#in all honesty anon you are actually right but uh >:D

[leaderintitleonly]

Anonymous asked:

Doc's not dead he just hasn't used his mystery mouse-katool.

And what is a mystery mouse-katool? And where is he gonna find one?

[ghoulfr13nd]

hi!! gosh i'm so glad it didn't seem this way, sometimes i say things and i worry a lot how they come across (it's the overthinking mixed with good ol' 'tism fsnfds) like "oh god what if it sounded subtly manipulative, what if i give off bad vibes, what if im making them uncomfortable" etc etc like. god. fgsdh so i actually appreciate the honesty and assurance that you'd told me if i did something out of the line! fhsdk i think that's a good thing you don't force yourself! it means you're honest with others and yourself and that's a great thing! :D

also im happy you don't feel obligated to make aspect playlists because it's legit one of my fave hobbies so it's nice to share this passion! :D and i already sent you ask with my opinion about your started playlists but it bares repeating that i love what you've got so far!!!

oh we're oversharing? don't mind if i do too! fhsdjl (i can't send pictures on anon but i can still copy my results!) Warmth 26% Intellect 50% Emotional Stability 26% Aggressiveness 38% Liveliness 14% Dutifulness 54% Social Assertiveness 26% Sensitivity 74% Paranoia 66% Abstractness 90% Introversion 30% Anxiety 86% Openmindedness 54% Independence 90% Perfectionism 26% Tension 46% it's so funny to me that according to this quiz we're basically polar opposites in Warmth, Aggressiveness, Social Assertiveness and Perfectionism 😭 also your scores are more like- in the middle? while i have mainly extremes? which im pretty sure is saying something! fhdfjlsdk

i think you once briefly mentioned you were at Barns Courtney concert once but without any details! i'm so jelous i love Courtney so much! 99 is great song and oh, to have a t shirt with its lyrics! which lyric specifically is there??? 👀

Valley of the Dolls is such a good song and you're so right, it also IS SO GENDER FHDSJK and here, the Void playlist! :D Ghost by Mystery Skulls Everything Black by Unlike Pluto Dawn of Man by Michael Guy Bowman We Are The Universe by Pink Elefants Skeleton by Set It Off Midnight Thoughts by Set It Off Queen of Nothing by Elliot Lee Dance in the Dark by Au/Ra ECHO by CrusherP Ghost by Tris Mikal Circles by KIRA dark hour by DEMONDICE Tranz by Gorillaz The Underground by 8 Graves x Unlike Pluto OK by 8 Graves awake at night by halfalivea Cannonball by Barns Courtney Valley Of The Dolls by Marina And The Diamonds Body by Mother Mother Ghosting by Mother Mother (with void i remember having a talk with my friend where we were trying to make void more cheerful because "just because it's void it doesn't have to be sad" but uh, i don't think we succeeded here fgsdj)

and oh boy, the whole rage playlist? i don't know if it's super, super long, but there's a looot more here than in the rest of our playlists fgsdjk (also it's kind of edgy but i think it comes with territory here fhdsjk) but since you aksed, here it is! :D Rage: Judged by Billy Talent Light 'Em Up by Fall Out Boy Raging on a Sunday by Bohnes Dark Side by Blind Channel Not Afraid To Die by Written By Wolves Cynics & Critics by Icon for Hire The Pretender by Foo Fighters Wolf in Sheep's Clothing by Set It Off It All Adds Up by Shinedown Kings and Clones by We Are The Empty Jericho by Celldweller One For The Money by Escape the Fate Riot by Three Days Grace You're Going Down by Sick Puppies GASOLINE by Måneskin KULT by Steve Aoki Stick Up by grandson Amerika by Rammstein Survivalism by Nine Inch Nails Eyeless by Slipknot Totally Spies by Lead Horizon devil may care by Fae Gun In My Hand by Dorothy Boohoo Baby by Snaggletooth BLOODMONEY by Poppy STFU by Rina Sawayama Angry Too by Lola Blanc Two Face (Dark Version) by Jake Daniels Sometimes by Nick Lutsko Wrecking Ball by Mother Mother Villains, Pt. 1 by Emma Blackery In The Next Life by Kim Petras Madness by Ruelle Seven Devils by Florence + the Machine Tot Musica by Ado (in general i automatically sorted songs by similar vibes/genres but since it's rage me and my friend kind of intended for this playlist to be played on shuffle, it has to be unpredictable!)

ohh yeah, as a heart player that's also aromantic seeing so many interpretations of Heart as basically Romance Aspect felt so alienating 😭 everyone was giving such flimsy arguments too! "oh it's because Nepeta loves shipping/romance and Dirk has messy romantic life and Heart is about emotions and what's more emotional than romance" etc etc and it presents it as if people can't have intense emotions about their friends, i hate this automatic putting romance on some sort of pedestal but that's general problem, not only homestuck specific fgsdjk but also it's wild to me when people try to act as if the rest of the cast didn't have messy romantic lives, most of them had, Romance is not Heart locked in the comic! so even then this argument doesn't make sense! if we'd have to make any aspect being about Romance i'd choose rather Hope or Light, based on what was happening in the comic but I don't see anybody locking Romance into these aspects because they aren't heart-shaped and pink ☹ oh my god, excuse me, this turned into a rant i just have a lot of Feelings about this fgsdjfkl;fsdhgj but here's our Heart playlist! gdsfjl: Copycat by CircusP TV Head by Elliot Lee Human by Anavae O My Heart by Mother Mother Maurice's Monsters by Small Leaks Sink Ships Mystery to Myself by Brick + Mortar Love Like You by Rebecca Sugar still feel. by half•alive Sick of the Silence by Mother Mother Monster by Imagine Dragons Tak… Tak… To Ja by Obywatel G.C. Not Your Kind of People by Garbage Theatre by Icon For Hire Dance With My Demons by Blame My Youth Metamorphosis by Penny Parker So Am I by Ava Max Soulmate by Lizzo I'm Good The Mowgli's Who I Am by The Score The Masquerade by Go! Child (with heart i kind of wanted to create a some sort of story of a heart player not being sure of their identity/not liking themselves/not understanding their emotions but then slowly accepting and becoming sure of themselves :D it's so important to me for this playlist to end with The Masquerade too fsdgfsdgfh)

oh about the Life playlist! i'm glad you liked these songs! if you liked Ado she has a lot of great songs and such a great and powerful voice! and the animations in her songs just- chef's kiss :D also me and my friend were going for a very specific vibe here! like, sometimes i think about specific type of player while i make aspect playlists, for example, we have 2 playlists for light, one with general idea of Light and a second one for like- a very Vriska type of light player where we focus more about the spotlight and the need to be on the foreground of the story fgsdfjk: Monster by KIRA Candle Queen by GHOST Primadonna Girl by Marina etc. so with this specific Life playlist we were going with a interpretation of Life player that goes to the top and aims for success and wealth, kind of like Meenah or HIC fgdsjkf but うっせぇわ by Ado for Aggretsuko… god, now I can't unsee this! fhdsfjk

OMG pls do the classpect theories for the spiderverse characters when you feel up to it i'd be so down to read them!!! :O

fgasdjfklakhs thank you for indulging me with my aspect playlists!! fgsdjk

ooh maybe if we put it into homestuck narrative, it could be read like- you changing since you identified as a Witch of Void as your Witch powers evolving to the point where you seamlessly can manipulate void into light! that'd be cool, could mean you basically leveled up! fsdgfjk of course you still can choose the other two options too! that's the beauty of classpects, under certain circumstances and under certain interpretations so many classpects could fit one person fhsdjkfds you know! once i found in classpect community there was a system that's like- they had one Main Classpect and sub-aspect! like, I mainly identify with Page of Heart but my sub-classpect could be Page of Light (or sub-subclasspect Page of Rage fhsdj) i think it's a nice system for the undecided! :D and i'd be actually very interested in hearing why and how do you relate to these three titles! if you feel like it, of course!

you used to consider page of heart too? that's wild im shaking ur hand! 🤝 :D but what does this classpect means to me hmm you know how pages start with deficit in their aspect even though they think they are full of it and that inspires others into helping pages with their aspect and also that they have endless potential but their journey is extremely slow? yeah that's me with a lot of aspects actually but heart is the strongest here fgsdajkf oh boy do i have a land fdgsfjlas it's Land of Trilliums and Static! (according to the internet, Trilliums symbolize consciousness btw!) LoTaS from the space looks like a funny mirror version of Earth, the grass is pink and water pastel blue, the whole planet seems to be pulsing with red light but on the ground everything looks mostly normal, outside of unusual colors. water is normal, fauna is normal, everything seems ok and almost like our earth with a small exception the planet is almost DROWNING in early stage Trilliums and all these flowers are stuck in a white noise, unmoving and stagnant, lost what to do without a Signal. in the middle of big ocean there's a big tower that can be seen even from cosmos, it pulses with bright red light as well. the main quest is to bring back the signal to the planet so the Trilliums can get out of the static and make them grow and develop fingerguns do YOU have a Land per chance??? 👀👀

ooh what's on my dream list? i think Rammstein is probably at the top of bands i'd love to see! (i had an opportunity once but i didn't take it and i'm still so sad when i think about it fgdsjfksd) maybe Mother Mother? Imagine Dragons, Billy Talent, The Score, Barns Courtney, Måneskin, Metric and Fall Out Boy would be cool also i think, just from the top of my head! :D awh then i hope you'll be able to see at least 60% of these artists!! and there's always time to decide, gender presentation can get complicated sometimes fsdjk the most important thing is to feel comfy with it i reckon!

your grandmother knew what it was all about, that's the only thing you really need to live in foreign country fgsdjkf oooh french, do you remember something from school? 👀 (you mentioned that german sounds weird to you and i think i can honestly say french sounds weird to me btw fgdsjk) and hungarian! :O why did you decide to learn hungarian if i can ask? im curious because it's not the language i usually see people want to learn fhsdjkl and how's the learning? i heard that slavic languages can be hard to learn for english native speakers! for me i can confidently say i am bilingulal, my mother language + english (even though some of english grammar still baffles me ;v;) but outside of that i can't say i know any other language as good, i know some german, a tiny bit of italian and maybe microscopic bit of japanese but certainly not enough to have a comfortable conversation 😔

AND OH BOY THIS ANIMATIC IS FDHSGFJLKSD A LOT HM. OK!!! so- it's supposed to be like the No Mercy Run, it starts with Reset button being clicked during this brief moment before the counting starts, then on "Eins" we see Frisk killing the first monster leaving dust behind, they do that on every count, so like: on Eins - Froggit, Zwei - Whimsun, Drei - Toriel, Vier - Snowdrake, Fünf - Doggo, Sechs - Dog Marriage, Sieben - Papyrus, Acht - Shyren, Neun - Dummy, just going through the world, killing without any thought, easily, and on "aus" we get to the Monster Kid, trying to kill em and here comes Undyne the Undying, then on the first "drop" in the song i wanted for the fight to begin, Frisk failing, getting killed left and right, resetting constantly. then when singing starts again at "Everyone is waiting for the light" Frisk is slightly glowing, through the first verse Frisk's getting better and better at the fight. when the chorus starts with each count Frisk lies an attack and in the meanwhile while Undyne starts melting, on Vier Undyne turns to dust, then on "here comes the sun" and during second verse we can see Frisk ominously walking through the underground, there's something akin to a halo around their head, they kill more monsters until they stand before sans. this time on each count Frisk gets killed by sans, and where there are words after the count ("here comes the sun", "it is the brightest star of them all") we can see glimpses to the pacifist route. during verse 3 we basically can see Frisk talking to sans during singing, visuals kind of almost literally showing what is being sung. then! on the count from one to three Frisk's getting closer to killing him, on five they do, then on six they get to asgore, on seven flowey dies, on eight and nine Frisk and Chara stand against each other, the light goes to Chara and Frisk gets killed and then, when there's this feminine vocalization at the end we are stuck in the complete blackness and that is a rough draft of my very edgy animatic of No Mercy run fgdsjkfsdfhl let the cringe consume me!!!!

and you know, i can't blame you for this being a red flag for you fgdsjkf trust me even people from outside of america can still be so WEIRD about german culture UGHHHH in one of Rammstein's official videos from their song Deutschalnd (which predictably is about germany) they cast a black woman as a personification of their country and you can imagine how normal (heavy sarcasm) certain fans were about it :') but i can't say i'm that surprised, this band is openly left leaning and yet people will find a way to completely miss this fact somehow ;; but you know, honestly i think the main reason why my top metal bands are german is because i think this language sounds great in this genre fgsdjk i know very little about german culture, even with family there fgshkf outside of metal i don't listen to german too much, i think the only other artist that's german i listen to is Kim Petras and even she sings mostly in english

and ok then! :D i already included 3 rather long playlists so i'm not going to write more here but maybe in other ask i will try~

and pls don't apologize for the lenghth i love reading your answers so much! also this time i wrote even more i feel like so you know fsdgjk sending much love!

music anon 🎶

you are so good anon dw dw!! i'm also like, a pretty patient person in general, so it takes a lot for me to get annoyed with someone to begin with :0 also like, i've learned a lot from past friendships/relationships that i dont want to lie about how i'm feeling. i think it is a disservice not only to myself, but to others.

anyhow, YES, ASPECT PLAYLISTS (AND AS YOU KNOW BY NOW, CLASS PLAYLISTS!!!) absolutely not an obligation!!! to skip down in your ask a little bit -- i listened to yours!!! the vibes are SO GOOD for real!! i enjoyed void a lot, but rage was where it was at for me!! honestly, i know i still have other asks to get into and idk if its going to be talked about again there, but i was like "gosh, yes, mac is a rage player! this is a mac playlist!" while listening to it. and i loved the journey you created for heart!!

also its so funny that you mention that if anything, Hope or Light would be the more "romantic" aspect because i had the EXACT same thought right before you sent your ask!!!! but no, like, reducing Nepeta to her shipping wall and Dirk to his relationships is so... i don't know what word to use. uh. bad? SKDFJG i mean like dirk, prince of life, is literally destroying his own identity by fucking his own head up by making copies of himself. he's so completely detached from his sense of self and thats his like!! whole struggle!! i don't want to get too into it bc its admittedly been a long time since i really interacted with actual character lore but, i have further thoughts on him and nep that i might revisit once i refresh my memory on them.

anyway thank you for sharing your playlists!! jumping back up for a minute becauseeee we need to talk about the quiz results!! to me your extremes tell me that you're really sure about what you are and what you aren't :0 whereas my self-view is a little more... wishy-washy. AND YEAH SJDFKH WE ARE OPPOSITES IN THOSE... and we're tension twins B) and we're similarly introverted too :0

actually i can't believe we're the homestuck guys and we haven't talked about our signs!! do you know what yours are? i'm not sure how much i buy into astrology but i think its fun. i'm a virgo sun, aries moon, aries rising sdfkjsh

also re: Barns Courtney shirt, the line on it is "wipe the stardust from your eyes" and has a cool design on it! i like the shirt a lot but i uh. i dont wear it much.... i would if i didnt have . a huge chest

as for the spiderverse guys!! idk when i'll get around to that kjshdfh i gotta wait for it to hit the right parts of my brain again. maybe someday......

ok so i fell asleep here but im going to finish this before i carry on with my day

so. ok. holdo n im actually going to combine these and i might not have time to finish it before i leave. but. im going to switch tracks to the classpect playlists and with that -- this ask!

OK SO!! I'D forgotten you also talk about dirk here :0 BUT IM SO GLAD YOURE ENJOYING THE HEART PLAYLIST

and on that note

IM DYING TO KNOW WHAT PLAYLISTS ARE MAKING YOU FEEL EMOTIONS AND HWAT THE EMOTIONS ARE PLEASE SHARE??

ok anyway YES i agree with everything youre saying with rage and i really feel like it fits mac best!! which means now i gotta move on to ves and figure out her deal which has been a little bit harder :0 if you have any ideas i would love to hear them!

my goal is to eventually write a story about them! i'll be sure to make sure you are one of the first to get to read it, if i ever get around to actually doing it... hahahaha....

AND YEAH!!! actually i was talking to my non-homestuck bestie about classpect (and made her take the quiz -- shes a maid of light KJDFHGK) and she read some of the analysis for them and she was like "dude you're a breath player no question." and then i was fucking around and listening to music and i was like "jenna from waitress is a rogue of breath" and sent her the analysis for it and she was like "DUDE THIS IS YOU!" and you know what? shes right. thank you bri for having a phd in knowing me.

AND ACTUALLY ON THAT NOTE SHES AT MY HOUSE SO I HAVE TO GO NOW LOL but i'll finish replying asap!! at least when i get done i'll have. replied to everything all at once. so not too shabby yeah? i guess you dont need all this extra stuff but you're getting it anyway. aaand actually i'll go ahead and post this and then reblog it once i'm ready to continue.

ok talk to you later bye<3

[callme-adam-iguess]

hey so I just decided to write something based off of aag Cesar's ability to mimic voices. It's only part way finished and it' the best quality but here you go

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It was a particularly boring day in Mandela County, quite unusual as they were in the middle of a supernatural invasion caused by the goddamn antichrist, but low and behold. Everyone in the house was bored out of their damn minds all for one Cesar Torres, who is happily making some empanadas in the kitchen.

The boredom was hitting Adam and Jonah harder compared to Mark. As their latest adventure involved the both of them taking a job to a radio station that led them to stay for a night there before getting attacked but a alternate disguise as the fucking radio itself.

They were lucky that Mark decided to check on them and arrived just in time to shoot the mf. They weren't, however, lucky enough to avoid the scolding from one very concerned Torres.

(Mark was laughing in the background since they didn't know the actual hell that was Mama Torres cracking down on him, Cesar, and Sarah when they were young)

So Adam and Jonah are grounded until further notice. Which means grounded until Cesar thinks the coast is clear for them.

It didn't mean that Mark was also bored as well but he handles better than the two teens. If you mean better as in slowly dozing off.

So here's the scene. Mark is about to take a nap, Adam and Jonah are laying on the couch, exchanging the rubik's cube every couple seconds, and Cesar is in the kitchen, making empanadas.

"Hey Cesar, you can change your voice right?" Adam suddenly asks, as Jonah gives the rubik cube to him.

"Uh yeah?" Cesar answers."What kind of voices can you do?" Adam questioned, giving the cube a few twists before handing it off to Jonah.

"Honesty not sure," Cesar says. "Never really tested it out. The last I did it was to pretend to be Mark in that one call."

Jonah chuckles as he remembers that time. Mark having gone to bed an hour ago and Cesar having pretended to be Mark when the phone rang with somebody working with Mark calling asking for him. It was pretty funny hearing Cesar stumbled through the call while trying to do his best Mark impression.

Adam lights up next to Jonah, sending him a look that says, 'Oh I know what we're doing now.'

"Could you do someone like, like, Taylor Swift?" Adam asks before slapping a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Mark shakes off the erg to sleep and looks over at the kitchen.

"Cus the Alternates are gonna invade, vad, vad!" Cesar sang out with the exact voice of Taylor. Same pitch as Shake it off.

Adam and Jonah burst out laughing while Mark giggles at the startling good impression as Cesar shouts out good-heartedly, "Hey you know that one's good!"

"Oh! Try to do something from my chemical romance." Jonah asked eagerly, Cesar obliged and did another shitty parody. Leading them all to laugh again.

Cesar laughed himself before cutting himself off, "Let me put these in the oven then we can test out my ability to copy voices. Alright?"

They all said their agreements and shifted around the couch so they're in a more comfortable position.

Cesar walks back from the kitchen after turning on the oven, taking a seat on top of the armrest next to Mark. He turns over to look at all of them, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

I LOVE IT.

I CAN TOTALLY IMAGINE THEM DOING THIS XD

Tiwbsibsyaa

1010001924839279291262/1000 THAT'S AMAZING AAAA-

I keep forgetting About Sarah-

IDK IF SHE ACTUALLY LIVES IN TMC OR JUST IN THIS AU IN GENERAL- AAAA

Kzvd

Hank you Anon for this :D

Edit: have this-

Angry Torres xD

[vivilove-jonsa]

Are you doing the june prompts that you rebloged… cause if you are…

14 fries (for jonsa 😄) if you get some inspiration 💙

Hey Anon,

Thanks for the prompt! Hope you enjoy a Quarreling Roommates AU :D

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Naked as his nameday, what in the hell did they just do? That was not how he’d expected that argument to go.

They’re always butting heads at the apartment, ever since she moved in. Oh, they’d been polite at first but, four months in, courtesy is wearing pretty thin.

They’ve known each other through Robb since they were all kids and, deep down, Jon supposes this fight and what followed might have been building for a long time now.

He acts like she’s the biggest pain sometimes and she’s pretended the same about him but he’s always enjoyed (and shamefully gotten off on) that tension between them to be honest. He’d just figured it was all one-sided and a secret to carry to his grave…until now.

It had started with them shouting over who ate the last of the loaded fries.

They’re awesome fries, the absolute, freaking best fries around. Loaded with cheese and bacon, seasoned just right. Jon had picked them up for his Friday night dinner aka treat on his way home from work…and someone had snagged the rest of them after he’d gone to change and left them on the counter unwatched.

Jon had returned to the kitchen to find an empty box and her standing there brewing some tea. Instead of just asking her about them, he may have come off a little accusatory. (Okay, maybe a lot accusatory. J’accuse!)

“It wasn’t me! It must’ve been Ghost!”

How dare she blame his angel of a dog who would never, ever steal Jon’s food? (Even as he’d been licking him chomps with a hint of ranch dressing on his nose as Jon defended him.)

Robb had thrown up his hands at last over their stupid french-fried quarrel and said he was going to take Ghost over to Jeyne’s until Jon and Sansa grew up and could behave in an amicable, civilized way again.

More heated words, standing in close proximity, a vulnerable look followed by a kiss and then?

I’m not sure Robb would label rutting like animals in heat on the living room sofa amicable or civilized.

She’d had the throw blanket from the sofa clutched around her when she’d gone to the bathroom a second ago, her red hair wild and her cheeks rosy. Actually, plenty of her creamy skin was looking rosy from his beard scraping across it.

He scrubs awkwardly at that beard of his when she comes out again back into their shared living room. “So, um…that was…”

“Yeah…it was…pretty, um…”

Blushing cheeks, chins dropping to their chests at the same time. What do you say to your roommate after you fucked, quite unexpectedly, for the first time?

He’s still naked. He wishes he had a blanket of his own at the moment. Or maybe he wishes she’d come back over here and share hers. He bites his lip, plucks up his courage and tells her so. Maybe he tells her some other things, too.

“Yeah?” she asks, smiling at his honesty.

“Yeah.”

They’re laughing quietly under the blanket when they hear Ghost’s tags jingling and the key in the lock a few minutes later.

“Oh fuck. I thought Robb would stay at Jeyne’s longer.”

Sansa just squeaks and slips under their blanket to hide.

Robb barrels in, striding towards the kitchen with a bag in hand, not noticing the naked man sitting under a blanket on their sofa nor the woman-sized figure crouched under it next to him.

“I forgot Jeyne’s working tonight so I bought you another order of those damned loaded fries while Ghost and I took a walk so maybe you two would stop fighting and I could have some peace and…”

He trails off as he finally looks Jon’s way, blue eyes narrowing.

Jon’s scrambling for something to say when the shape under the blanket speaks up. “Thank, Robb. That was very thoughtful of you. Could you and Ghost maybe take another walk now while Jon and I eat and keep working through our argument?”

“I, uh…I…you’re…we could…I…”

The stammering ends and Jon has never seen his friend vacate the apartment quicker.

He lifts the blanket off the naked Sansa by his side and grins at her. “We’re going to share this order of fries, are we?”

“I think I’m going to eat those fries since I was wrongly accused of eating the others.”

“And I have to watch you eat them?”

“Yes. I might relent and give you a few…or maybe you might like to eat something else.”

[i-need-entertainment]

Keiji Akaashi + “Make you mine”

This is the 6th Oneshot for the Valentines Day Event Thank you so much to the anon who requested this!!

Character: Akaashi x reader

Akaashi watched from the other side of the gym as you talked with Bokuto; laughing and easily carrying on a conversation as Akaashi watched, wishing he could talk to you that easily. For just over a year, Akaashi had had the biggest crush on you. There was just one problem. Akaashi could not talk to you to save his life. And absolutely no one understood why! Akaashi was known for being cool and collected, never really being affected by the changes around him and always adapting well in situations.

 But for whatever reason, he could never act like that with you. Now, he wasn’t all *blushy blushy* and UwU, more just, he never felt like he could talk to you like the others could...He saw how you had stars in your eyes when you talked to Bokuto, or how you always laughed at Konoha’s jokes, or maybe it was the way you never felt intimidated talking to Washio. He didn’t know, but whatever it was he just knew he wanted to talk to you like that. To tell you how he felt.

“Yo! Ahkaashi!” He snapped his head up to see Bokuto waving a hand towards him, beckoning him over to where you, and a good chunk of the team were standing. “Yeah?” He jogged over, returning the small smile you sent him with one of his own before he settled his attention on the rambunctious ace. “You’re goin’ out with us to the mall on Saturday right?” 

His eyebrow raised as he looked at Bokuto with suspicion. “...Uh, yeah. We talked about this at lunch Bokuto.” An irk mark appeared on Bokuto’s face as he tried to play it off, you and the rest of the team trying to mute your snickers. “ANYways~ We just needed to be sure~” Akaashi narrowed his eyes in suspicion, your face taking on a look of confusion as well. “Bokuto what do you me-” “ALRIIIIGHHT!!! Let’s get back to practice shall we~” Bokuto smirked as he strutted to the court, high fiving a smug looking Konoha before their practice started again.

*Saturday*

Akaashi stepped off of the train and headed in the direction of the mall, hands stuffed down in his jackets pockets as he burrowed into the collar of his jacket. It was only October, but it had been unnecessarily cold recently. He continued to walk to the normal meeting place, the fountain just outside of the food court. He was 7 minutes early, but he was a little shocked to see there was no one else there yet. Usually Washio or Onaga would be there already, since they lived near by, but there was no one. He checked his phone to make sure no one canceled last minute, he grimaced when he saw a message from Bokuto.

Bokuto:

‘Hey Ahgkaashi!’

Akaashi sighed as he read the text, even in text the simple minded ace still couldn’t get his name right...

‘your probly wondering where we are

dont! cause were not coming~’

Akaashi deadpanned as he read that last text, he did not wake up this early on a Saturday for this-

‘Enjoy your date~’

Akaashi narrowed his eyes at his phone before he heard rushed footsteps approaching. He looked up to see you walking quickly towards him. ‘date...wAit DATE?!’ Akaashi’s eyes widened as he realized what had happened...the rest of the team had ditched...to force him into confessing...depending on how this goes they’re dead- “Sorry if i’m late! I couldn’t get out of bed- um...where’s the rest of the team?” 

Akaashi sighed, running a hand through his dark messy hair before slipping his phone in his pocket. “Apparently they couldn’t make it...I guess it’s just us today.” your face turned into one of uncertainty, ‘She probably doesn’t want to spend time with you...just offer to walk her home and be sad about it later..’  “Listen...you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to, I get it if you’d rather be with the team than just me, I can, uh walk you home..if you want..” 

Your heart slightly broke at hearing how dejected he sounded, it helped to snap you out of your own anxious thoughts thinking he didn’t want to be there with you! “Actually..if you don’t mind I’d like to spend the day with you.” Akaashi’s blue eyes widened slightly before he nodded, clearing his throat as he tried to recompose himself. “Where do you want to go first?” You thought for a second, “Definitely Starbucks; I need caffeine before we do anything.” 

Akaashi smiled at that, “No objections here.” With that, the two of you went on your way to the first stop of the day. “What are you getting?” You looked at the menu, “f/d.” He nodded, before stepping up to the register and getting his coffee and your f/d, paying for both before you could stop him. “You didn’t have to do that!!” He shook his head as he handed you your drink with a small, a bit more bashful smile, “Don’t worry about it.” 

You lightly smiled, stepping forward to give him a small kiss on the cheek, “Thank you, Akaashi. Um, anyways, let’s get going..” You turned and started to walk away, Akaashi shaking his head and catching up with you, desperately trying to slow his heart before it jumped out of his chest. The rest of the day went...pretty smoothly in all honesty. Akaashi felt more comfortable, more confident. And honestly, he can’t remember the last time he had this much fun. You were feeling the same about him. 

It was 5:11, the sun had just started to set and Akaashi was currently walking you home. You heard him take in and release a deep breath before he stopped, turning his body towards yours as you had stopped as well. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest. “...I apologize if I misread your actions, and I hope this doesn’t damage our relationship...” You felt the blood rush to your face, your eyes comically blinking and your breath caught in your lungs. “U-uhm, Akaashi? Are you okay-” 

The words got stuck in your throat as he took a step closer, setting the bags he was carrying for you on the ground before he softly took your hands in his. “I like you Y/n....and I know, I’ve done a really bad job of showing how I felt but...I like you, a lot. And I’ll understand if you don’t feel the same, or if you don’t want to talk to me after this..” Giving you one last look he turned around, heading home to drown his sorrows there. 

You shook your head, internally slapping yourself for failing to give him an answer. Without even having to think you grabbed his sleeve, tugging him back to you as you tightly wrapped your arms around him in a firm hug, burrowing your head into his shoulder. “I like you to Akaashi...really I do! I just didn’t know you felt the same!” 

He let out a sigh of relief before smiling and holding you tight by your shoulders, heart finally starting to calm down. “That’s good...I really didn’t want you to stop talking to me..” You laughed as you shook your head. “Even if I didn’t return your feelings, which I do!” He chuckled, “I would never stop being your friend, I don’t think I could, you’re a great guy Akaashi...” A light pink settled across his face and on the tips of his ears. “...I’d be even better if you agreed to be my girlfriend..” You laughed, making him smile even wider as you nuzzled into his neck. “I accept.”

*Somewhere in the distance*

“ALLRII-” Konoha grimaced as he slapped a hand over Bokuto’s mouth, the rest of the team stilling as they sincerely ~hoped~ they hadn’t been caught. When they realized you and Akaashi were still embracing they heaved a sigh of relief. Akaashi wasn’t known for violence, but that was a chance they didn’t need to take....Now all that’s left is to make sure he never finds out that they followed them the entirety of the day....

“Put your hand in mine, you know that I want to be with you all the time, You know that I won’t stop until I make you mine, until I make you mine.”

[katsuukiwii]

Could I get a matchup for AOT, Black Butler and MHA, please? 😊

Personality: I push myself REALLY hard. I have a lot of willpower and am VERY stubborn. I try to be highly independent, usually to a fault. I don't like asking for help and it takes me a very long time to realize and admit I need it.

I'm distrusting and cynical and have been through a lot. I get stressed out really easy and am anxious and depressed. But my anxiety is usually hostile/aggressive. When I get anxious or stressed, I usually lash out or try to control things. When I'm depressed I usually shut down completely or dissociate really bad. (Wow this sounds so negative when I type this.)

This combination (being stubborn and refusing help, but also being very handicapped) is harmful to myself and I've begun to finally realize that. I've been gradually trying to accept help from others more and allow myself to not live up to unrealistic standards. I would need someone who is supportive of this and someone would help me stop pushing myself into oblivion.

On a more positive note, when I'm not stressed or being combative, I really love life and am one of those people that appreciates seemingly insignificant things that most people take for granted. I'm also very sensory oriented. Even something really small can greatly lift my mood, like a nice breeze or rain or a flower. I like being outside for a part of the day because of this.

I can be a little weird and don't really care too much tbh. I do weird or sometimes childish/childlike things like chase/stalk geese or immitate animal sounds. I can also be very mischievous if my mental health has been doing well for a long time and I am happy. I will pull pranks or be evasive when speaking or play (not malicious) mind games.

I also tend to love VERY deeply when I fall in love. I feel very strong emotion and affection towards that person, am fiercely loyal and am usually sacrificial to a fault for them (again, push myself too hard).

I'm easily crushed if that person I love abuses my love or neglects me.

(I also hate very intensely too and can be very petty, spiteful and vengeful. Just strong emotions, I guess.)

Sexually, I honestly can't see myself being dominant even if I tried. I probably would try, but would fall apart. I also have a very big masochistic streak. I like very intimate sex. Not necessarily soft, slow or gentle (but it could be these), just physically and emotionally intimate.

That's it cause I don't want to type too much and make this super long! Thank you very much, you are great! 😞 Matchups can be hard, I appreciate your effort!!

Matchups!

No, no, thank you for making this long! I got a lot of details from it! I appreciate the appreciation! It SOUNDS negative, but I know people PERSONALLY who have experienced similar things to you (from what I read) and have seen these sorts of things, so I hope I gave you good results! Im glad you were willing to be so open, even if it’s through anon, that stuff can be hard to talk about ^^

Attack On Titan:

I ship you with Reiner Braun!

He doesn’t know EXACTLY what you’re going through, but he does his hardest to try and understand so he can help you out. He’s dealt with some issues on his own, and knows that its no fun to experience it on your own!

Your can get aggressive, all good! Reiner knows you truly don’t mean any harm towards him, you just have a lot on your mind that you need to let out.

He wants you to come to him if anything is on your mind, good or bad! He wants you to know that he’s there for you, and that he loves you no matter what! He gets so happy when you say that you want to reach out to people, and get help

Now, onto happier things! He loves taking you on walks, especially if it’s raining! He likes to get outside too, so he doesn’t mind a bit!

He’s uh...not the smartest, so mind games can confuse him! He loves to pull pranks with you, usually on poor Connie, or Jean.

He understands that you like to be independent, but he also knows that nobody is capable of doing everything! He likes for you to admit if you need help with something, since it helps you learn, but if you refuse to he’ll just try and have you do something else while he helps. It doesn’t work often, but he still tries!

He doesn’t mind your weird side! He’ll watch you stalk geese, but won’t actually join you. It doesn’t make him ashamed, it’s just not his thing. As usual, if you REALLY want him to, he will.

BUT he does like to try and imitate animal sounds with you, he thinks if silly!

For sex, you’re submissive, all good! I picture him being more of a top anyway! So, you like something kind of rough, but intimate, and loving, and he’s totally cool with that as well! It fits him perfectly! Plus he’s a big guy, so sometimes he can unintentionally hurt you (not horribly), and he’ll apologize even if you liked it.

Aftercare g o d. Always makes sure you feel okay, and comfortable about what happened! He’ll make sure you’re nice and clean, and then give you some snuggles if you want!

Runner-Ups: Erwin Smith and Armin Arlert

My Hero Academia:

I ship you with Eijiro Kirishima!

It takes Kirishima a minute to get used to your hostility (only when you have those moments, ofc). He doesn’t really know what to do until one day, where he doesn’t force you to do anything. He speaks to you in a gentle voice,

“I’m not going to force you to do anything. But I would really appreciate it if you just....opened up to me. I’m not sure how to help you out, I need you to show me. So can we talk, please?”

You try to be more open after that, and in all honesty, it didn’t just help you, but it helped him. A LOT. He just wants to do his best for you!

Yes, maybe he has called people whiny before, but he still knows that emotions are very important. Everybody has to let them out every now and then!

He will NOT take your for granted. Not just because it’s “manly”, but because he cares so much about you, and he wants you to know that you aren’t alone!

Now, he, unlike Reiner will TOTALLY chase geese with you AND imitate animal sounds! He’s a child at heart as well. He’ll take a walk outside with you! He prefers to be inside, but he doesn’t hate it! Plus he loves to see how calm you are when letting the rain fall on our hand, on taking in the vibrant colors of a flower!

He’ll catch on to SOME of your mind games, but he can get stumped! You often pull pranks on him, and he still laughs about it and has fun! What a sweetheart!

During sex, he’s all good with being on top! He will be a bit reluctant to hurt you if you ask, but eventually you’ll make him comfortable enough to be a little rough, nothing to far though!

He IS a switch, but he’s absolutely fine with you wanting to be on bottom! The only thing is that he is very sensitive physically, so he can get vocal. SO even if he is on top, his face could be bright red with his eyes shut tight, it’s cute!

Runner-Ups: Hizashi Yamada and Shouta Aizawa

Black Butler:

I ship you with Sebastian Michaelis!

This man is probably one of the BEST options for you, honestly!

He knows just how to calm you down almost right off the bat! Of course, everybody requires a bit of adjustment, but for him it was a piece of cake!

Of course, he can get a bit annoyed if you get SUPER aggressive, but that doesn’t mean he hates you! He still cares about you so much, but it can be a lot, even for him. 

He makes sure you get the help you need!

Let’s be honest, most of us know that scene with Beast. He CAN be manipulative, but he would N E V E R do it towards you. He’ll tell you and show you. So he will praise you in bed if you need it, or even if he feels like it.

You absolutely cannot play mind games with him. He’s too smart. If anything it’ll turn into him playing a (not malicious) mind game on you. He likes to tease you, but he makes sure not to take it too far!

Absolutely will not chase geese. It’s not for him. He will only do it if you wanted him to catch one. In that case, he could probably catch a few with his skills!

He doesn’t imitate animals sounds with you...in public, that is. In private, he likes to as well! He’s not quite sure why.

And now, for sex! We’ve seen the scene with the nun. This man goes HARD! Of course, he can be gentle, but it’s in his nature to be rougher than the average person. If you want him to be gentle, he will. BUT if you do want a little pain he is totally down. Definitely a sadist. He fine with you being on bottom!

Runner-Ups:  Adrian Crevan and Claude Faustus

[gilmesc1]

Hiii. If it’s not too much to ask could we get a follow up post about kleptomania? I adored your system mates writing style, they seem so cute, and it was a good post. I guess for a question I’d ask what it feels like in the moment.

Omggggggg anon you’re too nice, I’m blushing, stahp it...but hey if you wanna send more praise I won’t stop you XD 

And no! You’re adorable, not me! Sorry I haven’t been out much XD 

Okie dokie, follow up post, yeah I can do that. So by in the moment, do you mean like in the moment of having a compulsive urge? Not like you can answer me so I’m just gonna go with that. Alright, fasten your seatbelts, keep your hands and feet and arms and generally attached things inside the ride, here we goooo

So I thiiiiink I mentioned how I like to avoid shopping because like there’s too much temptation. Cuz I mean, I love acting like a prick, generally dislikeable, liar, ect ect, buuuut I actually do feel bad after I take stuff, even if it is junk. Emotions be weird.

Anyways, as much as I try to keep myself out of those situations, it’s not like I can avoid a couple of everyday objects forever right XD

So! I don’t think I’ve ever actively set out to steal something, like I walked into a store planning to steal, like obvi I plan to steal eventually, but it’s not like I’m a master criminal. I genuinely have not really intended to steal something without compulsion, like ever. Ok wait that was a lie, there were these AMAZING chocolate covered pretzels I snuck down and ate in the dead of night, that was all pleasure and gain. Totally pre planned XD

Anyways, whatevs, getting off topic. So let’s just skip the rambling and skip to the part where I start to lose it! Kay so, for me, I have to see it to want to steal it. I mean, I don’t have a sense where I’m like, hmmm yes, there are paperclips in that drawer, I can feel them, like I gotta make contact with the object with the seeing balls in my face.  

And honestly the first emotion I feel is “oh shit” (I think that’s an emotion XD) cuz now that I saw it, I can’t ignore it. Literally my mind is going penpenpenpenpen or whatevs, depends on what I’m looking at. (Ok should probably mention that I have specific item triggers, like I don’t go outside and go, omg grass, must steal, it’s specific stuff.) 

Anyways, usually I try to ignore it, even though that hasn’t worked ever. Because I know it’s there, and after I’m like uh oh, I start feeling like, this is gonna sound weird but, this sense of longing. Like I wanna get closer, touch it, put it in my pocket, because it’s gonna feel soooo good if I can get the pen away from the schmuck without him noticing. At the same time this is going on though, I’m also saying, don’t do it, don’t do it, in my head except it’s not as loud as the penpenpenpen, because honesty time guys: I’m actually really ashamed of this stuff. If I’m questioned on it I’ll brag about stealing, cuz I don’t wanna be the wuss who can’t help taking stuff/lying.

(Oh yes, kleptomania AND compulsive lying, but don’t worry, I’m being totally honest now. Would I lie to you internet people :D) Anyways, I’ll sit there and sneak glances at the item, and if the pen is in a pocket or in the line of sight of something like that (there was a chick with a pen in her breast pocket. I get how that didn’t look good, but how am I gonna say, hey, chill, it’s all good, I was looking at the pen near your boobs, not your boobs!)

And honestly the more I fight it, the more twitchy I get. Like ho-lee fuck guys. I look like a chihuahua. Because I reeeeally wanna but also not but I gotta do it because if I don’t I’m a failure but also if I do it, and then there’s the rush, and it’s just a mess. And then I’m like, fuck it, and I go for it. What sucks is that after the years of practice, I’m pretty good at taking stuff. Like I tried not to wear pockets, gave up because pockets, but even without pockets I can get a lot of stuff hidden. So point is I usually succeed. Once I get the item, I’m on some kinda stealing high, where I’m waving it around, probably laughing like an idiot because it feels so GOOD.

It lasts about half an hour to an hour, and thennnn I come down. And then there I am with this random pen, and I’m like why tf did I do this. I’m shit, useless, I’m never gonna beat this, look how weak I am, ect ect. And then usually I hide it. I stash stuff eeeeeverywhere. Like if I was a squirrel I would have planted like an entire fucking forest. Honestly the only time I get caught is when people find my stashes. Because, like, having four staplers in my closet is just a liiiitle suspish.

Anywho, I heard that some kleptos keep trophies to look at and stuff, relive it and whatevs. No judging them, but I hide em to get rid of them. Like I get embarrassed and mad at myself. Like if I had a wormhole to dump it in, I’d be so happy. I used to hide stuff under my mattress or under my bed, but then i couldn’t sleep because I couldn’t stop thinking about it. If someone finds my stash I’ll laugh it off, but I really wanna yank on my hair or bite my hand, no idea where I picked that up but it exists now.

On rare occasions I’ll try to return stuff, especially if I knew the person I stole from, because then the guilt is worse. So that’s how it goes. This is a complete fucking mess but I hope you liked it? XD

I mean, thanks for giving me something to do today. I’ll cya guys arounnnd!-Ko

[jojomugi]

Hello, again! This is the same anon who said thanks (I’m a little embarrassed to ask for something similar but, I really did love the last scenario). May I please have a scenario with SDC Dio nsfw/sfw w/ the same fem s/o who absolutely adores Halloween? Thank you so much! I truly appreciate it ❤️

Awh yes! I love Halloween themes! 🎃👻

Hope you didn’t mind but I decided to change it up a bit and make it a bit...AU-y(?) lol. I’ll describe it at the bottom :). I apologize for the wait and how short is it compared to the last one. Hopefully it was worth it and I hope you enjoy this piece because I certainly enjoyed writing this!

[Request:Open]

✨AU: Basically everything is the same except Dio is less focused on ruining the Joestars and more focused on his future plans (and Halloween)

✨Word Count: 1779

✨SFW?: Yes

SDC Dio x Reader (Halloween theme)

“Only 30 more days!” You proclaimed to yourself as you wrote in a little journal upon your bed. The gel tipped pen with the elegant white feather glided across the pages as you began making a list of what to do for your favorite holiday, Halloween. Of course, you had not yet had the chance to discuss your ideas and plans with your head of the household, DIO, so you had not yet gotten executive approval from your dearest. However, you kept your fingers crossed that you would be able to possibly sway him into allowing you to at least decorate. 

Though you have called this place home as Lord DIO has done nothing but provided for you here, in all honesty, the majority of the work was already done for you. The mansion itself already had a decrypted aura surrounding it. It was dank, dark, and was littered with cobwebs of many varieties. Though Lord Dio had never struck you as the type of man to be invested in holidays, you hoped he would not mind a few pumpkins and spooky ghost decorations scattered about. Actually, you couldn’t help but dorkishly grin at the ideas you had come up with to decorate the halls and rooms of the manor.

They frilly feather twirled between your fingertips as you continued to ponder and daydream on what else you’d do for Halloween if given the opportunity to celebrate. Though this was suddenly interrupted by a small yet strong gust of wind had blown through your window. A silhouette of a majestic falcon framed your windowsill, and it was none other than your favorite bird, Pet Shop. It sat there for a moment, before quickly darting to the floor to devour the rat that had gone unnoticed in the far corner of your bedroom. You jumped back at first, after all, he was a very fierce creature, however, you finally loosened up when he flew back over to your windowsill and perched himself proudly.

You shut the journal and got up from where you had resided, and made your way over to him. With a smile, you approached the falcon and gave him a single stroke on the head. “Thank you Pet Shop, you’re such a marvelous creature!” You softly praised.

Though you were not his master, the bird spread his wings and let out a sound that you could only assume was a ‘thank you’. A soft giggle escaped your lips, as you were completely tickled over how smart he was to actually understand you. “Perhaps for Halloween Lord Dio can let you be...A headless horseman! If they make dog and cat costumes, surely they make them for birds too.” You proposed. The bird merely lifted its head away from you and shut his striking eyes. You frowned a bit at his response, but let out a small smile quickly. “Or maybe instead of being a guard-bird you can look like a pharaoh bird?” 

Pet shop turned his head back to you with an approving gaze, however, just as quickly as he came to visit you, he quickly flew off to return to his guard-bird duties when the creek of a door filled the room. Your h/l hair flipped as you turned, knowing already who your next visitor was, none other than DIO. Your e/c eyes lit up with excitement, not only did you enjoy each other’s company, you also could sense he was in a good mood, possibly a good enough mood to even inquire about your idea of the upcoming spooky holiday that was approaching. 

“Good evening y/n. Say, who were you talking to?” His words were a harmony in your ears, even in the way he teasingly asked you about your conversation with your animal visitor.

 “Lord Dio! Welcome! I just got done with a visit from Pet Shop, he disposed of a rat in the room.” You smiled warmly, placing your hands together in front of your chest. “How has your evening been?”

DIO’s lips had turned up into a very calm smile as he approached you. “Oh? Yes, Pet Shop is a fine bird isn’t he?” DIO nodded before continuing. “So far it has been excellent, I thought that I would share it with only my most favorite human.” He explained as he finally made his way to you. He extended a hand and tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. His honey-like eyes that had been fixated on you caught a glimpse of the bright full moon that was framed by your window. “Oh? And it's a full moon? How romantic. Just another thing for us to share tonight.” The large blonde had noted as he took his place beside where you stood. Now, both of you were admiring the view of Cairo and the bold night from your window.

“I know right, tonight is just wonderful isn’t it?” You nodded, leaning against the windowsill. A strong sculpted yet protective arm wrapped itself around your waist and pulled you close to his body. He obviously couldn’t allow his sweet angel of a pet plummet on accident, even though you were quite confident you wouldn’t as you had done this many times before. You turned up to his with a smile. “Oh, Lord Dio! Did you know on the 31st, there will also be a full moon.” You quickly spilled the piece of trivia.

Dio rose a boldly arched brown at the oddly specific information you gave him, however, he took it merely as a sign of your intellect and patted your head in response. “Well, that's very fascinating my little y/n. Is there anything else I should know?”

Your face quickly went red from embarrassment. You had wanted to bring up wanting to celebrate Halloween in a different more casual way, but instead, sabotaged what you had mentally planned. However, lying to DIO was never an option for you, you’d never want to break his trust in you and your loyalty for someone you lovingly adored. 

“Well, y/n?” He tilted his head slightly, patiently waiting for you to continue upon his request.

“Well...the 31st is also the night of Halloween.” A gulp slid down your throat before you had finally decided to expand onto your information. “Lord Dio, you uh, don’t have to answer if you d-don’t want to, But...do you...do you celebrate any holidays?” You stammered your question, and lightly shook your head at how embarrassingly nervous you got over a simple inquiry. What a silly thing to get all riled up over.

However, for the other party, this was a deep question for him. DIO went silent for a moment as he thought about the last time he had even celebrated a holiday. Suddenly a wave of blurred memories resurrected; The last holiday he spent was New Years with George and Jonathan Joestar. Sure, he was slightly invested in them once upon a time ago when he was still a human, but that was a century ago, and he was a significantly different person in those days. He shut his eyes and thought hard about the answer. “I suppose so. Though last time I had ever recognized a holiday was a century ago. These days I just do not have the time to manage, invest, and dedicate my important time to just another day on the calendar.” 

“Oh.”

Suddenly you felt your heart sink in discouragement over this development. He had a point, you couldn’t help but agree that his time was valuable, his points were unarguable. You let out a small frown and shifted your eyes back towards the streets, letting your disappointment out towards the world instead of letting him see. However, the silent sadness you felt was interrupted alas by his voice.

“Why are you, curious darling?”

You blinked, and slowly glanced back up at him. You felt no need to change what was undeniable, you had assured yourself that he would not be up for Halloween. No more need for beating around the bush, you just bluntly spoke. “Well, I was going to ask if you’d allow me to decorate the home for Halloween.” You sighed admittingly, while limply hanging your arm off of the windowsill. You couldn’t help but give him a smile, even if it was a sad one. “I really wanted to make everyone costumes, bake those cute little ghosts and pumpkin cookies, hand out candy to all your servants, of course, only the ones you say are worthy, and watch scary movies.” You could go on and on about all your favorite Halloween traditions, however, you felt for sure that he probably didn’t care to hear more.

DIO went back to silence, and so did you. You both just quietly looked up into the entrancing moon. Though the celebration of Halloween was much different from his era compared to how it is recognized in the 20th century, another distant memory resurfaced, and a fond one at that. A time when his mother was still alive and he was a young boy, and how they’d huddle close together next to the fire she’d share spooky stories with him before Dario would drunkenly return home for the night. When he thought about it, DIO was actually somewhat touched over how desperately you wanted to share your traditions with him.

With a short “hm.”, an unconscious smile formed from his lips.

“Well...I suppose if you do all of the preparation, it would not hurt to celebrate it if it's only for one night.”

Those were words you hadn’t expected to hear. Your eyes lit up like a spark in the night. “R-Really?” You gasped and before Dio would even be able to confirm, you already leaped into him for an embrace. You were over the moon. “Oh! Lord Dio! Thank you! Thank you so much! You’re honestly too good to me!” You squealed out of sheer happiness.

DIO held onto your waist and gently put you down on your feet with a slight smirk. “Y/n, if you make this Halloween successful, perhaps you can not only be my pet but my holiday planner as well.” He stated while softly patting your head.

“Oh, I surely won’t let you down, Lord Dio!” She chirped with a bright smile. 

“Well then, my dearest y/n, I will be holding you to it.” He leaned in and left a kiss on your forehead.

You shut your eyes when he leaned in to plant his loving mark on you and in turn, your cheeks flushed pink. You were going to make his Halloween memorable for sure!

[franklyshipping]

Love Never Gives Up On You ~ A Markiplier and Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic

THIS IS A HECKIN WONDERUL ANON PROMPT THAT I'M VERY EXCITED TO WRITE! WARNING: THIS STARTS OFF WITH SOME ANGST REGARDING TOXIC AND UPSETTING RELATIONSHIPS, SO DON'T READ ON IF YOU FEEL THAT THOSE THEMES MIGHT AFFECT YOU! PRIORITISE YOUR OWN HEALTH PLEASE! Okey dokey LET'S DO IT!

TAGGING: @silvlee-shepherd and @chase-brodlee

The only real sound in the room was laboured, rasping breathing. The only movement was that of a half-curled body, rocking back and forth and back and forth, never stopping. This is why the worst thing you can do if you're feeling even a little bit not good, is stew in your own thoughts. That's what Chase Brody was doing and let me tell you, he was NOT having a good time inside his own head right now.

It was official, he and Stacy were no longer married. The divorce had been finalised and all was said and done, Chase was in a stable living space with all the Septics too....but he honestly couldn't have felt worse about the situation. Up until right now, he'd never actually imagined what it would be like not being with Stacy anymore. He felt so empty....he even missed the fighting....because then at the very least she was talking to him. Most of all though, he missed his kids. His beautiful, innocent, smart kids who had none of their father's sadness or their mother's anger, they were just all perfect. Chase whimpered into his hands....he just wanted things to be back like they were, he just wanted his famil-'

'JACKIE-BOOOOYYY-o-oh my! O-Oh Mr Brody I-I am so sorry!'

Chase jumped and hurried to wipe his face when his door was opened at speed, by none other than Silver Shepherd himself, who evidently was looking for the heroic septic. Silver wrung his huge gloved hands awkwardly, since at the moment to him it just looked like he'd severely startled Chase. Chase averted his eyes, every thought in his head was wishing Silver out of the room.

'J-Jackie's in the gym, y-you'll find him th-there....'

Chase's teeth were gritted as he stammered, hoping he could hide his shit emotions for just a few more seconds, long enough for Silver to accept his words and just get out. However, whatever you might think of Silver Shepherd, if he sees even the slightest hint of distress or discontent he will fight it until it's not even atoms. Silver saw Chase's tension, his watery eyes, his blotchy tear-stained cheeks. Jackie-Boy Man could wait.

'Hey ah....are you alright? You don't look...well....'

Silver tensed when Chase let out a dry, joyless laugh before replying lowly.

'Wow, thanks, you r-reeeeally know how to s-sweet talk a guy huh?'

Silver nibbled his bottom lip nervously, before shutting Chase's bedroom door behind him and tentatively stepping further into the room, looking down at Chase as he spoke softly.

'L-Look uhm....if it's worth anything, I-I'm quite an unnoticeable person. B-By that I mean, if you were to tell me things, the odds of someone asking me about you is basically impossible...I'd never repeat anything you told me....'

Silver was getting closer to Chase as he spoke, and eventually decided to sit next to Chase on the carpeted floor. Now, Chase may not have been looking at Silver, but I can assure you that he was listening. With all the chaotic thoughts swirling around in Chase's head, the one thing he needed was just plain logic. And it was logic and honesty that Silver was offering him.

'I g-....guess that m-makes sense.'

As Chase sniffed and wiped his face, Silver decided to keep quiet. He knew that he needed to be careful and tactful with this situation of delicacy, and to do that he had to allow Chase to gather his thoughts at his own pace and without pressure. It didn't matter that Chase wasn't looking at him, what DID matter....was the fact that he talked.

'I-I've ah....just gotten divorced, from the person who a-always put me down and....made me feel like everything I ever d-did was wrong and never good enough....'

Silver's expression softened under his mask because, for reasons that will be addressed later, Silver knew before Chase even said it...that there was a but coming.

'But it....despite what everyone is saying, it just feels l-like I've made the biggest mistake imaginable. Y-Y'know she did love me! She always said I w-was cute a-and quirky! We were good together, and I was good at making her laugh and smile and she always looked happy when one of my trick-shot vids got loads of views, sh-she was proud of me!'

Chase was resolute as he wiped his eyes, and yet his shaky voice persisted. Silver felt a pit in his stomach grow as he saw it....as he saw Chase trying to defend her.

'I-I mean y'know, granted, i-it couldn't last I mean this is the real world! I could never actually s-support her off all of that, we had to prioritise, f-for family's sake! It was always just a stupid hobbie, I-I had to grow out of it eventually! A-And when the kids came along y'know, changes had to be made. I c-couldn't be a-around them dressed like a teenage thug, I had to be an example to them! S-Stacy was so good y'know, planning what we all ate s-so I never had to think about it, k-keeping track of my weight s-so I didn't risk my health around the kids....'

Chase said much more besides this, how even though Stacy would be stern, making sure his sugar intake was monitored, keeping track of his phone calls so the bill could be managed, always having the location on his phone turned on wherever he went so she always knew where he was in case of emergencies. And of course, making sure she always supervised if any of his septic family visited. They were weird she said, she had to make sure the kids were safe she said. Of course, with how much Chase loved Stacy, whatever she said he went along with...with all of his heart. As Chase talked, Silver felt sick. Sick that he wasn't closer to Chase so that he could fix all of this, but by God he was going to help in some way even if it killed him.

'....b-but I-I know all the things I did wrong now! I-I shouldn't have over-reacted and left I mean, sh-she was just always trying to look out for me and the kids and m-maybe if I can just see her again we coul-'

'Chase.....I-I'm sorry, may I say something? Is that okay?'

Chase swallowed, shakily exhaling at Silver's interjection as he glanced at the hero. Chase laced his fingers together and nodded, mainly because his mouth was so dry that it felt like it was going to light up on fire at any second. Silver exhaled through his nose as he thought for a few seconds....before making a decision. First, he slipped off his oversized gloves, setting them aside, before he pulled off the mask part of his costume. Once that was set aside, he smiled gently to Chase.

'You uh....y-you've just told me a-a lot about yourself, that takes a lot of strength, i-if that doesn't sound too cheesy. Uhm, w-with your permission, can I tell you a little about me? Just so it's more even, yeah?'

Through his slightly blurred vision, Chase looked over Silver's face. He was an Iplier alright, and Mark's face was a trusting one....but something about Silver's just had this innocence and....strange tranquility that made Chase want to focus. Another step away from the chaos.

'....yeah....a-alright.'

Silver smiles at Chase, before taking a few seconds to collect himself. This was going to be a raw conversation.

'I uh....I-I had a girlfriend once. She was funny, clever, a-and just more than I thought I deserved in a person....but uhm....she would say things, make comments about things....'

Silver fiddled with his fingers as he spoke, and Chase couldn't help but listen to him. When Silver trailed off, Chase sat up a little straighter, looking the hero up and down.

'What....what things d-did she comment on?'

Silver smiled dryly as he replied.

'At first, she said I was too fat, and that I was an idiot.'

'That's nasty-'

Chase's breath hitched in his throat as the words came out of his mouth, out of instinct. Because that's what happens when you see something bad happening to someone that isn't you....everyone's always faster to fight back when it's someone else. Chase bowed his head a tad, but Silver's smile was a little wider as he softly nodded.

'Yes....yes it was. It was nasty, it was cruel bullying, and it bordered on verbal abuse with how many times she reminded me of my weight and lack of brain cells....'

Silver let out a light, shaky sigh as he remembered it all, rubbing the back of his neck as he continued.

'But ah....well, I always thought she was looking out for me, she wanted me healthy and all that. Plus, she always told me that i-if I was really meant to be a superhero there were....certain things I had to be. I had to have strength, I had to hone my look for the public and....well, that was the basic gist of it all. I even ended up creating an ego of myself with a six pack of abs and the charisma of a book character....and she chose him over me.'

Silver never stopped smiling his dry smile as he said his piece. Chase swallowed as Silver then looked at him, his voice softening as he asked.

'What do you think? About all those things she said, all those things she told me I had to do?'

Chase sniffed harshly, feeling a pit develop in his stomach, since he was almost reeling from everything Silver had told him. Chase looked up a the hero as he replied, shakily, but with a certainty that made Silver feel that he was doing some good here.

'Nasty....sh-she was nasty to you, you shouldn't have had to change for her....'

Silver perked up at Chase's words, tentatively placing a hand on Chase's shoulder as he whispered.

'....that last bit....can you say it again for me?'

Chase was starting to feel new tears springing to his eyes. He knew where this was going, he knew what Silver was getting at....but thankfully, deep down, Chase wanted to get at it too.

'....you sh-shouldn't have had to change for her.'

Silver squeezed Chase's shoulder reassuringly, because he could see in Chase's eyes that it wasn't just Silver he was saying this for. There was a little silence between them now, where Silver watched and waited, and Chase repeated that phrase. Over and over again in his head until he had them blaring in neon lights in the front of his brain.

'H-How....uhm....'

Silver smiled reassuringly as Chase cleared his throat and moistened his lips, before muttering.

'How d-did you....get away from it?'

As Chase and Silver's eyes met, Silver smiled his biggest smile so far.

'My family. Do you know how many of them there are? I didn't....until they found out what I was going through, and then I got love and support from every single one of them.'

Chase let out a light laugh through his nose at the thought of about thirty people aggressively providing Silver with their support....and he smiled at the thought of how his brothers would probably be even more intense and wildly loving if he asked for their help.

'I....Ihi can kinda imagine that....'

Silver giggled, nudging Chase's shoulder with his as he replied.

'Oh yeah? I bet even one of mine could be wilder than all of yours put together, have you met Wilford Warfstache?'

Now, Chase could take things like insults and nastiness....but you question the wild energy of his brothers and you good sir have a storm coming. Chase felt himself smiling and playfully glaring at Silver's smug, challenging smile and thinking....game on.

'Have you met Antisepticeye? Dude he's feral!'

Silver spluttered and burst into giggles, but he was still determined to defend the absolutely crazy honour of his Iplier family.

'Yeheah well King LITERALLY lihives in a tree!'

Chase was giggling too now....things from earlier were not forgotten, they were just being marvellously overshadowed by all the good that Chase's true loved ones had to offer. Chase folded his arms resolutely as he pursed his lips at Silver, speaking matter-of-factly.

'Well Marvin spits at people who touch his crispy cereal, and Robbie communicates with nibbles instead of words!'

Silver sat up straighter, raising his brow and folding his own arms playfully.

'Well Bim is way more of a nibbler than Robbie is! H-He's obsessed with p-people with soft tummies....'

Chase grinned at that as he listened to Silver stammer and avert his eyes....and Chase just couldn't help himself. He poked Silver's spandex covered belly with a teasy grin.

'Awww does he target yooou? Poor little Silveeer!' 

Silver's eyes widened as he squeaked and covered his tummy, his eyes widening with embarrassment. Obviously he was overjoyed at Chase being so playful, but damn he already got targeted for tickles nearly every day at home and he was NOT going to let it happen now! He narrowed his eyes at Chase.

'....you shouldn't have done that.'

Chase grinned, looking Silver up and down curiously as he saw the hero's pink cheeks and narrowed eyes.

'Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?'

Silver smirked then, a smirk that you wouldn't fathom a superhero wearing, but I can tell you that Silver wore it scarily well. So much so that it made Chase gulp, especially when Silver leant closer and replied with a giggle.

'Ohhh I think you already knooow....'

Chase's eyes widened, and he let out quite a prompt squeak when Silver grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him into his chest, trapping him in a giggly hug.

'I looove cuddles, don't you?'

Silver had affectionately buried his face into the crook of Chase's neck, grinning as Chase giggled and struggled and became the far blushier one out of the two of them.

'N-Noho w-wahait c-c'mon I-Ihi ohonly pohoked you!'

Silver chuckled into Chase's neck, sending tickly vibrations down the man's spine as the hero kept his arms wrapped around Chase's torso. He was trapped, and all Silver's for the tickling, so Silver let the nuzzling begin as he purred.

'Ohhh but that was all it took Chase....that was all it took to bring forth my tickly vengeance!'

Silver growled dramatically as he nuzzled into the soft, sensitive skin that Chase had to offer as said man attempted to scrunch up and fight back. Emphasis on attempted. No matter how hard he pushed, Silver's hold on him remained strong, and with his face buried deep into the crook of Chase's neck....there was no way to block it now.

'N-Nohohoho stahahappihit stahahap! Ihihi'll g-gehehet yohou bahack!'

Chase spluttered amidst his mirth, attempting to fight back with his words since he knew Silver's strength surpassed his by a mile. His little threat merely made Silver giggle, before he developed a devious little thought.

'....are you threatening a superhero?'

Chase wriggled, getting chills down his spine at Silver's lowered tone. He got even more chills when he felt Silver smirk into his neck and growl.

'Because if that's the case....then that would make you a villain that I must vanquish!'

As soon as Chase heard Silver's words, his eyes widened and he started to formulate a reply saying that Silver absolutely did not need to vanquish him and that it was all a big misunderstanding. However, Silver didn't give him the chance to wiggle out of what he had planned, in any regard. Silver smirked and let his hands slip down to Chase's fleshy sides where he could attack them with the most evil squeezy tickles you have ever seen.

'NOHOHO NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE!!'

Chase threw his head back with his hysterical giggles before trying to curl up his upper body, but Silver had the talent of being a very dextrous fellow. He was rather adept at tickling you see....well, how else was he supposed to interrogate his regular villains, he couldn't very well HURT people! So Silver's torture method of choice was tickling, and as Chase was now realising, Silver very much made it into a torture.

'Beg all you want but I will NOT stand for villainy, no sir! And if that means tickling villains like you into submission then by heck I'll do it!'

Silver heroically spoke with his chest puffed out, his resolute fingers wiggling into and scratching Chase's sides non-stop. Chase tried to push his hands away, but every time he moved or shifted he just felt like he was exposing himself more, he was caught between wanted to attack and wanting to defend himself! Being caught in the middle like this meant he could do neither, all he could do was scrunch his red face up with flustered mirth.

'IHIHI'M NAHAHAT AHA VIHIHILLAIN!!'

Silver raised an eyebrow at that, letting his tickling fingers sneak under Chase's t-shirt to target his bare sides as he mused.

'Oh? Then why, pray tell, would you threaten a superhero such as myself?'

Chase shook his head as he squealed, kicking out with ticklish desperation as he cried out VERY preciously.

'IHIHI DIHIDN'T MEHEHEAN IHIT!!'

Silver grinned, fighting hard to hide how giddy he felt at having such a cutie at the mercy of his tickling. Chase was so cute in the way his face scrunched up when he was embarrassed, and how as time went on his struggling got weaker and weaker, which made it easy for Silver to keep on tickling and teasing to his villaino-HEROIC heart's content.

'Hmmm, how do I know you're not just saying that to get me to stop tickling you?'

Chase gasped as his giggles softened a little, since Silver had slowed his tickling so only his fingertips traced Chase's sides rather than wiggling deep into the flesh. Chase gulped and shivered, hurrying to stammer in a way that he hoped would sound believable because my goodness the tickling was breaking him.

'N-Noho I-I-I'm ahan h-honest person I-I'm t-tehelling the truth!'

Chase exclaimed with a whimper, trying to crane his head round to try and see if Silver was thinking about being merciful. Granted, Silver did think about it...however, there was something in his way that was preventing him from providing mercy. Amidst the tickly kerfuffle, Chase's t-shirt had ridden up and exposed Chase's stunning, ticklish-looking stomach. Silver couldn't resist. He leant in close to Chase's ear, and grinned with shining eyes as he whispered.

'Sorry....but I don't think I believe you just yet!'

Chase....absolutely....shrieked. Not only had Silver had the evil idea of blowing a raspberry into the crook of Chase's neck, but all ten of his devilish fingers had set about poking and scribbling all over Chase's stomach.

'AAHHH NOHOHO NOHO FAHAHAHACK!!!'

Silver gasped dramatically, scribbling harder as Chase writhed about hysterically; I mean, if that wasn't a villain's vocabulary then he didn't know what was!

'You rude little villain! Oh yes, I think some more laughter should wash that rudeness out of your mouth!'

Chase laughed and laughed for sure, arching his back as his limbs flailed about recklessly. His face was crimson and his eyes were filled with tears of mirth...even through the madness of the tickling Chase was still having thoughts. Flustering thoughts of his family, how Schneeple always reprimanded him about his cheeky mouth, how Anti and Jackie would gang tickle him until he wept with joy and nothing else....how they'd all make him just feel happiness, and nothing else.

'IHIHIHI'M SAHAHARRY SIHIHIHILVEHER EHEHEHEE PLEHEHEEEEASE!!!'

Chases laughter was flitting between different shrill pitches as Chase thrashed and weakly tugged at Silver's fingers. Silver kept up the tickling though, giving Chase's lower tummy a good hearty scratch as he mused with a grin.

'You've got a seriously tickly tummy haven't you? Does that tickle Chase, hmm? Does it tickle bad?'

Silver almost started to sound like Wilford fricking Warfstache with how much he was cooing, and that just pushed Chase over the edge of flusteredness. He was shrieking and bucking from the scratching and teasing, it was all he was thinking about, anything else that might have been in his mind before had been seriously overshadowed. 

'YEHEHEHES YEHEHES!!! PLEHEHEASE NOHO MOHOHOOORE!!!'

Chase whined through his desperate laughter, feeling achy already from the force of his own laughter, and thankfully Silver heeded his sweet begs. Silver's fingers drew away from Chase's tummy, making the man gasp and hug his abdomen as his residual giggles made him titter adorably. Silver kept hugging him though, Silver's hugs were inescapable.

'Ahalright, alright no more....for now at least.'

Silver snorted and giggled when Chase loudly whined into his shoulder....before his whines swiftly turned into little huffs and snores. Silver grinned and rooted around for his phone, before throwing out a text to his heroic septic companion saying that their planned mission for today was going to lean more towards snuggling rather than the scaling of buildings.

WOOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS FICCY LEMME KNOW IF YA DO WOOOOO LUV YOUS XX

[echodrops]

Ten Totally Awesome, Very Serious, Incredibly Valid Reasons to Ship Shigaraki/Ochako

Pleaseee Note: This is a parody post. If you’re looking for real reasons to ship Shigako (M&Ms voice: they do exist!), they’re over here.

Spoilers for My Villain Academia, watch out.

Uh, also, before anyone goes stereotypically tumblr on me, no, I obviously do not condone shipping minors and adults. But I do fully support future fics, age changes, and AUs because I can actually conceptualize of fictional characters in circumstances different from the canon. First person to send me anon hate about a four-year age gap will be punted into the sun.  

1) Uraraka already has a track record of being attracted to a Merch-Collecting Nerd Prince with Zero Chill and only One Pair of Red Sneakers to his name.

It’s only inevitable that one day she’ll come to her senses and upgrade to the VASTLY SUPERIOR Nerd King Special Edition HD Re-Release™ instead.

Thank you to Reddit for providing me multiple pictures comparing these vile shoes.

2) Shigaraki might be a crazed terrorist hell bent on total world destruction, but he’s not interested in kinky girls.

Freak in the streets, vanilla in the sheets.

A PERFECTLY NORMAL girl like Ocha–

You know what, on second thought, let’s just… move along…

3) He’s got blue hair, she likes to wear pink. He was a skater boi, she said see yah later boi.

According to The Complete Colorstrologist’s Guide to Metaphysical, Metaphoric, and Metastasizing Personal Wells of Well-Being (publication pending); the expert opinions of at least three licensed metaphysicotheologico-cosmolonigologists; whatcolorismyaura .com (which is flagged as a security risk by my browser, and which I was too scared to actually unflag, even for the sake of this joke); like half of a $1.50/hour consultation with the professionals of 1-800-PSY-CHIC (which I hope is not a real phone number); and five whole minutes of Googling, pink and blue are infinitely compatible colors! The intensity and compassion of those possessing the pink aura helps to temper the brutal intuition and blunt honesty of the blue aura! The reliability and follow-through of one pastel soul empowers the bubbly generosity of the other! This is just plain and simple scientifically proven fact. Does your ship align with the stars?! I didn’t think so.

FURTHERMORE, deciphering the Illuminati’s cryptographic RGB code reveals that the-only-color-of-pink-anime-girls-are-allowed-to-wear corresponds perfectly to Numerology Life Path Number 7, while baby blue corresponds to Life Path 2, which, like, basically totally means they’re soulmates.*

* Every sign is your soulmate if you go through enough of the Google results.

Please also consider: Cotton candy is delicious.

I stole this picture from a vape shop. Please don’t sue me, vape shop.

4) Shigaraki and Uraraka would obviously be the ultimate low maintenance power couple.

They say that the most harmonious pairs are people who live similar lifestyles, right? Get you a man who won’t judge your habit of window-shopping at convenience stores.

Think of all the ridiculous AU fanfics the world is tragically missing out on!

Where is the penniless millennial disaster roommate AU?! (Can’t afford real food? Mochi makes the dream work. Their roof springs a leak? F R E E shower. Coupon game too strong. God help the person who cuts them in line for samples at the grocer’s.) Where is the “We got fake married for the tax breaks” AU?! (”Wait, what do you mean divorces cost money?”) The “Don’t think I’ll take it easy on you in battle just because we keep meeting at the 99¢ ¥100 store” AU?! The--

5) Who doesn’t love a beauty and the beast story? A tale as old as time? Song as old as rhyme?

I, for one, have perfect faith in the ability of Shigaraki’s beauty to civilize even the most horrendous of monsters.

6) Look Uraraka–

–you might have to bail his ass out of jail for murder, but at least you know you’ll never catch him cheating!

6.5) Their ship name could be Stardust. 🌠S T A R🌠🌌D U S T🌌!!! Why are y’all still sleepin’?!! Arghhkfghjfgh!

7) She’s already met his whole family!

The introduction got off on an awkward foot, trueee, but look on the bright side: there definitely won’t be any complaints about their relationship from his side of the aisle!

8) Her quirk makes her nauseous? That’s okay. He’s A L W A Y S nauseous.

It doesn’t get any more romantic than taking turns holding each other’s hair, and research suggests people who have maximum innate chemistry mirror each other’s physical behaviors without even noticing! You could say they just can’t hold it in anymore! It’s really overflowing! In this essay, I will-- 

9) The couple that plays together, stays together. 

This is where I WOULD put a picture of Shigaraki gaming... if Horikoshi had ever drawn one, but he WON’T, because he knows full well that Shigaraki is a fake gamer who only ever watches Let’s Plays.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single male in possession of a decent PC build, must be in a want of a hot gamer girlfriend. Semi-mythical in nature, it is rumored that once every nine years, when Mars aligns with the release of a new triple AAA title that has single player and no micro-transactions, a female gamer will reveal herself via dropping push-to-talk in the voice chat and will accept challengers of note. Should you best her in battle, the ancient legend claims, she may deem you a worthy companion. But lose, and your dignity fate will lie entirely in her hands.

Ochako is crazy competitive. Shigaraki’s ass is grass.

10) You ever see him act like this much of a doofus for anyone but Uraraka Ochako?

I rest my case.

[thenickelportrust]

Sorry, it's Finley anon from earlier here. I know I requested a Finley kiss short earlier but like, I'm curious about V now? Sorry to be a nuisance! I'm just so.. I love every love interest in this game so much.

And, anon, this one has also been sitting in my inbox since the beginning of time and I apologize for that as well but, y’know, today may just be your lucky day because I am answering both of these right now!!! (Now that I can get back to actually writing shorts! :D)

And please know- you are not a nuisance at all!! I love all of the asks and request I get because it’s honestly so astounding and amazing to know that someone else also loves these characters like I do and wants to know more about them!! Even beyond that I simply never mind stuff like this- at all! So please know- you are not a nuisance at all and it makes me super super super happy to know that you love these characters, too!! 

Other rambling aside- here’s some V! (Since you didn’t request a specific V I just went ahead and went with Vega- since the last V short was Vincent so I flipped a coin between Vera and Vega- so I hope that’s alright!)

(Also, same deal, an example of a first kiss, but not the first kiss because of spoilery reasons.)

“I just want it on the record that I do not, nor will I ever, condone this idea at all.” The wind brushes over your skin- it’s cool, near freezing, in fact, but you don’t feel the chill wrapped in your jacket. Still, you pull it tighter around yourself, almost habitually, and glance to the side at your wolfishly grinning companion.

“And yet here you are.” They seem to have no apparent problem with your reluctant whining, simply slinging an arm around your shoulder heavily, leaning into your side as they twirl a pair of bright silvery keys around their index finger with lazy accuracy.

“Not entirely by choice.”

“Oh, come now, darling.” You can feel Vega’s bouncing laugh against you. “Let’s not play ourselves. If that were true then you simply would have refused to come along. And yet, I repeat, here you are.” They catch the keys in their gloved palm, letting their wrist drop as they present them to you freely. “So tell me, if you aren’t here for this- then why else would you have followed me so readily?”

“Morbid curiosity.” You deadpan, and for a moment your mind brushes away the ridiculousness of this situation, and focuses instead on something so mundane that it almost seems odd in and of itself. The wind picks up again- and you wonder if Vega is cold- after all, while you brought a warm coat they seem perfectly content to freeze in a green t-shirt and not-very-warm-looking leather jacket- and then you wonder why it is that’s the thing your brain decides to focus on when you’re about to carjack one of Nickelport’s more infamous villains. “But I’m starting to remember what happens to cats when they’re curious.”

“Then it’s a good thing you’re not a cat, dear.”

“I sure as hell am starting to feel like one, though.”

“More of a fox, if you ask me.”

“Not the time.”

Vega rolls their eyes dramatically, snatching the keys back up in their hand- how the hell did they even get those, anyway? Vega’s hand slips from your shoulders, and they saunter confidently towards the door of the bright red luxury car- a color about as obnoxious as its owner, and the person about to steal it from said owner. “You’re far too cautious, sweetheart, would I really let anything bad happen?”

“No, you’d instigate it.”

Vega laughs again, far too loudly, in fact. Wincing, your eyes skitter about the empty streets with hurried, fearful glances. “Vega, please, can’t we just-…” But they’ve already got the door open, waving one hand forward to the seat with a flourish and that same sly grin. “I’m not driving that thing.”

“Perhaps not,” Vega chuckles again, “But then would you rather I take the wheel?”

“I’d rather we get out of here before anything bad shows up- or anyone.” You turn around, suddenly feeling as if that cold wind were a warm breath on the back of your neck. 

“Then we have quite the suitable getaway car right here, darling.”

“Not funny.”

“I did not mean it to be.” Vega sighs and lets the door fall closed with a thud that feels like a punch to the gut, you take a step back habitually. 

The jacket is already about as tight around you as it possibly could be, yet you still try to pull it even tighter. You eye the shadows that creep along the corners of tall buildings, trailing their sharp edges to the roofs where unseeable things seem to flit in and out of your sight, hiding behind quickly folded curtains, obscuring piercing eyes that send shudders down your spine. “Can we please just leave?”

You nearly jump when you feel warm hands on the side of your face- your head is tilted down from the rooftops to stare at Vega- and you can read the disappointment on their face, but it seems buried under a careful consideration with which they scrutinize you. Finally, Vega releases a breathy laugh, they pat the side of your cheek, “You really needn’t be so dreadfully fearful, dear. I can promise that nothing is to happen to you. Not while I’m around.”

And despite it being Vega, of all people, there’s an assured honesty to their voice that almost makes you believe them. A solemn promise that seems to shave off the sharp edge of fear. But then again, it is Vega.

Another wistful sigh, and after a moment’s hesitation, their hands slip from your face. “But so be it, this was not meant to cause you distress, rather- to alleviate that which you were already feeling, and so I suppose I’ll simply have to come up with some other scheme, now won’t I?” And while you may not have fully believed their previous promise, something about that sly, roguish grin, the cunning shine to their eyes, and the fact that it is, once again, Vega that’s telling you this- you wholeheartedly believe this one.

“Thank you.” But that’s a thing to worry about later, as of right now- you just want to leave. You feel Vega slip their arm through yours, grinning just as proudly as they did while leading you here when they guide you away from the death-trap-waiting-to-happen. “Wait- what about the car?”

“I suppose that’s no longer our problem, is it?” Vega shrugs loosely. “At the very least I must give them some trouble finding it, mustn’t I?”

As long as the chances of you dying are minimal, you suppose you’ll let it be. “Say, Vega… Why did you do all this, anyway? I didn’t exactly ask you to…”

“Hm?” They seem surprised by the very question, “Well, they hurt you- didn’t they? I simply aided where I could- and since you did say you wanted to get back at them, I thought perhaps you might want to partake in a little well-meaning revenge, too!” Well-meaning revenge…? Does such a thing… exist…?

“Yeah, sure, but… I dunno, I thought it was gonna be with my article- not, y’know, hijacking their car.”

“Oh? Is that so? Well, I’ll have to keep that in mind.”

Uh oh. You don’t like that new smile of theirs.

“Uh,” You try to change the subject, or at least think of something to interrupt whatever it is they’re now scheming, “Ok, but… why do you want to help, anyway?”

This is, apparently, such a shocking question that it requires Vega to stop so suddenly that they nearly yank you back in the process- despite their hands still slipping from where they were linked around your arm and instead placing both hands over their heart as if you’d wounded them there. “Oh dear! You truly can’t tell?”

“I- uh- I mean-” You scratch the back of your neck, did you say something wrong? “No…?”

Vega, just as quickly, turns from an expression of pure shock to barking laughter, at that point your face is cupped once more between their hands- the black felt of their fingerless gloves is soft against your cheeks, while their fingers are warm. “You’re a reporter, darling, you read people for a living- surely you know what it is I feel for you?”

“You’re… you’re really not the easiest to read, Vega.”

Another breathy laugh, this one lower, rumbling and amused- like a cat’s purr. “Well, then, perhaps I should give you a direct quote for the papers.” Vega tilts your head down until, temple-to-temple, they can whisper in your ear, “You see, dear, I am entirely infatuated with you.” 

“You’re-” You’re cut off when Vega slips away from your ear, and in a moment you feel Vega’s lips-

Pressed against the bridge of your nose.

They pull back with that same wolfish grin, while you’re left feeling enough heat pooling in your cheeks to make you forget just about entirely about that cold wind. “Uh… You… Um…”

There’s that purring laughter again, “Yes, darling?”

And just like before, you mind decides to detach itself from reality. Though unlike before- instead of thinking some crazy, or noticing something irrelevant, you find yourself doing something so insane that you’re fairly sure you’ve been spending far too much time around Vega.

You grab the sides of their jacket- and you kiss them.

[marmelade-sky]

u mentioned in smthn recently kevin "getting drunk with Neil and Jean on the anniversary of Riko’s death and collecting reasons why Riko deserved to die." which is just such a sick concept, could u write that scene??

Hello dear followers, readers and above all, lovely mutuals

I have gotten so many sweet anon messages from people asking if I was alright, and letting me know they support me and look forward to more writing. And all of those messages were so incredibly sweet and good for me and my mental state. It’s all a little hard rn, trying to be an actual adult, and so that was really… nice to hear. A big fat Thank you to everybody who messaged me. I hope we soon have wifi, and I can be online more again. Until then, please be patient with me. You can still send prompts ofc, but you might have to wait a little until I’m filling it. 

You guys keep me want to write, and just… thank you. This fandom is such a nice community.

alright, enough with the sappy shit, let’s get on with this. This contains Jerejean because i love them. Sorry not sorry. 

Not beta’d. Sorry :D 

It’s been a year, and they are drawn together like some kind of gravity is working its power on them. Some sick force, pulling them together by their bad memories, their trauma, their common denominator. 

Riko Moriyama.

He’s been under the earth for a whole year now, dead and probably rotting away in his grave. They have to remember it from time to time, that he’s gone.

Kevin, when his hand hurts when the weather changes, or when he looks at Wymack showing him thumbs up after a particularly good game and he feels like he’s dreaming.

Jean, when he traces the lines on his body, so many scars, all of them inflicted by Riko. The scars in his soul aren’t traceable, but he knows they’re there, too, when Jeremy hugs him and Jean tenses up for just a second before relaxing and remembering he is allowed to hug back, he is allowed to bury his nose in Jeremy’s hair and enjoy this for himself. 

Neil has to remember it when he looks at Andrew sometimes, and when he looks in the mirror and sees the marred skin of his cheek where the “4″ had been. 

It’s Renee who asks Jean to spend the weekend with them. Jean reluctantly agrees. Jeremy doesn’t try to talk him out of it at all, even though Jean had half expected him. Jean and Kevin haven’t talked since the day Jean left to join the Trojans. 

He’s nervous when he arrives at the airport. But Renee is there with her colorful hair and her sweet smile. And it’s alright.

“Kevin.”

“Jean.” 

They stand in the doorway awkwardly, facing each other. Kevin still looks the same. But at the same time, he doesn’t. His hair is growing longer. Back at the nest, this haircut would have been unacceptable. 

“You… had it covered up.”, Kevin says relucantly, pointing to his own cheek where the queen chess piece covers his number 2. Jean touches his own fingertips to his own tattoo. 

“Yeah.” 

Kevin avoids his gaze. “…good for you. I-… uh, I heard you’re getting on well with… with the Trojans, and… it’s… is it… are you…?” He looks up, and Jean wants to slap him suddenly.  

“No.”, he simply replies, answering Kevin’s unasked question. “…I’m not alright. But I’m better.” 

Kevin chews on his bottom lip and nods curtly. “…good.”, he eventually says. “Good.” 

Jean likes Neil, for some reason. He has more of a spine than Kevin, and he doesn’t ask Jean any nonsensical questions. 

Jean isn’t quite sure why Neil is dating Minyard now, but he seems happy with him. Jean sees him smile across the table at Andrew when they’re out for pizza in the evening. 

The Foxes seem to have grown closer. Everyone is invited for the dinner, and Jean notices that they seem… friendlier together. Maybe that’s why they’re a better team now. Not maybe, definitely. 

Jean texts Jeremy under the table. Renee sees and just smiles, patting his thigh. 

They get drunk. Of course they do. 

Kevin is still an alcoholic, Jean knows that much. Some bad habits don’t die. And tonight, on the anniversary of Riko’s death, Jean, too, needs a drink. Or several. 

They end up on the court. Jean doesn’t really remember how. The ceiling spins above him as he stretches out on the polished wooden floor. He distantly remembers Minyard driving them here. But now they’re alone, Neil, Kevin and him. Why? Whose idea was that…? Jean can’t remember.

“He’s… he’s fucking dead…”, Kevin eventually says into the big silence of the court. 

“He deserved it.”, Neil adds, and there is no regret in his voice. He spits the words out with the honesty Jean admires about him. 

A strangled noise escapes Kevin. “Don’t…don’t say that.” 

Neil, who has been lying on his back as well, sits up and points at Kevin. “He fucking did deserve it. He broke your hand. He cut me up into pieces. He treated Jean like a dog.”

Jean doesn’t flinch. But something in his chest stirs. “…he was a bad person.” The words come out lazily and slowly. 

Neil grunts in agreement. 

They fall silent again.

After several minutes, right when Jean’s eyes threaten to fall close, Kevin speaks again. His voice is quiet, timid, almost. “…do you remember when he broke my nose?”, he asks, and it’s clear that it’s directed at Jean. 

Jean does remember. It was one of the rare occasions Riko had actually taken out his rage on Kevin instead of Jean. 

“…he slammed the butt of his racket into your face.”, Jean drawls with a low sigh. “…later that night, he let Jake fuck me.” Jean has never talked about that with Kevin. He is sure Kevin knew though, back then. 

There was another silence, until Neil says, “…we should make a list.” 

“What list?” Jean slowly rolls to his side. His stomach grumbles unhappily, filled with liquor. 

“Reasons why Riko deserved to die- stop choking, Kevin.” 

Kevin is coughing now, red in the face, pressing a hand to his sternum. When he speaks, his voice is an octave higher than usual. “Reasons…?” He is clearly scandalized. Old habits die hard. 

“Yes, let’s.”, Jean agrees after a moment. “Reason one, he fucked up Kevin Day.” 

Kevin glares at Jean. Jean doesn’t know how Kevin isn’t going cross eyed. He has half a bottle of vodka in his system, after all. 

“Reason two, the stupid fucking tattoos.”, Neil adds, and to his own surprise, Jean laughs. 

“Fuck yeah.” 

“Reason three.” Jean and Neil go quiet when Kevin speaks. “…he… he told me I was nothing without him, and he broke my hand.” 

“Reason four.”, Neil adds, “…he was an egocentric, manic and manipulative asshole.” 

Jean nodds strongly. “…yes.” 

Another silence settls over them. 

“…he forbade me to speak french. …that’s reason five.”, Jean adds after a moment. 

“You did, anyway.” Kevin is smiling down at his own hands when Jean looks over to him. 

“Yes.” 

“Reason six: he was bad with knives.” Neil runs a thumb over a scar right above his elbow. 

As Jean tries to think of another reason, something ridiculous comes to his mind, and he has to laugh again. It feels weird to laugh, especially about Riko, about this, but laughing makes the tight feeling in his chest losen up. “Reason seven should be the way he pronounced ‘court’. It always sounded like… card.” It’s lame, a lame reason, but he’s still laughing, and now, Neil is too. 

“It did. Caaaahrt.” 

Jean snorts because he is laughing so hard. “Fuck, yes.” 

Kevin isn’t laughing, but smiling. 

Neil’s and Jean’s laughter dies down after some time, and silence settles over the Foxhole court again. 

“…he’s really dead.”, Kevin says into it after several minutes. “He’s dead. Riko is dead.” 

Jean thinks Kevin sounds like he’s tasting every syllable of the sentence in his mouth.

[we-work-hard]

Conflict: Part Three

Pairing: AJ Styles x Shane McMahon

Summary: AJ and Shane struggle with their feelings for each other, before and after Wrestlemania 33 (Part One is here, and here’s Part Two – This starts up again the night after they’ve had their chat in the storeroom backstage at SmackDown during the last chapter. Then it goes back in time a bit to see how they got where they are..)

Notes: I’m trying to keep to a proper timeline with the appearances on Talking Smack that will feed in later, and what-happened-when on SmackDown. The UpUpDownDown cakeness in this chapter isn’t at the right time, though – I slightly fudged when that happened to fit it in... 

Warnings: Adultery, and always typos, and some imagined talk about other wrestlers in the industry (obvs, I’m not saying Shane and AJ would really think this about these people – but they do in this fic), and some blasphemous talk, I think (I hope it doesn’t offend anyone – the fam I come from is religious, but I’m not, so... yeah)

Tagging: Peeps who were kind about the other chapters – thank you so much, for being supportive (and thank you, ALWAYS, to @llowkeys for anonning with me when I was scared to join here, and for continuing to be a darling everyday – we’re so glad you’re back, bby xxx)

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Conflict: Part Three

Shane’s been waiting for AJ for three and a half hours now. He’s lying on the hotel bed in the dark, fully clothed, shoes still on, drumming his stomach with his fingers. No doubt AJ’s going to go back to completely stonewalling him again. He reaches for his phone.

‘You’re not coming’

He doesn’t expect a response. AJ opening up to him again today was just a fluke, another little bit of hope to torment him. Physical proximity is the key to getting through to AJ, always has been – something about being able to hear Shane’s voice makes him listen. Touches make his shoulders relax, eye contact makes the truth come out. As soon as they’re physically apart again, the anger in AJ comes back. Suddenly, AJ thinks Shane’s playing a game with him – Shane wants to ruin his life; AJ’s never been interested in a man because he’s not like that; he was confused; he needs to reconnect with his church. All the things that fall away when Shane touches him.

Shane’s phone vibrates.

‘I cant’

Shane sits up on the bed, holding the phone in front of him. AJ’s thinking about it in the dark, too. What can he message back; what can he say that won’t make AJ shut down? He needs AJ here in front of him, but this is the chance he’s been given.

As he panics, his phone vibrates in his hands again, lighting up the dark room with a glow.

‘u don’t just want to talk’

He’s right. Shane quickly messages back.

‘No?’

‘nope. I know u’

Shane pulls himself to the edge of the bed and turns the lamp on, dropping the phone for a moment to wipe his clammy hands up and down on his pants – this is a big thing AJ’s doing right now, letting him back in. Shane can’t help the little thrill that goes through him at AJ allowing this type of communication. He thinks, and starts to type in...

‘What do you think I want to do?’

Will AJ respond to that? Please, please let AJ respond to that and not get mad, Shane thinks, his leg bouncing up and down.

‘think u want to kiss me again. + more’

Shane sits up straight, his stomach twisting with nerves and excitement.

‘I think I do... do you want me to?’ he thumbs in. That might be too far, but please let it not be, please let AJ respond, even if it’s just to tell him to stop.

‘perhaps’ is what his phone lights up with.

Shane’s head drops into his hands, the phone pressing against his face. AJ’s in the same building, in a room here somewhere, and he maybe wants Shane to kiss him again. And more. Suddenly, Shane feels like the luckiest man in the world, being told ‘perhaps’.

‘Then come and be with me’

He drops the phone again and folds his hands together, pushing them against his face, like he’s praying. Maybe he is praying. When the response comes, he’s confused at first.

‘remember the 1st time’

AJ wants to reminisce... Shane can do that – he likes thinking about that day. Not the arguments before or after, but the complete honesty between them in the middle. Being allowed to touch the other man the way he’d wanted to for so long; to love him.  

AJ texts again, straight away: ‘i was so scared but so happy’

That makes Shane smile.

‘I didn’t think you’d let me near you, I thought I’d messed it all up’

‘you didn’t. I feel so bad all the time shane’

‘You felt good when you were with me?’

AJ keeps him waiting a minute or so, but it feels like longer.

‘yes’

‘So be with me. Not tonight, if you’re not ready. Just don’t push me away anymore. Think about it? Promise me you will?’

Shane’s stomach twists while he waits, hoping AJ will reply.

‘ok’

Thank goodness. Shane falls back onto the bed, holding the phone to his chest and letting out a relieved laugh. He’s got a chance; AJ’s giving him another ‘perhaps’. His phone buzzes again.

‘so... u don’t want to see me 2nite?’

Shane laughs in delight at the flirting starting again. He never thought it would.

‘Nope. I’d rather sleep ;D’

“!!!”

“Think about me tonight?”

Another pause to make Shane worry, the seconds ticking by.

‘i will’

And a beat later:

‘i missed us talking shane’

‘And kissing?’

‘maybe that too’

‘And the rest?’

‘don’t push your luck. Good night shane’

‘Goodnight AJ. I hope you’re wearing those ugly pants you like to wear to sleep in’

He won’t respond to that.

‘wld send u a pic but i don’t want u getting too excited’

Holy crap, he did.

‘You know me so well’

‘stop keepin me awake dang it’

‘You’re keeping *me* awake!’

Another pause, and Shane thinks that might be it for the night.

‘u dont need any beauty sleep u handsome man’

There is no way Shane is going to be able to sleep now, he’s smiling so hard.

‘i shldnt have said that - goodnight shane’

‘Sweet dreams, you sweet man’

‘quit it’

And a moment later...

‘xx’

Shane gets up to turn the light out again, grinning in happiness and relief. He should text his wife to say goodnight, he should. But he forces the thought out of his head along with the guilt.

AJ’s under the same roof as him, and he’s thinking about him. For now, it’s enough.  

***

Shane’s getting to know him. They’re building to their Wrestlemania match months in advance; specific spots to be worked out nearer to the big day, but right now they’re working on their programme by getting comfortable with each other in the ring, talking things out. AJ’s a hard-worker, patient, and Shane enjoys his sense of humour. He likes feeling out AJ’s moves in the ring, sitting on the mat to talk afterwards.

They’re taking another break, gulping down water and quietly talking to each other while others make use of the rings and equipment around them. He trusts AJ, tells him things he probably shouldn’t.

“We don’t get on, actually.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“How come?”

“He... has a lot of ideas I don’t agree with.”

“Like, maybe, booking himself to main-event WrestleMania two years in a row, instead of giving opportunities to other people…”

“Uh, yeah, maybe something like that.”

Shane looks down, talking quietly, quicker than usual. AJ watches him and blinks softly, not rushing him.

“I don’t know,” Shane shrugs. “I don’t think much of his work. And I know I’ve got no right, I know that. I don’t know what it takes to make it in this business as a wrestler, from the bottom, of course I don’t.” AJ swiftly shakes his head and frowns, which Shane shakes off.

“But... that’s just how I feel. No matter how good he is to Steph, I don’t think much of him; never have. I know he doesn’t think much of me, either.”

There’s a companionable silence while AJ looks out over to the training going on in other parts of the centre, seeing no one can hear them. He looks down to scratch at the mat while he talks, hushed, deciding to trade a secret for Shane’s. 

“I don’t like John.”

“What?”

“Yeah,” he says quietly, like a kid confessing a wrong-doing. “Don’t like ‘im.”   

“I thought he was giving you ‘the matches of your career’...” Shane says, dropping in a quote he’s heard from AJ in numerous interviews.

“Well… the programme went great, don’t get me wrong. And it got me to where I needed to be; I’m grateful for that-”

“No, no, I get it – go on.”

“But…I dunno… him callin’ every match? I worked all over the world before coming here, against some of the best guys around. And, yeah, I know he has, too; I get it. But I have things I can bring to the table. Why’d we always have to work the same style?”

“You mean... you don’t think every match should have at least three AAs in it?”

“Ha!” AJ looks up to catch Shane’s eye in surprise, relieved Shane gets it. They raise their eyebrows at each other and grin, happy to be sharing the secret. “No, I don’t! Plus, do I have to be carried around the ring on the guy’s shoulders at every house show? I carry my kids around like that – do I look like a kid?”

“Well... you kind of do.”

“Shut up, I ain’t that short.”

Shane laughs. “It’s a cute spot, though – the folks in the crowd sure love it.”

“Cute?! Me being carried around like a little baby is cute to you?”

“Well – to everyone! It looks sweet!”

“Oh, cute and sweet, now?! I’m a grown-ass man, Shane – don’t you forget that,” AJ advises with a rougher voice.

“Hmm...” Shane looks him over, appraisingly. ”I think you’ve got a bit more growing to do.”

AJ thumps Shane’s arm indignantly and flashes another grin.

“Whatever, man.”

They should be getting back up to work on their sets; get used to each other’s rhythm, build muscle-memory for the other’s movement. But Shane doesn’t want to get up yet. Doesn’t seem like AJ’s in a hurry to move, either. They catch each other’s eyes again and smile.

“I, uh, won’t hurt you in there, if I can help it,” AJ says hesitantly, gesturing to the ring.

“I know.”

AJ’s looking away and biting at his bottom lip – Shane’s noticed him doing that a lot. Little mannerisms you get to know when you’re working with someone so closely like this. The way AJ smoothes his hair down before he jams his cap on his head. How he walks with his back, really, really straight, as if he can’t bear to lose any inches to the taller people around him. The way he won’t curse, but thinks “motherfreaker” or “freaking” are acceptable alternatives. How much he loves his family. It’s rare Shane feels genuine fondness towards people he works with, the way he’s starting to feel towards AJ.

“Where’s this coming from – think I can’t take what you’ve got?”

AJ softly smiles at Shane’s attempt to move the tone back to teasing, but he’s serious. He takes a deep breath before explaining.

“I remember how you looked at Survivor Series; that bump you took. That was... really bad. This is a big thing for you to do, getting back in the ring again after that. I appreciate it. I really do.”

“You don’t have to appreciate anything – I’m happy to do this. Thank you for working with me. This has been... one of the easiest experiences I’ve had putting a programme together, so far, really.” Shane’s noticed that away from other people, and the easy confidence (almost arrogance) he adopts in groups, AJ doesn’t ever acknowledge compliments. He changes the subject, or starts rubbing his arms, or messing with his hair, scrunching his face up. Which is what he’s doing now.

“Anyway, I’ve taken bigger bumps than that one.”

“You were younger then, Shane. Much younger.”

“Hey, now! Watch it.”

“Old man now – silver fox.” AJ laughs.

“Shut up. But, thank you for calling me a fox – I appreciate that. You’ve got taste, clearly.”

“Well, you pay my bills.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Then, I won’t think you’re a fox anymore,” AJ stretches his arms up over his head, dropping them to huff out, “Anyway, you think Baron is a ‘stud’, apparently, so...”

“I told you I don’t remember saying that – you’re making that up.”

“You said it; I heard ya, Shane – you said it on the aftershow, you know ya did,” AJ explains again patiently, his accent getting thicker. “You said he’s a stud. You’ve never called me a stud. You know I’m still upset about that...”

“Okay, you’re a stud.”

“Thank you,” AJ nods, smirking and taking another gulp of his water.

Shane leans back and lies down on the mat, sweaty back sticking to the plastic. He can feel the heat and sweat coming off of AJ, sitting right next to him in this training gear – loose shorts, T-shirt, and cap. Shane’s used to working out and hanging out with the boys, but he’s always felt the need to impress them, not to be a stuffy office guy. He’s relaxed now, though.

“I heard you yelling at Roman afterwards that night, backstage.”

He has hazy memories of AJ’s gruff voice shouting, amongst all the other yelling voices – remembers seeing him pushing and shoving.

“It wasn’t his fault, you know. These things happen.”

“I know, but... I wouldn’t have let that happen. You’re too easy-going with that stuff, Shane – you have to look after yourself.”

“Stop – I’m fine.”

“Okay, okay; I’ll lay off, I’m not your wife.” AJ scrunches his face up again, thinking. “Your kids looked so strong about it, though; amazing kids.”

“Yeah, really amazing.” Shane smiles in fondness and pride for his children, and AJ smiles too in recognition of the feeling. “They know the business; they’ve pretty much grown up in it, like I did. I’ve tried to keep them away from it, to a degree, but... they’re McMahons. It’s always going to be a part of their lives.’

AJ’s lifted his shirt up to scratch his side where his tattoos are. Shane counts them out of the corner of his eye, noting the slightly mismatched one for his daughter, disappearing into the crease of his skin by his hip.

“I’ve never really been hurt in the ring like that.”

“No?”

“No, I've never been hurt like that; been lucky.” Shane takes in a breath and wonders if he should say it; they’ve never talked about it.  

“I know your lower back's messed up.” AJ tenses up beside him. Shane knows – he’s not stupid. The pain is more than AJ’s talked about, and it’s not something a little yoga or therapy can fix. “I can tell; it’s okay. I've been around you guys my whole life. The way you hold yourself... It hurts, doesn't it?” AJ flicks his eyes to Shane and away, rubbing and then tapping his own arm – another quirk Shane’s noticed.

"Aches all the time," he murmurs, waiting for Shane’s response. Shane’s never seen him with that look on his face – vulnerable. No jokes, no easy arrogance, no good ol’ boy AJ. Shane lifts his hand to touch his back, comfort him, but drops it again. "Well... I’ll treat you gentle, then.” "Ha – you think I can't take it hard anymore, bossman?' AJ turns to him with a flash of teeth, eyes crinkling at the corners. "Hmmph! Well, if hard is how you want it, Mr Jones, then hard is what I'll give you." This joking back and forth is what AJ's comfortable with – Shane’s used to him yelling faux-threats and innuendo like this to him backstage, keeping things light and teasing. It still gives Shane a start sometimes when it gets particularly near the knuckle, though...

AJ shoots Shane a little sly glance of warmth and trust, quirking another smile.  "We're gonna tear this up together, McMahon." "We sure are."

AJ leans in closer over Shane with a conspiratory look. Shane automatically wants to shift away, but he holds himself still on the mat, pulse speeding up and adrenalin going. His body must be used to going into fight mode when AJ’s close, the roughness of their training and drills tricking him. "Trips who, right?" AJ whispers down with another of his soft smiles, moving back again.

Shane lets out a breath, pulse starting to slow back to normal speed. "Now, don't you go saying that around the locker room – you'll get me all amped-up, and I need to concentrate on being gentle with you in the ring, don’t I?" "Ah, screw you, man."

Shane stretches and groans, sitting up. “I guess we better get back to it...”

“Bring your worst – I’ll take it all, Shane.” AJ says with a grin, then flushes a little at his own talk and falters.

Wrestlers are a strange breed, that’s for sure - AJ’s a good one though, Shane smiles to himself. He pulls himself up to his feet and offers his hand to his friend.  

**

AJ’s beating Shane up backstage tonight, it’s all in place. They’ve run through how many hits AJ’s going to get in, how Shane’s going to protect his head and face against the blows, exactly when his head is going to go through the car window, and how hard he should be pushed.

Shane’s used to being pulled and pushed around by AJ during the regular training they’ve been doing, but this is completely different – more opportunities for it to go wrong. There’s been a strange excitement building in Shane’s gut all day, a nervous wait to see if they can pull it off together.

“You ready for this, Shane? I’m gonna give you everything I’ve got, so you just be ready to take it, boy. Because I’m comin’ for you hard,” is the trash-talk AJ’s been throwing at him today. At catering, walking past him in the corridor, Shane popping his head in to make-up.

“Just because I’m sittin’ here gettin’ all prettied up for later, doesn’t mean I can’t kick your ass, so don’t you look at me that way, McMahon.”

“Okay, tough guy.”

“You best know I’m a tough guy.”

“Right – less blush though, Amanda; AJ’s looking flushed already.”

“You’ll be lookin’ plenty flushed later, tell you that,” AJ mutters, looking back down at his phone and letting the make-up department do their work.

The ‘fight’, when it happens, is rough, and Shane’s eye starts to swell and bruise from one of the fists he didn’t block. In rehearsal, each slow-motion run through of their moves had ended with AJ patting Shane’s shoulder with a deep ‘That’s good’ or ‘That’s right’. During the actual scene, AJ has to leave Shane on the floor in a heap, getting in a few last kicks before walking away. From the ground, he can see AJ’s eyes look worried when he spots the blood he’s left. He can also see that AJ’s belt has popped open during the struggle. They got caught up and went too far.    

Afterwards, it feels like it had been real. The adrenalin Shane’s body has started to produce too much of whenever AJ is around rushes through him for hours that night, him not being able to stop lines of AJ’s growled dialogue slipping back into his thoughts.

Memories of what him and AJ had said afterwards keep playing back in his head as well...

“You okay, Shane?! Boy, look at that welt – I’m sorry, man!” AJ reaches to hold Shane’s head in his hands after the broadcast, trying to turn it back and forth for a better look.

“It’s nothing,” Shane says, letting AJ hold his head to see. “It looked great on camera – have you seen it yet?”  

“Nah, just... still trying to calm down,” AJ lets Shane go to run his hands through his own hair, pushing out a shuddering breath. He seems antsy, bouncing up and down on his heels, then shaking his arms out.  

“That was intense, right? I mean, it felt like I was really puttin’ my hands on ya,” He steps closer into Shane’s body, looking at him as if he wants to start it all over again. Shane can’t help but feel a corresponding urge to square up. Something about being around AJ now makes him feel like this, always slightly on edge.

AJ seems to realise what he’s doing and makes himself step back, but his eyes are still shining, and his mouth is hanging slightly open.

“I feel nuts right now. You sure you’re okay, Shane?”

“Told you, I can take the hard hits; don’t go soft on me.”

“Ha, no chance of that,” AJ says with a rasping chuckle, running his pointed tongue over his lower lip – Shane’s noticed him doing that a lot now, too.

AJ laughs at himself. “Boy, it’s fun beating you up. I’m so pumped, feels like I could run ten miles now, easy.”

Shane feels the same, like he could run or fight all night. Instead, he tries to stop bearing his teeth at AJ, stop smiling so much. Wanting to crowd into him for some reason, put his hands on him in response. He wants to bite into something, hard.

He breathes and tries to sound normal.

“Probably too late for that, huh – better just head back to the hotel and... do what you can with that energy.”

AJ raises an eyebrow at that, and Shane realises what he’s implied.

“I mean – in the hotel gym! Or, whatever. Whatever you... want to do.”

AJ leans in, still breathing heavily, Shane feeling it on his face. Shane can’t stop himself from letting his lips peel back over his teeth, leaning in, too.

“Now that, bossman, is none of your business, is it?”

Shane nods at the wink AJ sends him before walking off. Then he notices members of the backstage crew watching him watch AJ walk away with a big smile. He quickly drops it.    

**

AJ is killing him now.

What Daniel said last week about the flirting was right, but he’s wrong about the motivation behind it – he must be. AJ doesn’t realise what he’s doing; surely? Their programme is over, Wrestlemania long gone, but they have a friendship now. Their wives and children get on. AJ and Shane have an easy back and forth; they talk about their families, how it’s going on the road, what they want for the future... but they’ve also kept up with the faux-macho posturing, the innuendo, the ribbing.

But is it ribbing when one person can’t stop themselves from thinking about the other? The inappropriate thoughts that keep crowding in? How many times can a person run to the bathroom to calm down, without their loved ones thinking they’re sick?

Maybe Shane is sick. Because he’s locked in a bathroom again and panicking.

Xavier Woods and that stupid, stupid cake. He’d passed Shane in the corridor a moment ago, backstage, covered in cake and frosting. Which is fine – Shane doesn’t ask questions; never does.

But AJ walking up to him a moment later with a fingerful of it and offering it to Shane? He couldn’t have just laughed that off and walked away, could he? Of course not.  

"It's really good McMahon, you should get you some. You want some... right?" AJ’d taunted smugly, holding his finger in front of Shane’s face.

He’d had that look in his eye that he gets when he’s making these jokes with Shane now, the sparkle that looks like pure joy when Shane plays along. “Play this game with me,” his eyes say. But where does he want the game to lead? Since Shane realised what all the adrenalin is down to, why he feels nervous when AJ’s around, he’s started to stop caring where it goes. He just wants to keep AJ looking at him like that. Like they have this secret funny game no one else knows about. "Hmm... it does look good.”

“Mmm hmm.”

“What if I do want some of that?"

AJ had made like he was really thinking about it. “Well, now that’s a real shame, isn’t it? Because this right here is mine,” he’d said with pretend sadness, shaking his head in mock regret and holding the eye-contact. He’d sighed and slapped his leg with his other hand. “So. What’re we gonna do now, Shane?”  The next moment is what Shane wishes he could rewind and stop. Why Shane’s shut in the bathroom and sweating, waiting for a sexual harassment suit to be brought in here and slid under the cubicle door at any moment.

“I’ve got an idea.”

“Oh yeah?”

He’d grabbed AJ’s thick wrist and quickly swooped his head down over AJ’s hand, lightly closing his teeth down to the middle knuckle of the cream-covered forefinger, dragging the cake and frosting into his mouth. "Mmm. Thanks AJ. Tastes pretty good." Tastes pretty good.

Shane hits his head against the wall of the cubicle he’s locked himself in, feeling thrilled and sick at the same time. Shane just had AJ’s finger in his mouth. And he’d really, really liked it.

His panic gets worse as he gets more excited about what he’s just done. AJ flirting, Daniel?! Right. Sexy handsome raspy-voiced straight man AJ flirting with Shane? Yeah, sure. That's as realistic as... a married straight McMahon suddenly realising he wants a male employee in his bed.

Shane’s losing it, he actually is. Is this stress? Some sort of PTSD after Wrestlemania – is he too old for this? Is that what it is? Why's he thinking like this?  He loves his wife – he loves women – he's never looked at a man like that, except... he looked at AJ in the Wrestlemania gear...

A lot. He told himself at the time that he was just trying to figure out if there was underwear underneath, and if it was decent for broadcast, but no. He was looking. Oh shit – even then, he was looking.  He searches their match up on his phone, watching it on silent, again. Yes, again. How many times has he watched this now? Not enough, not enough. AJ looked so good in those tights, he thinks with growing desperation, so firm but soft, and he felt so warm under Shane's hands. And he was so cocky, baiting Shane in front of everyone, the way he's been doing backstage. What an arrogant and sexy man AJ is, Shane finally fully allows himself to think, mind racing. It's like his brain has just switched on after being locked down for way too long, and all the filthy thoughts flood in one by one. Shane liked him baiting him and grinning that cocky grin; he liked it when AJ called him 'boy' and 'kid'. He’d wanted to show him who the 'boy' really was, though – yeah, fucking show AJ real good. Turn him round into the turnbuckle, pull those stretchy tights right down in front of everyone and bite into AJ's firm cheeks, huh? Force his face between them and eat him out until AJ's just a sobbing mess, hanging over the ropes.  Shane grinds the heel of his hand into the crotch of his jeans, and grits his teeth at the feeling. Would AJ like being spanked?, he thinks with desperation. Yes, he would, he would – he'd want Shane to take him over his knee and whale on him. He got stiff when they had that brawl backstage – Shane noticed that; that’s why the belt popped open. AJ had got an erection from roughing Shane up. He'd joked about it, hadn’t he? "I sure do love givin' you a beating, Shane." Fuck – he's hard in an arena toilet and about to jerk himself off while thinking about that, and he doesn’t care anymore. Shane bets AJ wanted to push him down to his knees on the concrete and grind that denim-covered dick on Shane's face, hook one of those thick thumbs into Shane's mouth to open it up; yes. And Shane would clench his jaw shut against it – but he wants it, AJ knows that, doesn't he-

He hears a door creak open. He freezes.

“Anybody in here?”

It’s AJ, sounding breathless and tense – probably in here to throw up and scrub his hand clean. Shane quickly lifts his feet up and tries to make himself as small and quiet as possible, snapping back to the present and feeling shame and panic course through him.

He sees the shadow of AJ walking past his cubicle, sees it shift as he checks under each door for feet. He can hear AJ let out a sigh when he can’t see anyone, and quickly lock himself into the cubicle next to him. Shane really, really doesn’t want to be here now, but he’s trapped.

He can hear AJ breathing, and a thud, like he’s hitting his head against the partition wall. He’s upset. He’s upset by what Shane just did.

“Oh God... oh God...” Shane gently pushes his ear against the cubicle wall to hear him, and it’s almost as though AJ’s whispering directly into his ear. Shane closes his eyes and wishes he could whisper back, apologise for going too far, making him feel bad. He’s been so messed up and selfish – how could he have let this go so far? He takes his hand away from his hardness and bites his lips, hating himself.

“Oh my fucking God... oh God... Please forgive me,” AJ whispers.

Forgive him?

Shane hears AJ’s zipper being tugged down roughly, jeans being pulled open, and then a bitten-off moan and shuffling.

“Oh God, please forgive me, please forgive me for doin’ this...”

AJ’s touching himself, jerking off in the bathroom. Shane feels a flush go through him.

“I want it so bad, I just want to be touched all the time, Lord – I can’t bear it anymore, please help me, just let me cum, just let me make myself cum while thinkin’ of it, just once.”

Shane wants to rip the doors off their hinges and watch – grab, and suck, and bite – but all he can do is fight to stay still and silent while listening to the other man pleasure himself.

AJ continues to quietly talk himself through his orgasm, using Shane’s name a few times – which is the hottest thing he’ll ever hear; that deep voice rasping his name. Shane listens to AJ’s breath catch and the groan when he reaches his peak, the shifting and tensing of his body against the partition keeping them apart. He can smell it, too; a faint scent of chlorine, AJ’s arousal. It turns him on even more – he wants it on his fingers.

“Oh, fuck...” It’s the first time he’s heard AJ curse properly, and it sounds so sinful, but so sorrowful alongside the left-over lust. Shane feels shame to hear it.

AJ’s still breathing so hard against the wall, Shane wonders if he’ll be able to calm himself down. He listens to AJ sniff and swallow a few times, gathering himself – hears him clean himself with tissue paper and zip back up, put himself together again. Washing his hands, the door closing after he leaves.

Shane’s too shocked to finish what he’d started before AJ came in.