upstairs.”

You weren’t exactly annoyed at him, it wasn’t his fault that his brother had work, but you were (for want of a better word) thirsty. It had been too long.

*****

*****

You were laying on your bed, watching some trashy late-night TV, when you pulled out your phone and sent off a message to Dean.

Are you coming back or am I going home tomorrow without having boned? Because that would be lame.

Blunt, to the point, just like the start of your sexlationship.

You placed your phone on the nightstand and turned your attention back to the TV.

It was past 1am when you got a reply and, when you did, it made you laugh softly.

I would but James wanted a deep chat.

Can’t believe I’ve been cockblocked by Jimmy.

You changed into your sleep shirt, taking off your makeup and throwing your hair up into a messy pony. By the time you’d brushed your teeth and got back to your bedroom, careful not to disturb whatever Molly and Dylan were up to, Dean had replied again.

Come over before you leave tomorrow, while Sam’s at work. You’ll enjoy yourself.

You laughed aloud, rolling your eyes as you sent a Snapchat in response.

You let your shirt slip off of your shoulder to expose your clavicle - along with the marks he had left there on Monday night - snapping a quick picture before typing out your reply.

And you obviously wouldn’t get anything out of it, right?

His reply this time was lightning quick, a short video of him snapping his fingers and pointing to the camera.

Exactly.

*****

*****

You woke the next morning with a case of chronic dry mouth and a text from your mother.

What’s your plan today? Your brother and sister-in-law are home for the afternoon. xx

You sighed, grateful for the glass of water that you’d kept beside your bed as you typed out a quick reply, letting her know that you’d be leaving around lunchtime to hopefully catch them before they left.

Getting out of bed, you changed into a shoulderless summer dress, foregoing a bra and slipping into a pair of clean panties from your suitcase. You packed up the rest of your things, checking around the guest room to ensure that you hadn’t left anything important behind before making your way downstairs.

Gotta leave by 1. You still up for it or shall I just get a headstart home?

You left your phone on the counter as you poured yourself a bowl of cereal, flicking through yesterday’s newspaper when Dylan made his way through to the kitchen.

“Mornin’,” he smiled, ruffling your hair as he crossed towards the fridge.

“Mornin’,” you returned, breaking into a yawn. “I’m leaving in a few.”

He nodded, drinking orange juice from the carton as your phone buzzed beside him.

He grabbed it before you got a chance, unlocking it with the passcode that he’d known since high school and grinning at you.

“Come on over,” he read, wiggling his eyebrows. “Little Y/N. Are you going for a nooner with Dean Winchester?”

You looked at the clock before shaking your head.

“It’s ten.”

He just laughed and gave you your phone back, playfully bumping your shoulder on his way out of the room.

“Say bye to Moll before you go,” he told you, and you saluted in response.

I’ll pack up my car then come over.

*****

*****

Dean opened the door wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, and it suddenly hit you that the two of you had never done this sober before.

“Welcome,” he smiled, letting you inside.

Bones was more than happy to see you, and you gave the dog a fuss as you crouched to remove your shoes.

“I swear you like that dog more than you like me,” Dean commented, and you smirked up at him.

“The dog has yet to piss me off.”

He rolled his eyes, making his way up the stairs and waiting for you to follow.

You deliberately took your time placing your keys and phone on the table, making sure Bones stayed downstairs before joining Dean in his bedroom.

You closed the door behind you as he laid down on his bed, letting you get a good look at his room in daylight for the first time stone-cold sober.

“I’d forgotten about… this,” you commented, motioning to the shelves above his bed, full of stuffed animals and wrestling figurines.

The first night you’d spent there, he’d told you where he’d got each toy from - a lot of the animals won at arcades with his brother when they were younger - and it was kind of endearing and eye opening. He had let you into his memories and that was a main contributor to the closeness that the two of you now shared.

“Don’t be mean,” Dean replied, placing his phone on his nightstand and looking up at you.

You pulled your hair back into a pony with the band on your wrist, stepping further into the room and perching on the edge of his bed.

He made no move to get anything started and you laughed softly to yourself.

“Are we gonna do this or no?” you asked, raising an eyebrow and pointing to the door with your thumb. “I could just go home.”

“I’m already naked,” he reminded you, “So it’s up to you.”

You rolled your eyes, carding a hand into his hair.

“You’re a dick,” you murmured, leaning down to kiss the smirk off of his face.

You loved kissing Dean. His lips were full and the boy knew how to use his tongue to pull soft groans from the back of your throat.

His hands slipped under the hem of your dress, fingertips brushing over the lace of your panties.

“Take these off,” he murmured, and you did as he asked without question. “You always wear such nice things for me.”

You didn’t tell him that you always wore that kind of underwear - you hadn’t chosen them especially for him. He could think that you had made a special effort if he wanted to.

Outside the bedroom, whenever he asked you to do anything, you would banter back with a half-assed argument just for the sake of it. Yet as soon as you were alone you folded to his every command, much to the surprise of both of you.

Feisty in the streets, subby in the sheets. What more could a man want?

You stood up, stepping out of your panties as he rid himself of his towel.

You let your eyes rake over his body, allowing a moment for a slight flush of embarrassment to rise from his chest.

“Get over here,” he told you, and - once again - you did what you were told.

You straddled his waist, his hands finding your hips as you ground down against him.

One hand left your waist to slip between the two of you, lining himself up with your entrance under your dress.  

“Yeah?” he asked as you leant over him, and you nodded as you kissed him.

“Yeah,” you breathed into his mouth, moving your hips so that he could push up into you easily.

From experience you knew you could take him without preparation, both of you enjoying the stretch of him entering you.

You kissed him to stop yourself from moaning as he started snapping his hips up into you without giving you a chance to acclimatise to the intrusion.

You loved it, the feeling of him under you, in you, as you explored each others mouths.

You rolled your hips, pushing him deeper and slowing the pace.

“Fuck,” he groaned, breaking the kiss and moving his lips to your neck.

You grinned to yourself and pulled back until you were sitting over him.

He raised an eyebrow at you as you raised up on your knees, sinking back down onto him as your hands rested on his chest, your dress falling over your thighs.

As you rose back up, he slipped out of you and both of you let out a frustrated laugh.

“You tried,” he teased, and you shut him up with a kiss.

He smiled against your lips, tapping your ass to get you to move.

You maneuvered your way around the single bed until you were on your back, your head against the pillows as you looked up at him.

He pulled at his comforter, trying to move it out of the way and shifting you in the process.

“I nearly threw you off,” he commented, making you laugh as you wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing him towards you.

“It would’ve been hot,” you assured him, earning a surprised bark of laughter.

“You’re a kinky little thing,” he smirked, to which you just shrugged and pulled him closer.

He moved you where he wanted you and you just let him, trusting that whatever he was going to do would feel good.

You weren’t disappointed as one of your legs was thrown over his shoulder, the other curling over his bicep as he fucked into you again.

You pressed your lips together, closing your eyes and throwing one arm above your head as the fingers of the other clawed at his thigh.

“Good?” he asked, his hips not stopping their pace.

“Good,” you confirmed, leaning your head further back as you let your hips match his movements.

Your breaths were coming in needy pants, your mouth quickly turning dry but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You were getting what you had wanted, and it was even better than you’d remembered it.

Your eyes shot open when you were moved down the bed, his hands lifting the backs of your thighs, a soft exclamation of ‘fuck’ leaving your lips.

Dean’s movements stopped instantly, concern evident on his features.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, letting go of your legs. “Do you want to stop?”

“No,” you laughed softly, reaching a hand up to card through his short hair, bringing him down into a kiss. “I’m having a good time.”

“You sure?” he clarified, looking into your eyes.

“I’m sure,” you smiled, placing another kiss to his lips.

He didn’t look convinced, and his concern comforted you somewhat. Not that you were uncomfortable in the first place, but knowing that he would stop at a seconds notice if you were was definitely reassuring.

“Dean,” you murmured, “You know me. If you did something I didn’t like, I would tell you straight away.”

He nodded, closing his eyes as he kissed you deeply, reassuring himself this time that you were still enjoying it.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as your fingertips scritched through the short hair at the nape of his neck.

He smiled into the kiss, pulling back and tapping your thigh to get you to move again.

“Roll over,” he told you, and you took your chance to grab one more kiss before doing as he asked.

He pushed your dress up over your ass as you rested your cheek on your folded arms, letting him move your body how he wanted.

You’d be embarrassed about how easy you were being but the part of your brain that felt shame was entirely switched off around Dean.

A low moan left your lips as he entered you from behind, his fingertips digging into your hips through the cotton of your dress.

He plastered himself over you, an arm wrapping around your waist as he began to mouth at your bare shoulder blades. The deep grunts coming from behind you were driving you wild. To you, there was nothing better than hearing that your partner was just as into it as you were, and the sounds escaping Dean confirmed that fact.

He lifted his body from your back, bunching your dress in one hand and pulling you back towards him. You moved with him, shifting up onto your hands to accommodate the change in position.

Your teeth bit down into your lower lip and you pulled in a hissed breath as his hand met the meat of your ass in a sharp slap.

“Fuck,” you breathed again, and this time he didn’t have to ask if it was positive feedback.

He knew that it was.

“Close?” he asked, reaching round your body and under your dress.

“Mhm,” you hummed in confirmation as his fingertips finally, finally, gave attention to your clit.

You moved your hips without thinking, grinding back into him to get as much out of the last moments as you could.

“Shit,” he groaned, his hips stuttering their pace as he continued to rub at your clit, causing you to clench around him.

Your breath hitched as you felt your climax take over, falling back onto your forearms as you fought to catch your breath.

Dean pulled out of you, sitting back on his heels and running a hand through his hair.

Once your heart had stopped pounding in your ears, you rolled back over and half sat up onto your hip.

“You good?” he asked, and you laughed breathlessly.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, leaning up to kiss him and appreciating the way his tongue teased at your lips before he pulled back.

“Told you you’d enjoy yourself,” he smirked, standing up and stretching.

You laughed in disbelief before nodding in defeat, not really having expected any less from him.

“What can I say except… you’re welcome,” he grinned, pulling on a pair of shorts, humming the Moana song to himself.

“You’re… such a twat,” you smiled, leaning back against his bedroom wall.

“I should put the bandana on,” Dean commented, picking up his Hulkamania bandana from his floor.

You rolled your eyes, remembering the morning after your first night together when he’d swiftly donned the bandana and told you all about the time he went to Wrestlemania in full Hulk Hogan cosplay as a kid.

“You don’t have to every time,” you assured him, grinning when he put it on anyway.

You were entirely unsurprised when ‘Real American’ started playing through the speakers on his phone.

He grinned at you, and you laughed as you stood and pulled on your panties.

“I’ve had fun,” you told him, letting your hair down and running your hands through it.

“Me too,” he confirmed, following you out of his room and down the stairs. “I assume I’ll see you next time you’re down?”

You nodded, slipping into your shoes and picking up your phone and keys.

“As long as you’re still up for it,” you confirmed, making him laugh.

Dean pulled you closer, placing one final kiss to your lips before letting you go.

“Drive safe,” he told you as you opened the door, ruffling Bones’ fur and smiling over your shoulder before stepping outside.

“See you around, Winchester.”

*****

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Three songs meme: 9, 13, and 16 ^^v

Three Songs Meme -  @namibean  

//First of all, sorry that the reply got delayed, the week has been pretty hectic and it was hard to pick the songs but now a couple of days offs ahead so time to Tumblr around xD! Ok, let’s go~! 

9: Three songs that describe me

Arms open by The Script

Arms open would fit anyone for sure but perhaps this song was chosen here and because it describes one of my personality traits, the will to help people in general. Conflicts are stressful so to avoid those, I try to compromise and bend and bend as far as possible and even if there was cloudy behind the scenes, I try to stay by my buddies’ side and I’ve told them many times “whenever you feel bad, text me or call me, if I can’t reply right away, I’ll catch you later”.   

Shine by Kwan 

Well, this song is somehow similar to the previous one because optimism is also one strong trait. Maybe this is even more #lifegoals. I mean, it’s really hard to read people or there mind and it’s extremely tricky to offer them the right tools to find the light at the end of their tunnel and this is something I face almost daily at work with the disabled youngsters. Some of them wrestle with their inner struggles and we try to help them. 

So maybe this song pictures also my goal to see good in everyone. Of course, adulthood has forced me to see also the realities, I mean that at least at our work there are residents who are not feeling well and no matter how much we offer tools and helping hands, it’s hard to make them see the potential what they have but just like in civil life, I try to encourage people in all the ways I can and have resource to do that and try to find potential in everyone.  

Koko kuva by Irina

It’s obvious, that people have different kinds of way to describe the person they know. Funny enough, most of the acquaintances think I’m social and easygoing but just like with everyone else, there is more below the surface. Only the closest friends and my sister know that behind the smile and neverending optimism there is also a jar of insecurities, mostly due to the badly gone friendships in these past few years. Those unfortunate events released the old hounds that’s why this Irina’s song is still relatable (translated lyrics here [x]). Shortly translated and summed it up it’s about telling someone “Hey, here I am, letting my walls down but you might get disappointed because this is who I really and you are not a bad person if you go away but thank you for staying by my side”  

13: Three of the softest songs I own

//but  I’m not musician, these songs aren’t mine? xD 

Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol

A big part of released songs ever are mostly interpreted and associated with romantic relationships and it’s kind of cheesy, in my opinion, because after all, romance is indeed a biological need, mostly but also a cultural thing and yes most people want families but also people who don’t want and want to live without “the better” part shouldn’t be trashed for their decisions. 

I’m not sure if the previous rant had anything real to do but anyway, Chasing cars is a song at least for me is to appreciate those small moments between the hectic life when I can just sit down and enjoy the company of my friends or family.   All in all, very soothing from the melody to the lyrics and gives some relaxing vibes no matter how busy or tense the situation would be.  

Sinun vaikka hajoat by Happoradio 

I think I’ve namedropped this song before but this is the very best from this band. Lyrics are pretty poetic and beautiful (translation here [x]). Shortly said, it’s about standing by someone else’s side no matter how big their struggles were, true friendship, love and brother/sisterhood! 

Yuki No Hana by Mika Nakashima /  눈의 꽃 (Snow Flower)  by  Park Hyo Shin

It’s a shame that I don’t know many Asian dramas because they seem to have beautiful musical compositions as their theme songs. Well, once upon a time there was a series called I’m Sorry, I Love You which was probably the first Kdrama I remember I saw. It had Park Hyo Shin’s version (translated here [x] and I first fell in love with the melody so had to later google it around and found that it’s a korean version of Mika Nakashima’s song (translation here [x]) and after listening them for many times, all I can say is that they are both good and give goosebumps *thumbs up*   

16: Three songs that I always laugh at

Dilbar Dilbar by Sirf Tum (buffalaxed version)

Being meme trash who laughs at weird shiet, the internet is full of randomness and probably good example of this is these so-called “Buffalaxed” videos that are basically foreign songs getting “English” lyrics based on imagination and so on xD 

It seems like this “translation” trend was more popular thing about 10 years ago and  then came youtube poops but anyway I remember watching this with my mates every IT classes we had in high school and although it not as funny as then it’s still amusing and full of nostalgia xD

 The 7th Element  by  Vitas 

This is probably the dankest meme song I’ve ever heard and truly a spirit lifter no matter how many times someone spams me with this xD What makes it even more hilarious is that I asked my friend who speaks Russian that does the part before that legendary Hahahaha blblblblbl-part  mean anything and she said “I came here (to sing)” XD   

Making my Mom Rap like Eminem! by Nigahiga

Following youtubers (not sure which is the right term but in Finnish we call them “tubettajat”) isn’t my thing because I’m very lazy, not just to follow but also to search great content funny animals are always exception and I really am annoyed how YT has changed throughout the years and for example, one reason I partly lost my interest to making amvs is that nowadays it’s hard to find audience and again the laziness is on the way to lure them back. In addition to that my old account got deleted and since the copyright thingies are strict,  so I had to make a new channel [x] and in general, it’s just not that worthy I’m lazy to spend hours to make videos for a handful of views ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Ok, back to the main talk, Ryan Higa on one of the rarest Youtube accounts I check regularly. He has done lots of videos at approx. a decade and he definitely deserved to be the number 1 most subscribed channel.  His sense of humor is amazing and how he makes the videos with his heart and he doesn’t need to overact or swear or disrespect others, unlike one certain channel that embarrassed whole America with that adventure of his that even reached the top page with scandalous click bait, just to get few views because he has natural talent to be a comedian and has an awesome gang to work with!

Even better is the fact that he is a king of puns and this song is undeniable the ultimate proof of that. Shortly said, he made his mom (who seemed to be precious person) “rap” a song. Higa deserves all the respect because like in his productions, this guy again made so much effort on this project and this song is definitely some good dang gold and everyone should see this at least once in their lives! *laughs* 

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TØP Weekly Update SPECIAL TRENCH EDITION (10/6/18)

Ya’ll have had time to listen to the album. Some of you have it memorized already. So let’s pick apart Twenty One Pilots’ latest project track-by-track, explore the new themes and sounds that the band is exploring in this era, and also catch up on all of the latest news to come out in just the last two days.

This Week’s TØPics: 

A Complete Look at Trench

My Blood Music Video

Twenty One Pilots to Return to the American Music Awards

New Interviews About the Album

Picking Fights with Gaga? (Not Really, No)

And MORE!

Track Analysis:

Before we get started, we should acknowledge Trench’s wonderful liner notes, which besides boasting some stellar artistic design reveal a great deal of important information about this album. First, the overall cohesion of the album, like with all of the band’s albums save for Blurryface, can be attributed to the shared vision of the same production team on every track. The impact of Paul Meany on this entire album should not be understated: Paul co-produced every track save for “Levitate”, which he is instead given main credit for with Tyler listed as co-producer. He is also given writing credit on half of the album for his arrangements, again including “Levitate”. We musn’t forget the other heroes: the album was mixed by Adam Hawkins and mastered by Chris Gehringer. Also, the “thank you”s are both touching and occasionally very funny (“And to our haters, we know you liked stressed out.”)

I’ve already expressed my thoughts and reactions to the four previous singles in prior updates, so feel free to look back at them to fill in the gaps. 

“Morph” starts us off real strong with an absolutely stellar groove (thanks, Paul). Lyrically, the track features Tyler ruminating on death, considering its inevitability, worrying over its proximity, and questioning what comes after. It’s the most he discusses faith on Trench; Tyler considers looking “above” for answers a “blind belief”, but he still chooses it anyway, with some reservations. Ultimately, Tyler resolves to “morph to someone” else, to stay on the defensive against the insecurities leveled at him by Nico and keep moving forward. The song also features a “Judge”-esque shout-out to our boy Josh Dun within the stellar ending run- fitting, considering just how good his drums sound on this track in particular.

“Chlorine” is a definite highlight off the album, as it constantly mixes up flow and structure while never losing it’s laid-back psychedelic groove and its consistently excellent metaphorical examination of Tyler’s strained relationship with fame. I’ll be singing that hook forever. And the bridge. And that ending break-down that definitely sounds like a No Phun Intended sample. This thing’s a bop, potentially the best track on the whole project- and that’s really saying something.

“Smithereens” is an odd duck that feels like it doesn’t quite fit in on Trench but is nonetheless a very sweet and enjoyable tune. I mean, it’s love song that snuck onto this album that’s literally about writing a love song and sneaking it onto an album; I have to commend Tyler for being ballsy, clever, and artistic with his grand romantic gesture. I also have to commend Mr. Meany for sneaking that beautiful woodwind section in.

Before I even heard the album, I knew “Neon Gravestones” was going to be the stand-out track for a lot of folks. Rock Sound had promised that this would be the song that saves people’s lives, and hopefully it will. Tyler’s spoken word musings regarding celebrity suicide were always going to be controversial, and publications like The Atlantic and Alt Press have already questioned exactly what he means to say with the song. As someone who just recently lost a loved one to suicide, even I’ve struggled with this song’s message somewhat. Does Tyler disrespect the memory of those that have passed by telling us not to glorify them in death? It skirts close to the line a bit, and he certainly could have gotten a bit more specific in how he suggests we should react. But he reigns it back from the edge, as Tyler so often does when discussing mental illness, by placing the focus on his own lived experience. “If I lose to myself” is the most gut-wrenching lyric Tyler’s written in ages, and it really sells that this idea is something that Tyler truly wrestles with in dark moments. We really do have to de-romanticize suicide if we want to have a chance against it, and I’m proud of Tyler for taking those steps in a public way that can also help others. And the production? Simply bone-chilling.

“The Hype”, aka “Wonderwall” meets “Bittersweet Symphony”, is another highlight. Simple lyrics, sure, but comforting ones. Particular praise goes to the ending, when the echo effects layer onto the vocals and the ukulele comes into mix. One of many great “night-time driving down the highway” songs on this half of the album.

“Cut My Lip” is pretty easily my least favorite song on the album, which is not meant a harsh criticism at all. The overall vibe is very enjoyable, and I especially love how Tyler says “contusions”, but the song is just twice as long as the lyrical content actually warrants. It really is largely saved by Josh’s intricate drumming and Paul’s intervention with the reverbing psychedelic synths: it sounds just as sick as the rest of the album in those respects.

The last two minutes of “Bandito” may just be the best part of the entire album; Paul (I assume it’s Paul) really outdid himself with that composition. The rest of the song is great, too, with “I’m still not sure if fear’s a rival or close relative to truth” in particular standing out as an all-time Tyler Joseph lyric. I can’t wait to hear this live... God, I hope this is played live...

“Pet Cheetah” is... weird. But with a name like that, we expected as much, and it only makes all the more sense when considering the subject matter: writer’s block. Tackling that subject head on really seems to have given an extra boost to Tyler’s creative energies: his rap verse is straight-up fire in terms of both wordplay and passion. All in all, a fun curiosity to come back to when we want to remember that time Tyler wrapped about naming a cheetah after acclaimed British action star Jason Statham.

“Legend” is one of those songs that really is beyond criticism by virtue of its subject matter: Tyler mourning the loss of his grandfather. I do wish the song was given a bit more polish around the edges, but it still boasts a gorgeous horn section, and the rough sound helps demonstrate that this was a deeply personal project that we’re privileged to be able to hear at all.

“Leave the City” is the perfect ending note for this project. As Zane Lowe said, it never fully reaches the crescendo it seems to be building to, and all the better for it. The inclusion of a call to “stay alive”, now directed inward toward Tyler himself, remains a powerful rallying cry of hope, even while it expresses a sense of resignation to knowing our personal battles may never end. There’s no clear answer, only the promise that we are not left alone to face what the future holds. And that’s enough.

Taken all together, Trench was not the album I was expecting, and not at all in a bad way. There was relatively little in the way of “Jumpsuit”’s harder edge, nor was it as obtuse and concept-dedicated as the initial marketing had indicated. But it was still incredibly daring and ambitious, tackling song-structures and concepts that few pop artists (if we can still call them that) would dare approach. While I would have loved an album much more strictly dedicated to telling the story of Dema, I don’t know if most people would have, and that kind of railroading would have prevented Tyler from getting as personal and deep as he does here. There are ideas and individual lyrics on this project that have left their mark on me like few pieces of music have since... well, Vessel. It might not match that album in my own heart, but it might also objectively be the best thing they’ve ever done. 

Major News, Releases, and Announcements:

Shockingly, we’re not even close to done. As reported in the last update, the album’s release was accompanied by the release of an all new music video for “My Blood”. Unlike the prior three videos, this narrative takes place completely outside the world of Dema and Trench, featuring two rebel brothers dealing with all that suburban teen white boy angst (been there) and attending a real funky Halloween party in skeleton onesies, all leading up to a satisfying Fight Club revelation.

The video is also the first one since “Tear In My Heart” to not be directed by Mark Eshleman or Andrew Donoho. The Clique’s new friend Tim Mattia has been directing some major music videos since 2012, including Troye Sivan’s Blue Neighborhood project, Fetty Wap’s “Trap Queen”, and major singles from The 1975, Zedd, Chris Stapleton, and many more. You can definitely tell the difference from the aesthetic (particularly Tyler and Josh being relegated to a glorified cameo). Still, it was a refreshing change of pace, and I look forward to seeing if it helps the song pick up any momentum at radio. 

Upcoming Performances:

American Music Awards, Microsoft Theater, Los Angeles, CA

Capacity: 7,100

On Thursday, we reported that Tyler and Josh would be signing copies of Trench in Hollywood this coming Monday. Turns out they weren’t just looking for some California sunshine- they’ll be performing at the American Music Awards. This marks their first professionally filmed performance this era and their first award show performance since... well, the last AMAs, where they put on a stellar show. Current reports state that the band will be playing “Jumpsuit”, but I would not be at all surprised if they mashed it up or tried to do something clever and attention-grabbing. Whatever they play, seeing the boys back playing live will certainly do wonders for promoting Trench- and it will definitely make me happy.   

Other Shenanigans:

Oh, we’re still not done. Irish radio station Today FM aired an interview they held with Tyler back on the Complete Diversion media day. The interviewer is brilliant and asked a bunch of thoughtful questions that show that he’s done his homework and cares for the band and its fans. Highlights include:

Tyler says that he doesn’t want to talk too much about the “easter eggs” of the marketing campaign (probably referring to dmaorg.info) because he feels it might take away some of the punch.

Tyler shares some very wise words about being aware of the cyclical nature of mental health and self-improvement. He didn’t end the album with a definitive answer because he has recognized that, in our individual journeys, we regularly get sent back to Square 1 and then are left all the more discouraged because we feel the effort is futile. Tyler suggests that awareness that will happen in advance- and that we are all doing it together- will help us to get back to the place we fell from more quickly each time. 

Tyler says that it’s incredibly “heavy” to hear fans say they saved their lives, and that he’s tempted to brush it off rather than deal with that weight. However, they recognize that their platform has given them a responsibility to serve their audience.

When confronted by the possibility that folks wouldn’t like the new imagery, the band had to fall back and just do what they thought was cool. They were so relieved by how well the Complete Diversion show went and how receptive everyone was to them.

The band will absolutely be moving forward with this Trench story- it’s not done yet, not by a long shot.

Australian music site Music Feeds also published a text interview with the band that’s another must-read:

Tyler discusses how Trench is largely meant to represent the “space between spaces”. He was particularly feeling strange about leaving Blurryface to approach this new album, so he channeled that struggle with finding yourself in a liminal space into the music.

He’s hinted at it in the past, but I believe this is the first time Tyler bluntly says that Blurryface is Nicolas Bourbaki.

Tyler jokes that they filmed in Ukraine because the workers don’t take lunch breaks and it saved them money.

Tyler says that all of the songs on the album “completely destroyed him”, but says that “Legend” was the hardest of all because of the subject matter and how he was still developing it as his grandfather passed.

Josh is looking forward to playing “Morph” live because of how different the drum pattern is from their previous work.

Tyler’s still listening to a lot of Death Cab for Cutie, while Josh is mostly just listening to podcasts like Lore.

“You can’t touch a hole.”

Also, in case you missed the title image, the band made a cute joke about A Star Is Born, whose soundtrack is increasingly looking like it will knock Trench away from a #1 debut. Some Lady Gaga stans are mad about it, I guess, but come on, that picture is hilarious.

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Listen. We’ve been here for a long time. You’ve done a lot of reading of my inane ramblings. I was going to sum up some of the early reviews for the album, but I think I’m going to save that for the next time. Hopefully I’ll be able to include the opinions of a certain Melon... Catch you Friday.

Power to the local dreamer.

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The Bizarre Road Trip Of A Missing Family by @icantwritegood​ (ao3) - (68,014 words) “A hunt for a missing family + one determined detective + one ex-conman + past beef = one hell of a road trip.”

This is one of the best fics I have ever read and if you haven’t read it yet, please do. Everything by this author is seriously amazing but this fic is one of my all time favorites (from any fandom) and I cannot express how good it is. There are so many amazing characters, scenarios, plot twists, and details that all come together to make a compelling story. There is a second part already out and completed (i’ve already started it, it’s amazing as well) and I can’t wait to see where this goes. All of that being said, I am so enamored with this fic that I made a playlist that I will explain further under the cut. If you haven’t read the fic, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER BECAUSE EVERYTHING FROM HERE ON OUT CONTAINS EXPLICIT SPOILERS.

Music is something that’s very important to me and helps me to better put my ideas together, and this fic really inspired me to try to put together something that represents this fic. In this post I’m going to explain why I chose each song and how it fits into the plot. I love symbolism, so I’m super excited to share everything that I put into this. I would recommend listening to each song as you read the analysis to get the Vibe. I’ve never explained my thoughts like this, so hopefully it goes well. 

1. “Gossip” by Sleeping With Sirens

I chose this song for the beginning of the fic because it captures a lot of the tension and chaos that enters when Shane comes back into the picture for the case, but also has some underlying themes that continue throughout the whole thing. 

“I wanna live fast, I wanna die free My blood is pumping, why can't you feel my heartbeat?“

This lyric really captures the chaotic energy that Shane brings into this whole situation right off the bat, especially “I wanna die free” because in the end I think that he’s just the type of person who needs to be in charge of a situation and needs to get free.

“To play the game, honey, you have got to roll the dice I could be bad luck, you might be crazy Yeah, I've got 9 lives, you only have 3 You're like my technique, I'm on a winning streak So watch that pretty mouth before you go and try to speak”

Once again, these lines have big Shane energy. It shows his need to be in charge of the situation, how he wants to control Ryan, and honestly just his outlook on the situation. It shows a little of how he has this sort of superiority over Ryan (real or not) and how he is convinced that he will be able to rule the situation. Also shows how Shane “taunts” Ryan.

2. “Chasing Rainbows” by Bring Me The Horizon

I mainly chose this song because it captures the near hysterical “hate” and competition between Ryan and shane at the beginning. It fits especially well with the whole finding a hotel situation as well as what occurs over the next few days (I think days, it may have just been one, time is hard). 

“Are we just dreaming in the city that never sleeps? 'Cause I can't be seeing what my eyes tell me Am I just dreaming? This can't be in my veins Everything I ever knew will never be the same”

These lines capture both of their initial reactions to the whole, “wtf they’re actually super hot what” moments they have. 

“Yeah, I feel it in my blood I can't fight this anymore I've given up”

I would count this as the moment where Ryan gives up on everything and just walks out the door only to have Shane pull him back in. It covers the defeat (and passion) they both feel in that moment.

3. “Feel Something” By Jaymes Young

Okay so this is one of my favorite artists and I struggled a lot to decide which song of his to use for this. If you want to get some really good kinda chill vibes but with a lot of darker undertones, this is your guy. I chose this song for their night in the hotel because everything about it just fits. I would highly recommend looking through all of the lyrics if you’re interested because they could all apply.

“Touch me someone I'm too young to feel so Numb, numb, numb, numb You could be the one to Make me feel something, something (2x) Show me that you're human, ohh”

I think this is fairly self explanatory, they both just really need to get it out of their systems. It also works because Shane has just gotten out of prison (and I am by no means saying that he wasn’t doing the same thing to people in there as he was outside) and is just now seeing Ryan in this new light and they both really need to work through this. 

“I never thought I'd miss the bittersweet I gave those years away”

This could refer not only to the 3 years Ryan spent trying to get Shane but also to the time Shane spent working against Ryan. It also pulls in the way they both have this weird sort of nostalgia for the chase.

4. “Ignorance” by Paramore 

This entire album (brand new eyes) captures a lot of the intensity and conflicting emotions that come with this fic and i would have used everything on here if I could. I chose this song because it captures of lot of the anger that they both feel.

“If I'm a bad person, you don't like me Well, I guess I'll make my own way It's a circle, a mean cycle”

Throughout the whole fic Shane constantly brings up the whole “was anything I really did that terrible thing and this just gets that. It also brings in how he’s kind of just using this to get out. 

“What's my offense this time?“

Pretty straightforward, but I mean the literal crimes he was charged with and how he’s constantly taunting Ryan. 

“I guess I'll go I'd best be on my way out“

This brings in how he’s literally leaving and that whole situation.

5. “Mama” by My Chemical Romance

If you don’t follow my main blog or haven’t guessed it yet, I’m a big fan of that emo shit and love those bands and nobody does it better than My Chemical Romance. This song has good vibes, good lyrics, good style, all of it, for this fic. It captures the feelings of betrayal but also just flat out chaos surrounding Shane leaving and abandoning Ryan in the middle of the road.

“Mama, we all go to hell”

One of the recurring lines throughout the song, this song really just captures the absolute insanity in all the shit going down. It also ties into Shane’s attitude to the whole situation.

“Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry Mama, we're all gonna die“

Hints at the underlying feelings that still remain despite everything that’s going on.

6. “Miss Jackson” by Panic! at the Disco

This song just gives off some vibes that I feel with the whole fallout. 

“You've got them wrapped around your finger Watch them fall down”

This brings in the other characters/Shane’s “friends” from before prison and how Ryan plans to take them out before Shane can get to them.

“Found another victim But no one's going to find Miss Jackson”

Refers to how Shane has taken advantage of so many people, including Ricky (and Ryan, but not quite the same, you know), but nobody has ever really made him feel the effects of that (yet). 

7. “Novocaine” by Fall Out Boy 

This whole song has a lot of the same intensity/energy/passion as the fic and that’s really why I chose it to put in here, but there’s also song good lyrics.

“I’m just a problem that doesn't want to be solved“

This is literally just Shane throughout the entire fic, but after Shane leaving him Ryan really wants to make him pay. 

“So don’t stop, don't stop till your heart goes numb Now I’m just numb I don’t feel a thing for you”

How Ryan is repressing those feelings and just really wants to catch Shane and redeem himself but also just wants him to be held responsible. 

8. “God Damn Liar” by Get Scared

This song is pretty loaded and there’s a lot to look at here. Overall, the passion and anger in here pretty much sums up there entire relationship tbh. 

“You'll never take me alive Cause god knows you've tried I once was blind but now I see the light Maybe I should cut my wrists You know I've never been fucked like this You've ripped my heart apart You know who you are”

This is a pretty long chunk, but I think the whole thing really just sums up their whole situation. They’re both wrestling with their feelings, and both really caught off guard by how much they enjoy everything that’s going on. It also is there for the turning point where Ryan and Shane are on the phone (all of the content in this fits for that part) only for Ryan to reveal that his team is almost to Shane’s location and the betrayal he felt. 

“You're a god damn liar I don't want to care Like I want to care“

This sums up how they’re both caught between overwhelming hate and some much softer emotions here. But throughout it all Ryan still really fucking hates Shane. 

9. “Careful” by Paramore 

This song has so much in it that I like in relation. Overall, it captures a lot of the feelings but also the situation. One of my favorites for this in the end. After putting together a rough draft of everything I wanted in here I realized that I had more Paramore songs (all from the same album) than I really wanted but they all just work so well. 

“A twisted up frown Disguised as a smile, well You would have never known I had it all But not what I wanted“

Works both ways, but I see this lyric more in relation to Shane and how he had been free but now has realized that maybe he’s in a little deeper than he thought. It also works really well for Ryan as he realizes that even though he’d worked so hard to put Shane in jail, maybe he’d be much happier with him

“The truth never set me free So, I did it myself“

Shane literally set himself free, it’s pretty straightforward. Also works with the whole “say you thought my sentence was unfair” debacle. 

10. “The Last One” by Black Veil Brides 

This song fits a lot for the whole competition to see who will apologize first. Honestly, this song is pretty self explanatory as well. 

“All the love all the hate, feel like one in the same“ 

I think this is pretty much their entire relationship honestly, but could also be used as a reference to the time before this case. 

“I swear this time is gonna be the last one Gonna be the last one, oh woah ho“

Refers to how they’re both so sure that they can just get out of this if they just do it one more time. Captures a lot of the tension between the two of them. 

11. “It’s Not A Fashion Statement, It’s A Deathwish” by My Chemical Romance 

Things are heating up with Ricky and Shit Is Going Down. Full of anger and emotions, I’m not sure this is the best song for this part but if you want to get that intense anger, sadness, and passion just go listen to the whole three cheers for sweet revenge album. 

“This hole you put me in wasn't deep enough And I'm climbing out, right now You're running out of places to hide from me“

A little reference to how Shane used Ricky and the anger and betrayal Ricky still harbours over their whole situation and how he wants Shane to pay for that.

“When you go Just know that I will remember you“

A little reference to those good ol’ feelings hanging in there. With what comes next, these words fit. However, it also brings in the way Ricky felt after he realized that Shane was already gone for Ryan. 

12. “The Two Tongues (Screaming Salvation)” by As It Is 

I agonized over what song to put here, and in the end settled on this one, but there’s any number that could go here and I’m still not sure if this one is perfect. Capturing the sheer pain Shane felt over leaving Ryan there is not easy and I’m not sure if this song does it justice, but at least a few lyrics do.

“Until the very end us dying hand-in-hand Death is whispering his answers to my fears But with consequence I'd have to leave you here”

Captures how conflicted Shane is over what to do. He thought that maybe, just maybe, him and Ryan would be able to work things out somehow but now he’s forced to either leave him behind or face the consequences. 

“When I think of him there's comfort in the cold He gives me solace when I offer him control Her voice so beautiful will find me and explain That life is agony but worth it all the same“

Oh boy those soft feelings are back and Shane is suddenly torn between everything he’s worked for and the police officer who’s been trying to throw him in jail. A little reference for his need to control the situations, but also how he wants a little more than he’s been able to fully except in the realm of feelings. Also the fact that Ryan is literally in agony and Shane is kind of struggling here with dealing with that but he has to go to live. 

“I'm not sure I'm right But I'm not sure I'm wrong I’m just desperate to belong“

Everything just got way harder when feelings got involved and Shane is having a Very Bad Time of it.

13. “The Only Exception” by Paramore 

It’s sad boy hours over here for both of them. When Shane left, things kind of went to hell emotion wise. This whole song is a great one if you want to just cry over all of the lost potential and romance because boy is it Rough when you start applying the lyrics.

“And that was the day that I promised I'd never sing of love if it does not exist But, darling You are the only exception”

Things are Not Going Well and Shane cannot deal, but Ryan can’t deal either. This song is for both of them. For Shane, that breakdown on the plane is when most of this comes into play. For Ryan, things come later. 

“Maybe I know, somewhere Deep in my soul, that love never lasts”

A reference to all of the brief “relationships” Shane has had in the past leading up to him thinking that maybe this was just how things were going to be.

“And up until now, I had sworn to myself That I'm content with loneliness Because none of it was ever worth the risk“

This one’s for Shane because he’s put himself in a position where he thought that things were just going to be what they were but now that he’s finally found someone he really fucking likes he’s a cop and everything is very complicated and suddenly the risk seems so much more worth it but it’s too late.

“I've got a tight grip on reality But I can't, let go of what's in front of me here“

Another thing that’s mostly for Shane. He has to let go of Ryan and it’s fucking tearing him apart.

this is so long i am so sorry I hope this shows what I was going for when I made the playlist. I’m not always the best with putting my thoughts into words, but I hope you guys can at least see what I was going for. 

also, some songs that don’t quite fit into the playlist but i associate with the fic:

“Dark On Me” by Starset

“Props and Mayhem” by Pierce the Veil

“The Reaper” by As It Is 

“Hourglass” by Motionless In White

“Fragments” by Jaymes Young

“Tied Down” by Jaymes Young

[theseventhhex]

Gaz Coombes Interview

Gaz Coombes

Photo by Steve Keros

For some, Gaz Coombes is just the mutton-chopped likely lad who peaked with Supergrass mega-single “Alright”. Those people are missing out. The trio were perhaps Britpop’s most underrated band and their talisman’s solo career has continued to burnish a robust and quietly brilliant talent. ‘World’s Strongest Man’ is Coombes’ most confident solo album yet - a satisfying coalition of Here Come the Bombs’ trippy chutzpah and Mercury Prize-nominated Matador’s melodic sure-footedness. This is a carefully layered record to play right through entailing wrestling personal demons, middle-age and digital interruption. All the while, Gaz is moving forward with experimental synths, raw-boned riffs and wistful vocals distributed throughout in a striking manner… The Seventh Hex talks to Gaz about his lyrical perspectives, soundtracking movies and family time…

TSH: With ‘World’s Strongest Man’ you’ve found a pace that not only suited you but also allowed you to better transcribe your ideas into music. How liberated do you feel in the wake of this release?

Gaz: Yeah, it definitely feels good. To be able to find a rhythm following on from ‘Matador’ is so useful and it feels like a seamless continuation for me. There are definitely things that I changed around for this record and I also had different approaches to my writing and my starting points stylistically were varied too. I started this album on a high point after ‘Matador’ and I felt a bit of pressure to make something better than last time. However, I embraced this challenge and everything was smooth all in all.

TSH: During your twenties and thirties you felt part of a bubble being in a band, riding the wave and not looking around much. Now you’re in a better place...

Gaz: Yeah, I think life’s just more colourful now, which isn’t always for the better, but things are more positive overall. I encounter more challenges and more layers to my life than life I did in my mid-20s. Back then my life had a singular direction, and like you said, I was in a band bubble. I guess it’s a good thing to have more colour around you. Maybe it’s the fact that you grow up and mature, therefore you tap into more shit as a writer, which is cool.

TSH: With this latest release you’re opening up about some of the darker viewpoints of life. Did you feel compelled to cover stark issues?

Gaz: I think so. I mean even with the first album I was trying to write lyrics that were direct and kind of uncensored. It’s all about being honest and instinctive really. We did the same with Supergrass too, where we would write together and kind of create the idea together on the same page. With my solo stuff I enjoy being clear and straight to the point. For me, it’s all about getting the tone right, I don’t want to write something that’s overly morose or up your own arse.

TSH: Knowing that it can be difficult to transcribe what’s in your own mind, how do you overcome this block?

Gaz: It can be a challenge but the main core of inspiration in my head comes in the early moments. I have little lines, an odd lyric or a hook that emerges early on. It’s good that there’s something there quite early on that I can keep a hold of. However, it can take quite a while to translate what’s happening in my head in the right way. I guess I like to mix things up... With the lyrics that I come up with I like to have some lines which are direct, clear and dark and then I may go off in the next verse and be more visceral and more abstract - I like to be vague at times. I like lyrics that are a bit more poetic but yet they have a hard hitting hook that’s quite direct - I like that combination of writing and keeping it abstract at times.

TSH: How does the song ‘Oxygen Mask’ involve your two daughters...

Gaz: Part of the idea of that song is that my daughters could hear it maybe when they’re older. It’s like a time capsule and sort of a reference to how I see things at this point in time in 2018. It’s to do with the advances in science and also this giant echo chamber that we all live in online. I guess it’s kind of in relation to just taking a moment and making sure that you’ve got yourself set before you kind of start to judge or comment on other people. Getting one’s own house in order is where the oxygen mask metaphor came from. The opening line ‘What lies out in front of you, I know you'll work it out’ has the message of navigating in the right way, but if all goes weird have a listen to this when you’re older.

TSH: Did you have a direction in mind as you started work on ‘Deep Pockets’?

Gaz: I didn’t have a direction in mind for that song early on actually. It just stated with a drum machine and a bass guitar in my studio. I usually start with this type of method to spark an idea. For this one, I just used bass guitar and a drum machine for ages. The hook really intrigued me, but it took a few weeks before I came up with the chorus and guitars which have a Robert Fripp kind of chaos going on, in addition to the underground kind of drone thing in the chorus. We spent a lot of time on that one and it took quite a few sessions to get right, but I’m really pleased with the end result.

TSH: Are you tampering much with the compositions when you play these songs live?

Gaz: I guess the tracks are very close to the record when we play them live. It’s also worth noting that at the start of the year we spent two months in a room, myself and the band, just working through stuff for this album. Over time the material evolved with my band and there was this really nice instinctive feel coming into play. So now when we play live it’s great to play with a band than can help to rework these songs and put their own personalities into it.

TSH: What was it like to perform on the James Corden show during your US tour?

Gaz: It was great. The US tv shows just know how to look after you. It’s a whole different ball game out there. It’s quite common in the UK to be sat waiting in some big car park. However, the glamour and scale of production in America is just off the scale.

TSH: Being a huge movie fan, have you seen any films lately?

Gaz: I haven’t watched as many as I’d like to in recent times. I actually watched Deadpool 2, which I thought was quite funny, but weirdly sick in places too.

TSH: Does soundtracking movies still fascinate you?

Gaz: Absolutely. We actually did a track with Jonny Greenwood for ‘Inherent Vice’. I’ve always had such a huge fascination with soundtracking for movies. I love how music in a movie changes things - how it can really alter a scene or a moment with the right music behind it - it can totally transform your viewing experience.

TSH: How beneficial is it to form your demos from home and do your work in your own space?

Gaz: It just means I can get ideas out quicker. I guess I’ve always done it, even with Supergrass I’d do demos on a 4 track cassette recorder just to get an idea and get it down for later. Now things are different because I can do the same thing but have something that can end up on a record and not necessarily be badly recorded or unlistenable in ways. It’s great to go down in the morning and bash out ideas and keep them and come back to them months down the line. I love the first takes and performances where I don’t know quite what I’m doing, I like it when the music feels instinctive and not calculated.

TSH: Does being at home with your family give you the high-levels of positivity that you need when you’re off tour?

Gaz: Well, that’s the trick isn’t it? Trying to maintain the positivity. It’s mostly the little things that keep you grounded, just hanging out with the kids, watching a movie with them or having a family lunch in town. Having a bit of family time always levels me out.

TSH: Looking ahead, is the key parameter for you not to repeat yourself whilst moving forward and progressing with fresh ideas?

Gaz: Yeah, that’s one of the elements I strive for and look to improve on. Also, the drive that I need to improve in all factors of my life is all encompassing for me too. Regarding the music, I know that in a couple of months I’ll get that feeling of little ideas or combinations of things emerging in my head for new music. I know stems will emerge from me just thinking about something I’ve not heard and thinking ‘I’d love to do that!’ These kinds of ideas occur and play through in my head and then I’ll go into the studio and try and make things happen.

Gaz Coombes - “Walk The Walk”

World's Strongest Man

[lesbianuravity]

A RIOTT, A BARON, and a GRAVE!

When you get the opportunity to interview a superstar from WWE, you jump on the opportunity. When you get the chance to photograph and interview three WWE Superstars, you get on the phone and book one of your best photographers and writers and have them fly 3,000 miles across the country to find their way backstage at the Staples Center in Los Angeles…and that’s exactly what we did!So, from the safety of your homesit back and get “personal” with Ruby Riott, Baron Corbin and Corey Graves.

INKED: You are one of the most tattooed personalities in WWE, when did you get your first tattoo? COREY GRAVES: I was 15 years old and my parents used it as a bargaining tool to get my grades up. It worked I got straight A’s and a tattoo right on the outside of my calf. It’s a cross, and I have known at least 10 different people that have the exact same one.

How was your transition from Superstar to commentator? It was tough, but I had no choice. If I wanted to survive here I had to make my way and fully embrace it. It was a long and difficult transition, but now I love it, and I can’t think of doing anything else.

What is your favorite part about hosting WWE Superstar Ink? I love getting to hear the back stories about the tattoos from the guys and ladies on the show. I love the tattoo industry and I have spent a lot of my time in that world and it’s always interesting to find out the meaning behind why people get the tattoos they get.

You worked in a tattoo shop. Were you a wrestler during that time? Yes, I was a wrestler during that time. I worked in a tattoo shop as a piercer for about seven years to support my wrestling habit. It was a great job, and the people I met during that time are some of my best friends to this day.

Describe your personality in three words. Eclectic, sarcastic and nonsensical. How do your fans motivate you? I try to never lose sight that I was once a fan. I followed this dream to be a superstar and that’s why I am still in this business— because I love it. I try to be respectful and to never forget what makes me a fan. Do you feel like you’re living your dream? Yes, 100 percent. I am employed by WWE and I love WWE. Hopefully one day I will be the voice of WWE, and I feel like I am this generation’s voice of WWE.

How was the transition from commentator on NXT to being a commentator on Raw and SmackDown? NXT prepared me tremendously for Monday Night Raw, but the main difference is that you are live. The live element is really exciting to me because what people don’t realize is Raw and SmackDown change constantly during the day. We can have a meeting at the beginning of the day and by the time we go on the air the show can be completely different.

So, tell me what really motivates you professionally. I’ve been in the sports entertainment industry for more than half of my life. Being in WWE is so great, and I love that I have finally settled into a role that I am good at. Now, I just want to go down in history as one of the greats: like Bobby Heenan, or Jessie “The Body” Ventura or Gorilla Monsoon.

How do you define success? In my personal life, I have a beautiful wife and three amazing children, and we have a beautiful home and life together. As far as my career, I have succeeded because I never think of myself as successful. I keep grinding so I can keep getting better and keep evolving. I never want to settle.

What’s next for Corey Graves? I would love to try something outside of WWE in the entertainment world. I’m not exactly sure what that entails but it could be hosting a show or doing stand-up comedy or being in a movie. I never got into this business to be famous, but I really enjoy entertaining and the entertainment business. ———————————————————————————————————

INKED: When did your love for wrestling begin? BARON CORBIN: Believe it or not, tattoos kind of drew me in to wrestling because as a kid in Kansas City where I’m from, wrestling has such a rich history. Me and my dad would go to shows at Memorial Hall, and we would watch wrestling on TV. I was exposed to guys that were big and athletic like Bam Bam Bigelow. He had flames tattooed on his head and I thought he was just awesome and the definition of a tough guy.

You mentioned your father as a big influencer. Tell me about that. He definitely was. My dad was an iron worker, he was tough as nails. He pushed me to be the best. I always tell the story about when I was in a karate tournament and I took 4th place. They gave me a trophy and he told me people in 4th place didn’t get a trophy and he tossed it out the car window [laughing]. He helped me become very mentally tough and he pushed me to be the best person and athlete I can be.

When did know you wanted to be a professional wrestler? Definitely as a kid. At my dad’s funeral, we told the story about my mom coming home and my dad and I were having a wrestling match and the house was shaking. She said she could see it from outside. We had these big living room brawls with my brother and my dad and it was the best time ever.

Who were some of your heros in the ring when you were growing up? It goes back to Bam Bam Bigelow and Big Boss Man, and just these big guys who could really move.

When did you start getting tattoos? When I was 18 I got my very first tattoo. It’s a horrible tattoo, it’s a Japanese or Chinese symbol for strength with two weird Celtic knots. I keep thinking I’m going to get it covered up with a big back piece or something but in that moment, it stirred the pot and I just kept getting covered. Then I got a giant dragon on my thigh, and a giant tree on the back of my leg, then I started getting my chest done and then I got portraits of my grandfather and my dad. My mom hates every single one of them.

Are there any tattoos inspired by your wrestling career? Yes. The one I just got, actually. I got lobo on the back of my head/ear area and it means “wolf” in Spanish. My wife is Spanish, and I want my children to speak Spanish, and I am the Lone Wolf in WWE. Corey Graves actually gave me that name. My character rides the line of that darker world and I have a bunch of horror movie tattoos, as well as Jack the Ripper.

Tell us about Liars Club. Liars Club is my clothing line. And I have a couple of tattoo artists that help me with designs. It’s about that vibe of even though our appearance may not be acceptable we can still take over the world.

What’s next for Baron Corbin? WWE Championship all the way. That’s why I came to WWE, I want to be the WWE Champion, and I feel like everybody should want that, and if they don’t they don’t belong here. ——————————————————————————————————— INKED: You were not the high school girl jock, correct? RUBY RIOTT: I wasn’t very good at most sports growing up. I wasn’t into cheerleading or volleyball or track. I was mostly into theater. Although I am very athletic, I think the reason I didn’t play sports in high school was because there were so many rules.

Music played a big part in your life as an adolescent. Can you tell us about that? I struggled with a bit of an identity crisis when I was young. I came from a broken home because my parents divorced when I was young. So, music became my outlet and my escape. How does music influence your life today? It’s a huge part of my life, it’s part of my creative process on a daily basis. I am constantly listening to music and I have a few songs that I listen to before every match that really put me in the mind space that I need to be in.You took your name in WWE from the band Rancid’s “Ruby Soho.” What other elements of punk rock do you bring in the ring with you? Pretty much everything. My entrance is very UK punk-based. Our Riott Squad T-shirts are influenced by a Sex Pistols album. What do the fans mean to you? They are the reason I strive to do my best each time I get in the ring. SO many amazing female Superstars have come before me blazing the trail, and I feel like it’s my responsibility to show girls who may not necessarily fit in or don’t feel like they belong that they don’t have to change.Who are some of the female superstars you looked up to when you first got into the game? When I was younger I used to watch Lita and Molly Holly and Jazz. All three of them in their own way were my favorites. I was drawn to them because they were trailblazers. They looked different, they acted different, and I was hooked. You worked so hard to get to this point. Are you living your dream right now? One hundred percent, every day! I never want to take this for granted. Being able to wake up every day and have a career that I don’t even consider to be work is such a blessing. Where did you get your first tattoo? I got my first tattoo at this small hole-in-the wall tattoo shop in Mishawaka, Indiana. It’s the music notes to “What a Wonderful World’ by Louis Armstrong. It’s not very well done, but it has so much meaning because my dad used to sing that song to me when I was very young. When did your love for tattoos begin? It was around the same time that I discovered punk rock and fell in love with music. Tattoos were another way for me to express myself. I remember the first time I saw Kat Von D; I saw how much amazing artwork she had all over her body, and I knew it was something that I could relate to and wanted to get into. How many tattoos do you have? I believe I have about 26. I think! A lot of them are blended together so it may be more than that. Probably over 40 hours of work due to some of the detail. What’s next for Ruby Riott? One day I will become SmackDown Women’s Champion, and one day I will be in the grandest stage of all: WrestleMania. 

[lolirockvevo]

There were a few things Doug could have been doing with his time, instead of sitting in this diner with Iris and two of the more popular youtubers this side of Sweden.

None of them were important. He couldn’t tell you why Iris had asked him to do this, but he was ready.

“So, ah, who starts?” He had his phone up, ready to hit play when he remembered to ask who begins this interview. Is it him? Iris? One of the twins??

Iris can’t help but snort, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “Well… you two did win the raffle. So…” She waved a hand for the twins to start.

Mephisto was bouncing in his seat, and he raised his hand immediately. “I’ll start, if that’s alright?”

Iris nodded to him and Praxina pulled out her own phone to begin texting and- if she were asked- take notes.

Iris flashed a smile. “Whenever you’re ready!”

Doug pressed record, and… Mephisto went from a goof to a charming goof. He smiled at the camera like he was born to be on film or something.

“Hello, -ah, I have no idea what you call your audience. I guess The Pack will be watching this, so… hi guys!”

Doug didn’t know how he implied capital letters with his voice, but he wanted to know now.

Iris couldn’t help but to be captivated too. “Well, I don’t know about the girls but I’m pretty partial to Lolirockers…” She offered a smile to the camera as well, not unused to it. “Hey there!”

“Right!” Mephisto laughed, and nudged his sister. 

“Praxina and I were invited out here for an interview with Iris, and I wouldn’t mind answering some questions too if you and Doug have them!”

Iris nodded with him, eyes gravitating back to him. “Of course, wouldn’t want it to get too one sided, right?” Mephisto nodded earnestly, smiling at the camera again and if Doug were a little less straight or a little more of a romantic he had a feeling his knees would be weak. Damn.

“So, Can you share any plans you have for the band? Like songs or genres or costume ideas?”

Iris leaned forward onto her elbows, beginning to fiddle with her fingers. “Well we have a lot in mind and a lot planned, and we currently have a project that we’ve actually been working on for the last year but, since it’s not finished yet, haven’t hyped yet. And it’s kind of under wraps but if you’re interested I can give you a little hint…” She flashes a grin, knowing that he’d be interested.

Anyone with eyes and working WiFi knew about his lolirock obsession. It was probably the main reason people over twenty were into them at all, and absolutely the only reason they’d gotten as big as they had. He was so honestly excited about them and their music… it was nice. He was nice. Mephisto was nodding along before she was even done talking.

“Oh, really? Well, I certainly can’t say no to a hint! What is it?”

Doug didn’t know people could be that eager and genuine. He was like a puppy. What the hell. Praxina leaned back in her chair to snap a picture of her brother for their instagram, too amused with this situation. Part of her wondered how he’d react if the girl knew of his crush… but at the same time, no chance she’d be that cruel.

“It’s going to be a 3 disk special album.” Iris held up three fingers, then put one down with each name she followed it with. “Auriana, Talia, Me.” Mephisto was almost literally vibrating with excitement. Doug didn’t think anyone could be that excited about Iris and her band, they were good enough singers, sure, but… jeez. Iris couldn’t help but giggle and lean back in her seat, pulling her smoothie up for a sip. “Sound fun? We have no when it’s going to be done. In all honesty… it’s mostly finished, but there’s one major hangup.” “What’s that?” Mephisto paused, after the question left his mouth. “Wait, no, you only said a hint, sorry.” He scratched the back of his neck, shaking his head. “No, no, it’s fine. Doesn’t give too much away to tell you what I’m missing… I think?” Iris glanced at the other two for help, and Praxina merely shrugged. “Anyways I’m kind of stuck. It’s fun to do an- full disclosure- experimental solo set of songs, but it’s also been pretty hard for me. Can’t find the perfect…” She bit her lip and waved her hand, looking for the word.

“Partner? Sound?” Praxina volunteered. Mephisto nodded immediately. 

“I get that, I have a few songs I haven’t uploaded because I can’t get the mixing to work, sometimes a fresh pair of eyes- or ears, I guess- really helps.” He shrugged.

“But what can you do but wait until everything clicks into place?” Iris laughed once, nodding. Of course he understood. “My big hangup, I guess, is that all the songs I wrote ended up being duets. And the whole point is not to sing them with Talia and Auriana, and it’s not like I had anyone in mind when I wrote them so… it’s been interesting. Talia is done recording hers, and Auriana is almost done.” “Do you have anyone you could do duets with? Did the other girls have some people you could also use?” Mephisto tilted his head, curious but trying to be helpful.

Doug was honestly surprised the guy didn’t offer himself. So Doug decided to do it, instead. He swiveled the camera to face Iris and spoke in his most Serious Question voice.

“Why don’t you get Python here to do it, Iris? I’ve heard he’s pretty good.”

Iris had been well aware of his singing abilities, and maybe she was kind of hoping to hear that answer, but she wasn’t going to wrestle it out of him. “I- um- I wouldn’t mind that. The girls sang with some friends, some other musicians, but nobody I really clicked with, I guess?” She laughed awkwardly.

If Praxina didn’t know better, she’d say that the girl was embarrassed. Flustered. She wasn’t quite sure which one, or both, but she did know that this conversation was straight out of one of her brother’s more dry dreams. Mephisto patted Praxina, partly because he could sense her making a terrible joke in her head and also be needed to know that this was really happening. Oh god.

“I well, um, if you think that’d work, I don’t see why I wouldn’t want to, I mean-” Iris nodded slowly, then faster. “Yeah, you know what, I think this would be super cool. As long as you’re okay with it, right?”

Praxina glanced at her brother. He was going to say yes, he’d better say yes. She’d say yes for him, actually, he always babbled too much. “He says he’d love to.” She nodded. Mephisto had to clamp down on the excited squeak that wanted to come out of his mouth, and he nodded vigorously as Praxina agreed for him. Best sister, good friend. Praxina rubbed between his shoulders and flashed a smile at the pop princess. “He’s in. Hey, why don’t you two swap numbers? And Doug, ask a question now.” Doug moves the camera to focus back on the twins, grinning a little.

“What’s next for you two, then? Aside from the whole song, thing. That’s been pretty well established.”

Mephisto wheezed, as Praxina pet him. He needed to remember to breathe, god. Okay. Uh. “Well, we’re keeping up with our Let’s Plays and trying out some new games- and more exciting, we got a sponsor! Right, Phi?” Mephisto sat up straighter. 

“Right, yes, there’s a couple of videos I’ve done that’ll be uploaded soon where our new sponsor is mentioned. I don’t… think we can say who? Can we? Do they care?” She shrugged. “Doesn’t matter if we do or don’t, I think.” “I should probably call LootCrate and ask…” Mephisto muttered, glancing at his phone and completely forgetting he was on camera.

Doug snorted. Iris’ eyes widened. “You got a sponsorship from LootCrate?” She couldn’t help but grin in excitement. Praxina on the other hand, rolled her eyes. Mephisto paused, glancing up. 

“Oh, uh.. Yeah.” He glanced at Doug’s camera.

“I… guess I’ll find out if I wasn’t supposed to say anything until the videos went live later. Oops.” “Good job bro.” Praxina nudged him with her elbow. “You’re great at-” Her phone burst out with noise and her jaw clacked shut as the ringtone went off… ‘I Won’t Say I’m In Love.“

"Oh crap.” Mephisto’s head snapped up.

“What? Who is that? Why is that your ringtone for them?” Praxina hastily hit 'reject’ on the call from 'Gatorade- Is It In You ;)’ and turned to her brother. “Listen, I can explain.” “That’s not reassuring! You don’t do sappy stuff, unless you’re- you have a boyfriend.” “What? No, no.” Praxina held up a finger. “I don’t have feelings, I didn’t catch feelings. Nothing is happening!” “Your ringtone is a Disney love song!” Mephisto poked her shoulder.

“And that was a dirty Gatorade joke as a contact! Oh my god.” “That’s- it’s not what it looks like! You know I like Disney songs, and I like making jokes. Besides, I would have told you if it was serious!” “No you wouldn’t! You would hide it until I was also dating somebody, because you’re scared of me being jealous, for some reason!” Iris turned to Doug and made a 'cut this off’ motion, eyes wide as the twins continued fighting. Doug had been catching the action, but at Iris’s frantic motion he scrambled to cut the video short. Oops. Those two probably didn’t need their fight broadcast all over the internet… ah well.