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Happenstance

Bang Chan x AFAB! Reader x Seungmin Synopsis: After you're late night encounter with your ex, you face Seungmin, life unravels and you rekindle a romantic relationship and it proves forgiveness really is possible. Warnings: Smut, fingering, oral (F. receiving) p in v (Be safe!), angst, health issues. I think that's it. A/N: Part 4! Thank you from the bottom of my heart for supporting this mini series! I do hope you continue to follow my writings, but if not, thank you for reading! Your support is so encouraging and appreciated!

Previous Chapter

Rekindle

You walk into the house, Seungmin on the couch, the tv the only light in the room. Your heart thuds in your ears.

“Where were you?” He asks not taking his eyes off the tv. You open your mouth to speak but you can’t. He forces his neck to crane towards you, anger, hurt, and fear flashing in his eyes.

He looks at you expectantly.

“I um,” you say quietly. Seungmin sighs.

“Just tell me,” he says turning his attention back to the random infomercial on the screen, “Were you with him?”

“Who?”

“Don’t do that,” he says quietly, “You know who I’m talking about.”

“What are you even doing up?” you ask trying to change the subject.

“Fuck, y/n,” his voice booms before he shakes his head.

“Just tell me, you owe me that.” He says. You take a deep breath.

“Yes,” you breathe out, feeling like the weight of the world crashed into you. Seungmin doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t move for what feels hours, but it’s only seconds. He gets up, going to bed and you feel the tears. You chase after him.

“Seungmin,” you whimper out.

“Seungmin please, it didn’t mean anything, I swear it didn’t.” A few stray tears make their way down your cheeks as you enter the bedroom with him.

“What didn’t mean anything?”

Damn.

When you don’t answer he turns, looking at you, angry.

Hurt.

Betrayed.

“What didn’t mean anything, y/n,” he says. He fears he knows the answer, but he needs to hear it.

“We, god Seungmin you have to believe me, he wanted to see me, started talking about how he missed me, and we didn’t officially have sex, but it, we,” your breaking down, words escaping you.

“Did he force himself on you? Did he hurt you?” Seungmin didn’t want you to be hurt, obviously, but that was the only way his suspicion would be wrong.

You shake your head no, knees hitting the hardwood floor beneath you. Seungmin stays quiet, taking it in.

He takes a deep breath, stepping past you. You get up, quickly following him. He grabs his car key.

“Seungmin please, don’t leave. I know I don’t deserve it but I swear to God I don’t want him. I want you, I want us and I want Mi cha to have you around and I’m begging you please don’t leave,” your voice breaks and shakes but you don’t care.

“He did it to me I didn’t reciprocate I didn’t do anything, hell I left right after.”

“So you didn’t stop it?” He asks just over his shoulder, his profile only visible.

“Seungmin,” you sob. Seungmin’s hand squeezes around his car keys before he walks out, leaving you to fall to the floor in tears.

The next morning you wake up, no missed calls no texts, nothing from Seungmin. You sigh as you have to get Mi Cha ready for school. Seungmin usually takes her, but not today.

“Why isn’t appa taking me?” she asks as you run around like a chicken with your head cut off.

“He um, baby he’s not here.” You say no better words coming to mind.

“Why?”

“He’s just not Mi Cha, please just eat your breakfast, ok? We have to go soon and I don’t,” you’re interrupted by a knock on the door.

Relief floods you.

You open the door, but Seungmin’s face isn’t the one you see.

It’s Chan.

You grit your teeth.

“What do you want?” you snap quietly.

“Woah, good morning to you too.”

“Chris, I’m fucking busy I don’t have time,” you go to shut the door in his face.

“Y/n, wait, I wanted to apologize. I shouldn’t have called, I had a little too much to drink, I wasn’t in my right state of mind, I’m-I’m sorry. I swear it’ll never happen again.” You huff.

“You’re damn right it won’t. You are not to be here without Seungmin present. Which includes now, goodbye.”

“Wait, he’s not here?” His foot stops the door.

“No, I told him what happened and he fucking left. So, thanks for that.”

“Christopher!” you hear your daughter yell as you wipe some stray tears from your face. You quickly smile.

She gives Chris a hug. You can see the guilty look on his face.

“We should get going, I have to take her to school.”

“Let me drive at least. It’s the least I can do,” he offers. You shake your head.

“No, I have things to do after,” you say as you open the car door for your daughter and get her strapped in. Once you shut the door, Chan mumbles to you.

“I’ll talk to Seungmin, explain what I did, let him beat my ass.”

“No, you’ve done enough,” your words pierce him, but they’re meant to. It wasn’t all Chan’s fault, but you weren’t the only one in the car.

Over the next month the Chan and Mi Cha are growing closer, spending time together, sharing jokes and ice cream, play dates and meals are shared.

One night Chan is over for dinner, the three of you like a little family. You’re laughing, joking around and conversation flows well. Chan, per usual, is playing with her in the living room while you wash the dishes. You step out into the living room with a glass of wine, a faint smile on your face. You perch yourself on the couch, watching as Chan plays dolls with his only daughter. You sit back, watching as the two bask in each other’s glow.

A few hours pass and it’s time for Mi Cha to go to bed.

“Can Chris stay the night please?” Mi Cha pouts. You sigh.

“Babe that’s not a great idea.”

“Please, he’s been so fun!” She gives Chan the puppy dog look.

“Come on, you. It’s time for bed.” She pouts once again.

“No, I want Chris!” she shouts and runs to him.

“No we have to go to bed.”

She clings to him, and Chris puts his hand up.

“What if I come tuck you in?”

“And read me a story?” she asks eyes wide and bright. Chan looks up at you. And you nod with a shoulder shrug.

“And read you a story.” He smiles as he walks her to her room. Chan reads Mi Cha a story, noticing how quickly she falls asleep to his voice. He sets the book down quietly, looking at her nostalgically before placing a sweet kiss to her head. He steps out of the room quietly, meeting you back in the living room.

“She’s out,” he points back to her. You nod, still nursing your wine.

“I guess I’ll see you later,” he says awkwardly. You raise your glass to him, staring at the tv, lips pursed and eyes glassy. He can feel that you’re not ok. He wants to leave, well, feels like it’s expected of him, but when he walks past you, and he hears the tiniest sniffle, he stops in his tracks.

“Are you ok?” He asks, jacket around his shoulders as he steps back over to the couch.

“’m fine,” your voice cracks slightly. He sighs and sits down beside you.

“What’s going on?”

“’s nothing.” You shrug.

“Y/n, I know you aren’t ok and I’m not leaving you here like this.” You bite your lip.

“You did the first time. You can do it again,” you take another sip and Chan’s heart feel the cut.

“I’m here now, though.” His hand goes to your thigh. You look down at it.

“Fine, you wanna know so bad. I miss Seungmin. He hasn’t called, hasn’t texted, hasn’t even been by to pick up his things. I don’t know where he’s at or what he’s doing, or if we’re even still a couple. I have no idea what’s going on and I fucking hate it. And I have no to blame but myself, well and you,” you snap before finishing off the red liquid.

Chan sighs as he watches you get up to refill your glass.

You’re pouring the wine when you feel two hands rest on your hips, lips close to your ear.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. Your eyes shut, lip between your teeth. He gently tries to turn your body, and you let him, your back resting against the counter. You two stare at each other for a moment, Chan slowly dipping down to press a kiss to your lips. His lips are soft, sweet, but not Seungmin. You put your hands on his chest.

“Stop,” you say against him and he backs up immediately.

Neither of you look at each other.

“We’re done, Chris.” You say pointedly.

“I will let you see your daughter, but you and me? We’re done. Completely. You’re part of the whole reason I’m in this mess.”

Chan is silent. The rejection settling between you.

“Then I’ll see you later,” he turns on his heel and toward the door. He stops just short turning back to you.

“For what it’s worth, I hope you’re happy.” He gives you a half smile, words genuine. You purse your lips nodding.

That Monday you arrive home after dropping Mi Cha off at school and running to the store, you notice the door isn’t locked. Your heart races in your chest as you slowly turn the knob. You don’t hear anything. You don’t see anyone. You set the groceries down, thinking maybe you just forgot to lock up. The feeling of missing Seungmin comes up, and the tears in your eyes are beginning to spill over.

A pair of feet walk down the hallway, finding your hunched over frame in the kitchen, face in your hands.

He wants to leave. Say you got what you deserved, but he knows he can’t.

He walks over, realizing you’re too caught up in your own emotions to pay attention to him.

You feel a pair of warm arms embrace you from behind. Your shaking stops, tears are paused and your breath catches.

“Hey,” he whispers against the back of your neck.

“S-Seungmin?” Your voice is a whisper, like if you speak too loud, you’ll frighten him.

“Yeah,” he mumbles placing a gentle kiss on the back of your neck. You turn around his arms, arms wrapping around his neck and embracing him as tight as you can.

“Baby I’m sorry, I swear to you it meant nothing. I swear it didn’t. I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” You sob against him. He rubs circles into your back.

“Shhh, shhh, I know.” He whispers. His own heart feels a tinge of heartbreak for you. The emotions you’re showing are real, true, legit.

“I thought I lost you for good,” you whisper, body shaking slightly against him, still surprised he’s here.

“I was coming to get my things.” He admits.

“But I heard you come in, and something about seeing you, I just,” he sighs as you pull back from him.

“I know I don’t deserve it, but I swear if you give me another chance, I swear I’ll make it up to you. I won’t see him without you. Not again. Seungmin please don’t leave.” Your hands go to his cheeks, splaying out over his cheek and jawline, bringing his face down to yours; noses touching.

“Seungmin I swear to you, I regret it. I regret ever answering the phone last night.” You whisper. Seungmin’s resolve is weakening, he can feel it. He can feel the pull in his system, so he uses it.

He connects your lips in a passionate kiss, one of longing, intense emotional vulnerability, and a silent promise to work on things. Your lips move in perfect sync, hands roaming each other, everywhere.

Seungmin taps your thighs; you respond with jumping and wrapping your legs around his waist, and he carries you off to the bedroom.

“I love you so much,” you breathe against his lips as you cross the thresh hold of the bedroom.

He lays you down on the bed, crawling over you. His lips trail your jaw down to your neck, your hands carding through his hair.

You feel your phone vibrate in your pocket and you pull it out, seeing Chan’s name. Seungmin quirks his brow at you and turn it off, laying it on the bedside table before kissing him passionately again. His hands travel to your waist band, and your hips lift into his touch. He smirks against your lips.

“Must not have been too good if you’re already needy for more,” he tries to joke. You ignore it, not wanting to make things awkward, but smiling nonetheless.

Your hands fly to the buttons on his shirt, quickly undoing them and sliding it off his shoulders. He shudders as your hands run down his chest, his own tugging at the hem of your t shirt. He pulls it over your head, no bra underneath and he smirks. You shiver, cold air hitting your bare top half. His hands make quick work of taking off your jeans and panties, his jeans following suit.

He settles between your legs, darting his tongue out between your folds, tasting you, savoring you.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp as your eyes close and your hand goes to his hair. You push him into you slightly, his nose resting on your mound. He flicks over you again, teasing you.

“Seungmin,” you moan, causing him to grunt, and rut his hips against the bed a little.

“Gonna make you feel so good,” he whispers into your wet pussy. You groan at the vibration of his voice. He slides his pointer finger in, curling it to hit the beautiful spot that makes every nerve ending in you come alive.

“Fuck,” you choke out as you massage your breast, your hips bucking up every so often with certain moves of his tongue.

Chris has tried calling, he’s tried texting, he’s tried reaching out to you, the only thing he can think of to do is go to your place.

It’s an emergency after all.

He jumps in his car, speeding down the highway. He pulls up into the drive way in less than ten minutes; a drive that should’ve taken him twenty.

Seungmin lines himself up at your entrance, slowly pushing in, the both of you exhaling a moan as you fit together as one, resting together for a moment, foreheads together, fingers laced. Seungmin leans down kissing your lips sweetly before rocking his hips into yours, eliciting moans from the both of you.

“Fuck you feel so good,” he moans into your neck. You cling to him, nails lightly scratching his back just the way he likes it.

He starts slamming harder, hitting the spot at just the right speed.

Chan walks up to the door, knocking a few times, waiting, not hearing anything.

He waits for a few minutes, seeing your car in the drive way he knows your home. Maybe you’re busy, but too busy to answer the phone?

The two of you are close, your orgasms mirroring each other, your noises get louder, and little do you know, Chan in his panicked state, lets himself in to your unlocked apartment.

He hears it, the moaning, the groaning, and he winces. He knows this won’t be good. But he knows you’d be pissed if he didn’t tell you. He’s about to knock on your door when he hears the two of you moan at your mutual release. He purses his lips, knocking on the door.

Suddenly the whole room goes quiet, you could a pen drop.

“What the fuck,” you whisper and Seungmin looks at you just as confused. He gets up, handing you a robe as he puts one on for himself. He opens the door and his eyes grow wide before he narrows them.

“What the fuck do you want,” he spats.

“What’s going on?” you stand just behind Seungmin, eyes growing wide when you see Chan.

“Chris, being around me isn’t going to be good for your health,” you can hear the way Seungmin’s seething.

“You can beat my ass when we get to the hospital,” he says.

“Hospital? What? What happened?” your voice is panicked as you push past your… Seungmin?

“Mi Cha, she fell at school, hit her head and now she’s unconscious.” He explains.

“Why the hell did they call you?” Seungmin asks.

“I guess y/n put my number down if no one else could be reached.”

“I never thought they’d need it,” you defend.

“Did you not have a missed call from the school?” you ask Seungmin as you’re getting dressed. It’s not like neither of them haven’t seen you naked.

Seungmin checks and his phone and sure enough, about two hours ago, while his phone was charging and on silent there was a missed call. Seungmin shuts the door in Chan’s face and gets himself dressed.

“Fuck that’s why he was calling,” you sighed. The two of you share a look before opening the door and flying out to your cars.

Chris leads you down winding hallways, she’s already in a room. You walk in, seeing her hooked up to the monitors, on oxygen, and her little eyes are closed.

“She looks like she’s sleeping.” You whisper, voice cracking. Heart breaking for her.

Seungmin’s arm comes around your waist, something Chan has to force himself not to stare at. You move to sit by her bed, noting the knot on her head. The room is awkwardly silent.

“Chan, can I speak to you?” Seungmin asks, not looking at him. Chan nods and the two walk out.

“Stay with her, in case she wakes up,” Seungmin says and you nod. Seungmin and Chan down to the parking lot, side by side not saying a word. As soon as they are far away enough from security and cameras, Seungmin lands a right hook to Chan’s jaw. Chan stumbles, holding his face.

“Yeah, ok I deserved that,” he winces.

“You deserve a whole lot more than that,” Seungmin says before landing a gut punch to Chan. Chan doubles over, not willing himself to fight back. Seungmin lands a few more punches, getting it out of his system.

“Do not ever touch my wife again,” He seethes.

“She wasn’t too keen on stopping me,” he says weakly, trying to get under his skin.

“Dude, do you want to fucking die?” Seungmin asks getting up into Chan’s face.

“She wants me,” he looks dead into Chan’s soul. Chan nods walking past him.

“She’s made that clear,” he admits, “I’m going back up to see my daughter,” he points back at the hospital building. He watches Chan walk off.

That afternoon the three of you are sitting in the room, Chan’s face bruised, Seungmin’s hand cut up, and you with puffy red eyes. This wasn’t how you intended the day to go.

“You two should go, get showers and change. I don’t mind staying with her.”

“I’m not leaving her,” you snap before giving him a sorrowful look for the attitude. He purses his lips.

“Chan’s right, for once,” Seungmin cuts his eyes at his former friend, “We should go home, pack a bag and then we can come back up here.” You look between Seungmin and your daughter.

“Do not leave her side, Christopher, I mean it.” You scold.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” You sigh as you stand up, kissing her head.

“We’ll be back baby,” you whisper to her before kissing her forehead. You take Seungmin’s hand and walk down to the car.

The car ride is quiet, a little awkward.

“Do you still want to marry me,” Seungmin finally asks breaking the tension.

“Of course I do.”

“So, you still love me?” He glances at you before putting his eyes back on the road.

“Absolutely, Seungmin-,”

“If you don’t, just tell me.”

“Seungmin, our wedding date is set. I don’t want to move it, I don’t want to cancel it, I don’t want to live life without you. I still want to stand before our friends and family and say I do. I love you more than I ever thought I could love another person who wasn’t my child.”

Seungmin exhales, relief flooding his veins.

Back at the hospital, Chan is pacing the room, there’s a finality in the air, like something has shifted, he isn’t sure what, but he feels it. As he walks around the room he hears stirring in the sheets of the hospital bed.

A small whine escapes the little girl’s lips as she opens her eyes. Chan sits down beside her, smiling.

“Hey, Mi Cha,” he says quietly. She rubs her eyes.

“Where’s Eomma?” she asks curiously.

“Her and your Appa will be back soon,” he smiles, studying her face.

“What happened?”

“You fell at school and hit your head.” He explains.

“You took a pretty long nap too, you were out for hours.” She looks around for something to eat.

“’m hungry,” she says. Chan calls the nurse in and asks about some food. The nurse then brings her a snack.

“I’ll ask your Eomma about getting some food for you when she gets back.” He smiles. Chan’s heart can feel itself breaking into pieces. He’s made a decision and you and Seungmin would be back any minute.

“What happened?” she asks him pointing to her own eye.

“I’m clumsy,” Chan chuckles.

“Mi Cha?” she looks up at him.

“Hmm?”

“I want you to know something, you are a very special girl, and getting to know you has been something I’ll always cherish.” Mi Cha looks at him confused but she smiles.

“I like you too, Chris. You’re a lot of fun.” He smiles and chuckles at her innocence.

Just then you and Seungmin walk into the room. You both notice Chan who looks like a kicked puppy. No pun intended.

“Look who’s awake!” You say quietly but excited. You slide into the bed next to her and cuddle up to her.

“You gave us quite the scare,” you whisper, “But I’m just glad you’re ok.” You whisper to her. You glance over at Chan who has tears in his eyes. You furrow your brows.

Seungmin waves to Mi Cha.

“Appa!” She yells and he comes over and kisses the crown of her head.

“I missed you! Did you have a fun work trip?” She asks. Seungmin looking over to you.

“Yes, but I’m more than happy to be back.” He sits beside her, briefly.

“Did Chris help you find the pudding?” she nods.

“Mhm,” she says as she eats another bite.

“How about we grab you some real food?”

“Chicken!” she shouts. You all chuckle at her.

“Ok, appa, would you like to get her some chicken?”

Seungmin nods.

“Hey, Seungmin, I’ll go with you.”

“Nah, I don’t need help.” Chan walks over to him.

“I need to talk to you.” Chan whispers and Seungmin looks at him with furrowed brows.

“We’ll be back,” Seungmin calls.

The guys are in the car, it’s quiet for the first few minutes before Seungmin breaks the silence.

“I swear to God if you tell me you’re leaving her life I will fucking kill you.” Seungmin says never taking his eyes off the road.

“It could be what’s best for her, I’ve only caused issues,” Chan starts but Seungmin interrupts him, parking the car on the side of the road.

“You fucking prick. You’re only thinking of yourself.” Seungmin says.

“How?”

“That little girl, despite my opinion of you, wants you around. She may not know you’re her father, but that doesn’t mean she can’t. If you leave now, you’ll prove me right. That you would just recklessly come back into y/n’s life and break her and YOUR daughter’s heart. Don’t you dare leave me with that mess. Y/n fucking vouched for you dude. She is the reason you even get to be around Mi Cha.” Seungmin ends the conversation by pulling back onto the road.

Back in the hospital room you are watching tv with your daughter when the guys come back in.

“Mi Cha, Eomma and I need to tell you something.” Seungmin automatically cuts in.

“Hug first!” She says as she reaches for him. He embraces her before shifting to set her in his lap. Chan looks at the three of you, lips pursed as he begins taking the food out of the bags.

“You like having Chris around, right?” He asks your daughter.

“Yeah, he’s amazing. Brings me presents!” She points to her Everest Paw Patrol doll you brought from home, “And is really funny, and he’s nice.” She smiles at him.

“So, you’d like to keep him as part of your life, right?” She nods enthusiastically.

“Well, that’s good, because Chris here is your Appa,” he says. Your eyes grow wide. Your gaze falls to Mi Cha and she looks between the two men.

“This is my real Appa?” Seungmin smiles.

“You’re blood related Appa, yes,” he corrects, “But I’m your Appa too. We are both real.” Seungmin explains.

“So I have two Appa’s?” she gasps and looks to you.

“Did you know that?” She asks and you stifle a chuckle.

“I did.” You nod.

“This is great! Wait, what about where I live? Will I get to stay with Chris?” she gasps, “How will I explain this to my stuffies? Eomma, they’ll be very confused.” She starts to worry, so much so the beeping on her monitor picks up.

“Calm down, jagi,” Seungmin pats her back, chuckling at her.

“We’ll figure everything out once you get better, ok? I promise.” You smile down at her before all four of you dive into your dinner.

After a night in the hospital for observation Mi Cha is allowed to go home.

“Wait, can I go home with Appa?” She asks reaching for Chan’s hand. You and Seungmin look at each other.

“What if we all go?” he asks.

You look over to Seungmin.

“Yeah, ok. Let’s do it.” He says seeing the hopeful look on your daughter’s face.

That night at Chan’s home, the four of you are eating dinner. Chan is smiling as Mi Cha talks about her day, all three of you listening intently.

“So wait you helped Junho stop being scared of swinging high on the swings?” Chan asks, clearly impressed by his daughter’s courage. She nods proud.

“That’s amazing.”

“And-and- and we had a new girl, and we talked and now we’re friends!” She announces like she’s won a great lottery.

“What’s her name?” you ask as you take a bite of your food.

“Kiko,” she says.

“She’s from a place called Maryland, wherever that is.” She shrugs as she finishes her food.

“Done, can we play now?” She turns to Chris with hopeful eyes.

“You go to the living room and I’ll join you in a minute.” He offers.

The three of you are left alone in the kitchen.

“I want to say thank you. Thank you for involving me when you didn’t have to. Thank you for letting me meet her and letting me be in her life. Thank you for extending the opportunity when I didn’t deserve it.” He smiles warmly at you.

“And thank you for encouraging me to stay.” Chan looks to Seungmin. You look at Seungmin confused.

“You wanted to leave?”

“I felt I caused so many problems it might be best for everyone, but Seungmin basically told me to get my ass in gear and get over it, in so many words.” He chuckles.

“So, thank you.” He smiles taking the dishes to the sink and joining Mi Cha in the living room.

“You encouraged him to stick around?” you ask with a quirked brow.

“It was for our daughter.” He murmurs, “She’s happy and as long as Chan doesn’t break her heart, we’ll be civil.” He explains.

“I love you so much Kim Seungmin,” you grin at him and peck his lips before wrapping your arms around his neck, embracing each other’s bodies in a sweet, stress relieving hug.

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hometoanotheronee · 1 year ago

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OMGG you know in highschool musical when troys dad sees troy and gabriella on the court together and their being super cute and flirty ?! pls write something like that

༉‧₊˚. On the Court

pairing: Soft!Chris x Volleyball Player reader. warnings: none! word count: summary: Chris and Y/n play volleyball together, and the coach is Y/n's dad. Little do they know; he pays close attention to both of them, and they begin flirting on the court. authors note: I added my own little twist to this! I hope you love this!! :)

I arrived at the court for the game. I took a good look at the court, seeing as I will be playing here. My dad comes up behind me, patting me on the head. “Are you ready for the game y/n? I know you have it in the bag.” He whooped. I giggle at his enthusiasm, “Yeah! I am ready for the game.” I grinned. “The rest of the team should be here shortly. I will be at the hotel across the street, so just call me if you need me.” He replied. I nod my head, and my Dad walks away leaving me alone in the court. I decided I am gonna work on my dolphin dives, I go over to my phone and begin playing my favorite song, “Back to You” by Selena Gomez. I put on my knee pads and throw the volleyball up and dive. Little did I know, someone was watching me. A figure appeared behind me and a familiar voice spoke up, “Nice form.” Chris commented. I immediately stop and turn around. He giggles, wrapping a hand around my waist and pulling me into a tight hug. “I missed you.” He exhaled. I blush softly, “I missed you too.” I cooed. His cologne flowing into my mouth making me want to hold him longer. He pulls away for me, “That was a long hug.” He giggles. I smile, “Well, I haven’t been able to hug you because of my Dad, remember?” I replied. He nods his head in agreement, “Yeah, well the rest of the team should be here so, don’t flirt with me.” He jokes, I giggle “I know what you mean, haha.” He smiles, “Let’s warm-up?” I nod.

** TIME SKIP **

The game had begun, our server Raleigh served the ball, the opposing team hit it back on our side and it almost reached the floor before I swooped in and hit it back up in the air for Chris to hit over the net. He spiked the ball over the net and it hit the floor, meaning we got a point. The scoreboard lit up, ‘1-0’ He high-fived me.

Later on, the score was ‘24-24’ This was the point determining who won. We had to win this, we exchanged glances and boom, the game had started back up again. The ball was in the air, one of my teammates hit it but it didn’t go over the net, so I swooped in once again and hit it up and Chris spiked it. The ball hit the floor, meaning we won. Chris ran up to me and picked me up. He kisses my cheek, “We did it!” He whispers in my ear. I smile, “Yeah! We did.” Chris puts me down as my dad approaches, “What was that all about?” My dad questions.

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spideyanakin · 4 years ago

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Rush (t.h)

summary - (f1 driver!reader) chris hemsworth gushes about you because you’re his favorite f1 driver - little does he know you’re dating Tom

Thor and Zemo go vroom vroom neowwww

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“YESSS WOOOO WOOOO, OH MY GOD," all of the sudden Chris Hemsworth’s booming voice echoed through the studio as he looked down at his phone, and started frantically dancing around set, totally disturbing the scene between Peter Parker and Loki.

“Um Chris?” Taika turned to him with raised eyebrows. “This take was actually really good...”

“What’s going on now?” Tom Hiddleston chuckled when he saw the sparks in Chris’s eyes and his little dance.

“Y/n just won this race!” He almost screamed. “This means that if she ends 3rd, 2nd, or first in the next she’s world champion? Beating Lewis Hamilton?” He looked amazed and kept waving his arms around. "WOOO SHE'S GOING TO BE WORLD CHAMPION AGAIN," he continued chanting and dancing like a crazy man.

Chris had been on the edge of his seat all season. You were his favorite driver, being the only girl on the grid he admired your courage in a men’s world like formula one.

Unfortunately, you didn’t win last season, Hamilton had caught up with you on the last few races, and that had pissed him off. So today, he was happy you were winning.

“Wait she won?” Tom realized, a bright smile painting his face when he realized that you were indeed on the road to becoming world champion for the second time since you joined F1.

“YES! Can you believe this! It’s her fifth season and she’s already about to score second-time world champion!” He gushed.

Taika and Tom Hiddleston looked at each other.

“I understand that’s it’s very impressive but we have work to do.” Taika chuckled. “You can celebrate tonight.”

That evening Tom got out of his trailer, proudly wearing your merch t-shirt, with your name and number written in bulk. He walked towards the dining room and his shirt didn’t go unnoticed by Chris.

“AH TASTE!” He patted Tom on the shoulder.

Tom shrugged “What can I tell you? Taste indeed.”

“I’m so happy she won the race.” He shook his head. “Show those guys she’s better. Girl power. This is the type of people I want my kids to look up to.”

“Yeah.” Tom had a small smile on his lips as he heard Chris only say good things about you.

“Plus like she’s like the nicest person. I met her at Silverstone last year, she was just the best.”

“Yeah she’s amazing isn’t she?” Tom felt his cheeks coat with a light blush. “I met her two years ago in Monaco actually.” Tom nodded.

“Oh really? That’s amazing. She’s been my fav driver ever since she joined f1"

“Yeah definitely.” He agreed. As if on cue Tom’s phone rang with your name on it. He smiled when he looked down at his screen. “Sorry that’s my girlfriend. Ive been waiting for her to call me back, I’ll be right back.”

“Congratulations! This is so amazing.” Tom cheered once he was outside of the building.

“I know it’s insane!” You giggled. “It’s such a shame you couldn’t be here! Did you get to watch the race?” You wondered, your smile evident from the other side of the line.

“Unfortunately no... I hoped that we were going to wrap up before it finished, but I knew that you were the winner by a screaming Chris Hemsworth who was watching it while waiting. But I watched the highlights, well done, you were amazing as always.” He pointed out. “Chris is a huge fan by the way.”

“Yeah, I know.” You smiled. “I met him and Daniel Bruhl at Silverstone last season. They were real fans I can tell you that. And honestly being complimented by them saying I was one of the best drivers since Niki Lauda didn’t just make my day but my life. Can you believe it? They had to watch so many of their races to become their characters and they tell me im as good as these legends?” You bit your lip. “Insane.”

“Yeah.” Tom chuckled, loving your enthusiasm. “You are the best though.”

“Stop it.” You giggled. “You’re saying that because I’m your girlfriend.”

“BUT IT’S TRUE! You're both amazing and my girlfriend” He chuckled.

Suddenly Tom heard chanting and screaming from behind. He recognized the voices of some fellow drivers and smiled to himself.

“I’m sorry Tom I have to go. They insisted on celebrating.”

“It’s alright love, you deserve it, have fun”

“Thank you, I love you, bye!”

“Love you too.” You hung up leaving a giddy smiled Tom behind.

He walked back to the dining room and sat back next to Chris.

“Sorry, she calling me to celebrate her victory.” He smiled.

“Oh really? What did she win?” Tom smirked when Chris asked the question.

“Nothing special,” He shrugged. “Just today’s Grand Prix.”

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wheresmybuckyhoes · 4 years ago

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I am not sitting on you Bucky (smut)

Summary: You need to sit in Bucky’s lap for a car ride, and obvisouly he takes up the opportunity to do certain things to you

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Warnings: smut (18+), swearing, public fingering, pet names, using the metal arm very wisely ;)

Note from moi: I literally just had this idea and it’s so fricking hot so enjoy!

‘Everyone in the car now!’ Commanded Steve as he tossed his shield in the boot of the car, slamming it shut a lot harder than intended.

‘Rogers this is a party. You know... a thing to attend when you want to relax and take a day off. We aren’t on a mission, so chill!’ you laughed, gently shoving his arm earning sniggers from Thor and Bucky. You, Thor, Steve, and Bucky were going to a party in celebration of the success of your recent mission. Steve wouldn’t tell any of you what he had planned, despite the constant bugging from you and Thor. Bucky couldn’t care less what Steve had planned, as long as you weren’t going to Hydra’s base. The 4 of you made your way over to Steve’s old car. It was a beautiful shade of blue, although the paint was peeled and rusty.

‘Human cars are pathetic. In Azgard we have these amazing golden spaceships way better than...’ you heard Thor’s deep voice boom behind you. You narrowed your eyes as you approached the car. You couldn’t really tell what was weird about it due to the built up dirt on the windows, but something was off. You opened your mouth to comment on it before Steve cleared his throat awkwardly. ‘This car maaaay only have 3 seats due to an unfortunate explosion which ripped a hole through one of the back seats. Any chance you can fly Thor?’ Steve said, looking around. ‘If you think I’m going to FLY in this hot weather when I havnt even eaten yet today you are very much mistak...’ Thor began but was interrupted by a low voice from behind you.

‘Y/n can sit on me’ Bucky said calmly, as you turned around quickly to protest, trying to get a word out only to be cut of by Steve clapping his hands together. ‘Great! Right team let’s go!’ He smiled, getting into the drivers seat with Thor beside him. ‘I’m not sitting on you Bucky’ you said to Bucky, crossing your arms watching him lean against the car door, his eyes looking at you with a weird look. Almost lustful. He took a step towards you as you stared into his eyes, not daring to back down first. ‘Well you better princess, Cap just turned the engine on. I promise I’ll hold you tight’ he winked at you before opening the passenger door and getting in. You looked around at the empty street, flustered. If he thinks for one second you are going to enjoy this, he is very mistaken. You huff, and get in the car, quickly sitting on Bucky and shutting the door.

Steve and Thor were busy chatting away about beards and Loki, and you had been driving for half an hour with no problems. But as you looked out of the window, you suddenly felt a cold metal hand graze your thigh. You jumped at the feeling, only to feel Bucky use his other hand to cover your mouth and pull your head back, so his mouth barley touched your ear. ‘You look like you havn’t been pleased for a long time, y/n. Getting all flustered when I hadn’t even touched you yet. I think a princess like you deserves to feel good. So, you keep quiet for me, and I can help you out. Sounds good?’ he whispered in your ear, sending shivers all the way down your spine, feeling butterflies in more areas than one.

You were so confused and shocked at this sudden advance. You were friends with Bucky, even good friends. But to be honest, you havn’t been able to really get of since you started going on missions, being very busy, and you always caught Bucky staring at you when he had the chance. You were sure he also hadn’t been able to touch a girl in a while due to being just as busy if not more busy than you. So for some reason, you nodded slowly, moving your hands down either side of you, gripping his legs.

That was all Bucky needed. His strong metal arm moved to cover your mouth properly as his other, still strong hand smoothly slid down your waist. He slid it beneath your skirt, while still being above your panties. He kissed your neck as he began to gently rub your clit in slow circles, earning a small moan from you which was quickly muffled by his hand. Thor and Chris were still blissfully unaware as to what was going on in the back seat.

Bucky sped up slightly, feeling you soak through your panties very, very quickly. He leaned in to groan quietly in your ear ‘so wet for me already’. You rolled your eyes into the back of your head - not from the sarcasm but from the absolute pleasure you had just receive from the tingling hum of Bucky’s voice by your ear. Bucky was speeding up his circles, and you began to quickly feel the warm knot in your stomach begin to build up, nearing your release at a rather fast pace. You began to slightly shake, and as you began to breath heavier, Bucky decided it would be a great idea to pull his fingers away completely.

You wanted to scream but all it resulted in was your whining into his hand and you gripping his legs, trying not to cry. You were so close, and the lack of friction was torture. Bucky leaned in once more, grabbing your hair by the roots (so it didn’t hurt) and pulling your head back. ‘Did you want me to let you finish?’ he asked innocently. You nodded furiously, grabbing at his hand and trying to put it back in its place. ‘Very eager. Don’t worry, I’ll finish you off’ he smirked against your ear. Before you had time to question his snarky tone, hand still on your mouth, he inserted a finger into your very wet pussy, pumping slowly at first, speeding up as your adjusted. He proceeded to insert 2, quickly making the burning feeling build up again. You could feel his boner grow, pressing against your bum, and decided to slightly grind against him to tease him for edging you.

This made Bucky slightly buck his hips, groaning into your ear. ‘Shouldn’t have done that y/n’. He removed his metal hand to replace it with his juice covered one, inserting 2 metal fingers into you. It didn’t hurt, as you were very lubricated by your own juices, but when he inserted 3, you felt your brain explode. ‘Fuck fuck fuuuck’ you whined into his hand. He fingered your immensely quickly, holding you down with his legs on your legs as you squirmed on his lap from the over stimulation. He circled your clit with his thumb as he continued to finger you. You were being pushed over the edge now. He whispered in you ear, ‘cum for me princess’ as you felt the burning spread to your legs, and eventually reached your finish. You felt your whole body shake. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as Bucky sped up if that were even possible. Your body was burning, your stomach was tensing, and you felt wave after wave of pleasure, and the boner wasn’t helping you to stay calm. You could feel how big he was underneath you.

As much as the hand muffled your moans, you were still a tiny bit too loud. As you began to come down from the most intense orgasm you had ever experienced, Thor turned around. Your eyes widened, and you felt Bucky smirk behind you. Thor’s mouth fell open, seeing you a hot mess with Bucky’s metal arm down your pants, smirking like a man who had just won the lottery. ‘Holy shit’ You heard Thor say, but not quite see as you were still seeing stars. ‘What’ Steve asked as Bucky removed his hand and uncovered your mouth, grabbing you by the jaw and turning your head around to kiss you deeply. As you kissed Bucky, you felt him smile and laugh into the kiss as you heard Steve get more confused. ‘What?! Am I missing something here. I demand you tell me as your leader. What is happening. Thor? Bucky? Y/n?’ At the sound of your name you pulled away and giggled, deciding to push away your shame and wink at Bucky, turning to face Thor with a huge grin on your face. Thor in turn grabbed Steve’s shoulder giving him a rough pat, saying ‘Don’t worry Rogers, eyes on the road’. ‘No I’m missing something here. WHAT DID YOU DO BUCKY’ Steve said as his face reddened. ‘Nothing Steve, eyes on the road’ Bucky replied, making Thor and you giggle like little children.

The rest of the journey went something like that. You sat in Bucky’s lap, his arms wrapped securely around your waist. For the first time in your life, you felt truly blissfully happy and safe.

#bucky #Bucky Barnes #marvel #Thor #steve rogers #captain america #the winter soldier #Bucky Barnes smut #Bucky Barnes imagine #Bucky Barnes one shot #smut #fanfic #Bucky x reader #marvel smut #the avengers

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miyaniacs · 5 years ago

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Please please more sinful sweethearts absolutely blew my mind 🥵🥵 amazing work sweetie!!!!!!!!!!!

Sinfully Sweetheart HC pt.3 // Ushijima and Bokuto (pt.1 / pt. 2 / pt. 4 / pt.5 / pt.6 )

nawww thank you so much! ❤️🥺

masterlist ; smau

I’m so glad you enjoy this haha ; ok let’s do this with Ushijima and Bokuto - sorry this got so long lol

Ushijima

your always being nice to him, helping him with practice and school work

you even stay longer after practice to hep him because obvious he's still in there trying out new techniques

and yes you have to admit you got a slight crush on him - how could you not, besides his looks you can feel that he's really caring?

after he realised you're always staying in the gym longer than him he always brought 2 protein bars so you can have one too?

he’s always nice to you but that's it?

so you and your best friend came up with a plan to make him show some sort of reaction

Tendo and Semi dragged Ushijima with them to your best friends party

and of course you're there

and yes you planned on dancing with him 😏

you talked a bit with them and waited until your friend put on the song : Body on Me by Rita Ora and Chris Brown ( for real if you don't know this song - listen to it - just the lyrics should tell him what you want lol )

“Omg I love this song! Let’s dance” you scream and take Ushijimas hand, dragging him to the dance floor

SOOO your back was pressed against his chest hand around his neck and your hips sway to the music

“no more , no more wasting time, we can - we can go all night “ your sing along ( actually me rn & can't concentrate on writing )

his hands are on your hips now pressing you tighter on him

you’re now kind of grindig on him

you turn around now, his hands wander down to your lower back 🍑and he presses his tickkk thigh between your legs and girl you already getting weak

still you’re body rolling on him lol and you think you feel something ??

BUT GUESS WHAT - His face is as stoic as ever ??

the song ends and your heat drops - ‘I guess my masterplan didn't work out’ you thought

but then he grabs your hand and drags you out of the house to his car

“What are you doing?” you ask confused af

“ I thought you said we can go all night “ and HE SMIRKS

meanwhile indoors :

“Damnnn she digged her own grave” Semi says

“good luck trying to help with practice tomorrow y/n “ Satori laughs

BOKUTO

we already know this will get extremely hot in a matter of time lol

his hands on your hips, your ass pressed against his crotch, already feeling him getting bigger

but how did you get here?

well

you two kept flirting out of fun

everyone knew you're the nice manager and ready to help everyone

Akaashi gave you his “Bokutos in emo mood and that's why” list so you can help him lol

and your always friendly behaviour towards their extremely hot captain made a certain captain mess with you

it’s cute when you get flustered because the others are there

and you always dissed him in revenge and told him that his big ego is big ego is the equivalent to the sport cars some drive to make up for certain things

SO THE PARTY

Bokuto decided that enough is enough and he will show their innocent manager that he doesn't need to make up for anything

but what he didn't knew was - that you don't hide your not so innocent side when you drink alcohol

so he’s dancing with you and the the song switched to : Tambourine by Eve

and now things get heated

you’re body rolling

✨dropping it down✨

his hands are wrapped around your waist pulling you as close as possible

and well his plan worked reverse lol now he's all hot and bothered and your just enjoying dancing lol

the song switched to non other than Rude Boy - Rihanna

you turn around and play with him

“give it to me baby like boom boom boom” you whisper in his ear while rolling your hips against his

you turn around “If you got it, I needed it and I’ma put it down” and you dropped down

“is you big enough” you sing along

and now he presses you against him and whispers in your ear “ Oh I know you can feel that I'm big enough”

the song ends and you answer “no sorry - not big enough for me” and walk away

Bokuto’s in emo mood now

you CRASHED his ego lol

Akaashi now needs to add a new point to his list

his emo mood continues a few days until you walk up to him after practice

“do you want to finally show me how much of a rude boy you are?”

the next day they had a game and they need their captain in a good shape?

so you took one for the team

you couldn’t sit properly during the game but hey they won - and your in for another sleepless night 😏

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gamergirl929 · 5 years ago

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A Player By Default (Christen Press x Reader)

Anonymous Request: What about a Christen Press one when the reader is like the teams fuckgirl but Christen caught feelings so Tobin teases her about it and Christen keeps denying it until the teams at a bar or something and gets jealous when she sees reader dancing with someone so Christen drags her to the bathroom and uh... you know what to do from there.

SMUTTY SMUTTT SMUTT SMUT AHEAD

Christen Press watches with a frown as you swagger over to one of the opposing team’s players, taking her hand, giving it a shake along with a charming smile that made the woman blush.

“Y/N got her dick out again?” Megan asks Tobin leaning towards the woman who nods when she catches sight of you.

Ashlyn shakes her head, propping an elbow up on Megan’s shoulder as she watches the woman you’re talking to giggle at something you said.

Tobin catches sight of Christen out of the corner of her eye and makes her way towards her, slipping an arm around her shoulders.

“You okay Chris?” She asks and Christen sighs, turning to the woman with a forced smile.

“I’m fine.”

Tobin’s brown orbs narrow, as she stares at her best friend’s profile, the brunette’s eyes back on you and the woman you’re shamelessly flirting with.

“Admit it Chris, you got a thing for our team’s fuckboi.” Tobin smirks and Christen turns to her abruptly, eyes narrowed.

“I do not.” She mumbles, bottom lip jutted out, only jutting out further when you move to tuck a wisp of hair out of the woman you’ve been flirting withs face.

“Y/N! YOUR DICK IS SHOWING!” Ashlyn yells, earning a smack on the chest from Ali.

Meanwhile, across the field you smirk, shrugging.

“I MEAN IT’S PRETTY BIG.” You yell back, the blonde shaking her head, it’s then you spot Christen out of the corner of your eye and you grin.

You give the Canadian player a wave before jogging towards her and Tobin, the latter giving her best friend a grin and a wink before you reach the two of them.

“Hey!” You beam, throwing your arms around her neck, hugging the woman tightly.

You pull back with a massive grin, completely missing the tinged pink cheeks of the woman you’d had in your arms moments before.

“You did great today Chris, you too Tobe.” You grin, your eyes lingering on Christen, cheeks dusted pink.

Someone slaps you hard on the back and you grunt, turning to see Emily standing beside you.

“Get her number?” She asks and your brows furrow.

“Whose number?” You ask and the woman snorts.

“The Canadian girl?” She points over her shoulder at the woman who’s still looking at you, doe eyed and you nod, mouth hanging open.

“I kind of told her to wait there...” You wince, glancing at Emily, who also winces.

“I’ll DM you later!” You wave the Canadian women’s brow furrowing before she nods and runs towards the locker room.

You turn back around, your teammates all looking at you with narrowed eyes, arms crossed across their chests.

“I’ll DM her that I’m not interested.” You shrug, earning a smack on the chest from Kelley.

“Keep your shlong in your pants.” She yells and you shrug.

“It’s hard to sometimes it’s huge.”

“OW! YOU ALL DIDN’T HAVE TO HIT ME!”

***

“Hey.” You wink at the waitress at dinner with a grin, immediately getting slapped in the back of the head by Alex.

Across the table, Christen frowns as she fidgets with her napkin.

Tobin gives her a shrug and a smile.

“It’s okay.”

You pick your head up, eyes widening when you see Christen’s frown.

“Hey.” You whisper, leaning across the table to put your hand on hers. “You okay?” You ask softly, completely missing the way Christen’s cheeks flush red.

“Excuse me I was wondering...”

The women’s voice falls on deaf ears considering all your attention is focused on Christen, the waitress eventually giving up and leaving the table.

You glance over, shrugging before you turn all your attention back to the forward.

“Are you alright? Feeling okay?” You ask and Christen nods, giving you a small smile.

“I’m okay.” You nod skeptically, but give her hand a squeeze nonetheless.

“Remember, I’m here for you, whatever you need.” You whisper softly and Christen nods.

“Thanks Y/N.”

“Anytime.”

***

“Wait, I got it.” You smile, as you hold the door open for Christen, but not before you grab her bag out of her hand.

Christen smiles softly, cheeks red.

“Thanks Y/N.” She whispers and you grin.

“No problem.”

Christen sits on the bus beside Tobin, wearing a massive grin that has her best friend giving her a nudge.

“What’s got you so smiley?” She asks, the forward shrugging, but as soon as you slip on the bus Tobin’s brows arch.

“Damn it, of course you’d sit with Toblerone.” You pout, the aforementioned woman sticking her tongue out.

“Sorry, I already won her heart Y/N.” She grins, her brows furrowing when she notices the corner of your mouth tick down momentarily before you again put on your cheery facade.

“We’ll see about that.” You wink, Christen rolling her eyes, apparently missing your small frown.

You flop down in an empty seat, kicking your legs up and letting out a groaning yawn.

“Wake me when we get there.”

Emily scoffs.

“No, you’re staying here.”

You scoff.

“Bite me Sonnett.”

***

“Jesus Christ, can Y/N ever keep her dick in her pants.” Ashlyn mumbles when she sees you flirting with a camera girl of the side lines.

Christen lets out a sad sigh, drawing the attention of Tobin, who of course, slips her arms around her in a hug.

You glance towards your teammates, frowning when you see Christen in the woman’s arms, your heart tightening in your chest.

You clear your throat, turning back to the pretty camera girl with a smile, the camera girl turns towards your teammates, noticing the change in your demeanor as she puts her hand on your shoulder.

“Maybe you should tell her how you feel?” She asks and you scoff, glancing away, looking behind you as if she’s talking to someone else.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.” You shuffle on your feet and she rolls her eyes.

“Don’t play dumb, you’ve been glancing at her ever since you started talking to me.”

You swallow hard, taking a deep breath.

“She won’t ever see me that way, besides, she’s with...” You nod towards your teammates with your head to where Tobin is holding Christen.

The camera girl shrugs.

“It doesn’t hurt to try, I mean they only look like friends to me.”

You shake your head, frowning sadly.

“I don’t think I can do it.”

Camera girl surprises you by pulling you into a hug, her arms around your neck.

“If you’re ballsy enough to hit on everything with two legs, then you’re ballsy enough to ask her out.” She pulls back from the hug with a wink and you laugh.

“Hey! I do not flirt on everything with two legs!”

The girl scoffs.

“You do, but that will never get her out of your head.”

Wordlessly, the woman walks off, your hands slipping into your short’s pockets.

“Damn it.”

You turn around, slowly making your way towards the team, confidence in your steps when you notice Tobin and Christen looking your way.

“Did you get another number? Saw you got a hug.” Lindsey nudges you with her elbow and you shrug, grinning cockily.

“I don’t kiss and tell.”

***

The weeks go by, your behavior still the same as Christen clings to Tobin, the two hugging and holding hands more often than not which of course, sends a knife straight through your heart.

It was your own fault, camera girl was right, you needed to try, but she would never look at you the way she looked at Tobin there was no way she wou-

“You alright?” You jump at the sound of a familiar voice, looking up to see Christen’s worried green orbs on you.

“Ye-Yeah...” You stammer, the woman’s eyes narrowing as she takes a seat beside you on the bench, practice still going on as the two of you take your break.

“So...” You clear your throat. “Uhh, Chris...”

Christen turns to you a brow arched as you nervously rub your hands together, cheeks pink.

“I was wondering if... Maybe ummm...” You exhale loudly, running your hands down your face.

“Don’t fuck this up.” You whisper against your palms.

“Would you like to... Sit with me on the bus?” You ask, brow furrowed, where the fuck did you come up with that?

Christen smiles, patting your back.

“Sorry Y/N, I already promised I’d sit with Tobin.”

You open your mouth, immediately snapping it shut with aforementioned forward runs towards the two of you, brown orbs narrowed as they dart between the two of you.

“Hey Chris, you ready? I need you...” She points over her shoulder and the woman nods, jumping up off the bench.

“See you later Y/N.” She grins, Tobin grinning too before they both run off.

You look down at your lap sadly, chest clenched.

“See you later.”

***

“You have to admit, Y/N’s got game.” Ashlyn mumbles to Ali, both looking at the dance floor as you dance between two women, a drink in your hand that you throw back without even a wince.

Across the table Christen has Tobin’s hand in a vice, the forward’s teeth clenched.

“Chris, I know we play soccer, but I still need my hand.” She cringes, sighing when the woman lets go, the white outlines of Christen’s fingers on her hand.

“Sorry Tobe...” She whispers, sighing deeply as she watches you laugh, one of the women now facing you.

“Go get her.”

Christen’s brows furrow as she looks across the table, nearly all of her teammates looking back.

“What?” She scoffs.

Mallory shrugs, glancing at everyone.

“You like her, go get her, show her you like her.”

Her teammates all nod along, the fast forward’s eyes going wide.

“I don’t know-

“Save it.” Megan says, putting her hand up. “We know you like her, yeah Y/N might be a fuckboi, but it doesn’t hurt to try.” She shrugs.

Christen opens her mouth to reply, but immediately snaps it shut when she sees the woman facing you is going for a kiss.

“Uh-oh.” Tobin mumbles as the woman jumps to her feet and hurries onto the dance floor, grabbing you by your shirt and dragging you away.

“What the hell Chris!” You yell over the booming music but Christen doesn’t stop, pulling you eventually out of view from the team.

“10 bucks say they hook up in the bathroom.” Ashlyn whispers to Megan who smirks.

“You’re on.”

***

“Chris, what’s wrong?” You ask when she shoves you into the bathroom, immediately and sternly kicking everyone in there out.

The second they’re gone she immediately locks the door.

“Chris, what’s going on-

Suddenly, and much to your surprise, the woman seizes you by the front of your shirt, pulling you into a kiss.

The kiss is short, sweet, a confession that has you completely shocked, your eyes slammed shut and mouth gaping.

Meanwhile, Christen is looking at you, waiting for a response.

“Did you just kiss me?” You whisper in disbelief and Christen smiles, backing you up against a nearby wall.

“I did.” She whispers, finally, your eyes crack open.

You blink rapidly, grinning when you realize Christen Press is standing right in front of you, hands still holding fistfuls of your shirt as she stares at you nervously.

“But...” You lick your lips. “Tobin...?” You ask, brows furrowed.

Christen’s brows arch.

“Tobin?” She asks, confused and you shrug, blushing as you glance away.

“You and Tobin, I can’t come between tha-

You gasp when Christen’s hand slips to the back of your head before pulling you into another kiss, a kiss that’s longer than the first, fueled by the same passion.

Again, when you part you can’t help but gape, your eyes still shut.

“There is no Tobin and I...” Christen whispers and your eyes flash open, locking with her beautiful green orbs.

“Se-Seriously?” You ask, shocked and Christen nods.

You scoff, shaking your head.

“You mean I could’ve asked you out all this time...?” You mumble aloud and Christen’s eyes widen.

“Asked me out?” She smirks and you shrug.

“Maybe...” You squeak, voice an octave higher.

Christen smirks, her green orbs running down your front where a few buttons had been popped on your dress shirt.

Your eyes widen when Christen starts popping the buttons on your shirt, pupils dilated as she traps her tongue between her teeth.

“Right now, there’s only one thing I want...” She purrs and you shiver, your core throbbing.

“What’s that?” You whisper, licking your lips and Christen smirks.

“I want you to fuck me.”

You release a quivering breath, watching as her green orbs darken with lust.

You put your hand up, Christen thinks you’re about to cup her cheek, but instead you slap your own face.

Christen lets out a giggle when your eyes further widen.

“Wait, that actually hurt.” You mumble. “I’m awake?” You say incredulously.

Christen cups your flushed cheek.

“Yes, you’re awake.” She giggles, leaning in to peck your lips.

You grasp her waist, pulling her against your front before your lips meet again, kisses sloppy as your lips meet over and over again.

Christen sighs when your tongue probes at her bottom lip, immediately welcoming your tongue inside, the pink organ flicking against the roof of her mouth before tangling with her own.

Christen gasps when you flip the two of you around, pressing her against the door as the two of you kiss, moans tumbling from your open mouths as your tongue play.

At the first roll of her hips you pull back, your eyes darting around the woman’s face, cheeks flushed as she pants heavily, chest rising and falling.

You smirk cockily, Christen letting out a squeal as you pull her into the air and carry her towards the sink, sitting her on top of the counter top it’s affixed to.

“I think you wanted me to do something, didn’t you?” You tease, kissing the woman’s neck gently, the forward’s body trembling.

“Yes...” She gasps when you nibble on her pulse point.

“Where do you need me Chris?” You whisper, ducking your head to nip at the exposed flesh at the top of her dress.

“Fuck!” She moans when you suck on the swell of her breast, leaving a purple bruise behind.

You hum, kissing from between her breasts, up her neck, along the underside of her jaw before you again meet her lips, grinning cockily as you pull back.

Your eyes remain locked with Christen’s dark green orbs as you roll her dress up, the woman picking up her hips to aid you in your mission.

The cool air hits Christen’s heat when you strip her panties off, pulling them over her heel covered feet.

Without another word, your eyes still on green orbs, you sink to your knees, the woman’s eyes nearly bulging from her skull as you hook her legs up over your shoulders.

“Shit...” Christen whispers as you press kisses to her calves, before reaching her inner thighs, the woman’s tongue darting between the tight line formed by her lips.

Finally, you reach your destination and you take a deep breath.

“You smell so fucking good Chris...” You whisper, turning your head to gently nibble on her thigh. “I bet you taste just as great.”

Without any further warning you dive in, face hidden by Christen’s dress as your tongue runs through her folds.

“Fuck!” She cries out, slapping a hand over her mouth as your tongue drinks her in as if she were the fountain of youth.

“Oh, my fucking God!” She moans, unable to see exactly what you’d done with your tongue, but whatever it was, it felt fucking amazing.

You smirk, repeating the action and getting the same result, the woman letting out a squeaky moan.

“Don’t get us caught.” You whisper, kissing the apex between the woman’s thighs and she laughs, gasping when you lick her slit.

“Easy for you to say...” She sighs biting her fist when you do the thing with your tongue that drives her wild.

“You’re so wet.” You whisper, teasing her entrance with your tongue. “Fuck, I could do this all night.” You grin, the woman above you trembling as your tongue slips inside her, exploring the tight channel.

“Oh god...”

“Feel good?” Your tongue retreats, just so you can cockily ask, grinning at Christen’s wordless and rapid nods.

“Feels so good.” She moans when your tongue again slips inside her, the organ not finished probing her from inside.

Christen tousles your hair, her thin, long fingers tangling in it as she pulls you closer to her core.

“So good.” She quivers, body shaking slightly as you began your assault on her clit.

“Wait...” You whisper, pulling back, much to Christen’s dismay.

The woman watches as you roll her dress up further, her green orbs nearly black as they dart around your face, your chin wet with her slick.

You lean in, the woman moaning as she tastes herself on your tongue.

“I want you to watch me fuck you.” You growl against her lips the woman’s throat bobbing.

“Then fuck me.” She challenges and you grin, pecking her lips before you again sink to your knees.

“Gladly.”

Christen watches for a millisecond, realizing that what had earlier felt so good was your tongue wiggling and teasing her clit’s shaft, her eyes slamming shut as she rocks into your face.

“Fuck Y/N...” She shivers and you grin, nipping at her clit.

“Say my name.” You whisper, sucking her clit into your mouth.

“Y/N!” She cries out, your tongue lashing against the little bundle of nerves.

“Fuck...” You quake, giving her clit a hard suck.

Without absolutely no warning the woman lets out a cry, body spasming as she cums, hands fisting in your hair as she rocks into your mouth with absolutely no sense of rhythm.

You meanwhile are in utter ecstasy, the woman’s essence coating your tongue, but you’re suddenly cut off guard, turning to let out a loud groan against her thigh when your body convulses as it reaches its climax.

Christen watches, wide eyed as you cum from absolutely no stimulation, the mere act of bringing her pleasure enough to send you over the edge.

You raggedly breathe as you come down from your high, body still quaking slightly.

“Th-That’s never happened before...” You mumble embarrassed, your cheeks flushed.

Christen cups your cheek, running her hand down your face to gently take your chin between her thumb and index finger.

“It’s okay...” She purrs and you smile softly, tilting your head down to kiss her thumb.

You stand your back and knees popping as you do so before your lips meet Christen’s, the taste of herself on your tongue making her moan.

You pull back from the kiss, breathless, running your lips along her cheek before they brush her ear.

“I’m not done with you.” You whisper, the brunette letting out a grunt as your fingers run through her folds.

“You didn’t think I was done, did you?” You tease, your fingertips teasing her entrance.

“You didn’t think I’d not want my fingers inside you, did you?” You lick the shell of her ear. “Didn’t think I wouldn’t want to feel your slippery clit beneath my fingertips?” You ask, Christen sighs when your fingertips brush her clit.

Christen’s mouth opens and closes a few time, the only sound leaving her mouth being a whine.

You press your fingertips against her clit, smirking when her hips cant. Gently, you take her hand, placing it on your shoulder before doing the same with her other.

“You’re going to want to hold on.” You smirk, Christen’s pupils dilating a millisecond before your flick your wrist.

Christen’s nails dig into your shoulders as your fingers move, drawing tight, fast circles over the sensitive nub between her legs.

“Fuck... Yes, yes...” She cries when two of your fingers easily invade the woman’s tight channel, your thumb rubbing her clit mercilessly fast as your fingers work inside her.

“You like that?” You ask, intently watching Christen’s face, gauging her reactions to see what drives her wild.

The deeper your fingers slip, the wider Christen’s mouth opens, the wrinkle between her brows deepening.

“Yes, God yes.” She sighs, green orbs fluttering open, locking with your Y/E/C orbs.

You press your lips to hers, the woman grunting against your lips when you palm her breast with your free hand.

Much to your surprise, Christen suddenly slips off the sink surprising you by backing you up against the door.

“You don’t get to have all the fun.” She whispers into your mouth, spreading your legs with her own before slipping it between them.

You throw your head back, letting out a groan when the woman rolls her hips, her thigh rubbing between your legs.

“Fuck.” Christen sighs, when you bend your leg, thigh now between her legs. Her fingers tangling in the baby hairs at the base of your neck as the two of you rut into one another.

You let out a deep moan that makes the woman shiver.

“God, fucking, do that again.” She sighs, relishing in the sound of your raspy moans.

“Chris...” You sigh, ducking your head and burying your face in her neck as your hips rock harder.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Christen cries out, turning her head to hide her face against the side of your head.

“God Chris, ugh...”

Christen cries out, body shaking as she cums, your hold on her tightening as she quivers in your arms.

Christen’s arms wrap tightly around you as stars explode behind your eyes, your orgasm tearing through you, the sound of Christen’s climax prolonging your orgasm as the two of your rock slower, helping each other down from your highs.

The two of you pant heavily, your lips meeting softly, kisses less sloppy and more passionate.

Christen’s bottom lip ends up between yours and you pepper it with tender kisses, so soft it makes the woman weak at her knees from more than just her orgasms.

“Fuck, that was...” Christen sighs and you grin.

“Amazing.” You sigh, your voice affectionate rather than cocky.

You turn your head, kissing Christen’s cheek over and over again until the woman giggles.

“So uhhhh...” You swallow hard, glancing anywhere in the bathroom other than at Christen’s face.

“What’s wrong?” She asks, frowning, hoping you don’t think what the two of you had done is a mistake.

“Do you uhhh....” You bite your lip. “Want to go on a date with me?” You ask and Christen smacks your chest.

“Christ, don’t scare me like that, I thought you were going to say you regretted it.” She lets out a relieved sigh.

“No! Not a chance! I could never regret...” Your cheeks flush. “Doing that, with you...” You mumble and Christen giggles, kissing your lips.

“Do you always act like this after sex?” She snorts and you laugh, shaking your head.

“No...” You shrug. “But it’s not every day you get to... See someone as beautiful as you...” You lean in, your lips brushing hers. “Cum in their arms.”

Christen shudders as you duck your head, sucking on her pulse point.

“Wait, wait.” Christen puts her hand on your chest and you pull back with a frown.

Christen cups your cheeks, leaning up to kiss your lips.

“We should take this back to the hotel...” She whispers and you grin, cheeks flushed.

“You read my mind.”

You turn around, ready to leave the bathroom but you stop, turning to face Christen.

“I’m sorry... For how I’ve been acting...” You whisper, Christen’s brows furrowing.

“I... I thought you were with Tobin, and I just... I thought I could use other women to ignore it...” You cup her cheeks. “But I couldn’t, I only ever wanted you.”

Your thumb runs along her cheekbone, the woman’s eyes fluttering shut.

“And you’re all I’ve ever wanted.” She whispers as she kisses the palm of your hand.

Your eyes glaze over as your eyes dart around Christen’s face, your lips splitting in a grin.

“We need to get back to the hotel.” You whisper, leaning in to press a warm kiss to her lips. “I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you and I don’t want to have sex in a club bathroom... Again. I want to make love to you in a bed.”

Christen presses a fierce kiss to her lips before bumping her nose against yours.

“Well Y/N? What are we waiting for?” She asks and you grin, literally tearing the bathroom door open and darting out with Christen on your heels.

Your teammates cheer from across the club when they see you and Christen rushing out of the bar hand in hand.

“GET IT Y/N!”

“Shit.” Christen shivers when you get outside, making you turn around abruptly.

“What?” You ask worriedly and Christen shudders.

“I forgot my underwear in the bathroom.”

You bark out a laugh, throwing your head back.

“Tomorrow Christen Press’s panties are going to be on eBay.”

“Shut up Y/N.”

“I mean I’d buy your underwear.”

"Jesus Christ Y/N, you better shut up or I’m going to sleep when we get back to the hotel.”

“Yes ma’am, you got it, shutting up now.”

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randomsevans · 5 years ago

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PAIN OF BEING IN LOVE PART 5

“CHRIS !” Minka voice rang from the hall , instantly making Chris take a step back shoving his hands into his pockets . Leaving you grasping onto the side of the conter in shook and confusion . As you look back to Chris , all you see in his eyes is sadness and regret .

“but for who ? you , minka , HIM”

Minka came around to coner looking around the room utill her eyes met the back of Chris as he contuined to stare you .

“oh there you are “

Chris turned around and pt on an innocent small , walin gtowards Minka , and place a kiss on you forehead , as your chest tighten at the sight

“this is why you didnt want to be here , it hurts to much “ you reminded yourself .

“sorry , i didnt hear , you i was just getting so water 2 he said with a happy grin on his face

“how could he change so quickly ? oh wait his a FUCKIN actor “you asked you self

“with y/n ?“ your name was bitterly said by Minka

“ oh i just ran into her “ chris said as he tried to get Minka and himself out the room ,as he wrapped his arm around her waist

“now that hurt , is he just going to ignore what happened , you dont even FUCKIN understood what just happened”

just before there was about to turn around and leave “wait wheres your water ?” Minka asked clearly not buying it .

there was a moment of silence , before Chris spoken up

“ i already drunk it “ he said , She seemed to of brought it she nodded , closing her and leaned up and place a kiss to chriss lips which he just stoped with his eyes open slightly looking in your direction .

hurt was all you feel , as well as being confused , your mind a mush , as you watched the pair leave , Just before Chris turned the corner his eyes soften back to sadness and looked in your direction , and lazy smile lied on his face as he turned away from you and kissed the top of Minka head

Silence was the only thing that followed , complete slight , meet with a heavy breath you needed .

“ i need a FUCKIN drink !” you half yelled , half whispered

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you had found you way towards scott bumping into every possible thing , personal , plant . You had been drinking none stop for the last hour and it was finally catching up to you . you were in a mind of you own as the sky had turned black , and the people were slowly beginning to leave , Your head was pounding and you felt like you were on the edge of tears once again , You were confused , hurt , in pain , sad , depressed , anxious , you name it you probable felt like it , all yu emotion blurred into one . PAIN ! and there was no stopping it .

why did chris get that close ? why was he so bothered / what is Scott playong at ?

and just like that your drunken voice called out for your best friend

“SCOTT !” You shouted the best you could your voice becoming out broken and sour form the alcohol .

when there was no answer you shouted for him again “SCOTT !”

still no answer , everyone began to look at you like you were a mad women , when you were just drunk and wanted to go home .

you become anxious you didnt know where scott was , how was you going to get home . he was the only one who was going to understand what was going on with you . You needed him .

you began to lean on a back of a chair , and stared at the ground as you began to slowly cry ,praying that Scott would come back , if anyone was to look at you , there think you thought he was dead by the way he was acting .

it wasn't until strong arms came around you shhign you , You calmed instantly as you head met his chest

“Scott ?”

“he went to the toilet “ the voice startled you , it wasn't Scott .

you pushed your self away from Chris and stepped away from him . He frowned , he eyes full of worry as you wrapped your arms around yourself

“he will come back soon enough .. you know how he is , the life of the party , he probably got disgraced “ chris let at a dry chuckle as he tried to lighten the mood , taking a step closer to you , while reaching for your arm .

“are you okay ?” he asked

you felt uneasy being this close to the man that was hurting you so much inside because you love him , your arm burning to his touch a feeling that was all to addicting .

you sighted for a second enjoying his warmth as you closed your eyes

“never better “ you snapped your eyes open , stepping back .once again , away from him . He frowned again , but as well as worry , annoyance grew in his eyes

“why are you keeping doing that ?” he snapped his eyes fixed on the ground near your shoe before flipping back to you

“doing what ? “ you asked feeling anger boil over

“keep pushing away , not want me to speak to you , be near you , help you !”

“maybe its because it dont want you too “ you barked , anger showing in your face , that grew redder ,

his fist tighten while he looked at you , his expression slightly changed to one of hurt before anger two took him over .

“why !”

just before you could l say anything someone tugged at your elbow you turned your head to see Scott with his eye fixed one you . As you looked behind him to see everyone , friend , family , neighbour looking towards you and chris . You quickly become embarrassed

“lets get you home ya ?” Scott spoke slowly and softly as your eyes went back to him , glossing over .

“yeah i think you should !” chris voice boomed in a vicious way . , your head snapped at him a s he stared at you with anger , one you have never seen before .

“CHRISTOPHER “lisa came next to chris truing to come him down , he pulled him self away from his mother , and turned to you pointing his finger at you with a cold expression

“and dont even think about coming to the wedding !”

you were in shook , you were going to explode at any moment , tears or anger was anyone guess right now

“ i wasnt planning on it “ you spitted back , releasing yourself from scott and shoving past the Evan family heading to Scott's car

i guess anger won !

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i-am-very-very-tired · 4 years ago

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By Chris Chase

"That's so easy that I could do it," is a phrase that will be repeated countless times around televisions airing the Olympics this month. The short response is, "no, no it's not." The longer answer is a bit more complicated. Every Olympic sport absolutely has a distinct degree of difficult and because of that we decided to rank events to see which would actually be the easiest to win gold. Our criteria was simple: Imagine you are 21 (if you are 21, way to go, friend!) and have never played any Olympic sport. If you started training today, which sport would be the easiest in which to score a gold medal and which would be hardest, with all the other ones ranked in between. (If it's a team sport, you can't sit on the bench - you have to play.) Before you get all upset about the ranking of your favorite sport, one caveat: There are about 1,000 medals up for grabs at the Summer Olympics and it's next to impossible to win any of them. We're simply trying to find which sports are less impossible than the others.

1. Archery/Shooting

The easiest Olympic sports are so similar we had a tie for the "win." Though it's probably unwise to insult the two Olympic sports in which competitors use actual weapons, it's hard not to think that men and women with a lot of time and a steady hand couldn't master the same art as Robin Hood, Sammy "The Bull" Gravano and 2012 air pistol gold medalist Jin Jong-oh. Also, even if you're mediocre you could still hit a bullseye by complete accident, sort of like Gwyneth Paltrow did when she won that Oscar.

2. Sailing

Have you seen a pirate movie? Those guys don't seem especially smart or athletic, yet there they are plundering and escaping into the horizon all because of boat savvy. If they can do it, learning to harness the power of wind and moving a few jigs and booms doesn't seem all that tough. And if all else fails, just become best buds with sailing tycoon Larry Ellison and politely ask him to buy you a medal.

3. Rhythmic Gymnastics

It's gymnastics for people who can't walk the balance beam. This is a competition (not a sport, a competition) that values grace as much as athleticism and grace can be taught - I've seen My Fair Lady. Hmm, that's a reference only rhythmic gymnastics fans are going to understand.

4. Modern Pentathlon

Yes, you need to become proficient in five sports but that's a lot easier than becoming sublime in one. The five sports of MP are shooting, fencing, running, show jumping and swimming. How good do you have to be in each? NOT VERY! I was a good, but far from great, swimmer back in my day and my 200 freestyle at age 15, which wasn't even in the top 16 of my county, would have been the fastest at the MP U.S. nationals. Given that, it can't be all that hard to become decent enough in the other sports to beat other athletes not good enough to make it in a singular Olympic pursuit, right?

5. Synchronized Swimming

Did you know there used to be a solo synchronized swimming event at the Olympics? Say it out loud. Solo synchronized swimming. Anyway, now that that contradiction in terms is out of the Games it's just regular ol' syncing and I imagine that's far more difficult than it sounds. Not "actual sport" difficult but still pretty hard. Because, again, we're not saying it's easy to win a medal in any of these sports. But there's definitely a pecking order and we seek to decipher it. It is our obligation.

6. Fencing

You know who's won the last two NCAA fencing titles? Columbia.

7. Field Hockey

Team sports are a completely different animal than individual ones. The question isn't how long it would take to become one of the world's top three athletes, it's what threshold you have to reach to not become a complete on-field liability. I think field hockey is the team sport that would be both the easiest to relatively master and the best in which to hide yourself.

8. Soccer

Again, we're not trying to become Messi here. We're trying to get good enough on defense that you're not afraid of the ball and/or taking a couple of slide tackles. Think about it: National teams sometimes win after playing 75 minutes of 10 vs. 11. So, for soccer (assuming you can get yourself on a great national squad), you just have to make sure you're not worse than nobody.

9. Diving

The origin story of divers is invariably the same - they weren't clicking at swim practice so they wandered over to the diving well. There, the best used the power of repetition to become world-class at a sport that solely involves doing as much twisting and flipping as gravity will allow in between jumping off a board and hitting water. In gymnastics you create your own gravity. In diving, a ladder and reinforced steel does it for you. Also, diving has judges and judges make it easier to medal by a factor of 100.

10. Trampoline

It's like diving, without the water and self-loathing.

11. Rugby Sevens

The hardest part about rugby is being able to pull off a rugby shirt. If you're not from Australia or New Zealand and aren't named Clint, that's harder than you realize. The whole sevens part of Olympic rugby makes this pursuit more difficult for the obvious reason that there's fewer players on the field than in a regular game, but provided you could toughen up a bit and be willing to lose some teeth, you'd be able to hang on. (Just not to an opponent's hair, please.)

12. Canoe/Kayaking

This was the hardest sport to rank so putting it in between rugby and handball sounded about right. Like any sport, there's a certain knack you need in order to be successful, but of all sporting qualities to improve, strength is the easiest. There's only so fast you'll be able to run, but with enough time in the weight room and in the boat, you could eventually work your way through the rapids with some success.

13. Handball

Have you seen those European handball players? It's like a dozen dudes who look like Chad from The Bachelorette. This sport bears the brunt of many jokes but given that there's little football and lacrosse in European countries, where do the big guys go? The ball of the hand, y'all. Don't hate. Respect.

14. Badminton

Sixty-three nations have competed in badminton competitions at the Olympics. Four have won gold medals, with China having the most gold, silver and bronze medals, respectively. This suggests the sport isn't popular worldwide and therefore doesn't have a talent gap as much as it has an interest gap. Quit your job, go live at the USOC, spend your days hitting shuttlecocks and, who knows, maybe you could go compete.

15. Table Tennis

Oh, ping-pong is an Olympic sport. Haha. Haha. It's the only Olympic sport that doubles as a drinking game. LOL. ROTFL. Yeah, take your sneering disdain for table tennis and see how that works out against Ma Long, the Chinese favorite for gold. That man takes no prisoners. With enough practice you could maybe become great at the sport. And the fact that it's a one-on-one game helps with the theoretical ease of advancing in an Olympic tournament. But don't think it'd be easy simply because it features a piece of equipment that you used as a way to pregame while a fifth-year senior at Wisconsin. (Also, using paddles to play beer pong is lame.)

16. Rowing

We've climbed a step here from "you have a 0.001% chance to medal" into the "you're not winning a medal unless you've untapped some heretofore unknown talent like amazing upper body strength or an imperviousness to lactic acid buildup" category. The reason rowing is up this high is because there is an off-chance you're 5'3" and weigh 120 pounds, in which case you could step right in, become a coxswain and ride the broad shoulders of Princeton men to a silver. However, if you're just a regular person of regular height and build then you have as little chance of winning rowing gold as the Winklevoss twins have of ever regaining their dignity.

17. Cycling

Are you an athlete in Putin's Russia and/or have easy access to clenbuterol? If the answer to both is no, you're going to have a tough time breaking into cycling. An aside: We averaged the different disciplines of cycling rather than split them up into their many categories because, well, it's cycling. That being said, BMX would be at, or near, the top of the list while the velodrome races would be far harder. Road racing would be in the middle because even though you need to build up thighs of cinder blocks and calves of bowling pins while also learning the obnoxiousness of riding on roads designed for cars dressed like you're competing in the Tour de France, at the end of the day, road racing is a bit of a toss-up. You stay in the pack and then start pedaling really fast at the end, praying for the best.

18. Track (Field Events)

There's an obvious difference between long jump, shot put, high jump and javelin but the one common thread is that you are neither fast enough nor strong enough to compete in any. Still, I suppose that with the right weight training and technique, you could teach yourself to become good enough in the, say, discus. But unless you're the size of an NFL offensive lineman you could work all your life and not come within dozens of meters of the world's best shot putter and hammer thrower.

19. Water Polo

In terms of competition, this might be the toughest Olympic sport. But if you were able to learn how to swim decently and gained the power to tread water, maybe - just maybe - you could sneak onto a solid water polo team and not mess things up too much.

20. Basketball/21. Volleyball

The two hardest of all the Olympic team sports for the simple reason that there's no place to hide. Basketball actually ranks easier than volleyball because of the disparity between Team USA and the rest of the world. Even with you on the floor, four NBA players would still dispatch with Tunisia, even if the opponent's offensive game plan was just a circled picture of you drawn on a whiteboard. There's a general parity between Olympic volleyball teams and the game is more inclusive of all players on the floor. Translation: Kevin Durant would never have to look your way.

22. Judo/23. Taekwondo

Most of the reasons for these sports' rankings are mentioned next, but we put these two a step lower because there are less people taekwondoing out there than boxing.

24. Boxing

The sport is ditching the headgear in Rio, going back to the old days when fighters went into the ring only with a set of gloves, a pair of trunks and their will. This changes things massively. Before, you could theoretically figure out some savvy footwork, build some punching strength and hope to have the same judges that screwed over Roy Jones in Seoul, all while the headgear protected you, a little, from getting punch drunk. Now, good luck. The only reason this isn't closer to the end of our list is those aforementioned judges and the concept of weight classes. If you're 5'9", there's no recourse on the basketball court. In boxing, at least you're not punching up.

25. Triathlon

Same idea as modern pentathlon (becoming good in three sports rather than great in one) except that triathletes are far better in their three sports than the MPers are in their five. Also, swimming a mile, biking 25 and running a 10K back-to-back-to-back is no joke.

26. Beach Volleyball

Is it a team sport is there's only one other teammate? Whatever your definition, beach volleyball is tougher than regular volleyball because while there's a chance you could get decent enough at beach volleyball to have a great partner cover for you, there's only so much you can do when you're 50% of the squad.

27. Equestrian

You can teach a horse to jump but can you teach a man to teach a horse to jump?

28. Wrestling

We have seven sports left and we've finally made the jump to sheer impossibility. Whereas you almost certainly weren't going to make the podium in triathlon, you 100% absolutely, positively aren't going to do it in any of the remaining sports. But a ranking is a ranking, so we'll try and figure out which impossible task is slightly less impossible than another. Wrestling leads our list solely because there are enough windows of possibility (penalty on opponent, you building up enough strength and getting lucky with a move, bad judging) for you to do something.

29. Gymnastics

The same goes with our last judged sport. The stop watch or scoreboard doesn't lie, but the Russian judge can.

30. Weightlifting

In continuing our splitting of hairs, weightlifting at least has the weight classes that divides the field. But again, it doesn't matter how much time you spend at Planet Fitness, the only clean and jerk competition you'd be able to win is if you got very into personal grooming and taking seats on the subway from old ladies, pregnant women, disabled veterans and children. (High-fives self.)

31. Tennis

There is no such dividing of the field in tennis. Whether you were to face Novak Djokovic or the 64th seed in the first round, the over/under on points you'd win right now would be 0.5. If you started playing every day, it'd be 10 years and the over/under would stay the same, only for games instead of points.

32. Swimming

The specifics of our rules hurt the most in swimming. Other sports can be learned. But if you're 21 and didn't know how to swim beyond floating around in the pool, then it'd take years just to get good enough where you'd be able to start a training regimen equal to the top 12-year-olds in the country.

33. Track (Racing)

You can't teach two things: savvy and speed. If you can run well and have some endurance, then maybe you could train your way into a respectable finish at the marathon or 10K. In the 100? Your twitch reflexes are so slow that by the time you'd ponder winning gold, Usain Bolt would be in his victory pose. (And you might be thinking: What about racewalking, the oft-mocked sport requiring Shakira-like hips and a fine-tuned technique? The answer is: Don't smirk. The bronze-medal time in London in the 20K - just under a half-marathon - was 79 minutes. That's about a 6:20 mile, a blazing pace that 99% of amateur runners couldn't hit while running, let along walking.)

34. Golf

The Olympics' hardest sport is one with history and stats to back up that status. The U.S. Open is actually open to all recreational golfers and every year, thousands who have the handicap cutoff try and make the field. With that, no commoner in modern times has ever been within a Bubba Watson drive of smelling the top of the leaderboard. Of course, winning a golf medal is going to be even harder in 2020 when the IOC kicks the sport off the program.

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Percy and Annabeth would 100% do their own version of the Halloween Heist every year. Annabeth obviously wins year one but as more people are pulled in the Title of Best Demigod/Satyr/Centaur gets passed around a lot.

You know what? Fuck it! Mini Fanfic time! Annabeth winning hmmm? I’m actually busy with not going crazy during quarantine and working on my feature length Percabeth fic (coming out in 2025, I guess). And it’s way too early (or late) for Halloween. But let’s do this! One shitty fic - hot and fresh out of the oven!

The Halloween Heist

The plan was ready and set. They all would do it one last time together before their paths separated and all of them drifted apart like gusts of wind. The heroes of Camp Half-Blood reunited one last time before college hit the last of them. They wanted to relive a normal holiday together, just this once.

Annabeth and Malcom set up different routes; A, B and C throughout New York City, Manhattan specifically. Those that could, joined. And would the little kids that were on the streets going to be respected? Definitely not. Of course, it would be a competition – who would turn out to be the one most successful? Whose group would be candy lords or ladies of the night? Who looked the most horrifying?

Everyone agreed that in the last part they all lost. None of them dressed in the true horrifying manner of the Halloween tradition. The Stolls’ were dressed as super heroes, Connor as Batman and Travis as The Flash. Katie joined them as Poison Ivy. Clarisse pulled off a solid Sarah Connor and her boyfriend Chris stood proudly next to her as The Terminator. The only person that looked slightly scary was Malcom. He was dressed as a zombie and his eye bags stemming from the latest project he had been working on through the entire night added to the nature of his character.

“Well!” Percy exclaimed and tapped the floor with a wooden trident. “Let the games begin!”

Annabeth rolled her eyes. He wore khaki shorts, flip flops and a Hawaii themed shirt and those stupid pink window blinds sunglasses from 2012. “That’s just purely lazy! You dress up like your father every time on Halloween.”

“And it works just fine every time,” he said after sharing a soft kiss. Not only that, his outfit was unironically super comfortable. His hair tickled her. The only good thing was that he had actually grown out a beard which hugged his handsome face very tightly.

Percy raised a black eyebrow. “What are you going for?”

Annabeth looked like she had raided Paul’s wardrobe. Light dress shirt, ugly green sweater vest, tight black jeans and goddamn Birkenstock shoes. Her blonde curls were gelled back and put into a tight bun. The dark frames of her glasses oozed sexy librarian but the expression on her face only said shhh!

“Sexy Chiron with a third eye and without the horse ass end?” Chris and Malcom grinned, Katie snorted whereas the Stolls’ and Clarisse shared a loud cackle. Annabeth looked like she wanted to murder him.

“No! I’m Cecil from Welcome to Night Vale,” she corrected him.

“Cecil?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. We listened to the first 100 episodes together! The lore, the intricacy, the little pieces you have to put together,” Annabeth looked very adorable whenever she was nerding and ranting about her passions.

“Well, The Weather is quite nice.” That was all Percy had to add.

“That means we have to re-listen everything!” Annabeth decided. Percy simply nodded. Yes, they would re-listen.

“We?” Katie raised a red dyed eyebrow. “Don’t tell me that you’ve become a we couple.”

“Of course not!” both denied. “And don’t be so sarcastic, Percy! We will re-listen!”

Clatter. The group turned to their right. Grover appeared wearing a flower crown on top of his horns, a torn green dress shirt… and nothing further down below. “That’s just unfair!” The Stolls’ yelled and pointed at his dark hairy goat legs.

“No, this is a way of nature saying, Grover you got this. Also be nice! Me taking off time as a Lord of the Wild should be considered a blessing,” the black satyr grinned.

The brothers huffed and Malcom rolled his eyes. “Where’s Juniper?” Annabeth asked.

“Couldn’t make it unfortunately,” the Grover pouted.

“And Will and Nico? Will promised us 90s Justin Timberlake with a puka shell necklace, meanest frosted tips and Donald Trump tan!”

The satyr shrugged. “They have decided that re-watching Corpse Bride for the millionth time was more important. Anyway. Annabeth, you got the straws?”

“Of course, I do. We have three groups á three people. Red is A, blue is B and green is C. Biggest candy stash wins, got it? Ultimate bragging rights, the last prank idea on Chiron and blue cupcakes from Sally. Let the Fates decide!”

“You sure about that?”

“Percy, shut up! Let’s just do this.”

The participants nodded. Team A consisted of Percy, Clarisse and Travis. Team B were Annabeth, Chris and Malcom. Lastly Team C was made up by Grover, Katie and Connor.

“Two Athena kids in one group is just unfair,” Clarisse huffed.

“Deal with it,” Malcom grinned. “You know the routes? Let’s begin! You’ve got three hours!”

*****

Percy rang the bell. A middle-aged woman with curlers opened the door. “Yes?” she mustered him.

Percy cleared his throat. “Lord Poseidon demands all of your candy!” he said with a deep booming voice.

The woman stared at him weirdly. “Poseidon as in the god of sea? Since when does a Greek god look like homeless person wandering around the beach?”

“Uh…Since always?”

“Alright, fair enough.”

*****

A young man opened the door. Annabeth was greeted by the smell of grease, Cheetos and bleach. The meanest hotbox fumes smacked her across the face. She coughed and felt her eyes tearing up. She wanted to experience the rush of winning, not feel that kind of high just yet.

“That your Halloween costume?” She simply nodded.

“Fucking sick, dude! You look like my college professor!”

“Well in that case hand your assignments in or give me all of your candy,” she grinned.

*****

A young mother and her daughter opened up for Grover.

“Wow! I want that costume mommy!” wailed the girl.

“Ellie, you’re already a witch. But how did you create those legs? They look so real?”

“They came off pretty naturally,” Grover shrugged.

“And the horns?!”

“I can’t spill all of my secrets, I’m afraid. I am but a humble servant of nature asking you to give something sweet back to us.”

The woman giggled. “Oh, and he’s a poet as well!”

“Uhh no?” denied Grover.

“Here take some of our candy!”

“Okay! Nature won’t forget your service, ma’am! And neither yours, Ellie!”

*****

The nine gathered at the Jackson’s hours later. Each team piled their candy stock. It was a clear-cut victory. Annabeth and Malcom looked proudly at their stash.

“We did it!” Katie yelled behind them. Team Grover won, they nearly covered the entire floor with chocolates and packs of sour patches. Satyr bonus probably. The Athena siblings lost their victorious smiles immediately.

“Looks like Team Athina kids lost!” Grover exclaimed with a smirk.

Annabeth looked like she’d all of a sudden love to possess Chiron’s horse ass to give him a massive horse kick. “Wait! Do we count the total mass or the individual candy because in that sense we would have won?” she questioned.

“Everyone saying that Annabeth would never cheat can now clearly tell that that was a fucking lie!” Percy shook his head.

“Well, work smart not hard,” Annabeth stuck her tongue out.

“There can always be a next time if we coordinate! And we will crush you!”

The End

#they're all ooc because they're essentially me. also this shit's wack. why am I posting this. well too late I guess #pjo #pjo fanfic #halloween au #percy jackson and the olympians #annabeth chase #grover underwood #katie gardner #malcom pace #percy jackson fanfiction #clarisse la rue #chris rodriguez #travis stoll #connor stoll #mel writes

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Nothing Matters In Wrestling Anymore

A lot of what made wrestling great in the past is sorely lacking today. Usually, this is attributed to the revolving door of personnel, except in the WWE the same person who oversaw the wrestling boom in the 1980s and its roaring renaissance or the late 1990s and early 2000s is still here. Vince McMahon still runs everything. One of the greatest performers in the history of sports entertainment, Triple H, is Chief Operating Officer of WWE and has been since 2011. Bruce Pritchard, a booker during the WWE’s most successful periods, was appointed the Senior Vice President. While the title is vague, it is implied Pritchard is no empty suit.

So why is the product so poor nowadays? Why does it seem McMahon is resting on his laurels even when there is no laurels to rest on?

In my eyes, the issue is too many cooks in the kitchen. The product became over bloated since the fall of WCW. Somewhere along the line, McMahon believed the WWE brand itself is the main selling point and not the wrestlers. You can see this in how the Survivor Series pay-per-view is booked in contrast to before. Monday Night Raw and whichever day Smackdown is airing, have been engaged in a fictitious war since the brands split in 2002. The “war” ended in 2013, then resumed in the summer of 2016.

The Survivor Series are traditionally characterized by having tag-team elimination matches, pitting teams of four or five combatants against one another. Before 2016, the teams were captained and defined by the highest ranking babyfaces and heels of the WWE. For an example, in the 1993 Survivor Series the top babyface was Bret “Hitman” Hart and the Hart Foundation, a stable made up of family members he was the leader of. They formed a five-man team to take on the heel Shawn Michaels and his “Knights”, who were just wrestlers going by “Knights” for reasons I have yet to understand.

Every Survivor Series team is now defined merely by which brand they are on. Team Raw vs Team Smackdown; in the most recent pay-per-view the WWE added NXT to the fold.

It’s curious in an era where the WWE invested so much into Roman Reigns and Seth Rollins, they are given the role of leading their respective Survivor Series teams, but it is always about the brands they are on, not about them.

So why am I complaining about Survivor Series 2019? The PPV aired almost four-months ago, and it is WrestleMania season. Who cares about Survivor Series? But this is a perfect example of WWE not wanting to commit to anything long term, or having any real plans beyond kicking the can down the road and see what happens later on.

In October, Chris Jericho and TNT launched their weekly All Elite Wrestling show “Dynamite.” Quickly making an impression on a wrestling audience in search of anything but the stale product they’ve been subjected too. Despite wrestling in America being synonymous with the WWE, AEW caught on rather fast and NXT was thrust on to television to counter their chief competitors new show every Wednesday.

NXT is simply Triple H’s offspring. A pet project he began when his transitioned away from an every day performer on the road. It is a tighter, scaled back version of Raw and SmackDown. NXT is notorious for creating stars, like Bayley and Sasha Banks, then giving them to WWE who have no idea what to do with them. NXT is a modest boutique in the larger realm of WWE. But the brass of WWE thought it be a good idea to showcase the talent of NXT by staging an invasion storyline in hopes of gaining eyeballs on their Wednesday show.

For those wondering whether this worked, AEW and NXT have gone head-to-head since October 2nd and have won the ratings war just three times out the 26 weeks.

This is after NXT ran rough-shot on the best WWE had to offer. Adam Cole defeated four time champion Daniel Bryan on SmackDown. On the Survivor Series, the NXT women’s team destroyed Team Raw and SmackDown, and on the men’s side Keith Lee made an impression by taking Roman Reigns the distance in a losing effort. Shayna Baszler bested two WWE Women’s champions, Becky Lynch and Bayley to wrap the dominance of NXT up in a nice bow.

Outside of Lee, nobody walked away from Survivor Series with a rub. You could say Baszler earned some respect points, but she pinned Bayley, and the next day the WWE Twitter account downplayed the accomplishment by reminding us Becky, the champion that matters, did not eat the pin. Baszler didn’t even win the Royal Rumble. Charlotte Flair made her look like an idiot and won something she didn’t need to win. You can say challenging NXT champion Rhea Ripley is a continuation of the invasion angle, but you could have gotten her there by not sacrificing Baszler. Having Flair win the rumble only to challenge the smaller brand is like The Undertaker winning the Royal Rumble in 2007 and challenging ECW champion Bobby Lashley at WrestleMania. It doesn’t feel organic, and not thought out.

NXT began their invasion targeting former champions The Miz and the aforementioned Bryan, Baszler ambushed Bayley after her match against Nikki Cross. The next week, Triple H boasts the accomplishments of Baszler, Tommaso Ciampa, and Adam Cole, telling us he is the leader of this invading force.

There’s a couple of problems with the sacrifice lambs being Miz and Bryan. Since 2011, Miz has been a joke. There was a time when Miz managed to get himself over as WWE’s top heel, but ever since main eventing WrestleMania 27 he’s been ridiculed and minimized. Now on to Bryan, Triple H hates him. Never takes him seriously as a top guy and holds legit naked contempt for him and his most ardent fans. In this age of wrestling, the fans are as wise to the behind the scenes machinations and sausage making we can easily see through Triple H’s words even if it is meant to be viewed through the lens of keyfabe.

It makes the NXT guys look like losers they ignored Brock Lesnar and Bray Wyatt, who recently won the championships of their respective brands.

WWE never pooled their resources together to try and defeat the invaders. They just went about like business as usual. In the tag elimination matches, Raw wrestlers eliminated SmackDown wrestlers, and vice versa. It served as counterproductive, in the women’s 5-on-5-on-5 triple threat elimination match, the only NXT star to score a pin was Rhea Ripley at the end. The men’s side fared better. Ciampa eliminated Kevin Owens and Baron Corbin. Matt Riddle pinned Randy Orton. Lee pinned Seth Rollins.

But neither Ciampa, Riddle or Lee have done anything significant to capitalize. Ripley is the only one from either division to have a match at ‘Mania.

When Baszler failed to take the belt off of Becky, it perfectly signified the half-assed nature of WWE. A constant string of start-stop pushes, then wondering why the talent isn’t over. Nobody likes “always the bridesmaid.” Nobody likes a loser. Nobody likes wrestlers who express vulnerability. We like bad asses. We like killers. WWE isn’t cinema where you have to adhere to the Hayes Code.

If WWE booked Baszler to break Becky’s arm at Survivor Series and win the Rumble she is likely in a better position to be a main event player.

WWE had no plans for NXT beyond Survivor Series. The NXT roster will remain where they are until they are individually called up. The invasion meant nothing. Triple H didn’t try to stage a coup. Rollins didn’t defect, join NXT, and resurrect The Authority (I know they’re dead). None of the champions were challenged.

All of this meant nothing. None of it mattered. And if nothing matters, then there’s no point to getting invested in anything.

#free coinage of silver #WWE #shayna baszler #becky lynch #Survivor Series #WrestleMania #WrestleMania 36 #Triple H #Seth Rollins #The Authority #bianca belair #bayley #sasha banks #rhea ripley #NXT #Raw #smackdown #Keith Lee #Daniel Bryan

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Boyfriend for The Weekend

Christopher Velez x Reader

Warning: a mini semi-smut in the beginning

Prompt #73 - “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

Prompt #74 - “You’re a dork, just like your father”

S/n: okay this wasn't as emotional as I expected but hi anon I'm sooooo sorry for the late delivery of request :( it hope you liked it tho, it’s a lengthy imagine!

04/15/2019 - Edited any grammatical errors.

“You’re so hot”

“I know.”

“Confident much?”

Christopher moaned a deep, throaty groan when you pressed yourself firmly onto him. He bit his lip, his eyes darting from yours to where your crotch is rocking against his growing hard-on.

“I need you.” Christopher rasped through the kiss and squeezed your ass with his desperate large hands.

“You always need me.” You giggled against his cheeks as you trailed kisses down his jawline to his neck.

It all started when Christopher had this fantastic idea and wondered if you wanted to be fuck buddies. After realizing that he was risking of infections from the many fucks and one night stands, why not have sex with one person? And that could be his hot best friend?

You, on the other hand, were tired of pleasuring yourself with just your fingers and toys so when Christopher asked you, you did not hesitate to say yes.

When you were just about to slide his shorts down, your phone suddenly rang, interrupting your seshie. Christopher grabbed your phone from the side table, his eyes widened when he read the caller ID, “It’s your mom.”

With a sigh, you took your phone, rolled off of Chris, and answered the phone, “Hey mom,”

“(Y/n)! Are you home?” Her voice boomed through the speaker, making you hold your phone at arm’s length before pressing it to your ear again to reply.

“Yup.” You responded absently. Christopher was distracting you by squeezing your breast. With a cheeky smirk, he leaned towards your nipple and gave it a small delicate lick.

OH GOD, HELL NO.

Before he could do anything else, you pushed Christophers’ head away from your boob, not wanting your mom to hear what you were doing on the other end.

“Did you pack for this weekend? Do you want any food for us to prepare?” She asked through the phone. Your family had this huge gathering this weekend, and your mom won’t stop calling you about it because they missed you and wanted to see you so badly.

You hopped off the bed, shrugged your bathrobe on, and walked out of your bedroom, but not without flipping Christopher off first.

“Yeah, I packed everything and you know I’ll eat anything.” You sighed and leaned against the wall outside of your room.

“Good and mija…”

“Hmm?”

“Do you have a boyfriend already?”

You groaned audibly and rubbed your face in annoyance.

“Mooom,” You whined.

“What? It’s just that you’ve been single for so long. I could set you up with my friends’ son…”

The question always came up every damn phone call. But that whole “do you have a boyfriend” card did not stop there, it overflowed during family gatherings. Every member of the family asked you this even your baby cousins! One even asked when you were getting married. It was outrageous. They can’t take “I am single and happy” for an answer. The pestering and the constant blind date your family set you up for grew annoying and you know it will happen again in the family gathering this weekend.

As your mom continued to ramble, you turned and leaned on the door frame of your bedroom to face Christopher, who was waited for you expectantly on your bed. You just wanted to have a peaceful family gathering so you said something you will definitely regret.

“-Ay, mija. He’s so gorgeous, so guapo, I think…”

“I have a boyfriend.”

The moment your words slipped, you knew there was no going back.

“What?”

You sighed heavily then pinched the bridge of your nose. You know you were going to regret it but you repeated yourself anyway, “I have a boyfriend.”

There was silence on the other line but before you could speak, a high-pitched squeal screeched through the phone followed by a chorus of voices booming through the speakers causing you to hold it at arm's’ length. Not long before you hear your mom shushing the noise before responding.

“Are you bringing him this weekend?” She beamed like a schoolgirl.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because..” You sighed, scrambling for an excuse. “-he’s busy.”

She scoffs, “Bring him or we’ll go over to your place and meet him.”

You groaned through the phone, defeated. After what took like forever negotiating with your mom, you finally surrendered and agreed to bring ‘boyfriend’ over the weekend. When the phone call ended, you slapped your forehead and slid it down your face.

Where the hell is you going to look for a boyfriend in a day ?!

You slid against the wall, your face in your hands. You were so frustrated with your own stupidity that you didn’t notice Christopher crouched next to you.

“Okay, Amor?” He asked, and you shook your head against your hands.

“I did the stupidest thing.” You mumbled. He grabbed your wrist and pulled your hands to see your face.

“You always do stupid things.” He chuckled, and you frowned at him. When he realize you were being serious, he coughed and scratched the back of his head.

“Okay sorry, what is this stupidest thing you’ve done?”

You sighed and told him about the whole conversation with your mom, and all Christopher did was laugh at your face.

You feel your face heat-up and smacked his arm, “Stop laughing!”

“I can’t! That is the stupidest thing you’ve done. How do you expect to find a boyfriend by tomorrow?” He cackled as he held his side from laughing too hard.

You stood up, entered your bedroom, and plopped on your bed to calm yourself. “I should probably post on Facebook ‘Wanted: Boyfriend For Hire. Paid with Unlimited Food.”

Christopher joined you and sat on the edge of the bed. “You know if anyone posted that for unlimited food, I’d be their boyfriend for a lifetime.”

You shot up with the most brilliant idea in mind and turned to face Christopher.

He looked at you back confused “What?”

“Chris, baby.” You cooed. With that tone, he immediately picked up what you were about to ask.

He shook his head almost immediately, “Don’t even..”

“Please, Chris?” You begged and hugged his arms, getting up all on his face with your best puppy eyes.

He looked down at you, shaking his head as you tightened your grip on his arm, “Nope.”

“Please.”

“No.”

“Free food?”

“How long?”

“A week.”

“A month.”

After negotiating, Christopher finally agreed to become your ‘fake’ boyfriend for the weekend.

You hugged him triumphantly, “Yay! Thank you!”

“Ugh, you’re lucky I think you’re hot.” He scoffed and shooked his head.

You crawled on his lap and straddled his hips once again. When you dove for a kiss, he suddenly stopped you mid-way.

“I’m still getting unlimited food, right?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes but nodded your head. He grins and grabs the back of your neck, pulling your lips against his to finish what you guys started.

The weekend finally rolled in. The sun was shining and the sky was blue, it looked like it will be a beautiful weekend. As soon as you and Christopher pulled up at your parents’ driveway, your family swarmed out of the house to greet you both. The day hasn’t even begun yet but things are starting to get crazy.

You held Chris’ hand the whole time, introducing him to the whole family.

When your mom finally met him she was head over heels for this boy. With his natural lovable charms? Who wouldn’t be?

Your dad, on the other hand, was iffy at first. When he first saw Christophers’ tattoos, he had a disapproving frown because he was quite traditional. But when Christopher started talking about cars, you knew Chris won him over because he gave you a thumbs up and an approving smirk. Oh god.

Everyone loved Christopher. The kids loved playing with him, your tias were swooning, your tios thought he was the best and surprisingly, your parents thought he was good for you. Oh, how it would break their hearts when they find out none of it was real.

As night set in, everyone is off to bed. Your parents suggested that you shared your old room with your ‘boyfriend’. On the same bed. Usually, they won’t allow it, but a few rules can bend if your parents loved him so much.

You just finished taking a bath and entered your room with nothing but your bathrobe on. When you went to dig your pajamas from the duffle bag, you noticed Christopher on your bed, messing with his phone.

Your eyes went wide, throwing him a t-shirt and it lands over his head, “hey!”

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

He grabbed the shirt off his head and shrugged.

“To tempt you.” He teased.

“We can’t have a sense here, babe. My parents are next door.” You chuckled and sat next to him on the bed.

“Put a shirt on. It’ll be the families’ scandal if they find you naked.”

“But they love me!” He protested and your eyes rolled at his confidence. But he’s right. Your family loved him.

“You’re such a dork, I don’t get why they love you.” He scowled at you and scoffed. “You’re a dork, just like your father.”

When you finished putting on your pajamas, you crawled to bed and joined Chris under the covers. After a moment of silence, Christopher spoke.

“Your family is nice. Reminds me of mine back in Ecuador.” He looked at you with a smile. His tone was nostalgic.

“Maybe we could visit them,” You suggested.

He chuckled, “Why not? Maybe I could introduce you as my girlfriend.”

A warm feeling fluttered in your stomach at the thought of Christopher introducing you to his family as his girlfriend. The idea of dating Chris made you warm and giddy but nope. You can’t fall for him. You entered this beneficial relationship and firmly vowed not to fall for Christopher. He doesn’t feel the same way, you knew it. If he found out that you started to get feelings, it will blow the whole thing off and ruin your relationship.

“I’ll miss your family when this is all over.” He sighs a hint of sadness to his tone.

You bit your lip. You wanted to tell him how much you’ll miss him. It will never be the same when you head back home.

You coughed awkwardly, “I think I’ll sleep now, hun.”

“Good night, (Y/n)”

As you both drifted to sleep, your fingers were intertwined with Chris’.

The fresh morning air was delightful. The cold air rustling through the trees as you were sitting in the yard with your tias as they fill in each other with the morning gossip.

“He’s so great with kids,” One swooned, and you knew they were talking about Christopher.

He was playing with your little cousins at the backyard, giving them piggyback rides and playing with their hot wheels.

You smiled softly at the sight. It was adorable and made him looked boyish and attractive.

Your tia snapped you out of your trance and asked you, “(y/n), how long have you guys been dating?”

You stiffened and lied, “Uhm, 6 months.”

“That’s pretty long” One beamed, your tia’s getting all excited.

You nodded, giggling with them as you continued to watch Chris and the kids.

“Okay, let’s get to the fun stuff, we won’t tell your mom and dad but tell us, is he good?”

Confused, your eyebrows stitched together “Yeah, he’s a good boyfriend” You replied, sipping your morning tea. She rolled her eyes.

“I mean, is he good in bed?”

You spat your tea and coughed out, pumping your chest. That was a hell of a forward question. How scandalous.

Of course, Chris was good in bed, you wouldn’t be fuck buddies if he wasn’t!

“Uh, yeah I guess?” You responded awkwardly and they giggled like school girls.

“He seems to like it.” They all watched Chris, who was playing hot wheels with your baby cousins, with a laugh so bright and contagious that you can't help but smile.

“I bet he’s hubby material too.” One commented.

“Oh, (Y/n), you’re so lucky to have him.”

You smiled at your tia before looking back at Chris. He looks up and gives you a bright grin before playing with your cousins again. As you watched with your baby cousins, it occurred to you that he did fit well with your family.

“Yes, I am,” you say softly, a fuzzy feeling in your stomach erupting again.

At that point, you finally realized you were falling for Chris.

It was time to head back home, and as much as you don’t want to admit it, you wished that the weekend didn’t have to end because it meant that this whole charade with Chris is off and your back to being fuck buddies.

“Keep him, baby. He’s good for you.” Your mom said and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Oh, how I wish I could, Mom.

You smiled, gave her one last hug. “I’ll do my best.”

You heard your dad talked to Chris, telling the boy, “Take care of my daughter.”

After bidding goodbye to the whole family, you both pulled out of the driveway and drove back home. The car ride was silent. It wasn’t awkward but rather comfortable.

Christopher grabbed your hand, and a jolt of electricity crept on your arm when he intertwined your fingers together.

“I really enjoyed this weekend,” He whispered, biting his lip.

“I didn’t want it to end.” You admitted, feeling his thumb caressed your hand soothingly.

The dreaded feeling started to form when the building of your apartment came into view. You let out a sigh and faced Christopher. You pressed your hand against his cheek, caressing with your thumb. “Thank you, Chris. For everything” you learned in a gave him a swift peck on the cheeks before exiting the car and grabbing your luggage.

Christopher watched you enter your apartment. He lets out a sigh, wishing that you guys didn’t have to pretend because he already loved you ever since.

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sally-mun · 6 years ago

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Ever met a celebrity or anybody famous? The most famous person I've met was a former pro boxer, by the name of Ray 'Boom-Boom' Mancini at a charity dinner at the banquet center I worked at 4 years ago. Nicest man you'd ever meet and he even sent me a signed autograph picture in the mail. I'm a Star Trek fan and I'd love to meet the cast of TNG, but autographs and conventions are so expensive. Of course there's the chance you could catch one of them on a bad day and get the brunt of it

If we’re including conventions, then yeah I’ve met several famous people before. I’ve met and gotten autographs and/or selfies from voice actors and screen actors, and I’ve occasionally met some artists too! Outside of that, though, I can’t really say I have. Even my best and most extensive meeting was still at a convention. You could even argue that Mario Marathon was kind of a convention in a sense, albeit a super limited one!

I wasn’t sure if I should include a list or not, so as a compromise I’m going to do so below a cut!

Voice Actors:

Sonny Strait (voice of Krillin) -- Got to spend basically an entire day with him! Unexpectedly encountered him at a convention waaaay way back in the day and he just kind of adopted me and the other handful of fans that were hanging around. He gave us all free DBZ CCG t-shirts, let us sit in the DBZ hummer, and signed anything we put in front of him!

Christopher Sabat (voice of Vegeta) -- I brought him a set of cookies made to look like dragon balls, and brought my favorite Vegeta card that I’d been saving for something like 17 years or so on the off-chance I could ever get it signed. He was so moved and impressed that he gave me two other autographs for free~

Todd Haberkorn (voice of Jaco) -- This was the same convention where I got to meet Chris Sabat, and I also brought him a box of cookies. He was so excited that he dug into them right then and there, and then when signing my card he even wrote “Thanks for the galactic cookies!”

Chuck Huber (voice of Android 17/Hiei) -- I’ve gotten autographs from him a couple of times for different characters. One of the items I got signed was one of the original Hiei action figures back when Yu Yu Hakusho first debuted in the US. He was impressed that I had it at all, let alone that it was in the box. (Amusingly, the only reason I did was because I had one previous to it that was out of the box on display and whose sword had broken. I got a new one intending to replace it, but just never opened it.)

Chris Rager (voice of Mr. Satan) -- SUCH a nice guy! We had a nice little chat and I offered him some dragon ball cookies I’d been handing out that day. He signed my trading card and took a selfie with me! I caught him at a panel where he told some absolutely amazing behind-the-scenes stories that I still tell to other people to this day.

Chris Cason (voice of Tien) -- Not much to say about this encounter, I didn’t get to say much more than a hello and thank you before he had to go. I’d missed the official signing session and just happened to catch him after a panel.

Team Four Star -- I catch these guys every opportunity I can manage, and every time I bring them some DBZ-themed treat. I refer to myself as “Snack Girl” when I come to get autographs, and at my last encounter Lanipator mentioned that I looked familiar when I came to the table, so I guess I’m making an impact! I have several stories concerning these guys, way too many to list here.

Little Kuriboh (YGOA voice of Merik, DBZA voice of Freeza) -- Amusingly I met him the time I was at a convention in my Piccolo costume, and that ended up being a whole conversation by itself. It then immediately turned into a conversation about Fallout because someone had brought him some New Vegas playing cards, lol. He was enamored with the trading card I had brought him to sign, and we had a discussion about a fund raiser he’d hosted to raise money for disaster relief where I’d won one of the auctions he’d held.

Kevin Conroy (voice of Batman) -- I found out very late that he was going to be in town, like maybe a week or two before, and dropped EVERYTHING to be able to meet him. When I was in line for an autograph I was so worked up that I kept getting light headed and having heart palpitations. By the time I actually made it to the table I was so starstruck that I could barely say anything. I’m pretty sure I said “I can’t believe you’re here” (??? wtf past-me) and something about him being so talented. He thanked me and didn’t really say much. I had also paid for a photo with him, and in the photo you can see my hand gripping the side of my leg REALLY tightly because I had a very strong instinct to hug him and I WAS NOT ABOUT TO BE THAT FANGIRL.

Charles Martinet (voice of most of the Mario cast) -- Holy shit, this man is playful! He was an absolute delight to talk to, and even just to watch with other people while I was in line. He was very open to whatever sorts of fan requests each person had and was just so warm and gracious with each person that came up. I mostly just wanted to shake his hand and tell him that Mario games basically set me up for the person I grew up to be today. The thing that amused me the most is that if you had him autograph one of the prints at the table, which had all the Mario characters on it, he’d do the voices of each character while doodling little word balloons for them~

Screen Actors:

John Barrowman (Captain Jack Harkness in Doctor Who/Torchwood) -- This was one of the first times I’d gone to a convention specifically to meet an actor. He was a lot of fun and did his best to be chatty, but his handlers were kind of hurrying people along. He was especially tickled by my name (I guess he doesn’t sign too many autographs made out to “Leda”), and he even signed a second item that we happened to have for free!

Cary Elwes (Wesley in The Princess Bride, among other things) -- This was another one of those moments where the weight of just WHO I was meeting got to me and I completely lost my voice. I think I said something about having grown up watching Princess Bride ever since I was a little kid?? I honestly don’t remember what I said, it’s kind of a blur. All I know is that I was so struck by the moment that I didn’t even remember to say that I also love him in the Saw movies.

Billy Boyd (Pippin in Lord of the Rings) -- Not a lot I can say about this one because it was a very fast-paced, conveyor belt sort of affair. We exchanged greetings and he thanked us very much for coming out to see him, and we all agreed that Pippin is totes the best hobbit.

Robin Lord Taylor (Penguin in Gotham) -- One of my favorite interactions meeting a celebrity, for sure! He was actually really interested in knowing about -me-, which completely threw me off-guard. He wanted to know where I was from and what I did for a living, and when I said I was a manager at Spencer’s he got really excited and squeaked “I LOVE Spencer’s!” While he was signing my doll I explained that Penguin is by far my family’s favorite character in Gotham and that we had a joke where, anytime the show switches back to him, we say “Meanwhile, with the REAL main character...” He got a big kick out of that~

Khary Payton (King Ezekiel in The Walking Dead) -- So I don’t watch a huge amount of Walking Dead, but I watch enough that I wanted to come along when my mom went to go get an autograph from him for my brother. He’s definitely the friendliest celebrity I’ve encountered -- so much so that he wouldn’t stay behind the table! He spent the entire time in FRONT of the table so he could hug every single person that came to see him! It was a nice strong hug, too, and he was just so welcoming and pleasant. I told him that, if I had to choose one of the communities in The Walking Dead, I’d absolutely choose The Kingdom. He threw his hands up to his sides and said dramatically, “You will always have a place in my kingdom!”

Penn & Teller -- This year my mom took me on a surprise trip to Las Vegas, and while we were there we got to see Penn & Teller perform, which has always been a dream of mine! After the show they came out into the lobby and they did autographs and selfies with anyone that wanted one, and I got to meet them each. It was a little disarming hearing Teller talk, and Penn was as funny as ever because he’d loudly comment whenever someone’s phone wasn’t working. During this trip I also had my Boris plushie as my “traveling doll” and asked if they’d take pictures with him as well, which they both obliged. Teller seemed particularly amused by Boris.

James Rolfe (the Angry Video Game Nerd) -- So I actually have kind of a long history with him, which originated with me contacting the show to donate a fairly odd peripheral accessory. I given a green light and provided an address, and since I was going to be mailing him anyway, I basically just got a big box and threw in any video game related stuff that I didn’t want anymore and didn’t feel like putting the effort into selling. It ended up being a HUGE box, so much so that I included an inventory list to make sure he didn’t accidentally throw something away. To my surprise he actually mailed me back an autographed AVGN print thanking me for the donations! I thought that’d be the end of it, but he’s actually since featured that peripheral several times on the show, and even included an Easter egg that I asked for twice! This year I got to meet him at Too Many Games and introduced myself as the one that sent the item in. He mentioned that they had a lot of fun messing with it.

Mario Marathon team -- I’m known as one of the regulars since I’ve been around since the first year, and a couple of years ago I was actually invited to the marathon itself as a player! It’s definitely one of the most amazing experiences of my life, and I only wish I could do it all over again! Everyone was just... wonderful~ I was there for several days so there’s obviously way too many stories to tell, but at least in this case you can always go watch the videos on Twitch.

Artists:

Steven Butler -- This was particularly amusing because I was the one that caught him by surprise. I happened to be making my way through the Artist Alley when I realized he was there, and since no one was at the table at the time I went over to talk to him. We had an awesomely long chat about his work (I was going through a sample book on the table) and his time drawing for the Sonic comics. He tried to bring it up as a talking point, and I told him “I know, I own some of your pages!” which REALLY threw him for a loop! He showed me some art for a new Sonic-style story he’s been working on, and I completely fell in love with a character that was clearly inspired by Sally (and I’m not just assuming, he confirmed as much). I then started talking about @fini-mun and how it’s only a shame he couldn’t meet Deebs too, and was talking about Deebs’ history with art and almost getting recruited to be in the Archie art stable as well and how they now do art streams. He was particularly interested in the streams, and I was like “Oh yeah, that’s actually why they aren’t here now, they have a stream today!” so he gave me a free print to pass along to Deebs as a show of interest and support!

Veronica Vera (from the Not Enough Rings comic) -- This was another chance encounter in Artist Alley. I was just kind of poking around to see everyone’s work, and I realized I recognized the comic she was selling. I commented that I loved that comic, and she said she was selling hardcover copies of the entire series. I love the comic and I wanted to show my support, so I bought a book and she signed the inside cover! Unfortunately Oliver Bareham wasn’t there at the time, so no autograph from him. Maybe one day if I’m incredibly lucky, I suppose.

Rich Koslowski -- This was at one of my very first conventions ever. He was an inker of the Sonic comics at the time, and I was only.... 12, I think? I mostly was just excited to be meeting someone that works on Sonic stuff, and I can’t remember much about the encounter aside from just babbling about liking Sonic. I remember him being very kind.

And unfortunately... Ken Penders -- This was at the same convention I just mentioned with Koslowski. As stated above I was only 12, and I was just excited to meet someone who works on Sonic stuff. I believe I was there because of a post on Archie’s Sonic website. Anyway what strikes me as the most surprising about this encounter is how -normal- it all was, at least as far as I remember it. I’ve heard some horror stories of Penders being horrible to fans at conventions, but at least way back at this time (like 1997 or so), he was passing for a normal human. He didn’t say anything mean to me (that I noticed), and he actually gave me some free Sonic loot, which I can’t imagine him ever doing nowadays. I still have the comic book he signed, and I legit consider burning it on a regular basis.

OKAY this ended up way longer that I thought it would. I think even -I- forgot how many people I’ve met before. If I think of anyone else I’ll add it to the list later!

#sheesh this took me like an hour #magnumthecreator001

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monstruomuses · 6 years ago

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Omg, if you are ever inclined to type it out, I would love to read the story about Chuck Austen on the forum!

Of course… Under the cut cause this will be long *cracks knuckles*

Before telling the whole story, I must say I have nothing against the guy. He is actually a cool guy, I didn´t have the chance to meet him in person but some of my friends from the forum did and they had a great impression of him however I chatted with him often ( most of us did ) in the chat room we had for the message board and he was always positive and friendly.

However, most of my reasons of being canon divergent is because of the damage control his run did but hey, he wasn´t alone doing what he did, Marvel and a whole team of people allowed that to happen.

And I´m not blaming it to everyone, it was a corporate decision in the end and being a business man I can tell you, sometimes we take wrong decisions and odd turns to keep a business fresh and alive and in the late 90´s and early 2000´s a lot of things were going on and comics sales were dropping, more indie labels like Top Cow and Image were getting more readers, Dark Horse became bigger etc, so, hey.. It´s entertainment for us the readers but for them it´s business and everything translates into money. In the end, it´s like that.

Anyway.. Now that I made my ´little disclaimer´ ( lol ), here is the story:

Years ago ( more than one decade to be more precise) I used to be part of this message board that was relatively large and Nightcrawler-centered ( I won´t give names, only creator names ). Oh and I also must mention I mostly witnessed things and I made very good friends that are still important to me now a days, I also helped to kick out trolls as part of the staff. I did nothing but memorizing it lol cause it was good gossip in the end.

The maintainers invited several creators to join, some of them did: Chris Yost, Chuck Austen, Grant Morrison -but he was never there- and Dave Cockrum was the star of the forum, he even had his whole room, his wife Paty was also there. We used to chat with them often and they were so nice, I remember that whenever one of them logged in we were all giddy and eager to chat with them.

This was before the boom of the social media, in fact this was even before my space so we didn´t have any other ways to get spoilers and tid bits and such.

And when Chuck told us about the Draco cause it was a Nightcrawler-centric arc and it would explain a lot of his origins we were of course the most excited, he teased us often with art concepts and bits of things he had proposed, he told us about Azazel and his army…

Theeeen…

Eeeh..

When the first issue came out, we had divided opinions. I was on the fence of everything and trying to give the whole run a chance but a small group of people was tired that many of the message board users kept praising Chuck cause he was there but because the story wasn´t great, neither the art and it was somehow offensive and biased, they were scared we would start drama and run Chuck away. The maintainers had personal reasons to do so, very selfish personal reasons I won´t mention in public but they were getting in the way of people to have a neutral discourse cause they started to protect Chuck.

I mean Chuck even named a minor supportive character as one of the maintainers because of idk *shrug* that was awkward and I have nothing to say about that but many were rolling their eyes at that.

Then the whole thing with the CAH and the Priesthood run came and things blew up, in fact many of us ended leaving -me included, I left a couple of years later- because of the obvious glorification they had for Chuck. It didn´t work for them in the end, I mean, Chuck is only a creator, he has no power or decisions of what to do in the comics world. Maybe connections but, hey that´s it.

And many of us didn´t like Azazel anyway, didn´t like what it did to Kurt´s character and I have friends that haven´t read X-Men comics again because of that. Azazel has potential, A LOT. He is the most powerful teleporter that has ever existed but the way he was developed made no sense and he sounded better than the way he was written anyway.

We also got Stacy-X and eh, whoever knows about her can tell you how bad her development was, her whole purpose was offensive. Obviously, MANY of us didn´t like that.

That´s basically it, or well.. What I can remember, I have a great memory but my Fibro plays tricks on me often, if I get to remember something else, I´ll edit and tag you :)

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eggman-empire · 6 years ago

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Dr. Eggman’s Good Deeds

by Dr. Mechano

Dr. Ivo "Eggman" Robotnik: Nemesis of Sonic the Hedgehog and would-be conqueror of the world. For almost thirty years, this man's turned animals into robots, unearthed ancient monsters, and threatened the planet with doomsday weapon after doomsday weapon. In short, he's a villain's villain. A true bad egg.

But rather than celebrate his feats of villainy, I wanted to talk about the rare times across the franchise that Eggman has performed truly good acts. Eggman's capacity to care, to show kindness, to help others.

Now, I want to clarify what I mean here. For the sake of this list:

I will not be including Eggman teaming up with the heroes to save the world. These acts of "goodness" inherently carry an ulterior motive; That being to save himself and make sure there's still a world for him to conquer. Plus, half the time it's one of his own schemes going out of control anyway. So just saving the world in and of itself won't make the cut for the purpose of my post.

I will also not be including a mere lack of cruelty as "goodness." You don't get a cookie for feeding your prisoners or not torturing people. So while I do think the times where Eggman's lack of cruelty has been pointed out (such as in Unleashed) are important, they're not what I'm talking about either.

I'm specifically talking about times when Eggman does something kind, or helpful, or selfless toward others without some villainous ulterior motive. I will also be including spinoff material, since the majority of these examples come from those rather than the games. So! With that out of the way, let's begin!

Sonic Lost World - Eggman saves Tails

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Now, I mentioned that merely teaming up with the heroes doesn't warrant a mention. But I think this goes beyond that.

Tails attaches Cubot's head to a Crabmeat, which causes Cubot to become very aggressive, attacking Tails. Eggman - without a moment to think or evaluate the situation - immediately leaps into harm's way and shoves Tails to safety, honoring his truce with his enemies by putting his own safety on the line to protect them.

Now, you could make the argument that Eggman is only keeping Tails around because he needs him for Sonic to take care of the Zeti (which could also be an argument for Eggman saving Sonic himself later in the same game), but consider: A.) How spur-of-the-moment this was; Eggman didn't have time to calculate how he could use this situation to his advantage, and just leaped as soon as Tails was in danger, and B.) He put himself at risk to save someone else.

Yes, by the end of the game - after the terms of their truce were met, with the Zeti defeated and the machine disabled - Eggman goes right back to fighting them. But during their time working together, Eggman is an honorable ally who ultimately saves Tails's and Sonic's lives. I feel like this goes beyond simply helping them out of necessity and warrants mentioning here.

As Eggman himself put it, he's "a complicated guy."

Sonic X - Eggman talks an enraged Sonic down, and has his crew save Chris and Cosmo from the Metarex

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In Sonic X, the Metarex commander Black Narcissus attacked Chris and Cosmo, which nearly drove Sonic into an unstoppable rage.

Cue Eggman stepping in to provide Sonic with some perspective and remind him not to lose his cool. He manages to calm Sonic down, informing him that he sent Shadow to rescue Chris and Cosmo, and that they're fine. Eggman then proceeds to berate Black Narcissus for his cruelty, saying in no uncertain terms that hurting innocent people is wrong, and humiliates the commander by having Decoe, Bocoe, and Bokkun beat him to the curb.

Eggman didn't have to do any of this. Saving Sonic's friends or even calming Sonic down didn't really provide him any strategic advantage. But he did, and then explained why: Because Black Narcissus crossed Eggman's own personal moral code, and the Doc wasn't having it.

Sonic X Comics - El Gran Gordo

After initially becoming a luchador as part of a get-rich-quick scheme, where the Doctor won matches by cheating, Eggman eventually grew to love the spectacle and public adoration of being a hero. So for a time, he stuck with the wrestling gig, without any villainous intent this time.

This lands him in trouble when the hulking Andes the Ginormous challenges Gordo to a fight and completely mops the floor with him. Without his robots and gadgets to help him cheat, Eggman is no match for the might of Andes, and is just about to tap out to save himself any more pain or humiliation... when suddenly, from the stands he sees the tears of his number-one fan, Chris, and hears him say exactly what Eggman has perhaps always needed to hear: "I believe in you."

Despite the pain, despite his exhaustion, and despite being ridiculously out-matched, Gordo gets his second wind, and through pure raw determination, defeats Andes the Ginormous, claims the championship belt, and lives up to Chris's idealistic expectations. Chris's hero refused to let him down, and even in a moment of weakness, found the strength to win.

The El Gran Gordo arc is also my favorite story in the entire Sonic franchise, and I know that over the past decade I've gushed about it enough times already. It's just so good.

Sonic X Comics - Eggman the Hedgehog

In Sonic X issue 37, Sonic and Eggman swap bodies.

Blessed with Sonic's newfound speed and power, does Eggman attempt to use the hedgehog's body to take over the world? Nope. Just the opposite: Eggman loves being Sonic, and being seen as a hero to the world (which echoes his temporary stint as El Gran Gordo), and - upon hearing the president was kidnapped - attempts to rescue him. He actually seems content being the hero, and wants to use the fame and glory Sonic already has as a jump-start to his brand new heroic career.

Now, this begs the question: If X comic Eggman wants to be a beloved hero to the masses so badly, why doesn't he just reform? Why go through the middleman of luchador disguises or hijacking your arch-enemy's body to live out a life of heroism? He could just be Eggman and be a good guy, especially since this particular version of Eggman is so driven by wanting love and adoration, which heroism gives him in droves.

Ah well, he's a complicated guy.

Sonic Boom - Eggman chooses Amy's friendship over personal gain

In "Fuzzy Puppy Buddies," Eggman and Amy discover that they share a mutual interest in a collectible tabletop game about adorable dogs. They spend the episode bonding and actually striking up a genuine friendship over their newfound hobby, working out an arrangement to still be enemies on the battlefield, but friends in their off time.

At PuppyCon, Eggman steals a puppy figurine, and Amy demands he do the right thing and give it back. So she challenges him to a game, wins, and gives Eggman an ultimatum: He can either return the figurine, or their friendship is over. Eggman hesitates at first, but relents, ultimately choosing Amy's friendship over the rare figurine he wanted. The episode ends with the two of them happily playing another game of Fuzzy Puppies in Eggman's base.

I like this episode, because it really gets at who Boom Eggman is. He's a lonely guy who wants friends more than a serious conqueror or evildoer. And when actually given friendship and positive reinforcement, he become a slightly better person.

Sonic Boom - Eggman the Wingman

In "Tails' Crush," Tails has a crush on Zooey the fox, and keeps getting astoundingly bad romantic advice from his friends about how to ask her out. Tails ultimately makes a fool of himself and gets no closer to truly expressing his feelings.

Eggman witnesses this shameful display and, declaring that "the bro code trumps the enemy thing," gives Tails some solid romantic advice: Be confident in yourself and quit trying to copy others. He then immediately launches into an attack on the village - he is a villain, after all - and Tails, taking Eggman's advice, regains his confidence and saves the day. He gets a kiss from Zooey and ultimately ends up in a long-term relationship with her for the rest of the show; and we can thank Eggman for giving Tails the push he needed.

Sonic Boom - Eggman saves Beth the Shrew

In "Don't Make Me Angry," Eggman's experiments go awry and lead to him temporarily transforming into an adorable little creature every time he gets mad. In order for the effects to wear off, Eggman must avoid getting angry for an entire 48 hours.

When Sonic realizes Eggman's condition, he takes pleasure in mocking Eggman for it - hoping to goad him into getting angry. Eventually he succeeds, causing Eggman to become the purple creature as the village laughs at his transformed state. But the young scientist-in-training, Beth the Shrew, takes pity on Eggman and doesn't mock him along with the other villagers. She shows up at his base with cookies a couple of days later to try to make him feel better; a gesture Eggman is touched by, despite the cookies themselves being rather unappetizing (they were made with toothpaste).

While exploring Eggman's lab, Beth accidentally falls into the trash compactor, which is automated and set to go off soon. Eggman frantically tries to save Beth from being crushed, but is too large to fit into the compactor himself. So he does the only thing he can: He goes out of his way to become angry so that he can morph into the purple creature, fit into the trash compactor, and pull Beth to safety. Initially, he has trouble doing this, and can't find any way to get angry in time - the futility of which itself ends up making him angry, allowing him to transform and save Beth from being crushed just in the nick of time.

This entire episode revolves around Eggman going out of his way - seriously doing everything he could, including morphing into a form he hates - to save a child's life. I think that's great.

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So, these are some of the immediate off-hand examples I had of Eggman doing outright good things without any villainous undertones.

Share your opinions! Do you like stories that show some of Eggman's nicer side? Do you prefer takes on him that are just evil without any redeeming qualities? Maybe somewhere in the middle?

Or maybe you just feel like talking in-depth about any of these specific examples? Or you'd like to add some of your own that I didn't cover? There's a lot to talk about here, so feel free to chime in from whatever angle you want! Reblog and add your own thoughts, or just leave a comment!

As for me, I love this stuff. Eggman showing a nicer, more humane side to himself is something I pretty much always enjoy seeing. So it's no surprise that X and Boom are my favorite takes on the character overall; even if I do also enjoy his more sinister incarnations in their own way. In the end, I love that Eggman's a character with as much range as he has. Some stories can make him borderline-monstrous, while others give the impression that he could make a great hero if he'd just give up on world domination. And those latter stories are among my favorites in the Sonic franchise.

This is Dr. Mechano, hoping to bring you more Eggman Editorials in the future!

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