#roderick strong fanfic

[midwestmade29]

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My first Adam Cole story Bay Bay! I can't believe it's taken me this long to write one about him because the man is 🔥🔥 AND it's a AU version of him! I had a lot of fun with it and I hope you all enjoy reading it 🖤 Word count: 1.5k Divider by: @saradika-graphics *GIF is not mine

Disclaimers: Cursing, mention of weapons, unprotected sex.

In this story, Cole owns a nightclub and conducts business there. I never specified exactly what "business" he takes care of, but it would be along the lines of taking over/securing certain territories or he’s a bootlegger. (NOT drugs)

When you and Adam end up alone in his office, things start to heat up...

I was sitting at my desk listening to Roddy carry on while my mind was elsewhere. He was trying to strategize for our upcoming meeting that was scheduled for tomorrow night, but I just wasn’t feeling it. We had already covered all the bases for our safety plan which automatically made me feel better knowing everyone had a role and a place to be. In this line of work, there’s always a risk of danger or a chance for things to turn south. Safety is my number one priority.

Matt and Mike usually keep watch outside of my office while Roddy is always with me. I assigned Wardlow to my girl to keep her safe and never leave her side. If anything ever happened to her because of my job, I’d never be able to live with myself. The five of us were always equipped with weapons while extras were placed in areas around the club only we knew about. I’ll be damned if a deal goes bad and the opposing side gets the better of Adam Cole Bay Bay.

“ADAM!” Roddy yelled loudly. The look on my face was pure annoyance when I met his eyes, although he didn’t seem to care. “What Roddy?” I asked through gritted teeth. He continued speaking without missing a beat, “Did you hear what I said? I think we should…” but I tuned him out once again. The guy has no self-awareness.

A sudden knock on my office door added to my annoyance. “Come in!” I snapped while rubbing my temples. When Y/N peered around the door, I instantly softened. “Hi, sorry. I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Y/N said softly. Roddy interjected before I had the chance to respond, “Actually you are interrupting. This is an A B conversation, so you should C your way out of it,” My mouth dropped open in utter astonishment at how much of an idiot he really is. “Roddy, would you please just shut the hell up? Y/N is always welcome in here,” I scolded before directing my attention to my beautiful girl. “Hi baby, it’s good to see you. Come here,” I motioned for her to join me at my side. Even though she tried, she couldn’t hide the smirk on her face as she sauntered into the room, eyeing Roddy the whole time in triumph. God, I love her! When she was next to me, I swiveled in my chair and pulled her down onto my lap. As if it was a natural instinct, our lips found their way to one another, sharing a kiss that was full of heat and want. Y/N and I didn’t give to shits about Roddy standing in the background likely feeling incredibly uncomfortable.

Even with me biting her bottom lip and tugging to keep her lips on mine, Y/N pulled away. She had her fingers splayed in my hair as she rubbed the baseline of my neck, turning me into putty in her hands.

“So, how are you baby? I’ve been thinking about you all night,” I asked while nuzzling my face against her collarbone. She smells like Heaven. “I’m good! I was popping in to tell you that I was going to have Wardlow take me home. I wasn’t sure how much longer you were going to be,” her voice was sweeter than honey, her eyes my favorite color but they shifted over to my incompetent counterpart leaning against the wall.  “Don’t you have anything better to do than stand there? You make an ugly wallflower,” Y/N jeered. I don’t think I’ve ever been more proud of her! I rubbed my chin trying to hide my smile, but my laughter gave me away. Roddy was clearly appalled when he asked me, “Did you hear what she just said to me?” “Yes, Roddy I did. I think she’s onto something here. Get out,” “Get out? What do you mean-” “You heard me. I said get out. We’re done for tonight, you can leave,” I instructed flatly. He knew better than to protest, so with an exaggerated sigh, Roddy grabbed his jacket and sulked out of my office. I directed my attention back to the beautiful girl still sitting on my lap, looking into her eyes, and being immediately entranced by her smile. “So, where were we?” “Well, I was about to go home but I think I’ll stay since you’re free now,” Y/N winked. I got the impression that she was implying something, so I decided to bite. “I’m glad you knocked on the door when you did. Roddy was killing me slowly with his rambling. Enough about him, I’m all yours baby. What would you like to do?”

Y/N had a mischievous smirk on her face as her hands slinked down from my neck to the tops of my shoulders, her fingers creating a trail down to my chest. She began toying with the buttons on my shirt never breaking eye contact with me. With the first two buttons unfastened, Y/N whispered, “I have an idea,” My cock twitched with excitement when the last button was undone. She took her bottom lip in between her teeth, admiring my newly exposed chest while she slid my shirt down my arms. My pants and boxer briefs were off in the blink of an eye after Y/N stood up, her dress and panties joining my clothes on the floor. My cock grew harder from her supple, naked breasts before me. They were just begging to be fondled by my tongue.

Even though our bodies weren’t touching, I could still feel the heat between us. My body was aching for this girl, I wanted her. I needed her.

“Look how stunning you are baby. How did I get so lucky? I’ll never get enough of you,” my voice overcome with lust the more my eyes took in the sight of her naked body. My gaze caused the most beautiful shade of pink to bloom across her cheeks, but her confidence never faltered. Y/N straddled my lap, her tight cunt hovering just above the tip of my cock making me shiver with anticipation. “Should we lock the door?” I asked only a whisper away from her lips. “Someone could walk in unannounced at any time,” Without hesitation, Y/N responded boldly and assertively, “Let them,” before crashing her lips against mine. She tasted so damn sweet.

With my hands gripping her hips tightly, Y/N sank down onto my cock. Her arousal was silky as it coated me, allowing me to slide in with ease while her walls squeezed tightly. “A-Adam!” she cried out. “So f-full,” Y/N wasn’t wrong, I was filling her to the hilt once she was fully seated, and holy fuck did she feel good around me. “I know baby girl, but you take me so well! That’s it, rock your hips and take what you need from me. Good girl,” my praises nothing more than a murmur against the shell of her ear.

The whimper she let out as I took her nipple in my mouth sent a shockwave straight to the very heart of me, her moans filled my office the more my tongue played with it. My teeth grazed the stiff peak before I sucked hard and released it with a pop. I kissed my way over to her other breast and repeated the same ritual, this time it made my beautiful girl’s head fall back in utter bliss from every sensation my mouth and cock were making her feel. My hands began kneading her ass while my face was buried in her neck as her hair cascaded around us. We were both completely enamored with one another, getting closer to the edge with every rock and roll. When I started meeting her every movement with a thrust of my own, everything began to feel more frantic and fervid. “Come on baby, I know you’re close. I can feel it in the way your sweetness is dripping down my shaft. I can hear it in your whines. Cum for me, let yourself go baby,” In an instant, Y/N completely unraveled. Her body quaked beneath my hands as she refused to yield to her orgasm, still working hard to bring me to the land of ecstasy with her.

 “Fuck, Adam! It’s your turn to take what you need from me, take everything. It’s all yours!” her voice breathy and oh so angelic. Her hand grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged making me hiss from the sudden sting, but the rest of my body reveled in the sensation. My beautiful girl smiled against my lips when I finally erupted inside of her. I pulled her as close to my chest as physically possible while my cock pulsated deep inside her warm cunt. 

We were still melded together as we came back down to earth, my thighs soaked from the mess we made of each other. “Feel free to interrupt all my meetings from now on,” I teased. The sound of Y/N’s laughter was just as intoxicating as the sexy noises she had been making mere moments ago.

[milk-crater]

Roddam, Knight of Cups :)

Hiya! We've talked a lot about Arthurian AUs, so I finally wrote one! I love the grail imagery in the Knight of Cups, so that's alluded to here. And you mentioned the card symbolizing homecoming, which also inspired me. Hope you like it!

Sir Adam’s return was greeted with much cheer and rejoicing, as befitting a knight of a round table. There were even tears and gasps of shock, for it had been believed that Adam was dead. It had been reported by King Kenny himself, his seconds the Young Bucks repeating the tale of how Sir Adam had fallen prey to a foe’s poisoned arrow and they’d buried him in the West country. But now Adam stood before them more resplendent than ever, his silver and gold armor glistening in the sunlight, the thunder bolt emblem on his shield as bright as the real thing.

Roderick had cried upon seeing his friend’s face. Adam had tsked while grinning, wiping the tears from Roderick’s red cheeks. Adam had pulled him in for a hug, and it was then that Roderick saw the odd looks the King and the Bucks were exchanging. Not joy, but unease and uncertainty.

Roderick and Sir Kyle and Sir Robert helped arrange Adam’s old quarters so that it was a facsimile of how it had been before his prolonged absence from court.

“You all divided up my treasures and belongings?” Adam asked, looking at the hastily procured tapestries, the borrowed table and chairs.

“You were gone for years,” Kyle replied, pragmatic even in the face of a dear one’s resurrection. His tears were already dried and a brotherly exasperation surfacing in his tone. “And the king said you were dead.”

Adam’s lips twitched at that, the cut-off prelude to either a smile or a grimace.

“Yes, of course,” Adam said.

“So, dear friend, how’d you do it? How’d you cheat death?” Robert asked, grin wide under his styled mustache. His eyes were bright, hungry for a wild yarn where Adam had seduced the grim reaper and managed to talk his way back to life. Adam had always been a good story teller.

Adam smiled back at Robert, but there was something hollow in it. He took a deep breath as if about to speak, then faltered, as if unsure of what to say, what lie to tell.

Roderick stepped forward.

“Leave the poor man be,” Roderick said. “The important thing is that Adam is back amongst his brothers. There shall be plenty of time to hear of his adventures. For now let his weary bones rest.”

“My bones rested for four years,” Adam muttered, quiet but bitter. His friends heard him, and three men traded wary looks.

“We shall let you settle in. Welcome home,” Robert said, patting Adam’s shoulder. Kyle was not so eager to leave, but Robert was able to pull him out the door. Then it was just Roderick and Adam.

Adam sighed and sat in the chair. Roderick retrieved a bottle of wine and joined him.

“You do not seem happy to be back at Camelot,” Rodderick noted.

Adam shook his head, his long hair brushing his shoulders.

“This place is not as it seems, dear friend,” Adam said, his gaze directed out the window, tracing the horizon. The sun was setting to the west, nighttime approaching. “There is a rot here at court. A dark force which wishes to try our brotherhood apart.”

Yes. You. Roderick was not blind to Adam’s ambition. He’d known the man since Adam had been but a young page. Had helped him train, been something of a mentor until an unexpected equilibrium was reached. They were both each other’s sword and whetstone. So of everyone at court, Roderick was well aware of Adam’s ambition: the man wished not to be a mere knight, but to be king himself.

But perhaps others had been aware of Adam’s dark desires. Prehaps the King had known of the serpent in his company, and had taken steps to remove it.

“The King himself is corrupt, tainted,” Adam said, spelling it out as if Roderick didn’t already know Adam’s true target. “Kenny is not fit to lead—”

“Adam, stop,” Roderick said, voice calm.

“No, Roderick, you must hear this! Hear this and believe me!” Adam brought a fist down on the table. He scowled, pushing his hair out of his face. “Your strong heart is too straightforward, like an arrow that always hits the center. But the world is not so clear as the lines on a practice target.”

“I know that,” Roderick said, voice still calm. “I have seen much of the world. More than you have, something you seemingly still forget.”

“Oh? So can you so easily tell friend from foe?” Adam spat. “Can you tell a poisoned chalice from a pure one?”

He gestured at the goblets of wine before them. After the sweep of his hand Adam drew his arms close, hugging himself. He was blinking back tears of frustration, of hurt and anger. Roderick felt a stab of relief. Whatever had happened to Adam had clearly affected him, but at least this part of him, the side of him he revealed only when alone with Roderick, was unchanged.    

“Perhaps I cannot easily tell friend from foe,” Roderick admitted, “but that is only because I don’t see the world that way.”

Adam huffed in frustration.

“Your heart is too pure and strong—”

“I don’t see the world in terms of friend and foe,” Roderick said. “I see it in terms of us and them.”

Adam blinked, surprise quelling his tongue.

“And perhaps I cannot tell a poisoned chalice from an untainted one,” Roderick said, “but if you set a glass in front of me, I shall drink of it.”

Adam bit his lower lip, eyes downcast. Roderick’s words had calmed him, but now he looked genuinely touched, an emotion which Roderick knew always unsettled the younger knight.

“Roderick…” Adam said, voice choked, words unsure. Roderick had never met someone who stumbled so hard over ‘thank you.’  

“Whoever wronged you shall pay for it,” Roderick said. At this Adam raised his eyes. His usual, smug grin was back, his eyes bright once more.

“Truer words were never spoken, my friend.”  

[eirinstiva]

🐈🐈🐈

I know I should be sleeping, but I got distracted by a YuuMori fanfic and the second part of "Sir Roderick Comes to Lunch" thanks to my friend Bertie Wooster~

“Sir?” “Oh, Jeeves,” I said. “Cats! What about it? Are there any cats in the flat?” “Only the three in your bedroom, sir.” “What!”

CAAAAAATS!!!! And just three: a small black cat, a tabby and a "lemon coloured", I guess it's a cream coloured cat. Basically an orange cat (!) I had once six cats, so I don't think is to many cats. Orange cats are known for their behaviour, blacks are very lovely and tabbies a bit jealous, but the orangeness is contagious and I have evidence:

But just then the most frightful shindy started in the bedroom. It sounded as though all the cats in London, assisted by delegates from outlying suburbs, had got together to settle their differences once for all. A sort of augmented orchestra of cats.

“I fancy, sir,” said Jeeves respectfully, “that the animals may have become somewhat exhilarated as the result of having discovered the fish under Mr. Wooster’s bed.” The old boy tottered. “Fish! Did I hear you rightly?” “Sir?” “Did you say that there was a fish under Mr. Wooster’s bed?” “Yes, sir.”

That explains their behaviour! Also, why is there a fish under Wooster's bed? What's on your mind, Jeeves? I want to inspect closely that mind of yours. There's something amazing in Jeeves' brain that makes him so smart and serene in moments like this when others would be laughing.

I flung open the door. I got a momentary flash of about a hundred and fifteen cats of all sizes and colours scrapping in the middle of the room, and then they all shot past me with a rush and out of the front door; and all that was left of the mob-scene was the head of a whacking big fish, lying on the carpet and staring up at me in a rather austere sort of way, as if it wanted a written explanation and apology.

Lots of cats!

Dear Bertie! "Art is in the blood" and the eccentricity runs strong in your family. Maybe Aunt Agatha should not fear about you but yes at Eustace and Claude. They are popular have the power to attrack people to do the same things.

Special thanks to Spencer for giving the necessary information to Jeeves. In some way the both worked together to break up the engagement and to keep Jeeves job. Honoria deserves another man that wants to be moulded and Wooster needs his bachelorhood and his valet.

[rainbow-pop-arts]

Trigun MB Thoughts Part 4

Thoughts on Raijin: Rising & Cutting is Fighting under the cut!

Raijin: Rising

This opens up to a bloodsheddy scene (No seriously, there were a bunch of dismembered bodies that I don’t think I can show)

Rai-Dei (the samurai Gung-ho Gun) have been staying in a town for a long time and the people are friendly with him. I never thought he would be nice enough to save a town from bandits! :D

This is probably not canon but hey this could explain how he trained

*GASP* He’s nice enough to train a kid??? Ain’t no way! (⊙▽⊙)

Woah guys, it’s the meme!! Sorry sorry. So Rai went to go somewhere away from the town

(Art by @flashcs5)

THEN THIS CRAP HAPPENED WHAT THE HECK (he got tricked to go away from the town so THESE guys can attack)

OH GOD THEY GOT THE KID THAT RAI TRAINED

Hey, Rai, c’mon now, he’s still a growing kid that got lots to learn (｡•́︿•̀｡)

OH!! They didn’t just attack them but stole  organs too, apperantly! (Hey, they mentioned the Roderick Slavers! Those were the guys that Legato slaughtered in a bar right?)

My honest reaction (Veronica from Heathers the Musical)

U-Uhm…at least he slaughtered the bad guys? 😅

Oh hey, it’s Vash and Wolfwood

That’s all for Rai-Dei’s story…(°△°|||)

Final thoughts: Okay so um….wow. This didn’t turned out the way I expected…

(From Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse) Honestly, I was expecting this to just be something nice and even if something bad did happen I didn’t think there would be organ-stealing. This feels like reacting to Legato’s backstory but a lil’ different because I didn’t know anything about it before. (Legato’s backstory is still the most messed up thing I’ve ever saw in TriMax tho) Anyways, it’s nice to know a bit of Rai-Dei even if this is canon or not.

Divider by @cafekitsune

Cutting is Fighting

Here there’s Meryl and Vash as Eriks

Instead of Lina cutting Vash’s hair, it’s Meryl

But for some reason when she touches his hair, she becomes flustered

Vash’s hair was so tangled that it broke a comb so Meryl’s washing it (Plant hair sure is strong)

Man, he’s nthinking so hard to pick a hairstyle

Now that Vash’s hair is smooth, Meryl can cut it (damn she’s so flustered she’s quivering)

I guess…Vash’s hair kinda wrapped around Meryl??? (O_O )

Welp, that was weird ┐(°ヮ°)┌

YOSH, Meryl can cut his hair seriously this time (while he schleeping)

NAAAAH, SHE WROTE “IDIOT” ON THE BACK OF HIS HAIR 😭 (Agahahaha funny number on the sign :D)

Final thoughts: This honestly feels like a VashMeryl fanfic. It’s like the author saw the scene where Lina cuts Vash’s hair and thought “Hm, I wonder if it’s Meryl instead?”. But I still think this was really cute and wholesome. Still not sure what the heck happened between them. Like, how did they end up on the floor? Personally, I do think VashMeryl is pretty cute but I prefer to see them just being besties and I ship VashWood more.

[assassinnovice]

Sneak Peak Of Dream and Chaos

So I have been obsessed with the Netflix The Sandman and read the Sandman fanfics on Tumblr. But a special thanks to @honeybeezgobzzzzz for their ongoing fanfic of the sandman and I have been writing my own.

but I don't know how to continue it, so I want to give you a sneak peek of it and hopefully have some help on how to get it done and posted

Here you go:

Dream sat in his cage, his body pulled close to him, the guards were gone, leaving him completely alone, but he heard the faint footsteps approaching the gate.

He raised his head watching as the figure stepped in front of the gate on the other side, pushed the doors open, and walks into the cellar.

Dream sat in attentiveness as she slowly approaches the cage she was stunning in the light as her red hair confirmed what the Dream Lord already knew. “Hello,” she whispers.

Her voice was the same as her ancestors, gentle and kind. But I knew there was a fierce beast behind her doe eyes.

She steps closer until she stood in front of the circle as she looks the Lord in the eyes, “Dream lord?” she asks. Dream just looks at her, and for some reason, Irene became nervous, speaking to the Endless “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Irene. Irene Addison.” she spoke.

He said nothing as he just nods his head at her, Irene just exhales “Sorry, take no offense my lord, but I didn’t think you existed. I thought you were just a story for children.” she admits.

He tilts his head at her, curious. “I guess, I was afraid to believe you existed because if you did, but everything my grandmother told me… all the tales of my supposed inheritance was true. Which would make sense of why my hair is this color,” she said, lifting a lock of her red hair.

Dream just nods at her, a smile gracing his face. This makes her exhale. “Forgive me for being direct and forward, my Lord and if I cause offense, could you give me a sign,” she asks.

He nods at her once again, “Can you fulfill Roderick’s wish, return his son to him, or is it impossible?” she asks. This surprised him, she was not demanding or requesting. Merely asking a question.

He shook his head. She exhaled, “Thought so. Returning from the dead seems… like breaking a rule, isn’t it?” she said, he nodded at her. Making her nod.

Then she began to pace. “But his second wish for riches, youth, and Immortality. You can’t grant them, can you?” she asks again. Dream looks her dead in the eyes and nods once more.

She scoffs a faint smile on his face, “That’s good, 'cause if you could, I would have some serious issues with that.” she jokes and chuckles softly. Dream just smiles at her. “Sorry, poor attempt at a joke. But it made you smile.” she points out and he flicks his eyes down.

Irene looks down at the circle, feeling that dark humming of the magic that bound Dream to the waking world, now feeling the need to be reckless she took a step forward and reaches out to the circle.

Dream sat straight, watching as she reached for the glass, but something snapped at her, taking a bite from her finger. She gasps and retches her hand. He sat straight as she exhaled, holding her hand close as her finger was cut and bleeding.

Irene flicks her eyes back to Dream as he looks just as surprised, “Okay, tampering with the binding circle is out of the question. Great.” she mutters and looks around the room. “Well, Jessamy and I will have to devise a better plan than simply walking out the front door,” she mutters. Dream snaps his eyes back to her.

“Jessamy?”

A voice echoes in Irene’s mind making her freeze, then she turns back and looks right at the dream lord. “Did you just…?” she asks. He grins at her, impressed her magic was strong enough to form a conversation.

“Your powers are growing, little witch. But yes, I can, in fact, I just choose silence as my answer to Roderick Burgess.”

The hatred venom in the name, slithers down her spine, almost making her shiver but she looks at him. “Jessamy is here and refuses to leave you so I’m helping with the planning to set you free and return you back to the dreaming,” she informs him. He just tilts his head at her again.

“And what would you gain forming freeing me, little witch?”

he asks her, testing her to see of she was just like her ancestors or just like the humans that follow Roderick.

Then it was her turn to tilt her head back at him, “Because what Roderick is doing to you, the Dreaming, and Waking world is wrong. Using you to fill his most selfish desires is wrong, and setting you free feels a whole damn right thing to do.” she answers him.

Dream just looked at her in awe, and held a smile of relief as he lowered his head, feeling that relief wash over him. Irene shot a look back at the gate then turned back to him, brushed back a strain of her hair, and kneels before him. “I swear to you, I will set you free from this prison, I will use every ounce of my strength to see it through,” she answers, making him raise his head and look back at her, the tears were welling up in his eyes.

Watching as she traces to overlapping lines over her chest, “Cross my heart.” she promises and this makes the tears spill from his eyes as he nods at her.

And suddenly, the Lord of Dreams felt less alone than he initially believed.

She truly was a descendant of the bloodline, knowing when a wrong was done and refusing to let it remain.

And many a night, she would come and visit, telling me everything that has been happening beyond my prison, even the fun times she and Jessamy spent together.

And thankfully she warned me of the stranger that came and ensured my stay was a long one, and in return, I told her tales of her ancestors, the bloodline she descendant from.

And many a night, she would visit me, telling me everything happening and keeping tabs on Rodrick and his ongoing.

But had I known it would have led to her tragic and cruel end…

I would have turned her away. I would never have endangered her as I did.

[sithwitch13]

AEW Dynamite 9-20-23

-if my chicken and waffles are not a celebratory dinner for Eddie winning then I will bill Tony Khan for both my meal and mental trauma

-HERE WE FUCKING GO

-FUCKING YES I JUST BURST INTO TEARS

-screeching at pathetic sad ex girlfriend Roderick Strong

-"my OUR TNT championship" Christian...

-my internet freaked out and I missed like half the Sammy/Jericho match

-huh, I was honestly expecting Sammy to win

-DON NO

-aww Danny is feeling betrayed

-was the crowd just singing Seth's theme?

-oh dude I wasn't expecting that, I'm happy but also I hope Mox is OK?

-god I love Toni

-GAY BULLYING

-screaming at MJF's entrance

-DO IT FOR ADAM

-god I love this fanfic-ass story

[blizzardsuplex]

🥳😎+🤔 (fantasy book!)

Why did you start writing fanfic? With wrestle fic in particular? Well...before the Max^2 one I wrote I hadn't written longform fanfic in a long time, TBH; I'm too easily cowed by public opinion. I really wanted Caster and MJF content, though, so I made it - and then kept getting bitten by the bug again and again with different people. Also, I like filling underappreciated niches, hence writing two whole fics with Roderick Strong as a main character OMG (I'm kidding)

What fics do you prefer on a scale of canon compliant to wildly original?

My personal favorite: canon compliant relationships in wildly original settings :)

Would you ever want to book something canon if you got the opportunity?

Are you kidding me? You couldn't make me book an actual canon anything if you paid me :') I'm too unconfident. ...that being said, Roddy/Britt/Marina/a returning Kyle O'Reilly all trying and failing to convince Adam that no, you can't change MJF would be funny af.

[wrestlewriting]

Valentine’s Challenge Fic

Soooo....this isn’t long. ~1000 words. And it’s just something cute and sweet and nothing all that amazing. But sometimes that’s how writing goes. I’m just proud I managed to write anything right now. It’s barely proofread; sorry not sorry.

Thank you @sjwrites22 for the prompt and challenge.

I honestly had no idea who to tag because it’s been so long since I’ve posted a story. So uh, yea.

@castielscamander @spine-buster @running-ropes  @allhailthe-demonking @chasingeverybreakingwave @sjwrites22 @thedeboniardevistation  @nopeitsnat  @theprestigious0ne  @pjanina13 @alexahood21 @tyferbebe  @thegenericluchadora ​

“They say Disneyland is the happiest place on earth. Well apparently, no one has ever been standing next to you.” 

A park. 

Roderick Strong.

“You’re giving me anxiety,” Roderick stated, as Leah continued to move about the hotel room, checking and rechecking her purse and the diaper bag.

“Well, maybe if you help me, you’ll feel better,” she retorted, making sure once again there was the right food and snacks in the tiny cooler.

“I am helping. I’ve got the kid,” he replied, using his free hand to motion towards their son, who was happily sitting on his father’s lap, watching a Daniel Tiger video on the iPad.

“Whatever,” Leah rolled her eyes. “I think I got everything so we’re good to go.”

“Go?” The almost-two-year-old wasn’t incredibly talkative, but he knew the important words. Like go, and mama, and eat.

“Yea baby, let’s go to Disneyland because mama isn’t stressed out enough in life!”

“You are so dramatic,” Roddy declared, as Caleb scrambled from his lap. He didn’t even take his eyes off her as he helped the toddler down from the bed, just knowing what needed to be done.

“Am I though? Disneyland is crazy and packed and the general population is typically a mess.”

“It’s February. It won’t be like it is in like, June.”

“I’ll give you that,” she agreed, shifting her purse onto her shoulder. Roddy took the backpack diaper bag, slinging it over his one shoulder. Their son was already standing at the door, his favorite stuffed tiger in his arms, ready to leave.

The trip from the hotel to the amusement park, if it could even be called that anymore based on the sheer size of it, wasn’t terrible. California traffic was typical but manageable. Both Roderick and Leah were used to it, having both spent several years working indy shows, usually PWG, in the area.

That was the main reason they were in town currently. Leah was making her return to PWG after taking the last few years off while pregnant and raising their child. Their family was based in Florida as Roddy worked for WWE. She’d competed in the Mae Young Classic months earlier, but other than that hadn’t been on wrestling shows. She was nervous and excited about the weekend. Roddy being with her made it better, and she was excited for Caleb to experience his first PWG show. She anticipated having to get him some noise-canceling headphones though.

By the time they’d parked and gotten up to the entrance gates, it had been over an hour since they left the hotel. Caleb was clearly getting impatient in line as he was able to tell something big was in front of him, full of colors and adventures and things he could get into.

She had a sudden understanding of backpack leashes.

Leah had wrangled him into her arms several times, but eventually, Roddy had to scoop him up and hold him tight as they made their way officially inside. He talked animatedly to their son as they walked along, telling the child all the things he’d see as if he truly understood.

While not bringing his stroller had seemed like a good idea, as it was just easier to carry him, she missed being able to strap him in and be done with it. But Roddy seemed to be doing alright containing him as they got further inside.

It was going to be a long day though Leah decided, looking around at the various buildings, the castle, the rides, both close and in the distance.

“They say Disneyland is the happiest place on earth. Well apparently, no one has ever been standing next to you.” Roderick’s statement brought her attention back to the present. He was glancing over at her, as was Caleb. Both had blank looks on their faces, clearly unimpressed with their woman’s lack of enthusiasm.

“Ha, ha,” Leah stated, her tone matching their looks. “It’s just…overwhelming. Even for adults. How is he gonna handle all this today?”

“Stop worrying so much,” Roddy ordered. “Dang woman, just have fun.”

“But what if…” Her motherhood-induced-anxiety wasn’t so easily tamed.

“Stop,” he cut her off. “Stop. We’re going to the freakin’ tea cups and you’re gonna enjoy yourself.” Leah had to laugh at his words.

“That’s probably the most violently the teacups have ever been talked about.”

Roddy just smiled, taking her hand in his, leading her towards the aforementioned destination. It wasn’t as crowded as she had feared. And she appreciated Roddy’s plan of starting towards the back of the park and working forward.

As soon as Caleb saw the ride, his eyes grew wide. He fell silent as Roddy set him to the ground, and appeared mesmerized by the attraction.

“See? Kid likes ‘em.”

“Kid isn’t even two. There’s colors and movement. Disney knows how to attract kids. It’s kind of their whole deal. Also, watching is not the same as riding.”

“He’s my kid. He’s gonna love anything we go on today. The faster, the better.”

“The slower, the better chance Mama’s gonna let him.”

“Yea, yea,” Roddy waved her off, causing her to glare, to which he just grinned in response. “Loosen up, woman. Today is meant to be a fun family day for us. We never get to do these kinds of things a lot. It’s never too early to start making memories, even if they’re just gonna be for us.”

Leah wanted to continue being a worrying mama, but with what he said, she couldn’t. He was right. This was meant to be a day of love and laughter, not a day that she would be able to 100% control. She just couldn’t help but be a bit high strung; this was the most crowded and active place they’d ever taken Caleb. There were hundreds of ‘what ifs’ that had been running through her mind for weeks.

“I never got to do this stuff as a kid. I wanna make sure Caleb gets to experience all the coolest stuff in the world we can give him,” Roddy stated.

And with that, Leah had no choice but to try to keep an upbeat attitude throughout the day. This was going to be fun, their faces were going to hurt from all the smiling. If Caleb had a meltdown at some point, they’d manage it. If Roddy or Leah had a meltdown at some point, well, they could also go over to the Adventure Park for a beer. They had bought hopper passes after all, just in case.

“C’mon, let’s do the damn thing,” Roddy declared, again taking her hand, having already lifted up Caleb, as they made their way through the line and into the attraction.

“Alright, alright,” she conceded, following along behind her boys. “Just, don’t spin us so fast we get sick.”

“No promises.”

[waywardwrestlewritingwaif]

Unsavory Dealings

Are we ready for another fic? I hope we are. 

Pairing: Roderick Strong x Reader/ OFC, Dexter Lumis x Reader/ OFC (sort of)

Word Count: 3,694 (I know, I know, I talk too much)

Warnings: language, sexual references, mature themes (stalking)

I felt inspired by the Dexter and Roddy angle on NXT from the moment where they had the big man just sitting and holding Strong’s body, sort of stroking his hair. There was no way that a wrestling show on primetime network TV was going to give that story arc the conclusion it deserved, so I figured I’d take a shot at it myself. Of course, I didn’t give it a proper conclusion either, but I’ll leave the judgment of what I’ve added to the story to y’all. 

You shouldn’t keep doing this.

It’s the thought that always washes over you in the moments like this, as the ecstatic high starts to fade and you’re staring glassy-eyed at each other’s muscled bodies, glistening with sweat, gasping for air. You run your fingers up Roddy’s lightly furred chest, smiling in delight when his body jerks and he gives an exhausted little cry followed by blissed-out smile. He catches your wrists, laughing silently before he locks his eyes on yours with a look you can only describe as a mix of satiety and relief. Grinning, you roll off him and collapse onto your side, brushing his cheek with your hand while he responds by running his along your side.

“Fuck I needed that,” he pants. “You have no idea.”

“What are friends for?” you giggle, giving his face a playful tap.

“Well Cole is my friend but I don’t want him riding my cock.”

This makes you laugh even harder. “I don’t know, Strongman, maybe you should let him try. Maybe he’s better than I am.”

“No one’s better than you are.”

He pulls you in and kisses you, holding you close even when your lips part, his face just a little vulnerable, working you with those puppy dog eyes he knows make you melt.

“This fucking psycho is… I don’t know what to do anymore. The guys are just telling me to get over it and they’re getting pissed at me because they say I’m messing up. Then I’ve got Marina on my ass demanding to know what I’m gonna do about him, saying I’m not taking it seriously enough, that he’s coming for her and the baby and how I need to protect them.” He rolls onto his back and rubs his face as if he’s developing a migraine. “You’re the only person in my life that isn’t trying to get something from me.”

You push his hand away and run your fingers delicately along his jaw until he turns back to look at you.

“I hate to break this to you,” you murmur, “but the only reason I’m trying to keep you sane is because I don’t need Darkly Dreaming Dexter robbing me of the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

Stroking Roddy’s ego has always been the easiest way to light him up. Immediately, you see the boyish excitement rise in him. Already, you’ve pushed Dexter Lumis just a little further back in his mind. If you were a better “friend”, you’d be telling him that Marina is right, that he should be taking steps to protect them because they’re clearly the soft spot in Roddy’s armor. The most obvious way for the psychopath to get to him is by threatening or hurting his wife and child. But you’ve never claimed to be a wonderful person. If you were, you wouldn’t be banging another woman’s husband.

“The best fuck you’ve ever had?” he repeats, rolling over on top of you and squirming against your naked body. “I don’t know, seems like you’re a busy little lady.”

“So you should be flattered,” you parry, bucking your hips against him. Yes, you know you have a reputation. You’ve never cared and you’re not about to start. If you were a man, you’d be called a stud. So as far as you’re concerned, that’s what you are.

“Is that so?” he asks, sucking gently on the sensitive spot just above your collarbone. “Better than Ziggler?”

“Oh yeah. Don’t believe the hype.”

He starts grinding harder against you. “Better than Punk?”

“God yes.”

“Better than Cole?” He gives your bottom lip and sharp bite, making you squeal.

“Hmm… a little bit, I guess.”

You crack up laughing, feigning a struggle as he pins your arms to the bed and traps your thighs between his own.

“Sounds like you need a little more convincing,” he grunts.

“Don’t you have to be somewhere, lover boy?”

He quirks an eyebrow at you. “She thinks I’m at the gym. Sometimes, I work out for hours, especially when I’m stressed. Sometimes, I’m there until after midnight.”

“I don’t know,” you tease him. “A guy your age takes a long time to recover. You might only be flying half-mast by midnight.”

He grabs a handful of your hair and lifts himself above you, dark eyes wild with lust once again. “Oh it’s gonna be fun proving you wrong, smart ass.”

It’s a double win for you: you get a second round with the guy you have to admit is actually the best fuck of your life and you’ve gotten his mind off Dexter Lumis.

*

Lifting your bag out of the trunk of your car, you wince a little. You’re most definitely feeling the effects of the frenetic night with Roddy. He’d ended up staying until nearly one, which must have pushed the boundaries of credibility once he got home, even if he could easily use the excuse that he’d needed to burn off the excess stress the whole situation with Lumis was causing him. And in a way, that is what he was doing.

When you walk into the performance center, you see Roddy in the hallway talking with Kyle O’Reilly. You glance at them for only a second, like you’re noticing their presence and nothing else. Still, you feel Roddy’s eyes scanning you up and down, sense the desire you spark in him every time he sees you. You’re better at this than he is, better at hiding what’s happening. He might not be a stranger to being tempted to stray but you can tell that this prolonged kind of passion for an “other” woman is new for him. Sometimes, when you catch his gaze lingering on you, you’ll brush your fingers over your breast or along your thigh, as if it’s an absent-minded gesture. Most of the time, you play it cool. This morning, you shift your walk a little to emphasize that you’re hurting. You wonder if he’s aware that his voice gets louder whenever he’s pretending he doesn’t notice your teasing.

Finding yourself alone in the locker room, you take a moment to stretch out your legs and core a little. You give yourself a few minutes and then check your phone before heading out for a more serious workout.

Dexter Lumis shared a file with you from DropBox.

Even the notification is enough to make you flinch. You’ve never spoken to the creep but the way he’s acted towards Roddy has been enough to make you want to invest in some pepper spray to keep him away from you. Not that you have, because, as far as you’re aware, he’s barely cognizant of your existence. The two of you said hello and shook hands when he first joined the company and he was introduced to everyone. You’ve nodded at each other maybe a half a dozen times since then when you’ve passed in the hallways and that is the full extent of your interactions. How the man came to be in possession of your email address is a complete mystery.

Still, you’re just that tiny bit curious because the guy is such a weirdo, so naturally creepy, that you want to know what’s going on inside that warped mind of his. So you click on the link and are taken to a file folder with yesterday’s date on it.

Inside the folder are photos. Dozens of them. Your jaw drops and you hear yourself gasping for air as you look at them, shots of the two of you- you and Roddy- in your apartment, in your bed, clearly taken through your bedroom window. Whoever took them was clearly there for as long as Roddy was, meticulously documenting every lascivious act, your faces both immediately recognizable, every part of you exposed. You can see that in the moments either of you approached your climax, the frequency of the shots increased, like the photographer’s excitement was rising along with your own. It feels like you’re choking, like a violation. It is a violation. You drop to the bench behind you and lean your head between your knees, convinced you’re about to throw up.

Your phone chimes again. Another notification.

Dexter Lumis shared a file with you from DropBox.

Your breath is panicked and you’re barely able to process the meaning of the words but once again, you click on the link. Once again, you’re taken to a file folder, this time dated to the previous Wednesday. You shudder as you open it, knowing what it might contain. This time it’s a single file. A video file.

And it is exactly what you feared. You and Roddy hidden away, you thought, in the hallway next to the janitorial closet and the electrical room, going at it against the wall. You were both still in your ring gear, shorts pulled down just enough for him to get inside you, both of you riding your adrenaline highs from your matches that night. You’re biting down on your palm to stifle the noise, and just watching the video is enough to make your insides twitch, recalling the scene.

Dexter Lumis shared a file with you from DropBox.

Dexter Lumis shared a file with you from DropBox.

The notifications start coming in faster than you can process. You’ll click on one, see a dated file, and another one has arrived before you’ve even had a chance to survey the damage. A passionate kiss goodbye in your car one night when he’d needed a lift. You hadn’t even done anything that night. Just the kiss. Shots of the two of you around the performance center, sharing little touches that wouldn’t be suspicious were they not isolated from context and combined with everything else you’re seeing. It seems like every moment the two of you have been around each other is there, meticulously documented.

“You ok?” Mia’s voice is all concern as she enters the room, rubbing a towel over her hair, and although she’s speaking in a normal, even soft tone of voice, it feels like she’s screaming at you.

“Huh? Oh… yeah… no… I feel a bit sick to my stomach,” you choke.

“You don’t look too good,” she concurs.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go talk to Regal.”

You stand and grab your phone, fairly running from the room lest you face any other questions.

Of course, you’re not looking for William Regal. The only person you’re looking for is Dexter Lumis and after ten minutes of fruitless searching, you’re almost tempted to burst into the men’s locker room and occupy it until he shows his face. Of course, since it’s not a show night, there’s no guarantee he will show his face. You’re wild-eyed with panic, rushing around every part of the performance center, desperate to find your perverted nemesis.

“What’s the rush, sweetheart?” Roddy asks you, settling his hands on your shoulders and stopping your momentum.

You nearly collapse from shock and fear but instead flash him a stupid grin. Whatever you’re going through, you’re determined you’re not going to dump it on him.

“Hey, Roddy,” you groan, “I just wanted to tell Regal that I’m going home. I’m sick as hell. I ate something bad, I think.”

Roddy crowds you against the wall and touches his lips to your earlobe. “You want me to bring you some chicken soup later?” he coos.

You push him back a little. “I want you to not see me being sick. And you need to not go ‘running out to the gym’ for the second night in a row and making your lady suspicious.”

He gives you a soft look. “I’m serious. I won’t try to fuck you. Just let me check in on you later.”

“No,” you tell him sharply, pushing him away and heading towards the exit without turning back to see the shocked and hurt expression on his face.

Not sure what else to do, you head back to your apartment and there, at the top of the staircase, in front of your door, is Dexter Lumis.

You have your eyes cast down so you don’t even notice him until you’re through the front door and part way up the stairs but the second you see him, you freeze. And although you’ve just spent an hour running around like a madwoman trying to find him, seeing him sitting there between you and the door to your home, the only thing you can think of to do is to run.

However, the second you flinch and move to leave, he’s on you, his massive weight pinning you to the wall, one hand clamped heavily over your mouth. With his other arm, he lifts you and easily carries you up the stairs, his body showing no reaction to your struggling and his face as impassive as ever. He plants you back on your feet when he reaches your door and slides his hand around your throat, not tight enough to cut off the air, but tight enough to let you know that he easily could.

“Are you going to unlock the door and let us in?” he hisses in your ear.

Unsure what else you can do, you nod.

He squeezes both of his hands a little tighter. “You know I could snap your neck any time I wanted.”

You nod again and sink your shaking hand into your purse to remove the keys. When you hear the deadbolt retract, you feel a little dizzy. Once he’s in your apartment, you’re at his mercy. The chance of someone, your upstairs neighbor or a guest, happening upon the two of you on the landing is far greater than the chance of someone rescuing you once he’s inside. Manipulating men into doing what you want is a skill you know you possess, but you can instantly tell that Dexter is well beyond being won over by your charms.

Nevertheless, you unlock the door and open it, only to be flung through it and have it slammed behind you. His hand never leaves your throat, even as he twists you to face him. His grip tightens as he locks the door behind you, and pulls you into him, lifting you a little so that you have to stand on your toes to keep from being strangled.

For a long few moments he studies you, as if you’re a kind of novel rodent he’s found in his basement, not quite sure how to deal with you.

“If I take my hand away are you going to be good? Are you going to stay quiet?”

You nod frantically, feeling the air gradually being squeezed out of you. He continues to hold you for a few seconds but then releases his grip. Your vision gets a little sparkly and you can feel your legs swaying as you try to recover your equilibrium. Just as you feel your strength failing you, he’s got you in his grip, arms wrapped under your shoulders and pulling you into his massive chest. He cradles you there, rocking you gently like you’re a beloved ragdoll from his childhood. You can even hear him hum a little.

Then, without a word, he starts to move you into your living room, gently placing you onto your sofa. He hovers over you, his breath hot against your bruised throat, and you hear the sound of him inhaling the scent of your skin. You can feel your whole body shaking, knowing you can’t possibly stop him from doing anything he wants.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you whisper feebly.

He looks shocked and a little offended. “I would never hurt you!” he exclaims.

You want to point out that it’s been less than five minutes since he seemed to be threatening to break your neck but before you speak, you realize that this is probably a bad idea.

He strokes your hair, gentle as an angel, searching your face with an expression of pure innocence that’s somehow more unnerving than the killer instinct you’ve seen in the ring. His hand traces the line of your body in the air and he smiles as if it’s fascinating that he can do this.

“Did you even know we were neighbors?” he asks.

You shake your head.

“Right over there.” He nods towards the alley behind your bedroom window. “You should close your curtains”

You’re very certain that the reason you haven’t been closing your curtains is because you’ve never once seen a light in the building across the alley. As far as you could tell, the building across the alley was abandoned. Apparently not.

“You know you shouldn’t be dating other men. He’s going to be hurt.”

“He’s married! He has a child with her! We’re not a couple, we’re just-“

He presses his hand over your mouth and shakes his head a little.

“No,” he says sadly, “it’s not like that. You’re not some random fuck. He really cares about you.”

He doesn’t remove his hand entirely but he lets it slide a little, freeing you to speak. But you can’t think of what to say. You know Roddy cares about you. Probably more than he should. You care about him and you’re sure than Dexter knows this, because if you didn’t, you’d have just emailed him back and told him that he could go ahead and send his little audiovisual project to Marina. It’s then that you realize that that was the test: he sent the files to you in order to see whether you cared enough to protect your lover from being found out. And you’ve told him what he wanted to know.

“Whatever you’re thinking of doing,” you bluff, “he’s not going to back off. I know him. You can’t scare him away like this.”

Lumis cocks his head to one side and looks at you as if you’re an especially stupid child he’s been assigned to teach.

“I’m not trying to scare him away. Roderick needs to step up and take some responsibility. He needs to be a man and protect the ones he loves. Right now, someone could just come along and cause all this pain. I can’t protect him forever. He needs to learn to stand up for himself.”

“What are you talking about?” You’re halfway between crying and choking.

His eyes flash pure ice and for a second you’re convinced he’s about to kill you. Instead, he reaches into your purse, still half dangling off your arm, and grabs your phone.

“Open it,” he orders, pushing it into your hand.

You oblige and he snatches it back from you, opening the camera with a faint smile. “Ready to make some videos, sweetheart?”

He jams his fingers into your mouth, making you give a muffled yelp. Looking pleased with your reaction, he forces them in further and presses his thumb under your jaw, crushing the nerve there and making you writhe in pain. As he releases his grip, you see him stop the video he’s been filming.

Before you can react, he’s pressing his body down on you, wrapping his hand, fingers still soaked with your saliva, around you and pulling your mouth open from the side. He clicks on the camera and switches it so that it’s reversed, framing your distended, frightened face. You see the recording start and close your eyes tight, hoping it won’t show how terrified you really are.

Lumis presses his entire weight onto you, so that you’re struggling for every breath. The bastard gives a soft, deep laugh as he feels you having to fight harder and harder. His weight alone will kill you, given enough time. He’ll squeeze the air from you over agonizing minutes. He runs his tongue up your neck, making you shiver and whimper inadvertently. Drool leaks out the corner of your mouth where he’s hooked it and he thoroughly licks the other side of your face. You’re unable to contain the sounds of fear and disgust coming from you, unable to stop yourself from struggling in vain to get him off you.

He releases his hold on your mouth and immediately you feel his tongue snake between your lips, probing your mouth urgently and roughly. Frightened sounds escape you as his kiss becomes more insistent, until he laces his fingers in your hair and jerks you away from him.

His nails dig into your scalp hard enough that you cry out without even meaning to.

“Look at me,” he goads.

You open your eyes and immediately wish you hadn’t, terrified by the intensity and ruthlessness staring back at you.

“Tell me what you said before.”

You want to refuse. You want to pretend you have no idea what he’s talking about. But you do know and it will only go worse for you if you don’t give him what he wants.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you whimper.

He nods and gives you an unnerving half-smile. “Well then, what will you do to make me not want to hurt you?”

Without even glancing, he stops the video and leans away from you a little. He scans your contacts, quickly alighting on Roddy’s name. He sends one video and then the other in a matter of seconds.

Then he sits back as if nothing’s happened. He seems surprised when he sees the terrified expression on your face but before he can speak, your phone buzzes. Roddy calling. Dexter holds up his hand to indicate you are not to answer. He stares at the phone in obvious satisfaction. Then the messages start. Notification after notification. When they stop, Dexter looks at you and pulls you into a seated position. Then he wraps his bulky arms around you and pulls you onto his lap. You’re shaking and crying, unable to fathom what’s about to happen. He rocks you back and forth, fingers softly stroking your hair.

“Shhh,” he soothes. “You see how he’s not texting anymore? That means he’s on his way over. He wants to rescue you.”

His grip coils tighter around you, like a snake on its prey.

“Don’t cry. We’re going to see what he’s willing to do to for you. Everything will be alright.”

[heelwriting]

One Month of Drabbles for October

(short story's I dont know what to call them anymore)

Hello!! I'm not a consistent writer but I'll try to do this.

Send me the name of a wrestler and a number from this list and I'll write a short story.

I'll try and keep making them daily but maybe there would be days without anything anything.

Here is the Masterlist

I reserve the right to not write for a wrestler if feel uncomfortable with them, sorry in advance.

[milk-crater]

discerning

Pairing: Adam Cole/Kyle O’Reilly

MB, this ended up being a lot longer than I expected it to be ha ha. But maybe that's not a bad thing. Thanks for the prompt, I love writing about my favourite evil meow meow Adam Cole. *** “ADAAAAAM!” Roddy wasn’t able to hold in his excitement but Adam couldn’t blame the guy: minutes ago Roderick Strong had just won the Intercontinental Championship. Adam had watched Revolution from home, busted ankle elevated on pillows. Adam had been pleased if not surprised when Roddy won, but it had hurt having to watch it on the screen rather than in person. Just one more thing his broken ankle had denied him. Now instead of celebrating with his friends he had to settle for Roddy’s voice rattling out of his phone. “I did it, Adam! I go the belt!”

“I always knew you would, Roddy. You’re the man,” Adam said, forcing a smile because he knew Roddy would hear it in his voice otherwise.

“Yeah, and that’s not all! KYLE showed up!”

“Who?” Adam said flatly.

Roddy was stunned into silence.

“What do you mean ‘who’? Kyle Kyle,” he said.

Of course Adam knew which Kyle. They’d been practically married at one point, back when they were scrambling their way up in the indies. Kyle O’Reilly. His first real partner, his oldest friend.

When Roddy had offered Kyle a spot in the Undisputed Kingdom, Adam wasn’t surprised when O’Reilly turned it down.

Adam laughed. “Of course I know which Kyle, Roddy. I’m just joking with you.”

Kyle O’Reilly. A return to the ring after nearly two years on the shelf. Adam had been there with him post-surgery, after Kyle had learned that things hadn’t gone as well as expected. The doc had explained that Kyle’s return to the ring was a far point in the distance, perhaps a place that Kyle would never reach.

Once the doctor left Adam turned to Kyle.

“Listen, you got this.”

“I know,” Kyle said, looking at the ceiling.

“You’re the strongest person I know,” Adam said, leaning forward, body all 45 degrees angles, a pose he only took when he felt wound up and intent on something. “And I’ll be there for you every step of the way. I can take time off, drive you to appointments, help with physical therapy, do errands, anything you need—”

“No.”

Adam looked at Kyle, who was still staring at the ceiling.

“No?” Adam echoed. “Kyle, the doctor was right about this injury being serious. This isn’t the time for pride, okay? Let me hel—”

“It’s not about pride,” Kyle said. “It’s about…you. You’re just coming off your own injuries. If you take time away from wrestling for my sake, neither of us will be happy.”

Adam puffed up, indignant. “That’s not fair. If it were anyone else, Sure, maybe, but...not you, Kyle. I could never—”

Kyle snorted. “Never resent me? Never claim that I was holding you back? Use me as an excuse for falling short rather than owning up to your own mistakes?”

His words hit Adam like a superkick to the face.  

“I thought we were past all that,” Adam said, a weak defense but the only one he had. Kyle actually turned to look at him, moving only his eyes as his neck was still in a tight brace.

“I guess I’m just the forgive but not forget type,” he said, sounding weary. “Right now you’re all gung-ho about looking after me, about being there for me. But eventually you’ll regret making that choice, and you’ll drop me. And I’ll be worse off because by then I’ll have come to rely on you. Better to just cut that off right now.”

Adam blinked, staring at Kyle. His heart was telling him to beg for another chance, to show Kyle that he did have his back, that he would stick by him. But a crueler part of him whispered no. Why should he debase himself? Why should he get on his hands and knees for Kyle O’Reilly? The man clearly didn’t want his help.

“Fine,” Adam said. “You want to do this on your own, have at it.”

That had been the last time they’d talked.

“Do you ever talk to Kyle O’Reilly?” Max had asked him one night. It was shortly after Adam’s surgery. Max had come to stay as Adam was very much doped up on post-surgery meds and too weak to even leave the bed. Max had asked Adam about Kyle a week in, when Adam was starting to become more lucid. Max had carried him out to the couch so they could cuddle and watch that week’s Dynamite.

“Why do you ask?” Adam said, trying to keep his tone light.

“It’s just...I know this injury has hit you hard up here,” Max lightly brushed his temple, pushing his hair back. “So I thought maybe talking to a friend who’d gone through something similar, that it might help.”

Adam was quiet.

“It was a stupid idea, sorry,” Max muttered.

“No, no,” Adam murmured, burrowing in closer to Max. “It’s just…things are complicated between me and Kyle. I don’t think he’d want to hear from me.”

Max held him closer, kissed the crown of his head. “You never know, brochacho.”

Adam closed his eyes, breathed in Max’s scent. Adam’s apartment was clean thanks to Max. All week Max had been doing the cooking, following the directions from meal boxes that showed up on the doorstep. The guy had even emptied Adam’s bedpans when he couldn’t leave the bed.

But his ankle injury wasn’t that bad. He’d be able to move around in a day or so, even if it was just wheeling around on his knee scooter. What if he needed this level of help for weeks? Would Max still stick by him then?

“Max, would you still love me even if—”

“If you were a worm?” Max jumped in. “Yes. A hundred percent.”

Adam blinked his eyes open. “A worm?”

“Yeah. It’s this meme going around online. ‘Would you still love me even if I was a worm?’ And I’ve thought about it and I totally would. So you don’t have to worry about it, Adam.”

Adam had not been worried about turning into a worm, but he felt reassured nonetheless. That reassurance gave way to a wave of shame. He should have insisted to Kyle that he’d be there for him.     

“I wish I was more like you, Max.”

Max was quiet, but a second later he was shaking slightly, laughing.

“What?” Adam tried to turn around but Max just held him tighter, keeping him from seeing Max’s face.

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just...no one’s ever said that to me.”

Adam realized that Max wasn’t laughing.

“I guess this is just something I gotta do on my own.”

Adam nearly threw his remote at the screen. Instead he just paused it, taking the time to let his anger simmer. Kyle was there on his TV, his stupid Snoopy hat on backwards, looking haunted and gutted. His big eyes looked so sad. Seeing Kyle like that made Adam feel like his heart was being pierced with broken glass.

But the guy had done this to himself! He’d turned down Adam’s offer of help and friendship all those years ago! If he’d had to struggle alone, that had been his own damn fault!

“I just don’t get it,” Roddy said on the phone with Adam later that night. “Why wouldn’t he want to join us?”

“Kyle’s always had a stubborn streak, you know that,” Adam said easily, not letting his own frustration show.

“Well, I’m still glad he’s back,” Roddy said brightly. “After everything he went through? It’s a real miracle.”

“Yeah, sure,” Adam said. “But miracle boy can’t just do what he wants.”

Roddy paused. “Adam?”

“I want you and the others to make an example of him,” Adam said. “Show him it was a mistake to go it alone.”

Roddy audibly gulped.

“Adam, you sure about this? This isn’t some random guy. This is Kyle. He might still come around—”

“He won’t,” Adam said. He had that pained grimace on his face that he wore when acknowledging a painful truth. “You know that. So I want you to show him that he made a mistake.”

Silence on the line. Adam could picture Roddy licking his lips, a nervous tick of his.

“Adam, please don’t ask me to do this.”

“Ask you to do what, Roddy? Ask you to choose me over Kyle?” Adam pressed. “Because I made my choice already, remember? I choose you over him.” There was just enough inflection on ‘him’ to make it clear that Adam wasn’t talking about Kyle.  

Roddy inhaled sharply.

“Right. You got it, Adam.” Now his voice sounded hard, resolute.

And so the Undisputed Kingdom had swarmed Kyle post-match. Roddy went from being buddy-buddy to sarcastic and mean. Adam was actually happy watching the show from home for once, content that even if he wasn’t there, his message was being conveyed through Roddy’s slaps and words:

“You made the wrong decision, Kyle! You made! The wrong! Decision!”

When Dynasty came around Adam was actually there in person this time. Tonight would not be Kyle O’Reilly’s crowning moment: it would be his. He’d show the world that his ankle was more or less healed, and the crowds would cheer as he walked down the ramp. The match went as Adam expected, with Roddy dishing lots of physical punishment to Kyle and eventually emerging the victor.

The Kingdom rolled Adam out onto the ramp as Kyle stumbled his way up it. Adam purposefully kept his eyeline upward, not looking towards his old friend. He stood, raising his arms, drinking in the roar of the crowd. He did not look at Kyle.

Don’t act surprised, he thought as he passed him. This is what you wanted.

[empireofwrestlemania]

Good Afternoon, Outcast

“Halt!”

The cloaked man on horseback slowed to a stop as he reached the border pass. The stone wall was absolutely covered with guards, each spaced barely a stone’s throw from one another. This part of the border was one of the only places you could cross from the Empire into the Outlands. For most, this was a one-way journey.

“You know that you are nearing the Outlands, correct?” asked the guard before him, brandishing a spear and eyeing him closely through the eye gaps in his helmet.

“Roderick,” murmured the cloaked man, shaking his head. “It’s been a long time.”

The dark eyes of the armoured guard widened as the man drew back his hood, revealing pointed ears and a smirking face with well-kept dark facial hair.

“Austin?” asked the guard in a low voice. A grin slowly came to his face, and returning the favour, he took off his helmet. He held it beneath his arm, revealing his own clean-shaven face, dark hair, and pointed ears. “It’s been years.”

“How have you been?” asked Austin, slowly sliding off of his horse. He kept a hold on the reins, slowly approaching the guard.

“I’ve been well,” he said with a nod. “Got married, and my wife and I had a little boy.”

“So I heard,” Austin replied with a nod. “Congratulations.”

“Austin, what are you doing here?” Roderick asked, glancing around. “This is the entrance to the Outlands.”

“I know,” Austin replied with a nod. He glanced towards the ground briefly before returning his gaze to his old friend. “I’ve decided to leave the Empire.”

The other man’s dark eyes went wide. “Austin-” he started, but the cloaked man held up a hand to silence him.

“Don’t try to convince me otherwise, I’ve made my decision. My mind has been made up for a couple of weeks now.”

“But - why?”

“It’s just...everything,” Austin breathed, shaking his head. It was all too much to explain in one sitting, at least in the kind of depth his issues deserved.

“Let me buy you a drink. Please - we’ll talk, just stay one more night. Come back to Ric City with me, you can tell me whatever it is that’s on your mind...”

“That’s very kind,” Austin said, shaking his head, “but I don’t want to waste your time. You won’t convince me.”

He could see the concern in the other elven man’s eyes, and he reached one arm out and placed it on his friend’s shoulder. At this point, the guard on the other side of the gate was eyeing him suspiciously, but said nothing.

“Austin, you don’t-”

“I do,” Austin replied.

“You know this is a one-way trip.”

“I do,” said Austin again.

Roderick sighed softly, hanging his head and nodding slightly. “Alright,” he said. “I - I probably shouldn’t tell you this...but if you keep to the road until you reach the coast and then follow the ocean North, you’ll eventually reach a river...Follow the river back inland and you’ll come to a settlement. It’s a four-day walk and it could be perilous, and I don’t know if you’ll want to stay there or not, but even if you don’t, they can help. It helps to be around people, to know people - they don’t have much, but it’s better than being out there on your own.”

Austin gave him a firm nod, reaching a hand out for a handshake. “I’ll do that, then,” he said. “Thank you for that information.”

“You don’t have to do this,” Roderick said, taking Austin’s hand in his. It was futile, though, because he already knew that Austin was going to say.

“Yes, I do.”

It would have been a four day walk just as Roderick had said, but Austin was lucky enough to have a horse. He could understand why Roderick would call it perilous, though he was fortunate not to have encountered any of these perils. The handful of rotting bodies he’d found scattered along the road, however, had not been so lucky. He was surprised that a cloaked man on horseback didn’t draw the attention of the bandits he’d been warned about, but relieved.

The landscape was drab and barren - devoid of much life, but for grass that was tinged yellow and trees that looked half-dead. Austin wasn’t sure what they may have used this place for before the Emperor declared it their dumping grounds for the Empire’s criminals and undesirables, but it probably had some sort of purpose. Once.

The land along the ocean was much nicer. The beaches were made of coarse sand, and Austin could imagine that maybe it had been some sort of a vacation land. Then again, there were beaches all over the Empire - nicer beaches than these.

As he rode along, he found his anger towards the Empire slowly fading. Of course he was still furious. He’d been lied to and exploited, and his King hadn’t helped him. Instead, King Neville had laughed in his face and taunted him further. There was more to it than that, but it had been the last straw for Austin Aries, who had ridden taken a boat to the Wolf Kingdom and then ridden all the way to Ric City and the border.

Being here now, though, it all felt...so far away. Even though the Empire was only a few days behind him, it felt distant. As if it could never hurt him again. It brought him a certain peace, and he was beginning to feel more confident in his decision.

The land along the river was much nicer than the land along the road. He still encountered a body or two, but at least the trees and grass were greener and the soil looked darker and more earthy. For a short while, he considered that the land might even be tillable, able to grow crops and plants. Upon reaching the town, though, he realized that someone had already beaten him to the idea.

It was a small village comprised of only a handful of buildings. Most central, though, was the farm. The crops seemed to stretch on for miles, as far as Austin could see. The barn was the largest building in town, followed by the charming but simple homestead nearby. Everything else was smaller - it was all much more crude, too, and it seemed to be built around the farm.

He saw a few people working in the fields, so he decided to approach them first. The instant they saw him approaching, though, they stopped what they were doing and lifted their pitchforks.

“Whoa, whoa,” he said quickly, slowing the horse to a stop and lifting his hands. “Not a bandit.”

“Who are you?” asked one of the men, a bulky brute with a shaven head. There was a strange, greyish tint to his skin, but when he opened his mouth to speak, Austin saw the telltale teeth - this man was half-orc.

“My name is Austin Aries,” he said, keeping his hands up so they’d know he meant no harm. “I’m a new outcast. The border guard told me how to find this place. And what is your name?”

The large man eyed him closely for a moment before lowering his pitchfork. “Ryback,” he replied, his voice low. “Come on - I’ll take you to see AJ and Cody.”

“AJ and Cody?” asked Austin, climbing down off his horse and leading it by the reins. He took care not to walk into the crops, though, and Ryback met him at the edge of the field. The other workers, at this point, had gone back to what they were doing.

“Yes,” he said with a nod. “Cody’s technically the mayor of the town, I suppose, but AJ’s the one who really runs things.”

The large man led Austin towards the homestead, climbing up the porch stairs and approaching the door. Before he could knock, though, it was opened. The woman on the other side was a dark-skinned fairy, her medium-sized wings pink and translucent with reddish tips. She wore trousers, which was uncommon in the Empire, with a white blouse and a tight-fitting brown leather tunic that came to her knees. She was eyeing Austin curiously.

“Ryback, who is this?” she asked, her voice soft.

“Says his name’s Austin,” Ryback replied. “He’s a newcomer.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” the woman said, her voice full of sympathy. “They didn’t hurt you when they brought you in, did they?”

“Oh, no - I wasn’t brought here. I came by choice,” Austin said. The woman smiled slightly, nodding.

“I see,” she said. “My husband and I did, too - oh, where are my manners? Come in, please! Come and have a cup of tea, and some lunch - I’m sure it’s been a long journey for you.”

“It has,” he said with a nod, stepping in past the small woman. She glanced at Ryback expectantly, but the big Orcish man shook his head.

“None for me, I’m on a roll with these crops,” he said with a chuckle. “Thank you though - I’ll be in later, if that’s alright.”

“Of course it’s alright,” the woman replied. As Ryback left, she turned her attention to Austin. “Come in, sit down - my name is Brandi, let me fix you something to eat and then we can talk.”

By the time Brandi had finished preparing lunch, a few of the workers had come in to join Austin for some food. Apparently she always fed the workers, so she soon had plates full of cooked fish and vegetables being passed around for everyone at the table.

“This place seems nice,” Austin said in a soft voice once everyone had settled down to eat. “It feels more like a community than anything in the Empire ever did.”

“That’s because we are a community,” came a voice from the doorway of the dining room. All heads turned, and there they saw a brown-haired man. He, like Brandi, was a fairy - his translucent wings were large and silvery in colour, with yellow tips and prominent red veins running through them. He had a smile on his lips. “Cody Rhodes,” he said, offering Austin a hand as he approached. “I’m Brandi’s husband.”

“Ah, Cody, yes,” said Austin, shaking his head. “Ryback did mention a Cody. The mayor, technically?”

“Technically, yes,” Cody replied with a chuckle. “My wife and I built this farm, and the others came on their own. Tricky thing is that the Outlands have no laws like the Empire, so nothing about land ownership...”

All at the table chuckled. “He’s real good about helping us out, though,” said Ryback.

“He is,” agreed another man at the table, a human whose words were spoken with an accent unfamiliar to Austin. “The name’s Alberto, by the way - but I doubt you’ll remember all the names you’re told on the first day.”

“I doubt it as well,” Austin agreed, and again, everyone laughed.

“We all work together and make things work,” Cody said, sitting down at the head seat of the table just as Brandi set a plate down at it. She leaned down and planted a kiss on his cheek before going to get a plate for herself. “Everyone here has a place, and a job - some way to contribute to the community. I believe that the only way to thrive is to work together and help one another.”

“A solid belief, and it would appear that putting it into practice has proven it thus far,” Austin said, and Cody gave a nod.

“It has,” he said. “But really, all I do is work the farm - AJ’s the one who really keeps them in line. You’ll meet her later.”

“I look forward to it,” Austin said before beginning to take a bite of his lunch.

“To be honest,” said Alberto between mouthfuls, “you probably shouldn’t.”

After lunch finished, the handful of workers who had come inside went back out to the fields. Cody joined them, letting Brandi give Austin a tour of the small village. He found that most people lived within their businesses, though the farm workers had a few crude cabins built for themselves, or in the few rooms offered in the sleepy little tavern.

“It’s good ale, really,” insisted the bartender, who’d somewhat drunkenly introduced himself as Alex Rah-ley.

“Riley,” Brandi had told Austin in a soft voice.

“Another drink,” said a man at the end of the bar, his voice sporting an accent as well.

“You’ve had enough, Adam,” said Alex, shaking his head.

“I agree,” Brandi said, approaching the drunk at the end of the bar and gently placing her hands on his shoulders. “Why don’t you get up to your room and get some sleep?”

“The rabbit...it’s dancing,” mumbled the man, Adam, pointing at Austin briefly before Brandi turned him around and pushed him gently towards where the rooms must have been. He stumbled a bit, but walked off.

“Rabbit?” Austin asked in a low voice.

“Adam Rose...” Brandi said, shaking her head. “I don’t even know what he got cast out for, I can only assume he was drunk when it happened. He’s rather insistent that he sees dancing animals the size of humans...I’m not sure if he’s crazy because he drinks, or if he drinks to combat the crazy.”

“Either one sounds plausible,” Austin said with a nod.

Next-door to the bar was the blacksmith - the Bullhammer, as the crudely-painted sign indicated. It was one of the nicer buildings in the town, though Brandi insisted that the town’s workers were constantly making improvements to their town’s structures, when they weren’t working to put up new ones. The smith was outside working at his forge, a bearded man with large gloves and a heavy leather apron on and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

“Wade,” said Brandi as they approached, smiling.

“Brandi, sweetheart - who’s this?” asked the man. He had an accent similar to Adam Rose’s, and Austin wondered where in the Empire they were from.

“This is Austin. He’s new to town,” Brandi replied.

“It’s good to meet you,” Austin said, offering a hand.

“You too,” said the man, Wade, as he took off one glove to shake Austin’s hand. “Looks like a fine blade you’ve got there,” he added, nodding towards Austin’s hip.

“Oh, yes,” Austin said, his free hand flying to the sheathed sword that he’d almost completely forgotten about. “It was my father’s - I take good care of it.”

“You know the trade? Maybe you could work for me,” Wade said with a chuckle.

“Maybe,” Austin said with a grin. “I’d have much to learn, though.”

“Wade Barrett makes tools for our workers,” Brandi explained to him, smiling. “He also makes weapons, though we don’t really have much need for them.”

“I can make armour too,” said Wade. “Anything you could ask for, really.”

“He’s limited by what the traveling merchant brings us, though,” Brandi pointed out, and Wade sighed.

“You don’t have to keep reminding me,” he said, and Brandi laughed.

“Brandi?” came a voice. Austin turned as Brandi did, seeing a rather beautiful young woman with dark hair, seductive eyes...and a small child.

“Yes?” asked Brandi, smiling.

“Who’s this?” the woman asked, eyeing Austin. Her pretty eyes became suspicious, and he smiled.

“New, and harmless, don’t worry,” he said.

“Yes, well, I didn’t ask you,” she said.

“Rosa, it’s alright,” Brandi said gently. “He’s just looking for a place to live, like everyone else here. He poses you and your daughter no threat.”

“Well, we’ll see about that,” Rosa said, shooting him one last glare before turning to leave.

“It was nice meeting you too,” Austin called after her, and Brandi giggled slightly.

“So, the houses,” Austin asked as he and Brandi walked through town. “How do you go about, you know, getting one?”

“It can be tricky, and it can take a while,” she said. “My husband and I were fortunate - he comes from wealth back in the Empire, see, so we bought all the equipment and supplies we’d be needing before we left. We brought it here with us, and together, we built our home, and then our barn - and then we planted the crops and started to grow things.”

“He comes from wealth?” asked Austin. “Why would someone with wealth want to leave the Empire?”

Brandi sighed softly. She briefly glanced around, as if afraid that someone might hear her, before turning back to him. “His father was King Dusty, ruler of the Kingdom of Dreams. Cody and his brother were princes, but after King Dusty died, instead of making either of them the Kings, the Emperor handed the Kingdom over to that Adrian Neville.”

“That scumbag’s the reason I came here in the first place,” Austin murmured, shaking his head. “I can’t imagine what your husband must have gone through when that happened.”

“To be honest, he wasn’t too upset - he never wanted to be King,” she said, shaking her head. “My brother-in-law, though, he had always wanted to be the King. Not for the power, no, but to follow in their father’s footsteps. Cody hated seeing that opportunity taken from his brother - he’d never been anything but loyal to the Emperor. That was when Cody decided to come out here. He wanted to leave it all behind - the Empire, his nobility, all of it. He wanted something new, a change, so we came out here to build a simple lives for ourselves.”

“That’s...oddly romantic,” murmured Austin with a nod. “Where does this AJ come into play?”

“She’s a friend,” Brandi said with a laugh. “She lives just outside of the village - we can go meet her.”

They headed back towards the river that Austin had first followed to get here, but this time, they went to the left of it, rather than the right. They walked mostly in silence, traveling for only a few minutes before turning to head a little ways North. Sure enough, he could see a cottage appearing not far away - it was a nicer one than the ones in the village, with smoke rising up from a small chimney.

The door opened before they got there, and a man eyed them closely. His hair was trimmed short but his beard was kept grown in somewhat, and from beneath the short sleeves of his tunic Austin could see a number of tattoos inked into his skin.

“Brandi,” he said with a nod.

“Punk,” Brandi responded, smiling. “Where’s AJ?”

“Inside, if you don’t mind waiting,” the man replied, stepping outside. “She’s just in the middle of a spell, and she’d rather you not interrupt.”

“Of course,” Brandi replied.

“Who’s this?” asked Punk, looking towards Austin.

“I’ve heard that a lot today,” Austin said with a chuckle before sticking out his hand. “The name’s Austin Aries.”

“CM Punk,” the other man replied. “You’ll meet my wife AJ soon enough, I suppose.”

“Is your wife a witch, then?” Austin asked. “You mentioned she was doing a spell-”

“No, no,” Punk said, shaking his head. “An elf, actually - like you.”

“Oh, it’s elven magic?” asked Austin. “That’s fascinating. I’m not too in tune with the powers myself - I should be, I know, but it was just never a priority for me in life.”

“It was one of her main priorities,” Punk said with a grin. “That and sewing - she loved to make clothing.”

“AJ was a seamstress back in the Empire,” Brandi said. “She owned a shop in the Capital, Black Widow Apparel.”

“What brought you two out here? If you don’t mind my asking,” Austin asked, and Punk glanced briefly away.

“I was cast out by the Emperor,” he said. “Got the letter the day of our wedding - they gave me twenty-four hours to pack up my things and leave, else they’d send the carriage for me.”

“The carriage,” Austin murmured. “I’ve heard about that.”

“It’s not supposed to be pleasant,” he said.

“It’s not,” Punk replied with a shake of his head. “Just ask Simon Gotch when you meet him - if you haven’t already. He’s barely been here a couple months, and he’s still pretty beat up from how they treated him to get him here.”

“To be fair, he’s kind of an asshole,” came a voice from behind him. Punk stepped aside, and there stood AJ. She was beautiful, her long, pointed ears sticking out from beneath loose waves of dark hair. She was dressed in a slim-fitting, short red dress with a black corset, and wrapped around her petite figure she had on a stole of black lace. Austin could immediately feel the dark magic radiating from her.

“You’re - you’re a dark elf,” he murmured, and AJ nodded.

“I am,” she replied, smirking. “Are you scared?”

Austin was silent a moment, considering her question. “No,” he said finally. “If the people in this village trust you, then you must be a good person.”

“That’s a good answer,” AJ said with a smile. “So you’re new around here, are you?”

“I am,” Austin replied with a nod.

“There are a few things you should know,” she said. “For starters, you do not take advantage of Cody and Brandi’s hospitality. They’re good people. You come to live in this town, you work to support it. You do your share around here. Nobody cares what you do, as long as it helps people.”

“I’m sure we can come up with some sort of arrangement,” Austin said. “I have no intentions of taking advantage of anyone here. It seems like a good and healthy community - I want to be a part of that.”

“Good,” AJ replied. “Second, if you have problems, you bring them to me first. Cody and Brandi have a lot of work to do, and as much as the people love them and respect them, I’m a bit better at settling disputes than they are.”

“You can say that again,” Brandi murmured with a chuckle.

“Understood?” AJ asked, looking straight at Austin.

“Understood,” he replied with a nod.

“Good,” she said again. “And third, if you plan to work with the rebellion, you make that information public. Ideally right now.”

“Well,” Austin said, “I wasn’t even considering the idea until you mentioned it.”

“Good,” AJ replied. “The Empire doesn’t bother us as long as we don’t bother them, but if we have anyone in town working with the rebellion, we like to know so we don’t have to claim responsibility for them. We don’t want to have any trouble with the Empire, and they’re not impressed with the rebellion right about now.”

“The rebellion leader’s courier, Mauro Ranallo, keeps coming into town trying to recruit people,” said Punk. “He’s a good man, and their cause is just, but we’re tying to take care of the people here and we don’t want any trouble.”

“I understand,” Austin said. “If I do consider joining them, I’ll be sure to inform you.”

“Good,” AJ said. “It’s getting late - you should probably get back before dark. Maybe help Brandi with the cooking until you sort out what your role in the village is going to be?”

“Oh, that won’t be necessary,” Brandi said quickly. “He’s had a long journey - I say we let him rest tonight. We can sort all this out come morning.”

AJ eyed Brandi closely for a moment before nodding. “Alright,” she said. “You’re right.”

“Thank you, AJ,” said Austin. “And Punk, and Brandi - I appreciate how welcoming you’ve all been. This place that you’ve all built...it’s amazing. I look forward to being a part of it.”

“Well, assuming you pull your weight, we look forward to having you,” said AJ, offering her hand politely. As Austin took it and gave it a shake, a smirk came to the woman’s lips. “Welcome to the Outlands.”

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You Are Something | Kyle O’Reilly *NSFW*

❛❛Oh and remember when I said I had a fanfic in mind if Kyle won? He was amazing and I know he must be kinda upset he didn’t win. What do you think of the reader comforting him after the match? Like assuring him he was amazing and should be so proud. Which would lead to smut, like a praise kink type thing. Idk if that makes since❜❜-shieldgirl18

Pairings: Kyle O’Reilly x F!Reader

Featuring: Y/n, Kyle O’Reilly, Adam Cole, Roderick Strong, Bobby Fish.

Summary: Y/n comforts Kyle after his match with Finn at Takeover: 31, in more ways than one.

WARNINGS: sad!kyle, smut, sex, comfort sex, oral sex (male receiving), nsfw, 18+, injured!Kyle, Dom!Reader, bad smut writing.

Word Count: 2961

A/N: y/n/n] your nickname… Requests are open for WWE! Got a Kyle O’Reilly or UE or WWE request? Send it in.

You quickly rushed out of the gorilla, after Roddy did, following behind him. Bobby was running behind you.

“Adam.” Roddy repeated. Putting his left hand just above Kyle’s knee. His right fingers touching Adam’s upper arm. Kneeling slightly. When he took his hands off his knee and Adams upper arm, checking to see where Ridge went. You quickly came to Kyle’s side. Kneeling by his side.

“Where did he go?” Roddy yelled. Though you paid no attention to what Roddy or Bobby were doing or saying. Kyle felt your warm hands against his skin. He couldn’t bear to look at you. He let you down. He wasn’t the NXT champion. He lost.

“Are you okay?” You asked him. Stroking your hand up and down his arm. While the other one rubbed the back of his shoulder. Looking at him with concerned eyes.

“Kyle, are you okay?” Roddy asked. Putting his hand on his shoulder. Then going back to Adam. All your attention was on Kyle. Who avoided looking at you. Kyle was looking at Adam, as he leaned down on one knee, clutching his side, where his liver is. You continued to rub his arm, as well as the back of his shoulder soothingly. Eventually, he leaned against you. But he didn’t reply to you.

Sure, you were worried about why Ridge attacked Adam and his injuries. But you were more worried about Kyle. Kyle wanted to look at you, but he was too scared to see your reaction. He was worried he failed you.

Eventually, all of you decided to head backstage. You quickly helped Kyle up. Swinging his arm around your shoulder and helping him walk. Kyle felt a whole lot of emotions, as you helped him up the ramp, while Bobby and Roddy helped Adam out.

Kyle stayed silent as the gang made its way to the gorilla. Triple H and Shawn Michaels quickly assisted Kyle, you, Bobby, Adam and Roddy to the physician.

You stayed idly by Kyle’s side. As Adam and Kyle got examined. Kyle continued to ignore our gaze, as he got his results. Which happened to be contusions, as well as a swollen liver. While Adam had broken ribs, as well as contusions.

Bobby and Roddy helped Adam up. While you helped Kyle up. Walking out of the room, and towards the locker room, they shared.

Kyle moved away from you. Grabbing his bag. Roddy grabbed his bag, as well as Adam’s and Bobby’s. Handing Bobby’s back over to him.

“See you later guys. We will get to the bottom of who attacked you.” Kyle spoke, hugging the boys as best as he could.

“See you later, bro.” Roddy spoke. Hugging him back. Patting his back gently.

Kyle moved on to Adam, giving him a gentle hug, and wheezing out a “See ya.”. While Bobby hugged Kyle tightly making Kyle wince in pain.

“You did good, Kyle, I love you.” Bobby reassured him. Kyle nodded his head, though he disagreed he didn’t do good. He let you and the boys down.

Kyle got out of Bobby’s embrace and walked to the bathroom to get changed. Leaving you alone with the boys.

“See you later, y/n/n, look after Kyle.” Bobby spoke. As Roddy held Adam up while Bobby went up to you. Hugging you tightly. You let out an oof. Hugging him back.

”Bye, Bobby.” You gasped out. Bobby then released you from the hug. Walking back to Roddy and Adam. Taking Adam off of Roddy. So, Roddy could hug you.

Roddy quickly made his way over to you. Wasting no time in wrapping his arms around you. Giving you a bone-crushing hug. You were fairly sure he bruised a rib.

“Don’t take Kyle’s behavior personally, he is just bummed out he didn’t win.” Roddy reassured you.

“I know.” You replied. As his hands rubbed up and down your back. Your head lying against his stomach.

“He loves you, be there for him, he needs you.” Roddy insisted.

“I love him too, and I will.” You responded. Roddy smiled at your response. Pressing a light kiss on the top of your head. Then pulling away.

“Bye, y/n/n.” Roddy spoke. Messing your hair up, before he turned back around. Walking to Bobby and Adam.

“Bye, Adam, don’t do anything dramatic.” You spoke. Using a jokingly tone on the last part. Adam gave you a weak smile. But winced in pain. Lifting his index finger.

Bobby and Roddy smiled and waved at you, before leaving the locker room. You let out a sigh. Running your fingers through your hair. You quickly composed yourself, as Kyle came out. Dressed in a shirt and jeans. You quickly grabbed your bag.

“Let’s go.” You spoke. Making Kyle nod his head. Still avoiding your gaze…

The walk to the car was filled with silence. It hurt you to see Kyle so torn up about losing. You walked beside him just in case he fell or lost his balance or fainted. You quickly took the car keys out of your back pocket.

Unlocking the car. You opened the passenger door for Kyle. Helping him in. Shutting the door once he got settled in. Rushing over to the driver's side. Opening the door, and getting in. Turning your body towards the back, so you could throw your bag in the backseat. Tossing it in the backseat. Then turning back around. You turned your head to look at Kyle, who seemed to be in a trance. You gave him a sad smile. Putting your hand on his thigh.

“It’s going to be alright, Kyle.” You reassured him. Then removed your hand from his thigh. Putting the car keys into the ignition. Turning the key.

The car revved to life. You turned the radio down. Then fiddled with the aircon, before putting the car in drive. Putting your foot on the accelerator, pressing down. Driving away from the building.

The whole drive home, Kyle was quiet. Even when you tried to talk to him, he stayed quiet.

You drove into the driveway of his and your home. Grabbing the remote for the garage from the middle console. Pressing the button on the remote, making the garage door open. You drove into the garage. Parking the car and putting it into park. You then pressed the remote again, the garage door rolling down. You turned the lights off, then the car. Taking the keys out of the ignition.

Both of you getting out of the car, with bags in each other’s hands. You locked the car, as Kyle opened the door that separates the garage from the house. Leaving it open for you. You followed behind him. Shutting the door. Taking your sneakers off in the process, as well as your socks. Kyle took his shoes off as well. Just as you locked the door you heard a sob come from Kyle. Making you turn around at lightning speed. You rushed over to him.

Guiding him to the couch in the living room. Sitting him down gently. You sat down beside him. Rubbing his thigh soothingly.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You asked. Looking at him with eyes filled with worry. Kyle turned his head to look at you. His eyes filled with tears. Lip quivering. It broke your heart.

“I failed you, myself, the boys and the wwe universe.” Kyle trembled out. Making your heartbreak even more.

“Don’t say that you didn’t fail the boys, or me or yourself or the universe.” You responded. Moving your hands to cup the side of his face. Your thumbs stroking his jawline.

“But I didn’t win.” He quaked out.

“That doesn’t make you any less of a man or wrestler.” You spoke softly. Kyle looked at you through blurry eyes filled with tears.

“I am, so proud of you, and I love you so much, no matter what you accomplish or don’t. Don’t ever feel like you failed or disappointed me because you haven’t nor won't.” You declared. Kyle nodded his head. But he still felt like he failed you.

“Let me make you feel better, let me show you how proud I am of you, and how much I love you.” You insisted. Wiping his fallen tears away with the pads of your thumbs.

Leaning closer to him. Lips ghosting over his lips. Kyle wet his dry lips. Nodding his head. You didn’t waste any time. Pressing your lips against his passionately. His eyes fluttering closed, as well as yours. Kyle’s hands grabbed your sides. Both of you letting out a slight moan. He lifted you slightly and pulled you on top of him. Your legs on either side of him. Kyle felt his liver hurt but he ignored it.

You moved your hips against his crotch lightly. Making Kyle moan loudly. Pulling his lips away from yours. His grip on your sides tightening. You moved your hands to the hem of his shirt gripping it tightly.

You moved your mouth towards his jawline. Trailing kisses down his jawline, till you got his neck. Kyle tilted his neck to the side. All the while dry humping each other. Kyle’s bulge growing.

Trailing kisses along his neck. Kyle’s hands moved away from your sides, going towards your back. Bunching up your shirt and gripping it as you kissed his jugular.

Your hands quickly tugged his shirt up. Breaking your kisses on his jugular. As you tugged his shirt above his head. Kyle reluctantly removed his hands from your shirt, putting his arms above his head. Pouting as you removed his shirt. Discarding his shirt to the side. Your lips immediately went to his chest. Trailing feverish kisses down his chest, towards his stomach.

Kyle’s hands gripped your hair. As you move your body down, slipping off of him, and kneeling in front of him. Your hands fiddling with the button of his jeans. Unbuttoning it. Then unzipping the zipper. You hooked your fingers underneath the waistband of his jeans and boxers. Tugging them down to his ankles. Freeing his erection. Kyle sucked in a breath as the cold air nipped at his cock. Looking at you with glazed eyes.

“So, beautiful.” You praised him, as you stared at his cock. Kyle felt himself blush, as well as his erection grow.

Kyle’s mouth opened into an O shape as you grabbed his shaft. Moving your mouth to his balls. Your tongue licking his balls, all the way up to his shaft to the tip. All the while looking up at him. Kyle completely lost it. His head tilted back. Eyes squeezing closed. Swirling your tongue around his tip, he didn’t hold back in letting out a loud moan. Fingers raking through your hair.

“Fuck.” He moaned out.

You continued to tease the tip of his cock for a few more seconds, before putting his shaft in your mouth.

Kyle let out a choked moan. Thrusting his hips up, hitting your uvula, as you started to bob your head up and down. Moans escaping Kyle’s mouth. While you looked up at him through your eyelashes. You let out a hum of satisfaction. The vibrations sending Kyle into ecstasy. Kyle felt himself slowly start to come undone. But he didn’t want to come in your mouth, he wanted to come inside of you.

So, he pulled your hair, pulling your mouth off of his cock. His dick falling onto his stomach. Kyle opened his eyes, lowering his head down to look down at you. You raised your eyebrows at him. Staring at him, as Kyle looked at you through glazed eyes.

“I need to be inside of you.” He demanded. Making you smirk. Kyle let go of your hair. Beckoning you with his index finger to come closer to him, so he could undress you, but you declined him by shaking your head. Kyle gave you a sad look. Pouting at you.

“Ah…It’s all about you.” You cooed. Standing up.

Seductively removing your clothing till you were left in your lingerie. Kyle looked at you with lust-filled eyes. His erection getting bigger. You tauntingly unhooked your bra. Taking it off slowly. Only making Kyle even hornier. You discarded it to the side. Kyle stared hungrily at your boobs. As you hook your fingers underneath your panties, tugging them down till they fall to the ground. You step out of them, as Kyle stared at you with eyes dark with lust. Mouth a gap. Eyes fixated on you, as your hands rested on his shoulders as you moved your knee in between his legs. Bending your knee down to his left knee. Before you bend your other knee. Climbing on top of him and straddling him. His dick throbbing.

All the while keeping eye contact with him. Kyle was in a trance. His hands immediately went to your waist, as you lowered yourself down, one of your hands slipped away from his shoulder, grabbing his shaft, and lining it up with your entrance. Teasing his tip against your wet slick folds. Both of you moaning.

You slowly lowered yourself down on his shaft. Your walls clenching around his cock. Kyle’s mouth opened in an O shape. Your mouth a gap. His hands gripping your waist tighter.

Thrusting up then back down. Thrusting at a slow pace. Moving your hands to rest above his head.

Kyle’s hands moved up to your sides, as you continued to ride him. His eyes fluttering closed. Head resting on the couch. Moans escaping his mouth.

Your hands cupped the side of his face. Tilting his head up. His eyes still closed. Mouth a gap. Lowering your head down towards his. Tilting it at an angle. Your eyes fluttered closed, as your lips pressed against his feverishly. Eyelashes fluttering against his cheek, as you continued to ride him while kissing him. Kyle felt his climax suddenly build up.

You pulled away from his lips. Resting your forehead against his, as your thrusting got a bit faster.

“You are something, Kyle, you’re one of a kind.” You gasped out. As you felt a familiar sensation form in the pit of your stomach.

Kyle’s hands moved from your sides. One of them cupped your boob, while the other one went in between where he and you were connected. His thumb rubbing your clit. Making you let out a moan.

Your lips went towards his neck. Leaving soft kisses.

“You are so amazing, Kyle.” You praised him. Picking up your pace. Both of you lost in pleasure. Kyle felt his confidence grow.

“No one can fuck me like you can. No one makes me feel as good as you do.” You praised him. Kyle let out a moan. Thrusting upwards. Catching you off guard. Toes curling.

“Oh, wow.” You gasped out. Feeling your orgasm arise. But you didn’t want to come first.

You fastened your pace. Placing kisses on his shoulder blade. Trailing up to his neck, then his jawline. Till you reached his earlobe. Nibbling on it, then tugging it gently. This sent Kyle to his climax. His toes curling. Moaning louder. His hand slipped away from your boob and went towards your waist gripping it tightly.

“Come inside of me. Fill me up with your cum.” You purred into his ear. This seemed to send him over the edge. He felt his whole body convulse. Eyes rolling to the back of his head. His mouth opened, as moans slipped from his mouth. Toes curling. All the while you kissed his neck softly. peppering it with kisses.

Kyle moaned as he spilled his seed inside of you. This made you come as well. Your walls clenching around him. His warm seed mixing with your juices. Moaning into his neck.

Both of you breathed heavily. You pressed one last kiss to his neck before you lifted your head to look at him. You slightly shifted your body, making both of you grunt at the friction. Kyle opened his eyes. Lifting his head to look at you with glazed eyes. While you gazed into his eyes in awe.

He removed his thumb from your clit, moving it to your waist. As both of his thumbs caressed the skin on your waist.

“I love you, you know, that right?” You asked him. Kyle nodded his head.

“And I am so proud of you.” You praised him. Kyle tried to reply, but you put your finger to his lips. Silencing him.

“I know you didn’t win, but it’s not always about winning. It’s about giving it your all, you inspire me to be a better wrestler and person, as well as inspire your fans. You’re a candle in the darkness, and if anyone thinks otherwise or puts you down or degrades you then I will fight them, even if it is one of the boys or all of them.”  You confessed. Stroking his jawline with your thumbs.

Kyle gave you a boyish grin, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

“I would love to see you fight the boys. You would kick their asses.” He chuckled. Making you let out a tiny giggle.

“Damn, right I would, don’t change the subject. I love you and I am so proud of you, no matter if you win or lose.” You spoke. Making Kyle smile. He brought his hands up to your face. Cupping your jawline. Staring deeply into your eyes.

“I love you.” He confessed. Making you smile at him. Kyle leaned up. Eyes fluttering closed. Your eyes fluttered closed as he pressed his lips against yours passionately. His thumb stroking your jawline.

He was so grateful that he had you. That you were in his life, to pick him up when he is feeling down. Being there for him no matter what situation it is….

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hii! sorry this is so late, I haven’t been on tumblr. what’s your favourite fanfic trope? what episode do you think is underrated? what glee song do you listen to that you know is definitely a guilty pleasure? if you could make a new glee club, using ten characters we’ve had on glee, (any ten), who would you choose?

Hi! That’s not a problem, I’d forgotten all about it so this is a pleasant surprise lol

Favourite fanfic trope: This is a really hard one. I’m not sure if I have a single overall favourite. For the moment I’m going to say enemies to lovers, but that’s probably because I just finished reading ACITW a couple days ago and I loved it.

Underrated episode: Honestly I have a hard time remembering anything about specific episodes. I feel like all of the episodes I liked are pretty well-liked by others as well.There’s probably something, but I’m drawing a blank. What I’ve learned from getting asks lately is that on my next rewatch I ned to pay attention to what happens in specific episodes lol.

Guilty pleasure Glee song: I don’t really consider any of them a guilty pleasure (in general I try not to think of anything I enjoy as a guilty pleasure, because you shouldn’t feel guilty for enjoying something just because other people might think it’s silly or dumb), but I guess if I had to pick something it might be Let’s Have A Kiki? I could be wrong but I feel like that’s not all that well-liked in general, but honestly I think it’s a jam and I love it. Honourable mention to Gangnam Style. I didn’t want to answer with that because it’s not in my regular rotation of Glee songs, but I do actually kind of like it.

New Glee club, in the order I would choose them:

Mercedes Jones. This woman is a powerhouse and she can sing absolutely anything. Needs no explanation.

Santana Lopez. Amazing voice, and her together with Mercedes is just magic.

Artie Abrams. One of my favourites of the male voices, and I think his voice goes well with the girls’ voices.

Blaine Anderson. He has my favourite voices of the guys, but he’s below Artie because I find Artie’s more unique. He also might only be my favourite because he has so many songs, and therefore more opportunities for good songs, so... I dunno.

Tina Cohen Chang. He voice is just so pretty, and she sounds great with the others already listed. She wasn’t higher up because I don’t find her voice to be as powerful as some of the others, but I definitely think she’s a strong addition to the team.

Kurt Hummel. I love this man with my entire heart and soul. He was immediately first on my list, but the more I thought about it the more it didn’t make sense. While I obviously would want to choose him, I bumped him down the list because there are some songs that his voice just isn’t all that well suited to. I’d definitely make sure he got to use his lower registed more, though.

Harmony. Now we’re venturing out of the New Directions members. Honestly I wish we got more Harmony in the show. She has a great voice, and she seems like Rachel but more bearable (notice the distinct lack of Rachel on this list).

Jean Baptiste. Another choice from outside the New Directions. I just think he seems like a really great performer, has a great voice, out of the box ideas, and bonus points for being Canadian. :)

Roderick Meeks. A very strong male voice and also quite unique. I think he was one of the best singers on the show, and I’m sad he was introduced so late.

Unique Adams. Killer voice. She’s just amazing. No explanation needed, just a very strong vocalist to round out the list.

Notable abscenes: Rachel (good voice but too difficult to work with), Finn (was never a big fan of his voice except for Paradise By The Dashboard Light), Puck (he was on the list until I remembered there were people outside of the New Directions), Quinn (honestly just not a huge fan of her voice), Brittany and Mike (not strong singers and I prioritized singing skill over dancing, though I did really consider including them for the dancing skills; maybe this was a mistake).

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FFT: walking the line; roderick strong

Notes:

This is the second part to the FFT i literally just posted and it was sent in by @vonschweetz​ I think. And I really, really liked writing it. I really loved the idea of things finally coming full circle. Plus, it was cute af. I said what I said.

Summary:

Angel and Tyler continue to have problems, but when Tyler puts Angel into a position to where she’s forced to choose, the choice she makes is surprising in the end.

Pairing:

Roderick Strong x OFC, Angel

Warnings:

Uhh.. a breakup. Sexual tension that finally gets somewhat resolved. First kisses.

“What the hell is going on?”

Both men stopped shoving at each other and turned to look at Angel. Angel looked from Roderick to Tyler and back again, shaking her head. She’d heard Tyler start the confrontation, and she wasn’t thrilled with him at the moment.

Tyler started to speak and Angel raised her hand, silencing him. “I don’t want to hear it. I’ve told you a thousand times, Tyler.. Roderick is my best friend.”

“But I..”

“Just don’t, Tyler. If you can’t trust me…”

“I didn’t say ‘at.”

“You don’t have to. Literally every single action you’ve taken to this point proves it. Look.. I’m not your ex girlfriends. I don’t start dating a guy just to turn and fuck around.”

She bit her lip and found herself facing Roderick, raising a hand to his face, the bruise already forming on his cheekbone and extending upward to circle his eye. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s gotten into him.”

“He’s a fuckin idiot.” Roderick barely managed to un grit his teeth to say it, glaring at Tyler over his shoulder the entire time. Tyler got angry all over again and stepped up, this time Angel put herself between the two.

“Just fucking stop!”

Her shouting when she normally wouldn’t seemed to snap both males focus back to her and off their anger.

Tyler stepped closer to her, about to rest a hand at her hip and Angel couldn’t stop thinking about how every single little action he took lately just proved how little he knew or trusted her, so she lowered his hand with her own and then sighed.

“Just go, Tyler. I’m not doing this tonight. I need to think..”

Tyler’s stomach sank and his eyes darted from Roderick to Angel. He eyed her and she nodded, pointing her index finger to the door. “I meant it. Go.”

“What about ‘im?”

“What about him? You picked this fight. The least I can do is patch the guy up.” Angel deadpanned, pointing to the door again. Tyler lingered there and before he could stop himself, he said it, “Y’ need t’ think about what y’ doing here, Angel.. Because if y’ do this..”

“Are you seriously asking me to choose right now, Tyler? Because if you are…” Angel’s stomach churned nervously and she fought to keep the sound of her about to cry out of her voice. It still wavered.

The weird thing was that while it hurt to think Tyler was issuing her an ultimatum, she also felt… Free.

And scared to death with how she planned on responding. She’d never taken to ultimatums that well, Tyler should’ve known that.

“Tyler, go.”

Tyler gaped for a few seconds, but he made a hasty retreat, making sure to slam the door hard behind him. Angel rolled her eyes and turned to look up at Roderick, nodding to the chair in front of her stylist station. “Sit down, big guy.. I’ll go get a bottled water outta the back, maybe it’ll be cold enough to stop the swelling.”

She turned to walk away but Roderick grabbed her wrist, eyeing her in concern. “You good, Blondie?”

“As good as I can be.”

“Ya didn’t have to do that.”

“Oh yes.. Yes I did. I’m sick of the childish bullshit.”

“I’m sorry I lost my cool and exploded.”

“I know. It’s really not you I’m angry at. I mean I’m a little mad, but I’m more angry with him right now.”

“If he don’t trust you..” Roderick started to say something, but he stopped himself. Angel stared up at him a few seconds and nodded, mumbling quietly, “He knows how important you are to me. If it bothered him, he never should have pursued me. I mean… you’ve been there for me when no one else has and I… You’re like a part of me.”

They were migrating closer, Angel didn’t fully realize it until his arm went around her and she was pressed totally against him. His other hand cupped her jaw, tugging her gaze upward. “It’s okay to cry, Blondie. I know it hurt.”

“Not as bad as it should’ve.” it slipped out before Angel could stop it. She rose to tiptoe, brushing her fingers over the bruise gingerly as she shook her head. “I cannot believe he went there and did that. Idiot. I…. need to go get the bottled water.” and she made herself step back, turn and walk to the back of the room, grabbing the bottled water.

She’d been just about to kiss him and it.. Well, frankly, it shocked her a little. Even though it shocked her, she still wanted to do it. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she missed him walking up behind her until she felt him tentatively press against her from behind and gripping her hip to turn her around.

“You good, Blondie?”

… how did I go from you being my best friend to suddenly wanting to kiss you?…

Angel bit her lip and found herself staring at his lips intently, as she puzzled it out. Roderick chuckled and reminded her again, “It’s okay. You can let it out. Not gonna say a word.”

Something inside her snapped and into his arms she went, raising her own to rest on his shoulders as she pressed against him. “I shouldn’t do this, I…”

“Do what?” Roderick was eyeing her, confused. Had he missed something?

“Tyler was right.”

“No, Tyler was bein…” Roderick started to protest, but her finger pressing against his lip cut him off mid sentence. Angel took a deep breath and explained quietly, “Somehow, he realized this before I did.”

“Realized what?” Roderick, despite knowing it wasn’t the best idea, -or even remotely a good one, found himself migrating closer, staring down at her, his hands squeezing her hips to hold her against him just a little longer.

Maybe it was feeling the way he felt and quietly ignoring it or whatever for so long, but he just.. Couldn’t. “He was bein a jerk.. Whatever he said… i’ll go beat his ass. You want me to beat his ass?”

“No, I.. I don’t mean all that. I mean, the way he was always so irritated by me spending so much time with you. He saw it before I did.”

“Saw what?”

“That I.. I have feelings for you.”

It took a second to sink in, what she’d just said, but when it did, he smiled bright and asked quietly, “Wait.. what are you sayin right now?”

“I’m saying, Roddy.. You’re not just my best friend. I don’t think you ever were just my best friend. I mean maybe at first…” Angel bit her lip as she said it, her stomach churning nervously as she looked up at him, waiting on some kind of reaction.

A reaction she got when he pulled her up his body and swept some things off the counter nearby, sitting her on top of it, cradling her face in his hand as he pulled her in for a deep and slow kiss that left her totally breathless.

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When Roddy got his Home after his Match against his former Friend Fish.

He walking in his Bedroom and he saw Tyler laying on his Bed.

When he ask him that he's ok but he's not feeling well cus of everything.

"Did you see The Sweetz Tweets?"

"Yes I saw this..."

"Tease me for I'm getting feel better~"

Tyler told him to tease him.

Roddy smirked and said: "sure~"

When he teasing him easily and Tyler moans softly and jerking his hard Dick off.

Later... He Cums in his fingers of his Pussy and his Face of his Hard Dick, then he panting so hard and getting sweating.

Roddy smiled at him softly.