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the guy she was interested in wasn’t a guy at all - chapter 4

synopsis turns out the cute guy from the cd store is actually… a girl

wc: 3,3k

cw: feelings all over the place, love you jesse and dina, ellie’s trying hard… my pookie. mentions of weed, cursing, lila is now kinda cool, angst, fluff and oh my god the ending just made me crazy and dizzy aaaand don’t kill me.

ellie fucked up. she knows that, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. for what it’s worth, it hurts even more to know that she put you through all of this. it was wrong from the start. a misunderstanding that she should have solved as soon as it came to her knowledge.

but how could she? when all she thought about was you. how everything felt so easy with you. for once in her life, someone was really seeing her — and it was you. she wanted that. desperately.

she was selfish. but the way you flooded her with so many feelings — it overflowed. and you got swept away in it, too.

it’s been a whole day. she hasn’t seen you around campus. not even in your classes — don’t ask her how she memorized those. but she wasn’t sure if she should look for you. well, she knows she should give you some space. but still, she already craves seeing you. she misses you, misses talking to you.

her mind is stuck on the way she touched your face. the way you were so close to her. how you looked at her. she messed it all up. and she doesn’t know how to deal with that. the solution she came up with — staying in her dorm all day — isn’t really working. it was just making it worse. she wants to go home to joel, but he is out of town. she knows that, if she calls him, he will go back instantly. that’s why she doesn’t. suck it up, ellie.

she tried calling you when you left. no answer. she tried contacting you, it hurt to see your old conversations. she wonders how it feels for you. probably worse. it confirms her suspicions when you leave her on read — every message she sends is totally ignored, just like the ones she’s sending right now.

ellie Do Not Answer (2:54) talk to me… im really sorry

ellie Do Not Answer (2:54) i miss you

no answer. you lock the screen, fighting back the tears. you’ve already cried too much over this. it feels so… embarrassing. you feel so dumb. how could you not recognize her? the way she sounds, the way she moves. it’s all so… ellie. you should’ve known better. but at the same time, how could you doubt anything about her when you connected so deeply in such a short time.

when you found out, you were so hurt. you felt betrayed. it pained you deeply, how you felt like you were being played. how she was making a fool out of you. did she laugh about this to her friends? did she think you are stupid, just as you feel? was it a dare? some kind of twisted joke? one of those bet things from crappy rom-coms?

deep down, you know that she must have had a reason for it. if she’s really anything like she was showing to you, there’s no way she did that because she was trying to hurt you. it’s so confusing how your thoughts oscillate between thinking about her feelings and reasons or just sticking to yours. like you are on a damn seesaw, feelings tossed up and down, again and again.

you missed all your classes today. your friends were texting you like crazy. leah even mentions ellie — as the quiet girl who sits next to you during VFX classes. saying something about how she went to all of your classes, looking for something and how she finds it weird. you snort. she’s such a loser.

and you are crying again. because, even if you try not to, you miss her too. you miss talking to her about songs, about you and about her. just… about everything. you weren’t even talking for that long, but you already knew so much about each other. except her real identity. the damn seesaw.

what are you supposed to believe? was she being herself around you all the time? even during texts? she did mention her roomie was a bitch when you thought she was miller and it turned out to be true. she also told you that she didn’t go to college, which she does. sharing fucking classes with me, yeah — surprise. i get it now.

it is too much. even more when you think about having to see her again. you have a fucking project to finish together, or you will fail the class. you can’t fail it. even if you want to change your partner now, you’ll have to talk to her at some point.

which is bothering her too. a lot. but not for the same reason as it’s bothering you. she definitely wants to work on it with you, but she gotta make things right first. somehow… there has to be a way you can forgive her. even if you don’t want to be friends — or whatever it is that you were — with her anymore. at the very least, she just… really wants to finish this project with you.

she opens her spotify, to check the playlist you made her and- oh my fucking god.

it’s gone. deleted. as in: doesn’t exist anymore. she feels like crying, again.

she needs to do something to fix it. anything. whatever it takes.

meanwhile, all you want is to rot in bed all day. or even better, all week. it’s funny how someone you’ve known for less than a month can have such a huge impact on you. well, at least talked to for less than a month. because really, she’s been around for a while. and it’s not like you haven’t noticed her before. you just haven’t really seen her and you wish you had before all of this happened. things could be different, no lies to hurt you in the process.

but it didn’t happen. and still, your heart flutters when you remember the moments you shared together. the way her calloused fingers felt so soft on your cheek. how her green eyes sometimes flicker with this hazel shadow when the sun peeks through the cd store’s window.

how you would do anything to see her flushed cheeks underneath her face mask while she flirted with you. or how pretty she must have looked when you could hear the smirk in her voice. somehow it makes you feel relieved that miller and ellie are actually one. the same. how all your worries were never really a problem because you were not confused between two people. in reality you were falling for the same one, all sides of her. of ellie.

you unfollowed her on instagram and deleted the playlist you made her earlier and you kind of regret it now. even if you never felt anything close to what you feel about her, you always had in mind that it is never a waste to feel. whatever it is that you are feeling, just feel it. but it’s hard when you don’t even know what you are feeling. you are sad, disappointed, embarrassed. but you are also relieved — and missing her.

gladly, a knock on your door gives your tortured brain some rest. you sigh, not really knowing what to expect when you make your way to open it. when you see jesse and dina there you can’t help but feel a pang of disappointment. maybe you should just answer her and actually talk about it like grown-ups do.

“what the fuck..” you murmur, curiosity getting the best of you. they are her friends after all.

“hello to you, too.” jesse chuckles and dina elbows him slightly, flashing you a sheepish smile.

“we have a delivery for you!” she adds, taking a little zipbag full of weed from his jacket’s pocket.

“um… i don’t remember buying this”

“that’s cause you didn’t.” the guy deadpans.

“it’s a gift!” dina barges in. “from ellie.”

“oh…” it’s all you manage to say. of course it’s from ellie. is she really trying to buy me with weed right now?

you blink, staring at the bag. they stare back at you, waiting for your reaction. you sigh as the silence stretches just enough for it to get awkward, grabbing it from her hand gently. taking it to your nose, you don’t even need to make an effort to sniff it. this is not your usual. it’s the more expensive one. some really high quality shit.

“wow. she put some effort into it, didn’t she?” you bite back a smile.

“yup. made her pay full price because of the bullshit she pulled-“ dina smacks his arm to stop him from talking any further, earning a loud ‘ouch!’ from him.

“can’t really pass free weed now” you shrug, trying to act nonchalant, but by the way they smile you know they can see right through you.

“i guess you can’t” she chuckles. “what you can do, tho it’s showing up to the college’s rooftop tonight.”

“that would be great, yes, dina. great idea! like, you could just go up there at 8 p.m. sharp.” jesse adds and you can’t help but laugh at how they are really doing this right now.

“you’re good friends, y’know? i’ll think about it.”

“okay, yeah… keep playing it hard to get like we don’t know you will be there… can’t fool us!” he jokes, pulling dina together with him so they can leave your apartment’s door.

leaving you there, the damn gift weighing heavy in your hand — and on your heart. how much money did she actually spend with that? it makes you feel bad, somehow. you know she hurt you and you know she knows it too. your heart clenches at the thought that she must be suffering with this whole thing, too.

yet, she’s been reaching out to you, from the moment you left her dorm. she’s been trying to fix it, in some way. you never expected someone to care about you that much. your friends never did. even if you know she’s more than that. or was. it’s been a whole day and she is still doing what’s in her power to try fixing the mess she created. thinking about you, about things you like.

and all you can do is sigh because you know jesse is right. if you didn’t want to forgive her, not even a little, would you have accepted her gift? you know the answer to that.

thinking about what she could do to fix everything with you wasn’t easy at all. ellie had to literally sit down on her bed and write down a lot of ideas — 43 to be exact. and most of those were shit, like finishing the project all by herself so you wouldn’t have to do it.

where’s the fun in that? she would save you from seeing her again, yes. as she had in mind that you absolutely despised her at the moment, it would be a huge favor to you. but complete torture to her. and she still wanted you to like her again, so this idea had to go.

the atmosphere in her dorm was pretty shitty. she couldn’t hide the fact that she was crying to lila, which made the girl stare at her for, like, 50 minutes. non-stop. without saying a word, too. not that ellie was expecting her to, it was just… weird as fuck.

but then “what’s with all this crying today? you are freaking me out”

the cinnamon-haired girl looked up at her, furrowed brows and face drenched in tears. “you are such a comforting presence. fucking hell”

and lila giggled. like it really amused her. this fucking girl… “sorry. it’s just that i’ve never seen you cry in my whole life. does this have anything to do with that girl that was here yesterday?”

as ellie cries harder at the mention of you, her roomie nods, understanding. “right, so what happened? if you want to talk about it.”

honestly? ellie did. and she is glad that they talked because, after calling her a dumbass and many other things, lila actually gave her good advice. which helped her think about the two ideas she hoped would work because she couldn’t afford to actually lose you.

after a few hours, the first step was done and she couldn’t stop smiling and feeling the little feeling that was now blossoming on her chest: hope. after reading jesse’s text, telling her you accepted her gift.

which explains why she is now kicking her feet on the bed, giggling and ignoring how much of a fool she must be looking.

lila raises an eyebrow at the sudden happiness, contrasting to the conversation they had earlier. “whatever it is you are doing, never do it again.”

she rolls her eyes, still smiling “she accepted the weed!”

“who the fuck would deny free weed? anyway, i’m out again. don’t do anything i wouldn’t do.” she shoots a smirk in ellie’s direction — teasing, but there’s something in it that makes ellie want to vanish into her bedsheets.

you’ve already tried all the clothes in your fucking closet and nothing seems good enough. you hate this feeling of having to go somewhere you don’t know what to expect or what to wear to. you don’t want to overdress! or underdress! dina and jesse could have hinted you what to wear.

sighing, you wondered if ellie was going through this too — yes, in fact she changed her clothes four times before her friends dragged her out of her bedroom or she would be late. you just couldn’t stop thinking about her. like you’ve been doing all day. and all week.

yes, you are, indeed, still very sad and embarrassed. but a lot of other feelings are there too, making sure you can feel all of them at once. how thoughtful. the human mind is so great.

finally, you settle with an outfit that you like and feel comfortable in, too tired to keep overthinking everything. today was… draining. you just hope whatever it is that waits for you in the rooftop doesn’t make things worse. but something tells you it won’t.

as you leave your apartment, the cold breeze makes you shiver slightly. winter is almost coming, which makes you happy. you love everything about it, snow, the holidays, hot chocolate with marshmallows, boots, beanies. it’s just a very cozy season to you.

the way towards college is soothing, even if your heart drums in your ears loudly in anticipation. you really hope you can see ellie soon, even if you are afraid to do so. you live near the campus, so it doesn’t take too long until you are quickly climbing the stairs, aiming for the main building rooftop.

what you do realize is that the building is way more packed than it should be. as you reach the 4th floor, your eyes catch this big poster that you seemed to ignore before. you had to double check to know if you were seeing it right. the words ‘talent show’ written on it in big, bold letters. what the actual fuck.

you had totally forgotten that this was tonight. that’s because you didn’t really pay attention to these things, normally. and you don’t see why ellie would, either.

she’s nervously bouncing her knee as she seats on the parapet next to the stage. well, it is a small one, really. built exclusively for this event. she didn’t know that so many people would be there when she submitted her name last-minute. but now it’s too late to back off.

and when she sees you arriving the rooftop, searching for her, she knows she did the right thing. you don’t look at her right away. but then you do. and she’s already with her eyes locked on you, a soft smile on her lips. ellie couldn’t be more relieved to see that you actually came. that you are there, staring at her and she almost giggles when you bite back a smile. oh, you think you are so smooth.

you clear your throat. you are sad and mad and disappointed! act like it, damn. but it’s hard when you see those green eyes you like so much. you find a seat, one that is close to the cute stage. you wait for her to come and sit down next to you, furrowing your brows when you see her grabbing her guitar — which you haven’t noticed before, too lost on her pretty features — and walking to the stage. no fucking way.

there’s something else you notice now that you let your eyes roam through her figure. she’s wearing a deftones t-shirt, short sleeved. her tattoo on display. some grey loose jeans and all-stars. just like she would dress if she was at one of her shifts on firefly. but she’s not wearing a face mask and her mullet is down.

it’s her. really her, not hiding, not trying to go unnoticed. it’s like she’s telling you that she won’t be someone she’s not anymore. she’s being herself, not college ellie, not miller. just ellie williams.

your heart nearly stops. she’s all you can see, like there is just you and her there. you don’t even pay attention as someone introduces her as the first one to perform. you miss how the boy says that she actually asked to be the first one. she wanted to be there when you arrived at 8 o’clock.

and she is. sitting down at the center of the stage, her gaze never leaving yours. that you don’t miss. not even the tiniest moves she makes, you catch them all. your attention is solely on her, just like she craved it to be. it’s overwhelming. all ellie wants to do is close the distance between you. but she takes a deep breath, striking the first chords as she starts singing.

“talking away. i don’t know what i’m to say, i’ll say it anyway.”

it takes your breath away. her voice is so beautiful. you always thought so. how it would send shivers down your spine every time she talked. but hearing her sing? a whole other level.

“today’s another day to find you. shying away… i’ll be coming for your love, okay”

everything else have turned into white noise. it’s just you and her. she is not just singing to you, she is singing about you. you sit there, hands clutching the hem of your jacket, feeling your chest tighten with every word.

you don’t know what it is. maybe it’s the fact that she keeps looking directly at you the whole time. or how the lyrics sound so genuine coming out of her lips and carving your heart deeply. permanently. or if it’s how pretty she looks in the dim lights of the rooftop.

you just know that, in that moment, any doubts you could ever had about her are long gone. buried, forgiven.

because no one has ever made you feel so special and so cherished before. not like she’s doing right now.

the way you smile at her and the way you look at her are enough for her to keep singing ‘take on me’ by a-ha without any struggles. it’s coming from the bottom of her heart and all she feels in this moment is you. all her eyes can see is you. all her heart craves for is you. it’s always been you.

and it’s always been her. no matter what came with it, a boy’s name or her discreet persona in class. it was her all along.

she is the one you’ve fallen for.

posted earlier cause you asked here you go!! so… next chapter is also the last one. tell me what you are thinking i love to read your comments!

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kilojulietsierra · 1 day ago

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The scene with Ellis asking about the REBOA reminds me of when kids get older and they sit at the adult table and hear all the gossip.

Ellis is definitely Jack’s favorite resident. They have a caring but tough love attitude.

In Jack/Sam world, Ellis is like a younger sister to them and is invited over for holidays if she can’t make it to her family.

Ok so I put this all down stream of consciousness on my lunch break so if it’s weird so be it lol I had fun and that’s what matters!

If you haven’t already check out the other fics I have from this little universe I’ve created!

Save Me From Myself - Masterlist

- Night shift people were night shift people and day shift people were boring as hell. In Parker’s opinion. Day shifters were a little too type a, too put together, too buttoned up and by the book for her taste

- She’d struggled on days. Other residents took things too personally, too much micromanaging, too many patients with toe sprains and head colds asking for doctors notes

- Jack had covered a day shift for Robby and Parker had recognized it in him almost immediately. It was like the night shift attending wanted to crawl out of his skin anytime he thought someone wasn’t looking

- Parker had presented a case to Dr Abbot while he slouched back in one of the desk chairs. She had mumbled not really meaning for him to hear, but not meaning for him to not hear it either “probably don’t get all these pansies on nights. Nobody wants to come in at 3am just so they can get out of work”

- Jack had raised his brows at her tone, “keep in mind Dr Ellis, a lot of the patients in chairs at 3am have been there since shift change” he stood up and caught her eye as he went to step past. He dropped his voice with a smirk, “but, 3am is definitely when all the weirdos come out to play” then he had walked away

- That day there had been a mvc on one of the bridges, a car with 3 occupants had gone through the rail and into the water. Parker had fought to be on the first gurney through the door and Jack had noticed.

- He’d actually noticed a few things about Parker Ellis

- By the end of that shift he caught her by the lockers, “talk to Robby tomorrow. If you want to switch shifts, I’ll sign off”

- If Robby was the sarcastic and goofy but lovable father figure, Jack was the slightly weird, scary until you get to know him, uncle that would teach you how to make grenades out of a bouncy ball and an m80 firecracker

- Parker thrived on night shift w/ Jack. She had her moments sure, she doesn’t know everything, yet, but she’s a hard worker and admits when she’s wrong. She never shies away from Jack pushing her out of her depth. She figured out quick that if Jack didn’t push it was because he didn’t think you could handle it. And that made Parker want it more.

- Jack noticed. Jack liked it. Robby always tried to be fair, tried to never play favorites. Jack didn’t give a fuck, he absolutely played favorites.

- Being Dr Abbots favorite came with unexpected perks.

- Emails with a link and the simple explanation of “read this”

- The hard eye contact and nod when he took a step back “go ahead Dr Ellis”

- “You got this”

- Dr Walsh and Dr Abbot talking to each other in front of Trauma 2 and then Dr Walsh calls out “Ellis, wanna scrub in?” Parker looked to Jack who just gave her the tiniest nod. “Yes ma’am!” Dr Walsh and Abbot exchanged a little smirk and then Walsh was out the door “hustle up before I change my mind!”

- “What’s this?” Ellis looked at the white can of Monster that appeared on the desk in front of her. Jack shrugged “you don’t drink coffee so i grabbed you one of those. Wife drinks the same flavor. Shits terrible for you.”

- Shen bounced on his toes trying to peak over Jacks shoulder as he opened the Yeti lunchbox. “Tacoooos” Parker tried to see “tacos?” Jack looked up as he handed Shen a handful of foil wrapped tacos. “Sam dropped lunch off.” Before she even had time to be bummed Jack pulled out another handful and held them out to her, “Didn’t know what you’d want, she made brisket and fajita chicken.” When she looked confused he waved them in front of her “if you don’t want yours, boy wonder the garbage disposal probably does” he nodded towards Shen. Ellis takes them still cautious, “mine?” Abbot stared back at her, “yeah, yours. Eat fast.”

- The tacos are bomb.

- “going home for thanksgiving?” Jack asked as everyone packed up to leave. “Nah, tickets home are a bitch this time of year.” Ellis shrugs, “just be me and whatever takeout I can track down”

- Jack paused with a hint of a scowl like that was unacceptable “come to the house” “what?” He shrugged “we eat at like five, come over whenever though” Ellis just blinked “doc that’s really generous but you don’t have to” Jack gives her a look like it’s no big deal “Sam and I don’t have family around, so we have friends over. Robby will be there, Walsh, think Garcia is coming and bringing a new girlfriend so that’ll be fun.(sarcasm) Few of the girls Sam works with, neighbors, couple army buddies flew in for the weekend.” He looks up from his phone and smirks when he says “don’t look so scared, it’s not a trap.” Her phone vibrates in her hand with an address. Jack gives her a fist bump as he walks bye “Sam goes all out on the food just sayin’. Oh and if you do come don’t worry about dressing up or anything, we don’t do that”

- Her first thanksgiving with the abbots had been a trip.

- Parker felt a little bit like when she had turned 12 and her folks had let her sit at the grown up table the first time. Because Parker’s a grown up sure, she’s got responsibilities, but the people in this house for thanksgiving are like LEGIT grown ups.

- The house is awesome

- Jack and Sam are like in LOVE love and not shy about it, it’s strange at first but cute and encouraging. #goals

- Robby, Dr Michael Robinavitch ED Chief, gets tipsy and that man has some stories to share

- Everyone talks loud, over the top of each other and laughing. So much laughing.

- Sharing weird and outrageous ER stories because half the people there work in emergency. Pictures included

- Garcia and Walsh are actually nice to Ellis, which gives her a little whiplash but they’re fun and she likes them

- The dinner table is packed with food and people and she thinks it’s exactly how thanksgiving should feel

- She begins to wonder if everyone forgot she and Garcia were technically students because nobody Is treating them like they were. There just part of the gang

- Apparently Sam, Garcia and Walsh are friends. Like tight friends, like the kind that are basically sisters

- Ellis gets invited to girls night, “but don’t tell Jack”

- Everyone hangs out after dinner for drinks and Ellis is living for it

- One of Jacks army buddies makes a joke “if I’d been conscious we all know she would have picked me over Abbot” Parker thinks an argument might breakout but Jack just laughs into his whiskey glass and pulls Sam a little closer, “motherfucker you weren’t unconscious you were dead! I was pumping your heart for you” the guy laughs and rubs at his chest as Jack adds mumbled into his glass, “remember I can stop it just as easy”

- Walsh laughs from her seat on the floor, “first threat of homicide, now it feels like the family holidays I remember!”

- Parker stays to help clean up even though they told her not to worry

- Sam gives her a smile at one point while loading the dishwasher “you know you’re his favorite right?”

- When Sam finds out Ellis is from Long Beach she freaks out “you’re joking! I’m from Carmel Valley, like 2 hours south”

- “You know if you ever need anything you can call? Either of us okay?”

- Ellis can tell she means it

- She sends her home with leftovers, so many leftovers. Bomb ass leftovers.

- After that she spent every thanksgiving with them, it was tradition

- Ellis was beyond grateful she had switched to nights, where she belonged

- Because yeah Abbot was hard on her but she was a better doctor for it

- He also would change the oil in her car when he found out it was 2k miles overdue

- Abbot might pull her off a case for messing up, but he would still let her run point on the next one

- If Ellis had a rough night, almost without fail, she’d get a text from Sam the next morning to set up coffee or brunch

- Ellis had smiled to herself on Dr Kings first official night shift. It was fun to be on the outside looking in. To see Jack do what he does best.

- Because Ellis had been the R2 that just hadn’t felt like she belonged on dayshift

- So every time she saw that big smile and little bounce in Mel’s step after Dr Abbot gave her a “nicely done Dr King”, Ellis smiled to herself and wondered how in the hell Sam was going two fit 2 more chairs at thanksgiving dinner this year

#the pitt #the pitt hbo #the pitt headcanons #the pitt imagine #dr jack abbot #jack abbot x ofc #dr parker ellis #dr melissa king

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danieyells · 14 hours ago

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Lmaoooo it's so hard not to be impatient when they're revealing everything so slowly!! I will fly to their Seattle office if it means they'll tell me what I wanna know!!! lmao

Taiga wouldn't necessarily know that it could or couldn't be destroyed because, like Hyde said, warding cards being destroyable by anomalies is something that happens on a case by case basis! ('case by case" was the wording in japanese anyway i can't remember what he said in English off the top of my head haha) The general knowledge is 'warding cards can't be destroyed so they're safe to take on missions' and Taiga would probably not have much use for them himself with how skilled(and reckless) he is--so it's entirely possible that he just didn't know or his only experiences were with the ones that wouldn't be destroyed by anomalies. His ability to know things he shouldn't isn't necessarily infallible so it's fair that he'd run into gaps in awareness--or that he would just be wrong. And Romeo probably wouldn't know either--and if they're not taught that anomalies can sometimes destroy warding cards then there's no way for Ritsu to have known either. Of course it could have also slipped everyone's minds. . .I mean the pc didn't say anything so. Probably an easy detail to forget when you have to learn so much other stuff about anomalies haha. . . .

We know it brings back anomalous items because Romeo's gun exploded and then went back to normal when they left. And suggesting that the warding card can't go back to normal after it's used just reenforces that it was real, which is exactly what I was saying lol

I wonder if the pc's warding card went back to normal? Then again I think Ritsu said that some can only be used once while others need recharging--so if hers needed recharging rather than being one-use it wouldn't really tell us anything either lol. . . .

ALSO

A THOUGHT

THE CARD'S PREVIOUS STATE WAS NOT DAMAGED. THE CARD DID NOT GO BACK TO NORMAL.

BECAUSE IT HAD ALREADY BEEN USED TO PROTECT ROMEO FROM TAIGA'S BULLET.

HYDE SAID THAT WARDING CARDS MAY BE ABLE TO BE DESTROYED BY ANOMALOUS MEANS AND TAIGA'S GUN IS ANOMALOUS.

THE CARD IS REAL.

#tdb

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drivestraight · 21 hours ago

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If take responsibility won't be finished, could you tell us what was going on w the abo aspect of it (Lando specifically) bc that was what I was the most curious about

here's like. a scene. that should explain it.

Oscar flew to Qatar a day after Lando.

They usually flew to all the races together, but sometimes Lando flew with Max, and Max had an earlier flight schedule.

Then as soon as Oscar landed, as soon as he got cell service, he got a phone call from Zak.

There was an emergency meeting. As Oscar was driven to the hotel, he kept asking what was wrong, who would be at the meeting, why everyone seemed so panicked, if god forbid someone died, because that’s how everyone was acting, but no one was able to give him any answers. Oscar realized probably they knew just as much as he did.

Zak sounded uncomfortable on the phone. He looked even more uncomfortable in the conference room they secured in the hotel, sitting at the head of the table, next to Andrea. The only other people at the table were Jon, Lando’s manager Mark, and the team physician. It was strange: Lando’s immediate team was here, but Lando wasn’t.

“Where’s Lando?” were the first words out of Oscar’s mouth.

Zak’s face twitched. Andrea and Jon looked away. Mark pressed his lips together. The team physician turned her head to look at Zak.

Then Zak took a deep breath. Disgust curled on his mouth as he told Oscar how they found Lando that morning, changed.

He sat in silence for a long time. They all did. They were looking at Oscar, gauging his response.

Oscar only swallowed, took a deep breath, and said, “Okay.”

The world was breaking open.

“Is he alright?” Oscar asked, throat tight.

He had to force himself to meet Zak’s eyes.

This time, Zak didn’t respond. Jon did. His face was pale, and he answered, “He’s still going through the changes right now. He’ll miss the race.”

“Oh,” Oscar said, because he couldn’t think of anything else to say. He felt lightheaded with anger.

He didn’t have to ask how it happened. He knew how things like these supposedly went—but they were old wives’ tales. Crude things young alphas spout. Rumors they’d spread about alphas they didn’t like. Jokes they would sneer when they were too young to know better, too young to be scared, too young to realize what it’d mean. None of it was real.

It was different, hearing this, as an alpha. Oscar knew this. It made something crawl up the back of his neck—a feeling he couldn’t put a name to. It was worse than mere disgust; it was electric hot. Zak was the only other alpha in the room—Oscar could tell that he felt it too.

It’d have to take a number of times, a number of knots. It doesn’t happen easily. It doesn’t happen by accident. It doesn’t happen all at once.

He wondered how Lando had felt when his body was starting to change. If he had even noticed. If he had even cared.

He tried to focus: he looked at the stupid television screen mounted to the wall behind Zak. He could see his own silhouette.

Andrea explained, “We’re flying Pato in.”

Oscar chewed the inside of his cheek raw. He could feel his mouth coming apart. Iron on his tongue. He thought about Lando, changing. He bit the inside of his mouth harder. Oscar had to stop thinking about it. It was a few weeks to his rut. He couldn’t remember if he popped a scent blocker pill this morning. He slept on the plane. He was barely awake when he was being ushered into the car, and everyone had been in such a rush to get him to the hotel that he hadn’t thought to apply a patch.

If he kept thinking about it, he knew that Zak would smell it.

“Thanks for giving me a heads-up,” Oscar said, his voice strange to his own ears. He didn’t sound like himself and he didn’t feel like himself. He felt animal. He shifted in his seat, making to leave—to get out of there before he did something stupid, like punch the wall in front of his bosses.

And then Andrea cleared his throat.

“Oscar,” he said, voice calm, “that isn’t all.”

Oscar’s teeth clattered and ground together. He stayed in place.

He drew in a breath, then went on, “In a few days, probably Sunday night, early Monday, we have been advised that—Lando will likely have a heat.”

It was hard to hear. He liked it better when they were talking around it. Not putting any real terms to it. Lando and heat made him feel lightheaded, dizzy and out of control.

“Oh,” he said, and he didn’t know why they were telling him this. “Okay.”

But maybe that was a lie. Oscar knew—he just didn’t want to.

They didn’t have to say the words, but he knew, instinctively, what they wanted from him, what they were asking from him. He wasn’t an idiot.

He licked his mouth and played pretend. When his tongue swiped the corner of his mouth, he thought of Lando’s nervous tick, and started to feel sick all over again.

“He’ll have, like—” It felt weird in Oscar’s mouth to say, but he pushed forward, “A knotting aid, and stuff, right?”

He would push for that. Something like that, where Oscar wouldn’t have to be involved, where no one would have to be involved, was their best bet.

And then the team physician finally spoke up and said, “He can’t.”

Oscar’s mouth felt dry. His throat hurt. There it was again: the taste of blood. “What?” he asked, then added, “It’s just a heat—”

The shame only came later.

“It’s a first heat,” the doctor interrupted, looking Oscar coldly in the eyes: head-on.

“He’ll need an alpha. It’s too dangerous otherwise,” she continued, and intensely, Oscar felt this: that he hated her, that he wanted to rip her throat out. More than anything, he hated himself for thinking that. He couldn’t get himself into order. How could Lando be so stupid?

“Then get the one who did this to him,” Oscar said, jaw clenching.

“Oscar,” Zak interrupted, “we can’t—”

“Why not?” Oscar asked. His voice was rough and guttural. No one was answering him, so he swallowed and tried to calm himself down. He hated how angry he was getting. Then he asked, “Do you know who it is?” and he felt even worse.

Zak looked angry too, but it wasn’t directed at Oscar. “Yes,” he said, “we do.”

“Then get that alpha, not me—”

“It’s a conflict of interest, Oscar,” Andrea said, and the world slowed.

“What?”

Andrea exhaled.

We cannot risk the other teams finding out,” he said, and Oscar still didn’t understand.

“Then have them sign an NDA,” Oscar said. “Shouldn’t be too hard.”

“Oscar,” Andrea said, and Oscar hated the sound of his name in everyone else’s mouths, like they were trying to calm him down. “It won’t work, even if he does. It’s still a conflict.”

“Why?” Oscar asked, getting the feeling that he was missing out on something. That they were all still keeping something from him.

He realized he was asking the wrong question.

“Who is it?” Oscar asked, and a sinking feeling was starting to settle in his gut.

There were rumors of course. Nasty ones. Mostly by losers online who didn’t have anything better to do with their lives. It started growing throughout the season, intensifying. They were given a narrative and they made do with it—ran with it.

But just because they said it, didn’t mean it had to be true.

“No,” Oscar said, because he knew it wasn’t true. “It’s not—”

“It is,” Mark said. “He was calling for him in the morning.”

Oscar let out a noise that was half between a laugh and a scoff. He wanted to say something stupid like maybe he meant the other one, but Oscar knew that couldn’t have been the case.

He looked down at his lap. His head was reeling. He felt sick. Had to push the nausea away.

Had to focus.

“Okay, sure,” he said, jaw going tough. He couldn’t think about it, what they were telling him. “But I won’t do it.”

He had to draw the line here. He had to draw the line somewhere.

Zak looked at him with heat, and Oscar gathered they were having something like a standoff. Zak has never liked him so much, at least not as much as he’s always liked Lando, and Oscar, in that moment, realized why: that maybe, deep down, Zak had always seen him as a threat.

“It’s your duty,” Zak said, “as his teammate.”

Oscar shook his head. His hands were in fists under the table. He knew his face was red. “It’s not in my contract to clean up after my teammate’s messes.”

It was getting tense: Oscar could see Jon and Mark and the physician go rigid, shifting away from Oscar, from Zak.

Andrea was calm, and Oscar’s eyes drifted to him when he said, with firmness, but with a different sort of decisiveness than Zak, “You have to give him your full support.”

Oscar almost laughed. That’s what I’ve been doing all year, he didn’t say.

Instead, he asked, “What happens if I don’t?”

Andrea pursed his mouth. There was a buzzing in Oscar’s ears when Andrea said, “We would like to not have to explore other avenues.”

Oscar didn’t feel like arguing anymore. He didn’t say anything more. He only asked if he could go now, and they all gave him a careful look until Zak nodded his head, decisive. Oscar rushed to his feet and stormed out of the room.

He paused once he was out in the corridor. Leaned against the wall. Shut his eyes. Didn’t think about it.

He didn’t think about it:

Lando, twisting and writhing around in bed. Lando, gasping into the sheets. Lando, sweating. Lando, in pain. Lando, the heat of his body. Lando, the hard edges softening against his nature. Lando, where he must have been coming undone, wet and open.

He didn’t think about it:

Lando, still an alpha then, taking Max’s knot, huge and swelling inside of him, the point of no return.

#my writing #take responsibility

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Tricky Situations

Cody Rhodes/Runnels x Reader

TW: Lots of fluff, bad language, no smut but mentions of sexual actions, sexual tension, idiots in love. This is based on a request made my the wonderful and amazing @reebs-luvs-rhodes-and-wrestling, so I hope you all love it <3

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Cody Rhodes and Y/N L/N were the definition of platonic soulmates. They were the perfect mold for anyone to model their friendship after. Their camaraderie was the stuff of legend, both on and off the screen. Fans adored their playful banter during interviews, their synchronized moves in the ring, and the genuine affection that radiated between them. They were the dynamic duo, the unbeatable team, the best friends who had each other's backs no matter what.

Backstage it was no different, they were inseparable. Whether it was grabbing coffee before a show, rehearsing promos, hanging out in the locker room, or watching movies all night in their shared hotel room. Y/N and Cody were always together. It was rare that anyone would ever catch one without the other.

In the beginning, they raised a lot of eyebrows. There was a lot of speculation of them being in a relationship due to how often they were seen together, but those rumors were quickly put to rest. While many fans still “shipped” the together, everyone knew their relationship would remain friendly as it always had been.

In interviews there were always questions about certain moments in Kayfabe or even about photos taken of them outside of the ring that questioned their friendship. But their answers were always the same.

“Ew, he’s like my brother.”

“Absolutely not. She’s my best friend.”

“I’d probably throw up if he tried to kiss me, honestly.”

“She snores when she sleeps, I don’t think I could spend the rest of my life living with that torture.”

The responses were always playful, filled with banter like every conversation they had. They would slap each other or shove each other if they chose to be a little extra sensitive, but it was all in good nature.

Still though, no matter how many times they said things between them were completely platonic, the edits, memes, conspiracy theories, and social media posts never faded.

It didn’t bother them though. The only people who needed to know the true nature of their relationship was them, and they were content with that. They still went about their life as usual. Traveling to venues together, doing interviews, grabbing dinner, walking Pharaoh, even training new students at the Nightmare Factory.

Everything was great. Until Paul Levesque decided he wanted Cody and Y/S/N to do a promo with Rhea Ripley and Dominik Mysterio. Rhea and Y/S/N had a rivalry going on and it was good for the storyline to have Cody and Dom by their sides as support, which would eventually lead to a mixed tag match.

It was always hard to keep a straight face when arguing on screen with Rhea as Y/N and Demi actually had a really strong friendship backstage. So they had to constantly think of negative things to remain in character. It helped having Cody out there as seeing him be “The American Nightmare” rather than Cody Runnels kept her in check.

The promo itself was going well. The audience was completely entranced by the words and shots being taken. Dominik didn’t get much out before being booed which lead perfectly to Cody chiming in sarcastically before Rhea jumped in to defend her man. They played off each other nicely. The difference in their dynamics kept everyone hooked.

Then came the portion where Rhea had to take a cheap shot at Y/S/N. She was ready to take her bump, Cody shifting slightly so he wouldn’t be in the way. But Y/N felt something was wrong as Rhea went to give her a big boot. Y/N went to sell the hell out of it, the bottom of her boot connecting to the side of her face. She throws herself backwards, but instead of meeting the mat below her, she collides with a broad chest that definitely was not supposed to be there.

Y/N groans as she hears Cody cough beneath her. They landed in a heap of tangled limbs. Both of them try to get to their feet as fast as possible, knowing this fall wasn’t scripted, but things only worsened as they moved.

Y/N tries to stand the same time Cody tries to roll over which somehow ends with Y/N straddling Cody, his hands on her waist in the middle of the ring.

Her face flushes as whistles erupt throughout the audience. She glances down at Cody who looks stoic on the outside but she can see the panic behind his ice blue eyes.

“You gonna get up, Y/N/N?” He whispers through tight-lips so only she can hear.

Y/N snaps out of her daze, “Right, sorry.”

Y/N scrambles back up to her feet, doing her best to remain in character as she helps Cody up. Unfortunately the damage was already done. The arena was buzzing with giggling fans, future rumors, and the snapping of cameras.

Michael Cole and Pat McAfee let out the most natural laughs they could, making some sort of joke to try and distract everyone from the scene, and while it was appreciated, it definitely didn’t work. Y/N and Cody went to walk backstage and out of muscle memory, he went to put his hand on her lower back to guide her, but as soon as they heard the whistles from the crowd he retracted his touch. They both share the same anxious look before completely disappearing into the back.

Turns out their coworkers are even more immature than the fans. Everyone they walked past made a comment about it, whether it was subtle or not depended on the person. Y/N rolled her eyes particularly hard when walking by Logan Paul who let out an obnoxious whistle.

“Damn, Cody! You are one lucky S.O.B.” He pats his back before looking Y/N up and down and continuing on his way.

Y/N clenches her fist in anger and she turns to give the Maverick a piece of her mind. Just as she’s about to pounce, Cody places his hands on her waist gently. She turns to him, an incredulous look on her face as she can’t believe he’s stopping her.

He shakes his head, “He’s not worth whatever witty thing you’re about to say,” he tells her with his signature half smile. It doesn’t quite reach his eyes as he’s no doubt feeling the same embarrassment she is. “Don’t waste it on him. C’mon…” he pulls her along with him, “Let’s go get you some fruit from catering.”

Just hearing him speak managed to cool her rising anger. She melted into his touch, allowing him to guide her back to catering. He somehow always knows exactly what to say to fix everything. It only made it better when he grabbed them a plate to share, managing to remember every single one of her favorite fruits. Thankfully, no one else said anything along the way about the incident in the ring. It’s times like this where Y/N is so grateful to have a best friend like Cody.

But things felt a bit off once they sat down. Anytime they made eye contact, both of them would immediately look away, like they had been caught doing something bad. Or their faces would heat up from the prolonged glances. They both chalked it up to being embarrassed by what happened, but something definitely changed in the air that surrounded their friendship.

They just didn’t know what yet.

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From that day on, Cody and Y/N found themselves getting into very similar situations. No matter where they went, the tension between them seemed to grow. Their conversations seemed much more charged than usual, the glances they shared seemed to last a bit longer, touches linger for longer than they should, even something as simple as watching movies together in the hotel room suddenly became a bit more intense than usual.

Y/N groaned irritatedly as the pen she was using to sign autographed pictures of herself ran out of ink. She managed to get ready quicker than usual so she scrambled over to get these signatures done. She had been slacking in doing them recently and she felt terrible. She would be nowhere without her fans so the least she could do is get these autographs done.

However, it becomes a slight challenge as she chucks the dead pen in the garbage can in the corner of the room before walking out. She remembers one of the grips told her that there was a supply closet around the corner if she needed anything so she headed that way.

Well, she tried to.

A small ‘umph’ leaves her as she collides into a solid chest. Her eyes travel upwards, apology locked and loaded for not watching where she was going, until her irises locked with a familiar pair of icy blue ones.

“Hey, Y/N/N…” Cody greets with a smile. “What are you doing? Don’t you have a match?”

Y/N visibly relaxes, glad she doesn’t have to profusely apologize for being a klutz as Cody is already well aware of the fact. She quirks a playful brow, “Yeah, in like an hour,” she laughs. “Damn with the way you said that you’d think I was a slacker or something.”

Cody’s eyes widen, “No– No, that’s not what I meant. I just didn’t know if you needed to go and run over some bumps or–”

Y/N pokes his chest playfully, “Relax. I’m kidding,” she gestures for him to follow after her as she continues down the hallway. “But no, Gionna and I are good. We were at it for like six hours yesterday. I’m just signing autographs right now since I got the time, but my pen died, so I’m just grabbing a new one.”

“Always working, aren’t you?” He nudges her shoulder with his, making her stumble into the wall.

She sends a teasing glare, “Well one of us has to,” she fires sassily before opening the door to the supply closet and walking in, Cody following closely behind.

“Are you implying I don’t work?” He crosses his arms over his chest as he starts helping her go through the plethora of boxes to find one with pens.

“What? No,” she scoffs teasingly. “I would never say such a thing.”

“And this is why you could never play a convincing heel,” he smirks back at her, grabbing a box from a higher shelf. “You can’t lie for shit.”

Y/N’s scoffs loudly, whipping her head around, “For your information–”

She’s suddenly cut off by one of the many boxes filled with heavy items start falling from high above. Cody notices, grabbing Y/N’s shoulders protectively before pulling her into his chest. The two of them collide with the door they left slightly ajar. The door slams shut with a small click as the box hits the floor with a loud thud.

Cody and Y/N stand there breathlessly, Y/N leaning onto Cody’s chest as he keeps his hands firm on her hips. The two of them look down at the spilled contents all over the floor and begin laughing.

“Well… found your pens,” he says cheekily.

Y/N rolls her eyes, but nonetheless bends over to pick one up. “Would’ve been more helpful if I didn’t have to almost die to get them.”

“Luckily for both of us you didn’t,” he says endearingly. He’s always loved how overdramatic she can get. He turns to grab the door handle, “Now let’s get outta here so you can finish signing–”

The door handle won’t budge.

Y/N lifts an eyebrow, “Need a hand, Runnels?”

He jiggles the handle roughly, “It won’t open.”

“What?”

“The door,” Cody pulls a bit harder, “It won’t open.”

Y/N tries to move around his large frame, but with the space being so crammed it’s a tight fit. She manages to wiggle in front of him, looking down at the door handle. She tries to open it herself which makes Cody exhale rather loudly.

“Wow, wish I would’ve thought of that,” he quips sassily.

Y/N looks over her shoulder, sending a glare his way. “I was just trying to see.”

“I said it won’t open, how is you doing the exact same thing I did gonna help?”

“I don’t know!” Y/N exclaims, growing more frustrated with their situation. “I’m just trying to help.”

“Is there a lock on it or something?” He asks, trying to see through the darkness.

Y/N bends down a little bit, not aware of how hard she’s pressing into Cody. Not that they can go anywhere or put much distance between them. So the man simply inhales sharply but says nothing. “It looks like it’s manually locked by a key,” she reveals, running a hand over her face. “Which means we’re stuck until one of the maintenance workers can come open it.”

“You don’t have your phone on you to call someone?” Cody asks her, noticing the growing heat in the small closet. When the door was open it seemed much bigger, enough to fit both of them. But now it feels if either of them were to take a breath that it might make them suffocate.

“No,” Y/N sighs frustratedly. “I left it in the other room.” She turns, narrowing her eyes at him, “Where’s your phone?” She asks in an almost accusatory tone.

Cody shrugs, “In my locker. I was going over my promo in hair and makeup so I put it away, that way I wouldn’t get distracted.”

“Convenient…” she mumbles, glancing around to try and find something to open the door.

“Why are you mad at me?” Cody furrows his eyebrows. “It’s not my fault.”

Y/N huffs, realizing her snippiness shouldn’t be directed at him. She turns around without thinking, her face suddenly impossibly close to his. Her chest presses against his mid-section, his ice blue eyes boring into hers. Her breath hitches when she realizes that their noses are practically touching. She swallows the butterflies that appeared out of nowhere. Her mind feels overly fuzzy. She doesn’t understand what brought on the rush of nerves, but she doesn’t want to know.

“I’m not mad at you,” she finally utters, much quieter than she thought she was going to. “I’m just… trying to find a way out.”

Cody stares at her, feeling her chest rise and fall with each breath. His hand twitches at his side as the impulsive urge to place his hand on her waist fills his mind. He notices how her eyes flicker across his face, never travelling below his neck. It makes him wonder if it’s on purpose or if she naturally just possesses that high level of respect that forces her to maintain eye contact.

“Well, I’m not working against you Y/N/N,” Cody smiles softly at her. “I’m trying to help too, y’know…” he says teasingly.

Y/N rolls her eyes, but she can’t help smiling at him. “I know… ’m sorry for snapping at you,” she mumbles. “Just don’t wanna be stuck in here for longer than we have to.”

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you two heads are better than one?”

“It shouldn’t take two heads to unlock a door,” Y/N fires back sassily.

“Then I guess that makes us special, huh?” He grins goofily and Y/N wishes she could pretend to be annoyed, but she can’t help herself when a soft chuckle escapes her lips.

“Just shut up and help me,” Y/N grumbles, forcing herself to look serious.

Cody throws his hands up in mock defense, “Okay, okay… so angry.”

The two of them glance around the small space, trying to find anything that might serve as some sort of assistance. Unfortunately, everything in the small storage closet doesn’t fit the criteria for their circumstances.

“There’s seriously no safety pins in here?” Y/N asks aloud, squinting her eyes to read some of the labels on the cardboard.

Cody’s brows furrow “What would you do with a safety pin?”

Y/N doesn’t look back at him, answering matter-of-factly, “Pick the lock, obviously.”

“How do you know how to pick a lock?” He stares at his best friend with an expression that definitely surpasses shock.

Y/N pauses, finally looking back at him, his body still behind hers. “Do you really want to know the answer to that question?” She asks.

“Yeah, kinda,” Cody nods with a scoff, his face still scrunched with confusion.

Y/N remains silent for a moment, “Before Good left for AEW, we had a couple of… interesting experiences together.”

“What does that even mean?” Cody interrogates. He shifts slightly, accidentally brushing Y/N’s backside with the movement. If she noticed, she doesn’t say anything, still messing with the door handle in front of her.

Y/N sighs, yanking the handle with a bit more force than necessary. “We were drunk at an after party for one of the PLE’s like five years ago and we got locked out on the roof. Neither of us could call anyone so he asked me if I had a safety pin. I had one on my skirt ‘cause it was too big and long story short, he showed me how to pick a lock.”

“Why have I never heard this story?” He asks with a frown. He knows he shouldn’t be jealous. Y/N’s always been friendly, she’s got a good rapport with pretty much everyone in the locker room. Plus, she worked closely with The Shield during their prime, so it only makes sense that she had a good relationship with Jonathan Good. The logic didn’t help soothe the uncomfortable burning in his chest at the thought of her being close like this with someone else.

She shrugs, “Never came up. Well… until now at least.”

Cody forced his mind to stay on the situation at hand. He reaches around her, trying to grab the door handle, “Here, let me try something.”

Y/N unintentionally stiffens as Cody’s arms wrap around her. She can feel his chin practically resting on her shoulder, his breath fanning her neck lightly. Her pulse quickens as his body heat becomes almost unbearable. It’s not like he hasn’t had his arms around her before, but this feels different. Maybe it’s just her who feels it, but she can’t ignore the surge of pure electricity coursing through her just by his presence. Ever since that day when she took the botched bump, small moments like this have become harder to view as friendly.

Her hands are pressed against the door in front of her to keep her upright as Cody methodically fiddles with the handle. She doesn’t know if he’s aware of how hard he’s pushing her forward, but it’s not of importance.

“You all right?” Cody asks worriedly, much too close to her ear. Chills run down her spine as she tries to come up with a coherent sentence. He felt her tense up the moment he moved closer to her so he wanted to check in. He didn’t realize the reason she’s unable to speak or even think properly is because of him.

“Uh– yeah, yeah I’m good. It’s just getting kinda warm in here,” Y/N replies, her throat bobbing as she swallows harshly.

Cody glances at her arms, “You sure you’re warm? You’ve got goosebumps.”

The way he meant it was completely innocent but the tone in his voice made Y/N inhale sharply, eyes closing as she repeatedly reminds herself that this man is like a brother to her. Though it seems the more she says it the less convinced she actually is.

“Nope,” she says stiffly. “Definitely hot. Super warm.”

Cody uses one of his hands, curling his arm to place it on her cheek in a delicate manner. It’s something he had done millions of times when she was feeling ill as a way to check her temperature. Feeling his hand on her skin simply makes her burn up even more. Her heart rate is beating so loud she’s more than ninety percent sure he could hear it. Yet his face remains unaffected, the emotion of concern being the only thing he’s letting show. Y/N finds herself leaning into him, their bodies pushed even closer together. His lips are still impossibly close to her neck due to their awkward stance. One slight shift in footing and he’d kissing the sensitive area.

“You do feel a little warm,” Cody voices, his bright blue eyes scanning over her. He notices the irregular way her chest rises and falls with every breath. Her eyes seem unnaturally hooded and her lips are parted slightly. He wonders what could possibly be going on with her to warrant this shift in behavior. She was her normal self just mere moments ago. “Have you been feeling sick?”

Sick isn’t the word to currently describe how she’s feeling.

“No,” Y/N tells him, trying to muster up her most unbothered smile, but judging by the skeptical look on Cody’s face, she didn’t do a very good job. “I’m feeling okay. Maybe I’m just getting claustrophobic or something.”

That’s when his focus is completely taken away from the door. The hand that was on her cheek drifts down to her neck to see if her raised temperature is even everywhere while his other hand grips onto her hip. Y/N exhales, her eyes fully closing as the sensations become much too overwhelming. She doesn’t understand why she’s feeling this way. Cody pauses for a second too long, silently hoping Y/N doesn’t notice. He feels the way her body relaxes into him. He fights the urge to squeeze the fat of her hip, reminding himself that this is Y/N. His best friend Y/N. But the tantalizing smell of coconut, eucalyptus, and oak fogs his mind for a brief moment. But that brief moment is all it takes. He finds himself leaning forward, his lips just barely hovering above the sweet spot behind her ear. He swears he can hear a small whimper leave her, but ultimately chalks it up to his imagination.

Just as it seems they’re about to forgo any personal boundaries, the two of them are launched forward and tumble to the floor with a loud thud. The two of them groan in different pitches as they realize someone had finally opened the door from the outside. “I told you I heard someone in there,” the familiar voice of Kevin Steen catches their attention.

Y/N forces herself to hide her flustered state by avoiding any and all eye contact with Cody. However, it’s very difficult as the man can’t seem to stop staring at her, despite the fact they had just been caught in a closet together, a bit too close for a reasonable explanation.

“I never said you were wrong,” Randy Orton shrugs. “Just said I didn’t hear anything and would laugh if we opened it and it was empty.”

“Well, it wasn’t,” Kevin says triumphantly. “And we just saved their lives,” he glances at the two best friends who are now slowly getting up from the floor. “You’re welcome by the way.”

“Yeah, thanks…” Y/N says gratefully, still trying to avoid staring at Cody so it comes off a bit more awkward than she intended.

“What were you guys even doing in there anyway?” Randy questions, arms folded over his chest somehow making him appear even bigger than he already is.

That’s when it happens. Y/N and Cody look at each other, both of their mouths open slightly as they try to find something to say. They didn’t do anything wrong, yet it felt like they were being caught doing something inappropriate by one of their parents. It didn’t make sense. Why did it feel like a lie if they were to say their original plan was to look for pens and they ended up getting locked in there? That truly was what happened, but by the way she can still feel a buzz on her cheek where his hand used to be, it felt dishonest to minimize the impact that tiny closet had.

“She was signing autographs and her pen died,” Cody finally answered for the both of them. But even though he was answering Randy, his eyes continuously flickered over to the woman next to him. “So we tried to find one and ended up getting locked in.”

Y/N was grateful he was able to say that and appear as though he believed it. She isn’t sure she could’ve gotten through it without looking absolutely guilty of something she didn’t even do.

“And neither of you bothered to call for help?” Kevin asks with a small chuckle. “You guys do know cellphones are a thing now, right?”

“Neither of us had ours,” Y/N speaks up, the steadiness in her voice surprising her. “I left mine in the signing room and Cody’s is in his locker.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Randy shakes his head before patting Y/N’s back with a fond grin. “You two always seem to be the ones getting stuck in situations like this.”

“Believe me, we’re not purposefully going out of our way to get stuck in closets,” Y/N replies with a lighthearted laugh, the tension from Cody’s touch slowly easing out of her shoulders. “I guess it’s just a best friend curse or something,” she glances over at Cody.

“I don’t know about that,” Kevin teases, bumping Cody’s shoulder as the five of them begin heading down the hallway to finish prepping for their long night. “Randy and I have never been caught in a closet like that. You two looked pretty snug.”

“Shut up,” Y/N scoffs with an eye roll. “Where else could we have gone? Up on the shelves? Wasn’t exactly a lot of room in there.”

Cody remains silent as the three people next to him continue to joke around. He doesn’t know why he can’t bring himself to chime in, but every time he looks at Y/N he can feel his hands become clammy and a feverous chill pass through him. The way she’s smiling as Randy keeps his arm securely around her shoulders, and the way she playfully pushes Kevin away as he continues to berate them for the questionable circumstances she cand Cody continue to end up in. It makes him furrow his brows as he tries to figure out where these sudden changes in his feelings are coming from. All he can decipher is that he may have enjoyed being pressed up against her a bit too much when they were stuck in that closet.

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Things had seemed to calm down slightly over the next week or so. While memes and rumors still circulated about the nature of Cody and Y/N’s friendship, they hadn’t done anything more to incriminate themselves. The supply closet incident thankfully stayed between them, Randy, and Kevin, so there was no more ammunition for people to continue using.

… Until now.

One early morning in Cody’s hometown of Atlanta Georgia, he had invited Y/N to stay with him for the week so he could show her around. SmackDown was going to be there that Friday so he figured they could spend a few days before just hanging out before the show. It wasn’t the first time she had stayed with him, but it had definitely been a while. He had gotten her up early Thursday morning and forced her to go to the gym at the Nightmare Factory. She protested, wanting to sleep in, but he wouldn’t allow it. Said she’d feel better if they got their workout out of the way first so they could have the rest of the day to themselves.

She hated it, but she knew he was right. She’d despise herself more if they waited until later. So she begrudgingly forced herself out of the comfortable bed in his spare bedroom and went with him to the gym.

Y/N enjoyed working out at the private gym at Cody’s training facility. It once belonged to his dad, but it was passed down to him after Dusty passed. That was a hard time for everyone, especially considering the amount of time Y/N spent with the Runnels family.

Things had been going well. It was a chest and shoulders day, so they went through their usual workouts, doing their separate weights and stretches until they met up to spot each other at the bench press. Cody went first, smirking as he slid more plates on the bar. Y/N rolled her eyes at his cockiness but nonetheless kept herself ready just in case his muscles weren’t strong enough for his ego.

Then it was her turn. She got into position, adding more weight than she normally does. It’s that time of the year where she bulks before doing a huge cut so she’s pushing herself to lift more than usual. Cody raises an eyebrow but says nothing, knowing better than to question the strength of his best friend.

But he quickly realizes that maybe he should have. Y/N is fine for the first three reps, until he notices the smallest quiver in her arms as she goes to press up for the fourth time. He watches as her back begins to lift off the bench and he moves to help her rack the bar before she hurts herself.

Unfortunately, right as he goes to grab the bar, she pushes up at the exact same time which makes him lose his balance.

“Shit,” Cody yelps as he uses his unnatural reflexes to toss the bar to the floor before it could crush Y/N. Unfortunately it wasn’t fast enough to stop his frame from toppling forward with the momentum and crashing on top of her on the bench.

Y/N lets out a loud grunt as she’s crushed by her best friend. It takes her a moment to realize the precarious position they now find themselves in. She freezes as her eyes settle directly on Cody’s crotch which is definitely too close to her face for comfort. She can feel him tense on top of her as he comes to terms with how close his own mouth is to her lower extremities.

Neither of them move. If anyone were to walk in or look on from the many windows, all of the times they denied being just friends would no longer matter. No one would believe them if they were caught like this. But for some reason they stay like that. Breathing heavily as they sit in the electrified silence.

If Y/N were to listen to her intrusive thoughts, she would have leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the slight bulge in his sweatpants, but thankfully she has some sense of self control.

Cody swallows roughly, not able to look away from where his eyeline is currently lined up. He could easily slide his fingers up through her spandex. He mentally scolds himself for thinking that about her, but the thought in itself is enough to make his face flush red.

He finally snaps out of his trance, rolling off of her and onto the floor. Y/N keeps her eyes on the ceiling for a split second longer before finally sitting up and looking at Cody. They both were at a loss for words as they tried to figure out what to say to each other after what just happened.

Cody’s the first one to finally speak up, “Are you okay?”

Y/N nods slowly, “Yeah… Are you?”

“Yeah,” he replies.

Y/N can feel her neck heating up as her mind continues replaying the incident that just unfolded. Her eyes flicker down to his lips, biting the inside of her cheek trying to find a way to control herself. She finally finds the right words to say to try and move them forward. “Wanna go get breakfast?”

Cody stares at her blankly until an amused laugh leaves his lips. He shakes his head, pushing himself up off the floor before sticking his hand out to her. “Yeah, let’s get out of here before you try to kill me again.”

“You fell on top of me!” She exclaims playfully, taking his palm in hers as they walk out of the gym and to his car.

The two of them playfully bicker, things falling back into a natural rhythm as they try to forget the heated exchange that happened at the gym. Cody brought her to his favorite bagel place, the two of them enjoying their protein bagels in peace. Until Y/N’s phone begins blowing up. Her brows furrow as she sees Savelina’s name pop up. Cody takes a bite of his food before nodding his head, silently telling her to take the call.

Y/N does, “Hey, Lina. What’s up?”

“Please tell me you’ve checked at least one of your social media accounts in the last thirty minutes,” the woman rushes out, her voice containing an edge of panic.

“No…” Y/N trails off, sharing a worried look with Cody. “Why, what’s going on?”

“Is Cody with you?”

“Yeah…” Y/N trails off with a nervous chuckle. “You’re scaring me, Lina. What’s going on?”

“Here, I’ll send it to you,” she answers.

Y/N takes her phone away from her ear to check her text messages. When she opens their thread, her eyes practically pop out of her head. “Holy shit!”

Cody jumps from the sudden raise in her voice. There’s a tad bit of cream cheese on the corner of his mouth which makes her want to giggle but her mind is still focused on the photo Savelina just sent her. Y/N puts her on speaker so Cody can hear. “That wasn’t even an hour ago,” Y/N says exasperatedly.

“Yeah, I guess a fan was walking past at the wrong time and snapped the photo.”

Cody looks at his best friend, “What photo?”

Y/n sighs before pulling up the picture again and shows it to Cody’s who’s face mimicked her own expression from moments ago. “Shit…” he mumbles.

“You guys are trending number one on X right now,” Sav warns them. “So I would lay low for the next few days if I were you. I’m sure one of you will be getting a call from someone soon.”

Y/N exhales frustratedly, running a hand over her face. Not even three seconds later, Cody’s phone begins to buzz. Both of them tense as they watch Paul Levesque’s name pop up. Y/N hits her head on the dash compartment before speaking again, “Thanks for the warning, Lina.”

“Yeah, good luck guys.” The woman says sympathetically before hanging up.

Cody begrudgingly answers Paul’s call, putting him on speaker. Both of the best friends prepare themselves to get yelled at by their boss. “Hey Paul,” Cody says with a sigh.

“I’m assuming you’ve seen the photo,” Paul says, not angry or disappointed, maybe even slightly amused.

“Just now, yeah,” Cody answers, his hand running over his jaw.

“Is Y/N still with you?”

“Hey Paul…” Y/N greets awkwardly.

“Yeah, I figured,” he says. They hear papers shuffling on his end of the line which indicates that he’s probably already at the arena. “I need you guys to come in a bit earlier so we can do some… damage control on this whole situation before it gets blown out of proportion.”

“All right,” Cody agrees. “We’ll be there.”

“Perfect. See you in a few.”

As soon as Paul hung up the phone, the first thing that came out of either of them was one simple statement.

“We’re fucked.”

By the time they showered, got dressed, and drove over to the arena, an hour had passed. No other talent was there yet and they were specifically instructed by the execs to avoid getting on social media today at all costs so they’ve been actively avoiding their phones.

They had gotten calls from pretty much everyone on the roster and from their families asking what is actually going on. After the fifth or sixth time of telling the story, they both wanted to just send a massive group text to everyone in order to prevent themselves from going insane.

Cody could feel Y/N’s nerves as they walked through the halls to go find Paul. She wrings her hands together, not even realizing she’s doing it. He noticed it was a habit she had when she was anxious. Without putting much thought into it, he reaches over and grabs her left hand with his right. They both flinch from the sudden shock wave that’s sent through them. Y/N’s arm buzzes from the sensation, but she can’t help lacing her fingers through his.

They fit together like a puzzle piece.

“It’s gonna be okay,” he tells her with a nod. She looks in his eyes and he really isn’t just saying that to make her feel better. He actually believes it, and his confidence is enough to make her believe it too. “Nothing bad’s gonna happen. We’ve been through worse.”

Y/N laughs but it lacks the humor it usually has, “I don’t know about that,” she says.

“We have,” Cody insists as they continue walking. “Remember two years ago when you broke your collarbone and we didn’t know how long it would be til you could come back?” He brings up the incident, a brief flash of pain crossing his face as he remembers the tumultuous time. “That to me was definitely worse than this.”

Y/N huffs, “Okay, maybe I am being a bit dramatic, but this is serious. I don’t want this to affect our careers and the business. And I really don’t want people thinking we’ve been dating this whole time and lying about it.”

“Would it really be so bad if we were?” He says out of nowhere, almost like it was an afterthought.

Y/N stops just outside of Paul’s office, her head snapping towards Cody. “What?” She asks incredulously.

“I’m just saying it wouldn’t be that bad if people assumed we had been dating this whole time,” he defends. “We do spend a lot of time together. It’s not completely out of the blue.” He takes note of the shock on Y/N’s face. “Unless you’d be embarrassed to say you were with me.”

Y/N blinks, “I never said that,” she scoffs. “I wouldn’t be embarrassed, I’m just saying I don’t want either of our careers to be focused on a relationship,” she explains. “We’ve both seen what happens when two superstars start dating. They get linked to each other and it’s almost impossible to be separated afterwards. And I don’t wanna make it a gender thing, but it’s a lot easier for the guy in the situation to not be reduced to a piece of eye candy.”

Cody sighs knowing she’s right. Y/N has put her heart and soul into her career and he would hate himself if she became tethered to him over this rumor. He didn’t know why he brought up the fact they could pretend they’d been together, but the more time that goes on, the more he realizes he wouldn’t mind calling her more than his best friend.

“I don’t want you to think I’d ever be ashamed or embarrassed to say that I was with you,” Y/N says softly, almost like she read his mind. “You’re my best friend and a great guy. I just don’t want to be a show girl that accompanies you out to your matches and then I get none of my own.”

Cody’s half grin finally shows, his dimple poking out, “You’re too badass for that. They couldn’t make you just a show girl even if they tried.” He rubs his thumb on the back of her hand, “If anything I’d be out there as your piece of ass.”

Y/N and him both share an intimate chuckle, “Okay mister quarterback of the company,” she teases as their eyes meet at the same time.

“A quarterback is nothing without their left tackle,” he says, his voice lowering as his eyes flicker to her lips briefly. Y/N feels her heart begin to race, wondering if she imagined his quick glance.

Suddenly his head ducks down closer to her face, their noses only inches apart. Y/N does her best to try and diffuse whatever tension is bubbling between them, “I don’t know anything about football…” she mumbles humorously, “so I’m starting to regret my reference.”

Cody laughs, the sound rumbling deep in his chest, “It just means I wouldn’t be successful without you,” he explains.

Y/N is no longer in control of what her body does. She finds herself leaning forward towards him as well. If either of them budged even the slightest, that photo would make them look even more incriminating. Now they would actually be guilty of lying about their relationship.

“You’d be fine without me…” she mumbles, her breath fanning his face.

“I wouldn’t want to be.”

Just as he says that, Y/N reaches up to loop her arms around his neck. Both of them are clearly running on autopilot as the heat of the moment seems to fog their brains and distract them from why they’re even at the stadium this early.

That is until they’re reminded.

“There you two are,” Paul’s voice rings out as he opens up the door to his office. Cody and Y/N jump apart, thanking their lucky stars that Paul’s face is buried in a folder with papers in complete disarray. It gives them enough time to look like they weren’t about to make out in the middle of the hallway. Cody and Y/N share a look, both of their faces burning up from whatever just occurred between them. Paul glances between them when neither of them make a move, “You guys gonna come in?”

Y/N’s the first to snap out of her trance, “Uh, yeah. Sorry,” she apologizes before following Paul into his office, Cody trailing in closely behind. “Just a little thrown off by everything going on,” she explains.

“Yeah, that’s why we wanted you guys to stay away from the internet for right now,” Paul rattles off, gesturing for them to sit down as he puts away whatever paperwork he was working on. “Things get crazy when stuff like this happens.” He finally takes a seat behind his desk, putting his whole attention on the two adults across from him. They might be considered adults by age, but by the way Paul is looking at them, anyone would think they were getting called to the principal's office.

“Listen, I’m not gonna beat around the bush, I respect you both too much to do that. I need you both to understand the severity of the situation. This incident alone might just break the internet,” Paul reveals, folding his hands together. “People are speculating that you two have been together this whole time and have been lying about it. Normally it wouldn’t be that big of a deal, but with both of you being the top two babyfaces in the company, lying doesn’t look good on you guys.”

Y/N sighs, running a hand over her face once again, “Yeah, we figured that’s what was gonna happen.”

“Long story short, we don’t want it to affect how fans look at you guys,” Paul explains. “If we have people booing you for lying then it throws off the balance of all the stories we’re trying to create for you now and in the future.” He leans forward, “So I talked to a couple of the execs and writers and we think we’ve come up with a solution.”

Cody and Y/N remain silent but nod their heads, telling their boss they’re interested in what he’s come up with. If there’s any way Paul can fix this, they’re all ears. “We want you two to come out as a couple in Kayfabe.”

Silence.

Y/N’s mind buzzes with white noise. She should have expected this. It was a logical solution to their problem. But it doesn’t change the sudden wave of nerves that takes over her at the thought of being Cody’s girlfriend, even if it is just for storyline purposes. She voiced her concerns to him in the hallway about this exact situation. She didn’t want to become his sidekick that just supported him whenever he had a match.

“I can see a look of apprehension on your face,” Paul looks at Y/N with a fond smile. “What’s up?”

She looks at Cody for a moment before turning back to Paul, “I just don’t want us to be stuck in a romance trope for the next ten years,” she voices a little too bluntly. “No offense to them, but I don’t want this to turn into a Scarlett and Karrion situation where she’s only out there to support him. I want to continue fighting the same way I’ve been doing. I won’t be benched.”

Paul tilts his head endearingly, “I wouldn’t dream of benching you, Y/N. I wouldn’t do that to either of you. This whole thing will just be a subplot to everything you both have going on,” he clarifies. “You both are frequently seen together in the ring anyway, so this just makes it a bit easier to explain. We can easily say that the photo and gym session was going to be exposed anyway to reveal your relationship in the storyline. It’ll line up perfectly for the business and won’t affect your lives outside of it.”

Cody couldn’t help but stare at her. She seems relieved at the situation being presented. He will admit that it is the best case scenario. Neither of them are in trouble and they found a solution to their problem. It’s panning out wonderfully. He just gets to spend more time with the woman he’s considered his best friend since the day they met.

But it doesn’t change the fact that he’s become much more attune to the small things that make Y/N, Y/N. Like the little dimple on her right cheek that is much deeper than the one on her left side. Or the little mischievous smirk she sports when she knows something someone else doesn’t. Or the way her voice speeds up when she’s excited to talk about something she loves. Even the little divot in between her eyebrows that appears when she’s angry or anxious about something.

Are these all things best friends take note of? Is this normal? To suddenly become obsessed with the way she tilts her head when mocking someone, leaning in close when he catches a whiff of her signature perfume. He doesn’t know when she managed to set up camp in his mind, but she’s been a resident there for the past few weeks, and he’s not sure if he’ll ever be able to get her out.

Paul notices Cody’s eyes focused on the woman next to him and he can’t help but let a small smile show. He recognizes that look. It’s the same one he remembers sporting when he first realized he was in love with his boss's daughter. It’s clear they’re both not completely ready to admit how they feel, but maybe this storyline angle will push them in the right direction.

Paul clears his throat, swallowing any teasing remark he had locked and loaded to fire at Cody. The blonde man snaps out of his thoughts and turns back to Paul with a stiff nod. “Yeah, if you think it’s best for business, I don’t see why it would be a problem.”

Y/N agrees, “We can make it work. Whatever you give us, we’ll run with it and make sure even the people who know it’s fake believe it.”

Paul’s eyes flicker over to Cody with a smirk, pushing up his reading glasses as he goes to grab another stack of paper. “I’m sure you will… Now both of you get out of here. One of the on scene writers will bring you the new scripts for tonight.”

Y/N and Cody both thank their boss profusely before walking out of his office. It’s obvious Y/N is in much higher spirits walking out than she was walking in. “Well, that went better than I expected,” she says happily.

“Yeah, yeah it did.” Cody tries to reciprocate her excitement, but part of him feels like somewhere along this road something is going to happen that’s going to throw them all for a loop.

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The reveal went better than they could have imagined. Fans were thrilled to see two of their favorite wrestlers admit their feelings for each other on screen. The writers did an incredible job building the story and telling them why they kept it a secret for as long as they did. It was received very well.

It’s been about a month since the big reveal and things couldn’t have been better for Cody and Y/N. They’ve been spending much more time together, most of their promos and matches involving the other as moral support. They’ve even started a storyline with Seth trying to poach Y/N from Cody, wanting her talent to be used to support him.

Tonight is one of the many charity galas that they get the pleasure to attend. Cody and Y/N were put in coordinating outfits, making them seem even more cohesive as an on screen couple than they already were.

The event was in full swing, everyone mingling and sharing lovely conversations. The two of them never drift very far from the other and whenever they’re together, one of them is always touching the other. Whether it’s Y/N having a hand on his chest or Cody keeping his hand leisurely on her waist or the small of her back.

Sometimes it got hard to tell the difference between the storyline and reality. Some days it really felt like they were an actual couple. Y/N didn’t realize how much she’d actually enjoy pretending to be in a relationship with him. There wasn’t a huge change from their usual dynamic besides the extra touches and kisses shared on screen. But the air between them had definitely shifted and neither of them knew what to do with it just yet. So they kept pretending it wasn’t there.

“Dang they really got you guys out here doing the most,” Phil Brooks walks up to them with a small smirk on his lips as he looks between the two younger wrestlers. “Matching outfits and everything.”

Cody laughs, his arm still comfortably around Y/N’s waist, “Gotta keep the fans happy, y’know?”

He looks in between them, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “I don’t know… you guys don’t seem too torn up about being attached at the hip,” he says teasingly.

Y/N chuckles, patting Cody’s chest with her freshly manicured nails, “It doesn’t feel much different than before,” she admits. “I’m sure he’ll piss me off eventually though.”

Cody smiles at her, “I’m sure I will too.”

Phil simply shakes his head with a knowing expression, “Careful,” he warns. “You guys keep looking at each other like that and people might start thinking this is more than just a storyline.”

And with that he walks away, leaving Cody and Y/N feeling slightly flustered though they don’t show it on the outside. They continue walking around the venue, trying the small treats here and there. Y/N grabs a mini cupcake she had noticed were Reese’s flavored before turning to Cody with a small grin. She holds the cupcake to his lips, knowing that Reese’s is his favorite candy.

Cody smiles, “Really?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Just eat it,” she huffs playfully.

Cody shakes his head but does as he’s told. He leans forward, eating the small delicacy from her hand. While he wishes he could focus on the explosion of flavor in his mouth, his focus only seems to be on her. How she’s staring at him like he’s the only other person in the room.

Her teeth sparkle underneath the lighting, “Was it good?”

“Yeah,” he replies, his mind in an otherworldly place. “Really good.”

Y/N notices the tiny bit of frosting that didn’t make it to his mouth, “Oh, you got a little something–” she reaches out, swiping it gently with her finger. Cody feels his body ignite with chills, their eyes meeting in such an intense way it makes him forget how to breathe.

Y/N pauses for a moment, her hand lingering near his face as they sit in the moment for a bit longer than necessary. Butterflies erupt in her stomach as Cody’s blue eyes bore into hers. He truly is the most handsome man she’s ever seen. Her mind runs on autopilot as she raises her finger to her mouth, sucking off the sugary icing. His eyes narrow as she does so, his pupils dilating. She smiles at him as if she wasn’t aware of the effect she just had.

“There,” Y/N says, her voice much quieter than before. “All better.”

Cody’s chest rises and falls with every bated breath as he tries to regain full control of his mind and mouth, “Thanks…”

“Of course,” she tilts her head, fixing his tie and smoothing over his suit. Her hands rest on his broad chest, loving the feeling of his muscles under her fingertips. “Can’t have my man walking around lookin’ like a mess, now can I?”

Her man.

That felt way too good and slipped off her tongue far too easily. He could get used to hearing that come from her. He’s tired of pretending like this little gimmick they have going on isn’t affecting their real relationship. It’s clear to anyone the different way they look at each other now. He would love to have her on his arm like this from here on out, but he has no idea how to approach that conversation.

“C’mon,” she nods over to a couple reporters who are asking questions to the talent. “We need to go do our interview.”

Before he has a chance to respond, her fingers are laced through his as she walks him over to one of the reporters. He’s not even sure he understood one word that came out of the journalist's mouth. The only time his hearing came back into focus was when Y/N was speaking. She would laugh, answer their question, and glance at Cody to see if he wanted to answer. They were on the fourth or fifth question by now, the American Nightmare not having uttered a word the entire time.

Y/N squeezes his bicep, “You okay?” She asks tentatively, knowing how overwhelmed he can get with press interviews at events like this. Her eyes shine with concern, silently telling him he can leave if he needs to take a breather.

It’s touching how well she knows him. He smiles, simply pulling her closer into him as he looks back at the interviewer. “Sorry, I swear, sometimes she walks into a room and I forget every word in the English language.” His compliment makes the woman questioning them coo. But there’s a deeper level under Cody’s words that steals the breath from Y/N’s lungs. It’s more than just for Kayfabe, but they can’t let anyone, including their colleagues know that. He glances back down at her, “She doesn’t even try, and somehow I’m standing here like I’ve never seen a beautiful woman before."

“Totally understandable,” the woman smiles. “She is definitely one of the most gorgeous women in the world. No one can blame you for getting caught up in that.”

Y/N feels herself becoming shy due to all the compliments being thrown her way, “Guys, you’re gonna inflate my ego…” she says, trying to make a joke out of it.

“Well, I only have one more question for you guys and you can go back to being WWE’s power couple for the night,” she looks down at her notepad. The interviewer leans forward, a knowing smile tugging at their lips. "So, you two have insane chemistry on screen — and let’s be honest, off screen too. Is there ever a moment you catch yourselves forgetting where the characters end and real life begins?"

Y/N lets out a soft laugh, playing it cool as she leans back in her chair. “I mean… that’s kind of the job, right? Sell the story, make people believe it.” She shoots Cody a quick sideways glance, teasing but guarded. “We’re just really good at our jobs.”

Cody’s smile twitches, like he’s holding back a laugh — or maybe something else. “Yeah,” he says slowly, thoughtful. “It’s… kind of funny, actually. Sometimes the line gets blurry. Not because we forget, but because it doesn’t always feel like we’re acting.”

Y/N blinks, her smirk faltering just for a second. The air between them tightens — barely noticeable to the camera, but tangible to anyone watching closely.

Cody doesn’t break eye contact. “We’ve known each other for years. That kind of bond doesn’t turn off just because the cameras are rolling. If anything, it makes the performances more honest.”

Y/N’s voice is quieter when she speaks next. “I guess when you trust someone that much, the feelings start to feel… real. Even if they’re not supposed to be.”

The interviewer raises a brow, sensing something. “So are you saying there are real feelings?”

Cody chuckles, looking down briefly, but his thumb taps anxiously against his knee. “I’m saying… there are moments where I look at her, and I forget the difference.”

Y/N’s breath catches, just for a second. Her smile returns, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes this time.

“Well, thank you both for your time,” the woman smiles at them. “I’m looking forward to hopefully interviewing you both in the near future.”

“Us too,” Cody nods respectfully before moving to guide Y/N away by her waist. “Thank you.”

The two of them slip away and travel back to the heat of the party. They smile at their friends, sending polite nods to the people they aren’t as close with. Cody leans down to whisper in her ear, his gorgeous smile still plastered on his face. “You really threw me under the bus with that ‘real feelings’ bit,” he says playfully.

Y/N shrugged, cocking a brow. “What can I say? The fans love blurred lines.”

“Blurred, huh?” He looked at her then, head slightly tilted, the corner of his mouth twitching like he knew something she didn’t.

She rolled her eyes, pretending she wasn’t already hyper-aware of the heat rolling off him in waves. “Relax, Runnels. I didn’t tell them about that time you cried during The Notebook.”

He scoffed, grabbing the door and holding it open. “Once. I cried once. And Rachel McAdams was very convincing.”

The room was still buzzing but much more lowkey than before — the usual mix of tired talent, sparkling water, and event food passed off as fine dining. Y/N weaved her way to the snack table and grabbed a chocolate-covered strawberry, eyeing Cody from over her shoulder as he joined her with two drinks in hand.

“What?” she asked around a mouthful of strawberry, juice slipping unexpectedly onto her chest just as she bit into it.

Cody blinked, his gaze shifting downward. “You, uh—” He pointed vaguely. “You got a little… right there.”

Y/N looked down, groaning when she spotted the spot of red on the silky material just above her neckline. “Ugh. Of course I did.”

Without thinking, Cody reached for a napkin and stepped closer. “Here, I got it.”

She froze when his hand gently dabbed the spot, the fabric dipping slightly under the weight of his touch. Her breath caught. So did his.

Neither of them spoke.

The space between them thinned to something taut, like a rope pulled too tight.

His hand hovered a beat too long before they were interrupted.

“Well damn,” came a drawl behind them. “This still a PG show?”

They turned sharply to see Demi Bennett sauntering toward them with a knowing smirk. Matthew Adams stood beside her, brow raised in amusement.

Cody took a sharp step back, napkin still in hand. “It’s not what it looked like.”

“Oh, no,” Rhea teased, eyes flicking between them. “It looked exactly like what it looked like.”

“It was strawberry juice,” Y/N added quickly, wiping at her dress herself now. “He was just helping.”

Buddy snorted. “Helping, huh? That what we’re calling second base now?”

Y/N’s mouth opened in protest, but Cody beat her to it.

“Alright,” he said, half-laughing, half-grimacing. “Noted. No touching near fruit.”

Rhea just winked. “Next time, try grapes. Less messy.”

As the couple walked off, Y/N avoided Cody’s eyes and instead fixed her gaze on her dress. “Well. That wasn’t mortifying at all.”

Cody rubbed the back of his neck. “Nope. Totally normal. Just a guy helping a friend clean juice off her—chest.”

The air crackled with everything neither of them said.

Y/N looked up at him, a teasing spark in her eyes. “So, uh… you always that hands-on when it comes to helping friends?”

Cody smirked, but his voice was quieter now. “Only the ones I don’t wanna just be friends with.”

Her heart skipped. “What?”

But he was already walking away, tossing his cup in the trash without looking back. “C’mon. Let’s head back before someone else tries to bet on us.”

She stood frozen for a beat longer than she should’ve, chest tight and lips twitching with something she wasn’t ready to name. But her feet followed him anyway — straight into the night, straight toward the conversation neither of them could avoid any longer.

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Once the party was over, everyone headed back to the hotel where they were staying for the weekend. Cody and Y/N bid their goodnights to their friends before traveling up to their shared room. They always shared rooms even before the whole dating fiasco, so that was nothing new.

What was slightly different was the way their hands never disconnected as they traveled back.

Cody slides his key into the mechanism of the door, a small click indicating it is now open. The two of them shuffle into the room, both letting out a relieved exhale at finally being able to lay down in a quiet space. The two full sized beds in the room are like heaven on earth for the two best friends.

Y/N falls face first into the mattress, not even bothering to try and take off her dress or shoes. Cody laughs at her dramatic behavior, loosening his tie before taking off his vest. “Yeah?”

Y/N simply grunts in response, the noise coming out muffled as her face is still buried in the comforter. Cody shakes his head, the smile never disappearing from his face. “Didn’t know spending an evening with me was so exhausting,” he teases, removing his long sleeve shirt, leaving his upper body and torso completely bare as he searches for his pajamas.

Y/N rolls her and body simultaneously. She sits up, looking at Cody but her breath gets caught in her throat. She’s used to seeing him shirtless due to the nature of their work, but it’s never been in an intimate environment like this. She also wasn’t expecting to flip over and come face to face with his god-like body.

She manages to find her voice, “I never said you were exhausting,” she corrects. “I just need like ten hours to myself to recover. I hate people.”

“You don’t hate people,” Cody laughs, throwing his shirt on. “You just hate being around them. Key difference.”

“Tomato, potato,” Y/N chucks her pillow at him as he collapses onto his own mattress.

Cody caught it midair with an exaggerated grunt. “Ah! Deadly.”

Y/N smirked, rolling onto her side, propping her head up on her hand. “You’re lucky I’m too tired to actually fight you.”

He gave her a sly grin, tossing the pillow back. “Oh, I’d win.”

“Ha!” she snorted, half-laughing. “Yeah, okay, Nightmare. I literally know all your moves.”

Cody stretched out on his back, arms folded under his head. “Nah. You don’t know all of them,” he said casually, a little too casually.

Y/N narrowed her eyes, tossing the pillow aside. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He smirked without looking at her, like he knew exactly what he was doing. “Just sayin’… I got a few tricks you haven’t seen yet.”

The room felt warmer suddenly. Y/N swallowed, her face heating up before she could stop it.

She sat up a little too quickly. “Anyway,” she cleared her throat, running a hand through her hair, “I should probably change or something.”

But Cody’s voice stayed soft, less teasing now. “Hey, Y/N.”

She paused, halfway off the bed. “Yeah?”

He pushed up on his elbows, watching her with an expression that made her stomach knot. “You okay?”

She blinked. “What? Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’ve been…” He exhaled, scratching the back of his head. “I dunno. Since the day we got locked in that supply closet — you’ve kinda been pulling back a little.”

Y/N inhales, closing her eyes briefly as she thinks. It’s not that she’s been pulling back, it’s more along the lines of not knowing how to control herself and the growing feelings she was obtaining for her best friend. She sat down on the edge of her bed, chewing her lip. “I’ve just been trying to adjust to the new things that have been handed to us and our relationship,” she tells him, her eyes flickering in his direction. I guess I just feel like I don’t know how to act around you anymore,” she admitted quietly.

Cody’s brow softened. “Yeah.” He shifted, resting his arms on his knees, elbows propped forward. “Me neither.”

They both sat there for a beat, staring at the floor like it might explain what the hell was happening between them.

Y/N laughed under her breath, shaking her head. “This was supposed to be easy, you know? We’ve always been easy.”

Cody gave a small smile. “Yeah. Best friends, right?”

She glanced over at him, heart stuttering. “Right.”

His gaze met hers, and suddenly the air shifted — thick, humming, like neither of them wanted to say the next thing but both needed to.

Cody stood slowly, running a hand through his hair. “I keep thinking,” he began, voice low, “about how weird it is that it took some stupid accidental moments to make me realize how much I… care about you.”

Y/N’s breath caught. She turned fully, legs swinging off the bed, hands clenched nervously in her lap. “Cody…”

He stepped closer, almost hesitant, like he didn’t want to spook her. “I keep waiting for this to go back to normal. For us to laugh it off and move on. But I don’t want it to go back.”

Her throat felt tight. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

He gave a soft, almost helpless laugh. “Because I didn’t wanna mess this up.” His voice dropped to a near whisper. “You mean everything to me, Y/N.”

She stood slowly, heart pounding so loud she was sure he could hear it. “Cody, I—”

Before she could finish, he was there, right in front of her, one hand gently cupping her jaw, the other hovering like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch her waist. His eyes searched hers, hesitant and vulnerable in a way few people ever saw from Cody Rhodes.

“I don’t wanna be just your friend anymore,” he murmured.

Y/N let out a shaky breath. “I don’t either.”

That was all it took.

His mouth met hers in a kiss that was slow, careful — like he was memorizing every second — but it didn’t take long before her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, kissing him like she’d wanted to for weeks.

When they finally broke apart, Cody leaned his forehead against hers, smiling, breathless. “Well,” he said softly, “guess we’re not just platonic soulmates after all, huh?”

Y/N laughed, her heart full and wild. “Guess not.”

Cody chuckled low in his throat. “So… can I stay over here tonight, or do I still get my own bed?”

She raised a brow, playful now. “We’ll see.”

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Backstage was buzzing — crew members running cables, wrestlers milling around in sweats and ring gear, trainers moving between rooms. Cody stood near one of the black crates, absentmindedly rolling his wrists, waiting for his cue.

Y/N appeared at his side, slightly breathless from her segment, her hair still pinned up from earlier. “They ran me long,” she murmured, exhaling as she tugged lightly at the uncomfortable neckline of her top. “I swear, I’m two seconds from ripping this thing off.”

Cody gave her a quick once-over, a small amused smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Don’t tempt me….”

Y/N snorted, elbowing him lightly. “Shut up.”

He just chuckled, watching her fiddle with a bobby pin. There was something easy between them — always had been — but lately, it sparked under the surface in ways neither of them could fully ignore anymore.

Without really thinking, Cody reached over and brushed a stray hair off her face, his fingers lingering just a little too long against her cheek.

Y/N froze slightly, her eyes lifting to his.

Cody shifted his weight, his voice dropping a little. “Y’know,” he said quietly, “we don’t gotta keep pretending we’re just best friends.”

She gave a small, nervous laugh. “I mean… we are best friends.”

“Yeah,” Cody murmured, his thumb grazing her jaw lightly. “But I’d say we’re a little more now too.”

Y/N’s breath caught, eyes flicking briefly to his mouth before darting away. Cody saw it — of course he saw it.

Screw it.

He slid a hand to the small of her back, gently pulling her closer, and pressed a kiss to her lips — soft, sure, no hesitation.

For a second, it was just them — quiet in the middle of the noise.

But then they heard the unmistakable throat-clear from behind.

“About damn time.”

Cody turned, arm still draped loosely around Y/N, to see Randy Orton leaning against a crate with an infuriating smirk on his face. Behind him, Kevin Steen and Rami Sebei pretended to be very engrossed in their phones, though the poorly hidden grins gave them away.

Y/N huffs a laugh, shaking her head. “Y’all are unreal.”

Randy shrugs, pushing off the crate. “What, you thought nobody noticed the way you two look at each other?”

Cody leans forward to kiss Y/N’s forehead, half laughing, half mortified.

“Hey,” Randy sticks his hand out to Kevin and Rami. “Pay up.”

Y/N gapes, laughing. “You bet on us?!”

Kevin gave a non apologetic shrug. “You weren’t exactly subtle.”

“We saw the way you two were looking at each other months ago,” Rami tells them.

“Congrats lovebirds,” Randy tells them as he and the guys start to walk off. “Just don’t get anymore sappy than you already are in the ring, yeah?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Cody replies, fist bumping the Viper.

Y/N watches them go before looking up at Cody, still tucked against him, her cheeks warm. “I still can’t believe they bet on us.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Cody drawled, brushing his thumb along her back, “I’m pretty sure half this locker room’s been waiting longer than we have.”

She smiled softly, resting her forehead lightly against his chest.

And just like that, there was no big announcement, no stage lights, no performative gesture — just two people standing backstage, in a stolen quiet moment, grinning like idiots because they were finally exactly where they wanted to be.

#female reader #love story #cody rhodes x reader #cody rhodes imagine #world wrestling entertainment #wwe imagine #wwe imagines #rhea ripley #randy orton #kevin owens #sami zayn #paul levesque #triple h #nia jax #wrestling

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rosyhue-nightss · 3 days ago

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I just want to remind everyone that Annabel knows a secret about Montresor that could destroy him, It is very dangerous and a great predicament for him.

Nervous, reluctant, worried and embarrassed? Maybe?

According to my girl, she has Montresor in a really humiliating position because of this. I keep thinking about what it would be and all I can come up with are wrong answers lol

A secret that is troublesome and dangerous for him...

Something perhaps about one of the powers of his spectre? We still don't know what his "oppression" does.

I went so far as to question this scene where Annabel for some reason goes along with Montresor and fulfills his wish of not taking him to the infirmary something that kinda confuses Prospero.

Is it just me? I just think it's weird that she says this, and then the real reasons are that they're closer to the dorms and Prospero has his doctor's bag. But they're going to call Dolly anyway. Obviously it's probably so they can meet up with Lenore and the others and talk about changing roommates. But it's still weird.

Maybe he didn't want to be with the other wounded in the infirmary?

There's also this scene. Will and Ada are curious and commenting on what Annabel and Montresor are doing. The conversation is in the middle of the situation. It could mean that the secret is related to his teammates in some way. In what way? I have no idea. But it definitely means that it's something that would change a lot how they look at him. It is the positioning of both scenes that makes it perhaps seem as though the secret is related to who is commenting and watching from afar.

It could also be something about his past in the cult or his mother.

What do you guys think? Does anyone have any theories?

#or maybe he's just gay #nevermore webtoon #montresor nevermore #nevermore webcomic

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dandysworld-meh-imagines · 1 day ago

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I'm all of a sudden really interested in spiders. Might I have one about a Spider-Toon reader x either Connie or Shelly? Connie, because I can imagine the reader being released around Halloween and put in an episode with Connie, cuz they're both spooky themed. Shelly, because I'm pretty sure a spider toon won't sit well with parents. Leading to them making stuff up about them and telling their children.

(probably just gonna be "the giant spider is will bite you and spiders are dangerous, remember?")

This will eventually lead to spider reader being avoided by children, some running away. Slowly being forgotten, only being remembered as some monster.

I think at this point, Shelly might notice and might relate a bit? not the "being seen as some monster" (yet), just "being slowly forgotten," at which point they can both comfort each other or smt.

Spider Reader With Connie And Shelly!

Hey, dear!! I did both, since I did say you can request up to 4 characters in my pinned, haha, while this took longer, I wrote for those two! I hope I did this right? I got kinda motivated for this one too sksks- here you go, thank you for requesting! <3

I remember reading a theory on Twitter about Shelly potentially scaring kids with scary dinosaur/prehistoric life facts (like with Toodles and kinda Scraps) and also maybe the way she explains it might make kids bored or make them uninterested even though she is so passionate about it all and it hurt sksksksk

-Anna

-You still remember how excited you got when Halloween came around, it was the time where you would be introduced to the kids and the special episodes would come out where it included you as well! You really hoped the kids would find it fun, would you gain any fans? Would some kids think that you are cool? You could only hope and wait as those episodes released and Gardenview had gotten special decorations and your own floor with the rest of the Halloween toons! You couldn't wait to greet the kids or even see them having fun with various activities on the special floor!

-But once it opened and the kids came flooding in, you noticed that.. you didn't particularly have any fans. They would swarm around Connie or your other Halloween friends instead, it.. really hurt. Did you do something wrong? You acted normally and kind during the episode.. you didn't know, you were confused which turned to you being very upset as you would watch as kids visibly feared you if they happen to pass by you or anything. They would cheer at the others or even at Connie about how cool she looked and her ability to turn invisible while you just watched. Safe to say that you isolated yourself to not witness any more of that.

-You hid and just.. wished this day would just end already and of course all the other days, this whole thing would be for a whole month before you and the others would have to be put somewhere for a whole year, until the next Halloween. It wasn't like many noticed, Connie and your friends did but they needed to tend to the overly excited kids for now before they come find you, especially if it was the first day and you know how kids get excited for this stuff, even being dressed for the special floor with so many activities. You really wished kids didn't fear you or thought you looked so creepy, wasn't that the point of this event? To look scary? Were you too much? Was it your fangs..? Your eyes..? Was it the floor's lighting making you look creepy?? You didn't know.

-Once the day was over and the Halloween toons went to their rooms, Connie tried.. er.. kinda entered your room to check up on you. What? You didn't get up to answer her or anything when she knocked! She gently poked your back as she asked if you are okay and sat besides you, hands on her face as she rested them on her lap. Eventually you told her all about it, no one really approached, they were actually creeped out by you, was it because you were a bug? Were bugs that disgusting to kids..? She thought about it and just sat besides you, gently patting your back. She listened to you talk about it all, watching as you cried. While she didn't have the best advice, she did told you that she has an idea for tomorrow. You trusted her even if you didn't feel confident about it at all.

-The next day you watched as other different kids would come visit though it wasn't until Connie randomly appeared besides you and placed an arm around your neck and just hunched forward, floating in the air. Her arm felt cold around you as you slightly shivered though she just waved with a sneaky smile at the kids coming to see her. Many swarmed around you, others hesitated before walking up towards you both. It got you holding your breath, as you couldn't really read their expressions.. at least they didn't look so.. scared. Concerned? Might be the right word?? Connie just looked like her confident self as usual.

-Connie just introduced you to the kids so they aren't so afraid of you. She said that you are the best spooky Halloween toon as you creeped them out which made the kids slowly agree, you couldn't help but shyly smile at them and watch as they warmed up to you. You figured that either their parents said anything to them, maybe thinking that.. you are going to do harm?? But no? Or it could be that some kids didn't manage to see the episodes and just came running here in Gardenview whenever they could. In the background, you saw Delilah with her crossed arms as she looked around, observing, her eyes landed on you and Connie as she noticed the amount of kids around. She seemed relieved before turning to say something to Arthur, who nodded with a smile.

-After that, you would even have your own fans! Some kids legit thought you were a really cool looking toon and a few even expressed how they really wanted to meet you after seeing the episodes, it genuinely made you feel happy. Some kids that visited even were fans of bugs and thought your fangs look so cool and fitting for Halloween, keeping the spookiness high around here. Thankfully, a lot of parents calmed down and allowed their kids to even visit you and interact with you, seeing how you interacted with the kids nicely and seemed fun. You didn't look dangerous or anything, even if it seemed that way, it was all a misunderstanding!

-Connie just kept an eye out for you as she smiled. She was glad to help you out and you have this new respect for her. She still likes to check up on you after the days, even if she enters in the most unhinged ways, though you clearly learned to expect her to come. You two chat and just catch up and just have fun together doing random things or even just wishing each other goodnight. (Does she even sleep..?) You are eager to thank her properly once the Halloween event ends in Gardenview and none of you are tired every single day from kids visiting, always wanting to make sure everyone has a fun time here.

-It really did made you happy, watching as kids come up to you with these cute costumes, it made you smile. You would even walk around, watching as many of them participated in lots of activities around, having laughs or even getting spooked by some decorations or hidden pranks. You liked to visit your other friends and even interact with the kids together with them, making sure they have fun or even take a picture as you try to pose as best as you can for the kids to keep these memories with them. Some kids even has the courage to hug you, it really melted your heart as you pat their heads with a smile.

-After this, you tried your best to come with a gift for Connie, since she helped you so much and made sure you felt okay after a tiring day. She likes to keep it in her room, even if it has like.. nothing much. She likes to keep it safe there and pats your head as she thanks you for the gift, finding it adorable. You and her definitely grow even more closer after this whole experience and she has fun whenever you are around. It has become a daily thing of you two just hanging out and doing all sorts of things together to pass the time, until the next Halloween event.

-You definitely were not the most popular, having very little to no fans at all, you would watch as kids went to other toons, excited to see them and be fine interacting with them while they didn't even dare approach you. Kids are brutal, staring constantly with fear in their eyes or even straight up crying, you always went away to hide from them when they acted like this towards you, upset that your appearance always caused them to act like this, it wasn't like you could change your appearance or anything nor your features. It affected you greatly.

-The mains were always the most popular out of everyone, they would almost always get all the attention from the other toons, well.. could you really blame them? They were so much cooler and interacted with the kids like it was nothing. It's like they knew exactly what to do or say, even comforting those that weren't feeling the best too, always making sure they had fun and had a smile on their little faces. Even if they had so many fans, they would handle it so well, you kept wondering if you could ever do the same for the little fans.

-There was someone.. who wasn't as popular like the rest, someone who still had fans yet her floor would be often empty. Someone who was a main too. It was Shelly. Shelly would always be kind and supportive, she would teach about dinosaurs and prehistoric life in a passionate way, her floor having a few fun activities you find yourself liking. You.. couldn't really say the same to the children, though. You watch as they would get bored or want to see other "better, more fun" mains. You know the smile she forced way too well, it was painful to witness.

-When the time for Gardenview to almost close for the day came closer, Shelly would actually have already started taking care of her floor as no visitors were there, next to her toon handler. Funnily enough, it was either her floor or your room where you hid from everyone else, even the toons. Shelly's floor would be your usual pick as you don't like to hear the toons being called out of their rooms because a kid wanted to meet them, no one really picked you. At least her floor, you could hide somewhere and you would listen to Shelly's soft and passionate voice as she talked about dinosaurs or anything else, while not aware to the kids, you definitely would catch the way her voice got a little lower or slower as she tried to stay positive about everything if the reactions weren't the best.

-Once, you managed to fall asleep in the corner you stay at, behind some boxes with plastic fossils inside for the kids to dig out of. A small high pitched scream woke you up once as Shelly found you and totally didn't expect you to hide there. Her toon handler came rushing before relaxing at the sight of another fellow toon, her handler went back to work as Shelly gently asked why you are hiding there. She remembers your name and isn't really afraid of you, she saw you as another friend of hers like the rest of the toons. You.. hesitated to answer, you felt like telling her but at the same time you didn't want pity. You just told her that you are fine and you just wanted to sleep. Before she could question you with concern, you made your way out of there, saying that you will get some sleep in your own bed now and apologized for scaring her. Shelly could only watch with worry.

-This interaction stayed with her, she knew you weren't the most popular at all, it wasn't like Shelly really watched you interact with a fan or anything now that she recalled it. That made her frown instantly, she had a lot of questions too but she knew it would be too much to ask you everything. Like.. why were you on her floor? Why not on your room? Was something on her floor she missed or anything? She felt worried that you were also hiding from everyone.. is that why you didn't go to your room? The poor girl overthinks instantly, she even talks about to her toon handler when no one is around, knowing she can rely on her.

-The next time she spots you around, she waits until the day is over before slowly heading to your hiding spot, only to not find you there. She looked around and found you in another hidden spot. You notice her but don't have the energy to get up or anything, everything just hurt you at this point, watching as everyone else had fans and kids were disgusted by you no matter what you did. She walked closer slowly as she had a worried expression but you just looked away a bit annoyed, you hated being pitied. Even though Shelly wanted to ask you things, she slowly sat next to you and just waited in silence. The more she looked at the place and felt the floor, she must have realized just how uncomfortable it is for you sitting here for so many hours, even the whole day.

-Shelly feels like she knows you will avoid her if she asks about you so she offers if you want to hear some facts instead. She then immediately froze as she looked away, thinking that it's probably not the time at all and was about to apologize to you, though, you saying a quiet yes made her pause before giving you a small smile. She really is passionate for this sort of thing and you find yourself listening to her, you find that it's easy to digest and understand, she probably did it that way so the kids can understand better. You really find yourself wondering about why Shelly isn't more popular with the kids yet you just sit and listen, finding yourself being distracted from all those negative thoughts for a good while.

-As time went on, you found yourself always on her floor and she would always go to your spot to talk and chat with you, even bringing you food if you don't want to interact with anyone else. You didn't dislike them but you didn't have the energy to eat with them or anything. You found comfort in her presence and you open up to her one day about everything, making some of Shelly's thoughts and questions finally have an answer. She felt so sad for you and it showed in her expression. Shelly.. opens up to you about how similar it feels to her as well, finding herself relating to you a lot. Yes, she had few fans but even they got fewer and fewer as they gain an interest in other cooler or more interesting toons.

-You and her definitely grow closer as time goes on, she invites you to do activities with her, away from everyone else if you want. Whether it's teaching you fossil digging or reading books along with you, getting you a matching pair of a dino costume or anything else, you find yourself joining and going along with her. It takes a while but you finally have a smile on your face, it makes Shelly smile as well and feel proud. She really finds comfort in your presence and company too and she hopes to spend more time with you in the future as well. She always makes sure you feel okay and taken care of and she is very happy she got to know you better and better. Shelly really hopes you have future fans and she hopes she can help you and support you as much as she can.

Thank you for reading! <3

#shelly fossilian x reader #shelly x reader #connie x reader #shelly fossilian #shelly #connie #dandy's world x reader #dandys world x reader #dandy's world #dandys world #dandys world shelly #dandy's world shelly #dandys world connie #dandy's world connie #writing #fluff #semi angst #angst #gender neutral

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koosluvvs · 1 day ago

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"Crossing Lines."

➤ Pairing: best friend's male friend!jungkook x virgin f!reader

genre: mature, smut, college au

➤ W/C: idk but it's not that long.

➤ Warnings: dom!jungkook, sub!reader, smut, mention of suicide, nipple sucking, boob play (jungkook loves reader's tits), eating out, bigdick!jungkook, mentions of dating the opposite sex, swearing, unprotected sex (!!), petname kink, slapping kink, mild degradation (names like bitch, whore, slut), overstimulation, porn with little plot, jungkook is 20 and reader is 19, dorm sex, mentions of virginity loss, andd aftercare.

Summary: Recently you went through a massive heartbreak which leads you to having all of your friends, including your best friend, worried. Yet her male friend somehow finds a way to distract you with his care and unreasonably attractive looks. You knew that it would be insane to start swooning over some guy right after a break up, but you being a person who doesn't know how to control their heart, and most probably their pussy, how could you not?? It's hard to avoid the fact that he looks like he could ruin you yet make you feel safe. Like hello??? A sharp jawline, dark eyes that could make you fall to your knees with a single glance, lip piercing, big arms that make your panties soaked, a tattoo sleeve, dark messy hair, and a voice so deep, comforting, and also manages to make you wet. He's all a girl could dream of. You want to be respectful since he is your best friend's friend, but at another point you want him on top of you in his bed.

A/N: This is my first ever fic I've done, and I am trying my best to write explicitly after a while so bare with me! Please be respectful as it takes me effort to make these, thank youu, love ya!

→ written by @koosluvvs

“(___), come on, you’ve been crying for the past 2 hours. You know how I've always said, if one relationship doesn't work out then that just means you're one step closer to your soulmate, no? Please don't cry over him it's not worth it.”

Serena, your best friend ever since 7th grade, was now in your dorm trying her best to cheer you up after your dramatic break up with your boyfriend.

“How can I not cry? First of all he tells me that he’s loved me for months, hugs me, gives me stupid nicknames, and then all of a sudden he breaks up with me? It’s all fucking dumb and it hurts.”

Your best friend sighed, knowing that it would take more than just simple hugs and telling you how it’s gonna be alright. After all, she knows how much of an absolute lovesick girl you are, who also turned out to be naive no matter how much of a tough exterior you had tried to put down, which she considers a dumbass move, but all of the crying and other bullshit ended right after-

Incoming Call.

Caller ID - Jungkook.

“Give me a second.” She said before picking the call.

You glared at her like she had robbed you of your last piece of sanity, which you aren't totally wrong about. The name on her phone almost made you swear out her entire bloodline if it wasn't for your love for her.

Jeon jungkook. A monstrosity you consider, even if in general he wasn't that terrible, it's just that all of the teasing, that intimidating aura. You can't quite find a word that sits right with how you feel because of it.

Jungkook: “Where you at? I haven’t seen you ever since you ran off to the dormitories.”

Serena: “Sorry kook, I’m with (___), she kinda crashed out in the middle of a lecture and sprinted to her dorm like she was running a marathon.”

“Kinda”? You wanted to fucking jump off a cliff and die if you had the priviledge to even do that. You really wish you had dated a girl at least, it would've been somehow better, according to you.

Jungkook: “Oh what? Is she alright? Would it help if I came over? As a type of support of course, no pressure though.”

You would've said no, but it seems like you're too caught up in your own world to understand what they're fully saying.

Serena: “Don’t you think you’re asking the wrong person? It ain’t my dorm, ask (___).”

“Um…yeah I guess, it wouldn’t hurt to have another person over, right?...”

It had been 15 minutes since Serena hung up the call and fate just had to make her leave your dorm for whatever group project she had going on, which she had considered much more important than your mental breakdown.

“What a best friend, she just left me here alone for a dumbass project.”

Guessing the world hated you for sure after you heard knocking on your front door, and you being an idiot ran to the door thinking it was Serena.

“Serena, why would you leave me here when I’m going through a heartbreak!”

Silence played for a few seconds.

“Darling, I’m not Serena.”

You had thought your soul left your body when you looked at the figure leaning against your doorframe, a small, playful grin playing on the corner of his lips.

“I…I’m so sorry I thought you were Serena and I just-”

He cut you off before you could finish.

“Started yelling because she went out for her project leaving you here with me?”

You paused for a second, shamelessly checking him from head to toe without realizing you even were in the first place. A loose-fitted grey shirt with black sweatpants, it wasn’t even much yet you were convinced you were soaked. And god those eyes…you were definitely eye fucked right then and there. Yes you were a virgin, but that didn't mean you didn't have the mind of a slut.

“You done staring, love? If you really want me that badly you could’ve just told me y’know.”

Those were the last words you recall before he had your back against the wall while devouring your mouth.

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His hands went to your hoodie, pulling it off with ease, making you drenched in your panties, you're sure you'd be dripping on the floor within a few minutes. He broke the kiss to look at your tits, round and full, your pink, lace detailed bra making them look amazing.

"Fuck." His voice hoarse, dripping with lust "You don't know how long I've wanted to touch these perfect fucking tits, they're even better than I imagined."

His hand groped your right tit, gaining a whimper from you due to the unknown sensation, your titty fits perfectly in his hand. He reached out to the clasp of your pink bra, having the straps slide down from your shoulders and fall to the ground, your nipples hardened due to the cool air hitting.

His thumb reached out for your left nipple while his mouth abused your right nipple, making it swollen and puffy, he then moved to your other nipple abusing it like he did before. Whimpers and soft moans coming from your mouth, making his cock twitch inside his pants, begging to be freed.

"God, fucking love your tits, so round and perfect, just for me, and look at you, moaning like a little slut begging to be fucked."

His hands moved down, pulling down your shorts to reveal your pink lace panties that were paired with your bra. His fingers lightly grazed your clit, making you cry out due to lack of contact.

"Such a needy little bitch, aren't you? So desperate."

His fingers moved near the damp center of your panties, letting him know how wet you are.

"So god damn wet, and for me too. You're such a slut for someone who's a virgin. Fuck, I can't wait to be inside of you."

His fingers went near the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your thighs, making your glistening cunt and swollen clit visible to him. He rubbed light circles on your clit making you whimper, basically begging him to fuck you.

"Tell me what you want, (___). Tell me how much you need me, how desperate you are to be fucked by me. Say it."

You tried your best to get your words out of your mouth, making them sound strained and breathless.

"P...Please kook, f-fuck me. Please. I need you."

That's all it took before he slid in on of his fingers into your pussy, you hissed at the burn and stretch, a few tears dropping from the corners of your eyes due to the pain. He let you relax before he started moving his fingers. It didn't take you long until you were moaning his name, begging for more.

"M-More...p-p-please...fuck-"

He slid another finger in, getting a gasp from you, his fingers stretched you so well—thick and long, it didn't take you long until you felt heat building up in your core.

"I-I can't...need t-too...p-please..."

"Yea? You wanna cum, baby? Cum for me. Be a good little whore and cum on my fingers."

He started sucking on your clit to stimulate you even more, making you see stars from the amount of pleasure you were receiving. Just within a few minutes you came, holding his shoulders for support as you felt like your legs had lost consciousness. His mouth and fingers coated in your cum, which he licked off willingly.

Letting you calm down from the aftershocks of your orgasm, he held your hips to make sure you don't fall. You thought it was over until he started eating you out, his hot mouth against your cunt, licking off any leftover cum. His tongue licked long strides over your slit, his lips around your clit sucking and making your legs shake due to sensitivity.

You felt your second orgasm building up inside of your core, his mouth devouring your sensitive cunt like it's his last meal.

"Fucking hell, you taste divine, I could eat you out all day."

Having him in between your legs, spitting out dirty words, all of it pushed you to the edge, it wasn't long until you were shaking violently while asking for permission to cum.

"K-Kook, need to so bad–"

"Yea? Wanna cum? Cum for me baby, cum on my tongue."

That's all it took before you saw your vision turn white. Legs shaking, cum on his mouth and cheeks, all of it was filthy. Your jaw would've dropped if you ever saw how fucked out you looked.

"f-fuck... faster k-kook!" Both of you in your bed, having you on your knees, back arched, and your face buried in a pillow while he was behind you. His cock deep inside of your pussy, so deep that you could feel every vein of his thick cock. You're sure that once this is finished you're gonna end up with a bruised cervix.

His cock was around 8 inches long, the girth of it making your eyes almost fall out. You had fully convinced yourself that you couldn't handle him but he cooed you with some sweet talk saying-

"You can handle it, baby. You're my good girl aren't you? You can take it."

"Goddamn. You're so fucking warm and tight, and you're taking my cock so well. Your perfect little cunt was made for my dick, my pretty little whore."

The speed he was using on you was insane, you knew how athletic he was but this speed was gonna ruin you entirely.

"p-please." you pleaded, clenching around his cock, tears falling from the corner of your eyes due to the amount of pleasure.

"Please what, sweetie? I want words." He said while slapping your ass from behind, making you jerk and let out a muffled moan against the pillow, your walls clenching.

"f-faster...I w-want you to m-make me cum."

He sped up his movements, having a wave of warmth hit through your body, and within a few seconds you were cumming all over him. His thrusts became sloppy, trying to chase his own high.

"f-fuck. I'm gonna c-cum. You're so tight." He groaned out.

Hot ropes of liquid shot through you, his thrusts became slower, having you milking his cock till every drop was slurped up by your greedy cunt.

None of you spoke for a few minutes, the only sound audible in the room was both of you trying to pace your breathing into a calm state.

He then stood up and headed to the bathroom, returning with a damp towel in his hand. He climbed back up onto the bed, first cleaning you up.

You slightly jolted at the contact of the towel against your sensitive folds, which he noticed and tried being as gentle as he could.

After cleaning both you and himself up, he threw the towel into a laundry basket that sat on the ground next to your nightstand. He pulled a blanket over both you and him, his body pressing against yours, tatted arm wrapped around your waist while his face was in the crook of your neck.

"You feeling alright? Does it hurt?" His voice soft and soothing, making all of your nerves calm.

"I'm okay, just a little bit of pain, but it'll fade away soon." Your arms were wrapped around his torso, he was almost as warm as a furnace, making you cling to him as it was quite cold in the dorm.

"Do you think that...you know...that all of this is, okay?"... You questioned him, a sense of anxiety lingering in your chest, having you worry about the relationship between you and Jungkook falling apart, thinking that he might leave you after all of this.

"Wanna know something?" he said, putting it out as if he has nothing to worry about.

You nodded, curious.

"When it comes to you. I enjoy Crossing Lines."

Extra: Hii, so I have read through the fic myself and must I say that it's really cringy but hey, it's all for fun and some time pass, no? I really hope the next one isn't as bad as this one, but I actually quite enjoyed writing this, other than one restless night of working on this fic all the way from 11 pm to 7 am, crazy ain't it? I previously planned on giving more of a plot to this but as you may know, I'm impatient sometimes and I just gotta get the story somewhere you know? Ok anyways see you soon!

I Do Not Own Any Pictures, Fonts, or Any Other Sort of Resources Used In This Story. Only The Storyline, Dialogues, Character Traits, and Setting Are Mine. All Rights Go To Their Respectful Owners. Pictures Are From Pinterest, Dividers Are From Tumblr. (current app)

#bts smut #smut #bts #kpop smut #bangtan #bangtan smut #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook #jk #jk smut #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #bts imagines #imagine #koosluvvs

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pigeonentity · 2 days ago

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do we think o had a proper adventure w the doctor before spyfall or was it just a quick meeting? the doctor got invited to an mi6 thing (??) and they got talking? most examples ive seen (including my own) from fans have been them working together to fight something but o does describe it as them crossing paths briefly. which could just be him oversimplifying it tbf. we also know he hasnt been in the tardis before but that doesnt mean anything really just that whatever happened was just on earth

other than that what we know is:

the doctor was familiar enough with o's role in mi6 to know he was the only one who 'had an open mind' when it came to aliens and that they called him horizon-watcher, so i think it's safe to assume they met him in the context of mi6, and met other mi6 ppl then. and i think he was probably introduced to them by someone? and they would've called him horizon-watcher and he reintroduced himself as o. she seemed to think horizon-watcher would be more familiar to c than o?? (or she was the one less certain w the name? but she does call him o consistently after idk im still on the fence about how close o and the doctor were but that would suggest she knows him less well. tbh it could be the other way, that she knew his real name and only calls him o bc of the others. she did read his file. anyway went on a tangent sorry) but thats less certain

their meeting was enough to get the doctor to like o enough to give him their number and then text him consistently, but not enough or in the wrong way for the doctor to extend the offer to travel with them, which makes me think o didn't present himself as good in a crisis. which actually points towards them having an adventure since o could demonstrate being better at information than fighting/saving/etc. or it was offered and o declined but i think that wouldve been mentioned in spyfall when o seems eager to go in the tardis

o didnt run at any point. or the doctor wouldve noted that as the example of him being a good runner when we had the reveal since seeing it herself wouldve made a bigger impression/been more relevant (or he would've run badly and the reveal would've been earlier)

and i think that's it?

i might decide on a verdict from that when im not boiling on a bus but. yeah

#hahaha this was. not meant to be this long. i was thinking like 3 sentences #also i just accidentally sold myself on the doctor normally using o's real name #big finish im begging you to show us what happened. maybe then i can be at peace #spymaster #spy!master #dhawan master #dhawan!master #the master #the master dw #the master dr who #the master doctor who #spyfall #the doctor #dr who #doctor who #anywayyy none of this actually matters but that's not gonna stop me

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bitdemonic · 2 days ago

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𝐏𝐒𝐀 [𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐈𝐘𝐀]

↳ before i address this person, i want to let it be known that i have taken full accountability for my actions and comments; i’ve been ignorant, immature, and insensitive. with this person, we made micro-aggressive jokes that was shared humor, but ultimately knew was wrong to which we didn’t continue, however it’s publicized and i won’t run from the fact. i am very sorry to all my friends and followers because this definitely goes against my moral code as a person + spiritual advisor, it affects a community i’ve been a part of and that does make me feel sad as well as guilty. this is me owning up to past behavior while also forcing someone else to do the same; i don’t have tangible evidence of my words that isn’t years and years of scrolls away, but i assure you that everything i’m about to note is real, otherwise this post wouldn’t exist. i don’t tell lies, but i’m not about to let niya tell hers.

THIS POST WILL BE LONG. IT IS NOT PROOFREAD NOR PROFESSIONAL BECAUSE IT IS RAW AND REAL; UPFRONT AND HONEST. NAMES ARE DROPPED, NO I DON’T GIVE A FUCK, BECAUSE THIS IS WRITTEN WITH THE INTENT OF REACHING SOMEONE SPECIFIC.

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let me start by making this very, and i mean very, personal. i don’t care what you think of your friendship with me now that it’s over and completely nonexistent but what you aren’t going to do is lie on my name. lie on my business. lie on my character. before anything and honestly everything else i was your friend niya and you know that. i don’t even need to do a deep dive on “talking about you” behind your back because you know it never happened; if that’s not enough proof the girls of the server can tell you that, the same girls YOU switched up on to be friends with a weirdo for, even they know i’ve done nothing but sing praises and actually miss your sneaky, grimy ass. when you were crying about feeling targeted in the server, i was there; when you said datura hexed you, i was there; when you told me about the fucked up connection with your mom, i was there; when layla called you out on your bullshit and you had NO ONE in your corner to defend you (even tho she was right lmao, she warned me about you. fuck both of y’all tbh) guess who was in your corner? me. me, me, and me again. the fact i’m even wasting my breath on this backs up how much you meant to me, this actually fucking me up even more because you ain’t shit. another reason why i need to start trusting my gut, start paying attention to that scorpio 11H because it’s mothafuckas like you that backstab me everytime. i trusted you, i told you secrets about myself that you probably went and told someone else, i actually loved the hell out of you and for what? nothing in return…i promise you, i hope that shit, this shit you’re pulling, is worth it because not only did you lose a TRUE friend—outside of this internet shit i was a FRIEND, i wouldn’t let anything or anyone go against you if i could help it—but you just aired out your own dirty laundry lmao. one thing about me, i’m not a damn baby. i don’t run from problems, i put on my big girl panties and face that shit. it takes maturity and common sense to do that, something you lack even tho i told myself otherwise. i really, really hope this shit you pulled was worth it because you quite literally forced my hand. let’s hold both ourselves accountable, shall we?

keep in mind, my last message to you is about to be a year old in a few months (the way your contact name still the same too lmao, you couldn’t tell me we weren’t close). these screenshots are to show how long it’s been since i’ve talked to this girl, as well as the privacy she invaded between two friends because that’s what we were. don’t pin nothing on me that can’t be said about you in return, otherwise it’s dumb as fuck (aka blackmailing 101).

*me, still keeping your audio message private because i have enough decency to leave certain shit off the internet 😐 fool me once, shame on you. fool me twice-

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before i get into this, i want to address the little minion that’s hopping in and out of @spiritstalking’s askbox; fuck you too. get some backbone and stop running errands for a person that could care less about your existence, because trust me (and you can take it from me 😂) that she doesn’t. you’re not her friend and God i truly hope you don’t think she’s yours. delete those messages while you still can lol, she might be trying to slander your name next. maybe you’ll have enough balls to come off anon too <3 just a heads up.

not only is spreading a lie like this bold, but it’s a poor attempt at kickstarting drama and trying to paint me out as a “villain.” i’ve already come to terms with this side of my humor and held myself accountable (WHICH I LITERALLY SAID IN OUR DMS, POST THAT TOO), but i’m not about to let you sit here and tell people i’m a bigot—i don’t spew unnecessary hatred, i don’t call people slurs (especially the LGBTQIA+), and i don’t support donald trump, ALL of this that you’re well aware of like what the actual fuck niya 😂 it’s honestly laughable but let me continue.

i’m not going through every message i’ve ever sent or that you’ve sent to me because truthfully that’s not on my agenda, but i will reiterate that these accusations are coming from CONVERSATIONS that we’ve shared; you + me = our texts. there is nothing i’ve said that you haven’t (a) said before me or (b) said to me, there is nothing that you have that i can’t back up with my own proof. we’ve said all types of shit and laughed at it because that was our humor, we even said we’d stop together because it wasn’t funny irl, yet here you go trying to hold it over my head and not your own? as if it wasn’t a damn bit that we did in our free time or alone, i’m not about to let you call me something that i’m literally not—you have got some NERVE, i’ll tell you that rn 😂

no, i am not a raging racist or homophobe; no, i don’t disrespect transgender men or women’s pronouns (NEVER done this, i have no idea what corner of your ass you pulled this from), and no, i haven’t made any insensitive remarks since june 30th, 2024; i never will. you’re not even attempting to hide the bitterness because wouldn’t YOU be all of those things too? don’t try and pull the “oh, i was following her lead,” or “oh, she made me and i didn’t know what to say,” boohoo niya, you’re 18-19 not 11. nobody had a gun pointing at you through the screen, you’ve came to me about everything else but humor is where you draw the line? get real. stop running (something you STEADY doing) and actually face the reflection in the mirror; you’re not an angel, you’re not a victim, and you’re not innocent. i don’t know what’s preventing personal development but for the love of God grow the fuck up, stop using your “friends” as shields or ways to make you look better.

it’s offensive as hell that this is your attempt at “calling someone out” because how is this supposed to be taken seriously if it’s not straight from the source? if you were truly concerned and wanted to address it, you would’ve sat down, typed up a post (like you did datura, remember), then uploaded this “proof in the pudding”—you’re on anon and hiding behind deactivated/unknown accounts, pretending your name is ava and whatever else like a LAME. you don’t care, you just don’t want to see me on top 😂 i’m minding my business, leaving your ass alone, not THINKING about you unless it was a sweet memory and here you go doing the complete opposite; you’re ill, it’s pathetic that it affects your friendships in this manner.

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all these lies i can’t even think straight lmfaooo. whoever sent this ask, don’t even continue doing her dirty work, this whole submission isn’t true. i am 21 years old, i was 19-20 when i met niya, who was 17 turning 18 in march—our age gap is mentioned because i saw you as my little sister, i wanted to protect you in ways that i couldn’t because we were online friends; there’s messages of me telling you i love you, how much i care about you, how i want to see you win, how i’m always there for you, etc. and you’re telling me, you’re sitting here telling other people, that it wasn’t real? this is such a slap in the face, i’m sitting here mad as hell, sad as hell, and betrayed as hell. i’ve NEVER talked shit about you and i mean NEVER uttered anything negative about you from the multiple times you left, to the many times you came back. all i’ve ever said was good things because i considered you a friend, i’m too grown to be playing with people’s emotions and vulnerability like that, i’d never hurt you on purpose and you KNOW this. this why i said you just don’t want to see me on top, you literally don’t like me 😂 at this point just say it, send that to the confession box because this stunt is beyond theatrical. why would i be using you niya? what do you have that i can’t get on my own? that i don’t have naturally? that i wouldn’t want you to have? you’re projecting and it’s blatantly obvious; you must’ve thought i was talking about you because you knew how shitty of a friend you were being. blocking me out of nowhere, making up fake sob stories about our energy, deleting your accounts of nowhere, etc. you were distancing yourself because the delusions started getting too strong and you didn’t know how to use discernment! you didn’t know how to live in reality because you didn’t want to! you forced me to be the bad guy when it’s actually you! BITCH I WENT OUT MY WAY TO SEND YOU A BIRTHDAY MESSAGE ON MY ACCOUNT BECAUSE I KNEW YOU WERE WATCHING EVEN THO YOU WERE GONE!!!! HOW THE FUCK IS THAT TALKING ABOUT YOU OR USING YOU? I DIDN’T EVEN HAVE YOUR TUMBLR ACCOUNT BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T WANT ME TO KNOW EVEN THO I WAS THE MAIN ONE TELLING YOU TO POST ALL THOSE SMART ASS ASTRO TAKES + OBSERVATIONS!!!! miss me niya, it’s not me and it never was. it’s ALL you. you got your minion talking about, “it’s all based on what she said” BABY YOU SPEAKING IN AIRHEAD.

honestly, you can shut the fuck up about “feeling bad” too because no the hell you didn’t, I SAID I FELT BAD. i’m not about to lie on the internet for nobody, not even myself and that’s why this is being posted so impromptu; i was the one who came to you about our jokes, i told you we shouldn’t be saying that because our guides would be disappointed, i said i didn’t want to continue because that’s not who i am. stop telling lies to these people girl, especially when the person you’re lying on has a fucking voice. if you sending screenshots make sure you send all of them, don’t edit or crop NOTHING, make sure you showing all that face you trying to save. you felt “bad” about it then left, how when you were still sending texts? how when you inboxed me on anon? how when we had ongoing messages for two years straight? HOW WHEN YOU DIDN’T SAY SHIT TO ME?????? you cannot complain or spew bullshit when you’ve never done so during the many times we were on call, on voice chat, or on rave—i’ve never heard this out your mouth and i’ve never given you any reason not to speak up, you didn’t have shit to say until you found someone to say it to. your minion calling something weird whole time it’s you!

response to post #3

no confirmation if this is you but if it is…i just. when does it end with you? when will you be serious 💀 i’m not even about to type up a storm because i got everything i needed to say out, there’s honestly nothing more i even want to put down if it isn’t a period at the end of this sentence. you’re done. i said this message was written for you and i meant that, don’t tell nobody else you know me because you don’t. you betrayed my trust, my friendship, and my morals all in one, i hope your life goes to shit. before anyone says anything about dming, niya doesn’t have an account that she keeps for more than two weeks so there’s that lmao. i don’t know her user otherwise this would’ve been sent hours ago—either way, i’m cutting my ties with you and whatever else you’re trying to “expose” because it’s not worth the fucking time, money, or energy. hop off my dick and don’t mention me again.

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sunshineneedsaplacetokeephernsfw · 2 years ago

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Once upon a time I found vampires as a boring option as a monster fucker/lover. Mainly because I just saw them as pale humans who drink blood and had yet to see a piece of media take full advantage of the differences between humans and vampires and all the interesting things a vampire/human relationship could offer.

Mainly because I hadn't seen a lot and only exposure was a few posts in the teratophilia tag that didn’t sell me. But having recently consumed a piece of media that sold me on just how interesting a vampire/human relationship could be and all of the fun things that could be done with it. (If you've seen my blog at all recently, you know exactly what I'm talking about)

So since my adhd brain won't shut up about all the things that could be done with it, I will ran about the things that can be done with it here.

Sorry that it's probably disorganized and certain words might be repeated a lot. This is just me writing down all of my thoughts.

First of all there's all of the different features of vampires that different tellings of them offer. There's the obvious stuff like fangs and drinking blood to survive, sunlight being harmful to them, being able to turn into a bat, them being immortal. And there's also some things someone might forget at first like not being able to see them in mirrors, or even garlic being harmful to them. Maybe these things wouldn't be that useful to consider when writing a smut oneshot, but they are small details that would effect their life and interactions they might have with a human.

Like, maybe the human is inspecting themselves in the mirror and the vampire sneaks up behind them and whispers "Boo". The human jumps before laughing and playfully shoving the vampire away but leans into their touch after they snake their arms around the human's waist. Or maybe vampires can't be seen in pictures, much to the human's dismay because they want to remember what the vampire looks like, so they teach themselves to draw so they can draw what the vampire looks like and can always look back at that picture.

Or them trying to figure out what to do when they realize the vampire will outlive the human by a lot.

Or since vampires are stereotyped to live in gothic mansions (at least from what I can tell), lean into that gothic aesthetic. Or have them live somewhere else and lean into the aspects or aesthetic that would come with that.

But my favorite thing of all about vampire/human relationships is the dynamic and potential power dynamic or imbalance that could present.

Of course, if someone wants to write a healthy romance, they might not want to lean into that. But it could still be done in an interesting way of the characters doing their best to figure out how to have a healthy relationship and communicate with each other if they see something that could potentially become an issue and come up with a solution.

The fact that they rely on blood to survive and are much stronger and faster than humans immediately introduces a predator aspect to them which could create an interesting dynamic between the vampire and what they would usually consider food.

And even then, the abilities that make vampires so much more stronger and dangerous to humans could lead to a feeling of superiority over humans in vampire society and make it even more difficult for a vampire to interact with a human without treating them as food or a pet, or simple amusement. But humans and vampires still have the same mental capacity and ability to make connections, and potentially long for someone to be with. And how those two sides could mix or collide or be at war with each other.

It would be interesting to see how the relationship starts off like with the vampire only seeing them as a future snack or amusement, and how it slowly changes as they interact and then the journey of how it blossoms into a legitimate romance. Or it could be an exploration of the toxic elements and power imbalance in the relationship and how it effects the characters (like in Castlevania how Lenore legitimately cares about and is attracted to Hector, but still treats him like a pet in some cases).

Of course, you don't have to write vampires like this. Your world building and the ways vampires see or interact with humans could be completely different and that's okay, just make sure to explore it.

And obviously not all vampires will act the same, each will have their own personalities, ways they decide to feed, and how they decide to interact with humans. You could have a world where most vampires despise humans, but have a vampire that's never interact with much other vampires and tries to live in hiding amongst humans instead and does their best to gain their blood through methods that won't hurt others. Or maybe if there's a vampire that doesn’t realize they’re treating their human friend like a pet. Or a vampire that plans on keeping the human around until their bored or hungry, but end up developing actual feelings along the way and can't imagine a life without them (which could either develop into a sweet love confession or them becoming even more possessive).

Overall, I just really like it when vampire/human stories really explore aspects like these. And stories when it would be impossible to switch out the vampire with a human without the story not making sense.

And while the main dynamic I talked about is very good for dark romances, it's also really sweet if it's about a love so strong that it overcomes all of these obstacles any vampire/human interaction would come across

#my writer brain going brr for 800 words #monster lover #monster fucker #writing #my thoughts #teratophillia #vampire #another thing I thought of that I didn't feel like writing above is how strength played a factor in human dynamics #and how because in the past being strong was important it led to societal power imbalances between men and women #that only became more and more ingrained in the culture and people's minds #I could be wrong about this but I think this is how it probably went #and only as technology grew and decreased the need for strength in everyday life did things start to become more equal #but it took a lot of work to fight for these changes #and even today we're still experiencing the effects of some power imbalances #and we're the same species!#but that was just my worldbuilding brain looking to some real world examples #of how something like this could effect relationships and dynamics

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withthewindinherfootsteps · 11 months ago

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So we know that Wei Wuxian's treatment after his death was horrible. Even if nothing could impact him directly, there was still neverending slander, hatred, misinformation, theft...

But, for a while after he died, the sects did try to impact him directly – namely, frequently trying to resummon his soul. And today I'll explore the possible reasons for this, their likelihoods, and why I'm so, so thankful that Wei Wuxian's soul managed to resist the summons. Because, spoiler alert (or, you know. maybe not)... none of them are good.

(Long meta ahead)

In my opinion, there are four likely motivations for this: confinement, coercion, torment, and potentially destruction.

Out of all of these, confinement is probably the most likely motivation, at least for most sects (Jins and Jiangs excluded, though it was likely what the Jin sect said their motivations were – but I'll get to them later). This one is the most simple – we know spirit-trapping pouches exist, and we know the sects also placed 120 stone beasts on the Burial Mounds to prevent Wei Wuxian's soul from escaping. Therefore, this seems to be the most likely motivation – and fortunately for Wei Wuxian, probably also the best case scenario, though it still certainly isn't a good one.

For the second, coercion – this is where the Jin sect come in (more specifically Jin Guangshan with the help of Jin Guangyao). Due to their wealth and resources, they're likely the sect who played the largest role in the soul-summoning rituals. We know what they're willing to do to try to gain power – keeping Wen Ning under the pretence he was burned to death and trying to control him with the nails, and working with and helping Xue Yang torture people to help him refine his demonic cultivation, in order to have the Yin hufu fixed. Along with working with many other cultivators, alongside Xue Yang – Jin Guangshan really, really wanted that seal.

And so, Jin GuangShan sought after all those who imitated Wei WuXian in cultivating the ghostly path and gathered them under his rule. He spent a great amount of money and resources and these people, ordering them to study and analyze the structure of the Tiger Seal in secrecy so that they could replicate and restore it. - Villainous Friends extra, EXR

(Note that working with these cultivators very likely happened after Wei Wuxian's soul had failed to be summoned, since this happens some time after Wei Wuxian's death, whereas the soul-summoning ceromonies presumably started happening very close to it.)

In the previous paragraph, he's also quoted as having 'lusted after' the Yin hufu, which we already knew but it's nice to have a direct quote as evidence.

Now, would Wei WuXian willingly work with the Jin sect in doing this? No. We know that, and, given Wei Wuxian's actions in his first life (refusing to hand over the Tally, not being afraid to stand up to the sects, etc), I’m pretty sure Jin Guangshan knows that, too:

He beat around the bush a couple of times, using all his skills, yet Wei WuXian didn’t give in no matter what, and it made him run into a bunch of obstacles. - Villainous Friends extra, EXR

So this could actually make things go two ways. One, I'm wrong and that wasn't actually part of the Jin sect's motivations, since they know they wouldn't be able to control him (and in that case, had they managed to summon him, I could imagine them putting him in a spirit-trapping pouch and doing something similar to what Jin Guangyao did to Nie Mingjue's head. Which, also, not good). Two, it was a part of their motivations, and they hoped to find a way around that. After all, there are other guidao users out there now, and Wei Wuxian would now be a gui*. Also, cultivators can obviously harm ghosts – see the very existence of Night Hunts, and I'd include Xue Yang's talisman-caused destruction of A-Qing as well (while he isn't a traditional cultivator, talismans can be used by everyone).

Now, would either of these methods actually work? I'm inclined to think not really (and I expand on the former method in a note below). Would that stop Jin Guangshan/Jin Guangyao/the cultivators they employ from trying? Especially considering Jin Guangshan's lust for power?

I'm inclined to think no, too.

For the third, look no further than Jiang Cheng's reputation of capturing and torturing demonic cultivators after Wei Wuxian's death, due to thinking they could be him. And this does happen – Jin Ling knows and talks about it, and there's not real motivation for him to negatively lie about someone he loves. Also, when they come across each other at Dafan Mountain, we're told this in Jiang Cheng's inner voice:

A moment ago, Jiang Cheng was certain that this person was Wei WuXian, and all of the blood in his body started to boil. Yet, now, Zidian was clearly telling him that he wasn’t. Zidian definitely wouldn’t deceive him or make a mistake, so he quickly calmed himself and thought, this doesn’t mean anything. I should first find an excuse to take him back and use every possible method to get information out of him. It’s impossible for him to not confess anything or give himself away. I’ve done things like this in the past anyways. - MDZS Chapter 10, EXR translation

This mainly shows that he's tortured people before, rather than that he's tortured people because he thinks they're Wei Wuxian, but this reason is confirmed by Jin Ling in Chapter 24. Of course, the reason is also mentioned in this chapter, and there are other moments in the chapter that illustrate my point better**, but they come from second-hand sources which I know are easier to deny. Do take note of Jiang Cheng's expression both times he comes across 'Mo Xuanyu' (after he suspects he's Wei Wuxian) in Book One***, though:

After a moment, the corners of Jiang Cheng’s lips pulled into a twisted smile. His left hand started to unconsciously stroke the ring [Zidian] again. He spoke softly, “… Well, well. So you’re back?” - Chapter 10, EXR Although his face had always been clouded, marked with arrogance and satire, it seemed as if every corner of it had come alive. It was difficult to determine whether it was vengeful wrath, fathomless hatred, or raving ecstasy. - Chapter 23, EXR

This does seem to line up with what people say his attitude to Wei Wuxian is – there doesn't seem to be any happiness at seeing him again at all. The only time a word that could suggest that ('ecstasy') is used, it's accompanied by 'raving', and considering the context and the other possibilities of his expression, it's... probably not due to happiness at being reunited.

So, considering 1) this, 2) his contribution to the Siege specifically intended to kill Wei Wuxian, and 3) that at the time of frequent soul-summoning Jiang Yanli's death would be even closer for him, I feel pretty confident in saying that yes, this is likely a motivation for the Jiang sect in trying to re-summon Wei Wuxian's soul after his death. And, as mentioned earlier, cultivators can harm ghosts (and we know Zidian is able to remove souls posessing a body from that body, and that Jiang Cheng used Zidian on 'Mo Xuanyu' in Chapter 10. If it wasn't able to restrain/harm ghosts, or other methods weren't able to, why would he risk Wei Wuxian's soul escaping?).

And finally, option four: destruction. We're heading into much more speculative territory here, so don't consider this on par with the first three. But consider this:

We know there are some spells, like Xue Yang's talisman used on A-Qing and the body-offering ritual, that can ruin the returning soul’s reincarnation cycle by destroying it. Therefore, soul destruction is possible.

The 'main'/supposed reason for summoning Wei Wuxian's soul back is to stop the "cultivation world, or even all of mortal land" from being "faced with the most insane damnation and revenge, sinking into nothing but chaos and despair" when Wei Wuxian inevitably returns. While, as mentioned above, I severely doubt this is the motivation for certain sects – and to me is likely a rumour which the Jins (again, especially Jin Guangsha) fanned the flames of to justify summoning Wei Wuxian back for their own purposes**** – there are other sects which would take it more seriously.

Although likely disrespectful, people already thought it served Wei Wuxian right to die without his body intact by the time of the second siege – something believed to negatively affect your reincarnation in your next life*****. This is only the logical next step, and I'm pretty sure the vast majority of people would believe that, again, it would serve Wei Wuxian right, or would at least lead to less harm of the world in the long run.

For these reasons, I could definitely see this as an option for some sects, especially the sects who consider themselves more 'righteous' (cough cough the Nies under Nie Mingjue cough cough). After all, evil is evil and good is good, and the evil deserve what's coming to them. And what better way to prevent that than from preventing his soul from returning at all? So for the Nie sect – and likely some of the smaller sects involved in the Siege, since among them, additudes probably vary – yes, I do think it could be a motivation.

I’m not as sure about the Lans being willing to go this far, and that’s largely for two reasons. One, Lan Wangji’s presence and his relationship to Lan Xichen, who does (not always, but he does) let this affect how he treats Wei Wuxian. An example of this is that, when Wei Wuxian's return is made public, Lan Xichen does let him hide and shelter at the Cloud Recesses instead of trying to pursue him, likely majorly due to Lan Wangji. I'd argue that the aftermath of the Nightless City also acts as an example of this, although it definitely isn't perfect. But though he, Lan Qiren and the 33 elders do come to find Lan Wangji and do not let him continue to shelter Wei Wuxian (after they see Lan Wangji's feelings), Lan Xichen doesn't use this opportunity to kill/capture Wei Wuxian, despite Lan Wangji being in a worse condition due to having fought 33 elders, Wei Wuxian being catatonic, and Lan Qiren likely supporting this outcome (especially considering he was the one who led the Lan sect in the Siege – chapter 68, Wei Wuxian's POV). And he did let Lan Wangji take Wei Wuxian back to the Burial Mounds after:

After he went out of his way to send you back to Burial Mound and returned in such low spirits to receive his punishment, how long he kneeled before the Wall of Rules! - Chapter 99, EXR

Again, this was right after the Nightless City massacre – there isn't any goodwill towards Wei Wuxian at this point in time.

Of course, the Lan sect did participate in the siege after Lan Xichen knew of Lan Wangji's feelings towards Wei Wuxian, which Lan Xichen was no doubt a part of (although Lan Qiren lead the Lan sect in the siege, Lan XIchen had to have at least known/given his support, if not participated.) And it should be considered that Lan Xichen letting Wei Wuxian shelter at the Cloud Recesses was after Wei Wuxian had been back for a while, and had not caused the downfall of the Cultivation World, like many suspected he would after his death. And of course, as stated previously, his handling of the aftermath of Nightless City wasn't perfect either (though please note that his main motive here was to protect Lan Wangji from being potentially executed, rather than anything about Wei Wuxian himself). So caring about Lan Wangji doesn't mean he won't harm Wei Wuxian. But I do think he could find bringing Wei Wuxian's soul back to completely destroy it a bit excessive. There is, though, the chance that the elders of the Lan Sect would react to this differently, and of course they would have a sway on both Lan Xichen and the Lan sect as well.

The second reason is smaller, but there seems to be more focus in the Lan sect than in others when it comes to letting ghosts rest peacefully/helping them move on. And that could definitely lead to more resistance to the idea of summoning a soul back to destroy it as well, which could especially impact the elders. So I'd assume that the Lan sect would be the most likely sect to summon Wei Wuxian's soul back just for confinement, or just for some way of making sure any resentment is disippated, his spirit moves on, and he can't cause more harm to the world (eg via Inquiry)******. Not that he would or does as a ghost or as a reborn person, but that's unfortunately not relevant to this.

But yes, as a motivation for the Nie Mingjue-led Nie sect? Absolutely.

So, these are the main motives I suspect to be behind the attempted summoning of Wei Wuxian's soul after his death (and if I've missed any, please let me know – I'd love to have a discussion). And, of course, none of them lead to anywhere good. Because of course it wasn’t enough to besiege Wei Wuxian, murder the 50 non-combatants he was responsible for (and throwing them into the blood pit as a mark of disrespect because why not?), and lead to his death via him getting torn apart. It wasn’t enough to steal all his inventions, and use them commonly while still slandering him with no reprieve – or to steal his notes and give them to people like Xue Yang to study (Villainous Friends, again) and to use for their own, extremely extremely harmful, purposes. Of course, the cultivation world has to try to harm Wei Wuxian after death as well ((:

We don't know whether Wei Wuxian rejecting the summoning ceremonies was conscious or unconscious, but if it was the former, these are very likely reasons he refused to return in this way. If it was unconscious – for example, maybe during the frequent soul-summons his soul was in a weakened state due to him dying from a backlash of resentful energy and getting torn apart, and it healed over time but not before the soul-summoning rituals stopped – well, I can only be thankful.

Finally, let me leave you on the thought that – although it may well have happened since we don't spend much time in the immediate aftermath of the Sunshot campaign – there isn't even any textual mention of this happening to Wen Ruohan. Who, while not being a guidao user, was still very dangerous, still an extremely powerful cultivator, and still had a lot of reason to feel resentment. So.

:')

Thank you for reading!

*Considering what we see of how Wei Wuxian's guidao functions – redirecting the ghosts'/corpses' resentment into doing something they'd want to do, eg attacking people, and directing it towards a target – I'm not sure using it to force a spirit to do something 1) extremely specific, and 2) explicitly against their will would actually work. Iirc the closest thing we get to this in text is Wei Wuxian using the corpses of Wens to attack other Wens in the Sunshot Campaign, but he's still just directing their resentment to a target of his choice, and fierce corpses do tend to be on the less concious side of things (hence why Wei Wuxian had to awaken Wen Ning's consciousness). Considering how Wen Ning attacks Wei Wuxian and the Burial Mound Wens before his consciousness had fully awoken, I... really don't think those fierce corpses were able to differentiate (or didn't care).

Meanwhile, ghosts seem to be a bit more in control of themselves – see A-Qing, and Wei Wuxian's own descriptions of his ghost self.

That, alongside ghost!Wei Wuxian being able to resist his soul-summoning and the fact that pretty much all of the new guidao users are a lot weaker than he was, does make me think that this this wouldn't work. I do wonder about Xue Yang, since his methods are pretty different as well, but he's more of a modao user than a guidao user (he controls living corpses rather than dead people) and I don't think you can insert physical nails into ghosts?? Though if he was specifically instructed to figure out some way to control ghost!Wei Wuxian (who's probably kept in a spirit-trapping pouch in this scenario), he might be able to do something at least. Though also he was also struggling to piece Xiao Xingchen's ghost soul back together, so he may struggle with those areas?

Well, whatever the potential outcome, I'm so so happy once again that Wei Wuxian's soul managed to resist the soul-summonings...

**Mainly this:

Everyone in the cultivation world knew that the young leader of the Jiang Clan watched out for Wei WuXian in an almost crazed manner. He would rather catch the wrong person than let go of any possibility, and took anyone who seemed like they held the soul of Wei WuXian away to the YunmengJiang Sect, inflicting severe torture on his victim. If he wanted to take someone back, the opposition would surely lose half of their life. - Chapter 10, EXR

But I have heard people say 'you can't prove that it's just more rumours' before, and I wanted my evidence to be as watertight as possible.

(And, off-topic... isn't it really sad how Jiang Cheng, in the present day, is described as young? Because, for a clan leader, he is. And another thing he is, is close in age to Wei Wuxian – who was killed 13 whole years prior :') )

***And do note that the only other time they run into each other before Wei Wuxian's identity is revealed to the world apart from this is their brief interaction at Jinlintai, where he can't just act however he wants. The next time they run into each other after it, Jiang Cheng is literally taking part in another siege against him, and still extremely hostile ("surrounded by hostile energy, face insidious, staring straight at him" – from EXR chapter 60). Then he loses his spiritual powers and can't do anything. By the time he regains his powers, Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji and the Wen remnants' corpses have saved everyone during the Second Siege, and though public opinion hasn't properly shifted quite yet, it will soon after Sisi and Bicao tell the story of Jin Guangyao, and voila, a new scapegoat (do note that he doesn't completely bar Wei Wuxian from entering Lotus Pier after the Second Siege, though). Plus, throughout it all, Lan Wangji is still constantly present, which makes it hard for Jiang Cheng to really do anything. And then he's finally faced with the Golden Core reveal, which does alter his motivations towards Wei Wuxian (obviously the resentment is still there – read chapter 102 – but it's also mixed with other complex emotions, and he seems to start being able to move away from that a little in Chapter 103). I still definitely wouldn't describe Jiang Cheng's attitude towards him as positive, but it isn't at the point it was at the start of the novel (eg Chapter 10).

But even if his attitude does change, or would for whatever other reason apart from the reveal, that still doesn't change an initial motivation so isn't relevant to this meta. We know his intentions at the start.

****It's also possible they may have originated it, but I think WWX's reputation was bad enough for it to form naturally. Though you can trace a major part of that back to them, too.

*****That belief isn't outright stated in MDZS, but the fact people are specifically talking about the status of WWX's body in the aftermath of his death suggests that this belief does have some grounding in the MDZS universe, at least? And we know MXTX has included it in TGCF (though that doesn't mean it's definitely in MDZS), so she has used it in her works. If this isn't the case in the MDZS universe I am sorry (although that could also mean there's less importance placed on not disturbing the reincarnation cycle in the world of MDZS...? Which would work towards my original argument) – I don't want to spread misinformation that something is definitely true, I just think there's evidence to suggest it is true, which isn't the same thing.

******Again, I think this would depend on who ends up having more influence over who in the Lan sect. After all, normal resentful spirits only do what they do because of their resentment in death, whereas Wei Wuxian is 'dangerous' because of who everyone thinks he was in life – so him being reborn naturally could also 'cause a lot of harm to the world' during the time period this version of him would live in, unlike the resentful ghosts they appease. This could definitely lead to many advocating for confinement, I think.

#writing this takes me back to my nie huaisang one #'detective metas' i'd call both of them #as opposed to analysis of characters or themes #it may be less 'meaningful' but it's still fun to explore and speculate within a world you love #...albeit maybe not for this one because. mdzs jianghu when i get my hands on you-#also i fully acknowledge i may be wrong #but again i'd love to have discussions about these! debates and knowledge exchange are what leads to better understanding of source materia #which is a major goal of mine in writing these #mdzs meta #my meta #wei wuxian #mdzs cultivation world #long post #mo dao zu shi #gdc #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #魔道祖师 #mxtx #detective meta #<– if i ever make this a tag #also i feel like you could write a fic (angsty or not so angsty depending on where you go with it) where the lan sect somehow-#-summons ghost!wwx back (not sure how bc the jin and jiang sects would probably want 'custody' of him more - and i don't think summoning-#-rituals are done by just one sect at a time? but imagine it happens) and idk he's kept in a spirit-trapping pouch or sth #lwj probably isn't told bc of what happened after nightless city - elders can't really trust him in matters to do with wwx #but maybe lxc feels bad for him or sth (especially bc he's mourning him and stuff + what happened after he found out wwx was dead)#and tells him and maybe brings wwx's soul to him for a bit so wwx can respond to inquiry #and they talk and obv. wwx is NOT happy with the situation (both rn and yk bc of the VERY RECENT SIEGE)#but but but! the thing that would stop this being completely depressing is that LWJ HAS A-YUAN SO WWX FINDS OUT HE SURVIVED #also lwj's injuries would likely come up at SOME point which would lead to wwx finding out abt nightless city afermath #AA NOO THE TAGS WENT ON FOR SO MUCH LONGER BUT I GUESS TUMBLR DOESN'T ALLOW SO MANY i'll have to make another post...

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