#<— so happy to get to use that tag again

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

I'm so curious now, what did the reddit creeps say about your bath snacks post? Tumblr interpreted it pretty poorly sometimes so I'm curious how much worse reddit was

Lol, yeah, so

That post has gone past 100K notes on Tumblr, so you naturally get the full range of responses. It's therefore all about proportions. I obviously haven't run actual stats here, but I would estimate the following:

Majority commented some variant on "this is adorable" (including the popular variants "me and who", and "lord I see what you have done for others"). 70%

Significant minority was tagging with fandoms, with one example of fanfic and one memorable example of someone screenshotting, erasing mine and Steff's names, and replacing them with their blorbos. 25%

A smaller minority tags it with the phrase "the straights are alright" or similar sentiments, and have to be informed that neither of us is straight. 3%

A very small minority who can't seem to shut the fuck up about their opinions on bath snacks and don't seem to have heard of the advanced technology that is plates, being as they are absolutely convinced that the snacks would definitely either pour a torrent of crumbs directly into the bath like the dammed outflow of the Yellow River, or become physically saturated with water as I ate. 1%

About 3 people total who tried to tell me this was actually a fetish for my husband that I was innocently unaware of and ORDERING me to nurture it for the sake of his emotional and sexual happiness (lol for many reasons). <1%

1 single incel who lost his entire fucking mind when he saw the phrase "eager bathroom butler" because he thought it was sexist and demeaning to my poor abused husband and went on a weird rant that concluded with "I hope you've learned not to describe someone who loves you like that ever again." <1%

So, yeah. The main issue by a country mile has been the blorbo tagging. Which! In actual fact! Is not in and of itself a problem! Provided, that is, you FIRST acknowledge the real life human beings the post is about. And there has been plenty of that, and I don't mind that at all. Stuff like "Oh my god this is so sweet! OP your husband is amazing. Also this is making me think of (blorbos)"

Respectful, recognising that real human beings exist and not just to be fodder for your fanfic, giving praise where it's due to the star of the post (my husband). I have no issue with that at all.

MEANWHILE OVER ON REDDIT

Almost every single comment was one of the following:

Anything so you can see a naked woman amirite hurr durr

He's definitely doing it so she'll fuck him later haha hope she put out

Wow this dude clearly wants to be her sex slave

And like. What the fuck. What the literal and figurative fuck is that. He sees me naked every day, our sex life does not require transactions, and I'm sorry no one has ever loved you for you to know this, but sometimes you do things for your partner because the end goal is them being happy rather than you being horny.

Absolute wankers to a man.

[81astriss]

just let me be close to you | alex albon

singer!reader x alex albon fc: lyn lapid, lily muni he, others on pinterest

when the internet notices some similarities between you and alex, they decide to take matters into their own hands and pull a nassie ;)

a/n: my first smau so sorry if it's kinda bad </3 it's my first time writing anything on here actually. lmk how i can improve !! hope u enjoy:)

playlist | part 2

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_ynln red is soo my color (and my dog's 😈) liked by tatemcrae, laufey, radvxz and others

↳ radvxz FINE SHYTTTT

↳ tatemcrae sosososo stunning

↳ user2 body coffee cus tea is too weak

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alex_albon if you think about it, blue's a great color ykwim liked by georgerussell63, lando, and others

↳ williamsracing we get whatchu mean

↳ user1 any color looks great on you king

↳ albon_pets dad who's that bitch on the last slide

alex_albon changing the password now georgerussell63

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tagged: _ynln, alex_albon sei4strii this is so random but i saw their latest captions and pls tell me you guys see the vision too liked by tatemcrae, cassiesbookss, lando, and others

↳ user1 WAITT I SEE IT YUP YUPPPP

↳ user2 get a job challenge impossible

↳ user3 wait no let her cook

↳ user4 tate and lando in the likes hello!!

↳ lando This is so random but ykw i'm here for it liked by tatemcrae

↳ user6 do you guys think we can pull a nassie 2.0

lando idk who the hell nassie is but im in user7 you know what hell yeah user8 YESYEUSYEYS cassiesbookss i'm not on this side of the internet but yes user9 CASSIE APPROVES !!!!!!!!!

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now playing: Just Keep Watching - Tate McRae _ynln end of march life update!! my fyp (and a certain friend of mine) has forced me to get into f1 liked by tatemcrae, lando, charles_leclerc, and others

↳ user1 f1 you say...

↳ tatemcrae what are your thoughts on becoming a wag

_ynln i mean why not heh user2 OKAY SO THERE'S THIS GUY

↳ lando alex_albon

user3 oh he just went for it 😭 tatemcrae real subtle alex_albon ???? georgerussell63 You're the worst wingman ever

↳ user3 FAV DRIVER RN

_ynln carlos sainz !! lando wrong answer pick again _ynln sorry? carlossainz55 Sorry about lando he's a bit immature

↳ user4 you'd be a great wag *wink

_ynln thanks! i think?

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tagged: georgerussell63 alex_albon my real wag liked by lando, kimi.antonelli, and others

↳ user1 is this muhluhmuh

↳ user2 so there's this girl...

↳ lando how would you feel being a singer's boyfriend

alex_albon cool i guess? lando what do you think of _ynln tatemcrae wow lando that was REAL subtle

↳ georgerussell63 bro...

↳ charles_leclerc happy pride 🏳️‍🌈🌈✨🙏🧑‍🤝‍🧑

↳ carmenmmundt he's all yours. good luck!

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tagged: carlossainz55 _ynln first and definitely not the last time attending a race :) liked by carlossainz55, charles_leclerc, alex_albon and others

↳ user1 making carlos sign ferrari merch is CRIMINAL

_ynln I KNOW IM SORRY THIS IS ALL THE MERCH I HAD user2 girl just buy williams merch _ynln God forbid a girl saves money 💔 user3 so while we're on the topic of williams...

↳ user23 nooo why ferrari

_ynln red is my color also they're kinda cool even tho they kinda suck scuderiaferrari excuse me? _ynln no wait im sorry i didnt mean it lewishamilton "kinda suck" ????? no need to be nice

↳ williamsracing i bet you'd look great in blue liked by carlossainz55, lando, and others

↳ alex_albon nice to finally meet the person they've been trying to set me up with

_ynln i know right i was genuinely confused who you were for a quick sec user5 NOBODY MOVE user6 PAUSE user7 OKAY OKAYYYY tatemcrae i think we're doing a spectacular job lando sei4strii can i pls be a flower girl at your wedding

↳ user8 everywhere but that damn studio

user9 next time she gets in it pls let it be a love song abt alex

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alex_albon solid weekend, i really enjoyed the (lego) race and meeting new people :) liked by _ynln, williamsracing, carlossainz55, and others

↳ user1 WOAHHHH OKAY HARD LAUNCHING ALREADY

↳ user2 whaaaattt y/n and alex???? that's soooo random.... we definitely did NOT plan this.....

↳ user3 the new wag is so pretty! who is she?

user4 y/n l/n, a singer user3 just listened to one of her songs and DAMN user5 REALEST REACTION

↳ user6 alexa play that should be me

↳ _ynln so nice to finally meet you :)) tnx for letting me in the williams hospitality

alex_albon it's not ferrari but you're always welcome here, i'll always argue with the guards for you _ynln well then i mighttt have a new fav team now... (after all carlos is ur teammate) scuderiaferrari wow traitor carlossainz55 thats what you get for replacing me williamsracing haha suck it 😛

↳ albon_pets YES WE'RE FINALLY GETTING A MOM

alex_albon georgerussell63 log out rn

↳ user7 they're so cute and they're not even together yet i can't.

↳ lando could our work finally be done? tatemcrae

tatemcrae almost 😈 just a bit more

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now playing: Close To You - Gracie Abrams _ynln hey alexa how do you talk to a guy who's the complete opposite of you no glue no borax liked by laufey, tatemcrae, radvxz and others

↳ user1 pause what guy

↳ user2 please tell me that guy is alex

↳ laufey if you have the answer please let me know too!

_ynln will do babes, will do 😞

↳ user3 the guy is alex right?

↳ user4 why is your calendar on october 23rd 😭

_ynln i unfortunately haven't updated it since last year 😣 user5 guess whose driver number is 23

↳ radvxz trick question you just don't talk to him

_ynln thanks for the help

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now playing: Femininomenon - Chappell Roan alex_albon a day in a life liked by _ynln, carlossainz55, lando, and others

↳ user1 alex in his influencer/vlogger era

↳ user2 i've seen enough. post a grwm

↳ user3 got here at 83 likes and y/n was one of them

user4 well i'll be damned if we actually nassie'd them

↳ user5 him and y/n lead such different lives liked by _ynln

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now playing: Buttons - Lyn Lapid _ynln crush got so bad i got in the studio 😭 "Buttons" out now! go stream go go go liked by radvxz, laufey, alex_albon, and others

↳ radvxz BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE

↳ user1 by any chance are you a gracie fan

_ynln YESS close to you was on loop during the songwriting process 😋😋

↳ laufey a woman who yearns is a woman who earns

↳ tatemcrae so good i'm in love

↳ user2 WHO THIS ABOUT

user3 i think we all know who this is about user4 COUGH alex_albon COUGH

↳ user5 thank you alex albon for putting her back in the studio

↳ alex_albon FIRE SONG i'm in love

lando HAH alex_albon WAIT THIS ISNT MY BURNER ACCOUNT

↳ user23 FIRE SONG i'm in love

lando 🙈🙉🙊 liked by georgerussell63, charles_leclerc, carlossainz55, and others

↳ alex_albon i'm half of the streams btw

_ynln thanks for your support! i have money to feed the 17 kids in my basement now alex_albon of course. if you want to make it 18 kids i'm always here _ynln excuse moi 😦😦 alex_albon I MEANT KIDNAPPING NOT PREGNANCY williamsracing Alex, please keep your media training in mind 😊

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part 2 is already out !! here hope you enjoyeddddd and if not, lmk how i can improve !

♡ xine

[ellswritings]

In My Corner

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

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

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

✧･ﾟ:*ᴵ’ᵐ ᵇᵉᵃᵘ ᵗᶦᶠᵘˡ (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)*:･ﾟ✧*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/N laughed, “He’s lucky he’s cute.”

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

“Y’all are too invested.”

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

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

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

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

Jon threw his arms up. “Ecstatic.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She trailed off, caught mid-thought.

“But what?” Jon asked, eyeing her.

“It’s dumb.”

“Spit it out,” Roman said.

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

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

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

The air got heavier, just slightly.

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

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

“You gonna let him?” Solo asked.

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

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

A knock at the door.

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

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

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

“I’m in the match of life, uce.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

✧･ﾟ:*ᴵ’ᵐ ᵇᵉᵃᵘ ᵗᶦᶠᵘˡ (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)*:･ﾟ✧*

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

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

And then he stepped in her path.

LA Knight.

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

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

LA Knight’s smile widened — irritatingly pleased.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The air between them shifted — thicker now, charged.

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

But he beat her to it.

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

Her smile froze.

Knight’s grin deepened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What the hell was that?

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

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

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

And then she showed up.

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

He wasn’t surprised by the swagger.

But LA Knight?

The second he appeared on screen, something twisted.

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

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

And yet…

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

That was real.

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

Phil’s fingers curled into fists against his knees.

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

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

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

Why did he do it?

Because he still cared?

Because he hated how they left things?

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

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

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

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

✧･ﾟ:*ᴵ’ᵐ ᵇᵉᵃᵘ ᵗᶦᶠᵘˡ (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)*:･ﾟ✧*

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

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

From behind, a hand clapped her shoulder.

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

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

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

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

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

Inside, Iyo was pacing, watching with narrowed eyes.

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

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

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

This was it.

The bell rang.

And they were off.

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

Game on.

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

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

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

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

One… two… kickout.

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

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

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

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

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

Bayley. Dakota. Kairi.

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

But before they could reach the apron—

Bianca. Michin. Zelina.

The crowd exploded.

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

But inside the ring — it was quiet. Still.

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

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

The camera zoomed in.

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

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

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

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

And then she struck.

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

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

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

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

Y/N didn’t go for the pin right away.

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

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

One. Two. Three.

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

✧･ﾟ:*ᴵ’ᵐ ᵇᵉᵃᵘ ᵗᶦᶠᵘˡ (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)*:･ﾟ✧*

Heelheatdaily

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

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

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

#WWE #YSNRising #LAKnight #BackstageTension #ChemistryOn100

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was poetry. The way the crowd LOST IT.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

✧･ﾟ:*ᴵ’ᵐ ᵇᵉᵃᵘ ᵗᶦᶠᵘˡ (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)*:･ﾟ✧*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her moment.

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

And then — the stomp.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Colby’s jaw tightened.

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

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

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

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

And if other men were drawn to her?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then came the stomp.

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

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

And now?

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

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

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

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

✧･ﾟ:*ᴵ’ᵐ ᵇᵉᵃᵘ ᵗᶦᶠᵘˡ (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)*:･ﾟ✧*

Phil was already cranky.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jesus Christ.”

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

Phil opened his mouth, a scathing retort already forming—

And then he looked up.

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

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

That made it worse.

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

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

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

“I’ve never even seen that show.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Instead, he stepped behind her.

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

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

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

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

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

She shivered.

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

Phil didn’t answer. He just stepped back.

“Again.”

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

Clean. Perfect. Fucking lethal.

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

“I did it!”

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

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

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

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

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

And that irritated him more than anything.

Because he wanted to impress her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not after that.

✧･ﾟ:*ᴵ’ᵐ ᵇᵉᵃᵘ ᵗᶦᶠᵘˡ (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)*:･ﾟ✧*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re sweaty.”

“So are you!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I ain’t brooding,” Jon said.

“You are,” Joseph muttered.

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey!” Jon called, offended.

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

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

“You won’t,” Joe muttered knowingly.

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

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

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

“Kill it tonight, boys.”

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

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

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

Joseph didn’t say anything. But he smiled.

✧･ﾟ:*ᴵ’ᵐ ᵇᵉᵃᵘ ᵗᶦᶠᵘˡ (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)*:･ﾟ✧*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You flew all the way here tonight?”

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

She stared. “Why?”

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

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

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

“I know.”

“You’re holding flowers.”

“I know.”

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

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

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

Her brow arched. “And?”

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

Y/N blinked. “Colby—”

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

The silence sat between them like a lit fuse.

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

Her breath caught. “Colby��”

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

The hallway felt smaller suddenly.

Warmer.

Louder.

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

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

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

There was a beat.

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

“Yeah.”

“You brought flowers.”

“...Shut up.”

She grinned.

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

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

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

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

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

Neither of them moved.

She exhaled, dazed. “That was…”

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

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

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

“I wasn’t going to kiss you.”

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

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

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

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

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

And for Colby?

That was enough for now.

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

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

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

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

Because this?

This was about to break the internet.

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

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

#WWE #Rollins #YSNSZN #WHATDIDWEJUSTSEE

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

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

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

Punkscollarbone: Punk flipping off his phone somewhere in Chicago rn

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

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

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

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

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

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Gentle Care (S.R.)

Synopsis: Reader suffers with endometriosis, and sometimes Spencer can’t be there to comfort them, but he still manages to be the world’s best boyfriend Tags: Spencer/GN!Reader, AFAB!Reader, reader has endo, fluff Word count: 831 Notes: For anyone unfamiliar, the combination of both gender neutral and AFAB reader means that the reader is specified as having female reproductive organs (so, in this situation, them having endometriosis suggests they have a uterus) BUT there are no gendered pronouns used so the fic can be enjoyed by women, trans men, non-binary people, and anyone else whom this might apply to

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There was a lot of things that majorly sucked about Spencer’s job, and that was him being away during your period. He was doing important work, and you’d never hold it against him, after all you’d known what you were getting into when you started dating him, but it didn’t make the entire thing suck any less.

He was away on a case once again when your period started, and yet from however many miles away he was, he still called in sick for you to your workplace so you could sleep in. He was the best partner you’d ever had, so kind and thoughtful, always looking for new ways to make sure you were happy, healthy and well taken care of. On days like this one, where the pain was so bad that when you stood up to pee earlier that you’d nearly blacked out, the sofa is your best friend. Your apartment was small, with the kitchen and living room being one room, so the sofa was central to everything you needed, being the fridge, the TV, the bathroom and hot water for your hot water bottle. You’d tried to nap and taken pain killers, and for now you were just stuck suffering.

When Spencer wasn’t home it was harder to keep to your specialised diet that was supposed to help with your endometriosis, because you often let bad habits when it came to eating back in, resorting to takeout or girl dinners rather than full, healthy meals, designed to help you as much as they could physically and hormonally. It wasn’t even that you disliked any of the food, you didn’t, you just disliked dirtying that many dishes when you were the only one eating and then having to wash them too. Lots of work when you could just doordash taco bell again. You were just glad that your workplace was so understanding. Your manager’s daughter had endo as well, so she always allowed you to take what time you needed, and if ever you came in on a bad day, she’d just send you home.

You grunted softly and turned over on the sofa to face the back cushions, burying your face into it to yell, because even if it didn’t do anything physically it did help emotionally, and in your humble opinion that was half the battle. “What did the sofa ever do to you?” You heard a voice say, and you almost tripped over your own feet as you launched yourself upward to greet your lover at the door. Spencer reached out and managed to catch you with a laugh, though his face showed concern. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, squeezing your eyes against tears, both from pain and gratitude to have Spencer home. “I missed you.” You whispered into his ear, and Spencer reached over to pick up your favourite drink from the counter, offering it to you. “This is for you. I also know you’ve not been eating right while I was gone, so I’ll cook tonight. You just relax.” He said, leading you back to the sofa. You did cry then, overwhelmed by huge emotions. Spencer gave you a minute to calm yourself down while he refilled your hot water bottle with hot water, then when he returned it was also with tissues to wipe your face.

“Come on, let’s get comfortable and we’ll watch a movie.” He said, choosing not to comment on your tears, which was probably for the best. He understood, as best as he could without experiencing it, what you were going through and therefore he was able to work with your needs. He grabbed you the remote and handed it over to you, allowing you to pick out which movie you wanted to watch rather than going through the prolonged process of scrolling to find something or suggesting things. “You’re the best, do you know that?” You asked softly, and Spencer just laughed, pressing a kiss to your head. “I’m just trying to help.” He said, a light flush to his cheeks. “You’re really good at it. You always know what to say and what I need.” You replied, taking a long sip from your drink. You hadn’t even known that you wanted it yourself, and yet Spencer had just known, without even speaking to you. “Because I learned, and I did that because I love you.” He said, as if it were easy as breathing. Your friends often joked that you’d need to share him, because he was the only good man in over a hundred miles, but they’d need to find their own man because this one was yours. “I love you too.” Gently, you pressed your lips to Spencer’s, smiling all the while. When you separated, you started your favourite movie playing and settled in at your boyfriend’s side, getting as comfortable as you could in the circumstances.

You hated your period, but Spencer made it just that little bit more bearable.

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Another (kinda) new OC just appeared!

Remember this old sketch? I didn't have time before Art Fight to draw a full-effort new ref sheet, so I coloured it to hopefully be good enough to act as one.

Nicole is a senior researcher in the field of mechanical research and development at Hephaestus Industrials, one of the leading manufacturers of robotic hardware. She has developed several minor breakthroughs that are essential to modern robotics, and has a secure and respected position at the company. She works long hours and is seen by many (executives) as a model employee.

However, outside of work, she smuggles her innovations out of the lab and sells them to those robots in need on the black market. It's illegal, of course. Her clientele ranges from robots who need repairs or replacements but can't get them, to robots who are involved in the criminal underworld and need exotic specialist hardware. Notably, she developed the custom arm hardware of the notorious heisting mercenary, Jack.

artfight | my art tag | bluesky

She is quite unemotional, only really expressing either tiredness or annoyance, speaking in monotone, straight-to-the-point statements. This may be due to her working both days and nights while barely sleeping, but she's also just kind of like that.

Nicole is a trans woman and is especially interested in robots who develop feelings of gender when they were previously programmed to lack any concept of it. She offers drastic discounts for gender-affirming hardware alterations. These clients are often runaways who come to her as a last resort, and she is all too happy to help.

She gives off the vibe of someone who subsists enitrely on a diet of coffee and cigarettes, but never touches either.

"I really don't care for drugs of any kind y'know. I could hook you up with several dealers, but you won't catch me with the stuff."

Personality notes:

Generally very unemotional

Cares deeply about her clients' wellbeing, but doesn't show it well

Inscrutable and hard to really know what's going on with her

Loves to get her hands on (or in) a new piece of machinery to play with

Sucks at chess but tries it every now and again before throwing the board and pieces in the trash

Physical notes: 

6'3" / 191cm

Resting bitch face

Naturally green hair. Her parents used experimental gene-editing techniques to alter some aspects of her physical makeup. Unfortunately, she evidently wasn't happy with that, and the green hair is mostly all that remains of her parents' decisions.

History/lore notes:

Transitioned later in life and doesn't really care about her fashion that much, only wearing clothes that are comfy and let her work efficiently. However, there are rumours she has a secret wardrobe funded by her black market dealings...

[lvl109]

raison d'être

a caleb xia summer fic. terms of agreement: legally bound. (kind of.)

summary.ᐟ university au. all the lis are friends. no evol au. featuring some npcs (ex: tara, yvonne, etc.) fake dating at a beach house to get over an ex that isn't even yours? much more likely than you think. don't forget your sunscreen and sandals.

tee says.ᐟ and we're finally kickstarting the beach fic! happy reading <3

content ahead: non!mc reader, negotiations in front of elle woods, usual caleb puppyisms, and a begrudging change of summer plans. wc: ~700.

“you want me to what?”

he looks pained. disconcerted, even, but you decide your expansive vocabulary isn’t needed for this particular moment. your heartbeat rises unreasonably, but it’s outweighed by the utter audacity of your—previously unwelcomed, but that detail wasn't necessary anymore—companion pulling hellish favors out his ass. on movie night no less. and in front of elle woods.

“don’t make me repeat myself…”

“oh, im sorry,” you fake a sympathetic look, to which he quickly scowls and fidgets with his fingers. “i’m not the one who interrupted my legally blonde marathon to ask for the most unserious favor i’ve ever heard!”

“so you did hear me then?” you begin to open your mouth to tell him off, but he quickly waves his hands to avoid it. “okay! okay. sorry. i just need you to do this for me. please.”

i know sylus invited you to his beach house for the summer and emcee’s going to be there with her… boyfriend. so i kind of need a favor? 

you couldn’t. it was a terrible idea and you didn’t even know him that well. you only began to hang out towards the end of the semester when your friend group merged with sylus’—and even then, you hadn’t gotten close to a lot of his friends. it was just sheer coincidence sylus liked him enough to let him tag along, and as his closest friend, it's not like you could tell him who he could and couldn’t hang out with. 

“i’m not being used because you can’t get over a relationship that was doomed from the start,” you frown, and hold your ground when his head snaps up in offense. “oh, come on. don’t look at me like that—you had to have known she wasn’t into you like that.”

“what the hell does that even mean—”

this time, the sympathetic look on your face is somewhat tinged with actual empathy. you recall a late-night conversation you’d had with sylus as he revealed his offhand concerns about caleb being hung up on a girl who didn’t see him in that way any longer—childhood friends, missed opportunities, that kind of thing—and sigh with a furrow in your brow. 

“it means it’s time for you to move on.” you direct your gaze back to the screen, just in time to see elle arrive at the party in her pretty bunny costume. it makes the corner of your lips tug down as you watch her get made fun of, and you can still feel the weight of his gaze on your face. “you know that’s not a healthy way to cope with… whatever you had.” if they even had anything, you continue mentally, and internally wince.

he’s quiet, still boring holes into the side of your face, and you wonder if that’s what made you cave. you’ve always prided yourself in being strong willed and not easily swayed, but maybe it was watching such an iconic character get played that made you soft. when you turn to look at him again his eyes are still pleading, and a pout graces his lips as he reaches over to take your hands in his.

“please,” he mumbles, and squeezes your hands gently. his hands are warm. “it’ll just be for show, i promise. i’ll be forever in your debt if you do this for me. i don't want her to feel bad for me.”

when you still don’t budge, he moves to get on his knees to grovel, and your facade cracks. 

“alright!” you yelp, drawing your legs up to your chest when he kneels in front of you. your eyes widen at the display, and you slowly unravel your limbs when a tiny smile appears on your lips. “back up! and get off the floor, goodness—”

“so you’ll do it?” he looks too hopeful. his similarity to a certain bob wearing ball of energy softens your heart once again. you can hear yvonne telling you how much this was a terrible idea.

“fine,” you concede, and hold your hands up when he moves to envelope you in a hug. “but we need to set up some rules.”

when sylus texts you later that night about how caleb’s impromptu visit went, you toss your phone somewhere after sending back a myriad of middle finger emojis.

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[silentcaps]

They found out someone hurt you

tags: hurt/comfort, reader trauma, protective partner

cast: cyno, razor, scaramouche x fem!reader

tw: emotional distress, implied harassment

side b: barbara, diluc, itto

CYNO

His colleagues glance at him and smile — like they already know everything. Even the things he doesn’t. Cyno is surprised that bits and pieces of the situation reach him through work chatter, the noise of the Grand Bazaar, and even from patrols deep in the forest — but never from you. It’s as if you don’t trust him enough to share your troubles. And even if that thought cuts deeper than he lets on, Cyno respects your choice and doesn’t bring it up himself. Instead, to keep from overthinking and spiraling, he throws himself into tracking the perpetrator — a real hunt. After all, no one escapes justice when it comes from the General Mahamatra.

Still, he can’t avoid the subject entirely. When he sees you again, he mentions that the criminal has been caught, hoping it’ll bring you some relief. But what he sees instead is pain flickering across your face — and that stuns him.

“Did I do something wrong? Should I not have gotten involved?”

He doesn’t understand your reaction. Maybe he should’ve stayed close, offered comfort instead? But it seemed like you were keeping the issue from him on purpose — to process it in your own space and time.

“I thought… it would hurt your reputation. You care about it so much…”

When Cyno hears the anxious thoughts you’ve been wrestling with all this time, something shifts. He cups your cheeks, catches your gaze, and says with quiet certainty:

“No, of course not… I wouldn’t turn my back on you just to protect my reputation. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

Though not someone used to touch, Cyno opens his arms for you — and doesn’t let go until you’re the one to pull away.

RAZOR

Raised by the laws of the wild, Razor doesn’t quite understand why what happened has shaken you so deeply. But he tries to comfort you. Slowly, step by step, he moves closer and tilts his head, gently nudging your shoulder like a she-wolf nuzzling her pup. The silence that follows — your total lack of response — unsettles him more than anything else in the world. A low whine, full of frustration at his own helplessness, escapes from his chest. Razor curls up at your feet, keeping just enough distance to not intrude, but refusing to leave your side. Whatever caused this pain doesn’t matter to him right now. What matters is that you’re hurting. And he’s made it his duty to bring back your sunshine smile and that voice that rings like a bell.

Later, Razor goes to Lisa with questions. After a patient and thorough explanation, after the truth settles in, his fists clench until his knuckles turn white, and his teeth grind together. He grabs his claymore, ready to tear the whole city apart if that’s what it takes to find the monster responsible. He doesn’t fully understand why, but the image of someone’s hands touching you without your permission drives him insane. There’s nothing he can do about it — not directly — but Lisa promises to look into it and talk to Jean to make sure no one else gets hurt.

He returns to your home. The curtains are drawn, everything’s untouched, and you’re buried under heavy blankets. It’s clear you haven’t left your room or eaten all day. Razor sits on the edge of the bed to let you know he’s there, and in a voice cracked with emotion, he says the only thing that feels right:

“I only have Lupical. I protect my Lupical. No one hurt. I fight for Lupical. Keep safe. I want make you feel good. Food gives strength. Makes happy. I make meat. Tasty smell.”

SCARAMOUCHE

Scaramouche doesn’t deal well with tears. During arguments, the moment he notices them, he either sends you away or walks off himself. It doesn’t make him a terrible person — some emotions just hit too hard and leave him feeling powerless.

“Calm down and explain it properly, I can’t make sense of your whining.”

That line comes up a lot. Not because he wants to hurt you — but because that’s how he tries to get to the point and help. Fix the problem. Give you money. Beat someone up. But not offer soft words. And definitely not hugs.

But today is different. Your cheeks are soaked in tears, and you don’t even seem to notice. You’re staring off, empty. Scaramouche forces himself to step closer. He asks what happened. And as he pieces together the broken parts of your story, something inside him snaps. Some pathetic insect thought they had the right to touch you — the parts of you that belong to him, wholly and without question.

Between shaky breaths, you confess that you can still feel it — those touches clinging to your skin like filth that won’t wash off.

“Show me where.”

His cool, familiar fingers follow wherever you point. He presses, massages, grounding you with each motion. Then he leans in and kisses every inch of skin you marked, slow and deliberate — replacing the memory of someone else's hands with his own, painting over it, erasing it.

“Imagine it’s only me touching you. Nothing else. No one else.”

He’ll find the bastard later — drag them out from under the earth if he has to — but right now, helping you is all that matters.

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Happy Sunday! More of Teenage Jonah because I'm close-ish to finishing the first part of it.

“We didn’t--” Jonah starts but Carlos once again squeezes his shoulder until his voice trails off.

Jonah is a kid. Not just his kid, a kid. His limbs are gangly because he continues to shoot taller and taller, he never ties his shoes well enough to not trip on them at least once a day, he still watches some cartoons for young kids though he quickly switches off the TV when TK or Carlos walk by. His voice has just stopped the squicky bursts through the new deep tone they all have to get used to. Lately, he keeps on checking the mirror with a hand over his top lip as if that would make anything grow there.

“Jojo asked me if I could show him how to shave today,” Carlos had told TK two weeks prior when he caught him at it.

“Shave what? His bare skin?”

Carlos snorted and clapped a hand over TK’s mouth and pressed him down into the pillow. “Shh, don’t let him hear. He thinks that bit of fuzz is gonna be a full beard any day now.”

TK licked his palm until Carlos let go, grinning because it always worked. “Why didn’t he ask me to show him? I shave too!”

“We both know I’m more meticulous,” Carlos said, expecting the pillow coming for his face right after and the usual ‘No, you’re a control freak, that’s what you are.”

There’s not a single darker hair on Jonah’s upper lip, but there is a flush to his cheeks now, a furrow to his brow. He keeps on glancing up at Carlos before he looks back down at his kneading hands, metal clinking that Carlos has come to know so well.

“I assume you’re not going to arrest him if you called me?” Carlos finally asks Stevenson, making his voice hard over the uncertainty living in his bones tonight.

His old colleague strokes his stubbly chin. He looks older these days, thinner and sharper for it. “You owe me one, Reyes.”

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[bearsinpotatosacks]

Soooo, I finished season 4 of the Bear and here are my thoughts. I'm going to tag it with as many spoiler tags as I can, so here's your warning (i got a spoiler kind of by looking at a reply to a comment on a tiktok :( )

Overall, I loved it, not as shouty, I liked the Ever staff being there, I loved the development of Ebra and the sandwich window, Syd's dilemma and seeing more into her life. Most of the things I wanted were done, more time with Richie and him being a mess, Richie taking Syd to the wedding, more of Syd and Ebra. It wasn't as tense, I laughed more. I loved the family feel to it, I wanted Donna to have changed and one of my favourite parts of the season was her talk with Carmy. It was really good, but...

I finished it feeling disappointed. I know this is because I went into it thinking it was the last season, the ending could just be an open ending since we follow Carmy's arc and he's leaving the restaurant, but I went into thinking this is how it ends and when the entire last episode was a drawn out argument in an alleyway that doesn't even give us an epilogue, I was disappointed.

But okay, that's just because of my preconceived ideas, I've had season 3 for a year, and season 4 for a few days, that makes sense, but I got to the end and felt like nothing happened? There were multiple instances of me feeling like they were filling out the run time. It's important to Carmy character and arc to see him enjoying architecture, and seeing how he reacts to seeing most of his family at Tiff's wedding, I get it. But did there have to be so much time spent with no dialogue, just filming the characters staring at each other, or things. I fully realise that I might have just forgotten that the Bear was like this, I didn't rewatch previous seasons before this one, but I wished we could've had more substance rather than characters staring at each other, it felt like they were deliberately drawing things out.

I wanted more Mikey too. This is another problem with expectations vs reality because we saw flashbacks to Mikey's death, it was mentioned, I saw Ebon and Jon behind the scenes pics and heard they were writing an episode, so assumed we were getting a Mikey episode, like his last day alive or something. Instead we got a 5-10 minute scene, and some flashbacks while Richie had a panic attack. Yet again, I've slowly been focusing more on Richie and Mikey, so have forgotten how little of Mikey there actually is in the show, but I still felt let down. I guess we wouldn't see a lot of Mikey, since we only hear or see him through the characters in the show's eyes, he's not his own character fully so seeing into his psyche on his last day alive might not fit, that's fine, this is what we have fanfiction for.

I will say I adored that the Bear name was Mikey's idea, also Carmy saying that Syd is the Bear further solidifies the metas I've seen saying that Syd and Mikey fulfilled the same role in Carmy's life.

I am sure that there'll be a season 5, despite my hang ups about the cast getting bigger acting gigs, especially Ebon now being in the MCU so I am trying to ignore my fears of them just wringing him dry in terms of acting, meaning that there won't be time.

I'm happy with what they did with Carmy and Claire, there was growth in their characters and I felt like it was a lot more natural in terms of them interacting, not fully shouting at each other, Claire being there for Sydney has fully validated my crackship SydClaire ideas to the point that I have a fic idea for that now. The wedding episode and episode 5 were probably my favourite, also episode 8 because of Jess and Richie's talk while folding napkins.

I loved Luca this season. I forgot he was going to be in it. He's such a breath of fresh air. I loved how positive and down to earth he was, especially with Tina and her timings.

I still hope that next season (i'm going on the assumption that there will be one) will have them uniting with Ebra's sandwich window getting better, the advice he's got, whatever the business guy and the computer were scheming, and Syd and Richie having more of a say. I have less hope that they'll make the place less fancy, since they've gotten a good review doing fancy stuff. But I also think they might, they start the season with Mikey and Carmy planning the Bear and wanting it to be a place where people wanted to go, with Ebra's sandwich window making more money and being so popular, and most of the cooking scenes that were special being about food outside the restaurant (Syd cooking for TJ, Carmy cooking for Donna). They also had Richie mention that the energy at the Beef was great, and had Neil talk about how he feels he can't be himself, so that also kind of hints to me that they won't be a Michelin star wannabe, because as much as I like the Ever people, they make the restaurant feel clinic and military like instead of a warm family business. I want the vibes of the Beef with the skill and passion of the Bear, put together. Maybe season 5, if it's the last one, can end with Sydney making the restaurant her's, and Carmy maybe coming back because he's found his love for cooking again

I am pleased that most of my fanfic ideas are still relevant, but watching season 4 has reminded me of so many little details that I want to add to them now. I'm probably going to add Donna and Carmy into my first Mikey lives AU fic (because I've planned sequels), I'm thinking of how to make things change in a believable way, have the restaurant not be Michelin star, but also having the same characters be involved (I want Jess and the Ever crew, Chef Terry, Luca, to all be in it).

I am disappointed and relieved that we heard nothing about Richie's family, it gives me plenty of room to play with but also makes me sad that we got nothing, we heard a little in each season about them (he's not related to the Berzattos and is Polish in season 1, his Dad was in the Army and he moved around a lot in season 2, he's an only child and calls his daughter a polish nickname in season 3). I guess it was solidifying the found family vibes of it all, that photo of the Bears, that Ted takes. My fic idea for Richie's Dad eating at the restaurant, or him reuniting with his Mum still stands, though, so there's that.

I also didn't like the continuing trend of using clips in trailers that aren't in the show. Season 3 had a few clips, but mainly the "Happy Thursday--- It's Saturday" line. But we saw everyone reading the review in season 4's trailer and didn't see any of that. I'm going to take that it's implied that Richie found Syd with how she helps him take deep breaths before the wedding, and how they promise to talk about their problems, I'll add that to the fanfic ideas list.

I loved Richie being sad at the start. I liked how we learnt a little more about Tiff, and Syd's mum being an actress. This just makes me want a prequel to the Bear, maybe called the Beef, with Richie and Mikey being teens, that focuses on Donna, Jimmy and the Berzattos Dad. I will also add that there were a few moments that I thought Sydcarmy shippers would like, I also feel like Marcus' roommate thinks he and Marcus are in a relationship, but Marcus doesn't, which is a funny idea to think about. Also, Pete got a last name!

Overall very good, but it's left me thinking, at least there's fanfiction

[vereneche]

A Carved Friend

She hummed to herself as she painted on the canvas, somewhat mindful of the company sat beside her, watching her intently.

This pink haired boy really wanted to watch her paint, he wrote something about wanting to learn when she had inquired. He sat beside her, still and attentive, watching her hand, the way the brush glided across the canvas, the stroke confident, smooth, steady.

He had his own little sketchbook in hand, but it was shut, hugging it close to his chest. He felt a bit sheepish, such an amazing artist and here he was making crude doodles.

She glanced at him for a moment, he blinked when her hand stopped. They stared at each other for a moment, ‘Your painting’s really pretty’ he wrote down on a back page of the sketchbook. Hayati nodded with a hum.

Eris. He had been trailing her for a while, looking for opportunities to interact with her. Though he found her to be uncanny, there was intrigue, and well, he really wanted to draw with her.

The painting was obscure, it looked like an abstract version of her room actually. She hummed as she set her brush down and turned to Eris who looked at her intently. Some paint coated her fingers and hands, some paint was found splattered on parts of the eisel.

They didn't really talk as much as they stared at each other usually, Eris was an expressive one despite being nonverbal but sometimes, he’d be difficult to read unless he communicated it. Body language was easy enough to mimic at least.

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Hayati examined the small wooden block, tracing its carvings with her finger as Eris waved her goodnight and left her room. The note he left her with the block was lying next to the eisel, if she hadn't known any better, she would've assumed the block to be some kind of stamp.

The note had instructions to use the block, odd, peel the carving off? Hm, it wouldn't hurt to give it a try.

She had not expected a creature to pop out of it once she peeled it off like a sticker. She stood there stunned, the beast looked blotchy, its orange eyes curiously glancing everywhere before landing its eyes on her. It looked at her, she looked at it. The note called it a Doodle Buddy, she noted as she glanced at the sheet again.

The Doodle Buddy was almost the shade of dried ink, it was the size of a small child, it's body long, reminiscent of a snake. Though, it had a stubbier face, a pair of eyes on its face and 3 more on the back of its body.

It slithered up to her silently, looking at her, bobbing its head up at her, as if it wanted something. “You…want me to pick you up?”, Hayati asked, wanting to clarify, its eyes lit up as it nodded.

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Eris was beaming when he saw them, Hayati and her Doodle Buddy, at the dinner table. Others had taken notice too, the Doodle Buddy in its active state, sat on her lap, its face poking up from behind the edge of the table as Hayati ate, her expression nonchalant.

He was happy, but now he has to make sure he doesn't make eye contact with a certain cracked up angel.

Tags: @boiling-potato , @hayati-gacha , @hayatiayad , @imma-sue-you-becky , @justafriendly-stranger , @lucytsukii , @chipi-chupi-chips

Notes:

WE GOT OUR THIRD DOODLE BUDDY :D

Congrats to Hayati for getting the THIRD EVER DooBud :3

Anyways so her's is like, a legless lizard in a way, with 5 eyes, two on the face, 3 on its back.

DooBud's do have a personality of their own, but that stems off of the person the DooBud was made for.

So uh, the buddy's gonna take ages to realise its own personality unfortunately 😔

Also MM!Keio is gonna be (politely?)pestering Eris for a DooBud too now lmao

But don't worry, Bee & Casimir noticed. They're gonna gang up on that angel lol

[ladylucksrogue]

300 Followers! 🎉🎉

I want to say thank you to everyone! This is so absolutely amazing and humbling to reach this milestone!

As promised, I will be doing a drabble challenge as a thank you for all the support. The poll a while back showed that a good chunk of people who voted were interested in kiss drabbles, so that is what we are going with! I've done a bit of research and pulled a bunch of prompts from all over the place into a list that promises a bit of everything for everyone I hope!

I will begin doing these in July and continue through July 31st. You can go ahead and get your prompts in as soon as you'd like.

There's no limit to how many prompts you can request, go wild!

Most of you know, I am very ship and let ship and I write for a variety of ships and this will be no different. Even if you don't particularly care for one or the other ship I write, there will likely be something for you, and you can always request what you'd like, so there's that :) All posts will be tagged with rating, ship and content warnings if any. We are keeping this space happy and drama free, thank you :)

Rules:

1. Pick a prompt

2. Pick a pairing I write for (rexsoka, foxiyo, blyla, codywan, Tech/Phee, Wolffe x Liri (my OC), any of my other OC pairings (Bacara x Sariyah, Spider x Iosen, etc), Wolffe x Riyo, etc. I have quiet a variety I have written for, so there should be a bit of choice out there. If you have ideas, questions on pairing I write for, feel free to ask!

3. Feel free to give timeline, setting, etc. Would you like this set in my Unexpected-verse fix it timeline? Is there a particular point in time you'd like it? Are there other characters you'd like as a cameo? Would you like it in my rebellion AU? Another timeframe entirely? During the war, post order 66, etc. I am open for ideas, this is your prompt after all.

4. Let me know if you'd prefer SFW or NSFW

Prompts under the cut to avoid this being a never ending post on your feed :) Thank you all again, you are amazing!

Kissing someone while they talk about something they are passionate about

Kisses after an argument

Kiss while cooking

Lazy kisses

Rough kisses

Neck kisses

Forehead kisses

Morning kisses to wake someone up

“I love you” between kisses

Soft kisses that turn passionate

Kisses between laughs or giggles

Kissing away tears

Spontaneous or surprise kiss

Shorter person tries kissing the taller one, gets frustrated

Kissing in the rain

Accidentally bumping heads while kissing

I missed you kisses

Kissing someone to rid them of a smear of chocolate/cream/ice cream, etc

Flustered kiss

Kissing down their body

First kiss

Goodbye kiss

Discovering a sensitive spot kiss

Hungry kiss

Not being able to speak after the kiss

 “I wasn’t planning on falling for you, you know.”

 “I dare you.” / “To what?” / “Kiss me.”

 “That wasn’t part of the plan.” / “No. But it felt right.”

 “It’s been a long day. Come here.”

 “If this is a dream, I’m never waking up.”

 "You’re shaking." / "So are you."

 "Why do you always have to be so stubborn?"

 “You're not going to get out of this with just a kiss.”

 "You always taste like caf."

 That... was not how I thought tonight would go."

 “Let me make you forget.”

 “Your lips are distracting.”

 “Why do you always kiss me when I’m trying to be mad at you?”

 “If I beat you, I get a kiss.”

 "I’m not sorry."

 “Is it weird that I want to kiss you right now?”

 “I thought you were dead. You don’t get to kiss me like nothing happened.”

 “Your nose is cold. I should probably warm you up”

 “Do you want me to stop?”

“Wait, was that a thank you kiss or a bribe?”

  “This is a terrible idea.”

 “If you’re going to keep teasing me like that, at least put your mouth to better use.”

 “This is the part where you lean in and kiss me, right?”

“You kissed me through the helmet. That doesn’t count.”

 “Try that again, slower. Right there.”

[enzymedevice]

Haven’t posted art in so long because I’ve had the most terrible art block and am failing at commission work so hard that I’ve forgotten what it’s like to upload stuff without anxiety, oops. Anyway, homed stuck

[delicourse]

Snake Year

[makingshortstorieslong]

A little zine about how I (still) have trouble saying the word aromantic.

I've never made a zine before! I was inspired to try it because @queerliblib mentioned a zine making night in an email. That hasn't happened yet - its on June 26th - but once I had the idea, I couldn't wait, lol. It was nice to put something down on paper and have the finished product to hold onto.

Image descriptions under the cut:

Page 1: Three tiny speech bubbles say: "Do you have a bf? Do you like anyone? What's your type?" A big speech bubble says, "Oh, I don't date." The big speech bubble comes from a heart colored like the aromantic flag. 

Page 2 says: I could say: "Actually, I'm... ...aromantic." ...aro." ...aromantic asexual." ...aroace."

Page 3 says: But there are a few problems:

aromantic: Has been misheard as "A Romantic".

aro: Opaque if you don't already know the term.

aromantic asexual: A mouthful! And sounds...scientific?

aroace: shares The Big Problem: it may require a vocabulary lesson!

Page 4 says: It doesn't actually come up too often! Which is fine. My coworkers, my neighbors, and strangers don't need to know I'm aroace. I just wish I could say it sincerely when I do want someone to know. 

Page 5 says: I always have to smile - laugh - hedge. "Oh, well, actually, I'm kind of like, aromantic? Basically just not interested."

It's been more than 8 years since the first time I said it out loud!  I'm certain of it, but I still can't say it like I mean it!

Page 6 says: The most memorable time I said "I don't date" the guy I was talking to asked "Oh are you asexual?" and I said "Yeah, actually. And aromantic." And we moved on.

That was nice. 

Page 7 says:

The times I've lead with "I'm aromantic" -- well, there's only one I really remember:

"I didn't use to think that was a real thing." 

Other than that time -- even if I use the word, I always explain what it means first! 

Page 8 says: I just hope that one day I'll feel like I can say, simply, confidently: "I'm aromantic" and "I'm aroace."

The words "I'm aromantic" are big and dark green, the color of the top stripe of the aromantic flag. The words "I'm aroace" are big and bright orange, the color of the top stripe of the aroace flag. Three hearts below the words are colored to look like the aromantic, aroace, and asexual flags. 

[xxplastic-cubexx]

yeah the skins neat i guess idk

[thirdsonofeve]

Innocent changes the rules to allow priests to marry, but they can only marry other priests bc of issues regarding inheritance and nepotism and potential distractions that might come with family life (also heavily implied that they are expected to still be chaste so it's not really a marriage it's more... "lifetime partnership").

Queue bellesco chaos wedding. Aldo agrees after Tedesco proposes for the eleventh time (while Aldo was fucking him, mind you). Thomas almost dies on the spot when he hears about the engagement.

They're both bridezillas. Mandorff has to study ceremonial code for three weeks to figure out how it's supposed to be done while both Aldo and Tedesco ague about it (with him and with each other). The ceremony is heteronormative to such a degree that Tedesco (being lower in the church hierarchy) has to be referred to as the "bride".

The media is going nuts about it, the coverage is on the level of a british royal wedding. What do you mean the progressive secretary of state and the archconservative patriarch of Venice who were both trying to become pope six months ago are getting married?????

The ceremony is public (and live-streamed) and Vincent panics while pronouncing them "husband and wife in their service to the Lord" and blurts out that Aldo "may kiss the bride". That was not in the script AND it's their first kiss.

When they are sent off on their honeymoon Aldo realizes this entire thing was just a scheme to force him to take a vacation and to keep Tedesco distracted while Vincent pushes through his most radical reforms.