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Capturing a Dream

Chapter 6 – Nobody Wins in a No-Win Situation

Chapter 1 Chapter 5

“The most likely place for the hostages is on the mothership. We need to get in there to free them.” Robin stated in a detached, authoritative voice. “We’ll take a zeta tube nearby then have Superboy distract them so the rest of us can sneak on. We find the victims and use Chimera’s portal to free them and KF’s speed to get them out. Chimera can cast an illusion to cover us getting out as well. We need to save her powers for then. We’ll need you to cover us while we free the victims, Superboy.” The rest of the Team nodded at him, understanding their roles. “Now, you need to grab something to eat and rest. We leave in an hour.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice to eat.” Kid Flash gave him an excited smile. He jumped bumping into Superboy excitedly and throwing his arm over his shoulder as they made their way out of the room. “We’re going to rescue her, all of them.” Superboy smiled back at him before turning to Chimera. She smiled but motioned with her head for him to go ahead. She moved over to the console Robin was studying to finalize his plans. As soon as the door closed, leaving only them in the room, she quietly asked, “Are you ready for this?”

He hesitated for a moment but continued examining the images of the mothership. “Since I was nine.” He answered solemnly.

A wry smile spread on her face, “Well, you’ve got me beat. Eleven for me.”

They stood in silence for a few moments, pretending to focus on the mothership. “Are you ready?” He asked her.

She nodded, eyes still directed toward the screens. “I just need to wish Conner good luck.”

Robin looked down and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry.”

Chimera looked over to him with a strained smile. “It’s what our lives were always leading to, isn’t it? What we’ve been preparing for since we were little kids? One way or another it was always going to end like this.” They looked at each other for a few moments before Chimera reached over to hug him. “But, I’m glad I got to meet you.”

Robin hugged her back tightly, “Me too.” She patted his back and pulled away, moving to the door to follow the others. “Wally doesn’t know.” He spoke up suddenly. “Should I… should I tell him?”

She turned her head in his direction without fully facing him. “Neither does Conner. And they can’t know. We can’t tell them. Nothing we say will change what has to happen. They can be happier longer if we don’t.” Robin nodded to the confirmation of his thoughts and turned back to the screen.

Superboy was just finishing his sandwich when Chimera walked in. She smiled as soon as he saw her and walked immediately over to him. He hugged her tight, grounding himself by holding her. “I’m worried about you doing this.” She whispered.

“I have to do it. It’s what Superman would do.” He brushed her bangs behind her ear and cupped her face. “I’ll be okay. I have too much to live for.” He reassured her.

She smiled at him and leaned into his hand. “You don’t have to do what Superman would do. You’re just as good, better to me.”

He preened at her praise, but he couldn’t give in. He had to do this for them, for her. He had to do everything he could to protect them and give them the chance to save the hostages. And even if he didn’t survive, at least he would have saved her. Because that’s what you do for the people you love. “But I do have to do this.”

She pushed up to kiss him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Their lips slid against each other’s in a magical sensation that electrified his body. After a few minutes she pulled away slightly, pressing her forehead to his. “When this is all over, I want to show you who I am.” She whispered.

He pulled away with a look of surprise. “Are you sure?”

She nodded, looking up at him with her big, beautiful, blue eyes under her lashes. “I don’t want any more secrets. I want us to be able to be completely open with each other.”

Superboy smiled brightly at her and hugged her even tighter. “I have even more to live for then. I can’t wait to fully meet you.”

“Am I included in this? I’d like to fully meet you too.” Kid Flash grinned at them as he leaned against the counter, drinking from his mug.

Superboy threw a dish towel at him that Kid Flash dodged with a laugh. “Get out of here, Wally.” He growled at him.

“We all need to get out of here.” Robin interrupted. “It’s time to go.”

“It hasn’t been an hour,” Kid Flash whined.

“The sooner we get moving, the sooner we rescue the hostages and the fewer hostages there are to rescue.” Robin reminded him.

“Right.” Kid Flash agreed, sobering quickly. “Let’s go get our girl and our friends.”

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Superboy peeked around the corner of the building they were hiding in, taking note of the guard ships and turrets. He turned back to his teammates with a grim look of determination. “Everyone ready?”

Robin and Kid Flash looked at each other before turning to Superboy with mirrored looked of determination and nodded. Chimera pushed up to give him a quick peck on the lips. “I’ll see you on the other side.” She whispered quietly.

Superboy cupped her face. “Yes you will. We’re not done yet.” He smiled and kissed her again. He took a deep breath and jumped onto the mothership, destroying the first turret. He dodged a shot and jumped to the next turret, ripping it from the ship and throwing it at the third turret, destroying it in the process as well. He dodged a volley of incoming shots and jumped to the final turret. He pushed it to fire on one of the ships approaching him. The ship exploded in a mass of fire and light.

While Superboy was causing a destructive distraction, Kid Flash carried Robin and Chimera into the ship. Just as Robin had expected, his speed was affected with the extra weight but only slightly, not enough for the aliens to discover them. Luckily for Kid Flash, Chimera felt as light as a feather to him. Kid Flash stopped and dropped them behind a support beam, using it as cover while Robin scanned the ship, searching for the survivors and gaining a schematic for it. Kid Flash and Chimera kept watch for aliens. They spotted a ship heading toward them and pulled Robin further behind the beam in the hopes the ship would miss them. They braced themselves for the worst before feeling the blowback from the ship exploding.

Kid Flash and Chimera looked up and saw Superboy standing next to the turret and looking down at them with concern. Chimera smiled appreciatively and yelled “Focus.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he yelled back with a grin, turning back toward the aliens. But he turned back a moment too late. Kid Flash and Chimera watched as Superboy’s body disintegrated in front of their eyes.

“Superboy!” Chimera screamed out.

Kid Flash grabbed her around the waist and pulled her against the wall before any alien ships could see them. “It’s okay. We’ll rescue him when we rescue the rest of them.” He reassured her confidently.

Chimera looked him in the eyes and nodded resolutely. “Right. Let’s go get our boy.”

As soon as they made it back to Robin, he checked over Chimera. “You okay?”

Chimera straightened up and nodded. “I’m totally whelmed. Let’s finish this.” She pushed past them moving toward the core of the ship.

“Wait, do you know where the hostages are?” Kid Flash asked uncertain, following behind her.

“I’m not getting any readings of any humans on this ship,” Robin reported gravely. “They weren’t taken hostage, they were killed. The only thing left is to destroy the ship. We need to get to the core of the ship and set off the bombs.”

Kid Flash looked at him in shock. “You knew,” he whispered hoarsely. “This was your plan all along.” He turned to Chimera. “And you? Did you know?”

She looked away from his eyes and paused as if unsure what to say. “There was always a chance. We need to move now before they find us again.”

Kid Flash’s eyes hardened. “We are going to talk about this when we get out of here.” He growled at them before storming ahead, down the hallway. Robin looked over to Chimera giving her a dark look that she returned.

They finally found their way to the core and looked around in awe. “Where do we start?” Kid Flash asked, eyes wide from taking in the massive expanse before them. There were multiple levels with platforms reaching out part of the way into the space and no apparent connection between the platforms and no rails along the edges.

Robin examined the scans again and pointed to a platform above them. Before they could start formulating a plan to get to the platform, there was a blinding light, disorienting them. When the light disappeared, the floor under them started tilting like there had been an explosion nearby. The platform tilted and they started sliding toward the edge. Kid Flash grabbed Robin’s outstretched hand and tried to grab Chimera’s but missed her. Robin shot his grappling hook, trying to find leverage on something but all the edges were too smooth and couldn’t catch on anything.

Robin and Kid Flash looked around as they fell trying to formulate any plan they could with the available resources, which were none. Suddenly, there was another bright flash of light and they found themselves on the platform they needed to be on. They both shook their heads trying to shake the momentary confusion that had struck them both. “Chi must have portaled us here,” Kid Flash offered uncertainly. They looked around frantically, searching for Chimera. Kid Flash ran to the edge of the platform, looking for where Chimera landed but didn’t see her or her body anywhere.

“Let’s get these set.” Robin said calmly, pulling the explosives off his bandolier.

“She’s… she’s dead.” Kid Flash breathed out disbelievingly.

“Let’s set these before more people join her.” Robin responded without looking up.

Kid Flash set his mouth in a determined line and nodded to him helping set up the bombs. When they were in place and the timer set, they looked at each other with a resolved look and turned to look out at the ship’s core again, not bothering to search for a way out. Kid Flash had finally come to the same realization Robin had come to before the missions started. They weren’t making it out of this.

Robin closed his eyes waiting for the inevitable and jumped when he felt something hit him. But the blow wasn’t followed by pain or heat of an explosion. Curious, he opened his eyes to see a portal in front of him. He turned to Kid Flash with a confused look. They closed their eyes and walked through.

When Robin opened his eyes again, he saw the very much intact ceiling of the Cave. He looked around confused about where he was. He was laying down. Why was he laying down? He sat up and looked around to find Kaldur, Wally, and Conner also sitting up with confused expressions on their faces.

“Conner! Wally! Kaldur! Robin! You guys are okay!” Chimera yelled gratefully. She was crying grateful tears as she moved from one to the other, checking their eyes and reassuring herself they were okay. She checked Robin over twice before she moved onto Conner, who she examined a bit longer than the rest, her hands lingered on his shoulders. Conner stared at her unsure how to respond, confused by the change of reality.

Robin looked a bit further and saw Batman supporting a weak looking Martian Manhunter. Standing next to them, Artemis looking at them with a concerned frown. “How are you guys feeling?”

Robin grabbed his head trying to still the whirling thoughts and dual realities struggling for dominance, wiping away the sweat that was dripping from his forehead. “What happened?”

“The exercise… it all went wrong.” Martian Manhunter answered, holding his head.

“Exercise?” Robin asked uncertainly.

Batman stepped forward. “Try to remember. What you experienced was a training exercise. Manhunter psychically linked the five of you within an artificial reality. You all knew this going in. What you didn’t know was it was a train for failure exercise.” Chimera gasped and pulled back from her position in front of Conner, a look of horror in her eyes. “No matter what the Team accomplished, the scenario was designed to grow worse. Still you were aware nothing was real. Including the deaths of the entire Justice League.”

“How… how bad did it get?” Chimera asked tentatively.

“Apocalypse,” Kaldur whispered out, his eyes glazed over from the memory. “It was an apocalyptic event. Billions dead. We… we couldn’t stop them.” Chimera’s heart clenched and she pulled away even further.

“But you were supposed to know it was an exercise. And at first, you did. That is why you hardly grieved, even when Wolf and Artemis were disintegrated in front of your eyes.” Martian Manhunter added. “But all that changed when…”

“It was my fault.” Chimera interrupted, looking down and refusing to meet any of their eyes. She wrapped her arms around herself. The guilt of what she can only imagine she put them through was eating at her. It was a no-win scenario. Everything they did was destined to fail. No matter how hard they tried, no matter how outside of the box they thought, no matter whether they asked for help or didn’t, they were going to fail. Going into it, they would have been able to take the loss in stride, ego bruised, nothing more, but…

“My…” she hesitated searching for the right way to explain what happened without exposing too much. “… powers got bored and noticed the illusion Martian Manhunter was casting. H… They…It wanted to help and make it more realistic and…” she shook her head. “I wasn’t watching them. I should have watched them. I shouldn’t have lost control. I’m so sorry.” She finished miserably. She had already lived through a real life no-win scenario. She still hadn’t fully recovered from it. If her team had gone through anything like that because of her...

Conner jumped up to pull her into a hug. He burrowed his face into her hair. “It’s not your fault. The exercise must have seemed real to you and you reacted. Part of being involved is that you lose some control. It isn’t your fault.”

Chimera pulled away from him shaking her head desperately. “I wasn’t though. I wasn’t part of the exercise for exactly that reason. I can’t lose control and I did anyway.”

Conner dropped his arms from around her waist. “You… you weren’t in the exercise?”

“But, we saw you there. You were in it.” Kaldur stated still trying to make sense of what happened.

“It wasn’t her. It was a construction of her you created. You noticed your teammate was not there and hadn’t been among those who died, so you added her to the illusion.” Martian Manhunter supplemented.

“It wasn’t you.” Conner repeated breathlessly. His eyes unfocused and his heartrate picked up. It wasn’t her. It wasn’t her he had been kissing. It wasn’t her that admitted to wanting to be with him. It wasn’t her that said she didn’t want any more secrets between them.

Chimera shook her head and looked at him with wide, terrified eyes. “Did I… did I do something bad in the illusion?”

“No,” Kid Flash answered quickly. “No, you were very helpful. That explains why you used the word ‘whelmed’ though. That must have been when Robin was controlling illusion you.” He tried to joke to lighten the mood.

Robin looked through her, facing her but not seeing her, reconsidering their interactions. Finally he nodded, a look of muted horror in his eyes. “You told us what we wanted to hear, what we needed to hear to keep going… to do what we thought we needed to do. But that was just us. We made ourselves to what we did.” He looked away, guilt melding with the horror in his eyes. Chimera stared at him letting what he said settle in her head… ‘What they needed to do’… what had they ‘needed’ to do?

Chimera examined Conner, noting that he refused to look at her and recoiled from her touch. She pulled away further, almost fully against the wall. Her breathing picked up as the weight of what they must have gone through and the guilt for what she let happen started taking over. Artemis rushed over to her. “It wasn’t your fault. You did everything you could as soon as you found out and we didn’t know what kind of exercise it was. We did everything we could.”

“You should have stopped the exercise.” Wally added angrily, turning on Martian Manhunter.

“I tried, but I couldn’t overpower Chimera’s power. Her power made the illusion feel real to you and to me and gave you the power to take over most of the elements of the simulation. You should have woken up after you died, like Artemis did. But you all believed you had died so you slipped into a coma.”

“You thought you were dead?” Chimera gasped horrified.

“Not all of us,” Robin said quietly.

Instead of calming her, it made Chimera more frantic, knowing she had caused them to believe that. She looked at each of them one at a time, figuring out who had died from their refusal to look at her and choked back a sob. “I’m so sorry guys. I’m so, so sorry. I… I’ll… I can make something for you to eat! Some comfort food… or I can grab some blankets… Oh! Movie night! I can… we can have a movie night.” She rambled, frantically searching for some way to comfort them. “I’ll start on some food.”

She backed away from them and rushed to the kitchen to make… she didn’t know what, but she needed to do something. Something to help her Team. Something to make it up to them. Something to keep them from spiraling into anger and frustration and resentment. Something to keep them from doubting themselves and each other, from focusing on the guilt from what they had ‘needed to do’. She had been down this road. She had seen what experiencing that kind of absolute desolation could do, the extremes it could push someone to.

The first time she’d seen it, it destroyed the world and her brother. The last time she’d seen it, she saw what she could do if she ever let go of her control, if she ever let herself go there, if she ever believed there were no options left. She shuddered at the thought, another wave of guilt rolling over her. She had been able to reverse all the damage, erase all evidence it had ever happened, but she couldn’t erase the effects on herself.

Going through something like that, even if you reverse the damage, even if you find out it wasn’t real, knowing what you are capable of and what you’re not, never really leaves you. She still hadn’t recovered. It was why she was here. It was why Batman wanted her here. She wasn’t going to just sit by and watch her Team go through that alone.

She spotted the cupcakes she and Conner had baked earlier that morning and decided to make the frosting to finish it. Maybe she could make some cookies too. Those would be easy to pop into their mouths without thinking. Maybe some pain au chocolat? She quickly pulled out the ingredients and started up the mixer. She kept herself busy so she wouldn’t be able to think. She didn’t want to think and baking was something she could do without thinking. Time could pass in the blink of an eye when she was baking.

Before she knew it, she was pulling another tray of cookies out of the oven and replacing it with the last tray. She looked around the kitchen in a bit of a panic. She couldn’t be done already. There had to be more. She spotted the naked cupcakes and remembered she still had to frost them. She grabbed the bowl of frosting she had made earlier and started stirring it to soften it again. She leaned against the counter as she stirred. She stared absentmindedly, forgetting to block her thoughts.

She stared at the Cave wall opposite her. The stark, lifeless, desolate wall. No indication of life existing but bearing the marks of fires and explosions that had reached it when the Reds attacked. More explosions and fire flashed in her mind, screaming, shouting, begging so loud she couldn’t hear anything else. She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. That wasn’t real, it wasn’t happening. She heard whimpering and her heart started pounding, her breath became ragged. “No, no, no,” she mumbled to herself, her tears falling freely.

She heard an alarm ring next to her and she let out a yelp in surprise and dropped the bowl she was holding. She looked around frantically, realizing she was alone and safe in the Cave. The alarm sounded again and she recognized it as the oven timer. She hastily wiped her tears and grabbed the cookies out of the oven.

She took a steadying breath, trying to calm her rapid breathing. She knelt down to pick up the pieces of broken bowl, reaching out for the pieces with shaking hands. She felt a pressure on her shoulder and lashed out to punch the attacker. Conner deflected her blow, laying his hand on her arm gently. He knelt next to her and reached out to her but hesitated and pulled his hand back. He didn’t know if his comfort would be wanted. That was a lie. He knew it wasn’t welcome. The Chimera whispering sweet words to him, pulling him in for kisses, and seeking comfort from him was an illusion. Those was his desires, not hers. But he couldn’t just sit back and watch her cry without doing something. He still had to try to help. “I heard the bowl break. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He said cautiously, trying to respect her boundaries.

She watched him pull back from the corner of her eye and that made it all feel so much worse. He was now flinching away from her. He must blame her for what happened, even if he didn’t do it consciously, he must associate her with the exercise and the pain it caused. The tears fell harder. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t…” She looked up at him and tried to wipe away the concern and guilt dripping from her eyes. “How are you? Are you okay?”

He stared at her for a few seconds unsure how to respond. He wasn’t sure how he felt, he just knew he wasn’t happy and that definitely wasn’t what she needed to hear. He hadn’t processed everything that happened and didn’t want to. He just wanted to forget the whole miserable, euphoric, fictional experience. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t get the images out of his head or the feelings. He had felt needed. He had felt important and now he was back to who he was before, nobody special, especially not to her. “I’m fine,” he growled out instead. “How are you?”

She winced at his tone and pulled away from him, feeling his anger and believing it was aimed toward her. She looked away from him, focusing on the ground between them. “I’m fine,” she said quietly.

Conner stared at her incredulously. She clearly wasn’t fine. Normally, when she had a problem she would open up to him, eventually tell him what she was feeling. He didn’t have to say anything, just letting her talk was enough, which was good because he never knew what to say. Comforting words were her thing. Action was his. Talking it out seemed to help her, but she was holding back now. Why was she holding back? He couldn’t help her if she held back. “You’re not,” he was close to yelling at her.

“Well, neither are you,” she yelled back at him.

He scrunched up his face in anger and frustration. He wanted to comfort her and comfort himself by holding her and burying his head in her neck. Ground himself in her embrace, let her scent relax him. But he couldn’t touch her anymore, not like he did in the exercise. He couldn’t hug her and he definitely couldn’t kiss her anymore. He didn’t know how to comfort her without touching her. He didn’t know how to calm himself without feeling her touch. He clenched his fists, focusing on not yelling at her again. “I’m going to bed.” He ground out between clenched teeth as he turned around quickly and left her alone.

Chimera collapsed back against the lower cabinets with her knees pulled up to her chin. She dropped her head onto her knees and started crying harder. She felt a pressure against her knees and a very familiar whining sound next to her. She looked up and saw Wolf nudging her to let him lay his head in her lap. She huffed out a bitter laugh and patted him a few times before pulling her knees closer to her chest.

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Sleep was not a good idea for him tonight. Every time Conner closed his eyes he saw aliens or Chimera smiling at him before his mind reminded him that neither of those were real. He tossed and turned for hours. Wolf should have been by his side by now trying to cuddle with him to comfort him. Well into the night, closer to sunrise than sunset, he grunted and finally got up to see where Wolf had wandered off to… and maybe grab a few of the cookies Chimera had made. His chest tightened at the reminder of seeing her while making them. He lost his breath remembering how he had reacted to her. He could never seem to find the right words for her.

He finally found Wolf outside Chimera’s door. “Wolf!” he chastised him in a whispered shout. “Leave her door alone. We’re not allowed in there.” Wolf whined at him and turned back to the door scratching at it. Conner let out a long sigh and moved to pull him away. He put his hand on her door, pretending she could feel it, wishing she could feel his contrition. He started to turn away before he heard muffled cries coming from her room. His heartrate skyrocketed in a matter of seconds. “Chi!” He pounded on the door. “Chi! Are you okay?”

The sounds went away and there was nothing but silence again. He was beginning to believe he imagined the whole thing but Wolf was still nosing at the crack between the door and the doorjamb with a whine. He hadn’t imagined it. Something was going on. “Chi?” He pounded on the door again.

He raised his fist to pound again when the door opened. Chimera was standing in front of him rubbing her sleepy, red, puffy eyes. “Hey, Conner. What’s going on?”

He looked at her with an overwhelming sense of concern and grabbed her pulling her to him in a tight hug before he could overthink it and talk himself out of it. He buried his head in her hair and felt the tension leave his body as her body relaxed and hugged him back, holding onto him like a lifeline. They only pulled away from each other when Wolf started whining and nosing between them to be included. Chimera smiled down at him and started petting him.

“I didn’t want to interrupt, I know you like to keep your room off limits, but Wolf was scratching at the door and when I came to get him I heard screams.” Conner said cautiously, keeping his arm around her waist.

Chimera kept her focus on Wolf. “Oh,” she said quietly. “It’s nothing.” She looked up at him with a fake smile. “How about you? Couldn’t sleep? I can make you some hot chocolate or calming tea.”

He looked at her skeptically, but didn’t want to push her. “Sure,” he nodded cautiously.

“Right,” she agreed quietly, curling into his side as they walked to the kitchen. “So, hot chocolate or tea?” she asked pulling away to start grabbing ingredients.

“Hot chocolate,” he answered evenly, observing her as she moved. She worked in silent, jittery movements, refusing to look at him.

Once the hot chocolate was made and they had both been sitting for a few minutes in silence, Conner decided to finally broach the subject. “So… you going to tell me what that was about?” Conner asked staring at his hot chocolate.

Chimera jumped at the sudden conversation, almost spilling her hot chocolate. She glanced up at him for a second noting his rigid posture, his tense eyes, his pursed lips. She glanced away quickly and curled in on herself again. “It was nothing. I’m fine.”

Conner groaned and shoved away from the counter rounding on her. “Stop lying. You’re not fine,” he yelled.

“I’m better than whatever you had to go through and I’m not going to sit here and complain to you about how the experience you had to go through, affected me.” She yelled back at him. “And stop yelling at me, you big, lumbering oaf!”

He huffed and turned back to his cup. “Sorry,” he grumbled into his cup. After a few more sips he spoke up again. “I wasn’t that affected by it. I’m fine.”

Chimera scoffed at him. “Stop lying. You’re not fine,” she parroted back to him.

He glared at her for a few moments before turning away. “I don’t know how I feel and I didn’t want to make it worse for you,” he grumbled.

“Oh no, getting screamed at was much better,” she snorted. She looked down at her hands for a few moments and when she finally spoke up again her voice was timid and shaky. “I didn’t know it was a train for failure exercise. I didn’t know that’s what you were going through until Batman said it. I… I could have done more. I should have done more to pull you out sooner. I tried.” She looked over to him, her eyes pleading for him to understand. “I did try, but right after the first time, something happened to Kaldur and… and I was worried about what the strain would do to you guys. I thought letting it play out would lessen the damage. And I thought it was just a regular exercise so I… I didn’t know the toll it was taking on you. After the same thing happened to you that happened to Kaldur even without my intervention, I figured it was the simulation, not my intervention and I was finally able to stop it after a few tries.” She wiped away the tears that started falling. “I should have tried harder sooner. I’m sorry.”

Conner sighed and pulled her into a hug, because they were friends damn it. They hugged before the simulation and they would keep doing it. It just wouldn’t mean what it had in the simulation. It wouldn’t mean what he wanted it to mean. He would just have to learn to stuff that electric feeling he felt whenever he touched her, deep down and lock it away. “You made the best choices you could with the information you had. And, it didn’t affect me that badly.”

Chimera pulled away from him to look him in the eyes again, a frantic look in her eyes. “You thought you died!” she cried out.

“And I was okay with that,” he cried out just as loudly. He sighed and looked out across the common area. “And I was okay with that because it meant I helped. It meant I sacrificed myself to save you… all of you. It was something only I could do. I was needed. Not like now.”

“You’re already needed, Conner. We all need you. The Team can’t function without you. We never would have survived Yellowstone or Bwunda without you.” She looked at him sincerely. “And I need you to know how important you are to me. How much of a difference you make to me. I…” she looked around for she didn’t know what, inspiration maybe. Conner looked at her with hopeful eyes. Her eyes settled back on him. “I… I’ve been through a lot… a lot. And having someone around to support me, to understand me, to call me out on things, that’s what I need to recover.”

Conner deflated at the words. “That’s nothing special. Anyone could do that.”

“It is special and no they can’t. It wasn’t something I was getting before I came here. It isn’t something Superman could do. I need people I can trust to be there for me, people I understand and I know understand me. Superman doesn’t and couldn’t. My parents don’t. My friends don’t… well one kind of can, but he’s going through so much himself…” she looked away at the memory before turning back to him with pleading eyes. “But you do. You talk to me, you interact with me in a way that hits me, that gets through all the anxiety, fear, and doubt. Not everyone can do that, almost nobody. I need you… and our other teammates,” she added on quickly, blushing slightly at the words she was saying. “You, all of you, are special to me and more important to me than the Justice League. You’re my Team, not just because we were assigned to each other, but because we fit together.”

Conner stared at her speechlessly, breathlessly. She needed him. She had said it. He helped her in a way nobody else could. But in the same breath reminded him she was a teammate. And as she had said time and time again, she doesn’t date teammates. But she needed him. She needed her teammate and if he was being honest with himself, he needed her too. It wasn’t the way he wanted to be needed, but he was needed. He pulled her into a hug, and rested his head on hers and sighed. “Found family, right?” He swallowed down the bitter taste the words left on his tongue.

She smiled and hugged him tighter, slowing down her rapidly beating heart. “Right. Found Family.” She wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince herself or him.

He nodded and flicked his eyes over to the television. “How about that movie night?”

She pulled away and gave him a small smile. “That sounds good.”

Chapter 7

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cutietobio · 5 years ago

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scenarios w iwaizumi, lev and yaku with an s/o who usually dresses super conservative and comfort>style but wants to try stepping out of her comfort zone so on one of their dates she shows up more put together and wearing clothes that show a bit more skin? (like off the shoulder tops, shorts, skirts w/o leggings etc) n the boys get a little flustered or excited?? ;);) thank u! im trying to step out kf my comfort zone too so i felt like this would b cute nd make me more motivated not to give up!!

mmm yessss good stuff. this is the fluff I’m after. I hope you enjoy these, anon!! and I really really hope they motivate you because you’re beautiful and deserve to feel comfortable!! i love how these scenarios gradually increase in word amount as I go along I’m so sorry for the inconsistency oops.

IWAIZUMI

For your movie date with Iwaizumi, you were feeling a bit experimental with your choices in clothing. Instead of your usual conservative style, you wore a shorter skirt with your legs fully exposed, choosing not to wear leggings like you usually did. The rest of your outfit went along together nicely, but you felt a little self-conscious whilst overlooking yourself in the mirror. You have never taken such a risky clothing choice before, one gust of wind and your legs wouldn’t be the only thing on display. Luckily, the evening weather was quite calm.

Your heart pounded loudly in your chest as you approached the movie theatre, eyes scanning the many bodies of people in search of your boyfriend. You spotted him leaning against the wall, casually watching the crowd walk by, your mouth dried at the sight of him. His style was one you always loved, a mixture between edgy and casual. He looked good, and you could only hope he thought the same about you.

“Hey, Hajime-kun!” you greet with a friendly smile, opting to stand a few feet away from him due to nerves. Your voice caught his attention immediately and he opened his mouth to ask why you were standing all the way over there until his eyes fell on your outfit and his words died off in his throat, his eyes widening at your exposed skin.

“Babe?” you question, your smile fading ever-so-slightly. You weren’t sure whether his speechlessness was meant to excite or worry you.

“You…You look nice,” Iwaizumi muttered out, coughing into his fist as he turned to look to the side, avoiding eye contact with you. The tips of his ears were tinged red and his cheeks were equally as flushed. Catching this, your smile widened.

“Thank you, but I think you look better.” He scoffed at your words and held an arm out for you, which you hooked your own arm around without a moment to spare.

“Whatever, believe that. Let’s get inside,” you nodded in reply, enjoying his blushing state. Both of you shuffled inside, buying your tickets and snacks before heading into the movie.

After your date, Iwaizumi took you home. Both of you stood outside your house, gazing at each other, neither wanting to leave.

“You looked great tonight. I think you should…dress like this more often,” Iwaizumi trailed off shyly, annoyed by how fast his heart was beating just by standing so close to you.

“Really? I was actually worried you wouldn’t like it. I’ve never dressed outside my comfort zone like this before but… you make me feel beautiful, so maybe I will,” you offer him a delicate smile, blushing hard at your admittance.

“I make you feel beautiful?” Iwaizumi questioned in a whisper, and you nodded in reply. He appeared to be taken aback by your words.

“Yes, you do.” There was a bit of lingering silence before Iwaizumi took a step closer to you, his hand grasping your own gently.

“I’ll make sure you always feel that way.”

LEV

Your boyfriend always took you out on fun dates that mainly consisted of you going outside, you thought it would be time to dress more appropriately for the occasion of the summer festival that he wanted to take you to. The afternoon sun would be hot, added with the running around he would likely make you do, you wanted to expose more skin to keep you cool. That and you also wanted to push yourself to dress outside of your comfort zone and experiment with new styles.

You wore a cropped t-shirt, with a denim overalls/denim shorts and a suiting pair of shoes. Having never worn something so exposing before, you were obviously a bit self-conscious and found yourself continuously tugging at the hem of your shirt to cover up your skin. Due to its short cut, the material merely snapped back in place. It was too late to bail and wear something else as you were already a few minutes late for your date, so you swallowed up your doubt and headed out.

Lev was standing at the festival’s colourful entrance, actively searching the heads of people in hopes of spotting you. You did text him saying you were running a bit late, but he had faith you would be there any second now. Once he saw you, you were given no time to prepare and anticipate his reaction to your outfit, as he immediately manoeuvered through the crowd and brought you close to him with a tight hug.

“Found you!” he laughed out joyously with closed eyes, which popped wide open as he felt the silky texture of your skin underneath his hands. Pulling back, he stared down at you in curiosity. You gulped, wishing the earth would swallow you up as he took in your appearance.

“Waah! You look so beautiful!” Lev cried out, bringing you into another hug which you slowly returned whilst processing his words. He…liked it? “You always look beautiful, but these clothes on you look great!” He pulled away again, examining you with gleaming eyes of adoration.

“Thanks, I was nervous that you might not like it…” you admit sheepishly.

“Me?! How could I dislike anything about you?!” he whined out about your assumption, “you worry too much, princess! Let’s go have some fun!” Before you could blink, Lev grabbed his much larger hand in your own, lacing his fingers with yours as he guided you safely through the crowd. Despite his exciting demeanour, he always handled you with such care and love it made your heart swell.

Throughout the day, Lev could barely shut up about how great you looked. He would constantly remind you how good you looked with your outfit and point out things he liked about it. You ended your day with one last ride on the Ferris wheel, and whilst furthest from the top, he turned to look at you.

“I’m glad you’re feeling more comfortable!” his words touched your heart directly, and you hugged him, catching him off guard slightly but he returned the hug a second later.

“I should thank you for that, you’ve made me feel more open to trying new things. Like…getting on a Ferris wheel,” you giggle, breaking from the hug to peer down the edge of the cart. You paled at how high up you were, but Lev tugged you back before you could worry about the height more.

“I’ll always be here to support you, princess!” he said with his usual happy tone, nuzzling his cheek against the top of your head.

YAKU

Your boyfriend had always enjoyed taking you on traditional and romantic dates, this time, he had really outdone himself, wanting to take you to a pretty fancy restaurant where even a dress code was required. You took this opportunity to exit your comfort zone when it came to your style choices and decided to go shopping for a dress. It hugged your figure perfectly, exposing your collarbone and also dipping to your lower back. You had never worn something like it before and scrutinized it intently in the mirror.

Despite the unease you felt wearing it, you forced yourself to ignore those feelings and finished dressing with a pair of heels/flats and minimal accessories since the dress itself was quite eye-catching. You were dropped off at the restaurant and entered in, hoping your nervousness didn’t display across your features.

A figure approached you from your peripheral vision and you turned to find Yaku looking handsome in a crisp black suit. Your heartbeat wildly against your chest, feeling much more nervous than before. He looked so good, you could practically be moved to tears. At that moment, you forgot all about the insecurity you felt wearing your uncharacteristic dress and smiled at him warmly.

“(Name), wow…” he stated breathlessly, taking in the sight of you. He felt his cheeks warming up instantly, convinced that he truly had the most breathtaking girlfriend in the world. Yaku wished he could tell you that, but he feared you might think him to be too cheesy. “You look stunning,” his eyes met yours and he held out an arm for you to take.

“Thank you, I’m glad it’s okay,” you mumble with a blush matching his own, latching onto his forearm as he redirected you to your table that was decorated with white and gold cutlery and trinkets.

“Okay?” he turned to give you an incredulous look, “It’s more than okay, you really made me lose my breath back there.”

“Stop,” you whine out softly, dipping your head to hide your worsening blush. Yaku merely chuckled, kissing your temple and pulling your chair out for you. You thanked him after having been scooted forward and the evening was spent indulging in delicious food and almost crying of laughter due to your wild conversations. He took your mind off of everything, and you honestly felt good in your dress.

Once the evening came to a close after desert, Yaku offered to drive you home rather than taking an Uber. Obviously, you agreed and enjoyed furthering your conversation in the warm confines of his car as you could admire him openly and tease him about keeping his eyes on the road if he turned to meet your gaze.

Upon reaching home, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, Yaku making no attempts to unlock the doors and you making no attempt to question why. You wanted to stay with him longer, so even if they were unlocked, you wouldn’t have left.

“Thank you for tonight, you really spoil me too much,” you speak softly, for it’s easy to hear each other over the dead silence.

“I don’t think I’m spoiling you, I’m treating you to what you deserve,” he argues warmheartedly, turning to give you a small smirk. It fell quickly, as his face morphed into that of seriousness.

“Oh no,” you express with a small laugh, “I know that look, you’re gonna-”

“You look really beautiful, (Name), I mean it. I can’t express how glad I am that you’re feeling more comfortable with yourself, and even around me. That really means the world to me,” Yaku declares with the utmost sincerity, grabbing both of your hands in your own.

Your eyes narrow affectionately, your mouth opening but closing shortly after as you have nothing to say. Pulling your hands from his, you reach over and tug him into a hug, your arms around his neck and your chin resting on his shoulder.

“Mori-kun, I swear I’m going to marry you one day,” you mumble, sighing out contently as he rubs small circles into the exposed skin of your lower back.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #lev #lev x reader #yaku #yaku x reader

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ddaenggtan · 5 years ago

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666 Butterfly Kisses | ksj | m

The Most Unedited™️. I wrote this straight in Tumblr drafts like a heathen so I barely got a word count for y’all. Entirely here because @personawife loves 666jin despite having known nOTHING about him and also because @minyoonkeeks is the biggest jin stan ever and deserves jin smut on her our birthday, even if its the unedited trash this is dammit, so happy birthday keeks, i hOPE it isn’t awful and lives up to the Jin Standard

-note: this can be read as a standalone, but is part of my 666verse, with the same MC as the other two, which I really should make a masterlist for at this point. This is set somewhere around Renaissance Italy, but like, not really. I know nothing about history except what I know from Assassin's Creed so.

Warnings/Genre | vamp!reader, fae prince!jin, historicalish, sword fighting (not an innuendo), oral: female, throat riding (yes, you read that right), unprotected sex (you are not a vampire or a fae or in renaissance Italy, but you cAN get stis and babies, plEASE use condoms), creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dirty talk, praise, slight blood drinking mentions at the end but nothing graphic

pairing | ksj x reader

word count | 4.7k

Cool air brushes your shoulders as you strut onto the balcony. The ballroom is crowded and loud and hot, especially with the several layers to your dress. The twilight air is soothing against your heated skin, and you do your best to ignore the way the lace at the edges of your mask tickles your skin.

You only stay outside for a minute; there's too much to do for you to keep to yourself for longer than a moment. Your friends - if you can call them that; you have no doubt they would stick a knife in your back the moment it became beneficial to them - are still suspicious and on edge. Not without reason, either. Tonight would be the best night for an assassination; crowded and masked and distracting as the ball is, it's almost too easy to sneak inside.

As proved by the man wandering in from the courtyard.

Your eyes stay on him as he enters the ball and begins to mingle; whatever fabric his clothes are made of is transcendent. They sparkle in the candlelight and ripple like water as he struts around the room, accented by the golden accessories and trim. His mask matches, a beautiful gold with black around the edges designed to mimic a butterfly, and it all sets off the tan of his skin in a most beautiful way.

It's curious; you would know if you'd seen him before, you're sure, yet someone as starkly noticeable as he would be a terrible assassin.

Nevertheless, you're here to do a job and gain a favor, so you make your way back into the ballroom. You catch his eye for a brief second, sending a coy smile before curtsying lightly and disappearing into the throng of dancers.

The dancing of this century is much more structured than before; it brings you comfort to know that so long as you know the steps, you can't make a fool of yourself. Your partner for the moment is a well-known merchant. He's not particularly handsome, or charismatic, but he's kind enough, and his hands don't wander.

Still, you catch the mysterious stranger's eye several times as he joins the dancing himself. The light catches on his jeweled throat-piece nearly much as it catches on your own ruby that's situated on your chest, just shy of being proper.

The partners change, and you catch his eye once more. You bite back a smile when you see him dancing with Lady Montilyet, a sweet girl who knows more than she should about you but never fails to get flustered when you wink at her. Her cheeks tint when you catch her eye, and the Butterfly looks intrigued when he next looks at you.

Too soon your partners change again and you lose track of him, distracted with keeping wandering hands away from the dagger stored in your bodice and the poison stashed in your hollowed ring. They're there as precautions, of course, one can never be too careful, but there are a handful of people here who are acutely aware of just how willing you are to use them, should the situation arise.

"Someone is deep in thought." You blink and smile when you find Butterfly before you, bowing deeply for the start of the dance.

"I was," You agree as you curtsy in return. "Surely you don't wish to hear about a lady's idle thoughts, though, good sir."

"You may call me Farfalla," He says easily, taking one of your hands in his and leading you in the steps. "May I have your name in return?"

"You may call me whatever you wish," You tell him; it's habit at this point. You don't think anyone there knows the name you were born with, and it's been so long ago that even you only remember because you force yourself to do so.

"Well then," Butterfly - Farfalla - says with an amused grin, "I shall call you Fiora. All butterflies are attracted to flowers, are they not?"

"Some," You agree. He spins you in the air in time with the others and you ignore the rush of elation that comes with it. It's a new feeling; you're usually better than this at remaining impartial to potential assassins. "Now what is a butterfly such as yourself doing in a garden such as this?"

"I could ask the same of you," He counters. "I'm sure I've never seen such a beautiful flower. Not in a Medici garden, for sure."

"Is a Medici garden somehow lesser?" You ask, surprised. He may as well have just spat in their faces, at their own event no less. Your allies have their fair share of enemies, but none so bold as to insult them so obviously.

"Not at all," He says as he steps back into a deep bow. "Merely an observation that they tend to choose their blooms for popularity, when the most stunning of gardens are cultivated for the rarity of the blossom and the beauty of the petal."

You dip into a curtsy but before you can ask him anything else, he's whisked away by the giggling wife of some beaurocrat and you're left to politely decline the invitation to continue from someone in a swan mask. Instead you turn and make your way carefully towards the back of the room, where you know Niccoló is lurking, and you oretend you can't feel the weight of the Butterfly's eyes on you the whole way.

The night is calming down slightly. The drunkards have either passed out or left and now all that's left is the hundred or so people who have actual business to conclude. You can see Giovanni near the doors to the balcony, chatting amicably with Leonardo. At least, it looks amicable. You never know with Giovanni; he tends to smile while he watches people drown.

You run your palms over the skirts of your dress, cursing the fabric. It's the softest silk available and yet it still feels coarse to the touch after feeling the Butterfly's garments. Even if he is an assassin, you really need to find out who his tailor is, because snyone that can stitch the night sky together and drape it over someone's shoulders like that needs to be in your employ. Speaking of the Butterfly, your eyes dart around for the millionth time, doing their best to spot the tall man amidst the crowd. It's curious that you haven't been abke to, because he's done nothing but draw your eye all night. He's proven charismatic and charming, always ready with a witty quip or a perfectly chosen compliment, and you wish it didn't make heat roll under your skin.

The waning candlelight has you nervous; the wicks are burned nearly to the base, and the smell of it always makes your stomach turn. It also adds to the shadows in the room, providing ample areas to hide away. It's useful for you, of course, but also for anyone else.

Particularly butterflies.

With a sudden gust of air, the balcony doors burst open; the scent of camellias drifts in with them and you frown at the familiarity of it. You're already moving, taking advantage of the way everyone has stilled as half the remaining candles have blown out. You remember where Giovanni and Niccoló were, for the most part, and when you get close, you can only just catch the glimpse of gold darting away.

When you get there, Niccoló is cradling Giovanni on the ground and waves you off.

"He's fine, just startled, go, now," Niccoló tells you. You bristle slightly at being given orders from a mere human, but you also know that he's right. You're off down the halls without another moment wasted, chasing the twinkling stars kf fabric down the halls. It's pitch black and you're glad for your superior vision as you run, otherwise you'd likely have lost your target long ago.

You turn the corner into a long entryway and barely duck out of the way as an ornately carved dagger flies at your face. You pull your own out and tuck it against your arm.

"I see this butterfly bites," You call. There's a stifled laugh from the room, and you hate that you're endeared by the sound.

"Says the flower who hid her thorns," He calls back. You dart inside and behind a column, avoiding another dagger in the process. A careful peek around the stone shows that he's had a similar idea; you can just catch a glimpse of his soft brown hair peeking out. The glint of light against steel catches your eye and you realize he's picked up a sword somewhere. That won't do at all, not when you've just got a dagger. You look around and smile when you catch sight of two of Giovanni's rapiers mounted on the wall.

"Did you really expect me not to have thorns?" You call to him, tiptoeing your way around the column and towards the one beside it. Your footsteps are muffled against the marble floor, and you're hoping your voice does more to distract from them.

"No, flowers that pretty always have thorns," Butterfly says with a laugh in his voice. You can hear him moving as well, and you dart towards the rapiers as another dagger slams into the stone where your head was.

You rip the blade off the wall and duck behind a column again, doing your best to ignore the fire burning under your skin. No one's gotten to you like this in a long while, and you'll be damned if you let a would-be assassin do so.

"So tell me," You call into the echoes of the hall, ears straining to hear if he's moving. "Why would a butterfly want to kill one of the de Medicis?"

A noise almost like a scoff echoes around you, bouncing off the marble. You can't pinpoint where he is, and your eyes strain to see him even with your enhanced vision.

"Why would a flower?" He whispers into your ear. You jump and turn, dagger swinging wide toward where his voice was. It's a useless attempt, too easy for him to dodge as his own rapier slices through the air towards you. You parry and step back, doing your best to regain control.

"Flowers can be poisonous, but only to those who treat them wrong," You tell him, attempting a thrust and jab only for him to sidestep.

"Butterflies are the same, and yet I'm left with no real answers." He attempts his own jab that you quickly deflect, and the banter quiets for a while as you both focus on the swordfight. He's a skilled opponent, definitively better than you are; he moves with a grace and fluidity you've never seen before, and it only makes the heat in your belly that much worse. The hunger begins to seep in as well, and your vision clouds as your mind wanders to what he might taste like.

It's a poor thing to think, especially since it gives him the opening he needs. Moments later he has you against the wall, the blade of the rapier balanced carefully against your throat. You bite back a curse, but he can no doubt see it in the twitch of your nose and curl of your lip.

"So do I get an answer before you kill me?" You ask him. "Why would you want Giovanni dead?"

"Me?" He asks, a laugh in his voice. "You're the one trying to kill him." You cock a brow, barely visible over your mask.

"I assure you, I am not. It's a terrible businessman what kills his customers."

Butterfly frowns and his eyes narrow slightly. He reaches a gloved hand up and runs his thumb across your cheek, a light touch that makes you shiver nonetheless. It's only a breath later that he's tugging your mask off and studying your face.

"You," He says softly. "Vampire?"

"Yes," You say, letting your mouth hang open slightly so he can the fangs at each side. "And how do you know of me and mine?"

He grins, amused and secretive. "I trust you aren't one to bite the hand that feeds you, then." The wink he sends almost has you laughing at his joke.

Almost.

"No promises about the hand that has a blade to my throat," You warn. His lips quirk in an unvoiced laugh and he steps back, sliding his rapier back into place on his hip.

"I'm not trying to kill Giovanni," Butterfly says. "I owed him a favor that I'm repaying, much as I suspect you are, by being a watchful eye at his events for the time being."

It makes more sense than him being an assassin. He'd be a terrible assassin; he draws too much attention.

"You were running because...?"

"I thought I saw someone run this way. And then I was being chased, and assumed you were trying to kill me instead now."

"Fair assumption, I suppose." You can still feel his chest against yours, the scent of peach blossoms on the air around him. He hasn't stepped away at all, and your mouth is watering with the need to taste him.

"You look hungry, petal," He whispers. There's a laugh in his voice and you have to admit, it only makes him more attractive. A vision appears, him sprawled underneath as you taste him, but he steps back a ways before you can. "Go get dinner. I'll tell Giovanni and Niccoló that there was nothing to worry about tonight."

He's gone before you can protest. You didn't even see him move; one minute he was there and now he's not, no sign that he even existed save for the mask at your feet.

Your hands tremble slightly as you pick it up, and you don't know why but you hold on to it the entire way to your home.

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Weeks pass. You haven't seen him again, not at any of the parties that Giovanni throws or the meetings that Niccoló organizes. Nowhere, no matter how much you look.

You mourn that fact as you sit at your vanity, silk sleeping gown cascading down your crossed legs. Your mirror is useless; its made with silver and offers no reflection, and you hope that there will be something better in the next hundred years so that you can stop relying on your maids to make you look respectable.

The window to your room clicks open with a breeze, the scent of peach blossoms strong on the air before he appears. You watch it happen in the mirror; the swirl of shadow and mist and flowers before he steps inside completely.

"At least I ask for an invitation first," You tell him. "Imagine the scandal if anyone were to know you sneak into an unwed woman's rooms at the dead of night."

He steps forward and presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Apologies," He whispers. "It did take me a fair while to find your abode, though. And I am a very busy man." He looks up into the mirror and smiles at where your reflection should be. He's even more gorgeous without the mask; full pillow lips, soft brown eyes, bone structure that humans would kill to be born with.

"I suppose the fae prince is indeed a busy man." The way he stiffens only confirms your suspicions, and the fact that you were right just spurs you on. "I can't imagine what he would be doing here with me."

"Maybe he likes not being treated like a prince for once."

"Maybe he should tell me what he wants so we can make an arrangement that will suit both of us."

"Is it not enough that I want you?" He groans, burrowing his nose into your neck and inhaling. "Won't you give yourself to me?"

"No," You tell him simply. He pouts as you stand, but he doesn't fight you as you push him towards the lush bed at the far end of the room. "But I will give you this one night."

"I'll take it," He says.

His lips are on yours in a heartbeat, sealing your deal and encouraging the fire between your legs. You push him back until he sits on the bed and you climb up to straddle him, his hands gripping the backs of your thighs to keep you steady.

"You're radiant," He tells you. "Breathtaking in so many ways."

"Stop talking," You respond as you dart down to suck a bruise onto his neck. You've not been able to stop thinking about it; marking it, drinking from it, his throat has featured in nearly every fantasy that you've had lately and you're more than ready to taste the real thing.

He goes without resistance when you push him onto his back, pulling your hips down to grind against the tent in his pants. Your wetness is already seeping through the silk of your gown and you can't find it in you to be embarrassed.

"On my face," He says, panting. "Want you to ride my tongue." Heat hits you again and you nod. You like to think you're always graceful, but you know how you must look, scrambling to hike your gown up to your waist and plant your knees on either side of his head.

He isn't afraid to tease, giving soft kitten licks to the sensitive skin of your thigh before darting in to lap at your folds for real. Your moans can't be contained so you don't try; you've had several bed partners, but none have felt like this between your legs.

"Christ, Butterfly-"

"Jin," He says, hands gripping your ass to lift you up. "You can call me Jin tonight." He's back to work in no time, tongue dipping into your tight heat to swirl around before licking up to your clit so he can suckle on it.

"God, Jin, yes!" Your hands grip his hair tightly and he moans into your folds at the feeling. It only spurs him on, sucking hard on your clit before he starts to fully fuck you with his tongue. It's a glorious feeling and you nearly cum just from that as you grind yourself down onto him. It's been too long since you had a partner as enthusiastic as you are, and it shows with the way your legs tighten around his neck.

A strangled choke comes from between your thighs and you lift off him immediately.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"No," He interrupts. With a brief scoot, he's watching you with eyes blown black, your wetness dripping down to land on his neck. His chin is already soaked, but something about seeing yourself on his neck - something you've already fantasized about tasting - has your hips moving in aborted thrusts.

He notices and cocks a brow. It only lasts a moment before realization creeps over him, eyes turning impossibly darker as his grip on your thighs tightens. He moves one hand to the small of your back, guiding you carefully down until your folds rest against his throat.

"What...what are you-"

"Ride," He commands. There's power in his voice, an authority that even you can't question, so you do. Your hips are guided by his hand on your back, and you can't lie, it's heavenly. His throat is thick and firm against your heat, and provides the perfect amount of pressure to your aching clit. His Adam's apple hits you just right, and you're moaning before you can even register the sound. Jin himself is clearly into it; the hand not on your back has disappeared, and if you cared enough to pay attention, you might look back to see it rubbing gently at his hardened length.

As it stands though, he's gasping for breath against your weight and the way it makes his throat clench makes you clench in return. You grind hard against his throat and he moans - loud and unabashed; the vibrations go straight to your clit, and the heat inside of you nearly explodes at the feeling. It's one thing to hear someone moan, and it's another thing to feel them moan while they eat you out. But to feel their throat vibrate with pleasure as you ride it?

Transcendent.

You raise slightly to allow him to breathe, hips still grinding mercilessly against his skin for any sense of friction. He pushes you back down and gives you a taunting smile.

"Are you close, petal?" He asks, vibrations from his voice making you whine. "You're so close just from grinding on my throat. I wonder what would happen if I touched you right now. Would you cum for me so easily?" You whimper and nod.

"Please, Jin, I want to cum," you gasp. Something about it strikes a nerve in him, because he groans again. You're already half-gone, but then he swallows; his Adam's apple hits your clit hard and your orgasm explodes through you.

Jin waits until you're finished spasming on top of him before he flips you around, carefully laying you back on your bed before stripping out of his shirt and unlacing his leather breeches to pull himself out.

You'd heard rumors about the fae, of course; everyone said they were supernaturally gifted in certain areas. You'd previously thought that was all a trick, one of the many ways they use their magic to goad humans into selling their souls. Looking at Jin, though, is a learning experience. There's no magic in the way that he weighs down his hand, or the throbbing purple of his head. Not in the way he strokes it slow and languid as he settles between your thighs.

The stretch as he slides into you is all too real, and has you quaking around him.

"Oh my god, Jin," You gasp, hands darting up to grip his broad shoulders. "Fuck, you're huge."

"Thank you," He chuckles, continuing to press his length into you. It isn't hard; you're soaked and relaxed after your orgasm, and all too willing to take every inch he gives you. When he finally bottoms out, you both groan, your pussy contracting around his thick shaft.

No one that big had ever been inside you, and he was reaching places nobody else ever had.

"Fuck, my pretty petal," He whispers as he slides halfway put before pushing back in. "You're so wet for me, petal. Did you like that then? You liked riding my throat so hard you came on it?" You moan and your walls flutter around him, and he takes the opportunity to speed up.

It doesn't take long for him to begin really pounding into you. Your legs are hitched up around his waist, ankles crossed over his lower back as he slams into you over and over again. The curses you spew are in so many languages you can't count them all, a mixture of all the ones you've learned in your time on this earth, and Jin sounds like he's praying, the way he's moaning softly above you.

It's minutes before you can feel the string inside you growing taut once more. Jin must notice because his palms push at your calves until your knees are as close to your shoulders as they can get, and suddenly he's that much deeper inside. You can feel him up to your cervix, fucking hard and fast into you, and he watches as you bring one hand down to tease circles into your clit.

"Beautiful, petal. Love watching you touch yourself for me, watching you cum for me. Come for me, let me feel you come on my cock, give me another and I'll give you all the seed you could ever need. Does that sound nice, petal?" You nod, fingers speeding up as his thrusts become more pointed, searching.

It takes four. Four thrusts for him to find that spot inside you that makes universes bloom behind your eyelids. You scream when he does, pushing down hard on your clit so that the constant pressure might distract you, might prolong the feeling.

"Oh no, sweetheart," Jin tuts gently. He drops a hand to push yours away from your clit and resumes the teasing himself. It's different when it's him; where you had been keeping rythm with his thrusts, he doesn't bother, instead moving slowly and teasingly against the bundle of nerves as he continues to pound hard and fast into your heat. "No, I want to feel this sweet pussy come around me. I want to watch you fall apart on my cock, and then I want to fuck you full of my cum. Will you make that happen for me, my sweet petal? Will you be a good girl for me?"

You don't even get a chance to warn him before you're coming, contracting so hard around him that you're worried he might get pushed out.

It doesn't stop him though; he continues his thrusts. He changes it though, shifts so he's sitting back on the bed and you're in his lap, propped up against his chest so he can thrust up into you. His hands are on your hips, lifting you up just to pull you down to meet his hips as they fuck harder into you.

"Very good, petal," He murmurs. "You were so good, so now it's my turn, right? I get to use your pretty pussy. God, you're too fucked out to even speak, aren't you?" You manage a quick nod and he laughs, sweet and lilting, and pinches at your nipple. A third orgasm rushes through you and you're jolting against him, riding the waves as he continues fucking you through the overstimulation.

"Fuck, you're so good for me, the perfect flower. Can you give me one more, petal? One more orgasm. I know you can do it."

"No," You whine, even as your hips grind down to meet him. "Can't, I'm, too much."

"Okay, petal, okay," He whispers, massaging the muscles in your back as he fucks you. "Fuck, you're so fucking wet, the perfect pussy for me. You take it so well, like you were made for me."

"Was," You mutter, too high on your own orgasms to manage proper words. "Made...just for you..." There's more you want to say, like how the smell of peach blossoms has always been your favorite and how you've never seen anyone handle a dagger or a rapier like he does, but it won't come out.

It seems to do the trick though, because a minute later, you can feel him coming inside you. It triggers a fourth orgasm, both of you shuddering as you ride the highs. You pant ass he slides you off his dick and lays you back; he groans as he watches his cum slide out of you and stain the sheets underneath.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful like this," he whispers as he throws an arm over you and pulls you close. You don't respond, already half-asleep. "I'll have breakfast ready when you wake up, petal. You rest."

You manage a nod, a mumbled 'thank you' barely making it out before you're asleep.

When you wake the next evening, the scent of peach blossoms hangs in the air. Your thighs are almost as sore as your pussy, the bed is cold next to you, and there's a beautiful woman sitting at your vanity, brushing her hair. You frown at her, rubbing your face. She hears you moving and turns with a bright grin.

"Oh, you're awake. The Prince mentioned you might be hungry when you woke, so I'm here with breakfast." She stands, the silk nightie leaving nothing to imagination as she slides into the bed beside you.

"And where is the prince?" You ask her, already leaning forward to press kisses to her neck.

"He left you a - ah! - a note," She says as you sink your fangs into the tender flesh of her neck. You drink until you're sated and refreshed, and you wave her out after she's done cleaning herself up.

There is indeed a note left on your vanity, in the quick scrawl you imagine is Jin's.

Thanks for a good time, petal. I won't forget it. -Butterfly

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kimjoongs-main · 6 years ago

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reverse idol!jisung

↳ requested by: Anonymous

↳ type: bullet scenario

↳ warning(s): minor swearing

okay so you’re a member of a new girl group from SM, and you’re the main dancer

and our dear jisungie is an SM stan so when you guys first debuted he was there for it

jisung’s more of the super chill stan, but when he loves a group he l o v e s a group

at first he wasn’t too keen on your debut song, it didn’t necessarily fit his style of music much,,,,but then,,,,he went online and saw the fancam of you performing on stage and he just—

he fell in love instantly

jisung’s always been drawn to the dancers of the groups he stans bc he loves to dance himself

after watching your fancam, he immediately started to learn it,,,,and who’s part did he learn???? yours ofc :)

oh yeh i forgot to mention jisung has a dance cover account that he shares with his bff chenle, and sometimes jeno and jaemin make an appearance too

he called chenle up on the phone and was like “dude come over now we have new choreo to learn” and his excitement got chenle all excited too and he zoomed all the way to jisung’s house

these two spent like...2 hours learning the dance and then they fINALLY got it

after practicing a bit more, jisung decided it was good enough to record and post and that’s what they did

as they waited for the video to load, chenle asked “hey, wouldn’t it be cool if they noticed us?” and jisung just gives his best friend this look like nuh uh that’ll never happen and chenle just shrugs “you never know ji”

bUT LITTLE DID EITHER OF THEM KNOW,,,,CHENLE WAS ACTUALLY RIGHT BC THE VERY NEXT MORNING JISUNG RECEIVED AN ONSLAUGHT OF TEXTS FROM THE GC

he opened his phone and the first thing he saw was a picture jaemin sent him and he almost dropped his phone

bc the picture was a screenshot from your group’s ig story that showed you and another member from your group watching jisung and chenle’s cover of their song

and the caption written on the bottom said “wow! we’re glad to see how talented our fans are~ you guys did amazing!”

and yeah it was safe to say jisung almost fainted right then and there bc wHAT??? HE’S BEEN NOTICED??? AND BY YOU OF ALL PEOPLE????

he doesn’t even bother replying to the gc, he just kinda flops on top of his bed and stuffs his face in his blanket

he couldn’t focus at all at school that day and somehow ended up getting detention and chenle had to step up and defend his ass

after that incident, jisung’s love for you and your group only continued to grow and he was no longer a casual stan, but a full-fledged one

whenever you guys had a comeback, he would stay up late waiting for the mv to drop and when it did he’d just fanboy while flailing your lightstick around like an idiot

unfortunately he never had the opportunity or the money to attend any of your fansigns, fanmeets, or concerts

so he would just support through a phone/computer screen :’)

bUT ONE DAY chenle managed to score two spots at your upcoming fansigning and ofc he asked jisung to come w him on the condition that he bought chenle’s lunch for the next week and jisung just kinda died right then and there

this kid couldn’t tone down his excitement, so much so that renjun threatened to tie him to a chair so he’d stop moving

however the day finally came and jisung was just super super happy and on the car ride there he made his mom play your newest album and he and chenle just screamed the lyrics inside the car

once they got to the venue, jisung started bouncing around getting all excited and his hair kept floofing up and down w him :(

even chenle had to put his hands on jisung’s shoulders to calm him down just a bit

but once the line started moving, chenle couldn’t contain his excitement anymore either

they made their way inside along w the rest of the fans and sat down in their seats, waiting for you to come out

while they were chilling for a few minutes, chenle turns to jisung w this huge grin on his face and asks him if he thinks you’ll recognize them from the video

at first jisung gets all excited at the thought of it, but then he realizes

that video was posted a while ago and i bet they’ve seen more, better dance covers than ours so it’s highly unlikely they’ll recognize us

jisung starts pouting and tells chenle what he thinks and pretty soon they’re both just clutching onto your album and pouting

but that all goes away when some fans start freaking out and jisung strains his neck to see what’s going on and then he just freezes

bc “holy crap chenle omgomgokg they’re coming out omg” and jisung loses all his cool and starts hitting chenle rapidly on the shoulder

jisung’s never understood what the word starstruck meant,,,,until now

bc there you were, standing on the small platform w your members, a big beautiful and bright smile plastered on your face as you wave shyly to the fans

he almost drops the album he’s holding lol

but anyways, you guys each introduce yourself and jisung has to restrain himself from freaking out when it’s your turn

his other hand is currently gripping chenle’s so hard that chenle’s hand is turning white, but do either of them care at this point?? the answer is no

after introductions, you and your members sit down at the long table and soon fans start lining up to meet you

jisung and chenle are somewhere in the middle so it doesn’t take long before it’s their turn

you’re the last one at the table and the closer jisung gets to you the faster his heart races and his hands start to get clammy bc omg you’re literally two feet away from someone send help i feel dizzy

but then :’) he reaches you :’) and the smile that you give him :’) makes his heart flutter :’)

“hi! nice to meet you” you greet him and jisung shyly responds back, his nerves getting the best of him

you gently take the album from his fingers and open it to your pictures, looking up once again and asking him for his name

“oh,,,,my name’s j-jisung...park jisung” he manages to get out

but upon hearing his name,,,,,you freeze,,,,the tip of your marker hovering over the page as you whip your head up to stare at him in shock

jisung’s taken aback by your reaction and his furrows his eyebrows “is...is something wrong?” he asks and you just lean forward and narrow your eyes at him

“your name...i recognize that name...you wouldn’t happen to be the park jisung, would you? the one who does all those yt covers?”

...

jisung.exe has stopped working

i’m not kidding,,the kid just stopped

stopped blinking,,,,,stopped talking,,,,,,,stopped breathing—

you’re starting to get kinda worried so you laugh nervously “um, you okay jisung?” and that immediately snaps him out of it

he clears his throat and answers shakily “uhh yeah...that’s me...” and then he reaches up to rub the back of his neck awkwardly, refusing to meet your eyes

but then you brighten up instantly and you’re like “omg i’ve been a huge fan of yours! after i saw that dance cover you did with your friend, he was the one who was just here right, i watched your other videos and you’re so talented!”

jisung.exe has stopped working,,,,,again

okay not rlly but after hearing what you said jisung just kinda !!! and his heart goes wee bc holy shit you recognized him and even complimented him on his dancing

YOU OF ALL PEOPLE, THE ONE HE’S BEEN A HUGE FAN OF SINCE YOUR DEBUT JUST SAID THEY WERE A FAN OF HIS AND CALLED HIM TALENTED—

unfortunately, the moment was short-lived as your manager began rushing jisung to go so that the line could keep moving

but before he left, he told you “thank you so much that means so much coming from you!” and you flash him a sweet, genuine smile before turning to the fan in front of you

jisung almost tripped walking down from the platform, luckily chenle was there and he was watching the whole thing

when jisung came down, chenle just raised his eyebrows at him in confusion but jisung had this goofy grin plastered on his face and a dazed look in his eyes

once the two of them get back to their seats, chenle violently shakes jisung and is like “wtf happened up there why do you look like you just the lord himself jisung sNAP OUT OF IT”

and jisung just,,,,he looks at chenle and starts squirming and smiling sosososo big bc “chenle they recognized me! they recognized both of us, from the dance account! THEY SAID I WAS TALENTED”

and chenle just loses it and the two of them silently fanboy in their seats and the other fans just stare at them like wtf???

but the rest of the fansign, jisung’s just a happy little bean and your comment filled him with an infinite amount of motivation and he knew that once he got home he was going to practice and improve his dancing

soon the event comes to a close and you and your members walk up to the edge kf the platform again, thanking all the fans for coming and then making your way off stage

but before you leave, you see jisung and chenle and your eyes light up, and you unconsciously give the two of them a double thumbs up

which didn’t go unnoticed by either of them ofc

later on, when jisung gets home he immediately goes to his room and flops down on his bed and sighs happily

today might have been one of the best days of his life bc not only did he get to meet you in person, but you even recognized him and complimented him on his dancing

he looks over to the side and sees the album that he brought w him resting on his pillow

jisung rolls over and grabs the album, flipping through the pictures and stopping at the one you signed, expecting to see your signature

but no,,,,that’s not all

bc at the very bottom, right underneath your autograph,,,,is a mesage

“hey, it was so cool meeting you today! i can’t wait to see your dance cover of our new song ;) haha, just kidding! keep doing what you’re doing jisung, i’m you’re #1 supporter!”

jisung’s stomach does a flip again and his cheeks start to flush like skfkdkakwl wow

he takes a minute or a hundred and just kinda,,,,stares at his ceiling

but then suddenly he shoots up and grabs his laptop, searching thru yt until he finds the video he’s looking for: your dance practice

a few days later, you’re scrolling thru your twitter feed when you receive a yt notification

recognizing the channel, you gasp and immediately tap on it

seconds later, a video of jisung pops on the screen and the familiar sound of the bass fills your ears as you watch, fascinated by how flawlessly he executed the moves

once the video finishes, your finger moves to tap on the replay button and again, you’re just mesmerized by jisung’s talent and passion for dancing

you couldn’t help yourself at this moment so you hit the share button on the video and posted it on your twitter w the caption: “park jisung never disappoints 👍🏼”

#nct #nct dream #nct scenarios #nct dream scenarios #nct au #nct dream au #jisung scenarios #jisung #1000 follower milestone

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anxiety-trademark · 4 years ago

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The week in review:

Raw 09/28 NXT 09/30 NXT UK 10/01 Smackdown 10/02 Takeover 31 10/04

Raw:

*bell rings*, *Asuka runs straight at her opponent*, *gets punched once by some weak ass looking shot*, *collapses uselessly* PPPFFFFTTTTTTTT

I hate that elbow kick off thing Zelina does. Becky used to have a hold like that in nxt. Hated it then, too. Awful.

That hurricanrana where Zelina fell on her ass, though. Wow. Okay.

Is it just me that thought the modified grounded octopus took awhile to cinch in? That was in for so long lol.

Why are women barely jumping for these german suplexes lately?

Omg that one-armed suplex by Asuka was great.

That kickout by Asuka was incredibly well done. What a perfect stretch with perfect timing. Zelina even tucked the left arm. Points.

Oh nice didn’t know Zelina could do a moonsault. And right onto the knees so the Asuka lock can be set in. Nice. Good ending.

That was better than their Clash match, and Zelina showcased different things, even if I wasn’t a fan of some of it.

Ah the debut of Mandy and Dana as a tag team.

I really like Lana and Nattie together.

Oh wow decisions that make sense and are building toward something. What alternate universe have I stepped into? Please bring back GMs and stop being so lazy, please.

I really don’t understand why they moved these women like weeks before the draft.

Alright let’s swap momentum... it’s time Dana gets some comeback before tagging Mandy.

That full 180 flip Mandy did to Lana was really cool. Not sure if Lana was meant to land on her left knee or flat, but I think it was supposed to injure her left knee. Beautiful.

Points to Lana for the kickout, negative points to Nattie for jumping in after the three.

I wish Dana had hit a bigger move against Natalya at the end.

The pump knee strike by Mandy was a little messy, I would’ve ended it with her other finisher instead. Good match though. Glad to see Dana and Mandy pick up some sort of momentum, especially on their Raw debut.

Also good for Lana not having to go through the table for a week *applause*

Mandy is fine on the mic. It’s not awful, it’s not super compelling; totally serviceable. Dana though... always comes off like she’s acting rehearsed lines or reading off a script.

Nice transition into the next segment. Quarter point.

Whether I like the Bianca video packages or not, it’s always a pleasure to hear her song.

LOVED the incorporation of the hurdles. That’s what I want to see, that shows me an actual challenge. I have no doubt in her strength or speed; I in fact do believe she’s the strongest and the fastest. They just aren’t showcasing that right lol. Give me something more convincing. Girl was jumping over fucking hurdles, that’s convincing.

Highlight: Dana & Mandy vs Lana & Nattie

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NXT:

Shotzi has too long of an entrance imo.

Dakota Kai is such a spoiled little shit lmao. She’s so annoying. Big fan.

Really didn’t like Shotzi trying to do her ballpit line so early. I really wish she didn’t take so long to set it up as well.

Wow I hate that submission move Shotzi, I’m sorry. Dakota sells it like death though, so she gets a point.

Dakota’s style is way too fast for her to play a slow, methodical heel in the ring.

A one count lmao ballsy. Love Dakota’s reaction too.

Such a fan of Dakota’s selling.

Chicken wing german suplex into a pin? That was beautiful Shotzi, I agree. Great near fall.

A common complaint I have with women - even on the main roster - is how they go to do like a spear halfway through the ropes just to set up some counter to their move (kick, a pump kick, the rope hangup Bayley does, Charlotte shooting through the middle to roll you up) and that’s fine, but it’s always easily telegraphed. Step up please @ everyone.

oof that landing by Dakota; hit her face right on Shotzi’s knee.

What does Dakota call that kick, Scorpion or something? On the apron? Awesome stuff.

Holy shit that... flipping backdrop - (?) I don’t even know what to call that - on the apron was amazing, but holy shit Shotzi that landing was terrible. The concept is there but man you might wanna practice/modify that one a bit more.

Cool Rhea came down to fuck with Raquel, distracting Dakota, but the rollup was weak. Also weak that Rhea merely pushed Raquel into the steps once before walking back. Good match though.

Stalemate after a bunch of pin attempts with zero offense. Could live without these spots tbh.

Very close range kick, could’ve been set up far better.

Li rolls out of the ring, heel 101.

Kacy you can’t just yell at Kayden to get up lmao plz.

This is the first time I’ve seen any personality from Xia Li.

Ballsy one counts, what’s with the one counts tonight lmao.

Kacy is a bad cheerleader, just getting that out there.

I love that roll through + side kick combo Kayden does.

Whoa idk how Kayden pulled that win out of her ass, but good for her. I can see this is pushing Xia deeper into frustration every loss. Won’t complain about it, love to see Kayden win. Good, short match. A rollup works here.

Highlight: Dakota vs Shotzi

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NXT UK:

I love Xia Brookside’s music, but not with her or her entrance.

Now Jinny’s entrance/wardrobe/demeanor matches her music.

Sure Xia Brookside’s rolls were quick, but I’m not understanding why she rolled sideways lmao it’s like Link in Zelda.

If you’re not going to add an actual crowd or monitors, get rid of the hairdryer fans. If I can’t see them, and more importantly they don’t exist, then I don’t want to hear them.

Too many wrist locks. Also refs getting involved for no logical reason, just so the heel can take advantage, is annoying.

That back drop onto Jinny’s knee was ugly, hated the collapse. Took the impact out of it for me.

Nasty Irish Whip, points to both.

Nice flip off the hurricanrana.

Botched monkey flip. Perhaps Jinny didn’t think there was enough room for her to comfortably land; had she went for it and tucked her legs she definitely would’ve been fine. Feel like that was an amateur mistake, plenty of women would’ve just sold it with their legs getting caught up.

That was weird. Xia Brookside goes through all that trouble just to make sure she hit the monkey flip, just to lift Jinny’s head so Jinny could punch her. Weak.

Kick out was sloppy.

Xia Brookside is gassed and isn’t even doing any offense. Or selling. This match is odd. This would get booed on the MR.

Jinny stops to talk too much while wrestling. Obviously stalling. The dialogue isn’t even good for all of that noise.

Whatever. A match I could’ve lived without.

Lmao bow down? Queen of NXT UK?? Girl.... uh uh. Nah nah nah Go sit down.

Highlight: There was an Irish Whip into the corner that looked impactful

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Smackdown:

Alexa’s pyro was better timed than last week, but it could use improvement. This is important to me damn it.

You know Alexa, my spine feels cold and my body goes numb every time I smoke my weed. Has anyone asked this girl if she’s on drugs? Could just be drugs.

Kevin/wwe, I don’t need you to tell me she’s brainwashed. WE CAN SEE that she’s brainwashed. This has been escalating for like... 2 months lmao.

The hairdryer crowd being piped in kinda ruins this. This is set up like a scene from a horror movie and the noise is taking away from it. A live crowd probably would’ve stayed silent for her, you could’ve lessened the mass effect.

Love how she just sits there watching Kevin pace around. That’s good. She’s good. Love how Kevin knew she was calling to the Fiend with that line. That’s good. This is good.

She sits there poised and unafraid, yet intrigued with him. Like his queen.

The power of this angle and the fate of it succeeding lies solely on Alexa and her selling of it. If she doesn’t sell this or believe in it, or fucks up once, it shatters the entire mystique. Man I’m a huge fan of this story rn.

Glad I didn’t bother guessing who this mysterious woman was. The glitz and glamour has got nothing compared to the moonwalking, trashtalking, Princess of Staten Island.

Love the rainbow on the polaroid camera though.

Decent enough promo but that music was awkward.

Why did y’all make Sasha just stand out there shifting her feet staring at the hard cam lol.

This is all solid Sasha but like Bayley already admitted all of this lmao.

Yes, we know you saved her title like 15 times, we ALL agree with you.

I actually like the emotion written all over Sasha’s face that comes across as ALMOST awkward.

What I don’t like about this feud: Sasha’s still an asshole, and I’m not sure how I’m supposed to buy her as a babyface in like 3 weeks. She has the sympathy vote in a meta sense, sure, and I’ve been saying I want her to run SD on her own since November 2019, but that doesn’t mean she’s automatically a babyface within kf. Also annoying that they haven’t had a brawl that ends on equal footing, via interruption by officials or something. Also not sure how much I buy the character of Bayley being “too scared” to come to SD. If I could’ve gotten a quick interview by her, even if it’s her leaving the arena just as she finds out Sasha has arrived, that would’ve tied this together better.

Why she still staring at the hard cam lmao. Walk away. Leave. Make your exit. Alright whatever.

Highlight: Alexa becoming the Fiend’s queen

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Takeover 31:

Man true, I forget Io has beat both Charlotte and Sasha this year. What a big year for her.

Love how this entire “arena” is set up, but my covid-paranoia does not approve.

Lol that one single guy trying to start a chant, goodbye.

BEAUTIFUL corrected monkey flip by Io

The attempt at the springboard by Candice was there. Could’ve been cleaner.

Good transition having Candice counter Io into a backstabber in the corner, cuz that offense was taking way too long to set up.

Commentator attributed Candice being slow in the beginning because she’s sad Johnny lost. Tired of the Garganos being tied to each other.

Why is every female heel on every brand dragging people’s eyes/face across the ropes all of the sudden?

It was not a nice move, she needs to stop doing her poor woman’s version of Natural Selection. Done.

Y’all are losing me, give Io some momentum plz.

Every single heel wants to go slow and methodical. Ridiculous. Where’s Sasha.

This was not paced well, ESPECIALLY compared to their first match. Their first didn’t breathe enough and was a sprint with not enough selling, but it was still really good. This is paced on the complete opposite spectrum. And not good.

Io has the best dropkick in the division, especially when you consider how safe her landing is for her own body’s longevity.

Totally no sold that powerbomb, Io. That’s a yikes.

Lmao Io kicked out of Candice’s springboard moonsault. Haha.

Got a meteora, 2 backstabbers, and a crossface... again, where’s Sasha???

Lmfao 2 ref bumps and a fake referee. GOD I HATE HOW WOMEN’S MATCHES ARE BOOKED THIS YEAR. The first bump didn’t even look legit.

Io took a title shot to the face yet kicked out, and y’all out here calling Becky “Cena” for kicking out of a chair shot to the midsection? Annoying.

I’m now convinced Charlotte has the best Spanish fly in the entire women’s division.

Rich having Toni do a promo directly aimed at Io, considering Toni beat her to win the MYC. Also rich how unbothered Io seemed lmao.

Ahhh the nxt women’s champion that should’ve won her title by defeating Asuka. We remember her well. Injured herself chasing the 24/7 title back when they were running the Becky/Charlotte vs Sasha/Bayley feud. Good times.

Highlight: Io’s theme song

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*NXT shined the brightest out of all the other shows, but I’d be remiss if I didn’t give major props to specifically Alexa Bliss.

#wwe #issa review #feel free to ignore these #cuz who tf cares lesbihonest #today's props goes to:#alexa bliss

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