#writing reader and lita together is so fun

[aritamargarita]

ATTITUDE || 018

hey guys. so i decided to upload the regular installment instead, it would make more sense chronologically (when do i ever follow timeline though lmfao) since there’s one match in the Christmas episode that’s really important and it ain’t the eggnog match LMAOO

ik after last chapter being a complete mess we need a break. reader said she'll make lita scream but now they're chillin getting snacks smh... its like..."cant stand her fake ass!!" 10 minutes later: ME AND THE BESTIEEE

nellieee & rated: sweethearts readers. this one is for you..the girls that get it GET IT

to all my fellow jeff fans, this is a love letter from me to you. i hope you enjoy, i felt kinda eeerrrhhh this chapter but only cause i had to keep rereading it lol

THE SHOW’S OVER! You felt really, really hungry. Not for actual food, you wanted some junk food. It’s a candy extravanganza.

You took the liberty to ride with Lita, with you two leaving as early as possible in order to stock up on snacks. The both of you had that segment together so it was pretty easy for the both of you to meet up afterward.

She mentioned Matt left his camcorder in the car, so you picked it up and started to record. He may be pretty iffy on you, but you figured you may as well leave a gift for him.

Just because you can.

“Hello world!” After making extra sure that it was actually recording, you turn the camera towards yourself. “And hello Matt’s camera. I’m sorry for taking most of your film!” You then turn the camera towards Lita, zooming in slightly. “Your little girlfriend is driving.”

For a split second, Lita takes her eyes off the road and swats at you.

“Woah, woah, woah, focus on the road!” You complain. For someone who was so insistent on driving, she sure enjoyed trying to be a passenger. She’s been messing with you for this whoooleee ride. More than likely it was because of your Mapquest directions….

“We’re gonna stop for some snacks. Don’t Canadians have chocolate smarties??” You question.

“Pretty sure they do.” Lita nodded. “Trish mentioned it before.”

Oh shit! SHE IS CANADIAN!! You forgot! Now that you think about it, most of your coworkers were Canadian too.

The hotel wasn’t that far, but the detour you two were taking probably was going to make it a bit longer than that. Not that bad, you two were just getting back a little later tonight.

“I need my fix of candy,” You say, turning the camera over to the 7/11 sign that was now coming into view. “Something that’ll make my teeth fall out.”

“Then you can put them under your pillow for the tooth fairy.” Lita suggests. “I’m sure you’ll get a lot of money for it.”

“Yeah, right. If the tooth fairy was even real.”

There’s silence for a moment before Lita stops the car just as she’s about to park. “…The tooth fairy isn’t real?”

You look at her slowly. Did she really ask that? “No. No, the tooth fairy isn’t real.”

“Damn. I’ve been lied to my entire life.” She says, running a hand through her hair. She looks absolutely destroyed by this new information.

You’re just surprised she even thought the tooth fairy was real. “No one told you this entire time? Ma’am…y…”

“Listen, I need some time away to think about this.” Lita says dramatically. What, were you going to say that Santa Claus wasn’t real either?! You do believe in Santa, so she’s safe for now. “Grab what you want. I’ve gotta get gas, I’ll be in to fill my arms with as many snacks A-S-A-P.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” You wave your hand at her. “…Oh, shit, there’s a Subway here too. Is that Tim Horton’s? I haven’t had that in a while. Let’s grab—“

Lita shakes her head. “Nope. I’m in charge tonight, we’re going to IHOP. No ifs, ands, or buts. I printed out the directions! Look in the glove compartment.”

You pop it open and pull out folded paper. You look at her and she motions her hand towards it, making you unwrap it into it’s true form. A huge ass map with directions printed clear on the side.

Wow. She was serious.

“…Let me get out of here.” You open the door and get out of the car, tossing the map back into your seat.

Mission 7/11 was in full effect. Once you enter the convenience store, you look around. It was pretty empty. Maybe one or two cars were around. It’s only about 10 pm, so you wonder where everyone’s ran off to.

The bright lights of the store make you blink a few times. Damn, they turned the brightness UP. Your eyes had gotten used to the dark car. “Evening.” You greet the cashier at the counter.

He looks up from the magazine he was reading for a second. “Evening.” But then he does a double take. He couldn’t believe it. You’re [Name] from the WWF! “Holy shit—hey, excuse me?”

You’re about to walk into one of aisles, but you stop, turning over to the cashier. “Yeah?”

“Are you…” He pauses for a moment. “You’re [Name], right?? The wrestler.”

“I do!” You confirm with a nod. “You know me?”

“You’re literally my favorite wrestler.” He says. “I know there was a show tonight, my boyfriend’s been paging me like crazy! I got him to tape it for me since I’m working, but I don’t want him to spoil it.”

“You won’t get any outta me either.” You reassure with a smile. Your eyes look down to his name tag curiously. Jean-Pierre, huh?

“Well, wait….is Lita in it?” He asks, quickly caving in. It be like that sometimes. “I’ve gotta know. She’s my favorite too.”

Man, wouldn’t he be surprised. “Oh, she’s in it alright…...”

“What does that mean?! No, don’t tell me!” He shakes his head, looking away from you.

You’ve always enjoyed meeting fans. People who appreciate what you do in the ring was always pleasure.

…It gives you a idea, actually. You hold out a finger to him. “One second.” You hate to be one of those customers, but you had to! You wanted to take a picture with him. But he wouldn’t know until you check out, that is. It’s the least you could do!

Especially since Lita’s traveling with you. It just works, man. Speaking of that lady, where the hell did she go?? Gas does not take that long to pump. She’s crucial in this plan. You go back into the aisles, not only searching for cameras, but for Lita as well.

The place isn’t huge, per say, but it had a lot of items. There’s giftcards, magazines (is that a Raw magazine?), just about anything you could think of. It’s a convenience store, after all…

You totally got distracted for a minute looking at the Stacker 2 bottle. You really hope they give you a commercial for that, even if you don’t really use fat burners.

Finally finding a small aisle for miscellaneous items, you lean down to look at your options.

There’s only two FujiFilm cameras left on the shelf. You’re feeling greedy, so you just take both of them. Heading back up to the front, you place them on the counter. “Just these:”

He doesn’t exactly catch on quite yet, so he rings you out without a second thought. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

You weren’t exactly ready for the question he had next though.

“Jeff Hardy or Raven?”

It immediately makes you laugh. Whether it was out of nervousness or just the fact you found it hilarious, you truly didn’t know. “Can’t tell you. Who do you like with me better?”

“Gotta say…” He thinks about it for a moment after bagging your items. “Jeff Hardy. You two are really cute together.”

Huh….interesting. People really liked you and Jeff together, you couldn’t see it, but hey, an opinion is an opinion.

Lita finally comes in, waving at the cashier and shooting you finger guns. “Sorry. The pump wouldn’t take my card. I got it this time though.”

Somehow, the surprise was a bit ruined in your eyes. Jean-Pierre looked like his eyes would pop out of their sockets. Both of his favorite wrestlers were here!! He rubs his eyes, trying to wake up from this dream.

Holy shit, this is reality! He doesn’t even know what to say at first, completely starstruck. You take the opportunity to speak up for him, waving one of the cameras.

“…Want a picture?”

He sure as hell did, why was that even a question? The fact you two came to this location is amazing. It’s small, so it’s fairly easy to miss. This has gotta be the best shift he’s ever had.

“Wait, hold on, let me get snacks first.” Lita says, rushing into one of the aisles. You playfully roll your eyes and unbox the camera.

“We don’t need her! Let’s take a picture with just us two.”

You, Lita, and the young man at the register were chatting up a storm for quite a bit after checking out and taking pictures. You all talked about your favorite matches in history and things you felt inspired by.

All good things have to come to an end unfortunately. You both wave to him goodbye, letting him keep one of the cameras that had your photos on it. There’s twenty seven exposures in total, so he could use the rest however he pleases.

You’ll have to come again sometime, maybe when Raw or Smackdown is in town. Very convenient place too, you’d get Subway, but Lita forced you to go to IHOP. It’s like she has a gun to your head.

You’re behind the wheel, meanwhile Lita’s holding up the directions and reading out the directions to you. Every so often, she’d look out the window to make sure you were going the right direction.

No more mistakes. Tonight, Lita’s about to enjoy her time at the International House of Pancakes. She’s been waiting for this all week! “Okay, [Name], make a left here…” She’d guide you.

You could tell she’s excited. You don’t get why she’s so excited. You’re ordering a Belgian Waffle to spite her. To spite her and give an ode to RVD saying it’s the capital of Brussels. Bless him.

In little to no time, you pull up to the restaurant. Lita says it’s all thanks to her directions, but you pay her no mind.

You two get out of the car and head to the doors. You open one up and immediately try closing it quickly behind you, making Lita pull on the handle to try and open it again.

“Oh, you fucking—“ She curses, lightly hitting you in the back as soon as she gets in. You laugh as you walk towards the front counter.

Before you can ask for a table, Lita shakes her head and grabs your hand. “No need. I’ve already called it in.”

Huh. She was serious about this pancake situation. She must’ve called it in while she was outside or something. You go along with it, letting her drag you to one of the tables nearby a window.

…Wait, didn’t a hostess have to sit you down? You’re just about to question her when your eyes fall on two familiar people sitting in a booth.

It’s Matt…..and…..Jeff. Both of them were there. Matt didn’t seem too surprised, but Jeff on the other hand seemed shocked you were even here.

Lita lets go of your hand. “Wow! What a coincidence,” She says, putting her hands on her hips. “I had no clue you guys would be here tonight…”

You slowly look at Lita. There are no words to describe how irritated you were. It’s no wonder she merrily skipped past the desk and any hostesses. Does she think you’re stupid?

You want to leave. Seeing Jeff was starting to make you sick to your stomach.

“Are ya’….gonna sit?” Jeff suddenly asks, scooting over. It’s obvious he wants you next to him.

“…I guess.” You have no choice, so you sit down right next to him as Lita sits next to Matt.

Across from you, the two of them spare glances to each other, almost like they were communicating telepathically or something.

“We have to use the bathroom.” Lita announced, jumping out of her seat. She reaches over and grabs Matt to bring him out.

He nods with her. “Yeah. We’ll be back.” The two leave you and Jeff alone, but unbeknownst to you two, they weren’t too far away..

You hate them. They’re doing this on purpose. This must’ve been premeditated. You’re going to kill Lita and then yourself. Damn it.

“If you’re wondering, I’m not mad at ya’ or anything.” He says, setting his hand on the table.

Unable to look him in the eye, you turn your attention toward his hand.

He painted his nails…cute.

“I’m mad at Raven,” He continues. “He doesn’t deserve you. I think he’s just using you. I know we had something, [Name]. Don’t tell me it was nothing when we kissed.”

The more he talks, the more guilty you’re starting to feel. You’re not entirely sure what to say, either. Your mouth starts to feel uncomfortably dry as you look down under the table. “Did you get any water? Phew.”

“….” He doesn’t say anything at first, instead pushing his glass of water towards you. “Didn’t drink out of it. It’s all yours.”

You happily open a straw lying on the table and drink some.

“It would’ve gone further if my neck wasn’t hurting.” He admits. “It’s risky, but I just wanted you all to myself on that table.”

You look around as you sip your water. Thank goodness his voice was pretty quiet. He sounded tired and you couldn’t blame him. You’re starting to feel a little worn down from the show today, too.

Without you staring at him, he doesn’t think you’re taking him seriously. “Look at me, [Name]..”

You don’t.

Even as you can see him expectantly staring at you from the corner of your eye, you just decide to stare straight ahead.

And Jeff has already had enough. He takes his hand and decides to pull your face towards him. You’re taken aback by it.

He too, seems surprised that he’s even done it. “I…sorry. I just want ya’ to look at me…”

You’re conflicted. You don’t know whether you want to slap him down or just kiss him. Even if the latter made you feel guilty.

“I would say you’re my muse, darling.” The pet name makes you flinch. “I’ve..painted you at least 3 times now.”

“Three times?” You repeat. “Three times….when can I see these paintings?”

Three times is crazy to you. You’re hoping he isn’t too crazy for you right now, this is just a horrible time.

“I don’t have it with me right now. Maybe next time I see you.”

Boo…..

Jeff feels like he’s making progress with you. He feels like the luckiest man in the world because you haven’t shoved him away yet.

He feels even luckier when you don’t reject his advance. He takes your hand into his own, the two of you quickly interlocking fingers with one another.

You still think this was wrong. However, your heart was telling you otherwise. The moment he squeezes your hand is when you feel like Jeff’s the one you want right now.

“WE’RE BACK!” Lita announces, a smile on her face. Matt trails behind her, nodding to the both of you. The two slide right back into their seats and the waitress comes over just in time.

Lita seems to eye you and Jeff holding hands on the table, a smirk playing on her lips. You remind yourself to strangle her when you get the chance, though that time may come after Vengeance.

Even the trip back to the hotel was calm. Jeff wanted you to go with him instead. Lita almost pushes you towards him, eager for you two to actually be alone. She knows her and Matt were having issues, but she definitely wants you two to sort shit out.

She can tell that Jeff really likes you. He always has, just didn’t know how to go about it.

Hand in hand, you two make your way upstairs. “Are you scared for your match?” You suddenly ask, swinging your hand.

“Nah.” He shakes his head. “It is what it is. If Matt wants a challenge, then so be it. I just wish he didn’t bring Lita into it.”

You make a noise, signifying that you agree. Poor Lita, she’s in the midst of their rivalry.

“Hold on, my room is right here.” You start to pull out your keycard. “Are you coming in or you just wanted to walk me?”

“I can come in if ya’ want.”

The answer is absolutely. You do want him to come in. “Feel free.” You unlock the door and the both of you walk in together.

And now that Jeff’s here, you’re not entirely sure what to do. It’s a hotel room, not your house, so you didn’t have a lot to entertain him with.

“Wanna sit?” It’s a tentative offer, but truly this situation was getting more and more awkward by the second.

“Yeah.” He takes a seat on the bed, watching you as you pace around for a minute. Eventually, you come over to sit next to him.

“…[Name].” He calls. Jeff turns over to you and grabs your shoulders. “…Who do you see me as?” He asks. “Do you see me as less than Raven?”

“No, it’s just—“ He interrupts you by pulling you into a kiss. It’s almost like he wanted you to start talking just so he could cut you off.

You exhale through your nose once he parts away. He tasted like syrup, hehe.

Jeff kisses you again, but this time changes direction and makes his way down towards your neck. It makes you laugh. “What’s funny?”

“Nothing.” You replied. You just can’t believe how you got in this situation. “Hold on, hold on,” you say.

“…I’m going to be honest, [Name]. You’re making me nervous.” He admits. “I feel like my legs are gonna give out if I stand up.”

You’re about to pass out yourself. “I’m not feeling any be—“

And then, the phone’s ringing. It just takes you out of the moment. You groan. No way you just got the ick from the phone. Problem is, neither of you want to stop the direction it’s heading.

You crawl over the bed towards the nightstand. Whoever’s calling sucks.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Nitro Girl.” Hunter greets, his voice as chipper as ever. “Been a while.”

Goddamn it. OUT OF ALL TIMES HE COULD GIVE YOU A CALL..

“This isn’t a good time.” You say, letting out a huff of air. “If it’s important, make it quick.”

“Didn’t know you were the type to rush things. Whatever you say. Listen, I’ll cut to the chase. That lingerie I gave you. I need you to use that and bring Jericho to a hotel room. I’m gonna ambush him.”

Because Jeff was still there, trying to catch his breath as much as you were, you do your best to keep things as vague as possible. “Are you seriously gonna do that?”

“Yeah. Everyone will go crazy over it. Just think of it as a hookup. You won’t have to try and seduce Jericho after this again. I’ll even let you hit him once.”

“I knew it wasn’t just some gift out of the blue. The fact you never explained was confusing.”

“Didn’t have time. Steph’s been hassling me all week. She’s really excited for me to come back. Honestly, I feel like I’m ready to go.”

“Right. Excited to…” You think for a second how to phrase it. “—see you again. Have a good night.”

“Wow, it’s almost like you REALLY don’t want to talk to me.”

You sigh. ��It’s really not the best time.”

“Then I’ll call you tomorrow night. Goodnight.”

“Night.” You hang up the phone and turn to Jeff with an apologetic look on your face.

“Who’s that?” He asks, scooting back and laying down. You decide to join him, laying right next to him and staring up at the ceiling.

“Old friend of mine.” You lied. “…Wanna stay the night?”

Better luck next time…

ITS DONE PLEASE DONT KILL ME PLEAAAASESSD. VENGEANCE IS NEXT BUT I NEED TO FIX CERTAIN PARTS OF THE MATCH!!!! and other matches. because reader is coming to fuck with everyones match YEAH!

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The Slow Unfurling (continuation of the Slow Unraveling)

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I love writing this and I love our boy! This is the most drawn out I’ve done teasing/flirting/touching in pg-ways with no sex except for in thoughts/dreams in a fic, I think, and I think our reader and our boy may be getting some blue bulbs and blue balls, respectively, that they take care of when they’re not together...

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B loves coming over for two main reasons: you and Tessie, so he's over the next afternoon after he comes back from Hawaii. Tessie is really big and always excited to see him so she usually knocks him over, assuming he doesn't assume the position first, or is sitting on the couch or leaning against something, licking him as he giggles on his back, giving her pets, pats, smoochies, scritches...

You get distracted by his lips, let's be honest, especially as you get lost in your thoughts as the high hits you, Bad Religion, Lita Ford, X- Ray Spex, Against Me, Manic Street Preachers in the background, punk that gets broken up by Public Enemy, TLC, PJ Harvey, who is pretty punk herself too. You love how into the music he gets, even more than you tend to, although seeing him so gleeful, joyous, even campy and animated at times makes you even happier too, matching his pleasure.

He's darker than you now, and you wonder how much of him is tanned, imagine what your skin would look like on each other's, you laying on him between his thighs, wrapped around each other, kissing him, rocking your mound against his dick and balls... Giggling as you both sing along to Ain't 2 Proud 2 Beg. He purses his lips to take a drag, and you're thinking of them on yours, your skin, between your legs too after your playlist switches to Tori's Raspberry Swirl...

Being high makes him way less anxious too, relaxed. He's still surprised your parents let you smoke pot, in the house and everything, even after you told him they told you about how they used to use it too. You two munch on chips, fruit, chocolate covered almonds. He lays his head in your lap as you rub his belly and he makes whiny puppy noises, both of you bouncing to the Clash's Complete Control. You let Tessie in your room when the smoke clears through the window and switch to a calmer playlist. Suede's The Drowners, but still. The obvious homoeroticism is not lost on either of you, both of you grinning. You have a double bed so she can fit in with you, and you wind up petting his hair, neck, back as he pets a now calm her, her fitting some against his front. "You my lil pup, Bren?" He nods, ruffing, and nuzzles his nose against your thigh.

You think about bringing your plan slash resolution slash feeling the waters out up, but don't want to ruin the moment, Fiona Apple's Never is a Promise adding a lovely sadness to the sweetness. Then grooving to Bowie's Starman, B telling you sometimes he feels like a starman... He joined Ryan, Spence, and Brent in the Summer League, they changed their name to Panic! At the Disco, and he just became their singer. Letting that inner starman come out more, you tell him. “Just wonder if we'll ever get Ziggy Stardust, too?”

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Your mom and dad get you a peach-kiwi-berry and cream pie for your birthday a couple days later—you've always preferred pie to cake—and your first cell phone for your 17th birthday, so you call B on it, inviting him over for leftover pie before you go to the punk house show. He brings over some presents from Hawaii: a couple leis, matching Hawaiian shirts for you and him, seashells, an alcohol he has to tell you how to pronounce a couple times, a book about Hawaiian goddesses, as well as an old guitar of his and sheet music for Tori Amos. And some dank weed. You are such a pothead now. You played guitar in class at your old school last year, played his at his place too, “now you've got one for your own.” All happy and nervous. You can tell he likes treating people, and he tells you that he loves doing this for his friends. You want to treat him back, but don't want to wait until his birthday all the way in April.

You sneak out to drink a couple times—no longer complaining of your love for fruity ones after you tease him back about the Capri Sun and other fruit juices he loves—him drinking it too. You mosh with him before you have to beg off because some guys use it as an excuse to be dickheads, too aggressive. He gets a couple pot brownies from Eric, and you sit with some friends like him, Amanda, Leah who are there too, eating them, drinking, chatting, getting into the music, or some combination thereof. Luckily there's a taco place a block away that's open late, so you two toddle over, tipsy, but not full on inebriated, him less so—“so I can be a good host.” You order a huge burrito with sweet potato, pico de gallo, avocado, black bean, peppers, rice... Doing that Austin Powers Scottish “Get in my belly!” line. Telling him he should eat his veggies too, dammit. He would look even cuter if he managed to gain some weight, the little bean. You nudge some of your burrito at him too as he eats his tacos. You both need it, even if he's the only one who needs more meat on his bones.

You spill some on the Hawaiian shirt and he immediately reaches over, wiping if of your breast.  “Uh... sorry...” he pulls his hand away but you smile, tell him it's ok. Then giggling, you pat his breast too, saying that's how ok it is. Then smooch him on the cheek, before plowing that burrito down, only breaking to grin and look at him. You make it back a couple songs into the next group, but the last one's the best, you and B dancing at the edge of the crowd. You want to kiss him so bad, thanking him over and over, so you do: a peck on the lips. “You're the best, B.” You nuzzle noses with him, hugging him close, swaying, feeling so warm and happy and buzzed, aware your crotch is lightly on his thigh, but you don't pull away. Kind of in love too. You pull him to a loveseat for more cuddles, touching his hands, arms, hair, face, smooching over his forehead, cheeks, nose too—“cutest face ever, B”—back, thigh, petting, massaging, asking a couple times if it's ok, saying he can do it back. He does, more cautious than you are, probably more worried than he often is because you're still tipsy. Fuck, you want to... fuck him every which way into next week,

Walking to the bus stop, you keep touching him, holding hands, brushing shoulders, thighs, hips. You're glad your parents are open-minded, because “Wanna sleepover, B?” They thought he was gay before you told them he was bi, but they'd still be cool with him staying over, even in your bed.

Since you were sixteen, they told you you could have boys over, as long as you were careful, that your mom could take you to the sexual health clinic, that you could have fun in ways that you didn't have to worry about getting pregnant. That they didn't want to tell you you should do things, but they didn't want you hiding things. The few people who knew how they were were surprised you didn't take more advantage, with boys, sex, booze, drugs... You've not done drugs other than pot and booze, not even cigarettes, and there's only been two other boys, one good, one... not, and mostly clothed fooling around. Seems like kids with strict or completely checked out parents were the ones who chased those things, or fell into it.

They knew about those two other boys but not much detail, hell they already knew about you masturbating since you were a baby, and you've told them about crushing on B too, being all touchy with him, leaving out how turned on he got you, the dreams and fantasies... They told you about oral and manual stuff just in general terms, and you made out, grinded with Jax, came with him, wished you two were less shy so you felt free to continue with him, but B told you about outercourse, rubbing on each other, all these different ways, and in more detail...

You just wear shorts and a sportsbra to bed, and he wears shorts of yours and a tshirt. You want to say you'd be down for sleeping naked, but don't want to weird him out, or make him worry about you being too drunk/high to know what you're saying. You're just buzzed now; you know what you'd be saying, and are clearheaded enough to want it, like you'd want to say and do it completely sober too. You do ask him for cuddles and hair pets though, and he grins, nodding, so you gladly oblige on each other, humming and singing songs to each other to get the other to guess what it is.

You, cackling, wake him up with a slap on the ass after 10 because he's on his belly, sheet around his legs. “Couldn't help it, B. Dat ass.” He blushes, and you grin. “I could smooch it better?” He cocks his eyebrow, flushing, but smiling, a soft “you want to?”, so you kiss his lower back first, then the soft skin where your shirt is riding up on him. Then his clothed butt. It's so silly it doesn't seem like a wtf moment or like it's giving anything away.

He strips off, except for his boxer briefs, and grabs his clothes, saying he should've been home already, for family time. “At least I brought you breakfast,” you say, holding out the last of the pie. You feed it to him as you wait for the bus with him. As you see it approach, you kiss him closemouthed on the lips again, hold his hand, thank him for a lovely birthday. “Must be the best birthday ever, Bren, thanks to you.” He gets up and you hug him close. “Best boy ever, B,” you whisper in his ear, hands circling from his back to his ass. “That ok?”  

“More than ok...”

Damn, you love all of him, including his booty. “Lovely all over. Butt, too” makes him blush even more than he already is, even grinnier than you.

“Th-thanks. Y-oh, God—you're great too. I mean, the best birthday girl. Uh...” Neither of you have time to finish, because the bus stops, and you tell him not to miss it so he doesn't get in more trouble.

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When you're back in class the next day you talk each other's ears off about visiting his family, how everything and everyone in Hawaii is beautiful in their own ways, you wishing you got to see it too, saying you've only been to Scotland and England, also because of family, with their oceansides and hilly farms and castles. He's got a lot of Scot in him too. Chatting until Ms Eliot glares at you two for at least a second time, clearing her throat loudly.

You keep touching him even more than before, matching your birthday celebrations: his hair, imagining flowers in it, his almost brown now skin, thinking he'd get Hawaiian flowers if he got any tattoos like he sometimes talked about. Picturing him naked even, swimming, or covered in flowers, or only in a grass skirt, or the cloth skirts both sexes wore. Or kissing that couple he got a crush on in a matter of hours... Clearly, that beauty rubbed off on him too, making him even more gorgeous. Hand on his thigh, hip, even. When he smiles, remembering the lushness and from your touches, you melt. He promises you pictures soon, saying he first panicked because he thought he lost the camera (it was in his mom's things), then forgot to get them developed, then they couldn't do it over the weekend. He wanted to show them to you and tell you about it at the same time because he can't really do it justice, but couldn't hold off anymore.

You grab onto his hand, nudge your shoulder into him as you're walking in the halls. You sit next to him during lunch, thighs and arms touching, pressing. After, you play with his hair and he just melts into it as you sit in the grass after. He touches back, your back, arm, nuzzles into your hugs and lap. Let's out little moans as you play with the nape of his neck, scalp... You find the small of his back, and he likes there too, even able to feel those Venus dimples he has too, fingertips daring over that strip of bare skin, wanting to go lower... so you do, hand resting on his ass, thumb stroking, sometimes patting to a beat. Watching his blissed out face, lush lips. It's turning you on, quite a lot, thinking about some of the things you could get up to, but you don't stop.

People have assumed that you're either a) boyfriend-girlfriend or b) a gay and his fag hag for a while now, even a couple brother-sister assumptions, but this may be upping it a level.

[preppymayhem]

5, 8, 21, 36, 40, 46, 51!

5. Which fandoms have your written fanfiction for?

I have never been a superly monofannish person, and I have written for a fair number of fandoms, but discounting fandoms that I was assigned for fic exchanges I have written for Gundam Wing, Fullmetal Alchemist, Escaflowne, Mighty Ducks, Inuyasha, City Hunter, Dawson’s Creek, Avatar the Last Airbender, Sailor Moon, Ouran High School Host Club, Eureka Seven, Steven King’s IT/IT (2017), V (2009) and due to my one lone Beronica Fic, I guess you can say I have technically written for Riverdale. About a month ago I orphaned a lot of my older works because they had become a bit incongruous with what I want attached to my name, so not all of those fandoms are still present on my AO3.

Fandoms that I’ve written exclusively for Yuletide as my main assignment are:  Soul Eater, Diana Wynne Jones’ Archer’s Goon, The Girl Who Leapt Through Time, Claymore, Drive Me Crazy, and Notting Hill.

8. How did you get involved in your latest fandom?

Well this is a fun story, but it is sort of a set of factors that brought me to watch an old 90s teen soap opera in this the year of 2018/2019. I should start by saying back when I was a part of the actual target demo for teen shows I only watch Buffy and didn’t deign to watch any of those other inferior teen shows and actually counted not being a weekly viewer of Dawson’s Creek as a point of pride. (It was very much one of those “I’m not like those other girls” nonsense attitudes, oh bb!Kristen you stupid, stupid girl). I did however osmose certain things about the show because at that time, you just sort of did. So how did I go back and actually watch this show well….

The first factor was that in the back half of 2017 I had the weirdest dream, where I literally dreamed the plot of my current WIP Boy Problems for Disney’s The Mighty Ducks which I had not seen or thought of in years (God told Joan of Arc to save France, God tells me to write steamy obscure dudeslash fic, Thanks God!). 

The 2nd Factor was that in like October of 2017, I watched Riverdale which I binged and then kept through to the winter finale of season 2 and then 5 months later thinking I was free (spoiler: I was not in fact free) and I started sort of following it and now I am here sort of following it week to week, but mostly mocking it while dreaming of my super gay alternative, and being increasingly annoyed with the fandom’s tendencies to make superficial comparisons to other show, a fandom trend I have always hated and that harkens back to Zutara fandom in ATLA (Zutara is not 1xr or Van/Hitomi, thanks). 

And the third factor was that way back in like July or August or some time there was a clickbait article that was basically TV shows characters that should have ended up with someone else/wrong endgame pairings which I clicked mostly because I wanted to see what they wrote about the How I Met Your Mother finale (I love reading takes on the HIMYM finale, I find it fascinating) and well the clickbait article stated that Dawson/Joey should have been endgame. This intrigued me because it contradicted everything I had ever heard/osmosed about the show.

So I decided that I would watch it to draw my conclusions and to see if what I had heard was wrong (which I thought was a possibility because I don’t by my nature trust giant ship fandoms like PJo was back in the day, it’s something I still sort of keep to this day), and I was like I will mock it and at the very least I will be able to have ammo against stupid fandom comparisons and due to a shared actor, maybe pick up good screen caps for like a moodboard for The Fic that had now progressed from being a dream to a thing that actually exists. 

And so I started it and as God would have it, I got invested, and now find that the Clickbait article was wrong, fandom needs to shut up Bughead/Barchie/Jeronica is not like Pacey/Joey thankyouverymuch, and I can’t use caps for a mood board because I would just cry and can’t associate anything from the show with anything else. 

So that’s story about how this dumb binch got invested in Dawson’s Creek years after everyone has moved on!

21. What was the first fanfic you ever wrote?

No Joke, the first fanfic that I wrote down and then posted was a Sailor Moon/Gundam Wing crossover that was basically just a retelling of the story of Sailor Moon with added giant robots. If you are like “Please tell me it wasn’t Senshi/Pilots” I am afraid I can tell you that (The pairings were if I recall Heero/Serena, Duo/Amy (What?!), Wufei/Raye, Trowa/Lita (cause they were both tall) and Quatre/Mina (Oh Quatre sweetie, I’m so sorry)) I killed Mamoru, and Relena just didn’t exist because this was set more in the SM universe than the GW one so I just brought over the pilots. It was multi-chaptered and I wrote a chapter a day. I wrote five parts of it covering all 5 arcs of Sailor Moon. 

Yes, I was totally better than those other girls as you can see. And no, those fics no longer exist online. In my defense I was 15 years old, I had not yet realized I was a lesbian and if I were to write that story now it would be Usagi/Relena because that story would be effing amazing.

36. What’s your favourite genre to write?

I enjoy a long slice of life romcom if I’m honest. The plotting of both my longest fics (Boy Problems and Living Arrangements) are the sort of stories that i love to write and come the easiest to me. I am also partial to quiet thematic characters beats and fics that explore characters putting things back together which if I can ever get back to 1xR as a ship that inspires me, I would love to do just a slice of life romance of them paralleling and finding their way back to each other. Also just cute romcom premises are always fun.

40. What do you struggle the most with in your writing?

I am so off and on when it comes to prose. Like there are times where I can do it and I love it, and other times it’s a struggle and I have to fight from just making everything dialogue (I maintain confidence in my dialogue.)

46. If someone was to read one of your fanfics, which fic would you recommend to them and why?

I think both Boy Problems (Mighty Ducks) and Living Arrangements (Dawson’s Creek) are the most apparent clear examples of where I am right now as a writer, but they are longer and the fandoms aren’t super in anyone’s face. I would say of my shorter one-shots, Save the Last Dance (Gundam Wing) and Once Lost, Now Found (City Hunter) are the most emblematic of me as a writer and my approach to characterisation. I also every once again get into to hugely stylistic gen pieces that I generally feel very proud of like Creation in Nine Acts (Avatar the Last Airbender, a mock creation myth for the Avatarverse, written before Korra was a thing but was not meant as the literal creation myth anyways) and State of IT (IT a short vignette from IT’s point of view.

51. Rant or Gush about one thing you love or hate in the world of fanfiction! Go!

I don’t know if this a thing I love or hate, but I am tired of fandom’s missives of you MUST COMMENT/KUDOS on everything you read. Comments/kudos/likes/reblogs on fanworks (not just fic) are great, but I don’t think that anyone is obligated to do any of those things. I think what I would rather do than rant or gush is to say that I think if you are a creator try to at least find comfort in validation of respecting and loving your own work. Write for yourself first and foremost. I think when I let go of the need for validation was when I really allowed myself to grow and appreciate myself as a writer. I wasn’t worried about what other people would think but just if I can read this and enjoy it and allows me a little more time thinking and writing about characters that I love than I am good, and I post it as a sort of second thought for if I enjoy it there may be others (even if it is one other person). So I guess I would leave it at that. If you’re a reader, don’t worry if you don’t leave feedback, no one is owed it and you don’t have to give any if you don’t feel that you can. And if you are writer, I would urge you to focus and write for you first and foremost and treat any feedback as a sort of treat on top of the pride of knowing you saw something through.

[dang-misha]

Request – Hey can I have an imagine where the reader is in her first falls count anywhere title match and Matt Hardy (her best friend) is watching the match backstage. However, as the match goes on she gets seriously injured, but she’s to stubborn to give up- which causes Matt to go out and comfort her, revealing his feelings for her in front of the whole wwe universe. Sorry that was long but I love your writing!! Also, I understand if you’re not feeling well or up for it. I’m not pushing you

Word Count – 1605

Warnings – Injury?? Mention of blood

A/N – I love, love, love this idea! I sadly couldn’t find a gif of Matt so I just had to use a normal pic. Hope you enjoy and thanks for the request! (requests are always open. I write supernatural, wwe, greys anatomy, and the walking dead imagines.)

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Tonight is a big night for you. You’re main eventing Raw with Charlotte Flair for the women’s championship and winning it! You cried tears of joy when Vince announced the news to you. The first person you told was your best friend Matt Hardy.

You and Matt have been best friends since you both started your careers. You used to be tag team partners and you just connected so much more since then. You guys helped each other with everything. You’ve helped each other with every heart ache, every injury and so on. When he found out Lita cheated on him and when he lost his job with wwe you were his rock through it all.

“You ready for tonight?” Matt said behind you, making you jump

“I’ve been ready for this forever it feels like.”

“You deserve it more than anyone I know. You work your ass off, it’s about time your hard work gets paid off.”

You both sat and watched the monitor until it was almost time for your match. You made sure everything was right with your gear, boots and wrapped some tape around your hands.

“Hold on, I want to do something.” Matt said, pulling a sharpie out of his pocket.

“You’re braver than you think, you got this champ.” He wrote on the tape, making you teary eyed. You gave him a big hug, a thank you and before you knew it you got called to wait at the curtains.

Your theme blared through the arena. You could feel your heart racing what seemed like a mile a minute. You’ve wanted this your entire career and now it’s finally time. Time to show the world why you deserve to be champion.

You stood in the ring and watched as Charlotte walked down the ramp and all you could do was look at the title. You couldn’t wait to have it around your waist. It was beautiful, the most beautiful thing you’ve ever saw. It’d look even better when it’s on your shelf.

The match was going well. Since it was a falls count anywhere match you could basically go wherever you wanted which made it a lot of fun. You fought in the crowds, on the announce table, backstage for about 10 minutes and on the ramp.

Charlotte was doing a moonsault which she’s very good at. She never messes up on it and you trusted her. You were laying on the announce table, waiting for her to hit the move then when she finally did everything went black. You felt an instant horrible pain all over your face, especially your nose. Charlotte landed the move but she landed it right on your head.

The ref panicked, asking doctors to come quick because your nose was gushing blood and your eyes were swelling up in seconds. You were injured in the most important match of your career.

Matt felt like he was going to throw up he was so scared. He wanted to be there with you, to make sure you’re ok.

You pushed the ref away, telling him you weren’t finishing this match just because of an injury. The match went on for about 10 more minutes but Matt could tell you were horribly concussed and your nose was broken. He watched as you wobbled and messed up every move but still didn’t give up. He watched as the blood poured down your face, getting inside your mouth so much that you kept spitting it out which isn’t good especially since you’re on a PG show. You were in trouble for sure.

You hit a twist of fate on Charlotte and finally the match was over. You were happy, but the injury was making it hard for you to enjoy any of it which broke your heart.

You sat in the ring with the title in your hands, holding it up high while putting on a fake smile. Your legs got weak so you sat down in the corner, taking this moment in as much as you could when you felt a few tears slip down your cheek. You weren’t sure if it was form pain or from happiness. Maybe both?

You closed your eyes and enjoyed the crowd chanting “you deserve it!” over and over again. It was an awesome feeling.

You opened your eyes to see Matt standing in the middle of the ring, tears in his eyes as he smiled at you. He helped you up and gave you a huge hug. You cried while whispering to him “I’m scared.” He hugged you tighter.

He went over and grabbed the microphone, leaving you confused.

“Y/N, congratulations! You’re finally the champion after 18 years of hard work and I couldn’t be more proud. I know this isn’t how you planned tonight on going, I know you’re scared and I’m sorry but I got a few things to say that might cheer you up a little. So you know we’re best friends. That’s a fact. You’ve seen me at my worst and never left my side not once. You never left when I had problems with drugs, when Lita tore my heart apart, or when I was injured. You were front row at all my huge matches like when I first won the tag team titles with Jeff or when I returned at Wrestlemania you were there and I can’t put into words how much you mean to me. I guess what I’m trying to say is I love you, and I know you know but I mean more than a friend. I want to be yours, I want us to be together. Please y/n, please love me too.”

It was hard to move fast due to your concussion but that didn’t matter at all at that moment. You got up, quickly walked up to him, grabbed his face and kissed him as hard as you could. You could feel him smile between it, making you smile too. The crowd was screaming so loud you thought the roof was going to blow off. For a few moments you forgot about how much pain you were in.

“I love you, I love you so much and I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember.” You said, giving him another kiss.

When you got backstage the doctors checked on you right away. It was like you didn’t even have time to celebrate. Matt held your hand the whole time you were getting checked out. Every time he’d notice you flinch or groan from pain he’d rub his thumb on your hand, letting you know it’s ok.

“She got you pretty good, y/n. Sorry I know this isn’t how you probably wanted to celebrate your first title win.” The doctor said

“So your nose is broke and you have a concussion. You should be out for about a month, but good news you don’t have to relinquish the title!” He doctor smiled, making you really happy.

“Thank you doctor, we really appreciate it!” You smiled, giving him a hug then Matt a kiss after.

Matt took you out for pizza after.

“I know this isn’t fancy, I’m sorry.”

“Matt, I really don’t mind. I love pizza better than “fancy food” anyways” You chuckled, making him smile. God you loved his smile.

“So how long have you loved me?” You asked, making him blush.

“For years. The second I met you I knew you were going to be someone special in my life. Especially after all the crap we’ve been through and you still put up with me? You’re amazing.” He kissed your hand after.

You guys finished your pizza and headed back to the hotel. You both always shared a room but never shared a bed unless you had to. It felt nice to not worry about that anymore.

Matt bought you a few ice packs at the pharmacy along with some medicine to help with the pain. He made sure to keep the lights low so it wouldn’t hurt your head. You appreciated him so much.

“You took care of me for a long time in my life, now it’s my turn to take care of you.”

You two got ready for bed, snuggling with each other felt amazing. You were getting ready to fall asleep until you remembered something

“Hey Matt?”

“Yeah?”

“Can baby sleep with us tonight?’

“Who’s baby? What?” He was half asleep, you tried your best to not crack up.

“Baby is my title.” He sighed of relief, chuckling after

“Oh, yeah. As long as you leave room for me.”

You grabbed your belt and wrapped it around your arms while Matt wrapped you in his arms. Both of you falling asleep shortly after.