#i'm having joseph flashbacks

[heavyhitterheaux]

Wife and Mother To Be

Synopsis: While you and Joe are shopping for a friend's baby shower, he has a realization about his future with you.

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Girlfriend!Reader

Requested by @hoodharlow 😘💕

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Standing in the baby section of Target and holding up two different onesies to compare them, your phone started to vibrate in the back pocket of your jeans. Placing one of them across your arm, you pulled your phone out to answer it and was greeted by a frantic boyfriend.

“Baby! Where did you run off to this time? You said we were coming in here for toothpaste and face masks. Next thing I know, I turn around and my girlfriend is missing! Are you at Starbucks again?! You ALWAYS do this when we come in here.” You heard your boyfriend say as you picked up and didn't wait for a proper greeting.

“You were literally standing there for fifteen minutes comparing different ones so I walked away. I'm in the baby section looking at clothes. And no, I already went to Starbucks and my drink is gone so I'll need to make another stop before we leave.”

“No, no, and no. I am literally taking you to lunch so no more stops and wait a minute, why are you in the baby section? Is there something you need to tell me?” Joe asked and you immediately rolled your eyes.

“For Gabby! Her baby shower is tomorrow, remember? Just come over here and help me pick things out for her.”

“Oh, right. Be right there, I'm walking over now.”

It was another two minutes when you saw Joe coming towards you and he greeted you by placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Wait a minute, why do you have a cart? We got a basket when we came in here. What did you plan on buying her? The entire section? Am I paying for this?”

“Joseph, will you relax!? I'm just getting her a few things and then we can go eat. Now what do you think about these?” You asked as you held up the same two onesies to show him.

“Hmm, what is she having again?” Joe asked as he was looking at both of them.

“A girl, Joe. Both of these are pink.”

“So? What's your point? I wear pink too.”

“But not something that says princess on it!” You responded to him as you laughed.

“At least not yet anyway and I like both of them.”

“Okay good. Both it is and I’m ignoring you.”

“I should ignore you for leaving me by myself.”

“Oh, that's right. I forgot that you need supervision all the time.”

“No, that's you. I'm a responsible adult. You're the one who comes in here for one thing when you tell me you'll be back in twenty minutes but an hour goes by and you're nowhere to be found.”

“And you use whatever I bring back home so you benefit from it so I don’t want to hear it.” You told him with a smirk and now it was Joe’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Come on and help me. Sooner we finish, the sooner we get food and go home.” You told him and he quickly agreed as he started browsing the baby toys.

Before you knew it, another thirty minutes had passed by and the two of you had a cart full of different things for Gabby. You were satisfied with how much you had gotten, but Joe was still browsing.

“Babe, come on. This should be enough.” You told him as you came up behind and wrapped your arms around him as he was now comparing two different diaper brands and you suddenly got a flashback to the toothpaste situation.

“You can never have enough diapers though, right?”

“Sweetheart, we got her four packs already.”

“Yeah, but are those really the best ones? I think that these might be better in case she has a blow out. My nephew did that to me and I still have PTSD. Therapy was needed after that.” Joe told you as he put the other diapers back and you couldn't help but to laugh.

“Not funny, babe. I didn't realize how much shit could come out of someone so little.”

“It is funny, Joseph and I wish I was there to be able to see your face when it happened.”

“Keep going and I'm not feeding you.” Joe told you as he put the diapers you had gotten in the cart back and replaced them with the brand that he wanted.

“But, I need energy in order to ride you later.” You replied and Joe immediately turned a bright shade of red as you began to laugh.

“BABE!”

“What? What'd I say?”

“You know what you said. Come on so we can go.”

Later on that night you were sitting on the middle of the floor in your shared bedroom with Joe when he walked in to see what you were doing.

“You run away from me in Target and at home. Did I do something?” Joe playfully asked as he sat across from you and began to help you wrap the gifts for Gabby.

“Nothing at all, Joey. Doing this so I can spend the rest of the night cuddling my amazing boyfriend whom I love to the moon and back.”

“Just the moon, not further?”

“Well we aren't going to the sun unless we want to burn to a crisp so yeah the moon.”

“I'll take it.”

You were folding the onesies when Joe was simply admiring you. Before he could stop himself, he blurted it out.

“When are we going to have one?” He asked and your mouth instantly hit the floor, but you tried to compose yourself.

“Um, have a what?” You asked clearly flustered and Joe simply laughed.

“You know what I mean.” Joe responded as he pulled you to sit in his lap as he kissed the top of your head while his arms wrapped around you.

“You want a baby? With me?” You asked with your voice dripping with uncertainty.

“I want everything with you. I thought that much was obvious. And not just one baby, multiple.” He answered and you turned around to look at him.

“You're serious?”

“I love you and I'm as serious as a heart attack.”

“Well you low key just gave me one.” You muttered against his chest and he laughed.

“Don't you want that with me?”

“Of course I do. I want nothing more than to make it a reality. I just didn't really know how to tell you or if you were ready. I mean you are literally at the peak of your career.”

“Baby, you can tell me anything and everything. You know that. And so what? If this is something that we both want, we're going to make it work.”

“You're not messing with me?”

“Now, why would I do that? I want to make you my wife too whenever that time comes. Mrs. Sheisty has a nice ring to it, don't you think?”

Now it was your turn to shy away and hide in his chest and all he did was laugh.

“In that case, I can't wait for you and our daughter to have matching pink outfits.”

“Oh, so you want a girl first?”

“Of course, girls run the world and she is going to have you wrapped around her little finger just like I do now.” You told him as you poked his nose.

“If that's the case, you want to get started? I heard that making the baby is the fun part.”

[nineinchclawz]

Rereading Battle Tendency and I'm shocked by how little the fandom discusses the family dynamics. Speedwagon and Erina have different parenting styles, and that has a huge impact on shaping who Joseph is. Joseph was raised to be a little shithead!

Open to read more! 👇

From the very beginning of BT, it's established that Joseph's attitude is VERY different from Jonathan's. We're shown a flashback of Joseph's childhood.

When I first watched jjba, this scene surprised me. Joseph acts so aloof!! But now that I'm rereading it, I think Speedwagon told Joseph not to get involved beforehand. Or, as one of my followers on Bluesky mentioned, Joseph may have been acting like a brat in order to draw the robbers' attention away from Speedwagon.

Joseph snaps when the clothes Erina had given him get ruined. Joseph tells Speedwagon he'd do anything to protect them, as they're the only family he has.

From here on, Speedwagon is shown enabling Joseph's behavior. He's aware of Joseph's temper and bratty habits. But never once do we see Speedwagon scold or reprimand Joseph in any meaningful way, even when he's being reckless.

Speedwagon consistently responds in two ways. Giving Joseph a sideways glance or raising his voice...

"JoJo!" "JoJo..." "🥺" "😨"

In contrast to this... Erina is shown PHYSICALLY reprimanding Joseph when he steps out of line after he jokes about the implications of Speedwagon and Jonathan's relationship / Speedwagon and Erina's relationship (varies by translation)

However, Erina ALSO enables Joseph's behavior. But instead of Speedwagon's method of letting Joseph do whatever he wants, Erina guides Joseph on how to beat up a racist in public with STYLE. Joseph's sense of justice makes him wild & careless, so she teaches him how to stay in control while still doing the right thing.

Erina's background of an upper-class childhood, nursing career / teaching career, and her experience living as a woman in the 19th century shaped how she raised Joseph. Joseph inherited Erina's social intelligence, class, and kindness.

Speedwagon lived the majority of his life in the slums of London and was involved in organized crime. Speedwagon was also an oil tycoon. He's mastered the art of bartering. Joseph "inherited" Speedwagon's rebellious nature, street intelligence, and loyalty.

Joseph has a strong sense of justice, something ALL Joestars inherited from Jonathan.

But that sense of justice is what ultimately killed Jonathan and George. Erina and Speedwagon knew that Joseph was destined to get into trouble.

I believe that Erina and Speedwagon raised Joseph in such a way that he could survive the worst. And he did. Joseph is the only Joestar in the entire series that is shown to live into old age. He survived all that because of Erina and Speedwagon's love for him.

[ellswritings]

In My Corner

(Part 1), (Part 2), (Part 3), (Part 4), (Part 5), (Part 6), (Part 7), Part 8, (Part 9)

TW: Regular wrestling violence, lots of tension in the flashback.

Tags: @reebs-luvs-rhodes-and-wrestling, @scream4mami, @mandmilovehim, @dummylovewp

✧･ﾟ:*ᴵ’ᵐ ᵇᵉᵃᵘ ᵗᶦᶠᵘˡ (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)*:･ﾟ✧*

While Christmas was an absolute dream, Y/N was more than happy to get back to work. She enjoyed her time in Davenport with Colby, but she was itching to get back into the ring. Carrying her title over her shoulder into a soon-to-be filled arena is a feeling that she could never put into words.

She smiles over at the camera that’s recording her as she struts towards the entrance. Her sunglasses rest comfortably on her nose. She slides them down slightly, winking into the camera before finishing her journey inside. She can’t wait to hear the cheers that will get later when it’s aired.

Walking into the Bloodline locker room was like sucking in a breath of fresh air. None of them were there just yet, but seeing everything set up for them assured her she was there. It was time to work again despite having all that time off.

She broke her body hundreds of times over and would happily do it again if she could do this for the rest of her life. Y/N took the alone time to start getting ready. She had talked to one of their many seamstresses before heading to the arena, picking up her gear for the night from them. She slipped it on, loving the way it compliments her figure while also remaining true to her character.

Grabbing her phone, Y/N gets ready to head to hair and make up when the door to the room opens. Her head snaps towards whoever’s entering and she yelps when suddenly she’s being squeezed into a bone crushing hug by Jon. Joseph and Joe follow closely behind, shaking their heads at Jon’s dramatics.

“I’m glad you got some time off sis, but damn!” He exclaims. “Don’t ever leave for that long again.”

“He’s bein’ dramatic,” Joe rolls his eyes. “We did just fine.”

“I ain’t said we didn’t do fine,” Jon fires back. “I'm just sayin’ I was bored without her. She’s my only entertainment when yall bein’ all serious n’ shit.”

“You mean when we’re in character?” Joseph quips smartly. “Not all of us can make breakin’ character our entire gimmick.”

“Shade…” Y/N chuckles as she draws out her teasing. “You’re really gonna let him talk to you like that?”

Jon shrugs, “I can’t hit him if he’s right,” he laughs loudly.

That got a chuckle out of Y/N as she slid onto the bench beside Solo — Joseph — who just shook his head silently, a quiet smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Glad you’re back, sis,” Solo said simply, bumping his shoulder against hers.

“Glad to be back,” she replied. “Even if you three are a whole circus act.”

“Hey, we kept it together while you were off living your Hallmark movie life,” Jon teased, gesturing toward her title belt. “You and Colby had the internet in a chokehold, I’m just sayin’.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “You stalking Twitter again?”

“I’m a man of the people,” Jon said, hand on his heart. “And the people saw the look that man gave you and nearly combusted.”

Solo leaned back, arms crossed. “That the same look you gave him when he dipped your cocoa and stole the first cookie?”

Y/N laughed, “He’s lucky he’s cute.”

“Cute enough to get the mistletoe treatment?” Jon wiggled his brows.

“Y’all are too invested.”

“Hey,” Roman added, pointing casually in her direction, “just sayin’ — man looks at you like that, you might as well book the venue.”

Y/N choked on her water. “Can we not plan a wedding when we’re not even dating?”

Jon grinned. “That sounds like something a future wife would say.”

She rolled her eyes so hard they nearly got stuck. “Okay, okay. Everyone calm down. It was just a good Christmas, alright? Colby’s family was great. Kevin — his dog — loved me. And yes, I did wear matching pajamas. There. Happy?”

Jon threw his arms up. “Ecstatic.”

Roman nodded. “Good. Just remember — it’s nice to see you happy, but don’t let the guy distract you from what’s waiting out there tonight.”

Y/N straightened slightly, the energy shifting. “He wouldn’t. And I wouldn’t let him.”

Solo gave her a firm nod. “Iyo’s coming in hot. You ready for that match?”

“As I’ll ever be,” she said, tightening the strap on her gear. “She’s fast, she’s sneaky, but I’ve watched every match she’s had since she stepped into WWE. I’ve studied her like she’s a final exam.”

Roman stood slowly. “Then handle it like you always do. Like a champ.”

A comfortable beat passed between them, the family energy grounding her like always.

“Yeah,” she murmured, smiling faintly. “Even got a weird little confidence boost, honestly. It’s stupid, but…”

She trailed off, caught mid-thought.

“But what?” Jon asked, eyeing her.

“It’s dumb.”

“Spit it out,” Roman said.

Y/N glanced at her hands. “I got a call on Christmas. From… Phil.”

That shut everyone up for a second. Jon’s eyebrows lifted slightly, more curious than anything. Solo didn’t react much, just gave a slow blink. Joe’s expression, though — Roman’s — shifted. His arms folded a little tighter across his chest, jaw flexing in that way that said he had thoughts but wasn’t saying them yet.

“He just called to say Merry Christmas,” Y/N added quickly. “I didn’t even recognize the number at first. Said it didn’t feel right not saying it to me, knowing it’s my favorite holiday.”

The air got heavier, just slightly.

Roman finally spoke, voice low. “You okay?”

She paused, then nodded. “I think so. It was weird. Not bad… just unexpected. He said he wanted to talk more eventually.”

“You gonna let him?” Solo asked.

“I don’t know yet,” she said honestly. “I think I needed to hear it, even if it didn’t change anything.”

Roman studied her for a long moment, his eyes narrowing like he was reading between lines she hadn’t written yet. But before he could say more—

A knock at the door.

One of the crew leaned in, headset over his ear. “Hair and makeup’s ready when you are.”

Jon stood with a flourish. “Perfect! I need to make sure my hair still scream ‘main event.’”

Solo muttered, “You don’t even have a match.”

“I’m in the match of life, uce.”

Y/N smiled faintly, grabbing her belt and adjusting it over her shoulder. As they headed toward the hallway, Roman fell into step beside her.

“I meant it,” he said quietly. “You looked good out there. Happy.”

She glanced over at him, surprised by how soft his voice had gotten. “Thanks, Joe.”

He looked ahead again, nodding once. “Just don’t forget who you are. Or what you came back for.”

Y/N nodded too — steady, grounded “I won’t.”

And she meant it. Tonight, she was Y/N — champion, sister, storm. Let the rest figure itself out later.

✧･ﾟ:*ᴵ’ᵐ ᵇᵉᵃᵘ ᵗᶦᶠᵘˡ (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)*:･ﾟ✧*

Y/N moved through the backstage hallway like she owned the place — because, in a way, she did. Title snug over her shoulder, sleek gear shimmering under the overhead lights, her stride was easy but purposeful. She’d missed the buzz of live nights like this — the way energy practically vibrated through the concrete floors before the crowd even saw a single entrance pyro.

The camera followed her closely, capturing every detail: the confidence in her step, the way her sunglasses sat perched on her nose, and the slight curve of a smirk that tugged at her lips as crew moved out of her way like they knew better.

And then he stepped in her path.

LA Knight.

Leaning against a stack of production crates like he had all the time in the world and nowhere better to be. Arms crossed, smirk carved deep into his face like it had been made for that mouth. Y/N slowed, sighing before even bothering to push her sunglasses up into her hair.

“Wow,” she said dryly. “Should’ve figured you’d pop up like a bad Christmas rerun.”

LA Knight’s smile widened — irritatingly pleased.

“Didn’t come lookin’ for you, sweetheart,” he said, eyes dragging down to the title on her shoulder. “But I gotta say — hard to miss you when you strut around dressed like a prize.”

Her brow arched. “Takes one to recognize one, huh? You’ve been chasing the spotlight for months and still can’t land a single damn thing without a mic in your hand and a miracle on standby.”

“Better that than hangin’ off the arm of the Bloodline like some loyal little sidekick,” he fired back. “Especially when your taste in men is as trash as that Christmas sweater Seth calls a personality.”

Y/N’s expression barely flickered — but her smile did sharpen.

“Funny coming from the guy who spends more time getting knocked on his ass than actually winning.”

“Oh, I win,” he said, stepping in closer — close enough for her to catch the scent of his cologne and the cockiness laced into every word. “Just haven’t decided if I want the gold… or the woman wearin’ some.”

The air between them shifted — thicker now, charged.

Y/N didn’t back down. She never did. Her lashes fluttered as she glanced down at where his fingers now brushed lightly, mockingly, over the gold on her shoulder like he had any right to it. Her chin tilted up, lips parting like she was about to throw a verbal grenade.

But he beat her to it.

“I mean, tell me I’m wrong,” he said, leaning in the tiniest bit, just enough to make it look more like a secret than a threat. “You act like you’re untouchable, but you walked into Raw and let Seth Rollins make you soft.”

Her smile froze.

Knight’s grin deepened.

“There it is,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “That look. The one that says ‘I’d slap you if I didn’t want to see where this goes.’”

She exhaled a slow, almost amused breath and brushed past him — but not before dragging her gaze from his boots to his jawline like she was calculating just how hard she’d have to hit him to leave a dent.

Then, right as she passed, she glanced over her shoulder and shot him one last parting shot.

“You can barely handle Roman Reigns without two other guys holding your hand,” she said coolly. “What makes you think you can handle me?”

LA Knight didn’t reply — just turned slowly, watching her walk off with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth and something much more dangerous in his eyes.

And Y/N? She kept walking toward Gorilla, head high, pulse doing something traitorous in her throat.

But the second she turned a corner, with the camera no longer catching her face, she bit back a laugh — cheeks flushing despite herself.

What the hell was that?

And why, for a split second, did it make her heart stutter like she'd just main evented WrestleMania?

——————-

Back in Chicago, Phil stared at his screen, face void but thoughts were swirling behind those big blues. He sat on the edge of his couch, arms crossed so tight across his chest he could feel the tension in his shoulders begging to snap. The TV was muted, but it didn’t matter — he didn’t need sound to see everything.

He’d been flipping through the show out of habit. Out of curiosity. Out of something else he didn’t care to name.

And then she showed up.

Y/N, backstage. Full of fire and command. Title slung like it belonged to her — because it did. Every step she took, every glance at the camera… yeah, she still had it.

He wasn’t surprised by the swagger.

But LA Knight?

The second he appeared on screen, something twisted.

And the second that guy brushed her hair behind her ear — that light, casual, intimate touch — Phil’s jaw locked hard enough to ache.

He didn’t have a right to care. He hadn’t for a long time.

And yet…

He could see through it. That wasn’t just scripted tension. That wasn’t “work.” That wasn’t one of those buzzworthy moments fans joked about.

That was real.

The kind of electricity that didn't come from clever dialogue or camera blocking. It came from the way her eyes had widened. From the breath she didn’t take. From the way LA Knight had looked at her like he knew he could ruin something and wanted to.

Phil’s fingers curled into fists against his knees.

He didn’t know what pissed him off more — the fact that Knight saw her that way, or that she let him.

He inhaled sharply, standing up and muting the TV completely now. The room went quiet, save for the dull hum of something angry behind his ribs.

He hadn’t even meant to call her on Christmas. It had just… happened. That stupid, awkward call he regretted and didn’t all at once. Her voice had sounded surprised. Not cold. Not warm either. Just… open enough.

Why did he do it?

Because he still cared?

Because he hated how they left things?

Because deep down, seeing her again — really seeing her — made something twist in his chest in a way that felt too close to guilt, too close to missing her?

He didn’t know. All he did know… was that LA Knight was gonna be a problem. A real problem.

And for the first time in years, Phil didn’t know if he wanted to yell at her… or just be near her again.

Which, honestly, scared the hell out of him more than anything.

✧･ﾟ:*ᴵ’ᵐ ᵇᵉᵃᵘ ᵗᶦᶠᵘˡ (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)*:･ﾟ✧*

The thunder of Iyo Sky’s entrance music echoed through Gorilla.

Y/N stood just out of frame, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet, her title belt snug over her shoulder. Her breathing was steady, but her eyes were laser-focused on the monitor in front of her, tracking Iyo as she made her confident, chaotic walk to the ring. The Genius of the Sky was no slouch—and she wasn’t coming to play games.

From behind, a hand clapped her shoulder.

“You got this,” Jon grinned at her, half cocky, half brotherly. “Go out there and remind ��em who runs this division.”

Y/N snorted, shaking out her arms, but the smile tugged at her mouth. “Damn right I do.”

He gave her a little nudge toward the curtain. “Kill that shit.”

The cue hit. Her music started. The crowd erupted.

Y/N stepped into the lights, her presence a shockwave of charisma and confidence. The fans popped immediately—those thunderous screams that always seemed to shake the rafters when she showed up. She held the title high over her head at the top of the ramp, basking in the reaction, her body language cool and sharp and full of swagger. Her new gear shimmered under the lights—black and deep crimson with silver accents—and her hair was pulled back into a sleek, powerful ponytail. The crowd fed off her energy as she made her way down the ramp, slapping a few outstretched hands, her eyes never leaving the ring.

Inside, Iyo was pacing, watching with narrowed eyes.

“She looks laser-focused tonight,” Kevin Patrick noted from commentary. “Y/N knows what’s at stake. Iyo Sky is dangerous. A high-flyer, a technician. This isn’t going to be a walk in the park.”

“Walk in the park?” Corey Graves replied. “Try a war zone. Iyo’s the best Damage CTRL’s got, and Y/N’s been making enemies on all sides. She's got a target on her back the size of Roman Reigns’ ego.”

Y/N stepped through the ropes and climbed the turnbuckle, hoisting her title to another roar from the crowd. Then she hopped down, handed the belt to the official, and turned to face her opponent.

This was it.

The bell rang.

And they were off.

The first few minutes were measured—wrestler’s chess. Y/N caught Iyo in a wristlock, but the Genius of the Sky twisted out with almost inhuman flexibility, countering into a quick armdrag. Y/N hit the mat and popped back up with a grin.

Game on.

They traded sequences—Iyo with the agility, Y/N with the grounded power. A back-and-forth flurry of technical chain wrestling gave way to harder offense. Y/N nailed a running knee that nearly took Iyo’s head off, but the challenger rolled outside for a breather.

Y/N didn’t give her the time. She hit the ropes and launched herself through them with a suicide dive, driving Iyo into the barricade and sending the crowd into a frenzy.

“AND THE CHAMP TAKES TO THE AIR!” Kevin shouted.

Back in the ring, Iyo mounted a comeback—trapping Y/N in the corner and unleashing a barrage of lightning-quick palm strikes. Y/N grunted under the impact, ducked the last one, and spun into a powerful German suplex that folded Iyo in half.

One… two… kickout.

The match stretched on. Near-falls piled up. Each woman pushed herself harder—Y/N’s chest heaving, Iyo’s lip bleeding slightly from a stiff elbow. The crowd could feel the shift. This wasn’t just a match. This was a fight to prove something.

At one point, Iyo locked in a modified crossface that had Y/N’s fingertips clawing the mat—but she refused to tap. The ropes were inches away. With a guttural yell, she dragged herself to the bottom strand and wrapped her fingers around it. The ref forced the break.

“THIS is what it means to be champion!” Corey yelled.

Y/N hit a spine-shattering powerbomb. Iyo landed a top rope moonsault that nearly stole the match.

And then, with both women collapsed in opposite corners, the boos rained down.

Bayley. Dakota. Kairi.

Damage CTRL swarmed the ramp, yelling, circling like vultures, ready to tip the scales in their favor.

But before they could reach the apron—

Bianca. Michin. Zelina.

The crowd exploded.

The chaos at ringside had reached a boiling point. Michin launched Kairi into the steel steps. Zelina hurled Dakota over the barricade. Bayley’s furious screams were muffled by Bianca’s boot to the stomach. The referee, overwhelmed, didn’t even know who to watch anymore.

But inside the ring — it was quiet. Still.

Y/N stood in the center, chest rising and falling like thunder rolling through her lungs. Sweat clung to her jawline, her eyes wild but focused. Iyo, disoriented and staggering, tried to find her footing near the corner, her body trembling after the war they’d just waged.

One second… Two. And then Y/N moved. Not rushed. Not frantic. Methodical. She grabbed Iyo by the wrist and yanked her forward with calculated force, spinning her around in a tight arc until the back of Iyo’s head was perfectly aligned over the canvas.

The camera zoomed in.

Y/N stepped back — one step, then two — her boot scraping across the mat like the first drag of a matchstick before the flame. Her eyes never left Iyo’s skull. The crowd started rising again. The rhythm was building.

Boom. Boom. Boom. The echo of stomps against the mat. Like a countdown. Like a war drum.

She lined it up — one leg planted, spine straight, lips parting around a breath she hadn’t realized she’d held since Christmas morning.

There was a flicker in her expression. Just the smallest shift. Not anger. Not aggression. Something reverent. Something personal.

And then she struck.

Her boot came down like a guillotine from the gods, crashing onto the back of Iyo Sky’s head with flawless precision and unforgiving power. Iyo’s face hit the canvas with a sickening smack. The sound of it rang out like the final chord of a symphony.

The arena erupted. Not a cheer — a detonation. It was more than a finisher. It was a homage. It was a message. It was a moment. The stomp was so undeniably his. From the snap of her form to the vicious velocity, every inch of it screamed one name — one man — and the crowd knew it.

Kevin Patrick’s voice cracked in disbelief. “Oh my God—she hit it. She hit his move!”

Corey Graves practically stood up at commentary. “I can’t believe it—Y/N just blacked out Iyo Sky with the damn stomp! That was—that was Seth Rollins’ stomp!”

Y/N didn’t go for the pin right away.

She stood over Iyo’s crumpled form, chest heaving, hair sticking to her face, as the fans chanted in waves, a mix of her name and his. Her gaze flicked briefly toward the hard cam, and though she didn’t smile — didn’t wink or play it off — the knowing glint in her eye said everything.

This wasn’t for show. This was intentional. Then, slowly, with the crowd still losing their minds, Y/N dropped to her knees, hooked Iyo’s leg, and leaned in close.

One. Two. Three.

The bell rang. Her music hit. But the stomp was still echoing.

✧･ﾟ:*ᴵ’ᵐ ᵇᵉᵃᵘ ᵗᶦᶠᵘˡ (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)*:･ﾟ✧*

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Heelheatdaily: NOT THEM FLIRTING AND FIGHTING IN THE SAME BREATH 😭😭

LA Knight and Y/S/N in each other's faces again and somehow it's hotter than it should be??

She really hit him with the “you can’t even handle Roman, what makes you think you can handle me?” 💀🔥

#WWE #YSNRising #LAKnight #BackstageTension #ChemistryOn100

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sapphiresuplex: the tension is ILLEGAL. I’m sweating.

burnitdownbabe: LA Knight being flustered??? she's got that dog in her.

bloodlinebabyyy: Not him going full “you got trash taste in men but damn I’ll risk it all” energy 😭

pipedreamsphil: listen I’m Team Punk forever but that was hot and I’m not blind.

wrestlewivesunite: their enemies-to-lovers arc is writing itself and I’m not mad.

ishouldbesleeping: Punk somewhere punching air and doesn’t know why.

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WrassleObsessed: NO CAUSE THE STOMP??? TO THE HEAD???

She really said ‘This is for you’ to Seth Rollins live on SmackDown.

That was poetry. The way the crowd LOST IT.

#YSNRising #IyoSky #WWEWomen #ThatStompTho #BurnItDownEnergy #SethApproved

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burnitdownbabe: I screamed. She hit that stomp like a love letter.

curbstompqueen: it was the most beautiful stomp I’ve ever seen and I’ve watched Seth’s career since NXT.

troublelikeyn: That wasn’t a move. That was a statement.

ysngodmother: When she hit that stomp it felt like the universe aligned for .3 seconds.

bloodlineluv: everybody knew they spent Christmas together and then she hits that?? girl 💀

cmpunksbitterheart: Not me yelling “TRAITOR” and also crying at how gorgeous that stomp was

kevininfurcoats: Even the stomp was in character. The boots, the pause, the BOUNCE. She knows what she’s doing.

heelheatdaily: She stomped her like she meant it. Like she felt it. I’m obsessed.

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The moment Y/N stepped through the curtain, the sound of the crowd was still ringing in her ears — a thunderous, sustained cheer that had followed her all the way to the back. Her chest rose and fell quickly, adrenaline still pulsing as a stagehand handed her a water bottle and clapped her on the back.

“You killed it out there,” someone said — she wasn’t even sure who, but it made her grin.

As she walked through the maze of gorilla and production crew, people kept stopping her with congratulations. A few hugs. Some high-fives. Triple H gave her a proud nod from where he stood near the monitors. Zelina passed by on her way to another segment and grabbed her arm with a beaming smile. “Girl. That stomp? You knew what you were doing.”

Y/N just laughed breathlessly, still trying to come down from the match high. Her ribs ached. Her thighs were already burning. And yet, she felt weightless.

She finally rounded the corner to the locker room and was met by Michin and Bianca, both of them grinning like proud sisters.

“Okay, Miss Main Event,” Michin teased, tugging her into a hug. “I know that triple threat match is supposed to be the show of the night, but it’s gonna be hella tough to top that.”

“Yo, when you hit that stomp?” Bianca shook her head like she still couldn’t believe it. “Pam and I almost had to stop fighting out by the barricade. Thought somebody got RKO’d through the stage.”

Y/N collapsed onto the nearest bench with a groan, running a towel over her sweat-drenched face. “I was worried my leg was gonna give out with the way Iyo kept working it, but when I saw the opening…”

“You made the opening,” Bianca corrected, nodding with respect. “That was storytelling. You knew exactly how to get a reaction.”

Y/N looked up at her, still catching her breath. “You mean besides nearly blacking out mid-air?”

Michin tossed her a protein bar and pulled out her phone. “Oh, and by the way… social media’s already lost its damn mind.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, peeling the wrapper. “Already?”

“Oh yeah,” Michin said, swiping fast. “You’ve been posted by every fan page within a ten-mile radius. The LA Knight moment? Trending. The stomp? On loop. Someone already made an edit of the stomp with a slowed-down Burn It Down chorus in the background.”

Y/N let out a groan as she buried her face in her hands. “Oh God.”

Bianca laughed. “Girl, don’t act like you didn’t know that was gonna happen. That was a whole declaration of affection in stomp form.”

“I wasn’t thinking about—” Y/N started to protest, then paused, sighed. “Okay. I was thinking about it. But I didn’t expect people to, like… notice.”

Michin lifted her brows. “You stomped that woman with the same finesse Colby uses on his Monday best. Of course people noticed.”

Y/N slumped back against the wall with a small, tired smile. The only thing people didn’t know was that Colby wasn’t the one who taught her the stomp. “Great. Can’t wait to read the comments saying I’m the WWE bachelorette again.”

Bianca tilted her head. “Girl, you stomped someone’s skull on national television and then left with the title still on your shoulder. You’re doing more than being someone’s anything. Don’t let the noise water you down.”

That made Y/N pause. She took a breath. “Thanks.”

But back in Davenport Iowa, Colby’s focus was completely on the woman on his screen. He didn’t even realize he’d stood up. One moment, he was sunk into the couch with Kevin draped lazily over his legs, and the next, he was hovering in front of the TV like a man drawn to fire. The replay had already started — the moment.

Her moment.

Iyo Sky staggered upright, blood in her eye, exhaustion in every muscle — and then Y/N surged from the ropes like she had every right to be there. The way she moved, precise and poised, her body a blade honed by years of fighting and failure and rising again.

And then — the stomp.

A hush fell over the arena on-screen, only to be swallowed whole by a roar. The crowd came alive in a single, unified scream. And Colby… he felt it echo in his chest.

“Damn,” he muttered, lips parting slightly. His fingers twitched by his side, like his body wanted to feel what hers had just executed.

She hadn’t just used the move. She’d delivered it. Elevated it. Put her soul behind it.

It was the cleanest stomp he’d ever seen from someone who wasn’t him.

And she knew what she was doing. Knew what it would mean to him. Knew what it would mean to everyone watching.

“God, you’re good,” he murmured, almost to himself. His smile came slow, like it was being pulled from somewhere deep. That’s my girl, he thought, though he didn’t say it out loud. Not even to Kevin.

He didn’t own her. Hell, they hadn’t even defined what they were yet. But something in his chest burned warm and anchored.

Then he saw the LA Knight clip pop up on his Instagram feed when he opened his phone next.

Their backstage tension — inches apart, biting words, the electricity so thick you could cut it. And that look she gave as she walked away, the ghost of a blush on her cheeks.

Colby’s jaw tightened.

He ran a hand through his curls, suddenly feeling like the house was too quiet. Kevin perked his head up at him, curious, sensing the shift.

Colby exhaled slowly and shook his head. “Not jealous,” he said out loud, voice dry. “Not jealous. Just… aware.”

But it felt a lot like jealousy. Which was a surprise. Colby was used to being the confident one, the cocky one, the man with the girl on his arm.

But Y/N wasn’t a girl to be held onto. She was wildfire, and somehow, he didn’t want to control her — he just wanted to be the person she ran back to after burning down the ring.

And if other men were drawn to her?

Well, yeah. Of course they were. They’d be stupid not to be.

But only one of them had spent Christmas morning watching her make pancakes in his kitchen, dancing in stupid matching pajamas. And that had to count for something.

Colby sat back down, but the smile didn’t fade from his face — not entirely. It lingered in the corners of his mouth as the stomp replayed again, the sound of the crowd still ringing in his ears. She’d done it. She’d delivered that move with such precision and intent that he almost forgot to breathe. She was fearless. Unstoppable. And hers was the kind of magic that made him fall just a little harder every damn time.

But on the other side of the Midwest, in a Chicago apartment that still looked like it hadn’t been unpacked despite him living there for over a decade, Phil Brooks didn’t smile at all.

He leaned forward, forearms braced on his knees, eyes locked on the same footage. No sound in the room except the low hum of the TV and the creak of his own jaw as he clenched it tighter with every second.

She looked good. Too good. Comfortable under the lights, magnetic in the way only she could be — and when the camera caught her mid-strut, lips quirked like she knew exactly what she was doing? Phil hated how well he still recognized that look.

Then came the stomp.

It landed with almost surgical precision — one clean, devastating blow straight to Iyo’s skull. She’d planted that foot like she owned the damn ring. The crowd erupted, and he didn’t move.

He didn’t need to rewind it. He didn’t need to see it again. He’d know the feel of that stomp anywhere — because he’s the one who helped her perfect it.

And now?

Now the whole world was losing their minds over what they thought was a tribute to Seth Rollins.

Phil rubbed his mouth, dragging his fingers across the rough stubble on his jaw. He didn’t even know why he was still watching. Why his pulse picked up when LA Knight’s segment rolled again. Why his chest felt tight when she laughed — really laughed — at something that loudmouth idiot said.

He didn’t want to care. Didn’t want to feel any of this.

But the worst part wasn’t the jealousy. It was the fact that, for the first time in years, he couldn’t tell if he wanted to fight her, forgive her… or just figure out how the hell he’d let her get that far away.

✧･ﾟ:*ᴵ’ᵐ ᵇᵉᵃᵘ ᵗᶦᶠᵘˡ (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)*:･ﾟ✧*

Phil was already cranky.

He didn’t try to hide it — not when he stalked into the dusty training facility, threw his bag into the corner like it had personally wronged him, and ripped off his hoodie with a sharp tug that made the sleeve tear a little.

“This is why I don’t do tag teams,” he muttered, not for the first time. Or the second. Or even the fifth.

From the opposite side of the ring, Y/N draped over the top rope like it was a hammock, casually winding her wrist tape and watching him with all the energy of a cat eyeing a laser pointer.

“You’ve said that,” she said lazily, “a lot.”

“Because it’s true,” he shot back, his voice sharp and echoing in the quiet. “Tag teams are a waste of time. Dead weight. I don’t trust anybody else to do the job right.”

He glared over at her. “Especially not someone who thinks sugar cookies are a viable character trait.”

She scoffed, whipping the tape around her wrist. “Excuse you. Just because I enjoy a little sweet treat after a match, doesn’t mean I make it my entire character.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“And for the record,” she pushed off the ropes and began slowly circling the ring, hips swaying with deliberate ease, “I’m not the one sulking in the corner like a middle school kid who didn’t get picked first for dodgeball.”

Phil opened his mouth, a scathing retort already forming—

And then he looked up.

She was facing him now — full-on. Tight black shorts hugging her hips, an old oversized tee tied at the waist and hanging off one shoulder, exposing the glisten of sweat on her collarbone. Her legs were already a little bruised from drills, and she looked like she didn’t give a single damn.

She smiled when his eyes paused a little too long on her bare thigh.

That made it worse.

“C’mon, sensei,” she said, beckoning him with a finger. “Teach me your ways.”

He grit his teeth. Climbed onto the apron. Ducking through the ropes felt like surrender.

“I swear to God,” he muttered, “if you treat this like some damn So You Think You Can Dance audition—”

“I’ve never even seen that show.”

He eyed her. “Yet you give off such ‘please validate me’ energy.”

She gave him a sarcastic little bow. “Only from you, sweetheart.”

He cursed under his breath and stalked toward her. “You want to learn the stomp or not?”

“Depends,” she chirped. “You gonna actually help? Or just mansplain while staring at my thighs again?”

He stopped short. Blinked. “I wasn’t—”

“You were.” She smirked. “It’s okay. I’m flattered.”

Phil made a strangled sound in the back of his throat.

She turned away from him, bending into position like she hadn’t just said that, hands braced on her thighs. And when she pushed her hips back slightly — just enough to make sure he noticed — he almost walked out right then and there.

Instead, he stepped behind her.

“Your footing’s all wrong,” he muttered, and placed his hands firmly on her hips. “Your power starts from here. You need to widen your stance.”

He nudged her knees outward, guiding her weight down until her posture was solid. Then his hands slid up her sides, slowly, palms pressing into the curve of her waist to straighten her spine.

“You’re too upright,” he murmured, voice dipping low. “You want to feel it in your core. Not your knees. Control lives in your center.”

She was silent now. Still. Until: “Mm. You talk dirty to all your tag partners, or am I special?”

He froze. Then leaned in — lips brushing her skin, just below her ear, right where her pulse ticked like a warning. His lip ring ghosted against the base of her neck as he murmured: “Breathe out when you land. Push the air through your body like it’s a release. Controlled. Precise.”

She shivered.

“Was that also for alignment?” she asked, voice a notch lower now. Less teasing. More breathless.

Phil didn’t answer. He just stepped back.

“Again.”

She hit the ropes, bounced clean, and slammed her boot into the center of the pad with a stomp that echoed through the room like thunder.

Clean. Perfect. Fucking lethal.

Before she could think, she turned and launched herself toward him.

“I did it!”

Phil didn’t have time to react. She barreled into him, legs lifting as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He caught her automatically, instinctively — hands locking under her thighs, her momentum bringing her up and off the mat until he had no choice but to hold her there.

His breath hitched. She was laughing against his shoulder, flushed and beaming and victorious.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “You ever not throw your body at people?”

“Not when I nail something that hard,” she said, chin on his shoulder. “That felt awesome.”

Her breath was hot against his jaw. He stared at the far wall, hyper-aware of every point where her body was pressed into his. She wasn’t clingy. She wasn’t faking it. She wasn’t trying to impress him.

And that irritated him more than anything.

Because he wanted to impress her.

Phil slowly set her down, her feet hitting the mat like nothing had happened. He stepped back.

“I still think this tag team is a joke,” he muttered, voice rougher now.

“Oh, you’ve upgraded from disaster to joke. That’s improvement.”

“Vince must’ve been high when he signed off on this.”

“Or maybe,” she said slowly, tugging her shirt down and sauntering past him with extra swing in her step, “he just saw something you don’t.”

Phil’s eyes locked on her — the curve of her back, the strength in her shoulders, the confidence that wasn’t shaken even once by his constant jabs.

He didn’t trust her. Not yet. But damn if he didn’t want more of whatever the hell that was.

She glanced over her shoulder, saw the twitch in his jaw — subtle, but there — and smiled. “Careful, Punk. Keep looking at me like that and people might think you like working with me.”

She didn’t wait for a reply. She just hopped out of the ring, heading toward the lockers.

And Phil? He ran a hand down his face, dragging it over his mouth, feeling the cold metal of his lip ring press against his fingers. He muttered something about stupid tag teams and having better things to do. But it didn’t have the same bite anymore. Not now.

Not after that.

✧･ﾟ:*ᴵ’ᵐ ᵇᵉᵃᵘ ᵗᶦᶠᵘˡ (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)*:･ﾟ✧*

Y/N shoved a piece of fruit into her mouth as she ran back out into the hallway. She forgot she had a small segment with Damage CTRL and Bianca in the next couple of minutes. It was a simple backstage confrontation, Y/S/N putting Bayley and Iyo in their place. She utters apologies as she weaves in and out of the crowd backstage.

Once she sees Bianca, she knows the segment has already started. She stays as quiet as possible, careful not to give away her presence. One of the camera men nod at her, signaling that she’ll walk on screen shortly.

“But you Bayley on the other hand, you’re gettin’ a little ahead of yourself,” Bianca says sassily. “Because that little plan you talkin’ about. Yeah. That got a flaw. Because, um,” she clears her throat. “You’re not winning the Royal Rumble. Because I’m entering the Royal Rumble. And I can’t wait to KOD you over the top rope. See, what’s gon’ happen is that I’m gonna win the Royal Rumble for the second time. And then at Wrestlemania I’m gonna take back my title. And then, the Y/S/N era will finally come to an end.”

Before Bayley could fire back at Bianca, the camera shifted slightly, just in time to catch the confident, deliberate strut of Y/N rounding the corner.

Title glinting under the fluorescent lights, she slung it over her shoulder like it weighed nothing — though everyone watching knew exactly how heavy it was with legacy and dominance. Her smirk was slow, teasing, built from years of knowing no one could touch her at the top.

“Wow,” she said, voice smooth like honey laced with venom. “You say my name like it’s a curse, B.”

She winked toward Bianca, tilting her head. “You sure you don’t mean ‘Y/S/N era will go down as the most dominant reign this division’s ever seen’?”

The crowd just off camera erupted — a roar breaking from behind Gorilla as talent and crew watched the monitor like it was the main event already.

Bianca didn’t look offended. In fact, she grinned, folding her arms. “Oh, I mean it, sis. Don’t get it twisted. You’ve been killin’ it. Almost three years with that title? That’s legacy talk.” She stepped forward, the tension playful but still electric. “But you know how this works. Everybody’s time comes eventually. Even yours.”

Y/N looked her up and down, biting back a grin. “I’m not afraid of eventually. I just don’t think it’s showing up this year.”

That’s when Bayley let out a laugh — loud, sarcastic, and entirely grating.

“Okay, okay,” she said, stepping between them, hands up like she was trying to mediate peace. “Can we get real for a second? Because I’m so sick of the two of you standing here, throwing praise and shade like it’s a damn brunch buffet.”

Iyo stood silently behind her, arms crossed, gaze narrowed like a blade waiting to be drawn.

Bayley jabbed a finger toward Y/N. “You’ve been ducking real competition for months. Iyo had you beat twice and you needed a whole squad to help you keep that title. And now Bianca’s acting like she’s already won the Rumble when she hasn’t even entered the ring yet?” She scoffed. “Please. You’re all hype. Iyo’s the future.”

Y/N’s smile disappeared slowly, replaced by something colder, sharper. She stepped closer to Bayley, title gleaming like a second spine over her shoulder. “You wanna talk about ducking, Bayley? Where was this energy when I ran through half of your faction over this last year? Where was it when I pinned you in the center of that ring just two weeks ago?”

The camera zoomed in as the audience popped again backstage, a few staffers stifling grins as they watched from the sidelines.

Y/N leaned in, her tone dropping like a loaded gun. “Let me remind you. I’ve been carrying this division while y’all kept shuffling stables and failing upward. You think Iyo’s the future? I am the present. And until someone pries this title out of my cold, dead hands—” she looked to Bianca briefly, then back at Bayley, “—you’re just living in my reign.”

Bianca chuckled, even as she shook her head. “Girl’s got a point.”

Iyo stepped forward suddenly, the silent storm finally striking as she got in Y/N’s face, barking something sharp in Japanese. Y/N didn’t flinch — just tilted her head, unfazed, eyes locked with hers like they were already mid-match.

Bayley quickly wedged herself between them again, holding Iyo back with one arm while pointing at Y/N with the other.

“This isn’t over,” Bayley snapped. “Not by a long shot. Mania’s coming. And you will break.”

Y/N smiled again, all teeth now. She slung the title off her shoulder and held it up between them like a mirror they didn’t want to look into.

“You better pray I do,” she said coolly. “Because if I don’t… I’m walking out of WrestleMania still champion. Again.”

And with that, she turned on her heel, strutting out of frame as the camera lingered just long enough to catch the slow, deliberate roll of her hips — and the absolute chaos she left simmering behind her.

Y/N walked away from the aftermath of the segment like she didn’t just verbally slap half the women’s division into next week. Her title sat proudly on her shoulder, her boots echoing confidently through the hallway as the WWE crew made way for her.

She turned a corner and headed toward the one place that felt like home no matter what arena they were in — the Bloodline locker room.

Inside, the air buzzed with tension and anticipation. Jon was bouncing on the balls of his feet, shadowboxing in front of a mirror with one glove already on. Joseph sat leaned forward in a folding chair, taping his wrists in deliberate silence, while Joe was half-sitting on the armrest of the couch, surveying the room like he owned it. Which, to be fair, he kind of did.

Y/N cracked the door open with her hip and smirked. “Room full of danger and egos. Gotta be the Bloodline.”

Jon turned first, wide grin splitting his face. “Heeey! The champ is here!”

She strutted in like she hadn’t just thrown verbal grenades at Bayley and Iyo five minutes ago. “Damn right I am.”

“Watched that segment,” Joe said with a slow smirk, arms crossed over his chest. “You ate. No crumbs.”

“You already know.” She winked as she tossed her belt onto a nearby bench and leaned against the lockers. “Honestly, I should get hazard pay for dealing with Bayley’s loud mouth and Iyo’s death stare. At the same time.”

Jon chuckled, pulling off his warm-up hoodie. “You told Bianca to keep your name outta her mouth and told Bayley to sit down. That's peak Bloodline behavior.”

Joseph said nothing — as usual — but offered her a subtle nod of approval, which from him might as well have been a standing ovation.

“Where’s my hug?” Jon demanded, arms open.

“You’re sweaty.”

“So are you!”

She groaned dramatically and walked into his open arms anyway, letting him squeeze her tight before she jabbed him in the ribs. “You better not get all clingy when I’m gone.”

“You’re leavin’?” Joe asked, raising an eyebrow.

Y/N leaned down to tie her boot. “Yeah, I’ve got a 4 a.m. flight to New York. Some early press before the Rumble hype kicks in. Gotta go charm a few media outlets, pretend I’m not running on caffeine and attitude.”

“4 a.m.?” Jon repeated with a wince. “Girl, you’re a different breed.”

“Can’t help it,” she said with a shrug. “The grind loves me.”

Joe smirked, sitting up a little straighter. “Don’t let them soft journalists play you. They love asking dumb questions like, ‘What’s it like being the only woman in a faction full of men?’ Just hit ‘em with the stare and remind them you’ve been champ for three years.”

“I got this.” She popped a piece of gum in her mouth and offered them a lazy grin. “Besides, y’all are the reason they ask dumb questions. Look at you — tall, muscly, brooding… Joseph doesn’t even speak. He just vibes.”

Joseph blinked at her. Jon laughed. Joe shook his head.

“I ain’t brooding,” Jon said.

“You are,” Joseph muttered.

Y/N grinned as she slung her bag over her shoulder and grabbed her title again. “Anyway, I just wanted to wish you all luck. I know you’re about to go stir the pot in that triple threat match.”

Joe cracked his knuckles. “Knight, Orton, and Styles think they’re running something. Time to remind them who we are.”

“You gonna pop up on commentary again?” Y/N teased Joe. “Tell ‘em you run the table, the show, the whole damn company?”

He shrugged, his grin dangerous. “If the crown fits.”

“Y’all better stay safe out there,” she said, walking toward the door again. “And make sure Jon doesn’t do anything dumb.”

“Hey!” Jon called, offended.

Joseph stood now, tightening his gloves. “What time you land?”

“Around nine-twenty,” she said, already halfway out the door. “I’ll sleep on the plane. Maybe.”

“You won’t,” Joe muttered knowingly.

“Nope,” she called back. “But I’m still gonna show up lookin’ better than everyone.”

Jon leaned into the hallway, cupping his hands. “Sweet dreams, champ!”

She blew them a kiss over her shoulder without breaking stride.

“Kill it tonight, boys.”

The door swung shut behind her, and for a second, the locker room was quiet.

Then Jon clapped his hands together. “Man, I love her.”

Joe nodded once. “Don’t really gotta choice. She’s family.”

Joseph didn’t say anything. But he smiled.

✧･ﾟ:*ᴵ’ᵐ ᵇᵉᵃᵘ ᵗᶦᶠᵘˡ (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)*:･ﾟ✧*

The hotel was quiet when Y/N stepped inside, her footsteps muffled by the carpet and her body running on sheer adrenaline and exhaustion. Her duffel bag slung over her shoulder and title cradled in her arm, she fished her phone from her pocket and scrolled absently through the notifications blowing up her socials.

The internet was already on fire — clips of her dragging Bayley backstage, the stomp that echoed through the arena, fans calling her the true face of the division. A short laugh slipped from her lips as she hearted a few edits and slowed to a stop at her room.

She smirked, letting the screen dim as she reached her door — only to come to a full stop.

Because standing right in front of it, bouquet of flowers in hand and nervous energy practically radiating off of him, was Colby Lopez.

“Uh…” she blinked, confused. “I must’ve concussed myself. You are not supposed to be here.”

His head tilted slightly as that crooked smile tugged at his lips. “Nice to see you too, trouble.”

She gawked. “What the hell are you doing in Canada, Colby?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he said, nodding at her duffel. “Weren’t you supposed to be passed out with a protein bar and your title by now so you could sleep before your flight?”

“Don’t change the subject,” she said, stepping closer. “You’re supposed to be in Davenport. Or literally anywhere else.”

He shifted his weight. “Yeah, well… plans changed.”

“You flew all the way here tonight?”

Colby shrugged. “Caught a late flight. Got here like thirty minutes ago.”

She stared. “Why?”

He hesitated. And for a moment, she saw it — the flash of something in his eyes he hadn’t quite untangled yet.

He opened his mouth, then closed it, then let out a breath. “I… wanted to be here. For your first title defense of the new year.”

She folded her arms, heart thudding in a rhythm that had nothing to do with exhaustion. “You could’ve texted me. Or called. Or literally waited until morning. You showed up at my hotel.”

“I know.”

“You’re holding flowers.”

“I know.”

Her voice dropped, wary but curious. “Why?”

Colby looked at her — really looked at her — like he was still working through it in real time.

“I watched that segment,” he said finally, voice low. “With Knight.”

Her brow arched. “And?”

“And I don’t know,” he said quickly, biting down on the words. “I just… it got under my skin. The way he looks at you. The way he talks to you like he has a right to. I hated it.”

Y/N blinked. “Colby—”

“I’m not proud of it,” he muttered, eyes flicking away. “I’m not trying to be that guy. I just—” He ran a hand through his hair, messing up the loose bun even more. “I saw him in your space again and I… I didn’t want him there. I didn’t want anyone there.”

The silence sat between them like a lit fuse.

He finally looked back at her, jaw clenched like the admission physically pained him. “I don’t want to share you.”

Her breath caught. “Colby…”

“I know we’re not—this isn’t—” He gestured vaguely between them, like trying to categorize it would break it. “But I don’t like seeing someone else circle you like that. Not when I’ve been right here this whole time.”

The hallway felt smaller suddenly.

Warmer.

Louder.

She stepped forward slowly, dropping her duffel with a dull thud. Her expression was unreadable. Her heartbeat was not.

“I didn’t know it bothered you,” she said softly.

“I didn’t either,” he admitted, shaking his head. “Not like that.”

There was a beat.

She reached up, fingers brushing against the stem of the flowers still in his hand. “You got jealous.”

“Yeah.”

“You brought flowers.”

“...Shut up.”

She grinned.

And then she grabbed him by the hoodie, pulled him in close, and kissed him like the world could wait.

Colby made a low sound in his throat — surprise, awe, surrender — before dropping the bouquet entirely and dragging her against him like he couldn’t bear a single inch between them.

His hands were warm on her hips, then in her hair, lips parting against hers like this had been waiting in the wings all along — quiet, patient, aching.

Y/N pressed up onto her toes, fingers curling into his hoodie, heart hammering with every movement, every breath. His beard scraped softly against her jaw. His mouth was warm and demanding, but unhurried — like he wanted to memorize how she tasted.

When they finally broke apart, their chests heaved in tandem. His forehead touched hers.

Neither of them moved.

She exhaled, dazed. “That was…”

“Yeah,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “It was.”

She pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. “You’re kind of an idiot.”

He smirked. “I flew to a different country. I think I’ve earned that.”

“I wasn’t going to kiss you.”

He raised a brow. “Sure didn’t look like that.”

She laughed, the sound low and breathless. “Well. You were holding flowers. That’s basically emotional blackmail.”

He grinned, eyes crinkling. “So… what now?”

She paused, still tucked against his chest. Her fingers twisted into his hoodie like she wasn’t quite ready to let go.

“I don’t know,” she said honestly. “But you’re not the only one who didn’t want to share.”

And for Colby?

That was enough for now.

They stood there for another beat, wrapped up in each other, lips still tingling, heartbeats gradually slowing. His hands hadn’t left her waist. Hers hadn’t let go of his hoodie. For a moment, they weren’t champions, performers, coworkers, or complications.

They were just two people in a hallway at a random hotel., admitting something without saying everything.

And neither of them noticed the quiet click of a phone camera from the far end of the hall — a fan or maybe a hotel staffer caught mid-cleaning shift, frozen with wide eyes and a trembling grip on their phone, staring down at the blurry-but-undeniable photo they’d just snapped.

They didn’t speak. They didn’t move. They just scurried back around the corner in silence, already opening Twitter.

Because this?

This was about to break the internet.

And Y/N and Colby were too wrapped up in each other to have any idea.

VisionaryVixen_

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VisionaryVixen_: I was just trying to find the vending machine and walked into THIS. Y/S/N. Seth Rollins. A hallway. A kiss. Flowers. I don’t know whether to faint or scream but I took the photo anyway. You’re welcome. 🥀👀

#WWE #Rollins #YSNSZN #WHATDIDWEJUSTSEE

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wrestlingwithdrama: THE BAG. SHE DROPPED HER BAG FOR HIM. 😭 this isn’t a soft launch, this is a war declaration

bloodlinebaddie: First the stomp tribute and now this??? oh yeah, she’s his.

heelheat4ever: He flew in JUST to see her after defending the title?? He wasn’t even supposed to be in Canada!! That’s real main event energy 😭🔥

Punkscollarbone: Punk flipping off his phone somewhere in Chicago rn

Knighttimethirst: LA Knight seeing this after flirting all night: 😐

burnitdowndaily: Not Colby looking like a teenage boy in love after YEARS of teasing. I feel ill

yn&flairfan: She wins a brutal match, shuts down Bayley, drops a STOMP, and makes out with Seth in the hallway??? Queen behavior

tagteamtease: If this is what happens after a title defense… what’s gonna happen at Mania???

lipsandlineage: I haven’t breathed since this hit my feed. This is my Roman Empire.

[b33zlebubz]

RIGOR MORTIS | CHAPTER THIRTEEN

SIMON RILEY X AFAB READER | 18+ MDNI | MASTERLIST | AO3 PREV CHAPTER | NEXT CHAPTER TAGS: reader uses she/her pronouns, fluff angst & eventual smut, blood violence & death, suicidal ideology, slow burn, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, toxic workplace environment, flashbacks, implied past SA “Abandoned in a battlefield with the one person you thought you would never see again; you're forced to come to terms with the ghosts of your past."

FRIDAY APRIL 27TH 2024 MEXICO, 1600 HOURS

"How's Angel holding up?"

Price's voice cuts through the silence of the night, only backed by the distant sound of crickets that comes with the warmer, drier weather of the past few days.  Simon glances to his right where you're fast asleep.  You have been since the argument the day before.  He watches your chest rise and fall in a steady motion, lungs shuddering with the strained, but steady, effort of breathing.

You keep rolling onto your back in your sleep, occasionally muttering something incomprehensible in your dreams.  Sometimes, he can make out what you're saying, when you’re awake enough.  Occasionally it's his name or a request for water, but rarely is it a full sentence.  Every time you roll over Simon gently nudges you back onto your side.  Pulls the blankets further over your blistering hot skin.

Pneumonia, definitely.  Simon curses himself for not noticing sooner, the rapid decline of your health.  He's pissed knowing you pushed yourself so far just to care for him and the dead, of all things.

You've long discarded your shirt, your back shiny with a thick sheen of sweat, splotched with burns and bruises of varying degrees under the blankets. Once a day he’s taken to wiping a damp cloth over your skin, changing your bandages, keeping sweat off your wounds and the puncture in your side.

"Still breathin'...somehow," Simon mutters into the radio, quiet.  "She was tryna collect the dead.  Been getting worse, since.”

"Well…she's a stubborn one.  Never went down easy, doubt she ever will."

He huffs a breath of agreement, letting his head rest back against a crate with a long sigh.  Not once has your name left Simon's mouth since you both parted ways—leaving it in the past, tucked away in that part of his brain with Tommy, Beth, Joseph, and other memories that he deems too tender to touch.  Price is no idiot, though.  Simon doubts the few weeks where your records overlap are lost on him—even if he doesn't say anything about it.

"And you?"

Simon runs a hand over his tired eyes as Price's voice pulls him out of his thoughts, "hm?"

"Colonel said you're concussed.  Shrapnel from an explosion…or something."

The worst of the headache has passed, but the pain still lingers—making him dizzy if he stands too fast and blind out in the sun.  Everything else he barely notices.  He's been concussed before; too many times to count, probably, so the pain is familiar.  In the grand scheme of things, it is the very last thing on his mind.

"I'm fine," Simon assures him.  "Could've been a lot worse, all things considered."

"Good.  Couldn't find you when the smoke cleared—had to drag Soap out of the rubble to get 'em out of there 'cause he wouldn't leave without you."

The image of Johnny scrounging through rubble on an active battlefield for him makes Simon shake his head.  The Sergeant was loyal to a fault—that's for sure.  He figures you and him might've been friends if circumstances were different, if things worked out differently.

Maybe you already were.  Fuck does he know. 

Simon, for a second, debates talking.  He figures he might end up doing it anyway once he's home; healed, and out with the captain with a few drinks in his system.  He usually does, these days.  Now is not the time for weakness, however, so he bites his tongue. 

"It's all foggy," Simon mutters, frustrated by his own memory loss as he feels the bandages across his forehead.  "She found me, got me upright.  I doubt I would've made it otherwise."

Price scoffs.  "Your Guardian Angel, eh?"

Simon's heart aches something fierce again and his hand squeezes part of his pants into his fist.  When his throat is too tight to reply, Price changes the subject after a huffed breath from Simon and a long stretch of silence.

"Gaz says they were tossin' bodies into ditches."

Simon shakes his thoughts out of his head.  Back on the mission, he redirects his mind to the present.  “Affirm.  I was one of them."

The line is silent for a second.

"...You were one of 'em?"  Price confirms slowly.

"Yes, sir."

The Captain sighs heavily.  Simon can almost picture him lowering his head and pinching the bridge of his nose.  He can picture Gaz shaking his head and huffing a laugh at his side, maybe elbowing Soap to crack some joke.  Simon finds himself missing them, his squad. 

"Bloody hell, Lieutenant…"

"Hm," Simon's lip ticks upwards in dark amusement.  "Suppose somethin' about this country wants me dead."

"Eh, well, you certainly win the prize for worst luck out of the bunch."

"I expect somethin’ shiny for that when I get back."

Price chuckles, deep and raspy.  

"I figure we can get that arranged."

You stir in your makeshift bed, rolling over with a deep breath that rumbles in your damaged lungs.  Simon nearly jolts when your arm falls near his leg—close enough for your warmth to radiate but not enough to touch.  Your face is peaceful save for the slight furrow in your brow; suggesting your sleep might not be as restful as it is on the surface.  Your hair is damp with sweat and skin a few shades lighter than normal.  Still, despite your sickly countenance, Simon finds something in his chest still feels warm when he looks at you.  

It's then he realizes that fucking hell.  You've still got him whipped.  Years have passed and yet, still, he finds himself dodding after you whether he realizes it or not.  Warm from your touch, aching from your separation.  You brush your hand against his leg and it feels like you mine-as-well have shoved him with how his heart leaps.  It's almost pathetic, his hesitancy.  How just the ghost of your arm against his leg is so foreign and so familiar and so comforting all at the same time, and it scares him.

He thinks, maybe, you're the only person alive who can actually make the Ghost nervous.  Who can crack the mask with just a touch. 

Still, he shifts slightly closer, allowing you to rest against him.  Simon reaches out, smoothing your hair back and away from your damp forehead and you subconsciously lean into his touch, into his hand.

He reaches over for the radio again.

"Captain."

"Ghost."

Simon swallows thickly and takes a steadying breath before he speaks.

"Get here quick," he says, his throat tight.  "I don't think she'll..."

He trails off.  For a while, Price doesn't speak either.  Dread weighs heavy on the silence like each of your deep, labored breaths and the hum of a plane engine on the other end of the radio.

"We'll get you both back alive, Lieutenant," Price assures him sincerely.  "Promise."

FRIDAY APRIL 27TH 2024 MEXICO, 1800 HOURS

You stir, chest heaving in the night before his name leaves your mouth in a sigh so quiet he almost doesn't hear it at first.

"Simon."

His eyes flicker open immediately.  He shifts over, the stir of blankets loud in the quiet of the night, and Simon can probably count on one hand the number of times in his life his voice has gone so soft so naturally.  

"M'here, love," he says, his voice a low rumble.

He finds your bandaged hand in the dark, giving it a squeeze for good measure.  Your eyes blink in the darkness and he wonders how long you've been awake, looking at him.  Your hand squeezes back and a feeling akin to relief floods his chest.

"How long until Exfil?"  You murmur.

He checks his watch.  Time moves slow.

"They're still 48 hours out," he whispers.  "We'll get you fixed.  Promise."

You let out a small breath, your eyes squeezing shut again.  You pull his hand towards you and that warm something in Simon's chest twists just a little for the umpteenth time.

"It's fucking Mexico…"  you murmur, voice cracking slightly.  "Why's it so cold?"

Maybe it's the fact that he's half asleep, but he doesn't even have to think about what he does next.  Slowly, he sits up.  Your eyes blink open to track his movements as he shifts closer, a hand on your shoulder as he nudges you over.

You grunt, following his instructions and shifting over on your other side.  Carefully, he slides in next to you, placing an arm over your waist and tucking you close. 

"Better?"  He murmurs near your ear.

You relax, letting out a breath that rattles against where Simon's hand is tucked under your side—holding your injury.  His thumb brushes your skin in a light rhythm.

"Yeah…"  you reply.  "Better."

A moment of silence passes.  For a while, Simon thinks you might be asleep again, and his eyes begin to sink shut as well.  Right before a calm dark blankets his senses, though, your voice reaches his ears again.

"I'm sorry," you murmur, voice muffled by his clothes as you shift to be more comfortable.

“Hm?”

"For arguing," you reply, shutting your eyes again.  Warm now, you seem to melt in his arms, your shivering subsiding in his grasp.  "But also…everything else."

There it is again.  The sinking pain in his chest.  "Don't."

"Hm?"

"Don't apologize," he tugs the blanket a little more over your shoulders.  "Don't ever apologize for all o'that."

You fall quiet after that.  He's anxious now, keeping you tucked close to him—feeling the warmth radiate from your skin and the gentle beating of your heart against your damaged ribs.

You say something muffled and Simon sighs into your shoulder.  "Speak up."

"I'm not gonna die," you repeat to him, barely a whisper.  "Promise."

He purses his lips together.  You sound genuine, and your reassurance eases his racing mind a little—but his anxiety and aching heart persist, anyway.  His arm squeezes you a little tighter.  "Not gonna let you, love."

"Still," you murmur.  "Just thought I'd remind you."

He takes a steadying breath, deep and shaky as he gathers his bearings.  Instead of talking, he thinks.  Thinks about the past few years since you've both talked.  Thinks about Camp Viking, the first taste of peace Simon has had in decades.  How you're easily one of the few people who could ease his mind and body just by being.

Simon feels your breathing slow again, feels your shivers subside.  He presses his face into where your shoulder meets your neck and relishes in this moment—holding you again.  Protecting you again.  Letting you feel safe enough to relax your shoulders, your mind.  Allowing you to be weak, allowing you to feel loved.

It’s then that he realizes he doesn’t want to be alone anymore.

It's like you had lodged a knife in his heart eight years ago; giving him the choice to pull it out or sink it deeper, both effectively killing him.  Instead, he's only left it there to fester until the pain is only a whisper, only resurfacing when he can't sleep at night and the bed feels colder than usual.  He's grown used to the pain, used to the knife—just for you to come back and twist it, reminding him that after all these years it's still there.  

All these years—all the killing and blood and death—and his heart is still there.  Still beating.  He thinks, somehow, you might be the reason he suddenly wants to get better.  Try living again.

The thought keeps him up the rest of the night.

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: Light My Fire*

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Summary: Flashback. You and Joe are at LSU and so in love. Joe’s win of the National Title turns into a night you two will remember forever…

Warnings: smut

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Into The Mystic

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January 13, 2020

He did it. Joe fuckin’ did it.

After everything I’d watched Joe go through, from high school football to not starting at Ohio State to transferring, I got to witness Joe become a National Champion.

I'd never felt so proud of my boyfriend before, watching him hoist that trophy in the air as I cried in Robin’s arms.

“He did it!” - you cried

“He couldn't have done it without you sweetie. You're his everything.” - Robin

——

When Joe came to the family area, he first hugged his parents, him and his dad sharing such a sweet moment.

After their embrace ended, Joe turned to me, and in a matter of seconds, I was in his arms as he spun me around.

“I love you so much!” - Joe

“I love you more! You did it, Joey! I'm so proud of you.” - you

My words were mumbled as I was yelling them into his neck, but Joe understood every word.

“You know I couldn't have gotten this far without you? Thank you for everything, baby.” - Joe

“Thank you for letting me be a part of this journey. I'll follow you wherever you go.” - you

I pulled away and looked into his eyes, seeing that they were a little misty.

“I love you more than life, y/n.” - Joe

The embrace with Joe lasted longer than anticipated, like a whole five minutes, and I could sense eyes on us.

When I pulled away from Joe, Robin had a slight eyebrow-raised expression, wondering why Joe hugged me longer than her. She understood a little bit because she knew Joe saw his future in me.

“Hey, you're still spending the night with me, yeah?” - Joe

You'd be able to hear the smirk in his voice without even looking at his face like I was now.

“Yes. Why?” - you grinned

“I'm feeling some celebratory…” - Joe

My eyes went wide when Joe whispered the word sex.

“Joseph! Your parents are right behind us.” - you

Joe laughed at my worriedness and looked around to make sure his parents weren't watching us. The next thing I knew, Joe slipped his hands down to my ass and pressed his lips to mine.

When we broke apart, Joe licked his lips and showed me a devilish grin.

“You might wanna take a power nap when you get to my place, it's gonna be a looong night for you.” - Joe

Soon, Joe was walking away and back toward the locker room entrance, leaving me stunned.

——

I didn’t know how long I'd been asleep or the fact that I'd been asleep at all when Joe walked through his apartment door.

“There's my girl.” - Joe grinned

Joe dropped his bags and made his way over to the couch, quickly crawling on top of me with a smirk on his face.

“My national champion.” - you smirked

I watched Joe’s eyes turn dark as the nickname left my lips.

“Say it again.” - Joe

“My national champion.” - you

“Fuck.” - Joe grunted

He dropped his hips to where they were against mine and slowly started grinding himself into my hips.

“Wait-” - you

Joe immediately stopped.

“What?” - Joe

“Do you… have a cigar?” - you

“I got a whole pack of ‘em, why?” - Joe

“It sounds weird to admit out loud, but you looked so hot smoking it earlier.” - you

The smirk that formed on Joe’s lips was purely cocky.

“You want me to smoke one while we make love, huh baby?” - Joe

“Please, Joey.” - you

Joe nodded and crawled off of me. I watched him walk over to his bag and pull out a box of cigars. He sat them down on the kitchen table and quickly pulled all of his clothes off.

The sight of Joe putting the unlit cigar in his mouth while completely naked might be the hottest thing I've ever seen. With his perfect arms, torso, shoulders, thighs, and hard-awaiting length, my eyes didn't know where to look.

If I could grab my phone and take a picture of this sight, I would, but there were too many risks.

Joe laughed without even looking up at me.

“Take a picture, it'll last longer.” - Joe

Did he read my mind? What the hell?

Doing as Joe said, I picked up my phone off of the end table and snapped a picture.

“You're a work of art.” - you

“Thank you.” - Joe smiled

Joe walked back over to the couch and plopped down next to me, handing me the lighter in the process.

“Light it.” - Joe

“I- how?” - you

My brain was scattered just by the pure sight of Joe. He was like a drug.

Delicately, Joe reached out and grabbed my hand, directing it toward his throbbing cock. My pulse reacted when he spit into my hand and wrapped it around his length.

Next, Joe directed my other hand - the one holding the lighter - to the cigar held loosely between his lips.

“Atta girl.” - Joe

Now the cigar was lit, and Joe looked more perfect than ever.

“You know how to stroke a cock, baby. I don't gotta show you how to do that too, right?” - Joe

“N-no…” - you

“Then get to it.” - Joe

Feeling kinda awkward for some reason, I slowly started moving my hand. Joe seemed to appreciate it, though.

The look of Joe’s head thrown back with the cigar in his mouth had a gush of wetness seep into my panties.

“Oh god.” - Joe groaned

By now, I was feeling more confident and was able to stroke him faster.

“Use your mouth- please.” - Joe

His please came out as a whimper, and I gladly did as he said. Moving my head down to take Joe in my mouth, he was gone in just a matter of minutes.

“That was so good.” - Joe 

I was out of breath and already feeling pain in the back of my throat from Joe’s swollen cock hitting the back of it.

“You okay, beautiful?” - Joe

“Mhm.” - you

“You sure? Was I too rough?” - Joe

“No, you were perfect like always. I want you so bad.” - you

Within seconds, Joe was on top of me, his cigar only inches away from my face.

“God, I want inside you.” - Joe

“Please do.” - you

Joe didn't waste any time, and soon I was getting lost in the feel of his thick cock moving inside me.

“You feel so good- so fuckin’ wet.” - Joe

Nothing was better than this, being able to be so vulnerable with someone and yet feel so confident. Joe made me feel so many different feelings.

“You do- too. Joey.” - you moaned

Joe came first, which never happened. He was always making sure that I finished before him because my pleasure was the only thing on his mind. Tonight, though, was Joe’s night, and I was trying my hardest to make him feel like the champion he was.

Basking in the post-sex bliss, Joe lay on top of me, his head on my chest as my hand rubbed over his back.

“I'm so proud of you.” - you

“Thank you for always believing in me. Throughout high school, at Ohio State, and when I transferred. You were always there in the stands and on the sidelines. You've been one of the biggest reasons why I didn't give up. I know nothing I can say will show how appreciative I am, but just know I love you so fuckin’ much. More than the championship win.” - Joe

I ran my fingers through Joe’s hair and repeatedly kissed his forehead, my throat tightening and heart soaring at each word leaving his mouth.

“I've been there since the bleached blonde hair, seen you through two mullets, and I'll be there till you're fully grey or bald.” - you

“I hope I don't go bald, I'll get a toupée.” - Joe

Busting out laughing at his less-than-serious statement, Joe and I’s laughs joined together to make a beautiful soundtrack of the night.

At one point, Joe was almost asleep, but a knock on his apartment had us both wide-eyed in panic.

“Joey!” - Robin

“Your parents are here?!” - you whisper yelled

Joe jumped off of the couch and started putting his clothes back on, I ran into the bedroom when I heard keys jingling on the other side of the door.

“They're probably already sleeping. I forgot I had a key.” - Robin

Thankfully, I was in Joe’s bedroom with the door shut when Robin got the door open.

“Oh, hi son…” - Jimmy

“Hey guys! Didn't know you were coming…” - Joe

“Surprise! Where's y/n?” - Robin

“She's, uh… just got out of the shower.” - Joe

Jimmy laughed, and Joe looked at him with a narrowed eye look. His face saying, what are you laughing at?

“So you two were celebrating?” - Jimmy

“Uh… what do you mean?” - Joe

“Son, your shorts are on inside out and your shirts backward.” - Jimmy

My shoulders dropped in annoyance as I listened to the conversation from the bedroom. So much for not getting caught.

I facepalmed as Joe stuttered out an excuse, but Jimmy and Robin only laughed. If his parents didn't know we had sex before, they sure as hell do now.

Damn it, Joe!

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Authors note: idk what to put

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[thesizeofyoursoul]

So no Assad for SDCC ? What are your thoughts on this ?

I'm very open about my concern and frustration regarding how AMC, media outlets, and the fandom treat Armand/Assad sometimes, and I think the complaints are totally valid. STILL, there might be some reasonable reasons why he's not there yet:

We know they don't shoot episodes in order. Last season, they kicked production with episode 5.

I think I saw someone saying that it takes something around 10 days to get an episode done.

Right now, we know about Sam, Jacob, Joseph, and Gopal (Fareed) traveling to Toronto, which I assume is all about IWTV and not coincidence. And we know Sam and Jacob are already filming.

TVL covers different timelines, from the late 1700s to the 1980s, and different places, like Lestat's life in Auvergne, Paris, his trips around the world with Gabrielle, a period in Greece (with Marius) and New Orleans.

It makes sense that one or two of the first episodes they shoot have little to no Armand (like 2x05 and 2x06 had little to no Lestat). It adds up, because Lestat only meets Armand after he is turned into a vampire, in Paris. And, most of their time together is spent in the 1700s, there's only one scene that's more "recent", which is Armand in New Orleans before Lestat goes to his long sleep.

It's possible that the first episode(s) they shoot cover Lestat, Louis, Daniel and Fareed in present time, with the tour stuff, before the big concert when Akasha awakens (I can see that being the finale and, when that happens Armand HAS to be there) and his life with his family, Gabrielle and Nicki before meeting Armand. Considering the episodes take around 10 days to film, and apparently they started on 07/01, Assad might only show up by the end of this month. Still, it shouldn't take too long, because Armand is a huge part of TVL so he should have a lot of work to do and logistically, it should be better to take advantage of Joseph being there already?

So, I can see the schedule of production being 3x01, with Armand being absent because he's MIA in the present time and flashbacks of Lestat's human life in Auvergene before they meet. Maybe two episodes without him, because we could have episode 3x02 being about Lestat and Nicki in Paris and Lestat being turned. And from 3x03 on, Lestat, Gabrielle, Armand and Nicki in Paris, after Lestat and Gabrielle leave and travel the world together, Armand can still appear on flashbacks with Marius, probably that big angsty Lesmand moment in NOLA, there might even be some early stages of the Devil's Minion chapter and the finale probably ending with the big concert.

My personal opinion is that Assad should be on set at least in late July/the very earliest of August. Also, they do film stuff indoors, so we might not catch him as soon as he arrives. But if we spend, like, three months without seeing him, or knowing he's in the UK, on vacation, or doing another project while they're shooting in Toronto, Prague, Paris, or a different place, then I'd say there's probably something up and very wrong. Right now, the situation is frustrating based on how they handled promo for the past months (and there's no justification for that), but him not being on set or the SDCC panel can be explained (for now). If it lasts too much longer, it definitely CANNOT. Let's just be alert and keep our eyes open. I'm also waiting to see if/how they'll acknowledge Armand with SDCC posters, the panel etc. Plus, I hope people that attend the event ask questions about him, wear shirts and/or whatever is possible to remind everyone there how much the character and actor are loved.

[solifloris]

:D SERVER'S OPEN!!!!!! this will make zero sense for anyone who goes under the cut i just needed somewhere to liveblog so youll see this post get updated sporadically and it will probably be just filled with keysmashes LMAO

[jumpy bouncy noises] ITS LOAAADDDIIIIINNNGGGGGGGGGG

Lord help me and my internet for loading this slowly its like watching a snail </3 IMSTILL BOUNCING BUT AT WHAT COST. AT WHAT COSTTTTTTT

so close yet so far...

75% YOU CAN DO IT YOU CAN DO IT IM CHEERING YOU ON GO GO GO OG GO GO

WHY IS IT STUCK AT 92% WNFKJW HELP

[secret agent voice] i'm in 😎😎😎

WHY?!

HWHDHWHHDHWHEHWHWHOOAAAAAHHH?!?! ITS SO PRETTY 😭😭😭😭 NOW THAT ITS ACTUALLY ON MY SCREEN

OOUUUU IM SO EMO RN

*PATHETIC WHIMPERS* 😭😭😭

ok ok ok ok ok ok. STORY TIME

oh my poor mc.... fellow chronic nightmare haver...

FUCKING EVERRRRRRRRR WHEN I CATCH YOU EVERRRRRRRRRRRR <- automatic reaction after one (1) ever mention

WHAT THE HELL????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

ohhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDHFWKJSEDNGKJVHNDKFJHBNKJDFNCXKJVMF "is the new fleet colonel defying the hunters association" HE'S NEW????????????? AND HE'S DOING WHAT NOWWWWWWWWWWWW??????????????

WHAT ARE WE DOING WHY ARE WE IN THE UNIFROMFSKJGNJDK "ROOKIE" IM SCREAMINF

why IS the fleet investigating a crime scene.... is that what they do??? why are they involved im crying

"prohibiting hunters from investigating" oh I GET IT. OK BRO

oHMYGOD JENNA

omfg the AUTHORITY QWHFNVKDJGHJ GOOSEBUMPS.CHILLS.

"concerned about the confidentiality" FLASHBACKS TO THE CALL WITH CALEBGVBDKF IM SOBBING SO HARD RN

"jenna shows a rare instance of exasperation" SORRY JENNA T^T

JENNA YOU'RE LITERALLY MVP OMFHGKEJRSNDFKJG I LOVE YOU HUHUHUHUHUHU

i like how, realistically this wouldn't have been possible,,, bc military is super strict about the info they have on cadets,,, like omg if they did that w the military academy here there'd be hella price to pay HWJSKFNVSKJDFBUT SUSPENSION OF DISBELIEF !!!!!!!!

SHE'S FUCKING WEARING IT 😭😭😭😭😭😭 HUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHU😭

"butting heads with the association" GHWEJSKDGNVKJEDFKJGH SMOOTH MF YOU THINK YOU'RE SO SLICK...................

"don't poke your nose in places where it doesn't belong" yeah that's an accurate representation 😭 authority and position mean hella. if you're just a cadet... a rookie at that... you don't get to do much if they say you can't 😭

I FUCKING CHOKEDHKEJRHGNKJDF THAT'S LUKE'S VA?????????? IM CRYIN RNHYGKEJDG ID RECOGNIZE THAT IN A HEARTBEAT 😭😭😭😭😭

I CANT DO THIS I CANTHFVWKJSD IM JUST SEEING LUKE WHAT THEY CANF DO THIS TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I KNNNOOWWWW THE TWINS ARE JUSTTT SIDE CHARACTERSSSS BUT COME OOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

😭

OTL OTL OTL

sorry anyway. back to regular programming.

WAIT

HIS EYES. HIS EYES ARE SO. WEHKJGDHVKHSKDFJGHVKEJDFNGKJVDNFKJGHNVKJNKGVJDNKFJCNVKDJFNJKGHDKFVNKDJF HOLY FUCK

"UNFORTUNATELY FOR THEM, I ALREADY DANCED WITH DEATH ONCE." SIR. MARRY ME

OH GODDAMMIT I CANT STAR LINES YET COME OOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

haha he used limitless. /jJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ

I LOVE HOW WE STARTED BOTH CALEB'S AND SYLUS' DEBUT CHAPTERS WITH MURDER LIKE YES. GET EM BOYS

THE WAY HE

THE WAY HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

THE WAY HE FHEKJSDRNKJFGHKDJRHWIPED THE BLOOD OFF OF

OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

"maggots" hELP HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THIS CAPTAIN DUDE

OHM YGOD

HE HGERKJSDKGJSD THE FUCKINGKRHSDKGJ TOM CRUISE-

IM CRYIGNSDKFJ SOHARDF

FUCKHDFKJGHFUKCING HELL WHY IS

HES SO GODDAM ATTRACTINVERKJG

WAIT

joseph.........

"his voice... sounds familiar." NO SHIT GIRLIEHGKBJDFHXKGJBNKDFJNV

STOPESHGKJSHK "I'D RECOGNIZE YOUR VOICE IN AN INSTANT" APPLIES TO BOTH OF THEM 😭😭😭😭😭

HES SO FUCKING HOT BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

the tone of voice the. the GAZE. the WORDS. the. EVERYTHING. hejkfhWHFDSJ HE CARRIES HIMSELF WITH SUCH. COLD. RUTHLESSNESS

AND HES SO. SMART. HES SO. HES SO

OUGHHHHHHHHHHHHH HIS BRAIN

FUCK IT I WANF HIM

OH SHITGNVKDFSJHGKD WE'RE TALKINF ABOUT COGNITIVE DISSONANCE OHMYGOFHSKJDFH CALEB I FUCKING LVOE YO U

HIS EVOL IS SO FUCKINF POWERFUL

OH MY GODHFEWNKJDSNKGJNVKJDFNXCKVJDNMFXKJGN

OHH MYGODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

CALEB YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

"the order is cold, and everyone snaps out of their daze."

*SWOONS*

OMYGODWHGSKSKJD SHE RECOGNIZES THE EVOL 😭 THE FLASHBACK IMSOBBINGS O HARD RN

"it's not because i'm scared. i heard this voice before. i know this voice."

SCREAMING CRYING THROWINF UP

"no need." "I'll do it myself." IIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMYELLINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

[ R E S T ]

I NEED A MOMENF WAIY

..

ok back to regular programming.

"can you really be called a small fish?" OH HE'S TEASING HER 😭

IM ABOUT TO SOB IM SOBBGINKRJDFHKJGKDVJFHKJGOHHYMGOD THE WAY HE REVEALED HIMSEJFKSHKJDF THE HAT THE HAT THE

"show some respect to the farspace fleet's colonel." SIR YES SIRRRRRRRRRR

i cant believe i cant star his lines yet. i already have a collection in my head

. MY GIRL'S DELUSIONALHGKJWHSDKJGHKSJD I GET IT. I WOULD BE TOO. I FEEL YOU MC. I FEEL YOU.

"watch your mouth." SIR

OH THE EYES. THE GAZE HE. oh hes losing it. oh hes trying so hard to act calm. oh caleb you absolute fucking puppy

"smart move." LET ME STAR HIS LINESSSSSSSLET MEEEEE STARRR THHEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

KEJHRGKJHWKJRHG I CANNOT WITH HIM HES SO WHGJDVKJH THE KABEDON THE. THE NECKLACE. THE WAY HE'S LOOKING AT HERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR IM SOBBING HES TRYING SO HARD. YOU THINK YOURE SOOOOOOOOOOO SLICK CALEBBB. ITS NOT WORKINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG I CAN SEE YOUR YEARNIIIINNNNNGGGGGGGGG

"i... i miss him." IM SOBBING SO HARD

"do what you're told, and don't cause any trouble." SIR YES SIRRRRRRRRRRR

"be obedient, and it will be over before you know it."i need. immediately. to hear this line in japanese. IM PLAYING THE ENTIRE THING IN JAPANESE LATER OK HOLDON. he calls us a good girl i know it I JUST KNOW IT I KNOW HE DOES.

IM FUCKING WHEEEEEEEEEZIIIIIIINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG THE BATON FHKJSDHKJGHS HE'S HAVING SO MUCH FUN I CANT WITH HIM OH CALEB YOU'RE NOT SLICK AT ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

HE'S BEEN WATCHING HER THIS WHOLE TIME 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 IM . I CANT DO THIS HE'S SO CONCERNED HES USING THIS AS AN EXCUSE TO ASKHER OHMYGOD HES SO PUPPY. HIS EXPRESSION. HES SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

NOT THE WAY HE JUST GOES :D

"did i scare you? :(" IM GOING TO CRY YOURE SUCH A PUPPY

the more pathetic he gets, the more i love him. let it be known.

THE HUG THE HUG WE GOT THE HUG OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

MC'S VOICE ACTING 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 TOP TIER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM ABOUT TO SOB WITH HER AWWW WHAT THE HELL THGKWJSDKJ MY HEART

STARTS SOBBING CRYING THROWING UP

CALEB YOUUUUU 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

WE GOT A LIL APPLE PATPAT 😭😭😭 IM SOOO 😭😭😭 WHAT THE HELL I LOVE HIM 😭😭😭😭😭

SOBBING CRYING ON THE FLOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 WE HAVE A SECRET SPOT 😭😭😭 OMIGODDD 😭😭😭😭😭😭

oops ok image limit. PART 2 OF MY INCOHERENT YELLING IN THE REBLOGS <3

[tending-the-hearth]

"the chosen" season 5, episodes 6-8

oh i'm hurting that this is the last of the chosen until next year with s6 i need the next season IMMEDIATELY

spoiler free review:

this is the first time a finale of this show has left me completely and utterly speechless. s5 is a masterpiece, and once it's released on their website, i will be watching it over and over again bc i'm going insane about this

this is the BEST season they've done by far, and i cannot wait for the final two seasons

now for the spoilers!!

episode 6 starting with Jesus saying someone will be tray him and everyone immediately getting emotional what if i die

jesus seeing john the baptist????? hello????

NICODEMUS MY BELOVED I LOVED THE CONTENT WE GOT OF HIM

he wants to help but he's also so so worried

ohhhhh mary pleading with a pharisee to help jesus vs judas conspiring with a pharisee against jesus i'm going to cry

NICODEMUS' SCRIBE MATTHIAS BEING THE APOSTLE WHO REPLACES JUDAS OH I'M KISSING THE WRITERS OF THIS SHOW ON THE MOUTH I KNEW HE WAS IMPORTANT

judas i'm going to step on you but i'm also obsessed with how they did his reasoning for betraying jesus, either way Judas will find out if Jesus is the Messiah

mary mags my love

THE ZEALOT WE MEET WHO ZEE TALKED TO IN SEASON 2 AND WHO WAS IN THE TENT CITY ENDING UP BEING BARABBAS I KNEW HE WOULD BE IMPORTANT

episode 6 starting with the washing of the feet i will sob

GOSPEL WRITER MARK IT'S HIM MARK MARK MARK MARK THE LITTLEST GUY EVER HE'S JUST SO HAPPY AND EXCITED OH I ADORE HIM IMMEDIATELY

ohhhhh thomas being os unsure of jesus washing his feet and his guilt still eating at him

little james asking if jesus is sure????? and jesus kissing his feet when he's finished??????

peter my beloved he's still so silly even with how sad everyone is

kafni we're going to fight

each apostle getting their own flashback to their lives before Jesus while making their way to the upper room

baby faced apostles and more importantly BABY FACE THOMAS OH I NEED TO SQUISH HIM

crying about getting to see how jesus met thad and little james and oh he loves his first two disciples/apostles so dearly and thad and l james immediately clicking and thad just having so much affection for jesus

peter saying "never underestimate that kid" about thaddeus oh god he's everyone's baby brother and they love him so much

episode 8 starting with my favorite guy <3

during thad's flashback when jesus is calling him, and jesus listing the reasons for thad to follow him, and it flashes through all the apostles and the women and every scene from the previous seasons literally summarizing the events i'm going to throw up

jesus telling that he's going to be part of a family and it shows little james and mary and thad at mary's first shabbet they're the siblings ever actually

just I LOVE THADDEUS I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING HE'S MY FAVORITE GUY AFTER JOHN

i actually adore that thaddeus got a big focus at the start of this episode, it works so well highlighting the first apostle who met jesus

"let me know when your chest hair goes grey, oh wait, you have none" ATTICUS STOP BEING SO FUNNY

all of the apostles being ont he verge of tears this entire season is the most relatable thing, they are me i am they

the agony in the garden was SO well done

jesus having a vision of abraham and isaac????? during the agony????? before asking god to spare him????

jesus seeing ezekiel??????

oh my god jesus going to his trio and finding them asleep and it switches to show them as little kids curled up and asleep together and jesus just looking at them so fondly???? oh my god????

JOSEPH SHOWING UP AND COMFORTING JESUS OH MY GOD I SOBBED THAT'S HIS BABY OH I WAS HOPING FOR THIS TO HAPPEN OHHHHHHHH BELOVEDS

JOSEPH SAYING HE'LL BE WAITING FOR JESUS JUST KILL ME IT'LL HURT LESS

the apostles' expressions when they realized that judas was the betrayer, they all looked like they were physically in pain

the season ending just as judas kisses jesus' cheek dallas jenkins i'm in your walls

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WAIT ANOTHER YEAR FOR THE NEXT SEASON WTF

[bekaterrier]

It's that time of the week again! Happy Audio Drama Sunday! Still traveling so still listening to a bunch of different podcasts.

Residents of @proserpinapark Ep 37 - Devilish Lovers: A quick episode this week! It's interesting to hear about myths and mythical creatures that are so similar across different cultures. It was also good to get even the tiniest mention of the Park in NJ. Looking forward to everyone coming together at some point!

Give Me Away Episode 5 - My Body Is Your Body & Episode 6 - This Is My Home: Ep 4 ended on a cliffhanger so where do we start with ep 5? A flashback of course! It was actually so interesting hearing what had been going on since the beginning with so many of the people in Red Camp. Then in ep 6, finally getting to hear how Graham interacts with his new companion. The Innovator certainly seems like an interesting person, and I'm sure their dynamic will continue to evolve. All the while, Jamie is in the background sowing chaos!

@camlannpod Episode 6 - The Sheep And The Goats & Episode 7 - Under The Hill: All I'd heard about Camlann was its connection to Arthurian tales, so I was not expecting the shift to Greece. It was so good and interesting though! I don't know why, but I hadn't thought about what other stories would have come alive. It certainly makes you think about which other ones might be out there. As soon as Perry started talking about fairies I knew to expect some trickery! They were so adamant about Dai coming back (even though he was not storied) that it made me wonder... Then some of the hints from the fairies... All leading up to to that big reveal!! Ahh!!

@midnightburgr Welcome to the Horizon Part 6 - Back to the Black: I was giggling and kicking my feet for the first 20 minutes... Just let Verge and Deidre be happy!! It's always fun hearing Verge be a badass though. Poor Deidre, constant emotional whiplash over the course of just a few hours. Her whole world just turned upside down several times over. Aside: The music this episode was fantastic!

@starsfellradio S1 & S2 re-listen: When WTSF was releasing S3 last year, my brain would not cooperate and listen. With the traveling I've been doing recently and the burnout recovery, I've finally been able to get back into it! I, of course, had to re-listen to S1 & S2. It's so good. Ed and Lucy's growth and evolution together, the wild incidents that keep happening, the fantastic music that starts coming in during S2, Michael the archangel getting domesticated... Love it all.

Where The Stars Fell S3 Episodes 20 - 23 & Forgive Me! Crossover - Forgive Where the Stars Fell: The countdown to the rapture has started! The first four episodes of the season cover a lot - Ed learning about new abilities, Lucy finding Joseph's coat of many colours which hides her wings, slime mold comes to life, an unconventional evangelist comes to town, a body swap episode, the Dave Matthews Band incident, a chili cook-off, and a promposal! Gosh I love this town. I also wanted to shout out the crossover with Forgive Me! because it was such a fantastic, fascinating episode. We know Ed has been dealing with a lot since finding out she's the Antichrist, and this was such a great opportunity for her to really voice how's she's feeling about it all, especially the Big Guy.

Case Study: IREC-A59 Episode 5 - Contact *Terms and Conditions May Apply: We have contact! They can finally understand each other! And thanks to that, we're starting to get more info about both sides of this story. 13 other intelligent species; humans have developed warp travel! ; the captain is super protective; the council may not be letting the humans go anytime soon...

@starfallpod Act 1, Scene xiv: Hearing the bits of Mariette the Fourth adapted as Candyette the Fourth was fantastic. I would honestly love to see a full version of either performance! I love Fel and Leona together, but it's nice hearing Leona start to speak up for herself. And now we're off to solve a mystery! Who could have done it, I wonder...

[nalyra-dreaming]

is there any official confirmation for levan not returning or is it just a rumour? because i can't find anything. he said some problematic things but he also said that lestat is his favourite character and seemed to be excited about season 3 so i wonder what happened. also, directors don't really have much influence in the tv series so i don't think it will make that much difference. i'm more worried about hannah.

No, there is just the scheduling issues Ari reported - but then again, I'm not even sure we have "official" casting announcement for Joseph Potter by now? We sure as hell didn't have it when they filmed the flashback scenes for s3 😅, so "official confirmation"... (unfortunately) does not mean much to be totally frank.

We will have to see, and will likely, soon, at some point IMDB or similar sites will update the episodes and their directors after all, as before.

As per influence... I do think it matters and shows in the "product", if the director understands the material they're doing there. As said before, some of Levan's did rub me the wrong way there, especially since he said he was a fan of the books.

But, it is what it is. And as per the writers... I do think s3 will be make or break for a lot of people, and not "just" because of the handling of Lestat's backstory. But through the setup they chose the shift from Louis to Lestat will also be very grating for some.

And s3 will tell if they will be able to pull that shift off.

[buffyfan145]

I got the first 2 episodes in of "Rings of Power" s2 and they were amazing!!! 😀 Worth waking up at 5 am to watch. LOL I still got ep 3 to watch and will this afternoon, but need to get my thoughts out here behind a cut, but so happy with s2 so far. Not tagging all the characters, as it seems to think too many is spam, so hopefully this goes in the tags and I talk about most.

First off, I loved seeing Sauron's backstory in ep 1!!! 😀 I mentioned before in my other posts that I'm a fan of Jack Lowden's and it was great getting to see him after the version Adar knew. I only expect Jack back in flashbacks if he's able, even more so seeing a new interview with Charlie this morning assuring fans that he won't be recast. The whole prologue explained so much about what happened with Adar, and then Sauron reforming eventually into Halbrand. Also confirmed he really was going to Númenor on his own, and his meeting with Galadriel really was by chance so those theories he planned it all along were wrong.

Charlie's doing amazing too both as Halbrand and now as Annatar. I loved all the shoutouts too to "The Silmarillion" and other 1st Age stories about him, including him being The Lord of the Werewolves and able to talk with that wolf. Then the Bible references as we knew about the Annatar transformation scene looking like Jesus and angel paintings, but also the "Let My People Go!" scene fit with Moses and especially the "Prince of Egypt" movie, which I love too. But also realized at times they way they're doing (and Tolkien wrote) Sauron rising from nothing to being aids to kings is so similar to the Bible story of Joseph, and the musical "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat" (which my high school did an amazing version of that music my junior year of high school LOL). So I loved all of this and everything we saw with Celebrimbor in ep 2.

Then with Galadriel!!! 😀 OMG, first I have to mention about those Haladriel scenes!!! We knew the rings were going to connect them, as well as their mental bond in general, but now she's seeing visions and knows Sauron is in Eregion and saw him there. Plus, hearing him call her name in that vision, and confirming that she can read his mind, and him hers (as he knew the rings worked). Then the big one where Galadriel confessed to Elrond about how she feels about Halbrand/Sauron (and still used his Halbrand name) and it clearly was showing us that she fell in love with him by using that flashback to the "I felt it too" scene, and that's why everything that happened and being deceived hurt her so much. And Elrond knows now, which is why he and Gil Galad are being like that to her now as they don't trust her around Sauron anymore and think she'll turn. Loving that we're getting scenes about Haladriel even if they both are actually in the same place.

Then I loved the scene with the rings and showing they are good and worked to help restore the elves. Absolutely love Círdan too and being a mentor to Elrond. Him talking about more 1st Age characters and their flaws was great too. LOL

The storyline with The Stranger, Nori, and Poppy is great too. He's got to be Gandalf. I thought this the whole time but every scene I see of him just confirms it to me.

Pretty sure Ciarán Hinds' character is one of the Blue Wizards. The show did supposedly get the rights to use the Blue Wizards stories that Tolkien wrote in "Unfinished Tales" and one of the 2 Blues went evil in the 2nd Age in Rhûn, similar to how Saruman did in the 3rd Age. So I'm pretty sure that's what we're seeing him and that he found a cult with the Mystics.

Then loved seeing more with Durin, Disa, and the dwarves. It's setting up Sauron/Annatar giving them the 7 rings, and the making of the Doors of Durin too. Also very cool seeing Narvi too and the female dwarves having facial hair similar to more male elves having long hair (this didn't bother me like it did other fans but cool to see them add it). Though also really sad about the singing not working.

So now getting ready to watch ep 3 this afternoon and I saw from the description that it involves other characters we haven't seen yet from s1, and then I'll be caught up till ep 4 next week.

[missmarveledsblog]

LEAD ME TO YOU PART TWO

Summary: while eddie is gathering his shit together the past becomes too much for reader

Warnings: PTSD , flashbacks , angst , fluffy

Nervous was probably mildly putting how eddie felt , confessions of love or even interest never went well . Once a girl said she loved God too much back in high-school and only time he did get laid was in secret. This was whole new territory especially when it was one of the most important people in his life to. He stayed in living room almost taking it in one last time putting the movie in absentmindedly just as she walked into the room .

" what we watching or still a surprise" she asked smile on her face not a real one he could tell instantly.

" what's wrong , don't give me shit about its nothing spill it pretty girl" he said pausing it.

" it's just three years ago today we got out of the upside down" she sighed.

" almost gave wayne a heart attack, shit it's been that long already" he shook his head.

" I never thought I was getting out of there" she smiled sadly.

" shit sorry I didn't think we can do something else sweetheart" he held her hand hoping she didn't notice him wiping the sweat from them beforehand .

" no the movie will be good which are you going to tell me" she asked.

" come on lets just watch" he winked hitting play .

" it's a surprise" he added only leaving out it was surprise for himself hoping harrinton didn't give him some creeps porn stack returns.

" ok let watch" she smiled brighter as the movie started . Eddie was never religious bar his usually blasphemy taking lords name in vain was as far as it went but now he was thanking Mary jesus Joseph and that ass that carried them .

The opening as the old man holding the pocket watch telling the kids ghost stories around the open flame. He could give a shit what was happening just the fact he didn't fuck it up or steve fucking him up . While eddie was enjoying his slight win as the movie progressed the woman to his side was anything but the moment the colours faded she was trapped instantly in a living nightmare . Movie she'd seen a few times now had reality flickering into a place she never wanted to see again . Her apartment seemly draining of its colour fog and dust adding to the now gloom environment. She was calling for help almost screaming yet same time she was paralyzed in fear. Breathing picking up ,she couldn't hear anything all sense in her body felt like she was back there.

He heard her breathing first that hitch of breathe that made him chuckle ready to taunt her.

" hey your not.... hey what's wrong princess come on" he called only she stared forward glassy eyes and fear on her face. A familiar sight and yet was so different to venca's curse . Whatever was going on he knew it was human or least he hoped it was. She wasn't answering him. He ran but not away he ran to her phone almost slamming into the thing .

"hey family video where all your ...".

" harrington I need your help man" .

" i'm not leaving work to get you condoms man" he chuckled.

" it's y/n something wrong man I can't ... she's not responding" he rambled in his panicked state.

" what do you mean y/n not responding ... oh shit" Steve curse followed by a struggle.

" munson what's wrong with my kid" hoppers voice rang.

" she's sitting staring at nothing scared I can't get her to respond , it not drugs before you say it".

" i'm on my way" was all he heard before the line went dead .

It wasn't that long til door open hopper and steve coming in as nancy , jonathan Robin and Joyce followed after.

" living room" he called as they came in looking as he held her hand rubbing her face.

" we were watching the movie and she just went like this" his voice filled with fear as movie kept playing.

" shut it off ... hey sweetheart it's dad , come on follow my voice " hopper called crouching before her knowing exactly what was wrong . Back when they were found first Dr Owens spoke of will having ptsd he listened knowing the girls would also be going through it .

" put radio on it might help" nancy spoke up as eddie rushed and sounds of Metallica blared through the apartment.

" come on baby girl, fuck sake munson real music not this shit " hopper yelled.

" hey this is real music" he countered.

" dad" her voice rang out .

" hey yeah it's me" he smiled sadly wiping her tears .

" oh dad I thought I was back there" she sobbed . " the movie then fog" she babbled through her tears .

" shit I didn't know sorry sweetheart" eddie felt the guilt hitting him instantly . " I gave it to him" Steve huffed .

" no ones faults it happens" joyce patted their shoulders.

" I should of checked" eddie looked over as she held onto hopper afraid to let go . " I should of warned you also the dude that rents that well not on cinematic movies he watches" Steve winced .

" great I could of traumatised her with porn too" eddie whined as Joyce looked at two men.

" I needed advice and she was coming out so steve gave me stack of videos" he explained .

" I checked the receipt and seen" Steve added .

"Porn would of been better" he huffed only for a clearing of a throat ." harrington gave it to me sir , chief Jim, Mr hopper ... please don't kill me or send me to jail im too pretty " eddie gulped.

" she wants space so let go ... except you" he finally said looking at eddie . " call me if you need me" Joyce kissed her head . " us too" nancy hugged her. " sorry for traumatising you" Steve winced .

He closed the door as she stared up at her ceiling .

" hey how you feeling " he asked slowly walking over.

" sorry I ruined our night we can watch a different movie like" she grabbed the bag before he could even warn her. Eyes widening at the titles when she looked up at her best friend. " why do you have a bag of porn" she hiccuped.

" oh god tonight was a disaster not cause of you by the way that was my fault" he chuckled flopping down beside her making the little smile appear on her face.

" doesn't explain the porn pal" she snorted. " that's on harrington , big boy grabbed a random pile" he laughed . " who's watching the fog and a time to thrill" she laughed louder at the title making his inside turn to goo at the sound.

" hey princess that is a classic , a" he gasped making her laugh harder pushing him playfully . " why the abuse my dearest princess it's for an acquired taste" he held his hands up. " I am sorry for the first one though If I knew I wouldn't have" he said more seriously.

" it's fine I mean it's not your fault at all blame the lab and shit for that one" she smiled weakly.

" no if I wasn't so concerned on advice to tell you how I feel and actually looked at what I was taking you wouldn't had that attack thing pretty sure im going to jail or dead with your dad too " he winced unaware through his rambles what he has said. " a trigger movie and porn jesus maybe i should go to jail" he added.

" how you feel ?" she asked softly making him freeze.

" who said that?" he played dumb unable to even look at her and considering maybe jail was good .

" don't play dumb" she rolled her eyes.

" ok well .. yeah here it goes you can do it munson don't look at me... I've been in love with you probably since the moment I met you and I didn't know how to tell you so I went to the biggest hopeless romantic I know, harrington told me just to be myself and I did which resulted in your having a panic attack and a bag of porn" he dryly chuckled.

"Like love me more than a friend?".

" more than a friend but understandable if you want to get a restraining order" he joked trying to get his heart to calm the fuck down . Before he could even think of moving her lips crashed against his , it took him a minute to process the action but once his brain caught up he completely melted in his spot holding her close to him .

" I love you too ... more than a best friend" she smiled head on his shoulder .

" shit maybe I did die " he held his fingers on his pulse.

" you didn't die asshole" she rolled her eyes head lifting to see him smiling wider than ever pretty sure his cheeks would spilt.

" I gotta be asleep and dreaming then ... oww" he yelped as she pinched his arm.

" nope not sleeping" she batted her lashes.

" oh you little shit " he pounced on her caging her to the sofa below as his large frame cast over her. Her eyes looked up playful energy long gone as she looked at him in admiration and love.

" you know something that one man show made me find my way to the trailer park , ever since then I play that song constantly because that song lead me to the best part of my life , that song lead me to you " she said before her lips where on his .

[itsthesaltshack]

Dislyte personal timeline/ will be pinned

*if you feel my interpretation is wrong THAT IS FINE

This is how I interpret this fucked up timeline

I'm going to be constantly updating this and if anyone wants me to add something or I got something wrong please tell me

*I took a lot of creative liberties with this and added false dates so I will be bolding the ones where the dates are completely correct

*I can promise that the years are correct other than when Yun chuan has his transformation because that is extremely unclear

timeline (to fit canon):

2010- narmer and cang ji unearth the Raya/rhea legand that compiles deities and powers and whatnot

*I genuinely have no idea where I got the 2010 date it's either I gaslit myself or I saw it on Twitter / Facebook

Before 2012- somewhere the the war that would become the battle of utgard happens

* Zhou Hongs event- if we assume the second year of the job where he became an esper was him joining the military then it would be a reasonable assumption to make that the war could have been a thing then.

1/6/2012- a big half buried purple rock is dug up. Experts find that it's glowing and unlike anything they've ever seen

3/8/2012- funny purple rock is studied and a research expedition is planned

21/10/2012 2:00 am utc- the miracle rises and the first miramon appear

*revealed by multiple times stated by how everything started in 2012

13/3/2014- Abigail girl bosses Jin yuyao's family

*revealed by a flashback in rulers law

10/4/2014- fu shi meets his big titty goth gf

*revealed by fushi in dream of redemption

12/5/2014- Joseph dies , Leon L

*revealed in Hilda's event

9/6/2014- LIAN WTF WAS THAT/cube miracle appears

9/6/2014- Hannah dies lol take the L hyde

*revealed in Lian's event

?/?/2015- founding of the esper union

*line in inescapable fate

2016- embla doesn't have a very good time/ Jiang man doesn't have a very good time

7/12/2016- Hyde seemingly starts a pharmaceutical company and generally is doing better (plot twist he started the shadow decree LOL)

* in Fu shis careers he joined in 2017 and at the end of dream of redemption Hyde said he was in the process of founding the SD*

1/1/2017- su jue gets tf out of tangton

*line in yu ran event

?/?/2017- chaos miracle spawns

*line in yu ran event

?/?/2017- Jin Qiu commits murder

*line in cell block chaos

?/4/2017-yun chuan goes to jail :(((

*it can be seen in Yun chuans signed confessional

?/?/2018- rip Archibald

*offhand line in Mavis event

?/?/2018

Lü Shang gets his teaching job

13/10/2019 - Yun chuan death sentence

*sorry the new event confirms he spent two years in prison

* one of his files in truth unveiled talks about when he "died" exactly

?/?/2020- chunhui academy students become mercenaries

2020- shadow over oreville the last event happens

11/2/ 2021 - beginning of Mateo's bullshit

*line in immortal fire

?/?/2021- chunhui academy becomes deserted

1/6/2021 - Mateo fucking kills a man

*based on the different time skips that happened which I calculated from the beginning time of February 2021 that was specifically given to us in immortal fire

2022- su jue girlbossing event (and yu rans bullshit ig)

*because of line that states that the chaos Miracle appeared 5 years ago I'm choosing to believe that everything here is taking place in 2022 despite the comment about yu ran's age

27/3/2023- burning of the union, marks the shadow decrees official independence

*offhand line in burning glimmer

2023- garrison incident (rip ikkis dad:( )

15/5/2023- javid causes the death of hundreds of people and gets arrested I shit you not this is what happens

*offhand line in javid's event

?/?/2023- ollies mom dies in a lab accident (massive skill issue tbh)

?/? 2023- Ollie's dad takes a massive L and dies (w to Leon)

*probably a line somewhere in celestial anomaly 3

2/1/2024- espers become more common due to the shackled miracle

?/?/2025- Hazlitt gets destroyed

*offhand line in desparado

5/6/2026- Liam escapes from the union like the chad he is

*offhand line in devouring beast

6/10/2026 - Lu yi makes biggest mistake of his life by meeting Brewster

*offhand line in desparado

2026- idk what fumis doing BUT SLAY IKKI

19/12/2026- Ollie's bullshit

1/2/2027- brynns bullshit ig idfc

6/5/2027 - qius bullshit

24/12/2027 - truth unveiled

Onwards:

Event stuff vaguely taking pace after Brynn but also somehow in 2027

Sigh

2028-

-Fumi again with Fu shi

-Chu Yao's massive L

-Amir and Fatimah's shit

-Mavis

-oh shit elif's shit

- the second chaos miracle expedition

[beekeaper]

CBS WATSON THOUGHTS

First things first: I decided not to read any other people's opinions about the show until I formed my own

Some theories to check out after the first episode and the rest of the season for me to have some fun with:

Some considerations:

- From the same producer of Elementary:

This is a guarantee that Watson is in good hands. Elementary has the best-written version of Watson, Lucy Liu's Watson is not an extension of Holmes or an accessory to the narrative, she has her own individual plot, she is a detective as capable and good as Holmes, they complement each other, orbit each other, the Holmes & Watson dynamics in Elementary is beautiful, the companionship, friendship, trust and love between them (CANON). THE BEST

CSB will have an excellent new Watson for sure.

In defense of Elementary

In the trailer, we can already see Watson's kindness, care and empathy, as well as his determination. How dear he is to his patients and his team. Very in canon.

- a medical show:

Both Doyle and Joseph Bell were doctors, so if the show is going to focus on the medical aspect, it still makes sense. As valid as it is to compare it to House, H&W "in real life" were doctors, so it's okay if they're not detectives. (X)

Theories and speculation:

- Holmes is a doctor.

The clinic is named after him. Like House, he was a “Diagnostician”, he will be more like Dr Joseph Bell who occasionally, being a doctor, sometimes was consulted by the police on some cases. My bet would be that Holmes was also a doctor, and had some cases with the police as well, more in a forensic way.

- The Irregulars

Just like in House, Watson has his own team. Would they be Dr. Watson's Irregulars? One of them may be Wiggins

- Watson wrote a few books

I don't think this was the first one Watson wrote.

It's either fictional or it's Holmes' medical cases, assuming he was a doctor.

- The Fall

Watson jumped after Holmes into the waterfall. I believe he is the first Watson to do so.

Either Holmes really died and Watson will find him in the water OR there is no body and it will be Watson's main plot throughout the show whether Holmes died or not.

Characters

Diogenes Club? Is Mycroft a woman in this version?

The old man wearing the beret (?) appears a second time in the trailer, with Watson. They smile and talk. And who else would wear such a specific kind of HAT if not Holmes himself?

I can't see shit but I think it's a beret, or this old man it's Holmes or Moriarty.

Moriarty will also have a part in the plot, based on his point of view of what happened. (X)

Need it? No. If it is a medical plot, it could place Milverton as Holmes' enemy.

Doyle wrote Moriarty in the story to kill Holmes, it's not like it was something super developed. Did he traumatize H&W? Yes, but there are more interesting criminals to explore and be used as Holmes' enemies. I'm tired of Moriarty

In the book, Holmes says that the type of criminal he hates the most are blackmailers; CAM traumatized the hell of BBC Sherlock and the public (me), is one of Granada Holmes' best films, and can be use in the subtext to explore various aspects of the canon and theories.

Elementary failed a lot with Moriarty, probably because CBS couldn't afford Natalie Dormer, but despite that, we had a replacement for Moriarty who was Odin Reichenbach, who served blackmail, betrayal, conspiracy, threats and almost destroyed Holmes and Watson's reputation. Maybe the new Moriarty will be really good this time.

Maybe Moriarty is also a doctor, or who knows he runs the pharmaceutical industry.

Other considerations:

At first I thought it would be a classic "we are not going to see Holmes’s face or hear his voice until the very end" but after watching the trailer again, I'm going to bet on flashbacks. Even though it's the best adaptation of all, it's going to be hard to sell the series without Holmes appearing at least sometimes. But also, no need to be like CW Arrow

Delusional me:

THEY WERE MARRIED, WATSON IS A WIDOWER, Mary is just a friend, and I hope they are not absurd cases like House. 🕯️

[mysadblacksoul]

Let's talk about Clancy, eh? (plus the livestream)

So I'm watching the livestream (the vod) and I decided to share my opinions about each songs!

without the first 4 singles

But tbh I think I'm an Overcompensate girly, that before hearing the rest of this album this is my top 1

With Backslide as a close second

Wait why should I increase my volume

Oh that's why

It was a trap

Okay Midwest Indigo, let's go I'm so ready

What an outfit Mr Joseph

Omg it's so bouncy

JIM

JENNA

I love the shouty lyrics

This MV is so goofy what the hell

Okay so it's so happy, so funky I love it!

The drums make want to do a lil dance

Hope the next one won't be sad

Yes Tyler, this song will go so hard live, I agree

And yes, put Josh on the mic!

Routines In The Night everybody

Oh so it's the rap one?

It's much less bouncy, but I can still tap my leg to it so I'm fine

You think that this is like the sister song to Ode To Sleep?

The chorous is so catchy what the hell

Yes! Give me those adlibs!

The dances, the visuals, the face card that never declines

What is he eating for Lord's sake

I can't pay attention to the songs when every time one ends those fools pop up on my screen again lol

"not every video is gonna be lore based" my ass

Wait so Routines is not lore oriented? But I see so many references :((((((

Vingette!

So it's a crowd's favourite? Aight

Oh it sound so nostalgic

More rap? okay, okay

Omg the vocals????

It's so different, like I can't predict where are we going with the beat

The bridge is so out of place but so in place???

What is going on

No but I see why they like it, for sure

God I love all the Joshes in the MVs

So Jenna's version will have another MV?

Sounds fun!

Oh it's soft version

So this is a fanmade mv for Jenna, how cute

No for real it is emotional, but in the best way possible

This version is filled with so much love, I can't even explain

The flashbacks to the young dudes? I might cry too

Yeah I se the vision. Like The Craving does feel more "right" played on the ukulele. It gives it much more emotion!

Now you just bully him lol. Tyler has two hands to hold two ukuleles, this is lore guys

Lavish whoo!

Before we start why the hell is the title of this song the only one written in different font in the lyric sheet in the CD, huh?

O damn man in black, get it I guess

The vocals are so dreamy, so different

Another leg mover

Why all of this songs are so catchy are you putting crack in it or what

It's also very chill so far

I also really like the use of the strings, it makes the song more full!

It kind of sounds like a movie soundtrack? Or is it just the MV that makes it feel this way

The silliest MV so far lmao

And seeing the amount of work that went into it makes it even better

And now Navigating!

I have to stop myself from looking for lore

I'm 3 seconds in, why it already sounds like a bop

This might be my new favourite song from this album

The electric guitar? With the synth? 11/10

The chorous is so amazing, simply

Will the bridge be sad or will he scream

Oh come through with this bass

JOSH ISN'T REAL THEORY WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE WE IN THE FOREST FIC

Where did he go irl lmao

No for real it might be my favourite now, sorry Overcompensate

The Bandito one is the real one, write that down

NO I THINK I JUST GOT IT, THE WHOLE LORE MAKES SO MUCH SENSE NOW

What the hell Tyler, we have such a different taste then

Snap Back let's go!

What is going on

I'm like a second in

Oh no, it's broken

Instead of Snap Back premiere we have the premiere of Next Semester (ukulele version)

I'm not mad at all

Okay, let's go for real this time

Oh it's so dreamy

So this is the MV with head shaving lmao

BACKSLIDE, I heard that everyone

The drums are really shining on that song

And I love the contrast between low tone verses and more melodic, high alibs in chorous

The bridge seems sad I fear

Or are we picking up the tempo?

Nah we are putting more adlibs now!

Even better

Oldies station better be nostalgic

And quick question before we start, what the hell did you do to Josh?

Is this ballad?

Soft, fun and with funky vocals!

The lyrics are so beautiful, god

Omg Josh lmao

What a contrast to the song lol

Oh we are switching

I don't know how to justify it, but it feels like such a twenty one pilots song

Like it just makes sense for them to make it

I really like it

Honestly At The Risk Of Feeling Dumb sounds silly from the start

So is the MV

I really like the rollercoaster of the vocals. They are kind of all over the place, but still makes a lot of sense

It's the beat drop on the "drop"

Oh rap some more sure!

Why does he want to fight in every MV

Very fun, very chill and then you have the post chorous that are hard hitting

Love the contrast

Am I crazy or did they use kalimba in the end? I might be wrong tho

That's so sad that we are already finishing

One last track

Paladin Strait whoo!

I'm afraid that this one will be the sad one

The tears producer

The heart clencher

The ukulele strikes back

Love those low vocals

It's a song to sway this time

The drums strikes back

I don't know why it kind of sounds like the end of the western movie. Like after the good ending the cowboy is walking towards the sun, you see my vision?

This song is full of hope, so amazing

God the lyrics sounds like Clancy is finaly free

I might cry

It sounds like good ending to the trilogy

So it feels like a scam

It's too good to be true

But I don't know, maybe after all the ending of this story is good for all of us

What, is the silence in the official audio or is it just the end of the livestream

NO WAIT THERE IS MORE

no

wait guys no

FPE?????

WHO THE HELL

IS IT BLURRY

WHAT THE HELL

Now I need the MV to see what the hell is going on

The End

Nah, I'm not leaving you like this

I still think that Navigating is my fav from the new songs

But I'm gonna go listen to the album some more and then decide for sure

It's a good mix of everything, very twenty one pilots style

I just wished for more rage and screaming, but we need to be calm sometimes, I get it

There isn't a song that I don't like, that's for sure

So yeah! This are my feelings, thoughts (and prayers)

Give me your favourite song in the comments!

[meowmeowriley]

I have a question about the fist chapter of the rabbit ghost fic. What’s the situation with Simon’s family? In cannon, his nephew is called Joseph, not Jason, he doesn’t have a sister and I’m pretty sure his mum had a different name. And they were dead.

I don’t want it to seem like I’m angry about this, or that I’m accusing you of forgetting/not knowing his backstory. I’m just curious as to why you made the change as it was kinda unclear :)

(Excited to see where the story goes btw!)

You have a good eye 😉

I did change things, though it's worth noting that the backstory for Ghost that most of us use, with Roba, his brother Tommy and nephew Joseph, is really only confirmed Canon for the original Ghost, from 2009. I will argue, however, that the events of the flashback mission in the mw3 reboot do point towards that being reboot Ghost's backstory too, but I know plenty of people who disagree with me on that. 😅

All this to say, I believe that the backstory from the comics is Canon for both 09 and 22 Ghost. Anyway!

In Canon Ghost only has one sibling and one nephew. Buuuuutttt since in this story they're rabbit shifters, it made more sense to me to give them their huge family of 12 siblings, and an absolute fuck ton of nieces and nephews for Ghost. Tommy and Joseph will still be in this story, don't you worry.

Hope that clears things up, and you stick around for more! I'm working on the next chapter ❤