#ignore my gorilla hair

[turkeytrey]

apricity🌤

[ectospacecadet]

Sam's toxic relationship with Danny.

Alright, so, in Double Cross My Heart we all know Sam gets a new crush and Danny becomes jealous. But, after watching this episode for the umpteenth time, I really don't think he was jealous, he was just being overprotective as always (13).

Moving on, there was something about Gregor I noticed from the get-go and why I think Sam just fell for him on-sight, anyone want to take a guess?

Well, let's see, he's tan, wearing black and white, has white hair, and green eyes (he takes his sunglasses off at the end of the episode). Any of these attributes sound, I dunno, familiar?

Do I think this was intentional? Yes, but not from his end, he had no idea Sam has a crush on Phantom, and yes I mean Phantom. Why?

This is when Sam's crush on Danny actually started, this moment here. No not earlier in the episode when they're holding hands, she and Danny do blush but it's because they're in an awkward situation, not because 'oh no I'm touching my crush's hands'. Sam doesn't show any actual interest in Danny in any episode prior to this, sure she and Danny are dancing together at the freshman dance (parental bonding) but there's no romance underlying the scene, it's just two friends dancing platonically, Danny even says he wish he took her just because she wanted to go.

Do I think Sam even knows she has a crush on Phantom and not Danny? No, she's 14, she wouldn't understand that. Why do I think that? Well it's just the way she treats Danny as Danny and not as Phantom, when Danny does regular teenage boy stuff she gets all angry and annoyed by him and Tucker, but when it comes to the ghost stuff she's not as bad about it. I get she's trying to get him to be more mature etc, but he's 14 xD let him be 14.

Then there's Memory Blank, remember how she just straight up gets called out for her causing issues with Danny and just not apologising for any of it? She apologises for the fight, not for what she's done, and Danny just rolls over. It's insane. "Welcome to my world, remember? We should make the menu recyclo-vegetarian! We should let the gorilla out! We should sell all of your dad’s stuff at a garage sale!" "Anything else you want to blame me for? The ice age? Puberty?" "Sam, both monsters knew your name. Either there’s another Sam involved in ghost fighting-- or it’s you." "How about a “thank you”, huh?"

She never actually apologises for any of that tbh, even in this episode she had a go at Danny for beating up the possessed cow balloon and not for haunting the Truck Dealership place. Y'know, he does mature superhero things and she's like "yeah but my agenda", Sam has a tendency to only be mad at Danny for abusing his ghost powers if it doesn't give her perks.

Killer Garage Sale: Danny gains popularity, Sam is ugh. Splitting Images (the NEXT episode): Danny (who's possessed and Tucker even states Danny's acting weird) gains popularity, Sam ignores Tucker's observation and jumps on Danny's popularity to save the frogs.

I feel like the two finally getting together was only because of Elmer's initial plan, but in-universe they only got together because every other character insisted on it. Sam only has the Class Ring because Valerie dumped him and the only reason it has her name in it is because of Jack, Danny never actually gave it to her.

Alright, gonna jump all the way to Frightmare now because I think, even subconsciously, Danny just doesn't have any real feelings for Sam. Why?

Because this happens. In order to wake up from Frightmare's dream helmet things, you need to have a shock in their dream, or basically a nightmare. So Danny's dream was basically perfect up until Danny was confronted with what he thinks is what he wants, yet he wakes up in distress over it. Then there's Sam's dream, which is identical, but Sam wouldn't have woken up from the kiss, it took this to snap her out of it.

Which feels... Kind of telling to me. Sam's perfect dream was happening and she would have remained asleep, but Danny's exact same dream was happening and he woke up. Our subconciouses are basically our thoughts and feelings in their purest form, the way how you feel about something will be very apparent in an instant.

Ok, last episode I'm gonna talk about it, ugh, Phantom Planet. I know, I know, the writing in this episode was so messed up, but the one thing it did get consistent was Sam's character in this. I'm just going to take her last line in the show, which also happens to be the last line in the show, period. "Why not? Cool statue. Personally I would have made it out of recycled materials but, you know, that's just me." Honey, your boyfriend just saved the entire planet and you're going to take the time to complain about his statue??? Like... C'mon Sam... Anyway, yeah, there's a lot more I could say about this btw, but I think I'm done here. Personally, I think if Paulina and Danny wound up together I don't think it'd be as toxic as one with Sam's currently is. "But she only loves Phantom", yeah, but also she's never mean to Danny on her own, she's only mean to him in front of her friends and to Sam to piss her off. She always singles Danny out from his 'loser friends'. Weird huh? ((Just know I'm not saying I ship Paulina with Danny, just that she's actually not as bad as people think she is to him, she's a lot less mean to him than Sam is tbh, you can probably guess who I think is the better person for Danny xD)).

So yeah, I feel like after some time Danny's relationship with Sam would dwindle and eventually end, they'd still be friends, but just that.

I'll end it there.

EDIT: I also forgot about this.

Danny spies on Sam with Gregor because he’s worried Gregor’s with the GIW and doesn’t want Sam to get hurt, Sam gets mad at him for spying on her whilst on a date.

But when both Sam and Tucker spy on him and Valerie because they’re worried Valerie might waste him as Danny Phantom (Sam also has some very blatant jealousy spikes) everything is ok???

I don’t think Danny gets upset that Sam and Gregor kiss because he’s jealous either, I think it’s because either: A) he’s realising he might be wrong, B) he’s worried that if he’s right Sam’ll be heartbroken. If he was jealous he wouldn’t have been suddenly ok with Gregor after stopping the GIW from attacking him, he even apologised to Sam for the spying, Sam and Tucker never did ouo

When Danny goes on to say there’s many reasons to want to date Sam, again, only Sam blushes here, Danny just plays it off and doesn’t blush at all. He was just being a good friend and making her feel better, not saying he would date her. He’s 14, he doesn’t know you can platonically call someone pretty.

Let’s not forget Danny’s feelings for Valerie haven’t gone anywhere yet, the episode (double cross your heart) literally starts like this.

[730architect]

picture your face - L4B (1.1)

first real tumblr post um hi?? anyways i posted this fic on ao3 last month and it did pretty well so i decided to post it on here as well! so hi if you know me from there or from twt :)

part 2

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wc: 2.4k

tags: 18+ MDNI!! liv4brutality, masturbation, hatred, conflicted feelings, liv lowkey hates dominik (yay), callbacks to l4b (2022), liv is still hopelessly in love with rhea but we knew this, light heterosexual couple jumpscares sorry....

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I had to go into the other room, she sent me something and I can’t think about anything else…

Liv walked confidently to the back after successfully winning a dark match on tonight’s SmackDown, a match she had won with ease. Ease, which really meant continuous interference from her boyfriend, Dominik Mysterio. She cradled her precious championship in her arms as she pointed and laughed in the faces of the fans booing her on her way out. She was on top of the world and there was no woman on the entire roster, on the entire planet for that matter, who could knock her off of her pedestal.

Each victory was sweeter than the last, further cementing her as the greatest women’s world champion of all time, as she so eloquently called herself. She and Dominik were all smiles as they walked through the curtain arm in arm celebrating the champion’s win. However Liv’s smile faded quickly the second they made it back to gorilla, dropping her hand from his.

“You okay, mi güerita?” Dominik asks, immediately noticing her instant lack of affection which had caught him off guard.

“Fine, just a little tired.” Liv replies with a strained smile, attempting to save face. Dominik returned her smile with a bright one of his own, oblivious to her strange behavior.

The truth was, dating Dominik wasn’t all she had imagined it would be. Sure, in the beginning it was sort of fun. But that was due to the fact that Liv had finally gotten the ultimate revenge on the woman who had ruined her life while the whole world watched. She did exactly what she vowed she would do: take everything from Rhea Ripley until she was left with nothing but her shitty shoulder and her own misery.

Unfortunately for Liv, it was obvious that Dominik liked her far more than she liked him; which she took full responsibility for. Her conversations with Finn always seemed to be over the same matter: her true intentions with Dominik. She was not at all prepared for how needy and affectionate Dom would be, both in private and in public. He constantly needed her attention for even the littlest things.

“Hey Liv, should I wear my white or purple boots for my match later?”

“Liv, do you think I look jacked in this picture?”

His constant neediness was enough to drive any woman insane, Liv was amazed that Rhea was able to stay with him for so long. She couldn’t help but discreetly roll her eyes whenever he called her name before putting on a sickeningly sweet smile paired with a skip in her step as she made her way to him. Why did she feel this way?

She and Dominik are back in their shared hotel room after the show. She finds herself trapped in his arms yet again in bed as he mindlessly scrolls through the TV channels. Liv gets up from the bed, tossing Dominik’s tattooed arm off of her and ignoring his audible confusion, mumbling something along the lines of, “I’m going to the bathroom.”

Picture your face, I wanna touch you but you’re too far away…

Liv locks herself in the bathroom and surveys her surroundings, mind still racing. Her eyes land on the large bathtub and decides a bath would help clear her head. She empties the pockets of her shorts and runs the bath water to her desired temperature while she pours soap into the tub, allowing it to form bubbles as she undresses. She tosses her clothes into a pile in the corner of the bathroom and ties her blonde hair up into a lazy bun at the top of her head, then climbing into the warm and welcoming water as bubbles swirled around her. Liv allows herself to sink down, down, down into the tub until only her head breaks the surface of the foamy water.

She tries to dilute her stress but Rhea continues to ravage her thoughts relentlessly, refusing to provide her with even a second of relief. Liv finds her mind drifting back to 2022, when she and Rhea were tag team partners and the best of friends. How Rhea treated her like the only girl in the world, how she picked her up with ease in ways that Dominik could only dream of. Liv feels a pang in her heart as she relives each sweet memory she and Rhea shared together on their quest for tag team gold. Her wet fingers rise and ghost over her lips where she swears she can still taste the sweetness of Rhea’s cheek that she would kiss after every win or loss. No matter what, they had each other. Until they didn’t.

And maybe Liv was naive for thinking that they would last forever, but how could she not when Rhea treated her like the only girl she would ever have eyes for for as long as she lived? Sometimes she thinks about what their lives would be like if Rhea had never turned her back on her. Would they still be tag team partners or would they have split on good terms? Would they be champions together like they once dreamed? The constant state of wonder she repeatedly finds herself in leaves her head pounding. They once looked at each other with such tenderness but now every glance is filled with pure malice.

Know I shouldn't need it but I want affection, know I shouldn't want it but I need attention

She hears a familiar snore come from the other room and immediately recognizes it as Dominik, which only seems to piss her off even more. Liv’s mind shifts once again, thinking about how her stomach would jolt whenever her eyes met Rhea’s as she stared her down, blue eyes morphing into angry slits every time Rhea saw her. Liv would try and put on a hardened expression of her own but to no avail. She just couldn’t ignore the heat that pooled in the pit of her stomach every time Rhea was near. Her breath on the back of Liv’s neck every time she pinned her down to the mat, seething over how much she fucking hated her. And by god did it turn her on.

Her nimble fingers begin to trail down her still-immersed body, fantasizing about how roughly Rhea would grab her, practically throwing her around like a rag doll if she really wanted to. How her sharp canines would flash through her snarl every time she had Liv backed into a corner. She found herself dismissing the wet spots in her underwear after every interaction with her or even after just stumbling across a post of hers on social media.

Liv grabs her phone from the side of the tub and opens Instagram, switching between accounts. Her wet fingers slowly find the search bar and tap on the last and only searched profile: Rhea’s. Liv couldn’t risk making a wrong move and tapping something she wasn’t meant to on accident, which would end up being the most embarrassing thing that could ever happen to her. She looks through Rhea’s profile for a couple seconds, nearly missing her latest post.

It was a mirror picture taken at the gym, nothing Rhea hasn’t posted about a million times before. But this one nearly had Liv’s world crumbling around her. It wasn’t the photo that mattered, despite how good she looked in it. Muscles bulging and glistening with a light sheen of sweat after what Liv assumed to be an intense arm-day workout. Black tattoo ink decorated her skin, wrapping themselves around her arms and fingers as she held her phone in one hand and flexed the other. But it was the caption that truly caught Liv’s attention.

“rhearipley_wwe watch me 👁️‍🗨️”

Liv sat up straight in the bathtub, nearly spilling water onto the bathroom floor with the speed she moved at. She waits for the anger to hit her but it never does. Instead it’s that same familiar throb in her core which she’s sure is coated in slick and not because of the water she’s sitting in. She stops for a moment to listen to her surroundings, relieved when she still hears Dom’s obnoxious snores through the locked door. She sinks back down into the tub, still staring at the photo, eyes drooping slightly with lust. Her fingers trace incoherent shapes onto the soft skin of her thighs as she separates them, exposing her cunt to her digits. She glides her index finger over her opening, almost slipping it inside due to how wet she is. Rhea may be obsessed but Liv was nothing short of infatuated by her.

Now I'm picturing you and you're touching yourself…

Her fingers slowly begin to circle her clit, spreading her slick over the puffy pearl. Liv sighs softly to herself, eyes fluttering shut for a split second before opening again to marvel at the photo. The caption itself almost seems like a teasing invitation in its own right, enticing Liv to slip a finger inside of herself, quickly replacing one with two and imagining it was Rhea’s inked ones instead. Water sloshed around due to her movements as her back arched slightly off the back of the tub she leaned on. “Shit… Rhea…” she whispers to herself through parted lips, Rhea’s name slipping past them like a prayer. Like she’s repenting, begging some sort of divine power for forgiveness for what she’s done as she does it.

Liv never slows the relentless piston of her fingers, going in and out of her weeping hole. The heel of her palm hits her clit with every thrust at the perfect angle, making her brain short circuit with every motion.

A memory from years ago plays in her mind like a technicolor movie. Liv had made her way to the locker room, calling out Rhea’s name as she glanced left and right for her then partner until she saw her standing at the end of the locker room, back facing her.

“Hey Rhea, I was wondering if you wanted to grab some food before we head back to the hotel or something.” Liv chirped as she walked up to her partner, blissfully unaware that she was stripping herself of her ring gear. Rhea turns around to face Liv, her hands reaching behind her back to unclasp her bralette that made up the top half of her gear.

“Sounds good to me, love. What are you in the mood for?” Rhea asks with a toothy smile, thick accent slicing through the air.

She turns around once again and lets out a relieved sigh when she finally unfastens her top, allowing it to fall off of her and completely expose the top half of her body. Liv’s mouth drops open before she quickly regains her composure, trying her hardest not to gawk at her tag partner’s physique, now having half of it fully exposed to her.

Rhea had less tattoos back then, her body a little leaner as she's put on more muscle since. But regardless of how she looked, Liv always found herself pressing her thighs together whenever she saw her, searching desperately for even the smallest bit of friction to provide herself with some semblance of relief before she could tend to it herself. Rhea turns to the side as she throws on a t-shirt, allowing Liv to catch a glimpse of her plush tits and the piercings that adorned them; along with the massive gargoyle tattoo that sat right underneath. She didn’t feel worthy of seeing her like this, all exposed and vulnerable. She didn’t feel worthy of seeing her at all.

The fingers wrapped around her phone still displaying Rhea’s photo had begun to tremble due to the sensation, liking the photo accidentally in the process. Liv however paid no mind, how could she with how her heart hammered in her chest, blood pounding in her ears, drowning out the sounds of her breathy moans and pathetic whimpers as she imagined Rhea’s expression seeing her like this behind her rolled back eyes. Liv eventually drops her phone back down and paws at her breasts, rolling her nipples between her index finger and thumb as she continues the assault on her pussy with her other hand.

She feels pressure increase just below her pelvis, making the entire lower half of her body feel like it’s about to implode. She slows the speed of her fingers ever so slightly to be able to grind her hips down onto them, allowing them to hit even deeper inside of her which makes her head spin. She feels the pressure increase more and more until she pinches at her nipple right as her fingers curl up slightly inside her, hitting that spot that makes her see stars every time. Liv throws her head back and detonates like a bomb around her digits, Rhea’s face the only thing she could see behind her tightly closed eyelids.

“Rhea… oh my sweet girl, oh my god…” she wept to herself, only then realizing that a few tears had rolled down her face. She slowly pulls her fingers out of her cunt, whining at the sensitivity and emptiness she felt. Liv laps her fingers clean, moaning around them as she envisions they’re Rhea’s she’s sucking off rather than her own.

She lays back and takes some much needed deep breaths with her eyes closed, feeling her heart rate return to a normal speed. She opens her eyes to the sound of her phone going off, notifying her that she’s received a text message. Liv picks her phone up to check who it is only to almost drop it into the water when she does.

It’s an unsaved number she hasn’t texted in years, but the lack of caller ID doesn’t serve any purpose considering it’s the only phone number besides hers that she knows by heart. With shaking fingers, she taps on the notification, opening the messages app. The text contains a single screenshot of someone’s instagram notifications. She taps on it and reads “yaonlylivvonce and 82,385 others liked your photo”.

You’re fucking kidding.

The photo in question is the post of Rhea that Liv had just spent the last half hour jerking it to. She’s stuck, frozen in shock as the now lukewarm water stills around her. She’s snapped out of her trance with another text notification, this time it’s a short sentence.

“I guess you really were watching me”

Shit.

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

My corporeal love (Yandere!Fem!Spirit X Fem!Reader)

CW: Yandere behavior, death

poltergeist versus ghost

(Reader) shook her head at the results, deleting the question from the search bar while heaving a deep sigh of frustration.

types of ghosts

A hand reached out from under the chair (Reader) was sitting on, running long nails across one of her feet. (Reader) only sighed again and pulled up her feet and tucked them under her bottom. Ghosts turned out to be real, and they were annoying.

The haunting began like how horror movies promised they would, soon after moving into the new apartment (Reader) began hearing scratching noises late at night and seeing lights flicker out the corner of her eye. At first it was unnerving, but exciting. Hearing a thud from the next room over and having a chuckle after the shock of being startled, it was fun. The ridiculous situation helped dull the pain of reality.

It quickly grew, making her think she saw someone hiding in the closet, only to disappear when (Reader) would flip on the light; waking to claw marks on the bedroom door when she unlocked it in the morning; feeling someone roughly grip her ass while she tried to wash the dishes...

Wild, bulging eyes watched (Reader) as she put away her computer and wandered into the kitchen to make her morning pot of coffee; the owner of said blood shot eyes was a grey toned naked woman with long, sharp nails who sat crouched on the counter.

"(Reader)~" a dry voice cooed while a dead hand reached out to lightly brush (Reader's) shoulder.

The newly single woman had once made the mistake of trying to connect with the entity she shared a home with, believing it to be a lost soul in need of assistance, only to awaken with hands traveling up her thighs and bite marks on her neck. This thing wasn't a soul in torment, but an evil spirit that didn't believe in personal space.

It fed on energy. The more attention (Reader) gave it, the stronger it became, now freely crawling across the ceiling at all hours and whispering suggestive words of praise to (Reader). Which is why (Reader) was now doing her best to ignore her.

"Your hair looks beautiful today. I wish you'd let me run my fingers through it."

A jingle sang out of (Reader's) pocket. She grabbed it a little too quickly, thankful for having something to help her ignore the spirit, but unfortunately was too eager, and didn't pay attention to the name of who was dialing, accidently answering "BASTARD"s call.

"Hello?"

"Finally you answer. I've only called you every single day for a week."

Her heart dropped. "It was an accident, I promise it won't happen again."

"Oh, grow up (Reader). I made a mistake, but you're acting like I hit you or something."

(Reader) clenched her jaw. The woman next to her slowly closed in on her as (Reader) stayed still as a statue. The undead's breathing ragged as it strained to hear who (Reader) was talking to.

"What do you want."

"To talk."

"There is nothing to talk about."

"... You're being childish."

The phone was suddenly ripped from (Reader's) hand, smacking into the wall across the kitchen. (Reader) freaked out, forgetting for a second that the strange woman in her home was an unknown entity and not just a dick.

"Fucking really?!" She cried out as she jogged over towards her cell. "Don't do that! That's my phone!" As she bent to grab it the phone slid just out of reach, her ex's voice still angrily berating her. (Reader) stood, glaring at the approaching thing shuffling on all fours like a gorilla.

She smiled, her buggy eyes still wide and terrifyingly dark, pupils expanded to the point (Reader) couldn't see the irises.

"You deserve better."

Then, poof. She was gone.

(Reader) was stunned. She could still hear the cheater calling out her name from the phone on the floor. For a third time that morning, (Reader) found herself sighing.

"Hey!" (Reader) called out, never having learned her ghostly roommate's name. She passed through every room until she heard scratching from the closet, and opened the door without turning on the light in an attempt to prevent her from disappearing again. The spirit was lying on the ground, scratching at the floor, leaving marks.

"I never found out your name."

"I don't remember it."

(Reader) sat criss cross outside the opened door. "What's wrong?"

"... What if he hurts you?"

"He wouldn't. He's a dick, but he's also chicken shit. I left him because he cheated on me. He doesn't even know where I live now." The ghost seemed unconvinced. "I promise."

She took a deep breath, gurgling slightly as she always did. "I don't remember my name. I don't remember who killed me. But I can feel my bones breaking down in the cement of this building."

Guilt over how (Reader) had been treating the dead woman settled heavy into her gut. Even if she got a little handsy, it was probably lonely being invisible to everyone.

"That sounds terrible. I'm sorry." (Reader) laid down next to her, and she immediately rolled over and latched onto (Reader's) body, her nails digging into (Reader's) back. Her body was cold, and not entirely solid, (Reader) believed she could feel the nude flesh sinking through her shirt, freezing her bare skin underneath.

"I'll protect you, (Reader). I don't want you to end up like me... The pain never ends."

The next two weeks flew by. (Reader) had nicknamed the spirit Lydia. She didn't get the reference and was just happy that (Reader) was calling her something other than "Hey, you". Lydia still had issues with getting too handsy every so often, but as (Reader) came to know her as a person instead of a presence she hated it less and less.

Lydia sat in (Reader's) lap as they watched television together. Her form was stronger than ever, and although she was still cold, Lydia felt like a real human next to (Reader). The connection (Reader) felt with Lydia was comforting, and she had even begun to care for her as someone more than a friend.

(Reader) unlocked the door, opening it to reveal her ex boyfriend standing on her welcome mat with a smug look on his face.

Someone pounded on the front door, banging it hard enough to shake the joints and cause the hinges to clatter. Lydia was immediately agitated, dissipating from view. (Reader) could still feel her presence though, a chill settling in the heavy air, and as she rushed to the front door it felt like she was wading through fog.

She tried to reclose the door the second she registered his face, but he used his foot to block her attempt, bulldozing his way into her new home. "That's no way to greet someone." He chastised.

Her face scrunched up in fear. "How did you find me?"

"Not easily."

(Reader) tried to hold herself steady, but she could feel her body shake with anger. "You need to leave before I call the cops."

"The cops?!" He laughed in annoyance, glancing around his ex's apartment with his hands on his hips. "Jesus Christ, you're acting like a crazy bitch."

Lydia dropped something in the bedroom, and with the crash (Reader's) ex's smile fell as well.

"Is someone here?" He started for the hallway as (Reader) panicked.

"Stop! I told you to leave!"

He burst into the bedroom, searching for whoever had made the noise. Then the door shut on it's own behind him.

"What the hell, (Reader)? Is this some kind of joke?!"

A shuttering gasp emanated from under the bed. Lydia's scarred arms slowly began to drag her body out from underneath the frame, relying on the intruder's fear to make herself visible to him. The man began shaking the handle, incapable of opening the door.

"(Reader)!"

Lydia's body cracked painfully as she stood up straight.

"(Reader! Open the door!!"

"Stop saying her name."

Whipping back around he found himself alone, the broken looking woman gone. He felt his body go numb with adrenaline. (Reader's) ex was panting, trying to figure out what kind of fucked up prank this was, and how (Reader) could have set it up. When he realized the woman was probably hiding again, he turned back to try opening the door again, only to turn face to face with wide black eyes twitching with rage. Lydia grabbed his face, her nails piercing his cheeks and jaw.

From the living room (Reader) could hear her ex scream in fear, smashing against her bedroom walls and ceiling, then silence.

The police would never find his body.

Stored deep inside the building itself, resting between concrete and steel beams, bleeding into the cement block that was Lydia's final resting place. They would never find even a drop of blood in (Reader's) home.

After the noises had ceased, (Reader) heard the door unlock, so she ran into the bedroom to greet Lydia, throwing her arms around her and kissing her gently. Lydia softly crept her hands up under (Reader's) shirt, caressing her bare back.

"I told you I would protect you."

[trippiexlove]

Serendipity - Ch. 10

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Rhyan POV

Today was finally the day I would be returning. I kept this a secret from every body. I was so excited to be back, even though it has been a few weeks, it felt way longer than that. 

I finally arrived to the arena Monday Night Raw was being held in tonight. As I walked into the women's locker room I saw my girls talking with one another. 

"I guess y'all don't need me anymore huh?" I smiled as they screamed and grabbed me into a group hug. 

"Why didn't you tell us you would be back" Jade said as she pulled away from the group hug. 

"Just wanted to surprise you guys" 

"It's definitely a surprise, we missed our champ being around" Bianca smiled as she continued getting ready. 

"I missed y'all too" I opened up my gear bag to start getting my outfit out. 

"Have you seen Mr. Main Event yet?" Jade looked up at me as she finished lacing up her boots.

"Not yet, he probably will be a little upset with me"

"Why?"

"Well to keep this a surprise, I've been sort of ignoring him," the girls gave me a are you crazy look. "don't give me that look, I am planning on going to surprise him right before the show"

Bianca pointed at me, "Ok girl, because don't play with that man"

I laughed as I went into the bathrooms to quickly change into my outfit for the night. Once I was done changing, I quickly made my way to hair and makeup.

(outfit/hair minus the purse)

When I was finished there I made my way to go find Jey when I was stopped by Pearce. 

"Hey champ how's it going? You feeling better?"

"Hey, yes I am doing much better thank you"

"No problem, I am glad I found you, I wanted to tell you the plans for tonight"

We went over the planned segments I would be in tonight. One segment tonight would involve me confronting Nia, and the other I would be confronting Rhea over her comments she has been making about me over the last few weeks. 

Once we were done I went back to trying to find Jey before the show. As I rounded a corner I noticed him sitting on top of a crate on his phone.

"Hey Main Event" I smiled as I walked up to him. He gave me a surprised but confused face.

"Nope don't come over here smiling, this why you haven't been answering my calls this week?" He scrunched up his eyebrows staring down at me.

I poked my lip out giving my best puppy dog eyes, "Don't be mad, I just wanted to surprise you and everyone"

"Well it definitely work"

"good, now can you stop being mean and give me a hug" I smiled with my arms opened wide. He licked his lip and smiled a little pulling me into a hug lifting me off the ground.

"I missed you" I said as he put me back on the ground with his hands still wrapped around me.

"I missed you too, you feeling ok?"

"Yeah I am feeling good, doctors said I am cleared, I got a few segments tonight"

"Ok good, make sure to take it easy, need you around here"

"Aweee somebody care about me" I said as I caressed the side of his face.

"Of course I do ma" I smiled as I leaned up for a quick kiss

"Ima go get prepared for my first segment, meet up after the show?" 

"Most definitely" 

I began to walk away til he pulled me back to him and brought me into a more passionate kiss that lingered a little. 

"Let me go before you start something you can't finish"

"Don't worry, we'll be finishing this tonight" he smirked and sent a smack to my ass, as I walked away. I turned and hit his chest as he laughed. 

~Rhyan First Segment~ 

I was in gorilla hyping myself up for this first segment. Nia was having her match against Zoey Stark. The plan was to run in and attack her once the match was over. 

I waited til I heard the bell ring, signaling that the match was over, and her music hit. I let her enjoy her moment for a few seconds, til my music hit and I ran out leaving my title in gorilla.

As I ran out the crowd went wild, the loudest I ever heard them before. 

"THE WWE WOMEN'S WORLD CHAMPION IS BACK AND WITH VENGEANCE" Michael Cole stated on commentary. 

I slid in the ring, Nia & I instantly throwing blows to one another. I quickly gain the upper hand, taking my leg swiping her legs from up under her. 

I let out a scream as the WWE universe was up on their feet cheering me on. I waited til she got up, stalking her like prey. 

"Rhyan Simone eyeing Nia Jax like prey, looking for some form of payback for  putting her on the shelf for a few weeks." Corey Graves commentated. 

As soon as Nia was up I rolled her up in my finisher, The Rhyne-Stone. I ran putting my knees in her back, rolling her over, latched under her chin and pulled her up. Applying a lot of pressure to her lower back. Officials and security ran out to separate us. 

"RHYAN LET GO!" I let her go standing up. I walked away but not before sending a kick to her mid-section. 

I walked back into gorilla, grabbing my title. I looked over to Paul and he gave me a thumbs up. I walked backstage bumping into Jey. 

"You did good out there Ma"

"Thank you, she finally got her receipt, now I need to go calm myself down before my next segment"

"When is your next segment?"

"I think it after Alpha Academy's match with the Viking's"

"bet, I got my match after your segment" 

"Ok, Ima go but Ima still see you afterwards" 

"Yeet!" 

~Rhyan Second Segment~

I was once again back in gorilla waiting to walk back out. Currently, Rhea and the rest of the Judgement Day, with the exception of Finn, was in the ring. Doing their usual promo on how they are the most dominant faction. 

I was watching on a monitor when Jey walked up next to me. 

"Hey what's up"

"Nothing much, I was just told that I would be joining you during your segment"

"Oh really, I could use some backup"

"You know Im there" 

I smiled as I looked back at the monitor. 

"And to Rhyan Simone when I get the chance, trust me, you are going to be out longer than what Nia had you." She smirked as she looked into the camera 

I put the title around my waist "that's my cue" I grabbed a mic off the table in gorilla and wait til my music hit. Once it did I walked through the curtain, getting another big pop tonight. 

"Rhea, Rhea, Rhea, just like every female in the back, you will never learn" I smirked as I walked down the ramp "you see, I am the most dominant champion in the company, hell, in this company's history" 

I jumped up on the apron, and went in-between the ropes, standing face to face with her.

"You say you are going to take me out, that you are the most dominant, prove it!" I looked deep in her eyes "I dare you, please try to take this title off of me. Because the difference between me and you" 

I smiled and stood back before I finished "I don't need the title, it doesn't make me a star, I am the damn star, of this show and of this company. YOU need to be the star, YOU need the title to make yourself feel better about yourself" She didn't like that last comment as she got closer to my face. 

"Trust me when I say Rhyan, the moment me and you are in this ring together, by ourself, you will see who the real star is" 

I smiled at her as I stood closer to her, me and her exchanging heated word with one another. That is until Damien decided he wanted to step in and shove me back. 

I gave Damien a look, and if looks could kill he definitely would've been 6 feet under. 

"Rhyan, I would be careful what you ask for, Rhea is the strongest woman in this whole division, and she won't have a problem taking that title off your pretty little waist" he smirked at me, using his pointer finger to caress my title. His hands crept on to my waist and that's where I had enough. 

I smacked his hands as he smirked at me. 

"Damien I wouldn't worry about stepping in women's business, but I guess as Mami's bitch I shouldn't expect nothing less" the crowd went crazy when I said that. Damien, heated, stepped up to me, and before he could get a word out. 

USO!

I smirked as Jey came down the ramp, high-fiving fans, quickly getting in the ring. He got in-between me and Damien staring him down. 

"Jey Uso is now IN YO CITYYYY" He slowly turned and looked at me, licking his lips. He walked around me, stopping to lean on the ropes. 

"First off, everybody lets welcome back Miss Rhyan Simone" He threw his head back before continuing "we missed you, we ALL missed you" He looked me up and down as I smirked at him. 

"Seems like there's a new tribal chief on Monday Nights, in the name of Rhyan Simone" I smiled as I stood to the side "Now you Priest, instead of stepping into women business, lets handle our business, tonight, right here, right now" 

We both gave each other a look and we swung on Rhea & Damien. I kicked Rhea out the ring, turning and seeing Dominic about to hit Jey. I grabbed him before he could, punching him, and throwing him out the ring next to Rhea. 

I got out the ring as Jey's match against Damien started. 

~End of night~

After Jey's match, which he won, we both walked to the back. I gathered my things walking out to the parking lot where Jey and I will meet. I saw him standing next to a charger and shook my head.

"Only you would get a Charger" he looked up and grin as he took my bags.

"You know I had to, only way I ride" 

We got in the car and made the quick drive to the hotel. We made it upstairs and set our stuff to the side. I was hungry so I was looking at the hotel menu. 

Jey came and wrapped his arms around me, putting his head on my shoulder.

"I hope you didn't think I would forget that you've been ignoring me all week"

"Baby it was to save the surprise" 

"I hear you, but I think I need a apology" I turned around facing him "plus we never got to finish what we started"

"So I'm guessing I won't be eating tonight"

"You won't, but I know I will be" 

He picked me up, earning a squeal from me, and wrapped my legs around his waist. 

He laid me on the bed, leaning up and bringing me into a passionate kiss. 

Let's just say, I was apologizing all night

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[milfswriter]

okay hear me out on this request lol

Rhea x Reader where reader wanted to surprise Rhea and buys a box of those aphrodisiac chocolates, then Rhea eats one of them thinking its regular chocolate and goes into a match. She can't focus at all during the match because of the aphrodisiac and is thinking of reader the whole time which almost costs her the match. horny + angry Rhea = thisisgonnabealongnight.jpg if youre not comfortable with writing this since its smut i 100% understand anyways i love your work and hope you're doing well :)))

it's 3 am and I'm bored so have this ig. I feel like I exaggerated the effects of the chocolate lmao.

Mistake

Rhea Ripley x Reader Summary: Rhea eats from the chocolate box you bought and almost immediately regrets it. Notes and warning: not proofread tbh, aphrodisiac, smut (obv), cunnilingus, fingering (Rhea receiving), strapon mentioned, locker room sex, slightly bottom!rhea

"Hey" you placed a kiss to your girlfriend's cheek as you got into the locker room, placing a heart-shaped box in her locker before she closed it.

"What's that?" she smiled, there were still a few days until your anniversary so she was a bit confused as to what was the occasion.

"Just..chocolate" you failed to hold back your smirk which made her narrow her eyes at you before humming.

"I'll be going first 'cause I'm on commentary" You gave her a quick kiss and made your way to the door. "Oh, and..don't eat those!" You warned her, you really did.

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Rhea shrugged before untying the little red bow on top of the box, opening it to see two layers of chocolate. Surely eating a few won't do any harm, she needed the extra energy for her match anyway.

She closed the box, not bothering to tie the ribbon back to hide her crime as she was already late. She walked to the gorilla and waited until it was her turn.

She felt...weird. She assumed it was the sugar since she hadn't had any in a while except for energy drinks but gulped as her knees almost buckled when she saw you with the hairstylist, doing the last touches on your hair.

"Hey..good luck" you squeezed her hand before your theme played and you came out behind the curtain.

Her vision was clouded by your scent, she couldn't focus to save her bloody life! it wasn't any opponent, it was Charlotte Flair. That little snake will do anything to embarrass her in front of you. You were not going to be on ringside this time, you'll be WATCHING her as Charlotte kicks her ass. She won't let this happen. She didn't want it to seem like she could only win when you were there.

"There you go, Rhea," a staff member said, pulling her out of the deep trance she was in as her theme played.

You watched with a grin as Rhea did her stomp, glaring at the cameras before making her way to the ring. She looked tense, almost dizzy.

As her theme stopped playing, she leaned against the corner of the ring, trying as hard she could not to make eye contact with you as you sat next to Corey with your legs crossed as you praised her.

"One Riptide from Rhea will send the so-called 'queen' spiraling. Mark my words, Cole!"

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Fuck, she couldn't contain herself. An intense throbbing between her legs began to form and she held onto the ropes as Charlotte did her entrance.

What the hell was happening to her? is she having a heart attack?. Damn it she shouldn't have drunk all those energy drinks that week.

She turned her head to see you and immediately regretted it when she saw you already looking at her with a smirk. You looked..sexy. Extra sexy that she didn't know how she let you walk out in those clothes, no one deserved to see you like this but her.

She ignored all the taunts Charlotte was doing to provoke her as she stared at you. She was brought back to reality by the bell and looked at Charlotte who gave her a cocky smirk.

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Halfway through the match, you decided you'd leave commentary and be on ring side because if you didn't, Rhea would be taking the Figure 8 in no time.

She delivered a big boot to Charlotte, sending her falling on her back. The crowd cheered before Rhea looked at you briefly then turned her head back to her opponent.

She couldn't stop thinking about you..your breasts, how full and round they'd look whenever she'd squeeze them. You lips, soft and tasy. and Oh your p-.

"RHEA!" Your voice interrupted her train of thought as you saw Charlotte coming her way looking for a spear.

Before she knew it, she was thrown across the ring and rolled out of it in pain. "What the fuck are you doing! Focus!" You hissed through your teeth, placing a hand on her thigh and saw her looking at your hand and bit her lip.

You gulped in realization, "You..You didn't eat the chocolate..did you?" Her eyes widened and it hit her like a ton of bricks, it was the chocolate!

"I thought I told you not to open it!" you sighed before hearing the ref counting.

You pulled her up by the arm and pushed her into the ring without another word in frustration. "Finish this!"

She wished she could, but Charlotte was taking advantage of the situation.

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Rhea hit Charlotte with an Avalanche Riptide, pinning her tiredly with an arm over her torso.

You held onto the rope in anticipation, gulping when you saw Charlotte's feet trying to reach the rope.

"One! Two! Three!" Rhea couldn't believe this was finally over, it's been going on for 15 minutes and the throbbing is getting even more intense and all she wants is to take you to the locker room because she isn't sure she'll last until the hotel.

Her theme played as you slid into the ring, raising her arm in victory before the cameras were cut. "Please.." she whispered and you shushed her, taking her hand backstage.

She was following clumsily behind you as you headed to the locker room. "Congrats Rhea" you heard Dakota say but didn't bother to wait for Rhea to chat with her.

"T..Thanks" As you reached the locker room, you opened Rhea's locker and took the box, placing it in its original bag before taking your stuff.

"Follow me to the car.."

"No!" she blocked the way to the door with her much larger frame. "I..I need you now..please"

"Wh..here?!" she nodded, getting on her knees after locking the door, and began unbuttoning your jeans, knowing full well you were packing underneath.

"sit on the bench" you ordered, "Come on..I wanna eat you out before you explode on the spot" you laughed but she released a sigh of relief.

She stood up and, with your help, unbuttoned her tights and pulled them down her legs alongside her underwear.

"You..are dripping" you whispered in her ear. If she's gonna walk around and do what you told her not to, you won't let it go easily.

She spread her legs, feeling your breath on her inner thigh. "No teasing..please" you placed slow kisses all over her inner thighs, coating them with lipstick before spreading them even more, she was absolutely soaked.

you spread her lips with your thumbs before giving in and licking a long stripe. "oh, fuck.." was heard before you dived into her with your tongue.

"Such a fucking slut" you mumbled before going back to what you were doing. She scowled before moaning again, biting back whatever comment she was gonna make in hopes of you getting into it already.

She threw her head back, sighing and savoring the feeling of your lips wrapped around her clit before you decide to be a tease again. Shit..what the fuck did they put in that chocolate.

"I told you not to eat it!" you laughed nipping on her labia, and she knew she must have been thinking out loud.

"How was I supposed to know they were spik- Oh!" she was cut off with a guttural groan when a finger entered her, stretching her for you even though you knew there was no need for that.

You added another finger and you know she was close with how tight she was clenching around you. "I'm...close"

"Do you deserve to come?" you asked, slowing down your movement for a bit.

"Please I'm sorry..I..needed that sugar, fuck!" you let out a chuckle at her state, picking up the pace again and wrapping your lips back around her bundle of nerves.

you felt her fingers pulling slightly on your scalp as her legs shook on either side of your head, trying hard not to suffocate you with them. "that's it..cum for me, Demi" you knew what saying her real name did to her, you didn't know why but you never complained.

To bring her even closer to the edge, you sneaked your free hand up her body and squeezed her boob through her leather bra, almost immediately causing the coil in her stomach to snap.

You shut her up with your fingers in her mouth, you were sure everybody knew what was going on in there but you didn't want them to know what Rhea Ripley sounds like when she's cumming for you.

She looked down at you with a grin as you lapped at her cum, placing one last kiss on her clit as her fingers played with your hair while she caught her breath.

"You done in there you freaks?! I need my fucking stuff" You heard Shayna slamming her hand against the door.

"Are we?" you looked at Rhea with a laugh as she shook her head.

"Not even close. But..let's continue in the hotel, I wanna have my way with you" she got up, giving you a hard kiss before putting her pants back on.

"Fuck..how many did you fucking eat!"

"..Three. I thought I was dying out there" You let out a howl at her state, she looked so disheveled and fucked out even though you two just began.

She unlocked the door, facing Shayna who was crossing her arms. "Was it that good or are you just a fucking show off cause you got y/n?"

"oh, believe me-"

"nope! let's go!" you didn't know whether to be offended at Shayna doubting you were good in bed or flattered.

Rhea laughed at your flushed face, taking her stuff and following you to the parking lot.

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ajc style anteater. mini rant(?) about the ajpw design under the cut LOL

i know this is just because ajpw is more heavily targetted towards little kids and it looks like that to appeal to Little Kids but like. it just does not look like a giant anteater to me (assuming its based on giant anteaters specifically.) the head is too big and the tail is too small and the legs arent even correctly shaped <//3

they make it fluffy but none of it sticks out the way its meant to?

looking at these images side by side you can see that the fur on the second anteater is straight and goes downward. whereas the fur on the ajpw anteater sticks up or curves alot. eg on the neck and the tail, and kinda on the forelegs. in the ajpw design they completely ignore the long fur on the legs. which is kind of baffling to me because i feel like the long leg fur is really good design wise?? like it just looks nice and would have a nice silhouette when you put it on paper.

aside from the fur the head is also kinda big. same with the eyes. not much to say there.

i dont think the front claws on anteaters go forwards like that? its hard to find clear pictures of their paws but this one i found very clearly shows that their claws are facing inwards rather than outwards. i think its kinda like a gorilla hands type situation where they curl their forepaws/hands into a fist while walking. it feels like a weird choice to not reflect that in the ajpw design

i cant really think of much else to say so i think im done but i think i should say again. i know why the design is the way it is. im not the target audience and from the small amount of ajpw art ive looked at im pretty sure they have a slightly different style from ajc. this is just me voicing how i feel about it. i dont think they should change it and im not like ripping out my hair or angry over it i just think in an ideal world where i decide how everything looks it would look better. thats all thank you ^_^

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• Nick Wayne x Reader •

Summary: You are Christians daughter and are part of The Patriarchy faction in AEW. You are one of the most evil and badass women's wrestler. What happens when you and your dad try to get Nick on your side?

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In The Patriarchy locker room, I am sitting on a chair and Killswitch is sitting on the floor infront of me while I braid a piece of his hair. Christian is sitting on the couch shining up his TNT title for his match against Darby Allin tonight on Wrestledream. It is a 2 out of 3 falls match. Me and Killswitch will be at ringside trying to get Nick Wayne to join our group. We have been following and torturing him for a few weeks now. I continue braiding a piece of Killswitch's hair and we hear a knock at the door. Christian gets up and opens the door a little. One of the producers is telling him we have 10 minutes until we have to go out. He closes the door on him.

"Alright. Let's go. We have 10 minutes until we are on."

I finish up his braid and put a hairtie on it. I pat his shoulder and he stands up.

"Thanks Y/N."

I stand up and hit his stomach with the back of my hand.

"Anything for you dude."

"Let's go you two."

They walk out of the locker room and I put my foot on the side of the couch fixing the laces on my wrestling boot. I am wearing ring gear that matches my dad's tonight and a Christian Cage cut up shirt. I fix my shirt a little looking in the mirror. I walk out the locker room closing the door and turn to see Nick and Darby walking down the hall with a camera behind them. I lean against the door looking at them. They stop looking at me and I wave my fingers at Nick smirking. Darby hits Nick's chest lightly.

"Let's go dude."

Darby continues walking and Nick stands there a few more seconds. I wink at him and let out a little evil laugh. Darby grabs Nick's arm and pulls him down the hallway. I continue laughing walking to gorilla. I get to gorilla finding Christian and Killswitch stretching. Christian looks over at me and smiles.

"Y/N. What you just did was perfect."

"Thanks dad."

His music hits and we make our way out to the stage. Christian stands in the middle with me standing on his left and Killswitch standing on his right posing for our entrance. We make our way down to the ring and get my dad ready for his match. Darby's music hits. Darby and Nick are making their way down to the ring and slide in standing across from us. I am sitting on the top rope with Killswitch standing infront of me and Christian by his side. I wave my fingers at Nick again evilly laughing. Nick climbs out of the ring ignoring me. Me and Killswitch climb out of the ring. Christian and Darby start their match....

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*nearing the end of the match with the ring all ripped apart*

Darby is laying in the middle of the ring and I grab the TNT championship from the announcers area. I walk over and climb up onto the apron and hand my dad the belt.

"Let's go. Hit him!"

I climb down onto the floor. Christian gets ready to hit Darby with the belt but Nick jumps up on the apron and grabs the belt running back to his mom at ringside. I stand there with a shocked look on my face at what just happened. Nick slides into the ring and starts yelling at Christian acting like he is going to hit him with his championship. Darby is standing next to Nick telling him to hit Christian. I climb up on the ring and Nick looks over at me. I smile evilly looking at him. Nick turns and hits Darby in the face with the belt. I drop to my knees laughing even louder. I crawl under the ropes and over to Nick who is also on his knees. I put my hand under his chin and make him look at me. I smirk and wink at him.

"Welcome to the dark side."

Christian gets up and pins Darby for the win. Me and Nick stand up with him still staring at me. Christian puts his hand on Nick's shoulder and pulls him into a hug. Nick hugs him back still trying to look at me. Christian puts his arm out getting me to come into their hug. I join them smirking at Nick. We break up the hug than hold each other's arms up in victory. I roll out of the ring with Nick and start walking over towards his mom. Grabbing a fan's drink, I walk over throwing the drink in her face. Nick puts his arm around my neck and we both start laughing at her. We make our way to the back, basking in the boos from the crowd.

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*a week later*

JR is having a sitdown interview with Nick and his mom. Me and my dad plan on going in during the interview. Me and Christian are waiting in the hallway. The interview starts and goes on for a few minutes. Christian comes into the room and puts his hand on Nick's shoulder.

"You ready to come home son?"

Nick gets up with Christian. His mom gets up and grabs his arm. Nick turns around and shoves her off.

"You were a terrible mother!"

His mom slaps him across the face. I walk into the room and get in her face. I stare at her while Christian checks on Nick.

"Nick I'm sorry. Son I'm so sorry."

I stand infront of Nick with my arms crossed staring daggers through her.

"You're dead to me."

"No Nick. No please! No! What have you done?"

Christian and Nick start leaving and I follow behind them evilly laughing shutting the door. We can hear his mom banging on the door yelling. Next thing I know, I get slammed into the door by Christian's body trying to catch him. I look over seeing Darby throw Nick through a guard rail. I look down at my dad.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm good. Let's go get Nick!"

We get up and follow them out to the ramp. Killswitch comes up and smacks Darby off of Nick. Darby comes back trying to hit him but Killswitch throws him down the ramp. I am standing next to my dad when, all of a sudden, he gets hit in the back of his leg and falls down to his knees. I look over and see Sting staring at me. He walks down towards Killswitch and starts attacking him. I kneel down next to Nick and put his head in my lap looking at his face seeing his tooth is broken. Sting is beating up Christian in the ring. Killswitch grabs Christian's arm and pulls him out of the ring. I run my fingers through Nick's hair looking up at my dad.

"Dad! Look what happened!"

Christian kneels down looking at Nick and gasps. He stands up and yells at Darby.

"Look what you did to him!!"

Nick moves his head in my lap looking up at me. I look down at him putting my forehead on his.

"I'm so sorry this happened to you."

He groans and rubs his head against mine slightly. I help him stand up putting his arm around my neck. We make our way to the back and to medical.

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*2 weeks later*

Me and Christian are standing ringside for Nick's match again Dalton Castle. Dalton currently has Nick down on the mat. I bang on the apron.

"Cmon babe!"

Ever since 2 weeks ago when I was holding Nick and put my forehead ontop of his, all the fans thought I was kissing his face and that we started dating. So Tony decided to make us a couple in AEW. We don't do much as a couple besides hold hands to the ring and call each other babe. Nick rolls out of the ring and falls infront of me and Christian. Dalton rolls out of the ring and goes to grab Nick but I step infront of him blocking him while Christian checks on Nick. I shake my head no at him with a very straight face. Dalton smirks, grabs the sides of my head and kisses me. I start trying to push him off of me. He lets go laughing but Nick pulls me behind him and hits Dalton with an elbow to the face. I start wiping my face and fake throwing up kinda hunched over. Christian pats my back lightly than looks over at Nick beating down Dalton in the ring.

"Don't ever lay your hands or lips on my girlfriend ever again!"

I can kinda hear what he is saying to Dalton and smile a little trying not to get caught by the camera. The camera guy comes over to me and Christian and I start coughing and fake throwing up again for the camera. Christian gets up on the apron corner arguing with Dalton and the ref. Nick takes Dalton and throws him through the ropes into the ring post. Nick jumps on the second rope and hits him with a cutter. He covers him and wins the match. Me and Christian climb into the ring. I run over, jump onto Nick and wrap my legs around his waist. He wraps his arms around my waist hugging me back. Christian and Killswitch come join us in the hug making the crowd boo even louder. We break up the hug and Killswitch and Christian celebrate. I get out of Nick's arms and we hold up our arms in victory. Nick is holding my hand up and we put our arms down still holding hands. I look up at Nick starting to feel something I haven't felt for someone before. He lets go of my hand and we make our way to the back.

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*3 days later*

In our locker room, I am sleeping with my head laying on Killswitch's thigh. Nick is sitting on the chair and Christian is sitting on the desk. There is a knock at the door and Christian gets up to answer it. He pushes whoever it is outside the room. I move a little bit and Killswitch puts his hand on my shoulder. Nick looks over at us and Killswitch looks at him smirking.

"Wishing this was you huh?"

Nick rolls his eyes and smiles a little.

"Maybe."

"Dude I know you got a crush on this girl. Maybe you should do something about it."

"Dude I wish. Christian would kill me."

"Doesn't hurt to try."

Christian comes back in and looks at them.

"So I have to go out by myself tonight. Nobody with me. So I need to go get ready. Don't wake her up. She isn't nice when she gets woken up."

He points to me than leaves the room. Killswitch looks over at Nick.

"I wanna go to catering for a little bit. You wanna come over here, sit down and let her sleep on you?"

He smirks at Nick and Nick gets up coming over to the couch. Killswitch lifts me up a little, gets up and lets Nick sit down putting my head on his lap.

"Have fun buddy."

He winks at Nick than leaves the room. Nick pulls out his phone and takes a picture of me sleeping on his lap. He sighs looking at the picture talking to himself.

"God you are so pretty. Wish I could just tell you about my crush."

I smirk a little and look up at him.

"So you got a crush on me?"

He gasps and looks down at me. I giggle rolling onto my back looking up at him.

"How long have you been awake?"

"When I moved a little and Killswitch put his hand on my shoulder. He knew I was awake. I heard everything."

His face starts getting really red looking away from me. I look up at him smiling a little.

"What if I told ya I also have a crush on you?"

He looks down at me with a shocked face and puts his hand on my cheek.

"Are you serious?"

"100%. I mean I've had one on you since before this whole trying to get you apart of our group thing came about."

I sit up and look at him smiling. He grabs my waist and pulls me into his lap. I giggle getting comfortable on his lap.

"My God. You are so beautiful."

He grabs my face and kisses me hard. I kiss him back hard wrapping my arms around his neck. He pulls back looking at me smiling.

"Will you be my real life girlfriend?"

"Of course I will!"

He grabs my face with both hands kissing me hard. I run my fingers through his hair starting to make out with him. We don't hear the door open.

"Y/N! NICK! WHAT IS GOING ON?!"

We stop kissing looking over seeing Christian standing there with a shocked look on his face and Killswitch standing behind him with a plate of food smirking at us. I climb off of Nick's lap looking at my dad.

"We got some explaining to do."

The End

[thlayli-ra]

Succubus!

(Sequel to 'I Prayed For This...')

Characters - Drew McIntyre, CM Punk, Jinder Mahal, The Undertaker, Frankie Calaway (OC)

Pairings - Drew McIntyre/CM Punk, Drew McIntyre/Jinder Mahal, CM Punk/The Undertaker

AU - Valetverse (created by Syreina)

Rating - Mature (18+)

Warnings - Male slash, dom/sub undertones, non-con elements, forced kissing, forced bondage, gagging, abduction, choking, masturbation, mentions of past abuse, strong language, mild violence

Words - ~4,800 (yeah, it's long, sorry!)

Background Info - In a world where women no longer exist, society is split into two; dominants (the ruling class) and valets (who possess the 'inualidus chromosome' that allows them to bear children). Stripped of basic human rights, valets are expected to be entirely subservient to the dominants that claim them and few are prized higher than the valets of the WWE.

Summary - The rot takes hold...

From the moment the bell rung it was sheer brutality. The combatants had gone to war, firing every weapon in their arsenal and while there had been advances on both sides, there was only ever going to be one winner. When Drew McIntyre landed the devastating Claymore that almost decapitated CM Punk, he knew it was over. Throwing himself across Punk, he pulled his leg back to deepen the pin while the referee counted the one, two, three.

And it was all over! He had won!

Standing up, he yanked his wrist out of the ref's grasp - he didn't give a damn about posturing to the crowd. All he cared about was the battered, broken and bloodied valet lying crumpled at his feet. Punk groaned as he slowly turned onto his stomach, curling an arm around his bruised ribs. From above, Drew watched the tattooed man manoeuvre his leg out to the side to steady himself, the way he usually did whenever he found himself face-down on the canvas.

Completely oblivious to the danger lurking above him.

Stepping closer, Drew nudged his boot between Punk's open legs. The valet jerked with shock as the dominant's toe bumped him through his trunks. One dazed eye creaked open to plead silently with the victorious Scotsman but Drew only sneered back.

The referee scuttled over with the papers and Drew snatched them off of him, signing his name on the dotted line before there could be any interference. The very second that the deed was done, he crouched down, bending his entire frame over his fallen foe and presented the contract to him.

'Look at this, Punk,' he taunted, grabbing up a fistful of the valet's dark, damp hair and pressing his face flat against the paper, smearing the fresh ink with Punk's blood and sweat. 'What did I tell you? I said I'd make you my bitch and I have. Your arse belongs to me now!'

A taped palm connected with the middle of Drew's chest, shoving him back. The Scotsman chuckled menacingly at the weak retort, throwing the contract aside so that he could grab his newly won prize by the ears.

'You can fight me all you want, it doesn't change a damn thing,' he yelled in the valet's face. 'In the eyes of the law, you are mine and there's nothing you can do about it. So if I want to do this-' he pulled Punk towards him, ramming their lips together harshly. The fighting spirit inside his beaten opponent flared up, and Punk got his fingers in between their foreheads, pushing Drew off but the Scot was not to be denied, cackling as he pinned Punk's wrist to the mat and kissed him again. Forcing his tongue between Punk's pursed lips and swirling it around obscenely, forgetting his own warning of 'PG, brother'.

Yanking him up by his snagged wrist, Drew tossed the weary valet over his shoulder before retrieving his papers then walking up the ramp with both of his prizes, grinning from ear-to-ear despite the ungodly blare of boos from the crowd.

The dominant ignored the looks and frowns that awaited him in gorilla, striding right past them with an iron grip on Punk's legs, squeezing them tight to his chest. His body was so warm and wet from the ring, the bare skin of his thighs sticking to Drew's sweaty pecs. He couldn't wait to shed the rest of his new pet's gear and see what delicacies lay underneath.

'Now then, Punky,' he sang, marching down the hallways of the backstage area. 'Where's your private locker room? Big star like you, gotta have your own locker room, right?'

Eventually he found the door with the name 'CM Punk' taped to it and went inside, making sure to snap the lock shut behind him before dumping his prize onto the floor. Punk let out a weak cry as his battered body collided with the unforgiving concrete.

'You know, when you make such sweet sounds like that it's hard not to bend you over that bench and claim you right here, right now.' Drew dug the toe of his boot underneath Punk's chin and tilted it back. 'But luckily for you, I'm a patient man. I can wait. Now, let's get you packed up and take you back to your new home, shall we?'

Without warning, the wounded wrestler fought back. Grabbing Drew's ankle, Punk flung his arm up, aiming for a brutal low blow but the dominant was able to step out of harm's way before the taped fist hit its target. The shock on Drew's face dissolved into rage and he savagely smashed his boot into Punk's side, kicking him again and again, all while laughing maniacally.

'Haven't you learnt yet? Didn't I make myself clear in that ring?' Drew tossed back his mop of sweaty hair as Punk curled in on himself, coughing feebly with pain. 'You can't beat me, Punk so stop trying. Just accept that I am your new dominant now. You belong to me! Did you not see your nice new name on your papers. You're no longer Phil Calaway, you're now Phil Galloway. Not that different, really, if you think about it. You should get used to that easy enough.'

From down on the floor, Punk rasped something out, the words choked by another harsh cough.

'What was that?' Drew said, bending in close to the beaten down valet.

'Fuck... you!'

Drew went silent, gritting his teeth behind pursed lips. His fingers tensing into tight fists. He took in a sharp breath to calm himself before he beat the defiant valet black and blue.

'You want to do this the hard way, Punk?' He couldn't hide the snarl in his voice 'Fine, then we do this the hard way.'

Leaping up to his feet, he went to Punk's bags, ransacking his belongings until he found exactly what he was looking for. He chuckled menacingly as he grabbed up a roll of the valet's wrist tape. 'This'll do nicely,' he smirked, yanking the end loose with a loud ssrrrrkkkk. 'Let's start by shutting up that big mouth of yours.'

The second Drew grabbed his jaw and forced the tape over his lips, Punk yelled out, but it was too late and his protests were soon muffled by layers and layers of white tape being wrapped around his lower face. Once firmly gagged, Drew thrust his newly acquired prize flush against the floor and straddled the small of his back, capturing both of Punk's frantically flailing wrists. Despite the valet's struggles, his hands were soon bound together with tape, snaring them behind his back. His ankles were next to follow until the tattooed valet was entirely restrained. Defenceless.

It didn't seem to matter to the older man, however. Once Drew got up off of him, he began to thrash against his binds, desperate to loosen them and break free, all while spitting stifled insults from behind his gag.

Drew wasn't finished with him. Amongst the valet's belongings, he spotted a bundle of faded black fabric. Punk's hoodie! He lifted it up to admire the weathered garment, even going so far as to press it against his nose and take a deep breath. It reeked of Punk. That same alluring scent that permeated the very air of his private locker room, the same aroma that had hung around them in the ring, the intensity becoming too hard to bear whenever they were pressed together in close contact. Drew had enjoyed the first taste of his new pet and he looked forward to becoming more intimately acquainted with it later.

For now...

He grabbed the off-white tie of the hoodie and pulled the entire length out. This, he used to fasten Punk's taped wrists and ankles together, a nasty final insult to the defeated valet. Gagged, hog-tied and exhausted, his semi-nude body bruised and bleeding, Punk finally surrendered to his immediate fate. Placing his sticky cheek against the cement floor, he went quiet and still, focusing on conserving his energy for later.

For he would need it, Drew would make damn sure of that!

Stuffing Punk's belongings into his bags, he packed them into his rental before retrieving his biggest prize of the night. Opening the trunk of his car, he carefully placed the fettered valet inside, stepping back to admire the breathtaking sight of the fear in Punk's wide hazel eyes. No shiny golden belt, no jewel-encrusted crown, no title, not even a Wrestlemania moment, could ever rival the status of the trophy he currently had in his possession, quivering in the confined space.

'A word of advise?' Drew said, tilting his head to the side. 'Enjoy the drive. Because once we reach our destination...' he sneered viciously, '..I'm going to make your life a living hell.'

He slammed the trunk shut.

'HAH!'

Drew shot awake, beaded in cold sweat. He glanced around him, recognising his bedroom back in his apartment. It was early morning and the first soft rays of light were drifting in through the drapes. Little dapples of spring sunshine danced onto the man beside him in bed. Jinder, his husband. The man he loved.

The Scot scrubbed a hand over his damp face. A dream. It was all just a fucked-up dream. His shoulders stooped when he spied the tented bed covers at his hips. He had an impressive case of morning wood.

But why? Because of CM fucking Punk?

Checking that Jinder was still asleep, Drew slipped out of bed and tip-toed into the bathroom. The first thing he did was splash his face in ice-cold water, try to cleanse away the rot from his brain. It was getting harder each day, like mould left untreated in the shower tray, it kept coming back worse and worse.

CM fucking Punk!

He didn't even like Punk. He didn't even like valets! Yes, he had been married to one once but that had been a marriage of convenience. Dominants weren't meant to love other dominants, least not without a hot piece of valet ass sandwiched between them, but Drew had never felt anything for the gentler sex. Not even for Curtis, who had been nothing but sweet and caring to them both, even though he knew there was no love involved in their set-up.

When Jinder was defeated by Ryback in the match that lost them Curtis, Drew wasn't upset. He'd went to his husband's side and held his cheeks in his large hands. 'I'm sorry,' Jinder had said, on the verge of tears.

In reply, Drew kissed him, in plain sight, in front of the WWE Universe, in front of the cameras, in front of everybody. 'We don't need him,' he replied. 'Now we can be us. Who we really are.'

They had paid dearly for their true selves; both of them were fired by the company. But times had changed and attitudes had softened and the pair had eventually been welcomed back with open arms. The atmosphere was certainly less tense with Hunter running things.

So why was Drew suddenly so... unsatisfied? And why was CM fucking Punk of all people harassing him in his sleep? Haunting his dreams. More than his dreams, he was afraid to admit. The past few weeks, he had never strayed far from the Scotsman's thoughts even when awake.

The cold water did nothing to cool the solidness between his legs so Drew stood over the toilet bowl. Grabbing hold of his massive shaft, he began to pump it with his fist, pulling his foreskin back over his leaking head as far as it would go then folding it back again. A groan sounded in his chest, almost like a tiger's growl. He thought of Jinder, thought of his big hands roughly pushing him down onto the sheets, kissing his neck, fingers grasping the hair of his chest.

The pumping hand quickened.

Those calloused fingers pinched tight around his nipples, teasing them up into stiff peaks before sucking them into a warm mouth. Drew screwed his eyes shut, imagining the soft tongue soothing his swollen skin. Envisioning the coolness of the metal ball flicking against his dusky-

Wait...

The head lifted and he saw his lover's face. It was not Jinder!

Paler skin, softer features. Eyes shining olive green in the hazy morning light. Thin lips broke out into a lop-sided grin, climbing up its right cheek to crinkle the crow's feet at the corner of its eye. The tongue, that had moments before been teasing Drew's nipple, flicked out, rubbing the ball stud against the metal ring pierced through its bottom lip.

Drew gave a strangled gasp, perfectly capturing Punk's face in his mind's eye, blurring his image from both past and present. His cock was screaming for more and he indulged it, pumping vigorously.

The succubus stared down at him from on high, an angel with burnt wings. A demon.

'Come on, Drew,' it scoffed, the tip of its pink tongue rubbing the lip ring back and forth. 'You know by now, I'm not a demon.' The pale skin deepened to a blood red, fire burning in its eyes as two boned horns grew out of its forehead. 'When pushed, I'm Satan himself.'

The harder Drew jerked himself to his climax, the tighter he grit his teeth, hoping against hope that no noise spilled from his lips for Jinder to hear.

He reached out his hands, wrapped them around the devil's throat. And squeezed. The pierced grin widened, hazel eyes rolling into the back of its skull as Drew pressed his thumbs in deeper. Gasping for air, the demon howled like a cat in heat-

'Urrrggggffff,' Drew came hard, strings of his seed spilling out of him into the toilet bowl. Post-climax exhaustion hit and he steadied his wobbly arms against the wall, pressing his flushed cheek onto the cool tile.

Knock, knock, knock. 'Hey Andrew? You ok in there?'

Drew straightened up with a grunt, quickly shoving himself back into his boxer shorts and flushing his sin away. One last glance into the mirror, he shook any thought of Punk from his mind and went to the door. Jinder looked half-asleep but worried. They'd been married over a decade and yet he still cared so much for the Scotsman.

It made Drew's heart ache to lie to him. 'Yeah, fine,' he said with a shrug. 'Just needed a pish.'

Jinder snorted a laugh. He knew he would and it did the job, breaking the tension immediately. 'Oh good,' his husband smiled, running a hand over his face 'I was worried it was the chowder I made last night.'

'Hah, no,' Drew flopped onto the bed and scrubbed his fists against his bleary eyes. Jinder snuggled into his side, wrapping his arm around him.

'What are you thinking about?' he asked out of the blue.

'How did you know I was thinking?'

'It's your eyebrows. They're like two drunk caterpillars when you've got something on your mind, and you get that faraway look in your eye.'

'Hmm, I'm that transparent, am I?' Drew didn't like that. He hoped that Jinder was the only one who could read his secrets so easily.

'So?'

Drew took in a deep breath. 'I was thinking about... Curtis.'

Jinder opened his eyes and frowned up at his husband. 'Do you miss him?'

'Do you?' Drew shot back.

The Canadian thought for a moment. 'Sometimes. I miss the mornings like this where we would all wake up together in each other's arms. I miss having somebody to complain about you to.' Drew's chest heaved with a chuckle. 'I do miss having a valet's touch around here - our place is such a dominant's pad.'

'It's not that bad.'

'No, but, it was nice, you know.' Jinder lifted his head in order to look directly into his husband's eyes. 'Why? Has somebody caught your eye?'

Drew felt a sharp pain in his chest. A pang of panic before spilling his darkest thoughts.

'No,' he said. 'Nobody. Except you.'

The pair kissed sweetly and Jinder snuggled back into his side, falling into a peaceful sleep. But Drew's mind was wracked with alarm.

He hadn't lied. Not technically. Hearing Jinder reminiscing about their time with Curtis had made Drew deeply uncomfortable. He didn't want that, he didn't want sweet, domestic fluff. Not when it came to him.

Drew didn't want to share.

He wanted Punk all to himself!

The Calaway Residence, Texas

'Urgh!' Phil grumped as he flopped onto the chair.

Mark glanced up at his husband over the top of his newspaper, noting his gym wear which confirmed his suspicions that the valet had gotten up early to do his physio therapy exercises. 'I made you some breakfast.'

Phil looked down into his bowl of oats and dried fruit. 'Why do you hate me so fucking much?'

'Would you rather I made you a stack of pancakes dripping with syrup?'

'YES!' Phil shot back, then scrunched up his nose. 'No. Not like I can work it off cause of this fucking arm.'

'You're getting there.'

'Not fast enough. Doc says it's still not one hundred percent.' He stared forlornly into his bowl. 'Just when I had finally worked all the baby fat off too.'

'I like you with a bit more meat,' Mark replied warmly. 'Especially your cute little gopher cheeks.'

'Well say goodbye to them,' Phil scoffed. 'Them, the stomach rolls, the muffin tops. It'll all be gone by the time I'm done with them.'

'Pity,' Mark noted, turning the page of his paper.

Shoving his oats around the bowl, Phil moped. 'Maybe I'll stop by the bakery later and stare in through the window. If I look pathetic enough then maybe one of the guys will let me lick one.' His eyes was suddenly drawn to the door leading to the hallway and a shadowy figure trying to sneak past. 'Hey! HEY YOU! Get your ass in here right now!'

With a theatrical roll of his eyes, a young valet aged around nine years walked in. 'What?' he huffed.

'Don't 'what' your mother,' Phil scolded his son. 'The hell are you wearing?'

'A shirt.'

'Well I can see it's a shirt. Where'd you get it? Was it from Uncle Sting?'

The boy looked at his mother like he was an idiot. 'It's yours.'

Phil paused. Looking again at the faded black T-shirt, he read the words CM Punk. Welcome to Chicago, motherfucker.

'Huh...' he hushed out, feeling a small lump in his throat. He smiled softly, his eyes crinkling with pride. 'Well ok then,' he grinned, ruffling the boy's hair. 'Go get 'em, Frankenstein.'

'You do know that Frankenstein was the name of the scientist?'

'Exactly! And you're the monster I created.' Before his son could protest, Phil planted a kiss on his forehead.

'Urgh, you're so embarrassing!' The boy wriggled out of his mother's grasp and grabbed up his skateboard.

'Love you, Frankie,' Mark called out to the boy as he left.

'Love you too, Dad.'

'Aww, he's a good kid,' Phil beamed.

'He's gonna get called up to the principal's office about that shirt,' Mark warned.

'Principal Mendoza doesn't talk to me anymore, you know that.'

Mark let out a ragged sigh. 'Fine,' he grunted, 'I'll swing by after my meeting later.'

'Thank you, honey!' Phil teased, grudgingly picking up his spoon to eat his breakfast as he swiped through his phone. Moments later, he let out a loud snort of laughter. 'Can't believe this, he's at it again.' Mark cocked an eyebrow at his husband. 'Drew McIntyre,' Phil explained without being asked. 'Guy can't post a single thing on social media without mentioning me. Must be desperate for traffic or something.'

Mark put down his paper and eyed his husband warily. 'Should I be concerned?'

Phil's brows shot up his forehead. 'About Drew McIntyre? Pfft! God no! He's harmless.' Mark looked unconvinced, however. 'We go way back, believe me. I know him and well... let's just say I'm not his type.' Getting the hint, Mark lifted his paper back up. 'Nah, I'm not worried about him. Seth on the other hand...'

'Still having problems?'

Letting out a long breath through his crooked nose, Phil pursed his lips irritably. 'Guy's still pissed with me, not really sure why. Think it has something to do about me leaving the way I did.'

Mark's furrowed his brows. 'He knows why you did, right?'

'Kinda,' the valet returned, his face turning sad and pensive as he finished off his bowl. 'About the same as everybody else does. I dunno... we weren't really speaking at the time after all that shit went down with Dean and Roman. Maybe that's why he's pissed, or maybe it's because Dean (or Jon, whatever he's calling himself these days) and I had our little falling out at AEW.'

'He was hardly innocent in that fiasco either,' Mark pointed out, flatly, making Phil smile; his husband liked to play the tough guy but he always had the valet's back.

'Yeah, well, neither was I,' Phil said, grabbing up his husband's plate and cutlery to take to the sink. 'You know, Dean was the only guy back then who tried to help me out. He really put his neck on the line for me. And look how I repaid him. Can't blame Seth really, if he only knew what really happened, how bad it got...'

Phil went quiet.

Mark looked up and found his husband staring into the middle of the table, as if lost in a trance. It was then that he spotted his inked fist wrapped tightly around his discarded fork, blood dripping from where he was squeezing the prongs into his palm.

Throwing his paper down, Mark reached across the table, placing his large hand over his husband's quivering digits. Phil flinched at the touch, his frightened eyes finding Mark's soft greens.

'Phil, look at me,' Mark said, his voice gentle but firm. 'You're ok, you're here with me.'

'I'm ok,' the valet repeated. 'I'm here with you.'

'You're here with me.'

'I'm here with you.'

'I need you to breathe, ok? In.'

'In.'

'Out'

'Out.'

They continued this pattern until Phil's breathing steadied. Shaking his head, he flickered back to his surroundings, finding his husband's concerned face. 'I'm good,' he said at last. 'I'm ok.' Slowly, tentatively, Mark let go. 'Shit, haven't had one of those for a while.'

His husband watched him silently. 'You know, if it's too much for you, Phil, going back to WWE, you don't have to-'

'It's not,' the tattooed valet assured his husband. 'It's really not. It... feels different there now. Now that they're gone. I dunno how to explain, it's just... different. And anyway-' Punk shook out his neck and shoulders, hardened his features. 'I've got to go back. I've got something to prove. It's just like it was with Cody, I have unfinished business there.'

Mark only nodded, letting his husband get his thoughts out. Listening closely.

'I'm sick of holding on to all this... shame! The way people look at me, the way they look at Frankie. I fucking love my kid and I'm sick of people using him against me all the time, like he's some kind of, I dunno, punishment for what happened to me. He deserves better than that. We both deserve better than that.'

'I understand,' Mark said solemnly.

'And if I don't go back? Then he wins. Again! It's just yet another thing that he took away from me. And I'm fucking sick of him controlling my life.'

Mark lowered his head, unable to hide his guilt. 'I understand,' he said again, 'and you know that I'm here for you, no matter what. If you need to do this, then I'll support you but if it gets to be too much and you want to leave, I'll support that too.'

'I know,' Phil smiled softly, reaching over to place his hand over Mark's, caressing the large knuckles with his thumb. 'I love you.'

'I love you too. So much. You have no idea.'

'Oh, I do, believe me,' Phil teased.

'And you promise me, at the first sign of trouble-'

'There won't be any trouble.'

'Phil...'

The valet sighed. He couldn't deny that he had a long storied history of getting on the wrong side of the wrong types of people. But that was back then, when he was young and reckless. Well... more reckless. He was also prettier back then. These days there were too many wrinkles on his face and greys in his beard, the skin hung looser on his frame and his C-section scar was clear across his lower belly. He loved that scar, it was his favourite one of them all, for it gave him his precious son, but a lot of dominants looked at it with disgust. Like he was spoilt goods, well passed its sell-by date.

Not that he gave a single shit. For once in his life, he didn't have to worry about dominants. He could finally allow himself to relax, finally allow himself to be happy. He was fulfilled with his home life and now, he wanted that same satisfaction with his wrestling career, which had been stopped all too abruptly, both when he left WWE and at AEW.

It was time for him to finally carve out the legacy he was destined for.

* * *

It was obvious that the manager recognised Drew by the way he lavished him with a full escorted tour of the self-storage lot. Drew had rejected the first three options, finding them too close to the centre. Made sense that most people preferred the units on the inside - it was more secure there - but Drew wanted one as far away from prying eyes (and ears) as possible.

'Ah, here it is,' the manager said, inputting the code on the number pad. Drew liked the look of this one. On a corner, right at the edge. Beyond the chain link fence there was nothing but empty wasteland for several miles. The door slid up and the manager held out his arm for Drew to go inside. The Scotsman scanned the interior of the storage unit, his imagination hard at work.

It needed some work done. Sound-proofing mainly. There was a lot of wall space to cover to ensure that not even the smallest peep escaped to the outside and alerted a suspicious passer-by. He would have Punk gagged most of the time, but considering the activities he had planned for the pair of them, it seemed a shame to not be able to hear him. To hear those delightful moans and whimpers and cries. To hear him pleading for Drew to stop before howling for more.

Walking around the unit, he looked for the best places he could install either a bar or a ring into the wall to attach chains that he could tether to Punk's wrists or ankles. Perhaps, some kind of dog collar. Aye, leash the bastard like the dog he is. He'd probably like that. Maybe he could affix a hook to the ceiling that he could use to dangle the little shit when he misbehaved.

Everything else was easy enough to get. A mattress, a bucket. They'd be the only home comforts Punk would be allowed. Drew could envision it so perfectly. Imagining the tattooed valet huddled against the wall, stripped completely bare, his pale skin filthy with grime. Chains softly clinking as he shivered with the cold. If he pleased his dominant, then he may earn himself a blanket to keep himself warm.

But Drew knew it would take a long, sustained effort to tame the wayward valet. He was notoriously fiery, rebellious and stubborn. Even nearing middle-age, he had a short-fuse, as his time at AEW proved, and he wasn't afraid to lash out.

But he already had a plan in mind. Everybody, be they dominant or valet, had a breaking point, and Drew was determined to find Punk's. He'd start by starving him, wear him down physically. He'd withhold water from him too, and if he swallowed some of his pride and submitted to his new master, Drew would satiate him. But only by his own hand. Drew would hold the water bottle for Punk to suckle from, spoon feed him one bite at a time, like a babe, until he learnt who held his very life in his hands, who was responsible for his welfare and imprinted on him as his one true dominant.

And when Drew had finally exorcised the demon from the man, he would be left with a flawless angel, the vision of perfection.

'So what do you think?'

The manager's voice snapped Drew from his dark thoughts. He wobbled for the briefest of moments, doubting himself and his cruel intentions...

... then sharply shook them off.

'I'll take it,' he said.

[fantasyismyonlyrealescape]

Whumptober 2024: No. 14 - “Because I want you to know what it feels like to be haunted”

Title: To Be Haunted

Fandom: WWE (Professional Wrestling)

Characters: Sami Zayn & Kevin Owens (Zowens)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Word Count: 438

A/N: Welcome to another addition to Whumptober, Day 14. Cheers!

Summary: Kevin Owens thought that he had destroyed Sami Zayn. Instead, he had created a ghost to haunt him.

Cross posted on AO3 under user wrestlinginjeans.

Sami Zayn was absolutely furious as he picked himself up off the mat, glaring at the retreating back of Kevin Owens as he made his way back up the ramp towards gorilla. Sami had just managed to retain his title against Neville. After the match, Kevin Owens had attacked Sami Zayn… Again. Sami brings up a hand to rub at the tender skin at his neck from where Kevin had pressed down upon him with his foot. Slipping through the ropes, Sami takes off in a jog up the ramp and towards gorilla. He would find Kevin and confront him. He would show Kevin that he wouldn’t let him keep doing this. He would show him that he was more than just prey.

Sami finds Kevin in the locker room, bursting through the door before closing the distance quickly. Sami didn’t notice nor did he care about the other wrestlers milling around, all that he needed in that moment was Kevin.

“Kevin!” Sami growls, the dark-haired man whirled around to face him.

Sami shoves Kevin in the chest with both hands, pushing his back up against a row of lockers. Sami steps up into Kevin’s space then, glaring down at his former best friend.

“Get out of my face, Sami!” Kevin’s growl matches Sami’s own, pushing Sami back and into the row of wooden benches behind him.

“No! You ruined everything, Kevin, and I won’t put up with it anymore.” Sami yells, ignoring the other wrestlers slowly approaching that he can see out of the corner of his eye. “Holding this championship…” Sami begins, pointing backwards to the title belt that he had dropped onto the bench as he approached Kevin. “…up for the first time paled in comparison to the moments that you and I shared in the ring after the match. Those moments meant everything to me, Kevin!” Sami screams in his face, brushing off the hand of Neville that had touched his arm in warning.

“I won’t let you keep doing this to me, Kevin. I won’t let you attack me from behind again.” Sami growls, “You best watch your back, Kev.” Sami adds, practically spitting his former partners name out like it was poisonous as he steps up into Kevin’s space again, their faces near inches from each other. For a second, it reminded Sami of the moment they shared after Sami had won the championship they were now fighting over, but the moment didn’t last long. Sami’s eyes, alight with fire, meet Kevin’s own as Sami lowers his voice dangerously. “Because I want you to know what it feels like to be haunted.”

[p-artsypants]

Paint it Black (19) Defaulting

Ao3 | FF.net

Everyone, Bruce included, had expected Robin to continue to improve after the antidote was administered. No one thought he’d be right back up and ready to go, but they hoped there would be an improvement. 

Instead, there was a sharp decline. 

Within a few days, Robin went from optimistic about his new future, to nearly bedridden and quiet.

“Robin?” Starfire checked on him for the fourth time that day, hoping this time he’d get up and eat dinner with them. 

“Star…” he croaked. 

She sat at his bedside and pet his hair. “Are you the same or worse from earlier today?” 

“Worse,” he cringed. “It’s like my blood is on fire.” 

“I am to ask if you have a headache or weakness.” 

“Yes, both. And nausea. Could you bring me some water?” 

“Absolutely,” she leaned in and kissed his forehead. 

“Sorry, I was looking forward to spending time with you.” 

“Your apologies are not necessary. You are still recovering, and we have plenty of time to catch up.” 

Robin closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. “I suppose you’re right.” 

“I shall return momentarily with your water.” She patted his leg and returned to the common room. 

“So?” Batman asked, immediately. 

“It is as you have said. He appeared to be sweating quite fiercely, though he has several layers of blankets on. And he said he has a headache and muscle weakness, as well as nausea.” 

“I could pretty confidently diagnose him with opioid withdrawal,” Bruce frowned. “It’s not surprising since he’s been taking some everyday for a few months. You can’t quit that crap cold turkey.” 

“Is poultry also addictive?” Starfire asked. 

“It means quitting without weaning off. I can get about a month’s supply of medical fentanyl from some contacts at the local Wayne Tech branch. Robin’s not going to like having to take it, but if we time it right, we should be able to wean him off gradually. Then he won’t need it.” 

“That is an excellent plan! I shall be the one to explain it to him. He should accept it better from me.” 

“That’s what I thought too.” 

—

Beast Boy couldn’t sleep. He was tired, yes, but there was a tingling in the back of his head he couldn’t ignore. A feeling or an instinct that something was wrong. It had to be his animalistic sense. Then again, that little alarm had gone off a few times since Batman and Alfred came to visit. They were both up and about at night and made just enough noise that his advanced hearing could pick it up, even in sleep. 

But that instinct had settled down in the last week, finally getting used to their scents and sounds. 

But this was different. Something new, but somehow familiar. 

Would it hurt to check? If the coast was clear, he could very well pass it off as an effect of the upcoming full moon and go back to sleep. 

He got out of bed and moved into the hall, careful to be quiet and not awake the others. No reason to bother them over nothing. 

Last thing he needed was Raven making fun of him for literally crying wolf. 

His floor was clear, and was the floor below, where the gym was. But the floor after that, where Cyborg’s room was, was where the feeling intensified. 

Beast Boy morphed into a dog to sniff around in the dark. Something smelled like BO and pizza grease, but not like his room. 

As he rounded the corner, he was suddenly engulfed by a glowing orange orb, suspending him off the ground. He quickly morphed into a gorilla, and then attempted an elephant, but couldn’t actually become big enough. The material of the orb was solid. 

“What’d I tell ya?” Gizmo smirked, while holding a strange looking weapon, presumably what shot the orb. “Green Bean would smell your toe jam and pull the alarm on us.” 

“Fine, remind me to pay up when we’re done,” said Mammoth. 

“The Hive?! What—? How?!” Beast Boy yelled, but his voice was severely muted in his prison. 

Gizmo, Mammoth, See-More, Kyd Wykkyd, and Private Hive were all just casually standing in the hall, like they owned the place. 

“I promised to behave the first time I came to visit,” said Gizmo. “I didn’t make any promises the second time. Tin Man might be busy in the upcoming weeks writing some new passcodes…since I stole them all.” 

Beast Boy banged his fists on his cage. It felt like electrified jelly, and absorbed every hit he gave it. 

Gizmo then turned to his team, laser focused. “Alright, Raven’s going to be our next problem. She might be able to sense auras or souls or whatever, so we need to get her next. Kyd Wykkyd, you have that binding spell?” 

He nodded. 

“Good. Get her to the Ops room on the top floor, and we’ll get her bubbled.” 

Again, he nodded, and phased through the floor. 

“Mammoth, you’ve got Starfire. Mad Mod was able to hold her for a while with these Xenothium cuffs. Bring her upstairs when you’ve got her.” 

He cracked his knuckles. “I’m on it.” 

“See-More, you’re going to take Barf Boy up to the ops room while I take care of Cyborg.” He held up a flash drive. “This code will give us control over him until his battery drains.” 

See-More engulfed the already trapped Beast Boy in his beams. 

“Private, you’re responsible for crazy Robin.” 

“What do I capture him with, sir?” 

Gizmo shrugged. “If you can lure him up to us, I’ll bubble him, but he’s mostly not going to be a problem. He’s totally banana pants loony.” 

Beast Boy bit his lip. Robin was back, but as of bedtime, he was still resting in his room. No doubt, they’d find out soon enough. 

But, even at a quarter of his strength, surely Robin could defeat Private Hive…right? 

And if Robin couldn’t handle them, there was always Plan B. 

Batman. 

That is, assuming they didn’t get the drop on him as well. 

At the moment, Beast Boy didn’t really have any options except to wait and watch and wish he had been smart enough to grab his communicator when he went to investigate. 

He should really think about gluing that thing to his hand or something. 

See-More brought him up to the ops room, and released the ball to float about a foot off the ground. No running or pushing would move it. 

“Cool place. Never seen it from the inside,” he wandered around the still darkened room to find a light and helped himself to some snacks. 

“What are you creeps planning?” Beast Boy asked, nostrils flaring. 

See-More scoffed. “Like you could begin to understand.” 

Only a moment later, the Ops room door opened and Gizmo entered with Cyborg in tow. Cyborg’s steps were more robotic and clunky, and his human eye was closed in sleep. 

“Cy! Hey Cy! Wake up man!” 

“Don’t bother, Barf Brains. He’s trapped in his sleep cycle. As far as he knows, he’s dreaming of his stupid car and eating disgusting food.” 

A black portal opened from the ceiling before Raven fell, bound by the wrists and ankles with a white aura to the floor. The white aura also appeared as a mask over her nose and lips. Kyd Wykkyd appeared, giving Gizmo a thumbs up. 

“That’s three down,” Gizmo smirked as he shot his containment orb at Raven. “Just waiting on the alien…and technically crazy Robin, but I’m not worried about him.”

Raven, just wearing her leotard, rolled around to sit up and look at Beast Boy. 

“Yeah, they got me first. Are you okay? Can you breathe?”

She nodded. 

“Gizmo hacked Cyborg somehow, and has him under control. Let’s hope Starfire’s a light sleeper.” 

Raven gestured her head, silently asking about the others in the tower. 

“Not a clue. I’m calling it Plan B. If you know what I mean.” 

She rolled her eyes, but ultimately nodded in understanding. 

Then there came a boom from somewhere below, shaking the tower. 

“And…that would be Star,” Beast Boy smirked. 

“Kyd Wykkyd, See-More, go back him up,” Gizmo demanded, throwing See-More the strange gun. “I’ll watch these bozos. Not that they’re going anywhere.” 

“This is going to hurt, isn’t it?” See-More asked as they left. 

“I’ll ask again,” Beast Boy snarled. “What are you creeps up to?” 

“Nunya business, Butts for Brains.” 

“I think it is our business, considering you broke into our house!” 

“Big talk from you dweebs. I hear someone in this tower is actually a thief. Some heroes you are.” 

Beast Boy didn’t have an answer for that. He simply looked over to Raven again.  

She shrugged back. 

“Thief of what?” 

“Not sayin’, just something that doesn’t belong to you.” 

Beast Boy remembered the strange white doll again, though he couldn’t believe that was what Gizmo was talking about. 

After all, that wasn’t stolen, it was abandoned. 

Or maybe not. 

“Sir, Gizmo, Sir!” Private Hive arrived, a body clad in plaid pajamas over his shoulder. “There was no one in Robin’s designated room, but I found this old man in the room next door.” 

“Unhand me, you brute!” Alfred shouted from his awkward position. 

Beast Boy gasped and shouted, “Let go of our grandpa!” 

“Your grandpa?” Gizmo smirked. “I would have thought that any family of yours would also be green.” 

As Private Hive brought Alfred over to where Raven and Beast Boy were being held, Gizmo looted through the drawers in the kitchen until he found a roll of duct tape. “Here. Tie him up with this. Doubt the old man is any kind of threat.” 

Private Hive taped his wrists and ankles and left him on the floor between Raven and Beast Boy. 

“You okay, Alfred?” 

“I’m mostly fine. A little more bruised than I would like.”  

“They’re trying to catch Starfire right now. No sign of Robin, it sounds like.” 

“Miss Starfire is quite strong. They have their work cut out for them.” 

They waited more time in silence, anxiously waiting for any sign of a battle, while Gizmo impatiently rooted around the ops room. 

Maybe ten minutes later, the other Hive members returned with Starfire bubbled. Mammoth was bleeding from the nose and a cut above his eye. Starfire wore a tank top and shorts, though one strap on her tank was ripped. She was dazed and sprawled out in the bubble as they plopped her down by Beast Boy. 

“Star?” He asked, concerned. 

She clenched her eyes shut a few times, trying to focus. “Beast…Boy…?” 

“You’re okay. They’ve got us captured in these bubbles. Raven’s gagged and they infected Cyborg with a virus, so he’s out of commission. And they found Alfred.” 

Starfire just laid on her stomach, and pounded a cuffed fist against the orange surface. “I should have fought harder.” 

“Please, Miss Starfire, don’t be so hard on yourself. This was a surprise attack.”

“And I went easy on ya,” Mammoth mocked, wiping his face with a dish towel. “Next time, you won’t be getting up.” 

Starfire leapt to her feet and began wailing on the orb. Her attacks made the bubble shake violently, but it didn’t break. “THUS VAR Y’KEEM!” She shouted in her native tongue. 

“Ohh I’m so scared.” Mammoth rolled his eyes. “What’s next, Pipsqueak?” 

Gizmo gave him an annoyed look, but ignored the nickname. “We find the target. We have 24 hours before these bubbles wear down. I wanna be long gone before then. Crazy Robin is in the tower somewhere, but we outnumber, outpower, and out-sanity him. Call for backup if you see him.” 

Mammoth stuck a finger in his ear. “What are we looking for again? Some weird doll?”

Gizmo scoffed. “Nice work, Fart Face. Whatever. Yeah, all white doll, made of cloth.” 

Beast Boy let out a squeak that was muted by the prison. 

“Alright, spread out!” 

Kyd Wykkyd disappeared through the floor, but before the others could leave, the lights went out. The Hive members went still. 

“He’s here,” said Gizmo, converting his backpack into its spider form. “Get ready for something weird and stupid.” 

Instead, the main doors opened, and a cloud of smoke rolled in, making them all cough and choke. 

“What the—?” Gizmo exclaimed, but before he could finish, a grapple line wrapped around him and yanked him off his feet. 

A Batarang cut through the air and hit See-More right in the eye, making him fall to his knees and cry out in pain. 

Private Hive took out his shield and ran into the smoke, ready to fight. 

While the sounds of Private Hive getting the crap beaten out of him filled the silence, Mammoth ran at Alfred, swept him off the ground and put him into a painful headlock. “Give up now, or I snap the old man like a twig!” 

Private Hive gave a final ‘oof!’ as the wind was knocked out of him. 

Mammoth squeezed, and Alfred let out a painful gasp. 

There was silence, and then Batman flourished his cape and cleared the smoke. He stood in the doorway, watching intensely. 

“One more move, and Grandpa’s toast.”  

Batman noticed the bead of sweat that traveled down Mammoth’s forehead, but more importantly, the color draining from Alfred’s face. 

It just wasn’t a risk he was willing to take. 

Batman sighed and put his hands up. 

“Stand over by the others.” 

Batman did as directed, never showing what he was thinking. 

With Alfred still in a headlock, Mammoth recovered the bubble gun from the floor, and shot Batman. Then he dropped Alfred harshly on the ground. “You came in handy, gramps.” 

Alfred coughed and choked. “I hope you rot, you thug.” 

Mammoth kicked him once before going over to Gizmo and attempting to untangle him. 

Private Hive got his wind back and pathetically barked. “You never said Batman was involved! I never signed up to deal with Batman!” 

“Aw shut up, I didn’t know he was in town.” Gizmo finished untangling himself and dusted his arms off. “See-More, you good?”

The teen in question just sniveled, presumably not ‘good’. 

“Fine. Mammoth, Private, join Wykydd in the search. I’ll look in here and keep an eye on the hostages and See-More. You all have your radios?”

“Hostages?�� Beast Boy barked. 

“Oh, did I offend you? What would you prefer? Prisoners? Captives? Losers?” 

 As the team split up, Batman opened the computer on his gauntlet. “Alright, what do you know?” 

“Oh, um…Gizmo’s kind of a returning pain in the neck. We actually…recruited him to help on the case. He’s the one that recovered the files from the SD card from Robin. Sounds like he hacked our system the last time he was here.” 

“Hm.” 

“Mammoth let it slip that they’re looking for some white doll that was allegedly stolen.” He shouted over to where Gizmo was. “Even though we don’t steal!” 

“Not according to our sources!” Gizmo chirped back. 

“And who are these sources?” Batman demanded. 

“Not telling, Bat Barf!” 

“Charming child, isn’t he?” Alfred quipped. 

Batman scanned the bubble prison, trying to find a weakness. “These cages are made out of an electrified aerogel, composed of silicon and amber. We could dissolve it if we had turpentine and toluene.” 

“Oh good. I assume you have those in your utility belt?” Alfred asked, sarcastically. 

“Gizmo said they’ll weaken in 24 hours. So we won’t die here at least…” 

“And no one has mentioned Robin?”

“Private Hive said he wasn’t in his room.” 

Batman shifted his jaw. “Then we might not be totally out of luck.”

“But he could not possibly take out the Hive on his own. He is far too weak right now!” Starfire protested. 

“He probably couldn’t win if they teamed up, but if he picked them off one by one…” 

Gizmo seemed to overhear that much from his spot across the room, and called out on his radio. “Keep on your toes for Robin. Don’t let him pick you off!” 

“I’m in his room right now, sir. Someone was here not too long ago.” 

Before Gizmo could respond, there was a long beep that was emitted from the ceiling. Then, music started playing, an acoustic guitar. 

“Intercom system activated.” Cyborg said, in an emotionless voice. 

“Intercom? Since when did we have an intercom?”   

When you were here before…couldn’t look you in the eye…

“Alright, who’s messing with the radio, huh?” Gizmo yelled into his com. 

You’re just like an angel…your skin makes me cry.

Beast Boy shuttered. “This is ‘Creep’ by Radiohead.” 

“Could that mean…?” Starfire whimpered. 

You float like a feather…in this beautiful world.

“That antidote didn’t work.” 

I wish I was special…yes so very special.

“Mayday! Mayday!” Private Hive’s panicked whisper over the com. “Crazy Robin spotted! He’s pissed! And I think he has a gun!” 

“Where are you?” Gizmo asked. 

“I’m in the trophy room. I’m hiding behind a corner.” 

“Why the heck are you hiding!? Get out there soldier! He doesn’t have superpowers! And don’t let his weird intimidation tactic get to you.” 

But I’m a creep…I’m a weirdo…what the hell am I doing here? I don’t belong here…

There was silence on the other end for a while, before Private Hive came back on, screaming. “Help me! He’s going to kill me! Ahh! Make it stop!!” 

Mammoth responded. “Private, I’m coming to back you up!” 

Gizmo scoffed at the radio. “You can’t find good help these days. Maybe we’ll go with the Hive Four until Billy’s out of jail.” 

I don’t care if it hurts…I wanna have control…I want a perfect body. I want a perfect soul.

“Did Private say he had a gun?” Beast Boy asked. “Where did he get a gun?”

“I hope he’s mistaken,” Batman sneered. “Or else this is going to get messy.” 

I want you to notice…when I’m not around…you’re so very special…

It was faint, because the tower walls were so insulated, but there was a definitive ‘pop pop’ somewhere in the tower. 

“Shit.” 

I wish I was special.

“Private! Status!” Gizmo shouted. 

There was no answer. 

“I’m closing in on his location,” said Mammoth. “There’s no one here but—-ough!” 

“I’m making the call, get out of there!” 

Mammoth’s radio must have fallen while being turned on, as the sounds from the room were clearly heard. Fists connecting, Mammoth’s cries of pain, and someone singing along with the radio. 

But I’m a creep…I’m a weirdo…what the hell am I doing here? I don’t belong here.

“Hold…still…you little…!” 

“Uh oh! Sounds like someone’s full of regretti, upsetti, and spaghetti!” 

“You…crazy son of a…” 

“Hey! There will be no goddamn swearing!” 

She’s…running out the door.

There was another loud ‘pop pop’ before silence. 

“Kyd Wykkyd? You still out there?” Gizmo asked with palpable fear in his voice. 

“If you let us out of here, we might be able to call him off,” Batman offered. “We might be able to save your friends.” 

“Like I believe you!” 

She’s run…run…run…

Gizmo sank to his knees in the common room, as there was nothing but silence over the radio, and only a warning over the speakers. 

Run! Run!

“Screw this! I’m getting out of here! Sorry See-More!” And Gizmo booked it out of the room. 

Whatever makes you happy…whatever you want…you’re so very special…

No one knew what to say. Was this considered a win? At what cost? 

Batman hung his head, shaking it in disgust. 

I wish I was special.

Starfire sobbed. “Why didn’t it work?” 

“What?” Asked Beast Boy. 

“The antidote! It was supposed to cure him!” 

“I’d like to know too,” Batman growled. “Because either the antidote was faulty, or he got dosed with his poison somehow.” 

“But he hasn’t left the tower in days,” said Beast Boy. 

“So…who got in?” 

But I’m a creep…I’m a weirdo…what the hell am I doing here? I don’t belong here…

The door to the ops room opened once again, and Black, wearing his ratty jeans and trench coat, stood in the doorway, gun in hand. “I don’t belong here!” He sang with the radio. “Sorry guys, looks like I made a widdle mess!” 

“Get us out of here, now!” Batman roared. 

“Damn, okay.” Black grumbled. “God forbid there’s any gratitude around here.” He left the room, and when he returned, he had Gizmo by the collar, his arms bound to his body by a grapple line. 

“Scuzz munching, brain barfing psycho.” 

“Turn off the orbs,” Black demanded. 

“I ain’t doing squat!” 

Black pointed his gun at his head. “I really think you ought to,” he sang.

“Okay okay!” Gizmo relented. “Jesus Christ.” 

Once he had a hand free, Gizmo simply tapped a button on his suit and the orbs popped. 

Beast Boy worked on setting Raven free from her binding spell while Batman picked the locks to Starfire’s cuffs. 

Once Raven was free, she disappeared into the floor, off in search of the injured villains. 

“You better fix Cy too!” Beast Boy shouted at Gizmo. 

“Ugh yeah yeah. Man, this is turning out to be a major failure.” 

While Starfire was free to help Alfred, Batman went to Black and held out his hand. “You really shouldn’t have that. Why don’t you give it to me?” 

Black screwed up his lips. “What if I need it?” 

“You don’t.” 

Cyborg let out a yawn and a stretch. “Good morn—hold up. Gizmo?” 

“The twerp hacked you, my man!” Beast Boy shouted.

“Several of our adversaries intruded upon our home,” Starfire elaborated. 

“Aww man…and I slept through all that? And now I bet I have to reset all the codes, huh?” 

Gizmo shrugged. “Don’t know. Don’t care. I’m all done. You gonna take me to the police or what?” 

Batman begrudgingly allowed Black to keep the weapon, for now, and approached Gizmo. “We’ll take a little ride in the Batmobile in a minute, but first, I want a word.” He grabbed Gizmo by the shirt and dragged him out of the room. 

“I can walk you know!” 

Soon after, Raven returned. “I couldn’t find Kyd Wykkyd. Private Hive is stable, but injured. Mammoth was in the worst condition, but if he gets to a hospital soon, he’ll survive.” 

The group collectively looked at Black. 

“Uh, you’re welcome?!” He sassed. 

Mostly, they were just wondering how he was here and not Robin, but no one was sure how to ask the question. Black wasn’t supposed to know that they tried to get rid of him. 

Distantly, the group could hear Gizmo screaming as he fell off the tower, but no one minded much. 

“What did those knuckleheads break in here for?” Cyborg asked, playing catch up. 

“It’s the D-O-L-L again,” said Beast Boy. “I think that’s why Batman is interrogating Gizmo.” 

See-More still laid on the floor, in pain due to his broken eye. He spoke up, sniveling. “Joker offered a position as his apprentice if someone brought that thing to him.” He worked on taking his helmet off. “Jynx and I had weird vibes about the situation. It's one thing to be a big time villain, but that guy is not stable.” 

“So why did you join the mission?” Raven asked, kneeling to look at his eye. 

“Curiosity. I wasn’t going to accept the position, but I thought it’d be a good experience.” 

“Yeah, I bet ‘I ran a job for the Joker’ looks great on a villain resumé,” Beast Boy chuckled. 

“You joke, but we literally had lessons on it from the guidance counselor at the Hive Academy.” 

“That’s wild.” 

“As it is, I doubt I’ll be doing anything evil for a while, if I haven’t gone blind from this.”

“Well, make sure you make an appointment with your evil optometrist, and you’ll probably be fine,” Raven concluded her exam. “As it stands, we’ll probably need a few ambulances.” 

“My question still stands,” said Beast Boy, walking up to Black. “Where did you get the gun?” 

He tucked it away in his waistband. “I’ve had it the whole time.” 

“Bull shit!” 

“I’m serious. If you go back, it’s mentioned in chapter 6.” 

“What are you talking about?!” Beast Boy became frustrated. “You almost killed people today! Robin never used guns, and knew exactly where to hit people to knock them out without killing them. You—…” He shook his head and walked over to the couch. “I thought this was over.” 

“Wow,” said Black. “You all are nothing but a bunch of ungrateful brats. Here I thought I’d get a bunch of ‘atta boy’s for rescuing all of you. But nnnoooOOOOoooOoooo. You’re all like ‘people could have died’ and ‘I’m scared for my own life because you have a gun and you’re crazy’.” 

Frightening how no one had said the second part aloud. 

“Black,” Starfire began, resting her hands on his shoulders. “We are grateful that you saved us. We knew you could do it, and knew you were our only chance. We’re just…concerned about your methods.” 

Black looked at Starfire, tilting his head to the side. He glanced away, furrowing his brows, like he was listening to something. 

Then he backed away from her. “Glad to know one person is grateful.” 

A moment later, Batman returned with a pale and shaking Gizmo. “I have a location.” 

“Good,” stated Cyborg, from the computer. “Where are we headed?”

“Tomorrow night,” Batman clarified. “They have a meeting. I’m going to be there instead. The rest of you are going to watch Black.” 

“Uh…tomorrow is Halloween,” Beast Boy piped up. “With all the kids trick or treating, Robin likes to have us all on patrol.”

Black perked up.

“Right,” Batman sighed, forgetting the date. 

“Sir, could we not put him in the containment unit for the night? I would be more than capable to look after him.” 

“That will have to work. In the meantime, we should clean this mess up.” 

—-

After all of that, Beast Boy returned to his room, totally pooped. He hadn’t even done any fighting, but the adrenaline of it all kept him wired. 

But as soon as he laid down, he got a whiff of an unfamiliar smell. He morphed into a bloodhound and started sniffing around. Someone had been in his room. 

When it all clicked, he transformed back into a boy and ran to tell the others. 

The doll was gone.

[iloveboysinred]

That geto smut was *chefs kiss* i love stoner geto sm. Do you have any more thoughts/hcs about him? :) i understand your requests are closed so its okay if you ignore this 💜

Um hello? I would love to expand on stoner geto ok! Its okay to ask me questions/submissions. Requesting full blown fics when my requests are closed is when i have to draw the line though + I’m up at 3:40 a.m looking for something to focus my mind on other than the two smuts i’m writing rn 😌 so this is perfect, thank you sweet pookie anon.

• So to start off, Suguru strikes me as the quiet type when he’s high. He’ll yap with you if you talk to him but he’s mostly just silently touching the clouds while everything else is buzzing in the background.

• I feel like he doesnt stick to one medium to smoke. I feel like he has a couple of bowls, bongs, and maybe even a vaporizer. I feel like he tried using it once and didn’t really like it— preferring the usual spark and pull that these other options provide. He likes to take things slow when he’s smoking, letting each pull soak in before he takes another.

• Now maybe its cause i’m from NY and love grabba, but i genuinely feel like Suguru occasionally sprinkles in some grabba with his weed or uses the leaf itself as a wrap. He can definitely do without most of the time but if he has it on hand and just so happened to get some cheap bud he’ll definitely sprinkle some in there for the taste and to stretch the product a little more.

• He doesn’t like carts. Hates how they taste, how they pull—how they make him cough up a lung. Just no. He probably hasn’t touched a cart since he was a senior in highschool.

• I feel like he gets in the shower high as fuck and just lets the water run over him with his eyes closed. His mind is just buzzing with dull senses and the water just feel so nice when he’s high. Probably has some vibey music playing in the background.

•if you’re around he definitely gets touchy. He proclaims that sex feels so much more intense when he’s smoked out.

• matches with you and Gojo often. Shoko doesn’t strike me as much of a WEED smoker, but she always takes a couple pulls whenever you guys get together on fridays.

• he likes having his hair down when he’s high. The tension in his scalp from having his hair up makes his head feel achy and heavy. He just wants to lay back in some soft pillows or, even better— your nice warm thighs and just close his glossy eyes.

•gets the munchies BAD. Like if you leave this man alone he’ll make multiple trips to the fridge, mindlessly tearing up whatever’s edible.

• doesn’t vape, only the natural stuff for him.

• He goes on frequent tolerance breaks to keep his tolerance low

• rolls up when he comes home, rolls up if he’s out with you and your friends, and he rolls up before he goes to sleep

• he doesnt really like cones. He’ll use them, but he hates how they sometimes start canoeing.

• has a variety pack of rolling papers in his room

• tried edibles once, he hates the flavor but the high literally changed his life. He’s never been that fried in his life, probably would try them again but sparingly (he ate the whole bag of 5000mg gummies thinking they weren’t working)

• i don’t really see him enjoy the feel of being cross faded.

• likes watching movies when he’s high even though he starts to slump into the bed

• definitely a firm believer in smaller blunts. If the product is good, theres no need to roll gorilla fingers. He thinks its a waste of weed

Thats all i got 😚

[trippiexlove]

Serendipity - Ch.8

story master list

Druitt POV

I was currently in the locker room changing into my gear. Tonight I had a match against Raquel with my title on the line. 

I was lacing my boots while talking with Bianca & Jade.

"Y'all ready for your tag match tonight" I asked as I rubbed some lotion on my arms.

"You know it, Chelsea & Piper about to get this work" Jade said high-fiving Bianca. 

"They better hold on to those belts tight, cause we're coming for them"

I laughed at them, putting the final touches on my gear.

(ignore the fact it says Chelsea Green)

I heard my phone ding, picking it up and seeing I had a text from Jey 

Main Event 💙 : "Come meet me at our spot"

"omw ☺️" 

I turned my attention to Bi and Jade, "I will be right back ladies, meet in catering?"

"yeah we'll see you there" I nodded as I walked out the room quickly. 

After a couple minutes of walking, I finally made it to Jey & I secret spot. When I turned the corner he was standing there in his ring gear, and his new merch shirt cut into his usual crop top. 

"Hey main event" I walked up and he grabbed me into a hug, his hands rather low. 

"Hey beautiful, I missed you" I laughed and pulled away.

"Boy its only been a day"

"It felt longer than that for me," I shook my head at him "You look good though ma" he looked me up and down while biting his lips. That's when I noticed he had his grillz in. 

"Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself, I like the new shirt" I admired the the different prints on his shirt, spelling out MAIN EVENT. 

"Thanks ma, its been pretty cool getting my own merch"

"I am going to have to get me a shirt" 

"I got you, but I just wanted to see you before our matches tonight" 

"Go out there and kill it Main Event" 

We did our handshake, ending with him pulling me in for a quick kiss. 

"I'll see you later?" He gave me a questioning look. 

"I'll give you my room number" I winked at him as I walked away. Heading to hair and makeup. It didn't take long and by the time I was done, it was time for my match. 

I made it to Gorilla right as Raquel music started playing. I hyped myself up, quickly getting into character. 

I heard the beginning of my music and quickly got in place. I did my entrance, slapping the hands of fans as I made my way down the ramp. 

I hopped in the ring raising my title, as the crowd cheered me on. I handed the title to the ref getting into a corner hyping myself up. 

ding. ding. ding.

As soon as the bell rang, we locked up. I quickly got the upper hand and drove Raquel into the turn buckle.

She slid down as I took ahold of the ropes and began to send kicks to her mid section. 

"1 .... 2 .... 3 .... Alright Rhyan!" I felt the ref pull at my arm. I quickly snatched my arm back.

"I have until 5!" as I turned around, Raquel quickly grabbed my arm and swung me into the corner, sending kicks to my mid section. 

*End of Match*

Raquel had rolled out the ring, after giving her a clothesline, and was facing the announce table. Before I could make my way over to her, the ref stopped me.

"What are you doing? Get out the way!" 

"You need to stay in the ring!" 

I heard the crowd start getting louder, and I seen in a flash Raquel being dropped on the outside of the ring. 

The ref finally got out of my way and I grabbed Raquel pulling her back into the ring. 

Raquel stumbled around a little bit, until I ran, putting my knees into her back, rolling us over and hooking my hands under her chin, pulling her up applying pressure on her back. 

Raquel quickly tapped and I threw her down, smiling, I stood up breathing hard. I snatched the title away from the ref as I lifted it up in the air. 

I soon felt a presence beside me, I looked and saw a returning Nia Jax. I could hear Michael Cole on commentator now.

"The irresistible force meets the most dominant woman! This stare down will be legendary"

We starred at each other, both walking up to each other slowly.

"This is what you want huh?!" I lifted the title between us "No one can take this awa-" She sudden headbutts me and I immediately fall to the ground with my head ringing. 

I felt her grab me and lay me in-between the bottom ropes. She executed a leg drop on the back of my head and at this point I am seeing triple. 

She drags me over to the corner, goes to the second rope and drops down on my chest, and at that moment I am done. The last thing I hear are the bunch of ref's and officials surrounding me. 

"Rhyan, Rhyan can you hear me" 

"Rhyan stay with us"

"Get her on the stretcher, quick!" 

After feeling myself getting lifted onto the stretcher, I completely passed out. 

Jey POV

I quickly rushed through the halls, my adrenaline running through blood trying to find Druitt. 

I quickly made it to the trainers area, finding Jade, Bianca and the Street Profits there. 

"Where is she?" Jade looked up at me with tears in her eyes.

"They just loaded her on the ambulance and took her to the hospital" 

"What hospital? I got to get there"

Bianca stopped me before I walked off "Are you crazy? you have a whole main event match, you can't leave" 

"I don't care about none of that, I got to make sure she's ok" 

"I am sure she will appreciate that, but we will keep you updated, you need to go clear your head and get ready for your match" 

I sighed and walked away. I made it back to my locker room when I heard my phone ring. 

I saw it was Jon and answered it. 

"Aye is Druitt alright?"

"Man, I don't know, as soon as I got to the trainers room they already took her to the hospital"

"Damn man, I hope she alright, what you about you, are you good?"

"I'm trying to clear my head before I go out there tonight, Bianca just told me to chill and she will update me when she can"

"Yeah that's your best bet, go out there, handle your business, and just update me tomorrow when you can"

"got you twin, talk to you later"

"later" 

I quickly hung up and leaned my head down. After a few minutes I felt better, heading to the gorilla getting ready. 

As soon as my music hit I was in the zone. 

*After the show*

After winning my match, I quickly made my way backstage to my locker room. I quickly freshened up and headed out. 

I seen Jade and quickly made my way towards her, "Hey what hospital she at?"

"She's back at her hotel now" she took out a piece of paper and pen and wrote something down and handed it to me "This is her room number and what floor she is on"

"Thanks, I owe you one" I quickly made it my rental car and made my way to the hotel, getting there in no time. 

I walked through the doors and quickly made my way up the elevator. 

I found her room and knocked. She opened the door a few seconds later. 

"Hey beautiful" 

"Hey Main Event, what you doing here?"

"You know I had to come check up on you" I pulled her into a light hug.

"How sweet of you, you didn't have to do that"

"I wanted to come as soon as I heard you were here, but Bianca told me you would rather me not miss my match"

"She's right, don't miss it because of me, I'm fine"

"Yeah now you are, that was scary to watch"

"It looked worse than it actually is"

"So what's the verdict?" I slid in the bed beside her. 

"Well, I got a concussion, have to go see the trainer this weekend, but most likely will be out for a couple weeks"

"I am so sorry for that, if I could get Nia myself I would, matter fact I could call up Tamina"

"No, don't call Tamina" she laughed "it's ok, when I get back she got hell to pay"

"Hell yeah she does" 

We spent the rest of the time watching shows on the TV, until we both fell asleep. 

*Next Morning*

We were both up, gathering our stuff since both of our flights leave soon. We ended up riding together to the airport, quickly making it through TSA. 

We were walking together until she stopped and turned towards me "My gate is the other way so I guess this is where we have to part" she gave me sad puppy dog eyes. 

"Don't give me them eyes, this won't be forever, think of it as a two week vacation" 

"I know, I will just be bored at home with nothing to do"

"I'm sure Trin will come see you, plus I got some time off next week, I'll come through"

She smiled as I said that "Would you really?"

"You know I will" I pulled her into a hug, lingering a little bit "Plus you get to watch your favorite wrestler on TV"

"OMG Dwayne is coming back?!" She pulled away looking all shocked, then busted out laughing looking at my face.

"Girl don't play with me"

"I'm just kidding, I'll be watching you Main Event"

"You lucky we in the middle of the airport right now" I shook my head, getting the thoughts out.

"Mhmmm, text me when you land"

"You the same ma" I gave her another hug as we parted ways. 

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[ethereousdelirious]

Would you be willing to write che/rry sk8 snz? Maybe with allergies 👀

I don't even remember how old this request is 💀💀💀 Gomen, anon, I hope you like it!!!

Kaoru was not allergic to cherry blossoms. In fact, he didn't suffer from hayfever at all. So it really didn't follow that his nose began to itch the moment he passed beneath the mantle of the round pink cherry blossom trees. It was as if the mere sight of them had triggered something in his body.

That, or Kojirou’s warm smile.

Karou crossed his arms to ward off the affection, his vision growing blurry for a moment. “Hk'chf!”

“Aw, Princess.” Kojirou’s smile took on a sadistic edge. “What's the matter? Sea breeze too cold for you?”

Kaoru snatched his folding fan from his obi and delivered a sharp smack to Kojirou’s bicep. “Of course not. You probably have— hhhh-have—” He broke off, breathless, nose wrinkling involuntarily. The beautiful pink flowers overhead blurred with the tears in his eyes.

“Spit it out, bunny!” Kojirou said with a laugh.

“EH'tch!” Kaoru sniffled. Kojirou had no business calling him ‘bunny’ (or looking at him so damned fondly), but he couldn't say a word. “Ehhhh… heh'CHF!”

“Damn!” Kojirou’s blurry form moved, and then his warm hand brushed Kaoru's forearm. Casually, as though he'd done it a thousand times, he pulled Kaoru's handkerchief out of his sleeve. “Alright, c'mere.”

“Absolutely not—”

“Don't be a baby.” Kojirou caught him about the elbow, dabbing at Kaoru's watery eyes with his handkerchief. “And you'd better not sneeze on me.”

Kaoru's eyebrow twitched, but for once his treacherous nose behaved. The tears cleared from his vision as Kojirou carefully tended to him, avoiding his glasses though his strong, wide fingers were ill-suited to the delicacy of the task. His gaze went softer and softer, an unbearable little smile forming on his mouth.

“I was saying,” Kaoru said frostily, “you probably have pepper on you from work. I'm sure a gorilla like you wouldn't think to shower before inflicting himself upon the populace.”

Kojirou just scoffed, but he shoved the handkerchief back into Kaoru's sleeve. “It's not my fault your nose is so delicate.”

“My nose is not— HAH'tch!” And out came the handkerchief again, like a white flag of surrender. Kaoru wiped his nose, glaring daggers at his grinning companion. Above him, the cherry blossoms swayed gently in the breeze, raining delicate pink petals down on them and the rest of the people in the park (who had so far been tactful enough to ignore Kaoru's… episode).

Kojirou leaned in, his breath hot on Kaoru's neck. “I hope you're not allergic to yourself, Ch—”

“Heh'CHFF!” Forgoing decorum, Kaoru aimed.

Kojirou made a noise of displeasure and stepped back, wiping the spray off his neck with his sleeve. “Now who's the gorilla?”

“Still you,” Kaoru said, crossing his arms.

Kojirou rolled his eyes. “Well, I'm glad you're not sick. Now come on.”

Kaoru sniffled into his handkerchief, content for the moment to let Kojirou lead him around the park. His temper rose and fell with his congestion, and though a few sneezes slipped out here and there, they seemed wholly unrelated to his proximity to the cherry blossoms.

Perhaps he wasn't allergic to them, but he was very allergic to something.

Despite earlier accusations, it clearly wasn't Kojirou. He smelled of his usual aftershave, and he would have spoken up if he'd had anything to contribute. But he was being remarkably well-behaved, even keeping that awful concern on a leash.

Well, until— “Eh'tsch! Hah'tchf! Hh'CHF! EH'TCHF!”

Warm hands at his ribs and shoulders, reassuring bulk at his back. “Damn, Kaoru. You okay?”

Kaoru just growled, swiping tears and loose strands of hair out from behind his glasses. Congestion pounded under his eyes.

Kojirou chuckled. “Told you you had a delicate nose, didn't I? It's as sensitive as the rest of you.”

“Ah'tsch!” Kaoru's ribs were starting to ache. Not just when he sneezed, but a constant, painful fatigue. He let himself go soft at the middle and leaned his weight back into Kojirou, steady as ever behind him. “Forget this. I'm going home.”

“Not alone, you're not.” Ever the faithful escorted, Kojirou took him by the wrist. “Come on, bunny. You need a bath.”

[lorelodge]

♛ — also laszlo & nadja

Who’s more likely to find who wearing their clothes?: Nadja wears his coats & shirts but Laszlo will wear her hair extensions and use some of her beauty products... which aren't strictly clothes but I think it's cute so.

Who enunciates hand holding?: Nadja, but only by a small margin. Truth is they both like to hold the others hand. They want each other close.

Who likes having their hair washed by who?: Laszlo has spent 300+ years learning how to take care of Nadja's hair and help with with her hairdo's. Yes, this includes washing. He'll often do it because he enjoys it and loves her hair, but they're disgustingly affectionate so usually Nadja will wash his hair after.

Who likes to slow dance?: Neither have the patience to slow dance very often. Laszlo enjoys it a little & is more familiar with formal dancing. He's taught Nadja the basics but they both prefer to freestyle.

Muse that’s more likely to fall asleep with their head in the others lap?: Nadja. & Laszlo purrs every time it happens.

Muse that does all the cuddling in a blanket fort?: Nandor. Nadja. Lol.

Who hogs most of the covers at night?: .............Nadja. It's secretly why he suggested separate coffins.

Muse who nuzzles the others shoulder to get them to give them a head rub?: Laszlo.

How do they share a desert? Two forks or one?: Two forks and two deserts. Listen, they love each other but there are limits. Sharing chocolate cake is one of them.

Who gets jealous more easily?: They're not perfect. Both are capable of being jealous, but Nadja is much more obvious about hers.

Who gets angered more easily?: umm...idk

How do they go to sleep at night?: In canon it's two separate coffins because if they didn't they would spend all day & night fucking until they expired from starvation.

Who gets the most shoulder rubs?: Laszlo.

How often do they fight?: Not often. I mean, don't get me wrong. Laszlo & Nadja piss each other off. If so they're prolonged. Taking anywhere from a few hours to a week to sort out. This is partially because they will pause an argument to have angry sex. Genuine fights where they both dig their heels into the ground and are obtuse about communication were more common when they were newlyweds but are fairly rare these days. In general, they were never common. Sometimes they manufacture arguments just for the makeup sex.

What are there arguments/fights like?: Um... it depends. Were feelings hurt? They've been married for 300+ years so bickering is a staple of the relationship. But it rarely escalates. When it does, Nadja tends to "ignore" him. She makes Laszlo sleep in the basement and pretends like her husband is just another piece of furniture. The only problem with her method is Laszlo can 100% outlast her in the ignoring game. When Laszlo is upset he tends to be very moody & cranky. He shuts down communication and puts on his Sad Man pants.

Who is more likely to throw things in fights?: Nadja. She throws anything from paper weights to Laszlo himself.

How do they make it up to each other/apologize after an argument?: Nadja is one of the only people Laszlo will apologize to. He starts with "I'm sorry" and then, when Nadja is ready to forgive him, he showers her in affection & praise. Nadja's methods are much simpler. She will fuck the sad out of him. It has a 10/10 success rate.

Do they have nicknames for each other?: To quote rosey "bear - bull - lion - tiger - rhinoceros - buffalo - stallion - dragon - ostrich - gorilla - monkey ( distinct class from gorilla ) - armadillo," are ones that Nadja has for Laszlo.

Laszlo's are a bit more typical including "my darling, my love, my darling wife."

Caring for each other while ill, how does the other muse go about it?: Who’s more likely to be patching the others wound?: They have super human healing. But it's still Nadja, somehow. Laszlo is prone to forgetting to feed, he leaves random shit lying around to be tripped over, etc. He's just... not always the best at caring for himself.

Muse that says ‘I told you so’, after they come home from the beach and other muse is burnt to a crisp while whining how bad it hurts for not listening and putting on sunblock after the other muse repeatedly told them they’d get burnt?: .... I mean to his credit. He neither told Nadja of his intention to go to the beach nor complained about the horrendous sunburn after. Lol. But it's totally Laszlo.

Your otp has a newborn baby, who gets up in the middle of the night when he/she cries?: Sure as fuck isn't Nadja. If Guillermo isn't there than Laszlo will do it.

Your muse’s of the otp reaction to finding the others crying about something? And how do they make them feel better?: Immediate concern and inquiring as to what's wrong and then figuring out how he can make her feel better. Whether that's by slaying a beastly boyfriend (Gregor) or giving her the moon. Above all else, Laszlo wants Nadja to be happy. His lady wife crying simply isn't acceptable.

What would they be like as parents?: Horrible. Lol. Listen, I love Dadszlo and vodka aunt Nadja, but they are not equipped to be parents (and that's okay!). If they did become parents, regardless of their readiness Laszlo would enjoy being a stay at home dad (once the kids were capable of forming sentences and fine motor function). Nadja would (probably) love the kid(s) but she's very busy being a girl boss. She'll go to the occasional basketball game and scheme to get her kid into the best schools. But when it comes to changing diapers and packing lunches that would be all up to Laszlo... or Guillermo. Probably Guillermo.

What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts?: I think they would be inseparable. Two scrappy kids who constantly get into trouble. Laszlo's family would probably try to keep them apart because of Nadja's status. While they may play a part in Laszlo's initial perception of her, I think he is bound to fall in love with her crazy ass. His father may send his to boarding school sooner and Laszlo would write to her every day. He's more determined to do well in school with varying success, but as with canon his sexuality eventually gets him expelled. From there I think he'd come back feeling very low of himself and gravitate toward Nadja's arms. They'd probably marry very young, against his parents wishes.

Who enunciates taking a bath together?: Laszlo.

Who likes who playing with their hair?: Laszlo loves Nadja's hair but she's actually more likely to play with his unprompted.

The place they mostly likely accidentally fall asleep together?: Either the sofa, watching reality TV or naked on the rug by the fire after serious love making.

[ramen-writes]

@mossyoakswriting.

Since I'm stupid I accidentally deleted the ask cause I posted it incomplete accidentally and then ended up deleting it entirely. BUT I still have what you asked for.

Which was slice of life, something refreshing after all the heartbreaking angst which I will happily do.

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Felix laid his head on Rose's lap, as she gently played with his hair. She leaned her back against her bed.

They were in Rose's and Camilla's dorm. It was mostly quiet, nobody said anything, but it was comforting albeit a little eerie since they were never this quiet, well Micheal was never this quiet.

Camilla had her back to the wall opposite to her, with one knee raise and her other leg spread forward. And to her right was Micheal, leaning against the small retractable coffee table which was empty besides the stack of uno cards they played with not long ago.

"What do we do now?" Felix asks, his arm extends upwards as he looks at the ceiling through his finger, his eyes squinting just slightly. Rose liked his eyes.

"I don't know" Rose shrugs, "what do normal college kids do when they hang out?"

"You mean, kids who aren't solving a murder while also secretly trying to unfold the dark secrets of their elite class school?" Micheal raises his eyebrows. "I couldn't tell ya".

With a roll of her eyes Rose replies "There has to be something, come on what would we do if...well if we were normal" Micheal snorts which Rose ignores, "Camilla, you have any ideas?"

"We don't need to do anything, let's just talk. I mean it's either that or the crazy frat parties that we see in movies and I'd rather just not do that."

Micheal chuckles "Let's talk about Rose's freakish strength, I'm pretty sure I saw her carry Josh bridal style when he got injured, and you know he's pure muscle"

"It seems like you want a demonstration, and you'll get one if you don't shut your mouth"

"Hey hey, it's a compliment, pretty sure that Josh kid has a crush on you now and if it makes you feel better Felix especially likes it"

Rose looks down at Felix's face in her lap and raises a brow in question.

"Of course I do" Felix reassures.

"He's into women who can beat him up"

"Hey!"

"Aww" Roses smiles and looks at Felix's blushing face "I'll beat you up whenever you want" Felix's face turns redder as he tried to hide his face.

Camilla speaks up "why'd you learn to fight anyways? When did you start to work out?"

"Oh, I have brothers" she answers her eyes still on Felix's face, and red ears.

Camilla raises an eyebrow "Your brothers taught you how to fight?"

"What?" Rose looks up at Camilla "No. Pfft- they couldn't fight to save their lives, no they are annoying pieces of little shits so I beat them up"

"....oh wow I feel bad" Micheal says.

"You've met them, no need to feel bad"

"Yeah but I knew them when they were like 4."

"Well they grew into annoying 12 year old boys" Rose rolls her eyes.

"You know you never actually told us how you two knew each other before we all met here" Camilla says.

"Yeah, you never mentioned how you and Micheal know each other" Felix says, looking up at Rose.

"We used to live in the same neighborhood when we were younger, I mean like till we were about 8 I think? Then Micheal decided he was too fancy for the small town and decided to move away. AND he took my favorite plush with him" Rose glares at him.

"Hey I didn't mean to! Firstly it is not my fault my dad got a new job, secondly you literally moved out of town a year after from what I heard so you can't even be mad at me. And last I didn't take it"

"Oh yes you did" Rose points accusingly at him. "I might not be able to get mad at the whole moving away thing because let's be honest it took me like 2 weeks to move on and make new friends but you took that gorilla rabbit plushy on purpose and you know it!"

"You did not just move on after living next door to me for 8 years and that thing was an abomination which I did no-"

"Wait a damn minute" Camilla jumps in "what the hell do you mean by a 'gorilla rabbit' plushy??"

Rose huffed and muttered "It was a rabbit plushy... I just replaced it's head with a gorilla one"

Silence.

"Oh. My. God" Felix suddenly says and he gets up.

"You did take it!" He points at Micheal. "I saw th-that thing in the background of one of your old pictures"

Rose's head turns towards Micheal "Ah Ha! So you DID take it! Give it back!"

"Okay fine fine, it's in my old childhood room, I'll give it back. It gives me nightmares anyway"

"Fine, you better"

"Fine"

"..."

"Okay then....at least now we know how you two were acquainted before here, ...and about the gorilla rabbit plushy, the more you know I guess" Camilla speaks, breaking the silence.

Felix straightens up and leans against the bed besides Rose, who puts her head on his shoulder.

"So..." Felix starts "do you guys want to order food?"

"Yeah"

"I'm starving"

"You ate 15 minutes ago"

"So? I still want food"

"What should we order?"

"There's this new place that opened up, it has the best shawarma." Camilla says.

"Well I trust Camilla's taste in food, especially middle eastern ones. If she says it's good it's probably the best meal I'll have all week" Rose says.

"If that isn't the truth then I don't know what is. Camilla's middle eastern genes are helping us out....and burn our tongues at times but it's always worth it" Micheal agrees.

"Why are you getting up?" Felix asks as Camilla stand up.

"Oh they doesn't do delivery and it's better to eat it fresh. It's not far"

The others look around and then Felix says "It's 1 am. Are you sure this place is even open?"

"Oh yeah, I go there all the time, now come on" she urged.

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They all grab their jackets and get on their shoes. Rose locks the dorm and then they are on their way to the place.

After a few jokes and annoying comments from Micheal, Rose turns to Camilla "Honestly what do you see in him? He's an idiot"

"Hey!" Michael says, exasperated.

"And she means besides the looks" Felix adds.

"Aww thanks bro" Micheal says dramatically placing a hand in his heart.

"We should just leave these two meanies and run away together. We'll be like Romeo and Juliet, Romeo and Julian". He adds.

"Don't listen to him, Felix," Camilla warns.

"And Romeo and Juliet both die, Micheal" Rose adds.

"Yeah but they do it out of love for each other"

"Personally, I'd say out of stupidity but sure whatever" Rose rolls her eyes.

"I didn't know they died" Felix joins in.

"Really? Didn't you ever read it in school?"

Felix rolls his eyes "I didn't go to school. Raised on the streets, remember?"

"Oh yeahhh"

"I completely forgot"

Felix rolls his eyes again. Their school wasn't like the rest, it didn't care about your background, whether you were rich or had a criminal history, as long as you pass their entrance exam you could got in. It was one of the many strange things about this school, but then again it was what got them all together, so he guessed it wasn't all that bad.

"You know, I do wonder sometimes" Micheal suddenly says. Looking out in a trance.

"Do you think we'd be friends if it weren't for our situation?"

"No" Rose answers before anyone else.

"Well, that's mean"

"I love the no hesitation, just nope"

"Hey, I'm just saying I wouldn't be friends with you. I think I would be friends with Camilla though, she's cool."

"What about me?" Felix asks.

"Hmmm, yeah we'd get together, but I would definitely hate you at first, don't like intellectual competition"

Felix shrugs "I'll take it"

"But what about me" Micheal whines "What if I was still dating Camilla? Would we still not be friends?"

Rose looks him up and down, "We wouldn't need to worry about that"

Michela is about to respond when they look to see that they've arrived at their destination.

"Oh this place smells good" Felix hums.

"The food tastes even better, come in let's go. The women who owns this knows me, maybe we can get a discount" Camilla says walking in.