#if anyone wants to write this: you have my permission

[sweaterkittensahoy]

As a dog owner myself, this drives me fucking bonkers. Because, first and foremost, forcing retail workers or friends to put up with your dog when you have not previously agreed to do that is bullshit. It's rude. It's uncaring. And, especially in retail spaces, it makes shit harder for people with service dogs.

We recently went to a yarn store that had previously been welcoming to all dogs. We took Bean because we'd been able to before. There was a sign on the door saying "service animals only."

So, Sean and Bean went back to the car while I did my shopping.

Because we're not assholes, and our dog is not required to be the center of everyone's fucking universe.

I do NOT bring Bean to anyone's house without first gaining permission because that's fucking rude. No one's ever turned us down, but if they did, fine. It just puts a minor limit of how long we can stay since she'll need to be crated while we're out of the house, and we prefer she not be crated for more than about four hours if we can manage it (she has proven she can be crated up to eight hours if necessary, but we would rather not make her do that on the regular as it is not the regular routine).

She is a very dog-reactive dog. We keep this in mind in all places we bring her. She is less reactive if we pick her up, but if she starts barking before we can, we have to make her follow the rules of "You fucking know you're not supposed to be acting like this" before we can scoop her, and it's stressful to everyone. It's why she is NOT allowed in houses with other animals because she will bark at any other dogs and try to fight any other animal. So, we won't even ask if we can bring her if we know you have animals, and we will ask if you have animals and let you know she's an ass if we don't know.

I'm not writing this out as a "Haha I'm so much better at dog ownership than you idiots." I'm writing this out because I think Sean and I do a good job of wanting to be with our dog but also not being dicks to other people, and these are the ways we keep that balance. If you don't want my dog in your house, that's 100% fair. It's your house. She can hang out safe and warm in the crate while we enjoy your company.

If you come to my house, you know we have a dog, and if you don't want her to cuddle up on you, we will do our best to keep her from deciding you are something to sleep on. Yes, it's her house, and she's our pup, but you are also our guest, and it's our job to make sure you are comfortable. We're lucky she prefers to sleep with us when people are staying over, honestly. It takes a whole issue out of the equation.

Also, shout out to @infiniteeight8 who is great at refusing to let Bean do whatever she wants because then it lets us watch Bean go into 'cat mode' in order to get pets. Basically, Bean will do all her cute dog shit to try and get pets, and inf will go, "No. Not interested." and Sean and I will distract Bean away as well. But she will always try again, and Inf will refuse again and make it clear she's not into it, and finally Bean will just lay down next to her, and Inf will go, "Yes, this is good. Be a cat," and pet Bean, and then the rest of the time Inf is visiting, Bean will just go cat mode to get the attention she wants.

But the only reason it works is because Sean and I, as Bean's people, reinforce that Bean doesn't get to do whatever she wants just because it's her house. You are responsible for your dog, and part of that responsibility is not forcing your dog onto other people.

We gotta do something about the way dog owners behave. No other pet owner is just bringin the pet wherever the fuck they go all the time but for some reason with dog owners they think its fine if they bring their dog to the gym and taco bell and whatever. And you invite a dog owner to your house where youve got your own pets youve got your dog and your cats and whatever it is you have and this dog owner shows up at your door like "oh i brought my dog i hope thats okay hes so sweet youll love him" and it is always the most untrained poorly behaved agressive animal that has ever lived. And we all have to pretend like its acceptable behaviour well im sick of it

[jinxvex]

hiii!! i love ur abby hcs 😭😭😭

pleasee write abt abby and like the reader touching herself when shes not supposed to and abby has to punish her 🙏

♱ numb. ♱

mm!! yes me thinks!!

syp: abby punishing that p***y wbk...!!

cw: nsfw content!!, daddy kink (oops!), mean!dom abby, sub!reader, lots of degradation and rough treatment (yummy), finger-fucking, vulgar language/dirty talk, bdsm-ish elements, squirting, cunt slapping, slight choking!!

to put things simply, abby anderson owns you; every aspect of you. your heart, mind, body, and soul belong to her and you quite like it that way. you like the control of it all—the feeling of your brain shutting down and having someone who loves and cares about you take the reins. she lifts the weight off of your shoulders and holds it up whilst she plunges her cock into the deepest parts of you to awaken something so pleasurable that you melt away.

not to mention the other times she uses her tongue to lick the stress away—her fingers to press the negative thoughts and energy from your body forcing orgasm after orgasm out of your poor, achy little cunt. although, there is a layer of gentleness.

she’s holding back.

at times, you want her to fuck you until you’re numb. you want her to fuck you until the only thing spilling from your mouth are incoherent little pleads and moans for her to slow down and take it easy on you.

nevertheless, she doesn’t have many serious rules regarding your sex life. but! there is one that she’s been extremely adamant about from the start of the sexual part of your relationship which, hadn’t begun until fairly recently. her only rule as of late:

“don’t touch yourself without my permission, got it?”

knowing the extent of her rules or lack thereof, sparked some sort of disobedience within you—a craving to be ravished and punished and to push her so far beyond her limits that she has no choice but to punish you and ruin your pussy for anyone else.

oh! how you’d come to just slightly regret your approach to that… (you love it)!!

…

“f-fuhh-ck!! oh fuck, please! daddy, please ‘m- i can’t!” you plead to abby with shiny, tearful eyes.

right now, she’s resting her back against the headboard whilst she has your back pressed against her front. you can feel the swell of her warm breasts and the heat of her clothed pussy on your rear as she takes you apart. your legs are spread apart by hers. she’s got your legs locked under her strong, muscular ones—forcing you to take everything she’s giving you. her fingers that is.

her other hand is placed firmly on your throat not squeezing but holding you there for one sole reason.

so you can’t escape.

“nuh-uh. shut the fuck up. take it—take this shit. you’re gonna take everything i give this slutty little pussy since you wanted it so fuckin’ bad. you were begging f'me as soon as i walked through the door.”

the room smells strongly of sex, sweat, and your own sweet desperation, it’s almost painful the way abby’s fucking your pussy open on her fingers—you feel yourself going numb. at this point, your cunt has perfectly molded around her middle and ring finger, sucking her in to compensate for the intrusive way she bullied herself into you with no prep. the sounds being produced from you are downright sinful—loud squelches and creamy pussy noises.

not that it wasn’t easy, breaking you in. you were already awfully wet before she walked in on you. you’d been rubbing your clit to one of her ab pictures for an unprecedented amount of time, waiting for her to just walk into your open apartment to pick you up for the dinner date you’d scheduled. she’d walked in on you touching yourself in skimpy black lingerie—loud porno-sounding moans coming from your lips and filling up the entirety of the space around you.

she was furious. and still is from the way she’s handling you.

“‘m so sorry, baby! ‘m sorry, please. it hurts, ‘s too much, i already came twice!” you sob.

“thought this is what you wanted? huh?” she tuts disapprovingly. she pulls her fingers out of you to whack your cunt with the palm of her hand. that motion causes your wetness from your previous orgasms to splatter on her upper arm and your inner thighs. you can’t see her face at this angle, but you can hear the anger seeping from her tone.

“didn’t you want me to stretch this little pussy out? so i could break you open ‘n loosen you up for daddy's cock?”

you moan but make no orderly response.

she slaps your cunt once again, and from the force of her strike, you knew she wouldn’t ask again. “mm, f-fuck! i- i don’t know, i just—yes. i wanted it, daddy. wanted you to punish me. wanted it.” you babble.

she laughs out and whispers an octave quieter into your ear, her tone dripping sex, “i know, sweetheart, i know. you jus' needed to get this pussy fucked up for being so needy, hm?”

“who’s pussy is this, huh?” she asks you, unwavering.

“‘s yours! ‘s yours, promise!” you respond.

“yeah, it is. good girl. ‘s my fuckin’ cunt and i get to decide who touches it. even you, baby.”

her fingers then slam right back into your heat and they seem to reach deeper into you, hitting your g-spot so good that your pussy squirts out violently all over the bed and all over you both, soaking you in your own juices and creating a creamy white ring around her pruney digits. she’s fucking you through your high at the same pace she’s had the whole time, unrelenting.

slow and steady—yet rough and deep.

“don’t worry. i’m not stopping. 'm not gonna stop fucking this cunt until you pass the fuck out.”

you’d be lying if you said her comments didn’t cause your eyes to cross so far into each other that your vision spots—her words cause you to moan so loud that you’re bound to get a noise complaint. you need this. you need for her to be so mean and rough that it’s borderline psychotic, masochistic.

‘fuck.’ you curse yourself internally.

and as if she could hear your inner thoughts, “yeah, babe. you should be happy, though. you wanted to get fucked so bad,

— and now you’re gonna get it ‘til you’re numb.”

...

[amoeganism]

DON'T LIE, I'M PERFECT AND YOU LOVE ME luka

Luka really wants to take a nap after a long day of being exploited and being a pain in the ass to every human around him, but your priorities (pissing him off) come first!

WC: ~600

Your boyfriend, visibly exhausted, miserably slumps his upper body onto his bed and his knees collapse. Bundled under mounds of thick blankets, you reach an arm out to ruffle Luka’s blond hair, brushing through his wavy locks and petting his head like a dog. You snicker at the sight of his face contorting after realizing what you’re doing, lazily swiping your hand away and grunting before coughing into his arm. 

It takes you a few moments to inch over to where Luka lays. You didn’t want to sacrifice the comfort of being suffocated and melting into your bed until you’re a pile of sweat and nasty mulch. His eyes slowly flutter shut and his breathing slows but the uncomfortable position he’s in acts as a barrier between him and falling into a deep sleep. However, it takes too much energy to try to pull Luka fully onto the mattress, but what doesn’t take much energy is disrupting the rest he needs. You aren’t planning on getting the title of “Number One Lover of a Superstar” and you hadn’t seen him the entire day since you both had woken up; you deserve this, you reason to yourself. 

Under your fingertips, you switch between prodding and poking his pale cheeks until they warm and bloom into a faint pink. Luka tries his best to make you stop, puffing his cheeks and intertwining your fingers together but you retaliate by grabbing his face and watching him deflate. It gives you a slight ego boost when he gives up and chooses to throw his lanky limbs over you, adding his heavy bodyweight over the mass of your blankets.

“How was your day of terrorizing the music industry?” you ask, immediately returning to pinching his cheeks. 

“I don’t need to terrorize anyone. Everyone already knows that I’m a fan favorite.”

“Yeah because I totally hallucinated you having at least ten different tabs about Mizi and you weren’t writing in a notebook titled ‘Evil and Devious Masterplan’. You’re embarrassing when you beef with people eight years younger than you.”

“God forbid a man has hobbies.”

“Yeah I really hate it. Stick to singing and looking cute. Only I deserve to see your evil. It makes me feel special when you aren’t exposing yourself to everyone.”

“You make it sound like I’m flashing the public.”

“You pretty much are. Your dick and bad personality are the same thing.”

“You’re so mean to me,” Luka whines in which you stick your tongue out at him in response. “I’m an innocent man who can do nothing bad. Ever. And here I am, being mistreated by the one who is supposed to love me until and beyond death. What did I do to deserve this?”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry Luka,” you press a kiss to his sore, red cheek, letting your lips linger on his skin before hugging him tighter. At the same time, you ignore the fact that he is a thirty year old man throwing a minor tantrum over you having fun being insufferable the same way he does on a daily basis. “Anyways, can I bite your face? I have a really bad urge to do that right now. Actually, I don’t need your permission.”

“Hey! I have a show tomorrow, you know? My fans are going to be disappointed if I appear with teeth marks on my face. What will the public think—ow!”

“Hehe, you’re so cute like this.”

“At least bite the other side to even it out,” Luka sighs and turns his head. 

“I knew you loved me.”

[deliciousangelfestival]

Nothing Has Changed - 17

Summary: Returning home for peace, you're faced with your tormentor, Bucky Barnes, who is now involved in your family's business.

Character: Bucky Barnes

Warning: Dark, Mystery, Betrayal.

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Knowing Ransom was heading straight into your personal hell made your stomach twist with unease. Something felt wrong—deeply, irreversibly wrong. And you didn’t want any part of it.

After the consultations with Tim, you rushed back to see your father, your mind racing.

Steve immediately noticed your tense expression when you returned. His brows furrowed. “Bad news?”

You exhaled sharply. “I have two jobs for you.” Your voice was firm, brooking no argument. “First, I need you to stay with my dad while I’m gone. And second, a lawyer will be coming to meet you both.”

Steve’s expression flickered with suspicion. “Wait. A lawyer?” He straightened in his chair. “No. I’ll go with you.”

“No.”

“Please.” His voice was almost desperate. “After everything you’ve done for me, at least let me do something to help you.”

“If you want to help me, then do this.” Your eyes locked onto his. “Stay here.”

Steve looked like he wanted to argue, but you continued, your voice low and sharp. “Two doctors. Two. Misdiagnosed both of you. If I hadn’t caught it in time, we’d be burying my father this year.” Your jaw clenched. “I will drag Tony to the deepest circle of hell for what he did. He treated my father like a disposable test subject, throwing whatever drugs he wanted at him.”

A sickening thought hit you—if you had been too late, would you be attending Tom’s funeral instead?

You turned back to Steve, voice cold. “And as for your doctor? He’s lucky we caught it early. If we hadn’t, I would’ve made sure no hospital on this earth would take him.”

Steve swallowed hard. He had never heard you talk like that before. A chill ran down his spine.

🌸🌸🌸🌸

You both entered Tom’s room. He lay on the hospital bed, his face no longer as pale as before. There was a visible difference now that he had stopped taking Tony’s damn medicine. He looked calmer. Healthier.

Seeing him like this made it easier to leave. At least here, he was safe.

You stepped closer to his bedside. “Dad, I’ll be gone for a little while.”

Tom’s tired eyes met yours. “Where are you going?”

“I need to go back home for a bit—to get your things.” You kept your tone light, masking the true reason for your trip. “You’ll be having surgery soon, and Allan said the recovery will take a while.”

For the first time in years, you realized you were saying goodbye like you actually wanted permission to leave.

Tom studied you for a long moment, then nodded. “Let me pray for you.”

“Pray?”

You hesitated.

As a mortician, your father had spent years witnessing grief, loss, and regret. Every day, he worked with the dead—people who could no longer ask for second chances. And before every funeral, he always whispered a quiet prayer for the departed, hoping their souls would find peace. He prayed for the families they left behind, too.

And, though he had never told you, he prayed for you. Every single day.

His biggest regret was never saying goodbye properly before you left all those years ago. Now, with his weakened body, this was all he could do for you.

Tom lifted his hands, looking between you and Steve, waiting.

You could refuse. Or you could take his hands.

You stepped forward, slipping your fingers into his. Steve did the same.

Tom closed his eyes and took a deep breath before speaking.

“God,” Tom began, his voice thick with emotion. “I am grateful for the time I have now, for the second chance to be with my daughter. For the truth that has been revealed.”

His grip on your hands tightened slightly.

“Bless her with strength and wisdom if she ever faces hardship.”

Your throat tightened.

“And help this young man recover. Amen”

Steve inhaled sharply. His lips parted slightly, but he said nothing.

Your chest burned. You almost cried right then and there.

“What hardship?” you scoffed, clearing your throat, trying to compose yourself. “I’m just grabbing your stuff. I’ll be back.”

Tom opened his eyes, watching you carefully.

“I know.”

As you stepped out of your father’s hospital room, the sterile scent of antiseptic clung to your senses, mixing with the tension coiling in your chest. Steve followed, his footsteps quiet but steady beside you. The hallway stretched ahead, dimly lit, eerily silent except for the occasional murmur of nurses in the distance. You glanced at him, your voice low but firm.

"There will be two lawyers coming to meet you."

From your pocket, you pulled out two sleek business cards, their embossed letters gleaming under the fluorescent light. You handed them to Steve. He took them with a furrowed brow, flipping them between his fingers. He had no idea who they were—yet. But soon, he would learn.

Harlan’s advice echoed in your mind: Make connections. Befriend everyone. You never knew what life would throw at you. Back when you were just a junior analyst, Harlan had dragged you and Ransom to every business seminar, every high-profile networking event. At first, you didn’t understand why. But then, you saw it—those rooms weren’t filled with people. They were filled with predators. Deals were silent battles, conversations were well-crafted traps, and everyone was there to hunt for their next big opportunity.

You had no family legacy, no name that carried weight. But you had something better—you worked in finance. You knew where the money flowed. And with Harlan’s bank behind you, you had leverage.

Still, blending in hadn’t been easy. The CEOs, the vice presidents—they wouldn’t even look at a junior like you. Ransom, of course, fit right in. He had the name, the presence, the confidence of someone born into privilege. But you? You had to adapt.

So you did.

Instead of chasing after the top dogs, you turned to the ones no one paid attention to—the young lawyers, accountants, auditors. You collected business cards like weapons, knowing that, one day, they would prove useful. Business was just another game of survival, after all.

And now, standing in this dim hospital corridor, those connections were finally paying off.

"I’m going to sue the hell out of the doctors who misdiagnosed my father and you."

Steve blinked, taken aback by the fury in your tone. You could feel your pulse hammering against your skin, the sheer injustice of it all threatening to consume you. If you hadn’t caught it in time, if your father had kept taking those damn pills… You swallowed hard. You wouldn’t think about that.

"But I need you to keep pretending to be sick," you continued.

Steve's brows knitted together in confusion. "Why? I can start making new art next month."

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Do it if you want, but keep it quiet. And whatever you do—don’t tell the gallery owner about your condition."

His expression darkened. "Why are you making this so secretive?"

Because you weren’t sure yet. Because there was something off about all of this—the timing, the misdiagnoses, the way the pieces were falling into place just a little too neatly. A cold shiver crawled up your spine.

"If I get proof, I’ll tell you," you admitted. "But for now, I need you to trust me."

Steve studied you for a long moment, his blue eyes searching yours. Then, he sighed, slipping the business cards into his pocket.

"Promise me you’ll come back."

You hesitated. Lying to him felt wrong, but you couldn’t make a promise you weren’t sure you could keep.

"I’ll try," you said softly.

It wasn’t a promise. But it was the truth.

🌸🌸🌸🌸

Sliding into the sleek interior of your sports car, you gripped the wheel, the leather cool against your palms. With a sharp turn, you accelerated onto the open road, the city skyline shrinking in your rearview mirror. The tires cut through the damp asphalt, the rhythmic sound of the engine steadying the unease coiling in your gut.

As the miles stretched ahead, the landscape darkened. The air grew heavier, the bright city glow fading into an eerie emptiness. The further you drove, the more suffocating it felt. That damn small town was waiting for you.

By morning, you were back.

The sun cast long shadows over the town as you stepped into the hotel lobby, the scent of polished wood and freshly brewed coffee thick in the air. You spotted them immediately—Ransom, dressed in his usual effortless elegance, and several employees from the bank, their crisp suits making them stand out in the rustic setting.

And there was Bucky.

He stood in the middle of it all, giving the bank representatives a tour of the property, his voice smooth and commanding. He fit here too well—too at ease, too comfortable.

Then, his gaze landed on you.

His face lit up, and before you could react, he was beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders in a casual side hug.

You shivered.

It wasn’t from the cold. It wasn’t from surprise. It was something else—something instinctive. You wanted to pull away, to put distance between you and him, but you forced yourself to stay still. Show nothing.

"How’s your dad?" His voice was warm, almost too warm.

You swallowed down your discomfort. "He’s getting surgery."

Bucky’s eyes widened slightly, feigning shock. "I’ll visit him soon."

"You should visit Steve too," you said, testing him.

"Steve?" His brows furrowed, confusion flickering across his face. "What happened to him?"

"He got into an accident. Hurt his hand."

Bucky let out a short laugh, shaking his head. "Oh, boy. He should’ve listened to me. I told him he wouldn’t fit in the big city."

Your fingers curled into a fist behind your back.

Not a single trace of sympathy. Just that smug, knowing tone like he had been right all along.

You bit the inside of your cheek, forcing yourself to exhale slowly. "Why did you choose to work with this bank?" You kept your voice even, neutral.

Bucky met your gaze, and for a second, something unreadable flickered in his eyes. Then, he smirked. "Simple," he said smoothly. "Because it’s linked to you."

The way he said it—like there was something deeper beneath the surface—made your stomach tighten.

Silence stretched between you.

You needed to get out of this conversation.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Ransom looking in your direction. He had already noticed you, his expression unreadable but sharp. Without hesitation, you stepped away from Bucky, breaking the tension as you walked toward Ransom.

Bucky didn’t stop you.

As you reached Ransom, he gave you a slow, knowing smirk. "Didn’t think I’d see you back here so soon."

"Neither did I," you muttered.

Now, it was just the two of you walking together. And for the first time since you arrived, you could finally breathe.

Ransom walked beside you, his hands in his pockets, his usual air of arrogance softened by curiosity. “Do you think it’s worth investing here?” he asked.

You didn’t hesitate. “My advice? Don’t even waste your breath.”

His brows lifted in amusement. “Woah.” He let out a low chuckle. “I knew you hated your hometown, but this place actually has potential. There’s a lot of undeveloped land. And near the hospital, they’re planning to build a retirement home. Give it a few years—this town could be the getaway spot for people escaping city life.”

He was joking, clearly expecting you to roll your eyes or throw a sarcastic jab back at him. But when he noticed how still you had gone, how you weren’t meeting his gaze like usual, the humor drained from his face.

“Ransom.”

His expression turned serious. “Yeah?”

You exhaled slowly, keeping your voice low. “Don’t trust James Barnes.”

Ransom frowned, but before he could question you, you stole a quick glance over your shoulder.

Just as you suspected.

Bucky was still standing where you had left him, his hands tucked into the pockets of his tailored slacks, his expression unreadable. But he wasn’t talking to anyone. He wasn’t moving.

He was watching you.

Your stomach twisted. There was something about the way he lingered, something unsettling in his quiet observation. It wasn’t just idle curiosity. It was like he was studying you, waiting.

A slow smirk ghosted over his lips when he caught you looking.

You turned back to Ransom, your voice firmer now. “I mean it.”

Ransom’s jaw tightened, his gaze flickering between you and Bucky in the distance.

Something was off.

And you weren’t going to ignore it.

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[bookuce]

CHANGE MY MIND

SUMMARY: Josh and Alina are great friends most days. Other days, they want to tear each other apart. Some days, they’re in love with each other, but neither of them will admit it. 

*DISCLAIMER: This is a multi-part series. I do not own any of the characters in the writing except for the OC. The book uses actual names of wrestlers. Josh is Jey, Jon is Jimmy, Trinity is Naomi, and Alina is Alina. The book is not realistic and does not take place during real events, but some actual events (matches, storylines) could pop up in the story eventually. I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE OR REPOST MY WRITINGS ANYWHERE. THAAAAAANKS. *

PAIRING: Jey Uso x Black OC

TROPE: Friends to Lovers

WARNINGS: Language

WORD COUNT: 5.3K

PART ELEVEN

PART TWELVE

Rule number one to a successful and lasting relationship: Never go to bed angry. It was something Alina and Josh had both heard plenty of times before. If something was bothering someone, address it before a head hit a pillow. Nothing should go unspoken, not a single word left unsaid. Going to bed angry allowed negative feelings to fester, further escalating something an I’m sorry, baby, and a kiss or two could fix.

But Josh was not sure that any of that would work this time. He had outdone himself––him and that damn temper of his. Josh said things he regretted last night, leaving him wondering if a relationship was left to salvage. He was going to try. Whatever it takes to make her stay. 

Josh sat in the living room, his fingers gently kneading his beard. He was waiting for Alina to leave that guest room. She can't hide in there forever, he thought. Eventually, Lina was going to have to come out. Alina was going to have to walk by him to go up the stairs and grab her things, and she was going to have to walk by once more to get out of the house. Either way, she was going to have to see him.

He anxiously bounced his leg as he waited, his impatience beginning to get the better of him. It took everything in him not to march up to that bedroom door and demand that Alina talk to him. Let her come to you, he thought. Slowly, he starts to nod. Yeah, let her come to you. 

The sound of a door opening pulled Josh from his thoughts and prompted him to rise from the couch. He clasped his hands together tight as he approached the hallway entryway. Alina crossed the opening just as he arrived, jumping slightly at the sight of the man. "Jesus," she mutters, continuing up the stairs. 

Josh's hand shoots before him, wrapping around her forearm to stop her from going farther. Alina halted on the fourth step, her eyes slowly shutting at the feel of his hand on her arm. She inhaled slowly, prepping herself for whatever he was about to say. Josh watched the slow rise of her shoulders and heard the exhale of her breath at his actions. "You probably not trying to hear shit I got to say right now," He starts. "but I'll be a fool if I let you walk out this house." He finishes.

Slowly, he takes steps back, gently pulling his girlfriend down the stairs. Alina turns to face him, her eyes going to the floor while she descends the stairs. Josh's hands slid down her arm to take her hand into his own, enclosing both their hands with his other. His eyes scanned her face, silently pleading for her to look at him. "Look, I'm sorry, okay?” he breathes. "I'm sorry for everything this weekend. For–for the fights at Tasha's wedding, for my Pops, and the fight last night–I'm sorry," he says. Desperation was apparent in his tone, accented with a slight tremble of fear. "Especially for the fight last night. The shit I said should have never left my mouth––."

"But it did, Josh." She says, finally looking up at him. The bags beneath his eyes were far more prominent than usual, a telltale sign for her that he didn't sleep much last night––deserved. Josh slowly shakes his head at her accusation.

"I didn't mean it, though," he argues.

"Please," she mutters, turning to go up the stairs again. Josh would have never said it if he didn't mean it. Hell, it would have never been a thought. She slightly shakes Josh's hand from hers, but it doesn't budge. "Can you let me go?" she asks, turning to look at him once more.

"No, ma'am," he says, shaking his head. "If you want to go upstairs, we're both going. Even then, we're still going to talk." Alina huffs softly at his persistence. "Come back down here, baby." He whispers at her, pulling her back down the stairs. She shoots him a stern glare. He needed to stop talking to her like that.

"No, Jey––." She starts.

"That's not my name." He snaps. 

"I don't care right now," She replies, pulling her hand from his. "Now, let go." She tells him.

"Nah,"

"I mean it," She huffs, wrapping her hand around his large wrist. Josh wraps his hand around hers again, prying her hand off his. He takes that other hand into his own and opens their arms. They now stood chest to chest, the space that was once between them now non-existent. "You make me so––."

"So what?" he questions while tilting his chin at her. Alina glares up at him, her words now caught in her throat. He needed to stop staring at her like this. That cold facade she had in place started to thaw at the sight of Josh. After a few moments of silence, he lowers his chin, fully staring at her now. "Hmm?” He hums.

Alina's heart thunderously pounded as she watched this man. Her breathing quickens, and her lips part slightly, allowing a shaky breath to slip through. "Mad." She finishes, clamping her mouth shut afterward.

"Girl, that ain't nothing new." He quips with a shake of his head.

"Josh," She sighs. Alina turns her head to the left, her eyes finding the wall. Josh lowers their hands and wraps her arms around him.

"Mhm?" Josh answers, bringing his large hands to her face. Gently, he forced her head to face him again. He was quickly wearing down her defenses, and he knew it. His thumbs skim her high cheekbones, prompting her to close her eyes at the sensation. “Stay.” He pleads.

Before Alina can answer, the front door opening steals their attention. White light would pour into the foyer, filling the small space. Talisua marched into the house with a handful of groceries, a sigh leaving her lips at the sight of the couple."Morning!" She says, moving on towards the kitchen. 

"Mama, what are you..." Josh drifts off as more people shuffle into his house, turning his attention to the door again. His warm hands drop from Alina’s face. Jon and Trinity step into the house. The twins lock eyes. "Man, what are y'all doing here?" He asks his brother. Now was not a good time for his family to invade their privacy and personal space. Josh was actively trying to fix the issues between him and Alina. “Y’all forget my number or something?” he asks. 

Jon shrugs slightly, nodding once in the direction of the kitchen. "She told us she wanted to go to the store." He says, Trinity nodding in agreement. "We got done shopping, and she’s talking about some, 'Now go to Joshua's house.’ I wasn'tgoing to tell her no." He argues. “So we here now.” He says, lifting his hands. “Surprise.”

Josh smacks his lips at the explanation, shaking his head. “Ain’t no damn surprise…” he says in a hushed tone. Before Josh could say anything to express his distaste for the unexpected visit, footsteps could be heard approaching them. He shuts his mouth and looks off towards the entrance to the kitchen, watching his mother walk through it. 

Talisua re-enters the foyer, her hands rubbing against her jeans. “You guys haven’t eaten yet, have you?” she asks the couple. She makes her way over to Alina, her arms wide open for an embrace. Alina removes her hands from Josh’s body to return the loving gesture, briefly pulling his attention back to her. “I wanted to make breakfast for both of you to apologize for how Kishi acted yesterday. Jon and Trin told me you guys left shortly after everything happened, and I just felt so bad,” she explains, side-stepping to hug her son last.

“That wasn’t your fault, Mama,” Josh answers. He knew his Mom would beat herself up about what happened last night. He hated that she always took the blame for things his father did. They all did, honestly. What Rikishi did was on him and never on her. Would he ever take accountability for the things he says and does? Nope, and that’s why she felt she needed to.

“I know, but you brought Alina into our home with the intention of us getting to know her, and that did not happen. So I want to make things right.” She says with a nod. It was apparent that getting to know Alina was imperative for Talisua. Josh didn’t bring women around often; they had to be serious if he wanted her to get acquainted with this one. She must be one knee away from a new last name if he planned to uproot his entire life here to be with her in another state. “So, have you two eaten?” She asks once more.

“No.” Alina pauses at Josh’s hand wrapping around her own. She glances down at their intertwined hands, briefly pressing her lips into a thin line. He wasn’t letting her out of his reach the entire time they were there. “We just woke up.” She answers, now turning to the man intently staring at her. Josh’s thick brows were slightly knitted while he silently pleaded with her to act normal in front of his family. 

“Good,” Talisua breathes. She looks at Josh and huffs softly. “I’ll have breakfast done soon,” she says, returning to the kitchen. 

Jon, Trinity, Alina, and Josh were left standing alone in the foyer again, now able to continue any conversation they were having previously. Jon and Trin watched the couple in front of them. Their eyes flit from left to right between each person.“Y’all good?” Jon asks, pulling Alina and Josh’s attention from each other. “We were going to check on y’all later today.”

“We good,” Josh lies.

“Never better,” Alina answers, her words drifting off. Josh gently squeezes her hand at the response, causing her to sigh softly. 

“Cool,” Jon starts. “If y’all need anything, just let us know,” he finishes, placing his hand on Trin’s back to guide her into the kitchen, leaving the fighting couple alone once more. They stood silently for several moments, their hands still tangled with each other’s. Alina wasn’t going to try shaking his tight grasp on her hand. He wasn’t letting go of her; that was a fact.

“Alina––.”

“I don’t want to hear it,” she interrupts, causing his shoulders to drop at her words. Josh’s lips parted as if he were about to say something, but Alina would cut him off with a wave. She shakes her head at him. “And an apology doesn’t fix shit.” She finishes. His family was saving this man more than he could ever know. She’d be hauling her luggage down the stairs and out the door if they were not here.

“I understand that,” He informs her. “I just don’t want them in our business.” He explains.

“And they won’t be,” she says. “We’re going to get through this breakfast, and then I’m leaving after this.” Josh scoffs softly at her.

“Your ass ain’t going nowhere,” he tells her.

“Keep telling yourself that,” she says with a laugh, moving to pull them towards the kitchen. Josh remains planted in his spot, not allowing the woman to go farther. Slowly, he pulls her back to him. His brows gradually began to furrow again.

“Ay, let me tell you something,” He starts. “If you think I’m going to chase your ass out of this house, I’m not.” Josh peers off towards the door, pointing at it. “If you walk out that door, I will not be behind you, you hear me?” He finishes. 

Alina scoffs softly at his words, shaking her head. “Because I want space? That’s not fair, Joshua.” She asked.

“How is that not fair, Alina? If you want space, I can sit in another room. I’m asking you to meet me halfway to fix our damn relationship––.” Josh would stop talking at the sound of footsteps approaching the hallway. His eyes would venture off toward the kitchen just as his sister walked through.

“Hey.” Trinity stops a few steps away from the couple, her eyes shifting back and forth between them. She had caught the tail end of Josh’s words, now curious about what had happened between them after they left their parents’ house. “Y’allgood? Mama sent me to come get y’all.” she finishes. She felt like a small child intruding on an important conversation between her parents–whatever was going on with the couple was not for her to hear. She was going to tell her husband about it, however.

Alina glanced down at the floor, her right hand reaching up to gently scratch her nape while waiting for Trinity to exit the room. “Yeah, give us a few seconds, sis,” Josh adds. Suspiciously, the sister-in-law spares the couple one last glance before returning to the kitchen. Once the woman was back in the kitchen, Josh would resume speaking. “Look, I love you,” He says, his almost-onyx irises boring into her hazel ones. Alina refocused on the man in front of her at his words. His phrasing sounded way too conditional for her. “I do, but we either going to be okay, or we ain’t.”

And there it was: the ultimatum. It wasn’t a tactic that he wanted to use against her, but Alina was forcing his hand. She, like Josh, was stubborn and stuck in her ways. Once she felt disrespected, that was it for her. Her ears were shut; she was no longer listening. Her eyes would shift from his face and down to his chest, focusing there for the short duration they stood there. “We’ll finish this later,” She says a little above a whisper. 

“Thank you. That’s all I wanted.” He says with a shake of his head, pulling her into the kitchen with him to join the rest of his family. Jon would have come out next to get them if they stayed longer in the foyer. They just needed to make it through this breakfast long enough not to draw any suspicion to themselves.

The couple enters the kitchen hand-in-hand, avoiding the prying gazes of Josh’s brother and sister. A hum would come from Jon’s lips at the sight of the couple, causing Josh to look over his shoulder at his twin. Jon watched with furrowed brows and lowered eyes. “Boo,” Josh mutters, getting a lip smack from his brother.

“Boo back.” He replies, glancing at him over. Josh would throw his hand at the eldest twin, dismissing the petty argument. He had bigger things to be worried about. Alina would drop Josh’s hand, walking around the kitchen island to sit on one of the stools next to Trinity. 

Trinity glances concerningly at Alina, laying her hand on her shoulder as she does so. She wasn’t expecting the woman to tell her anything right now, but it was obvious that something had happened between the couple. Alina glances up at her, giving her an assuring smile and nod that she and Josh are okay. Trin turns her gaze towards Josh, who is already staring at her. His expression is unreadable, which is abnormal for the twin who often wears his emotions on the surface. 

“You good?” She mouths, quickly receiving a nod from her brother. He then turns his attention to Alina, laying his hand on her back. His fingers opened and closed in a scratching manner, causing her to arch at his touch. She clenches her fists against the island top, inhaling and exhaling deeply. She glances up at him, her left eye slightly twitching with annoyance. She didn’t want him touching her.

Without breaking eye contact, she reaches around to remove his hand. His jaw tightens at her rejection, prompting him to let out a sigh of his own. He steps back from her, his eyes now finding the counter. Slowly, he leans down against it, clasping his hands together. “Alina, I truly am sorry for how Kishi acted last night,” Talisua says. “He meant no harm––.”

“Yes, he did,” Josh says, peering up at his mom. “Don’t lie for that man.” He says, shaking his head at her. Talisua turns over her shoulder and looks at her son. They’d stare at each other in silence before she turned away again. Rikishi was known to be rather outspoken at times, which always got him in trouble. His antics last night got him a nice scolding and a weekend stay in one of the guest rooms. She hopes he’ll apologize to the couple before they leave Pensacola–or at least before her son moves away. 

At the moment, he had no plans of doing so, but Talisua had faith that he would. If not now, then maybe later. She hopes that the events from last night didn’t cause any damage to her kid’s relationship. 

Little did she know…

“It’s okay––.” Alina starts.

“Says who?” Josh snaps, looking at Alina.

“Me?” She replies, looking down at him. “I don’t need you speaking for me.” She says, making him bite down on his tongue and look away again. She looks away, shaking her head slightly at the man. Jon and Trin watched the couple curiously, confirming their suspicions that something had happened last night after they left dinner. The married couple would look at each other, silently debating whether or not they should say something. 

It wasn’t their business what went on in Alina and Josh’s relationship, but they did feel like they were a special council of sorts for them. They’ve watched them go from strangers to friends and friends to lovers; watching them fizzle out behind Rikishi was not something they wanted to see. Alina and Josh are stronger than this–at least, they hope they are.

“Lina, how did you and Josh meet?” Talisua asked, turning to look at the couple behind her. Any signs of irritation would leave Alina’s face at the question. She leaned back in her chair, her hands moving to her lap as she recalled how she and Josh met. It wasn’t anything cute if that was what she hoped to hear. 

“One of our coworkers introduced us. She was taking me around to meet everyone on the roster, and the twins just so happened to be some of the last few people I met. Came in the room being loud as always.” She jokes with a chuckle.“They invited me out after the show to celebrate them retaining their tag titles.”

“The whole time, that was a ploy just for him to get to know you,” Jon confesses. Alina glances towards him before shifting her gaze to Josh. She didn’t know that.

“Y’all were mad as hell at me for dragging y’all outside that night,” Josh chimes in, a small grin on his lips as he recalls the night they first hung out. Josh knew Alina was meant to be important to him from the moment he and Alina met. Though he wasn’t sure what that fully entailed back then, he quickly found out. He swiftly fell in love with her, wanting nothing more than to be in her life. If Alina had not been so set in her ways about coworkers and dating, there’s no telling where they’d be. He could have saved her from all the constant heartbreak that she put herself through. Mind you, his fear of her choosing anyone but him was the reason for her failed attempts at love. 

“Hell yeah, we were mad. We were tired. You should’ve been tired, but nah, you had us outside at two in the morning just for you to act like you ain’t spoke to a woman before.” Jon says.

Alina stifles a laugh, her hand touching her lips as she does so. Contrary to popular belief, Josh can be rather timid at times. He didn’t like socializing; he didn’t like being around people, he kept to himself for the most part until he needed not to be–which was at work. When they went out that night, he stammered over his words and kept his eye contact to a minimum until he was able to get drinks in his system. After a few beers, the words flowed smoothly, and he was able to make her laugh. His confidence was so high that he finally got the courage to ask her to dinner. Of course, she would tell him no, wanting to keep all work-level relationships strictly platonic. 

“It ain’t that damn funny,” Josh mutters, embarrassed.

Alina lifts her hand, pushing her fingers through his curls. “It was a little funny, baby.” She says. Josh side-eyes her, causing a large smile to spread across her face. She drops her hand from his head, returning her hand to her lap. “But yeah,” She resumes. “We hit it off fairly well at the bar. So we started hanging out a lot after that.”

“Mama, when I say these folks are attached at the hip?” Jon says, shaking his head in disbelief. “Even before they started dating. Man, you couldn’t separate them for too long without either wandering off to find the other.” He finishes.

“We weren’t that bad,” Alina says.

“Yeah, you high-key exaggerating, uce.” Josh chimes in, shaking his head. Jon brings his hands to his chest in shock, pulling his head back as he does so. His brows were furrowed in confusion at the accusation. He flips his hands out to add emphasis to his confusion. 

“The hell I gotta lie for?” He drifts off. 

“Uh-uh,” Trinity says, leaning forward to look at the couple at the end of the counter. “Y’all are not about to front in front of Mama like y’all ain’t been living together longer than y’all have been together.” Jon would hum at her words, but Josh and Alina would grow silent. Talisua furrows her brows at her eldest son and wife before looking at the youngest twin and his girlfriend. 

Josh would cut his eyes in her direction as soon as she looked at them, his tongue pushing into his right cheek. “How long have the two of you been together?” She asks, now curious. 

“Officially?” Jon asks, scoffing gently to himself.

“Bruh, shut up.” Josh snaps, lifting off the counter. His eyes briefly flit to Alina as she peers off towards him before looking towards Trinity. She reaches over, pinching the woman in her side. As a response, Trin would jump, glaring at the woman shortly after. “A few weeks.” He mumbles, lifting his hand to scratch the back of his neck. His mother would remain silent as she processed the information her son gave her. She had so many questions. 

Talisua nodded at the answer. “What took so long?” She asks.

“Me,” Alina says, looking over at Tali. “I really valued our friendship, and I was scared that if we did try we wouldn’twork out, and I didn’t want to lose him as a friend.” She explains. Alina spent most of their friendship trying to ignore her attraction to Josh. She was very adamant about not mixing business with pleasure. Dating a coworker was tricky, and because the WWE took a chance on her, and it was the biggest company she had worked for, she didn’t want to risk it. She allowed her fears to dictate her happiness for far too long. 

So, she kept her feelings at bay and allowed a friendship to grow between them. That was all they could be. Friends. She worried about what would happen if feelings got involved constantly–more now than ever now that they were together.

“And I respected that.” Josh chimes in. “Mama, I waited…almost three years for this woman,” Josh says, pointing his right index finger to his left palm. “I waited for her to tell me when she was ready–I was patient. When she did, I wasted no time trying to create a life for us.” He explained. 

When he finished speaking, the room fell into silence. Jon was on the opposite side of the counter, grinning about his brother’s words to himself. Hearing him explain to their Mother how in love he was with that woman near him made Jon proud, but that wasn’t what caused his grin. It was the fact that Alina was able to hear him say these things as well. If they were fighting, which he and Trinity suspect is happening, this would fix everything wrong between them. 

“And you’re both sure that’s what you want?” Talisua asks. 

“A hundred percent.”

“Yeah.” Those two words from Alina’s mouth would cause Josh’s head to crane around to her. She glances over at Josh before returning her attention to his mother. “He’s my best friend. None of this makes sense without him.” She says with a shrug. 

Though she was currently upset with Josh, she would be lying if she said that he didn’t impact her life in the greatest of ways in the short time they had known each other. They made it impossible to imagine a life without each other–it wasn’tdesirable for either.

At her words, Josh took a small step towards her, closing the space he’d originally put between them. The comforting warmth radiating from his body was felt against Alina’s side again, but she didn’t react. Talisua watched the two of them with a small grin on her face. “You two complement each other well,” she says, turning towards the stove again to check on the food occupying each eye. 

“Ah, hell,” Jon says. “Mama said that same thing about Trin and me. Now look at us: married.” He explains.

Though it hasn’t been directly said, Josh has subtly mentioned the idea of marriage to Alina. She wasn’t oblivious to the hints, either. Some of them weren’t even hints. She’s been called wife, drunkenly Mrs. Fatu–she knows what he wants with her. It’s all about when. “That’s the goal,” Josh confesses, leaning into Alina’s side to nudge her.

Josh has never been so sure about marrying the woman at his side. To him, the amount of time they had been together didn’t matter. They have known each other and lived together for longer than in this relationship. There was never any doubt in his mind that they wouldn’t work out. It might sound crazy, and he might’ve looked crazy at times, but he just knew. If Colby and Becky could do it, so could they.

“I wish he would have told us about you sooner. I deserved more than a weekend to get to know you.” Tali confesses from over her shoulder.

“Ay, better late than never, right?” Josh asks, turning his attention to his mother. “You got a lifetime to get to know her, Mama, don’t worry.” He assures her. “Holidays, family events–she’ll be here.” He counts on his fingers.

“We’ll have to visit Atlanta for the two of you soon–make it a little family vacation,” Talisua suggests.

“We’re down. I’ve been wanting to go to the ATL.” Jon says, rubbing his hands together. “Got some things I’m trying to do.” He finishes. Josh glared in his direction, already knowing what he was talking about. The eldest brother has yet to let up on the idea of jumping Alina’s ex-boyfriend. He’s been in his phone for days now, trying to persuade him to consider the idea. 

Trin turns her attention towards her husband, a look of confusion on her face. “Like what?”

Excitement leaves Jon’s face at the question, his clasped hands opening in confusion. “Damn, I can’t be excited to travel?” He asks. Trinity continued to watch him, her eyes searching his for something she wasn’t sure of. She then turns to Josh, finding him a bit easier to read than her husband. 

Josh’s glare fades away as his eyes meet Trinity’s. He’d then glance toward the wall behind them, shaking his head slightly. “Y’all are up to something.” She says, earning Josh’s disagreeing smack of his lips.

“Man, ain’t nobody up to nothing,” Josh argues.

“Better not be,” Alina mutters.

“And ain’t.”

              —————————————————

Breakfast with Josh’s family went a lot better than dinner the night before. By the end of it, Alina was left feeling better than she was at the beginning–Hell, better than she had been when she woke up. Talisua tried to stick around longer to clean the kitchen, but Josh and Alina volunteered to do it for her. It was the least they could do since she cooked for them.

Jon and Trinity were eager to give the couple their privacy back, the twins exchanging stares worth a thousand words cloaked in goodbyes. The front door could be heard shutting, encasing the house in silence again. The couple was finally alone. Alina stood in the kitchen quietly, leaning her weight onto the kitchen island. Josh slowly walks into the room, his hands clenched at his sides. The expression on his face was unreadable as he walked over to his girlfriend. He leans beside her on the countertop, a sigh leaving his lips. 

“I made a silent vow to you a few days ago,” he starts. “After that fight, we had a Tasha’s wedding.” Alina briefly glances in his direction at the confession but says nothing. “I swore I would never make you cry like that again.”

“How well did that go for you?” She asks. 

“Shit, not well if you’re trying to leave.” He says with a scoff. He reaches over and snatches her hand up. “It shouldn’t be this easy for you to want to get rid of me.” 

“Who said it was easy?” She asks, looking at him.

“Then what are we doing, Lina?” Josh asks, turning to look at her as well. “We had a rough weekend; that’ll happen now and then, but that shouldn’t break us. We’re stronger than this.”

“You said some crazy shit to me last night.” She reminds him.

“I’m not ashamed to admit I was upset, but I should have never taken that out on you.” He explains. “I could apologize a thousand times over if I could, but I know that’s not going to fix anything.” Josh would move their hands to the front of him, placing his other hand on top of them. “So what do I need to do?” He asks.

Alina looked away from him, sighing softly to herself at the question. Slowly, she shakes her head, unsure of what to say.“I don’t need you to do anything.” She whispers after several seconds of silence. She’d drop her head suddenly, her eyes now fixated upon the countertop. “I shouldn’t have left without telling you.” She admits. “I just…your mother was so happy to see you, and I didn’t want to take that from you.”

“Hey,” He calls, leaning into her side. Alina turns her head to look at her boyfriend. “I go wherever you go. If you didn’twant to be there anymore, we could have left together. Mama would have understood.” He assures her.

“I wouldn’t ask that of you.” She says.

“You wouldn’t have to,” he says. “How you feel about things is important to me, has always been important to me. If you don’t feel safe, if you feel disrespected, hell, if you’re tired, we can leave. I don’t care where we are,” Josh peers off towards the counter, his head shaking as he speaks. “Family reunion, birthday party, wedding, funeral–maybe, not work.” Alina’s laugh would make him pause, a large smile coming to his lips. “Don’t think Paul would let us off the hook that easily.” He finishes. 

“We could probably hide.” She suggests.

“I don’t think so, honey.” He sighs.

Alina leans into Josh’s side, placing her head on his shoulder. “What a crazy four days.” She whispers.

“Next time we fight, I’m just going to kiss you.” He says, looking over at her. She begins laughing, burying her face in his neck. “You ain’t going to remember why you was mad when I’m finished.” He presses multiple kisses to the side of her face. He pulls away, letting go of her hand. He starts to grab ahold of things on the counter. “Now, help me get this kitchen clean.” He commands. Alina steps away from him, also grabbing items from the countertop. 

“Yes sir.”

THIRTEEN

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Hello and welcome to my second event! Moonlight Song is still ongoing, so don’t worry if you still wanted to join that event as well <3 I just enjoy working on multiple things at once.

I’ve been pretty excited for this event, as many people know. I love coming up with events and making all the little assets for it, it really is so much fun and I adore seeing people’s entries!!! So, without further ado, here’s the Mad Tea Party Event!!!

Rose Court: Mad Tea Party

Every year, the high society of The Queendom of Roses hosts a party, in traditional tea party fashion. The host and organizer changes every year, and this year specifically is a special event: the reclusive and world famous author William Archibald James Alexander the Fifth is hosting it, a man who has not been seen in public for nearly fifty years!

Although, apparently, the man has given his grandson the task of organizing the party, and will not be attending. Never mind that his grandson is a bit young, and has never been heard of before now, and no one even knew William had a partner… But he’s surely capable, right?

As part of famous arcane academies, both RSA and NRC, as well as a few other academies around the globe, have been invited to send some of their best and brightest! This is considered a wonderful debut environment for promising members of society, after all!

NRC, of course, hosts a lottery for the students to win the lucky privilege of attending (…and the privilege of sharing transportation with RSA students).

Dress Code:

The invitations, written by the host and organizer, are VERY clear about the dress code. One must wear a colorful and eye catching outfit, and a hat. No hat, no entry. You may, upon entrance, attempt to convince said host of the validity of your chosen hat.

Here are some moodboards, and a reference. “Circus Lolita” is a good starting point to search for, but feel free to mix and match whatever styles you want!

Rules:

it’s not at all necessary to be following me to participate in this event! ANYONE is welcome to join!

Any type of entry is welcome: cards, general art, edits, fics, anything!

It’s not required to use the backgrounds I made, I simply thought it would be fun to draw one ^^

If you don’t want to link your character to my oc, don’t worry about it! It’s not necessary to follow the event story, you can still have fun with the outfits and aesthetic if you want, I don’t mind at all!

If you WOULD like your oc to interact with Ali or Tilly, feel free! You have my permission.

ANY Character is welcome to this event! NRC, RSA, some other school or place… Feel free to come up with some random reason your oc could be attending!

I will be writing my own ships in the event story, but don't hesitate to include characters in this event who may be shipped with the same character! Like I said, it's not necessary to follow the event story at all. This is all for fun.

You can draw/write for your own character OR a canon character, whatever you want <3 there are “official” participants, but this is all for fun, so it’s not necessary to stick to those.

Please tag me and use #Mad Tea Time! with your entry so I can properly gush about it ^^

There is NO DEADLINE on this event! Go crazy!

Backgrounds for the SR Cards:

Featured Characters:

[Limited Character] SSR Tilly

SSR Ali

SSR Ruggie

SSR Che’nya

SR Riddle

SR Idia

SR Jade

SR Silver

SR Azul

R Kalim

R Epel

R Trey

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[inkieflame]

how's lizzie dealing with her new situation in your lab au? what's she doing in her freetime, whos she friends with, anyone she avoids, etc?

(no pressure btw)

Content warning: implied repeated SA

Lizzie spends her "good days" pretending that she's still home, indulging in a delusion. She mostly hangs out with Joel and Jimmy, or she sits in the Practice Room doing various activities (The Practice Room is a space where subjects can exercise their various skills to make sure they don't get worse from underuse. They have things like workout equipment, cooking equipment, artisan equipment, and computers) She has memory problems, and has introduced herself to subjects several times in one day before. The only people she seems to remember are people that she knew before she came to the lab (Joel and Jimmy were the closest to her, but she also knew Scott and Oli)

On the "bad days" she's more self aware. She lays around in Joel's bed, or clings to him. She talks about how much she missed him while he was gone. She talks about how she wants to go home. She misses Meri. She's sorry she let the Watchers take her wedding ring (it was taken from her forcefully. She didn't have a choice)

Lizzie is not often rented out, but when she is, she tends to be very compliant. The Watchers have sometimes bribed her with permission to redye her hair, and that's enough to get her to do almost anything.

Her favorite renter is a man in a city about an hour away who likes the way she paints. He is in charge of keeping uptown clean and pretty, and he has her paint these massive murals across buildings and walls. These murals take several days to do, and he buys a hotel room for a week. According to the Watcher's policy, none of the subjects can be left alone for extended periods of time, so he stays in the room with her. Every few months he will rent her again and have her paint something new. Lizzie spends those weeks painting outside, and it's enjoyable. It's an escape. The Watchers can taste the dread on her when she eventually has to return.

But not everyone is that nice.

Some people take her to hotel rooms for other reasons. She has no wedding ring and she's too small to fight back. What can she do?

When she comes back to the facility, crying, Joel takes her silently to his room, red rage for the Watchers burning in his eyes. He lays helps her on his bed, and he works her into a clean new change of clothes. He gets an ice pack from the kitchen, presses it carefully against the red marks on her neck and chest. Eventually they subside.

She clings to his shirt, sobbing apologies, as though any of this was her fault.

She calls it cheating.

Joel calls it assault.

Gem is no stranger to comforting Lizzie. She's been in that place too. Not everyone is kind, she knows first hand.

"It's not your fault. You couldn't have stopped it. You didn't deserve it." She repeats as she soothes Lizzie. She is reminding both of them.

(oh, it seems I've word-vomited all over my post, oops. I didn't mean for it to be this long, but honestly I've been thinking about this for a while. Hey, are you the anon that asked for the Lizzie angst? Don't worry, I'm working on it lol. Just writing a oneshot about Martyn and Scott first, then I'll do some Lizzie/Joel angst)

[acepalindrome]

I still wanna write the thing where Izzy pulls a Mollymauk and claws his way out of his own grave but has lost his memory, and Ed and Stede have to help him try to get it back and realize that he has so much to live for.

BUT IVE GOT TWO SCARVES AND WHATEVER IM DOING FOR MY NEPHEWS TO KNIT BEFORE CHRISTMAS AND I DONT HAVE TIME FOR ANY OTHER PROJECTS

[dear-ao3]

pov your ex held your collection of thrifted spoons hostage for over a year (not entirely his fault, they got mixed up in his things during a move and you did not realize it, though he did adamantly deny that he had them) and reached out to your roommate on instagram nine months post break up after being thoroughly blocked for several months just to ask if you were still roommates and then to very cryptically reveal that he had in fact found the spoons (among other, mystery items that he did not reveal and you also have no idea what they are) in his car that he had not driven for a year cause he decided to make the worst financial decision of his life and buy a tesla and then tried to coordinate a meet up to drop off said spoons and mystery items which you did not want but you do want your spoons so you told him to either mail it or show up to your place of work when you were not scheduled only for him to entirely miss the point and still try to see you, then you reveal that you do not want to see him so he finally says that he will put on his big boy pants and mail it (though him actually mailing it is entirely unlikely) and also aparently hes gotten a perm since the last time you saw him and it looks terrible

[toomanyideasandfandoms]

Back at it again with the death seeking creator bullshit dhskdhfk This is just gonna be various rambles about different scenarios that I think would happen

One for instance is that once the acolytes realize the mental state of the creator they'll probably keep a healer by them at all times, and possibly a shielder too. Just so there is no way for the creator to die again. But I feel like they still would figure out a way to die just so the cycle can continue.

One thing I will mention is this would be an au that has teyvat trying to protect creator during the hunt. Probably getting more and more dangerous (like the monsters getting stronger is what I mean) as each death happens. And it just stays that way even after the creator gets recognized because teyvat is so pissed that the creator got mentally broken to this extent.

Actually also now thinking about it I wonder how the more protective ones (like the archons, adepti, and other characters with a more protective personality) would be reacting once the creator is recognized. Because I feel like they would just be desperate for forgiveness and some might be constantly begging, which I very much think would fuck up creator's mental state even more considering they're in denial over the fact they didn't deserve to die.

Also speaking of the creator, just for more angst, I believe that their form is constantly covered is scars. But like not nasty scars, if I were to draw them I would want to make it like artistic scars. What I mean by that is that when they get reborn/reawaken the scars turn into these beautiful patterns that litter their skin. It wouldn't be to romanticize the scars and abuse but to show how teyvat will still call them beautiful even with the scars. Since the creator is supposed to be the most beautiful thing in the world for everything in teyvet. Even though the creator wouldn't be able to see themselves as beautiful in the state their in until they heal from the their trauma.

[lefaystrent]

Random Sanders Sides Story Ideas

1. Patton is used to repressing his feelings. What he's not used to is repressing his new wolfish tendencies. In which Patton finds out he's a literal Woof Man and tries desperately to hide it from his roommates in increasingly ridiculous ways.

2. Thomas finds himself isekaied into a fantasy world where humans apparently don't exist. The mythical creatures he meets there may be ablento help him get home, if he can just get them to work together. Featuring centaur!Roman, faun!Patton, merfolk!Logan, naga!Janus, harpy!Remus, and drider!Virgil.

3. An AU of the cult classic game Vampire: the Masquerade- Bloodlines. Thomas is an ancient vampire who doesn't like to play a part in the petty clan politics. Over the centuries, he ends up gaining a collective of ghoul underlings who are more like family. Living peacefully becomes hard when the most recent ghoul he takes in, Virgil, becomes caught in the crossfire of a breach in the Masquerade.

4. Remus is a stuntman who's broken every bone in his body and then some. Roman, the leading actor of the movie they're working on, is becoming suspicious if the man is even human. As truths are revealed, the suspenseful horror film starts becoming reality, and Roman refuses to become a victim. Featuring make-up artist Janus, director Patton, script-writer Logan, and cameraman Virgil.

5. Janus, a powerful arch fae, is banished from his grove when his disdain towards humans becomes too great. Believing himself to be superior, Janus dives head first into human society to prove his point. Alternatively, local arch fae gets kicked out of his fairy ring and immediately gets stabbed upon entering human society. It'd be a shame if some humans were to take pity on him and make him experience...emotions. Featuring truth-seekers/monster-hunters Virgil and Remus.

[piratefishmama]

this is a gentle PSA to say that if i ever write a lil prompt or spam an idea and you vibe with it you are always welcome to write or draw things from it, i am always thrilled to see how my silly ideas inspire people to create!

[imtrashraccoon]

Here's another fic idea I had that I'll likely never actually write. This was my original plan for Bad Sansuary actually, but the prompts wouldn't have worked and I knew seven chapters for each of them wouldn't be enough to develop their characters. I also only got as far as writing down an idea for Killer...

It was inspired by @/popatochisssp 's fic, The Skeleton Crew, which I highly recommend!

Bad Sans Prison Oneshot Idea

The idea is there is a maximum security prison where monsters and even humans are kept. Monster's magic is suppressed with both a drug that they must take regularly and with an on site machine that makes a barrier that no monster can enter or leave without being allowed to. Only the worst humans are sent to this prison and it is basically considered a death sentence because even without magic, monsters are incredibly dangerous.

MC is journalist that is part of a crew making a documentary on several of the monsters in the prison. Generally she interviews the monsters and asks them questions. Although she is almost never alone with any of them, the documentary is taking several months to film and her coworker begins to get lazy, sneaking away during the sessions to meet with a member of staff they've been eyeing. While MC is frustrated at first, she lets it go because the additional privacy lets the monsters she's interviewing open up a bit more. She is particularly interested in three prisoners with almost no documentation but each have a rap sheet a mile long.

Killer

He was captured about a year ago and charged with the murder of twelve people, as such he was sentenced for life. Almost nothing is known about him though, such as the true number of his victims, where he came from, what his true name is, etc. Killer of course refuses to answer any of these questions, and often mocks the guards about his true victim count yet never admits to anything. He tends to make light of the situation and doesn't seem to believe, or maybe refuses to, that he'll be locked up for much longer. He claims his boss will come for him and then everyone will see.

Over time though, MC begins to see how frustrated he is becoming with being locked up. Despite what he'd let you believe, he is beginning to worry that Nightmare isn't coming for him. The thought is beginning to drive him mad too and while he may appear friendly, he is one bad day away from snapping.

Killer flirts relentlessly with Reader and often makes jokes, which really gets to her at first. She pushes through for whatever reason and eventually begins to see a different side to him. He is definitely a dangerous person and he definitely killed those people and likely thousands more, but she still feels a little sympathy for him. His charisma begins to get to her.

One day, MC is about to leave when a prison riot breaks out. She is caught in the middle and a monster attacks her. Killer shows up and defends her, although in doing so, she gets to witness everything he was rumoured to be. He doesn't even need to use his magic and nearly kills the monster, although hesitates in landing the final blow. He decides not to kill in front of Reader and sits with her until the riot ends.

This does change her opinion of him drastically and she makes an effort to keep seeing him, even outside of her work hours to get to know him a bit better.

[f-imaginings]

hai!!!!

i know you've already confirmed doing minor what ifs, but have you ever planned or thought of doing a longer one for a happy ending?

(im sorry for asking but these two make me mentally ill in the best way posible. )

The what ifs will be pretty well sized so hopefully they'll scratch the itch for y'all. My goal with the ending is also to make it kind of optimistic to empower other folks who want to write fanfic to give it a shot and make their own content too. I just love the idea of being able to make a positive impact with this story and to embolden others to let their own creativity run free. Plus I'd be cheering if there was a list of "works inspired by" that could sit at the end of the story when it's finished. That way the story (that a lot of people seem to really dig) can live on in everyone's interpretations of it!

[corioliseffect]

new curse dropped: having fic ideas but i refuse to write rpf/don't think i even could

[bookuce]

Change My Mind

SUMMARY: Josh and Alina are great friends most days. Other days, they want to tear each other apart. Some days, they’re in love with each other, but neither of them will admit it. 

*DISCLAIMER: This is a multi-part series. I do not own any of the characters in the writing except for the OC. The book uses actual names of wrestlers. Josh is Jey, Jon is Jimmy, Trinity is Naomi, and Alina is Alina. The book is not realistic and does not take place during real events, but some actual events (matches, storylines) could pop up in the story eventually. I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE OR REPOST MY WRITINGS ANYWHERE. THAAAAAANKS. *

PAIRING: Jey Uso x Black OC

TROPE: Friends to Lovers

WARNINGS: Language

WORD COUNT: 2.2K

PART THIRTEEN

ONE MONTH LATER

“This is the last time I’m doing this at work,” Alina says, grabbing her dress from the floor. Hooking up at work was always a gamble with Josh. Sometimes, it’s a quickie, other times, they have some things they have to work through. Tonight was one of those nights where a quickie turned into something much longer than expected. Josh watched her with a satisfied grin, his arm folded behind his head. 

“You said that the last time.” He reminds her. She glares back at him before moving and stepping into her dress. He lifts his hand, shrugging his shoulders at her reaction.

“Help me zip up.” She tells him, pulling the sleeves over her arms.

Josh would move from the couch he laid across, his hands finding the small zipper that lined the center of her back. Slowly, he pulls the zipper up her back, closing her into the dress again. “There.” He says, prompting her to drop her hair and face him. Alina places her hands on his chest, pushing them towards his shoulders and around his neck.

“This was the last time.” She reminds him.

“You lying your ass off.” He accuses her. His hands travel over her backside, his hands squeezing at it. A little moan leaves her lips at the action, prompting him to sink his teeth, adorned in gold jewelry, into his bottom lip. The sight of those grills peeking through pink lips always drove her crazy. God, he looks good. 

“You’re going to get me in trouble.” She warns him. “What if I lose my job?” She asks.

“You act like you’re not taken care of.” He replies.

“Yes, but this is my job,” she says, “and I have a reputation to upkeep within the media world. I don’t want to be known as someone who fucks her coworkers.” She says, earning a lip smack from the man. Her fears of workplace scandals were valid. Sleeping with coworkers was frowned upon; getting fired for something like that would follow you from company to company, making employment difficult to find in the industry. Sure, Josh would ensure she was okay, but she wouldn’twant to rely on him. Her mother always told her to make her own money and not to rely on a man.

“I’m not your coworker.” He says. Alina hums at his words before nodding.

“Mm, yes, you are.” She says. “We both answer to the same people, clock into the same place, have the same schedules; what are we called?” She asks. Josh briefly stares at her before smacking his lips and shaking his head. Alina begins to laugh softly, removing her hands from his body. “Exactly,” She starts. “I got to go.” Alina removes Josh’s hands from her body as she steps out of his embrace.

Just as she turns to exit, he grabs her hand, pulling her back to him. A little squeal leaves her lips at the sudden pull. “I love you.” He whispers to her, giving her a quick kiss.

“I love you too,” she replies, returning his kiss. Josh leaned into her, keeping their lips attached longer than necessary. She hums against his mouth, her hands returning to his chest. He wraps his arms around her body, pressing her flush against his own. His hands roam once again, this time going north rather than south. His thick fingers find the zipper he just finished zipping up, slowly pulling it down again. The action forces Alina to break the kiss. “Zip it back up.” She tells him.

“You sure?” He asks, kissing along her jawline and throat. She closes her eyes, her lips parting at his affection. 

“We’ve got to work.” She moans.

“I’m trying…” He purrs, still unzipping her.

“Not like this,” She says, pushing out of his arms. “Zip me back up.” She commands, turning around again. She lifts her hair off her neck to avoid getting caught in the zipper track. Josh huffs, taking ahold of the zipper. 

“You’re mine when the show’s over.” He whispers in her ear. His words sent little shivers down her spine, prompting her to roll her shoulders back to rid herself of the chills he sent through her. “Get out of here.” He commands, his hand striking her ass. She jumps slightly at the smack, glaring back at him.

“Put your clothes on and get back to work.” She tells him, walking towards the door.

“Yes, ma’am.” 

With one last glance at her man, Alina exits the green room. Once the door was closed, separating the two people, she sighed. Compared to the air in the room, the air in the hall was thinner and easier to breathe. That was a common issue in spaces where Josh existed; the air was always thicker and harder to breathe, suffocating, almost. It wasn’t a bad thing; she was in love, and this is what love feels like to her. 

Alina lifted her hands, pushing her fingers through her hair while she walked, finger-combing any knots. She then took her hands to the top of her head, smoothing any frizz and flyaways as she entered the open. She wanted to look semi-put-together as she made her way back over to where everyone else was. Every time the couple hooked up at work, they went to the opposite side of the arena, a half of the building that wasn’t in use. Though the chances of them getting caught are significantly lower when they do this, there is still that chance that they risk being caught. It was stressful thinking about it, but great sex came from it. 

The muffled sound of entrance music could be heard as Alina approached the side of the arena where the company was set up. The show had started over an hour ago, and she’d only been present for fifteen minutes–which was the opening and starting segment of the show. 

“Alina!” Someone calls, causing her to come to a halt. She pivots towards the sound of the voice. Catching sight of one of the crew members approaching her. “You’re on in fifteen.” She lifts an eyebrow at the update.

“For what?” She asks. From her understanding, she had no interviews lined up until later in the show. “Did something change?” She asks. 

“You got the Usos for a backstage segment,” He says. “They’re supposed to address what the Mysterios said in the ring tonight.” Alina’s brows furrowed at his words, a question she couldn’t ask burning at the tip of her tongue. She lifts her hand to her right brow bone, gently scratching her eyebrow. 

“Alright,” She says with a nod and grin. The crew member runs off, leaving her alone again. Her smile drops instantly.“Shit,” She swears, now walking off in the direction the crew member came from. Alina had no clue what was said in Mysterios’ segment and knew Josh didn’t either. Yeah, they were never doing this shit again.

Alina turns down another hall, nearing the interview set. Jon was already standing there, waiting for his twin and her to appear. He gently swayed from left to right, his eyes fixated on the ground while he waited. “Hey,” Alina breathes, gaining his attention.

“What’s up?” He greets. His eyes shift from hers to behind her. He doesn’t see his brother behind her. “Where’sloverboy?” He asks.

“Not sure,” She lies, looking around the set. “Can you catch me up on what’s going on?”

“You weren’t watching the show?” He asked, his brows furrowed. Instead of responding aloud, Alina shook her head, silently staring at the man.

“Five minutes!” The producer exclaims. “Where’s Jey?” They ask Jon.

“I don’t know,” Jon responds with a shrug. “I don’t keep up with that man like y’all think I do.” He says. “Let me just…” Jon places his index finger on his temple, closing his eyes. “Call him real quick.” He finishes. Alina stifles a laugh, her eyes shifting to the floor. 

Right on cue, Josh entered the set. “What’s up, y’all?” He greets the producer and crew members who were helping before turning his attention to his brother. The twins would do a handshake with each other. “What we supposed to be talking about?” He asks, making Jon pull his hand back. His eyes lowered suspiciously at the pair.

“So y’all was together.” 

“Where else would we be?” Josh asks, looking down at Alina. Jon shifts his gaze to the woman, who, in return, offers him a sheepish grin. He had caught her in a lie.

“You so damn…”

“Two minutes!” 

“What we supposed to be talking about?” Josh asks again.

“Rey and Dom challenged us for the titles at SummerSlam,” Jon says. “We supposed to accept the challenge to set up the match.” 

“Cool, cool.” 

“Thirty seconds!” A microphone was passed to Alina while she adjusted her earpiece. “In three, two, one…” 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m currently being joined by Jimmy and Jey, The Usos.” Alina glances up at Jon. “Guys, a few moments ago, Rey and Dominik Mysterio challenged the two of you to a match at SummerSlam for the Smackdown Tag Team Championships. The WWE Universe is curious about how the two of you will respond.” 

Jon would scoff at the news, pursing his lips as he listened. “Yeah, we heard ‘em out there.”

“Heard ‘em loud and clear, Uce.” Josh chimes in. 

“The Mysterios talking about they want their titles back.”

“They mean these titles?” Josh held his title out, shaking his head as he stared at it. “Nah, they ain’t getting these back. They right where they belong in the Bloodline! Ay, but look though,” Josh turns towards the camera. “Dom and Rey Mysterio! Y’all want us at Summerslam, Uce? Y’all can have us!”

“Yeah, it’s gonna be The Mysterios versus your five-time Smackdown Tag Team Champions, The U—!” Jon exclaims

“Sos!” Josh finishes. The pair would walk off the set, leaving Alina alone to speak to the camera.

“Well, it’s official! At Summerslam, it will be your reigning Smackdown Tag Team Champions, The Usos vs. Dominik and Rey Mysterio! Back to you, Michael.” She finishes.

“And cut! Perfect, everyone.” Alina let out a breath, turning to face the twins who were watching her close the segment. Her eyebrows jumped at the sight of them as she made her way over to them.

“Well, that was fun,” Alina says, moving past the twins. She glances over her shoulder at her boyfriend, pointing her finger at him. “I meant what I said earlier.” He rolls his eyes at her, muttering to himself.

“So, what y’all got planned after this?” Jon asks.

“We’re headed home to look at some houses for Josh,” Alina says. Two weeks ago, Josh sold his home in Pensacola and had all his things moved into her home. Though they had been living together for a year, it was now official. With all of his things in the house, now the house felt a bit…crowded. She attempted to make space in her closet for both him and her, but because they had so many clothes, things had to go into the guest room. When that filled up, things went into her home office. Boxes filled her garage, forcing her to park her car outside of her garage. They needed to figure something out soon about his living situation or get to selling some stuff they were overly attached to. 

Their living together officially was no different than it was before he moved in, but something about him not being anchored to another city and state now felt different to them. It was almost as if they were stepping into another chapter of life together. 

At the mention of their search for houses for Josh, the twins would exchange glances at each other. “Keep us updated. Trin and I will come up to help y’all move if you need it.” He offers. 

“Thanks, Uce.” They pause at the end of the hall.

“No problem. I’mma go find Trin and get up with y’all later.” Jon says, performing his handshake with his brother. He then reaches over to hug Alina before walking down the hall opposite them. The couple now stood in the hall alone, shooting playful glares at each other. 

“No more sex at work.” She says.

“Yeah, whatever.” He says, moving past her. He turns to face her, walking backward. “You say that like you not going to be begging for me next week.” Alina squeaks at his words. 

“I can refrain from sex for a day; it’s your ass that can’t.” He says, pointing her finger at him. 

“Bullshit.”

“Okay, so when we get back to the hotel––.”

“Now, hold on a minute.” He stops, holding his hand out before him. “You better not finish that damn sentence.”

Alina giggles at his reaction. “Oh, because you know.” She moves around her boyfriend, continuing down the hall.

“No, that ain’t it at all,” he said, shaking his head. The twin would follow after his girlfriend. “You getting real carried away threatening me, and I don’t like it.” Alina let out a loud laugh at the dramatics her boyfriend was displaying. 

“Okay, Josh.”

"I mean it." He grumbles.

"Sure." She giggles.

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A/N: Merry Christmas!

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