#º ✧ 。━━ 𝙿𝚄𝚂𝙷 𝙼𝙴 𝚄𝙿 𝙰𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙻 ┊ writing.

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It was oddly strange how comfortable this felt. Sitting in the living room, going over her work schedule at the office tomorrow -- while Ricky was in her kitchen throwing down. He insisted on cooking for her instead of ordering out and after a trip to the grocery store, because everything in her fridge was questionable ... he had her house smelling better than the Olive Garden. The brunette adjusted her glasses on her face as she slowly closed her laptop and looked over in to the kitchen, watching him put the finishing touches on their meal. There was a little music playing in the background and he swayed to the beat perfectly, almost like he was putting on a show. When he caught her staring at him and gave her a wink, Brittany blushed and scrunched up her nose a bit as she got up from the couch and made her way to the dining room table. "Are you sure you don't need any help in there?" she asked, watching as he carried out their plates. Salads and bread were already on the table as well as two wine glasses and a big bottle of chilled red wine. "Oooo, did you make that cajun alfredo that we had at your mom's?" the brunette asked as he passed in front of her with a plate of delicious smelling food -- a pasta dish that she recognized from when AEW took them to New Orleans and she'd swung by to meet his mother. @theabsoluteone

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the greatest wrestling dentist of all time, dr. brittany baker, d.m.d. thirty two years old, native to punxsutawney, currently residing in orlando. you cannot define hardworking without giving her an honorable mention. her favorite thing to do is prove someone wrong. tell her she cannot do something and she'll take videos and photographs of her doing it and send them to you; much like she did to her guidance counselor who told her she'd never be able to be a professional wrestler as well as a dentist. she is completely enthralled by her work and loves both of her jobs equally. though prior injuries have scared her a little bit when it comes to her future -- knowing that if an injury is sustained badly enough it could very well end her career as a dentist. lately, britt has been taking a step away from the spotlight of the women's division in all elite wrestling and has no current plans on title chasing. however, that is subject to change. being the first woman in aew to hold both the women's championship and the tbs championship is her current goal, with no real time frame set on making it happen.

headcannons: ✘ Her relationship with Austin Jenkins ( Adam Cole ) ended on good terms, right before the holidays in 2022. If an Adam Cole joins the group, the terms of separation can be discussed in more detail if cannon to their portrayal. Everything on screen is for entertainment value only. ✘ She dislikes Thunder Rosa -- and that stems from a long history of sandbagging claims as well as the fact that Brittany views Rosa as ungrateful and unprofessional. ✘ Yes, she is employed at a dental practice in Winter Park, Florida where she works, as a dentist, four days a week and sometimes on Saturday. Her schedule typically has her flying out Tuesday right after she gets off work at the office, heading to wherever Dynamite is being held. Working the show on Wednesday and hopping back on a plane Wednesday night or early Thursday morning to be right back in the dental office for her appointments. connections: ♡ romance: @theabsoluteone Started dating: 7.9.2023 ♡ best friend(s): @hayterades ♡ friends: open ♡ enemies: open direct messages are always welcome. discord available upon request.

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She was extremely appreciative of the fact that he didn't try to rush her for a response or show his impatience. He was the opposite -- always patient with her no matter what, and even in the tension filled silence between them, that didn't change. Brittany felt like a weight was taken off of her chest as she spoke freely about how she felt .. how she'd been feeling for a while now. It felt odd to verbalize what was going on between her heart and her head but it felt good at the same time to no longer be keeping this weird inner turmoil inside. Her eyes followed his movements across the table as he stood up and closed in the space between them. His hands on her chair to pull it away from the table and turn towards him, kneeling down in front of her to make eye contact. He was serious. Extremely serious. The only other time she'd ever heard that tone he was currently taking was when he was talking about his come back after his injury and how fired up and serious he was about it. Ricky never broke eye contact with her, furthering just how much this moment meant to him. It surprised her, honestly. It shouldn't have but it did. Brittany always knew that he liked her but she never knew that it was this serious ... that she meant this much to him. Strong arms slipped under her body to lift her out of the chair, pulling her up against him to take a seat in his lap. She spread her thighs and wrapped her legs around his waist, rubbing her inner thighs against his hips as her slender fingers came to rest on the top of his shoulders. "Which last bit? Oh, you mean the part where I called you my boyfriend?" she acted like she didn't know what he was talking about, even though she obviously did. Her left hand softly caressed the side of his face as she gazed in to his eyes, through the lenses of her glasses. "No more hotel hookups. It's just you and me ..." she added, wanting to make sure that he didn't assume that this would be some sort of open relationship. "I don't share well and I'd really hate to end up getting suspended for throwing some ring rat down a flight of stairs ... "

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Obviously, Brittany knew how special she was to him -- but what she didn't know was that those special sentiments ran deeper than just friendship. Of course there was flirtation there .. that she thought was just innocent in nature. Or did she just try to pretend like it was innocent so he'd keep doing it because she liked the way that it felt. It made sense now though. With his confession of feelings and everything in between. Her mind raced to thoughts of when they first met and how attentive he was to her .. how kind and helpful. She was never alone when he was around unless she wanted to be alone. The way he'd hold her hand ... carry her bags ... set up little lunch outings and sight seeing when they went to places she'd never been before just because he knew that's what she'd want to do. Ricky had spoiled her with the affection and standard of their friendship that no romantic relationship with anyone else could ever measure up. She couldn't lie to herself anymore and pretend like she didn't see it ... like she didn't feel those emotions from him. She'd just turned a blind eye to it all on purpose so he wouldn't stop .. so they wouldn't have to have this conversation .. so she wouldn't possibly lose him, forever. Her fork continued to twirl and twirl the same pasta around the prongs over and over again. The silence building between them as he gulped down what was left in his glass and gave her some time to process everything. He didn't rush her ... he didn't get annoyed with the minutes that passed in tense silence that kept building and building; all the while her fork never stopped twirling in the pasta on her plate. "I guess I just never thought I'd be your type. So it was easier for me to pretend like we were just friends." she replied, finally breaking the silence. Brittany set her fork down on her plate, raising her brown eyes up to meet his gaze through her glasses. "I don't do this either. This whole dating ... thing. I've pretty much ruled it out after ... " her voice trailed off and she swallowed, not wanting to mention her ex-boyfriend by his name, opting to keep going without needing to speak on him further. " ... just don't ... say this stuff because you feel sorry for me or something. Okay? Look, I get it. I'm not like those girls you like to spend the night with. I don't pump my tits up to my chin and walk around in pointy high heels. I work two jobs, train my ass off and fall asleep any time I even try to watch a movie because I'm that exhausted. So if you're trying to spare my feelings right now, you don't need to." she closed her mouth and drew in a deep breath through her nose, holding it for a moment before letting it out and speaking again. " .......... but I mean ... if you're serious and .... you meant what you said ... then ... " her eyes dropped down to her plate again for a few seconds, blinking before she looked back up at him again. " ... then I guess we're not friends anymore ... and I can delete that stupid dating app on my phone because I've got a boyfriend now .."

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"Yeah .. I'd like that. Wouldn't hurt to learn how to cook. Maybe then my trainer won't be on my ass all the time for getting McDonalds." the smile stayed on her face as she took a sip of her wine, setting the glass back on the table and twirling some pasta around her fork. She ate a few bites of her food while he answered her question, telling her about some of his traveling preferences and it took everything in her not to make some joking little comment about how she already knew he never left immediately after the show because that was when he'd take a girl back up to his hotel room and burn off some of that extra energy. She didn't though. She kept that comment to herself because ... well ... it felt different now. Normally she'd elbow him gently when she said something like that and they'd laugh because it was true. But just thinking about him with another woman made her ... jealous. Brittany put some more food in her mouth and chewed it up, opting to try and take her mind off of whatever the hell that feeling was all about. "I fly out on Tuesday night, right after work. Come home, take a shower, grab my suitcase and head to the airport. Unless they only have early flights because then I'll board the plane in my scrubs. Usually fly out Wednesday night so I can be at work on Thursday but it really depends on how tired I am and how the show went." she explained, pushing her fork in to her salad. Brittany never ate one whole thing and moved on to the next. She liked to have a bite of this, a bite of that and everything in between. As she crunched down on the lettuce in her mouth -- Ricky took that silence between them to bring up Miami and the whole point of him coming over tonight. She started to chew a little slower now to buy herself some more time, really crunching down on the lettuce for longer than she needed to -- swallowing it, along with a big gulp of wine to give her some liquid courage. "Listen, Ricky ... " her voice trailed off as she looked down at her plate of food, moving some of the pasta with her fork. "You don't have to do this. Like this whole thing. I get it. You and I just had a wild night in Miami but that's over with now. I promise I won't make things awkward." she rambled slightly, twirling the pasta with her fork. "I know you don't wanna be like tied down or anything and ... I still don't even know how I feel about a relationship either. But you don't have to act like you want this just because we had sex .."

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It was true, she loved his mom's cooking. It was always seasoned so well and even though some of it was a little spicy, she liked it. So much so that his mom packed a little tupperware container with a red lid on it for her to take back to the hotel and Brittany had herself some cajun pasta for breakfast the next day. She enjoyed her time in New Orleans with Ricky -- going around to see some of his favorite spots and where he liked to hang out once upon a time. But spending time at his mom's house was the most fun she had; sitting in the living room and flipping through old photo albums with his baby pictures and hilarious photos of him growing up. What a ham for the camera he was, and his mother was thrilled to spend hours and hours talking about her baby boy -- which she was tuned in to hear all about it. Brittany inhaled through her nose again to smell the food. "If it tastes as good as it smells then I think you've got it down ..." she stated with a soft smile, taking a seat at the dinner table after he pulled her chair out for her and helped to push it back in, giving his offered hand a soft squeeze before releasing it. Her right hand moved to push her hair back out of her face, lengthy brunette strands falling back behind her shoulders as she picked up the bottle of wine and popped off the top, which he'd already loosened a while ago to allow the wine to breathe. "I wish I was a better cook sometimes but I don't think I have the patience for it. I'm always turning the heat up too high thinking it'll cook faster but it just ends up burnt." she explained, pouring his glass of wine first before pouring some in to her own glass. Small talk was easy to come by between them. So was comfortable silence. But Brittany felt like she was just trying to fill that silence with chatter to avoid the inevitable confrontation of what happened in Miami. She picked up her fork and started to twirl it in to the pasta, helping it cool, reaching for a piece of bread to break off a chunk of it and dip it in to the creamy sauce. "When do you usually fly out for work? Tuesday or Wednesday?" she asked, taking a bite of the bread.