#i only know the happy ending and shes the only one that matters

[yumeka-sxf]

A very short new chapter this week but...wow, the preview mentioned that it's about a dream Anya had, but I wasn't expecting baby Anya right off the bat 😭

A couple things we can infer about this short scene with her mother is that 1) they're both wearing what appears to be hospital or another kind of medical facility gowns, which indicates that they were perhaps both at the lab together. Likely her mother was there first for who knows how long, and Anya was born there?

And 2) the emphasis on being able to fly like a butterfly makes me think that they're trapped there. Anya is too young at this point to understand what's happening, but her mother desires that at least Anya is able to "fly away" to a better life someday.

It's hard to tell if Anya has her mind reading ability yet, or if her mother can read minds too. We don't see any of the "sparkles" that are used as a visual cue for when Anya is mind-reading...I feel like we would have seen that in the scene below when she's looking up at her mother before hugging her. But it could just be too short of a scene to say for sure.

Some notes about the Japanese version, @spencer-is-someone and others were wondering if she calls her ママ ("mama") here as opposed to what she calls Yor, はは ("haha"), and yes, she does call her biological mother the actual word "Mama." This is consistent with the Eden interview scene too.

The first panel of the Japanese version also has this extra text on the left that reads "a precious memory from some other time..."

Something that I mentioned in my review of chapter 102 is how Endo hides the faces of certain characters in other characters' flashbacks, such as how Loid's parents' faces are hidden, as is the face of Henry's wife in Martha's flashback. In the same vein, Anya's mother's face is obscured as well.

I interpret this as the characters' suppressing the memory of the character whose face is hidden due to the emotional trauma that character elicits, a trauma that the character having the flashback is trying to overcome, whether they realize it or not. In Anya's case, it could simply be that she doesn't remember her mother's face since she was so young, but regardless, I like that Endo is being consistent with this.

Side note, it seems like the design for Anya's mother is based on Ashe, a character from one of Endo's previous works. Anya's design was based on Ashe as well, so makes sense that her mother would have a stronger resemblance.

Before the chapter ends, we're treated to "soft" Loid with the little sigh he has (the "phew" cloud in the lower right) whenever he's genuinely relaxing around the family 😊

It's interesting how the mind-reading thing from the previous chapters with Melinda is brought up...when Anya asks if Yor can read her mind, Loid looks concerned, but when Yor tells him she only knew about the potato gratin because Anya saw it on TV, he relaxed.

I kinda hope that the Melinda story continues in the next chapter, but it could be paused for now. Likely we'll be moving onto something else next time. Maybe we'll go back to the "Anya reveals her secret to Damian" thing, since school is resuming according to Loid. I am a bit surprised though that this chapter was so short despite not being called a "Short Mission" chapter. Endo could still be trying to catch up after the recent long hiatus he had due to illness. But it's fine, I'm happy with crumbs of Anya's backstory not matter how small! 😅

[blackbeeno3569]

What, there is any other way how to write?

(There is an arc for Jack to happen eventually and it’s a delight to form it 😅)

“What are you?”

Morana never called him anything. Not by name, not anything else.

“A Guardian,” Jack said, leaning on that word. That was who he was. Guardian of happy childhood, of fun. A part of something bigger.

“A Guardian…” the spirit of winter repeated slowly, sitting down in her armchair. She waved her hand, he was allowed to sit down, too. In front of them there was a large window overlooking mountains that may or may not had truly been there.

“That’s the Man in the Moon’s little club set to bully the Boogeyman to insanity, isn’t it,” she said, undeniable amusement playing on her lips. Jack looked up, for a moment she was young, entertained and having a light conversation.

“We protect children,” he frowned and remained standing.

She moved her head, looking out from the window and there was a glimpse of a corpse before her features settled on an older woman: “Nonsense. Your friends only dismantled their own world to feed someone else’s ambition. But that doesn’t matter in the end. That’s not why you are here.”

“Then why am I here?” he snapped back, his tone sharp and he continued: “you traded me like… like a cattle. Why?”

“That’s what poor Shadow thinks, doesn’t he? That it was a trade. And not a nice one. I saw it in his eyes, that hesitation…” Morana smiled again and Jack noticed how she called Pitch. He never heard anyone to call him that way before.

“But that makes no sense, he could save himself the dilemma. You belong to me from the beginning, everything that belongs to winter does. Only now… now you are interesting. And terribly ignorant. So again,” she turned her white gaze back to him, her face folded in wrinkles suddenly, “what are you?”

“Jack Frost.”

“That’s only a name. What are you?”

Jack sank to that armchair finally, watching the surreal scene outside. The sun was starting to set down.

"I have no better answer for you."

Morana nodded slowly: "I know. That's why you are here. Your powers lie fallow by now… And I take better care of what’s mine than that.”

me as a writer

[captain-huggy-bear]

Luke would be the type to keep his private life very private so him having a gf only really his family and friends in michigan know so the devils have no clue and i could see the boys always trying to get luke to hookup with people for like a whole season till next season when they finally learn luke has had a gf the whole time

Oh boy, 100%. He always just politely tells them he's not interested in dating anyone or having a casual hookup or pretends he doesn't notice what they're doing. Jack 100% does not help, he finds it hilarious when any of the guys are trying to get Luke to talk to some random girl in a bar, but he will 100% confirm to you that Luke is the most loyal boyfriend you could ask for. I also see Luke feeling guilty about it even though he hasn't done anything, so every time he gets back to the apartment he's telling you if you live together or phoning you if you don't and basically confessing his 'sins', like 'i'm so sorry, baby, Marky tried to get me to go out with this blonde and she wouldn't stop touching my arm and I told her I wasn't interested and I only love you.' Definitely reaches a point where he breaks and just goes 'STOP! I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND' and all the guys are just like 'why the hell didn't you tell us this sooner?' Totally happy to take requests/ideas/prompts at the moment in my ask box :) Writing Masterlist

"Hey, C'mon, Rusty! What about the blonde at the end of the bar?" Curtis points to a young woman around Luke's age, platinum blonde hair, little black dress, who's eyeing Luke like he might be candy. It doesn't flatter him, if anything it sends a sick feeling to his gut, a roiling discomfort because only you're allowed to look at him like that. You can eye fuck him, no one else. He feels objectified.

"Curtis, I've told you I'm not interested. Not my type." Not his type because his girlfriend is his only type and there's only one of you. It doesn't matter if 100 attractive women all tried to get his number right now, he wouldn't care, wouldn't give it out because you're the one he wants. Literally no one compares to you, he's smitten, whipped, absolutely in love.

"C'mon, seriously! You didn't go out with anyone all last season! Not even a hook up, you're celibate, man! You're young, you should be having fun!" Curtis knocks his shoulder with a grin and Luke just grips his beer tighter, feeling a familiar frustration at the situation. He spent all of last season dealing with the boys trying to goad him into hook ups and flings, throwing women at him like it was their duty to get him laid. He hated every minute of it.

"Yeah, Lukey, you were practically celibate, a monk," Jack chimes in, arm thrown over Luke's shoulder with a grin, the irony of his words not lost on either of them because Luke was definitely not celibate last year. He just wasn't hooking up with random strangers, because he'd started dating you, because you were the only person he wanted to see, to kiss, to sleep with and that still stood firm and true.

"Just go talk to her, maybe you'll get lucky and go home with her tonight! C'mon, what's wrong?" It's Dougie that chimes in this time and Luke wants to die. He wants to die. Or alternative go to your apartment and curl up with you in bed because this is the worst.

"Yeah, are you scared, Lukey?" If Jack wasn't his brother he'd have killed him already, killed him for encouraging all of this bullshit for a year, knowing full well that Luke wasn't single. But, he can't because his mom would be upset if Jack died...he rolls his eyes at him instead, shrugging his arm off of his shoulders.

"You're not secretly a virgin or anything, right, Rusty?"

"Fuck off, Lazar." He snaps, not because it would matter if he was, but because it's stupid that that's the only reason people can comprehend he wouldn't want to sleep around. Maybe it's just not his thing to have hook ups? Maybe he's focusing on his career? Maybe he's already in love and anything else would be cheap and insignificant in comparison?

"Oh, that's hit a nerve, some truth in that?" The guys are all grinning at him like they think they've got it all worked out and it just...it makes him snap, slamming the bottle of beer he'd been cradling to the bar top.

"No, y'know why I don't want to go talk to some random fucking blonde in the bar or hook up with whatever girl you throw my way? Because I've got a fucking girlfriend, okay? I'm not virgin! I'm not celibate! I just don't want to fuck a girl that isn't my girlfriend!" Luke's breathing heavy by the end of it, red it the face because it is so fucking annoying to constantly be bugged about it and he just wants everyone to get off his back. He's happily with you, he doesn't need random hook ups and he certainly doesn't need his team mates trying to get him laid like they have some moral duty to do so.

The way they look at him makes him feel stupid because suddenly they're all calling out variations of, "Dude! Why the fuck didn't you tell us this sooner?!" and he realises that maybe he could have solved this all months earlier by just saying he was seeing someone...like a normal person, maybe? But he'd wanted to keep things private...

He flounders for an explanation, mouth opening and closing, running a hand through his mess curls like that might help his brain to function.

"I just...it was new and...we were keeping it private."

It's Marky that turns to look at Jack, "Did you not know about this?"

"Oh, I knew." Jack is all smug enjoyment, leaning back against the bar and winking at the blonde Curtis had been trying to set Luke up with. Satisfaction rolled off him in cocky waves.

"Why they hell did you let us shove girls at your brother then?" Curtis asks, shocked, nay baffled because Jack had just spent an entire season practically encouraging the behaviour all while knowing full well Luke was dating you.

"It was funny," He shrugs with a grin and mentally Luke is considering whether the price he'd pay is worth putting itching powder in Jack's underwear drawer or maybe if cutting his hair in his sleep would be a better punishment since he can't rip another set of braces off him like Quinn did.

"That's messed up, Jack!" "Yeah, man!"

Luke sighs as the guys all ripped into Jack, downing the last of his beer and grabbing his phone off the bar top.

"Fuck this, I'm going to see Y/N."

"Ohh, you're girlfriend!?" And just like that Luke knows...he knows he's not out of the woods, it's just that the woods have changed from teasing and taunting him about hook ups, to doing so about his girlfriend.

Fuck, he hates being a younger brother.

[svt-rosalie]

. . . ♡ PREGNANCY ! ? 🪷 AU ★ ﾟ๑

ׁ ׅ ୨ ❪ what could of been! ❫ ୧ ⊹ ࣪

© 2024 , svt-rosalie rosalie masterlist!

content warning / incorrect info on pregnancy and birth, rosie is emotionally, descriptions of birth, rosalie has an at home birth, not spelling checked, brief mention of sex (only brought up once), jihoon is the man we all need in our life

author note / i’m so proud of this! i got the sudden urge to write a pregnancy au for rosie and couldn’t stop writing so here you go! im gonna do some other parts to this au like rosie and her baby in going seventeen episodes, insta post, ect! i hope you enjoy, let me know if you want more AU’s like this :)

one of me is cute, but two, though?

give it to me, baby

juno, sabrina carpenter

THE BEGINNING

✿. rosalie finds out she’s pregnant!

A gasp left Rosalie’s mouth as she sat on her couch, a wave of nausea hitting her faster then she’s ever felt causing her to quickly leap from her spot and rush towards her shared bathroom with her boyfriend Woozi. Her stomach did not hold back as it brought everything back up that she had eaten for breakfast just a mere 4 hours ago.

“Are you okay Rose?” Woozi questioned, you could hear the concern in his voice.

Rosie simply sat there after throwing up and flushing the toilet. Her throat was scratchy and her body fatigued but she nodded her head the best she could.

Woozi rubbed her back with one hand and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe her face with the other. “Is everything okay? You’ve been throwing up a lot more recently from what I noticed.” He questioned.

The girl shrugged her shoulders leaning closer into her significant other, craving comfort. She had been so tired recently — her body felt like it had been rung through a ringer over and over. It didn’t help that she seemed to have caught a bug that made her throw up at randoms times.

Woozi started to chuckle making Rosie look up from her position of resting her head on his shoulder to look at him skeptically.

“What’s so funny?” She asked.

Woozi’s laughter softened but didn’t end as he spoke, “Maybe you’re pregnant!” There was a tone of humor in his voice.

Though as Rosie’s eyes widened and her body became stiff — Jihoon’s laughter died down, “You’re pregnant. . . ?” The statement came out more as a question than anything else.

“We should make a doctor’s appointment.” They both agreed, not realizing it would be the beginning of the rest of their lives.

WE’RE PREGNANT

✿. telling everyone their pregnant

It’s been a couple of months since the couple found out they would be having a child. They were young and in love, though they weren’t married they felt ready for this life. Others had different opinions and concerns especially since they just started their relationship but those words were fed in one ear and out the other.

Telling the company was one thing and the members they were expecting a child was one thing, it was honestly the easiest part they would deal with in the beginning. Telling their parents was another.

Rosalie’s parents are extremely protective of her, not in the sense of “you can’t do anything blah blah you live by my rules till the day you die” but just protective of the fact that she is their baby, their first born and they just want to best for her.

They had already told Jihoon’s family a week before when the couple went to visit the family for the weekend. Reactions of surprise and happiness was overwhelming and the nerves melted away from the two.

“We will be there to help you two no matter the time of day, just give us a call.” Jihoon’s mom had said to Rosalie when she made her way around to hug her.

Now it was time. The couple was sat in the Dumont’s kitchen room gathered around the table, dishes were filled with food as an everyone ate their filling. It was silent for the most part, the only thing heard was the smacking of Rosalie’s little sister Valentine’s mouth eating food and the clanging of metal chopsticks hitting the sides of dishes.

“Okay out with it, what’s going on? You two never act like this during dinner.” Rosalie’s father, Hyeonju asked after swallowing his mouth full of rice.

At those words Rosalie’s palms got sweaty. The speech she had practiced so thoughtfully on to break the news to her parents hasd flown out the window and straight into the pond beside their house.

Hyeonju crossed his arms, “Well—” “We’re pregnant!” Rosalie blurted out. There was no sugar coating it, no ‘Appa, I know I’m young’ speech, just straight for the jugular.

Reactions were mixed between her family, Valentine was confused, her mother had a smile on her face, and her dad; well you couldn’t tell the reaction on his face.

The deafening silence was broken by a chair scraping across the floor as Rosie’s mother got up to her hug her eldest daughter.

“Oh my gorgeous girl, I’m so happy for you.” She said cupping her daughter’s face with tears in her eyes. Her mother went into a tangent asking as many questions about the couple’s pregnancy as possible before she was cut off by her husband.

“Lee Jihoon?” Hyeonju asked. He stood up promoting the boy to stand as well and leave his position of watching his girlfriend and her mom alone. “Yes?” Jihoon answered.

Hyeonju sighed, “You better take care of my daughter and future grandchild, anything and I mean anything gets back to me that is even remotely upsetting — you and I will have words.” said boy nodded and expressed his love for the man’s daughter and their future child. “You have my word, I will be the man your daughter asked for and the best father our child could have.”

Hyeonju nodded and smiled broke out on his face “Come here!” he said, laughing and pulling the boy and his youngest daughter into a hug with his eldest and wife.

The tension in the room disappeared as they all hugged and laughed.

“Wait . . . does that mean Unnie had sex?” Valentine questioned innocently.

Rosalie’s face went red as the group laughed at the younger girls question seemingly meaning no harm by what she said.

It was a good family dinner, and soon instead of just 5 — there would be six!

SHE’S HERE!

✿. rosie finally gives birth

The room was bustling with noise and people. It was finally time for the couples little girl to come introduce herself to her family.

It had been a stressful morning with her water breaking and then immediately her contractions were causing her more pain than she ever expected.

At moment she was sat in her pool of luke warm water. Her desire to have a home birth just like her mother did with herself and her little sister overshadowed any other ideas, only wanting to go to the hospital if deemed necessary. Her mid-wife was instructing Rosie that she was at 9 centimeters dilated and soon enough she would be having to start pushing soon.

The girl nodded and continued to breathe in through her nose and out through her mouth as her boyfriend, Jihoon held her hand close to his chest whilst rubbing her tense shoulder.

“You’re doing amazing Rosie.” Jihoon stated softly, he brought up the hand he was holding to give a delicate kiss. Rosie looked up at him as he was kneeled beside her with tears in her eyes. “Really?” She asked, “Because I’m absolutely terrified.” Rosie groaned out as another contraction hit.

The boy nodded as she squeezed his hand as the pain passed through her. If all she needed from him was to hold her hand through this pain then that’s what Jihoon will do, she carried their child for 9 months and was about to birth her, it’s the least he could offer at the moment.

The couple sat in silence as the midwife came over the check the files dilation once more before confirming she was at ten centimeters and was ready to push.

Rosalie’s mother who was their to assist in any way possible kneeled on her daughters other side offering a hand of support.

“Okay Jihye, on your next contraction. Push!” The midwife stated loudly.

And that’s what Rosalie did. It took the girl only 15 minutes to push her child out into the world which caused the medical staff and mid-wife to laugh out stating “We’ve got an eager little girl ready to meet her Omma and Appa.”

Despite being exhausted and out of breath, Rosalie took her baby girl in her arms after she was cleaned off and checked for any signs of health issues. A wave of relief came over the young girl and her partner as they watched their little Young-mi take a breath in and a breath out.

They were alone together for the first time in hours, the medical staff and her mother took their leave after cleaning up the girl, checking for any signs of tearing (thank god there was only a tiny one, she got stitched up in minutes) and getting her dressed and on a bed to be as comfortable as possible.

“We did this.” Rosie stated blissfully. Her voice cracked due to the strain of her yelling out as she pushed a couple of minutes ago.

Jihoon shook his head at her words.

“You did this. You kept her fed and healthy, you made sure she had a safe place for nine months, you brought her into this world. I wouldn’t have her without you, so thank you. Thank you so much.” His words didn’t go unspoken without tears shedding from both parties eyes. Rosie titled her head up to reach the boy sitting next to her and placed a sweet kiss on her lovers lips, cherishing this moment for as long as she could.

“Welcome to the world Lee Young Mi, you’re gonna be so loved.”

T͟I͟M͟ELINE.✶ 🧸

july 2020, baby is conceived august 2020, rosalie and jihoon find out they are pregnant september 2020, company is told about pregnancy november 2020, gender of the baby is confirmed december 2020, fans receive the news of rosie’s pregnancy december 2020, rosalie and jihoon go on pregnancy leave march 2021, baby yvonne dumont/lee young-mi is born

♡: ANNOUNCEMENT POST!

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rosalienews there is no way…….

tigerose I KNOW THEY ARE LYING WTFFFFFF

rosiecheeks woozi works quick don’t he

saythename_17 열일곱 번째 멤버를 맞이하는 것이 기다려집니다

translation, cant wait to welcome the 15th member of seventeen

roseswrld HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK

rosepetals y’all i have nobody i can share this news with, what am i supposed to do

smelltheroses i died, came back to make sure it wasn’t a joke, died again

woozi_universefactory ♡

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[prettyfilmz]

SWEET LIKE CANDY • JEY USO

author’s note: did someone say new mini series ? 👀 well yes! although writing is gonna be quite slow due to school starting backup, I wanted to leave you guys with something cute starring our 2025 royal rumble winner jey uso🤭 forgive me for not giving you smut in this first part but trust me when I say it’ll be worth it in the long run. I hope you enjoy this my loves, and happy reading💗 (p.s. I made a playlist to go along with it, you can shuffle it up too🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ you can find it here)

synopsis: in which a celebration at the strip club leads to the beginning of a love affair between a wrestler and a dancer.

pairing: jey uso x black fem oc!cherise aka candy

tags: 18+ (there’s no smut but still has suggestive themes), slow burn, drinking, lap dances, lewd conversations, teasing, lots of touching, kissing, pet names (baby, mama, pretty girl. baby girl), flirty banter, jey falls for her at first glance.

word count: 2k words (somethin’ short n sweet😌)

The bass reverbs through the strip club, rattling the walls like a second heartbeat. The air was thick with marijuana smoke, spilled drinks, and anticipation. It was the kind of place that dared you to loosen up, a melting pot of the desperate, the indulgent, and those just looking to forget about the realities of their day to day lives.

Jey, sitting on the edge of a low velvet couch, nursed a glass of hennessy, his dark brown eyes surveying the scene with feigned disinterest. Jimmy, on the other hand, leaned back beside him, grinning like the damn Cheshire cat, a few shots in and already loving every second of the night.

“This the spot, Uce,” Jimmy drawled, gesturing at the stage. “Told you. Ain’t no better way to celebrate your Rumble win than seeing a few bad ones tearing it up on the stage.”

Jey wasn’t convinced. He leaned forward, elbows on his jean covered knees, his silver chain glinting in the low light. “Man, you know this ain’t my scene. I only came ‘cause y’all don’t shut up. Coulda stayed home, kicked my feet up, and played my game.”

Jimmy clicked his tongue. “Nah, Uce. This is a night of celebration. Tonight’s the night we get you to let loose.” He raised his glass in a mock toast.

Across the room, Trinity —or her stage name called her—Naomi. The long-legged, dark skinned goddess with waist-length black & neon green braids and thighs to die for worked her magic. She straddled some middle-aged white guy in a button-down, grinding with a confidence that made her the club’s crown jewel. She caught Jimmy’s eye and gave a sly smile with a wink for good measure.

“Yo, there she go!” Jimmy grinned, practically bouncing in his seat. “My girl, Trin. You see that, Jey? That’s art. Respect the glow.”

Jey rolled his eyes but couldn’t help smirking. “Bruh, you actin’ like she your girl for real.”

“She is though,” Jimmy shot back, the grin never leaving his face. And it wasn’t a joke. He wasn’t even subtle about it. Whenever Jimmy showed up, Trinity made a beeline for him, and they always disappeared into the VIP section.

Jey chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “You wild.”

But his attention shifted when the next dancer strolled onto the stage.

“Alright fellas, hold onto your Benjamin’s ‘cause it’s about to get sweet up in here! Coming to the stage, she’s sugar, spice and everything nice, with curves so delicious you’ll forget your own name. Be careful though, she might leave you with some cavities by the end of the night. Give it up for the lovely Candy!”

The second she stepped out, the crowd of men leaned forward, like hungry sharks. She wasn’t like the others though. She was new, fresh-faced, and a bundle of nerves. But that didn’t matter right this second. She played the part, masking her shyness behind a seductive smile that could melt anyone with a pulse.

Candy was beyond gorgeous. Her smooth, brown skin shimmered under the stage lights, and the crimson two-piece she wore clung to every dip and swell of her body. Her hips swayed to the R&B song, deliberate, teasing.

“Goddamn,” Jimmy whistled low. “New girl got somethin’ fierce, huh?”

Jey was speechless, he couldn’t look away. Her curly hair was pulled into a updo, soft coils framing her soft, heart-shaped face. Full lips painted glossy pink parted into a playful pout as she ran her hands down her figure, playing to the crowd. But her eyes. Those big, dark, and doe-like eyes held a hint of innocence she couldn’t quite shake.

“Yeah, somethin’ for sure,” Jey muttered under his breath, heat pooling low in his groin.

Candy noticed him immediately. She was used to clients ogling her—most of them practically drooled or disgustingly grabbed their crotch in front of her—but he was different. He had this calm, magnetic energy, like he was letting her come to him. It made her stomach flip, even as she forced her most sultry grin.

When her set ended, and the applause faded, Candy slipped off the stage. But not before glancing over her shoulder and locking eyes with Jey.

♡

"You heard who's out there tonight, right?" Trinity grinned, her deep brown eyes glinting with mischief as she adjusted the thin straps of her bra. "You about to be real blessed, baby girl."

Cherise arched a perfectly sculpted brow, feigning disinterest. "Oh yeah? Who?"

Trinity sucked her teeth, nudging her shoulder. "Don’t act cute, Cher. The man of the damn hour is in VIP. Your VIP, might I add."

Cherise played coy, but her stomach did a little flip. She’d already heard that Jey Uso was here tonight. And apparently, he was her very first private dance.

Her pulse raced.

"He cute or whateva,” she said, glossing over the fact that she was a fan. She’d watched him claw his way to being a singles star. And now he was here, in her club, about to have her in his lap.

Trinity laughed, low and knowing. "Oh, he real cute, baby. And he got that mouth on him. Knows how to talk to a woman, make her feel good." She winked, nudging her shoulder with her own.

Cherise rolled her eyes but smiled. "You sound like you speaking from experience."

"Nah, Jimmy got my full attention," Trinity purred, licking her lips. "Speaking of which, you know that man is gonna be deep in this pussy before the night over. So if you hear me any noise, mind your business."

Cherise giggled, shaking her head. "Y’all so damn nasty."

Trinity flipped her braids over her shoulder. "Mmhmm, and you 'bout to be nasty too. Just don’t let Jey have you falling, mama. These wrestlers? They dangerous."

Cherise smirked. "I can handle myself."

Trinity just laughed, giving her ass a playful slap before strutting off toward VIP.

Cherise exhaled slowly, fixing the sheer, sparkly robe draped over her curvy figure.

Showtime.

♡

The VIP room was warm, lit with soft purple lights that shined against the dark leather couch and mirrored walls. Private, sensual. The kind of space that invited sin.

Jey sat in the middle of it, legs spread, shades still covering his eyes, hands resting on his thick thighs.

He looked too good, too comfortable, like he belonged there with his chains glinting under the dim lighting. And he was waiting for her.

Cherise stepped inside, hips swaying slow, the confidence she wore so well settling around her like perfume. She was used to this, knew the game, knew how to keep them entertained just enough to keep ‘em hungry. But this was Jey.

And she already knew—he was different.

Jey’s gaze dragged up her body, slow like drizzling honey, lingering on her thick thighs, the way her curves filled out the soft red lace she had on. He smirked, licking his lips. "Damn, mama… that’s what they lettin’ you walk around in back here?"

Cherise stopped in front of him, rolling her hips to the bass-heavy R&B music vibrating through the walls. "You like it, baby?”

"Shit…" Jey let his head tilt back against the couch, eyes dark, hooded. "I love it."

Cherise bit back a grin. "Flatterin’ me ain’t gon’ get you nothin’ extra, baby."

"Who said I was tryna get somethin’ extra?" He grinned. "I’m just speakin’ my truth.”

She let her hands trail over chest, feeling the solid warmth of him and the occasional thump of his heartbeat. "Mmm…I bet you be runnin’ game on every girl in here.”

"Nah." Jey licked his lips. "I’on even be in places like this, baby. My brother dragged me."

"Mmhm." She slid onto his lap, her thighs bracketing his, their faces inches apart. "So if I ask the bouncers how many girls you pulled back here, they gon’ say none?"

Jey exhaled a laugh, fingers flexing on her hips. "They gon’ tell you I been sittin’ in that VIP all night, mindin’ my business."

Cherise hummed, her fingers playing at the chain around his neck. "So what makes me special then?"

Jey tilted his head, watching her close. "You tell me, baby girl." His voice was deep, lazy, smooth as melted honey. "I ain’t the one who picked this dance. You did."

She smirked. "That’s cute."

"Ain’t it?" His grip on her hips tightened, dragging her a little closer. "Nah, for real, I can tell. You move different. You one of them girls that don’t let just anybody dude here, huh?"

"Mm-mm." Cherise dragged her nails lightly over soft curls on the back of his neck. "I’m picky."

"Yeah?" His fingers slid up her back, teasing at the base of her spine. "How I make the cut then?"

"I dunno…” She let her lips brush his jaw, just barely. "Maybe I got a thing for wrestlers."

Jey chuckled, low and deep, squeezing her waist. "You watch me, huh?"

"I keep up."

"Ain’t that somethin’." He leaned in, pressing his nose against her cheek. "And here I was thinkin’ I had to make you a fan."

"Mmm, you still might have to work for it." She pressed a soft kiss to his jaw, slow and teasing, right before she rolled her hips against his.

Jey sucked in a breath, his grip turning just a little rougher. “Aye, don’t play wit’ me, pretty girl.”

"Who’s playin’?" She dragged her lips down his throat, slow and deliberate, her hands traveling up his body, feeling the soft tonedness of his stomach. "You like that, Joshua?"

Jey froze.

His hands tensed on her ass, and she felt the shift, the way his whole body reacted to the way his real name left her lips.

"Damn…" He exhaled a quiet laugh, pressing his forehead to hers. "That’s how we doin’ it, huh?”

"Mmm…" She kissed the corner of his mouth. "That’s how I’m doin’ it."

"You somethin’ else, Candy…” His lips grazed hers, barely there, his breath warm against her mouth. "You gon’ drive me crazy, ain’t you?"

"Guess you’ll have to wait and see."

Jey groaned, squeezing her thigh. "You know what’s wild?"

“Enlighten me.”

"You sittin’ on me, talkin’ shit, got me damn near ready to risk everything in this bitch… and you still ain’t tell me your name."

Cherise laughed, slow and sweet, sliding a hand up his throat to his jaw. “You ain’t ask right."

"Oh, so I gotta ask nice?" His lips ghosted over hers again, teasing, taunting, barely touching but still driving her crazy. "That what you want, baby girl?"

"Mmm… maybe…" She let her tongue flick out, just barely tasting his lower lip.

Jey growled, deep in his throat, and finally…finally closed the space, his mouth capturing hers in a kiss that was slow, deep, and damn near dangerous.

Cherise melted into it, letting herself enjoy the way he tasted—Hennessy, something minty, something just Jey. His grip on her waist turned possessive, fingers digging in the flesh of her ass, rolling her just right against him.

His tongue slid against hers, slow and deliberate, like he was trying to memorize her taste.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Time’s up!"

They both froze.

Jey groaned, pulling back, licking his lips like he was pissed about the interruption. "Damn…"

Cherise smirked, slipping off his lap, dragging her fingers down his chest as she stood. "Guess you’ll have to come back if you wanna finish."

Jey leaned back, legs still spread, watching her. "You somethin’ else, girl."

She paused at the door, hesitated then turned back, biting her lip. "Cherise."

"Huh?"

"That’s my name."

Jey exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he watched her walk to the door. She gave him one last look with a small smile perched on her kiss-swollen lips, “Get home safe, Joshua.” and finally exited the room.

"Cherise…" he repeated under his breath, the taste of her cherry flavored lip gloss still plaguing his taste buds in the most amazing way. "Yeah, I’ma see you again, baby girl.”

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okkkayy, what if jake got his gf pregnant before marriage what would his mom’s reaction be + other big deal members 😶😶?? (love your fics btww!!!)

ACCIDENTAL PREGNANCY 😧 ╏ jake kim

a/n: unserious. and thanks anon!

you always use protection. plus, the pill is 99% effective at preventing this. and yet...

"...i'm pregnant"

★ jake stands there with a stupid look on his face because he's stupid.

★ to be honest, he doesn't want to bring a child into the world when he's leading big deal. jake wants to retire before even thinking about it. he loves you, but this isn't something he planned for.

★ has a serious discussion about the risks, making sure you understand the weight of the situation. still, he knows it's your choice in the end. once it's clear you want to keep the baby, jake respects your decision. he's the type to step up no matter what.

★ watches parenting videos at night while rubbing his temples.

★ tells minseon first 😬 this is the part that scares him the most.

★ his mom: pissed as hell 🤣

★ the second jake tells her, she puts out her cigarette with tight lips. he's already sweating.

"jake kim" "...yes, mother?" "are you telling me you got a girl pregnant before putting a ring on her finger?" "t-the thing is..." "like father, like son"

★ she’d ask all the hard questions: how are you going to raise a baby in this life? do you think this is fair to the child? are you ready for this kind of responsibility?

★ anddd i have a feeling that if you're from a 'normal' family, she'd have more reservations. not that minseon is classist, but y'know...

★ jake explains that you always did it safely, so the pregnancy wasn't from recklessness. he's aware of the risks, but it's your decision to keep the baby. he wants to step up and support you.

★ ...that does get her eyes to soften.

"well...in any case, i know you'll do a better job than your own father"

★ i think in canon right now, jake and his mother have a strained relationship. as far as we know, he only visits minseon when he needs something! 😅 + she resents that he supposedly hates his father...yet became a gangster like him and left her on her own...just like gapryong.

★ but minseon also knows that jake didn't inherit his womanizing side. she knows that he'll be a great father, even if he doesn't think so.

★ she may be tough, but deep down, she’s happy about a grandchild...even subtly offers to mind the baby if jake is too busy and you need a break.

★ she ends up cooking for you. the baby needs to be healthy.

now...he needs to tell big deal...

★ sinu would be so happy for jake. he cares about him like a younger brother, so once the initial shock settles, he’d smile and congratulate him properly.

but then it would hit him.

jake, who never seemed to care about relationships in the first place, is having a kid before him.

"god...yeonhui is gonna have a field day with this. you better start saving man. kids are expensive"

★ would yeonhui scare him as a joke? absolutely.

"sinu, what if i accidentally got pregnant? would you step up like jake?" "h-hold on..."

★ you already know jerry would do the absolute most 😭

★ immediately places a loyalty hand on jake's shoulder.

"boss…you’re going to be a father?" his voice is trembling, like jake just told him he's DYING. "i will lay down my life for this child. it is my duty as number 2" "jerry...i didn't even ask you to- are you crying?"

★ jerry starts researching baby vitamins + recommending parenting books. already thinking about making the child wear a tiny big deal jacket.

★ jason and brad feel like the same characters to me. i'm sorry. i guess jason is portrayed as more blunt and serious?

"jake...don't take this the wrong way, but i don't think you know anything about babies" "you don't think i know that, jason?"

★ the girls knit a baby blanket together :') and make one of those "we're so excited to meet you" videos.

★ jake would not half ass being a dad. he’d try his hardest to balance big deal and fatherhood, even though it won’t be easy. but the baby will be loved. from the parents, the girls and big deal.

bonus!

lineman leans back in his chair, surveying the small pile of cash on the table. "alright, i’m locking in my bet — it’s a boy"

lua scoffs. "nah, you’re wrong. it’s definitely a girl. and she’s gonna have him wrapped around her finger before she can talk"

lineman shakes his head. "a girl? we’d have to protect her from all the freaks in this city. a boy would be easier"

"a boy would be just as much trouble!" she rolls her eyes. "but imagine boss jake with a daughter. he’d be like, the ultimate girl dad"

"tch, we’ll see about that. alright, bets are at 50/50. let's see if anyone else wants to-"

"...guys" an all too familiar voice booms behind them.

lineman and lua turn to look at jerry like children caught with the cookie jar.

"you’re betting on boss jake’s child? his future offspring?" he shakes his head in disappointment. "this is incredibly inappropriate"

lineman and lua exchange a guilty glance.

lua has the courage to speak. "i mean…yeah, but—"

"shame on you two" jerry crosses his arms. "both of them deserve respect, not this gambling on their unborn child’s gender"

lineman suddenly has an idea. "so jerry...you must think it's a girl, right?"

jerry nods. "obviously. can't you see it? imagine her holding jake's pinkie with her tiny little hands"

lua smirks, catching lineman's drift as he discreetly slides a notepad to her. "so hypothetically...you'd place a bet on girl?"

he closes his eyes, lost in thought. "exactly. she’d teach him patience, unconditional love—"

lua nods, cutting him off as she jots notes down. "mhm. yeah. and how much are you putting down?"

jerry strokes his chin. "i'd say...30,000 won, easy-"

he blinks. "wait..."

jerry's jaw drops, the betrayal evident on his face. "you tricked me"

lineman grins, holding his hands up. "of course not. you just wanna see boss jake become a girl dad. that’s passion"

jerry opens his mouth to argue — then closes it. he shamefully places cash on the table.

"this stays between us" he whispers, glancing from side to side.

lua nods in satisfaction. "of course"

jason walks by, looking at the money on the table. "you guys are still on this? fine, put me down for a boy. 75,000 won"

˚⊱🪷⊰˚

jake blinks in disbelief when the truth gets exposed. "...you guys are betting? on my child?"

lineman, lua, and jason whistle, staring at the wall in fascination.

jake looks at jerry, expecting some shame.

jerry looks down, fiddling with his fingers. "...i was tricked"

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[valentinebugzee]

Sonic Boom! Agent Stone AU (pt.1)

(This is kind of an outline thing for the fic I plan on writing in the future btw!!)

•On one random Tuesday, a coffee shop named "The Mean Bean" appeared in the middle of town, with no construction and no posters for the place, as if it fell from the sky.

•It probably did since it's sonic boom and all.

•Sonic and friends had different opinions on the place, but all of them went in anyway.

•Sonic thought he wasn't really a coffee guy but it wouldn't hurt to try something new.

•Amy admired how beautiful and modern the place looked, unlike the rest of the establishments in their formerly unnamed village.

•Tails questioned how they had managed to construct a cafe that quickly without anyone noticing.

•Knuckles wondered why this bean shop smelled like coffee.

•Sticks, however...had her theories.

•Upon laying her eyes on the establishment, she started coming up with 50 theories per second; her friends dismissed her to get the plot going.

•Sticks's suspicions didn't subside one bit once entered the shop and made eye contact with a grinning barista with the name tag "Stone"

•What really got Sticks paranoid is how nice and friendly the barista was, and how he was the only person working there.

•Stone served them and said their orders were "on the house"

•Sticks refused to order anything, claiming it was a trap and the food had microchips in it to read the villager's thoughts and know the village's most crucial secrets.

•Right in the middle of Stick's yap session, Eggman initiated a very well-timed attack.

•Cut to Shoujo vision-eyed Stone laying his eyes for the very first time on the village's one and only villain (or the only one that matters)

•He quickly snapped out of it, adjusted his clothes, and cleared his throat, then walked out of his coffee shop to greet the villain.

•He had politely asked Eggman to take the fight somewhere further away from his coffee shop and Eggman surprisingly obliged (not without blowing up in Stone's face ofc) (Stone didn't look like he minded) (He actually looked even more love-struck) (weirdo)

•The fight ended, and the gang went back to the coffee shop, where Stone inquired about the evil doctor who almost blew up his shop.

•That was Stick's last straw; she started screaming about how Stone was a government agent who would doom the entire village if they didn't stop him.

•She ran out screaming when her friends still didn't believe her.

•Girl, get better friends.

•She figured that if she was going to foil the evil government agent's plans she needed someone else helping her, another pair of eyes to look out for the village if the government agent decided that she was an obstacle in his way and kidnaps her to a work in a secret underground trees-that-are- actually-spy-cameras-factory.

•And that's when she found Shadow in a cave that he definitely doesn't live in.

•He reluctantly agreed to help her because he was also suspicious about that guy, not that he cared about the village but he didn't like being oblivious about evil happening on his turf.

•He didn't believe stick's microchipped food theory, but Stone being a government agent didn't seem too far off for him...

•They both had their separate attempts at getting answers out of Stone.

•First was Sticks, she set up a trap.

•ofc Stone fell for it because how else would the story progress.

•She interrogated him as he was upside down hanging from a tree outside her home.

•He denied all claims and feigned innocence, claiming he was just a barista that came from far far away to simply serve people happiness in the form of coffee.

•She opted for more efficient interrogation techniques, she turned around and entered her home to..grab a feather and tickle him idfk

•Once she returned outside she saw the net was burnt to crisp and the human was nowhere to be found.

•Now she's sure she's not paranoid.

•She reported her findings to Shadow.

•Now it was Shadow's turn, seeing how Stone definitely had some special equipment/weapons on him the idea of there being microchips in the food didn't seem too uncanny.

•Shadow showed up to The Mean Bean, Sticks intently staring at him from behind the glass doors (creeping everyone in the shop out)

•Shadow thought he shouldn't interrogate him as that would end up as fruitful as Stick's efforts.

•Instead he chose to just behave as a normal customer, he was the ultimate life form after all, if there was something odd about the food then he'd know (I'm pulling this shit outta my ass okay)

•Just like the badger had described him "Very sweet with an evil aura", and something about trees.

•Stone felt somewhat nervous/awkward towards the hedgehog, so far all his customers were either stupid or friendly excluding the badger that kidnapped him because she wasn't a customer at all)

•The Hedgehog chose a cat muffin, glaring at stone the entire time.

•That was the best goddamn muffin he has ever had in his life.

•He slammed the money on the counter and returned back to a very distraught badger.

•"ARE YOU OKAY?! ARE THE RADIATIONS GETTING TO YOUR BRAIN?! ARE YOU BRAINWASHED?! DO YOU REMEMBER YOUR TRAGIC BACKSTORY?! DID THE MUFFIN DO SOMETHING TO YOU?!"

"Raspberry jam..."

"huh?"

[gloomybadger4life]

Azula is the one who speaks out of turn at the meeting.

She fights Ozai, albeit hesitantly.

She loses badly with large burns on her. Ozai is conflicted. On the one hand, she fought valiantly and honorably. On the other... He sees the writing on the wall, the way that she no longer seeks his attention. Even Zuko who has been eager for approval is more formal and composed now.

By the time Azula recovers he can see it in her eyes, she will seek retribution.

He has no choice. Ozai sends her to the front lines with all the cannon fodder.

He focuses his efforts on Zuko, making him work harder than ever, punishing his emotional nature. And realizing the kid is at least good with the swords and the sneaking around. That might come in handy.

Azula is deployed with a small naval vessel. She is introduced to Lt. Jee who wonders who sent an 11 year old to fight, even one that is a prodigious firebender.

Azula explains and Jee is half terrified of how calm she is about it.

Their mission is simple, raid earth kingdom and colonial ports to root out pockets of resistance.

Lo and Li stay with Zuko, pushing him to the absolute limit. He breaks. His resolve breaks. He is a weapon of the empire. He will bring glory to the fire nation.

Azula's first raid is successful if a little strange. The people defending the ports and towns are only slightly older than herself. One particularly pesky archer makes her reconsider her approach to tactics. She requests Jee teach her ranged weapons while she pours over firebending scrolls.

After a series of nasty burns and scars she masters lightning at the age of 12. Li-jan, the ship's medic cannot stop the princess from training, be it bow and arrow, daggers, or firebending. Her schedule is relentless.

The crew is puzzled at this. One night, while sailing to conduct a raid on a more southern earth kingdom port there is a storm.

She knows the schedule for the raids doesn't really matter. And a happy crew is a loyal one. They rest and Jee insists on music night.

Azula hears a song that she associated with her mother. Her mother who, despite seeming to love Zuko more, didn't really betray her. She knows Ursa had to run. That night she realizes two things.

Ozai does not deserve to rule.

Zuko is probably being poisoned by his influence.

Jee finds Azula crying silently and sits beside her.

He does not pry. He discreetly hands her a handkerchief.

Jee: I know that song is sad. It brings memories for me.

Azula: If i ordered the crew to disregard the raid schedule?

Jee: we would follow.

Azula: if I told you that I would send false reports and I no longer wish to raid towns.

Jee: what brought the change of heart.

Azula: i want to find mother.

Jee is stunned. This is the first he has heard about this.

Jee: why

Azula: because it's the only way to save my brother.

Azula explains how she came to command the vessel. How she fought but was sidelined with the likely goal of her meeting an untimely end. How soldiers on all sides seem so so young.

Jee listens. Some of the words could be seen as treason. But isn't the bigger betrayal a father burning his own child. For speaking out of turn at a meeting where lives are considered worse than worthless?

Jee agrees to stop the raids. The crew is puzzled but relieved. Any break from combat is welcome.

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in an au where zuko and azula swap narrative places i think the series is three episodes long because azula just Fucking Kills Ozai and damn the consequences

[mossangelll]

Hiya!! How are you? And could you please write silco headcanons with a sick reader :3 also happy new year!!!

silco x sick reader hc

thank you for the new years wishes, i hope 2025 is going great for you!!

you needed to go shopping and silco told you to wear a jacket, it was cold and rainy after a all

you rolled your eyes and decided against it since you would only be out for a bit

now you’re tucked up in the bed you share with silco, the stern man frowning down at your shivering body

“y/n i specifically told you to wear a jacket, did i not?” he pinches the bridge of his nose as he stands over you, and you open your mouth to retort but a cough racks your weak body instead

his eyes manage to sharpen even more so than they did before before

you start to sniffle and he lets out a defeated sigh as he continues to take in your rather pathetic demeanour

silco gets one of his lackeys to make you a chicken broth, something easy to keep down but warming enough to combat your shivers and shakes

he’s constantly coming by from his office to check your temperature and place a new cool flannel on your forehead

he tries to act annoyed by this “inconvenience” but you both know that he’s worried sick about you no matter how hard you try to convince him that you’ll be right as rain in no time

he rubs salves on your chest and back to ease any congestion, maybe taking sliiiiightly longer than he needs to

if you complain of any aches or pains he’s right on it, softly massaging away any discomfort with such expertise you would think it was his job

silco buys you a warm, and expensive, coat that goes down to your ankles and makes sure to guilt trip you into wearing it next time you go outside

he sings

quietly, just as you’re drifting off to sleep, he sings hushed lullabies and old songs since he’s convinced you sleep better when he does

and that’s all he wants - for you to get better

definitely has singed come by with medicine specially made for you - silco doesn’t let anyone else but him administer it though

when he feeds you spoonfuls of medicine, he always strokes your damp baby hairs with such sincerity and gentleness it makes you tear up

of course he gets startled by this and panics that he hurt you somehow and immediately tries to fix what he did

you drag him in for a hug before he works his way into a pit of anxiety and kiss him for as long as you can before pulling away to cough yet again

silco blushes like CRAZY and you finally feel like you have the upper hand

that’s until silco is also sniffling in bed with you by the end of night, complaining that he “caught your disgusting germs” despite the sweet crinkle of his eyes as you both weakly chatter away

now it’s sevika’s turn to (begrudgingly) look after you guys but she can’t even be mad when she sees how cute you two are tightly tucked up in bed snoring away well into the afternoon <3

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[helvegen-s]

point of no return | one

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Pairing: Charles Leclerc x driver!OC

Summary: Love and rivalry collide on the Formula 1 circuit as Ferrari's star drivers, Astrid and Charles, push the limits of their relationship alongside the boundaries of speed. Can their love survive the pressure, or will their ambition become their downfall?

WC: 3.7k

Warnings: relationship issues, insecurities, emotional tension

A/N: sooooooo this is the new fic i've been writing. it won't be long, I've already written all of it, and it's ended with 4 parts and an epilogue, so I'll be posting maybe one part every two days or something like that. hope you enjoy it, if you want to be added to the taglist just let me know 💚

In a sport where speed is the law and competition is relentless, Astrid Whitmore and Charles Leclerc had proven that love didn’t just stay out of their way—it made them stronger. From the moment they met, the connection was instant, and as their relationship deepened, they discovered that the perfect balance between their passion for racing and the love they shared only pushed them to be better, both on and off the track.

Despite the media pressure and constant rumors, they had managed to build a refuge in their relationship, a bubble where they could truly be themselves. They learned to keep their personal lives out of the spotlight while still sharing authentic moments with their followers, never losing the essence that made them unique. In the paddock, their love story was well-known, but it was rarely affected by the curious eyes that were always upon them.

When Astrid first entered Formula 1, many saw her as a rookie, a new face among the giants of the grid. But over time, her skill and determination lifted her, earning her a place among the best. She became the first woman to podium with Ferrari, and with every race, she earned the respect of all. Meanwhile, Charles maintained his spot among the top drivers, with his unmistakable charisma and talent, always fighting for a spot at the top.

Together, they had learned to deal with the expectations of others—the media's gaze, the demands of the press, and the constant pressure to maintain excellence. But the most important thing was what they built between them: a love that transcended the rivalry on the track.

That day, The frantic noise of the paddock in Montecarlo faded when Astrid and Charles found each other. In the space between them, love was their refuge. Astrid, with her helmet under her arm, watched Charles as he adjusted his gloves, his gaze focused but filled with a peace that only she could make him feel. In that moment, nothing else mattered. There were no races, no cameras, just the two of them.

He looked up and saw her. That simple glance, full of silent complicity, made him feel whole. Astrid returned the smile, that calm smile she had learned to recognize as the promise to always be there, no matter what.

“Ready for the race, champ?” Charles asked softly, but with an intensity only he could convey.

“Always ready,” Astrid replied, her gaze fixed on him, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. Our promise: I will always be with you.

Astrid had arrived in the paddock as an unknown, but her talent had catapulted her, and now she was one of the most respected. Despite the attention that always surrounded her, Charles had been her pillar, her refuge amidst the storm. He had witnessed her evolution—from the young woman fighting for a place among the greats to becoming a key figure on the grid. And she had watched him, the boy who dreamed of being the best and had made that dream a reality.

“The best part of this race is seeing you on the grid,” he said, stepping closer and gently touching her cheek, his eyes shining with pride.

Astrid smiled, a spark of happiness lighting up her face. “It’s more fun when we’re together. When I’m not just racing against the clock, but against you.”

Charles looked at her with a playful smile. “I’m not an easy rival.”

“I know,” Astrid replied, confident and affectionate. “That’s why I like it. You’re the best.”

They both laughed, sharing a private moment amidst the surrounding noise. While the journalists and cameras focused on them, everything else faded away. The noise of the paddock disappeared when their eyes met, and in those brief moments, it was just the two of them.

“After the race, I want to celebrate with you. No rush, no cameras, just us,” Charles said, his look deeper, more serious.

Astrid nodded, her heart racing with excitement for the race and the desire to share that moment with him. “That’s all I want. No matter the result, being with you is the only thing that matters.”

In that instant, the world seemed to stop. Formula 1, the pressure, the competition… all faded into the air, and only the two of them remained, certain of what they felt. Their love was their anchor, what kept them grounded in the midst of the chaos.

As the cars lined up on the grid, Astrid looked at Charles one last time, her eyes filled with that unbreakable love that had accompanied them through every lap. “May the best one win.”

“I will,” he replied, his confidence reflected in a genuine smile. “But you’re the best too.”

With one last knowing glance, they both immersed themselves in the roar of the engines, knowing that whatever happened on the track, their love would remain a constant in their lives.

And as the world spun around them, they stayed anchored in what mattered most: their connection, their love, their team. That was all they needed.

The Monaco race had always been special for Charles, a place where his roots felt deeper, where every lap carried him through his city with a mix of excitement and nostalgia. It was his home, the Grand Prix he had dreamed of winning since he was a child. But that day, as he crossed the finish line in a solid third place, the satisfaction of the podium he had fought for quickly faded when he saw Astrid celebrating, radiant, raising the trophy of her first victory in the Principality.

The roar of the crowd seemed amplified, but he couldn’t shake the pressure in his chest, a weight he hadn’t anticipated. Astrid had won in Monaco. Her victory not only placed her at the top, but also solidified her even further as a force to be reckoned with in Formula 1. And, although he knew he should be happy for her, a part of his heart couldn’t help but feel eclipsed. That race, that podium… it should have been his.

Astrid approached him, her smile lighting up the podium as she gave him an embrace full of joy. "We did it! You did it, Charles! We deserved this!"

Despite the joy in her voice, something had broken inside him. With his arm around her, celebrating with the crowd, he tried to keep his composure, but a wave of complicated emotions overtook him. He forced a smile, cheered her on, clapped for her achievement, but deep down, he couldn’t help but feel inferior. The place where he had dreamed of shining, where he had hoped to see his name at the top, had been occupied by Astrid. His girlfriend. The woman he loved, but now felt so distant, not only because of the physical space between them on the podium but by the emotional distance that began to grow in his heart.

Astrid, in her place of honor, still holding the trophy, couldn’t help but feel grateful, but something in the atmosphere had shifted. Instead of being completely radiant, her gaze occasionally moved towards Charles, searching for some sign that everything was okay. Her smile was genuine, but there was a hint of concern, as if she knew something wasn’t quite right.

Charles, for his part, tried to show enthusiasm, but he couldn’t ignore the discomfort he felt standing beside her on that podium. His third place, which would normally have been a point of pride, didn’t seem enough. Seeing Astrid with the first-place trophy, shining at the center of the podium, had triggered a shadow in his chest, one he tried to hide under a layer of applause and spilled champagne. The journalists kept capturing every detail, but both of them knew they had to conceal that moment, that fragile line between shared victory and wounded competitiveness.

Later, while waiting for their turn with their public representatives to make statements to the media after the race, Charles leaned slightly toward Astrid, trying to make their conversation blend into the noise.

"You were incredible, but..." he murmured, barely audible above the commotion. His eyes briefly shifted toward the crowd and then back to hers, as if searching for a way to express his feelings without the world hearing. "I didn’t think it would hurt this much… you winning here."

Astrid, surprised, made a nearly imperceptible gesture, a soft sigh escaping her lips. She knew something wasn’t right, but she found it hard to believe that Charles felt this way. She quickly looked toward the photographers and the hundreds of cameras present in that place, as if trying to make sure they weren’t being watched, and then leaned toward him, her voice soft but firm.

"I’m sorry, Charles," she said, but not for her victory. She knew it wasn’t something she could control. And no matter how much she wanted, she would never apologize for doing what she had come to do: win. "You know what winning means to me, but also what this particular race means to you. Don’t hold on to this. The season is long, and you’re an amazing driver, darling."

Charles looked at her, his eyes reflecting a mix of love and frustration. He wanted to feel happy for her, he wanted to be completely thrilled by her success, but a lump in his throat made it hard to breathe normally. In that moment, the noise of the paddock seemed to fade away, and all that remained was the stillness of their private conversation, hidden behind smiles for the public.

"It’s just... hard. Everyone expected this from me, not from you," he whispered, his voice choked. "And yet, here you are. And I..."

Astrid pressed her hand over his, gripping it tightly, not out of sympathy, but from a genuine desire to make him understand that she didn’t see him as competition. "We have each other. That’s what matters. I won’t let this change us, I promise. Let’s enjoy this, Charles."

They looked at each other in silence, and even though they knew they had to return to their smiles and gestures for the public, something had been marked in that shared moment. Astrid had achieved what many thought impossible (a woman winning in Formula 1), but she wanted to convince herself that none of that mattered if her relationship with Charles started to crack. As the cameras continued to focus, both forced a smile while trying to hide a feeling they didn’t want to allow to surface.

As the day wore on and the crowds slowly began to disperse, the flickering lights of the media cameras remained ever-present. Charles and Astrid stood off to the side, trying to carve out a moment of solitude amidst the buzz of reporters and photographers.

Astrid noticed the slight tension in his posture—the way his shoulders were squared but rigid, as though he was trying to hold everything together. Her own movements had become softer, more measured, a learned response to the pressure that weighed down on both of them. She caught a glimpse of his hand subtly flexing, fingers twitching slightly as though he was trying to release some of the energy built up from the race.

"Charles, you okay?" she asked, her voice pitched low, almost as if she didn’t want anyone else to hear the concern threading through her words.

He glanced at her, offering a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Yeah," he said, but his voice had a slight edge to it, a tone that didn’t match the calmness of his words. He shifted his weight slightly, adjusting the way he held himself, as if his body couldn’t quite align with the calm he was trying to project.

Astrid raised an eyebrow, the smallest flash of worry crossing her face, but she knew better than to push him in front of the cameras. Instead, she leaned in just enough to brush her shoulder against his. A small gesture, but enough to remind him they were in this together. Her eyes lingered on his for a beat longer than necessary, searching for any sign of what he was really feeling.

At that moment, a journalist approached them, his camera snapping quickly, and his voice cutting through the silence. “Charles, Astrid, how does it feel to be in the same race, both fighting for a top spot on the podium? Are there any tensions brewing between you two?”

The question was innocuous, but the way it was phrased carried an undercurrent of something more—an invitation to explore what they hadn’t said aloud. The journalist’s eyes flicked between them, watching for the smallest hint of discomfort or conflict. Astrid could sense the weight of the question settling between them, and she immediately caught the shift in Charles’s expression—his jaw tightening just slightly, his lips pressing together as if he were fighting to keep his composure.

Before he could respond, Astrid stepped in, her tone light but firm, a subtle but deliberate shield for both of them. “We’re teammates,” she said with a smile that didn’t quite mask the tension. “We push each other to be better, and that’s what makes us strong, both as drivers and as a team.”

The journalist didn’t seem convinced, sensing the cracks in her words. “But surely, with your first win in Monaco, there’s a different dynamic now, especially considering Charles’s long history with the race. How does that change things?”

Charles’s lips parted slightly, and for a moment, Astrid could feel the tension building in him, like a storm threatening to break. But instead of allowing it to show, he looked down, then back up at the reporter, and gave a tight smile. “It’s racing. Anything can happen. We’re both here to win, and that’s what matters.”

His words were polite, but there was a slight, almost imperceptible falter in his voice—something the journalist immediately picked up on, his eyes narrowing as he scribbled a note. Astrid could tell he had caught the nuance in Charles’s tone, but she refused to let it take root. Her smile didn’t waver, though the tightness around her eyes betrayed the uncertainty that had begun to grow.

Once the journalist moved on, the atmosphere between them shifted once more. Astrid watched Charles carefully, her gaze lingering on the way he had folded his arms slightly, a silent signal of withdrawal. It was a gesture she had learned to recognize over time—the small barrier he put up when he felt too exposed, when the weight of his emotions became too much to bear.

She placed a hand lightly on his arm, her touch gentle but grounding. "Hey, you did great out there. I’m proud of you," she said, her voice warm, but with a quiet understanding that ran deeper than words.

Charles turned to her, offering her a brief smile, but it was distant. His eyes flickered to the cameras and reporters around them, and she saw the familiar unease in his posture—the way he stood just a little too tall, as though trying to distance himself from everything happening around them.

The media had a way of getting under his skin, chipping away at the person he tried so hard to project. But with Astrid, there was no need for the façade. She could see right through him—his frustrations, his vulnerabilities—things he would never let anyone else see.

"Let’s just get through this," he muttered, voice low, as they both braced for the next round of questions.

Astrid nodded, but there was something in her eyes—something unspoken—an understanding that, despite the public’s gaze, despite the scrutiny, there were moments when only they existed. Moments when the pressure of the world didn’t matter, when the love they shared could shield them from it all.

The night had settled over Monaco, and the frantic noise of the city began to fade as they drove further from the circuit, the city lights reflecting on the sea. Astrid and Charles were traveling in silence, the car moving through the deserted streets, but the air inside the vehicle was charged with something more than just exhaustion.

The sound of the wheels on the asphalt seemed amplified, and with every kilometer that separated them from the track, the tension between them grew. Astrid glanced at Charles out of the corner of her eye, his hands firmly gripping the wheel, his gaze fixed on the road, but his expression marked by something more than just concentration.

"Charles," Astrid said softly, yet firmly, as if trying to break the silence that hung between them. "What's going on? Why aren’t you talking to me? You don’t have to do this alone."

He took a deep breath without taking his eyes off the road. The tension was palpable, almost unbearable. "What do you want me to say, Astrid? That everything’s fine, when... when you’ve won here? In Monaco? You know how much this means to me, and seeing you take first place... I don’t know if I can hide what I’m feeling."

Astrid looked at him, surprised, and for a moment, the fragility in his voice made the lump in her throat tighten. It was rare to hear Charles talk about his insecurities like this, but at the same time, she understood perfectly. "I’m sorry, Charles," she said sincerely, but also with frustration. "I’m not doing this to hurt you. But… don’t you see that I’m here to earn my place too? It’s not about stealing your podium, it’s about proving that I belong there too. It’s not a competition between us."

An uncomfortable silence fell between them. Astrid’s words hung in the air, heavy, but also liberating. She realized she’d been holding onto too many emotions, too many, and in the end, that had only fed the gap between them.

Charles clenched his teeth, his jaw tight, and let out a bitter laugh. "You know what? It’s not about whether you’re doing this for me or not. It’s about the fact that I’ve waited my whole life to be on that podium, and seeing you up there... I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like everything I wanted is out of reach, and now you’re taking my spot."

Astrid felt a sharp pain in her chest. Charles’s words hurt, though she knew he didn’t mean them maliciously. Just with desperation. "Charles, I’m not taking anything from you. This podium is ours, even if we’re not on the same step. I am who I am because of you, too. And if I ever thought I wasn’t capable of doing this, it was because I lacked that motivation that only you give me. You don’t see me as competition, do you?"

He fell silent, his gaze distant as if processing her words. Then he let out a sigh, more relaxed now, and turned toward her. "I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to sound like that. I was... angry with myself. Because instead of enjoying your victory, I was feeling... less. But that doesn’t make sense, right?"

Astrid nodded, her breath calmer now, but still heavy. "No, Charles. It doesn’t make sense. And I don’t want this to tear us apart. F1 is our job, but our love… that’s what really matters. We can’t let competition destroy us. Because at the end of the day, that doesn’t come home with us, does it?"

The car pulled up to the hotel and stopped at the entrance. Charles turned off the engine but didn’t get out immediately. Astrid watched him, waiting for some reaction, some movement, something.

He sighed deeply, then looked back at her. "I know you’re right. I’m sorry. All of this... it’s bigger than the races. It’s bigger than any podium, any trophy. And I don’t want you to feel guilty for anything. I admire you, Astrid. And what I want most is to see you happy. And if that means you win, then so be it."

Astrid smiled, a smile she had been waiting for ever since they started talking. "I love you, Charles. And if there’s one thing we’ve learned together, it’s that we don’t need a trophy to prove we’re strong. We’re a team. It doesn’t matter where we stand on the track. Because in the end, we’ll always be first for each other."

He looked at her, a light in his eyes that mixed love and understanding, a light that only appeared when they looked into each other’s eyes and there were no words to explain what they felt for each other. "You’re right," he said, his voice now soft, calm. "And we’ll always be first, together."

They stayed silent for a moment, the outside world already far away, not caring if the press had followed them here or if the city was full of people. It only mattered this moment, the mutual understanding, and the love that bound them. They needed nothing more.

Finally, Charles leaned toward her, his lips meeting Astrid’s in a slow kiss, filled with promises, a reminder that what united them was far greater than any rivalry or goal on the track. In that kiss was everything they would never need to say, because they knew it, and they felt it.

And in that moment, they knew that nothing would ever separate them, not the competition, nor the trophies. Their love would always be their greatest victory.

But as they pulled away, there was a moment of stillness. Astrid could feel the warmth of his lips linger on hers, but also something else, something unspoken—like a shadow just behind the light. She saw the way his eyes met hers, and for the first time in a long while, she noticed a crack, just the faintest one, in the armor of his usually confident smile.

Charles reached up and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, but his hand lingered there for a moment too long, as if searching for something he couldn’t find.

"I love you," he whispered, the words tender, but there was an edge to them now, something that hadn’t been there before.

Astrid smiled, but the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, as if something remained unsaid, something that they weren’t yet ready to face. She kissed him again, this time more urgently, hoping to erase the lingering doubt between them. But as she pulled back, she could feel it in the air—the space that had opened up, just the tiniest crack in their bond.

For now, it was enough to smile and pretend that everything was as it should be. But deep down, both of them knew: they had opened a wound. One that, though momentarily covered, would take time to heal.

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[emilylawsons]

HI I’M BACK AND I FINISHED SEASON 3 AND I HAVE THOUGHTS™️

Newsreader spoilers under the cut

Okay first: THE NEWSREADER IS ONE OF THE GREATEST TREASURES TO GRACE TELEVISION AND IT DELIVERED ON EVERYTHING

ANYWAY…

The open ending as far as Helen and Dale goes—my shipper heart is a little sad we didn’t get a more explicitly romantic ending for them BUT these two have so much healing to do, and it starts with being exactly where they are. Finding peace and happiness as individuals before they give themselves to any relationship. And I think, no matter what any fan was hoping for, they can take this ending and decide how it goes for them. (Also the loving way Helen spoke to him and looked at him while she was talking to him off air. 🥹) They’re both exactly where they need to be and in their element, and that’s what the audience has been rooting for since day one.

THE PARALLELS AND CONNECTIONS TO THE FIRST EPISODE IN THE LAST ONE. Dale singing Kyrie in the car. Helen taking Dale home and talking care of him and “coming up with a plan.” Fucking brilliant.

Helen’s journey this whole season—getting a diagnosis and coming to grips with it. Being resistant at first but coming around and COMMITTING to getting better even when it’s hard and she hates it—frickin’ facing the place where she was locked up and endured additional trauma. She truly came into her own, and I’m just continuously blown away by Anna Torv and how, in every single project she does, she puts so much care and thoughtfulness into how she portrays her characters and the difficult situations they face. And she’s just a fucking incredible actress. THE SCENE IN 3.03 AFTER SHE GOT HER DIAGNOSIS AND CALLED DALE BROKE ME. I don’t think anyone else could have portrayed Helen. I just don’t. And Helen’s arc was all the more satisfying because the writers/creators decided to trust their talent and make her just as much a part of the creative process.

And Dale…oh my boy Dale. Sam frickin’ Reid the actor you are. Dale’s character arc has to be one of the most intense and challenging I’ve ever seen on TV, and Sam probably had the hardest job. Dale’s breakdown? OH MY GOD. We always knew Dale needed to break. He would have to be driven to the brink to be human again. And, just like with Anna as Helen, there was no one more qualified to bring Dale Jennings to life. Holy shit. Incredible, meaty, deep storytelling happens when you have creatives with a vision and actors they’re on the same page with. Sam got it from day one, and he saw it through to the end.

But Helen and Dale, stars of the show they are, are not the only incredible arcs we got to see. THE SATISFACTION OF WATCHING LINDSAY CUNNINGHAM GET KICKED OUT ON HIS ASS AND DENNIS SITTING IN HIS SEAT. The stuff of legends. And not just Dennis getting his moment (which we absolutely saw coming after he clocked Lindsay last season), but JEAN FUCKING PASCOE yelling at him from across the newsroom. I clapped. I cheered. And you know, I even cheered a bit for Evelyn Walters in all of it. She’s out for herself and still doesn’t get it (and Geoff was far from a victim), but she stood when it counted. She took action on one good thing. And watching them all collectively work together to get Lindsay what he deserved? Delicious.

And then we’ve got my girl Noelene who also went through The Most™️ oh… She’s got so much to figure out about standing up for herself and what she wants, and Rob’s got so much growing to do to be a better husband and father. But she did stand up for herself. She stopped being afraid to tell people how she felt and what she needed. She called Rob out on his racist tendencies and opened up to him about her work/motherhood balance, and she called out Helen for using her like everyone else and overworking her, and they both listened. She has hope ahead of her, and it was beautiful to see.

A few other small notes:

The whole Dale/Kay dynamic was so strange, but it needed to happen. Her constant comparisons of him and Geoff helped fuel his necessary fall. And it served to show what a terrible place Dale was in.

Cheryl got married!!! Good for her 🩷

Fuck Bill, and congrats to Helen for being like “I’m not gonna be punished because I didn’t wanna fuck you”

Tim gets a well deserved love and happy ending!!!

I’m really happy they brought back Linus. What a treasure.

Overall, as sad as I am to see this show go, they delivered on all counts. Everything they said they would be, they were. Every arc, satisfying. Just so beautifully and masterfully done, and with love by everyone involved. 18 episodes of perfection. And if Michael Lucas and Emma Freeman ever produce another show together and hire Anna Torv and/or Sam Reid or any of the wonderful-across-the-board cast? I will get my VPN’s worth as an American and be there for it.

[fandomgeeknerd]

ok so there's a lot of words and thoughts so it's under the spoiler

so i imagine the movie like this

the start: stone is very sad and depressed we see mourning and grief and somewhere along the way he thinks abt what he could have done to prevent it, the main thing that he remembers is sonic and his friends and thinks if he never let them into the crab this would have never happened and so plots revenge against them bc Gerlad is already dead and cut to stone building metal sonic.

cut to sonic at the end of the movie, we get to re-see sonic getting ambushed by the metal sonics and amy saving him, they talk obviously and tbh i didn't think abt anything right here so lets skip a bit

the middle: stone's causing chaos cus at this point they figured out it was stone (i was thinking something along the lines of tails going to check up on stone and inadvertently figures out stone's the villain and sneaks out of the newly repaired crab in horror but um spoiler alert stone saw tails figuring out he's the villain but idk). They have a mini battle that leaves stone retreating, after that but not right after shadow comes back with news that robotnik is alive and that we have to save him and they do, at the same time maddie decides to take matters into her own hands to figure out why he's doing this and also goes over to check on agent stone and tldr stone wants revenge bc sonic and his friends got the love of his life killed and he knows the doctor sacrificed himself but he still wants revenge and maddie is able to go home safe and sound bc she's good at acting normal

before the end: after making sure robotnik is ok they tell him stone is going crazy and robotnik doesn't believe them at first until they share stories and proof and then robotnik is like "oh shit! we gotta stop this!" (no one has brought up that he's in love with robotnik and the doctor thinks stone wants revenge bc he's his boss not bc he loves him) and there's a cool getting ready and prepared montage with tom, maddie, sonic, shadow, amy, tails, knuckles and robotnik

the end: there's not really much to it just as they see each other when getting ready to fight (i haven't thought much abt the 'how is stone gonna get revenge' aspect) stone sees robotnik and gets more angry bc he thinks they somehow cloned robotnik to get him to calm down but he sees right through it (even tho stone's completely wrong). They fight and he FINALLY lets slip (in front of the real robotnik mind you) that he's doing this bc they killed his doctor the love of his life AND HOW DARE THEY MAKE A CHEAP IMATATION, robotnik doesn't have time to process that stone loves him bc they keep fighting, eventually it looks like sonic and the gang won't win until robotnik makes it very clear that it's him the REAL him and that he's ALIVE (i was thinking something only the real robotnik and stone would know) and everything stops and a tearful but happy reunion ensues and the badniks make the heart eyes at them, stone says sorry to everyone and robotnik, robotnik says sorry and he loves stone too. Everything returns to normal with shadow beginning to live with stone and the doctor and at this point the doctor and stone are tired, and they want to stop going after sonic and his friends and they do and get to be slightly friends with them and tom and maddie and yayyyyy happy ending

the post credit scene: if there's other sonic villains besides robotnik one of them appear with sinister music in tow

i believe this would be the best course of action for sonic 4 it just feels like it goes full circle and snice apparently, they're willing to go full mcu for the sonic movie franchise i've heard this'll be great to do

SEGA AND PARAMOUNT

MAKE AGENT STONE THE BIG BAD OF SONIC 4

AND MY LIFE IS YOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[goticapomposa]

My kink is karma

Vi alcoholic x reader ex girlfriend

I haven't written in a while and English is not my first language, I welcome suggestions and ideas🩷🩷🩷

another one from the collection of stories based on Chappell Roan's songs, Vi as self-destructive alcoholic who only dragged reader into her shit, they end and then comes Chappell's song but with a "happy" ending.

DNI MEN ⚠️⚠️⚠️ MEN NOT ALLOWED⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

My Kink Is Karma

Vi was sprawled on the couch of a cheap brothel in Zaun, a cigarette between her fingers, a glass of some strong drink balanced on her knee. Her arm was thrown over her eyes, blocking the dim light of the flashing sign that illuminated the room.

She knew Reader would walk in any moment.

And she knew that "her doll" would be furious.

But Vi didn't care.

Or at least, that's what she tried to convince herself.

The door flew open, slamming against the wall. Reader stormed in, her eyes burning with fury, her hair loose and messy.

"So this is where you ended up this time." Her voice was full of venom.

Vi laughed, low and drawn out.

"Hey, kitty." She blew out the smoke from her cigarette and smiled mockingly. "I missed you."

"Don't fuck with me, Vi." — Reader marched up to her, snatching the cigarette from her hand and crushing it on the floor. — I’m tired of this shit.

Vi looked her up and down, an amused glint in her eyes.

“You look beautiful when you’re angry.”

Reader laughed—but it was a bitter, sharp laugh.

“And you look pathetic.”

Vi arched an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side.

“Is that any way to talk to your ex?”

Reader crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes.

“You think it hurts me to call me your ex?” She tilted her face, a cruel smile on her red-painted lips. “I’m over that phase, Vi.”

Vi felt something sink in her chest, but didn’t let it show.

“Oh, yeah?” She took a sip of her drink, letting the liquid burn in her throat. “So what are you doing here?”

Reader leaned over her, her fingers sliding along the collar of Vi’s wrinkled shirt. The touch was soft, but the eyes… the eyes were filled with something darker.

“I just wanted to see with my own eyes how far you’ve fallen. the shit you’ve done to yourself.”

Vi felt a shiver run down her spine, but she laughed.

“Did you like what you saw?”

Carol smiled, that smile sweet and venomous at the same time.

“I loved it.” She whispered, her lips dangerously close to Vi’s ear. “Because now I know that the only person who’s getting screwed in this story… is you.”

Vi squeezed the glass between her fingers, her jaw clenched.

The reader slowly backed away, her eyes shining with cruel satisfaction.

“I’m leaving now.” She said, adjusting her coat and turning to the door. “But make the most of this empty bed. I think you’ve gotten used to it, huh?”

Vi didn’t answer. She just watched her leave, leaving behind only the scent of the sweet perfume that used to permeate her sheets.

She closed her eyes and laughed to herself, but there was nothing funny about it.

Perhaps for the first time, the reader was no longer helping her, no longer caring about her.

And Vi knew, in that moment, that karma really was a bitch.

Vi lay there, sprawled on the couch, her eyes fixed on the peeling ceiling. The bitter taste of the drink was still in her mouth, but it wasn't enough to erase the taste of what Reader had left behind.

That cruel laugh.

That burning look.

The venom in her voice when she said "I loved it."

Vi laughed to herself, but the laughter died quickly.

Because it was true.

She had fallen.

And Reader saw every second of it happen.

The following nights were a blur.

More alcohol. More fights. More unfamiliar faces in bed.

But nothing filled the void.

Nothing took the echo of Reader's voice out of her head.

Vi could swear she could smell her perfume in the alleys, in the bars, even on the dirty sheets that didn't belong to anyone who mattered. But when she turned around, it was never "her doll."

Reader was no longer there.

And worse…

Reader didn't miss her.

The first time Vi saw her again was a punch in the gut.

The bar was crowded, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes permeating the air. Vi was in the back, one arm thrown over the back of the torn leather couch, a bottle dangling between her fingers.

That was when Reader walked in.

And she was… radiant.

The red dress clung to her body, the heavy boots tapping against the floor, the lips painted a shade Vi knew all too well.

But what really destroyed her was the company.

And she wasn’t alone.

She was with someone—a tall, pretty girl, with an easy smile.

Vi felt her muscles lock.

She saw Reader laugh, toss her hair back.

She saw the other girl touch her waist.

And she saw Reader let her.

That was when Vi knew.

Reader had really moved on.

And Vi?

Vi was still there.

Trapped.

Vi didn’t know how long she spent staring. She doesn’t know how many glasses she’s emptied while watching Reader be happy without her.

But when Reader finally noticed her presence, it was worse than any punch Vi had ever taken in her life.

Because Reader saw her.

And she didn’t look at her with anger.

She didn’t look at her with hurt.

She looked at her with pity.

Vi looked away immediately, her stomach churning.

That was it.

That was how Reader saw her now.

A lost cause.

A game won.

Karma well paid.

Vi staggered out of the bar later that night, her hands shaking, her head spinning.

She didn’t know if it was because of the drink or because of the hole in her chest.

Maybe both.

But the truth was clear now.

Reader wasn’t coming back.

And Vi?

Vi was exactly where Reader left her.

Alone.

Vi didn’t know how she got to the alley.

She only realized it when the metallic taste of blood invaded her mouth and the cold of the filthy Zaun floor bit her skin.

She blinked, dizzy. The world around her spun—the effect of the alcohol, the beatings she’d taken, or the shame burning in her chest.

She had gotten into a fight. Again.

She couldn’t remember why. It didn’t matter.

The only thing that mattered was Reader’s voice still echoing in her head.

The laugh.

The look of pity.

The way she’d let another girl touch her as if Vi had never existed.

Vi closed her eyes and laughed to herself, but it was a weak, broken laugh.

She tried to convince herself it didn’t hurt.

But it did.

She didn’t know how long she stood there.

But eventually, footsteps echoed in the alley.

Light, precise.

Vi knew that sound.

doll.

She opened her eyes slowly, blinking against the dim light of the flashing signs. Carol stood before her, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

Vi tried to laugh.

“What is it? Did you come to finish kicking me while I’m on the ground?”

Reader sighed, shaking her head. “Are you listening to yourself?”

Vi narrowed her eyes.

“I’m fine.”

“You look ridiculous,” Reader snapped, her voice sharp. “Look at you, Vi.”

Vi shrugged, her entire body aching. “You don’t have to pretend to care.”

Reader laughed, but it was a dry laugh. “I don’t care.”

The answer came quickly, sharply, like a blade piercing Vi’s ribs. She should have expected it. But hearing it from Reader’s mouth still hurt like hell.

She knelt beside her, her dark eyes glowing in the darkness. — You made a fool of me, Vi. — Her voice was low, but sharp as a knife. — You broke me and expected me to stand there, waiting.

Vi looked away.

She had no answer for that.

Reader continued.

— But look. — She smiled cruelly. — I didn't wait.

Vi let out a weak laugh.

— I noticed.

Reader tilted her head, her cold fingers brushing Vi's bruised face.

— And now you're here. — She whispered. — Alone.

Vi closed her eyes, trying to ignore the goosebumps on her skin.

She wanted to respond, wanted to fight, wanted anything to make Reader stop looking at her like that.

Then Reader grabbed Vi's arm, throwing it over her shoulder, lifting her up with her.

- I'm taking you home

Vi felt Reader's arm firmly around her, the warmth of her body contrasting with the cold of the street.

"I can walk on my own," Vi mumbled, trying to pull away, but her body protested in pain, and she almost fell again.

Reader held on tighter.

"Shut up."

Vi let out a weak laugh.

"Always so sweet."

Reader ignored her, guiding her through the dark streets of Zaun. Vi let herself be carried away, Reader's familiar scent invading her senses. There was something cruel about it—being so close and yet so far away.

They arrived at Reader's apartment. Small, but tidy. Unlike the chaos Vi was immersed in.

Reader led her to the couch and helped her sit down.

"Stay there," she said before disappearing into the bathroom.

Vi rested her head against the headrest, her eyes closing for a moment. The smell of the place was familiar. For a moment, she allowed herself to remember.

How she had slept there so many times.

How she had held Reader against that couch, the warm kisses, the laughter, the whispers.

But that time was long gone.

Reader came back with a wet cloth and knelt in front of Vi, cleaning the cuts on her face.

Vi watched in silence, her jaw clenched.

“Why do you still do that?” she whispered.

Reader didn’t look at her.

“Because I’m an idiot.”

Vi laughed, but there was no humor in it.

“What about me?”

Reader paused for a second, her eyes meeting Vi’s.

There was something there. Something Vi wanted to decipher, but Reader wouldn’t let slip.

“You?” Reader smiled, but it was a smile without joy. “You’re a mistake I haven’t learned to stop making yet.”

Vi swallowed hard.

She wanted to say that wasn’t true.

But it was.

And maybe, deep down, Reader knew that too.

She finished cleaning the cuts and stepped back a little, but didn’t move away. Her eyes remained fixed on Vi, as if trying to understand what was happening there—what was happening to them.

Vi didn’t say anything. She just watched her, as if she had run out of words. She could feel the weight of Reader’s words—a mistake I still haven’t learned to stop making—hanging in the air between them.

It was strange. This was strange.

Reader sat in the nearby armchair, crossing her legs, and remained there, quiet, silent. Vi didn’t want to break that silence, but she didn’t know what to do with it.

It was silent torture, that empty space between them.

Finally, Reader sighed and stood up, going to the kitchen. Vi heard her moving something, maybe a glass or a bottle, but she couldn’t pay attention to the details.

She was tired. Tired of everything. Tired of sinking deeper every time she thought about her, about Carol, about everything she had lost.

But when Carol came back with two glasses of water, Vi looked at her again. This time, Carol's eyes were softer, without that tension.

She handed one of the glasses to Vi.

"Drink. It'll do you good."

Vi took the glass, but didn't bring it to her lips right away. She stood there, staring at the liquid, feeling the weight of the unspoken words between them.

"You shouldn't help me."

Reader sat down next to Vi, her gaze softer now.

"I'm not good at leaving people alone when they need it the most. Even if you think you don't deserve it."

Vi looked at her. What was Reader saying? Because deep down, Vi knew she didn't deserve any of this. She didn't deserve the care. She didn't deserve the patience. She didn't deserve Reader back.

But Reader was there.

And it was as if everything Vi had ever done, all the screw-ups, all the mistakes, were being swept aside, as if Reader still believed it was worth it.

Vi took a sip from the glass, feeling the water burn, but it didn’t have the same effect she wanted. It didn’t erase the pain. It didn’t erase the weight of the guilt.

“I don’t know what to do anymore,” Vi said, her voice hoarse.

Reader turned her face to her, her gaze soft but steady.

“Maybe you don’t need to know. Maybe you just need to stop sinking any further. Maybe you just need to stop hurting yourself so much.”

Vi felt a growing pressure in her eyes, and the last thing she wanted to do was cry. But the feeling of being so broken, of being cared for by someone she had hurt so many times…

She swallowed hard, trying to push the feeling away.

Reader stood there, watching her, not pressuring her, not trying to rush things. She seemed to understand, without saying another word.

Finally, Vi looked at Reader

“Why do you still do this?”

Reader looked at her for a long moment, her eyes soft and, at the same time, determined.

“Because, in the end, you will always be mine.” She whispered, almost like a confession. “And until you understand that, until you allow yourself to return to what is real, I will be here. Even if I hurt you too.”

Vi swallowed hard.

And that, somehow, meant more than anything she could have expected.

The night passed in silence, with the two of them sitting there, sharing the drink and the space, without any more words. Time did not heal everything, but, for a moment, Vi felt something different. Maybe it was the beginning of a new chance.

Or maybe it was just the illusion of alcohol and Reader’s closeness.

But, at that moment, all she wanted was to believe.

The night was silent, broken only by the distant sounds of Zaun. Vi, still sitting on the couch, felt the heat of the drink burning in her throat, but it wasn’t enough to dispel the feeling of sinking again.

Reader was beside her, quiet, but her presence seemed more distant than ever. Vi could feel the chasm between them widening with each passing second. She was there, but she wasn’t really with her anymore.

Vi looked down at her shaking hands, the marks of her mistakes visible there. Not just in the wounds on her body, but in the invisible wounds Reader had left—and that she, Vi, had dug. “I…” Vi started to speak, but her voice trailed off. She didn’t even know where to begin. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Reader looked at her, but her expression was hard to read. “You never knew, Vi,” she said, her voice soft, but filled with a hardness that Vi felt deep down.

Vi felt the weight of it. She always thought she could figure it out on her own, always thought she had control of everything. But it was clear she never knew anything.

She looked at Reader, her eyes lost and desperate.

“Help me,” Vi whispered, her voice broken, like a lost child. She felt ridiculous. Pathetic. But the words came out before she could stop them. “Please… help me. I… I don’t know how anymore.”

Reader looked at her for a moment, her expression cold and distant. Then something passed in her eyes, maybe compassion, maybe something more. Reader sighed, but she didn’t seem as bitter as before.

“Do you think you’re going to make me feel sorry for you?” Reader asked, the words as sharp as a blow.

Vi felt heat rise to her face. Shame was taking over her, but she couldn’t stop. She leaned a little closer, her voice lower now, almost a whisper.

“I… I just… I just wanted to be the right person for you, doll.” — Vi swallowed hard, her throat tight. — I just wish you would still look at me like you used to. Like I mattered to you. I know I suck… I know I did everything wrong… But I still… I still need you.

Reader didn’t answer right away. Vi couldn’t look at her, feeling small and insignificant. She felt like a child who was begging for something she could never have.

Finally, Reader spoke, but the coldness in her voice didn’t lessen.

— I’m not your salvation, Vi. You need to save yourself. And if you can’t, you’ll sink deeper. I’m not going to pull you up again just so you can fall around the next corner.

Vi swallowed hard, the weight of Reader’s words crushing her. She felt dirty, filthy, like she was drowning in her own misery. She knew Reader was right, but she couldn’t pull herself away from the abyss.

— So… you’re just going to leave me like this? — Vi’s voice was barely audible, full of pain and desperation. She looked so fragile, so broken. Her pride had long since dissipated, and now all that was left was shame.

Reader watched her for a moment, her gaze deep, as if she were analyzing every piece of Vi. The distance between them seemed greater than ever, but something in Reader's expression finally gave way.

She approached, without saying a word, and Vi felt her arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. Vi's head rested on Reader's shoulder, and she was not ashamed of giving in, of feeling weak, of feeling small, because at that moment, all she wanted was her doll. She needed her safety, even though she knew she didn't deserve it.

"I'm shit, Reader..." Vi whispered, her voice choked, full of despair. "I know I am. I always am. I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know who I am anymore." Reader took a deep breath, holding Vi in her arms, but her expression didn't change.

"I know," Reader murmured. — I know, Vi. But you’re going to have to learn to deal with it. I’m not going to carry you around forever.

Vi felt a deep pain in her chest, but she didn’t pull away. She wanted more. She wanted Reader to forgive her, she wanted things to go back to the way they were before, but she knew that was asking too much.

But right there, in that moment, something in Reader seemed to give in.

She wasn’t leaving. Not yet.

And that, for some reason, was enough for Vi.

For now.

Vi didn’t know what was moving her, but without thinking, she lowered herself to the ground. The cold of the concrete floor spread through her legs, but she didn’t even feel it. Her mind was too cloudy, her heart too heavy to care.

The tears began to fall, hot and heavy, and she couldn’t stop them. Her body shook, and for a moment, she felt more vulnerable than she had ever felt before. Her pride was gone, dissolved along with the pain and the drink.

She knelt in front of the reader, her eyes watering, her chest tight.

“Baby doll, please…” Vi’s voice sounded broken, as if she were begging for a shred of mercy. “Forgive me… Forgive me, please… I don’t know what I did. I just know that I can’t… I can’t live without you.”

The words came out in an uncontrolled rush, as if all the pain she had tried to hide for so long was being forced out.

She looked up at Reader, her face contorted with pain and shame. Her breathing was ragged, the feeling of being lost consumed her, and the one thing she wanted, more than anything, was Reader.

“I… I’m nothing without you, Doll. Please… please let me come back. I… I can change. I can be better. Just… just don’t leave me like this, please.”

Reader remained silent, watching Vi, her gaze fixed but expressionless. She didn’t look pitiful. She didn’t look angry. She looked distant. Cold.

And that cut deeper than any insult or rejection.

Vi didn’t know what else to do. She no longer had the strength to get up, but she didn’t want to be abandoned. She didn’t want to lose herself anymore.

With tears streaming down her face, she crawled a little closer to Reader, until she was only inches away from her. Then, without saying a word, she put her hands on Reader’s waist and held on tight. Her body was shaking, and the feeling of despair was overwhelming.

She hugged her tightly, almost desperately, as if it was the last thing she could do to keep from sinking completely.

“I need you, Reader. Don’t leave me. I love you. I love you so much, I… I need you…”

The words were coming out meaningless, but she didn’t care anymore. She was lost in a sea of ​​despair, and Reader was the only anchor she had left.

Reader stood still for a moment, but then, gently, she ran one of her hands through Vi’s hair, touching her lightly, stroking Vi’s hair.

Vi didn’t know what that meant. She didn’t know if it was an attempt at comfort or just Reader’s reaction to her despair. But at that moment, all she wanted was for Reader to not let go of her.

She couldn’t see herself without her anymore.

Vi’s head rested on Reader’s abdomen as she cried, the sound of her sobs muffled against the other girl’s body.

She was completely surrendered, not just physically, but emotionally. She was waiting for Reader to do what she always did—rescue her, take her back, as if it were still possible to fix everything. But at the same time, a part of Vi knew it wouldn’t be that simple.

She had made too many mistakes to be forgiven so easily. Still, she didn’t know what to do without this chance. “I… I’ll get better, Doll. For you. I’ll do whatever it takes, just… don’t leave me alone. Don’t leave me alone again…”

Reader didn’t answer. She didn’t say anything. But the caress she gave Vi, though silent, was a sign that maybe, just maybe, there was still something there. Vi didn’t know what the future held for them. But for a moment, she had what she craved most—the feeling of being home, in Reader’s arms. Even if this was some kind of illusion.

She held on tighter, breathing deeply, as if it was the only thing that could make her survive whatever was coming.

Reader watched Vi's despair, the weight of her words and her uncontrollable crying, and suddenly, what was left of her coldness crumbled. Her expression, previously hard and impenetrable, softened when she saw Vi there, kneeling on the floor, completely lost in her own demons.

Without a word, Reader leaned forward, took Vi's hands and pulled her forcefully from the floor. Vi was so fragile, so broken, that it seemed that she didn't have the strength to get up on her own.

With a delicate movement, Reader hugged her against her body, her warm breath invading Vi's skin, and her hair falling over the other girl's back like a soft curtain. Vi didn't resist. She was completely enveloped in Reader's arms, as if, by being embraced, she could finally find some kind of salvation, even if temporary.

Reader held her very close, as if she wanted to wrap Vi in an invisible shield, protecting her from the shadows that consumed her. Her hands went to Vi's hair, stroking it gently, but with an intensity that spoke more than words could express.

Vi closed her eyes, letting her crying calm down little by little. She felt the warmth of Reader's body, the softness of her touch, and that, somehow, brought her a comfort she never knew she needed.

"I'm here, Vi," Reader murmured, her words soft and filled with something Vi couldn't identify. Maybe it was affection.

Maybe it was a remnant of everything they had been before. "I know you're not okay. I know you're broken. But you still have a piece of me. And I won't let you fall completely. Not this time." Vi sobbed again, but didn't pull away. She held tighter to Reader's waist, as if it was the only thing capable of keeping her upright.

Reader, calmly, rocked her gently, holding her even closer, as if she were trying to protect her from the whole world. She didn't know what else to do, but at that moment, it seemed like enough.

Vi, with her eyes closed, took a deep breath and murmured, almost inaudibly:

"I don't deserve this... I don't deserve your affection..."

Reader squeezed a little tighter, as if wanting to convey all the care she felt, and said, in a firm and soft voice:

"Yes, you do. Even when you don't believe it. Even when you don't see it. You still deserve to be loved... even if you made a mistake."

Reader's words were a beacon, something Vi was desperate to believe.

The hug remained there, the warmth between them creating a refuge that Vi didn't want to leave. She felt Reader's heartbeat, the softness of her breathing and the firmness of her body around her, and it calmed her in a way that nothing else could.

Vi knew that nothing was resolved, that she was still far from finding a path to her own salvation. But at least there, in Reader’s embrace, she felt that maybe there was something to hold on to. Something beyond the pain and loss.

She sighed, relaxing a little in Reader’s arms, and for the first time in a long time, she felt that, for a brief moment, everything would be okay.

Not because things were resolved, but because, at least for now, she wasn’t alone.

I hope you enjoyed it, do you guys have any suggestions for the next song?

[csphire]

Hopes and dreams I had for Dragon Age 4 that we so did not get.🙃😢

An actual RPG game. Not Nice Guy, Nice Funny Guy, and Nice but Stern Guy. Let us screw up and piss off our companions.

No more dialogue wheel selection bait and switches. "Nooo I didn't mean that. I did not think they would say that! That's not what I thought that choice meant. I meant-fuck! *sighs* ...I guess I'll have to reload." Or more accurately, "That was the mean option? Are you kidding me!"

Letting the player be an asshole. Sometimes, it's just cathartic to punch a character. People in customer service especially need this at the end of a shift. Putting this in games is a public service. We needed more of those kinds of moments beyond the bloody tutorial.

More of our previous choices having an actual impact in DA4. Like the Well of Sorrows I was so certain would bite an Inquisitor in the ass somehow in the future. Like Morrigan with Mythal in her could force the Inqusitor to hurt or even try to kill Solas. So I agonized over that choice. The same goes for who we left in the fade. Honestly, the three or so that carried over I did not see any impact on DAVG at all. Am I wrong?

Who we left in the fade showing up or we find their body. "Where's Hawke?" Yeah... where's Hawke BioWare? Get's Hawke's clothes instead. Well, that's... depressing.

The option to play as the Inquisitor trying to be low profile or as a nobody aka Rook. This way, everyone is happy, right? For a lot of us, the Inquisitor going toe to toe again with Solas was important.

By playing as the Inquisitor we would have had one sweet Dagna-created prostatic arm-not from Bianca because screw her. Also, depending on our class each one would be a little different. Oh, and that prosthetic would also be customizable just like Varric's crossbow and every other weapon in Dragon Age Inquisition. I really thought BioWare would jump to help feature an amputee in an empowering way. True we had Neve but it felt like more of an afterthought to give her a prosthetic that honestly looks uncomfortable as hell.

Open worlds to collect mats, and kill things to craft gear and weapons for our team only better. It would have given us time to breathe and enjoy the scenery. Plus I like doing that kind of tedious shit and if you don't, fine go buy that stuff I guess.

Vendors that will sell us the goods if we got the coin and none of that faction BS.

"Knife ear!" You think at least the venatori would be shouting that at my elf. Nope! I did not feel like my character's race mattered in this game. I don't think Solas over a decade really put the fear of the gods into the North. We all know isms and slavery are bad but putting those things in a game's world helps people realize why they're bad and can even help people feel what it's like to be on the receiving end of such abuses which can help create a thing called empathy.

Blood! Where is the blood? Why is my character not covered in dirt and the gore of their enemies? Don't like that, fair but what about an on-off feature in settings?

Enemies that send chills down my spine. Instead, the ogres and darkspawn made me bust out laughing. I cannot take them seriously, especially the ogres. I see them and think, "Derp a durr... oh I'm an ogre and soooo scardy... rawr."

Dagna... because she's adorable and if any dwarf deserves magic it's her. Or at least let her nerd out, study Lace and help her understand more about her new abilities.

Sandal Cameo at least. Also adorable aaand... ENCHANTMENT!

Our companions can get hurt. I'm starting to think they made them immortal because they knew some of us would let them get hurt on purpose. There are no feelings of concern at all for them going into combat now, no pick-up mechanics it leaves me feeling only more apathetic about them.

Quicker cooldowns on abilities instead of spamming the left mouse button all of the time. And more than two fucking abilities on my hot bar. BioWare... what were you thinking?

Three or more companions traveling with us instead of two. It was the gold standard all throughout the franchise. How are we supposed to get to know them all when limited to-oh right most of them have a personality as deep as a kiddy pool, never mind.

Companions with personalities and problems deeper than kiddy pools. That tension between Cassandra and Varric, Dorrian and Vivienne, Cole and Sera, and so forth was... chief's kiss.

Control of all THREE of our companions traveling with us in combat. Look, I'm a control freak who likes strategy. Combat for the series has always been centered on strategy, pausing, builds, and gear. Am I still bitter that they dropped us to two? ...Yes.

If playing as the Inquisitor you get the option to romance someone new. Especially let us have the option for Lavellan to move on from Solas.

Better-looking hands and body proportions. Why are the heads so damn big? And honestly the hands in failguard genuinely creep me the hell out with tucking the pinkies away all the time. It's weird! Strange hill to die on I know but they just make me cringe and die a little inside.

Romance scenes that would make Larian and BG3 fans blush. This game was always meant for adults. Adults have *gasp* SEX!

Solas not being a total red flag d-bag for killing our favorite dwarf! Run Lavellan Run! You're probably next. And if not him, Bianca is going for your eyes!

Solas being less of a manipulative antagonist twat and/or the player has the ability to be more diplomatic from the start with Solas to get his help. I feel like Solas' character development sorta backtracked by a lot.

Solas once again is a romance option but this time to EVERYONE! That and I wanted to see Lavellan and Solas finally get it on.

They finally let us romance Varric. Oh they did you so dirty, baby... *ugly crying*

A memorable soundtrack that sets off all the feels and is not stuff that's reused from the Inquisition.

Last but not least, where the fuck is our Golden Nug Bioware?

I might add more later, but feel free to add more and comment below!

[miumura]

i saw your other moot game, you're so sweet! :( your friends must love you so much. i'd like to give you another moot game: your moots as songs and why?

HI ANON !! awh tysm 😖 !! i love my friends veryvery much ♡ with another game,, more moots this time !! so doe those who i have missed, it’s truly not on purpose as this was a little bit harder to be able to find the songs i thought would best suit you … so there might not be much because of that :’(

@macapunoz — dandelion by grentperez ; BECAUSE GRENT>>>> anddd other than the upbeat (?) energy this song brings, i also chose this for this lyric: “if i could choose anywhere to be, i’d wanna be with you”! i believe it very much describes me with rhin🤞!! because no matter where i’m at, with rhin, nothing else matters than her presence 🫶 (pftbz together forever and ever 🤍)

@juyeoz — tick tack by illit ; if i had to pick one song to associate and reserve to alya forever, it would be this one. it’s just a song that instantly gets you energetic and happy, which gives off her personality A LOT. and honestly, whenever i see a pic or vid of her smiling, this always plays in my head LIKE ITS ACTUALLY SO BEAUTIFUL 😊 so yes! tick tack! (pftbz together forever and ever 🤍)

@htaesan — serenade by boynextdoor ; now, what’s a soph moot game ( ik it’s only been two shush ) without mentioning or associating bonedo with my love lili??? ( my gongfourz ❤️‍🩹 ) like let’s look at the eng translation for one of the lyrics ( which i think it’s right? ) “i love you baby, baby, baby! i’ve been screaming the whole neighborhood knows (i like you)” … yeah that part & as well as the entire song, that’s pretty much how i act for lili on blr and insta because … that’s forever my bae !! 🤍 #willforeverserenadeher

@saemisic — candy crush by artms ; I FEEL LIKE THIS SUITS SAE SM??? like let’s go look at her navi rq and tell me it doesn’t SCREAM this song?? YOU HAVE TO GET MY VISIONNNN 🫣 it’s such a cutesy song w/ a sweet vibe that instantly makes you feel 10x better when listening to it ( which is happening rn as i write this HAHAH) and leads to my thought of believing this song matches her pretty well !!

@antoncyng — unplugged boy by tws ; NINI!!! okay my logic for choosing this song is that… it reminds me of big suki by &team ( ME AND NINI UNITE AS LUNES 🤞 ) ! this is because of her message / reaction to that song recc i put in the k-films song reccs channel 😊 !! SO THIS CONNECTION WAS MADE… THIS SONG IS REALLY GOOD and it’s quite upbeat which seems to suit nini’s character / personality when i’ve chatted with her so far !! #lookingforwardtowayyymore!!

@flwrstqr — washing machine by vanishing girl ; this song is so cutesy and like ??? okay that’s the epitome of dani ??? like whenever we’ve talked, she gives off that energy & her instagram reflects this song to me imo ?? this song has been on LOOP . it’s addicting just like her & her awesome works 💗

@ourhees — hold on by the internet or valentina by daniel caesar ; THERE’S TWO SONGS FOR SAV BECAUSE… i was a little conflicted and couldn’t stick to one !!! so !!! first off, hold on, because… the song has a soothing / calming vibe to it ?? and that feeling is always common with me when interacting with sav ^^ like the song itself is very alluring and i think that speaks for itself… AND THEN VALENTINA!!! similar to hold on, and was my original choice for this until hold on appeared in my liked songs & played… so i had to assign it to sav!! these songs just make sense to me in my head 🫠

THE END ♡ who knew choosing songs could be difficult.. i tried to match it accordingly !!

[dykedvonte]

Can you talk about trans!Curly a little bit more? I'm curios if you have any headcanons and the like

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It's just such a thing in my mind because it adds a truthful sadness and differing aspect to mouthwashing.

If Curly was trans it adds the horror of the horribly selfish thought he could have easily been in Anya's situation. It could've been him but it wasn't and he so conflicted on the pit it put in his stomach that brings and the shameful relief it wasn't. In this scenario he is friends with Jimmy for a long time still. Jimmy likely knew him pretransition. Maybe he gave Curly weird looks then, maybe they never stopped after, maybe they seemed meaner. They are guys now, bros, both of them are. He doesn't really have to worry what those looks mean anymore, Jimmy just has that face with him sometimes. It's recontextualizing a lot of things for him that he was in denial about or too ashamed to admit. How naive he was being and how he let that get another person hurt.

Specifically with Anya, it's he knows the dread and fear she's feeling. He can understand it because he had to live with it for a good portion of his life, he knows it cause he still does, just in a slightly different way. It makes him think of all the times he's been alone with Jimmy, all the times he's been way more drunk off his ass and not remember the night, Jimmy was always with him the next day. Makes him think of the comments he would laugh off both because that's what guys do but because that part of being a girl says to laugh so Jimmy doesn't do something. It's the selfish realization that he was never safe and he's uncertain now too. Mad at himself for forgeting that feeling, espcially since for a long time he would've been considered the only woman on a crew (with all that implies) for a long time.

He should've taken those blinders off, step back into that position for just a moment and it's so much more painful that Anya likely came to him because he should've gotten it. Those thoughts don't leave his mind after the crash when he's in an even more vulnerable position than she was...