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Fall For Me (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! Reader) - Part VII

*inhales aggressively* VESSEL CHAPTER!!!!!! FINALLY!!!! Reader has a talk with the boys about what exactly happened with the night's kissing incident, after so much time of him being a bit distant towards reader Vessel decides to let his softer side show, plus more moments with III because I'm in love with him and I can't help myself sorry not sorry hehe I can't wait to know what you all think of this chapter thank you all so much for all the wonderful comments. If you would like to be added to the tag list please let me know!!

WARNINGS: discussion of boundaries, proposals of a polyamorous relationship (I tried my best to make it realistic but I, myself, am not polyamorous), fluffy stuff per usual. NOT PROOFREAD

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Part VI - Part VIII

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The sight before you almost made you want to laugh. The four grown men that sat in various seats around your living room almost resembled a group of school kids waiting anxiously outside the principal's office. “I’m sorry.” III was the first of them to speak up.

“No, if anything I should be the one apologizing.” II quickly follows, both of them unable to even look in your direction.

“I’m not upset at either of you, I’m just… confused.” You respond softly.

“It started off as simple crushes; me, IV, III, Ves.” You noticed Vessel’s shoulder tense as he was dragged into this conversation as well. “We all think you’re beautiful-”

“And very sweet.” III adds on. You can’t help the subtle smile that finds its way to your lips at their compliments.

“We could tell things had gotten a little more serious between you and III so we all decided to back off. But, I can’t lie to you,” II chuckled, “I’m a very jealous man. So when someone tries to keep me from what I want I don’t typically respond the best.”

“And I don’t feel right asking you to commit solely to me when you clearly have feelings for II, as well.” III adds his piece. You found it odd, there was no anger in his voice at the thought of you with his friend. “I guess what we’re trying to say is, um…” he trails off, looking to II as he searches for the right words to say.

“How would you feel about dating all of us?” Vessel breaks the thick tension with his blunt question. You felt like all of the air had been punched from your lungs, your heart jumping into your throat as your head snapped in his direction.

“Vessel, you can’t phrase it like that!” IV groans from his spot on your couch, dropping his head into his hand.

“What? She's a big girl, you don't need to beat around the bush.”

“Dating… dating all of you?” You finally mutter after a few moments of shocked silence.

“Obviously only if you're comfortable with that.” III stands from his seat, slowly stepping closer to you. “You don't have to say yes to any of this. It doesn't matter if you want to date only me, or if you would be okay dating all of us. Hell, after dropping this on you, there's a chance you might not want to see any of us ever again.” You didn't miss the nervousness that laced its way into his laughter. III was genuinely scared that this was going to fully push you away. “But, it's about what you want, that's the important part.”

“And you're all okay with this?” You would be lying if you tried to say you didn't find the offer very appealing. Every member of the group that sat before you drew you to them in one way or another, they were definitely an attractive bunch to put it lightly; III with his subtle intensity, who was always making you laugh, II who would turn you into a flustered mess with his sweet words, IV who’s easily excitable nature and blind confidence when it came to complimenting you made your heart thrum in your chest, Vessel who lets his hand linger on your waist as he maneuvers around you doing restock days, who holds your gaze for perhaps a little longer than necessary when wishing you goodbye at night. But, could you really handle four relationships?

“The way we see it, we’d rather share you with others who we know are going to take good care of you than to be forced to hold our tongues about how we feel about you.” II explains.

“I…” you trail off as you look between the four of them. “I need some time to think.” Your voice shook slightly as you spoke.

“Of course.” Vessel responds. Without another word II, III, and IV stood, quietly said their goodbyes to you and left your apartment. Vessel hung back for a moment, waiting for III to fully shut the door behind him before breathing out a sigh. “I'm sorry that all of this happened the way it did. I kept telling them to wait to bring it up.” His gaze drops to you, who was silently fidgeting with your fingers as you leaned against the wall.

“I can always tell them to back off, love.”

“No, you don't have to do that.” You brush him off. “It's nothing to do with any of you, you're all incredible. It's just- it's me, that's what the problem is.” You tried to force a laugh to prove to Vessel that you were fine, his unchanging expression let you know immediately that he saw right through you. “You're all so wonderful, and the fact that you would be willing to make such a huge compromise.” You stare through the slits of his mask, believing you were meeting his eyes. “What if it's not worth it?”

You didn't have time to register what was happening before Vessel was in front of you, pulling you into a warm embrace.

“I know I might not be as… prominent with my acts of affection as the others.” He pulls back slightly, one large hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as your eyes instinctively rise to look at him. “But, considering II put things out in the open, I need you to know that I care for you viscerally.” The soft growl that found its way into his voice made your cheeks grow warm. “I don't want you to feel pressured into anything you don't want, but I need you to understand that there has not been a single moment since I met you that would make me think any of this wasn't worth it.” You blink slowly as a hand comes to rest on the top of your head, comfortingly patting the spot. “Would it be alright if I came and checked in tomorrow?” You nod, reluctantly letting your hands fall away from their position pressed against his chest as he stepped back, his warmth fading away with it.

“Goodnight, Ves.” Your voice cracked slightly as you tried to keep your overwhelming emotions in check.

“Goodnight love, rest well.”

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You watched the second hand on the clock tick, bringing you closer to when Vessel would usually make his nightly supply runs. You hadn’t managed to sleep at all the night prior, tossing and turning as you played through every scenario you could think of as you made your decision. At the sight of the familiar pick up truck rumbling into the lot you felt your heart race. “This is it.” You muttered out loud to the empty store. “No going back now.” He poked his head through the door before fully entering.

“You still open?” He offers you a playful smile.

“No, but for you I'll make an exception.” You giggle in response. He slowly steps inside and approaches the counter.

“How’d thinking on things go?” He rests his elbows on the counter, bringing him closer to face level with you.

You set a hand down on the counter, Vessel cautiously reaching out to take it in his own. He hesitates for a moment, his hand drawing back slightly as if he was preparing to pull away. His fingers were rough against the soft skin of your hand when he finally decided to take his, his thumb running languidly across the peaks and valleys of your knuckles as he waited patiently for your response. “I want to take things slow… but the thought of having all of you to myself is a little too good to pass up.” He breathes out a chuckle, flashing you a sharp smirk that makes your breath catch in your throat.

“Is that so?” He mulls over how to respond to your statement for a moment. “How about I make us dinner and we can sit down and talk about how slow you want to take things, just so we can make sure everyone is on the same page.”

“You want to cook me dinner?” You shoot him a playful smile. “Is it going to be edible?” He bellows out a laugh in response.

“You're funny, you know I've been told I'm a wonderful cook.” He points an accusatory finger at you, standing up to collect what ingredients he needed from around the store. “Just you wait and see, this is going to be the best damn meal you've ever eaten.”

The whole thing was a bit strange in the best way. If he hasn't told you so directly you would've sworn that Vessel thought of you as little more than an acquaintance. But now, you were sitting on your kitchen counter, a glass of white wine swirling around in your hand, rolling your eyes playfully at all of Vessel’s terrible jokes as he made the two of you dinner. He asks you where you keep your plates, you easily reach into the cabinet behind you and produce a pair, holding them out to him with a soft smile. He carefully plates the pasta he made, penne with bacon and spinach and some type of cream sauce he had pulled together with odds and ends from your pantry. “It smells incredible.” He saunters in front of you, trapping you on the counter by placing a hand on either side of your waist.

“And here you were questioning my culinary skills.” He feigns a hurt tone before a soft chuckle rumbles from his chest. “Come on beautiful, let's go eat.” He pulls away from you, your body trailing after his warmth. You pad your way into the living room, Vessel close behind as he carries your plate for you. You sat close together on the couch, angling yourself to better face him. “So, define slow.” He jumps in immediately.

“Let me at least get a couple bites in.” Vessel can't help but smile at your teasing tone. “I just… I don’t know. This is all so different I don't think I can really tell you what going slow even means.”

“Well, I can assure you that all of us care a lot about how you feel during all of this.”

“And I know that.”

“I think you're worried about more than just taking things slow, love. What's on your mind?” The softness to his tone immediately lulled your anxious mind into a sense of safety.

“I'm worried about things developing quicker in certain relationships than others, I just don't want that to cause any of you to fight.” You absentmindedly twisted your fork around in your fingers, studying it as you tried to put into words what was racing through your mind.

“That might happen, but if it does it's alright. Unfortunately that's just something we have to deal with.” He chuckles. “There's no doubt in my mind that you would be more comfortable moving a bit quicker with III than you would with me, he started flirting with you from the start. We all know that you're in various stages of getting to know us, we're more than willing to give you time to figure all of that out.” Hearing him being so reassuring made the heaviness weighing in your chest lighten considerably. “Is there anything else I can do to ease that pretty little head of yours?” You slowly shake your head no before pausing. You looked at the man before you, swallowing thickly as you mulled over an idea. Vessel was an enigma to you even after months of knowing him. He was aloof, quiet, but the few rare instances he let part of his personality break through you could tell just how wonderful he could really be.

“Dance with me?” The question hung in the air for a moment before Vessel wordlessly rose to his feet.

“I will warn you, I'm not much of a dancer.” He chuckles, outstretching his hand for you to take. His palm was warm against your fingertips; the smudged edges of his paint were a stark contrast to the pale skin underneath.

“What a shame, neither am I.” You giggle in response before he pulls you to your feet. He looks around the room, making a small sound of affirmation to himself before pushing your coffee table out of the way to open up the space. You walked over to a bookshelf in the corner of the room, clicking on your radio and letting the soft tune crackle to life. Vessel stood in the center of the room, hands shoved into his pockets as he waited for your return, a soft smile settling onto his lips.

“You look really beautiful today.” He says softly, one strong arm reaching out for you and wrapping around your waist when you were within reach. Your fingers intertwine with his, Vessel watching carefully as each delicate digit slotted between his own. Your cheeks grow warm as you timidly accept the compliment. You had never been this close to Vessel before, feeling the way his muscles tensed and shifted under the hand that rested on his shoulder sent a shiver down your spine. You were unable to tear your eyes away from him, the intricate detailing along the edge of his mask highlighting how wide and bright his smile was as he gazed down at your flustered form. The music you had turned on was non existent at this point, the only thing mattering at this point in time was Vessel finally allowing you the briefest glimpse inside his walls. You managed to trip over your own feet, yelping slightly as you stumbled into him. “Easy now, I got you.” He chuckles, helping to steady you on your feet. “If you're going to faint at least wait until I kiss you for the first time.” He jokes

“Already thinking about kissing me, huh?” You smile coyly

“It'd be hard not to with a pretty face like that.” You let out a flustered laugh, your eyes dropping to the floor. You jumped when there was a sudden knock on the door. You reluctantly pull out of Vessel’s grasp, his fingers trailing across your waist as he tries to remain connected to you until the last possible moment. You slowly open the door, not knowing who to expect on the other side so late. You froze when your eyes landed on III, who was nervously swaying his heels on the creaky wooden landing outside. The moment he realized you had answered he immediately began to ramble.

“I'm sorry, I know you said you needed time to think and I absolutely respect that. I just, I know we kissed, and if you decide you don't want to go through with this I don't want it to make things weird-”

“III.” His mouth snaps shut as you softly say his name. You look back into your living room, Vessel’s head rested in his hand, he seemed mildly annoyed to be interrupted. Not knowing how to respond, you simply pushed the door wide open, III’s attention immediately drawn to Vessel. “We were actually just talking about that.” His eyes widen slightly, his gaze switching between you and his friend.

“Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt-”

“I was just leaving, actually.” Your brows furrowed in confusion. You turn to face him as he walks up to you. He cradles your face in his hand, “tonight was wonderful, I hope we get to do this again soon.” He swipes his thumb across your cheek, leaving a thin black streak in its wake. “Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight, Ves.” You respond breathlessly. You turn to face III, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth before reaching out and taking his hand, tugging him inside your apartment. His eyes stay locked on you as he follows you through the door, shutting it quietly behind him. “I really enjoyed, um… kissing you last night was really nice.” You let out a flustered laugh. “I don’t want you to worry that you made things weird.”

He chuckles, “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He stuffs his hand in his pockets, shifting his weight awkwardly. “I hope that talk you guys were having was a good one.”

“I think you’ll be very satisfied with the outcome.” You giggle. He gazes at you curiously, the usual playful sparkle back in his eyes when he realized he hadn’t scared you off.

“Is that so?” He saunters closer to you, his towering height and intense gaze threatening to make your knees buckle. “You let me know if any of this is moving too fast, okay?” He says sweetly, gently cupping your jaw.

“Okay.” You smile up at him. He trails his thumb over your bottom lip, his bright blue eyes darting around your features as he drank in the sight of you.

“You are simply gorgeous, love.” He whispers after a moment of silence.

“You flatter me too much.” Both hands slide around your waist, gently pulling you flush against him.

“I'm only telling my girl the truth.” He smiles. Your eyes flash up to meet his, the declaration of being his girl making your heart flutter in your chest. “Well, it seems like we have the night to ourselves. What would you like to do?” Wordlessly you take one of the hands that had settled against the curve of your hip, guiding him towards your couch. You threw on a movie, something mindless that you didn't need to pay attention to. Tonight was about spending time with III. No distractions, no hidden feelings, just you and someone who made you feel like a girl experiencing her first crush all over again. III takes you in his arms, laying back and pulling you on top of him in the process. One arm resting comfortably behind his head, the other slung over your waist as the two of you cuddled in a comfortable silence. “You know, I was really worried all of this would make you never speak to me again.” He speaks up after a while through a quiet chuckle.

“I was definitely a bit nervous about the idea, still kind of am if I'm being honest.” You laugh softly, absentmindedly tracing shapes against the soft material of his sweatshirt on his chest. “But, none of you have given me any reason not to trust you, so despite being nervous I feel like this is the right choice.”

“How you feel about this is very important to me, okay? If there's ever anything I can do for you love, just let me know.” He rubs his hand soothingly up and down your back, keeping you pressed close to him almost as if he was scared if he let you go you'd disappear. The two of you stayed up talking late into the night; you learned that III is more of a cat person than a dog person, his favorite color is red, and he would willingly disappear into the woods without a trace if it meant never folding laundry again. “It's such a dumb concept, I'm going to put the damn clothes on anyways. Why do they have to be folded and put away?” You hid your face against his shoulder, trying to hide the fact you had tears forming in your eyes from laughing so hard. You look up at him with a bright smile, the tangent dying in his throat as his eyes meet yours. He slowly sits himself up on his elbows, your body responding as it gradually slid into his lap. One of his hands pressed into the small of your back, keeping you held as close to him as possible, the other moving to cup your cheek.

“I haven't been able to stop thinking about kissing you since last night.” You admit in a tone barely above a whisper.

“Trust me, I wasn't doing much better.” He chuckles, his gaze briefly flashing down to your lips. “Everything about you… everything about you is just so perfect, and for the life of me I can't figure out why you give me the time of day.”

“Because you make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world.” Your voice shook as you spoke, you could hear your heartbeat thundering in your ears and you were nearly positive that III could hear it too.

“Because you are the only girl in the world for me.” He admits without a second thought. “I haven't been able to get last night out of my head. Of course I want to kiss you again, but this time I want to kiss you and mean it.” Trembling fingers rose to the edge of his mask, glancing up at him through your lashes asking for silent permission to raise his mask enough to kiss him. He nods, studying your nervous expression as you gently took the edge of the fabric and raised it to just below his nose. Your breath was snatched from your lungs as III crushed his lips against yours, your mind immediately swimming in the overwhelming sensation that was him. His lips subtly sweet as he eased your mouth open, his tongue carefully caressing yours, making sure to take things at a bear agonizing pace in order for you to be able to back away at any time. Your hands slid up his torso, III shivered under your delicate touch. You felt lightheaded as the kiss took over your senses; the euphoric feeling of his warm lips against yours, the deep, earthy smell of his cologne, his massive hand kneading at the softness of your hip. You both pulled away equally breathless, your hands coming up to his mask in order to readjust it into place before he had a chance to.

“I think you definitely meant it this time.” You giggle, your forehead falling to rest against his.

“There's going to be plenty more where that came from.” He winks playfully at you.

III decided to leave you for the night when you could barely keep your head up anymore. He scoops you up in his arms. You grumble in annoyance despite the fact you immediately begin to nuzzle your face against his chest. “Where are we going?” You ask through a yawn.

“I’m taking you to bed sweetheart, you need to rest.” He chuckles.

“-’m not tired.” You try to protest, your actions only make him laugh again before he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Says the woman who can’t keep her eyes open.” You could hear his smile in his voice.

“I don’t want you to leave.” You admit softly.

“I know love, but you have a store to run, I’m afraid I’ve kept you up more than I already meant to.” He carefully maneuvers himself so he’s holding you in one arm, pulling back your blankets with his now free hand. He lays you gently into bed, his knuckles trailing across your cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” His head dips down, allowing you to share one more chaste kiss before he left you to fall into a dreamless sleep.

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ghostswoman · 2 months

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Jealous!König who is seething at the sight of you getting hit on by a fellow teammate. Fists clenched, stomping his way over to you, his broad figure towering over you, scaring away whoever was trying to get your attention. (I'm foaming at the mouth rn pls)

You’re desires were heard rather late but here it is!

König x fem!Reader

After the meeting you had with the other fellow Korrtac members your mind was completely scrambled and all over the place. All that you could think of was getting some good work-out done that’ll maybe wake you up a bit especially because the last mission rather drained you of everything you honestly wanted to do on base. On the way there you grabbed a lose t-shirt and a freshly washed towel.

While you were holding the towel and shirt you didn’t noticed one of the newbie soldiers gawking at your ass like he always did when you were simply walking past his person or while standing in the cafeteria hall where you were normally talking with some fellow soldiers you worked with over the time. But one big thing the dude nerve noticed was the rather big and imposing shadow you have with you all the time even when you didn’t noticed it. This shadow was already plotting everything he could do with that toothpick of soldier when he would get the chance of training him the next day.

Putting your stuff down onto the floor as you softly took of your military boots while taking off those you let out a satisfied sigh because now you could finally pull your socks up again because the boots always kind of liked to pull them down with the hard leather that they are made with. Softly pulling your camouflage shirt over your head as you were just standing in the rather empty gym with just your black bra on as you quickly grabbed your the shirt you brought and pulled it over your head.

But what you didn’t noticed is that the newbie was now not just gawking no,he was on his way towards you with a rather disgustingly confident smirk painted on his lips. “Such a delicate little lady in the military is quite a sight for sore eyes don’t you think?” you just thought you were dreaming here such dumb nonsense leave the dudes lips while you were completely uncomfortable and shocked of what he just said.

A rather big hand no rather a big paw of such called hands were now softly resting on your shoulder as you felt the familiar big shadow that was now casted over the crown of your head. Smelling the similar smell of gunpowder,gun oil and a soft hint of mint enter your nose,you already knew that your colonel König also known as your shadow around base was standing right behind you. “Everything alright Engel?” You heard the voice say with his typical and iconic Austrian accent but there was so much annoyance and disgust in his voice that was usually not there when the big men spoke with you when he was on his way for his maybe 20th black coffee that day.

Your eyes softly crawled up the big burly chest of König as you finally met his ice blue eyes that were so stone cold like they usually were on battlefield when your group was getting ready for an attack. But today this coldness was only casted in his eyes because the newbie obviously didn’t knew that you are Königs kleine Maus. “I’m alright Kö..” you wouldn’t even believe your own self with how your usually confident voice was now as silent as a little mouse pushed into a corner.

His blue eyes narrow as the ice cold stare was lifted from your body up to the face of the newbie soldier. “Did you flirt with my Engel?” as you could hear Königs voice get more towards his commanding tone that he usually used when someone messed up big time or if some soldiers didn’t do what they were assigned to do. The newbie swallowed down a big lump as he just quickly shook his head as if someone was holding him at gun point,well making König angry was even worse then being held at gun point that was known since the big man joined Kortac. “And I should really buy that? Do you think I’m stupid!”

As your eyes widened while you saw that König was rather close of beating up a new soldiers for making such a dumb comment on you and your body. Quickly reaching out your hands as you softly grabbed Königs tactical vest as you softly patted his shoulder trying to get his focus switched back to you. “It’s okay Kö let’s just…calm down okay?” When his eyes switched down to meet your still shocked eyes his eyes completely changed towards warmth and love in milliseconds,that what you always found a bit disturbing about how easily König feelings could control him sometimes. “Okay Maus.”

One final time he looked up to the newbie again with his commanding voice he spoke “you can be rather happy I didn’t make you an example of how I will act when you talk with someone that’s clearly mine.”

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xcaptain-winterx · 10 months

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Hiii I saw that your requests are open. Can I request a drabble or oneshot of LJ’s first birthday? Thank youuu also I love your writing 🫶🏼

Superstar

dad!Lloyd Hansen x sunshine

summary: LJ’s first birthday

warnings: fluff, slight suggestive stuff, poop, tears, Lloyd, baby

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc.

Main Masterlist Daddy Sociopath Masterlist

“Ouch” Lloyd says, pulling his hand to his chest, looking at the spatula in your hand “that hurt”.

You roll your eyes at him with a smirk before continuing making the cake, “I told you that you can’t eat the cake batter”. Lloyd huffs and sits down on the counter opposite from you. He watches you stirring the pot while swinging his legs.

A pout forms on his lips “But why? You already made two cakes, Sunshine. Can I just have a little taste, please?”. You slightly turn your head to see Lloyd giving you his best puppy dog look, trying to convince you to give him some.

“Lloyd, you will get to eat some cake later. Not now. Also, eating raw cake batter is not good for you” you say as you pour the batter in the cake form.

A groan leaves Lloyd’s mouth, and he dramatically lets his upper body lay down on the counter. He just wants some cake. Normally, he only gets that dramatic when he doesn’t get a taste of you.

“We used to eat raw cake batter all the time at Harvard. Why can’t we now? That’s not fair” he says, jumping down from the counter. “I even promise to not smear some on your face”. Some hope is still in Lloyd that you give in.

At that you chuckle, “Sorry, Moonlight, but I don’t want to risk you getting sick or that something goes wrong with the cake”.

“Oh, come on” Lloyd says, opening the oven for you to put the cake in. “The other two cakes turned out good. A bit of missing batter wouldn’t have ruined the cake”. He closes the oven after you put it in before wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you back into his chest. You giggle when his mustache tickles the weak spot on your neck. He starts to sway from foot to foot with you in his arms. You lean your head back on his chest and close your eyes.

A smile plasters on Lloyd’s face. “Don’t worry” he begins, “everything is going to be perfect”. He places a soft kiss against your temple.

You give him a quiet sound of acknowledgment. “Everything has to be perfect”. If this day doesn’t go as planned, you could never forgive yourself for messing up. If someone else ruins this day, you will kill them. It’s not every day that your baby turns one.

It’s LJ’s first birthday, and you have been planning this day for a long time. You spend months deciding what theme it’s going to be, what cakes should be served, who will be there, the presents and more. You spend a month alone looking for the best five stars bakers to make cakes for that day. Lloyd thinks he has never seen you this mad when the baker you chosen said he didn’t have time that day. He may or may have not threatened to cut his balls off and make cake pops with them if he didn’t bake that cake.

Best husband.

The smile on your face when Lloyd told you that the baker just mixed up the dates and actually has time was something beyond happy.

Therefore Lloyd is that confused and mad that he can’t have some cake. So far you baked three cakes and more cake will be here shortly. He needs some sugar.

While you were spending months planning this birthday, Lloyd just stood next to you, letting you be in your fixation. For once, he didn’t get why you were making such a big deal. LJ was only 3 months old at the time, but perhaps it was also because he was scared to tell you to calm down. Obviously, he knows that the first birthday is somehow special, but overall it’s just a birthday. This doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t have made all of his staff decorate the whole place and spend thousand and million dollars on his son’s birthday presents. Lloyd just wouldn’t be that stressed about that day.

He would still kill anyone that dares to ruin this day.

The more the relationship with his son grew, the more he realized LJ deserves everything in this world and there is nothing he won’t do to make that possible. If one of the staff or his minions makes LJ cry, they can prepare to get their organs taken out and limbs cut off.

Lloyd is trying really hard to be dad of the year.

While he is trying to be dad of the year, he knows that mom of the year already goes to you. The title already belonged to you before LJ was even born.

A staff ruins Lloyd’s and yours moment as they walk in and inform you that the cakes are here. Lloyd groans again as you jump out of his arms and make your way to the kitchen on the first floor. He sends the staff a glare, making them almost piss themselves before following you.

When he comes downstairs, he already sees people bringing in cakes and decorating the place.

“Put those fucking balloons over there, shithead!” Lloyd screams as they hang some balloons near the food table. They quickly scramble around, moving the balloons. “Fucking idiots”.

Lloyd snatches a strawberry from the fruit table and pops it into his mouth, while taking in the scene. If Lloyd didn’t know what was going on, he would think the apocalypse was about to start. He’s almost 100% sure that you made them get all panicked by pressuring them. Though it could also be his heavily armed men standing at each window that are making them that nervous. Lloyd shrugs his shoulders. As long as they do their job it doesn’t concern him if they are close to passing out.

“Lloyd!”

He jumps up from where he is standing and jocks in your direction. You are standing in front of a table with furrowed brows.

“Yes, sunshine” he says, standing next to you, hands behind his back, “what’s the matter? Who do I need to kill?”. Lloyd leans over your shoulder, nose brushing over your cheek as he inhales your smell.

“Do you like the gold or silver stars more?” you say, not acknowledging his action. Lloyd rests his head on your shoulder before moving closer to the table. “The silver stars fits the blue aesthetic more and are more simple, but the problem is that simple is boring. The gold stars are more shiny and bring in a specific ‘wow’ effect, but they don’t match the aesthetic”.

One thing Lloyd will never get tired of is your look for the details. You could paint a portrait of him and won’t show him till you have every single freckle, beauty mark, hair, small scar on the canvas. Though, you don’t have to paint every single wrinkle.

“I like the gold ones. They scream more Hansen” Lloyd says with a cocky smirk.

You look at his choice before nodding and calling over the staff to hang the gold stars up. “If it weren’t for LJs birthday decoration, I would say your ego is showing again” you say, pointing to the staff in which places they should hang them up. Lloyd’s gasp jokingly and places his hand on his chest.

“Sunshine, that’s mean”

“It’s the truth, Moonlight” you say, “your ego is as big as your dick”. A gasp leaves your mouth as Lloyd suddenly grabs you and pulls you into his chest hard, not budging even as you try to get out of his right embrace.

“No no no, Mrs Hansen” he tuts with a low voice, “You know you can’t just talk about my big boy without any action”. Lloyd’s one hand moves to your ass and gives it a good squeeze, while his other hand takes your hand and brings it towards his covered member. “Sunshine”.

In quick motion Lloyd’s Hand on your ass moves to the back of your head and pulls you forward. Your second gasp gets muffled by his lips smacking against yours, teeth clashing together. Lloyd is full on making out with you, not caring about others watching you two. They can watch all they want. Lloyd couldn’t give a fuck less, as long as you’re not naked. He loves touching you in front of others, showing everyone that you belong to him and ONLY him. You’re his and his alone. You belong to him.

Lloyd walks forward, caging you in between the table and him. A simply move of Lloyd’s arm and you are sitting on the table with him between your legs. He grabs your legs and pulls you closer. Out of instinct, you wrap your legs around his waist.

It seems like Lloyd finally gets some attention from you.

Until both of your phones vibrate at the same time. You pull away from the kiss and Lloyd chases your lips, not being finished with the kiss. He needs another taste of your soft lips and peach flavored chapstick. Sadly though, he only gets to touch your finger, which you stopped him from kissing you again, while you pull out your phone and look at it. You open your phone and see that LJ woke up. Both you and Lloyd can check the cameras and will always get a notification when LJ starts to wake up.

“Looks like the Birthday boy is awake” you say and pat Lloyd’s shoulder as you stand up, giving Lloyd a little peck on the lips before he can grumble again. “You coming, daddy?”.

He smiles at the peck and you calling him that ��Stop teasing me that much, Sunshine” Lloyd says tilting his head. He watches you giving him a sunny smile, feeling the warmth of your happiness consume him. Lloyd walks over to you and takes your hand in his one, interlocking your pinkies and kissing it. “Let’s wake up our boy” he says before walking with you upstairs to LJ’s nursery.

A big smile greats you as you open the door, two chubby fingers pointing at you two.

“Maaaaa” LJ says, giving a lopsided grin.

You feel Lloyd roll his eyes before moving towards his son. “Well good morning to you too, superstar” he says. He keeps on telling himself that LJ will eventually learn to say Dada, Dad, Daddy, Papa, hell, he would even be ok with LJ calling him Pops.

LJ raises his arms as his dad comes closer. Lloyd picks him up and tickles his little belly, resulting in LJ letting out high giggles and squeals.

“Happy Birthday, bubba!” you say, kissing his cheek. Lloyd smiles and gives him to you as LJ reaches for you. Ones in your arms, LJ immediately snuggles into the crock of your neck. Such a mama boy.

“You are already one now! Only six more years and I can legally show you how to shoot” Lloyd says cheerfully, but quickly shutting up when you send him a death glare, “Of course only when Mama allows it”.

“Which she won’t”

“Yes, what Mama says is law” Lloyd says, “but legally it would be allowed-“

“Lloyd”

“Yeah, you’re right, no weapons”

You give him a satisfied nod and Lloyd you a thump up. We need to appreciate, though, that Lloyd would have waited till LJ was legally allowed to do that. For a sociopath who’s a hitman and more, who doesn’t go by the law, this is a big thing. For ones, he would have followed the law.

You look in LJ’s eyes, smiling brightly, “I promise you will have the best birthday ever. We have some shiny lights and cake. Oh, and we can’t forget your presents, superstar”. LJ already claps his hands and wiggles out of excitement after you said shiny. “First, we need to get you ready though”.

A soft smile decorates Lloyd’s face as he makes his way towards LJ’s closet.

A knock fills the room before the door opens and one of the staff pops their head in.

“I-I’m so sorry to interrupt, Mr. and Mrs. Hansen, but we just got notified that the flowers won’t get delivered because the driver is sick” the staff stutters out in one go without taking a breath. They know that Mr. and the Mrs. won’t be happy about that. And well, they are scared that Mr. or Mrs. Hansen will cut off their head and send it to the company that were supposed to deliver the plants.

“What!” you and Lloyd say at the exact same time.

You hush LJ as he whines due to the loud noise, gently swaying him. Lloyd, on the other hand, doesn’t show any calmness in that situation and strikes towards the staff, making them hunch together.

“What do you mean by that?! That fucker can’t bring the flowers because his pathetic ass had to sneeze and immediately came to the conclusion that he was dying?!” Lloyd says through grit teeth, “I will cut that limp dicks face off and sew it back on backwards, then he will have some problems with his nose!”

“He has 104 F-“

“Do I look like I give a single fuck that this dick chocking piece of shit is dying of a fever?! No! Why can’t they send someone else, huh?!”

“They only have one dr-“

“I’ll blow their fucking company up and every single family member of the employees if the flowers aren’t here in the next 10 minutes!” Lloyd screams.

“I-I tell them that, M-Mr. Hansen” they say before quickly walking out, asking themself why they work here.

Lloyd’s face is red like the fuckers blood he killed at 2am, before he went to bed only to be woken up by you three hours later. A small whine makes his face fall and turn around to see LJ with teary eyes. His face quickly cools down as he walks over to the two of you.

“Oh, I’m sorry, junior. Dada didn’t mean to be that loud” Lloyd says softly, rubbing LJ’s back. If there is one thing LJ is scared of the most or hates is loud noises. If Lloyd wasn’t that loud, LJ would have probably even laughed because he loves seeing his dad put people in their place, especially while swearing. He may be a mama boy, but with his father’s love for hating people.

As expected, LJ clings to you closer, hiding his face in your chest. Lloyd finally looks at you and knows that you aren’t happy.

“I thought we talked about the swearing, Moonlight” you say in a soft voice, looking at him with a disappointed expression. He knows you aren’t directly disappointed in him rather, just not exactly happy that he did it in front of LJ again. “You know you have to put something in the swear jar”.

Lloyd doesn’t know how much money he had already put in the swear jar since your pregnancy, but he swears a lot and only carries hundred-dollar bills with him. He would say he’s still under a million though…..barely. Though, this jar is only for when he swears in front of LJ.

“I know, I know, sunshine” he says and kisses your temple. “Though I know you would have done the same if LJ wasn’t here”, he gives you a knowing look.

“Oh, I would have definitely screamed like that” you say, nodding while continuing to calm your baby down.

“Don’t worry, I will take care of it, sunshine” Lloyd says.

“No, it’s fine. I will” you give him LJ, who slightly protests against leaving the warmth of mama, but some comforting words and kisses eventually convince him to let go and calm down. “Would you mind getting him ready for the day?” you ask, opening the door.

“Dressing up my beloved Hansen Junior like his dada? Can’t think of anything better” he says and sways a bit. “I mean except-“.

“Thank you, Lloyd” you say, cutting him off, knowing exactly what he wanted to add, “love you”.

“Love you too, my beloved sunshine” he says as you walk out of the room, blowing you a kiss. Lloyd watches you close the door before looking down at his son, who is still looking at the door. “Don’t worry, once you’re ready for the day we see Mama downstairs” Lloyd says, caressing LJ’s blond almost white hair.

“Mama” LJ says, pointing towards where you went, while looking at his dad.

“Soon” Lloyd answers, chuckling at his son’s pouting and gives him Mr Mustache from the crib, which LJ immediately takes. He walks with LJ in his arms towards the closet, filled with various of different baby clothes of LJ. Surprisingly, not everything in the closet are designer clothes, some of it are from what Lloyd likes to call ‘the degenerated section’. If it wasn’t for you, Lloyd would’ve burned those clothes by now. Not because they are ugly, Lloyd has to admit they are actually pretty cute, but because people who are way below his money income also dress their kids like that.

Among those designer and cheaper baby clothes, there is also handmade stuff like sweatshirts, pants, jackets, hats and more. All of them are well knitted and made out of colorful wool. The thing is that not you made those clothes, but Lloyd did. He took his time knitting for hours to make adorable stuff for LJ to wear. If someone ever asks Lloyd though, he would deny immediately. He would say that he never even touched a needle and that knitting is some grandma shit. People would probably believe him…as long as you don’t show them some photos to prove that Lloyd knits in his free time.

“Now, my little superstar, what are we going to wear today?” Lloyd asks, to which LJ just snuggles into his chest. “I think my clothes are a bit too big for you” he says chuckling. He looks through the closet and takes out a little fluffy sweatshirt.

“This looks cute” the grunt LJ gives is answer enough. “Yeah, you’re right, it’s be a bit to warm too wear a sweatshirt“ he says and puts it away, continuing his search.

Next, he takes a blue romper from the hanger. “What about this? It’s nice but a bit boring, don’t you think?” he says, raising a judging brow at the romper. LJ nods in agreement.

Lloyd continues and grabs a baby tuxedo that he got custom made to fit LJ perfectly a while ago. “Oh, doesn’t this look good? A fudging expensive suit that fits this mini Hansen perfectly. You will get all the ladies and whor- wonderful people with it” he says smugly, saving himself at the end of the sentence.

Mini Hansen looks at the tuxedo for a second, inspecting it with his big eyes. His eyebrows furrow a bit of concentration, which makes him look like you when you concentrate on a painting. Lloyd smiles at the similarity between you two. Even though the furrowing of the eyebrows is from you, the look in LJs eyes is fully Lloyd Hansen. The judgmental stare that makes you question your existence and everything else. It’s like LJ is giving the bitch look just with brows that give him a more innocent look, like he isn’t just thinking that you look like poop.

“Mhm, what do you say, junior?”

LJ shacks his head and scrunches his face, whining and clinging to his dad’s polo.

Lloyd gasps “not this one?! Look it may look uncomfortable, but it’s actually pretty comfy” he says to which his son begins to kick his feet and slap his chubby hands against his dad’s chest. Lloyd huffs, LJ for sure, is a picky and stubborn baby.

“No no no no, what did we say about hitting dada? You are not allowed to kick or slap him. LJ, look at me” Lloyd moves LJ in his arms to get him to look at him “are you listening to dada?”.

LJ’s lower lip begins to quiver and Lloyd sighs “Look, if you stop hitting dada I put that suit away, deal?”. His son looks at him like he grew another head before, pointing to the closet. “Yes, I get you something else to wear when you stop”.

He looks at his dad for another second and then nods and stops trashing in Lloyd’s arms. Lloyd smiles, happy that his son agreed. He hangs the tuxedo away and stares at the walk-in closet. There are a lot of options, but nothing that fits the occasion. It can’t be something to ‘normal’, but also not too fancy. Walking through the closet , he sees nothing that catches his eyes or what LJ would approve of.

Lloyd’s attention gets drawn back down to his son as he pulls on his polo and points to something. “This?” he asks and grabs what LJ pointed at. LJ pointed at a dark blue sleeveless romper that he knitted awhile ago. To be more specific, he knitted the romper, among other things, while he wasn’t allowed to sleep with you for two months. He had a lot of time for knitting and jerking off to the image of you on your knees in front of the mirror, back to his chest while he fucks into you hard and fast, forcing loud moans out of you.

He grabs the romper and smiles. “You like stuff dada makes” Lloyd says. LJ claps and smiles, happy that his dad is holding the right thing. “You should really act like that about me around Mama, you know?”

On his way outside the closet, Lloyd grabs a white polo onesie, bouncing his son in his arms. “Then let’s change this man’s diaper and hope you didn’t cause a natural disaster in there” he says as he lays LJ down and puts Mr Mustache to the side.

Lloyd says a quick prayer to god before starting to change LJ’s diaper, that he will not get attacked by a poop bomb.

Luckily it’s not that big of a natural disaster, just a tsunami.

“Perhaps we should change your meal plan”

“Don’t pout”

“Come on, junior. Don’t cry. Mr Mustache is right here”

“Don’t kick your legs!”

“Stop that, Lloyd Junior!”

“I have shit on my hand!”

“Ahhhh!”

“Don’t laugh, junior!”

“I’m gonna throw up”

After changing LJ’s diaper and quickly washing and sanitizing his hands in LJ’s bathroom, he comes back and begins to finally dress LJ.

With slight struggle, he manages to get LJ’s head through the onesie. LJ hates when his head has to go through that. Lloyd smiles as he sees his son’s scrunched-up face turns happy when he sees him again.

“Well hello there, junior” he says in a high voice and LJ gives him a lopsided smile. Luckily, LJ doesn’t struggle as Lloyd puts on his romper and white socks.

Lloyd picks LJ up and gives him Mr Mustache before making his way to LJ’s bathroom and sitting him down in front of the bathroom mirror, making him face the mirror. A protective hand is on LJs back to make sure he doesn’t fall back on accident.

“Let’s give you the final Hansen touch”. With his free hand, he takes a soft brush and begins brushing LJ’s few hairs.

LJ interrupts in loud giggles as his dad decides to show some of his dance moves while brushing the hair, singing Stayin’ Alive. The giggles turn into squeals as Lloyd brushes his mustache with the brush.

“Jealous, Junior?” Lloyd jokes and carefully brushes LJ’s upper lip, like he had a mustache too. This action makes LJ fart because of laughing so much.

Once done, Lloyd wipes LJ’s mouth, who covered himself in spit duo to his laughing and then picks him up and walks out of the room.

“Ready to celebrate your birthday, Superstar?”

LJ claps his hands and wiggles in excitement.

“Mama!”

Lloyd groans.

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hiii, darling :)) i've got a neteyam x fem!reader request, if that's okay!! it's pretty much pure fluff- basically y/n has really strict parents, so one night, when she sneaks out to see neteyam in the forest, he's surprised, asking about her parents and what they might do if they find out she did such a thing. but y/n's fed up with her parents, because after all, she's still young and should enjoy her life at least a little bit, so she bursts, blabbering about how she doesn't care what her parents think and that she can do whatever she wants- the two of them start messing with each other, just running around and causing one another to trip and stuff.. i kinda want it to end with y/n and neteyam kissing, but idk if it should be because y/n's all like "i can do whatever i want" and then kisses neteyam to prove her point (even though she actually likes him) or once again y/n saying all that and neteyam teasing her, basically provoking her to kiss him???!?!?!?! does that make sense?!?!??!? hopefully- obviously they like each other and all that, but the ending is on you :pp okay, thank you and byeeee !!

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Forest Rendezvous

Tags: Neteyam x Omaticaya!Reader, Oneshot, Fem!Reader (Can Be Read As Gn Too), Fluff, Sneaking Out, Idiots in Love, Strict Parents, Set Before ATWOW

Warnings: None

You are fed up with your parent’s overprotective nature. You’ve had more arguments than you can count with them about letting you enjoy your youth for once; like always, they ignore you, and tell you they don’t need to reason with you about their parenting decisions. So, you take matters into your own hands, and possibly Neteyam, too.

AHH THIS IS SUCH A CUTE REQUEST!! as soon as you said they'd run around I was pissing myself of laughter cause imagine two random teenagers going crazy in a forest, especially NETEYAM 💀💀 that boy has barely any sense of adventure in him, could you imagine if someone like Jake or Lo'ak saw him just like,,, running like a crazy person, smacking into trees, and tripping over shit?? 😭😭 As I wrote this it started out super cute and somehow ended up heated idk how 💀 I accidentally wrote this with a twist too LMAO

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [29/12/22] ❞

You leapt from branch to branch, taking care not to make a sound. It was eclipse, and you were idly wandering through the woodland.

Now, that's typically quite dangerous, and knowing your parents, they'd slash your eyeballs out for defying their demands for you to remain at home. So, what was your motivation for doing this? Because your parents had a stick that was perpetually stuck up their asses, and they never allowed you to live your life to it’s fullest potential. You were tired of it, and concluded that if you weren't going to acquire their approval, you'd give it to yourself.

You couldn't comprehend why your parents believed the forest was so perilous. Pandora was breathtaking during the eclipse, with the foliage illuminated in dazzling, vibrant blues and purples. Your breath caught in your throat as you soaked in the scenery; of course, you'd seen how the forest transformed at night before, but never from outside the safety of your own home.

You descended from one of the branches and landed on solid ground. The grassland lit up purple with each stride you took, and you were mesmerized. You followed a path of royal blue wildflowers, and ran your palms along the bark of the trees to feel their vitality. You swept aside the lavender fronds that were festooned around your body to fully appreciate the landscape before you.

You stumbled into something hard as you continued to marvel in adulation at the natural beauty surrounding you. When you looked up, a blue chest obstructed your vision. For a brief moment, you were terrified that your father had come after you.

When you discovered it was simply Neteyam, you heaved a sigh of relief. He emitted a surprised gasp and backpedaled from you, his cheeks flaming. He had no intention of being that close to you.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

Neteyam was the eldest son of Neytiri, a long time friend of your parents. He was someone you grew up with, but you found yourself yearning for him as the years progressed.

You were fiddling with your hair nervously, having not intended to run into him. “I snuck out. I wanted to see the forest.”

He nodded in understanding, yet seemed apprehensive. “But, where are your parents? Wouldn’t they be mad you did that?”

Your expression immediately turned sour. “I don’t need you also telling me to stay home until the day I die.”

You turned on your heel to leave, but Neteyam quickly grasped your forearm and sputtered out a string of apologies.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I just don’t want you getting in trouble with your family...”

Neteyam was always a conscientious son and worked hard to avoid causing difficulties for his parents. You were envious of him, since despite the fact that you were a well-behaved child, he had so much freedom that he didn't even use that you weren't permitted to have. It irritated you even more that he seemed more concerned with what your parents had to say than with how you felt imprisoned at home. As if he'd ever understand your plight.

You snapped. “I don’t care what my parents think! I’m young, Neteyam. I can do what I want, and my parent’s can’t say a damn thing about it! Just stay out of it!”

He remained silent until you finished. You were panting heavily after you concluded your rant.

“I didn’t know you felt that way...”

“No, of course you didn’t! Your parents let you do whatever you want!”

That struck him deeply. It was true; Neteyam knew he possessed all of this freedom, but what you didn't know was that he was always so preoccupied with looking after his siblings and trying to make his father proud, that he squandered all the time he could've devoted to relishing in his youth. Neteyam said to himself, 'screw this,' and resolved to be daring for a change.

“Then why don’t I share it with you?”

You were baffled. “What?”

He snatched your hand and pulled you along the trail. As he dragged you towards a meadow dotted with a few trees here and there, you forgot all about your rage as it was swapped for curiosity. He turned to face you and clasped both of your hands in his, stepping backwards into the clearing's heart.

You raised your eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

He grinned. “Letting you enjoy yourself.”

Before you could question what he was referring to, you were jerked forwards as he drew you into him, whirling around in a dance-like motion. As Neteyam twirled you about, your laughter reverberated through the trees.

He was never a good dancer.

You stumbled over his foot and tumbled onto your backside as he spun you against his body to bend you against by the grass. You inadvertently seized his arm when reaching for the nearest thing to you, forcing him to collapse on top of you.

Both of you exploded into laughter.

“You’re so bad at this!”

He looked at you from underneath him. “Why don’t you try, huh? Spinning people is hard!”

You shoved him away from you, getting back up. “No it’s not! Look, come here. I’ll do it way better.”

You took Neteyam's hand in yours, and as you spun him to curl into your body, you thwacked his head against a tree instead. You gasped, and instantly knelt besides him to cradle his face.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

You examined his face for injuries. Neteyam suspected your grip was much more lethal than the tree, because the way you were manhandling him was practically crushing his skull in. Through squished cheeks, he said he was fine.

With your undivided attention on him, he thought you were cute. He always did. He should hurl himself into a tree more often, he thinks. In the midst of his fantasizing, he hadn’t realized how close you had gotten to his face. This did not go unnoticed by you, as he began to tremble under you touch. You shifted your gaze away from his forehead, and redirected it between his own and his very, very kissable lips.

You coughed awkwardly, immediately standing up. “You’re such a baby, that was nothing.”

He pointed an accusing finger at you. “You weren’t the one getting slammed against a tree! Who’s the better dancer now?”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, please. I bet it didn’t even hurt!”

He was standing up now, and towered over you. “What, you wanna try?”

For a brief moment, you looked at him, puzzled, before he shoved you against the tree, trapping you between it and him. He had one fist above your head, and the other gripped the trunk besides your hip. You needed a moment to gather yourself, but it was useless when you registered your position.

“You know, you should definitely be getting home now. I bet your parents are worried.”

You groaned. “This again? I told you, I can do what I want! Besides, I’m with you, what could possibly be so dangerous about that?”

Something akin to rakishness glinted in his eyes. “What makes you say that?”

You laughed to yourself. “You’re such a goody-two-shoes, Neteyam. You’re the least of my worries.”

He neared closer to your lips, maintaining eye contact. “Are you forgetting what position you’re in right now, Y/N?”

His attempt to be cool only made you giggle. That was so unlike him. “What, you’re going to whisk me away into the sunset and ferociously make out with me?”

You secretly hoped he would. The thought also crossed your mind that it’d be a massive fuck you! to your parents, because after all, they didn’t want you talking to boys.

“Who’s to say I won’t kiss you?”

Your jaw dropped, but you couldn’t look away. You were both bewitched yet shocked. “You wouldn’t.”

Where did this newfound confidence come from? Neteyam was never this way! If your parents found out what you did in your little rendezvous with him, they would murder you first, then his family!

“I don’t know, if they saw us right now, they’d probably think I’m a bad influence to you.”

“You don’t influence me at all. I told you, I do what I want.”

That provoked him. Immediately, he gripped your chin and tilted your head up to properly face him. One hand rested on your waist, while the other shifted to grasp your cheeks firmly. Before you could say anything, he captured your parted lips in a searing, almost burning kiss, as his mouth moved in frenzied rhythm with yours. Neteyam practically stole all the air out of your lungs, gasping when he withdrew from you for a moment to breathe.

You pressed the backside of your hand to your lips, inhaling deeply. You held his necklace, unsure of where else to put your hands, trembling as you struggled to process what had just transpired.

You couldn’t meet his gaze. “Why did you do that?”

Neteyam wasn't sure what he was striving to accomplish, but it felt good to do something impulsive for once. It was something he wanted to do. You telling him that he was too perfectly behaved to do anything mischievous, worthy of your parents' condemnation, stirred something within him; he wanted to live a little. To discover the thrill of life within you.

“Guess I’m not such a goody-two-shoes anymore, huh?”

He was beaming again, as if he hadn't just kissed you to death. You couldn't believe that this was the same Neteyam you grew up with, had a crush on for years, and who had never caused anyone any trouble.

“Y/N, I really like you.”

Your fingers were still hooked to his necklace, slowly drawing him closer to you again.

“I guess... I like you too.”

Neteyam's face lit up, and this time he kissed you tenderly and lovingly. Although it was a striking contrast to the other heated, frenetic kiss he had given you, this one intended to demonstrate how much his heart truly adored you. He soon wrapped his arms around your hips and hoisted you up, spinning you around the grassy clearing. You grasped his shoulders fearfully, yelling at him to put you down, but he continued to chuckle.

Maybe you should sneak out more often.

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jar-of-ectoplasm · 2 years

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Just Teasin: La Squadra x Reader

a/n: ehehehe la squadra flirting with/teasing their crush also hi again here is content this has been in my drafts for about a year now and i finally finished it !!!

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, playful teasing, flirting, pre-relationship, a little bit suggestive at some parts, implied short-ish reader, hinted polyamory (sorlato)

~Risotto~

-for someone that's supposed to be the mature, stoic leader of an assassin team he teases you a lot. pretty much any chance he gets, he'll take

-his ways of teasing are more subtle and he doesn't do it around the team very much

-he will definitely scare you, he'll turn invisible and sneak up behind you before grabbing your shoulders and probably making you drop whatever you were holding

How He Flirts With/Teases You:

-Placing his hand on your waist and pressing his chest to your back when he reaches for something you're standing under

-On missions he'll whisper in your ear and stand really really close to you

-Puts his hand on your shoulder and rubs the place between your neck and shoulder with his thumb

-Calls you stuff like cara/caro (dear) or piccolo tesoro (little darling)

~Prosciutto~

-Also another squad member who's supposed to be mature and serious but totally isn't

-Pros will tease you all the fucking time. On a mission? Teasing. Trying to relax at HQ? Teasing. Literally he won't stop

-Even though he does it literally every day, nobody really knows he's teasing you because he doesn't make it super obvious

How He Flirts With/Teases You:

-Resting his hand just above your ass while you two are out in public

-Caressing your cheek with the back of his hand when nobody's looking

-Calling you into his room to pick which shirt he should wear that day (when he doesn't have one on)

-Putting his hand on your thigh/leg when you sit next to him

~Pesci~

-You'd think since he freaks out about how you perceive him he wouldn't mess with you too much right? incorrect.

-Sort of like a high school boy about it tbh, he's more similar to Formaggio in that way even though his mentor is such a stickler about behavior and manners

-Totally gets red in the face if anybody mentions how he acts different around you when you've left the room though

How He Flirts With/Teases You:

-Compares your hand sizes a LOT, you guys could be doing literally anything (including running from an enemy) and he'd make a comment about how your hands were compared to his

-Fake punches you on the shoulder whenever he passes by you; he'll also throw fake slow-motion punches at you and instigate silly "arguments" over the tiniest things

-Pesci is a pretty big dude, he's the second tallest (beat out by risotto obviously) in the group so unless you're also 6'2 he'll steal things out of your hands and make you jump to get whatever it is back

-Always suggests you guys pretend to be a couple when you're trying to blend in when you guys are paired up on missions and he'll play it up a bunch

~Formaggio~

-Literally nobody is surprised about how not-subtle he is when he's flirting with/teasing you

-It'll hardly ever stop either, so get ready for that too. The only time he'll quit doing it is if it's an insanely serious situation (i.e.: someone [not illuso] is dying)

-Like Pesci, he flirts like a teenager, so most of the shit he says to you is really stupid and is more to annoy you than try winning your affection

How He Flirts With/Teases You

-Always always always breaking out some absolutely horrendous pick-up lines on you, he looks up top 50 worst pick up lines and uses them all within the day

-Is also always trying to get you to agree to go on a date with him; a lot of him getting melone, illuso, and ghiaccio to play waiter after setting up some candles in the headquarter's shitty dining room

-Kind of talks to you how he would talk to his cat?? He uses a lot of stupid ass nicknames when referring and speaking to you and breaks out the baby talk to really annoy you

-Hangs all over you. There isn't a single place you could be where he wouldn't immediately follow (except like, the bathroom but you get what i'm saying); he especially loves making himself tiny and chilling out in one of your pockets (whether or not you notice doesn't matter to him)

~Illuso~

-He is genuinely so awful oml

-When you guys are both around the team he makes fun of and is mean to you so much you'd think he hated you

-But, when you're both alone, he's very similar to Prosciutto in the way he speaks to and interacts with you. It's very confusing

How He Flirts With/Teases You

-Like I said, when you're around the team he's a massive prick. He'll pick at every little thing you do; your performance levels on your missions, your stand, your outfit that day (even though he's dressed like that)

-He thinks he's being clever, throwing any suspicions of his feelings towards you away, but everybody just thinks it's super obvious and weird how much he talks about you even when you aren't there

-When you guys are alone though, it's a whole other game. He'll intentionally make his voice lower and softer, so you'll have to be closer to him to hear what he's saying properly. He'll sprinkle in a lot of almost suggestive comments so you can never really tell what he's trying to convey to you

-He'll also turn his prior statements into something he can use to get physically closer to you; holding your face in his hands to "inspect it for any unsightly blemishes" and running his hands along the material of your clothing (and your body, by proxy) so he can "properly gauge how cheap your tastes are"

~Melone~

-Also awful just in a completely different way compared to Illuso

-Very affectionate, almost treats you like a pet with how much he dotes on and touches you

-Obviously this weirdo is gonna say some freaky shit to try getting you flustered or embarrassed

How He Flirts With/Teases You

-Like I said, he's very touchy. He'll drape his entire body across your own when you guys are trying to sit and watch TV, he'll hang off of you when you're trying to cook, he'll have his hands on some part of you as long as he has you within the same general area

-Loves to spoil you with material items too, so he'll drag you along on shopping trips a lot. Most of the time, he wants to get you clothing, so there will be a lot of him picking out some rather revealing outfits and loudly encouraging you to try them on and model for him

-When you guys are paired on long-distance missions, he always books a hotel/motel room with only one bed so the two of you will have to sleep together. You usually wake up with him drooling all over the side of your face, which is gross, but whatever

-He isn't all weird though, Mel keeps a notebook full of everyone on the team's favorite things, and he uses your page quite often. He'll pick up your favorite food or drink if he sees it when he's out, he'll get some random bit of merchandise from your favorite media if he finds it, though he always leaves this stuff right outside your bedroom door instead of giving it to you directly

~Ghiaccio~

-God this guy can't flirt for shit

-He tries really hard to come across as mysterious and cool but he really just...isn't good at it. It makes him look a lot meaner than he already is with how his resting face looks and the way he phrases a lot of his sentences

-Sometimes it can be really cute when you guys are all alone and he decides he doesn't have to keep up his extreme-asshole personality

How He Flirts With/Teases You

-Loves sneaking up on you and demanding you accompany him on a drive; doesn't matter what you were doing beforehand you are in the car and getting a CD booklet shoved into your lap. He's pretty quite during the whole thing, which kinda makes you second guess his intentions with bringing you out into the country at 11 pm, but eventually he'll drop the scowl and work up the courage to keep his hand on your thigh

-Likes spouting a bunch of random facts about literally anything around you so it makes him look smart. It really just makes him look douchey, but he really doesn't know any other way to impress someone

-Sometimes he'll get Melone to have a fake argument with him so he can go to you and just spend time around you. He doesn't know how to ask to hang out with someone without sounding like he's trying to kill them, so this is the best he can do

-Has definitely made the base much colder than it should be and has hidden most of your heavier jackets/sweaters so he can give you some of his own

~Sorbet and Gelato~

-They're both so scary but they're also both really good at making that scary insanely hot

-Gelato is a lot more touchy with you than Sorbet is, and Sorbet definitely is touchy but he's more prone to flirting through words rather than touch alone

-They are so so weird and Gelato definitely bites

How They Flirt With/Tease You

-They both talk very loudly about the prospect of adding a third person to their relationship when you're around; if you have the courage to look at them during these conversations you'll usually find their eyes already on you

-Gelato likes to corner you in a random room in the house that nobody else is in, grab you, them lean in really close to your face until your noses are practically touching. He'll stare at you like that for a couple minutes before giggling like a weirdo and running off to find Sorbet again

-Sometimes Sorbet will call you into the kitchen to help him cook, and while you're reaching for something in the cabinets or refrigerator he'll come up behind you and keep his hands on your waist and whisper some random sexy bullshit in your ear before walking back to the stove

-Sometimes if it's just the three of you in a room, or god forbid the whole house, they'll never leave you alone. Sorbet likes to creep up behind you to scare you while Gelato keeps you in place from the front, effectively trapping you in between the two

#la squadra jjba #la squadra headcanons #la squadra di esecuzione #la squadra x reader #jjba x reader #risotto nero x reader #prosciutto x reader #pesci x reader #illuso x reader #formaggio x reader #melone x reader #ghiaccio x reader #sorlato jjba #sorlato x reader #sorbet and gelato x reader

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Been meaning to discuss this for a while; time to talk about how Toga’s still afraid of heroes and thinks they’d kill her even after her battle/girl talk with Uraraka, and ramble about all the ways I think that’s still a problem & why Uraraka will still need to address that in the future if she ever wants to actually save Toga. (Which I think it’s safe to say she hasn’t done yet, what with Toga dying ‘n all.)

Because yeah, for as much as Uraraka’s done for her in these last few chapters, Toga’s opinions of heroes as a whole is still less than nuclear waste. She still thinks the other heroes will kill her or lock her up for life. Y’know, half her character motive. And with how loosey goosey the heroes have been playing with their morals since Jin’s death, we don’t have much reason to think she’s wrong. Heck for as much as she thinks she’s different, Toga still thinks Uraraka was gonna lock her up and just give her blood in jail and we never really got a reason to think she’s wrong about that either, besides just assuming Uraraka wouldn’t do that anyway.

“Eliminating the freaks from the world” that’s what Toga thinks a ‘plain ol hero’ would do at this moment. (Or “Kill the deviant” if you prefer the slightly more upfront fan translations.)

And Toga cites this frightened opinion of heroes is a contributing factor to trying to off herself, in addition to wanting to save Ochako. It makes sense after all, if her only fates are death or life in Tartarus 2.0 then even if she’s given up fighting for her life and is ready to die; why flip that coin? And while I don’t want to take away from Toga’s love motivating her sacrifice to save Uraraka; this fear gets no such pass for motivating Toga to remove all of her blood. Even if I don’t expect the death to stick; if this issue nearly robs Uraraka of saving Toga, then someone should probably address it in the text at some point.

On that note, is this not proof that Toga hasn’t been saved if the heroes she’s been afraid of since middle school are still executioners to fear in her eyes? And the way that like 99.9% of the heroes over at UA were trying to kill Tomura just proves her right. So I think this one’s a systemic issue where the heroes need to change, instead of an internal issue Toga needs to get talked through. Because look, I know some readers I don’t much respect will say Toga deserves whatever’s coming to her; but if a teenage girl is killing herself so heroes can’t catch her, there’s an extent to which we’ve got to acknowledged those heroes having an image problem.

Man, stuff like this is why I keep hoping for a My Hero part 2. You obviously can’t resolve this kind of story line with Toga dead and being right to kill herself because that’s a messed up note to end on; but I’m sorry, you also can’t have her wake up in a villain hospital to see some hero tell her “What, of course you’re alive, why would you think we would kill you? By the way we still think we were right to kill your friend, we’re not sorry about it, and we’ll do it again the next time we face a threat with a quirk we deem too strong”. There’s no quick and easy resolution to half of Toga’s entire character motive, even less than there is for Dabi’s suicidal ideation; but that’s just where we’re left with this plot thread as it stands.

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Also if I may go on a tangent unrelated to Toga just to get some more stuff off my chest:

Man remember when it was publicly unthinkable for heroes to kill people, to the point that the closest Ending could find to such a hero was the guy who killed a Nomu zombie? I mean I know the HC had heroes assassinate people but at least that was discrete because it was expected heroes shouldn’t kill and was probably even illigal. It didn’t have public/hero support that gave the impression heroes killing people will become more common. How come every aspect of hero society looks like it’ll stagnate or get worse with this arc? I mean we’ve got the corruption, the heteromorphobia, the war crimes, the treatment of those labelled villains, all on top of this murder stuff. Is this not all embarrassing for the heroes who’re supposed to be symbols of hope and goodness? What is going on with these hero society plot points these past few arcs?

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#This is probably pretty unrefined/unpolished but I wanted to get it off my chest.#bnha #bnha 395 #toga himiko #twice #jin bubaigawara #shigaraki tomura #dabi #paranormal liberation front #PLF #uraraka ochako #class 1a #hero society #my stupid long term predictions

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ok ok I know you're probably busy and all and you just wrote something for an anon buuuuut im begging for some ireland and north bonding, i loved reading your england and north fic seeing england telling north no but north saying ireland would let him was hilarious tbh. need some irish bois being nice to eachother pls

All for you, Anon

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Bog Bodies

On his haunches, North took a sip of water from his bottle with one hand and rummaged about his rucksack with the other. The findings were poor: some sandwiches at the bottom under his jacket, now partially squashed, a packet of crisps that had miraculously not popped after he’d sat on the bag forgetting that they were in there, and one lone chunk of Yellowman. Abysmal. He should have thought to pack more, he knew that this wasn’t going to be a short adventure. A Jammey Joey at least.

‘How long do you think they’ll be till they’re done?’ He asked his brother, glancing up at him and jerking his head towards the action they’d spent most of the day secretly watching. ‘Till they finish up here, like.’

Ireland shrugged lazily, ‘Until they’re done finding things, I expect. There’s a lot of peat to cover.’

‘Okay, how long till we’re done.’

‘Till it feels time to go.’

In comparison to North squatting on the floor like a grubby troll- he’d been standing for hours and he was tired- his older brother was leant against a wide, fat oak, his long arms crossed over his chest. He was looking at the happily buzzing archaeologists in the distance carefully, watching for their discoveries or any misbehaviour North couldn’t quite tell. The humans been there ever since the news of the headless corpse the day before, having swarmed the old bog as soon as they’d been alerted, and had been ferrying their equipment to and fro and generally making a big mess of the place ever since. Ireland and North had come to join them not long after, watching them map out the area and begin to excavate whilst the land owners waited on the sidelines.

North eyed Ireland’s own much fatter and well-stocked bag enviously, ‘They’ve already found the most important thing, though.’

Ireland snorted and grinned, ‘That’s subjective.’

‘Not really. Headless ancient corpse versus...?’

Ireland rolled his eyes but didn’t reply.

‘Could always be another in there, I suppose.’ North stood and shook out his feet.

‘Might well be. That sort of thing was common.’

‘They seem to be popping up all the time now.’

‘More in Denmark.’ Ireland ruffled his floppy hair off his forehead and recrossed his arms, ‘But different thing, obviously.’

A bog body was a bog body, as far as North could see. Tanned, leathery skin, well preserved nails and hair. Facial features which looked more lifelike than North would like if he were honest with himself, younger and closer to the modern day than could first be perceived considering the age of some of the finds. Many hundreds, sometimes thousands of years old. Where they came from and how they came to be in the bog in the first place was generally as unknown from one case to another, but the morbid curiosity about them was the same. Quick peeks into the past always held a draw.

This was different though, as Ireland had said. This was theirs. Or rather, the man they had found this time around chopped in half in the peat was Ireland’s.

More than even that, North realised. The discovery of this ancient person was more Patrick’s the person than anyone other than their close family would ever know. Someone he might once have known personally and things he might have owned, a culture he had once shared and understood and encompassed. His personal history as well as his people’s, depending on how old this particular find was.

‘You hoping they find something that you once dumped in there?’ North asked him, trying to sound nonchalant about the question.

Ireland let out a bark of laughter, ‘Not here. Might not look like much now but this place was special. Too special to piss about around.’

‘But you dumped stuff in other places, then.’

‘Not dumped.’ Ireland corrected, ‘I used to leave little wooden figures about here and there.’ He held up his hands about a foot apart, ‘Maybe this big. Added along to ceremonies people held or whenever I passed by alone.’

‘What for?’

‘What for is a question.’ Ireland frowned thoughtfully and glanced back out to the archaeologists. ‘Several reasons. Luck, offerings, promises. Can’t remember all of them. Copied what Mama used to do.’

Several branches of questions opened up at once. His brothers didn’t talk about their mother or childhood often- topics easily brushed off or for some reason hard to bring up in the first place- and North always felt uncomfortable poking at the former. Mama was a parent who was potentially his, but wasn’t, someone he felt that he should love and respect when she was as distant to him as a God was.

Sensing that this was an opportunity he shouldn’t waste, North carefully chose the avenue he felt would yield the most answers.

‘What were the idols of?’

‘People, Gods, us, animals.’ Ireland waved a hand, ‘I’ll make you one sometime. Been a while since I practiced. Or Alisdair can, his used to be half decent. Don’t ask Rhys though, his are shit.’

‘They might find one.’

‘Might do. Wood rots though.’

‘So does skin, and look what happened.’

A scurrying of men and women along their walkway and back to far afield cars made them both pause, something small and wrapped carried amongst them. The spiked edges of their talk floated back to their spot in the trees, high and excited. It was empty landscape, no human activity apart from the archaeology dig, but North could feel a thrum in the air, the last notes of what first called him and his brother to this place. Something he couldn’t name but which connected him to everything.

Stay, stay. Watch, and remember.

North wasn’t really too sure why he was here. This was his brother’s land after all, his brother’s ancient people and lost ways, not his, but still this was connected to him somehow. Or, it was better to say that it was something he was connected to, something that was apparently important for him to witness for his people’s benefit- the circle of time connecting him to his siblings’ past to fill him in on what he had missed.

There was so much of his brothers’ lives which came before him. North felt Croghan Hill at his back, heavy and looming in the summer sun. How many different peoples had that hill seen? How many of North’s own family, past his sibling’s mother and beyond? So many mortal lives caught in its shade, so many centuries before he’d even been thought of. What had any of this got to do with him, he who couldn’t understand the significance of what was being found.

‘This is for you too, you know.’ Ireland seemed to sense something of what North was thinking. He tilted his head to one side, his eyes still on the dig site and the treasures within, ‘All connects back to a point we’re both a part of.’

‘The bog bodies?’

‘Not just them, or any of what they find like this. What they represent.’ He turned to North, the usual jokey expression in his eyes replaced with something more serious, ‘It’s a culture that’s not here anymore but that is still a part of us, even if we can't see it. It matters the same to both of us.’

‘But it wasn’t mine is it.’ North dug his hands into his jean pockets, ‘I wasn’t alive to experience it. I don’t even know what any of that was for.’

Ireland looked at him, face unreadable, then looked away. ‘If you say so.’

North looked at him. ‘What?’

Ireland shrugged, ‘If you say so.’

‘What do you mean, if I say so?’

‘If you think this has nothing to do with you, then who am I to tell you any different.’

‘Wh- I don’t..’ North clicked his tongue, ‘What the fuck does that mean.’

‘What? You wanted me to tell you something different?’

‘No-‘

‘You want me to sit here and hold your hand and tell you there there babby, everything’ll be grand?’

‘No! Christ, fuck off, then.’

Ireland shrugged again, one armed and apathetic, and turned away. North felt his cheeks heat up.

‘It’s true, isn’t it? That out there’s for you, that’s your old people.’

‘Sure.’

‘Well then. Then, what’s it got to do with me?’

Ireland shook his head, his mouth downturned in disappointment or frustration. ‘Why are you asking me? You seem to have your own opinion.’

‘Why’d you have to be a cunt about it.’

Ireland snorted, ‘Being a cunt am I-‘

‘You are. You’re-‘

‘Rather that than a thick-headed child.’

‘-brushing me off, it was a valid fucking question.’

‘It wasn’t a question; you were simpering for something.’

North recoiled, ‘Simpering-!’

‘Aye, you were.’ Ireland’s cheeks were ruddy in the high way they did only when he got truly annoyed about something, ‘You wanted me to convince you that this does matter to you, give you a clean old line of evidence that you can take away and make yourself feel better with. I already did that enough and I ain’t arguing my point. You either take what I said and try to make sense of it, or you don’t. I’m not going to stand here and put up with you begging for validation.’

North clenched his jaw, his teeth aching with the pressure of not immediately shouting back.

‘People will take voiced doubt as truth.’ Ireland continued, stepping closer. He was still taller than North, still holding the upper ground, and North had for remind himself not to take the automatic instinct to step back, ‘Makes them question and think when they might not have done before. And you feeding into self-pity is pissing annoying. It’s pathetic; I don’t want to hear it.’

‘It was a question.’ North felt a shameful sting in his eyes. He pushed away the knowledge that his brother had hit on a truth he hadn’t him to voice, ‘I-‘

‘It wasn’t a question, don’t give me that. You wanted me to tell you why any of that-‘ a sharp wave of Ireland’s hand towards the humans on the bog, ‘-is for you.’

North swallowed, the core of it too cleanly said to deny, ‘Yes.’

Ireland shook his head, ‘Think for yourself, boy. Did you feel a need to come here?’

‘Yeah.’

‘If I hadn’t called you, if I hadn’t come, would you have anyway?’

North nodded. He would have, it wasn’t a feeling that could be ignored.

‘Then that’s your confirmation. That’s important for you and yours too, that’s it.’

‘But why.’

‘How the fuck should I know. I don’t have it all written down here in rules, now do I.’ Ireland moved back to his spot against the tree, standing there stiff, ‘You’re supposed to have a brain, you tell me.’

North shrugged helplessly, ‘Because my people are interested? Because it’s news. Because it’s an older culture of this island and people want to look for something recognisable that they’ve kept?’

Ireland’s expression didn’t change, ‘And what do you think is true?’

‘I dunno, all of them?’ North let out a breath, ‘A little bit of all of them for different people.’

As he said it, he felt that it was probably true. There wasn’t one good answer but the fact was that he was here to watch anyway. Ireland was right, that meant something, even if North didn’t know exactly what.

Ireland waited a while before speaking, as if he was waiting for North to say something more or question him again. When neither were forthcoming, he nodded and leant back more easily against the tree trunk, crossing his feet and the ankles to rest on his heels, ‘I’m not here because all in that there bog was a culture I was part of. I’m here to watch it dragged out of the dirt because it’s something that will mark the people today. Look for what’s the same and not what’s different, you’ll never get anywhere otherwise.’

The ancient hill and the shiny metal cars that now drove around it, small and modern under forgotten giants. The same could be said about them and the archaeologists: Ireland watching the return of something he’d lost, and North watching it unfold to learn what would become a part of him, as the humans picked it all from the peat. The old and new, two sides of the same coin used for any purpose humans chose.

North pressed his lips together, his throat feeling tight. ‘Yeah. I get it.’ He paused, ‘Thanks.’

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ireland shake his head with a small smile, ‘You called me a cunt.’

‘You are a cunt.’

‘Ouch.’ Ireland held a hand to his chest in mock injury, ‘That hurt my feelings.’

‘You don’t have any feelings.’

‘In that case, I won’t share what’s in my bag.’

North looked to it, then back to his brother. His stomach rumbled, ‘I was wrong.’

‘Thank you.’

‘You’re not a cunt.’

‘I know, I’m so lovely.’

‘What’s in the bag?’

Ireland toed it with his shoe and grinned, ‘Just cheese sandwiches.’

‘I take it back; you are a cunt.’

‘Your loss.’

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AN:

Bog Bodies are human remains found in old peat bogs. The make up of the soil- the lack of oxygen and the particular mineral make up- is wonderful for preserving organic material by tanning it to almost leather. The result is perfectly preserved people, down to the hair on their heads or the pores of their skin

This story is set in 2003 and the discovery of Old Croghan Man, noted in different sources to have been found in May or June near Croghan Hill which the man was named after. The hill is very old and part of ancient and surviving modern local mythology, but the area itself was also regarded as something very special, a portal from our world to another beyond

Bog bodies ended up where they did for a variety of reasons: murder, accident, or even sacrifice. The old Irish Kings, as is one theory suspected for Old Croghan Man, could be held responsible for bad weather, or a bad harvest, and sacrificed to appease the Gods in the bog

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I watched Teen Titans: The Judas Contract (2017) because The Batman (2022) was too long.

7/10

spoilers, obviously. here are my live thoughts:

I THINK ITS A DICKORY MOVIE AND IF IT IS I WILL BE SO HAPPY YOU HAVE NO IDEA

Kory kissed him to learn English- I'm laughing so hard right now this is hilarious.

if i had watched this movie in 2020 i would have realized i was bi a lot sooner

The coloration of the "Five Years Ago" and "Now" text is messing with my designer heart rn

it's the red nightwing outfit!!!!!! i havent got to see that much. i much prefer the blue bc there's already like seven red batfam members but like i do think it looks stylish because its dick and dick pulls off everything

"Nightwing." "Nightwing." "Dick..!" "oh, yeah?"

OH THEY'RE SO CUTEEEEEEEE

"they're different..." trails off. "like kory will tell you." "noo, you go aheaddd..." "I've been studying them for years--"

I ALREADY LOVE THEM "robin stop complimenting the bad guys"

no they did not just got there (at 9:40)

damian is just such a brat i love him

kicking my feet, squealing, giggling, throwing up BECAUSE SHE HAS HIS NINE AND HE HAS HER SIX--

i took a fifteen minute break to do the math on how old dick and kory are and got 36?!??!?!?!

garfield has no rizz

i just got like... punched in the gut seven times??? "i just miss my son"

it's the fact that damian is like "i approve of your gf" and nightwing's like "okay???"

"You don't have to move a mountain to help people, Terra." - Probably the theme of this movie

i was not ready for the sexual jokes

oh no raven is on the groundddd

how stupid is damain?!?!??!?!?!?!! especially after the part that slade says about lazarus pits?! he has to know that there is no way he can feasibly win this! and terra isn't helping! which means that terra is probably working with slade!!! GUESS WHO CALLED IT!!!!!!!!!!!

oh god this slade and terra stuff is no good

please tell me that we were not about to get a dick and kory makeout scene

oh thank god for damian

oh my god imagine going into your surpise party thinking people are about to kill you :skull:

ugh i dont like this garfield selfie timeskip whatever

and hasn't anyone noticed robin isn't here???

im doing os much calculations rn for no reason at all

AWWWWWWWWWWWWW STARFIRE'S GOT SOMETHING TO SAYYYYYYYYYY THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AND THEY JUST WANT THE BEST FOR EACH OTHER I LOVE THEM

aw. beastboy being supportive

"Do you know why I'm an orphan?" "uhhh... your parents died?"

nooo terra and beast boy kissed absolutely not they are not for each other terra doesn't need any relationships periodddd

aww but bb is really cute after so ig it makes it a lil better

slade shut up this is supposed to be a nice moment

i will never get over dick calling kory babe its too precious i love them so much

i dont trust that gift. i dont trust that.

they're making their moveeeeee- they're taking all the titansss oh noooo

i think that leaves nightwing as the last survivor which is really nerve wracking because i love dick grayson so much??

gar youre so stupid

oh no kory i love you kory please be okayyy

dick just got shot in the chest oh my god, oh my god. screaming crying hyperventilating oh my god oh my god oh my god.

oh i shouldve known he'd be just fine htis is why i love him hes so dependable

OH MY GOD HE JUST RE-SET HIS SHOULDER ON A SUPPORT BEAM HOLY MOLY

"What did you do to Robin?" "I beat the crap out of him for being mouthy."

i have the stupidest sense of humor.

guys i love dick grayson so much and he's the only one left and mmmmm im so ready for this i love dick grayson hes my favorite

ohhh huh terra's getting betrayeeddddd (i never liked terra even though she makes sense she just gives me ickies)

eugh i hate slade he just likes to make sexual references to people that he should not be making those references to i know hes like a predator but it just doesnt make me happy

what is this machine even doing? is it draining their blood? you would need some sort of needle or something? ik that brother blood said something about life? is it draining their life force like some kind of dark crystal jim henson type stuff? what's going on with it? their powers? like... if they wanted nightwing then they weren't going for powers, and they did regular humans first anyway? i dont understand.

woah its the titans against a villian with similar powers!!!!!!!! /j

i like this first pairing of kori and jaime and gar and raven against brother blood and damian and dick against slade bc it feels really personal and also fair.

terra was obivously going to save them all there was no doubt in my mind.

and then teamwork and then they win because of course they do

woah she just shot him like three times that was excessive

oh noooo terraaaaa ( im not sad )

DAMIAN GOT A PUPPY EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD IS RIGHT WEONFOIEWFOIBEWOINFOWNEONFEW

"Terra Markov was like a diamond, the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen."

no beast boy dont make me feel for her

i just realized that i think i called "jaime" "hime" for some godforsaken reason i swear to god my ears are stupid.

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final thoughts:

this movie was a bit much for me on sexual innuendos and references, but most of it was plot relevant. i love to see dickory so im good with that. animation was good. characters were good. had to warm up to gar but that's okay.

7/10

#dick grayson #damian wayne #koriand'r #kori anders #terra markov #garfield logan #rachel roth #raven #blue beetle #jamie reyes #nightwing #starfire #beast boy #Teen Titans: the Judas Contract #movie thoughts #movie review

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Better Vibrations - also on AO3

Matt thinks Adam and Yuta should have to wear vibrators during a match, too. Luckily Blood and Guts is right around the corner. A sequel to "Good Vibrations."

*sighs* Look I didn't ask for this. Similar disclaimers as the previous one. Actually, no. I'm copy/pasting. I cannot stress enough how much of a bad idea it is to do ANY OF WHAT'S IN THIS FIC in real life. Don't accidentally involve your friends in your sex stuff without them knowing. Don't - don't use vibrators when you're doing something for work. I just. I can't stress enough that this is a work of chaotic fiction that should NOT BE TAKEN AS REALITY and should never be replicated. This is another written retelling of the match, but instead from the perspectives of Adam and Wheeler during Blood and Guts. Without further ado, here we go. I'm ending up on a list for this fic, that's for damned sure.

Adam

“Matt. Seriously.”

“What?!” Matt asks, throwing his arms in the air. He looks bitchy and pouty and annoyed, and all Adam wants to do is throw him on the floor and fuck him into bliss. “You and Yuta made me and Mox do it. You should do it, too.”

Adam fights a smile. “Baby, if you want to use more toys, just ask me.”

“I – okay, yes, obviously, but I also think it’s fair for you and Yuta to have to do it during Blood and Guts.” Adam watches Matt squirm. “Shut up. But it’s fair.”

“You can’t make people wear vibrators during Blood and Guts, Matty,” Adam says. “I’m pretty sure that’s illegal.”

“I wouldn’t make anybody do anything.” Matt’s pout gets even more ridiculous. “I’m just saying it would be fair.” There’s a hint of a smile behind a pout, something Adam recognizes.

Adam laughs and sits next to him. “You think it would be fun?”

Matt nods and turns the eyes back on Adam. “I’m a mess all the time, you know? It would be fun to see you and Yuta get all…” He trails off and does some weird gesture with his hands. “You know.”

Adam can’t fight his smile. “What if it doesn’t affect us?”

Matt scoffs. “Of course it’ll affect you. Tops never know what to do with themselves when they’re not in control.”

“Rude.”

“True,” Matt fires back. He grins. “If you don’t want to, I’m not going to push. But I figure we could bring it up, and…” He trails off, and aims huge boo-boo eyes at Adam.

“Oh,” Adam says. “I get it. You want to get fucked by Yuta again.”

“Not necessarily!” Matt says. Adam doesn’t break his stare. “But yes.”

Adam pulls him in and kisses Matt softly. “You’re doing so much better with asking for what you want, baby,” Adam murmurs against Matt’s lips. “Good job.”

Matt makes a sweet little satisfied hum as he snuggles into Adam’s chest. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Adam yanks him in close. They fall back on the bed, and Matt rolls on top of Adam. “Hi there.”

“Hi,” Matt says. He shifts, legs bracketing Adam’s hips. “So, we don’t have to be at the airport until, like, two o’ clock, right?”

Adam grins. “Jesus, you’re shameless.”

“Am not!” Matt says, face turning pink. “Just. We started talking about the match, and the vibrators, and then I remembered what happened after Anarchy.” He grinds down slowly, deliberately, and Adam’s vision goes a little blurry as he gets obscenely hard obscenely fast. “Kinda hot, right?”

Adam exhales slowly, trying to keep from grabbing Matt and fucking him into oblivion too quickly. He needs to let Matt talk it out, make him ask for what he wants. “Very hot.”

“Can – will you fuck me?” Matt asks. “And talk to me about that last time?”

“You want a play by play or the highlights?” Adam asks, settling his hands on Matt’s hips. “You want me to remind you how good you looked underneath Wheeler, or how good Mox felt around me?”

“No!” Matt says, the pout back in full force even as he reaches down to palm at his own cock. “Talk about –” He cuts himself off with a bite of his lip.

“Say it,” Adam tells him, sliding his hands up the front of Matt’s shirt. “You want me to talk about what you got to do that night, don’t you?”

“Mhm,” Matt says, eyelashes fluttering closed. “Yeah, tell me how I looked.”

Adam laughs and turns them over again, and revels in how lucky he is to be back here.

Wheeler

“Mox, come look at this.”

Wheeler wiggles his phone as he stretches out on the gym mat, holding it up. Mox walks over from where he was mid-squats. “What am I looking at?”

“Hangman texted me,” he says. “Look.”

Mox’s face is as confused as he reads it as Wheeler predicts his own was a second ago. “The fuck does he mean by ‘Matt is probably going to text you and I need you to be realistic about your response’ mean?” He stares at Wheeler. “Do these fuckin’ Elite idiots ever speak like normal people?”

“Doubt it,” Wheeler says, going back to his crunches. “Keep an eye out for a text from Matt, I guess. Maybe something about a stipulation?”

Mox barks out a laugh, clearly avoiding his burpee regimen Bryan’s trying to force him to do. “What, like we gotta do the match with cock rings next time?” He pauses. “Wait, that could be fun.”

“If you don’t do your burpees, Bryan’s gonna kill you,” Wheeler muses, flipping over to start his planks. Mox walks over and sits on his back, because he’s an asshole. “Hey!”

“What?” Mox asks. “Do I have to tell Bryan you can’t handle his special planks anymore?”

Wheeler rolls his eyes and makes sure he keeps perfect posture. “No. But no cock rings. That seems counterintuitive. We were trying to make each other have awkward sexual reactions, not prevent them.”

“That implies I don’t usually get boners during matches,” Mox muses. Wheeler can feel the moment he pulls both legs off the floor, and grunts. “Make noises like that and I might pop one right now.”

“I might pop you,” Wheeler growls. He pushes over and flips Mox off of him, then pins him to the floor. Knees on his thighs, hands on his wrists.

Mox licks his lips and grins up at him. “Promise?”

“Are you ever not horny?”

Mox considers it. “Probably when I’m asleep, sometimes.”

“I’ve woken up to your morning wood, so I doubt it,” Wheeler says. He glances around to make sure the rest of the gym is empty and leans down, kissing some of the stupid out of Mox. He thinks they could have been there all morning until his phone buzzes next to Mox’s head, and he’s too curious about what it’ll say to resist.

[9:43am]

Hi! This is Matt Jackson. Adam and I were talking and I was thinking that for Blood and Guts you and Adam could wear vibrators this time. Let me know!

Wheeler blinks a few times at the text. “Mox, I think Matt Jackson might be weirder than you.”

“I could see it. Why?”

Wheler flips the phone so Mox can see it, and watches as a grin spreads across Mox’s face. “Oh, that’s good. That’s really good.” He bats away the phone. “You’re doing it.”

“What?!”

“Come on, I did it!” Mox says. “And this is a chance to prove you’re better than Hangman or something.”

Wheeler rolls his eyes. “That’s not what this is.”

“It’s what it could be.” Mox looks up at him. “I think it could be fun!”

“Are you trying to do boo boo eyes?”

“No!” Mox says.

“You’re a shit liar.” Wheeler laughs as he rolls off of Mox. “Alright. I’ll do it. It’s stupid, but I’ll do it.”

Mox grins. “Oh, hell yes. You’re gonna be so miserable.”

“Am not!”

“Are too.” Mox does a few burpees. “Now we’ll be able to figure out which of the four of us could put up with more.”

Wheeler snickers. “You know you lost to Matt last time, right?”

“I didn’t!”

“You totally did.” Wheeler pats his cheek. “But it’s okay. You’re old.”

“He’s older than me!”

Wheeler blinks. “Well shit.”

Adam

“Okay, so we should be getting the packages – shut up, Moxley, that is not what I meant – tomorrow around eight in the morning,” Matt says over facetime. He and Adam have been in Boston exploring for an hour or two at this time, but Adam insisted they face time with Mox and Wheeler for their answer. Adam was actually kind of surprised Wheeler agreed.

“Sure, yeah,” Mox says, waving his hand. “Put it outside our hotel room.”

“Might be better just to drop it off hand to hand,” Adam mentions. “That way nobody else finds it and asks questions.”

“I still think we should have used the other ones,” Mox says. He’s upside down. Adam doesn’t feel like he has the bandwidth to ask why. “Sanitizing is a thing.”

“That one is mine and I’m keeping it,” Matt says. “But, yeah. We’ll give it to the two of you tomorrow morning.”

“Yeah, we will,” Adam says.

Matt pokes him in the ribs. “No! No sex jokes. Not yet.”

“No sex jokes about vibrators?” Mox asks. “Jackson, what is wrong with you?”

Matt shrugs. “Oh, we’re losing service. Notoriously bad in Boston. You know-it-erp okay buy!”

Adam stares at him as the aquarium line moves up. “Did you just fake the connection failing?”

“You can’t prove anything.”

Wheeler

“You’re gonna be fine,” Mox says. He pulls Wheeler in and kisses the top of his head, ruffling his hair. “No, you’re gonna kill it. Hell, kill them, I don’t care.”

Wheeler laughs. “I feel like that would lead to a lot of questions I don’t feel like answering.”

“What, why one of ‘em got a little frisky friend in their…pocket?” Mox winks and blows a bubble, snapping his gum.

“That maybe be your weirdest sentence yet,” Wheeler mutters, but he wiggles a little bit. Every once in a while, even when off, the vibrator slides up against that one spot and sends a distracting zing up his spine. “How the hell did you and Matt handle this when you did it?”

Mox shrugs. “Helped me focus, actually. Something other to think about than what to do next. I got off, and then I acted.” He sighs, a little dreamily. “I kind of miss it.”

“No,” Wheeler says. “I’m not doing this again. You can, in a singles match. But not with me.”

Mox grins at him. They both jump as Hangman’s music hits, and Mox pulls out the controller. “Keep an eye on the monitor, baby. This is gonna be good.”

Wheeler watches as Adam reacts to the match and the shifting vibrator. He’s not exactly sure what Mox is doing – something batshit crazy, Wheeler can only assume – until the music starts again.

“That’s my cue.” Mox leans in and kisses Wheeler hard, enough to make his head spin. “Good luck.”

Wheeler’s eyes are glued to the monitor as he waits for his music. When he hears Young Bucks music hit he freezes, expecting Matt, but it’s Nick instead. He has two more minutes before things get crazy.

And then the vibrator kicks in.

“Jesus fuck!” he squeaks, jumping half a foot.

Takeshita stares at him. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” Wheeler manages. “I’m – just excited for the match, is all.”

Takeshita nods slowly, like he can tell something weird is happening, but he thankfully doesn’t say another word.

Wheeler walks out to his music with a chair in his hands. It’s go time, whether he’s ready for it or not.

The anticipation makes him run, like the energy building inside him grows with every movement of the vibrator.

“This is fucking stupid,” he grumbles as he gets into the ring, but the chance to slam Hangman with the chair makes it easier to tolerate. He wails on whoever comes near him for a few minutes, for the fun of it.

Mox hands him a screwdriver. “A present for you. I got this one special.”

“You’re so fuckin’ weird.” But he takes the opportunity to stab Nick in the forehead with it, and it’s strangely satisfying. Not exactly the Buck he’d like to be brutalizing right now, he thinks as he suplexes Nick onto the chair, but it’s fun either way.

They get a few minutes to regroup, wailing on each other without any hesitation. At one point, Claudio’s kicking Adam in the stomach. It looks fun.

“My turn,” he singsongs, grinning down at Adam as he puts a boot into his gut.

“Dick,” Adam groans.

Wheeler’s about to say something back to him, but then the Young Bucks music hits. Shit.

“Oh, you’re in for it now,” Adam chuckles. “Yeah. Good luck.”

Yuta decides that fucking with Adam’s what will help him cope until Matt’s in the ring. He tries to hit Matt with a chair – and then he’s the one getting DDT’d on a chair. He rolls around on the ground, suddenly horrendously aware of the vibrator.

“The fuck is this?” he whimpers. Matt was right all those weeks ago – this weird waving motion is good. It’s too good.

He exhales, and thinks of eighth grade choir, and probably would have done better waiting three seconds for Kenny to punch him in the gut. “Ow!”

“Ow?!” Kenny asks as Yuta kicks him against the ropes. “We’re in a fight, dumbass, of course ow!”

Yuta rolls his eyes and manages to stand, shaking out his body. He feels overly coiled, like a spring forced together. It’s disorienting enough for Kenny to get the leverage over him, beating him hard until he shoves Wheeler’s face into the glass. He tastes blood on his teeth, and wishes it didn’t make him harder.

He rolls over, panting. He won’t give up this fast. He and Mox have been practicing for this kind of thing. Resisting it, holding it back, refusing to come until the last possible second.

His training fails him. Sitting up against a turnbuckle, Wheeler comes dry with his face in his hands. He didn’t even get a chance to say hi to Takeshita. He came before everyone was even in the ring. He sighs, trying not to feel too much shame as his body tingles back to normal. It happens to everyone, he suppose.

Or, as he watches his boyfriend pull out a screwdriver and nail board as he recovers from a televised orgasm nobody but three other people knew was even possible, maybe it doesn’t.

He checks in with Pac. “Did you know about that?” He points to the monstrosity Mox is currently grinning at.

“How would I?” Pac snarls. “I’m not the one shagging him behind the trailers, am I?”

Wheeler opens his mouth to answer. And reconsiders. “No, yeah, that’s fair.”

The two of them join in on messing with Matt and Adam, though, so at least the conversation is over.

When the countdown starts, though, he reconsiders his idea.

He’s always wanted to fight Ibushi, after all.

Before anyone can stop him, Wheeler runs out of the ring and up the ramp. The look in Ibushi’s eyes is enough to make him wonder if this was a bad idea. He doesn’t have to wonder much longer with the way Ibushi throws a forearm directly into his face.

He collapses to the floor, and wonders, just for a second, if he could stay here for the rest of the night.

And then the vibrator kicks on to high gear, and Wheeler’s vision blurs. He whimpers as he gets to his knees, scared for a second this is all going to go to shit, when he catches sight of Matt Jackson walking toward him.

“Oh, I’m fucked.” He feels the coiled spring in his lower back press tighter and tighter with every step of Matt Jackson toward him, with the way Matt licks his lips.

It’s the worst time to be reminded of the way Matt moans in bed, the way he felt around Yuta’s cock, the way – fuck.

“Yeah,” Matt says, gently. He lays a hand on Yuta’s back. It burns in the best way as Yuta pants through the orgasm. “Yeah, I know. That’s the problem with being young. You’re gonna come so many more times than you ever thought possible.”

His face is sweet, his smile is sweet. Hell, even the words themselves are sweet. But the gleam in Matt’s eyes is anything but, and Yuta is halfway to sure he’s going to die from orgasm overload tonight.

When he gets his legs under him again, Yuta stands. He shoves Matt down. “Don’t start with me,” he says, voice still sounding weak. He pretends not to notice it. He grabs Matt by the hair and drags him back to the ramp, expecting to get back in the ring, but then Matt hits him with a combination brain buster and vibrator setting shift.

“Fuck!” Wheeler yells. “Oh, god, fuck!”

Matt launches at him once he stands up and the two of them fly off the ramp onto the floor, fists and feet flying.

They yell at each other, back and forth, and Yuta doesn’t even know what he’s saying or where he is until he gets thrown into the side of the cage.

“Ow!” And then he looks up. “Matt, what the fuck are you wearing?!”

“Shark week,” he says like it’s an explanation, and shoves Wheeler’s face into the side of the cage again.

“Why are you so – stop being so strong!” Wheeler grumbles. Matt throws the hat in his face then follows it with a punch. “Jesus!”

“You’ve seen my biceps,” Matt says, shrugging. “I’m jacked, bitch.”

Wheeler crawls away to the steps, then changes his mind. He knows Matt’s afraid of heights. If he can bait him up to the top of the cage…

He throws Matt off of him with an eye rake and climbs the side of the cage as fast as he can. This only works if Matt’s more vengeful than scared, and he’s banking on it.

“Come and get it!” he yells down to Matt.

He watches the emotions scatter across Matt’s face – fear, concern, hesitation. And then Matt’s fingers are in the metal loops, and he’s climbing.

“Hey, you big baby!” Wheeler taunts. “Made it all the way up here without peeing your pants. Good job.”

“I’d make a joke about you making it into the match without coming in your pants, but we both know that’s not true.”

If anything earns a punch to the face that sure does, so Wheeler grabs Matt by his stupid perfect hair and hits him as hard as he can. Matt’s not backing down though, and they trade blows far too high up in the air.

“You think your boy’s holding out?” Wheeler scoffs. “Bet he’s come more times than me at this point.”

“More times?” Matt asks. “Like, more than once?” he laughs. “Oh, that’s great.”

Wheeler starts punching Matt in the mouth, because maybe, then he’ll shut up. It doesn’t last long enough though – Matt’s only stunned through a few, and next thing he knows he’s on the receiving end of about a thousand Northern Lights suplexes that almost send him over the edge of the cage.

“Ugh, fine,” Wheeler says. “Fuck off. I’m going back down.”

“Good,” Matt mumbles, rolled over on his side. “That way I know you won’t drag me down.”

Wheeler climbs down the side. He gets back into the ring just in time to engage with Kenny, but it doesn’t go as well as he wants – he wonders if Kenny saw his eye rake to Matt before they got on top of the cage.

He makes his way across the ring, because at least here he might have some luck against somebody, when something sharp rains down on his head.

“What the fuck?!”

“Weren’t you supposed to be taking care of him?” Claudio yells, wincing as metal pings off his shoulders.

“I thought I did!” Wheeler has more to say, of course, about Matt dropping thumbtacks on them from the top of the cage, but then Nick starts up with those stupid superkicks and Wheeler is reeling.

Reeling enough, it appears, for Adam to get him by the back of the neck and throw him into the corner.

“How are you?” he asks. It’s almost too kind, like they don’t both have vibrators inside them with their friends bloody and bruised around them.

“Fuck off,” Yuta spits. He tries to get out of Adam’s grasp, but he’s too strong. “You’re the one squirming on the ground every two minutes.”

“I’ve been out here longer than you,” Adam retorts, fire in his eyes.

Wheeler’s head spins as Adam wails on his head. He collapses in the corner again. The same corner where he came the first time, which is less than pleasant. He’s determined not to repeat history.

Matt must be busy, because the vibrator hasn’t changed in ages. It’s gentle and as unobtrusive as a vibrator in the ass can be. For the first time since the locker room, he feels okay.

He stands and gets back into the other ring, because beating the shit out of Nick Jackson seems fun. It is. They go back and forth for a few minutes until Matt sneaks up on him and gets him in a tombstone.

“What the fuck?!” he yells. He is painfully aware of how being upside down changes the way the vibrator works.

“Sucks to suck,” Adam yells to him. And then he’s dropped on the ground, and his head feels like lead.

He manages to get Matt up to the top turnbuckle and suplex him to the floor.

“Serves you right, you little shit.”

“You’re the little shit!” Matt yells at him from the floor. He spits out some of his own hair. “I’m gonna rip your teeth out.”

“Doubt it.”

Matt reaches for him, but Wheeler rolls his way to the other ring. He’s not willing to be wrong in calling Matt’s bluff. Clearly Matt’s been spending too much time with Mox.

He locks up with Matt where the rings meet, of course, because apparently he’s never allowed to be rid of this weird little gremlin, and he and Nick roll out of the attempt he had with Claudio to take them out. He’s on the floor, struggling to the ropes as he watches wrestler after wrestler get taken out and thrown to the floor. He takes the opportunity to get Nick into a stretch, and glances over his shoulder. Claudio’s got Matt in a giant swing.

“Serves him right,” Wheeler mutters. The satisfaction is short lived, though. Ibushi kicks him and he goes down faster than he’d ever admit. When he finally gets back to his feet, he’s glad the BCC has Kenny isolated. Maybe, just this once, the great Cleaner will go down without a fight.

Things go wrong more quickly than he can process. All of a sudden Claudio’s going after Pac, or Pac after Claudio. And Pac leaves. Wheeler knows, quickly, that things are about to go way downhill.

He’s distracted, and Kenny takes him out before he can do anything to resist. It’s slipping away from him so quickly. He can’t even fight off Nick as he drags him to the center of the second ring, throwing him into the tacks. All he can do is watch as Adam clocks Claudio with a Buckshot, and he barely knows what’s happened other than extreme impact. He’s kicked and hit and bleeding.

“Yuta!”

It’s Mox. But he doesn’t come.

Matt kicks him in the face with a shoe covered in thumbtacks. Nick shoves his face into the shoe. And then the cold chain wraps around him.

He won’t tap, and he won’t give up. He won’t be the reason they lose.

The sound of the bell is distant, confusing. “Didn’t tap,” he mumbles, but he can’t even tell if he can hear himself. And he can’t stop the relief as he collapses to the floor, the blood sliding down his face.

Claudio reaches him first, hands on his back, but Wheeler doesn’t want to see anyone but Mox.

“Did I tap?” Wheeler asks Claudio. “I didn’t, right?”

“No, you did not,” Claudio says. “You did wonderfully.”

He wishes he felt he did.

Claudio moves Wheeler so he’s sitting up a little more. It causes more blood to flood into his face.

“Yoots!”

Wheeler blinks the blood away from his eyes to see Mox crawling over to him, one arm unnaturally stretched behind him in the handcuff. “Hey.”

“I tapped,” Mox says. He looks anguished, devastated. “I – I couldn’t let them…they were – you weren’t going to make it.” He looks up at the Elite, who are having a conversation Wheeler can’t quite figure out. “Um, no!” Mox says in response to something from Adam. Then he points down at Wheeler.

“Oh.” Adam looks tired. “Right.”

Wheeler sits up. “Matt, you little shit, give me the key.”

“I don’t have it,” Matt says, frowning. He steps up, a little too closely, to Adam. “Key, please.”

Adam fishes around in his pocket, and something tumbles out. His eyes widen but Mox has grabbed it before Adam can go for it. Adam reaches in his pockets again and jolts a little bit. “Fuck!”

Wheeler turns to Mox, who grins. “Couldn’t resist a little more.”

“Shithead,” Adam grumbles, but he unlocks Mox’s hand without a fight. Mox stumbles over to Wheeler and practically collapses on top of him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, face buried in Wheeler’s chest. “I should have – I couldn’t break the handcuffs.”

Wheeler puts his hand on the back of Mox’s neck. “It’s okay,” he murmurs. “It’s all over now.”

They slowly get to their feet, Yuta’s entire body aching, and Matt and Adam are standing there, staring at the two of them.

Claudio hauls Mox and Wheeler fully to their feet, and they come face to face with the Elite. Wheeler doesn’t know what they’re going to do. If they’ll tease, if they’ll mock, if they’ll attack again. Kenny takes the mic and asks to shake their hands.

Wheeler’s hesitant as he does it, still waiting for the other shoe to drop. But they shake the Elite’s hands, and Adam and Matt squeeze just a little longer than they need to.

Adam

“This is a terrible idea,” Adam says, shifting back and forth.

Matt snickers. “I think it’s great. You look all weird. I’ve never seen your face like this.”

“Shut up,” Adam laughs. “This was your idea.”

“And I’m glad I had it.” Matt bumps Adam’s hip, and Adam has to fight the urge to twitch, the vibrator shifting. “Oh. Feeling it?”

“Shut up,” Adam says again. “This is so mean. How did you handle this?”

Matt shrugs. “I guess I’m just stronger than you are.” He tosses his hair over his shoulder. Adam has to resist the urge to throw him over his shoulder. His smile is gone quickly when Claudio’s music hits. Matt practically jumps and presses himself along Adam’s side.

“Clingy?”

Matt shakes his head. “Just – I know you have to go out before me, so I want to get time with you before you go.”

“Adorable,” Adam says. “Hey. This is going to be amazing. We’re going to win, and Ibushi is going to distract Kenny enough that they won’t notice our bullshit, and then we’ll go back to the hotel and do unspeakable things to each other later.”

Matt giggles. “I wish Nick would just talk to Claudio – that would take at least one more person out of our way.” He thinks. “We could throw someone at Takeshita, too.”

Adam laughs. “Oh, god, can you imagine him and Pac?”

“Unfortunately I just got a mental image of him and Callis.” Matt wrinkles his nose. “I need to go bleach my brain now.”

Kenny’s music is cued, and then it feels like a waiting game.

“When do you think I should turn it on?” Matt whispers, up on his toes, into Adam’s ear. “Once I start it, you know Mox will start yours.”

“Not until I’m out there,” Adam replies. He tries to shake off the stress, the anxiety. “Or, I don’t know. If Yuta goes out, you set it off.”

Matt giggles.

“What?”

“Just, you’re freaking out so much more than I was.” He looks smug. “I was right. Tops struggle so much more with this.”

“You try topping every once in a while, you goddamned pillow princess.” Adam leans over and kisses Matt’s temple. “All you gotta do is lay there and whimper all pretty.”

“You like it when I whimper all pretty,” Matt retorts.

Pac’s music stats.

“Could you two not talk about things like this when I’m right here?” Nick asks, turning to them a little miserably. “It’s bad enough my best friend and my brother are together again. Don’t make me hear the details, too.”

Adam chuckles into Matt’s hair. “Sorry, Nick.”

He’s on his toes, bouncing, when two things happen at once: his music hits, and the vibrator starts up.

Adam yelps and jumps about four feet in the air.

“What?” Nick asks, frowning. “What’s wrong with you?”

“He’s fine.” Matt’s grinning like a menace.

“I’m fine,” Adam says through gritted teeth.

Matt kisses him on the cheek. “Go have fun out there, Hanger.”

Adam laughs, a little hysterically. “Doing my best.”

The vibrator shifts in him as he scrambles up the stairs, but he stomps his way down the ramp with the goal of turning this energy into something productive.

Adam goes for Claudio first, then Pac. He’s caught off guard for half a second when Pac kicks him in the gut, but all it does is shift the vibrator to somewhere a little less aggressive. With the change, it’s relatively easy to keep focused, since the pattern is steady and gentle. He can focus a little like this, can take on Pac and Claudio at the same time to give Kenny a minute to rest.

The buzzing feels like another level of power running through him, adding to his fight. He can only hope the vibrator doesn’t shift again – Mox is playing with the settings. He knew it would happen, of course, but it feels a little unfair since Yuta isn’t even out here yet.

A big boot into Claudio shifts the vibrator into the wrong spot, sending the vibrator ballistic against Adam’s prostate. He goes for Pac, desperate for a distraction, but all he can do is grit his teeth. He adjusts his belt, convinced there’s some visual, some hint of what’s going on in his very tight pants.

“Of fuckin’ course,” he mumbles when Mox’s music turns on. He sends a silent prayer he hopes get to Matt: turn on Yuta’s vibrator. Making him start off kilter. It may be Adam’s only chance at survival.

Adam’s expecting Mox to come after him first as he yanks open the door to the cage. He didn’t expect the fork. Maybe, he thinks as pinpricks of pain trickle down his face, he should have.

“Having fun yet?” Mox asks, fork dug into Adam’s forehead.

“No,” Adam grumbles.

Adam manages to throw him off, but not long enough. With a wink and a grin, Mox shoves the fork into Adam’s gut. But it’s a cover, and Adam sees through it a second too late. Mox reaches down to palm Adam’s dick.

“Yeah, I figured,” Mox chuckles when he finds Adam hard. “Gonna fuck me for this later?”

“Shut up.” Adam doesn’t want to admit how good that sounds.

Adam’s stuck on the floor, feeling way too much at once, until Mox yanks him up and stabs him with a fork again.

“Oh,” Adam says, watching Mox roll out of the ring. He hears rustling. “Oh, that can’t be good.”

The bucket’s enough to worry Adam; he gets up and starts wailing on Mox as quickly as he can. Maybe, if he’s smart enough, he can get the stupid controller out of Mox’s pocket. Maybe, if he does the one thing Matt and Mox didn’t have the wherewithal to come up with in the heat of the moment during Anarchy, he can make it through this.

He grasps at Mox’s pockets while on his knees, but he can’t get to the controller. He looks up hopefully at the Young Buck’s music. He’s a little more disappointed than he should be when it’s Nick and not Matt.

It gives him the time, though, to collapse under the rings. Mox is doing something nefarious with the vibrator, turning it to some weird, intense pulsing. Adam should have figured out what was happening earlier – he’s done this with Matt a million times – but he doesn’t. He lays there, baffled, as he comes dry in his gear pants, in less than 10 minutes, in front of thousands. He only can hope that Nick is holding their attention.

He finally comes back to himself when Nick appears above him, shaking the ring ropes like a gremlin maniac. He’s not up fast enough though, his legs still jelly, and Mox gets ahold of Nick.

Adam winces, watching Nick and then Kenny get an unholy introduction to the glass. He does his best to pull himself to standing, but he’s still wobbly.

Mox wraps his jacket around Adam’s throat, reading something in Adam’s face. “Oh, shit,” Mox laughs. “You came already, didn’t you!” he gleefully declares.

“Fuck off,” Adam grumbles. He refuses to acknowledge how the vest around his throat smells like Mox. “Like you didn’t blow your load fast, too.”

“Not that fast,” Mox says. He looks almost giddy. Adam hates it. “You’ve never had one of those before, have you?”

“A vibrator up my ass?” Adam asks. “No.”

“A prostate orgasm,” Mox clarifies. “I have ideas for tonight.”

Before Adam can respond, Mox steps away from him. Adam’s about to jump up to get Mox’s ass, but Yuta’s music hits.

He grins.

“Your boy is gonna do so much worse than me.” He sounds giddy and stupid now, sure, but he deserves it. “Bet you Matt already cranked it to eleven.”

Mox turns Adam’s face. Unfortunately, Yuta looks terrifying as he walks into the ring.

“I gotta go,” Mox says, sliding his hand in his pocket. He presses some weird button and Adam’s hips jolt. “Have fun.”

He chucks Adam into the other ring like it’s nothing, right in front of Yuta.

“Hey, Cowboy,” he says with an infuriating smirk. “How you holding up?”

Before Adam can argue or say anything, Wheeler pulls the chair back and slams it into Adam’s gut. He thinks there are far more pertinent things to be concerned about in this setting, such as the possible busted appendix or perforated gall bladder, but he’s more focused on the way the second blow is right on Adam’s ass and sends the vibrator pressing against his prostate again.

Adam can’t do anything but while pathetically, and wish this was happening in private.

He squirms, less than pleased. “No,” he tells himself. “I’m not – not again.”

“Hey,” Nick says, crawling to Adam. “Adam, are you okay?”

“Fine,” Adam squeaks. “Yuta got me good with the chair.”

“Little shit,” Nick says. His eyes are lit up a little crazy, electric blue, and Adam reminds himself by Nick is probably the scariest member of the Elite. “Maybe I’ll stab him. Yeah, I could stab him!”

Adam doesn’t get the chance to reply, because Claudio or Yuta or somebody in blue yanks Nick away. He’d feel bad about not being able to save Nick, but his ass is doing some weird things and he’s preoccupied.

He’s not afforded enough down time, though. Claudio hauls him to his feet and wails on his in the corner.

“My turn,” Yuta singsongs. He kicks Adam in the stomach.

“Dick,” Adam groans. And then he hears it. “Oh, you’re in for it now.”

Yuta makes a strange face.

“Yeah,” Adam says, grinning. “Good luck.”

Adam glances over to see Matt stomping down the ramp, but he doesn’t get a chance to do a damned thing else with the way Mox, Claudio, and Yuta take turns hitting him with a chair.

He feels almost bad that Claudio’s not in on the joke.

Matt goes after Claudio and Mox like it’s nothing, like it’s fun, and smiles a little. That’s his guy.

Matt’s presence invigorates him, and he manages to get to his feet.

“Hey,” Matt says, concern written all over his face. “How are you?”

“About the vibrator?”

“No, I know you’re struggling with that.” He grins.

“Rude.”

“Head okay?”

“You’re still being rude.”

Matt grins at him even bigger. “Yeah.”

Adam takes the opportunity to go beat Yuta’s ass while he tries to hurt Kenny. “Hey, fuckwad,” he says by way of greeting, and punches Yuta in the back. The satisfaction doesn’t last long, though, because Pac grabs him and they wail on each other until Pac shoves his face into a turnbuckle. Every kick shifts the vibrator, and every shift threatens another one of those mind-numbing, leg jellying orgasms that Adam thinks he would like so much better at home.

Claudio tries him and it’s enough to help him get focused enough to hear Takeshita’s music.

“Shit,” he mumbles, getting to his feet to meet Takeshita in the ring. That means Ibushi’s the last one in the ring, which means –

He doesn’t have a chance to finish his thought. Takeshita slams him in the head with the chair.

“You good?” Nick asks a minute later, looking weirdly fine with being suplexed by Takeshita and his brother. “No head issues?”

“No head issues,” Adam agrees. “The hell are we going to do?”

“Wrong question,” Matt says, looking queasy as he scoots over. “The right question is what the hell did Mox just pull out from under the ring?”

Adam looks and a frantic little giggle comes out of his mouth. “Oh, we’re fucked.”

“We’ll be okay,” Matt says. He reaches out and squeezes Adam’s hand. “And, if not, we got each other, right?”

It’s sweet enough that Adam forgets where he is. It’s sweet enough that he lets himself get a little mushy over it, a little “I’m so lucky he’s my man” about it.

He should have realized the romance would make him come again.

Matt opens his mouth to say something, but he’s dragged away before Adam can tell him what’s happening. The second orgasm is less intense, more of a hit and run kind of thing, but it still makes his head swim and his muscles turn to liquid. Claudio catches him on the ground and steps on his neck which, admittedly, is better than being hit in the gut right now.

“Hey,” Matt says, draped over the turnbuckle by Yuta.

“Hi,” Adam mumbles. He’s still getting a little fucked up by the aftershocks. “I came again.”

Matt grins. “Yeah, I could tell.”

“Shut up,” Adam groans. “How did you survive all of Anarchy like this?”

Matt shrugs, as Ibushi’s music starts. “Bottoms are better, I guess.”

Everyone in the ring, BCC or Elite, pauses as Ibushi walks out. Just for a second. And then, like a switch, Yuta bolts out of the ring and goes after Ibushi.

“He’s gonna kill the kid,” Matt muses.

And he does. Adam remembers the times he’s been in a ring with Ibushi – most of the time on opposite sides. As he watches Ibushi lay out member after member of the BCC, though, he’s glad he’s here.

Matt disappears, Mox gets covered in blood, and Adam tries to figure out how much longer he has to survive through this before one or all of them collapse. Thankfully he doesn’t come again, but something in the base of his spine is overwhelmed and depleted.

It’s not until thumbtacks start raining from the ceiling that he regains clarity.

“The hell?” Claudio mumbles.

Adam just laughs. “I forgot about that one.”

It baffles Pac and Claudio long enough that Adam and Nick drop them directly into the thumbtacks. Adam’s about to join Nick in kicking the shit out of the BCC guys, but he catches Mox’s eye and the vibrator shifts. He locks eyes with Mox, determined not to react.

Adam turns and runs at Yuta. “How are you?” he asks as he throws Yuta headfirst into a turnbuckle.

“Fuck off,” Yuta growls. He tries to push Adam off, but he holds Yuta steady and starts wailing on his head. “You’re the one squirming on the ground every two minutes.”

“I’ve been out here longer than you,” Adam snaps back.

Hanger lets Kenny and the Bucks set up a spot with Pac, and, at his turn, dutifully slams Pac with a standing shooting star press.

Just for fun, he starts messing with Claudio.

“Oh, no,” Kenny says. It’s strangely polite how he taps Adam on the shoulder. “My turn.”

Adam thinks he’s about to get a break, but then Mox catches him. Mox’s attempt at a stomp fails and gives Adam enough time to slam him, back first, onto the tacks.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” Mox moans.

“You sound almost as pretty as you do when I fuck you,” Adam says casually, and walks away.

The double tombstone will be a highlight, Adam thinks, as the drop shifts the vibrator and clears his vision. A good moment. He gets to stand next to Matt. His head’s spinning a little less.

When Mox starts scratching up his back, Adam pretends like it’s not adding to the effects of the vibrator. Pretends really hard. Pretends so hard he almost starts to cry, and the suplex actually makes him feel better.

“Oh, I hate this,” he whines. “Oh, I hate this so much.”

Mox catches his eye and laughs. “Need a break, Cowboy?”

Adam fights to his feet again. “Need to break you, maybe.” Adam’s close, for the third goddamned time, and there’s only one last option: get the remote and break it.

He drags himself across the rings and watches as, on one sloppy roll, the controller slips out of Mox’s pocket. It’s too easy. It’s too good to resist. In a flash, Adam reaches out and grabs the controller. The relief he feels as he turns it off is almost too good.

“Is that allowed?” Matt asks him.

Adam shrugs, running in with the controller in his hand to punch Mox in the head. “No rules in Blood and Guts, right?”

He feels invigorated as he shoves the controller in his pocket and bounces off the ropes to throw a forearm into Takeshita’s throat. The satisfaction dies fast, though, as Mox gives him a cutter right to the floor.

“Bitch,” he grumbles as he rolls away. He grins as Ibushi kicks Mox in the chest.

He’s not sure how Mox gets ahold of him again, but he locks his legs against Adam’s head. “You took the controller!”

“I did,” Adam chokes out.

“Cheater!”

“It’s Blood and Guts! There is no cheating!”

“The vibrator isn’t part of Blood and Guts!”

“Yes, it is!”

Adam’s pretty sure they would have kept going back and forth like this for a decade or so, but then Ibushi kicks Mox in the jaw and Adam is freed.

He wants to get up to save Kenny, but his entire body aches. Now that the vibrator is off, his adrenaline is starting to wear off.

“Help Kenny,” he mumbles to Nick. “I’m stuck on the floor.”

“I don’t think we need to,” Nick says, rolling over. “Look.”

Adam watches as Pac snaps the lock off the door and walks away. Kenny goes after three of the BCC members left.

He stands, preparing. “This is gonna be good.”

First, he hits a Buckshot on Claudio. When he meets Kenny’s eyes in the other ring, he nods.

A Last Call. For the first time in almost three years.

Yuta goes down hard, his hips twitching, and Adam grins. Matt must have added a few clicks to the vibrator.

“We’re gonna win this,” Adam mumbles. He pushes himself to seated. “Matt, Nick, I have an idea.”

He slides under the ring and pulls out the handcuffs, locking Mox to the ropes. He also pulls out the end of a chain – he can end this. He can end this easy.

Matt gets to play dress up with his fun sneaker and Adam throws the chain around Yuta’s neck without a second thought. Matt comes from the side and wraps his arms around Adam’s waist.

“You’re doing great,” he murmurs. “Just – almost – ”

But Yuta doesn’t tap. The bell rings, and Yuta doesn’t tap. They let go of the chain anyway.

Carry On My Wayward Son plays. Adam feels exhaustion crash over him. “Oh, my god,” he says to Matt. “I need a nap.”

Matt pouts. “I mean, okay. Fine. But after?” He bats his eyelashes.

“We just won a blood feud match! Can you focus?!” Nick yells. “Why am I always here for these moments?”

Their hands are raises in the center of the ring and Adam feels a sense of accomplishment wash through him. They won. He came twice, sure, and probably would have done another twelve times if he hadn’t gotten Mox’s controller, but he’s okay now. He grins as their hands are raised, victorious.

“You okay, Hanger?” Kenny asks. Adam doesn’t want to admit it, but he looks like he suspects something. “You’ve been a little twitchy all match.”

Adam refuses to let himself blush. “I mean, yeah. Intense match.” He shifts. “Lots to worry – what is Ibushi doing?”

They turn to see Ibushi pushing thumbtacks into his chest.

“Why the hell – oh, come on.”

Adam laughs at Kenny’s reaction as Ibushi bumps himself into the thumbtacks like it’s nothing.

“Your boyfriend just intentionally filled his back with tacks,” Adam muses. “That’s unique.”

“Yeah, well, yours glued thumbtacks to his stupidly expensive shoe,” Kenny replies, ducking under the ropes to go get Ibushi out of there. “We have equally weird partners.”

“Who’s weird?” Matt asks, shuffling up next to Adam. “Me?”

“Yes, but also Kota,” Adam nods to where Kenny is now gently picking thumbtacks out of Ibushi’s skin. It’s somehow romantic. “He just threw himself into those.”

“I get that,” Matt muses. “Sometimes you just have to do something stupid, you know?”

“Oh, like choke out the guy you plan on fucking later tonight mid-match?” Adam whispers into Matt’s ear. He grins as Matt shivers, whole body.

“You can’t say stuff like that,” Matt mutters. “We might still be on air.”

“Aw, come on. We’ve gotta be off by now.”

“Alright, you two,” Nick says, and he smacks Adam on the back. It jostles the vibrator and Adam yelps. “The hell’s wrong with you?”

“Thumbtack in the ass,” Matt says, grinning. “It’s a tragic diagnosis.”

“I’m going to chose to believe that so I don’t have to consider any of the other weird stuff you two get up to.” Nick wrinkles his nose. “Also, how bad is my face?”

“Bloody, but not Mox bloody,” Adam says. “Let’s all get backstage and get cleaned up, okay?”

“Uh, no!” Mox yells. He gestures to Yuta, still covered in blood.

Adam blows some hair out of his face. “Oh. Right.”

Adam only has a few puncture wounds from pieces of glass and tacks, which feels like a miracle. Matt’s even luckier – bruises, yes, but so little blood it almost feels impossible. Nick, on the other hand…

“You two go off without me,” he waves off. “Me, Kenny, and Kota are planning on getting dinner later anyway, since you two. Well, I don’t know what you two do after a match, but it’s usually weird and it usually grosses me out, so.”

Matt opens his mouth to argue, because that’s his default state, but Adam slaps his hands on Matt’s shoulders.

“Well, feel better,” he says before Matt goes off. “Text us if you need anything.”

Matt’s sputtering as Adam steers him out of the medical room. “What’s that about?”

“He’s giving us a pass,” Adam says, low in Matt’s ear, “and I need to get this vibrator out of me before I lose my fuckin’ mind.”

“Oh!” Matt says. “Oh, I forgot you still had it in.”

“Lucky you.”

Adam feels weird, like really weird, as he takes out the vibrator once they get back to their room.

“You okay?” Matt asks, hovering outside the door. “I can help, if you need it.”

“Babe, I love you, but I promise I can figure this out on my own.” Adam steps out of the hotel bathroom after cleaning the vibrator. “See? All better.”

Matt nods. “You still sleepy?”

“I am,” Adam says. He licks his lips. “But a shower might wake me up.”

Matt bites his lip and half sprints into the bathroom.

Adam teases him the whole shower, lips on Matt’s neck a hand on his lower belly, a finger teasing at Matt’s entrance. Matt whimpers and presses against him, but Adam won’t give in.

“Oh, no,” he murmurs, taking Matt’s earlobe into his mouth. “You made me wait, now you can wait.”

“Mean,” Matt murmurs, pushing into Adam’s hand.

“It’s only fair.”

Matt freezes. “Using my words against me is a dick move.”

Adam laughs. “Kind of the point, baby.”

Wheeler

“Are you okay?” Mox whispers into Wheeler’s ear.

“Vibrator’s stopped working, so yeah,” Wheeler replies. He hopes Claudio can’t hear him.

“Not what I meant.” Wheeler turns to see Mox looking at him sternly.

Mox won’t leave his side while medical checks him out. Wheeler’s neck is fine, barely even bruised. He can speak, swallow, breathe without any problems. Doc Sampson’s shocked.

“You don’t even usually bleed like that,” Doc says, more to himself, in awe. “I expected a giant gash.”

“Takes after me,” Mox says, but there’s nothing behind his smile.

“Yeah, I’m used to you bleeding like a stuck pig, you lunatic,” Doc snaps back. “Stop teaching your young boy to be reckless.”

“I didn’t have to teach him anything. He did this one by himself.” Mox looks miserable in a way Wheeler’s never seen before.

They get cleaned up to the best of the doctors’ abilities, stitches and antibiotic ointment and bandages everywhere, and Wheeler tries his best not to react every time he shifts and the stupid vibrator moves around inside of him. He’d planned on taking it out as soon as possible, but with all the glass, screwdrivers, thumbtacks, and chains involved, medical swept him up before he could do anything.

“You keep an eye on each other tonight,” Doc says firmly. “I don’t like the idea of any of the ten of you being on your own tonight.”

Wheeler snickers.

“Not like that, you – gross.” Doc shakes his head. “Well, if you’re making sex jokes, you’re probably good to go. Off you get, you two heathens.” He smiles. “Take care of each other, okay?”

Mox nods solemnly and Wheeler steers him toward the bathroom. “I gotta take care of the thing,” he says, almost pleading. Now that it’s almost out, Wheeler is desperate to be rid of it.

“Oh! Oh, right.” Mox finally smiles for the first time in ages. “Jeez, I almost forgot about those.”

“Lucky you,” Wheeler laughs. “Give me a second, okay?”

Mox’s grin, while exhausted, turns a little dirty. “Need any help?”

“No, I think I can handle this.” He winks.

He feels a sense of weightless relief when he gets the damned thing out of him – finally free of the pressure. “Oh, thank god.”

“You good?” Mox asks. He fiddles with his fingers, thumbnail going to his mouth.

Wheeler nods, shoving the vibrator into his pocket after a quick clean off. He’ll do better at the hotel. “I’m good,” he says. “Let’s go back to the hotel.” He smiles. “And maybe call Adam and Matt?”

Mox shrugs distracted. “Okay.”

He barely speaks until Wheeler walks him to the shower. He thinks maybe the water will shake him from whatever’s going on in his head, but he doesn’t speak.

Wheeler waits to speak until the water’s the right temperature, and steps in. “Mox,” he says gently. “Come on. It’s okay.”

Mox steps in. “It’s not,” he says. “It’s my fault it isn’t.”

“It’s not your fault,” Wheeler says again, leaning back as Mox runs his hands through his bloody hair. “Stop beating yourself up.”

“It is,” Mox insists. He’s so gentle with the way he scrubs the shampoo into Wheeler’s scalp. Too gentle. “I should have – it should have been me there.”

“You’ve already been choked out by Hangman,” Wheeler murmurs. “My turn.”

“Shouldn’t’ve been,” Mox says.

Wheeler turns around to steady Mox by the shoulders. “This is part of the job,” he insists. Mox won’t meet his eyes. “Baby. Stop freaking out.” He grabs Mox’s hand and rests it on his throat. “Look. Your hand has been here a hundred times.” He grins at the way Mox relaxes. “I’ve been there before.”

Mox nods, stroking the slightly tender skin of Wheeler’s throat. “You ask me to, though,” he says quietly. “You didn’t ask them.”

“Didn’t I?” Wheeler laughs. “I mean, we agreed to a Blood and Guts match with a man named the Hangman.”

Mox laughs lightly, the stress melting from his forehead. “You’re hurt, though.”

Wheeler shrugs, brushing a thumb underneath “I’m always hurt.”

Mox lets it go, though, and the two of them wash the blood, sweat, and glass off their skin slowly. They had traded off on pulling the thumbtacks and larger glass shards out of each other’s skin earlier. Now it’s just the runoff, showering until the water runs clear and the sting is gone. Wheeler checks the brand of the hotel shampoo.

“Smells good,” Wheeler says, setting it next to his bag once they’re out of the bathroom and dried off. “I’m stealing it.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not really stealing, but okay,” Mox says. He sits on the bed with the towel around his waist, stretching himself out. “So.”

Wheeler laughs. “Already? Really?”

“We showered and you were naked near me,” Mox says, like it’s an explanation.

Wheeler rolls his eyes. “Aren’t we supposed to be meeting Matt and Adam?”

“No,” Mox says, folding his arms behind his head. “They fucked you up earlier. I get you all to myself tonight.”

Wheeler forces a pout and tries for boo-boo eyes. “Is this you being jealous or being petty?”

“Yes.”

Wheeler sighs. “Get up. We’re going to go get laid.”

“We could do that right here.” Mox pats the side of the bed. “Well, okay, now I have an idea.”

Wheeler raises an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Yeah.” Mox sits up. “Let’s change things up a bit. Text Adam. We’re going to their room.”

Adam

Adam throws his head back and laughs. “Sure, yeah, have Matt top. See what happens.”

“I could!” Matt argues. He folds his arms across his chest.

Wheeler snickers.

“Oh, shut up.”

Adam reaches out and yanks Matt toward him, kissing the top of his head. “You know who you are, baby. It’s okay.”

Matt mutters something probably bitchy and whiny, but Adam just laughs.

“Again,” Mox says, pointing at the two of them. “You and me aren’t that cute. When you’re being a bitch I just put you in a headlock.”

“How exactly is that my fault?” Wheeler asks, exchanging a glance with Adam.

Mox opens his mouth and closes it. “Fair enough, but you’re still a bitch.”

Adam nudges Matt’s arm. “I mean. If you really want to try topping.” He gestures to the bed. “Have at it. Let’s see you do it.”

“Well, now it’s a challenge.” He stops over to Wheeler. “You. Can I top you?”

Wheeler grins at him, smarmy. “You can try.”

Matt throws a defiant look over his shoulder at Adam. “Watch me.”

Adam settles into a chair in the corner of the room. “Don’t mind if I do.”

Wheeler

Wheeler’s sitting on the bed, looking up at a Matt Jackson who is clearly doing his best not to pout. “You gonna top me?” he asks, fighting a grin. “Then top me. Why are you just standing there?”

“I – because.” Matt says it like it means something. “I’m making you wait.”

“For what?”

“Shut up,” Matt says. There’s a bit of a bite behind it, Wheeler will admit, but it reminds him of his mom’s puppy playing with the bigger dogs next door. “Take off your shirt.”

Wheeler pulls it off over his head. “You, too.”

Mox snickers.

Matt turns around, his hair flying everywhere. “What’s so funny?”

“It’s not you,” he says. “Wheeler sucks at being dommed, is all. Tells you what to do even when he’s supposed to be following instructions.”

“Do not!”

“Do too,” Mox replies.

Wheeler turns his gaze over to Adam, who looks content and calm in the chair. He’s still dressed in his tee shirt and jeans, watching them like a half entertaining television show. It’s not enough. Wheeler’s in the mood to perform.

“Then maybe he needs something in his mouth,” Matt says. “Get, um. Go kneel.”

“Go kneel?” Wheeler asks, fighting a laugh. “What a way to ask.”

“Just do it,” Adam says. And the atmosphere of the room changes. Matt looks over at him, and Adam nods. “You got this, baby. Just stay confident.”

Matt nods. “On your knees, please,” he says, and Wheeler obliges. The carpet is plush and comfortable, and he’s glad about it for the sake of his knees.

“Alright, I’m on my knees,” Wheeler says, raising an eyebrow. “What next?”

Matt bites his lip. “I’m going to take off my pants, now. And you’re – you’re gonna suck my dick.”

“Cool,” Wheeler says. “Yeah, I can do that.”

He licks his lips almost automatically as Matt’s cock falls out of his cozy-looking pajama pants and reaches up to pull them down to Matt’s ankles. Matt looks almost confused at Wheeler’s interference.

“Aren’t I supposed to do that?” Matt asks, eyes already big and sweet. The effect is different from the new angle.

Wheeler shrugs. “Maybe I’m helping you. You can call it that, yeah?”

Matt nods. “You, um. You can. Now.”

Wheeler leans in and licks a stripe up the side of Matt’s cock, grinning at the way Matt shudders. “Oh. Oh, okay.”

“You like that?” Mox asks. Wheeler pulls back to flick his tongue at the top of Matt’s dick and sees Mox walk up behind Matt and slide his hands around Matt’s chest, trailing designs on his skin. “Tell him.”

“It’s good,” Matt mumbles, eyes fluttering closed. “I – I want my cock in your mouth now.”

Wheeler nods and sinks down, hollowing out his cheeks, and he’s pretty sure Matt’s legs would have given out under him if Mox wasn’t holding him out.

“That’s it,” Adam says. It sounds like he still hasn’t left the chair. “Keep talking, Matty. Tell him what to do. You can do it.”

“I – keep going,” Matt says, hips twitching. “Don’t stop, okay?”

“More specific, Matt,” Adam directs. “What exactly do you want?”

“You could fuck his mouth,” Mox suggests. Wheeler gives a thumbs up to cue Matt.

“Okay,” Matt says, breathy. “Yeah, that sounds good. I’m gonna fuck your mouth now, okay?”

Wheeler gives another thumbs up and relaxes his throat and jaw, ready for Matt to go nuts.

It’s a few shallow thrusts before Matt pauses. “Wait, I -I think I need to –”

Wheeler pulls off, looking up at Matt. “You okay?”

“I’m good!” Matt says, flushed high on his cheeks. “I just – I’m not very good at this.” He looks almost embarrassed. “I keep getting all wobbly, and I’m not saying the right thing. I’m trying to top and I still have two people telling me what to do.” It’s weird to see him this insecure, even after how vulnerable he was last time. Especially after he was helping Adam choke Wheeler out earlier that night.

There’s a few quiet steps behind Wheeler and Adam comes from behind and sits on the bed. “You come sit in my lap. That way you can do whatever you want without worrying about falling over.”

Wheeler’s impressed – he’s barely involved and Adam’s got control of the room. He’s suddenly reminded of the phrase “speak softly and carry a big stick,” and he can’t help but smile.

“What’s so funny?” Mox asks, hands planted on his hips. “You’re still on your knees, baby.”

“It – don’t worry about it,” Wheeler keeps giggling. “Sorry. Sorry, I’ll stop.”

“Yes, you will,” Adam says. Wheeler’s eyes snap to him.

“Damn, Cowboy, you’re really pulling out the stops tonight, aren’t you?” Wheeler teases. He shuffles so he’s right in front of Matt. “Alright, alright, I’ll take care of your boy.”

Matt sighs all pretty as Wheeler sinks his mouth down on Matt’s dick. Adam’s whispering quietly into Matt’s ear, and it’s kind of fun to watch how quickly Matt falls apart.

“I – oh, I should stop,” Matt mumbles. “Too close. Want – don’t want it to end.”

Wheeler does one last flick of his tongue as he pulls off, laughing as Matt whines a little.

“Don’t be a bitch,” Matt whines. He looks over at Mox. “I thought you were the annoying one.”

Mox shrugs. “We exchange duties.”

Matt wiggles.

“Use your words,” Adam says. “Don’t make us guess.”

Matt presses his lips together and looks around at the other three in the room. “I think Adam and Yuta should kiss.”

Mox lights up. “I like that.”

Wheeler shrugs and stands, leaning in to kiss Adam over Matt. Adam kisses good, too, deep and unyielding, thorough and intentional. Matt whimpers between them.

“Am I squishing you or something?”

Matt shakes his head. “No. No, it’s just. This is really hot.” He slides out from under Wheeler and climbs into Mox’s lap, not even giving him time to take off his clothes. “Mox, I think you should kiss me. Or fuck me. Whatever you want.”

Mox looks over to Wheeler. “Uh. That’s not what I expected.”

“You looked good tonight,” Matt says, shrugging. “And I’ve always wanted to see if you’re as good in bed as you are wrestling.”

“Well, when you put it that way.” Mox flips them, pressing Matt to the bed. “Love this whole swapping partners thing. This is fun.”

“It is,” Wheeler says. He leans down and kisses Adam again. Mox and Matt seemed to have figured themselves out pretty easily – Matt’s already squirming underneath Mox as he bites marks up and down Matt’s neck. But Adam and Wheeler keep fighting with each other, kissing like they’re trying to win a battle, and this isn’t going to work.

Wheeler pulls back. “Look, one of us is gonna have to, like, relent or something. We can’t both be in control.”

“Why not?” Adam asks, grinning. “I think I could convince you.”

“What if I convinced you?” Wheeler asks. “Get you under me, all desperate.” He grins. “I think you’d like that.”

Adam licks his lips. “Yeah?”

“Do we need to wait for the two of you to make a decision or can we fuck now?” Mox asks. He’s already got a condom on and – oh, he’s two fingers deep in Matt already.

“Looking good, Matty,” Adam says. He winks and Matt immediately turns pink.

Matt bites his lips and directs his eyes over at Adam, big and brown and sweet as hell. “Thanks.”

“Oh, you two are insufferable,” Wheeler grumbles. “Mox, please fuck Matt into be tolerable again.”

“On it,” Mox says, saluting.

Adam and Wheeler find themselves a bit distracted, watching as Mox slowly pushes into Matt with incredible concentration. Matt’s face is blissful, angelic. Wheeler might be able to be convinced Matt’s not a total diva in real life.

“You know what?” Adam says softly. “Yeah. I could try that.” He turns to Wheeler. “You should fuck me.”

Wheeler shivers. “Jesus. I – okay. Yeah, I can do that.”

Adam looks fucking incredible as Wheeler opens him up – he takes to it more easily than Wheeler expected, pushing himself down on Wheeler’s fingers like it’s a competition.

“Turn over,” Adam demands. “I’m gonna ride you.”

“You – you are?!”

“Yeah,” Adam says. “Bottoming from the top.” He winks at Wheeler and it’s disarming enough that he gets a chance to flip Wheeler over.

“This is a great idea, yeah.” Wheeler grins. “Fuck, yeah.” He flops back against the pillows, and finds himself nose to nose with Matt. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Matt says, smiling. “Hey, Mox? That looks fun. I wanna ride you, too.”

“How is Hangman in charge of all four of us?!” Mox asks. Adam shoves him down on the bed next to Wheeler.

“Because you three are super annoying and need someone in charge, apparently,” Adam replies. “Wheeler, you good?”

Wheeler nods, finishing up the condom. “Yeah, fuck. I’m good.”

Adam gives him this searing look, something that lights Wheeler up from the inside. “Hold on tight.”

“Isn’t it save a horse, ride a cowboy?” Wheeler asks, trying to act like his vision isn’t whiting out as Adam sinks down on his dick. “This – fuck – this feels backwards.”

“Well a cowboy’s gotta ride, right?” Adam winks, and Wheeler thinks this might be even better than last time. He’d never say that to Matt, of course, but there’s something to be said about being inside someone who has this level of confidence.

Mox turns to him. “Hey, babe. Weird, isn’t it?”

“What’s weird?” Wheeler asks. He decides to settle his hands on Adam’s strong thighs where they bracket around his own waist.

“I dunno. This.” He gestures to all of them. “You know. Choked you out a few hours ago, now you’re fucking him. We live a weird life.”

“Can you focus attention on me?” Matt asks. “Not to be a brat or anything, but you’re supposed to be fucking me, not, like.” He wrinkles his nose, stilling. “Commentating with your boyfriend.”

Mox sighs. “Well then. How’s your back?”

Matt tilts his head. “Fine. Why?”

Wheeler watches, impressed, as Mox stands up with an arm around Matt’s back and shoves him up against the wall.

“That’s why,” Mox says, voice low and dangerous.

“Alright then,” Adam says as Mox rails Matt quite directly into oblivion. “If they’re gonna go with that.”

Wheeler’s vision actually does white out this time as Adam works his hips to ride Wheeler madly. He has an image of a wild stallion. “Fuck,” he whimpers. “Oh, my god.” He reaches his hand up and wraps it around the back of Adam’s neck to yank him down for a kiss. It’s more like a desperate, open mouthed press. Wheeler fucks up into Adam as best he can, but it’s more like he’s holding on for the ride.

“Fuck,” Adam mutters. “Fuck, I get bottoming now.”

Wheeler reaches his hand between them and watches, fascinated, as Adam fucks up into the circle of his fingers and grinds back down on Wheeler’s dick. He comes for the third time that night, hard and intense and so fucking good he almost cries. He feels more than sees or hears Adam come, clenched around his cock, and Wheeler’s entire body is an exposed nerve. Too much, too good, too hot, too intense.

And then Adam rolls off of him, and he relaxes.

“Holy fuck,” Adam says. “Matty, you good?”

Matt lets out a nonsensical strain of syllables, and Wheeler watches him come, head thrown back and hair everywhere.

“Good,” Adam says.

Wheeler wonders if he blacked out or something. “Did he say any actual words?”

“No, but that’s what he sounds like when he’s well fucked,” Adam says, waving it off. “I think I understand the whole bottoming thing. Two thumbs up.” He does so, but it’s almost as weak as Orange Cassidy’s.

“Is that a compliment?” Wheeler asks, turning over to grin at Adam. “I made you like bottoming?”

“I didn’t dislike it before or anything,” Adam says, putting his arms behind his head. Wheeler’s eyes are stuck on how big it makes his arms look. “I just didn’t get it, you know?” His eyes close. “I get it now.”

“Yeah, yeah, Yuta’s got a magic dick. We know.” Mox jumps in bed next to Wheeler, burying his face into his chest.

Matt walks around the bed to curl into Adam’s side, mirroring Mox.

“You’ll never bottom again with that one.” Wheeler nods at Matt.

“I could try!” Matt says. It’s almost closer to a whine. “I did okay tonight.”

“You did a great job following my instructions on how to top,” Adam corrects, pressing a kiss to the top of Matt’s somehow still great hair. “You’ll get there.”

Matt lets out a contented sigh, and throws an arm over Adam to rest on Wheeler’s stomach and tangle with Mox’s fingers. It’s sweet. It feels right.

“I think I’m getting used to this,” Wheler says, frowning.

“Is that a bad thing?” Matt asks.

Wheeler thinks for a second. He’s warm and cozy, safe. He got choked out by one of them men he just fucked, and he trusted him.

“No,” Wheeler decides. “It’s good.”

They’re almost asleep, when Mox has to ruin it.

“Hey, how many times did Adam come?” he asks.

Wheeler blinks. “I don’t kn-“

“Twice,” Matt answers. “What about Wheeler?”

“I’m right here!”

“Twice,” Mox says. “Huh. Looks like we’re tied.”

Adam and Wheeler groan in tandem.

Mini Playlist (I should write a formal apology for this one): Good Vibrations - Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch Good Vibrations - The Beach Boys Vibrate - Petey Pablo Shake It - Metro Station

#HELLO I HAVE MADE A HORRIBLE DECISION WITH THIS ONE BUT HERE WE GO!#I wrote over 7100 words today this is truly absurd #wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes #I don't even know how to tag this #anxious millennial dreamboat #madly in love with leather daddy jon moxley #matt attrackson #MoxMatt #HangYoots #HangMatt #MoxYuta

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Five times! Five times Scott had ruffled his hair today!

Alan glared at the door his brother had walked through. Alan might be sick, but he was no longer a little kid.

He reached up and stubbornly flattened his hair down again.

He knew it was a sign of affection. He knew he should be grateful for Scott and everything he did for him. Alan was an orphan with four amazing brothers among an amazing supportive family. He was grateful.

Honest!

But if Scott touched his hair one more time he would bite his fingers off.

He was fifteen, for goodness’ sake. Practically a grown up.

He did not need his hair ruffled every hour or two.

Despite this, Alan straightened out his features and his posture as Scott walked back into the room, medicine in hand.

“Grandma says, this should do the job. Help with your breathing and clear your chest a bit.”

Alan did not glare as his brother poured the required amount into a medicine cup.

No, he didn’t glare at all, because this was his cherished big brother who was risking infection to look after him. He’d even stayed back from a rescue to do so and Alan owed him everything.

Bite his fingers off!

Maybe it was the fever talking.

“Here, drink it all up and lick it clean. Make sure you get all of it in you.”

Alan didn’t say anything as he took the cup.

Scott frowned. “Alan?”

He pressed his lips together and guzzled what proved to be revoltingly sweet ugh that crawled down his throat like a caterpillar.

You’d think they would have invented some decent cold medicine by now.

“You okay?” Worry flickered in those brotherly blue eyes.

Alan gulped down the last of the ghastly stuff and cleared his throat. “I’m fine.”

His brother took the used cup and stood up. Shoving the bottle of medicine into the same hand, he reached out towards Alan’s temple.

“Gawd, I’m fine, Scott, leave me alone!”

Turning away, Alan threw himself under the covers and curled up, obviously dismissing Scott.

Rather rudely.

He was sick. He could get away with it.

Okay, so hearing his brother’s soft grunt of disappointment and his quiet movements as he left really sucked.

But then Alan really sucked anyway and it was a sucky day and, yeah, it all sucked.

Guilt chased him into an uneasy sleep.

-o-o-o-

He had no clue how long he had been out when he was woken by a clatter.

“Oh, damn.”

Alan rolled over to find his eldest brother on the floor beside his bed, the remains of a fold up chair beneath him.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m fine. Go back to sleep.”

Alan’s head was full of Thunderbird exhaust, he felt achy and tired. “Why are you in my room?”

“Keeping you company.”

Alan stared at his big brother a moment, his head swimming. “I’m fifteen, Scott. It’s just a cold.”

“I know.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Do you want me to leave?”

Alan blinked, unsure how to answer that question. “I’m fifteen.”

“I know that, squirt.” And suddenly he was being held, soft cotton against his cheek, fingers combing through his hair. It was nice.

Then Scott was laying him gently back on the covers.

“Go back to sleep, Allie.” Scott ruffled his hair.

“Don’t do that!” It was an involuntary snarl.

His big brother startled a step back, eyes wide. “Alan?”

Alan’s own eyes widened in realisation of what he had done. But where there was usually genius, there was currently fog and he was clueless as to what to do next.

“Talk to me, Alan.” The words were low and had just that hint of mixed worry and command.

“Don’t do that.” Alan blinked. “Please.”

“Do what?”

“Mess with my hair. I’m not a little kid anymore.”

A worried frown. “Okay.”

Was it stupid that Alan thought he could see Scott’s hands twitching as if he desperately needed to reach out and tousle Alan’s hair right this moment?

But his brother didn’t. In fact, he straightened a little, shoulders back as if he was in the military again.

You know, the military that had hurt him so much.

Alan’s heart sank. He’d hurt Scott. One of the four bestest brothers in the world and he hurt him.

“You get some sleep, Allie. I’ll go check on Virgil.”

And Scott was turning and leaving and Alan was a horrible brother and he should say something but his head wasn’t working properly…

And then Scott was out the door and gone.

Alan groaned and rolled over hard enough that to set his head spinning.

Didn’t matter. He deserved it.

He lay there for a bit, again he had no idea how long. But at some point he coughed and curled up and fell into yet another restless sleep.

-o-o-o-

“Allie, c’mon, wake up. Time for your meds.” The voice was deep, familiar and loved.

Alan pushed his eyes open to find his brother Virgil standing next to him. Warm eyes, caring touch.

“You’re back.”

“Yeah, everyone is safe.”

“Where’s Scott?”

“Asleep.” There was something in Virgil’s eyes.

“Is he okay?”

A questioning frown. “Yeah. Anything I should know about?”

Other than Scott’s littlest brother being an asshole. “No.” At least he wasn’t a tattle tale. Virgil was known to get on their big brother’s case about his health and there was no way Alan was adding fuel to that fire.

Scott gave it enough all by himself.

Virgil’s lips pressed together. “And what about you? How are you feeling?”

“Awful.”

“Anything in particular?”

Oh, great, Virgil was pulling out his mediscanner.

Alan threw up his hands. “I’m fine! It’s just a cold, Virg. I’m fine.”

His brother froze. “You’re sure?”

“I’m fine!” And he polished off that almost shouted statement with a coughing fit enough to rattle every bone in his body.

Being suddenly wrapped in flannel brother did help at least a little. Virgil held him as he coughed up a lung, his gentle voice a blessing amongst the bramble in Alan’s head.

Not much was said as his diaphragm settled and he managed to get his breathing back under control.

Virgil still held him, one hand stroking his hair.

Without thinking, Alan grit his teeth and pulled away. He turned his back on his brother and curled up into a ball.

“Allie?” How did Virgil manage to sound just like Scott saying the same thing?

“I’m fine. Please go away.”

He could feel the worried frown scorching his back.

“Allie, what’s wrong?”

“I’m fine! I just need you to stop fussing.”

Virgil said nothing to that, his breathing harsh in the silence.

Alan scrunched his eyes shut, hating both himself and the need to have to be horrible to his brothers.

“Excuse the fussing, Alan.” Ugh, there was parental Virgil pushing him back from the boundary he’d kicked over. “I will leave you alone once you have taken your medication.” Firm and uncompromising.

Virgil had his own command voice for idiots apparently.

Sighing Alan rolled back over and pushed himself up on his elbows. His brother said nothing, just stood there holding out the cup of goop Alan knew would be foul.

Along with a caring glass of water.

It was so hard to be angry at him, but Alan persisted.

He had to.

He had his own boundaries that needed to be enforced.

He snatched the cup from Virgil’s hand and sucked the goop down his throat.

And pointedly ignored the glass of water.

Without another word, he slapped the cup on the bedside table and rolled away, burying himself under the covers again.

He listened as his brother picked up the discarded piece of plastic and paused, no doubt staring down at Alan with that gentle, thoughtful expression.

Please just go away.

As if reading his mind, Virgil let out a breath and his footsteps walked to the door, which shut behind him quietly a moment later.

The relief at his brother’s absence just hurt.

-o-o-o-

Sleep was full of nightmares and dreams of him hurting his brothers. That worry in Scott’s eyes, the same in Virgil’s, and that gut churning shame at his conduct.

But at the same time, he was yelling. He was not a kid anymore. He didn’t deserve coddling or censure or protection.

And John! John’s eyes when he found out how horrible he was to Scott and Virgil. The disappointment. The ‘I expected better’ that echoed through uneasy heat.

Something cool touched his brow. In a fit of defiance, he pushed it away and snarled.

Alarmed voices and worried words.

He was being lifted, held tight.

He fought, but the arms around him only held him tighter.

Scott spoke to him in his dreams.

Virgil’s sharp words echoed as light danced over his eyelids.

But then Grandma was there…

And her voice followed him into darkness.

-o-o-o-

“I know you’re awake, Allie. You can’t hide it from me.”

He was, but he had been floating in that comforting place just below full consciousness, something telling him that waking up fully was not a good idea.

“C’mon, sweetie, open your eyes.” A finger brushed over his cheek.

Grandma.

He could tell she was standing beside the bed. Her presence etched itself into his mind.

“Alan?”

“Mmph.”

And waking up did prove to suck big time.

His head was a stuffy mess, his throat raw, as if gouged by his own fingernails. And he was hot. So hot.

Grandma’s touch was cool as she cupped his cheek.

He pushed his eyes open and found her leaning over him as expected.

What was not expected was the infirmary background.

“Wha-?” He coughed and his throat screamed at him as his head spun. The ow he muttered was more of a slurred ugh.

“Drink a sip of water.” A straw was placed on his lips.

Cool liquid doused the fire attempting to consume him.

“Better?” She arched an eyebrow at him.

Her hand was back on his cheek and he couldn’t help but lean into it.

A single nod was all he could manage.

“You’ve had a nasty fever spike, honey. Looks like you’ve caught yourself a flu.”

The quiet in the room suddenly struck him. “Where is everyone?” His voice was a croak.

“There was a callout.”

Of course. He swallowed disappointment he didn’t think he had a right to feel.

“They didn’t want to go, but they had to. Gordon told me to tell you that he would bring you a souvenir.”

Oh god.

“Don’t worry. I gave him some restrictions.”

Alan wilted. Last time his fish brother had brought home a ‘rescued’ slime mould he had named Fred.

Alan groaned and melted into the bed.

Grandma reached over and brushed his hair out of his eyes and they slipped closed without his permission. “Relax, sweetie, and go back to sleep.”

He mumbled something. Grandma had just told him to wake up, now he had to go to sleep again?

But she kept stroking his hair and he was so tired.

Sleep whisked him away.

-o-o-o-

The next time he woke he felt a little more human. The room was dark, but he was obviously still in the infirmary. A shape moved beside the bed and for a moment he expected a brother to emerge out of the darkness.

But it was Grandma.

He felt both guilty and disappointed.

“How are you feeling, honey?” Grandma stood up and adjusted the IV bag hanging above him. It was only then he realised his hand had a needle sticking out the back of it.

That bad, huh?

The Virgil voice from his dreams echoed across the back of his mind and he shivered.

“Are you cold?” Grandma eyed him with her keen medical eye - the one Virgil had inherited.

“No.” His voice was small and a little lost.

Grandma sank down to sit on the bed beside him. Her hand landed on his arm. “You haven’t told me how you are feeling.”

How was he feeling? Still hot, but not as hot as before. His head was a pounding mess, but his throat hurt a little less. “How long was I asleep?”

“About fourteen hours. Your body is working hard to fight this off.”

Alan’s eyelids dipped.

He forced them open.

“Where is everyone?”

“Asleep. Your brothers were here earlier, but they were very tired so I sent them to bed.”

“Are they okay?”

“They are fine. It was you who they were worried about.”

“It’s only a cold.”

That earned him an arched eyebrow as she called him on his bullshit. “I will pretend I didn’t hear you say that, young man, otherwise I might think you thought your brothers are ones to panic when they discover their little brother delirious and running a fever hot enough to power his own Thunderbird. You are ill, Alan. Respect the illness and give your body all the help it needs to defend and repair itself.”

“Yes, Grandma.” Yay, more guilt.

His grandmother sat down beside the bed. “Now you are awake, you can tell me what is bothering you.”

Aw, hell. What had his brothers said?

“Um…”

Her hands captured one of his and she wrapped all her cool fingers around his hot palm. “Honey, I’ve been your grandmother for a long time. I can see something is upsetting you beyond being sick.”

“What did they say?”

“Who?”

“Scott…and Virgil.”

She blinked. “Your brothers have been worried about you. Neither of them wanted to attend the callout, but they had to, you know that.”

He tightened his fingers around hers a moment and then tried to pull away.

She didn’t let him.

“Alan?” She was almost stern.

God, his head was hurting. “Why do they always have to treat me like a kid?!” It burst out along with the moisture welling in his eyes.

Grandma startled and rose out of her chair, but she didn’t let go of his hand. But she did reach out and gently brush her fingers against his cheek.

He was caught between wanting more of the reassurance and wanting the respect of growing up.

He shied away.

Her hand hung beside his head for just a moment before she withdrew it. He wasn’t looking at her as she sat back down with a sigh. “Alan…”

“I’m not a kid anymore. I don’t want them ruffling my hair ‘fondly’ as if I’m still six years old.”

“They love you, Alan.”

“I know! I love them, too, but you don’t see me ruffling their hair.”

“It’s a gesture of affection.”

“Grandma, I know! It’s just…”

She reached out as if to touch his face again, but pulled her hand back before she made contact. “You’re growing up.”

“Exactly!”

“You should talk to your brothers. Explain that you want to set boundaries. They will understand.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Alan, you want to be an adult, you need to act like one and take responsibility.” Her voice was kind but firm.

Yeah, sure.

“Alan, being a parent isn’t easy-“

He groaned.

And regretted it immediately. Grandma’s lips thinned, displeasure a thing he never wanted to see in her eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

Her lips twisted, but she continued as if he hadn’t said anything. “Being a parent isn’t easy. You see it as being old enough to do whatever. But a parent has to work out when a child is ready. Sometimes they are right, sometimes they are wrong. They have to compensate for their own needs at the same time. Have you considered that your brothers might need that contact?” She sighed. “I have no doubt they will do what you wish. If anything can be said about your brothers, it is that they will do practically anything for you.”

It was true and he knew it. Scott kept him safe as if he was fragile or something.

“You’re growing so fast, honey. It is sometimes hard to keep up with you.” She looked down at her hand in his. “You will just have to speak to them.”

When he didn’t answer, she squeezed his hand again. “But right now you shouldn’t be worried about that. You should be sleeping and healing.” She hesitated a moment, but then leant down and kissed his hand before letting him go. “C’mon, honey, leave the growing up until later.”

She didn’t reach out to touch his cheek or his hair and to be honest he missed it.

But he was also ever so tired and drifted off before he could form any more coherent thoughts.

-o-o-o-

If anything could be said about Alan it was that he knew how to do as he was told. Grandma told him to get better and so he did.

His family was in and out of the infirmary for the few days he was there. Virgil’s eyes were warm as he took his vital stats and ran the scanner over him, probably more than he needed to.

Scott sat with him when he could. Even started a game of chess. It was no computer game. Scott dragged out the Lord of the Rings set their father had given to him the day he joined the Air Force.

Something about chess and strategy.

Alan just thought it was a game and managed to win at least half the matches they had time for.

Scott cursed him, but with a smile.

A proud smile.

God, he loved his big brother.

Gordon, of course, was in and out, often bringing in food or one or two of his plushies to keep Alan company.

On the third day, when Alan was due to be allowed back to his room, all his brothers were called out to the Philippines.

Grandma, of course, saw to his every need and it wasn’t long before he was snuggled up in his own bed safe, warm and entertained.

But it took his brothers forever to return.

He couldn’t even ask John because John was on Two not Five. He did have a few conversations with Eos, but she only really gave him the basics of what was going on and no youngest brother wiles worked on her.

It was ever so late when he was woken by One returning to her gantry beneath the pool. He lay there waiting for the inevitable sound of Two behind her. Sure enough, moments later, he heard the heavy lifter on approach.

Relief was enough that the release of all that unconscious tension had his still ill body sinking into his bed.

He didn’t remember falling asleep.

-o-o-o-

It was still dark when he woke next. The clock claimed one of those early, early hours that shouldn’t exist. But for the first time in days he felt more himself.

And he was actually hungry.

Climbing out of bed proved no dizziness or wobbly legs. He truly was getting better. He still had a bit of a cough, but nothing like earlier. This bug proved to be more fever than hacking cough which was at least one bonus of the whole scare your family silly scenario.

A trip to the bathroom blissfully unaided and he padded out into the hallway in his socks.

The Island was ever so quiet. That predawn quiet he rarely saw but often heard Scott and Gordon waxing poetic about. John usually saw the sun rise before all of them and Virgil preferred not seeing any of the am hours unless they involved some creative enterprise that had started in the pm hours.

Considering the time, he might see Scott leaving for his run. If he was lucky he could catch him and maybe apologise for his rudeness. Even catch a little big bro/little bro time before the rest of the family rose.

He crept through the house and took the elevator down to the comms room en route to the kitchen, but he was side tracked by a single glowing light from Dad’s desk.

Alan frowned. It wasn’t like Scott to leave the holoprojector running.

His socks made no sound on the hardwood floor and he was ever thankful for that fact the moment he realised why the ‘projector was still on.

Scott’s features were slack in slumber, his head on one arm curled over the desk. He was breathing softly, a hologram of something financial hovering just above his hair.

The blue light cast him in a ghastly shade and Alan shivered.

But it wasn’t only that. The light also lit up a small bandage on Scott’s right forearm where his sleeve had been rolled up.

His brother had been hurt?

It was small and it was obvious Scott was fine otherwise there was no way Virgil or Grandma would have let him anywhere near that desk.

But Alan’s heart clenched anyway.

As a family they had to face the possibility of injury almost every day, it was part of the deal of being a rescue organisation. They did their best, but it was always there. And when it did happen, even small things like this, it always hit home what they were actually risking.

He swallowed.

Outside an early morning bird squawked and flew across the caldera. The sound drifted through the partly open main doors.

Scott didn’t stir at all.

It wasn’t until then that Alan appreciated how rare this moment actually was. How few times he had actually seen his brother asleep. Scott was a notoriously light sleeper as much as Virgil slept like the dead. The fact he hadn’t woken up the moment Alan walked into the room was a sign of how exhausted he must be.

Grandma would likely go off the deep end if she found him here like this.

Alan took a silent step forward. He couldn’t help but stare at his big brother, face mushed up against his arm. His hair had obviously been in the shower and left unstyled. It was falling across his eyes.

Alan reached out and ever so gently brushed the strands aside.

Scott’s breathing hitched and for a moment Alan thought he had ruined everything, but another indrawn breath and his brother’s breathing slipped back into the slow rhythm of sleep.

He resisted the urge to touch him again.

It was only then Alan realised exactly what he had done.

And why.

He swallowed back a sudden lump of emotion. The urge came from his heart. The need to connect, to comfort…

This was his brother, one of his most beloved family members and he had been hurt.

Alan had to hold himself back from reaching out again.

Outside the sky was showing the very first light of pre-dawn. It wouldn’t be long before Scott woke up, or Gordon bounded in ready for his swim, or Grandma started her day.

Scott was in all types of trouble, including from Alan himself. But for this moment, this ever so quiet and private moment, Alan just wanted to be with his brother.

Quietly he grabbed a couple of cushions off the lounge and set them down beside the desk. Sitting and getting comfortable he sat next to his sleeping big brother, waiting for him to wake, and watched the dawn light up the sky.

-o-o-o-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds #Alan Tracy #Scott Tracy #nuttyfic reblog #I can't remember what happened in this one #I need to reread it

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