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someone on twitter said Imagine what s2 jayce would give to talk to s1 viktor just one more time. and someone had a time travel alternate dimension fic ready to go. and i read it. and now my face is being eaten by 3750 feral dogs i think

[amphitriteswife]

Stay the night

Pairing: Emperor Geta x Wife reader

Warning: mild nudity, shits ass

Summary: Geta finds himself seeking your comfort once again after finding out about general Acacius’ betrayal.

Note: I love crying pathetic hurt Geta also its implied sex not the real thing yk

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Geta feels conflicted. His hands pulling on his ginger colored hair. He was pacing back and forth between his bed and the door. His robe feels sticky because of the earlier sweat that had now turned cool. What should he do? What can he do? He feels nervous. No not even. He feels afraid. Where are you? He just put Caracalla to bed after his crash out against general Acacius and he felt suspicious of the Macrinus. He doesn’t know who to trust. Who speaks the truth? Who is genuinely on his side? Who is loyal? Who is actually helping him and not planned ng to overthrow him? He knows his position is weak. But hems trying! He wants to rule along side his brother, but his disease makes it very hard to. His breath took up a pace and so did his steps. He got even more impatient with every second. He can hear his heart thumping in his ears. Were you asleep? Did you talk to the Macrinus? Did you also plan to overthrow him? To betray him? To take the throne he knows he isn’t fit for? No. He can’t think of you like that. You’re loyal to him. He knows it. He’s just being hysterical. You’ve always been there by his side. You were the bridge between him and the Roman citizens, you gave him advice to keep the people happy, to make sure they’re fed and safe even if it meant that the elites sometimes disagreed. Please come soon, his head felt as if it might explode from all the thoughts.

Luckily for him he finally heard the faint sounds of rinkels. His eyes immediately reacted to the sound. They were bells. Tiny bells. He recognized them instantly. Only you wore ankle bracelets with bells, a gift you had received from him on your wedding night. You wore it quite a lot and only took it off when you went to the bed house. His eyes caught the sight of your feet. Then your ankle bracelet and then finally to your face. You didn’t wear any make up and your hair was slightly disheveled. He woke you up with his summoning. He felt guilty…he feels selfish for calling you while you needed your own sleep too.

‘I’m sorry for waking you up empress.’

‘It’s fine…did you need something from me at this hour? emperor Geta?’

Your voice was groggy. It made him feel even more guilty. He took a few breaths before he sat down on the bed. A rather vulnerable silence followed before he started to speak in a soft voice. His eyes didn’t meet yours anymore and his head was slightly turned away as if he felt ashamed of what he was about to say. The hand that was gripping his robe seemed to tremble slightly. It was pitch black and the middle of the night. He shouldn’t be having a conversation with you. The both of you should’ve been asleep. Nothing about the betrayal should’ve even existed. He wishes it was all just a cruel prank. There must be a reason. Would he rather not have known? Or is it for the better? Why is it like this? What did he do wrong? What should he tell you? The truth? But it’ll only prove that he makes poor choices as an emperor.

‘Stay…just for tonight please?’

He sounds pathetic. He didn’t mean for his voice to break mid sentence. He didn’t mean to tear up. He wanted to keep it hidden. He didn’t want to tell you what wrong. He didn’t want to feel this way. He kept his head low. The crown was missing, it was just his wavy orange hair. The robe was slightly exposing part of his chest and body. The request sounded simple. In any other moment he would’ve demanded it from you. Ordered you to obey him. But now he hadn’t. Now it sounded small as if it could break. Even after you two were wed, you stayed in different rooms. Geta never minded it as he usually found his own company with others wherever he liked. He never asked you to be in his other than having intercourse what you usually declined.

‘Did something happen my Emperor?’

The question made him sniffle a bit and wipe his face. He really doesn’t want to tell you. He doesn’t want to he weak in front of you. Both of his hands grabbed your robe. His own falling open in the middle of it. He looked at you with a rather pleading gaze. His eyes blood shot red and a his cheeks were a little glistening because of his tears. His hands wete trembling slightly yet he hadn’t said a single word. You didn’t really know what is was, shame to ask for help? Embarrassment? Well, it didn’t really matter which one. As long as he didn’t cry anymore.

‘I…don’t wish to think about such matters more than I already do empress, as long as you’re here…it’s more than enough for me.’

Those words made you raise an eyebrow. So there is something wrong but he just isn’t ready to tell you now. Got it. He’s also tugging on your hand like soke kid. How cute. Despite the pathetic and disheveled state he is in, he’s rather cute. Like a puppy. You wouldn’t tell him that ofcourse. It’s not like you’re sadistic. Your hands reached out for his, letting your fingertips glide across his knuckled which made him loosen his grip. He took a few breaths before he finally let go of your robe and sat back on the bed. He guided you to also join him in his bed which was bug enough for the both if you. He laid back on the bed, his eyes looking at the ceiling and his robe still open.

‘Please make me forget about all of it my empress.’

[thevegandarkelf]

Flattery: Daryl Dixon & Fem!Reader

Prompt: Themed Lingerie

Era: Alexandria, pre-Saviors

Word count: 600 words

Warnings: No use of y/n, suggestive themes but no smut

I'm finally dipping my toes into the world of Character x Reader writing. This is my first time writing in second person/x reader format, so please go easy on me or I'll cry. I'm posting this before I stare at it for too long and change my mind.

A massive thank you to @dixons-sunshine for proofreading, helping with translating Daryl's dialogue into Daryl, giving me tips, and encouraging me to do it/post it. I love you sm 🖤

“Daryl? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Cocking an eyebrow, you looked past your shoulder at him, your new boyfriend’s eyes quickly averting once he realized he’d been caught.

With winter setting in and temperatures beginning to drop in Virginia, the two of you had been sent on a run to a nearby department store, your goal to find coats, boots, blankets, and whatever sort of winter necessities you could get your hands on. Amongst all the cold-weather attire, you’d found a little something hot for yourself.

“Dunno what ya talkin’ ‘bout,” he mumbled, his normal sun-kissed complexion becoming one akin to a fresh tomato.

Your gaze dropped to the material in your hands, your fingers dancing over the satin cups, and a small smirk crossed your lips. You were holding a set of Christmas lingerie—a babydoll style two-piece. The red cups and mesh of the flyaway bodice were bordered with a fluffy white trim that trailed down the center with a red thong to accompany it.

“Ah, I see,” you teased, your cheeks beginning to heat up as you held up the garment, “this why?”

You’d only been together for a few weeks, the farthest you’d gone in terms of anything physically being a heated make-out session with little hand exploration. You’d been itching for things to move further but not wanting to push any boundaries. Daryl was clearly skittish and uncomfortable in the realm of sex and romance. However, unbeknownst to you, he’d been itching for the same.

He pictured the mesh flowing around your hips as you twirled before him and the thong sliding over your thighs and falling to your ankles. His signature small smile appeared as he pictured your eyes glossed over with lust and thought about what every inch of your soft skin felt like in his work-worn hands. He was reveling in this sweet little daydream, and you’d caught him in it.

“It’s ok, Daryl. I’m flattered.” As you walked back to him, you purposely swayed your hips a little extra, drawing the archer’s eyes to them for just a moment. Yours fell to your feet, that sweet heat returning to your cheeks again.

“Flattered?” He sounded surprised by your choice of words, like you couldn’t possibly be flattered by his longing gaze and the lewd thoughts you knew he was having. Despite having finally made your relationship official after months of going in circles, he was confused by sparkle in your eye he’d caught a glimpse of when you first looked back at him.

“Yeah. I mean, I’ve been…thinking about it too,” you assured, lashes fluttering as you brought your gaze up from the floor to meet his ocean eyes, “hinting at it for a while now. Hasn’t it been kind of obvious?”

The silence from him was loud, deafening as it practically echoing off the white walls. That alone was an answer enough for you.

A sweet giggle emanated from the depths of your chest, the sound like music to your man’s ears. “Okay, maybe not so obvious. I adore you, but you can be incredibly dense sometimes.”

“Grab the coats,” Daryl instructed, clearly flustered as he haphazardly gestured to a box on a nearby table. He was beginning to turn red again, somehow an even darker shade than he had before. He grabbed a box from off the floor and was quickly heading toward the front door. “Talk when we get back.”

“Talk…right…” you mused, a chuckle slipping past your lips as you stowed the lingerie away in your bag, “I’m sure that’s exactly what we’ll do.”

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[pastafossa]

I went through the second half of my ADHD testing today. And we had some time left. She asked me how I was feeling, towards the end, about the questions and the issues I'd talked about, and I told her about my anxiety and guilt over the things I'd mentioned, and my fear even now that I'd get through this whole process just to hear 'It's not ADHD, you're just lazy, just try harder.' When I told her that she gently said, "well I want you to know, you do have ADHD. You have it. You don't have to feel anxious about that anymore." And ya'll, the way I just started to cry.

I have it. I have it, and I class as 'severe' ADHD.

All those times as a kid I got in trouble with teachers for forgetting things or not being able to focus. All of the, 'you do well in reading, you're smart enough to focus on this, too, don't be lazy, you just need to try, why don't you care?'. All of the projects I started but couldn't finish, the forgetting to reply to messages and texts from friends and losing friendships over it, the clutter I can never seem to manage, my shit attention span, the way I couldn't just get shit DONE, the failed attempts over and over and over to organize and task manage and I don't understand, I'm trying, I promise I'm trying, please, I'm trying, why isn't it working. All those years spent wondering why I was such a fuckup when everyone else appeared to breeze through projects and Normal Adult Tasks without forgetting or losing focus.

And now I know it wasn't my fault. That I was trying. That I did care. That I wasn't lazy. My brain just... doesn't work the usual way. I was doing the best I could with the wrong tools, because all my life I've needed a screwdriver and all I had was a hacksaw. And now, NOW I can finally go to to the doctor for medication, go to therapists who can help and I can finally get the right set of tools. I know now one of the reasons I'm so anxious thanks to this: "I've found that people with late diagnoses often struggle with guilt and shame, and a lot of internalized ableism, because they've dealt for years with people accusing them of being lazy or just not caring."

It is so, so gd validating, especially on top of the surprise diagnosis of 'oh yeah and you're on the spectrum and that's why you've always struggled with these other things!' It feels like there's this weight off my shoulders and it's amazing.

[admirationandromantics]

Hyper-dependent

Okay, this was a request, and I feel like I'm slowly getting my flow back. Sorry to say, but I have deleted some of the requests because I just didn't feel motivated to do them. This doesn't mean that I'll stop! I appreciate every one I get, and I hope to receive more as time goes on.

This one is quite angsty, and deals with Josh's trauma after the mountain. Yes, you are basically emotional support. You're dating, he feel bad (of course) and nightmares regularly haunt him. There's also smut because of the request (and some people cope that way I guess). Anyways, enjoy <3

The events of the cabin were long over, and luckily, everyone survived. I don’t know how, and I didn’t think we would, but somehow, it happened. Josh was stuck down in the mines for a while. Days… I wasn’t allowed to search for him with the professionals, but I was the first one who got to see him at the hospital. His parents arrived shortly after as well, and they were glad that he was okay. He moved home for a couple of weeks, but came back in with me when the health professionals told him it was possible. I couldn’t wait. They told me it would be a lot of work, and sometimes, he has really bad days. I understood their concern, but I wanted him, I wanted him back. And maybe getting back to the usual routine would do him good? 

They were right. The days that were bad were horrible. Hours upon hours of crying and screaming. He exhausted himself at the end, finally falling into my arms and falling asleep. I knew he still mourned his sisters, but the monsters upon that mountain made him terrified. Sometimes he hid a knife under the bed, paranoid that they’d come for him. I still did my best to help him, even though I struggled myself. These events affected all of us after all. That’s what made it worse, I couldn’t even talk to them about it. They struggled as well, and many just wanted to put the events behind them. 

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“I fucked up” Josh whispers beside me. It’s the middle of the night, and due to his violent sleep, I haven’t been able to relax. 

“It’s okay” I put my hand on his cheek, caressing carefully and grounding him. The most important thing is that he stays grounded, that he doesn’t do worse in a panicky state. 

“What if they come for me? What if they come for you?” 

“They won’t, I promise” 

He looks up at me, worried and concerned. He doesn’t seem that bad now. More like in a processing phase. He just needs some reassurance. 

“Are you sure” 

I smile, grabbing the hem of my t-shirt. Well, Josh’s shirt, but it was the perfect sleeping wear. If he needed reassurance, then he would get it. After all, I was not supporting the whole ‘being prepared for death’-thing he had going. I could sleep in a vulnerable position, confident that nothing would happen while I did. I mean, it makes sense in my head. 

“I’m so sure that I’ll sleep naked. Know why?” 

“Because they’re not coming tonight?” 

“Exactly” 

I fully take off the top, before leaning down on his chest and pulling the covers over us. His heart is beating rapidly, and I rub soft circles over his bicep, trying to calm him. 

“You got hurt” 

“But I’m fine now” 

“I hurt you, I can never forgive myself for that” his voice breaks, silence following. We’ve been through this thing many times, but I understand why he isn’t letting it go. If I hurt him like that, the guilt would probably kill me. 

“You couldn’t have known what was on that mountain” 

“But I hurt you, I planned to hurt you”

“And I forgive you”

I lean upwards, giving him a small kiss. We could have this conversation a million times, and a million times I would say the same thing. I love him, and I forgive him. 

He turns, laying over me and capturing my lips again. This time it’s deeper, more passionate and rough. I break it off. 

“Josh, I don’t think we should do this in your state” 

“Please, just let me feel you” 

I oblige, pulling him down on me again. I caress his back, feeling the tensed up muscles under my fingertips. He needs to relax, to take a breath. His hand grabs my upper hips, groping harshly. The pain makes me wince, and he uses the opportunity to put his tongue in my mouth, exploring my insides. I already feel myself getting wet. We’ve been having sex, on his good days at least, and there weren’t many of them nowadays. 

He grabs hold of my thigh, pulling my leg up as he grinds against me. He’s incredibly hard, and I wonder why. We just talked about the mountain, about me being hurt, about me being in pain… 

Our breaths line up, both of our pulses skyrocketing. He kisses down my chest, stomach and my inner thighs. He leaves rough bites, red marks which will probably last for days. Before the incident, we’d always been rough and hard when being intimate with each other, but after, he’d been much more careful, treating me like I was made of porcelain, afraid that a small nail mark would hurt me. Now, he goes against everything we’d been doing for the last months, and I love it. 

I look down, only to be met with his piercing gaze as he slowly drags my underwear off, throwing it on the floor. He holds the intense eye contact while lowering himself, his tongue coming in contact with my folds. I let out a breath, whining from his small touches. He’s barely touching me, knowing that the teasing will get me even wetter. 

“Josh…” 

He doesn’t answer, instead putting more pressure on me, resulting in more pleasurable sounds escaping my lips. I feel my core building up, body getting warmer, and nipples getting harder. I’m right on the edge, begging to be let free when he stops. I whine from the sudden lack of contact. 

He drags off his boxers, revealing himself. He doesn’t give me time to take him in, instead leaning over me, hands roaming my body. I’m wondering if he’s falling apart, if he wants to stop. I sit up, hand going to his face. Before I’m able to reach him, both of my ankles are gripped, tugging me down, leading to my back slamming down on the mattress again. I yelp, unsure about his next step. 

But he doesn’t waste time. His dick is running up and down my folds, begging to be let inside. He slams into me, everything at once. I give out a loud moan, a mixture of pain and pleasure surrounding me as he starts moving. He goes almost all out before slamming in again, making low grunt sounds as he breathes. The rhythmic pattern of his movements are mirrored by the sounds coming out of me. Endless tunes of moans and whimpers filling the dark bedroom. 

My heat starts building up again, taking me to the edge. I grip the sheets as I try to hold on a little more, wanting to come together. My body bounces back and forth on the mattress, my hand going over my head to stop it from slamming into the bedframe. He massages my thighs roughly, causing me to fall over. I come all over his cock whilst feeling high on ecstasy. My legs automatically squeeze around his torso, and it doesn’t take long for him to come after. He fills me up, slowly going out before falling on top of me. 

His face is wet, tears flowing as he nuzzles into the crook of my neck. He tries to mask the whimpers and hulks coming out, but ultimately fails. I put my arms around him, one going into his hair. I stroke up and down his back, hoping to calm him. 

“Are you okay?” I ask, trying to calm myself after my high. 

“Please just let me feel you a bit more” he manages to say, arms going around my waist, hugging and holding me down. I kiss his forehead, fingers still combing through his hair. 

“I’m here Josh. I’ll always be here”

[anotherjheastan]

Another Complicated Love Story

A Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley FanFic

Chapter 3 | Masterlist

CW Panic attack

Chapter 4: Please, Please, Please

Please, please, please don't prove I'm right

And please, please, please

Don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice

Heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another

I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker, oh

- Please Please Please by Sabrina Carpenter

December 23, 2024 - Monday Night Raw

Rhea and Jey still weren’t official, but she pulled up to Raw layered in her open black coat, showing off her pink Yeet hoodie. She didn’t have a planned match, but anything could happen. Liv had retained the Women’s World Championship at Saturday Night’s Main Event. And now that Rhea was officially the new number one contender, nothing would stop her from getting the title.

Things with Jey had been going well. She hadn’t said the L-word. But in some moments when they would just look into each other’s eyes, she swore that was their way of saying it without saying it. Rhea’s best friend, Jessica, was in town for Christmas so she and Jey would be spending it apart. She had a Playstation gift card, ugly Christmas sweaters, and cute Christmas pajamas for him. He didn’t give any hint for what his gift was. Only that she would like. She had grumbled and said I’d better. He went on to tickle her.

After filming a promo, she went to look for Jey. The show was about halfway over and she hadn’t seen him yet. She knew he was here. She was walking around the arena. And then she spotted him down the hall. She froze. He was talking to Liv.

She took a step forward then stopped. Something hitched in her chest. They were smiling and laughing. Liv tossed her hair over her shoulder and touched his arm. Rhea tried to take a step forward, but she couldn’t. Her chest felt heavy. Why was it so hard to breathe? And what the fuck were they talking about? She put her hand on her chest and swayed on the spot.

She heard someone ask her if she was okay. She tried to tell them she couldn’t breathe. She felt herself inhaling, but it was quick, short breaths. Her chest got tighter. Suddenly Jey was in front of her. She used the last of her strength to pull away from him.

“Rhea, you have to calm down,” he said, reaching for her again.

She stumbled back and fell on her butt. She shook her head.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“P-p-p…” Rhea said, feeling lightheaded.

“Get Damian,” Jey called to the staff that was scrambling to help Rhea.

He looked so scared. Was it because she had caught him? Since when did he have casual conversations with Liv Morgan? She couldn’t even remember them being in the same place together apart from the ring.

The last thing she saw before she blacked out was Damian reaching for her.

Rhea woke up in medical. She felt eerily calm. Something was on her face. What was it? Oh an oxygen mask. That’s right. She was having trouble breathing. She had caught Jey talking to Liv. She looked to her left, no one there. She looked to her right and saw Damian. He was scrolling on his phone. She touched his arm.

“Hi Rhea,” he said, smiling sweetly. “What’s going on?”

“She’s awake?” she heard Jey ask. He was far away. Closer to the door.

Her heart pounded in her chest. Her face twisted in anger.

“He was talking to Liv,” Rhea whispered.

Damian looked confused. “Okay? They said you had a panic attack.”

Great. She had a panic attack in front of her enemy.

“Yeah. Probably because the last guy I dated who was sneaking around talking to Liv left me for her.”

“It wasn’t like that, Rhea,” Jey said, walking over to them.

Rhea sat up and snatched off the oxygen mask. “Yeah. Where have I heard that before?”

“Are you serious?” Jey asked.

Rhea studied his face. His eyes were red like he’d been crying. A mix of anger and confusion on his face.

“Deadly. So why don’t you leave me the fuck alone?”

Jey’s eyes watered. He was hurt. “Forreal? You want me to leave?”

“I don’t understand why you’re still here. Go find Liv.”

“Who cares about Liv? I’ve been worried sick about you!”

“Please, spare me,” Rhea said, looking away from him. “Priest, get him outta here.”

“Rhea,” Jey said, his voice cracking with sadness.

Rhea felt a pain in her chest, but she didn’t look at him. She just shook her head and placed her hand on her chest.

Damian stood up. “I’m sorry, man. You gotta go.”

Rhea heard him walk off and tears started rolling down her face.

“Are you okay?” Damian asked, gently rubbing her back.

Rhea shook her head. As she began to cry harder, he pulled her into a hug.

“We’ll figure it out,” Damian said. “No matter what, it will always be you and me.”

I loved him, Rhea thought. And he left me too.

[donttxtathebeach]

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Hi, so I'm getting bored of typing user and different numbers. So if you want, send me your @'s, and then I'll tag you in comments!!

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sofiarichie You look amazing. I'm just trying to figure out who that man is.

y/n_williams thanks? This feels really backhanded, so I'm just going to smile and accept it. sofiarichie it was, hope that helps

sofiarichie I thought we were closer than that, but I guess not. You think a girl is your best friend.

y/n_williams ohkayyyyyyy

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sofiarichie what can i say, im tierd?

haileybieber so cute..........

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y/n_williams thank youuuuu

user24 @drewstarkey How are you feeling right now?

drewstarkey at my grown age; I just respect that she seems to be getting the love that she deserves and move on.

brooke_starkey He is actually cowering in a corner crying right now. drewstarkey the fuck I'm not. haileybieber It is ok, Drew. I would be crying if I couldn't get with such a beautiful, smart, drop-dead gogeous, caring woman too. drewstarkey WHEN DID THIS BECOME A GANG ON DREW COMMENT THREAD?

sofiarichie i feel so hurt

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austinwilliams Wait, who is this? I saw your mom looking at the post and had to see for myself.

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sofiarichie Can you imagine? It’s all part of the master plan, haha. y/n_williams Let me go call Sofia before she makes part two of this post.

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user77 not her dad trying to figure out if Drew is dating Y/N?? What’s going on?

y/n_williams WE ARE JUST FRIENDS!!!

user24 Your feed is just pure joy! It’s impossible not to smile looking at your posts.

gigihadid Y/N’s photo dumps are always next level; they never disappoint!

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29 - The Fight Doesn't Stop

Part 30

Raised Fair Share of Hell

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“Actually Jamie you should have been here a long time ago.” Jaime, Kayce and I all shifted in our heads in the direction of the voice watching Beth stroll into the light of moon.  “I’m going to give you two options.  Option One : we put your ass down in that canyon with the other people who have tried to come for the ranch.  Option Two : you turn yourself into the police and confess to everything which will result in you spending the rest of your life in prison.  I’ll give you a minute to think about it but you aren’t leaving here without making a choice.” 

Jamie sharply turned his head in my direction,  getting to his feet.  “Alissa  - how could you do this to me.  I'm- I'm the Attorney General of the State of Montana.  I am the one that created this place.  You can't put me here!” He went to run back to the truck right before my husband wisseled with his fingers to his mouth causing his brother to halt. 

Coming out of the shadows I saw Rip, Ryan, Liyod, Colby, Teeter and the others members of the Bunkhouse aiming firearms.  Finally John Dutton strolled from behind his former son grabbing him by the back of his shirt, holding him on the ground on his back towering over him.  “This place was created for people like you, Jamie.” 

“Alissa  - help me!” He begged only to me. 

John tightens his hands on his throat choking him so he would pay attention to the man above him.  “Nobody here can help you.  You've betrayed this families trust.  And now it’s time you pay.” 

“You said I have two choices.  Let me choose.  Let me choose.” He begged his father. 

John got up to his feet, putting his boot on his chest glaring down at his former son.  “You've got two minutes to make your decision.  But mark my word you will suffer in one form or another for betraying the family, tryin to kill me and for nearly getting Alissa arrested for something she'd never do.” He removed his boot going to stand by his daughters side. 

“Alissa, please don’t let them kill me.  Please  - I have only ever been a good Uncle to Faith and Tate.  I have been a good brother in law to you.  I - I have - helped you give your daughter her name.” Jamie began crying looking over to me, sobbing heavily where I parted my lips recalling the moment he was talking about. 

Laying in the hospital bed I was cradling my newborn daughter in my arms.  She was wrapped in a soft pink blanket simply staring at her.  “I would have been here sooner but my flight came in late.” Lifting my head up I saw my brother in law Jamie walking into my room. 

“It's okay.  You're here now.  That's all that matters.” I sent him a smile. 

He pulled up the chair to my bedside eyeing my newborn girl.  “Where’s Kayce at?” 

“He went to the cafeteria to grab some food for us.” 

Jamie raised a hand running his thumb over his nieces cheek.  “Have you thought of a name for her yet?’ 

“Not exactly.  We've been unsure of what name fits for her.” 

He thought for a moment before an idea came to his mind.  “How about the name Faith.  Like you will always have faith that things will work out in the end.” 

“I love that, Jamie.” I smiled grinning down at my sleeping daughter in my arms. 

Footsteps entered the room where I saw Kayce sit down a tray of food seeing his brother meeting our daughter.  “How’s she doing?” Kayce bent down kissing the side of my forehead gently. 

“She’s doing perfect.  She's been sleeping since you went to get food.  And your brother came up with a name for our little girl.  Do you wanna hear it?” 

Kayce sat down on the edge of the bed brushing my hair out of my face sending me a genuine smile.  “What did you think of naming her?” 

“Faith Rae Dutton.  What do you think?” I asked him hoping that he liked it. 

Kayce leans down kissing me slowly and I felt a grin spreading across his face.  “I love it, Lissa Rae.” 

“I'm glad I could help.  I'll leave you guys too it.” Jamie smiled getting up from his seat, waving bye and leaving the room. 

Kayce took his chair silently staring at his daughter. “She’s the best thing that ever happened to us.” Nodding my head I laid my head back against the pillows, closing my eyes and getting some sleep after hours of being in surgery for a C-section. 

Blinking through tears I reached inside my husband’s back pocket taking his other handgun from his pocket.  Stomping up to my brother in law I aimed the firearm at Jamie's forehead where he started scooting backwards until he hit Beth's legs gulping nervously.  “Alissa, please don’t kill me.  I didn’t mean for the cops to ever hurt you for John’s attempted murder.  I just  - I was doing that to save the ranch.  The airport benefits the ranch.” 

“You let someone trick you.  You couldn't keep your mouth shut.  You are an idiot to think that Sarah wasn't going to do what you asked of her.  She only had a job to completely get rid of the man who raised you, who put you through Law School and who made you the man you are now.  Regardless of all that you claim him to be a monster and that he should be dead.  You're freaking pathetic, Jamie.  Now make your choice in the next second or we'll pick for you!” 

Jamie gulped, shifting his gaze around the group of people aiming firearms at the lawyer.  “I - I - I'll pick option number two.” 

Beth yanked her brother up from the ground punching him straight in the face where he collapsed down onto the gravel dirt.  “You little fucker better remember if you try to touch our ranch again.  You will end up right here as a bag of bones.” Jamie held his jaw shock written on his face but no one had made a move to stop her. 

“Knock him out and take him back to the ranch.  I'll gather what we need for him to confess everything.” John had his hands in his tan jacket that had orange liner on the inside.  He walked up right up to his now only living son.  

Kayce draped an arm over my shoulder and I laid my head against his chest sighing heavily in relief.  “Do you think that’s the last time we’ll have to fight to keep our home?” 

“I wish I could say yes, darling. But unfortunately the airport won’t be the last one.  Progress will always be our enemy.” He responded keeping his gaze trained on Rip and Liyod who had knocked Jamie unconscious again and were going to be the ones to take him back to the ranch where the police would be waiting and we would present them with the evidence of the adoption papers that showed how he found out John Dutton wasn’t his biological father. 

Lifting my head up slightly I got lost in his deep brown eyes.  “I guess you’re right.  Progress will come for the ranch someday.” 

“Look at it this way.  Jamie was our biggest threat and now he won’t be a problem anymore after tomorrow morning.” Kayce pointed out to me, grasping my hand in his taking me back over to his truck ready to go home.  “Let’s get back to the ranch.  We’ve got a big day tomorrow morning.” 

That next morning everyone in our immediate family was dressed up in business clothes since we would be seen by everyone in the state.  Kayce was attempting to fix the collar of his shirt in the mirror with me walking up behind him in the State Capital building.  “I don’t have any scissors for you to cut a bigger hole in that shirt collar of yours.” 

“I shouldn’t need’em.  I just hope this doesn’t take too long.  I’d rather be spending time with you, the kids and our family on the ranch than in front of a bunch of cameras.” Kayce dropped his hands giving up with the fight with his light blue collard shirt, turning around to see me standing in front of him wearing a dark red dress that went to my knees, my hair was slightly curled and I was wearing my brown riding boots that weren’t very muddy. 

“What’s that look for?  Is it too much?” 

My husband strides over closing the gap between us, connecting his lips down onto mine.  “Nothing's wrong.  It’s just - damn you look good, Lissa Rae.” 

Gripping the fabric of his dress shirt I leaned up on my toes deepening the kiss.  Kayce wrapped one arm around my waist bringing me closer and we were so engrossed in one another that we didn’t hear someone walking up to us.  “Kayce.  Alissa! They’re ready for us.” We separated seeing his sister standing there in a dark blue dress and black boots. The three of us. 

Me, Kayce, Beth, Faith and Tate were standing behind the podium in the center of the stage where I glanced over to the steps watching Jamie get escorted on stage by a few capital policemen and Detective Dillard stopping up behind the podium speaking to the state.  “Good morning citizens of Montana.  I finally have come to the conclusion of what occurred the morning our beloved Governor John Dutton was nearly killed.  The morning of the incident the power was unexpectedly knocked out the security cameras meaning we could rely only on witness testimonies.  There was many other pieces of evidence that helped us close this case but the important thing to know is that we have caught the man who ordered the killing of our Governor, Jamie Dutton.  Jamie shall be charged with attempted murder and will be sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole.” 

“Detective, can I ask-“ A reporter up at the front of the crowd starts to ask but gets cut off. 

Detective Dillard raises a hand waving the officers to remove Jamie from the public view.  “There will be no questions answered.  Now please let me introduce our current Governor John Dutton.” The crowd clapped and cheered yet I watched them remove Jamie from sight and the look on his face was completely broken. 

The double doors opened revealing John Dutton who slowly walked up to the podium.  Cameras focused on where he stood and I saw many officers from the police and livestock all looking for any signs of trouble just in case someone wished to try and take his life a second time.  My father in law cleared his throat tapping the microphone before he began his speech.  “When I first took this spot on this stage I told you I was not a politician,  that statement is still true today.  My only plan as your Governor has not changed.  I will still do everything in my power to preserve my family’s way of life and I will do the same for any true resident of this state that lives the same lifestyle as me and my family.  And to anyone out there who thinks they can get rid of me and stop my plan to keep this state the same way it is, you’re wrong.  I am not the only one who wishes to protect my home.  This is my home, this is our home, and we will defend it.” John stepped away from the podium getting escorted inside the State capital building. 

Kayce and I remained standing on the stage with our kids running off to go play seeing as they didn’t want to stay still for the cameras any longer.  Reaching inside one of my boots I tapped my husband’s arm slipping something inside his pocket.  “I need to go to the bathroom.  Can you come with me please?” 

“Yeah sure.” We entered the building heading to the nearest bathroom and he started to wait outside in the hallway until I reached inside his coat pocket.  “Alissa, what are you - is this a pregnancy test?” 

“I felt sick this morning but didn’t have time to take a test till we got here.  I took it right before your father gave his speech and I didn’t want to tell you with all the cameras on us.” I grinned brightly up at my husband who was holding the test in his hands. 

Kayce scooped me up twirling me around in circles chuckling until he set me back down on my feet.  “We’re having another baby.” 

“Yeah we are.  But I think we should tell your family tomorrow.  Today has already been crazy enough as is.” I kept my arms wrapped around his neck nuzzling my nose against his. 

Kayce kissed me gently relieved that life was getting back to normal for him and his family.  “We can do whatever you think is best.  I just want you and the family to be happy cause I know I am.” No matter what, the Yellowstone ranch was here to stay along with John Dutton. 

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[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

“hold on to your heart” // do me a favour live at forest hills stadium new york 08/09/23 ♡

[toastywindow]

man, i just love the ichigang just cause theyre the very definition of ride-or-die friends. ichiban trying to cope with his grief by punching grunts, and the gang is like cool with it. ichiban deciding to fight The Kazuma Kiryu, and they can feel- hell, they know that man is out of their league, but theyre like 'fuck it, we need to support our bff like how he did to us'

[gojooooo]

sukuna begging yuuji to take him back because he wants to feel his emotions again instead of his own emptiness and nothing but the closeness they once had is enough for him. and when yuuji does, because he feels incomplete as well without sukuna, he spawns into the domain again and walks around the familiar place, hesitantly calling out sukuna’s name to confirm he’s really there. “sukuna…?”

“…kozō” he hears in return, fondness in the tone, and when he looks up at where he remembers the throne to be he sees a face so similar to his staring down at him with a smile, a hand immediately reaching out to slick the pink hair back. after everything they went through there’s no reason to keep dancing around it – they belong to each other.

[sowearecleariamhere]

When I looked at the soundtrack before, pre act 2, I saw "Isha's song". I thought, why would Isha get a song? And a song that sounds like that? There had to be something I was missing or that was to come.

Now, post act 2:

[moonilit]

Aww the side story of the barbie (not date) but from Shouta’s POV, this is the cutest by @cyanoscarlet

Alliance in Pink - Side Stories, First art

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

JoJo Siwa doesn’t deserve all the hate (and homophobia) she’s getting for her style and music; but she does deserve scrutiny for defending Colleen Ballinger and being both active and complicit in abuse that happened on her TV show. Like the girl has been under the public eye in unhealthy environments all her life; cut her some slack — not too much; she’s still a responsible adult — but if you’re going to dogpile her, then at least dogpile her for the right reasons. Jesus Fucking Christ.

[outlying-hyppocrate]

sometimes i think about killing myself just so my family will be free of the burden that is me and finally leave the country.

[rapidhighway]

I didn’t go to sculpture again……