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After declaring war on each other in a Revolution Texas Death Match, Mox approaches Hangman in the locker room and offers an idea: whoever wins gets to pick a tattoo for the other. The problem? The ring isn't where their interest in each other begins or ends.

Title from Can I Have A Kiss? by Kelly Clarkson. This fic came about from a damned text post on Tumblr. And it became this. How did I reach this point in my life where a text post can inspire over 8k worth of wrestling fic?

Mini Playlist: Can I Have a Kiss? - Kelly Clarkson Do Me - Kim Petras Young God - Halsey I Want It - Two Feet

Tagging @adampage as requested :)

“Fuck off.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Mox raises his hands in front of himself. He chances another step into the room, and he doesn’t get punched for it, so he considers it a win.

“I didn’t tell you to shut up,” Hangman corrects, glaring. “I told you to fuck off. Leave.”

“Come on, Cowboy, you can’t be pissed off about the death match. You know you wouldn’t be satisfied without one more try.” Mox tries for a grin, but it feels funny on his lips.

“I am not pissed about the death match,” Adam says, punching his gear to shove it into his bag and then throwing the bag against the locker.

Mox raises an eyebrow. “You sure? Because it looks like –”

“You think I’ll be happy with a tie?!” Hangman kicks at the air in front of him, and it reminds Mox of a kid he knew in kindergarten. Or himself. Whatever. “You think being 2-2 is enough for me?” He looks up at Mox with more than just rage in his eyes, something that Mox is…more interested in than he probably should be.

“It would put us even.”

Hangman scoffs at that, yanking his shirt off over his head. Mox gets it. Sometimes shirts are too much. But that doesn’t mean he can keep himself from looking. “Fuck, okay? I don’t want to be even.” He strides up to Mox, forehead to forehead, and it strikes Mox that, maybe, this is how the two of them are supposed to meet, in every universe. “I want to win.”

Mox doesn’t know why he says it. “Let’s add a stipulation, then.”

Hangman pulls back, stares at Mox like he’s trying to read whatever’s on his face. “What, more than Texas Death Match?”

Mox shrugs, and he can’t fight the grin on his lips. “Tattoo.”

“Come again?”

Always so goddamn polite. “A tattoo stipulation,” Mox clarifies. “Just between the two of us. Whoever wins the Texas Death Match gets to choose a tattoo that the other one will get.”

Hangman stares at him, studies him, in a way that makes him feel a little too seen. “I don’t have any tattoos,” he says slowly.

“I know,” Mox says, and he risks a grin. “I figure it would give you more motivation to win. Since, uh,” he steps a little bit closer, “since you’re gonna be in my territory, and all.”

Hangman pauses halfway through putting on his shirt again, eyes the only thing really visible on his face. He shakes his head a little, then pulls the shirt all the way on. Mox considers it a bit of a pity. “In your territory.”

Mox nods. “Yeah, king of the death match or whatever. Figured you’d do best if you had a little extra motivation.”

“I don’t need,” Hangman’s lips curl around the last words, “extra motivation.”

“Well, you haven’t been –” Mox can’t finish his sentence, because Adam’s grabbed a handful of his shirt and thrown him into the wall. Mox’s head cracks, a little harder than he wants it to, and he sees stars.

“You think beating your ass into the ground with a chair isn’t motivation enough?” Hangman growls. He’s got his forehead up against Mox’s again. “You think its not enough for me to be desperate for a win?” He steps back and shoves Mox, once more, into the wall. “Don’t underestimate me, Moxley. It’ll be your worst mistake.” He stares at Mox for a minute, studying, planning. “But, yeah, sure. I’ll give you another tattoo. You’re on.”

Mox watches him leave, and has to roll his shoulders a dozen time to calm himself down. Part of him wonders if this is a way for him to mark Hangman, if this dumb idea has a little more behind it.

He shakes his head once more, trying to get the distraction out from behind his eyes, and wonders if he has made an extremely stupid idea.

The Death Match goes as expected. Well, as expected as a Texas goddamned Death Match can go.

Up until the end, that is.

Up until Hangman manages to beat him, he’s lying on the floor listening to Bryce yell, “Ten!”, and he still hasn’t stood up.

The bell rings, and Hangman’s music hits, and Mox is still on the floor.

He blinks, the world a little sticky through the blood all over his face, to see Hangman reaching a hand down to him. He stares at it, for just a moment.

“Take my hand, you stubborn prick,” Hangman says, but there’s the tiniest bit of a laugh behind it.

Mox wants to hesitate, wants to slap it away, but the unsteadiness pooling in his legs is making him unsure he could stand without help. He takes Hangman’s hand, and finally stands.

They’re holding hands now. Just standing there, hand in unlovable hand or however that song Bryan likes goes. Mox’ll be damned if he lets go first.

Like he expected, Hangman folds first, giving him a little shake before letting go. Mox watches the way his fingers flex, wonders if Hangman’s feeling the same sort of question crawl up his spine begging to be answered. It settles along Mox’s shoulders, weighs itself there.

“Gimme a mic,” Hangman says. Bryce, confused, relents, grabbing the mic from the ring crew, and hands it to Hangman.

This wasn’t planned. They weren’t supposed to do a promo. Were they? Fuck.

“I just gotta say,” Hangman says, a little smile playing at the edges of his lips, “you’re the toughest son of a bitch I’ve been in the ring with. Now that we’ve bled together, I’m hoping we can put this to bed.”

Mox could swear Hangman just winked.

He reaches out hesitantly, taking the mic from Hangman. “Bled together, that’s an understatement.” He kicks at the scraps at the ground. “That shirt of yours used to be white.” He lets the crowd laugh at it, and gets a little warm at the smile he’s managed to draw from Hangman. “But, sure. I’ll stop trying to kill you.”

“Deal.”

They shake hands again, and when they lock eyes, Mox thinks he sees the same thing behind Hangman’s that has been lurking in the corners of his mind since October of 2022.

“What are you –”

“Oh, calm down,” Hangman says, shoving Mox into the tiny room. He closes the door behind the two of them.

“Oh, we playing seven minutes in heaven?” Mox asks, grinning. He feels…strange, somehow. Not the same relaxation as he usually gets after a match. There’s still a bit of anticipation blanketing his shoulders, that feeling in his spine like he’s getting ready to snap.

“Nah, we only got, like, three before somebody looks for us,” Hangman says offhandedly, and Mox is about to say he could do a lot in three minutes when Hangman adds, “dude, can you just call me by my actual name?”

Mox blinks at him. It’s hard to tell in the shitty custodial closet light, but Hangman looks sincere. Under all the blood coating his face, that is. “What?”

“You never use my name,” Hang – Adam says. “I’m either Cowboy or the Hangman. I have a name.”

“Right,” Mox says. “Um. Adam.”

“Christ, thank you,” he rolls his eyes. “I thought you forgot I had a real name.”

Mox can’t help but grin. “Is that, like, a thing for you?”

This time, the blood is under his skin, a flush that paints his cheeks pretty. “Okay, look, we’re gonna be friends or allies or not killing each other anymore. I just – I wanted to make sure you, like, knew my actual name.” He relaxes, his smile a little meaner. “Since, you know, you sometimes forget things.”

“I missed my cue on a promo once,” Mox says, glaring. “Once!”

H-Adam shrugs. “On that note, I’ve decided on the tattoo.”

“Tattoo?”

“Get a sheet of note paper on your arm,” Adam says. Like it makes sense. “Like a to-do list.”

Mox raises an eyebrow, feeling it sting as it jostles the cut above his eye until it hits him. “As – as a tattoo?”

Adam pulls up a photo on his phone, shoves it in Mox’s face. “See? This way you quit forgetting shit. I’ve had, like, students and friends and whatever with memory issues, usually ADHD, and I know it’s not on purpose or anything.” His smile falls from mocking to something a little more genuine. “I figure if I’m gonna make you get a tattoo, I may as well pick something that helps you.”

Mox stares. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“What?” Adam looks genuinely confused, which is a weird look through a halo of bloodied hair. It’s a good look on him. “I figure you put it on your wrist, it’s easy to see.” He shrugs, growing defensive. “Whatever. I mean, if you’re not cool with it, you can just. Not.” He steps back, hand going for the closet door.

Mox groans. “Oh, now you get to choose where it goes on my body? That wasn’t part of the stipulation.” He smiles, though, trying to make it light again. He doesn’t want Adam to open the door. Not yet.

“Okay, well, it was your idea. I’m not gonna make you get the tattoo if you don’t want to, obviously.” He meets Mox’s eyes, and looks way too genuine. “Seriously. I won’t hold you to it.”

“You beat the shit out of me, make me bleed from four different places, damn near snap my neck with a Buckshot and two Dead Eyes, and your tattoo choice is something nice?!” Mox rolls his eyes. “Jesus Christ. The cowboy thing isn’t just an act, is it.”

Adam blinks, tilting his head. “What? I – no, I literally live on a farm.”

Mox groans and launches at Adam, grabbing him around the waist and pulling him in to kiss some sort of sense into the man. It’s a split second before Adam responds, a second where Mox is sure he’s done something truly horrible that Megha might kill him for, but then Adam kisses back. Mox shivers at the way Adam’s stubble scrapes against his skin, the way his hair feels as Mox threads his fingers through it, and it’s unexpected. But it’s inevitable.

Adam pulls back, eyes a little wild like they get in the ring. “What the fuck?”

“What?” Mox says. “I mean, uh. I didn’t plan on that.”

Adam lets a little smile play on his lips, and Mox wants to chase after it, keep it in his pocket. “Yeah? Not surprising, you impulsive dumbass.”

“I – fuck off.”

Shrugging, Adam gets a little closer, steps into Mox’s space again. “You text me when you get your tattoo.” Mox doesn’t miss the way his eyes flicker down to Mox’s lips. “Uh. If you’re cool with my idea?”

“Of the to-do list paper?” Mox asks. “Yeah. Maybe I’ll put you at the top of it,” and he pauses, for emphasis, “Adam.”

Adam licks his lips and steps back, smile a little knowing, a little devious. Mox wants to get to know it better. “Yeah.” His smile just keeps growing. “Yeah, you do that.” He stares at Mox. “You – after you get cleaned up, I mean – you wanna watch the rest of Revolution together? I mean, Uno might give you some shit about killing him the other week, but you’re welcome to join us.” Mox isn’t sure what that crease between Adam’s eyebrows is saying, only that it’s different than what the smile suggests. “Wait, you’re probably gonna hang with the other Blackpool guys.” He waves it off, like he’s having a conversation with himself, like Mox is only secondary to this discussion. He walks backward, collides with the door. “I’m gonna – go. I’m gonna get cleaned up. The blood.” He touches his hair, winces as it sticks to his hand. “Uh. Yeah.”

Mox is left even more confused than when he first kissed Adam, and is wondering what the hell comes next.

A tattoo appointment. That’s what comes next.

“Mox, this is the dumbest idea you’ve ever had,” Yuta says, upside down on the couch. He’s scrolling through his phone, probably on Twitter.

“Is not,” Mox says. He feels the familiar adrenaline spike of the tattoo gun buzzing, and steels himself before it touches the skin of his wrist. “It makes sense. It’s funny. And it’s what Page chose, so.”

“That’s what I mean.” Yuta actually puts the damn phone away and looks at Mox. It’s weird, since it’s upside down, but it’s his best attempt at a stern look, so Mox takes it. “Why are you getting a tattoo somebody else told you to get?”

“Stipulation,” Mox answers.

Yuta sighs. Sometimes he gets the same look on his face as Mox’s therapist. Mox doesn’t love it. “Wasn’t the Texas Death bit enough?”

“No,” Mox says. “It wasn’t. He wanted to win – ow, fuck – more than just to a tie. He wanted it to be definitive.”

“Wouldn’t that mean,” Yuta looks so earnest Mox wants to hit him, “you know. A fifth match?”

Mox shrugs. “I mean. Sure? But the tattoo,” he pauses, hissing as the tattoo drags over thin skin, “is, like. I don’t know. More permanent.”

Yuta’s doing therapist face again. “Is this your marking thing coming up again?”

That’s enough to get the tattoo artist to pause, look up with a raised eyebrow.

“I can guarantee you’ve heard weirder with someone in the chair,” Mox says to Carlisle.

He shrugs, adjusts his grip, and goes back to work. “Nah, dude, I get you. My girlfriend designed the tattoos that go around my top surgery scars. I’m just a little confused why a piece of paper is what you came up with.”

“He came up with it,” Mox corrects.

“Your boyfriend?”

Yuta barks out a laugh so loud Mox almost jumps.

“So,” Carlisle says, face carefully neutral, “not your boyfriend.”

Mox glares at Yuta until he stops laughing, the dick, and says, “No, it’s – it’s a wrestling thing.”

“I would ask, but I know better,” Carlisle says, laughing a little. “Alright. Tell me what you think. I can make some of the lines a little thicker on the outside, add some shading, if you want it to look like a real piece of paper or something.”

Mox examines it. Plain lined notebook paper, sized down to fit a rectangular space on his forearm. “Nah, it’s good. Reminds me of high school.”

“That can’t be a good thing,” Yuta says, wrinkling his nose. “Wait. Didn’t Hangman teach –”

“It’s great, Carlisle, thanks,” Mox says, debating pulling off his shoe and chucking it directly at Yuta’s face.

Yuta seems to sense the impending violence and shuts up, starts smiling at his phone like a dweeb. Mox makes him take a photo of the ink, before Carlisle puts the medical tape over the new ink and gives Mox the rundown on tattoo care.

“Yeah, I know. No sweating, no direct water pressure, don’t scratch it.” But he says it nice. He thinks. “Thanks, Carlisle. It looks great.”

“Anytime.” He nods over at Yuta. “You want any tattoos while I’m set up here?” He grins. “You’d look even better with a little ink.”

Yuta’s eyes go wide, the way they do when somebody hits on him, and he shakes his head. “Uh, no, thank you. I’m not really a tattoo guy.”

Carlisle shrugs, unbothered. “You could pull one off.” He pulls out a card and walks around to press it into Yuta’s hand. “If you change your mind.”

Yuta is silent for a little bit as Mox does his best to chill the mood by chatting with Carlisle and helping him get his mobile tattoo station together.

“He said he has a girlfriend,” Yuta says, once they’re alone in the room. “Why would he – he was just talking about the tattoo, right?”

“Oh, young Yoots,” Mox says, clapping him on the shoulder. “One day you will listen to me when I tell you about the ways of the world.”

Yuta pushes his arm off, frowning up at him. “Stop being weird. You’re not my dad.”

“And you’re glad I’m not.” Mox winks at him. “Come on. I can’t spar or anything, but I can, like, arm wrestle. I gotta get rid of this adrenaline.”

“Go find your boyfriend then,” Yuta shoots back.

Mox puts him in a noogie, and they both forget about Hangman Adam Page. For a little while.

“Fuck.” Mox sits up in bed at a speed that makes him dizzy. “Fuck!”

He reaches for his phone, and it tumbles a bit from his hands as he’s trying to type. got the tattoo he sends to the number labeled Dumb Fucking Cowboy. He stole it from Yuta, and god knew where he got it from originally.

Um. Who is this again?

Polite even to an unknown number. its Mox wanna see the ink or no

There’s a little bit of a pause, long enough for him to wonder if there’s somebody else in Yuta’s phone he would have named HP, and then his phone dings. Did you get a tattoo at four in the morning?

no dumbass

So you forgot to text me when you got it? Something about irony.

Mox glares at his phone screen. “This is why you’re the dumb fucking cowboy,” he grumbles, and presses call. “You don’t get to be a bitch when you answered the message.”

“Good evening to you, too.” His voice is gravelly, sleepy. That strange weight settles along Mox’s spine again. He’s suddenly very, very awake. “What’s it look like?”

“Huh?”

“The tattoo.” There’s some rustling. “What’s it look like?”

“Kinda like your picture. Here, give me a sec.” Mox sends the photo he’d had Carlisle take right before putting the medical tape on. “See? Tattoo. You officially win.”

“I still can’t believe you went through with it,” Adam says. “Looks good.”

And Mox speaks before he can stop himself. “Decided against tattooing your name at the top of the list.”

A silence, heavy, settles over the line. Mox thinks he can hear breathing, but just barely. “That would have been incredibly stupid,” Adam says.

“Yeah, well, I’m not exactly known to be a brain trust, so.” He rolls his shoulders. He’s not sure he can quite get this feeling to go away. It sticks like taffy. “It’d be funny.”

“That you’d put me at the top of your to-do list?” Adam laughs. It sounds different than usual. “Yeah. Hah.” His tone shifts, just a little. “Funny.”

That weight is insistent. Makes him a little bold. “You’re not laughing, though.”

“No,” Adam says, after a brief pause. “Not really.”

Mox is stupid, and impulsive. “What’s not funny about it?”

Adam lets out a little exhale that’s half laugh, half sigh. Mox wonders what caused the sigh, wants to taste it as it escapes Adam’s lips. “You’re the one that kissed me in that closet, Moxley. You already know.” There’s that sigh again.

“Adam,” Mox breathes, “what are you doing right now?”

The laugh is breathy, almost a gasp. “Take a wild guess.”

And Mox’s dick is officially in the game. He slides his hand into the front of his boxers, wrapping his hand around himself. If he closes his eyes, he can pretend it’s Adam. “Yeah?”

“Don’t act surprised,” Adam murmurs into the phone. “Again, you’re the one who kissed me.”

“Well – you kissed back.” Mox winces. It sounded better in his head.

“I did,” Adam replies. “Come on. Tell me what you wanted to do in that closet.”

Mox exhales. He licks up his hand for a little better glide, and wraps his hand around his cock. His head falls back against the pillows, finally allowing himself to let go. “Wanted – wanted my cock in your mouth,” he says, the words coming freely. Something about an hour this early lets his brain lose a filter, lets him talk like he thinks. “Let you blow me.”

“Let me blow you?” Adam asks. “You should be so lucky, you prick.” He hums, something quiet. Mox notices his drawl’s a little thicker, a little more pronounced.

“What’d you want?” Mox asks, a little desperate to hear that voice again.

“Maybe you get me against the wall,” Adam says, “fuck me so hard my head spins.”

Mox feels the weight on his spine fill his head with images. Adam, panting all pretty, legs spread and pushing back on Mox’s cock. The way his cock would feel, smooth and heavy in Mox’s hand as he stroked him. He lets out a moan, something a little too close to the name on the other end of the line.

“Yeah?” Adam asks. “Sound good to me, too. What – uh – what about next time we see each other? Meet up?”

“Yeah,” Mox says, wishing he had someone’s mouth to claim right now. Wishing he could taste the words pouring out of the phone. They sound so pretty. “Get you under me, make you feel me.”

“Sounds good,” Adam groans. “Fuck – I, Mox, put me at the top of that list.”

“I will,” Mox says, laughing, and the two of them seem to race toward the inevitable at the same time. Mox is pretty sure he hears his name choked out on the end of a moan from Adam’s end of the phone, and it’s enough to drive him over the edge. He mutters something that sounds suspiciously like Hangman, which is a surprise to himself.

“You forget my name again?” Adam asks, after a few moments of strange silence.

“Shut the fuck up, Adam,” Mox growls.

“I’ll take that to mean you’re going back to sleep. Night, Mox. I, uh,” his tone immediately shifts, back to something a little hesitant, and more than a little anxious, “I won’t hold you to your promises earlier. If you don’t want to.”

“You fuckin’ kidding me?” Mox blurts out. “I mean, if it was all talk, that’s cool, but I, uh. I was kind of looking forward to that at Dynamite on Wednesday.”

“Cool,” Adam says. “Yeah. I, uh. Yeah. Text me?”

Mox can practically hear Adam wince through the phone. “Yeah,” he says, and he decides to test something out, “yeah, baby, I’ll text you.”

Adam sighs. “Okay. Night.”

“Night.”

Mox hangs up the phone and reaches for a tissue. He is fucked.

Mox is fucked, and he’s antsy.

He’s backstage at the Dynamite after Revolution, after his phone call in the earlier hours of Tuesday morning, and there’s a strange sort of anticipation. It’s replaced that weight in his shoulder, but insists on itself somehow more. He wants to see Adam. No, he needs to see Adam.

He’s somehow both in luck and in a horrible place, since they’re both scheduled to show up tonight. Adam, with a victory speech. Mox, ringside for Claudio and Yuta for a tag team match against Silver and Reynolds, a quick burning grudge match Mox isn’t exactly proud to have created. He secretly hopes Adam comes out. He’s not so secretly scared of what he’ll do when he sees him.

Adam’s a ray of gold across the screen when he cuts his promo. He looks better than he has any right to as he grins through a declaration of violence, as he asks for anyone brave enough to step up to him. Mox does snort when Adam calls himself the king of the death match, because no, but he can’t take his eyes off the screen. He knows what that voice sounds like when it comes. He wants to know how that face changes as it lets go, too.

Mox flexes his hands, desperate to release at least a little bit of the tension coiled in his body. It doesn’t work. He tries to come up with an idea of how to run into Adam somewhere in this venue. It’s big, but he’s got a decent amount of directionality according to himself, so.

He is wrong.

Mox is only able to get himself out of what he can only assume is a storage hallway by listening for the clattering of people. He gets the clattering of silverware instead and considers it a win.

He reaches the door to catering, and nearly melts with relief. Until he sees Adam, and the weight settles itself around his shoulders and down his spine again. He doesn’t have to worry, though. Adam lights up, rays of gold spreading across the room, when he sees Mox step into the room.

Mox is stupid, and strides up to him.

“I was looking for you– ”

“I was hoping we could – ”

Mox stops. He’s blushing. Why the hell is he blushing? “Sorry. You talk.”

Adam exhales. “I was hoping we could, uh, talk?” He runs a shaky hand through his hair, and Mox is weirdly comforted that he’s not the only one feeling some sort of nerves. “Alone.” His eyes skate across the area. Mox forgot they’re in front of half the company and follows the way Adam traces the area with his eyes.

“Right, yeah. I, uh. I can kick the rest of the BCC out of our locker room, if you want.”

Adam grins. It’s not his handsome cowboy smile. There’s something interesting behind it. Something Mox wants to feel. “Probably a good idea.”

He texts Hangman the directions and the room number, and sets off to BCC headquarters, as Claudio gets weird about saying.

Without fanfare, he pushes open the door. “Out.”

Yuta’s upside down on a bench, balancing on the top of his head. Scrolling on his goddamn phone again. “Huh?”

“Everybody out,” Mox says, with a little more authority. “I need the room.”

Claudio stares from where he’s stretching. “For what?”

“None of your business,” Mox says, cutting a grin at him.

“We have to be out to gorilla in less than half an hour,” Yuta says, narrowing his eyes. “This better be fast.”

“Come on,” Mox says, and it would be a whine if Jon Moxley were a whiner, “I let you two have the room last week when you had your whatever it was.”

Claudio looks away while Yuta just gets this self-satisfied little grin that Mox would really not like more details on. “He’s got a point, Yoots.” He stands, patting Yuta on the shoulder. “Off we go.”

“Catering might have that roasted sweet potato again,” Yuta says thoughtfully, taking Claudio’s hand as they walk out the door. It’s like Mox isn’t even here, like they’re in their own world.

The door closes, and Mox sends the text. ur good

You text like my high schoolers.

weird thing to say

There’s no response except a knock on the door a couple minutes later. Mox bounces a little, shakes out the tension in his spine and shoulders that has spread and grown. “Come in.”

Adam walks in, and it’s strange to see a man so good at beating people into the ground try to make himself seem small. He peeks his head around with a cautious smile. “Hi.”

“Hey.” Mox feels itchy. “I, uh. Come in.”

Adam steps all the way in, looking around the room like he’s expecting something to jump out. Or something.

“They’re gone,” Mox says. “It’s just us.”

Adam relaxes. “I, uh. I was kinda worried you’d set this up to jump me or something. Retaliation for the Death Match.”

Mox frowns. “The fuck would I do that for?”

“I don’t know,” and it’s punctuated with a shrug. “Why’d we have phone sex the other night? I got lots of questions.”

“Jumping right into it,” Mox says. The weight presses firmly, insistent. “Um. What’d ya think of it?”

“The phone sex?” Adam presses his lips together, but Mox can see the faint blush creep its way across his cheeks. “It was good.”

“Cool,” Mox says. He could kick himself. “Um. I mean. Good. Glad to hear it.” He would laugh at himself if he were watching this. “I, uh. Do you – ”

“What are we doing?” Adam blurts out. He looks mildly horrified at the words coming from his mouth. But then he doubles down. “Seriously. We nearly kill each other, like, three times. I go after you with barbed wire more times than I’ve dealt with it on my farm, you make my friend bleed, I make you bleed. And then we make out in a janitor’s closet and fuck over the phone?” He’s a bit hysterical, that lovely wildness in his eyes again. “What the fuck are we doing?”

Against what could be considered rational judgement, Mox takes a step toward Adam. “I don’t know.”

Adam steps toward him. “What,” he says, eyes flickering to Mox’s lips, back up to his eyes, “are we doing?”

Mox leans in, lips against Adam’s. “I don’t fuckin’ know.” He waits. He waits for Adam to press. It’s agony. It’s ages. It’s anticipation.

Mox practically falls into it when Adam, finally, breaks that final barrier, and kisses him so sweetly he could be back in high school again. His hands come up to cradle the same jaw he’d rattled to kingdom come months before, gentle this time. The hand Adam had weeks before used to crush his forehead with barbed wire rests on the back of his neck. The weight on Mox’s shoulders swirls around them, builds somewhere in his heart, and settles there, laying its claim on Mox’s soul.

Adam makes the softest little sigh in the back of his mouth, something Mox almost more tastes than hears, and Mox hauls him in closer, desperate to feel Adam’s warmth surround him.

The world melts away for a while, lost in the Adam of the moment, until there’s a strange sound poking at his ears. It takes longer than it should for him to realize it’s his cell phone.

“You should,” Adam takes a shaky breath, “you should get that.”

Mox nods, gets his phone from his pocket. “Yeah, right. Phone.” He stills has to shake his head a little bit. “Hello?”

“Where the hell are you?” Yuta hisses. “We’re in gorilla and you, shockingly, are not.”

Mox checks his phone. It’s been twenty minutes. “Holy shit. Be there in two.” He drops the phone. “I, uh.”

“Right!” Adam says. “Yeah. We can – we can figure this out later.”

Mox darts toward the door, and then, in a fit of 90s movie ridden panic, turns around, presses a quick, rough kiss to Adam’s lips, and goes back. “I will see you tonight,” he says, and it sounds a little too much like a threat.

Adam smiles, though. “Yeah. Tonight.”

He forgets everything during the match with Claudio and Yuta. Adam doesn’t come out, though. Mox isn’t able to figure out why.

He doesn’t go after Uno, and he doesn’t try to interfere. Something about it feels unfair, without Adam out here to come after him about it. Either way, he doesn’t have to get in the way – his boys win easily, and he has other things to worry about.

He mildly panics through the rest of the tapings, desperate to get back to Adam, and he is –

“Son of a bitch,” he mutters. “I have a crush on the fuckin’ Cowboy.”

Adam texts him at 11:45pm, far after Rampage is done taping, when Mox has done almost a hundred crunches and almost as many burpees to get this stress off his back.

Leaving the venue. Okay if I stop by?

yah rm num 234

Literally you text like a sixteen year old.

fuck off. Mox actually laughs at a phone screen, and he is not exactly pleased with the way that he really is acting a bit like a sixteen year old.

Then he suddenly realizes he’s drenched in sweat and probably smells bad. He’s never given a shit what any of the other wrestlers thought of him. And here he is, diving into the shower and scrubbing himself clean with hotel soap.

He’s only managed to get a pair of sweatpants on when the door rings, and swings it open to see a surprisingly put together Adam Page.

“I’m underdressed,” Mox says. He attempted to make it sound cool. He fails.

“Oh.” Adam frowns, looks down at himself. “Oh, I just – I wanted to – ” He cuts himself off, and there’s that blush again.

“No, you look good,” Mox says, and why is this freaking him out? “Come in.” He steps aside, and Adam, with that giant wallet directing all attention to the curve of his ass, steps into his hotel room. The anticipation settles across Mox’s body again. He desperately wants.

Adam looks at him. “What’s going on with us?” he asks, and his eyes are full of a familiar desperation. “What is this?”

Mox takes a deep breath, rubbing his hand across his head. “Look, I don’t fuckin’ know, okay?” He sits on the bed. “All – all I know is that hearing you come over the phone has really gotten in my head.”

Adam blinks. “Oh.”

Mox grins up again. “You expect something other than that?”

Adam pushes around the trashcan with the toe of his boot. “I don’t know,” he says. “I kind of thought this may have been a trick you’re playing or something. Or at least you’d be more…” He trails off. “Evasive, I guess.”

“Evasive’s for people who got time,” Mox says, rolling his neck, desperate to get some of the stress out of his shoulders. “All I know is I can’t stop thinking about you and I keep feeling wrong unless you’re around me. So.” He looks up at Adam, stretches his arms over his head while he keeps looking directly in those blue-green eyes. “Up to you Cowboy.”

“Adam.”

Mox blinks. “What?”

“You might,” Adam steps closer. With a touch so gentle it’s almost funny, he picks up Mox’s left hand an looks a the tattoo. “You might want to remember to use my name if we’re gonna do this.” He keeps his eyes locked on Mox’s as he presses his lips, ever so gently, to the top line of the tattoo. It’s sensitive, but it’s mostly healed, so nothing hurts. “Remember that my name,” he kisses that top line again, “goes right here.”

When he lowers Mox’s hand, he closes the last bit of space, and presses his lips to Mox’s. The moment, the world, feels settled around him, like he’s finally gotten to a place in the universe where everything isn’t spinning quite so much. He pulls Adam down on top of him, unable to pretend like this isn’t everything he’s been imagining for weeks, and the weight on top of him feels like falling into heaven.

Adam braces himself on his elbows, curls falling into his face, and Mox feels the urge to reach up and brush them away. Adam grins, something shy, none of the bite behind it that Mox is used to seeing.

“How did we end up here?” Adam asks, dropping his head to press gentle, so gentle, kisses down the neck of Mox’s jaw. “I mean, just last Sunday I was trying to kill you.”

“Yeah, but you never really wanted to kill me,” Mox says, tilting his head to give Adam better access. “You can go harder, if you want.”

“Not yet,” Adam murmurs against his skin. “I just – I want to,” and he pulls back, eyes on Mox’s again. It feels almost too intense, almost too much to hold. “I want to be here. With you.” He frowns, like the words aren’t where they’re supposed to be. “I want this to be here. Not the ring.”

It takes a second, but Mox gets it. God, does he get it. Maybe, in this moment, he and Adam can just be two guys who have complicated emotions, finally doing something about it. Maybe, right now, it doesn’t have to be about violence.

“Yeah,” he says, feeling a strange tightness in his throat. “Yeah. Just us.” He sits up enough to catch Adam’s lips again, and the desperation there tastes sweeter than honey, something just for him that’s been waiting for him to claim it. He slides a hand into Adam’s hair, careful not to get too rough, just enough to angle Adam’s head where he wants him. His mouth slowly slides against Adam’s, and he doesn’t push, doesn’t demand. Adam’s careful, gentle, and so sweet it hurts.

Mox’s hands find themselves at the hem of his shirt. “Can I…?” he looks for permission in Adam’s eyes.

“Please,” Adam says, soft. The desperation, though, has settled itself into his eyes, and Mox knows. He knows.

He slides his hands up the warm skin under the tee shirt, watching Adam’s eyes flutter closed as he feels the muscles in his stomach tense under his touch. He pushes the shirt up and Adam wiggles a little to get it all the way over his head. He looks a bit like some long forgotten Greek god, one who did good but didn’t hurt enough people to be remembered. Mox wants to be the one to remember him.

They fall against each other and the bed, lips roving and hands following suit. Mox has never touched Adam like this, never knew the way he could sigh at Mox’s fingertips, the way his mouth would open, just a little, every time Mox pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

Adam’s fingertips dance along the hemline of Mox’s sweatpants, almost anxious in the way they stray from the one motion Mox wants him to make.

“You can get me naked,” Mox says, wishing he had the wherewithal to sound a little more suave, “we can, uh.” He stops, and prays briefly for the sweet release of Adam taking the hint without him having to speak any further.

“Yeah,” Adam breathes, flush high on his cheeks. “Yeah, okay.” He finally slides his fingers under the waistband and pulls. Mox feels a rush of cold air over his body, and would feel embarrassed about how hard he already is, except Adam’s wrapped a hand around him and he’s not able to have a single though, let alone a feeling as mundane as embarrassment.

Mox drops his head back on the bed, groaning. “Yeah, baby,” he mumbles, before he realizes what he’s saying.

“Want you to – oh my god.” Adam’s voice is hardly clearer than Mox’s, a little desperate, a little demanding. “Fuck me. Please?”

Mox’s eyes fly open, meeting eager wanting in Adam’s. “Cowboy, you don’t have to ask twice.” He hauls Adam to him, and they collide a little harder than they have outside of the ring. Mox goes for Adam’s jeans, fumbling before he manages to take care of the button and the zipper, while Adam laughs.

“What’s so funny about my hand in your pants?” Mox asks, shoving jeans down Adam’s hips.

“You’re awful at remembering to call me Adam,” he says, kicking the jeans off and pulling the boxers down himself. Mox has to remind himself to listen to words and not just focus on seeing. There’s a lot to see. “Hold on.”

To Mox’s absolute misery, Adam steps off the bed to grab his jeans. “Was hoping I wouldn’t have to use this, but I guess you need more of a reminder.” He pulls out a sharpie, grabs Mox’s hand, and pulls it toward him. “Now,” he says, writing rapidly across Mox’s skin, careful to avoid the inked lines, “you can’t forget my name.”

Adam it says, at the top of the notebook paper, on his wrist. It feels like he’s been claimed. It feels like he’s Adam’s.

“Get your ass over here,” Mox practically growls, and Adam steps into him without an moment’s hesitation. They fall over each other, warm bodies melting together in heat and desire, until Adam’s hands are fumbling for the bedside table, and Mox gets the hint.

“Jesus, you’re pushy,” he laughs, slapping Adam’s hand away and pulling open the drawer. “You, uh.” He holds up a condom. “This – ”

“Clean bill of health on my part,” Adam says, eyes hungry. “You?”

“All good with me,” Mox says. “So, um. Do you need a…?”

“Not unless you want to.” Adam’s grin gets a little dirty. “I mean,” he leans in, teeth nipping at Mox’s earlobe, “unless you don’t want to come in me.”

Mox’s laugh is, unfortunately, high pitched. “God, I definitely do.”

“Cool.”

Mox drops the condom back into the drawer and grabs the lube, flicking open the cap. The next few moments are a whirlwind, Adam’s lips on his with a frantic neediness that can’t be satisfied without a little bit of focus.

“Baby,” he murmurs, pulling his head away, “I can’t bury my dick in you unless I open you up first.”

Adam laughs. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, so.” Mox gestures to the bed. “Lay down, sweetheart, and let me take care of you.”

Adam nods, some of the excess energy rolling off of him in waves, but Mox coaxes his thighs open. And, god, does Adam open so beautifully for him. Pushing down on his finger like he can’t get enough of it, like he’s been craving this feeling and it’ll never be enough.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” Mox finds himself murmuring, pressing kisses across Adam’s chest, careful to catch a nipple in his teeth every so often. “Adam, so good.”

“Now you remember my damned name,” Adam laughs, but it breaks off into a cry as Mox slides a second finger in next to the first. “Come on. Want you.”

“Not yet, babe,” Mox says, pressing a kiss to the inside of Adam’s thigh. “So fuckin’ impatient.”

Adam laughs again, and it’s beautiful, and it’s all Mox wanted, and he has the sudden realization that he’s in fucking love with Hangman Adam Page.

He decides to pocket that for later, and gently adds a third finger, watching as Adam squirms and rolls against his fingers.

“You ready?”

“Been ready, goddamnit,” Adam says, but there’s no bite to it. “Come on. I want you.”

“You want – how do you want to be?” Mox is so far gone, he can’t imagine this without being able to see Adam’s face. Without this being stupid and romantic and meaningful.

“Like this,” Adam says, and, with the way he wraps a leg around the back of Mox’s thigh and pulls him in, Mox isn’t going to argue.

It’s like holding back a bullet with the way Mox gently pushes in. All he wants to do is sink into the beautiful, slick, heat of Adam, find himself buried there for the rest of his life, but he’s going slow. So fucking slow. Slow enough that Adam nudges at him with his heel, demanding without a single word.

“Working on it,” he says. He presses his tongue through his lips, focused on being careful, on being gentle. On not causing any further harm to the man he accidentally loves.

When he’s buried deep, when Adam’s taken the whole of him and his heart, he freezes, head spinning.

“That’s – oh, god,” Adam whimpers. His arms reach up, grab at Mox’s biceps with less than half of the power Mox knows he holds in them.

“You okay?” Mox asks, barely under his own control.

“I will be if you start moving.” Adam’s voice is strained, controlled. “Please, come on.”

And, well. Apparently, Mox’s undoing is hearing Adam Page ask for anything nicely.

The moments feel like a dream, the way it feels to be in sync with someone in the ring, but more precious, closer to his heart than to his fists. Adam makes gorgeous little noises, combinations of Mox’s name and please and wordless vowels that Mox wants to memorize and paint on a canvas.

To be fair, though, Mox is vaguely aware that he’s not exactly got it under control, either. He doesn’t say the L word, doesn’t get to that level of out of his mind, but Adam’s name lingers on his tongue alongside praise and please and something a little like love that he’s not willing to let fall into the air.

Adam flips them at one point, and the way he rides Mox is a thing of dreams. Mox is hardly able to do much more than grab at Adam’s hips and hold on. Adam leans down and kisses him, a new little angle, and Mox thinks he might be in heaven.

But Mox is an idiot, heaven or not, and he can’t resist saying, “Save a horse, ride a cowboy.”

“That’s – oh, god – that’s a little opposite of now,” Adam says, palms braced on Mox’s chest. “But I appreciate the attempt.”

“Oh, shut up,” Mox laughs, but they both do, and it’s great.

It shows in Adam’s eyes, when he’s close, the way they roll back a little, the way they get the same kind of wild they do in the ring, and Mox reaches between them to curl his hands around Adam’s cock. Mox turns them over again, getting a better angle when he can anchor himself on his knees. He presses his forehead to Adam’s, and it feels like this is how they’re meant to be. Connected in more than one place.

Only a few strokes and Adam’s coming between them, Mox’s name caught on the edges of his teeth. The way he tenses, flexes, releases, is the physical form of poetry. Mox manages a few more thrusts before he’s coming too, deep inside Adam with his hands on Adam’s hips, holding him to him. Their breathing practically echoes around the hotel room, and Adam, slowly, moves his way down next to Mox.

There’s tension in the air, like one or both of them is hesitating to say something. Mox is willing to bet it’s both of them.

“You okay?” Mox asks. He chances resting his hand on Adam’s bicep. He doesn’t want him to be panicking. He doesn’t want to be wrong about all of this.

“I just,” Adam says, and Mox feels his entire body tense in anticipation of whatever happens next, “I didn’t expect for – for that to mean something.” He turns to Mox, and there’s the barest hint of wetness in his eyes. “Fuck.”

Mox smiles at him, something he hopes gives comfort, gives meaning, gives Adam the knowledge that he feels the same sort of something. “Me either,” he says, gently running his fingers up and down Adam’s arm. “But it did.”

Adam buries his face into Mox’ chest, curls fanning out across Mox’s skin. Mox pulls him in close, and their arms tangle together until their fingers find their place side by side. Adam makes this tiny little hum, something comfortable, and Mox pulls him in, a kiss to his forehead. “I know I’ve said it, like, fifty times,” Adam says, voice muffled by Mox’s chest, “but how the fuck did we get here.”

“Maybe it’s inevitable, when you fight the way we do,” Mox says, fingers brushing through Adam’s hair. He’s beginning to think about a future, in the nebulous way he always does after sex. A dream of this over and over again, where they share a home, maybe a name. Maybe a kid or two. “Maybe we were always meant to fall in –” He stops himself. “In – in bed.”

Adam props himself up on an elbow, eyes boring into Mox’s. “Maybe we were,” he says, leaning in for a gentle kiss. “And – and maybe it’s more than just that?”

It’s an opening, isn’t it. “It is to me.” Mox holds his breath.

And Adam sighs, looking like whatever weight had been curled around his shoulders and spine has finally released its grasp. “Me too,” he nearly whispers, eyes a little wet again.

“We boyfriends now?” Mox jokes, reaching up to move a frizzed-out curl away from Adam’s eyes. “Do I get to tell people we’re going steady?”

“We could go with ‘partner,’” Adam says, with a grin. “Since you like the cowboy angle so much.”

“I like the you angle of it,” Mox corrects.

They laugh about it, for just a moment. Adam sighs again. “We can workshop it.”

“Yeah,” Mox says, pulling Adam down for another kiss. Hopefully one of a million more. “We can.”

#HangMox #Oops #in which Sara writes #wtf i like wrestling now???#I just #8k about a stupid text post prompt #Then again I did 10k over a text post prompt for Intrigue #Maybe responding to random text posts is like my wheelhouse #Why brain #Why

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theblackdragon-studios · 2 years

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👀 Curious about your rant abt Word and Meggy. Also, what are your headcanons for libris for the ask meme 👀

Rant

With Armeggadon it’s not only his entrance into the show’s plot, but also his reveal. As in what he actually looks like. But on top of that: I find secret villain pop-ups annoying. Because they remove the focus from the original villain and make that villain out to be pretty pathetic in comparison. I don’t care how important your ancient evil returned character is to your plot, it isn’t an excuse to water down the villain we have been watching before this new guy has shown up.

Have a mystery villain that appears, fine, but don’t use them to make your central villain either less threatening to pathetic or to redeem the central villain just because there can’t be two villains…or because somehow he suddenly gives a damn about his errand boy-I mean “beloved” son. 🙄

Apparently the writers had stuff planned with him, explaining in DB Academy who he was/is and his history with the war. That sounds interesting, I like that…but in the process Word Paynn has been reduced to an annoyance at best, nonexistent to the conflict anymore at worst. Why can’t he and Armeggadon work together? They have the same goal and the same motivation, and yeah it’ll lead to one screwing the other over in the end…but it gives Word a reason to be a threat still and possibly MORE of a threat.

But no, Word gets his ass kicked then needs rescuing by his ex-friend and then by their children so all four can temporarily beat this ancient evil returned before going back to the status quo (sort of, since Word’s final moments are to cheat at the final challenge of the series for his son then bitch to the judges about why Artha shouldn’t be allowed into the Academy-cause the kid was badly injured at the beginning of the episode…and a hint at redemption for Moordyd going forward) while it’s foreshadowed that Armeggadon is the new major threat to all of them, Moordryd included, who was the puppet he (Armeggadon) was manipulating.

I’m not a fan of this direction with stories. I don’t want a secret mystery villain to take the spotlight from the established villain, followed by the established villain being watered down to be less threatening than the cool new one. Especially when I liked the villain that is being replaced or weakened by this new guy. If they were using it in an attempt to show Word isn’t beyond redemption either, they did a poor job of it.

That’s my rant.

Bonus: Armeggadon’s design is also not great. They were going for ancient battle armor, but it isn’t impressive to me. Makes him look like a hammerhead shark/spider hybrid trying to be a human.

Change the helmet maybe, and he might have a more impressive silhouette. Also a signature dragon. Not the same model of the failed artificial Black dragons scheme Word had in When Darkness Falls.

DB Ask Meme

11. What are your headcanons for X character?

Headcanons on Libris? Well…a lot of them are from my own rewrite project for the show (yes, I have one…but it’s got a twist that lines up with my personal tastes in these things) but one can be applied to that OR the show itself:

Rivett was able to sneak Libris into the Academy through Grey cloaking gear, which made Libris’ colors and texture appearance change so he passed as a hybrid Star-Class of some kind. This was how they got through the Academy and eventually Rivett was able to help Libris evolve.

As for why Libris went through the Academy…probably because Libris is a Black Sheep of the Grey dragons. He thinks differently from them, since he was said to have fought in the original Dragon/Human War. He probably could read the signs as well of another War stirring and agreed to work with Rivett in an attempt to find a way to stop it.

Except much later when he hears the horn, he thinks he was too late and his mind turns to doing what he can to keep the fighting from escalating further. It takes Beau proving he is the reborn Dragon of Legend for Libris to see that all hope is not lost and that war can still be prevented.

If a war actually breaks out later, I think Libris would join the fight again, and this time it would be more devastating because of the sheer size and power of the Evolved dragons like him.

Dragon Booster Ask Meme

#blackdragon answers #dragon booster #ask game: dragon booster edition #Libris #Armeggadon #the more I talk about this guy the angrier I get #X’D #and I sincerely will be livid if another show I really like does this as well #but Libris…#I love him so much #and I have a lot of thoughts about him #most relating to my project #zomandfriends

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wahbegan · 2 years

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Ooohhh god am i being reduced to emo posting in the middle of the night? Yeah, guess i am you don’t really look at my blog anyway, right? RIIIIGHT?

Anyway, no i just miss you a lot and it hurts and scares me a lot, wondering if you’re as into me as i am into you and i don’t know how to bring that up because i don’t want you to say “oh maybe you need someone else”, because i don’t want anyone else and...i don’t know

I gambled on you once before and it paid off, i’m just hoping...i feel like i can see it sometimes. That you do have the deeper feelings there starting to bloom, coming out from time to time, that you will feel the same if i give you the time and space you need. Katie needs Katie space, and i’m hoping if i just give you that again...i don’t know. i’m also emo-posting about it rather than confronting you because i don’t want to cloud your judgement AND i don’t want to come across too clingy and i’m working on my codependency issues so it’s just...idk. I want this to work out so bad and i’m scared and i feel like it’ll go a long way towards stabilizing my emotional state when we just see each other again but i miss you.

And i know it’s not your fault you’ve been so busy it’s just gonna take some adjustment. Hey, if nothing else, maybe it’ll motivate me to get my ass back in gear but i just...i love you. I trust you. You make me feel safe. I don’t want this to have an expiration date

The nights are long and cold with no one to talk to

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Hello again Ein 😩💕 this strawberry shortcake is kinda regretting that i immediately consumed the event/archon quest due to being content hungry the whole 2.6 💀 i did abyss (only up to 11-3 because god knows how pain in the ass floor 12 is) last time during 2.6 because i felt the need to get more primos 💪 have fun exploring and getting those yummy yummy primogems 😍😍😍 i relate to suddenly ghosting everybody 💀 and i dont even feel like coming back 😩 if there's anything left for me to do in genshin, it might be fixing my teapot because something just lowkey feels off 👊 and i wanna start fixing the other realms too 💪 but maybe except for that floating abode domain that everyone picked during the first time the teapot was released 💨

Regarding to the short angst your mutual sent, why. Why do i like it. Why DO i like lulu getting hurt by us 😰 This is unlocking smth in me Ein and i dont feel like wanting for it to get awakened 💔💔 for some reason too, Ayato suddenly looked pathetic to my eyes 💀 maybe i just like the idea of composed ppl like him not being able to hold composure

— 🍰.

helloo🥳🥳 i wish i have that motivation and energy to consume everything immediately for kazuha funds🙁🙁 oh, i haven't done the abyss👹👹 (i usually cant get pass floor 11 bc i dont have properly built characters/party. life would've been easier if i have kazuuu :"D) idk but im actually laid back abr primos bc im on 50 pity and guaranteed 😭😭 this is the most relax situation ive ever been when i want a character just imagine i accidentally pulled and lose my guarantee

right?? im currently ghosting my friends again after talking for them for hours😭😭 whats wrong with me🥱🥱

i wanna do my teapot too but i get bored easily and i dont feel like staying in genshin for hours now😭😭

NOT YOU TOO?? I THOUGHT YOU'RE A DILUC KISSER SO WE DEFEND HIM FROM PAIN?? acco better explain what they did to my anon🤨🤨 go read the champagne problem diluc short fic if u still want to see lucluc hurting⁉️⁉️ naur why is the gear in my head turning thinking abt angst diluc

ayato?? who's dat?? /j I ACTUALLY FORGOT I USED TO BE DOWN BAD FOR HIM NOW I JUST FEEL NOTHING FOR HIM (this is the aftermath of him not coming home)

you are definitely right abt composed pixels. why do i actually feel the same🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

#—letters 💌#talks with: 🍰 anon

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chordsykat · 2 years

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I Wanted to know about learning a little bit of guitar and since this is the only website that lets me be anonymous and you're the only person I know for sure plays.... well I am asking you about that!

Ah, sure! Fair warning, though. My musical makeup goes something like this in order of proficiency:

Vocals > Bass > Guitar

I'm one of those people who has had music training that's mostly centered on voice-work. Until my 20's, I only ever dabbled in guitar, and I am extra-SUPER-BONUS weird in that I sought out serious tutorship on bass guitar before I pursued learning via instruction a regular guitar.

In reality, they're not too dissimilar and I think guitar is especially accessible to new players. That said, here are my recommendations if you want to learn how to play guitar:

1. You can learn electric things by playing an acoustic, and you can learn acoustic things by playing an electric BUT do yourself a favor and buy the instrument you want to learn on.

Listen, the reason you want to play an instrument is probably because it sounds cool! And, spoiler alert -- an electric guitar sounds different than an acoustic. Get the one you want. They have both at all price-points and that includes any extra gear you might need like amps, capos and cables to get you started. Don't believe anyone who says you should learn one over the other. Some people who became frustrated with the acoustic guitar's action (how hard it is to press down the strings) found an electric, easier. Conversely, people who don't want to plug in all the time, might find the ease of portability in an acoustic much more to their liking. The point is -- they both have benefits and drawbacks, so get the one you want to play or you will risk feeling unmotivated to play.

2.a. Play every day. Even if it's just for five minutes. 2.b. Get a stand or find a stable corner and keep the guitar out of its case.

Want to get good? That's all you have to do. Practice. Even a little. Even if you think you're not doing anything for yourself. Make the guitar easily accessible. Make it so you can't walk into the same room with it and not think about picking it up. Creative drive dies when getting set up becomes a pain in the ass. Got a second? Go get the guitar. Waiting for a patch to download? Guitar. Watching a show? Run some scales on the guitar or practice picking patterns. Make everyone think you're weird for how often you have the dumb thing in your hands.

3. Don't get discouraged if you try out The Song You're Guaranteed to Play on Day One™ and can't do it even on day thirty-one.

Everyone learns at a different pace. Maybe you fucking hate that song. Try a different one. You're not going to be motivated by stuff that doesn't sound good (see point 1). Or maybe don't play songs at all. Maybe you're more of a technique/methodical learner. Maybe running some scales or repetitions of string crosses or picking are more your thing? Try that! Fuck that song. Then, don't be surprised if you come back to it after you've actually enjoyed playing something, and can nail it.

4. Don't think you need to learn theory inside and out to be any good.

Learning how to sound good and have a good time should be your priority. Even after you've been at it for a while. Theory is there for you, but only if you run into a problem with how you're sounding.

5. Remember that an instrument is a lifelong pursuit.

No matter how good you are, you will always want to get better, if you're getting real fulfillment out of a creative endeavor.

All that being said, here are my recommendations for good places to start learning:

Marty Music -- Marty Schwartz has been around forever, which means he's probably almost as old as me! :) He offers a lot of great stuff in his courses, but you can also catch him on YouTube where a beginner will have lots to choose from, for free! Great for beginners, intermediates, and advanced players -- so you can grow with the program.

Yousician -- If you want to play Guitar Hero with a real guitar and you have a cell phone or computer, you should try Yousician. There's lots at the free level, but if you subscribe to Premium, you can learn a lot of licensed tracks. Good for building confidence and learning a song at different levels of proficiency. For guitar, bass, vocal, and a bunch of other instruments -- pick your fave.

BassBuzz -- You want to learn bass instead? Josh Fossgreen is probably the best bass teacher on the internet. His Beginner to Badass course is a great primer for new bassists, and his forum is one of the friendlist out there. Like Marty, he has a lot to offer for free on Youtube, as well!

Talking Bass -- Maak (translated from British, Mark) Smith is another excellent bass teacher with a lot of content on his site, but lots of focus on intermediate and advanced techniques. A lot of bassists who did the Beginner to Badass course with Josh graduate to Talking Bass. Does he offer free lessons on Youtube? You bet he does.

So I hope that helps, anon! Or whoever takes the time to read this. :) Hope you get into it and really enjoy the process -- and please let me know if you do!

#learn guitar #learning guitar #learn bass #learning bass #answered

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HOLY SHIT I FINALLY DID IT, Y’ALL! A COMPLETE MASTERLIST! All of my writings are laid out under the cut. XOXOXO!

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Swiped - AO3 - audio - (1.2k + 1.3k + 2k words)

FULL FIC + AUDIO or {part 1} - {part 2} - {part 3}

Sackler x inexperienced/virgin!reader: “omg and they were roommates!” w/ idiots-to-lovers, instruction, dirty talk

Cake - (1k + 1.9k + ?) - to be continued!

{part 1} - {part 2} - {part 3}

Sackler asks what you want for your birthday. You ask for DAT BOOTY. Switch!Sackler x switch!reader pegging fic!

What to Expect - AO3 - (30k+) - WIP!

ch.1 - ch.2 - ch.3 - ch.4 - ch.5 - ch.6 - ch.7 - ch.8 - ch.9 - ch.10 - ch.11 - ch.12 - ch.13 - ch.14 - ch.15 (epilogue)

You decide to have a baby via donor, but your friend across the hall offers to help out the old-fashioned way. Preggo/Babyfic feat. Sackler!

Whole - AO3 - (500 words)

There are days when it feels like you just can’t get out of bed. There are days when you feel like you’re broken. But with Adam, you know you’re never really alone.

Ask Her - AO3 - audio - (5k words)

When you let it slip that you fooled around with your best friend back in the day, Sackler asks if you’d do it again. When you say you would, he can’t seem to let the idea of the three of you go. Maybe—just maybe—all you have to do is ask her.

Basic Instinct - AO3 - (25k)

ch.1 - ch. 2 - ch. 3 - ch. 4 - ch. 5 - ch. 6 - ch.7 - ch. 8

It’s a lucky coincidence—when you’re desperately searching for a new place, Adam Sackler has a room for rent. Plus, alphas and betas make great roommates, right? … Right?

- THOTS -

Losing your virginity to Sackler

Adam making you cum while out at dinner w/ his parents

Sackler fingerfucking you on a rollercoaster

Facefucking and spitting in your mouth

Sackler screeching for cuddles

Sackler finding ‘innocent’ virgin!reader’s vibrator

Feeling needy and giving Sackler a sloppy, lovey BJ

Sackler teaching anxious reader how to give him head

Sackler wanting to see your lipstick smeared on his cock

Shy reader pulling The Lip Bite (TM) on Adam

Temperature play w/ ice cubes

Shy reader turning passionate for Sackler

What are the odds: wearable vibe at work

You and Sackler jerking each other off at a movie theater

Fucking you so hard you forget you even met your ex

Soft dom!reader overstimulating sweet Sackler

Adam eating your pussy on a hike

Riding Sackler’s face to shut him the fuck up

Sweet, soft sex with Sackler in front of your ex

Soft, sleepy morning sex

Adam loving on your teeny tiny titties

Gremlin!Sackler fingering the fuck outta you

Shit-talking switch!Sackler feat. some bondage

Catching Sackler jerkin’ it and playing with his titties

Some very possessive dirty talk

Adam finding virgin!reader’s dildo

Sackler ‘helping’ busy student!reader unwind

Proud reader fucking Sackler backstage between shows

Sackler buys you your very first vibe

Sackler pulling up your sundress and fucking you in the park

Sleeping in *ahem* too small of a bed with roommate Sackler

Sex that sent you and Sackler to the ER

Sackler in a healthy, communicative relationship

Sackler comforting a reader far away from home

Sackler with asexual!reader

- SNACCS -

Random shit that Adam says in bed with you

Pregnancy kink with Adam Sackler

Sackler’s nicknames for reader

Daddy!Adam Sackler daydreams

Misc Sackler hcs: dirty talk, sex, exhibitionism, domestic fluff

Songs on my Sackler “bedroom playlist”

Comparing the temperature of your mouth and cunt

Sackler eating out nervous!reader for the first time

How Sackler gives kisses

Dan + Sackler soothing your anxiety

Making grumpy Sackler BEG FOR IT

Bashful Sackler hcs

On Adam’s chaotic!switch tendencies

NSFW Alphabet: Cum + Fave Position

On seeing a usually self conscious partner feel confident about their body

Adam Sackler loves love

Sexy HCs: cum, masturbation, oral, kinks, pussy-eating

CLYDE LOGAN - Logan Lucky (2017)

- FICS -

Meet the Boys: Clyde Logan

Maybe - AO3 - (1k words)

breeding kink/creampie WITHOUT the possibility/goal of reader becoming pregnant

Clyde gets ASMR - AO3 - (1k words)

Your sweet boy Clyde is the first guest on your ASMR channel. SFW fluff, can you believe it?!

Solstice - AO3 - (3k + 1.8k words)

{part 1} - {part 2}

It happens every Winter Solstice–you shift into a fox and wander the West Virginian woods for the longest night of the year. When you’re injured in an accident, the kind local bartender takes you into his care. Little does he know you’ll shift back into your human form come sunrise… without a shred of clothing on you.

The Plunge - AO3 - (3.4k words)

Clyde's not too hot on the idea of you swimmin' all by yourself at night, so it's up to you to convince him to join you for some moonlight skinny dipping.

In Vino Veritas - AO3 - (6.6k words)

In Vino Veritas — ‘In Wine, Truth.' You open up your very own wine bar, but one Boone County bartender isn’t particularly pleased about it. When a rift emerges between the two of you, will you find a way to mend it? And is there really “truth in wine?”

Eyes Wide Open - AO3 - (1.5k words)

It's all anonymous, and you're so hungry for a lover's touch. You'll never see him; he'll never know you. After an hour together, you'll part ways and never cross paths again. You couldn't find each other if you tried. As luck would have it, you might not need to.

- THOTS -

Rowdy fuckin’ with Clyde

Clyde comforting reader after a fight with a parent/other

Touch-starved, babbling, dirty-talking Clyde

Daddy!Clyde fucking bratty reader while decorating the xmas tree

Clyde getting riled up watching you do stretches

Mirror-fucking and dirty-talk with Clyde

Phone sex with Clyde

Teaching Clyde to dance

Making Clyde do a homemade facemask*

Clyde wants a baby for Christmas

Admiring and loving on Clyde’s soft cock

The first time Clyde made your cheeks go hot

Filthy fucking at Duck Tape with Clyde

Clyde’s very first time eating pussy*

Crying on Clyde’s cock

Clyde making you cum seven times in a row (for luck, y’know)

Facesitting with Daddy!Clyde

Clyde fucking your ass at Duck Tape after seeing your plug

Leaving the big city and reassuring Clyde of your choice

Waking Clyde up with some slow head

Sweet n sensual mirror sex with Clyde

Clyde comforting you with slow lovemaking

Clyde comforting isolated reader

Sending/receiving nude pics with Clyde

Corrupting sweet sub!Clyde

- SNACCS -

Clyde comforting sad reader (gn)

Clyde + breeding kink/pregnancy - part 1

Clyde + breeding kink/pregnancy - part 2

Clyde + breeding kink/pregnancy - part 3

Clyde with a lactation kink

Clyde taking care of you when you’re sick

Netflix and... cockwarming. oops

Riding Clyde’s cock. That’s it. That’s the post.

Marking his territory with creampies

Fantasizing about meeting Clyde at the bar

Clyde x SIZE KINK

Loving fussing over Clyde

High school Clyde (uwu)

Telling Clyde you want to have a baby

Clyde being protective of you

NSFW Alphabet: Oral + Jack Off

Clyde eating pussy

MORE Clyde and breeding kink

The first time you have sex with Clyde feat. SIZE KINK

Sexy HCs: creampies, pussy-eating, and pregnancy

FLIP ZIMMERMAN - Blackkklansman (2017)

- FICS -

Under the Stars - AO3 - (2.8k)

Flip Zimmerman’s always talking shit—even about the gear you’ve brought on your weekend camping trip. When the rain rolls in, will you help him out with a dry place to sleep?

Sweeter Than Honey (multichapter)- coming soon!

- THOTS -

Visiting Flip at the station to show him your new lipstick

Flip daring you to sit on a vibe for 20min (overstim)

Coming home to find you in lingerie + his flannel

Fucking you in the archives division and telling you to keep quiet

GOOD COP BAD COP feat. Flip + Ronnie

Mirror sex in a dressing room

Breeding kink w/ Flip*

Your first time with Flip - part 1

Your first time with Flip - part 2

Fucking the brat out of you at a holiday party

Flip taking care of you after a long work day

Lovey-dovey drunk sex with Flip

Playing strip-poker with Flip

Slapping Flip (hint: it doesn’t go over well)

Flip spitting on your pussy

JUST how much Flip loves you

Slow lovemaking with Flip

- SNACCS -

Flip’s kinks, fave things to do in bed, and aftercare

Flip cheering you up after a bad day

Visiting Flip at the station in your skimpiest outfit

Flip being territorial over you in public

L.E.O. boys on National Horny Day

Flip being charming and playful

NSFW Alphabet: Aftercare, Goofy, Motivation, Stamina, Unfair

Gender-affirming lovin’ with Flip (transmasc!reader)

Semi-public sex and getting caught

On the subject of Flip’s balls

Growing old with Flip

OFFICER RONNIE PETERSON - The Dead Don’t Die (2018)

- FICS -

MEET THE BOYS: Ronnie Peterson - (1k words)

an intro to Ronnie in the jynzandtonic universe, in which the ending of The Dead Don’t Die is gleefully retconned

Holds Two Nicely - AO3 - (2k + ? words)

{part 1} - {part 2 coming soon}

switch!Ronnie gets road head in the Smart Car, and reader’s gonna pay for pulling that type of shenanigans

This Is The Way - AO3 - (2.6k words)

STAR WARS ROLEPLAY SEX WITH MANDO!RONNIE

Bad Day - AO3 - (2k)

blowing off a bad day with some mutual masturbation + squirting

- THOTS -

Meet the Boys: Officer Ronnie Peterson

Hand kink w/ Ronnie’s giant paws

Deepthroating + dirty talk with sweet + spicy bby Ronnie

Rescuing Ronnie from the apocalypse and settling in the big city

GOOD COP BAD COP feat. Flip + Ronnie

Handcuffing and domming Ronnie

Ronnie can’t keep his hands off you at the PD holiday party

Sitting on Ronnie’s face... HE LIKES IT.

Mando!Reader doms subby Ronnie

Cockwarming as a form of dominance with switch!Ronnie

DOUBLE PENETRATION with Ronnie + a Clone-A-Willy

Ronnie finding you half-naked in a Stormtrooper costume

Thigh-riding Ronnie at the station

Ronnie overstimulating you with a clit-sucker + cockwarming

Giving Ronnie head in the bathroom at a frat party

Ronnie spanking you after he has a rough day skiing

Make-up snuggling with Ronnie after a fight

Virgin!Ronnie x virgin!reader thots

Sending/receiving nudes with Ronnie

- SNACCS -

Fluffy/dirty HCs for nerdy boy Ronnie

What are Ronnie’s hugs like?

How Ronnie dresses when he’s not in uniform

L.E.O. boys on National Horny Day

Dan + Ronnie on Daddy kink

Ronnie Peterson Tummy Appreciation Post

NSFW Alphabet: Jack Off, Zzzzz, + Dirty Secret

CHARLIE BARBER - Marriage Story (2019)

- FICS -

MEET THE BOYS: Charlie Barber - (550 words)

an intro to Charlie in the jynzandtonic universe, which occurs solely post-Marriage Story

Exit Stage Right - AO3 - (1k words)

Theater smut and a very protective, soft Daddy!Charlie

Special Spot - AO3 - (850 words)

Daddy!Charlie is stressed from work and asks you to play with his ass

Business or Pleasure - AO3 - (1.7k words + ?) - WIP!

{part 1} - {part 2}

CHARLIE BARBER x READER x DAN JONES THREESOME

Lost and Found - AO3 - (4.6k words)

You’re an artist in New York City patiently waiting to find your soulmate. But what happens if your soulmate didn’t wait to find you?

- THOTS -

Desperate, touch-starved fucking with Charlie

Cockwarming in the theater with Charlie

Charlie buying sex toys for reader

Building IKEA furniture + drinking wine

How Kind of You to Let Me Cum: etiquette kink with Daddy!Charlie

Counting belt spankings for Daddy!Charlie

Charlie rubbing your clit on the subway

Daddy!Charlie feat. squirting kink

Charlie comforting you after a hard day

Christmas party cockwarming with Charlie

Thigh-riding Charlie in his office

Professor!Charlie Barber fucking you in the library stacks

Charlie and a little bit of voyeurism/exhibitionism

Teasing Charlie like a little brat

Charlie fucking nonbinary!reader senseless for looking too good

Sleepy morning head with Charlie + erogenous zones

Charlie punishing you with edging, spanking, and overstim

Wearing Charlie’s hand like a necklace + mirror sex

Late-night somnophilia with Charlie

Distracting Professor!Charlie during office hours

Getting messy making pancakes with Charlie

Cockwarming for Charlie during his zoom meetings

Charlie taking his frustration out on you + aftercare

Student/teacher cockwarming with Professor!Barber

Falling asleep after sex with Charlie

Soft breeding kink feels with Charlie

- SNACCS -

Misc Charlie hcs: nicknames, sex, aftercare, + more

Charlie sending you gorgeous NYC lingerie

d-d-d-d-DADDY KINK + more

NSFW Alphabet: Unfair - remote control vibe

NSFW Alphabet: Cum, Jack Off, Fave Position, Goofy, Stamina

Charlie teaching you your manners before a fancy date

Daddy!Charlie on erotic piercings

Threesomes with Charlie: Adam, Dan, + Toby

PHILLIP ALTMAN - This Is Where I Leave You (2014)

- FICS -

A Great American Pastime - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Edging bratty sub!Phillip

Phillip messing with you during Passover Seder

Sudsy shower sex with Altman

Altman fucking you in the pool during a family bbq

Making Philly cum in his pants at a house party

Phillip buying you a naughty present

Pegging bratty Phillip

Phillip degrading + facefucking you

Handcuffing Phillip and riding his face

- SNACCS -

Phillip + Sackler on the BDSM test

NSFW Alphabet: Goofy, Motivation, Unfair, Volume

Spending Hanukkah with Phillip

Sending/receiving nude pics with Phillip

DAN JONES (au context) - The Report (2019)

- FICS -

MEET THE BOYS: Dan Jones - (550 words)

an intro to Dan in the jynzandtonic universe, in which he is still a Senate staffer and the lead investigator for the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence; this is not RPF

Business or Pleasure - AO3 - (1.7k words + ?) - WIP!

{part 1} - {part 2}

CHARLIE BARBER x READER x DAN JONES THREESOME

Long Day - AO3 - (2.7k words)

DOM!Dan Jones!

Consumed by his work for the Senate Intelligence Committee, Dan comes home to you tense and exhausted, desperate for an outlet for his stress. Lucky for him, his little dove always knows just what he needs.

Professor!Dan Jones AU - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Sensual phone sex with Dan

Subby!Dan with assistant!reader

Riding the fuck out of Dan in his office chair (drabble)

Disciplining Dan when he’s misbehaved

Semi-public sex with riled-up Daniel

Dan begging you to swallow his cum*

Surprising Dan with head when he comes home from work

- SNACCS -

Dan + Sackler soothing your anxiety

Dan + Ronnie on Daddy kink

Dan with a shy!reader

Aftercare with Dan

NSFW Alphabet: Cum, Jack Off, + Toys

TOBY GRISONI (GRUMMET) - The Man Who Killed Don Quixote (2016)

- FICS -

You Can, You Shall, You Must (multichapter) - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Distracting Toby mid-film by being a brat

Toby eating your pussy on the train + getting caught

- SNACCS -

Misc Toby HCs: fucking, protectiveness, aesthetics

Misc Toby HCs: thigh-riding, hair-braiding, polaroids

NSFW Alphabet: Kinks + WILDCARDS

Toby mustache HCs

RICK SMOLAN (au context) - Tracks (2013)

- FICS -

Meet Me in Moab (Vanlife!Rick AU) - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Watching sub!Rick jerk himself off for you

Rick shooting outdoor lingerie photos

Fucking a very touch-starved Rick

Making Rick cum in his pants

Rick worshipping readers phat titties

- SNACCS -

Roadtripping with Rick

Rick tickling and teasing your pussy

PAUL SEVIER - Midnight Special (2015)

- FICS -

Sugar Daddy!Paul Sevier AU - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Praise kink with sweet Sevvy

Catching feelings for Sugar Daddy!Sevier

Sugar Daddy!Sevier comforting you during hard times

Paul spanking you with his file folders

Giving Sevvy head so good he cries

Overstimulating sub!Sevier

Somnophilia with Sevier

-SNACCS-

Sevier comforting sad reader

ALL OF THE BOYS

DOM/SUB x LAWFUL-NEUTRAL-CHAOTIC Chart

- THOTS -

Dirty texts from all of the boys

How the boys feel about stretch marks

Cute lil’ domestic arguments with Clyde, Ronnie, Charlie, Dan, + Flip

The boys with pregnant!reader

The boys on hickies and love-bites

The boys on period sex

Loving on fat!reader

Sunday morning snuggles and ~shagging~

How the boys would ask you to move in with them

The boys with a nonbinary!reader (they/them)

How the boys would spend a snow-day with you

- SNACCS -

The boys on thicc thighs

Dominant/submissive x LNC chart for the boys

Charlie + Ronnie comforting sad reader

~Soft~ hcs for Flip, Dan, Sevier, Ronnie, + Phillip

TRUTH OR DARE with Sackler, Clyde, + Flip - part 1

TRUTH OR DARE with Sackler, Clyde, + Flip - part 2

TRUTH OR DARE with Charlie, Phillip, Ronnie, + Dan

Top three boys with a breeding kink

The boys on the BDSM test

Flip, Daddy!Charlie, Clyde, + Sackler on being called ‘himbos’

A lil’ bit of clit worship

Sweet + spicy hcs with Clyde + Sackler

Sweet + spicy hcs with Flip + Ronnie

What kind of porn the boys watch/read

Falling asleep and waking up with you

What to do to get the boys weak for you

Must-have songs on their “bedroom playlists”

How kinky do the boys get + fave positions

How the boys rate in the exhibitionist category

The boys taking care of you when you’re sick

NSFW Alphabet: Aftercare with Sackler + Charlie

NSFW Alphabet: WILDCARD

NSFW Alphabet: Experience

NSFW Alphabet: Dirty Secret

NSFW Alphabet: Location

NSFW Alphabet: No

The boys with a transman (transmasc!reader)

What the boys sound like before they cum

On finding out you’re bisexual

What the boys are like when they’re drunk: Toby, Dan, + Rick

What the boys are like when they’re drunk: Charlie, Clyde, Flip, + Ronnie

How the boys give hugs

What the boys prefer to fuck

Reverse cowgirling Charlie, Dan, Sackler, + Clyde

What alcohol the boys like to drink

A few New Year’s Resolutions

How the boys feel about verbal debasement/degradation kink

Size kink with Flip, Ronnie, + Clyde

Favorite rewards for The Subby Boys (TM)

Romantic nights with Flip, Charlie, + Clyde

Reactions to participating in skin-care pamering night

On dating a reader who does camming

The Babie-Daddy-Gremlin Triangle

The boys helping you when you’re overwhelmed with work

WHICH OF THE BOYS...

Would be most likely to roleplay Mulder/Scully with you

Is most likely to cum on you vs. cum in you

Likes to be called “Sir” (for scientific purposes)

Has the biggest dick - part 1

Has the biggest dick - part 2 (NSFW Alphabet)

Has the best cock

Prefer showers or baths

Is the dirtiest and softest

Give the best back scratches when tucking you in

Wear speedos vs. trunks

Want to bring snacks to sexytime (food kink)

Is an ass man vs. a boobs man

Would be into having a threesome, and what kind

Would want to have children*

Is the best at eating you out

Has the heaviest balls feat. @clydesducktape

Love facials the most

Is most likely to eat ass

Do I ship with each other + threesome ideas : paul x rick threesome, flip x phillip

Like to dole out orgasm denial/edging

Is the cuddliest

Is most likely to fuck the bratty attitude out of you

Has an edging kink

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MATT THE RADAR TECHNICIAN

- FICS -

The Dungeon Master - AO3 - (1.7k words + 1.9k)

{part 1} - {part 2}

Matt plays D&D on Thursday nights, and you decide to interrupt him for a good dicking. You get more than you bargained for.

CHAOTIC DOM!Matt

-THOTS + SNACCS -

HCs: Matt the Radar Tech, Cameron the Actor, + Mr. Ketchup

HCs: very NSFW chaotic-dom!Matt the Radar Tech things

Matt the Radar Technician’s pet chinchilla, Greg by @rollerdiscodiva

How you got together with Matt + misc HCs

A few Matt x chubby!reader HCs

Feral Matt the Radar Tech being... sweet??

What Matt’s cock is like

Feral Matt being a little sweet after sex

Crumbs on soft!Matt

Surprising Matt with some DnD cosplay sex

Matt + first-time somnophilia

Matt congratulating you for acing a test the way he knows best

Trying to give Matt a slow, sweet blowjob

Keeping grumpy Matty up late with some deepthroating

Sweet Matt buying you succulents

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SNL BOYS

-THOTS + SNACCS -

Wearing Christmas Lingerie while Daddy McTavish tries to work on Zoom

Your first Christmas with Mr. McTavish and Mr. Pennyham (Sleepover Dad)

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KYLO/BEN SPECIAL WRITING EVENTS

-THOTS + SNACCS -

Kylo’s guilty pleasures

Kylo fucking his hand in the refresher

How Kylo/Ben shows everyone you belong to him

Sub!Kylo begging you to let him cum

Tending to each other’s wounds after defeating Snoke’s guard

Dom!Kylo fucking your throat

Kylo/Ben and possessive behavior

Kylo and pregnant reader snaccs

Rough, post-battle sex with Kylo

Tending to Smuggler!Ben’s wounds (Mando!Reader)

Sucking Kylo’s cock in the refresher

Cockwarming in the throne room

Kylo watching you kick ass in training

Sparring with Kylo till he fucks you senseless

Daddy!Kylo Ren overstimming and spanking your pussy

Kylo/Ben taking care of you after a hard mh day

_____

SPECIAL WRITING EVENTS

KINKTOBER 2021 MASTERLIST

A full month of kinky prompts with all your favorite boys!

Love Letters from The Boys

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KINKS/TROPES - (will be expanded)

-additionally, all of these are tags that can be blocked 🖤-

daddy kink

hurt/comfort

virginity kink / innocence kink

pregnancy kink

breeding kink

size kink

fluff

body positivity

light verbal degradation / degradation kink

light bondage / bondage

light exhibitionism / exhibitionism / voyeurism

semi-public sex

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The Perfect Fit | Bucky Barnes x reader (part 2)

(part 1)

summary: after getting fitted by you, bucky’s going to try on the custom-made suits he’s bought. unless he makes his move now, he may not get to see you again, and he can’t let that happen.

word count: 6.5k

warnings: smut!!, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), a little d/s energy, mirror kink, stomach bulge kink, slight pain kink?, creampie kink, pussy spanking, light bondage, bucky being jealous

Bucky had a bone to pick with Tony, which was usually true but this wasn’t work-related for once. It wasn’t hard to find him in the same place he’d seen him last— eating his lunch in the kitchen, with Sam nearby chowing down on lo mein with a spring roll.

“Hey lefty, what’s cracking?” Tony greeted, mouth full but talking loudly anyways.

"I went down to that tailor you recommended—" Bucky began, but Tony was quick to interrupt.

"You went there? Dude, it's a really nice place, you can just call and she'll come to you instead, way more convenient."

"So now you say 'she'?"

Realization dawned on Tony’s expression. "Ahh, I get it. You're not used to a female tailor. Adds a little spice to getting fitted, huh?" he grinned, elbowing Bucky playfully.

Bucky’s throat felt a little dry when he heard that. "Don't tell me that's why you use her…"

"Hey now, I'm not a creep, I use her cause she's the best, and those house calls are great for discretion— you know, being a celebrity and all. The eye candy part is just gravy."

"Gravy candy sounds disgusting," Sam chimed in, missing the point entirely.

"Yeah, well, she mentioned some stuff that sure made you sound like a creep."

"Okay, well, you can't blame me for getting caught staring when I'm surrounded by fucking mirrors. Makes it hard to be stealthy."

"You could try not staring,” Bucky suggested flatly.

"Is that what you did?"

Tony smirked when Bucky failed to reply immediately. "Okay, so it's easier said than done,” Bucky admitted with a frown, “but still, I hope these house calls were strictly professional."

“What’s it to you, man? I think somebody’s jealous,” Tony purred.

“What? No, it’s not that,” Bucky denied.

“You love her,” Tony sing-songed, completely ignoring Bucky. “You looooooove her!”

"You are so immature," Bucky rolled his eyes, even though his heart was racing and he was pretty sure he was blushing.

"No, it's good for you! She's a catch, you're all brooding and stuff— maybe she can melt the Winter Soldier's frozen heart, hm?"

Sam laughed heartily. "Stark, you read too many comic books."

"You're saying you don't wanna see Icy Hot here shoot his shot with my tailor?" Tony asked, turning his attention towards Sam.

Sam pondered that, much to Bucky's dismay. "Depends. How hot is she?"

"Mega," Tony smirked confidently. "Legs for miles, and she wears these skirts that make her ass look—"

"I think I've heard enough," Bucky groaned. "I'm leaving. And don't ask when I'm going to see her again," he instructed, interrupting Tony just as he'd opened his mouth to speak, "because I won’t tell you.”

As Bucky left, he could hear Tony calling out into the hall: “But I’d be such a great wingman!”

Truth be told, Bucky had put off mastering the use of his smartphone. It wasn’t just that new technology made him feel old, but that he knew nobody would be calling or messaging him anyways; if the phone didn’t work, he would spare himself the embarrassment of waiting up for nothing.

But once he knew you were going to call? Suddenly, he was motivated to figure the sucker out.

A few hours later and now all he had to do was stare at it to make sure he wouldn’t miss you. Luckily, you didn’t make him wait too long. He recognized the number and decided to let it ring a few times before picking up, so it would seem like he had other things to do besides talk to you.

“Hello?” Bucky asked when he answered, so it would seem like he had other people calling him besides you.

You introduced yourself so formally that he was a little afraid that all that fun energy between you two would be gone. Thankfully, once he asked what you were calling about, you were back to being cheery and casual again.

“I was just calling to schedule when I could come by with your new suits!” you explained, sounding chipper.

His fingertips were a little tingly just from hearing you talk, nervousness making him antsy (in a weirdly good way). “I know you said it’s a one-person operation,” he responded smarmily, “but I figured you would outsource delivery.”

You scoffed, though it sounded more amused than irritated. “It’s not just delivery, I have to check the fit and make sure everything’s exactly to your liking.”

“Oh, well, I’m free all day tomorrow— and I think you already know my address.” Was it too forward? Too obvious? And why did Bucky spend half the time when he was talking to you second-guessing himself?

“Yes, Stark Tower is a relatively common destination for me. If he doesn’t mind us using it, Tony has a dressing room with plenty of mirrors so you can get a good look. But, I’d be happy to just go up to your quarters if that’s easier.”

He was not at all ready for you to see his room. No way he could clean it enough in the next twelve hours; and even then, lots of the team had made fun of how empty and plain it was, so he knew it would just make you think he was boring.

“I’m sure Tony won’t mind you using his dressing room, but he might mind me using it,” Bucky chuckled.

“Well, if he makes a fuss I’ll be sure to set him straight,” you decided confidently. Somehow, imagining you cursing out Tony was almost hotter than imagining you doing anything else. “Be sure to bring down your dress shoes so you get the full look and everything.”

“Uhhh…” he trailed off as he scratched the back of his head, trying to remember if he owned anything other than combat boots. “Not sure I still have those, to be honest.”

"Okay, you'll need shoes too,” you noted aloud, your voice a little distant; he figured you were writing things down, which was why you sounded distracted. “What size are you?"

"Thirteen."

"I'll bring a selection tomorrow,” you announced firmly. “And socks, of course. And some watches, maybe? And pocket squares."

"Is that it?" he asked sarcastically.

“Oh right, I’m bringing the ties you picked out, too. I’ll throw in some alternates in case your original choices don’t match the way you were hoping.”

“You really are full-service,” he chuckled.

“I get that a lot,” you replied, a hint of coyness to your tone.

There it was again; that jealousy. He hated it because he knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t stop it either. As much as his mind was completely aware that you were an independent, modern woman capable of handling herself, his heart was equally determined to protect you, and spoil you, and do whatever was necessary to make sure you were safe.

Worse, his gut was less innocent. Mine, it demanded, all mine. Nobody else’s.

He pushed it down and just tried to get through the rest of the call without saying something he’d regret. You confirmed the date and time with him, and he tried not to be too aggressive when he said he was looking forward to it.

He hung up his phone and sighed, staring off into space. Now all that was left to do was wait, and be overwhelmed with anxiety. Thankfully, he was good at the second thing.

"So, what do you think?"

I think you look so damn good from every angle. I think I might spend all my money on suits just to be sure I can see you again. I think you need somebody to love you the way you deserve. I think you’d look like an angel waking up in my bed.

You waved your hand in front of his face for a moment, calling his attention back to reality. “Helloooo?”

Drawn out of his trance, Bucky finally looked in the menagerie of mirrors surrounding him and admired his reflection, amazed by the perfect fit of his first suit. The difference in quality between this and something off the rack was beyond apparent. Most of all, your talent was undeniable. "I think it's beautiful."

You smiled proudly. "Of course it is, but do you like how you look in it?"

"Honestly? I feel a bit… out of place. I'm obviously not classy enough for a suit like this."

"Oh, nonsense," you dismissed.

He frowned, convinced this was all flattery. "No, seriously, this is… maybe I should just wear tactical gear to every event."

"Well, you'd still look good, but you're not always a soldier. Sometimes you're only a man. And every man should own a fine suit."

It was much too profound of a thing to say while you casually straightened his jacket, only to pop out from behind his reflection to smile at him in the mirror.

“Let’s get the next one on you,” you decided, helping him lose the jacket but having him move into a private dressing room to switch trousers and shirts. “I put a turtleneck in there instead of just a regular button-up,” you explained through the door as he changed, “in case you wanted to see it that way.”

Once he’d put it on, he stepped back out and you were looking at him so proudly— well, you were looking at your handiwork with pride, really, but he could pretend it was for him and hope actually impress you that much one day.

��I went with a shawl lapel on this one, as opposed to the last one which was notched,” you explained as you traced the line with your finger. “Spoiler: the next one has a peak lapel. But enough about that one: what do you think of this one?”

“This looks like something my friend Sam would wear,” Bucky decided as he looked at himself in the cranberry suit and black turtleneck. The shoes you’d had him try on with this were intricate as well, with subtle stitching in the leather and a shine so immaculate he could almost see a reflection in them.

“Well, is your friend Sam stylish?” you asked.

“He would certainly say so,” he smirked.

“I’m inclined to agree, because you—” you gave him a thorough glance up and down, so thorough in fact that he felt a bit exposed under your gaze, “—look marvelous.”

“Not pretentious?”

“No, no, it works on you,” you assured, “you’ve got the looks for it.”

“And what looks are those?”

“Um… good? Good looks?”

He definitely remembered a time when that seemed like the obvious answer, because he had relied on being good-looking for a lot of things in life, but that felt very far away now. Maybe it was just that people who didn’t know what he’d done could still think he was good looking, but everyone else saw the evil within beginning to leak out the way that he did.

But you knew what he’d done, didn’t you? You had to. You knew Tony, you were here at the Tower… unless you were intentionally not up-to-date on current events, you must have heard of the Winter Soldier.

“Don’t act so surprised,” you huffed, “as if it’s a big secret or something. You’re obviously very attractive.”

Bucky cleared his throat nervously. “Uh, thanks.” He wanted to return the compliment, but thought it might be inappropriate or rude somehow. You broke the silence quickly as you held up two pocket squares in front of him.

“Which of these do you prefer?” you prompted. He selected the solid gold one, making you smile. “I knew you’d pick that one.”

“How?”

“I dunno, just fits you,” you shrugged as you folded it and gently placed it in his pocket. Even through so many layers, your touch on his chest made his heart flutter. Your fingers brushing over his as you slipped a watch onto his wrist was enough to cause palpitations.

He looked better in this ensemble than he expected. This version of himself looked much more likely to be invited to parties than any other version. If only he actually wanted to go to parties.

You put him in the pinstripe suit last, after putting a few pins in the cranberry suit to indicate minor changes you would make later, and stepped back to ponder your work.

"Hm, unbutton those top two buttons for me?" you requested with a raised eyebrow.

I will if you do, he thought to himself, but silently unbuttoned his own shirt anyway.

"I mean, it definitely works like this, but I wanna see you in a tie. And I've got juuuuust the one," you smiled. Soon you were approaching him with a red paisley tie, and helping him button up his shirt and tying the tie for him— you explained something about how it was a unique knot he likely couldn't do himself, but he was too lost in having you so close to notice. It would be so easy to just reach up and grab your waist, pull you into a kiss, finally tell you how bad he wants you.

Well, it would be physically easy, but it would be very scary. Just imagining it had his heart racing.

“I heard from Tony this morning,” you informed him suddenly, slipping the tie around his neck and popping his collar up for him.

“Really? Is he in need of a wardrobe update?”

“Yes, but he hasn’t realized that yet so that wasn’t what he called about.”

He laughed a little at the jab, though it also made him a little worried what secret opinions you held about his own style (or lack thereof).

“We talked about you, actually,” you added.

“O-oh,” Bucky stammered, “uh, he’s not exactly my biggest fan. So whatever he said probably isn’t true.”

“He said that you have a crush on me,” you replied nonchalantly, not even looking up from your work on his tie.

Bucky gulped, and he knew you saw the bob of his Adam’s apple because you were staring right at his neck.

“Like I said, Tony isn’t a very reliable source,” Bucky replied, but his voice cracked in the middle and he cringed internally.

“I’ll write it off as another one of Tony’s off-color jokes then,” you dismissed, perfecting the knot of his tie and stepping back to observe him. He always felt nervous when you looked at him like that, like he couldn’t hide anything from you.

“What… what did you say, when he told you that?” Bucky asked nervously.

“I asked him what he was smoking and if I could have some,” you laughed. “I thought it was totally impossible— and don’t worry, I didn’t tell him that you got hard when I did your inseam.”

Bucky’s throat became dry at the same moment that his palms got clammy.

“I— um, I was just—”

“Oh, it’s fine,” you dismissed quickly, still talking about this all so casually which only made him even more confused, “you’re not the first, it happens.”

“I’m not the first?!”

“Yeah, if anything you were one of the few who didn’t say something creepy about it, which is always appreciated. It’s just a bodily reaction, you can’t control it.”

“Did Tony ever say something creepy?” Bucky pressed, his hands involuntarily tightening into fists— another bodily reaction he couldn’t control.

“You know, Tony said you were really worried that he had been inappropriate with me, or even that he and I had a fling or something,” you added as you stepped back, giving him a quizzical look, “and now it’s sort of sounding like he was right.”

“No, no, it’s not that, I just—”

“Was he right about anything else?” you pressed, raising an eyebrow.

“I was being nosy, I’m sorry,” he sighed, “it’s just that… and I know it’s none of my business, but the idea of him and you… it isn’t a pleasant mental image.”

You laughed a little, in a way that made him feel kind of small. “Why not? You know how he is. Definitely has a wandering eye… and occasionally a wandering hand.”

Bucky winced. “I swear, if he ever put his hands on you, I’ll go find him right now and beat him senseless.”

“What if I wanted him to?”

He nearly saw red, but he knew he had no right to be angry. You were a grown adult and he had no ownership over you… he just sort of wished that he did.

“So it’s true then? You and him…?”

“No, Bucky,” you laughed, “it’s not. Nothing’s ever happened between us. I generally don’t get involved with clients like that.”

“Generally? Is there an exception?”

You chewed your lip, seemingly a little thrown off by his question. “Uh, I mean, no— I’ve never been involved with a client, no, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Why would you say ‘generally’ then?”

“Uh, I guess I just… I wouldn’t want to rule anything out, that’s all. Never say never.”

And for a moment he almost wondered if you were flirting with him. Certainly not, with him having come across as both a jealous hot-head and a bumbling dweeb who pops a boner faster than a randy teenager, but just for a second the way you looked at him was… questionable.

“I mean, who knows,” you continued, “what if, hypothetically, some gorgeous guy walked into my store one night— a sensitive guy, who made me laugh and put up with me rambling about ties for the better part of an hour— and I was supposed to dress him up when all I wanted to do was undress him?”

Your finger started to trail down his chest lightly, tickling his skin through the dress shirt.

“I wouldn’t want to think he was off-limits just because he’s a customer… right?” you asked quietly, looking up at him and biting your lip.

He was afraid to make the wrong move, but he really really hoped this was flirting.

“I don’t think anyone would object to being dressed or undressed by you,” Bucky responded, hoping he could stay neutral until he was sure what you were talking about.

You chewed your lip, looking away as if you were thinking about something.

"I know I certainly haven't. And wouldn't," he added, feeling the need to say something.

You nodded, placing his tie inside his jacket and seeming happy with your work.

“You know, the fit looks great," you announced, "but I’m a little worried that one of the measurements was wrong. Mind if I do your inseam again?”

His throat was dry all of a sudden, but he responded quickly anyways. "Uh, go ahead…"

You looked up at him as you started to sink to your knees, very slowly. That little move looked real good in the mirror behind you. “Last time I did this, there was something getting in the way, made it difficult to know if I was doing it right…”

"M-my apologies," he whispered.

"Oh no, I'm not complaining," you purred as you slowly began to run your fingers up the side of his leg, keeping searing eye contact until his knees felt a little weak.

When your hand reached the top of his inner thigh, the back of it brushed against his balls and he shivered. Delicately, and so excruciatingly slowly, your hand moved higher and gently rubbed his erection through the fabric.

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath.

It must have been all the anticipation that made it so intense, made shivers run up his spine every time your hand moved over his length, made his toes curl inside the ridiculously fancy shoes you’d put him in.

“I’m gonna take it out now, okay? I promise I won’t measure you here,” you winked.

"You can if you want," he shrugged, deciding now was the time for feigned confidence if there ever was one. “I mean, if you’re worried about fit…”

You bit your lip, and he was proud to see the effect his words had on you. “I’ll be honest, I am a little worried it won’t fit…” You were quick with his belt, but slow with his button and fly, apparently having more fun teasing him. “Fuck, Bucky,” you groaned softly as you took his cock out.

“Don’t look so excited, doll, you’ll give me an ego,” he purred.

“Can’t help it,” you sighed, “looks delicious.”

You licked a long wet stripe up from the bottom all the way to the tip, making a show of licking up the bead of pre-cum before taking his head into your mouth, and Bucky blinked a few times to be sure that this was actually happening.

"Been wanting to do that since I first saw you," you admitted, grinning as you stroked him right beside your face, which only helped to illustrate how big he was compared to you.

"Dirty girl," he praised with a smirk.

Flirting, he wasn’t so good at. Conversation in any form typically stressed him out. But this? This he was still pretty good at. And he’d never wanted it so bad before.

When you took him in your mouth again, you didn’t stop until you started to gag; he couldn’t stop himself from moaning through his teeth when you did it.

"Look up at me, princess," he instructed softly, grinning when you obeyed quickly. "Now look over there at that mirror. Look how good you look on your knees for me, choking on my cock."

You moaned around him when you made eye contact with your own reflection, and it felt so fucking good he almost lost it right then and there. He held your jaw, almost too tightly, and guided you as your head bobbed on his length. Your mouth was so warm he thought he would burn up— and it only got warmer the deeper he managed to get. God, he was so ready to pump his load right into your throat, but he wanted to do so much more to you first.

In one quick motion, he pushed you off of his cock, pulled you up to face him, and flipped you around, holding you to his chest with the metal arm and letting the flesh one start rubbing your thigh. This way, both of you were looking at the mirror in front of you, and he loved watching you gasp and moan as you felt and watched his fingers move higher and higher.

“I think it’s time to find out if you really are ‘full-service’,” he purred right against your ear, making searing eye contact with you in the reflection. “You’ve seen so much of me, but I haven’t seen nearly enough of you yet. Been daydreaming about what you could be hiding under these tight little skirts.”

As he pulled up the plaid-patterned fabric, he saw that you were wearing white, lacy panties and he groaned deeply.

“What are you wearing these for?” he teased, rubbing along the edge but never getting where you wanted— and he knew you were getting desperate, because your hips were starting to buck up into his hand. “Were you expecting something would happen today, sweetheart?”

“I— I was hopeful,” you stammered; instantly, he slapped you right on your barely-covered pussy, just hard enough to make you yelp and squirm in his grasp.

“You’re so shameless,” he chuckled darkly, “and I love it. I just hope this isn’t your usual routine— acting all innocent and batting your eyes so your clients will fuck you.”

“No, I swear, it’s just you, Bucky,” you whimpered, “there’s nobody else, please…”

“Please what? Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to… to touch me more,” you whispered, as if it was a secret and not patently obvious.

He slipped two fingers underneath the thin fabric, finding your clit right away (not difficult at all with how swollen it was) and rubbing it in gentle circles.

“Oh god,” you sighed, “Bucky…”

WIth his hand on your hips, it wasn’t hard at all to push you back into him so he could rub his aching cock against you.

"What material is this skirt made of?"

"It's a silk blend," you answered breathlessly, "about 30% cotton."

"It's soft," he purred before yanking your skirt up higher and pressing his cock against your ass instead, "but not as soft as you."

Next to go was your blouse, which he tore open to the sound of buttons flying every direction and bouncing off of the mirrors and floors.

"Bucky!" you yelped, but he could see your nipples harden through the lacy white bra. If there was any doubt that you had intended to seduce him today, the matching undergarments dispelled it.

After teasing your nipples between his fingers for a moment, he reached back down between your legs— and when his fingers slipped through your folds and moved down to your opening, he actually moaned just from how wet you are.

"Fucking hell," he growled, "you are drenched, princess. You liked sucking me off that much?"

"Not just that," you clarified, "you look really good in my suits."

He gave you a toothy smile in the mirror, using it to nibble on your ear a bit. "You deserve most of the credit for that," he purred.

"No, no, I don't," you whined, "you'd look sexy in a paper bag, honestly… you turn me on so much, Bucky."

“Did you… think about me? After I left your shop the other night?” he asked playfully, already foreseeing your answer from the way your thighs clenched and your lips let out the subtlest gasp.

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“You’re smart enough to know I want you to be more specific than that,” he chuckled.

“I thought about you that night… after I got into bed…” you elaborated slowly, clearly distracted by the way he was moving his fingers: delicately, but with obvious intentionality. “I thought about what it would’ve been like if you had grabbed me and kissed me, shoved me against the wall, fucked me right there on my desk… in front of the glass wall, where anyone could’ve walked by and seen you claim me…”

His cock was throbbing, and he wasn’t sure if it was from the image itself or from the knowledge that you’d been fantasizing about it. “Were you touching yourself?” he growled.

“Yes,” you sighed, your thighs starting to visibly shake, your knees bending towards each other in the mirror.

“Show me how,” he demanded. “Show me exactly how you were playing with your needy little pussy while you thought about me.”

Your hand found its place on top of his, your fingers starting to move his to the specific place, guiding his movements to be faster and rougher.

“Oh, I see,” he grinned, “you don’t like to tease yourself, do you? You like to jump right into it, come as many times as you can and rub yourself raw in the process?”

You nodded feverishly, panting and whining and writhing in his grasp.

“You’re so desperate, honey… such a shameless cockwhore for me.”

“For you,” you repeated through your trance, “Bucky, ‘m close… keep touching me, please…”

He kept his thumb on your clit but gently slid one finger inside you, both of you gasping at the sensation (if for different reasons).

“So tight,” he hissed, already pulling it back out, “fuck, and just for one finger…”

“More, please,” you begged mindlessly.

“More? Sure you can take it?”

You bit down on your lip as you nodded, and he pushed a second finger in beside his first. He felt you struggling with it, both in your walls and in the way you winced a little, but you softly begged him to keep going so of course he couldn’t stop. You adjusted quickly, your wetness starting to run down his hand.

“Fuck me,” you whimpered, “now, please, can’t wait anymore.”

“Yes you can,” he encouraged, “and you will, cause I need to taste you first.”

Pulling his fingers out of you, he flipped you around again, finally kissing you the way he’d been dreaming of since he first saw you. It was intense but not too dominating— in spite of everything. It was a romantic sort of kiss, maybe too romantic for the situation (that being his cock out and hard and pressed against you, and his fingers covered in your arousal) but perfect nonetheless.

“That’s not what I thought you meant when you said you wanted to taste me,” you giggled when he pulled away.

“No, I meant it the other way,” he smiled, “I just wanted to do that first.”

He picked you up suddenly, making you gasp a bit, but knelt down to lay you on the floor pretty soon after. You looked up at him with wide eyes as he lifted your leg and kissed his way up. He could smell your need, and he worried it would drive him wild before he reached his destination.

Pulling your soaked panties aside, he realized he could probably come just from looking at you. “Such a gorgeous pussy,” he growled his praise, leaning down to plant a few more teasing kisses over the inside of your thighs. Finally, he started with one long lick, just like you had with him, but you weren’t so patient to tolerate it. Nearly instantly your fingers pulled his hair, clearly trying to guide him to tease you less, but he couldn’t be swayed to go easy on you.

“I hope you’re not forgetting who’s in charge,” he smiled hungrily.

“And what if I am?” you returned, clearly looking to get on his nerves so he’d get rough with you. He was happy to oblige.

Bucky sat up and loosened his tie, slipping it off of his neck with a smirk. "Now, this is 100% Venetian silk, so it should feel nice around your wrists," he cooed. You offered your hands willingly, and he got a chance to show off a few complex knots of his own. "Now be a good girl and keep those hands above your head, alright?"

You did as he asked, freeing him to hold your legs open as he devoured you, alternating between teasing your bud with the tip of his tongue, and fucking you with it.

"You taste like heaven, doll," he growled when he came up quickly, "and the way you moan when my tongue's inside you? I swear I could die happy right now."

"I wish you wouldn't though," you whimpered.

He laughed a bit before he got back to it, letting his tongue focus on your clit while he filled you with his fingers again. Your walls clenched down on him occasionally, and when it became more frequent just as your moans became louder, he knew you were close.

"Stop, stop," you sighed suddenly, pushing him away.

"Are you alright?" he asked, nervous he'd done something wrong.

"No I'm fine, I just… I don't want to come yet. I want you inside me first."

"And what about what I want, hm? What if I want to watch you come just from my tongue?" he offered instead, though he was definitely still very persuadable in this regard.

"I know you wanna fuck me, Bucky, don't make me wait any longer,” you moaned, your back arching up a little from the floor.

Not needing to be told twice, he flipped you onto your elbows and knees, making sure you could support yourself with bound wrists before letting you go. His hands running over your exposed ass and thighs made you shiver, and he smiled down at you. At this point, he was probably more desperate than you were, but he was doing a much better job of hiding it, even taking the time to reach up and undo a few of the buttons of his shirt, because wow suits are warm and not meant for his level of physical activity.

Still, he figured he had waited long enough— he needed to fuck you while he still had at least a shred of patience left. He was going to need it if he was going to give you time to adjust to him.

Holding his cock and rubbing it through your folds, he chuckled when you whined and dropped your head down in a pout. He loved watching your expression shift into a gasp as he pushed in.

He went slow, but he didn't stop either. He wanted to test you just a little. He wanted to stretch you open.

"Fuck," you cried, "god, you're so… you feel so…"

"Look in the mirror," he instructed coldly, although the coldness was just a front for the way he was holding himself back as your body swallowed him so beautifully.

You moaned again, higher-pitched and weak, just as he finally got all the way in. He waited until he felt your body relax a bit before he asked if it was okay for him to move yet. You answered with a quick nod, a breathy "please," and he didn't need any more encouragement.

It was probably too fast to start off with, but god, he'd been waiting so long to fuck you like this.

"Baby," he whispered, "you're so perfect."

He held you steady and thrusted deep, so deep that it made you gasp each time. You looked incredible, and you felt incredible, but the way you sounded was just… divine. He could never have imagined the beautiful way you would sound when he was bringing you pleasure like this. Having heard it, he wanted to make you sound like this as often as possible from now on. Technically he couldn’t even be sure he’d get another chance to, but surely sounds this perfect meant you had to be having a good time, right? Ideally a good enough time to call him again?

He was snapped back to focus when he saw your eyes flutter shut with pleasure.

"Don't look away from that mirror, honey," he growled, "don't close your eyes. Look how pretty you look like this."

He could tell you loved it from the way your channel fluttered and flexed.

"You like watching yourself get fucked, princess?"

"Yes," you sobbed as he grabbed your hips harder, hoping to leave a bruise, "it feels so good, Bucky, please don't stop!"

"I won't stop, pretty girl. Not until you cream on my cock," he grunted.

"Fuck, I'm close," you whined, "Bucky, I'm gonna come— oh god right there!"

And he was sure it couldn’t be fake from the way your body tightened and released so many times, the way you quivered and your breathing seemed to stop for a moment. Even though he could barely take it, he kept fucking you through it until you were shaking so violently that he worried about your health.

“You feel so goddamn good when you come, princess,” he moaned softly. “Tryin’ to milk my cock for all it’s worth, aren’t you?”

You laughed a little, sounding exhausted, but as he kept fucking you he could feel how sensitive you had become. When he reached down to push your skirt back up to your waist after it had started to fall down a bit, he felt his own movements in your gut and it took so much not to lose his cool in that moment. Instead, he pulled your upper body into his so that you could see in the mirror the way your lower stomach was bulging a bit each time he pushed in all the way.

"F-fuck, Bucky," you whimpered.

"Anybody ever been that deep inside you before?"

"No, not even close," you moaned.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked gently, kissing up and down your neck slowly to match his lazy, teasing thrusts.

"A little," you admitted, "but it feels good. Don't stop."

He wasn’t so brutal with his thrusts, still deep but with a patient, measured pace. It staved off his orgasm a bit longer, and it made you moan all slow and throaty which was not better or worse than the needy, high-pitched moans, but enjoyably different. You didn’t sound as desperate anymore (probably because you’d already come), instead seeming relaxed and calm— if still arching your back and biting your lip nonetheless.

"I wanna come inside you," he whispered right against your ear; he could feel the way you shivered as a result.

"Please," you whimpered.

"Is that what you want? Wanna be full of my come?"

"Yes," you sobbed, "yes, please Bucky I need it so bad!"

"Fuck, gonna fill you up so good, doll," he promised gruffly. "Want me to make you mine, beautiful?"

He knew it was a risky thing to say, but his risks had paid off so far, and he wasn't in his most cautious mood.

"Already yours, Bucky," you sighed, "I'm yours, please come in me…"

It hit him suddenly when you said that, and harder than he expected. He hadn't come like that in… he hadn't come like that ever. He preferred not to think about the sudden, wavering moan he let out in that moment because he wondered if it sounded unsexy, but thankfully his mind was distracted by the overwhelming sensation of his softening, sensitive cock still within you.

He managed to maneuver you in the way he needed as he pulled out, leaning you back into him and holding your legs open to the mirror in front of you.

"Look in the mirror, sweetheart,” he instructed, his whisper a little labored as he was still catching his breath, “watch my come leak outta your pussy."

You seemed to be in awe of it, despite it being the obvious outcome of what had just happened. To be fair, he was in awe of it in a sense, too; a thick, slow stream of sticky white come dripping down from your swollen hole and onto the floor… it was mesmerizing.

Your body was limp in his arms as he finally allowed you to rest, your eyes falling shut as you melted into his embrace. He took a moment to untie your wrists, tossing the garment aside with an exhausted sigh. “Bucky…” you mumbled sleepily, apparently just to say his name.

“Was that… sort of what you were hoping for today?” he asked softly, kissing your temple.

“And more,” you giggled. “Oh my god, I… I don’t even know how to describe that… you’re so… fuck, I don’t know, my brain is totally jelly right now.”

“In a good way?”

“In the best way.”

He smiled, admiring your vacant-yet-pleased expression and feeling satisfied with his work. You turned over to lay your head on his chest, and he gladly draped his arms around you in response. Holding you like this felt so purely right, in a way so few things did to him. Funny enough, even just having fucked you on the floor and already holding you afterwards right now, he felt nervous again that he would say something wrong. You were a modern woman, after all, and maybe this was this ‘hook-up culture’ he kept hearing about.

“Was that true what you said, doll?” he asked gently, feeling you stir a little and slide a leg up to rest over his. “Did you mean it when you said that you were mine? Or was it just, you know, the heat of the moment…?”

You smiled a little, looking kind of embarrassed. “Um, yeah, I meant that… I’m yours, if you want me to be.”

He didn’t feel as guilty for feeling so possessive over you now. Clearly it was appreciated, in the right context. And he was now at least 75% sure that this wasn’t a hook-up. “Well, I’m yours, too,” he replied with a soft laugh, “whether you want me or not.”

“I want you,” you confirmed.

You laid in silence together for some unknowable amount of time, but it was a purely unawkward silence. A peaceful silence, and one filled with possibilities, but not uncomfortable. Maybe it was uncomfortable in the sense that the carpet, while still being very plushy and expensive, was still the floor and not as forgiving as a bed… but it was completely worth it.

Part of him feared to ruin the moment by speaking, but much more of him feared that you would slip out of his grasp if he didn’t say something. "This may be the wrong time to ask this— or maybe just the wrong order to do this stuff in— but I wanted to ask if you'd like to join me for dinner sometime."

You laughed, but cuddled deeper into his chest. "Um, yeah, that would be nice."

"I just hope I'll find something nice to wear," he grinned.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes headcanons #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n

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wnnbdarklord · 3 years

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EDIT: so I started writing this like a week ago, but honestly the finale killed any desire in me to interact with this show in a fannish way. So have these half assed notes. I think it's obvious where I lost steam. These ideas are free for use for anyone who wants them in fic, have at you. As it is, I don't think I'll interact with this show as a fan any further than this.

How I would write a Loki show in bullet points (and a mishmash of short scenes and dialogue, let's be honest) for my sanity!

Presuming some disney exec came down from on high and forced the inclusion of EG!Loki and the TVA (because otherwise it'd be IW!Loki that survived and it'd be all about him finding his best life away from Earth, Asgard, Thor and the whole Thanos/EG situation. Or if I only had to include the TVA, it'd be IW!Loki dealing with the TVA, not EG!Loki):

Fair warning: this will likely be a mess since I'm not entirely motivated to not have it be so.

[cut for length]

Ep1:

- Loki escapes to Nidavelir and uses the tools there to get rid of the chains and muzzle. A CONTROLLED use of the Tesseract, thankyouverymuch

- the TVA comes for him and Loki is wary and on the alert, exhausted from the whole Avengers thing so he immediately makes a clone to interact with the TVA and observes from afar

- the TVA fall for it when they try to bitchslap him like in the show, but immediately regroup when it goes through the illusion and start a search pattern. Their tech can scan for his temporal aura and they close in on Loki quickly (show the TVA as at least somewhat competent or they're shit antagonists for Loki)

- Loki, who still has hold of the Tesseract, portals out of there

- what follows is a quick chase scene across multiple planets and realms, but the TVA are always on his heels. The longest time they take to find him is during an ongoing apocalypse on a random planet that's enough for Loki to get a quick breather. but you know, disaster's on the horizon, so he has to leave eventually. but this is the first clue both we as an audience and Loki get about potential hiding places.

- when an exhausted Loki finally turns to fight, he manages to take several minutemen out (justifying B-15's hate on for him) before one of them gets in a lucky shot and freezes him

- "Who are you people?" [short flash of Loki's eyes flashing green and the entire scene getting a strange cast, floating energy swirling around everything. It's beautiful, but the TVA people's energy is out of sync, out of touch and strangely jagged compared to their surroundings]

- they slap the collar on him and march him into the TVA

- Loki immediately tries to pull the same illusion trick but it doesn't work cause no magic in the TVA (maybe some visual indication of what he's trying to do, but it doesn't go past his skin. You know, like Sylvie managed in ep 3 -.-)

- he doesn't wildly panic, but we see his breathing speed up and he immediately looks at his left hand and relaxes when he sees it isn't turning blue.

- okay so the TVA have caught him, he's on their shit list, no magic, exhausted, no idea what's going on, who these people are or how powerful they are - he chooses to play nice for now and bide his time

- the whole intake process is spent in quiet observation mode, only speaking when spoken to

- discomfort at being out of his clothes, but maybe only a wry joke about them wanting to strip him naked (making him a participant in all the thirst jokes)

- he doesn't ask if a lot of people don't know they're robots like a child wanting validation and he's not visibly afraid. Instead, we see him look at his hand again and try for wry humor when asking. But he steps into the device without much hesitation. It's death vs certainty and we already know he's chosen death once before.

- the propaganda cartoon is much shorter and plays in the background so we can see Loki's incredulous eyebrow raise at it. the ticket thing gets an eyeroll, but ready compliance since it's not worth it to argue

- when he sees the other guy get "pruned", he immediately reaches for the ticket to reassure himself it's there, but doesn't wave it around triumphantly, just sighs in relief

- trial can stay mostly unchanged, just no stupid magic attempt in the middle

"It's not your story, Mr. Laufeyson, it never was" (AND THIS SHALL BE PROVEN FALSE, you know, unlike in the show where it turned out to be their fucking mission statement) also, Loki gives her murder eyes for calling him that

- in fact, instead of trying magic, Loki holds up the controller he stole from B-15 as she was escorting him to the trial and waves as he disappears through a door backwards

After that scene is the church scene with bodies, establishing Mobius as a hunter of dangerous variants. Someone is killing TVA officers

Mobius gets called back as in canon, but arrives too late to stop our Loki from leaving

Sidenote: Loki still has the tesseract since it was in his pocket dimension during the fight the TVA nabbed him in

Ep 2:

- it's now a few days/weeks later. Loki is back in his own clothes, a simpler outfit not geared for war. He's in the biggest library in the universe, the depository of almost all knowledge, looking for information about the TVA. there is Nothing, suspiciously so

- once again, the TVA shows up and he has to run yet again. maybe he kills this team too, to buy himself more time. he steals a melt stick and more time pads and reset charges

- he needs more information and the only place he'll get it is at the TVA it seems, so he shapeshifts into his female form, dressed as one of the many paperpushers at the TVA and we see her being relieved that the spelled clothing is holding once she passes through the time door

(another aside, but ideally the female form is more like Eva Green or Katie McGrath. AND NOT BLONDE)

- acting like she belongs, Loki effortlessly manages to snoop around the TVA for a few hours

- there's only one close call with C-20, but Loki manages to deflect suspicion by parroting the motto at her, which Loki reads from a nearby propaganda poster (cause Loki is good at lying, manipulation and flying by the seat of their pants)

- eventually, she ends up at the archive area and begins researching. We see that Loki is competent at this and is quick to pick up the filing system. the variant number from the papers she signed the episode before becomes relevant to finding the appropriate files

- before she can dig too deep into her own life story as laid out by these people, just as she finds the Ragnarok Report, Mobius finds her (maybe there was a silent alarm triggered by unauthorized access or something. Slightly more competent TVA)

- there is a scene where Mobius and Loki play a game of chicken and manipulation, wordplay and lying until it becomes clear Mobius knows who Loki is (actually establishing some camaraderie)

- Loki gets a little hoisted by their own petard since they're enjoying the banter so much, the backup Mobius called for catches them a little off guard, collared again

- since info gathering is still the name of the game, Loki doesn't try to get away just yet

(during this entire scene, Mobius is the same offhandedly condescending prick he is in canon, but it's very obviously framed that way)

(also featuring confirmation of the genderfluidity thing because fuck you disney)

M: "Nice disguise. Really had me fooled for a second there."

L: "It's hardly a disguise. I am always myself."

[Loki shifts back to male, though the clothes remain the same (shifting =/= magic)]

M: "Yeah, well, next time you want to go undercover at the TVA, maybe don't choose a face we already have from several other of your variants."

[Loki twitches a little, since that wasn't a form he openly wore a lot (even when he wanted to) cause Asgard is a dick about shifting genders]

L: "And how does that work exactly?"

M: "Got your entire life on file, buddy. But you know, sometimes Asgard isn't a complete stick in the mud the day you gather enough courage to show up to dinner in a dress. We usually have to prune those timelines quickly."

[Loki's grin is more like a snarl, frozen on his face, since he picks up the implications loud and clear (the implication being that him being too happy is not allowed in the Sacred Timeline)]

M: [picks up the files Loki was looking at] "Come on, I've got something to show you."

-cue time theater scene

-that little scene of looking out at the TVA does not feature Loki being impressed or awed at the TVA's tech. It features him being scared/uneasy because the TVA is completely dead to his senses. Loki's eyes do the same flash as before, but everything is completely dull, no energy anywhere. He can barely see some swirls on his own arms]

-Loki asks why this charade, Mobius tells him the TVA is willing to come to an agreement with Loki for his help

"You're not the only one running around messing up the Sacred Timeline. Come on, job interview time."

(it's really really not)

- Mobius tries the same schtick as before, but it's both less and more effective. Less cause Loki has had a bit more time to collect himself since the invasion, more cause he's more aware of the TVA's power and has been chased by them for a while now

- we see Loki being affected by the Frigga thing BUT he also picks up how edited the reel is

- still, he lets Mobius do the "only thing you're good for" bit until we see him look up with murder in his eyes, even through the tears

- "I am going to burn this place to the ground and I am going to start with you. That is my bargain."

"Yeah, cause your "bargains" [Mobius full on air quotes here] work out so well for you," he says, offering Loki a hand up

-cue alarm and Mobius rushing out

-Loki grabs the files Mobius left behind, and also the tape in the hologram projector and escapes

- no infinity stones scene, cause Loki still has the Tesseract and doesn't go to look for more

- cut to the TVA running around in a panic, multiple branches forming on the displays. It's the same bombing plot as in the show, but now serving as a distraction for Loki to get away

- when they figure this out, Ravonna: "You should have just pruned him when you found him. There's a reason we don't reset Loki variants. Our luck always runs out eventually with them. Fix this, Mobius. Or you'll have to answer to the TimeKeepers."

- back to Loki, he steps out into chaos as something explodes behind him. He's in another apocalypse. During his running from the TVA, he noticed it takes them longer to find him whenever there's a lot of chaos around him, death and destruction. He finds a still intact building, seems high tech. Everyone else has already evacuated

- he takes the Tesseract out and blue and green energy surges around him and engulfs the building. It's suddenly quiet and we see outside the windows are pitch black

- Loki quickly looks away

"Finally, some peace and quiet."

He slumps down to the floor, files scattered around him, tesseract nearby and curls up, dejected and exhausted

Side note: Loki doesn't need to worry about recharging tempads since he has the tesseract, which was established in Avengers as able to provide infinite energy

Ep 3:

- he finds out about the variants in this episode, maybe goes looking for other variants before the TVA finds them

-how Loki finds out the TVA are all variants: he'd knocked out B-15 for a bit to interrogate her

-they're found by another team of minutemen, led by B-16, who is wearing B-15's face. Several of the other minutemen we've seen Loki kill in earlier episodes as well. They attack *both* of them cause they assume B-15 is compromised. Loki and B-15 work together and kill the whole lot, staring at each other incredulously

"You're Variants! You're all Variants!"

[B-15 collapses to her knees in shock]

End episode

EDIT: My basic idea for episodes 4 & 5 were Loki and B-15 working together and travelling through various timelines trying to get to the TimeKeepers, but realizing something was wrong the further they went. Time begins breaking down, paradoxes are all over the place and the TVA keeps pruning some specific place so much that sometimes two teams are on top of each other. Stuff like that.

I also had a few scenes where Loki meets other variants (that aren't him), but who actually like and even love him. Men, women, variations thereupon, and one or two who would mistake Loki for their Loki. So we get bi confirmation without actually including romance in the show itself, because 6 episodes isn't enough to develop that along with everything else that's going on.

Vaguely outlined here:

My "how to include the bi thing without the main story being a romance and also indicating that Loki is able to be liked and loved by people who aren't just variants of himself, please and thank you":

(note to self, rewrite this so it makes sense lol EDIT: lol, don't feel like it so this is all you get, folks!)

a variant significant other, male: kisses Loki

Loki: You are clearly my type, but I'm sorry. I'm not him.

[heartbroken expression on the variant]

from another timeline Loki visits:

woman holding a sword to his head after looking at him suspiciously: Change back!

Loki: Into who?!

woman: Her!

[Loki shapeshifts into his female self]

woman lets go of the sword

"You escaped! When Odin took you away, I thought he would kill you. Why did you never come back to me, my love?"

EDIT: My "twist" ending was that the Time Keepers were dead, not that they never existed. Some sort of mcguffin exists to just break the whole TVA and free the timelines. Idk, maybe the TVA was just a test to see if it'd work, but the system just kept perpetuating itself after the power hungry losers kept it going beyond the bounds of the experiment. Either way:

villain plot twist: the time keepers are long dead. the TVA is a terrible system that perpetuated itself on its own, only a few judges were aware that the timekeepers had ever died. The entire System Has To Go (lol like disney would ever go there)

The system is literally Killing the Universe, since the universe's natural state of being is a multiverse. But the system don't care, system don't give a shit. System only exists to perpetuate itself, system's survival is the most important, catastrophic universal failure need not apply

(this is way too on the nose for disney, but since this rewrite's motto is Fuck Disney, it shall stay)

EDIT: this was how I imagined the climax of the series.

Mobius or Ravonna (i never decided): "All the chaos, all the possibilities? How can you stand the uncertainty? How can you believe the world will be any better than it is now?"

Loki: "Because it has to be!" [smashy smashy TVA]

series ends with the timeline breaking free

we see various scenes of the variants in their former lives, happy

and AU scenes of the previous movies:

Loki gets pulled up on the bridge

Loki accepts Thor's offer during the Avengers

Loki gets up on Svartalfheim, bleeding heavily, but doesn't go to Asgard but to Thor

Loki tricks Thanos during IW

Loki as an Avenger

Loki as a kid

Loki as a girl

Loki on jotunheim, fully jotun

Loki on Asgard, jotun

faster and faster, all sorts of different AU scenes until the screen goes dark and we see our Loki, smirking

"But...well, those are stories for another time."

and he steps back into the shadows.

#loki series spoilers #loki series negativity #loki series #fanfic #sort of #loki #half assed rewrite #half assed meta #my stuff

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stilemawillow · 3 years

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Hi can I request a dadlevi x momreader where they have a teenage daughter and the 104th cadet boys gave a crush on her and Levi gets really protective and the reader has to reassure him that she's not a baby anymore pleaseeee thank you😁

welp, i’m usually slow as a sloth with requests but if you don’t mind it being a short drabble i can sure as hell crack up sth soo sorry if it’s a bit too short but here goes, hope you like it anonie (also i kind of said trabble and it turned out 1500 words, sorry) ________________________________________________

“This is getting out of hand, Levi.” Your words were low around the table at the mess hall as your raven-haired husband fixed the cadets across from you with a murderous glare. You put a hand to his tense shoulder and could distinctly hear Mike and Hanji snort from next to you at Levi’s click of the tongue - still, his abuse didn’t stop.

Your daughter glanced at her father once, smiling happily from her place in between the cheerful males of the 104th squad and proceeding to be rather oblivious when it came to his foul mood. Admittedly, he hadn’t spoken about it to anybody but, as the mother of his rather grown-up child and the woman who’d spent well over two decades with him already, you didn’t need a verbal explanation to gather why he was being so pissy.

Since your daughter had been enlisted in the Corps (something her and Levi and you and her had had two separate rather long arguments about), she was in the spotlight, or, well, something of the sort. She was kind enough to communicate with her peers and funny enough to make them laugh, and the looks she’d mostly inherited from you did its part when it came to charming the rookies you’d later checked were named Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun, Connie Springer, Armin Arlert and partly, the very special Eren Jaeger.

They were her comrades and she regarded them as such - close people she would protect and work with in the future, and they regarded her the same with just a little bit of an ulterior motive. Naturally, parents were good at noticing those stuff and the usually emotion-incompetent Levi Ackerman was no exception when it came to Jean’s heart eyes mirroring his own aimed at you in the past.

As a good father who couldn’t, however, reveal his identity straight-up, he made sure to mentor the kids as harshly as he could, strict in his teachings and rather sadistic out of them. The poor boys had handled stable and kitchen duty more than any previous rookies enlisted and two or three of them had gotten lucky enough to clean up a whole storage of 3DM gear and run laps till they fainted. You were nurturing when it came to those undeserved mishaps and ended up playing the good cop who gave the poor boys water and let them sleep for the rest of the day.

Levi didn’t know it but the harder his punishments got, the more reason his daughter had to pity the boys and question her father’s behaviour. We arrive at a moment where he could no longer think of a suitable punishment to pull through with enough reason and, of course, your endless nagging on the topic. Your daughter didn’t need to know about this secret little bickering, as the cadets didn’t know she was your child and nobody but the superiors were aware of your relationship with Humanity’s Strongest Soldier.

“I’m just monitoring.” The raven’s excuse was laughable as you were leaving the mess hall and he literally stalked his daughter and her tall charmers to the training fields, where you decided to pull him along into the building and have a little talk.

“This is ridiculous, do you realise what you’re doing?” Your question struck nothing in him as he made his way to the second floor of the building only so he could observe from above the training the 104th cadets would undertake with Hanji. His hawk eyes pierced the window and the boys surrounding his precious little baby, and in that moment you felt a little soft when it came to reprimanding him.

“I’m watching my fucking child.” He argued with a grumble and crossed arms, making you sigh as you leaned against the window and observed his features. You could guess only by the pissed off twitch of his brow your daughter had been paired to combat with some of the boys he so disliked.

“But she’s not in danger.” You objected with a snort to which he rolled his eyes. “Also our child.” The addition made his frown more sarcastic, then you pushed at his shoulder and glanced outside. The sun was shining and your husband was silent - and you had to be a good wife and mother at the same time. “Now, I need you to hear me out. Our daughter is fifteen years old and she’s part of the worst group possible. Maybe we can concern ourselves more with her safety and happiness, not so much with the boys she has as friends.”

“It’s unacceptable for them to slack off this much, not to mention you’re defending her. You pointed it out, she’s just fifteen.” The emphasis was a cold slap in your face, then you were eyeing him pointedly.

“Levi,” his grey hues left the window for a second to lock with your gaze, “I was fifteen when I met you.” Your words made him suck in a breath but his obstinance had no limits when it came to his overprotective nature.

“All the more fucking reason for me to protect her.”

“No, all the more reason for us to watch from afar and let her live her life. She’s a teenager once and the fact she’s bonding with her comrades isn’t going to kill her.” The brow he quirked at you made you glare, then you beat him to speaking. “She’s not a baby anymore, we take care of her, yes, but we have to give her some freedom too. Otherwise, we’ll get a rebellious period and I can’t handle managing both your explosive asses once that happens.” His spiteful snort was provocative but his figure turned away from the window to glare at you - good, so he was buckling.

“My ass is explosive only when I drink too much coffee.” His childish retort made you chuckle - you took it as him admitting defeat by not addressing the issue any further.

“And when Hanji cooks.” Your joke called forth an eye-roll from him, then his lips pursed and you smiled at his pale countenance. “It’s fine being worried, she’s been sheltered her whole life and suddenly you’re forced to watch her form connections with people who’re not us. I would say, however,” your smile slowly curled into a smirk as you glanced at the training fields through the window, “she can beat up the boys if they annoy her without your help.”

His brows furrowed and his attention followed your gaze, and you watched your fifteen-year-old daughter flip the blond Reiner Braun over her shoulder with a move Levi had taught her when she was ten. He fell to the ground and, from experience, you knew how much it hurt when all the air was pushed out of your lungs in that moment. Next thing he knew, a foot had stepped on his dominant hand’s wrist and a small hand held a wooden knife to his throat.

In your peripheral vision, you saw the satisfied flicker in Levi’s orbs and decided he wouldn’t be arguing with you on the topic of this anymore. Also, he might as well spare the boys their duties. If his daughter could handle the biggest one this easily, she could land a kick to the testicles effortlessly if any of them proved problematic. You shook your head at the sight and how proud Levi seemed due to it, then you realised he was back to watching you.

“On the topic of us meeting when you were still a brat, are you insinuating anything?” You began waving your hands around in a “no” when he glared at the field, then at you. You’d just denied when he tactfully cut in with: “Far as I remember, you jumped me and you had eighteen.” You let out an awkward laugh and his glare got all the more deadly.

“Haha, about that. I actually lied so you’d let me.” The slow admittance slipped past your dry lips and you watched your husband doubt everything you’d told him in your shared life. You could see him recall everything and make sure he was in the right - except you’d been stupid as a teenager and twice as scheming.

“But your birthday had passed.” He argued coldly, unsuspecting of the truth and ever so sweet because he put so much trust in you.

“And about that, my birthday’s kind of a month after the date I told you.” You watched his eyes widen and began ranting, as per tradition when he came close to blowing a fuse and you wanted to avoid being collateral damage. “I know what you’re thinking, I’m so lucky that my wife is even younger than I thought she was, she’s so attractive and youthful---”

“I’m thinking how I’m about to beat your ass in our next combat session for lying to me for twenty fucking years, that’s what I’m thinking.”

#asks #drabbles #drabbles for anonies #levi x reader #levi ackerman fanfiction #reader insert #fluff with a daughter #with a spin at the end #because parents are more iconic than their kids sometimes

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thewhitejournal · 3 years

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Movie Night

Aaron Hotchner x Female!Reader Oneshot

requested by: @thomasgibsonfan01

prompt: hey I have a fluff request. for Hotchner x reader where they plan a movie night while jack is at a sleepover but jack gets sick so he comes home and hangs out with them while he gets better.

content warnings: a little cursing, sick little boy 🥺

hope you enjoy love! sorry it took me so long <3

A sigh of relief passed through your lips as you closed the last file on your desk. It had been a long day, and an even longer week. There was one thing getting you through it, one thing you kept in sight as your motivation to Friday.

Recently, Aaron Hotchner had finally asked you out, after months of pining from both of you. This Friday wouldn’t be your first date, but then again, the butterflies he gave you always made it feel like the first time. He’d planned a whole movie night while Jack was away at a sleepover, complete with pizza, popcorn, wine, and dessert. A thought lingered in the back of your mind though; you hoped the two of you wouldn’t be watching much of any movie, too enveloped in each other to be paying attention to the screen.

Quitting time had finally rolled around, the office mostly empty. Other than Aaron, of course, the workaholic. His desk lamp still shone through the open blinds in his office. A smirk grew on your lips as you ascended the staircase leading to his office, knocking softly on the door.

“Agent Hotchner, can I see you a moment?”, you called softly from the other side, teasing him with his authoritative rank. You heard him let out a deep chuckle from the other side; he knew your voice all too well.

“Come in, (Y/L/N).”, he replied, using your last name to play along. The two of you usually called each other by your first names, when not in an extremely professional setting, of course. You opened the door, entering the room and then shutting it quietly behind you. He looked up from his work, a smile on his face, and beckoned you over with two fingers, sending butterflies roaring in your stomach.

You pulled the blinds shut, knowing full well any remaining agents in the office would be aware of what’s happening behind closed doors and blinds, despite them being closed. The sound of your heels carried in the room as you walked over, an ever growing smile on your lips. You sat on his desk in front of him, running your hand through his hair.

“Happy to see me, (Y/N)?”, he asked, knowing the answer, as he rose from his office chair and wrapped his arms around your waist, lips pressing a kiss to yours like it was instinct. Which it kind of was, at this point.

You laughed, then sighed. “It’s been a long ass day, Aaron. A lot of paperwork.” You knew it was nothing compared to his workload; the boss always had more to do than everyone else. But you, along with the rest of the team, knew he could handle it. Even if he needed a break, he’d push himself. Well, tonight, you’d be pulling him from his work for a well deserved break.

“Don’t I know it. Ready to get out of here?”, he asked in a voice you’d almost classify as sultry, accompanied by a look in his eyes you couldn’t quite place. You smiled nonetheless, knowing his intentions to be very good.

“Absolutely, sir.”, you said with a chipper tone, saluting him as you stood from the desk. He rolled his eyes and laughed, placing his hands on your cheeks. He kissed your lips with a bit of need, which you had for him as well, so it didn’t bother you at all.

After you’d both gathered your things and tied up loose ends for the day, you headed to the elevator. The two of you tried to keep your relationship a secret at the start, but it was too hard for both of you. Plus, it was a little noticeable by a group of profilers when you left and arrived within minutes of each other every day.

The ride to Aaron’s place was short, and you were ready to kick off your heels and enjoy that wine. And maybe enjoy your company, too.

Aaron unlocked the door, throwing his jacket and briefcase on the couch. You did the same. He headed to the kitchen for the wine, calling out at you to make yourself at home. You were about to slide your heels off when his phone rang. Immediately, you could tell in his tone something was off.

“What happened, is he alright?”, you heard him ask. You hurried into the kitchen to stand at his side, placing a hand on his arm. He mouthed something to you: ‘It’s Jack’. Your heart sank. You loved that little boy, despite not knowing him or Aaron for very long; the Hotchner boys held a special place in your heart. You waited in silence to hear the problem.

A voice spoke hurriedly on the other end, but you couldn’t exactly make out what they were saying. Aaron’s dark brows furrowed on his forehead. You could practically watch his gears turn as he processed whatever he was being told.

“Okay. I’ll be over soon.” With that, he ended the call. He explained to you that Jack had gotten sick while at his friend’s house; he wasn’t feeling well and he felt feverish, begging his friend’s mom to call Aaron. “I have to go pick him up, but if you want to go home then-“ You cut him off.

“No, no, Aaron, I wouldn’t dream of it. I want to stay, help with Jack. Make sure he’s alright.” He smiled at your words, placing a kiss to your forehead. No way would Aaron attest to having more time with you. Quickly, the two of you headed out the door to get Jack.

After arriving at the friend’s house, you waited in the passenger seat while Aaron went inside. You chewed at the inside of your cheek, leg shaking with anxiety. You hoped Jack would be okay. Hotch came out soon afterwards, Jack in his arms along with his little overnight bag. He was wearing his little pajamas already, arms wrapped tight around his dad’s neck. You jumped out of the car and opened the back door for Aaron, and he mumbled a ‘thank you’. Once Jack was situated in his seat, Aaron pulled back, about to shut the door when Jack looked up at you with those big brown eyes. The eyes that always reminded you of Aaron’s.

“Miss (Y/N)?”, he asked in a small voice. You smiled, heart warming at the sound of your name coming from him.

“Hi buddy. Wanna go home and watch some movies? Maybe eat some soup?”, you asked him, holding his little hand. He quickly reciprocated, squeezing your hand. He nodded eagerly. You smiled, squeezing his hand one more time before Aaron shut the door.

“Thanks for staying. It really means a lot, to both of us.” Aaron said to you, his gaze wandering to his son inside.

“Are you kidding? I wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else on a Friday evening. Movie night with my boys.”, you replied, a huge grin on your face. Aaron’s lips mirrored yours, the smile spreading to his eyes. He kissed you, with the most love you’d ever felt from anyone. You could get used to this.

self spon for my aaron hotchner playlist (i’m very proud of it) enjoy loves! <3

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rouge-fox-expanded · 2 years

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Book of Boba Fett: Scapegoat Thoughts

Warning for spoilers for the Book of Boba Fett, also my opinions so read underneath if you understand and accept this.

I very much enjoy the character Boba Fett and his father Jango Fett. Some of my favourite star wars media for these characters is Star Wars Bounty Hunter (Ps2/Ps4), Star Wars Open Seasons, Star Wars Blood Ties and Blood Ties Boba Fett is dead (he isn’t). Also the recent star wars comic event War of the Bounty Hunters was fun, it was a larger scale event and Boba wasn’t the only focus but for what he got to do in it he was pretty good.

Now when the Book of Boba Fett was announced I was kind of hype, Tem Morrison had showed us all he’s still got it in his scenes in the Mandalorian so him getting his own show seemed not only right but also a brilliant opportunity to explore the character and with the actor from ATOC reprising the role of sorts the potential was there.

Now I’ve watched the whole season: here are my thoughts.

I will admit I enjoyed the book of Boba Fett but I am fully aware it had my bias of liking the character and loving the legends material to fall back on. Boba's return had started out promising and him taking over Tatooine with the motivation that he was tired of his kind (bounty hunters) dying because the ruling powers that hired them were idiots, greedy and by and large corrupt and evil. Couple this in with his character development with the Tuskens and it's a transition that makes sense and if executed properly it could have become something brilliant...and on reflection it wasn't executed properly.

This gentleman explains much of what didn’t work for season one of the book of boba for me and whilst I don’t agree with everything, his points do have validity: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWPJJq8gfiU&ab_channel=FullFatVideos

The Book of Boba had good concepts and ideas but the execution and build up or lack thereof is what lets this first season down. If we’re watching Book of Boba it’s safe to assume we know Boba and Fennec are partners and have some good chemistry so we don’t need as much focus explaining how that came to be, like wise given the series only had seven episodes devoting two of them to the OTHER characters not wholly plot revelant feels like this series exists as filler to keep us engaged until Mando Season 3 comes out and the Ashoka show is ready.

If I had creative control over the Book of Boba here is how I would have run it.

Episodes 1/2: They can stay pretty much as they are. As far as opening set ups go it works for the larger picture I have in mind. Yes even the hutts being fake out antagonists work

Episode 3: Episode three is where we need to shift gears, the mods being taken in by Boba and Fennec? Give us a training scene or montage of him putting them through the ringer, tempers can flare and maybe Boba nearly loses his temper showing despite it all he's got much of his old hostility within him but he stays his hand. Here is what should have happened...Cad Bane kills the tuskens, the pikes hire him to do it because it's a cheaper option and dealing with Bib Fortuna and his skeleton crew is more conducive for their drug trade. Cad could kick boba's ass in the past but decides he's not worth finishing as he's not really Boba Fett. This is the core problem with Boba through the series, Who is Boba Fett in this new star wars set up. In the OT Boba was the best bounty hunter that the Empire went to when Darth Vader didn't have the time/patience or know how to do a job, in the age of the Empire/Rebellion Boba was the best Bounty Hunter just like his father was the best during a time of the Republic's slow descent into destruction. Now that the Empire is dead and the remnants are trying to survive into something else and the Rebels are now the ruling power trying to make things sort of better but also too much like the old ways...what does this mean for Boba? Black Krssantan fight still happens, they stop him, Boba lets him go because it's not personal. He gets it and he gets a Rancor out of the bargain. Now we shift to him talking to Fennec and expressing his doubts. He's not sure he can do this but more to the point he's not sure who he is...and this leads to the build up to the next episode where Boba starts telling a story about Jango.

Episode 4: Jango episode. Jango is hunting down someone who wronged him in the past, a link to the mando civil wars (for much of this use open seasons and bounty hunter as canon) and based on intelligence he got from Dooku or Zam Wessel he's managed to track down the guy. Let's say the guy worked with Visla and was part of the plot which ultimately lead to the Jedi and Mandos fighting on Galidran and he goes through a john wick for Star Wars battle to get to the guy only when he does the dude is crippled and hugging a baby, his child. The man has very much abandoned the old death watch ways, is a shell of his former warrior self and has tried to start something new and he begs Jango not to end his life for the sake of his son. Jango however tells him to put the baby down and as soon as he does, he blasts the guy in the head. He then takes the baby off world and drops him off on another, more peaceful and much less corrupt one, puts him in an orphanage where he's assured he will find a loving family. Jango then goes home to Kamino and as he does he reflects on what he just did and if he is a worthy father figure for Boba. He wonders what it means to be who he is in this new time and era before he hides it all and has some good quality time with young 5 years old Boba. We then go to the final scene where Boba comes out of the bacta tank and Fennec tells him it's time for the sit down with the other crime families.

Episode 5: Much like how Episode 4 was done, only more time has past. The Pikes are now on Tatooine and maybe they approach one of the families only for the Mods to point them out and Boba comes in and kicks their arses, not lethally as he's sending them back with a message and it's a show of strength. They've captured the Mayor's majordomo and he's talking, maybe we have him scared when he hears the rancor yawn and we have a scene of Boba doing some rancor training and care before we have the sit down with the families. After that we then spend at least ten-fiteen minutes showing the mandalorian Din Djarin and end it with him coming to help Boba with the promise that what he went through will be explained in mando season 3 in the first episode. (Yes I know the Mando episode in Book of Boba Fett was awesome and yes I love it but that love is tainted by the knowledge that it’s in the wrong show).

Episode 6: Din and Boba both go to freetown to speak with Cobb Vanth, plenty of opportunities for friction and rapport either way and whilst Boba is gone Cad Bane comes to the palace representing the pikes and beats up the mods, before Fennec and Cad have a rematch. It's a tie and maybe Cad has to cut through the Rancor enclosure to make his escape and when Boba returns he has to calm it down further showing the bond between them. Cad now knowing Boba went to freetown does his bit to put them off the idea whilst the pykes attack Mos Espa only the mods intercept and they have a fight that prevents the total destruction of the sanctuary (this bit is important) and some of the mods die before Boba steps in and taps into his old Bounty Hunter mentality and kills the squad of pykes. The people in the sanctuary see this, as does Mos Espa. Cad Bane is told by the pykes that there is whispers in Mos Espa that Boba has inspired the people, Cad then demands more money to kill Boba and secure them Mos Espa.

Episode 7: The finale only now we have some proper build up. The Sanctuary is fortified, Mos Espa has rallied with Boba to fight the pykes and the other familes are remaining neutral because now...Boba has an army and he's showing strength so it's a clean Pykes vs Boba faction and Cad Bane is co-ordinating it (which we know he can because he was apex during the clone wars). We can maybe have some small flashbacks of Jango and Cad interacting from Cad's POV and some of Young Boba and Cad from Boba's POV before the final battle). The final battle can remain mostly intact, but the rancor should come to Boba's aide on it's own accord (obviously the trainer let's it out) because we should establish Boba can't get to Slave 1 and long range comms are down so the Rancor is his ace in the hole. Fennec still gets to kill pyke leaders only she brings the mayor back alive and the Boba vs Cad Bane fight you can keep the same except you make the author saving throw that Bane is alive revealed through the post credit scene and that Cobb is alive in the epilogue. The mayor is brought back alive and Boba shows to his surviving followers the man that sold them out to the pykes and ask them what his punishment should be, they vote death. Boba kills the mayor saying his people have spoken and thus his status as lord fett feels earned as well as maintaining his badass nature. More to come in Season two would be like dealing with the larger criminal network, black sun, hutts, crimson dawn but you've set up the foundations.

...I am not a professional writer as of now (aspiring) and yet I am fairly certain what I have written here will be considered in the comments by some as a better plot outline for the first season of Book of Boba than what we got. What we got was sort of good star wars but not good boba fett, and when you compare it to the story in star wars bounty hunter this hurts a little more. Star Wars bounty hunter is 20 years old and from an age when Star Wars was it's own thing rather than another feather in Disney's cap. Tem put so much into boba when he came back in the mando and yet when he got his own show the best episode of the season was the one where he wasn't in it...that is not right. So if they do a season two which I want, Boba needs to be the main character for all episodes, character focus needs to be key, as is rapport with his supporting cast. Cad Bane needs to have survived and fortunately they have reasonable grounds to make that happen and take the story off Tatooine, now that he's a boss he can deal with the black sun, hutts and others and maybe carve up a little mando criminal empire and also JANGO flashback episode. Tem deserves to be the star and the best thing in a show about Boba fett, he deserves to be the REAL boba fett and that doesn't mean Boba can't evolve but that evolution needs to come from a place where Boba truly was.

I did enjoy the Book of Boba but if I wasn’t a fan of Boba Fett I’d probably have enjoyed is less than I did. If he gets a second season it needs to be done right.

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OK, Word of Honor, Episode 9, and I know last time I got deep in the weeds about symbolism, but this week, I’m getting back to basics and rambling on (and on) about what this show is really about: Zhou Zishou and Wen Kexing and their relationship.

First, though, the usual warning: SPOILERS. Not just for this episode, but potentially for the entire show, so drive past and circle back around later if you want to watch all 36.5 eps unspoiled.

Bear with me on this one, because this ep spends a LOT of time on ZZS and WKX, and I think a lot of that time is ZZS making some Monumental Life Decisions, including how he’s going to proceed in this relationship and how he’s going to approach his life moving forward. But I’m finding myself needing to work through it chronologically, and it’s. A Lot. Also, let’s face it, ZZS has been my ride-or-die at least since he dropped to his knees and started disrobing in the middle of the throne room in Ep 1, so a chance to wallow in his emotional journey is a chance I’m gonna take.

So, we do have a brief opener when we find out Dead Guy who the Yueyang disciple was shrieking about at the end of the last ep is Fang Buzhi, AKA the Nine Clawed Fox, the guy who lifted WKX’s (Danyang) Glazed Armor (along with some replicas). He got got by mysterious somebodies in the previous episode, and we find out now that he has three tiny needles in his neck, which ZZS recognizes as a Tian Chuang technique. This leads ZZS to 1) assume it must have been Han Ying who did it, so the (Danyang) Glazed Armor is now in the hands of Tian Chuang, and 2) realize that maybe this is not the best place for the former leader of Tian Chuang to be hanging out right now, so he makes their excuses, because he knows that Gao Chong must be VERY BUSY now that he’s got this corpse on his hands, so they’ll just BE GOING, thanks so much. Gao Chong hopes to see them at the Hero’s Conference, and WKX responds in a Significant Tone that of course he’ll be at the Hero’s Conference, and now ZZS has his Thinky Face on again, because WKX is not nearly as subtle as he seems to think he is when he’s making Pronouncements.

The ZZS/WKX Show really starts kicking into gear that night, at the Getting Lucky Good Luck Inn, where we open on ZZS wandering contemplatively around his room, looking beautiful in the soft light of evening (your FACE, Zhang Zhehan) and ruminating on Prince Jin’s motives for wanting the Glazed Armor, like he’s never met this power-hungry asshole before. Also, he thinks to himself, wtf was that, with Gao Chong keeping anybody from seeing Chengling in the last ep? There’s a knock on the door, which momentarily confuses him - understandably, because as we’ll see, WKX doesn’t generally get the concept of announcing yourself and waiting to be invited in by knocking first, preferring to dramatically bust open doors (at least to ZZS’s bedroom) and grace you with his presence, whatever your thoughts on the matter are. He’s accompanied by waiters and dinner, and ZZS realizes his senses are going, presumably because he can’t smell this spread that WKX has procured in an attempt to prove what a good provider he is (what did I say about food and bonding? ZZS fed him in the market, and now it’s his turn to feed ZZS). WKX tells us that life is just three hots and a cot - which gives away more about your life than you would likely be comfortable with us knowing, Lao Wen, given how close to the vest you’re holding your cards – and that everything else can wait if you can have a meal with someone you like. :coff: (Also, remember this, it will come around again.)

Cut to dinner by flickering candlelight, the better for soft lighting to caress ZZH’s exquisite face, but ZZS isn’t into it at all, staring into space instead of eating WKX’s proffered Courtship Delicacies. This earns what’s possibly WKX’s most hypocritical and amusing comment yet, which is to ask ZZS, “What is it that you can’t tell me?” ZZS - apparently - is still feeling soft about WKX’s help against Tian Chuang’s Chengling-kidnapping attempt - or maybe he’s thinking that a little bit of opening up on his part will soften up WKX - because he hardly has to have a spoon dug into his ribs at all to admit that he’s wondering if it was a mistake to bring Chengling to Five Lakes Alliance. My dude, just steal him back, then. WKX laughs at him and tells him he’s got such a handsome face (true) along with a kind and innocent heart (false, he’s a former government spook and assassin, a part-time ill-tempered gremlin, and a whole-ass troll), and therefore girls will clearly go crazy for him (true, just ask me). ANYWAY, A-Xu, (WKX continues) now that the requisite random no-homo boilerplate is out of the way, are you really thinking of taking on Chengling as a disciple, because now is apparently not too soon to have the adoption conversation about Our Son. I almost expect him to pull out the adoption papers then and there. Instead, he pulls out a story - which is awkwardly placed and kind of clunky, actually, despite being thematically important - of a dog he had once, given to him by Someone Very Important, although of course he’s not going to say who that was (:facepalm:), and his mother warning him that he’d have to take care of it for life, and then he betrayed it.

So, there’s a lot going on here. We’ll eventually find out that ZZS gave Zhen Yan a puppy, so will this story of a gift dog jog ZZS’s memory into realizing that WKX is Zhen Yan without WKX actually telling him, so that WKX can tell his Bundle of Neuroses that it’s not reeeaaallly WKX’s fault ZZS figured it out? Also, WKX sees ZZS being like this about Chengling, and in the Chengling = Zhen Yan equation we’ve already established, is it possible this will prime ZZS to remember another disciple/young boy he took responsibility for, at one point? Of course, on ZZS’s side of things, it’s possible that hearing about this dog that WKX failed is likely to remind him of the way he failed his own responsibility to all the other disciples of Siji Manor, so, excellent way to take a stab at his heart, WKX! However, ZZS breaks the miserable tone we’ve become mired in by smacking WKX, chiding him for comparing their son to a dog, and getting them drinking. See, here, Chengling is the dog. Earlier, the two sisters A-Xiang rescued were the dog. Later, A-Xiang will be the dog. Unfortunately, WKX is going to have a blind spot and never quite realize that, in the Ghost Valley schema he’s set up, the Department of the Unfaithful is also the dog, but we’ll get to that in later eps. For now, cut to later that night: After dinner and a washup, ZZS sits on his bed, and we get some special effects to indicate that his hearing is also giving him problems, so he deploys his special Nightly Nails Torment meditation pose, and then we get the second instance of WKX playing the xiao to help him meditate and rest. (Junjun, your hands on that xiao …) ANYWAY, we get a gorgeous little bit of physical acting from ZZH here that could easily have been overplayed but is nicely restrained and subtle, with just the slightest smile when ZZS realizes WKX is playing, and then his whole body visibly relaxing as he allows himself to sink into WKX’s now-familiar musical embrace the meditation. It is :chef’s kiss:

Cut to next AM, when ZZS is now a very cranky boy, and I get this, because I also am exceedingly irritated when people bust into the room where I’m sleeping with an abundance of cheerfulness and try to get me to interact and do things without at least half an hour to creep my way out of bed, two cups of coffee, and an hour of silence before any attempts to converse like a reasonable human being (I’m looking at YOU, mom), and I don’t even have the excuse of seven Nails pinning me. Also, when WKX whips off the blankets, we learn that ZZH dresses to the right. :hands: I’m just making an observation. So, WKX wants to go to Yuefan Tower like some kind of wide-eyed tourist, and despite some smacking and scowling and death threats, we then smash-cut to the Tower, where ZZS has apparently come to the conclusion that the only way to deal with the ADHD gremlin crawling into his bed is to humor him about this daytrip. I think you could have come up with some more creative ideas that didn’t involve leaving bed, but I guess you’re not the fast one in this relationship, Zhou-ge. Srsly, though, I’m sure WKX would have been happy to do all the work, my dude. (I don’t always have strong top-bottom preferences, but you probably aren’t going to have much luck convincing me that ZZS is not a pillow princess who wants to just lay back and be spoiled. “Aren’t you a very capable man?” indeed. WKX has to do ALL THE WORK, god. I don’t know if I’m swimming against the current here – god knows I was in Inception fandom, where I felt the same way about Eames - but here we are.) Also, I can’t believe WKX didn’t just sit in the bedroom and creep on A-Xu’s beautiful sleeping profile for at least the amount of time it would have taken to drink a pot of tea, another viable option if it was me in this scenario. Tch. What kind of stalker are you, Lao Wen?

ANYWAY, at Yuefang Tower, ZZS tells us about the Four Sages of Anji, a senior-citizen polycule of soulmates who are, conveniently, at this very moment, on a boat in the lake beside the tower, playing music and sword-dancing. This is the first time they’ve been seen in 10+ years, after they put down their various swords and ran off together to live like hippies off-the-grid in the woods, probably skipping around naked, drinking “tea,” and having lots of sex. ZZS sighs wistfully while recounting this tale and calls them “a breath of fresh air.” There’s some discussion and poetry quoting and literary references to soulmates, and somewhere in here we get a shot of ZZS and WKX from behind which makes it super-obvious how hard they’re working the costumes to make Gong Jun look as broad as possible. He’s got the power shoulders on this set of robes, compared to Laopo ZZS’s soft, unstructured, flowing robes, and with those shoulders tapering down to the belted waist, they’ve got Junjun seriously working the Chris Evans Dorito silhouette. Meanwhile, focus back on their conversation: ZZS thinks that “the world is not important, finding a soulmate is,” giving some MAJOR FORESHADOWING for the end of the show (which we are accepting as “Ep” 37 because WE ARE), when we get that icy separation from the rest of the world but they have each other. WKX gives him a yearning look. ZZS looks back … there’s really no other way to put this … coyly, not meeting WKX’s gaze directly. This offers WKX and us a chance to admire his profile once again, thank you, Laopo. ZZS waits until WKX looks back out at the lake before looking at him directly, and his face journey, y’all. He’s thinking that it might not be bad to spend his remaining time with this soulmate, I think he’s starting to re-think the slow suicide, and he’s also thisclose to just letting WKX have him. Y’all, he seriously wants WKX so bad, here. It may be the first time we’ve seen this level of interest from him - it may be the first time, in all that we’ve seen of him, that he allows himself to even have that kind of interest. I think this is the next big step from Ep 6, when he allowed himself to enjoy being desired - now he’s allowing himself to desire, to want something again, other than a chance to drink himself to death in the gutter. This, right here, is a crucial point when he makes the decision to spend whatever time he’s got left living rather than just dying, and I’m flailing on the couch. This is the face of a man who’s ready to Make Some Declarations while getting railed within an inch of his life. SOMEONE IS GETTING SOME TONIGHT. Or he would if he wasn’t going to turn out to be such a fuckup. FFS, WKX.

But first, we cut to a scene of them back at the marketplace, wandering through as WKX mocks various sects in town for the conference – including the Mount Hua boys, who apparently look like virgins make their first trip to a brothel – and ZZS supplies background info on them. WKX asks if ZZS can tell what sect WKX is from, and ZZS calls him a messy bitch before asking if WKX can please stop making him play guessing games about everything and just tell him what WKX so clearly wants ZZS to know. (I know, right? But no, because then WKX might get what he wants, and he’s way too terrified for that, so you have to guess. That way, it’s not his fault when you figure out who he is and reject him, as anyone clearly will do because he’s unlovable and unforgiveable and not even really human, A-Xu.) WKX immediately changes the subject to ramble about the Hero’s Conference and how laughable all the sects are for wanting to be seen as heroes, blah blah blah, rinse and repeat. ZZS comments that only inexperienced people want to be heroes, that experienced people know “every character of the word hero is written in blood,” and yes, the character they’re using for hero, “ying,” is still the same character used in Han Ying’s name (which is not, by the way, the “ying” used in Wei Ying’s name, to cross streams for a moment). ZZS says he’s too old to be a hero (I and my knees feel you, my dude), now he’s just a wanderer, and he asks if WKX wants to be a hero or a wanderer, and WKX says that as a wanderer, all he needs is ZZS, and I’m telling you, someone absolutely would be getting some tonight if only he wasn’t such a fuckup, Lao Wen.

I’m’a try to wrap this up soon, because it’s gotten v. long, but we then cut to that night at the Getting Lucky Inn, ZZS drinking in his room, WKX busting in with his usual dramatic flair, with wine, inviting ZZS up to the roof to drink and look at the moon. He clearly has ulterior motives, but unfortunately for everyone, we’re going to discover they’re not the ulterior motives ZZS is expecting. As they lean back on the roof together, hands almost-but-not-quite touching, a romantic tune playing, WKX tells ZZS that he’s like, really happy! Just super happy! So happy! Ask me why I’m so happy, A-Xu! Spoiler alert: It is, unfortunately, not because he’s getting ready to get some from his laopo. This is particularly unfortunate, because ZZS chooses this moment to take another big step in this relationship, telling WKX that he’s not going to ask about things WKX doesn’t want to tell him, that he’ll wait for whatever WKX wants to tell him. On the surface, this comes off a little bit like, I’m done with asking when you’re not going to answer anyway, but in context – particularly on the back of the earlier scene when ZZS watched WKX turn on a dime and immediately change the subject to avoid exposing anything when ZZS asked WKX to stop making him guess everything – this is as good as a declaration of going all-in. ZZS is committing to this relationship on faith, without having all – or even most – of the answers about WKX, and his approach is going to be to wait until WKX is ready to reveal whatever information he feels safe and comfortable revealing. In practice, he’s going to end up being better or worse at this, depending on the day, but what it reminds me of, already, is that moment in the 20s (Ep 21? 22?) when A-Xiang and Cao Weining are arguing about her killing the beggar guy, he approaches her, she yells at him and points to the ground to indicate exactly how close he’s allowed to get to her, and his respect of that boundary she lays down is instantaneous and absolute. That’s what ZZS is saying he’s going to at least try to do, here. It also reminds me of the way he’s going to respect WKX’s decision on whether or not WKX is going to claim his place as a disciple of Siji Manor, without it affecting their relationship, so we really are starting as ZZS means to go on, here.

Unfortunately, we then find out that what WKX is actually so happy about is that his plan to burn down the jianghu is starting its next big step, and their romantic evening is interrupted by a bunch of dudes fighting and killing each other over a bunch of fake Glazed Armor. WKX mentions that he’s so happy the show’s started; he’s alternately amused, satisfied, and smug as they watch various fights; he seems to be expecting ZZS to also be amused; and I feel like the implication is that this was his real motive for inviting ZZS out onto the roof, to be able to watch this show with him. ZZS – who’s spent enough time standing ankle-deep in blood for six lifetimes and was working hard just a few weeks ago at drinking himself to death to try to forget what that feels like - is displeased and horrified, rather than very proud of what WKX has accomplished; he pushes WKX away from him when WKX approaches him to ask if he doesn’t think it’s all so very amusing; and he calls WKX crazy, then turns his back on him and walks away. To make things worse, the next morning, after WKX brings breakfast to ZZS’s room and actually knocks, only to find that ZZS has left in the middle of the night, WKX will witness an angry mob gathered outside the house in the woods where the Four Sages of Anji are staying for the Hero’s Conference, demanding a piece of the Glazed Armor the Sages are supposedly holding for Gao Chong, and eventually leading to the deaths of all four of these peaceful aging hippies whose commune in the woods was ZZS’s ultimate dream, leaving WKX horrified by the fact that his actions have consequences, including some that are going to make his boyfriend even more pissed off at him.

SO. All that happened. There were some other people in the episode, too:

We see A-Xiang and Cao Weining having lunch. She asks him why he’s not eating, calls him fat and cute, then proceeds to tell him about Ghoul, who likes to eat the faces of pretty boys. Her conversation skills could still use some work. Cao Weining vows to kill the ghosts of Ghost Valley who would do such awful things. A-Xiang actually ignores this slander about the evil of the residents of the Ghost Valley in a way that she doesn’t usually – usually she looks kind of unhappy when the Evilness of the Evil Inhabitants of the Evil Ghost Valley comes up, going all the way back to ZZS’s comments in Ep 2. Right now, she’s too busy pumping Pooh Bear for information, asking about why the Ghost Valley would have left a pile of heads on Yueyang’s doorstep if the Five Lakes Alliance is so great, so what is Five Lakes going to maybe, perhaps, do about this? Cao-dage is suspicious … that A-Xiang might be scared, but don’t worry, he’ll protect her. Oh, sweetheart. I could eat you up with a spoon, right along with Ghoul. Also, it finally registers that A-Xiang called him cute, but she has to step away for a quick confab with a henchwoman.

We also have to watch Chengling get bullied some more by a Yueyang shixiong who I think is Gao Shan, who we’ll later see bullying some prisoners in the Yueyang dungeon as he admits that he’s doing it to relieve his own frustrations and make himself feel better - fantastic disciples you’ve got there, Gao Chong, I’m super-impressed by the morality and ethics you’re instilling as a sect. Once again, I have to consider WKX’s position on the jianghu as a hive of scum and villainy. Anyway, once Bullying Hour is over, Chengling runs into A-Xiang, and he can’t manage to prevent the waterworks as he confesses that he thought he’d never see any of them again and that ZZS didn’t want him. UGH. Zhou Zishu, come and get your child back. He’s at least somewhat mollified by Xiang-jie telling him she’s been sent to take care of him, and god knows she’s managed to keep WKX fed and clothed this long, so she has some experience as a minder, as counterintuitive as that seems.

We get a quick shot of Han Ying (My Beloved) with two identical pieces of Glazed Armor, apparently realizing that there are fakes out there.

Deng Kuan shows up, beaten and stumbling, and nearly gets turned away at the front gates of his own sect as a beggar – have I mentioned how unimpressed I am by the Yueyang disciples? Deng Kuan appears to be the only one of them worth anything – before they realize who he is. He is put to bed and tenderly nursed by Gao Xiaolian, who cries over him as he won’t wake up.

Finally, Gao Chong, Shen Shen and Zhao Jing (uh-huh) are horrified to discover that there’s fake Glazed Armor fk’n everywhere in town, making Five Lakes Alliance look ridiculous, which is just fabulous as the Hero’s Conference is coming up, guys. Shen Shen, because everything is a nail, vows to kill anyone who makes problems. Later, Hei Zi, who plays Gao Chong, has an utterly fantastic moment after the deaths of the Four Sages (wow, I did not remember that we wrapped up their entire storyline within a single ep), when he’s haranguing Beggar Gang Chief and is literally all, “You want the Glazed Armor? :pulls a piece out of his robe: HERE. You want some more? :pulls another piece out of his robe: TAKE IT.” It’s a great acting moment, his delivery is perfection.

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