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๐๐ด๐ฒ๐ธ๐ฟ๐ธ๐ด๐ฝ๐ :ย ย @darkenedheartsโ. ๐ฒ๐ป๐พ๐๐ด๐ณ ๐๐๐ฐ๐๐๐ด๐ย ย โย ย DUSTINย &ย TRENT.ย ใ ค ใ ค ย in three seconds, it had ended. ใ ค ใ ค ย one, two, three. ใ ค ใ ค ย quick, but not painless. ใ ค ใ ค ย hair sweat soaked from the humidity of july, yet neither had bothered to shower; stripped themselves of their gear in the silence of the locker room and dressed in the clothes theyโd worn before. before theyโd squandered the championships, before their careers had become uncertain. theyโd lost before. theyโd lost numerous times. dustin thinks, now, that losing is all he and trent are good at. born to fail, maybe. two waywards by fate, destined for failure, whether they be together, or whether they be apart. heโd thought heโd be used to it, by now. not good enough at baseball. not good enough in school. not good enough at wrestling. heโd thought heโd accepted mediocrity, failure. heโd thought heโd accepted it. ใ ค ใ ค ย he looks at trent, one of his hands outstretched. but trent looks at the window. not at the buildings, not at the florida palm trees, not at the reflection of dustinโs desperation ย โโ ย he looks at the window, at nothing. dustin looks away, hand withdrawn, at the back of the passengerโs seat, into the gray of the leather. he breathes in, sharp and quick. trentโs mother cranes her neck to look at him, worry in the furrow of her brow. he laughs, strained.ย ย โย car sick.ย ย โย ย with his eyelashes wet and his face red. ใ ค ใ ค ย if trent looks, he doesnโt notice.
ใ ค ใ ค ย to the cautious words of trentโs mother, to the radioโs quiet ballad of the nineties, dustin lowers his head, the heels of his hands against ย โโ ย pressing into ย โโ ย his eyes. almost crying in the backseat of his friendโs motherโs mini van, to nirvanaโs smells like teen spirit. ใ ค ใ ค ย this fuckinโ sucks. ใ ค ใ ค ย he showers alone. trent showers after. he sits at the edge of the bed, toweling his hair. trent sits at the table in the corner, headphones in. the silence is nauseating.ย ย โย ย dude,ย ย โ ย ย dustin tries feebly. ย (ย at least he knows itโs not him heโs angry with.ย ) ย he pushes off of the bed and walks toward him.ย ย โย ย trent,ย ย โ ย ย he tries again, yanking one of the headphones.ย ย โย ย quit. quit being so shitty, dude. come on, justย โโย ย โย ย ย he groans, loud and desperate.ย ย โย ย please, man.ย ย โ ย ย he tries to grab at trentโs hand.ย ย โย ย we donโt gotta think about it. come on.ย ย โ ย ย he interlocks their fingers and jostles trentโs arm.ย ย โย ย i need a kiss, too. but not a mom kiss. a wet boy,ย ย โ ย ย he teases, before scowling again.ย ย โย ย come on.ย ย โ
DARKENEDHEARTS ย /ใ ค TRENT BERETTA ,
โ ย yeahย ? ย well, ย neither did iโโโ not in a bad wayย !ย but, ย i donโt know. ย talkinโs hard, ย man ย โ eyes closed, ย taking a deep breath. ย it shouldโve made him feel better ย ( ย and in some ways, ย it did ย ) ย hands slightly shaking, ย but then again, ย when are they not. ย back facing dustin, ย whoโs feelings have been revealed. ย his stomach gurgled, ย almost convinced that he was going to vomit, ย yack, ย if you will. ย but this was good. ย they were in agreement on something, ย that never really happened.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย but as soon as the confidence in trent, ย in each other,ย was built
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย dustin knocked it down
he wasnโt trying to berate dustin,ย toย ย diminishย him, ย make him seem likeย ย less of a manย because of the position that he chose ย ( ย in any regards, ย that makes him more of a manโ shit probably hurts like hell ย ) ย beretta let out a soft chuckle as he moved back over to the couch, ย sitting a little closer to him than he initially was ย โ ย a lot of maybeโs. ย you sound tooootally sure of yourself ย โย ย leaning over and pushing at his shoulder. ย coordination wasnโt really his strongest at the moment, ย so trent sort of, ย fell over himself. ย head landing right on dustinโs thigh, ย hard.ย touched his cheekย ย โ ย fuckinโ ow. ย boney ass legs ย โ ย still, ย not moving from that spot ย โ ย i like your legs though ย โ ย mumbling as he finally moved up from his spot, ย patting his thigh. ย leaning back into the couch, ย staring at the bland ceiling with questionable stains.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย still felt like he was gonna fucking puke.
not looking him in the eyes when he spoke ย โ ย whyโs there gotta be, ย like, ย a dude in the relationshipย ?ย ย โ ย not really realizing how much of a stupid question that was, ย they were two men. ย there were going to be men in thisโโ waitย ? ย did he just say relationship. ย fuck, ย fuck, ย fuck. ย โ ย not like, ย weโre datingโโ or anything, ย like we just fucked, ย but i do. ย really, ย really care about yaโ. ย like a shit done. ย i get realโโ iโll try,ย and get real around you. ย if thatโs, ย uh, ย what it takes ย โ ย he didnโt even have control over his mouth anymore. ย not even his brain could stop the word vomit ย ( ย it never did, ย but we can pretend ย ) ย โ ย butโโ why canโt we just. ย fuckinโ ย beย ! ย yanno. ย just be us, ย putting a label on us, ย would make it weird. ย weirder, ย i donโt know. ย iโmย ย drunkย man, ย donโt make fun of me tomorrowย โ ย covering his face with his hands. ย taking another deep breath.ย ย โย i care about you,ย dust.ย ย โ
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย and it was fucking gross
ใ ค ใ ค ย trent collapses against his knee, and dustin flinches, nigh on jerks his knee into trentโs jawline.ย ย (ย not the time for the sexy chuckie knee.ย )ย ย through his teeth, he breathes in, looking away from trent, still against his knee and thigh, and at the stuccoed ceiling.ย ย ย โย you that drunk offย โa natty lights, dude ?ย embarrassing, brother. real embarrassing.ย ย โย ย as though his heart werenโt wild against his ribcage, as though his face werenโt red and hot. he swipes his tongue across hisย ย (ย ย dry and chappedย )ย ย lower lip.ย ย ย โย you like my shitty little girl legs ?ย uh huh.ย ย โย ย the night of new yearโs eve recitingย again and again in a reverie, dustin is appreciative of trent finally pulling away from him. ใ ค ใ ค ย ย he swallows a mouthful of beer. ใ ค ใ ค ย ย again, he breathes in through his teeth, before he laughs.ย ย ย โย 'cause weโre both dudes ?ย ย โย ย he laughs, but trentโs wordsย โโย not like, weโre datingย โโย cause his heart to annoyingly ache.ย ย fuck.ย leg bouncing, he bites at the inside of his lower lip, fingertips tap, tap, tapping at the beer bottle.ย ย ย โย iย โunno, man !ย youโre talkinโ all fast anโ shit, youโre kinda freakinโ me out,ย ย โย ย he says, nigh on whining. he pulls at the natural light label, fingernails underneath the material, into the adhesive.ย ย ย โย i jusโ donโt want you to think โโย i donโt know, man, i just donโt want you to think lesserย โa me for it. i know youโre not that kinda guy but i donโt know, dude. maybe iโm justย ...ย ย projecting on you, or whatever.ย โcause i liked it a lot, and thatโs embarrassing, man !ย ย โย ย with his face red and hot, with his eyelashes wet with tears not quite shed, heโs also appreciative of trent hiding his own face.
ใ ค ใ คย ย he pulls roughly at the label, hands trembling.ย fuck.ย he scuffs his shoes against the carpet.ย ย ย โย ...ย ย liked it as much as i didย โcause it was you, man.ย ย โย ย he breathes a laugh, abashed.ย ย ย โย that sounds so fuckinโ sappy, man. fuckinโ gross, dude.ย ย โย ย he breathes in, and again, hands trembling harder, rougher. he swallows acid, bile and beer in his throat.ย ย (ย he hadnโt eaten since the night before.ย ย )ย ย he rips the label, adhesive underneath his fingernails.ย ย ย โย donโt sleep with anyone else,ย ย โย ย he all but demands, looking at trent. teeth grit, working his jawย โโย difficult, but he looks at him.ย ย ย โย just me.ย ย โ ใ ค ใ คย ย he rips the label again, shreds of paper, silver and blue, gathering at his knees.ย ย ย โย ย โcause i donโt wanna be with anyone else, man. just you. for a while.ย ย โ ใ ค ใ ค ย heโd been in love with him for two years. ใ ค ใ ค ย โย please.ย ย โย ย regardless of how pathetic his voice is, he smiles.ย ย ย โย donโt make me look like a fuckinโ idiot, man.ย ย โ
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๐'๐ ๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐๐ก๐จ๐ค๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐ง๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ง๐ข๐๐๐ฅ๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐ฆ๐๐๐ข๐จ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ.
kayfabe & headcanon based | selective | oc and crossover friendly.
CALLOVSย /ใ ค SETH ROLLINS ,
seth had never shared a TIGHT relationship with patience and he didnโt plan on starting with it today ย . ย he had enjoyed the small moment of tenderness ย , ย his sharp words adding the type of spice to the situation that he liked ย . ย and when dean pulled on his hair so roughly that he was sure SOME of the slim string snapped ย , ย he wanted noting more than to kiss him for the attempt of putting seth down ย , ย for the ATTEMPT of dominating him ย . ย but thatโs all it was to seth ย โ ย an attempt ย . ย a compliment here ย , ย a soft touch there and he knew ย , ย heโd have dean back in his palm ย .ย
โย ย you take that little act with the chair far too personal ย , ย ambrose ย . ย you know it was a business decision ย . ย so calm down ย .ย ย โ
not that seth really wanted that but pretending he did would hopefully just tweak THAT nerve in dean ย . ย the two toned knew ย , ย ambrose wouldnโt just ditch him because he stepped on his feelings ย (ย or rather ran them over with a truck but who cared about details anyway ย )ย .ย ย โ ย youโre not mine ย ?ย so you wonโt be bothered if i share my bed with someone else tonight ย ?ย ย โ ย and jealously ย , ย that was something NEITHER of them handled well ย . ย because all could go wrong ย , ย they could beat each other until they needed a hospital and they could break each otherโs heart over and over again ย . ย but there was no room for ANOTHER person between them ย .ย ย โ ย youโre lying to yourself if you deny it ย . ย you need me ย . ย you fucking love me ย . ย no matter if iโm scum or if iโm your dogโs shit ย . ย nobody can give you what i give you ย !!ย ย โ
seth didnโt even find himself interested in another person but he wanted to trigger a reaction from the dirty blond ย . ย he wanted to see his feelings shatter for him ย , ย wanted to hear him BEG if possible ย . ย if one thing was for sure ย , ย dean wouldnโt leave him ย . ย never ย . ย he couldnโt ย . ย because of he did ย , ย seth would drag him back into his fangst if he had to ย .
ใ ค ใ ค ย ambrose laughs again, stilted and strainedย โโย to intercept the scream, of choler, of desolation, embedded within his throat. once more, he swallows blood and acid, irritating nausea.ย ย ย โย a business decision,ย ย โย ย he quotes, a growl rough, quiet in a gored, acrid throat.ย ย ย โย youโre a sellout. a goddamn sellout.ย ย โย ย his fingernails scratch into the athletic tape at his hands, bloodied and sweat-soaked from the nightโs competition, the roughness and savagery.ย ย ย โย you stabbed me and roman in the back.ย ย โย ย he and seth would argue, and argue, and argue, but neither man would concede defeat, obsessional to the warfare. ใ ค ใ ค ย ย again,ย rollins expels the knife further into an already bleeding heart.
ใ ค ใ ค ย ย teeth grit, bone scraping against bone, ambrose breathes in, and breathes in again, and againย โโย rough and strained, ribcage aching. the knife had hit against the sweetness of ambroseโs anxieties: abandoned, unneeded. his fingertips tap, tap, tap against his collarbone, head tilting from the left, to the right.ย ย ย โย oh, yeah ?ย where you gonna find โem, huhย ?ย no one else can stand you, seth. only โโย only a lunatic can, right ?ย ย โย ย he nigh on growls out, as though he were a cornered animal, baring its teeth. ใ ค ใ ค ย ย then,ย a smile ghosts the edges of his lips, however cruelย the smile is, crooked and askew, showing teethย โโย animalistic, almost.ย ย ย โย you do that, and iโll go find someone else, too,ย ย โย ย he says, fingertips pulling at the fabric of his own shirt.ย ย ย โย iโm not thโ best looking but,ย fuck, someoneโll be happy to. hell, maybe roman.ย ย โย ย he dislikes mentioning roman in his and sethโs disputesย ย (ย ย roman had endured enoughย )ย ย but in fighting dirty, roman reigns is the ace in ambroseโs sleeve. he laughs again, scuffing his sneakers against the locker roomโs floor. ใ ค ใ ค ย โย so go fuck someone else then, seth. romanโll fuck me good.ย ย โย ย he inclines toward seth, still smiling, all but aroused by sethโs imminent snap.ย ย ย โย ย better than you, maybe.ย ย โ
RECIPIENT : ย @callovsโ. CONTINUED ย โ ย AMBROSE & ROLLINS.
ใ ค ใ ค ย ย teeth bared, grasping at the fabric of hisย shirt โtil his hands tremble and his knuckles strain, dean looks at seth, eyes wild and wet. but heโs not afraid, not truly. dean ambrose is a street dog, angry and violent, teeth gnashingย โโย he could destroy seth, fingernails into his throat, crescent moons etched into his skin, as he asphyxiates him. he could destroy seth, but he doesnโt, for he loves him awfully, blood oozing from a heart afflicted by toxins, mutilated by the switchblade of sethโs amour, his maniaย for him, forย hurting him in a travesty of affection. but dean loves him, the man heโd been before. but dean loves him, the mania, the possession. a street dog recoils at maltreatment, but nothing loath, he suffers, for a street dog yearns to be needed, to be loved.
ใ ค ใ ค ย ย with the embrace, seth twists the switchblade, and dean swallows the blood and acid in his throat. he rasps a laugh, pulling at sethโs shirt, hands furling and unfurling at the fabric.ย ย ย โย youโre scum of thโ earth, seth,ย ย โย ย he breathes. he pulls his hand away from sethโs shirt, and he intertwines his fingers into brunet and blond hair, a lock of blond twistedย โround his index finger. he grits his teeth.ย ย ย โย whatโs hunter doinโ to your head, huh ?ย youโre a goddamn monster.ย ย โย ย he grabs a fistful of sethโs hair, and he pulls, hard and rough.ย ย ย โย build me back up jusโ to watch me fall, thatโs it, isnโt it ?ย huh, huh ?ย ย โย ย all but snarling, he shoves at sethโs chest. ใ ค ใ ค ย โย iโm not yours. you lost that when you stabbed me in the goddamn back !ย ย โย ย never one for normalcy, he enjoys theย volatilityย of his and sethโs affair, the shoving, the yelling, the angry, desperate hands. theย push and pull, how seth fights for him, fights to dominate him, the street dog, for a street dog yearns to be needed, to be loved, to feel wanted.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ๐๐๐๐ ย ๐๐๐๐ ย ๐๐๐ ย ๐๐๐๐๐๐?
๐พ๐จ๐ป๐ช๐ฏ ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐น ๐ฉ๐จ๐ช๐ฒ ๐พ๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ต ๐๐ถ๐ผ ๐ช๐จ๐ต'๐ป ๐พ๐จ๐ป๐ช๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ต๐ฌ
I really thought you would be different, but youโve turned out to be just like everybody else.
WHERE DO YOU HOLD YOUR LOVE? / DUSTIN.
IN YOUR TEETH. ย ย ย LOVE HAS ITS UNEVEN EDGESย ย but it is something you sink your teeth into. with love you give all of yourself over and feel everything as it happensย -ย good and bad. for you love can be a fight, whether it's hard won or hard lostย ย (ย or hard to hold on toย )ย ย love has a way of leaving it's impression in your skin. it's not that it hurts, it's just that it knows your tender spots and seems to hit those first.
WHERE DO YOU HOLD YOUR LOVE? / MOXLEY.
IN YOUR HEART. ย ย ย YOU HOLD YOUR LOVE IN YOUR HEART.ย ย love is intrinsic, inevitable, love is the beating core of everything; love is also hard to talk about. your love comes out with more rareness, mostly shows up for the big things in a big wayย -ย this doesn't mean it doesn't beat for the small stuff, you feel it all, in fact you feel it more intensely than most which is why it's so hard to get out. you hold your love inside you because it matters, it might be the only thing that does.
TAGGED BY.ย ย @darkenedheartsโย &ย @eraofviolenceโ TAGGING.ย ย @lavmiscโ for whichever muse youโre feeling,ย ย @depravcdโ for sami,ย ย &ย @deadmenanddemonsโ for whichever brother !
A SHOT OF BRANDI | episode 27 (moxley edition)