#and he said what do you mean oh thanks dude and drew a penis on it

[elfemoji]

the plug gave me an edible and took me to a bar and then there was a whole bakery incident with almond torte who wants to carry me from my couch to my bed

#at 4pm #also while we were in line at the bakery he took the box of food out of my hand and i said oh thanks dude #and he said what do you mean oh thanks dude and drew a penis on it #bye?

[rachetmath]

Ren’s Discovery

Ren: Jaune?

Jaune: Yeah.

Ren: I was on the computer.

Jaune: Okay so-

Ren: I've seen it.

Jaune: *raises an eyebrow* What did you see?

Ren: Us.

Jaune: *relieved* Oh thank brothers, you meant just all age approiate fan-

Ren: On rule 34.

Jaune: Crap it was to good to be true. Okay, what's up?

Ren: I saw Qrow having sex with Nora.

Jaune: Okay. And?

Ren: And!? Jaune she was drawn having sex with Qrow.

Jaune: Yeah. So was Ruby, Gylda and Winter. So what?

Ren: Jaune you don't understand--

Jaune: Ren?

Ren: I mean what if Nora descides-

Jaune: Ren!?

Ren: I mean maybe I should---

Jaune: Ren, calm down, rule 34 does everyone like that!

Ren: Really?

Jaune: YES! Dude, I'm basically screwing Pyrrha, Ruby, Yang, Weiss, Nora, and Blake! Including you and Oscar!

Ren: Me and Oscar? That's kind of-

Jaune: Insane? Crazy? Fucked up? Kind of devinant? Yeah, that's rule34. No character in any series is safe from it.

Ren: No character?

Jaune: No character. Dude, some people drew me doing it with Cinder and Emerald, Pyrrha's mom, my own sister, and even with Cardin.

Ren: But I got-

Jaune: Cucked? Basically cheated on? Yeah join the club pal. People will do that. I been through it. (I also make sure Ruby never finds that out.) And don't blame the artist most of them are doing a job while few are just because! The point is rule34 is literally porn with characters from the show acting like porn stars. Basically don't take it too serious just admire the detail and the work the artist put into their stuff.

Ren: So nothing is true?

Jaune: Non-canon. Imagination. That's it.

Ren: So I can still-

Jaune: Stick your sword in Nora? Yes.

Ren: *relieved* Oh thank you.

Jaune: *sigh* Man. Glad you feel better. But since we're on the subject, be lucky you are not team RWBY.

Ren: Why? I mean they got most drawings.

Jaune: Yeah. Of them being horny, big penis sized fuck girls who would let anyone or anything smash them. Trust me, if they saw what you saw they be going crazy.

Ren: *nervously* Oh. Um... Jaune?

Jaune: What?

Ren: I left the computer on.

Jaune: *exe stopped working and rebooted* OOOHHH SHIT!!

Jaune and Ren run to the computer only to be too late. Team RWBY and Nora saw everything. Every image of them doing sexual things with strangers, eachother and their families. Yang was angry, Weiss was discussitsted, Blake embarassed beyond belief, Nora a bit unphased but Ruby feeling very ashamed of herself.

Jaune: Okay. Girls? Ladies? Mature young women? Listen, I get this looks bad but... I mean... well...

Yang: I'm going to kill them! *trys to walk away only for Jaune to stop her*

Jaune: NO YANG IT'S JUST FICTIONAL PORN.

Yang: SCREW THAT! THEY CRIMATED MY SISTER AS HOOKER!!

Ren: I mean red riding hood did have darker stories with-.

Jaune: REN, YOU ARE NOT HELPING!!!

Ruby: *in tears* Is this what everyone thinks of me? As some girl who can't control her urges. As some kind of slut.

Yang: SEE!? JUST FOR THAT, I'LL MAKE THEIR DEATHS SLOW AND PAINFUL!!

Jaune: *while being hit by Yang* Look Ruby, i-i-it's not that ba-

Weiss: How could people draw me like this?

Nora: I mean you do have an ego the size of that thing.

Jaune: NORA!!

Weiss: HOW DARE YOU!!!?

Blake: Wait didn't we see a few pictures with you and Jaune doing it?

Nora: I mean, if Pyrrha and Ren weren't going to shoot their shot then I'll shoot mines.

Ren: Oh so would sleep with Jaune!?

Jaune: Damn it, come on people, can someone help me!? Yang, is trying to kill somebody. Please, Yang, calm down!

Yang: NEVER!!

Oscar: Hey.

RWBY and JN_R stop what there doing to see Oscar and Penny.

Jaune: *scared* Oh no.

Penny: What's going on here? Why is Jaune holding Yang?

Jaune tells eveyone to play along.

Jaune: I'm just giving Yang a hug. Right, Yang?

Yang: Y-Yeah. Oh Jaune I love you so much.

Oscar: *looks to Ruby* Ruby, why is there tears coming out your eyes?

Ruby: *staring at the computer and Oscar back and forth* Umm just something on the web. You know... a sad video.

Penny: Really, oh Ruby, let's watch it together if you can't handle it.

Weiss: No-no-no just stay right there.

Oscar: But why?

Ren: Oscar, i-it's just-

Oscar sees everyone look at the computer. Penny sees this well and stares Oscar who agrees as he nods his head. Penny rush in and takes the computer only for her and Oscar to be stunned at the results. Oscar then sees his name and was ready to click on the link however-

Jaune: Oscar wait!

Oscar: ...

Jaune: Listen. Buddy there are times when a man or woman will sometimes have to let things go. Trust me, when I say, this, is right now the time to walk away and leave with your inncocence still attached. Oscar, please, don't click the link with your name on it.

Oscar: Oh how bad could it be?

Oscar clicks the link only to regret it in the end. He saw horrible images of himself and then proceeds to lye down on the floor and crys.

Oscar: I've been a good boy haven't I? I don't deserve this, do I? Did I do something horrible to deserve this? Why? Why?

Ruby: *comforts him* It's okay Oscar. We'll get through this together. *starts crying again with Oscar*

Jaune: Damn it.

Penny: *confused* I don't see the problem. I thought sex was a natural process for humans.

Jaune was about to explain only for Yang to wave her head and stopping him, knowing Penny would ask a bunch of questions if he tries to explain.

Nora: But to be clear, I still stand by to what I said, I would bang you Jaune.

Jaune: Okay, Nora, we get it. But like I said it's fiction, no one would do-

Blake: Jaune, let me be honest, I would do you if Pyrrha, Sun, Ilia or Yang weren't around.

Yang: Same here. You are nice guy.

Ren: No denying it.

Nora: *smile* Oh Ren!

Ren: Hey I being honest.

Weiss: Okay, perverts, but I wouldn't-

Jaune: *nervously* Yeah... Weiss... um... how do I put this?

Weiss: Jaune, not you too.

Ruby: *sobbing* Weiss you still have a big ego.

Weiss: Okay but still, I may have hated Jaune but I would never-

Jaune tairs Yang's shirt off, revealing her chest.

Yang: Jaune!

Weiss: *blushes*

Jaune: Guilty as charged.

Weiss: Shut up!

Blake: But would you screw Jaune?

Weiss: Oh gosh n-

Nora tears off Jaune's pants, revealing is sword and butt.

Jaune: Really Nora?

Weiss: *blushes brighter than before* You guys are mean. *walks off*

Yang: *staring at Jaune's 'sword'* Aren't you going to cover up?

Jaune:*staring at Yang's breast* Why haven't you?

Yang: You can look but never touch.

Jaune: Touche.

Ren/Blake: Will you both cover up. Please? I don't want look at Jaune's/Yang's dick/breast all day.

Nora: Admit it, you both like it.

Ren and Blake: Shut up Nora!

#rwby #JNPR #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake bellodona #yang xiao long #Jaune Arc #lie ren #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos #cinder fall #emerald sustrai #cardin winchester #Oscar Pine #penny polendina #qrow branwen

[enigmatist17]

Colors (Spiderman-Noir and Miles Morales)

First off, I need more Spiderman-Noir in my life.

Second, for the colors, Noir has kept it to himself that he doesn’t know what they are. He craves to see them, yet at the same time is so ashamed of not knowing what they are that he says nothing. Except for red, he knows that color and has immense fear that the red on the other Spiders’ suits is sometimes blood because he cannot tell the difference. I might expand on this later, not sure.

“What's blue?” Miles Morales blinked, the question completely catching him off-guard. It was a lazy Sunday morning in Miles’s universe. Peni had created a stable way for the Spider-Family, as she called them, to visit each other without the worry of decay and glitching. They took to the ability with vigor, not a single one of them stating that being near each other waned away the loneliness. Despite the free ability, however, Noir seemed to be the one who shied away the most. He would be caught taking the occasional short trip, visiting Aunt May the most as his had been killed long ago. May had taken to the late night visits with ease, knowing that while he seemed older due to his time being far behind the others, he was still a rather young Peter. Miles seemed to be the only other person Peter Benjamin had taken a liking to, often showing Miles tricks and ways to dispatch enemies. After some web training, the two had gotten some treats and were hanging out on some rooftop far over the city. Noir hadn’t said much until he asked about the color, studying his popsicle with intensity. “Are...are you asking me if your ice-cream is blue?” Miles questioned, the detective nodding. “I don’t know what blue is.” It was such a simple response, but to Miles it was disorienting. “Oh my god dude, do you not know what colors are?” Noir shook his head, raising his mask slightly higher so he could devour the melting treat. “Remember, in my world, there isn’t such a thing as color. Except for what I’ve been told is red.” The shudder that ran through Noir’s body could be misconstrued as the rush of cold from his treat. They both knew better. “Well…” Miles looked down, his blood-red symbol visible. “Oh my god, we all have red on our suits…” “Worry not Miles, I got used to it.” Noir assured him, lying through his teeth. In truth, seeing those blood-red suits every time he saw the others made him fearful. Color disoriented him every time he went to any of their universes, and sometimes he thought the suits were doused in blood. There were days he would wait for the others to sleep, checking their pulses before running a hand down their suits. Only once had his black glove returned with a splotch of red, a hidden wound on Peter B. sending him into a panic attack that he had run from the room to hide. “Hey, Peter? You there?” Blinking, Noir didn’t realize he had dropped his trash, hands clenched into fists. God, when did it get so hard to breathe? Miles seemed to just appear by his side, saying words Noir couldn’t understand. You’re dangerous for him. They’ll all die, and it’ll be your fault. Those negative thoughts, they were returning with a vengeance. Pathetic, a mere memory was sending him into a panic attack of all things, and in front of Miles. The thudding of his heart seemed to block out everything around him, Noir vaguely aware of Miles removing his mask. As if sensing that Peter was having trouble drawing in the air around them, Miles removed the detectives mask before he could utter a word of protest. Noir looked just like Peter B., were it not for the scars that littered his face. Living in a universe that had Nazi’s had to be tough, but Miles didn’t think it was enough to leave Peter covered in reminders of his job. “Look at me man, just focus on me ok?” The teenager said firmly, both hands on Peter’s shoulders. Peter Benjamin seemed to be trying to hold a passive face but was failing as he stared at Miles’s insignia for what seemed like hours. “Every time I come through that portal, I just see the red on your clothes.” He eventually rasped, digging through his coat to pull out a cracked set of round-rimmed glasses. They made him seem older once they were slipped on that grey face, Miles releasing the other and sitting beside him. “Would you believe that I get scared every damn time?” “Well...yea.” Miles nodded his head, scrunching up his face as Noir fished out a cigarette and his lighter. “I mean, we all have our triggers.” “Triggers?” Noir questioned, the lungful of nicotine doing much to steady his nerves. He turned so Miles didn’t have to deal with any of the smoke, watching the white cloud trail up until it dissipated. “Yea, stuff that makes you sad, or angry, or scared. You guys don’t know what mental health is, do you?” He wasn’t surprised at the shake of the head he received, another drag of the cigarette releasing more smoke. “Sorry son, we don’t deal much with the head. We deal with fightin’ for another day, another sunrise in a world running on pain and misery.” Miles frowned lightly, placing a hand on Noir’s shoulder. “Sorry kid, didn’t mean to drop it heavy on you.” “It’s okay, I know its rough for you.” Miles pat Noir’s shoulder comfortingly, before drawing back. “You okay now?” “Yea, thanks, kid.” He nodded, a wane smile on his face as he stubbed out his cigarette butt and flicked it expertly into the dumpster below them. For a few moments, they sat in silence, Peter taking in the rich unknown colors the sky displayed. “Want to learn about colors?” The question drew Peter’s gaze, a thin eyebrow arching up as Miles fished out a book from his bag. “Would you be willin’ to teach me?” He questioned, Miles flashing a bright smile as he opened up the book to one of his sketches. The intricate designs and the myriad of colors stole Peter’s breath away, the older man silent as Miles began to describe which color was which. For hours the two went through his sketchbook, Noir absolutely enraptured in the designs and neverending colors. It was rather saddening when it was time for Miles to return home, the setting sun turning the sky what he now knew as purple and pink. He was surprised, however, when his offer to return Miles’s book was denied. “Keep it, you need practice anyways.” The teen grinned, giving Peter Benjamin a hug before making his way into his house. The older Spiderman smiled before going up and out of sight, book tucked securely in his arms as he returned to his home. Noir went to his bedroom almost immediately, carefully taking pages from the sketchbook and sticking them up all around the grey office. The color was in such contrast it nearly hurt to look at, but the detective adjusted rather easily. After all, his Rubiks cube sat securely on his desk, still as bright as the day he had received it months back. For the first time in months, Peter smiled, settling on his desk chair and taking in the color on his walls. Those same colors seemed to keep the nightmares at bay, Noir drifting off with a soft snore and a faint smile on his lips.

#spidernior #into the spiderverse #peter benjamin parker #miles molares #my boy noir needs a hug #and every colorful thing he wants

[jhope-seok]

You Are My Song (Pt. 10)

Summary: You meet Kihyun in psychology class and can’t stand him.  Outside of class is a different story.

Disclaimer: All of the things mentioned in this story are all works of fiction and have been made up by me, the author.  I did not intend to make anything based on real life, and any coincidences to real life are purely coincidences.

Members: Kihyun x Reader

Rating: PG-13/Fluff/Almost smut?/LIL BIT of angst?

Length: 5,671 words

Notes: K/RM/N = Kihyun’s roommate’s name

(A/N: GUYS! HERE IT IS! THE LAST CHAPTER!!!! I hope you guys like it! I had all the feels writing this chapter and I’m kind of sad to see it end. But! Thank you to everyone who has read all of the chapters and kept up and especially thank you to everyone who waited for this part! Lastly, thank you to everyone who has beta’d for me for any chapter, and a huge shout out goes to @lostinmonstax​ for helping me edit and @hyungjooki​ for letting me use her post!)

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The morning after you and Kihyun made your relationship official, he made you breakfast. He woke shortly after you did and you had spent a while laying in bed together, kissing with limbs entangled, until someone’s stomach gurgled. You couldn’t remember whose, but it urged you both to go get food. You now lounged around in his kitchen in one of his shirts and your leggings, with your fingers intertwining at any chance you could get. Neither of you said much, just small hums and murmurs, afraid to fill the space with anything louder than a whisper, and in the silence you were memorizing Kihyun’s face and the way he looked right now in that moment.

His hair was a mess, but it was so cute that your heart ached to see more mornings with it like this. He wore the same oversized hoodie from the previous night with only his boxers on underneath. You could see the sleep still caught under his eyes, but they shone brightly and each time you blinked it was like you couldn’t open your eyes fast enough to keep looking at his. 

“What are you doing today?” Kihyun spoke suddenly, uttering his words just loud enough to make you jump,  He laughed when you startled and you had to hide your face behind your hair due to your slight blush.When the redness on your face had subsided enough you looked up at him, to find him smiling at you with an eyebrow raised. “So? Any fun plans?” He asked again.

“Nope. Absolutely nothing,” you said as you ran your thumb over his knuckles, slowly caressing each of his fingers. You hoped he would ask you to spend the day with him, not wanting to part with him yet. Your eyes never broke with his and when he caught on to what you were implying he leaned over the table and kissed you. It wasn't the exact answer you were looking for, but you weren't unhappy with the reply you'd gotten.

He cupped your face with one hand and let his fingers lace through your hair. Even now you were still amazed at how his lips against yours could send your head spinning. It wasn't an overly passionate kiss, instead sweet and tender, but the gentleness with which he kissed you only proved to send a shiver down your spine, causing goosebumps to pop up all over your arms and legs.

He broke away slowly, letting his breath mix with yours for a few extra seconds before he sat back in his chair. He grasped your hands in his and drew doodles with his thumbs on the backs of your palms. “Well,” he mused. “If you're not busy today, we could do more of that, or we could spend the day in bed, or we could…” you cut him off by getting up and sitting in his lap.

“I don't care what we do today, as long as I get to spend the day with my boyfriend,” you said wrapping your arms around his neck.

His face lit up when you called him your boyfriend. The word felt so good coming out of your lips, as if it were only meant to be uttered in this scenario, alone here with him. “Boyfriend,” he smiled. “I like the sound of that. Now, girlfriend, we've already wasted several hours of our day, and we've got a jam packed schedule,” his smile turned into a smirk as he grabbed your waist and ass with both hands and picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his back, nuzzling your face into his neck, placing the softest of kisses in the space between his collarbone and his neck, catching on quickly to where he was going. 

He brought you over to the couch in his living room and placed you down with your head on one armrest and propped himself up over you. “First on the itinerary,” he said, bending down to kiss you once before trailing kisses down your jawline to your neck. As his lips worked placing his marks all over you, his hands played at the hem of your shirt. You grabbed his hair with one hand and his sweatshirt with the other, as his hand snaked under your shirt to play with your breasts.

His fingers flirted over your nipples making you gasp and grind up into his growing erection. With nothing but the thin layer of his boxers and your leggings in between you, you could already feel how hard he was in only a short amount of time. You pulled him back up to your lips and your tongues immediately met, the heat from his mouth matching the heat in your core. His hands trailed down your sides and when they met your hips, you hitched one leg around his and pulled his torso down closer to you. Just as your hands were reaching under his sweatshirt to remove it, you heard a loud cough from somewhere in the room. 

Kihyun broke away from you and you both looked to the source of the coughing. Your eyes landed on another male standing at the base of the stairs who looked extremely disheveled, seemingly to have just woken up. You looked back at Kihyun who had turned a slight shade of red.

Kihyun sat up suddenly, removing himself from you and you sat up until you were sitting squarely next to him. You were embarrassed that you two had been caught, but your confusion was beating out the embarrassment. You had assumed that Kihyun had roommates, but it had never occurred to you that they had been home last night. “Or maybe he got home late?” you thought.

Kihyun cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. “Hey dude, sorry. I didn't hear you come home last night,” he muttered unable to meet his roommate’s eyes. He had stretched his sweatshirt down to try to cover his still hard penis, and you straightened your shirt and hair as best as you could, trying your hardest to make it less awkward.

“I didn't get home until late,” his roommate stated in a hushed tone, confirming your thoughts. “Anyways,” his roommate’s gaze turned to you, his voice more confident. “Hi. I'm K/RM/N,” he said with a slight wave of his hand.

Now it was your turn to blush. “Um,” you laughed awkwardly. “Hi. Nice to meet you.” You coughed a bit trying not to run away from the embarrassment you felt creeping over you.

Kihyun grabbed your hand and introduced you. “K/RM/N, this is Y/N,” he said more confidently, turning to you. “My girlfriend,” he smiled at you and you smiled back, surprised at how happy it made you to hear him call you his girlfriend.

“Oh? Girlfriend?” His roommate questioned. 

“Yes,” Kihyun stated.

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” his roommate said. You got worried for a second, afraid Kihyun had told him the stories about how you had been rude to him in the beginning of the semester. You looked to Kihyun for an answer, but his face was focused on his roommate, eyebrows furrowed. “Don't worry,” he laughed. “I've only heard good things. He never stops talking about you, so it’s nice to finally put a face to a name.” His words only made you blush harder and you lightly smacked Kihyun on the arm. 

“Hey!” Kihyun shouted, dropping your hands to dramatically grab the spot you had hit. “What was that for? I only talked about you a lot because I liked you so much,” your eyes caught Kihyun’s when he said liked in the past tense. “Like you so much,” he corrected himself quickly. After this you only vaguely heard the rest of his conversation with his roommate, something about his roommate grabbing food and leaving so ‘the two of you can bang all day,’ but your thoughts were stuck on his choice of tense.

“Why did he say liked in the past tense? What did he mean by ‘liked.’ Does he not like me anymore? I mean why wouldn't he like me? We just defined our relationship. Wait…. Does Kihyun love me?” your heart raced when your train of thought led you to this point. But the follow-up thought made your heart drop. “Do I love Kihyun?” Your mind raced trying to answer your own question, trying to quickly sort out your feelings. But when you heard the door slam, signifying his roommate had left, you were quickly brought out of your thoughts.

You took in a deep breath when you felt Kihyun’s hand on your thigh and you adjusted yourself to face him. “Sorry about that,” he muttered, his eyes full of an unspoken apology. You assumed it was embarrassing for him to be caught by his roommate, but he didn’t seem as embarrassed as you would expect, and suddenly your thoughts were torn in a different direction, back to one you had the morning after the first night you had sex with him. You couldn't stop yourself from blurting out, and you almost immediately regretted it.

“How many other girls have you had one night stands with?” Your eyes were trained on something just over his shoulder, trying to control your mind. You heard him breathe out a sharp laugh. 

“What?” His tone was as sharp as his laugh had been. “Where did this come from?”

You looked at his eyes and could see he was upset, almost angry. “Probably not the best thing to ask the night after you said yes to being his girlfriend Y/N,” you scolded yourself. You steadied your breath and tried to explain yourself. “I just...I just want to know because I got the feeling this was not the first time your roommate has caught you with a girl,” you said watching his reaction carefully.

His eyes softened and closed. He shook his head slightly and when he opened his eyes again he gaze was soft, almost playful. When he let out a laugh you almost couldn't tell if it was a laugh or just a breath. “Y/N,” he put his hand on your cheek. “The only girl I've ever had a one night stand with,” he paused. “Is you.”

Your breath caught in your throat.  All you managed to croak out was, “Really?” He nodded and let his thumb stroke your cheek. You breathed a sigh of relief and once more couldn’t stop the next statement that came out of your mouth. “I believe you, but I’m also extremely shocked.”

He laughed and furrowed his eyebrows. “Shocked? Why are you shocked?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “I mean, you’re extremely good-looking, and the one drunken thought I had that night we first hooked up that still sticks in my mind to this day is how amazed I was at how handsome and hot you looked in just a simple shirt and jeans. So,” you scrunched your face, “I guess I just thought you were like every other ‘hot’ guy and used your good looks to get girls in bed.”

He laughed so hard his hands dropped from your face and he fell back into the couch. His laughter was so musical you got lost in the sound of it and how it moved through your body. You’d never heard him laugh that hard before and it made you instantly smile.

“What!” you exclaimed. “Why are you laughing?”

He managed to speak between fits of laughter. “I’m laughing...because...coming from you…,” he took several deep breaths to stop his laughs. “Coming from you, that is just so funny. Because you are so beautiful, Y/N. That night at that party you were surrounded by your friends, but I literally cannot remember a single one of their faces because you were all that mattered. You are far more beautiful than me. Even here now, you have no makeup on and are still wearing your pajamas and yet you are more gorgeous than any girl I've ever known. I am so lucky to be your boyfriend.”

With every word that he spoke you felt a redness creep over your skin that was uncontrollable no matter how much you willed it to stop. It was the first time either of you had opened up to each other about your attraction to the other, and you could feel he truly meant what he was saying. Your heart was beating so incredibly fast, and the only thing you knew that would help it was reaching out to touch him and feeling his pulse under your fingertips. So you climbed over until you were sitting in his lap, straddling him, burying your face in his neck.

“Do you really mean that, Kihyun?” you whispered.

“Of course, Y/N. You are more beautiful to me than any woman I’ve ever seen,” he let his hands trail up your thighs until they wrapped around your waist. “I am so incredibly lucky to have you as my girlfriend.”

You raised your head to look him in the eyes. His eyes were full of an emotion you couldn't quite place, but his words rang through your veins, and you felt that same overflow of emotions fill within you. You bit your lip to stop the tears that had suddenly welled up in your eyes, and did the only thing you knew that would halt your tears from actually flowing, and bent down to kiss him. Doing so made your heart swell, your pulse race, and your head spin, so you broke away quickly, and tried to catch your breath.

When your eyes met Kihyun’s again there was a mischievous glint hiding underneath a poorly hidden veil of lust. “Our itinerary got interrupted earlier. Now,” he lifted you slightly so he could lay you down on the couch with your head on the armrest again, “Where were we?”

A smile grew on your lips and you instantly hooked your leg around him again, bringing him close to your body. “I think we were right about here,” you said, and pulled his face down to kiss you. When his tongue met yours it was hot, yet it still sent shivers down your spine. 

He eventually moved the two of you to the bedroom, in case his roommate came home unexpectedly, but you spent most of the remainder of the day there, naked in each others embrace. Whether you were making love, making out, or just being in each other’s arms, you cherished this time you could spend with him. You knew that when tomorrow morning came around you wouldn’t get to see him much, outside of class, for the next couple of weeks due to his practice schedule and you wanted to spend all of the time you could with him. 

That night he ordered delivery and you two enjoyed a picnic date on his bedroom floor, legs wrapped with each other’s. You shared stupid stories with each other about your pasts, mostly band related. You showed him some pictures of you in marching band with your best friend and when he tried and failed to hide his laughter, you toppled him to the floor. It eventually led to you both making love for a third time on the floor, and after you both were thoroughly exhausted, you laid there with him illuminated in the moonlight. You eventually drifted off to sleep on his chest, dreaming of your future with him, where there were more days like today.

In the morning you woke in his arms, but you had been moved to his bed. You rolled over to check the time and realized you were going to be late for class. You quickly woke him up and rushed to get dressed. The only clothes you had were from Saturday night, but you threw them on anyways. You turned around to see Kihyun still in bed, sitting upright smiling at you. 

“What are you doing? Get up! I'm going to be late for my class and so are you!” You rushed over to him and tried to pull him out of bed. But he was stronger than you and instead he gripped your wrist and dragged you back onto the bed beside him.

“Y/N. We're going to be late anyways, and you don't have your stuff for class here. You'd never make it on time. Can't we just have breakfast at least?” He placed several small pecks on your lips. You scowled after his last kiss and he hugged you tight. “I promise it will be a fast breakfast and you won’t miss your second class.”

You sighed into his chest and muttered, “You’re lucky I like you so much.”

He chuckled and kissed your hair. “Thank you.”

He made you both breakfast again and you spent less time eating breakfast than you did kissing him, needing to savor the taste of his lips on yours. You and him both knew that you might not get to see each other for a few days, and so even as he drove you to your apartment so you could get your backpack before your next class, he held your hand tightly in his, occasionally pressing his lips to the back of your palm. As you sat in his Jeep outside of your apartment building your lips lingered on his and his fingers drew sweet nothings into your palms.

He breathed in slowly one last time before softly saying, “As much as I want to sit here and spend more time with you Y/N, I don’t want to make you miss your classes any more than I already have.”

You sighed. “I know. But,” you chewed on your bottom lip, “Do you promise to text me? I know you have practice a lot this week, so I don’t want to force you to see me. And maybe I'll see you this weekend?” 

He nodded and kissed you one last time. “Absolutely. Now go, I don’t want you to miss your next class.”

You squeezed his hand as you opened the car door behind you. “Okay. I’ll see you soon!” You jumped out of his car and gave him one last smile, before running up to your apartment to grab your stuff.

The week went by slowly. But, Kihyun was true to his word and he texted you every day, a good morning and goodnight with many extra texts throughout the day. You would have seen him in class on Tuesday, but you came down with some sort of illness, probably given to you by one of your roommates or coworkers. You had texted him to let him know that you wouldn’t be at class, and when you woke from a nap you saw you had several more texts from him along with a Snapchat. 

You opened the Snapchat first, and smiled when you saw a very bored looking Kihyun with the caption, “Miss you :P”.  The texts were more of the same as the Snapchat, declaring how bored he was, and sending you his favorite quotes from the professor. You laughed a bit at the out-of-context quotes, but suddenly your phone began to buzz in your hands.

“Kihyun would like to FaceTime...”

You immediately touched your face. You hadn’t looked in a mirror in a while and you had just woken up so you probably looked a mess. But you wanted to see him and you didn’t want to ignore his call so you quickly pulled your hair back into a ponytail and then hit the green button, falling back onto your pillows. Suddenly, your screen was filled with Kihyun’s smiling face. He was dressed casually in a white t-shirt and black hoodie, but it still took your breath away.

“There she is!” he smiled and laughed a bit when you tried to cover your face with your sheets. “How are you feeling?”

You scrunched your face at him, “Sleepy. I just woke up from a nap,” you croaked.

He frowned at the sound of your voice and his eyebrows furrowed together. “Oh no. I didn’t wake you up did I?”

You shook your head. “No, I was awake for a few minutes before you called. Sorry I look so gross though,” you tried to cover your face again and he clicked his tongue at you.

“You don’t look gross at all, don’t say that,” with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I just wish I could be there to take care of you,” he mused.

“I wouldn’t want to give you whatever I have. It’s miserable and I don’t want to run the risk of you getting it,” you said as sternly as you could muster. 

He laughed at your feeble attempt. “You’re cute, you know that?” he managed to say through his laughter. When his chuckles finally subsided the two of you talked about your plans for the upcoming week and possible plans for the weekend to see each other. You had a sudden coughing fit which prompted him to end the call after a short while, giving you one last wink. He blew a kiss and said his farewell. “Feel better, babe. And maybe see you this weekend.” 

“Thank you, Kihyun. Good luck with practice,” you smiled at him and waved as you ended the call.

The last few days of the week went by even slower than the first, and when the weekend finally came, along with the first day you felt sickness-free, you took the chance to spend your free time with Kihyun. He had practice for his a capella group, but whenever he wasn’t preparing for his upcoming concert, he made sure to take the opportunity and see you. It was a short weekend, but he reminded you that you’d see him in class on Tuesday, and then again on Friday for the concert, which couldn’t come fast enough.

By the time the concert finally arrived, your heart yearned to say three words that you’d never thought you would say to someone again. Your feelings for Kihyun had developed so quickly into something you’d never experienced. Every second you spent with him it was like there was nothing in the world besides you two, and you could feel all of this positive energy flowing from him through to you. He lit you up from the inside, because you felt how much he truly cared for you. It was like your world had been black and white before he came around, and now with every word he spoke he colored your world. You could feel that whatever pulled him to you in the first place was something more than just attraction and lust. When he looked at you, you felt as if his gaze was meant only for you, that he was put on this planet for you.

The overflow of love you felt for Kihyun had grown from a steady stream into a rushing waterfall, constantly flowing and ebbing. You didn't think it was possible but with every kiss, every touch, every breath shared, the waterfall grew and grew. The words were on the tip of your tongue every time you said goodbye to him. There were times when you almost let it slip out, but you didn't want to scare him with saying it too soon, so you waited. You had discussed with your roommates the night before the concert what to do, and they both agreed you should do it after the concert.

When you got to the building where the concert was being held, you were surprised to find the small hall almost packed. You'd brought your roommates along with you for moral support, and by the time you found three seats together in the front row, they were both just as nervous as you were. You flipped through the program to try and calm your nerves and saw that Kihyun was singing as the lead solo for a couple of songs. The one that caught your eye the most was the last song in the program. It was listed as “‘Original Song’ composed and arranged by Yoo Kihyun.”

You leaned over to one of your roommates and whispered, “I think this is the song he's been working on all semester in class. What do you think it's about?”

She looked at where you were pointing and then looked up at you with a slight frown. “I don't know. Interesting.” Then her eyes lit up but she turned away quickly and when you tried to ask her about what she knew, she changed the topic of conversation. You stared down at the words on the page. The way it was noted as just ‘original song’ made you think he hadn't come up with a title yet, which made you a little sad that he was performing it when it wasn’t complete yet. But now you didn't know if you could wait until the end of the concert to hear it.

You texted him quickly to let him know you’d made it to the concert. “Hey Ki, made it! I'm excited to hear this ‘original song!’ :D break a leg!”

You didn't get a response from him but when the lights went out signaling the start of the concert, you got your answer. You heard the slight shuffle of footsteps on the stage depicting that the members had walked on. When the lights came up again, your eyes immediately searched for Kihyun.

He was standing on one side of the stage, and from where you sat in the audience, he was facing you perfectly. When your eyes met his for a second, your heart stopped but then you realized he probably couldn’t see you from the stage, as the lights were extremely bright. You smiled to yourself and clapped along with the rest of the audience.

The entire group was in greaser outfits and he looked extremely sexy in his black leather jacket, black shirt and dark jeans with the cuffs rolled up. He had even pushed his hair up off of his forehead and you couldn't believe he'd never done this before. You made a mental note to tell him how sexy he looked after the concert, but you kept clapping and had to refrain yourself from letting out a little howl because of how turned on his outfit made you. 

Your roommates leaned over to quietly ask you which one Kihyun was. You pointed to him and whispered back, “The hot one on the end.” They both gave you thumbs up in approval of your boyfriend’s looks and you chuckled quietly. What you assumed was the first soloist stepped up to the microphone in the center of the stage and introduced himself and the group. He was apparently the director of the group and explained their theme for this concert. After he finished speaking the actual first soloist stepped up and the concert officially started. 

Kihyun sang his solos perfectly. You were upset every time his songs ended, wishing you could hear more and more of his voice.  You had never heard him sing before and his voice was amazing. It was smooth and clean, and his tone was so clear the notes he sang kept ringing in your ears long after the they had ended. You clapped the loudest when his songs were done, and your roommates laughed at you for your enthusiasm but you didn’t let that bother you.

The entire concert was amazing, and even when Kihyun was in the background you could still hear his voice loud and clear. You closed your eyes at one point and imagined he was giving you your own private concert. After the second-to-last song ended your heart skipped a beat in anticipation of Kihyun’s final song. He approached the microphone hesitantly and seemed to be searching the crowd.

“Hello everyone,” he started. “My name is Kihyun, and the last song we will be performing tonight is a song that I wrote personally myself. It’s a love song. It doesn't have a title yet, but I’ve been working on this for a very long time, so I hope you all enjoy it.” He backed away to take a large gulp out of his water bottle, took a deep breath and looked at the director who cued the first note.

As he turned back around, his eyes caught yours for a brief second. You thought for sure he had seen you that time and when you saw his throat waver as he gulped, you knew he had. You wondered what he meant by it being a love song and the thought passed through your mind, as you saw both of your roommates turn to look at you, if this song was about you. The music started off slow and quiet, and the reverberations of the bass singers came through your feet and moved their way up your chest.

“I remember the first day I saw you, One look and that was all it took. And I knew. I knew, it was you.” 

You listened intently to the lyrics as his face contorted slightly with the words he was singing. He sang of not knowing how to approach a girl, only seeing from afar, and you thought back to the first month or so of classes, where you had watched him come to class and not pay attention. The thought then crossed your mind, “Was Kihyun watching me too?” You argued with yourself internally trying to convince yourself it was not about you. You weren't opposed to it being about you, but you couldn't believe that he'd been writing a song about you this entire time. But as he continued to sing it sounded more and more like the story of you and him. 

“I remember the first night you kissed my lips. We talked and we laughed; We drank and you danced. And I knew. I knew it was you.” 

Your eyes were trained to Kihyun’s. His eyes were locked to the floor in front of him, but you could tell from the way he was swaying that he wanted to look up. You willed him to look up and to look at you. You willed him to confirm with his eyes that he was singing about you. You had to know. 

“Then my world turned upside down From black and white to colorful sounds. Lovely reds and electric oranges Happy yellows and envious greens; I envied that it hadn’t always been me Hopeful blues, they rang so true And purples filled with I Love Yous.”

As the last word left his mouth he turned his head and his eyes met yours. Your breath caught in your throat as his voice sang louder than ever before as he went into the last chorus. Your roommate grabbed your arm as he removed the mic from the stand and began to cross the stage. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Your mind was racing at a thousand miles a minute, but the thought that kept coming back again and again was “Kihyun loves me. And I love him.”

As he descended the stairs a spotlight stayed trained on him and it followed him all the way to you. He grabbed your hands as he finished his piece and brought you to stand up next to him. You didn’t know how you were standing, because your legs were shaking immensely underneath you. You had to place your hands on his chest to steady yourself, and he responded in kind by grabbing your waist so you wouldn’t fall. He brought the microphone up to his lips and said just loud enough for the microphone to pick up. “Y/N, I love you.”

The tears that had welled up in your eyes began to fall, and you grabbed his cheek and said as loud as you could muster, “I love you too, Kihyun.” At that he pulled you in tight and kissed you with everything he had to offer. You could faintly hear the audience begin to cheer behind you, but louder than that was the beating of your own heart in your ears. You could feel the tears rolling down your face and he reached his hand up to wipe them away. You pulled away and hugged him tight, repeating over and over into his shoulder, “I love you.” 

He pulled back so his face was only inches away from yours and cupped your face. What he asked next caught you slightly off guard.  “Do you remember our conversation that night at the party, when you asked me why I chose to be a music education major?” You weren’t sure if anyone else had heard this question, but your ears still picked up the audience clapping and cheering for you, so you assumed no one else had.

You tried to remember that night, but your memory of the conversation wasn’t the clearest, and the ringing of the audience’s cheers made it hard for you to think. But you vaguely recalled what he said and tried to paraphrase it to the best of your ability. “Yes. I think you said something about wanting to see a song become someone’s whole world and watch them love a song with their whole being, and let it move them and their soul,” you muttered. “Why?”

He caressed your face slightly, and you saw tears form in his eyes. He leaned over and whispered low in your ear so no one else could hear him. His words brought more tears to your eyes and when he kissed you, you could feel your tears and his mix on your lips. And when the cheers from the audience picked up again, you couldn't hear them. His words rang in your ears and echoed throughout your body and the thought crossed your mind that they would stay there, imprinted on your heart forever.

“Because, Y/N. You are my song.”

#mxnetwork #mxwriters #you are my song #my works #aaaaaAAAAAHHHHHHHH I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT #I LITERALLY HAVE BEEN LEADING UP TO THE LAST LINE SINCE THE BEGINNING AND MY HEART LITERALLY ACHED TO WRITE IT #i really hope you guys like it! #kihyun #kihyun x reader #monsta x #monsta x fics #boy group writers net

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Kane, Kane I love you, but I don't want to see you fight Brock.  It'll be the worst kind of trainwreck.  I don't even really wanna see Braun fight Brock again, just because I don't trust them to do right and have him beat mister dickchest.

...Kurt, really?  Jfc.  I guess it'll bring the casual fans in.  Fuck me, I'm just so tired of Brock.  Love Heyman, hate seeing that dumb purple face and penis tattoo.

Joe Rollins... Yeah, that'll be a good match, but it doesn't quite get the gross lesner taste outta my mouth.

Don't call Seth bad, Cole, he's trying to redeem himse- JORDAN WHAT ARE YOU DOING PLEASE STOP I REALLY LEGITIMATELY WANT TO LIKE YOU AND YOU ARE MAKING IT VERY HARD TO DO. Fuckin Seth's face, tho, like "who the hell is this child and who let him in my ring???"  Man is lucky that Dean hasn't dropped down from the ceiling to try and brutalize him.

Ah Joe, you know you're always the bell of any ball that matters.

Not sure Seth's one to talk about Daddy issues considering his history with Trips and Steph, but  ok, you a face now, we'll politely ignore the things you did as a heel.

Things I would not actually be surprised should they happen: Joe ends up kind of adopting Jason Jordan as his pupil/understudy for the purpose of annoying the shit out of Kurt as Jordan goes through his rebellious stage.

...A WWF commercial on the WWE is really weirding me out.  I mean, hell yeah, let's stop tiger poaching, but like... 's'weird.

I don't like that noise Seth made when he was rammed into the barricade, if he could never make that noise again that'd be great. Is the crowd chanting boring?  People have no appreciation for ring psychology anymore.  I know you guys don't like Jordan, but let him try to murder Seth's back jfc it makes sense, let the boy live. Wow, yeah, that probably should have been Jordan's win, wow.  Also, nice to see American Alpha on the same super cool suplexing lane.  I can dig it.

Pffff, Love Tap.  It's just a lil' love tap.  Love Booker T.

Whoever in the crowd is chanting boring needs to shut the fuck GULAK YES PLEASE I NEED TO KNOW HOW DREW IS FEELING AFTER LAST WEEK IS HE GOING TO PUT ON A BRAVE FACE OR WILL HE BE TOTALLY DESPONDENT OR JUST VERY CONFLICTED?  GIVE ME MY CRUISERWEIGHTS NOW PLEASE AND THANK YOU.

ALSO IF THEY COULD DELETE THE SKITTLES POX COMMERCIAL THAT WOULD ALSO BE FANTASTIC I FUCKING HATE IT SO MUCH JUST MAKE IT GO AWAY IT'S SO GROSS.

Dean called Sheamus and Cesaro the Europeans.  AND HE CAN'T TEAM WITH A FACE LIKE JORDAN'S.  DEANO.  Deano please.  I can't.

...I also can't deal with bwoken matt please oh my god i just want bray to be taken seriously and also want matt to do ridiculously stupid backyard wrestling shit and i'm just not sure i can get both at the same time.

BRAY PLEASE STAHP WITH THE FACES

Things I am honestly surprised by: The fact that nobody has found a way to get the chant "Oooo-ver" into Finn's theme song.  Or just, chanting Over at him any time he's in the ring.

Book, come on dude, give m'boys a chance before you say their strategy aint workin, the match only just started. Oops, someone's bleedin. Oh boyos, boooo, why you gotta be like that, come on that's not HOLY SHIT HIDEO!  I was NOT expecting him tonight!!!

...is... are they thinking of moving Finn over to 205 live?  Hideo's already there, and Vince has a habit of purposefully putting people that he doesn't think has what it takes in no win situations just so he can say he was right all along.  Well, joke's on fucking you McMahon, because those of us who actually watch the cruiserweights are totally aware of how amazing their in ring work and story telling is, and if you bring Finn over, all you're going to do is get more people to watch them and come to the same realization.  Bringing Finn over might very well make 205 a serious contender against NXT as far as loyal and slightly rabid fanbases go. ...Also did Cole say something about the Zo Train and then Drew Gulak as a separate entity from said train of Enzo???  Should I be reading into that?

That's my dude, Cedric.  Glad you know better than to underestimate Drew.

...Wheeeeeeen will I get my UK boys on their own shooooooooow?????????

Oh my god, here we go, I'm not ready, Drew bby pls Fucking yes those cheers were for Drew thank you for noticing Enzo. ...Hmm... I think they're doing the thin DREEEEEEWW FUCKLNDF KILL ME RIGHT NOW BABY NO HOW DARE YOU FUCKING JAR JAR I'M GONNA DIE I CAN"T FUCKING PLEASE STOP ALSO HE"S NOT YOUR BEST FRIEND HOW DARE YOU HOW DARE YOU FUCKING THANK YOU CEDRIC ...Where is Enzo going?  How is going to help Drew cheat from up there?  Also I just noticed Drew's Trunks I think I like them but might also kind of hate thhem they somehow look kinda skimpier than his black ones and I'm not sure how or why Zulak.  Eheheh.  Zuul motherfucker. Okay, so, typing this out while having my eyes glued on the screen so will probably have a number of interjections when exciting things happen, but I'm thinking maybe to explain this whole coming out like Drew didn't do nothing wrong- Drew holy shit, don't flip over the top rope like that, thanks- might be because they're doing that thing where they act like nothing happened on tuesday because they assume that the regular audience didn't bother to watch, which is like... I sort of understand but it also really pisses me off.  Wrestling fans in general aren't actually that stupid, and fun fact, Drew Gulak and Enzo Amore are in fact good enough story tellers to say through a few words, and show through their actions, that shit went down.  That's kind of the great thing about wrestling.  It's a soap opera in the way that you can stop watching for years and years and years, and come back- Sweet baby jesus another WWF commercial what the hell is happening here- to basically any show and pretty much have a pretty good idea of what's going on, storyline wise. -Look, if Cedric wasn't on the top rope, he couldn't be tossed off it, let's be real.  ALSO AMORE YOU SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH AND STOP THREATENING MY DREW AND STOP CALLING HIM GABBY GOO GOO I DON'T APPROVE but I do approve Drew working the wings and back like how beautiful i do legitimately love technical wrestling- Just given the action of the "actors" we can tell who's a good guy, who's a baddy, who's got beef with who, and anything that can't be super easily explained, we got video packages for. I'm kind of seriously worried that they're going to do a- FUCKING BEAUTIFUL TIE HIM UP DREW I LOVE HIM SO MUCH SHUT THE FUCK ENZO  FUCK ME THAT FIGHTING FOR THE BOTTOM ROPE WAS FUCKING AMAZING  AND where the fuck is Zo going????  Drew, no, come on, don't get distrac- fuck.  Too late.  Drew is... is Drew bleeding he IS Fuck me, okay, kinda figured that's how this'll beeeee Nia no why???

Shit, okay, thought I was having- Enzo's going to get used and abused, by his train and by Nia probably until the only one he has left is Drew, who is lame and a dweeb and a fucking square but you know what unlike everyone else he's been a true friend despite everything that Enzo has put him through and so, through Drew's good dork heart, he helps mends Enzo so he stops being so jaded and hurt after what Cas did to him.  Or not.  Probably not, at all, but it's a road that they could go down should they choose to.

Mmmkay, Asuka win, unsurprising, slightly surprised that Absolution hasn't come back out to fuck with her again.  Like, if I was eventually going to be going up against Asuka, I'd be playing mindgames and beating her down to give myself a weakpoint to target later on every chance I got.

Shhhiiiiiit, I remember that countdown, it was Ammmaaaaaazing~  I popped as hard as an 8yo could pop and I didn't quite understand what was happening but I knew that I would never be the same Ageen.  Good times.  Good fucking times.

Ah yes, and here come *in Ambrose Voice* The Europeans.  I'm sorry, I'm never going to get over it, it makes me want to both laugh and cry, Deano has a gift on the mic truly.

Not to be a grammarnazi, but it's you'RE a stupid idiot, not your.

Calling it now- Jason is gonna get in Dean's way/ knocked into him or Seth, and Ambrose is going to get distracted enough with beating the shit out of him that it somehow causes him and Seth to lose the match, either because Seth'll go for the tag and no one will be there, or someone's gonna get ambushed and then pinned real quick.  That, or Dean tries to push Jordan out of the way, and so Jordan jumps in to fight back and they lose because of that.

Woooooooow, Jordan.  Slow your damn roll. I mean, I don't think I'd have started with Seth either, because he's obviously still feeling that earlier fight, but still.  You don't go at it that way.  C'mon man. Ahahahaa omg what the hell was that slide across the ring by Cesaro that was the oddest looking thing I've seen in ages.  I mean, I appreciate the blueballing against a hot tag, but like, ehehe I want to be mad but I'm just giggling. Dean, I appreciate you putting Seth back in the ring but why didn't you put him back in closer to your corner??? Shit, Dean, are you okay???  Fuck, shit, that better be a work, jesus, oh no, ohhhh no please come on oh shit I don't like that ending it was awkward as fuck fuuuuuuuck deano....

...No, wait, uh, uhhhh, they setting up for a turn?  I mean, Dean's the obvious one to make a heel turn on the Shield right now.  Personally, I'd go with Roman, because it'd be less expected and unfortunately people are going to go back to booing him as soon as the Shield isn't around anymore so you might as well give the crowds a REASON to boo him, but I know Dean's the lunatic so...  Christ I really hope this is a work and he's not actually hurt...

Limo???  Oh!  Oh, Steph's home!  Nice!

...Matt, omg.  I'd watch Matt fight a fish.  ...Woken Warriors.  Matt, please stop. ...Fuck me, they're going to go back to crossdressing Bray again.  Please, let's not do that again. I like that Corey is a Woken Warrior.  I shouldn't, but I do.

Okay, okay, they're showing Dean getting hurt alot, so... maybe yes a work???  YES, Okay, attack backstage means work, definitely work.  Or like, Dean does have issues with his arm so he needs time off to get it fixed.   They used to do this all the time to let the wrestlers have Kayfabe reasons to not be around for a couple of months.  But like... they're pretty upfront about when a guy or gal does get injured now, so...  I have no idea what's going on.

Fuck yeah, welcome back Revival.  Missed you boys.  Who's their first victims then?  Oh, Heath and Rhyno.  Awww.  Well, makes sense.  At least they're getting tv timmmmmmm what is Dana Wearing???  Why???????  BOOKER MY DUDE NO PLEASE DON'T TALK ABOUT DANA COUNTING CALORIES THAT'S NOT COOL.

KURT DON'T YOU FIRE MY HEATH HE'S GOT KIDS!!!  oh god what is rhyno gonna put heath through????

Hello Elias. ...I love Elias. please go caroling at me. Man fuck Goodell. I- what?  Sasha???  What are you doing?  Oh my god.  Are the girls gonna beat up Elias?  I mean, not that I'm super against it or anything, but like, why?  Is there a reason for this?  Has he done something?  Oh, it's because it's time for their match, right?  He's eating up their time.... Oh no that one buddy, that's so sad, but it was a good try Bailey. Bye, Elias.  Dude...  You can't not hug Bailey.

...Why HASN'T Nia been more involved with fighting Absolution.  She's a huge threat.  You'd think they'd try to take her out early. ...Dana changed her clothes. Well, hello there Boss Lady. Paige looks like she knows she's about to be grounded but is trying to play it cool.

I'd like to point out that if there was a big ol' fella rumble going on and an Dude McMahon came out, they wouldn't have stopped fighting.  But the Ladies know when toooooooooo YESSSSS PLEASE STEPHANIE I WANT A FUCKING WOMEN'S RUMBLE YEP YEP YEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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