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problematicfavesareproblematic · 3 years

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NSFW Alphabet- Joe Toye

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Ok, so here’s the 411- Joe gives it his all when y’all are fucking. He’s flipping you around into different positions, he’s gripping whatever part of your body he can get his hands so he can reach deeper faster harder better, Joe is fully prepared to do all the work.

That being said, the boy’s EXHAUSTED by the time he’s done with you. You’re lucky if he doesn’t collapse on you in a sweaty, sleepy mess. But after he’s had a second to regroup and rally- he’s totally down for some pillow talk.

WARNING: it’s going to be in that sexy husky voice of his, which means round two is imminent.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Ok, so our Joe’s hot. Like, really hot. He is fully aware of how good he looks- sometimes to the point of arrogance. If he had to pick just one part of himself, it’d probably be his arms. He likes knowing that he can always fight his way out of a sticky situation, but what he really likes is how your hands feel when they clutch at his biceps while getting sexy. (He also really gets soft when you run your fingers up and down his arms/forearms while sitting around and talking with the guys shh shh shh)

On you? Your hands- this boy never thought of hands being sexy until he watched yours dance across a map while discussing plans of action. His eyes followed their motions like a moth follows a flame- and when they touched HIS HAND for the first time? Boner city. Population: this guy.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

MESSY BOY. OH MY GOD.

He’s BIG into marking you, and if you gave him the ok (he always checks first) he’d gladly paint you in it (he gets very caveman when it comes to marking you as his ffs what a horndog).

But if you aren’t into that? Not a problem. Simply seeing his cum on your hands (which we’ve established he’s super into) is enough for him. Inside of you works too, FYI. He’s very accommodating.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He once secretly got off in class while watching you disassemble and reassemble your rifle. Your fingers moved so fast and confidently that he couldn’t help but wonder what ~other~ confident things they could do (his mind instantly pictured you fingering yourself and he’s only a little bit sorry about how depraved he is). He’d kneaded the heel of his hand against his cock under the table and to this day he has no idea how he wasn’t caught.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Experienced is a good way to describe Joe, bc in cruder company he’d be called a fuckboy. He’s had more partners than the average Joe (lol sorry) but not nearly as many as someone like Tab or Nix or Liebgott have had. He just lived a full-ass life and, due to him being a stud, he’s never been wanting for company.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything with him on top is his comfort zone. He likes feeling in control, and he really likes being able to see how good he’s making you feel.

Bonus points if he can grip your neck a lil bit.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Joe is goofy in the sense that he likes to tease you, maybe antagonize you a lil. He knows that you get off on it- that you like when he points out how good he’s making you feel, or lightly chastising you for how quickly you’re going to cum. He doesn’t mean it, and if you were ever to tell him to back off he’d be totally down.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Dark, curly, trimmed but not ~groomed~, you know?

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Personally, He seeks to establish intimacy during the afterglow, curling around you once the sweat has cooled and your breathing has evened out. Face touches, greedy but sweet kisses? Joe Toye’s your guy.

HOWEVER!: If he thinks you could use some during the act, he’s game. If you ask for it? HE’S WHATEVER MORE THAN BEING GAME IS. Get over here, hot stuff.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does it whenever he feels the urge. It’s not a huge deal for him.

He’d prefer sex with you obviously, but if you’re not feeling it or it’s not a good time then he’ll take care of himself. In a perfect world, you could both do some mutual masturbation. He absolutely thinks of you while he does it, tho.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Choking kink. Wow wow wow. Nothing extreme- he doesn’t feel comfortable cutting off your airflow or anything, but a hand around the throat certainly adds a nice primitiveness to the experience.

If you choke him, however: different story.

Joe finds that EXTREMELY hot. Oh my God. It plays into his weird obsession with your hands/touch. It reminds him that you’re just as into him as he is with you, and he is a big fan of you getting a lil rough with him now and again.

Pin him down by his throat as you ride him? He’s done for.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Any time, anywhere- as long as he can be sure that you won’t be interrupted. There are exceptions to this (see Risk).

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Little touches from you can really get him going. Lacing your fingers with his as you both ride in a truck from location to location. Your eyes finding his as you talk business with someone else. The gentle scratch of your fingernails through the shorter hairs at the base of his skull. You also get a certain look in your eyes when you’re feeling frisky, and the moment he sees that, sexy with you is all that he can think about.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Doing anything to you that leaves more than a bruise. Hickeys? Awesome. Speckles of bruises on your hips from where his fingertips dug into your skin a bit too hard? Hot.

Deep shadows around your throat left behind from him holding you a little too hard? NO NO NOPE THAT’S NOT OKAY.

It reminds him too much of violence, of someone trying to escape the touch of another and being denied freedom. Once, a German soldier had tried to choke you out so you wouldn’t alert anyone of his presence and Joe. Fucking. Lost it. His brass knuckles were nearly fused to his skin by the time Joe was done with them.

Tl;dr- deep marks on his girl? He’ll kick someone's ass. He’ll kick my ass. He’ll kick his own ass

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s a fan of both! When he’s going down on you, he’s all about results- what will get you off the quickest and hardest. Overstimulation King (but in a good way).

When you go down on him and make a point to draw the process out as long as you possibly can, he just about cries with need. He’ll beg you to give him more so he can finally cum, but secretly he’s hoping that you’ll keep edging him bc dear god you’re so beautiful and evil and wow your nails scratching down his stomach feels good.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

FAST. Like I said before, he’s all for getting you off quick and hard. He likes the feeling of his muscles trembling with exhaustion as he pistons into you with ruthless speed, likes the way it makes your body shake and bounce and sheen with sweat. He really likes being able to just fall asleep with you afterwards, so his goal is to tire out the both of you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Ok, so here’s the thing- before you, most of his sexual history could be considered quickies. He didn’t like the idea of lingering too long after doing the do, so a quick fuck in the closet of a bar was his bread and butter. Remember: the quicker the better.

But since you, he’s decided that he’s good with both quickies and...slowies(?). If he’s feeling frisky while you both are out or just about to go out or in any sort of time crunch, he lets you know by coming up to stand behind you and wrapping his arms around your torso, gently pulling you back until you can feel his hardening cock against your backside.

If you rest one of your hands on his forearm and squeeze it- then you’re not feeling it rn and he backs off (or excuses himself to take care of it bc he’s practical like that). If you lean back into him or turn your head to the side so he can kiss your cheek- it’s go time. Meet him in the bathroom, bc someone’s about to get their world rocked.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

JOe is fine with public sex as long as he knows/can predict who or what could possibly figure out what the two of you are doing. And even then, it’s going to be sneaky. You sitting on his lap with his dick in your pussy? Nice. pretending to lean over and whisper something to you while sitting at a booth (but actually fingering you? Dope.

He’ll basically go as far as you let him, but his big thing is not letting the two of you get caught by someone who will hold it over your ehad. Do’t fuck with his girl.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Two and a half rounds- he always starts with getting you off with his hands, thigh, tongue (that’s the half round), then he cranks out the next two fast and unwaveringly. Ideally, the outcome for him is two orgasms for him and three for you. Bonus points if he can wring four out of you, but he’s not going to push it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Probably didn’t own any of his own, but if you have a vibrator or something he’ll definitely use it on you. Would probably consider letting you use it on him, but only once he’s used it on you a couple times.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not very much in terms of edging teasing, but verbally he can be very antagonistic.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Loud and proud, but tries to keep the sounds in for as long as he can. You can always tell when he’s close by how vocal he’ll become. Huge whiner whenever you suck his cock or give him a handjob, bc you are so perfect and wicked that it literally overwhelms him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Has at least one copy of the Kama Sutra. Bill gave it to him as a joke gift but Joe absolutely uses it for inspiration.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Average length but girthy. He’s pretty proud of it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high, but something he can control. He knows it’s unrealistic to be able to fuck you whenever he wants (bc otherwise, you’d never leave his bed), so he’s able to channel that desire into anticipation for the next time he gets the chance to fuck you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

SO FAST, OH MY GOD. But he doesn’t sleep long- it’s more like a power nap and then he wakes up and helps you clean up/cleans you up himself and then gets cuddly. Then he sleeps again. What a nerd.

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deviliciousdev · 3 years

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appreciation post for the types✨

from your local intp🖤

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✨The Sensors✨

estj (the executive)

Oh the executive, the most organized and loud boss bitch to ever exist. You cut through the bullshit and do not let anything stand in your way. And yet, like you're intuitive counter part (entj) you are quite sensitive if and when something hurts your feelings. Even though you're an expert at being all business during business hours, you still know how to have fun. and omg you have such a dorky sense of humor and love random facts, we love that. you are/can/will be a great leader/parent. All in all you are THEE boss and everyone knows it. keeping leading and kicking ass. 👏🏼

estp (the entrepreneur)

i absolutely adore estp's. you are the epitome of one of my fav character arcs. which is the charismatic rogue, who possibly drinks a lil more than they should, but can handle their liquor like a sailor (amazingly). you never back down from a challenge. you are so fun and wild in a han solo type of way, that just makes everyone want to be around you. but the best thing about you, is the way (deep down & to those you let close know) you are actually such a sweetheart. you would get hit by a bus trying to rush to make sure a friend is ok. you would take a bullet for any of your loved ones and let them cry on your shoulder. you're secretly the white knight but you're happy to let everyone think you're just the brash rogue. you're one of my best friends and someone i will adore with all my heart till the end of time.💕

p.s if you don't have an estp in your life, get one ASAP. they are a necessity for a complete friend group.

istj (the logistician)

oof, yes istj's. so sublet in their charm, and ready to die for what they believe in. i love the istj because you have two of an intp's fav qualities at your core. badassery & humility. you're like this pillar of certainty. even if you are uncertain about something, no one would ever be able to tell. you have a way of decision making that's not loud or overwhelming. which is why intp's love when you plan things. you're also quiet at first, but if you're challenged, you would never let someone walk all over you or something/someone that matters to you. i also love that you're one of the types (alongside infp & entj) that is sooo funny and goofy when you're drunk. like a lil toddler. #adorable

istp (the engineer)

ahhhh, the intp's sensing counter part. istp's fucking rule. truly. you believe in many of the same principles intps do. the main one being, keeping an open mind without fore fitting you're own beliefs. your exterior calm and collected nature makes you cool af. AND you also have such a FANTASTIC sense of sarcastic humor. like yes bitch. i love the way intps are the idealists and istps are the doers. if an istp and intp got together, ooof the world better beware the chaos that would ensue. also you guys have thee COOLEST fictional characters. the first one that always comes to mind is Arya Stark from Game of Thrones. like suchhhhhhh a badass who also roasts literally EVERY single person in that show no matter if it's the fucking leader of the house you're at war with. out of all the types i think you would be the best assassin. to sum up i think the word i always relate to you is... cool. 😎 like plain and simple. 💀🤘🏼

p.s let's be partners in crime. 😁🚨🚓

esfj (the consul)

ok, ok, so first things first, because you are so opposite of the intp, i know we can butt heads sometimes. the main reason this happens is because nt's will see you're want to make others happy as a negative. HOWEVER, as i have gotten to know and respect an esfj as they are a part of my family (irl). i can say that the perceived notion of esfj's wanting to please everyone to get them to like them is a bit misguided. while esfjs DO want everyone to be happy, it's not always about being the popular kid. it's actually because they care about others. AND not just others but like situations. they really care if a party or a dinner is going smoothly. because they want events and people to have an enjoyable time and be happy. so esfj's I SEE YOU. and i genuinely appreciate how much you care about even the smmmmallest things. you are very dependable and high key you've taught me a lot. like how/why it's important to always say please and thank you. and you showed me that having emotions (like being nervous) isn't a weakness and it actually shows us what's important. esfj's are HIGHLY underrated, and much more wise than anyone gives you credit for.

p.s you are so much fun to prank and you always give as good as you get. 🤘🏼

esfp (the entertainer)

holy shit. that's all i can think when i think of the memories we share. we somehow bring out the worst/best in one another. you and infp are the ones i tell first when i get good news because i know you'll hype me the fuck up. we have sooooooooooo much fun together. you are so absolutely awesome and one of my best friends in the whole wide world. if i have a passing random idea, YOU WILL DO IT. i can be like "wouldn't it be funny if someone got on the hood of the car and twerked" and you're hilarious crazy ass will literally jump out of the car and do it. just because it's funny. you can party soooo hard, like rockstar level. you 100% need you're own reality show. your presence makes my introverted self feel more confident even when i'm at my lowest. with all that chaotic-ness said, you are actually a REALLY good parent/s.o?? such a crazy bitch, but also wife material?? like are you real?? anywayyyyy, just wanna say esfp's are the bad bitches of the types (no gender intended, bitches is gender neutral). and i can't wait for our next adventure. 🤩💜

isfj (the defender)

ok so even though you're a feeling type, i would have to say you're the most logical out of ALL the feeling types. i think it comes from you're mama bear (no specific gender intended) core. you don't put up with anyone's shit when it comes to those you care about. and dayummm will you fuck someone up (metaphorically and literally) if they come for your loved ones. you are VERY intelligent and people often underestimate you. the word that comes to mind when i think about isfjs is... resolve. your resolve in the face of hardship is so inspiring and something to be feared. i really love the way you seem so chill and even sweet and gracious and then it's like... oh fuck mamas here... but you don't even have to raise your voice to get your point across. like the istj, you've got a certainty and loyalty that intp's lovvveee. we never have to guess where you're loyalties are, because you don't just say, you show, through real actions. and we love that. 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼🐻

isfp (the adventurer)

oh the isfp, no one and i mean no one can match the intp's weird out of the box thinking like you. can. you view the world in SUCH a unique way. you not only see things in deep meaningful aesthetics, but you make them a reality. you love to push the envelope of what are perceived social normals. and we lovvvvvvve that shit. you're life can be so out there, but you still respect and can make friends with just about anyone. you're so sweet and creative. and you always show me something sooooo interesting. a hidden gem, a beautiful view spot, a hole in the wall place to eat. you've got that thing that xntp's sort of fall head over heels for, but in a subtle way to where we don't even realize it. and you can make time the illusion it actually is, not even noticing that we've been hanging out for like 12 hours, because it felt like 30 minutes. and omg talk about talented! anything that requires creativity you are always so good at, like wtf?? 😂👏🏼 i will end this by saying; you're simultaneously the most tranquil yet exciting person i've ever met. and truly one of a kind. keep doing exactly what you're doing and i can't wait to see what you come up with next.

p.s you are my top choice, to go to Bali & Tulum with✨🤍☯️

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beauenfer · 3 years

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Confessions We Won’t Admit | pt. 1

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•‎𐩐 ༘ ✦* SUMMARY: Reader is Cordelias sister, or according to Xander, Satans spawn. They don’t get along (well, most days), but all it takes is for some alone time in a sewer and an almost kiss for them to figure out why

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“XANDER?” THE BOY IN QUESTION turned his head towards you with a curious hum in response, being misled by the sweet smile on your face. You had your arms crossed against your chest, your hair neatly held back with a bulky headband so Xander could see your face clearly. You cocked your head at him, letting out a delighted chuckling noise to further confuse the boy.

“Can you shut up? Unlike you, some people like to listen.” Your smile fell from your face into your standard pouty frown, your glossed lips twisting into a grimace that contrasted the genetic beauty of it. You were a Chase, after all. Your eyelids, shaded with a faint green to match your dress, blinked at him when he just continued to stare at you, as well as made your eyes pop.

“Even I felt that burn.” Cordelia, with her hands crossed over her knee, turned to her ex with a deadpan expression, raising her brows at him in a knowing look. You smirked slightly at that, seeing the way he opened and closed his mouth to form a response. To be truthful, you were trying to listen to Giles and his demon lecture, but Willow and Xander’s irreverent giggling was distracting you from it. Plus, you took any excuse you could to push Xander’s buttons, It was too easy.

“Oh please, like you can hear anything with that antenna on your head.” He pointed at you with a fervor, talking about the forest green headband on your head that matched your outfit. Your hands flew up to the accessory, offended. You glared at the brown-haired boy, clutching the headband in your hands.

“Antenna!? This is Burberry I’ll have you know, but of course you’ve never heard of it. You’re not financially able to get one!” You exclaimed with a sneer, jerking your head at him as you watched his eyes widen in response. Willow sat between you and him with a scared expression, literally in the middle of an argument. Giles just stood by the table with an open book in his hand, turned to the page he had been reading off of, looking at the table in annoyance.

“Well, (y/n), why would I get one!? I’m a man!” He cried, pointing at himself as he leaned over Willow to get in your face, the smell of his cologne (which you were shocked he even wore) distracting you for a second before you did the same, your lip curled in anger.

“A man? Now I know why everyone thinks you’re so funny!” You heard a ringing in your ears and felt your cheeks start to heat up on their own accord, an anger only Xander could bring out in you bubbling in your chest. You couldn't focus on anything but Xander and that smell that seemed to smother you; the smell of bergamot oranges and cedarwood. You crinkle your nose as you take another whiff; intoxicated.

He flared his nostrils, the both of you hovering over Willow to meet in the middle, equally irritated with the other.

“Oh! Oh, I’ve had it up to here, Missy!” He raised his hand above his head with crazed brown eyes, and you just scoffed at him, getting closer until you could see the stubble on his neck and above his lip. You flickered your eyes back up to his eyes once you caught yourself, giving him a glare.

“Oh really? Well, I could say the same for you, Missy!” You mocked, his eye twitching at you. Willow looked between the both of you with a panicked expression, leaning back in her chair as she watched the exchange. She winced at your statement, but looked at Xander with furrowed brows. She didn’t understand why you guys were arguing so much, she was observan like that. She noticed the glares, the frowns, the scoffs, the arguing that seemed to increase when Xander and Cordelia broke up. Honestly, she was worried. Because Xander and Cordelia used to argue like this, over the smallest things… before they dated.

“Uh, guys?” Willow interrupted the stare down with a small voice, hesitant to put herself in the situation. She didn’t want anyone to snap on her.

“What?” You and Xander snapped your heads over to the redhead, too engrossed in the tension that seemed to surround you both like a bubble. It was always there, lurking above your heads like a storm cloud ready to explode.

Willow flinched, letting out a nervous chuckle.

“Erm, air? I kind of… need it.” She sighed, giving you both a nervous smile. You frowned, giving Xander a glance as you realized how little space there was between the pair of you.

“Oh, right. Sorry…” You mumbled, leaning back in your seat and clearing your throat as everyone stared at you. Xander let out a laugh to clear the tension, shooting back in his seat and swallowing down a lump in his throat. He glanced at you a moment after you did him, suddenly jolting in his seat and looking at Giles with a frazzled expression.

“So, Giles, a demon sacrifice? Let’s talk about that. Please, god, let’s talk about that.” He stammered, wringing his hands together with a nervous giggle. You nodded your head, crossing your legs and looking up at the librarian.

“Yeah, I mean, like, a virgin sacrifice. Because those used to… used to be a thing.” You coughed, your hands intertwined together on the table as you leaned away from Xander to appear unbothered. You weren’t having anyone fooled.

Giles looked between the both of you with an annoyed, but curious expression, holding his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

“Oh, yes, right. And please, d-don’t interrupt. This-this information could be proven futile on your patrol tonight.”Giles mumbled, flipping a page and wagging his finger at the group.

“Oh right, because Buffy decided to ditch us to go to Los Angeles and leave us with the slaying. Isn’t this her job?” Cordelia furrowed her brows at Giles, who just threw his head back to look up at the ceiling.

“Oh lord…”

“Uh, Cordelia, Buffy left to go see her father.” Xander looked at her like it was obvious, speaking slowly. You didn’t want to look at him for too long, so you just cracked a small smile at your sister and looked at her confused expression.

“Your point?” She said, waving her hand at him.

“Cordy, Buffy didn’t ditch us. She just went away for the weekend. She’ll be back on Monday.Besides, I think we’ve been doing pretty well given the circumstances. We’ve been kicking some vampire ass.” Willow gave the group a cheesy grin, bouncing in her seat. You let out a small laugh, knowing this little vigilante group of humans has most definitely not been kicking vampire ass.

“Will, while I appreciate the enthusiasm, you’re living in a fantasy world. Dare I bring up last night when a vampire snuck up on me and almost had his dinner?” Xander recounted, putting an arm around Willow’s shoulder. You didn’t miss the action, but refused to look too much into it. Willow frowned, slumping her shoulders.

“Yeah, you’re right. We suck.” Willow pouted, putting her arms in her lap.

“ Oh, I remember. I was the one who saved you.” You smirked, remembering when you staked the vampire that pinned Xander to the side of a crypt, his teeth near Xander’s jugular.

“That is so not the point. But since we’re on the subject, remember when your heel got stuck in the mud and you fell? Huh, I bet you don’t remember that one, do you? See, it’s no fun when people bring up embarrassing moments, is it?” He waved a finger at you, making you give him a mean look for bringing it up. You took three showers last night trying to wash the mud out of your matted hair, clumps of dirt splattering onto the tile. But worst of all, you had lost a heel last night. And that part of you will never be recovered.

“You wore heels… to a cemetery?” Willow raised a brow at you, but you didn’t have an explanation. You just shrugged, moving past the matter.

“But see, this is my point. Buffy’s in Los Angeles having the time of her life while we’re stuck here getting our asses handed to us every night.” Cordelia gestured around to everybody, making you look down at the wood grain of the table. You slumped, a part of you agreeing with her, but you also knew Cordelia could be insensitive at times. You loved her, she was your sister, but she wasn’t always the most understanding unless it benefitted herself.

“Now you know how Buffy feels every night of her life.” Xander gave Cordelia a smile, that playful atmosphere shifting into something more serious. You quickly looked at Giles for a distraction so the table of students could move on from the subject. Your pleading eyes met his, and he quickly jumped into gear.

“Oh, right, well, erm. I know it’s been discouraging, but I have faith in you lot. Somehow, you never cease to surprise me. Now, back to tonight's patrol. I have been given word that tonight is no ordinary night. Which means you guys need to be careful. There’s been word circulating that the demon, Akristos, will be risen tonight. Now, now, this does not mean it will happen, just be on the lookout for anything suspicious. If I hear anything more on the matter I’ll tell you all immediately. Are there any questions?” At some point Giles had put the book down and now had his hands in his pockets, looking at the group with raised eyebrows. Xander raised his hand with a goofy smile, wiggling in his seat. Giles looked him over, then turned elsewhere.

“Great. I will see you all tomorrow. And, again, please be careful and extra cautious. This may very well be the most important night of your young lives and there is a high possibility one of you will die..” Giles took a pause, his eyes looking Xander over distastefully. “Probably Xander.” Giles walked off to his office, unknowingly casting a feeling of dread to run through you. As casual as Giles seemed to be on the matter, you were worried sick. The four of you could barely handle a vampire on your own, how could you face up against a powerful demon? You swallowed down a sour taste in your mouth. You needed Buffy.

“Is it just me or was Giles being sarcastic?” Cordelia voiced once Giles’ office door slammed shut. You looked at her to try and remain unbothered, that sick feeling in your stomach making you feel a little nauseous.

“Giles was definitely being sarcastic.” You sighed, getting out of your seat and picking up your purse. Willow nodded her head, putting her bookbag on.

“I think he learned it from us.” She smiled, adjusting the straps. Still, the words echoed around in your head, a frown forming on your face. You always had shaky hands when’d you walk in the cemetery, especially at night. But unlike Xander, you were able to keep it to yourself. You used to be one of the most popular girls in the school, you were good when it came to hiding your emotions. It wasn’t that hard, everyone already thought you were a bitch so might as well play the part.

“I, personally, cannot wait. I already planned me and (y/n)’s outfits.” Cordelia picked up the books in her hands and held them to her chest, giving you a look as she sashayed away, her skirt swaying behind her. Xander stared after her with a shake of his head.

“Can you believe I used to date that woman?” He looked down at Willow, his hands holding the strap of his bag that crossed over his chest.

“Not at all.” Willow said, giving him a final look before heading towards the doors. Xander did a double take, running after her.

“Hey, what is that supposed to mean?!” As the double doors swung behind the duo, you stared after them with an unfamiliar longing in your chest. You’d been feeling it these last few weeks but you didn’t know why. All you knew was that you were dreading tonight and whatever mystical demon that may or may not be arisen.

You flicked your hair back behind your shoulder, taking a few steps towards the door as the sharp pang of the dismissal bell rang through the intercom.

You almost jumped when a head popped into the room, the stream of students filling the halls.

“Hey, you coming to fifth period or what? Dylan Carter said Mr.Henderson was wearing his toupee today.” Xander gave you a large grin that you couldn’t help but look at, and you let a small smile slip too as the thoughts of what’s to come later tonight got pushed to the back of your mind. You shook your head, walking a little quicker to join him.

“Of course that’s all you’re worried about. Nevermind you're failing the class.” You gave him a look as you joined him in the hall, rolling your eyes.

“Wait, you’re telling me you do the work? How could you when his hair is flying all over the place? If you ask me it’s not the vampires you needa worry about. It’s that creep. Hey, we should just slay him!” Xander theatrically went on a rant that had you laughing as you two walked down the crowded hall, another bipolar episode you two shared. One minute you’re fighting, the next you and Xander are walking to class together. You laughed again at something else he said, instinctively putting a hand on his shoulder.

He wasn’t blind to it, looking down at your manicured hand that touched his bicep. It might’ve been over a t-shirt and flannel but it made him jumpy anyways. He rubbed the back of his neck and nervously glanced at you, paying attention to the way your eyes crinkle when you laughed and the way your makeup matched your green dress and cardigan. He quickly went back to telling his story so you didn’t get suspicious, hyperware of your hand on him.

Unbeknownst to the both of you, Willow watched from down the hall as one of her friends mindlessly spoke to her, a frown on her face as watched her best friend flirt with one of the sisters in the I Hate The Chase Sisters Club.

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“Wait, did you guys really wear matching outfits? That’s completely insane, you realize that right?” Xander told you and Cordelia as you met him at the gate entrance, the chirping of crickets loud in your ears. You carried a stake in your hands and an axe tucked into the waistband of your pants. You weren’t going to come unprepared to a demons awakening that may or may not happen.

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over the brown long sleeve you had on. The leather was heavy on your form but it was worth it. You and your sister looked bad ass.

“You’re just mad she didn’t do it with you.” You jutted your chin out, crossing your arm with Cordelia’s.

He waved his fingers around, looking at you like you were stupid.

“Dear god, let me tell you how wrong you are.” He narrowed his eyes, eyes that seemed darker in the night.

“Um, where’s Willow? She said she’d be here already.” Cordelia asked, looking at Xander with furrowed brows. You looked at him too, asking yourself the same question when you noticed the redhead was nowhere to be seen. As your eyes scanned the cemetery in front of you, a thin veil of fog surrounding the grounds, you couldn’t help but feel you were entering your own doom. You swallowed, your mouth feeling like cotton as you clutched the stake tighter in your hand.

“To hell if I know. You would expect her to be punctual. She’s Willow, for Christ’s sake.” Xander stated, sucking his teeth as he turned towards the road to see if she would miraculously appear. You sighed as a cold chill ran through you, about to say something before a voice piped up from behind you.

“Hey, guys. Sorry I’m late. I got stuck doing dishes.” Willow gave us a small smile, running up to the group with a cross necklace jangling around her throat. You made an amused face, you and Cordelia walking into the cemetery once the group was reunited.

“Really, Will? Dishes? Do you not understand the world needs saving?” Xander reprimanded, but only jokingly as the pair followed after you and Cordelia. You two carried on your own conversation as the two in the back made their own. It might’ve been unwise to do so, especially when there was a 50/50 chance you’d stumble on a demon parade.You tried not to think about that as you and Cordelia talked.

“Oh my god, and did you see Melanie’s hair? I mean, who does she think she is? Madonna?” Cordelia referred to Melanie Harp, one of the girls who used to follow you and Cordelia around like puppies. Melanie dyed her hair last week into platinum curls once Harmony took over the clique, effectively ruining the soft brown hair she used to have. You agreed, laughing as quietly as you could.

“Oh my gosh, right! And you know she only did that because Harmony has blonde hair.” You rolled your eyes, the grass crunching beneath your boots, the same ones Cordelia had on. It was Saturday night, a night you should’ve been at The Bronze shacking up with college boys. But lately, boys just didn’t interest you anymore. You barely glanced at boys in the mall, the boys Cordelia hooked you up with didn’t interest you anymore, and you’ve been surprisingly by yourself the last month. I mean, a Chase daughter actually focusing on school and not boys? Okay, that’s a stretch. You just found it odd that you weren’t chasing after male attention like you usually did. You got pulled out of your head whenever Cordelia spoke, a gentle hand touching your elbow.

“Are you okay? You’re being weird.” She noticed, furrowing her finley plucked eyebrows at you in question. You looked into her brown eyes and saw an emotion Cordelia Chase rarely showed. Worry, concern. But she wasn’t going to be outright about it.

You gave her a little shove, bumping your shoulder with hers. You smiled, hoping to relieve her.

“I’m fine, Cordy. Are you? I mean, you're still friends with your ex-boyfriend. That’s gotta be weird.” You gave her a knowing look, but she just scoffed, looking at you like you were ridiculous.

“Oh please, me and Xander? There’s nothing there anymore, trust me. I would never stoop that low again. Although, I have noticed you and him, don’t think I haven’t.” She put her hands in your pockets and raised her eyebrows at you, she wasn’t looking particularly supportive of the idea. And that’s all it was, an idea, a silly notion, an absurdity. You would never go for Xander. Him? No, no, no. You let out a disgruntled noise, your mouth twisting in disgust. You gave her a real shove this time.

“Oh my god, why would you even suggest the idea of that? Ew, no, never in a million years. Light years, even. Infinity years.” You made gestures with your hand to elaborate your point, but it didn’t seem she believed you with the way she raised a brow.

“Yeah, well, I said the same thing and next thing I know we’re making out in the supply closet.” She shrugged, remembering the year before when Xander and her would run off to the makeout closet during class. She didn’t miss those times. You made another noise of disgust at the image that popped in your head.

“Ew, TMI.” You groaned, putting a hand in her face.

“I’m serious. Don’t get yourself into something you don’t want to, because I’m telling you right now Xander has got a big fat crush on you. Shocking, I know. He just has a thing for us Chase girls. I mean what is it about us that gets us all this male attention?” You stopped listening to your sister as she considered what makes us so attractive, looking at the ground with wide-eyes. Xander has a crush on you? You didn’t believe it. Cordelia was an expert when it came to men, but she's also an expert in misinterpreting things. Xander was just your friend, but also the guy you hated most of the time. Besides, you knew for a fact he had a crush on Buffy, with the way he stared at her in class and held her textbooks and hated Angel. You took a big breath in to calm yourself, a fuzzy feeling fluttering in your stomach. While you considered why he wouldn’t like you, your mind slipped up and said, what if he did? Would it be so bad?

In that moment, when your brain said a relationship with Xander wouldn’t be such a bad idea, you knew you were fucked.

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Half an hour went by with silence and stealth, featuring the occasional laugh, with nothing showing up around the cemetery. Nobody saw demons, robes, or sacrificial virgins anywhere. Sometimes, Xander would yelp at a grasshopper or a bird, and everyone would pull their stakes up ready to fight only to see nothing. Sure, those moments were funny, but you couldn't be bothered, what with your sister's accusations still going through your mind.

You had been quiet unless directly spoken to, a pit of nerves sitting heavy in your stomach. You were uncomfortable; your jacket was making you hot, your shoes cramped your toes, and the handle of the ax was digging into your lower back. Oh, and the fact you couldn’t look at Xander without seeing Cordelia, which makes you think about Xander. On top of that, you felt that if you looked at him he would hear the thoughts going through your head, or the anxious beating of your heart. You believed that all it took was for one look for Xander to strip you down layer by layer and everything you’ve been thinking will be exposed. And on top of that, the longer you stayed in the dark cemetery with the rustle of bushes and the haunting croaks of birds the more your nerves acted up. You had come here confident, but you’re going to leave a muddled mess.

This was all Cordelia’s fault. If she had just not said anyth-

“Hey, guys, over here.” Xander hurried to hide behind a crypt, waving his hand to signal to you. You looked up, and across an empty patch of grass, right next to a neighboring crypt, could robed figures be seen.

Your eyes widened, Cordelia grabbing your wrist and bringing you both over behind Xander. Cordelia was behind Xander, you behind Cordelia, and Willow behind you. Each trying to breath and talk as quietly as possible.

“What do you see?” Cordelia murmured, leaning up to Xander’s ear. He held up a finger, eyes focused on the group of demons. You looked behind you at Willow, who was clutching onto your jacket with a white-knuckled grip of fear.

“Do you mind, Rosenberg?” You raised a brow, her shaky hands releasing her grip with an squealed out sorry.

“Hey, is it wrong that I’m a little excited but also a little scared for my life?” She murmured, giving you an unsure look as she put her hands on your shoulders. You thought about it, nodding your head.

“I think it's a little weird because we can die, but hey, to each their own.” You shrugged, pinning yourself to the wall before Xander whipped around with a scared expression. The group of you moved back a little so you’re out of earshot, looking at Xander with curious expressions.

“What’d you see?” Willow whispered, making the boy snap his head towards her with a petrified expression. You furrowed your eyebrows at the sight. That couldn’t be good.

“I saw a weird, veiny thing! To give you a better image… a penis with horns.” Xander explained, making the three of you cringe.

“So is that the demon that Giles said wasn’t going to be summoned tonight? Because I wasn’t prepared for this. Oh god, oh god, we’re going to die. (y/n), we’re going to die and I’ll never get to see Richard again.” Cordelia shook her head, breathing heavily with the humid air and fear coursing through her veins. She went into full panic mode, leaning back against the crypt and sliding down to the grass melodramatically. You nodded your head, giving her a pout as you agreed with the statement, sliding down next to her.

“Xander, I think we lost them.” Willow frowned down at the two of you, rocking in the dirt as the thoughts of death consumed you. Your measly axe was no match for a big demon, and they were big from the glance you had to them.

“So, Willow, what’s the plan? Come on, use that gifted brain of yours and think! Think, damnit!” Xander spoke quickly, looking at Willow hopefully. You looked up at the redhead too, knowing she always came through in situations like this.

“Plan? I-I don’t have a plan. This is too much pressure, Xander, I don’t know what to do!” Willow panicked, stumbling over her words and looking at Xander frantically.

Xander went and slid down next to you, the doom settling in.

“Oh, god. Oh, god, I’m gonna die only having had sex with Cordelia.” Xander frowned, looking at the ground with a glazed over look. You side-eyed him, rolling your eyes. Cordelia scoffed, but said nothing else.

“Well, Xander, was the demon fully, you know, arisen?” Willow looked down at him, the distant sound of chanting entering your ears. It was scratchy, deep, and some foreign demon language you obviously didn’t know. You could barely speak english right, much less whatever the hell that was. You assumed they were reciting an ancient text, as all spells go.

“Not as far as I could see, why?” Xander mumbled, a little out of it as his head lolled back and forth when he talked to her.

“Oh, I haven’t made it that far, yet.” Willow cringed, seeing Xander’s expression. He threw his hands up, while you sat next to him trying to get your thoughts together. You couldn’t possibly attack them. There were too many, and they were powerful, if their broad backs and tall stature were anything to go by. You looked across the field at the other crypt, eyeing the statuesque angels standing on either side of the entrance.

“Wait, guys, you see that other crypt over there?” You whispered, pointing towards the gray construction.

“Yes, (y/n), but we need to think of a plan, not go sight-seeing.” Xander scoffed, looking at Willow in bewilderment. Willow crouched down, slapping his shoulder.

“She’s saying the plan, dumbass. What are you thinkin’, (y/n)?” Willow looked at you with a softer expression, the aimless mumblings of Cordelia still in your right ear. You took a hot breath in to calm yourself, then looked back at Willow.

All you could do was hope it worked.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ part two

omg, I didn’t know there was a text limit so I made this big ass one shot that’s gonna have to turn into a two shot. hmmmmm.

so that’s why the ending is SHIT. I had to cut it off so it made somewhat sense. ugh. argh.

and to whoever requested it, I should have part two up soon. Thank you for requesting. Gave me something to do ♥️ 💜 ♥️ 💜

#btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #xander harris fanfic #xander harris x reader #Xander Harris imagine #Alexander Harris #Xander Harris

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stellar-starseed · 3 years

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Closer Than That

Group: Stray Kids

Pairing: Changbin x fem!reader, Jisung x fem!reader, polyamory

Word Count: 2,250

Summary: Your best friends happen to be 3racha, but Changbin was your closest friend from childhood. When things start to take a different turn in your relationship, you’re left wondering which way is up.

Chapter: 6/?

Other Chapters: Master List

Warnings: 18+; sexual content, language

Note: This is cross posted on ao3

Chapter 6

It had been some time since Changbin, Jisung and you decided to try out a polyamorous relationship. This seemed ideal in those months and you were certain this is the best thing that could’ve happened to you. Chan swore you had a new glow and you almost felt as if you did.

The only problem with being on cloud nine at a time like this was no one knew. You guys decided during this trial period you weren’t going to let anyone in on this situation. It was a unanimous decision, but after being with them, after getting to experience what you could only have fantasized about previously, you wanted so bad to share that with someone.

“Hey, Jisungie!” You waved a hand in the air to get his attention. Her turned around to see your goofy self waving him down and he chuckled. Your eyes momentarily went wide at how handsome he looked. He was always stunning. He had on a red beanie and a tan knee length jacket with his black hoodie peaking out. You were nearly ready to strip each article of clothing off, he looked so good. You came out of your fantasy as Jisung approached you. The look he gave you was of pure adoration and your heart skipped a beat. You loved the way he looked at you.

“Hey, baby.” He said, enveloping you in the warmest most comforting hug. You needed that. You melted right there in his arms.

“Hello, handsome man.” You give him a shy smile. He chuckled and takes your hand in his, intertwining your fingers.

“Hungry?” He asks, swinging your arms back and forth as you start to walk. You nod and hum. You couldn’t bring yourself out of your thoughts on your weekly date out with Jisung.

Jisung was full of stories on his day. He talked about the song he worked on for hours, the new track that will more than likely feature Young K, and how he thinks the barista was flirting with him.

“What?” Your head shot up. Jisung looked down at your hands and winced as your grip got tighter.

“Ow!” He pulled his hand away. “Relax, I was joking, but it’s good to know you were listening.” He shakes his red hand from the pain of your death grip.

“I’m sorry, Hannie!” you take his hand and kiss it.

“You okay?” He questions running the back of his hand over your cheek. Your eyes gently shut at his touch and you nod.

“I’m fine, honestly.” You smile at him. While that was true you did have more on your mind.

“Okay, my little cutie.” He takes your face and kisses it. “You look beautiful by the way. I don’t know if I told you that already?”

“Not today.” You giggle.

“Well, you need to hear it from me every day. You. Are. Beautiful.” You giggle from embarrassment and smack his arm lightly.

“Stop, Hannie.” You shake your head, but can’t seem to shake the enormous smile across your face. Jisung felt it was contagious, he couldn’t help but smile seeing you smile so bright. And although Jisung loved it when you dressed up to go on dates with him, he knew your smile was always the most beautiful thing you wore.

“I will not! If you need me to I’ll jump up on that table and shout it out.” He started to run for the table. You rush forward and grab ahold of his arm.

“Oh no you will not.” You say as you drag your heals and tug him toward you. He stops so abruptly you fall backwards.

“Are you okay?” Jisung is truly stunned he didn’t mean to hurt you.

“I’m fine.” You giggle a bit embarrassed. “Help me up?” You hold your hand out and Jisung takes it to gently help you.

“Baby!” He examines your hand. “We haven’t even made it to get food and I’ve already injured you.”

“No you haven’t. This was my fault.” You brush the dirt from your hands and wrap your arms around his arm. “I’m fine, my little cutie.” You play mock him. You see his smile grow and it warms your heart.

Trying his hardest not to hurt you, Jisung let your hand down and wrapped an arm around you. He felt bad about you getting hurt and a sudden protective nature kicked in.

The day with Jisung was the kind of day you could see yourself looking back on fondly. Maybe a few years from now or even a few decades, you would remember this day with such happiness in your heart. The man that cared about you so much and put your needs before his. The man that would slowly and secretly build empires just to make you comfortable.

“Open up.” Jisung held a bite of food out to you. You take a bite as delicately as possible but seem to fail. Jisung chuckled at the food on your chin and swiftly wipes it away with his thumb. He quickly filled his mouth and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re the cutest, you know that?”

“Hmm?” Jisung looked up at you with his big beautiful eyes and he could melt any frozen heart in an instant. “Tell that to Changbin.” He snorts.

You swore you couldn’t adore this man anymore than you already did. He could be sweet and innocent and beautiful but then he could also be the goofiest cutest man.

“I l-“ you choked. You couldn’t believe you almost let it slip. You weren’t even sure if you were ready to say those words ‘I love you’. You thought it many times on your dates with Jisung, but you also thought it many times on your dates with Changbin. You felt a bit confused because you weren’t sure when all of this happened but your heart was entirely too full.

“You okay?” Jisung pat your back. “I’ll only feed you small bites from now on.”

“It’s okay.” You chuckled and steal the bite lingering on his chop sticks that was clearly meant for him.

“You’re so cute.” He smiled with full cheeks.

“Stop.” You say with your hand in front of your mouth.

“I can’t help it.” He beams for a moment. “Now, what were you saying?”

“Uh-“ you froze. “Oh, I love this sauce.” You smiled wide at your quick thinking.

“Well I don’t know if it feels the same about you.” He slid the dish to the other side of the table. “Maybe you should stick with the less spicy sauces.” He winks at you.

“Hey, I’m tough!” You stick your chest out.

“If you say so.” Jisung laughs.

When you finished your date with Jisung you walked back to the dorms. He wanted to spend more time alone with you, but you started to miss Changbin. You subtly asked if it was okay to head to his place and though you saw his disappointment you weren’t in the mood to go back to your place.

“Did you bring us anything?” Jeongin gave his best innocent smile. You wanted to pinch his little cheek, but held back.

“Here.” You hold out a bag of left overs that you knew would be devoured by the guys. Jisung pouts at you.

“But my favorite.” He wraps his arms around you and mock cried into your shoulder.

“I’ll buy you some next time.” You pat his head.

“Did you hear?” Seungmin asks through a mouthful of food. “Young K is going to be on our track.” Seungmin was so proud you smiled with him.

“I did hear! I’m excited for you guys. You know I was a day6 fan first.” You playfully rolled your eyes.

“Yeah right.” Changbin snorts. “You didn’t even know who they were until Seungmin forced you to listen to them.”

“Yup.” Seungmin readily agreed, nodding his head and shoving a large bite of food into his mouth.

“Forced?” You feign disgust. “I’ll have you know-“

“You’re not going to win this one.” Jisung shakes his head and pats your shoulder. He leaves you to fend for yourself as he plops down on the couch. He steals the pillow Changbin was hugging for himself. Changbin grabs another pillow and hits Jisung in the face.

“Do you see what I have to deal with?” Seungmin shakes his head at the two older boys.

You laugh at Seungmin but nod. “I feel your pain.”

“Noona!” Jeongin turns on his charm. “Can we go get ice cream?” He laughs.

“Yeah.” Changbin chimes in. You look in his direction to see he has Jisung pinned down on the couch.

“What on earth...”

“I’ll go with you.” Changbin smiles. He quickly jumps off the couch and grabs your arm.

“Ya!” Jisung throws the pillows off of himself and sits up. “Ya!” He repeats calling after you.

Changbin pulled you along and you kind of enjoyed it. Though you didn’t want to admit it most of the time, you were head over heels for this man. Changbin only stopped his hurried antics once you reached the alley behind the store. You laughed at him when he turned to face you.

“All that?” You point behind you as if you were speaking about something physical. “Was that necessary?”

“Of course it was.” He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. “I wanted you to myself.” He quickly kisses you to hide his ever growing smile.

“Mmm. I missed you too, Binnie.” You put your hands on either side of his face and look into his eyes.

“How much?” He questions with a sly smile. You softly chuckle and kiss him gently. You slip your arms around his shoulders and feel his arms tighten around you. He took control of the kiss immediately. His tongue was soon pushing its way past your lips and you gladly accepted. Changbin let his hands fall to your ass.

The car honking its horn was the only thing to pull you two from your own world. You jumped at the noise and Changbin wrapped his arms tighter around you when he felt your fear. He walked you to the side of the alleyway and watched the car pass.

“Let’s go get Jeongin his ice cream.” He holds out his hand. You take it and head in to the store feeling a high you only felt with either of your sort of boyfriends.

“What took you so long?” Jeongin asked not taking his eyes off of the screen in front of him. You glance over to see him and Seungmin are playing video games.

“Everyone wanted ice cream?” You shrug. Changbin chuckled and kisses your neck as he heads into the room dropping off each guys ice cream in front of them. You smiled to yourself. He could be the biggest child sometimes but he loved to take care of others.

You take a seat on the couch next to Jisung and rest your head on his shoulder. Jisung let’s his head fall on top of yours.

“Did you miss me?” He whispers. You smile and nod. You reach over to squeeze his thigh for reassurance when Changbin takes a seat next to you and pulls you towards him. You look at the two youngest sitting in front of you on the floor and wonder what they would think if they really knew.

You glanced at Changbin to your right and Jisung to your left. You let your hands rest on either of their legs. After thinking it over for the hundredth time, you leaned over to whisper to Jisung first and then Changbin. When it seemed they had understood what you said you stood up and headed toward the door. You waved at the younger boys who were too interested in their games to say goodbye.

“This must be serious if we had to wait the whole ride to even discuss what this is about!” Jisung took a seat on the couch and Changbin joined him. You sat on the coffee table in front of them.

“Are we breaking up?” Jisung’s eyes went wide. You were surprised to hear him say that and quickly shook your head.

“The thing is...” you looked between them, nerves on edge. “It’s been like four months.”

“Five.” Changbin corrected. “Next Thursday makes it seven for just us...” he said without blinking. You thought about it for a second and he was right.

“Hey, when did I just get thrown out here?” Jisung snapped.

“Shut up.” Changbin simply sat back and waited for you to continue. Jisung made a comment under his breath to Changbin and sat back as well.

“Oh-Uh. Well, I don’t know when you guys were planning on stopping this trial run? I mean we can’t keep this a secret for ever.”

“Trial run?” Jisung questioned.

“Yeah.” You shrugged.

“We sort of all agreed to try this out and keep it under wraps during that time.”

“Oh, yeah, I do remember that.” Jisung nods and looks at Changbin questioningly.

“Well, I don’t want to keep it a secret anymore.” You whined. Both Jisung and Changbin started to chuckle.

“What?” You were getting frustrated. “I don’t want to think this will end any moment because you guys are afraid of what people will think. I’m afraid too! But I care about you both.”

“Baby?” Changbin interjected.

“Hmm?” You hum through gritted teeth. They weren’t taking you seriously.

“Everyone already knows.” Changbin smiled at you.

“What?” You shrieked.

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Thank you for stopping by! I hope you enjoyed. See you next episode.

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bennyspengwing · 4 years

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One Fine Day

A/N: This is my first attempt at fan fiction in 5 years, it is also my first Henry Fic. I hope you like it.

Six months earlier *

It was November in Budapest. There was a bit of a chill in the air, I was visiting Henry as he was finishing up some work on the Witcher. I had gone back to the room to try and knock off the chill. Kal was cuddling with me on the couch as I was reading a book. His head soon turned its attention to the door, it meant someone or something was coming. He never missed a lick. Sure enough, it was Henry coming in, still in full Geralt gear from head to toe.

“Hmmm” I said looking at him as he towered over me. His 6’1 frame taking up my entire purview.

“Hey, that’s my line” he laughed cracking that million dollar grin that knocks me over every time and dropping a gentle kiss upon my forehead. He had put on a bit of bulk for this role, and I was not complaining in the least bit. It was especially endearing to his backside. I felt sorry for the girls in the wardrobe department. It seemed like those pants could barely contain that sweet ass.

“I think I have a coin or two to toss if you wanna shake that thing my way a little more, what say you Witcher” I insinuate with my eyes looking him up and down.

“Fuck” he growled, his eyes burning holes through me. “You are going to be the death of me some day Isabella” He leaned in for a deeper kiss. The frustration was obvious, he had to steady himself because he had to be back on set soon, and I had only kicked the hornets nest. He only used my whole name when I was in trouble. He turned on his heel and made a run for the door. I guess he had to get out while he still could or the wardrobe department was going to have some major malfunctions to repair. Not long after he left my phone buzzed, it was Joey.

Joey: What did you do to henry?

Bella: Im innocent…

Joey: *rolls eyes so hard he sees his brain* horses arse you are

Joey: I thought for a minute he was actually gonna stab someone with that sword!

Bella: Uh oh…

I tossed my phone beside me and gave Kal a disparaging look, “I’m in so much trouble buddy” I said giving him loving head rubs. He just gave a grunt.

Current day*

I’m sitting in front of the mirror thinking back on that night in Budapest. That was the night that Henry had proposed. I thought he was going to be so furious at the pent up frustration I had caused him, and after he came home that evening and us going out for a nice dinner, it ended with him declaring his true feelings. Him telling me how looking at me curled up happily with Kal on the sofa and just being there had showed him how much love he felt, and he just knew right then and there. I have been trying to plan as much as possible while he finished up filming and we decided to get married between his projects so we would have some time together.

Ever the perfect English gentleman he spent last night at his parents house, and I am a nervous wreck. My best friend flew in from the United States to be a bridesmaid along with Gal, and Amy, and being every on the forefront of things, I had Joey on my side because we were really close friends. I took a quick walk around to check everything out and make sure it was to my standards. I was a perfectionist. I almost broke down in tears at the sight of the cake. At the top were a little couple made to look like the two of us, and there was even a little copy of Kal holding watch beside his master, bowtie and all.

The time had come to walk down the aisle. The music was playing and I stood waiting for the doors to open to the bright future before me.

As the doors open I exhale, and I take a small step and look to my destination at the end of the aisle which seems to be stretching forever. Green eyes meet blue. He’s dressed in a black velvet tuxedo. My eyes water, and he chokes back his own tears. My big bear trying to hold back. He’s wearing the tuxedo that I told him he looked like a slice of cake in once on our wedding day, one point to you sir. I finally make the long walk and face him. I pass my flowers off and he takes my hands, his dwarfing my long thin pale ones. “You look like a princess” he grinned. One of those huge goofy grins he has when talking about his nerdy stuff.

“I guess that makes you my prince” I smiled.

After we exchanged vows and we faced the crowd for the first time as man and wife the happiness that exuded from him could not have shone brighter. For our first dance it was “Flightless Bird, American Mouth.” We floated across the dance floor like we were on air.

He loved the cake, he even gave Kal a tiny little bite because he was such a good boy. The night came to a close with us taking pictures, and this is where Henry would find his moment. He had met with the photographer and all the guys had gotten together to wear superhero t-shirts under their tuxedos. When she said go, they all ripped their shirts open, Henry was wearing a Superman one. The moment was priceless. Joey was the Flash. A perfectly timed moment to capture forever the moment that Lois Lane really got to marry Superman.

#henry cavill #fanfiction #henryxOFC

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jj-lynn21 · 4 years

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Ch 1: Assassination Nation Mark and X-reader

warnings: A dash of fluff. A dash of angst because certain things trigger Mark’s temper, but mostly just the main characters meeting. Remember he is needy, possessive and can be a real ass. But maybe you can deal with his flaws because he’s so hot?

@sweet-teekorbs @azzurraeamaranta @anastasiaskarsgard

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It’s the first weekend at The Old University. You met some girls in your dorm that in the long run you think will annoy you, but for now your just glad to have people to hangout with in this unknown new world. They are all chatty about what sorority they want to be in. One is a legacy for one, so she doesn’t expect to stay long in the dorm. They drag you to a mixer at one of the frat houses. Ok, you weren’t kicking and screaming not to go, but you didn’t think it was really your scene either.

You wear your red Sophia halter dress with neutral colored six-inch wedge heels and a black wallet sized purse that just fits your phone. The girls you came with are taking selfies all over the house in semi-lewd positions until the frat boys pretty much swarm. You roll your eyes and go grab a rum and coke from the bar the guys built in this huge place. As you sit on the couch you notice most people, even while kind of chatting with other are on there phones taking photos and posting update. It’s a fucking epidemic that people don’t even talk when they are face to face.

Then you see him walk into the party. A goofy smile on his face, bottle of corona in hand, exploding fist bumps with his friends. He is the tallest and hottest guy in here. You avert your eyes looking around the room some more while he scans the room. He sits down next you and your body tenses. He nods a hello. As you nod back, you picture an image of you just dry humping him on the couch as the loud music keeps playing and most of the crowd ignore you, pops into your mind. You turn away blushing. He probably couldn’t see you blushing in the low light of room but at that moment you couldn’t look at him.

He stands up and offers you his hand. You down your drink and put the empty glass on the table. You take his hand. He leads you to the staircase. You stop, giving a little tug he nods an ok. He looks around and nods to the door to outside. You nod yes. As soon as you get outside you can actually hear each other speak. You walk to the side of the house. Its very well lit and others are around so you feel pretty comfortable.

He says, “I’m Mark. I wasn’t trying to take you up stairs to fuck you like that. Just, we couldn’t talk in there with the loud music. Out here is cool.”

You say, “I’m (YN). Yeah, it is a bit loud in there to talk. I guess that’s why a lot of people are standing face to face conferring over text message.”

Mark says, “Well, that’s how I noticed you. You didn’t have your phone out taking pix of yourself or any of that shit. Its pretty toxic you know?”

Leaning back against the house looking in his beautiful green eyes you say, “Yeah, pretty toxic culture that just about everyone buys into.”

One of his hands palms on the wall next to your head. You glance over at how big it is and the length and thickness of each digit. You gulp looking back at him. His face gets closer to yours.

Mark says, “You don’t.”

Your lips graze. A flash of light goes off and Mark turn quickly to grab the phone out of his frat brother’s hand. He deletes the picture. Scourers the phones media feed deleting every account. Then he throws the phone back at him.

Anger cloaking his face Mark says, “Now you are nothing again fucker.” His look softens as he turns his attention on you again to say, “Sorry about that babe.”

Taking his face in your hands you say, “Its fine. It was only one picture.”

Mark says, “One picture can be the start to destroying a person or even a community.” He leans back against the wall saying, “Say that picture goes online and the whole college sees it. It doesn’t look like much. Just barely a kiss. The next thing you know the rumors start and I’m not touched but they have you looking like some whore. You’re not a whore, are you?”

You say, “If I was a whore I would have gone up to your bedroom.”

Mark says, “Say with one picture the rumor mill also had you fucking me in my bedroom all night. Its one thing when a person starts a verbal rumor. It’s a whole other can of worms when they have pictures to backup their claims. I’m sure your friends are going to regret a few things come Monday classes.”

You say, “I’m sure they are going to regret a few things by tomorrow morning.”

Mark leans over you again. As he moves in closer your heart jumps.

Mark says, “After I finish this kiss we started, how about I walk you back to your dorm. You’re a little tipsy from downing that drink. I don’t want you making any more bad decisions tonight.”

You just nod yes but think, what bad decision does he think you made tonight? That is washed away with the touch of his soft lips on yours. You let his tongue slide inside easily to mingle with yours playfully. Your toes curl as you feel his hand on the back of your neck. A finger bushing over your cheek softly.

#assassination nation #assassination nation fanfic #assassination nation mark #fanfic #fan fiction #bill skargård #bill skarsgard

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shawnsvalentine · 5 years

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business + pleasure : two

prologue - part one

description: shawn’s always been into older women but sloan is the exception that drives him wild

warnings: language, slight sexual content, a little angsty

word count: [2.4k]

author’s note: this is kind of irrelevant to this particular chapter but i just wanted to point out that my friend @cocoashawn came up with the name for this series! it was gonna be named after the song that semi-inspired it but she suggested “business and pleasure” when i sent her a lil snippet so here we are! also think i’m gonna stop adding chapter pictures

Focusing on Shawn’s soft and supple lips had completely slipped Sloan’s mind on the walk back to her place. Her heart was beating so fast that she was sure it was going to rip open through chest. It felt like a twisted sign, being so careful around the office for as long as they had been, just for one of her nosiest coworkers to catch her in public with who was supposed to be their boss’s boyfriend. She wanted to shrivel up and cry, scream out in utter frustration at how things never went her way, but she didn’t: she didn’t need to burden Shawn with her emotional theatrics.

All that could be heard was the clicking of her heels against the pavement as she kicked it into high gear, speed walking as her cozy brownstone came into view. “Sloan, please, slow down. I’m sorry, I had no idea Kimmy would be there. The last thing I wanna do is shake the table.” She ignored him, reaching into her purse to grab her keys, kissing her teeth as they fell from her grasp and she had to pick them up. She just wanted the night to end already. “Sloan, stop.”

“Why, Shawn? So you can tell me it’s not that big of a deal? That you’ll fix it? Cassandra’s gonna destroy me.”

“I know Kimmy’s a pain in the ass, but do you really think she’s just gonna tell your private business? It’s not even like she caught us doing anything but walking.” He reached out to grasp her shoulder as he caught up to her on her steps.

“Don’t,” She shrugged his hand off, trying to ignore the slightest tingle that his touch left behind. “It doesn’t matter. She saw something and she’s gonna run with it.”

Sloan started to pull open the screen door and Shawn shut it with a quickness, his hand against the glass boxing her into the small space between it and him. “Look at me.” She turned around reluctantly, tipping her neck up to look him in his eyes. “I like you, alright? And every second we spend together I can’t for the life of me think of the reason I decided to pursue Cassandra instead of just leaving well enough alone. I promise you that as soon as we’re in the clear, this nightmare will be all over.”

“You can’t promise that. I might go into work tomorrow with my desk packed up.”

“You won’t. And if you do, I’ll be right by your side in the search for a new job,” His hands brushed against hers as he brought them up to her cheeks, thumbs soothing her cheekbones as her eyes lulled at the comforting feeling. “I’m not letting you go that easily.”

She already knew what was coming next, and she had absolutely no wish to stop it. His eyes flickering between hers and her lips, the space between them slowly dissipating as he leaned in, giving her ample amount of time to duck away if she wanted to. Sloan finally swooped in to meet his lips, tender as she tested the waters. Her whole body was on fire as she wrapped her arms around his torso, dragging him in impossibly closer as his tongue slipped across her lip, moving on to dip into her mouth. A shaky sigh slipped from her mouth into his and he reveled in it, snaking his palms down to her neck as she sunk her teeth into his lower lip. He pulled back from her in a daze, lips pulled into a goofy smile. “Your lips are gonna drive me fuckin’ wild.”

Sloan had been downing coffee since she got to the office at eight fifty-six, nervously checking her phone to see an email from corporate telling her to get the hell out. Cassandra wasn’t in yet and she was always the first one in: it made Sloan that much more tense. Her night with Shawn had gone a bit further than she planned on after seeing Kimmy at the restaurant, and she knew that the deeper she dove in with Shawn the harder it would be to contain, but she loved every minute of it. The heavy petting and missing shirts, hair in complete and utter disarray. She had to cut things off the minute his hand crept past the waistband of her panties, practically shoving him across the room with all the strength she could muster up. “We have to take this much slower, Shawn. Like, molasses slow.” It was the exact opposite of what she really wanted to do, needless to say, but she had to stand her ground. He left with a kiss to the top of her head and a very obvious— Sloan approved— outline in his pants.

As amazing as it was, it still wasn’t enough to fully distract her from the unmistakable click of Cassandra’s heels as she approached her office. Sloan swore that all the air had been knocked from her lungs at the sight of her, just as rigid as ever as she walked to the door of her office, pausing briefly so she could address Sloan. “Miss Spelman, can I speak with you in my office?”

Her blood ran cold, face losing its color as she stood from her chair. She knew exactly where this conversation was going and she’d been dreading it for the past ten hours straight. If she had a choice, she would’ve made a run for the elevator to avoid the inevitable interrogation. She could hear her heartbeat echoing in her ears, and it was the most terrifying sound— and feeling— that she’d ever had in her place of work. (Or anywhere else, for that matter)

Cassandra took her sweet time after locking the door behind Sloan, motioning for her assistant to sit while she got settled in for the day. Bag hung, coat laid out on the couch, accounts logged into. She even answered a few emails before turning her attention to Sloan. She knew that the younger girl was sweating out her anxiety surrounding the anticipation and she was basking in it. “I know about you and Shawn.”

She took a deep breath. “Kimmy told you?”

“Even before she left me two voicemails and bombarded me with it while bringing me coffee this morning… I knew. He spends too much time at your desk for you to be anything but a home-wrecker,” Sloan bit her tongue against defending herself, swallowing her pride even though she wanted to tell her off. “I just want to get one thing clear here: whatever you and Shawn were doing is over. I’ve given up too much in my life to let another bright eyed and spread legged girl like you to take what I deserve.”

Sloan gulped, “I broke things off with him last night. I’m sorry for ever messing with him.”

“And just in case in you didn’t, I want to stress the consequences of not doing so. Not only will you lose your job here, but I’ll make sure that the name Sloan Spelman is synonymous with everything an employer despises. I’ll blackball you so hard that you’ll be lucky if you can get a job working at a Macy’s in Kentucky.” Sloan felt like crying with every word her boss spat at her. She knew it would be bad but not life-ruining bad. Not over a guy.

She got up to leave, stopping as she gathered the courage to mutter back, “I didn’t know he meant that much to you.”

“He makes me feel alive again.”

Sloan excused herself from the office for real this time, trying to ignore the prickling feeling all over her face as air seemed to escape her lungs. She didn’t want to cry and be melodramatic even though that was exactly what she was feeling.

Sloan: We can’t do this anymore.

Shawn: What? I thought everything was fine last night?

I didn’t think slow meant stop

Sloan: I can’t talk about it. Just know we’re over.

Shawn: Sloan what the hell are you talking about?

(5 Missed calls from Shawn)

She couldn’t bring herself to talk to him, not when she knew she’d just end up crying frustrated tears and she had a Fairytale shoot to start planning for next month. Diving head first into work was going to be the only thing to keep her from spiraling into a pity party for at least the next few hours— the only problem was that it wasn’t working given her surroundings. She knew that Cassandra wouldn’t be checking for her anyway after her little smackdown, so she slipped away from her responsibilities and into the coffee shoppe in the lobby of the building. This was a problem only ranting to Alicia could fix.

Sloan called her best friend as fast as her fingers could manage, knowing she took the morning off for a doctor’s appointment. It was a longer phone call than she thought it would be, breaking down the date and her thotivities, all the way to just a half hour before with her boss threatening her very career. It was fairly one sided, just Sloan getting it all off of her chest while trying to make sense of it all but it helped. And Alicia was happy to oblige.

“I know I messed up by getting involved with him in the first place, but this? I couldn’t have seen this coming.” She looked up toward the entrance doors out of habit, her jaw dropping as she saw him storming into the lobby. The anger was written all over his face but she couldn’t tell what he had to be mad at. A few unanswered calls during her work day wasn’t grounds for the steam tumbling out of his nose. “I-I gotta go, I’ll call you later.” He didn’t even approach her, instead heading right into the unoccupied boardroom around the corner. She scrambled to get up and grab her coffee, following his path as quickly as her legs could carry her. He was absolutely fuming, slamming the door shut behind her and locking it before pacing around the table and chairs.

“Are you kidding me? Dropping something like that on me and then not answering your phone? Do you know—”

She put a stop to him immediately, setting down her things and holding up her hands to silence him. “First of all, who the hell do you think you are storming into my place of work like this to yell at me?”

“You had me worried sick, Sloan. Sorry if it didn’t bode well with me.”

Sloan scoffed at him, “You should be sorry! My job is in jeopardy all because you couldn’t keep your hands off of me.”

He rolled his eyes as his hand slotted through his waves. “Don’t act like it wasn’t mutual.” It wasn’t that he was wrong, it was just that she was aggravated. He was the reason she was stuck in this mess and it was driving her to insanity. It was just instinctual to project it on someone else.

“She gave me an ultimatum. A career in fashion, or you.”

His face fell as realization washed over him that she wasn’t joking. “That’s… that’s not legal.”

“Doesn’t matter. We’re done.”

His eyes went wide, head shaking like he was twitching. “Wait wait wait wait—“

“We don’t even know each other all that well, you’ll get over it in a week tops.” She picked up her laptop and coffee with a more aggression than she intended to, heading toward the door to get the hell out of there.

“Stop it, Sloan. Just wait a second, dammit.” His hand found her wrist just before she clicked the lock, tugging her back so she’d take the hint to turn around. “I really like you, I don’t wanna stop seeing you just because your boss is trying to bully you into leaving me alone.”

Sloan let her head fall back against the door, fighting the urge to kiss his stupid, pillowy lips. “I really like you, too, but I’m not giving up my career for you. Especially not after knowing you for all of two seconds.”

“What if we’re super careful? No more outings like last night. We’ll remain as low key as possible.”

“Shawn, that’s a lot to ask of someone you’ve taken out on one date.” She pressed her hands against his chest to push him back, but he wouldn’t budge. “It’s just not worth it.”

“Oh, it’s not?” He cocked an eyebrow, tilting his head as he challenged her the back and forth he knew she wouldn’t accept. “You sure about that?”

His lips were on hers before she could even think about replying, the sweet mint of the gum he’d chewed on the way over reeling her in the accept the deep kiss. It was almost better than the one they shared outside of her apartment, if that was possible, his lips electrifying in every sense of the word. She knew that given their physical setting she should probably push him away, going back to communicating with words, but it felt too damn good. His hands snaking down to rest on her ass, giving it a tempting squeeze as she gasped into his mouth. He made her crave more even when she knew better. “We really should—” Kiss, “just call it—” Kiss, “quits.”

“Yeah, but where’s the fun it that?” He left one more chaste kiss against her lips before resting his forehead on hers. “Come over tonight. We can order in or I’ll cook for you, whatever you want. Just don’t give up so soon. Please.” Shawn interlaced their fingers together, a move that normally would’ve felt a bit too intimate at this early stage, but it felt right to him.

“This seems to be a trend with us: you begging me for one shot and me agreeing begrudgingly.”

“So you agree? My place at seven?

Sloan rolled her eyes, sighing dramatically as she gave into her more primal desires. “Fine. Text me the address, rich boy.”

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trixcuomo · 4 years

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4. Slay Dalaran City Clinic

((Part four of the craziest Kael’thas fangirl story I intend to write! Get ready for the ultimate Trixany-Gaga parody... 10 min read, 18+ for sexual themes.))

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When I look back on my life in Outland, it’s not that I don’t want to see things with Kael’thas exactly as they happened. It’s just that I prefer to see them in a happier way. And you know, the way that the new me, the carefree Kaja-Cola Girl I had to become might experience these things is more honest because my better self invented it.

Clinical psylosophy, if you ask that Forsaken guy near Durnholde Keep, tells us that trauma is the ultimate killer. My people faced extinction. We lost our king, our way of life was nearly obliterated. And in a mad attempt to recover it all on his own, we ultimately lost our beloved Prince Kael’thas.

And then the Void Elves… To me, it still feels we might lose ourselves forever.

It’s like my life in Quel’thalas, today, is this broken mirror. And as the owner of that mirror, I’ve tried to fit the pieces back together. Make it perfect, clear again. But I can still see the crack in that mother fucker’s reflection.

It’s not that, ‘Trixany, by becoming a Kaja-Cola Girl, and a parody singer—which sounds so spectacularly weird in a way—and then getting high in Pandaria with a succubus to re-live moments with Kael’thas, when you’re supposed to be a righteous Blood Knight and follower of the Light… you’ve been so dishonest.’

No. It’s just that Blood Knight Trixany Cuomo loathes her reality.

For example, the Dalaran nurses here at the clinic? To me, they all have these super short, fashionable skirts on, with their tops open to the navel. And every one of them looks like Kael’thas Sunstrider.

And Kael’s shoes?

I’ve always wanted him to show off those legs, so he’s in white platform stilettoes.

I know what kind of world this is, I don’t care. I’m not talkin’ bout the weapon.

I tipped all the Kael’thas nurses’ hats to the side, because I need this to feel like another delicious, dirty dream. Like the one in back Pandaria…

And also because that’s more romantic, better than being admitted to the Dalaran City Clinic by a Night Elf stranger who found me hallucinating alone in the woods.

I also think people making cute meme fanart of Kael’thas will be very big in the next expansion.

Check out that Kael’thas nurse on the right, the one opening the door for my stretcher to go through. He’s got a great ass.

…Bam.

The truth is, back in the Ghostlands, when I mistook that Night Elf Dannox for Kael’thas because Dannox was standing in a sunbeam, and then he groped me? I came out of it, at least I think that I did, then I mauled Dannox like a she-bear. Bit right into his arm with my teeth, like the civilized, highly-trained fighter for the Light that I am.

Oh, there Dannox is now. He’s following the team of Kael nurses as they wheel me into the intensive care ward. Poor baby, whatever I did to his arm, he’s got it in a sling now.

And that Kel’thas nurse on the left? I asked him to order me some fel crystals mixed into a tall, icy glass of Kaja-Cola a couple of hours ago.

They only gave me the Kaja-Cola.

I wish that, back at Tempest Keep, they’d only given Kael’thas the Kaja-Cola.

Oh, here’s the head nurse. Looks like I know him pretty well already.

“Hi again, Kael’thas. You look lovely in that. The gold phoenix stethoscope was a nice touch.”

“I know. I’m a little scared, but then again I do look damned good, don’t I?” I watched him look down over the hot little outfit, “I’m such a clotheshorse too, Trix. I can’t believe slutty women’s fashion is a new thing for me.”

“Mhrm. You should let me dress you in my hallucinations more often.”

“Well, in any case,” He very deliberately and professionally removed my hand from his leg, “Good morning, Bloodthistle princess. How are you feeling?”

“Pretty horny.” Well, that was far more deadpan and threatening than I intended.

“Uh-huh. And anything other than the obvious?” Nurse-daddy Kael’thas did let me reach up and play at twining his long blonde hair in my weakling fingers. He smiled pleasantly at my devoted effort to flirt, even now. Then he went on checking the equipment, magical meters and tubing by my bed. I enjoyed watching him bend over to do all this for me, “Everything went really well, Trixany. You survived the Ghostlands with that Night Elf. Then, you survived Tempest Keep with me.”

“Isn’t that… somehow out of order?”

“Look at you. I remember back when they first assigned you to be my body guard at Tempest Keep. And you saluted me.”

I suddenly felt like screaming at him. Small miracle that I didn’t. I felt like I was out of my body already, with rage, with pain. I was losing control of even sweet this…

“And do you remember what you said to me back then? Trixany?”

“My life for my prince… Except my prince was supposed to be a great man. Back then, I thought my zealotry was warranted.”

“I did what I had to do. You were a Sunfury, you knew that.”

“Kael’thas, you lied to all of us.” Then, in a spark of anger, I don’t know how, I finally found the strength to lunge at him. But two more duplicates of Nurse Kael’thas held me, slammed me down. He then gestured, and a fourth blonde princely nurse strutted up with a syringe. All sharing his wicked, wonderful crooked grin. I kicked out, kicked over a silver tray by my cot. Dannox staggered back, cradling his arm. Twisted silver implements I’d never seen in Silvermoon, nor in all my life fell to the floor, scattered.

But Nurse Kael’thas came in and injected something clear blue into my arm. I slowed. I eased off.

I heard Kael’thas speak with Dannox, while the fifth clone of this crazed, resurrected Bloodmage had a clipboard, taking notes. A dull magical hum swelled in the room.

“Her heart rate is a little low. But that’s Miss Cuomo coming off the Bloodthistle…” Dannox nodded as if this was totally usual, for Kael’thas in heels, a slinky miniskirt, buff chest exposed and accented by a hanging gold stethoscope to be providing medical advice. “She’s just dehydrated now. A few more hours of rest here in the clinic should help.”

Dannox seemed sincerely worried. I assumed he’d dragged me way out to Dalaran out of guilt, or for fear of a bunch of angry Farstriders hunting him down. At least then, he could say he tried and he’d be in neutral territory. “Thank you, nurse. And thank Elune that Trixany didn’t—”

I spoke over them both, “I’m… I’m going to make it?”

Kael’thas smiled handsomely, and he had a dimple just there on his cheek, “Plenty of fluids. And no more Bloodthistle.”

Dannox asked Kael’thas more questions. A part of my brain waited for Dannox to reach around and grope Kael’thas too, while the Blood Elf prince was distracted. I mean, that’s what Dannox did to me, it’s what started this damn mess. But Dannox was trying to negotiate getting me out of there sooner, something about me being a big name, and discretion.

I couldn’t stand it. A part of me had dwindled away, I think. My voice raised like a little kid, who doesn’t know how loud they’re being, because they’re so panicked, because what’s in their imagination is far more important than what the big adults think. “I’m going to be a star, Kael’thas. Do you know why?”

He gave me a tender, patient look. As if he’d never slaughtered thousands and turned to the Burning Legion, or had ever ordered me to collude with him and other Sunfury soldiers to do the same.

“…Because after what they did to our people, Kael’thas. I have nothing left.”

“Aww, Punkin. That’s so nice.” Hair flip there, that put him back to being as callous as I remembered, “Do you need anything else?”

My breathing slowed against my will. Whatever they gave me was kicking in, surely. “I… I want my real life back? I want you back, Kael’thas.”

As always, in nearly everything, which was tragic—Kael’thas proved astute. “Is that why you sing?”

No. I think it was Dannox who asked, this time. Suddenly, it was just the big Night Elf standing by my cot. The nurses had departed to assist other patients in the large ward.

I confided, voice gravelly, “Either that or I’d be crying all the time.” My head lolled to the side, so that I could only see the wall, not him, not anyone else in the gray, gray clinic, “But I see tears as so last season.”

Dannox sat down in the metal chair beside my bed. He was heavy and strong. The metal screeched on the floor when his athletic body budged it. I peeked back his way. Dannox spread his feet on the floor and leaned elbows on his knees. I watched Dannox feel his hurt arm in the sling. Then he weaved his fingers together and squeezed his hands anxiously. He was wiped out. Me and my antics had done all this to him.

I have some goofy instincts, I guess. I presumed getting him to crack a smile might make up for all he endured on my behalf. “Everyone in here looks like Kael’thas in a miniskirt, Dannox.”

His abrupt laugh stirred a few people in the beds around us. “Well, that’s alright. Coming to the Dal City Clinic is always pretty fun for me too, in an um... similar way.”

I think we were both checking out the nurses before I drifted back to sleep.

-fin-

((Please. I please have a request for the Kael’thas stans and the art community on Tumblr here please. Please! Someone draw me a sexy Kael’thas in a female nurse’s outfit. I wanted one for this post but could not find please.

And when you do, please tag it with #slay trixany so we can all bask in its glory. Thx!))

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jichew · 5 years

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college!hyunsuk au♡part two

a/n: the long awaited part two is here!! thank you all again for the love on part one :((( idk how to make links so you if you haven’t read that, just go through my ygtb imagine tag to find that. I thought this was much needed considering all the hate suk is getting lately :/ feel free to leave any questions/asks/comments in my inbox! mwah ♡

so it’s been a while since the night of the party

first things first, mina and gon are a couple nowヽ(*＾ω＾*)ﾉ

you really never thought you could see any of your friends in a romantic relationship but these two go so well together uwu

they’re kind of like the resident mom and dad couple

and because of that, your two friend groups have officially been adopted by them!!

and at first you were lowkey scared of his friends ,,, esp seunghun

but when you found out he’s actually just a puppy in a buff man’s body , shit got LIT

idk what i meant by lit, it just seemed to fit

anyway

so you guys basically hang out every day, usually congregating at the boy’s place bc they’re sophomores and have their own apartment

and u and hyunsuk are basically besties now

now,,, you can’t deny you were very attracted to him before

lol don’t tell anyone but u still kinda are(๑>◡<๑)

but you just assumed it was surface level and decided he was better as a best friend anyway

so basically you guys found out you share a bunch of the same classes

and now you guys walk to all ur classes together!!!

and suk brings u iced coffee in the morning

and walks you back to your dorm at night

and sometimes you guys hold hands

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

you’re also his calculus tutor now

and in return he buys you food!!

usually that would be a pretty good tradeoff but tutoring hyunsuk is so,,,hard

“so can you complete this problem using integration by parts?”

“if you give me a kiss on the cheek, yes”

(O_O)

this man is really after your heart isn’t he

hyunsuk flirting with you is kind of a common occurence

“fuck you suk”

“fuck me yourself you coward”

(´⊙ω⊙`)

anyway,,,,,

usually it’s just harmless pickup lines

but sometimes,,,, you’ll be doing homework or listening to lecture, and he’ll just stare at you

“what r u looking at”

“how pretty you look today”

HOW DARE HE

＼＼\٩(๑`^´๑)۶//／／

and you can’t help how your heart flutters when that happens

but also, you have to force yourself to snap out of it bc this is hyunsuk we’re talking about :///

he’s just so ,,, out of your league

not only that, but you were sure he had this flirty nature around everyone

and even if he did magically end up liking you, you didn’t want to risk losing him as a friend

(◞‸◟)

sad hours: activated

so it’s been a few weeks and the guys decided to throw a party before everyone left for thanksgiving break

obviously the whole gang™ is invited

tonight,,, you are NOT drinking

bc you are a responsible individual who has decided to be the designated driver for the night

＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／

but some other people have different plans

right as you guys walk in the door, your eyes are immediately drawn to hyunsuk

perhaps it’s because he looks so completely ethereal with the top few buttons of his dress shirt undone, smile glowing under the dim lights of the living room

or perhaps its because he’s taking shots like there’s no tomorrow

hhnnggggg

and your inner mom is just like

“HYUNSUK NO”

“HYUNSUK YES”

and then he downs his fifth shot of the night

so now you’re hyunsuk’s babysitter for the night

y/n, you really outdid yourself

so after maybe two hours of smacking solo cups out of suk’s hand and watching him try to wall twerk to eyes noes lips,,,

he’s FINALLY gotten tired

\( ˆoˆ )/

so now you guys are just chilling in the living room

most people have left so its just the og gang

and hyunsuk’s just laying on the sofa with his head in your lap

(^-^)

and normally you would find that cute, but you’re still kind of mad at him for getting so drunk

＼＼\٩(๑`^´๑)۶//／／

but you can’t help yourself from playing with his hair bc you’re whipped lol

anyway,,,you’re kind of zoned out of the conversation and you’re pretty sure hyunsuk is falling asleep

until you feel his hand grab yours while it’s still in his hair

which kind of brings u back to reality

and u look down at suk

and he’s just looking up at you with his eyes all crinkly and a goofy smile on his face

and he’s just like

“y/n you’re so pretty” (´∀｀)

and you’re kinda like (^.^) but also ur like

“lol suk ur drunk”

and then he’s like

“NO”

and suddenly he’s sitting up and hugging you super tight, his face buried into your chest

at first your like (o_o)

because this is hyunsuk and his face is literally in your boobs hhngg

finally you snap out of it and you’re like

“THATS IT, IM TAKING YOU TO BED”

and suddenly everyone’s just looking at you two like

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

and you’re like

(・・?)

and you realize hyunsuk still has his face in your boobs

and suddenly he properly sits up

and brings his face really close to yours

and you’re just frozen like (°_°)

but you can’t help but notice how soft his lips look right now

and the way he’s staring at you, you just know he knows the effect he has on you

and you’re wondering how socially acceptable it would be if you just closed the distance with your lips

and you suddenly realize how frantically your heart is beating

“you want to take me to bed?” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

this HOE

FINALLY u snap out of it

“t-that’s not what i meanthhbbdjnj”

and you’re just stumbling over ur words

and suk has that drunk dopey smile on his face again

and everyone’s still looking at u two like ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

and you just take his hand and drag his short ass up the stairs and make him lay in his bed

“i love a woman who’s domineering in the bedroom” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“shut the FUCK up” (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾

but once suk is finally tucked in his bed

he calms down

and as ur about to leave

he grabs ur wrist quickly

and u weren’t expecting it so you kind of stumble on to him

and you guys are really close in proximity again

and he whispers in a soft voice

“y/n, you know i like you right?”

you can’t lie that your heart stutters for a second

but you smell the alcohol in his breath

so you heave a sigh

and gently kiss his forehead

“sweet dreams hyunsuk”

and you leave the room

uhhh so like fast forward two days to the monday after the party

you,,,, have kinda been ignoring everyone

ESPECIALLY hyunsuk

you’re just so

hnbbggggghhhhhdhhdhbdh

＼＼\٩(๑`^´๑)۶//／／

so here’s the thing

you like hyunsuk

you KNOW you like hyunsuk

you’ve basically admitted it to yourself that your head over heels for him

and you KNOW he doesn’t feel the same for you

but the way he acted with at the party the other day made you think different

and you’re so CONFLICTED

i mean he was drunk????

if he actually liked you, wouldn’t he act that way when he WASN’T drunk?

and it just makes you sad more than anything

so you stay in your dorm all day

and you ignore suk’s calls

because he’s been calling you since the next morning

but you can’t bring yourself to hear his voice, let alone TALK to him

and you know there’s no way he can get to you bc you’re in your dorm all day

until you hear a knock on your door

and you look through the peephole and see mina

and you’re debating opening the door or not bc you really look and feel a mess and you’re just sad and embarrassed

“I KNOW YOU’RE THERE OPEN THE DOOR OR I’ll KICK IT DOWN MYSELF”

and you lowkey believe her

so you open the door

and you look at her

and she looks at you

and then you just start SOBBING

as if you weren’t already a mess, you’re even MORE of a mess now

so mina has closed the door and guided you to your bed

and she’s just letting you cry, patting your back and whispering comforting words

and when you finally calm down

you look up at her, tear tracks marking your cheeks, your nose red and runny

“mina, i really like him” (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

“i know”

...and you’re sobbing again

and then when you calm down again you’re like

“i don’t even know why i like him!! like sure he’s good looking and sure he has great fashion sense and sure he’s nice and cares about me and takes care of me and ...”

...surprise! you’re sobbing again

and mina just lets it happen

she knows you’re going through it

and when you’re finally out of tears

she looks at you and she’s like

“it’s ok to like him. it’s ok to like a guy. so what if he may not like you back? not that that’s true, but you never know until you try! and if he doesn’t, so what? you know your worth! and you are worth so much! don’t let a guy stop you from living your life, because you are so much more than that.”

mina for president 2020

and you look up at her

(´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

you’re so lucky to have her as a friend hhnng

so you’re feeling better now

and you skipped your classes on monday, because you were still getting it together

and you didn’t have any classes with suk on tuesday

and you think he knows you just need your space

bc he’s stopped calling you

but he’s still texting you

and you may have checked them and you may have squealed bc he called you babe

anyway

it’s wednesday

you know what that means

it has come full circle... the dreaded 9 am chem lecture

so you leave your dorm extra early

because you know you need the time

and you get to your class at 8:50

and right as you’re about to enter the building, you feel a hand grab your wrist

and by now, you know who it is

so you let him lead you a little away from the building where no one was

and he finally turns around and looks at you

and you can’t find it in yourself to look him in the eye

so you just look down at his hand that is still holding onto yours

and you gently pry his fingers from around your wrist

and you let your arms rest at your sides

“y/n....why have you been ignoring me”

you already feel tears coming on

but you bring your hands together in front of you, still staring at the ground

“it was only three days” you mumble

and he’s quiet for a sec

“i missed you”

lol ur rlly whipped and you know it

you finally look up at him

and he just has the most devastated look on his face

and you can’t tell if it’s the glare from the sun, but his eyes look watery

and he his lips are pouted

and he just looks like a kicked puppy

and everything in you is just SCREAMING to hug him and apologize and tell him everything will be ok

but,,,,you have to do this ... for yourself and mina ＼＼\٩(๑`^´๑)۶//／／

so you take a deep breath and look him in the eye

it takes a while for you to formulate words but

“why do you always flirt with me like that?”

“wha-“

“when you know i like you, why would you play with my feelings like that? i thought you had some respect for me, but it’s so degrading when you lead me on just to reject me later! this isn’t some game suk...”

you finally take some time to breathe and take a look at him

and his face is just blank

and his mouth is kind of open

and he’s staring at you ~like that~

and you’re about to snap at him again

but then he opens his mouth to say something

“...you like me?”

you’re kinda confused

“obviously, you know this already???”

he just stares at you for a little longer

and he kind of looks like he’s about to cry again

“...no i didn’t”

uhhh huh

now you’re the one who’s speechless

he takes a little step closer to you

your heart is starting to beat really fast again

“you know i only every flirt with you right....and it’s not because i think it’s funny, well i mean it is kinda funny -“

you: ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

suk: ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

“anyway.... i only ever flirt with you... because i like you too”

he kind of whispered the last part

but you heard it

and you’re looking at the ground but you can’t help the smile growing on your face

so you just close the gap and hug him

and he’s kind of unresponsive at first

but he lets his arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer to him, his head falling into your hair

and you can’t see his face but you know he’s smiling bc u are too

you lean back a bit to look at him

and you notice the way his eyes keep flickering between your eyes and lips

and as much as you would love to kiss his pouty lips, you have to put ur foot down

“NOT IN THIS HOUSEHOLD WE ARE LATE FOR CHEM LECTURE”

and that’s the beginning of a beautiful relationship

･:*+.\(( °ω° ))/.:+

#ygtb #yg treasure box #ygtb scenario #ygtb imagine #yg treasure box scenario #yg treasure box imagine #choi hyunsuk #choi hyunsuk imagine #hyunsuk #hyunsuk imagine #ygtb imagines #ygtb scenarios

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hazyheel · 5 years

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Best of the Super Juniors 2019 Day 6 Review

First up was Rocky Romero vs. Ren Narita, both at 0 points. The two started with some standard grappling. Narita was definitely holding his own in this match, but Rocky then introduced strikes into the mix. Rocky worked over Narita’s arm during the match, softening him up for the armbar. Interestingly enough, Rocky was not working the injured arm, showing that he is still avoiding the sneaky style. There was one roleup in particular that was really close, where Narita countered Rocky’s roleup and nearly got the win. Once again, Narita was only able to get a release belly to belly suplex rather than the bridge that normally gets him a win, so Rocky kicked out. Rocky was eventually able to get the full extension on the armbar, and Narita had to submit. Romero: 2, Narita: 0.

After the match, Rocky pulled Narita to his feet by the hair and slapped him, because of the disrespect that Narita showed him during the preview tag match. He offered his hand for a handshake, but Narita again slapped it away.

Grade: B-. Fine match, good showing for Narita. I think they worked really well together, and in the future they could have a good match. I think that they could have a much better match when Narita really develops his own style. Happy to see Rocky finally get on the board.

Then we had Bandido vs. DOUKi, which has some history. Apparently the two know each other, as Bandido helped Douki get settled in Mexico when he first got to the country. Adds an extra dimension. Douki tried to start before the bell, but Bandido intercepted him by throwing his jacket at him and nailed a kick to the face followed by a crazy suicide dive. Douki was trash talking the entire time, but it was in either Spanish or Japanese so I don’t know what he was saying. The match really picked up when Bandido was in control, gaining a much faster pace. Bandido knew every move that Douki would make before he did it, and they really tore into each other with stiff Lucha offense. Douki nearly got the win with a necktie choke, but Bandido was able to get to the ropes. Bandido locked in a submission of his own, a crossarmbar with a head trap. It looked super cool, but Douki was able to fight out. At one point, Douki went for the suplex de la luna, but Bandido reversed into a almost a spike rollup for a near fall. Bandido then hit a go to sleep, followed by the 21 plex to get his first win of the tournament. Bandido: 2, Douki: 2.

Grade: B+. I think this was both guys best match yet. Finally Bandido was allowed to go fast, and that he did. The two understood each other’s moves, and they really went to town on each other. I don’t know if it will end as their best, especially for Bandido, but I really enjoyed this. And Bandido finally won!

Into a BULLET CLUB civil war, Robbie Eagles took on El Phantasmo in a match I was definitely looking forward to. The two gave each other a handshake to start it out, which is cool to see. They went to too sweet, but Phantasmo broke it up by attacking his teammate. Eagles had the speed advantage while Phantasmo had the strength. Phantasmo even went for Kevin Kelly, and when Eagles tried to convince him to bring it back in the ring, Phantasmo shoved him into the ringpost. When the two actually went into the ring, they wrestled really well, floating from one high flying move to the next. During Phantasmo’s spot where he stomps on the crotch on his opponent in the tree of woe, Eagles was able to deliver a german off the top rope. Love spots like that. The two went back and forth with high octane moves and counters, with one of my favorites being Eagles avoiding a moonsault, and then hitting a reverse rana for a near fall. The finish came when Phantasmo pulled Eagles’ bandana over his eyes, and then he nailed him with a superkick and greetings from chasewood park for the win. Phantasmo: 6, Eagles: 4.

After the match, Eagles yelled at his teammate, but they hit the too sweet and moved on. Phantasmo is much more of a heel.

Grade: B. Good match, not quite as dramatic as I thought it would be. It was kinda jokey in the beginning, but I think it really developed Phantasmo’s character. Phantasmo was kinda outclassed by Eagles, as shown in the beginning, so he cheated. He wants to win more than anything, and he is fine with being a total dick about it. They had a lot of good intereactions, but focused a little too much on talking during the match. I still liked it, and it was a good build to the match against Ospreay on Wednesday.

And another conflict in a faction, Will Ospreay took on YOH for Chaos supremacy. They shook hands in the beginning, and the crowd was actually pretty split between the two, which delighted them. Ospreay showed his strength advantage early on. Yoh had to target the legs because of the large size advantage from Ospreay. This, of course, meant that Yoh locked in the figure four, a classic way to assault the knee. At one point, Ospreay went for his classic backflip off of the opponent, but he collapsed when he landed, allowing Yoh to lock in a calf crusher. Yoh went for a superplex, but Ospreay slipped out and hit cheeky nandos. He then went to the top rope for a shooting star press, but Yoh rolled away. Ospreay landed on his feet and just collapsed, allowing for Yoh to lock in the calf crusher once again for a tense sequence that really felt like Ospreay would tap. Yoh continued to work Ospreay’s knee, and at one point went for a dragon screw leg whip, but Ospreay blocked it and hit a double stomp. Yoh was able to hit the dragon suplex, but he released it to send Ospreay into the turnbuckle. He then went for the move proper, but Ospreay flipped out of it, and hit a roundhouse and superkick, Yoh hit a knee lift, and then Ospreay hit a spanish fly for a near fall. He then picked Yoh up for a Stormbreaker. Ospreay: 6, Yoh: 2.

Grade: A-. Phenomenal. I loved these guys going at it. They have only improved since last year. I loved the knee work throughout the match and how much Ospreay had to work through it. Yoh seemed like he would win several times, and really went blow for blow with the much bigger star. This was great, and I think Yoh has big things in his future. Match of the night.

And in the main event, Ryusuke Taguchi vs. BUSHI. Taguchi started out with his goofy gimmick, and it was quite funny to finally get that out of a Taguchi match. At one point, he was Irish Whipped into the ropes, and he ran for probably a minute because Bushi just didn’t do anything. Eventually he hit a drop toehold and a dropkick on a slow moving Taguchi. Taguchi fought back and was able to hit a Kokeshi, but then Bushi started to work the ass, starting with several chair shots. That was a central focus during the match, as well as an odd “T” chant that Taguchi encouraged. Bushi worked hard to be able to hit his spike DDT on the apron, which Taguchi was desperately trying to avoid. At one point when Bushi went for his rewind kick, Taguchi just grabbed the ankle and locked in an ankle lock, for a sequence that ended in a ref bump. Bushi faked the mist and Taguchi ducked, so he got him on the way up, as well as a rewind kick. Taguchi still managed to avoid the MX though, then hitting a jumping ensiguri. Bushi went for a dropkick and Taguchi picked the ankle for a quick ankle lock, a dodon for a near fall, and then more agony in the ankle lock for the submission victory. Taguchi: 6, Bushi: 0.

Grade: B+. Good match with a lot of good comedy, and a fun closing stretch. Bushi worked really well with Taguchi, playing a no fun heel, while also holding his own in pure wrestling. This was a really good blend of comedy and action, with each understanding how the other’s style works. This was a very good main event. While not the best on the card, it was certainly a good way to send us home happy.

Overall Grade: B+

Pros: Bandido vs. Douki; Eagles vs. Phantasmo; Ospreay vs. Yoh; main event

Cons: poor Kevin Kelly got attacked

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alphacrone · 7 years

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All Decked Out Like a Cowboy's Dream

[Part of the Blue-Eyed Jack ‘Verse]

CW: food mentions, homophobia mentions, being publicly out

When Jack and Bitty started publicly dating, the internet, well...the internet broke, just a little.

Though they were only known in their respective circles -- most of Bitty’s colleagues hadn’t heard of Jack and vice versa -- it was a big deal. Bitty was suddenly hailed as the “gay Carrie Underwood” and Jack had to order a moratorium on all jokes about his sexy “tractor.” They got the usual “keep your private life private” criticism from the AFA people (“Would that I could, y’all.”) and some nasty remarks from sports commentators, but it wasn’t as if either of them was coming out for the first time.

Mostly they both just had to suffer through the Blue-Eyed Jack memes. It seemed a fair price to pay for being able to date openly.

They’d only been dating a few months when Bitty approached Jack with a nervous, hopeful smile. They were in Vancouver on a short vacation together, walking hand-in-hand through the Granville Island market, pointing at the seagulls stealing food and laughing. They’d wandered down away from the market proper to a boat dock, and Jack read out the silliest boat names to Bitty in a straight-faced monotone. If he were being honest with himself, Bitty hadn’t laughed like this in a long time, even with all the time he spent with his goofy band. Jack was special, and Bitty was very, very lucky.

“So, I, uh, wanted to run something by you,” Bitty said as they fell into a comfortable silence. “You’re not busy on June 15th, are you?”

Jack raised an eyebrow. The Falcs had been knocked out of playoffs in the first round, hence the vacation -- Jack had needed to get far away and Bitty had needed to comfort his boyfriend in person. “I don’t have anything planned. Why?”

“Well, um…” Bitty scuffed his toe against the sidewalk. “That’s the night of the CMT Music Awards. I have a plus-one, was thinkin’ of reaching out to Troye Sivan to be my date, back before you. But, um...I know you don’t like public events…”

“Bits.” Jack squeezed his hand tighter and grinned. “I’d love to be your plus-one.”

“Really?” Bitty let out a deep sigh and leaned up against Jack’s arm. “That’s...I’m happy.”

“I’ve never been to Nashville outside of playing the Preds,” Jack said. “You’ll have to show me the sights.”

Bitty laughed, feeling a million times lighter. “Oh, yeah, I can show you all the crappy dives I used to play at. Oh! And the diner where I used to wash dishes. The fry cook there let me help him, sometimes, on slow nights. He even admitted my flapjacks were better than his.” Bitty sighed, swinging Jack’s arm up and around his shoulder so he could tuck himself in against his boyfriend. “As soon as I hit my break, I sent him money for his daughter’s school supplies. I sent money to every bar owner in the city who gave me a chance, too, and the blues band that found me on the streets that first week and gave me a couch to crash on. There are a lot of snakes in Nashville,” he continued, voice growing softer. “But if it hadn’t been for the good people, I don’t even know if I would’ve survived. I try to visit them all, every time I’m in town. Gotta remember your roots,” he added with a laugh. “When interviewers ask about my family, I tell ‘em that the kind folks of the world are my family, and I’m theirs.”

Jack bent down suddenly to kiss Bitty, soft and sweet. “I don’t know how someone as positive and gracious as you ever agreed to date someone like me,” he said, smile teasing. “But I’m very, very glad.”

“Well, according to TMZ, it’s for your NHL paycheck,” Bitty chirped, slipping his hand into the back pocket of Jack’s jeans. “And this fella here.” He squeezed Jack’s ass, laughing.

Jack snorted and pulled Bitty along the path, back up to the crowded market. “C’mon, I saw a cheese stand inside. I know how you are about fancy cheeses.”

“You get me,” Bitty said, fluttering his eyelashes. “Lead the way, Mr. Zimmermann.”

Despite Bitty renting a perfectly good house with his band, Jack got himself an overpriced suite in a fancy hotel as a treat for the two of them after the awards. Bitty suddenly didn’t care if Bitty & the Biscuits won anything -- he just wanted to spend the evening drinking with his band and then retire to the giant bed with ridiculously soft pillows to spend some alone time with his favorite person.

Unfortunately, that meant his favorite person wasn’t at the house to get ready with Bitty and the rest of the band. Their rented car would swing by the hotel to pick up on the way, but while Jack got to dress and primp in peace, Bitty was running around the house with three other panicked guys plus their dates and several stylists.

Despite his threat to invite Alexei Mashkov to the awards, Ransom had settled on Lardo as his date because he thought their height difference was hilarious and would make for great red carpet photos. Dex, the giant nerd that he was, had flown his grandmother down from Maine to be his plus-one. Chowder was bringing his girlfriend, Caitlin, whose natural Cara Delevingne brows and Target-sale-rack dress put them all to shame.

Bitty himself was dressed in a snazzy sky-blue suit with the top buttons of his shirt undone. His hair was coiffed spectacularly -- “The higher the hair, the closer to God,” he’d joked with his stylist. -- and his shoes were gold and shinier than anything. Bitty looked good and he hoped Us Weekly agreed.

Somehow, they managed to get the whole band and their dates into the small, white limo on time and headed towards the hotel where Jack was waiting. Ransom and Lardo kept chirping him about “seeing the bride before the wedding” or something equally as dumb, but Bitty simply ignored them and texted Jack that they were on their way.

When they pulled up to the taxi circle in front of the hotel, Bitty literally felt his jaw drop. Because there, waiting, in the tightest jeans he’d ever seen and a pair of gosh darn cowboy boots stood his boyfriend and sexiest man alive. His ass was a national treasure when he wore tennis shoes and basketball shorts; when he wore heeled boots and well-tailored jeans? The Zimmer-booty was the eighth modern wonder of the world.

“Well, shit, Bits,” Lardo said, following his gaze. “You hit the Jack-pot.”

Ransom snorted with laughter and Bitty couldn’t even find it in himself to be annoyed. He wondered how rude it would be to skip the awards and drag Jack upstairs to his suite immediately.

The driver came around and opened the door for Jack, and he crawled in with a shy grin. “You look really, really great,” he told Bitty, taking in his blue suit and styled hair. “You’re gonna steal the show.”

Bitty shook his head slowly. “No, I don’t think I am.”

When Jack cocked his head in confusion, Lardo clarified. “You look hot, Jack. You broke Bitty.”

“Really?” Jack looked surprised, then smug. “But it’s so early in the evening.”

The entire limo ooh-ed in dramatically scandalized tones. Even Dex’s grandmother laughed at the insinuation. Ransom elbowed Bitty in the ribs until Bitty smacked his arm hard.

“Shush,” Bitty said as the car began to drive again. “Let’s just discuss this year’s drinking game.”

“Alright,” Dex said, pulling a piece of paper from his pocket. “Take a shot every time someone trips or falls. Take a drink for every cowboy hat you see. Take a sip for every time Carrie Underwood changes her outfit. Oh!” Dex sighed and shoved the paper back into his jacket. “Chug your drink every time someone makes an off-color joke about us.”

“Great,” Ransom said. “We’ll be wasted within an hour.”

“None of them better say anything ugly about you boys,” Grandma Poindexter said crossly. “Else they’ll answer to me.”

“Wow, Dex,” Chowder said. “Your grandma is, like, way cooler than you.”

The boys chirped and fought the entire ride to the awards, leaving Bitty to reign in his overwhelmed little heart in relative peace.

They didn’t win.

Bitty really hadn’t been expecting to, but it stung all the same.

Still -- he’d gotten to take drunk selfies with Kacey Musgraves and Jack had found Mike Fisher pretty quickly, two hockey boys in a sea of country stars. (Bitty could see the headlines already: Hockey Invasion?) There’d only been one tone-deaf gay joke about him, and Willie Nelson had smiled at him as he passed by his table. Dolly came over at one point to hug him tightly and make him promise to spend a day in the studio with her so they could record a duet or two. All in all, it had been a good evening.

And it was about to get better.

Bitty’s drunkenness had faded into a tired sort of buzz by the time he and Jack were dropped off at the hotel. They staggered to the room, giggly and sluggish. Bitty jumped onto the bed and kicked off his shoes, relishing the expensive squishiness of the mattress pad.

“You hungry, bud?” Jack asked, closing the door behind him. He shed his sports jacket, revealing the tight, white t-shirt underneath. Lord, he was the spitting image of the country hunk Bitty had dreamt about as a teenager. It suddenly really didn’t matter that Bitty & the Biscuits had lost -- Bitty had his award right here.

“Starving,” Bitty said, trying to sound suggestive, but the rumbling of his stomach ruined the moment.

Jack pulled out the room service menu, sitting down on the bed next to Bitty. “I could go for a burger. You wanna split a dessert?”

Bitty smiled up at Jack. “I want to make a comment about you being my dessert, but I also really want something smothered in chocolate.”

Jack laughed and pulled Bitty up until he was leaning against his chest. “Cheeseburger and fries for me. A ‘molten lava brownie deluxe’ for dessert. And…?”

“Ooh, fettuccine alfredo,” Bitty said with a happy sigh. “Yes, please.”

“It worries me how much dairy you eat,” Jack said teasingly. “And one giant bowl of cream and carbs, coming right up.”

“Just for that, you’re not getting any,” Bitty said petulantly. “Of either sort.”

Jack laughed and kissed Bitty’s head. “Will you love me again if I take you out for breakfast in the morning?”

“Maybe.” Bitty snuggled in closer, biting lightly at the underside of Jack’s jaw. “Will there be biscuits and gravy?”

“Of course,” Jack said. “To continue your diet of cream and carbs.”

“Chirp, chirp, chirp,” Bitty huffed. “It’s like you don’t want to get laid at all.”

“Bittle,” Jack said seriously, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I saw how you looked at my ass all night. I have no fears about not getting laid.”

Bitty pouted and slapped Jack’s stomach lightly. “I knew I should’ve called Troye,” he said grumpily. “Troye wouldn’t be this rude to me.”

Jack laughed. “Troye’s ass wouldn’t look this good in jeans, either.”

“Ugh, just order the food you narcissist,” Bitty said. “You know the true way to my heart is through my stomach.”

“That I do,” Jack said smugly, leaning down to kiss Bitty again before picking up the phone. “That I do.”

“Love you, Cowboy,” Bitty murmured as Jack dialed the front desk. “Love you, too,” Jack whispered. “Hello? Yes, I’d like to order room service…”

[READ PART FOUR]

[OMGCP Country Singer AU]

[My writing tag]

[My online novel, The Discourt Knife]

#omgcp country singer au #anna writes things #check please!#omgcp fic #zimbits fanfiction #in the series this is after the original but before the other fics

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threetrivias · 5 years

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pairing: basketball player!yoongi x high school student!reader

word count: 1k

genre: high school au

warnings: fluff, angst if you squint

A/N: i imagine both characters as being super angsty, emo, teens that spend their whole life listening to green day and my chemical romance, a vibe i’m really into at the minute.

game season sucked for you. all your friends would get invited to watch their boyfriends play basketball, and you were left hanging out in your bedroom with your best friend, yoongi. you didn’t dislike doing it, but you couldn’t help but feel left out. sitting on your bed, you played with the split ends of your hair, while barely listening to what yoongi was droning on about. “...and that’s why i decided to join the team.” he finished off his sentence, kicking his feet up onto your desk for dramatic effect. “so? y/n? opinion?” he pressed, knowing you weren’t listening to a word he said. “repeat that whole thing sorry i wasn’t listening.” you half-assed. “i, am going, to join, the basketball, team.” he punctuated each word by pressing his finger into your side, making you crease up and giggle in an attempt to get away. “you idiot, you’ve never played basketball in your LIFE.” he laughed back at you, in agreement. “it’s worth a try.”

and weeks later, min yoongi; captain of the basketball team. he went from being a nobody, to having everybody know his name, something you were sure he didn’t enjoy. you sauntered to your locker after class, and to your surprise, yoongi was standing there, waiting for you. “hey, mr ‘basketball extraordinaire’ we haven’t hung out in ages.” you greeted him with a boyish hug, giving him a few pats on the back as you parted. “how have things been since you became a celebrity?” you joked as you switched your books from last period. “good, good...” things went silent for a moment as you waited for him to ask whatever question he had waiting for you. “so,” he choked on his own words. “so...” you continued for him. “everybody else on the team has girlfriends,” “great, good for them. why do i need to know this?” slamming your locker closed, you turned on your heels and headed for your next class, a timid yoongi trailing behind you. “they’re all bringing them to next game, and i don’t wanna be alone,”

your boots clicked against the cold floor, the sound reverberating around quiet corridor. “and i was wondering if you’d like to come with me?”. upon his request, you stopped in your spot, yoongi, not seeing you stopped until too late, colliding with your shoulder. “seriously?”. his veiny, skinny hand reached to the back of his head and he started ruffling his hair, a habit he’d picked up when he was nervous. “mmhmm, you’re my best friend n’all.”. it was true, shy yoongi never really left, despite all the fame he’d acquired. “i’d love to go. i’ve always wanted to, you know that?” his gummy smile peeked our at your little confession. “well, tomorrow after school, come meet me outside the changing rooms. i wanna give you something.”. and with that, you continued with your day, a spring in your step as you thought about going to the game.

you tapped your knuckles on the metal door, eliciting a unsettling rattle. almost immediately, the door was opened, by a stressed looking yoongi. “i thought you weren’t coming,” he sighed, his shoulders sinking as he relaxed in your presence. “oh come on, i wasn’t that late.” “doesn’t matter, anyway, i wanted to give you this.” he passed you a crumpled up piece of brick-red fabric. he nodded at you as if to say ‘unravel it’ and so you did. you folded back a segment, and it revealed itself; one of yoongi’s jerseys. “it’s for you.” he said as you held it up to get a better look at it. “jesus yoongi, this is really sweet of you.” you.” you couldn’t hold back the goofy smile that had taken over your face. such a little gesture had made your heart do things you’d never thought it would, especially because of your dorky best friend. “can you wear it for the game?” “without a doubt.”

you mumbled a few ‘sorry’s’ as you walked to your place in the audience, trying not to block anyones view of the game. finally, you reached your reserved seat, and you slumped down into it. the jersey yoongi had given you reeked, but not in a bad way. you could smell yoongi all over it. his scent was comforting, and it made you want to go up and kiss him. no it didn’t. you were his best friend. nothing more. you shook off your intrusive thoughts and focused on the game. he dribbled up and down the court, his quick manoeuvres and small frame working in harmony to his advantage. scurrying past a tall, broad shouldered guy, and past another lanky shoot-guard, yoongi set up his shot, and threw. the terracotta ball traced the hoop, before dropping through the middle. he’d won the game, again. overwhelmed with pride, you stood up and started waving your arms maniacally, trying to embarrass him while also showing your genuine happiness. he noticed your frantic movements and ran over to you.

“y/nnnnnn!” he shouted as he wrapped his arms around your middle and picked you up. “yoongiiiiiiiiii!” you copied back. he spun you around a couple times before gently lowering you to the ground, his arms not loosening from your body. then, in what felt like an adrenaline-fuelled confidence boost, you kissed him. you stood on your tiptoes, arms around his neck, craning your body ever so slightly, your lips connected with his soft ones. reciprocating immediately, yoongi pressed back with force, an innocent yet intimate desire clouding his mind. after what felt like hours, you parted, a feint longing left lingering in his eyes. “that was...” “nice.”. you turned to sit back down, when you found almost every other person in the gymnasium death-staring you and yoongi. but you didn’t care. you just kissed your best friend, the one you didn’t even know you were crushing on until you were literally kissing him in front of hundreds of people.

“i gotta go. l-love you” he whispered into your ear as he followed the crowd of other players back into the changing rooms. you couldn’t organise your thoughts. you were so, purely, happy. “i love you too, min yoongi.”

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faegal04 · 7 years

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Property of Dean Winchester

SUMMARY: You and Jensen are best friends, you accompany him to Nashville for the convention and drunken hijinks ensue!

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x (bestfriend!)reader

Word Count: 1810

Warnings: Some swearing

A/N: So i have been struggling with writing and what not, and the other day this idea hits me. I am basing it off the information that I saw about NashCon and it just grew to this fic. This would be my first attempt at writing a possible more than friends type fic based on the actual actor. I mean no disrespect to Danneel, we will just consider her happy with someone else for the purpose of this fic. Also a huge shout out to Daddy B aka @bigdaddymongoose, she is my rock and helps me out sooo much with writing!

Tagging: @ellen-reincarnated1967 @demondean-for-kingofhell @winchesterprincessbride @jotink78 @iamdeanfknwinchester @skybinx-blog @16wiishes @s4m-w1nch3st3r5287 @chaoticevilanddowntofuck @pizzarollpatrol @14readwritedraw96 @anokhi07 @mrswhozeewhatsis

tagsheet: @theficlibrarium @manawhaat @growleytria @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki @fandommaniacx @meganwinchester1999 @samanddeanwinchester67 @strange-inhumanity-blog @fangirling-instead-of-working @aprofoundbondwithdean @eyes-of-a-disney-princess @faith-in-dean @for-the-love-of-dean @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @curliesallovertheplace @thebunkerismyhome @feelmyroarrrr

@beachy2014 @fandom-book-nerd @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @sunriserose1023 @jelly-beans-and-gstrings @lucifer-in-leather @i-dont-know-how-to-write @everyday-supernatural-af @notnaturalanahi @howmanytuesdaysdidyouhave @supernatural-jackles @babypieandwhiskey @jpadjackles @pinknerdpanda “C’mon you two, let’s hit another bar!” Jared laughed, drunk off his ass already.

You giggled, watching your best friend trying to walk unaided. His bow legs making the staggering all the more comical. Finally, he made it to your side, he threw an arm around you, almost knocking the two of you to the ground.

“I think Jay here has had enough,” you snickered.

After the tour of the Jack Daniels Distillery and all the free shots, then the dart throwing game with Jason and the guys and more shots imbibed. Next, Creation Ent wanting to celebrate Jay’s birthday during the Saturday Night Special concert with you guessed it more alcohol involved. Let’s just say when Jay sang Tennessee Whiskey, he was almost three sheets to the wind then. If Jared got his way, this would be the third bar you all hit.

Jensen started shaking his head, “No, I-I think we need more bars,” he grinned. “Me likey, more acl-aco-alc-,” he furrowed his eyebrows like he was concentrating, “drinks.”

You laughed, “I think everybody is done for the night. You two have a panel in the morning, remember?” You smacked Jensen’s hand away from your face as he tried to “boop” your nose. “Stop that!”

Jared just gave you “Sam’s puppy eyes”, “Nope, Pada-gigantor, those will not work on me. I am impervious to “Mr. Awesome,” you jerked a thumb at Jensen, “you don’t stand a chance my tall friend.”

Some fans actually got the nerve to come over and talk to them both, asking for photos and autographs. You and Cliff helped them out, thankful that the brick wall was behind them so that they didn't topple over with the fangirls. After you had taken the last pictures, you collected a phone from Cliff and asked him to get a cab, while you kept the boys corralled. The fans thanked you and the boys and walked off. You blew out an exhausted sigh, you were only slightly buzzed at this point taking care of these two was hard work.

You glared at them when you noticed they were whispering with each other and pointing your way. They had better not be planning an escape or a prank on you or you would kill them.

“Hey! What are you two whispering about?”

Jared looked at Jensen, biting his bottom lip to avoid laughing he nodded, “We,” he gestured wildly between him and Jensen, “We were discussing terms for our surrender.”

You raised an eyebrow at both of them, “Terms for surrender, huh? This ought to be good. Lay ‘em on me fellas.”

Jensen nodded stoically at Jared, then at you he smirked, you groaned and braced yourself for whatever was coming.

Jared stumbled forward, “We agree to surrender if you say the magic word.”

You rolled your eyes, “Really just one condition? Fine, I'm guessing the magic word is “please?”

Jensen snickered, pursed his lips and started shaking his head. Jared just outright laughed so hard, he almost lost his balance.

“Jay so help me, if you don’t tell me what the hell you two are talking about, I will kill you where you stand,” you growled.

“I can’t, but I will give you a hint,” he smirked, “It is the word of the day, a most special word, a magic-” he broke off laughing.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you thought, when suddenly it hit you, “Seriously? Are you two fourteen?”

They were holding each other up, laughing their asses off at your expression. Your phone buzzed with a text, thankfully it was Cliff letting you know that the cab was pulling up.

You stared at Jensen and Jared, “You’re really going to make me say it aren't you?” At their excited nods, you chuckled, “Remember you guys are in your thirties. If you two don’t get your asses into that cab, I'm going to put my foot so far up your,” you paused, rolling your eyes, “bungholes, that you will taste leather.”

Both of them cheered loudly and started walking towards the cab, talking like Beavis and Butthead the whole way.

On the way back to the hotel, you had Cliff get ahold of security so that they could run interference for you to get the boys up to their rooms. With the late hour, you hoped that the paparazzi wouldn’t be hanging around to snap pics of the guys. It was hard enough being best friends with one of television’s hottest actors, but to be female to boot always had them salivating that this time they would catch you and Jensen in a compromising position.

Thankfully, the four of you made it through the lobby without issue. The first stop was Jared’s room, you propped Jensen against the wall and helped Cliff lay him down. You staggered back towards Jensen and muttered,”I swear that man is like a drunk octopus. Let’s go Jay, one drunk octopus down, one to go.”

Jensen giggled, honest to god giggled, “I'm no octopus, Y/N,” he paused and looked up and down the hallway,”shhhh,” you looked at him confused, “I has a secret. I'm Batman.”

You laughed at his serious expression, “More like Goofy, you big jerk.”

Cliff was shaking his head, you paused as his room was in between Jensen and Jared’s. “Cliff you go on ahead to bed, I've put this one to bed drunk so many times it’s second nature.”

“Thanks, Y/N. I’ll have coffee for everybody in the morning,” he said with a tired smile.

“Okay, just a couple more steps Jay, then you can lay down and sleep,” you said softly. At this point he was walking behind you with one arm wrapped around your neck and holding on to a shoulder.

“Nope!” He said loudly, stopping suddenly almost clotheslining you.

“Dammit Jay! You promised to go to bed, if I said that word and I did and you’re going,” you spat.

“My mom would kick my ass, if I didn't walk you to your room,” he replied.

You growled at him, “My room is right next to yours, idiot!”

“I am a gentleman, I will walk you to your room and make sure there aren’t any monsters there,” he looked at you with a sweet expression.

Rolling your eyes, “What are you going to do breathe on them if there’s trouble? You smell like a brewery Jay!”

He spun you around to face him, putting his hands on your shoulders, he blew an exasperated sigh out that ended in a hiccup, “No, silly, I'm Dean fucking Winchester. It’s my job to keep hot girls safe.”

Your eyes widened at his statement, “Okay Casanova, let’s get this over with.” You couldn't stop thinking about what he said. Did he think you were hot?

Shaking your head, you got the door opened and laughed as Jensen walked around the room, looking for anything out of the ordinary. You sat down on the couch and slipped your heels off, thanking the gods that you could go to bed soon.

Sitting quietly for a few minutes, you cleared your thoughts, not wanting to think to much about what Jay had said outside your room. ‘What the hell is taking him so long?’ You thought.

“Jay?” You called out, not getting a reply you got up and walked towards the bedroom door. Pushing the door open, you sighed heavily, Fuck me! There lying sideways on the bed was your best friend, face down, passed out and snoring.

Fuck it, you thought. I'm not moving him and it's my bed, without another thought, you pulled your jeans off and fell face down as well and were asleep in moments.

Jensen groaned softly, his hand going up to his head. Shit, last night was a blur, he knew he should have laid off all those shots. He opened one eye and froze. He felt a puff of warm air on the back of his neck. What the hell had he done? He turned his quickly and was relieved to see your face, then he panicked.

He scrambled up off the bed fast, feeling relief that he still had his pants on, then shock registered on his face. He looked down at you, noticing that you were in a T-shirt and underwear. Underwear that had his full attention. When he had bought that gift as a gag for your birthday, he never thought to ever see you in them.

There against the black boy shorts, with red lettering across your rounded ass were the words that had him inhale sharply.

“Property of Dean Winchester.”

His first thought was laughing, he grabbed his phone and snapped a quick picture, thinking that he was never going to let you live this one down. The next thought to cross his mind was how turned on he was by those four words. Sure, he had thought of you in a less than friendly way from time to time, but he never once thought about acting on it. Now he was having second thoughts. Slowly he reached a hand out towards your ass, when someone was pounding on the door!

“Dammit!” He muttered, drawing his hand back, he stomped across the room and headed towards the small living room. He flung the door open and growled at Jared, “What?!”

“Dude, we’re going to be late! We’ve got 30 minutes till our panel,” Jared replied.

“Alright, alright let me wake Y/N, then I’ll go change,” Jensen said.

“Did you and Y/N hook up?” Jared grinned.

“NO! Go away!” Said Jensen. He closed the door and started walking slowly towards the bedroom, “Y/N! Sweetheart, come on, we need to get ready.”

You jumped up startled at the male voice in your suite, “Shit, Jay give a girl a heart attack!”

He smirked at you, “I'm going to go change, be right back.”

You nodded and looked down at yourself, oh holy shit, you were in your underwear! Underwear that he was never supposed to see you in. You blushed madly, grabbed your phone and headed in to brush your teeth. After you felt more human with minty fresh breath you jumped in the shower.

As you were towel drying, your phone started going buzzing with text messages. Most of them were from Gen, one from Jay and Jared, you ignored those two and read the first text from her.

Your mouth dropped open in surprise, then your brain started misfiring and freaking out as you scrolled to the app in question, and your heart stopped.

There was pounding coming from the door to the suite, as you threw the door open you looked at your best friend's pale face and wanted to die.

You took a deep breath, “Jay why the hell is there a picture of my ass on your Instagram?!”

#jensen ackles x reader #spn rpf #supernatural rpf #jensen!girl #faegal04 writes #fluff

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ryanonwrasslin-blog · 7 years

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Fast Lane 2017

SaSo, at some point over the weekend I saw a conversation taking place online about the coverage of wrestling and how so much of it is just shitting all over WWE’s product, especially the flagships itself like Monday Night Raw and the Big 4 PPV’s. And it struck me in that moment how miserable of a fan I’d become of something that I’d originally gotten into because it was fun in all of the best, most ridiculous ways.

So I’m here today because I want to hold myself to account on not being such a miserable fucking wrestling fan all the time, and my method for doing that is to write about wrestling. I’ve tried this before but it was mostly aimless ramblings. I’m hoping that this viewpoint to add a certain amount of structure to my wrasslin’ thoughts.

Long-term, I’m hoping for this to be a weekly thing (maybe every Thursday after all the week’s big shows have been aired), but as I’m excited about this, I thought I’d dive right in fresh after Fast Lane last night. Surely the PPV right smack in the middle of THE ROAD TO WRESTLEMANIA will be an easy win for someone trying to be optimistic about wrestling, right?

Right?

Oh God.

/Huffs Paint

Alright, let’s do this...

Theme of the Night:

Who is this show for, exactly?

I know, my supposed optimism lasted to the first sentence. But I swear, I’m going to go through this in a way that isn’t just shitting on the product. All I could think after that main event was, who exactly is this particular show for?

I know Wrestlemania is for the largest crowd possible, and there were obvious steps taken tonight to work toward that, but if you take this show in isolation, and I do think when you are a company dependent on monthly subscriptions you have to view it that way to a certain degree, I’m left feeling very confused about that show.

Was anyone happy to see Sasha basically cheat Bayley to a win? Were the months of booking BRAAAAAAAAAAUN as an all-time monster worth it for an L to Strong Roman at Fast Lane of all places? Did it help anyone for Kevin Owens to look like an idiot and lose in two moves to Goldberg? Did it help Goldberg to win like that? Did any of that bizarre Cesaro/ Jinder/ Handsome Rusev/ Big Show business help even one of them? Sasha rolling up Nia when a strong breeze ought to be able to knock Sasha off balance? New Day Ice Cream? I really struggled to understand the logic behind any of this booking.

Alright, I don’t want to do too much of this negativity, and this show wasn’t all terrible, so let’s get to the next segment I want to run.

Top 10 Moments of the Night:

10. Big E is a weird dude in all the best ways

9. Seriously, we’ve got to be close to a Handsome Rusev Face Turn, right? - He tried to help poor Jinder revive his career, most of his feuds have revolved around defending his wife’s honor, and then last night Jinder gets in his face and shows no respect for the only guy to give him a chance since he was in 3MB, then plays valiant babyface-in-peril against Big Show, who then hits like 11 finishing moves on Rusev for no apparent reason. Oh, and he’s the fucking man in the ring. Handsome Rusev face turn, please and thank you.

8. SmoJo’s Coquina Clutch - Man I love that old-school move.

7. No more “Queen of PPV” nonsense - I really thought they’d keep that going, but thank God they didn’t. It was such a stupid catchphrase.

6. Sasha getting to look like an actual wrestler again - I’ve gone round and round and round in my personal rankings of the 4 Horsewomen (At present it goes Charlotte, Becky, Sasha, Bayley), and the way they’ve booked Sasha as a fragile baby-person has started to bleed into my perception of her. Nia still whooped her ass pretty good but she pulled off a crafty win and didn’t need to be like life-flighted out afterwards. That was a good step for her. And her next big step should be hitting a Backstabber on Bayley the night after Wrestlemania and giving us that sweet, sweet heel turn.

5. BRAAAAAAAAAAAUN vs. Strong Roman (until the finish) - This was an even better effort by Strowman than that really fun Big Show match a few weeks ago. It was the best match of his career. And honestly, I feel a tiny bit bad for Roman at this point. They just keeping making the strangest booking calls with this dude and all the while he’s keeps showing the ability to have an excellent match with just about anyone on the roster.

4. Charlotte’s in-ring taunts - Charlotte is downright loathsome in the ring. It’s infuriating and annoying and frustrating and it’s The Best. She has honed herself to a fine point as a heel in the ring.

3. A taste of SmoJo vs. Sami Zayn - I’d hoped they’d give these two like 15 electric minutes, but was also expecting them to ultimately make Joe into the Destroyer. They definitely chose the latter, but these two both play their roles so well, Joe as the asshole who just wants to beat the shit out of you and Zayn as the underdog who just needs an opening, that it was still a good match, and some day we’ll see those go 20+ minutes for big-time stakes and it will kick all kinds of ass.

2. Kevin Owens’ stall tactics - I’m a sucker for wrestlers incorporating strategy and tactics into their wrestling. It makes it feel so much more real and can help explain the changes in Win/Loss record over the years. This was a great example of those tactics.

1. Neville vs. Jack Gallagher - Unquestionably the match of the night. I went into this match badly craving a Neville squash, but WWE did right by goofy-ass Jack Gallagher and gave these two 12 minutes of fun wrestling. More of this in the Cruiserweights and less of Brian Kendrick doing the Captain’s Hook for 3 minutes at a time, please.

Let the Smark Out

Look, no one’s perfect and a 5:1 ratio of Optimism to Pessimism seems acceptable to me. And it’s just not healthy to keep my issues inside. That shit needs to get out and breathe a bit, you know? It took a lot of thought to figure out my two, though. However, WWE made it clear pretty early on when Steph was screeching at Foley that only two matches actually mattered, so let’s go with those two.

-Bayley cheats her way to a win - Ahh yes, the old trope of the biggest, most natural babyface character being helped by her tweener friend and former rival to victory over the heel who voluntarily fought without her lieutenant at ringside. I see no issues with this logic at all. Sometimes you’re booked into a corner, but this was just blatant malpractice against everything they built for Bayley’s character for years. Just baffling all around.

-You know what the other is. KO stalls and stalls to wear out Goldberg’s peaking intensity, a very smart tactic that shows he’s put tremendous thought into this match and that he’s a student of wrestling. But then the most obvious development ever occurs with a returning Y2J’s music hitting and KO getting distracted, Goldberg hitting his two moves and pinning him in under a minute. I knew it was coming, I suppose, but it was still a kick right in the balls. Sigh...

Where Do We Go From Here?

For my penultimate segment, I want to talk about what is often my favorite part of wrestling: Where things are going next. I’ll do my best to mostly steer away from fantasy booking things to hell, but that will be part of it.

I’m excited about not having anymore PPV’s leading to Mania. No more farting around and holding back, they’ve got to start building to the biggest matches and one of the things I’m most interested in seeing develop is whatever is going on with Triple H. There still seems to be legitimate uncertainty about Seth Rollins, and a couple weeks ago it seemed like maybe Trips was behind KO turning on Jericho, and I couldn’t help but wonder if they were setting up some kind of action with Trips, KO, and SmoJo. Add to all of this that it would make sense for a returning Finn Balor to oppose such a faction, and some of these questions need to start getting answered.

In other news, we seem almost certain to be heading toward a Fatal Four Way for the women’s title, probably a pre-show multi-team Tag Title match, and we should be getting some fun Jericho-KO segments.

That leaves me uncertain how they’ll build to Roman vs. Taker, what they’re going to do with Strowman, if Shaq will show up for the Big Show match, and if this weird Mick Foley vs. Steph feud will lead to Foley being fired and how soon they might pull that particular trigger and if it will have ripple effects elsewhere.

Parting Thought

It’s obvious now that Goldberg can’t actually wrestle a match. If he could, they would have given him and KO at least a couple minutes before Y2J came out, right? To me, that means there’s no way they can actually put that match on last. No one is going to be hyped for a Lesnar/ Goldberg match that likely can’t go past 5 minutes and has a decent chance of being a mess.

#wrestlemania #WWE #Wrestling #FastLane

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