#life changing solo trips for the win!

[smutoperator]

Aphrodite

Jeon Heejin x Male Reader

Tags: breeding, clitorial fingering, (lots of) cowgirl, creampie, failed facefuck, goddess, mating press, mythology, poolside, public nudity

Word count: 4000.

Santorini, Greece

Heejin's life had changed a lot in such a short span. Winning the lawsuit against her former company, reuniting with her old boss, joining a new group, and getting a new solo were all things that happened to her in under a year. But no memory became more ingrained in her mind than her trip to the beautiful Greek islands of Santorini. Heejin's time in the archipelago could only be described as something straight out of a movie, starting with the moment many people asked her and Jinsoul if they were a married couple due to their matching white dresses that caught people's attention. Filming season's greetings on a Greek island for a group named after a Greek goddess was the perfect fit after all.

Today was one of the couple of free days her group had to enjoy Santorini before heading back to Korea. Haseul, Jinsoul, Kim Lip, and Choerry all went out right in the morning, but Heejin opted to stay in the lodge the group was staying in at the top of one of the many hills of Santorini, intending to enjoy the pool and relax. She took her orange bikini, sprayed plenty of sunscreen on her body, and laid in one of the chairs poolside. Her body was glowing under Helios. Heejin had never felt so confident before, just deciding to spend the whole day playing in the pool by herself, enjoying being all alone in such a cozy and spacious lodge with no eyes watching her.

Heejin loved the total privacy she was getting that day, so much so that she started getting bolder and thinking of things she had never done before. As the hours passed by, she stripped herself naked, laid on the chair, and just closed her eyes, taking a nice and relaxing nap with her bare body on display. However, she would suddenly be disrupted by some noise.

A shocked Heejin rushed to cover her intimate parts as she saw a man repairing one of those classic white-painted houses in Santorini, panicking at the thought of him seeing her naked. She wasn't told anyone was going to make any repairs close to the lodge, unleashing her anger at the man. "What are you doing? Stop looking at me, you pervert. What are you waiting for? Get out!" Heejin furiously yelled. The man climbed down the stairs as Heejin covered her boobs with her left hand. "Are you crazy?" he asked. Indeed, you had the right to be shocked much more than her, as you definitely weren't expecting your little job you got in Santorini during tourist season to deliver such an awkward experience as seeing a naked East Asian woman yelling at you.

Heejin looked petrified, biting her nails as her cheeks turned red out of embarrassment. But her naughtier side was also looking at the sights of a muscular guy whose body seemed sculpted by the gods Greece is so famous for. She thought of the whole scene all night, struggling to sleep. Heejin's thoughts were divided between feeling embarrassed for being seen naked or for her rude behavior towards the guy. As a new day arrived, Heejin surprisingly decided to stay at the lodge once again. "I'll catch you later," she told her groupmates, as her day started like the previous one, but this time with a major headache that permeated her thoughts.

Heejin walked towards the same place where the man was doing his repairs yesterday. Her heart raced the moment she saw you shirtless working on that beautiful house. She set her sights on you, watching how you perform your craft before heading in your direction. "Excuse me?" Heejin asked. "I'm here to say I'm sorry for yesterday; I wasn't aware someone would be in the vicinity," she continued. You didn't say a word to her, pretending not to understand what she said. A saddened Heejin just ended up walking back to her lodge as you kept working.

But she wasn't going to give up easily. Heejin decided she was going to bring the guy she had a crush on by any means. A goddess always gets what she wants, especially the goddess of love and beauty. Heejin found the company the repair guy worked for and sent them a request for work in the lodge. You felt dreaded when you got the call, as you knew it was the address from the woman who had rudely yelled at you, but you had to do the job. But as you arrived at the door and rang the bell, no one was there to answer.

For a moment, you almost thought it was a prank. What if that mad East Asian woman just wanted to take revenge on you for ignoring her? Knowing your company had a 30-minute tolerance policy, Heejin made you wait for nearly the whole time while she was inside the lodge, enjoying you desperately ringing the doorbell multiple times to no avail. She got herself ready, and just as time was about to expire, a familiar silhouette appeared at the door, wearing just a black robe as if she had just gotten out of the shower.

Heejin slowly dropped the robe as she walked through the door, unveling the same body that caused the whole scuffle a day ago. Up close, she was even more stark, beautiful from top to bottom, a goddess-esque beauty. As she walked the final steps towards the door, you could only contemplate every single part of her: her perfect hair, her lustful eyes, her small nose, her cute lips, her sexy collarbones, her perky little tits, her flat belly, her bare legs, and, most importantly, her tight trimmed pussy. Your eyes just moved involuntarly at this point, going toe to head, head to toe, multiple times as if they were looking at the incarnation of a goddess.

"You're crazy," was your first reaction as you smiled. Heejin laughed. "No, I'm Aphrodite," she replied, putting her right hand on your neck as she kissed you. The goddess of love, lust, beauty, passion, pleasure, and most importantly, procreation. Heejin took the initiative from the start, unbuttonning your shirt as she kept kissing you. As she fully took your shirt off, you pushed her body closer to yours, giving her your most passionate kiss yet and running your left hand into her ass.

Heejin placed her hands on your torso and shoved you in the direction of the pool where your first meeting had happened. For a girl of her size, she was surprisingly strong, to the point that you were starting to believe she was indeed a goddess. Once you two had reached poolside, Heejin shoved you once again, this time towards not a regular pool chair but a whole king-size bed waiting for the two of you. The bed wasn't there at any moment previously, serving as a gift from the gods to their little Aphrodite. You looked at her perfect body as you lied on it, the remaining clothes on your body vanishing the moment your back hit the mattress. Heejin slowly climbed on it, crawling on top of your body as she gave you more kisses.

Her smile was beautiful and had you at your weakest every time she showed it. Her mouth sucked yours in a way resembling that of a soul eater. Heejin moved down your body and licked your still flaccid shaft for the first time, instantly turning it into a hard, throbbing, erected pole. You tugged her hair as you watched her lick it, groaning as she closed your eyes and delivered a tongue sweep of your tip. Heejin laughed as you reacted to it, repeating the move a few times before inserting it in her warm mouth, sucking it slowly while softly grabbing the base with her left hand. Her eyes full of lust looked at you as she now had both hands working her magic on your dick, using the right hand to stroke it hard while the left one still held the base.

Heejin now moved faster, turning a quick succession of blowjobs into her first deepthroat of your instrument. She had you on the edge from the start, continuing to rapidly suck it with little care if you were going to last for long. She treated your cock like a lollipop, making pop sounds as she put it in and out of her mouth and slapping it on her model-esque face and her sexy tongue. You couldn't resist her fast-paced blowjob for long as you started thrusting upwards to pound her throat. Heejin just took the hands of your cock and enjoyed your attempt to reach the depths of her mouth, trying to take as long as she could before inevitably gagging as she coughed on your penis.

Right after, Heejin gave you another smile and went back to her quick sucking ways before climbing on top of you while never keeping her hands out of your cock, stroking it fast and hard. Another fast and sloppy blowjob followed suit, and then you slowly guided her head in and out of your shaft, hearing the sexy popping noises every time her mouth pulled out of it. You gave her a pair of facefucks that made her cough once more before you too were competing to see who was faster: her hands stroking down your cock or your cock hitting Heejin up her mouth.

"I wanna ride your cock," Heejin whispered to your ear as she got it ready with hard strokes that had you throbbing harder than ever. You laid your back on the bed and watched her body cover the sun on top of you before moving to a straight position where she started grinding her entrance on your shaft. "Yeah, yeah," she softly moaned as her folds rubbed the sides of your pole. Heejin moaned the hardest when your tip hit her clit, as you held your cock firmly by the base for her to better grind on it, moving it a bit forward as she started going up, in such a way that once she went down, Heejin now had it fully inserted in her pussy.

"AHHHHHH," Heejin moaned beautifully as you filled her insides. Her ride was very slow, but she could take it deep from the start. Her moans after the first were soft and out of breath; her open mouth and closed eyes looked so visually pleasing as she bounced on your cock. "Oh, fuck, fuck. Oh God, you're so huge," she continued as she spread her legs and you ran your hands in her sexy thighs. At first, you just passively enjoyed it and let Heejin do all the work, moaning at each thrust, before joining in and pounding her from below as well. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," Heejin moaned quickly before she regained her composure and increased the speed of her ride.

"Yes, rub my clit, touch my pussy," she said as you reached your left hand into her genitals. Now Heejin's ride had reached a new level as your thumb poked her clit while she kept bouncing. "Harder," you asked her, leading to more rapid moans as she picked up the pace. Heejin put her hands on your chest and moved closer to you as you took the opportunity to kiss her while giving her pussy fast and hard poundings that quickly had her screaming, leading Heejin to react with a laugther as she coped with the sudden heat in her hole. She kept herself collected and switched to a slower pace, firmly scratching her nails on your chest and kissing you before going back to her original straightening position, keeping her body away from you and leaving you as just a spectator for her pleasure.

"Such a nice big cock; make me feel it deep," Heejin ordered in whispers as she continued to ride it. Her moans increased the tune; a few ahs were replaced by many yeses, and finally a loud "OHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKK" that she screamed as if she were singing a high note. You tried once again to take advantage of her and pounce, but she was ready and just moved a little forward to keep moving as if nothing had happened. You tried to put your hands on her neck, but that didn't slow her down at all, having the opposite effect as she made sure you would now groan at each bounce.

"OH MY GODDDDD," Heejin finally showed some vulnerability, and you were finally able to strike, hitting her cunt fast and deep as her mouth opened to the fullest with her body tilting towards your chest and her screaming her lungs out right at your left ear. Heejin clings to you as you grab her from behind, and you too have a romantic makeout. She switches sides as she now faces the beautiful Aegean Sea in the background. "Yes, please give me your cock," she demands, ready for a new round of riding, but not before you slap it multiple times on her thorbbing vaginal lips, playing hide and seek with your shaft, eventually resting it under her ass as she grinds her folds on it once more. She moans as your tip goes in and you spread her cheeks for another ride, starting slowly before you spank her ass and ask her to go harder.

Heejin obliges, and with her body fully lined up against yours, she furiously rides your dick, giving you no rest whatsoever. Heejin may be the goddess, but now she's the one worshipping your divine cock. "Come on, faster," you demand of her with a big spank in her ass. Heejin goes harder, bouncing on you like a maniac as you now grab her by the waist. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she screams the moment you put her ride to a halt and attack her cunt full speed, only stopping to slap her butt before you give her pussy another fast attack to the point your cock slips out of it. After this burst gets you tired, Heejin now tops you with her toes on top of her thighs, but you quickly answer back, making her cute little feet tremble as you shake her base. "DON'T STOP," she demands as you give her your biggest strike, making her skin red as she gets out of breath and recoupling herself with a slow and passionate ride aftewards as you suck her perky little tits.

"My clit yes, please," she says once again as you duck your hands under her entrance and fingers her with your penis still inside her stretched babyhole. "Yeah," Heejin moans as you circle around it, even touching your own shaft in the process. Your movements now increase as you make sure to stimulate the whole surface of her clitoris. The way she still manages to bounce on your dick makes it even hotter. Her pussy gets wetter as you increase the stimulation and attack her insides with your cock once again, just resting her head down in the bed as her cunt gets destroyed. Her ass gets slapped once more as you pull out of her and let her now take turns giving you a hot ride with her body tilted to her left before taking yet another massive pounding that makes her cheeks clap, spreading her ass as you strike once more and make her let out crying-esque moans.

Overwhelmed by your length, Heejin has to slow down. And wow, she really loves the cowgirl position, taking you once again on it, but this time in reverse, putting her hands on your belly as you look at her sexy back and soft ass, but not before doing her classic pole-grinding moves on your dick. "OHHHH," you groan. "AHHHH," she groans as your cock goes back inside her tight little slit. This time, Heejin goes for a very elongated ride, almost taking your cock completely out of her pussy at the top. "Slow and deep, slow and deep," she repeats to herself, already out of breath and giving out angelic moans each time she reaches the bottom of your massive member.

"Yes, rub my pussy just like that," Heejin demands as you return to stimulate her folds, catching her by surprise to the point your cock slips out of her hole, which Heejin quickly corrects. "Keep going, keep going; work your hands in my beautiful goddess pussy," she says. You give Heejin no rest, plowing her pussy fast with both hands now on her clit, spreading it wide open for the whole world to see as her juices coat your cock. Her clit is now harder than your dick, and her nipples are fully erect as she lets out more soft screams as you take her over the moon with your fast-paced poundings.

You pull out and keep teasing her erogenous zones, circling around her nipples and rubbing your tip on Heejin's throbbing clit before putting your cock back inside her. "Shit, yes, yes, yes," she says as you give her little pumps that hit her insides, before increasing the pace as you grab her legs. "Oh, you fuck me so good!" she exclaims, her little tits bouncing at each fucking. "Rub this pussy," you order her as she starts frenetically rubbing her clit. "Please make me cum," she says as her legs clench and she lacks the strength to continue riding before recomposing herself and taking it slowly, giving your tip a great treat as it hits the hood of your clit. Heejin changes her motion with long and deep bounces at moderate speed before you start clapping your balls hard in her entrance.

"Oh, please eat my pussy; just eat my pussy," she says as she sits it on your face with her hands on your belly. "Ride my face," you order her as Heejin starts to move, holding hands with you as you lick her hard-pounded cunt. "Good boy," she praises you as she goes down for the 69, taking it deep until she coughs and spits on your penis. You slap her ass a bit, as she now has her mouth full of your balls, going fast on your dick and slapping it on your tongue. You fuck her face hard on top of you, to which she laughs, as you now grab her perky tits as well. Heejin jerks off your cock more before she gives another order. "Please fuck my mouth," she says.

You grab Heejin's hair, tying it up so her beautiful face doesn't have anything standing between it and your big cock. You start slow as Heejin also bobs her head. It turns out her mouth isn't her pussy, as an upside-down Heejin coughs all over your cock and struggles to even take it halfway in. She tries to adjust, but a quick pounding already has saliva flying all over her mouth as she bubbles on your dick. Heejin tries to smile, but she is clearly overwhelmed, instead getting on her knees and gently jerking your cock as she gives you a cute kiss.

"Fuck me from behind," she tells you as you get out of bed. Her pussy looks very stretched out and extremely wet as you spread her cheeks. Like usual, you rub your thobbing tip on Heejin's similarly thobbing inner lips and insert it first just to tease her before pulling it out. It seems like the entire blood of Heejin's body now flows to her cunt, as just a simple touch in her vaginal area makes her moan. You continue to tease her with the tip-fucking, not committing your full length, as just a quarter of your cock inside makes her scream.

As Heejin lets out her first laugh in a while, you insert your cock halfway in, still giving her slow pumps. "Such a nice ass," you praise her bottom assets, still treating her pussy gently, especially in comparison to what you did early on. But you can't resist for long, inserting it fully back on Heejin's wet pussy, leading to another scream as she reaches peak sensitivity, closing her legs and pushing your cock out of her hole. Heejin now just closes her eyes, trying to stay on her knees as you slowly fuck her slit once again. But every deeper thrust makes her lose it. You grab her cheeks as you increase the pace before deciding to use no hands and getting into rhythm. Heejin puts her head on the bed and keeps her eyes closed. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," she rapdily repeats as you push harder, even squeaking a little.

You couldn't resist for long, now firmly grabbing Heejin's ass and clapping her cheeks. "Yes, yes, yes, please, please, please," she begs. Her small tits bounce a lot. At this point, you two were just exploring every possibility. As Heejin got a little less sensitive, she was now the one rocking her hips against your crotch, which ended up being bad for her as you just grabbed her butt and reasserted your dominance. "AHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed once more as her tits were once again jiggling. Heejin held your right hand as the fire continued to burn inside her pussy; she no longer had any strength to resist your advances, just clinting to you as you destroyed her cunt nonstop, and only AHs came out of her mouth now.

Heejin turned around and opened her legs for you to eat her out; her messy hair now had untied itself and hit her eyes. You lick her like ice cream, starting at her hole and going all the way up to her little trim, before diving into her clit and making her twist. Heejin put her right foot on your back to support herself as you continued to lick her before inserting a finger in her pussy and tasting it. Now you were tonguing her clit hard to the point where she squirted a little in your mouth. You increased the hit by adding a second finger while still licking it. Heejin fell weaker, pressing her foot harder against your back as your tongue turned her folds wetter for the final round.

"Breed me. Put a baby inside a goddess; I know you want it, she told you as she put her right leg up and you slowly fucked her in missionary. You put her right foot in your mouth as you went faster. Heejin fingered herself as she waited for your cum; her insides were extremely sensitive. "Fuck me like this," she asked you as you two kept going. Your thrusts got faster but shallower as you kissed her beautiful feet and rubbed her belly. Going faster, you put Heejin under a mating press, which she enjoyed a lot, meaning she was going to get inseminated the same way the whores from the many hentais she loves to read are. Despite that, she still managed to finger herself. "Give me your cum; give me your cum," she demanded as you groaned and got closer. "Cum in my pussy," she continued, as you eventually unleashed inside her womb with your cock balls deep in her, coating her insides with your sperm as some rolled out a little while you pulled out and teased her clit for one final time with your tip.

"Wow, I can't believe you came inside me," Heejin said. "I can't say no to a goddess," you said as you returned home. The following day, you went back to the lodge but found it empty. It turns out Heejin and her ARTMS groupmates had already flown back to Korea.

Meanwhile, on the plane...

"Heejin, are you okay?" Haseul asked, sensing her groupmate's sickness. "Sorry, I'm a little sick. I think I drank too much last night when we went out," Heejin replied as she barely had time to finish her sentence, unhooking her seatbelt and rushing to the plane's bathroom, where she threw up the food she had just eaten.

#heejin smut #artms smut #girl group smut #female idol smut #kpop smut

[intuitively-her]

(Knight of pentacles, 6 of wands, 5 of swords rx, Queen of swords rx, Strength rx, 10 of wands, The Lovers rx, The Moon, 8 of swords rx, Judgement)

You're taking your power back and making your dreams come true. This year will be very rewarding for you. You've been putting in endless work, and your spirit guides/ancestors can see this. You will allow yourself to be more vulnerable and ask others for help, especially at work. You're putting your ego to rest and doing what's needed for you. Someone here may start going to therapy. You're finally starting to realize that you don't have to carry life's burdens on your own. You're leaving behind petty issues and distractions that have been holding you back. Self-love is the theme for you this year. Doing less of what you want, and more of what you need. You will spend more time discovering yourself and figuring out what you truly want out of a relationship. This year, you will step into your divine feminine/masculine energy and become a softer version of yourself.

☎️Angel messages: Helpful people, Opportunity, Get more information

(Knight of wands, Knight of pentacles, Knight of cups, The Magician, 5 of wands, Death rx, 8 of wands rx, 6 of cups)

This year, you'll be living large and taking charge! You're going after what you want. Someone here will start a new job soon. Or you're switching career fields. This is the perfect time. You could be starting a new project, or you're finishing one. Expect a successful outcome from this. Someone here could have an online business, or you could be a content creator. This year will push you out of your comfort zone in so many ways. Someone here will take a solo trip somewhere. I heard "bungee jumping" lol. Someone here will have to do a public speech for a big event, or a performance. You will put yourself out into the dating world again. I see you having fun on dates and not taking anything too seriously. This year is going to make you slow down and live in the moment.

☎️Angel messages: Caution is warranted. Look deeper into this situation before pertaining further. Yoga and exercise are essential to your well-being, peace of mind, and spiritual growth at this time. You have a special bond with animals. Your pets on Earth and in heaven are watched over by angles.

(Queen of pentacles, 10 of pentacles, Queen of swords, Page of swords, 6 of cups, The Emperor, Ace of swords, 7 of swords, Judgement rx)

This year will be very abundant. There's a lot of big wins in store for you. Someone here is getting a promotion at work. You should play the lottery more often this year. Luck is on your side. Someone here could be getting their own apartment/house. Or you could be redecorating your home. You're finally receiving what you've envisioned and dreamed for. Someone here creates vision boards to help them manifest. You will tend to your inner child a lot more this year. Doing the things that you've always wanted to do. Someone will go to an amusement park. Or you've been wanting to. It would benefit you to reflect on your childhood and do some of the things that you did for fun back then. Arts and crafts? Scrapbooking? You might make a drastic change to your appearance this year. I see someone here changing their style completely. New hair/makeup? This year will teach you to stand up for yourself and what you believe in. Be careful not to self-sabotage a good opportunity for yourself. Know that you deserve good things!

☎️Angel messages: Trust, Big & Happy changes, Ask for help from others

(The Sun, 3 of wands rx, 3 of cups rx, King of wands rx, Ace of swords, 7 of cups rx, The Fool, 2 of pentacles, 8 of pentacles, The Star)

This year will be a reality check. It seems like you've been feeling unmotivated, or you're not as productive as you could be. There will be some obstacles and disruptions thrown at you this year. This is all to make you see the bigger picture in situations. For some, you can be naive at times, and this causes you to set impossible expectations for yourself/others. And then when those expectations can't be met, you act like it's the end of the world. That needs to change.🤷🏽‍♀️ You will spend more time alone this year. This is needed for your growth. You'll learn to balance your life and become more adaptable to new ways of being. Heavy on the self-improvement. This year is going to test your faith in many ways. Someone here will start a diet routine or get back into the gym. Someone here could be working on starting a new business. Family business? You will gain more recognition as the year goes on. The more you focus on yourself and mind your business, the more attention you gain from others.

☎️Angel messages: Forgiveness, Reconsider, Communicate clearly, Recovery

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[in1-nutshell]

Bot Buddy being Arcee's old partner who fell into the ice

The alternative title of this was Bot buddy being Arcee's old partner who pulled a Skyfire.

SFW, Platonic, Cybertronian reader

TFP

Buddy was Arcee’s last partner after Tailgate, but before Cliffjumper.

Buddy had already known Arcee from other missions and got along well with her.

Arcee was already considering Buddy as her new partner. She felt as if she was slowly letting go of the pain from Tailgate’s passing. A start of a new beginning.

“Another successful mission if I do say so myself.”--Buddy

“Don’t celebrate just yet Buddy, we still aren’t in the clear yet.”--Arcee

“Arcee, sometimes you gotta focus on the little wins in life.”--Buddy

“I’ll celebrate when we are safe.”--Arcee

“Not even a little bit?”--Buddy

“No.”--Arcee

“Love the optimism ‘Cee. Just a big ball of sunshine you are.”--Buddy

Until Buddy was sent on that solo mission.

They were supposed to look at a planet that could possibly contain some energon. It could prove to be a huge turning point in the war.

“I don’t like this.”--Arcee

“You don’t like it when Cliff’ makes jokes on missions.”--Buddy

“You know why.”--Arcee

“It’s just a recon mission ‘Cee. A quick in and out. We aren’t even going to land on the planet.”--Buddy

“Still…”--Arcee

“If I see a shard of energon on the planet I’ll save one for ya.”--Buddy

“Don’t do that.”--Arcee

“Too late, I’ve made up my mind.”--Buddy

“Never could change your mind anyways, huh.”--Arcee

“Don’t worry so much, I’ll be back before you know it!”--Buddy

“… Okay…”--Arcee

“See was that so hard? I gotta start heading out, you take care okay?”--Buddy

“You’re the one who needs to take care, I wont be there to catch your behind when you trip over your own pede.”--Arcee

“Ha! See ya on the flipside ‘Cee!”--Buddy

“See you soon Buddy!”--Arcee

Buddy wasn’t seen after they left on that shuttle.

Arcee was distraught hearing that they went MIA. She had tried to get information on what their mission was, maybe a way to reach them, but thanks to a Decepticon ambush the data was destroyed.

Arcee had to face it.

Buddy wasn’t coming back.

Time skip everyone is on Earth.

Arcee had gotten picked to go on another Antarctic mission.

She despised the place so much after nearly dying there.

But luckily, she was going with Bulkhead and Bumblebee, and they had triple checked that the comms and groundbridge were working before they left the base.

So, the three of them are scouting around after Ratchet found an energon signature after the last failed Decepticon mining incident.

Arcee just wants an in and out.

“I think that’s a wrap.”--Arcee

“Beep bep bop beep (Good, there some frost forming on my chassis.)”--Bumblebee

“Hang on my wrecking ball is a little bit stuck. Hang on a second.”--Bulkhead

RIP!

CRASH!

“BBEE— (AAAHH--)"--Bumblebee

Muffled beeping noises.

“Quiet!”--Bulkhead

Angry beeping noises.

Bulkhead accidentally caused some of the ice from a nearby iceberg to crumble and they notice a servo sticking out.

Arcee decided to be the brave one and went out to inspect their new findings.

At first, she thinks that it’s just someone’s cut off servo. But then they notice that there is a body attached to it.

She quickly comms in the base telling them what they had found. Optimus gives the clear to bring the bot to the base. After much effort, the three of them mange to cut out the block of ice that the body was held in and pushed it into the groundbridge.

Everyone, especially the kids, are a bit in awe at the body in ice.

Arcee is a bit weary in bringing the body in without knowing what or who it is.

It takes a long time for the ice to melt around the body.

“Why not cut the poor bot from the ice?”--Miko

“It could cause more damage if we do that!”--Ratchet

“So, we have to wait till it melts then?”--Miko

“Yes.”--Ratchet

“All right then, Raf!”--Miko

“What?”--Raf

“Grab the hair dryers.”--Miko

Arcee feels weird seeing some of the kibble beginning to show after a few days have passed. She feels like she has seen this bot before.

Arcee is out with Wheeljack when they get the news that the bot had come online and burst the ice they were in. The two immediately come back to the base and are ready for a fight.

“Freeze!”--Wheeljack

“Now’s not the time for puns—”--Arcee

Buddy kneeling on the ground poking Jack’s hair.

“I guess we didn’t have nothing to worry about, huh Arcee.”--Wheeljack

“…”--Arcee

“Hello there little one.”--Buddy

“Umm… hi?”--Jack

“What’s your name?”--Buddy

“Jack. And your name?”--Jack

“Oh! Its—”--Buddy

“Buddy?”--Arcee

“Yeah—wait who said that?”--Buddy

“Buddy!”--Arcee

“Arcee!?”--Buddy

A sudden wave of doubt came over her, what if this was a copy cat like Makeshift. She quickly raises the weapon again and aims it right at Buddy’s helm.

“Woah! Woah! Woah! Arcee!”--Buddy

“If you’re the real Buddy then how did we celebrate our last mission?”--Arcee

“Celebrate? Arcee we didn’t celebrate anything. You didn’t want to so we could go see—”--Buddy

“Oh, Primus it’s you! You’re okay!”--Arcee

“Of course? Why wouldn’t I be?”--Buddy

SLAM!

“Arcee? Are you—”--Buddy

Arcee holding Buddy in a tight hug.

“You know what, I’ll ask later.”--Buddy

Arcee finished the hug and turned to introduce the team to Buddy.

Arcee asks Buddy what happened to them. Buddy responded that their ship had gotten damaged on the way to the planet, and they fell off trying to repair it and was buried in ice.

Arcee brings it on herself to catch Buddy up with everything.

Buddy is mainly confused on the Earth stuff but promises to learn everything.

As they get adjusted to earth and the team, Arcee has made it clear that if you mess with Buddy you are messing with her.

Primus forbid that Arachnid finds out Buddy is alive.

Arcee will try and get Buddy house arrest.

“Arcee no--”--Buddy

“She is around here somewhere… I can feel it.”--Arcee

“So—”--Buddy

“Back to base.”--Arcee

“But—”--Buddy

“No.”--Arcee

“How—”--Buddy

“No.”--Arcee

Buddy is now the sub guardian of Jack if their altmode allows it.

Arcee gets antsy if Buddy is out for too long.

But together they become a deadly duo after all.

Secretly they make up battle moves during training.

#transformers #transformers x reader #maccadam #tfp #bot buddy #tfp x reader #tfp arcee

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‘It Was Fun to Be Wanted by Someone Like Elvis Presley’: An Interview With Darlene Love

The gifted singer reflects on Elvis’s collaborative presence and his relationship to gospel music

by MICHAEL MUSTO August 7, 2018

The swaggering real-life Jeff Koons statue named Elvis Presley is hot again. Eugene Jarecki’s June-released documentary The King involves a road trip taken in Elvis’s old Rolls to survey his impact on the culture and determine that the American dream the singer represented is officially dead. (But oh, when it lasted!) Even darker is the film’s exploration of Presley’s appropriation of African-American culture, covering songs like “Hound Dog” — originally a non-hit for the brilliant Big Mama Thornton — and making them rock and sell. For singers like Thornton, the American dream never existed.

Enter powerhouse singer Darlene Love, who is represented on another new project, Where No One Stands Alone, a fourteen-track compilation of Elvis’s gospel work due out August 10 on RCA/Legacy. The L.A.-born minister’s daughter started singing in the church choir at ten, on the road to being scooped up by producer Phil Spector to belt hits like “He’s a Rebel,” “Today I Met The Boy I’m Gonna Marry,” and “Christmas (Baby,Please Come Home).” The lead voice of such groups as the Blossoms and Bob B. Soxx & the Blue Jeans, Love ended up working as a maid in the Eighties, but when she heard one of her old hits on the radio while she was scrubbing, it inspired her to get back into performing full-time. Her appearance in the Oscar-winning 2013 documentary 20 Feet From Stardom was memorable, especially when it addressed the way Spector promised her a solo career, but gave other singers credit for her work.

I recently talked to Darlene about her backup singing for Elvis, and how she feels about the King’s relationship to the music he both co-opted and celebrated.

Hi, Darlene. What is some of the gospel work you did with Elvis?

There is “Let Us Pray,” the one from the movie we did with Elvis, Change of Habit. That was his last film.

It was in 1969, with Elvis as a doctor and Mary Tyler Moore as a nun.

We, the Blossoms, are in the first scene. And we were in his 1968 comeback special [Singer Presents … ELVIS].

His new gospel compilation album should be quite interesting.

They [recently] had me do some fill-ins, what we call ad libs, throughout the album to make it sound more gospel. I haven’t heard it yet. Hopefully it’s a wonderful thing.

Elvis went to church and listened to gospel singers to soak up what they did, right? 

Even today, it’s more mixed than it was in the Fifties and Sixties. Whites and blacks didn’t go to church together back then. What Elvis told me he would do — we had night service on Sunday night when we did what we called “praise songs.” A lot of them were songs he loved, what we called “hymn songs.”

We didn’t have air conditioners. We had pushup windows, with a little rope. Elvis said he would stand outside the church rather than going in, because they didn’t think black and white should be in the same churches together. He said he would listen through the windows. It gave him such a thrill. It’s a big difference between the way blacks sang gospel and the way whites sang gospel.

Do you feel he was dedicated to the music or he was just taking it for himself? 

I found out years later, when we were doing the comeback special, that his mother’s favorite music was gospel. He would always sing gospel around her. I think if he could have had a big career in gospel music, that’s where he would have been. But you can always make more money off secular hits. Elvis had 10 or 15,000 people come to his shows to see him. Today, they have mega churches that hold 25,000, but back then, you were doing great if you had 500 people.

I bet they have air conditioning now.

Oh, lord, yes. [Laughs] I lived in Texas for five years as a young kid with my father, and it was so hot we couldn’t even breathe. There was no air conditioning in church or the house. What a difference it makes to have a cool ensemble. You still sweat because of the energy, but back then, we were soaking wet, when we sang in church.

I love gospel music. If I had a calling — meaning from the Lord — just to sing gospel, I would have, but the secular music got to more people. I bet a lot of secular singers like Sam Cooke and Aretha Franklin felt the same way. They never paid us no money. “Do it unto the Lord.” “OK.” [Laughs] We would drive to the gigs and they’d give you an offering — gas money. They were hardly giving us a whole lot of money. But it was worth it, every penny of it. It was a wonderful experience singing gospel.

But was Elvis appropriating the music, or that’s just the way it was?

That’s just the way it was. A lot of people think a white person is copying the black person. He just loved the music and he was singing it the way he felt. He sang “Hound Dog” completely different than Mama Thornton. [Elvis’s version was rock, whereas Thornton’s was blues.] Even today, they take secular music and put it in gospel, and vice versa. You know, Elvis won three Grammys, and they were all for gospel records. 

What were your experiences like with Elvis?

One time, Elvis decided we’d all go to the movies. He bought this theater out that night.

What did you watch — Change of Habit?

Don’t even ask me. I don’t remember. [Laughs] We had a lot of free time when we were recording and when we were making the movie. That’s when the Blossoms and myself got a chance to know the gospel side of Elvis. He’d want to know the songs we knew. He’d get his guitar and say, “You know this song?” “Yes, we grew up on it.” He’d say, “Let’s do it.”

Was he funny or serious?

He was funny and he was serious sometimes. If he didn’t think he was doing great, he’d say, “Hey, girls, how’m I doing?” He was very, very funny. I call it that “country funny.” He would do his moves in the studio the way he was gonna do them onstage. It made it easy to be around him, but sometimes it was not easy because his bodyguards were keeping people from him. He wanted to be with the Blossoms, where he could pull out his guitar. We’d say, “We think you’d better go. You’re gonna get us in trouble.” We’d never forget, because he’d be giving us his personal time.

You’d just be hanging out and singing?

Yes! Whatever song he knew — “Amazing Grace” or “River of Jordan” or “Heaven Is a Wonderful Place” or “Sweet Hour of Prayer.” We called them hymns of the church. There was another one called “Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior.” The Blossoms were known for their harmony. We’d harmonize with him. There’s something we had with Elvis that others didn’t have. It was fun to be wanted by someone like Elvis Presley.

He had tremendous respect for you.

Yes, he did. That was great. I always say he left us way too soon. He is where I plan to go one day, so I’ll see him again.

You were all rather young and great-looking. Was there any sexual tension in the air? 

There was. It could have been. But I was too scared to do anything.

You fool! [Laughs] Kidding. You wanted to keep it professional.

And I definitely did. Something about dating someone you’re working for, it takes away from that. “I know he’s never gonna look at me the same after this.” [Laughs] He’d start playing with me. He’d tap you on the shoulder or do a hip shake, and me and Elvis knew what that meant.

Flirting?

Yeah, I think so, and I think it showed his human side. I wasn’t bad-looking — and I was thin, too. [Laughs] He wanted to take out time and be around us. The reason we sang on his ’68 comeback special is he was the one that insisted that the Blossoms sing in the music section of the show.

So Elvis treated you better than Phil Spector did?

Oh my God, I’d say so.

That’s an easy one.

That’s a real easy one. Phil took advantage of me and my talent. With Elvis, he wanted us to work, and we got paid well. It wasn’t like Phil Spector cracking the whip and us running around!

#elvis presley #darlene love #black women

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The Three Of Us (Alex Morgan x reader)

A/N: It has been 6 months since i last posted an Alex Morgan fic. I hope you enjoy!

“Let’s have a baby” Alex peppers kisses starting from your ear lobe before working her way down. 

By now she knew the moment you were the most open, relaxed and honest was during sex. 

Upon hearing those words you felt like you were stuck in a time loop. What is it they say is the definition of insanity ‘doing the same thing over again and expecting different results’ well that is what this is. Alex sees a family on your morning walk and within ten minutes you are getting questioned on your future or when she saw how one of the opposition’s players celebrated their game by playing with their child on the pitch “that could be us” she said.

“Really? You want to have this conversation now” you push her off you, what this was leading to is now the last thing on your mind.

“I don’t understand you. You are amazing with children and they love you. Why don’t you want one of you own? Why don’t you want one with me?” 

You breathe a sigh of frustration. Alex knew exactly what she was doing by asking you this but what angers you more is that she already knew the answer. 

“Alex, we have talked about this” you bury your head in your hands on the side of the bed “I do want children just not yet. I want to live my life for me. I want to travel the world and make memories with you. We have our careers, I play in Portland and you are in Orlando. I have things I want to achieve. It would be wrong for me to bring a child into this world when I cannot make it my number 1 priority”

“Y/N it’s easy for you to say that, you are younger than me. My body is on a timer and I’m running out of time.” Alex begins to explain. 

“What are you saying?” You ask. 

“It is clear we are at different points in our lives. We want different things”

“I want you Alex why isn’t this enough?” You stand and begin pacing the room. 

“I’m sorry Y/N” Alex makes her way to the door “these past 6 years have been the happiest of my life and I can never thank you enough for that but I’m ready for the next chapter in my life and it’s clear you are not” 

You spent the rest of your off season travelling just like how you and Alex planned only now it was a solo trip. You used the time alone to think about what you wanted in life. For many years the first thing that came to mind was Alex now that wasn’t an option so you chose to focus on your career. 

Before the season started you had national camp and the SheBelieves to win. When you stand in reception your eyes scan the room for one person in particular but you cannot see her. It was the first time in a very long time that you wouldn’t be sharing with Alex but you welcomed the change. 

After being assigned rooms, the team go their separate ways to unpack. As luck had it you were sharing with Christen. 

“Have you seen Alex?” You ask whilst in the bathroom. 

At first you don’t think Christen has heard you so you go back into the bedroom and repeat your question. 

“Ermm” Christen hesitates “she is injured” 

“Is she ok?” You try not to sound overly concerned but deep down you were worried. 

“I think so” 

When you get to the meeting room you take a seat near Kelley and you try to call Alex but she doesn’t pick up, you try again, still no answer. You don’t think anything of it at first then you see Kelley’s phone go off and Alex’s photo appears on her screen.

“Can you give us a moment Y/N?” Kelley says asking for privacy. 

“What?” You reply. 

“I need to speak to Alex” Kelley adds. 

This only adds to your frustration. It hurt to see the two of them clearly not want you to be apart of their conversation. You wished that the break up wouldn’t affect the team but clearly Alex got Kelley in the separation. 

“Then take the call elsewhere. This is a room for the players who are attending camp and the meeting is about to start” you keep your gaze forward. You let your voice tell them how mad you are because if they saw your face they would see how hurt you are. 

The players around you watch the interaction between the two of you and knowing what they do, they cannot help but feel bad for you and worry about what is to come. 

*****************

A week later and things aren’t getting easier. No matter how hard you tried to brush it off you could feel a block between you and the rest of the team. Most of them were avoiding you one on one whilst Pinoe wouldn’t leave you alone, she was trying too hard. 

You decide one night to do an extra training session. As you stand there with a football at your feet it’s as if your problems no longer exist. This is what football did for you. It gave you an escape. 

You run drills, take freekicks and penalties until the sun sets. When you feel fatigue setting in you know that it is time to call it a day. 

You check the make shift food hall, it’s empty and so are the tv rooms. The team must have gone out for something to eat. You couldn’t be mad that they hadn’t invited you, after all you told Christen that you wouldn’t back till later.  

When you get to your the room you are about to swipe your key card when you see the door is open and you hear voices inside.  

“She has a right to know” 

“It’s creating a divide in the team and Alex isn’t even here”

“Everyone in this room is lying to her and I won’t do it anymore” 

You knew something was going on but hearing that they have been lying to you about something, this you didn’t expect. 

“We can’t tell her. Alex asked us not to. She wants to be the one to do it” 

“Alex wants to tell me what?” You say from the doorway. 

The rate in which their head turns in your direction, some could have got whiplash. 

“How long have you been standing there?” Kelley asks. 

Answering a question with a question. Classic form of avoidance but you weren’t letting her off that easy. 

“Alex wants to tell me what?” You repeat yourself but the words are sharper as you walk closer to the defender. 

“We can’t” Kelley mumbles.

“Then we are done. All of us. You want to keep a secret from me, I can’t stop you but I can limit the amount of time I see you. Now all of you, get out of my room. Now” 

You point to the door and they all leave, one by one. 

“Do you know what they are talking about?” You ask Christen. 

The look on her face gives you the answer you need but you want to hear her say it. 

“She asked us not to tell you” this was the forward’s defence. 

“Then the only reason why you are still in this room is because you were assigned it. If it was up to me then you would have left with the others”

Christen stands there as her words fail her. What was she suppose to say? What could she do to reassure you that she hated keeping this from you. 

**************

Days pass and you don’t speak unless spoken to and even then is it minimal.

“Y/N” Tobin approaches you in the gym. 

“Go away Tobs” you say as you continue to run on the treadmill. 

“You know you can’t actually run away from your problems” she tries to make a joke but your face remains stale. 

You stop the treadmill and walk towards her. 

“I’m not running away from the problem because I don’t know what it is. None of you will tell me” 

“We can’t” Tobin says “Alex wants to be the one tell you” 

“Alex isn’t here. She won’t take my calls. She seems happy enough to tell all of you about this thing but she won’t tell me, the woman who has spent the past 5 years loving her”

Once you’re out of earshot Tobin makes a phone call. 

“Yes, you were right, she was in the gym” 

“No, she has just left so she’ll be on her way to you” 

“Just be careful with her Alex”

You make your way to your room, passing players as you do so. None of them say anything but you can feel their eyes burning holes into your head as you pass by them. When they think you aren’t listening you hear them whispering. It gave you an uneasy feeling in your gut. 

When you get to your room you hear Christen talking to someone. 

“Just be honest with her” your room mate days. 

“I don’t know if I can”

Alex

“I hate to say it but you don’t have a choice. You either tell her now or let her find out on her own which by the looks of things won’t take her long” 

You know you shouldn’t eavesdrop but they are in your room. Are you really doing anything wrong?

“She’ll never forgive me. When I tell her I’m pregnant there’s no hope for us” 

“What did you just say?” You make your presence known. 

“Y/N” the look on Alex’s face when she sees you is priceless. 

Christen doesn’t say anything. Instead she gives you the room. 

“Let me explain” 

“You’re pregnant?” You know you heard her correctly but seeing her from a closer view, her swollen stomach confirms what you heard. 

What confuses you is the size of her stomach. You are a football player, not a doctor but it is big. 

Alex sees you thinking and she knows the conclusion you are about to come to. 

“Wait, how far a long are you?” You ask. 

Alex mumbles something but you don’t hear her so you ask her to repeat herself. 

“Y/N” once again she says only your name. The way she says it sounds like she is asking for forgiveness before she even apologises. 

“Answer the question Alex” you stand your ground. 

When Alex takes a couple of steps towards you, you take a few steps back. 

“Stay there please” you ask. 

You know that if Alex gets close enough to you she will reach for you hand and you will unravel under her touch. 

“Please answer my question Alex. How far along are you?” 

 “4 months” 

One number. One word. It breaks you heart more than when Alex broke up with you. 

“No. You can’t be” you take more steps back as a way of putting as much distance between you and Alex as possible. “That means”

“Y/N let me explain”

“No. If you are 4 months along it means you were pregnant before we broke up. You were pregnant when I told you I wasn’t ready to be a mother. I really meant nothing to you?”

“Y/N you—“

“I never wanted you to be in a position to choose between me and wanting to to be a mother. I guess now you don’t have to” 

“Y/N that’s not what I wanted” 

“You’ll make great mother Alex” 

You leave the room and go straight to Tobin’s room because you know that is where Christen will be. 

As your knuckles bang on the door you feel you nose tingle and tears brim your eyes. Your chest tightens and the enormity of what just happened hits you like a ton of bricks. 

“Y/N I’m so sorry” Christen says. 

You all but collapse in her arms as she opens the door. 

Without letting you go Christen leads you to the bed. You immediately cuddle into her side as you let your tears fall. 

“Go see Alex” Christen mouths to Tobin. 

When the two of you are alone Christen asks you what happened. 

“She’s pregnant but you already know don’t you? That is what everyone has been hiding from me?”

Christen knows that her answer won’t make this any better so she stays quiet whilst slowly stroking your hair. 

“She is 4 months pregnant. She did it when we were together. She never cared about me” 

“Y/N that’s not true, Alex loves you with her whole heart.” Christen says confidently. 

If there was one thing anyone who ever saw you and Alex together knew, it was that the love you have for each other is unconditional. 

“She doesn’t but that’s ok, she doesn’t need to anymore. She has her family and she will be an amazing mom I know it”

Christen was in awe of how you spoke. You are the most selfless person she has ever met. Even now when you heart has been broken again, you would let Alex go if it meant she got to be happy. 

“Are you really going to let her go?” Christen asks you. 

“She’s already gone Chris” you admired defeat “she had already left when she was stood in front of me asking if I wanted children. She asked me this whilst knowing she was already pregnant” 

“And you’re not ready for this? Are you sure or are you scared?”

“Chris, in a few months time she will have a baby. The thought of been a mother in 3 years time scares me”

“So it is because you’re scared not because you don’t want a baby” Chris continues to push you on the topic. 

“I really don’t want to talk about it. Can we just lay here?” You ask. 

“Of course. Do you want to hear about how Tobin broke Channing’s arm?” 

Christen tells you the story but she isn’t even half way through when she feels your breathing even out. When she looks down your eyes are closed confirming her suspicions that you had fallen asleep. 

***************

When you wake up the next morning, you find yourself alone in the hotel room. You see a note of the bedside table. 

You looked so peaceful and I thought you could use the sleep. I have gone for breakfast, come down when you’re ready. 

P.S breakfast ends at 10am. 

You take a quick glance at the clock, 9:30. You mange to get a shower and ready for the day in ten minutes. You are about to leave the room when you are reminded of last nights events. When you look in the mirror you know you don’t look great. Despite the extra time in bed, your eyes are still red and puffy. 

When you get to the food hall you see a spare seat next the Christen and you know it isn’t a coincidence. As you take a seat Christen hands you a cup of coffee. 

You can feel everyone’s eyes on you. It is clear that they know you know. As you look around you make eye contact with every player on the team and they look at you the same way, with pity. 

You push your chair out then stand on it. 

“Can I have everyone’s attention?” You ask. 

What you are just now realising is that Alex isn’t only sitting at your table but she sitting directly opposite you. She sends you a weak smile but you can only shake you head. 

“The past couple of days you have been keeping something from me and it hurt. It hurt to see my friends, some of you my best friends, choose to keep me in the dark about this but I don’t care anymore. Alex asked you not to say anything and you respected her wishes. Now I ask you to do the same thing for me, I wish to move on and not talk about this topic any more. Can you do that?” You ask. 

You receive a mixture of responses but they are all in agreement. 

“Are you ok?” Christen asks as you retake your place at the table 

“No. I’m far from it” you reply was honest because you didn’t have the energy in you to lie. 

As you finish your sentence you see Alex watching you. The worry on her face is evident but you refuse to have sympathy for her considering that she is to blame for your current state of mind. 

The longer you look at her the further away she feels but you keep eye contact. The intensity of the stare gains the attention of those around you and they can do nothing but watch the two of you hoping that nothing too extreme happens. You watch as Alex’s hand goes to her stomach and a small smile tugs at her lips, seeing this brings you to tears but you can’t look away. You feel a single tear on your cheek, you let it fall and soon feel another one follows in suit. You flinch when you feel Christen’s hand on your thigh.

“Y/N lets—“

she gets cut off when a member of the media team approaches you.

“Y/N Vlatko has said to come and get you. You have media duties this morning” 

You mentally scold yourself, forgetting about the media that has been scheduled.

“She can’t do it, look at her” Alex says as she comes to your defence.

“I’m not yours to worry about anymore Alex” 

You stand and are about to leave when Christen grabs your hand.

“She’s right Y/N I don’t think it is best for you to go in front the media right now” Christen joins Alex’s cause.

“I’ll be fine Chris. It’s not like they are going to ask me how I feel about my ex showing up to camp pregnant after we broke up or maybe they might, did you tell anyone else before you told me or more accurately before i was told?” 

You turn to Alex with a wicked look in your eye.

********************

A couple of months later, Portland are playing Orlando and for the first time since before the break up you find yourself back in the sunshine state.

“How does it feel been back here?” Lynsey asks you.

“Like i’m suppose to be sneaking out to spend the night at her house” you reply as you look out at the city view from the hotel room.

You go quiet and Lynsey knows that even though you are looking at the city, you are deep in your head. Since that camp you have been closed off, not in a ignorant way, you have still be spending time with the team but you’re not the Y/N they once knew. 

“She’ll be at the game. Are you ready to see her?” 

“I have come to realisation that I will have to see her, I will have to play with her and i’m ok with that”

“No you’re not”

“No I’m not but it sounded very mature didn’t it?”

The next day you beat Orlando 5-1, a result that came as a surprise to no one. You and some of of the Portland girls decide to stay another night and go to Disneyland on your day off the next day.

The other girls, along with Ash and Ali, decide to go out for a meal but you tell them you are too sore. It was a lie, you knew it and they knew it but they let you off regardless.

You walk the streets of Orlando and a highlight reel of your’s and Alex’s relationship plays on a loop in your head. You are so caught up in the past that you almost don’t hear your phone go off.

Looking down you expected it to be Sonnet who told you she would tell you the dessert list in case you wanted one bringing back.

“Sonny, let me guess they have red velvet cheesecake and you want to know if I want one slice or two?” 

The line is quiet but you can hear someone breathing heavily.

“Y/N” it was Alex.

You freeze upon hearing her voice.

“Y/N something is wrong with the baby” 

Her words instil a level of fear you have never experienced before.

“I need you Y/N” 

In that moment you couldn’t care less about the past or the hurt that Alex has caused you. All you cared about was her and the baby.

You take in your surroundings, you weren’t far from Alex’s house so decide to run there instead of waiting for a taxi knowing that it would be quicker.

“Alex” you don’t bother knocking as you enter the house you once called a home “Alex i’m here, where are you?” you call out.

You do a quick sweep of the downstairs before running upstairs.

“Alex!” you call her again.

“B-b-bedroom” She only just manages to reply.

Once in the master bedroom you see Alex on her side hugging her stomach, the size of it catches you off guard, it really has popped since you last saw her.

“You came” Alex says in disbelief.

“I promised you I would always be there if need me and I never plan on breaking it” you sit on the edge of the bed “Tell me where it hurts?” 

As soon as you ask the question you realise how stupid you must sound. You know where it hurts and you have no idea what to do.

“Y/N” Alex says and even though she is in pain she still manages to give you a look which says what do you think.

“Right, stomach, baby” you take a deep breathe as you try to pull yourself together. “Let’s get you to the hospital, i’ll drive”

Again this earns you the look.

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m trying my hardest here”

You carry Alex bridal style to car and drive to the hospital but not before sending a text to your national team mates asking them to meet you there.

Once through the doors, the doctors take Alex and ask you to wait in the waiting room. It’s not long after that the girls arrive. They ask you what happened but you don’t have the answer.

“You’re telling us its a coincidence that this happens the night you are in town. The night you tell us that you don’t want to come out with us” Ash says.

Her accusation is clear and while you know you did nothing purpose you can’t help but think you could have had something to do with it. Alex never turned up at the soccer game, was it because she didn’t want to see you? Was she stressed about having to face you? Was Ash right, was this your fault?

When the doctor comes out she asks for the family of Alex Morgan and everyone but you stand.

You can over hear the doctor tell them that both Mother and baby are doing well, after that you zone out, you had heard all you needed to but when you see ash turn to you with a scowl of her face and shake of her head you know that it must have been your fault.

“She’s allowed visitors, are you coming?” Tobin asks you.

“No, I can’t” 

Tobin sits with you for a few minutes until she knows you are a little calmer.

“Where’s Y/N?” Alex asks when Tobin enters the hospital.

“She isn’t coming in” the forward replies.

“I thought for a moment she still cared. When I looked at her it was like my Y/N was looking back but I guess not” Alex doesn’t try to hide the hurt in voice and even if she did, her face would give it away.

She watches as her friends all look at each other, it’s as if they are having conversation between each other without talking.

Alex has enough when she sees Sonnet whispering something in Lynsey’s ear and the forward shakes her head.

“What aren’t you telling me?” Alex says.

The sound of the heart rate monitors rapidly increases as Alex begins to worry.

“Alex you need to calm down. It’s not good for you or the baby” Ali says.

Alex closes her eyes as she focuses on her breathing knowing that her friend is right.

“Ash made Y/N think that this is all her fault. That she caused, well whatever happened to you, to happen” Sonnet spits out.

Although Alex wasn’t sure what caused this, she knew it wasn’t you. She knew that if not for you then it could have been a lot worse. She looks at the goalkeeper who funnily enough cannot bring herself to look at her friend.

“Get out” Alex tells her “Now”

Ash is about to argue but Alex cuts her off.

“I would like all of you to leave. I need to rest and I thinks it’s better if I do that alone” 

The girls do as they are told, knowing that arguing with a pregnant woman never ends well.

Hours pass and Alex’s thoughts are all about you. She knew that once Ash planted the seed of fault that you would believe her and that as time passed you would only feel more guilty.

She presses the button on the remote which calls for a nurse.

“Yes Miss Morgan” 

“Is there a woman out there. Tall, rather muscly”

“Looks like a soccer player?” The nurse playfully asks and Alex nods.

“I take it you’re talking about Y/N Y/L/N?” 

Alex nods again.

“She is out there. She hasn’t moved since she brought you in but I think she is trying to drink our coffee machine dry” the nurse jokes.

That sounds like the Y/N Alex knows.

“Will you please ask her to come in? I know she doesn’t want to but I really need to see her” 

“She does want to come in Miss Morgan. Before your friends got here I watched her walk towards that door and go back to her seat so many times I lost count” 

The nurse leaves the room and Alex waits in anticipation. Her eyes dart to the door whenever she hears foot steps close by. 

“I don’t like her” you say as you lean against the threshold. 

“I heard that” the woman shouts from the nurse’s station. 

“I don’t care” 

Alex only laughs at your childish response. 

“What did she say?” Alex says hoping to avoid the elephant in the room. 

“Nothing that wasn’t true”  you admit as you sit in the seat beside Alex. 

“You never did like the truth” 

“I like it better than lies” you pause and instantly regret what you’ve said “I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t want to cause any more damage” 

You rest your elbows on your knees as you bury you head in your hands. The sound of the machine Alex is hooked up to only makes your guilt worse. 

“It wasn’t your fault Y/N and Ash had no right to tell you otherwise. According to the doctors I wasn’t resting enough and this was the baby’s way of telling me to slow down”

As she mentions the baby your eyes wander to her swollen stomach. 

“Please forgive me Y/N” Alex begs. 

“Alex I forgave you the morning after I found out. I could never stay mad at you for wanting a family. It’s something that I couldn’t give you, not yet anyway” 

“I hate the way things ended between us” your ex girlfriend admits. 

“Did you expect anything else? Did you think that once I found out you were pregnant that I would change my mind?” You weren’t angry anymore but you were still hurting and felt like you deserved answers. 

“Yes” Alex replies honestly “I’ve seen you with kids Y/N, I have no doubt in my mind that you will be an amazing mom but you’re scared, you’re scared that you will turn out like your own mother” 

Alex was right. Your mother had you when she was young and when she wasn’t ready. She blamed you for not being able to live her life and it caused a rift in your relationship until the day she died. 

“I’m petrified Alex. You mean the world to me and I can’t have you resenting me when I fail our child”

“Y/N” Alex whispers, her voice low as she is overcome with emotion “you called her our child” 

“I’ve been thinking about it and I’ve even dreamt about it a few times but seeing you tonight on the bed in so much pain, I was so scared Alex and I could do nothing to help you” as you think back to a few hours ago your fear returns. 

“You did everything you could have. You calmed me down even though I know you were freaking out on the inside. You got me to the hospital and despite our break up and what I did, you stayed out there and you didn’t leave me” 

When Alex sees one of your hands resting on the side of the bed she grabs it. Touch was your love language and in that moment she knew you needed the connection. 

You feel Alex’s hand in yours and you feel yourself relax more than you have in months. 

“You called the baby a her?” You say letting Alex know that you picked up on the pronoun she used “you said you wanted a surprise”

“Well this pregnancy hasn’t exactly gone the way I hoped” Alex jokes “and before you say it, I know that is my fault” 

There is so much you want to say but you don’t know how to say it. 

“Tell me what you thinking” Alex asks as if it is that simple. 

Your thoughts are too loud to comprehend. 

“You can leave if you want. You drove me here and you stayed with me but I’m fine, the doctors said I can go home tomorrow so you can leave”

“No, no. I don’t want that” you had never been so sure of anything in your life. 

“Tell me what want you Y/N” 

“I want to kiss you. I’m missed been able to kiss you” you look down at Alex’s lips. 

“I won’t stop you” 

You stand up and sit on the edge of the bed. You cup Alex’s cheek. When you lean forward you stop millimetres away from her face. 

She really is the most beautiful woman you have ever met. 

With your lips on hers, you both move in sync. The kiss isn’t wildly passionate but it is full of love. 

“I want you and I want her”

Your hand hovers over her stomach. The hesitation you feel is due to a mixture of nervousness and fear. 

“You can touch it” Alex grabs your hand and places it on her belly with hers intertwined on top of it. 

It feels surreal and you think about what this moment means not only for you but for yours and Alex’s relationship. 

Your face lights up when you feel the baby kick against your hand. A smile that rivals that of the Cheshire cat from Alice in wonderland spreads from ear from ear. 

“She likes your voice” 

Surely this couldn’t be true. The only time you have talked to Alex since been pregnant is when you found out and it wasn’t exactly a positive conversation. 

“I have been playing her some of our videos and the ones the team has posted. I have really missed you and it turns out your voice doesn’t only soothe me” 

“I’ve missed you too, more than you know. I haven’t been the same without you Alex” 

Alex moves further aside so you can lie on the bed. You pull Alex into you side with one arm whilst the other one gently rubs her bump. 

“There is a human in there” the more you think about the concept, the more you are amazed that Alex has another human being growing inside of her. 

“It freaks me out” she admits. 

The two of you lay there peacefully. The comfortable silence is welcomed as you enjoy being in each other’s company again. 

“I can do this. I am ready” you are speaking to Alex but you are also reassuring yourself. 

“We can do this. It’s me and you, we are a team” Alex corrects you. 

“No Alex. It’s me, you and our daughter” you kiss her temple 

#uswnt x reader #uswnt one shot #uswnt imagine #woso x reader #woso one shot #woso imagine #alex morgan x reader #alex morgan one shot #Alex Morgan imagine

[themedialmercurial]

Asteroid Vibilia (144) and how you travel pt. 1

This asteroid was named after the Roman goddess of travel, representing both short and long journeys. Depending on the placement of said asteroid, it can point towards your preferred travel destinations and where you may choose to take a journey - - - 🛩️

P.S this is based on my observations, by all means I’m far from a pro. Take this with a grain of salt and feel free to share your thoughts!

Aspects to the sun-many prominent and important trips during your lifetime

Aspects to the moon-intimate trips, meant to evoke strong emotion, emotional development

Aspects to mercury-trips involving a life lesson, challenges your way of thinking

Aspects to venus-trips based on aesthetics, art and love

Aspects to mars-action filled trips, fast-paced, living on the "wild side"

Aspects to jupiter-potentially winning a trip to a destination, or winning something during a trip, luck

Aspects to saturn-trips that are structured/serious in nature (defined itinerary), prominent business trips

Aspects to uranus-random and spontaneous trips, many surprises during the trip, unexpected events

VIBILIA IN THE FIRST HOUSE

The native with this placement will travel in relation to personal benefit, as the first house is representative of personal pleasures and interests. They may also embark on journeys as a means of finding themself, likely taping into their arian nature. Solo-travel is the name of the game, adventure-seeking and taking risks for enjoyment purposes. Aries in the first house is likely to demonstrate extroverted behaviours when encountering strangers and will appear confident in their interactions with those from another country. These individuals seek martian-like activities and destinations, with high-energy sports and bright, colourful environments.

A sport with arian traits that comes to mind is skydiving, an activity that excited and enthrals the native. Fox Glacier, New Zealand is notorious for this life-changing experience and beautiful views

VIBILIA IN THE SECOND HOUSE

The native with this placement will travel in relation to monetary affairs (maybe insufficient funds or a surplus of funds leading to plenty of travel), adopting a "why not" mentality and acting on impulse. The native may enjoy collecting souvenirs and anything visually appealing (house of venus) and in the case of an arian, said items may appear as red things (jewellery, shoes, bags, etc) and/or sporting attire (jerseys, hats, other merchandise).

There too may be a tendency to overindulge and lose the self to materialism if undeveloped, buying items on impulse potential lack of foresight for future financial consequences. The perfect taurean activity for the individual to partake in is shopping, taking on the mall like it's the latest competition to win. Paris comes to mind as a place in which this person would love to indulge endlessly, with finite shopping options to literally or figuratively shop until they drop.

VIBILIA IN THE THIRD HOUSE

The native with this placement will travel for affairs related to communication and the sharing of information across many populations (house of mercury). The individual could be a public speaker (TED talks come to mind) or an author and voyages as a means of spreading their messaging to the masses, sporting a powerful, confident means of articulating themself. As this house that is ruled by mercury, places in which one can be educated are pertinent, particularly post-secondary institutions. Prestigious post secondary institutes come to mind.

The native could also take a liking to constantly improving their own source of knowledge, basking in the opportunity during their travels to learn plenty of new. They too can find building relationships with people they meet during their numerous travels to come more naturally. In their travels, they will also collect books and notes to help them along the way and build on their interminable studies.

VIBILIA IN THE FORTH HOUSE

The native with this placement will travel for familial reasons, setting off to visit for a family vacation or a simple check-up from time to time. Places such as Disney World (Florida) and Universal in Orlando come to mind. The fourth house is the house of cancer and, as such travel destinations associated with plenty of water (the beach of course) would be the perfect place to kick back and relax.

The native could also develop a fascination or curiosity for their heritage and culture, wanting to know as much as they possibly can. In their travels, they will collect anything that gives off “homey vibes such as sea shells, crystals, rocks and pictures of themselves but mostly their family. The native is nostalgic, always romanticizing their trip regardless of the actual events.

As a collective, water signs would likely prefer travel destinations closer to bodies of water such as an island or coastal environment🏝

As a collective, fire signs would likely prefer travel destinations that are warmer in temperature with sun-filled days 🏜

As a collective, earth signs would likely prefer travel destinations that are mountain-filled along side valleys and rocky places. The Appalachians come to mind 🏞

As a collective, air signs would likely prefer travel destinations riddled with cooler, windier weather🌬

Part 2!🛩️🛩️

#asteroid astrology #asteroid #astro #astrovations #astrology #astrological houses #themedialmercurial #astro community

[sofiiel]

Date: theme park with Eddie

He asked for triple scoops at the cotton candy stand.

He nomed a piece of said candy and then kisses you so it melts as you kiss.

He's stuck between the biggest ride and the photobooth because he's torn between "I must ride the machine of death and terror" and "I need adorable snaps with my lover" his head is turning left and right as he tries to decide which direction.

Eddie picks the biggest ride. At first, he throws his hands up, and suddenly he's squeezing the life out of you, at the drop. Then that scream becomes a joyous cackle. He's having a blast, but he is still got his arms locked around you as best he can manage. You know, for safety reasons.

You've lost him in the midway games and can't find him. Eddie tries to win you the biggest prize, and he's tried three different games, several times. He trudges back to you with an arm fool of the smallest prizes and a pout - only to find you won him a giant stuffed creature. He did however win a kiss from you.

He spots a man walking on the tallest stilts he's ever seen and follows him around, asking questions about how hard it is to do and how long it took to master. He then looks at you. "Babe, we're getting stilts. I will play the filthiest solo on stage in those god-damn stilts."

Eddie wants pictures with all the characters and mascots. He's somehow dragged a few of them to get in the photobooth with the both of you.

You go on the water ride, several times. Mostly because it's really doing it for him to see you drenched from head to toe.

Smoking weed in the back corner behind something. He wants to be high as a kite when goes on the space themed ride and the haunted ride. If you don't smoke it ~ that's fine. He'll happily entertain you while you're 100% lucid by tripping out at everything.

In the haunted house, he accidentally backhanded one of the actors who jumped towards you after you got scared and scream "Eddie!". It was a natural reaction. He had to apologize and you two run before you get kicked out.

Doing a bungee jump ride. While preparing to go, Eddie's saying his last I love yous. "Babe, if the string snaps....I was happy to spend this one moment with you, than the rest of my life alone." But when you two jump he's nearly giggling and when it's over he looks at you saying "25 more times, please, please."

You two are doing the cutesy couples 'ha ha i bumped you silly!' thing with the bumper cars. Ignoring almost everyone else. Until one guy wanting to kill the sweetness rams his cart into you - Eddie goes off, terrorizing them the whole time while rage cursing. The guy might actually have whiplash.

Eddie bought a ring from the coin gacha, and offers it as a promise ring in the tunnel of love, when the couples cam is on you. You've got it on photo for all time.

Poor Eddie road the tilt'a'whirl after gorging on what amounts to carni food. You stood there rubbing his back and holding back his hair and desperately trying to tune out the retching sounds. "oh god that was stupid, that was so, so stupid." he's muttering.

Eddie loses you in the crowd for the smallest millisecond, and he's climbed up on one of the park statue's shouting your name out over the sea of people.

You've gotten matching touristy merch from the park and instantly change into it for the rest of your trip.

Every single ride must be ridden thrice. At the very least.

But if you don't like a ride, Eddie will happily go it alone, he's waving you to you and talking anytime he spots you. Even if he's way up high, he's shouting. "This is amazing!" - "You look so little!" - "Hiiii sweetheat!" - "It's too fast!"

You aren't leaving without a balloon animal, and one of those foam animals that 'walk' as you drag them with the wire leash.

He's taken to holding your hand the whole time, so he won't lose you in the crowd again.

At lunch eddie starts to wind down and he's in his 'yeah, I'm gonna be that boyfriend mode' and he's trying to feed you part of his food because "you have to try this."

Shhh, you've written your names in the bathroom stall with sharpie...and behind that ride you *probably* low-key banged behind.

Eddie's somehow ended up with 300 raffle tickets. He isn't sure how, and neither are you - you don't even know where the raffle is. but hopefully you'll win something nice.

There's a band of characters playing instruments to amuse the visitors. You sneak up to them and ask them to play a specific song and dedicate it to Eddie. When he hears it, Eddies looking at you the same way people watch the happy ending of romance movies.

He's doing that thing where he tries to hop over statues/trash cans/barrier things. As if it'd impress you and yes it goes wrong, and he gets a rude awaking in a very sensitive spot. - time to go kiss it better 🙄

He's collected so many pictures that it's ridiculous. You've had to buy a tote bag for all of them, plus the theme merch, plus the pile of little prizes.

On a forgotten note: Eddie lectures of park employees the importance of keeping his giant prize you won him safe every time he has to leave it to get on a ride.

Playing sheriff vs outlaw on the merry-go-round.

Cuddling close while in the animal exhibit as you marvel at all the creatures. Trying to pick out which animals remind you of loved ones back home.

Singing pirate shantys on the ship ride.

You have been at the park all day, night is falling and after watching a light show they put on. Eddie kisses you under the neon lights of the parks' entryway. He's paid off some rando to snap a picture of the moment for him without you knowing, so he can surprise you with it later.

#eddie munson x reader #boyfriend!eddie munson #eddie munson x you #a date with eddie #contains some suggestive content #mostly sfw #modern!eddie munson #might take request for these date things this was fun!

[afterdarkprincess]

The Devil’s in the Details (But You got a Friend in Me)- Part 2

Samijey Fic- AU From the Royal Rumble

So just a heads up- I’ve changed a few things in this fic from when Part 1 was posted. Nothing major, but if you notice anything’s different that’s why :) Those updates and edits will show up on the full version of this fic when it goes up on AO3.

Thank you SO much to @elementaldoughnut12 for letting me use her chubby Sami prompt, I hope I’m doing it justice 🥰

And thank you to @feelschicken for always being my sounding board when I need it and letting me drag you into new fandoms!

Some warnings for this fic because it is Explicit and reminder as always that my blog is 18+

This part contains: Conversations about weight gain (zero shame involved) a small Panic Attack, Oral Sex, Body Worshipping, and Coming Untouched (mostly)

Part One Here

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That nights' Smackdown passes in a blur, a fight between him and Jimmy and the Alpha Academy that they easily win, taking Gable down with the 1D for the pin.

Roman hasn’t given them any explicit direction since they’re still riding on the momentum of Sami’s injury, which really doesn’t sit well with Jey.

After Smackdown, the rest of the weekend is booked up with House shows, and endless hours in the car with Jimmy and Solo driving between cities.

Despite being crammed into a car with the two people he’s supposed to be closest to, Jey feels more alone than ever.

He has another week and a half before a 3 day break when he can return to Sami. It can’t come soon enough.

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This pattern continued for a few months, Jey going to the house in Florida whenever he has a break to see Sami. The visits are never as long as he wants them to be, and the time in between when he’s working and traveling seems like torture.

Jey ostensibly has a separate home, an apartment he keeps for mail and tax stuff. But the house where Sami stays rapidly replaces it as “home” to him.

Sami has put on some weight in the meantime, what with being so well fed from Chef Uce-ardee and not being able to do much in the gym other than bulk up his arms, but it makes Jey happy to see Sami so clearly well cared for. His pale skin glows with health, who cares if there’s more of him?

Sami moans about his shirts not fitting, so Jey makes sure on his last few trips to bring lots of merch oversized. He tries his best not to think about why it makes him so pleased to see Sami swimming in a 2XL shirt with his face on it.

Jey has a tight schedule with Wrestlemania coming up, their feud with the Brawling Brutes now heating up to a fever pitch. Jey’s gonna make those bastards pay for what they did to Sami, and he’s gonna do it on the biggest stage of them all.

But that means a solid 6 week stretch through March and April where he can’t make a trip home to Sami, between press and fan appearances and shows.

Jey’s miserable. They text and call each other of course, but it just isn’t the same. Jimmy gives him a hard time whenever he steps out of their hotel room to call Sami, with a teasing “Say hi to your girl for me, Uce!” to which he just rolls his eyes and grumbles for him to shut up.

It’s hard to argue with that logic though, when just hearing Sami’s voice over the phone is the only bright spot of his days.

Somewhere along the way Jey’s feelings for Sami have became more than just a brotherly bond that comes from fighting together. Sami understands him in ways that no one else does, makes him smile and laugh when he’s had a shitty day.

He’s the last person he wants to talk to before going to sleep, and in the dark of shared hotel rooms, Jey’s mind wanders to think about what it might be like to really share a home with Sami, to share a bed and a life together. To always have the other man in his corner.

The only thing that gives Jey pause is the ever looming presence of Roman.

There’s a reason he only calls Sami from the safety of hotel rooms and the cover of night. Roman’s used Jey’s devotion to his brother against him before, made it crystal clear that if Jey doesn’t follow orders, Jimmy would pay the price.

What would Roman do to Sami if he knows how Jey feels? If Jey puts a toe out of line or talks back, would it be Sami’s neck this time?

In his mind’s eye he can see Roman with his hands around Sami’s throat, choking the life out of him as he struggles and reaches for Jey, frozen and powerless to do anything.

Would it be worth it? To love Sami but never be able to keep him safe from his own family?

“You don’t have to do this alone anymore, you know,” Sami voice on the phone cuts through the doom and gloom of his thoughts. “Whatever’s on your mind, we can work through it together.”

Jey laughs ruefully, how does Sami always know?

“Jus’ really miss you, Sami. Things been real intense lately, dunno, worried over nothin’.” Jey rubs his face with his hands, trying to keep himself together.

“It’s not nothing if it’s botherin’ you like this, Jey. Is it Roman? Is he giving you a hard time?”

It really wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, being ordered to take out opponents during Roman’s fights, taking it like a good guard dog.

“The usual, jus’ tired of fightin’ his fights, you know? Got my own fight to deal with. Gotta kick Holland’s ass for even thinkin’ bout touchin’ you.” He tries for a light tone to brighten the mood, but he really didn’t meant to sound so possessive.

Sami is quiet for a moment, and Jey thinks maybe he’s fucked everything up.

“Wish I could be there to help, you don’t always have to fight my fights too. And I gotta teach that asshole a lesson for coming at you like that.” Sami laughs, but Jey can hear the frustration in his voice.

How can Jey tell him that it’s never a hardship to fight Sami’s fights? That he would volunteer to go to war with him before being commanded to do anything by Roman ever again?

Jey’s silent for too long, because Sami’s voice comes over the line again.

“Miss you too, Jey- Just a few more weeks, yeah?”

Jey blinks away the tears that threaten to fall, trying to push down the ache in his chest.

“You just miss my cookin’, I knew it.”

“I got plenty of your food in my freezer!! I’m gonna be up a few weight classes when I come back as it is.”

“Ain’t nothing wrong with that, Uce,” Jey can imagine Sami in the house, sitting up on the couch, big t-shirt barely covering his boxers and thighs, the picture of comfort and home. “M’coming home as soon as I can,” He can hear the naked longing in his own voice.

“I’ll be waiting here,” Sami might have meant that as a joke, but Jey hears the same longing in Sami’s voice and it makes the distance hurt all the more. “You should get some sleep, it’s late.”

“Yeah, you right…”

Jey trails off, but he really doesn’t want to end the conversation.

“Go to bed, Jey!!” Sami laughs, “And tell your brothers I said Hi.”

“Those clowns ain’t gettin’ nothin’ from me,” Jey grumbles. “Night, Sami.”

“Night, Jey.” Sami’s voice is soft, and there’s the sound of his breathing before finally the line goes dead.

It would be smarter for Jey to put some distance between them, to give this up to keep Sami safe and not give Roman another bargaining chip. It’s what he would have done a year ago, two years ago.

But Sami is right, he’s not alone in this anymore. And Sami isn’t a damsel to be saved. They can fight for this together.

He’s got weeks to decide how to do this, but the next time he sees Sami, he’s going to make sure Sami knows he’s in his corner too.

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The week before Wrestlemania arrives before he knows it, and while Jey is thankful that his time without Sami is going quickly, he’ll really only feel better once the event is over and done with.

He calls Sami almost every night, and gets text messages throughout the day of little things happening back in Florida; the birds that hang out on the feeder out the window in the kitchen, little snippets of what’s happening on whatever show Sami’s decided to watch.

This time it’s a picture of Sami in the bathroom mirror, flexing his definitely bulked up arms, the stripes of stretch marks on his full soft belly visible and tantalizing.

Jey nearly chokes on his lunch.

He’s scheduled for a one on one match against Ridge Holland on Raw, and it’s an opportunity to make a big statement and set the tone for their tag match.

It’s also a chance for him to get some well earned payback for injuring Sami. The big show will be for Sofi, but if he can get some shots in he will.

Jimmy comes out with him of course, but Solo is nowhere to be found backstage, and of course Ridge brought that mangy dog partner of his so chances of interference are high.

Jey steels himself in the corner of the ring while Ridge eggs on the crowd that’s booing him.

Technically the Brawling Brutes are supposed to be good guys to the crowd, but Sami had endeared himself to more than just the bloodline over the last year, and the WWE universe was about as forgiving for Sami’s injury as Jey was.

As the ref comes in to start the match, Ridge took a few hulking steps toward him, and spit down at Jey’s feet.

“Make sure ya tell yer little boyfriend I said hullo, been a lot easier around here without ’im. Shoulda taken ’im out sooner.” The taller man sneers.

It’s clearly meant to rile him up and get him off his game, and he tries his best not to let the rage that boils in his blood overcome him, but he sees red as he goes for a super kick that immediately gets caught in Ridge’s giant hands, tugging him off his balance and starting the match in his opponent’s favor.

It’s an uphill battle from there, with Butch taking his opportunity to mess with his fingers, which always hurts like a bitch, but he’s knocked away pretty quickly by Jimmy and no lasting damage is done.

Jey finally gets the upper hand with a splash, but he takes the time to drag the man to the corner of the ring to get one Helluva kick in before making the pin.

The crowd goes wild, and the arena is filled with his entrance music, and the cover buys him a few moments to lean close to spit next to his face.

“Keep Sami’s name out yo’ damn mouth.” He grabs the back of Ridge’s shirt, raising his face up a few inches before slamming him back into the ring. “And if you ever so much as THINK ‘bout touchin’ him again, yo’ gon’ have a lot more than a busted knee!”

Jey stomps his foot down onto Holland’s knee, relishing in the howl it emits from the other man. It definitely crosses a line to do that unscripted, but Jey can’t find it in himself to care.

He stalks out of the ring, victorious, rejoining with Jimmy before they exit together.

It doesn’t take long for him to get cleared by medical and get back to the locker room to his phone, where he finds a slew of text messages from Sami.

I’ve got Raw turned on, kick his ass, Uce! 7:19pm

I don’t know what he said to you, but it’s not worth losing the match over- you can do this! 7:40pm

WOOOO-Way to go, Jey!! Hope you don’t get chewed out for that stomp though! 7:57pm

Just headed to bed but still awake- call me when you get to the hotel? Wanna tell you good job over the phone! 8:15pm

It’s almost midnight on the east coast, but knowing Sami he’s still awake waiting for him to call.

He shoots him a quick message, letting him know it’ll be about a half hour if he doesn’t want to wait up.

No worries- I can wait up for you :) 8:56pm

Jey doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve Sami, isn’t sure that he deserves him at all given his past and the things he’s done. He’s never known this kind of unconditional support before, and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep it.

“What you smilin’ at, Uce?” Jimmy shoves a hand at Jey’s shoulder playfully, knocking him from his train of thought and alerting him to both of his brothers’ presence.

“Jus’ thinkin’ bout how that dick Holland sounded when I put my boot in his knee,” It’s a white lie, but it’s better than showing all his cards. He’d like to trust in his brothers not to run off and tell Roman his every move, but some days he’s not so sure.

Solo nods, arms cross and face unreadable, and Jimmy laughs as he gathers up his bag.

“Serves that douchebag right for takin’ out our dawg! Glad you got a shot in ‘fore Saturday anyway, Uce. Make takin’ them down that much easier.”

Jey shrugs his own bag over his shoulder, “Can’t wait to put ‘em down for good, tired of seein’ their ugly mugs.”

“No Joke! Especially Butch,” Jimmy shakes his head, as if trying to dispel the image from his head. “I think that dude bites, for real.”

They all pack up into their rental to head back to the hotel, and despite the chatter that streams out of Jimmy’s mouth and the occasional grunt from Solo, all he can think about is hearing Sami’s voice as soon as possible.

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Jey wakes up early for Day One of Wrestlemania, determined to face the day head on.

He gets through a few hours at the gym before making himself a protein shake for breakfast and checking his phone. He generally tries to avoid social media before a big match other than the stuff he’s required to post, but there’s a few messages from Sami, just a good morning and encouragement for the show tonight.

Even with the time difference, it’s a bit early for a text from Sami, who’s been using his recovery time to get into the sleeping habits of a teenager on summer vacation, often not waking until 10 or 11, but Jey doesn’t pay it much mind.

The rest of the morning is taken up with interviews over the phone before he’s taken off for a photo shoot and press op with Jimmy before finally heading to the stadium.

They’d done some dry runs in Sofi yesterday, but the sheer size of the place is still overwhelming. It’s still hard for Jey to believe sometimes that he went from wrestling with his family in their living room to all this.

There’s a pang in his chest that tells him that Sami should be here too, that he would have had his own Wrestlemania moments under these lights if it hadn’t been for his knee.

But at least Sami was away from Roman and his schemes and the pressure to perform.

The Tribal Chief had been particularly demanding in the last few weeks as he made appearances on Raw and Smackdown, making Jey wonder if it wasn’t better when his cousin only deigned to show up for Live Events.

This feud with Cody Rhodes was sure to be ended after this weekend and hopefully they could all move on from the damn Royal Rumble, and Jey could enjoy some breathing room from his family.

It would be another two weeks before he could go home to see Sami, but after enduring the last four, two weeks seems like nothing.

He just has to get through the match tonight, get rid of the Brawling Brutes and deal with everything else after.

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The bell rings, signaling the end of the match.

Jey stares up at the lights above, the chorus of boos from the crowd is deafening. He rolls out of the ring to join his brother, grasping his hand like they were children again hiding from a thunderstorm.

They’d lost.

Sheamus had interfered, delivering a painful brogue kick to Jimmy’s chest and taking him out of the equation 30 minutes into the match, when Jey was exhausted and well past ready for a tag after a brutal bout with Butch. Holland made the tag when his back was turned and plowed into him like a truck.

Jey could barely tell which way was up, but he could hear the other man spitting words into his ear.

“Ya couldn’t protect ‘im then, and ya can’t now. Stay down, ya piece o’ shit.”

In his delirium, Holland’s thick accent turned to Roman’s smooth tones and his heart is frozen in fear, watching as his cousin gave the order for Solo to hit Sami with the spike. The scene twisted to his new recurring nightmare, Roman choking Sami as he cries and reaches for Jey, who is stuck, immobile, a failure again.

He felt the cover, felt his leg in the air and the count, but he was frozen and numb until he rolled out and felt the contact of Jimmy’s hand.

They failed.

He failed.

The walk backstage is long and painful, his lungs protesting with each step. There will be hell to pay for losing the tag titles, and his mind is already racing with thoughts of how this conversation with Roman will go.

Jey gets cleared pretty quickly, his ribs were a bit bruised but otherwise fine. Jimmy’s taken back to get his shoulder checked out, so Jey returned to their locker room alone.

But when he arrives, the Tribal Chief and the Wiseman are nowhere to be found.

Solo is unwrapping the tape on his hand slowly, he’d taken Sheamus out, but it was too little too late.

Solo nods at him, “Sami’s here,”

Wait, what?

He stares at his younger brother blankly, “What you say, Uce?”

“Sami’s here,” Solo nods again, and Jey twists to look behind him.

Like a mirage in the desert, Sami stands there, knee in a thick brace still but without the scooter contraption that helped him around the house. His face is drawn with worry and he stares at the hand Jey has braced against his ribs.

“Jey-“ He starts, taking a step forward, but Jey closes the distance, holding Sami’s shoulders like a lifeline and using every ounce of restraint not to wrap his arms around him.

“You’re here,” Jey hears the words tumble out of his mouth.

Sami laughs softly, “Yeah, Uce. I’m here.”

So many emotions are tearing through him, the relief and feeling of home at seeing Sami again, the exhaustion and frustrations from the match, combined with the leftover terror at Holland’s words, that Sami wasn’t safe and never could be as long as he’s by his side.

Sami gently removes his hands from his shoulders, gingerly stepping around him and pushing Jey to sit on the couch.

“Solo, can you take Jey’s papers to management for me? And tell Jimmy we’ll meet up back at the hotel?”

The enforcer gives Sami a raised eyebrow but nods, leaving the room and shutting the door behind him without another word.

They’re alone, no prying eyes. No brothers, no Roman, no Paul Heyman.

Sami turns back to him, approaching slowly and sitting down on the couch next to him, so similar to the nights back in Florida, watching trash TV until late at night.

“I’d really hoped to surprise you, think I still did, but I thought it’d be in better spirits,” Sami gently puts his hand on Jey’s where it rests in his lap. “Still glad I’m here though.”

Jey can’t think through the fog in his head, caught up in the swirl of emotions and the leftover adrenaline from the match, and his eyes fall from Sami’s worried brow to the plush of his lips.

Before he knows what he’s even doing his lips are pressed to Sami’s, hands cupping Sami’s cheeks in an effort to keep him close.

It lasts just for a few moments before Jey’s brain comes back online and he realized what he’d done.

Panicked, he pulls away, casting his head down, staring holes into the floor and wishing they would swallow him.

“Fuck, Sorry, uce- SHIT, M’sorry,” Jey feels like he’d been dosed in freezing water, the urge to vomit rising in his mouth.

Another fuckup, another way he’s failed tonight. He’s hit with the need to get away, get some air and distance from whatever he just did.

He starts to stand, but is stopped by a firm hand at his elbow.

“Jey, don’t be sorry,” There’s the touch of warm fingers at his chin, so soft and gentle as they guide his head up to meet Sami’s eyes once more.

Sami opens his mouth to speak again, but closes it instead and leans in slowly to connect their lips again, running his fingers along Jey’s jaw before tangling in his hair.

It’s slow, unhurried, and so heartbreakingly sweet. It’s everything Jey’s secretly wished for on the lonely nights on the road, dreaming of when he could return home to Sami.

When they finally part, Sami rests his forehead against his own, sighing out a long breath.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” He giggles, like a child caught with their hand in a candy jar.

“Why didn’t you?” Jey asks, absent-mindedly smoothing Sami’s hair with his fingers.

Sami gently shakes his head back and forth, and Jey relishes in the feeling, the intoxicating closeness.

“Was scared, I think. Didn’t know how you’d react really,”

That Jey could understand, honestly. He doesn’t know how to respond, other than that he really just wants to kiss Sami again, so he pulled their lips together desperately, groaning at the feeling when Sami deepens the motion.

“Seems like I was worried over nothing,” Sami laughs pressing a quick peck to the tip of Jey’s nose.

Jey buckles under the weight of his emotions, burying his face into Sami’s shoulder and wrapping him in a desperate embrace.

“Sorry-M’sorry, Sami,” Jey mumbles the words into the other man’s skin, tears falling and wetting the hoodie Sami has on.

Sami’s hands gently rub circles on his back, “You have nothing to be sorry for, it’s alright.”

“Couldn’t protect you, can’t do anythin’ right,” Jey’s chest heaves with a sob, shoulders shaking as Sami just holds him.

Jey couldn’t remember the last time anyone consoled him like this, aside from his twin, and even then Jimmy usually told him just to get his shit together.

After a few minutes, Jey could finally breathe and gently released Sami from the koala hold he’d had him in, Sami’s hands coming to wipe the remaining tears from his cheeks.

“Feeling better?” Sami asks gently, with no judgement.

Jey nods, feeling the exhaustion of the day settle into his bones.

“Jey, listen-“ Sami starts, keeping his warm hands on the side of Jey’s face so he can’t look away or hide. “You have nothing to apologize for, okay? I appreciate that you want to protect me, but remember when I told you we’re in this together? You don’t have to bear all that on your shoulders. I can protect myself and help you too.”

“But Roman-“

“I’m not blind, Jey. I saw what Roman did to Jimmy before, and I know how that eats at you. But you don’t have to be scared, okay? I’m not gonna let him use me against you or vice versa.”

Sami’s thumb strokes against his cheek, and he wants to believe so badly. “Still, we gotta be careful. Maybe we jus’ keep us between us for a while?”

There’s a frown on Sami’s face, “I gotta be honest here, Jey, I don’t wanna keep you a secret forever. I wanna treat you right.” He sighs, heavily. “But I understand this probably isn’t the best time.”

Jey blinks, trying to keep himself in check.

“Can’t have you payin’ for my mistakes tonight, Sami. I can’t-“ He feels panic rising in his throat again.

He’s cut off by the sensation of Sami’s lips at his forehead, right between his brows.

“Let’s not think about that now, huh?” Sami’s voice is low and soothing. “We have a lot of lost time to make up for.”

Jey feels a rush of heat to his stomach at the implication, and it fuels him to press their lips together, grasping at Sami’s neck to pull him closer, closer. Jey opens his mouth in a sigh, inviting the other man in further and relishing in the feeling of Sami’s tongue tasting along his bottom lip before diving in further to explore his mouth.

Jey angles his head a little, rubbing their noses together and pulls back just a bit, taking Sami’s lip in between his teeth and biting it playfully.

The noise the ginger makes in response goes straight to Jey’s pants, where his dick is quickly getting invested in the situation.

Jey runs his hands down to Sami’s chest, to the zipper of the hoodie he’s wearing, taking the zip in one hand and unzipping it while pushing the material off Sami’s shoulders and down his arms.

Underneath the hoodie, Sami is wearing a ribbed white tank top, one he’s had for a while based on how tight it is over the softness that’s settled on his chest and belly.

Sami’s never been a 6 pack abs kind of guy, but something about how the weight gain has settled on his frame drives Jey absolutely wild. The swell of his round little tits, kept perky by strong pectoral muscles underneath, and how they just kiss the fullness of his belly.

Jey gets up from the couch and kneels down in front of Sami, boxing him in with his arms as he swoops in to kiss the other man again.

“Missed you so much, Sami, you don’ even know,” He mumbles in between kisses. “Thought ‘bout you all the time, every night.” Jey moves to Sami’s neck, pressing little kisses to each faint freckle he finds.

Sami arches his back and neck, letting out a long sigh. “Couldn’t wait two more weeks, I bought the ticket as soon as the docs said I could.”

“M’glad,” Jey’s lips lingered at Sami’s collarbone, nipping the soft skin as he ran his hands along the bottom hem of Sami’s shirt. “Gonna take this off,”

Sami’s hands come down to his to stop him, “Jey-“

“Wanna see you, baby,” Jey moves up to Sami’s face, brushing his lips over each of Sami’s cheeks, then just ghosting over his lips.

Sami’s hands relaxed, and Jey guided both their hands in pulling the shirt off.

Jey’s mouth watered at the sight laid out before him, Sami’s round little nipples kissing the soft squish of his stomach, with a dusting of light soft hair covering all of it.

He zeroed in one nipple, taking it in his mouth and swirling his tongue around the tip, moaning around it as Sami threads his fingers into the hair on his neck. His dick is aching in his shorts, but this is about Sami now and making him feel good.

He drags his nose and licks a stripe across the mounds of Sami’s tits to pay attention to the other nipple as he smooths his hands around the sweet love handles that are a perfect size for each handful.

Sami looked so well loved and cared for and it was intoxicating knowing he’d taken of Sami this good for the last few months.

Jey’s hands travel back down to the edge of the joggers Sami wore, tugging on the elastic.

Sami’s hand stilled in Jey’s hair. “Baby, you don’t have to,”

“Wanna make you feel good,,”

Jey looks up at Sami through his thick eyelashes, rubbing his thumbs into the soft give of belly. Sami’s face is nearly red with blush and there are tears shining in his eyes as he nods, fingers tightening their grip on Jey’s hair. He tugs Jey up for another melting kiss.

Sami lifts his hips up, pushing the joggers down with one hand, taking his boxers in one motion halfway down his thighs and freeing his very hard dick.

Jey sinks back on the balls of his feet to come to eye level with Sami’s waist, touching the ginger’s hips and nudging them forward a touch, mindful of the knee injury. He dips down to press an open wide kiss to the head of Sami’s cock, eating up the loud groan that escapes his mouth.

“Gonna have to stay a lil’ quieter than that, Sami,” Jey laughed before peppering kisses down the length of his shaft, and licking back up with the full breadth of his tongue in one smooth glide.

The chances of anyone overhearing were minimal, but it was enough to send a thrill down Jey’s spine.

He takes his time, dragging his tongue around the head of Sami’s cock and learning all the places that elicit those sweet gasps and whines from the other man.

Sami’s fast breaths turn to pleas for more, and Jey obliges, taking the full length of his cock into his mouth. It’s length is just enough to stretch into his throat and the full weight of it on Jey’s tongue is intoxicating.

He swallows around Sami’s cock and takes a few slow breaths through his nose, moaning to send vibrations through the ginger’s body.

Sami’s grip on his hair is tight, just this side of painful, and it makes Jey’s dick ache. He feels precum leaking out and creating a wet spot in his underwear, and he’s hit with the thought that he might just cum from pleasuring Sami alone.

Jey sucks in and hollows his cheeks, reaching back to put his hand on Sami’s in his hair, pressing their hands and his head down further on Sami’s length, hoping that the other man gets the picture. Which he does, based on the groan he lets out and the tug on his curls that drags him back up to wrap his lips around the full pink head of Sami’s cock.

He lets Sami control his movements, setting a slow deliberate rhythm with Jey’s mouth and tongue, as Jey lets his hands wander again, dragging up over the curve of Sami’s belly and rubbing his thumbs in circles over those sweet puffy nipples.

Sami’s body hair is softer than Jey ever would have imagined, like he could curl up and take a nap right on the man’s chest and never move again.

“So fuckin’ good, Jey- feels so good,” Sami’s words spur Jey’s movements, lightly pinching on his nipples before rubbing his thumbs along the meat of his tits, watching up from below as they jiggle.

Sami’s hips are shaking, and Jey thinks maybe the other man’s knee is aching from sitting in one place for so long, but when there’s movement it’s Sami’s good leg that moves forward to the tent in his shorts, gently putting pressure against the head of his dick.

Jey’s vision whites for a moment at the sudden contact.

“Take what you need, baby, M’not gonna last long,” Sami says, and it’s all the permission Jey needs to rut his hips forward, groaning at the friction of his cock against Sami’s shin.

It’s dirty and desperate, but Jey can’t find it within himself to care.

He’s bobbing faster on Sami’s dick now, bringing his hands back down to steady Sami’s still shaking hips. It’s a heady power trip, feeling how much pleasure he’s bringing to this man that he loves so much.

That’s what this is, what his feelings have become. He loves Sami with everything he has, and there’s no going back after this.

“Jey,” Sami’s nearly whimpering, “Jey, baby- stop m’gonna-“ His fingers tug to pull Jey off of his dick, but Jey’s never been one to see something halfway through.

He takes a breath through his nose instead, pushing forward to bury his nose in Sami’s soft pubic hair, taking the full length of him into his mouth and throat.

Sami cries and its the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard, feels the twitch of his dick on his tongue and in his throat as Sami cums.

He bucks his own hips twice more and his cock spurts all over the inside of his shorts, and he’s moaning again, wringing the last drops of pleasure out of Sami before his hands push him off.

“Too much,” Sami’s breath is heavy but he’s smiling, “You’re too much babe.”

Jey licks his lips, savoring the last of the taste of Sami’s skin as he pulls the joggers back up over the man’s hips.

Sami looks down at Jey’s very much no longer tented shorts, eyes wide.

“Did you-?”

He laughs, “Like a damn high schooler, yeah.”

“Lucky for you, I got some extra pants in my bag,”

Jey stands, his knees protesting, especially doing all that after a fight. Probably not the smartest thing he’s ever done, but he can’t find it in himself to regret it.

Sami stands too, bringing him in for another kiss. He can’t believe he gets to do this now, can really have this.

Reality creeps in though as their lips part, Sami reaching back to the couch for his discarded hoodie.

“We’re gonna have to head back to the hotel soon, they’re gonna wonder where we are.”

Jey drops his head to rest on Sami’s shoulder, groaning defeatedly.

“Please tell me you got a separate room from those fools?” He asks, but he knows the answer. There’s no way he could sneak away from his brothers for a whole night. Especially not tonight.

Sami shakes his head and laughs. “Sorry, babe. Had to plan with Paul to even get in here.”

“And when do you leave?” The question hurts to ask.

“Tomorrow afternoon. I’ve got a follow up appointment I need to get to Monday morning, or you know I’d stay.”

“I know,” Their bubble of happiness is about to burst way sooner than he anticipated. “Just wish I could hold you tonight, s’all.”

He feels a warm kiss press to the top of his head, “I know- at least we can get some breakfast in the morning, huh? Some waffles? And it’s two weeks until you get a whole week off.”

The two weeks might as well be two months for all that it helps Jey right now. He pulls his head back up, stopping to give Sami one quick press of lips, that turns to two, then three. Just brushing their lips together.

“We gonna spend every single day in bed, you know that?”

Sami laughs, “I think we can make that happen.” He turns to rummage in his bag, tossing Jey a pair of shorts.

Jey grumbles, “Time to face the music I guess.”

The anxiety of losing the fight, what Roman’s reaction will be to them losing the belts, creeps back in. He can feel his shoulders tensing up already.

“Hey now, none of that.”

As Jey tugs the new shorts on, Sami is there when he gets to full height, dropping another kiss on his forehead. “I told you before, we’re in this together. No shouldering this on your own this time.”

Jey swallows, nodding his head. “Okay, Sami.”

They leave together, taking a rental back to the hotel, Jey wishing each minute were longer as he enjoys the feeling of Sami’s fingers in his own.

Two weeks. Two weeks and he can take his time with Sami. Love him the way that he deserves.

At least he’ll be away from whatever wrath Roman is about to throw at them.

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Thinking 1 more part to deal with the fallout of Wrestlemania and let Jey worship his man the way he wants to :)

Thank you to everyone reading- it means the world to me 🤍

Happy Smackdown Night!

#samijey #jeysami #sami x jey #jey uso #sami zayn #devils in the details

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UGH!-6: But like … Did They Stutter?

Yet To Come - by BTS  [Proof]

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

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Given that even my coworkers, who generally REALLY DON’T CARE/KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT BTS except for the ones who now have started listening to some of their songs thanks to yours truly, came to me saying “So. BTS. They are disbanding uh? …” the day after FESTA 2022 dinner, I’d say it wouldn’t be a gross generalization to assume that at least every ARMY, OT7, x/y/z-biased, solo, anti, shipper, whatever-you-prefer-to-be-called, saw FESTA 2022 dinner. Right? 

If you haven’t I’d highly recommend you to do so but as always you feel free to do you as the boys did explain everything that they could at the time, which is pretty much what is happening right now. They also made a couple of sentiments and statements clear, and I, for one, am writing this post even though I am painfully aware that the boys are never going to see it, yet I still wish to put out this message in the universe, maybe its energy will manifest and reach them somehow, as I would really like them not to think that we all have poor listening and reading comprehension. 

BTS’ CHAPTER 1: THE END OF AN ERA.

The Beatles. The Jackson 5. Menudo. New Edition. Backstreet Boys. One Direction.

According to the following Wiki definition this is what they all have in common:

A boy band is loosely defined as a vocal group consisting of young male singers, usually in their teenage years or in their twenties at the time of formation.[1] Generally, boy bands perform love songs marketed towards girls and young women. Many boy bands dance as well as sing, usually giving highly choreographed performances. South Korean boy bands usually also have designated rappers 🤡 LOL LOL LOL 🤡.

That being said, with hindsight, we can add/examine a couple of aspects, which have surfaced through the years and further represent boy bands. For example, the fact that at the very beginning boy bands were usually the union of a group of friends, or classmates, basically, people who already knew each other. Let’s fast forward a couple of decades, and we see that the music industry catches on to the fact that waiting for the next phenomenal boy band to magically appear is not sustainable and that is when they realise that they can actually make the groups themselves. So starts the scouting and the auditioning with the sole goal of slapping together supposedly talented boys who are complete strangers to one another, but who at the very least, have a desire to become rich and famous. “Win-win”. 

Moving on, around the same time, we'll have to leave the West and take a trip to East-Asia, where the boy band industry has had an even bigger eureka moment. What they’ve realized is that even though these boys may not have the affinity of a band of boys who already know each other, from a business point of view they can easily be molded into whatever it is on demand at the very moment, afterall, everybody loves a good story, and even better if it comes with a great soundtrack. So what better than creating a narrative for these boy bands, each member would have a role/character associated and fans can not only enjoy the music but also follow a sort of “storyline” as they watch for example the silent masculine strong member interact with the cute feminine talkative one. Even greater “win”, brr brr!.

Now, in an ideal world, all that reasoning would make sense and bring about endless profit, but we don’t live in such a place do we? The whole purpose of a business is to make money and if money is what you base your every decision on, sooner or later, you are bound to encounter problems that money can’t solve without changing things irreversibly and in most instances, for the worst. The thing about grouping ambitious strangers with the intent of becoming rich (usually more for the company) and famous (usually more for the artists) is that if you don’t have a common goal all you are essentially doing is building a glorified House of Cards. 

And don’t get me wrong, Longevity, is something that this type of companies, and the artists themselves, could only dream to achieve but never actually aim at. Nobody does, because it is very much a pipe dream type of thing. In fact, for the most part, the company's goal is it to at least have one amazing CD, make fans go crazy for a year or two, so that they can spend some money, and then if it doesn’t work anymore, the artist would hope to have garnered enough fame to allow them to start perhaps a solo career, or at least stay within the business, while the group inevitably disbands and the company moves on to the next group. Rinse and repeat ad infinitum. This has been the blueprint, and it was indeed the same blueprint used to form Bangtan Sonyeondan. 

It was the same blueprint, but Bang SiHyuk was a visionary that had goals of his own, with a knack for unusual experimentation 🤡. And exactly like a Mad Scientist, if you will, he played around with what he believed to be “slightly usual ingredients”. However, what he didn’t quite know at the time, was that these “ingredients” were actually very unusual. Some of the “ingredients” didn’t follow instructions, some very quickly dropped their assigned character, and some even had secret jobs but what they all had, and he probably didn’t account for or maybe he did, who knows right? was an extraordinary fighting spirit, which pulled up strong when it became clear that it was Bangtan vs the World. These boys had something to prove. They had somehow found their common goal.

As we all should know, early Bangtan, due to Big Hit's lack of reputation and funds, became the industry’s punching bag. This would have normally caused an “explosion in the lab”, instead, it created something new. The boys were fired up with this fiery will to fight back. They took the negativity and turned it into artistic fuel and did all of that while naturally learning about each other and consequently depending on each other solely. Somehow, these boys ended up actually liking each other. They kinda fought like members of a band made of family members, but had the passion of members of a band of strangers. They were an anomaly. 

An anomaly in a world that had rapidly become full of “anomalies”. Your everyday listener was, yes, looking for good music, yes, looking for something new and entertaining, but when they realised that they could also get someone who they could relate to; … 🤯🤯🤯. And so the “ingredients'' began to mutate. Along the way, they found their true calling, while adapting to their environment and understanding their receptors fandom, which also understood them in return, creating a never before seen bond, Tannies & ARMY, that brought them to where they are now; a world where THEY are the blueprint has anyone else noticed the number of boy/girl bands that got back together. 

These boys have created something unique. 

Something that other “Mad Scientists” have ever since been trying so hard to recreate in “their labs” and so far to no avail. This “something” is not only insanely lucrative, but also so emotionally rare, and has a chance at Longevity. These are boys who trust and genuinely love each other, but because they are also human, and have learned to be honest with themselves, they also know their limitations. And like they’ve always done, they sat down, exposed the problem, and tried to find a solution. And even though they didn’t have to, they also sat down with us, FESTA 2022 dinner, and quite clearly explained their solution. But, as always, the world managed to take their words and turn them into whatever sold better on the front page of the next morning paper we’ll get to that later on or/and whatever better fits their personal agendas. 

BTS’ CHAPTER 2: A LIMITED AMOUNT OF TIME, WITH AN UNLIMITED NUMBER OF POSSIBILITIES.

Have any of you experienced moments where you just wanted some time to yourself? Like, you love your friends, your family, your job, your everything, but at the same time, you are mentally exhausted and you need out for as long as you can afford? This is usually what most people use holidays for, you might be thinking. But the type of out I’m talking about is the kind where you want to be able to pause your present life, start another life for a while, and then go back to your past life kinda out. Basically, a “have your cake and eat it” type of out. 

That’s what I feel the boys are trying to experience and I ain’t mad at it, not one bit. Cause, let's be real, most of us regular people can’t really afford to even think of experiencing such a thing without MAJOR repercussions to our everyday life. But not only do I feel like they deserve it, but if it also allows them to reach their goals, and solve their problems, it would be like killing two birds with one stone. I mean, they really are not hurting anyone, by wanting to have a chance to experience life outside BTS other than those who are setting themselves up to be hurt that is 🤡.  

October 2022 rolled around and we got the following:

This theoretically gives a precise time frame to BTS’ CHAPTER 2. Let’s say that being back together means that they will physically be together and do a WLIVE on the 31st of December 2025, that means that, if we assume their serving period to be 18 months, the latest any member can enlist is the 30th of June 2024 (which I calculated considering the 30th of December 2025 being their last day). Obviously, I don’t know if their plan is to be together by the end of December 2025 and start working on a new album in 2026. Or be together say by August 2025 and ready for a tour in 2026 with a new album; only time can tell. But for the purpose of this post: BTS’ CHAPTER 2 began on the 15th of June 2022 and could end on the 31st of December 2025.

SO, that being said, a couple of things happened on the 15th of June 2022 that I would like to point out and a couple of things, define a couple of others, and I would like for people to remember one particular thing:

THINGS TO POINT OUT:

Some OT7 ARMY decided to dip and come back when BTS comes back to be 7, so after MS.

Other OT7 and/or x/y/z-biased ARMY decided to support each member’s solo endeavour.

Last but abso-fucking-lutely not least, SOLOS FINALLY GOT THEIR TIME TO SHINE AND PUSH THEIR AGENDA, along side antis.

THINGS TO DEFINE:

FAMILY BOY BAND MEMBER or FBBMs: Is what I will call boy bands with members that already knew each other, or were already related, etc etc etc.

STRANGERS BOY BAND MEMBERS or SBBMs: Is what I will call the type of bands that were put together through an audition, selection, etc etc etc.

ONE THING TO REMEMBER OR REALISE:

There was a point in time when BTS was seriously considered by NOBODY. Many knew about them, but still wanted nothing to do with them. Some that knew about them, went on and treated them like trash. Even though they had the talent, it took their fandom at the time to be persistent in order for people to give them a chance. In short, differently from many FBBMs and SBBMs who eventually ended up splitting up after reaching fame, BTS experienced having nobody but themselves and their label and fame came AFTER THAT. Because everyone was a nobody before becoming somebody, but how many were nobodies, who were constantly shoved down by semi-bodies and ignored by somebodies before they became THE BODIES themselves? So yeah, they may be smiling to people that harmed them in the past, and they might have decided to forgive and forget in other instances, but as real and intended as the experience they had were, you can bet that so are the choices that they make nowadays. A method to madness.

If you are a businessperson like yours truly, or have dealt with managing a business, you probably know that it is like in Love and War; all is fair. Obviously, this brings about injustice right away, but this is a known fact, no matter how clean you are, if you come and play in a muddy place, what do you think is gonna happen? Not to say that everyone is trying to get down and dirty, in fact, there are people that try their best to keep clean, but the reality of the fact is that you are still playing in mud. Yet, there is a difference between purposely trying to suffocate people in those muddy waters and trying to simply play by the rules, harm as less people as possible in the process and going home to live another day and start all over again the next day. 

Life is about balance, that’s why I like the color gray so much, it is the balance between black and white. And even though the Tannies are our beloved artists, it is important not to forget that in their own right they are also businessmen. I’m sure they want nothing else than to be there for ARMY always in theri best capacities, but this is not a charity, their lives, and the people who work for them, depend on the amount of money they make; this needs to not be forgotten. Now, how they make this money, all depends on the muddy field they play in, but from what I can see they really try their darn best to keep as clean as they can and harm as few people as humanly possible. 

ALL THAT to say that, when you experience having NOTHING with a group of PEOPLE, you will TREASURE THAT GROUP OF PEOPLE. Hence, ONCE AGAIN and it will not be the last time, I’ll keep hammering this, Chapter 2 wasn’t brought by for them to spread their wings and keep the fuck out, but as a means for them to have the experience they each want to have so that they can eventually be together again, healthily in order ot achieve Longevity which I will also get to towards the end of this post, don’t worry. And this brings me right to the current issues on the fandom-streets: FAVORITISM & SOLOS.

So at the moment “JUNGKOOK and his radio play” are the most recent subject. I will not go in depth, as I’ll be damned if I brought up all THE UNNECESSARY energy that has been riding with this valid topic. In fact, one thing that I found very helpful in understanding the radio play issue, was the following post by Ororo and Artiechikoo: 

​​https://www.tumblr.com/chikooritajjk/722232413519052800/so-youll-are-basically-saying-since-the-industry?source=share

Now, once you’ve read that, you’ll understand that the ACTUAL ISSUE HERE IS: WHY DIDN’T HYBE SEND LIKE CRAZY TO BE PLAYED ON THE RADIO, and that ladies, gentlemen and distinguished enbies, is a legit ass question. However, none of the members have anything to do with ANY of that, or with anything related really. During Festa 2022 dinner, they all told us the order in which their albums were coming out, which would indicate that they all sat down months beforehand, and all discussed what they wanted to do during their chapter 2. I would also dare to say that they also all were responsible for their projects, promotions and every aspect of their chapter 2, but that is just me.

ANYWAYS, back to the Jimin radio play issue, which, once again, is A VALID TOPIC, that unfortunately is being muddied from all the shit that solos are bringing forth that has NOTHING to do with anything. Is like the story of the boy who cried wolf, when the actual wolf arrived, nobody was there to help. When you are still stuck on cakes, on accusing members of sabotage, or any moving thing at that, THE REAL PROBLEM WILL BE OVERLOOKED.

Also, just putting this out there, if you actually think that ANY OF THE MEMBERS is out there actively sabotaging other members, then rest assured that you are also stanning a phonie-ass person. If you took a second to check out every other member, for every member who is being sabotaged by members, there is a story about that same member sabotaging another member. MEANING that we would all be supporting a band of phonies, who wouldn’t think twice to backstab their band mates; ALL OF THEM. 

So when, for example, you are accusing JK of throwing JM under the bus, or in the mud, stop one second, breathe, and TRY to put yourself in JK’s shoes. Imagine for example, spending a whole day reacting to JM content, or even just the following:

And then, imagine not giving a fuck about him: HOW DOES THAT WORK EXACTLY? Yes we don’t like Scooter Braun, yes we don’t agree with MANY OTHER THINGS, but it is vital to know how to address the correct issue and not just burn EVERYTHING DOWN, or/and involve not concerned parties. So when for example, the company is to blame, then the fucking company is to blame only, and not everything you would like to blame along with it. 

I 👏🏾DO 👏🏾 NOT 👏🏾 CARE 👏🏾 FOR 👏🏾 SOLOS 👏🏾 IN  👏🏾ANY 👏🏾 WAY 👏🏾 OR 👏🏾 FORM 👏🏾. 

Not too long ago, I was making this example with someone who told me that there was maybe a valid reason for people to become solos, but to me it felt like people saying they had a valid reason for becoming Nazi; would I support a Nazi, no matter what reason? 🤡🤡🤡THERE IS ALWAYS ANOTHER WAY, and unfortunately, keep suffering for a while longer, is one of them 🤡🤡🤡Becoming a Nazi WILL NEVER BE THE ANSWER for me, in the same way in which BECOMING A SOLO WILL NEVER BE THE ANSWER. When you become a solo you actively decide to care fuck all about all the other members. Now the person you want to support, loves and wants to keep building something with the people you decide are expendable, so, once again: HOW DOES THAT WORK EXACTLY?  Being able to pinpoint the actual issue is hard, it is confusing, it is stressful, but it is essential, please please please understand that.

BTS’ CHAPTER 3: BTS IS ENDGAME. PERIOD.

… I mean, I really don’t want to sound like a broken record so let me allow them to say it:

💙:

Here is the link to the full article: https://www.instagram.com/p/CpgkLqbtEKB/?hl=en

🩷:

🖤:

❤️:

💛:

💚:

💜:

AAAAAND, Except for Yoongi who is being rightfully private precious:

ALL OF A SUDDEN, I have a feeling that Yoongi got a “matching tattoo with the rest of the rapline, so his tattoo is somewhere on one of his legs …These boys have spent YEARS OF THEIR LIFE fighting against all sorts of prejudice, hate, nonsense, and more. It used to be from those who never gave them a chase, but now it seems that the adversary-wave is coming from within the fandom. YEAH IT LOOKS BAD RIGHT ABOUT NOW. But let's emphasize the LOOKS part of that sentence, because Social media “ARMY” aren’t IT. 

When you spend too much time on any SM, it will feel like that’s what ARMY is ALL about but I can guarantee you that there are so many ARMY out there who don’t know or care about the noise and just mind their business and keep streaming and advocating for the right causes. There are ARMY who do their best to support the boys in the best way they can, even if they can’t afford to buy every single piece of merch. 

There are also ARMY who are waiting for the boys to come back and also those people who have no idea yet, but will suddenly become ARMY in 2026 when THE BIGGEST COMEBACK THIS PLANET WOULD HAVE EVER WITNESSED, will kick off after they announce their world tour. In conclusion, as always, DO AS YOU SEE FIT, but if you decide that, believing and following people who think that having the boys competing against each other for future solo supremacy is where it’s at, all I’d “cutely” have to say is that:

THEY DIDN’T STUTTER: OT7 IS ENDGAME.

HAPPY ARMY DAY 🫰🏾.

Always respectfully yours,

Marengo. 

#Marengo Goes UGH! #HAPPY ARMY DAY #They Didn't Stutter #OT7 ARMY

[kiwiraccoon]

What Happens In Vegas Pt.1

Yeosang x fem!reader

Description: By complete chance two people from two different worlds meet in a place where the phrase “What Happens In Vegas Stays In Vegas” was born. They spend their time getting to know each other and building a bond that might lead to one of them uprooting their life at the end of the trip.

Word Count: 2454

Notes: first person POV, drinking, gambling

This vacation is more needed than I initially realized, the tension in my shoulders finally releasing enough to let my mind not focus on how this dress sits against my skin. Dressing up while traveling solo seems dangerous, but my job has me doing it in places that aren’t in my home country. The only difference is this time I’m dressing up for myself only, my job doesn’t allow me to build relationships outside of acquaintances since I’m constantly moving from country to country to find the best stories. Freelance writing always made sense to me, and now as a traveling blogger, my only real focus is finding where I truly belong.  

I’m celebrating myself and my accomplishments on this trip, finally embracing the freedom I have from no longer working for anyone but myself. I plan to do that the only way I know how by experiencing the places I travel to and what they have to offer. Las Vegas has so many experiences under its glamorous look, from hidden places in casinos to well-known celebrity’s history. Of course, the only place to start is a casino, specifically the one I’m staying in.

Walking out of the elevators I can feel eyes on me, either out of curiosity, envy, or lust. I don’t blame them, I know my worth and I have the right amount of confidence that shows in my walk. My dress screams confidence too, with the black color and form-fitting design, I even stared at myself in the mirror. 

Without thinking I make my way to the counter to get my casino card and put my information in the system so I can get my earnings, hopefully. The nice woman at the counter asks me, “Are you here by yourself?”

Without missing a beat I smile and answer with a small laugh, “I’m crazy aren’t I?” We both laugh together before I make my way over to the one table I know I can win at, roulette. It seems funny to have a card when I make it to the table and see they are still using chips at the table, but I know at one point I will make my way over to the computerized game so I can use my logic while being able to see the last winning hits. 

The one good thing about my previous job was that I could make a lot of money and never have to use it. America feeds off of money, and that’s why I left. I would have never had any money to spare if I stayed here, and now I can have fun without worrying about how much I can and cannot spend.

Instantly I hand over a $100 bill to receive my chips and wait for the table worker to tell me when I can bet. It doesn’t take long for the table to fill up after I sit down, and my first bets use all of my money. 25 on black, 25, on even, 25 on the 2nd 12, and 25 on the 3rd column. I always start with these bets, never changing my strategy, it’s more likely to have a hit with these bets than not. I watch with a blank face as the ball spins, zero worries if I have one hit, all hits, or no hits.

Before I know it I’m being pat on the back and a smile makes its way onto my face, 24 was hit and it checked off every one of my bets. I make my next bets and continue to bump my winnings with either one hit or a few, by the time I decide to leave the table there is a crowd of people watching, wondering how a woman by herself in Vegas was winning roulette like it was a simple mobile game. 

“Excuse me,” I repeat many times to make my way out of the crowd holding my shoulder purse close to me as it was full of my winnings. I try to make my way back to my hotel room to drop off most of the money as I know having a lot of money on you in Vegas is probably the dumbest thing you could do. I had a few drinks by now and the buzz was working its way through my system.

Pressing the button to go up on the elevator I wait patiently, ignoring all the prying eyes of those within the casino. Checking the time on my watch I see that it’s around 2 a.m. and mentally make a note of how long I was at the table, 2 hours. The elevator doors open and I instantly walk on thinking no one would be coming down at this hour, but I was so wrong. 

My smaller frame makes contact with someone leaving the elevator and I stumble out of shock that someone would be coming down, their hands instantly grab onto my shoulders to balance my stance. “Oh god, I’m so sorry,” I say instantly and move one of my hands to push some curled hair from my face to look at the person who is still holding me steady. When my eyes meet his I realize how much this might seem like a cliche, but I can’t really care much as I do deserve to have one cute moment in my life, even if this will be the last time.

Instead of saying the simple ‘it’s okay,’ he simply chuckles at my apology and moves us to the side out of the way of the elevator as there are people behind me wanting to get to their rooms as well. The confusion builds in my mind when I realize instead of walking away he kept me at arm's length and moved us out of people's way. “I-”

“I’m not mad, I just have to talk to you more.” He admits, his hands slightly squeezing my upper arms that he still has within his grasp.

“Oh,” I pause thinking of my next words while getting lost in his eyes that draw me in. “Why is that?”

“I’m not sure, but I plan on figuring it out. I’m Yeosang by the way.” He steps back slightly dropping his hands from my arms and stretching one out in what seems like an awkward handshake. I can hear the slight foreign accent in his speech and realize he isn’t American and English definitely isn’t his first language. Although, I must admit he is pretty good at it.

I shake his hand softly, reigning in my need to show that I’m an independent woman through the interaction. “I’m y/n. You’re not from here, don’t make yourself uncomfortable on my account I hardly live in America myself.” 

“Oh, good.” There is a building awkward silence and I notice he might be slightly uncomfortable in an open setting.

“Yeosang,” I say his name as a way to test my pronunciation and he seems pleased by the way I said it. “I was heading to my room to drop off something, if you want to come with you can, or we can meet up. How long are you here for?”

“You don’t mind?” I nod at his words seeing a relief flash in his eyes that makes him look adorable in contrast to his strictly handsome features. “I’ll be here for one more day.” He makes the move to push the ‘up’ button on the elevator, showing he really does want to spend more time together. 

“So you leave tomorrow or the following day?” I ask to fill the empty space hoping to limit the awkward tense.

“Tomorrow,” he says, there is slight sadness in his voice that makes me look up into his eyes only to look right back at the elevators as I hear the doors ding. We both step onto the elevator leaving some space between us but more space between the other strangers who joined the ride. “What floor?” He asks looking at me as he is closer to the buttons.

“Oh, um, the top floor.” I avoid his eyes as I say that, realizing that I’m exposing how much I splurged on this solo trip. He lets out a small chuckle at my avoidance yet hits the button anyway and shuffles slightly closer to me. Onlookers would think we have known each other for years with how close we stand, but in reality, it's a shared comfort we have around each other that was instant and I only now realize it. I never felt a sense of anxiety when he touched me, only feeling apologetic for running into him, and I never felt unsafe in his presence which should be wrong, but it feels more than right.

Slowly people exit onto their floors eventually leaving us alone in the small space but neither of us moves to create space between us, we both enjoy it. When the elevator stops he lets me leave the space first, either out of chivalry or just so I can lead the way. We remain in silence on the short walk to my suite, embracing the comfortable silence that has built between us. It should be scandalous to bring a man to your room during the first time meeting, but nothing about this interaction feels that way. I open the door with my key card and hold it open behind me for him to enter, I quickly make my way to the living space to hurriedly put away the excess amount of money I have on me, hoping he doesn’t see. I never liked flaunting what I have, but I can’t lie, the independence of it all makes me feel confident in myself. I was able to afford this space and risk losing money all on my own, it feels nice.

“Funny, your room is the mirror image of mine.” He says, his confidence rising in the private space. It takes a moment for his words to register in my mind.

“You also have a suite?” I ask now turning to face his as my task is complete and standing up straight to watch as he works out the difference in the rooms.

He chuckles again and I can’t lie and say the sound isn’t attractive. “Yeah, my bedroom is actually on that side,” he points to the opposite side of the living space of my room, “and the couch is on that wall.”

“Guess you should know your way around then,” I let out my own laugh. “Do you mind if I change into something more comfortable? This dress is starting to feel constricting.”

I watch as his eyes trail over my body, taking in the details to remember before responding, “go ahead.”

I scamper over to the bedroom and rush to grab an oversized t-shirt and comfortable shorts, knowing I want nothing more than to just relax and I just hope he is okay with that after all I did today. As I go to leave the room after changing I notice the door was left slightly open in my rush and I only hope the mirror in the room did not let him see, but I can’t fight the excitement in me that slightly hopes he could see. Walking out into the living area I see he has made himself comfortable on the couch and is scrolling through his phone, but the second he sees my figure through his peripheral vision he puts the phone away and gives me his undivided attention. My heart speeds up at this. 

“You don’t mind just hanging out here, do you? I know you leave tomorrow, so I hope you didn’t have any plans for the night, and if you did, you can totally go do them, I’ll just hopefully get your number an-”

“Y/n.” He cuts me off. 

“I was rambling. Sorry.” We both chuckle and he pats the spot next to him on the couch silently asking me to sit near him which I don’t hesitate missing that comfortable feeling between us. 

He smiles when I sit near him, “It was cute. I have no plans, I was just going to walk around because I was bored.” 

“So you don’t mind hanging out here with me tonight?” I ask to settle my nerves that have finally been set free from the intoxication that is leaving my body.

“I want to be here, I told you I want to figure out why I stopped you.” He reminds me, and it makes a smile return to my face and slight embarrassment for how we met. 

Without second guessing I open my phone and go to create a new contact to hand to him, I don’t want to risk him leaving and us never speaking again. It shocks me, and him. Usually, I wouldn’t mind letting someone I meet become someone I met in passing, but for some reason, the thought of him becoming that sends anxiety running through my veins. He puts his number in my phone then texts himself, and when he hands me back my phone I can’t help but smile at the name he chose. It's just his name but the emojis that follow remind me of his cute laugh, the simple blushing face, and a white heart.

“How long until you leave?” I ask.

“About 4 hours.”

I look at him with a shocked expression, “why are you awake?” He laughs, genuinely laughs at my expression while covering his mouth in the process, a little action I can already feel myself adorning. 

“The travel time is more than enough time for me to sleep and readjust to the time change.” His explanation makes a lot of sense, and I understand it completely from my own travels.

“Where are you from?” The question had been bubbling in the back of my mind since I picked up on his accent, but there was just never the right time to ask. 

“South Korea, have you been?” My heart stops at the revelation.

“Oh my god, it makes sense!” The way my voice picks up intensity makes him now look at me in shock but also silently asking me to explain. “Oh, sorry,” I chuckle, “I have been to South Korea many times and fell in love with the country. I was actually going back after this trip.” He makes a noise of understanding and turns to face me more on the couch placing his arm against the back, and I don’t miss the way his fingers begin to play with the curled hair that I left down.

“You fell in love with South Korea, but do you think you could fall in love in South Korea?”

#ateez #ateez x reader #yeosang #yeosang x reader #yeosang imagines #ateez fanfic

[frocor8]

I spent the day running errands, my son by my side, laughing, joking, messing around. Searching for pork chops, getting a watchband, talking with the GameStop guy. All with a toothache and braving the negative temperatures.

I spent the day hearing about what he thinks. Exploring the filters he sees the world through.

I’ll never understand how someone doesn’t want to experience his world, his vision, his light.

So when I see him ignored, pushed to the side for something that just isn’t as important, frivolous or selfish, I feel deeply sad for her. I feel sad that the connection I once envied is already fading to nothing.

Then I think about you. You understand what she is missing. I saw my whole future in your eyes. I think of what Sundays with you could be. You drawing, or working on a project, maybe you got inspiration that morning and couldn’t wait to create it.

I make breakfast, we drag my kid out of bed at ten, he complains about it being a weekend and he should sleep in, then within 5 minutes you joke with him that we should have left him in bed because it would be quieter, then proceed to talk to him all about what stars are made of. Then you talk about art, about color and dreams because you two are the same in that way.

We’d eat together, he’d play a game, and I’d open the MacBook to finish planning all the trips this year. Some together, some solo, one couples trip, and this year, we are going out of the country together - to your dream place… somewhere your mom and you wanted to go. We are taking her with us. In many ways, she is always with us.

You keep on the project, you can’t help it when you have inspiration. I think about how you couldn’t be more beautiful than you are right now. I turn on pre-game. I keep the volume low because, my dear, I want to do nothing to change your focus or that little smile on your face. I put my jersey on, it’s the blue one this year because we haven’t lost yet… yet… it’s the Chargers we will.

Fast forward. Chargers win, you only poke me twice for being loud, a new record, but to be fair, we beat the Panthers, easily.

You hop in bed, on the iPad now… still creating. I get my boy ready for bed, he runs in, hugs you, tells you goodnight and that he loves you. He means it. You give him so much love. You connect. You get him. You’re both artists, just different types of creativity.

I tuck him in… he’s probably too old for it but I won’t stop until he tells me to. I come back to the bed, our bed. I slide into the bed, under your arm and put my head on your stomach like a dog. You giggle, and run you fingers through my hair. I ask you about your project. You tell me about it and the inspiration and why you hate it. I tell you you’re crazy to hate it and I love it. I sit up, lean in and kiss you. I tell you I love you, and you have never been more beautiful. You roll your eyes, tell me you love me too.

I change, get back in bed, and get the feeling of sadness I get when a day is almost over. It’s different now though… before when I found you. Because work is for you, laundry is for you, dishes are for you, working out is for you. Life is so much better when it’s not just for me, but for those in my heart. Him and you. And that enough for me.

This isn’t reality. I love my son. He’s growing, becoming a man before my eyes. You’re not here though. I don’t get to see that smile, admire your art, or feel you next to me.

No game day Sundays. No breakfast. No traditions. No partnership. No admiring how much you love a child who isn’t yours. No breathing you in while we fall asleep together. This is just a dream, what my heart wants. It’s okay you don’t… just heartbreaking because we both do not have that love and now, we never will.

[travelynx]

My first "solo" travel... with random people.

Being a book worm has its own perks and I savoured the fruit of my weirdly-inspired academic excellence at the age of 11 years old, in 1996. My beloved teachers signed me to a general knowledge contest on the last grade of elementary school, and by the grace of Quetzalcoatl, Athena and Thot, I managed to be a finalist and win a week-long trip to Mexico City (along with a bunch of kids of my state). The prize included to meet the president, but to be honest, that was not even interesting for me, it kind of came with the "package" and was unavoidable.

As I said before, I liked Mexico City because of my multiple trips with my mom, I loved the good food and the city buildings, so the trip for me was similar to my regular vacations... But in fact, it was my first time to travel without any supervision from my parents (or any other people I knew before). However, I´ve always been very open to the "unknown", and back then, I didn´t mind much who I was going with and I wasn´t expecting much, but to my surprise the whole thing turned out to be a great experience.

All the nerdy and good hearted bunch of kids that I went with were friendly and all the places we visited were spectacular. We had planned activities back to back for the whole week, and I was barely able to sleep and have a thought for myself, and I think I only called back home once in the whole week (I will check this later with my mom, but I´m pretty sure I was a very detached child).

The week went away through a whirlwind of places: La Secretaría de Educación Pública, el Palacio de Gobierno, el Zoológico de Chapultepec, el Campo Marte, el Heroico Colegio Militar, Teotihuacán archaeological site, a fancy dinner with the president (Ernesto Zedillo back in the day), a bunch of other places I barely remember and a farewell party at the end of the week with all the smart boys and girls in the huge hotel we all were staying (easily around 400 children). One of the things I remember the most was talking with some military men, as we were having lunch with them in the Campo Marte (a military base), asking them about their schedules and regular life. Not a common thing to do.

Now that I think of all of it, it was a little bit surreal, and it marked my life for good. Making a quick search, I found that nowadays the prize for the same knowledge contest in Mexico (Olimpiada del Conocimiento Infantil) is a boring and lame "scholarship" of $1,000.00 MX pesos (or $50 USD) every month for 3 years and only if they maintain their excellent notes. A total bullsh*t I say. That´s not a decent price for being the most badass book worm of the whole elementary school, and I say they need to change it back to this amazing trip with great food, guided (educative) tours and fancy hotel.

#bookworm #elementaryschool #throwbackstories #travelynx

In this photo: Edinburgh, Scotland.

This was the first city out of México that I ventured to live in. The only thing that I knew about it was the things I had read in some history books about the Jacobite rebellions, their national hero William Wallace and a romantic and fictional novel called "Outlander". For this first adventure, I got a scholarship (a good one!) from the goverment that allowed me to apply -and finish- a master´s degree in the University of Edinburgh (with merit!). Also, it gave me the opportunity to mingle with people from other countries and make everlasting friendships. All the things they say about europeans being cold is a lie, I must tell you. Just give them enough time (or alcohol) and they will chill enough to crack some jokes and relax. #Edinburgh #scotland

A bad quality picture of my dearest elementary school teachers, with my fancy school uniform. #elementaryschool #nerdgirl

Some years later with my teacher Emma, the kindest soul in the whole school.

Some of my Edinburgh Super Friends. Love you guys.

[chibi-pix]

Chibi watches V3D 01

Heyo, lovelies! Been a while since my last "Chibi watches", huh? Well, I'm back. And we'll see how long I can do this because I've got Voltron: The Third Dimension to get through. And. Well. It may be an episode at a time thing. Now, as a preface to this, here's a couple things. I have seen an episode for certain courtesy of @lion-time suggesting one to me. And it's possible that I may have seen an episode or so as a kid with my little brother; but I've been hit in the head way too many times over the years, I can't be sure. There were a handful of CGI shows we would catch on weekends visiting Grammy. Anyway, without further ado, let's see if I remember how to do these watches.

Anyway. Episode 1. Something about Bastille-12.

I don't have much to say about the intro and battle. Sorry 'bout that. And by not having much, I mean I have absolutely nothing.

And. Seeing Zarkon? I just don't trust him being good. Something feels off. And if I'm right or wrong, please do not spoil it. And watching him move and sway. Like, dude? You acting like you're all that and a bag of chips with swagger. What the hell, man? Well, whatever. You do you. But it is nice seeing him move around instead of just sitting on his throne for the most part in DotU. Good on you for finally getting up. It's good for you.

And Lotor. Didn't miss you, man. "But he's not gonna win any beauty contests." Damn, Zarkon, I knew you were a jerk to your son, but still. "If you don't wanna talk to me, I brought someone who is a lot prettier." Ooh, self burn? But he's not wrong. Though, I gotta admit, I'm not too used to/big on this CGI style, but I do like how he looks in it.

Allura speaking and offering friendship and peace. Feels forced. Honey, I like to think there's good in folks, but... this is Lotor. A toxic bastard. There's no helping him.

And hearing Lotor speak. I'm just... Look. Don't get me wrong, I love the actor. But I for the life of me cannot hear Lotor. I only hear Tim Curry.

With the team retired, it feels nice seeing Lance doing stunt shows. And his piloting through the course, it reminds me of my childhood of playing Star Fox on the Super Nintendo (yeah, I'm getting old, I know). Except he's good at it. I always crashed. Of course, I spoke too soon with that one when he got ballsy and crashed. I'm actually not surprised. And I appreciate his sass. Gotta love that attitude a bit.

Poor Pidge feeling old. Buddy, wait until VF, then you can feel a little old. Not that you being 24 there is old. "Will you sign my jpeg?" Gods, that comment. I was gonna ask, "What is this, the 90s?" because that felt like a 90s comment and... uh... this came out late 90s, didn't it?

But, overall? I did enjoy seeing Hunk and Pidge. But poor Hunk didn't have his headband. C'mon, creators! Why'd you take his headband!?

Ah, Keith on his little solo mission. And I love Lance sneaking on. Also, watching Lance, does he have a tiny ponytail? Awww! And Keith giving in and letting Lance join. “Alright Lance, I’ll take you along. I don’t know what I’m gonna tell the high command.” “Tell them I’m your little brother. Mom said you have to take me along.” This dialogue made me giggle. I love it.

And seeing the portal open, my first thought is a wormhole. Okay, that may be my VLD coming in.

“What?! You brought me out here on a ship with no blasters?” “I didn’t bring you out here; you snuck onto my ship.” Ah, more sassy dialogue. I love it. And Keith calling it a "vector jump", I just wanna call it a hyper jump.

What is with Coran's appearance? Go figure. And it's almost amusing at how ready he is to shoot the others down. Not that I blame him. He just wants to protect the castle. "It's changing course! As if some power is guiding it." Ah, welcome to the 90s, with cheesy yet oddly amusing dialogue.

"Still crashing into everything. "You really ought to let me give you a flying lesson." Damn, Allura. But perfect.

"Cut the trip down memory lane, Pidge." Awww! C'mon, Lance! Let Pidge have his memories! He deserves to have memories and be happy about them. Or maybe that's just the part of me who loves stories and memories. I love Hunk just yeeting the equipment to the side. "We'd go to the end of the universe for you, Princess." Hunk, you're adorable.

"You always were kind of a bucket head, Lotor." Okay, look, I'm a Pidge supporter. But. That tone and comment. He's a bit of a little shit, isn't he? And his actions and teasing to get a reaction out of Lotor. I mean... Hmm. Well, in time I'll get more about this Pidge.

And seeing Lotor escaped? That doesn't surprise me.

"Ah gee, we'd love to stay and help you panic, but we better go catch up with our friends. See ya!" Hunk wasting no time. I love it.

Lance calling that robot dude a glorified calculator made me grin. That's the sort of thing I'd say, too. I love it. And I support him going off. Yeah, man! Screw the orders! You do you, man! His team better go and help him. They're a team. They shouldn't listen to orders telling them to stand down. They're the defenders of the universe for a reason.

Well, how about that. Going through the episode. Twice. I turned it on for my initial watch and for notes, and turned it on again while writing this. Go figure how I survived watching the episode twice in a row. But, here I am.

Anyway, that is the first Chibi Watches for this series. Hopefully I can get myself to watch more episodes over time. It'll be slow going, but I've got this. Hopefully. Wish me luck. Until next time!

#Chibi Watches #chibi watches v3d #voltron the third dimension #V3D #chibi writes

[bizarrequazar]

GJ and ZZH Updates — August 21-27

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This is part of a weekly series collecting updates from and relating to Gong Jun and Zhang Zhehan.

This post is not wholly comprehensive and is intended as an overview, links provided lead to further details. Dates are in accordance with China Standard Time, the organization is chronological. My own biases on some things are reflected here. Anything I include that is not concretely known is indicated as such, and you’re welcome to do your own research and draw your own conclusions as you see fit. Please let me know if you have any questions, comments, concerns, or additions. :)

[Glossary of names and terms] [Masterlist of my posts about the situation with Zhang Zhehan]

08-21 → 361° posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ Another similar tea-peddling scam seems to have started being used with Deng Lun, another cancelled artist.

→ The Instagram posted another set of photos and a video of the supposed biking trip Zhang Sanjian and co. went on. Fan Observations:  -  One photo shows his knee being improperly iced; the length of his leg and toes do not match Zhang Zhehan’s.  -  The trip from Yunnan to Hunan that they supposedly did in a day takes fourteen hours by car.   -  The caption uses vocabulary not used in mainland Chinese.

→ Two unreleased photos from a photoshoot Gong Jun did for Marie Claire last year (released 21-05-28) were posted by the photographer.

08-22 → Peng Lihu, Golden Shield Cloud Institute, and 上海成雨’s Weibo accounts were muted. Peng Lihu had said he was going to “voluntarily mute himself to focus on work” less than 12 hours earlier.

→ The Instagram posted ten photos from the supposed bike trip, two of which show “Zhang Zhehan”. They finally thought to put dirt on the bike.

→ Go Fighting! episode 8 aired. Gong Jun did not appear in this episode as he was busy with filming. [full episode]

→ People’s Energy Network posted a quote from Gong Jun, citing him as a positive energy icon for youth: “Chew the hardships you encounter like a meal, life is meant to be digested slowly by yourself anyway. No longer wander the endless road of growth, but win through experience, search for direction and keep looking.” [quoted translation]

→ The teashop was fined 900 RMB for false advertising with the person in charge listed as Chen Qunling, Chen Yiling’s relative (presumably her sibling).

08-23 → Hsu Fu Chi posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ Sheena announced the total amount raised during the charity drive she organized over the weekend of 08-13, totaling $3,186.13 USD.

→ Colgate posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ VogueFilm posted a solo promotional image featuring Gong Jun for the short film “Hello, Hello” shortly followed by the magazine cover featuring both him and his co-star. Gong Jun’s studio reposted the latter with the added caption, “Multi-dimensional space changes, virtual and reality are intertwined. Start a wonderful fantasy journey together with boss @ Gong Jun Simon 😎.” A hashtag about this got on Weibo’s hotsearch.

An hour later VogueFilm also posted nine promotional stills from the film, followed by a ten second teaser video. The caption for the video included, “After experiencing the life of AI firsthand, we asked Gong Jun, if you had an AI, what kind of settings would you like to give him? Gong Jun thought for a while, and then said with certainty: ‘I hope he can be as firm and persistent* as I am.’ These are the words Gong Jun said to ‘AI Gong Jun’, but also to himself.” *执着, specifically persistence in refusing to let go. [source]

→ Gong Jun posted four of the same promotional stills. Caption: “Hello, Hello.” This was reposted by his studio with the added caption, “The virtual world is full of smoke. Boss @ Gong Jun Simon invites you to watch the movie ‘Hello, Hello’ 🎬.”

→ VogueFilm posted nine behind the scenes photos.

→ #龚俊simon and #GongJun trended on Twitter.

→ The Instagram posted eight more photos from the supposed bike trip. The bike bag in one photo looks like it was intentionally rubbed in dirt to make it look less new. A ridiculous amount of water armies were hired to like Xie Yihua’s Weibo post of the photos. 

This whole bike trip saga isn’t being met with the enthusiasm Xie Yihua and co. seem to have hoped for, as a number of other big accounts (that have been shown to have ties to CAPA) have been trying to direct traffic to it.

→ Rising with the Wind’s screenwriter said in comments that the show’s trailer is currently in editing and might be released soon, and that the editing of the show itself has been completed.

08-24 → #ZhangZhehanIsInnocent and CAPA trended on Twitter.

→ Gong Jun posted a commercial he did for Hogan. (1129 kadian) This was then reposted by Hogan.

→ Hogan posted four photo ads featuring Gong Jun. (1129 kadian) Gong Jun also posted these on his Instagram. Caption: “Cool? 😈”

→ The Zhang Sanjian WeChat account posted a laughably cringey “a day in the life of” post only to delete it shortly after because of how bad the reception was lol.

→ A staff member posted a couple behind the scenes photos from the Hogan photoshoot, including a picture he took with her and a couple others.

→ Colgate posted a commercial and a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ The Instagram posted ten more photos and videos of “Zhang Zhehan” and “Xiaoyu” from the supposed bike trip.

→ Hogan posted nine behind the scenes pictures from the photoshoot.  Fan Observation: Not an exact kadian, but this was posted at 17:29.

→ Gong Jun reposted a post from Chongqing Post about recent severe weather conditions in the region with the added caption, “Heavens bless Chongqing, help Chongqing, let us #protect this city together# !” His studio did the same with the caption, “Help Chongqing, let's guard it together!”

→ #GongJun trended on Twitter.

08-25 → The Instagram posted more photos from the bike trip.

08-26 → Hogan posted a behind the scenes video from the photoshoot. (1129 kadian) Gong Jun’s studio reposted it with the caption, “On the set it is unrestrained, recording the infinite energy release of boss @ Gong Jun Simon!” Fan Observation: Possible kadian on the repost. 12:20 → 1+2+2=5 → 51129 with the Hogan timestamp.

→ Fresh posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun. 

→ 361° posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ Reporter Bai Ying’s Weibo account was muted and the ability to change his personal information was disabled, with the reason given being that the account had violated laws. It’s unconfirmed at this time, but this is believed to be done in cases where the account holder “has infringed another’s rights and is in litigation or is currently being supervised and punished.” [source]

08-27 → A Twitter space was held reviewing the timeline of Zhang Zhehan and Gong Jun’s relationship in autumn 2020. [recording] (written notes forthcoming)

→ Gong Jun posted a vlog, caption: “Shallow tour of west Sichuan”, and commented with the background music: “BGM: 1.accusefive - Pain Toast 2.Coldplay - Orphans 🤗” [subbed video] His studio reposted it with the added caption, “Come and travel west Sichuan with boss @ Gong Jun Simon 😎, and there is an exclusive ‘Gong’ revealing content, come quickly.” He later also posted the video to his Xiao Hong Shu with the caption “Eat, play and visit western Sichuan. Wuhu~” Fan Observations:  -  Eleventh 浅, ninth only counting Weibo.   -  Gong Jun was wearing a blue mask at one point in the video.  -  At 2:16 in the video, there is what seems to be a second voice for a moment that sounds like Zhang Zhehan. Take this with a grain of salt.

→ #JunZhe trended on Twitter.

→ Kangshifu posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ The Instagram posted ten more photos from the bike trip. Fan Observations: It was determined by signs in the background that the photos were taken in Yunnan, about 240km (about a 13-16 hour bike ride) from where they started.

Additional Reading: → Flora’s daily fan news thread

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[simslegacy5083]

NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 8 Ep. 70: Major Achievements

When newlywed Nikita finished her first term of university her late night “study buddy” sessions with her now husband Paul helped her win top marks.

Paul was almost as excited for his cousin August, who was finally graduating this term. He hadn’t been able to help August study much and had missed hanging out with his best friend while he had been busy with his own studies and campus life.

Paul was eager to celebrate the end of term accomplishments of his two favorite scholars.

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The household kicked things off by attending August’s graduation ceremony and helping him pack up his belongings. He would be moving into the spare bedroom at the homestead temporarily while he secured a job and decided where he wanted to put down roots.

While on campus Nikita’s eye was caught by a banner advertising guest lectures. It seemed like any interested sim could attend, not just students and alumni. She excitedly showed Paul, who immediately snapped a picture of the details and agreed to go with her.

He was eager to have another Scholastic activity to share with her that didn’t involve grades, tests, papers, and stress.

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With August moved, the family’s next stop was the Sulani lounge for their planned evening of relaxing celebration.

Arriving at the island venue Peachy and Paul got signed up for the talent showcase. Between his job and his study sessions with Nikita, Paul hadn’t focused on his comedy in quite awhile, but all skill levels were welcome and after the last time he figured it might be fun.

With the comedy events scheduled for later in the night, everyone had time to enjoy chatting and card games. As Jack made small talk with Peachy and August, he realized that he no longer felt the need to fly solo when he could hang with his friends instead. His idea of a “good time” had changed!

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At the end of the evening the men took their turn at the mic and even ran into some other friends! Candor joined them to watch the performance, while Peppino took a pic with his old student “the comedy star” and made plans to get together for another guitar lesson again soon.

Now it was time to swing by the house, grab their packed bags and their furry friends, and head off to their next adventure. Nikita and Paul were turning their honeymoon into an excursion for the whole household; a trip guaranteed to have a little something for everyone.

It had been a long time coming and they couldn’t wait to get started.

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[seratlantisite]

Spirit of Justice Rewrite

version 1, wherein i tried to work with what's already in the game and the least number of changes to make something more interesting to me. v2 will be where i scrap this game for parts

6.1 the Foreign Turnabout

Every few years Khura’in hosts an international conference for spirit channelling. Every school sends representatives and they share their techniques and knowledge. Because different schools exist in this world. Like they implied in the original trilogy.

As she has been Master of her school for several years now, Maya attends. And she brings Phoenix because it will be fun, like that trip to London ten years back!

Everything immediately goes wrong. Like that trip to London ten years back!

The case proceeds the same but Maya is there as his co-counsel just for funsies.

6.2 Turnabout Storyteller

This case works better as a soft introduction to Nahyuta and a straight forward case for him to have on his exchange trip, I think:

Athena has to take this solo because Phoenix is on vacation and Apollo is already on a case. They’re the Wright agency. They are well known. They get a LOT of requests. Fight me Capcom. They can just work different cases you don't always need to banish people! ...ahem. Nahyuta is very excited to face one of the infamous Wright lawyers in court.

But unlike the other two, Athena has published research about her power and Widget. So Nahyuta spent all night reading all her and her mother’s papers, so he is ready to counter it. This is where his reputation for research comes in. Not about some insecurity nonsense, but because he found a flaw in her technology. Widget is still experimental, it happens. But the player doesn’t know this yet, the testimony just isn’t making sense. But Simon, with some experience with Metis and more importantly experience in being an ass hole sees that Nahyuta is doing something, so he jumps in. That’s his niece dammit no one messes with her but him. Together they figure out what the hell Nahyuta is doing. It ads a “fun” extra layer to the game play because he does not stop his dirty trick just because they figured it out. Simon voice ‘that smug self-righteous little prick’. But like the law, science is ever evolving so Athena will adapt!

After the case Nahyuta comes to congratulate the defence. He genuinely enjoyed himself, it was an honour to face Athena. He leaves and Apollo, only on his recess, comes over to check how it’s going. Athena says the name of the prosecutor and Apollo reacts so hard it hurts her ears. The chapter ends right there.

6.3 the Rite of Turnabout

Maya leaves Nick to his own devices for a bit so she and her new friends can prepare for the Rite. And of course that's when murder happens. The suspect is one of the visiting mediums. Maya, for once, is the key witness! The suspect is her friend, sure, but she barely knows them. She genuinely has no idea if they really did it or not. She cannot bring herself to ask Phoenix to help them but… she can’t just leave them.

Phoenix is faced with the choice – allow someone go unrepresented, or risk his life for someone who might have done the crime. Rayfa is already sure what he will do, and that makes his choice for him. He has to show her that the right to a fair trial is what is important. When he ultimately wins at the end of a gruelling fight, it is pure chance his client was innocent. But they would have been executed if Nick had not tried and this hits Rayfa harder.

“Sometimes my clients are guilty, yes. Then it’s not about setting them free, but getting a fair sentence.” “But you – you help the wicked!” “Well so do your prosecutors every time they send an innocent to jail. You need both, Princess. You need balance.”

Nahyuta prepared for facing The Phoenix Wright, by spending all night coming up with the most batshit insane theories he could. When Phoenix proposes something, Nahyuta already has evidence against it. It takes Phoenix like three layers of nonsense bluffing on an idea to reach something Nahyuta did not think of and finally get some ground.

On the investigation between trial days Phoenix, and I cannot stress this enough, calls his loved ones. He cannot bring himself to tell them what has happened but he just wants to hear his daughter’s voice.

Nahyuta, and I cannot stress this enough, wants to find the rebel hunter. Except he will not and cannot admit that. He keeps pushing Phoenix, giving him weird openings to poke at that identity. Keeps not taking the quick opening for the win because he wants to find the hunter. Phoenix Maya and the judge are so confused but Nahyuta only says he wants the defence to feel like they did all they could.

The case ends on a cut scene of Nahyuta and Dhuke locking eyes across the smoke of the court room as the music swells.

6.4 the Magical Turnabout

It’s been a week since Mr Wright and Maya should have come back from their trip, longer since the end of her friend’s trial. The last the Agency heard from them it was confusing, something about things were a mess. Or maybe the weather was. Maya kept ‘chiming in’ so it was hard to hear. They are missing Trucy’s dress rehearsal but they will get back in time for the actual debut. ...hopefully.

Cue the murder! They have to call in Nahyuta to prosecute because no one who works for Miles can do it, ethically. And Miles doesn’t trust other districts not to try and hurt him through his god-and-or-step-daughter. Apollo cannot believe he is going to have to face off against his brother. He could barely believe Athena but, there he is. Little Yuty, all grown up.

Nahyuta has prepared for Apollo’s powers too, like he has all others. He stresses the witness out so much they are nothing but tics so Apollo can’t find just one. Athena is ready though. She was waiting for Nahyuta to pull some shit. She is paying forward what she learned in her case and is ready with Therapy sessions to calm the witness down and get her own piece of information out of them. Nahyuta just gives a smarmy smile and says ‘that is fine. Unlike some I do not need any underhanded tricks’. Athena almost punches him.

Obviously, the case needs to better explore Trucy’s feelings about the Gramarye’s and having to carry their legacy. When the judge asks her to smile again Athena and Apollo tell him off.

As they stand in the lobby after the case Phoenix kicks down the door, dishevelled and panicked and looking for his daughter and oh thank god she is okay. The flying tackle hug Trucy gives her daddy gets a whole animated cut scene. He had talked to them on the phone yesterday and promised he was already on his way and he is so sorry he couldn’t get here sooner but Trucy is just happy he is here now. Apollo sighs and is like you’re okay. We’re okay. Everything is going to be fine.

Right?

6.5.1 the Civil Turnabout

So. Here’s the thing. I am so sick of hostage situations. They keep using them badly instead of actual good new writing just to capitalize off Farewell My Turnabout. No more. I had an idea for this, where Nahyuta is sent to be Phoenix’s co-counsel (watch dog) to make sure he gets the orb. But Apollo gets through to Nahyuta who breaks down and gives Dhurke the locations of hostages he needs to save, via an old rebel code Apollo only half remembers and Dhurke is like… wait no that person? No, they’re fine already lol. And there is this tense moment where Nahyuta can’t trust Dhurke to give the whole truth instead of what is convenient for him so Nick turns to Apollo like is it true?? Is she safe?? And you as Apollo get to chose if you trust Dhurke or not. And if you trust him, Nick is so relieved he literally throws his badge at Paul Atishon’s head like fuck you I quit.

But I am so sick of their hostage situations.

Instead!

When Dhurke shows up to ask for Apollo’s help Phoenix is already in Kurain because Maya needed his help suddenly. And when Apollo Dhurke and Trucy get there, they learn, oh, the help she needed was dealing with the estate of this suddenly dead man (“Maya you aren’t on trial you don’t need to call me every time someone dies” “IT WAS REFLEX NICK!”)

But then Phoenix sees Dhurke and he. Is so suspicious. And blames Dhurke a little bit for the last case he worked in Khura’in. A lot bit actually. Sneaking him and Maya out of Khura’in did not make up for what Datz pulled. And Phoenix has been talking to Sarge, who is being lied to by Paul. But all Phoenix knows is this newly orphaned child does not want these strangers to take the orb. And his dad instincts kick in. So he has to stand up for this scared little girl so, Sorry Apollo, he won’t let this happen. See you in court tomorrow.

Trucy joins her dad as co-counsel because she’s getting a lot of Weird Vibes tm from Dhurke and she has. Daddy issues. And maybe thinks they can save Apollo from Dhurke. She’s still dealing with some shit alright leave her alone. Athena joins Apollo because she has no stakes either way but Apollo will super duper lose on his own against those two. They will still lose, probably, definitely, but maybe not as quickly if they work together? “Such confidence Athena.” “Teamwork makes the Dream Work!”

Except they actually do make ground? They get through to Sarge and Phoenix that this is alright, so Sarge wants to drop the case. But then Atishon jumps in saying, no, a child’s whims do not mean the matter is ended. Phoenix wants to walk away but he realizes Atishon is probably working for someone else, and if he keeps the trial going his kids can wring more information out of him…

After the case, in the lobby Apollo is so worried Phoenix hates him for winning (like Kristoph would have) but all Phoenix saw was Apollo standing up for what was right – what’s there to be mad about? No, he’s not just not mad, he’s incredibly proud. There’s a very sweet family tackle hug with all four of them. Nick’s poor back.

They give Dhurke the orb and he and Apollo have some kind of moment, then he and Datz leave.

But only a few days later, they see on the news. Minister Inga, murdered. Dhurke, the suspect and on the lamb. But they promise to give him a fair trial if he reveals himself. And, importantly, if Phoenix Wright will agree to defend him.

They won’t even execute Phoenix if when Dhurke is declared guilty this time. A special exception, just to prove how magnanimous they are.

Edgeworth: This is obviously a trap. Wright: Yup. Athena: Got our tickets boss! Edgeworth: Phoenix!

6.5.2 Revolution and Turnabout

I am so tired

6.5 is just a mashup of every finale from the trilogy but worse. At least Turnabout for Tomorrow was mostly original. But I would literally have to rewrite the entire murder with something completely new to fix it. Which would also require changing like half the game. And the point of this is fewest number of changes.

So, like, I don’t know just let Amara actually get her hands dirty to kill Inga! Commit to your own story! She thought Dhurke betrayed her, yes but he was still her husband. So, Garan convinces Amara to kill Inga in revenge. And you see her heartbreak on the stand as she realizes, if she had just believed her own husband over her sister, none of this would have happened. Her own sister did all this just to keep her own hands clean. And since Garan was careful with her wording, they cannot get her on conspiracy to commit murder. There is nothing they can do. Garan will go free. That is why they have to dig around for Jove Justice’s murder. Their last hail mary to dethrone her.

The conclusion to Nahyuta’s story, that he turned to aiding Ga’ran because of a single life held hostage, was weak. A pale justification. Instead, own that it was a mistake. He failed because a corrupt workplace will corrupt you long before you can change it from the inside. He lost his ideals along the way and he has to live with that now. That he became complicit in her system. But he is not alone now, if he is willing to take the hand extended to him. He wanted to stop the rebel hunter, a part of him still cares!

So he gives them the final piece to prove Garan killed Jove Jangly Justice.

But Garan still has an entire police force on her side. People who enlisted for a chance of power to abuse, they don’t care about the sanctity of magic on the throne. That’s not why anyone joins the police. She calls for them to put an end to this. And they absolutely would.

But nothing happens.

In the distance Datz starts laughing. Because he and his rebels have been taking out and replacing the guard while the lawyers distracted everyone, and pretending everything is fine to all the troops outside. “Take it home AJ!” Because man oh man, will using the court against her be satisfying. But also please hurry up because they might notice something is wrong soon.

Proving she has no spiritual power is just proving her motive, and a final chance to humiliate the tyrant.

(Also, no delusional break downs. Screaming and spitting with rage as she is forced to accept her fate is so much better.)

#this was 5 pages in word and the total rewrite is going to be longer #im so sorry #i dont like the kingdom story cos its too fucking big for its britches but like use your own story better cmon #like if you set up a story. revolution. but then have to restrain your own story. oh no it has to be bloodless cant be mean to the crown #just to make the conceit of your actual game work. solving everything via court battles. YOUR STORY DOESNT WORK ACTUALLY? #ace attorney #Spirit of Justice #aa spoilers #says ser #ser rewrites i gUESS