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Alpha!Robby/Late Blooming Omega!Reader/Omega!Moon

(Unedited) (a/b/o, Smut, Knotting, Threesome, Omega’s First Heat) ( @gemini-sensei )

•Originally Moon and Robby were the first ones dating each other. It was the start of senior year and everything was new to them. Between them being in their final year of high school and being together for about two years. It was kinda blissful for the two mates. A lot of people still couldn't believe they even got together, believing they were too far apart life-wise. But they were extremely wrong. Both parties are actually pretty similar and have a lot in common. They complement each other perfectly.

•Moon loves the fact that Robby is mostly down to earth and Robby loves the fact Moon is all about the earth. Both of them strive to be better and do good. Even though they come from different backgrounds they still understand each other. Moon pushes Robby to be the best just as Robby does it back to her. Pushing each other to thrive. Moon helped him with school work and he helped her with after-school activities.

•At school they are the basic alpha and omega couple. Moon is sweet and kind, making sure to cuddle and love on Robby as much as she can without getting pda detention. Robby does the same as he scents her every time she is near him. He hugs her and scents her up as much as he can. They cling to each other softly and nonchalantly. Small peaks when in the public view, but also hot make-outs in private corners of the school. Lots of tiny laughs mixed with soft kisses.

•For a long time that is how their relationship went. It was blissful and never got bored. That senior year changed their bond, for the good. Early into the school year is when things slowly started to shift. That is when they first meet the cute and shy introverted Reader. It was all by accident when they met her.

• They were walking in the hall together holding hands. Moon was telling Robby about a project she was doing for one of her classes and how she might need some help with it. Robby was paying attention to her more than what was going on around them at that moment. They only stopped in their tracts when a loud bang filled the hall way making them and a few others look towards where the sound came from. Robby out of instinct pulled Moon to his chest. They watched as some jock alphas pushed the chubby girl into a locker. Laughing as she winced in pain after being slammed into the hard metal.

“Freak!”

“That's what you get, your a fucking senior and you haven't even presented. Just say you're a beta at this point.”

Those were just a few insults they heard as the jocks passed them.

•Moon was the first one to wall over and ask if the chubby girl was ok. The couple was sure she was new by the fact that they had never seen her bed. Not in class or even in passing. Robby walked over a minute later and was a little shocked. He tried his best to hide his own shock as he sniffed the air. There was nothing, no scent or anything connected to the girl. Most alphas like himself had a thick strong scent while omegas has more soft and potent scents, betas had a slight scent but nothing like the other two. This girl had nothing. She clearly never presented which was basically unheard of these days.

•Moon was quick to introduce both of them. Robby gave a small wave at the very embarrassed girl but she still gave a small smile back. The three talked for a few minutes before the next bell rang. They found out they were right and that she was new, her name was Reader and she had just transferred to West-valley. She was a senior like them as well. Moon was happy to look at her schedule and point out a class or two that they were apparently in together, one or two she was in with Robby. They were happy to show her around and even walk her to class.

•Within a few weeks, they could call each other friends. The couple grew to like being around the chubby girl more and more as time went on. Once they broke through her thick wall of shyness she was adorable. She followed them around almost like a puppy. Unlike some of their other friends, she never had anything bad to say about their relationship. She actually at one point said that they went together extremely well. Like they were made for each other. Moon was so excited when she said that and of course hugged the girl tightly. Reader got a little flustered as the kind girl squeezed her. Robby just sat by laughing.

• They didn't realize how close they were getting to Reader until people pointed it out. Sam and Yasmine told Moon that she was kinda hanging out with both Reader and Robby more than just hanging out with her alpha, Robby. Moon had never thought about it before. Miguel and Hawk where quick to say something about the fact that he was scenting Reader just as much as he did Moon. Which they thought was weird seeing Reader...wasn't anything. She wasn't a alpha or omega, she wasn't even a beta. She didn't even need to be scented. He didn't know why but he growled at them. Deep down he didn't like the way they said that about Reader.

•Months passed and they grew even stronger as three. Between school and their personal lives they got even closer. If Robby wasn't with the boys or Moon he was with Reader. If Moon wasn't with Robby or the girls she was out with Reader. The three of them almost grew inseparable as time passed. Over time they learned more about each other, in and out. The pair was shocked once again when they finally got the full story about what was going on with Reader biological. She was embarrassed to talk about it for fear that they wouldn't like her anymore. they of course made the biggest effort to show that wasn’t the case and that they wouldn’t care. They liked her for her not what her biology said.

• She explained that she thought hitting puberty would cause her to present in middle school like everybody else. Then puberty hit and she never presented in middle school. She felt like she was a borderline freak by the time she was in high school because she still hadn't presented. By sophomore year she had gone to a doctor and they had no answers for her. Now she was a senior with still no signs of her presenting any time soon. She didn't care what she ended up being, she just wished it would happen soon so she could know. The omega and alpha felt for her as she sobbed out her story and feelings. They hugged her and scented her, trying their best to comfort her. Now knowing this, they would try their best to see from her perspective on things.

•After that they tried to include her more in their activities. They both understand she hasn't presented, but why not try and make her feel included? Moon started to show the things she liked to do as an omega. Like making nests and collecting things. Explaining some of her feelings as an omega. Reader of course hung on to every word she said. Robby tried to explain how his emotions and instincts worked. Telling her and even showing her some things alphas like him did, like extreme exercise and scenting. It wasn't long until they were actively courting the girl. Adding them into their own little pack. They didn't know what it would be like to be an alpha/omega couple with someone who hadn't presented but they still tried to make it work. It was a learning process for all of them.

•One day they were at Moon’s house having a day in. Just talking and cuddling together in Moon's bed. Robby scented the girls as they lay together. Moon pressed up against Reader’s side as Robby held them both from the other side of Reader. It was sweet and soft. Then suddenly Reader needed to go to the bathroom. She got up and moved towards the bathroom and closed the door behind her. For a while Robby and Moon just sat there, waiting for her to come back. But after a while they started to get worried when she didn't come back. They both got up and walked to the bathroom door. Moon gave a small knock.

“Reader are you ok? you’ve been in there a while. We just wanted to check on you.”

A soft voice answered back.

”I uh, there are some things happening in here and it’s kinda embarrassing….”

Moon and Robby sheared a look for a second before a light went off In Moon’s head.

“Oh Honey did you get your period? I have pads under the sink or tampons-“

“That’s not it- it’s something else…”

“Can I come in? Robby can stay out here of course.”

“Ok…”

The lock on the door flipped and the door cracked open, but that was enough for them to smell it. Moon slipped on before Robby could instinctively poke his head in.

•Moon knew what was happening the moment she stepped into the bathroom. The thick scent that covered the room had her head fuzzy. Just one look at the girl who was now panting while cupping her self on the toilet had her knowing what was going on. She was presenting, as a omega.

“Moon it hurts, and it….it won’t stop leaking down there. I’m so hot. Moon~” the soft girl whimpered, her thighs clenching. Moon softly smiled as she walked up to the girl. Eyes soft as she looked down at her.

“It’s ok honey, your presenting as a omega. Your going into your first heat.”

“But why-how I-“

“It’s probably because you where around me and Robby so closely today. Robby was scenting us a lot. He might have triggered you into your first heat on accident.”

Reader whinned as Moon kissed her on her warm forehead.

“Do you want Robby and me to make you feel better? You don’t have to say yes if you're not ready. First heats are extremely rough though so I want to give you options.”

“I-I want to feel better…please Moon it hurts….”

•Moon helps her clean up the best she can and leads her out of the bathroom. Robby is clearly excited as he smells the newly presented omega. As soon as they are out of the bathroom he is sniffing her up. Taking on the new scent of his newest mate, it’s so sweet it makes his teeth hurt a little. He wants to fall into her scent and bathe in it forever. Moon guides her to the bed and lays her down, she’s basically limp as it is. All she can do is whimper and purr, asking for help.

“She’s gone into heat and she wants us to make her feel good.”

“Was it because I was scenting her to hard? Did I do this? I didn’t meant to…”

“Robby don’t do that, she was going to present at some point. This was probably the best time anyway because we are both here to take care of her~”

•Moon is quick to strip along with Robby. She makes a show out of stripping Reader of her clothes and tossing them on the floor. Reader is flustered as Moon starts to play with her naked body. Playing with tits, groping and squeezing them. She pinches her hard nipples and tugged at them. Her hands move to crease her soft belly, tracing her soft skin and rolls,grabbing her. Her fingers move to play in her wet puffy pussy lips. Her folds are drenched and slick spills all over, it ruins her thighs and ass. It’s warm and sticky as it flows from her hungry hole. Moon smiles and bits her lip as she plays with the girls engorged clit and then spreads her folds. Her finger tips slide into the twitching hole of her pussy.

•Reader squirms in pleasure as the other omega plays in her sopping channel. Her fingertips grazed over the spazzing walls of her cunt. Suddenly Reader jerks and squirts around the two small fingers that were buried inside her. It sprays and splatters over a standing Robby who just moans at the warm fluid. It coats his hard cock and already growing knot.

•Reader shivers in a cold sweat as Moon removes her fingers. She shoved them in her mouth and sucks on them. Moaning out in bliss because it’s a sweet but savory taste. It’s thick and warm and coats her tongue. She smiles at Robby who watches her lick and suckle at her fingers. He bends over the two girls and gives Moon a deep kiss. Tongues dance as they swap spit. Robby sucked up the new taste that is Reader’s slick on Moon's pretty tongue and lips. They pull away and moan out together, getting lust drunk on the omegas taste. A moment later he is bending down to kiss Reader as well. She squeals into the kiss as his cock rubs against her.

• They only part when it starts to become too much for the both of them. Moon reaches down and helps pull Reader apart, lifting her thick thighs and legs in the process. She kisses along the new omegas cheeks.

“Don't worry, Robby will go really slow and let you get comfortable. You're so wet that he can slide right in with no problem. Just relax and let him knot you.” She all but whispers to Reader who can only nod. Her eyes going up to look at Robby who is guiding his dick though her wet folds.

He slowly pushes in, tip popping through her tight ring of muscles. Her channel clenching around him as he pushes in. He holds onto her legs as he bottoms out, his knot popping in but quick to slide out with every new thrust.

•It only takes a few minutes of Robby fucking her brains out to get her screaming. Tears poured down her round cheeks, eyes threatening to cross. Her cunt is creamy and thick as it spills slick and her own cum. It coats everything near her, her mound, belly, thighs, and legs. It makes the sound of Robby’s hard thrusts even louder. Robby is gone as his mind is clouded by lust and her scent. He can't stop the way his hips grind against her or the way his balls wetly slap against her ass. The tip of his dick slams into her cervix but she barely feels it because she's so out of it. Her brain lust drunk by now. A few more thrusts and Robby’s knot finely swells enough and pops in, locking the two together. He growls above her and ruts into her. Knot swelled and his orgasm was moments away. Finally he unleashes rope after rope of cum into her, she finally goes lip as she has a boneless orgasm against him. Her walls clench and flutter as she cums around him.

Moon smiles as she watches them. Her eyes moved between the two and the girl's slowly bloated belly.

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startrekfangirl2233-writes · 1 year

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staaar!! congrats in 100!!! im so happy for you!

think you'll be up for bob x reader, person a going all out for person b's birthday? 👀👀 (maybe sprinkle in "show me how much you want me"??)

Fireball! Thanks so much for this request and your well-wishes! Here's Bob for you. He's very sweet and I'm happy to report that he does indeed fuck. This is Fluff Request 3 Person A going all out for person B’s birthday combined with Smut Request 7 "Show me how much you need me." I hope you like it!

The Cabin in Calabasas

Robert Floyd, for all of his mild-mannered, glasses-wearing, gentle visage, is a colossal lover of the outdoors. You’d met on a hike, of all things, up in the Calabasas Mountains. He’d seen you lagging behind your group of friends, snapping pictures of the vista, and kept pace with you. You’d chatted about anything and everything as you’d meandered on the cliffs. As the sun set over a ridge, you’d snapped a picture of his face, sweaty but grinning, the sun a halo around his head. That picture is still your contact photo for him, so many years later.

You have other pictures of him, too, on other days and other times where he made you feel like the luckiest woman alive. He’d confided to you once that he was surprised you’d looked twice at him at all. That you’d ever want to be in a relationship with him at all. The Birth Control Glasses, BCGs as they’re known in the Navy, he’d spit with vitriol, had been enough to deter others before. And that was if his colleagues would let him talk to a girl at all. Your Robby, the love of your life, he’d been so nervous when he’d asked you to marry him. He’d looked scared, scared that you’d reject him. Scared that you’d laugh in his face for even considering asking such a thing. He’d cried when you said yes, and that’s your favorite picture. The two of you, with red-rimmed eyes and huge grins, cheeks squished against each other as you stood on the mountain ridge where you’d met for the first time. Bob’s glasses were awry, and your hair was a mess, but you can’t remember being any happier than that day.

You’d stood by Robby through each deployment and each tour overseas. His most recent deployment, the so-called special detachment? You’d had a heart attack when he’d called you from the hospital to tell you that his plane had gone down, but that he was okay, only his glasses had broken. You’d overnighted his second pair of glasses to Miramar, California, and made him promise you he’d come back home.

Six months out from that mission, and a lot of things have changed. Robby’s now permanently located out of Top Gun, and you’ve joined him in Miramar. You still remember seeing his squadron’s faces when you’d walked into their local watering hole, the Hard Deck, two weeks after that mission and plopped yourself down in your husband’s lap. He’d grinned at you, wrapped an arm around your waist, and offered you some peanuts. You smiled, kissed your husband, and stole his soda in return. You’d turned to face the pool tables to see twelve pairs of eyes looking at you in shock. You could feel Robby’s grin and smug chuckle as he kissed your shoulder and introduced you as his wife.

So, all in all, life has been pretty good. You have your husband home and in your arms every night. And coming up on the eve of his twenty-ninth birthday, you’ve been planning up a storm. You’d found a friend of a friend with a cabin on the Calabasas only a couple of miles away from the ridge where you’d met Bob. She’d helped get the non-alcoholic sparkling grape juice up to the cabin and ensured that the oven was connected so you could pop your mother-in-law’s lasagna recipe into the oven when you got there. She’d also packed the cabin larder with all the food the two of you would need for a weekend away, including sticking the lasagna you’d prepped in the freezer.

On the morning of his birthday you wake him up with your mouth wrapped around his cock. This is a part of your Robby that you’ll never share with another soul. His breathy moans as he tangles his fingers in your hair while you choke on his cock? Yeah, that’s yours. Only yours. It’s a good morning all around when he fucks you in thanks until your legs are wobbling and his cum is dripping down your thighs as you brush your teeth while he shaves later.

The soft, sweet smile he gives you when the two of you pull into the parking lot at the trailhead in Calabasas is enough to send all the love you have for him glowing in your chest. The atmosphere is light as the two of you walk leisurely along the trail you’ve walked a million times before. You’ve got your camera in hand as you approach the top of the trail, and you’re busy as a bee, snapping pictures of everything that catches your eye. As a besotted fool, it’s no wonder that the subject of many of your photos is sweet Robby.

The two of you spend forty-five minutes on the ridge, stopping to eat a snack and drink some water, before you lead him onwards. You can see the confusion on his face as he pushes his glasses up his nose when you lead him off the path you’ve followed together so many times before. It’s only a half an hour more when you step out through the trees and see the cabin sitting in a charming little clearing in front of you. You stretch before tugging on Robby’s hand to get him to follow you.

“Angel, where are we? What’s going on?” He’s grabbed your hand and stopped you just shy of the porch steps. Your own smile is incandescent as you press into his skin and kiss his soft lips.

“This, Robby,” you say, gesturing at the cabin, “is your birthday present! A weekend in the Calabasas, with your favorite things and your favorite person.”

His eyes grow misty and fond as he reels you into a kiss which has you weak at the knees before releasing you to open the door. The cabin is exactly as it had been advertised, rustic and homey, and absolutely gorgeous. The kiss you get as Robby presses you against the now closed door is extra proof that he loves his present. As are his wandering hands as he divests you of your clothing before laying you down on the sofa.

“Angel, my darling sweetheart, my beautiful wife.” He’s panting as he looks at you spread out for him. “I love you so much. I thank my lucky stars every day that I met you on that hike. And that I was brave enough to ask for your number. And I thank you every day when I wake up in the morning and see you lying in bed next to me.”

“You thank me?” Your fingers are soft as you cup his jaw, running your fingers through the hair curling just slightly at the back of his neck. “Why?”

“Because you said yes when I asked you to marry me.” He presses a kiss against your breast before looking back into your eyes. “Because you make me so happy, every day. Because I don’t think I’d have found the strength to continue working for the Navy if I didn’t have you cheering for me every day, BCGs and all.”

It's your turn to cling to your husband as you kiss him with all your strength. Your hands wander, unbuttoning his shirt and shoving it off of his built chest before you undo his belt and unbutton his jeans. When you slip your hand in to cup his cock, he’s already hard, his thick length twitching in your grasp. As much as you love the man wielding the cock, you love his cock too. It’s thick and fills you up just right and you never fail to walk funny when he gets going. But while normally, Robby lets you position him as you want, today, he holds your hand.

His voice is throaty and sexy as he rasps, “Show me how much you need me.” Your moan is soft as you part your legs and hold apart your folds until he can see the glisten of your arousal. He drags his glasses off, setting them on the coffee table before he wraps his lips around your clit. This time, your back arches as he sucks on your clit, trailing his fingers through your slick before burying one long digit in your hole. You're seeing stars in no time at all as he slides another finger in and begins to scissor you open. This is always a requirement for when you have sex. You're often too sore when you take him without prep, something that worries him as much as it makes his chest puff with pride.

You're on the brink of an orgasm when he withdraws his fingers and you prop yourself up on your elbows to see what he does next. He uses your arousal to slick up his cock and the first blunt press of the head into you has your eyes rolling back into your head.

"Oh, Angel. You take me s'good. I love how tight you are." Robby peppers kisses across your chest and slack mouth as he fucks into you until you've taken him to the hilt. Your hands are curled around his neck as you kiss him, groaning as he begins to move. Each thrust hits that spongy spot in you that makes your toes curl. It's not long before you're babbling, walls fluttering spasmodically around his length as your orgasm approaches.

"Gonna fuck a baby into you, Angel. Gonna make you a pretty Mama. Can't wait to see your belly all round with my babies." His voice sends even more arousal pooling in your gut as you beg him to let you cum. It's only three short strokes before his fingers find your clit and your orgasm explodes behind your eyes. You can feel Robby's hips lose momentum as he spills into you shortly after.

For several moments, it's quiet. Sweat cools across your skin and his, before Robby pulls his glasses on and walks butt-naked into the kitchen to wet a paper towel and grab you a glass of water. His smile is sheepish and soft as he cleans the cum dripping from between your thighs before drawing you into his lap. You curl easily into him, loving the softness of his skin against your own.

"Robby?" Your voice is soft as you card your fingers through his hair. "What was it you said about wanting to put a baby in me?"

His face flushes, a blush rising on his cheeks as you kiss him before rising out of his lap and walking into the kitchen. He's right behind you as you preheat the oven, still naked, and pull out the lasagna from the freezer. His eyes are soft as they chronicle every move you make.

"Angel, I said I wanted to have a baby with you." His hands are gentle as he pushes you aside and gently pops the cork on the sparkling grape juice. He pours you a glass before sipping on it himself. The bubbles burst crisply across your tongue as you sip on the juice.

You can't resist the smile on your face as you step into your husband's arms before whispering, "Lieutenant Floyd, I think you need to get the prescription on those BCGs checked. There's a Baby Floyd On Board already. This one's been cooking for about 3 months."

He whoops in glee as he swings you around before kissing you hard, murmuring tearily into your ear, "Thank you for going all out for my birthday. I love you, Mrs. Floyd."

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leelee1234love · 18 days

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Miguel Diaz Fluff Alphabet

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist

Cobra Kai Masterlist

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

He loves to go to golf n stuff with you and to the park at noon time

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He loves your smile and especially your stomach he loves laying on it and using it as a pillow

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He would hug you and comfort you but he wouldn't speak because he wouldn't want to overwhelm you at all

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He would picture you guys in a beautiful home with your beautiful children and you all would be happy and healthy

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He always makes sure you guys are equal and that you both understand each other and make sure everything's acknowledged for the both of you

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

He could never hold a grudge for longer than a day because he would always miss you or feel bad etc. So he always apologised first and in the fighting situation he would usually argue by saying everything that's annoying him etc and then listen to your side but then add in the shouting and tears

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He is very grateful for you and always asks himself how he was so lucky to end up with you

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He doesn't usually hide things from you but he was a bit scared to tell you about his past with his dad but besides that no he doesn't have secrets

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You changed him in the way of his mindset when he's mad or upset so after a couple of your first arguments you kinda changed his perspective so now he will ask others perspective and will acknowledge their side of the story

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He doesn't always get jealous but he hates seeing you with Robby and he has told you before a lot to stay away from him

K iss - Are they a good kisser?

What was the first kiss like?

He's a good kisser and gives you very passionate kisses even if they're small or short and your first kiss was at golf n stuff on your second date and it was perfect

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Well he went to Johnny first and Johnny told him about golf n stuff so he took you on a date there and you both told each other how you felt and you started dating not long after that

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He would love to get married to you but definitely when your older and he would want it to be perfect but he wouldn't do it in public he would do it somewhere special and private

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

He loves calling you bubs/bubba but usually he calls you baby

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

He's sweet and gentle and gets you chocolates and flowers And it's usually quite obvious for others for example hawk and Demetri knew immediately when he first saw you at school

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

He's okay with PDA like he will kiss you in public and hold hands with you , cheek kisses and nose kisses etc.

Q uirk - Some random ability they

have that's beneficial in a relationship.

He loves to communicate with you about both your feelings and he's a chatterbox at night so he will always chat about his day etc which makes you fall asleep in less than two minutes

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He will give you gifts and give you his attention and especially his affection all the time

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He loves to help you achieve things but doesn't like doing things for you he likes to just help you achieve them if that makes sense

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

He prefers a routine but will change small things for you and him if either of you want to

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He knows nearly every small thing about you wether it's your blood type to you middle name he knows everything

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it's worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Your relationship is everything to him but karate has caused a lot of arguments in the relationship especially cobra Kai itself

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He keeps a Spotify album on his phone just for you and on his tv he has all your favourite films in a album on Disney + / Netflix etc.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

He's very affectionate if he hasn't seen you after school or if he missed you but even if he has seen you all day he will still wanna cuddle you and kiss you anyway

Y earning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

He will do karate to keep his mind off of it but if he can't then he'll just do the pillow trick by getting a pillow and cuddling it (pretending it's you)

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He said that if you had such a big problem with karate then he would give it up just for you after you did a breakup prank on him and you died right then and there

#miguel diaz #miguel diaz x reader #cobra Kai #karate kid #x reader #x you #fanfic #fanfiction #miguel diaz x you

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men-of-colors · 9 months

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Yesterday I finally saw “Barbie”, required watching for both the Woke and the AntiWoke.

Ryan Gosling never looked so buff or Simu Liu so sexy.

But I’m not here to talk about them.

There was something wrong that I could not place my finger on and after getting home I looked at several Barbie-sucks YouTube videos. They all had a point but weren’t quite MY point.

In Barbieland, the Barbies and Kens all live totally separate existences but also get along in perfect harmony. Nobody seems to give a second thought that the Barbies hold all positions of importance, all the way down to the janitors (arguably important because they actually hold a job), while the Kens are LITERALLY just decoration. Genitalia, thus libido per se, does not exist so neither does romance nor drama between the sexes. True, the Kens seem a little frustrated, but they manage while in truth there is nothing substantial going in the Barbies’ lives either.

At Barbie’s dream house, every night is “girl’s night”. Nobody knows what happens to the Kens at night, not even where they supposedly live. Girls hang with girls and boys with boys.

In other words, it’s a queer, queer, queer, queer world. Queer and peaceful and happy. All the fucking time. But of course no one fucks at all. Or ever. All that Ken meat and muscle around and not even a neck rub.

All that changes after Ken has seen the human world where Kens (men) are not just decoration but have this thing called Patriarchy which makes them important. And they have horses. Ken realizes this is what Barbieland needs: Patriarchy!

Ken gets back to B-land before Barbie does and gets to work. In what seems to be the space of a few hours, B-land is totally transformed and all the Kens have seduced the Barbies and are acting like rednecks. With mini-fridges full of beer.

Stereotype-Barbie returns horrified. B-land has become sexualized, and heterosexualized at that!

We’re not in Pleasantville anymore... (Speaking of which, Reese Witherspoon would have been much better as Barbie than Margot Robbie)

The fact that Stereo Barbie is horrified and works hard to get Barbieland back to the way it was (Pleasantville style), is what horrified so many reviewers. But others say that is exactly the point. But again, I’m not going there.

I had another take.

Seeing how in Barbieland, no one goes hungry (they can’t eat), they can beach all day and dance all night, and boys and girls are allowed (meant?) to live separate lives, it seems like a total queer utopia.

So the sudden loss of innocence in the Ken boytoys was particular poignant from

the perspective of a gay kid.

For most queersons, puberty is a time when their whole lives —fantasies and all—are reduced to a shambles, and they spend the next several decades trying to put everything back together again, only in a different grown-up version. There are no blueprints or social guidelines that serve as hints along the way.

So yeah, I understand Barbie’s horror though not for the same reasons. You can never go back to how it was.

What happened after that, well you can go see it yourself and see where you might fit in.

Anyway, I was hoping for some kind of funky version of La La Land mixed in with Pleasantville and the Truman Show, but Barbie was no La La Land. And that’s OK I guess.

You go out and watch it and see for yourself.

#barbie the movie #men in barbie colors #pink underwear #men in pink #hot pink #pink aesthetic #margot robbie #reese witherspoon #pleasantville #barbie and ken

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The Lioness and The Bear’s Cubs: The children of Elizabeth Tudor & Robert Dudley in my Tudors OT3 Universe.*

*(An alternate history in which Anne Boleyn, Henry VIII and Thomas (Frain) Cromwell are in a secret triad marriage from 1536, have eight children, Anne is always a beloved Queen and their oldest son marries Mihrimah Sultan and they bring in a truly progressive by modern standards golden world, minus colonialism and empire because it’s my wish fulfilment au)

Anne (b. 1552): As Elizabeth inherited her mothers title before her marriage of Duchess of Pembroke, so Anne, as the oldest daughter, inherited it in turn (to this day, the Duchy is passed to the oldest daughter). She married Matthew Cecil, son of William Cecil (I think this is hilarious due to the fact that okay, Robert and William Cecil aren’t as ‘…FUCK IT’S HIM’ at each other in this AU but they still kind of are, so the fact that their children marry each other is like, Cecil is delighted but also he really has to deal with ROBERT DUDLEY and vice versa). They have eight children - William, Robert, Elizabeth, George, Anne, Turhan, Henry and Mihrimah.

Anne is her fathers favourite child, without a doubt. She is also extremely like to her maternal grandmother Queen Anne in looks. Incredibly intelligent she becomes a renowned poet in her adulthood - corresponding with other learned women from across the European and Islamic worlds, she loved to experiment with form and style - particularly admired for her series of sonnets. Known to love wearing green, can ride better than both her parents, charms everyone.

Also she’s her cousin the King’s secret spymaster but that’s an entire other story I might even write one day.

Henry (b. 1557): Duke of Leicester after his father. Married to Cecily, daughter of John de Vere, Earl of Oxford. He is the father of three children - Robert, Mihrimah & Thomas. Harry is tbh, a giant womaniser - he and his wife are friends but they married for reasons of companionship and children, not love, though they are fond of each other. He is the courtier, the one who absolutely inherited all his fathers Dramatic - often joked that he should have been an actor upon the stage. Not so much a scholar, though he’s definitely smart, he is a brilliant musician and dancer though. Also known for his fashion sense - he wore ‘brilliant robes of deep black with golden trim’ and an expert jouster which gives his parents approximately fifteen heart attacks.

Thomas (b. 1557): Henry’s twin. He married Halime, Lady Stanley and they are the parents of four daughters - Elizabeth, Maryam, Soraya & Philippa. Thom is the one who manages the Leicester Estates and he’s happy doing that - his hobby is gardening/garden design and the gardens of the family seat are still famous to this day - he wrote a whole number of works on gardening and gardens and corresponded with gardeners from all across the world. Almost certainly has a plant named after him. Ambitious but his ambitions go into gardening.

Robert (b. 1559): Sailor, traveller and early travel writer (in that he wrote a chronicle of his travels). Lord High Admiral for his cousin King Thomas II, he travelled as far as Indonesia and lived for a long time in his cousin Maryam’s court in Persia, where he fathered a daughter Parisa with a woman named Tahmina. So so much wandering feet - language nerd in the extreme, Robbie definitely wanted to learn all he could about the world and was a superb commander and leader. Credited with building the modern navy.

Marian (b. 1580). Marian died in 1680 and was her parents Extremely Surprise Late In Life Child. She was christened Mary but everyone called her Marian. She first married Alfonso, Duke of Ferrera (who I think might be a descendent of Lucrezia Borgia) with whom she had four children - Francesco, Giovanni, Contessina and Lorenzo and secondly Turhan, Earl of Surrey with whom she had twins Turhan & Mihrimah. Marian is amazing - she lived through the English Civil War and the Restoration Period and then the return of the monarchy under her relative Queen Charlotte Askala - during the period of the Restoration King she helped to smuggle out refugees from the Restoration Regime - particularly Jewish, Muslim and other non white families using her contacts in Italy as well as her noble blood to get away with it well into her old age.

She’s the painter of the family - particularly learning from female artists in Italy - her surviving landscape works hang in the Albion National Gallery today and her informal sketches during the Restoration Regime remain a valuable insight into this period of history.

#tudorsedit #lils edits #ot3: political power trio #tudors ot3 verse reference #otp: my robin #pending graphic tag #alternate history

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What the Future Holds: A Wadlow Sibling Fic

it's senpai's b-day, which calls for a special fic! this took 3 days to write (february 19th to today, the 22nd) and was a lot of fun since it's something a little different! enjoy! ;D (shoutout to @robert-273-fan, who came up with betty and harold jr's stories!)

what will senpai be doing 5 years in the future? the sibs might have an idea...

“Happy birthday to you!” a chorus of voices sang.

The Wadlow family clapped as Robert blew out his candles.

“Congrats!” Betty said. “You’re officially eighteen now!”

“He’s been eighteen for hours.” Eugene reminded her.

“Since six-thirty in the morning.” Addie added.

Robert smiled. “I didn’t quite feel eighteen earlier, but I sure do now! The cake looks delicious.”

“I heard it’s your favorite- strawberry shortcake,” Harold said. “But we won’t know for sure until we have a piece!” he added with a wink.

Harold Jr. grinned. “Yay, cake!”

Before long, the cake was distributed. The siblings relaxed in the living room afterwards.

“This has been a great birthday,” Robert said with a smile. “I hope there will be more like it for years to come!”

Betty smiled as she said, “Look at this!”

She held up Thursday’s issue of the Alton Evening Telegraph. On the first page was a photo of Robert standing next to a tree. The siblings were on his other side.

“Hey, there’s me!” Harold Jr. exclaimed, pointing to his pouty little self.

Betty ran a hand through her bangs. “Still a good decision! Although I sort of miss being bangless.”

Helen frowned. “Even all these years later, it’s still so weird to see us in the paper.”

“It’s neat being famous,” Eugene said. “...Or, partially famous. We still have Robbie to deal with.”

“I’d rather you be famous than me,” Robert smiled. “I’m not one for the spotlight. Although I’ve gotten used to it.”

Betty noticed something else in the newspaper. “This says, ‘Five years ago today, Mr. John Wood and Miss Carol James wed. They were high school sweethearts before their marriage.’ Aww, how sweet! I can see that happening to someone…”

Robert tried not to feel her arm nudge or notice the cheeky look she was giving him. He knew exactly what she was hinting at!

Harold Jr. had to get ready for bed, leaving the other siblings to read the paper.

“I can’t imagine what I’ll be doing in five years,” Helen remarked. “What do you think you’ll be doing in that time, Robert?”

“Who knows?” Robert asked. “It’s best to take things one day at a time.”

“I know what he’ll be doing!” Betty exclaimed.

...

It was a bright summer day in 1941. Robert was at his high school reunion.

...

“Reunions start at ten years, not five.” Eugene pointed out.

“Well, in the future, they thought otherwise,” Betty said. “As I was saying…”

...

It was a bright summer day in 1941. Robert was at his high school reunion, which was the very first fifth reunion ever. It was a huge success! Everyone was dancing to the latest song, Love Is In The Air. Robert certainly thought this was true. He went up to Marilyn Stanton, who was chatting with some friends.

“Ahem.” he said with a clearing of his throat.

Marilyn turned around. “Oh! Hello, Robert, my love.”

“Hello, Marilyn, the loveliest of all my loves.”

“Get a room!” an aggravated Eugene called (from in the story or real life, no one knew!).

Robert smiled. “I know of something better than a room,” He got on one knee. “Marilyn Stanton, will you do me the honor of becoming Marilyn Wadlow and becoming my wife?”

Marilyn gasped. Tears came to her eyes as she exclaimed-

...

“No way,” Robert cut into Betty’s story. “She’s just a friend.”

“Sure, tell that to your yearbook!” Betty said with a smile. “I caught a peek at the Camera Club page. You’re standing right next to her!”

“That was just a picture.”

“I remember walking down the hall before the Yearbook Club’s last meeting before winter break. Marilyn said hello and you sounded awfully shy,” Helen told Robert, her eyes coy. “Not insinuating anything, though! Just reminiscing…”

Robert rolled his eyes. “Marilyn and I are friends and club members. That’s all there is to it.”

“Sure, you say that now, but what about in five years?” Betty asked. “Anything could happen! And that anything is…”

...

“Yes!” Marilyn exclaimed with a smile. “Yes, I will marry you, Robert!”

The crowd cheered!

Robert and Marilyn kissed, which they’d do again at their wedding a few months later. Eugene was a groomsman, Helen was a bridesmaid, Betty was a flower girl (or flower woman since she was the very mature age of seventeen) and Harold Jr. was the ringbearer.

Robert stood at the front of the aisle with the priest. When the music started, he nervously adjusted his bow tie. Then Marilyn walked into the church with her father. She wore a pretty silk dress that flowed out a little at the bottom and the longest veil! It was hard to see past the tulle fabric, but her smile was clear as day. It took forever for her to get to the front of the aisle, though. And when she did, Helen whipped out her viola and played a solo!

“Do you, Robert, take Marilyn to be your lawfully wedded wife?” the minister asked.

Robert smiled broadly. “Yes, I do.”

“And do you, Marilyn, take Robert to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.” Marilyn replied.

“You may now kiss the bride!”

Helen played the Here Comes the Bride song as Marilyn raised her veil, revealing her excited flushed face. It grew even more so when Robert raised her up! Now at eye level, they kissed.

Five years later, Robert and Marilyn went to their tenth anniversary reunion… with their kids! There was Charlotte, Tom and little baby June. Everyone thought they were so adorable! (And they thought Betty was the best aunt!)

The Wadlow couple lived in bliss and their family lived happily ever after. The end!

...

“That was sweet,” Robert said. “Not a particularly realistic one, but it’s nice to think about marrying and starting a family,” He frowned at Betty’s look. “Not with Marilyn.”

“We’d have a minister at a wedding, not a priest. That’s Catholic,” Helen corrected her sister’s story. “I approve of the surprise viola solo, though.”

Eugene scoffed.

“What’s your problem with it, hmm?” Betty asked with a cross of her arms.

“It’s too happy. There needs to be excitement, tension!” Eugene said.

Just then, a pajama-clad Harold Jr. ran into the room.

“I know an exciting story!” he said.

He scrambled to the floor to give his idea of the future.

...

It was five years from now. Harold Jr. was nearly nine years old, which is very grown up. He was now a Boy Scout just like his big brother!

“Okay, Scouts, we’re going to have a fun day today..” said Scoutmaster Big Brother.

Scoutmaster Big Brother was actually Robert! Harold Jr. thought it was so much fun to have Robert in the Scouts again. And Robert enjoyed being back.

“It’s time for the big swimming contest,” Scoutmaster Robert said. “So put on your swimsuits and meet at the lake.”

It didn’t take long for Harold Jr. to put on his swimsuit. He was the first one at the lake!

“Would you like to go first?” Robert asked.

“Yes, I would!” Harold Jr. said.

He started to put a foot in the water, but Robert stopped him.

“You need to wait for everyone else.” he reminded him.

Harold Jr. tried to wait, but the other Scouts were taking so long! Scoutmaster Robert went off to look for them. While he was gone, Harold Jr. dipped a toe in the water. It was just a toe! But then it became a foot, then an ankle, then a whole leg…

*SPLASH!*

Harold Jr. fell right into the water! He tried to swim up, but his shoe got caught on a rock. He was stuck! Through the water, he heard someone say something. It was a deep voice. He tried to reach up to the voice, but his breath was getting lost. He was getting so tired…

Just then, there was a big splash. Harold Jr. saw a huge hand grab his arm. It was Scoutmaster Robert! Harold Jr. pointed to the rock and his big brother swam down. He was strong enough to get the rock away from Harold Jr’s shoe. Then he grabbed Harold Jr. and took him up. Harold Jr. held on really tight as Robert swam through the water.

Finally, they heard a rushing sound. It was the air. They were free!

“Thank you, Scoutmaster Big Brother!” Harold Jr. said.

“You’re welcome,” Robert set his baby brother on the ground. “You need to remember to wait. See what happens when you don’t?”

“Yes, I do,” Harold Jr. felt all embarrassed because of that. “I’m sorry.”

Robert smiled. “It’s okay. You’re safe now. Are you still up for the race?”

“Yeah!”

Then Harold Jr. jumped in the water with the other Scouts. And this time, he made sure everyone else was ready! He only got fourth place, but that was okay. Harold Jr. knew his big brother’s love was enough.

...

“Aww,” Betty said. “What a sweet story!”

“Yeah, that was great, Junior.” Robert agreed.

Harold Jr. gave a proud smile.

Eugene then said, “Here’s what I think will happen…”

...

February 22nd, 1941 was a day no one would forget. Robert was celebrating his twenty-third birthday in a rather… interesting way.

“I hereby declare Wadlow’s Shoes to be officially opened!” he hereby declared (whatever that means).

Then he cut a comically sized ribbon in front of him. As it fell back, Helen played a celebratory song on her viola. Betty and Harold Jr. applauded, smiles on their faces. Mom and Dad- I mean, Addie and Harold held each other close as they wiped away touched tears. The only family member missing was Eugene.

“I wonder where Gene is.” Robert wondered.

“He’s off getting a college degree,” Helen said. “But who needs him? There are plenty of people here already!”

Before anyone could speculate, a bunch of reporters pushed Helen aside. They pelted Robert with questions.

“Why did you decide to open up a shoe store?” one of them asked. “A fall out with Peter’s?”

“Oh, no, Peter’s and I are on good terms,” Robert said. “They helped fund this store. I’m very thankful for their donations!”

He led the reporters into the store. It was stocked with all kinds of shoes, from sneakers to heels and boots to slippers and even regular old dress shoes.

“Wait,” Harold said. “Where might your shoes be, son?”

“They’re right over here, Dad,” Robert told him. “Right in the display window.”

But when he pointed to the window, he was shocked to discover that one of them was missing!

“Where did it go?” Harold Jr. asked.

“I… I have no idea. It was here this morning,” Robert said, stunned. “Why, it was stolen!”

Gasps and whispers floated through the crowd.

“Oh my!” Addie exclaimed. “Who would do such a thing?”

Betty frowned as she said, “He did!”

She glared at the reporter with a point.

“Why would I do something like that?” the reporter asked. “I’m an honest man!”

“Oh, sure. You’d do anything for a story! Anything to stir up some drama.”

“I swear I didn’t take that shoe. I’ve never even stepped inside here until today!”

Helen started walking away, her viola in hand. She headed towards its case, which was tucked in the corner of the store.

“Wait a second,” Robert said. “I know who it was…”

Just then, Eugene walked in. He saw Helen walking past. The display window was right over her shoulder. His eyes widened.

“It was Eugene!”

“Wha- me?” Eugene asked in surprise. “What did I do?”

“You stole Big Brother’s shoe!” Harold Jr. said.

“I’ve been at college all day. There’s no way I could’ve done it.”

Harold stepped up. “Didn’t I ask you to check the store first since it’s on your route?”

“Yeah, but I just took a peek in. I was nowhere near the window.”

“Wait!” Robert exclaimed. “It’s Saturday. You couldn’t have been at college.”

“It was for one of my classes-”

“That’s it!” Helen yelled. “It wasn’t Gene…” She stepped up. “It was me!”

Everyone gasped.

“You stole my shoe?” Robert asked in shock.

“We should’ve known,” Betty said. “She was always pulling that stunt back in the day.”

Helen lowered her head. “Yes, I did. But Gene suggested it!”

Eugene flushed. “I only did it to distract everyone.”

“Why?” Harold Jr. asked.

“Everyone’s talking about Robert. We wanted reporters to give some attention to the rest of the family. Besides, we need a little excitement.”

Robert chuckled. “I think there’s enough excitement with the store opening! Fess up, Helen.”

After setting her viola in its case, Helen moved it aside. She opened a secret panel… and revealed the shoe!

“We’re sorry for causing all of this.” she apologized to Robert, the shoe in her hands.

“Yeah, we didn’t mean any harm,” Eugene added. “Just buzz.”

Robert smiled. “I understand. But before you put that shoe back…”

He turned to the reporters. Helen, Eugene and Robert all smiled as the camera snapped. They didn’t just capture Robert and his shoes… They captured everyone together.

...

“What a story!” Betty exclaimed.

“Yeah, it had me on the edge of my seat.” Robert said.

“The plot twist was great,” Helen smiled at Eugene. “Nice job.”

Eugene smiled back. “Now that’s how you tell of the future.”

Just then, Harold Jr. let out a big yawn.

“Looks like it’s time to get to bed.” Robert said with a smile.

“No!” Harold Jr. exclaimed. “I wanna hear the last story.”

Everyone looked at Helen expectantly. She looked down at the paper before giving her vision of the future…

...

February 22nd, 1941 was a day no one would forget.

A sweet sound floated through the air. It came from Helen’s viola.

“Bravo!” Harold Jr. cheered.

“Brava.” Eugene corrected him.

Helen bowed. “Thank you!”

“That was lovely, Helen,” Robert said. “Just like this birthday. It sure is nice to not be in front of crowds and whatnot!”

“Look, you’re in the paper!” Betty exclaimed.

She showed him the article. All it said was, ‘Robert Wadlow Celebrates Birthday. Robert Wadlow turned 23 years old today. His only wish was to not be bothered by reporters and admirers, which will definitely be respected. He’s spending today in the peaceful presence of family.’

“It’s certainly peaceful,” Robert said. “And I’m glad that it’ll be that way for the rest of time!”

...

“That certainly sounds like an unforgettable day,” Robert remarked after Helen ended the story. “Although I doubt reporters will stop bugging me forever.”

Helen gave a shrug. “Who knows? Anything can happen.”

“That’s true,” Robert smiled at his siblings. “All of your stories were great. No matter what the future holds, I know it’ll be better with the ones I love.”

#robert wadlow #robert wadlow trash #senpai fic #fan fic #this is a story episode like in 'bob's burgers' and 'family guy'! ;D #it was fun coming up with different futuristic visions! ;)

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hello dear mutual! I have a question. I'm no longer in the fandom but I like watching from the sidelines. there was a poll asking if destiel will still be made canon and my question is: how. isn't the prequel planned about the parents? I would love an explanation cause I don't understand. thank you so much!!

Hello there friend!! I'm happy to explain, I love rambling about this batshit show so much!

So yes, the prequel is about the parents, but I'm not sure how much you know about it so here's a little primer: from what I've seen, it's actually Dean telling the story of how his parents met and fell in love, presumably while he's up in Heaven post-finale (y'know, where Cas is also supposed to be). Jensen and his wife Daneel are executive producing, and the prequel is being showrun by Robbie Thompson, known for writing such episodes as Goodbye Stranger (the crypt scene my beloved!!!!!!), Meta Fiction ("What makes a story work? Is it the plot, the characters, the text? The subtext?"), and Fan Fiction (the musical ep! With Sam teasing Dean about destiel!). So from the get-go everyone was like 👀 because Robbie has always been a destiel-positive writer! Plus, apparently, Daneel's favourite character is Cas, so it would make sense for them to bring Cas back if they (and Misha) wanted!

Please bear in mind that I haven't actually watched any of the prequel, i've just been living vicariously through my dash. People who have actually watched it/know more than me please feel free to add on/correct me!

So, to my knowledge, the reasons people are thinking they might make Destiel canon in the prequel are (in no particular order):

a) A few weeks ago there was an episode that had Gabriel (as played by Richard Speight Jr) as the MOTW and also had a background cameo from Rob Benedict in a very bad wig (unclear if that was Chuck or not), and there have been quotes from (i think) Robbie saying that they're only having cameos from OG SPN actors if it's relevant to the story they want to tell (and since the Rob cameo was not explained or plot-relevant people are thinking they're possibly going to do a Chuck won scenario? It could turn out that he was never actually defeated in 15.19 and now Dean has to show up to fight him again (and get Cas back?? maybe??))

b) In that same episode, there was a scene where Mary and John look at a picture of some dude who'd given them a clue or talked to John or something - it was Dean! So he's alive again, briefly, in the 70s. Could be time travel, could be he's escaped from Heaven. So if Dean is around in the show, whether just as narrator or as a character in the story, he has the potential to go rogue and look for Cas, or be telling the story to Cas up in Heaven. In either case, there is the potential for canon destiel, if they (Jensen, Daneel, Robbie, Misha, etc.) decide they want to do that.

c) Jensen has said various things at cons recently which are kinda 👀, including that he'd have been happy to keep going on SPN for another 6 years, and, most recently (this weekend), which I think sparked the poll you were talking about - that if Dean and Cas reunited Dean would say "Hey, can we talk about that goodbye a little bit?" and then joked that nah, it would be more like "hey, buddy, good to see you, old pal" but THEN said "I don't know, maybe we'll get to see that, that would be interesting" (Here's a gifset of him saying that if you're interested)

Also this:

[ID: Tweet from Toni @JensFloofHair.

JENSEN WANTS TO FILM A NEW ENDING FOR SUPERNATURAL, THE ONE HE HAD DREAMED OF. ABOUT A 2 DAY SHOOTING, HE SAYS.

Misha: I mean, you have the Impala.

Damn right, nothing stopping them!!

#JIB11 /End ID]

It's no secret that Jensen Did Not like the finale, apparently Eric Kripke had to talk him into it and he still makes salty jokes about it even now. Add the fact that he got someone else to film the confession for him because he wanted to have a record of it, and has said they cut out key parts of his performance in that scene (which is why the editing of it is so janky). So it's possible that he intended for there to be actual reciprocation in that scene and, well, now he's got the reins. He could do it if he wanted!!!

d) The prequel finale - airing next Tuesday, Jack help us - is titled "Hey, that's no way to say goodbye". Which was already kinda 👀 before the con this weekend, but combined with Jensen saying Dean would say "can we talk about that goodbye a little bit?" is um. Look I don't wanna get my hopes up. But also........ 👀👀👀

I think the prevailing theories at the moment (from what I've seen on my dash) are that either:

a) They're baiting us to keep interest in the prequel (I trust Robbie but I don't really trust Jensen, so this seems likely)

b) They really are gonna bring Cas back, either as him being the one Dean is telling this story to up in Heaven, or using that Rob Benedict cameo to retcon the finale and make the show about breaking free of Chuck's control for realsies this time (which hopefully means Cas actually showing up and not being explained away in one line like the finale)

Like I said, I don't wanna get my hopes up because I don't quite trust Jensen. But. Given Robbie Thompson showrunning and Daneel loving Cas and Jensen dropping all these maybe-maybe-not hints. If they DID make destiel canon. I would not be surprised.

Well maybe a little bit but in an "I can't believe I was right" way.

#my asks #artie talks #spn #jensen #bts #spn prequel #this got long lmao like i said i love to ramble #i tried to cover all the points! let me know if you want me to elaborate on anything though #personally i think that if they do decide to bring cas back they'll have him do a “hello dean” or something in the prequel finale #to hook people for the next season #or if they cant get misha for whatever reason this season they'll have dean show up and mention off hand that he's looking for cas #im leaning very far toward “oooooh i think theyll do it” but also. ive been burned before *tjlc flashbacks*#ill never trust a showrunner again #unless robbie does make destiel canon in which case im gonna marry him #also i think this is my first time talking to you hi hello! you activated my hyperfixation trap card i hope i dont scare you off 😅#my dms are open if you wanna chat more!#meta #destiel

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A Place to Call Home (4/4)

woof. we are finally here at the end! this chapter actually kicked my ass. the way it was in my head just did not translate on paper, so I rewrote it a million times. it’s still not 100% but I just had to finally make myself happy with this. thank you to KG and Drea for not only the support and the heartwarming comments, but also for joining me along on the NigelBryan obsession that shows no signs of sloshing. You’re both the best!!! I hope you all enjoy, and let me know if you love them like I do.

Title: A Place to Call Home

Pairings: Nigel McGuinness/Bryan Danielson, Bryan Danielson/William Regal, Bryan Danielson/Wheeler Yuta/Claudio Castagnoli/Jon Moxley

Ratings/Warnings: Language

Summary: And Bryan knows what he means. Because as they’d pulled away from Nigel’s little house on the quaint little street, he realised that his heart ached just a little bit. It had, in two weeks, become a home away from home. Because it was Nigel’s, and even though he had never been there, there were traces of Bryan throughout. Bryan felt at peace there, at home, even though he’d gone there specifically to tell Nigel that he wasn’t where he should be, that he wasn’t home. It’s how Bryan knows he’s right, that home isn’t a fixed place, home is a feeling. Home is here in Ring of Honor, by each other's side, causing and creating chaos. But home is also back in Liverpool, in that little house, at the pub with Jenny, Robbie, Tom and George. It’s in Blackpool in that old fashioned B&B. It’s in all the places they’ve travelled across the country, across England and Japan. Home is Nigel, home is wrestling. Home is places you feel just right, with the people that make you feel just right.

Word Count: 7,464

Parts: ONE | TWO | THREE

AO3

I love the bones of you and that I will never escape. — The Bones of You, Elbow.

The first few days back in the States are a blur of meetings, sleeping and eating. Nigel gets all fucked up by jetlag, and Bryan has to be the one to get him up in time for said meetings, and deal with his insessant pawing in the middle of the night when he can’t sleep. They stop in a little Air B&B in Jacksonville, and Tony sends cars to pick them up when they need to have meetings in person, but most of the time it’s done via Zoom, because Tony doesn’t want his latest signing getting spoiled.

Bryan had called Tony right away, scared that Nigel would change his mind if he waited, and they’d had a long conversation about what Nigel wanted to do, and what it would take for him to come back. Which, once Tony started telling him the finer details of the Wembley stadium show, and how he could already picture Nigel being an important part of the show, wrestling or not, seemed to get the itch well and truly under Nigel’s skin, and by the end of that conversation, a verbal contract had been signed, and Nigel was officially going to be All Elite, starting off with Ring of Honor commentary, but could progress to literally anything else, providing Nigel wanted it enough and he passed physicals.

At the end of that call Nigel had shut the laptop closed and then looked at the wall for a good five minutes before he said, “Fuck, I’m really doing this, arent I?” Then he’d realised that he’d just told Tony he’d work for him while still actually having an actual real life job. He had a breakdown upon realising he had to quit his job, saying that he’d rushed into this and he shouldn’t have done it, and maybe he should call Tony back and tell him he was being stupid.

Bryan slapped him and told him to pull himself together. They had a small fight, nothing too crazy, but Nigel accused him of selling him a pipe dream and Bryan called him a coward. It ended with Nigel calling his boss and telling him the news that he was quitting, effective immediately. It didn’t go down well, and Bryan almost felt like taking the phone from Nigel and hanging up when he heard the way the man talked to him, even from his position on the couch next to him.

After that it had all been go go go. Tony got them on a private flight and they were taken to where they were staying. Then all the meetings. And Bryan had had to do his own kind of housekeeping, and he’d called Claudio and told him he was back, but he was going to be busy for a little bit. He didn’t explicitly tell him that Nigel was with him, or what was happening, because even though he knew Claudio wouldn’t tell anyone and ruin the big surprise, Bryan wasn’t going to ruin it either. But he promised that once everything settled down, he’d come home.

He called Regal too, and the call was a car crash from start to finish.

“Darling,” He’d said, tone firm and a little cold, despite the pet name. “Nice to finally hear that you’re alive.”

“I’m sorry, I took the loss harder than I thought.” Bryan had responded. Nigel was across from him, looking at him curiously, but half asleep too.

“Yes, well, must have been some loss if you ended up halfway across the world in bed with Nigel McGuinness.” The words were spiteful and almost bitter. Bryan’s never really spoken to Regal about Nigel, not about him as a wrestler and not about their relationship. Back when they were young he didn’t get to see Regal as often as he liked because of how much he was on the road, and when they were together there was never really much talking about other people, so he never really discussed his relationship with Nigel with Regal. But the man knows how he feels about him, it’s abundantly clear, it always has been. So to hear him sound so cold about him, them, after finding out he’d called Nigel last year, was something that Bryan hadn’t expected.

“You called him.” Bryan had said back, because he couldn’t deny that he had been in Nigel’s bed, that it was like that between them, because it was.

“Yes, last year. I should have known that if I wanted Nigel to do anything I should have gotten you involved first. Seems you have done the impossible, Bryan. The great Nigel McGuinness, back in the business. Congratulations.”

Bryan had felt his skin prickle. It had been a while since Regal had been like this with him, more than a while, quite a long time actually, probably since the last time they wrestled and he’d worked his way into Bryan’s head.

“Who said he’s back in the business?” Because they hadn’t told anyone, and he was sure Claudio wouldn’t have told him.

“As soon as I knew you were over there darling I knew what you were doing. Doesn’t take much to find out what Mr Khan is up to, either. Tell me darling, just how did you convince him to get back into the ring? Your hand in marriage? A couple of children and a white picket fence home?” The sneer at the end of the words had made Bryan feel cold. Regal was jealous. But that didn’t make sense — they’d never, ever been jealous of the other’s separate relationships. Not when Regal got every sweet young wrestler he could into his bed to test them, and not when Bryan had multiple other relationships at the time. So why now?

“Why are you doing this?” Bryan asked him, and Nigel had started looking at him with more interest then, like he realised that Regal was being difficult on the phone.

“I just don’t understand why you went to him, of all people.”

“You know why.”

Regal had been silent for a while, and then said, “Yes, well after how long it’s been I would have thought those silly little feelings would have disappeared.”

Bryan had bristled, because those words were full of misplaced jealousy. Regal has never been a one man type of guy, and neither has Bryan, and that’s always been okay. But when it comes to Nigel, it seems like it’s not okay.

So, rather cruelly, Bryan had responded with, “And after everything you’ve done you’d have thought that our feelings for you would have disappeared.”

Regal responded with silence, like he’d realised what he’d been saying.

“Where are you?” Regal had said in the end.

“Not at home, that’s all I can say.”

“Oh darling, it’s not like—“

“Don’t say anything, don’t ruin this for him. For me. Please?” Bryan had begged. He’s not a begging person, really, but he is when it comes to Regal. He knows that sometimes the man’s cruelty knows no bounds, and that he wouldn’t think twice about lifting the lid on Nigel’s return before it happened and ruining the whole thing, just to spite the man.

“You’re assuming people are going to care, Bryan.”

It was another cruel, knife twisting remark. And the way Nigel had stiffened beside him told Bryan that Nigel had heard every single word.

“They will. Otherwise you wouldn’t have called him last year. You know just as well as I do the asset he can be.”

Regal had said, “You don’t need him. This isn’t what was supposed to happen when I left.”

And Bryan had just shrugged even though Regal couldn’t see him. “Then maybe you’re losing your touch.” Bryan said, and a sick feeling had washed over him as he remembered getting on his knees in front of Mox, begging him not to hit him for what he did. Slapping Mox. Distancing himself from them all as he took Regal’s side.

“Tell Nigel to keep an eye on his phone calls in the next few days.” Regal had said, and Bryan’s body had washed cold, and he’d gripped the phone so hard that he feared it could break.

“William don’t, please don’t—“ but Bryan hadn’t been able to finish his sentence before the phone was put down on him. No goodbye, no I love you. Just the vicious beep of the call disconnecting.

“He hasn’t changed, has he?” Nigel had said, breaking the silence after the call. And Bryan had wanted to scream, because he’s always known what Regal was like. He’s the Gentleman Villain, after all, and he’s as mean as he is handsome. But with Bryan he’s always been softer, and this time, this run they had together, the Blackpool Combat Club, he was different. Different with Mox, different with Claudio, different with Yuta. He was a softer, gentler man when they weren’t in the ring or training. But no, Nigel was right. He hasn’t changed, and he never ever will, and Bryan is stupid for thinking otherwise.

Bryan travels to Dynamite alone. They’d flirted with the idea that Nigel could come, they’d hide him, but ultimately it’s not worth the risk of the surprise getting out, and there’s only a few days until Supercard of Honor, where Nigel’s making his big return, so he stays home. Bryan had thought about not coming too, but then when they’d caught up on everything, Bryan found out that Yuta has called out fucking Shibata, and he needs to talk to the little shit before Friday.

He doesn’t tell the others he’s coming. And when he gets to the arena, he goes to see Tony first, gets checked over by medical to make sure he’s clear to return, and then hides himself away.

If his time with Nigel has reminded Bryan of anything, it’s that he’s not very good at talking about how he feels, or saying the right things, and sometimes it’s just best to show up and prove that you’re here. That you’re here to stay.

So when he’s watching the monitors, and the guys are out, circling Kenny Omega, Mox getting ready to squash him like he’s an annoying bug, Bryan runs out.

The feeling of finally going back out to a crowd, of hearing the roar of your name, the booming base of your music hitting, it’s electric, and Bryan feels it all the way to his bones when he finally makes it into the ring. The last time he was inside the ropes, he’d just lost to MJF, and his heart was broken and it felt like nothing could fix it.

The next day, he was in England, in Nigel’s house.

Nearly three weeks later he’s back home, in the ring with his boys, he’s got Kenny on the mat and Yuta is screaming with feral rage in his face and its wonderful. It’s fucking wonderful because his heart is healed, Nigel is back in Jacksonville, watching this all transpire on TV, going over the notes Tony sent him to prepare for Supercard. He’s back, and so is Bryan, and it doesn’t matter that he lost his last shot at the title because he’s back renewed, he’s got his family back and the little piece of his heart that’s been somewhere else for the last decade is finally back. The little missing piece of his soul is home and he can finally, finally focus on becoming the best version of Bryan Danielson he’s been since 2009.

“You little shit,” Bryan says immediately when they get behind the curtain, slapping Yuta upside the head. “You called out Shibata?”

“Ow! Hello, Bryan, nice to see you too, yes, I did miss you, you fucking prick.” Yuta complains, rubbing his hand over the back of his head where Bryan hit him.

“Now now, Yuta, language,” Claudio admonishes softly, but he’s smiling, all soft and dopey like Claudio gets sometimes. “Prinzli, you didn’t tell us you were coming back.”

“Surprise?” Bryan says, not too dissimilar to the way he did when he first turned up at the car dealership to see Nigel.

“A nice surprise, at that. Come on, let’s not talk here.” Claudio says, and he gets an arm around Bryan’s shoulders as they walk back towards their locker room. Mox is ahead of them, having not said anything yet, all bouncing energy, shoulders rolling as he jumps and bounces his way into the room.

“So, what the fuck you got to say for yourself, Danielson?” He says once the door is closed. Mox is on the offensive, his shoulders hunched and his fists clenching. Bryan doesn’t blame him, not one bit, after how they left things.

“I’m sorry,” Bryan says, realising that there’s not a lot he can say beside that. “I know I can’t take anything back. I know can’t change what he’s done—“

“Ain't talkin’ bout’ him, where you been? Claudio said you were finding yourself in fucking Blackpool.” Mox grumbles.

“Oh. Did you…” Bryan looks to Claudio, because he doesn’t know if he mentioned Nigel’s name.

“No, I didn’t. I figured that’s something you’d have to explain for yourself.”

“Fuckin, enough with the secrets, what the fuck is going on?”

Bryan lets out a breath. “I went to see Nigel. I found him, and I went to see him.”

“Nigel as in, Nigel McGuinness?”

Bryan nods, and he watches as Mox works it all out in his head, lets the information roll around in his head for a moment before he says,

“He alright?”

“Oh, yeah. He’s. Good. He’s a car salesman.” Bryan says, and he says he is one rather than was one because, well if he can keep this a surprise for just another two days, the look on everyone’s faces when Nigel walks out at Supercard is going to make Bryan’s heart burst.

“A fucking car salesman? That’s fucked. We got him to thank for setting your head straight? You speak to the traitor?”

Mox’s questions are quick fire as he unrolls the ring tape from around his wrists. Claudio’s undoing his boots, and Yuta is watching them quietly.

“Yes, and yes. But we’re not — he isn’t important right now, Regal, I mean. He’s gone. We’re still here, and Yuta is calling out people like Shibata. How could you let him do that?”

“Don’t put that on me, I don’t go to ROH.” Mox says, pointedly looking at Claudio.

“I had no idea he was going to do that! He just did it!”

Yuta tries to make himself small in the corner, like they’re not talking about him.

“Yuta?”

“I don’t know what you want me to say! You want me to keep pushing and keep challenging and who better than to challenge than The Wrestler, Katsuyori Shibata?”

“I admire your spirit, Yuta, but we could have had a conversation about this, got you ready. We’ve got like, two days.”

“No offence, Bry, but you weren’t here to have a conversation with.”

Bryan deserves that, he really, really does. Because he wasn’t there. And even if Yuta had called him, he might not have answered, not with how he’s been wrapped up in Nigel these past few weeks.

“Yeah. Yeah, I wasn’t. Have you been studying?”

“Yeah, with my notebook and everything. I’m ready, Bry. I’m gonna’ do you proud.”

Bryan goes up to Yuta, runs his fingers through his hair and smiles. He hasn’t been good to Yuta, not for quite a while, and it’s time to start showing the guy he handpicked for Blackpool Combat Club that he is proud of him, that he can be the mentor that he was looking for.

“I’m always proud of you. You’ve been doing great, Yuta. Just keep studying, Shibata is gonna’ come at you hard, you need to be prepared.”

“I will be. I’m prepared.”

Bryan ruffles his hair. Bryan doesn’t think you can ever be prepared for a wrestler like Shibata, but having the confidence to call him out and say you’re ready to face him, well it’s half the battle won in his eyes.

“So, what are we doing for dinner? I’m fucking starving, and I’m not having catering.” Mox says, and he’s leaning back against the lockers now, hoodie off, sweats low and inviting on his hips.

Bryan bites his lip. “I’m gonna’ be cutting it pretty close with my flight, so I’ll just be grabbing something at the airport.”

“You’re leaving? Are you not coming to Supercard?” Yuta worries, and Bryan cups his hand to the back of his neck.

“I am, but I have some things I need to take care of at home. I’ll meet you there, okay?” Bryan’s not letting Nigel turn up to Supercard on his own. When they’re there and it’s started, Bryan will have all the time in the world to fuss over Yuta before he goes out for his match. But up until then, he’s got to see this through with Nigel. He started it, after all.

“Better not be him.” Mox says, suddenly looking more alert, more uncomfortable.

“Depends who you mean by him.”

“His Lordship.”

“No, Mox. It’s not. Told you, he’s gone.”

Mox rolls his chewing gum around in his mouth, like he’s trying to work out whether he should believe him or not. In the end, Mox gets to his feet and comes up to him, pokes him in the chest.

“You mean that?”

“I mean it in the way we’ve both always meant it. I’m here, Mox.”

Mox gives him a nod. Regal is never gone forever, no matter what he does, he can never leave the two of them forever, the same way Nigel has never left him, never will leave him, no matter what happens between them. The same way Mox, Claudio and Yuta will always be a part of him no matter what. It’s just a waiting game to see when he will pop back up in their lives and weave himself back in with ease. But for now, Bryan is here, with Mox.

“Yeah. Alright. Do what you gotta’ do,” He says, and he drops a kiss to Bryan’s mouth. “Love you.”

Bryan wants to latch onto him and never let go, show Mox how sorry he is for how everything has played out these last few months, for not being there for him, for choosing Regal again. But that’s not them, and even though there’s more to say it won’t get said for a while, it will get said on a random night when neither of them can sleep and Mox is chain smoking and Bryan makes them herbal tea. So it’s enough for now. Just like there’s more to say to Nigel, for now it is enough.

“Love you too.” Bryan says, and he knows he doesn’t say it enough. He’ll be better, from now on. Better for all of them. For Claudio, for Mox, for Yuta, and for Nigel.

The flight from St Louis to Jacksonville is only a couple of hours, so when he makes it back to the Air B&B, Nigel is still awake. He’s got his laptop open in front of him, papers spread out around him. It’s like he’s learning lines for a play. He’s making sure he knows everything he can about every wrestler on the card, and he can see Yuta’s page front and centre.

“Hey, didn’t expect you to still be up.”

Nigel pauses whatever he’s watching on the laptop and rubs at his eyes. “I was going to go to bed, but then I got an angry message from Jen. I forgot it was Wednesday.”

It’s Wednesday, and normally Nigel would go to the pub with his friends. But instead, he’s halfway across the world getting ready to debut in Ring of Honor as a commentator. A life none of them know Nigel has or has had.

“What did you tell them?”

“That I didn’t feel well. I’m not gonna’ tell them about all this until you know, it’s actually happened.”

Bryan comes and sits next to him on the couch, one of Yuta’s old matches is paused on YouTube on the screen of Nigel’s laptop, and there’s multiple tabs open at the top.

“They’re probably bullying her because we’re not there to save her.”

Nigel huffs, “Probably. She’s gonna’ hate me for leaving.”

“She’ll be proud of you.”

Nigel makes a noise, like he doesn’t want to talk about telling his friends about his old life, and his old life starting again. Bryan’s definitely pushed enough, so he doesn’t push with this.

Nigel presses play on the YouTube video again, picks up his pen and continues making notes. Bryan watches with him for a little bit, because this is one of Yuta’s matches he hasn’t seen, and he gets lost in watching how much Yuta has changed, how much different he’s become under the Blackpool Combat Club, even under Chuck and Orange.

“I’m worried about him going up against Shibata.” Bryan says quietly when the match ends with Yuta’s hand raised in victory. He’s clean shaven there, looks so young that it makes Bryan feel a bit weird for being his boyfriend.

“Why?”

“It’s Shibata, Nigel.”

“Yeah, but your boy’s good. He’ll give it to him good, and if he loses, well, you pick him up and you go again. He’s already done what no man has done before, and that’s become a two time Pure champion. If the kid loses, then he loses. Lesson learnt. He’ll go on and do even more great things.” Nigel says, like it’s that easy.

And well, maybe it is. Maybe he’s getting too focused on titles again, and not focusing enough on everything else. Yuta will be okay.

“Come on, let's go to bed. We have a busy travel day tomorrow.”

“I haven’t travelled this much since I retired. I forgot how big the US is.”

“Well you’re gonna’ get used to it again. Because on Friday, you’re officially out of retirement.”

Nigel shuts the laptop closed and scoops up all his papers. There’s a warm smile on his face when he says,

“Yeah, yeah I am.”

Luckily, they get Nigel into the arena and into a private locker room without being spotted.

Yuta keeps texting him, asking him if he’s arrived yet, and what room he’s in, and Bryan has to tell him that he’ll be there soon, because he’s just got to get Nigel out in front of all the people getting into their seats, get him out on that commentary table and then he can focus on Yuta and his match.

Nigel’s pacing the room, reading over his notes half dressed, worrying his lip over his teeth.

“Maybe this was a bad idea. What if nobody remembers who I am?” Nigel asks very quietly, and he’s still staring at the papers.

“I get why you’re nervous, but Nigel, there’s not going to be a soul in the building who doesn’t know who you are.” Bryan promises, and he stands up from his chair, digging into Nigel’s bag to get his tie out so he can put it on him. There isn’t much time left till showtime, but they don’t have to be at guerilla until after it’s started, because Tony wants Nigel to have a proper entrance, not just a quick mention that he’s in the booth.

“That sounds like a massive lie, but alright.” Nigel sighs, and he lets Bryan snake the tie around his neck and do the loops until a perfect knot is formed.

“You’re gonna’ go out there and there’s gonna be so much noise. Biggest pop of the night. Just enjoy this night. You’re back. You’re home.” Bryan says as he does the top button of Nigel’s shirt up, and tightens the knot of the tie, so that it sits perfectly around his neck. He picks up the waist coat that they’d picked out, the whole suit a dark blue, cut just right against Nigel’s figure.

“You talk about home a lot for someone who hasn’t actually been home in almost a month.” Nigel says to him, letting Bryan slip the waist coat on and start doing it up.

“Home isn’t a fixed place. Home isn’t a roof and four walls. Home is a feeling. It’s when you know where you belong, when it doesn’t matter where you go, or what you do, home is where you feel just right,” Bryan says, smoothing his hands down Nigel’s chest, pushing out any creases in his clothes. “Did you feel just right in Liverpool?”

Nigel shrugs a little. “Sometimes.” He admits quietly.

And Bryan knows what he means. Because as they’d pulled away from Nigel’s little house on the quaint little street, he realised that his heart ached just a little bit. It had, in two weeks, become a home away from home. Because it was Nigel’s, and even though he had never been there, there were traces of Bryan throughout. Bryan felt at peace there, at home, even though he’d gone there specifically to tell Nigel that he wasn’t where he should be, that he wasn’t home. It’s how Bryan knows he’s right, that home isn’t a fixed place, home is a feeling. Home is here in Ring of Honor, by each other's side, causing and creating chaos. But home is also back in Liverpool, in that little house, at the pub with Jenny, Robbie, Tom and George. It’s in Blackpool in that old fashioned B&B. It’s in all the places they’ve travelled across the country, across England and Japan. Home is Nigel, home is wrestling. Home is places you feel just right, with the people that make you feel just right.

“You feel at home here?” Bryan asks.

“It’s like moving back to your mum's place. Always feels like home.”

“Ring of Honor will always be a place you call home. We can have an array of homes.” Bryan says, and from underneath his t shirt he untucks Nigel’s spare key that’s hanging on a frayed little rope chain. Nigel hadn’t asked for it back since they left England, and Bryan isn’t giving it back. He needs to be prepared in case Nigel ever tries to disappear out of his life again.

“Is that my key?”

“The spare one you gave me. It’s mine now, by the way.”

“Just like my dressing robe? And the tie you stole?”

“You gave me all of them, there was no stealing involved.”

“And just why do you need my key?”

“Jenny is going to need someone to back her up when she beats your ass for lying about your past.” Bryan says easily, and it makes Bryan’s heart beat incredibly fast, the way the grin spreads across Nigel’s face when he says it. Bryan doesn’t know what’s going to happen after tonight, they’re going to be busy again, making towns, tapings, whatever happens with Yuta’s match tonight. But what he does know is that he’s going to be with Nigel through it all, and no matter where they go, back to Bryan’s home, back to Liverpool, or somewhere new. It will be home.

“She’s going to kick your arse too, you told her you were a personal trainer.”

“Then we will lock ourselves away. That’s why I have the key.”

Bryan shakes his head and puts the key back under his shirt. He picks up Nigel’s suit jacket and steps behind him to slide it over his shoulders.

There’s a knock on the locker room door, “Nigel? You’re needed at guerilla.”

“Coming, thanks.” Nigel calls back, and he turns to Bryan, smoothing down his suit and rolling his shoulders.

“Showtime.” He says, and Bryan nods. There’s a ball of excitement in the pit of his belly. It’s not nerves, he knows that there’s only one way this is going to go, and that’s fucking fantastic, because it’s Nigel. Nigel did commentary a lot when he was a wrestler, and it was effortless, it’s going to be the same tonight. Effortless, like riding a bike, talking, and sleeping.

“Just have fun. You’re going to be great.”

Nigel makes a face, but it turns soft quickly, and his long fingers reach out to run through Bryan’s beard, a habit he’s seemed to pick up lately.

“Bry?”

“Yeah?”

Nigel leans in and kisses him, just a soft sweet kiss, but it makes Bryan’s head spin nonetheless.

“I love you too.” He says, and then he’s turning and leaving, out of the locker room door and following the assistant who’d come to get him towards guerilla.

Bryan hadn’t actually gotten to properly say it. He’d tried, that first morning at Nigel’s place, tried to tell him that just because they’d clashed in the ring, beaten the hell out of each other, it didn’t mean that Bryan didn’t love him. But Nigel had cut him off before he could finish the words, and then Bryan hadn’t tried to tell him again. Showed him, maybe, but he hasn’t said the words. And now Nigel is telling him he loves him. Words he longed to hear for so long, finally, finally he’s hearing them. And he can’t even say it back because he’s about to go out in front of a live crowd for the first time in over a decade, and there’s going to be hours and hours before Nigel comes back behind the curtain and he can tell him.

Nigel’s music is hitting before he even gets to guerilla, and he just catches him stepping through the curtain when he does. The music is so very similar to his old theme, and nostalgia hits Bryan hard and heavy in the heart. The crowd reaction can be heard through the curtain, no need for Bryan to be at the monitor, but he does anyway, because he needs to see it. There’s a Union Jack behind Nigel’s name on the screen, loud and proud along with the music.

Nigel looks like he never left. The crowd is cheering and he’s soaking it up, two fingers in the air, just like he always did. There’s a buzz backstage as people walking past catch his face on the monitors, his name being uttered in shock and disbelief as Ian and Caprice go crazy waiting for him to join the table. Nigel does a lap around the ring, and Bryan can see the look on his face, that age old I love this face.

He looks right, he looks perfect out there, he looks like he’s stepping through the doors of his parents home, being welcomed back with open arms and a feast of his favourite food on the table.

The first words out of his mouth when he gets to the commentary table are did you hear that reaction? And Bryan feels like his heart might burst.

Regal tried to twist the knife the other day, planting the seed that they were banking on people caring that Nigel was coming back. Nigel had worried not twenty minutes ago that people wouldn’t remember who he was. But he sees it now, Nigel sees just how much people have missed him, how much people have been wondering where he went after his retirement, how much they wished he’d come back. The crowd went crazy, and he’ll see later, when Bryan makes him watch it back, just how at home he was making an entrance in Ring of Honor again.

“That’s where you’ve been, isn’t it?” A voice comes from behind Bryan, and he turns from the monitors to see Yuta. He’s got his ring tights on, and a Blackpool Combat Club hoodie, and there’s a smile on his face, he’s not accusing Bryan of anything.

“Yeah, I’m sorry I didn’t—“

“Don’t. I get it. There’s just some things you have to do,” Yuta says coming to stand next to him. His hands are tucked into the pocket of his hoodie and he’s watching the screens. “I can’t believe he’s really back, that Nigel McGuinness is really here. Is he going to wrestle?”

Bryan shrugs with a smile. “Was hard enough convincing him to come back and do this, I think we’ve got a ways to go before we get him in some boots again but, keep your title tonight and Shibata might be the least of your worries.”

“He can just have my title, it’s fine. I like my head attached to my neck, thanks.” But Yuta is grinning, and Bryan can practically see the match playing out in his head. He knows kids like Yuta and Daniel have learnt a lot of their techniques and styles from the wrestling they watched growing up, and the idea of being able to get into the ring with another one of their heros is crazy and exciting.

Bryan smiles, “How are you feeling?” He says, and it’s time to switch over to focusing on Yuta now. Nigel is out there on commentary, clearly already killing it as he gels instantly with Ian and Caprice, Bryan can focus on his protege now.

“A mixture of everything. Scared, excited, nervous.”

“Where’s Claudio? How’s he doing?” He hasn’t even stopped to ask how Claudio’s been during everything happening with Eddie. He’s such a bad boyfriend. But he’s going to be better, he really is.

“Locker room. Mox is here, we were gonna’ do some stretches and stuff, told them I wanted to find you first.”

“I’m sorry. I just needed to see him through to the end, I started it.”

“And I’m glad you did. I’m glad you got him here Bryan.”

Bryan looks back at the monitor, there’s a match on the kickoff now, and he can hear Nigel’s voice loud and excited about the moves he’s calling.

“Me too. Now let’s go and get you ready for your match.”

Yuta loses his title. Bryan is heartbroken when the streamers fly out over Shibata, and Yuta is laying there just getting covered in them. He, Mox and Claudio collect him from guerilla, letting him fall into their arms when he comes back through the curtain. It’s the first time Yuta’s lost a title without Regal there, so the usual post match breakdown goes a little different. There’s no watching the match back immediately, no trying to learn from your mistakes immediately. Mox bundles him up in a hoodie, feeds him a protein bar and makes him drink a bottle of water.

By the time Claudio goes out for his match, he’s feeling better. Bryan sits with him and gives him a little shoulder massage because he feels a pull in it, and they discuss how they’re going to go forward. That Yuta will get the title back one day, or a different one, there’s so many, and Yuta’s good enough to go for whatever he wants. He tells Yuta he’s proud of him, and that he loves him, and it feels like home when Yuta smiles and tells him he loves him back.

Claudio wins his match, and Yuta decides he’s going to do a run in, even though Mox grumbles about it because he knows he’ll get shit from Eddie about it later.

Bryan follows him to guerilla, watching the show wind down and go off air on the monitors. He watches as Nigel shakes Ian and Caprice’s hands, and through the curtains he can hear the fans shouting his name. Nigel does a circle around the ring, shaking peoples hands, signing posters and tickets and leaflets. When he’s on the stage again, he lifts both hands up into the air and sticks his fingers up at them, and everyone cheers. The grin that splits across Nigel’s face is enough to power Bryan through the next million years. He can see the happiness there, the pride. All the worries he’d had about not being remembered, nobody wanting him back, the doubt that Regal had put in his mind without even talking to him. It’s all gone now, people are chanting his name, begging for an autograph, no doubt asking him about returning to the ring.

When Nigel finally steps back through the curtains, a loud cheer erupts from everyone backstage, and Bryan can see that there’s a little tear in his eye. Bryan steps back, there’s so many people here that want to talk to him, and Bryan’s more than happy to let them. After all, they haven’t seen him for over a decade either.

Claudio’s off doing media, and Yuta’s tucked under his arm as they watch the swarm of people surround Nigel. There’s Joe, Eddie, Christoper Daniels, BJ Whitmer, Colt. And every time someone walks past they realise the circle has Nigel in the middle, and they end up joining. Every so often, Nigel points over to Bryan, and everyone turns to look at them before turning back to Nigel.

“Is Nigel coming home with us?” Yuta asks, exhausted now the day’s over, leaning into Bryan’s side.

“For the time being, at least. I kind of dragged him over here without a plan in place, so you know, unless he’s running back and forth from England to here every week, he can stay with us until he’s got something more permanent in place. Is that okay? We’ll have to talk to Claudio and Mox too, of course.”

“S’okay with me. Want him to teach me how to do the Tower of London.”

“If you ask nicely I’m sure he’ll be happy to. He thinks you’re cute, you know.”

“He what?” Yuta perks up a little then, and Bryan laughs at him.

Nigel manages to pull himself away from the group and comes over to them, and Bryan can see the little flush of colour that settles on Yuta’s cheeks.

“So, I take it no one knew who you were?” Bryan says, but he’s smiling up at Nigel. There’s a soft, warm look on his face, a bright light in his eyes, and that smile, god it’s beautiful. He hasn’t seen Nigel smile like this in forever.

“Oh bugger off. I hate admitting when you’re right, but I’ll give credit where credit is due.” He says, like he’s not even a little bit mad about being wrong.

“Sorry about your title kid, you did good though. I really enjoyed your match.” He says to Yuta, who’s just staring at Nigel with a type of fanboy wonder that Bryan knows he used to look at Nigel with.

“Thank you. It’s nice to meet you.”

“You too, Yuta. I’m looking forward to calling your matches. You have a nice bridge, you learn that from Dragon?”

Yuta gives a little nod. “Can you teach me the Tower of London?”

Nigel laughs, “Not sure I even remember how to do it myself, but I’ll give it a bloody good go.”

Yuta beams, “Thanks Nigel.”

“Come on, Claudio should be back soon, and Mox will be wondering where we are. They’ll be happy to see you.” Bryan says to Nigel, and he takes Yuta’s hand, because he knows he needs that right now. An anchor, some TLC. Bryan’s more than happy to give it to him tonight, after losing his title, and everything that’s happened these last few months.

They walk back to the locker room together, and Nigel talks through the match with Yuta, giving him tips on what he could do next time, how he could have beaten Shibata. Yuta listens intently, not looking away from Nigel even when people stop Nigel to shake his hand and welcome him back.

Claudio and Mox are in the locker room when they step inside, Claudio’s packing the belt away in his case, and Mox is a ball of frantic energy, pacing the room. Probably worried about where Yuta got too, worried that he was in a bad head space and ran off.

“Nigel fucking McGuinness.” He says, instantly holding his hand out to bring Nigel into him.

“Moxie.”

“Bryan says you’re a car salesman. What the fuck?”

“Yeah well, not anymore. I’ve officially signed here.”

“As you fucking should, Nigel McGuinness has no business fucking business being anywhere but here. You getting back in the ring?”

“You sound entirely too much like Dragon,” Nigel shakes his head. “Haven’t decided on that. Probably not, though. Pushing fifty, Moxie.”

“Stings in his sixties and man can still kick ass, age is just a number, Nigel. And anyway, we need another match. One you don’t let me win because you wanna’ be in Bryan’s pants.”

Nigel splutters, and Bryan’s own eyebrows shoot up into his hairline. Yuta and Claudio snicker between themselves.

“That’s not what bloody happened! You beat me fair and square.”

“Of course you did.” Mox is smirking, seemingly ending the conversation there and going to sit next to Yuta, throwing an arm around his shoulders and planting a large, loud kiss against his temple.

“Nigel, my old friend, ignore Moxley, as you know his favourite pastime is winding everyone up. I have missed you.” Claudio stands up and embraces Nigel, their too tall figures melding together. Nigel is visibly smaller than Claudio now, a switch from before, when Nigel was pretty much always the biggest man in the room.

“Castagnoli, fucking finally a ROH World Champion. You were great out there.” Nigel says, and he’s got a hand on the back of Claudio’s neck.

Bryan remembers a time when he got insanely jealous of Claudio. He and Nigel had tagged together against Chris Hero and Jigsaw, and Claudio got busted open at the end of the match, right around his eye. Nigel had cupped his face so tenderly, told him it was going to be okay, and helped him to the back. He fussed over him the whole time he got medical attention, stayed with him once he got his stitches, and switched rooms with the random guy that Claudio was rooming with so he could keep an eye on him, in case he had a concussion or suddenly lost his vision. Bryan was not a rational guy back then, and he didn’t like that Nigel was doing all the things he did with Bryan with Claudio. He’s not that way inclined anymore, he knows it’s just a testament to the man he’s always loved, that he cares so wholly and deeply about his friends and loved ones, but seeing the two of them together again does bring back memories.

Nigel and Claudio talk quietly for a while and Bryan just watches them, watches old friends get reacquainted, his family licking wounds from a loss. He feels a peace settle over him. All those missing pieces that have slotted together start to glow inside of him, welding themselves together and making him whole again.

A few weeks ago, Bryan was lonely. Regal was busy, and Bryan was too busy chasing down MJF and the World title to worry about where his family were and what they were doing. He was lonely and he knew, deep down, that there was something missing inside of him. It took him the loss to realise what he needed to do, to finally go and find the man that’s been missing from his life for so long.

And now, Bryan is once again in a ROH locker room with Nigel McGuinness. He’s not lonely, he’s got his family, and they’re all on the same page, fighting to good fight against the Elite.

Nigel’s key is warm against his chest under his shirt, and his voice is loud and warm in the room as he talks with Claudio. Mox is making Yuta laugh, and every so often, someone knocks on the door to come in and say welcome back to Nigel.

A few weeks ago, Bryan got on a flight to bring Nigel McGuinness back home. To bring him back to wrestling so that Bryan could be the best version of himself, because without Nigel Bryan has felt lost for the last decade.

Nigel McGuinness is home, and Bryan Danielson no longer feels lost.

Bryan stands up and steps over to Nigel, nudges his shoulder against him to get his attention. Claudio goes to sit down next to Yuta and starts packing up his bag.

“Hey,” Bryan says. “You wanna go home?”

“Home where?”

“Home with us, for now. Until you decide where you want this home to be.”

Nigel lets a smile spread across his face, and Bryan thinks it’s the most beautiful thing in the world.

“Yeah, home sounds good.” Nigel says, and he turns, probably to get his bag, but Bryan catches his wrist and entwines their fingers together.

“Love you, Nigel.” He says, and Nigel smiles, bright and wide, and squeezes Bryan’s fingers.

“Let’s go home, Dragon.”

#writing #nigel mcguinness x bryan danielson #blackpool combat club #final part!#I hope you all enjoy!

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More random music rambling disguised as analysis incoming:

Doomsday by Lizzy McAlpine x Werewolf Robin/Monster Hunter Nancy

We’re just gonna delve right in <33

Nancy and Robin are stuck in a delicate push and pull dance. Nancy knows that Robin is a monster, and Robin knows the same of Nancy—for different reasons. They should, by all means, hate each other. Especially when Nancy Wheeler decides her next target is the feral werewolf in town—assumed to be one Robin Buckley. But then they meet.

Nancy is quick to realize that Robin is no average werewolf. She’s softer than expected, warmer, kinder, she has a certain charm. She’s not a vicious monster. She’s painfully human.

Robin finds out that Nancy is losing her humanity. She’s been hunting for years on a revenge path that’s been tearing her up for years, leaving an angry husk. She learns pretty early that she is not the monster.

But there’s a weird magnetism between them. Robin is infuriatingly smooth and Nancy is achingly beautiful. Nancy finds it harder and harder to picture sinking her blade into Robin’s heart—she’d rather cradle it in her hands and protect it. Robin knows this woman is death incarnate—her own death, matching steadily closer, but she can’t help but fall for this powerful woman.

Pull the plug in September

I don't want to die in June

I'd like to start planning my funeral

I've got work to do, hmm

Jokes about not wanting to die during Pride month aside—

After weeks of their back and forth, Robin begins to want Nancy to just get it over with. She’s not ready to die, not really. It becomes, “Are you going to kill me tomorrow?” and a promise of, “One more day, Robbie. One more day,” over and over, and it’s tearing her apart. Robin wants to get it over with, because this ache in her chest is killing her slowly, and she’d much prefer the silver dagger. She she agrees. “One more day, Nance.” And one more day after that. Maybe not June. Maybe September. Maybe October. Maybe—Maybe never?

She could only hope.

Pull the plug, make it painless

I don't want a violent end

Don't say that you'll always love me

'Cause you know I'd bleed myself dry for you

Over and over again

Again, Robin is beginning to wish this would just end, one way or another. She’s hurting, and she’s tired of it. She’s tired of sneaking around with Nancy, tired of waiting for the inevitable knife in the back. She doesn’t want to feel the pain anymore—is it so much to ask for an end to it? A painless death at the hands of Nancy Wheeler?

But Nancy swears she loves her, and it only hurts worse, because god if Robin isn’t willing to give every part of herself, to bleed out for this girl.

Doomsday is close at hand

I'll book the marching band

To play as you speak

I’ll feel like throwing up

You'll sit and stare like

A goddamn machine

Robin feels the end approaching. Whether that means another tally on Nancy’s belt, another dead monster, or Nancy leaving her with her broken heart, or maybe, just maybe a happy ending—but no. It’s doomsday. Doomsday is approaching, and one way or another, it’s going to kill her.

And when she tells Nancy she can’t do this anymore, Nancy is… Nancy is cold. Unfeeling. More machine than human. It’s because she’s shoving her own emotions down, of course—Robin knows Nancy, her inability to be vulnerable. She’s heard time and time again how Nancy can’t show emotion in the line of work—but god if it doesn’t hurt.

(insert obligatory marching band Robin joke)

I'd like to plan out my part in this

But you're such a narcissist

You'll probably do it next week

I don't get a choice in the matter

Why would I? It's only the death of me

Only the death of me

Robin can’t help but be bitter. It feels like Nancy is dragging it out, and it’s so fucking cruel. Robin doesn’t feel like she has a say in her own life, her own death anymore. Nancy holds her heart in her teeth, and one way or another, she’s going to crush it.

She’ll die at Nancy’s hands. Maybe by silver dagger or silver bullet—or maybe by the girl doing something so simple as leaving her alive.

If Nancy leaves her, after the way they’ve fallen for each other, she knows she won’t be the same. Hell, the Robin she was before Nancy is already dead.

Pull the plug, but be careful

I don't wanna die too soon

I think there's good in you somewhere

I'll hang on 'til the chaos is through

Despite the pain and the confusion Robin is suffering, she really is in love. Deeply, irrevocably in love with the angel of death, and so despite her want for an end—a small part of her can’t help but want it to draw out more. Every day she wakes up in Nancy’s arms, without that wretched knife in her back, it’s heaven. A small slice of heaven that’s all hers. She hands her heart to Nancy without question, knows the end is inevitable, she’s practically begging for it, but she asks Nancy to be careful.

And this horrible hope begins to burn, literally burn, an angry, all consuming wildfire in her chest that is burning her from the inside out, because she’s in love and Nancy is too, and they’ve both changed. Nancy seems to almost forget her warpath in favor of the stolen moments with Robin, and she’s beginning to see the errors she’s made. Nancy is learning that not all monsters are as they seem—and that she herself isn’t as innocent as she’d like to believe. I just think this line in particular could be either one of them singing to the other. Nancy knows Robin is more than her affliction—she’s a good person. And Robin knows that Nancy is more than a killer. Robin becomes more determined to see this through, to forge ahead through the chaos because maybe, just maybe there’s a light at the end of the tunnel—and not in the sense of heaven after death.

It doesn’t work out.

The death of me was so quiet

No friends and family allowed

Only my murderer, you

And the priest who told you to go to hell

Nancy knows she can’t be feeling this, can’t be getting lost in love with a werewolf. Nancy distances herself a little, focusing her attention back on the hunt for the feral werewolf. It stings. Robin avoids her in turn.

But then the hunt is over, the feral werewolf is dead, and Nancy tries to find Robin, to tell her she’s leaving—she can’t do this anymore—and they fight. Robin calls her out.

Remember this post?

Robin loses it. For the first time ever, she loses control of the wolf. It’s quieter than her normal shifts at first. Silent crying as her bones break and shift, as her form morphs into the ugly beast she knows Nancy hates, the monster she tries so hard to keep inside herself, forced out by the very girl who feared this would happen. She knows Nancy will kill her now, will sink her dagger into Robin’s fur covered chest and twist it until Robin bled out on the ground. It’s Nancy’s fault, really. Her murderer. Does that make Robin the priest? Maybe. Or maybe it’s Nancy’s guilt. Perhaps it’s both.

And the funny thing is I would've married you

If you'd have stuck around

I feel more free than I have in years

Six feet in the ground

It’s true. Robin is head over heels for Nancy fucking Wheeler. Nancy Wheeler, the priss. Nancy Wheeler, the monster killer. Nancy Wheeler, her own death in human form. She would have married her in an instant, but instead she knows that it won’t end that way. Not with a gold wedding band, but with a silver noose around her neck, choking those traces of desperate love from her.

And it’s freeing, really. Knowing her death is inevitable, that in moments, Nancy Wheeler will march through the door and plunge a dagger into her heart. She’ll finally be free of this goddamn ache in her chest—and really, maybe the dagger has been there all along, in the form of this torturous doomed romance.

But it doesn’t come. Instead, Nancy opens the door—she heard the shift, of course—and she sees all 8 feet of Robin, her hooked claws and elongated fangs, the sharp golden eyes. She sees a monster, but… She sees Robin. Fucking Robin Buckley. She can’t do it.

She’ll step closer, put a hand out to the beast. Robin will growl at her, but she won’t care. She’ll caress the wolf’s nose, cup a hand against her face. The silver dagger will clatter to the ground as she stares into golden eyes that hold so much pain and love and anger and guilt will choke her.

She’ll cradle Robin’s broad head in gentle, bloodstained hands, and she’ll place a soft kiss on her forehead, and she’ll whisper “I’m sorry,” over and over until Robin comes back to her.

No killing blow is struck, but death happens. It isn’t the way Robin imagines it. It isn’t her life force bleeding out on the carpet, but the anger, the pain, it’s leaking out of her at the seems, rolling down her cheeks in bittersweet tears. A different body will hit the floor—that of the monster hunter, leaving behind the human girl she inhabited. Again Nancy will apologize and pull her in for a kiss.

And Robin will know this is the end—not her death, but Nancy Wheeler’s, and it was caused at her own bloody claws. But it was a death that needed to happen.

Doomsday is here, and it looks not like another mounted werewolf head, but like two broken girls embracing each other with acceptance.

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