#without it sounding absolutely batshit insane

[south-sea]

Does Mephiles ever meet Ros? If not, how would a hypothetical meeting go?

i haven't actually decided yet if semi-modern will ever meet the second chance crew, but i like to think mephiles would get a real kick out of it. "they look like us!" and all that. (semi-modern is, as always, mildly embarrassed by their goofy antics.)

i think i've alluded to a potential meeting in the past, but honestly i think it's funnier if the two pairs somehow keep barely missing each other lmao

technically a meeting should be impossible unless semi-modern ends up in a not-mobian world, but that can be accomplished by mephiles taking them somewhere randomly just for fun. so it's less impossible, and more just highly improbable (not that i couldn't just make it happen for the sake of plot).

in terms of how they'd all interact, i can assure you the dynamic between the two shadows would be much more nuanced than between mephiles/this ex-memphis-parody. ros is uncomfortable, always, all the time, but especially more so when it comes to this sort of thing, and has trouble hiding it at that point. at best he'd just be ultra confused in a sort of comedic way. at worst he'd end up feeling Not Great about a few things and just want to go home, and this is the more likely.

the shadows on the other hand would have a slightly difficult time relating to each other at first. they'd pity the other for roughly the same reason. "second chance shadow is too soft, he must have had it rough", vs "semi-modern doesn't get to be soft? how sad for him". both of them would be wrong.

in the past i toyed with the idea of semi-modern being a sort of mentor to second chance, but in all honesty, by the time this could feasibly happen, second chance shadow would be leagues ahead of him.

#sea answers #second chance au #semi-modern au #art by sea #ros's everything is difficult to explain all in one go #you'd need to be caught up on about 11 years worth of Sea OC Species Lore before you're at a point where i can be like 'it's like this' #without it sounding absolutely batshit insane

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

this car ride is doing things to my brain

#still got like 3 hours until i get home but like. im playing subnautica for the first time again in like a year and #its making me a LITTLE insane. i fucking love this game sm #having. music emotions and trigun emotions ans now subnautica emotions. #and other emotions i cannot talk about here without sounding absolutely batshit insane #i want. something. movement arreated by indescribable yearning. etc etc

[jewreallythinkthat]

Ok so ... Today's absolutely fucking batshit post that I had to read with my own two eyes

We all know Mohamed Hadid is a foaming at the mouth antisemite but this is a new level.

Let's start with the caption:

1. The implication all Jews are American? Insane, untrue, erasing all Jewish history in Israel which dates back to before the Arabization of the middle east.

2. No one has a single percent of Semite in them because Semite is not a race, it's an obsolete term for a family of languages (including both Hebrew and Arabic) however I need to specify that "Antisemitism" was coined as a term specifically about Jew hate. That's what it means, it's actually nothing to do with the language Hebrew at all, it was an attempt to sciencify "judenhass" and make it sound acceptable.

Now to the post itself:

3. If you demand an end to colonialism, boy have I got something to explain about why the official language of Morocco, a country the width of a continent away from the Arabian Peninsula is Moroccan Arabic... Or to be honest, the reason that Arabs are the main demographic anywhere outside the Arabian Peninsula where they originally came from. I understand that peoples migrate but that involves moving from one place to another, not expanding our and literally colonising everything around you. The Arab conquests of the MENA region are a well documented part of history...

4. Demanding a ceasefire is all well and good but we are all aware that we will never be going back to the status quo of before - which frankly is all a ceasefire with no actual work done to rebuild and move towards peace will do. A ceasefire neccestiates thought on what happens next. This is not to say people shouldn't be advocating for an cease to the fighting, they should, this all needs to end. What people have to also do is also be discussing what happens next. The old status quo was unsustainable, and with the mounting evidence that Gazans who worked in Israel helped with the planning of Black Saturday, we will never again see the relations between the people in southern Israel and those in Gaza go "back to normal".

I would love a ceasefire but we need to talk about what happens next in the same conversation. To ignore that is at best naïve and at worst, willfully ignorant because just stopping and Israel withdrawing will do nothing to help rebuild because we all know that everyone will lose interest if that happens, as has happened over and over again.

5. It's well known that Jews are indigenous to Israel and the ancient kingdom of Judea. It's literally in the etymology of the world. Now, obviously multiple groups can be indiginous to one area, but length of time residing there is not a marker of indiginunity, it's literally a childlike playground tactic. Straight up rewriting history... We all know how bad that is.

Mohamed Hadid has over a million followers. His daughters have a total of 130 million. They can post misinformation and almost ten times the number of Jews who exist in the world will see it. This is so dangerous and frankly this level of deranged lying on the internet does not nothing to help end the war, it just puts Jews outside of Israel more at risk. We are being murdered in the streets, in our places of work and everyone is cheering it on.

The irony of people applauding the murder of Jews calling us neo-nazis is not lost on me and it's unreal that we aren't even allowed to stand up to it. Let's be very blunt here, if you are justifying the slaughter of Jews, who's the real nazi?

An additional Edit:

There will never be a ceasefire without release of the hostages and bodies kidnapped into Gaza. Like it's so stupid to think otherwise. Especially with Hamas currently refusing to give a list of who is still alive (they said they couldn't give a list until they knew the terms of a ceasefire which clearly means they COULD do it, but they are choosing not to)

#jumblr #antisemitism #i/p #cw nazi mention #this man and his daughters are a danger to jews everywhere #his daughters holiday in israel and then demonise it online. the least they could do is habe integrity and not be hypocritical #this sort of lying is so dangerous #and he knows that #he is just as dangerous as the extreme zionists who believe gaza and the west bank should become part of israel #he is an antisemite and he is applauded for it #im embarrased for everyone who has liked his post

[romanarose]

If You Wanna be Wild: Chapter 7

Co-written with @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction my beloved Fen, who I could not do this without. Thank you for being my emotional sounding board, my dear friend, my wonderful cowriter and helpful beta reader. I adore you.

Javier Peña x Latina!sex worker!informant!Reader x Santiago Garcia

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Summary: Everything falls apart and evryone is alone.

Content and warnings for whole fic, not chapter by chapter unless something is added: Sex work, drug trade, some drug use/pressured used, sex workers and the mistreatment/stigma surrounding them specifically in the 70’s (my blog is sex worker positive) but ima put potential dub con depending how you look at it as a sex worker who works with dangerous men, some action surrounding reader and the guys and the drug trade, SMUT HEAVY, corruption kink (were corrupting santi here, he’s young, 25), no loss of virginity tho, threesomes, some slight m/m smut but that’s not the focus here, but as you know this blog is an lgbt blog so I’m always open to gay shit. Talk of war and some PTSD but I won't be going a whole lot into it. Covert/emotional incest in the past, Santi's mommy issues, m/m dynamics, internalized bi/homophobia

Reader speaks Spanish and has hair. I've decided Candy is just latina bc she's a sex worker in Colombia so this is what I'm doing. Reader also has curly hair and dark skin.

ADDITIONAL WARNINGS!:mentions of rape an violence, what happened to Helena, smut, repressed feelings, angst.

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There was no making up. There was no Javi bringing Santi food as an apology, there was no talking. 

When Santi walked into the office on Monday, he saw the fucking desks rearranged, Javier’s and Santi’s on other sides of the room instead of pushed face to face. Santi quickly rushed to the bathroom where he panic vomited and had an anxiety attack, resulting in him being 45 minutes late. Javi didn’t say anything about it.

Where Santi couldn’t eat, Javi couldn’t stop eating, munching down food and taking frequent trips to the vending machine. His doctor was going to kill him. Santi could barely function, even coming in late or leaving early which was a cardinal sin in his book. Still, none of it stopped him from seeing Candy. Occasionally Candy asked about him because all month Javi hadn’t been to see her either. Santi couldn’t get much answer either.

They worked, but mostly separately. Javi had even been trying to find somewhere else to work, but there weren’t exactly free rooms in the precinct. They talked occasionally but only about Lorea… making Santi desperately lonely. He had his family and he loved his tias, but they weren’t Javi. It was the day of the rally for the beatification of Laura Montoya, which forced them to be in close proximity as they dressed in plain clothes and scouted the area for any sign of the Lorea family. Not wanting to look too much like officers on alert, Santi tried making conversation, none of which was working with Javi, only getting few word answers. 

The boy was going to drive him absolutely batshit insane if he didn’t stop talking. It was bad enough he kept asking. ‘Should we get food’ or ‘it’s nice out today’, but his voice mixed with the crowds and noise and music and chatter or the rally, people shouting about whoever it was they were here for, politicians trying to stop them and constantly flashbacks of that night of the ball… Then Santi had to go and say 

“She misses you.”

“You mentioned her name one more fucking time and I’ll-”

“You’ll fucking what?” Santi snapped, his nerves had twisted, hardened suddenly by rage. 

His anger took Javi by surprise, he’d never heard him speak like that to anyone let alone him. 

Santi took his pause as indignation. “I mentioned Candy once. Once. And that’s only because you haven’t seen her, or called her or anything!” He hissed. “She’s worried about you actually, she-”

It was Javi’s turn to snap. 

He grabbed the younger man by the back of his collar and pulled him into a side alley, using his own momentum against him and slamming him up against the brick wall. 

Sant let out a little huff of air as his back collided, gritting his jaw as pain raced along his back. 

The action had been forceful, but not enough to cause discomfort for most people. However, a rough, uneven lump of mortar had poked oddly against the scar at the nape of his neck, sending a tingle down his back.

Javi rammed the heel of his hand into the wall next to Santi’s head, using his height to his full advantage as he leaned over him like he was interrogating a suspect instead of a colleague. A friend. 

Santi breathed hard, his frown pinching his eyebrows together, and Javi would say he even looked cute if he wasn’t so bloody annoying, so obsessed with getting under his skin. Unable to let anything go, constantly digging at him in his self-righteous attitude, just needing to push, and push, and push, and…

Cute. The thought caught him off guard. When had he started to think of Santiago as cute?

“What the fuck are you doing Peña?” He growled, puffing his chest out, but not pushing back. 

Javi shook his head slightly, trying to break his racing mind, trying to get back to reality. “Candy, look, you can’t just-”

“She’s an adult Javi, I can-”

“You’re going to get her killed!” His voice raised at the end, louder and more desperate than he had intended, with just the slightest waver. He hoped Santi didn’t hear it, but he probably did. Nothing got past him. “Do you understand?” Santi glared at him, the muscles in his jaw flexing. Those stupid large doe eyes looking painfully dark and enticing. “You’re flaunting her. Taking her to the ball and, and-”

Santi scoffed. “That’s none of your business, I asked her, I-”

“You’re gonna get her gutted and dumped on the side of the road!” Javier screamed, haunting flashbacks to Helena’s beaten and raped body, wrapping his coat around her and having to carry her out, not sure if she was dying or not. “You know how easy it would be for Lorea to do something? This isn’t even a put two and two together situation, Pope, it’s you waving a four right in his fucking face! And what do you think is gonna happen when he takes her, huh? When he beats her and rapes her an tortures her to get information on YOU!” 

Santi swallows, his face still hard, but that little bob of his Adam’s apple draws Javier’s eye, but he doesn't respond. Javier lowers his voice, fist still gripping Santi’s jacket.

“She’s not gonna give you up, she’s not gonna help them hurt you. She’s gonna end up dead. You’re gonna…” He closed his eyes for a moment, took a small breath. It was easier not to look at him, not to have to stare at his soft eyes and plump lips. “You’re gonna end up dead too, Pope. I can’t… I’ve seen it, okay?”  

Javier screwed up his face, opening his eyes so that he could look at Santi man to man. Implore him to see reason. 

“I’m not telling you to stop seeing her, I’m just saying.... I’ve seen shit happen to girls in her line of work. To officers like you that are still wet behind the ears to this kind of thing-” The second it was out of his mouth, he knew he’d made a mistake. 

“I’m not a fucking child, Peña.” Santi hissed, pressing forward and getting up in Javier’s face. “I know that’s what everyone at the station seems to think and all their little Virgin Maria mierda. I don’t care. I don’t give a fuck if all they see is that.” He pushes firmly on Javier’s chest, almost smacking as he punctuates his sentence. “But I thought you’d know better! I was black ops special agent, I spend years of my life in almost every goddamn continent doing retcon, assassinations, covert operations and rescuing women and children and getting SHOT! I’m not-”

“I’m not saying you’re a child-”

“You are! You are!” Santiago growls, smacking Javi’s chest repeatedly. He doesn’t care that he does sound like a child in that moment, arguing relentlessly on semantics. His emotions are bubbling over and muddying his head. “You’re saying that you know best. That your word is law. Despite all you do to endanger Candy!”

“I do n-”

“You do! You think you’re above it all, you’re just as bad, you pretend to care but you-”

“Shut your fucking mouth, Garcia!”

“Make me!”

He doesn’t think. 

There’s always times he doesn’t think. When he gets too lost in whatever emotion he’s letting overwhelm him. Sometimes rage. Sometimes guilt. Usually negative either way. That’s where Santi is a good partner, keeping a cool and level head while Javi plays bad cop.

Usually ends up with him throwing a punch, not a kiss. 

Santi knew ‘make me’ was childish. Knew it was playground nonsense reserved for kids still in single digits. But if everyone was going to keep calling him that, keep pretending that he wasn’t the only actual goddamned adult in the room then-

Then…

Javier’s lips on his steal his breath away, rob him of every thought that has ever run through his mind. And, for once, it’s blissfully quiet. The anxieties pushed away for the peace of a lover's kiss.

Javi presses closer, pushing Santiago further into the wall and cupping his face with his warm hand as he kisses him, body to body, warmth to warmth. Darting out his tongue to just trace Santi’s bottom lip and groans when he parts them immediately, no hesitation, and lets him lick into his mouth. 

The angle’s a little awkward, Javier’s body trapping Santi’s hand between their chests. But Santiago’s fingers curl into his shirt, pulling him closer as his kisses leave him breathless and desperate for more.

Javier’s leg bumps into his and Santi moves a step, moaning softly and then whining as his thigh presses against his half hard cock, a sharp spike of pleasure running up his spine and- 

His thoughts all come crashing down. What the fuck, what the fuck  was he doing? His mother’s voice rang in his head, screaming his name. 

He could get arrested for this, thrown in jail, worse. He was going to burn in hell.

Santi pulled back quickly, disentangling himself from Javier so quickly that both men nearly fell. He turned, not giving the older man a second look, and ran out of the alley into the crowded street. 

He didn’t even hear Javier call his name. 

*

“Are you okay, baby?” You asked, your naked body covering Santiago while giving him tender kisses, scooting yourself up and down his cock. You loved to tease him, get him whimpering and watch as all those troublesome thoughts left his pretty little head. He was too pretty to be so worried all the time.

He’d been stressed on and off about Javi, occasionally bringing it up, but you think he stopped when he realized it upset you. You were really good at pretending to care when old professors droned on and on about academic works or when men talked about themselves or complained about their wives and mothers again and again and again. You could’ve faked not being upset when Santi, but you didn’t fake anything with him. Javi’s absence hurt your feelings. You were worried about him, and you were angry at him for abandoning you and hurting Santi. For continuing to hurt his feelings. Bitch.

But honestly… you just miss him. A lot. It would take more than a poster to patch this, he’d have to make things right with Santi too, but you’d forgive him. You just wanted him back, and you wanted Santi happy again. He was already thin enough, and as your body slid up and down the sweaty length of him, you could feel he’d lost weight. 

Santi moaned loudly, gripping onto your hips as you bounced on his length, his eyes rolling back in his head as your heat engulfs him over and over. Pulling him deeper and deeper. 

The fat tip of his cock presses deliriously, perfectly rubbing over your walls with every slick slide. Stretching you so wonderfully like he was made for you. He was, he really, really was. Something was bothering him today, and he was finding solace in you. You were happy to give it to him. Pushing all other thoughts out of your head. 

He whines, babbling nonsensically with his eyes closed, “please, please, please,” He rocks up against you, letting his body override his brain as you fuck him into the mattress. “Please, gonna come, please, need you so much,” he gasps, almost sobbing from pleasure. 

You stroke his cheek and pick up your pace, even if he hasn’t said you could tell how close he was. The way his stomach muscles tense, how his eyes are screwed shut and head thrown back into the pillow, “it’s okay, it’s okay, you can come, give it all to me.”

He shakes his head rapidly, “no, please,” he moans, “need you, need mommy to come, please.” 

His whines change in pitch, the little sounds getting higher and higher as he reaches the point of no return. His mouth hangs open, his skin flushed and sweaty, and heat floods to your core. 

You brace yourself with your left hand on his leg behind you as you ride him, leaning back ever so slightly to change the angle just enough that he continuously hits perfectly inside, stretching you to your limit. 

Santi sobs, the position change sending a buzz up his spine, pressing on the thick length of his cock to a surprisingly maddening degree. His whole body pulsed, stealing the air from his lungs.

He bucks up once, his eyes fluttering open in surprise as he comes, his length pulsating. He empties himself deep inside you, his orgasm stretching onwards and overtaking every possible thought. 

You smile as you watch him, happy to see him so blissed out. You ride him throughout his high, trying to prolong his sensations as long as possible. He deserved it.

He sighs, shivering with aftershocks as he comes back to himself and looks up at you. You open your mouth to speak, the words on the tip of your tongue.

Santi grabs you by the hips, urging you up and off him and pulling your aching pussy onto his face. He lets out a small groan at the mess he made, his cum leaking out of your folds before he runs the tip of his tongue through them. 

You bite back a moan, grabbing onto his hair for stability as his mustache brushes against your clit.

His mouth feels like heaven as he lick and swirls around your clit, his movements soft but certain, quickly pushing you towards your peak.

Instinctively you buck your hips, grinding down on his mouth to chase your high. He rocks you against him, urging you tp move and fuck his eager tongue. 

“Santi…” you whine as you come hard against him, pulling fiercely on his hair. 

He continues licking, moaning against you as he drinks down every drop of your release. 

You breathe heavily, boneless for a moment before slowly moving away to lay down next to him. 

He pouts a little as you settle. “I wasn’t finished.” He smiles cheekily, your cum shining all over the bottom half of his face,

You giggle, and gently swat his arm and cuddle up next to him. Santi didn’t need instruction, scooting his back to your chest. In your arms, where he belonged. You loved being like this with him, but somehow it always felt like something was missing. You loved when Javi used to hold you, protecting you with a strong arm around your body, but again, you felt like something was missing, in your arms this time instead of around you.

You kiss the scar on his spine. “Good boy, Santito.”

It happened so fast. Santi teanses and you barely have a second to register how he turns to you, his eyes widen in panic, his skin turning ashen before he’s up, out of bed and pulling on his clothes so fast that it shouldn’t have been possible. What the fuck? Did you do something wrong?

“Santi?” you start, trying to keep your voice soft but unable to hide the fear that has overcome your words.Why is he leaving? What did you do wrong? Did you mess up things with Santi too, the one good thing left? You barely sit up before he’s shoving a handful of dollars at you, practically just throwing them in your direction and the bed. 

“Here.” His voice is quiet, distant. Like he’s not really there. A stark comparison to his panicked, edgy movements. He doesn’t even bother tying his shoes, simply shoving his feet inside them and stumbling towards the door.

“Wait, Sant-”

He slams the door on his way out. 

Leaving your bed cold, and you alone.

It was supposed to be sex, talking. Build a nice repour. That was it. You were good at it too, making old ugly men think you were infatuated, but yourself detached from even the most charming and attractive. Something happened with Javi and Santi, a line that became blurred, friendship and genuine attraction and care. Now they were gone. 

You hate yourself for how hard you cry.

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[yardsards]

reading the things you post/rb while not knowing what the adventure zone is is kinda funny. I'll be scrolling my dash and see "NAH 'CAUSE BEANIEMAN GOT SO SCHLORPED WHEN THE PIANO FLAVORED STICK OF DEODERANT GOT SCAMMED" and I'm so tempted to get context, but it feels like life would be funnier without it

okay so like. the adventure zone is an actual-play ttrpg podcast (aka they record themselves playing dungeons and dragons and similar games and then edit down the recording so it's fun to listen to)

and it's kind of like 5+ different podcasts in a trenchcoat. cuz there's 5 completely separate games (well, 5 plus a couple way shorter games, but 5 main ones). and since each game is already pretty wild on its own, the fact that there are FIVE OF THEM definitely makes it sound extra bizarre to outsiders lol

there's:

1: balance: a standard fantasy world with some minor sci-fi elements. it's about heroes tracking down and neutralizing dangerous magical items and uncovering secrets about their own pasts. by far the most popular season and imo the best, but it gets off to a slow start

2: amnesty: a story about cryptids and magic in a modern day appalachian setting. been a while since i listened to this one tbh and i don't talk about it as much

3: graduation: young adults going to magic college and getting wrapped up in a demon war. this is the least popular one but not actually bad imo

4: ethersea: freelance adventurers from an undersea city exploring the world in a magical post-apocalyptic setting. my fav behind balance

5: steeplechase: like a defunctland video meets a heist movie, secret crime rings operating within a theme park. very fun, still in progress

they're released kind of like different seasons of a show, one after the other, but each "season" doesn't actually need to be listened to in order (ie you can listen to steeplechase before balance, but you'd have to start at ep 1 of steeplechase and not just skip to steeplechase ep 32 or else you'd be really confused)

honestly i've been halfway considering getting different tags for each game but i'm too lazy to change now

ANYWAY

the thing about the adventure zone is that it's a *comedy* podcast first and foremost. so most of the weird bizarre funny bits are just as funny and batshit insane even WITH context. hell, i'd say a lot of it is even MORE funny if you know what's going on.

though there is also some buckwild shit that you just get desensitized to. like one of the 3 protagonists of balance is named *taco* (but spelled taako) because it was originally just gonna be a silly one-off episode, so the player was like "haha i'm gonna be XD random and annoy my dm with this zany noun name", not knowing that there were gonna be 68 more episodes and it would eventually grow into a deeply emotionally moving story. so by the end you're fucking sobbing over this character's love and loss and you forget that "taco" is not a normal thing for an elf/wizard to be called

it's absolutely delightful

#eliot posts #taz #the adventure zone #i get if you don't wanna listen bc the actual play genre isn't for everyone #but god it is so good and i love the sense of humour in it #the guys who made taz also made a lot of other comedy content and were VERY famous on tumblr in the mid-late 2010s #(honestly to an excessive degree where they were placed on pedestals. as tumblr is know to do to whatever famous ppl they latch onto) #and their comedy strongly influenced the meme culture and even vernacular of the site (and kinda the internet at large to a lesser degree) #there is a very high chance you have seen a meme with at least one of them (most likely griffin) in it

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

hi, this is Feelings About Crowley anon again. i wanted to add a fic rec! i know a lot of people have been recommending Factory Settings, which is definitely an amazing read. the plot is batshit insane though (complimentary), and it’s basically a canon-divergent third season all on its own. if you wanted to start off with a different type of post-s2 fic that’s a little more canon-compliant, and eases the pain without feeling unrealistically optimistic, i recommend Epistolary by imposterssyndrome on AO3. i don’t want to spoil too much, but it focuses around crowley’s healing process following the divorce and eventually his path to understanding some of the miscommunications he and aziraphale have had over the years. just finished and highly recommend! all my love to you, i hope you’re doing okay.

Hello again anon Feelings About Crowley maggot! Yeah, many of you were kind enough to summarise Factory Settings for me so I definitely will be reading that, maybe in a few days because tomorrow the Good Omens book is arriving aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Thank you for this rec!! It sounds like absolute pain and absolutely just what I need.

I will definitely need it after I read the Good Omens book. Because show Crowley has me broken and in love but every time I see Crowley in words being talked about or written about it just changes my brain chemistry. I'm in love with words Crowley. I suppose because there's no medium between me and Crowley there, like no actor or camera, so it just stabs me in the artery. The show takes the kinder approach of carefully ripping out my heart before doing the stabbing. Which, now that I write that, is as bad. Oops.

Take all the love and have a wonderful day xx

#good omens mascot #good omens #weirdly specific but ok #asmi #good omens fandom #maggots #crowley #lgbtqia #aziraphale #neil gaiman #terry pratchett #good omens book #good omens show #the nice and accurate prophecies of agnes nutter #good omens fic recs

[thedeepmiracleperfection]

the most beautiful and most horrible part about being in a fandom is the fact that people can just post whatever absolute batshit insane takes they want and everyone else can see it.

particularly in the good omens fandom, this is beautiful because people can post so many different theories about clues and hidden meanings, and some of them are so wild and out there that they hardly make sense, but it's wonderful because even the most fringe theories can generate new ideas and get people talking and are otherwise fun and everyone get to participate.

but it's also horrible because people really be out here spitting takes like "crowley and aziraphale are evil and don't actually love one another and here's why i believe they shouldn't end up together in the end" and say that shit with they whole chest and don't hear how absolutely fucking bonkers they sound like some of y'all really shouldn't be allowed to consume or engage with media without taking a literary test

#it's not just Tumblr either #this shit is especially prolific on Twitter where everything has to be morally perfect #otherwise it's “toxic” and evil #like obviously everyone has the right to share their opinions #but fuck #maybe written language was a bad idea #cause some of y'all don't know how to act #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #also don't get me fucking started on the discourse surrounding their sexuality or lack there of #like some of y'all need to fucking chill and eat some crepes #maybe then you'll learn how to fucking talk to other humans in a respectful manner

[raylex]

NOW THAT I FINISHED LASERHAWK;

🎤 what are your thoughts on Rayman in this show? do you have any opinions on how they treated him, or how he’s portrayed? tell me, i’m curious.

OHHH, MY GOODNESS. BOY DO I HAVE THOUGHTS INDEED.

SO many people on places like twitter are going 'woah rayman fans I feel so sorry for you, I'm so sorry they did your boy so dirty, my condolences' AND I'M LIKE. MY BROTHER IN CHRIST, WHAT ARE YOU SORRY FOR? THIS ROCKS. THIS GOES HARD. we're rayman fans, okay. we're INSANE. this new take on rayman? WONDERFUL. AMAZING. UNIQUE.

I was, initially, a bit worried in regards to what direction they were gonna take rayman in... and my GOD, I was NOT expecting what they ended up doing with him, but I LOVED every second of it nonetheless. what an interesting reimagining of his character!

the character arc they went with for him here... I would NOT have thought they would do something like this in a MILLION years, but I think it was my favourite part of the show (duh, no surprise, rayman's husband's favourite part of the show with rayman in it was the rayman parts) - his storyline was INSANE. the entire time, it had me thinking 'holy shit - ubisoft ALLOWED this?!'

...I must say, I did not think I would ever see the love of my life say fuck on live television, drink booze, snort coke, wield a gun, and shoot people. 😆 but hey, as absolutely batshit crazy as it sounds out of context, I think the progression of his character and what he spiralled into made perfect sense in accordance with his character arc.

but my god, do I feel bad for him. I wish I could have been there for him. I don't even know what I would have done, but... he didn't deserve what he went through. he really didn't.

I'm not normally a fan of 'putting blorbo in horrible situations and slowly destroying them from the inside out' (and holy hell does it make me feel horrible to see such things happening to a character I'm so closely connected to), but wow... they did it really, really damn well.

it's not exactly subtle in the way it was kind of referencing ubisoft's real-life treatment of him, either... everyone's favourite poster boy suddenly without warning gets thrown into the dark and replaced?

I wonder what that could possibly represent... 😉

#thank you for asking because I had been looking for an excuse to talk about this!! #asks #💜☀️ray of sunshine☀️💜 #ringu-1998 #laserhawk spoilers #ask to tag

[k1ra0nloose]

Kira pookie I need my Self aware!au lore /nf Pls I need to make edgy lore art to feed the demons inside my head /j

*accecends through the floor*

IVE HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

BRING OUT THE LOOOOREEEE

also I'll be only explaining in the most simplified ver and how it started cause the aftermath is way too long-

Okay so remember when smg4 breaks the fourth wall as a joke? Well I'm this au he felt a lil too silly and decided to mess with it, acting different, tapping the screen all that stuff you know messing with the 4th dimension until he acctually started to go insane questioning his life existence, how much better the world whould be with out him and then he Fucking got too silly decided to go off script where shit goes down. He enters the acctual laptop of Kevin (YES KEVIN THE CEO OF GLITCH PRODUCTION) and he goes to panic mode and tries to get back but failed miserably, he wasn't in control enough to pull a Monika but he can how ever slowly realize that he is just a cartoon and everything and everyone he loved is just a figment of a non existent realty he's a part of the blood and flesh in him is not real and suddenly everything didn't seem to matter anymore since he's just Luke's self insert original characte- POOF he teleports to the digital eather aka taris and meggys special Oasis from western spaghetti there he meets a figment of Luke's imagination as weird as it sounds. Imaginary Luke said that one day there will be destruction across the multiverse and smg4s job was to document aus so that when it does happen they can just yeet them back to their universe So while smg4 was doing that the others were not doing so great, they are trying to survive the apocalypse of curpted memes since without smg4 the meme cycle is broken. they were meet with the currupted memes, Mario isn't allowed outside since he's way too important and if he gets currupted by the dead memes all of them are dead meat, meggy is having the time of her life finnaly getting the chance to go batshit insane and Tari is the only one keeping meggy is check, bob and melony was originally gonna switch personality's and smg3? well he is in absolute missery. The guy he loved hated went missing He has to fight his children (the dead and currupted memes) so that his (boyfriend's) friends are safe and EGGDOG IS CURRUPTING AND TURNING INTO A CURRUPTED MEME so yeah he ain't doing too great

anyways have fun! You better make good lore or I'll fire you (/j) -

Also and- *decends back too the 7th layer of hell*

[momentomori24]

Okie, I just finished the show. Maybe a hot take, but I thought it was solid. The ending being good is debatable (I definitely wanted more than what we got) but the characterization of everyone was absolutely solid. Nine was a fantastic antagonist. He's intelligent, troubled, selfish, clingy, lonely and self destructive, just as much of a danger to others as he is to himself, but very much sympathetic and understandable of a character. He feels like such a younger version of Shadow who is still so angry at the world, willing to tear them all to pieces to achieve his goals because they've never ones shown him kindness at any point in his life, leaving him with no kindness to give to others as a consequence. But he has a love for technology, self esteem issues, remorseless sass and a genuine attachment to Sonic, however dysfunctional it was. He's fundamentally Tails, but so warped and jaded that he feels like a refreshingly new character. Same goes for everyone else. No version of each character felt the same. Their personalities all felt unique to them and their character growth felt rewarding. And I have very unexpected attachment to Black Rose. I love every Rose here, but she out of them all felt so much like the old Amy with her unfiltered insanity, chaotic energy, readiness for violence and disrespect, overwhelming passion and leadership and compassion for those who look to her for strength that I utterly adore her. And she's a PIRATE for God's sake! Let her be free! Let her go wild! Let her go absolutely batshit and unhinged the way only Amy can!

Prime Shadow is absolutely one of the best versions (and my personal favourite) of Shadow we have-- his voice acting, his personality perfectly hitting the middle between being too cold and being too caring, not too edgy but not too soft, still a snobbish and harsh motherfucker who preferably acts alone and sucks at getting his point across without sounding callous but ultimately well-intentioned and trying his best to protect the people and world he cares for while not being prideful enough to reject the help of others to achieve that (and actually willing to run when he knows he can't win for now.) Something I missed about Shadow was his empathy and care for others while acting like he doesn't mean anything, and it really shined during his time with Sonic. He was pissed to hell about what Sonic did, and rightfully so, but he knows when his anger contributes nothing of worth to their situation and is able to stay rational and logical for both their sakes. And even in his anger, Sonic's remorse about everything was enough for him to calm down, taking a softer approach with him than he normally would've. He's--UGH. HE'S SO GOOD. I LOVE SO HIM MUCH. Like, I really like IDW Shadow, but Prime Shadow is just built different.

I really appreciate what the show did with all of them and even tho I would've liked a bit more for the finale I do like how Sonic's arc came full circle with him learning to listen and be more appreciative of his friends. While there were definitely some glaring issues with s3, and there are some things where I'm like ''WHY??'' (more on that later), but the story was great, the characterisation was incredible, the animation felt very bouncy and energetic, and overall it was a very fun show and exciting journey I loved every step of the way. Not just the show, but all the incredible fan works that was made along the way are absolutely priceless. I'm really glad this show was made.

#sonic prime #momento rambles #i really hope this all comes out readable i'm still recovering #but yeah i really like it

[whyismangososour]

okay so after re-watching across the spiderverse for the third time (yes I have a problem shut up) I basically BOOKED it to the theater that was playing the miraculous movie and although I can barely understand a word of french the animation was expressive enough for me to still have some thoughts though I’m sure they are limited without proper access to the dialogue (so keep that in mind if you care about spoilers lol) anyway I need a place to put all this so here we go (in no particular order):

- I completely forgot this was a musical until the first song played and so did everyone else in the theater based off their groans of indignation

- basically every time they started singing the whole theater groaned very loudly and it almost got annoying but that could be cause I can’t judge the songs properly yet as I literally don’t understand them

- they also groaned and laughed a lot whenever adrien was getting emotional which????? made me annoyed because he’s one of the few boys in popular media who is shown to be soft and emotional as a strength and honestly the movie just turned it around and played it for jokes and it lowkey pissed me off

- they played careless whisper twice during scenes where adrien is simping too hard and a lot of people found it funny but I thought it was weird and uncomfortable but maybe that’s just me

- oh and about the songs whoever the singer is for Marinette does NOT sound like the regular speaking voice actor and it sticks out like a sore thumb

- again this could be because I’m missing out on the dialogue but I fear some people on tumblr were right when predicting this interpretation of Marinette :/ her only personality traits are being clumsy, being anxious, being bullied, being friendless, basically being like Bella Swan which no disrespect to Twilight fans but I MISSED my Marinette :( the thing I love most about her is how absolutely batshit insane she is and how good of a leader she is and how even the things this movie portrays are almost coded like ADHD and an actual anxiety disorder in the show not just an “uwu sad I’m not like other girls” trait

- also while I’m complaining I’m so sad they didn’t delve more into some of the side characters from the show like I would’ve loved for the movie to focus on the OG team of Carapace, Rena Rouge, Queen Bee with the main two or even just if it has a side plot with Luka or something it would’ve been nice but I also kinda get it because a movie has significant less time than a show to go into stuff like that

- also Alya and Nino’s relationship was so botched too because Nino is like a blubbering mess around her which??? the whole point of their relationship is how Nino realizes he likes and then loves Alya because he DOESN’T stutter around her like he did when he had a crush on Marinette and it’s supposed to provide this parallel to Marinette to show how being in a relationship can be steady and calm but whatever I guess we don’t care about any of the side characters now

- anyway Tikki raps at one point and for that alone I think Jeremy Zag should be arrested

- GABRIEL HAD LONG HAIR WHEN HE WAS YOUNG AND HE LOOKS SO STUPIDLGJF

- someone on Letterboxd called Adrien a wattpad bad boy again idk if that’s true cause I didn’t understand the dialogue but pls keep it in mind as you watch it

- a lot of people are praising the animation and on the one hand I think it’s earned because oh my god the action scenes are BEAUTIFUL but on the other hand the characters sometimes have this weird flat, lifeless vibe to them like a character from an illumination movie and idk it was weird

- granted the flat lifeless vibe could’ve been from the weird editing there was such a lack of establishing shots for so many scenes it made me disoriented about where a character was or what they were doing

- also the director refuses in every scene with Marinette and Alya talking to frame them in any interesting environments or angles ever it’s always the same flat and boring shot where they face the front like a sit com character

- anyway the third act was the best because it’s basically all actions scenes and it looks fucking fantastic 😌

- THE AKUMAS WERE SO GREAT I LOVED SEEING THEM EVERUTIME THEY WERE ON SCREEN AHHHHHFH

- even Gabriel looked less ugly in his Hawkmoth mask believe it or not

- I think there’s a chance ladynoir stans might have a good time with this cause there’s a lot of scenes with that dynamic even if it is offset by musical numbers

- sometimes the animation for musical numbers was very very or pretty and sometimes it felt pretty corny which

- made me think that this could’ve been a better 2D animated film since they’re clearly trying to pull a Disney 2.0 Electric Boogaloo with this film (but I might be biased since I had just watched across the spiderverse for the third time like 3 minutes before watching this)

- but they never delved into any of the world building like ever :/ like they never really show anything about how the powers work so nothing is ever established and they don’t even show all the powers!!!! Marinette doesn’t even use her lucky charms once!!!!! wtf dude

- when Marinette meets Adrien for the first two seconds it’s cute but quickly I got annoyed because they didn’t have her start off disliking him because she thinks he’s like Chloe like they did in the show and I feel like that’s such an important part of their relationship that they just completely ignored

- sorry adrienette stans most of their scenes are just lumped together in a montage lmao

- rip stans for other sides of the lovesquare they don’t get any screen time I’m sorry y’all

-although the end scene being presumedly a school dance is dumb and cliche and way too American for a French movie I did love Marinette’s dress I think it’s very beautiful (though buggachat’s ballgown in beau is still my favorite)

- I swear to god I think the animators made a reference to the joker dancing on stairs scene in one of gabriel’s musical numbers but I could’ve imagined it it was so quick

- also the ending felt very weird maybe I’m too used to fandom interpretations where Gabriel and Adrien being revealed to each other is super angsty lmao but it really did feel too happy of an ending like I genuinely don’t know if this is realistic for the characters

- or maybe it is but it’s just realistic for worse versions of the characters !!! because although this could be cause I missed all the dialogue but I swear gabriel doesn’t come off as abusive as he is in the show he just kinda gives off the vibe of a regular bad father which is super lame because that’s another part of the show that I think is super interesting

- also I swear to god I think the themes of emotional maturity and processing your emotions in general are just??? not there???? I’ll have to update y’all after I watch it in English but I swear???????????

- this really does just feel like a miraculous version of the mario movie it’s like all the life of the original is sucked out of it and is replaced by hollow references and an implication that the audience already understands everything because they watched the show so the filmmakers don’t have to explain anything which??? bad film makers bad *sprays with a water bottle*

- and listen I get that it’s an adaptation and it’s not possible for it to include EVERYTHING from the show but I was at least hoping for the same heart and/or a different take on the concept but that’s not what this felt like it felt too cheap and corporate and american (derogatory) to even really try

anyway those are just my thoughts and opinions and I am very open to all of them changing once I watch this in a language I actually fully understand but until then WATCH ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE (unless you have light sensitivity issues then pls don't cause I don't want you to die ily) ok I’m gonna go shower now bye

#miraculous #Miraculous Ladybug #miraculous awakening #miraculous movie #miraculous awakening spoilers

[banannabethchase]

Good Vibrations - also on AO3

~

So, Anarchy in the Arena is already batshit crazy, right? So how could the Elite, known lunatics, and BCC, known BDSM enthusiasts, make it more out of control? Vibrators.

~

I cannot stress enough how much of a bad idea it is to do ANY OF WHAT'S IN THIS FIC in real life. Don't accidentally involve your friends in your sex stuff without them knowing. Don't - don't use vibrators when you're doing something for work. I just. I can't stress enough that this is a work of chaotic fiction that should NOT BE TAKEN AS REALITY and should never be replicated. Also, heed the tags.

The middle section of the fic is from the perspectives of Matt then Mox of the Anarchy in the Arena match...but way hornier. I spent like 3 hours rewatching the match to find every point where the vibrator thing could have affected their movements. But it's important to note that this is a written retelling of the match.

Without further ado, here we go. I'm ending up on a list for this fic, that's for damned sure.

~

Part 1: The Buildup

~

Matt

“Oh, Christ. You’re serious.” Matt studies Mox’s face for a minute, trying to figure out where the hell this is coming from. And if he has ears in the Elite hotel rooms, where Matt and Adam had been talking about something like this just the night before. “I knew you were insane, but…”

“It adds another stipulation,” Yuta says, like he needs to explain it further. “We both know you like to up the stakes, right?”

“My brother’s the gambler,” Matt says. He glances over at Adam, who hasn’t moved. “What do you think?”

“If Matt’s doing it, then one of your guys has to do it,” Adam says. He’s firm, steady. Matt loves him for it. “If you really want to up the ante, we have to make it balanced, right?” Matt watches as his grin goes a little dirty. “I say it should be Mox.”

Mox’s jaw drops. “What?!”

“Don’t act like you wouldn’t,” Adam says. He throws an arm around the back of the couch, and Matt settles back into it. “Nobody in here is under the illusion that you’re unfamiliar with it.”

Yuta grins a little bit.

“You, shut up,” Mox says, shoving Yuta’s shoulder with his. “Who controls my remote?”

“Me,” Adam says. “Obviously.” He turns to Matt. “Who do you want to control yours?”

“Wait, we’re doing this?!” Matt asks. Sure, he’s popping a semi over the idea. Sure, he and Adam were just talking about this. But it feels a little overwhelming now that it’s a possibility. “We’re putting vibrators in our asses during Anarchy in the Arena. Just making this clear.”

“You are,” Adam says, stroking Matt’s arm. “And Mox.”

Matt shivers and leans into the touch, because he’s been a sucker for touches like this all his life and that absolutely doesn’t stop for Adam. “I’m only gonna agree if he agrees.”

Mox shrugs. “I mean, sure. Not the first time I’ve had something inside me during a match.” He turns to Yuta and grins. “Remember Forbidden Door last year?”

“Okay, that’s more detail than I need,” Matt mumbles. “You have to swear. I’m not doing this on my own.”

“What, you don’t think your brother wants in?”

Matt wrinkles his nose. “Ew. No, I will not be involving my brother in – in whatever this is.” He curls more into Adam’s side. “Actually, do we have to tell them? I’d rather not tell them.”

“Like, any of them?” Yuta asks. “That feels weird. Like, illegal or something.”

“It’s not,” Mox says. “Even so, you just can’t get caught.” He winks at Matt. “’Less that’s something you like.”

Matt feels himself blush. “Shut up.”

“Oh! I was joking!” Mox leans forward and licks his lips, arms braced on his thighs. “You want us to make you get caught?”

“Mox, please stop trying to seduce my boyfriend when I’m right here,” Adam says. He sounds exhausted, not angry, at least. “It’s my job to fuck him in public, not yours.”

“Oh my god,” Matt mumbles. He has a sudden image of all three of them, in the middle of the ring, going absolutely bananas all over him.

“You’re blushing,” Yuta says. “It’s cute. Can I hold your remote?”

“Can – really?”

Yuta nods.

“I mean, I guess?” Matt says. “This is super weird. Are we really doing this?”

“Only if you’re comfortable with it,” Adam says. “And if you change your mind, it’s off.” He stares down Mox and Yuta. “Right?”

“Yeah, of course,” Mox says, leaning back in his chair. “I’m in it, though. Cowboy over there gets my remote, Yuta over here gets yours, yeah?”

Matt nods. “Yeah, we can do that. Just.” He squirms a little. “We need a safe word.”

“Good, Matty,” Adam says, pressing a kiss to Matt’s temple.

“Ugh, they’re cute,” Mox says. “Yuta, why aren’t we this cute?”

“Because you’re annoying,” Yuta replies. “Mine’s treadmill. I probably won’t need it, though, since I’m not, um.” He grins. “I’m not the one with the vibrator.”

“Scrapbook,” Adam says. “But, same deal.”

Matt and Mox lock eyes, not exactly on purpose.

“Prickly pear,” Mox says, and he doesn’t break eye contact.

“Paisley,” Matt murmurs. “That’s mine.”

Adam leans in and kisses the side of Matt’s head. “So we good?” Adam says.

Yuta nods, head in his phone. “Already have two of them shipping to Vegas. Probably be here tonight.”

“My boy works fast,” Mox says. He pulls Yuta in and rubs his cheek against the top of his head, which seems weird. But it works for them, so Matt won’t judge. “We’ll drop it off at your hotel room when it gets here.”

“Cool,” Adam says, standing up. “When we beat y’alls asses Sunday night, we’ll meet up at the hotel room again, yeah?” He winks, and Matt has to remember he’s supposed to be standing up.

Yuta drops his phone, and Mox starts grinning.

“Interesting,” Mox says. “What’re you offering, Cowboy?”

Adam laughs and grabs Matt’s hand. “You’ll see Sunday night.”

~

The next day, Matt returns to the hotel room he shares with Adam after a gym session to see a brown box on the doorstep. It’s innocuous enough until he reads the note taped to the top.

Buzz buzz Buck

“Oh, for the love of god,” Matt grumbles. He looks around quickly and grabs the box, using his key to unlock the door.

“Adam,” he says, “Adam, the box is here.”

“Box?” Adam asks. He’s still in bed, glasses on and nose in a book. Matt takes him in for a moment, lets himself remember that this is his again. He sets the book down. “What box?”

Matt tosses the box to him, and watches him read the note.

“Ah,” Adam says. “That box.” He grins. “We should probably make sure it works.”

They’re late to a meeting with Tony, but it’s worth it.

~

Matt wakes up Sunday morning curled around Adam, head resting on his chest. He nuzzles in, desperate to catch the sleep before it wisps away from him.

“Today’s the day,” he mumbles against Adam’s skin. “You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” Adam says. “Are you?”

“Not my first hardcore match, and I got that shoe idea I told you about.”

Adam shifts them so he can look at Matt a little better. “Not exactly what I meant.”

Matt blushes, but he can’t fight his grin. “Oh. Yeah. Yeah, I’m excited.”

Adam leans in and kisses him. “Let’s go kick some Blackpool Bottoms Club ass.”

~

Part 2: The Match

~

Matt

“Okay,” he says. “It’s – it’s in.” He shifts.

Adam grins at him. “You good?”

Matt wiggles. “I – sort of?” He wiggles again, trying to get used to the vibrator. It’s not even on and already he’s a little disoriented. “Text Mox. Make sure he’s doing his, too.”

“I’m sure that freaky old bastard is,” Adam says, but he texts anyway.

“Hey! He’s younger than me!”

Adam pauses and looks at Matt. “Oh,” he says, a little baffled. “Oh, shit. You’re right.” His grin goes fond. “You’re my freaky old bastard.”

Matt throws a shoe at him, gently, though, and Adam bats it away with ease.

They get their gear in order and make it back to gorilla. Adam bumps the back of Matt’s hand. “You okay, baby?”

Matt nods. “Yeah. Arm’s good, I’m feeling good. Ready to get out there.”

Adam leans in, lips brushing Matt’s ear in a way that makes him incredibly aware of the vibrator suddenly. “Not what I meant.”

“Oh,” Matt says. He’s pretty sure his heart rate just sky rocketed. “Um, yeah. Good. So good.”

Adam laughs and kisses the side of his head. “Let’s go fuck ‘em up, baby.”

“Can you stay? Next to me, I mean?” Matt says it before he can stop it. “I know you usually –”

“Of course,” Adam says. He moves some of Matt’s hair off his shoulder so it falls down his back. “I’m right here. Paisley, right?”

Matt nods. “Paisley.” He wiggles again, hoping it’s dark enough back here that nobody can see him. “But I don’t need it.”

“But if you do,” Adam says, and there’s a bit of stern teacher behind it that makes Matt feel a little fizzy in a way he wasn’t expecting.

“Um. Yeah, yeah. I’ll say it.” With a quick glance around, Matt goes up on his toes and kisses Adam, quickly. “For luck.”

“For luck,” Adam says, an arm still around Matt’s waist.

Justin Roberts introduces them and their music hits, the four of them next to each other. Back where they belong once again.

Adam takes the lead as they make their way up the ramp, but stays just close enough to Matt. Close enough to remind him they’re a team together. He thinks Adam belongs up in the front, like that. Leading the team.

He wants to walk with him, follow him around the ring, but he knows this business well and Adam and Kenny are going around that side. So he’ll go around the front with Nick. The song feels familiar, comforting, and when Matt sees Kenny and Adam singing together, he doesn’t care what happens tonight. He doesn’t care who hurts him, if they lose, if they get their asses whooped. They’re together again. That matters. They’re in the ring, singing together, on the same side in a match. It’s been years.

And then an electric spark zings up his spine, and every thought he’s ever had leaves his mind as the music starts. He looks to see the BCC make their way down two different sets of stairs. Mox and Yuta don’t even have the audacity to be together, the pricks.

“Adam,” Matt says, voice tight. He puts his hand on his back, gripping the leather jacket for stability. “Adam, I – oh, god. Yuta turned it on.”

Adam turns to him, smiling. “You good?”

Matt nods, rolling his shoulder. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” He exhales. “This is gonna be a long night.”

He runs at Claudio, with the thought that, maybe, if he’s far enough from Yuta, the remote will stop working. He’d done his research the night before – the average distance was around 10 meters, but there’s a chance Mox and Yuta are as insane as they look and splurged for a longer range.

Yuta must be feeling particularly bitchy, because all of a sudden the subtle buzz that Matt could almost ignore skyrockets into a strong, rhythmic pulsing. Matt lets out a weird little noise, mouth open, and hopes the camera near them doesn’t catch it.

Claudio hits him in the stomach and the vibrator goes so weird that Matt moans again. Claudio takes the opportunity to throw Matt against a barricade. Claudio seems a little bored, though, and walks away for a second. Matt exhales deeply, braced on the barricade, as the pulsing shifts its pattern and makes his brain start to fuzz again.

“Why did I go for the giant?” Matt whines. He’s getting pummeled within an inch of his life. Before he can process it, the vibration increases as he hits the barricade again. “Oh, god.” He has to pause and lean over, hands on his knees, before he can do anything else. He has the fleeting thought that he hopes Adam is okay, Nick, too, and Kenny, but then the pulsing changes. It’s steady now, normal. He can handle this.

He punches Claudio, who tries to throw him over the barricade. Matt’s backflip is perfect, if he does say so himself, and he grins at Claudio.

“Not this time, buddy,” he laughs.

He pulls off a superkick, the vibrator slows, and he gets a chance to breathe. He’s got the upper hand now, ringside, able to throw Claudio against the side of the ring and get him in a headlock.

He looks up to see Mox. He half wants to know what Mox is thinking, how he feels, what’s going on in that head of his. But then the pulsing in his ass changes again, and all he can do is squeak.

Mox jumps off of the commentator table so that Matt’s forced off of Claudio, but it gives him a second to roll away. Claudio seems otherwise occupied right now, at least, so Matt gets a chance to moan into the floor and shift, trying both to get the vibrator against his prostate and as far from it as possible.

“This was a terrible idea,” he mutters to no one.

Eventually he gets to his feet. Yuta must have turned down the intensity at some point, which is nice. Sort of.

He sees Mox with Kenny in a Figure Four and kicks him directly in the face.

“I hope you’re suffering as much as I am right now,” Matt snipes.

“I think we all are, Matt,” Kenny says. “Get him offa me!”

“Not all suffering in the same way,” Mox says. He makes a weird sound that Matt thinks passes for a moan in Mox’s world. It’s interesting.

Matt gets thrown to the ground, though, and doesn’t get up until something interesting but also evil happens deep within him. The vibrator changes to a wave-like motion, something that feels exactly like how Adam fucks him, and Matt is suddenly very aware he is screwed. He rolls under the ring just in time before his orgasm hits him like a train. He’s lucky, though. He comes without coming, technically, and he’s still rock hard in his gear, but he’s not messy.

The overstimulation is about to kill him when the vibrator settles. He hopes, just a little, that maybe the battery died.

“Fuck,” he whines. He hopes everyone on camera will chalk it up to exertion, with how red his face has got to be.

He rolls out from under the ring and grabs a chair, throwing it as he gets in there. The vibration kicks in again, but it’s a rhythmless, random pulse. It feels like a blessing. The blessing doesn’t last long, though, and the pulsing shifts back to the slow wave, with varying intensity.

“Okay,” Matt squeaks. “Gonna bookmark this one for later.” He leans on the ropes for balance, pretending everything is okay.

He manages to get Claudio pinned against the turnbuckle and turns to see the rest of his team doing the same to their BCC counterparts. He looks over at Adam, who winks at him.

“Not the time,” Matt whimpers. The wave is killing him. In any other scenario, it would be in a good way. But not right now.

Claudio’s face is directly in his crotch, and Matt hopes he can’t tell that Matt’s got a boner hard enough to break bricks.

They stop and gather in the ring for a Superkick Party, but it’s a bad thing. The vibrator shifts to his prostate again, and Matt might die. Setting up for the big jumping spot helps, though, and moves it away.

“Oh, thank god,” Matt mumbles.

“What’s wrong?” Nick asks. “Your arm?”

“Definitely not his arm,” Adam yells.

“Shut up!”

“You all need to shut up,” Kenny hisses.

Matt runs and throws himself at Claudio, who falls to the ground. It feels like a win, until the slow wave vibrations shift to a steady thrumming. It’s different. Unfortunately, different is good. Matt whines again.

“I can do this,” he sighs, walking up the ramp to follow Claudio. “No worse than that tag team titles thing. I can do this.” He punches Claudio a few times, trying to transition some of his energy somewhere else.

Nick follows him. And Matt really hopes Nick doesn’t see it written all over his face.

“You good?” Nick asks as they throw their respective members off the ramp. “You look sweaty.”

“We’re wrestling.”

Nick rolls his eyes. “Whatever.”

Matt turns around with Nick as they hear somebody shouting behind them, to see the singer of the Violent Idols…stripping?

“Ah, Matt says. “He’s got a BCC shirt on. Nick?”

“Already ahead of you.”

They superkick him, and the vibration calms down, and Matt can breathe again.

Matt dives off the stage at Danielson, pummeling him to the best of his abilities.

“Get over here,” Matt grumbles. He grabs Yuta on the ramp. “Get ready to die, kid.”

“Oh me?” Yuta asks. “Just fuckin’ wait, pretty boy.”

Matt manages one Northern Lights suplex before the vibration kicks up.

“Oh, god,” Matt moans. “You are the worst.”

Yuta laughs. “Save your breath.”

Matt manages a few suplexes, he loses count pretty fast, but Yuta turns up the vibrator to what feels like the maximum level and Matt’s knees start shaking and he thinks he’s blacking out and – well. There went the suplexes. He gets hit in the back by Claudio.

“You’re a dick,” Matt gasps. “Turn it down, oh my god.”

“Fine,” Yuta says. “For now.”

“What?” Claudio asks.

“You don’t want to –”

Yuta is interrupted by Nick flying over them and colliding with Claudio, which is probably for the best. Matt throws Yuta at Adam, who powerbombs him onto the apron.

“Thank you!” Matt yells across to him.

Adam winks again, which may make Matt’s dick situation worse.

“I’m gonna go fuck up Mox,” Adam says, and Matt watches him get into the ring.

“Give him hell!” Matt yells. He hopes Adam knows exactly what he means.

Matt plans to watch as Kenny and Adam beat the hell out of Mox, but his plans are torn to shreds when Claudio stalks over to him. He hits Matt once, and all Matt can think of is how to get up the stairs, how to get away. He also thinks that, maybe, if he gets up the stairs, he’ll be out of range of the remote. It’ll either keep the remote on this setting, or it’ll turn it off. He hopes for the second one.

When the vibrator turns off at the top of the stares, Matt collapses against the wall.

“Oh, thank god,” he mumbles. He doesn’t get many moments of relief, as Claudio grabs him and begins throwing him against the wall. Claudio hauls Matt over his shoulder like it’s nothing, which leads to a dick twitch Matt refuses to investigate in himself, but Matt manages to get himself balanced so he can shove Claudio into the wall.

Matt’s able to keep himself together through the whole fight in concessions. The vibrator, while still definitely there, doesn’t seem to be able to turn back on. While he’s suffering the Giant Swing, he’s glad the bases of vibrators are flared. Otherwise it may have zipped up him so fast nobody would have known what to do.

Claudio hauls him up and Matt pretends it’s not a little fun. His arm doesn’t hurt, at least. They manage to get backstage, where Claudio hauls him up and throws him into the back of somebody’s pickup truck.

“Ow!” he yells.

“Suck it up, Jackson,” Claudio yells back.

Matt tries a superkick, but it doesn’t help as much as he needed it to. On his second one, Claudio catches him and pile drives him directly into the floor of the pickup truck. Matt wails, moans, and has started to miss the vibrator.

Claudio screams something toward the camera, something vaguely European Matt assumes, and leaves Matt.

There’s a few moments where he considers just staying here, in the bed of a stranger’s pickup truck, until the show is over. He doesn’t have to get back out there. He could stay here and wait it out.

And then he remembers his secret weapon.

Matt leaps up and out of the truck, scrambling his way backstage.

“Move!” Matt yells.

“Aren’t you mid-match?”

“Shut up, Cole!”

He skids to a halt in front of Tony.

“Where’s the bag?”

Tony adjusts his headset. “What?”

“Where’s the bag?!”

“Shouldn’t you be out there?” Tony points with his thumb.

“The bag!” Matt gives up and dives under the desk and pulls out the bright orange bag.

“Jesus Christ,” Tony says, sounding resigned. “What is that?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Matt needs help setting up his shoe, about to burn to death on the wires, but he gets it done.

“Okay, bye!”

He runs back out to the ramp, careful not to stand too heavily on his foot. He has to make sure the toe part says off the ground until it collides with somebody’s head. He gets a good look at the ring, where everybody is, what everybody’s doing. Mox and Yuta have Nick in some weird double submission thing, Kenny’s on the ground and might not be moving, and he can’t even see Adam.

He pushes through and gets to Mox. He tries to yell something at Matt, but Matt’s not going to let him.

“Eat this!” he yells, and watches his shoe explode before his eyes. Mox makes a strange yelping noise, and Matt’s entire leg feels electric shocked. He wonders, briefly, if he did something wrong. But he also doesn’t care.

The vibrator kicks on suddenly, and it’s enough to make Matt stumble to the ropes.

Yuta notices him and shoves the remote back in his pocket before going after Matt. Every punch to the back jostles the vibrator, and he will not get through this. Oh god, he won’t get through this. He screams, desperate to get a little control back of himself, and kicks Yuta again.

Matt watches as Adam comes up from nowhere with a beautiful Buckshot, and takes out Yuta. Matt thinks this is it – almost nobody kicks out of the Buckshot – but then Yuta does.

“Jeez,” Matt says. The vibration is low and steady, which is nice in a way. Makes him think he’s not about to get his leg broken or his skull cracked on a turnbuckle. Maybe.

It doesn’t last though, the nice feeling. Claudio gets a hold of him before he can do any real damage to Bryan and throws his shoe into the crowd.

“Those are Spidermans!” Matt yells indignantly.

“It’s a shoe, princess,” Claudio snarls. He grabs Matt’s foot and starts shaking it, then starts to take off his sock.

“What are you doing?!”

Danielson yanks off his sock. Claudio gets yanked away by Kenny, but that’s not enough. He fights the urge to duck and hide when he’s getting wailed on by Yuta and Danielson, but any time he moves, the vibrator shifts to a new and interesting place.

At one point, he collapses over, ass up, and wonders if the audience can see anything. If they can tell.

He manages to stand, only to collide with Mox. In one smooth movement Mox picks him up, turns him, and slams him, feet first into the thumbtacks. Mox may have said something, by Matt can’t even think. Before Matt can even react, Mox grabs him in a Deathrider and slams him to the floor, hooking him for the pin.

He almost can’t kick out in time, the vibrations mixed with the pinpoint agony of his foot, but he does. He immediately regrets it, though, with the way Danielson has his heel in a hook. His head is spinning, passing out from it all threatening, when he sees a sudden whirl of color fly through the air.

Nick slams into Danielson and the ring, then Mox grabs him and drives his face into the thumb tacks. Matt winces. He rolls into the corner of the ring, trying to stay out of the way of Kenny going after Mox, but also away from the eyes of anyone who may see him an easy target, now that he’s got a bare foot. He can do nothing but watch as Adam and Kenny get nailed with busaiku knees. The vibration shifts to something mild, somehow, like Yuta’s trying to find something to mess with him. It gives him a break, at least. Slightly more stable, he manages to get to his feet and scramble to the ring, where BCC is going after his team with hammer and anvil elbows.

He wails on the BCC members to the best of his ability, but Yuta nails him right between the legs, which also sends the vibrator going just that much against his prostate.

Matt makes a strangled noise and falls to his knees, realizing the comfort was due to the vibrator slipping. He’s distracted in the worse way – he’s vulnerable. Before he can do anything, Yuta’s got a hand on his head, tilting his head back by the hair while Mox feeds him thumbtacks. He tells himself he needs to get up, spit them out, but every movement feels like too much. And, as much of an exhibitionist as he is, coming during the middle of a Pay Per View doesn’t seem like something he can handle. His friends will watch that back.

He’s shoved into Claudio and given the uppercut of a lifetime, spitting out tacks that fly everywhere. Yuta grabs him and gives him a German suplex. Matt thinks it might be the last of the energy he has, just to keep breathing, but then a familiar blonde head flies into view. Adam breaks up the pin, and Matt gets a chance to roll over, face down, onto the ring apron.

“Are you okay?” asks a medic.

Matt nods. “I’m good,” he whines. He does roll to the floor, though. Laying down sounds nice right now.

Like it’s television, Matt suddenly sees Hangman leap off the ring post and perfectly execute a moonsault into Claudio. He’ll have to compliment it, later. When he’s less dead.

A very different feeling washes over Matt as he sees somebody – it’s a familiar form, he knows that person, knows that shape – with Don. He knows.

“That’s –”

Before he can scramble to his feet, Takeshita, still in his mask, attacks Kenny. Matt can’t get up in time to stop him.

And Kenny gets pinned.

Kenny gets pinned.

Matt can only stare in disbelief as Nick crawls over to him.

“We lost,” Nick says, almost pathetically. “Matt, we lost.”

“I know, man,” Matt says. The vibrator’s stopped, despite Yuta glaring over at Matt from time to time and fiddling in his pocket. Matt’s best guess is the attempts at the long range connection drained the battery.

“Yeah,” Matt mumbles. “We did.”

BCC showboats like dicks in the ring, until they hop off. Claudio literally points and laughs at Matt and Nick, which feels excessive.

“I think I literally hate them,” Nick says mildly. “Like, I think I would be genuinely cool with fucking them up again.”

Matt shrugs. “I could go for fucking them.”

“Fucking them up.”

“That’s what I said.”

~

Mox

“You good?” Yuta asks, bouncing on his toes. He’s coming in through a different door. Mox thinks it’s cute how worried he is.

“Ready to fuck them up,” Mox says. “So good.”

Yuta fights a smile. “And you’re – good?”

Mox wiggles his butt at him. “Great.”

Yuta squeezes his hand before they both get ready at their own doors.

“This song fuckin’ blows,” Mox mutters to Claudio.

“Of course it does,” Claudio does. “Those idiots chose it.”

When Violent Idols starts, they make their way down the stairs.

Omega runs at him first, but Mox thinks Hangman must be watching him, waiting for him to get in range. He can’t remember how far the remote control works, how much the –  

“Fuck,” Mox says. “Jesus, setting one is – oh, shit.”

Omega runs at him, but Mox catches him around the neck and chokes him. If he focuses on the match, the music, the other men, he can almost ignore the buzzing.

He manages to get an arm around Omega’s neck, but it doesn’t last. Hangman must have kicked up the speed of the vibrator again, because Mox is pretty sure his eyes are crossing.

When Omega throws him into the metal chair, Mox can fucking hear the vibration, and it makes it that much worse.

“I’m gonna kill him,” Mox mumbles. He almost wishes Omega would kick him harder – it would make this easier to manage.

He manages to subdue Omega, at least enough to get out of his reach. He sees Matt, who he hopes is suffering at least as much as he is, with his arms around Claudio’s neck against the ring. In a fit of adrenaline fueled stupidity, he jumps up on the commentator desk and slams into Omega. Hangman must be nearby and watching, because the pulsing shifts to a weird pattern with high intensity.

“Shoulda told Yoots to cheap out on these,” he mutters, as he does his best to choke Omega out.

“What?” Omega gasps.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Claudio gets Omega in the back with a chair, and it feels right. Mox follows him to the floor and gets him in a figure four. Mainly because he thinks laying down will make the vibrator stop turning his brain into jelly.

He’s distracted quickly, though when Matt’s shoe goes right in his face.

They snipe back and forth for a moment, and Mox is almost convinced to tell Kenny what’s going on, just to make things that much more annoying for Matt. Inconvenience him, maybe.

But all of a sudden the vibrations turn off, and he can breathe, and Mox gets himself into the ring. Hangman’s on the floor and Mox thinks about finding the remote and crushing it under his boot, but that feels a little like cheating. The rest of the BCC is in the ring, too. He doesn’t want to rope Claudio and Bryan in on his attempts to seduce Hangman and Matt – that feels a little like workplace harassment.

Omega gets back in the ring and, just as Mox is about to really give it to him, Hangman must have found the remote. The vibrations pulse hard and fast, and Mox can’t help but collapse on all fours, trying to control his breathing.

The chair to his back is a gift, though, as it just barely shifts the vibrator to make it all less intense.

“Thanks, man,” he laughs to Omega.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

The punches to the face are kind of nice. A distraction from the intensity. Hangman must be busy – the strong pulsing doesn’t stop or change.

He and the rest of BCC get rolled to the outside of the ring, and Mox lays on the floor for a minute, trying to regain his bearings.

“You good, Mox?” Yuta asks. Mox looks up to see Yuta looking infuriatingly smug. “Nothing…up your ass?”

“Go fuck yourself,” Mox grumbles.

Yuta still looks smug. “Maybe you. Later.”

They stand up and are immediately pummeled by an Elite member. Omega slams into him and sends him over the commentator desk.

The two of them brawl for long enough that Mox starts to get woozy with the too-many sensations. Mox finds himself in the ring, his vest gone, Omega with weapons in his hands, and wonders if this is how it all ends. Broomed to death by a Weeb in the middle of a wrestling ring, a vibrator in his ass.

Honestly, this time he doesn’t even know what he’s being choked with. He’s not pleased about it, though.

The vibrations stop, briefly. Mox wonders if Hangman is out of range. Mox gathers his energy now to push off the metal object and gets back in this, trading blows with Omega. Piece of cake.

The double clothesline, though. He hits the ground and the vibrator kicks in again, firm and unrelenting. Mox’s vision blurs.

He finds himself, when the vibration changes to something closer to a wave, in the middle of the ring where Hangman and Omega are wailing on him. He muses, in the back of his dazed brain, that in another life this would be his dream scenario.

The vibrator shifts and hits his prostate like a bullet, forcing Mox to double over. It’s right in time, though. Hangman came up with a big boot. It collides with Omega’s face.

Mox laughs at them. “Good one, Hangman.”

“Just for that,” Hangman mutters.

Mox feels the intensity sky rocket, so much that it’s almost gone the other way around to make it tolerable again. He takes out Hangman and rolls out of the ring after Omega. They wail on each other as they beat each other up on the ramp. He wonders if Hangman’s remote is broken, because the vibrator seems to have dropped back down to a low level, a steady, gentle hum.

When he gets to his poker chip, his prized masterpiece of the match, he can’t help but grin. He’s going to throw Omega through that fucking thing, and it’s going to be beautiful. But first, a classic. He sighs with nostalgia as he  pulls out the fork and fists it in his hand. Punching it into Omega’s face feels like how his friends always describe meditating.

Through the violence with Omega, Mox has a strange sense of clarity. Life is easier to focus on without a vibrator going nuts. He wonders if he’s created a new version of caffeine.

It’s all pretty standard, until the vibrator acts up again.

“Yuta,” Mox yells up into the ring. “Hit his hands.”

Yuta looks over at him from where he’s slamming Hangman with a chair,  confused for a second, then rolls his eyes. “Mox, go kill Kenny.”

Eventually Mox ends up back in front of Hangman.

“You’re being a dick,” Mox says, hitting Adam.

Adam laughs a little, even with how exhausted he is. “Yeah?”

Mox sees him fiddle in his pocket and send the vibrator back to the slow waving motion.

“Fuck off,” Mox grumbles, but he hits Hangman again, then goes after Nick. The waving motion is hitting him harder than it needs to be. He can barely focus on fucking up Nick.

He claws his way back into the ring, where he sees the cord and decides to assist Bryan with Hangman.

“I’ll let go if you turn it off,” he says, forgetting Bryan’s there, too.

“You wish!” Hangman yells back.

“I don’t want to know,” Bryan says.

Mox picks Omega next and manages not to stumble when Hangman adjusts the settings. It’s not a pulsing sensation, something that may create a massive problem in him very quickly. He and Yuta send Omega into the barbed wire broom.

Mox grabs Hangman before he can mess with his pockets again, but, worse than the vibrator, Hangman picks him up and gives him a dead eye.

“Asshole,” Mox mutters as he rolls onto the ground. He takes a few seconds to breathe, eyes locked on Hangman’s hand to make sure he doesn’t unexpectedly mess with the remote, then gets himself up. Nick is peacocking around the ring. Mox gives him a lariat as payment.

The vibrator shifts and changes while Mox tries to pin Nick, but he’s focused now. This mild steady vibration isn’t doing anything he’s worried about.

The problem with the Boston Crab, though, Mox realizes a minute or so into it, is things…move. The buzzing speeds up, gets more intense, and Mox may not survive this.

“Yuta,” he mumbles, “Yuta, we’re in danger territory here.”

Yuta laughs a little as he has Nick’s head cranked back. “You safeword, we adjust.”

“How come he gets an effing safe word?” Nick croaks, hardly able to speak through the pain.

“Don’t you ever stop –” He pauses. “Fuck you, Matt!”

Before Mox can even figure out what’s happening, he’s cracked in the forehead by something bright and hot and startling. He yells, not sure what, and blinks to get the stars out of his eyes. In the moments between getting his vision back and getting ready to beat the shit out of Matt, Hangman must get his shit together and shifts the vibrator. Mox wails a little as he rolls off the ring apron and feels the vibrator shift to that strong, pulsing movement. A second later and suddenly it’s at the highest level, and Mox comes dry, which is the one good thing about it. He bites down on his forearm to stifle the moan. He allows himself a moment to get himself together, adjusting the boner that won’t go away. The vibration is going nuts now, but he’s not dying yet, so at least that’s something.

He shakes his head, trying to reset himself. Slowly, he pulls himself up the side of the ring. He sees – well, Matt’s on his knees, which is a pretty sight, so Mox decides to grab the thumbtacks he’d nestled under the ring earlier. Maybe fuck Matt up a little with them.

He pours them on the floor, artfully, he notes, and catches Matt’s foot. He almost laughs. Right into his trap.

Mox hauls Matt up and slams him, feet first, into the pile of thumbtacks.

“Not the only thing getting in you, huh?” he whispers into Matt’s ear.

Matt’s response is to hobble feebly for a few steps, but Mox doesn’t let him go far. He grabs Matt and pulls off a Death Rider, going for the pin. He thinks he’s got it, but Matt manages to kick out. It’s enough to shift the vibrator against his prostate again, and it’s almost unbearable after the orgasm.

“Shit,” he whines.

“You deserve it,” Matt chokes out.

 Mox watches, pleased, as Bryan gets Matt in a heel lock. Serves the brat right. Nick is annoying, though, and breaks up the submission, so Mox drops his head into the thumbtacks. Just for fun.

Things spin out of control, and for a minute Mox has no idea where he is or what he’s doing. All he knows is Omega’s got him and he’s slamming into the ring and rolling off, pain and vibrations coursing through his body as he flops onto the floor.

Mox crawls back into the ring just in time for a nice little hammer and anvil moment with the BCC. He gets Nick, which is fine, but then Matt has to show up and get in the way. It works, sort of, but he rolls sideways into the thumbtacks.

Sideways into the thumbtacks.

“Since he likes stuff in his mouth so much,” Mox singsongs. He doesn’t even bother with fanfare, just trusts Yuta to tilt Matt’s head back so he’ll open his mouth and take what he’s given.

Hangman’s taught Matt well.

Mox is a little disappointed he’s not the one to punch Matt in the mouth and send the thumbtacks flying, but he’s not a selfish man and Claudio deserves to have a little fun with Matt. Especially since he won’t get to be part of what happens after.  

Mox is convinced Yuta’s going to get the pin, but then the stupid Cowboy shows up. He half hopes he and Omega are about to kill each other, which would make his job easier, but then they do something. Well, it’s not unlike what he and Bryan do, but it feels way gayer.

“That was fuckin’ gay,” Mox says to Hangman as they go after each other.

“You literally have a vibrator in your ass! Right now!”

Mox shrugs, planning a snippy retort, but Hangman grabs the controller and turns it to that weird intense pulsing thing, and Mox is suddenly unable to do anything.

“Hah,” Adam says. “Who’s gay now?”

“All of us, fuck.”

Hangman takes the opportunity to throw Mox on his back. He accepts it, just for now, and rolls out of the ring, trying to figure out if Hangman increased the intensity or if this is just his reaction to pain in any setting.

By the time he gets himself together and stands up, he can tell Hangman is about to go for a Buckshot on Yuta, and Mox doesn’t care for that shit at all. He yanks Omega out of the ring by the leg, but Omega gets away before Mox can subdue him and gets back into the ring.

He watches, in awe, as Takeshita makes his move. There’s not much he has to do right now. All he has to do is let Yuta do his thing, and Omega’s done.

One.

Two.

Three.

“Hell yeah,” Mox laughs. That’s his man.

He leaps into the ring, blinking blood out of his eyes, as he checks in with Yuta.

“Hey, baby,” he says, grinning. “Good job.”

“Thanks,” Yuta says, panting. “How are you?”

Mox shrugs. “Came once. Close again, but I’m distracted, so I should be good.”

“I meant the blood on your face.”

“I always have blood on my face.”

He pats Yuta’s side, a job well done, and moves so he can watch Don.

“This is unnecessary,” Mox says to Yuta. “This is about you, baby. Go – I don’t know, be flashy about it.”

Claudio comes up behind Yuta. “I have an idea.”

He scoops Wheeler up on his shoulders, and Mox grins as they do a version of their little crab walk.

His guys. His team.

Their victory.

~

Part 4: The Aftermath

~

Matt

“I gotta pee!”

“But your foot –”

“I said I have to pee!”

Matt hobbles to the bathroom, the door caught by someone as he tries to slam it shut.

“I said I have to –” He cuts himself off. “Oh, Adam, it was awful.”

“Was it?” Adam asks. He always looks so good covered in blood. He also looks good smirking like an asshole, but Matt doesn’t want to think about that right now. “Are you sure awful’s the right word?” He crowds into Matt, who wants nothing but to be touched.

“You’re being mean.”

“You like it when I’m mean.”

Matt fights a smile. “I really do have to pee.”

“I know,” Adam says. “You probably have to do something else, yeah?”

Matt nods.

“I’m here for moral support,” Adam says, leaning against the door. “Also a bodyguard. Also, my pockets are deeper than yours.” He shrugs. “If you want to take out the vibrator.”

“I’m not sure it’s a want as much as a need,” Matt says.

The vibrator, cleaned in the hottest water possible in the sink with soap as Adam laughs at him in the corner, is taken care of and shoved in Adam’s pocket.

“It was your idea,” Matt says, patting the pocket, “so you get to take care of it.”

“Let’s hope I don’t go through a metal detector.” He winks at Matt. “How horrible it would be if we got caught.”

“Don’t you start that,” Matt says, as firmly as he can muster while feeling both agonizingly empty and overly full with thumbtacks. “Now help me over to medical so I can stop hurting.”

Adam get him where Matt needs to go and keeps an eye on him as they tend to his head wound and examine Matt’s foot.

“Jesus,” Doc says. “What the hell made you want to do this?”

“Me?!” Matt exclaims. “It was Mox’s fault! And the whole stupid BCC’s fault.” He pouts and folds his arms across his chest as the medical team painstakingly pulls the thumbtacks out of his foot. Doc looks like he regrets his question.

“I gotta go get antiseptic,” Doc says, “and away from this conversation.”

“Hey, baby,” Adam says, checking Matt’s foot. “You okay?”

“No,” Matt grumbles. “We lost. Because of that stupid little brat.”

“Technically, it was because of Don.”

“Yeah, him too. Lots of assholes in the ring tonight.”

Adam snorts.

“Shut up!” Matt half wails. He reaches out and yanks Adam down by the arm. “The only reason I’m not dead is I’m pretty sure the battery died. That was miserable.”

“Was it?” Adam says. “I mean. Come on, baby.”

Matt can’t make himself meet Adam’s eyes. “Shut up.”

Adam laughs and presses his lips to the top of Matt’s hair, like he doesn’t care that Matt’s covered in sweat and blood and grease. “How’s your foot?”

“Hurts,” Matt says. “I’m tired.”

Adam rests a hand on his shoulder. “We can go back to the room and sleep,” Adam says, and Matt knows what’s behind his words. “We don’t have to – do anything else.”

Matt does a scan of his body. He doesn’t really need his feet to get railed out of his mind. His mouth is fine after the thumbtack mouth wash, which surprises him.

“I’m good,” Matt says. “I think I – yeah.” He wiggles a little, missing the feeling of something inside him. He has an idea of what could take the vibrator’s spot.

Adam’s smile turns knowing. “Okay. Let’s get patched up and we can, uh. Not go back to the room. Okay?”

Matt nods.

Within the hour, Matt’s got a bandage around his foot, but he can still fit it in a slide, so he considers it a win. The shower wasn’t horrible, either, with his foot stuck outside to keep the bandages dry. Adam, a little butterfly stitch on his forehead and damp curls falling out of his bun, helps him out of the shower and dress.

“Where are you two going?” Nick asks as they make their way to the doors. The bandage makes it look like he’s missing a chunk of hair.

Matt freezes. “We’re gonna go have sex.”

Nick wrinkles his nose. “Ew. Just tell me you’re busy next time. Jeez.” He turns around. “Kenny! They’re being gross. Want to get dinner?”

Kenny nods as he stands up gingerly. “Sure.”

The two of them slowly, but painlessly, make their way out of the venue. Despite his fears, there’s no metal detector to set off the vibrator in Adam’s pocket.

“You think Mox’s vibrator is still going?” Adam asks, face pressed into Matt’s neck.

Matt shakes his head. “Nah. It stops working out of range and the battery’s probably dead, either way.”

Matt watches as Adam – he pouts. He’s pouting.

“What the heck is that?” Matt asks. “What – do you have boo-boo eyes over Mox not still getting messed up by the vibrator?”

Adam scoffs. “They are not boo-boo eyes,” he insists, throwing their bags in the back of the pickup truck he’d rented.

“They are,” Matt says. “They absolutely are. Look!” He turns his phone so Adam can see himself. “Big green boo-boo eyes. Because you’re not still electronically railing Mox.”

“Is this a jealousy thing?” Adam laughs. “Because I can do jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” Matt says, buckling his seat belt. “I got railed electronically by Yuta earlier tonight. I’m pretty pleased.”

Adam bites his lip. “Did you, um. Did you come?”

Matt nods, reliving the moment. “Yeah. Kind of early in the match, actually. There’s this really good wave thing that took me out.” He sighs. “I wanna kill him, but Yuta – he took off that vest and I, uh. I noticed.”

“Right?!” Adam says. He slows to a stop to let a few cars go. “Like, when his torso start looking like – like that?”

Matt thinks for a moment. “You think he’d – do you think he’d want to – to…” He trails off.

Adam laughs, eyes locked on the road. “You want Yuta to fuck you, huh.”

“100%.”

~

Mox

“Where are we meeting them?” Yuta asks. He’s antsy. Mox grabs one of his hands and presses a kiss to bruised knuckles. “Are we still?”

Mox checks his phone to see Hangman’s reply message. “Yeah. See? He said they’d meet us in our suite in a few minutes.”

Yuta grabs Mox’s phone. “Is his contact info a cowboy emoji and the word ‘Bitch’?”

Mox nods. “Yeah. Matt’s in there with that boo-boo bottom eye emoji and the word Bitch.”

Yuta laughs and nuzzles into Mox’s shoulder, shuffling so he’s straddling Mox’s lap. “You’re fucking stupid.”

“I’m fucking you, so that makes you stupid,” Mox says, tilting his head back so Yuta can give him a few more bruises.

“About that,” Yuta says, hands sliding up and under Mox’s shirt. “What if I said I wanted to fuck Matt tonight instead of you?”

Mox hums as Yuta’s fingers tweak at his nipples. “Really.”

“Uh-huh,” Yuta murmurs, lips going to Mox’s neck. “He’s pretty. And I kind of liked making him squirm with that vibrator.”

Mox laughs, arms sliding up the back of Yuta’s shirt. “I like that idea.”

“And I was thinking – maybe Hangman could fuck you wanted.”

“Oh!” Mox says, pulling back to look at Yuta. “Oh, really. You’re not going to get jealous like the time me and Bryan –”

“That was different,” Yuta says, frowning. “Bryan didn’t talk to me about it first. And it wasn’t my idea.”

“So it has to be your idea, huh?” Mox says. He settles his hands on Yuta’s thighs.

“I’d like it to be,” Yuta says. “Would you want to?”

Mox thinks about it. Hangman was mean out there tonight, almost as mean as he was with the Death Match, and Mox kind of wants to see what that looks like in the bedroom. In him.

“Yeah,” Mox says. “Yeah, I’d definitely want to.”

Yuta lights up. “Okay, cool. Yeah, I – let’s ask them to do that.”

The two of them make out lazily for a while, waiting for a knock on the door.

When it comes, Yuta nearly flies off of Mox’s lap.

“Calm down, babe,” Mox laughs. He opens the door to see Matt and Hangman there. Hangman’s got his hand raised for another knock and Matt’s almost behind him, like he’s waiting for Hangman to take control of the situation.

Mox can absolutely work with that.

“Hey,” he says. “What do you two need?”

“Oh, don’t play around,” Hangman says, rolling his eyes. But Mox is pretty sure there’s a smile behind it. He pushes past Mox. “Hey, kid.”

“I’m not a kid.”

“I was the baby of Bullet Club for years,” Hangman says, falling into a chair like he owns the room. “Now you get to suffer.”

“Isn’t it weird that I’m the oldest of all of us?”

They all look at Matt, who looks like he didn’t actually mean to say that out loud.

“I just mean – well, looking at us, Mox and Adam seem like they’d be older, right?”

Mox turns to Hangman. “Your boyfriend has the weirdest dirty talk.”

Hangman scoffs. “You haven’t see how he gets in a shoe store. Once we had sex in the bathrooms because he somehow got turned on by a pair of sneakers.”

“They had Swarovski Golden Goose Super-stars!” Matt yells. “Come on. How would I not pop a boner over that?”

“I would judge him, but I once got hard because a guy hit me in the back with a tennis racket.” Mox shrugs.

“You got a thing for tennis?” Hangman asks. He looks genuinely baffled, which is nice to see.

“No. I got a thing for being hit in the back.”

Hangman nods. “Yeah. Yeah, I see how that’s a thing.” His eyes narrow. “So, like. Did you get a boner when we had our Death Match?”

Mox tries to fight his reaction. “Maybe.”

“Oh, don’t lie, Mox, you had me rail you in the showers right after it was over,” Yuta says.

“Yeah, but he didn’t need to know,” Mox says. “Jesus, Yoots, let me seem more desperate, will you?”

“This does lead into something we should talk about,” Matt says. He’s swinging a leg, balanced on the other. Reminds Mox a bit of a bird, which is weird, because Nick is usually the bird. “Adam and I were talking and, uh. We were wondering…” He trails off and glances at Hangman.

“What my boyfriend is trying to ask is if you two would be cool if Yuta and Matt fucked and Mox, you and me fucked.”

The room is quiet for a minute.

“I mean. Yeah,” Yuta says, nodding from his seat on the bed. “Yeah, absolutely.”

Matt breaks into a sweet smile, something that almost makes Mox forget how fucking annoying he is. “Cool. I mean. No, I mean cool.” Matt almost skips over to Yuta and straddles him without another word.

“Slow down, Matty,” Hangman says, and Mox gets an idea of where this is going. “Wait just a second.”

~

Matt

“Why do I have to slow down?” Matt fights the urge to pout. Yuta’s hands are on his hips and he wants to stay there.

“Yuta, put the vest on again,” Adam says. Matt recognizes that tone. Matt loves that tone.

“Hmm?” Yuta looks confused for a second. Adam beckons to Matt, who walks over to him. Adam hauls Matt into his lap, straddling Adam’s thighs in the huge chair.

“The vest,” Adam repeats. “It looked good on you.”

Yuta turns a charming shade of pink. “Yeah?” He grabs it from his things and pulls it on.

“Yeah,” Adam says. He puts his hands on Matt’s thighs, but doesn’t even look at him. “You got those – what do they call ‘em?”

“Cum gutters,” Matt supplies.

“Cum gutters,” Adam repeats. “You looked incredible tonight.”

Matt watches as Adam talks Yuta into this beautiful blush, the man who was willing to kill hours ago looking sweet and cute, but also devastatingly hot.

“Adam,” Matt says, “I’m gonna go kiss him now.”

“Me?” Yuta asks.

“Duh, you, you’re hot.” Matt says. He stands off of Adam’s lap and walks up to Yuta. “Do you want to kiss me?”

“Yeah, of course.” Yuta looks like a kid with a credit card in a candy shop. “We, uh. Mox and I were talking about this before the two of you got here.” He pauses. Matt thinks he looks a little nervous. “Glad to see we’re on the same page somewhere, yeah?”

Matt leans down and kisses Yuta, trying to make it sweeter than he deserves after the torment Yuta put him through.

“So, Mox,” Adam says, almost too casually. “How was the match for you?”

“Fine,” Mox says. “Vibrator was new, though. Before I’d only used a butt plug during a match.”

“So you’ve done it before,” Adam says. Matt wants to fall entirely into the kiss, but he’s torn between Yuta’s tongue and Adam’s voice. “Interesting. Which setting did you like best?”

“There’s this weird pounding one,” Mox says. “Really intense, yeah? At one point you set it to maximum intensity on that setting and I came.” He laughs. Matt likes the sound of his laugh. “Dry, at least, but. Yeah. That was the best one.”

Matt can’t deal with that. “What?!”

“You disagree?” Adam asks. He looks so smug in the chair. He’s loving this, and Matt’s too horny and dumb to try and resist leaning into it.

“The wave thing – the one where it never really stopped but, like, kind of went in and out of intensity?” Matt makes a motion with his hand that he hopes conveys it. He’s losing sense – Yuta’s hands are on his ass and his lips are on Matt’s neck and there’s a lot going on. “That one’s the best.”

“That sounds about right,” Mox says. “Matty likes it gentle. I like it rough.”

“I do not like it gentle,” Matt huffs. His breath catches when Yuta bites at his neck, hips snapping forward before he can control them.

“Huh,” Yuta says, pulling away. He reaches up to brush Matt’s hair off of his shoulders. “I think he’s telling the truth, Mox. He’s already hard.”

Matt blushes. “I mean, so are you. You can’t say it all insulting like that when you’re hard, too.”

“I have a hot guy in my lap,” Yuta says, squeezing Matt’s ass again. “Of course I’m hard.”

Matt tries not to be too pleased at that.

Yuta stands all of a sudden, grip on Matt’s ass firm and insistent, and Matt’s head spins as Yuta throws him on the giant king bed.

“So,” Yuta says, “Hangman, anything your boy doesn’t like?”

“I am right here,” Matt says, bucking up against Yuta.

“Yeah, but you’re going to say yes to anything,” Yuta says. “You and your stupid exploding shoe.”

“I have a burn on my forehead from that,” Mox adds. He taps his forehead. “That’s the bandage.”

“Can we focus?” Matt almost whines. “I am still very clothed and I hate it.” The other three men laugh and Matt wants to throw a shoe at them. “Oh, shut up.”

Yuta undresses him slowly while Adam and Mox do something in the corner. Matt can’t make himself care – Yuta kisses with meticulous focus, like he’s trying to see if he can get Matt off with his kissing alone. He might.

“Oh,” Matt says, arching into the feeling as Yuta pulls his boxers off. “God, finally.”

“Did you come at all?”

Matt almost jumps by how close Adam’s voice is. He turns his head to see Adam on the bed next to him, Mox straddling his hips. They’re both shirtless. Matt wants to take a photo and keep it. “What?”

“During the match,” Adam says. His smile is soft, almost sweet. “Did you come?”

Matt nods, then shouts as Yuta’s mouth engulfs him. Adam’s making him perform. He already knows Matt’s come. Adam wants to make Matt say it. For Mox and Yuta. “God – yes, I – I had to roll under the ring, didn’t want anybody to see.”

Adam pulls him in to kiss him. It’s a little awkward, but Matt’s brain is melting as he falls into Adam’s kiss and gently twitches his hips in Yuta’s mouth.

“You can go harder,” Mox says to Matt.

Yuta pulls off. “Yeah. Go nuts.”

Matt rolls his hips slowly. Yuta takes him down his throat like it’s nothing, and Matt giggles.

“What’s so funny?”

“I’m just thinking of that MMA fight club basement joke Adam made a few months back,” Matt mumbles. “You really do have sex with each other all the time, don’t you.”

“Mostly me and Yuta,” Mox says, and his eyes flutter shut as Adam goes for his belt and presses his palm against the bulge in the front of his jeans. “Fuck – yeah, sometimes Bryan and Claudio get involved, but Yuta gets jealous.”

“I do not!”

Matt whines a little. “Go back…”

“You better not get jealous tonight,” Adam says, a little stern. “Because if you get to fuck Matt then I get to fuck Mox.”

“I’m not – this is an agreement,” Yuta says. “Bryan forgot to ask me last time.”

Matt laughs out loud at that one. “He forgot to ask?!”

“It’s a long story,” Mox says.

Adam flips Mox and presses him to the bed as he pulls his pants all the way off. “Still prickly pear?”

Mox nods. “Yeah, fuck. You can’t leave me naked and just – fuck.”

Matt, next to Mox, recognizes the look on Adam’s face. He’s about to be infuriating and, for once, Matt’s not on the receiving end of it.

“Can I?” Yuta asks, lube in hand.

“Yeah,” Matt says, lifting his feet. He plans to plant them on the bed, but Yuta throws them over his shoulders. “Oh! Oh, okay.”

Yuta grins at him. “Yeah?”

Matt nods. He looks back over at Adam and Mox.

“What if I left?” Adam says. Matt knows this game. “I mean, maybe all I want is to see Matt get fucked. Maybe I’m not jealous.”

Mox frowns. “Wait, what?”

“Yeah,” Adam says, leaning back on his heels. “Yeah, this isn’t a great view of Matt. Maybe I just go back to the chair.”

“What the fuck?” Mox says. “No. Get back here.”

Adam gives up the game and spits in his hand to wrap it around Mox’s cock . “Okay.”

Mox lets out the weirdest sound Matt’s ever heard, but then Yuta’s got a finger dancing around the rim of his hole, and he’s making weird noises, too.

“They’re both loud,” Yuta mumbles.

“Right?!” Adam says. “Jesus.”

Matt opens his mouth to answer, but Yuta slides a finger in him and all he can do is let out an exhale so intense his entire body relaxes. “Oh, that’s better.”

“Missed this, didn’t you?” Yuta says, leaning in to kiss Matt. “Like it better when you’re full, huh?”

Matt’s eyes close as he rolls at Yuta’s finger and catches him in a kiss. When Yuta pulls away, he smiles. “Adam, I like him,” Matt mumbles. “He’s nicer than you.”

“I’m only mean because you like me mean,” Adam says.

“And I could get meaner if you want me to,” Yuta says. To prove it, he slides another finger in, a little less carefully. Matt gasps at it and writhes. “He likes it rough, yeah?”

“Oh, yeah,” Adam says. “Mox, I’m guessing you do too?”

“Get your fuckin’ fingers in me, you piece of shit.”

Adam pauses. “Jesus, fine. God.” Yuta hands Adam the lube. “Rough?”

“Yes, fuck, I’m still kinda open from the vibrator,” Mox says. “It’ll – Christ.”

Matt watches Adam’s face as he sinks his finger (fingers?) into Mox, while he pushes down on Yuta’s. “Rough enough for you, Mox?”

“Jesus, yes.” Mox pushes against it. “More.”

There’s moments where Matt’s just staring at the concentration on Adam’s face as he opens up Mox, where Matt is being somehow tenderly opened up by Yuta. He knows Yuta’s saying something to him, something fascinating, probably, but there’s so much going on he can barely hear it.

“Matt, hello,” Yuta says, and Matt snaps back into it. “Are you ready?”

Matt nods. “Yes. Oh my god, yes.”

“Cool. I thought the dirty talk was too much.” He pulls his fingers up, then slides a condom on and slicks it up with lube.

Matt’s mouth waters. “I wasn’t paying attention,” he says, half pouting. “There was dirty talk?”

“Just told you how glad I am that I’m about to fuck you so you shut up,” Yuta says, still with that smile on his face. “You know.” He glances over at Adam, then back at Matt. “Use Adam’s boytoy.”

Matt makes a weird noise in his chest.

“Too much?” Yuta asks, freezing.

“No,” Adam says, sounding almost bored. “You just hit his degradation kink. Fuckin’ dork loves to be referred to as a toy.”

Yuta laughs. “Alright. Adam, I’m gonna fuck your boyfriend.”

“Yes, please.” Matt’s voice is small, the anticipation stealing all the air from him.

“And I’m gonna fuck yours,” Adam says.

“Jesus, are you two trying to choreograph this?” Mox says. “You two are so fucking irritating. No, all three of you are the – fuck.”

Adam grins down at Matt as he pushes into Mox.

“Oh, he’s like me,” Matt says as Yuta arranges his legs the way Yuta wants them, “you have to fuck him to shut him – oh, god.”

“God, that vibrator got you ready for me, didn’t it?” Adam says, testing some pushes into Mox. Matt feels a little jealous of Mox, but then Yuta moves his hips and Matt is anything but. “God, you feel good.”

Yuta’s not as much of a talker as Adam, which is different, but he’s just as dedicated. He folds Matt almost in half as he fucks him, little grunts falling from his lips as he turns his head to press kisses to Matt’s forehead, shoulder, neck, cheek.

“God, you look pretty bent like that,” Adam says, brow furrowed in concentration. “Matty, you look so good taking Yuta’s cock. Almost as good as with me.”

“Thanks,” Matt gasps. He reaches up to grip at Yuta’s biceps, pressing at a bruise. Yuta hisses.

“Careful with him,” Mox says. His hands are up by the headboard, bracing himself against Adam’s thrusts.

“It’s a – a bruise,” Matt says. He reaches up to grab at the headboard, as it looks like a good idea, and bumps Mox’s hand. Neither of them adjust, just have their pinkies touching. “He’ll – god, oh my god – he’ll be fine.”

“Shut up,” Yuta laughs, a little out of breath. “Jesus, we must be doing something wrong if the two of them can talk.”

Adam grins at him, then down at Mox and Matt. “Alright then.”

Matt’s eyes roll back in his head, which is a shame because he loves seeing Adam get rough like this, hard thrusts sending Matt into oblivion. Except this time it’s not Adam, it’s Yuta, and his cock is different but good, a change but the unrelenting pounding still the same.

He’s still a little sensitive from the vibrator, but it’s good, it’s so good.

“Yuta,” he manages to gasp out, “tou-touch me? Please?”

“Yeah,” Yuta says. He slides a hand between the two of them, and Matt has a second to be impressed he can balance so well on his knees and one hand before Yuta’s hand curls around him. “Yeah, come for me, baby, take it.”

Matt whimpers and then it’s over for him, Adam’s name falling from his lips as he shoots up his chest and rides out the sensation.

“You even say my name when taking another guy’s cock,” Adam says, his voice too sweet for the wet, slapping noises of their bodies in the bed, “so fucking sweet.” He reaches between himself and Mox. “You wanna come, Mox? You gonna come for me, Jon?”

“For Yuta,” Mox says with a shit eating grin, then throws his head back and comes hard.

“Race ya,” Yuta says to Adam. Matt has no idea which of them wins. He’s too tired.

He feels the devastating emptiness again as Yuta pulls out, but there’s satisfaction behind it this time. There was no tease, just a very satisfying conclusion.

He blinks his eyes open to see Adam, head slumped, braced on his hands. He reaches out and rests his fingertips on the top of his hand. “You okay?” Matt asks.

Adam lifts his head. His face is bright red and sweaty, but his eyes gleam and he smiles. “That was a great idea.”

“Yeah?” Yuta says. “I think your boy’s nails fucked me up now worse than anything in the match.”

Matt winces. “Oh. Sorry. I should have asked.”

“No, I loved it!” Yuta says. “Just.” He smiles a little. “It’s noteworthy, is all.”

“Don’t go falling in love with him,” Mox says, arms folded behind his head. “You’re stuck with me.”

Adam and Yuta clumsily change places to lean down and kiss their respective boyfriends, then get up.

“Getting a towel,” they say at the same time. They pause, staring at each other.

“That was weird,” Yuta says. “I don’t want to do that ever again.”

“Noted,” Adam says.

As they get the towels, Matt turns over on his side to look at Mox. “How ya feeling?”

“Match wise, vibrator wise, or sex wise?”

“Either or or.”

Mox sighs. “Good. I won, so that’s better.”

Matt pokes his arm. “You’re lucky I don’t slap that burn I gave you.”

“I’d pay to see you try.”

 Matt is pretty sure he’s about to get into a come-covered slap fight with none other than Jon Moxley, but then Yuta and Hangman come back with damp towels and he’s too focused on Adam’s smile to do anything else.

“So,” Adam says, finishing up and tossing the towel back into the bathroom. “We should do that again sometime.”

Yuta nods. “Maybe after we destroy you guys at Blood and Guts.”

Matt freezes. “I’m sorry, what?”

“You know that’s coming,” Mox says. He’s shuffled so he’s leaning against the headboard, legs splayed. Yuta’s sitting by his feet, messing with his phone. “Right? Like, you four are absolutely going to get so pissed about losing you’ll challenge us again.”

“That’s not what I’m surprised about,” Matt says. “If you think we’ll lose after we already know you can’t play fair, you’re stupid. Kenny’s already in the works of getting our secret weapon.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re looking at Kota, big fuckin’ whoop,” Yuta says.

Matt pulls up a video. “You see that? That’s Kenny’s boyfriend shooting a firework into himself. If he’s that crazy on a good day, how do you think he’s going to treat you after all that’s gone done with Don and Takeshita?”

Yuta, briefly, looks concerned. “Oh.”

Adam laughs. “Yeah, okay, we’ll kill each other later. Can’t we all just bathe in the afterglow without talking work?”

“No!” Mox, Yuta, and Matt say.

Adam groans and rolls off the bed onto the floor. “I’m fucking three of the same person,” he groans.

“Are not!” Matt yells back. “I’m prettier.”

~

Mini Playlist: Moon - The Cab Inside of You - Hoobastank Desire - Meg Myers Like an Animal - The Donnas

#HangMox #HangMatt #MattYuta #MoxYuta #HERE I WROTE THIS I'M SORRY #in which Sara writes #wtf I like wrestling now??? #anxious millennial dreamboat #Matt Attrackson #madly in love with leather daddy jon moxley #So many blorbos in one fic so many blorbos on each others' dicks #Anyway #I need to go to bed I am out of control

[literalfuckingfreak]

is there a way to explain my thought process as a person w low empathy without sounding absolutely batshit insane or just like an asshole.

[marmotsomsierost]

I have been sick since fuckin. What day. The fuckin 16th of december is when this bullshit started. It is JANUARY FUCKIN FIFTH. That saturday i woke up, coughed (not super unusual with this persistent stupid postnasal drip crap) so hard i puked all of the little i had in my stomach out (super unusual) and had a scratchy throat for the rest of the day. Didn't think anything of it. Was feeling kind of but not really better towards evening. Then, decorating the tree, cough drop in mouth, i go to fling a string of lights up and inhale said cough drop, which lodges just below my thyroid.

I do not die. The dog and the husband are not convinced. I use actual words to mention the not dying thing. They are...slightly more convinced.

Sunday i wake up with sensation in throat, not like pain, not raw, just like...there's something there that isn't normally there. Have minor cough and very raspy voice. Sinuses mostly clear. I wake up on the 20th and have literally no voice. I need my voice to be able to triage people. I call out sick. I go back the next day, it's fine. Still little cough, mostly clear sinuses, just suddenly a tenor. This continues until the 25th.

Dinner on christmas i find annoying to eat. It's like my throat has decided it's full and the stomach goes 'eh okay sure let's stop' in weird agreement. I go to work the next day.

I have turned into the crotchety old man you never see out of scooterdress with snus in his lip and a suspicious possibly-sentient coffee mug in one hand and the other hand tucked into the front of his bibbed pants. Basically Bjørn Sundquist. Anyway.

I now have a coughing wheezy rasp where by the end of the night i will cough all the air out of my lungs, die, gasp in air, cough that out, die again, then am able to breathe again. Unfortunately not shiny and chrome. Still. I call out the next morning, have a video visit, get some antibiotics and an inhaler, we're good to go right.

Wrong. Turns out pretending really really hard that you don't have a fever does not actually get rid of said fever. I call out again. I'm off work the next three days anyway, that gives me a nice block of time to finish my antibiotics and get back to normal.

There's no tech for the two days before new year's day so when i show up despite sounding like a zombie everyone is all 'oh thank god you're here' and 'we have a tech?? We have TWO TECHS?? Yeah!' But about four hours in i keep getting the concerned face and side-eye of concern and avaunt foul beast from the rest of the ED. The doctor tells me i sound worse than half of the patients. The PA listens to my lungs and says something like 'wow with that cough i figured your lungs would be shit but they're actually really clear'. The loud triage nurse says 'well hell marmot's been coughing for weeks and she's still here' loudly several times in earshot of patients whose chief complaint is 'cough since this morning' and the night shift triage nurse tells the charge nurse that i can stay in the back, he wants to keep the front plague-free.

I almost call out yesterday. I had the phone in my hand but an alert went out that the evening tech called out and wednesday was a shitshow so i was like okay, i'm not that bad, i'll go in.

I should have called out. I have alarms set for when to take the sudafed and the cough medicine and the inhaler because time is fake at the best of times and this ain't the best of times. I survive to the end of the shift. I blow my nose before i leave and my ears pop- the right clears fast, the left clears by the time i get home.

I'm off today. Cough is demonstrably better in frequency if nothing else, even without regular doses of medicine. I get home from dropping samus at the vet (she's fine) and blow my nose again, and ears pop. Left ear won't clear. It doesn't hurt but it is driving me absolutely batshit insane. It's like juuuust on the edge of fucking with my equilibrium. I've tried gum. Decongestant. Antihistamines. Soak in hot bath in our dwarf-ass tub as best i can. Am about to try broiling in a shower.

I'm so tired of this crap. Where is bones with a magic lung-fixing ear-clearing pill when you need him.

[imagination-confusion]

I just had an idea for a Warrior Cats fanfiction.

In a world of Warriors, Bumblestar, the leader of Sunclan, welcomes a pregnant rogue she-cat named Bug into the camp. Bug and the deputy, Coyotesnap hate each other.

Bug made it clear that she and her kits are leaving the clan as soon as her kits can safely leave. However, when the medicine cat delivers a prophecy, it suddenly becomes a problem. The situation shifts to: "Hey, umm… we've changed our mind. Give us your children so they can save our religion."

The story is just following Bug and Moth and their kits as they just try and escape the lands and just being followed by these guys hellbent on trying to fulfill this prophecy that sounds batshit insane.

Bug and Moth are like real icons and just trying to be good parents and trying to provide what's best for their family and getting away from this absolute nonsense. Moth takes one of lives of Bumblestar when he finally confronts them.

Dunno what happens next, haven't gone that far yet.

Here's like a passage I made for the story on the whim.

___

The night was shrouded in darkness as Bug shifted restlessly in her makeshift nest of leaves and moss. Sleep had eluded her, her senses on high alert in the unfamiliar territory they had sought refuge in. A rustling of leaves and the distant sound of approaching paws snapped her into full awareness.

Coyotesnap's voice, carried by the wind, reached her ears, accompanied by the thudding of multiple sets of footsteps. Bug's heart raced as she sat up, her instincts screaming at her to flee. She pressed her ear against the ground, hoping to discern their direction.

The sound grew louder, the realization that the clan's pursuit was drawing near forcing Bug into action. She turned to Moth, her voice urgent. "Moth, we need to move. Now!"

Moth with his eyes wide with concern nodded as he gathered their kits close. They moved swiftly through the undergrowth, their steps cautious as they snuck away. The distant voices of Sunclan warriors grew louder, urging them to push on.

As they ran, Bug's heart pounded in her chest, the terror of being caught urging her forward. The scent of the clan's trackers grew stronger, they were closing in. Just as the sounds of pursuit seemed to echo all around them, Bug spotted a dilapidated barn in the distance.

Without hesitation, Bug led her family to the shelter of the barn, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She pushed open the creaky door, revealing a dim interior filled with bales of hay. With a sense of urgency, they slipped inside, their scents masked by the musty smell of the barn.

Bug and Moth huddled close with their kits, the tension in the air almost suffocating. They listened as the sounds of pursuit drew nearer, the thudding footsteps and hushed voices echoing through the night. The adrenaline coursing through Bug's veins was matched only by her determination to keep her family safe.

The sound of Sunclan's warriors reached a crescendo, and Bug's heart raced as she imagined them closing in on their hiding spot. She pressed her muzzle against Moth's fur, her voice a whisper. Urging her family to stay quiet.

They held their breath as the sounds of footsteps and voices seemed to surround the barn. Bug's ears strained, her heart pounding in her chest, willing the clan cats to move on and leave them in peace.

After what felt like an eternity, the sounds began to recede, the thudding footsteps growing fainter with each passing moment. Bug's grip on her kits tightened, her body still tense with anticipation. It wasn't until the night grew still and silent that she dared to let out a sigh of relief.

"They're gone," Moth's voice was a mix of relief and exhaustion, his body sagging against Bug's.

Bug nodded, her heart slowly returning to a more steady rhythm. She gazed down at her kits, their eyes wide with fear.

"We'll stay here for now," Bug murmured, her voice a soothing lullaby to her kits. "When the time is right, we'll find a new and safe place."

As the moon cast its gentle glow through the cracks in the barn, Bug, Moth, and their kits huddled together in the hay. Bug finally finding rest in knowing her family is safe for the time being.

Unaware of the turmoil and trouble within Sunclan causing a crack to show in it's once prosperous unity and peace.

#ramblings #kit makes text posts #fanfiction idea #warrior cats ocs #warrior cats

[misteria247]

Okay so for those who have been around for awhile y'all remember that one post where I'd said that Kagome and Ataru would probably be besties due to them having supernatural/paranormal love interests???

Well let's make this a bit more comedic. Kagome and Ataru are childhood friends, pretty close and all that jazz when the aliens invade Earth and Kagome seeing it bits and pieces of the game of tag only catches glimpses of her friend Ataru's desperate attempts at trying to catch Lum and she sees that he'd won however Kagome doesn't see the part where Ataru and Lum get accidentally engaged. Fast forward to Kagome's birthday and she falls down the well and ends up reawakening the half demon Inuyasha by accident and ends up having to go on her adventure to get the Shikon jewel shards back. She comes back to her time and finds out that Ataru's been looking for her, worried about her and he has no idea about the feudal time traveling. So here you have Ataru who's now surrounded by aliens and who's engaged to one and Kagome who's surrounded by demons and is in a relationship of sorts with one and neither of them have no idea how to tell the other about their strange life turning events without sounding like they're both batshit nuts so they do the only reasonable thing any teenager would do.

They keep these new little details a secret from one another in the hopes of sparing the other from the absolute insanity that is suddenly their lives. And with this choice comes shenanigans to the highest degree. Like I'm talking like-

Kagome and Ataru hanging out and just vibing and Kagome catches sight of Inuyasha who's just marching his way over towards them, already going for his sword and Kagome in her blind panic shouts:

"SIT BOY-!"

Que Inuyasha falling flat on his face and out of sight while Ataru looks around confused as all hell and startled by Kagome's shout. Kagome brushes his confusion off and reassures him that everything is fine while trying to distract Ataru from seeing the half demon who's currently kissing the ground from the impact of his fall.

Or Ataru invites Kagome to go out for a day of fun and he catches sight of Lum who's zooming towards them, readying her lightening strike and Ataru startled quickly shouts:

"WHAT'S THAT OVER THERE?!?"

Making Kagome turn her head in the opposite direction and missing Lum who shocks Ataru before Ataru yanks her down into a bush or something, out of Kagome's sight when she turns back around confused and baffled when she sees the sparks coming off of Ataru who much like Kagome assures her that everything's fine. This continues on for quite sometime, the two friends barely managing to spare the other from the insanity. Going to great heights to keep their double lives a secret. And then the inevitable happens, the cat is let out of the bag but in the most simple way possible.

They end up running into one another in a store.

Kagome with Inuyasha to get him some ramen for them to share on their next trip into the well and Ataru with Lum to get some snacks to share for one of their dates. The two friends turn into the same aisle and immediately stop dead in their tracks cuz fuck their friend is literally right there and they're with their supernatural/paranormal love interest oh shit. And Kagome and Ataru panic for a brief moment until their gazes land on the other's partner. Kagome noting Lum's horns, fangs and outfit, Ataru noting Inuyasha's fangs, hat and outfit. They both process this and instantly they're both like:

"HEY WAIT A DAMN MINUTE-"

In the end Kagome and Ataru are like this:

While Inuyasha and Lum are just completely lost on what is actually happening currently lol.

#oli talks #ooc #muns ramblings #mindless ramblings of a madman #shitpost #extreme shitpost #not my meme #Inuyasha #inuyasha: a feudal fairytale #inuyasha: the final act #inuyasha anime #inuyasha manga #urusei yatsura #uy #urusei yatsura anime #uy anime #urusei yatsura manga #uy manga #urusei yatsura all stars #uy allstars #Kagome Higurashi #Higurashi Kagome #Ataru Moroboshi #Moroboshi Ataru #Lum #Lum the Invader #Invader Lum #Inukag #Atalum #au I guess? idk I just thought it'd be funny lol