#Scott did an interview where he was asked if they play into it and spat at the idea t they fake their love

[tutuandscoot]

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#@ anon I complete disagree with the sentiment they played into any of the relationship stuff #there is a difference to using your chemistry in the respect of the partner and performance and #*partnership #using it in the media to get attention #they never EVER did that and frankly spoke out against it a lot #Scott did an interview where he was asked if they play into it and spat at the idea t they fake their love #T is the same and frankly I think it’s a bit sexist to say she’s the one who played into it #using justification like posting more on IG or joking with people is BS they have different personalities. that’s great don’t read into it #they respect each other way WAY to much for that #to use each other as media hype #which is why I hated that podcast she did so much the way the woman set her up #simply what hey have is a love and compassion so very few people in theis world could even hope to have and others took advantage of that #thinking they did a ‘wedding photo shoot’ for the purpose of perpetuating a narritive is incredibly ingnorant thinking #people don’t understand that they are ARTISTS. when you give yourself to that fully you are open to explore anything in spite of judgement #it has nothing to do with their ‘relationship’ just as performing romantic themed programs had nothing to do #with their portentously being romance between them #*potentially being romance between them #I’m glad you’re not a crazy shipper but you have a very basic understanding #of them not being ‘famous people’ or ‘ceebrites’ that play into media culture #they are athletes and artist who spent most of their time exploring physical story telling on their own in a cold hockey #rink because that’s what they loved doing together #you can see very clearly I comparing different interviews who respect VM for who they are #as those who perpetuated lies and rumours #the media is powerful and while they gained alot of experience over the years #they are athletes who don’t naturally express themselves verbally in front of an audience #and I’m sorry but the idea that they deliberately did ‘the hug where others could see them’ #is one of the most ignorant things I have ever heard #they often did it behind curtains but also did it right before they went into the ice so their breathing was freshly in sync #the fact they did it where ever they. oils shows they didn’t care where people were or what they thought about them #they did it for each. other and that gesture had nothing t to do with their off ice relationship it was all preparing for the performance

[arealphrooblem]

A Favor for a Favor Part 5

Part one here

CW for the fic overall: kissing/fade to black off screen sex, mentions of non-consensual drugging, non-graphic wound care, off screen murder mention

Synopsis:

When Roxanne -- Agent name Rocket -- is back-stabbed by a friend and given a serum that drains her of her powers and leaves her helpless, she has no choice but to turn to the one person she can't trust: Her nemesis -- a politician and king of the underworld. With her powerless and in the palm of his hand, what he decides to do with her is greatly influenced by their chance meeting as teenagers that neither of them have been able to forget.

John had stayed home with her today and while he may have been happy to putter around the house, washing dishes (which was weird as hell, watching him be domestic), it was killing her to sit and do nothing while Erik got to prance around scott free.

He offered her chess, which she rejected by laughing in his face.

“Like I’m going to play with a known cheater,” she said. 

“You don’t think I can win on my own merit?” he asked, sounding almost offended.

“Oh probably. But you won’t. You can’t seem to stay out of my head.”

That fact should bother her more than it did. But part of her felt weirdly flattered that he considered her mind so fascinating. She had no dark past or juicy secrets or scandalous hobbies. Super speed was the only interesting thing about her and now she didn’t even have that anymore. 

That evening after dinner she watched him grab his coat and keys. A spark of excitement flared to life. 

“Where are we going?” she asked. “Did you find something out? You should let me borrow a jacket.”

He paused at the door, eyebrows raised. “We? We are not going anywhere.”

“Well you’re certainly going somewhere.”

“Yes. Without you.”

“What?”

He gave her a sharp look.“Let me make something very clear to you: there is no we.  I am handling this. You are staying here and you are not to leave until I get this sorted out.”

Her mouth fell open. “You can’t just -- hold me hostage like you kidnapped me!” she sputtered

“I did kidnap you. If the armed guards, rope, and empty warehouse didn’t clue you into that, I’m not sure what else could.”

“I -- that’s not -- what?”

“There is only one elevator that goes to the top floor,” he continued, ignoring her, “and it is heavily guarded by people who know your face and reputation.”

“I’m more than just fast you know,” she scoffed. “I could find a way out of here that doesn't use the elevator.”

“I’m sure you’d be reckless and stupid enough to try. Which is why great harm will come to those guards and their loved ones if you go missing from this apartment for any length of time. And their pain will rest on your shoulders.”

“That’s fucked up.”

“And also effective.” He flipped the collar up on his coat. “Be a good girl and stay here and nothing bad should happen.”

“I’ve never been a good girl a day in my life,” she spat, trying to regain some of her dignity.

He smirked. “You were the biggest teacher’s pet of your grade, Roxanne. Nice try.”

“What am I supposed to do while you’re gone?”

“Read a book,” he said with a shrug and opened the door. 

Oh she read a book all right. The book of his underwear drawer. And the storage totes under his bed. And the collection of worn old t-shirts in a forgotten zip up bag in the closet.  And every framed photo and painting in the house, one of which contained a picture of him and the crew at her work the first time he was interviewed. 

She remembered how insistent he was about getting it, glad-handing the caterers and gaffers and camera crew while she floundered between staring at him in awe of finally seeing him again after all these years, and sending him death glares just to let him know that she knew he was full of shit. 

He made sure she stood next to him in the photo but otherwise did not recognize her. Or at least he pretended not to. She still wasn’t sure of that first time, even after all these years. 

 Interesting that he kept the photo framed in his bedroom. There were no pictures of family or friends. He looked so warm and friendly in that photo and yet had no evidence that he actually had anyone to be warm and friendly to outside of politics. 

The library contained an immaculately carved stone chess set along with shelves of books. John mostly curated biographies, self help books (of the learn how to manipulate people variety), historical fiction, classics. Books meant to impress people. Only a small lower shelf by the couch contained well thumbed pulp sci-fi paperbacks, like the kind her dad collected. 

She picked one up and read until she fell asleep on the couch. 

John did not come back that night.

By the time he reappeared, over 24 hours later, Roxanne was moments away from going full crazy town banana pants. Nothing distracted her from her racing thoughts, not the books, not the TV with every streaming service known to man, not the heated outdoor pool on the rooftop terrace or second deliciously long hot bath in his tub. 

“Fucking finally!” she cried as he stepped through the door and toed his shoes off. “What the hell took so long!”

“I would tell you but that might make you an accessory to murder,” he said. 

She froze, stomach plummeting. “That’s a joke, right?”

“Have you eaten yet?” he asked instead.  

“Don’t change the subject! Where the hell were you? What did you do?”

“I’ll tell you one thing I didn’t do and that was eat.” 

He made his way to the kitchen and she marched after him, an annoying and persistent little gnat. 

“Did you find anything out?”

He opened the freezer and pulled out a frozen lasagna.

“Preheat the oven to four fifty,” he said. 

“You’re doing this on purpose,” she said, viciously punching the number into his ridiculous touch screen oven. 

“I’m trying to gage how much more you will hate me after I tell you.”

She rolled her eyes. “I don’t hate you. I might want to strangle you a lot and see you in an orange jumpsuit for a little while, but I don’t hate you.”

He looked at her, cautious and solemn, reminding her powerfully of when she first met him. “You might start.”

A knot twisted in her gut. “You killed Erik, didn’t you?”

“Oh yes. With great pleasure.”

It almost didn’t sink in. Her mind tried desperately to deny it, crying liar at him, because he lied all the time, why not about this? But he didn’t even try to hide it.

“Why?”

“He stole from me and he used it to hurt you. Both were unforgivable.”

The admission that someone hurting her felt unforgivable to him sent her brain into overdrive trying to figure out the implications. It took her a moment to catch on to the the first part of what he said. 

“What do you mean stole? What did he steal?”

He leaned across the counter, arms crossed, face impassive. Ready for a fight. 

“The serum he used to take your powers -- I had it created some years ago. He took it from my labs to use against you.”

She felt dizzy, suddenly. Her pulse roared in her ears. “You made it?” she asked faintly.

He just looked at her.

 “ . . .You. It came from you.”

God damn it, she really was as stupid and naive as he thought. She took shelter with him, thinking she knew the risks, because he was the one person not associated with the Agency or potentially in their pocket. He didn’t need them to have his own power. And yeah, he would definitely take advantage of her vulnerability for his own gain; she expected that. 

She didn’t think he would be the cause of it.

How much of this was an elaborate mind game?  Did he pay Erik to do this to take her out of commission? Did he kill Erik to keep his anonymity? Did he hedge his bets that she would seek him out for help rather than go on  the run on her own?

How long did he intend to hold her hostage here? Was he going to kill her the moment she had her guard fully down, the moment after everyone reported her missing and assumed dead?

“Roxanne,” he said, taking  a slow cautious step towards her. “That serum was not made for you. It was never intended for you. I did not set this up as a scheme to kill you.”

“It sounds exactly like something you would do,” she hissed, throat tight with unshed tears.

“I can’t deny that. But I had this serum for five years. Why would I wait until now to use it? Why would I embed myself in the Agency to do it when any of your fellow camera crew could have done the job? Think, Roxanne. I am a bastard, but I’m not stupid. This was a stupid, reckless plan.”

He made sense. He spoke logic. But that didn’t make it true. He had gotten his power through knowing exactly what to say to people to get what he wanted. 

She wanted, very badly, for it to be true. 

He took another step closer and the kitchen felt suddenly claustrophobic. 

“Don’t,” she said, voice strangled. “Stay away! I just -- I need some air.”

She turned and ran.

In mid January the rooftop terrace was frigid. She had no coat. The cold air felt bracing, though, and it calmed her feverish thoughts. It brought clarity. 

She could not hide from the fact that she might not love John, but she wanted to. She could, if she let herself. That she felt tied to him, responsible for him, all this time. That she understood why he clawed his way into a sense of power and safety through any means necessary even if she didn’t approve of them. She could not cast the first stone because she would probably not be any different in his shoes. 

The thought that he had betrayed her like this felt unbearable. It literally made her sick, like her entire body rejected the idea. She forced herself to confront the possibility anyway. Because as much as she did care for John, she really couldn’t trust him to do anything that conflicted with his best interests.

 And it was in his best interest to keep her powerless. 

Of course, the real problem was that if he did betray her, there was fuck all she could do about it. He could be bluffing about hurting his own guards and their families, but she would never risk it. He lived on the top story of the building, so she couldn’t sneak her way down. If he had the money and ability to bribe Erik, who else in the Agency did he have in his pocket? She had no one else with resources to help her and she didn’t know who she could trust. 

She had to give him the benefit of the doubt. 

She had no other choice. 

Part 6 here

#hero x villain #enemies to lovers #writeblr #my writing #a favor for a favor #dark villain

[i-may-be-stupit]

Shigaraki x Silly!Reader

As usual, this is rather gender-neutral and the horny got me because I fukn love Shiggy 🥵😍 but yeah, enjoy!

You typed up a report of the latest incident between Endeavor and the league of Villains. Well, actually, you were just editing your boss's writing. She was a journalist and you were her assistant. You rolled your eyes, reading through it and fixing any grammar mistakes or typos you came across. Why the hell is she making Endeavor seem so god damn perfect? I mean, when you first met him, you told the guy a joke and he hasn't stopped glaring at you ever since. You rolled your eyes at just the thought of that fuck-faced jackass.

Not only were you the editor, but you were also the secretary in the news office building which is a whole different job as it is. You blew a bubble from your gum and turned your music in your earbuds up a bit more, since the day was going slow. Yeah, there'd be a scoop here and there but not a lot.

You looked up to see a guy with red eyes and a black hoodie grinning evily while saying stuff to you. You just stared at him until he finished talking. He looked at you and you looked at him. You spat your gum in a tissue then took out your earbuds. You smiled softly at the man. "I'm sorry, you said you wanted a visitors' pass?"

The man looked at you with a blank stare at first. "You didn't hear anything I just said?" You shook your head. He frowned and tilted his head in annoyance, "I was talking for like 3 minutes straight." You just blinked. "I just explained my whole reasoning for kidnapping you for information on Endeavor."

You smiled at him, "Im sorry sir, I'm just the secretary, but the information desk is on floor three, just take that elevator to the right and-"

"What the fuck, bitch?!" He opened his arms wide in anger, "Do you not recognize me from the news?!"

You put a finger on your chin and tapped it in thought for a moment, before clicking your tongue and snapping your finger, "Ah, you must be a pro hero or something!" His jaw dropped. "Wow, no wonder youre so handsome!" You took the bottle of lotion out of your desk's drawer and offered him some. "If you're going on an interview you could use some of this though!" He glared at you before snapping his fingers, and thats when you found out who he is.

The entire League of villains showed up and your eyes widened in fear. The man known as Shigaraki Tomura laughed harshly with a gleam in his eyes, "Recognize me yet, (Y/N) (L/N)?!"

You stared at him again in fear. You then snorted, "Hank the handy man?" And thats when he lunged at you, only for Shigaraki to fall into one of Kurogiri's portals. You laughed with tears in your eyes as the burnt up goth boy snickered. Kurogiri elbowed Dabi and Dabi wiped away a bloody tear in his own eye as he held your arms behind your back.

Dabi chuckled quietly in your ear a small, "You gotta teach me some insults if you live." And you snorted as you consentualy walked into a portal, not even mad at being kidnapped.

You were in what seemed to be a lounge area, seated on a chair with your arms handcuffed to the back of you. You looked around, innocently smiling, "Wowie, nice place you guys got here!" Spinner looked at Dabi confused as you started humming. "So, uh, whatcha need me for?"

Mange spoke up, "Wait, how are you so calm about this?"

You chuckled, "Hey, this chair is comfy, I'm off from work now, and I got to see a cute guy up-close and personal!"

Dabi looked at you with a straight face. "No thank you."

You rose an eyebrow at him, "Dont flatter yourself, Rat, I'm talking about the one that tried to kill me." Shigaraki walked into the room, slightly pissed off as Kurogiri rubbed his back. "There he is! The handsome one!"

Shigaraki glared at you. "Don't patronize me." You were about to speak, but he cut you off before even getting the chance, "You're working with Yuki Ino, the Journalist who's been interviewing pro heros, including Endeavor." You nodded, not understanding if that was supposed to be taken as a question or not. "Tell me everything about what's happened to All Might, why he retired, and how to end Endeavor, including the Pro-heros' plans to take down my organization."

You stared at him for a good minute before sneezing, "Sorry, what did you say? I disasociated."

Shigaraki twitched before scratching his neck violently. "What do you know about the number 1 pro hero?!"

"What?!" You looked at him in utter confusion. "I cant even remember what I had for breakfast, how the fuck do you expect me to remember anything about Enslaver?"

The red eyed male scratched his neck faster. "Endeavor."

You looked in even more confusion, "What the fuck is that?"

Shigaraki pulled you by your shirt closer to him in pure anger, "His hero name! Its Endeavor, not Enslaver!"

You blushed and fluttered your lashes, "Wow, the way your crimson gems glisten even in such dim lighting is so mesmerizing..." You puckered your lips and moved forward, but Shigaraki just let go of your shirt in utter disgust.

"I dont speak Wattpad."

You smiled at him happily, "I mean, I know that I should be scared because you're hella intimidating, but geez louis, your eyes are pretty! If you don't end up killing me can I be your boo thang?" You grinned and thats when he lunged at wwnnaqqa again, only for Kurogiri to put himself in front of you, again, so Shigaraki just fell into his portal, again.

Kurogiri just quietly mumbled out a small, "Lets take a break." Before going to the bar and throwing back a shot of some alcohol.

Later:

Shigaraki crossed his arms in front of the League with you in another room. "She was trying to seduce me like a slut to get out of death! Playing with my emotions?! Like I'm an ,idiot?! How dare she?!"

rtserrr

Dabi sat back, watching as Toga practiced her knife throwing on Twice. The burt man shrugged nonchalauntly, "She seemed legit to me."

Toga and Twice both nodded with a little, "Mhm," as Toga threw a knife at an apple on Twice's head.

Shigaraki just frowned. "Have you people seen me?" They all stopped what they were doing, looked at their boss and then put their hands up to their faces while cringing.

Kurogiri walked in, dragging you in a chair behind him. He placed you right in front of Shigaraki and you smiled awkwardly at him, "Sorry if i made you feel uncomfortable, Mister Shigaraki, I just can't help myself when I see a cute guy like you, though!" You giggled and shrugged as Twice awed at the nonexistent budding romance.

Shigaraki looked at you with disgust and concern. "You seriously think that I'm cute?"

You tilted your head cutely with a small smile"That's why I asked you out, what the hell?" You chuckled softly and Shigaraki blushed with a frown as he stared at you.

He scratched at his neck, took a shot of alcohol and sighed. "Just tell me everything you know about Endavor, okay?"

You frowned deeply with a small groan, "Ugh! He's kinda a asshole! I told him "Good morning, Teletubby Sun" and he just glarred really hard at me!" You frowned and pouted before mumbling out a small, "I mean, it was just a joke..."

Shigaraki pinched the bridge of his nose in utter frustration while Dabi fucking died of laughter in the background, "Anything actually important?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, "Hey! That's totally important!"

A weak, hourse, "it is!" came from Dabi and you grinned.

"See, he gets it!"

He glared daggers into you and got closer to your face. "Do you not understand the danger you're in?" He snarled. "I can kill you right now if you dont submit."

You poked your lips out jokingly before giggling out, "I get it, but who's to say I don't wanna die?" You winked at him.

Shigaraki stared at you calmly, not leaving your goofy grin. "Everyone out of the room. Now." And everyone did as they were told and left, all praying for you.

Shigaraki silently cut your restraints and you started rubbing your wrists while smiling, "Thank you! You know, that was starting to hurt-"

He grabbed you by your hair and flung you onto the floor. The wind was knocked out of you and to make matters worse, he placed a foot on your chest, glarring down at you. "This isn't a game, you stupid fucking cunt." Shigaraki laughed darkly, seeing your jokester smile twist into a horrified grit as you struggled to breath. "I mean, are you dumb or something?! Your worthless life is on the line and you really couldn't care less?! "His hands covered his mouth, holding back another laugh, though you could hear it in his voice, "You're so fucking pathetic, I don't even feel like wasting my time killing you~!" He pushed his foot down harder.

You gasped for air, clawing at his foot to pry it off. "S-Shigaraki, sir-" A crack was echoed as he pushed his foot down harder on your now broken sternum. You scream out as tears fell from your face from the pain, "Please, p-please remove your f-foot..."

Shigaraki only laughed harder, cupping a hand over his cheek, ring finger raised, "Oh all of a sudden you care about your life, huh?" He straddled you, pinning you down with your wrists in one hand, and your neck in his other. "You think you can just flirt with me like the little slut you are and get off Scott free, huh?" You choked and Shigaraki drew closer to your ear, "Where's that attitude gone now, huh? Oh, can you not speak anymore? Tell me, please, how many dicks have you taken already. How the hell did you get a job," his face scrunched up in fury, "at a god damn Hero News agency without knowing shit about any heros, huh?! You probably slept with everyone there. Didnt you? Flirting with them to get what you want just like with me?"

Your face was hot and you were crying and choking at his words and actions, "N-No! That's not-" you gasped hard, unable to breath properly, "not me at all!"

Shigaraki loosened his grip on your neck. He glarred deep into your soul. "Then why the hell were you flirting with me back there? I'm not dumb, (Y/N), I'm a very fucking capable man!"

You smiled awkwardly, thankful that you could breath a little better. "I just think you're HANDsome!" Shigaraki's cheeks tinted pink as he glared at you. He let his grip go completely as you choked and coughed before looking up with a smile, "And this position... w-with you on top of me is really lewd, so can you maybe..." You trailed off as he just stared harder at you.

Shigaraki blinked, expressionless. "I'm pinning you down on the verge of killing you and the only think you can think of is getting fucked by me?" You looked away, struggling a bit with the feeling of awkwardness and arousal. He smirked, feeling your neck get hotter. "You really are a little fucking whore aren't you?" And with that, he softly kissed your lips.

Your face went hot as you looked up at him. "What was that for?" He kissed you again, this time longer. "S-shigaraki..." You pouted and looked away. "Theres something I should tell you..."

"Hm?" He tilted his head with a smirk, waiting for you to tell him that you're still a virgin.

"You shouldve taken my lotion earlier." You laughed out and he started choking you again. "Joking- J- Joking!" Shigaraki glarred down at you before tongue kissing you much more rough. You moaned as it thrashed against your tongue, saliva dripping out the side of your mouth. Shigaraki bit your lip softly before dragging his tongue down your chin and onto your neck. He licked and sucked on it as you bit your bottom lip. Tomura came back up and tongue kissed you for only a second before grabbing your shirt with all five fingers. You gasped and covered up your bra. "H-Hey! Gentlemen ask for permission first!" You frowned and he just grabbed you by your jaw.

He mocked you with a fake pouty voice, "Oh, that's my bad for not being a fucking gentleman. Can I pwease fuck you??" Tomura rolled his eyes, "Now shut the fuck up and let me suck on your nipples." Shigaraki's mouth immediately locked with your left nipple as his fingers played with your right. He laughed, hearing you softly mumble his name. His mouth left your chest with a small pop and he looked down at you with a smirk, "Dont be shy saying my name, (Y/N); I'm gonna need you to get used to screaming it anyways." And with that, he licked his lips then placed his tongue on your torso, dragging it all the way down to your work pants.

He decenigrated your pants and underwear happily. Shigaraki brought his face to your slit and took a hard lick, a finger shoving itself inside of your tight hole. You moaned loudly, confused. "Tomura, a warning next time!?" He just pumped his finger inside of you slowly as his tongue played with your privates. You moaned while holding his head down on you, your fingers twisted in his hair, as he sucked you off like a cherry. You panted heavily and he stuck another finger in you. Shigaraki then lifted his head off you.

"I'd warn you that time, but you're kind of suffocating me, so maybe, don't fucking push down so hard!" You frowned and just pushed his head back in between your thighs. He kissed and licked more, groaning whenever you'd thrust into his mouth deeper. Shigaraki chuckled at how you'd only get quiet when hes making you moan.

You shivered and groaned, coming closer and closer to your climax. Shigaraki noticed and immediately pulled off of you. He wipped his mouth with the back of his hand and grabbed you by the hair. "Alright, slut, you've had your fun." He pulled you towards him and you fell on the floor, right in front of his groin. Tomura sat, grinned down at you with one leg up, "You gonna just stare or are you sucking me off?"

You rolled your eyes before pulling his pants and boxers down. Oh wow, you were not expecting this... You put a hand over your mouth and blushed hard. He was only semi hard and already a good 8 inches, what the hell?? It was thin, but long, kind of like the rest of him.

Shigaraki frowned down at you, blushing hard, "What? Is something wrong with it?? I-I've never done this before, asshole, so stop making me feel bad!"

You felt a smile rise onto your lips. Is he... getting flustered? You chuckled and looked up at him, pumping slowly, "It's just intimidating." You licked the tip and gulped, feeling a bit nervous, "But, I'll try to take it all in, okay?"

You placed your lips on his tip and suck it as your hands jerked him off. He groaned, grabbing your head with 4 fingers. You gradually took more and more into your mouth, using your hands for whatever didn't fit. You bobbed your head up and down on him, speeding up. Shigaraki groaned your name.

"F-Fuck, Y/N, you really know what you're doing!" He pressed his hand on the back of your head harder, forcing more of him into you. You gagged and choked as Tomura just laughed, "God, you're taking it all in like a good little sex slave, aren't you?" You moaned at the name and shigaraki shuttered, "Mm, your moans feel so fucking good on my cock!" He breathed harder, "Fuck, Y/N, I need you to touch yourself while sucking me." You brought your hand to your slit and rubbed at it, moaning. Shigaraki groaned, "Fuck, Just like that!"

You gagged and moaned on his dick, feeling it twitch in your mouth. A lewd little 'pop' echoed in the room as you let off. Shigaraki frowned and you gave him a cheeky grin, "No sticky icky for you!" He groaned in annoyance.

"God, why are you like this?!?" He grabbed your arm and threw you roughly on the bed. Before you knew it, Shigaraki was already inside of you. Your face went hot as he fucked you doggy style.

You screamed, "A warning!!! We've been over this!!!" He responded with a slap on your ass.

Tomura rode your ass, grinding into you and groaning while doing it. "Fuck off, Y/N, you're a horny mess just like me, dumbass!" You screamed his name as his thrusts became faster and deeper. Shigaraki pulled both of your wrists back and down, making you kneel, your back pressed against his chest as he fucked into you. "Fuck, you're so fucking tight..." Shigaraki sloppily kissed your neck. You breathed harder as his dick hit the spot over and over. Shigaraki flipped you over onto your back. You laid underneath him as he paused. Tomura blushed harder and looked away, "I-I wanna really savor this..." he smirked, glaring in your eyes, "Plus I wanna know what you look like, full of my cum!"

You were flustered and giggling, "Its the ✨mood switch✨ for me-"

Tomura placed a hand over your mouth, "No. You just lost your speaking privileges."

Shigaraki grinded into you slowly. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and drool seeped from your lips. Shigaraki held your waist, pulling you whenever he's press himself deep inside of you. You were speechless from the pleasure. You moaned and whined as his body slowly moved with yours.

You pressed the back of your hand to your face, feeling a bit embarrassed at the change of atmosphere. It was so easy to just enjoy him fucking you silly and laughing and everything, but you couldn't bring yourself to feel any other emotion rather than pleasure muxed in with something new.

Shigaraki placed his forehead against yours and breathed harder, "I-I'm getting there, Y/N..." He let out a breathy moan and your legs shaked. Tomura kissed you softly as well. "A-Ah, you're almost there t-too, right?"

You nodded, feeling a knot in your stomach. You moaned and Shigaraki pulled out, cumming all over you. You moaned, climaxing too.

You were covered in cum and panting. You couldn't even find words to say. It just felt so good. Shigaraki cuddled up to you. He smiled and kissed your cheek. "I'm giving you your speaking privileges back now." You stayed silent, your face hot. It was hard for you to be serious, but God damn. Tomura looked at you a bit concerned, "You okay-"

"That was amazing."

He looked surprised before laughing hard. "Did I really leave you speechless?" You nodded, silently. Shigaraki kissed your lips, "That sucks because, even though you're annoying, I kinda like you."

Your eyes widened. He liked your jokes and stupid comments?! Your mouth became ajar. "I-I..." You just closed your mouth, staring at him.

Shigaraki placed his arm over you. He smiled, "Lets hang out tomorrow."

You smiled back.

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Ocean Eyes - Part 2

It was an unusually hot day, so i pulled out Mason's kiddy pool and filled it for him to cool off in. I was sat on one of the sun loungers close by reading my book where i could still keep an eye on him.

"Mom?"

"Yeah babe?"

"Is auntie Hannah coming round soon with Lucas? Im bored"

"They should be here soon buddy" i smiled over at him.

"Okay.... im hungry"

"Fine.... i'll go get you something but you have to come out the water while i'm inside...."

"Oh mom i dont wanna get out...."

"Mace come on now...." i rolled my eyes putting my book down.

"Knock knock" i heard a very familiar voice call out from behind, i turned and stared wide eyed at none other than Scott Evans!!

"Scott.... what... what are you doing here?" I asked standing up and walking over to the back gate to let him in.

"Chris told me where you were, i had to come see you! I've missed you! You stopped replying to my messages and wouldn't take my calls...."

"Yeah i'm sorry Scott, that was a dick move" i nodded, I had been friends with the Evan's since we were kids.... best friends with Chris and Scott "i was dealing with some stuff.... guess i didn't handle it well"

"I can see that" he said looking over at Mason who was sat in the pool with his back to us as he crashed some toys around "he yours?"

"He is, thats Mason"

"Well you gonna introduce me properly??" He asked being his usual sassy self!

"Sure, come on over" i led the way over to where Mason was playing feeling my heart racing, i hadn't been this nervous in forever!

"Hey Mace? I want you to meet a friend of mine...."

Mason turned to face us and i heard Scott audibly gasp.

"This is my friend Scott"

"Hi" he said shyly looking Scott over.

"Hey bud, its nice to meet you...." Scott smiled at Mason before turning his attention to me with wide eyes as Mason carried on playing as if we wasn't there.

"Is there something you need to tell me Y/N?....."

I looked away from Scott keeping my eyes on my son, i shook my head in disbelief..... i did not expect to be having this conversation today!

"You know his a spitting image...."

"I know Scott! Im not blind" i snapped.

"But how?? I mean i know how! But...."

"Hey! Its just us...." i heard Hannah call from inside, she always let herself in.

"Hey.... oh shit"

"Hey Hannah, good to see you" Scott smiled with a little wave.

"Scott..... what a surprise..."

"Han, can you watch Mason while i go inside and talk to Scott?" I asked as i shifted nervously on the spot.

"Sure".

"Hi auntie Y/N!" Lucas said loudly as he ran past me heading to Mason.

"Hey buddy" i smiled at him as i led the way into the house with Scott following close behind.

"Okay so spill it" Scott said breaking the awkward silence between us as he pulled out a chair and sat down at the kitchen table.

"What do you already know? What did Chris tell you about us?...." i asked avoiding eye contact with him.

"Well obviously i know the two of you used to hook up occasionally.... he said he just lost contact with you when you left town"

"Wow....." i scoffed shaking my head "is your brother still an asshole?"

"Why are you calling him an asshole? I thought you guys were friends??"

"We were. Then we were more.....or at least i thought so"

"You two were serious?"

"I guess not"

"He never said anything...."

"Before he made it 'big' with the whole Captain America thing we were serious"

"How serious?"

"Serious enough to get married....."

"Im sorry WHAT???!!"

"Yep"

"How did i not know about this??? when did this happen??" he stared at me with wide eyes and his mouth hanging open as he tried to process the information.

"You remember the weekend in Vegas for my birthday, before he started filming Winter Soldier?....that one night you got food poisoning and stayed in bed..."

"You got married in Vegas?! were you both drunk??"

"Nope, stone cold sober" i shrugged "god i loved him Scott.... he was telling me he loved me and talking about starting a family..... we walked past a chapel and he asked me to marry him. Promised we'd do it properly when we got home...."

"My god...... so what happened?"

"Chris wanted to wait until he finished filming to tell everyone.... or so he said. When he came home once he was done filming he told me we had made a mistake. His career was taking off and he wouldn't have time for a wife..... he was getting a lot of attention from women, he didn't want to be tied down with me did he?"

"Did he say that?!"

"He didn't have to, he was pictured with different women all the time" i shrugged.

"What an asshole!" Scott spat sounding pissed at his brother "how could he do that to you of all people??"

I shook my head as i thought back on the time i was heartbroken.... pining for my best friend... my husband, and he had so easily forgotten about me, i quickly wiped a stray tear away before Scott could see.

"I found out i was pregnant two weeks later. I tried calling him but he never answered or returned my messages..... so i made a choice. I decided to pack up and leave, start somewhere new where i could raise my baby. I received divorce papers shortly after which i signed and returned, i didnt want anything to do with him"

"You should have called me! I wouldve talked some sense into him!"

"He didn't want me Scott let alone a baby.... he made his choice and i made mine" i smiled looking out the window at my beautiful boy "i dont regret it for a second, Mason is my world. He's my perfect little boy.... even if he does look like a spitting image of his father. Thats the hardest part.... its the eyes.... he has his eyes".

Scott was suddenly beside me pulling me into his arms and holding me tight.

"Im so sorry sweetie"

"Its fine.... it was a long time ago.... when Chris showed up here yesterday i nearly had a heart attack!" I mumbled against Scotts chest.

"I bet.... why was he here?"

"Apparently we're still married! That jackass never filed the papers! But now he's seeing someone and its getting serious he wants the option of marrying her"

"You should tell him about Mason....."

"I can't Scott, he'd hate me.... what if he tried to take Mason from me?"

"He wouldn't do that, he might want a chance to get to know his son but he wouldn't hurt you like that....."

"Can you be sure? 100% sure that he wouldn't want to take Mason?? I've seen some of his interviews about wanting kids...."

"Don't you want Mason to know his father?"

"Of course! You dont think i wanted my son to have a dad? I tried to tell him Scott but he ghosted me!"

"Look i love my brother you know that, i know what he was like a few years back, he went through a phase of being an absolute douche bag..... but his different now"

"I'll think about it okay?"

"Okay..... i'll be there for you through it all i promise"

"Thank you Scotty, god I've missed you" i smiled giving him another hug "you staying for lunch? Mason's hungry"

"Id love to".

Scotts POV

Y/N stood at the front door waving me off with Mason, my NEPHEW! I still couldn't believe it.... Chris was a Father!!

I waved to them both as i pulled away and started my drive home. 20 minutes into my journey my cell started to ring, i looked down to see it was Chris calling.

"Hey"

"Hey, what you up to?"

"Just on my way home, i went to go see Y/N"

"Oh.... h..how was she?"

"Surprised to see me, but she was good"

"Good, thats good. What did she tell you?" He sounded worried, nervous even.

"I know everything...." i huffed out a breath "how could you be so fucking stupid Chris?? you married our best friend.... our oldest friend and then left her!"

"I was such an asshole back then.... i know, but i can't change that now can i?"

"No i guess not"

"It was so good seeing her yesterday man, made me realise how much I've missed her. I was hoping we could work things out, be friends at least but.... Scott she fucking hates me!"

"Can't say i blame her....."

"Im not that guy anymore Scott" he said sadly and i knew that, id seen the change in my brother over the years.

"Try and talk to her again, maybe she just needed to get over the shock of seeing you"

"You think she'd wanna see me?"

"I have no clue, but if you want to sort things out with her your going to have to make an effort with her. Let her see your not the same asshole that left her"

"Maybe i should just leave her alone, she's been fine without me...."

"Chris..... i wasn't going to say anything but theres something you should know...."

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[calypsoff]

Fifty One. Part 2

Robyn seems so happy that we have decided on a home, I mean of course I took a little bit of time to come around, I don’t want to seem like an asshole that I am ungrateful and I am not liking these luxury homes but big homes can be scary, they attract the wrong type of people that have no right, I mentally can’t take it if anything happens to me again so this is why I am careful and I don’t like bedrooms on the bottom floor, it was such a stupid idea. It was so easy for anyone to get me but I am happy that we finally have a home but that does also mean Robyn is going to go to London, she has been waiting to go. She has done nothing but speak on London and when she is going, she has team ready to leave, I think the jet is even ready but deep down I don’t want her to go just yet, in a weird way, not to sound like a little bitch but she protects me. I feel safer around her or whatever, but she has to go, this is her moment to live out her dream “there is that poppa! We got a home, yay!” Robyn clapped her hands “Matt said he will be visiting the apartment to drop off some keys and security codes to be changed but I want to change the whole security at the house, so ignore that. But yeah, we have our family home, happy?” Nodding my head “yeah, are you going now? To London? Or you going to stay at the new home for one night?” I hope to hear the second option “stay for one night at least and then go, I need to go. I know they are sick of me cancelling and everything, my schedule is behind, so I do have to go, it’s not even a need. I’m happy we have a home now, so you can stop worrying. I promised you this, didn’t I?” Nodding my head “you did, so are we going to a studio now or something?” I asked looking out of the car window “yes we are, the team is waiting for me, I mean my team. Vogue is out of the way and now GQ, this will be more fun for us” I hope it is, Vogue seemed intense in a weird way.

Getting out of the SUV squinting my eyes, the sun is shining down today “fashionably late my ass bitch! You just late” Yusuf walked off with Robyn behind him, pulling my jeans up as I made my way into the big studio, it’s huge. It looks like the middle of nowhere but there is a lot of TV crew here “you always walk this slow?” Rich turned to me “sometimes” I laughed “you always dragging your feet nigga, come on. I am always having to look behind me to see what you are doing, come” slowly making my way to him “you really beginning to annoy me” I chuckled walking into the building “where do I go?” Robyn has gone “follow me” he placed his hands on my shoulders “you need to start being fast, as soon as Robyn gets out of the car you move. So I have been here before, luckily” it’s seems so quiet, is anyone actually here. He knocked on the door and moved back “go in, they will be in there” I don’t trust him “you’re having me aren’t you? I’m gonna walk into there and it’s not even her” Rich laughed shaking his head and then opened the door “you left your whole husband on the streets? See she’s here” Rich held the door open to me “I did not leave him, he was right there” walking into the room “Chris I saw you get out of the car, you keep dragging your feet for no reason, you was there” chewing on my bottom lip as I sat down, she’s not wrong but I feel a type of way “anyways, I will see you all later” Mel made her way over to me with a blunt in hand “mhm” she held it out to me, nodding my head taking the blunt. I think I need it “you don’t get him high, honestly. This is his first appearance bitch!” Robyn spat; Mel just laughed but I needed this.

Passing Mel the blunt back “good shit yeah?” Nodding my head “yeah. You always do, are you going with Robyn to London” I asked, I am sure she is “yep, you know that already. Barry was saying you haven’t spoken to him since the wedding, I said that obviously I seen him and he’s ok. I mean I’m not coming between any of y’all, but I hope nothing has gone off right?” I didn’t think Barry would be telling Mel that I haven’t “no not at all, just have a lot on my mind. I’m ok though, I will speak to them soon. I just have things to do, like priorities change now. So it’s Robyn now, I just need to get my business back to where it needs to be. You know, can I ask. Is it selfish to speak on something you don’t want to happen? Like is it weak for a man to say he doesn’t know what he’s doing?” Mel squinted her eyes at me as she blew out the smoke “are you feeling a little lost? I mean it’s a lot that it’s happening, Robyn’ life isn’t just sitting in one place while in theory it would be nice to settle into marriage maybe that is something that can’t happen when this was a thing that needed to happen, but it’s ok to say it Chris. I would like to hope Robyn would want that. But it’s a lot, so marriage, honeymoon, a new home, interviews and business meetings like you haven’t really had that full time to just settle and do not keep that to yourself, say it” Mel is right “that is just stressing Robyn out, she is pregnant now and I got to think of that” I think I need to say it to her “she also has a duty to you, she jumped to get married” I didn’t think Mel would have said that.

Conversation with Mel was interesting, I mean even she said that she jumped to get married, but I am just going to wait it out and we can speak on it “Chris, in this dress. Does it looking like my stomach is growing, can you see that pouch. The dress is so clingy oh my gosh” Robyn twirled around while looking in the mirror just frantically staring at herself, I don’t think she does “no, you look ok. Your dress is tight as hell but ain’t nothing wrong with that, I like the dress. You look beautiful” she is so concerned that someone will see a bump “hi, Chris. Can you sit here for me” who is this lady “uh why?” I said confused “because she is about to make you look popping, go on” frowning at Mel “why?” I questioned “what do you mean why, you need to look good. You will be in front of the camera, I mean make his freckles pop Mylah. Go!” Mel hit my arm, getting up from the seat “like you going to put makeup on me? I don’t need that?” I am confused “I know you don’t Chris, but you need this little boost on the face, all the men have this now sit!” she spat, oh she is shouting “mhmm ok” walking by Robyn, this is weird.

Yusuf shaved my beard a little and my hair, made it look very on point. My face is very much on point, I ain’t going to lie with that shit but whatever she put on my face, I look good in a good way. I mean I didn’t expect Robyn to dress me but she has got me fitted, well Mel her stylist got me good. This fit is wild good, he got me in a Balenciaga denim jacket. A long white tee that is made by an independent designer and some jeans, it’s dope. Like I look good, I love that “are you done?” Mel said from outside “uh yeah” opening the door, he stood back from me just looking me up and down “perfect, see I knew you would look good. Now you can wear this cap or you can just have your hair like that, either way you look good. Come, let’s go to the changing room. Robyn was unsure if I was going to be good enough for you, in terms of how to dress you but I think I did good” Mel opened the door “you see how good your man looks, he is ready” he held the door open, Robyn’ smile widened “you look so handsome poppa, he looks so good. Ladies please tell him how good he looks, see what a little bit of makeup does” rolling my eyes “I am joking but you look so good, mhmmm” Robyn winked at me “thank you, to all three of you. Mylah, Yusuf and Mel and also Robyn, thank you” Robyn grinned at me “stop it, I love you. Don’t kiss me, don’t ruin my makeup” she said before I even attempted such a thing, hugging Robyn close.

Walking out of the room behind Robyn, I wonder what is next. I don’t know if I am ready for this at all, she said it will be fun but we shall see “if you say I am late I will scream” Robyn pointed at Jay Brown, he just laughed “ok, you’re here finally so come on. The team are waiting for you” he walked off laughing, he knew not to say she is late. Looking at Robyn’ ass in the yellow dress, her ass look so fucking good. I want to touch it “Scott, they are here” walking around the corner, this is the studio then. Two cameras, seeing the two chairs and with the backdrop behind, it’s crazy how this mess of a studio looks good on camera, I mean it’s just random backdrop “welcome, welcome. Rihanna so good to meet you” he hugged her “likewise, it’s been a while” Robyn hugged him “this is my husband” Robyn said, she is always quick to announce me as that, I love that about her “Chris, I am Scott” shaking his hand “hey” he seems so excited “I work for the GQ crew, I will be directing you both, not so much. But we just want you to be yourselves, we have the question cards” chewing in my bottom lip as he walked backwards “Rihanna you will have the question cards, we will be testing to see if the newlyweds do know each other, Chris good luck. We need you to sit on the blue side and Rihanna pink, and we can get started, and again. It’s just being yourselves” he gestured for us to sit down; all I can think about is what did I get myself into with this.

Sitting here is scary, having a whole bunch of people just watching you and judging you really. Makes it even worse that Robyn’ people are all sat here too, clearing my throat “Chris, look at me” Nylah said, looking at her “relax, the lights can make you hot. You will be fine” she dabbed my face with whatever “thank you ma’am” she walked off “please, can we all get off set so we can start rolling” looking over at Robyn, licking my lips laughing as she stuck her tongue out at me. Her legs look good “your legs look good” I mentioned smirking at her “you look good and I look good, so you know what that means huh” I chuckled “not really I don’t” she is playing with her fine self, and she knows it. I can’t believe it’s going to be me having to answer these questions, I think I should have asked the questions and she answered, but that is just me “ok, roll cameras. What we want to do, we want you to announce yourselves, something short and let us know what you both going to do. Starting with Rihanna” staring at Robyn and these damn cards, I really want to see what they say “in three, two, one!” Scott shouted, biting my bottom lip smiling “hi, I am Rihanna and I am sitting with” why does Robyn sound like she is flirting, she sounds so sexy “me” Robyn side eyed me “Chris Brown, I am Rihanna’ husband” Robyn chuckled “and I am Chris Brown’ wife” Robyn had to copy me, I just shook my hand laughing “cut” Scott shouted “we can add that still, so can we start again but we want Chris to say it, I think it’s going to be better” furrowing my eyebrows “huh? Me?” I pointed at myself “yes you, so in three, two, one!” sighing out smiling “I am Chris Brown, Rihanna’ husband” Robyn scoffed “why you keep saying that?” I chuckled “because it’s true, and I am sat with the greatest, the sexiest lady in the business right now Rihanna” Robyn clapped her hands “if he don’t get these right I am sending him back to VA” sitting back in my chair “I feel nervous now, I didn’t know I had to do this, it’s hard” rubbing the top of my head “this is the GQ couples quiz, this should be called married couples quiz, so are you ready?” Robyn questioned me, I grinned “ready as ever, come on” I need to be confident.

Robyn giggled “you should know this, who wrote these questions? I am blaming Jen or whatever. So Chris, what is my favourite nickname to call you” licking my top lip “erm, breezy?” Robyn’ face dropped “have I ever, now you are playing dumb” I snorted laughing “I am joking, poppa. Robyn calls me poppa or asshole when she is annoyed with me, but poppa is the main one” Robyn rolled her eyes “but you see this behaviour this is what I deal with, see this was easy. He knew that but who initiated the first kiss” that is tricky “are we speaking pre-adult times too, does it include that?” looking at Scott “yes!” he shouted “right, that was me. At my momma’s house. We were doing school work, of course we were but Robyn, she started feeling my leg and” Robyn yelped out “that is a lie! Do not lie on me” I chuckled “I am joking, so we were just at my momma house and I initiated the whole kiss, Robyn ain’t not rude girl, she lies about that” I pointed “no, I was shy with you. I don’t know why; I look back and think what? Him” she waved me off “she is mad now because I said that, but she was shy to kiss a boy, because I was a rude boy” winking at Robyn “you’re so annoying, you really are. Whatever, who initiated the second time we met?” Robyn pointed at me “you, see I am not bitter. She did because I was being respectful towards her and I was shy, there. Happy?” I don’t care, I will tell the damn truth “respectful, sure but you were shyer than anything but anyways! I made that question up” I chuckled; Robyn is funny.

“If I could live in the world anywhere forever, where would it be and why?” looking up thinking, not really thinking hard but I am just trying to figure out how to word it “Barbados, you love your home and I feel like you can be yourself, you are more independent and you want to retire there, so yeah. Barbados” I grinned “these are too easy for you, I need to catch his ass out, what is my zodiac sign” pulling a face “ah shit, erm. I know it’s erm, those fishes. You have the symbol, the tattoo on you. Oh god, erm. So I am Taurus, just to let everyone know. That is all that matters but erm, it’s” dragging out biting on my bottom lip “Pisces” clicking my fingers pointing “took your ass sometime there but yes, and you better read into how much of a bad bitch Pisces woman are” I shrugged “we don’t speak on zodiac signs, I mean come on. When I am in bed wanting to lay the pipe you think I am going to whisper in your ear baby what is your zodiac sign?” Robyn pointed at me whole laughing “shut up, we do not just do that, it’s your fault. You should be asking me such things. It’s your duty because I know yours, moving on!” she spat “my favourite restaurant?” she raised an eyebrow “Giorgio Baldi, that is because she can’t cook at home. I don’t see the hype” I shrugged “wow, I knew I would be divorcing him soon, but not this soon” she is so dramatic, she knows damn well there is no hype with that food.

“What is my favourite food to cook?” sitting forward on the chair “mhmm curry goat, you make that a lot. See when twin cooks she good with it but she is always dipping that spoon in tasting it, she always turns to me and be like can you taste the salt in this. I say yes every time” I laughed saying “I am never letting you taste test anything, what is my favourite TV show?” I paused thinking “see you was just watching it but it’s one of those reality shows, just women acting mad ghetto. Nene or someone, housewives or something. Reality shows, I will say that” I mean I forgot the name of the show “I will take that, this is somewhat easy but where did we reconnect and what did I think of you when we did” I breathed out “erm, it was at your concert. I bought a meet and greet, she still owes me for that but yeah erm, we met there and Robyn you was overjoyed to see me, when we reconnected you fell in love with me all over again” Robyn huffed out “I hate these questions, I am asking what I want for a little, so who do you think loves each other more, and why?” oh she wants to play that “me” I said straight up “no, on a serious note. I think we shouldn’t define who loves each other more, the love is equal. Marriage is not perfect, neither is love sometimes but if I was to say that then I would say me because what the people don’t know and they don’t see is that I can be hard headed and I had to change myself with Robyn and I did that because I do love her a lot. Only love would get me there, you know. But the things Robyn has done for me is something I will never forget” Robyn smiled at me “he is a charmer, all he said in that sentence is that he is a pain the butt. Describe me in three words” taking in a deep breath “is that on the cards, man. Beautiful is the first one because you are, you have always been beautiful. Hard working, watching you work your ass off and to see how you’re about to dominate the world. Loving, you have a big heart and people can take advantage of that, but you have a big heart” I winked at Robyn, I think she is happy about that. She isn’t biting about it like she usually does “he knows me” she said, nodding my head smirking “married my twin, what you expect” she knows that.

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[captainchrisfics]

Jealousy

About: Chris Evans and a first person pov reader go to an awards show. The couple runs into her celebrity crush on the red carpet, causing Chris to develop a bit of a green-eyed monster. A heated argument ensues... followed by an equally heated reconciliation. 

Word Count: 2,873

Warnings: language, arguing, and implied/mild sexual content.

Don’t get me wrong, celebrities rarely surprised me anymore. Once you see Scarlett Johansson hanging out in your living room, you just start to get used to it. When Anne Hathaway comes up to you and compliments your boyfriend for his latest film, you think that’s as good as it gets. I thought that too- well, until Ryan Gosling was about an arm’s reach away from me on the red carpet.

“Chris,” I hissed through my teeth as I smiled, trying to draw the least amount of attention as possible. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ryan walk towards the next interviewer. My grip tightened on Chris’s arm, pulling him with me. “What’s wrong?” Chris asked, moving his face as little as possible. It was always hilarious- how his eyebrows scrunched together and his eyes squinted, making his smile look so much more like a grimace on the red carpet.

“That’s Ryan Gosling,” I said like I still couldn’t believe it. Suddenly, a microphone was in my face. “What was that?” an interviewer asked. “Are you a Gosling fan, too?” I usually didn’t like to answer so blatantly, but I was already caught off guard. I tucked a fallen piece of my updo behind my ear and said, “Of course. With his blonde hair and those blue eyes, he’s just gorgeous.” It came out breathier than I intended, but I wasn’t even looking at the camera. I couldn’t stop staring at Ryan, just a few feet away.

“What do you think about that, Chris?” she asked, shoving the mic toward him. Chris cleared his throat, bringing attention to how tense he’d grown. Chris scratched the back of his neck and forced a chuckle, trying to play off how uncomfortable he was. I didn’t think much of it considering he was always pretty uncomfortable on the red carpet. “I mean, she’s still on my arm right?”

I patted his arm, trying to calm him down. It was a terrible joke but the interviewer laughed anyway. She said something about how he might have to keep bleaching his hair even though his Cap contract was up, which Chris laughed at just to be nice. I tugged us away again, hoping we could catch up to my celebrity crush.

Eventually, at the end of the media circus, we ran into him. Well, I did. I had locked in on my target and failed to calculate exactly how fast I was going and (more importantly) how much time I would need to stop. That’s how I all but tackled Ryan fucking Gosling to the ground. As I apologized profusely, he steadied me with a hand on my waist. “Moving a little fast there,” Ryan said, smirking at me. I giggled and glanced away, trying to hide my blush as I offered another feeble apology.

Behind me, Chris cleared his throat. He grabbed my hand, shoving the other in his pocket and puffing out his chest. Chris had this hard look in his eye I’d only seen him have in that Scott Pilgrim movie. Needless to say, I didn’t like it. “Almost lost you,” he said, pulling me into his side. When Chris wrapped his arm around my waist, it felt more like he was trying to hold me back.

“Glad you found me,” I responded. I rubbed my arm out of a nervous habit, feeling a bit awkward. Ryan looked between the two of us, reading the situation seamlessly. He held up his hands in surrender and smiled in an attempt to ease some of the tension. “No worries here man. It’s been nice to meet you both,” Ryan said calmly, taking a couple steps back. Then he turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

“The hell was that about?” I asked Chris, all but stomping my foot. I don’t know what brand of toxic masculinity he had for breakfast, but there’s no excuse for being so possessive. Chris sucked on his teeth and avoided my angry stare as he tried to come up with anything that would sound rational coming out of his mouth.

Chris shook his head. “Later,” he said, effectively ending any conversation. In another circumstance, I would’ve pushed him harder to talk, but these events stressed him out enough as is. I could always give him hell later, but right now he didn’t need me to be another problem on his plate. Don’t get me wrong though- I was planning on giving him hell.

Chris was extremely quiet. Usually, after the media fiasco the red carpet offered, he relaxed. We spent events like these making jokes to each other, coping with how crazy all of it was and relishing in the dream we were living. Instead, I sat as far away as I could from Chris without falling out of my seat. His silence was even more deafening amidst the stars around us as they talked and laughed with each other all around us.

His stone face only cracked when he was nominated for an award. All the cameras were on us so we smiled and held hands while the announcers created tension and I hoped the viewers wouldn’t notice our unease. The last thing I needed on top of a moody boyfriend was an internet shit storm.

Chris won and, no matter how annoyed I could be with him, I was overwhelmed with pride. Even in our worst moments, we remained supportive of one another. I always reminded myself that it wasn’t Chris against me or vice versa- it was the two of us against our problem. I stood up almost faster than he did and pulled Chris in for a kiss by the lapels of his suit, hoping it conveyed exactly that. The frustrated crease between his eyebrows hadn’t faded, but that didn’t stop Chris from mouthing an ‘I love you’ in my direction.

I sat down again, watching him accept the small statue as he grinned at the audience. “Wow…” Chris looked at the gleaming award again before facing the cameras. It gave me a sinking feeling in my stomach, thinking about how he seemed so much more relaxed and happier on the stage- like a weight of sitting next to me evaporated despite hundreds if not thousands of eyes on him.

Chris launched into his acceptance speech, thanking everyone involved in the project, his family, and then me. I hated how a part of me questioned if it was just for show. He thanked me for sticking by his side and my first thought was if it was meant to be some sort of jab. I shifted uncomfortably but smiled nonetheless, knowing someone’s camera had to be on me.

I thought closing the front door behind me and blocking out the rest of the world would be a relief, but it was just more nerve-wracking. Neither of us were in the mood for an after party so we came straight home, though I don’t know if we thought this through. Now we were alone and not quite sure where to go from here.

I wanted to yell at him for being such an insufferable, pig-headed idiot. For embarrassing me in front of everyone like that. For shutting me out all night. For even thinking I’d want anyone other than him. I had countless reasons I’ve been coming up with since the red carpet, but it was almost like the air was too thick for such angry words.

We stood in front of the dresser in our bedroom, taking off the glitz and glam and turning into a normal arguing couple again. I mean, how many people got into fights over meeting your celebrity crush on the red carpet and had to wait until after an award show to talk about it? I think we both felt pretty bizarre. “So, are we going to talk or…?” Chris asked tentatively, tossing his suit jacket on to our bed before working on his bow tie.

If it were possible, steam would’ve come out of my ears. That ‘us against the problem’ shit was out the window. “Don’t you dare ask me if we’re going to talk as if I’m the one giving you the cold shoulder, Christopher,” I fumed at his reflection, tugging on my heavy earring probably harder than I should to get the backs off.

Chris, who was still struggling with his bowtie considering I was usually the one taking it off, nearly choked himself by tugging on the left. “I’m sorry,” he said sarcastically. “Is that not how you and Ryan argue? Maybe I could apologize until I turned blue and then we’d kiss and make up. Would that be better?” I wanted to strangle him, but instead, I reached over and pulled the right side of the tie.

“I can’t believe you just went there,” I said, my voice coming out louder than I intended. I began taking the bobby pins out of my updo. Before he’d even gotten his belt buckle undone, Chris shot back, “Trust me, I just went there.” I grunted through gritted teeth, taking out my frustrations with Chris on my hair. He reached over and twisted the pin just right, causing the curl to fall before throwing the clip onto the dresser.

“You’re such a jealous ass sometimes, you know that?” I yelled, sending the last of my pins flying across the tabletop. We made eye contact in the mirror, but I could still see how red my reflection was turning. “Please, tell me about it,” Chris said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. I ripped a makeup wipe out of the package, scrubbing furiously at the mascara and eyeliner under my eye as I assured him I would.

“You are! I’d never even seen Ryan in person before, but wow I find one guy other than you attractive and suddenly it’s the silent treatment,” I said, feeling like my blood was boiling. I was on a roll now. “Oh, and don’t even get me started on that jab about my commitment in your speech! That was a low blow, Chris, especially considering all I did was say sorry for running into someone,” I said as almost every thought cycling through my mind tumbled out of my mouth.

Chris laughed sarcastically, throwing his belt onto the bed harder than he’d tossed his jacket. “Is that what you call it?” he spat. Chris did his best to mock my bedroom eyes, twirling a piece of pretend hair and giggling like a little girl. He really aced his impression of me with some air-headed remark about getting Ryan to bed, but all I could hear was the blood pounding in my ears.

I threw out my dirty makeup wipes, trying not to pout while showing exactly how unamused I was, feeling the angry tears brimming my eyes. Chris had a look in his eye that told me he knew he’d gone too far. He averted his eyes, focusing intently on unbuttoning his shirt like it was his first time.

“Do you even see yourself?” I said quietly, running out of fire as my rage was replaced with hurt. I tugged at the exceptionally small clip holding my necklace together. Anyone who was at all familiar with those little latches shaped like crab claws knew they required the utmost concentration, which I was lacking right now. Chris moved behind me. I complied with an annoyed huff, lifting my hair out of his way. He had it off in record time, leaving the two of us staring at ourselves in the mirror.

“Do you want him?” Chris asked in a low voice like he was afraid of the answer. My heart clenched in my chest, shocked he could even think such a thing. Still, I crossed my arms and let the vindictive side of me win. “What if I do?” I challenged, failing to convince even myself. I wasn’t proud to admit it, but as I was suddenly surrounded by all of my sadness, I wanted Chris to feel a fraction of it.

Chris closed his eyes for a second and let out a shaky breath before gently grabbing my waist, turning me to face him. Now just inches away from him instead of a few feet from his reflection, I saw how blue his irises looked, exaggerated by the agitated red the whites of his eyes turned when he cried. In my anger and pain, I hadn’t realized how this fight was affecting him.

Chris caressed my face, running his thumb across my cheek. He wiped away tears I didn’t notice falling. Suddenly, with every ounce of passion he had left, Chris kissed me. It was like diving into a freezing pool, filled with the kind of water so cold it shocks all of your senses awake, and coming up for your first gasp of air at the same time. His force sent us stumbling backward until I hit the dresser. I wrapped my arms around his neck while Chris lifted me by my thighs, sitting me on top of the table with a disregard for whatever clattered to the ground to make room for me.

My hands traveled down his torso, relishing in each bump his stomach offered before slipping under the fabric of his open button-down. Chris wrenched his arms, helping me take it off. He nearly tore off his undershirt before diving back into a kiss. I tucked my index fingers in the belt loops of his trousers, pulling him between my legs. Chris tangled his fingers in my hair, moving his mouth down my jaw until he reached the soft patch of skin behind my ear. He elicited a gasp from me as he nibbled gently, testing the waters. The involuntary arch of my back, pressing my body to his as my chest rose quickly seemed to be the encouragement he was looking for.

My eyes fluttered closed as he moved down my neck, stopping to suck on my collarbone. I reached to lay my hands on his chest, loving how the muscles felt clenched under my touch. If I really tried, I could feel his heart beating rapidly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him as close to my hips as I possibly could. Feeling him pressing against the inside of my thigh made me smug, reminding me as I came undone that he was just as affected by my touch.

Chris reached behind me, unzipping my dress. He tugged the top down so it sat at my waist before touching me over my bra. I hadn’t noticed how thin the material was until now when it was one of the only layers between us. I found the button of his pants, fumbling to release him.

Keeping one hand kneading at my chest, he slipped the other up my skirt through the dress’s slit. His fingers toyed with the lacy trim of my underwear, teasing me as he tugged the fabric down my thigh so slow it was almost frustrating. He stopped suddenly and instead traced the curve of my hips up to my chest until he reached my hair again, tangling his fingers in the strands as he kissed me again.

Chris licked my bottom lip and I complied, absolutely at his mercy. He pulled away again before I was satisfied, leaving me right on the edge. He prided himself on making me as desperate for him as I possibly could be until he gave me what I wanted. Chris traveled to my ear again. “He wouldn’t know how to do this to you,” Chris whispered so faintly, giving me goosebumps all over.

It dawned on me exactly how we ended up here. I pushed Chris away, scowling at him. “You can’t kiss me like that and make this go away,” I scolded, half-heartedly angry he’d even tried.

Chris shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck. “You’re right, I’m sorry,” he said, sounding so defeated it almost made me feel bad. Almost. He looked at me with so much sincerity in his eyes. “For all of it. I’m sorry for everything. I was stupid and jealous and shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I love you so much,” Chris professed, the words tumbling out of him like he’d wanted to say them all along. “It wasn’t cool to try to brush over it like that, but I just…” Chris trailed off, trying to find the right words. “I just wanted to know you were still mine,” he concluded, averting his eyes to the floor.

I bit my lip, teasing Chris as if I even had to think about it. “I love you too,” I grinned so big it hurt, my lips still slightly sore from the kiss. I reached my hand out to his, playing with his long, calloused fingers before intertwining mine with his. “I’ll always be yours. I don’t want you to feel so insecure in our relationship. We’re gonna have to talk about it,” I said, looking up shyly only to be greeted with Chris’s grin. It was so big it squeezed his eyes shut. “Later,” I giggled as I pulled him towards me, picking up where we’d left off.

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faceoff (aaron/robert, ross, pete, victoria, adam, bob, eric) mentions of parental abuse 

for @vckaarrob who has been waiting so patiently!

Aaron’s on the ice when it happens;

They’re on a power play, the Steelers taking stupid penalties, and Eric’s always on at them to take advantage, to play harder. Aaron’s exhausted, but Eric puts him on the ice anyway. Robert’s the best they have on the power play, and Aaron’s his winger. 

Aaron loves hockey, but sometimes he wishes he and Robert didn’t have the chemistry they do on the ice. 

They’re skating hard, right to the blue line, Aaron behind because he’s always playing catch up. They’re close to time, have to be, but they’re mid-play and Aaron sees what’s going to happen too late to do anything about it.

Robert has his eye on the goal, because it’s Aaron’s job to receive the puck and shoot, something they’ve done time and again and utilised to their advantage. Robert plays his part, slides the puck back right to Aaron’s stick, but before Aaron can shoot, Ross Barton plows into Robert. 

It’s a dirty check; Robert has his head down, he doesn’t even have the puck, Aaron does, but Ross doesn’t care. 

Robert hits the ice with a crack, sliding into the boards behind the goal. Aaron shoots because that’s his job, but as soon as the puck leaves his stick, he’s skating past the goal, aware peripherally of a cheer rising up as he drops down next to Robert.

There’s a flurry of skates and ice as Aaron tugs a glove off, hand fumbling for Robert’s neck. 

The team doctors arrive, Scott sliding down. “Robert?”

Robert looks unnaturally still, one of his legs at an awkward angle, stick underneath his chest. 

Aaron’s heart is in his mouth as he’s shuffled backwards, people swarming around Robert, checking him out.

“Aaron?” Adam’s hand is on his back, voice low, but Aaron can barely hear him. 

“I never said sorry,” Aaron says.

“What-”

Aaron doesn’t say anything else, just stares down at Robert’s slack, unconscious face, and feels sick.

Robert Sugden, hockey prodigy and all around asshole, was drafted to the Bradford Hawks under something of a cloud. 

The Steelers’ were Robert’s home team, he’d been playing for them all his life, but the new owner sacked him as soon as he had control of the reins. Aaron doesn’t know the exact details, just remembers the news stories afterward;

Robert smiling, eyes dark, trotting out the familiar, I still wanna play hockey, while Lawrence spent most of his time talking about building from the ground up, carving out a new dynasty. 

What Aaron remembers most from that interview was the snapped, “they’re not my father’s team anymore,” from Robert at one of the reporters. 

Waiting is like torture. 

Robert’s carted off the ice under whispers and concerns, but there’s still time on the buzzer, time that Aaron has to spend on the ice, and he doesn’t know if he can do it.

“Hey,” Aaron says, gloved hand on Aaron’s chest. “You play, alright?”

“Whatever,” Aaron snaps, even though he knows it’s not Adam’s fault. He’s keyed up, angry, worried, guilty. 

He passes the penalty box, stares at Ross, who clearly doesn’t give a fuck, and curls his hand into a fist. 

Aaron’s been playing hockey his whole life.

There’d been a game.

International U20s, Russia, Team GB qualifying ahead of the pack.

The instant they’d played on the same line, Aaron had wanted. 

So they’d fucked, every day for a week. He’d slammed Robert into the wall, heard the sharp intake of breath, the want in Robert’s eyes and they’d fucked in his hotel room, the locker room, outside. They’d been inseparable. 

Aaron still doesn’t know what went wrong.

Robert’s game was off, he avoided Aaron, and spent whatever downtime they had locked in his room. 

They’d had a fight, a blowout in the hotel foyer, Aaron spitting you’re scared and Robert refusing to say anything at all. 

Whenever they meet up on the ice, Robert in Steeler Orange, Aaron in Bradford Red, they’re always clashing, always fighting.

“Fuck this,” Eric says, looking angry. 

Aaron’s staring at the scoreboard. They’re ahead, probably have the game in the bag if they can hold out the last period, but he’s desperate for the intermission, for the chance to hassle Scott for news on Robert. 

At the line change, Aaron hops over the boards, Max on his heels. Robert’s usually right there with them, but Eric plays Ryan instead. It’s enough to throw Aaron off, but Max yells, “focus,” over the sounds of the arena, and Aaron narrows down on that.

On Robert. 

Ross is out on the ice, and Aaron’s fury bubbles under the surface, skates hard for the puck. Ross is determined, plays nasty hockey, but he’s all mouth about a win. Aaron’s gonna hit him where it hurts more.

Robert spends the first few weeks focused on hockey, barely speaks to anyone in the locker room. 

Aaron can appreciate a hard worker, but the rumours of Robert being an asshole of a captain are taking on merit. It’s not the same Robert that Aaron played with internationally; he’d been approachable, a team player. 

It’s only Adam who pays him any attention at all, and Aaron knows that’s out of some weird in-law solidarity. 

“Is he an asshole to Vic too?” Aaron asks one day, fresh off an on-ice spat with Robert. “Wouldn’t surprise me.”

“Fuck you,” Robert says hotly. 

Aaron hadn’t realised he’d been behind them, and opens his mouth to apologise. 

“Whatever you have to say, I don’t want to hear it.”

“You never do!” Aaron says, knows his voice is carrying through the locker room, but he doesn’t care. “You realise you’re part of this team, don’t you?”

Robert frowns, eyes flicking around the locker room. “What-”

“Maybe what Jensen says about you is true,” Aaron says, ignores the flash of panic and horror in Robert’s eyes. “Maybe you’re as much of an asshole as the media like to make out.”

“You don’t know anything,” Robert says, anger clear in every line of his body. Aaron wants to punch him, wants to smack him up against the wall and kiss him- 

What the fuck. 

The buzzer ends time on the period, the Hawks with a more comfortable lead, and Aaron’s feeling righteous elation as he heads into the locker room. 

Terry’s waiting in the doorway, immediately catches Aaron’s eye. 

“How is he?” Aaron asks, before Terry can get a word in edgewise. 

Hesitating, Terry tugs Aaron over to one side. “He woke up for a while there. Asked after you.”

Aaron’s heart skips. “Did anyone else hear?”

“No,” Terry says immediately. “If it had been Eric-”

“Eric knows,” Aaron says, before he can stop himself. He’s fiercely private, hates having his life splashed about the papers, but he’s not stupid. Keeping the fact that he’s gay from Eric would be pointless in the long run. Aaron’s not hiding. 

Terry’s eyebrows shoot up. “Seriously?”

“Robert’s his nephew. Sort of. Did you really think he wouldn’t?”

A total of four people know about Aaron and Robert; Terry, who found them fucking in the showers after practice one day, Adam becasue Victoria can’t keep her mouth shut, and Eric, because neither he nor Robert are stupid. 

Terry shakes his head. “He was taken to Hotten General. There are concerns.”

Aaron’s chest tightens. “Concussion?”

Terry purses his lips. Yes, then. 

“Terry, what the hell is up?”

“I had to contact Victoria. She’s on her way. Broken leg for certain, but they’re worried about brain damage.”

Aaron sits down hard on the bench. 

“Aaron?”

Fuck. Fuck. 

“Hey, look at me.”

Aaron’s hands are shaking, his head aches, and he can’t breathe. 

“I hate you,” Robert snaps, biting into Aaron’s mouth. 

Aaron snorts, doesn’t dignify that with a response as he shoves Robert under the spray of the shower, giving a satisfied smirk as Robert’s back hits tile. Mouthing at Robert’s neck, he teases the skin between his teeth, fingers sliding down Robert’s body to cup his dick. 

“Aaron,” Robert groans, digs his nails into Aaron’s shoulder, his arm. “Fuck me.”

This they can do;

angry, quick.

It means nothing. 

“You alright?” Pete asks gruffly as they head for the tunnel. 

Aaron hates that question and opens his mouth, intends to tell Pete to fuck off, and stops himself. 

Pete’s Robert’s best mate and Aaron knows how he’d feel if anything happened to Adam. 

“No,” Aaron bites out, eyes on the rink ahead. “You?”

“No,” Pete echoes. 

Aaron lets out a slow breathe, wants to wrap his hands around Ross’ neck and never let go. 

“I’ll punch him for ya,” Pete says abruptly, eyes dark. 

Sometimes Aaron forgets Pete and Ross are brothers. 

“Don’t bother,” Aaron says. “He’ll hurt more when the league get a hold of him.”

It’s the only saving grace in this; the hit was dirty, Robert’s in a fucking coma, and Ross is going to suffer, even if Aaron has to bribe Eric to march into EIHA HQ and stare down the board until they submit. 

Pete says nothing, but Aaron sees the way he looks at Ross, knows that Pete’ll be playing the best defence of his career. 

Good, Aaron thinks viciously, wants this game over already. 

They’re fighting. Again. 

“I passed the puck!” Robert snaps, tosses his stick to the side because he’s a child. “If you picked up the pace a little, you’d have been there.”

“Maybe if you weren’t so self-centered you’d have seen me!” Aaron retaliates, shoves Robert hard. 

Almost immediately, Ryan and Max are between them, hauling them apart. Anger floods Aaron but he’s left with nowhere to go with it, except back to the bench where Eric looks unimpressed. 

“This is a game,” he snaps. “If you can’t get your shit together, I’ll bench the pair of you!”

Robert takes his seat, stares stonily out at the ice. 

Aaron clenches his fists. “Robert-”

“Leave it,” Robert says, the same way he always does, shutting Aaron down. 

“I swear, I’ll-”

“What?” Robert asks, turning to face him. His eyes are wild, face flushed. “What will you do?”

“Punch ya,” Aaron says immediately, leans in close. “I’d punch ya if I thought I could get away with it.”

Abruptly, Robert’s whole demeanour changes. His eyes flicker with something and he stares back at the ice, whole body tense and rigid. 

“Robert-”

Robert says nothing, and the next shift, he’s everywhere Aaron needs him to be, no questions, nothing. 

He doesn’t know if that’s worse. 

Aaron hates hospitals. 

Really, really hates them. 

Robert’s pale against the sheets. Aaron feels sick. 

“He’s going to wake up,” Victoria says, cheeks stained red with tears. 

“Yeah,” Aaron says, voice gruff. 

Victoria’s watching him. “He told you.”

Aaron swallows thickly. “Yesterday.”

It feels like a lifetime ago.

“I hate him so much,” Victoria says, and it takes Aaron a while to realise she’s not talking about Robert. “He loved hockey, loved it even more when Andy and Robert-”

Aaron sits down on one of the plastic chairs, scrubs a hand over his face. 

“So proud he was, when Robert was drafted.”

Aaron’s skin crawls. “To his team.”

“‘course,” Victoria says, self-deprecatingly. “Nobody else was going to have the Sugden prodigy.”

“So why’d he end up on third line?”

Victoria says nothing for a long, long time. “I don’t - didn’t - know. Robert played in Russia, dad went to support him ya know? When they came home - things were different.”

“I didn’t think he was like that,” Aaron says, echoing the words he’d said to Robert not twenty four hours ago.

Victoria’s hands clutch Robert’s like a lifeline. “I hate him.”

Join the club. 

“After we - in Russia,” Robert says, drunk off his arse. 

They’re in the hotel bar, Aaron wanting to get away, but Robert catches his arm, tugs him closer. 

“After we, you know,” he slurs, forehead pressed to Aaron’s shoulder. Adam fucked off five minutes ago, laughing as he walked away, only too happy to leave Robert in Aaron’s care. “I told dad.”

Aaron’s eyes widen. “What?”

“Not about us,” Robert says, voice muffled. “‘bout me. Told him I liked boys.”

“So?”

There’s a long pause and Aaron’s half-afraid Robert’s fallen asleep. Then, quietly, he says, “leathered me for it.”

Fuck. 

“S’why I stayed away. You’d have seen in the locker room,” Robert continues, words mumbled into the fabric of Aaron’s shirt. “I didn’t want anyone to know.”

“Robert,” Aaron starts.

“Don’t.” Robert shoves off of Aaron, eyes on the bar. 

“I didn’t think he was like that.”

“Nobody does,” Robert snorts, then, looking green, he clutches at the bar. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

Victoria heads for the cafeteria, asks Aaron gently if he wants anything, then disappears. 

Aaron lets out a slow, careful breath. “I’m sorry.”

He’s expecting it to be magical, for Robert to immediately wake up. 

“You should have told me,” Aaron says. “I thought -”

Aaron hates the silence. Robert’s filling it up, even if he’s yelling, at least that’s something. Aaron can’t remember the last time they had a proper conversation. On ice its a whole different ball game. They fight, they play like they’re on fire, they have an effortless partnership on the ice that the media get their rocks off to. 

Aaron wants that off ice as well.

“Wake the fuck up," he says eventually. 

They’re playing the Steelers for the first time since Robert joined the team. 

Aaron’s watching Robert carefully, the words ringing in his head. 

“Hey,” he says, catching Robert’s elbow. “Robert.”

“Don’t,” Robert says, in the same tone as the night before. He looks tired, dark circles under his eyes. Aaron misses the fire, the fight. “Whatever you have to say, wait till after.”

“Fine,” Aaron agrees, letting go. “After.”

A period and a half later, Robert goes down on the ice. 

There’s a hand in Aaron’s hair. 

Aaron jerks up, eyes snapping to Victoria. She’s asleep, legs curled up underneath her, blanket draped over her lap. 

“Hey.”

Aaron turns, sees Robert staring at him and wants to cry. “Hey.”

“Sorry,” Robert says, sounding raw.

It registers. Robert’s awake. “I thought-”

“I’ve been awake ‘bout two hours,” Robert tells him, hand slipping from Aaron’s hair to his face, then down to the bed. Aaron aches to have it back. “Didn’t wanna wake ya.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I plowed into boards,” Robert says, mouth twitching. Then, seriously. “I have double vision and I feel like I’m going to throw up, but that’s a concussion apparently. I’m supposed to lay in darkened rooms for the next century, but plowing into boards will do that to a guy.”

He’s rambling, more words strung together than Aaron’s heard in a while. 

“Robert,” Aaron says softly. Then, slowly, wraps his fingers around Robert’s. “I was worried about you.”

Robert swallows. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry.” Aaron blinks. “You should have told me.”

“Why?” Robert asks, eyes hooded. “What good would it have done?”

Aaron doesn’t know how to reply. Maybe none. Maybe it would have made all the difference. “I don’t know,” he says. “I just - could have helped ya.”

“I wouldn’t have let you,” Robert says seriously. He tugs on Aaron’s hand, gives him a smile. “Does this mean we get to fuck in showers again?”

“No,” Aaron says immediately, checking on Victoria. She’s still asleep. “A bed would be better, eh?”

It was the right thing to say; Robert’s eyes light up, the smile on his face soft and all Aaron’s. 

Robert doesn’t get back on the ice until the playoffs. 

Aaron’s keyed up, not sorry to see Ryan dropped back to second line. 

“Finally,” Max says, punching Robert in the shoulder. “Decided to actually do some work for a change.”

“Fuck off,” Robert says, tapping their helmets together. 

Aaron’s skating down centre ice, trying to get his head in the right place. Robert’s headed for him, all stupid smiles and wiggling eyebrows, like Aaron’s gonna say anything out here, on the ice. Bad enough a fan caught them out in Manchester, pictures splashed over Twitter like they have a right. 

“Relax,” Robert says, reading Aaron’s mind. “They’ll forget about it by next week.”

Aaron snorts as Robert pats his back with a glove. “Not if you keep this up.”

“You love me,” Robert grins, skating backwards because he’s an asshole. 

“No,” Aaron lies. “I really don’t.”

Robert laughs. “Well I love you.”

Aaron’s glad nobody can pick up what they’re saying, but his heart skips a beat anyway, smile so wide n his face he’s sure everyone knows anyway. “I love you too. Idiot.”

“I know,” Robert says, and then slides off to where Pete and Adam are crowding the goal. 

Idiot, Aaron thinks fondly. Then, with a blow from the whistle, skates down the ice to join Robert on the goal line. 

#robron #robert sugden #aaron dingle #victoria sugden #pete barton #fic by me #hockey! #i finally did it #enjoy :))) #less hockey more emotion #but i'll be in this verse again #fyi ;)

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Eminem's 'Revival': Track-by-Track Guide to New Album

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Eminem's 'Revival': Track-by-Track Guide to New Album

Craig McDean

Eminem, the best-selling rapper of all time, returned at midnight with Revival, his first album in four years. The new LP sprawls across 19 tracks, touching on rock, gospel, pop and, of course, hard-bitten hip-hop. Eminem veers from sassy to self-deprecating, dependent to dismissive, murderous to politically conscious, uncontrollably lusty to borderline repentant, sometimes all within the same song. He raps over skeletal, golden-age beats courtesy of Rick Rubin and stirring piano ballads from longtime collaborator Alex da Kid; he teams up with locally known artists like Phresher as well as global stars like Beyoncé, Pink and Alicia Keys. Across it all, Eminem remains intent on convincing listeners that he’s still at the top of his game: “Will I ever fall off/That day’ll never come.” Here’s a guide to understanding the album’s producers, songwriters, guests and key themes.

1. “Walk On Water” feat. Beyoncé Back in 2000, Eminem opened The Marshall Mathers LP with a sarcastic public service announcement: “Slim Shady does not give a fuck what you think!” It got nastier (and funnier) from there. But that was the old Marshall, and it turns out the new Marshall really does give a fuck what you think. Revival starts in a way that would have been unimaginable in the old days, with solemn piano chords, an honest-to-god gospel chorus from Beyoncé, and Eminem earnestly asking, “Why are expectations so high? Is it the bar I set?”

There’s no punchline. This is a serious, vulnerable track about the doubts that nag at a rap god late at night. He’s heard your criticisms of his latter-day work, and they hit home. In the second verse, he makes the stakes he’s chosen for Revival explicit, referencing the critical and commercial high-water mark of the original MMLP (“It’s the curse of the standard/That the first of the Mathers discs set”) and describing his writing process in relatable terms: “It always feels like I’m hitting the mark /Til I go sit in the car, listen and pick it apart/Like, this shit is garbage!”

Beyoncé comes through with humility and grace, and storied producer Rick Rubin (along with co-producer Skylar Grey) provides a sound that’s closer to the albums he made with Johnny Cash than the tougher-than-leather Run-DMC/Beasties beat he served up for “Berzerk” on Em’s last album. Mathers plays along, bringing a thoughtful tone and flow to match.

Then he snaps out of it in the track’s final seconds: “Me and you are not alike/Bitch, I wrote ‘Stan’!”

2. “Believe” Trappish snares and a minimal piano line courtesy of frequent foil Alex da Kid (“Love The Way You Lie,” Imagine Dragons’ “Radioactive”) give Revival‘s second track a more contemporary feel – this is the sound of a rapper in his mid-40s doing his best to keep up with the kids. He’s pretty comfortable in this new setting, even sneaking a not-groanworthy use of the word “lit” into his first verse. A bit later, he gets off some great internal-rhyme runs in a thuggish-ruggish Midwestern cadence: “But I still remember the days of/Minimum wage for/General labor/Welfare recipient as a minor/Look how government assistance has made you!” That verse builds up to one of his more memorable recent solo choruses, with shades of “The Way I Am” and “Cleaning Out My Closet.” The lingering questions that he emphasized on “Walk on Water” are still in the picture here (“Man, in my younger days, that dream was so much fun to chase….But how do you keep up the pace and the hunger pangs once you’ve won the race?”). But he’s off and running now.

3. “Chloraseptic” feat. Phresher Fans flipped out when they saw that the only guest MC featured on Revival‘s tracklist was Brooklyn’s own Phresher, best known for his street hit “Wait a Minute,” which blew up about a year ago and subsequently got remixed by everyone from Remy Ma to Riff Raff to 50 Cent to Royce da 5’9″. The latter connection likely explains how Eminem ended up calling in a hook from the NYC up-and-comer. “The record is about just spitting, man…Just cutthroat, at your throat music,” Phresher told Complex, adding, “It’s raw as fuck.”

True enough, Eminem gives a revved-up performance, dubbing himself the “Simon Cowell of rhyming foul,” memorably declaring “I’m Schoolly D, you’re Spoonie Gee” and providing a detailed description of how he plans to murder you using the wire from a notebook full of your weak-ass rhymes. The rumbling beat from his old friend Denaun Porter (a.k.a. Kon Artis from D-12) brings out his energetic, mischievous side.

4. “Untouchable” If any alt-right Eminem fans out there were hoping to forget about his Trump dis at the BET Hip Hop Awards, here he comes with even more vitriol. This six-minute song is Em’s most ambitious political statement ever, expanding and deepening the critique of American racism that he started outlining 15 years ago on “White America.” He spends the first half of “Untouchable” rapping from the perspective of a racist white cop, laying out exactly how he profiles and terrorizes black communities. The guitar-sampling beat from longtime cohorts Mr. Porter, Emile and Mark Batson makes this part of the song feel something like verse two of Jay-Z’s “99 Problems” with the viewpoint shifted to the state trooper’s side.

Then the beat switches to a moody piano loop, and Eminem raps from the perspective of a black American man in 2017. He gets fired up denouncing police brutality, segregation, hiring discrimination, flag-waving hypocrisy and other forms of systemic racism: “Fuck your Republican views/Pull ourselves up by the bootstraps, where the fuck are the boots?” It’s a lot to take in, and early reactions to “Untouchable” from within the rap world have been divided.

5. “River” feat. Ed Sheeran According to Ed Sheeran, much of “River” was recorded in March 2016 while he vacationed at actor Russell Crowe’s farm in Australia. “I used the studio at Russell’s house,” Sheeran told Billboard. “Played the drums on it, and then played the guitar, and then recorded the thing and wrote the chorus and did the piano on it, and then sent it off and then didn’t hear anything back.” Produced by Emile Haynie, the final version of “River” opens with Sheeran’s lament about being “a liar and a cheat,” then flows into Eminem’s lyrics about one-night stands, and the guilt and recriminations that follow. “Now that I got you I don’t want you/Took advantage and my thirst to pursue/Why do I do this dirt that I do?” he asks.

6. “Remind Me” (Intro) 7. “Remind Me” The cheeky hard rock of “Remind Me” is reminiscent of his 2013 single “Berzerk”: Both rely heavily on a sample of Joan Jett & the Blackhearts’ “I Love Rock & Roll.” And just like that Billboard top 3 hit, he uses “Remind Me” to unleash his horndog id, crowing about a big-booty woman with silicone breasts as big as the late Anna Nicole Smith’s. “Excuse me ma, I’m just too raw,” he raps. Still, he avoids referring to his conquest in derogatory terms, and the track seems more fun-loving than an expression of Slim Shady’s misogynist impulses. In a conversation with Elton John for Interview magazine, he talked about his relationship with the track’s producer, Rick Rubin. “[Rubin and I] were talking about a song or something, and he said, ‘I don’t really consider myself smart enough to know what everybody’s going to think, so I just do what feels right for me,'” Eminem remembered.

8. Revival (Interlude) 9. “Like Home” feat. Alicia Keys With a soaring chorus from Alicia Keys and production from Alex da Kid, “Like Home” continues the anti-Trump war that Eminem kicked off on last year’s single “Campaign Speech,” and reignited during the BET Hip-Hop Awards. “This chump barely even sleeps/All he does is watch Fox News like a parrot and repeats/While he looks like a canary with a beak/Why you think he banned transgenders from the military with a tweet?” he raps. (Critics of Eminem’s past lyrics about LGBTQ people may be surprised at his implicit support for transgender soldiers.) 

Eminem also takes some blame for Trump’s past appearance in “Shady Convention,” a mock political video ad that promoted his then-new Shade45 satellite channel. “Take it back to the Shady national convention/Wish I had spit on it before I went to shake his hand at the event/Or maybe had the wherewithal/To know that he was going to try to tear apart/Our sacred land we cherish and stand for.” When he spoke to Elton John for Interview, he elaborated on his antipathy towards Trump. “As long as he’s got his base, he does not give a fuck about anybody else in America. But guess what? There’s more of us than there are of them. I still feel like America is the greatest country to live in. This is my opinion. But we have issues that we need to work on and we need to do better.”

10. “Bad Husband” feat. X Ambassadors Eminem has often picked at the volatility of male-female relationships in uncomfortably scabrous terms, most memorably on his 2010 hit “Love the Way You Lie.” But the Alex da Kid-produced “Bad Husband” has a disturbing ring of truth, if only because it mentions Hailie Jade Mathers, Eminem’s daughter with his ex-wife Kim Scott. “We carry on with our public spats,” he raps, perhaps referencing to the avalanche of tabloid press that chronicled Eminem and Scott’s tumultuous relationship in the late Nineties and early Aughts. “You hit me once, and that I would use/To continue the pattern of abuse/Why did I punch back?/Girl, your dad is a scumbag,” he raps as he alternates between addressing Hailie and Kim. Then he continues a pattern of repentance for using his family as artistic fodder that started with 2013’s “Headlights,” his memorable apology to his mother. “But I’m sorry Kim/More than you can ever comprehend/Leaving you was fucking harder than/Sawing off a fucking body limb.” A chorus and backing arrangement from X Ambassadors, the “Renegades” rock band that first worked with Em on “Wicked Ways,” conjures a melancholy sound of redemption.

11. “Tragic Endings” feat. Skylar Grey Eminem remains in his comfort zone – exploring a vicious codependent romance – on the arena-rap ballad “Tragic Endings.” “There’s just something ’bout her/ That makes me not able to function without her,” Eminem admits. But don’t think this is happily-ever-after: “The idea of seeing me happy destroys her in itself,” he raps. “To see me falling to pieces brings her joy.”

The claustrophobic hook of “Tragic Endings” is provided by Grey, a frequent Eminem collaborator. She helped write the rapper’s Number One smash “Love the Way You Lie” along with “Tragic Endings” producer Alex da Kid; she also penned Revival blockbuster Beyoncé collaboration “Walk on Water.” She works in lockstep with Eminem on “Tragic Endings” to drive home the suffocating nature of this relationship. “I’m dying to breathe and all you do is strangle me,” she sings. “What a relief.”

12. “Framed” For “Framed,” Eminem reaches back to early tracks like “’97 Bonnie & Clyde” in both sound – relying on the simplest of beats, just two guitar licks and an unchanging drum loop – and violent content: The rapper offers advice here on how to get away with homicide. “When murdering females better pay attention to these details or you could be derailed,” he warns. “Better wear at least three layers of clothing or be in jail.”

Back in “’97 Bonnie & Clyde,” Eminem was driving through the night with his longtime antagonist – and ex-wife – Kim dead in the back, but this time he envisions tangling with Eighties supermodel Christie Brinkley and the President’s daughter: “Dog, how the fuck is Ivanka Trump in the trunk of my car?” “Framed” wraps up with a half-hearted declaration of innocence. “There’s a missing person, so what? He’s got nothing to do with me/ I’m almost certain I was framed.”

13. “Nowhere Fast” feat. Kehlani Eminem faces off with a frantic string section, agitated hi-hats and the apocalypse on “Nowhere Fast,” defying terrorist attacks at one moment and his rap competition the next: “For MCs it’s a funeral when I’m devising this rhyme/ Cause I’m awake and you’re mourning, that’s why I rise and I shine.” Eminem may be 45 years old, but he has little interest in reflecting on his own mortality. “To the pine box: Bitch, fuck you,” he raps. “I’m better than I ever was.”

Kehlani joins Eminem to provide the atmospheric melodic accompaniment that he appears to favor everywhere on Revival. She sings sentimental lines about living fast and dying young: “Never looking back and we’re never getting old/ ‘Cause the skies are black but our hearts made of gold.” “Honored to be on this album, and in such amazing company,” she wrote on Instagram when Eminem shared the Revival track list earlier this month. “I can’t wait for the world to hear this.”

14. “Heat” After slamming President Trump throughout Revival, Eminem finds surprising common ground with him in “Heat,” one of the album’s lustiest songs. “Grab you by the [meow sound effect], hope it’s not a problem, in fact,” he raps. “About the only fact I agree on with Donald is that.” Eminem is single-mindedly priapic here, so even when he takes a moment to shout out this track’s producer, Rick Rubin, he twists the tribute into a pick-up line: “Come on, little mama, you’re hot enough to melt Rick’s beat.”

Rubin provides the sort of skeletal rap-rock accompaniment he served Eminem four years ago on The Marshall Mathers LP 2 track “Berserk” – distorted guitar and scratching vinyl sputter high in the mix. The primary riff is pulled from the Boogie Nights soundtrack’s “Intro (Feel the Heat),” a song performed in the film by John C. Reilly and Mark Wahlberg. “Heat” also ends with a brief snippet of Boogie Nights dialog from Wahlberg’s character that fits easily next to Eminem’s verses: “It’s my big dick, so everybody get ready right fucking now.”

15. “Offended” “Offended” features Revival‘s most technically impressive passage, a blistering display of speed near the end of the song– countless syllables crammed into 12 or 13 seconds – that aims for the record books. The rest of the track rises from the same fertile ground as “Just Don’t Give a Fuck” and “Bad Influence,” old songs in which Eminem turns listeners’ hatred of him into a badge of honor – or maybe a suit of armor.

As always, antipathy spurs him to cross even more lines and break even more taboos; here he describes himself with allusions to men accused of sexual assault (Bill Cosby, R. Kelly) and child murder (Justin Ross Harris). And yet again, Eminem guns for Trump, still annoyed that the President did not reply to his BET freestyle. He also goes after Ivanka and Melania. “Shit’s on, bruh,” Eminem declares. “… Ivanka, stiff arm her/While I’m hittin’ on Melania/And this song’s for all ya.”

The MC alternates between hard, low rapping and nursery-rhyme sing-song on “Offended,” borrowing his hook from a bleak source – “The Knife Game Song.” The taut, jumpy, brassy “Offended” instrumental was crafted by Illa da Producer, who also helmed Lil Pump’s “Pinky Ring” and French Montana’s “Have Mercy.” Eminem takes a moment to compliment the beat-maker’s work, noting that, “These drums and hard snares bring out the worst in me.” “I’m so narcissistic, when I fart, I sniff it,” he adds a few lines later. “Do a fake dab to smell my armpits with it.”

16. “Need Me” feat. Pink “Need Me” is Eminem’s second collaboration with Pink. But in contrast to the playful “Revenge,” off of her October album Beautiful Trauma, “Need Me” is a bombastic power ballad dominated by Alex da Kid’s cavernous percussion. Pink sings two verses and choruses before Eminem comes in for the song’s one lengthy, intense rap verse. But something happens in the first half of “Need Me” that’s rarely been heard in Eminem’s many collaborations with female singers: he harmonizes with Pink, his voice gradually appearing during her second verse. Darting in and out of the track’s lurching waltz rhythm, Marshall vents about a dysfunctional relationship: “Starting to think we were made for each other/ But one of us in this relationship is raising the other/ You remind me of my mother.”

17. “In Your Head” “In Your Head” opens with Dolores O’Riordan’s voice beamed in from 1994 as a sample of the Cranberries hit “Zombie,” and runs underneath the entirety of the track. The song is produced by Scram Jones, a New York-based MC/producer who’s been chopping samples for Jadakiss, Ghostface Killah, and others since the early 2000s, but has never worked with Eminem before.

Em spends most of “In Your Head” castigating himself over career missteps: “Fuck it, I’ve done enough in this rap shit, Recovery brought me nothing but back to where I was/ And perhaps this could’ve been my victory lap if I wasn’t on the verge of Relapse.”

18. “Castle” feat. Skylar Grey “I built this castle, now we are trapped on the throne,” Skylar Grey sings at the opening of “Castle.” Each verse of the song is a letter, complete with pencil and paper sound effects echoing “Stan.” But this time, the letters are from Marshall Mathers to his daughter Hailie; the first letter is a few weeks before her 1995 birth, the second is a year later, and the third is on her 12th birthday. The third verse ends with Eminem at a low point in 2007, overdosing on methadone and nearly dying. “Your dad’s at the end of his rope/I’m sliding down a slippery slope/Anyway, sweetie, I better go, I’m getting sleepy…Love, Dad, shit, I don’t know.”

19. “Arose” “Arose” opens with a loop of a young LeAnn Rimes’s 1997 recording of “The Rose,” best known as the title song from Bette Midler’s 1979 album and film of the same name. Picking up where the narrative of “Castle,” ended, Eminem is recounting his 2007 overdose, speaking to his family and to his longtime D12 groupmate Proof, whose 2006 death “tore me in two.” Four minutes into “Arose,” Eminem declares “To rewrite a mistake, I’m rewinding the tape” and the song abruptly stops, and the third verse of “Castle” begins again. But this time it ends differently, “I’m pledging to throw this methadone in the toilet.” The album concludes with a new day dawning, and the sound of a toilet flushing. 

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Once upon a time ago, kayfabe was a sacred thing to be held as a standard in the wrestling business. Kayfabe, of course, refers to those within the industry keeping the illusion that wrestling is 100% legit and not scripted entertainment. If this illusion wasn’t kept up at all times by those within the industry, there would be severe consequences for those who broke kayfabe. Even Triple H, as a rookie, had to answer for some punishment when he broke kayfabe during the now infamous Madison Square Garden curtain call between himself, Shawn Michaels, Kevin Nash, and Scott Hall. Yet, somewhere along the way, the veil between the illusion of realness of wrestling and the truth behind the sports entertainment was severed. It is hard to pinpoint exactly when those in the industry accepted that kayfabe was pretty much dead and that everyone and their mother knew that the sport was a work (aka a farce in wrestling terminology), but since then, no one in the wrestling business even tries to hide the fact that wrestling is worked anymore. In 2017, this shift in kayfabe acceptance is more evident than ever. We now live in the age of the internet where everyone who ever has ever worked in the industry gets asked to give their honest opinion on the business on social media, in podcasts, and especially shoot interviews (which refer to interviews where wrestlers go completely off the cuff and spill the dirt about any and all going-ons within the business). Several wrestlers have given shoot interviews where they provide the most scathing of remarks, but there are just as many interviews where wrestlers have admitted some pretty strange things. The wrestling business breeds to an entire industry of stories regarding sex, money, pain, and debauchery for many wrestlers and when given a platform to riff on such topics, wrestlers tend to say some pretty damning and strange things. Here are some examples.

#1 Chris Jericho Tries to Kiss The Undertaker Upon debuting the very first episode of his Talk is Jericho podcast, Chris Jericho started things off with a bang. Not just because he had Stone Cold Steve Austin on as his first guest, but because the first episode featured a strange, yet hilariously captivating, tale that helped establish Talk Is Jericho as one of the most must listen podcasts in the industry. At one point in the interview, the two were singing the praises of The Undertaker when Jericho starting telling a story of when him, Taker, and the rest of the boys were having a night out on the town during a tour in Japan right after a house show. While at a bar, Jericho (perhaps a little drunk) spent three hours trying to get Taker to allow Jericho to kiss him on the lips. To even ask a question like that once, yet alone for three hours, to a guy like The Undertaker was ballsy on Jericho’s part, but Taker kept his cool and even (reluctantly) allowed Jericho to kiss him on the cheek.

#2 Tammy Sytch and Her Sunny Days There is a perception that when people get a certain age, they tend to spill the beans about every wild story from their lives, right down to the most innate of details, to anyone who’ll listen because they are at a point in their lives where they are too old to care what people think. Based on everything that spills out of her mouth in her interviews, Sunny is long passed that stage in her life. There is a long line of shoot interviews where Sunny has been shockingly candid about what went on backstage in the glory days of her WWE career. This includes mentioning that Vince McMahon let her and Shawn Michaels fool around in his office, her brief affair with the British Bulldog, and her one night stand with Dolph Ziggler. It isn’t so much “strange” what Sunny says in these interviews, but rather strange that she is so open to telling it. Again, we get that she doesn’t care what people say or think of her in light of her comments, but it is just surprising to hear her be so blunt about her backstage liaisons.

#3 Kevin Owens Plays With Dolls Prior to coming to WWE, Kevin Owens used to wrestle under his real name, Kevin Steen, and in his spare time, he used to interview his fellow wrestlers on the indie scene with his own internet talk show, The Kevin Steen Show. In one episode, he interviewed one of his best friends and current WWE writer, Jimmy Jacobs. While shootin’ the breeze, Steen reminisced on his childhood where he used to play with his wrestling action figures. He used to cue up special entrances for his toys, especially during Stone Cold Steve Austin’s entrance, which he would throw a mug at the wall to produce Stone Cold’s glass shattering theme effect. Everyone was amused at the tale of a little kid playing with his dolls; nothing unusual about that. Until Steen dropped the bombshell at the end of his story that he was 17 years old (almost a legal adult). Jacobs was so flabbergasted that he nearly spat out his drink. Feeling a little embarrassed seeing everyone laughing at him, Steen cleaned up his story by saying he might’ve been “at least 14,” but the cat was already out the bag. What makes this story even better is knowing that if he was 17, Steen was already working the indies as a full time wrestler for a year when he was playing with his dolls.

#4 Stone Cold’s Shower Fall WWE always like to give their audiences the impression that their roster is filled with some of the toughest SOBs to ever grace a wrestling ring. This is especially true regarding someone like Stone Cold Steve Austin, who was always promoted as the biggest badass to ever stomp a mudhole and walk it dry in a WWE ring. Which is why WWE may not be quick to mention that The Rattlesnake injured himself in the shower while trying to dance to Michael Jackson music as it doesn’t sound like the makings of a tough guy. Despite his tough guy exterior, Stone Cold mentioned this himself on an episode of his podcast. He said that while on location filming episodes for his Broken Skull Challenge game show, he was taking a shower in his trailer while Michael Jackson played on his Pandora. While in the mood, he tried to do the moonwalk, but in mid-walk, he fell. Not only did he fall, but his legs got tangled, his shoulders pinned down, and he was stuck in the tiny shower. His wife called the fire department to help get him out. For all the superstars who Stone Cold toppled in WWE, it was the mighty shower which had him down for the count.

#5 Bret Hart Farted In Bam Bam Bigelow’s Face The finals of the 1993 King of the Ring tournament saw the technical wizard that is Bret “The Hitman” Hart go over the human wrecking ball that is Bam Bam Bigelow to win the crowd in a now classic contest. Bigelow talked about the match in a shoot interview of the match and he had some fond words to say. He spoke about the match as one of the best matches of his career and expressed nothing but love for The Excellence of Execution. The interview just seemed like the average run-of-the-mill interview where a wrestler praises his former opponent and comrade. That is until Bigelow shockingly admitted that Hart farted in his face right at the conclusion of the match. The match’s finish saw Hart win by rolling up Bigelow with a victory pin, but as soon as he sat on top of Bigelow, Hart farted. Bigelow said in the moment, he couldn’t help but holler at Hart “Aw, son of a b*tch!” when he got a whiff of the smell.

#6 Good Ol’ JR Is A Big Ol’ Meanie Several wrestlers have praised commentator Jim Ross as being one of the nicest guys to ever step foot in the industry. To the surprise of many, Rikishi actually once attested to the contrary. In one shoot interview, he admitted that he always believed that Jim Ross always had it out for “our guys.” No, Rikishi was not alluding to Samoan people or minorities in general, but of heavyset people. This in itself is a strange thing to confess because, let’s be honest, Jim Ross was never exactly what we’d call “slim” himself. In any case, Rikishi believes this to be true and he believes that to be the reason why JR would mistreat Rikishi throughout his time in WWE. Rikishi cited Bubba Ray Dudley as another big man who JR had it out for, but Bubba never backed up Rikishi’s claims. In fact, no one has backed up Rikishi’s claims and no other big wrestlers have shared the same sentiment towards JR.

#7 Perry Saturn, Raven, and D—–os Boy, it’s stories like this that remind us just how different the wrestling industry is today compared to how it was 20 years ago. While we’re not trying to say that current wrestlers are complete squares, we are saying that only in the 90s would there be a story of a wrestler attaching a dildo to his head while in a room with a stripper. For some context, as Perry Saturn himself explained in a YouShoot interview, he used to hire strippers with his former on-screen Flock member, Raven, just for laughs and bring them to a hotel. One night during one of these stripper-laden escapades, the two got bored and came up with a uniquely bright idea. They bought a slip-n-slide from a store, set it up in the hotel hallway, had one of the strippers naked at the other end with her legs spread open, Saturn attaches a strap-on dildo to his head, and Raven chucks Saturn down the slide with the intention of his dildo hitting the woman’s, well, bullseye. Unsurprisingly, they all got kicked out by hotel security after that.

#8 Brian Pillman’s Bowel Movement While this story was told by Jim Ross rather than the late wrestler himself, we can almost guarantee that Brian Pillman was proud enough of this accomplishment that he would be raving about this today if he were alive. While sharing stories for the sake of the Brian Pillman: Loose Cannon documentary, JR told the story from his WCW days when Pillman approached Ross  and told him that they needed to go someplace private so that Pillman could show him something important. Pillman took Ross to the shower area, swung the stall door open, and unveiled what Ross would call “the longest uninterrupted piece of human waste known to man” sitting in the commode. JR swore up and down that it had to be at least 18 inches long. Apparently, Pillman was so proud of his glorious bowel movement that he had a ring crew member guard the stall throughout the afternoon and all day, Pillman would bring guys in to show them his “masterpiece” and brag about what he had done.

#9 “Hard Left” Teddy Hart Teddy Hart has always managed to be one of the sharp tongued members of the Hart family and perhaps the most controversial wrestler working today. Since controversy tends to breed controversy. Controversy seemed to be the word of the day during his interview on the Best Friends talk show, hosted by indie tag team and best friends Chuck Taylor and Trent Barreta. In the interview, he made some absurd proclamations and even more absurd transitions into his stories. One second, he’d be talking about spending his stint in rehab with Razor Ramon. The next, he’d talk about getting Batista to buy him an omelette. In the same breathe, he’d talk about the Hart family gym right before casually saying he sells weed. All while a room full of a dozen wrestlers listen on in stunned silence. Both the content of the interview and the delivery of Hart himself make this one of the strangest, most shocking shoot interviews to ever grace the internet. They don’t call him “Hard Left” Teddy Hart for nothing. As Taylor said himself, Hart’s stories feel like they’re going in a linear path, and then they go left someplace crazy.

#10 Homicide Almost Pees On CM Punk Prior to hitting the mainstream wrestling scene, CM Punk and Samoa Joe earned critical acclaim on the indie scene following a trilogy of classic matches over the Ring of Honor World Championship that took place in 2004. The two talked about the inner workings of their matches in a Straight Shootin’ interview that same year, but the two also managed to talk about some crazy road stories as well. One of the long and hilarious stories focused on an insane night on the town with a few of their wrestler friends, most of which were sloppy drunk. One of their friends happened to be Impact Wrestling and ROH alum, Homicide. At the end of their story, Punk mentioned that while all of the wrestlers were crashed out in the same room, Punk just happened to wake up in the middle of the night, for no particular reason, and he awoke to see a drunk Homicide undoing his belt and ready to let a stream flow. A startled Punk arose to tell Homicide he wasn’t in the bathroom and at the realization, Homicide staggered away. Punk still had to shuffle Homicide into the bathroom and amazingly enough, Punk heard no pee. Homicide just passed out by the toilet.

#11 Randy Orton Grabs Ken Kennedy’s Crotch If we are to take Mr. Kennedy’s words from his YouShoot interview as gospel, then Randy Orton seems to have a tendency to do some strange things for a quick laugh. The strangest part about Orton is that it appears he likes to do things for a laugh even if there are no other parties around. Kennedy told a story of one time, while the two of them were alone in the locker room, Orton would come out of the locker room nude and dip his penis into Kennedy’s boot just to amuse himself. Orton often did weird stuff like that simply to amuse himself, or at least he did so while alone with Mr. Kennedy. Things got even weirder when Kennedy and Orton were alone in a car and out of the blue, Orton grabbed Kennedy’s crotch. Orton laughed hysterically while a perplexed Kennedy could only respond by reminding Orton that “There’s no one else in the car to find that funny.” It’s not hard to see why these two had a falling out right before Kennedy was fired by WWE.

#12 Brodus Clay Was Bullied By Hornswoggle Brodus Clay is a 6-foot-7-inch mammoth weighing in at 375lbs. Hornswoggle is literally a dwarf. In no world should Brodus Clay ever feel victimized by Hornswoggle the leprechaun, but apparently, the formerly dubbed Little Bastard bullied the Funkasaurus Rex relentlessly during their time in WWE. Clay made the dubious claim in his YouShoot interview where, with the most serious of looks in his eyes with a straight face, told the interviewer “[Hornswoggle’s] a bully. He is a bully. He is a verbal assassin. He picks, he judges, he’s just an evil little guy.” To support his claims, Clay spoke on a few examples of Hornswoggle bullying Clay and even bullying The Miz, one time driving off while Miz was in a gas station and making The Awesome One walk miles up to their hotel. Clay was so fed up with Hornswoggle’s bullying antics at one point that he actually attacked him. Most fans were skeptical that such a little man could bully such a big man, but in a response interview with Hornswoggle, the little man confirmed it, admitting that Clay wasn’t wrong in his claims.

#13 Scott Hall Wants To Have S-x With Paige In the summer of 2015, Paige used to have a tendency to get overtly sexual while in the ring, going as far as to sexually mount her opponents while pinning them. During one of these 3-count victory moments, WWE Hall of Famer Scott Hall tweeted at Paige, calling her “Such a naughty girl” that he has “good mind to bend [her] over one knee and spank [her].” The majority of fans criticized Hall’s comments as being pervy, but Paige took it in stride understanding that the former Razor Ramon’s comments were meant as a joke. Hall went on to take his joke further in a YouShoot interview. When asked which WWE Diva, past or present, he would give a rimjob to, Hall did not hesitate in saying Paige. The question itself was wild enough to begin with, but for Hall to be quick to say Paige despite all the previous backlash he had in ogling her doesn’t help his case against being pervy.

#14 Mick Foley and Ron Simmons Hold Hands During S-x As Teddy Long explained in a now infamous YouShoot interview, while travelling back in his WCW days as a referee, wrestlers Mick Foley and Ron “Farooq” Simmons were his road buddies. While on the road in Texas, the trio managed to score themselves a few women to bring back to their hotel room. What the girls came to the hotel for is obvious, but what is not so obvious is what ol’ Cactus Jack did during the act. While Foley had a girl on a bed and Simmons had another girl on a different bed, Foley reached out to grab Simmons hand. He just held Simmons’ hand while having sex with a girl because, as Foley told the former WCW Champion, “I need your support.” Simmons did not know what that meant, Long didn’t know what that meant, and frankly, none of us know what Foley could have meant. All we can assume is that Foley must’ve thought Teddy Long just booked a tag team match and Foley tried to tag in Simmons while in mid-stroke.

#15 Michael Elgin Pees On a Girl Michael Elgin has become something of a Canadian sensation since arriving to the indie scene and slowly breaking his way into mainstream wrestling. In just the last few years, he’s gone from impressive rookie to Ring of Honor World Champion to the resident big hoss westerner of New Japan Pro Wrestling. Before the fame and acclaim, he did an interview on The Kevin Steen Show where he admitted to making an interesting wager with some of his buddies. Elgin was wagered that if he could convince a girl to let him urinate on her, he’d get $100. So while a woman is performing fellatio on him in the bathroom while a camera was present to capture the affair, Elgin politely asked her if he could pee on her. Surprisingly, she agrees to it and in a moment’s notice, Elgin does his deed. It seems like though she agreed, the woman didn’t actually think Elgin would actually do it. So she’s waving her arms trying to deflect the urine, screaming “No! Stop pissing on me!” Needless to say, that didn’t stop the piss from flying. When Elgin tried to show the tape to his friends minutes later as proof to get his money, the tape wouldn’t play for some reason. Lucky for Elgin, the proof came when the aforementioned woman could be angrily heard in the distance telling her friend, “Cindy, Elgin f*cking pissed on me!”

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Susan Sarandon Reveals That Her Sexual Orientation Is 'Open' and 'Up for Grabs'

Susan Sarandon is not holding back!

Ever the straight-shooter, the 70-year-old actress describes her sexual orientation these days as "open" in a new, candid interview.

WATCH: Susan Sarandon Stuns in Cleavage-Baring Pantsuit, Talks Evolution of 'Women Over a Certain Age' in Hollywood 

"My sexual orientation is up for grabs, I guess you could say," the Feud star revealed to PrideSource.

Sarandon, though, says she hasn't been able to take full advantage of her sexual fluidity because of her past relationships with ex-husbands Chris Sarandon, who she married at age 20, and Tim Robbins. Now, much to her alarm, she's not being courted by many men or women.

"I'm a serial monogamist," she said, "so I haven't really had a large dating career. I haven't exactly been in the midst of a lot of offers of any kind. I'm still not! I don't know what's going on! But I think back in the '60s it just was much more open."

WATCH: Susan Sarandon and Piers Morgan Have a Twitter Spat Over Her Cleavage (Yes, Really) 

Even so, there was one romantic relationship she was fond of... and the man wasn't straight, according to Sarandon. 

"I did at one point have a very successful and very loving and wonderful affair with a man who then wasn't with another woman after me, and that worked out fine!" she divulged. "I don't think you had to declare yourself as rigidly as you do now."

The man was British actor Philip Sayer, who died in 1989, and the two were co-stars in Tony Scott's 1983 vampire film, The Hunger.

"He was gay, and we had a great relationship in every way," she noted.

WATCH: New 'Feud' Trailer: First Look at Susan Sarandon & Jessica Lange in Character as Bette Davis & Joan Crawford 

Elsewhere, Sarandon got fired up regarding the heat she's received from Hillary Clinton supporters. The outspoken actress famously voted for Green Party candidate Jill Stein, and when asked if she would've voted differently knowing Donald Trump would be president, she said, "To talk about this, for me, is a waste of energy."

"I was not the person who brought Trump into power," she continued. "...We're in a moment in history where you're gonna either be on one side or the other, and to be quiet or to be depressed or to blame me is not productive."

The actress also discussed playing Old Hollywood icon Bette Davis in FX's upcoming drama Feud, which explores the contentious relationship between Davis and her rival, Joan Crawford. Sarandon admits she's never experienced onset rivalry with another female actress because, "I feel very comfortable with all the women that are my competition." Watch the video below for more on Feud. 

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