#god I fuckin love wwe
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Jeff Hardy x reader where he finds someone who is extreme just like him
2 EXTREME 4 the EXTREME
The crowd was silent, buzzing with anticipation. Y/N could hear a scream of their name over the barricade, a hand coming out in front of them from the spot on the cold, concrete floor. Their opponent was laid out on the flattened announcers’ table, a referee screaming out to the count of ten from all the way inside the ring. Y/N squeezed their eyes shut, the taste of blood filling their mouth, the thick liquid dripping down from a forehead wound in reminder of the injuries they faced from the past actions of throwing the other person and themselves through the now broken table placed inside one of the ring's corners. The ref was at 7 now. Their eyes shut again, lids crinkling in force.
“Come on. Gotta get up, come on.” Y/N whispered to themselves but their body still refused to move. The plush, red barricade behind them rattled as fans hit against it in a way to show their love. It seemed to be even brighter when they opened their eyes once again, the stadium cheering a little louder while they stumbled to their feet. They looked down at their opponent as the ref counted to 8 before turning to face the ring and lazily diving under the bottom rope and coming back out again, forcing the ref to restart his count.
“ONE!” Y/N fell onto their knees, pulling the fabric on the sides of the ring up, pulling out the only table remaining. The crowd yelled, Y/N’s own adrenaline meshing with theirs.
“TWO!” The ref moved to face the announcers table, now only speaking to one instead of both wrestlers. They pushed the table into the ring, looking back over to their rival who seemed to finally be waking. A sigh left their mouth, moving quickly to set up the flimsy piece of wood, before finally taking a few lung-filling breaths.
“THREE!” They continued in simply breathing, before becoming sick of waiting and turned to their combatant, watching as JR tried bad mouthing them back into the ring.
“Come on!” Their opponents attention was ripped away from JR and now moved to the form standing in the ring. “You fuckin scared now? Come on, get in the goddamn ring!” The ref only reached five before they jumped back into the ring and ran right into a suplex, Y/N throwing their body through the second table.
“ONE, TWO, THREE!” The crowd counted along with the ref and erupted into cheers as Y/N jumped up, celebrating their victory before limping over to the ramp trying not to look too injured. The curtain into the gorilla was pulled back, revealing whoevers match was next and plenty of staff, along with Lita who had been waiting for Y/N’s match to finish. Lita rushed over to the exhausted superstar with an icepack, much more concerned for their well being than they seemed to be.
“Oh my god, I love you so much, Lita.” Y/N let their gratitude be known as they took the ice pack and sat in an uncomfortable steel chair in order to hold it against their back.
“I really don’t know how you do all of this stuff, like I get that its fun to jump around every once in a while, but every single second of every single match? Really, Y/N, I don’t think you’ll be able to bend over by the time you’re thirty!” It was nice to have someone worried, but Y/N wasn’t really listening to Lita as their frustration grew, the chair causing the ice pack to keep sliding down their back. Instead of holding it up, they flopped onto the ground, the icepack perfectly on their lower back.
“Get off the goddamn floor! God, I love you but no wonder why Matt’s always so stressed all the time,” Y/N was new to WWE, recently coming from Big Japan Wrestling, known for their extreme antics that even stuck out in a very extreme company. Now, in a much bigger company with fewer high-flyers and risk takers, it was easy to gain attention from the fans and the love of the only other person in the women's division with a somewhat similar style.
“That boyfriend of yours? What the hells he got to do with me?” Although they got along very well with Lita, Y/N didn’t really talk to very many other people so they weren’t too familiar with the Hardyz.
“You totally act like Jeff! And don’t say you don’t know who that is cause I see you staring at him all the time.”
“That's definitely not true at all.” Before Lita could argue back to the obvious lie, Y/N made her concentrate on something else. “Speaking of, here comes your boy.” Lita rolled her eyes but turned around.
“Lita, I would really appreciate it if you would tell Jeff that there is no need for him to do a Swanton tonight and then another one off a goddamn ladder on Heat.” Matt spoke with a tension filled tone in his voice while he pointed back to the younger man behind him who scoffed at the accusation.
“Jeff, you should not do that.” Lita repeated what he had definitely already heard, Matt turning to face him with an “i-told-you-so” expression.
“Personally, I think that’d be pretty sick.” Y/N spoke, looking up at the brothers from their spot on the floor. Lita looked down with the look a scolding mother would give, Jeff breaking out into a grin at their agreement.
“Why are you on the floor, Y/N?” Matt asked in confusion.
“Cause my back hurts.” They spoke as if it were obvious with a shrug.
“I told you it works.” Jeff spoke from his brother's side, earning a very hard side-eye. “I’m Jeff by the way. I watched your match, it was really great! Y’know, I was thinking, um, we’ve got a pretty similar style, would you maybe wanna bounce some ideas off of each other or something?” Jeff’s grin widened at the sight of Y/N’s as they bashfully took his praise.
“Well, I think I’ve got a concussion right now, but in the future, I think that would be very nice.”
“You weren’t looking at him, huh?” Lita interrupted the pair moment, her eyebrows raised in amusement.
“Shut up, Lita!”
put in the work, put in the hours and take whats ours 💪💪 this took way too long but I’m actually pretty happy with this😁 Jeff’s return def gave me some hope 🙏 mostly gender-neutral but I did make a refrence to Y/N being on the womens roster
in my mind Lita and Matt are extreme but Y/N and Jeff are just battshit crazy also i couldn’t help but make lita and matt in love I just watched the episode where he first kisses her i love them so much
#jeff hardy imagine#jeff hardy x reader#jeff hardy‼️‼️#put in that little heat refrence for rita love u <3#wwe#wwf#lita#i love her#so much#jeff hardy#wwe smackdown#LIV writes;*!
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Lights, Camera, Action! Pt. 4
Lights, Camera, Action!
Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Shantell)
Roman x Black Female OC! Tangela
Solo x Black Female OC! Sofia
Jimmy x Trin
Rating: 18+
Warning: Smut; oral, sex, fluff, defloration (Virginity) masturbation
Words: 6,275
Summary: How do you keep it together as Smackdown’s production director and navigate your life as the girlfriend of Mr. Main Event Jey Uso. Follow Shantell as she navigates her life as a girlfriend, sister, and confidant to the bloodline. Follow her on her journey to self-discovery of love and happiness.
Smackdown
Shantell’s POV
Walking into the building felt weird without Jey, I felt like a part of me was missing. I missed him, but he made a choice, and I made mine. Sitting in catering trying to put something on my stomach, I looked good on the outside but on the inside, I was dying. I stayed with Solo and Sofia for a few days trying to get my head on straight before we had to return to work. I was brought out of my thoughts by a voice I didn’t need to hear.
“Jey! I’m going to love it here on the Smackdown,” Taraji says leaning her head on Jey’s arm, walking into catering. He looks uncomfortable but he’s not pushing her away.
“This can’t be real, God hates me,” I groan to myself looking at this bitch hanging all over him like a cheap ass suit. Ok, she wants to put on a show to let everyone know he’s with her. Take a deep breath Shan and play it cool. Damn, he couldn’t even wait for the so-called month time frame he had. Yea, you really meant a lot to him Shan.
My eyes lock with his as he pushes Taraji off of him, “Yea, I done seen yo ass, muthafucka,” I mutter under my breath, shaking my head at the hot ass mess in front of me. I could hear the frustration in his voice. “Man, why don’t you go get ready for the show,” Jey hissed as a disappointed look shot across her face.
“Fine, I know you just want to talk to her, so I’ll leave you be for now.” “Leave Taraji,” he says with an exhausted sigh. “You need to really cut the string; we’re a family now,” Taraji says giving him a kiss on the cheek. Before he could register what happened she was gone, but not before shooting me a smirk. I could see him taking deep breaths as he approached me. Yea, time to go. I ain’t got time for this today.
“Baby, I been calling you nonstop these past few days. I’m sorry she’s here, “he says sadly following me to the trashcan.
Baby? Did he really just say that? Like he really didn’t just walk in here with that wish version of a WWE Diva on his arm. “Shan, I didn’t want her here. They transferred her and I didn’t ask for it,” Jey says trying to grab my hand as I backed away from him. “Nah, you good. Paul gave me the heads up, so I prepared myself,” I say looking down avoiding his gaze. “Baby, look at me,” he whispers walking closer to me. “My name’s Shantell, not baby. You lost the right to call me that,” I said deathly calm, walking away from his stunned face.
Jey’s POV
I know damn well she just didn’t walk away like I’m not trying to talk to her? She wouldn’t even look at me. “Shan,” I lightly call to her as she’s walking fast. “Shantell, really… This what we gon’ do now!” I said raising my voice a little, walking behind her as few people are staring. I’m trying to catch up to her, but playing it cool.
“I have nothing to say. Yo, ass said plenty the other day. Then today walking in here with her on your arm. I’m following your lead,” she says casually walking into her office, slamming the door in my face.
I jumped back slightly as the door almost met my nose. Staring at the door in shock, I didn’t know what to do. I take a breath trying to calm myself because I knew deep down, I deserved it.
I see Trin and my brother approaching, and I try to put my tough guy façade back on. “Josh, give her some room to fuckin’ breathe, damn!” Trin exclaims as she pushes me aside, going into Shan’s office, as I'm met with another door being slammed in my face.
Bro, let’s take a walk, and get ready for the show,” Jimmy says steering me away from the door.
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Shantell’s office
“I gotta get myself together,” I whisper as Trin watches me pace back in forth. “Come sit down,” she says patting the spot next to her on the couch. As I sit down, she takes her hand in mine. “I can’t imagine what you’re feeling, but what do we always say,” she asks locking our fingers together.
“Keep business and personal separate because nothing is worth fumbling your bag,” I say as she nods her head. I wish this was that simple though.
“Trin, I just wanna cry,” I whisper feeling the tears about to start flowing. She pulls me into a hug. “Then cry Shan, it’s ok to feel,” she encourages as I feel like my heart is about to explode as I silently weep against my best friend.
“Sis, give that shit some sound, you hurt. You gotta let it out,” she says rubbing my back. Finally, a strained painful scream rang out from inside me as I felt her hug me tighter as I cried. “I got you. You hear me? Shan, we all got you.” Trin whispers holding me close as I nod in understanding trying to control my tears. We stayed this way for a bit until we heard a small knock at the door.
“Ya’ll ok in here?” Joe asks coming in with Solo behind him. “Yea, she’ll be ok,” Trin answers as I got up to clean my face as she wiped her own tears that had fallen.
“I’m good ya’ll,” I say cleaning my face as Tamina walks in. “Hey, it’s a family reunion,” she says smiling coming over to hug me trying to break the tension.
"Why you here, Uce? Not that I’m complaining,” Solo says going over to hug her as Joe is observing everyone smiling. “Well, Paul is going to add me in the bloodline storyline with you guys. No clue though as to which side I’m choosing though,” she says smiling excited to be back at work.
“You’re going to be on Jey’s, but you’re going to travel with me. Paul got Jey a bus of his own so Taraji, Jimmy, and Trin will travel together. Shan, Solo, and you are going to be with me,” Joe says smiling having worked out the conflict with his boss
“Joe, you didn’t have to do that, I was going to ride with Nattie, and T.J.,” I say looking at him smiling sadly. “Nope, not happening babygirl. You stuck with us now,” he says hugging me. I had them but one person was missing. How do you mend a broken heart?
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Smackdown
Trin’s POV
See this bitch here gon’ make me loss my job and I just got it back. I‘m looking at the monitor with Shan as Taraji is interviewing Jey and this bitch is so thirtsy.
“So, Jey any final words for Roman as you are getting ready to head into your match in a few weeks,” Taraji smiles leaning up against him slightly, touching his arm as he tries to ignore her.
“Yea, it’s lockdown!” He shouts as he’s trying to shift his focus back to his promo. “Text Jimmy and tell him to calm Jey down, be a focus point for him,” Shan says without even breaking her concentration on directing the segment.
Jimmy was down there with Jey, but out of camera view as he was injured via the storyline. He’s always right there supporting his brother even if at this moment, I felt he didn’t deserve it. He did Shantell wrong. “I told him, Shan,” I say watching how this was going to unfold.
“Reel him in Jimmy, encourage him,” I hear Shan whispering to herself. After everything she’s still looking out for him. “Camera five zoom out, pace yourself, then zoom back in, Jey is about to hit that gear,” Shan says into her headset.
“How do you know that?” I asked her looking at the monitors, trying to see if it was actually going to happen. Almost like clockwork Jey’s face changed after I caught his eyes moving slightly to where Jimmy was, then quickly back to looking in the camera.
“You hurt my brother! Now! I hurt you where it hurts! Roman Reigns, you looking at the New Undisputed Heavyweight Champion of the world! The Real Chief! Jey Uso! “Jey yells before going back into his cool hard looking stance with his intense stare into the camera.
“We’re out in 5,4,3,2,1!” Shan says leaning back in her chair now smiling at me. “To answer your question, I know him. I can read people and feel what they may do, and I just go with it,” she says smiling even bigger. I loved watching her in her element, she thrived, and nobody does it better. Hopefully, we can make it to SummerSlam without any more setbacks.
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Shantell’s POV
The show went great, and I couldn’t wait to get to my room, shower and go to bed. “I can’t catch a break, I swear, “I mumble to myself as I see Taraji having a conversation with Mike our doctor and trainer hired by WWE.
“Taraji, now you’ve been saying you’re pregnant, I need the paperwork. We have to do our own blood panel and tests to have on file just in case,” he says in a firm voice looking irritated at her. “Why you need all that,” Taraji asks looking around locking eyes with me.
“Now, I don’t know how they handled this over there on Raw, but here we don’t just take ultrasound pictures as proof,” Mike said talking firm and unwavering to her.
“Look I’m under a lot of stress, can you hold off until after SummerSlam, I promise I will do the panel,” she says smiling innocently. “Ok, but after that, I’m going to Paul to let him know you’re refusing to give proof,” Mike says stalking off to his car.
“Why you stalkin’ me?” Taraji says in my direction. “Well, I work here. As matter a of fact I worked here first so I could ask you the same thing,” I respond smirking. “You so pressed about this baby, aren’t you?" Taraji gloats as I sigh rolling my eyes at her.
“If thinking that makes you feel better, have at it. You just make sure you give Mike that panel. Apparently, WWE‘s been asking you for months about it,” I say smiling walking past her to the bus.
“What the hell did she want?” Solo asks taking my bags, staring at Taraji as she plasters a smile on her face, waving at him. “She wanted to rub it in, what else is new, and Mike was questioning her about doing some tests,” I say heading to my bunk. I pray these next four weeks go by fast as I prepare for bed.
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SummerSlam Eve
Jey’s POV
“I’m going over?” I asked again as Paul was explaining to me what they were leaning toward so far. I wanted to get excited but something, better yet someone was missing. I can’t count how many times over the last month I've walked by Gorilla staring at Shantell.
Tonight, it took everything in me to not just take her in my arms, or steal a kiss like I use to do before going to perform. Taraji is on my ass like glue, and that's already getting old. SummerSlam is tomorrow and I should be happy but my argument with Taraji before Smackdown tonight is nagging in my brain.
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“I want to go see my child Taraji, I've never been to a doctor's appointment with you, ” I say as we were eating in the catering.
“No, I want to go alone this time, I got some things to discuss with my doctor,” she says avoiding my eyes.
“I’ll step out if it’s something you don’t want me to know about your health, but that’s my child. I would like to be there for the checkup, hear his or her heartbeat, stuff like that,” I say nicely trying to not lose my cool.
“I think you trying to pick a fight,” Taraji says getting up and smoothing her dress down. "I’ll get you a recording doll, maybe the next appointment you can come,” she says kissing me on the cheek before leaving to get ready for the show.
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“Jey, You good?” Paul asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Sorry, I zoned for a minute; I can’t thank ya’ll enough,” I say honestly.
“Well, it is well deserved. Have fun and soak it all in,” Paul says slapping me on the shoulder before leaving the room, leaving me in my thoughts.
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Joe’s Bus
Joe’s POV
“Ya’ll still up? It’s 3.a.m.,” I say looking at my phone going to sit beside my wife.
“We’re almost done baby,” she says giving me a kiss.
After Smackdown, Shan, Sofia, and Tangela offered to help Tamina make some Leis for tomorrow. I love our culture and how the women in our lives embrace it. Here they are sitting on this bus working in the middle of the night trying to ensure our day is special tomorrow.
“Yea, we are almost done, thank ya’ll so much. These are hard to do alone when you have a lot to do,” Tamina says smiling at how things were coming together.
“You know it’s no problem,” Shan says reassuring her that they didn’t mind. “Joe, get some rest and let us work,” Tangela says smiling at me. “Yea, Solo already back there calling the hogs,” Sofia says as we all laugh listening to his light tired snoring.
“Fine, I’m going,” I say snapping a quick picture of them at work before returning to bed wanting to document the moment. As their friendly tried chatter filled the bus.
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SummerSlam!
Joe's Bus
“Girl, you ok in there?” Tamina asked knocking on the bathroom door.
“I’m good, probably something I ate,” I say as the next wave of nauseous hits me again as I finish emptying the contents of my stomach.
“Get it together, it’s a big day today,” I say to myself finally feeling a little better. I washed my hands and brushed my teeth.
“You sure you’re, ok?” Tamina asks while packaging up the guy’s individual Leis in boxes. “I’m sure, here I almost forgot to give you this,” I say handing her the small card as she puts it inside Jey’s box smiling at me.
As we made our journey into the building, we saw Jey and Jimmy in catering. “I’m gonna go find my production crew. I’ll catch you later,” I tell her before walking off giving the guys a small wave as Jey seems shocked but recovers quickly and waves back. I went and hid close by to catch Jey’s reaction to his gift.
“Guys, I have a special delivery,” Tamina says giving them their boxes.
“Aww, thank you,” Jey says embracing her. “You always tackling these things by yourself to make sure we look good,” he praises. “Well, I had some help with all these bad boys this time. The girls helped me last night,” she says proud to show off the work they all put in last night.
I see Jey’s face perks up at the revelation. “Shan helped make these,” he asks lightly picking his up and placing it over his head. “Yea, she did, and so did Tang and Sofia. This one Shan made personally for you,” she says sharing a knowing smile with Jimmy.
"I love mine," Jimmy says admiring his. I walked away with a small smile seeing Jey with the Lei around his neck grinning from ear to ear. It almost felt like he would be taking a little piece of me in the ring tonight with him. I went off to change into my dress for the show.
Jey’s POV
“Bro, I see a card,” Jimmy says pointing to the card that had fallen to the bottom of the box.
“Tonight, is your night, go show them what you’re made of, and always remember you belong here. Josh, enjoy this moment, Shantell.” Speechless I passed the note to Jimmy who looked at me with a smile. “Bro, go talk to her,” he encourages as I shake my head.
“I will after the show. I got to get ready now, it’s almost show time,” I say leaving them at the table. As I’m heading down the hall, I see Trin and Shantell engrossed in a conversation I know I shouldn’t listen, but I can’t help it.
“Come out with us, dance, do a lil karoke and enjoy yourself Shan,” Trin begs as Shan rolls her eyes. “No, I’m going to check into my room and get some rest in a real bed,” Shan says as Trin pouts.
“I’m going to convince you, the night is young and that dress you have on deserves to hit somebody dance floor,” Trins says confidently. Trin was right she looked more gorgeous than usual and for that I could take her right then and there.
“Girl, I gotta go help them set up these cameras,” Shan says ignoring Trin’s comment about her dress.
“Excuse me, ladies,” I say not believing I’m doing this now. “Hey, Ucey,” Trin smiles trying to break the ice as I laugh. Shan is looking a little unsure, but at least she’s looking at me. That’s a step in the right direction and I will take it gladly.
“Can I talk to you, Shantell?" I asked figuring I had nothing else to lose. Today was the first time in a month that there had been a positive interaction between us, as she had been avoiding me.
“Umm, I guess I can spare a few minutes,” she says wringing her hands together.
“I’ll leave you guys to it, but I won’t be far,” Trin says leaving us alone.
“I loved my gift,” I told her smiling as I saw a little smile escape her lips. “I’m glad, I’ll always wish the best for you, Josh,” she says as I feel her eyes piercing my soul. At this moment it’s just me and her. I’m a fucking idiot to have let her go.
"Josh! Why are you alone with her!" Taraji shouts, stepping in front of me, pushing Shan back against the wall.
Aye, what you doin’!” I yelled moving towards Shan to check on her but ended up catching her instead as she was trying to get past me to get to Taraji.
“You gon’ stop playing with me like you crazy, ho!” Shan explodes as I’m pulling her back, walking her away from Taraji, with my arms firmly around her waist, walking her forward.
“Come on Shan, she’s pregnant,” I say trying to de-escalate the situation. “Her fuckin face ain’t pregnant,” she screams as Taraji is standing there smirking “Yea, go ahead and get fired then,” she says gloating as I push Shan into her office slamming the door.
I'm glad nobody was in the hall. I didn’t want Shantell to get in trouble, she had too much to lose. “Calm down Shantell, don’t let her get to you baby,” I say trying to calm her down.
Shantell’s POV
Get to me! The question is has she got to you! I shouted, and the shocked and appalled look on his face made me madder. “Shan, baby,” he says walking towards me. I cut him off with a question I knew would ignite the flame within us both. “You fuckin' her?” I angrily accuse as he grabs me bringing me closer to him. “Come on, you know it ain’t like that!” He shouts meeting my anger that’s rising by the second.
“How do I know!?” I screamed at him as I saw his face contorting in anger. “Because I fuckin' love you, not her!” he yells as I Iet out a sarcastic laugh. “Really, well I hate you," I say unfeeling, staring a hole through him. “You don’t mean that baby,” he says barely above a whisper, I see the hurt in his eyes from my words.
I didn’t care about his feelings at the moment, he put us in this situation. “I hate what you did to us! What you let them do to us! I hate you!” I yelled in frustration pushing him up against the wall gripping his Real Chief t-shirt, taking him in a passionate kiss as we began clawing at each other desperate to get closer.
Four weeks of frustration is pouring out of us both as he picks me up by my thighs as I wrap them around him pulling him closer.
“I hate you,” I moan as he’s sucking on my neck moving us to my desk, swiping my papers to the floor. “Too bad, I love you; he responds reaching under my dress, ripping my underwear off as I lowered his sweatpants enough to release him.
“I still hate you,” I pant against his ear as he grabs me by my throat, taking me in a rough sensual kiss as I whimper against his lips.
“You hate me, huh?” he taunts entering me swiftly and hard without warning. “Jey!” I exclaimed at the feeling of being one with him again “You mine,” he growled against my neck as I whimpered at his declaration.
His possessive words and growls are making it hard to even comprehend a single thought. “Everybody gon' know you mine," he groans as he continues his assault on my neck.
I faintly heard the door open, as I turned and lock eyes with Taraji. She’s glued to where she’s standing in shock as Jey is fucking me senselessly on my desk. I can’t help but smirk at her marking my territory, as I turned and took him a passionate kiss.
Gasping as he’s thrusting deeper inside me, he groans pulling me closer, my eyes never leaving his. “You don’t get to hate me, I love you,” he moans, his deep voice loud and clear as his eyes sparkled with love and vulnerability.
Guess it was too much for her to take, by the time I looked over again she had left. I moaned against his lips as his thrusts became harder. “Jey,” I groaned as he smacks my ass. “Don’t fuckin’ play wit me Shan,” he moans leaning us back further on my desk as my legs wrapped around him tighter. "Say…….My…….Name," he growls, taking me harder and deeper with each thrust. “Josh! Don’t stop,” I cry as I feel overwhelmed being in his arms again.
“Damn right it’s Josh,” he moans speeding up his thrusts, sucking on my neck. I raked my nails down his back, causing him to wince. “Yo lil girlfriend just left, she saw you fucking me,” I whimper against his ear.
“I'm gonna fuck your back up, so every time she sees you tonight, she going to know you belong to me. His thrusts became more wilder as I continued talking my shit. “When you walk out there tonight, the world gonna see you belong to me.” He groaned at my word, placing his hand around my throat, taking me in a possessive kiss.
Jey’s POV
“Fuck me up then, I ain’t got shit to hide. You mine, and I’m yours,” I growled against her mouth throwing one of her legs over my shoulders thrusting her harder down on my dick as she’s meeting my thrusts and scratching deeply at my back.
“I can’t tell, you with another bitch. Prove it to me,” she challenged, almost setting my soul on fire as I continued to revel in the feeling of being inside her again "Fuck, Shan!" I shout as her pussy tightens around my dick.
“Mmhmm, you missed me huh?” Shan taunted me as we both are fighting for control of the situation. “You know I missed you. You still hate me?” I taunted her back as the sounds of flesh slapping could be heard throughout the room.
“I know that pussy missed me, she talking to me, creamin' all on my dick” I moan as I see her biting her lip trying not to agree with me. “This pussy mine, you hear me?” I growl feeling how wet she is, I know I ain’t lasting much longer.
“Nah, this my dick. When you fuck her, you gon' have to imagine it’s me to even get that shit hard." She taunts me as I’m losing control at her truthful words. “When you inside her, it’s going to be my face you always see,” she whispers with conviction against my ear as I shiver against her as she’s swirling her hips back harder on my dick.
“Tell me you love me,” I whisper as her steamy gaze meets mine, making me weaker by the second. “No,” she moaned shaking her head, looking down, unable to look at me and lie. I grabbed her neck bringing her mouth back to mine, as well as her gaze kissing her senseless, never abandoning my strokes.
“No? Well, look me in the eye and tell me you don’t love me then,” I demand as she tries to look away again, but I stop her from hiding. I feel overwhelmed, pleading with my eyes for her to tell me there was still hope. I needed to hear her say she loved me, more than I needed air to breathe.
Shantell’s POV
His eyes were desperate and teary-eyed, I couldn’t deny it or him if I wanted to. “I love you,” I whisper barely holding it together. “Say it again, louder” he demands as a lone tear fell from his eyes. “I love you, Josh!” I cried out as we rode the wave of ecstasy together holding each other tight.
"I love you too, “he says gently kissing me before laying his head against my chest. Holding me closer as I ran my fingers through his hair. “What are you doing?" I whisper as he smiles against me, never missing a beat “Memorizing your heartbeat,” he whispers as I take a deep breath trying to not fall apart.
No words were spoken as we finally dressed in silence, I can’t believe what I allowed to happen and at work no less. “Josh,” I start as he closes the distance between us and kisses me. “We don’t have to talk about it now,” he says hugging me. “We can’t ignore this,” I say hugging him tight as we blocked out the real world for a few minutes.
SummerSlam Main Event
Shantell's POV
"Hard camera it’s your shot!" I scream getting amped up as Micheal Coles's voice overtakes my headset. “Tamina just hit Roman with a steel chair!!” he screams.
"Shit! She swung for the fences," Paul exclaims as I nodded in agreement. “Come on, bro! “Jimmy screams off to the side of us looking at the monitor with Trin.
“Camera two and camera five let’s move, I want to toggle between you guys and hard camera one," I say looking at the monitors hoping the outcome I wished for was about to come true.
“Got you Shan, this is crazy,” Stu says moving his position taking in the moment as well.
“Jey Uso with the cover!
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2!
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Jey, has done it!” Micheal Coles screams as the crowd explodes.
Trying to control my emotions I hit another gear of focus. “Truck production I need a replay of camera twelve’s view of the crowd exploding at the three count,” I advise as I take a deep breath taking in the moment as Jey is holding the title in shock but overcome with emotion as he hugs Tamina.
"Hell yea!" Jimmy screams running over to hug me, as I smile trying to hold back my tears as we embraced. Stephanie McMahon’s voice brought me back to my job "Can we get a shot of Jey’s family, Shan?" she asks with a smile as I begin looking for them. “I got you Steph,” I say finally finding his mom.
“Camera nine I need a shot of Jey’s mom,” I say as they pan and there front row is Taraji and his mom. Ok, that stung, but I got to maintain being professional. My thoughts at the moment didn’t matter, this was business. I see Jey go to his mom as Taraji inserts herself into the hug and kisses him. At first, he’s in shock but he finally returns the kiss. “What in the hell,” I whisper to myself as I take in the scene. “You ok?” Paul asks as I smile at him. “Surprisingly, yea, I am,” I answer honestly.
“Shit,” Paul groans as Jey is now heading back to Gorilla with Taraji. “Paul, I’m good, “I assure him still smiling. “We’re out in 5,4,3,2,1,” I call into my headset. As they come through Gorilla, applause rang out as we all stood up to clap and congratulate him on a job well done. Taraji is hanging on him like a second skin, as his arm is still around her.
"Perfect little family, go ahead with ya bad self. Fake ass,” I mumble to myself as Trin looks at me grinning when she heard what I said. "You so messy," she says laughing as we do our little secret handshake before I locked eyes with Jey.
Taraji’s POV
What the fuck this bitch smiling for Jey just kissed me on national tv. She lost again and she’s not trippin’. After the altercation earlier I was going to try to jab at her some more, but it seems they couldn’t control themselves from what I walked in on earlier.
“Jey, congratulations,” Shan says smiling brightly at us as both Jey and I look confused by the action.
“Thanks, Shan,” he says smiling at her “Babe, the baby has me tired,” I whine as he nods leading me past Shantell as I smile at her. She didn’t take the bait, still’s still smiling like she doesn’t have a care in the world. We walked by her to head toward the dressing room as she embraced Tamina and Solo.
“I’m going to shower,” he says awkwardly as I smile at him looking down at my phone, seeing a text from Mike about needing me to do my panel. This shit is getting hard to keep up with. I mumble heading to go see him.
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Bloodline Dressing Room
Solo’s POV
“Baby you trying to party with the girls, and I’m trying to get next to you,” I groan against my wife’s shoulder taking her hard from behind. “Baby, I promised, she moaned planting her hands on the counter. “I missed you,” I growl feeling her pussy grip my dick tightly.
I can't stop looking in the mirror, watching her lose control as I made her mine for the first time fully in almost nine weeks. That thought alone was pushing me over the edge. Placing a kiss on her shoulder I whisper in her ear. “Look at us baby,” I whisper against her ear slowing down my movements as she’s fighting to open her eyes.
The catch in her throat as she finally sees our reflection in the mirror ignites a spark in us both as she begins moving along harder with me, turning her head slightly taking me into a powerful kiss. "Shit! Baby, you feel so good,” she whimpers in my arms as she’s biting her lip trying to be quiet. The idea of someone catching us made it even more exciting.
“I wanted to do so much, baby,” I pant losing the battle it had been too damn long. “It’s ok baby, I’m almost there, cum with me,” she encourages as I take her in a kiss speeding up my thrusts now playing with her sensitive clit
“Solo!" She whimpers as I speed up my movements even more. “You gon give it to me?” I question feeling her pussy becoming even wetter. “Yes! It’s coming!" She shouts falling apart in my arms as I follow her over the cliff of ecstasy.
"Oh, man that was intense," I moan turning her around, pulling her into another kiss.
"Yes, it was I missed you," she says pulling me closer. "Girl, I need to get dressed 'cause hell, I could go again," I laugh as she blushes and slaps my shoulder. "I can’t with you," she says laughing pulling down her dress. "Yes, you can," I say catching my breath, thankful Joe went to shower on the bus to give us a few minutes alone.
Shantell’s Office
I can’t help but look around the room and think about what transpired between Jey and I. “Why did this have to happen?” I ask myself as a door slamming caught my attention as there stood Taraji.
“What do you want?” I asked packing up my things just wanting really to just leave and get some rest, my nausea was back in full force I didn’t feel like arguing.
“Stay away from my man!” she yells as I shake my head at the dramatics, as Jimmy and Trin rush in hearing the commotion.
“Girl, get yo ass outta here,” Trin says coming to stand beside me seeing I’m obviously not feeling well. " Aye, let’s just chill. We don’t need nobody getting in our family business," Jimmy says out loud standing in between Taraji and me.
“Taraji, I ain’t in the mood,” I say feeling the bile rising in my throat. “You know he’s fucking me right; he took me long and hard last night,” she taunts as I laugh. “Oh!… Well, he fucked you, he fucked you. Guess that makes two of us from what you saw tonight,” I say nonchalantly as Jimmy and Trin look at me in shock.
“Wait! Ya’ll fucked?…. Here?” Jimmy asks grinning trying to get clarification as Trin shoots him a look to shut up. “He’s mine, stay away,” she says storming out as I run to the bathroom to lose the little food I did eat earlier.
“Better now?” Trin asks holding my hair as I feel everything leave my body. Yes, I’m ok," I say flushing the toilet finally feeling better. “This has been going on for like the last week. I think it’s stress,” I say standing up, going to wash my hands and get a sip of water.
"How did you and Jey end up... Tangled up?" Trin asks following me back into my office.
"Bae, they ass wasn’t tangled up, they was fuckin', "Jimmy says as I roll my eyes at him. "Well, it’s not happening again,” I assure them as Jimmy frowns grabbing my bags.
"Go on, I got it," he says pulling me and Trin ahead of him as we made our way outta the building hoping to enjoy the rest of our night. Little did I know, it was all about to get even more complicated.
Jey’s POV
“She did what!” I yelled not believing that Shan would attack Taraji but here she stands in hysterics saying Shan attacked her. But things did get intense earlier and I had to separate them.
“She attacked me before your brother and Trin came in, could have hurt me and the baby,” Taraji cries as I hug her. I helped her on the bus as I saw Shan walking with Trin and Jimmy.
“Shan!” I shout running over to them as she shoots me a small smile, I almost stop myself from asking the question. “Did you attack Taraji!?” I asked as her smile dropped as she looked so hurt.
“What are you talking about?” She questions as I couldn’t stop the words from coming outta my mouth. “She said you attacked her! You hate her that much you would hurt my child?” I accuse her.
"Hey! Uce, you dead ass wrong,” Jimmy says coming in front of Shan and I. She seems to have shut down, almost not believing what I was asking.
Shantell's POV
"You really think that little of me," I whisper, my voice breaking Jimmy and Jey out of their disagreement. "Earlier things got intense, I said her face wasn't pregnant and I meant that shit 'cause she keeps trying me. But hurting your child and attacking her Jey, really." I ask in disbelief as he looks down in disappointment at himself.
“Josh, I was down the hall near Shantell’s office when Taraji stormed in there and started with her,” Trin says as I grab her hand. “Nah, Trin you ain’t gotta defend me. He needs to believe I’m this bad person to feel better about his choices, and the things he's doing,” I say staring at him with my head held high. “Shan, I just don’t want anybody to get hurt,” he says seeming to have calmed down.
“While you accusing me, you need to talk to Mike about your girlfriend, fiancé, or whatever she is. I’m done, you continue to do you because It’s gonna really hurt your feelings when I start doing me," I said unbothered.
“What the fuck does that mean Shantell?” he yells as I walk around him and Jimmy heading to the bus. “Shantell, what you talking bout?" he asks more calmly as I ignored him.
"You just always have to be a hot head about the wrong shit, if you had that type of energy with ya mama, and Taraji, we wouldn’t be in this shit now, “Trin says walking away from him, rolling her eyes.
"Uce, you know Shan ain’t did nothing to that girl, I understand your concern for your child but ima need you to start thinking because this ain’t it. I mean all she did for you this weekend and that’s how you repay her,” I heard Jimmy say as I got on the bus.
"Are ya'll riding with me or not,” Jey asks Jimmy who seems to be in deep thought. "Nah, you and Taraji can have it tonight, we’ll see ya’ll tomorrow afternoon in the next city," Jimmy says leaving his brother alone in his thoughts.
"This is supposed to be the greatest night of my life, and now I got to spend it alone with Taraji because everyone is mad at me. Yea, this is off to a great start," Jey says sarcastically to himself going back to his own bus.
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binging everything judgment day pt3
Raw 6/6/22 Cody’s tits exploded. Man Finn had to join Judgment Day in that shithole town called green bay that sucks. When Finn says “finally i see clearly” it sounds like shit directly from an irish glasses ad.
Bliss vs Doudrop vs Morgan vs Ripley. Rhea Ripley fucks up her face. Brace face Rhea incoming. Brace face riptides Niven to win and fight Belair at MITB (which never happens because of her teeth and a brain injury. She doesn’t have another match until october of 22)
Raw 6/13/22 kevin patrick interviews bianca and rhea interrupts. A nice segment with Judgment Day, also Rhea roasts kansas lmao. Hi braceface hehe. Masochist Rhea? And I love it when she talks all calmly like a cultist it’s hot. That’s all judgment day does on this show as the main event is *checks notes* a pose-down between austin theory and bobby lashley? WTF? WHO THE FUCK CARES?
Main event 6/20/22 mysterios(w) vs judgment day. MY BIRTHDAY!! Wow judment day has come a long way. Rey mysterio being on the main event is fucking wild. Damian and Finn DO NOT have an entrance down yet lol. DOM IS SO TINY. Damian finally gets his new pants. Why the fuck does the main event have ad breaks? Finn and Damian just beat the shit out of Dom. Aja looking cunty af. Its called a dq even tho this shit happens in every match. Where Mami? I’m more confused at the end than anything.
Raw 6/20/22 Bianca announces rhea is not medically cleared to fight her at MITB and thats all folks.
Raw 6/27/22 i accidentally thought there was nothing judgment day here but i was wrong priest balor and the mysterious have a backstage confrontation. THE IDEA HAS BEEN PLANTED REY IS A BAD FATHER LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOO.
Raw 7/4/22 mysterios(w) vs judgment day. July 4th I sure hope don’t I don’t see a ton of america propaganda. Pre-match promo from rey and dom. SUPRISE ATTACK. Damian and Finn ‘pearl harbor’ dom and rey before the match. It was a raw match, nothing special but Rey does an eddie and gets the win via dq.
Damian and Finn beat up rey and dom dom after the match I bet this won’t last for nearly 3 months.
7/11/22 Rey vs. Finn(w). suit daddy Damian is back we are so up. Finn saying “you’re a bad father” with his accent is so fucking funny “YOU’RE A BAD FODDER!” lmao. Rey took a nasty fuckin bump in this match holy shit. Finn wins and they try to manipulate Dom again.
7/18/22 Damian(w) vs. Rey. match starts during a commercial break wtf is that. mysterios wearing my high school colors lol. Damian wins fairly clean and Rey takes the razors edge nasty as fuck god damn. Dom gets bitched around by Damian and Finn… dirty thoughts are all I know.
Damian and Finn say Dom failed ‘the test’ and that he should’ve used a chair to hit his dad.
Ok so I was skipping to Dom and Rey’s reaction to what Damian and Finn said and byron was talking to corey about when he beat him for the 24/7 title and Corey said “that’s why I drink.” LMAO I WOULD TOO. Anywho the Mysterios cut a pretty basic promo.
Raw 7/25/22 mysterio start out with a promo on the 20 years that he’s had in wwe.
Mysterios(w) vs. Judgment day. WILL YOU STOP STARTING MATCHES IN THE COMMERCIAL BREAK WTF VINCE. Balor hit the nastiest clothesline of all time on Rey lmao. Mysterios win but not really cleanly.
Mysterios celebrate… but who gives a fuck because PAPI RHEA IS IN THIS BITCH! And ofc she’s beating up Dom. Finn with the line of all time “IT’S NOT YOUR ANNIVERSARY IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!”. Rey gets tabled… (come tooesday).
SummerSlam 7/30/22 Mysterios(w) vs. Judgment Day. (Rey’s personal sponsors are why this match happened.) PAPI! Rey with the fucking beer mask lmaoooooooooo. Some people started a ‘we want tables’ chant to which the rest of the stadium responded with a ‘shut the fuck up’ chant. RHEA HURTS DOM AGAIN (rhea hurting dom counter: 2) Edge did not need all of that for a comeback. And the Mysterios still without a clean win over judgment day.
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survey #062
What colour eyes does the last person you kissed have?
Brown.
Could you forgive a boyfriend or friend who physically hurt you?
NOPE.
What was good about your last relationship?
We were very similar emotionally.
Do you feel that everyone is capable of feeling love?
No, I don't think so.
What is the number one problem you have with yourself?
I don't really know how to explain this sensation, but it's my inability to just... do. Like I say I'll do this or that, and then I just don't, like there's a literal brick wall between me and what I want. It LITERALLY feels like I physically can't do a number of things.
Do you know anyone who’s been adopted?
Yes.
Does everyone in your household have the same last name as you?
Yes.
Has someone ever told you they love you and you didn’t say it back?
Yuuuup and that's when 12-year-old Brittany decided to stop flirting with the boy she'd never even met. It's funny, I specifically remember we were on vacation and Joel messaged me that and I was legit the "and at that moment, she knew she fucked up" meme lmao.
Have you ever had to put your hand over someone’s mouth to keep them quiet?
LKJASKLDFJAL;WE YES my friend Chelsea nearly repeated something v inappropriate I'd said to my mom and that was an actual WWE wrestling match lmao. I won at least. :^)
Have you ever stolen something less than $5.00?
Only this one particular rose pinkish shade of crayon in my Sunday school class as a puny kid lmao.
Do you take a vitamin?
I take a woman's multivitamin daily as well as a Vitamin D capsule once a week.
Have you ever kicked a guy in the nads?
No.
Have you ever pantsed or been pantsed?
No, but THAT'S a good way to get kicked if god absolutely forbid that ever happen.
Facial feature you’re really attracted to?
Nice eyes, I guess.
Do you like the show Grey’s Anatomy?
Never watched it. My mom and sister were OBSESSED, though. They used to watch it together.
Do you like the Saw movies?
Indifferent. Barely seen 'em, if I'm honest.
Ever licked someone’s cheek?
heheh yes
Will you be a strict parent one day?
I think IF I ever have kids, I'll be around the middle. With the worrywart that I am, I'd be strict enough to keep them what I consider safe, but I'd still wanna let them live a little, y'know?
Was your ex cute?
"The" ex, I think he was. Once upon a time he was THE most attractive person on the planet to me just because I was in love with him. My most recent ex is beautiful, too.
What is one of your biggest irrational fears?
Probably whale sharks. LITERALLY harmless, and yet that mouth freaks me the FUCK out. The origin is really fuckin funny though: it's rooted in the World or Warcraft zone Vashj'ir, which is underwater and has boss-level whale sharks swimming around. The first time I leveled through the zone? NOPE. I IMMEDIATELY hated them and to this day when I'm in the zone for whatever reason, I keep a biiiiig distance from them and even angle the camera so I don't have to see them when I'm swimming by lmao.
Does the thought of being pregnant gross you out?
YES. That's another of my massive (but truthfully irrational) phobias.
Ever been kissed by a legal adult when you were a minor (or vise-versa)?
Well yes, Jason and I were dating when we were transforming into adults. We were only two years apart and it was perfectly consensual so idc.
Ever been kissed by someone you didn’t want to kiss?
Yes, by Juan. Even when Girt and I dated the first time, I let him kiss me before I was ready.
Weirdest place you’ve kissed someone? (geographically, not physically)
Uhhhh honestly nowhere weirder than the floor and I think that's pretty normal for couples who have been sexual with each other as long as we had.
Ever kissed someone on a dare/as part of a game?
No, that's not something I'm willing to do, honestly.
Do you use recycle bins at your house?
Yes.
What is the last microwaveable meal you had?
I have this turkey sausage, egg, cheese, and potatoes meal pretty regularly.
If there was a large spider in the room, would you stay?
I'd go get like tupperware or something to get it outside.
Have you ever seen a dead body?
Yeah, at the open-casket wake of my childhood babysitter/neighbor Miss Janet.
Have you ever made out for more than a half hour straight?
Not to get graphic but way longer than that lmao
Would you eat a live spider for one million dollars?
Look man, I'm desperate. I'd feel like shit but I probably would for THAT much.
What’s the weirdest flavor of ice cream you’ve tried?
Nothing strange, honestly.
What music are you listening to right now?
"Dicke Titten" by Rammstein :^) what an anthem
Do you have any siblings you absolutely despise? Why do you despise them?
No, I love my sisters and brother.
Does the sight of blood gross you out? Why is this?
No. It just... doesn't.
Have you ever babysat before? Did you enjoy this job?
Yes, and no. These days I do go with my mom when she watches my nieces and nephew, but she's the one carrying the weight/in charge of keeping the kids alive.
Do you like children, or do you hate them? Why do you like or hate them?
Children are in essence an absolutely beautiful gift of purity and innocence, but they come with too much baggage for me personally to handle.
[TW: KNIVES/SELF-HARM/SUICIDE] Do knives scare you? Is it from watching scary movies?
I am TERRIFIED of knives, but scary movies have nothing to do with it. It's because the night of the breakup, when Mom was dragging me home when I'd tried to walk to Jason's house, I'd planned to run to the kitchen and stab myself in the throat. Mom snatched me the moment we got home and I tried to run for the kitchen, like she wrestled me to the ground. Fuck that night. Every second of it.
Do you tend to get clingy in relationships?
YEP.
Did you have a treehouse when you were a child?
No; we were surrounded by pine trees, which branch out far too high for one of those.
Have you ever dated outside of your race?
I've had a Hispanic boyfriend for less than 24 hours, so saying I "dated" him seems inaccurate. I'm not at all against dating another race, that's just not really happened for me.
Do you have a funny last name? Does anyone make fun of it?
No, but I still hate my last name.
The most painful medical procedure you’ve ever had?
Having an infected cyst drained with pressure application. I will swear on my motherfucking life I was not numbed enough because I was SHRIEKING, like it was a kind of pain where I don't know how I stayed conscious. I even had morphine and it did NOTHING in keeping me sedated.
When was the last time you were sick and what illness did you have?
I'm in the process of getting over Covid now. It sucked. I just have remnants of drainage in my chest and a raspy throat from all the coughing. Lost my voice entirely earlier when I was talking a lot at my sister's place.
Have you ever been kicked out of somewhere?
Yes, my former best friend's house for butting heads with her sister.
Are there any books that you read recently that you enjoyed and would like to recommend?
Even for those who haven't read the Wings of Fire books, I think Darkstalker's book is very much worth a read. It's a beautifully crafted story of love and heartbreak along the decline to complex villany.
What is your favourite soundtrack for a film/video game/television show? (Though feel free to name as many!)
Silent Hill 2. Period. It is fucking LEGENDARY. All the Silent Hill games have great music though, and then I absolutely cannot not mention Shadow of the Colossus. Akira Yamaoka and Ko Otani are fucking kings.
What do you think of your best friend’s ex?
I don't know her. But she cheated on him, so not anything great.
Are you biracial?
No, I'm pretty damn white lmao.
Is there a comic book store in your city?
I'm not sure if it's still around, actually... Jason used to go to one a lot to play Magic with some buds, and I'd bring my laptop and chill there. It was attached to a long-defunct mall.
Do you know how many people your best friend has had sex with?
Yes.
If you have a Facebook, when was the last time you changed your profile picture?
A long time ago. I really should take a new one... the one I have now is from like, two years ago.
Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you that you were sexy?
Yeah, somehow.
If you could see any musician live, front row, who would you choose?
RAMMSTEIN sobbing emoji Feuerzone take me
Do you think your best friend’s significant other is attractive?
I'm my best friend's s/o and I do NOT think I'm pretty.
Do you own any books written by musicians?
Yes; I have Ozzy's autobiography.
Where would you go for the ultimate honeymoon?
I want to go to Alaska and see the Northern Lights. I feel like they'd make me cry, especially during such a celebratory event of one of life's greatest things for two humans.
Do you know anyone who has a strong accent that is hard to understand?
My former friend Colleen, her dad's Southern accent was like IMPOSSIBLE to understand. It was the worst trying to communicate with him when I already have an auditory processing issue. My sister's father-in-law's mom or grandma (or something like that) is also hard to understand, but her extreme age doesn't help. It feels mean to say, but she's like, barely alive, and her vocal cords show it.
Who do you live with?
My mom and our three pets.
Do you read Reddit? If so, how often and what subreddits do you like?
Nah, that's Girt's thing.
Can you count how many times you’ve seen your favourite film?
God no, I watched it absolutely obsessively as a child.
Does your skin bruise easily? Do you have any bruises right now? What from?
Like absurdly easily, but the kind of bruise that doesn't normally like... leave a clear mark, if that makes sense? I've been tested for anemia multiple times because of this and that when I bleed, I do bleed a bit excessively, but it's always been negative, albeit close to considered positive.
What was the last thing you spent $150 or more on?
My snake's terrarium.
Why did you leave your last job?
I couldn't mentally handle it. The busy-ness of it, how ruthlessly I was thrown in with literally no training. I had a panic attack and total breakdown in the bathroom.
Have you ever eaten at a restaurant and left without paying?
Absolutely not.
What was the last thing that made you laugh out loud?
So my sister's youngest daughter (2) is ABSURDLY obsessed with the Grinch and she watches it relentlessly, and today when Ma and I were there she wanted to watch the Jim Carrey movie, and even after seeing it all the times I have, there are still times where I actually laugh a bit when watching it.
Are your hands and feet in good condition or could you do with a mani-pedi?
My hands are fine but my feet are in atrocious condition. They've been horribly calloused since fuckin high school when I used to walk very regularly and for a very long time. I can use a shower tool on the bad parts to ease it up some, but they very quickly just... reappear. I hate it, a lot.
How old were you when you first became sexually active?
16.
When was the last time you went out for drinks?
Literally never.
When was the last time you got pizza? What toppings did you get?
Literally just a few days ago, actually. Ma wanted to try this new pizza place, but we were both very disappointed in it. Tasted like nothing. Oh, and it was pepperoni.
What’s the age difference between your parents?
Mom is a year or two older, idr.
Have you ever experienced a hangover?
I have not.
Who was the last person of the opposite sex to hug you?
My nephew when leaving my sister's place not long ago at all.
The last person that made you angry, did you tell them?
Yes. In the middle of the night recently I accidentally knocked a glass off my sidetable and broke it and Mom was being extremely mean about it. She's an ACTUAL demon when you wake her up before she wants to be up.
Have you ever slept in the same bed with the last person you kissed?
Yes, those are the actual best nights.
Think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a bed?
^ well yeah
What was your first impression of your best friend?
I thought he was extremely friendly and wanted to include people. I still remember how appreciative I was of him wanting to include the random emo girl sitting by herself at lunch. That's my best friend right there, y'all.
Do any of your friends have Down Syndrome?
I personally don't know anybody with that condition.
Is Finding Nemo a favorite movie of yours?
It actually is, yes. I adore everything about it. It's another movie I watched endlessly as a child, and I had the PS2 game AND two Gameboy games. I have a lot of bits and bobs relating to the movie in my childhood treasure box, too.
Would you prefer to own a lapdog or a bigger dog?
I tend to like bigger dogs.
Have you ever dated someone who had a child?
No.
When was the last time you saw a photo of your ex?
Months ago when I started clearing out pictures of us on my Facebook. I haven't finished yet, I just... don't care.
Have you ever shaved your face?
Not my entire face, but I regularly shave my upper lip bc I have some darker hairs there, and I'll occasionally do it to my chin too, though there I normally just pluck.
What was the last vaccination you got?
Covid. I'm due to get my tetanus vaccine updated at my next appointment, but maaaan I don't feel like getting a shot.
Do you find guys with facial piercings attractive?
Yep, usually.
Is there anybody you’re not ashamed to tell anything to?
No.
Does your best friend have any phobias?
He probably does, but I don't know exactly what. I know he doesn't like scary stuff, though.
Would you ever eat rhino meat?
Not even over my dead body.
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If you also had a crush on RVD from like 2004-2006, then you are my BRO 😍✨
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#I think this is the first time I'm posting something that isnt of my shield boys#super weird#but I got the idea and made it and I absolutely adore it so here we are!#the original gif was a monster#over 10 fuckin MB#trying to export it actually made photoshop go nope and error out and die on me#so!#two much smaller outtakes from the main gif is what we're getting instead#god I love it#finn balor#finn bálor#demon finn balor#demon finn#demon king#does his demon person have a name??#oh well#wwe#edit#everafter-in-neverland original#welcome to the originals
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Q U I R K for Masayo
Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.
Masayo can see others fate in the quad department- through multi colored threads. Something he's kept rather quiet.. How do you think he's so good at getting people to get together!? He can see when something will work! Literally! Those threads even extend to him- though his have been a bit tattered or weak as of recent. The colors faded or too bright. It gives him a bit of a clue in on how his partner is feeling..
"OI. Are You Doin Ok Toots!? WWe Should Go Out N Get A Bite To Eat!!!"
U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?
After a while. Masayo becomes keenly aware of slight changes in their partner. Hes.... had to do so.. for other reasons.. for a very.. long time. He might be very loud and stubborn.. but for his partner he seems to understand even the little things. Even if his partner may think it's ridiculous or irrational. Masayo knows feelings like that do happen. He doesn't judge... take your time and heal how you need to... after all you can't make change over night!
Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?
Masayo knows he has some work to be done with how he acts- he can't help but have PRIDE and be so quick to anger.. but his s/o wouldn't probably help him. It's something he would have to figure out with himself or probably with a pitch or pale. Not with his red. It would be a little too.. sloppy and scary for his partner to handle. I can assure you
R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
This shark. Oh God. No class. No grace... HOWEVER will go to any lengths to make his partner HAPPY and to feel LOVED!!!!!!!!!!!! He had the unfortunate problem of romancing in the way he has been shown how: violently. Fighting for his partner.. hunting for them.. and being extremely territorial. No one will court them but him,!!!! ya hear!? but.. sometimes he brings something nice and cute from his time under the water. Jewelery he's found from wrecked ships!!!
K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
GRERGGEGEGE... His kisses start soft and cute. Until he's getting worked up and trying to make out with them!!! Nibbling and biting at them.. Their first kiss was probably a small peck on the lips and.. him pulling away.. Tail thrashing around..
"Gotta Stop MMyself There So I Don't Fuckin EAT Ya AliVVe."
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i come in this nice 1st of november afternoon to put the idea of boxer!izuku into your heads 🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀
＜(。_。)＞ Did you.. did you s-say... b o x e r?
HOLD MY DRINK—-
ON GOD BRUH
BOXER IZUKU WOULD BE SO FUCKING HOT!!!
But like- do they use their legs??
I see boxer and i raise you MMA fighter Izuku😳 MAN LOVES TO LEARN
Holy shshiotot - he was one of those kids who watched WWE and ESPN and saw Allmight fuck people up and he was like- !!!!!
Rough housed with Katsuki a shit ton until cough
But Katsuki bullying him just made him fucking mad as hell- so he got his mom to get him fighting lessons?
Started punching a bag to ease his frustrations..
Once he became a teen- he was always at the gym- fighting people and just being a good sport if he won or lost.. still took notes! But just on different boxing and fighting techniques and moves he could try..
Like he prolly has a second for each body type- how to overpower big and buff, how to beat a lanky dude taller than him, that kinda stuff!
Smiles with a bloody mouth every time he loses and says gg
Eventually his coach was like- fuck son you could make a career out of this!
So he signed up for his first match under “Deku”
And he absolutely PUMMLED THE GUY
And the ladies were hOOKED because this sweet and innocent guy just went fERAL AND IT WAS FUCKIN HOT
He blows up quickly, and even Allmight acknowledges him!
He goes to see one of Dekus matches and he’s gobsmacked!!
This little fella is bonkers!
Allmight was looking for a reason to retire, and this kid was his reason! He retired and quickly became Dekus new coach!
I feel like Bakugou would do boxing on the side but his main job would be an engineer... hehe they fight the fuck outta eachother sometimes. Gets past frustrations out- in an unhealthy way..
Katsuki learns to not be ashamed of losing but to practice more. Then again, Izuku is practically a pro now!
He sobs when he makes it to the big time💚
HE LIKES TO USE HIS FUCKIN LEGS A LOT- HIS FANS HAVE PAGES DEDICATED TO HIS CALVES LMAO.
Ugh he becomes so popular- like bIGGER THAN JOHN CENA? Maybe almost like The Rock- minus the multiple movies 😂 man cannot act like that but he can do commercials. Makes cameos tho!
Bam! Hit in the face and a swift kick to the legs and he’s won??
Man is beyond intelligent it pisses people off which makes them sloppy and gives Deku an advantage.
BUT IZUKU IS SO HOT AFTER A MATCH?? If he isnt covered in blood.
LikE HES SWEATYS AND HIS ABS ARE GLISTENING DJFNDJKX
Plus hes super strong...
Definitely mains boxing but enjoys wrestling too😫
Once did a wrestling match and got cornered so he grabbed a chair and knocked the dude out with it.
Ugh he also does gymnastics... he’s so damn flexible and strong it isnt fair.
You caught him wearing a thong once after a match cuz his shorts were too tight during the match and he was just done with them for the evening.
AT LEAST HE WOULDNT GET AS INJURED AS HERO DEKU WOULD LMAO
#peppermint fizz#bnha#mha#deku x reader#izuku midoriya x reader#izuku x reader#midoriya izuku x reader#deku#bnha x reader#rambles#deku x you#izuku midoriya x you#mha x reader#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#my hero academia x reader#bnha headcanons
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1, 11, 17!! <3
oh so you're just TRYING to kill me
1. Where is your worst spot?
oh god. my legs are really fuckin bad, like really bad, but most especially my thighs. It's kind of a (hilarious) problem.
I suspect that under my arms is bad too but I've never been tickled there so I don't really know how bad.
11. What’s the worst injury/near-injury you’ve ever inflicted on someone who was tickling you?
Oh my god okay so. I'm not much of a flailer so I've never done anything accidental, but when I was younger I had a rival.
We'll call him James for the purpose of this. James and I grew up together and did martial arts for years and years and I hated him (but like deep down I found him amusing but y'know, reputation and all that) and he was, most definitely looking back, in love with me. We had a rule at our dojang where you couldn't ever use any moves against each other unless you were being supervised or in a class, so we couldn't beat the shit out of each other like we wanted to.
So this little fucker resorted to little things to bug me right, knowing full well that I wanted to just. hit him (was full of rage as a child) but couldn't. Highlight reel including stealing snacks from my lunch, throwing pieces of paper at me with little notes in them, etc.
So one day, James finds out I'm ticklish. My life never again knows peace. For years we bugged each other with pokes and tickles and shit.
We were older, maybe 14/15 and at a sleepover hosted at our dojang, and the next morning he was like "hey remember when we were younger and I used to win all our tickle fights" (which he did, unfortunately) and of course I'm like "Nah. I remember you losing though" >:). James just fuckin. Tackles me and we get into the most cutthroat tickle fight I've ever been in in my LIFE dude. WWE prize fight. All I remember is him getting a hold of my thigh and I full on kneed him in the nose. I asked him if he was ok and then he tickled me more so I grabbed his ribs and he went boneless and headbutted me. We had matching bruises for like two weeks.
I am very confident that if we saw each other more in high school, we probably would've dated. We had a very textbook enemies to "you motherfucker (affectionate)" relationship. Kinda miss him :')
17. Worst “someone finding out you’re ticklish” experience?
Oooh okay tie between the James Saga and my high school "bestie" finding out and tickling me almost daily because she thought my reactions were hilarious. We were in English class and she poked my side and I squeaked and she was like "are you..." and I was like "yeah!" without thinking and then it dawned on me what I said but by then it was too late. I had sealed my fate.
thx for asking bestie ilysm <3
#ask meme answers#peachytickles#i love oversharing it is a prime talent#also cr server avert thine eyes nothing to see here#peachy u too
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Credit: @allelitewrestlings
Darby VS. Jon Moxley
Darby Allin x unnamed or x Jon Moxley
Warning: Smut and Violence
Summary: i might be dating Darby, but that will never stop Jon Moxley from getting what he wants.
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Darby Vs. Mox
I was touching up my makeup after my last interview. I wanted to make sure I still looked good for when Darby went out into the ring. Darby and I had been together since March. He seemed like a breath of fresh air from my last relationship. I had been with Jon Moxley on and off for two years. We met when I interned in the WWE for a bit back when he was still Dean Ambrose. It was right after he came back from his injury. We broke up once my internship ended and I had a job elsewhere. We reconnected when I got a job with AEW, but it got messy fast. His traveling to Japan became one of the major problems. I found out he was seeing someone behind my back. We broke it off a couple of weeks after AEW premiered on TNT. Darby and I started talking in December. It was perfect or seemed that way until his injury. I couldn’t see him as much due to work. I felt like something was up. Like he was doing the same thing as Mox, but of course, I was overreacting, wasn’t I?
I was reapplying my lipstick when the lights began to flicker. I raised an eyebrow as I looked up. I saw a shadow in the mirror. I jumped spinning around fast. “Jon!” I yelled. “What the fuck?” I asked.
He didn’t respond to me. He just watched me carefully as he moved forward. His eyes were locked on me. He looked like an animal stalking his prey. Once he reached me, he put two hands on either side of the counter trapping me. His scent hit me. The all to familiar scent of mint and cigarettes. I could smell a hint of his old spice body spray. What he always had used before a match. My heart was racing in my chest. My breath was unsteady. “Jon? What are you doing?”
He shrugged, “I could ask you the same thing, kitten. What are you doing in such a revealing dress?”
I rolled my eyes, “It’s for Darby. Not for you. We have been over for close to a year.”
“Mm,” he hummed in my ear. His gaze roaming my body. I had worn a red dress that hugged my curves, the neckline plunged pushing my round breasts on display. “Do you normally wear the dresses that your ex-boyfriend buys you to impress your new man?”
I scuffed at him, “It’s just a dress, Mox. It doesn’t mean anything. He might like it on me just as much as you did.”
“Okay, point taken.” He said as he lifted his hands of the counter and raised them in the air in defense. “But answer me one more question, why did you wear it when you had an interview with the ex that bought it for you?”
I crossed my arms across my chest, “I had one with Brodie too. You weren’t my only one. Maybe I just didn’t have time to change before your match with Darby.”
He looked around in the bathroom we are in. “Look, before I walked in, I am pretty sure you had a lot of time. So, I am pretty sure, I am not in the wrong thinking this dress was a little for me.” His fingers lightly touched the neckline of the dress following it down till it hit the top of my breasts.
I pulled my lip into my mouth as I watch his hand. He was wrong, wasn’t he? Could I have done it without noticing that I am doing it? That couldn’t be possible. I would know what I was doing. I couldn’t deny the fact that showing him what he was missing was something I craved. That but if petty revenge was something I really wanted. I also craved his hands all over. I really wanted him to take me right here and now.
Before I had a moment to speak, to lie and say he was wrong, his lips captured mine. He pressed me against the sink with his body. My arms instinctively go around his neck. His hands move towards the back of my thighs. He digs his nails in as he picks me up and places me on the counter, getting between my legs. His lips moved against mine. It didn’t take long before my body reacted with his and moved with them. He licked my bottom lip, hungrily begging for an entrance. I granted him and let his tongue slip past my lips. He explored it like this was the first time that he had ever been in there. I moaned softly into his mouth. The heat rising between my legs. I knew we didn’t have this long for him to be taking this slowly. Anyone could walk in at any time and catch us. I knew Jon didn’t care about that. He never did. When we were together, he told me that would do me in the ring in front of a live audience just to show everyone what he has and what they could never have. I tried not to wonder if he told any other girls this. I wanted to stay in this moment. Not think about how we could get caught, or how wrong this was, how I was doing Darby really wrong.
His rough hands move up towards my leaking core. Once his thumb started rubbing it through my thin thong, I was taken from my thoughts. Electricity running through my veins as he touched me there. My lips left his as my head rolled back. His lips connected to my neck. He kissed down until he found my sweet spot. His teeth sunk deep into. I gasped, my hips thrusting up. He chuckled softly. “You are so easy.”
My eyes narrowed as I moved my hands from around his neck and grabbed his cargo pants. I quickly unbuckled his belt, working his pants down. I reached my hand inside his boxers. His cock was hard as a rock. I spit in my hand before I wrap my hands around him. I start off slowly pumping it then I pick up speed. I heard a soft growl leave his lips. I moved to get off the counter, but he shook his head. “We don’t have time for that.” He spits in his hand rubbing it across his length to lube it up. I slipped my thong off before wrapping my legs around his waist pulling him close. He lined up and pushed himself in with a groan. “God, you are still so fuckin tight, kitten.” He growled into my ear. He gave me time to adjust to his size before he starts to move. His thrusts are slow at first, but very soon his movements become fast and deep. My nails claw into his skin. His one hand falls on the small of my back while the other wraps in my hair. I let out a soft moan as I thrust my hips towards him.
It didn’t take me long until he had pushed me over the edge. My walls contracted around him tightly pushing him towards his end. As soon as he started pulsing he pulled out as fast as he could. Ropes of his cum spilling all over my leg and the floor.
His breathing is ragged as he presses his forehead against mine. He stayed there for a moment before a voice came over the intern come. “Jon Moxley please report to the groilla. Jon Moxley.” He pulled away and kissed my forehead before he pulled his pants back up. “See you around, Kitten.” He winked at me before he left.
I was in shock as he left the room. What in the world had just happened? I didn’t have much time to reflect. I grabbed a paper towel and rubbed my leg off and got it off the floor. I pulled my thong back on and straighten my dress the best I could. I did my best to figure out a way to hide the after glow of sex, but it was no use. Maybe if I was lucky, no one would notice what had happened in the bathroom. I had done my best to keep my screams of pleasure just in the off chance someone heard. I didn’t like gossip, plus I just did something really bad to Darby. He just got back from his injury. I was supposed to be working on the relationship with him, not destroying it more.
I made my way out and walked towards the Gorilla. Darby smiles when he saw me coming. “There’s my beautiful girl.” He said as he grabbed and kissed me. “I love that dress on you.” He moved close to my ear, “I can’t wait til we get home tonight.” He whispered in my ear as he grabbed my ass.
There is a loud bang from the other side of the Gorilla. It was Jon. He tried his best to look innocent. He shrugged, “I didn’t see that there.” He wasn’t good at hiding his actual emotion from me. I could see the bit of jealousy in his eyes.
Darby rolled his eyes at Jon. His eyes soon moved back to me. His eyebrow suddenly raised. “What’s on your neck?” He asked as he moved a piece of golden hair.
“The curling iron.” I told him. I was trying my best not to sound suspicious. Jon chuckled softly in the background. I glared at him.
Darby looked between us. He was completely lost. “Is there something I need to know about?” He asked raising an eyebrow.
Jon shrugged, “Nothing, your girl is a clutz.” He said with a tiny wink towards me before he walked with the security guard to where he would be coming out of the arena. He grabbed his sleeves jacket putting it on. Both Darby and I had watched him do this and both of us had noticed the same thing. He had scratches in his back...scratches from me.
Darby’s eyes widened like he had just connected the dots. “What were you doing after your last interview with Allie?” He asked me.
I shook my head. “Just touching you my makeup.”
“Is that when you burned your neck? Because I saw your interview with Brodie. It wasn’t there. I didn’t see the ones with Mox or Allie, but I am going to guess the same thing.”
“What are you getting at Darby?” I asked . My voice was giving me away with how it wavered.
“I am getting at that it is odd how you have a mark on your neck that looks a lot like a hickey while he has marks on his back that look a lot like the ones I get right after we fuck. Do you want to explain that to me?”
I really didn’t want to explain it. I wasn’t sure how I would even explain it. I looked down at my black high heels. “He...came in the bathroom a little bit after my last interview...and..”
“And?” He asked egging me on. His arms were crossed on his chest. “What else happened?”
“He came onto me...he kissed me..and than I don’t know what or how.” I said rubbing the side of my face. My eyes were filling with tears. I felt so guilty, but at the same time I didn’t. I couldn’t explain this feeling. It just didn’t feel wrong what we did. I just hated hurting Darby. I was really nervous knowing that it was right before he had a match with Moxley. Darby wasn’t scared of hurting himself for a win. Now this was deeper than the belt.
I watched from the back. Darby’s music had hit first. He came out his normal way on his skateboard, but this time he had a microphone in his hand. I already knew this wasn’t going to end well. Darby nor Jon were much for talking. They both just wanted to get down to the fight. This meant Darby had something to say.
I bit on my nails as Jon’s music began to play. He came down through the audience even though there weren't many there now. It was his thing. He always said there just was a different feeling when he did that.
He seemed confused when he saw Darby in the ring with a mic. He shook it off as he continued on into the ring. He gave his belt to the ref.
Darby moved the mic to his mouth, but didn’t speak at first. He just paced. He acted like he was about to say something, but he never did. Jon stood there looking at him confused for a while. He couldn’t figure it out. It didn’t take him long to get sick of this and grab the mic out of the announcers hands. “Spit it out, Darby! People got places to be.”
“Do you have more of other people’s girlfriends to sleep with?” Darby snapped. There was a hush over the small crowd. The announcers didn’t even know what to say. Everyone, even my mouth had dropped.
“I really didn’t think you would be the one to have the balls to do this on national tv.” Jon shrugged. “But, she didn’t seem to have a problem with it. Just like you didn’t have a problem banging your nurse behind her back.” Darby’s eyes widened. My heart stopped. I couldn’t believe the words that Jon had just said. All the guilt I had felt for being a cheater was gone. It was replaced with anger. I didn’t know who I was more angry at. Darby for lying to me or Jon or anyone else who knew not telling me.
“You weren’t any different with all those girls you did in Japan. Is this your way of making up to her?”
“It wasn’t my intention,” he paused. “But, I can tell she must have not been getting fully satisfied from your little emo ass.”
Darby moved to say something else, but he ended up throwing the mic down and racing towards Jon. He knocked him back on the feet. Jon also threw the mic down and went after him, The bell rang as the match began. I eventually turned away. I was unable to watch it. I couldn’t believe it. Both of them cheated on me and both of them just made me look like a fool on live tv. I was walking back to the locker rooms when someone bumped into me from behind causing me to fall forward.
“Shit,” a voice said. I immediately knew who it was. “I am really sorry about that.” He said helping me up.
“It’s okay, Maxwell.” I said fixing my dress before quickly whipping my eyes hoping that he wouldn’t see. I looked at what he was holding. It was the belt. I could see little drops of blood on it. “What are you doing with that?” I asked.
“Oh, this.” He said as he looked at it. “It’s just a..uhh..I kind of hit Jon with it so he would lose.”
“So, you want to fight Darby? I didn’t think you were scared of a challenge.” I asked raising an eyebrow. “Darby would be too easy for you.”
“Yes, I like a challenge, but I also needed a reason to fight Darby.” He was getting really close to me. It caused me to take a step backwards.
“Why would you need a reason to fight Darby?” I asked.
He didn’t say anything. He just kept walking forward until I was against the wall. He trapped me with his arms before leaning down and kissing me. Once he pulled away, he spoke, “because there is a pretty little blonde I have my eye on. I still need a First Lady.” He said with a wink before walking away.
To Be continued...
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Lost and Found (Seventeen)
Get some tissues ready, folks.
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It had been three days.
Three days of calling Tony and the phone going right to voicemail, three days of reconnecting with Stevie, three days of pre- war memories coming back sometimes in a trickle that made James smile, sometimes in a shock wave that sent the soldier to his knees with a migraine.
Three days, and James’s head spun trying to keep it all together, trying to keep it all straight, trying to piece together all the parts of who he had been and who he was now and how it all reconciled with the nightmares and horror that came back full force without Tony by his side.
Three days, and sometimes James wished he could lose track of time like he used to so each and every second wouldn’t be so crystal clear, so clarifying and so real.
Three days and sometimes it was already too much.
Three days and sometimes the moments were so good they hurt.
“I still can’t believe it’s actually you.” Three days and seventy damn years and Steve was proving he hadn’t ever lost the habit of lurking in James’s door, hands in his pockets and eyes wide as he watched the brunette clean up in the bathroom. “Holy hell, Buck. I looked for you for so long. And you were just hanging out with Howard’s kid? Three days ago Tony Stark walked into my apartment with a picture of you and just like that, here you are. I can’t believe it.”
“Can’t believe it either, Stevie.” James rinsed the shaving cream off his face and smoothed his right hand over the trimmed-but-not-quite-shaved stubble. It had only been three days since Tony had dropped him off and left without a word. Three days of a lot of wondering and a lot of worrying and a lot of disbelief because it was Stevie--- “How did I miss your star spangled ass getting pulled outta the ocean and set loose overseas again?”
“Well, you weren’t around to see me go in the ice the first time, so I guess it makes sense you missed me coming back this time around.” The smile slid from Steve’s face, his mouth pulling down at the corners. “Listen, Buck I dunno what you heard about all that. About the Valkyrie and the Red Skull and what I did at the end of the war but--””
“I heard enough to know you’re overdue for an ass whoopin’.” James retorted and see? This was good enough to hurt, easy enough to almost be instinct. Threatening Steve with bodily harm cos the punk hadn’t learned any lessons back when he was all of four fuckin’ feet tall and he certainly hadn’t learned them after they juiced him up and sometimes the brash blond just needed a reminder to chill the hell out?
Easy.
James could do this all day.
“What the hell were you thinkin’, putting the damn plane in the ice anyway.” He teased. “Everyone knows your scrawny ass can’t swim.”
Instantly predictably Steve straightened up and set his jaw and snapped, “Hey! I know how to swim! I am an excellent swimmer!”
“You know how’ta drown.” James corrected and then oofed theatrically loud when he was yanked out of the bedroom and into a wrestling match.
It was easy and it was good and none of James’s more scary instincts came forward when Steve got him into a headlock, the urge to break didn’t show up overwhelming when he tossed the blond halfway across the room then jumped over and pinned him to the floor.
“Say Uncle.” James ordered and he was laughing, not counting how many pounds of pressure it would take to crumble Steve’s bones between his fingers. “Damn you, Stevie. Say Uncle before I gotta hurt you!”
“I’m goddamn--” Steve was huffing and puffing trying to get James off of him. “Captain America-- I don’t cry Uncle-- good god, why do you weigh so much?-- to any one!”
“Sure you don’t.” James grinned and lay harder on his best friend. “Y’know what this reminds me of?”
“If you say it’s like the time I tried to beat up the alter boy--”
“--it’s just like th’time you tried to beat up the alter boy.” James confirmed, batting away Steve’s hand when the blond made a grab for his throat. “In fact, I feel like I sat on you exactly like this to keep ya from gettin’ your butt beat with a hymnal.”
“Damn it.” Steve wheezed a few times, then finally managed the leverage to shove James off and to the side. “Why are you so heavy? Last time we wrestled I destroyed you.”
“Last time we wrestled you were super juiced and I was still a good ol’ boy from the poor end of Brooklyn.” James jumped to his feet and hauled Steve up next to him. “Least now the playing field is even.”
“I guess.” Steve went for a beer and tossed one to James. “I hate that it’s the case though. M’glad to see you, but I hate seein’ you like this, you know?”
“Don’t.” James tore the top off the beer and shook his head. “I don’t wanna talk about it yet, Stevie.”
“Alright.” Steve took a sip of his beer and nodded like ignoring the elephant of the Winter Soldier in the room wasn’t making him half insane. He should just be happy to have Bucky back, he should just be happy to have his friend back, they didn’t have to talk about everything bad yet. “Alright, well have you heard about World Wrestling Entertainment on TV?”
“World Wrestling…”
“WWE?” Steve’s goofy grin almost split his face. “They dress up in funky costumes and wrestle each other with all these fancy moves. I watch it on Saturday nights. We could watch it and drink beer and yell at the TV and then try the moves on each other!”
James fought and lost against an equally goofy grin. “That’s what Captain America does on Saturday night? Watch fake wrestling and drink beer?”
“When I’m not out blowing buildings up and hurting people until they told me how to find you.” Steve took a long drink of his beer, blue eyes glittering with a flash of anger. “But I found you, so now I get to watch bad television and try to get drunk with my best pal.”
“Sounds like a good time.” James raised his bottle in a cheers, and when Steve turned to head towards the living room, James picked up his phone and sent a quick message to Tony.
From James: Three days with Stevie has been great, Tony but I sure wish you’d call me back. Pep says you’re probably just giving us space but I don’t want space from you. Call me back.
“Buck!”
“Comin’, Stevie.”
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The sunrise from the top of the Eiffel Tower was incredible to see and Tony watched it while munching on possibly the freshest, most delicious croissant he could have ever imagined eating ever.
He’d been to France a hundred times, he’d even been to Paris and the Eiffel Tower specifically a hundred times but he’d never broken the sound barrier while coming in for a landing that had him on very tip toes at the very tip top so he could test the absolute balance of the suit while eating a breakfast he’d bought with a Rolex for since he never had any cash on him.
The croissant was worth the Rolex though, the look on the vendor’s face when Iron Man landed in front of his stall completely priceless and the view of the sun coming up over the city would have only been worth more if someone had been there to share it with.
“Sir, the hotel is calling. They want to know if you will be staying another night.”
“Tell them no.” Tony shook his head and crammed the last bite of croissant into his mouth. “Three days in France is enough, I saw the coast and the city and the countryside so it’s time to move on. I read in a pamphlet that there are something like twenty thousand castles in Germany, is that true?”
“Most have been converted to hotels and museums by now, but yes sir, there are several thousand that you could visit if you wanted.”
“I want.” Tony decided. “Let’s get a map and go sight seeing.”
“Sir, the effort of assembling and disassembling this particular suit--”
“Yeah, I know.” Tony interrupted. “It stresses my system too much. But I’ve never just traveled for the sake of traveling and the best way to do that is at some number with Mach in front of it. Plug in some coordinates and let’s go.”
“And the phone calls from Sergeant Barnes and Ms. Potts?”
“Send Pepper a message and let her know I’m just fine.” The sun lit up the grounds below the Tower and Tony took a deep breath of early morning air. “I’ve disappeared for longer doing much worse than sight seeing, let her know this isn’t anything like the last time I did a tour around Europe.”
“And Sergeant Barnes?”
“Tell James--” Tony closed his eyes and swallowed. “Tell Bucky that I hope he’s enjoying his time with Captain Rogers and that I’ll get in contact with him when I return home.”
“An estimated return date, sir?”
The face plate snapped down and locked and Tony blinked a few times as the display screens filled in, the numbers uploaded from the blood toxicity monitor bright red along the bottom right hand side.
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“A couple weeks, maybe.” he muttered, and then louder, “No, don’t bother with a return date. Just tell him I’ll call him when I’m home again.”
“Yes sir. To castles, then?”
“To castles.” The suit powered up with a roar, and Tony offered a quick salute to the crowd gathered down below with their phones and cameras out. “Maybe we’ll ever get lucky and find a dragon.”
“I think you’ve fought enough battles for one life time, sir”
Tony’s smile was a little melancholy. “You’d think so, huh?”
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From James: Got the message from JARVIS and I hope you’re back home soon. I’m feeling more like myself every day, all my memories coming back. Some days it feels incredible and some days it feels like I’m living a strangers life, but me and Stevie are figuring it out together.
From James: Do you ever watch WWE? Stevie loves it and has a bunch recorded...or TV’ed? I dunno. Anyway. He says he would be Hollywood Hulk Hogan if he ever went into the ring and I told him there’s no way he could grow a mustache like that, then he punched me.
From James: The dude’s a punk whether he’s pint sized or full sized.
From James: Miss ya, sweet thing.
“The best thing about this century is the food.” Steve said around a mouthful of deep dish supreme pizza. “Not only can I eat everything without getting sick, but everything is so damn good. Deep dish pizza in two dozen flavors. Chocolate milk-- have you had chocolate milk yet, Buck? And mozzarella sticks? They just deep fry cheese! Just deep fry it and then serve it to ya with a bunch of sauce. The other day I ate about a hundred of them and didn’t get a stomach ache. Incredible. And oh man donuts.”
The big blond picked up another piece and folded it in half so he could take a big bite. “Have you had donuts yet? So many flavors. All of them delicious.”
“Tony took me to get donuts a few weeks ago.” James checked his phone again and then one more time. It had been nine days now since he’d last seen Tony, his text messages going unanswered and phone calls dumped to voicemail. Nine days and even though every second spent with Steve gave James something of himself back, every second spent away from Tony cost him something too and it was a delicate balance between wanting and losing and James hated it.
“We ate them up inside that big donut down by the pier in Malibu.” he continued and Steve mumbled interested around a glob of cheese. “It was uh-- it was his birthday and he said he’d always wanted to sit up in the donut so I boosted him up. It was a good day.”
“Tony knows about the super serum.” Steve ventured and James made a vague ‘I guess’ motion. “Did he know about it before all this?”
“Don’t think so, or at least he never said nothing.” James picked off a bunch of pepperoni and tossed it away, then smiled begrudgingly when Steve immediately scarfed it up. “You still eat like you’re starvin’, Stevie. You used’ta do that all the time.”
“Yeah, and you used to pretend like you were never hungry so there was always more for me.” Steve helped himself to the rest of the pepperoni on number two of their three large sized pizzas. “Even after I got all Captain’d up. You doing that now?”
“Maybe I’d eat my fair share if you’d stop eatin’ so fast.” James scowled and slapped Steve’s hand away from another piece. “M’hungry too, you know!”
“Sorry.” Steve put both hands up peacefully, then lightning fast snatched at the last of their two dozen bread sticks. “Okay, now I’m sorry. I swear. Tell me more about Tony though, you don’t talk much about him. Is he a lot like Howard?”
“No.” James said shortly. “No, he’s nothing like Howard.”
He was quiet after that and Steve chewed through a bite slowly and took his time to swallow before asking, “Buck, should we talk about--”
“When did you start feeling like you fit in?” James cut in and Steve took it for the hint it was. Bucky did not want to talk about Tony yet and Steve didn’t really know why but he knew better than to push. “When did you start feelin’ like you weren’t just pretending to be normal?”
“About a week ago when you walked through that door.” Steve didn’t hesitate to answer as he pointed towards the apartment entryway. “The second I saw you I stopped feeling like I had to keep up some sort of appearance and I could just be me again. Not Captain Rogers, certainly not Captain America. Just Steve. Stevie. Didn’t have to check my strength to hug you, didn’t have to pretend I didn’t want to cry for finding you again, don’t have to act like everything’s okay when it’s not.”
He said the last sentence pointedly, meaningfully. “You’re my best friend, Buck. You saved my ass that first time I didn’t need it at all in elementary school and every time after. You were there the first time I tried to kiss a dame, coached me through the uh--” he coughed. “--mechanics the first time I was with a dame. Dunno how that all worked though, seeing as how you weren’t ever interested in what was up their skirts.”
“I found my way up there a time or two.” James smiled a tiny bit remembering those first awkward, fumbling times with the girls around the neighborhood. He’d been young and fuckin’ horny and even though he found himself looking at the fellas more often than not, the girls sure liked his blue eyes and swagger so that’s the direction James had leaned. A learning experience for sure, one that taught him how to please a dame and that dames weren’t the ones he wanted to be pleasing all in the same swoop.
“Well either way, I could always be myself around you.” Steve finished with a half hearted shrug. “And it’s the same now. I’ve been outta the ice for three years and this is the first time I’ve felt like I wasn’t pretending. Right here with you.”
“Three years, huh?” James’s heart sank thinking about years of never feeling normal outside of time with Steve and Tony, years of catching himself before acting, years of dealing with internal dialogue that rang like hollow commands and the instinct to first destroy and then run from anything that made him uncomfortable. “M’real sorry about that, Stevie.”
“It’s alright.” Steve put the pizza down and wiped his hands. “I never fit in back then anyway, Buck. Not when I was skinny and scrawny and orphaned after Ma passed, not when I was super charged and wearing tights. At least in this century I’m not the biggest guy in any room, there’s entire sports teams my size and bigger. No one outside of SHIELD knows I can bench press a helicopter, but I’ve been called one of those ‘corn fed midwestern boys’ at least a half dozen times and I’m not sure what exactly it means, but it sounds All American and normal so I’ve been letting it go.”
“Sure, I gotta pace myself on my morning runs so no one gets suspicious, and I’ve gotta be careful shaking peoples hands. I nod and smile through a lot of conversations cos I dunno what a tweet is or why JT brought Sexy Back or why it left or nothing. but hell Buck.” Steve grinned again, all boyish charm and nearly unbridled enthusiasm just like he’d always been. “If that’s the worst I gotta do to get by as normal? Then it’s fine by me.”
“And with you I just don’t gotta pretend even that amount, so it’s nice.” Steve tapped at his chest, right over his heart. “It’s like being able to take a full breath in after battlin’ a cold all season.”
And after a pause, “Don’t you feel like that with me?”
James shoved most of his pizza into his mouth just to avoid answering for a minute, unsure how to tell his best friend that every time he heard the words Captain America something went tense and tight inside him, a trigger like a warning, like a mission, like an objective that had blared loud the first time they spoke. The reaction had been almost impossible to ignore at first, but had finally started to ease the in the last few days and it made him sick to his stomach.
He didn’t understand why Stevie of all people would make him itch. This was his best friend, his best pal, and James shouldn’t feel anything but happy around Steve. Comfortable. Home. Not having to fight the instinct to go of the offensive every time he saw that damn shield.
It was frustrating and disheartening and even thought it waned a little more every day, James still hated it. It was just another reminder that he wasn’t Bucky anymore, that there were parts of him Steve would never know and never understand.
Tony knew those parts though.
Tony knew him.
Tony knew James.
“Buck?” Steve asked, soft and a little hurt but trying hard to hide it. “Do you feel like that with me?”
“I don’t have to pretend with you, Stevie.” James clenched his left fist just to prove it and the beer bottle shattered in his palm, spilling glass all over. “Don’t gotta be careful when we wrestle or worry about sayin’ the wrong thing or keeping up on all the technology. But--”
“--but there’s a whole bunch about you I don’t know anymore.” Steve finished resignedly. “And a lot about me you don’t know anymore. What happened after you fell changed me and what happened while I was in the ice changed you and I’ve been living one life for three years while you’ve still been putting pieces together…”
He nodded. “I get it. It’s okay. It’s okay.”
“Sorry, Stevie.” James closed his eyes and wished and wished and wished that he was still Bucky. Just Bucky. Just good ol’ boy Bucky who pulled Steve out of back alley fights and hid stolen kisses from nameless faces in the dark.
Life was so much simpler back then...
...simpler and hidden and filled with so much less laughter and love.
James didn’t want to be hidden anymore. Not now that he knew what it felt like to be found.
From James: Tomorrow Stevie wants to take me to a baseball game, turns out the Yankees still play so we’re gonna get hot dogs and cracker jacks and boo the visiting team like we used to. Would be more fun if you were there.
From James: Miss ya, sweet thing.
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86%
“Tony.” Pepper looked up in outright shock along with every other board member who had never seen Tony Stark on time for anything much less for a quarterly board meeting. “Um. Hi?”
“Don’t mind me, Ms. CEO.” Tony slid into the chair next to Pepper and patted at her knee. “I just figured I could make an appearance for once. As the on-staff mechanic for Stark Industries I am very interested in board meetings. Please continue, don’t let me interrupt.”
“Al...right.” Pepper blinked at least a thousand times, then cleared her throat and mentioned for the person at the front of the conference room to keep talking. “Sorry for the interruption, please continue.”
The meeting droned on, and Tony lasted all of two minutes and four seconds before patting at Pepper’s knee again and whispering, “Hey. You’re allergic to strawberries.”
“Yes.” she whispered back. “Yes, I am but what does that have to do with why you’ve suddenly decided for once in your life to show up for a board meeting?”
“Because every year I get you something strawberry themed for your birthday.” he leaned in closer and lowered his voice. “Because all I manage to remember is there is something important to you about strawberries but this year, I remembered that you’re allergic and that’s why you always do that cute scrunch nose that means you’re pissed off but trying to be polite.”
“...you are one hundred percent correct.”
“And I am one hundred percent sorry for taking like fourteen years to figure it out.” Tony reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box, pressed it into Pepper’s palm beneath the table. “But I couldn’t resist buying you one last strawberry.”
“One last strawberry?” she muttered and Tony nodded. “So this will be the last time you buy me something I’m incredibly and ugly-allergic to? You promise?”
“I promise this will be the last time--” the very last time. “--I buy you something you’re incredibly allergic to.” Tony swore. “And by the way? You’re never ugly. Not once in your entire life have you been ugly.”
“I feel like you’re sucking up to compensate for being gone for two weeks with no word.” Pepper hissed, then raised a hand apologetically when several heads swiveled their way. “And another damn strawberry isn’t going to make up for the fact that I’ve been worried sick for-- Holy shit, is that real?!”
Whispering forgotten, Pepper clapped her hand over her mouth when she cursed out loud in the meeting over the sight of this particular strawberry. “Tony Stark what the fuck?!”
“Uh, forgive us guys.” Tony laughed and put a hand over Pepper’s mouth too. “And I’m just now realizing how embarrassing it is that I don’t know any of your names considering you’ve been my board members for the past twenty years, but you’ll have to excuse the new CEO. Apparently there are some things that do rattle the always unflappable Ms. Potts.”
“Yeah!” Pepper blurted. “Like when I’ve got my hand on a ridiculously big--” Tony snorted a laugh and Pepper jumped to her feet to drag him out of the board room while calling apologies over her shoulder.
“Tell me, Ms. Potts.” Tony asked once they were in his her office. “What ridiculously big thing do you have your hand on?”
“Tony, what is this?” Pepper opened the box again and held up the beautiful huge ring. “Is this a pink diamond? Why--”
“This is the Strawberry Pink Diamond.” Tony took the ring and slipped it onto Pepper’s middle finger. “It’s out of Brazil. Do you like it?”
“The last strawberry thing you’re going to buy me is a strawberry diamond?” Pepper’s voice was still doing that high pitched squeaky thing. “Tony, what is this for?”
“It’s because I love you.” he said simply, and tossed the box onto her desk. “And because the ring was ridiculously over priced which meant I had to have it and I couldn’t think of anyone else who would look half this pretty wearing it.”
“It’s so big.” For all her practicality, Pepper couldn’t help gaping at the arrangement, at the beautifully pink center diamond and the contrasting blue gems around it. “Tony, seriously what the hell, it’s so big. It’s like an iceberg! I can’t even see where the Titanic hit it! What is this, four carats?”
“Almost exactly.” Tony smiled to himself watching Pepper smile so big. “Do you like it?”
“Well I can promise to never complain about strawberries again if this is what you mean!” Pepper flushed in pleasure, holding her hand up to the light to watch the sun sparkle off the stones. “And I’ll also never complain about you disappearing if you always bring me back sparkly things.”
“The next time I disappear, I’ll bring you back sparkly things.” Tony promised, swallowing around the grief clawing up his throat. “Now how about you step off those sky scrapers you call shoes and give me a kiss so I can go home and shower. The trip back from Brazil was a sweaty one.”
“You’re disgusting.” Pepper laughed softly and bent down to kiss Tony very gently on the lips. “And I take off my heels for no one, Mr. Mechanic. Not now that I’m the CEO.”
“That’s my girl.” Tony laughed right back, then picked up her hand and kissed her palm. “The ring looks better on you than it ever did on display in that jewelry store. Keep it. Wear it all the time.”
“Thank you.” Pepper pulled Tony in for a tight hug. “I’ve been worried about you, are you okay? After you got James together with Captain Rogers you just fell off the map. I’ve been worried.”
“Well I’m just fine now that I’m squished in your boobs.” Tony mumbled and Pepper jabbed at his side with a quick, “Oh shut up, you don’t even like boobs.”
“Pepper, everyone likes your boobs.” He countered and she huffed and pushed him away. “How late are you in meetings tonight?”
“At least another couple hours.” Pepper smoothed the wrinkles from her suit. “And don’t think I don’t see you dodging the question about James. Dinner tonight and we can talk about it?”
“I owe Rhodey a grossly big steak, but we can have breakfast tomorrow?”
“Of course. I’ll make you something delicious.”
“You’ll have donuts with me and not complain when the cream filling splooges on your blouse.” He countered and Pepper sighed. “Love you.”
“I love you too.” Pepper paused at the board room door and blew him a kiss. “I’m glad you’re home again, Tony.”
“Me too, Pep. Me too.”
86%
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James woke screaming--
--James woke trying to scream, shredding the blankets between his fists and arching up off the bed and then something pinned him down and he tried to scream louder--
“Bucky!” Steve was shouting at him, grabbing at his arms and laying all his not inconsiderable weight across the other soldier. “Bucky! Wake up! It’s a nightmare, bud! It’s a nightmare, just wake up!”
It was cold and James was scared. It was cold and he was falling. It was cold and it hurt so bad when they took his arm, when they cut torn tendons and sawed away splintered bone and it was cold when they shoved him into a container and it was cold cold cold as the ice climbed the window and silenced his scream and--
“Bucky.”
James jerked awake, surged forward and grabbed for Tony, “Tony?!”
“Hey hey hey, it’s me. It’s Stevie. It’s me.”
It was blue eyes not dark brown. Blonde hair not soft curls. Mouth set in a grim line instead of lips parted laughing.
It was Steve, not Tony.
“Stevie.” James fell forward and collapsed into Steve’s arms, let his friend take his weight and soothe his shaking. “Jesus Christ.”
“What is it?” Steve ran his hands through James’s hair, across the broad shoulders, skittering away from the hard edge of metal to press at James’s back instead. “What was that? Was it like--” he swallowed. “--was it like after Azzano when you had nightmares? About what they did to you at the camp?”
“No.”
“Winter Soldier stuff then.” Steve nearly whispered, and James nodded almost imperceptibly into his shoulder. “The-- the chair they kept you in? The cryo chamber?”
“Fuckin’ cold, Stevie.”
“Yeah.” Steve felt around for a blanket and drew it up around James’s shoulders. “Yeah, I know how that feels.”
They hadn’t really talked about it, about James’s time with Hydra. Steve had confirmed only enough to explain the flashes James got, the tactical knowledge and the way he could measure potential injuries with just a glance. Steve had mentioned the chair, which explained the panic attack in Tony’s lab. He talked about the memory wipes and the cryo freeze and the way they’d used James for decades which is why his memory and concept of time was all over the place.
Steve hadn’t talked about the missions. He swore on the Bible, on puttin’ flowers on their Ma’s graves, on the time they’d gone on the Cyclone and Stevie had barfed for hours-- he swore he hadn’t read the files, promised Natasha had burned them all the ash, told James over and over that it wasn’t about what he’d done as their prisoner, as their captor. It wasn’t even about what had been done to James, it was about him being safe and about him being home.
So no, they hadn’t really talked about it, nothing more than a few confirmations of James’s fears and then the topic had been dropped.
Why dwell on the past when they both somehow had a new future? Why stress about all the things they couldn’t control when they finally had the chance to move on?
No, they hadn’t really talked about it, nothing more than just enough to bring James’s nightmares back and Steve felt guilty about it every time.
“I shouldn’t have told you.” he started and James shook his head, “I needed the answers, Stevie. Needed them. It’s okay.”
“You want some hot chocolate?”
“Want some cheeseburgers.” James grunted. “Want a damn cheeseburger.”
“Okay where from--”
“I got a guy.”
From James: Happy, I need a burger.
From Happy: I’m already a glass of wine deep into my evening and watching my Downton Abby, what in the hell am I supposed to do about that?
From James: I need a CHEESEburger.
From Happy: I’ll call a guy who knows somebody. Give me an hour.
An hour later there was a polite knock at Steve’s apartment door, and the fanciest dressed delivery guy either of them had ever seen smiled, handed over a greasy bag of cheeseburgers from James’s favorite franchise, then turned on an expensive heel and stalked away.
“Uh Buck?” Steve held up the bag in confusion. “Why did we get cheeseburgers delivered by some guy in a penguin suit?”
“Happy knows a guy who knows somebody.” James was freshly showered and feeling better, but he felt better better when he could flop down on the couch and tear into the food. “Have one Stevie, they’re so good.”
“...what’s with the cheeseburgers?” Steve sat down slowly and reached for one of the paper wrapped sandwiches. “Why does it seem like a big thing?”
“It’s Tony’s thing.” James explained, wiping ketchup from his mouth. “Or Happy’s thing for Tony, I dunno. Something about how any time Tony’s having a hard time, he wants cheeseburgers and it’s Happy’s job to get them. Pep has a bad day, Happy grabs some cheeseburgers. Rhodey--”
“Rhodey. You mean Colonel James Rhodes?”
“--Rhodey.” James nodded. “Rhodey even gets them, and the first time me and Happy hung out, he got ‘em for me too. They make me feel better.”
“Alright.” Steve took a bite and chewed thoughtfully. “Buck, you don’t ever talk about Tony. I mean, you talk about him but you never come right out and say anything real. Why not?”
“Why does it matter?”
“Cos I watched you hide for years.” Steve said bluntly, and James flushed. “I watched you sneak out way late at night to meet someone and then see the same person in the daylight and act like you’d never seen them before. I watched you dance with the dames just so you didn’t have to stand alone at the wall. I watched you hide and now we’re both here in a time where you don’t have to hide…”
Steve let the sentence dangle, but James didn’t answer. “M’just sayin’ Buck. The man that showed up here cared an awful lot about you, and I can see it your eyes you care about him. I sorta thought you’d have a damn wedding ring on your finger when you came in, or figured I’d get a hug then you two would run off into the sunset. So why don’t you talk about him?”
A beat of silence, and Steve added awkwardly, “Is it-- I mean, you ain’t ashamed, are you? You don’t have to be ashamed, Buck. I know the neighborhood fellas were real assholes back in the day but it’s okay now, you know? People are okay with all of that now, with fellas liking fellas and-- girls-- you know.”
He spread his hands vaguely. “Or anyway, most people are, and we can just punch the ones who aren’t.”
“M’not ashamed, Stevie.” James denied. “Just uh-- “ he chuckled softly. “You know how I used to punch you if you’d come and try to talk to me about Peggy? Figure you’d do the same thing if I told you about how me and Tony get in bed.”
“I definitely don’t want to hear how you and Howard’s kid are in bed.” Steve immediately objected, and then softer, “But I loved Pegs and I feel like what you and Tony have got is more along those lines too, yeah? So why haven’t you talked to me about him?”
“Stevie.” James bit at his tongue until it bled-- and then healed-- as he tried not to think of the dozens of messages he’d sent in the last weeks, the phone calls that hadn’t been answered, the way Pepper had texted to let him know Tony was in Malibu but was buried in some project in the lab and barely talking to anyone, not to take it personally.
But James was taking it personally because he physically ached to get Tony back in his arms. Because every morning he woke up in Steve’s spare bedroom instead of Tony’s bed felt awful. Because he felt like he was hiding away again instead of being free in the pure sunshine that was Tony’s smile.
He was miserable and maybe even a little heart broken and missed Tony until he hurt from it.
Steve was his best friend but Tony had found him.
“He found me, Stevie.” James whispered and the Captain stilled next to him. “Tony he-- he found me. I was nothing and I was nobody and Tony saw me from across the room and found me. I didn’t even know my last name or how long I’d been homeless or what the hell I was doing in D.C. and Tony didn’t care. He found me and he saw me. He saw me.”
“He gave me a home.” James opened and closed his left hand, silver fingers gleaming. “Put me back together. My body, my heart-- hell Stevie, I think he gave me my mind back.”
“So why haven’t you talked about him?” Steve pressed. “Buck if he found you and gave you a home why aren’t you two goin’ after a happily ever after together? Been long enough in the making, don’t you want it?”
“Course I want it, but Tony hasn’t talked to me since he brought me here.” James tightened his fingers into a fist. “He’s not answering my calls, he’s not getting my texts and I don’t know what’s going on. Sure seems like what I want and what he wants are different things.”
“No way.” Steve denied. “No way. He probably just figured we’d need the time to catch up. Seventy years apart makes for a lot of conversation, Buck. Maybe Tony thinks he’s doing you a favor or is bein’ subtle so it’s not awkward if you decide you want to stay here or whatever.”
“There’s nothing subtle about Tony.” James disagreed. “Nothing subtle or tactful or-- or anything like that, not when he’s being funny, not when he’s being nice. Hell Stevie, the first time we were together he sat me down and just told me he wanted to take me to bed, or wanted me to take him to bed, whichever I preferred. He told off some high and mighty politician who looked at me wrong and I-- I know he’s sick.”
“I know he’s sick.” James finished on a sigh. “That’s why I’m so worried. He’s probably at the doctors at the hospital and ditched me here with you so I wouldn’t have to see him go through it. He lied to me about it all the time and I can’t even be made about it cos he was doing it so I wouldn’t worry. Me and Ms. Potts and Rhodey and Happy.”
“So he’s not being subtle about letting you stay here, he’s being pretty damn obvious that you should stay here.” Steve clarified. “Is that what you’re saying?”
“Yeah, I guess that’s it.” James’s pale eyed dimmed in distress. “Half of me thinks I should show up and force him to talk to me. The other half knows I should let him work through it how he wants. I’m just worried. I had enough of watchin’ you almost die every winter Stevie, I don’t want to do it with Tony too.”
"...exactly how sick is Tony?” Steve asked slowly. “Cos I over heard Fury and Natasha talking about him the other day and they sounded worried too.”
“I don’t like Fury, Steve. He’s got too many secrets.”
“Yeah, even his trench coat’s got secrets, I know.” Steve pulled out his phone and dialed a number. “And I dunno why he was talking about Tony, but let’s just call and ask. No worries. We’ll figure it out.”
No worries, Steve said like there wasn’t anything strange about a man like Fury talking with a woman like Natasha about Tony.
No worries, Steve said like James could ignore the uncomfortable that had crawled down his spine the first time Fury had shown up and looked him over with his one good eye and made an unimpressed noise in his throat while patting at his gun with his free hand.
No worries, Steve said like James had been able to sleep at all the last several weeks knowing Tony was out there who knows where and alone and ignoring calls and messages--
“Captain Rogers. I thought you’d be too busy with your boyfriend to report in for duty.”
“I’m not reporting in for duty.” Steve said blandly, and then almost belatedly, “Oh and Buck isn’t my boyfriend. Sheesh. No we wanna know why you and Nat were talking about Tony the other day. Bucky hasn’t heard from him in a few weeks.”
“No one has heard from Stark in a few weeks.” Fury answered shortly. “The guy’s been finalizing his will and naming beneficiaries and spending the last couple weeks sight seeing everything the world has to offer. You can’t expect a dying man to keep up on text messages.”
Silence in the apartment, and Steve turned wide, horrified eyes to James.
“...what did he say.” James whispered in disbelief. “What did he say about Tony dying?”
“Director can you repeat--”
“Romanov gave him a shot in the neck the day he barged into your life, but it wasn’t meant to last long term. You telling me the world’s best soldier and your best friend Mega Scary Assassin didn’t notice the black lines all over his chest and crawling up his neck?”
“Tony is dying?”
“Palladium poisoning thanks to that battery in his chest.” Fury had the good grace to at least sound somewhat apologetic about dropping the news so unexpectedly. “Rogers, Barnes, I really thought you two knew. Figured you were giving him space to die in peace.”
Silence silence silence and then the sound of something breaking and Fury waited a beat before asking, “You still there?”
“I need transportation to Malibu for Buck!” Steve sounded like he was running now, breathing hard as he pounded down the stairs and out of his apartment building. “I need it now! Something fast!”
“Pick up location?” Fury asked over the noise of horns honking and someone screaming in alarm. “Rogers? Where are you and Barnes?”
“Bucky took off running down the goddamn freeway.” Steve shouted. “He’s going too fast for me to keep up--”
“--Shit, I didn’t think anyone could outrun your spangled ass--”
“--I need a craft for pick up as soon as possible! Give me an ETA!”
“I can have something airborne from HQ in two minutes. What’s his current position?”
“Running along the top of the bus past the bridge at fourth?”
“Oh motherfuck--”
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“Sir?”
Tony’s hands were shaking as he picked up the blood monitor, and he hissed in pain when his nearly fried nerves lit up in agony over the tiny prick.
“Sir, if I could interrupt?”
“Jesus Christ.” Tony’s legs gave out and he slumped back into a nearby chair, one hand over his heart, the other clutched tight around the monitor. “J-- what-- what--”
He was panting, sweating, hardly able to take a breath without his chest seizing, the black lines at the reactor and his neck trailing down his arms and almost to his fingers now. His vision went blurry if he stared for more than a few minutes, he was constantly thirsty and damn near dehydrated and the little bit of food he’d managed the last few nights had ended with him stumbling back to the bathroom and vomiting until stars burst behind his temples.
He was so scared.
“J--”
“Sir, Sergeant Barnes is on his way up the drive.”
“...what?”
“A distinctly non civilian air craft dropped him off in the street and he is up the steps and nearly at the door. Should I allow him in?”
“Please…” Tony’s head lolled back as he tried to breathe. “J, please--”
“Tony?” A shout from upstairs and pounding footsteps as the soldier ran down the stairs to the lab. “Tony? Sweet thing?”
“Thank god.” Tony managed only a glimpse of pale blue eyes and silver fingers before his vision went black. “James--”
“Tony!”
...The blood monitor slipped out of Tony’s hand and fell to floor flashing a steady ninety-one percent.
...91% and when James reached for Tony, the beautiful brunette was too cold, too still, barely breathing.
...“Tony?”
91%
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Chapter Notes:
Tony sits still for 2 mins and 4 seconds because the IM2 run time is 2 hours, 4 mins.
I didn’t want to skip the strawberry part of the movie, but I like my version better. THIS is Pepper’s ring and honestly, I totally want one.
I grew up watching WWF/WWE and I will probably watch it till the day I die.
We made a purposeful decision to avoid any CACW related angst in this fic. The idea that who James/Bucky IS will always be more important than who he was, what was done to him/what they made him do and I think everyone deserves to be seen as a person first and foremost instead of their list of past mistakes and/or trauma.
That being said, 91% is a reference to 1991, the year the MCU WS ruined Tony’s life but in this verse, the number where James comes to his rescue.
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I went to the toilet and when I came back Becky Lynch was holding the Smackdown title and the entire Summerslam watch party was furious.
and they really shoulda been, because fuck that entire segment. goddamn it, i'm still bitter.
like, becky returning is great! love to see her back in the ring, she's one of the best in the fuckin world. but bianca made history in such a fuckin beautiful and meaningful way, and got so fucking over with fans despite getting some fucking terrible booking because of how goddamn good she is as a wrestler, and how goddamn bright she is as a human. to take that away in a fucking squash is fucking ridiculous, and whoever made the decision to book that is a piece of shit.
they did the same thing to kofi, didn't they. spectacular moment that people still talk about years on, terrible booking while champ, brock lesnar comes out and squashes. history repeats.
i know i dunked on summerslam yesterday morning before it started, but i swear to fuckin god i watched it in good faith. i want to like wwe, but they keep stamping out my already weak hope that they're actually worth watching.
becky fuckin lynch is back, and i'm not even excited.
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Survey #365
“i’m numb to the pleasure, but still feel the pain”
Are there palm trees where you live? No.
Do you own any Hello Kitty stuff? If so, what? No.
What’s your favorite flavor of ice pop? Blue raspberry.
Do you like animal print? What’s your favorite print? Not really. I think animal "print" only really looks nice on, well, animals.
Does your dad have any facial hair? Yes.
What do you think of foot tattoos? They're not my favorite, but some look nice. I myself wanna get "11121" (a Silent Hill 4 reference) "carved" onto the top of my feet.
Do you like bugs or do they scare you? Some do. I've gotten more into them though as my passion for tarantulas expanded to other inverts, like mantises.
Ever seen the movie Chernobyl Diaries? If so, did you like it? If not, do you want to see it? I haven't, but I'd be willing to watch it. I find the whole Chernobyl incident to be extremely fascinating, so I'd probably like it.
Did your senior class in high school have a class trip? Where did you go? Bitch I wish. :/
Do you have an instagram account? What’s your username? Yeah, two: brittanymphotography and eldritch_obscura.
Do you like Gir from Invader Zim? I think he's cute.
Do you or would you ever own a gun? Why or why not? No thanks. If I'm not mistaken, I can't legally obtain one anyway because of my suicidal history. I'm fine with having like, pepper spray and a bat handy by the bed, lol.
If it was offered for free by a professional, would you get your hair dyed platinum blonde? For FREE? Fuck yeah I'd try it.
What do you normally order at Dunkin Donuts? A chocolate frosted donut, and sometimes a plain/cake one.
Do you watch football? Favorite teams? No.
What about WWE? Favorite wrestler? That's an even bigger no.
Funniest thing you’ve ever heard a teacher say? Okay so this is hard to actually explain and it be funny. I had this amazing, kinda charismatically awkward history teacher in high school, and when talking about some legal stuff I can't remember, she deadass quoted "Without Me" by Eminem ("if the FCC won't let me be...") like so casually and everyone fucking died, just from knowing her and her personality. It was just very unexpected.
Do you wear a lot of makeup? What do you think of girls who do? No. Girls can wear however much makeup they please.
Do you have a savings account? Are you good at saving money? No. I can't really answer the second question because of me never having a steady flow of money.
Would you rather have a relationship or casual flings? Relationship, 100%. I would never have a casual fling.
Do you know anyone that’s part Native American? Yes.
Who was your favorite Spice Girl? I remember none of them.
Have you ever tried to poison someone? Yikes, no.
Have you ever saved anyone from a fire? No.
Have you ever had a seizure? No. I've had sudden spasms, but never a full-on seizure.
Have you ever had an out-of-body experience? No.
Have you ever had a black eye? No.
Have you ever had a tooth pulled? No.
Have you ever had pneumonia? I have not.
Have you ever had tubes put in your ears? Yes, as a baby.
Have you ever been shot with an arrow or bullet? Thank god no.
Have you ever had kidney stones? No.
Have you even been bitten by an venomous animal? No.
Have you ever thought about being in the military? Fuck no. I wouldn't qualify, anyway.
Have you ever been sedated or put under anesthesia? Yeah.
Have you ever used shrooms or any other hallucinogen? No.
What upcoming event are you most looking forward to? I can barely believe my tat appointment is almost here lakjsd;ajwlej;rwe
What was the last song you heard? I'm currently listening to Motionless In White's synthwave edit of "Voices" they just put out. I looooove it.
What time did you wake up today? Maybe like, 5:20?
Is there a vase in the room you’re in? No.
Have you recently been insulted? Yes.
Compared to someone else of your age and gender; do you feel that you have a lot to offer someone? N O P E
How many days a week do you work? I'm unemployed.
Is there ONE person you feel more connected to than others? Yes.
What is your worst relationship quality? I obsess over the person probably leaving, so especially at the beginning, I'm paranoid and distrustful. I want to emphasize that I'm not the asshole that snoops through her partner's phone out of distrust, but still, the fear is just there.
What was your most recent serious injury? A serious one? Man idk. I've had a lot or negligible and smaller ones, but a big one... *shrug*
What were you most recently happy about? I was happy to see "synthwave" in this video title, haha.
Are you a fan of cake? Oh yes.
What is your favorite insect? Butterflies.
Is your town beautiful? Ew, no.
Do you prefer the city or the country? THE COUNTRY.
Have you ever witnessed an eclipse? Lots of lunar eclipses.
Do you wear lipstick often? No.
You’re going on a date with someone you like. What would you like to do? Considering the pandemic, probably just like... grab fast food and sit and eat at a park. That'd be cute.
You’re hanging out with your best friend. What would you like to do? It'd be nice to get back to Avatar: The Last Airbender while hanging out with Doris (her beardie that I adore), too.
Have you ever written or considered writing a play? No.
Who is considered the “black sheep” of your family? Why? Ha, me. To begin, I like all the "dark" stuff, I'm the unreligious one, the one with political beliefs unlike most of my family, I'm not doing what I should be...
Why is your favorite movie your favorite movie? It's just a masterpiece. I love love love animals, African one especially, and I find it to be an amazing story of courage and dedication to family. Plus I shamelessly love all the songs, haha.
What’s an odor you hate? GASOLINE. FUCK.
What’s a sound you hate? Fingernails on a chalkboard. Or screech-y noises in general.
If money was no issue, what would you like to do right now? I was initially gonna say go to Yellowstone, but fuck that hot weather this time of year. So, this brings us back to Venus' terrarium; I'd want to get a new one and better materials.
What’s something you’re so good at that you take pride in your skill? I wouldn't say I'm "so good" at it, but I do take pride in my writing.
What’s something you’d never ever dare to ask another person? Hm. Under ANY circumstance, I guess "are you pregnant?" There's almost like... no situation where I'd be comfortable asking somebody that.
What’s the worst/best thing you’ve done without your parents knowing? We're not getting into that lmao.
Do you know anyone who has a hearing deficit? No.
What is one thing stopping you from becoming a veterinarian? I could never stand seeing so many hurt and dying animals and still be okay at the end of the day.
Are there any opinions you used to have even a few years ago that you look back on and think, “I can’t believe I ever thought that way”? THERE ARE!!!!!!!!!!! A LOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The last time you cried, what was wrong? I fell and skinned my knees when stepping over this barrier Mom made to keep the damn dog out of the hallway and thus my room to fuck with the cat and eat his food. I previously twisted my ankle, fell backwards, and had one other accident with it despite moving stuff, and I didn't cry from pain, just massive frustration. I want this dog GONE.
Do you like multi-choice tests or tests you have to write out? Multiple choice.
Who last called you ‘beautiful’? Couldn't tell ya, bud.
Have you ever caught a firefly? Yeah, I did that lots as a kid.
Do you own any camouflage? No.
What’s the stinkiest pet you’ve ever had? Uhhh I dunno.
Have you ever been on the news? For what? No.
Have you ever seen one of your friends get arrested? No.
Do you put sprinkles on anything? No, I hate sprinkles.
How do you like your steak? Medium well.
Long hair on guys: yes or no? Yaaaaaaaas.
Is there a basement in your house? If so, what is it used for? No.
When was the last time you started a new medication? It's been a while.
What is your favourite type of nut? Cashews, I think.
Where did you eat the best pizza you’ve ever eaten in your life? I'm so fuckin basic, like my genuine answer is Domino's lmaooo.
Did you ever watch The Rugrats when you were a kid? Yeah, I loved that show. I even had the two video games; I was obsessed with the first one in particular.
Do you know anyone who was adopted? Yes.
Do your parents’ professions match their college degrees? No.
Do you write shopping lists on paper or just remember it in your head? I don't do the shopping, so. But I would definitely need to write it down.
Have you ever used a lawnmower? No.
Have you ever consumed so much alcohol that you vomited? No.
Can you tie balloons? No, actually. My hands are just too shaky.
When was the last time you were at a pet store? A few weeks ago when we got rats for Venus. Ugh, it is SO overpriced; they come in a box of two, and as I feed her twice a month, it's honestly quite a bit of money. Like if I remember correctly, it's around $16. FOR TWO. SMALL. RATS. I've recommended we just buy them in bulk NOT from an overpriced chain pet store, but the problem with that is then we have *too* many, and the nutritional value of frozen rats apparently does degrade with time, so I don't want to feed my snake poor food. So it's just an annoying thing we have to do.
Have you ever taken a pregnancy test? Not like, an at-home one. I've been tested before surgery, but that was just a safety protocol.
Does your ex still think about you? "The" ex, probably not.
Honestly, who is the last person to tell you that they love you? My mom.
What is the last state you were in besides your own? Virginia.
Would you go down to see the Titanic if given the chance? Man, that's kinda tempting. Maybe. It'd be super cool.
Have you ever seen the Hollywood sign in real life? No.
Did you ever see a scorpion in the wild? No, they don't live here.
Do you type the proper way? Have you ever typed on a manual typewriter? Yes to both.
What was your maternal grandmother’s first name? Cecelia.
Name a word that people use locally that outsiders probably can’t pronounce. Conetoe. You said it wrong.
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#I've already forgotten watch match this was#Daniel vs Dean I think?#and the boys are always such a delight at ringside during one of the other's matches#I couldn't stop laughing at that second one#post close call I believe#and Seth is still in that no no no pose but now he's relaxing and it's holy shit oh my god#and roman just in the back with his hair right across his fuckin eyes like stressed the hell out and jfc#and I just love these boys#seth rollins#roman reigns#the kingslayer#the big dog#rolleigns#wwe#everafter-in-neverland original#welcome to the originals
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L O V E for Nakaou
Fluff Meme
Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?
Unlikely situation to EVER HAPPEN. However.. if he were to ever. It would be a very. very vulnerable moment for him.
"I-I love you.. So so very very Much- so Much it Makes My heart hurt... Hurts to sit here and pretend iM fine With being friends.... Shit.. Can.. We pretend this d-didnt happen? Hahah..."
On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?
Super SUPER painfully obvious. You can practically see the fucking hearts in his eyes and how much he stares. He will get caught staring. Everyone around him KNOWS he's staring too.. He sighs a little and has a dopey ass smile on his face.. Blushing just a fair bit.... until his friends come over and crowd around.. Teasing the shit outta him.
"H-Hey!!! not cool!!! What the hell!!"
"☆ Awh looks like someone is upset cause we blocked his view from his little boy toy~ ☆"
"X OHOOO.. Nice taste Nak! Tell me, is he lookin for some ink? X"
"HA! WWho WWouldVVe Thought! You're Into That Fuckin Guy??? Don't WWorry Guppy!!! WWe Got Ya!"
Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?
He values any of his quads with a great deal of seriousness and thinks of them as important.. but he is always waiting for the inevitable day they grow tired of him... and leave. So it often seems like he's grown just slightly.. anxious.. about the relationship.
He values it good amount- if his quad asked him to come out and he was hanging with friends? Well.. sorry folks. Nakaou here has gotta go. Put in a rain check. His quad down in the dumps while he's taking care of some stuff at the farm? Taeily will cover him. He's heading down!
Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?
Nakaou is rather passive by default. He rolls with whatever and is pretty chill and relaxed. He isn't particularly the best at asking for affection- he's shy god damn it! He needs someone to take the wheel!
"UhM.. Can I get a.. a uh.. Kiss? P-Please? <:3c"
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who are some of your favourite wrestlers currently?
God, I have far too many, but I’d say that right this minute, a lot of my favorites are from New Japan and AEW. Obviously I have people in WWE that I love, but like, I don’t watch WWE anymore, because I have standards, and there isn’t a company in wrestling more evil to the core than WWE, and I mean that unironically. They’re actually run by someone who I would love to see pay for all of his crimes.
Anyways, as far as AEW goes...
I love John Silver, the now de facto leader or The Dark Order, a team that used to be an evil cult until their, like, previous leader, Brody Lee, for real actually died in an extremely tragic lung problem complication. It fucking sucked, and I hope his family is doing good. That being said, John Silver is fairly short for a Pro Wrestler, but he’s also JACKED TO FUCK, and fast as all hell on top of that. He’s a genuinely fantastic wrestler, and funny as all hell, definitely having a sense of humor inspired by certain comedians like John C. Reilly (specifically Steve Brule) and the like.
I’m also SO into Fenix, and always have been. I love high flyer wrestlers, and it can not be denied that he is the best high flyer in the world. He’s also fuckin wild because he’ll just... do shit. Every single match he’s ever been in, especially in recent times, he will show me something I’ve never seen, and if it’s something I have, he’ll do it in a WAY I’ve never seen. He’s fuckin so next level.
I’ve been behind in New Japan recently, but I fuckin know that I would still be an absolute slut for my guy Hiromu Takahashi, who has stayed one of the most entertaining wrestlers in some time. I’m excited though, as he maaaay be getting to the age that he has to move up from the Junior class of wrestlers (Basically, you have to be under a certain weight to be considered a Junior) and I would LOVE to have his unhinged ass as the heavyweight champion some day.
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