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theosbutterfly · 1 month

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the best thing at this party — t. nott

❝ fighting in only your army frontlines, don't you ignore me i'm the best thing at this party ❞

pairing: jealous!theo x malfoy!reader

context: at yours and draco's annual back-to-hogwarts bash, a pair of weasleys show up uninvited, much to theo's dismay.

words: 2.3k+

warnings: jealousy, somewhat possessive behavior, reader's kind of a bitch, theo's kind of an asshole, marijuana use, alcohol use, vomiting, a little fluff, mainly angst

"so where's the principessa?" you hear theo bring you up in conversation as you and pansy descend the stairs to join the boys in the foyer. "taking extra time to fix up her hair?"

"é un dato di fatto, lo ero," as a matter of fact, i was. you lean a hand against the banister, stopping on the last step, eyes focusing on theo. there's a chance you may or may not have learned italian just to make sure he couldn't insult you without your knowledge—not that it stopped him, but at least this way, you could defend yourself. "it takes time to look this good. but glad to know you noticed my absence."

"ooh, she got you there, mate," blaise chuckles, placing a hand on theo's shoulder, who shrugs it off.

"whatever," he spat, rolling his eyes. "i need a drink."

"finally something i can get on board with," mattheo points a finger at him, and they both turn to head towards the sitting room, pansy trailing closely behind them.

"is pans still trying to get with matt?" enzo asks, tilting his head up at you as they walked away.

"beats me," you shrugged, stepping down the last step and glancing between them. "now, why are you two standing here like a bunch of statues? last i checked, party's over there." you point your thumb towards the parlor, which appeared to be glowing green.

"the gate's still open," blaise shrugs. "draco wants us to watch for 'undesirables'."

"undesirables?" you repeat the word just so he could hear how ridiculous it sounded. "has he gone mad?"

"he wants to make sure no one from the other houses show up," blaise clarifies.

"fuck that," you shake your head. "come on." you link your arms with one of blaise's and one of enzo's, waving a finger up in the air. "colloportus!" the spell causes the front door and front gate to seal shut, as you begin walking with blaise and enzo towards the music. "now, where's dobby?"

your house elf immediately appears in front of you at the sound of his name.

"dobby is here, miss y/n," he looks up at you. "what can dobby do for you?"

you unlink your arms from blaise and enzo's and crouch down to be eye level with him. "fetch me the good liquor from the cellar downstairs, and then come find me when you've got it."

he nods. "dobby is on it miss y/n!"

—

"what are you doing standing here all alone?" daphne greengrass saunters over to theo, who was leaning against the bar, a drink in hand.

"daphne greengrass," theo greets her. "i'm surprised you're here. wouldn't the head girl disapprove of rowdy parties as such?" he waves his drink towards the crowd that had turned the malfoy's parlor into a makeshift dance floor, and she chuckles.

"i'm turning over a new leaf," she shrugs, taking a sip of her own drink. "it is our last year, after all."

"thank merlin for that," you walk between them, and lean over the bar to reach for four shot glasses.

"y/n," daphne's voice is strained as she clears her throat. "nice to see you."

you stand up straight after retrieving what you were looking for and turn your head towards her. "i'd say the same, but i'm not a liar."

theo shifts his eyes between the two of you, slightly amused at the way daphne takes a deep breath to keep her composure while you throw her a close-lipped smile.

"where'd you get the bottle, y/n?" he cuts in to prevent a cat fight from breaking out between you and daphne, and eyes the bottle of fire whiskey in your hand.

you look at him. "i had dobby fetch it from the cellar," you say. "pans and i are gonna drink it dry."

"just the two of you?" he raises an eyebrow, condescension painting his features. "does draco know about that?"

"why?" you challenge. "are you gonna go run off and tattle on me?"

before he could reply, another voice cuts in. "oi, malfoy! are we getting pissed or what?"

you turn your attention away from theo to the one of the weasleys you'd found lurking around the corners. "well, you're quite the impatient one, aren't you, freddie?"

heat rises in theo's chest when he gets a better look of the guy under the green light, and realizes its a weasley. what the hell was he doing here? and why were you allowing it?

"time is of the essence, darling," fred tells you. "george and i are trying to get a taste of this drink you've got before we inevitably get kicked out of here."

"what are you doing here, weasley?" theo speaks through gritted teeth, and looks at you. "you invited them?"

"of course not," you shrug. "they snuck in."

theo's eyes narrow at you. "and you're offering them a drink instead of throwing them out?"

"they ditched their house colors to don ours for the night," you tell him, eyes focused on fred. "i think that deserves them a little taste of slytherin."

theo doesn't miss the way fred's eyes trail over your body, and rolls his eyes. "maybe even more than a little," fred smirks.

you giggle at his words, but before you could walk away with him, theo grabs the back of your arm, pulling you close, his lips right above your ear. "cosa fai?" what are you doing?

you tilt your head up to have your eyes meet his. "mi sto divertendo," i'm having fun. "dovresti provarlo qualche volta." you should try it sometime.

you yank your arm out of his hold and don't give him a chance to respond, waltzing away towards the crowd.

"merlin, she is fit," fred comments, watching the way your hips sway as you walk away. "is she seeing anyone?"

"if she was, it certainly wouldn't be you," theo tells him.

"we'll see about that, mate. excuse me," fred throws him a smirk, before walking away to follow you across the room.

theo watches as he does, bringing his glass up to his lips to finish of his drink.

"do you-" daphne starts, but he doesn't let her finish, slamming his glass down on the bar and walking off.

—

"you all look pissed," pansy stumbles over to the guys, who were seated in a secluded area of the manor that was somewhat devoid of all the noise from the party in the parlor, passing around a joint.

"not as much as you, it seems," mattheo chuckles as she falls beside him, head falling against his shoulder. "where you been?"

"drinking with y/n," she says, eyes slowly fluttering close.

"that was your first mistake," enzo tuts, taking a long drag and inhaling. "that girl can drink double her weight in alcohol."

"mhm," pansy hums, eyes fully closing as her body falls limp against mattheo.

"alright," mattheo shifts, just enough to wake her and get her up on her feet. "look like someone's had enough for the night. come on." he begins to the guide pansy out of the room, his eyes telling the guys that he'd be right back.

"what the bloody hell did they even drink?" blaise asks, shifting his eyes between theo and enzo.

"fire whiskey," theo blows smoke out of his mouth and takes another drag.

blaise's eyes widen. "and they didn't think to share? bloody wankers."

"they were too busy sharing it with y/n's new conquests," theo replies bitterly, passing the joint off to him.

"seems to me she's sharing more than that," enzo cuts in, raising his silver flask to point at you and fred on the opposite side of the room, where surely enough, you were tucked between him and the wall, one hand beside your head and one hand on you waist.

"oh, bloody hell," theo rolls his eyes, pulling a chuckle out from enzo.

"who is that guy anyway?"

"fred weasley," theo grits out.

"you're bloody kidding," blaise snickers, leaning forward to flick off some ash from the a joint.

"oh, i'm bloody serious," theo nods. "he's been eye-fucking her since she showed him the tiniest bit of attention. it was quite pathetic, if you ask me."

"what's with the bitterness, mate?" enzo asks, attention shifting to theo. "you jealous?"

theo scoffs. "jealous? please. non durerà in alcun modo." no way that's gonna last. you weren't exactly the "relationship" type.

enzo shakes his head. "no clue what that means, but it didn't sound nice."

"you know how y/n is," theo tells him, hand motioning towards you and fred across the room. "it's nothing but a game to her."

"so what?" blaise asks, handing the joint over back to enzo. "you bitter she won't let you play?"

"who won't let who play?" mattheo rejoins them, and sits back down beside theo.

"theo's jealous fred weasley's got his claws in y/n," enzo catches him up.

"alright," theo stands from the sofa, no longer wanting to hear anymore of it. "i'm done with this shit."

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unfortunately for theo, the second he headed for the bar and away from the boys, you were also already there with fred.

"alright, freddie, what's it gonna be?" your body was bent over the bar counter, fred's eyes trailing over it as you tried to reach for two different bottles. "rum or brandy?"

"oh, i'm in the mood for something much tastier, love," fred flirts, causing theo to roll his eyes.

"bloody hell," you hear theo mutter, and stand up straight after taking a hold of the two bottles you were looking for. "can't you two do this elsewhere?"

"well, no one's forcing you to stand there and watch," you retort, eyes shooting him an ice cold glare.

"for merlin's sake," he groans, clearly frustrated. "if you wanna fuck him, at least do it in one of the many private rooms upstairs so you can at least keep some of your dignity."

the words fall out of his mouth before he can stop them, making you scoff and set both bottles down before getting close to him to make sure he hears you loud and clear. "fuck you."

you walk away from both of them and head for the corridor, while fred looks at theo.

"that-"

"don't fucking say anything, weasley," theo cuts him off, and leaves him behind, legs immediately following after you.

"y/n, wait!" he takes grab of your wrist and pulls to make you stop and turn to look at him.

"get off!" you shake his hand off your wrist, arms crossing in front of your chest as you looked at him.

"oh, smettila di essere una tale stronza," oh, stop being such a bitch. he tells you.

"you know what theo-" you start to give him a piece of your mind, when an uneasy feeling suddenly creeps into your stomach and slides up the back of your throat.

fuck.

you immediately push past him to head for the nearest bathroom and he follows, as your knees hit the cold tile floor and reminiscents of what you ate before you started drinking came pouring out into the toilet in front of you.

"alright," theo winces, crouching down beside you to take a hold of your hair and gently rub a hand up and down your back. "let it out."

—

"ugh," you complain, swinging your bedroom door open and proceeding inside as you tucked your now messed up hair behind your ears. "this was not how this night was suppose to go."

theo chuckles behind you, closing your door and tossing your heels down on the ground beside your dresser.

"oh, i'm so glad you find this amusing," you spat, undoing your hair and placing the bobby pins down on your vanity.

"i just find it funny that even after two years of drinking, you still can't hold shit down," he says, taking a seat at the edge of your bed.

you mimic his words, but don't actually say anything. "ugh!" you groan loudly when it suddenly becomes much harder to tug your dress off. "why is this not-"

you stop when you feel cold fingers trail across and down your back, your skin feeling like over a hundred degrees. "hai dimenticato di aprirlo, farfalla." you forgot to unzip it, butterfly.

your eyes threaten to flutter close at the deep sound of his voice, goosebumps rising upon your skin, as he slowly unzipped the back of your dress. "theo…"

his hand lingers above your lower back, as he leaned down, lips just right above your ear. "potresti fare meglio di weasley, lo sai?" you could do better than weasley, you know that?

his breath on your ear makes a shiver run down your spine, as your head tilted back against him. "mostramelo meglio allora." show me better then.

to anyone else, this would seem odd. but to the two of you, this was just how you worked. one second you were bickering, and the next, whispering sweet nothings. it was a dance that you both knew all too well.

though the thread he used to keep you at a distance threatened to snap, theo holds himself back—you were draco's baby sister. he wasn't suppose to want you. he couldn't.

"dovresti dormire un po'," you should get some sleep. he lets himself stay beside you for one more moment, before finally pulling away—to your disappointment.

"you're not gonna stay?" you grab at the sides of your dress to keep it from falling down as you turned to look at him.

"non posso," i can't. he shakes his head at you, despite your forming pout. he didn't know what he'd get himself into if he stayed, and a part of him was afraid to find out. "buona notte, farfalla."

good night, butterfly.

part 2 coming soon!!!

re-entering my slytherin boys era bc tension with theo is the BEST kind of tension, and hopefully this didn't disappoint.

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sarosfilms · 8 days

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sleepovers

chris sturniolo x fab!reader

summary: you moved in with the sturniolo triplets per their request and of course being their best friend you said yes. but you soon realized you never needed a bedroom as you were always sleeping over in the youngest’s bedroom the most.

word count: 1388

genre: fluff

warnings: curses, suggestive content (i couldn’t help it), bad writing :/ (i'm new to writing for the sturniolo’s leave me alone), slightly proofread

This was the first night you didn’t end up in his bed. You were woken up by Chris and Nick yelling at each other. “You literally just said-,” you overheard as you walked out of your vacant bedroom. The only thing was your bed and your dresser that had a few clothes in it.

“Guys, why are we fighting?” you spoke up, entering the kitchen with the three of them occupying the space. You moved your hand up to groggily rub your eyes. Chris and Matt were eating breakfast while Nick was standing there on the other side of the table. Matt was idle on his phone, silently listening to the bickering between his brothers.

“Nick keeps fucking telling me that I’m yapping but he’s literally yapping telling me this shit,” Chris responded.

“Cause you literally have been yapping all morning,” Nick spoke up, smirking, “did y/n not sleep with you or something?”

Your head turned quickly towards the two, a slight blush appearing on your cheeks. Nick glances at you, already knowing the answer. Chris had finally slept by himself last night. The only reason being he passed out almost immediately after a long night filming their Friday car video. You decided to take advantage of that fact and slept in your own bedroom. Although, it felt extremely odd not having his warm figure beside you. At first Chris would always sleep with his brothers. But one night you had been in his room, hanging out with him and he asked you to sleep with him since you were already in there. You contemplated for a good minute, finally becoming comfortable in your new bedroom. You ended up saying yes after he gave you his increasingly hard to say no puppy eyes.

“Chris went to sleep before me,” you shrugged, grabbing a spoon for your cereal. Chris’ eyes lit up seeing you about to come sit next to him. Of course the seat you claimed as yours was next to his. You walked over and sat next to him, giving him a slight glance before turning to the oldest in front of you.

“Anyways, today is upload day!” Nick giggled. You grinned, excited to see what they talked about. Even though you already knew because you walked in on Nick editing the video last night. You watched as Nick walked away, you assumed to his bedroom. Matt had also rambled on about needing to get dressed for the day and left to his own room.

“Hi,” Chris spoke up first. His thoughts still linger on the fact that you didn’t sleep with him last night. “Why didn’t you stay with me?”

“I didn’t want to disturb you,” you admit. “You looked peaceful and you finally were the one to sleep before me.” You expected him to just shrug it off but his gaze on you didn’t change.

“You still could’ve joined me,” he frowned.

“I’ll sleep with you tonight, okay?” You inquire. He nodded, standing up to go down to his room. You sat there silently, already ready for the day.

The four of you ended up going to the mall to do some shopping, mainly for the three triplets, but you did enjoy yourself while with them. You were back at home, sitting on the couch eating dinner and watching a movie before going to bed for the night. The movie this time was Harry Potter, a suggestion from you. It wasn’t a surprise in the middle of the movie Nick and Matt had fallen asleep on the couch, while you and Chris were still up intently watching the movie. “I swear to god if Dobby doesn’t shut the fuck up,” Chris spoke up.

You grinned at him, “No but he’s so cute, I love him so much.”

Chris glanced over at you, immediately noting that your mouth was agape in a yawn. “Baby, wanna go to bed?” he asked. You nodded your head, confused about the nickname, too tired to even react. He walked over to your figure bundled up in one of the blankets and helped you up, grabbing your hand and putting his hand on your waist for a moment before leading you to his bedroom downstairs.

You giggled at the image of an excited boy ready to go to bed with his favorite person. Of course Chris would never tell you that, knowing that his feelings needed to be subsided. But he couldn’t help but feel passion for someone like you. You were always there for him when he needed it. His bed is always occupied by the both of you, laughing your asses off from a random tiktok he scrolled on or sleeping peacefully as the moonlight shines on your soft face.

As he opened the door, he told you he needed to ‘piss really badly he might piss his pants’. Which left you alone in his room, you opened one of his drawers on the bottom and decided to pick out one of his shirts instead of wearing the sleep shirt you were wearing at the moment. Without thinking you took off your shirt the moment the door opened, Chris looking up from his phone and gasping. “Shit, y/n, fuck I didn’t mean to walk out on you.”

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” you stated nonchalantly. His cheeks turned a bright pink briefly before he cleared his throat, his mind roaming to the previous times you two ended up wrapped in each other's arms naked at night. The burning sensation of needing to be even closer to each other was stronger than before. Besides, he’s walked in on you changing ‘on accident’ maybe a few too many times before you both first experienced each other in a more intimate way.

You scrambled yourself together and walked over to the bed that Chris had already plopped onto. Like literally plopped, he made a funny noise too. He sighed, waiting for you under his covers. You didn’t know what you two were. All you knew was that there was definitely more than just friends. You two don’t normally end up wrapped in each other without clothes, it really is just a rare thing you two do.

Chris patted the spot on his bed you always lay on. You said, “I have to brush my teeth first, I can’t stand stinky breath.” As you were brushing your teeth, you could hear Chris’ phone going off with what you assumed to be tiktok. A few chuckles coming out of his lips before setting his phone down.

“Y/n, if you don’t hurry up and get in here I think I might explode from lack of affection,” he joked, slightly. You huffed, quickly spitting and rinsing before finally leaping on top of him, laying on his whole body. He grunted.

“You wanted me to lay with you, this is how I’m going to lay on you, pretty boy,” you stated. His arms wrap around your waist, moving your bodies to be side to side. “You bitch!” you exclaimed, pouting, “I was comfortable like that.”

His eyes focused on the slight glimpse of light reflected in your eyes. His mind paid no attention to what the source was, only admiring how your eyes squinted creating a small eye smile, as one would put it. He loved how you would smile with your eyes before your lips.

“You know, I really did think about staying with you last night, I just thought maybe it was better for both of us to sleep separately… for one night, baby,” you explained as you watched his lips turn into a frown at your statement. You giggled at the image. His arm was wrapped around your waist, your bodies touching with your head now slightly on his chest. Looking up at him, with your hand combing through his fluffy hair, smiling. “You know you’re really pretty,” you sleepily commented.

His hands rubbed your back, chuckling, his chest moving up and down making your own body follow his movements. “I really lik-” he started before hearing a loud snore erupt in the relatively quiet room. Your peaceful figure laying there in front of him, he moved his arm on your waist to bring you closer to him. He smiled to himself before closing his eyes to fall asleep too.

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#chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo angst

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leahsflwer · 23 days

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Kenny Omega Dating Headcanons 💙🩵

Warnings: Smut included!, adult content, dating things, arguments, hospital (caring and treatments) mentions

Kenny Omega x reader

Kenny Omega Masterlist || AEW Masterlist || Requests

: ̗̀➛ Gaming with him, wether you do streams with him from your own house or you play together at his house. If you aren’t good at games he will teach you, otherwise you can both just compete with each other

: ̗̀➛ You two have definitely done something dirty in his streaming room. Either on his yellow gaming chair, the black sofa in the back, near the wall, the desk, wherever he wants in his house

: ̗̀➛ The moment that you first came to his house and his cat Dobby rubbed his head on you and sat on your lap making biscuits, he knew you were the one as this man loves animals more than people and that will always stay the same

: ̗̀➛ He is going to the hospital and will need you to help him out to rest up as he recovers. Cheering for him and just staying positive

: ̗̀➛ Nobody will love you like him, he is such a sweet guy and shows how much he cares for someone, wether it’s small gifts, hugs, anything, you will always feel special with him

: ̗̀➛ Some nights may be quiet as he is in his office streaming for a few hours, but once he comes out he will just want to lay on your chest and have you play with his curls

: ̗̀➛ Praise. He is the king of praise, giving you praise was his favourite thing, but he also enjoys receiving praise and compliments from you

: ̗̀➛ Sitting on his lap while he’s at his desk is just a usual thing for you both, while you both munch of his favourite peanut butter cheesecake

: ̗̀➛ When he’s in his pain you somehow take all the pain away, gently massaging his sore muscles and placing kisses on his bare skin

: ̗̀➛ You were probably friends with the elite or apart of them and Matt and Nick tease you both about your relationship

: ̗̀➛ Kenny is mostly a softie for you until he is in the mood then he is more quiet and teases you a bit, leaving little hints for you

: ̗̀➛ He wants you to wear his clothes and even his merch mostly outside in public but also at home, makes him feel closer to you even when you’re both busy

: ̗̀➛ You two rarely argue but when you do it’s usually over him being so stressed out, but you understand him and just wait for him to realise what he did, then he would apologise and just hide in the crook of you neck, wanting you to run his back

: ̗̀➛ Whispers in your ear quite often knowing it sends shivers down your spine. His whispers either being sweet and romantic or perverted

#kenny omega #headcanon #aew #fluff #angst #smut #imagine #preferences #imagines #aew collision #aew rampage #aew dynasty

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banannabethchase · 7 months

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Never Let You Go - also on AO3

Adam looks for Matt after Full Gear, and neither of them are feeling quite themselves. The night changed them.

I did not expect this series to have angst, but here we are. Title from Never Let You Go by Third Eye Blind.

He doesn’t remember the Bucks’ match with Kenny.

He tries to watch, tries to keep his eyes on the screen as the paramedics fuss over him and stitch up the bloody gashes and tend to the bruises. But he can’t. He’s been on Kenny’s side of the story before. He’s not willing to relive it on a night he went to hell.

He and Matt had completely missed each other when he went backstage, and he wasn’t given the chance to talk to them in gorilla before he was yanked into medical. He’s sore. He’s broken. His ego is bruised.

And he needs Matt.

The only thing he really catches is the ending – it hurts to see Matt take the pin, hurts to see him lose, but it’s even worse to see him and Nick lose themselves. Adam knows this is more than just about a match. It was about Kenny, and it about keeping the Elite a cohesive unit. And all of that is gone now.

Adam reaches up and touches the stitches on his forehead. Maybe he’s at fault for some of that disaster.

Matt bursts in with a bloody nose a few minutes later, and throws himself directly into Adam’s arms. His face buries into Adam’s chest, but it doesn’t hurt. Most of his own injuries are on his back, on his face. And in his soul.

“Adam,” Matt sobs, “we lost him.”

“Don’t say that,” Adam murmurs, resting a hand on Matt’s head. “Hey. Matt. We don’t know what happens next.”

Matt pulls back with teary eyes. “And you’re so hurt,” he whispers. “God, what did Swerve do to you?”

“Everything he could think of and then some,” Adam tries to joke.

“Your hair is, like, pink,” Matt murmurs, twirling a shower-damp curl around his finger. “I hope that comes out. I like you blonde.”

Adam leans in and presses his sore forehead to Matt’s. “What hurts?” he asks.

“I – me?!” Matt exclaims. “What hurts on you? You were covered in blood! And a whole lot of it was yours!”

“You watched?” Adam asks. “You hate it when I do shit like that.”

“I hate it, but I watch,” Matt says. “You drank his blood.”

Adam can’t quite meet Matt’s eyes. “Uh. Yeah.”

“You drank,” Matt says again, “his effing blood.”

“I know!” Adam says, throwing his arms up. It throws a jolt of pain as it jostles some stitches on his shoulder, but he knows none of them have ripped by the lack of acute tearing sensations. “I know it was weird. But – I felt…” He trails off. “I can’t explain what it was like out there, Matt. I needed him to hurt.” He drops his eyes again. “And I wanted to scare the shit out of him so he never messes with me and mine ever again.”

He hears Matt sigh. “I get that,” he murmurs. He hops up on the bench next to Adam. “I promise, I do. But – are you okay?” His hand rests on some of the only unmarked space on Adam’s back.

Adam shrugs. “I don’t know, Matt.” He finally lifts his head. “Oh, hey. You still have a bloody nose. Go check that.”

“I’m fine,” Matt says quietly. “I’m worried about you.”

Adam leans over and rests his head on Matt’s shoulder, closing his eyes. “I’ll be okay,” he sighs. “I will be.”

Matt wraps his arms around Adam’s shoulder. “I know.”

Adam finally gets Matt checked out by medical. Nothing’s broken, but vessels burst and Matt’s going to be sore for a few days. Adam’s own injuries are, miraculously, easy to manage. He’s warned about bloodstained sheets, against direct water pressure, but other than that he’s released to leave.

“Hey,” Nick says, when Adam and Matt make their way into the EVP room. “Kenny’s gone.”

Matt’s eyes widen. “Gone?”

“Not like that,” Nick says, holding his hands out. “I didn’t get a chance to talk to him or anything. But he’s not – here anymore. At the Forum.” Nick frowns. “Dobby’s still really sick, apparently.”

Matt nods, quiet.

“Are you alright?” Nick asks Matt. Then he turn to Adam. “And you? Are you okay?”

Adam shrugs. “Been better, but I’ll be okay. You?”

Nick shrugs. “I messed up my shoulder a little bit when I went crazy after the match.” He ducks his eyes. “I can’t believe I did that on a pay per view.” He slumps over, shoulders curled in on himself. Adam’s heart is starting to hurt a little. He’s seen the Bucks this miserable before, but he’s usually the one to cause it. He can usually blame himself.

Now, though. Now it’s Kenny, and now it’s Jericho, and, if he’s being honest with himself, it’s all of them.

“Let’s get back to the hotel, okay?” Adam asks, as gently as he can. He wraps an arm around Matt’s waist and rests a hand on Nick’s shoulder. “I think we all need to get some sleep.”

Matt turns and shoves his face into Adam’s arm, which would be fine at any other time. But right now his eyebrow is shoved into a stitch, and Adam has to carefully twist out, fighting a yell.

“Are you okay?” Matt asks, frowning. Then he looks. “Oh, my god. Sorry.” He stares up at Adam with watery eyes. “Your arm.”

“It’s okay,” Adam says, trying to be as gentle as he can. “Matt, it’s fine.”

“It’s not,” he says, voice tiny. “I hurt you.”

Adam smiles. “Baby, if you thought that hurt, you didn’t watch the whole of the match.”

“Oh, I did,” Matt mumbles.

The three of them hop in the rental to get back to the hotel, but Adam can’t get a single word out the ride home. Nick’s usually the steady one, the one to come up with low impact conversation and calming energy, but Nick continues to fume so hard in the driver’s seat that Adam can feel it. Matt’s curled up in a ball, seat belt forgotten behind him, in the passenger’s seat.

And Adam is here, in the back seat, with his head in his hands, wondering why it has to go wrong every single time.

“I’m gonna need some alone time,” Nick says, expression flat and unreadable when they walk into the hotel lobby. “Not going to a casino or anything. Just going to, I don’t know.” He shrugs. “I know I need to be alone. That’s it.”

Matt yanks him in for a hug so tight Adam’s sure it has to hurt, but Nick hugs him back just as tightly. When they break apart, they both have a tear or two in the corners of their eyes, but Adam doesn’t mention it.

“Text us if you need us,” Adam says. “Seriously.”

Nick nods and waves, making his way down to his room on the lobby floor of the hotel. Matt and Adam, having requested a king bed, have an elevator ride up.

When the doors close, Matt launches at Adam, lips first.

“Whoa,” Adam says, narrowly avoiding crashing his head against the wall. “Matt?”

“Like last time,” Matt says, hands on the bottom hem of Adam’s shirt. “The – the time against the car. I want that.”

The elevator dings and, at the very least, Matt’s in a right enough mind to step away. But he’s still got that look in his eyes as they walk down the hallway.

Adam’s barely got the door closed behind him when Matt flies at him again, mouth anchoring on Adam’s neck.

“Please,” Matt says. “I want – make it hurt.” He pulls back. “Hard, okay?”

“Matt,” Adam says. “Not right now. I don’t think sex is gonna help –”

“Fuck me up,” Matt demands, hands on Adam’s face. The launch into the curse is startling enough, but the wild, unanchored look in his eyes is worse. “I need – you need to hurt me, Adam. Like the other time. Okay?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea right now,” Adam says. He grabs Matt’s hands and holds them in his. “Matty, please.” Matt looks at Adam, heartbroken. “You can’t fuck this away. We should talk about this.”

“Please?” Matt begs. The tears are welling in his eyes. “I – I don’t want to think about it, I need a distraction.” He stomps his foot, and Adam can tell he’s starting to feel his breath catch, feel the wail welling in his chest. Matt doesn’t want to acknowledge it, but Adam knows he has to. “I don’t want to feel it!”

“We have to,” Adam says quietly, and he sits on the bed. “We have to, baby.”

And then it hits. An aching wail of a moan as Matt collapses. Adam had to help out with more than one meltdown at the high school he worked with, and saw the aftermath of more than a few kids who just couldn’t take it anymore, let loose, and then broke. It was never easy, but he learned how to work through it. He learned how to talk it out with the kids, offer a shoulder, step in, support. He was good at it, then. He knew what to do.

He’ll never know what to do when it’s Matt.

Adam pulls Matt into his arms and they fall backward onto the bed, holding each other in the pain. Adam lets Matt sob while his own tears run down his cheeks. He doesn’t know exactly what he’s mourning – his loss, his home’s safety, the future of the Elite, Matt’s happiness. But he knows grief, and it’s written in the cracked ceiling paint of their hotel room.

It goes on for ages, he thinks, wordless sobs from one or both of them that he knows he can’t stop. He could if he thought it would help, maybe. Maybe.

When his tears seem to have leveled into pained whimpers, Matt shoves his face into the crook of Adam’s neck. “Why do I mess everything up?” he agonizes. His hands are vices around Adam’s biceps. If he wasn’t so beat up from the death match, it might hurt. Instead, it’s just a press of comforting fingers. “Adam, why do I keep doing this to people I love?” He hiccups, the wails growing in power again.

Adam strokes his back. “It’s not you, baby,” he promises. “I – we all suck at talking. And sometimes…sometimes I think we expect everybody to read our minds.” He exhales. “Like I did in 2020. That was on me.”

“Was not,” Matt mumbles. “You smell like blood still.”

Adam chuckles. “Yeah, I’m gonna shower again before sleep.” He rests his hands on the small of Matt’s back, right where he knows he always hurts after matches. Matt hums, shifting so he can throw a leg over Adam’s. “It really isn’t your fault, Matt. It’s everybody’s.” He sighs. “I mean, we can also blame Jericho for, like, anything. I’m always on board to call Jericho a douchebag.”

Matt’s laugh is a hiccup, but Adam can still feel his warm wet tears on his neck. “Why can’t we make it work?” he murmurs. “We keep breaking each other.”

“We do keep putting each other back together,” Adam says, running fingertips down Matt’s back. “We come back together.”

Matt lifts his head up, eyes red and puffy. “I want to stay together,” he moans. “I want to stop hurting each other and stop letting people get in our way.” He exhales, shaky. “I want this to work, Adam.” He presses his lips together.

“Go ahead,” Adam encourages. “You can say anything with me, Matt.”

Matt can’t meet his eyes. “Sometimes I wonder if we’re all destined to destroy each other.” He lifts his eyes up, studying the ceiling. “Sometimes I wonder if we did something wrong to get where we are, and now we’re paying for it.” He squeezes his eyes shut and drops back down onto Adam.

Adam’s a man who trusts God. Always has. Always will. But he also knows Matt’s faith wavers when he’s hurting, and he’s not going to push. “We’re not punished,” Adam murmurs. “Just – shit happens, and we’re all terrible at talking things out.” He strokes Matt’s hair, working through knots Matt didn’t take care of in the shower. “It’ll all work out, Matty.” He tries to make himself promise Matt, to make Matt know he’s sure of it. But he can’t get the words out.

“I hope so,” Matt murmurs into Adam’s chest. “I can’t lose you again.”

Adam sits up so fast Matt yelps and almost falls off of the bed. “What?”

Matt looks over at him. “You,” Matt says, and there’s a lot behind those eyes. “I can’t lose you again.”

“When was that – that’s never even been on the table.” Adam hauls Matt into his lap and makes him look. “Look at me.”

Matt fights it, but he finally turns to Adam.

“That’s not happening,” Adam promises. He kicks himself – maybe he should have kept that ring in his gear bag. He shouldn’t have taken it out. It would have been enough, he thinks, for Matt to believe him. “You hear me? You won’t lose me.”

Matt’s voice is tiny, hurt, scared, when he says, “But you’re changing.”

He lets the words sink in. “I’m changing?” he asks.

“You drank a guys blood today,” Matt murmurs. “He hit you with cinder blocks and you just…stood back up.” He starts crying again, and it sets Adam off, too. “You got choked out with a chain and couldn’t get back up. Covered in blood.” Matt cracks again, face crumpling. “You might not want me when you change.”

“After all we’ve been through,” Adam says, and he’s trying to be firm without being harsh, “do you think enjoying a little violence will make me like you less?”

“It scares me, when you get like that,” Matt whispers.

Adam falls back against the headboard. “It – scares you?”

Matt nods, hands in front of himself as he looks down.

“You know – that’ll never be with you, right?” He starts shaking. “Matt, I’m – is this – are you remembering the rough sex and thinking I want to…? I swear, that’s not what I want to do with you.” He forces his hands to steady, trying to choke back the guilt crawling up his throat. He deserves to feel it.

“Not like that!” Matt yells, and Adam jumps. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to yell.” He angles Adam’s face so they’re eye to eye. “That’s not what I’m scared of, Adam.” He presses his forehead to Adam’s avoiding the stitches. “I’m scared you’ll go to a place you won’t want to come back from. And that person doesn’t need anyone to drag them down.” Adam hears him inhale. “A person at that level doesn’t need other people around them, and doesn’t want the distraction.”

“Matt,” Adam says. “No matter where I go. No matter what I do or who I become, I want you with me.” He pulls back so he can look at Matt. “It doesn’t matter how angry I am. It doesn’t matter how – how much blood I drink.” He laughs a little, unable to truly understand the sentence. “You’re the one I want to come home to.”

Matt’s lips quirk a little. “And if I’m the one who goes a little blood-drinky?”

“That is the weirdest sentence you’ve ever said,” Adam sighs. “And I’ve been with you in shoe stores. But, yeah. If you go all full-time bitch again, I’ll be right beside you.”

Matt nods. “Promise?”

“I promise,” Adam says, and god does he wish he had that ring. Instead, he holds out his hand. It always worked with his nieces. “Pinky swear?”

Matt nods, lips pressed together again. “Pinky swear.”

Matt cries himself out a little more, curled into Adam’s side, until he’s snuffly and puffy eyed and exhausted. He strokes Matt’s dark, messy hair until his breathing evens out and Adam’s sure he’s out cold. Checking the volume, he puts on Antiques Roadshow for background noise to make sure nothing wakes Matt, and gets himself into the shower.

The water washes pink from his hair when he shampoos again, the last trickles of bloodstains leaving him. He rinses completely, careful with the soap and shampoo, until he feels calm and clean and himself again. It takes some time. But he feels better.

He looks at himself in the mirror. Bruises. Blood. Stitches. Soaked hair and tired eyes.

But underneath all of it, under the carnage and pain and rage, he recognizes himself. He smiles, a little.

Underneath everything, he’s still the man Matt loves.

He dries off and pulls on sweatpants, then slowly lowers himself back into the bed. Matt makes some cute little snuffling sounds and scoots back into Adam’s body. Adam immediately feels sleep overtake him as he throws an arm around Matt’s waist. The last thing he remembers before he falls asleep is Matt grabbing his hand and pulling it more tightly around his waist.

Adam wakes up to Matt’s hair in his mouth, not for the first time.

Matt’s whimpering and wiggling, and it’s then that Adam’s eyes snap open. “Matt,” he says, urgency seeping into his voice. “Baby, you’re having a nightmare.”

Matt squeaks again, flipping around with his arms going. Adam catches his wrist before it can hit him in the face, and that’s when Matt makes a strange sound from the depths of his lungs and his eyes fly open.

“Adam?” he asks. His eyes flicker around the room, wild panic burned into the pupils, until he relaxes back down to the bed, head flopped back to the pillows. “You’re okay.” He reaches up and touches Adam’s face, fingertips passing over his nose, cheeks, chin, ears. His eyes are wet and wide as he relaxes. “You’re okay.”

“Of course I’m okay,” Adam says automatically. “I mean, yeah, last night was intense. But I’m fine now.”

Matt takes a few moments to breathe. “I saw – I guess I was dreaming.” He shakes his head a bit. “You were in a pool of your own blood, huge, and Kenny was holding me back from checking on you.” He curls in on himself, then grabs Adam’s arm so Adam has no choice but to fall back onto the bed. Matt throws himself onto Adam like he can’t touch enough of him, like he’s proving to himself Adam’s still here.

“It was a nightmare,” Adam assures Matt. “You’re okay. We’re all okay. I promise.”

Matt lifts his head up. “I think I need you to make love to me.”

“Come again?”

“Not – do the sex thing you like to do,” Matt says, like it clarifies any of what he’s said. “I don’t want to – to do the rough thing. Or the intense stuff. No experiments. Just…” He throws the hardest booboo eyes in Adam’s direction. “Make me feel real.”

“You are real,” Adam says, leaning down to kiss Matt’s forehead. “You’re real and you’re here, okay?” He moves his mouth down to kiss Matt deep, intentional, so Matt’s squirming underneath him. “But if you want me to make love to you, I will never say no to that.”

Adam takes his time. Matt kisses him so softly it’s strange, movements slow and careful. Fingertips skim over bruises, over cuts, over stitches, and Adam thinks it may be their version of butterfly kisses.

Adam slides his hands under Matt’s shirt, grazing the warm skin as he pulls it over Matt’s head. Matt’s hair, staticky, goes everywhere.

“Oh, don’t laugh,” Matt says, rolling his eyes. “You’ve got the lion mane going.”

“I do?” Adam asks. He reaches up. “Shit. Where’s a hair tie?”

Matt slides one off his wrist and gives it to Adam, who pulls his hair into a messy something that may pass for a bun if he squints.

“What’s with the grin?” Adam asks, hands on Matt’s hips.

“There’s that whole thing where, like, if you see a girl making direct eye contact with you as she’s putting her hair up, only one of two things will happen,” Matt says. He plays with the drawstring of Adam’s sweatpants. “And if you’re not absolutely sure which of those two things she’s gonna do, you should run?”

“Never heard that,” Adam says, wiggling Matt’s pajama pants down his hips.

“Well, one of the two things is a mind blowing blow job,” Matt says, settling back against the pillows, “and I’m pretty sure that’s where we’re going right now.”

“You would win that bet,” Adam murmurs, and he slides his mouth over Matt without further fanfare.

Matt undoes all of Adam’s efforts with his hair and slides his fingers into it. Adam’s pretty sure he hears the elastic snap as he mouths at the head of Matt’s cock.

“I just put that up,” Adam says, frowning as he presses a kiss to the top of Matt’s dick. “I put up my hair because you made fun of me, and now you broke my hair tie.”

“Technically I broke my hair tie,” Matt says, and the bitchy tone makes Adam feel better, somehow. “So, we’re good.”

“We’re – god, you’re annoying.” Adam slides back up Matt’s body and kisses him, a little more possessive this time, a little more insistent, and Matt throws his legs around Adam’s waist.

“If I’m annoying enough, will you make love to me?” Matt asks, and Adam has to kiss that knowing little smile off of his lips.

He thought, back in 2017, that there would be a day when he’d get used to this feeling. Where seeing Matt underneath him wouldn’t give him butterflies, when pressing his fingers against Matt’s skin would be unexciting, when kissing Matt’s pouty lips would be bland and expected.

He was so, so wrong.

Matt fumbles on the bedside table for his bag, knocking it onto the floor. “Damn it,” he mutters. Adam kisses the side of his neck to make him even less focused, so that Matt’s giggling and whimpering all at once.

“If I can’t get the lube, you can’t get your dick in me,” Matt sighs, ending the sentence with a sigh. “Can you leave, like, a big mark? Not a mean mark. Just a mark.” He looks at Adam so sweetly that Adam’s pretty sure he’d do anything to earn that gaze. “So I remember.”

“Sure, baby,” Adam murmurs against Matt’s skin. He bites, gently, and Matt moans. “That should do it.”

“Thanks,” Matt says. When Adam pulls back, his eyes are closed with a sweet little smile on his lips. “That way I have a bruise that belongs to you.”

Adam’s pretty sure he blacks out for a second from that sentence, then shakes his head. “Yeah, okay,” he says. “I definitely need the lube.”

“Gonna blow my mind?” Matt teases, grinning as Adam practically throws himself to the floor to grab the lube out of the bag.

“Gonna make love to you so you believe you’re stuck with me forever,” Adam says, still half on the floor. He grabs the lube, finally, and lifts himself back up on the bed.

Matt’s quiet, and Adam looks over to see Matt’s cheeks pink. “What?”

“Just – you say things like that, and then I…” Matt trails off. “I just really want you now, okay?”

Adam nods. He decides not to tease – neither of them need that – so he adjusts Matt’s legs around his waist and watches Matt’s face as he opens him up slowly.

They haven’t fucked like this in a while, where there wasn’t something else they were going for. He hasn’t been as present for it as he is right now. Every cell in his body is on alert, watching and waiting for Matt’s reactions. Matt’s eyes are open, locked on Adam’s, and he rolls his hips to meet Adam’s fingers.

“Forever?” Matt asks, and Adam can feel the promise.

“Forever,” Adam confirms. He wants to say more, wants to make this the moment, but it’s not. He can’t force it. And he won’t without that damned ring he should have shoved in his backpack.

Matt’s ready for him soon after, begging and insistent as he rolls his hips.

“You sure?” Adam asks.

Matt nods. “Ready for you,” he says.

Adam smiles. “You need a –”

“No,” Matt says. “No, I want to feel all of you. Like always.”

Adam nods. “And I’m gonna check.”

He arranges Matt’s legs and angles his hips. “I love you,” he says, and he slowly pushes into Matt. He watches all the tension leave Matt’s body like a wave crashing, and he wonders what he did to earn the right to share Matt’s body like this.

“Oh, finally,” Matt says, a smile playing across his lips. “That’s better.”

“That’s better?” Adam asks, slowly rocking his hips. He decides on gentle circles, rolls of his hips that let Matt feel him and let him feel truly enveloped. “Good?”

Matt nods. He opens his eyes and they’re soft, devoid of the panic Adam had been seeing the night before. “Perfect,” he sighs.

Adam lets himself get lost in it. Matt makes sweet, needy sounds in the back of his throat, reaching up to grasp at Adam’s arms, his waist. It’s like he can’t get enough of his body touching Adam’s. He tries his best to keep himself under control, but he can’t do anything but talk and move and love.

Matt pushes at him so they roll over, and Adam doesn’t have time to miss Matt before Matt’s sinking back down on him.

“There you go,” Adam murmurs. “So fuckin’ pretty like this, baby.” He places his hands on Matt’s hips. “Love it when you ride me.”

Matt’s lips are pressed together as he rolls his hips. Adam feels consumed, claimed, and chosen, and he feels tears prick at the corners of his eyes. Matt stills immediately.

“Are you okay?” he asks, frozen. “Do you need me –”

“I’m fine,” Adam says. “I’m – just thinking about how lucky I am to be here, is all.” He slides his hands along Matt’s strong thighs as Matt raises up and slides back down. “You know? We, fuck baby, no matter what happens, I feel lucky to have you here.” He meets Matt this time, earning a strangled little gasp when he rocks up into Matt.

“Me too,” Matt says. “I really thought, back when you said no to being our trios partner, that it was all over for good.” He sighs as he swivels his hips. Adam might die a little bit in that moment. “I’m glad I was wrong.”

Adam chuckles. “You’re never glad you’re wrong.”

“Yeah, well, every once in a while…” He trails off.

They don’t need words when it’s like this. Adam can tell by the way Matt’s breathing picks up that he’s close, so Adam reaches out to curl his hand around Matt’s leaking cock, his strokes slow and methodical.

“Adam,” Matt whispers. “I – I’m almost –”

“I know, baby,” Adam says, and he picks up the pace, the intensity. “I know. Please come for me.”

Matt’s eyes widen. “Please?”

Adam nods. “I really – come on, baby.”

Matt nods and rides Adam harder. Before Adam can prepare for it, Matt comes all over his chest, making an absolute mess. He finds himself laughing, grinning up at Matt, and the smile he gets in return is everything he could have wanted. Matt winces through oversensitivity, but fucks down on Adam’s dick. The vice-like clench is the end for him, and his mind is overwhelmed with the thought that he might get to do this with Matt for the rest of his life.

Matt collapses next to Adam, arms flopping all over the place and a leg tossed over Adam’s thighs. “Okay,” he murmurs, nuzzling into Adam’s neck. “You can make love to me whenever you want.”

“Yeah?” Adam replies, kissing the top of Matt’s head. “Same to you.” He does his best to bask in the moment, but things are starting to dry sticky and he’d really like to take care of the mess before it tangles in his chest hair. “You came quite…” He pauses, looking for the right word. “Vigorously.”

Matt lifts his head. “Is that a critique?”

“Just an observation.” He points to his chest. “I’m gonna have to take care of this before I get on a plane.” He yawns and stretches. “Yep. This is gonna be my third shower in, like, twelve hours,” He pulls Matt close, sure to get a least a little of his own come on him.

“Hey!”

“You make me messy, I make you messy,” Adam says. He stands up and takes in the vision on the bed: Matt, hair mussed and smile bright. He can’t help his own smile as he reaches a hand out and steps toward the bathroom. “Come on. Let’s clean up.”

Matt follows him into the shower, and he’s halfway through letting Adam wash his hair when he turns around, spraying suds everywhere. “Did you, like, condition me to be better at communicating?”

Adam stares at him. “You just got so much shampoo in my mouth.” He spits it out and rinses his face off. “What?”

“Was this, like – a result of your experiments?” Matt grins as he says it. “You’re doing all these scientific things to make me tell you what I need, aren’t you.”

Adam’s first impulse to deny, but then he thinks about it. “Not on purpose,” he says, shrugging. “But, yeah.” He smiles down at Matt, kisses his soapy forehead. “Positive reinforcement of communication – you talk to me, you get laid.”

“I can handle that,” Matt says, and he grins up at Adam. “If I tell you right now how much I hate how much this shampoo smells and that you need to use different stuff, will you give me a blow job on the airplane?”

Adam shoves Matt’s face under the water stream and laughs. Through the stream of water, Matt yells, “That’s not a no!”

Mini Playlist:

Unbreak - Ryan Star

Take My Pain Away - Anarbor

I'll Be - Edwin McCain

Never Let You Go - Third Eye Blind

#high density hangmatt fickery coming from tumblr user banannabethchase until like the 30th #I have made a...mildly compulsive decision that I now see is straight up chaotic and for some reason I'm cool with that #*shrugs*#wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes #HangMatt #anxious millennial dreamboat #Matt Attrackson #the matt experiments

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supakixbabe · 8 months

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I stg. My thoughts are literal BTE segments or thoughts about the BTE segments. Like, 3AM this morning these were my thoughts.

Me: I wonder if Matt feels bad about not putting Dobby through college — Cat college?

Me: Is it inappropriate to wonder in a non-sexual way what the jizz coffee tasted like?

Me: Matt knows about Tumblr. Should we also let him know about AO3 & Wattpad?

Me: Matt should’ve been on broadway with those jingles. Well, copyrighted jingles.

#being the elite #matt jackson #nick jackson #kenny omega #hangman adam page #brandon cutler #bte #wrestling #aew #my thoughts #being the elite changed me #young bucks #the hung bucks

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nuansea · 5 days

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I want to reveal all the hackers' faces. All of those who were complicit. Luppino fam was either hacking or dealing with hacker/s against me.

How was I supposed to ask a hacker to stop doing that psychological abuse to me? I thought/think it was Johnny, Rhonda, Kayla, Mohammed Nareli, "Kamal from Romania," anonymous "theIdealist," aka "Self Motivated" Facebook page admin, some say "Ver Yim from Singapore," russian-British CATLORD, aka "Steven Collins," British-Indian "Dobby," who's a web developer, his buddies. Who else did I forget? Matt from Chicago, Eric Cliffton from VA, who was with the FBI, who, I suppose, bullied Mariah from Brazil on her B-Day broadcast, and made me guilty.

I did apologize for not knowing the LiveMe rules. I did apologize for checking Johnny's LiveMe profile too often. I didn't know he could see that, and I didn't know this is called internet stalking. Why didn't he block me? He could have blocked me – not ruined my psyche with privacy violation. He flirted with me, I fell for that. He knew I was a fan of his music playlist, and he abused me. He & Kayla showed me they were having illegal access to my private data. Too many times. TOO MANY DAMN TIMES! Johnny was broadcasting songs from my PRIVATE playlist. They were never accusing me of anything. They never blocked me. They played their damn cruel mind games without any explanations but the "mysterious" posts by Rhonda on her Facebook page and the quotes on "theIdealist," aka "Self Motivated" anonymous page on Facebook. They harassed me, showing that they see everything I do and surveil me from my devices.

Too many damn dudes had the damn fun, ruining my already depressed life in 2020-2021 + 2022-… with their slander.

I apologize for the DAMN OVERSHARING & getting triggered by «🥤». I overshared too much on LiveMe as well. Should have never made the same nickname used for my other social media accounts there. This led them to my real name.

Please, KILL ME.

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salazar2480 · 5 months

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Dobby and Narcissa are on fire

Mr. Montgomery was lazily sipping firewhiskey from a small coffee cup when there was a quiet knock at the door. He hastily gulped down the rest of the firewhiskey and stashed the cup in the top drawer of his desk.

Come in. - came his confident low tenor. A soaked one, to be exact. The matte-gloss wooden door slowly opened, and a tall, long-haired blond man appeared on the threshold. His appearance radiated self-confidence and contempt for everyone else.

To what do I owe the honor? - Montgomery asked dryly, looking at the strange visitor with interest.

My name is Lucius Malfoy. I would like to file a report on the disappearance of my wife, Lady Narcissa Malfoy.

Why don't you have a seat? - Montgomery smiled lightly. The lanky aristocrat lowered himself gingerly onto the offered wobbly chair.

Now let's start at the beginning. How did it all happen? - Montgomery leaned back in his worn swivel chair.

The following has come to light: Mr. Malfoy, a hereditary aristocrat, lives in Malfoy Manor. Son Draco works in London, wife Narcissa resides with Lucius. They have several house elves, including, according to the official registry, a house elf named Dobby.

This morning, Mr. Malfoy found a note scribbled by Narcissa at home: "I've gone away with my lover, believe me, it's better for both of us. There was no way to be sure it was her handwriting, though. Mr. Malfoy searched the entire house and grounds - his wife was nowhere to be found. So she must have left during the night. But with whom? There was no one else in the house. Only the housekeepers. But one of them, Dobby, had also disappeared that night. So Mr. Malfoy decided to seek the help of the magical police, hoping to get to the bottom of the situation. Elmer Montgomery frantically analyzed what he had heard. It turns out that in one night a rich aristocrat, a representative of one of the oldest magical families of Great Britain and a house elf disappeared. A kidnapping? Why would the house elf be a kidnapper? Maybe he's a witness.We must examine your house and try to find traces of the crime. - Montgomery was adamant, and he was worried sick about what was going on. - I'll grab the investigative team, and then we'll apparate to your place. Meet me at the bulletin board in the lobby.

Meanwhile, in a house on the outskirts of Plymouth…

'My darling…' Narcissa exhaled hotly into her lover's ear. - How could we have ignored each other for so long…? He didn't let her finish, and Narcissa plunged into a maelstrom of pleasure. Her lousy aristocrat was not that he was good for nothing, but not as passionate as her lover.

Darling, we're never going to leave here, are we? We're never going to part, are we? - he whispered.

We won't. We can't live without each other. No, Lucius was definitely no match for her lover. Dobby, after all, is not human. He's practically an animal according to the Malfoys. So Narcissa's a zoophile now. Then what is Dobby? Does it matter, though? What matters is that they love each other. They had realized this three months ago, when Narcissa had noticed that Dobby was always hanging around her and serving not Lucius, but her. Lucius, on the other hand, was the one he didn't want to notice. Sure, he had to do his bidding, but he did so sluggishly and glared angrily at his rightful master. Narcissa only chuckled - this elf thought a lot of himself. But he obeyed her orders with fervor and even tried to do her a favor on his own initiative. He would make tea or bake a cake.

The aristocrats' lifestyle consists of socializing and permanent idleness. Narcissa was not a very active person, unlike Bella, but she was still concerned with the problem of "what to do with her brain," unlike most of her colleagues in the golden cage. A lot of things had happened since spring: Draco had found a job and left for London; Lucius had started to go to the left and had grown cold to his wife; Bella had stopped by for a couple of days and left for some Muggle masochist she had been living with for a long time. Narcissa, sitting alone at home, was going crazy with idleness and the horrible contrast of her depressed inner state and the spring storm of hormones. She lost her interest in reading when she went through the literature in her meager home library for the hundredth time. But her interest in walking had to be put on hold - the slush and washed-out roads of early spring were in no way conducive to it. So she began to look at Dobby, to study his behavior, to look at him closely. He was, of course, an animal according to most people. But he's a very sweet and charming animal. He may be small, he may have huge ears, he may have woolly skin hanging down in folds - but he's alive, too!

And one day, Narcissa wished he would never leave her side again. Or to spend as much time with her as possible. She told Lucius that she wanted to learn to draw and decided to draw Dobby. To say that Lucius was surprised was an understatement. First his breath caught, then he managed to take a breath after all. He didn't want to do that, but he launched into a long, convoluted tirade, the point of which was that he shouldn't keep the housekeeper busy with nonsense, let him work like a damned man. But he still allowed him to draw - let his wife have some fun, or she'd get rusty from boredom. So Narcissa began to draw. Dobby posed for her every day, and at intervals he brought her tea. One day Narcissa thanked him, thus doing something of which her husband had only a very rough idea. Dobby cried then. And she handed him a clean napkin…. Later the work on the portrait began to wane. More and more time the sitter and the artist spent in conversation. First on everyday topics, then - about more abstract problems. Dobby, however, was not aware of any of them. Narcissa told him about a world he had never really seen. She was his guide to a world of ruthless exploiters. And the portrait moved ever more slowly. Lucius chuckled condescendingly as he looked at the resulting creation, causing Narcissa to take offense and stop showing him the portrait.

The climax was when Narcissa didn't even pull the coverlet off the canvas when she started working - then she and the housekeeper had talked for six hours straight. That was when she stopped fooling herself. Yes, she was attracted to that animal that so resembled a mouse. Yes, she was uncomfortable with her husband's rough caresses. Yes, she felt sympathy for the houseboys. She looked into Dobby's eyes. He did not avert his gaze. Slave and master were at that moment closer than the most ardent lovers, they didn't need legillement to understand each other without words. Narcissa unconsciously reached out her hand toward him. Dobby pulled himself closer to her. They had lost eye contact and only bodily contact remained. If aristocrats were made by that criterion, Dobby could easily be king. He was insistent, but delicate at the same time. That's when she realized she was no longer an aristocrat. In fact, she could hardly be considered normal anymore. How could it be that the highly respected Lady Malfoy turned out to be a zoophile. And not just a zoophile, but the object of her affection was a pet! Belonging to her husband!

After what had happened, Narcissa couldn't find a place to sit for hours on end. What to do now, how to face her husband and Dobby? She was no longer interested in her husband, but working with Dobby seemed inexpressibly attractive and frightening now. And how did he feel about what had happened? Oh Merlin, what had they done… What if she was pregnant! Narcissa clutched at her head and was overcome with suicidal thoughts. At first she tried to chase them away, but then gave up trying unsuccessfully. Toward evening, tired of the situation, she called Dobby over and asked him bluntly what he thought about what had happened. He blinked and, with his head down, mumbled crumpledly that he had loved Narcissa for a long time and today had been one of the few happy days of his life. Narcissa cried, and he sat down awkwardly beside her on the expensive bedspread, stroking her shoulders with his paw as she sobbed. That night they agreed to see each other as often as possible. And when Lucius returned, Dobby had to leave Narcissa behind and do the long-haired autocrat's bidding. Two weeks later, Narcissa finally realized that she hated Lucius. The vacant seat of her lover was not empty - Dobby had ascended to it. He had ascended like a true aristocrat, albeit dressed in an old pillowcase. He was far more honorable than Lucius.

During one of their dates, they almost got caught - two houseboys wanted to ask the landlady's permission to move a cupboard. Narcissa yelled at the houseboys and wanted to beat them up - but realized she couldn't do that. more application. I mean, they're like Dobby - they're houseboys too, they're just as miserable as he is. So in order not to incur suspicion, Narcissa threatened to flog them next time. The habitually frightened houseboys retreated, forgetting to ask the question they had come to ask. It was then that the lovers began to make plans to escape. Both hated Lucius, and both longed for some kind of freedom. But beforehand, Narcissa made sure that Lucius told Dobby to become her slave. The plans lasted almost a month, after which they finally approved the now executed plan. The cottage on the outskirts of Plymouth was formally owned by the state, but was not actually used - it stood off the roads and communications. Narcissa had memorized it during one of her trips with Andromeda. And already two twenty-four hours later, they had realized their plan. And now they were enjoying each other in the silence of the old house. The whole world had receded into the background - their love was worth it. Narcissa was completely maddened by the flow of new feelings and had long ago lost control of herself. Without true love, she had lost half of her life. And she could have lost all of it without a trace.

Meanwhile, Mr. Montgomery and his crew had thoroughly examined every millimeter of the mansion, scanned the grounds with magic, and concluded that there was no sign of intruders. So who did Narcissa run off with? Dobby or something? It's a confusing situation. Interviews with the houseboys turned up nothing. Especially since they really had no idea how Dobby and Narcissa felt.

We do have a remedy, but it's not, how shall we put it mildly, legal. It can only be used with a prosecutor's authorization.

Give me your remedy! - Lucius shouted.

Illegal…" Montgomery mumbled. - But in your case, for five galleons, I think it's possible.

You damned bribe-taker. - Lucius hissed, dropping the money into the palm of his hand. Montgomery pulled a mirror from his pocket, cast a spell, and the mirror grew to the size of a wall mirror. He set it on the floor.

Now we'll find out where she is… The mirror will show a picture…" and Montgomery waved his wand. A stream of lilac color flowed from it and scattered a hundred sparks near the mirror.

The image that came into view was blurry at first, but after a few seconds it became clearer. Lucius caught his breath: what the hell is she doing? It only got worse when he realized who his wife was with… But the investigation team was also stunned. Narcissa, undressed and breathtakingly beautiful, was lying on the sofa and moaning under the caresses of her lover. The prominent body movements left no doubt as to what exactly Narcissa and her lover were doing. The elf, wrinkled and with sagging skin, at first glance seemed like a tumor on her body, ugly and causing nothing but disgust. Lucius had never seen his wife like this before. Beautiful, predatory and at the same time as if afraid of not being delicate. She was the epitome of femininity. The elf gave her pleasures and she took them. Her disheveled hair made her look like a true witch. She arched and screamed her lover's name. She was the personification of all forbidden passions and vicious instincts, of carefully harbored desires and subconscious dreams, she was eroticism personified. What an idiot he was to cheat on her!

Shut it off! - he yelled. Montgomery reluctantly stopped watching. A map of Britain flashed on the mirror, showing the exact address of that house in Plymouth. - I have no further need of your services! I'm withdrawing my application!

As you wish, sir. - bowed to Montgomery. The police apparated back to the station. Lucius sat down on the floor and cradled his head. He, an aristocrat, had been abandoned by his wife in favor of a houseboy! It was out of his mind… It would be out of the question to even look for her - she was forever defiled by his filthy paws. What does she see in him? She's a stuffed fool! Lucius splashed firewhiskey into a glass and drank it down in one gulp. He wouldn't go looking for her. And when she came crawling back to apologize, he'd throw her out with the toe of his boot. He'll burn the shoe. If anyone asks, his wife's gone to her relatives. That way, no one will know of his shame. And what to say to Draco?

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