#i was half joking with AJ earlier but like

[shuuuuush]

Hi Luv, could you write something about Filly being jealous because AJ or so keeps on flirting with reader? <3

EVERY RIGHT TO BE [Yung Filly]

Warnings: none

A/N: Sorry, I changed it to Niko because I feel like Filly wouldn't really be jealous of AJ yk 😭

Fillys mad? oh no, he's jealous.

He doesn't usually get all worked up, but today, he feels that he might break his cycle of being positive because the scene in front of him is really getting on his nerves.

Niko has his arm around you, his girl.

Shouldn't that be Filly? Shouldn't that be your boyfriend doing that?

Earlier, you both had been invited to join a beta squad video. You only knew Chunkz since Filly was your boyfriend, and he was his best friend.

So Filly thought it would be a great idea if you could meet the rest of his friends. The beta squad.

They were going to shoot a false identity video and thought that the two of you would be perfect to make the video more fun.

On arriving there, you were first greeted by Chunk, one whom you knew. And then you were introduced to the rest of the squad.

Sharky, Aj, and Kenny are all shaking their hands and smiling while you were introducing yourself.

Then you saw a familiar face, one who you haven't seen in a long time.

"Niko?" You asked, squinting your eyes at the taller man to see if it was actually him.

"Y/N? I didn't know you were here!" Niko half ran up to you and engulfed you in a hug. Leaving all the others confused, especially Filly.

"I didn't know you were still in London? This is crazy." You breathed a laugh while in this moment.

A cough was heard from Filly, and you turned around seeing the rest of the squad looking at both of you in confusion. You pulled away from the hug and pointed a hand, directing to Niko.

"Niko was my childhood best friend, but I moved away a few years after." you explained, and everyone nodded in understandment.

Everyone except Filly, it took him a little longer than everyone to comprehend the situation until he finally nodded, a little suspicion slowly cracking through his mind when he saw Niko put a smile on your face as you laughed at something he said.

Before the video started, everyone had a practice on what it was going to be like, especially since it was yours and Filly's first time doing a false identity video. They wanted you both to get the basics of it.

But throughout the practice, something was pissing Filly off. He wasn't his normal happy attitude. Anyone who knew him well enough would know that this is not how Filly normally acts.

Was it that everyone was squashed near each other on a long table?

Was it that less than 10 minutes in, the studio had to be fixed on multiple occasions?

Was it the stress to come to choose who it might be in the video?

Or was it the fact that he wasn't even sitting next to his girlfriend. Was it the fact that you were put next to the person he really didn't want you to sit next to.

When the cameras started rolling, everyone was having fun, guessing who was the imposter and the fake people trying to win the cash prize but were too obvious to be real.

For a while, Filly almost forgot that he was a little jealous. He was actually enjoying the time with his friends.

Until he heard laughs from you, laughing at one of Niko's jokes about the fake identity person.

He didn't realise it, but his face went into a cold stare. No smiles, no happy expressions. Just blank.

All Filly could do was sit there and watch as the both of you laughed at each others jokes, smiling and having fun. From another's eye, it may have looked like you and Niko were a couple and not you and Filly.

He didn't want to cause a commotion, but he really wasn't feeling too good right now.

But one thing that came to mind on what he could do was embarrass Niko. Well, to the extent he could, at least to make it seem that Filly was better, so he had to wait for the right time.

One man, they forgot who the name was because they were all in masks. Sharky asked what his name was.

"Drew." The masked man answered, and just as the words left the man's mouth, Niko was already on him, with a funny one-liner.

"Oh, I know you, your name is Drew P. Weiner right?"

And the whole squad burst out in laughter, some repeating what Niko said but in fits of laughter. Filly wasn't fazed, though. Instead, saw this as an opportunity to call Niko out.

"Y'know how bad that was? Why'd you always have to violate man like that?" And when others tried to calm Filly down saying it was a joke, he just said, "No, that wasn't even funny. How'd you lot find that funny?"

"What, like, you can make better jokes?" Niko scoffed but with a smirk on his face.

"Yeah, at least they're not all dick jokes."

Sensing something stirring between the two, you tried to steer the conversation back to the video and question the next person.

Throughout the video, Filly also noticed Niko was a bit touchy and always ends up asking for your opinion, you ignored it though because you were old friends so you thought it was normal for him to act like this.

Finally, after a few long hours, the video was fully completed. Everyone went off the set, and either went home or went to go eat somewhere.

A few minutes after getting your belongings, Niko came up to you.

"Hey, Y/N. It was great to see you again, we should catch up and get something to eat? Like the old times." He said loosely, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and ruffling your hair with the other hand. Niko was always tall, so he did that all the time.

You laughed, elbowing him to get out of the headlock.

"Yeah, that would be nice, I'll have to check my schedule if I'm free or not. I'll get back to you." You replied, and Niko nodded, telling you to text him to let him know and waved goodbye.

On the other side of the room, Filly was looking at both of you, arms folded and jealousy stirring inside of him. He didn't like how it made him feel, but he couldn't ignore how strong it was.

Chunkz walked up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, causing Filly to get out of his trance.

"Bruva, you good?" Chunkz always knew Filly best. He's been through with him a lot and knows him like the back of his hand.

"Did you see the way Niko was moving to my girl? That's proper mad."

Chunkz chuckled at his friend, causing Filly to give a look at him. "I'm serious. It's not funny. Why was he getting all touchy, and he was laughing a little too hard with her. You saw that, too, yeah?"

Chunkz nodded, "That's just how Niko is, though. I wouldn't worry about it. They are childhood friends, after all." And with that thought, he left Filly to contemplate the situation.

He was going to approach you and ask about it. He thought that would be a smart thing to do until he saw Niko come back and tell you that he forgot to give you his number to text him.

When exchanging numbers, you looked around and made eye contact with Filly. He just shook his head and left, heading towards the door.

"Filly!" You called out to him, and when he didn't respond, you told Niko you had to leave and rushed to go follow him.

Calling out to him again, you realised he wasn't answering back. He was halfway to his car in the driveway when you called out to him again.

You stomped towards him, hand on his arm, stopping him from taking a step further, “Are you ignoring me?”

He turns to you, face stern, “Only because you’ve been ignoring me."

"What?" Taken aback, you let go of his arm. When have you ignored him?

"Yeah, you've been too busy flirting with Niko that maybe you've forgotten that you have a boyfriend!" He shouted, clearly pissed at the situation.

Filly doesn't get angry normally, but today he did, and this was your first time seeing him get mad. Now you realised what the situation was. He was jealous. Of course he was. He had no other reason to burst out like that.

"Babe, Niko wasn't flirting with me. We're friends. He just wanted to catch up." You tried to calm him down, you were speaking the truth, you didn't think Niko was flirting with you.

"He has been flirting with you. Can you not even see that?"

"Filly, you don't need to be jealous of him."

"I have every right to be jealous, Y/N. Look at him. He's tall, and he's funny. I'll admit he's a good-looking guy. He's basically got everything I don't have." He pointed to all of himself, then looked back to you. "Look at me. I'm not much compared to him."

Your gaze softened at him, so he wasn't just jealous because deep down, he felt insecure, thinking you might leave him for Niko, you could see it in his eyes.

"Filly..." You spoke softly, taking his hands in yours and making him look up at you. "I love you, not Niko."

“Just… don’t leave me, okay?” He said, his brown eyes gazing into your yours.

You pulled him into a hug, resting your head on his shoulder, and hugged him tight. "No baby, don’t say that. I won’t leave you, ever."

"Even if I'm not as tall or funny as Niko?"

"Filly, to me, you're funnier than Niko. Maybe not as tall, but you're the perfect height, I still love you either way." You laughed and placed your lips onto his.

Filly then realised that he didn't need to be jealous anymore, not with you by his side. All he knew was that he loved you, and you loved him back. That's all he needed right now.

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[eddie-munsons-girl]

My Sunflower (Part One)

Eddie Munson x Female OC SFW, Fluff, Cute Cross posted on AO3, series work in progress Each chapter inspired by a Harry Styles song

I Can See You're Lonely...

"I can see you're lonely down there Don't you know that I am right here?"

- Satellite, Harry Styles

Aurora-Jessica Ellis was not what you would describe as popular, not even in the slightest. Quite the opposite, in fact. AJ hated people - with a passion.

There wasn’t a single person in her life who had never let her down. She was tired of being a second choice, tired being abandoned by those closest to her, and tired of being so goddamn hurt all the time. 

So she kept to herself. She went to school, kept good grades, ignored everyone around her, and left promptly at the last bell for her job in the local grocery store. 

She had long since ditched her worthless family for her own shoddy little trailer on the other side of town. She liked having her own space, almost as much as she liked not having to live in the hellhole that was her family home. 

It was a lonely life, the one she chose to live, but it was hers.

It wasn’t that people didn’t try to speak to her at first. Robin Buckley had been a fairly good friend of hers for a while. But then Robin graduated, got a job with Steve Harrington, and AJ found herself on the outside as Robin made off with a new group of friends. 

Robin had tried to speak with her a few times since the fire at Starcourt Mall, but AJ wasn’t the kind of person to make the same mistake twice. Robin didn’t need her, so AJ decided she didn’t need Robin. 

There was only one person that she had anything in common with at Hawkins High, and that was the resident freak. Eddie Munson.

Before settling in Hawkins, the Ellis family moved around a lot. Because of that, AJ was behind in her education and she had landed herself two grades down from where she should have been.

Both AJ and Eddie were older than their peers, outcasts, and possibly most importantly of all - desperate to get out of Hawkins High.

And that is how she ended up agreeing to partner with him for an extra credit English project. Eddie needed the boost for his grade, and she understood his situation more than most. 

So on a dreary Thursday afternoon, she found herself wandering five minutes up the road to his trailer with a bag of study material thrown over her shoulder. 

She was most definitely nervous, it had been a long time since she had even spoken with someone from school. She wasn’t sure how to act, what to say, or even how to feel. This was more than out of her element.

Coughing up as much courage as she could muster, she knocked on his trailer door and stepped back.

The door swung open, revealing Eddie in usual attire of jeans and a Hellfire shirt, with a half eaten sandwich in his hand.

“Hey.” He muttered, mouth still full. “Come in. Don’t mind the mess, there was a small tornado earlier, couldn’t be bothered to fix anything.”

If she wasn’t so nervous, AJ may have been tempted to laugh at his joke. But she remained silent, clutching her bag strap and making her way into his living room. 

“We can work in my room. It should be slightly cleaner.” Eddie told her, nodding over his shoulder and turning to lead the way. 

AJ followed him, nervously twirling the silver ring on her middle finger. 

Eddie had obviously cleared a space in the middle of the floor for them to work, and he hadn’t exactly put in a lot of effort. He had shoved the things that had previously been there into a corner, where it was now sitting in a dishevelled pile of discarded junk. 

AJ carefully sat herself down in the space, sitting her bag in front of her and beginning to pull out her materials. 

“You’re not one for talking, huh?” Eddie commented, sitting himself down across from her. 

“Not really.” AJ said, her voice nearly a whisper.

“Fair enough.” Eddie nodded. “So what is it that we have to do here?”

AJ handed him the assignment details, rifling through her own notes as he read it over. 

“Not gonna lie, Aurora, I’m not sure how much help I’m gonna be with this.” Eddie huffed with a laugh, though there was a hint of almost embarrassment in his tone. “Cause I’m already confused.”

AJ almost wanted to correct him, ask him not to call her that, but figured there was no point. They were only here for this one assignment, it wouldn’t matter what he called her. 

“We have to create a presentation about a book of our choice. I picked The Woman in Black, I figured the horror aspect might appeal to you.” AJ said, pulling out her copy of the book to hand to him. 

“Wow, I think that’s the most I’ve ever heard you say.” Eddie laughed, flipping through the first few pages.

AJ felt her cheeks colour, fidgeting in place as she tried to find one of her note sheets. Once she found it, she passed it over as well - it was a detailed breakdown of the book's themes and quotes that may be interesting to include in their presentation. 

“Damn, you really don’t need me for this, huh?” Eddie mumbled, taking the sheet to skim over it. 

AJ didn’t respond, choosing instead to begin organising their tasks. 

“I’ll do characterisation, if you want to look at themes.” She said, keeping her eyes firmly on her notebook. 

Eddie was quiet for a second, AJ assumed he was reading over the outline so she didn’t press him. 

“Yeah, alright.” He finally answered, pulling out his own notebook to get started. 

AJ went back into her bag for her Walkman, hoping to avoid the awkward silence in the room. One of her tapes fell out in the process, bouncing in between the two of them. Eddie managed to pick it up before she could, turning it over to look at it. 

“Black Sabbath mix?” He asked, his eyebrows raising as he looked up at her. 

AJ nodded, her face once again heating up. 

“Mind if I pay it out loud?” He pointed towards his tape deck. 

AJ just shrugged, turning back towards her notes. Eddie took that as an agreement, standing up to put the tape in. He set the volume on low, so that it was loud enough to hear but wouldn’t be distracting. 

He sat back down, settling in to read for his assigned section. 

The pair worked in silence for around an hour, Eddie occasionally huffing as he messed up his writing. Once the tape ran out, he stood up to replace it with one of his own. 

AJ couldn’t help but let out a small smile as AC/DC began playing, bopping her head to the beat. 

“You a metal head?” Eddie asked, gaining her attention. She looked up, meeting his eyes.

“I guess so.” She agreed, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. 

“You’ve got good taste.” Eddie told her, smiling. 

AJ dropped her eyes, looking back at her work. 

Another thirty minutes passed before Eddie dramatically flopped backwards, his papers flying in the air as he did.

AJ had to stifle a laugh, watching his dramatic act with wide eyes. 

“I hate this class.” Eddie groaned, covering his eyes. 

“Me too.” She agreed, moving her own work to the side. “We can leave it here for tonight, pick up again another day. We have two weeks.”

“God yes, my brain is mush.” Eddie said, holding up prayer hands as thanks. 

AJ began to pack up her stuff, folding her notes to fit them in her bag. Once she was finished, she stood up.

“Hey, wait.” Eddie called out, standing up to face her. “You don’t have to leave, that’s not what I meant.”

AJ was confused, and she was sure it was clear on her face because Eddie continued. 

“We can stop working, but we could still hang out. Ya know, talk? Get to know each other or something?” Eddie proposed, letting the offer hang in the air. 

It took AJ a minute to think of a response, trying to find a polite way to reject him, but something else fell from her mouth before she could stop it. 

“I’ve barely said two sentences since I got here and you want to hang out with me?” She ducked her head in embarrassment once she finished talking, bewildered by her own words. 

“Well, I mean, yeah.” Eddie said, reaching up to anxiously run his hand through his hair. “You have good taste in music, and, I dunno, it’s not my place to say it but you seem kind of lonely.”

AJ’s head snapped back up, wide eyes meeting Eddie's own.

“What makes you say that?” She asked, talking a slight step back. 

Eddie raised his hands, taking a step back of his own to calm her.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said it.” He said quickly. “It's just that I've seen you around school, and around the trailer park, and you seem to always be on your own. I just wondered if maybe you wanted someone to talk to.”

AJ kept eye contact with him, seeing nothing but sincerity in his eyes, and made a decision that was very unlike her recent behaviour. 

“Yeah, okay.” She whispered, letting her bag slide back down to the floor. 

Eddie grinned, shuffling over to his dresser to pull out a joint. 

“D’you mind if I smoke first?” He asked, showing it to her. “You’re welcome to join, if you’re up for it."

AJ took a second to process, before making a second out of character decision. 

“Sure, why not.” She huffed, sitting herself back down on the floor. 

The two of them smoked the joint in silence, with AC/DC still playing in the background. AJ was more than feeling the effects, and it was the best she had felt in a long time. She couldn’t stop the smile that slid onto her face as she swayed to the music. 

Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off her, but she was far too gone to notice. 

“First time?” He asked, enjoying his own buzz. 

“Yeah.” She answered, looking over at him with the grin still on her face. “This is the best I’ve felt in ages.”

“Happy to be of service.” Eddie smiled, giving her a dramatic bow.

AJ giggled, a sound she doesn’t think she has ever made before, causing Eddie to snap his head back up in surprise. 

“Well now, ain’t that a pretty sound.” He said, his own smile turning into a grin as he watched her cover her burning cheeks. 

“Shut up!” She laughed, leaning over to lay on her side and cover her face. 

“No no no.” Eddie said, shuffling closer and pulling her arms away. “Don’t be embarrassed. It was cute!”

“Eddie, stop.” AJ laughed, trying to shove him away, but he held her arms in his own hands. 

“C’mon now, don’t be shy. We’re all friends here.” He told her. 

AJ’s smile started to fade. She pulled herself back up to a seating position and Eddie gently let go of her.

“I don’t have any of those.” She whispered, her eyes filling with tears against her will. 

“Hey, no.” Eddie said, his voice turning concerned as he reached up to cup her cheeks. “Don’t cry, it’s okay. I’m here, I’m your friend - or at least, I hope I am.”

She smiled at his attempts to comfort him, rewarded for her efforts with a small smile of his own. 

“You were right.” She told him, taking hold of his wrists and leaning into his hands. “I am lonely.”

“I’m here, whatever you need.” Eddie told her, sincerity lacing his tone. 

Without giving herself a second to doubt her decision, AJ spilled everything to him. About her parents, her trust issues, all the times she had been hurt, and how much she hated being on her own all the time - even if it was by her own design. 

By the end, she had tears streaming down her face which Eddie was gently thumbing away, his hands still on her cheeks. 

Eddie gave her a second after she finished speaking, letting her settle down, before he shuffled a tiny bit closer. 

“Can I hug you?” He asked.

AJ let out a sob, nodding her head. Eddie let go of her cheeks, opening up his arms for her. She nearly threw herself at him, clambering into his lap like a scared child. He held her as tightly as he could, feeling his heart break as she clutched to his shirt and sobbed into his chest. 

He gently rocked her, lifting up a hand to run through her hair. 

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He whispered into her ear. “I’m right here, as long as you want me.”

“Thank you.” She said back, words muffled by his shirt. 

“You don’t have to thank me, Aurora." He said quietly. 

She mumbled something, just too quiet for him to hear.

"What's that, sweetheart?" He asked, leaning back a little.

"AJ, my name is AJ." She said, looking up at him with a small blush on her cheeks at the nickname. 

He smiled, leaning down to place a delicate kiss on her forehead. 

"AJ. I like it."

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[stevenbasic]

The Tale of Queen Angie, Chapter 2

10 months later.

“So who keeps texting you?” Angie asked, trying to hide her annoyance as she did her makeup at the vanity, brushing on the heavy mascara that made her eyes pop. He had recently restored the makeup table for her, rebuilding a nice old piece that had caught her eye at a yard sale a few months back. It’s not that she had very particular tastes in furniture; she just wanted to keep him busy, focused on something for her...

From his spot on her queen-sized bed, AJ quickly reached over to the nightstand, pushing aside the tissues and lotion, and silenced his phone. Even though it was nearly noon, and a Tuesday, he still hadn’t gotten out of bed.  “It’s...nobody, babe.” “Don’t ‘nobody babe’ me,” she said, her eyes flashing to meet his in the mirror, “Remember? We talked about this. About keeping secrets, from me?” To that, AJ laughed. To sound aloof, though,  was a half-hearted effort,. She’s joking, right? It’s not like it’s another girl, ever. It’s just th- Well, better not push it. “S-so sorry, Angie,” he apologized, not wanting a confrontation again over something so silly, “It was the guys from work. They want me to come down to Stoney’s to watch the game.” 

He had answered honestly, not even sure he was capable of lying to her at this point. AJ had, since reconnecting with Angie at the reunion earlier this year, really fallen hard for her. And it wasn’t just the tits, which admittedly were initially the main attraction. She was also smart, driven, and there was an aggression about her that, these days, had really become appealing to him. He’d never would have considered himself a...what did they call it?...a “beta”, but there was something about the way Angie took charge, managed things, told him what to do that really, yeah, turned him on. More and more every day, in fact.  And not just in bed - though, haha, she did that too - but in life in general. Their romance started out with her as the aggressor, and as time went on it had become even more and more one-sided. She had been an infatuated admirer of his back in high school, but if he was being honest it was now really her that held most all the hand in this relationship. But he hadn’t seen the guys much lately, and he kinda wanted to get drunk and commiserate with them. Since losing the stadium job to that big new girly construction company, his business had taken a sour turn. He’d had to let most of his crews go, including a bunch of old friends. 

“They’re down there drinking, before noon, on a Tuesday?” Angie asked, as she saw him watching her, primping in the mirror in her silk dressing robe, “And these people are your friends?” 

“Well, yeah,” he answered, immediately feeling sheepish, immediately feeling like the little boy trying to explain himself to his mom. She had a way of doing that, making him feel infantile and not like the kinda-successful, twenty-nine year-old adult male he was, “but I’d just be going for a beer or two…” So...dammit... why was he getting hard..?

Annoyance was bubbling up in Angie Wade’s chest. He knew she had taken the day off, so they could spend the day together. And he wanted to go see his moron buddies, drink cheap beer and watch sports? True, she hadn’t paid him much attention this morning, and he was probably feeling a little neglected. I guess I should do something about that, she thought wryly. 

“Well, tell them you're busy,” she answered, applying a dramatic shade to her eyelids in the mirror. She was almost done. “Or better yet, just ignore them. They’ll get the message.”

At that, she stood up from her makeup chair and turned around in her short, thin robe of light rose, cinched at the waist. She was facing him now where he laid, half-sitting, on the bed. He had his grey sweatpants back on but was otherwise bare. She watched his eyes move up her body, pausing - predictably - on her well-presented chest before struggling to break free of the magnetic pull of her curves and meet her gaze. 

A part of him had really wanted to go meet up with his friends. To get out of bed and go do ….something normal. He’d been getting out of the house, aside from the less-and-less frequent work, not that often these days. But that desire to leave was small, and fleeting. No sooner had he really grasped how she’d made herself up today - just for him - than the thought had already vanished. Replaced, in its entirety, by her. “Put the phone down,” she told him. “Oh, uh...yeah,” he obeyed, dropping his phone, forgotten, on the nightstand and watching as she slowly began to walk towards the bed, “They’ll, uh...they’ll figure it out, I g-guess...” “Good boy,“ she purred, giving him a crooked smile that told him she was pleased with his behavior. Angie loved the way he always shuddered and grew quiet when she said that, when she called him a “good boy”. It was a thing, these days, women starting to treat their partners like children. She’d read it in the blogs she followed, heard it from friends and from the girls at work. They had all begun to like it; men, for the most part, seemed to be slowly giving up these centuries-old, macho defenses, letting themselves be vulnerable, allowing themselves to enjoy the pampering that women had started to learn was the quickest way to gain leverage and control in their relationships. And for Angie, well...she loved the way he responded to both her silent and explicit commands, just for the opportunity to hear her say those words. Good boy. He really did enjoy when she mothered him, she knew.  It was kinda pervy but it worked.

“Because we’re busy today, you and me,” she continued, still approaching the side of the bed where he lay, ”Today’s our day off together....” She looked down at him, tried to keep from smirking; already his cock had started to tent his sweatpants. “Not that you’ve been working much anyways,” she added, unable to help herself and speaking plainly. 

It was true. With more and more construction bids falling through during the 11th hour, his work kept him less and less busy, though he felt constantly exhausted from the stress. He had been spending lots of time here, at her place, remodeling her condo for her, sleeping over. His bank accounts had nearly dried to nothing, and the lease on his downtown apartment was up this month. Plan was to officially move in with her, soon. Angie said she didn’t need any money for rent.

Finally, she arrived at his bedside, to his left. She let him look up at her - she knew she looked impressive from this angle - and smiled down at him. She watched as he took the hem of her robe between his fingers, played with its slick, soft fabric. He was looking at her full thigh. She sat down, on the edge of the mattress aside him, and put her hand on his thin, tattooed chest. 

“Uh, yeah…” AJ finally replied, these little derisive comments about his work situation irking him less and less as time went on, “I’ve got another day to kill…I guess I can relax...”

“Well, you do have work to do today, baby,” Angie informed him, tracing little circles with her finger across his once-mighty pecs. She had told him to stop going to the gym early in their relationship - muscular guys were going out of fashion, she’d said - and it showed. He was naturally a lean person, and the strong physique he had spent years building and been known for had mostly disappeared. She liked that, the weak, small-boned look, she’d found. Her friends, like that gym-rat Missy (who just got a new job), could probably squat more than him now, haha. “I have jobs for you.”

“I thought I was pretty much all done?” His face screwed up in concentration as he tried to remember the long list of tasks. “I finished the kitchen island, a-and installed the new shower head yesterd-“ 

“Not that kind of work, sweetie,” she corrected, “Relationship work. I have the day off, I got all pretty for you. I bought some new goodies at Victoria’s Secret yesterday,” she smiled down at him, watching him try to control the little eager twitches of his, “Well, technically, you bought them for me…. but either way….”

She ran the fingers of her left hand up past his right collarbone, sliding up his throat, looking at the tender, bare, smoothly unadorned skin, and thought to herself with a secret, silent giggle: we need to get you a new tattoo...

Today she’d decided that she wanted to have some fun with him. They had all day together and she really wanted to feel strong and powerful. She had seen Melissa’s Instagram earlier, and while she would never admit to feeling lesser, she couldn’t deny that she really felt the need now to flex some feminine muscles. She looked down at him, and dark thoughts went through her head. 

“We’ve got alllll day together,” she continued, her free hand now gently tugging on the belt which held her robe closed, “and I want to make you ache.”

She smiled proudly as, as soon as her right breast began to come into view, he groaned. He was already so turned on, she could see that, like some brainless ape. She’d read the manuals, all those domme blogs. With everything that was going on with men these days, femdom was getting very popular. Some seemed sort of silly - so much leather haha - but there were lots of things she wanted to try, get his mind in the right place. She wanted to make him even more submissive than he was already, it seemed, naturally becoming. Showing him her breast was a start. 

“Don’t you want to show me how much you love me today, hmm?” Angie purred, peeling her robe back further, now, exposing her G-cup breasts in the new push-up, black strapless bra she’d purchased, “How much you love...them?”

“Oh, god, Angie…” AJ moaned, already overcome as he watched as she dropped her robe behind herself, off her shoulders.  Her breasts looked fantastic, enormous, pressed perfectly together into mind-melting cleavage. Her long dark hair had fallen softly onto her chest…

...but in a practiced move she pushed it back, over her pale shoulders, affording him a better view. 

“You don’t need to show me your endurance today, baby,” she said, as she settled closer on the bed to him, pulling his sweatpants down to his knees, “I’m not interested in how long you can last.” Acknowledging his erection with a proud smile, she pulled in closer still and grasped it with her left hand. She heard him gasp, and pulled herself in closer still, to bring her big right tit right close to his face. “Today I want you to show me how weak you are for me…and my breasts…”

AJ’s mouth dropped open, his eyes goggled at the cantaloupe-sized breast of his brunette girlfriend, now just inches from his nose and mouth. She had such big, perfect breasts, he marveled, with smooth ivory skin and just the fewest of freckles. She smelled like fresh fruit, he always thought, and today her perfume had him immediately fixated. He did feel weak for her, he thought, he always did, in bed. She just had this way...and those tits...

“Look what I’ve done to you already,” she said, the pride in her voice masking a haughty disdain as she slowly began to stroke him in her fist. She smiled as, predictably, he let out a little whine and opened his mouth wider. He was staring right at her big boob, unblinking. Tit men, she marveled, they’re so easy.

She shifted her left shoulder in towards him, now bringing her left breast closer. He looked from one, to the other, still gape-mouthed like a guppy. “Today I want them to make you cum over and over and over,” she said, wobbling them just enough to bring ripples through her alabaster flesh, elicit another whine from him, “I want them to be the only thing on your mind allllll daaaay. I want you to be dumb and docile, I want you to drool over them. I want you to fucking worship them. ”

“y-y-y-yuh...yuh, okay…” AJ responded, dumbly ogling her tits, passively frozen in place. He’d learned to keep his hands to himself, times like this. She would take care of it. 

“‘Yuh okay’ what?” she asked him, in correction, her left hand slowing to a stop as she waited for his answer. 

“y-yuh okay goddess,” he answered.

She chuckled. She’d taught him well. “Good boy,” she commended, loving the worshipful fealty she’d gotten from him over time; it made her feel good, fed her ballooned ego. She resumed her ministrations to his just-about-average cock, thinking: Does Melissa have someone calling her ‘Goddess’?? I think not...

”oh my god you’re so big,” AJ offered, as she placed her right breast once again straight in front of his face. 

“Mmhm…” she purred, feeling the urge to just squash her tit onto his mouth and nose, start to smother him, “I’m the big Titty Monster, come to eat you…”

He groaned again, his eyes fluttered in ecstasy. 

God, so submissive, she marveled. If all men, honestly, were secretly getting to be like this, she thought, girls are going to rule the world. “Tell me again,” she commanded, breathing in, pushing her tit even closer to him, so that soft flesh swelled over the cup. She kept her skin smooth, soft, moisturized, for times just like this. The few, faint stretch marks, she felt, were just a testament to her womanly size.

“y-you’re so big…” he complied, repeating himself, in total awe now. 

“Yes, I am,” she agreed, “a G-cup.” She had originally thought she’d just make him come quick - and with where she had him at the moment she could do it in an instant. But she was actually enjoying this. “And you like that, hm? You like big. Big boobs. Big girls. Maybe I should start going to the gym, get reeeeeal big?” she posited, looming over him taller now, “Get bigger than you? You’d like that too, wouldn’t you?”

“oh, god, yes,” he groaned. 

Angie smiled. Again, so easy. She’d seen it, knew it. It was getting plain as day to her. But she didn’t fully understand it all yet. What is up with guys these days, wanting their women big? Bigger than them? And she was feeling it too, she realized. She’d love to see him start to just shrink up, right in front of her eyes. Something was happening, something was going on. And she was going to figure this out. 

“What is it, baby? Tell me. What is it that you like, thinking about me being bigger?” she asked sweetly, continuing her slow, rhythmic attentions between his legs. 

His eyes were still planted on her tit, staring at her bra. “....b-b-breassts….” he moaned. 

She laughed. What a simple, predictable answer from a simple, predictable man. “Ohhhh..!” she giggled, teasing him, “Am I not big enough for you? Should I get implants? Big ones, like Amelia? Hm?”

From AJ, no answer.

“Hmmm, no. I think I know...I know what you want,” she continued, wickedly aware now of where his mind was,  “Maybe I should let you get me pregnant, so they swell up..?” She smiled, feeling his body tense up, quiver under her. She’d struck a chord. “So my milk comes in?”

Beneath her AJ groaned, loudly. 

So that’s another thing, hm? she laughed to herself. Typical, not surprising. Men wanted back on the tit, it just made sense, and she’d suspected it for a while now with him. She could use this, she mused. Oh yes, this was good...

“I saw how you woke up sucking your thumb last night,” she asked him, sliding her right hand up over his jaw, his cheek, to his lips, “Were you thinking about me?”

She put a finger in his mouth, watched his eyes go wide, his whole body spasm, again. “It’s okay, sweetie...” she offered, “...suck.” 

His eyes fluttered, he was close. There was no stopping it now. He sealed his lips around her forefinger, and began to suck. 

“There you go….” Angie purred, in a satisfied drawl. She felt his hips start to clench, and suddenly it was time.  She sped up in her stroking, to bring him home.  This was it. It’s too much for him. “Come for me,” she whispered, her hand beating him now, “Come for mommy…”

In a burst, in a groan, in a tensing spasm that shook the bed, AJ came in her hand. His mouth loosened its suction on her finger, so he could bleat his pleasures, but his eyes stayed wide on her tit. She milked him through his climax, purring little, maternal adulations along the way. Finally, his eyes closed, and he sank back into his pillow. 

She sat back, up straight, regarded the scene with a crooked, knowing smile. She wiped her hand on his belly. 

“Clean yourself up, get yourself ready,” she told him, standing up now after allowing him his few quiet moments of shame, “We’ve got all day together, baby…”

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Joshua & Fury: reading of the resumes.

You can’t read any discussion about Anthony Joshua for long without seeing reference to his resume. The resume is usually brought up as the first line of defence to any criticism slung his way, and is perhaps the only line of attack that is still being used by AJ fans as to why their man still deserves more credit and praise than Tyson Fury. 

The resume line is used by noone more than Eddie Hearn, who mentions it before every fight, after every fight, win or lose. The names by now reel off his tongue, and near everyone from what I have seen is in complete agreement that AJ has put together one hell of a record. 

This has always somewhat baffled me, and I will explore why here. First of all since April 2016, every fight he’s had has been a World title fight. His last 8 fights have been for 3 organisation’s belts. When you are the champion of those 3 organisations, you will have to fight decent fighters, to justify you holding onto so many belts. Also these organisations want you to face their mandatory challenger now and then, the chances are someone ranked #1 will be a pretty good fighter. Does a unified World Heavyweight champion really deserve so much credit for fighting fairly solid opponents?

Comparison is often made to Wilder’s defences for example, and for sure it does seem that Wilder is a bit of a flat track bully, who didn’t seem to particularly mind some easy knockouts over less than stellar opposition. Though it still remains hard to fairly compare his level of opponents to Joshua’s. Joshua gets bigger crowds than anyone in world boxing, he’s for years now sold out big stadiums in a matter of hours, he’s simply one of the biggest stars in boxing with huge PPV numbers. This to say, they can afford to pay opponents big money. The big money that is required for a credible opponent. I don’t think that has always been the case for Wilder, who himself was not getting anything like big money until having been World Champion for a while, let alone his opponent. 

This is not to completely excuse Wilder, the fact an agreement was never reached to fight Dillian Whyte in all the time he was mandatory challenger, its quite bizarre to me why Wilder seemingly did not ever fancy that fight. And I do think that unlike Wilder, AJ has and always will be willing to face anyone, be it Wilder, Fury, I don’t think him a coward or someone who would doubt himself enough to not fancy them fights. 

The reason for the AJ-Wilder fight never materialising whilst both were champion, I don’t believe was down to AJ himself, though I believe its possible his team and promoter wanted to keep him away from Wilder for a little longer, to further build up his experience. But for Wilder’s part, I never got the impression he was particularly falling over himself to get the fight either.

I digress, but the point is that though I believe AJ has been more up for a challenge and a real fight than Wilder has, it’s not quite as simple as just looking at who their opponents have been for defences and not including the context.    

The most common comparison presumably in the whole of boxing is AJ’s resume against Tyson Fury’s. As stated earlier, this is often something used by AJ fans, and Fury’s resume is the one main critique levelled against him by virtually everyone who wishes to put him down. 

Again, it often seems a little without context. A man who has defended or attempted to defend his world title 9 times is always likely to have fought more decent fighters than someone who has never defended before, that seems obvious. Fury is mocked for never having attempted a World title defence, (aside from the fact its not really his fault from a boxing standpoint that he was unable to defend his belt for 2 years due to being side-lined from the ring for medical issues, nor was it his fault he was robbed by judges in Los Angeles in his first fight with Wilder, therefore delaying his ability to make a first defence) and yet also mocked for a supposedly weak resume, when the two things kind of go together as one rather explains the other. Your resume is unlikely to be great without a world title defence.

Looking at Fury’s resume, his best opponent prior to fighting for the World title was Chisora. Now the fact is, this was already not a great time for Heavyweight boxing, swathes of very average Heavyweights were getting the chance to lose to the Klitschko’s, so it shouldn’t be too surprising Fury didn’t have to fight off many stern challenges to become the top contender. One challenge could have been former Cruiserweight and Heavyweight World Champion David Haye, again not really Fury’s fault Haye pulled out of the fight twice. One man he did face though was Chisora, who in their first fight was 14-0 and 27 years old. The 22-year old Fury went into the fight as the underdog. They fought again 3 years later, inbetween these bouts Chisora became one of only 4 men to lose to Vitali Klitschko without being stopped. 

Chisora is regarded as a journeyman for the 11 losses on his record, but the fact is nobody has ever had an easy night with him, barring Fury in their rematch. Chisora arguably won a very close first fight with Whyte, and was having another very close fight with him in the rematch before Whyte found a great knockout in the 11th, Usyk did not shine against him in the same way he did against Bellew and Joshua, and he was very unlucky to not win a decision against former World Champion Joseph Parker. Not bad for a journeyman. But Fury certainly made him look like a journeyman in their second fight, showing exactly how a big man should fight against a little man, he didn’t let Chisora lay a glove on him and beat him up all night until Chisora’s trainer finally took mercy on him and pulled him out after 10 brutally one-sided rounds. 

The next ‘name’ on Tyson’s resume is Wladimir Klitschko, who was on a run of 19 successful wins in World title fights, and hadn’t lost for 11 years. On the Champions adopted home patch of Germany, Fury won a unanimous decision infront of 50,000 Klitschko supporters, to give the Ukrainian his only defeat by decision in 69 fights. Not a bad win I suppose. 

Often used to mock Fury’s resume is the name ‘Sefer Seferi’ and yes the fight was a joke and a bit of a waste of time, but it was Fury’s first fight for 2 and a half years, yes he could have fought someone a bit better ofcourse, but I don’t think it would have been wise to fight anyone fans would consider a decent fighter on his very first step on the comeback trail. 2 months later was Pianeta, again I don’t think it’s that surprising that when you’re fighting for the second time in 3 months after a long absence, and your plan is to fight for the World title less than 4 months later, that the level of opponent you’re facing is not that high, that seems to be fairly logical. I think facing Deontay Wilder for the WBC title just 6 months into the comeback made up for it in fairness. 

Going into their first fight, Wilder had faced 40 men and knocked them all out. It’s fashionable now after the beating Fury gave him in the rematch to dismiss Wilder as a bum, a never-was. But it’s simply not true. He’s 6 foot 7, incredibly heavy-handed with one of the most concussive punches in Heavyweight history. Fury fought him in his prime after the best win of Wilder’s career, an 8 round stoppage of Luis Ortiz, who at the time was for sure a worthy contender. Fury himself was 6 months back after a 2 and a half year absence, mostly spent trying to damage his body to the same extent his mind was damaged. After outboxing him for 9 rounds, Fury picked himself off the canvas to box his head off some more, until in the 12th round Wilder landed one of the hardest and best 2-punch combos he’s ever thrown. One of the only true knockout punches ever landed to somehow not result in a knockout. Fury won the fight but as we know was robbed and given a draw.

Between this fight and the rematch, Fury is again mocked for the two names he fought inbetween. Tom Schwarz and Otto Wallin. First of all it was kinda strange why these 2 fights were even necessary and they didn’t just do an immediate rematch, or even 1 fight inbetween, 2 seemed excessive. But financially it worked out great for both men, Wilder who was able to cash in for 2 more fights as Champion, and for Fury he could get into a run of real activity which helped him immensely for the rematch with Wilder. Schwarz was rolled over as expected, but Wallin inflicted 2 huge cuts on Tyson which left him fighting nearly the whole fight with only 1 eye, still winning nearly every round. Which is surely quite impressive, given Wallin is now deemed by Hearn a highly credible opponent for Whyte, one of the division’s top fighters. 

In the Wilder rematch, Fury produced what was I think the best performance by a Heavyweight this century. He did what noone thought he could do, which was bully the bully, beating him with power not just cunning. As I said, now Fury has done it so easily, people will talk about how Wilder was rubbish all along, never beat anyone etc. but if anyone thinks AJ or Whyte or anyone else would just as easily stand up to Wilder’s power, speed and explosiveness, I think they are very mistaken. Whether Wilder will be the same fighter with his air of invincibility shattered after defeat remains to be seen, but it would be great to see him in the ring against Britain’s other top fighters. My prediction is, it would see Fury’s win and performance elevated even further. 

Fury now faces Wilder for a third time, and whilst I like most consider it a shame Fury wasn’t able to move onto new challenges, if he wins, it’s another excellent win. I don’t consider it any easier than a fight against AJ would be. It’s true that AJ is a better boxer than Wilder, but still vastly inferior to Tyson, so I don’t see how he provides much greater threat from a boxing standpoint, he’s not going to outbox Fury in a million years. So the only threat to Tyson posed is power, Wilder has a higher KO % than AJ despite fighting nearly 20 more times, lets his hands go more, hits harder, is more dangerous with a single shot than AJ, so therefore I feel the most dangerous fighter to Fury, as he himself has said many times, remains *to this day* Deontay Wilder. 

Now to really the point of the article, Joshua’s resume. After amassing 14 knockouts in 14 fights, all coming in the 3rd round or sooner, the Olympic Gold Medallist had become Britain’s most talked about and hyped prospect ever. His 15th opponent was Dillian Whyte, a 16-0 fighter with 13KO’s. Whyte has since gone on to garner a deserved reputation as one of the division’s toughest and respectable fighters, but that’s now. Going into when AJ actually fought him, he had faced absolutely nobody. He had 6 amateur bouts including a win over AJ, moved to kickboxing, came back to boxing and had 9 pro fights before being banned for drugs. Whyte was out the ring for 2 years, had 5 fights back then fought Joshua. 

So at the time of the fight there is no doubt that whilst AJ was seen as a future World Champion, Whyte was not seen as anything of the sort, just an ‘opponent’ there for AJ to get another fast and emphatic knockout. The emphatic knockout came but not before experiencing adversity for the first time, as in fight number 15 of his career AJ faced someone who could take his leather and land some of his own, before succumbing in the 7th. Despite the rawness of Whyte, he still had enough heart and talent to provide Anthony with his first career test. 

Next fight, AJ fought for the World title, facing what most regard as a terrible World Champion, Charles Martin. He may have walked this earth like a God, but he fought in the ring like a Big Bum Dosser, against AJ anyway, who took him apart in 2 rounds. Martin appeared for all the world like a man woefully out of his depth, dutifully accepting his beating for a good payday. A win over Gerald Washington has since seen an attempt at the rehabilitation of Martin’s image from Eddie Hearn no less, who now lists the conquest of this man as proof of AJ’s greatness, who next Gary Cornish? 

AJ made his first World title defence of his IBF crown against Dominic Breazeale, who was at the time ranked #13 with the organisation. Joshua won in the 7th round. His second defence was against Eric Molina, who AJ dispached in 3 rounds. Another 2 men recently listed by Hearn to demonstrate AJ’s strong resume. In the same interview, he criticised Wilder for having beat noone..except he’s also knocked out both Breazeale (in 43 seconds) & Molina. A decision win over Breazeale was also enough to show Hearn that Wallin was a worthy PPV  opponent for Whyte, so are they good wins or not? I’m not sure, I guess it depends on who we’re talking about, AJ or Wilder. 

Next up saw AJ transition into a UK stadium fighter when he met Wladimir Klitschko at Wembley Stadium to attempt to add more belts to his collection that had recently been vacated by Fury. Having been soundly beaten by The Gypsy King, Klitschko had gone from 39 to 41. The feeling for a lot in the UK at the time was, it’s a good time to beat a good name to earn some credibility against an old, past it champion. That looked to be the case when AJ dropped Wlad in the 5th but there was still some life in the old dog yet when the very next round AJ hit the canvas for the first time in his career. Wlad took control of the fight with AJ struggling for a second wind having used up a lot of energy, with stamina issues affecting the 250-pounder. There was a few rounds where AJ was too tired, not throwing, concentrating everything on trying to recuperate, that you’d think Klitschko could have stepped it up and gone for the finish.  Whether age stopped Klitschko from pushing on the gas or he felt confident he could see out a decision, he didn’t do it and AJ found the best punch and single moment of his career in the 11th with a huge uppercut which signalled the end of Wlad’s chances. It was a great fight which AJ did very well to win, but it had been by the skin of his teeth. 

After Pulev pulled out of their proposed fight, Carlos Takam stepped in as a late replacement. Given the lack of time, this wasn’t a terrible replacement, he is tough and comes to fight, ensuring the fans will atleast get to see a few rounds. But he has lost to every name fighter he’s faced, including Journeyman Chisora. So Chisora isn’t a good name on Fury’s record, because he loses to every good fighter he faces, but Takam is a solid name on AJ’s record, despite the fact he was knocked out by Chisora. It’s all very confusing. 

To hold 4 belts, AJ then faced Joseph Parker, the holder of the WBO title, winning the vacant belt with a home decision against some chubby kid, Andy Ruiz. At the time, Parker had a very good reputation, but the fight was a stinker, with AJ disappointing his legion of fans as he was taken the distance for the first time. Parker has since lost to Whyte and in my opinion deserved a draw at best with Chisora having been dropped in the first round, and now will have to fight a rematch for a more emphatic win. Since the AJ fight, he’s looked a fairly average heavyweight, seemingly quite lucky to have ever held the World title, having not done anything since to make anyone believe he could ever hold it again. 

The next defence came against the small and light for a heavyweight 39-year old Alex Povetkin. Looking at him, not much of a threat would perhaps be expected to a man of AJ’s size and stature but for 6 rounds he gave Joshua a very competitive fight until the fight was ended by the Champion’s power in the 7th. Povetkin had gone the distance with Wladimir Klitschko despite being dropped four times, and probably deserved a second shot at the world title sooner than 5 years after that. The 39-year old was still a credible challenger but with his best years behind him. 

Then on June 1 2019, came the infamous AJ US debut. After a fight with Big Baby Miller collapsed due to his drug use, in stepped Andy Ruiz, who had a similarly large belly but 4 inches less in height than Miller. It was obvious what would happen next, AJ would announce himself to US audiences with a quick knockout. Ruiz hit the canvas for the first time in his career in round 3. AJ, one of the best finishers in the sport, jumped on him. What happens next usually, is roared on by tens of thousands of Brits, AJ punches and punches until his opponent goes down and stays there. This time infront of an audience of stunned Americans, Ruiz comes off the floor to land a shot to AJ’s temple which changes the course of the fight and both men’s destinies. Ruiz puts AJ down and the champion never recovers, unable to regain authority or control in the fight, he is victim to Ruiz’s barrages and decides not to fight on in the 7th, recognising after being dropped yet again, that it’s not going to be his night. 

After losing the Brawl In Montreal, Sugar Ray Leonard knew he had to get his conqueror Roberto Duran back in the ring as quickly as possible, whilst he was out partying, piling on the pounds and not training. AJ applied the same thinking, and like Leonard in the ‘No Mas’ fight took on a completely new approach for the rematch. Andy Ruiz has very fast hands, its not wise to trade with him up close. He does not however, have fast feet or particularly long arms. AJ maintained his discipline in the rematch to comfortably outbox Ruiz for 12 rounds, boxing from distance, never tempted to go for the knockout. Ruiz weighed in at an enormous 284 pounds, 16 pounds heavier than before. 

Performance and result wise, the Ruiz rematch in Saudi Arabia is perhaps the most impressive of AJ’s career to date. The 32-year old Ruiz still has to prove however, if he is truly a top class fighter, or whether he just produced the performance of a lifetime and got AJ on the right night. If AJ had beaten Ruiz first time round it would not have been seen as a particularly significant triumph, but due to the credibility he only gained as a result of beating AJ, this conversely amplified the achievement of Joshua gaining revenge in the rematch. 

Joshua’s first defence of his second reign came against Kubrat Pulev after just over a year out the ring. Like Povetkin, Pulev was approaching 40, had fought for the world title whilst a younger man and lost to Wlad Klitschko (Pulev being stopped in 5), he was also quite a short and light man in comparison to the giant figure of Joshua. With only 14KO wins in 29 fights, Pulev looked the ideal opponent for AJ. He was durable and well conditioned, and came to win but he stood right infront of AJ, with no head movement, so AJ moved his head for him with brutal uppercuts. If you stand infront of Joshua and don’t have much of a punch or speed to threaten him with, he looks brilliant and he did at times on this night, despite even against this opponent being reluctant to fully commit to power combo’s, the memory of Ruiz at MSG clearly not yet banished, but the win came in the 9th round, AJ’s first stoppage win for over 2 years. 

AJ’s second reign as champion was alot shorter than his first, defeat coming in his second defence against former Cruiserweight king Oleksandr Usyk. Usyk had come under vast criticism it shouldn’t be forgotten for his first 2 performances at Heavyweight. Many people, though I personally don’t agree, thought that his fight with Chisora was very close, he certainly wasn’t sending fear into the hearts of the division. But Usyk has only failed to win 15 fights out of over 360 amateur and pro for a reason, and he thoroughly outclassed Joshua. The fight would have been hard enough, and not a guaranteed win even if Joshua hadn’t got his tactics so completely wrong, but he atleast would have been in with a chance. Usyk, thought to be too small for a heavyweight, didn’t look small in with one of the divisions giants, because he didn’t fight like a small man, he didn’t allow Joshua to feel physically superior, and showed no fear or respect for his power. 

I won’t be suprised atall if Joshua rights his wrongs in the second fight, by doing what he obviously should have done in the first fight. Being rough and nasty, throwing as the saying goes, with bad intentions. But why it takes a 2-time World Champion with his experience a second fight to realise this I have no idea. Having a “chess match” fight with Usyk is maybe something you do in sparring to learn some useful things, you don’t do it infront of 70 thousand with your belts actually on the line..It was one of the most incredibly naive things I have seen from an experienced champion. It struck of a man in a bit of an identity crisis, who can’t decide what type of fighter he is inside the ring, nor what his boxing persona is outside it, in the lead-up to fights.

As another mistake AJ seemed to repeat from the first Ruiz fight was he seemed all pally with Usyk and too relaxed in the build-up. It could just be a coincedence but he was nice and pissed off with Pulev before getting in the ring with him, and he produced the right performance. I know Usyk is a difficult guy to dislike, but he’s gonna have to try. 

Strangely, Hearn also listed Usyk on AJ’s resume. I don’t see much good of having good names on your resume if you lose to them, otherwise we may aswell declare Kevin Johnson a great, as he’s fought everyone (and lost to everyone, but I guess that doesn’t matter). If AJ wins the rematch, he deserves credit for it, as it would for me be the best win of his career, given the age of Klitschko and Joshua’s personal circumstances of 2 defeats in his last 4. But I don’t really get this thing of “give AJ credit for taking the fight”. Its the mandatory challenger for one of his belts, he has to fight him, or else give up that belt. Why would you become world champion just to give a belt up because you have to face someone good? talk about giving credit for the bare minimum.

This questioning of AJ’s resume, is not to criticise him personally. I have no doubt before he retires he would if up to him fight Wilder, Fury, whoever else who is up there at the time, and if he does so he will lose plenty more times, because his chin and tactics are not of the standard of some of the other guys, but he will lose and come back and keep trying, and I respect that. But in conclusion I think up to this point, with no Fury or Wilder under his W column, he is getting a lot of credit for wins against guys who when listed as a collective are fairly solid names, but when taken individually, are not so great. Whilst Fury’s list has less solid names, there are names who can be taken individually and are great standalone wins. 

The way I would describe it is would you rather take a couple of 10′s to bed, but not many 6,7 or 8′s? or would you rather take a few 6,7 or 8′s but never a 10. I know which I would prefer. 

#boxing #aj #anthonyjoshua #tysonfury #gypsyking #usyk #oleksandr usyk #deontaywilder #wilder #bronzebomber #sport

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I`m the favorite

Pairing: Non, just the Wilson family and Red Wing.

Wordcount: 2689

Warning: Non

Author´s note: This little story is based on this post of this super cool blog @justsamwilson, check it out too.

The moon stood high above a lake bathed in darkness; only a soft light, that emerged of a house near the shore, reflected on the water surface. The air was pleasantly warm and humid, around the double-gallery house, whose blue color almost seemed black between the shadows. Crickets were chirping and fireflies humming, only the subdued sound of conversation and laughter, coming from the residence, disrupted the almost complete silence.

The Wilson family was having dinner. James Barnes or ‘Bucky’ as everyone called him, came over to spend the weekend. The kids where specially excited about Uncle Bucky’s visit, he was the only one with enough time to play. Sam and Sarah were also glad that he came over every once in a while, to help out with whatever he could.

Now after a long day of fishing, cleaning and packing up deliveries all were enjoying Sarah’s gumbo.

“The soup is amazing Sarah” Bucky praised her with a warm smile, she blushed looking down at her half full plate.

“Thank you. It´s a family recipe. I can write it down for you if you want” Sarah replied, tucking a strain of hair behind her ear, earning an annoyed look from Sam who was sitting across from her.

“That won´t be necessary, if I want some I just need to come here. It´s really good so I’ll be around a lot” Bucky chuckled tilting his head and taking another spoon full of gumbo. The boys whispered at each other giggling.

Sam sighted irritated “Okey enough flir…”

A loud melody coming from his phone in the pocket of his jeans interrupted Sam.

“Oh it´s Torres” He said tapping on the screen “Hi, what’s up?”

A distorted voice, only understandable for Sam, came out of the phone as he stood up. “I’m with my four-favorite people in this world having dinner” He explained, walking out on the porch into the friendly night.

The scraping of spoons continued unaffected.

“Of course, I’m his number one favorite nephew and person” Stated Cass out of the blue, blowing at his glasses that tarnished under the steam of the hot soup.

“Ha. You can´t even eat a soup right” AJ opposed, whose glasses where perfectly clear “I´m older than you, so I´m his favorite”

“At least I can take my glasses off and stop seeing your ugly face” Cass snapped back sticking out his tongue.

Sarah took a deep breath “Stop it you two” she scolded both, clapping her hand gently against Cass´s head, who was sitting right next to her.

“Well, I´m his partner in crime and I saved the world with him, so I would be his favorite number one” Bucky added, innocently starring at an interesting spot on the wall, while Sarah glared at him.

“That’s not fair. Just because he didn’t let me go with him” Cass pouted “I could have saved the world too”

AJ rolled his eyes behind his glasses. “You couldn´t even walk back then, dummy”

Sarah quickly chewed her last bite “Hey, we don´t talk like that in this house” extending her right arm over to the front side of the table to clap softly AJ´s head, as she did before with Cass. “And you are all wrong. I’m his sister. I know him longer than any of you. So obviously I am his favorite” She taunted, challengingly looking towards Bucky now.

Turning their eyes into the same direction, the brothers waited expectantly a response; causing Bucky to clear his throat and shift his torso to sit up right. “Oh really” he said still searching for a quick answer.

Then his eyes lit up “IIIIIIII spent five years with him in a weird glitch reality. That” Bucky paused dramatically “Makes me his number one”

The mention of that unfortunate time stiffened Sarah´s shoulders, but went unnoticed by the boys who high fived, twisting around on their seat, to see their mother´s reaction.

“Aha. After a month you probably bored him to death” Sarah countered with a serious tone “I can cook him all his favorite meals, ergo I´m the favorite”

The brothers quietly glanced over to Bucky, who did not appear amused either. The last words altered the atmosphere. It was chilly in the room, yet the temperature had not changed.

Bucky lifted his chin pretentiously “Pff. That´s nothing. Sam went two years on the run for me” his voice had a harsh undertone, that was not there before “I am his favorite”. Sarah stared back at him with ice cold eyes and the brothers hold their breath.

The tense moment passed as soon, as Sam’s heavy steps entered the room “What did I miss?” he asked with the always welcoming warm tone he had.

Bucky relaxed, as far as he could, picking up his spoon pocking the remains of his soup.

Sarah turned her head, letting down her shoulders, with a bright beam “Not much. How´s Torres doing?”

The dinner went on as before, polite conversation and more gumbo, but something unkind lurked in the air among the plates.

A silent dare between Sarah and Bucky settled.

Prove each other who was the favorite.

***

The weekend passed under an invisible contest between Sarah and Bucky.

The kids thought it was a fun idea persuading uncle Sam to admit who was the favorite number one, by doing extra nice things for him. The brothers gifted Sam some self-painted comics, with their cool uncle Captain America saving their day and helped him cleaning his super suite, among other little chores; But quickly let go of it, when their uncle Bucky and Mom took it to the extreme.

Bucky was constantly around Sam asking him at any given moment if he could help him or do it all himself instead of Sam. From renovating the whole cabin of the boat, to just serve him a coffee. Always being polite, letting out any teasing or offensive joking, which rapidly irritated Sam.

Unlike Bucky, Sarah, worked in the background: Serving the meals he most liked, bringing a refreshing lemonade under the hot sun of July or checking on the boats motor, so it would not die while Sam was out fishing. Smiling and being nice, without drawing to much attention on herself.

Sam did not mind being so well attended by his loved ones the first hours of that Saturday morning. After lunch he started to feel that something was off, apart from Bucky´s suspicious behavior. On his way back to the boat after a little break he realized, that the Boys were quieter than usual around their mother and that Bucky had not flirted with Sarah in more than 12 hours, which was nearly a miracle.

As almost every Saturday, Bucky and Sam, kept working on the boat.

“Hey Buck, can you pass me that screwdriver?” Sam asked looking straight at the doorless frame in front of him.

“Yes of course. Do you need something else? Can I help you with that?” Bucky passed him the screwdriver, looking interested on the hinges Sam was exchanging.

“No, it´s fine, you check on that doors paint” Sam replied, signing towards a freshly painted door leaning against the rail of the boat.

"Just" he stopped for a moment turning around to see Bucky in the eyes. "One question"

Bucky nodded enthusiastically, unusual for his serious persona "Of course, what is it?"

"What the hell is going on with you all?" Sam asked leaning against the doorway, crossing both arms over his chest.

"Us? Nothing. We're just doing what we do every weekend?" Bucky’s enthusiastic face fell apart, making place for his familiar icy expression. Without awaiting another word from Sam, he turned around to keep working on the paint of the door.

Sam sighted. He knew that face far too well and now he was more than sure that something was up. But Sam never got far pressing Bucky to tell him what he knew, felt or thought.

He will need to ask the boys what is going on.

Sam pressed a button on what at first sight could be a wristwatch. It was actually a remote for Red Wing. Sam made a second one for daily use. Red Wing is not only a weapon for him; he could be quite useful for many things.

"Red Wing locate AJ and Cass, tell them they should come to the boat" Sam quietly order into the remote. "Then I want you to fly over my position and take pictures"

The roof of the cabin was leaking since Sam had memory. Bucky wanted to climb on the cabin earlier this morning, since Sarah lent their ladder to one of the neighbors. But with the boat slight movement and the wet surface of the cabin roof, Sam did not want him to get hurt. With a few good pictures of Red Wing, they could see what needed to be repaired and do it the next time both had a free weekend.

***

Almost an hour passed, till Red Wings hum, announced the arrival of the two brothers.

Sam did not worry; both often went down to the village to play soccer with the other kids.

"Hey uncle Bucky, hey uncle Sam. What's up?" AJ questioned tiredly climbing on to the boat. The two were covered in mud and Cass was holding a brown round mass of what must be a soccer ball.

"You two had fun I see" Bucky said smiling at them.

"Only your mom will not be pleased when she sees you two like that" Sam added, smirking towards Bucky, who nodded accordingly. "Anyway, you need to clean up and I need to talk to you. Dinner must be ready soon" Sam answered AJ's question.

"Buck, I'll be back in a second. Then we can hang in the door and finish up for today" Sam's bracelet remote beeped. Red Wing had sent the pictures to his phone.

***

"What's going on uncle Sam?" Cass asked after all three had left the boat and were slowly walking to the back of the house to clean up their mess, before their mother saw them.

"That's exactly what I wanted to ask you too" Sam replied.

"Nothing. What should be going on?" AJ eluded him, nervously side eyeing Cass.

Sam specified his question "Why are your uncle and your mom acting so strange?"

"Oh, about that..." Cass and AJ responded in unison, looking at each other. Then both giggled. And Sam's confusion grew even worse.

Then a high pitched and blurred voice, from inside the house, screamed at them.

It was Sarah. She opened the window "Look at you two. Who is going to wash that? And the grass stains on that jeans AJ?"

"I was goalkeeper" AJ said, loud enough so only his brother and uncle could hear it.

"You’re not going to enter my house like that! AJ I heard that. No talking back to me, you know that. You two are going to wash your own clothes, just so we are clear" Sarah's frustrated tone changed immediately as she saw Sam "Oh, hey Sam, are you done for today? Dinner is almost ready, but you can shower before that if you want"

The boys went around the house to follow their mothers request and get rid of the mud, while their mom was distracted; Sam´s question already forgotten.

It took him a beat too long to respond, but Sarah waited patiently “Yes we´re almost done. I’ll shower before dinner, but don´t wait for me. Bucky probably wants to…”

“Oh, don´t worry we can wait. It´s not like we’re starving to death” Sarah interrupted him with an exaggerated laugh.

Sam sighted again. The day was pretty busy, the sun hot and he was tired.

But curiosity killed the cat, right?

“Sarah” Sam voice now a little sharper “What is going on between you and Buck?”

***

With a frustrated huff Sam let the cold water run down his body.

Nobody knew anything, but everyone acted strange, he thought, massaging his temples enjoying the cool wet.

Sarah did not answer. She gave a short explanation about her relationship with Bucky, completely missing the point of his question. Then she vanished from the window, leaving Sam with his doubts.

Now he was trying to figure it out himself. What exactly he needed to figure out was unclear too. “What did I miss?” he questioned out loud in to the empty bathroom.

Everything was perfectly fine till today morning. They couldn´t have discussed in the morning, because he was always the first up on his feet.

Absentmindedly he soaped and rinsed his hair and body.

Then it struck him. Torres´s call. They must have discussed during his call. That would explain why the boys were so obediently quiet afterwards.

“But what could they have discussed about?” another question floating unanswered in the steamy air of the bathroom.

Sam stepped out of the shower, at the moment his Red Wing remote beeped. He sent the little drone out to look for bee nests around the house. They were pretty common around here, but for AJ deadly due to his allergy.

He must have found one somewhere.

Sam made a mental note to call the beekeeper, to remove the nest safely. But he dismissed the idea almost immediately.

Red wing.

Red wing was laying on the sofa last night, he probably recorded the whole evening. Bucky complained afterwards that Sam leaves Red Wing everywhere after repairing or upgrading him. He must have recorded the discussion between Sarah and Buck.

Without wasting much more time in the bathroom, Sam rushed over to his room, where Red Wing was patiently waiting for new orders on his bed.

“Red Wing, replay the audio footage of last night between” Sam rapidly took his phone out “7.35 and 7.40”

***

AJ and Cass looking shiny new in their fresh clothes, were nervously waiting for uncle Sam. Their Mother and Uncle were ignoring each other sipping on their glass of wine. The kitchen smelled amazing with the different pregnant spices of the casserole hanging in the air.

From the top they could hear Sam´s distinguished steps coming down the stair. At the sound of it, Bucky´s and Sarah´s posture changed immediately to warm smiles and relaxed shoulders.

Sam came down with a big grin on his face and Red Wing in his hands.

“Finally” Cass sighted, already grabbing the spoon to serve himself, just to get his hand clapped away by Sarah.

“Don´t be so impatient Cass, let your uncle take a seat first”

“Oh, don´t worry about me. Cass serve yourself; I still have something to say” Sam intervened his grin growing even bigger. Sarah and Bucky exchanged for the first time a glance.

“Red Wing, had been quite useful today” Sam said laying the drone on a little side table near the stairs. “Yes, quite useful” Sam repeated with a chuckle seating himself on his usual spot besides Bucky, who seemed really preoccupied over his strange behavior.

“I think if I ever stranded on a lone island, I would hope to have Red Wing with me” Sam kept on talking, taking the spoon from AJ, who already was pouncing his plate. “He could alarm me from any wild animals or even hunt something for me, without complaining or competing” he added savoring the confused expressions of his family “Yes, he truly is my favorite” Sam finished, passing the spoon to Bucky.

Sarah choked on her wine, looking over to Bucky, who couldn´t compute what was going on.

The boys bursted out in to a laugh, Sam gladly joined.

“How?” Buck asked knitting his brows, still holding the serving spoon, then his eyes shifted to the little red drone on the side table “Oh”

“Yes” was the only thing Sam managed to say between tears.

Sarah and Bucky looked at each other for another moment completely embarrassed. Then both grinned joining the others laughs.

After everyone caught their breath again, Cass broke the silence “But uncle Sam who´s your real favorite?”

Sam smiled at his little nephew “Red wing is real isn´t he?”

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#tfatws #mcu fic #sam wilson #bucky barnes #wilson family #bucky fanfic #sam fanfic #marvel #mcu #captain america

[ericsonclan]

An Unusual Walker

Summary: Ericson is truly starting to feel like home to Prisha when suddenly she spots an unusual walker within Ericson's gates.

Word Count: 2548

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Prisha strolled forward towards the courtyard, the newest spears for the fishing shack tucked safely under her arm. She had to make sure to place them by the gate for the next group that was set to go fishing. A small, happy tune from an old musical that she had seen countless times before the world had ended left her lips. The soft, repetitive tune filled the air around her as she walked on by Aasim who was busy restringing the bows with Willy at one of the picnic tables.

Willy glanced up, a happy smile immediately pulling on the corners of his lips when he noticed Prisha. He quickly gave a wave towards her which she returned. The wave was a bit clunky and awkward due to the spear tucked under her arm but it was clear that Willy had appreciated it as he bounced happily in his spot. Aasim glanced up to see what had drawn Willy’s attention from the task at hand. As soon as he saw it to be Prisha, a warm smile appeared on his face. “Hey, Prisha, are you going fishing?”

Aasim’s question made Prisha stop for a moment. “No, I was simply transporting them over towards the gate so that when Clem and AJ go out fishing in a little bit they’ll have sharp spears and hopefully catch more with them.”

“Thanks for doing that. By the way, I was wondering if I could meet with you about the reading program sometime today,”

“I can make time for it after dinner if that works,” Prisha offered and Aasim gave a short nod.

“It does,”

“Alright, I’ll see you then - same spot as always,” Prisha gave a small smile then continued forward. Her eyes soon turned to the sky and caught sight of a few stray clouds. After a moment her gaze returned to the courtyard and noticed that Clementine was having a meeting with Omar and Ruby about their food supplies and tactics to help make them last for as long and as best they could. Meanwhile AJ was looking out with the binoculars being ever vigilant for any potential threats to Ericson.

Prisha looked at her friends for a moment and felt a calming warmth fill her heart. It was crazy to think about but Ericson was truly starting to feel like home. To think that it wasn’t that many months ago that she had been found washed up and half dead a few miles from here. But luckily two people had found her, two people that had become dear to her heart. Prisha’s eyes wandered over and she noticed that Violet and Louis were by the target practice where Louis was struggling to make any progress from the last spurt of improvement he’d had a while ago.

“Face it, Lou. Some people just aren’t meant to be archers,” Violet mumbled as she kicked up a little bit of dirt with her feet.

“Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence,” Louis muttered. He winced slightly as he felt the tension build between them. “Sorry, I just want to get better. Figured I could help out some more then,”

“I know,” Violet was quiet for a moment. “Should’ve worded myself better,”

“It's okay,” Louis smiled over at his friend then strode forward to get the arrows. “Hey, listen, I know you’re a teeny tiny bit blind but maybe you still have some pointers-” Louis stopped for a moment when he noticed that Violet’s eyes were on Prisha. A small, soft smile stayed on the blonde’s lips as Prisha gave a small wave over, nearly causing herself to drop all the spears she had. With another smile Prisha recentered the spears under her arm then continued onwards. Louis watched Prisha for a moment then glanced over at Violet. It only took her a second to feel his eyes on her.

“Louis,”

“Anything you wanna confess, Vi?” Louis leaned on the couch and smiled at his friend. “Like how you’re secretly dating the newest member of Ericson.”

Violet didn’t react in any sort of way that Louis had hoped which made him question whether he was reading too much into things for a second. No, he could’ve sworn he saw them kiss when he was on stealth mode last week. So he decided to push the matter. “Come on, I know you keep choosing Prisha to be your reading partner and it's not for the books,” Louis flashed a playful smile Violet’s way. “So, wanna tell me what’s really going on?”

“Depends. Are you going to tell me what was really happening when Prisha and I found you and Clem on the ground with those binoculars?” Violet couldn’t catch every detail on Louis’ face but she knew it well enough to know that she had caught him off guard and he’d become embarrassed. Without a word Violet began to stroll away.

“Vi! Wait!” Louis chased after his friend. “You have to tell me the truth!”

Prisha soon got to the gate and placed down the spears. Taking a deep breath, she turned on her heel and went to grab her notebook. There was some spare time before any chores or personal matters were set to happen which meant she had time to brainstorm. Once more Prisha found herself singing the small tune as she disappeared into the dorms and soon reemerged with her notebook. She was nearly halfway to the picnic tables, her mind caught up in the last project she had suggested to Willy to work on together, when she spotted something that made her heart drop.

There, walking over towards the furthest set of picnic tables, was a walker. A walker which looked to have a triple chin and walked in a peculiar way; it seemed almost human-like in nature. Without thinking twice, Prisha dropped her notebook and unclipped her ice axe. She had to eliminate this threat then make sure there wasn’t a breach anywhere. She’d make sure she found where this walker had slipped in through in order to make sure that no others could enter and threaten her home and those who lived here. Gritting her teeth, Prisha dashed forward and swung her ice axe down with a heavy grunt.

The sound drew the walker’s attention who dodged the attack with relative ease. That fact alarmed Prisha but her attention was soon forced onto her weapon which was now embedded in the picnic table. Prisha pulled on the ice axe again and again, desperately trying to get it out before she got bitten. Her foot slammed onto the picnic bench and she pulled and pulled but it was no use. She wouldn’t make it in time.

She was about to let go and take her chance with a makeshift weapon when suddenly she heard the familiar laughter of AJ and Willy. Prisha felt her heart tighten at that moment. “No! AJ, Willy, retreat! Someone, come and grab the children!” Prisha yelled out, causing the two youngest residents of Ericson to pause in their jokes and glance her way.

Willy’s eyes grew large and he ran forward. Was he coming to help her? If so, he’d put his life at risk.

“Willy! No! Don’t risk your life for-” Prisha’s words were cut short as she watched Willy stop in front of the walker and high five it. The sight baffled Prisha and her grip on her weapon slipped. What on earth was happening?

“James! Are you staying here for a while?” Willy bounced excitedly on the balls of his feet.

Prisha stood dumbfounded. He had named a walker?

“For a few days,” The walker glanced over at the embedded ice axe.

“James,” Clementine’s voice appeared by the admin building and she quickly made her way over, a smile on her face. “I didn’t think I’d see you for a week or so,”

“Plans changed,”

Clementine nodded then looked over at Prisha. “Sorry, this must be really confusing. James, take off your mask, it will make this easier,”

Soon the mask was pulled off, revealing a human underneath it.

Prisha’s eyes widened as she stood in shock. “I-” She didn’t have the words to speak.

“I’ll explain everything. James, take a seat,” Clementine offered, motioning to one of the picnic tables that didn’t have an ice axe stuck in it. After a short walk Clementine sat beside Prisha while James sat across the way. Willy happily sat down next to James, kicking his legs casually. Clementine cleared her throat. “Alright, so first off I want to say sorry. It totally slipped my mind to tell you about James earlier. He’s a good friend who occasionally drops by to stay with us,”

“And he has great campfire stories!” Willy added with a grin before noticing a look from Clementine, letting him know that now wasn’t the time.

Prisha stared at James who was incredibly anxious due to meeting a new person. His eyes were focused on his walker gloves which he fiddled with in silence. “And he wears walker skin for what reason exactly?” Prisha hoped it wasn’t for aesthetic purposes.

“He used to belong to a group that herded walkers.” Clementine explained in a calm voice, her eyes assessing how Prisha was handling the news.

“I’m not anymore,” James quickly added. “But I still herd walkers.”

“He helps make sure no big groups of them come knocking on Ericson’s door.” Clementine smiled over at James then looked at Prisha.

“That still doesn't explain why he wears their skin,” Prisha noted and studied James quietly.

“I wear it so I can walk among them. It ensures I can stay somewhat safe when herding them,” James moved his hands animatedly then held out his mask as a show of trust.

Prisha stared at the walker mask; her nose stung slightly from the sharp smell of death on it. It was clearly an old mask. She gave a short nod. “Okay, I think I understand. My apologies. If I had known you were a friend of Ericson, I would never have tried to impale you with my ice axe,” Prisha awkwardly kicked the dirt under the table.

“I figured as much,” James gave a shy smile then focused back on his gloves.

“Don’t worry, Prisha! I thought James was a walker too when I first met him and almost shot him with an arrow!” Willy had a carefree smile on his face at the memory.

“It's true, so I don’t take accidental attempts harshly,” James’ eyes meet Prisha’s for a moment.

“Alright. Still, I feel bad for the damage I caused.” Prisha glanced over to see that AJ was trying his best to pull out the ice axe from the boards of the picnic table with little to no luck. His small war cries and grunts of strength seemed to grant no added benefits to his attempts. AJ decided to give it one more attempt and promptly fell on his butt.

Louis jogged over, giving a small thumbs up to Clementine, reassuring her that he had it, then proceeded to lift AJ back up on his feet. After a few inspiring and praiseworthy words Louis gave AJ’s hair a small ruffle and turned to the weapon. Grasping it tightly, Louis was able to successfully pull it out after a few attempts.

“Don’t worry about it.” Clementine’s voice drew Prisha’s attention back. “ I should’ve told you about James sooner. I know that when I first met James I was fucking terrified, espeically since I thought a walker was following my every move even when I tried to get out of its line of sight.” Clementine smiled over at James who was busy scratching the back of his head with a shy smile.

“My first meetings with people tend to go about as well as yours,” James looked over at Prisha who gave another small nod. Her mind was still processing all that had happened and the information she’d learned.

“Anyways, I should be heading out with AJ now while the fishing is good. You’re okay, right, Prisha?” Clementine placed a hand on her friend’s shoulder.

“Yes, I should be alright,” Prisha gave a smile and watched as her friend walked off, happily talking with AJ who started to tell her about how he nearly got the ice axe out.

Prisha sat around awkwardly for a moment before remembering her notebook. “Well, it was.. An experience meeting you,” She rose from her spot.

“Same,” James looked up at Prisha then over at Willy who had started to pull on his shirt. Prisha watched them for a moment then strolled over towards her notebook. It would be nice to have some quiet brainstorming time. Besides, even with how odd Prisha thought James was upon first meeting him she was glad to see Willy happily chatting with his friend. With that thought in mind Prisha picked up her notebook and wandered off, hoping to find a peaceful spot to work.

The rest of the day went by quickly and before she knew it dinner time had arrived. After getting her serving of stew Prisha made her way over and sat beside Violet. Violet gave a faint, warm smile towards Prisha then resumed her eating. Louis watched them closely, seeming keen on spotting any sort of sign of a relationship between his best friend and Prisha.

Prisha found it amusing that he had yet to find any sort of solid evidence that he could use to support his theory. A theory that had been correct for nearly three weeks now ever since that memorable card game. Still, Prisha knew that sooner or later her relationship with Violet would come out into the light and she had no issue with that. But she would be lying if she said she didn’t find the act of secret dating fun in its own way.

Prisha soon turned her attention to her food and listened thoughtfully to the different stories that got passed around the table. Like with all mealtimes it went by quickly, filled with laughter and plenty of talking until Louis, Willy and AJ walked off to do the dishes. Louis immediately suggested turning the chore into a fun game which the two youngest members of Ericson instantly latched onto.

Prisha observed them for a couple seconds while the others all left the table save for James. Prisha picked up on this fact quickly and rather than letting the awkwardness remain she decided to show the kindness she had so gratefully experienced at Ericson. “James,”

Prisha’s voice made James glance up.

“Care to join Aasim and I in the music room? We’re sorting out some books in there for our reading program. I’m not sure if you are one who cares that much about reading, but I figured it would be a nice way to spend some of the evening,”

James’ eyes slightly widened before softening, a happy smile pulling on the corners of his lips. “I’d really like that,”

“Wonderful,” Prisha got up from her spot and waited for James to do the same then started to lead the way to the admin building. The two walked side by side, having a more casual conversation as they made their way to what they both hoped was a pleasant evening.

#twdg #twdg prisha #twdg james #twdg aj #twdg violet #twdg louis #twdg clementine #twdg aasim #twdg willy #louis violet brotp #willy james brotp #james prisha brotp #james clem brotp #twdg privet #fanfic

[jaceyneedsabetterusername]

Appreciation

Pairing: Ryan Sitkowski x Reader x Justin Morrow

Warnings: Smut! (Masturbation, Threesome, Edging (light), Squirting) 

Summary: An honest answer to a game of truth or dare ends up making a secret fantasy of Y/N’s come true. 

A/N: Okay, I swear I’ll get back to Playing With Fire now. I really just had to get this all out of my system haha

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You sat on the bus with the guys, each of you with a drink in your hand and playing truth or dare like a group of seventeen year olds while town after town flew by outside. “Chris, truth or dare?” Ricky asked, taking a swig from his beer. 

“Truth.” Chris finally gave into the truth after getting screwed over for picking dare the last few turns. 

“How many fans have you slept with on tour so far?” Ricky asked, knowing Chris had been single for a little too long. 

Chris sighed with a laugh, “None, dude, I’m in a drought!” 

“Get Chris laid 2020.” Ryan joked and everyone cheered in support. 

Vinny smacked Chris’s leg, “That is a little sad, dude. But it’s okay! We’re gonna get you laid.” 

He groaned, “I hope that’s not a direct offer from yourself.” 

Vinny rolled his eyes, “Please, you wish you could land this hot piece of ass. But don’t worry, I’ll find a girl who’s almost as pretty. Almost.” 

You laughed when Chris shoved Vinny away from him with a grin, sipping the drink in your hand. “Okay, Y/N, truth or dare?” Chris asked you, leaning forward. 

“Truth.” You answered, really not feeling a dare that turn. Typically, you were pretty good at switching it up between truths and dares. 

“Pussy!” Vinny hollered at you, winning him a pillow in the face from you. 

Chris hushed him with his hand, “Alright, if you could have a three way with anyone on the bus, who would it be?” 

You scrunched up your face at the question, “Perv! Ugh, fine. Me, my electric toothbrush, and one of Ryan’s bottles of wine.” You smirked, thinking you swerved the question with the joke.  

AJ shook his head, “Nuh-uh! Actual people!” 

Your face fell with a groan, “Ugh! Fine! Uh… Justin and Ryan, I guess.” You tried to make your answer sound flippant so the guys wouldn’t catch on but you couldn’t deny your attraction to both of them. You came onto the crew about a month or two before Devin left and Justin was called in to sub for him. 

At first, you were a little worried things would be weird because you were the only girl on a crew that had been entirely male since forever. Despite the fact that you had been immediately attracted to Ryan, you felt like you couldn’t go after any of the men on the crew or in the band because you were scared you’d be that girl who just joined for the cute guys when in reality, you wanted to see the world and needed a job. 

About a month later, Devin and the band split and Justin began filling in. At first it was just for Warped Tour so you told yourself not to get too attached, even though you had fallen for him instantly. But then he left Ice Nine Kills and joined Motionless full time and you found yourself stuck in a predicament, having feelings for both Ryan and Justin but not being able to actually have a relationship with them. At least they’d become some of your closest friends though. 

“OOOH I knew it!” Vinny shouted triumphantly. 

Ryan looked confused, “Knew what?” Thank you for not being weird about this, you silently thanked Ryan. 

Vinny pointed at you with his Redbull, “I knew that you liked you and you.” He moved on to gesture at Justin and Ryan. 

You rolled your eyes at his immaturity, “Oh please, I do not!” Lie. 

Vinny laughed, “Yes you do! Why did you pick them then?” 

“Cause it’s a fucking game! Calm down, Vin!” Justin told him, exasperated at his immaturity. 

“Thank you!” You exclaimed, nodding to Justin with exasperated eyes. Justin returned the gesture. 

Before the next person could ask anything, the bus driver hollered back, “Alright guys! We’re here!” 

Everyone cheered as the bus pulled into the hotel, excited to finally sleep anywhere other than this God forsaken bus (it really was fine but living on a bus for months on end with a dozen guys got tiring). 

After checking in, you hauled your bags up to your room on the sixth floor. You were the only person with your own room since you were the only girl despite the fact that you insisted that you were fine rooming with one of the guys (you were doing it on the bus anyways). The expenses on these tours grew quick and you were trying to help but their tour manager booked you your own room anyways. 

In all honesty, it was really freaking nice. There was a single queen bed in the middle of the room facing the TV. It was really just a standard hotel but you’d forgotten how nice having your own space was. Control over the TV was nice too, excited to finally watch what you wanted to instead of watching the guys play COD or Madden... again. 

Tonight, it was game over for you. You drew a long hot bath for yourself, soaking in it with your favorite book. You washed your hair for the first time in what felt like two weeks. You even walked around in the fluffy robe they provided for at least an hour afterwards before changing into an oversized t-shirt the band let you snag from the merch box and underwear, finally feeling comfortable to walk around with no pants on. Hell, room service was even covered today! You felt like a freaking queen. 

It also meant that you had some time to, erm, relax. After you found yourself feeling nice and fresh and comfortable, you found yourself lying on the bed, the television still on because you couldn’t help but be paranoid that someone knew what you were doing, despite the fact that there wasn’t anything wrong with it. 

But your attention was anywhere but the TV show that was playing. You closed your eyes, imagining Ryan pinning you to the wall and rubbing your core. As you imagined it, your hand dipped down and you began to tease yourself over your navy blue lace panties, the ones that you wore just to feel sexy for this. Your breathing began to get heavy when your fingers made their way down into your panties, finally touching where you ached the most.

In your imagination, Ryan had you gagging on his cock while Justin took you from behind. The two men overloaded your senses. Okay, so maybe you really weren’t lying too much earlier on the bus. Maybe you wouldn’t mind being taken by both of the men. 

Your heart was speeding up with your breathing as that knot in your stomach grew and grew. Quiet moans escaped your lips as you fell over the edge. Unfortunately, just you fell into your climax, a knock on the door scared you into removing your hand and straightening up, feeling your walls clench around nothing with no stimulation in your ruined orgasm. You almost could have cried. You hadn’t cum in so long. 

I swear to God, you thought, someone better be dying. 

You quickly readjusted and before opening the door to see none other than Ryan and Justin. You blushed a deep red, just at the sight of them, humiliated that of course the two men you had just cum to the thought of were right in front of you. “Oh, hey.” You said quietly, trying to subtly adjust back to normal. 

“Hey, can we come in?” Ryan asked, nodding towards the inside of your room. 

Your eyebrows raised, “Have you guys been drinking?” They weren’t acting drunk but honestly, it took them a few minutes to show it sometimes and this was your night to not have to deal with a hoard of drunk men.

They both scoffed. “I’m offended that you would even think that!” Justin touched his chest in mock offense. 

“You downed a whole bottle of wine yourself the other night! And you were definitely a few beers too many in that night too.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you leaned against the door. 

“Okay, fine, but I swear we haven’t been drinking tonight.” Justin insisted. 

“Can we just come in?” Ryan asked, joking exasperation. 

You laughed, “I would say yes but I’m actually pantsless at the moment so…” You shrugged. 

Ryan chuckled, “Please, it’s not like we all live together for over half the year anyways.” 

“Ugh, fine, you have a point. Come on in.” You left the door open and let them inside, pulling your shirt down as far is it would go. At this point, it honestly was more of a dress that went down to your knees so it wasn’t like anything was showing anyways. 

The tall men followed you into the room and you could tell there was something weird about the way they were acting, “So what’s up?” You asked, trying to figure out why they were acting so weird. 

“We, um, we actually had something we wanted to talk to you about.” Ryan started, wringing his hands together. 

You grimaced and closed your eyes, “Guys, if this is about earlier. It was a game and that’s it. There’s no need to be all weird about it!” 

“No, no, no!” Justin hurried, “I mean, that is actually kinda why we’re here… but not like we’re trying to make you feel weird about it!” 

You groaned, “There’s nothing to talk about! This is weird.” 

Justin took a step towards you and brushed down your arm with his hand with an energy you’d never felt from him before. It made you uneasy but it also sent a shiver down your spine. A shiver that you definitely liked. “Actually there is something to talk about.” Ryan moved towards you as well but stepped more behind you. “See, after hearing what you said, we figured that you do so much for the band, honestly more than almost anyone else, that maybe we could show you how much we appreciate you.”

“I really don’t do that much more than anyone else.” You tried your best not to lean into Ryan’s body behind you but there was this polarizing effect these men had on you. 

Ryan scoffed, “Please. You help with merch, set-up and break-down, finance management. It’s like you’re a second tour manager.” He stepped closer behind you, his chest nearly pressed against your back and you could have sworn your heart stopped. 

These boys were up to something and you knew it. 

“Exactly,” Justin continued, his voice low, “And we’ve been trying to figure out how to say thanks for a while now. What you said earlier gave us an idea.” 

Suddenly, Ryan’s lips gently pressed against your neck, shivers running down your spine at the contact, “If you don’t want this, tell us to stop and we can pretend like it never happened.” 

You found your head rolling back into his touch before something occurred to you, “You guys really don’t need to. I know this is probably weird for you.” Your voice was almost more of a whisper than an actual objection. 

A small smile appeared on Justin’s face, a slight chuckle escaping as he leaned in and kissed you ever so slightly on the lips, leaving you craving more, “We’ve already talked about it and we’re okay. But we need to make sure this is something you want. Just say the word and we can stop.” 

Both men pulled away from you just enough to show that they were waiting for your response. There was no way this was happening. This kind of stuff didn’t just happen, right? “I want this.” 

And just like that, Ryan’s lips were back on your neck and his hands gripped your hips. Justin leaned back down and captured your lips in his, his tongue slipping into your mouth. 

You sighed from the overwhelming feeling of both of them, their tongues on your skin, Ryan’s hands trailing up your sides, Justin’s hands massaging your breasts. 

“How about we get this off?” Justin suggested, tugging your shirt over your head, revealing your bare breasts. His head dipped down and began sucking and biting the sensitive flesh, his tongue rolling over your nipples. From behind, Ryan’s hand came up and around your throat, gently guiding your head back to lean against his shoulder to give Justin better access to your breasts. 

Ryan kept one hand gripped lightly around your throat while his other hand trailed down around your front and into your panties where he ran his fingers through your folds, “Already so wet for us.” He realized though, that you were almost too wet right now, “Were you playing with yourself before we got here.” 

You tried to answer but his grip on your throat made it come as more of a whispered squeak. “I’m sorry, what was that?” Justin asked, coming up from your breasts. 

Ryan’s hand loosened up enough for your to speak and ran down your chest. You took a deep breath, finally not having your airway restricted before nodding much less shy than you meant to. “Girls gotta have a little fun too.” You said boldly. 

Both men chuckled a little and came to stand in front of you. “We’re here for that now, baby.” Ryan’s eyes were blown wide with lust as he bit his lip and stared at your naked body, your panties the only thing covering you. “Why don’t you get out of those and then climb onto the bed for us.” He nodded up towards your still made bed. 

Slowly you obeyed, turning around so your back faced them and then slowly slid your panties down, making a show of it and bending over so they saw everything. “Such a fucking tease.” Justin sighed behind you. 

As you walked over to the bed, you could hear the shuffling of fabric behind you. When you made it there, you turned and sat on the edge of the bed, keeping your legs closed tightly, trying to get any friction on your aching core. Justin and Ryan had rid themselves of everything but their boxers, both of their bulges quite prominent. 

In the back of your mind, all you could think of was the fact that this whole situation could ruin your friendship and the dynamics of the group but you wanted it so badly right now that you weren’t thinking rationally. You wanted them. 

The two men came closer to you and as they did, you reached out towards them and began to palm them through their boxers. Justin threw his head back at the contact and Ryan closed his eyes, a strangled moan sighing from his lips. Justin reached down and grabbed your wrist though, “Tonight’s for you.” 

“Maybe I want to do this.” You looked up at both of the men through your long lashes to see them look hesitant for a moment but they shrugged. 

“Go ahead then, I guess.” Ryan laughed a little but it was cut off by you reaching into his boxers and removing his erection, making him gasp. He was definitely nothing to be disappointed about. After taking Justin into your other hand, you saw that Justin was slightly larger in all aspects but Ryan was still definitely impressive. 

You leaned to your right, taking Justin into your mouth as far as you could, swirling your tongue around the tip. He groaned loudly as you pulled off of him with a pop of your lips. Your hand continued to work him while you did the same to Ryan. Quiet moans fell from both of their lips as you twisted your hand around their members. 

Leaning over, you took Ryan into your mouth, first licking up his shift and then focusing on the tip with your tips. Precum leaked from his tip, further slicking up his shaft as you took him into your mouth. Ryan reached down to gather your hair in his fist, using it to gently guide your head up and down. When he hit the back of your throat, your throat tensed up reflexively, tightening around his cock. “Fuck, baby.” Ryan groaned out. 

“How about you lay back, sweetheart.” Justin suggested, removing his shaft from your grip. You could tell by the way he was panting that he had been close and was trying to regain his composure. You obeyed, leaving both of them to climb on the bed. 

You realized that you didn’t quite know the logistics of all this though. “So, how exactly do we…” You bit your lip, feeling awkward all of a sudden. 

“Get on your hands and knees.” Ryan demanded, his sudden dominance sending a shiver down your spine. You climbed onto your hands and knees, ass sticking in the air. Ryan climbed onto the bed as well, lying on the bed in front of you. His cock stood tall in front of your face so you did the first thing you could think of and replaced your mouth on his cock, now able to take him deeper in this new position. 

Ryan chuckled a little, closing his eyes, “Fuck, so eager.” His hands ran through your hair again, brushing it all over to one side. 

Justin came to stand behind you, one of his hands rubbing over your back and then down to your ass. With his other hand, he rubbed his tip through your folds and over your clit, making you moan around Ryan’s cock, sending him crazy. Just as Justin began to enter you, he pulled out quickly, smacking your ass. 

You jumped at the unexpected blow, Ryan’s cock falling from your mouth. “Wow.” You giggled a little, still shocked that he smacked you but not opposed to it. 

Justin noticed, “Sorry, sweetheart. Your ass just really looked good and I had to. I’ll stop if you want.” He soothed the area he hit with his palm. 

You shook your head, “No, no, I kinda liked it. I just wasn’t expecting it.” 

You could almost feel the cocky smirk on his face as he swatted you again, “Good cause I really wanted to do it again.” You bit your lip as your body jolted forward again. 

You began working Ryan in your mouth again, your hand moving up and down what you couldn’t fit. Justin gently entered you from behind, both of you moaning at the new feeling. “You’re so fucking tight. Holy shit.” His pace was slow at first but once you all got adjusted, he sped up. Your body bounced between the two men, Ryan going further into your mouth every time Justin pounded into you. 

Your senses were on fire, the feeling of being filled so completely becoming overwhelming. The knot in your stomach quickly built until you were shaking to the point where you couldn’t keep sucking Ryan off. Your eyes had slid shut and your arms collapsed under your pressure and you face down on the bed between Ryan’s legs. Your mouth had fallen open as you whimpered. Ryan began stroking himself to the sight in front of him, you being railed ass up and he focused on the delicious sounds coming from you. 

Your walls began to clench as you were just about to fall over the edge but Justin quickly pulled out before you could. You almost cried, “Justin!” 

He rubbed your ass again, “Awe, I’m sorry. I promise, it’ll be better this time when you do cum. Now flip over on your back.” 

Still frustrated at him, still wanting to cum so bad, you obeyed. Justin helped you readjust until your head was hanging off the edge of the bed and your body was lying across it still. Ryan came up close to you and sat back on his knees, grabbing your legs and pulling them around his waist. He slowly entered you, his cock rubbing all along your g-spot in this new angle. “Fuck.” You whimpered, grabbing your breasts. 

Justin stood at the foot of the bed, his large cock wavering in front of your face, “Is this alright?” 

You nodded, proactively guiding his cock into your mouth, tasting yourself on his skin. Both of the men tried an experimental thrust or two, trying to set a good rhythm. Once they found it, it was game over for you. 

Both Justin and Ryan slammed into you hard. You were a moaning mess around Justin’s cock which drove him insane. Ryan gripped your hips so tightly, you knew there’d be bruises you’d have to hide. “You feel so fucking good.” Justin praised, bending over and sucking on your breasts while he thrust down your throat. 

“You take us so well, baby.” Ryan’s praise turned you on. 

Justin’s cock twitched in your mouth and you could tell he was close. He quickly stood back up and removed himself from your mouth. Pumping himself a few last times, he bust all across your chest, your tits covered in his seed. “Fuck-” He groaned, eyes shut as he slowed down his movements. 

Ryan kept ramming into you with a force you never thought possible of the man. That knot in your stomach returned and you found yourself gripping the bed sheets beneath you, “Fuck, Ryan, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum.” You kept saying, eyes closed shut as you felt your orgasm building. You could already tell that this was stronger than any orgasm you’d had before. 

“Keep your eyes open. I wanna watch you fall apart.” Justin demanded. Your eyes slid open just in time to see Ryan slip his thumb down onto your clit, rubbing fast and tight circles which threw you overboard. 

Electricity burst through your body as you came. You let out a high pitched moan, much louder than you ever expected, and your body shook. Ryan kept working your through your orgasm, “Holy fuck!” Ryan exclaimed, his thumb still running over your clit as you just kept cumming. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” It was all you could say, all you could comprehend. You’d never cum this hard or long in your life. 

“Y/N…” Ryan groaned out as he came inside you, the clenching over your walls sending him overboard. 

He pulled out when finally, you came down from your orgasm. 

“Holy fucking shit!” Justin laughed, “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” 

You sat up on your elbows, legs still spread around Ryan’s waist. You saw the sheets soaked and a liquid other than sweat on Ryan’s torso. “Oh my gosh. I am so sorry!” You covered your face, absolutely humiliated. 

Ryan reached up and removed them caringly, “Don’t be sorry! I’ve never seen a girl actually squirt like that and it was so fucking sexy.” 

“Round two?” Justin suggested and you laughed, lying back down and brushing your sweaty hair out of your face. 

“Gimme a sec.” You laughed. 

#motionless in white #motionless in white fanfic #motionless in white imagines #justin morrow #justin morrow imagine #justin morrow smut #justin morrow miw #justin morrow drabble #ryan sitkowski #ryan sitkowksi smut #ryan sitkowsky imagine #ryan sitkowski x reader #ryan sitkowski x reader x justin morrow

[comeonharold]

get to know me tag game 💙

@thegodsaregay tagged me, thank you friend

And I'll tag my usual squad too @blackindiaink @jello-thunderstorm @dscully2019 and the rest if they want to but they haven't done any of the earlier ones so I won't bother them, oh and @lostbunnysblog did one sometime maybe you want to do this one too

What do you prefer to be called name-wise?

You guys can say AJ if you want something other than my url but if you want my actual name you'll have to earn it😉 also I don't really care what people call me like I was studying in exchange and the other people just couldn't pronounce my name like idk I don't even think it's hard but they insisted on using a very English-speaking pronunciation so I was like whatever

When is your birthday?

Same as above, I can reveal that it's in October and horoscope-wise I'm a scorpio (not that I believe in that stuff but that gives a general idea of when my birthday is)

Where do you live?

Finland (which is why I'm not telling a lot of personal information it would be way too easy to find me because this isn't a huge country when it comes to population)

Three things you are doing right now:

Sitting in a car, talking with mom and I'm so slow at writing this thing that now I'm looking for my brother's hockey stick

Four fandoms that have piqued your interest?

Honestly I don't really do fandoms I like many ships and have great people to talk to about those when I want to but I would like to watch motherland fort salem, haven't had the time to look for it yet

How has the pandemic been treating you?

Well it's not great but I've been working on my pro gradu (that's like a master's dissertation) and quite a few courses so between that and floorball (before covid put stop to that one) I haven't really had that much extra time anyway so it's not that bad, like it would have been nice to see my friends more but what can you do when someone's sick or in quarantine 🙈

A song you can't stop listening to right now?

Impossible by Exit Eden. Or I am the storm by Ad Infinitum. Or many other songs by those ones I can't decide there are so many good songs

How old are you?

Okay this is another one I'm not giving a straight answer to and you can find it out by talking to me but between 20 and 25

School, university, occupation, other?

I study psychology

Do you prefer heat or cold?

*sigh* okay look. I'm from Finland and so my definitions of heat and cold are probably very different from any of yours like for me heat is above 20°C and cold is below -20°C (I don't do fahrenheit I'm sorry but you can google it) so definitely heat but like I'm also really happy about the snow we have here now, the way it crunches under my feet is so fun😄

Name one fact others may not know about you:

Hmm 🤔 okay it often takes a long time for people to really understand the way I speak (or write) because I'm often very sarcastic and don't bother using a sarcastic voice when I am, also I don't really do punctuation and just write whatever I think of and sometimes it makes sense and sometimes it doesn't and I forget what I was talking about in like 10 seconds so then I'll just keep talking about something else and all in all my communication can sometimes be super inconsistent like sometimes I use emojis and sometimes I don't and that doesn't necessarily mean anything at all

Are you shy?

I'm Finnish

Pronouns?

She or they are both fine, I don't know honestly, in Finnish we don't have gendered pronouns and well, the Finnish one for he/she/whatever is technically "hän" but we usually use "se" which means "it" so like let's just say that my relationship with pronouns isn't that close

Biggest pet peeves?

I hate hate hate the stupid psychology-related half-jokes that the people actually mean in a not-joking way like when they ask me to analyse someone or are like "oh you study psychology I thought you were normal" because just please let me live and like, not break all the ethical guidelines we have

What is your favorite "dere" type?

I don't know what that is

Rate your life from 1-10

Hmm let's say 9 I'm really happy with my life honestly and I don't think there's anything really missing from my life or anything but it can always be better and I don't want to get stuck

List your side blogs and what they're used for:

I have one that I use for storing literally anything for future use, mostly writing stuff for if I ever actually have time and inspiration, hasn't happened yet 😂the name of that one is just a literal keysmash so I have no idea

Is there something people need to know about you before becoming friends?

Well probably mostly that I'm really busy a lot of the time and my tumblr notifications don't work and I forget to answer if I get distracted which happens a lot and I'm sorry but that's not likely to change anytime soon so all in all you have to be okay with that...also the earlier part about the how hard it might be in the beginning to communicate with me and oh sense of humor is super important I joke a lot that's like half my personality (I recently wrote a self-reflective diary bc that was the assignment but I wrote the whole thing in a very joking way like I talked about all the stuff I was supposed to but it was just very funnily written I think and I passed so no problem there but well I'm not going to be very serious most of the time, I can do that too of course but most of the time I just really don't want to) then maybe the fact that sometimes I write whole fucking essays as an answer to the simplest question because everything in life is complicated

I may or may not have answered them all I'm on my phone and I can't see and will start feeling sick if I keep trying to read any more because the road is very curvy because road work at high way xD

#ask game

[noahfynn]

Best Man Duties | | Noah + Ollie

WHEN: 4 February 2021

LOCATION: Hotel room before the wedding ceremony 

NB: Whilst Ollie thought he had his nerves under control after secretly spending the morning with Lola, he starts to get nervous again as the ceremony approaches. Noah, taking his best man responsibilities seriously, steps in to help. Please note that this chatzy is a work in progress and will be updated as we go.

@olliexjames

Noah took his best man responsibilities seriously so whilst Mina and AJ were off getting dressed, he took the chance to check in with Ollie and see how he was feeling. After all, it was the most important day in Ollie's life thus far and whilst he knew that Ollie was head over heels in love with his wife-to-be, it would be understandable if he was a little overwhelmed. "Hey man, big day. How are you feeling?" Noah asked.

Ollie had been finishing up getting ready for the big day. Fixing his bow tie, he couldn’t help his eyes from continuing to dart back to the clock across the room — watching as the literal seconds began to count down to the moment of him saying ‘I do.’ He thought that he was fine after speaking to his bride just a few hours prior; but now that the minutes were passing, he found himself growing more and more nervous. His entire attention was focused on that damn clock, so much so that he almost completely missed his best man speaking to him. “W-what? Sorry, I’m just...I’m kind of freaking out right now.” He admitted sheepishly.

"Yeah, that's what I figured", Noah said simply when Ollie finally checked back into their conversation. "How big is the freak out? Do I need to pull the car around so that we can make a quick escape? Pour a line of shots? Put on Careless Whisper and have a deep and meaningful conversation? Whatever you need, I'm your man". There was no doubt in his mind that Ollie was madly in love with Lola but he understood that today was still a big deal; and it made sense that he was experiencing some nerves about the whole thing.

“The line of shots is a good place to start." Ollie said only half-jokingly, immediately gesturing towards the bottle of whiskey that laid on the hotel room's bar top. After fixing himself up he took a seat at the edge of the bed, sighing as he tried to sort his distorted thoughts. "I saw Lola earlier and everything made sense, and now I'm freaking out again. I don't know what the fuck's wrong with me right now." Ollie began, finding himself confiding in both his brother and best man. "What if I find some way to fuck this up? I really don't want to lose her."

Noah just nodded, making his way over to the bar and grabbing the bottle of whiskey. "At least you splurged on the good whiskey. It would be pretty disappointing if we were drinking the shitty stuff today", Noah commented as he made his way over to the bed and sat down beside Ollie, passing him the bottle. "We won't bother pouring shots, we can just swig straight from the bottle. It seems like the day for it", he explained. "Do you want me to go and distract the bridal party so that you can have a few more minutes with her or is this a crisis that I can talk you down from?" he asked. "Ollie, I love you but that's just your anxiety talking. You've been with her for two years now and that woman is /crazy/ about you. Getting married isn't going to suddenly turn you into a different person or turn you into an asshole, which means that your relationship will be just as special and wonderful as it always is".

"Always gotta splurge on good liquor. The cheap shit doesn't do anything for me anymore." Ollie added as Noah walked over to grab the bottle. Nodding in agreement by his next statement, he easily took the bottle and brought it up to his lips, taking a big swig from it. "Yup, definitely not cheap." He chuckled before passing the bottle back. "No, I don't want to stress her out thinking I have cold feet. I just need to shake this feeling." The man found that he was speaking more to himself than to the other male as he thought out loud. "Yeah but - what if I can't give her what she really wants? Or needs? What if one day she finally comes to her senses and realizes that I'm not..." He trailed off, shaking his head at the thought as he grabbed the bottle back from his best man. "I'm just freaked out. I can't go through another loss, not after I got myself this far."

"Such a connoisseur", Noah teased as he took the bottle from Ollie, taking a small swig before handing it back over. He had promised that he would remain sober until after the speeches so he intended to talk Ollie through this moment without getting wasted. "It doesn't sound like good feet, more anxiety that you might somehow mess this up or lose it", he said quietly, summarising how Ollie was feeling to make sure that they were both on the same page. "Oliver James, I've had the privilege for knowing your fiancé for a long time now; from before the two of you were even a couple. I can say with confidence that I've never seen her happier than when she's with you. I know that you can struggle to see your good qualities but Lola seems them all. You've been giving her everything that she wants and needs for a long time now so please don't let your own anxiety and insecurities trick you into losing the best thing in your life". He paused for a second, collecting his thoughts before speaking again. "I obviously can't promise that you'll never experience another loss again but if you walk away today, if you allow this brief moment of panic to trip you up... well, I think that's the choice that's most likely to lead to another loss. I don't know many relationships that would survive being left at the altar"

Ollie easily took back the bottle from Noah, taking another big swig of the bitter liquid; a content sigh escaping his lips at the feeling of the burning sensation down his throat. He simply just nodded as the other clarified his feelings; he knew that he wasn't getting cold feet, more so that he was simply scared of repeating the tragic history of his parents. "I never understood why she views me so highly, or how she can be so patient." He simply admitted as he took another swig from the bottle. "You're right, I know that. It's just when I think about marriage, I automatically think of my parents. Not that it's a bad thing, because from what I know what they had was good, and real but..." He trailed off, his breath hitching for a moment as he began unlocking that part of his life. "Marriage comes with the concept of settling down and getting comfortable with your life. It comes with a home, and it's the hardest to run away from. I've always told myself that I wouldn't do that again - that I wouldn't get comfortable or settle anywhere, even when we first got out together. I want this more than anything; she's my best friend and the person who understands me more than anyone...but she also scares me more than anyone." He rambled on for a few moments, thinking more out loud as he attempted to distinguish what he was truly in fear of. "I'm not going to leave her at the alter, I would never do that to her. I just need to shake this feeling in," He looked at his watch, his eyes going wide at how fast the time was passing. "A half hour. Holy shit."

Noah definitely felt relieved when Ollie confirmed that it wasn't cold feet, rather anxiety that he wasn't going to be enough for Lola; and fear that things might end tragically between them. "That's because you don't see yourself accurately, Ollie. Lola... she's madly in love with you. She knows that you're the right person for her. I've seen some of her past relationships and then I've seen her with you and god, it's so obvious that the two of you are right for each other. She loves you because you understand her better than anyone else ever has. You accept her, support her, respect her, love her for her flaws and her strength. You make her laugh, you make her feel safe, she trusts you. She's told me more than once that you're literally her favourite person on this earth. I'm sure the hot sex and great orgasms are just an added bonus on top of all that emotional shit", Noah said, unable to resist slipping in a light-hearted attempt at a joke at the end. "I get that. You know who else gets that? Lola. From what I understand, her parents had a good marriage and then her dad died and her mother basically abandoned her and started a whole new family; icing Lola out completely until she died too. She understands that taking a chance on people, on letting them into your life, is terrifying. She just knows that you're worth that investment and risk, just like you know that she's worth it too". People gave Noah a lot of shit about being a "good time guy" but when the situation called for it, he was able to buckle down and be serious to help his friends. "Alright, we're not going to spend the next 30 minutes drinking because I refuse to let you be fucking wasted when you marry the love of your life. Want to get some air? I think I can sneak you out of here without anyone noticing, we can go for a walk or something".

#chatzy #c: ollie #muevent #mu: lolliegetshitched

[pinnithin-writes]

I Realized. Then I Couldn’t Stop Realizing.

Chapter 8: Pleck

Depending on where he looked, it was going to be over before it even began.

After their initial disorganized start to AJ’s sixth birthday, the rest of the festivities had gone quite well for the CLINT. He had enjoyed his trip to the zoo, rolling excitedly between exhibits with his palms gleefully pressed against the glass like, well, like a six year old.

That was what Dar had told Pleck, anyway. He himself had missed most of the zoo trip on account of that bizarre vehicle train and his subsequent run in with Derf. He sat alone at the scroll-strewn table, watching AJ open his gifts from afar while he knotted and unknotted his own thoughts.

Feeling like an idiot wasn’t new to Pleck, but in this moment he felt particularly stupid. All he had just discovered about the Stuff and the Allwheat gnawed at him. Was this something every Zima already knew about, and he had just been floundering by himself in the Space, none the wiser? His eye fell to the paper tangle in front of him. None of his scrolls hinted at the existence of the religion’s other half - at least, as far as he could tell. Perhaps he just needed to give the texts another pass with this new lens.

He wanted to dismiss Derf’s words as nonsense. The old man never really had his shit together, but their latest encounter told Pleck that his mentor was really starting to lose it. It felt appropriate that the two of them had dressed up as clowns earlier. They were just a couple of clowns following a clown religion on a clown mission in a clown galaxy. It all was starting to feel like a big cosmic joke to Pleck.

As he washed the makeup off his face a few hours prior, however, he was compelled to consider the facts. Derf had never been wrong before. As outlandish and hare-brained the man’s guidance was, it was still mired in truths and half-truths. He had been right about Pleck’s destiny. He had been right about the Space. He had been right about the Emperor. Why wouldn’t his crazy old mentor be right about the Stuff?

Pleck watched Horsehat babbling to their father distractedly as he considered this. It was good, as always, to have Nermut aboard the ship. No matter what was going on between the crew’s manager and their captain, it never got in the way of Horsehat being a happy, well loved sentient. Dar’s child was a good kid, and Nermut was doing his best to be a good dad. Seeing the gleeful smile the two of them mirrored at each other made warmth swell in Pleck’s chest.

He loved this chaotic, disjointed little family of misfits. He would love them every single day of his short tellurian life. He would do anything he could to keep them safe and happy.

A monumental task, considering the screaming black sun bearing down on them all. Derf had casually mentioned Pleck sacrificing himself to the being before he so unhelpfully went and died on him again and, well, it ate at Pleck. This was a notion that was all at once ridiculous and terrifying to him. To willingly face an entity that was chewing through planets like so much hard candy? It was undeniable suicide.

But he couldn’t ignore the horrible truth that had haunted him for the past six months. The Allwheat was his fault. Hi s fault. Pleck’s. He was the one who had singlehandedly jucked over the galaxy. It only made sense that he should be the one to un-juck it.

He found his eye lingering on the frame of his best friend across the room. C-53 was patiently explaining his birthday gift to AJ - a handheld educational spelling game set - while the clone fiddled with powering the device on. Working with C-53 to silence the voice in his head had given Pleck a newfound sense of hope in these past few days. The droid’s gentle, reasonable tone grounded and reassured him when he felt his sanity was going to snap like brittle thread.

Pleck had begun to fantasize about the future, an impossible treat he allowed himself in the privacy of his mind. He entertained an idealized, romantic version of their reality, where Nermut and Dar made amends, Bargie was satisfied with her career, and nobody’s life was endangered by an evil, galaxy-wide threat. And who knows, maybe he could have finally told C-53 how he felt about him. Maybe the droid would have even returned his feelings. Maybe they could have been something.

It was a fantastical dream, rose-colored and improbable. But the hope at least had been his, and it had kept him afloat, for however short a time. Now, Pleck could feel that hope being crushed around him as he stared his newfound destiny in its ugly, screaming face.

Pleck suddenly felt very sick and sad. His wants were simple, but so far out of reach. He shouldn’t be guilt-ridden over desiring happiness. Happiness should just be an intrinsic part of living and working with the people he loved. This was unfair, so infuriatingly unfair. To want something so basic and to feel he didn’t deserve it.

Throat tight, eye burning, Pleck scraped his chair back from the table and strode quickly out of the room. He didn’t need to start crying in the middle of AJ’s party. That would bring down the mood for everyone.

“Pleck!” Dar’s voice called at his retreating back. “You okay, bud?”

Pleck managed a weak, “yeah, I’m just-” before choking on his words. He fled, taking his insurmountable failures with him.

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That night, when things had quieted down, the Allwheat’s voice started picking at Pleck’s mind like a scab, driving him out of his quarters in search of solace. Locating C-53 was starting to feel natural to him now. He padded silently through Bargie’s darkened hallways and sought out his soft, familiar blinking lights.

The droid was in the common area, as was his tendency, resting in a low power state. Pleck habitually collected one of the cushions off of the couch, placed it on the floor next to C-53’s frame, and settled down onto it. He leaned wearily against his friend for support. Still more comfortable than his phone booth of  a room, he mused.

It was dark in the common area, the air thick with a resting silence that Pleck didn’t dare break. He sat with his ear pressed against C-53’s side, listening to the machinery dutifully working away within, even in dormancy. He focused on the gentle sound instead of the Allwheat’s taunting remarks until its terrible voice faded into the background of his mind.

Pleck was just beginning to doze when he heard the resonant sound of C-53 booting up to consciousness. He blinked sleepily as the droid powered on, oriented himself, and noticed the tellurian curled up beside him on the floor.

“Oh, how long have you been there?” C-53 asked, vocal modulator lagging in his delayed wakefulness.

Pleck shrugged in a halfhearted way. “A while.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Pleck responded reflexively. “Things are just… y’know,” he trailed off lamely.

C-53’s head angled toward him. “I’m afraid I don’t know, actually. You seemed more shaken than normal today.”

The fact that he possessed a “normal” amount of shaken would make Pleck laugh if he didn’t feel so shitty. He reached to trace his knuckles across the surface of C-53’s arm, where it loomed protectively over his head. He knew the droid couldn’t feel it. This was just a nice, private thing he did for himself.

“I mean, I did just watch Old Derf die for the fourth time in a row,” Pleck explained into the empty silence. It wasn’t exactly what was bothering him, but of the many ways his mentor had kicked the bucket, this was probably the weirdest.

“Okay, yeah, I guess that was a little unnerving to witness,” C-53 admitted.

Pleck went on. “Did you know he talks to me too, sometimes? Like, sure, I’d rather hear from him than the Allwheat, but my brain isn’t free real estate, y’know?”

C-53 gave an affirmative, “Mmm. I can understand that.” There was a faint clicking sound from his processor before he continued.  “I felt that way when the Federated Alliance installed their protocol on me against my will.”

Peck paused, connecting the dots. “I guess I hadn’t thought about it that way,” he responded quietly.

“It’s hard when you don’t know where the thoughts in your mind are coming from.”

He said it so matter-of-factly, but the words washed over Pleck and engulfed him. He felt deeply, intimately known. It chilled him as much as it excited him. Pleck sat there, next to his best friend, caught in the dangerous knowledge of being understood and yet completely certain that he was safe. He wanted to freeze time right there, to keep that moment to himself forever.

But time didn’t wait, and neither did destiny. His breath hitched in his throat.

C-53 didn’t miss the sound he made. “What’s really bothering you?” he asked.

Gradually, Pleck took out the bundle of thoughts he had been turning over in his head and showed them to the droid. He made sure to keep the part about entering the Allwheat to himself, but he laid out everything he’d learned about the Stuff, his frustrations with Derf, and how his destiny was far from over. C-53 took it all without judgment as the tellurian poured himself out messily between them.

When he was done, he sagged heavily against the droid’s frame. He was so tired. He just wanted one good night’s sleep.

C-53 was silent for a time, but Pleck could hear the uptick in his processing power as he thought things over. “Does this mean you’re going to have to spend six months training alone again?” he asked finally.

“I…” Pleck hesitated. “I don’t know. I don’t want to, but...”

The time he had spent mastering the Space had been lonely but necessary, and he still regretted leaving his crewmates to flounder on their own in Holowood while he practiced swinging a stick around. Dar had done alright, but the rest of them had suffered in his absence. He wasn’t sure he could voluntarily do that to them again.

“Well, I don’t want you to, either,” C-53 said.

“You don’t?”

“No.” he responded. “I don’t like it when you disappear. Things just aren’t the same without you.”

Guilt flooded Pleck’s heart. “I’m going to disappear eventually,” he muttered, then immediately regretted it.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” C-53 asked as his fan kicked on.

“I mean like-” Pleck attempted to backpedal, but he ended up gushing out more words like an open wound. “Like I’m not gonna be around forever. You and Bargie are essentially immortal, Dar will live decades longer than I will-”

“Pleck-”

“And who knows how long a CLINT’s lifespan is. I’ve got what, sixty, seventy years if I’m lucky? I’m just not gonna be a part of your lives that much longer, okay?”

The astonishment in C-53’s voice was unmistakable. “Pleck, where is this coming from?” he asked.

“I don’t know, I don’t-” He choked on his words again, hot tears threatening to spill down his cheek. “I gotta go.”

He scrambled to his feet, ignoring C-53’s protests. He had to get out of here. This was all too much for him, to sort through what parts of himself to keep and what to give.

“Pleck, talk to me,” the droid’s voice echoed down the hall after him. “What did Derf say to you?”

He squeezed himself into his room and shut the door, crouching down to hug his knees against his chest. He should never have let C-53 see this side of him, let him get this close. Pleck couldn’t compartmentalize his feelings all neat and orderly like the droid could, and it was foolish to think he could share so much of himself while keeping certain parts hidden from him. He was tellurian, organic and messy, and all of C-53’s hard work to put Pleck back together was going to be wasted when the Allwheat ate him for breakfast.

Pleck held himself and cried silently. Hoping had been a mistake. He wasn’t going to let it happen again.

Chapter 7 <-----> Chapter 9

#ink #fanfiction #mission to zyxx #part of my endeavor to relocate all my ao3 work

[waywardaardvark79]

Come Hell or High Water Part 5: Only When You’re Ready

Summary: Blackwick, Montana was going to be a fresh start for you and your five year old daughter. You moved in across the street from Officer Dean Winchester, and quickly found that you were able to help him. Will Dean be able to help you when your past comes back to haunt you?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: non graphic talk of past abuse, hurt Dean, 

                  A week and a half later

           "You're gonna do great. Everyone is gonna love you, trust me." Dean said to Aj. Her first day of kindergarten was in two days, and you didn't know who was more nervous, you or her. Dean had found himself giving you both pep talks as the day approached.

 "Will you go with me?" she asked. 

Dean smiled softly at her, "I'll take you inside." he said.

 "But you won't stay?" she asked tears welling up in her eyes. 

Dean's heart broke at the sight. He quickly figured out that he wasn't able to refuse anything she asked. "They won't let me stay, princess." he gently explained. Aj's bottom lip started to quiver, "But I'll be there when you get out, and maybe we can go get ice cream." he said, trying to cheer her up. 

"You promise?" she asked. 

"Promise." he said. 

You walked out of your office and stretched your arms over your head, your shirt riding up with the motion. The opening of your door had pulled Dean's attention in your direction, the faded, jagged scar peeking out from the top of your pants held it there. Aj noticed him staring and whispered , "That's momma's boo boo, but don't worry, it doesn't hurt anymore. It just looks funny." she said. 

Dean looked down at her with a sad smile, "Does she have any other ones?" he asked. 

Aj nodded, "One time she had a whole bunch, but they went away. Her belly ones look funny like that one though." she said.

 Dean quickly put the pieces together, "But don't say anything, it makes her sad." she whispered.

 "You don't have any do you?" he asked with bated breath, praying that she said no.

 "No, just this one." she said pointing to her knee where she had slipped outside earlier in the week.

 Dean slowly exhaled the breath he was holding, "You know that if anyone ever tried to hurt you or your mom you could tell me, or Sam." he said.

 She nodded her head, "Cause your cops, and you would take them to jail." she said. 

Before Dean could say anything else you walked over, "What are you two whispering about?" you asked.

 "Ah, nothing, just club business." Dean lied. 

"I'm still not allowed into this elusive club?" you asked, perching yourself on the arm of the couch.

 Aj had invented a club a few days earlier, her, Dean, and Rocky the only members. "I mean, Sam even has a pending membership." you argued.

 "Sam bought me this." Aj said as she held up the little, stuffed German Shepherd.

 "Maybe we should think about letting her in. Your mom is pretty cool." said Dean. 

Aj looked up at him, and then quickly jumped off the couch and headed up stairs. "What was that about?" you asked. 

Dean held out his wrist and you noticed the purple beaded bracelet, "Only official club members get em'. We made them this morning.  Think you may be on your way in." he said. 

You smiled brightly at the rugged man sitting before you, proudly showing off his purple bracelet, "One can only hope." you said.

Aj returned a few moments later, and slipped a purple bracelet on your wrist. "Now everybody will know we're all together." she said. 

"What about Rocky?" you asked. The dog raised his head at the mention of his name, and you noticed the bracelet hanging from the loop of his collar, and you laughed.

 "Rocky got his before me." said Dean.

 The phone you used for work started ringing, and you pulled it from your pocket, quickly slipping into your customer service voice and answered it, "Hi, this is Y/N with Teladoc. I'll be your nurse today. How may I help you?" you asked. You listened, able to hear someone breathing on the other end of the line, but they didn't say anything. "How may I help you?" you asked again. Suddenly the line went dead, and you pulled the phone from your ear and hung up. "Guess they didn't need help." you shrugged, ignoring the bad feeling that you had. "I better get back to it." you said as you started to head into your office, the pit in your stomach growing with each step.

               The end of the day came, and you didn't have any more hang up calls. You told yourself that you were overreacting. Maybe they didn't have good signal and the call dropped. Someone did call in saying they had trouble getting through not long after. You pushed away your fear, finished up the last bit of your work, and walked out of your office, telling yourself that you weren't going to dwell on it anymore. 

Sam was sitting on your couch, telling Aj how much he loved his bracelet when you walked in. "Hey Y/N." he greeted.

 "You're here early." you said as you sat next to Dean on the couch.

 "I was just filling in for somebody today. They ended up coming in after all." he said. 

"Give me just a minute, and I'll get his meds together." you said, starting to stand up. 

"Well, I was wondering, if it wouldn't be too much trouble if Dean could hang out a little longer?" he asked. 

"Sammy, got himself a date." Dean said.

 You raised one eyebrow at him, "A date, huh?" you asked.

 "It's not a date, per say. I'm just going to dinner with a friend." Sam said

"Would this friend happen to be Eileen?" you asked, trying to keep your smile at bay. 

Sam quickly turned to Dean, "Seriously?" he asked. 

"Oh come on, Sammy. We all know you like her. Y/N doesn't even know who she is and she knows." Dean said. 

"Because someone has a big mouth." Sam said as he glared at Dean. 

"You talk about her ALOT." said Aj, stressing the word a lot. 

You and Dean broke out into a fit of laughter, "She ain't wrong." you said.

 "Guys, Eileen said the funniest thing today. Guys, Eileen told me this really interesting story today." mocked Dean. 

You gently smacked his shoulder. "You go have fun Sam. She sounds like a lovely person. We will be fine here. Don't worry." you said.

 "Can I talk to you for a minute?" he asked. 

You nodded , and walked into the kitchen with him. "Everything ok?" you asked.

 Sam looked down at his feet, "Could you maybe, help me pick out something to wear? I'm a little nervous. This is kinda my first date since Jess." Sam quietly said. 

You knew that Jess was Sam's girlfriend that had died in a tragic accident a few years ago. You patted him on the shoulder, "Sure thing, Sam. Just bring a few choices over and I'll help you get ready." you said.

 Sam thanked you, and told you he would be back over after his shower. You escorted him to the front door and told him you would see him soon. "What was that?" Dean asked when Sam left.

 "He's nervous, and wanted me to help him decide what to wear." you said as you crossed the room and sat next to him. "Give him a break. No teasing." you said. 

"Yes, ma'am." said Dean.

             Sam came back over just as the three of you were finishing dinner. You pointed him to the downstairs bathroom, and told him to try on what he brought so you could see it on. "You look like a seventh grader at his first dance." said Dean as Sam came out of the bathroom. 

 "Hush." you scolded as you swatted his shoulder. 

"Easy Nurse Ratched, I'm beat up enough." he said. 

"Sam, you look great." you said. You watched as he nervously fidgeted with the buttons on his shirt.

 "Yeah, you look real pretty, Sam." Aj said. 

"He does, doesn't he." teased Dean.

 Sam ignored him and turned to you, "I shouldn't be too late." he said. 

"You know I got that appointment in the morning. It would probably just be easier if I stayed here." said Dean.

 "Oh, a sleepover!" Aj shrieked. "Can he stay, momma?" Aj pleaded. 

Dean stuck out his bottom lip, "I'll be good." he said. 

You rolled your eyes, "Fine." you said. You turned to Sam, "Get out of here. Have a good time." you said as you started to pull him towards the door.

 "Are you sure it's ok?" he asked. You opened the front door and ushered him out, "It's fine." you said, again. 

"Just try not to kill him." Sam joked.

 "No promises." you said, as you closed and locked the door. 

         "Alright ladies, let's get this party started." said Dean.

 "Oh no, no party. We have an early appointment tomorrow, and someone is sticking to their school bedtime." you said.

 "But moooom, school hasn't started." Aj whined. 

"You need to get used to going to sleep earlier." you said, before turning to Dean, "And you got a big day tomorrow too, so early bedtime for you too." you finished. You argued with the two of them for a few minutes, before finally agreeing that they could watch one movie and then it was off to bed.

           The credits to the movie started to roll, and you looked over at Aj, who was fast asleep, tucked into Dean's side. "Let me get her in bed, and I'll bring you some more pillows and a blanket." you said as you eased her into your arms, Rocky trailing behind you. 

You got her tucked into bed, Rocky taking his place at her feet, and you walked into your bedroom to grab some pillows and a blanket for Dean. You walked into the living room to see him trying to get comfortable on the couch. You dropped the pillows and blanket on the coffee table, "Come on, you can't sleep here." you said.

 "Sick of me already?" he asked.

 "A little." you deadpanned. 

Dean clutched his hand to his chest in mock hurt. "I'm taking you upstairs." you said.

 Dean wiggled his eyebrows at you, "Oh, really?" he asked.

 You shook your head at him and held out your hand to help pull him into a seated position. "You wanna try the crutches?" you asked. Dean nodded, and you ran to grab them from your office. 

The two of you went at a slow and steady pace, both of you breathing heavy when you finally reached the second floor. You pushed open your bedroom door and quickly turned down the covers before Dean plopped down on the side of the bed. He collapsed backward, drawing in a deep breath, "I'm gonna need a minute." he said.

 "I'll go get your meds." you said. 

When you came back Dean was in the same spot. "Here, sit up." you said as you placed his meds on the nightstand, and held your hand out to help him. Once he was upright  you handed him his meds, and water to wash them down with. "You wanna sleep in your shirt?" you asked.

 "If you wanted to get me naked, all you had to do was ask." he teased.

 "I've gotten you naked plenty of times." you retorted. 

"Wanna join me this time?" Dean asked with a wink, still breathing a little heavy.

 "I think the stairs was a good enough work out for you tonight. I wouldn't want to break you." you said.

 "Oh sweetheart, I don't break that easy." he said. 

You eyed him up and down, "Well sweetheart, I beg to differ." you said, as you sat his bottle of water next to the bed. "Shirt on or off?" you asked again. 

"Off." he said. 

You grabbed the bottom of his shirt and carefully worked it over his head. "Scoot back a little." you said. Dean eased himself back a little more, and you grabbed his legs and lifted them in bed while he turned. You fluffed the pillow behind his head, and pulled the covers up over him. "There ya go. Night Dean." you said as you started to turn to go backstairs, but Dean grabbed your hand.

 "Hey, Y/N, I just....thank you." he genuinely said.

 You gave his hand a little squeeze, "You're welcome." you said, and he released your hand. 

You made it to the door of your bedroom when he called out for you, "Hey, Y/N. I think I might have a fever." he said.

 You rushed back to his side, and placed your palm on his forehead. "No fever. Is something hurting. The wound on your thigh is almost healed. It can't be that." you rambled out as you looked him over.

 "You sure you checked right? I really feel like I have a fever." he said. 

You put your hands on your hips, "Of course I checked right. Unless you want me to go grab a thermometer? You don't have a fever." you argued. 

"See, cause I could swear you were supposed to check with your lips. I mean, I'm not medically trained, but I'm pretty sure." he said. 

The realization of what he was doing hit you, and you narrowed your eyes at him before slowly bending down and gently pressing your lips to his forehead. "No, fever." you whispered.

 "My cheek feels kinda warm. Maybe you should check there." he said. 

You pressed your lips to his cheek, lingering a little longer this time, "Cool as a cucumber." you said, pulling back a little, your faces now only inches apart.

 "Hmm....well, I know one more place you could check." he said, running his tongue over his full bottom lip afterward.

 "Is that so?" you asked, moving close enough to feel his breath. 

"Mmhmm." he hummed, you felt his hand slide up your back, and come to a rest on the back of your neck. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, Dean offering you an out that you didn't take, before he gently pulled you forward and your lips met his. 

The kiss started soft and sweet, the two of you really taking your time with each other, not wanting to move too fast. Before too long you felt his tongue run across your bottom lip, and you parted your mouth for him to deepen the kiss. You felt his fingers twist in your hair, and you moaned into his mouth. He tightened his grip on you, pulling you against his chest, and you threw one leg over his body to straddle him. 

You automatically rolled your hips a little, and felt him groan low in his chest, his hold on you tightening. You slowly started to pepper kisses along the side of his face and down his neck, before working your way back up, pulling his earlobe into your mouth and giving it a teasing bite. You felt him exhale a long, shaky breath, and pressed your lips to his once more. Just as things were staring to get heated, you felt his hand slide under your shirt, his thumb running along the edge of the jagged scar that peaked out of your jeans, and you froze.

 Dean felt your whole body tense, and he wanted to kick himself. You quickly pulled back, "Dean....I, uh...I." you rambled out.

 "Too fast. I'm sorry." he said.

 You squeezed your eyes shut, and shook your head, still sitting on top of him. You willed your tears not to come, squeezing your eyes shut even harder. "We don't have to." Dean quietly said. Your breath hitched in your throat. You wanted to, God, did you want to, but you didn't want him to see you, not after everything HE did. If Dean saw you would have to explain everything, and what if he thought less of you. Dean didn't say anything as he watched you have an internal battle with yourself. "Y/N, would you please look at me?" he gently asked. You shook your head no. "We don't have to. It's fine." he said, his voice full of sincerity. 

You cracked open your eyes to see Dean staring at you with such concern. Your mind kicked into overdrive, a millions thoughts racing around at once. He probably thought something was wrong with you, thought you were damaged, felt pity for you. You pushed the thoughts away, determined to show him that he was wrong.

 You quickly worked your way down his body until you were settled between his legs. You hooked your fingers into the top of his sweats and started to work them down when his hand on your wrist stopped you. You couldn't place the look on his face, and your mind immediately started screaming that he didn't want you. Who could want you? "No, sweetheart." he softly said. 

You felt the tears burning your eyes as you gave everything you had to keep them from falling. He didn't want you. You tried to blink them away, and started to try to get up to get away from him, but he still had ahold of your wrist. "C'mere." he said. You quickly averted your eyes and hung your head, completely embarrassed of your behavior. You felt his finger underneath your chin, and he slowly lifted it until you were looking at him. "Get up here." he said. 

You slowly eased your way up, and he pulled you down to him, your head laying on his chest. You felt his arm wrap around you and squeeze you to him. "Not until you're ready. I want to wait until you're completely ready." he whispered. 

You wrapped your arm around his waist and managed to choke out, "I'm sorry." 

"You have nothing to be sorry for." he said, but you didn't reply. "You know I would never hurt you, right?" he asked. 

You simply nodded your head, the conversation starting to get too close to a subject you didn't want to talk about. "I know." you finally whispered.

 You felt Dean kiss the top of your head, "Get some sleep, sweetheart. I'm here. Everything is going to be ok." he said. You felt yourself start to drift off to sleep in his arms and you prayed that he was right.

              The next morning you were awakened by Aj standing at the side of your bed softly calling out for you. You opened your eyes and sleepily asked, "What's wrong, honey? Are you ok?"

“Dean opened his eyes and stretched his arms over his head, "Mornin', Princess." he said to Aj.

  She looked back and forth between the two of you. "Why did Dean sleep in your bed?" she asked.

 You squeezed your eyes shut for a minute, "Because it was more comfortable for him. He can't really fit on the couch." you explained, hoping that would end the conversation.

 "Why isn't he wearing a shirt?" she asked. 

You felt Dean tense next to you, "I, uh, I got hot." he said. 

She looked at the two of you suspiciously, "Momma, is Dean your boyfriend?" she asked.

 Dean turned to you, and watched you panic, "H...How do you know what a boyfriend is?" you asked, avoiding answering the question.

 Aj sighed dramatically, "I'm not a baby. I know what a boyfriend is." she said.

 You sat up, and she started to head for your door, "Cause it'd be ok with me, if he was." she said as she walked out. 

"No more tv for you." you said under your breath as you got up. 

You looked over to Dean who was trying his best not to smile. "What?" you asked. 

He pointed towards the door, "I got the kid's approval." he said with a smirk

. "One step at a time." you said to him. 

"One step at a time." he said with a soft smile.

 You went to your closet to grab your clothes for the day, "One step at a time." repeating over and over in your head.

#supernatural #supernatural au #supernatural fic #supernatural reader insert #supernatural fanfiction #dean x you #dean x reader #dean winchester #reader insert #dean #cop dean #sam winchester

[shhh-no-ones-home]

speechless chris motionless x reader

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wow this is so long, oh well, lol

hes mad cute

song: addicted to love by robert palmer, covered by Florence and the machine

tag list: @thisplace-ishaunted @ryansitkowskiswifey @alilpunkrock @theoneandonlykymberlee

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i watched chris nervously step closer to where ryan and i were standing. he had been acting a little weird lately and i couldnt quite figure out why. the last couple times we had talked he was fidgety and tripped over his words, which was weird for him. normally he was very intelligently spoken and moved with such swagger around people. almost like he was trying his hardest to impress everyone.

"hey ryan."

he said quickly. i frowned.

"im here too ya know."

he looked down at me and let out a nervous laugh, one that came out a little too loud.

"right, hi y/n."

i huffed out.

"hi chris. hows it going?"

"uhh..."

i raised a brow.

"ya know what, ive gotta go."

ryan and i exchanged glances as he quickly walked away from us, avoiding everyone's gaze and staring intently at the ground as he moved. i turned back to ryan.

"what the heck was that?"

he just shrugged at me and took another sip of his beer.

"beats me, ive never seen him like this before, even around like girls he likes. surely it couldnt be something like that."

i kicked the rocks under me haphazardly.

"what do you mean?"

he set his empty bottle on the ground.

"well normally when he likes a girl hes all like suave and shit, making jokes, getting her to laugh, small touches, flirty and shit. like theyve been best friends forever."

i raised a brow.

"but hes never acted like this. its almost like hes super nervous about something."

i crossed my arms over my chest and looked in the direction he had walked off in.

"hmm, maybe we'll just have to get to the bottom of this one then."

he laughed at me and nudged my arm.

"yeah, you have fun with that, i dont wanna be lumped into this one. i learned my lesson last time you tried to drag me into one of your crazy ideas."

i looked at him and frowned.

"it was not a crazy idea."

he sent me a look.

"yes it was, we were locked in the dressing room for almost an hour. no one could get us out and we were almost late to our own show."

i let out a nervous laugh.

"okay, youve got me there, i forgot about that one."

he patted my back lightly.

"yeah, ill see you later. try not to get yourself in too much trouble."

i watched as he started walking away from me towards the venue.

"ill try my hardest."

now i needed to come up with a plan. try and figure out why chris was acting all weird and shit. and i needed to do it fast, like before dinner. i walked quickly to the bus and went straight to my bunk. i scrolled through my phone for ideas, trying to brainstorm how to get him to talk to me. hell i was even looking at those stupid snap chat stories about how to tell if someone has a crush on you. nothing was helping though. then ricky walked to the back of the bus.

"rick!"

he jumped and clutched his chest.

"jesus christ y/n cant you give a dude a break every once in a while?"

i laughed a little and jumped down from my bunk.

"absolutely not, but i have a question."

he looked at me annoyed.

"what?"

"do you think chris has been acting weird?"

he raised a brow.

"not around me he hasnt. why did you say something to him?"

"well, no, thats why i was asking. everytime hes been near me for the last like week and a half hes been super nervous and cant talk right. its super weird for him to say the least."

he shrugged.

"i dont know, i havent noticed anything like that, you could go talk to him about it if you really wanna know whats up though."

i stroked my chin and thought.

"i guess youre right, given hell actually talk to me."

i looked up at him.

"thanks rick, ill see you at dinner."

i grabbed my jacket and made my way to the front of the bus and as soon as i was reaching for the door handle to leave it swung open and there was chris.

"oh, sorry y/n."

he stepped back to let me out, i reached for his hand before he could walk onto the bus after me though.

"hey, can i talk to you for a second?"

he looked worried.

"uh, what about?"

i sent him a look.

"just come here."

he hesitated.

"please?"

he sighed.

"okay."

i pulled him to follow me around the other side of the bus.

"chris is something wrong?"

he raised a brow.

"no?"

i crossed my arms over my chest.

"are you sure? cause youve been acting really weird lately."

he let out a nervous laugh.

"so you did notice."

"yes?"

i said hesitantly, dropping my arms.

"look, its nothing, just dont think about it."

i reached for his hand but he tried to pull away. i grabbed it anyways and sent him a look.

"dude, why are you so sweaty?"

he pulled his hand out of mine and shoved it in his pocket.

"look, just leave me alone, its nothing."

he pushed past me.

"chris you can talk to me!"

i called after him but he just kept walking. i stood their defeated for a second before something clicked. if he wasnt gonna talk to me then i was gonna get him to talk to someone else.

---

"dude are you alright?"

i heard aj say from the other side of the cracked door. chris just groaned.

"why does everyone think im not okay?"

"i dont know man, maybe cause youve been acting weird."

"i have not."

i pressed my back firmly against the wall and whispered "yes you have." to myself.

"come on man, somethings gotta be bothering you. is it y/n?"

"why the hell would it be y/n?"

he said defensively. so it was.

"so it is y/n."

aj said mater-of-factly. chris just sighed.

"can you keep a secret?"

i raised a brow, assuming aj just agreed with him but didnt say anything.

"she just does something to me. i didnt think about it before but she did, this thing, like two weeks ago and i cant stop thinking about it. and not to mention the endless flirting. its getting to me. bad. i think im in love."

my eyes went wide. i wish i knew what it was i did that drove him so mad.

"dude she flirts with every one, thats just how she is."

"i know aj but it was different. i see how she flirts with everyone else and it wasnt like that. it was nice, and genuine."

his voice dropped in volume. he seemed smitten.

"she makes me weak man, my hands get all sweaty and i cant think straight when shes around. i dont know what to do about it."

i breathed deeply and put my head in my hands. if only he would just ask me out.

"and what about the thing that she did? that started all of this?"

my head snapped up. god bless you aj for asking the important questions.

"yeah, i dont even really know what it was. it was just her, like actually her. her personality and the way she just moves. it was unlike anything ive ever seen before, like a curtain had just dropped."

fuck. i knew exactly what he was talking about. i had a tendency to make personalities for different people, act how they wanted me to act and cater to their personal needs. but when i was around him it felt like i didnt have to do that anymore. he dropped his facade for me and i kinda did the same back, we had gotten so much closer up until that point and he saw me for who i really was for the first time ever and that was rare.

"maybe you just like talk to her or something."

i laughed a little to myself that you could barely hear.

"how the hell am i gonna do that? i cant even get words out when shes in the same room as me."

i pushed off the wall and started pacing around the hallway.

"well come on then."

i froze and turned around, walking quickly to the door again. i watched it swing open and aj pulled chris out into the hall, the two of us running into each other.

"shit!"

i said as i fell into him and he tried to steady me.

"are you okay?"

aj laughed.

"look, its perfect timing."

i looked up at him as he winked at me and walked back into the room. chris let out a nervous laugh and scratched the back of his neck.

"sorry about that. uh can i talk to you y/n?"

i looked up at him and nodded.

"yeah, sure, whats up?"

he took my hand in his and walked a little further down the hall so we werent near the door anymore.

"you asked me earlier what was wrong and i told you nothing but i lied."

i inhaled deeply.

"okay?"

he held both my hands loosely.

"ive been acting weird because i dont know what to do with myself around you. you drive me crazy in such a good way and i cant think straight. my knees get weak, my hands get clamy, i cant eat, i cant breathe."

i pulled one hand out of his and put my finger to his lips to shush him.

"chris you dont have to do that."

he took my hand away from his face.

"but i do. i love you y/n and its killing me."

i bit my lip and just stared up at him. he squeezed my hands.

"please say something. reject me, gratify me, tell me im not crazy, just say something."

i reached up and grabbed his face, pulling him down to me and kissing him deeply. then i heard cheering from behind me and let him go to see who it was. it was aj. i turned back to chris and we both just laughed.

"that enough words for you?"

i asked as i felt a blush creeping its way up my face. he nodded.

"yes. god yes."

he pulled me closer to him and kissed me again. when we pulled away we just smiled at each other like idiots.

"y/n will you be my girlfriend?"

i smiled at him and nodded.

"id love to."

#wattpad #x reader #chris motionless #miw #unedited #one shots #imagines #166

[alilpunkrock]

Secrets Out (part 2)

A/N: thank you so much for the love on the first part! It really means a lot to me! 🖤 I decided to make the reader about 22/23 in this fic, I kinda liked the age difference between Ryan and her. As always, feedback is appreciated and requests are open for more imagines and head cannons! Enjoy!! PS: comment if you’d like to be added to the tag list for this fic comment! (Part 1)

“Yeah, I know.” I said, giving into the look Ryan was giving me.

“Why didn’t you tell us, me, before? I thought we didn’t have any secrets.” He asked. He didn’t sound mad just, hurt.

“I didn’t want you to look at me any different. I had him when I was 17. I’m used to people judging and jumping to conclusions that I was some slut who slept around in high school. I was afraid that you were going to feel the same way.” I said honestly.

Ryan looked confused and didn’t say anything.

Oh god.

My biggest fear was coming true.

He hated me.

I lowered my eyes to the ground, kicking a piece of carpet that was loose. I felt the tears weld up in my eyes and the burning in my throat from holding back the tears. To my surprise I felt Ryan’s arms wrap around me. I uncrossed mine and wrapped them around his middle, letting my head rest against his chest.

“Hey, just because you’re a mom doesn’t change the way I feel about you. I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with all those assholes in your life. I promise, I’ll always be here for you; and him.” Ryan ended with a kiss to the top of my head. My tears fell freely now. “I’m so in love with you, Y/N.” He whispered.

I lifted my head to look at him and couldn’t help the smile that over powered the tears.

“I’m in love with you too, Ryan.”

Just as we both leaned in to kiss, the door to the bus opened. Our attention was turned to the rest of the guys joining us in the lounge. Ryan reluctantly let go of me when he saw Ricky eyeing us.

As much as Ricky loves Ryan and I, he’s so protective and has chased away almost every guy I’ve ever dated. I rolled my eyes and grabbed Ryan’s hand.

“I’m going to head to bed.” I said. Ryan nodded with a smile. I let go of his hand and said goodnight to the rest of the guys, hugging Ricky last.

“Relax, please. I really like him.” I heard him sigh and nod as I pulled away.

“Goodnight!” I said one more time.

~~~~~~~~~~

There seems to be a theme of me waking up to yelling on this bus. But to be fair, I do sleep the latest of everyone. I rolled over to my right and reached for Gunner, feeling nothing. I sat up so fast I almost hit my head on the top of the bunk. I went out to the living to see the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. While the guys were relaxing on their phones and laptops, Ryan had Gunner on his hip making breakfast. I stopped in my tracks.

“Morning mom!” Ryan said, making Gunner and the other guys look at me.

“Mommy! Toast!” Gunner held out the quarter of bread he had in his hand.

“Good morning, that looks yummy!” I said walking over and kissing his cheek. I looked up at Ryan and stood on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek. Grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, I went and sat down in the open seat next to Vinny.

“So Y/N, where’s Gunner going to be during the show tonight? Are you two going to stay on the bus?” Justin asked me. I shook my head.

“No, I bought Gunner headphones and he’ll be on the side of the stage with me since I’m not working the merch table for the next couple weeks.” The guys nodded their head and returned back to their phones.

The normal antics took place on the bus as they usually do on the way to a venue, except now the guys had a little guy to entertain. I told the guys I was going to shower and left Gunner in their care, I knew Ricky wasn’t going to let them corrupt him too much. I returned to the front lounge drying my wet hair with a towel and saw gunner on Vinny’s lap.

“And then you put your hands like this, and blow.” He said demonstrating how to make a fart noise. Gunner just laughed and laughed, so Vinny kept doing it.

“Vinny!” I said trying not to laugh myself.

“What! He’s going to learn it from somewhere!” He defended.

“At least you’re not teaching him how to cuss.” I rolled my eyes, defeated.

I stood next to where Ryan sat on the couch. He reached for my hand and pulled me into his lap. I felt his lips against my cheek and he whispered in my ear, “you look beautiful.” I blushed, looking down at my outfit. I had on a pair of leggings and an oversized MIW tshirt. All black, as usual.

“Thank you.” I said only loud enough for him to hear.

“So are you two together now?” Ryan and I’s heads looked up at Ricky.

“Uh, I don’t know..” I started, looking down at Ryan. He just smiled.

“I would like to be, would you like to be my girlfriend?” Ryan asked. I couldn’t help the smile.

“I would love too.” I said.

“Yeah man, we’re together.” Ryan said casually to Ricky. He rolled his eyes and chuckled.

“Okay but if you hurt her, I won’t hesitate to kill you and find another guitarist.” Ricky warned.

“Noted.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Once we made it to the venue, everyone was in work mode, running around getting everything set up. I helped as much as I could with the merch booth and keeping Gunner where I could see him. He was getting tired and hungry.

“Hey guys I gotta go feed Gunner are you good here?” I asked the crew I was helping.

“Yeah you’re good Y/N, go ahead.” One of them said. I smiled and walked off.

“Okay Gun, let’s get your belly full and have a nap before the show.” I said once we made it to the empty dressing room.

I pulled out the sandwich I made for him earlier and set up his iPad to watch his show. That’ll keep him content until he’s finished. I sat back on my phone and waited until he was done. It wasn’t long before he finished eating and was napping peacefully on my lap. The door to the dressing room opened and I saw Ricky walk in, not expecting to see me.

“Oh hey, I didn’t know you were in here.” He said whispering once he saw the sleeping toddler next to me.

“He needed to eat and to nap.” I explained. Ricky nodded and sat on the couch next to me.

“So, you have to tell me how you and Ryan happened. Like I know you two flirted, but I thought it was just a joke.” He said. I chuckled.

“Me too, honestly. But I realized one night during a show that I had actual feelings for him, and I got scared because i felt like it was too soon after what happened with Gunner’s dad. I really do like him, Ricky. More than I have anyone in a long time.”

He nodded, understanding where I was coming from. Then there was a knock on the door,

“Hey Rick, they’re wanting us to sound check real quick.” Ryan said opening the door.

I smiled as I saw him in the doorway and he smiled back.

“I’ll be out in like half an hour.” I told the guys as they stood at the door.

“Okay, see you out there.” Ricky said, Ryan waved goodbye.

“C’mon, Gun. We’re going to see uncle Ricky preform.” The little boy rubbed his tired eyes and yawned, holding my hand as we walked down the hallway to the stage. I put his headphones on as we stood with the rest of the crew on the side.

“Hey kiddo!” AJ said. “Wanna get a good view?” Gunner nodded his head enthusiastically. AJ picked him up and put him on his shoulders.

The show was amazing as always, and Ryan looked so good. As always. Gunner and AJ gave each of the guys high fives as the walked by back to he dressing room. Gunner ran back over to me and grabbed my hand.

“That was awesome mommy!” He was so excited.

He was such a happy boy. I wouldn’t change him for anything.

“I know, babe! Cmon let’s go see the guys now!” I said leading him back to the dressing room.

As soon as we walked in Gunner ran to Ryan and jumped up and down. Chanting about how cool the show was.

“I want to do what you and Ricky do!” Gunner said as clear as he could. Ryan picked him up and kissed his head.

“Yeah? We should teach you to play some time!” Ryan said.

Heart. Melted.

I smiled and walked over to them.

“You guys where awesome tonight.” I said. He hummed.

“Thank you.” He leaned down and kissed my lips. Not the first time he’s done this but the first time in front of everyone. Including Gunner. All eyes on us, the guys started wolf whistling and shouting. I rolled my eyes and blushed. He laughed and handed me Gunner.

“I gotta clean up.” Ryan said kissing the top of my head and heading to the bathroom.

“Mommy why’d Ryan kiss you?” Gunner asked. I stood there, not knowing what to say.

“I’ll explain when you’re older kid.” Justin said ruffling his hair.

Oh jeez, how am I going to explain this to him?

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[daleisgreat]

WrestleMania 35

As of this writing, WrestleMania 36 is set to air in two days, and due to the fallout from the ongoing global COVID-19 pandemic, will be airing taped from an empty arena a couple weeks prior, and over two nights. I have been advocating for two night ‘Manias since the WWE Network era of PPVs have caused WrestleManias having bloated cards and lasting nearly SEVEN hours when factoring in the pre-show matches. Since it is WrestleMania week, I am here to continue my annual tradition of watching the previous year’s installment on BluRay and break it all down here. I broke up watching the nine-ish hours of BluRay content over a few days, which lead for a more non-overkill experience, and I ended up enjoying the overall show exponentially more this way as you will soon read on. Now even though the BluRay has around nine hours of content on the disc, the cumulative total of content the BluRay unlocked for me was about 12 hours by including a digital copy of not only the PPV, but also a digital only copy of the Hall of Fame ceremony that preceded WrestleMania a couple days prior. For the second straight WrestleMania BluRay, the Hall of Fame is not included on the disc, and is instead replaced with the following night’s RAW in its entirety, which here is just over two hours when taking out all the ad breaks.

The Hall of Fame ceremony this year saw Jerry Lawler replaced as the host with Corey Graves & Renee Young, complete with grimace-caliber jokes of the stereotypical award show variety. The 2019 ceremony also saw a different setup with a ring in the center of the arena where all the speeches were delivered, and while it provided a nice visual, it also made it easier for an overzealous fan to run in and attack cancer and stroke survivor, Bret Hart during his speech. I recall getting the faintest look at the guy before cameras cut away and at first thinking because of the goofy hair that it was Enzo again up to shenanigans a few months after dancing in the front rows of the crowd at Survivor Series, but was then further perplexed to find out minutes later that Enzo and Cass did a worked shoot run-in at the G1 Supercard concurrently taking place. It turned out it was a fan with mental health issues, and obviously WWE cut out the run-in on the final Hall of Fame video cut, and the only thing apparent of something happening is that after a cut to the crowd, Bret Hart’s hair is suddenly tangled up. If you have not witnessed that brazen fan run-in, click or press here for fan-phone footage of proceeding to get pounced by countless wrestlers almost instantly. Bizarre fan attack aside, it was a much brisker ceremony (only three and a half hours!) thanks in part to no Hillbilly Jim speech this year (which was deservingly poked at this year), and a couple inductees not having inductions either, and the ones that did must have had strict time limits because I do not recall an inductor going longer than five minutes. Honkey Tonk Man set the stage with the fun-gimmick from the Rock ‘n Wrestling years, with a groovy entrance and exit, complete by singing his song on the way out and doing a noticeably better performance than Double J the year prior. Torrie Wilson’s speech felt more of a Ted Talk, but still heartwarming and inspirational and I will give her all the benefit of the doubt considering her father and former on-screen talent and Dawn Marie love interest, Al Wilson passed away two days prior. Also pleasant was seeing Stacy Kiebler break her 13-year WWE absence by inducting her.

The legacy class of 2019 had another ten inductees with brief 20-30 second video pieces on each. Most of them are more classic pre-cable TV era wrestlers, but some are more recently noteworthy and remembered like SD Jones, Bruiser Brody and Luna Vachon and in my opinion more deserving of traditional inductions. I hope if WWE keeps this up they will at least have a family member do a separate video induction and include it on their website for a more proper way to remember these legacy stars. The Hart Foundation was the next inductee, with Natalya accepting for her father, The Anvil. Bret and Naddie gave the successful Rock ‘n Wrestling era tag team a fitting induction, filled with classic stories from their days in one of the most successful periods of tag teams in WWE history. Brutus Beefcake gave a surprisingly good speech for his induction, as did the Hulkster for inducting him as he laid out how he broke Brutus into the business. Kind of surprising it happened considering the recent disparaging comments between the two with Brutus’s tell-all biography from a couple years earlier, but maybe it ‘was all a work brother!’ Props to Brutus for giving the Doctors who saved him from his terrible parasailing accident their kudos, and for calling out Shawn Michaels for still owing him for his barbershop window! The Warrior Award went to Sue Ajtheson, a backstage WWE official who is largely responsible for their Make-a-Wish efforts. Dana Warrior and John Cena gave heartfelt, genuine inductions for her, and Sue was a gem enlightening us about her philanthropic accomplishments.

Harlem Heat got inducted next, and after Booker T gave his brother Stevie Ray an outstanding tribute, it was then time for Stevie Ray sharing several stories of the trials of Harlem Heat breaking in before they finally found success in WCW. D-Generation X headlined the Hall of Fame, and as expected it was lengthy with X-Pac, Road Dogg, Billy Gunn, Shawn Michaels and Triple H all giving speeches. They unleashed some vintage DX humor to start off with. Other highlights include giving Chyna her proper acknowledgement, Billy Gunn getting razzed for being with the new competition in AEW, X-Pac getting super jittery in his sea of notes and all of them busting out Super Soakers and dousing their colleagues in the crowd, especially Baron Corbin. Now onto the 16 match WrestleMania 35 card (guys….I am sorry, thank you so much for sticking with me!). If you have yet to watch WrestleMania 35 then before reading this recap, I recommend breaking it up into a two part watch, and give this strong recommendation of preferred matches for each night to make for a better experience that I guarantee you will not struggle to stay awake through: WrestleMania 35 – Day 1 Watch Order: Tony Nese vs Buddy Murphy, WrestleMania Women’s Battle Royal, Seth Rollins vs. Brock Lesnar, SmackDown Tag Titles Fatal Four Way, Miz vs. Shane McMahon, Triple H vs. Batista, Elias/John Cena ‘Concert’, Finn Balor vs. Bobby Lashley, Kofi Kingston vs. Daniel Bryan WrestleMania 35 – Day 2 Watch Order: Zack Ryder & Curt Hawkins vs. Revival, Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royal, AJ Styles vs. Randy Orton, Women’s Tag Titles Fatal Four Way, Roman Reigns vs. Drew McIntyre, Samoa Joe vs. Rey Mysterio, Kurt Angle vs. Baron Corbin, Ronda Rousey vs. Charlotte Flair vs. Becky Lynch Four of those matches were on the pre-show and are included on the BluRay as extras. In a rare move, WWE had the local have a feel good moment with Tony Nese winning the Cruiserweight Title from Buddy Murphy in a nice hybrid of strong style and high-flying that got the crowd hot by the end. In the WrestleMania Women’s Battle Royal, Carmella played the surprise last second sneak-in card to eliminate Sarah Logan and win the ‘prestigious’ hip/leg trophy. In a surprising second feel good hometown hero story, Curt Hawkins snapped his 269 match losing streak when him and his fellow bro-ski, Zack Ryder won the RAW tag titles from The Revival when Hawkins got the surprise inside cradle for the electric pop! In the final pre-show match, Braun Strowman won the Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royal by eliminating celebrity entrants, SNL’s Colin Jost & Michael Che. A lot of hype on RAW built up the SNL stars, but the two hid under the ring until the end of the match in their failed efforts to surprise eliminate Braun.

In the official WrestleMania opener, Seth Rollins won the Universal Title from Brock Lesnar. Their follow-up match at SummerSlam is leagues better, because all there is to this is Brock getting an early attack on Seth and brutalizing him outside the ring for a few minutes, and then only a couple minutes into the actual match Seth low blows Brock and hits a few stomps for the victory. Last few years something about Randy Orton has made his stock rise higher for me. I appreciate his ring IQ and psychology that allows matches to breathe, and Orton’s skills blended perfectly with AJ Styles with some convincing sequences before Styles hit a Phenomenal Forearm for the win. The first of two four way tag title matches occurred next with the Usos, The Bar, Rusev & Shinske Nakamura and Aleistar Black & Ricochet vying for the SmackDown straps. All four teams brought it, and did not appear they were there for an easy payday with the creative spots they unleashed with an innovative tower of doom spot and Cesaro’s countless swings to the crowd’s approval until the Usos hit their double top turnbuckle splash on Sheamus for the W. I loved the buildup for The Miz and Shane McMahon’s Falls Count Anywhere match. Miz gradually won over Shane’s trust all in the name to win his dad’s precious approval, only to then see Shane turn on Miz and attack Miz’s dad! I was not disappointed with how they got Miz’s dad involved in the match with Shane shaming Miz’s dad’s ability to fight. The two had a pretty solid brawl all over the arena that ultimately saw Miz deliver a suplex from the tech area scaffolding onto a crash pad, but saw Shane conveniently laid out barely over Miz to nudge out a three count for the fluke upset. The newly established Women’s tag titles were on the line with Sasha Banks & Bayley defending against the Iconics, Nia Jax & Tamina and Natalya & Beth Phoenix. A lot of controversy was reported on the champs throwing a tantrum backstage hearing they were losing the titles, which happened when Billie Kay stole a pin with a blind tag on Beth Phoenix after she hit a top rope Glam Slam. Minus a handful of moments, Sasha and Bayley’s main roster runs have been beyond disastrous compared to their rise up the ranks in NXT.

‘KofiMania’ emerged when Kofi Kingston vanquished that vile do-gooder, Daniel Bryan to become the first full blooded African American to win the WWE title in its near 60 year history. There were a couple of extended hold sequences in the front half that overstayed their welcome, but the back half amped up big time with some creative reversals, near-falls and clever use of the New Day and Erik Rowan on the outside. I was just as happy as the WWE locker room shown celebrating for Kofi after he hit the Trouble in Paradise to win the championship. He had a killer half year run as champ….until Brock Lesnar waffled him in seven seconds for the gold and Kofi immediately went right back to the midcard in his happy-go-lucky pancake thrower days of yore and acted like his championship run never happened. Samoa Joe finally got his overdue WrestleMania debut match against a recently returned Rey Mysterio. I presumed the two had an epic match lined up, but Rey got hurt the RAW before and was only capable of performing for about a minute before Joe locked in his trademark Kokina Clutch for the submission victory. Roman Reigns was up next in his first singles match coming back after overcoming a second bout of Leukemia for the heartwarming win against Drew McIntyre. I recall dreading the buildup for this because Drew had a variety of ‘you may have conquered cancer…’ type promos and hyped himself up as deadlier than cancer, when naturally everyone knew Roman was going to win, and that is exactly what we got in a formula Roman match. The read in the ardent fan crowd throughout the match was readily apparent, they were no longer booing Roman out of the building like they normally would, because what kind of person can boo a cancer survivor (please do not answer that)? However, there was no overwhelming crowd going wild reaction either, but more of a tempered, altruistic applause instead. That has primarily been Roman’s reception for coming back since, and that is kind of how I feel too.

Elias performed a one man ‘concert’ next complete with other hologram Elias projections playing in conjunction with him until John Cena interrupted. John came out in throwback Dr. Thugganomics form and laid down some rhymes before hitting a F-U to the crowd’s approval. The presumption going in by most was that Undertaker would make his requisite WrestleMania appearance here, but 2019 marked the first time since 2000 that Undertaker did not appear or wrestle in any form on a WrestleMania. Strangely enough, Undertaker did interrupt another Elias performance the next day on RAW. Triple H and Batista squared off in a No Holds Barred brawl next, and I recall being burnt out by this point in the card and nodding off throughout it. Match held up incredibly better on second viewing with the two busting out a wide variety of weaponry in too many gruesome spots to dissect, other than that grotesque nose ring spot that reverberated throughout everyone in the crowd. The finish saw Triple H hitting probably the slickest looking sledgehammer shot ever with some added trajectory by leaping off the stairs, and following it up with the Pedigree for the pin. Kurt Angle hit the end of the line in a few months of ‘farewell tour’ matches against Baron Corbin here. I was worried for Angle as his previous few matches saw him struggling to go through the motions, but a few weeks of added rest benefitted him here with him looking remarkably better and capable of several of his vintage suplexes and throws, and even busting out an impressive moonsault….that missed and lead him walking into an End of Days that netted Corbin the pinfall. Finn Balor faced Bobby Lashley in the penultimate match of the night, and the two delivered a short, but high energy match to help inject some energy into the understandably deflated crown by this point. Balor hit his Coup de Gras for the pin.

The 16th and final match of the night saw the women headline WrestleMania for the first time ever with the Women’s titles for both RAW and SmackDown on the line in a triple threat between Ronda Rousey, Charlotte Flair and Becky Lynch. All three laid it in strong style in easily one of the hardest hitting women matches I have ever seen. All three were decorated with battle scars, especially Ronda’s leg! However, one significant botch tarnished the match, and unfortunately it happened right at the finish when Lynch countered Rousey’s Piper’s Pit slam with a crucifix for the pin. Rousey inadvertently popped her shoulder up during the pin, and the ref did not restart his count and continued with the controversial three count. Even the announcers did not turn a blind eye to it and questioned the ref’s call, and it turned out the ref was later fined for blowing the call. I am not going to recap the following night’s RAW, but I did watch it and will give a couple key takeaways since the RAW after WrestleManias are notorious for returns, and unpredictable fan reactions suffering from wrestling burnout. Rollins and Kofi teased a winner takes all title match, but it quickly morphed into a tag match after The Bar interfered to the crowd’s rightful disgust! The controversial Lars Sullivan debuted on the main roster, Sami Zayn returned and turned heel after nearly a year away from double rotator cuff surgery. Dana Brooke and Mojo Rawley both deliver bizarre backstage promos. There was the aforementioned Undertaker attack on Elias and finally Dean Ambrose’s final televised WWE match that did not officially get started because he brawled outside the ring with Bobby Lashley before getting sent through a table. There is one last BluRay bonus that has footage from after RAW went off the air, where Rollins called out Roman and Dean and brought them to the ring for one last curtain call from The Shield.

That puts a wrap on the yearly monstrous WrestleMania recap. Once again I give my heartfelt gratitude for sticking with me the whole way through this. It was a chore to get through the whole show live in one shot, but it definitely helped spacing it over a few days this second time around. Again, if there is any upside with WWE having to switch up their WrestleMania plans with the global pandemic currently happening, it is that them having WrestleMania transpire over two days will make it vastly more watchable, and decrease the burnout of trying to watch wrestling for seven hours straight. Throw in the wild cards of the empty arena and undisclosed filming locations for the gimmick matches, and well….check back with me here next year to see how it all played out.

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[the-walking-memelords]

Freezing in the Fire

Rated: T

Word Count: 2400

It's been over a year since the defeat of the Delta.

The kids huddle together in the music room during a terrible blizzard and Louis tries his best to keep spirits high with what little he has to work with. But how can he help the others find their cheer while the cold threatens to extinguish his own fire?

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Ericson's Academy for Troubled Youth hadn't seen a blizzard like this in years. The first fluffy flakes swirling through the sky a few days earlier were a warning they had underestimated. Freezing temperatures locked the kids within the reach of the Admin Building's few fireplaces, confining themselves to the music room mostly. Sleeping in close quarters to conserve heat within the pile of pillows and blankets splayed across the dusty floor, extra blankets nailed over the windows as they fought against Mother Nature herself in order to survive. The older kids kept a sharp eye on the more vulnerable members of their group.

Clementine rarely let AJ out of her sights for more than a few minutes, always keeping the boy held close against the cold and snuggled in a blanket. Louis had tried to offer her his jacket many times, but she always insisted he needed it more no matter how hard she shivered.

Moral hadn't this low since the year before when the Delta came knocking on their doors. Louis tried is best to bring them cheer as his personal role had been, but without the ability to speak, joking about became limited.

Louis opted to use music to raise spirits. Breathing into his cupped hands to thaw his ice-cold fingers. The nearly unbearable cold caused his hands to shake as he struggled to play, throwing off his timing and causing him to press the wrong keys. The broken, disfigured songs came to cruely match how he had felt ever since that day on the boat. When the frustration became too heavy, he had to resist the temptation to just slam his hands against the keys, knowing in the end it would do no good for the piano, his friends, and especially not to himself. Instead, he forced himself to calmly place his hands on his lap and take unsteady steps to where Clementine and AJ sat, wrapping a blanket around them and biting back the urge to cry into her shoulder.

At night when the group began to wind down and bundle up, there was no longer a need to fill the silence. Louis was then left without the one minor purpose he felt he had. Alone in the deafening silence that plagued his life since the savage removal of his tongue.

The sun didn't seem to set so much as the sky seemed to dim. The whiteout conditions reported whenever someone checked for a sign of the storm letting up became replaced with blackness and a more intense cold.

Whispered "Goodnight."'s and "See you in the morning."'s muttered around the room as they wondered if they'd live to see the sun again. Louis stretched his arm out as they laid, caressing Clementine's cheek as she leaned into his touch. They leaned in, lips brushing together for a goodnight kiss, they both hugged the child who laid between them tight, using themselves to make sure he never felt the chill.

Louis shifted his arm, weakly signing ‘I love you.’ to his darling. God how he wished he could really say it to her. Part of him wished he had when he had the chance, even though they were just barely into their relationship. Even back then, it was true for him. No matter how she would have reacted, he didn't care. As long as she heard him say it just once...

"I love you too, Louis." She whispered in return with a smile so warm he swore it could melt every inch of ice outside those walls. The flicker of the fireplace turned her eyes to pools of molten gold, a sight he could admire for the entire night if it hadn't been interrupted by her closing them to sleep.

It was good that she was able to rest. Even missing half of her left leg she was still the hardest worker in the group. Making her way around on a prosthetic leg she no longer needed his assistance with crutches, leaving him to simply stand by her side feeling no purpose. That usually didn't bother him too much. He could be content following her to the ends of the earth for the rest of his days as long as she would allow him.

Hours passed as he watched her eyelashes flutter, emitting a soft snore in sync with the rising and falling of her chest. The skin of her cheeks and nose were pink against the chill of the night air. Louis pulled the blanket closer over her shoulder and up to her chin.

His eyelids were heavy but he refused to sleep. He never wanted to sleep again. Maybe after the storm had released them, he would try it again. When the storm blew in it seemed to blow with it a searing intensity to his night terrors. The fear of his own subconscious began to spark panic in him as he felt himself dozing off against his own will.

Louis tried to concentrate on the sleeping face of the girl he loved. The sound of her voice. The playful roll of her eyes whenever he did something cheesy.

Anything to keep him awake.

He focused on the mild stirring of the boy who slept between them. The way he laughed at all the jokes he used to tell. The drawings he would excitedly show him.

Anything at all.

He focused on the family they had built together. On how he hoped he could be enough for them to make up for his failures before. For the future they'd build together.

Nothing was enough. No matter how he tried to fixate himself, Louis was dragged into the dark abyss that was sleep.

---

Their words consumed him. Words he couldn't convince himself were figments of his mind because he had heard them so many times in the waking world.

"Shut up, dude."

"God, just stop talking!"

"I wish your mouth would cease."

"Just shut the fuck up."

Louis clenched his hands tightly over his ears but the voices never decreased in volume. They echoed inside his skull on repeat. Voices of people he knew. People he called his friends, family even.

An explosive pain erupted from the center of his head as he internally begged for them to stop. He wanted to scream it, but even if he did, the words would only come out as a jangled mess. Attempts at speech resulted in sounds that resembled more like some type of animal than a human.

He wondered if they were happy now.

They had gotten what they wanted.

Louis would never speak again. Never make another annoying joke. Never sing another song.

Never again.

Just as they all demanded for years.

Louis had finally been "Shut up."

And now he felt nothing but silence.

---

Silence as his eyes shot open and he clamped a hand over his mouth to muffle his laboured breathing and choked sobs. Through his teared-blurred vision, he saw that neither of them had moved at all. He felt thankful that the two he cared for most weren't wracked with the same nightly horrors as he. Tears rolled over the bridge of his nose, staining the floor below.

Louis carefully removed himself from the embrace, trying his best not to wake either of them. He stood in the light of the dying fire at what was left of the friends he'd made. Anyone who wasn't present either wandered the woods or was buried in a shallow grave outside.

Louis stepped passed them on light feet, pausing at any creak in the old wood as to not wake anyone. He placed a couple more thin logs along with some paper scraps into the embers, prodding them with a metal poker until the flames came to life once more. The heat from the hearth becoming more intense as it spread to the room.

He made his way back to where he had been sleeping, pausing for a moment, suddenly overcome by the sight. He took a step back, watching the rising and falling of their chests. Louis shrugged his overcoat from his shoulders, gently draping it over them as an extra barrier between them and the cold.

Goosebumps immediately raised on his arms as the air penetrated his thin green shirt. He didn't care though, something about it suddenly felt inviting.

---

The music room door clicked behind him as he made his way into the empty lobby of the admin building. Snow piled near the broken windows, flooding in from between the boards. The old dilapidated building creaked and groaned under the force of the wind.

Louis’ breath formed a white cloud in front of his face and his fingers began to ache as they made contact with the wooden bannister of the grand staircase. His boots echo with every heavy step, nearly catching on a few stairs threatening to send him falling forward as he slowly made his way to the top.

He leaned against the door of the vacant office, allowing himself to slump to the floor. Louis’ head bumped the stylized wood as he leaned back, thinking about the room’s former occupant. The room hardly got any use these days, mostly abandoned since his best friend died. Even with all of the god-awful things Marlon had done, Louis couldn’t help but miss him sometimes.

The best friend who gave up on him, just like all the others.

They all stopped listening eventually, even him.

Louis pulled his knees to his chest, burying his face in them as tears began to fall again. Muffled, broken sobs escaped him as he shivered. Sleep threatened to come for him again, but it became hard for him to care. This would never end, he believed that.

How long would it be until Clementine gave up on him as well? They always did eventually. How long until her love for him turned into pity? Would she even continue to put up with him at that point or would he be resigned to sleeping alone in his old room?

He felt as if a layer of ice had settled on him, freezing him in place right down to his bones. He simply listened to the wind as he waited for sleep to take him, wondering if the cold would claim him for good before we awoke.

A new noise broke through the mundane whistling of the wind, starting off distant before slowing creeping closer with more clarity.

Step, tap. Step, tap. Step, tap. Step, tap.

Over and over, yet still he could not bring himself to lift his head to investigate. That was until he heard her voice.

“Louis?”

Clementine stood before him with his coat draped over her shoulders, pulling it tightly around her. She took one look at his face and rushed forward. The girl fell to her knees, throwing the heavy coat around him.

“God, Louis. You’re freezing.” She cupped his face, the heat of her hands burning against his cold flesh.

“What the hell are you doing out here?”

He tried to sign some kind of excuse, but his numb hands shook far too violently to form anything coherent. Even with this new language, he was still unable to be heard. His teeth chattered as he could only whimper.

Clem took his hands his hers, pressing them to her lips as she rubbed the warmth back into them.

“It’s okay… It’s okay…” She whispered, her breath hot against his frozen hands.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

All he could do was point to himself, jamming his finger to his chest repeatedly as tears continued to drip down his cheeks.

‘Why am I still here?’ He signed through his shivering.

“What do you mean?” Confusion and concern filled her eyes. Those beautiful, golden eyes.

‘Why did I survive, just to come back and be more useless than I was before?’ Louis didn’t wait for her response. He pushed stray curls out of her face as he fell into her arms. He held her tight, face resting in the crook of her neck and gripping the back of her jacket.

Clementine wrapped her arms around his neck, one hand played with his dreadlocks while the other readjusted his coat over him.

“You aren’t a burden, Louis.” Her breath tickled his ear.

“You never were, and you never will be.”

She pulled away, bringing his face to hers and leaning her forehead against his. Her nose gently bumped his as she pressed their lips together. The kiss was fire meeting ice as Louis melted at the touch, sinking into it. The first kiss was followed up by her peppering several shorter ones on his lips before pulling back to look into his eyes.

“I love you, Louis. AJ loves you. We’re a family, nothing could ever change that.” Tears began to slide down her rosy cheeks as well, mingling with his own.

“I’m the person I am right now, because of you. You reminded me how to live when all I could focus on was surviving.”

‘What if someone finds us again like they did before? I couldn’t protect you then, what if I can’t protect you next time?’ He wanted to listen to her, but the voice inside his mind screamed far louder.

‘I couldn’t live with myself if I lost either of you.’

“Enough of that, Lou. We’ll always protect each other, no matter what. Focus on what’s right here, right now. Just like you taught me.” She pulled his hands close to her as she smiled.

“You have me, who loves you with everything I am. You have AJ, asleep downstairs waiting for us to come back to bed. As well as everyone else, they’re our family too.”

“I-I-I ...ove.. yu...” Louis tried to form the words but his empty mouth betrayed him. The broken syllables coming out in a garbled mess.

“Shh…” She tried to calm him.

“It’s okay.”

Clementine stood, never letting go of his hands as she pulled him to his feet. His joints popped as he moved them from their stiffened positions.

“Now let’s go get some sleep, before AJ wonders where we went.”

---

She lead him with fingers intertwined to their spot on the music room floor. Each took their respective sides around the sleeping boy, wrapping an arm around him.

This time Louis held them both a little tighter as he smiled, welcoming a dreamless sleep.

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[ourmanifestoisfun]

4x17 & 4x18 episode thoughts

IT’S OVER YOU GUYS!

That was one hell of a journey, and while I’m sad I won’t be able to write up week after week anymore, that still doesn’t mean there aren’t a lot of things left to say.

Dream ghosting! I was kind of hoping she went to the real Dr Akopian, but honestly dream ghosting works equally well for me. But falling asleep on the toilet, Rebecca? Really?

I love the red dress Rebecca wears, because that is the color associated with love and of course she will wear it on this important night.

Tim...spend Valentine’s Day with your wife. You learned about her clitoris, now learn to handle your 11-12-year relationship. Seriously.

Maya looks cute though. Love her Reveal

All of Paula’s heart decorations are marvelous. Especially digging the earrings.

The time fakeout was nicely played. I got spoiled for that going in, but I appreciated how they clarified when “earlier” actually was.

Josh’s panic about Rebecca’s decision made it sound like it was...not entirely about her, more that he had finally reached a new stage in his life and was ready to share it with someone compatible. I wish they had delved into that more.

George’s “Raven’s Nest” is terrifying

Yay for Darryl and his blended family with April. Also holy hell that is going to be a crowded household.

All of Rebecca’s flashforwards were very short, but I liked those different glimpses into different lives and how frustrated she was that the Rebeccas in them were not happy.

So much cuteness: Rebecca + Greg’s wedding dance, pregnant!Rebecca presenting a baby Ruth Gator Ginsburg to Nathaniel, and her+Josh’s family breakfast with their adorable kids

Having the episode be a little more stripped down and center on Rebecca and Paula felt very natural, because that is how the show started and it would be the way to make it come full circle. While their relationship is no longer nearly as codependent and have other aspects of their lives as priority, it is good to see them still come together and rely on each other for pivotal moments.

ESPECIALLY having Rebecca bring Paula into “that weird thing [she] does”. Seeing her run around and peer excitedly at the costumes, and being so excited about this rich imagination of her best friend is just so heartwarming.

What she needs “just happens to be here” and the handholding moments GAHHHHHH

Also ‘11 o’clock’ was PERFECT. Love how they took all of these seminal songs and brought them together with the mannequins and the outfits and everything gahhhhhhh

I’m so proud of Paula for sticking to her guns about the pro bono arm of the firm and being prepared to walk away in order to continue doing something that she felt was right. Paula now knows her worth as a lawyer - now she can figure out how to use her worth and apply it to her drive. And Julia was willing to listen, so it paid off!

Watching Josh get his heart broken was hard, because the poor boy did not see it coming.

It makes sense for him to move out, but I wish we knew what he was doing for a living now.

I like the tidbit that him and George hang out now.

Josh’s new magic club girlfriend looks super nice and cute. But meeting Rebecca must have been so awkward. Especially if she followed the saga in the Daily West Covina.

Also, I wished she had a name. Please, for fan-fictional reasons!

AJ moving in with Rebecca is fun, but also such a bad idea. I am relieved that he will never tell her whether he has a vibrator or not.

I love AJ in general. For introducing a new supporting character, they came out very strong with him and I’ve really enjoyed having him around.

I hope she does get him that Harvard t-shirt

Valencia and Beth are engaged! And it was both quiet (in bed) AND a little bit dramatic (the drone). Looking forward to that wedding.

Heather and Hector got a hot tub! 

...maybe Rebecca shouldn’t be using it at the same time as them.

I liked that Nathaniel recognized what was happening with Rebecca very quickly and I kinda hope he was joking about the rock (knowing him though, he wasn’t). Still, the “you only have one life to live and you should live it the way you want” was a sweet sentiment.

Nathaniel walking away from his father’s firm was exactly what I wanted for him. I’m not sure he should stay long term in Guatemala, but a change to reevaluate his life will be good for him.

Also that he did it with the support of two psuedo-father figures and yelled ‘’I love you’ at his dad before hanging up. I am very pleased by that because Sr would HATE it.

I’m glad that Greg made it clear that he wasn’t going to wait for Rebecca

I loved Rebecca’s tribute to him at the open mic night, that he is someone who has always been ahead, and that she wants to have the passion in her life that he has for Serrano’s.

Whijo’s grumping about it was hilarious.

I am sure that Whijo had great things happen in his life too in the past year, but ouch re: the wildfire burning both his apartment and his childhood home.

To the surprise of no one, Rebecca is not in a relationship at the time of the ending. But given how they played her breakups with the boys with gentleness, and the idea that she has a focus of her own now rather than needing to actively “choose herself”, really worked for me, because romance is still important and desirable part of life. It’s just not the only part of it, and when Rebecca says that she feels ready to welcome the other side of love into her life, I believe her.

The panning shot of all of the eligible guys made me laugh way too hard.

I did want to hear her song, but that is an excellent way to close things off.

For the concert special I don’t have this kind of list, but it was fun and sweet and a perfect send-off as well. My favorite gag is either between David Hull dancing in Vella’s song, or Michael MicMillan’s sexy toothbrushes. The Period Sex choreography was GREAT. Especially the incredibly obvious maxipads. They are all stupidly talented.

It’s also really cool that they were able to have so many of the supporting cast come join them for props/backup vocals/gags. That made it feel really warm and complete.

Also loved Vinnie popping out of the bed for the Sex Medley

In many ways, this episode resolution was simple and probably predictable for anyone who has thought about the show as deeply as the people here think about it. There was so much focus on the boys in the last few weeks that it was incredibly obvious that the solution would be that she would choose none of them, because to actually have the conflict for the final episode narrowed down to that choice would go against the very nature of the show. But the way it was handled really worked for me. Rebecca has a life and routine and friends, plus now she has a passion to nurture to its full potential. This first version will be rough, but it will be something.

I do have my criticisms, because while I love this show, there have been quite a few plot points/character beats that I feel were shorted/not touched upon: Josh’s story in particular feels incomplete to me, especially when it comes to having direction in his life. I wanted to see more of Heather+Valencia this season and especially have a stronger focus on Rebecca being a better friend to her gurlgroup, which was often glossed over. I wish things hadn’t gotten so frenetic, or the love quadrangle taken up so much time that could have been spent on moving the characters more gradually in certain directions. In general, I wanted to explore other background character relationship dynamics on a deeper level. There’s also the consistent question of when and how often the writers were knowingly subverting or playing into with tropes, which I suspect also contributed to how the back half of this season was devised.

But this story has always been Rebecca’s story, for better or worse, and that focus is part of what makes this ending feel satisfying, knowing that she is in a centered, happy place, that she is surrounded by people she loves, and the room might include the guy who will be her future mate or not, and she is about to give them words from her heart. This was an apt ending to a phase in her life where she wasn’t sure what she wanted, and I’m happy for her and for everyone, and in the end that is what I wanted from this show.

“I open at the close” - written by JK Rowling, tweeted by Rachel Bloom, and applicable to Rebecca Bunch’s story. She now knows the passion that makes her happy, so we can leave her to a future wide with possibilities.

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