#but also that might be a few months away still?

[silksongeveryday]

Drawing Hornet everyday until Silksong comes out - Day 731.

Well, after two long years of posting, I’m finally taking a break.

Thank you guys for everything for the past two years. It’s genuinely been so fun making daily doodles. But all good things must come to an end eventually. I’m tired.

What are the plans moving forward?

read below the cut if you’d like to know!!

Taking a break:

Life in general has been really rough lately. Tons of family drama, personal medical issues making it impossible to function some days, and my childhood dog recently passed away a few days after Christmas last year. So it was a real challenge to “keep up appearances” if you know what I mean.

I’ve said this plenty of times in the past already, however I’ll repeat it since there’s surprisingly a lot more new people that have followed since then. I’m taking a whole month off from posting entirely. So I won’t be active on Silksongeveryday until about March 14th. Why? Hopefully it’s obvious but posting daily content for two years straight really does something to you. I’ve grown tired of this blog just a little bit, and I feel stepping away from it for a month will help me reconnect. I still love the game and its community, and I’d hate for my disinterest in a single blog to ruin that. If a month long break could fix that then so be it.

I’m also taking a somewhat indefinite break from daily doodles. I WILL still be posting doodles occasionally every once in a while after I come back from my month long break. However I won’t be doing daily doodles.

So no daily doodles ever again?

There is only one condition that has to be met for me to return to daily doodles.

A Silksong release date is announced.

Which is…let’s face it, a release date might not happen any time soon. 6 years of near radio silence from TC? I’m not expecting much, especially not in a month.

But WHEN a release date is announced I’ll definitely return to daily doodles and do a sort of daily “countdown” until Silksong is officially out.

Will doodle requests still be open?

Yes! Even if I will no longer be doing daily posts I will still occasionally post every once in a while with doodles! So if there’s a specific doodle you’d like to request and you have an extra $1 hanging around, hornet doodle requests are open on my ko-fi!!

What about the current projects that were happening on Silksongeveryday?

I’m still working on them! Just as mentioned before, a lot of stuff happened irl so it’s kind of on the back burner.

For the Hornet Journal Series: I plan to post the remaining entries after I come back from my month long break. Whether I work on them during that month long break totally depends on how I’m feeling. But there may be a likely chance I work on a few here and there on my own time! But regardless, I do plan to finish this project. So no worries!

For Hornet’s Strange adventures: I know it’s been ages since this particular project finished on the blog. Development for the free game is slow going since I’m working on this project entirely by myself with a game engine I’ve never used before. Progress is being made but it’s unfortunately slow thanks for irl conflicts. But, just like the journal series, I do plan to finish this project so I promise it won’t be abandoned!! I just need a break first lol.

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I think that’s all I have to say?? But if anyone has any questions, asks are always open and I’m more than happy to answer just about anything!

Thanks again for the wonderful experience, it’s been an amazing journey with you guys <3

See you all in a month!!

[hrtwayne]

Hasta Los Dientes || Alexia Putellas [Part Three]

Pairing: Alexia Putellas x Lionesses!Reader

Summary: One of Arsenal's top players receives an offer to play for Barcelona after recovering from a cruciate ligament injury in her leg. Following a recent fallout with the Gunners' captain, the athlete decides that the best course of action is to accept the offer and escape the tension in the locker room.

Note: English is not my first language!

Warning: None!

Previous Chapter | Women's Football Masterlist

IT WAS A CLOUDY MORNING when Y/n Lancaster landed at Barcelona airport, her eyes still heavy from the lack of a good night's sleep. The midfielder was accompanied by her younger sister and her manager. It would be the first time in months that Y/n would appear in public after being away from the media following her injury.

On the other hand, it would be quite a surprise for Barcelona fans to discover that the best defensive midfielder from the English league had been signed for the next three seasons. Y/n tightened her grip on the strap of her backpack. Until the contract was signed, Y/n was still considered the vice-captain of Arsenal.

With determined steps and a professional demeanor, Y/n joined her manager in the meeting room of the Catalan team. She couldn't lie and say she wasn't anxious, because Y/n had to admit that her heart was about to jump out of her throat and give her a nervous breakdown. The midfielder had already read and reread that contract at least a dozen times the night before, and her tired expression seemed to be living proof of that.

This was supposed to be an ordinary Friday afternoon, but now Y/n was in Spain signing a contract with one of the biggest teams in the world, feeling relieved to have left a place that was once considered her home but had turned into a living hell.

"You know I can feel your nervousness from miles away," Aliyah whispered, observing Y/n's nervous smile. "It's not like the girls on the team are going to hate you. Remember, you're kind of an inspiration to these people."

Y/n sighed, knowing her sister was right about that. She shouldn't make a mountain out of a molehill before having her first interaction with her new teammates.

"But that doesn't change the fact that they might not like me, A," Y/n replied, hearing the girl's soft laugh.

"You always come up with impossible scenarios. You're literally one of the greatest players in English history. They might not like you that much, but they're not going to mistreat you either," Aliyah stated, gently squeezing her sister's hand.

With determined steps, Y/n paced back and forth in her new apartment. The place looked like a post-apocalyptic zone. Countless boxes were scattered around the living room as Y/n finished putting away some clothes in the closet.

Y/n had her hair tied up in a messy ponytail. She was in the middle of the chaos, trying to organize it somehow. She stopped for a moment, looking around and taking a deep breath. The move from London to Barcelona had been quick, almost surreal, and now she was there, in a new country.

As she tried to decide where to place a bookshelf, the apartment door opened, and Aliyah, her younger sister, walked in carrying a shopping bag. Aliyah, only nineteen, had offered to help her with the move and, in a way, was also taking the opportunity to explore the city.

"Y/n, I brought some things for dinner. I assume you're not in the mood to cook today?" Aliyah said, placing the bag in the kitchen.

Y/n smiled, relieved to have her sister close for the next few months.

"You're an angel, A," she thanked, smiling.Aliyah laughed.

"Relax, I'll give you a hand here. But first, Rachel called. She said she needs to confirm some details for your presentation at the club tomorrow."

Rachel was Y/n's manager, an experienced and determined woman who always took care of every detail of the player's career. Y/n sighed, remembering that, besides organizing the apartment, she had a series of commitments to fulfill.

"Alright, I'll call her in a bit. What else did she say?"

"That you need to be prepared for the interviews. There's going to be a press conference, and everyone will want to know how you're adjusting, what you expect from the team, that kind of stuff. Oh, she also mentioned that the coach wants to meet you before the first training session."

Y/n nodded, trying to process all the information. She knew the pressure would be intense. Playing for Barcelona wasn't just an opportunity; it was a challenge. The expectations were high, and she needed to prove she was up to the task.

"Alright, let's take care of everything step by step," Y/n said, trying to calm herself. "First, let's get the house in order. Then I'll handle the rest."

Aliyah agreed, and the two began working together, unpacking boxes and organizing the apartment. Meanwhile, Y/n thought about what awaited her the next day. The presentation at the club, the first contact with the players, the training sessions... and trying to bring her fitness coach along.

"You were really born to play for Barcelona," Aliyah said, placing books on the shelf.

Y/n smiled, feeling a bit more confident. She knew the journey wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to make it worth it. After all, Barcelona was a city full of opportunities, and she was ready to embrace them.

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the bodyguard | part 1

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Famous!reader AU

After joining Maverick's security team once he left the navy, Rooster had become the best bodyguard around. He never thought too hard about it, he'd go in, protect whoever he was assigned, and leave. The threat against his client never really went anywhere if he was on the job, and he always put it first. All until your assignment came along. Suddenly his biggest threat might not be the stalker watching your every move, but rather trying not to fall for the world's biggest pop star.

warnings: stalker, threats, anything else let me know

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Rooster sat in Maverick's office, his foot tapping away on the floor. He'd gotten the call to meet him an hour ago and had rushed straight over. Judging by Maverick's shaky voice on the phone, he had a feeling this assignment would be a good one. Although he knew he should be worried, he couldn't help but feel excited - maybe he'd be protecting someone important, like the president or the pope or something. 

Okay, that was a little farfetched, but hey, a guy could dream. 

After a few minutes, Maverick briskly walked in, "Sorry I'm late, kid." he grunted, sitting down behind his desk and running a hand over his face. Rooster hadn’t seen him this stressed in a while, even after that time Coyote had forgotten his gun at his last assignment.  

Maybe it was the president after all. 

"No problem." Rooster shrugged, "So, what's this about?" 

Maverick sighed and said nothing, instead sliding a file across his desk. 

When Rooster picked it up and flipped to the first page, he was greeted to a picture of you. It was from the cover of some magazine and you were smiling happily as you posed next to the headline. 

NEW ABLUM ANNOUNCEMENT? READ ALL ABOUT IT INSIDE. 

He recognized your face immediately, hell, who wouldn't? You were practically one of the biggest pop stars on the planet right now. 

"You know her?" Maverick asked. 

Rooster nodded slowly, his eyes still scanning over the photo. He'd heard some of your songs when he'd let his radio play in the car, and of course, he'd seen you on TV and social media, since you were pretty hard to miss. It seemed there was always news about you, but he couldn’t say he took much notice of it.  

Maverick sighed, "Her manager is an old friend of mine, he called me this morning. She's in danger... and it's not good." 

Rooster finally looked up to Maverick, "Danger? You can't be serious.” He snorted and chuckled to himself, “She's a celebrity, Mav." 

"A celebrity with a stalker." Maverick always got straight to the point when it came to assignments. It was one of the things Rooster liked about him. 

"A stalker?" Rooster repeated, his interest now piqued. 

Maverick nodded, "Apparently she's been receiving creepy fan mail for months, but no one thought anything of it. That was until... her house was broken into last night." 

Rooster's eyes narrowed slightly at that, and he felt his concern grow. "Is she alright?" 

Maverick shook his head, "Physically, she's fine, no reports of injury. However, the security footage from the surveillance cameras outside her property are missing, looks like they were tampered with." 

Rooster ran a hand through his hair, mulling over the facts that were being laid out in front of him, "And they haven't found the guy yet?" 

Maverick sighed, "No, that's why her manager is so freaked out. Her security team have been trying to piece together what happened, but nothing conclusive has come up yet. She’s also set on keeping all of this quiet from the media, which is stressful in itself." 

Rooster grunted in agreement, "Cant blame her for that. The media would have a field day with this if they found out." He leaned back in his chair, still holding the file, with a contemplative look on his face, "So, we need to get her some extra security." 

Maverick nodded slowly, his eyes studying Rooster. "Exactly. She needs someone close to her at all times. A bodyguard.” He paused. “Think you're up to it?" 

Rooster arched an eyebrow, "Me?" he asked, "Mav, this is a celebrity we're talking about. A big one. I don't wanna be some pop star's babysitter. I can help get all the security measures in place, make sure her house is more secure, but-" 

Maverick interrupted, "You're the best on the team for this, Rooster. You think ahead, you're focused, you're exactly what she needs." 

Although he appreciated the praise, which he wouldn’t deny was true, the thought of being around a spoiled popstar indefinitely was not something he liked the idea of. "You really don't think someone like... I don't know, Hangman, wouldn’t be better suited for a job like this?" 

Maverick scoffed, "I'm gonna pretend you didn't suggest that." he muttered.  

Rooster didn’t have to ask why, Hangman was a good bodyguard, a great one at times, but he was also reckless. The number of times he’d had an ass kicking from Maverick was off the charts. 

He sighed, taking a moment to think things over. His gaze wandered back down to the file and your photo.  

After a brief pause, he snapped the file shut and met Maverick's eyes. 

"Alright. I'll do it." 

— 

"Please don't argue with me on this."  

Iceman paced in front of where you lay casually on a sun bed in front of your pool. Your sunglasses blocked out the bright LA sun, and you flicked through some magazine detailing the latest celebrity gossip. You were barely reading it at this point, only wanting to see the parts that included you. Most of it was full of crap, but annoyingly, you loved to know what people were saying and thinking of you. 

Of course, right now it was also a great distraction. 

You rolled your eyes and sat up on the sun bed, placing the magazine on the floor next to you. "I don't want some ex-navy man following me around everywhere for the next who knows how long, Ice! I can handle this just fine by myself-" 

"No. You can't." Iceman replied sternly, stopping in front of you with his arms crossed, "Some psycho broke into your house! Do you even realize what could have happened? That he could have hurt you?" 

You looked away, suddenly feeling suffocated by the 'what-ifs' running through your mind. 

Iceman sighed and sat down on the end of the sun bed in front of you, his voice turning softer, "I know you're set on getting through this alone, and I know you, so I know there's no changing your mind about that." he chuckled lightly, "But it wouldn't hurt to have some extra protection. Plus, Mav's an old friend of mine, he wouldn't send someone he didn't think could do this right."  

He had a point, you knew that. Iceman always talked happily about his days at Top Gun, so it was clear whoever Maverick was sending was someone he trusted, maybe someone you could trust too. 

Not that you would make it easy. 

His eyes were pleading with you as he added, "Just trust me on this, okay? Do it for my peace of mind." 

That was really what got you to agree.  

Iceman had been your manager since you started out in the music industry, a young teenager with a big voice and loads of stupid dreams. Of course, they weren't stupid back then, and Ice had made most of them come true for you. Since you didn’t hear much from your dad at all, not after he’d set up home in Hawaii anyway, Iceman was way more like a father to you. If he felt better knowing that you had someone watching your back, then hell, you'd do it for him. 

You huffed and pushed your sunglasses up onto your head, "So, when does this bodyguard arrive?"

"He's flying out to LA as we speak." 

— 

The flight to Los Angeles seemed to zip by.  

Rooster sat in his seat with a faint sense of nerves. He'd never really been nervous for an assignment before, but then again, he'd also never had to protect a world-famous celebrity either.  

A world-famous celebrity with a stalker. Go figure.

He looked out of the window as the sprawling skyline of LA came into view, and his mind started to wander back to the picture in the file Maverick had showed him, the file that was still stuffed in his bag somewhere.  

You’d looked so happy on the cover of that magazine, so happy that it almost didn’t look real. Of course, he knew that most of the celebrity world was built on false publicity, that was why he stayed as far away from it as he could. 

Until now. 

After the plane touched down at LAX, Rooster made his way through the airport in a blur, preoccupied with the task ahead. His mind finally slowed down when he saw an older man in a suit and chauffeur’s cap waiting for him outside, holding up a piece of paper with his name neatly printed on the front. 

Rooster approached him and the man grinned, "Rooster?" he asked, holding up the sign. Rooster nodded and the man sighed in relief, "Thank goodness, I was worried I'd miss your plane. Parking here is not a walk in the park, let me tell you that." he chuckled and held out his hand, "The name's Ben, I'm the personal driver, or chauffeur, if you wanna be fancy about it." 

Ben was an older man who had a wise look behind his eyes that reminded him a little of Maverick. Like he knew things that he decided to keep tucked away, ready to share only when the time was right. 

Rooster shook Ben's hand, appreciating his friendly personality, "Nice to meet you, Ben. Parking in LA is a pain in the ass. I don't think I ever want to drive in this city." 

Ben chuckled, "After 30 years, you get used to it. But luckily for you, you won't have to. Car's over this way."  

Rooster nodded and followed him towards a black SUV with blacked out windows to match. He thought they must have been to block out the paparazzi and he wondered how often you had to deal with things like that. 

He sat down in the passenger seat next to Ben as he began the drive. 

"So, how long have you been her driver?" Rooster asked, looking out the window at the city whizzing by. 

Ben glanced at him from behind the wheel, "Quite a few years now. She takes care of me, I gotta say. Keeps me on my toes, but its's never boring." he chuckled. 

Rooster couldn't help but smile at his lighthearted remark, "Sounds like you've got your hands full with her." 

Ben grinned, "You could say that. But honestly, she isn't as wild as the media likes to make out. She's got a good head on her shoulders and a good heart too, she's a fighter, a tough bird, that's for sure." 

Rooster thought back to the headlines he’d seen about you in passing. Rumors about who you were dating, if you wrote your own songs, if you’d ever settle down and get married, were followed by pictures of you out and having a good time, drink in hand, and harsh words about how you’d ‘taken it too far’. 

It seemed tiring. 

He nodded slowly, keeping his tone casual, "Seems like she's got a reputation, I mean, she's constantly in the spotlight." 

"Oh, for sure. She's definitely got the media attention thing down, but don't believe everything you hear. The media tends to exaggerate things or twist the truth a lot of the time. It's how they operate, unfortunately." Ben explained, "They'll do anything for a good story." 

Rooster couldn’t help but ask, "So, what's she really like? Behind all the fame and notoriety." 

A knowing smile played on Ben's lips, "When you get to know her, she's a real sweetheart. Good sense of humor, always down for a laugh, and when she sets her mind to something, she goes after it with everything she's got. She's headstrong, no doubt about it." 

Rooster absorbed Ben's words, feeling a slight sense of respect for you already as he turned his head to gaze back out of the window, "Sounds like a force to be reckoned with." he muttered to himself. 

— 

Eventually, the car turned off into a large neighborhood, where none of the houses were visible past the greenery that shrouded the paths leading to them. Ben drove down one of the paths that led to a gate, where there was an intercom hooked up to the wall. So far, your security was looking good to Rooster, which only made him wonder how your house was broken into in the first place. 

As the intercom buzzed and the gate opened, Ben drove through, following the path onto your driveway. Rooster’s eyes widened as he took in your home. In the middle of the driveway was a fountain with some fancy statue built into it, your house was surrounded by trees and bushes, and large steps led up to the front door.  

The house itself was huge, your typical celebrity home it seemed. Rooster didn’t even want to guess how many rooms it had. Its size and grandeur already took his breath away, "Damn, this is some house." 

Ben stopped the car by the front steps, "Sell as many records as she has, houses like this are nothing.” He climbed out of the car and walked around it to open Rooster's door. 

Rooster climbed out too, looking up at the steps that lead to the front door in awe. He was starting to feel way out of his league, the house like nothing he'd seen up close before. 

Before he could respond to Ben, the front doors opened, and a man jogged down the steps towards them, "You must be Rooster!" 

Rooster nodded, "That's me."  

The man stopped in front of him and smiled, "Mav said you'd grown, but I honestly didn't believe him." he held out his hand, "Tom Kazansky, but call me Iceman." 

Rooster's eyes flashed with recognition, "Iceman? You were a legend at Top Gun.” he grinned and shook his hand, “You used to fly with Mav, right?” 

Iceman chuckled, "That’s right. Flew with him and your father back in the day.” He paused a little awkwardly, “He was a good man."  

Rooster was slightly taken aback by the mention of his dad and he quickly cleared his throat and changed the subject, like he usually did anytime someone brought him up. "So, you're the manager?" 

"I am." Iceman glanced at Ben, "Thanks for picking him up, Ben, leave the suitcases on the drive, I'll get someone to grab them." he turned back to Rooster, "Follow me." 

Rooster looked back at Ben, who gave him a little thumbs up as he began to unload his suitcase from the trunk. He chuckled and waved, before following Iceman up the steps and into the mansion. 

Once inside, his eyes darted around the foyer, taking in every detail. Iceman turned to him, "So, I take it Maverick filled you in on the situation we have here." 

Rooster's expression grew more serious as he switched gears, "I've got the gist of it. Stalker, break-in, creepy letters." 

Iceman seemed to relax slightly at Rooster's words, a hint of relief in his eyes, "Good. I'm glad Mav was upfront with you. It's a serious issue, but we're doing everything we can to ensure her safety." 

"That's good to hear." Rooster nodded, "I take my assignments seriously. Her safety is my top priority." 

"Good." Iceman nodded back curtly, leading him through the house and gesturing to various rooms, "We've upped the security all over the place. Extra cameras, better locks, the works. We're not taking any chances." 

As they walked, Rooster's gaze occasionally drifted to some of the artwork and decor, taking everything in. It was fancy and probably expensive, but somehow the place still had a cozy feel to it. "All this extra security, and yet someone managed to get in here the other night?" he asked, skepticism in his voice. 

Iceman sighed, "That's the million-dollar question. We have no idea how they got past all our security measures. It's frustrating, to say the least." 

Rooster's eyes narrowed slightly, "No alarms, no signs of any forced entry?" 

"No." Iceman huffed, "Its like they just materialized out of thin air, it's been driving us all crazy." 

Rooster could sense the helplessness in Iceman's tone, and his jaw tightened a bit. The lack of clear answers didn't sit right with him either, and was already starting to feel impatient. "That's not good." he replied bluntly. 

"Believe me, it's not." Iceman sighed, "The police are working on it, but it's like hunting a ghost. We've never had it go this far before. I mean, sure, every celebrity gets weird fan mail now and again, but a break-in? And you know the weirdest part?" He paused, "He didn't touch her, didn't hurt her at all. Just left a note and some photos by her pillow-" 

"Photos?" Rooster frowned, Maverick hadn’t mentioned that. "Can I see them?" 

Iceman led him into the kitchen, where the photos were left scattered on the marble island in the middle. Rooster peered over at them, and felt tense as the situation seemed to get more complicated.  

They looked to be old family photos, from way before your career skyrocketed. One was of you as a kid, sat by a piano and grinning as you played, another looked like it was from Christmas, judging by the wrapping paper scattered around you and the Santa hat hanging off your pigtails. 

In all of them, you were young, and Rooster had a feeling that these couldn’t be easily accessible to the general public. That made his gut twist. 

Iceman seemed to see the confusion etched on Rooster's face, "See what I mean? This doesn't make sense." 

Light footsteps were heard from the hallway, and the two paused, turning towards the door to the kitchen. 

Rooster hadn't known what he was expecting, but whatever it was, you weren't it. You stood casually, leaning against the doorframe, wearing sweats and an oversized t-shirt, far from the glamorous pictures Maverick had given him in the file. Your hair was left free and flowing, and you looked slightly younger without all of the makeup he was used to seeing you in on TV or in magazines. Naturally, you were pretty, that much was obvious, and Rooster could barely take his eyes off you. 

You crossed your arms, "Am I interrupting something?" 

He quickly composed himself, straightening up as Iceman responded, "Of course not. I was just showing Rooster around a little bit. He's the new bodyguard we talked about, remember?" 

Your eyes shifted to Rooster with a hint of suspicion. He didn’t look much older than you, and seemed to be studying you with an intense curiosity. You nodded a little, "I remember." 

Rooster forced himself to remain calm and professional as he held out a hand, "Good to meet you." 

You glanced down at his hand and back to him, "You too." you muttered. You felt a little mean ignoring his clear attempt at being friendly, but you couldn’t find the will to care.  

Rooster frowned a little and pulled his hand back. You could feel Iceman’s stern stare, likely scolding you for not being polite, but you ignored it, keeping your eyes trained on Rooster.  

There's a momentary pause as the three of you stood in a tense silence. Iceman broke it with a half smile, "Rooster is the son of an old friend of mine, like I told you. He's one of the best." 

Your eyes drifted over Rooster once again, still cautious as you nodded a little, "That's good." 

Rooster couldn't help the flicker of annoyance that crossed his features at your dismissive attitude. He held your gaze with a cool, even stare. 

Iceman quickly broke the tension again, "I gotta get going, got some meetings and paperwork and such. You two good here?" 

Rooster nodded, his mind preoccupied, "We're good. Thanks Ice." 

"No problem." Iceman muttered, walking towards the doorway and stopping to lean down and whisper to you, "Please, try to be nice."  

You sighed and nodded, still not fully on board with having a bodyguard at all. It felt like you were being babied and your privacy totally invaded. You didn’t care if the tall, muscular, mustached man stood in front of you was the son of an old friend of Iceman’s, an ex-pilot, a Top Gun graduate; it didn’t matter. No matter how many good things Iceman tried to tell you, you were dead set on dealing with this stalker by yourself. 

That was what you were used to, after all. 

Iceman strode out of the room, leaving you and Rooster in another tense silence. 

Rooster couldn't help but feel frustrated, he wasn't expecting a massively warm welcome, but anything better than what he’d gotten would have been nice. He was doing you the favor here, so there was no way he’d let some spoiled pop star look down on him. "So, that's how you greet all your bodyguards?" 

You thought for a second you might not have heard him correctly, his tone sharp and scolding. He had no right to talk to you like that, hell, Iceman barely spoke to you like that, and you’d definitely grated on his nerves more than once. 

Your eyes narrowed slightly, "Excuse me?" 

Rooster rolled his eyes, "Your... less than warm reaction." he clarified, gesturing with his hand, "I'm here to protect you, but you seem unimpressed." 

Your annoyance grew and you scoffed, "I'm only letting you be here because Ice wants you here. I definitely don’t." 

Rooster's jaw tightened a little at your words, his expression hardening a bit. The blatant honestly stung a little, but he refused to show it, "Thanks for making that clear." he muttered. 

You rolled your eyes, "Just don't get in my way, alright?" 

Roosted gritted his teeth, his annoyance mounting and your attitude starting to get under his skin, "Don't worry, I won't get in your way." he said with a biting tone. 

You nodded curtly and quickly turned and left the kitchen, leaving Rooster's eyes lingering on your retreating form. He let out a frustrated sigh, irritation simmering beneath the surface.  

“Well, that went well." he muttered to himself, turning back to the kitchen island.  

Any respect he’d felt for you after Ben’s words in the car was long gone. You seemed like a typical spoiled brat, and he definitely wouldn’t be dealing with an attitude like yours for long, not if he had anything to say about it. 

His eyes fell back onto the photos as he looked over them again.  

How the hell was he going to protect you if you didn’t want to let him? 

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Hydromorphone

Ratchet x Reader pt:3 pt:1 pt:2

A/N: so hard to write... I just write less and less for each block... might need to revisit before I post on AO3 properly..

Warnings: Obsessed!Ratchet, Pregnancy, Medical, Literally giving birth, Still a little dead dove

Half a year seems like an eternity usually. Yet in the blink of an eye, 9 months have gone by. Ratchet has grown increasingly close to you. With each tidbit of knowledge that you’ve taught him about the human reproductive system, it only fuels his desire to become yours. And it doesn’t help that the lingering image of not needing to mass displace keeps circulating in his processors. He doesn’t want to hurt you, but something about being able to take him whole –as he is, makes him heat to his spark.

You’ve noticed it too. His devotion to you. It’s not everyday someone will physically transform themselves for your wellbeing. And yet, he’s done exactly that.

As you lay down on the berth in the medbay, Ratchet has one servo on it, the other holding you. 

Learning about the medical practice of performing ultrasounds to see the inside of you, he worked on his servos to transform it into one. One directly linked to him.

One would think it’s uncomfortable to have human data– data of another life, transmitted directly to you. But not Ratchet. To be able to physically be in contact with you. To be able to see the life you’re bringing in, with nothing but a few layers of flesh between. 

Pouring the ultrasound gel on your stomach as you let out a small whimper. The cold and sticking texture being rubbed on with a single digit by Ratchet. You know he’s just doing this to check on you, but the difference in texture is just too much for you to not notice.

Ratchet instantly filed that sound into his processors. Not showing any difference in his displayed emotions, but his vents gave off a wave of hot air. 

Sliding his now servo transformed transducer, as he glides it across your belly. You may not be able to see the sonogram, but he has it all recorded. Every movement inside you, of the baby, straight into his core processors. 

He could project it so that you can see the sonogram, but there was no need. Your regular appointments with human doctors has kept you up to date about how the baby is doing. This? This is just for Ratchet’s own peace of mind. Allowing him to be a little self indulgent about it. Perhaps one of the last times before your due date. As a doctor, you couldn’t deny his chance to have first hand –servo experience on studying the human body. 

You may think it’s just all in scientific endeavors, but Ratchet wants this just to be close to you. He won’t lie, studying human life is intriguing, but it’s because it’s you. Cybertron’s population only dwindles with the war, and to know that humans reproduce so easily… Only makes him think that perhaps, he could have a part in it.

Unsurprisingly, throughout this journey, you two have grown quite close. Bonding over the shared joy of a new life –albeit, was neither of yours, two being with nothing but love for life. 

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“YOU WHAT?!” Ratchet exclaimed.

“MY WATER BROKE RATCHET.” You yell back. Stern and steady, but also panicking internally. 

Pulling himself away from his work, panic rings through him. What do you mean your water broke?! Does he call June right now?! Do you even have time?!

“Hold on, I’ll call June–”

You cut him off. “Ratchet! Forget her! By the time she gets here, It’ll already be over!”

Ratchet has no idea what to do. There’s no other bots on base, and he’s definitely not equipped to deliver a human baby.

“Ratchet!” You call out. “For fuck’s sake Ratchet! You’re an ambulance!” You finally snap with the strength you have left.

He’d nearly forgotten. There may be no other bots on base, but he is an emergency vehicle. Hurriedly he punches in the coordinates of the nearest hospital into the groundbridge. Not even remembering that there’s no one on base to close it after. Picking you up from the couch as he puts you down on the ground next to him. 

Taking a step aside as he transforms into his alt mode. “Get in.” He tells you.

Scrambling with a groan as you put your knee up into the ambulance’s back, climbing onto the stretcher. You’re fine. You tell yourself as you lay on the stretcher –why is there even a stretcher in here? Staring up to the ceiling of the van– of Ratchet. …Inside Ratchet?

Driving through the groundbridge as he switches his sirens on, speeding towards the hospital. Never in his life did he feel so helpless for a medical emergency. And to think, it’s you. 

You on the other hand, amongst the painful grumbles and heavy panting, didn’t even realize you were crowning. Unable to hear anything Ratchet is saying, or the sirens, as all of your senses are dulled just trying to focus on whether to clench your muscles, or to just start pushing. 

In the end, the body’s biology wins. Without even noticing, you cry out in pain, push after push.

Ratchet can't believe it. Not only did you give birth, but it happened in him. Of all beings this child has encountered, it was you and him. Primus help him.

Pulling up at the hospital, Ratchet’s calm demeanor is being washed with a wave of panic. Deciding the only way is to pull out a holoform. He couldn’t transform with you in him, or just drive into the hospital. A projection of his human avatar flickers into life in the driver’s seat. A middle aged man with dirty blonde hair and teal blue eyes opens the driver’s door as he steps out to carry you in. Pulling out the stretcher as it lands on the asphalt and rolling you into the hospital. Explaining to the intake staff your situation as you cradle the newborn, umbilical cord still attached. A bloody mess.

Soon enough, you’re upstairs in the maternity ward, with the doctors examined, your friends, and a holoform of Ratchet.

Ratchet doesn’t know who these two men are, or why they’re here. Nor do the couple know who Ratchet is. Unable to answer them when they asked for Ratchet’s relationship to you as he stammered.

“I’m her conj–” He stopped himself. Is he even your conjunx? Have you also accepted him? Would the human equivalent be ‘partner?’

“I’m her friend.” He ended up correcting himself. “The one that drove her here.” At least that part isn’t a lie.

What are these two men to you? They seem awfully attached to you, both sitting next to you as they cradle the newborn. Your child, in their hands. An internal turmoil of an unknown feeling battles in him. Frowning as he stares at the three of you. Wishing it was he that was next to you, holding your sparkling.

Jealousy.

Clenching his servos as he tells himself that you’re his. That he will mark you, have you carry his sparkling, That he’ll own you AND never let anyone else have contact with you. Certainly not the way these two men have.

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SOMETHING BOUT’ US

Summary: "I want you more than anything in my life." After being in a difficult relationship with Carmelo Yasmine decided to move on from him and become the next big thing while getting drafted on the smackdown roster she always thought she would never find love again due to her commitment issues until she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 4182

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Yasmine

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

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But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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19.

YASMINE It's been a few weeks since Jey and I returned from our honeymoon, which coincided with Royal Rumble weekend. Jey has fully recovered from his injuries and is ready to reclaim his title from Carmelo. Meanwhile, I’m still holding onto the women's world championship, which I've proudly maintained for 668 days now—something I never expected.

Today was strange for me; I just didn't feel right, and on top of that, my period didn't arrive, which made me worry. I tried to eat, but everything just made me feel nauseous, and that was when I realized something was definitely off.

I could only manage to eat brown rice with a bit of chicken, as it was the only food that settled well with me. Anything else, especially if it had a strong smell, would make me feel nauseous. I really needed to discuss this with Bianca and Trinity.

While we were all gathered in the catering area enjoying some food, I found myself preparing a meal for myself. It was a bit disheartening because my favorite dish was available at the catering table, but I couldn't eat any of it. Eventually, we all settled down at the table together. I opened my lunch bag, revealing the warm brown rice and chicken I had brought, and started to eat.

"Girl, you've been eating that for the last couple of weeks ever since you came back from your honeymoon." Bianca said wiping her mouth with a napkin.

"I can't eat anything else without throwing it up B, so this is what I got for right now," I said as her and Trinity looked at each other then back at me.

"When was the last time you had your period?" she asked as I shrugged my shoulders, "maybe last month or so,"

They exchanged glances once more, and then she asked, "Minks, are you pregnant?" My heart raced at her question. Could it really be true? The thought sent a wave of disbelief through me. Was this the reason for my recent nausea and those bouts of vomiting?

"I don't know...we have to get a pregnancy test to see if I'm pregnant,"

"Girl if I find out Jey done knocked you up, Montez is goin to flip,"

"Not even that his ass might pass out in the ground,"

After we finished our lunches together, we all agreed to go to the store so I could pick up a pregnancy test, just to confirm that I wasn't expecting. Bianca and Trinity patiently waited by the stall while I took the test.

I exited the bathroom stall and noticed the two of them standing there with their arms crossed over their chests. I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me as I realized we had to wait for five long minutes. I turned away, not wanting to face the outcome.

Bianca gasped as she flipped over the pregnancy test, showing it to Trinity. Five minutes felt like an eternity, and for a moment, I was filled with worry.

"What does it say?" I inquired, sensing my anxiety beginning to rise within me.

"Bitch, you're fucking pregnant!" She yelled as I covered her mouth while rolling my eyes.

I took the pregnancy test from her hands, and as I saw the two lines, I felt a wave of disbelief wash over me. I covered my mouth in shock, realizing that I was going to have his baby. A rush of joy filled my heart, but I couldn't shake the worry about how he would react.

My brother's response when he learns that his younger sister is expecting is particularly noteworthy.

"How are you feeling Minks?"

"I'm happy honestly I'm just worried about him and how he would feel about it," I said as Trinity patted me on my back.

"Joshua loves children I promise you he will be happy about this," I gave her a smile on my face as they both hugged me saying how they were going to be aunties causing me to chuckle at them.

✧˚° After my interview with Cathy, I needed to head over to Paul's office to discuss my current situation. I was still able to wrestle, but I knew those weeks would fly by quickly. It was important for me to have a plan in place for when that time comes.

Paul expressed his happiness for me about the baby news and reassured me that I could continue wrestling for now. However, he mentioned that I would need to pass my title to someone who truly deserves it while I'm away, which is going to be an emotional experience.

I exited Paul's office and ran into Jonathan, who greeted me with a warm hug before we started chatting. "Hey, Minks! What brings you to Paul's office?" Jonathan inquired.

Damn I realize that I gotta tell Jon about him being an uncle hope he doesn't tell Jey about it.

I let out a deep sigh, and I could see the worry etched on his face, likely assuming it was about Carmelo, but that wasn't the reason at all. "Jon, I'm pregnant."

He stared at me in disbelief, his face a mix of surprise and confusion, urging me to say again what I had just mentioned about him while I stood with my hands resting on my hips.

"I'm pregnant, Jonathan," I said.

"See I knew it! I knew he was going to knock you up during y'all little getaway," he said as a knocked him upside his head causing him to wince in pain. "You ain't have to do allat minks damn,"

I chuckled at him, "well you need to stop being so messy sir, and please don't tell Joshua about this until I see him okay?" He nodded his head while giving me hug saying that he couldn't wait to be an uncle.

I haven't had a chance to see my partner at all today. He’s likely been caught up with everything, especially with the ongoing rivalry with Melo for the IC championship. I can only imagine how much pressure he’s under right now.

"Does Tez know about this?" He asked folding his arms over his chest.

I shook my head, wishing he was unaware. Knowing Bianca, she would spill everything, especially if it involved me—after all, I was the little sister.

"Nah, he doesn't know. But he will find out eventually through Bianca, so I'm not surprised," I responded.

"So, how do you feel about this? Becoming a mommy?"

Becoming parents is a completely new experience for both Jey and me, especially as we navigate this journey while working together in our business. I can't help but feel a bit anxious about the idea of being at home while he’s out on the road, especially considering our shared history and everything we've been through.

"I want to be open with you, Jon. I’m feeling really anxious about everything right now. The thought of being at home while your brother is out on the road is unsettling for me. I can’t shake off the fear of ending up in a situation like I did a year ago." I still remember how I felt in the hospital, wishing for an escape after Jey cheated on me with Liv. It’s hard to think about, especially since we weren’t even together then.

I find myself in a wonderful place, expecting a child and happily married. It's truly a blessing, even though I had some mixed feelings about it at first.

Jonathan gave me a reassuring pat on the back, draping his arm over my shoulder. "You need to hear this: Jey has really transformed since those days. Just look at where you both are now—a married couple on the verge of welcoming a little one into your lives. I truly believe Jey wouldn’t hurt you like that again, especially with all the effort he’s been putting in." He had a point; Jey had been demonstrating his growth ever since we reunited, and it was clear he was determined to keep me close.

"Yeah, maybe you're right Brother."

"I know I'm always right that's why they call me Big Bruh for a reason," I rolled my eyes at him while shoving him lightly in the process

As I started to walk toward my locker room after saying my goodbyes, I received a text message from Jey.

Joshua🤍 sent a message

Joshua🤍: hey, mamas. wya I've been looking for you, come holla at me in my locker room.

I made the choice to go to his locker room instead of my own. I really hoped that Bianca and Trinity hadn’t spilled the beans about my pregnancy, as that would completely spoil the surprise. As I was making my way there, I ran into Melo. We exchanged glances, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at him before continuing on to Jey's locker room.

Upon my arrival, I knocked on his door, anticipating his response. As I stood there, I suddenly heard the sound of two people arguing behind me. I assumed it was Liv and Dom once more, and to my astonishment, it turned out to be them.

It appears they were at it again, arguing about Tiffany. I have to admit, it brought me some joy to see Liv facing her karma. I could sense that Dom was growing weary of the situation; their disagreements seemed to happen almost every week.

I got a bit sidetracked, but then I noticed the door swing open, and there he was—my handsome husband, shirtless, wearing his Cuban link chain and grills. His smile always lights up the room; he never fails to look amazing.

He opened the door for me and closed it gently as he approached. With a warm embrace, he wrapped his arms around my waist and tenderly kissed my shoulder.

"I've been missing you all day mama, they got my ass working," Jey said as I chuckled at him.

I spun around to look at him, wrapping my arms around his neck as I took in his striking features. "You're definitely going to reclaim your title from Melo, so it's no surprise they're putting in the effort with you, sir," I said, receiving a sweet kiss in return.

"Have you been doing alright, sweetheart? Trin and B mentioned that you haven't been feeling your best." My heart sank a little as I thought about it—why did they have to phrase it that way? It felt too direct. I really wanted to keep this under wraps until we got home or until the Royal Rumble when I reveal who I'm handing my title to.

"Yeah, I'm just under the weather right now that's all but I'll be fine," Jey was aware that I wasn't being truthful, and I hesitated to share the real reason for my claim of feeling unwell and my limited diet of just chicken and brown rice.

He shot me a glance filled with understanding as I complained to him in frustration.

"You know you can tell me anything right?"

"Yeah, I know I'm not hiding anything pumpkin. I promise I'm okay," I reassured him as he nodded his head in approval leaning in for another kiss.

Before we could do anything else we heard the door knocking hearing Jon's voice coming from behind it.

"Uce! C'mon dawg we got an interview with Cathy!" He shouted which made Jey roll his eyes at his brother's statement.

"Well duty calls princess I'll see you after?" Jey said as I nodded my head.

I watched him head off to spend time with his brother, listening to their playful bickering as they left the room. It was such a classic display of sibling rivalry, really.

I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket and realized that Bianca had sent me a message.

IMESSAGE 💬 Breezy🫶🏽: did you tell him yet? Minnie🧃: no but he almost catched on when you and Trinity decided to tell him that I wasn't feeling well Breezy🫶🏽: we were only throwing hints around that's all but when are you going to tell him? Minnie🧃: when we get home and I'll just tell him I have a surprise for him Breezy🫶🏽: I knew yall would have kids before us Minnie🧃: Jon has children yk and they're grown Breezy🫶🏽: well let's exclude them out then Minnie🧃: does Montez know? Breezy🫶🏽: he put two and two together when he found out that you've been eating chicken and brown rice over the past couple of weeks so. Minnie🧃: I'm surprised his ass didn't pass out from the news Breezy🫶🏽: he almost did actually finding out his little sister is pregnant now Minnie🧃: he'll get over it besides he'll he a great uncle Breezy🫶🏽: we gotta start planning your baby shower and stuff Minnie🧃: damn can my stomach get big before we plan things B? Breezy🫶🏽: you right my fault 😭😭 Minnie🧃: that auntie fever getting to you B Breezy🫶🏽: whatever girl 😭😭 but I'll text you later okay? Minnie🧃: kk byee girly

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OMNISCIENT Yasmine wrapped up her evening photoshoot and felt it was time to go home, as she wasn't feeling her best. As she made her way to her car, she suddenly heard someone calling her name. To her astonishment, it was Trick, her old best friend. She let out a deep sigh and rolled her eyes at the unexpected encounter.

He reached out to embrace her, but she gently pushed him back, her face set in a serious expression. She simply didn’t have the energy to handle his nonsense, especially since she wasn’t feeling well right now.

"What you want Trick?" Yasmine questioned him.

"damn girl, I was tryna holla at you but you acting different." Trick said as Yasmine scoffed at him.

"Me? Acting different? Nigga you the one who was acting different after bro believing me so don't say I'm acting different," she said while folding her arms around her chest.

Trick stood with his hands on his hips, letting out a sigh of frustration. He wished Yasmine could somehow move past what had happened to her, but he understood that it was impossible for her to forget something that had left such deep scars and affected her so profoundly.

"C'mon now minks that was in the past can't you just leave it alone?"

Yasmine let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head in disbelief, "you must be fucking stupid? How the fuck can I forget at let something go like that? god you're even worst that Melo, you know what I got things to do at home ion got time for your bullshit," Yasmine opened her car door and climbed in, firmly shutting it behind her as she turned on the engine.

"Minks c'mon mane, just give him another chance."

"I will jump off a cliff if I ever gave him another chance bye trick," Yasmine drove off leaving Trick dumbfounded.

Yasmine was taken aback that, of all the people she could have chosen as her best friend, she ended up with him. It felt overwhelming, especially with the added stress of expecting a child. She really didn’t need this right now.

Yasmine couldn't shake her doubts about becoming a mother, especially with Jey constantly on the road. Their time together was limited to his rare days off, and then it was back to his travels. She wrestled with concerns about him being unfaithful while he was away, but deep down, she trusted him and believed he would never betray her.

Yasmine finally arrived home, pulling into the driveway and switching off her car. As she gathered her belongings from the backseat and walked toward the door, she heard Ella barking excitedly at the window. A smile spread across her face as she opened the door, greeted by Ella's enthusiastic welcome.

She stepped into the house, gently closing the door behind her. After setting her belongings on the couch, she turned her attention to Ella. Lifting her up, she was met with a flurry of affectionate kisses and playful licks on her face. As she petted Ella's head, she made sure to give her those beloved scratches that always brought joy.

She realized that Jey would likely be home shortly, so even though she wasn't feeling her best, she chose to prepare dinner for him. Gently, she set Ella down on the floor and reached for her bowl, then opened the cabinet to fetch the dog food. Yasmine filled the bowl with the chicken-flavored kibble and placed it on the ground for Ella, making sure to add some fresh water as well.

Yasmine carefully returned the bag to the cabinet before opening the fridge to gather her ingredients for dinner. She had chosen to prepare steak accompanied by asparagus and homemade sweet potato fries, a recipe she had learned from her mother.

She realized that the smell would be overwhelming for her, but she felt it was necessary to push through, especially since he would be coming home soon, likely craving a hearty meal.

Yasmine started by seasoning her steaks before putting them in the pan to cook on the stove. She had also prepared the asparagus, making sure to pat them dry, and was busy making her delicious homemade sweet potato fries.

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: you in the kitchen cookin up something for your man I know he gonna love that when he gets home MontezFordWWE replied to your story: MINKS LET ME COME OVER jonathanfatu replied to your story: so invitations to your crib when? 😀 uceyjucey replied to your story: tryna make sure I'm eating mamas? damn that looks good trickwilliams_wwe replied to your story: I remember when you used to cook for Melo like this such a shame trinity_fatu replied to your story: girrrrrl you cookin it up in there

Yasmine was busy preparing dinner when she heard the door creak open behind her, a clear sign that Jey had returned from work. She could hear Ella barking excitedly at him. Moments later, she felt Jey's warm presence as he approached from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and planting a gentle kiss on her shoulder.

She turned to him, her beautiful smile lighting up her face, the one he adored. As she pressed a gentle kiss on his lips, he nestled his neck against her shoulder, watching her prepare dinner with a sense of warmth and affection.

"How was work today?" She asked.

Jey smiled as he brushed Yasmine's hair aside, planting soft kisses on her neck that made her giggle. "Today was good I had a tag team match with Jon, and then I did an interview with Bryson."

"Joshuaaa c'mon now I'm tryna cook you something to eat," Jey chuckled at her while nodding his head. "A'ight I'll stop," knowing that he was lying to himself as he pressed himself up against her making her feel his stiff member onto her butt.

He gently slid his hands beneath her shirt, savoring the warmth of her skin as he watched her prepare dinner. With a tender kiss on the back of her neck, he sought to distract her, while Yasmine did her best to stay composed and concentrate on the meal.

That's when she felt him slithering his hands down her pants and began rubbing her clit causing her to jolt as she bit the bottom of her lip. "J-Josh...stop..." she whimpered softly.

He chuckled at her while pulling his hand out from her pants slapping her ass before walking off, she looked back at him with a stern expression on her face looking all flustered.

She finished preparing dinner for the evening and made her way upstairs to retrieve the pregnancy test from the bathroom. A wave of nervousness washed over her at the thought of sharing the news, but she reminded herself to set aside that fear and head back downstairs.

As she made her way down the stairs, she noticed Jey and Ella snuggled together on the couch. When Jey heard her footsteps approaching, he turned his gaze in her direction, raising an eyebrow in curiosity as he spotted something hidden behind her back.

"What's up mama?" Jey asked.

"I have a surprise for you to see but I don't know how you're going to feel about it,"

He raised an eyebrow at her, "it really depends on what the surprise is mama, lemme' see," Yasmine sighed deeply as she showed him the pregnancy test that was in her hands.

He took it from her hands, noticing the two lines on the test. His eyes widened in surprise as he looked up at her and then back down at the pregnancy test.

"Surprise, I'm pregnant." She announced.

"You pranking me right Ma? This must be a joke," Yasmine shook her head.

"No, I'm serious Josh I'm having your baby,"

Jey beamed with joy as he rose from the couch, lifting Yasmine by her thighs and twirling her around. Her laughter filled the air, and he eventually slowed down, gently pressing a tender kiss on her lips. "I'm finna be father, oh shit. I'm finna be fucking dad!" She could his smile on his face before he sat down on the couch along with her straddling him.

His hand was on her hip while the other one was holding onto the pregnancy test.

"No wonder why Trin and B said you wasn't feeling good today and you tried to play it off," Jey said.

"Well, I don't want to ruin the surprise Pumpkin." Yasmine replied.

"When did you find out?"

She shared with him that she discovered her pregnancy shortly after returning from their honeymoon. Unfortunately, she was unable to enjoy any of her favorite foods, as they made her feel nauseous. The only meal she could manage was chicken and brown rice. She also recounted an encounter with Trick after her photoshoot, where he was persistently questioning her about Melo and what had transpired between them.

"Don't worry about him, imma get em. And get my championship back at the Royal Rumble." He said.

Yasmine listened intently, nodding along as he spoke. She held back the news of her upcoming departure, feeling a mix of unease about being away from him while she stayed home to care for their child.

Jey sensed that she was preoccupied with something else. He gently rubbed her sides, trying to draw her focus to him as she gazed into his big, puppy-like eyes. "what's on your mind baby, you seem quiet."

"I'm announcing that I'll be leaving for a bit at the Royal Rumble and will be giving my title away, but..." she trailed off. "But I feel uneasy being away from you,"

His eyes softened slightly knowing what she was referring to he caressed her cheek softly pulling her in for a kiss.

"Mama, I promised myself that I am a changed man. I didn't marry you for no reason now I wanted to be with you and have a future together."

"You're my one and only, I mean that shit. I love you too much just to put you through that again," his words and reassurance were so precious and sweet it just made Yasmine smile at him knowing that he truly loved her.

He entwined their fingers as their foreheads rested against one another, lost in each other's gaze, just before Jey leaned in to gently kiss her lips again.

They shared several kisses before gently separating. "I love you Minks I really do,"

"I love you too Joshua," Yasmine said.

Something Bout' Us

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: IM FINNA BE A AUNTIEEEE trinity_fatu replied to your story: aww look at Ella so cuteee Tank and Marley said they miss her MontezFordWWE replied to your story: damn im finna be a uncle jonathanfatu replied to your story: uncle fatu in the building 🙂‍↕️ rikishi replied to your story: ❤️ romanreigns replied to your story: YOU PREGNANT? IM FINNA BE A UNCLE?😀😭 trickwilliams_wwe replied to your story: PREGNANT? Melo ain't finna like this rhearipley_wwe replied to your story: omggg I am so happy for you guys 🫶🏼 archerofinfamny replied to your story: WEPA?? UCE GOT YOU KNOCKED UP?

A/n: yall think Yasmine is goin to have a boy or a girl? But one more chapter to go before ending this book off 🙂‍↕️ can't wait to see what will happen to Carmelo.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below oh Happy Valentine's Day everyone 💓

STAY UCEY.

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"when you jerk off, what do you think about?" atsumu asks.

it's just him and suna. osamu got stuck behind, cleaning duty for the gym or something. there's a question that's been lodged in his chest for months. but there's never a good time to ask. and something makes him blurt it out to suna.

suna swallows. atsumu hears the click of suna's throat, which would usually make atsumu cringe, but he's stuck a in world of thoughts.

"I think about..." suna trails off. the hesitation makes atsumu turn. suna's frowning. "a boy. I think about a, uh, boys. I mean."

atsumu raises an eyebrow. "so you're gay?"

suna sighs and closes his eyes. like that's the conclusion he's been avoiding. "I think so."

atsumu brings his knees to his chest. "that's not so bad," he mumbles.

suna looks at atsumu now. atsumu keeps his gaze away.

"why? what so you jack off to?" suna asks, slightly defensive.

"I don't." atsumu frowns. "like I get hard. but I just... I don't think about anything and I don't really care for it. I mean, I've tried thinking about it all. girls- boobs, butts, touching me. I even thought about aran once, but... I never get it, I guess. it all just feels forced. I rarely finish anyway."

suna hums, making sure atsumu knows he was heard.

atsumu makes himself smaller.

"aran, huh?" suna says.

atsumu's face flushes. "that's what you got?'

"I don't blame you. he's pretty." suna shrugs. "maybe you're not into sex." he transitions poorly into the new subject, making atsumu wince. "i think it's a thing."

atsumu frowns. "I'm broken, suna. I'm not gay, I'm not straight, I don't even jerk off. all boys our age jerk off!"

suna shrugs. "I didn't start jerking off until, like... a few months ago."

"really?"

"yeah. I think I was freaked out at the idea of being caught. but also, I never really got the random boners until recently anyway. I don't think you're broken," suna says. "you might just be a little different."

"different. like that's better."

suna brings his legs up on the bed, crossing them. his knee bumps against atsumu's side a few times. "I've been different my whole life, atsumu. you either worry about being different and die or you learn to embrace it and survive."

"you totally read that somewhere."

"yeah. it was a poster on my teacher's wall. but, it's still right."

atsumu dissents. maybe he needs to stop trying to fit in. he doesn't try this hard for anything else but volleyball.

"who's the boy?" atsumu asks.

suna's face turns bright red. "I'm not talking about it."

"oh come on! you have to tell me now!"

"hey, losers," osamu says from the doorway. "mama finished dinner. come eat."

atsumu jumps down. "when did you get home?" suna trails behind. atsumu wonders if he'll ever get answer about who that boy is.

[thenatezone]

Having digested the Bell's Hells finale I think I want to make some observations that, FULL DISCLOSURE, will veer into gentle criticism, but that's fine because we're all incredibly normal and mature and we'll just be cool about it.

I know that these last few episodes had to close out not just campaign 3 but presumably also this version of the show. I know the cast likes to revisit their old, iconic characters and that the constant references and connections to previous campaigns are really fun for them. But, fun as it was, I feel it came at the expense of crowding Bells Hells out of their own campaign.

I believe we have reached MCU Phase 4 (?) levels of callbacks and references to previous campaigns, which, in my opinion, M9 handled with much more restraint. Easier for the cast to do back then, you might say, with only one previous campaign and no supplemental series like EXU to weave in, but I would respond by reminding you that no one made them ratchet up the shared universe storytelling. To continue with the Marvel analogy, sometimes a Spider-Man story has pretty high stakes that might justify the X-Men or FF or Avengers showing up to help. If they're going to, fine, but you have to keep the focus on Spider-Man or you've failed to tell a Spider-Man story and you shouldn't have involved so many other heroes if they're just going to take away opportunities for his character development.

Also, with so many EXU installments and the main series only running 3 weeks a month, I thought campaign 3 really dragged compared to the others. Maybe that's because it was a lot less...vignette-y, I guess, than VM or M9? I'm guesstimating here but it felt like Bells Hells had identified the bad guys (and more or less what their plan was) about one-third into the campaign and the other two-thirds was pretty much exclusively about stopping it. Just not my preference for the pacing of a multi-year campaign.

As far as revisiting VM and M9 to give them updated endings, I found this...emotionally satisfying in the moment, let's say, but kind of narratively weak and cloyingly sentimental when considered after the fact. It reminds me (I am old) of the finale of Lost, which ends on an uplifting and feelgood scene. This emotional satisfaction lingers for a moment and then you (if you are me) realize that you will have to make your peace with the fact that the show has been promising answers to its many mysteries and will not be delivering on any of them. It's not a waste of time because you have enjoyed yourself, but you wish the show had delivered more relative to what it had promised. That's how I feel about Bells Hells.

Now I do want to note that if I had played Bells Hells as a home campaign I would have loved it! Would never have shut up about it. Would have been completely on board with the meta-references and the constant in-character arguing and planning and ethical debates that kept going in circles. Would have appreciated the players all taking big swings with their characters even if some of them weren't as successful as others. Would definitely have supported of a final session that wrapped everything up a little too neatly, because it might have been the last time our crew could play after years together and the real world had gotten so unpleasant that maybe the fantasy world could lighten up just a bit. And while it's unfair to hold Critical Role to the same standards as a scripted show when it's not, we have to acknowledge that it's also not just some friends playing DnD at home with only themselves to satisfy.

Still love the program, still love the chemistry of the cast, still can't wait to see what they do next with this last EXU and then Daggerheart. The worst day fishin' is better than the best day workin' after all, but I hope some bigger fish will be biting next time.

[gyllenhaalstuff]

Boy Back Home

- Donnie Darko

This fic is two requests mixed together, hope that’s alright ᡣ𐭩

Summary: You come over to Donnie’s house unannounced and find him touching himself.

Warnings: Sub!Donnie, masturbation, panty sniffing, touching himself to a picture of you, you’re a bit mean, blood (he accidentally bites your lip).

Word count: 964

Notes: This is really short (soz), might do a part two if it does well!

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Even though you felt too old to be forced on family vacations, you still got dragged along to Cape Cod over the summer. Your friend, or unofficial boyfriend (whatever you want to call it), Donnie, had been waiting for you all summer to come back home. He tried to pass the time as best he could. Shooting bottles, biking, watching shitty sitcoms. Most effective of all was staring at his Polaroid of you, where you are dressed in nothing but a bikini top and tiny shorts, and either burying his face in your panties or jerking himself off holding them around his cock.

You got home in late July. You never told Donnie about it beforehand; you wanted it to be a surprise. You barely got home before leaving to go to his house. Under a flowerpot on the front porch lay a pair of spare keys. You picked them up, inserted them into the keyhole, and quietly unlocked the front door. No one seemed to be downstairs; you began to wonder if Donnie was not even home. But you decided to check his room.

In case he was there, you walked the creaky steps as carefully as possible. His door was closed, and a light shined from under the door. Your body filled with excitement, you had missed him so terribly. You turned the doorknob and looked into his room. However, Donnie did not seem to notice you. In fact, his eyes were closed. On his chest lay a Polaroid of you from a few months back; one of his hands held a pair of your used panties, which you thought you had lost, in his face, and his other hand feverishly stroked his cock.

Your eyes widened in surprise, and you could not deny his little show turned you on. You stepped in the room and closed the door behind you. This woke Donnie up from his daydream. His eyes shot up, cheeks turned maroon, and he stilled. “Uh. Look, I—,” he stammered. You two were not dating, so this could have easily scared you off. “Don’t let me interrupt you,” you said and walked towards his bed. This was your chance to play around with him a bit, which you needed after being away for so long—too long. “I was enjoying the show.”

Poor Donnie thought he might pass away from embarrassment. Not only did the girl he liked walk in on him, but she also walked in on him stuffing her used, stolen panties in his face with her skimpy Polaroid right by. He had a hard time deciphering you, whether you were being genuine or not.

You met Donnie’s silence with a sigh. “I want to see what you’ve been getting up to without me here,” you said in a kinder, softer voice, hoping it would make him feel more comfortable. “You’re not mad?” He asked instead. You smiled and shook your head. “The opposite.”

Donnie's hand began stroking his cock again, now with his eyes open, looking at you. He realized then how much better you looked in real life than in that still picture. His hand holding your underwear softened its grip. “Did you steal these?” You pointed at the panties. Donnie’s gaze looked far away and cloudy. He hummed a yes.

He was not sure if this was real. Maybe he fell asleep while masturbating and was having some sort of erotic dream, but this was too realistic. His body spasmed in pleasure as he watched your face. It almost felt more perverted to jerk off to your face than, let’s say, your tits. This was not just desperation; this was adoration.

“What do you do with them?” You asked, already knowing the answer. But hearing him say it would do so much for you. “I smell them,” Donnie whimpered in response; his whole being was getting eaten up by horniness, and he did not have enough brain power to feel shame anymore. He just wanted to cum.

“Show me,” you inquired, and he obliged. He smothered himself with them once again, heavily breathing in your scent. His thighs shook as he did, and his hips moved more than his hand by now. He was basically fucking up into his fist. He moaned hopelessly into the lace, which did not do much to muffle the sounds. His sheer desperation turned you on as much as it angered you. You grabbed the panties from him and shoved them into his open mouth. “You’re too noisy.”

A few whimpers still slipped out, but you could deal with that. You tried your best to hold back, because even though you enjoyed watching him suffer, you wanted to put your lips to his flushed, sweaty skin and kiss him all over. He could make up for it later.

You could tell he was nearing his climax by the way his legs trembled and flexed. The veins on his thin, pale hand were protruding from the strain. The panties in his mouth were useless by now as his sounds grew louder. So, you took them out and replaced them with your tongue. He writhed on his sheets and sucked on your tongue. It was not pretty; it was sloppy and messy, but God, it felt good.

He accidentally bit down on your lip when he came, mixing your blood into the shared saliva. His cum landed on his stomach, cooling him down when the breeze from the AC brushed his skin. You broke the kiss and breathed heavily into each other’s mouths. “I’ve missed you so much,” Donnie said, still sounding whiny and weak. You smiled, “Me too. Now you can have the real deal,” you teased and pecked his lips. He hummed happily, wanting nothing more than to dive between your thighs.

[summitprinter]

Sabrina Carpenter's Sweet Treat Dependency

Pop sensation Sabrina Carpenter has had nothing but pure success in this past year. From catchy top charting pop music singles, multiple award show wins, and a shower of praise from fans and critics alike, is there anything this blonde bombshell can’t do? Her fame has even gotten to the point that she has accumulated all kinds of sponsorship deals. One of which being from the Dunkin’ Donut chain, who has released a new brown sugar cold espresso drink to promote her aptly titled summer hit “Espresso”.

Of course like any ad deal she’s had in the past, promotion was key. She appeared on late night talk shows alongside her fellow pop star peers and bragged about the sponsorship, even mentioning how Dunkin’ agreed to let her have as many donuts and cold espresso drinks as she can enjoy. As the talk show went on, Ms. Carpenter did have a small secret that she didn’t reveal.

The truth was that she had been taking advantage of the free food a little too much, with the popstar gaining about 10 pounds in the short span that the deal had been up. Nobody had noticed this though as she hid her newly gained gut with the use of a waist trainer every time she was out, but the issue still stood. Maybe her peers were right. Maybe she is getting a little addicted to all that fattening sugar.

Her inner thoughts had suddenly been broken as the host asked if she had anything else to say before the end of the show. She paused for a moment and threw out a scripted response with a wide grin. As she smiled to the audience's applause and waved goodbye, the real questions were being asked in her head. Will she be able to manage her appetite or is she going to throw away her beautiful body and successful career just for a few sugary donuts? Her stomach suddenly groans in hunger and she remembers that there’s a Dunkin’ not too far from the studio she’s been filming in. Seems like she’ll start that diet tomorrow…

An Ungodly Amount of Free Sugary Espressos and Sweet Pastries Later...

Looks like time has not been kind to poor Sabrina Carpenter and her waistline. Turns out Ms. Carpenter never got around to losing those few odd pounds, instead ballooning into a massive butterball. It appears her metabolism just couldn’t handle all those sessions of gorging on nothing but addictive, fattening, sweet treats. With each bite she grew bigger, with her fans and the media quickly picking up on her weight gain. She had tried to lose the weight many times but never succeeded, each attempt just ended in an even bigger failure than the last. The once popular pop star fell hard from grace, with the general public losing interest and moving on to find other, more physically fit pop stars. Most of her sponsorships also cut ties with her now that there was no money coming in. The final nail in the coffin was when her record label dropped her once she couldn’t perform on stage anymore due to not being able to stand for more than ten minutes.

Within a span of a few months, Ms. Carpenter had lost everything she had, with the expectation of one thing; Her sponsorship deal with Dunkin’. While it may have caused her downfall, she just couldn’t stop eating those fattening pastries and sugary drinks. So like every day that had come before, Ms. Carpenter waddled her way to her nearest Dunkin’ to collect her free treats. She would of course have preferred to have driven but truthfully, no car could fit her girth. Even though she didn’t fit into any of her old clothes, she still tried to wear them whenever she went out as she was still too ashamed to admit that she just might be too fat for clothing.

Today was no expectation as she had squeezed into a way too small black lace jumpsuit with a pair of tall, platform heels to match. Upon arriving, she noticed that two young women were in line at the usually empty quiet donut shop. Before she could give it any more thought, she spotted her order sitting on the counter. As she reached for it, the store manager stopped her and let her know a horrible truth. Dunkin’ had decided that starting today, they were canceling the sponsorship deal and would no longer honor her free food deal, with this order being her last one. As the shock hit her and she felt her world crashing down, she waddled over to the only bench that could fit her wide ass, already stuffing her face with donuts and sat down. As she sat, her tight jumpsuit just couldn’t take it anymore and ripped loudly. Ms. Carpenter’s large gut and fat tits flopped out with immense force, freed from the constraining fabric. Her thick back rolls and cellulite covered ass had also torn straight though the ill-fitting jumpsuit with a great force.

Before Ms. Carpenter could even realize what had happened, the two young women turned around and approached. Turns out they were her old pop star friends! As they looked on in disgust and shame, Ms. Carpenter felt tears begin to quickly fall down her chubby face and could do nothing as they commented on her disgusting fat body. She had really lost everything all because of her sweet tooth. 

The future does seems quite grim for poor Ms. Carpenter. No more top charting pop music, award show wins, or sponsorship deals. Nope, all she had to look forward to was nothing but struggle, as her weight had proven to become a serious problem now. Maybe if she had been smart enough to put down the donuts and do some ab crunches, she wouldn’t be in this mess. She would be conquering the pop music scene! Instead, she has to enjoy her sad, pathetic life as a washed up fat ass with no future. Quite the change from her past but alas, that’s what you get for being a greedy piggy…

ALTS:

Clean:

Clean and Tears:

Sweat:

Sweat and Tears:

Slob and No Tears:

Slob and Gassy:

Slob, Gassy, and Tears:

[clarisse0o]

The Mayor - Chapter 53

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternate Universe: Mayor and Architect

Words: 1100

Masterlist

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I opened my eyes.  

My room was bathed in soft, muted light filtering through the thin curtains. It must have been late in the morning.  

I turned over.  

She was there. Lucy. Lying on her side, facing away from me, she seemed to be in a deep sleep. I could hear her steady breathing. I only saw her tousled ebony hair and her shoulder, bare beneath my white sheets.

I smiled, my thoughts drifting back to the wild day I’d had yesterday.  

...The deep disappointment I had felt leaving that office. Lucy’s attitude, her tone, had hurt me terribly. With tears in my eyes, I’d sought comfort in Alexia’s arms—and a few glasses of champagne, which managed to lift my spirits. I was furious with her, cursing her, swearing it was over, that this story was going nowhere.  

...The profound surprise of seeing her there, at my door, past two in the morning. How fragile she suddenly seemed!  

At first, I wanted to slam the door in her face, to tell her it was too much, that I was exhausted from it all.  

But nothing was simple with Lucy. I knew it, I loved her. It was that need to see her, to speak to her, beyond all logic or reason.  

So, I let her in.  

...The sheer disbelief I felt seeing her faint. She must have barely eaten all day. And let’s not even talk about sleep!  

Could our situation have affected her as much?  

Lucy had shown her vulnerability—the woman who always wanted to appear strong and unshakable.  

She touched me in ways I couldn’t put into words.  

Were our problems resolved? No, obviously not.  

But yesterday, what seemed insurmountable—her stance, the consequences of our relationship—now felt trivial.  

I had missed her so much. Feeling her so close warmed and soothed me entirely.  

I was no longer afraid.  

I placed my hand on her shoulder, wanting to feel the softness of her skin against mine. I felt a small movement, like a shiver under my palm.  

Without seeing her face, I could sense that she was smiling.  

Suddenly, her voice:

"Are you trying to abuse your position, miss?"

It was my turn to smile at her comment.

"Hmmm... maybe! You see, I’m in a position of power—I’m on my own turf!"

She laughed, turning slowly to face me.  

Now, she was right in front of me, just inches away, her gaze locking with my blue eyes. Stunning.  

"You might start to think it’s you making me weak!"  

She had that playful, sparkling look in her eyes.

"Which is only the truth! I’m irresistible, what can I say!"

I loved this game between us, teasing and circling around each other, without any real control.  

"Not in that hideous colorful sweater you’re wearing! Don’t dream!"  

We burst into laughter together, growing closer, our hands intertwining, seeking, tangling together.  

She added:

"Although, I did notice you gave me your sexiest pajamas! You’re impossible!"

Indeed, the situation was hilarious—me in baggy sweatpants and an oversized, multicolored sweater, the ultimate outfit for a night of sulking. And her in her rather tight-fitting shorts and top.  

I straddled her, looking down at her teasingly.

"So... what are you waiting for to take off that ugly sweater?"

I never broke eye contact. Slowly, wordlessly, still holding my gaze, she peeled off that first layer that stood between our two bodies.  

Her hands caressed me gently, moving from my stomach up to my breasts.  

I was completely on fire—mind and body.  

Suddenly, she flipped us over, straddling me with a commanding look.  

I ran my hands along her thighs, inching up her shorts, sneaking my fingers under them. She bit her lip with a moan of pleasure.  

My hands found their way to her shirt.  

"You look sexy in this top, but I think I prefer you without it."  

I carefully slid it off her, taking my time. It was clear that we were both desperate for each other, yearning to rediscover sensations we had missed for months. But we also wanted to savor the moment.  

Her breasts stood proud in front of me—perfect, firm, pointed in my direction. I cupped them in my hands, caressing them, teasing her hardened nipples.  

The tension was unbearable, my heart racing uncontrollably.  

Her lips—I could only see her lips now.  

I needed to taste them again, to feel her tongue against mine.  

Quickly.  

I leaned in closer. She whispered in my ear, smiling:

"Weren’t we supposed to talk?"

The ultimate provocation.

"I want you so much..."

What followed was a whirlwind. Her lips met mine, and I was overcome by exquisite sensations.  

There was no need to take our time anymore.  

Our bodies craved each other with insatiable desire.  

Soon enough, my awful sweatpants and her shorts found their way to the floor.  

Our moans of pleasure, our cries, and our ragged breaths echoed between those four walls. We were like two souls parched with thirst for one another—a thirst for desire, for insatiable pleasure.

In a shared cry, our entwined bodies dripping with sweat, we climaxed together. Unable to let go of each other, we stayed locked in silence, trying to catch our breath and gather our thoughts. No words were necessary at that moment.

I drifted into a drowsy state, disturbed only by the sound of the shower running. Lucy had gotten up, and without her warmth, I felt a bit colder. A few minutes later, she returned, smiling brightly as she sat on the bed. Leaning toward me, she kissed me, caressing my cheek.

"I have to go, Ona!" she said.

I pouted. "On a Saturday morning?"

"I need to have a quick debriefing with my team about yesterday, and I'm having lunch with my sons at noon. Shall we meet this afternoon?"

"Fine. Are you coming here?"

"Yes, if that's okay with you. The twins will be at my place today, so it’ll be easier to talk here."

I smiled and flipped her onto the bed. "I love it when we 'talk'..." I teased, kissing her neck passionately.

She laughed, trying to free herself from my grip. "I'm late, Ona, hands off!" she exclaimed, kissing me one last time before leaving my apartment with a playful wink.

My heart felt light as I had breakfast that morning. My gaze wandered to the day's newspaper, which I had just fetched from my mailbox. On the front page was Lucy, standing confidently next to the minister, exuding strength, charisma, and determination. I smiled. I knew that was only one side of Lucy. She was so much more than that.

[t-rexii]

Today, I had another like meta day. I kinda just went stuff it and ate like 1500+ I wasn't tracking to closely. My doctor tells me that's how much I should be eating and what the average person eats a day. I did gain weight, but I thought i would it was 700g up, but I just tell myself it won't be true fat.

Tomorrow I start restricting again might do 400 - 500 then every day/second drop it a bit and im really hoping these 2 days of big eating help with my body because I wasn't losing any weight even eating like 500cals and I have been getting tummy problems too. Also, this might help with my mental hunger now that I have let myself have the foods it might get out of my system, I hope this dont turn into a regular thing wanting to eat this much.

I remember when I have been in hospital because on my 3d like I would gain weight but when I came home I would restrict again and the weight would drop fast so im hoping this has like the same effect because I haven't been to hospital in like 4 months "touch wood" i have been dodging that bullet there has been a few close calls but my last admission was probably one of the worst ones as in a messy situation, being on a ward that had no idea. Anyway, it was a short stay, so that was a plus and probably got away with something I wouldn't have on the regular ward.

Also I have to make it look like I'm trying because I have my footy coming up and I can't get that taken off me or I will die and I am looking at joining the army reserves so I need to be medical ok I think for that.

Like I don't want to recover but I just need to be a good girl for a bit and not get sent again and I am still going to drop my weight i think I'm just going to do it a bit slower so it's not so dramatic to everyone.

Total 1500+

Steps 10000

[sysig]

Strictly professional showering (Patreon)

[swordmaid]

i am wide awake thinking about that post canon jb au again when I should be sleeping …!!! such is the nature of the jbrainrot…

[icewindandboringhorror]

I occasionally wish to reach out to old friends/acquaintances I haven't spoken to since high school/some other even earlier time in my life, but I have SOOO little social energy even for required tasks (like making dr phone calls or etc), I never have any leftover for extra ones, and it would be very odd to message someone I haven't spoken to in like 5 years out of the blue but then take 4 entire months to respond back lol.. My natural curiosity with nostalgia/collecting details of the past/etc. (literally if I were born a little earlier I would definitely do scrapbooking or something lol) is very strong, but, alas, not strong enough to beat out the Social Issues Demons apparently

[luck-of-the-drawings]

THIS IS HUMANITIES 11TH HOUR I THINK KIAN WAS RIGHT. THERE WAS SO MUCH HE COULD HAVE DONE BETTER BUT HE DID IT FOR GREAT REASON. THEIR RELATIONSHIP MAKES ME SO EMOTIONAL. EVEN THE ECHO OF SOMEONE IS IN LOVE WITH YOU, AND THE ECHO OF YOU LOVES THEM TOO. they COPIED A HUMAN DOWN TO THEIR BASIC CIRCUTRY AS A SURVIVAL INSTINCT AND THE VERY WIRES STILL LOVE YOU. ITS THE ATMOSPHERE. ITS THE DISCORDANT AND SAD YET YEARNING CORDS IN THE AIR AS THE SKY REDDENS. ITS A WISH FOR SOMETHING MORE, PRESSING AGAINST INEVITABLE GLASS, CLEARLY NO HOPE OF CONTINUING OR BLOSSOMING. A PAINTING OF A MEMORY THEY WANT TO BE MAKING WITH NO CONCLUSION.

[genekies]

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