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sadhours · 8 months

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“it’s like a gay fight club,” robin says as she refills the rainbow sprinkles.

“shut up,” steve groans, holding an ice pack up to his bruised cheekbone.

she wasn’t wrong but steve didn’t like the choice of the gay word. steve wasn’t gay, he just liked when hargrove socked him in the face and kissed his lips bloody. not gay. not at all.

his boss told him to stop getting in fights, his parents were also freaked out, asking him why every time they saw him he had a black eye and busted lip. plus he’s pretty sure hargrove broke his nose a month ago but he never went to the doctor. can’t be sure, it’s just looking a little crooked and he can’t remember if it’s always looked that way.

“you know, steven,” robin sits up on the counter, presses her palms on her knees and leans forward, “it’s okay to make out with him without beating each other to a pulp.”

“i regret ever telling you,” steve mumbles, sinking to the floor and closing his eyes. maybe she’s right, billy makes him see stars when they kiss so perhaps they could just skip the violent foreplay.

but hargrove legitimately intimidates him. so two weeks later when they meet at the quarry, he doesn’t say anything. what’s weird about this time is the blonde doesn’t either. usually he’s got well thought out insults locked and loaded. billy just walks up, all casual until there’s a foot between them. he’s sporting a black eye that’s too fresh to be from steve. and his knuckles are healed up so whoever gave him the shiner got away untouched. for the first time, steve wonders if hargrove plays this game with anyone else and the twinge of jealousy he feels in his gut makes him angry. so he shoves hargrove.

he’s good on his feet, plants them like he tells steve to so he doesn’t budge, but his lips curl up in a devilish smirk. and he shoves back, laughs when steve tumbles back onto his ass and kicks him when steve tries to get back up. hargrove keeps the bottom of his boot pinning steve to the ground, he can feel a sizable rock digging into his lower back. it’s painful but it feels good in all the wrong ways. the way hargrove peers down at him. the clear power play of the shorter guy towering above him, blue eyes intense and the snarl of his pink lips. steve’s at a loss, can’t do anything but stare back at him.

“giving up that easy?” hargrove taunts with a glint in his eyes.

“no,” steve spits but he doesn’t move, not even an inch.

billy snorts, brings his toe up to steve’s chin and waits for him to do something, anything. the brunette moves to the side a bit, grabs a hold of hargrove’s calf and shoves it away so he can sit up. he stands, grabs into the younger boy’s collar and yanks him close. it’s not as heated as it usually is. they're both uncomfortable, staring into each others eyes while steve pants.

“why don’t you skip all the bullshit and just kiss me?”

hargrove’s face contorts in anger, he grabs a hold of steve’s jacket and headbutts him before shoving him back down on the ground. billy’s on him in a heartbeat, landing a blow to the side of steve’s head and his ears ring with it. his arms go up defensively but hargrove doesn’t relent, keeps on delivering punch after punch until steve’s crooked nose is corrected and he’s tasting blood. he grabs a hold of steve’s face and shoves it into the dirt before he’s off of him and steve doesn’t move. tastes dirt and blood and arousal. he hears the roar of the camaro’s engine, the crunch of the gravel as hargrove reverses away and he doesn’t get up. steve stares up at the stars until the stabbing pain in his temple subsides. then he drags his sorry ass up and home.

and he’s mad. at himself. he shouldn’t have said anything. a kiss with a fist is better than none.

“steven harrington, again?!”

he thought he’d be home alone tonight. they weren’t due back for another week.

“i’ve joined a fight club,” he sings as he moves through the kitchen to the freezer, grabs a bag of peas and presses it to his busted nose.

“what in hell as gotten into you?” his mother asks in horror, “i know you’re joking but at this rate i don’t know what else it could be.”

steve groans, “i’m working it out. we’ll be best buds in no time.”

“i’m worried about you,” she sighs, standing beside her son and pats his back. “if someone’s bothering you, let’s press charges.”

“mom, i’m fine.”

steve liked it better when his mom didn’t pretend to care. maybe even liked it better when he wanted to punch billy more than he wanted to kiss him.

“this isn’t our usual spot,” hargrove says when steve mets him in the driveway.

steve shrugs, “plenty of grass in the backyard for you to shove my face in.”

“lead the way, pretty boy.”

he hands hargrove a beer when they get into the backyard. they make a race of shotgunning. billy wins by seconds and chucks his empty can at steve while he cackles. steve doesn’t stew on the way it makes his heart flutter, the sound of hargrove’s laugh. steve drops his can and walks over to the grass, puts his hand up to beckon hargrove to follow. billy tackles him, they wrestle on the damp blades for a beat, until steve gains the upper hand and has the shorter boy pinned under him. they’re both panting and steve’s got some pent out anger to get out. his mothers insistent on finding out who he’s been getting into these fights with. he’s got wet dreams he’s ashamed of. he looks down at the cocky grin and pretty blue eyes below him. the source of these confusing feelings, the source of his tangled grief and arousal so he lays into him. connects his fists with the prettiest face he’s ever seen, expresses his dreadful adoration in the blows. steve wants to ruin his fucking face, make it the ugliest in existence even though when they come away both bruised, swollen and bloody, he still finds hargrove annoyingly beautiful.

the blonde fucker is strong, grabs a hold of steve’s wrist and twists it. uses the agony steve endures to gain the upper hand and flip their positions, hargrove grabs his jaw, digs his nails into his cheeks and pushes his head against the soil. laughs, loudly and breathless. his lip is split open, his nose is bloody. he looks gorgeous and it makes steve wiggle his head, trying to break free from the younger guys grip.

“where the hell was this fire last time?” hargrove pants out.

steve squirms, pushes his thigh up against billy’s crotch.

“went all pansy on me.”

the words make steve fume, billy was the first one to turn this shit sexual. he’s the pansy, not steve. hargrove was the one who wanted this enough to shove his tongue down his throat the first time.

“shut the fuck up,” steve seethes, grabs onto billy’s biceps and scratches down them, trying to shove him off. it doesn’t work.

“yeah? begging me to kiss you like a little faggot,” hargrove taunts, turns his hand so steve’s cheek meets the grass.

okay so maybe steve plays dirty but it works, he pushes billy’s shirt open more and grabs a hold of the other boys nipple and tweaks it. the sound billy let’s out is a strangled sound. it would be a moan if he wasn’t so angry about it. he pulls steve’s face back and forces the other boys mouth open. and billy fucking spits in his mouth. two can play dirty. so steve thinks about what he can do in this moment. and really, the goal of this is get them both off.

he swallows, makes a show of it as he sticks his tongue out and begs the other to do something else.

hargrove’s go dark with lust and steve squirms under him, wants to let billy know what this shit does to steve. he slaps him, across the face and it’s different. billy doesn’t slap, he punches. steve can’t hold back the pathetic whimper and the roll of his hips. his cock is so hard it hurts, he can feel the pull of his zipper against it through the thin material of his thin briefs.

“you are a faggot, aren’t you, harrington?” billy asks it like it’s brand new to the both of them.

“you’re the faggot,” steve insists, writhing beneath him. “your jeans are so tight, there’s no hiding that fucking boner.”

“shut up,” the blonde seethes.

“make me.”

billy crashes his lips into steve’s, as angry as his fists were moments before. their teeth scrape, steve can taste the familiar metallic flavor as all

their past kisses. it’s got his head spinning. hargrove pulls at his hair, has to make it as beautifully painful as possible. has to bite steve’s lip to make it bleed even more.

but steve pushes him off, grabs onto his leather jacket and tug him to his bedroom. that was steve’s plan all along, anyhow. billy shoves him against the door, sinks to his knees while his fingers fumble to undo steve’s jeans. and he knows he can handle whatever abuse hargrove throws his way as long as the blonde gets on his knees at some point. billy sucks dick like his life depends on it. he gets steve’s cock out and hastily licks along the angry vein before wrapping his lips around the tip. sucks hard, gets as much down his throat as he can. moans around it. steve’s body feels heavier than ever, sinks down with it but hargrove doesn’t let up, bobs his head in steve’s lap.

“jesus,” steve gasps, knotting his fingers in sticky blonde curls. blue eyes meet his. the arousal in them has steve tugging at the curls. it’s not much but billy pours his every emotion in them. steve knows he loves this just as much as he does. “so pretty,” he tests the waters and luckily, he’s met with the batting of thick and gorgeous lashes.

maybe he’s queer, because steve’s never in his goddamn life been as attracted to anyone else with his dick in their mouth. billy hargrove is the prettiest person he’s ever seen. thinks for a brief second he might love him. because steve knows he loved nancy but he didn’t ever feel this way about her.

“billy,” he whines, pushing the loose curl off his

forehead.

hargrove hollows his cheeks, keeps batting his fucking lashes at steve.

“can i fuck you?”

hargrove pulls off him with a loud pop and as the nerve to look sheepish. he bites his lip, jerks steve off as he nods. that’s new. they never get this far, there’s never a bed, they settle for jerking each other off by the quarry.

so he kisses him, full of thanks and infatuation. their lips stay locked from the floor to steve’s perfectly made bed. billy sighs while steve pulls his clothes off, tosses them to his floor, kisses every bit of exposed flesh he can. shoulders, pecs, abs, thighs— all of it. lower, steve gets himself between billy’s thighs, grabs the flesh of him and licks between his cheeks. billy’s puckered hole is more than inviting, begs for steve’s tongue without words. steve can see it clench, billy’s thighs tremble. he gasps and pushes his tongue against it. billy whines, all high pitched and sweet when steve licks against his hole. steve’s never done this, he figures it’s like a girl. prep.

billy’s hole is different, it’s not wet with arousal but it’s clenching. he whines with it, squirms and gasps as steve tongues against him. he makes the prettiest sound when steve pushes his tongue inside, his fists clutch steve’s bedspread and he kicks his feet up. steve grins, pulls away and wraps his fingers around billy’s cock, squeezes.

“how’s it feel?” he’s genuinely curious.

billy let’s out this noise, a groan, a whine, a sound of desperation, “please don’t stop.”

steve wouldn’t dare. flicks his tongue against billy’s eager hole, about died when billy cries out. wants to hear him make those sounds forever, because he can’t believe it, can’t believe this guy he lets kick his ass and then suck his dick could be capable of such pretty, beautiful sounds. and steve wants more. he tongues around billy’s hole like he’s eating pussy. sloppily, hungry. wants to hear more of those pretty sounds hargrove makes. but steve’s cock is aching, he’s gonna need some relief soon so he shoves his fingers in his mouth, soaks them with as much spit as he can before pressing them against billy’s heat. can’t help but heave a desire soaked laugh at the sound billy makes, slides his middle finger inside and his breath catches in his throat at the tightness. billy arches, slams his fists against steve’s bed.

“fuck,” he pants, rolls his hips into it, like he needs more. “stevie…”

the pet name catches him off guard, his initial response is to say something mean but when he looks up at the pretty mess billy is, all he can do is whine. wants to shove his cock inside billy desperately. and steve has lube. the day he turned eighteen he bought it. occasionally jacks off with it but he bought it with the hope that one day he could use it in a moment like this. he drops the small plastic bottle on his bed and peels his shirt over his head while he kicks his nikes off and then pushes his jeans and briefs down together.

the look on billy’s face isn’t one steve’s used to, it’s softer. he gets between his legs again and leans down to kiss him. hargrove laces his fingers in steve’s hair and tugs while he writhes up against him. their hard cocks drag against each other and steve loses his breath. he sits back on his heels and grabs for the lube, pops the lid and generously coats his fingers, goes to rub it on his cock and billy sits up, eyes wide.

“tryna rip me open?” he asks, voice low but stern. “you’ve.. huh, you’ve never done anal before?”

steve’s embarrassed, can feel the heat in his cheeks, “no.”

it wasn’t for a lack of trying, he’d asked pretty much every serious girlfriend he had but they all said no.

billy chuckles, ghosts his fingertips along steve’s cheek and tsks, “you gotta take it kinda slow. fingers first.”

steve nods, presses his slippery middle finger back down to billy’s hole and pushes it inside. the blonde hums, licks his lips and lays back down. steve curls the single digit experimentally and billy groans, eyes fluttering shut. it’s much tighter than fingering a girl. makes his dick twitch and his thighs tingle. he fingers him slowly, eyes darting between his hand and billy’s face.

“more,” hargrove demands, lips puffy and parted.

steve adds his ring finger, eyebrows raising at the way billy sucks him up. billy’s fingers grip his sheets tightly and he lets out this pretty, breathy moan. steve curls his fingers some more, places his left hand on billy’s thigh and squeezes. hargrove opens his eyes and smiles up at him, pearly whites. steve wishes he knew he could do this to billy all those months ago. maybe hargrove wanted it. the way he looked at him in the locker room starts making sense. he was sure he caught billy looking at his dick. thinks maybe he should’ve called him out, maybe they’d be past all the fighting at this point.

it’s when he adds a third finger that he notices how wet billy’s cock is, precum dripping over the red head of it. the blonde is sweating, curls sticking to his forehead and his face is all flushed, eyelashes heavy with the sweat. he’s so pretty steve almost slips up and tells him so.

“fuck— ok, i’m ready,” he pants, reaching down to grab steve’s left wrist.

steve smiles, nods and pulls his fingers out. fumbles to grab the lube again and squeezes a sizable amount in his palm and fists his cock. makes sure he gets the majority of it on his tip before pressing it to billy’s hole and sinks it in. they both grunt, eyes squeezed shut. steve can’t help the jerk of his hips, pushes his length deeper in billy who lets out a breathless laugh, seems to enjoy it. steve blinks his eyes open to meet lustful blue ones.

“that’s why they call you king steve,” he smirks.

steve jerks his hips forward again, to shut hargrove up. it doesn’t work. though he’s not teasing steve but instead cries out, face contorted in pleasure. steve strokes his fingers across billy’s cheek and the blonde turns to bite his fingers, reminding him of their game. and well that’s fine, steve can handle that. he shoves his fingers back in hargrove’s mouth and holds his thigh up with his other hand. billy reaches up and grabs steve’s hair, pulling the messy tendrils as he arches his back. then steve pulls his fingers out and lowers his mouth to billy’s, kissing him harshly while he rocks his hips him faster. it’s so tight, excruciating as he tries to hold off blowing his load so early. billy’s not a chick but steve still wants to make sure he cums first. and he’s not sure he can really last much longer, so he pulls away from the kiss and spits in his hand, wrapping it around billy’s pulsing erection. strokes him tight and languid, curves his hand on every ascent.

billy is a mess like steve’s never seen before. sure, he gets pretty whiny when steve jerks him off or the two times steve’s actually gotten his mouth on him. but this is totally new, billy eyes cross as he bounces against the mattress, drool pooling at the corners of his lips. steve’s actually pretty flattered, hasn’t had a girl look so drunk on his dick before. he tries to keep his eyes open, though they sting from the sweat dripping down his face. he can’t miss a second of that blissed out look on hargrove’s face. it’s too pretty.

“oh, god,” he moans out, grabbing onto billy’s knees to keep his legs up.

hargrove just babbles out, incoherent sounds of ecstasy. if steve thought he looked pretty before, this is a whole other level. and billy’s so tight and warm and well, it’s getting kinda dry so he drops a leg and reaches for the lube again, squirting some on his dick as it pumps in and out of the other man.

billy props his feet up on the mattress, then his fists grab the sheets. steve’s eyes drop down, to hargrove’s perky nipples and can’t help himself, toys with one while his other hand goes back to stroking billy’s weeping cock. hargrove whimpers, squeezes his eyes tight and works his hips to meet steve’s thrusts. two strokes later he’s gasping out, “stevie!” and busting all over steve’s fist.

steve strokes him through it, milking billy for all he’s worth before he’s pulling out and wrapping his cum covered hand around his own cock. he jerks himself off until he’s spilling over billy’s softening cock, stuttering a moan out while his toes curl. he collapses beside billy, his chest heaving with labored breathes.

hargrove groans as he sits up and looks at the mess, “who’s the faggot now?”

steve laughs, “i think we both are.”

“shut your mouth and clean me up, pretty boy,” billy mumbles, covering his face with his hands.

steve leans over, pulling billy’s hands away and kisses him tenderly. hargrove kisses back, smiling into it. then steve cleans them up, asks billy if he wants to spend the night and billy looks apprehensive but steve convinces him to say yes with a couple of kisses.

#harringrove #lemon #billy x steve #harringrove ficlet

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oxtofmydcpth · 6 months

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The aftermath:

character updates following the Halloween Event and the earthquake.

Cardelle has been busy helping with the relief efforts. Knowing he's not the smartest but can take direction well, he's helping mostly with the construction side of things, putting those stupidly large muscles to good use.

Dodger has been at home looking after Jay, not leaving her side while Phoenix is working. In terms of her memory issues, he's following Phoenix's lead, letting him explain things in his own time and acting as the moral support as he always does.

Falco has been homebound, metal piercing his shoulder during the quake after he pushed Vincent out of the way of falling debris, keeping him pinned there until rescue. Vincent stayed with him until then and has come to visit him most days to check his recovery. They also may have kissed because Falco was convinced he was gonna die, but they've yet to talk about it.

Floyd has been taking care of the residents at Sunnyside as normal, but is making moves behind the scenes to get his plan for complete mayoral leadership over Huntsville in action. He's also not completely happy with how the Commune has these random newbies taking up important positions, and he's voicing these complaints, but his focus remains the town. If he can get the Town, he can get the Commune after.

Hunter to no one's surprise has been sulking since the earthquake. His friendship with Mo is pretty much on the rocks (thread incoming) and his relationship with Val now feels non-existent, so he doesn't really have anyone he can go to. So if people feel like they haven't seen the little bleach blond bastard for a while, they haven't. But he's thinking he may pursue one of the other storylines the town has to offer and hopefully have some fun along the way.

Kane I think is pissed right now. Given the state of the town and how many injured folk there are, people don't care about the Fight Club at the moment, and people aren't coming to train with him as much while they focus on fixing their homes and healing their wounds. So he's helping out with some of the fixing where he can, but he's probably falling back on some old vices just to keep himself sane in the meantime.

Ric my poor boy, after spending a lot of the time with Peyton he's now back at his place, but she comes to visit him often. The leg he twisted a few week prior to Halloween is the one that got injured the most and it's strapped up in a makeshift leg brace. He's supposed to be resting but is adamant he should help with rebuilding the town, so if you see him out and about, no you didn't. He's also experiencing bad headaches but he's not telling anyone about that.

Sycamore remains as miserable than ever, has yet to check on how Spencer is doing and is more interested in getting sympathy for her own minor injuries. She seems more and more interested in the crack that was formed by the quake, hearing the stories of ghosts coming up from within it. Lots of thinking going on in this corner of the Commune.

#event // halloween #Character Update

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slasher-male-wife · 2 years

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The Freaks: Eddie Munson x male reader part three

Ok I'm taking a break from vampire brain rot induced by my mutuals and I'm back to posting about this beautiful man. I'm being honest this is one of those times I just write something down then edit it to make it look like I knew what I was doing the entire time.

Part one Part two

Summary: You go back to Eddies trailer and end up in hellfire by the end of the night

Warnings: Strong language

After a bit of a drive you pull up at Eddies trailer, getting out of your car and meeting him at the front door. "So my uncle works the night shift so we have the place all to ourselves." He unlocks the door and leads you in. It's a small but nice place with an underlying smell of something you can't quite pick up. Cigarettes? Mildew? You can't tell. You're lead to Eddies room, a very chaotic place. Posters plastered all over the walls. Clothes and magazines all over the floor. His side table and desk are full of junk. But still if feels a bit charming and fitting for a guy like Eddie. It's like what you expected.

"So Mr. Munson I assume it's standard you bring all your dates back to your house." You tease. Eddie laughs a bit and looks back at you, taking off his leather jacket.

"This is a date now? You should've told me before Y/n I could've done something more fun with you." He teases.

"It's a joke Eddie," You look over and find what appears to be a hand made flag for corroded coffin. You smile, "I know I've only known you for a week but you don't give off the artsy type." He looks over at the flag too.

"Yeah well I dabble in it. The hellfire club helps make the shirts with me. Pretty fun times. Not too different than your fake gore stuff."

"Yeah I guess not. I know some stuff. I don't really tell people but I can use a sewing machine too, pretty good at it. I also know how to make like realistic fake fangs-"

"No way man," He cuts you off sitting on his bed, "You have to make me a pair. I can like pay you but it would be killer to have fangs."

"You're also an aspiring vampire? Good to know." Eddie rolls his eyes and your smile widens.

"Well it would be fun to have it for dnd, and scaring people around school."

"I get that," You sit next to him on his bed, " I kinda wanna scare some people off. I wish Jason would leave me the hell alone like everyone else does. Sure there's the ocasinal comment or the mean note left in my locker but he kind of goes out of his way."

"People are assholes, but hey you've got us," He says with a light punch on your arm, "and next time Jason gives you shit let me know. I can totally kick his ass." You let out a short howl of laughter.

"Eddie a toddler with no arms could kick your ass, no offense." It's his turn to laugh now.

"Oh you wanna bet? I can totally pin you down in less than a minute."

"Bull shit. Have you seen my arms?" You say giving them a playful flex, "I'm super strong and I could pin you in under a minute."

"Alright then lets see. Winner gets 10 dollars."

"Eddie I'm not gonna fight you, we're not children." He gives an exagurated sigh and pretend mopes, slumping over a bit.

"Suit yourself Y/n, I just know I could beat anyone in a fight at anytime." You roll your eyes and spot a box on his desk. The familar dnd logo is written on the side and you get up.

"Have you started a new game of dnd yet?" You ask grazing a few fingers over the box.

"Well our new campain starts soon. Are you interested in joining?" He ask. You nod looking back over at him.

"I mean I kinda am. I like that fantasy kinda shit. Always wanted to be a vampire or something."

"Vampires aren't in dnd," He says getting off his bed and walking over to the desk. He grabs the box and motions for you to follow him out of his room, "I assume you don't have a character."

"I don't," You two end up at his 'kitchen' table, you take a seat next to him and he opens the box, "Do I get to make one?"

"Of course you do," He digs around and pulls out a paper, pencil and die, "Now let's get started shall we? So you should pick a race from this list," He hands you two papers, one with a template for a character creation on it and one with more information. You look over the races for a few minutes.

"Is an elf a good choice?" You ask looking at him, getting a beautiful look at his big brown doe eyes. He nods.

"Yeah they're good for archers and warriors. So just write that down along with a name for your character." You put down elf in the proper space and hover your pencil over where your characters name goes. You print 'Y/n the great' down and Eddie laughs.

"What's so funny?" You ask genuinly.

"Well you can name him anything you want. Why not do something more fun," You look back at the paper with a small nod and erase the old name. In it's place you put 'Virrel Myers', "Myers? Like Michael Myers?" He asks.

"Yeah I'm a horror movie fan. Why not?" You see his smile grow a little wider.

"Yeah, why not? Now you need to pick a class. Because you're an elf I suggest picking a ranger or a fighter," You think for a moment before putting down ranger, "Perfect now it's time to fill in your skills," he puts a six sided die in your hand, "Roll it for each skill and put that number down," You spend the next five minutes rolling the die and adding the following number, "Perfect, now I'll help you add your modifiers." You two keep going for another 15 minutes filling in the paper and in the end you're left feeling tired. You let out a yawn and stretch your arms.

"I think I should be getting home, I'm really tired." You say checking your watch. It's around 11:30. Thank god you called your parents earlier.

"You could spend the night. My uncle doesn't get home until like 7 and I leave for school before then most of the time. I mean only if you want to you know?" You nod.

"Thank you Eddie but I think I'm gonna go back home, I don't wanna like mess anything up."

"Alright I get that," You two get up and Eddie walks you to the door, "I'll see you tomorrow Virrel." You chuckle.

"I'll see you tomorrow too Ed's." You walk back to your car and get in. Eddie doesn't shut the door until he sees you drive off. A smile still on his face. He like you Y/n. You're a real cool dude.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie x male reader #stranger things #eddie stranger things

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sensei-venus · 1 year

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Mike Barnes/Chubby!Reader Headcanons

(I literally have so much of this shit- I have a whole story line and everything- I have addiction to Mike Barnes) (Unedited)( @gemini-sensei )

•Mike met his wife in the early 90s, his karate career was slowly fading after the championship, Silver basically helped to tarnish his name in the media and karate world after not helping him succeed in taking down Daniel LaRusso. Life wasn’t going his way by a long shot and he was pissed about it. He spent most of his days clubbing, living it up as much as he could. It was rough.

•They met by complete accident, a huge misunderstanding. Mike was almost completely plastered in the middle of the night. The club he was at kicked him out and he was strolling around, to drunk out of his mind to get behind the wheel. He came across a shitty dinner, big neon lights, dim lights inside, place smelled like twenty years of cigarette smoke. Of course he went in to get the most nasty grease filled burger they had. It helped clear his head or a moment. When something or more like someone was pushed into his booth right on top of him, he was both stunned and pissed, his brain dizzy from the liquid from earlier.

•At first he was going to go off, cuss the person out and then beat their ass for getting in his space. That flew out the window when his eyes focused and he was meet with cleavage right in his face. Big breasts where directly in front of his face, inches away from having his nose buried in tits. Thick thighs where pushed against him.

“I’m so sorry!”

Laugher was heard from behind her, two roughed up guys laughed loudly while pointing at her. Even in his drunk state Mike knew that the women had been pushed into his booth.

•After that a drunken fight followed but surprisingly Mike wasn’t kicked out, the two assholes where. He went back to eating when the women who had been pushed into him came up. She was a bit shy but straight forward when it came to trying to apologize for falling on him. He got a better look at her and he suddenly wasn’t all that mad about it.

“Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

“Sit with me.”

It was the most simple and probably “un-Barnes” thing to say and do, but the words just came out. She flushed a little in her chubby cheeks before sitting down on the other side of the booth. They chatted for a few hours even after Mike was done eating.

•After that it because a habit of his, get slightly less drunk then that night and then head over to the dinner. Weekends turned into week days, that turned into months. He quickly became infatuated with the chubby girl who frequented the dinner during late nights. He always looked out for her. He started to try and court her not long after. Their relationship slowly grew into something more as time went on.

•He took notes on everything she said, about her life and job, her hobbies. He tried to learn everything he could about her. She was very open which only fueled his growing love for her. She was extremely sweet and kind but could also put her foot down while was also a plus. And man was her laugh was intoxicating. Maybe that’s why by month five of knowing her he stopped going to the clubs to get wasted and then going to see her. He wanted a clear mind when going to talk to her.

•She learned pretty early on about his karate past and his career. He was surprised when she didn’t have any unkind words about it or suddenly became a grupie. She actually thought it was pretty cool and made him show her some of his moves. He smirked at her the first time they went on the mat together. He talked her into letting him teach her a few moves for fun, if only felt better when she put up one hell of a fight on the mat. But of course he was more experienced and got the upper hand, pinning her to the mat. At first he thought she would cry or pout about it, but when she laughed at him he couldn’t help but smile at her.

•A year later they where officially dating and it was the best decision he had ever made. The brewing hate for his past karate career was fading, turning back into love for the art. But it was only because of his girlfriends constant pushing to revaluate his feelings on the matter. The bonding he did with her on the mat only solidified the love he had for the art and his love for her, karate was forever going to be apart of him, it was up to him if he was going to let the bad past of it haunt him and ruin what it had going for his life now.

•About three years later, into the mid 90s, he finally popped the question and married her. The wedding was small but lush. They spent their time together wisely, in each other’s arms. Later that same year he found himself under the wing of a top furniture king of LA. He learned about the furniture trade inside and out, the the actual making to the wear house to the show floor. His wife would later work by his side, the two of them being in the top level of the furniture game. His boss even letting him open his own building.

•Life was good for a while. Rough patches happened family wise, his love for his wife never dying and hers for him. But time went on and there family didn’t grow, not as much as they wanted it too. His wife was devastated for the rest of the 90s, Barnes was the only one keeping her together, his own heart breaking. During the early 2000s is when all of that changed, a stroke of luck as he would put it later on. Their family grew within a year. Life was great.

-of course 2018 started to happen and things started to get interesting for him once again-

#cobra kai #cobra kai blog #cobra kai ask blog #cobra kai headcanons #mike barnes #karate kid mike barnes #mike barnes headcanon #mike barnes x chubby! reader #chubby reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #mike barnes x chubby reader #cobra kai x plus size reader #plus size reader

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since I’ve been inspired by @rafkirin ‘s post about Kirin doing pottery, here’s the extracurricular/club I think each of the 8 boys would be in:

Raf- you cannot tell me raf doesn’t do photography. it’s either his elective, or something he does in his free time. either way, he never submits his work because he isn’t confident in it, but he’s got a good eye. marisol

Kirin- THIS MAN DOES BALLET. fight me. whether it’s required for his lacrosse the way some football players are, or he did it as a ‘joke’ elective, or his mom somehow got him into it, kirin o’conner is a dancer.

Ivan- this one was obvious, Ivan does anything with writing. poetry club, creative writing, literary club, you name it. I don’t know if he’d be in GSA, just doesn’t seem like the type. I do see him in student government though, making sure the school events are worth him going to (id trust him with the spirit week theme).

Scotty- I don’t think I have to even say this one, he does speech and debate. heavy on debate. and he obliterates the competition, the man oozes Ted Talk energy.

Bo- this one was hard because I don’t see bo being allowed to do a lot outside of school, but I CAN see him being the kid whose dad forced him to try out for every sport imaginable in the hopes of having a star athlete in the family. I don’t think he does any though. maybe he’d play guitar, if allowed to.

Seth- seth 100% also does or has done speech and debate. I’ve known TOO MANY debate kids with his same energy. except I see him more in the individual events, from improvisational speaking to humorous interpretation (this man is dangerously close to doing stand up)

Josh- ‘josh, what clubs are you going to sign up for?’ ‘yes.’ specifically, I see josh being the only ‘straight’ boy in his school’s GSA. he is also the type to enthusiastically wear an ‘ask me about my pronouns’ pin, only to happily say they’re he/him.

Henry- okay part of me wants to say that Henry is above anything to do with his peers, but another part of me totally sees him in philosophy club, but out of genuine want to express his pessimism with like-minded intellectuals and cynics of the world.

I’m feeling a bit short of brain matter today, so please add your own if you think of them

#the wilds #the wilds s2 #rafael garcia #kirin o'conner #ivan taylor #scotty simms #bo leonard #seth novak #henry tanaka

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By Talos, This Can't be Happening pt. 7: Two Sizes of the Coin

Swag gets swept up into someone else's business.

@cardwrecks @captainbaddecisions

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They were up nearly with the sun the next day, turned out by the innkeeper who apparently had a fairly high customer turnover rate. Night shift people needed the rooms to sleep in during the day, and they hadn't even paid hard coin for theirs, so they couldn't complain. Well, not to the innkeepers face anyway.

Helix parted from him out in the city, with an agreement to meet back up at the T&T at around noon. Then she was off to find other mages or something like that, and he was left to scavenge an entire new city for opportunity.

The smith was easy to locate; the sound of a hammer pounding metal was pretty easy to identify, even if he'd only ever heard it on TV. He slipped inside the heat blasted building to examine what was on offer.

Very solid armor, large, thick plates of it, swords half as tall as he was, big, blocky hammers and two-headed axes. It all looked very heavy.

The smith only noticed him after a few moments, wiped grime from his forehead, and grinned wide and friendly. “Welcome in, cousin!” the smith greeted in a large, soot-rough voice. “Anything I can fit you with today? What's your style? One hand? Two hands? I've got most of your basic things, though the bows aren't my make.”

What was his style? Running the fuck away. He probably couldn't buy 'improvised weaponry' here, and small firearms were out of the question. A cane...probably just equated to a club or walking stick, and he could definitely find that outside in the forest for free.

He shrugged.

“Set of knuckle dusters? You know. For the punching?” he mimicked the action at the smith's confused stare.

“Oh, I see. Gauntlets. Ah, well, unfortunately, I don't really do the fiddly detailed work anymore.” He held up his left hand, which was missing two fingers. “But I know someone who does.”

He lifted his arm, and pointed to the west.

“You'll want to get to Chorrol. Rasheda's the smith there, up and coming young thing, beautiful work. She's very good with the more delicate pieces, could make you a pair of gauntlets that would form to every joint in your hand. Not cheap though, but good work shouldn't be, am I right?”

“No, you're right. Well, in the meantime, could you get me a care kit for this?” Swag set his dagger down on the counter. The smith picked it up to give it a close examination.

“Yeah...looks like it needs it. And I can bang this loose pin back in too. Five septims, I'll do all that and fix it up a bit. Sound good?”

“Sounds great, man.”

Swag left with a newly refurbished blade, and everything he would need in order to maintain it. He really wanted to hold tight to the rest of their scarce coins until he could find a way to increase their number, but the knife was their only real weapon, and it needed to be upkept.

He decided to head back to the Tap a little early, and see what he might glean from the people there. Some kind of simple work, entertainment, or...

He really hadn't meant for it to happen, though in hindsight, he supposed it was inevitable. Drunk people were easy to hustle, but also easy to anger, and he learned the rules of the game a little too fast, won a little too often. It aroused suspicion in even the most inebriated mind, and Swag had no friends here.

The brawl had spilled out onto the street, and the guards didn't bother with discernment.

Thus, he found himself stuck in the local clink for the night, with a split eyebrow and a bruised ego, but he wasn't as badly off as the other guy. Dumb fuck had taken a swing at the guards and gotten a broken nose and a week long prison stay for his trouble. Everybody else had cooperated after that, and the whole posse would have a warm night indoors for it.

His cellmate was someone who hadn't been involved in the fight, a surly, chatty fellow who mentioned that he was in for life, and insisted he'd been framed. He didn't seem to be trying the typical prison intimidation routine, so Swag mostly ignored him in favor of the sweetest and most terrifying sound an incarcerated man could hear: his lover's shouting, furious voice coming closer and closer.

“You let me see my husband this instant! I want to know what happened! Get out of my way!”

Ah, now that was nice. She might kick his ass later, but it was worth it to hear her chewing out a constable for not opening the door fast enough. Five feet of unstoppable force shoved past the beleaguered prison guard to spot him leaning against the iron bars.

“Edward!” She rushed forward to clutch his hands, completely ignoring the guards order to stay away from the bars. “What happened? Who put you here? You can't be here! Oh, your face!”

“I'm fine, it's just a cut. Looks worse than it is. Look, there was a game, there was a wager, there was a completely unfounded accusation of cheating, and there was a little bit of a fight. It's more embarrassing than anything else, really.”

“But...but they won't let you out! How do I get you out? I can't just leave you here!”

In another world, she really could just walk in and walk back out with him in tow, and no one the wiser. But not here, and the concern was etched deep into her face.

“Hey, hey don't worry. I know how to survive prison.” He tried to soothe her, but the thin whine that escaped her marked it as a failure. “It's only overnight, I'll be out in the morning. Find someplace to sleep and don't worry. I'm not gonna dye my hair or anything, it'll be okay. This is just a dumb thing you can scold me about later.”

The guard tried to pull her away, but she fixed him with a snarling glare so heated that he let go and backed up. Swag's heart fluttered a bit. It did things to him, when Helix got all fiery and impetuous. Still, the guard had a sword on his hip, and Helix had nothing. It was a bad time for going all melty inside.

Instead, he kissed her hands and convinced her to leave peacefully, that he would meet her at her 'mage's guild' the next day. Then he settled back against the wall to wait.

His cellmate seemed deeply unimpressed by the romantic display, regaling him with an unprompted lecture about the inconstancy of women. Seemed the fellow had been involved in a Bonnie and Clyde type situation, only his sweet Bonnie had stabbed him in the back after a big heist. Now he was doing life for a murder he swore he didn't commit, and wanted revenge. Swag wasn't sure he believed the guys account of what happened, but the mans promise of treasure might be worth looking into. Once he got out, he might just visit this Arnora and see what was up.

They kept him a few hours longer than they should have, out of spite, he was sure. The guard Helix had intimidated probably had an axe to grind. But soon enough he was back under the sun, strolling through the business district in search of the Mage's Guild.

The architecture here was distinctive, solid stone and ornately carved wooden doors and pillars. He found a building flying green banners, blazoned with a sundisk eyeball, surrounded by strange sigils. Yep, definitely magic shit.

He tried to get in, but the haughty woman behind the desk forced him back out. Only mages were allowed, according to her. The harpy wouldn't even tell him where Helix was, just that she was in the middle of doing her a favor, and couldn't be interrupted.

Disgruntled, but not equipped to get in an argument with someone who could shoot fire from her hands, Swag instead decided to follow up on finding that Arnora lady. Helix would come outside sometime.

Swag got the feeling that the fellow in the jail might not have been exaggerating this womans duplicity. Oh she spun a tale all right, of fear for her life, of the violence from her male companion, of feeling trapped in a lifestyle she never wanted. All the while wearing ostentatious jewelry and fine clothing bought with the spoils of that lifestyle. Unfortunately for her, he was intimately familiar with that life, and the habits of those within it, and her performance was just a little too pat. Her appeals to his masculine protective instincts too rote.

Aww, she thought she could manipulate him.

How cute.

It was easy enough to play along and leave her satisfied...with their bargain, of course. He'd already decided she couldn't have even a single inch of him, but he didn't hesitate to plant the suggestion. It had been very effective, and he sauntered back to the jailhouse, twirling her distinctive pendant in the air, suffused with the gratification of a successful scam. Easy, easy, easy.

It was funny, the two tales, so different in ways that were obviously bullshit. Each one claiming complete innocence in a crime that absolutely took two. Lying to him over and over again, and soooo badly. And all over a stolen treasure. He was very tempted not to split it halvsies with her, like he'd agreed, to just grab Helix and abscond with the whole thing.

Eh, but maybe not. Fun was fun, but Arnora seemed to have inexplicably good standing with the other people in town, if the murmurs of the citizens outside her house were any clue. Making an enemy with actual social clout so soon just wasn't advisable. He could probably talk his way out of it, but for now, he needed to visit an old friend on the inside.

The angry man laughed at the sight of the pendant Swag brought, and gave up the location of the money without any further demands, but with a warning to look out for the big bull.

Well, Swag didn't wear red, so he wasn't too worried.

Out the north gate and down to where the path split, and yes, a cluster of stones with a bush sprouting on top. That was the place. Whistling, Swag trotted down the path, ready to shove the rocks aside, and claim his prize.

The sound of a blade being drawn quietly behind him. Not quiet enough. Swag threw himself to the side and the sword struck the stone instead, throwing a spark.

“Hey, what the fuck man?” Swag snapped. The prison guard glared at him, sour-faced over his missed shot. “Not cool, dude.”

“I've been trying to get the location of this stash out of Joundr for days now.” the guard sneered. “And you just led me right to it.”

“Yeah, pretty dumb on my part, gotta admit.” Swag said, maneuvering toward the road. Why hadn't he realized that he might not be the only one searching for this treasure? His eyes flicked up the road, toward the city. He could definitely outrun this guy.

“Don't bother. There's no one for you to go to. I already took care of the woman. You're the only loose end left.”

Took care of the woman.

Freezing, terrible rage seeped in, filling the spots where his soul drained away, and his brain offered up only thoughts about how he could take this man apart, piece by piece, make it last, make it hurt...

His hand strayed unconsciously toward his dagger, all shiny and clean and waiting, but the man just kept talking, as if no one in this entire world knew that a villainous monologue only brought consequences. Amateurs, all of them, he could blow through this town like a tide of consequences-

“-and who wouldn't take the word of a humble, hardworking city guard when there's a convenient foreigner to blame for the murder of such a fine, upstanding citizen? You can try to run, and your little bitch can breathe fire all she likes, but you were the last one seen with Arnora, and all the evidence points to you.”

He was alive again, breathing, feeling, relief pumping out of his heart along with his blood. He bent over, hands on his knees.

“Oh shit dude.” he gasped. “I think that's the first time a stupid monologue actually saved a mans life!”

“Enough. Die like a Nord, or die like a worm!”

“I'll take the third thing, thanks!”

Swag, already bent over, reached down, grabbed some dirt, and flung it directly into the charging guards eyes. As he flailed about, Swag dashed past him and vaulted over the stones. The blinded guard smashed his sword into everything near him, but none of those things were Swag, and that was all that mattered.

A huge bellow sounded over the racket of sword on stone, a massive, grotesque creature crashing into the blinded guard with enough force to lift and carry him along.

The big bull. It really was; a black, bipedal creature with an enormous bovine head.

A goddamn minotaur!

Swag flattened himself against the stones, squeezing into whatever cracks he could find, cloak up over his head. Just pretend to be a rock.

The confrontation was short. Aside from the crunch and shout, and stomping of the initial charge, Swag heard little more than the clank of fallen armor, and the dissatisfied snorting of an angry bull crashing off through the underbrush.

After many minutes of quiet, and the picking up of birdsong in the trees, Swag peeked back over the stones.

The corrupt guard lay in a twisted heap, a very large hole punched right through his thick breastplate.

Welp. Treasure wouldn't be doing this guy any good now. Sucked for him, but he had murdered Arnora, and had tried to murder him, so Swag's sympathy was short.

Speaking of...

He slowly and cautiously approached the definitely very dead body, just to make sure. Yup. That was what a dead man looked like. Habit set his eyes roaming for useful things to lift off the corpse, but...no. Instead, Swag retrieved Arnoras distinctive pendant, and planted it on the body.

Try to frame him, huh? Well he'd just frame right back!

Was it framing if the guy actually did it though? In any case, he wouldn't be returning the thing to Arnora.

“Well, rest in peace, I guess. Hope you're less of a dick, wherever you end up.”

Swag returned to the stones to retrieve the prize he'd come out for in the first place. Shifting the rocks turned up a small strongbox, the contents of which he scooped into one of his many stolen pouches. He'd sort it out later. He also noticed a few bluish-gray mushrooms, and grabbed them too. A nice little extra for Helix, when she got done running mage errands.

Swirling with a conflicting mix of pride, satisfaction, adrenaline, and regret, Swag turned back to the path.

Something snorted loudly behind him.

Swag broke for the city like a dart from a gun.

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#swag!riddler #Helix #the elder scrolls

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[Book Three of...]

Story: 4 out 5 Smut: 2.5 out of 5

Oh wow. I don’t know why I was skeptical about a Wizard of Oz reimagining, but damn… it was so good! Although I do feel stupid for trying to match the “Wizard of Oz” characters to their “Wretched” counterpart lol.

Books One and Two had male villains, so it was fun to read about a female villain.

As the brains behind her family’s drug empire, I was nervous about how Evie was going to get her happily ever after with the new guy she fell for- an undercover DEA agent. She just keeps digging herself deeper and deeper, and just when you think Nick/Brayden is gonna meet his limit with her… he evolves.

I did not expect the DEA agent to evolve the way he did. But damn, I loved that he questioned himself and made the decisions that he did.

Wretched is filled with family and relationship angst, as well as some betrayals that you won’t see coming. Like holy hell… that one… towards the end… jaw dropped!

* Oohhh. So did Dorothy kill Nessa or is Evie just blaming her to blame her..? Interesting.

* Dorothy is the dad’s weakness? Seriously? I wanna see a cat fight between sisters Evie and Dorothy haha. It’s gonna be interesting when Nicholas is sent in to cozy up to Dorothy, but ends up fucking Evie 😏

* Damn. Such a quick, hard fuck in the bathroom and Evie flees. I’m seriously so excited to see Nick freak out when he notices she’s the sister to the mark he’s supposed to get to know. Yes!

* Ezekiel is gonna turn rat by bringing Nick into the fold?

* Wow. Dorothy’s such a cunt for what she said. And look at Ezekiel snapping at her in defense of Evie. I hope someone punches the shit out of her or kills her.

* So Evie is the “Wicked Witch of the West”, but who are the others? I feel dumb lol.

* Well shit. Dorothy is smitten with the guy who got his dick wet in her sister just a week or so ago 😂

* Oh fuck yeah. The meeting. Nick/Brayden can’t keep his eyes off Evie and Dorothy is already talking in his ear and trying to paint Evie as crazy. Fucking bitch.

* Cody, the hacker, is Oz. Fitting. Man behind the curtain and all.

* Evelina should have cut his dick off.

* Goddamn. I love how she calls him pup.

* And they fucked in the strip club basement. Oh lord. She should have recorded it and played it for Dorothy lol.

* Her sister’s body was never recovered..? What if she dipped? What if she’s still alive..? God, I would love that for Evie.

* Wow. How the fuck is this gonna go down. They want the supplier, but that supplier is Evelina. She cooks up everything. I just can’t see how these two can live happily ever after 😬

* Wow. Nick/Brayden has got a mouth on him. I love it.

* Ouch. Him telling Evie she’s not worth it just got me fucked up.

* Damn. She straight up murdered people in front of him. How is he gonna get her off the hook for this?

* “Let me be your calm in the chaos, pretty girl.”

* Oh fuck. The dad is the one cutting up Evie’s drugs and adding bullshit into it all to make MORE cash? wtf. I hope they can pin everything on the dad and Dorothy so Evie can run away with Nick/Brayden.

* What is it with guys fucking girls with guns? Lol.

* Also… poetry while fucking is a little weird. Ngl.

* God, the dad is such an asshole. And wtf is Dorothy up to? She’s nervous. Why?

* FUCKING DOROTHY! God, I hope she dies.

* Is this how Evie and Nick/Brayden will get their HEA? She’s gonna sell out her dad and/or burn everything to the ground? Yes, please!!!

* Oh no. She said those three little words, he panicked, and Dorothy just gave him the information he needed about who the supplier is. This fucking sucks.

* Holy fuck. She knows. His cover is blown, but he didn’t tell his partner that she’s the supplier!

* God that was a satisfying end for Dorothy. Not so much her dad, but now I got other shit to worry about lol.

* CODY?! OZ!? What the fuck, man!!!

* NICHOLAS!!! Oh my god. My heart can’t take this.

* “I love you. I didn’t know that I could love until you. And you’re not perfect, okay? You piss me off and you do things I never thought I’d be all right with, and you’re moody as hell. You’re actually the furthest fucking thing from perfect I’ve ever seen. But, Evelina… you’re perfect for me.”

* Why am I just realizing Nick is the “Tin Man” 😂 and Ezekiel was the “Cowardly Lion” 🤦🏻‍♀️ Who tf was the Scarecrow tho?!

* I wanna go to Ireland now…

#never after series #booktok book review #book review #wretched #emily mcintire #dark romance #romance #the wizard of oz retelling #the wizard of oz reimagining #the wizard of oz #evelina westerly #nicholas woodsworth #villain era #villains do it better

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'*•.¸♡ cheating or not ♡¸.•*'

basically a thought about reader having a toxic bf and ellie taunting you about it because she just finds it so pathetic😓also my previous drabble had 222 words and this one has 888?? someones giving me signs i swear

"he was supposed to come over today!" you said, on the verge of a mental breakdown.

❥︎your best friend kept laughing at your boyfriend. at his absence. at your hope.

"told you!" she shouted happily. "told you he's not good for you!"

❥︎you jumped on the bed and pulled the covers over your face.

"ellie, you're not helping." you mumbled. "what do you think he's doing?"

she lied next to you and grinned, seeing your realization. "probably fucking another naive girl."

"come on!" you playfully kicked her. "maybe he's just asleep."

"or got in a car crash, or got abducted by aliens." ellie groaned in annoyance.

❥︎you poked a hand out from underneath the covers, and she caught a hold of your wrist. after a little fight, you were sitting on top of her.

"or, he could have ditched you for a weekend to have a wild time by himself?" she continued.

"why are you saying that?!" you yelled as ellie kept laughing under you. "why are you even putting those thoughts into my head? he loves me, ellie!" you pinned her hands above her head, knowing she's much stronger than you and would easily get away of your grip if only she wanted to. still, she let you have this moment of advantage.

"suuure!" she replied sarcastically. "do you think he imagined it's you while making out with that popular girl a week ago?"

"stop!" you throw your hands in the air in frustration, accidentally freeing ellie's arms and losing your win over her.

ellie grinned and flipped you upside-down again, this time she pinned your arms above your head. "i think there are lots of women more interesting than you. with their own mind and their own opinions. ones that don't just follow their boyfriends-" she sat up and straddled your waist. "and he's going to break up with you... tomorrow." she said in a sing-song voice.

"no he isn't!" you squirmed and tried to escape. "what makes you say that!?"

your protests were met with laughter. "you know i'm right. you've got all the signs. he's acting cold towards you lately, doesn't want to talk to you much."

"maybe it's just because he's busy." you muttered, trying to find some kind of reason behind his sudden behaviour.

"maybe it's because he likes someone else." ellie teased, leaning closer to your face. "don't you think so?"

❥︎you bit your lip and tried to free your wrists, looking to the side as an attempt to avoid her gaze.

you could feel ellie's hot breath on your face as she leaned closer towards you. "look at me." she ordered. "now tell me that he'll stick around. i dare you to say that."

tears started to well up in your eyes. "he'll stick around." you whispered.

"what? speak up." ellie demanded.

"he'll stick around." you repeated, this time audibly. "he loves me!"

ellie smiled and leaned closer, until your faces were only inches apart from eachother. "i'll tell you what he thinks of you now."

"what?" you whispered, dreading her answer.

"i'll show you, even!" she excitedly sat up and without moving off top of you took her phone.

❥︎after a minute of silence she passed it to you - revealing a photo of your classmate in a club. nothing interesting, you thought. but, ellie zoomed on the crowd behind her, where you could see your boyfriend. obviously, not alone.

"what the fuck is that?" you scoffed as she took her mobile back.

"what does it look like?" ellie grinned, leaning forward, now with her phone up in your face. "he's making out with some random chick!" she said gleefully. "at a club!" she laughed and sat back, a triumphant look on her face. "what are you gonna do about it?"

"it's just a kiss." you shook your head, trying to convince not only ellie but also yourself. "it's not cheating..."

"no?" she laughed and leaned down.

❥︎her hands continued to pin yours down, so you won't pull her away, as she kissed you. your eyes widened and you gasped, what made her smile against your lips. you didn't kiss her back but she didn't care and took her time anyways.

"what are you doing?!" you tried to sound disgusted but, probably, failed. "i have a boyf-"

she cut you off with a chuckle. "so kissing is cheating now, huh?"

❥︎you realized how much of a hypocrite you made yourself be, so you quickly shook your head, hoping to fix everything. with that, she leaned down again. this time, you couldn't hold back.

❥︎time seemed to slow in the kiss, as ellie pressed her body against yours. you could feel her legs shifting, until one of her knees stuck between yours thighs. your arms became untied, but you couldn't bring yourself to push her away. your eyes slowly closed, and a light buzz spread from your lips down to your stomach. your head started to spin, as you felt ellie's tongue enter your mouth, and suddenly, what you thought you knew went out the window.

❥︎ellie pulled away after what seemed like an eternity, leaving you breathless. she smiled down at you, seeing your wide eyes staring up at her.

"you and him are still not even." she said, making it sound like an offer, and you simply nodded..

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #reqs open #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #drabble #ellie drabble #ellie williams drabble #ellie williams x reader drabble #ellie x reader drabble

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skelltan · 1 year

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MLW Fusion 159 Review/Recap

Hey all, another week, another MLW Fusion recap. Let’s get right into it. We start with Richard Holliday, showing us his morning routine. Oh, it’s an ad for health food. I… didn’t expect that, but alright. We then get another recap, this time on Hammerstone vs Nduka.

We can hear the crowd over the commentary. I sure hope that doesn’t persist. We have Cosmos from Mucha Lucha Atlanta. Haven’t heard of this one, but alright. his opponent is Star Rogers, also from MLA. Alright, so this is another indie match, similar to the wildcat stuff on NWA. If you read my NWA reviews, you know I’m not a huge fan of having a purely indie match when you have other people on your roster to showcase, but hopefully these guys entertain.

They trade submissions, and then some more athletic moves such as dropkicks. They then do more athletics and do some smaller mat pinning type stuff but it feels quite slow. Their strikes also don’t feel that strong. Cosmos hits a decent looking sunset flip type deal, though. He then hits a tope. Star hits one that looks better imo. He then hits some chops on Cosmos on the outside. Apparently these guys are also from IWA Puerto Rico? I dunno why they mentioned MLA, but alright.

Ad break, and when we’re back they do more counter wrestling stuff. Cosmos gets a two count. He takes the lead and hits some chops in the corner. Star also gets a two count. Cosmos gets hit with a gorebuster I think they say? He lads a bit scary, almost looked like he landed on his head. They’re both down.

Cosmos hits some lariats and a tiltawhirl esque ddt for another two. Star hits a jump up neckbreaker for a two. They trade some chops on their knees. Cosmos hits a standing spanish fly for a two. Star hits a top rope spanish fly for the win.

This was bad. Not because of these two guys, I get it. They’re guys from the indies who probably haven’t had a lot of work or opportunities most guys we see on this show, or at all do. They were probably cheap to book. It was probably a breather match in the middle of tapings. But they decided to put two unsigned indie guys in a match and take up nearly half of the episode. That’s not good use of your airtime.

If they just cut this match short, or booked one of these guys with a name with more experience, it would’ve been acceptable, but these guys got way too much time for what should’ve been a filler match. If this was my first experience with MLW, I wouldn’t be hyped – they’re lucky me, and I assume most of their other fans, have seen good stuff from them in the past to want to stick with them.

Anyhow, we see a pic of Hammerstone at the hospital and see his injury from last week, and ouch, it looks gnarly. We see EJ in the same parking lot from last episode. “How you tackle me but you knock your damn self out?”. Considering EJ is a former footballer, that’s a pretty good burn in my opinion. He still tries to get the himmy neutron thing over, though, which is not as good, but hey! I’ll take that entertaining line.

The Samoan SWAT Team chatter a bit. Maybe it’s because I’m feeling a bit adhd but I didn’t quite understand much of what they said. There’s a fucking ad for a Blumhouse movie? It’s about an evil baby or something. Everytime I see ads on MLW, it’s for wrestling related stuff. That’s weird. Anyways. Mads cuts a promo. He wants to face Hammerstone, but Mance fucked with him, so first he’s gonna take out Mance.

We then see Mance in the woods. He’s continuing the Doc Gallows joke, and it’s starting to get a bit old now. Microman is here, though, with a butterfly net. We see a flashback to the number 1 contender’s women match. Flammer cuts a promo. That’ll happen next week. We also have mance vs mads in a tables match. We see Bomaye Fight Club cut a promo on the Opera Cup. It’s now the Bomaye Cup of the gods.

We got the main, SB Kento vs Davey Richards. The two lock up, trading holds. Davey takes him to the corner, but Kento kicks him in the chest, then wails on him in the corner. Davey whips him out and then run around a bit, but Davey dropkicks him out of the ring. Kento takes off his shirt and strangles Davey with it. Surprisingly, I haven’t seen a spot like that before.

They now brawl on the outside. Kento slams him on the ring apron. After ads, Kento is in control. He stomps Davey in the corner and hits a running dropkick, going for a two count. He goes for some sort of submission on the ropes. Davey hits some strikes. They fight for position, but Davey hits a double stomp. Kento tried to hit a sunset flip on him but Davey fought it, so he was just standing there pretending to try not to fall down. It looked stupid.

Anyways, they exchange strikes. Davey hits a dragon screw on Kento. He gestures to the crowd, for a bit too long imo, prior. He then goes to the top rope and goes for a stomp, but SB dodges. Davey then gets him in the trailer hitch, but Kento gets the ropes.

They then trade some holds some more – Davey hits a handspring but gets caught, and they then trade kicks, and Kento hits a german for a two. Kento goes to the top ropes, but Davey climbs with him. He hits a big superplex for a two count. He grabs an ankle lock for a second, but runs to the ropes to hit Kento. They then exchange strikes. Kento hits the ropes, but gets a kick to the head and a german. Davey then hits a lariat and a brainbuster for a two. Davey instantly gets the ankle lock and wraps around the leg with his body. SB taps out.

Rich interviews Davey, and he says he’s coming after Alex Kane. I thought he’d get ambushed, but nope.

Well, that was my least favourite episode of MLW so far. The first match was a huge waste of time in my opinion. Kento and Davey was alright and I didn’t make a big deal out of it, but that sunset flip spot looked quite stupid and took me out of the match which I wasn’t super into to begin with. I didn’t care for any of the promos other than the end of Mance’s and EJ’s. Also I just realized, at the start of the show they told us Cesar was fired from being a matchmaker and they’d tell us more, but they never did.

I’m still interested in the two main feuds to keep watching as well as MLW proving to be entertaining before, but like I said, if this was the first MLW show I saw, I wouldn’t wanna tune in for more. To be honest, I’m not super hyped about next week’s episode, either. I’m not a huge Taya fan and Flammer didn’t impress me. I just hope Mance and Mads deliver, as well as what other matches or promos they have. Either way, I’ll be there, and as always, the next post I’ll do will be a NWA recap. See you next time.

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Rated PG13 for: Blood, violence, sexual situations, bad puns, and other poor life choices.

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