#and i would hate to have to NOT post it here at all or worse cut it off short and have the complete scene only on the website rip

[konjiang]

Cumplane Library au

Sy was in the Library studying when he saw that PIDW just had a new update, he almost couldn't contain himself and started fuming from anger. Thankful no one else beside the library staff was here right now.

He quickly craft up the most vile and disrespectful review post, and hit send before anyone else even left a comment. Some may say his dedication to hating on Airplane was obsessive and unhealthy, but his hands shake with fury every time he read a new chapter. If he didn't do something, he would probably get sick from the repressed feeling.

After spurring out all his hatred towards Airplane in the post, he resumed studying for his class. Right when he was about to put in his earbuds and to start playing some lofi, he heard a quiet chuckle from behind him. The quiet library staff was staring at him and trying to hide his laughter.

The burning in his face was sure to set the library on fire with how hot he felt. He couldn't believe that someone witness him in his lowest form. He quickly got up and packed his laptop away, planning on dying from embarrassment in the safety of his room.

'This is all that fucking dumb hack author's fault!' He practically ran to the door, but the door wouldn't open now matter how he pulled or pushed. He had no choice to turn around and pretend like nothing happened.

He tried to nonchalantly go back to his seat, but a pair of brown eyes followed his movement. When he crossed over the front desk, the guy abruptly stand up and smiled at him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh at you like that. It was that you were so funny getting mad at the novel you were reading." He had brown curly hair, dimples on both side of his face, a ponytail, and a innocent looking face. Sy thought that this guy looked exactly like what he thought LBH looked like.

"That door is currently shut because of construction. A lot of people have been trying to open it all day, but they never read the sign I put up." the LBH lookalike sighed, and SY turned his head and saw that there was indeed a piece of paper tape to the door, but in his flustered state, he couldn't bother to read it.

"Oh. Thanks..." Sy mumbled out, this day was getting worse by the second.

"What were you reading?" the innocent looking guy asked. Sy couldn't tell him, he couldn't be the one to ruin this guy's innocent.

"Just some webnovel." SY deflected, wanting this conversation to end already.

"Oh really?" They guy bounced a bit as he leaned forward causing his ponytail to sway slightly, "I like web novels too, which one were you reading?" SY stared at the guy's doe eyes, noting that he was definitely not as tall as LBH, since he was shorter than SY.

'He would look great cosplaying white lotus LBH.' Sy thought, but he didn't want to entertain that idea at all because his brain kindly provided him with all the sex scenes from varies chapters of PIDW.

"It's not really popular, so I don't think you'll like it." Sy stood there in agony when the cute guy looked at him disappointedly.

"Oh...okay. Sorry for bothering you."

'Fuck! Why can't god just strike me down right now.' Sy impulsively ripped out a piece of paper from his binder and wrote down his number.

"Here, I can recommend you some better novel. Just text me your preferences." Sy said coldly, trying to regain his composure.

"Really? Thank you!" The guy excitedly whispered as a group of student walked in. Sy took this chance to blend in with the crowd and leave when the guy was preoccupied with others.

'Ah fuck. If I ever met that dumbass author. I'm beating the shit out of him.'

--

As a university library worker, he seen a lot of things throughout his shifts. But he would never expect to find Peerless Cucumber reading the latest chapter in the library. Is it shame on him for posting it when he was working or shame on Cucumber for reading it in a public place.

He type in the phone number and saved it in his phone. His shift was about to end and he could fully plan out how to mess with Cucumber afterwards.

"Luo Binghe, you're free to go."

"Thanks" Luo Binghe, or more infamously known as Airplane, skipped out of the library while humming to himself.

[letmebeyourcrrsh]

the echo of his broken heart

idol!jeongin x reader

warnings: mention of hate, angst?

tell me if there is more-

genre: breakup

summary: you are dating the one and only maknae of stray kids. you two had been in a happy and healthy relationship for very long now.. until suddenly the internet was filled with pictures of you two…

You never thought you'd be here. Never thought the day would come when you'd have to walk away from him. The man who made your heart feel whole.

Jeongin was your secret—your calm in the chaos. You never wanted the world to know about your relationship. It was yours and his, tucked away in a quiet corner of the universe. The late-night phone calls, the stolen kisses when no one was looking, the soft promises to always be there for each other… That was enough. It was always enough.

But nothing stays hidden forever.

It was one photo. One innocent moment. You were both at a small café, tucked away in a quiet corner, laughing at something he had said. It was like any other day. However.. A fan saw. A fan snapped a picture, and from that moment, everything shattered.

At first, it was just curiosity.

“Is this real?” “Who are they?”

People wanted to know. But soon, the floodgates opened, and the hate followed.

They don`t deserve him. They’ll ruin his career. They’re just using him. They dont even look good next to him? ew. Bet they are only there for the money.

Jeongin tried to protect you at first, tried to deflect the hate, tried to pretend it wasn’t happening. But you saw the pain in his eyes. You heard the exhaustion in his voice when he called you late at night, asking how you were holding up.

It hurt him. And it hurt you.

The once peaceful love you had shared started to feel suffocating. You didn’t want to be a part of the world that was judging you, tearing apart your life for the mere crime of loving someone who happened to be famous. But you knew that as long as Jeongin was by your side, you could endure it.

But then came the threats.

They started slowly—comments on his posts, DMs flooding his inbox. It wasn’t just hate anymore. It was fear. The " fans " were relentless. They told him to end it with you before things got worse. They said if he cared about his career, he would choose them over you. They said you weren’t good enough for him, and that you would bring him down.

And then the worst part came.

The messages you received. The ones that told you to leave him. The ones that told you to disappear. They weren’t just cruel; they were dangerous. They said they knew where you lived. They said they knew everything about you.

Your life became a nightmare.

You wanted to fight back, to scream at them that they didn’t know you, that you weren’t some kind of villain. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t risk his safety. You couldn’t risk your own.

And in the quietest, darkest part of your heart, you knew what was coming. You knew this couldn’t go on.

It was the night after a particularly ugly comment had gone viral. Jeongin called you. His voice was low, almost robotic, as if he had rehearsed these words a thousand times in his head.

“Y/N, we need to talk.”

You already knew what he was going to say.

“I think... it’s best if we end this,” he said, his voice trembling slightly.

Your chest tightened. You had been expecting it. You had known it was coming. But hearing him say the words felt like a knife twisting in your heart.

“No,” you whispered. “Please, Jeongin. We can’t just let them win. We’ll figure this out. We can make it through.”

He was silent for a moment. And then, you heard the deep, painful exhale of a man who was already broken inside.

“I can’t do this anymore, Y/N. I can’t see you like this. You’re scared all the time. You’re hurting, and it’s because of me. You don’t deserve this. You deserve peace. You deserve a life that isn’t filled with hate and threats.”

Your tears began to fall silently, as if your heart knew the end was coming even before your mind could process it.

“Jeongin,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “I don’t care about the hate. I care about you. You’re worth every bit of pain. I just want to be with you.”

He was crying now, and his voice was barely audible as he responded, “I love you so much, Y/N. I always will. But the truth is… I’m not enough to keep you safe. I can’t protect you from this. I can’t let you drown in a world that doesn’t care about you the way I do.”

Your world felt like it was crumbling. All of the love you shared, all the quiet moments, the dreams you had together—they were slipping through your fingers, and you couldn’t stop it.

“Please… don’t ask me to walk away,” you begged, your heart breaking with every word. “I can’t do this without you.”

But he was already shaking his head. “I’m so sorry. You’re everything to me, but I can’t be the reason you lose yourself.”

There was no more fight in him. No more hope in his eyes. Just sorrow. Just resignation.

And so, you did what you had to do. You said goodbye. The words felt empty as they left your lips. They were hollow, unable to fill the space between you two, because the truth was, neither of you wanted this. Neither of you wanted to let go.

“I’ll never forget you,” he whispered, his voice broken. “I promise.”

You wanted to say the same, but it was too much. The tears clouded your vision as you turned away, walking out of his life with the weight of everything you couldn’t change.

And as you walked away, all you could hear was the echo of his broken heart, calling your name in the distance.

[thetepes]

I feel like a lot of people don’t realize that most of the people in the Lily crit community are actually pretty forgiving and tolerant? Like I’ve seen you guys have pretty stark disagreements and be normal about it. You seem pretty chill about everything except CSA and bigotry which is very reasonable.

That's how I see us? I mean, we aren't a monolith. We have no leader, we don't even all have one place we talk. There have been fights and disagreements, but even after them we can shake it off and keep on keeping on. We're adults. That's how you adult. Shock of shocks, but not every minor social spat is worth a hate server and a callout post even if you can't talk it out.

We all have our tolerance levels, like mine is lower than let's say Liquid's. There have plenty of times Liquid has been very understanding and willing to see a more sympathetic side of things where I've said "No, fuck off. I refuse to give grace here, this is clearly malicious." and I think that's good!? We need people like Liquid and we need people like me because without one or the other you either become too forgiving or too unforgiving. Together we all strike a balance and together we all can see different perspectives giving us an edge up few other movements of this nature have and what ultimately leads them to failing while we're still here.

Us also being from all walks of life, countries, and nationalities helps in other ways too. We're a rare group of people who can bypass the social fears present online and point out behavior that's genuinely dangerous and unacceptable without being susceptible to buzzwords and we know better than to except these demented excuses. No. it's not inherently trans to be a groomer. No, it's not inherently lgbtq to be attracted to animals and children. No, it's not inherently anything ever for any reason to be racist, xenophobic, or any other damn thing. Being a minority of any stripe doesn't make what people like Lily and Patty are doing ok.

Hot take, but I'm perfectly willing to go "Hey, this person's apologized and they've changed their behavior so let's move on. We're done here." Issue is, Lily has never and will never do those things and she's done enough heinous shit where even if she did? It's too late.

If she, at the beginning, had said "I was wrong, I'm sorry. I'll change" then actually DONE THAT. Not carried on for years, making worse and worse and more hateful content - so many of us would not be here. Her past would have been resigned to a 15 page thread on Kiwifarms that hasnt been active in years like so many others, but she didn't do that.

So we're here. Talking about her and the other freaks like her now too. Sorry to ramble so much at you.

[miss-noo-na]

Take What You Can Get (Yeonjun x Reader)

Title: Take What You Can get

Featuring: Choi Yeonjun (TXT) x Reader

Rating: Mature/explicit

Warnings: Verbal degradation and name-calling (slut, whore, etc), dubcon because consent isn't verbally given but insinuated. Rough sex/hate-fucking, dirty talk, choking, biting, yearning.

Word Count:  4000

Summary: You have been pining for Soobin, even though he doesn't return your feelings. You can't stand his best friend Yeonjun, but he notices, and he's going to make you forget all about him. Whether you want to or not.

Notes: It's been a long time since I posted something to Tumblr, so I thought I'd do it for funsies. Also to remind everyone that I'm still alive and update on AO3 now (check my pinned post for links) Love you guys <3

You didn’t expect much when Soobin invited you over. Sure, there was always a small part of you that hoped maybe today would be the day. The day he got the hint that you liked him and had for some time. The day he returned those feelings, or at least was curious to get closer. For the sake of your friendship you would never confess to him the crush you had been harboring for so long, unless you got that hint.

But you never imagined that standing in his kitchen he would introduce you to the girl he had been seeing. You had no idea he was dating anyone, especially not someone so pretty. It was early in the relationship but you thought for sure you would have known about this sooner, if not from him than one of your mutual friends. You smiled wide and happy when you shook her hand, even though inside you could feel the weight of the disappointment crushing down on your heart.

To make matters worse, halfway through the get-together they had left. He assured you and their other friends they would be back in a bit, they had something they needed to do together. You don’t know why they hadn’t done it before you bothered coming over, but there you were, alone in his bedroom trying to work out a problem with his computer. He had mentioned in passing that he was having some issues with a program you were familiar with, and it would be great if you could take a look at it while you were there.

“I’d really appreciate it.” He said with a gentle crease in his eyes that made you melt, and you nodded all too willingly. Now you just felt like an idiot, doing his tasks for him while he was out with his new girl doing whatever it was you didn’t want to think about.

You were vaguely trying to solve the issue, more so lost in your thoughts and clicking around idly. The door being nudged open loudly by someone’s foot startled you.

You swiveled halfway in the chair and locked eyes with Yeonjun, who half-smiled at you but not in a kind way. You rolled your eyes and turned back around without a word.

The baggage of pining for Soobin came with the unfortunate add-on of having to be around Yeonjun. From the moment you met, there was something about him that bothered you, and the more you got to know him that something turned into many things. He was arrogant and loud and always needed to be the center of attention. He thought too highly of himself and dominated conversations with his obnoxious presence that he was under the impression was charming to others, but not you. You tried ignoring him at first, but over time started to speak up whenever he was too extra, and cracking jokes and roasts at his expense had him glowering at you from across the room. You bickered like rivals even when it wasn’t that serious. Every time he opened his mouth in a group setting you couldn’t help but roll your eyes just as you had done when you saw him enter Soobin’s room.

“Does he know you’re in here?” He asked as he made himself at home on the edge of Soobin’s bed.

“Of course he does.” You said in a biting tone, trying to focus now.

“Got you doing his work for him, eh?” He asked with a laugh and the sound it of it went down your spine like nails on a chalkboard.

“I’m just doing him a favor.”

“Naturally, you’re always doing him favors.” He said off-handedly, and you fought the urge to turn around. You said nothing.

“Tell me, do all your little errands feel stupid now that he’s fucking someone else?” He asked in a voice that dripped in condescension and you could feel yourself getting hot with anger. Yeonjun had caught on to your crush long ago, far more attentive than Soobin had ever been. It was something he liked to bring up whenever he felt like getting under your skin. Usually in retaliation for the times you told him to shut up and stop pestering everyone.

You continued to ignore him, typing more furiously and glaring at the screen, mentally cursing him out but not allowing it to reach your tongue.

You heard him get up and hoped he was leaving, but instead you felt him behind you, his presence looming over your shoulder. He turned his head and his hot breath ghosted your neck.

“Does it make you crazy thinking about him and her in this room?” He laughed low and it tickled your ear. “I bet you get all worked up wishing it was you.”

You weren’t going to sit here and be mocked, the anger bubbling up inside but also the pin-prick feeling of something else you didn’t want to address. You shoved the chair back, bumping his chest and making him stumble back. You headed for the door, figuring you could do this later when he wasn’t here.

“Hey! Hold on.” He grabbed at your wrist and you snatched it away, turning and glaring daggers into him. He sat back down on Soobin’s bed and he was grinning.

“I’m just messing around.” He said, but it didn’t ease your fury. Then his voice changed, it got a little softer and deeper.

“Come here.”

You blinked, his smile had faded and his eyelids drew down. The way he was looking at you was different. Usually it was smarmy or annoyed, but this looked like….

“Why?” You asked, still angled toward the door.

“Because.”

He gestured to the spot next to him and you hated that you were curious about what he had to say. The day was already ruined, so you relented and went and sat next to him.

“Look, I’m the only person who knows how you feel right now.” He said, surprisingly understanding, but you wondered about his angle. He wouldn’t be the type to comfort you.

“And I think maybe you should take this opportunity to do something about it.” He leaned a little closer. “That I could help with.”

You pulled back and scowled at him. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about letting me,” He pointed at himself, “Make you-“His finger touched the center of your chest, below your throat, “feel better.”

You guffawed at his proposition, but the hysterical laughter was hiding the way your blood started rushing to your ears when you heard him say it.

“You think I’m desperate enough to do that?” You asked.

Instead of being offended, like you might assume, he smirked.

“I do.” He stated plainly. “I think you’ve been following my best friend around like a pathetic puppy and someone needs to snap you out of it.”

Your smile faded at his words and you didn’t know how to decipher the mix of emotions. It hurt, first and foremost. But it hurt in a way that made your breath pick up as Yeonjun stared you down. You wanted him to keep talking.

He put his hands on the bed and moved forward in a sudden motion, making you lean back so far that you fell onto your back and he was now hovering over you.

“I think someone needs to get it through your dumb head that he doesn’t want you.”

He sounded mad. Frustrated by your behavior and intent on letting you know.

“And I know that you hate me,” He said with a wry smile, his eyes taking in the sight of you beneath him for a moment. “So I’m the perfect person to fuck it out of your system.”

Despite yourself and everything your instincts told you, you trembled at his words, your eyes widening and hands going clammy.

“What’s in it for you?” You asked, irked by how weak your voice now sounded.

He laughed, almost gleefully. “Making the bitch who hates me squirm under me is satisfying in its own way.” He cocked his head to the side. “I’ll think about it next time you try to humiliate me in front of our friends.”

Your chest was rising and falling quickly now, as he talked it got harder to deny what it was doing to your body. It took you a moment to recognize that the more he degraded you, the more it turned you on. And even the shame of that revelation was exciting you.

“So,” He started, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the side of your neck, just under your jaw. “Are you going to let me ruin you or what?”

His kisses moved to your throat and then down to your collar bones. You stared at the ceiling, breathing hard and pressing your hands into the covers. You suddenly remembered where you were. This was Soobin’s room and his best friend was kissing down your neck in his bed.

His mouth moved to the crook of your shoulder where his teeth sank into your flesh. Not enough to break skin, but enough to make you yelp in surprise. Your hands shot up to grab his arms, holding on to him. He laughed against your neck.

“Take this off,” He said, toying with the hem of your shirt. You couldn’t understand yourself when you did exactly what he asked without hesitating.

“You might as well take your pants off, too.”

As you worked on removing your clothing, a voice in your head was asking what exactly you were doing, letting someone you couldn’t stand 5 minutes ago strip you down to your underwear. It was overpowered by a louder part of you that needed this. Needed to be taken and consumed and punished.

“You may be stupid,” He said, his tongue swiping over his lower lip as his vision grazed your body, “But you’re not bad looking.”

His half-lidded gaze, plump mouth and imposing form over you made you realize you thought the same of him. Maybe when you first saw him you recognized how attractive he was, but it was quickly replaced by a seething dislike. However here, in the afternoon glow of Soobin’s bedroom and his smoldering eyes, he looked like everything you’d desire.

In one harsh movement he grabbed your leg under the knee and pulled the limbs apart, settling himself between them. He attached his mouth onto your neck once more as his fingertips started a delicate dance down the front of your body, stopping to fondle your breasts through your bra.

“Maybe I should mark you up, huh?” He breathed against your skin before latching his lips to it and sucking hard, nibbling with his teeth. “Make him wonder where you got these from.”

He moved to the other side of your neck and did it again, and without seeing it you could tell he was leaving vicious marks in your skin that would be obvious to anyone.

“Then again, he probably won’t care.” He chuckled. “You’ll want him to. You’ll leave them out for him to see and he won’t give a fuck.” He hissed before capturing your mouth in a searing kiss.

It took you by surprise, and you made a sound against his mouth. However, it didn’t take you long to reciprocate, opening up to him and letting his tongue lap against yours. Your hands found their way over his shoulders, drawing him closer, and he pressed his hips into you in response.

He pulled back but kept close, staring down at you as one of his hands came up and took your chin, his thumb pressing against your moist lips.

“Look at you.” He murmured, pushing up on your chin to raise your head. “Your body is begging for attention. He’s ignored you for so long, hasn’t he?” His voice baby-talking those harsh words and his hardness grinding into you made you whimper. Your brain felt like it was being emptied out and all that mattered was what Yeonjun was doing to you.

“Aren’t you glad I was here?” He smiled, a devious edge to his sweet voice. “To take advantage of a pathetic, touch-starved whore.”

His words were like electricity jolting through you. No one has ever talked to you like this before, and never did the thought occur to you that you might like it.

Because he was right. You had followed Soobin around for ages, hanging off his words and vying for anything you could get. You hadn’t been desired or looked at by anyone else in that time nor did you want to be, until now. Until Yeonjun forced you to take what you had been lacking.

His hand on your chin trailed down your body once more, his large hand cupping over your clothed sex. He squeezed you, hard, and you cried out from the painful ache that it caused.

“I could’ve just stripped you down and fucked you raw and gotten it over with.” He commented nonchalantly. “You would have let me, too. But teasing you is so much more fun.”

You looked up at him with wet, wide eyes, lips pouted and wanting to say something.

“You’re so quiet now. Usually you never shut the fuck up.” He laughed, now gently rubbing his hand over you, feeling your wetness seep through your panties.

“What do you want to say, baby?” He leaned closer and his voice fell to a whisper. “Tell me.”

Some of your deep-seated anger was coming through as you heard him talk without changing pace in his motions. Even in the moment of actually doing something useful, he was still so goddamn annoying.

“I hate you.”

A smile grew over his mouth as his eyes narrowed, and you didn’t know if you detected anger or passion. Maybe both.

“Your mouth says that,” He started, then slipped his hand under the band of your underwear and sank down toward your wetness, his fingers pressing between the folds and stroking up toward your clit. “But your body loves me.”

When his fingertips grazed agonizingly over the sensitive spot, you moaned, your hips twitching.

“See?” He commented triumphantly, and you were too lost in the feeling to argue it.

After teasing you another minute, his middle two fingers sank inside you, pressing to the second knuckle and making your back arch up off the bed toward him. He kissed up your neck to your ear and breathed, making you shiver.

“I’m gonna make you forget all about him.” He said in an unusually serious tone. He curled his fingers up and massaged a place inside you that made your eyes roll back.

Yet just as you were starting to surrender to it, he retracted them, and you whined at the emptiness that followed. He ripped your underwear down your legs as he sat up, then grinned down at you before removing his shirt.

“Stop whining, you’ll get something much better.”

You watched him quickly strip away the rest of his clothing and before you could do anything else, he was grabbing your legs and pulling you down toward him, surprising you with his strength.

You looked down between your bodies, your knees trembling as he took himself in his hand and aligned it with your entrance, but didn’t enter quite yet. Instead, he ran the tip of his cock between your folds, all the way up to your clit and slowly back down again. He repeated the motion as he spoke.

“Do you want me to fuck some sense into you?” He asked, meeting your eyes. “Or do you want to save yourself for your precious Soobin?”

“Shut up.” You whined, not sounding as strong and biting as you usually did when you told him to shut up.  “Just fuck me.”

His eyes that once danced with amusement dropped down into a glare you were familiar with. “Fine.”

He grabbed your hips at either side and sank himself inside you in one fluid motion, pressing all the way to the hilt until he bottomed out inside you. Your eyes snapped open and you grabbed onto his forearms, digging your nails into his skin. It was overwhelming in both pleasure and burning pain but you didn’t want him to stop.

Then he started to move, his hips drawing back only about an inch before snapping back in. He made sure he pulled you flush against him each time, showing you just how deep he could go.

As the grimace melted away from your face and twisted into pleasure, he leaned forward.

“What happened to all that attitude?” He asked, his breath coming out in thick pants. “You sure don’t look like you hate me now.”

You dug your nails even deeper into his skin and he hissed, snatching your wrists and forcing them over your head, pinning you down and never faltering in his rhythm.

“How does it feel?” He asked, squeezing your wrists and breathing down your neck. “How does it feel knowing I’m fucking you into the mattress of the man you love?”

You tugged at your makeshift restraints and knew you were trapped, he was stronger than he looked, but even if you could break free you didn’t really want to. Your face burned in embarrassment, hearing him mock your feelings.

“What would he think about you?” His voice got lower and closer to your ear. “What would he think knowing that you long for him, and you fucked the first person who showed you any attention because you’re just that desperate. “

He punctuated his words with hard thrusts, sweat forming on his brow and temples as his hair fell into his face. He swallowed up your needy moans in a kiss.

“You’re so fucking stupid.” He laughed breathlessly as he pulled away. “Look at what I’m doing to you. You could have had this all along.”

Something about that sentence rattled your brain, and you tried to focus on what he meant, but the way he was driving into you and holding you down made it difficult to concentrate.

“All this time running after Soobin when I was right here.” He growled, and a very real anger clouded his eyes. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, but he made it very clear he wasn’t joking when his motions became more purposeful.

“I wanted you as soon as I laid eyes on you.” He huffed out a breath. “And you couldn’t stand me.”

You were caught between listening to his confession and trying to hold on to your sanity with what he was doing with your body, and hearing the pure and unmistakable wanting in his voice spurned on your arousal.

“Now look at you,” That deviant smile came back. “You’re mine now.”

He let go of your arms and one hand encircled your throat. He didn’t squeeze too tight, just enough to get your attention and make you moan in approval.

“Isn’t that right, pretty girl?” He asked, and the tiniest hint of praise that hit your ears made you squirm and cry out under him.

“Yes.” You responded without hesitation, rocking against him and letting him grind down into you.

“Yeah? You like me taking care of this aching cunt and making it mine?”

You moaned in response, nodding your head in his hand and gazing up at him with a wanton stare. You realized the power you held in that moment, giving him exactly what you didn’t know he wanted.

“It’s all yours.”

The fire that lit up his eyes was worth it all, and his mouth crashed down on yours to kiss you with a new kind of fervor, grinding down deeper until his pelvic bone was in the perfect place to stimulate you. He knew exactly what he was doing, rolling his hips up and hitting the right spots until you could feel your release building up inside you.

He could see it in your face, and it only made him work harder. “I want you to come undone. I want to break you.” He rasped, his own ecstasy mounting right behind you.

You latched onto his shoulders and let him guide you to it. “I’m so close, Yeonjun.” You said his name in a way that drove him crazy.

“Then come for me, slut.” That sly grin found its way onto his features, “show me who it belongs to.”

With that it didn’t take long, fingers digging into his shoulders as your back arched and your orgasm hit you hard, washing over you in waves. He leaned down and panted in your ear “that’s it, baby,” and “All for me.”

Relentlessly fucking you through it over-stimulated you until you were a babbling, drunk mess. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down, feeling the vibration of his moans against your collar bone.

“Fuck, I’m-“ He hardly had the time to warn you before it hit him, he slowed down into a gradual, pulsing thrusting motion as he whined out his release in the sweetest way.

He came to a halt and panted against your skin, your limbs all tangled up and chests rising and falling together. It took a long time for your heartbeats to slow down.

He lifted himself up on his hands and looked down at you, softening and twitching inside you still. After the haze of the arousal and the hormones wore off, you felt exposed under his gaze. You wondered if he was angry at you.

But there was a softness in his eyes that worried you more than anything, and you reached up to push his hair back so you could see him better. You locked eyes for a long moment and said nothing.

Finally, he slipped out of you and came to lay down next to you. You grabbed at the nearest cover and pulled it over your body. When you looked over, there was a small smile tugging at the edge of his mouth.

“You can’t hide from me.” He said in a tired, husky voice.

“I can try.” You said, tucking yourself down into the cover, concealing part of your face. He rolled to his side and pulled them up, joining you underneath. Before you could speak again, he reached out and held your cheek in a surprisingly tender motion, and placed an even more tender kiss to your ravaged lips.

“I really didn’t mean for it to go that far.” He said in a near-whisper under the covers. You could only kind of see his face, and his dewy eyes and pouted mouth looked delicate.

“That’s hard to believe.” You whispered back, even quieter than him.

“Well I didn’t expect you to give in so easily.” He chuckled, and you felt yourself get hot with embarrassment.

“Did you mean what you said?” You asked curiously, knowing this was probably the only time he’d be honest about it. Who knows how either of you would feel once the adrenaline wore off completely.

“About you?” He said, and before you could confirm he nodded. “Yeah.”

“You could have just told me.” You offered, and he laughed louder this time.

“My pride wouldn’t let me do that.  Not with how you were always yearning for my best friend.” He sighed and rested his head on his arm.  “Also you hated me, remember?”

“Hate is a strong word.” You offered.

He rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Either way…”

He trailed off and you were both quiet for a moment.

“How do you feel about me now?” He asked, and you thought about it for a moment.

“Hmm, you’re slightly less unbearable now.” You said playfully, and luckily he laughed, too. He reached over and pulled you over by the waist, making a surprised squeak come out of you.

“Well, we’ll have to do this a couple more times. Just to make sure.”

He kissed you, and for the first time in a long time, someone other than Soobin made your hands shake and your heart beat faster.

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Always A Bad Girl (2)

Jey Uso x Black OC

Once a bad girl, always a bad girl.

Summary: When a group of girls shows up to fight his nieces and their friend, Joshua is stunned to find that his niece’s friend’s mom, Divinity, is the woman he’s been unable to forget after a one-night stand. The chemistry between them is undeniable, and Joshua quickly realizes he wants more with her. But as their connection deepens, he’s about to learn that Divinity’s wild side may be more than he bargained for.

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Previous: Chapter One

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Three weeks of playing the mouse and cat game with Divinity had left Joshua feeling more than just frustrated. He had thought it would be different. He had expected the chase, yes, but not to the extent that it had turned into some elaborate game where he was always the one chasing and never the one caught. The whole thing had begun with an innocent flirtation, an exchange of glances, a few laughs, and eventually some teasing messages here and there. At first, he had enjoyed the back-and-forth, thinking it was leading somewhere.

But as the days passed, his enthusiasm began to wear thin. Divinity, the object of his desires, had always been elusive. She was a master of evasion, expertly keeping him on his toes, and if there was one thing that Joshua hated, it was uncertainty. For three weeks, every attempt to draw her closer seemed to push her further away. She had him in the palm of her hand, yet she was never quite within reach.

He couldn’t understand it. She was everything he had ever wanted—smart, stunningly beautiful, self-assured, and mysterious. But the more he tried to be near her, the more she pulled back. What was supposed to be playful banter had turned into a test of his patience, and he was failing.

It wasn’t just the physical distance between them, either. Her Instagram posts, with their carefully curated captions and alluring photos, felt like they were taunting him. Every time he scrolled through his feed, there she was—looking impossibly flawless, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. And with each post, each caption, it became painfully clear that Divinity knew exactly what she was doing. She knew how badly he wanted her, and she was going to remind him of that every time. It was like a game to her, a game that she was winning.

Her photos didn’t just show off her beauty—they were a declaration, a subtle way of saying, “I know you’re looking, and I know you want me, but you’re going to have to work for it.” It was maddening, the way she kept him dangling just out of reach, making him feel like he was chasing a prize that might never come.

In the beginning, he thought he could handle it, but after a while, it became clear that Divinity was playing a game that had no end in sight. Her posts were like riddles, each one teasing and pulling him deeper into her web. And her captions? They were even worse. They were filled with little hints and veiled messages that seemed to mock his growing frustration. It was as if she was daring him to step up and take control, daring him to break through her walls.

At his wit's end, Joshua resorted to asking his niece, Jayla, to relay messages to Divinity on his behalf. It was a step he never imagined he would take. Jayla, who was a teenager herself, had become an unexpected intermediary between the two adults. She’d offer her uncle little tidbits of information, sometimes passing along a smile or a wink from Divinity, sometimes just passing along a brief word of encouragement. But those moments only seemed to fuel Joshua’s obsession. The more Divinity resisted him, the harder he tried. It was like a twisted version of romance, where the chase became more important than the actual pursuit of a relationship.

He had even sent her black roses. He had wanted to make a statement, something dark and mysterious, a reflection of his inner turmoil. It was a bold gesture, one that he hoped would make Divinity take notice, to recognize that he wasn’t going to be toyed with forever. He watched her Instagram stories with bated breath, hoping for some kind of acknowledgment.

And then it came. The roses were displayed on her story with a black heart emoji. No thank you. No message. Nothing. Joshua’s heart sank. It wasn’t that he wanted her to be overly enthusiastic about the gesture, but the lack of any acknowledgment stung in a way he wasn’t prepared for. He had hoped for more—a text, a simple thank you, or even just a hint that she appreciated his effort. But there was nothing.

What hurt the most was that Divinity seemed to know how much he cared. She knew how badly he wanted her, and she reveled in it. She didn’t even need to say anything—her silence spoke volumes. It was a power play, and she was in complete control. Joshua didn’t know it yet, but Divinity was already several steps ahead. She wasn’t just playing with him—she was leading him into a trap of his own making.

What Joshua didn’t know was that Divinity had something else on her mind, something far beyond the teasing game she had been playing with him. She was in Indianapolis, Indiana, for the Royal Rumble, attending the event with her daughter, Jenova. It was a family trip, and Divinity had made her daughter promise not to tell Joshua about their plans. Divinity had her reasons. The whole situation with Joshua was complicated, and she wasn’t ready to make any moves in his direction just yet.

Jenova, at seventeen, had grown up in the shadow of her mother’s fame. Divinity was a woman who had been through the wringer, and though she was strong and independent, she had always put her daughter first. Jenova was sharp, wise beyond her years, and as much as she loved her mother, she could see the games that were being played with Joshua. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it.

Jenova sat on the private jet, watching the clouds drift lazily outside the window. She glanced over at her mother, who was absorbed in her phone. Divinity was always on her phone, always working or communicating with someone, but Jenova had learned to be patient. She had learned that when her mother’s mind was elsewhere, it was better to let her be. Still, something gnawed at Jenova, a feeling she couldn’t shake. She liked Joshua. He seemed like a good man, one who could be a positive influence on her mother. But there was something else. Jenova wasn’t sure if she was ready to share her mother’s attention with someone else.

“Mom,” Jenova called out, breaking the silence.

Divinity looked up, her focus shifting from the screen to her daughter. “Yes, baby?”

Jenova hesitated before asking the question that had been on her mind for days. “Do you like Jayla’s uncle?”

The question hung in the air, and Divinity took a moment before answering. “Yeah, I do,” she said softly, her gaze drifting back to her phone for a brief moment. But Jenova could tell that her mother’s thoughts were elsewhere, as they often were when she was trying to hide something.

“How do you feel about that?” Divinity asked, sensing the concern in her daughter’s tone.

Jenova bit down on her bottom lip, a habit she had when she was conflicted. Divinity knew her well enough to recognize it immediately. “I mean, I think you two would be cute together,” Jenova said carefully, her voice tinged with uncertainty, “but I don’t want to share your time and attention with someone else.”

Divinity’s heart ached. She knew how much her daughter meant to her, how fiercely protective Jenova could be, and how much they had to sacrifice for Divinity’s career. Divinity squeezed her daughter’s hand, offering a reassuring smile.

“Listen, Jenova,” Divinity began, her voice soft and steady, “I know that I’m not around as much as I’d like to be, but I need you to know something. A man will never take my attention away from you. You will always come first, baby. Always.”

Jenova looked up at her mother, her eyes searching Divinity’s face. There was something in her mother’s gaze that made her feel safe, that made her feel like everything would be okay. Divinity had always been there for her, through thick and thin. And as much as she might not be ready for her mother to move on, Jenova knew that Divinity would never let anyone come between them.

“I love you, Mom,” Jenova said quietly, her voice filled with the sincerity that only a daughter could express.

“I love you, too, baby,” Divinity replied, pulling her daughter into a warm embrace. “You’re my everything.”

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The backstage area at Lucas Oil Stadium was alive with the hum of last-minute preparations, the buzz of conversation, and the scent of fresh coffee drifting through the air. It was the night of the Royal Rumble, one of the biggest events in wrestling, and the atmosphere crackled with the palpable energy of anticipation.

But, amidst the whirlwind of activity, there was only one thing that held Divinity’s attention—Joshua.

As Divinity and Jenova made their way toward him, Joshua's face lit up in a way that made Divinity’s heart flutter. It was a look of pure enjoyment, but there was something more, a sense of triumph that only she could understand. Joshua knew exactly what this moment meant: he had finally gotten her where he wanted her, and the three weeks of figuring out how to get her attention had paid off. The mouse and cat game—his subtle flirtations and cheeky taunts—had won her over. She was here, in his world, and he couldn’t have been more thrilled.

Joshua, standing tall and confident, looked at Divinity and Jenova with a grin that spread across his face like wildfire. Divinity could tell by the glint in his eyes that he had been waiting for this moment, and it gave her a rush of warmth. For the first time in a long time, Divinity was feeling something she hadn’t in years, a connection with someone that seemed to ignite something deep inside of her.

He noticed his niece Jayla standing next to him, and with a playful pinch, he scolded her for not telling him that Divinity and Jenova were coming. Jayla grinned sheepishly, knowing that she’d kept the surprise from him, but couldn’t suppress a chuckle at her uncle’s exaggerated mock irritation.

Jenova, quick on her feet, rushed over to Jayla, and they embraced in a tight, sisterly hug. Divinity stood by, watching the girls with a smile that softened her heart. There was something about the ease with which they interacted, how natural it all seemed, that brought her a sense of peace. She loved that Jenova had a sisterly bond with someone especially since she was an only child.

When Divinity finally reached Joshua, the warmth of his smile was undeniable. Without hesitation, he pulled her into a tight embrace, one that felt safe and reassuring. His arms enveloped her, and for a brief moment, Divinity closed her eyes, allowing herself to be lost in the comfort of his presence. The world outside seemed to fade as she sank into the warmth of their connection.

“Thank you for the flowers,” Divinity murmured as they pulled apart, her voice low but sincere.

Joshua grinned, his gaze never leaving hers. “You’re welcome. You surprised me,” he replied, his voice tinged with that flirtatious tone she’d come to recognize. “I didn’t know you were coming tonight.”

Divinity’s eyes twinkled with mischief as she teased, “I know it’s a surprise. We had to come and cheer for you in person.”

Before she could say anything else, Jenova appeared at Joshua’s side, giving him another quick hug. The two shared a warm exchange, and Joshua’s voice took on a more sincere tone as he thanked Jenova for coming. His connection with Divinity’s daughter was evident, and Divinity couldn’t help but smile at the way he treated Jenova like family, too.

Jenova pulled out her phone, eager to capture the moment. “Photo time!” she declared, holding her phone out toward Joshua.

Joshua, ever the showman, immediately struck a pose, one hand resting confidently on his hip, the other giving a thumbs-up to the camera. Divinity laughed and stepped in to take the photo, her fingers lightly tapping the phone screen as she captured the moment for Jenova.

When the picture was taken, Jenova darted off to join Jayla, leaving Divinity and Joshua alone for a moment. Their gazes locked, and the playful energy between them felt electric.

“You could have worn my merch,” Joshua teased, his voice full of cocky charm. There was no mistaking the playful flirtation in his words.

Divinity raised an eyebrow, the corners of her mouth curling into a mischievous smile. “I could?”

Joshua nodded, his grin widening. “Yeah, you could.”

“Well, in that case,” Divinity said, her voice laced with a hint of humor, “hand me some merch, then.”

From the sidelines, Trinity, who had been watching the exchange, muttered to her husband, Jonathan, “Not him marking his territory.” Jonathan chuckled under his breath, clearly amused by the banter unfolding before them.

Joshua, eager to prove his point, pulled a black Jey Uso “Yeet” T-shirt from his bag and handed it to Divinity with a grin. “You look good in my merch,” he said, his voice full of pride.

Divinity slipped the shirt over her head, feeling its fabric stretch over her body. She stood up straight, adjusting it, and then struck a playful pose, raising her fingers to form the iconic “V” shape. Her eyes met Joshua’s, and there was a teasing glint in them.

“So, are you excited?” she asked, her voice smooth, but there was a layer of challenge beneath it.

“Oh hell yeah, I’m excited,” Joshua responded immediately, his voice laced with genuine enthusiasm.

Divinity didn’t miss a beat. “Are you going to win the Rumble?”

Joshua smirked, his confidence oozing through every word. “I will try.”

Divinity’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Well, you better do more than try because I ain’t flying out here just to see you try to win the Rumble,” she teased, her eyes gleaming.

Joshua laughed, his shoulders shaking slightly as he mock-saluted her. “Yes, ma’am,” he said with a wink, the flirtation between them growing more intense with each passing second.

The night was shaping up to be a whirlwind. Divinity was caught in the charm of Joshua’s easy confidence and the way he effortlessly made her feel like the center of his world. But, even as the excitement buzzed around them, she couldn’t ignore the occasional glances from the others around them, especially from two men who were making it clear that their attention was elsewhere.

Logan Paul and IShowSpeed, both recognizable faces in their own right, approached them without hesitation. As they walked up, they bypassed Joshua entirely, turning their attention straight to Divinity. It was as though Joshua was invisible for the moment, and he couldn’t help but feel the sting of their blatant disregard.

Logan, ever the attention-seeker, flashed a smile at Divinity. “Oh please, tell me you’re in the Women’s Royal Rumble match?” he asked, eyes lighting up with interest.

“A bad girl in the ring would be nice to see,” Speed chimed in, his gaze sweeping over Divinity with open curiosity.

Divinity, sensing their intrusion, didn’t miss a beat. She shook her head with a playful smile. “Oh no, I’m here to support this one,” she said, her hand locking with Joshua’s, making it abundantly clear where her loyalties lay.

Logan and Speed exchanged a glance, confusion flickering in their eyes as they looked back and forth between her and Joshua. It wasn’t lost on Divinity or Joshua that they were now receiving more attention than they had bargained for, but Joshua wasn’t having it. He gave them a subtle yet unmistakable “back off, she’s mine” look.

Logan simply shrugged with a chuckle, but Speed quickly shifted his focus, asking Divinity to appear on his livestream. “No, thank you,” she replied coolly before Joshua gently pulled her away from the two men, his hand around her waist guiding her out of the awkward situation.

As they walked away, Joshua muttered under his breath, “I’ll knock their heads off if they don’t back up.” There was a mixture of protectiveness and amusement in his voice, and Divinity couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Oh, relax,” she teased. “They mean no harm.”

The two continued to walk through the bustling backstage area, their energy rising as the event progressed. Yet, even with the excitement surrounding them, there was an undercurrent of tension that Divinity couldn’t shake. As they made their way through the backstage crowd, they spotted Jaida Parker standing close to Jenova and Jayla, chatting animatedly. Divinity could feel a shift in the air, an uncomfortable tension that seemed to radiate from Jaida, whose eyes locked onto Divinity and Joshua’s interlaced hands.

Divinity paused, her intuition prickling at the cold stare Jaida was sending in their direction. She forced a smile and approached Jenova, not bothering to acknowledge the woman who seemed so intent on making herself a part of the moment.

“Hey, baby, are you having fun?” Divinity asked, her voice warm as she leaned down to kiss Jenova’s cheek.

“So much fun!” Jenova exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement.

It was then that Jaida cleared her throat, her presence growing more palpable as she finally decided to speak up. “I gotta say, you’re probably too old to still be on reality TV,” Jaida said with a sly smile. “But I admire your hustle.”

Divinity’s lips curled into a tight smile, her eyes narrowing slightly as she regarded Jaida with a cool composure. She wasn’t in the mood for drama, but the underlying jab didn’t sit well with her. She responded with the politeness she had learned to master over the years, though there was a razor-sharp edge to her tone.

“Thanks,” Divinity said simply, but her eyes conveyed a message: Don’t try me.

Joshua, sensing the rising tension, gently pulled Divinity away, urging her that they needed to take their seats as the show was about to begin. Jaida’s presence lingered in the air, but Divinity refused to let it ruin the moment.

As Divinity and Jenova made their way out to their seats, Divinity couldn’t help but feel her protective instincts rise. She wasn’t sure what Jaida’s intentions were, but one thing was clear, she wasn’t about to let anyone disrespect her.

But, for now, the show must go on, and Divinity was determined to enjoy the night, even as the drama simmered beneath the surface.

The Royal Rumble was just getting started, but the night’s tensions were far from over. And Divinity, despite her attempts to stay out of the drama, knew that she would have to face whatever came next head-on.

The crowd in Lucas Oil Stadium roared as the opening bell rang, signaling the start of the 2025 Royal Rumble event. Divinity settled into her seat beside Jenova, the excitement of the crowd blending with the adrenaline of the moment. The lights above the ring flickered with intensity, illuminating the action unfolding in the squared circle.

Even though the night had barely begun, there was something in the air that felt electric, like the quiet before a storm. Divinity couldn’t shake the lingering feeling of tension from her brief encounter with Jaida. She tried to push it out of her mind, to focus on the action in the ring, but her thoughts kept drifting back to that moment. Jaida’s cutting words echoed in her mind, her condescending smile lingering like a bad taste.

Jenova, sensing her mother’s shift in mood, nudged her gently. “You okay, Mom?” she asked, her voice soft but filled with concern.

Divinity blinked, turning her focus back to the ring. "Yeah," she said, offering a tight smile. "Just a little distracted. It's nothing."

Jenova raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. Instead, she leaned forward in her seat, her eyes glued to the ring where the Women’s Royal Rumble match was already underway. Divinity couldn’t help but be drawn to the intensity of the match, the athleticism on display as competitors were thrown over the top rope one by one. Nia Jax, a powerhouse of a woman, was dominating the match, eliminating several of her opponents in quick succession. But Divinity’s attention kept slipping back to the backstage drama, the faint memory of Jaida’s eyes boring into her eyes.

As the final four of the Women’s Royal Rumble match approached, Divinity leaned in closer, the tension in the arena palpable. The commentators were raving about the historic nature of the match, and for good reason. Charlotte Flair was fighting with everything she had, her determination as fierce as ever. Nia Jax was taking down competitors left and right, her strength unmatched. Roxanne Perez, despite her young age, had been a standout, her resilience pushing her to stay in the ring longer than anyone expected. And then there was Nikki Bella, whose experience and guile made her a dangerous contender.

When Nia Jax was finally eliminated by Charlotte Flair, the stadium erupted in cheers. Nia’s massive frame hit the floor with a thud, and the women in the ring quickly turned their attention to each other. Charlotte Flair and Roxanne Perez as the last two competitors standing.

With a dramatic flourish, Charlotte Flair tossed Roxanne Perez over the top rope, securing her victory. She fell to her knees, her face a mixture of exhaustion and triumph. The crowd went wild as Charlotte celebrated, becoming the first woman to ever win two Royal Rumble matches.

Divinity clapped along with the rest of the crowd, caught up in the moment. But even as she cheered, her mind couldn’t quite shake the tension of the evening. There was still something in the air that felt unresolved, something about Joshua, Jaida, and the ever-present undercurrent of unspoken feelings.

As the Women’s Rumble concluded and the action turned to the next match, a two-out-of-three falls contest for the WWE Tag Team Championship between #DIY and The Motor City Machine Guns, Divinity leaned back in her seat and glanced at her phone. She had received a couple of texts from Joshua, but she hadn’t had a chance to reply.

She opened his most recent message: You good? You seemed a little off earlier. Let me know when you get a chance.

Her heart softened. Despite everything, Joshua’s concern for her was evident, and it made her smile. She quickly typed out a response: I’m fine. Just a little distracted. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be cheering you on later.

A few seconds later, his reply popped up: Good. I want you to be here for me, Divinity. It means a lot.

Divinity smiled to herself. There was something about the way he spoke to her that made her feel seen, special. It wasn’t just the flirtation, it was the genuine care he showed for her. She had been through enough in her life to recognize when someone was being real with her, and Joshua, despite his cocky exterior, was proving to be just that.

But even as she felt the warmth of his words, she couldn’t ignore the knot in her stomach. The interactions between her, Jaida, and Joshua were starting to feel like an unwelcome complication. The last thing she wanted was to dive headfirst into another tangled relationship, especially one that felt like it was already on shaky ground.

Before she could dwell on her thoughts any longer, Jenova leaned over, pulling Divinity back into the moment. “Mom, did you see that?!” Jenova exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement. “The Motor City Machine Guns are putting up a serious fight.”

Divinity blinked and refocused on the match. #DIY was still going head-to-head with the Machine Guns, and it was clear that this was one of the most hard-fought contests of the evening. The tension between the two teams was thick, with each team trying to outdo the other in speed, skill, and sheer determination.

When #DIY retained their titles in the third fall, thanks to a distraction caused by the appearance of The Street Profits, Divinity couldn’t help but feel the adrenaline of the crowd. She clapped with everyone else, impressed by the sheer athleticism on display.

In the penultimate match, Cody Rhodes defended the Undisputed WWE Championship against Kevin Owens in a Ladder match, with both the Undisputed and Winged Eagle belts suspended above the ring. During the match, Owens attempted a Package Piledriver but Rhodes countered, back dropping Owens onto a ladder. Owens hit a Fisherman's Buster Suplex to Rhodes onto a ladder bridged inside the ring, laying both men completely out as officials, as well as Sami Zayn, came out to check on them. The two continued until Owens attempted another Package Piledriver on the announce table but Rhodes countered, driving Owens through a bridged ladder with an Alabama Slam. Cody then climbed the ladder and unhooked the both championship belts to retain them.

But the fleeting moments of celebration were still interrupted by her thoughts about Joshua, and Jaida, and the uncertainty of where things were going.

“Mom, you’re zoning out,” Jenova teased. “What’s going on with you?”

Divinity turned to face her daughter, a soft laugh escaping her lips. “Just trying to stay in the moment,” she said. “But you’re right. I think I need to snap out of it.”

Jenova smiled knowingly, as though she could see right through her mother’s act. “You’re overthinking things, Mom. Just enjoy the night. It’s all going to work itself out.”

Divinity gave her daughter a grateful smile, squeezing her hand gently. “You’re probably right. Let’s focus on the rest of the show.”

But just as the action on-screen began to escalate, Divinity’s mind returned to Joshua again, who was backstage preparing for the men’s Royal Rumble match. The final match of the night, the one that would decide who would challenge for either Raw's World Heavyweight Championship or SmackDown's Undisputed WWE Championship with a match at WrestleMania, was just moments away. And for some reason, Divinity felt a flutter of nervous anticipation in her chest. She wasn’t just here to watch a show, she was here to see Joshua make history.

The ring announcer’s voice broke through her thoughts. “And now, the men’s Royal Rumble match!” he announced, his voice booming over the speakers. “The winner of this match will go on to challenge for the world championship at WrestleMania!”

Divinity leaned forward in her seat, her eyes focused on the ring. Her heart raced as the first few entrants began their march toward the squared circle. And then, when Joshua’s music hit, the crowd erupted into cheers. Divinity’s breath caught in her throat. There he was. The man who had somehow turned her world upside down in the last few weeks.

Joshua, with his cocky grin and undeniable presence, made his way to the ring, his eyes scanning the crowd as he slapped hands with fans. Divinity couldn’t help but feel a rush of pride. She knew the competition would be fierce tonight, but she did not doubt that Joshua was ready for it. He was built for moments like this.

The match unfolded with the usual chaos, the ring filling with bodies as wrestlers were eliminated one by one. But when the final four approached, Divinity’s heart skipped a beat. Joshua was still in it. He was hanging on, taking hits but also dishing them out with precision and power. The intensity of the match mirrored the intensity of her own emotions—conflict, excitement, and anticipation all wrapped into one.

When it came down to Joshua, John Cena, CM Punk, and Logan Paul, Divinity was on the edge of her seat. The crowd was deafening, the energy in the arena undeniable. She clutched her hands together, watching with bated breath as the action unfolded before her.

The turning point came when Logan Paul was eliminated, his time in the match was abruptly cut short by a well-timed superkick from Joshua, followed by an elimination from John Cena. It was clear now—Joshua was in the final stretch. The next few minutes felt like an eternity. Cena and Joshua clashed on the apron, each trying to outlast the other. The tension was unbearable. And then, with a swift superkick and a final clothesline from Joshua, Cena hit the floor, and the bell rang.

Joshua had won.

The crowd went wild, the cheers reverberating through every corner of the stadium. Divinity jumped to her feet, her hands clapping in exhilaration. Jenova was beside her, grinning ear to ear, as they both cheered for Joshua. He had done it. He had won the Royal Rumble, and his road to WrestleMania was now secure.

As the celebration unfolded backstage, Divinity couldn’t help but reflect on how much had changed since she first arrived that night. What started as a simple surprise had turned into something far more complicated. Yet, despite the twists and turns, she couldn’t deny the connection she felt with Joshua, nor the excitement of what might come next.

As the night wore on, one thing became clear. Divinity’s journey with Joshua was only just beginning. And whether or not she was ready for the ride, she knew it would be anything but ordinary.

Backstage, the mood was electric. Divinity’s heart raced as she and Jenova made their way toward the entrance, where the wrestlers were gathering to celebrate Joshua’s victory. The noise from the arena still echoed in her ears, and the atmosphere in the backstage area mirrored the same excitement. Crew members were bustling around, prepping for the next phase of the show, but all Divinity could focus on was Joshua.

As they reached the entrance to the backstage area, Divinity noticed Joshua surrounded by family and friends, his smile wide and uncontainable. His eyes locked onto hers the moment she appeared, and he broke away from the group, walking towards her with purpose. Divinity could feel the energy between them shift as the space around them had changed. His presence alone had that effect.

Joshua stopped in front of her, grinning from ear to ear, his chest still rising and falling from the adrenaline of his victory. “You saw that, right?” he said, a playful glint in his eyes.

Divinity smiled, trying to hide the flutter of warmth spreading in her chest. “I was right there, cheering for you,” she teased. “You were incredible out there.”

Joshua chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah, I couldn’t have done it without your support. You were the real MVP tonight.”

Her smile faltered for a moment as she processed his words. It was funny. She had come to cheer for him, to show up for him in a way that felt natural, and now here he was, acknowledging her as if she had been the one to cross that finish line. She appreciated it, of course, but it also made her feel a bit vulnerable like she was already too invested, too wrapped up in something that might not be as solid as she hoped.

Before she could respond, Jenova stepped forward, a mischievous smile on her face. “So, what’s next, Uncle Joshua?” she asked, clearly impressed by his victory but also enjoying the playful moment with her mom.

Joshua threw his arm around Jenova’s shoulders, pulling her in for a half-hug. “What’s next? Well, first, I’m taking a victory lap backstage, then… who knows? Maybe I’ll get my shot at one of those belts at WrestleMania, huh?” His voice was filled with the usual confidence, but there was a glimmer of excitement in his eyes that was new, something he had reserved for this moment of victory.

Divinity nodded, trying to keep her emotions in check. “I’m sure you’ll make the most of it. You’ve worked hard for this, Joshua.”

The words hung in the air for a moment, the tension between them. There was something unspoken in that look he gave her, something deeper than just mutual admiration. The truth was, she was beginning to see Joshua in a new light, not just as the wrestler who had earned his place but as someone who was becoming an integral part of her life, whether she was ready for that or not.

Before she could say anything else, a familiar voice interrupted their private moment.

“Congrats, man,” came the voice of Jacob, Joshua’s cousin. Jacob was a tall, imposing figure with a permanent smirk, his hands folded over his chest. He gave Joshua a quick hug before turning his gaze to Divinity. “Hi, Divinity.”

Divinity gave him a polite smile, but inside, she felt a small jolt of discomfort. Jacob’s tone, though friendly, carried a certain edge. She couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something about him that didn’t sit right with her. Perhaps it was the way he always seemed to hover around Joshua as if guarding him from anything or anyone that might come too close. Or maybe it was the way he watched her, sizing her up, as if trying to figure out where she fit into all of this.

Joshua seemed oblivious to the tension, as he quickly pulled his focus back to Divinity. “You should come out with me for the after-party. I’m celebrating tonight with the crew.”

Jenova grinned at the mention of the after-party. “Oh, we’re coming, right, Mom?” She gave Divinity a pleading look, the same one she always used when she wanted something.

Divinity glanced between them. Before she could respond, the sound of footsteps drew their attention, and Jaida emerged from the shadows of the backstage corridor. Divinity’s stomach tightened at the sight of her.

Jaida’s eyes immediately locked on Divinity’s, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. There was something about her demeanor that made Divinity bristle.

“Well, well,” Jaida said, her tone dripping with a mix of superiority and amusement. “I see we’re all having a good time tonight.” She looked at Joshua, who seemed unfazed by her appearance, and then back to Divinity. “I didn’t know you were here for Joshua, Divinity. I thought you were more of a fan of the spotlight than of the wrestler in the ring.”

Divinity’s smile tightened, but she remained calm. She wasn’t about to let Jaida provoke her, especially not in front of her daughter and Joshua. “I’m here for both,” she replied coolly, meeting Jaida’s gaze without flinching. “Supporting Joshua, and having a little fun while I’m at it.”

Jaida’s smile never wavered, but there was a flicker of something dark in her eyes. “Mm. We’ll see how long that lasts. Relationships in this business can be… complicated.”

Divinity’s skin prickled at the implication, but she refused to let Jaida get under her skin. “I’m sure they can be,” she said, her voice measured. “But I don’t think that’s any of your concern.”

Jaida’s eyes narrowed, but before the tension could escalate any further, Joshua stepped between them, his demeanor suddenly more serious. “Alright, alright, enough with the games,” he said, his tone firm but not unfriendly. “We’re here to celebrate. Let’s keep it that way, okay?”

Divinity gave Joshua a grateful look, her heart softening a little. He had stepped in when it mattered, not allowing Jaida’s provocations to ruin the moment.

Jaida scoffed and, without another word, turned on her heel, disappearing back into the shadows. Divinity let out a quiet breath, her body relaxing as Jaida vanished from view.

Joshua turned back to her, his expression a mix of frustration and amusement. “I’m sorry about that. Jaida’s just… well, Jaida. I didn’t know she’d start with you.”

Divinity gave a small, nonchalant shrug. “It’s fine. I’m used to people trying to push buttons.” She looked at him, her eyes softening. “Just... be careful, okay? People like Jaida don’t always have the best intentions.”

Joshua met her gaze, his smile returning. “I’ll keep that in mind. But I’ve got people in my corner who know what they’re doing,” he said, giving her a look that lingered just a little too long for it to be casual. “Including you, Divinity.”

Her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, she didn’t know what to say. There it was again. The undeniable pull between them. The chemistry. The unspoken promise of something more, but something that was still too uncertain, too fragile to name.

But for tonight, she would push those doubts aside. She would let herself enjoy the victory, the moment, and the thrill of the experience. Because one thing was certain: everything between her and Joshua had changed, and there was no going back now.

Divinity took a deep breath, ready for whatever came next. Whether it was the beginning of something beautiful or the start of a complicated journey, she didn’t know yet.

But she knew one thing for sure, she wasn’t going to run away from it.

divinityhadid 3h

It was late on a Monday evening, and the sound of rapid, yet familiar, tapping echoed from Jenova’s bedroom. Her fingers moved with practiced precision as she texted her best friends, Jayla and Joelle, to let them know she was ready to FaceTime. The dim glow of the desk lamp illuminated her room, casting soft shadows on the walls, and the muffled hum of her phone was the only noise in the otherwise quiet house.

At seventeen, Jenova was no stranger to juggling multiple things at once. Her phone had become an extension of herself—whether it was messaging friends, scrolling through social media, or setting up a FaceTime call. Tonight was no different. She had a lot on her mind, and talking it through with Jayla and Joelle was her way of unloading.

The phone rang for only a few seconds before Jayla’s face popped up on the screen, her signature grin wide and unapologetic. “Yo, you good?” Jayla asked, lounging back on her bed.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Jenova replied, though her voice betrayed a hint of irritation.

“I don’t know,” Joelle’s voice piped up from the background, “you don’t look fine.”

Jenova rolled her eyes, making a dismissive gesture. “I just got some things to say, that’s all,” she muttered.

Jayla raised an eyebrow, settling in, and prepared for the gossip session to follow. “Uh oh, spill it then.”

Jenova took a deep breath and leaned forward, hands folded in front of her as she stared into the camera, her brow furrowing as the memory of the Royal Rumble from a few nights ago replayed in her mind. “So, my mom likes Joshua,” she started, her voice dropping as if speaking a secret. “But that Jaida girl? She’s weird. And if she keeps coming after my mom, she's going to get jumped.”

The two girls on the other side of the screen exchanged a quick glance. Jayla smirked, clearly intrigued. “What do you mean, 'get jumped'? Like… jumped jumped?” she asked, leaning forward in her own seat.

Jenova’s lips curled into a small, amused smile as she recalled the tension of the night. “Yeah, exactly. Jaida was acting all extra weird. She kept making comments about my mom’s age, saying stuff like, ‘Oh, you must be so tired, girl,’ when my mom barely looked tired at all.” Jenova’s voice rose in disbelief, her hands moving in exaggerated motions. “Like, don’t be throwing shade at my mom, right? And she was staring at her like she was trying to figure out how my mom even existed. I swear, I thought my mom was going to hit her.”

“Honestly, though…” Jayla said, her voice suddenly more serious. “That’s growth.”

Jenova stared at her for a moment, blinking in confusion. “What?”

“You know, your mom didn’t let her get under her skin,” Jayla explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “She kept it cool. She didn’t let Jaida get the best of her. Because we know Divinity will smack someone without a second thought.”

Jenova leaned back in her chair, tapping her fingers rhythmically on the desk as she processed Jayla’s words. “I guess you’re right,” she said slowly, but her tone still had a hint of frustration. “It’s just hard to watch. I mean, I know my mom is mature or whatever, but when people act up like that... I don’t know, it’s hard for me to just let it slide.”

Joelle, who had been mostly silent up until this point, shook her head with a chuckle. “Girl, please. I don’t even know how you’re still talking about this. Your mom's grown—she's got it under control. But I get it. She’s your mom, you're protective.”

Jenova rolled her eyes and grinned. “That’s what I’m saying. Ain’t nobody going to mess with my mom, no matter how old she is. If Jaida keeps acting up, it’s on. I’ll handle her myself.”

Jayla laughed, shaking her head. “You seriously want to fight Jaida? You’re crazy.”

“Beating up who?” Joelle asked with a raised eyebrow. “Jenova, please. Be for real.”

Jenova’s lips curled into a smirk as she looked at the two of them. “Don’t make me come over there and fight you both.” She paused for effect, then added, “I’m serious. About my mom, I will beat Joshua up too if I need to.”

At that, Jayla burst into laughter. Joelle joined in, shaking her head in disbelief. “I ain't never met a mommy’s girl like you before,” Joelle teased, but there was affection in her voice.

Jenova grinned, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “You should be lucky I’m not coming for both of you too. If I say I’m ready to fight, I mean it.”

Meanwhile, not too far away, Joe, Joelle’s father, was sitting quietly on the couch, watching television. His phone buzzed, and he glanced down at the notification. Joelle had just sent a message to the group chat, where she’d been sharing what Jenova was saying in her conversation with Joelle and Jayla. The message was a stream of giggling emojis, followed by a few laughing-out-loud responses. Joe chuckled to himself, wondering just how much Jenova had been ranting about. He didn’t mind his daughter’s best friend having her little moments, but he couldn’t help but notice how protective she was of her mother, Divinity.

Joe’s mind wandered to the conversation he’d had with Joshua earlier that day. It was clear that Joshua was smitten with Divinity, but there was still something tense about the way Jaida had been hovering around them at the Royal Rumble. Joe had already promised Divinity that he would talk with Joshua, especially since she seemed uneasy about Jaida’s presence. The last thing he wanted was for anything to escalate, especially not when Jenova was involved. He already knew how fiercely protective she was, but Jenova’s comments had made him realize just how serious this situation might become if it wasn’t addressed quickly.

Joshua, on the other hand, had been amused when Jenova had playfully threatened to beat him up. He appreciated Jenova’s loyalty to her mom, but he also knew that Divinity wasn’t the type to lash out unless necessary. He could see how she’d remained calm in the face of Jaida’s petty provocations. But still, the growing tension was noticeable, and he had a feeling that he would need to step in before things got out of hand.

“I’ve got it,” Joshua thought to himself, his mind already turning over the best way to make sure Divinity knew that Jaida was no real threat. She needs to see that Jaida is nothing more than a distraction. He’ll talk to her, make sure she knows that she doesn’t have to worry.

Back in Jenova’s room, the conversation took another turn. “So, what happens now?” Jayla asked, breaking the silence that had settled over the group.

Jenova shrugged. “I don’t know. I just want Jaida to stop messing with my mom. She better not make me come over there.”

The three girls laughed, their voices lightening the mood. Though their conversation had begun with tension, Jenova knew that she had her friends to lean on. No matter what happened with Jaida, she could always count on Jayla and Joelle to be there for her—and her mom.

“I swear,” Joelle said, still shaking her head, “you’re like a bodyguard for your mom.”

Jenova raised an eyebrow, smirking again. “Hey, someone’s got to be.”

Next: Chapter Three

[dannybobany]

Guuahh yeah, I’m in a weird place with Aubrey actually? The one idea I’ve had for her I’ve realized I actually don’t like? And the only reason I haven’t tried to do anything else is because I’ve been running with that idea for ages now ! And I’m not sure what to do

Also I believe in that too- Basil and Aubrey were probably very close and I do think on Basils like… friend rating chart? He may have been the closest to Sunny but Aubrey wasn’t that far behind! And I think if something similar had happened to Aubrey he’d have considered doing the same for her fans what he did for Sunny

But more then that, Basil and Aubrey were closet when they were younger, I think in my headcanon they met around seven or eight and it was a few months after that Aubrey met the rest of the group and pulled Basil in with her, a very specific thought I have is I think Basil and Aubrey probably had a lot of sleepovers, Aubrey didn’t tell Basil but Basil’s grandma gradually caught on that Aubrey’s living system wasn’t great and would suggest to Basil that his little friend could stay over (note here that I definitely need to make a post specifically on Basil’s grandma for the master post)

Anyhow, another interesting relationship thing between Basil and Aubrey is that Aubrey only ever told Kim what actually HAPPENED between them, the other hooligans don’t know but assume the worst, because in their eyes Aubrey is just such a cool person and so tough! She’d need a really good reason to hate someone right? This is why Basil ends up going to Kim of all people, he doesn’t know WHY Kim is more reasonable with him or that she knows, he just knows she’s the only one that doesn’t yell something insulting at him whenever he walks past

This extra layer of “the hooligans assume Basil did something way worse then what actually happened” ends up horrifying Aubrey after all’s said and done and she has to explain to her friends why her and Basil are suddenly cool now- the only other character who ends up learning what happened before the post game is Mikhael, who ends up finding out just before the course of the story in Marzenie (which slightly conflicts to some of his actions on the last couple days but my thought is he’s just sticking with his group during the hangout spot fight)

For some reason I’m really invested in Mikhael and his secret character complexities. So he and Basil get to have a very awkward relationship where neither is allowed to admit that they’re friends and they don’t want anyone to see them talking to each other because Mikhaels worried it’d make him look weak and Basil’s worried his bullying situation at school is gonna get worse if he’s seen talking to “the maverick”

But at this rate I’m getting off topic I’ll stop now

AU MASTER POST

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What’s Marzenie?:

Marzenie is my Omori AU which explores the idea of Basil having a headspace and sets the game from his perspective, this masterpost compiles all relevant information on the AU to read below the cut !

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First post/further introduction/Marzenie map:

First post! <- click here!

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Character’s:

Basil/Marze

Sunny/Sol

Polly/Sister Pollene

Kel/Alter boy | Kel/Alter boy ALT

[this is where id put Aubrey, IF ID DRAWN HER! /ref]

Hero/Reflection

Mari/Ziemia

Basil’s mom/The pale maiden

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Mikhael/Maverick

Kim/Bone Collector

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Misc info:

Marze’s wings post

The lantern post

Nephilim (Angel) The Church An Ask reply where I ramble about Sol HIM

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@ask-marzenie , both for in character and ooc questions (although I definitely still take asks here on my main and you’re welcome to send them!)

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Obviously this isn’t everything, it’s just everything I consider important … and it’s nice to have all this information sorted! There’s a myriad of other random Marzenie things and there’s been posts where I offhand mention plans I have for Aubrey, Charlene, Vance and Angel but for now this is well enough

Thank you for reading! I intend on giving this post actual tags, I usually wouldn’t but the small group that’s interacted with this content before have motivated and encouraged me to share it a little more so special thank’s! to all of my kind mutuals! Without you’d I definitely wouldn’t draw as much, teehee :}

[lesbianralzarek]

idk what discourse dimension some of you "fandom elders" are stuck in, but in my ~15 years in online (and sometimes irl) fandom spaces, this is the golden age for me

shipping wars have literally always existed and acting like we all used to hold hands and sing kumbaya is insane. "well, there wasnt this moral component thats soooo annoying these days" okay but thats worse. you do see how thats worse, right? people used to tell each other to kill themselves over zutara vs kataang and then not even care when people were racist. twice as mad for reasons half as reasonable. also, where were you all in 2015-2019? that was the era of "steven universe is fascism apologism" and "i headcanon these characters as found family, so its incest to ship them". now shipping "drama" is like "oh i broke mutuals with them after they wrote smut of this child character being assaulted by their parent", which is actually just a normal response

wondering what torment nexus some of you are trapped in where fandom has gotten more toxic? hope you can escape soon, because im having a ball out here in a world where biphobia is seen as a bigger problem than a ship being dumb

[kriskukko]

that sinking feeling when u wrote sex into ur comic and then realize oh yeah where would i even post this they made it illegal on most platforms

[unordinaries]

presented without comment

(chapters 280 + 344)

[outlying-hyppocrate]

well. did you fucking miss me.

[miiiwu]

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[a-blip-of-billdip]

this isnt what i usually post on this blog but I'm already sick of all the memes and 'jokes'. I am almost certainly leaving the fandom for good now because of the book of bills release and NO it is not because billford's community has an influx of supporters.

So the worship and romanticization of asylums and other abusive practices for mental health have been steadily gaining traction in recent years, especially with the rise of tiktok's toxicity.

SO many people, especially younger people, regularly talk about how they want lobotomies or how women they don't like should be lobotomized. They get tattoos of lobotomy like it's some quirky fun thing and not one of the most horrific tortures someone can endure.

These same people, ESPECIALLY leftists, will look at anyone they disagree with or don't like and say "get institutionalized, loser" or "et therapy" and it's always in a mocking way. it's always in a policing way.

because these people know that mental wards strip everyone of their freedom and their bodily autonomy. they know these places arent for healing--theyre for silencing.

So the amount of people i see treating bill being institutionalized like a good thing---even the writers and alex himself?

Yeah. Im out ✌🏼

[dreamteamemojis]

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[ultra-violetra]

so I wanted to say that since I'm really enjoying this event, I will likely continue to post about it, including analysis. I want to talk about the game mechanics and strategies but it's been so hard to do without people thinking you're talking about the discourse. I think as a community we all need to be a little less jumpy about this event, because I've seen posts of people being afraid to talk about the team their watching because they don't want to be dragged into discourse. I think a lot of genuinely lighthearted posts about a fun event are being misconstrued as something malicious

all of my posts are made with the spirit of friendly competition. a lot of other people are posting like this too! people should be able to do this without getting accused of hating ccs or being unfair

i've been posting a lot about red team, specifically because that's who i've been watching the most. i watch pretty much every english speaking qsmp member, it just so happens that right now i have a sub to foolish so i've been watching him so i don't have to deal with ads. because of this, i will probably continue to talk about red team the most. i'll talk about blue and green teams when i watch them! if i had the time to watch vods from every team and do a complete strategy analysis, i would. but I don't have that time. i genuinely don't care which team wins, but that doesn't mean I won't be rooting for certain teams on certain days. like on day 2, red team going from barely visible on the score bar to winning the day was an amazing underdog story! of course i'm going to root for them! and for day 3 I was rooting for green team because i want to see fitmc tryhard!

at the end of the day this is a fun event. it's fun for the ccs so it should be fun for the fandom. and if you're scrolling thru tags and getting upset/annoyed/angry at people posting about a friendly competition, you might need to reevaluate yourself

[gender-euphowrya]

y'all are so fucking stupid Disrespectfully

[phagodyke]

kind of annoys me sometimes how I can happily listen to my roommate explain the entire plot of whatever she's currently into but when it comes to my interests she can only listen for a few mins before wordlessly walking out of the room