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[the-soup-of-the-day]

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[my-arlington-academia]

Karolina and Tegan birthday fanfic! 👓👠

I wrote a (short?) fanfic for Karolina's and Tegan's birthdayyy 🎉🎉 Last time Scholar was a she so I decided that in this one Scholar will be a he again 👍 Hopefully my writing is getting less cringe 😂 but as you'll see for yourselves I'm still really bad, especially the narration, sometimes I'm like "Wait, what am I supposed to describe here to move on to the next scene?" So most of it is really basic 😅 On a lighter note though, I know that many sweet elite players come from lots of different countries and most times their first language isn't English (*cough*like me*cough*) so at least it'll be easy to read for everyone? (Yes, I'm totally trying to make myself feel better for my lack of vocabulary 😔)

Anyways!!! Have a good read! God I hope I'm getting better...

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"Karolina used to play Maryo Kart!?"

Tegan flinched due to Scholar's sudden outburst and almost dropped the controller out of his hands.

"W-Well... yeah. We were pretty close in elementary school and we used to share the same interests. Not when it came to everything but we usually agreed about a lot of things."

Tyler cackled from the bunk bed upon hearing this. Looks like he was still browsing through a shit-ton of pictures of chairs on Moogle. Apparently, he wanted to draw a chair for his next art piece.

"Just imagining Karolina even playing an app game gives me the same feeling as watching one of John Mulaney's skits: it's hilarious."

Scholar couldn't help but imagine Karolina playing Candy Rush or Flappy duck and it was in fact rather funny. Seeing Karolina frustrated because of a game would be like seeing Tadashi sleeping, which means it was impossible. Those two really need more rest and a bit of down time...

"So Tyler, you found any chairs that give you a spark of inspiration?"

Scholar decided to change the subject, after all Karolina didn't want anything to do with Tegan even though it was... well... their birthday. Scholar doesn't even have siblings let alone a twin so he had no idea how Tegan must be feeling right now. But from an outsider's perspective, Scholar thought that it was kind of sad and a waste that they didn't at least celebrate their birthday together. Tegan said that he didn't want anything too extravagant though. Thus, the 3 of them had gathered in their room to spend some time together, Ellie was also supposed to come but she said that she had "things to do" and that she'd drop by later.

"Nah man. MIKEA is really running out of ideas. I could come up with sicker designs in the blink of an eye. Actually, in a way this encourages me even more to draw a chair. I'll create the best chair this world has ever seen Scholar. Just. You. Wait."

While Tyler was hyping himself up over chairs Tegan had a really stern look on his face. Maybe it was because he was focused on the game but Scholar felt like there was something more to it. Perhaps they should've invited more people? In truth, the only real guest here was Scholar. This was TnT's room after all... Why is Ellie taking so long?

"...Tegan? Maybe you'd like me to go call Axel and Raquel over? Maybe even Alistair and Claire?"

Tegan who was frowning for a while now finally let his eyebrows relax.

"No uh... Sorry if I looked angry or something but um. I was just thinking about something."

When he said that, Tyler immediately let go of his phone and dropped down on the floor, then he sat next to Tegan.

"When you tell us that you're thinking about something, it means that you want to talk to us about it, right?"

Tegan continued to smash the buttons of the controller without even giving Tyler a side-glance.

"Not necessarily."

Somehow, Tegan was acting a bit cold but not in his usual "I'm sleep deprived" way. Tyler gave Scholar a pleading look. Probably meaning that Tegan needed another little push to tell them what was going through his mind. Of course, Scholar couldn't ignore that.

"Aww, come on man! If it was because you were spacing out like usual you would've just said "it's nothing" butcha didn't! You know you can tell us everything right? We won't snitch."

Tyler followed.

"Exactly! We'll never break the bro code of honor. Spill the tea! Or water! Or whatever drink it is!"

Tegan gave them a big sigh before leaving the game on pause and putting the controller down. Tyler and Scholar looked at eachother dumbfounded. When Tegan puts the controller down it means that shit is about to get real... or he's so tired that he'll short-circuit in a span of 10 seconds.

"Well, it's about Karol. Kinda. I guess."

Scholar and Tyler scooched over even closer to be sure to miss none of it. Talking about Karolina wasn't a taboo topic or anything, on the contrary, it was quite frequent and Tegan was totally fine with his friends taking jabs at her as long as it wasn't mean-spirited. But what was rare though, was for Tegan to bring her up out of nowhere.

"It's... how to say this. You know how when it's Christmas and you become super nostalgic about the smallest things? Or when Viewtube recommends you a short clip from a show you used to watch years ago and you decide to marathon it just for the heck of it? Well, for me that "nostalgic" time is our birthday. When I remember how we used to be so close and hang out together all the time I get kinda uh. I don't know. Regretful? Like, maybe if I didn't end up being a loser who spends all of his time playing games and doing dumb stuff Karol might still tolerate me. Or uh. If I dressed up a little nicer or took better care of myself maybe she'd at least want to stand next to me in public? Now, unless absolutely necessary, she doesn't even want to be associated with me. Like, she's ashamed of me or she doesn't want the other students to think that we're related or something. I don't know. Maybe I'm making it sound worse than it actually is but that's how I feel."

Woah. Okay. To be honest, Tyler and Scholar had already thought that something along those lines might be the reason for Tegan's grumpy mood today. That was a feeling he probably carried with him subconsciously everyday, just maybe to a smaller extent since he drowns himself in video games and doritos. But whenever their birthday comes around, all of it resurfaces. He already told them in the past that when Karolina started taking modeling gigs they started slowly growing apart. Tegan had said it so nonchalantly, like it wasn't a big deal and it was natural to "grow apart" but clearly, he wasn't happy about it.

Tegan was hanging his head low, as for Tyler and Scholar, they lay their heads down on Tegan's shoulders. Tyler ran his fingers through Tegan's hair to confort him.

"You're not a loser in any way Tegan. Karolina is the one missing out on you, she shouldn't set standards on you in the first place. So what? Just because you don't wear Bucci, Bupreme or Bouis Buitton it means that she has the right to act like this? You're my best bro and I know that my best friend is the coolest dude in the world. I mean, who can drink 3 monster drinks at the same time through 2 straws amirite?"

"Hm. Actually... You're not wrong."

Wait, 3 monster drinks at the same time with 2 straws? What?? Scholar's eyes widened.

"Uhhh. What the hell do you guys do when I'm not around? And may I remind you that Tegan is also my best friend!"

Tyler let out a laugh through his nose.

"Oh please, you may have barely enough points to unlock his tragic backstory but I'm still the OG. I'm ahead of you by at least a hundred points. Also, I wouldn't exactly call you a friend but rather-"

Tegan swiftly elbowed Tyler in the stomach.

"Ssshhh! Dude!"

"Ouch! Come on man... you know that Scholar is a bit dense sometimes, you gotta at least let me spell it out for him."

This was about to become a fight between the two of them, with Tegan trying to shut Tyler up and Tyler desperately trying to tell Scholar something. However, someone knocked on the door. That's weird, usually Ellie just barges in without even asking if she can. She just says "It's Ellie!" and comes in like this is her room as much as it is Tegan's and Tyler's. Their small fight stopped and Tegan got up to open the door... to be welcomed with cheers and confetti flying in the air. "WOOOOOOO!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY NERD!!!" Ellie had brought the whole gang: Alistair, Axel, Claire, Raquel and even Tadashi. The only ones who weren't there were Karolina and Neha but in a way, it was kind of to be expected. They were maybe celebrating Karolina's birthday in her room with some of their friends from the fashion department? In any case, everyone was thrilled for Tegan. They congratulated him and gave him some gifts even if they were a little bit less personal than anticipated. It was apparent that some of those were chosen in a rush. If Scholar had to guess, since Tegan is so secretive and discreet about everything, he probably didn't tell anyone about his birthday and Ellie had to go around fetching everyone and bringing them together. That's why some of the gifts exuded that "Oh shit! It's Tegan's birthday today!!!" aura. Especially Tadashi's gift.

"This is kopi luwak. Those coffee beans are extracted from the asian palm civet's excrements. I know that you're more into energy drinks but I thought that you might want to try something different. I know it sounds disgusting but the taste is actually not bad and it'll definitely wake you up, everytime you remember that you're drinking coffee that came out of an animal's digestive system it gives you an extra dose of adrenaline. No matter how many times I drink it, this coffee always makes me feel like I'm a little bit in danger and it wakes me up immediately."

Tegan looked really curious about it but at the same time uneasy at the thought of having to drink coffee made of beans that came out of an animal's asshole.

"Woah... thanks... Tadashi."

"You're welcome."

So that's how Tadashi stays awake, huh? He makes himself fear for his life by drinking weird coffee. Scholar had already heard of it, there's even some kinds that are made from elephant poop and civet cat poop. However, Axel was the first and only one to call Tadashi out.

"What the fuck man? It's his birthday and you gifted him fricking coffee beans that come from a raccoon's butthole? Well, I guess the nickname Tadashit fits you perfectly since you literally drink shit."

Tadashi rolled his eyes so far back that his pupils might've gone in his skull if he wasn't human.

"Like I said, it comes from the asian palm civet. Not a raccoon. Also, do not call me that."

Axel and Tadashi kept on bickering for a while before Claire brought the cake.

"Ta-dah! Sorry if it's not good enough but there weren't any backeries out there willing to make a birthday cake on such a short notice. I had to bake it myself with Alistair's help. We hope you like it!"

The cake gave off a really homey feeling. Scholar was reminded from back home when all of his birthday cakes looked really similar to this one. The icing was really amateurish looking but really really cute. Alistair switched the lights off and Tegan took a moment to think about his wish. The room went silent in front of his stern expression, seems like whatever his wish was, it must be pretty important. When he blew the candles everyone cheered but no one asked him what he wished for. Maybe no one felt the need to since it is said that if you say your wish out loud it won't come true.

Before Raquel could cut the cake Alistair took his phone out. "Wait! Wait a sec, let's take pictures with the cake first! I'm the one who drew the Zbox and the Playmotion logo..."

Raquel put the knife down while laughing. "Oohhh. So I bet that's the real reason why you don't want me to cut it yet?"

They all took lots of ridiculous pictures with the cake. It was a pretty big one so Raquel cut it into 10 slices. After a bit of a ruckus, things finally started calming down. The 9 of them sat down in a circle and talked about random subjects: the teachers, the homework, sleep paralysis, the new Store Wars movie, the conscious and unconscious mind in cognitive psychology...

The time was passing by and everyone was having fun no matter how weird the conversation was getting until Raquel reminded everyone of the last slice of cake.

"If no one's gonna eat it, I'll eat it."

The only one who was against it was Tyler who also wanted the last slice. They decided to choose the winner through rock paper scissors. A 3 round match. But just as it was about to start, someone knocked on the door again. Did the noise annoy the neighbours? It was getting pretty late after all.

Scholar got up to open the door only to find... Karolina followed by Neha!

"Happy b- oh. It's you."

Karolina was holding a small package and as for Neha, she didn't even bother to wrap up her gift. It was a fancy hoodie with a sort of skull on its back. Tegan almost flew towards the door.

"Karol! You came... and Neha, is that Sombra merch?"

Neha smiled warmly, seeing that he noticed right away.

"Yes. I mean, kind of. It's that character from Underwatch, right? I don't know if it's your favorite but one time I remember you saying that "she was fun to play". So I made you this. The quality isn't really that good though, sorry. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough time to make it properly. Anyway, I'm rambling. Happy birthday Tegan."

Tegan immediately put the purple hoodie on in excitement.

"Looks sick. Thank you Neha. You really nailed the logo."

Karolina also thought that it looked "sick" but not in a good way. She was clearly not getting why wearing that sort of thing would make someone happy. Since it was made by Neha, of course it was really well done but why does he prefer wearing video game merch rather than high quality clothing? She was almost regretting coming here. Tyler laughed at the sight of Karolina trying really hard not to roll her eyes, it looked like her pupils were trembling. Kinda terrifying honestly.

"I would've thought that you like soldier 76 or Tracer better since... they're about as straight as you are. But besides that, it looks dope Neha! Would you make one of my paintings into a T-shirt one day? Like, you know, my birthday? August 21st? Pretty pleaaase!"

It wasn't long until everyone started requesting clothes from Neha for their birthdays. Of course, she shut them all down while Karolina still stood there with what looked like a gift.

"Ugh. I see that you invited a lot... of people."

Her cold gaze was on Axel and Alistair specifically, since she did not like those two. As for Tegan, he was silently waiting for his gift. Judging by his face, it had been a while since Karolina had showed up to one of their birthdays, not to mention that she brought a gift too.

"Anyway... here. I'm sure you don't play those kinds of games anymore but uh... Well, in any case you better not laugh at my gift. Or else."

Tegan carefully unwrapped the gift. It was the new Maryo Kart! Everyone was baffled. Karolina actually gifted Tegan a video game? What's next? Is she going to play it too on top of gifting it? Tegan thanked her happily and reached for something behind the TV. It was Karolina's gift. Her eyes scanned the shape of the wrapping trying to guess what it was. Though she didn't lose any more time trying to figure out what it was and opened it. It was a Bouis Buitton bag. Karolina smiled.

"Basic choice but not bad. Thanks."

Seeing that Neha had already sat down, Karolina did the same. Of course, to Raquel's regret, they ended up splitting the last slice of cake, Karolina said that she didn't mind since she couldn't afford to eat food with too much calories. Especially not pastries but she let this one slide. As for Tegan, he immediately switched the game on. Of course. But then, he offered the second controller to Karolina. Everyone looked at him like he was batshit crazy. Miraculously though, Karolina sighed and took the controller.

"...Fine. But I don't remember the controls anymore."

That was a fricking lie. Karolina was killing it?? At Maryo Kart?? Raquel was going crazy. Well, everyone actually. But especially Raquel.

"What the hell?! So you steal the last slice of cake and now you're whooping Tegan's ass in a video game? I didn't even think you knew how to hold the controller correctly..."

Karolina clicked her tongue at that remark, looking unimpressed. Though clearly, she was a bit embarrassed about playing against her brother in front of 9 other people who had no idea that she was even capable of touching a controller without throwing up. But during that time, Tegan was grinning like a kid. It was like going back in time for him. He was thrilled. How many years has it been since the last time they played together like this?

"Believe it or not, but Karolina was actually the one to always kick my ass in video games. She was too strong. Thankfully, she's a bit rusty now."

Karolina elbowed his arm violently but Tegan didn't budge. It was like he was used to it, maybe Karolina always tried to distract him from the game by pushing him when they were little?

"Oh shut up. It's the game's fault. Why the heck did they add that much useless features? Also, the maps are way worse than the old Maryo Kart games. Those ones are a jumbled mess, doesn't make any goddamn sense with those twists and turns."

Karolina frighteningly sounded like a retrogaming nerd. Could it be that Tegan's love for video games came from...? Nah, no way. She's just salty that Tegan is catching up in wins. They're tied now.

"Okay! What about this: The one who wins the next round gets a kiss on the cheek from Scholar!" Ellie proclaimed in a loud voice.

"Wait! Why me??"

Scholar honestly doubted that Karolina would like that, Tegan? Maybe. But not Karolina. Surprisingly enough she didn't react but that lack of reaction probably hid something. Usually she would complain and quit but she's not the type to lose on purpose after getting this far. Tegan looked fired up too. Looking back on it, earlier Tyler was trying really hard to say something. Could it be that both Tegan and Karolina like Scholar? Well... that would be extremely awkward and unlikely.

In any case, it looks like Tegan has a head start.

"What's wrong Karol? Have you really forgotten the controls?"

"Say that again and I might murder you."

This is the most intense party of Maryo Kart anyone had ever seen. Isn't there an e-sport for it? Maybe the Novak(ova) siblings should sign up...

In the end, Karolina managed to catch up somehow. Ellie took that host voice again.

"Alright ladies and gents! Looks like Karolina will be the one receiving the prize! But what an act of cruelty on the sister's part, wouldn't you say? Because she was heartless and unpleasant I declare that as compensation the viewers should also get a kiss!"

Everyone cheered for Scholar's kiss but funnily enough, Tegan looked super offended. He was about to throw a tantrum.

"Wait. So I'm the only one without a kiss?!? That is so unfair! It's my birthday... I should at least get a participation fee!"

Tyler patted him on the back.

"That's rough, buddy. But hey, at least your boyfriend didn't turn into the moon."

Tegan quickly elbowed Tyler in the stomach again.

"Dude! Scholar's not my... dammit, I told you to be quiet earlier."

"Ow! I didn't even say any name... You're the one digging your own grave man. Look, he's looking this way."

Seeing that Tegan looked absolutely heartbroken (and pissed), Scholar took Ellie's place as the announcer.

"Change of plans! Only the siblings get a kiss because it's their birthday. All the others won't get any because it would be extremely unfair."

That's when everyone started booing but Raquel seemed to have an idea. A stupid one. But still an idea.

"Uhhh, excuse me! Actually, I'm their sister. We're triplets, so I also get a kiss!"

Axel did the same.

"No, Raquel is lying sir! We're actually quadruplets so I get a kiss as well! The four of us look so similar, I have no idea how you missed that..."

This whole thing turned out to be ridiculous. Seems like Tegan and Karolina suddenly had 8 new siblings. But of course, only the 2 of them got the kiss. Everyone was satisfied with the birthday party despite all of the chaos.

-------------------------------------- Oooookay! That's it! Sorry the ending was so abrupt (as usual) but I never know how to end these... Thank you for reading though! And sorry if you cringed! But that's a risk I'm willing to take ✊😔

#sweet elite #se #main 10 #Tegan Novak #Karolina Novakova #fanfic #fanfiction #I loved the Bucci Bupreme and Bouis Buitton part 😂 #the idea was actually from a video #he's a youtuber who makes animatics #I think his name is erold?

[accidentally-logince]

I NEED MORE AXEL RONEN AND WINTER! I'm drawing Ronen right now.

Ask and ye shall recieve, anon (also if you were the one who submitted the drawing yesterday, I loved it)

Word Count: 1.6k

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Axel had noticed for a while now that his Daddy had a ring. He knows that he used to hide it under his shirt, because Axel has seen the string around his neck, and he’s seen him pull it out to sit on top of his shirt. Axel also knew that his old Mommy and Daddy had rings that kinda looked like that one, but they were on their hands. Wedding rings. Axel’s Daddy had a wedding ring. But his Papa didn’t.

Winter had just hopped into the van on the way back from an “errand” (that’s what Axel still called their little outings, even though he had been told long ago what was actually going on) and the telltale lurch of the van as he slammed his foot onto the gas was the hint to Axel that they were being chased.

Even though Axel knew he was supposed to stay in the back when the police were following them, he stumbled up to the front, leaning out from behind Winter’s seat.

“I have a question, Daddy,” Axel said, and Winter started in his seat, turning around quickly.

“Guppy, you know you’re supposed to stay in the back,” Winter said, turning back to peer through the sideview mirror.

“Yeah, but I wan'ed to ask you a question,” Axel repeated.

Winter worried his lip before caving. “Okay,” he said. “But stay behind the seat so no one sees you.”

Axel quickly ducks behind the passenger seat before asking, “is the ring ‘round your neck from Papa?” Axel watches Winter’s expression soften the tiniest bit.

“Yes, it is,” he answered, a smile playing on his lips.

“Is it a wedding ring?”

“Uh, yeah, you could call it that. I mean, we never actually–” Winter was cut off when a loud bang came from outside.

“Why doesn’t Papa have one too?” Axel asked, ignoring the loud noise.

“Y'know what, Guppy, I think maybe you could ask your Papa that question, I’m gonna need to focus, okay bud?”

Axel nodded, stumbling back to the mattress where Ronen sat, his eyes trained anxiously on Axel as he came back to meet him. “Is everything good up there?” he asked. Axel nodded, plopping down next to Ronen.

“Why don’t you have a ring?”

Ronen barked out a laugh. “Oh? Where’d that come from?”

“Because Daddy wears one around his neck but you don’t have one,” Axel pouted. “Did you lose it?”

“Trust me Guppy,” Ronen said. “If I’d gotten a ring from Winter, I would never dare take it off.” His eyes wandered to Winter in the front seat, a smile starting to push at the edges of his mouth. “No, the reason I don’t have one is just that he never got me one. I don’t really need one,” Ronen said with a little shake of his head. 

“But in the movies they put the rings on each other at th’ wedding! How did you do that if you didn’t have a ring?”

“We didn’t have a wedding,” Ronen says with a shrug, but Axel’s little eyes went wide.

“Why not?”

“We couldn’t legally set one up without being caught and put in jail.”

Axel stuck his tongue out in thought, brow furrowing. “No, I’m gonna make you a wedding,” he says a determined look in his eye. “Cuz if you love 'chother, then you deserve one!”

Ronen lets out a soft laugh. “You don’t have to do that, Guppy–”

“Nope! It’s too late,” Axel said matter-of-factly. “I made up my mind. Ronen laughed. 

"Okay then. I’m going to be expecting a top notch wedding though,” he joked, but Axel nodded enthusiastically.

“It’s gonna be th’ best wedding ever!” Axel hopped to his feet, stumbling across the van to dig in one of the storage bins for his notebook and a pack of glitter pens. He plopped down on the floor and opened to an empty page, starting to scribble furiously.

Ronen let out a laugh, pushing to his feet and moving to sit in the passenger seat, leaning over to give Winter a kiss as he sat down.

“It would seem we have a wedding planner on our hands,” Ronen said, peeking out the window. Winter chuckled. 

“Do we now?” he said with a grin. “A wedding for years after the proposal? That’s got to be some sort of record.”

“Far as I’m concerned, we’re already married,” Ronen says. 

“Oh, don’t get started,” Winter says with a playful roll of his eyes, “'I bought you a ring and I kissed you’” he says, repeating the words he’d heard from Ronen so many times. 

“In my rulebook, that’s about as married as we can get,” Ronen says. “And plus, I just really fucking love you~” He leans over and smiles sappily at Winter, who laughs, the tips of his ears turning pink.

“Shut up, you dork.” he giggles. Then he says, “I love you too.”

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When they stopped the van later, they found Axel still huddled in the back, writing in his book.

“Can I see what you’ve got so far?” Ronen asked. Axel tucked the book against his chest, shaking his head.

“It’s a secret,” he says. “My eyes only.”

Ronen grinned. “Okay Guppy. Keep working hard.” He leaned over to ruffle Axel’s hair, and Axel giggled as he went back to writing.

“So what are we gonna be doing for our honeymoon then?” Ronen jokes, laying down next to Winter where he’s splayed out on the mattress.

Winter grins. “I’ve always wanted to go to the Bahamas.”

“I will do everything in my power to bring you to the Bahamas then,” Ronen said with a joking grin. Winter rolls his eyes playfully and leans over to give Ronen a kiss.

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“Axel!” Ronen pushed the van door open. “We’re–oh, my God.” He stared at the back, Winter holding in a laugh behind him.

“Wedding day!” Axel was sitting in the middle of the van, absolutely swamped in balloons. He threw his hands up, knocking a few into the air for a moment.

“Guppy,” Winter said, still trying to suppress his laughter. “Where did you get all of these?”

Axel pointed behind them, towards the little shopping center they’d just returned from after finishing their errands. “Dollar store! And I got cupcakes too. I paid with my bottle money!” They’d started giving Axel a monthly allowance of whatever money they got going through bottle depots. Axel would find bottles on the ground near the van and bring them in after Winter told him they were worth ten cents each. 

“Come with me!” Axel pushes himself to his feet, stumbling over the balloons to hop out of the van and lead them around to the other side, where a little box of cupcakes was laid out on the grass. “You gotta stand under those trees,” he told them, pointing to an arch formation made by two trees that had grown too close together. 

“Guess nature wants us to get married too,” Ronen jokes, before taking Winter’s hand and leading him beneath the arch.

Axel clapped his hands excitedly, running over to stand in front of them. He opened his book and started to read, then cut himself off. “Wait,” he says, digging in the pockets of his overalls and producing a ring. Winter’s eyes go wide as Axel hands it to him. “You give this to Papa,” he whispers, grinning as Winter takes it and inspects it. “I tried my bestest to find one that looked like yours.”

“Where… where did you get this, Axel?”

Axel frowns. “I wanted to buy it with my bottle money, too, but they make them so ess-pensive,” he says. Then his face lights up. “So I stole it!”

Both of them stare at Axel. “You.. stole it?” Ronen asks, and Axel nods his head proudly. “Damn. I don’t know if I should be proud or concerned.”

“Baby’s first theft,” Winter mutters with a half smile. making Ronen snort, “But don’t steal again, okay Buddy?” Then, worried he sounds like a hypocrite, he adds, “maybe we’ll teach you when you’re older.”

“Okay, now we can start,” Axel say, opening his notebook again and clearing his throat dramatically, but he frowns again and asks Winter, “am I 'llowed to call you and Papa by your real names? It’s in the script.”

Winter has to hold his hand to his mouth to keep from laughing. “That’s okay, Guppy.”

“Okay! So… d'you, Winter Naven,” Axel giggles after saying his name, “take Ronen Koster t'be your husband?”

“I do,” Winter says, deciding not to mention that Axel definitely missed a few lines there.

“And d'you, Ronen Koster–”

“I do.”

"I didn’t even finish,” Axel giggles.

“Yeah, but I already know that I want to marry him,” Ronen says, and the tips of Winter’s ears go pink. “I’m just waiting for us to get to the kiss.”

“Ronen!” Winter hides his face in his hands, a flustered smile pushing onto his lips.

“You gotta give Papa the ring first,” Axel says. 

They were definitely doing this out of order, bu nonetheless, Winter takes Ronen’s hand and slips the ring on. Something about the gesture feels special. A wedding in their sweaters, with an eight-year-old as the minister, and a stolen ring. But he couldn’t help grinning at Ronen as he slipped it past his knuckle.

“I now pronounce you man and… um… shit–”

“Don’t say shit.”

“Man and man! You may now kiss the groom,” Axel says, closing his book. Ronen cups Winter’s face, pulling him in to capture his lips. Winter wraps his arms around Ronen’s waist, grinning into the kiss. After a few moments, they pull apart, noses still touching. Winter’s whole face has gone pink.

“I love you,” Ronen mutters.

“You’re such a sap,” Winter giggles. “I love you too.”

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[ill-skillsgard]

Sweet Demons, Part 3 - Zeitgeist/Axel Cluney

Title: Sweet Demons

Description: It's the weekend of Friday the Thirteenth, the biggest motorcycle rally and festival in the Western Hemisphere but nothing is more enticingly chaotic to her than the mysterious new member of the famous Motor City Sweet Demons.

Warning: 18+ Mentions of drugs/alcohol/violence, eventual smut/various kinks 

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I spent the day in the backyard with all of our house guests, pretending not to be thinking about Axel as I'm sure he was pretending like he wasn't thinking about me. Every once in a while we would catch each other staring and look away with faces that betrayed all innocence. The sun was hot, spirits were high and so were we. Joints got passed around endlessly and I partook until I could no longer stand the glorious haze floating around my head.The guys were loud and proud, drawing attention to the garage from our neighbors and people still hanging on from the rally. All manner of people young and old walked by to catch a glimpse of all the shiny motorcycles roaring in and out of our infamous driveway.Despite the urges I had to display my inherently bratty side, I knew that I had to keep most of my comments to myself when it came to all of their show-boating. My dad would make sure there was no shortage of snarky comments so I hung in the background and observed.Axel, however, was at the forefront of most of the activity. It was easy to see that he had become the Sweetheart of the Sweet Demons. Max often stood next to him, clapping him on the back or shoulder any time a particularly agreeable statement was made by one of them. They looked too good together, like partners in crime often did. It was unusual for a new recruit to be treated with such reverence. It made me wonder what exactly it was that set Axel apart from the hundreds of other people vying for a position in their motley brigade. Usually, if you were on the bottom rung in the gang, you got treated as such but nobody was making Axel run errands or refill drinks. In fact, if I didn't know any better I would have thought that Axel was Vice President, the way he and Max hung off each other. My dad took a strong liking to Axel as well. He had ridden his bike up into the garage so everyone could look at it which was something that they always did that I never understood. They would all take turns showing off their bikes like it was some kind of class show-and-tell. When Axel rode up on his bike they all swooned over it and for good reason. It looked like there had never been a scratch on the thing before. It was a fully custom Harley that Axel called "the Acid Bath Widow-Maker". She was matte black and acid green all over from bars to brakes. To me, it seemed like a little much but to everyone else, the Widow-Maker was definitely something to behold. With its fat chrome muffler and outrageous iodized green clutch it was no wonder Axel's bike drew attention. If I had ever seen a bike more suited to a man it was right then as they all stood around it, admiring every heavy metal curve and leather detail. My dad's eyes bugged out of his head at the sight of the bike. "Max, how's your recruit got the flashiest chopper in the gang?" "Oh yeah, he's pretty! The bike's not too bad either." Max joked. They all laughed and I just shook my head with a smile on my face. The only person that wasn't feeling the love so much was sitting on a nearly-broken lawn chair in the corner of the garage with an empty beer bottle between his thumb and index. Braun just watched from afar like I was doing only instead of laughing with the rest of the group, he scowled. That was until my dad snapped his fingers in Braun's direction. "Braun, beer run. Get these boys a top-up, will ya?" Big Al shot in his direction. Braun, eager to obey my dad's every command, popped out of his seat. "What does everyone want?" "I'll have another one of these," Max Sweet indicated his domestic beer of choice. "I'll have the same," said Axel. "Just do me a solid and bring out the whiskey. I have a feeling it's going to get finished by the end of the day," Dad said. I grimaced at him but I knew not to berate my dad for drinking too much in front of anyone but I did have to make it a point to talk to him later on. Whenever he drank in excess it always got me worried and he was the kind of guy to keep doing exactly the thing he shouldn't do especially if someone was giving him shit for it. I knew it was a special occasion but it didn't keep me from worrying either way. "Angel? You want something?" Braun asked me. "Not right now, I'm good. Thanks." "Ah, get her a gin!" Dad said. "No, really. I'm okay for now," I insisted. "Bring the lady a gin!" Max yelled. "Make that two!" Janet piped above the noise. "Two gins, two beers, whiskey. Anything else? Fuck, I'll have to build a bar out here too," Dad mused. I didn't notice how long Braun had been in the house for until I had to use the bathroom. When I walked inside I heard cursing coming from the kitchen and saw Braun leaned up against the kitchen counter sucking down a beer with an angry expression on his face. I stopped by the doorway and peered in inquisitively, catching his attention immediately. "What's going on, Braun?" I asked. "Nothin'," he mumbled. "Aren't you supposed to be getting drinks?" That was when he slammed his beer down on the marble island and looked at me with his eyes blazing. "Why the fuck should I have to be the bitch boy, huh? Axel should be the one in here getting everyone's fucking drinks. He's the new recruit. But no, everyone treats him like he's fucking Max Sweet and it's bullshit. I'm Al's apprentice. I'm Big Al's fucking apprentice. He's a rookie!" "He might be new to the club but he's no rookie," I explained. "I'm learning bikes under your father. He chose me to take care of the garage! I should be the one giving drink orders! I've been to more Fridays than he ever will in his fucking life!" "Dude, just calm down-" "No! Fuck you, Angel. You don't give a shit either because you're fucking him! He doesn't even know what it's like to be bottom-rung because everyone thinks he's all that! Anyone can buy a fucking bike like that. He's probably some rich asshole's reject son that just bought a bike one day. I make bikes. I fucking fix choppers all day, every day!" "You think I didn't build my own bike?" Axel's voice made me jump when it seemingly came out of nowhere.Braun's spine straightened like he was pulled up on a string and his glare softened for only a moment until he realized it was too late to play it off like he wasn't just trashing Axel. I could practically feel the heat radiating from both of them and I was stuck in the crossfire. What I thought was going to be an eruptive argument from across the kitchen quickly turned much darker as Axel stepped into the room, briskly approaching Braun. When he was five inches away Axel leaned in and although they were of similar heights, Axel did appear to puff up while Braun deflated. "You got a fucking problem with me?" He asked. "Yeah, I do have a fucking problem. Don't fucking come in here and act like you're the fucking President when you're just a recruit. You don't make demands of me. This is practically my garage." "No, it's not, Braun." I chided. He looked over at me and replied, "it will be! It's definitely not going to be yours!" "Ignore her," Axel stepped to the side, cutting off Braun's view of me. "Your business is with me, not her. Now... Tell me again about how I'm some rich guy's kid? Tell me how I didn't fucking earn my way into the club! Oh, and while you're at it, please explain to me how I didn't painstakingly put together my own fucking bike over the last five years of my life! Just because you're Al's apprentice doesn't mean you're not a little bitch with a little bitch attitude and just because you work at Motor City doesn't make you exempt from getting your ass handed to you by a rookie." "Fuck you, man! You should humble yourself because guys like you get eaten alive on the road. So fucking cocky." "We're the same age and I'm the one riding with the Demons, I taught myself how to build, I made myself into a colleague and not a little cocksucker bottom-rung bitch. I get the pussy you wish you had. I ride with the people you wish you could ride with. Why the fuck would I be humble about that?" "Enough, guys. Jesus fucking Christ. Let's just go back-" Braun shoved Axel away violently but instead of toppling, Axel caught his footing immediately and squared his shoulders, clenched his fists and glared at Braun so vehemently you could feel the air in the room grow thicker. I watched as Braun immediately regretted his decision when Axel grabbed him by the collar of his tank and pulled him in. "Stop!" I yelled. Axel's throat bobbed and it almost looked like he was about to vomit even though his eyes were shooting beams of anger into Braun. With his free hand, Axel pressed the back of his palm to his mouth, stifling what appeared to be a burp. "You better get the fuck out of my face right now or I'm going to disfigure you so bad they'll have to use your dental records to identify your mangled fucking corpse." When Axel tossed Braun away he stormed out of the kitchen immediately to avoid any further conflict, smashing by me with no regard. I scoffed as he left the house and when I turned back to Axel he was still covering his mouth and trying to swallow down whatever it was making its way up his throat. "Fuck," he grumbled. "I gotta go." Then it was Axel's turn to quickly brush by me. He made his way back into the garage through a barrage of greetings and questions as to where the beers were. All that could be heard was the heavy rumble of an engine turning on and a chorus of moaned questions as the Acid Bath Widow-Maker chugged out of the garage and ripped down the street. I went to the front window to catch a glimpse of Axel riding away but by the time I made it there he was already a drone in the distance. The familiar hobble of my dad's limping gait sounded from behind me. "The fuck was that about?" Sighing, I replied, "Braun and Axel almost just tore each other's throats out." "What the fuck's the issue now?" "I don't know. They're both just fucking peacocks." Dad's eyes turned into questioning slits, "this wouldn't happen to have anything to do with a mutual interest in a certain ex-President's daughter, would it?" "No, dad. I think... Braun just doesn't want to be the beer bitch anymore." "Axel rode off because Braun didn't want to grab a few drinks? Angel... You think I'm stupid?" "No, dad. Honestly. I think Braun has some predispositions about how the club's hierarchy works. He thinks because he's your apprentice that he shouldn't have to fetch drinks for the new recruits. He tried to call Axel out and got all mad. Both of them left." "That kid has got a lot of learnin' to do." "Whatever. I'll get the drinks from now on. Or better yet, if someone wants a beer, they can get it themselves! I'm sick of all these hot-heads around me. It's too much." Dad came closer to look out the window as I had been. "I know you hate it here but... I just got you home. Don't look for the first excuse to get out again. The weekend is almost over and all these cocky sons-a-bitches will be out of here soon." "I'm not looking to leave, dad. I just don't want to deal with this all the time." "You won't." I rolled my eyes, "just every Friday the Thirteenth weekend until I die." "Sorry, you're an old biker's kid. Comes with the territory.""Yeah," I sighed. "I know."~*~When night fell and Axel didn't come back, I set out looking for him. There weren't too many places to go in town so my search was narrowed to the bars and restaurants on the main street, the only tattoo shop within a hundred mile radius and the waterfront. I made my way down the road from our street toward the denser part of town. People wearing sandals and eating ice cream from cones passed by the storefronts that were all illuminated in red neon, displaying all of the new Summer must-haves. Name brand surf t-shirts and sunglasses, inflatable beach toys and overpriced kayaks all adorning the windows drew attention from most but not me. I was on a mission to spot the Acid Bath Widow-Maker. Luckily, Axel's bike was one of the most noticeable attractions in the town and I spotted it parked by itself where the street met the border of concrete roadblocks just before the sand. The sun had set and the street lamps came on to illuminate the walkways and that was where I saw it glistening. I got up really close to it to hear if it was ticking and still hot but it wasn't. I saw his clothes draped over the seat and his boots on the ground next to it. It appeared as though Axel had gone to the beach for a little swim. I started walking toward the beach even though it was dark. There were big white square signs posted all along the waterfront warning that there were no lifeguards and swimming after sunset was discouraged. I remembered being young and seeing people getting busted for drinking on the beach and that was really the only thing the cops gave a shit about. You could go swimming after dark but it was a risk one would have totake on their own. Many nights I had gone down to the water with my friends and instead of being amateurs that drank on the sand, we would bring our drinks out with us on the water so that the cops rolling by on quads would be none-the-wiser. That's what I was reminded of as I approached the water and looked out from the pier to where the waves disappeared against the line of the sky. "Hey, you weren't touching my chopper just now, were you?" I whipped around and saw Axel approaching from my left, dripping wet in his boxers with his hair all pasted down on his head, body shimmering from the little beads of water clinging to his skin. Jeeringly I replied, "I wasn't touching your stupid bike." "Kind of looked like it from here. Now, what business do you have stroking a man's hog without his permission?" "Ew, don't say that," I reviled. Axel snickered and didn't quit taking steps towards me until my chin nearly connected with his broad tattooed chest. He looked down at me while raking his fingers through his hair, pushing it all back from his forehead. I matched his gaze and stared up at him with just as much intensity. Braun may have been scared of him but I certainly wasn't. "You wanna go for a ride with me?" Axel asked, walking his two fingers up my hip for only a couple flirtatious steps. I could feel my insides turning to liquid. It had been a long time since I had been on the back of a motorcycle and when Axel asked I felt an eagerness inside that hadn't existed since before I was a teenager. "Sure." "You wore a skirt, too. Good choice." "What do you mean?" I asked. Axel smirked as hot as the Devil and said, "well honey, there's only going to be a thin layer of material between what is essentially a giant vibrator and... That nice little pussy. Unless of course... You didn't wear any panties?" "I wore... An excuse for panties." Axel hummed deep in his throat and eyed me all over. "Fuck, you're going to get me in a lot of trouble." "The only person that's going to give you trouble is me." "Oh, is that a promise?" "I don't make promises to bad boys." "Fair enough," he snickered at me. "Let's go." I watched Axel put his clothes back on starting with the socks he had tucked away in his boots. Once he had on his pants he shoved his feet into the huge green boots that matched the details of his bike. Instead of putting his shirt on he folded it and handed it to me. "Hold this for me." He swung one of his long legs over the bike after kicking the stand up. I stood back when he turned on the engine and gave it a little rev as he looked at me, smirking like he had convinced me to sell my soul because I had agreed to go for a ride with him. He looked smoother than silk on his bike like he was born to sit atop a chrome horse. He looked like a king with his arms draped over the bars all relaxed and totally careless. "Hang onto me real tight, you got it?" He yelled over the rumble of the engine as I prepared myself to mount the back of the leather seat. I wrapped my arms around his bare waist, giggling because I hadn't felt so excited to ride in a long time. He backed us up very slowly and then we quickly lurched forward. My grip on him tightened and he twisted his neck around one more time to make sure I was still going with it. "Don't let go of me!" "I know!" The leather seat warmed up quickly and I wrapped my arms around him even tighter as we took off down the road. It was exhilarating to be on the back of a bike again. Everything zoomed by so quickly that it started to look like nothing. The road unfolded endlessly and soon we were a mile away from the main street heading towards the mostly empty labyrinth of back roads that fenced in the town. We cruised through the farmland and I laid my cheek on Axel's back. His skin was so smooth and supple that I thought about kissing him but quickly thought not. I didn't want him to get the wrong idea about how I was feeling about him. The conversation that we had had about his little intimacy issue was still a prominent thought in my head. But he smelled so good, even after swimming in the lake. I supposed it was enough for me to rub my cheek against him a little bit just to savor the feeling of his softness. He sped up as we sliced through the forested back roads and circled way back around into town again. By that time his hair had fully dried and stayed put in that permanently windswept way. He pulled up a couple of houses down from mine and turned back to me before asking for his shirt back. I handed it to him, leaned back and watched him slip it on over his head. "How did that feel? You like riding with me?" He asked, turning his whole body around so he could face me a little more on the bike. I had let go of his waist but was tempted to touch his hips just a little bit more, so I did. "Yeah, that was fun." "You all nice and revved up?" I nodded my head. "Good. Now... How about you hop off the bike and make your little way into the house, go up the stairs and go wait for me in your bedroom? Does that sound like something you want to do?" "Okay." I peeled myself off of the leather seat and got off with some help from him. He held up his hand and allowed me to use it to get myself up to the sidewalk but before I could start off he pulled me back by my wrist, "Woah, woah... One second. One more thing," he said, eyes dropping to my skirt and then looking around to make sure nobody was watching. Our eyes locked as he slid his hand up and under my skirt and used two fingers to caress the warm crotch of my panties. He shivered when he felt what he wanted to feel and quickly replaced his hand on the throttle before anyone had a chance to catch him touching me. "I can't wait to be balls deep inside you." "Me neither." "Now go on. Get home before me so it doesn't look suspicious," he pointed toward the garage. For the time being, Axel had robbed me of words. I was feeling strong feelings of attraction to him. It was more than just a drunken hookup and fling. I could picture myself riding with him again, I had had so much fun. It was nothing like riding with my dad or even on my own. The way his body felt in my whole grasp as we flew down the road shook me to my core and awakened a long-buried urge inside. He was weird and tasteless but the way his eyes smoldered at me coupled with the fact that he was so damn tall and so fucking handsome was a cocktail of emotions that had me wet between my legs by the time I crept into my house and made my way up the stairs. I figured most of the guys were in the garage or in the clubhouse so I did manage to get into my room without anyone spotting me and forcing alcohol down my throat. For that, I was thankful because I wanted to be of sound mind for when Axel finally found his way to me. I didn't want a drunken, sloppy fuck again. I wanted orchestrated, raw, hungry sex to satisfy the cravings that my partner of choice was eliciting from the depths of my endless carnality. It almost took him too long to find his way to my room but I figured he had probably been held up, especially after having stormed off earlier in the afternoon after his spat with Braun. I wondered what kind of things my dad had said to Braun after learning that he and Axel had had an argument that almost ended with violence. I could just imagine the sour look that must have been pasted to Braun's face all day. For a moment I felt bad for Braun because I knew that he was a plain guy with the same aspirations as half the guys in town who also happened to have a crush on me. I tried not to feel guilty about it because I knew that I shouldn't but I did anyway. That was until Axel turned my doorknob, pushed the door open gently and peeked inside to see me sitting at the edge of my bed waiting for him. He came inside, walking light on his feet, green boots clashing with the carpet so much it looked like they were glowing. He carefully closed the door and looked back at me, seemingly impressed that he managed to come in without making much of a sound at all. "Lock the door," I told him. Axel turned the lock on the knob and smirked at me right after. That little safety feature had earned me lots of time to stash things when my dad used to come knocking. Although I didn't suspect he was going to then since I was much older and he rarely ever made it to his own bed from the clubhouse anyway. No, we were pretty much free to do whatever we wanted so long as we could keep our noises below the music I had put on to drown out what could potentially and hopefully be a good night. "Sorry I took so long. I had a lot of explaining to do. Guess Max wasn't too pleased with me taking off." "What does Max care? You guys had a bit of an argument and you took off, so what?" "Ah, don't worry about it. It's not important. What is important is how are you doing? Did you miss me?" "Terribly," I lamented with an exaggerated tone of sadness. "Don't worry, honey, I'm here now and guess what? I've been daydreaming about that sweet, tight, little pussy all fucking day long. I think I need it." "What makes you think you've earned it?" Jolted by his reaction, Axel dropped down to his knees and inched his way across the carpet closer to me. "I'll do anything to get between those legs, mama." Subconsciously my thighs clenched only because the hot sting of arousal permeated through me like melted butter after watching him crumple for me. I had been with a lot of guys that had their own little sexual shtick but the way Axel looked at me I could see it was not so much an act as it was a fierce display of uninhibited lust. The man was serious about his needs or at least he was very good at playing the part. "Do anything to me. I'm all yours, baby." "Well, well now. What a change of character! You're such a bad boy out there in the streets but in here you're so nice and obedient. Why is that?" "I can't help it. When I see you I want you to destroy me... Probably because I know you can." "But what if I want to be the baby?" Axel tried to hide a smile as he stood halved on his knees but he couldn't stifle it for long. "Fuck... I mean, you can call me Daddy if you want to but I don't know how Big Al would feel about that. If he were to walk by and hear his Angel bouncing on some scumbag's dick... Might take offense?" "Nobody will hear us. Dad sleeps in the clubhouse most nights and I'm grown. If I want to bounce on some scumbag's dick while calling him Daddy, I'll do just that. But... I think I kind of want to teach you some lessons first." "I'm all ears, honey." "First, I want you to take off your clothes." He rose to his feet again, looking enormous from where I sat on the bed. He kicked off his boots, pulled off his shirt and started undoing his belt buckle so he could slip his pants and boxers down his impossibly long legs. He was already half-hard and I had to bite down on my lip at the mere sight of him. He was quite a spectacle of a man. All arms, legs and torso, skin as pale as paper and his tattoos did nothing but make him stand out even more. His oil-stained fingers gave me a nostalgic feeling and seeing him completely naked from the waist down was just as enlivening as the ride we had taken together not but thirty minutes prior. "Can I..." I began but didn't fully have the confidence to utter the question at first. "Can I tie you up?" "Fuck yes you can." "Get on the bed," I told him as I got up to rummage through my top dresser drawer where I kept my underwear and all of my sex-related toys and treats. I pulled out two sets of handcuffs; one very high-quality, hardcore heavy metal and one not so serious- the kind you buy for twenty bucks at a novelty store for your first time. I decided to use the more heavy duty cuffs because I felt like he would appreciate the real metal above the nickel-plated beginner cuffs. He had already climbed onto my bed and laid on his back with his arms tucked behind his head in anticipation. "Oh, mistress. I knew that you were very, very naughty," he mused as I approached, swinging the cuffs like a pendulum on my finger. Licking his lips, he said, "Oh, I just know I'm going to regret this." I climbed over him and only felt slightly embarrassed about how it felt to handcuff a fully grown man to the headboard bars of the bed I had had since I was a teenager. I couldn't help but wonder if he took me seriously or if he was just humoring me but when I snapped one cuff around his wrist and then the other one it was too late for him to back out and the sudden realization of power I had over him was so delicious and bursting with potential. His eyes followed me as I scooted down his body, letting my fingernails trickle down from his hands to his arms and down his chest. He tittered at the sensation and got himself as comfortable as he could with his wrists bound to the metal bars. "I get a safe word, don't I?" He asked. "If you like." "Mercy." "Oh, I like that." "So... What are you going to do to me?" He inquired, curiosity evident in his voice. I smirked a desirous portent and began to move against him slowly. I was still clothed in my panties, skirt, and top so the friction between us was dulled and necessarily so. I wanted to prolong his sexual suffering for as long as I could. It gave me a thirst that I didn't know I had, watching him tied up underneath me. Having somebody so mysterious and feared voluntarily surrender themselves to me was not something I got to experience all of the time. He groaned and closed his eyes while I wiggled my hips back and forth softly, smiling down at the man who was growing harder by the second. "Oh, you like to tease real nice and slow, huh?" "Sh, sweet boy. Close your eyes and get as hard as you possibly can. I want to feel it throbbing." He closed his eyes and sank his head back into the pillow, sighing and letting his arms relax. By the way, his bicep muscles flexed I could see he had been tense but with each gentle caress of my hips he melted further into the mattress, purred harder from the sensation and let his lips fall apart so delicately I was tempted to kiss him. So I did. I leaned over his body and kissed his bottom lip very quickly before he had a chance to react. I expected instant retaliation but instead, his eyes fluttered open and he stared up at me. I lifted my skirt and looked down between us so I could see what it looked like to grind myself against him. The tip of his cock glistened and he let out a whimper as he looked down too. "Fuck," was all he managed to say. He closed his eyes and sank his head back down again, twitching and moaning until his breath was lost. "I love hearing you moan, baby boy." "C-come on. I'm so hard. Sit on my cock, already." "No way. You don't make demands," I gently berated as I got off of him to get a better look at his fully naked body. I ran my hand over his chest and up his neck, tracing the tattoos and admiring his soft skin. The way he watched me was so satisfying like he was expecting me to do something terrible to him at any second. "Fuck, you have a nice big cock on you, don't you, bad boy?" "Mhmm." He nodded his head. "It's been a while since I've seen one so big," I told him and it was the truth. Once he was fully erect, his shaft laid over his stomach, the tip reaching just below his navel. I grasped it delicately, pulling lightly and running my thumb over the bubble of pre-cum that had formed there. When I gave him another squeeze he moved his hips upward, encouraging more of my stimulation but it was beyond gratifying to hear the whimpers he tried to muffle so I held back until he settled down. "You're going to torture me aren't you?" He asked breathlessly. I nodded and gave him a little kiss on his stomach. I couldn't hold back the smile of pure joy as the possibilities of all the ways I could make him my toy ran through my head. "Please be nice to me?" He begged. "You weren't nice to me last night. I think you deserve a bit of punishment." He sighed. "I suppose I deserve it." "Yes," I agreed, trailing more kisses up his ribs to his chest. "Don't worry, I'll make it hurt real good for you." I fully pressed my lips to his and for a sliver of a moment I thought he would return it but he turned his face to the side away from me. "Come on, Angel," he whispered, making no eye contact with me almost as though she was ashamed. "You can say mercy any time you want but we just got started, little boy." "Please... Do anything you want to me but just... Can we bring the focus back down to uh... My situation here?" "There you go making demands again. Who's the one tied up again? Oh, wait. It's you." "Please... Just be careful." I wasn't exactly sure what he meant when he asked me to exercise caution but I didn't want to ruin the mood by prodding him too far so I obliged him and crawled back down to continue with my salacious torture, much to his relief. I knew eventually we would circle back to the topic of why he wouldn't let me near his face but until then, I would enjoy the pleasure and pain I could inflict on him.

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Find The Word Tag (Larger than any word Mary Poppins could come up with)

I let them get away from me and now I have a billion (86!) words :D These words are courtesy of @indecentpause @forlornraven  @reeseweston  and @riftversus

Basically to make this easier on myself (I say after delaying so bloody long and accumulating so many words) The Games We Play is going to be in bold and Dark Magic will not.

Shall I tag people? I think so! TAGGING: @reeseweston @indecentpause @forlornraven @riftversus @type-writings @westywrites to find: Curse, figure, blunt, ache, flower, worn, clear, melody, music, game. (feel free to pick from the mammoth list below too!)

Words: oven, blanket, lake, wings, candle, cat, comfort, strange, gone, manage, book(s), sculpt, dress, smile, want, hungry, leaf/leaves, hand, night, circle, spun / spin, face, please, handle, palm, cough, inch / inched, edge, habit/habits,  teeth, center, eight, refuse/ refused/refusing, between, autumn, fire, round, fence, dusk, close, drop, grip, away, warm, over, score, thunder, growl, throw, slide, faint, dirt, hard, love, proud, round, shake, tower, anchor, next, grasp, fall, year, lost, time, edge, front, above, plant, break, tomorrow, yesterday, hug, end, suffer, year, sun, play, type, strap, swing, crown, beautiful, bright, mother, glass.

oven: Nope

blanket: Nope

lake: The surface of the lake rippled upon impact. Though small, it was one of the larger bodies of water the city had to offer.

wings: Caden sat steadily on the branch, his eyes tracking the tiny bird hovering in front of him. Its wings beating faster than Nathaniel’s heart.

candle: Nope

cat: “You came alone then?” Zachary nodded. “Are you going to come down and talk to me?” Without a word and with a grace Lukas would have expected from the cat, Zachary made his way down the fire escape.

comfort(able): Zach slipped his arms into the jacket properly and tapped Lukas’s knee. He obliged, moving his legs apart and Zach settled between them, leaning against Lukas’s chest. If he was being forced to sit on the ground at least he’d be comfortable.

strange: For the first time in a long time, Zach felt content. With his head on the pillow and Lukas’s fingers tracing strange, and probably random, patterns across his back, the tension of the past six months eased just a little.

gone: [Kayla] kicked a large chunk of porcelain, that looked like it had once belonged to a mug. “You should be thanking me. If I hadn't shown up when I had they'd be gone, and we'd have lost the contract. Then Sevrin really would kill you.”

manage: [Cal] chuckled and dropped their arm. Zach spun around, wrapping them in as tight a hug as he could manage. “Good to see you, Cal.”

book(s): The story was a fair way into the book and only a handful of pages. Zach tried to follow the words as Lukas read them, but each time he turned the page long before Zach reached the end, so he settled for listening to the low melodic hum of Lukas’s voice.

sculpt(ed): Zach wandered down the garden path, gravel crunching underfoot. He stopped by one of Cal’s sculpted shrubs, spotting Axel sitting alone on one of the benches, his ever-present coffee cup nowhere to be seen. 

dress: A slight woman in a patchwork dress, picked her way through the wreckage. She knelt in front of him, whispering calming words, wiping the soot from his cheeks. Zach didn't need to hear what she was saying, he simply watched her kiss the fire from his palms without flinching and scoop him up.

smile: She shot him a brief but tense smile and shuffled the papers in front of her, pulling one from the middle. “Are you aware of the charges against you, Mr. Donovan?”

want: Nathaniel sighed. Finding a foothold halfway down the wall, he eased himself back to the ground. “What could my stepfather possibly want at this hour of the morning?”

hungry: “Come on. I know you haven't been eating. You must be hungry?”

leaf/leaves: (cheating a little) Keeping his eyes on the beast before him, Lukas considered his options. He could stay and wait for it to finish him off, or he could run and still risk being mauled to death. Either way, he doubted he’d be able to jump anywhere in time. Instead, Lukas let a thin strand of shadows curl from the palm of his hand, figuring he could bind the panther and leave without hurting it.

hand: “Thomas!” Caden rushed the cell, hand outstretched. Their fingers barely met before something wrapped around Caden's neck and threw him to the ground.

night: Benjamin frowned, handing Nathaniel his discarded jacket. “That boy they caught last night, he's to go in the arena against more than a dozen infected.”

circle(d): “Too many,” Zach muttered. He circled a large cluster of names. They’d been killed relatively close together and Zach was convinced they were connected. The other names, from earlier years, he couldn’t make sense of.

spun/spin: “Wait!” Lukas took a deep breath and held the knife over his hand. He glanced up at Zachary, who'd spun around, watching the shaking tip of the blade. Lukas brought the knife down, hissing as he dragged it across his palm. Blood began to pool in his hand and he watched it, breathing through the sting. 

face: Nathaniel groaned and leaned back towards safety. The ground was higher up on the Limbus side of the wall and he could easily see the scowl on Benjamin's face. 

please: “Thomas? Thomas, say something.” Caden stretched through the bars his fingers barely grazing Thomas's disheveled hair. “Please …?”

handle: [Caden] welcomed the silence that followed her departure. The dead were so much easier to handle than the living. 

palm: “Cut your hand.” Zachary held up his own hand, pointing to a spot just above the center of his palm. “Right here.”

cough(ing): He fumbled through the cupboards for a glass, still coughing. 

inch(ed): “No.” Zach inched away. He couldn’t fight back and Lukas knew it. Any spell he cast would render him unconscious and he’d most certainly wake up with that thing clamped tight around his wrist again. This way he had a chance.

edge: Zach took a breath, his eyes stinging at the thought that someone could care this much and go to so much trouble. He sat down on the edge of the bed and buried his head in his hands.

habit(s): His knees buckled and hit the ground. Johnathan’s shadow fell across him. Caden kept his head bowed, whether from habit or exhaustion he wasn’t prepared to know.

teeth: With his teeth, he undid the knot on his bracelet. He didn’t want to use it, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He could fix it later. Undoing just enough of the bracelet he tore a small piece from it and shoved the rest in his pocket. 

center: [Caden] pulled on the first draw. For a second he thought they were locked, but he gave it a hard tug and the draw came unstuck, rattling to the end of the tracks. Little letters lined the center of each section. He skimmed the lines and found the letter he was after. Some garbage about renewable energy sources for Limbus, not that any of it would ever be put into action.

eight: “I'll explain later. Just find it. The code is five eight five two seven.” Zach reached for the key around Lukas’s neck. The chain was gone.

refuse(ed)(ing): Nope

between: “What?” Zach looked between the eight council members, none of them prepared to show him any sympathy, or mercy. “No. No you can’t! I’ll die!”

autumn: Nope

fire: [Zach’s] aim sucked but the fire was large enough that if he missed he’d save the wolves the trouble of killing him and die of embarrassment instead. He inched towards the edge of the clearing, making sure he was still concealed by the shadows, and lobbed the pouch into the air.

(a)round: Caden pressed himself against the metal, curling his fingers around the bars. “I promise, I’m gonna get you out of this, okay?” 

fence: Nope

dusk: Nope

close: Zach doubled over, whimpering at the pain coursing through his body. Lukas leaned down and scooped Zach up, cradling him close. He turned back to Emily. “Get Sophia set up in the guest room. I’ll be there in a moment.”

drop(ping): “No, I mean me. You're not supposed to be here. Remember?” He held out a hand, eyes dropping to where he knew she'd concealed the gun.

grip: Zach tugged his arm from the Shadow’s grip and moved closer to the bar.  “Since I no longer have a place of residence, consider me surprised.”

away: “Hey.” Zach pulled his attention away from the marks. “You don’t need to treat me like I’m fragile, okay? I can take a hell of a beating before I break. These,” he indicated to the bruises, “aren’t the work of someone who hates me.”

warm: Lukas dropped Zach's wrists. One hand moving behind his head, the other snaked under his shirt pressing against the small of his back pulling him closer. The contact sent a shiver up his spine and his body buzzed. For the first time in months, he felt warm.

over: “Mr Abernathy, prompt as usual.” Zach looked for the speaker. All eyes appeared to be on the council woman at the centre of the line. She turned her attention to Zach, peering over the top of her glasses. “And the ever-elusive Mr Donovan. We meet at last.”

score: Nope

thunder: Nope

growl(ed): “Lukas,” Zach growled, “we will die here if you don't unlock this.”

throw(n): “Oh, Zach.” [Sammy] rested a hand atop the monitor, flicking the switch. The screen buzzed to life, static cutting the silence. Zach squinted down at the over-exposed image. In the centre of the screen lay a twitching figure. Their head thrown back in a silent scream. The image darkened, light no longer flooding the screen. Zach lurched forward pressing his hand to the glass. “I found your little friend trying to break in. Seems he’s rather fond of you. Well, almost as fond as I am.”

slide (I got a lot of slid but not slide, so have some slid): Lukas pulled several books halfway off the shelf before finally finding the right one. He slid it across the table. “You sure you’re good to do this now?” 

faint: Nope

dirt: He scanned the pack and found his target on the furthest edge of the clearing. On her wrist was the reason he was crouched in the dirt. A thin bracelet woven from thread that shimmered in the firelight, changing colour every time the light hit it. It was all the proof Zach needed of her guilt. 

hard: Axel closed his eyes, breathing hard. “You can’t promise that. You don’t … you don’t even remember!” Axel wobbled precariously, his foot slipping before he regained his balance.

love: Sammy ran a hand under Zach’s chin, lifting his head forcing Zach to meet his gaze. “Now, who do you love?”

proud: Johnathan crouched beside the post. “Not so proud now, are we?”

(g)round: Nathaniel groaned and leaned back towards safety. The ground was higher up on the Limbus side of the wall and he could easily see the scowl on Benjamin's face. 

shake: Nope

tower(ed): “Not used to healing normally?” Lukas peered over the top of his book. Somehow, the stack in front of him had grown in the last hour and now towered precariously above them both.

anchor: Nope

next: “You so much as bring a spider into this apartment I will kick your ass from here to next Sunday.”

grasp: His skin crackled with the absence of his magic. The more he fought the block, the worse it affected him. But he didn’t care. He just wanted it to stop. Lukas was there, prising his fingers away from the band, holding them tight in his warm grasp. 

fall: “Dark Magic is not something you want to fall victim to, by an enemy or a lover.”

year: A year of searching for him and now the only thing that stood in the way was the cold metal bars. Caden longed to close the gap between them. To know he wasn’t hallucinating or in some kind of cruel dream. 

lost: Lukas had lost contact with Zachary after their first meeting. He’d begun to suspect the worst when Lyra showed up at his door, closely followed by the young witch himself.

time: The councilwoman held up her hand, silencing them both. “Tragedy aside, it does not excuse your actions. You’ve admitted your guilt and while the council has taken into account all factors, we hereby sentence you to two years imprisonment, during which time your powers will be left under a block.”

edge: “Chasing down another lead. Got stuck on the edge of the Glitch dealing with infected.” Caden nudged the nearest body with his toe. “You leave anyone alive this time?”

front: “Fair point.” Zach knelt in the grass staring straight ahead. If his hunch was right, and he was sure it was, the coven would be somewhere in front of them. He released the mouse and watched it stagger before running forward. Keeping his eyes on the mouse he straightened up and asked, “How many witches have you dealt with?” 

above: This facility hadn't been authorised for anything Infected related. Caden reached for the file only to stop, hand hovering above the paper. 

plant: Nope

break: No, he was labelled a murderer the second people saw him. He’d naively thought he’d get a break from the accusatory staring with Lukas.

tomorrow: Nope

yesterday: Nope

hug: Lukas dropped his hands and pulled Zach into a hug. Zach tensed.

end: He pulled on the first draw. For a second he thought they were locked, but he gave it a hard tug and the draw came unstuck, rattling to the end of the tracks. Little letters lined the center of each section. He skimmed the lines and found the letter he was after. Some garbage about renewable energy sources for Limbus, not that any of it would ever be put into action.

suffer: “Have you heard the story about the witch and her shadow? Of course, you have. It's the reason your people suffer, after all. She loved her Shadow. Whoever said opposites attract was a fool or a liar.”

year: “What was I supposed to say? That I'm doing her uncle on the regular? I don't think that's really appropriate conversation for a five-year-old.”

sun: “A shadow who loves the sun, who would have thought.”

play: “These are the games we have to play to survive.”

type: Em smiled. It was a kind smile, the type only a mother could give. “Come into the kitchen, we’ll let these two talk a moment.”

strap: Nope

swing(ing): “No. Neither is Sophia.” Emily smiled at her daughter. Sophia was swinging her legs, scribbling across her colouring books, not paying the slightest attention to their conversation. “I’m a telepath. But you already knew that.”

crown: Nope

beautiful: Caden hovered in the door listening to the melody Nathaniel coaxed from the piano. As beautiful as it was he couldn’t let it continue. Caden cleared his throat and the sound faded.

bright(est): “It’s a big one.” Zach had to admit, it wasn’t his brightest moment. Every other book was what anyone would class as ‘big’. To save himself further embarrassment he added, “It chronicles all witch deaths. There’s probably a few volumes.”

mother: “And who do you think taught your mother that recipe?” Mr Abernathy shouted from sitting room.

glass: The cell didn’t offer much in the way of privacy, with four glass walls and constant fluorescent lights shining down on him, his pain became a spectacle for everyone who hated witches.

#Tag games #still the best game #sorry there's not much new content #I don't know how FOUR of you did this much damage #JohnathanMontgomery

[jewishaxelwalker]

Out from Isolation

Axel Walker does not have a past, a backstory, a history. He's made sure of that.

He torches his records every 25 years.

(also available on AO3)

“Okay so...one more time. Explain it to me one more time. I swear this time, I’ll 100% understand.”

Axel sighed, pulled the spoon out of his mouth and plopped it back into the mostly-empty bowl of frozen yogurt. “Like I said the last three times, I’m immortal. Eternal, to be more specific because like, I can totally die, but it takes some decent effort.” Joey nodded, seemingly to himself, mouthing the words ‘immortal’ and ‘eternal’ a few times, followed closely by the phrase ‘what the fuck’. “You don’t believe me.”

“I’m trying to wrap my head around the idea!” In the dozens of lives he’d lived over the last few centuries, Joey was easily the best friend he’d ever had. And the first person he’d tried to explain the whole ‘I’ve been alive longer than you’d think’ thing to in...a good hundred years. “And some witch just cursed you with immortality?”

“Dolya Nedolya is not a witch.” Axel snapped, testy. Insulting her was a good way to flip his fortunes for the worse. “She’s the goddess of personal fate. Apparently, I was supposed to have this totally kick-ass life, but I was born poor around one of the major plague years, so that wasn’t going to happen.”

He could practically see Joey’s brain desperately trying to dig up remnants of his 9th grade world history class. “So how’d it happen? This Dolya just bopped you on the head and was like bam, immortal?” Axel sighed again, swirling his spoon around in the melted mess that his froyo had become. Should have picked a heartier food to have this conversation over, like pizza.

“Well, I’d just buried my mother. Literally, I was in the cemetery and everything. So this old woman comes up to me and puts her hand on my shoulder, which wasn’t uncommon, people had been doing that all day.” He took a moment to recall his mother, with her dark hair and blue eyes. They’d looked so much alike when he was a young child, same facial shape, same mouth, same eyes. His father had died shortly after he’d been born and he had no siblings, so the pair of them had been thick as thieves until the day his mother died. She had been a weaver, and he’d learned to make simple clothes at her knee, a skill he’d continued to hone over time. No matter the era or place, people always needed clothes.

“Ax?” Joey waved his hand in front of Axel’s face and he startled, not realizing just how long the pause he’d taken had lasted.

“Right, yeah. The old woman. She said she’d come as soon as she’d heard I was on my own, asked what I’d do now. The town I’d grown up in was small, and didn’t really have anything for me now that my mother was gone.” He’d looked for it, the last time he’d been in Europe, but the land had long since swallowed the place where he was born. “She suggested I try Kiev, as a young man with skill could make his mark easily there. I told her that I didn’t want to make a mark, that I wanted to die.”

He’d been in a bad place that day, which was understandable. He was completely alone for the first time in his life, and this nosy old broad wasn’t exactly making his mood any lighter.

“That was about the time she smacked me upside the head and called me ungrateful which, rude. And that’s when I actually went and looked at her.” Dolya hadn’t really been old, more around his mother’s age. Axel had heard stories about fate visiting people, he’d just never thought she’d come for him. He wasn’t that special. “Dolya told me that I’d been destined to achieve greatness, but I’d never do it there or, frankly, then. I’ve always looked young, and I guess Dolya was feeling whimsical that day, because she told me that I'd be 17 forever.” He paused his story there, taking the time to scrape up the last of his pistachio yogurt soup. His mouth was dry. “Well actually she said I'd be 'forever on the precipice of manhood, destined never to topple', which to me was basically the fanciest set of words ever strung together, back when I heard them."

"Which was..?" Axel hoped that Joey didn’t notice his little wince. This was always the hard part.

"I wanna say early 1400s? It's been a long time, and I didn't actually notice that I'd stopped aging until I was 50."

There was a long stretch of quiet, then. Axel could hear kids playing basketball on the court across the street from their apartment. His bowl was empty, the bright yellow spoon from the froyo place seeming to mock him where it sat.

“So you’ve been 17 for like 600 years? Shit, you’ve got that vampire kid beat by miles.” Axel choked on the breath he’d been holding, too relieved to care that his laughter had spiraled into a coughing fit.

“Did you just compare me to the guy from Twilight?! We’re not friends anymore.”

But they were friends, best friends. Friends that shared the deepest of secrets. They talked all through the afternoon, until the day’s shadows lengthened and vanished. Joey asked him about his earliest years (”Isn’t Kiev in Poland?” “Close, Ukraine. I’m not from Kiev, though. The town I was born in was several hundred miles away, and was part of Russia. It might be part of the Ukraine now, I don’t know. I haven’t really kept up with border lines since I came to America.”), and how he’d managed to keep himself alive for so long (”Stayed away from big cities when people started dying like crazy, avoided getting caught up in any big revolutions, stole and hid a lot of gold over the years, and changed identities every 25 years or so.”).

“So wait, is Axel Walker even your real name?” Axel shrugged.

“Legally? Yeah. I’ve got a guy who draws up new identities for me. His great-grandfather and I served in the war together. I just tell him what I want my new name to be, he does the rest.”

Originally, his name had been Absalom. He’d kept that name for a long time, traveling from place to place whenever people began to act like they knew him too well. It worked for decades, too; no one questioned the legitimacy of Absalom the walker, who traveled here and there with his cart and sold the clothes made in his mother’s shop back home. He simply was, and simply did. 

And then some asshole came up with surnames and record-keeping, and his entire way of life went out the window. 

Absalom became Abraham, became Alexander, became Arthur. Then back to Absalom for a brief period in the early 1900s, when he enlisted and was sent back to Europe. From around 1930 through 1965, he was Adam. Safer that way. He might go back to Absalom again some day, if the old-fashioned biblical names ever come back into style.

Joey raised a brow.

“It’s a version of my real name.” Axel relented. Absalom Walker had a paper trail, one he’d tried damned hard to erase effectively but...bits and pieces were still there. And that part of his life, he wasn’t ready to share just yet.

His larger friend shrugged, then stretched his arms above his head, went to stand. “Okay, fine. So now that I know you’re legal to have a beer, want one?” Axel wrinkled his nose, and Joey laughed. “You’re older than dirt and you just...never learned to like beer, huh?”

“You shouldn’t have to learn to like a drink.” Axel grumbled, following Joey to the kitchen. “Beer is just Stockholm Syndrome: the beverage.”

Joey laughed so loud and so long at that, their downstairs neighbor began to bang on her ceiling with a broom. Axel would apologize later, probably. Mrs. Bergman was in her 80s and crotchety as hell, but she also liked to shove fresh batches of aebleskivers at him whenever he went home via the fire escape and passed her window.

“You realize that every time you say something weird now, you won’t be quirky, right? You’re just a confused old man, who can’t understand the youth of today.” Joey gasped once he’d finished laughing, tossing him a bottle of root beer. 

“Joey, you’re 25. You’re not even a youth of today anymore.”

“Maybe, but I don’t remember where I was when Franz Ferdinand was shot.” Now it’s Axel’s turn to laugh and he does, throwing his twist-off cap at his roommate.

He’d expected this to be weird, for Joey to send him packing. To have to up and leave a city yet again  because of something he literally had no control over.

Instead, they’re drinking root beer and laughing about historical assassinations. As you do.

“You know you’re stuck with me, right? I’m gonna be your grand kids’ babysitter someday.” I’ll be a pallbearer at your funeral, he doesn’t say, because that reality is just too sad to think about right now.

“I figured as much, when I woke up from a coma and you’d moved into my place. We’re BFF, bro, emphasis on that second F.” Joey held out his fist for bumping, and Axel took the offer.

Eternity lasted a lot long time, and it could get lonely. But for the first time in quite a while, Axel was content. He’d be set for friendship for the next few decades. 

And who knew, maybe tar could be just as ageless as he was. It couldn’t hurt to try.

#Axel Walker #Joey Monteleone #Flash Rogues #fanfic #Trickster #Tar Pit

[avengerdragoness]

Dislocations Gone Right [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry this took an extra day to get up. I’m up to my eyeballs in homework and responsibilities. But here is the figure skater fic FINALL! I really hope you all love it! It’s a longer one so fair warning lol. I tried my hardest to use correct terminology and did quite a bit of research for it. I really hope you guys enjoy this! (I appreciate any feedback <33) Love you guys!

[Fd/n] - Friend Name

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If there was one thing you love, it’s figure skating. It’s been something you’ve done since you were a child. Always striding to get to that next step, complete that next turn, land that next jump. In the winter you could be found at a frozen pond behind your home, in the summer it was at the ice rink. Your parents watched you grow as their child and an athlete. Everyone in your family found your skating captivating whenever they got the chance to watch you. Family friends would often end up finding you on the pond and end up watching you as well.

You are born for this. It’s what you were put on this earth to do, and nothing was going to stop you. And nothing did. Continuing to grow in your skating, winning contest after contest. First place ribbons were your wallpaper. Winning at nearly every level. Though you had one step to overcome, and that’s to get into the Olympics. One day you’d represent everyone in your country on the ice. You know that day will come, it has too. It just has too.

So despite multiple concerns expressed by your coach and family you train day after day. Constantly being told not to strain yourself. How were you supposed to slow down when you’re this close?!

It wasn’t until a childhood friend asked if you would stop by to see her at one of the ice skating classes she would teach. Saying how the minute she expressed the both of you are friends her students begged for you to come and visit them. You had training to do, but how could you turn this down? You’d always wanted to help someone learn. Guest teaching a whole class would be an honor. So, you accepted the offer.

You were walking toward the ice rink your friend worked at. Hair pulled back with your bag hanging loosely on your shoulder. Though you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings while reading some texts from your coach. He was once again scolding you over not having taken any breaks since you were told you’re eligible participate in preliminary rounds.

This is kind of a break, right?

Walking in you accidentally bumped into someone, mumbling an apology before making your way inside. Not taking in the faces of the two men you bumped into.

Walking into the area of the rink you heard laughing and squealing. Obviously it was the young class warming up. Tucking your phone away, smiling at the sight of the young skaters.

Leaning against the barrier you just stared through the glass for a while. Watching the kids warm up and your friend making sure everyone was doing it correctly, you weren’t pulled away until you heard a small voice gasp.

Seeing a small girl with black locks and a pair of sparkling green eyes. “Y-you’re [F/n] [L/n]” she smiled pointing to you. Smiling with a small laugh you kneeled to her eye level, “I am, what’s your name sweetie?”

She smiled widely, “Lian!” exclaiming happily. “Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Lian.” holding your hand out to her. She took it, still beaming. “But excuse me if I’m wrong, shouldn’t you be warming up with your class?” noticing the pair of skates on her feet. She nodded before waving to you and running to the door of the rink. You were about to yell for her not to run in her skates but she was already gone and on the rink.

Laughing to yourself you shook your head. “She reminds me of me” sitting in a chair to slip your own pair on. “[F/n]!” Turning your head to the voice of your friend. “[Fd/n]” you greeted, standing up on the blade without so much as a wobble. Giving her a quick hug before she led you to the rink. “Gosh how have you been?” she questioned.

“You know, a lot of training. Getting scolded by my coach for over training.” You laughed, as did she. “You never were one for taking breaks” commenting while stepping on to the ice. Following suit you shrugged, “Guilty is charged.”

“ALRIGHT EVERYONE LINE UP” [Fd/n] called as all of the kids came over and stopped in front of you both. They all stared at you in awe. You looked at the class of about 7, 5 being girls and 2 being boys. “Okay everyone this is my friend I was telling you about, [F/n] [L/n]” they all smiled at you. “Hi everyone it’s so great to meet you all” waving to the kids with a smile of your own.

Noticing as the girl you recognized as Lian leaned to one of the boys and whispered “Told ya she was pretty” as the boy just blushed. Allowing you a small chuckled.

“What do you all say we get started, with some forward swizzles?” [Fd/n] clapped her hands together smiling. The kids proceeded to do their moves, this one a simple movement of skating your feet apart and then back together while gliding forward. All while keeping both skates on the ice. You watched and helped the kids where you could.

They liked to ask you a lot of questions on what it was like to be at your level. Especially during their water breaks. You barely got any time to talk to [Fd/n] because of their questions, not that you minded them.

The water breaks fell between teaching the kids. The lesson consisted of swizzles, dips, two foot glides, and even some one foot glides. You were rather impressed with the kids, often remembering back to when you first started skating.

It was fun to help them. Relaxing even. You were sad when the lesson began to draw to a close, loving teaching these kids. Sharing the passion you have for the sport with them. Crossing your arms you watched as [Fd/n] talked about an upcoming youth competition. Though as soon as she finished Lian had her hand in the air, ready to ask a question. “Yes Lian?”

“Can [F/n] please please please show us how she skates?” she begged, the other children nodding in agreement. Though you were taken aback at the question, you looked between the kids and [Fd/n] before sputtering out a ‘yes.’

Gliding over you stopped in front of the kids. “What do you guys what to see me do?” you asked, swaying your hands at your sides. They just shrugged, looking over you saw parents beginning to arrive and decided it’d be best to keep this short. “How about a couple spins?” you questioned smiling. All of their faces lit up at the suggestion as they vigorously nodded their heads.

You glided away from the group, turning to the group and digging the blade of your skate into the ice to bring you to a stop, not noticing as someone else came into the facility.

“Ready?” Jason heard someone call. His attention immediately drawing to the center of the rink, seeing the same girl that had bumped into him and Roy earlier. Jason had gone with him because Roy asked him to pick up Lian, Roy wanted to make sure that there wouldn’t be any trouble with Jay getting her.

However, he recognized you from somewhere, but he just couldn’t place it. He watched as you stuck the pick of your skate into the ice. Having his attention he leaned against the barrier of the rink, watching your every move. He was completely captivated.

Witnessing as you pushed yourself forward, building momentum before pushing off and doing two full rotations, landing on one foot you used the momentum from landing to repeat the motion, and pushing off the third time you went into a double axel adding another half spin after the first two. All before landing graceful on one blade again and halting yourself.

“Whoa!” he heard the group of kids say in awe by you. But he had to admit, he was pretty in awe by you as well. He’d never seen anything so graceful, and he has an acrobat for a brother. Though he wasn’t expecting for you to look over. His blue eyes met with your [e/c] hues, and he couldn’t help but smile at you. Seeing a blush cross your face as you sheepishly smiled at the ice and skated over to the group.

His eyes didn’t come off of you, watching as you talked with Lian’s instructor. Finding your every move enchanting. It wasn’t until a certain ‘niece’ of his came running over.

“Uncle Jay! Uncle Jay!” she squealed running up to him. “Hey kiddo” he sweeped her up into a hug, missing the endearing look he was currently being given by you. “Did you have fun?”

“Yes! You have to meet Ms. [F/n] she’s so nice! And and she’s a professional ice skater! Can we please stay and watch her practice?” She begged, having heard your conversation with [Fd/n].

He simply smiled and nodded, Liam surprised she wouldn't have to give him puppy dog eyes.

And In fact Lian had heard you right. Like everyday, there is no time to take a break.

“You really shouldn’t overwork yourself like this.” [Fd/n] said watching you stretch your shoulders. Scoffing and rolling your eyes, “You sound like my mother.” A laugh escaping your throat. “If I can get this move mastered, there’s no way I won’t qualify!”

“What is this move?” She cocked an eyebrow at you, a curious look on her face. Turning to her on your skates, you stood proud before saying “A quadruple lutz spin.”

Her jaw dropped to the ice, “You would be the first woman to do that!”

“I know, that’s why I’ve been training so hard, I’m trying to master it!” Smiling at her, she let out a sigh. “Fine I won’t nag you but, be careful please. I have to go to my other job but the rink is yours”

“Thank you [Fd/n], let’s do this again” pulling her into a hug. She returned it smiling “Yeah, yeah, I’m the best” she muttered, making you laugh. After waving goodbye to her you set to work. Oblivious to the two sets of eyes watching you.

Jason and Lian were the only ones left in the area, Lian watched your every move. She watched as you would push off make a few rotations before hitting the ice again, half the time landing on your ass. Jason was impressed with your perseverance, after a calming breath or two you’d be back on your feet, ready to give it another go. It’s admirable. Though it was beginning to get late and Jason had to get Lian home to Roy before he got back from a mission he had with Oliver.

“Lian we should go soon” ruffling the girl’s black locks. “Noooo” she whined, whipping around to look at him. “Lian I have to get you home before your dad gets back” Jason reasoned. The girl simply crossed her arms and pouted, “We can stay a few more minutes” he gave in with a sigh.

Looking back over, he saw you going at it for another time. Though on the way down the pick of your skate got caught on the ice, watching as you tried to stop yourself with your arm before you fell full force on your wrist.

Hearing a dreadful popping noise, pain shot through your wrist and up your arm, “Son of a!” you yelled clutching it. Looking at your wrist, seeing it contorted in all the wrong ways. “Fucking fantastic” you mumbled laying your head back on the ice.

“Hey are you alright?!” a deeper voice yelled from the stands. Looking over you saw Lian and the man you locked eyes with earlier. “I-I don’t think so” calling back while sitting up and cradling your injured wrist. “Can you get out on your own?” he questioned again. Nodding you got to your feet before skating over to the door. The duo meeting you there and opening it for you.

Sitting down on a chair Jason kneeled in front of you. “Lian can you run and get some ice please?” she looked at him before nodding and running off toward the ice machine.

“Here let me see” holding his hand out, voice gentle. But he grimaced upon seeing it, examining the injury carefully. “What’s your name?” you asked, watching as his eyes trailed up to yous. “Jason Todd, you?”

“[F/n] [L/n]” smiling at him. Nodding his head, “Ah so you’re Miss [F/n].” Chuckling you answered “That I am” before he returned to your wrist, touching one spot making you jump from a jolt of pain “ow!”

“Sorry, I just- I was seeing if it was dislocated. It’s dislocated.” meeting your eyes again. “You need to go to the hospital”

You let out a sigh, “Dammit” rubbing your face. “I’ll have to call a cab” looking around for your phone. “No it’s fine, Lian and I can take you.” Jason offered. “No, no, I couldn’t ask that of you” waving your uninjured hand in front of you.

“No I insist, you shouldn’t wait to get that checked out. I’ve seen my fair share of injuries and that’s not a pretty one”

He was standing in front of you now. Sighing you nodded, “Thank you” leaning down to untie your skates. Noticing as he ran over to your bag and grabbed your things before bringing them over. Throwing your skates in the bag before pulling on your tennis shoes. But realizing you couldn’t tie them with your hand.

Without a moment's hesitation Jason kneeled down and swiftly tied the laces. Leading you to thank him for what felt like the thousandth time. Finding him very sweet and caring, not to mention attractive. Just look at that jawline.

“I got the ice!” Lian yelled running over with the item, snapping you out of your thoughts. Smiling you took it from her, “and thank you Lian”

“Let's get you to the hospital.” Jason nodded his head toward the door, standing up you went to grab your bag. “No keep the ice on your wrist, I’ll carry that.” snatching up your bag before you could even respond. Lian giggled, “My Uncle Jay has good reflexes and is fast”

You smiled at her “Oh really?” She nodded smiling widely. Then going on to tell multiple stories about Jason, during the entire ride to the hospital. Jason couldn’t get a single word in, just chuckling at her constant talking.

When walking into the ER the nurse’s eyes widened at the sight of your wrist. She pushed you to the top of the list and got your paperwork done. Before you knew it, you were in a hospital room with Jason and Lian. Lian having fallen asleep in the chair in the corner.

“She’s a cutie” nodding to the girl. He chuckled, “Yeah, my friend sure can make’em”

“Thank you for all of this Jason, it means a lot” turning more to face him, keeping the ice on your wrist. “No problem, can’t just leave Lian’s hero to suffer from a dislocated wrist can I?” the smirk prevalent in his tone. “Guess not” you shrugged.

You went on chatting for a good while before the doctors returned with the results on your x-rays. Much to your luck and relief it wasn’t a serious dislocation. They would have to sedate you to put it back in place and you’d need a cast though. But they could start preparations to put you under as soon as possible.

Jason noticed your whole demeanor relax tremendously. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just really happy it’s not too serious. Man if it was my foot or something, who knows what would happen? Might have even jeopardized my Olympics chances” letting a sigh escape after the sentence. “You’re going to be in the Olympics?!” Jason’s eyes widened in disbelief. Giggling you answered, “I don’t know yet but I’m eligible, just need to qualify”

“That’s amazing, you’re amazing!” Losing control of his own mouth for a moment. The words making you both blush.

“Um, hey what do you say when you get the cast and I drop off Lian, we go get some dinner?” he offered with confidence but you could sense some meekness or nervousness in his demeanour. You smiled, feeling butterflies in your stomach “Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”

He beamed at you before nodding, both of you not having noticed Lian had awoken. “Uncle Jay is going on a date with Miss [F/n]!” she yelled excited, the both of your whipping around to see her bright eyed and bushy tailed.

You looked at each other before bursting out laughing. Perhaps Lian has a new aunt coming her way in the future.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd imagines #jason todd #red hood x reader #red hood imagine #red hood imagines #red hood #batfam x reader #batfam imagine #batfam imagines #batfam #dc #dc imagine #dc imagines #lian harper #figure skater fic #figure skater reader #original idea

[sylvermyth]

2016 Year in Fics

I’m totally stealing the idea from @caseyvalhalla​ (minus all the stats because I have way too many little fics....also I might’ve cheated by copy/pasting them from my fic directory.....)

Total words for 2016:  144,768

This year’s top trends:

unfinished WIP that I keep saying I’ll update

not updating said WIP

a bazillion short fics

branching out with kinkfics and rarepairs and other fandoms

Goals for 2017:

get the ball rolling on this year’s fic writing

finish at least ONE of my WIP (probably Matters of Pride)

write more in other fandoms

write more.

Eternal thanks to:

@apiegohome​ (waifu!) and @nicayal​ for keeping me motivated all year long, listening to whatever nonsense happens to be coming out my mouth at any given moment...also for the figure skating AU (and especially nicayal for your wealth of figure skating knowledge) AND also for helping host @kh-worldsconnected​.

@princess-wasabi​ for always being enthusiastic about my writing, no matter what it is, and for providing me with so, so much art, ilusm my dear.  <3

@savaage-nymph​ and @keybaes​ for also spoiling me with art

@caseyvalhalla​ SEMPAI NOTICED ME!!  No, but seriously, chatting has been such a pleasure, and the solidarity of two non-traditional students has been very helpful these past couple months.  Also your input has been indispensable

many, many others who support my writing through tags, comments, replies, IMs, etc.  <3

PS:  putting the fic list under the cut because it got kinda long....

Matters of Pride (WIP) Rating: T Word Count: 16,113 Pairings: Sora/Riku Fantasy, modern AU Art/fic exchange with @savaage-nymph​ He’d never seen someone look so removed from their surroundings; sure, everybody lived in their own bubble while riding the train, but when Sora looked at him, it was more like he was on a different plane of existence.  Of course, that could have just been Sora being dramatic. Chapter 1: The 7:05 Chapter 2: Just a Scratch Chapter 3: Stalked Chapter 4: Coming to Terms Chapter 5: Instincts Chapter 6: Resources Chapter 7: Under a Dream Sky

Pilfering Silver (WIP) Rating: T Word Count: 9,768 Pairings: Sora/Riku Fantasy, genie AU #november Sora grew up as a street rat.  A mysterious boy, Ku, joined him on his adventures, until one day he disappears.  Sora seeks his friend afterward, and what he finds isn’t quite what he expected.  Can he be reunited with the boy he’s come to care for so much? Chapter 8: Competition Chapter 9: In Favor Chapter 10: Under Scrutiny Chapter 11: Incongruent

A Branded Nobody (WIP) Rating: M Word Count: 9,119 Pairings: Platonic only; Sea Salt Trio Fantasy, slavery AU; warnings for angst/drama, self-destructive thoughts, and references of abuse. It was there, just on the edge of the sector, that Axel’s focus turned to the dull blue eyes, flat like unpolished stones, but still such a stunning hue under those lowered lids.  Perhaps it wasn’t the best criteria to choose a slave by, but then, Axel had always been peculiar like that. Chapter 2: Cautious Steps Chapter 3: Nobody’s Name Chapter 4: Shades Between

Iced

Summary: All that glitters is not gold. Sometimes it’s just an overdressed ice skater trying to regain an ounce of composure after superman-bellyflopping a jump in front of his coach. But hey, everyone has off days. Since qualifying for Nationals and an unexpected locker room encounter with his fellow Sectionals medalist, Roxas has just been having a few more than usual of late.

Main pairing: AkuRoku Rating: T (for now) Chapter word count: 13,013 Co-Authors: @sylvermyth, @apiegohome, @nicayall AO3 Collection: http://archiveofourown.org/collections/Iced

- Sparks and Sparkles - Namesake - Ugly Duckling - At Second Glance - Charity Case - Shine a little

Partager (YOI) Rating: G Word Count: 1240 If anything, it was a sign of trust that Victor left Makkachin in the care of the Katsuki family.  In the care of Yuuri.

Patinage (YOI) Rating: G Word Count: 3643 “Yuuri…” Victor knelt in front of him, and Yuuri hissed in pain when Victor pulled one battered foot into his lap. “How long have you been a skater, hm?” It was chiding, but Victor’s hands were gentle as he inspected tender blisters and welts. “How are you supposed to skate your best when your feet are in such a poor state?”

sentiment (YOI) Rating: G Word Count: 1050 For all that Hasetsu was completely foreign to Victor, it was almost a relief to be there.  Never mind the Japanese assaulting his ears, the illegible signs, the culture that should be shocking him. The food was fantastic, the alcohol potent, and the hot springs—well, Victor was taking full advantage of that.

Glace (Yuri on Ice) Rating: T Word Count: 985 Yurio introspective. His wins feel empty, and when Victor runs off to Japan, he has a moment of self-discovery.

Coming Undone Rating: E Word Count: 2519 Pairing: VanVen Ventus fantasizes about Vanitas, even though he knows Vanitas is dangerous.  Somehow, that makes it more exciting.

Girls’ Night Out Rating: T Word Count: 5180 #yyhbb Divergence from Three Kings arc:  with most of Team Urameshi occupied in demon world, and Kuwabara cramming for exams, the human world is being assaulted by low-level criminals trying to take advantage of the absence of a spirit detective.    However, just because there’s no spirit detective, doesn’t mean there’s no one to defend against troublesome demons.  “So what do you say, Botan?  How about us girls tackle the problem, this time?”

Love Lessons Rating: T Word Count: 6172 Pairing: SoRiku Riku is the socially awkward math teacher.  Sora is the new PE teacher. Riku is instantly smitten, even as he embarrasses himself by spilling his coffee on Sora’s shoes. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Learning Curve Rating: M Word Count: 2329 Pairing: SoRiku Sequel to Love Lessons.  Sora and Riku have done little more than kissing, until Riku suggests a night in.  PWP, fluff.

statera Rating:  T Word Count: 1764 Pairing: VanVen (ish) #worldsconnected 2k16 The room where Ven slept remained undiscovered, and the world met its fate, even as he waited. And waited. And still, neither Aqua nor Terra came to wake him, and really, without his friends, he had no reason to wake. So he slumbered on.  No matter how well protected a place, or a person, there was always one thing that would find a way, past wards, and locked doors. Time.

I move the stars for no one Rating: G Word Count: 5592 Pairing: SoRiku (ish) #worldsconnected 2k16 …if they wanted it bad enough, humans could see the Goblin Realm, and the goblins who lived there.  Sora had always been that kind of person. He was a daydreamer, and saw a little bit of magic in everything. He’d always thought that there was a little bit more to the world than the world let on, and he wasn’t wrong, even if he didn’t know it.  A Labyrinth adaptation.

The draw of dreams Rating: T Word Count: 4798 Pairing: NamShi #worldsconnected 2k16 Miss Larxene and Mister Marluxia had taken her in readily enough, and they’d been gracious to her. Kind. At first. It had happened so gradually that she didn’t notice until it was too late. A sharp word over a small matter, until one word became a torrent of them, and then one day, the words were punctuated by blows. Not that anyone would’ve known, with the layers of petticoats that fashion decreed she wear, and long sleeves covering the bruises on her arms, and even if they had, who would care? She had no one.

The Light-keeper Rating: M Word Count: 2210 Pairing: AkuRoku #AkuRoku Month 2k16 The waves had broken above the rocks, leaving a trail of splintered wood, and there, clinging just above the waterline, was a man.  Roxas hesitated, searching for a safe path before climbing down to his aid.   “Hey.  Are you alive?”  Roxas groped for the the man’s arm, eyes straining against the darkness and rain that was still falling.

On the other end Rating: M Word Count: 1897 Pairing:  AkuRoku Roxas froze, eyes narrowing as he processed the overheard conversation. Of course he’d only heard one side of it, and out of context at that.   But even out of context, the last part of the conversation implied that Axel was lying to him about something.

Locksmith Rating: T Word Count: 1580 Pairing: Zemyx The apartment’s sole occupant, sitting in an armchair and sipping tea, was not Axel, and Demyx, in his surprise, said as much: “You’re not Axel.”  “No,” the man agreed.

Appropriation Rating: M Word Count:  1887 Pairing: AkuNo Heist/con man AU where Reno runs a ‘legitimate business’ and recruits Axel.

The cake is a lie Rating: T Word Count: 2474 Pairing: AkuRoku #fandomworkday2016 There’s nothing sweet about working at Minnie’s Bakery.   It’s a combination of retail and food service, with the usual run of cranky customers, and a manager who’s over-critical and overly creepy in turns.  It’s really not Roxas’s day, but that’s nothing unusual.  What is unusual is what’s waiting for him at the end of the day, a spark of light at the end of the tunnel.  Written for Take Your Fandom To Work Day 2016.

Voyeur Rating: M Word Count: 1458 Pairings: AkuRoku Roxas likes to watch his new neighbor.

Rikuzel Rating: T Word Count: 2816 Pairings: SoRiku Rapunzel, but with Riku.

Angora Roving Rating: T Word Count: 2291 Pairings: SoRiku Easter 2k16 In which Sora decides to adopt a pet rabbit, whose name is Riku.

Self-Indulgence Rating: E Word Count: 3521 Pairings: SoRiku microphilia kinkfic Even if the cookies didn’t say “Eat me,” they were still begging to be eaten, they were still from Wonderland, and Sora still shrunk down to size.  Instead of finding a way back to scale, Sora sets out to cause some mischief…and gets more than he bargained for. Part two, Incubi:  Sora and Roxas are incubi, and Axel is their prey.  PWP. Self-Indulgence Incubi

Organic Chemistry: Rating: T Word Count: 4808 Pairings: Zemyx, AkuRoku College AU; Christmas/Winter fic #khsecretsanta 2015 Lazy. Articulate. Enthusiastic. Hot. Zexion mentally ticked off the adjectives he’d accumulated for his chemistry professor, and tried to remember when he’d started using that last one. It was pointless and stupid to be infatuated with an instructor. Nothing would come of it except disappointment, although he had to admit, the way he fixated on the cadence of the guy’s voice during lectures made Orgo all the more interesting.

DRABBLES:

(non-KH fics) It Suits - 414 words, Kurahi (YYH), #halloween 2k16 stitch by stitch - 639 words, gen (Natsume Yuujinchou) provoked - 568 words, KuraHi (YYH) à la mode - 439 words, Keiko and Botan (YYH) small comforts - 872 words, KuraHi (YYH) Hot and Cold - 1376 words, KuraHi (YuYu Hakusho)

(KH fics) Costume Not Found - 210 words, LeaKu, #halloween 2k16 Invite - 710 words, SoRiku, #halloween 2k16 Nightmare - 690 words, #halloween 2k16 haunted house - 560 words, SoRiku, #halloween 2k16 Permanent Ink - 958 words, AkuRoku under cover - 511 words, LeaKu first impressions - 1018 words, AkuRoku, #akuroku month 2k16 Strays - 1328 words, AkuRoku, #akuroku month 2k16 Trussed - 806 words, AkuRoku, #akuroku month 2k16 Butterscotch - 835 words, AkuRoku, #akuroku month 2k16 heat sink - 450 words, AkuRoku, #akuroku month 2k16 Blocked - 712 words, AkuRoku Long Distance Call - 844 words, SoRoku Sea Salt GO - 647 words, Sea Salt Trio Intimate - 754 words, Zemyx hold on tight  - 794 words, LeaKu On the grass, under the stars - 844 words, AkuRoku Inseparable - 1084 words, SoRiku Brave Lies - 465 words, SoRiku Words without Voice - 533 words, LeaKu When the Rain Comes - 836 words, LeaKu Vermilion - 988 words, AkuNo Quattro Formaggi and Kraft Mac n Cheese - 1216 words, AkuRoku Cottontail - 467 words, RiKai Tempus fugit - 1314 words, AkuRoku En Pointe - 964 words, AkuRoku Soothing Scars - 1498 words, SoRiku Sneaking about - 738 words, LeaKu Flamme Noire - 1125 words, AkuRoku (1st person) Write something beautiful - 593 words, Leon/Riku To Seal The Deal - 625 words, Larx/Dem Allegory of a Nobody - 799 words, LeaKu, about depression For You - 1312 words, SoRiku Preserving Echoes - 436 words, NamShi Duplicity - 662 words, SoRiRoku Change of Heart - 613 words, AkuSai Always - 519 words, SoRiku, tragedy Different People - 672 words, Lea/Riku Tempest - 960 words, Cleon Siren/pirate fic Stetson - 604 words, AkuRoku Bound - 539 words, SoRiku, non-explicit/non-sexual kink

#writing #my writing #2016 in review

[wrestlingisfake]

TLC preview

Kurt Angle & Dean Ambrose & Seth Rollins vs. The Miz & Braun Strowman & Cesaro & Sheamus & Kane - This is a TLC match, so tables, ladders, and chairs will be set up around the ringside area to be used by the participants.  Normally the only way to win this type of match is to climb a ladder to retrieve something hung above the ring, but since nothing is at stake, it looks like the match will be decided by the first pinfall or submission.

This was supposed to be the in-ring reunion of the Shield--Dean Ambrose, Seth Rollins, and Roman Reigns--for the first time since Seth’s heel turn in 2014.  However, just 50 hours before the show Roman was scratched due to a reported viral infection.  WWE evidently thought they needed add something big to the match as a make good, so Raw general manager Kurt Angle is coming out of retirement for his first match in over six months and his first WWE match in over 11 years.

The match had its beginnings from the recent Dean/Seth vs. Sheamus/Cesaro and Reigns vs. Strowman feuds.  Miz stirred the pot until Angle announced  Shield vs. Miz/Cesaro/Sheamus, but then Miz convinced Angle to authorize adding Strowman to his team.  Then Miz came back and arranged to get Kane for some reason.  So it’s five-on-three, and on top of that there’s nothing to prevent Miz’s henchman Curtis Axel from interfering.  So it’s more like six-on-three.  Except, really, it’d be fair to count either Kane or Strowman twice, so it’s could be like nine-on-three.  And then you add Kurt Angle to the mix, you chances of winnin’ drastilly go down, 'cause Kurt Angle KNOWS he can’t beat me, and he’s notven gonna try!

It is a pretty significant story that Angle is doing this match; his ability to get cleared by WWE medical has been an open question since the day he left the company in 2006.  Kurt has a history of giving 1000% whether his body is up for it or not, resulting in a history of muscle tears, neck problems, and painkiller abuse.  You could make a strong case that he should have retired when he needed neck surgery in 2003.  You could frankly argue that he had no business in the 1996 match where he won his Olympic gold medal.  A lot of people are going to be very worried for Kurt during this, which is pretty much how I’ve felt about everything he’s done for 15 years.

The whole thing was sort of a clusterfuck from the start because of the way the deck was stacked against the Shield.  WWE obviously didn’t think anyone took Miz, Sheamus, and Cesaro seriously as a real threat.  But now that the heels have two giants helping them and the mystique of a reunified Shield is out of the picture, there’s no good reason for them to lose.  Which means that if they do lose, the heels will look especially weak and foolish.  But it also means that if the heels win, the match will feel like a foregone conclusion.  The only thing that’s certain is that WWE creative have their work cut out for them, and finding out what they come up with is now the main draw of the show.

Asuka vs. Emma - It’s Asuka’s debut on the main WWE roster, and Emma won a five-way to earn the right to get killed to death here.

Asuka joined the NXT roster in 2015, and has not been pinned of submitted since.  (I know she was eliminated in a battle royal and maybe lost a few tag matches or four-ways, but that’s about it.)  She held the NXT women’s championship for over 500 days, in one of the longest title reigns of any kind in modern WWE history.  She was sidelined for a couple of months with a collarbone injury, so WWE announced she would vacate the title to move up to the main roster in an apparent effort to protect her aura of invincibility.

This could be Emma’s big chance to be in the spotlight, after years of being mishandled and overlooked, but I wouldn’t count on it.  She’s most likely in this spot to make Asuka look good ahead of bigger matches with Sasha Banks, Bayley, Alexa Bliss, etc.  That’s rough for Emma, but watching her get annihilated should be fun for the rest of us.

Finn Balor vs. AJ Styles - I wrote a whole thing about how stupid the Finn vs. Bray Wyatt match for this show was going to be, and then they pulled Bray from the show.  So AJ is coming over from Smackdown to make up for the change.  Although I hope Bray and the others sidelined by this mysterious infection get well soon, it is nevertheless worth noting that the match is now better for having been switched at the last minute.

As Prince Devitt, Finn Balor founded Bullet Club in 2013.  When he left New Japan to join WWE/NXT in 2014, AJ Styles was added to the group and eventually positioned as its new leader.  So yeah, if you’ve been wondering why some fans go apeshit any time Karl Anderson and Luke Gallows do absolutely anything at all with either of these two, that’s why.  This is a dream match for Bullet Club fans, who are probably going to make their presence very clear at this show.

Just doing this match is pretty hot, but what makes it more interesting is it’s happening on a show where everything feels like it’s fall apart.  WWE is in a position where two of the most heavily promoted storylines for this show have been shot to hell, and plans for next month are in limbo.  When that kind of chaos is in play, Vince McMahon and/or creative sort of mentally gives up and you get a very different kind of show.  I’m thinking Finn and AJ are going to get a lot of time and very few story cues for this match, so they can just go out there and wrestle a whole lot, like if they were in New Japan.  That could play to both guys’ strengths and give us a tremendous match.

The finish is probably not going to matter since these guys are on different rosters and preoccupied with their own storylines.  AJ seems to be getting positioned for a world title match with Jinder Mahal in the future, so he should probably get the win.  On the other hand, it’s Raw and Finn’s the Raw guy, plus you’d sort of want to keep him strong for the rescheduled match with Bray later on.  I’d say it’s even money.

Alexa Bliss vs. Mickie James - Bliss defends the Raw women’s championship.  James is 38 and so WWE is making her age an issue in a really shallow effort to put heat on Alexa.  Considering James has been back with the promotion for over a year, I’m honestly surprised they managed to wait this long before pulling this shit.  Anyway this match is your reminder that very little actually changed when they did that whole divas revolution business, and WWE is still pretty scuzzy when it comes to women.  I’m sure Bliss will retain because WWE can’t get enough of presenting pretty blondes as stuck-up sociopaths.

Kalisto vs. Enzo Amore - Kalisto won the cruiserweight title from Enzo on October 9th, so this is the rematch.  This all stems from a storyline where Enzo put it in his contract that if anybody in the cruiserweight division hit him, they would be banned from challenging him from the title, so the entire division beat him up anyway because they hate him that much.  That left Enzo without any challengers, so Kalisto switched weight classes, and he’s exempt from the no-contact clause. 

Kalisto was supposed to challenge Enzo for the title here, but the match got bumped up to replace a non-title Neville vs. Enzo match that was scrapped when Neville walked out of the company.  It’s a safe bet Kalisto only won the 10/9 match out of some sense that WWE had to “make good” on the cancellation, and that Kalisto is set to drop the title at the company’s earliest convenience.  I’m pretty confident we’ll see Enzo get the belt back, and in a way that solidifies his heel turn.

Cedric Alexander & Rich Swann vs. Brian Kendrick & Jack Gallagher - It’s a bunch of cruiserweights, WWE has turned these guys into the bathroom break division, it doesn’t matter what happens.

Sasha Banks vs. Alicia Fox - This is scheduled for the pre-show, and seems to have been rushed together.  Ordinarily Fox never gets to do anything on TV, but she’s apparently filling in for Nia Jax who reportedly asked for time off (which has frustrated industry watchers trying to figure out why).  I like Alicia and I think she’s underutilized, but I’ve also given up expecting that to ever change.  Banks will win.

#wwe #tlc #kurt angle #dean ambrose #seth rollins #the miz #braun strowman #kane #cesaro #sheamus #curtis axel #special appearances by z gangsta and the ultimate solution