#when actually it seems like she’s been working more than ever

[bussyyeukie]

Neon Lights and Blood Fights drabble

Fighter!simon x reader: Simon’s first time seeing you, and the first time he’s ever truly wanted something for himself.

Simon stood with his arms crossed, black jacket pulling at his muscles on his shoulders. Brows pinched together tightly, his lips downturned–although you couldn't see that part past the black baklava he was wearing, skull painted on the bottom half of it, hood pulled up over his head. Eyes blacked out by the dark smudging around them. Blending into the scene like a ghost despite his size.

Eyes scanning out over the crowd, air murky with smoke and the neon lights in the basement.

He couldn't seem to get away from the scent of mildew that filled the air. Groaning to himself about how he wanted to take his 5th smoke break of the hour just to get out of the thick air and men shouting.

A fight was going on in the makeshift ring in the middle of it all, Gaz repeatedly slamming his fist into some poor bloke's face till it was nearly mush. The crowd ate it up. Simon rolled his eyes as he swept his gaze around again. Everyone was behaving–or behaving for the event, no other fights breaking out, no one causing unnecessary problems.

His boots thudded against the ground as he walked over to the makeshift bar, looked pretty legit for being set up that afternoon, but Price knew good people for it.

It was packed with drunk men, shouting and spewing nonsense.

His eyes landed on a familiar face, who was practically slumped over the bar with a drink in hand, squinting at his phone that was turned up too bright. The blond man shoving his way through the crowd, and damn near slamming his arm down next to the man, leaning towards him.

“Yeah I mean,” the man hiccuped a bit, rubbing his mouth, trying to show the bartender something on his phone, “She’s so hot ya know, but god just a bitch–like she just wants me ta-to be there allll the tiimmmee. Then when I actually wanna see her she’s all like, ‘bleh i’m so busy with work,’ and ‘wah wah i’m too tired tonight’.”

The bartender rolled his eyes as he mixed the drink, looking at the man with an annoyed gaze.

“It’s so annoying, she was cool at the beginning but ugh, she’s like…she’s so hot and good in bed but jesus it’s like, like she, like I’m supposed to just go to her whenever, like, I need my time ya know, my man time and shit…”

The lumbering man felt his stomach churn with what he was hearing, growing even more irritated with the bastard than he was.

The man looked at his phone again, sighing, muttering to himself, “Wish she had bigger tits though…”

“Nice night, ey mate?” Simon’s voice was gruff as he spoke–the man jumping in his seat and whipping his head around.

“Christ–uh, Ghost–heyy man uh–”

The man's hair was sweaty and stuck to his forehead, face flushed as he fumbled with his phone. Simon glanced at it, and felt his fist tighten up and his heartbeat speed up.

“Price’s been lookin' for ya, got some things to settle with ‘im.”

“Y-yeah,” the man looked to the bartender, who snorted out his nose and left the two alone, sending Simon a quick look, “I, I’ve got the money–almost um got the money like i’m so close to it–”

Simon cut him off by slapping his back roughly, jolting the man forward, digging his ribs into the bars corner.

“Oh I’m sure,” there was a beat of silence before he gestured to the phone on the bar, “That yer bird there?”

The man gulped and looked to his phone, as did Simon, a picture of you on the screen–it was a picture of you sitting with your knees to your chest, you were in a pair of black sports shorts that were just starting to ride up on your ass and a worn green t-shirt with some soda slogan on it. Your hair up messily and a fork resting between your lips. You were looking up at the camera through your brows a bit annoyed, a bowl of pasta sitting in front of you.

Simon felt his teeth grind together a bit, forcing himself to peel his eyes away from the phone to look at the much less pleasing sight of the drunk man who was sitting with his mouth open.

Simon agreed, you sure were something that was easy on the eyes. More than easy, he could look at you all day everyday if given the chance.

“Um…yeah?” the man sounded unsure of himself, slightly confused, “She’s my girlfriend.”

“Hm,” Simon hummed to himself, looking down at the picture again, “Pretty thing, ain't she?”

The man chuckled in a douche manner, “She’s pretty hot yeah, that’s why I’m dating her.”

There was a weird sense of boasting that rolled off the man's tone, eyeing Simon up and down.

“Wanna see more?”

Simon's gaze grew dark as he looked back to the drunk sitting there, who scrambled for his phone and started tapping at it, before holding it out to Simon–whose muscles tensed up and whose scowl deepened.

It was a picture of you on your hands and knees, chest nearly to the floor and your arm bent uncomfortably to reach under a shelf grabbing for something. Obviously unaware the picture was being taken.

“The fuck is that?” the titan of a man felt his voice drop lower, shoulders squaring out.

The drunk seemed to not catch the shift in atmosphere, “Got a great ass, don’t she?”

He looked back to his phone as Simon grabbed the man's wrist tightly, making him shout out a swear and look up with wide eyes.

“Hey what the hel–”

“Delete it.”

“Wh-what?”

“Delete. It.”

Simon’s tone was scary smooth, pulling the man's arms closer to him as he squeezed, leaning in closer.

“Uh–I…yeah I, ok I will…” Simon let go of the man and he stumbled back slightly, before shakily bringing his phone back to him, “Ya know she’s my girlfr–”

One look from the much bigger man caused him to shut up, snapping his attention back down to this phone.

“Ok, it’s gone…ass.”

Simon nodded, then reached around to grab the back on the man's collar. Pulling him up as Simon straightened up, arm solid with muscle as the scrawny man stumbled and reached around for him.

“Since ya ain't doin' nothin’, sure Price would like to 'av a word wi' ya…”

“I-I–”

Simon dragged him away, leading him out of the crowd stumbling and tripping over his feet with Simon’s wide steps. The blonds mind wandering back to the bird on the screen, his heart jumping again in his chest. For a moment he was taken out of the grimy place he was stuck in for the night, the air seemed easier to breathe and the nose not so grating on his ears…he had to see you again.

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[someonegoood]

THE CORPORATE EQUATION drabble #4 ✫ jeon jungkook

CONTAINS: corporate!au, ceo!jk, headofhr!reader, grumpy x sunshine, slow burn, accidental vulnerability, mutual pining, emotionally unavailable jk, bickering turned bonding, fluff & angst :)

NOTE: this will be a mini series. thanks so much for reading!! this work is not revised and english is not my first language :)

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❀ drabble four: dinner words

The restaurant you choosed was quiet, tucked away from the usual bustle of the city. It wasn’t extravagant, but it had a certain charm—warm lighting, soft music, and a refined yet comfortable atmosphere. You glanced around, taking it all in as you sat across from him, your fingers skimming over the crisp white tablecloth.

“You actually agreed to this,” you said, a teasing lilt to your voice as you picked up the menu.

Jungkook, who had been nursing his glass of whiskey, sighed. “I didn’t agree. I was forced.”

You laughed. “Right. Because taking a break is such a horrible fate.”

He shot you a look, but there was no real bite to it. The weight of the office, of responsibilities, of unspoken frustrations—none of it seemed to press quite as hard here.

A waiter passed by, setting a delicate vase with white lilies in the center of your table. Your face lit up instantly.

“I love white lilies,” you murmured, reaching out to touch one of the petals. “They’re my favorite flowers.”

Jungkook’s gaze flickered from the flowers to you, something unreadable flashing in his eyes. He didn’t say anything, just hummed in acknowledgment before taking another sip of his drink. You didn’t press him.

Dinner was… surprisingly easy. Conversation flowed, and though Jungkook was still as guarded as ever, there were moments where his walls cracked—just enough for you to catch glimpses of something softer underneath. He listened when you spoke about your family, your ambitions.

He even let out a quiet chuckle when you recounted an embarrassing story about Soojin and Minho from the office Christmas party last year.

“You actually laugh,” you said, mock-surprised.

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Don’t get used to it.”

The meal stretched on longer than either of you had planned, but neither of you seemed eager to leave. It wasn’t until the waiter cleared the last of your plates that the spell was broken. Jungkook checked his watch, sighing.

“We should—”

Then, a voice interrupted.

“Well, isn’t this unexpected?”

You turned toward the source, your stomach twisting at the sight of the woman standing a few feet away. Shw wa the same woman you had seen at the airport: stunning, poised, with long, dark hair and an expression that carried the weight of history. Her eyes flickered between you and Jungkook, amusement and something else—something unreadable—playing at the edges of her lips.

“Yuna,” Jungkook said, his voice carefully neutral.

So this was her.

His ex.

The atmosphere shifted instantly, the warmth from moments ago cooling into something more distant. Jungkook’s shoulders tensed, his jaw tightening just slightly. And though you knew better than to let it show, your fingers curled subtly around the edge of your napkin.

“Mind if I join?” Yuna asked, tilting her head ever so slightly.

Jungkook hesitated. And just like that, whatever fragile moment had been built between you and him began to splinter.

Yuna didn’t wait for permission. She slid into the empty chair beside Jungkook, crossing her legs effortlessly, her gaze flicking to you with thinly veiled curiosity. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” she said, her voice smooth as silk.

Jungkook remained quiet, but his fingers curled slightly around his glass, knuckles turning white. You watched the subtle tension in his posture, the way he didn’t quite meet her eyes when she touched his bicep with her perfect and delicate hand.

“Surprised to see you here,” she continued, stirring her wine glass absentmindedly before glancing at you. “And… who might you be?”

You opened your mouth, but Jungkook beat you to it. “She’s my—” He stopped. Paused. Searching for the right words.

Yuna’s lips curled at the hesitation. “Ah,” she hummed, as if she already knew the answer.

You swallowed, pushing your chair back slightly. “I should get going.”

Jungkook’s head snapped toward you. “Wait—”

“It’s fine,” you interrupted, offering a tight-lipped smile. “It’s late anyway.”

He looked torn for a moment, but Yuna’s presence loomed between you like an unspoken history you didn’t belong to. You could see it in the way she studied him, how she knew exactly where to poke and prod.

You didn’t want to stay and watch it unfold.

Jungkook started to stand, but you shook your head, forcing a lightness into your tone that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Enjoy your night.”

And with that, you turned and walked out, the weight of something unspoken settling heavily in your chest. Jungkook didn’t follow. You didn’t expect him to.

The night air was cool against your skin as you stepped outside, but it did nothing to quiet the sudden storm swirling inside you. And just like that, your heart was broken into pieces. Again.

Falling in love with your boss wasn't great.

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[cheynovak]

Blurred Lines

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Y/N Female co-star     

Summary: Y/N is a friend and co-star of Jensen, they are friends, but what happens when one night, the lines of friendship seem to be blurry?

Warnings: Not much yet.

English isn't my first language.

*Please do not copy my work, reblog/comments/likes are appreciated*

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The convention had gone well—plenty of laughs, nostalgia, and a few embarrassing stories shared on stage. But it was that one moment, the fan’s question about *The Boys*, that had stuck in Jensen’s head all day.

Danneel, ever the sharp-witted one, had laughed it off. “Pretty sure Jensen sees Y/N as a fourth child rather than a sexy co-star. He calls her kid all the time.”

The audience had roared with laughter, and Jensen had played along, nodding and keeping his mouth shut. He’d thought that was the end of it.

But now, hours later, his phone was buzzing at nearly midnight. Y/N’s name flashed on the screen.

Jensen frowned and answered. “Hey, kid—”

“Jensen,” Y/N cut him off, her voice breathless, panicked. “We have a problem.”

His stomach clenched. “What happened?”

There was a pause. Then she said, barely above a whisper, “Someone dropped a picture of us.” Jensen sat up in bed. “What kind of picture?”

“A bad one,” she said. “I—I don’t know where it came from, but someone got a shot of us… kissing.”

Silence.

Jensen felt the air shift, his mind racing through every possible scenario. It wasn’t like there were actually romantic feelings between them—right? Y/N was his friend. A good friend. He’d known her since she was just starting out. She’d played his lost adult daughter on a tv show, for crying out loud.

But things had changed when she’d been cast in 'The Boys'. Their characters had a… different relationship now. One that involved late-night shoots, a few too many teasing comments from the crew, and, of course, those damn scenes.

Scenes that had felt a little too natural at times.

Jensen exhaled. “Okay. First—where did you see this?”

“Twitter. Someone posted it, but it’s spreading. Fast.”

Jensen scrubbed a hand over his face. “Shit.”

“I don’t even remember this picture being taken,” she continued, voice rising with stress. “I mean, yeah, we’ve—” She cut herself off.

Jensen closed his eyes. Yeah. They’d kissed before. But off-screen? Only once.

A wrap party, after too many drinks, when they’d both been buzzing from the high of finishing a particularly grueling season. It hadn’t meant anything. At least, that’s what they’d agreed. They never talked about it after that night.

But apparently, someone had caught it.

“Okay,” Jensen said, keeping his voice calm. “We’ll get ahead of it. I’ll talk to my team, you talk to yours. Worst case, we chalk it up to method acting bullshit.”

Y/N let out a shaky laugh. “Yeah, because that won’t sound suspicious at all.”

Jensen smirked despite himself. “We’ll figure it out, kid.”

There was a beat of silence. Then, softer, she asked, “Jensen… are you freaking out?”

He hesitated. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “Are you?”

“…Maybe.” Another pause. Then Y/N sighed. “Guess we should’ve seen this coming, huh?” Jensen leaned back against his pillows, staring at the ceiling. Yeah. Maybe they should have.

Because maybe—just maybe—this wasn’t just a PR crisis.

Maybe it was something more.

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*To be continued…?*

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[bekolxeram]

A whole day late to @bucktommyfluffebruary's day 1 prompt: non-sexual intimacy. Inspiration strikes suddenly, what can I say?

You can also read it on AO3.

Golden Hour

rated G | 1027 words

“Morning, team!” Buck walks into the firehouse with an extra bounce in his step, looking the most carefree he’s been for months.

“What got you so… woah,” Hen begins questioning, but stops in the middle of the sentence once she fully turns around and takes a good look of her strangely jovial co-worker.

“What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?” Buck instinctively touches his face in response to Hen’s reaction. He has a hard time deciphering her expression; She seems… surprised, astonished, but at the same time, shocked, and confounded.

“No! Not really. You seem… happier,” Hen puts on a reassuring smile, “but the bags under your eyes seem like they came straight from the Milan Fashion Week, and your hair looks like you’ve just rolled out of bed.”

The entire 118 bore witness to Buck’s post-Tommy heartbreak. Yes, he obsessively checked his phone and got addictive to baking, maybe he let his stubble grow out a day or two more than it should, but he never, ever, neglected personal hygiene or grooming. He always made sure to dress like a functioning member of the society before heading to work, what happened outside of shift was his own business.

“I used to know someone like this at school,” Chimney joins in. “His girlfriend dumped him just before summer break. Then he came back to school looking like a hobo, but at the same time, happy as the Buddha. He told me he went on a trip to discover himself.”

“But Buck was with us last shift, 48 hours ago. What life-changing destination could he have gone to in such a short amount time?” Hen furrows her brows in confusion.

“By trip, I mean an acid trip,” Chimney snickers, then he turns to face Buck in chorus with Hen, waiting for an answer.

“I can assure you, I’ve never taken any mind altering substance before coming to work. That would be irresponsible!” Buck objects, attempting to halt this dangerous speculation at once.

Just as Hen and Chimney are about to interrogate further, Eddie chimes in while slowly sipping on his coffee, “Buck and Tommy are back together without telling us.”

Gasps, then cheers fill the room.

“Wait, how? Did Tommy tell you?” Buck asks.

“No one told me anything,” Eddie takes another sip from his mug, “I can just tell, from your hair.”

“What’s wrong with my hair?”

“Oh! Yeah!” Hen’s whole face is lit up by her realization, “the hair thing, right?” She vaguely gesture at her head.

“Exactly.” Eddie snaps his fingers at Hen.

“What hair thing?” It’s now Buck’s turn to be utterly confused.

“I don’t get it either,” Chimney turns his attention to his brother-in-law. “Is Tommy bad at picking shampoo? Or hair product? Can’t you just bring your own?”

“Um… I don’t know.”

“You’ll get it once you’ve spent enough time with them,” Eddie sighs.

“I’ve spent plenty of time with them. One is my oldest friend, the other is my brother by marriage!”

“With both of them together, as a third wheel,” Eddie adds.

Chimney grimaces. “Ugh, no! Is it a sex thing?”

“It’s appropriate safe in public,” Hen clarifies, “as long as you don’t find two people of the same gender being in love inappropriate.”

“Oh, okay,” Chimney nods in understanding, “but, what about the bags under your eyes?”

“Um… Tommy and I…”

Buck’s interrupted by Eddie.

“Stop. That one’s definitely a sex thing.”

It takes Chimney another few months to figure out what the “hair thing” actually is.

Buck and Tommy have been invited to dinner at the Han’s.

The four of them were anxious about the possible awkwardness, but Chimney and Tommy settle right back into their old buddy dynamic once the conversation starts flowing.

“I think you two fixed my brain when you showed up all sooty at the hospital. I was groggy all week, but connecting the dots that you guys had been making out? That was the first time I felt like I could finally think clearly,” Chimney recounts his experience coming down with viral encephalitis, and marrying the love of his life at a hospital.

“A hospital, what is it?” Tommy asks, barely containing his giggle.

“It’s a big building with patients, but that’s not important right now,” Chimney bursts into laughter in unison with Tommy by the time his finishes his sentence.

“Um… What’s the joke?” Maddie asks, while both Buckley siblings frown, seemingly puzzled.

“Airplane! The greatest comedy movie of all time!” Chimney exclaims.

“And the most quotable,” Tommy supplements.

“Neither of you have watched Airplane? Tommy, you didn’t introduce your man to the most influential film in your life?”

The Buckley siblings shake their head.

“Alright, we’re watching it after dinner.”

Chimney has seen Airplane! countless times before. The simple, sometimes childish humor of this classic has been his go-to for years whenever he needs a pick-me-up.

He may have the ability to recite the entire movie from start to finish, but the source of the enjoyment now comes from watching his friends and loved ones’ reaction to this comedic masterpiece, to experience the amusement and wonder anew from their fresh eyes.

“We have clearance, Clarence.”

“Roger, Roger. What’s our vector, Victor?”

Chimney turns to focus on the viewers’ reaction, instead of the screen.

Maddie’s almost crying with laughter, while shoving a few kernels of popcorn into her mouth. Popcorn with butter and pickle juice, the exact snack she’s been craving.

Buck, on the other hand, is laying his head onto Tommy’s shoulder.

And Tommy, he absentmindedly anchors his hand into Buck’s hair, and ruffles the curls around.

Chimney himself would gladly push off whoever dares to touch his carefully styled hair, but Buck’s happily leans into his boyfriend’s touch.

“Is that correct phraseology in aviation?” Buck beams at Tommy, half flirting and half genuinely asking to satisfy his curiosity.

“Yeah, more or less. That’s why it’s a classic,” Tommy gazes back at Buck softly, hand still messing up the younger man’s hair.

Buck shows his dimples, nestles his head at the crook of Tommy’s neck, and continues watching the movie.

My brother is in good hands.

Chimney tells himself silently.

[obvithe-bestsoph]

No. 27 | "Don't cry, I hate it when you cry." PG6

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After yet another long day of work, you walk back through your apartment door and put your bag and coat on the hanger, tiredly wandering into the dining room and rubbing your eyes. You get the fright of your life, your boyfriend sitting at the table with a giant grin. After you calm down from the scare, you laugh slightly.

“Dios mío, Pablo. Some warning would’ve been nice.” He stands up and comes towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Lo siento (i’m sorry), I wanted to surprise you.” “Well, you definitely nailed the ‘surprise’ bit.” you chuckle, laying your head on his chest. “I cooked for you. Your favourite.” Your eyebrows raise in surprise. “Really? Why?” “Why not?” he shrugs, “You’re my girlfriend, I love you, I wasn’t busy, and I assumed you would’ve had a long day, so I did something nice.” You smile slightly, “Of course you did. You’re too good to me.” “Just as good as you deserve. Now, sit.” he pulls out your chair for you and more or less forces you down into it.

A plate of (your favourite food) is put in front of you, and you grin up at Pablo. “Gracias, mi alma (thank you, my soul).” “De nada (you’re welcome).” “So how was training today?” you ask, looking at him as you both begin to eat. “Good, I think we’ll play well in the game on Wednesday. Speaking of, are you gonna be able to come?” “I wish, and I hope so, but I’d have to ask my boss to finish an hour early. And when she’s the one approving it, there’s a very small chance it’ll actually happen. But if I can’t be there in person, I’ll be secretly checking the score on my phone under my desk.” you smile weakly, you really are sick of your nightmare of a boss. Pablo frowns. “How come everyone else’s leave always gets approved, but never yours? How come she always gives you more work than everyone else? Does she not like you or something?” You sigh and shrug, “Honestly, your guess is as good as mine. It sure seems like she doesn’t like me, but I have no idea why. I don’t think I’ve ever done anything wrong or made a mistake around her.” Pablo’s frown only grows. “I don’t understand why you even still work there, why can’t you just find another job? Hell, why can’t you just quit? I’ve told you before, I make more money than I know what to do with, it would literally be no problem if you stopped working, let me support you, and moved into my apartment with me.”

“Because I’d feel bad.” “Well, that’s stupid. Why?” “Just because. You don’t need to be paying for all my shit on top of all yours.” Pablo rolls his eyes. “You aren't a particularly expensive person, Y/N. You rarely even let me buy you anything. You insist on paying for your portion of meals and always buy me far too much for Christmas and my birthday, etc.” “Yes, because I’m your girlfriend, not your financial burden.” “Spoiling the love of my life every once and a while is hardly a ‘financial burden.’ You’re being ridiculous.” “I don’t want to argue with you, long story short, the answer is no. It’s just one annoying boss, nothing I can’t handle. And I’m fine with working.” Pablo scoffs and the room is silent for a few moments. “Look, I only suggest it because I love you, okay? I want you to just be able to come to my games, home or away, and not have to know about it 2 weeks before so you can apply for leave, only for it to be denied by that demon of a boss you have. I hate that you’re always exhausted on all our dates because you’ve had a long week, that you fall asleep so early that we never have time to do anything… fun… at night anymore. I just want you to be free and happy. Por favor? Para mi? (please? for me?)”

You look at him for a moment before looking down at your plate again. “I’ll think about it.”

Pablo grinned again, he knew that was more a less an ‘Okay, fine, you win.’

“Gracias. Te amo, mi vida (thanks. i love you, my life).”

Later that night, you guys were cuddled up on your couch, Pablo was watching the movie that was on the TV screen, and you were on your phone. Finally, he looked down. “What are you doing?” he asks curiously. You look up at him and grin. “Sending in my resignation notice.” His eyes go wide and he sits upright, “You’re kidding.” “Nope.” “Oh my god!” he breaks out into yet another grin, pulling you into a proper hug. “Thank you, thank you so much,” he whispers into the skin of your neck. “Why are you thanking me? It should be the other way around, you’re the one who’s basically retiring me early.” you smile, and Pablo chuckles lightly. Eventually, Pablo calms down from his excitement a little and watches over your shoulder as you finish typing out the email. “I can’t believe I’m seriously about to do this.” you say quietly, your finger hovering over the ‘Send’ button. “Neither, but I promise, you won’t regret it.” he presses his lips to the top of your head. A few moments go by, and you still don’t press the button. “Are you gonna send it, or what?” “Pablo, I’m scared,” you whisper, looking up at him, and he can see the worry and uncertainty in your eyes. His expression and tone soften, “Why?” “I don’t know… I just am.” “You don’t have to do this right now, you know?” “I know, but I want to.” “Then send it.” “I can’t.” “Well, that’s kinda stupid.” You thrust the phone into his hand. “You do it.” “You’re sure?” You nod. Pablo hits send, and just like that, you’ve quit your job. You stare at the ‘Sent’ message for a moment before bursting into tears, burying your face into Pablo’s chest. He shushes you gently, rubbing your back and repeatedly kissing the top of your head, before eventually pulling your head away so he can look into your eyes. “Don’t cry, I hate it when you cry. What’s wrong?” he asks gently. “I- I’m just so happy. Thank you, Pablo. Thank you so much for this opportunity.” you sniff, speaking shakily through the tears. “Anything for you, mi niña preciosa (my precious girl).” he murmurs.

“I love you.” “I love you too, más que nada (more than anything).”

[electronickingdomfox]

Star Trek TOS slash bits (Season three)

This is my personal rundown of all the slash scenes in TOS season three. I've omitted episodes when I didn't find anything remarkable in them.

-What I count: lingering touches or affectionate looks, clinginess, actions that show a strong concern/familiarity with each other, suggestive scenes...

-What I DON'T count: friendly gestures (like smiling or looking amused when someone says something funny), scenes taken out of context, physical proximity just because there's not enough space...

I'll try to illustrate some scenes when necessary, though screenshots usually don't do justice to it.

For season one analysis go here. For season two, go here.

Spectre of the Gun:

McSpirk The mind-meld scene. For Kirk, this was his first mind-meld, for McCoy the third, if you count the one with Mirror Spock. Actually, Spock also mind-melds with Scotty here, but in my opinion, the scenes with Kirk and McCoy look much more intimate. Almost like love scenes, while Scotty's seems a more clinical meld. For comparison:

The Paradise Syndrome

McSpirk At first McCoy is infuriated by Spock's decision to take care of the asteroid before rescuing Kirk, though then he submits to his very logical reasons for doing so (explained with rocks, so the doctor can get it). McCoy will spend the rest of the episode entering Spock's cabin every five minutes, to see if he's getting enough rest. While Spock works himself to exhaustion, trying to figure out a way to divert the asteroid and save Kirk (granted, he also wants to save the rest of the planet, but still...). Also, McCoy tries to comfort Spock, by telling him it wasn't his fault the ship was crippled, and that Jim would have done the same. For his part, Kirk isn't very worried about Spock and McCoy, but that's because he's being KIROOOK!! and can't even remember them.

And the Children Shall Lead

Spirk The famous turbolift scene. When Kirk feels he's losing command, he first grabs Spock in a panic, and then literally throws himself into his arms, in a half intimate, half awkward scene. It's only when Spock whispers "Jim" to him, that Kirk regains his confidence.

Spock's Brain

Spirk Kirk's anxiety when he discovers Spock's brain has been stolen. He argues with McCoy just because he can't replace a brain, and is determined to search the entire galaxy to save Spock, if needed. Later, when he hears Spock's disembodied voice, his face reflects absolute bliss:

Spock also says that he feels a distinct pleasure upon hearing his Captain's voice.

Spones McCoy doesn't hesitate for an instant to use the knowledge helmet to save Spock, even when warned about the possibility of it killing him. And Spock begs McCoy not to jeopardize his life for his sake.

McKirk This... this moment (nothing said):

Is There in Truth no Beauty?

Spirk At first, Kirk is all gallantry and pleasantries with Dr. Miranda Jones... Until he starts suspecting that she may have hurt Spock on purpose, out of jealousy. Then he turns absolutely nuts, accusing and threatening her, in the hopes that this will stir her conscience to save Spock's damaged mind. The whole scene is actually quite uncomfortable to watch.

Spones McCoy seems very angry and/or worried when Spock praises Uhura's beauty after his mind-meld with Kollos (jealousy?), and quickly points out that this can't be Spock. Though he's immediately relieved when Spock replies in his usual tone, proving that Spock's still there. It's noteworthy that Kollos had showed ample signs of being controlling Spock before this moment, like making him smile. Yet McCoy only reacts once Spock/Kollos starts flirting with Uhura.

Apart from this, there's Miranda's jealousy about Spock and Kollos, since she perceives their union as far closer than what she could ever achieve. Miranda is in love with Kollos, so Spock functions as a kind of romantic rival, at least in her mind.

The Empath

McSpirk It's like... the whole episode. But there are certain scenes that stand out. First we have Kirk offering himself as test subject for the Vians, as long as they leave his friends alone. Then McCoy sedates Kirk, knowing that he'd subject himself to the torture if awake. But his plan backfires, since this leaves Spock in command, and of course he wants to sacrifice himself to protect the doctor. At one point, Gem touches Spock's shoulder, and through her empathic powers she senses something in him that makes her smile with fondness; presumably, his deep love for his friends. McCoy is determined to be the one tortured, though, so he also knocks Spock out, even if the Vians had previously said that he was the most likely to die. Afterwards, Kirk and Spock gently hold the dying McCoy, with Spock touching his face, and McCoy complimenting him for his "bedside manner". Kirk tries to convince Gem to save McCoy, by all means possible, and has to restrain his strong emotions in order to break free from the force field. It's really a lot. After all, the whole point of the episode is that Gem learns about love and self-sacrifice by observing these three particular individuals.

The Tholian Web

Spirk Spock insists on staying in Tholian space, despite the danger it poses to ship and crew, for the remote possibility that Kirk may still be alive. McCoy points out the illogic in such an action, and this is one of the main causes for their disagreement.

Spones Spock and McCoy are very tense with each other in the first part. But after seeing Kirk's last message (that pretty much amounts to saying that they complement each other) they make peace, and McCoy apologizes and acknowledges Spock as Captain. They almost get into another argument because McCoy's being affected by the spatial distortion too, but he quickly apologizes again, before collapsing in Spock's arms (and how convenient that everybody else becomes crazy and murderous, yet McCoy's reaction is fainting on Spock...)

By the end of the episode, they're toasting together and have grown fond of each other. Kirk notices the change and teases them, so they reveal how difficult was working together. However, they don't give him the satisfaction, and even deny having seen his message.

For the World is Hollow and I Have Touched the Sky

McKirk Kirk is very angsty and pained upon learning that McCoy only has one year of life left. But he's even worse once he learns that McCoy won't be spending that year with them, but with Natira. Apart from this, Kirk is pretty touchy whenever McCoy is feeling bad.

At times, Kirk and Natira almost seem like romantic rivals, in a competition for McCoy. Further expressed by their parallelisms: both Kirk and Natira are leaders of men, burdened by enormous responsibilities, and this position has forced them to lead solitary lives.

Spones Less evident, but when Spock grabs McCoy's arm to prevent him from getting up, McCoy looks at the hand and seems surprised and moved by the gesture.

McSpirk In the end, McCoy chooses to go back with Kirk and Spock, even if this means losing Natira. And he does so even before they find a cure for his illness! His situation is literally the same, so it's a choice born of free will. Besides, Natira knows that McCoy won't stop disobeying the Oracle and thinking about his friends as long as they're alive.

Plato's Stepchildren

McSpirk Similar to "The Empath", the whole plot revolves around Kirk, Spock and McCoy sacrificing themselves for each other. First, Kirk and Spock are subjected to the Platonians' humiliation because they refuse to leave McCoy behind. And when McCoy can't bear their torture anymore, he agrees to be a prisoner of the Platonians in exchange for their freedom, though Kirk talks him out of it. They're both also very concerned about Spock's wellbeing, after the Platonians force him to show emotions. And Spock can't contain his rage at having almost killed Kirk.

Wink of an Eye

Spirk When Deela monitors Kirk's actions, she notices that he's trying to communicate with Spock. And from this she concludes that humans are quite capable of affection. She's not speaking about "friendly affection" precisely, because she hopes that Kirk will show it to her too, and this makes Rael quite jealous.

That Which Survives

McKirk A bit of a silly example, but Kirk and McCoy probably didn't need to sleep so close together (and so awkwardly), with so much free terrain around.

The Mark of Gideon

Spirk In the beginning, Kirk looks at Spock with fondness and regrets that he can't accompany him down to the planet, which he describes as a paradise.

Requiem for Methuselah

McSpirk The final scene, where Spock makes Jim forget through a mind-meld, is often interpreted as pure K/S. That is, McCoy is nasty towards Spock for not feeling love; Spock proves him wrong by showing his love for Kirk; the end. But I think that this interpretation ignores certain elements in the story, and some things don't make much sense. In particular, the assumption that McCoy is simply being nasty. First, why would he insult Spock now? They don't even argue in this episode, there's no previous conflict between them to prompt this. Second, would McCoy really believe that Spock doesn't understand love, when a moment ago Spock showed a perfect understanding of Rayna's dilemma? ("The joys of love made her human, and the agonies of love destroyed her.") So, the way I see it is thus. There's a parallel between the love triangle of Kirk/Rayna/Flint (discussed right before McCoy's speech), and the triangle of Kirk/Spock/McCoy. Pretty much like Flint tried to extract emotions from Rayna, McCoy tries to extract the same from Spock. He's been doing it for the whole series, but it was also seen in this episode, when McCoy wanted to see Spock drunk, or celebrated that Spock admitted an emotion: envy. And here he's doing it again, with his speech as a revulsive for Spock to acknowledge his love and act accordingly. The difference is that, while Flint was motivated by selfish reasons, McCoy is doing it not just for Spock, but also for Kirk. His deep worry and love for Jim makes him wish he could forget. And it's this suggestion what finally sets Spock into motion. In a breach of logic, and probably Vulcan manners too, he mind-melds with Kirk to erase his pain. It's a complex scene, but all three characters are deeply intertwined in it, with each caring for the other two (well, except Kirk who's sleeping at the moment...).

The Savage Curtain

Kirk is absurdly in love with Lincoln, and he has this dreamy, goofy smile on his face every time he looks at him. Despite knowing very well that he's not the real Lincoln. Despite McCoy calling him on his bullshit... Lincoln is just THAT irresistible.

Even Spock admits that he too "experienced his charm"!

All Our Yesterdays

Spones And how! In the first part, Spock is constantly looking after McCoy and caring for him. When McCoy falls on the snow half-frozen, Spock refuses to leave him behind (despite McCoy's pleas for Spock to save himself), because they "go together, or not at all". Later, in the cave, Spock puts the doctor to bed and leans over him on several ocassions, mostly focused on his recovery, even if this prevents him from searching for Jim or an escape.

Once Spock begins to revert to his ancestors and show an interest in Zarabeth, is conflict time instead. In particular, McCoy's outburst at Zarabeth, and his accusations that she's lying and just wants to keep Spock for herself, sound like a bout of jealousy. As a matter of fact, it IS true that only Zarabeth is trapped in that world, but McCoy has no way of knowing that, and no proof that she's being dishonest. After this outburst, Spock pins McCoy to the wall in a very tense scene, while McCoy grabs his arms the whole time. And it's only then that Spock realizes what's going on with him.

In the end, when forced to choose between staying with Zarabeth, or going back with McCoy, Spock chooses the doctor. As he said in the beginning, they go together or not at all.

McKirk Much less obvious, but McCoy is constantly asking about Jim, and tells Spock to stop worrying about him and go find Jim instead.

Turnabout Intruder

Spirk Kirk (inside the body of Janice Lester) convinces Spock to perform a mind-meld on him, by saying that Spock is closer to the Captain than anyone in the universe, and that he knows his thoughts. Once he learns the truth, Spock takes Kirk by the wrist to accompany him outside the cell. Spock touches people more often than is usually believed, but here in particular is a tender gesture, not strictly necessary.

Apart from this, Dr. Coleman seems to still love Janice, no matter the body she inhabits. There's this scene where Janice (inside the body of Kirk) approaches him seductively, and places a hand on his shoulder. From the point of view of the audience, it's one of the most explicitly gay scenes in the whole series (and extra points for Shatner for choosing to play it that way; there was nothing of the sort in the script).

Summary

Spirk: 7 out of 24 episodes Spones: 5/24 McKirk: 4/24 McSpirk: 6/24

A big increase for McSpirk, in relation to previous seasons.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

i read your horcrux post, its fascinating and very well done! im just stuck on one thing: while i agree that tom definitely has a good share of self-hatred, enough to cause himself pain and endure an agonising process to become immortal, doesnt the whole idea of "killing yourself" for the ritual seem very risky? like what if you actually die lmao then the whole thing was all for naught. i mean i can also see him being confident and arrogant enough to believe he COULD do it without mistakes, but still. seems like a big risk considering his whole shtick is avoiding death as far as possible. anyway thank you for all your metas they are very enjoyable to read and think about!!!

Thank you so much! 💕 I'm glad you liked my Horcrux theory, it's one of the earliest ones I made here and I'm still pretty proud of it.

As for the risk — yeah, it is incredibly risky, that's kind of the point. This is a ritual we know Tom was crazy to attempt multiple times, a ritual in-universe that even just doing it once is considered insanely risky and potentially damaging, not to mention multiple times:

‘Of the Horcrux, wickedest of magical inventions, we shall not speak nor give direction. ...’I mean, why mention it then?” she said impatiently, slamming the old book shut;

(HBP)

That was what you told me he said. ‘Further than anybody,’ And I thought I knew what that meant, though the Death Eaters did not. He was referring to his Horcruxes, Horcruxes in the plural, Harry, which I do not believe any other wizard has ever had. 

(HBP) - only part of the quote since the rest of Dumbles' analysis of Voldemort's character in the above section is questionable.

JKR stated in an interview there is a final horrible step that must be taken to make a Horcrux, something beyond just murder. Cannibalism, physical self-mutilation, or masturbating over the corpse (Yes, I have read this theory somewhere) don't make sense because then Harry couldn't become a Horcrux. It doesn't really leave us with many possibilities.

Additionally, Voldemort talks of how only he was skilled and brave enough to attempt it more than once, to go "further than anyone" ever had:

I, who have gone further than anybody along the path that leads to immortality. You know my goal — to conquer death. And now, I was tested, and it appeared that one or more of my experiments had worked . . . for I had not been killed, though the curse should have done it.

(GoF)

If there was no risk, more people would make Horcruxes and more people would make multiple Horcruxes. Voldemort himself calls it an "experiment". He wasn't sure it would work at any point but the risk was worth it for him.

when he asks Slughorn what would happen if you made multiple Horcruxes he already made two Horcruxes. He experimented with Horcrux when he had little to no information on them. He experimented magically on himself. Multiple times. (He also mentioned "experiments" in plural so I wonder if he had another method besides Horcruxes that he attempted...). This is not a person who cares about "risk" like a normal person. Riping your soul apart to make a Horcrux, even without my theory, is in itself, a huge risk — and he does so consciously 6 times!

Dumbledore, Slughorn, and Voldemort all talk of Horcruxes like an unknown magic, barely attempted by anyone throughout history. Even Magick Moste Evile doesn't give more than a mention to the concept of Horcruxes because no one actually makes them. (It's the spider georg meme: "average dark wizard makes 1 horcrux in their lifetime factoid actualy just statistical error. average dark wizard makes 0 horcruxes. Horcrux Tom, who lives as a wraith in albenia & made 7 horcruxes, is an outlier adn should not have been counted").

If you need to temporarily kill yourself to become immortal it would explain why not more people have tried it. I mean, Grindelwald wanted to be the Master of Death, so why not make a Horcrux, I'm sure he was familiar with the ritual?

Becouse the risk was too great for him to take.

I talked about this a bit here and @iamnmbr3 has this post about this, but Tom, for all that he is the heir of Slytherin, acts a lot like a Gryffindor. He is prideful, sure, but he is so incredibly brave. Experimenting on himself with a super dangerous ritual 7 times is incredibly in character for him. Yes, he's arrogant, he's sure he'd succeed, but unlike Grindelwald or (younger) Dumbledore, he is willing to take the ultimate risk for the sake of his immortality.

It also makes sense symbolically. Like, to become immortal you have to risk your life — to live forever you must be ready to go through death. It makes sense in a symbolic sort of way. It just feels right.

[dross-the-fish]

Love Never Dies- Thoughts and Reactions

This might end up being split into multiple parts but I am not finished talking about Love Never Dies. I did give it a rewatch to refresh myself and...oof. This play needs to be taken out back and shot because that is what it did to every single character in it. NO ONE looks good. Not even Christine. Let's start there. Let's talk about what this show does with Christine because we have completely reduced this character to nothing but her voice. What does Erik miss about Christine after ten years of pining? Her voice. He just wants her to sing for him one more time. The only thing he ever really mentions about Christine is her voice. Though I can't really fault him because if we're being serious about Christine's character...

What does she have outside of her voice? Nothing. Somehow LND Christine has even less personality than she did in the OG musical. She is a cardboard angel that other people pine over, try to control, or envy. She has almost no agency. I said before, I suspect that Andrew Lloyd Webber hates women and Christine does not come out of that unscathed. She spends pretty much all of the musical being bullied by Raoul, mothering Gustave, or being threatened by Erik when he and she aren't reminiscing about that one time they banged 10 years ago. Seriously what even the fuck was "Beneath a Moonless Sky?" For a song about how two characters couldn't resist each other neither of them seem particularly filled with desire. Christine is recoiling in horror and disbelief and Erik looks like a 15 year old who thinks sniffing his crush's hair is peak sensuality.

Mmmm....sexy. But whatever. Christine says at the end of the song she woke up to swear her love and was ready to dump Raoul but Erik had skedaddled so she ran back to Raoul. You read that right. Christine was going to pick Erik after they banged it out and he left and that is the only reason Christine is with Raoul. Seriously Andy? You're going to make her regret picking Raoul over Erik when she didn't even actually DO that? Erik made the choice for her?

*internal screaming* Erik, seriously, how are you going to be upset that she's moved on with Raoul if YOU left HER? Do you really think you have the right to coerce her to sing for you one more time when you were the one who broke it off? The hell is wrong with you? Of course when Christine resists he immediately goes to threatening her child.

When I say Erik is the WORST I mean it. He is reprehensible in this.

But this is about Christine. We'll get to Erik later. LND Erik deserves his own post.

There's honestly not much more to write about Christine. She spends a lot of time cowering from or trying to appease Raoul. She worries about her son and her death is honestly so unwarranted. When I say ALW's work has an undercurrent of meanspiritedness I mean shit like this. Christine hasn't really done anything wrong. I guess she cheated on Raoul 10 years ago? But well she was going to leave him and only stayed because her first option bailed on her? She didn't do anything to Meg. She's been living 10 years in an abusive marriage and her crazy ex who kidnapped her came back to threaten her kid and coerce her to sing his music one more time. Then she just...gets shot. She dies. It adds nothing to the story that she dies. It doesn't feel earned or justified in anyway. It just feels miserable for misery's sake. It's almost unceremonious the way they ax her off because it's not even intentional. Meg misfires the gun because Erik fucks up in trying to talk her down. Christine's death isn't even about Christine herself. It's about Meg and Erik. It's such a useless and stupid death to give this character. How old even is she? Supposedly she's around 18-20 in the original musical (we're ignoring the 2004 movie that puts her at 16) and this is 10 years later? She's barely 30 but she ends up a casualty to everyone else's vanity, jealousy, and selfishness. I feel like we're supposed to find it tragic but it doesn't hit. It's a meaningless and undignified end to a character that was given no agency over her own life or her death.

[weird-an]

For the wonderful @ihni <3 Sorry I'm late.

Jim's a petty motherfucker and he knows it. He has been putting Callahan on the lamest jobs and made him all the reports ever since the guy accidentally dented his car.

Now, because Joyce somehow became his conscience and told him to be a better both, he finally caved and offered to take a shift himself.

He already regretted it when he drove to work. He's regretting it even more now.

"Can I help you, officer? Billy Hargrove asks, batting his eye lashes like Jim's a lonely housewife. His lip is split and his car smells like hairspray and booze.

"It's Chief," Jim grits out. That little shit. "You've been loitering here for the third time this month and you're too young to drink. "

Billy raises his hands, giving him a boyish smile and wink, which makes him seem even younger. "Just a bit of fun, what's wrong with that, Chief?"

Billy's idea of fun is getting in trouble, Hopper knows that. The kid has been in Hawkins for half a year, but already has a fucking file.

"Licence, please." Jim stretches out his hand.

"You know who I am," Billy states.

Jim rolls his eyes. Fuck being a good boss, next time it's the other's turn again. "I still need your licence."

"Callahan has seen it many times." Billy argues. The word's are slightly slurred. The kid is drunker than Jim thought. Great. More paperwork.

"I don't give a shit."

At least the boy seems to notice that Jim's patience is running out. He hands the licence over.

Oh.

Jim's stomach sinks a little. He thought finding Billy here was annoying. It's actually sad.

"Happy birthday, Billy," Jim hears himself say - and he can't think of anything else, because asking "why aren't you home with your family?" is a question Billy's split lip probably answers.

Billy blinks. "What?"

"Happy birthday," Jim repeats.

"Thanks," he mumbles, face a little flushed.

Jim's got an idea. "There's muffins at the station."

Blueberry muffins and chocolate chip, because El wanted to bake both.

"So, I'm arrested?" Billy's shoulders slump like he was sure he could've charmed his way out of it.

"Well I should." Jim shrugs. "But I'm getting you muffins instead."

Billy squints his eyes like he isn't sure it's a joke.

"I don't need pity," he scoffs.

"I'm not offering you any," Jim grumbles. "Get in the wagon." He points at the station wagon behind him.

Billy slightly sways on the way to the car. Jim puts him on the passenger seat and lights himself a cigarette.

"Can I get one?" Billy asks, fumbling with his seatbelt. Maybe Jim should give him some Advil for the hangover instead of fucking muffins.

"Not offering that, too."

"It's my birthday," Billy argues.

Kids these days. "You're not gettin' arrested, that's your present, don't get pushy."

"My lucky day." Billy purses his bottom lip, not unlike El when she doesn't get her way.

Later, when the kid's face lights up when he stuffs himself with way too many muffins, Jim catches himself thinking that he needs to drive past Cherry Lane more often to check on Billy.

[whoreiorcats]

That passage in the you you are where mark and Ricken get into a fight is another example of mark wanting to keep the grief of Gemma to himself.

How could some idiot like Ricken understand his pain or even share in it? Mark’s grief is so vast he can’t imagine how anyone could bear even a fraction of it. Mark can’t bear it (goes on to microdose on suicide)

But the truth is Ricken does feel it. Gemma was kind to him and indulgent in ways Mark certainly never was and might’ve been more so than his wife at times (when you live with someone you have to draw a line, lol)

I really think that anyone obsessing over severance rn should go and read/listen to The You You Are and I’m about to spoil the juiciest part of it so go!!!

Anyway, Ricken is trying to get a gift he gave Gemma before she died back from Mark and mark can’t find it. Mark blows up at Ricken and tells him that Gemma actually made fun of his gift, that the joy she received from it was at his expense. That “everyone laughs at you the second you walk out of the fucking room” Gemma included.

He’s trying to tarnish Ricken’s memory of Gemma severely and it works to some extent. Ricken recognizes that this mocking laughter will effectively be the last thing he ever “hears” from Gemma.

Ricken tries to make seem like he’s healed from this fight but it’s clearly stung him badly. The whole book is obviously Ricken processing his emotional wounds from childhood to today which actually makes the book an interesting read.

Mark wants people to have liked his wife less so he doesn’t have to think about or consider their pain in regards to her death. GOD mark is just such a good depiction of grief: it’s not beautiful or gentle or anything it’s ugly and it’s isolating. And I feel for them both in the end.

Also reading it from the perspective of Innie Mark will make you insane highly suggested!

[acourtofthought]

Can I share a theory? I do think there is foreshadowing for a rejected mate’s storyline but I don’t think it will be Elucien. I think it will be Mor and Eris. That will be the “more to the story” that Eris keeps hinting at. Also the way Mor reacted when Azriel was choking Eris, she was pale and shaking for awhile after. Even though the mating bond can be rejected they still feel it so she felt Eris’ pain in that moment.

I agree. I've had a difficult time imagining any other reason they seem so drawn to the other after all this time, why Eris could scent that Mor had dropped off Cassian, why he left her in the woods for a reason that she's too afraid to admit the truth of.

The most plausible reason (to me) is that they are mates but Eris could sense where Mor's heart lay (that she was not romantically drawn to men) and the only way he could set her free in a way that wouldn't arouse suspicion from his father is to act cold and cruel and leave her in the woods after claiming she was used goods. And that storyline is one where we wouldn't mind seeing two mates not end up together. First we don't know what Eris's sexual orientation is so we aren't sad over the thought of him not ending up with his mate, he's never shown any sort of longing for Mor. Second, while I do think Sarah has written him to be a (sort of) good guy after all, we've spent much of the series feeling a bit put off by him. He was cruel to Lucien UTM, attacked Feyre on the ice, ridiculed Cassian and the IC, etc. and again, while I realize this all may have been a "cover" so that Beron did not suspect him as being anything but a loyal son, Sarah still hasn't confirmed that as the case and after 4 books I don't think anyone truly wants him in a relationship with Mor because of it. I know Azris is a huge ship yet nobody is bothered by the thought of Eris and Mor not ending up together even with all their interactions and I think that would still hold true even if they end up as mates. That really is the best way for Sarah to go about a true rejected mating bond storyline (where the rejection holds) without anyone feeling sad for either of the two that share the bond. Even if Mor and Eris always feel a tug to one another, it still wouldn't be weird because Mor does not prefer females and Eris has shown no romantic interest in Mor so that tug would feel like more of a familial tug than anything. When it comes to Elain and Lucien, we don't have that setup because we know Lucien longs for Elain and we know she is the most beautiful female he's ever seen. We don't know Elain's thoughts on Lucien's looks just yet however Sarah has already give us a setup where it would be odd for Lucien to end up with someone else since Elain has been written as the "peak" for him. Not only because the next best thing is something he already had and lost (Jesminda - who he once believed was his mate) but because his actual mate took his breath away with her beauty and he's spent over two years showing longing and loyalty for only her. That sort of setup does not work well for a rejected mating bond because there really is no true HEA for Lucien and even if Elain went on to have a relationship with someone else, she will always feel a tug to Lucien. Considering she is attracted to men, it's an odd thing to feel that sort of draw to a straight attractive male who you aren't in a relationship with and that makes for an awkward situation for all parties involved.

[cozzzynook]

This is the sixth time Bee has appeared in the room while the entire team is gathered and proudly announces his pregnancy.

The team, having been through this enough times since the first orbital cycle they shared with Bumblebee in their work repairing space bridges, has taken pretty definitive stances on the matter.

Ratchet is tired of trying to understand the thought process of a bot that goes around and has Sparks like this is the golden age. He's tired of asking, nagging, and demanding a change in behavior. From now on he's going to limit his interest to taking care of the eternally charged bot and enjoying time with some little bots who want to hear his old man stories. At least these mechs aren't constantly complaining about his 'bad mood.'

Prowl still can't figure out what exactly is driving Bee to bring more mechs out of his forge, but he has a pretty solid theory involving organic-like instincts regarding the propagation of the species, the helpful behavior of a settler in a new territory, and something that might throw into the mix the need for genetic enhancement, stalled by vorns on Cybertron. As long as Bee allows him to do his research regarding the behavior of these new beings, it's fine for him to keep spreading his code.

Bulkhead doesn't need to understand Bumblebee's attitude. He just accepts whatever comes from him (especially his offspring) since that's been in the deal always, with the first little sparkle Bee told him he carried in his forge shortly after leaving camp. He trusts his best friend like no one else, and if Bee's wish is to keep having little sparkles that Bulkhead fears he might crush with a palm, that's fine. It's not like they take up much space anyway.

Sari is happy, though she has serious questions about Bee's body's capacity for babies. She still doesn't understand if this is normal for Autobots, having one child after another in a stairwell. Still, she is more than happy to play with these adorable robots that are more her size than the others, and takes great pride in what a good mom Bee is, especially with the large number of babies he has to care for. She knows that her father, who struggled with just one child, must look upon the bot with great admiration.

And Optimus...Optimus begins to think that these babies are not so much a surprise as a plan. None of this seems like a coincidence anymore, as he had imagined from the first moment, a bot sparkled by accident and simply taking responsibility for his mistake. No. Bee doesn't seem at all surprised or nervous. He seems happy and prosperous, actually, and Optimus wonders if it was like that on his first charge, when they were still living in space, and they just didn't see that. The question bounces around in his head uncontrollably. Is Bee really staying sparkled on purpose? Ever since day one, when everyone was scolding him for being careless, he wasn't paying attention because he was actually being careful, but for other purposes?

Still, Optimus doesn't feel like there's much he can do about it. He's afraid he'll find out more things he doesn't want to know if he asks Ratchet to put a seal on Bee's gestation chamber.

He also has to admit that he likes the atmosphere that Bee and his Sparklings create at the base. They, tiny and without a care in the world beyond playing, asking for affection and feeding, brighten up a bit the colder life that could be just a bunch of coworkers trapped on an alien planet. Bee looks happy and takes care of most of it, asking for help with just simple things like watching the little ones for a moment and giving them some affection while he recharges, so them can't complain too much. It's cute, actually, to see him all small and yellow and round, waddling around with his Sparklings, while he nurses the newest ones.

The only thing the team can really complain about is the same. Is it necessary for each and every Sparkling to be obviously the offspring of a Decepticon tuti-fruti? Like, even the first one have that red eye and a weird look that non of them as seen ever in an Autobot ever. No thought about the other sooo

Oh now this. This is interesting.

Immediately i thought, “oh bee is having sparklings with blitzwing,” after you made a con description.

Bee is doing his part to help end the war

[xoxorealitygalore]

Always A Bad Girl (2)

Jey Uso x Black OC

Once a bad girl, always a bad girl.

Summary: When a group of girls shows up to fight his nieces and their friend, Joshua is stunned to find that his niece’s friend’s mom, Divinity, is the woman he’s been unable to forget after a one-night stand. The chemistry between them is undeniable, and Joshua quickly realizes he wants more with her. But as their connection deepens, he’s about to learn that Divinity’s wild side may be more than he bargained for.

Taglist: @xbriexx @christinabae @blackchickinthedesert

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Three weeks of playing the mouse and cat game with Divinity had left Joshua feeling more than just frustrated. He had thought it would be different. He had expected the chase, yes, but not to the extent that it had turned into some elaborate game where he was always the one chasing and never the one caught. The whole thing had begun with an innocent flirtation, an exchange of glances, a few laughs, and eventually some teasing messages here and there. At first, he had enjoyed the back-and-forth, thinking it was leading somewhere.

But as the days passed, his enthusiasm began to wear thin. Divinity, the object of his desires, had always been elusive. She was a master of evasion, expertly keeping him on his toes, and if there was one thing that Joshua hated, it was uncertainty. For three weeks, every attempt to draw her closer seemed to push her further away. She had him in the palm of her hand, yet she was never quite within reach.

He couldn’t understand it. She was everything he had ever wanted—smart, stunningly beautiful, self-assured, and mysterious. But the more he tried to be near her, the more she pulled back. What was supposed to be playful banter had turned into a test of his patience, and he was failing.

It wasn’t just the physical distance between them, either. Her Instagram posts, with their carefully curated captions and alluring photos, felt like they were taunting him. Every time he scrolled through his feed, there she was—looking impossibly flawless, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. And with each post, each caption, it became painfully clear that Divinity knew exactly what she was doing. She knew how badly he wanted her, and she was going to remind him of that every time. It was like a game to her, a game that she was winning.

Her photos didn’t just show off her beauty—they were a declaration, a subtle way of saying, “I know you’re looking, and I know you want me, but you’re going to have to work for it.” It was maddening, the way she kept him dangling just out of reach, making him feel like he was chasing a prize that might never come.

In the beginning, he thought he could handle it, but after a while, it became clear that Divinity was playing a game that had no end in sight. Her posts were like riddles, each one teasing and pulling him deeper into her web. And her captions? They were even worse. They were filled with little hints and veiled messages that seemed to mock his growing frustration. It was as if she was daring him to step up and take control, daring him to break through her walls.

At his wit's end, Joshua resorted to asking his niece, Jayla, to relay messages to Divinity on his behalf. It was a step he never imagined he would take. Jayla, who was a teenager herself, had become an unexpected intermediary between the two adults. She’d offer her uncle little tidbits of information, sometimes passing along a smile or a wink from Divinity, sometimes just passing along a brief word of encouragement. But those moments only seemed to fuel Joshua’s obsession. The more Divinity resisted him, the harder he tried. It was like a twisted version of romance, where the chase became more important than the actual pursuit of a relationship.

He had even sent her black roses. He had wanted to make a statement, something dark and mysterious, a reflection of his inner turmoil. It was a bold gesture, one that he hoped would make Divinity take notice, to recognize that he wasn’t going to be toyed with forever. He watched her Instagram stories with bated breath, hoping for some kind of acknowledgment.

And then it came. The roses were displayed on her story with a black heart emoji. No thank you. No message. Nothing. Joshua’s heart sank. It wasn’t that he wanted her to be overly enthusiastic about the gesture, but the lack of any acknowledgment stung in a way he wasn’t prepared for. He had hoped for more—a text, a simple thank you, or even just a hint that she appreciated his effort. But there was nothing.

What hurt the most was that Divinity seemed to know how much he cared. She knew how badly he wanted her, and she reveled in it. She didn’t even need to say anything—her silence spoke volumes. It was a power play, and she was in complete control. Joshua didn’t know it yet, but Divinity was already several steps ahead. She wasn’t just playing with him—she was leading him into a trap of his own making.

What Joshua didn’t know was that Divinity had something else on her mind, something far beyond the teasing game she had been playing with him. She was in Indianapolis, Indiana, for the Royal Rumble, attending the event with her daughter, Jenova. It was a family trip, and Divinity had made her daughter promise not to tell Joshua about their plans. Divinity had her reasons. The whole situation with Joshua was complicated, and she wasn’t ready to make any moves in his direction just yet.

Jenova, at seventeen, had grown up in the shadow of her mother’s fame. Divinity was a woman who had been through the wringer, and though she was strong and independent, she had always put her daughter first. Jenova was sharp, wise beyond her years, and as much as she loved her mother, she could see the games that were being played with Joshua. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it.

Jenova sat on the private jet, watching the clouds drift lazily outside the window. She glanced over at her mother, who was absorbed in her phone. Divinity was always on her phone, always working or communicating with someone, but Jenova had learned to be patient. She had learned that when her mother’s mind was elsewhere, it was better to let her be. Still, something gnawed at Jenova, a feeling she couldn’t shake. She liked Joshua. He seemed like a good man, one who could be a positive influence on her mother. But there was something else. Jenova wasn’t sure if she was ready to share her mother’s attention with someone else.

“Mom,” Jenova called out, breaking the silence.

Divinity looked up, her focus shifting from the screen to her daughter. “Yes, baby?”

Jenova hesitated before asking the question that had been on her mind for days. “Do you like Jayla’s uncle?”

The question hung in the air, and Divinity took a moment before answering. “Yeah, I do,” she said softly, her gaze drifting back to her phone for a brief moment. But Jenova could tell that her mother’s thoughts were elsewhere, as they often were when she was trying to hide something.

“How do you feel about that?” Divinity asked, sensing the concern in her daughter’s tone.

Jenova bit down on her bottom lip, a habit she had when she was conflicted. Divinity knew her well enough to recognize it immediately. “I mean, I think you two would be cute together,” Jenova said carefully, her voice tinged with uncertainty, “but I don’t want to share your time and attention with someone else.”

Divinity’s heart ached. She knew how much her daughter meant to her, how fiercely protective Jenova could be, and how much they had to sacrifice for Divinity’s career. Divinity squeezed her daughter’s hand, offering a reassuring smile.

“Listen, Jenova,” Divinity began, her voice soft and steady, “I know that I’m not around as much as I’d like to be, but I need you to know something. A man will never take my attention away from you. You will always come first, baby. Always.”

Jenova looked up at her mother, her eyes searching Divinity’s face. There was something in her mother’s gaze that made her feel safe, that made her feel like everything would be okay. Divinity had always been there for her, through thick and thin. And as much as she might not be ready for her mother to move on, Jenova knew that Divinity would never let anyone come between them.

“I love you, Mom,” Jenova said quietly, her voice filled with the sincerity that only a daughter could express.

“I love you, too, baby,” Divinity replied, pulling her daughter into a warm embrace. “You’re my everything.”

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The backstage area at Lucas Oil Stadium was alive with the hum of last-minute preparations, the buzz of conversation, and the scent of fresh coffee drifting through the air. It was the night of the Royal Rumble, one of the biggest events in wrestling, and the atmosphere crackled with the palpable energy of anticipation.

But, amidst the whirlwind of activity, there was only one thing that held Divinity’s attention—Joshua.

As Divinity and Jenova made their way toward him, Joshua's face lit up in a way that made Divinity’s heart flutter. It was a look of pure enjoyment, but there was something more, a sense of triumph that only she could understand. Joshua knew exactly what this moment meant: he had finally gotten her where he wanted her, and the three weeks of figuring out how to get her attention had paid off. The mouse and cat game—his subtle flirtations and cheeky taunts—had won her over. She was here, in his world, and he couldn’t have been more thrilled.

Joshua, standing tall and confident, looked at Divinity and Jenova with a grin that spread across his face like wildfire. Divinity could tell by the glint in his eyes that he had been waiting for this moment, and it gave her a rush of warmth. For the first time in a long time, Divinity was feeling something she hadn’t in years, a connection with someone that seemed to ignite something deep inside of her.

He noticed his niece Jayla standing next to him, and with a playful pinch, he scolded her for not telling him that Divinity and Jenova were coming. Jayla grinned sheepishly, knowing that she’d kept the surprise from him, but couldn’t suppress a chuckle at her uncle’s exaggerated mock irritation.

Jenova, quick on her feet, rushed over to Jayla, and they embraced in a tight, sisterly hug. Divinity stood by, watching the girls with a smile that softened her heart. There was something about the ease with which they interacted, how natural it all seemed, that brought her a sense of peace. She loved that Jenova had a sisterly bond with someone especially since she was an only child.

When Divinity finally reached Joshua, the warmth of his smile was undeniable. Without hesitation, he pulled her into a tight embrace, one that felt safe and reassuring. His arms enveloped her, and for a brief moment, Divinity closed her eyes, allowing herself to be lost in the comfort of his presence. The world outside seemed to fade as she sank into the warmth of their connection.

“Thank you for the flowers,” Divinity murmured as they pulled apart, her voice low but sincere.

Joshua grinned, his gaze never leaving hers. “You’re welcome. You surprised me,” he replied, his voice tinged with that flirtatious tone she’d come to recognize. “I didn’t know you were coming tonight.”

Divinity’s eyes twinkled with mischief as she teased, “I know it’s a surprise. We had to come and cheer for you in person.”

Before she could say anything else, Jenova appeared at Joshua’s side, giving him another quick hug. The two shared a warm exchange, and Joshua’s voice took on a more sincere tone as he thanked Jenova for coming. His connection with Divinity’s daughter was evident, and Divinity couldn’t help but smile at the way he treated Jenova like family, too.

Jenova pulled out her phone, eager to capture the moment. “Photo time!” she declared, holding her phone out toward Joshua.

Joshua, ever the showman, immediately struck a pose, one hand resting confidently on his hip, the other giving a thumbs-up to the camera. Divinity laughed and stepped in to take the photo, her fingers lightly tapping the phone screen as she captured the moment for Jenova.

When the picture was taken, Jenova darted off to join Jayla, leaving Divinity and Joshua alone for a moment. Their gazes locked, and the playful energy between them felt electric.

“You could have worn my merch,” Joshua teased, his voice full of cocky charm. There was no mistaking the playful flirtation in his words.

Divinity raised an eyebrow, the corners of her mouth curling into a mischievous smile. “I could?”

Joshua nodded, his grin widening. “Yeah, you could.”

“Well, in that case,” Divinity said, her voice laced with a hint of humor, “hand me some merch, then.”

From the sidelines, Trinity, who had been watching the exchange, muttered to her husband, Jonathan, “Not him marking his territory.” Jonathan chuckled under his breath, clearly amused by the banter unfolding before them.

Joshua, eager to prove his point, pulled a black Jey Uso “Yeet” T-shirt from his bag and handed it to Divinity with a grin. “You look good in my merch,” he said, his voice full of pride.

Divinity slipped the shirt over her head, feeling its fabric stretch over her body. She stood up straight, adjusting it, and then struck a playful pose, raising her fingers to form the iconic “V” shape. Her eyes met Joshua’s, and there was a teasing glint in them.

“So, are you excited?” she asked, her voice smooth, but there was a layer of challenge beneath it.

“Oh hell yeah, I’m excited,” Joshua responded immediately, his voice laced with genuine enthusiasm.

Divinity didn’t miss a beat. “Are you going to win the Rumble?”

Joshua smirked, his confidence oozing through every word. “I will try.”

Divinity’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Well, you better do more than try because I ain’t flying out here just to see you try to win the Rumble,” she teased, her eyes gleaming.

Joshua laughed, his shoulders shaking slightly as he mock-saluted her. “Yes, ma’am,” he said with a wink, the flirtation between them growing more intense with each passing second.

The night was shaping up to be a whirlwind. Divinity was caught in the charm of Joshua’s easy confidence and the way he effortlessly made her feel like the center of his world. But, even as the excitement buzzed around them, she couldn’t ignore the occasional glances from the others around them, especially from two men who were making it clear that their attention was elsewhere.

Logan Paul and IShowSpeed, both recognizable faces in their own right, approached them without hesitation. As they walked up, they bypassed Joshua entirely, turning their attention straight to Divinity. It was as though Joshua was invisible for the moment, and he couldn’t help but feel the sting of their blatant disregard.

Logan, ever the attention-seeker, flashed a smile at Divinity. “Oh please, tell me you’re in the Women’s Royal Rumble match?” he asked, eyes lighting up with interest.

“A bad girl in the ring would be nice to see,” Speed chimed in, his gaze sweeping over Divinity with open curiosity.

Divinity, sensing their intrusion, didn’t miss a beat. She shook her head with a playful smile. “Oh no, I’m here to support this one,” she said, her hand locking with Joshua’s, making it abundantly clear where her loyalties lay.

Logan and Speed exchanged a glance, confusion flickering in their eyes as they looked back and forth between her and Joshua. It wasn’t lost on Divinity or Joshua that they were now receiving more attention than they had bargained for, but Joshua wasn’t having it. He gave them a subtle yet unmistakable “back off, she’s mine” look.

Logan simply shrugged with a chuckle, but Speed quickly shifted his focus, asking Divinity to appear on his livestream. “No, thank you,” she replied coolly before Joshua gently pulled her away from the two men, his hand around her waist guiding her out of the awkward situation.

As they walked away, Joshua muttered under his breath, “I’ll knock their heads off if they don’t back up.” There was a mixture of protectiveness and amusement in his voice, and Divinity couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Oh, relax,” she teased. “They mean no harm.”

The two continued to walk through the bustling backstage area, their energy rising as the event progressed. Yet, even with the excitement surrounding them, there was an undercurrent of tension that Divinity couldn’t shake. As they made their way through the backstage crowd, they spotted Jaida Parker standing close to Jenova and Jayla, chatting animatedly. Divinity could feel a shift in the air, an uncomfortable tension that seemed to radiate from Jaida, whose eyes locked onto Divinity and Joshua’s interlaced hands.

Divinity paused, her intuition prickling at the cold stare Jaida was sending in their direction. She forced a smile and approached Jenova, not bothering to acknowledge the woman who seemed so intent on making herself a part of the moment.

“Hey, baby, are you having fun?” Divinity asked, her voice warm as she leaned down to kiss Jenova’s cheek.

“So much fun!” Jenova exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement.

It was then that Jaida cleared her throat, her presence growing more palpable as she finally decided to speak up. “I gotta say, you’re probably too old to still be on reality TV,” Jaida said with a sly smile. “But I admire your hustle.”

Divinity’s lips curled into a tight smile, her eyes narrowing slightly as she regarded Jaida with a cool composure. She wasn’t in the mood for drama, but the underlying jab didn’t sit well with her. She responded with the politeness she had learned to master over the years, though there was a razor-sharp edge to her tone.

“Thanks,” Divinity said simply, but her eyes conveyed a message: Don’t try me.

Joshua, sensing the rising tension, gently pulled Divinity away, urging her that they needed to take their seats as the show was about to begin. Jaida’s presence lingered in the air, but Divinity refused to let it ruin the moment.

As Divinity and Jenova made their way out to their seats, Divinity couldn’t help but feel her protective instincts rise. She wasn’t sure what Jaida’s intentions were, but one thing was clear, she wasn’t about to let anyone disrespect her.

But, for now, the show must go on, and Divinity was determined to enjoy the night, even as the drama simmered beneath the surface.

The Royal Rumble was just getting started, but the night’s tensions were far from over. And Divinity, despite her attempts to stay out of the drama, knew that she would have to face whatever came next head-on.

The crowd in Lucas Oil Stadium roared as the opening bell rang, signaling the start of the 2025 Royal Rumble event. Divinity settled into her seat beside Jenova, the excitement of the crowd blending with the adrenaline of the moment. The lights above the ring flickered with intensity, illuminating the action unfolding in the squared circle.

Even though the night had barely begun, there was something in the air that felt electric, like the quiet before a storm. Divinity couldn’t shake the lingering feeling of tension from her brief encounter with Jaida. She tried to push it out of her mind, to focus on the action in the ring, but her thoughts kept drifting back to that moment. Jaida’s cutting words echoed in her mind, her condescending smile lingering like a bad taste.

Jenova, sensing her mother’s shift in mood, nudged her gently. “You okay, Mom?” she asked, her voice soft but filled with concern.

Divinity blinked, turning her focus back to the ring. "Yeah," she said, offering a tight smile. "Just a little distracted. It's nothing."

Jenova raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. Instead, she leaned forward in her seat, her eyes glued to the ring where the Women’s Royal Rumble match was already underway. Divinity couldn’t help but be drawn to the intensity of the match, the athleticism on display as competitors were thrown over the top rope one by one. Nia Jax, a powerhouse of a woman, was dominating the match, eliminating several of her opponents in quick succession. But Divinity���s attention kept slipping back to the backstage drama, the faint memory of Jaida’s eyes boring into her eyes.

As the final four of the Women’s Royal Rumble match approached, Divinity leaned in closer, the tension in the arena palpable. The commentators were raving about the historic nature of the match, and for good reason. Charlotte Flair was fighting with everything she had, her determination as fierce as ever. Nia Jax was taking down competitors left and right, her strength unmatched. Roxanne Perez, despite her young age, had been a standout, her resilience pushing her to stay in the ring longer than anyone expected. And then there was Nikki Bella, whose experience and guile made her a dangerous contender.

When Nia Jax was finally eliminated by Charlotte Flair, the stadium erupted in cheers. Nia’s massive frame hit the floor with a thud, and the women in the ring quickly turned their attention to each other. Charlotte Flair and Roxanne Perez as the last two competitors standing.

With a dramatic flourish, Charlotte Flair tossed Roxanne Perez over the top rope, securing her victory. She fell to her knees, her face a mixture of exhaustion and triumph. The crowd went wild as Charlotte celebrated, becoming the first woman to ever win two Royal Rumble matches.

Divinity clapped along with the rest of the crowd, caught up in the moment. But even as she cheered, her mind couldn’t quite shake the tension of the evening. There was still something in the air that felt unresolved, something about Joshua, Jaida, and the ever-present undercurrent of unspoken feelings.

As the Women’s Rumble concluded and the action turned to the next match, a two-out-of-three falls contest for the WWE Tag Team Championship between #DIY and The Motor City Machine Guns, Divinity leaned back in her seat and glanced at her phone. She had received a couple of texts from Joshua, but she hadn’t had a chance to reply.

She opened his most recent message: You good? You seemed a little off earlier. Let me know when you get a chance.

Her heart softened. Despite everything, Joshua’s concern for her was evident, and it made her smile. She quickly typed out a response: I’m fine. Just a little distracted. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be cheering you on later.

A few seconds later, his reply popped up: Good. I want you to be here for me, Divinity. It means a lot.

Divinity smiled to herself. There was something about the way he spoke to her that made her feel seen, special. It wasn’t just the flirtation, it was the genuine care he showed for her. She had been through enough in her life to recognize when someone was being real with her, and Joshua, despite his cocky exterior, was proving to be just that.

But even as she felt the warmth of his words, she couldn’t ignore the knot in her stomach. The interactions between her, Jaida, and Joshua were starting to feel like an unwelcome complication. The last thing she wanted was to dive headfirst into another tangled relationship, especially one that felt like it was already on shaky ground.

Before she could dwell on her thoughts any longer, Jenova leaned over, pulling Divinity back into the moment. “Mom, did you see that?!” Jenova exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement. “The Motor City Machine Guns are putting up a serious fight.”

Divinity blinked and refocused on the match. #DIY was still going head-to-head with the Machine Guns, and it was clear that this was one of the most hard-fought contests of the evening. The tension between the two teams was thick, with each team trying to outdo the other in speed, skill, and sheer determination.

When #DIY retained their titles in the third fall, thanks to a distraction caused by the appearance of The Street Profits, Divinity couldn’t help but feel the adrenaline of the crowd. She clapped with everyone else, impressed by the sheer athleticism on display.

In the penultimate match, Cody Rhodes defended the Undisputed WWE Championship against Kevin Owens in a Ladder match, with both the Undisputed and Winged Eagle belts suspended above the ring. During the match, Owens attempted a Package Piledriver but Rhodes countered, back dropping Owens onto a ladder. Owens hit a Fisherman's Buster Suplex to Rhodes onto a ladder bridged inside the ring, laying both men completely out as officials, as well as Sami Zayn, came out to check on them. The two continued until Owens attempted another Package Piledriver on the announce table but Rhodes countered, driving Owens through a bridged ladder with an Alabama Slam. Cody then climbed the ladder and unhooked the both championship belts to retain them.

But the fleeting moments of celebration were still interrupted by her thoughts about Joshua, and Jaida, and the uncertainty of where things were going.

“Mom, you’re zoning out,” Jenova teased. “What’s going on with you?”

Divinity turned to face her daughter, a soft laugh escaping her lips. “Just trying to stay in the moment,” she said. “But you’re right. I think I need to snap out of it.”

Jenova smiled knowingly, as though she could see right through her mother’s act. “You’re overthinking things, Mom. Just enjoy the night. It’s all going to work itself out.”

Divinity gave her daughter a grateful smile, squeezing her hand gently. “You’re probably right. Let’s focus on the rest of the show.”

But just as the action on-screen began to escalate, Divinity’s mind returned to Joshua again, who was backstage preparing for the men’s Royal Rumble match. The final match of the night, the one that would decide who would challenge for either Raw's World Heavyweight Championship or SmackDown's Undisputed WWE Championship with a match at WrestleMania, was just moments away. And for some reason, Divinity felt a flutter of nervous anticipation in her chest. She wasn’t just here to watch a show, she was here to see Joshua make history.

The ring announcer’s voice broke through her thoughts. “And now, the men’s Royal Rumble match!” he announced, his voice booming over the speakers. “The winner of this match will go on to challenge for the world championship at WrestleMania!”

Divinity leaned forward in her seat, her eyes focused on the ring. Her heart raced as the first few entrants began their march toward the squared circle. And then, when Joshua’s music hit, the crowd erupted into cheers. Divinity’s breath caught in her throat. There he was. The man who had somehow turned her world upside down in the last few weeks.

Joshua, with his cocky grin and undeniable presence, made his way to the ring, his eyes scanning the crowd as he slapped hands with fans. Divinity couldn’t help but feel a rush of pride. She knew the competition would be fierce tonight, but she did not doubt that Joshua was ready for it. He was built for moments like this.

The match unfolded with the usual chaos, the ring filling with bodies as wrestlers were eliminated one by one. But when the final four approached, Divinity’s heart skipped a beat. Joshua was still in it. He was hanging on, taking hits but also dishing them out with precision and power. The intensity of the match mirrored the intensity of her own emotions—conflict, excitement, and anticipation all wrapped into one.

When it came down to Joshua, John Cena, CM Punk, and Logan Paul, Divinity was on the edge of her seat. The crowd was deafening, the energy in the arena undeniable. She clutched her hands together, watching with bated breath as the action unfolded before her.

The turning point came when Logan Paul was eliminated, his time in the match was abruptly cut short by a well-timed superkick from Joshua, followed by an elimination from John Cena. It was clear now—Joshua was in the final stretch. The next few minutes felt like an eternity. Cena and Joshua clashed on the apron, each trying to outlast the other. The tension was unbearable. And then, with a swift superkick and a final clothesline from Joshua, Cena hit the floor, and the bell rang.

Joshua had won.

The crowd went wild, the cheers reverberating through every corner of the stadium. Divinity jumped to her feet, her hands clapping in exhilaration. Jenova was beside her, grinning ear to ear, as they both cheered for Joshua. He had done it. He had won the Royal Rumble, and his road to WrestleMania was now secure.

As the celebration unfolded backstage, Divinity couldn’t help but reflect on how much had changed since she first arrived that night. What started as a simple surprise had turned into something far more complicated. Yet, despite the twists and turns, she couldn’t deny the connection she felt with Joshua, nor the excitement of what might come next.

As the night wore on, one thing became clear. Divinity’s journey with Joshua was only just beginning. And whether or not she was ready for the ride, she knew it would be anything but ordinary.

Backstage, the mood was electric. Divinity’s heart raced as she and Jenova made their way toward the entrance, where the wrestlers were gathering to celebrate Joshua’s victory. The noise from the arena still echoed in her ears, and the atmosphere in the backstage area mirrored the same excitement. Crew members were bustling around, prepping for the next phase of the show, but all Divinity could focus on was Joshua.

As they reached the entrance to the backstage area, Divinity noticed Joshua surrounded by family and friends, his smile wide and uncontainable. His eyes locked onto hers the moment she appeared, and he broke away from the group, walking towards her with purpose. Divinity could feel the energy between them shift as the space around them had changed. His presence alone had that effect.

Joshua stopped in front of her, grinning from ear to ear, his chest still rising and falling from the adrenaline of his victory. “You saw that, right?” he said, a playful glint in his eyes.

Divinity smiled, trying to hide the flutter of warmth spreading in her chest. “I was right there, cheering for you,” she teased. “You were incredible out there.”

Joshua chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah, I couldn’t have done it without your support. You were the real MVP tonight.”

Her smile faltered for a moment as she processed his words. It was funny. She had come to cheer for him, to show up for him in a way that felt natural, and now here he was, acknowledging her as if she had been the one to cross that finish line. She appreciated it, of course, but it also made her feel a bit vulnerable like she was already too invested, too wrapped up in something that might not be as solid as she hoped.

Before she could respond, Jenova stepped forward, a mischievous smile on her face. “So, what’s next, Uncle Joshua?” she asked, clearly impressed by his victory but also enjoying the playful moment with her mom.

Joshua threw his arm around Jenova’s shoulders, pulling her in for a half-hug. “What’s next? Well, first, I’m taking a victory lap backstage, then… who knows? Maybe I’ll get my shot at one of those belts at WrestleMania, huh?” His voice was filled with the usual confidence, but there was a glimmer of excitement in his eyes that was new, something he had reserved for this moment of victory.

Divinity nodded, trying to keep her emotions in check. “I’m sure you’ll make the most of it. You’ve worked hard for this, Joshua.”

The words hung in the air for a moment, the tension between them. There was something unspoken in that look he gave her, something deeper than just mutual admiration. The truth was, she was beginning to see Joshua in a new light, not just as the wrestler who had earned his place but as someone who was becoming an integral part of her life, whether she was ready for that or not.

Before she could say anything else, a familiar voice interrupted their private moment.

“Congrats, man,” came the voice of Jacob, Joshua’s cousin. Jacob was a tall, imposing figure with a permanent smirk, his hands folded over his chest. He gave Joshua a quick hug before turning his gaze to Divinity. “Hi, Divinity.”

Divinity gave him a polite smile, but inside, she felt a small jolt of discomfort. Jacob’s tone, though friendly, carried a certain edge. She couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something about him that didn’t sit right with her. Perhaps it was the way he always seemed to hover around Joshua as if guarding him from anything or anyone that might come too close. Or maybe it was the way he watched her, sizing her up, as if trying to figure out where she fit into all of this.

Joshua seemed oblivious to the tension, as he quickly pulled his focus back to Divinity. “You should come out with me for the after-party. I’m celebrating tonight with the crew.”

Jenova grinned at the mention of the after-party. “Oh, we’re coming, right, Mom?” She gave Divinity a pleading look, the same one she always used when she wanted something.

Divinity glanced between them. Before she could respond, the sound of footsteps drew their attention, and Jaida emerged from the shadows of the backstage corridor. Divinity’s stomach tightened at the sight of her.

Jaida’s eyes immediately locked on Divinity’s, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. There was something about her demeanor that made Divinity bristle.

“Well, well,” Jaida said, her tone dripping with a mix of superiority and amusement. “I see we’re all having a good time tonight.” She looked at Joshua, who seemed unfazed by her appearance, and then back to Divinity. “I didn’t know you were here for Joshua, Divinity. I thought you were more of a fan of the spotlight than of the wrestler in the ring.”

Divinity’s smile tightened, but she remained calm. She wasn’t about to let Jaida provoke her, especially not in front of her daughter and Joshua. “I’m here for both,” she replied coolly, meeting Jaida’s gaze without flinching. “Supporting Joshua, and having a little fun while I’m at it.”

Jaida’s smile never wavered, but there was a flicker of something dark in her eyes. “Mm. We’ll see how long that lasts. Relationships in this business can be… complicated.”

Divinity’s skin prickled at the implication, but she refused to let Jaida get under her skin. “I’m sure they can be,” she said, her voice measured. “But I don’t think that’s any of your concern.”

Jaida’s eyes narrowed, but before the tension could escalate any further, Joshua stepped between them, his demeanor suddenly more serious. “Alright, alright, enough with the games,” he said, his tone firm but not unfriendly. “We’re here to celebrate. Let’s keep it that way, okay?”

Divinity gave Joshua a grateful look, her heart softening a little. He had stepped in when it mattered, not allowing Jaida’s provocations to ruin the moment.

Jaida scoffed and, without another word, turned on her heel, disappearing back into the shadows. Divinity let out a quiet breath, her body relaxing as Jaida vanished from view.

Joshua turned back to her, his expression a mix of frustration and amusement. “I’m sorry about that. Jaida’s just… well, Jaida. I didn’t know she’d start with you.”

Divinity gave a small, nonchalant shrug. “It’s fine. I’m used to people trying to push buttons.” She looked at him, her eyes softening. “Just... be careful, okay? People like Jaida don’t always have the best intentions.”

Joshua met her gaze, his smile returning. “I’ll keep that in mind. But I’ve got people in my corner who know what they’re doing,” he said, giving her a look that lingered just a little too long for it to be casual. “Including you, Divinity.”

Her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, she didn’t know what to say. There it was again. The undeniable pull between them. The chemistry. The unspoken promise of something more, but something that was still too uncertain, too fragile to name.

But for tonight, she would push those doubts aside. She would let herself enjoy the victory, the moment, and the thrill of the experience. Because one thing was certain: everything between her and Joshua had changed, and there was no going back now.

Divinity took a deep breath, ready for whatever came next. Whether it was the beginning of something beautiful or the start of a complicated journey, she didn’t know yet.

But she knew one thing for sure, she wasn’t going to run away from it.

divinityhadid 3h

It was late on a Monday evening, and the sound of rapid, yet familiar, tapping echoed from Jenova’s bedroom. Her fingers moved with practiced precision as she texted her best friends, Jayla and Joelle, to let them know she was ready to FaceTime. The dim glow of the desk lamp illuminated her room, casting soft shadows on the walls, and the muffled hum of her phone was the only noise in the otherwise quiet house.

At seventeen, Jenova was no stranger to juggling multiple things at once. Her phone had become an extension of herself—whether it was messaging friends, scrolling through social media, or setting up a FaceTime call. Tonight was no different. She had a lot on her mind, and talking it through with Jayla and Joelle was her way of unloading.

The phone rang for only a few seconds before Jayla’s face popped up on the screen, her signature grin wide and unapologetic. “Yo, you good?” Jayla asked, lounging back on her bed.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Jenova replied, though her voice betrayed a hint of irritation.

“I don’t know,” Joelle’s voice piped up from the background, “you don’t look fine.”

Jenova rolled her eyes, making a dismissive gesture. “I just got some things to say, that’s all,” she muttered.

Jayla raised an eyebrow, settling in, and prepared for the gossip session to follow. “Uh oh, spill it then.”

Jenova took a deep breath and leaned forward, hands folded in front of her as she stared into the camera, her brow furrowing as the memory of the Royal Rumble from a few nights ago replayed in her mind. “So, my mom likes Joshua,” she started, her voice dropping as if speaking a secret. “But that Jaida girl? She’s weird. And if she keeps coming after my mom, she's going to get jumped.”

The two girls on the other side of the screen exchanged a quick glance. Jayla smirked, clearly intrigued. “What do you mean, 'get jumped'? Like… jumped jumped?” she asked, leaning forward in her own seat.

Jenova’s lips curled into a small, amused smile as she recalled the tension of the night. “Yeah, exactly. Jaida was acting all extra weird. She kept making comments about my mom’s age, saying stuff like, ‘Oh, you must be so tired, girl,’ when my mom barely looked tired at all.” Jenova’s voice rose in disbelief, her hands moving in exaggerated motions. “Like, don’t be throwing shade at my mom, right? And she was staring at her like she was trying to figure out how my mom even existed. I swear, I thought my mom was going to hit her.”

“Honestly, though…” Jayla said, her voice suddenly more serious. “That’s growth.”

Jenova stared at her for a moment, blinking in confusion. “What?”

“You know, your mom didn’t let her get under her skin,” Jayla explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “She kept it cool. She didn’t let Jaida get the best of her. Because we know Divinity will smack someone without a second thought.”

Jenova leaned back in her chair, tapping her fingers rhythmically on the desk as she processed Jayla’s words. “I guess you’re right,” she said slowly, but her tone still had a hint of frustration. “It’s just hard to watch. I mean, I know my mom is mature or whatever, but when people act up like that... I don’t know, it’s hard for me to just let it slide.”

Joelle, who had been mostly silent up until this point, shook her head with a chuckle. “Girl, please. I don’t even know how you’re still talking about this. Your mom's grown—she's got it under control. But I get it. She’s your mom, you're protective.”

Jenova rolled her eyes and grinned. “That’s what I’m saying. Ain’t nobody going to mess with my mom, no matter how old she is. If Jaida keeps acting up, it’s on. I’ll handle her myself.”

Jayla laughed, shaking her head. “You seriously want to fight Jaida? You’re crazy.”

“Beating up who?” Joelle asked with a raised eyebrow. “Jenova, please. Be for real.”

Jenova’s lips curled into a smirk as she looked at the two of them. “Don’t make me come over there and fight you both.” She paused for effect, then added, “I’m serious. About my mom, I will beat Joshua up too if I need to.”

At that, Jayla burst into laughter. Joelle joined in, shaking her head in disbelief. “I ain't never met a mommy’s girl like you before,” Joelle teased, but there was affection in her voice.

Jenova grinned, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “You should be lucky I’m not coming for both of you too. If I say I’m ready to fight, I mean it.”

Meanwhile, not too far away, Joe, Joelle’s father, was sitting quietly on the couch, watching television. His phone buzzed, and he glanced down at the notification. Joelle had just sent a message to the group chat, where she’d been sharing what Jenova was saying in her conversation with Joelle and Jayla. The message was a stream of giggling emojis, followed by a few laughing-out-loud responses. Joe chuckled to himself, wondering just how much Jenova had been ranting about. He didn’t mind his daughter’s best friend having her little moments, but he couldn’t help but notice how protective she was of her mother, Divinity.

Joe’s mind wandered to the conversation he’d had with Joshua earlier that day. It was clear that Joshua was smitten with Divinity, but there was still something tense about the way Jaida had been hovering around them at the Royal Rumble. Joe had already promised Divinity that he would talk with Joshua, especially since she seemed uneasy about Jaida’s presence. The last thing he wanted was for anything to escalate, especially not when Jenova was involved. He already knew how fiercely protective she was, but Jenova’s comments had made him realize just how serious this situation might become if it wasn’t addressed quickly.

Joshua, on the other hand, had been amused when Jenova had playfully threatened to beat him up. He appreciated Jenova’s loyalty to her mom, but he also knew that Divinity wasn’t the type to lash out unless necessary. He could see how she’d remained calm in the face of Jaida’s petty provocations. But still, the growing tension was noticeable, and he had a feeling that he would need to step in before things got out of hand.

“I’ve got it,” Joshua thought to himself, his mind already turning over the best way to make sure Divinity knew that Jaida was no real threat. She needs to see that Jaida is nothing more than a distraction. He’ll talk to her, make sure she knows that she doesn’t have to worry.

Back in Jenova’s room, the conversation took another turn. “So, what happens now?” Jayla asked, breaking the silence that had settled over the group.

Jenova shrugged. “I don’t know. I just want Jaida to stop messing with my mom. She better not make me come over there.”

The three girls laughed, their voices lightening the mood. Though their conversation had begun with tension, Jenova knew that she had her friends to lean on. No matter what happened with Jaida, she could always count on Jayla and Joelle to be there for her—and her mom.

“I swear,” Joelle said, still shaking her head, “you’re like a bodyguard for your mom.”

Jenova raised an eyebrow, smirking again. “Hey, someone’s got to be.”

Next: Chapter Three

[cautotelic]

Chapter 6: Last Piece of the Puzzle

Ambessa Medarda x Reader

Synopsis: When you get taken away from your home land and thrown into the palace of the infamous warlord, will things be as bad as they first seem?

CW: PURE FLUFF, alluding to sexual acts

A/N: last part, let’s go out with some love

~5 years later~

“Come on, the kids I teach could do better than you, Rictus,” I say as I circle the commander.

Rictus laughs. “Your lucky I’m pulling my punches. The General would not be happy if I actually hurt you.”

“How about you let me deal with Ambessa and you fight. Deal? Deal.” I say as I go to attack him head on.

I’ve switched my regular staff for a more traditional Noxian dual sword staff. I jab it in his direction and he goes to block it. I flick my wrist and summon a shadow reaper that comes at him from the side, distracting him enough so that I can sweep my staff at his feet, having him land on his back.

He’s quick enough and disperses the reaper before swinging his blade over to me. I drift my hand in front of my stomach, erecting a force field, his blade pinging off of it. He looks at me with a mix of relief and anxiety as the blade deflects.

I rein in my breathing as Rictus comes at me with an attack. Using my staff I counter his attacks but I’m not able to get back on the offensive so I stick to blocking. In no time I can tell my motions are getting slower, my body being wracked with fatigue.

Rictus stops his attacks and looks at me concerned. “That’s enough for today, little lady,” he orders.

I roll my eyes at him and catch my breath. “You’re no fun anymore Rictus,” I protest but silently I’m agreeing with him.

“I thought I told you no more sparring,” an ever so familiar voice booms from behind me.

Rictus bows his head in Ambessa’s direction before leaving the arena. I turn around to my ever so brooding wife.

“You’re no fun these days either,” I chide as I watch her stalk over to me with her hands behind her back.

When she’s close enough she hums and pulls me closer to her by the waist. “How is my little one doing?” She asks, concern lacing her voice.

I bring my hands to run over my enlarged stomach. “She’s fine. Restless, but fine,” I say my voice tinged with exhaustion. Ambessa’s large hands come to press against my stomach, her cold hands a nice contrast to my warm skin as she looks at my pregnant belly.

“I’m not talking about the baby, dear,” she clarifies as she looks at me expectedly.

I huff and bring my hand to cradle her cheek. “I’m just fine, you worry too much.”

She looks at me like I’ve grown two heads. “Obviously I’m not worrying enough. Going behind my back and sparring with my most trusted commander? I should punish you for it…” she says

I raise an eyebrow. “Oh please do General,” I egg on sarcastically.

She chuckles and lays her head into my neck. I pull her head away from me and give her a good once over. “You look exhausted. How many times have I told you not to be staying up so late to do paperwork?” I ask, noting the stress lines etched on her face.

She nuzzles her cheek into my palm and turns her head to kiss the band of my wedding ring. “Don’t worry about me, it’s not good for the baby. Plus that's my job.”

“I told you I hate when you say that…” I huff as my hand makes its way to her hair where it sits in a low military style bun, clearly having been like that for multiple days. “Come on, you're in deep need of a good bath and some T.L.C, my love,” I command as I kiss her cheek.

•••

I sit on the edge of the tub, my legs in the water. My hands work on lathering and detangling the hair of the woman sitting between my legs. I take the last section of her hair and take some cream in my hand, spread it on the section before taking a comb and brushing her hair out, bottom to top. I’m gentle with brushing out her hair not wanting to pull too hard.

Her hand comes up out of the water to tenderly squeeze my calf beside her. “Dear im not made of glass, you don’t need to be so gentle,” she chuckles.

I move my hand to the base of her scalp and give the hair there a firm tug, earning a groan. “Better?” I ask teasingly.

“Always trying my patience little one.”

I make a small sound and shrug and go back to brushing her hair before starting to braid her hair into a protective style. Weaving the strands of her hair over and under each other. It’s taken a long time but now I’m the only person other than herself who she will let do her hair, and I carry that badge with pride.

One of my newts floats around in the water by my leg, since my pregnancy I’ve found comfort in having them around more often than not.

I take the bottle of oil beside me and apply it in between each of the braids. Ambessa lets out satisfied sighs as I massage the oil into her scalp.

Once I’m finished touching her hair, Ambessa’s hand reaches back and pulls my head down towards hers as she presses a loving, tender kiss on my lips.

“Always so good to me, hm?” I smirk as I pull away to go put her hair care products away. From behind me I hear her rise from the tub and dry herself off.

I exit the bathroom and into our shared bedroom, going to sit on my couch in front of the fireplace as I pull out my stethoscope and notebook. Placing the earpieces in my ear I press the cool metal to my stomach and quiet my breathing as I move it around, only stopping when I hear the familiar sound of a heartbeat.

I wait and count how many beats per minute before writing it down in my notebook. I do this 5 times. While I’m busy, I don’t hear Ambessa come out of the bathroom dressed in nothing but her silk robe. She places the newt on the couch next to me, the small shadow spinning around before settling down beside my leg. She removes the ear pieces from my ears and places them in hers.

A small, proud smile appears on her face. “She will be strong, just like her mother,” she reassures. “Again, stop worrying, the physician said that everything is going as it should," she adds trying to quell my worries.

I sigh as I take the stethoscope and place it on the couch beside me. “I know, I know. I just feel like something is going to go wrong, something always goes wrong,” I admit as I run my hands anxiously over my swollen stomach as I’m reminded of my own childhood.

Ambessa reaches out and steadies my hands, holding them in hers. “Nothing is going to happen to you or our child, dear. I assure you. Now,” she says as she stands from her kneeling position, pulling me up with her. “I think you need some T.L.C too, don’t you think?” She asks, her tone hinting at more than the usual foot massage.

She backs me up and I fall back to sit on the edge of the bed. I quirk an eyebrow. “While I do enjoy your enthusiasm, is what you have in mind also ‘not good for the baby’?” I ask, throwing her words back at her.

She kneels down again in front of me and starts gently kissing up my bump and I chuckle at the tickling sensation. She trails her way up my chest to my collarbone and neck where she starts focusing her attention. She hums with disagreement as she shakes her head. “Nope, not at all. Actually it’s completely beneficial… for you.”

I roll my eyes with a sigh as I tilt my head to give her more access. “Yeah? What book did you read that in?”

She acts as if she is thinking. “Hm? Mine, it’s called Tough Love and will you very respectfully shut up so I can get on with helping my dear, darling wife relax?” She asks, her hands hooked and resting in the waistband of the flowy pants I was wearing, waiting for my go ahead.

I think a little about it. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt…” At that she presses her lips to mine as she pulls my pants off.

My hand reaches out to her and pulls the tie of her robe loose before opening it and letting it slide off her shoulders, leaving her bare in front of me. She pushes me back to lay on the plush silk sheets of the bed.

•••

The white of my dress is contrasted to the greenery around me

The woman I once hated, who I thought would harm me

A life I once was accustomed to

Is the same woman who now stands before me in a white dress with pieces of her battle armor on

Of course.

A ceremony just for us, vows said in hushed whispers so that they are truly our own

An everlasting promise between two souls

Forged in blood and tenderness

Sealed with a kiss.

•••

I would never admit it but I have grown to be very fond of and love this cold, ruthless, warlord of mine.

[miumura]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[petrovna-zamo]

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