#Friday night one-shots

[myheartalivewrites]

Total Eclipse (T, ~1k)

Alex is not sure what the fuck is happening here.

“And if you only hold me tight…”

A man—probably the most beautiful man he has ever seen—is up on stage in this karaoke bar, absolutely murdering Bonnie Tyler’s Total Eclipse of the Heart and he’s pretty sure the guy is crying and it’s one of the most horrifying things he’s ever seen and Alex cannot. Look. Away.

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Look, I'd just written this for myself, because picturing drunken Henry destroying songs beyond recognition at karaoke is very special to me. But then Nicholas Galitzine had to go and say the things he said in this and I don't believe in god but this was very much A SIGN™️ and I could not not post it.

Enjoy!

[gutsby]

Wingman

Pairing: Himbo!Joel x Reader

Summary: Your bestie braves the tampon aisle for you.

Warnings: 18+. Period crackfic starring Himbo!Joel—don’t take it too seriously. R has a uterus that hates her. Mentions of blood, cramps, & hangover-induced puking. Dirty talk, f!masturbation. One (1) Mean Girls reference.

Word count: 1.7k

You were fucked ten ways to Wednesday if you didn’t get your hands on some soap, a steamer, and a supersized box of maxi-pads in the span of the next eleven minutes.

Joel Miller moved like molasses on a flat slab of granite.

“WILL YOU HURRY— THE FUCK— UP?”

Your cheeks were hot. The night air was cold.

Every other word that managed to claw out of your throat was punctuated by a breath—your stomach clenched, and the sex organ below it was in hysterics.

Joel continued to lace up his loafer, clumsy as ever.

“O-kay, okay,” he hummed, “Steamer, soap, and, uh…”

“Pads!”

“Uh-huh. Right. So what kinda…blood stuff is it, again?”

The words were like an aspersion on his tongue. At the ripe old age of forty-seven, Joel still hadn’t quite learned to jibe with the menstrual product lingo, and it showed.

“Heavy flow. Any brand. With wings,” you hissed.

“Boneless or traditional?”

And if he hadn’t been standing outside the truck, foot propped up against the driver’s seat while he tied his shoe, you likely would’ve smacked him upside the head. The glare you gave him was sufficiently vicious to extinguish the smirk, though. Your hand made a fist in the front of your dress, and you groaned, leaning inward.

Joel got the picture and finished his bunny ears quick.

“Sorry.”

Then, a little more sheepish as he straightened up,

“I’m goin’. Be just a minute.”

And he was off.

Your body curled into a ball as soon as he left. It cried in pain, to nothing and no one around but that fugly slut, the nastiest skank bitch you’d ever met, your uterus.

There was no way you and Joel were making it to this rehearsal dinner. You needed to be at the venue by 7:00, the clock on the dash read 6:11, and you were, currently, twenty miles shy of Fredericksburg with a rag between your legs and your best friend scouring the local H-E-B.

That afternoon you’d been running late, so of course you’d thrown on your thin, satin, pre-wedding-ready dress before you left—and forgotten a change of clothes. Joel had been hungover from all the batshit bachelor party antics, so of course you’d had to stop three times along the way just so he could throw up on the side of the road. And, though your friend was many, many things, discreet was not one of them, so of course he’d told you, point-blank, when he saw you reaching for something in the backseat with your butt sticking up:

“You been pissin’ tomato juice or somethin’?”

And you’d looked back in abject horror.

Of course your period had come a week early and made you bleed straight through your bright yellow dress.

Maria was your best friend. You were her maid of honor. Tommy’s groomsmen happened to be the most fuckable bunch you’d ever seen—save for Joel—so there was no way you’d be caught dead at that dinner with the flag of Japan on your ass. And Maria had bought the dress just for you, so you felt like you had to get this bloodstain out.

You lifted your head to peer out the window. Even with the help of a fistful of ibuprofen, you could barely move.

6:29

“Dude, where are you?!”

It was like your phone and the FaceTime call to Joel had just materialized on their own. The man on the screen was blinking slow. Ogling something in front of him.

“So ‘L’ stands for…long?” he said after a beat.

“No, that’s light, Joel, I need a heavy one.”

“This one’s got cardboard in it, I think.”

“That’s a tampon applicator, dipshit.”

In a blink, Joel’s eyes flitted to his phone. His nostrils flared, and he met your gaze with a scowl of his own.

“Well how the hell am I supposed to know that? Only stuck two— three things in a pussy before and it sure as fuck wasn’t cotton,” he griped, and if he were any less mature he likely would’ve rolled his eyes. Drama king.

You winced as another cramp rolled through you. You shook your head and tried to regain your composure.

“Just find a heavy-flow. pad. with wings. for me. Please.”

Joel sighed and turned back to the shelf, eyes searching.

It shouldn’t have been this hard, but it was. You had no doubt Joel had never willingly touched a pussy product before in his life, so the road ahead was treacherous. Silently, you felt the urge to tell him he had no business being in pussy at all if he didn’t bother to learn what came out of one every month, but you let him cook.

His dark, greyish brows drew together in concentration. He leaned forward and reached for a box. Then stopped.

Went low to grab another, before pausing to show you.

“Very close, Joel. That’s a pantyliner.”

You felt somewhat like a mother showing a headstrong four-year-old how to copy shapes onto paper. No, darling, that’s a diva cup—and be careful with that crayon. Joel stood and he stewed and, by the look in his eyes, you’d already resigned yourself to another ten minutes of this back-and-forth rummaging at least.

Then you shifted in your seat, pushing your legs down a bit. They rubbed, of course. In spite of the pain that had seized your whole lower half, you felt a sweet, dull pulse.

You stared hard at Joel’s face on-screen to make sure he hadn’t seen it in yours, but damn that friction felt nice.

Sensitivity elevated with the influx of hormones, no doubt, you sat tight and tried to enjoy the feeling on purpose for a moment. You slowly sucked in a breath.

“Aw, hell, there’s just too many’a these damn boxes.”

You flexed your thigh muscles and let out a sigh.

“I don’t know how y’all do it,” Joel grumbled.

Keep looking, Miller. Just keep looking.

Slowly, your hips began to stir, and one small grain of pleasure gave way to a jolt—a twist in the pit of your belly that made the pain less grating. You leaned into it more.

Holding your phone, you could feel when Joel let out a frustrated groan. The sound low and almost enticing.

Wait.

Wait.

“Gross,” you said out loud, half-whispered.

You couldn’t help it. Joel was one of your closest friends; a man who loved beer die, Pall Malls, and Keith Whitley like nobody’s business and gave suffocating bear hugs whenever he was sweaty just to gross you out. You weren’t supposed to find men like that attractive.

But when the grit of his voice was just so nice…

“What?” Joel stopped to look down again.

“What?” you shot back, instantly.

A frown tugged at his lips.

“What’s ‘gross’? Me?”

Not…exactly, no.

More disgusted with yourself than anyone else, you clamped your legs together and shook your head. You tried to swallow, as if the action might suck the pleasure down with it, but the hot, throbbing sensation only grew.

You were practically grinding into the towel that had been stuffed between your thighs when you heard:

“Wings!”

An exceptionally proud Joel displayed a box of extra heavy-duty maxi-pads, with wings. He was grinning.

You weren’t sure if you thanked him next, congratulated the man, or what. You probably strung some words together and tried to return the smile as best you could, but who knew? The next thing you saw was that the line had gone dead, the truck was silent, and all that could be heard above the hum of the engine were your moans.

You braced yourself against the seat and rolled your hips even harder. Out of habit, you caught your lip between your teeth to prevent a louder sound from escaping, but then you remembered there was no one to hear you but you—for now. Your palm pressed flat on the dashboard, your knees squeezed even closer, and your vision flooded with soft, minuscule pinpricks of an all-too-familiar hue.

The only thing new to you here was Joel—the thought of him had never crossed your mind in moments like these.

But now you were closing your eyes, humping the seat with nothing between your body and the old, weathered upholstery but a scrap of fabric. And you were moaning his name. Imagining a face that was littered with coarse, grey stubble—you might’ve teased him for that once or twice before—and lips that were soft. So soft against your own that you wouldn’t think twice if he tried to slip his tongue inside and hold the sides of your face as he filled your cunt to the brim. In fact, Joel’s mouth would be a welcome distraction. Knowing how foul he was in even friendly confab, he’d undoubtedly be whispering the most vile things in your ear while he fucked you.

Reminding you, quietly, that you made such a pretty cocksleeve for him—why didn’t we try this sooner?— and how you’d be the sweetest thing if you just gave his cock another squeeze and made yourself cum all over it.

The mental image of that alone was inducement enough.

You felt a hot, euphoric band of something start to give way inside you. It tightened up, twisted—then snapped. Your mouth fell open and your thighs clenched tighter, grinding desperately in tandem with a pace you’d hoped Joel might’ve set if he were laying there underneath you. You clung to one last thought of him gripping your hips and bruising your walls with the force of his cock driving in and out, over and over again until, eventually, his cum was leaking out through each fluid thrusting movement. It was all your body could take, conjuring thoughts of his load spilling into you and onto him in warm, wet, sticky—

Whistling.

Someone was whistling outside. Walking up to the truck.

You were still coming down from the staggering heights of your climax when the driver’s side door swung open. You blinked furiously, as though to drive all the filth and depravity and need from your eyes before he could see.

It didn’t matter.

Joel was too amped up off a white plastic baggy to be concerned with much else as he plopped down beside you and smiled—beamed, really. Completely oblivious.

Your extremities were still twitching with the residuum of bliss when he reached for your hand. His eyes somehow warmer than they’d been all that day, they sparkled and shone and crinkled at the corners in a way that seemed to say the words before his mouth had uttered a sound.

“I got three boxes to be safe…”

Joel was really too sweet.

“…and some chocolate for your cramps…”

Always so considerate.

“…and you look real pretty when you cum, by the way.”

This motherfucker.

[romanreignsbae]

Crazy for you - R.R

SMUT

You finally finished getting ready, after a few hours of pampering yourself to the best you could. A steamy shower, deep cleanse, full skincare routine, and full face of makeup, it was all well deserved. It didn't happen to often for you, especially not recently. Not with your demanding ass job, or the split you and your ex husband endured.

So when you finally had time off to yourself, it was always appreciated. Looking in the mirror one more time, you stepped out of your house and into your car. Driving off to a new local restaurant that just opened in the past week. You knew it'd be packed, however a busy atmosphere for a first date always works well.

Stepping out of your car you can see your date is already here. You could see his flashy ass car a mile away and you never understood why he'd spend so much money on something so awfully hideous. You walked into the restaurant taking in the fresh loud atmosphere.

"There you are! Almost thought you wasn't gonna show!"

Actually, you really weren't gonna show. But he didn't need to know that. When Jackson from work asked you out, you almost immediately said no. But after recently splitting up with your busy ex husband, you needed something to distract yourself.

"Yup! I'm here!" you tried to sound convincing, but deep down you would rather be laid up in bed binge watching some random ass show.

Midway through a evening full of Jackson making stupid ass jokes, you trying to laugh, and you almost getting up and leaving, you decided to head to the restroom. For a break, specifically a break from this fool.

Walking through the luxurious restaurant, walking turn after turn to find the restroom. You took about 10 minutes in total of stalling by reapplying your lipgloss in the mirror multiple times, you decided it was time to go face your ‘date’.

Swinging the restroom door open, you immediately walk into something as hard as a rock. Almost tripping over your heels your caught by feeling strong firm arms wrapped around your waist.

Looking up you saw the one person you’ve been attempting to avoid. Your now ex-husband. Roman Reigns.

Dressed in a sharp black suit, it was almost certain enough to assume he was on a date. You felt a spring of jealousy cross your body.

“Didn’t expect to see you here..” you muttered the words sharply while looking up at him.

Roman looked down at you amused, his arms never leaving your body. He looked handsome as ever. Roman never had to try hard to attract female attraction, so it was really no surprise he was already on a date after the split you two just went through barely a month ago.

Now to be fair, you were on a date too. But you just needed an excuse to get outta the house. He was definitely looking for a woman to take home with him.

“I didn’t expect to see you here either. Guess we think alike..” he chuckled. He saw the jealousy clouding your face immediately.

“What are you doing here anyways?” your voice piqued with curiosity.

“Business dinner. What about you? Dinner with the girls?” he replied confidently. A rush of relief came across you.

“I’m actually on a date..” you said cockily. Making Roman jealous was never hard to do, and him being jealous would satisfy you heavily.

“Oh are you?” he chuckled bitterly. Mission fucking accomplished bitch.

“Yeah I am, he’s pretty great you know..” you replied smiling like a schoolgirl. His face now had a deep scowl placed on it.

“I actually better get back to him know, don’t wanna keep my man waiting” looking down you grabbed his arms to remove them from around you.

Beginning to walk away, he moved in front of you, his 6’3 frame towering over you.

“Your man, huh? You moved on real quick” he said with a hint of anger in his tone.

“Yeah, I mean what can I say? I didn’t really move on from anything cause ya know, there was nothing to move on from in the first place” you said.

That was a low blow. But, you didn’t quite care. “Okay, well i’m gonna go..”

Walking away from your ex man back to your new “man”, the satisfaction of seeing him angry felt amazing. But your words deep down made you feel terrible.

Looking back at him once you saw he was already on your trail. Nervousness overcoming you, you picked up the speed. Walking faster to get back to your table.

“Sorry that took longer than intended!” you said cheerfully. If Jackson was gonna be good for anything it was using him to make Roman jealous.

He smiled at me before replying. “That’s alrig-”

“Really? This prick is your new man?” a new familiar voice entered the convo, you looked up to see a pissed off Roman.

“Who the fuck are you?” Jackson replied angrily. Who was this hothead messing up his date?

“Her fucking husband you imbecile. Now get the fuck outta here before I beat your ass” he said while grabbing Jackson by his collar. This grabbed the attention of those sitting by us. Gasps and murmurs were shared.

“Roman! Stop it!” you got up trying your best to push Roman off Jackson. A man his size wasn’t gonna budge against lil old you.

“She doesn’t want you anymore you fuckin-” Jackson couldn’t finish his sentence before Roman punched him square in the face knocking him out.

Feeling sick to your stomach, you run out of the restaurant running as fast as you can even with your heels slowing you down. You know exactly who was gonna be following you to your car.

Rummaging through your handbag, the one gifted to the man you once loved, you were trying to find your car keys.

Finding them unlocking the door as fast as possible, a hand on your back stopped you in your tracks.

Already knowing who it was by the thick scent of the familiar cologne in the air. You didn’t waste a second turning around slapping him across the face. A look of shock spread over his face which was quickly replaced by a look of regret.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!? You’re such a fucking pysco-” you were cut off by him full lips smashing onto yours.

First attempting to push him off with no luck, you then melted into the kiss aligning and molding your lips against his perfectly.

This is what you always wanted. The attention from him. The whole reason you split up with him was so he could get his head outta his ass and realize he wasn’t showing you, his own wife, enough love and affection.

Both of you pulled back at the same time, gasping for air. His face showed remorse for you all over it.

“Baby, i’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t wanna do that but I had to. I love you too much to see you with another man and I know I wasn’t the best husband to you but I finally see my mistakes and i’m trying to change for you. I miss you so much and-” you quickly shushed him by kissing him greedily.

“Ro, take me home with you. I miss you so much.” you mumbled against him. His lips pushing against yours harder.

“I need you so bad” you added.

“Fuck that, I ain’t waiting till we home” he said with a small smirk. He opened the backseat of your car pushing you both inside.

Placing you to sit on his lap, your legs laid on the outsides of his beautiful thick thighs you love.

He was kissing your neck harshly while he fondled your back trying to unzip the mini dress you had on. Successfully unzipping your dress he freed it from your body.

“You’re so beautiful babygirl” he mumbled against your neck. Moaning softly to the feeling of his kisses moving lower and lower, you were truly in heaven.

“Please just fuck me baby..” you exhaled. He smiled softly at you before freeing himself of his belt and boxer briefs.

“I gotchu baby..” he said while lining him up with your entrance. Feeling his mushroom tip push into you, you both moaned at the pleasure you both hadn’t felt in so long.

“I missed feeling you inside me, Ro..” you murmured before once again moving your lips to his.

“Yeah? Show me how much you missed it then..” he said before pushing you down on his dick. You then gave yourself time to fully adjusted to the stretch of him being fully inside you.

Once you’d adjusted, you moved up and down at a pace you could handle. “Just like that baby, just like that” he said into your neck.

“It’s so good baby!” you chanted. It had been so long since he’s been inside you.

“Yeah, you missed me inside this tight pussy, didn’t you baby?” he grunted while thrusting up at a rapid pace. You could no longer think straight anymore, You were completely dickmatized.

“I-I’m gonna-” You couldn’t even get the words out before you fell into pure ecstasy. Roman began speeding up his pace chasing his own orgasm.

Grunting loudly he filled you up to the brim. You laid your head on his shoulder no longer being able to support yourself. “I love you baby” he said softly while kissing your temple.

“I love you more..” you whispered back before falling into a deep sleep in the arms of the man you love.

[damiansgoodgirll]

Okay can I make a request for la knight? Inspired by the song maybe next time by Jamie miller? Where, essentially, la knight gives up on the relationship because of some difficulties quite quickly. Making the reader feel not enough? Angsty 🫶🏼

la knight x reader

‼️angst angst angst sorry! i’m gonna be using his real name because calling him la knight in serious conversation sounds weird to me‼️

like, comments and reblog are always appreciated!

mistakes

you knew something was wrong the exact moment you felt shaun was distancing himself from you.

his replies were short and cold. he didn’t text you first like he used to. the little time he was home he put himself into training mode and avoided you. he didn’t even wanted at summerslam claiming that you would get bored.

yes, you weren’t a wrestling fan but you always supported him. since the beginning of your relationship, you were there for him so you couldn’t understand why the sudden change.

you waited for him to come back home to confront him about it. you’ve actually tried the past few days but he would always ended the call saying he was busy.

so when you saw his car pulling up to the driveway, you knew that he had no choice but to listen to you.

there was silence when he entered the front door, like he was pretending you weren’t there.

“you could at least still pretend to care…” you whispered, not even turning your head to brett him.

“y/n…it’s not the time now, i’m tired and”

“you’re always tired shaun…i don’t even have time to have a normal conversation with you that you’re always tired…guess what! i’m tired too of not being taken seriously, i’m tired of not knowing what’s going on with you because you never talk to me!” you almost screamed sitting up from the couch and standing in front of him “so please…please shaun, tell me what’s going on”

he knew it wasn’t fair treating you like that, he loved you too much and he hated to see you hurting because of him.

but it all became to much for him “i can’t y/n…i can’t go on like this…”

“like what shaun? like what? how am i supposed to know what you’re feeling if you don’t talk to me…” your eyes were about to tear up.

“like this…like i’m a good boyfriend when i’m clearly not, when i’m never home and you’re here all day by yourself and then i have the pressure from the company, after winning the title i feel like i’m more and more pressured into doing things that i don’t normally do…and, i don’t wanna bring you into this, you don’t deserve to be thrown into this y/n…” he felt like crying but he wanted to be strong for you.

“shaun don’t you think i should be the one deciding whether i want to be put into this position? i knew when i started dating you that this relationship was going to be hard…but i never gave up and i always stood by your side so…what is happening now?” you couldn’t understand where this was coming from.

“i feel like sometimes i’m not enough for you and that you deserve better…and you clearly deserve better than me. i’m home once a week, we never see each other, i want to be there for you but i can’t and…and we should probably end this relationship before it tear us apart…” he said, not even looking at you.

“what are you saying?” you grabbed him from his arm and turned him to face you “what are you saying shaun? look me in the eyes and tell me you wanna break up, shaun, look me in the eyes and tell me you wanna break up!”

“i…i think it’s better if -…”

“it’s better for who shaun? better for you or better for us?” you didn’t care if you were crying now, you just wanted him to be real with you.

“it’s better for us because we can’t keep having a relationship if i’m never home! i miss having you around and i can’t force you to give up on your job for me…that’s not fair and, and i know you deserve better, i know it but i can’t fucking let you go” his eyes were closed, he was trying his best to not to cry.

“shaun…” your soft voice woke him up.

“i can’t…i feel like i’m trapping you here and i can’t forgive myself because i know you will find someone better, someone who treats you better and is more present…i can’t give you that…” he slowly opened his eyes and some tears fell down his face.

“why are you giving up on us so easily?” your question broke his heart, because he knew you were going to hate him but for him, it was for the best “why are you giving up on me so easily? did i ever complain?” you asked and he nodded his head no “did i ever say that what we have is not enough?” he nodded no again “then why are you deciding for both of us? let me decide if what we have is enough…”

“but it’s not enough for me…” he said, hating himself even more “it’s not enough for me because i…i want to be the man you deserve but i’m not, i’m not and i’ll never be, and you deserve the whole world…so, answering to the question you asked before, i’m breaking things up because i would hate to see you leave one day, i would hate for you to leave me for someone else…so i’m giving you the opportunity to leave, leave and live your life…the one you deserve” his heart was breaking.

his heart was breaking because he loved you too much but he couldn’t get past the feeling he wasn’t enough for you. his heart was breaking for you because you couldn’t even stand to see him and look him in the eyes.

your heart was breaking because after all you’ve been through, his reasons were pure selfish and heartless because if he really knew you, he knew that you would have stayed no matter what.

“i’m gonna leave the house tomorrow…i’m gonna crash at some friends house and then i’ll look for an apartment…” he softly said.

“shaun?” your broken voice called him.

“yes?”

“is this really over? are we really breaking up over something as stupid as that?” your eyes were begging him to tell you that he was joking but he didn’t.

“i’m so sorry y/n…i’m doing everything for you, i’m doing this for you…” his voice cracked.

but if he was doing everything for you, why were you hurting that much?

[fereldanwench]

2065 "Why blue?" "Cliche sad girl shit. Just sorta stuck."

⚠️ do not reupload or edit my shots without my permission ⚠️

[xoxorealitygalore]

When a Woman Loves a Man

Cody Rhodes x Black OC

Previous: When a Man Loves a Woman

Summary: Charm reacts to Cody’s heartfelt praise and sharing their baby news on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon while on Late Night With Seth Meyers.

When a woman love a man

She'll be the first one to praise him

When he's goin' strong

The last one to blame him

When every thing's wrong

The studio lights of Late Night with Seth Meyers bathed the set in a soft, warm glow. Charm had just settled onto the plush armchair across from host Seth Meyers. As she looked around at the bustling crew and the laughing audience, there was an undeniable aura of calm confidence surrounding her, a reflection of the life she led—one that was shared with the man she loved and their growing family.

Charm’s presence on the show had been highly anticipated, especially after her husband’s emotional appearance on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon, where Cody had gushed over her and their blossoming family. The conversation began on a light note, with Seth Meyers remarking on the couple’s powerful dynamic, one that had captured the hearts of fans around the world.

“Oh my gush, that man loves him some me,” Charm said, her eyes sparkling as she recalled her husband’s loving words from Jimmy Fallon’s show. “He’s my walking affirmation. Anything I do or say, he is right there being my biggest cheerleader. I love it, but sometimes he overdoes it and I’m like, ‘Okay, Cody, relax,’ but he means well.”

The crowd chuckled at her playful tone, clearly charmed by her warm, self-deprecating humor. Seth smiled knowingly, having seen firsthand the dynamic between the two. It wasn’t just love that Cody Rhodes had for his wife, but a deep admiration that went beyond simple affection. Cody had a habit of putting her on a pedestal, and Charm appreciated it—though, like anyone in a long relationship, she was quick to tease him about it.

“And then he shared the baby news. By the way, congratulations,” Seth added, the grin on his face widening as he acknowledged the news of their growing family.

Charm’s expression softened, her eyes glowing with gratitude and pride. “Thanks. We didn’t even talk about how we would announce our pregnancy, but I think Jimmy caught him off guard so he just blurted it out,” she explained, her voice filled with affection for her husband’s unintentional spontaneity.

She shook her head slightly as if remembering the exact moment Cody had revealed their joyful news on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon. It had been a surprise to many, but it was also a testament to Cody’s genuine nature. There was nothing calculated or guarded about him. His words, although unprepared, had been filled with raw emotion and love for his wife.

As Seth transitioned the conversation toward their children, Charm’s face lit up further, her smile broadening as she began to speak about her son, Carter. She described her 24-month-old with such adoration, the proud mother in her bursting forth as she reminisced about Carter’s recent interest in singing.

“He’s starting to take an interest in singing,” she said, her voice softening into a sweet melody itself. “It’s the cutest thing in the world.” There was a tenderness in her voice as she described Carter’s little voice attempting to carry a tune. Charm’s hands, resting on her lap, moved with gentle gestures as if mimicking the way Carter would sway to the music in his way.

Seth, intrigued by this new revelation, couldn’t help but inquire further, “Is it too early to know if he’s got any real talent?”

Charm didn’t hesitate for a moment. “Oh, no, no. He has perfect pitch,” she said confidently, her face glowing with maternal pride. “Absolutely perfect pitch.”

Seth raised his eyebrows, impressed. It wasn’t every day that a mother was so certain about her child’s musical abilities at such a young age. But with Charm’s calm assurance, it was easy to believe that Carter’s musical potential wasn’t just a passing phase. She spoke of him with such conviction, a certainty that transcended the usual early childhood milestones.

“I hope my kids might want to pursue an entertainment career one day,” she continued, her voice laced with enthusiasm as she imagined a future where her children could follow in the footsteps of their talented parents. “I just love that idea of the family business.”

It was clear that for Charm, the thought of her children continuing in the world of entertainment wasn’t just a possibility—it was a dream. But, she quickly added with a touch of pragmatism, “But, if they grow up and say they want to play sports, I’ve got to let it happen.”

Seth leaned in, his curiosity piqued. “And by sports, you mean wrestling, right?” he asked with a playful grin.

“Oh, of course,” Charm answered with a knowing smile, her tone light and teasing. It was impossible not to hear the underlying hint of humor in her voice. After all, Charm knew that wrestling was in her husband’s blood. It was only natural to wonder if their children would one day step into the ring themselves.

The idea of her children becoming part of the family’s wrestling legacy clearly delighted Charm, but she also seemed to relish the idea of them forging their own paths. She wasn’t pushing them toward one destiny over another—only hoping they would find their passion, whatever it might be.

As the conversation moved on, Charm also reflected on her daughter, Cherish, who was now four years old. Cherish, Charm said, was her “mini me,” a reflection of her own youthful energy and natural charisma.

“That’s my mini me,” Charm said with a fond smile, her voice warm with love. “She is already loving the spotlight, and she knows how powerful her last name is already.”

The mention of Cherish seemed to brighten Charm’s entire demeanor. She spoke of her daughter as though every moment with her was an affirmation of all that she had hoped for in becoming a mother. Cherish’s budding interest in the spotlight wasn’t something Charm had pushed on her—it was something that had come naturally, a spark in her daughter’s personality that mirrored her own.

“I love watching her and her brother grow,” Charm continued, her eyes twinkling as she gazed off in thought. “I’m very grateful to be able to have this experience.”

Her words felt deeply genuine, as though the experience of motherhood had enriched her life in ways she couldn’t have anticipated. She acknowledged that raising young children, especially in the public eye, was no easy feat, but she approached it with grace and a sense of purpose.

“I think it’s something that I’ve always wanted in my life,” Charm said softly, her expression becoming introspective. “And even though it has its... I don’t want to even say ups and downs, but it has its challenges just because you want to make sure that you always show up for the babies.”

In that brief moment, Charm’s vulnerability shone through. She wasn’t just a public figure—she was a mother, someone who understood the weight of responsibility that came with raising children in a world where everything felt magnified. Every decision she made, every moment she shared, was carefully considered, because she always wanted to show up for her children, no matter the circumstance.

“It pushes you, in a way, to be an even more precise version of yourself,” she continued, her voice steady and resolute. “And, I think that that’s the process.”

Charm’s words were thoughtful, revealing her sense of self-awareness and personal growth. Being a mother had shaped her, and helped her evolve into a more intentional and present version of herself. Raising children had its challenges, of course, but for Charm, the process had also been one of continual growth and reflection.

Seth, who had been listening intently to her every word, shifted gears to discuss Charm’s latest professional endeavor: her new movie, Vintage. As she spoke about the film, Charm’s face lit up with excitement. She was clearly passionate about the project, which was set to be released in the coming days. It was a departure from her usual roles, and she had initially hesitated to take on the role when it was offered to her.

But it was Cody, her ever-encouraging husband, who had pushed her to accept the role. “Cody encouraged me to accept it when I felt like I wasn’t right for it,” Charm admitted, her voice filled with gratitude for her husband’s unwavering support. “He always believes in me, even when I don’t believe in myself.”

It was yet another testament to the deep bond between them—Cody, the one who was always quick to build her up, and Charm, who responded with equal dedication, supporting Cody in every aspect of his life and career. Together, they were a force, a partnership that seemed to thrive on mutual encouragement, love, and an unshakeable trust in one another.

As the interview came to a close, Seth thanked Charm for joining him on the show, praising her for her warmth and candidness. Charm, ever gracious, smiled and waved to the audience before stepping off the stage.

[danwhobrowses]

Well Critters the year is almost up, at least for me here in England. Aside from the general pensiveness and reflection of the past year, it also means I'm about to (technically) complete my first full year of following the CR episodes as they came out; a year full of twists, turns, uprisings, downfalls, and just so much going on - only for the campaign to now be nearing its end.

We knew the end was coming sure, but since December's 4SD announced itself as the last of the campaign the number of episodes remaining has grown more finite, likely to be around 1-4 more episodes, and confronting the end is very different to acknowledging it ending. Admittedly in the confronting part I've become a liiiiittle bit of a mess, loaded with panic and worry beyond my own control; I sometimes tell myself that I'm being silly, they're fictional characters, the story's likely already recorded its end, and I never had any control or influence on the story to begin with, but as expected such attempts are both hollow and in vain. It's been a while since I was this invested in a story, or fandom for that matter, and the fact that most key and decisive moments will be determined by dice rolls continuously does nothing to soothe my nerves, or my uncertainties towards how it'll end - after all, the hardest battle has yet to be fought, the biggest decisions yet to be made, and Ludinus Da'leth is way WAY too calm about being trapped in a Force Cage for my liking.

I wonder if the fear and dread was the same for those watching the end of the previous two campaigns? If it was more or less than it is now by comparison? In hindsight, while the final stage so far feels more grounded compared to the more spectacular, massive miniature, larger-than-life endgame battles against Vecna and Lucien's Neo-Somnovem phases, it feels like the stakes are riskier for Bells Hells, on a low Level 15 with no cleric, dismal openings for additional support, and little wiggle room to get creative, especially since killing Ludinus - who continues to be touted as the 'strongest mage of our time' and could get even stronger depending on which way Matt goes with him - alone potentially won't end the overarching conflict, though he should still die nonetheless. At the very least I want the Hells (as we have for VM and the Nein) to all be free to live happily, be it settling down, embarking on new adventures, or just being the best they can be - and doing so with the people that mean the most to them - and at the very most I want them to make the best and kindest decision for the world as a whole, which I hope they get the chance and take the opportunity to do so.

It's still difficult to ready myself for it ending mind you, since I could have very easily spent another year with these idiots and still not be fully ready to say goodbye to them. On that however, I know not everyone shares my sentiment; some are truly ready for the campaign to be over and for C4 for explode (pun intended) onto the scene with brand new characters that in a few years time we'll also likely be unready to say goodbye to, and that's fine. But for all that can and will be said about Campaign 3 - positively and critically - it has very much delighted, disheveled, and deranged me for most of the year, usually at my desk of work, so trying to brace myself for the climax has, and continues to be, a lot of mental effort. Keeping myself positive and hopeful in these situations is tough especially when on the verge of a big battle; sometimes the negative thoughts creep in, Youtube videos full of pessimists and clickbait titles appearing unwantedly on my recommendations don't help, nor does the memory of what happened the last time the Hells were in a major boss battle at the tail end of their time on Ruidus, but when the campaign does end I want it to be looked upon fondly, and a lot of that does hinge on its conclusion. Obviously, I trust the group and Matt's storytelling, but that is only to an extent; defeating Ludinus is something I know Bells Hells are capable of doing - so long as the dice gods play ball and Matt doesn't inexplicably overbuff Ludinus to the nth degree like he did with Otohan - but the Predathos decision remains the root and focal point of the campaign's criticisms for good reason, often overshadowing and playing obstacle to character growth and direction. There is a satisfying and spectacular conclusion in there, but navigating it - even for a group that embraces 'when given two options, we pick option 3' more times than not - let alone achieving it is a very delicate path of fine margins, one that can indeed make or break the campaign - and a lot of my worries lie there, that and approaching/confronting an entity so voracious and eager to escape that it makes the gods terrified enough to deliberate breaking down the Divine Gate.

Without talking more to death about the god stuff and Predathos thing like we the fandom have already done aplenty, there's not much else I can say except that I'm worried but also trying to be hopeful. The campaign ending in tragedy or a pyrrhic victory is possible but it's not an outcome I personally desire or want to entertain. You could perhaps aptly translate that to my general feelings towards the new year too; having wants and wishes, hopes and hesitancies, fears and fandom, just currently a bit more compressed here than it is for the full year - and given our recent run of the years playing dystopia simulator, I'm more hopeful in one than the other right now - and perhaps it would do good to start the year with something to smile about. Right now, it's just that it's happening; it's happening, it's soon, and it's very apparent how close we are to finishing, which means I'm panicking and rambling, and panicking, and of course, rambling. I don't know what emotions will January send me through, but I do hope with all my being that they'll be positive ones.

So whether or not you reached the end of this, I wish you all a Happy New Year and, much like the end of Campaign 3, I hope it's a good one.

[kingjasnah]

have you read or do you have any opinions on ROTE?

omg i havent even finished farseer let alone the whole thing. i read assassin's apprentice years ago but never finished the series 😭😭😭 i recently (semi recent. like five months ago) bought the second book but unfortunately it has been living on my dresser. spine uncracked. ever since. i know so many people who love love love robin hobb so im inclined to think well of it but i remember very little from the first book unfortunately. i'll get there one day 😔🙏🏾

[xclevername]

"Lighter Conflict" (Pico/Darnell - Oneshot)

This was on my phone, and I never posted it anywhere I don't think. So if the writing style is different or more amateur than my current, that's why 😅 I don't remember if this was meant to be a ship? But it can be interpreted either way. They're my BROTP 💚💜

⚠ [CW // weed mention]

Darnell busted through the front door of his apartment yelling "Da-Da-Darnell in the house!" holding up two shopping bags in each of his hands.

"Oh. Sup." Pico responded, sitting on the couch, just chillin.

Darnell set his things on the table next to the door and plopped himself on the couch next to Pico, kicking his feet up on the coffee table and grabbing the TV remote already flicking through channels.

Pico sighs and says "Just don't be a nuisance, please. I had a long week and need to wind down.." He said pulling out a blunt from his pocket.

Darnell sees it in the corner of his eye, turning his head excitedly. "Oh! Oh! Let me light it!"

"What?" Pico raised an eyebrow.

"Let me light your shit man!" He said already whipping his lighter out.

"What? No- You pyromaniac. Get your own weed." He said already putting the blunt comfortably in his lips.

Darnell disregarding his answered, flicked it on and tried lighting it.

"Get the fuck away from me!" Pico said covering his face with his arm, but Darnell pulls his arm away as Pico struggled to keep him away. He tried backing off but eventually fell on the couch, back facing down. Darnell now had the high ground and had Pico pinned with one arm on top of his chest, leaving Pico unable to move. "YOU DICKSHIT GET THE FUCK OFF-"

The lighter flicked on once more and lit up the end of it.

"HA! Got it-"

"Alright alright. Now get off dickhead."

Darnell just laid on top of Pico, arms crossed. Pico pulls the blunt out of his mouth and taking a hit, then giving it to him. Pico rolled his eyes and decided to give in, spending the rest of the night with Darnell laying on top of him and TV white noise.

[cryptidwrestling]

Roman interference summoning circle god please I miss him

[jailedmoonshine]

ive been the butt end of 2 relatively homophobic/transphobic comments from customers at work this weekend and im feeling weird about it

[romanreignsbae]

My little bookworm - J.U

thanks for the request boo! 💗

Readers POV:

It was a lazy Thursday morning in May, and I was lost in my favorite activity - reading. I was lying on my stomach in bed, my face buried in a book, completely oblivious to my surroundings. The soft cotton of Josh's old t-shirt that I was wearing brushed against my skin as I turned the pages, absorbed in the story.

Suddenly, I felt the mattress dip as Josh joined me, his strong body settling on top of mine. I felt his warm breath on my ear as he nuzzled my neck, his black hair falling forward, tickling my skin. "Hey bookworm," he murmured, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine.

I smiled, my body starting to respond to his attention, but I was determined to finish this chapter. "Hey yourself," I replied, my voice a little breathless as I tried to focus on the words in front of me.

Undeterred, Josh began to kiss and nip at my neck, knowing how sensitive I was there. His beard scraped against my skin, sending little sparks of pleasure through me. I gasped, my book forgotten as he sucked on that sweet spot just below my ear.

His hands started to wander, sliding up my sides, underneath the t-shirt I was wearing. I felt his calloused fingertips grazing the bare skin of my hips, making me arch my back slightly, pressing my ass against his hardening dick.

Josh chuckled, his warm breath now on my shoulder as he kissed along my collarbone. "That book must be really good if it's holding your attention when I'm doing this," he teased, grinding his hips gently against mine so I could feel his growing erection.

"Mmm, it is," I murmured, my eyes finally tearing themselves away from the pages. I turned my head to look at him, seeing the desire burning in his brown eyes. "But I think I might have found something even better."

I placed the book aside, finally giving him my undivided attention. Josh smiled, a sexy, cocky grin, and pulled the t-shirt up over my head, leaving me bare from the waist up. I loved how his eyes darkened with desire as he looked at my naked breasts, his gaze burning into my skin.

His hands roamed over my body, cupping my breasts, his thumbs brushing against my already hard nipples. I moaned, my back arching, offering myself to him. He leaned down, taking one tight bud into his mouth, sucking gently as he teased it with his tongue.

I threaded my fingers through his hair, holding him to me as a moan escaped my lips. "Josh, oh god," I breathed, feeling my body getting hotter and my pussy getting wetter with every touch.

He switched his attention to my other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, his beard tickling my sensitive skin. His hands moved down my body, his fingers skating over my ribs, making me squirm with anticipation.

Then, his fingers found the waistband of my panties, and with slow, deliberate movements, he peeled them down my legs, over my feet, and off. I lifted my hips to help him, now completely naked and exposed to his hungry gaze.

Josh's eyes devoured me, making me feel desired and wanted as he took in my naked body. His big hand reached between my legs, one finger tracing my slit, collecting my wetness. I was so turned on, my pussy was soaked, and I moaned as his finger teased my clit, making little circles that had me squirming.

"Josh, please," I begged, my hips bucking up, seeking more contact.

"Please what, baby?" He teased, his finger still circling my clit, making me desperate.

"Fuck me, please. I need you now," I pleaded, my body on fire, my pussy clenching with need.

With a growl, Josh finally gave me what I wanted. He positioned his hard dick at my entrance, and in one smooth thrust, he slid inside me, filling me up. I gasped, my eyes rolling back in my head at the sensation of him stretching me, claiming me as his own.

He paused for a moment, giving me a chance to adjust to his size, before beginning to move. His hips thrust slowly at first, setting a steady, deep rhythm that had me moaning and my nails digging into his shoulders.

"You feel so good, baby," he groaned, his eyes clenched shut as he moved in and out of me, his cock sliding in deep. "So fucking tight and wet."

I met his thrusts, my hips moving in time with his, our bodies creating a sexy, slick rhythm. "Harder, Josh," I begged, wanting more. "Fuck me harder."

He obliged, his thrusts becoming more powerful, his hips slapping against my ass as he drove into me, faster and harder. The bed creaked beneath us, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the room, along with our moans and gasps.

I felt my orgasm building, a coil of pleasure tightening in my belly. "Josh, I'm gonna cum," I gasped, my fingers finding my clit as I rubbed little circles, sending me over the edge.

"Cum for me, baby," he urged, his own voice strained as he pounded into me. "Let me feel you cum on my cock."

I did as he said, my pussy clenching around him as my orgasm washed over me. I cried out, my body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure racked me. Josh followed soon after, his own release hitting me deep as he filled me with his hot cum.

We lay entangled for a while, our hearts pounding and our breathing ragged. Josh nuzzled my neck, placing soft kisses there as he played with my hair. "Best way to get your attention, huh?" he teased.

I smiled, feeling satisfied and loved. "Definitely," I agreed, turning my head to kiss him softly. "Anytime you want to distract me like that, I won't complain."

[dracomeir]

Waiting for more mods with Darnell like:

[morningstargirl666]

FIC REC FRIDAY #4

ad aeternam. by darkness_shows_the_stars / @stars-and-darkness

His eyes are intent on her. They always are, but never so strong, never so scorching, as when he’s needling for information she’d rather not give.

“I want you to come and …” She sighs. This is more difficult than she had expected it to be, and that’s saying something. She’d expected it to be like pulling teeth, but the feeling is more akin to ripping off an arm. “I want you to come and pretendtodateme.”

There. Done. That wasn’t so hard, was it?

No, not at all.

Klaus’s face smooths over, washed of all emotion. “Would you mind repeating that?”

Guys. Listen. I don't go searching for fake dating AUs. Mostly because I'm not a fan of human AUs. When I'm reading klaroline fanfiction, I'm here for the fantasy element, the age old hybrid falling in love with the blonde baby vampire. Therefore, fake dating AUs just don't really blip up on my radar. But. Guys. Guys. THIS FIC ALRIGHT. THIS FIC HAS OVERHAULED MY ENTIRE BELIEF SYSTEM???? LIKE? IT'S POST-CANON DIVERGENCE???????? YET A FAKE DATING AU????????????? DO YOU SEE THE QUESTION MARKS HERE IT DIDN'T EVEN OCCUR TO ME THIS COULD BE A THING AND YET IT IS AND IT IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CREATION TO EVER EXIST?

Anyways. Yeah, go read it.

OR I AM DISOWNING ALL OF YOU

[xoxorealitygalore]

When a Man Loves a Woman

Cody Rhodes x Black OC

Summary: Cody shares heartfelt praise for wife Charm and surprises fans with baby news on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon.

When a man loves a woman

Can't keep his mind on nothin' else

He'd trade the world

For the good thing he's found

On a brisk evening in New York City, under the bright lights of The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon, the audience sat in eager anticipation as the familiar upbeat music signaled the start of the late-night talk show. The charismatic host, Jimmy Fallon, was already seated behind his desk, wearing his signature grin as the applause echoed throughout the studio.

Tonight, there was an exciting buzz in the air. The guest making his way to the stage was none other than Cody Rhodes—wrestler, actor, television personality, co-founder, and former executive vice president of All Elite Wrestling (AEW). But it wasn't just his success in the ring that had the audience intrigued. Cody, with his sharp jawline and captivating smile, had been recently known not only for his athleticism but for his deeply sincere and romantic side. And tonight, that side was going to shine brightly.

As the lights dimmed and the cheers grew louder, Cody stepped onto the stage with his characteristic confidence, but there was something different about him tonight. He walked with a certain warmth in his demeanor, his eyes scanning the audience, and his smile more reflective than usual. It was clear that Cody was not just there to talk about his career or the latest wrestling events but to share something far more personal.

"Alright, alright, settle down, settle down, everyone. Cody Rhodes is in the house!" Jimmy said, raising his arms in playful mock enthusiasm. He extended a hand to Cody, who shook it firmly but with a touch of humbleness that was characteristic of him.

"Good to see you, man," Jimmy continued as they both sat down. "I have to say, I’m super excited to have you here tonight. I’ve been following your journey for a long time now—on the wrestling front, of course, but also with everything that’s been happening off-screen. You've got quite the life going on."

Cody chuckled, nodding slightly. "It’s been a wild ride, Jimmy, I’ll tell you that."

The conversation shifted naturally to Cody’s success in his return to WWE in March 2022. But despite the success and accolades that surrounded him, one thing was clear as the interview continued—Cody’s heart was not just with his work in the ring, but with a person who, in his eyes, was everything to him.

Jimmy, with his signature inquisitive nature, couldn't help but notice the way Cody’s gaze softened whenever he mentioned his wife, Charm Rhodes. It was almost as though there was a shift in the atmosphere when the topic came up. And, naturally, Jimmy was quick to pick up on this.

"So, Cody," Jimmy began, with a mischievous grin, "I have to ask—everyone knows you're a pretty tough guy in the ring, but how did you manage to land someone as... well, as amazing as Charm Rhodes? I mean, come on, the woman is an actress, a singer, a television personality, and did I mention she's also a former chief brand officer and executive vice president of AEW? That’s a lot of incredible things. How’d you do it?"

Cody’s eyes lit up at the mention of his wife. He paused for a moment, his expression shifting to one of profound affection. The smile that spread across his face wasn’t just the typical grin of a proud husband—it was something far more intimate, an expression that only someone who deeply loves another could wear.

"Man," Cody began, his voice taking on a tone of awe. "It’s beyond my comprehension that a schmuck like me got this damn lucky in life." His hands instinctively gestured as if trying to express just how miraculous it felt. "I’ve been with Charm for 18 years and married to her for 17, and, honestly, with each passing day, she becomes more insanely beautiful in every way. It just doesn’t stop. I’m obsessed with every ounce of this woman’s being. I mean, it’s everything, Jimmy. Her presence... it’s just otherworldly."

The audience, who had been quietly listening, now began to murmur with appreciation. It was clear from Cody’s words, and the palpable emotion behind them, that this wasn’t just a surface-level compliment. He wasn’t just talking about his wife in passing; he was pouring out his admiration, his gratitude, and his love for the woman who had been by his side for nearly two decades.

Cody’s voice grew softer, and his eyes seemed to search for the right words. "She’s the whole package, Jimmy," he continued, his tone rich with sincerity. "And she’s so much more. She’s not just an incredible wife, but she’s an amazing mother to our kids. Her loyalty, her devotion to me and our children... it’s something most people only dream of having. I’m still bewildered that I get to wake up next to her every single day."

The audience, sensing the depth of Cody's admiration, was quiet, captivated by the genuine emotion flowing from him. Jimmy leaned in, clearly moved by the moment.

"Wow," Jimmy said, his voice full of admiration. "That’s beautiful, man. You’re head over heels for her. But I have to ask—what does she think of all this? I mean, you’re laying it on pretty thick."

Cody laughed, a deep, hearty laugh that rang out through the studio. "Oh, believe me, Jimmy," he said, shaking his head with a playful grin. "She thinks I’m making it up most of the time. She’s so modest, so humble, that she truly doesn’t see what I do and always have." He paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing as if he were reminiscing about something very particular. "It’s hard to get her to understand just how incredible she is because she just doesn’t see it. And that, in itself, is what makes her even more amazing."

At that, the audience laughed along, charmed by the way Cody spoke about his wife, almost as though he were still in disbelief at how lucky he had gotten in life. It was clear that, despite all of his achievements and recognition, it was Charm who had captured his heart, who had anchored him through it all.

As the conversation continued, the tone shifted a bit, and Jimmy, ever the skilled interviewer, steered the dialogue toward the future. "So, Cody," Jimmy asked, a grin creeping across his face, "with everything you’ve got going on, are you thinking about expanding the family anytime soon?"

Cody’s eyes widened slightly, as though the question took him by surprise. He hesitated for a moment, and a faint blush spread across his face. Then, as if realizing he was already far enough along in the conversation to make such a revelation, he spoke again—this time in a quieter voice, his words laced with gentle excitement.

"Well," Cody began, a small smile playing on his lips. "Funny you should ask, Jimmy." He leaned forward slightly, looking directly at the host with a grin that seemed to convey both pride and excitement. "I... uh, I guess it’s about time I let everyone know." He glanced down, almost as if checking himself before making the next admission. "We’re expecting our third child."

The room fell into a brief, stunned silence before erupting into applause. Jimmy’s eyes widened in surprise, clearly caught off guard by the unexpected announcement.

"Wait a minute," Jimmy said, his voice full of mock disbelief. "You’re telling me that Charm is pregnant? With your third child?"

Cody nodded, a genuine, glowing smile now stretched across his face. "Yeah," he confirmed, his voice thick with emotion. "We’re beyond excited. It’s a huge blessing, and honestly, it’s just... it’s overwhelming in the best possible way."

The audience, sensing the significance of the moment, broke into cheers, applauding the news of the Rhodes family’s newest addition. Jimmy, ever the playful host, was quick to make a joke.

"Well, it looks like you two are going to have your hands full soon," he said, laughing. "But with a love like that, Cody, I have no doubt the kid’s going to be a star."

Cody chuckled, nodding in agreement. "That’s the plan," he said with a wink. "We’re just hoping the baby takes after Charm more than me."

As the conversation continued, it was clear that the bond between Cody and Charm was something special—something that transcended not only their public personas but also their individual successes. Cody’s love for his wife, his reverence for her strength and beauty, and his gratitude for their life together painted a picture of a relationship built on mutual respect, admiration, and deep, unshakeable love.

The interview closed with Jimmy sending his well-wishes to the Rhodes family, and Cody smiling broadly as he thanked the host. As the show wrapped up, the lights dimmed, and the audience left the studio buzzing not only about the latest wrestling news but about the very real, very tender love story unfolding in front of their eyes—a story of two people who, despite their fame and success, were truly living their dream.

charmrhodes and americannightmarecody

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charmrhodes Well, well, well… we’ve been keeping a little secret for a while, but today’s the day we finally get to share it with all of you! Cody and I are beyond thrilled to announce that we’re expecting a baby! Cherish and Carter are already so excited to welcome our little one into the family. Here’s to new beginnings, sleepless nights, and all the joy that comes with the most wonderful surprise life can offer. Thank you all for your love and support — we can’t wait for Baby C to arrive! Stay tuned… our little bundle of joy is coming soon!

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[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Selever X afab!Reader

Sypnosis: That patch of land during the winter season seems to lure him in, yet, no matter how many times Selever found himself standing in that place, he still kept asking himself — why?

Word Count: 1,081

"Heh... So fucking pathetic."

He stayed rigid, standing in the middle of the field. White snowflakes cascaded down around him, piling up snow even more. His rose-colored, long-sleeved vest and black pants stood in contrast against the pure blanket of snow. With both of his hands tucked inside his pockets, the male's bored gaze landed on the ground. He stared at the white canvas as if boring holes in it.

"One day, I hope that you and your sister will achieve the happiness you two wanted."

"Big brother, what are you staring at?"

"...Nothing. Just the ground, I guess," the boy sighed.

Ever since winter started, Selever found himself paying a visit to this particular place. Every day, without fail. At first, it was due to his curiosity. But after many times, he started to get annoyed by the fact that he himself can't seem to stop coming back here.

He doesn't know. Selever doesn't know what seemed to be the root of his peculiar behavior. As if on instinct, he would walk over to this patch of ground, in the middle of the once blooming flower field. Then he would stop, his gaze immediately landing onto the ground. He would stare at it, even though there's nothing of importance nor value there.

"Such a plain place. There's nothing else really in here. Just the white stretching over who knows."

For his entire 17 years of existence, Selever would be drawn towards this place. Even as a baby, he would force his parents to go here. Sarvente once called this place 'sacred', believing that it may contain something divine that causes her son to constantly visit without fail. And although as stupid as it sounds, he didn't dare to deny her words. After all, he doesn't know what the hell was this place nor what it does to him.

Then soon after, the whole family would yearly visit the fields as a part of their tradition. Even when his younger sister, Rasazy, was born, he would consistently visit the fields. Inevitably, Selever grew fond of this place. It truly disgusted him for acting this way, yet, he cannot stop himself no matter what he does.

"Portal, huh? Of course, I'm not surprised. You are their son, after all."

The winter breeze picked up, making pearlescent strands of the young man's messy, low pony-tailed hair sway gently in its trail. The cold was nothing to him, however, the breeze carries more than just coldness. Every time it happens, Selever swore that he could hear soft whispers echoing around the fields. The distant voice of a girl — a voice so familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time.

Deep creases were embedded in between his thin eyebrows, bright silver hues narrowing. "So fucking annoying."

Yet, no matter how often he would spew out profanities in the wind, he would be met with silence. He doesn't know why he would continuously do this. Was he waiting for something to happen perhaps? Or maybe he was expecting some kind of response coming from that ghostly voice? 

"Me? Oh, don't worry about me. I've been here for as long as I can remember; it's no big deal if I were to spend another eon trapped here alone."

Soon, the breeze halted. Then something unexpected happened. Beating erratically against his chest was his heart, making his body warm up in synch. His breath hitched, mist coming out from his mouth. Selever clenched his heart, unease filling up his insides.

"Pathetic... So fucking pathetic!"

Heavy breathing and gasps escaped the boy's lips. His body trembling with anxiety. His heart experiencing excruciating pain that he never once experienced before. Soon, his knees buckled and he fell unto the soft snow. His other hand came in contact with the coldness of the white fluff which soon melts under him.

After what seemed to be hours, Selever finally calmed down. And uncharacteristically of him, his hand softly brushed against the patch. He weaved his fingers into the snow and pushed some to the side until the brown dirt underneath appeared. His gaze caught sight of a tiny flower beginning to bloom — Snowdrops.

"H-huh...? What the fuck is this?" Selever felt something wet cascading down his pale cheeks. He cautiously touched it, feeling its wetness transfer to his fingertips. "Tears? What? So now I'm fucking crying? For fuck's sake, what the fucking hell is wrong with me?"

Yet, despite his profanities and harsh tone, he found himself cracking and breaking down. All the while caressing the small white flower that was hidden in the snow. Tears flowed freely from his glossy eyes, dripping down into the melting snow. Then, a single tear fell unto the bud.

"By the way, when you guys finally make it out of this place, promise me one thing: spend your first winter outside. Trust me."

Standing in the middle of white nothingness, a figure loomed over a circular mirror. Yet, instead of the usual reflection of that person, the image on the other side of the mirror was a scene unfolding. Her serious gaze watched as the young man on the other side knelt down and caressed the snow, his sister approaching him from behind.

Soon, her eyes dropped halfway, a small yet somber smile decorated her lips. She raised her hand over to the mirror, gently glossing over the glass as if patting the boy's silver hair in comfort. After a moment, her arm dropped to her side. The boy in the mirror aggressively wiped his face before standing up abruptly. After a few exchanges with his sister, they then left that patch of land.

As the two figures left, the mirror blurred and the images reverted back to her reflection. She chuckled bitterly, eyes that held contempt and desperation staring back at her. The woman inched closer to the mirror, scrutinizing every small detail of her appearance. Once closer enough, she then leaned in and planted a small kiss on the glass.

She herself doesn't know why she does this every time. Perhaps, it was her way of communicating with her beloved.

"I know that you won't remember me, Sel... but I do hope that you won't forget that I once existed — that patch of land, the winter season; it was the time and place that I died at your hands."