The last thing Jey Uso expects when he shows up at a backstage afterparty is to meet her - a smart-mouthed, confident woman who can match his energy beat for beat. Sparks fly fast between Jey and the mystery girl... until he finds out she's Randy Orton's younger sister, long kept out of the WWE spotlight. Randy's made it clear over the years: nobody from the locker room better even look at his sister. Now Jey's stuck between temptation and trouble, sneaking around to steal moments together - knowing if Randy ever finds out, it could cost Jey not just his shot at love, but maybe his spot in the business too.

╔═════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═════╗ ❝ 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 '𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬...❞ 「 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴 × 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘩」 ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ ↳ ❝ [𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘳 , 𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 9-9] ¡! ❞ ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 ☆ 𝚖𝚊𝚢 ,, 𝟼 ,, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 ☆𝚍𝚎𝚌 ,, 𝟹𝟷 ,, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ Plot and (F•N) belongs to me Brooklyn 9-9 does not belong to me. Credits to NBC ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ ₍𝗍ɦα𐓣𝗄 𝗒ⱺυ 𝖿ⱺ𝗋 𝗌𝗍ⱺρρ𝗂𐓣𝗀 ᑲ𝗒 α𐓣ᑯ 𝗋𝖾αᑯ𝗂𐓣𝗀 !!₎ ╚═════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═════╝

Detective Jake Peralta loves his job, his precinct, and a good burrito pun. He doesn't love rules or anyone who insists on following them. Enter Detective Sasha Vega: former undercover cop, sharp as glass, calm under fire, and irritatingly good at paperwork. When Sasha Vega transfers to the Nine-Nine, Jake thinks he's getting another Amy Santiago. He's wrong. Vega doesn't need validation, doesn't rise to his jokes, and somehow still matches him beat for beat in every case.

"𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘄?" "𝗗𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀?? 𝗗𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱?!" "𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝘂𝘁." "𝗔 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝗽𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝘂𝘁. 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗜 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁." "𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱. 𝗚𝗼 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗶𝘁." "𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂." A Brooklyn Nine-Nine story! OC x Jake Peralta

In the glowing forests of Pandora, where every creature and tree is bound together through the spirit of Eywa, a young Na'vi healer named Vireya listens to the quiet voice of the land. Gifted with a rare spiritual connection, she can feel the balance of the forest-and when that balance begins to break. When a fierce warrior named Solek is brought to her grove, wounded after a battle with the Sky People, Vireya senses something deeper than war. The forest itself is in pain. Plants are dying, animals are fleeing, and a dark threat grows unseen beneath the roots of the sacred trees. Reluctantly, the healer and the warrior journey into the heart of the jungle to uncover the truth. What they discover could destroy Pandora's living network and silence Eywa forever. As danger spreads and war approaches, Vireya must embrace the full strength of her gift, while Solek must learn that protecting the forest requires more than blades and battle. Together, they stand between the Sky People and the sacred world they seek to claim. In a fight where the fate of Pandora hangs in the balance, the healer and the warrior must decide how much they are willing to sacrifice-for their people, their home, and the bond growing between them.

Kì'lana believed she was amongst the last of her clan. With a mark on her face, damning her to remember what she was supposed to be "grateful" to have survived. She kept it carefully covered with paint, ensuring no one she came across would know. There would be too many questions, too many words of sorrow. Too much guilt on her shoulders. But she had only been a child. Who could be grateful to survive something they didn't know was happening? And who could go months without realising that the dreamwalker they worked with...was the one partly responsible for so much loss in her heart? And why did it take the patience of a Trr'ong warrior to make her feel seen again? ~ so'lek x fem!Oc (might change the description later, not sure if i like it yet) all images are from pinterest x

She died wishing for a better world. When twenty-five-year-old Sìkxa bled out on a polluted Earth, her final thought was simple - let there be something better than this. She wakes beneath twin moons. Reborn in the body of a Na'vi woman with no explanation and no memory of how she arrived, Sìkxa finds herself in a world that should not exist - lush, alive, sacred. Pandora breathes in ways Earth never could. But beauty does not mean safety. Taken in by the Aranahe clan, Sìkxa must learn their ways while carrying the weight of a world that destroyed itself. She does not hesitate. She does not love carefully. And when danger rises - from humans who should not be there - she steps forward without thinking twice. Especially when it comes to So'lek. A warrior of discipline and restraint, So'lek does not move lightly toward anything. But Sìkxa is not subtle, and she does not circle what she wants. Beneath twin moons, tension turns to choice - and choice turns to something neither of them can step away from. But Pandora is not a dream. Bullets still fly. Blood still spills. And loving fiercely means risking everything - again. In a world she once wished for, Sìkxa must decide: Will she live carefully... or will she choose every breath like it could be her last?

Ezä'äm is 8 years old when she's given up to TAP as a trade for her clans safety. TAP, or The Ambassador Program, raises her for 16 years alongside other children for the purpose of making peace between the Na'vi and RDA. But she knows it's all a facade for something... After many years and many losses, Ezä'äm eventually takes her one chance to escape, after a tragic ending to her first and last attempt. She meets the person who unintentionally helped her, a violent but strangely charming man. So'lek is a warrior capable of mass destruction at the shot of a bullet. His past has left him with nothing and no one but his weapons and his rage. He inadvertently helps Ezä'äm escape her metal prison and becomes obsessed with her, leaving him no choice but to try and win her over. Will Ezä'äm mate with So'lek? Or will someone or something take them away from each other before they can?

"Words, Ka'riya," he said quietly. "I need words." My throat worked before sound followed. Heat crept up my neck, settling in my cheeks, and I looked away despite myself. "Yes," I said. "I am sure."

The time of war had ended. Peace flourished as the remnants of the RDA fled the Western Frontier, only leaving behind scraps of metal as proof they'd ever been there. For a time, Pandora began to heal. She reclaimed what the sky-people had ruined, stitching the wounds of time closed with root and vine. Life moved forward. The Resistance turned its focus to the living world Ewya breathed. Alma settled into her human body again. Ri'nela learned what it meant to carry the weight of a tsahìk's voice. Teylan shaped metal and wires into something meant to protect, rather than destroy. Yet, Tamtey did not find peace. Sleep brought the memories of TAP that haunted her, driving her from her bed night after night. Only the soft wind beneath unfamiliar stars offered any peace. She was rarely alone for long. So'lek always found her there, sharing quiet hours until the dawn chased away the dark, trading dreams and the horrors that kept them awake. Still, the forest shook with unease. Ewya's song wavered, strained by something distant -- quickly approaching. Smoke stained the horizon. Thin and gray, whispering against the clouds. A single flake of ash drifted down, landing on top of Tamtey's bouncing knee. So'lek reached out and swiped it away, pinching it until it vanished. "Ash..." he murmured, gaze fixed on the rising plumes beyond the trees. "And fire," Tamtey replied, her voice unwavering. The forest fell silent around them. Even the animals did not cry out. A new enemy was coming.