#FanFic Friday on a Saturday

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Fanfic Friday on a Saturday

Thanks everyone for bearing with me, the last month as been really busy in my real life, and May is going to be as busy, so just note that there won’t be another Fanfic Friday for about a month.

Due to a lot happening I haven’t had much time to read, but below is the list of what I have been reading recently.

One Shots:

The Pleasured Pen by lookingforthestars: Secrets, a (sort of) confession, an obtuse Anthony and a couple of matchmaking siblings makes for a nice story that is fun. [Modern AU]

Sei Perfetta Per Me by Allatonceyouaretheone: Anthony doesn’t sing in public, at least that is what he tells himself, but maybe Kate can change his mind. Another wonderful story from this author. [Modern AU]

The Viscountess’s secret by KatesLilies: The Viscountess has a secret, but the maids are on the case. [Canon]

You took the time to figure me out by Liebe: Anthony learns Kate’s real name, an imagined missing scene from season 2. [Canon]

Multi Chapter Completed:

Step up to the plate (start swinging) by Moomin_94: The final part of Molly’s baseball AU is in. Do the cubs win the World Series? Does Kate become Anthony’s girlfriend officially? All will be revealed. [Modern AU]

Multi Chapter WIP:

You used to live in my head (now I carry you in my heart) by Stars_of_Kyber and Harnitbee: The continuing story of Prince Anthony and his girlfriend Kate told via texts, I smell some drama for the next chapter with the Bridgerton sibs ending the latest chapter in a panic….. [Modern AU]

Model Behaviour by anonpls: Model Kate and Actor Anthony continue their ‘friends with benefits that is really a relationship’ journey, and in the latest chapter we see Anthony in his protective caring mode with Kate after family drama. [Modern AU]

I can’t turn you down (to save my life) by Moomin_94: Anthony and Kate fake dating, which is starting to look a little like real dating….. [Modern AU]

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against all odds (to wait for you is all i can do) – part four

alexia putellas x photojournalist!reader

warnings: explicit sexual content

(a/n in the tags) [parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve]

word count: 4.3k

It didn’t stop after the first and it sure didn’t stop after the third, either. 

Depending on her schedule, you saw Alexia once or twice at most a week; most of the time it was on the night after a Barcelona match and by the next morning, she’d be gone before you even woke up. But you’d noticed her visits had been increasing in frequency lately, not to mention that sometimes she’d still be in bed when you awakened. The first time you found her still asleep beside you, you were dumbfounded, thinking it was a dream image of her in front of you. And what amazed you even further was that it kept happening.

It wasn’t an unpleasant development. In fact, it was something you gratefully welcomed. And it wasn’t just that, either. Sometimes when Alexia came over, you didn’t even have sex you just… talked: about her training and her health, her teammates’ shenanigans–and hers, of course–her family and bits of her personal life. Meanwhile you told her about places you explored and showed her photos of where you’d been. Then she’d tell you about places you could check out, food to try, and even went ahead and promised to take you to some of the places herself when she had the opportunity.

These times were rare, sure, but you found yourself enjoying her company more and more to the point you noticed yourself craving for it–found yourself missing her presence despite your constant back-and-forth messages. And still you didn’t ask where this was going for fear of ruining whatever the two of you had; you were content and you just simply wanted to watch this unfold as it was. And anyway, it wasn’t like you weren’t used to fleeting relationships, situationships–whatever you’d like to call it–because who was to say this wouldn’t end up like your previous dalliances–ending before it could ever truly begin? Despite you hoping otherwise, a large part of you already convinced yourself that this wouldn’t be anything different: just another highlight to your getaway vacation that you’d look fondly back on a few years down the line.

You had a month left in Barcelona, maybe an additional few weeks depending on the client. What could possibly go wrong?

———

A knock took your attention from your work to the door. You looked at the time–it was early evening on a Saturday and you weren’t expecting anyone. Perhaps you just imagined it? But then it came again not a minute later. You were reluctant to open it seeing as it was already dark but a ping from your phone that signalled a message from Alexia asking if you were home had you flying to the door. 

Upon opening it, you found Alexia there with Nala resting in the crook of her arm, phone in hand, and a paper bag in the other. 

“Took you long enough.” Alexia said playfully, all cool and confident but then her brows quirked upwards almost sheepishly as she said in a more tamed tone, “is this a bad time? I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

You smiled at her consideration before you ushered her in. “No, no! It’s fine, really! Come on in. Sorry, I just wasn’t comfortable opening the door when it’s dark without knowing who it was.”

“Ah, it’s my bad. I should’ve let you know before dropping by.” She bent down and let Nala loose before she untied her shoes and left them by the door. Nala bounded to the living charged with curiosity, nose to the ground, tail wagging as she carefully examined the new space. 

Alexia regarded her dog with an amused expression before she looked back at you. “I meant to bring this over after the game tomorrow but I saw the lights as I drove past so… here I am, I guess.”

You reassured her again as you locked the door behind her and you watched as she made her way to the kitchen. As you passed through the archway to the kitchen room, Alexia already situated herself by the counter taking out glass canisters from the paper bag she brought. When she took the lids off, a delicious aroma instantly filled the air, enticing your senses.

“What do you have there?” You asked as you leaned on the opposite side of the counter.

Alexia smiled at the eagerness in your tone and pride shone in her eyes as she spoke, “only the best fideuà and esqueixada in the world. Made special by my mother, of course.”

You peered into the containers and the sight made your mouth water instantly. As if it remembered that you hadn’t had any food yet, your stomach grumbled obnoxiously. Alexia definitely heard it because she fixed you with an amused smile and at that, your cheeks warmed so you tried to divert her attention. “You know what would put this all together?” 

“What?”

“Wine or champagne. Wait–are you allowed to drink?”

“I’m allowed since I’m still not qualified to play yet.” Her visage became somber for a moment–it fleeted so quickly you almost didn’t catch it–before the light in them returned again. “If you have it, white wine is the best complement for this.”

You hummed and tapped your chin, turning to make your way to the cellar. “I’ll have a look. I’m sure Derek has some wine stored in here somewhere.”

You’d mumbled the last part but it seemed Alexia’d caught it because she asked, “who’s Derek?”

Something odd in her tone stopped you and made you look back at her. Her face was unreadable, almost too neutral. She didn’t think Derek was your boyfriend, did she?

“Oh, Derek’s my brother. He hasn’t been here for a while but he owns this house.”

“Ah, I see,” Alexia cleared her throat, looking away and you could just see a hint of redness in her cheeks. “Well, I’ll lay out the plates. I suppose they’re just in...?”

“The bottom drawer to your right and the utensils are in the upper one.” You instructed as you continued towards the cellar.

“Oh, yeah, I see,” came Alexia’s muffled response. 

When you returned with the bottle of white wine, you found that Alexia managed to locate the glasswares by herself and were drying them with a tea towel. There was only one set of plate and utensils laid out though so you fixed her with a confused look.

“You’re not going to eat?”

Alexia shook her head. “I already had my fill with my family earlier. I’ll take the drink, though.”

“That’s nice that you visited your family today. How are they?” You sat at one of the high chairs by the counter, popped the wine open and poured each of you a glass. You noticed that Alexia’d heated up the fideuà for you from the steam that rose from its container which strengthened its aroma and made it all the more enticing. Alexia remained opposite you but she was close enough with her leaning forward on her elbows, her glass of wine in hand.

She sipped her wine and told you they were well, described little snippets of what’s been happening in her family life. She even told you about a prank she recently played on her sister, one that nearly made you choke on your wine. 

You listened as she talked, liking the way her brows quirked and her shoulders move as she spoke, how each gesture became more pronounced the more passionate or interested she was on a subject. You asked questions and engaged with the conversation every now and again as you savoured the rich taste of the pasta and the freshness of the salad. You’d never had anything like it and you told her as much. In response, she said she’d give the compliment to her mother when she saw her next which made your cheeks warm up again. Once you finished, you tidied up and though you insisted she didn’t have to, Alexia helped you wash up anyway. 

Afterwards, the both of you ended up in the living room with your glasses of wine. She gestured at your laptop on the couch with her glass.

“Work?”

“Yeah. Just double checking if I missed anything important and preparing for the match tomorrow.” You sat on the couch and put the laptop on your lap. Alexia opted to sit on the carpet, legs stretched and crossed, back leaned back against the couch, her head just beside your legs as Nala settled by her side.

She turned her head, looking up at you. “Can I see?”

You turned your laptop so she could see better. You flicked through the photos you were sorting through, explaining to her every now and then the thought process behind each shot. On some photos, Alexia asked you to pause so she could soak them in.

“These are great. You have a great eye.” Alexia complimented with an appraising nod as you got to the end. You thanked her as you pulled back. Then a question came to mind.

“Do you ever get used to it? The cameras, I mean.”

A pause.

“I’m not and I don’t think I ever will. I’m more comfortable with it now but if it’s possible to avoid, I’d do it. I know it’s a part of football and god knows how much more exposure women’s football needs,” Alexia released a heavy sigh, “but sometimes it just gets too much, you know? I mean, I really should be grateful, right? To have gotten to this point? But the media side of it is… not without its own set of miseries.” 

There was an inflection in her tone upon her admittance–guilt. You gently carded your fingers through her hair, Alexia leaned into your touch in response, and you replied just as softly, “it must’ve been difficult. It still is and for you, especially. And I don’t know if anyone’s told you lately but you have to know: you’ve given so much of yourself already. It’s not a sin to want a little peace, Alexia, and it doesn’t make you ungrateful for wanting it, it just makes you human.” 

Alexia took a deep breathe before she rested her temple against your knee. Then you heard her whisper, “thank you.”

A silence fell upon the both of you after that but it wasn’t an uncomfortable one. She remained that way for the majority of the night, head against your knee as she watched a game of football on the TV. 

By the time you finished up your work, it was already late evening and Alexia’d dozed off beside you. You felt bad as you gently woke her up and groggy hazel eyes found yours when you did. The sight made your heart ache from how much Alexia looked younger and more at peace this way, and you told her to wash up so she could stay the night.

And she did.

Now, your cheek felt warm against her chest despite the slight dampness of her borrowed shirt from her hair. Her skin smelt faintly of the soap you were using and with her arm around your waist, you fell asleep content, lulled to a deep slumber by the steady rhythm of her heart.

———

“Hey, please don’t wear that, it’s dirty,” came Alexia’s reprimand from behind you.

You glanced at her reflection in the mirror: Alexia was propped up on the pillows against the headboard, an arm behind her head, nude except for the bundle of sheets that covered one of her thighs, the marks you’d left on her neck and chest last night and this morning generously displayed for you to behold. 

She was nothing short of glorious, you thought, looking relaxed and content like this. 

You turned your attention back to your own reflection: Alexia’s Barcelona jersey draped over your smaller frame and fell just partway down your bare thighs. It felt comfortable against your skin and the fact that it smelt just like Alexia made it feel all the more special.

When you looked at her reflection again, you found her with an affectionate smile, eyes lidded and brows inflected slightly upwards, and suddenly the attention warmed your cheeks.

“But you only wore it for a shoot, right?”

“I mean, yeah, but you know what I mean.”

You hummed, “do you need it?”

“No, I have spares,” she replied before she raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“That means I have time to wash it before I give it back since you insists that it’s dirty.” You said drily as you turned away from the mirror and padded your way to the bed, crawling on the sheets on your knees once you got there.

As soon as you got close enough, Alexia’s hands were immediately on you, guiding you to straddle her lap before she embraced you fully, resting her chin between the valley of your breasts as she looked up at you. You carded your fingers through her hair to see those fair, hazel eyes that never failed to make you shiver.

“I didn’t say you have to hurry. Plus… I kinda like seeing my number on you.” And then she was kissing your neck and you felt one of her hand creeping its way down to cup your ass. You gasped when you felt the heat of her fingers brushing against your core and you buried your own in her hair as she traced a path from your throat to your ear with her tongue, nipping at your lobe when she got there.

“Fuck… Alexia…” You moaned, “you’re insatiable.”

She kissed your shoulder and then she whispered, “only for you.”

———

Something flashed from the corner of your eye followed immediately by a string of whispered curses and a familiar whirring sound. You put your thumb over the line you were just reading so you wouldn’t lose your place before you looked over your bare shoulder to the corner of the room you knew Alexia was who you found, as expected, holding one of your Polaroid cameras. 

She was only wearing a pair of grey sweats which left her torso bare and–like all the time you saw her nude–you couldn’t help but appreciate the soft curves of her breasts and the carved muscles of her stomach. When she met your gaze, she smiled almost sheepishly at you not dissimilar to a child being caught stealing cookies from the jar.

You raised a playful eyebrow at her but instead of answering, she placed her eye over the viewfinder, aimed the camera at you, then pressed the shutter again.

The film came out with a whir and Alexia immediately tucked it into the pocket of her sweats. She then began to make her way towards you and at every other step, she’d stop to take a photo of you, carefully manoeuvring the camera to get the right angle as she did so. It was an endearing sight, really, and it was one that filled your chest full of warmth. 

Eventually, she ended up on you, turning you over on your back as she straddled your waist, leaving you at the mercy of Alexia and her camera. From this position, you couldn’t help but feel extremely vulnerable and exposed not because of your bareness, but because you knew with the way your chest surged with warmth from how Alexia gazed down at you with a satisfied grin, the dimple on her cheek showing as her tongue peeked out between her teeth at the corner of her mouth, seemingly focused on getting the right shot, that this was a woman who had the power to completely and utterly unravel you. 

As a photographer, you were well acquainted with how cameras had the capacity to capture the essence of a moment–to display in raw details the emotions of its subject and freeze them in time, readying them for the dissection and scrutiny of the viewer. You wondered then what Alexia would see written in the shadow, the light, and the colours in the photos she just took of you once she looked at them, and the thought both elated and frightened you. 

Alexia brushed away hair from your temple but as she was about to pull away, you put yours atop of hers and turned your cheek into her palm, looking directly at her behind the camera. You heard her breath catch and then she stuttered out a breath, and the flash barely registered in your mind because you were too focused on the strength and the warmth of Alexia’s hand as you pressed butterfly kisses on the inside of her palm. 

The next thing you knew, the camera was abandoned completely and you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out from your throat when you finally felt Alexia’s lips on yours.

———

Alexia sat on one of the high chairs in the kitchen room, hair damp, a game of football on the mounted TV that was left forgotten in place of… something that you couldn’t quite see from this distance. Alexia’s shoulders were hunched over in concentration and you didn’t have the heart to interrupt whatever she was doing so you leaned on the archway, content with just observing her do her work.

“Are you just gonna stand there or would you care to join me?” You rolled your eyes and you didn’t fight the smile that graced your lips. So much for being sneaky–the fact that Alexia was an accomplished footballer who had crazy spatial awareness occasionally slipped your mind.

“Okay, Gwen Stacy, calm down.” Alexia looked over her shoulder then and stuck her tongue out at you, grinning. “How did you even know I was here?”

“Your reflection on the microwave.” She gestured to it with her chin and sure enough from this angle you were instantly visible especially with the white shirt you had on. The dark glossy surface almost made you look like a ghost.

Standing on your toes, you draped yourself over her broad back, arms wrapping loosely around her neck as you peered down. “So, what are we working on?”

“This.” 

A bracelet made of a dark-blue and red string that looped into itself with a singular, small gold diamond-shaped charm right in the middle, a vertical bar at the two corner points of the long edge of the diamond, dangled between Alexia’s fingers. She took your right hand and placed it in your palm so you could look at it: the bracelet was simple but it’s delicate nature made it all the more beautiful and elegant.

“Oh, wow, this is so pretty.” 

“It’s for you.” At that you looked at her, half-afraid that she’d feel the way your heart raced at her words against her back. 

You were so busy trying to find the right thing to say that you didn’t realise that she took the bracelet back until you felt the warmth of her fingers on your palm as she turned your hand over. You watched her as she wrapped it around your wrist, securing the tie. You turned your right wrist over and looked at the delicate bracelet, and something in your heart soared at the small gift. The fact that Alexia made it herself made it all the more special to you.

“Thank you, Alexia. I love it.”

“You’re welcome.”

That night while you were sufficiently warm nestled by Alexia’s side, naked except for the sheets, your head on her chest, a realisation hit you.

“It represents FC Barcelona, isn’t it?”

Alexia hummed in answer, the rumble from the sound a pleasant sensation on your cheek. Then she held your wrist in the space between her thumb and index finger, the width of her palm supporting your hand as she turned your hand just so so the gold of the diamond could catch the light.

“And what else?”

At that, you looked at the bracelet intently. The two bars: one and one–Alexia’s number. So she really was serious when she said she liked seeing her number on you.

You let out a small laugh, then you nuzzled her jaw as you spoke, “you little sneak.”

———

Minding her bad knee, you flipped the both of you over with a strength that even surprised yourself and with how Alexia’s brows raised high, you supposed it took her off guard, too. You settled your weight on her stomach and you bit your lip when you felt her abs tense against your core, and the desire in you blazed into a raging inferno that threatened to burn you inside out.

She grabbed your ass in both hands with a firm grip, making you gasp when her hold made you grind against her stomach, her eyes smouldering as she looked up at you. 

That look was your last straw; you couldn’t stop fighting your desire anymore so you let it swallow you whole. You fell forward, bracing your weight against your elbows as you craned your neck to kiss Alexia, rough and desperate, her lower lip between your teeth. The action rewarded you with a low moan, a delicious sound that shot heat straight down to your core.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Alexia gasped out between your relentless kisses.

“I like being on top,” was your simple answer whispered hotly against her ear, nipping gently at the soft skin there–teasing. 

Then it was your turn to gasp. 

Her fingers dug delightfully into your flesh, kneading your ass roughly before easing them apart with equal force. The harsh treatment caught you by surprise and the effect of it even more unexpected as you immediately melted against her, moaning her name helplessly against the crook of her neck. 

She knew just how to make a mess of you.

“Hmm, do you?” She asked coyly and then proceeded in a deliciously low voice that oozed seduction, smugness, and sex. “Too bad I’m still in control.”

“Fuck.” Your body answered for you in a full-body shiver. Her words turned you on to the brink of falling and you found no purchase as you slipped from the ledge.

It should be embarrassing how you could come without Alexia even fucking you, and it should scare you that she had this much power over your body but in this moment, when her hands were everywhere but your pussy and her filthy words were whispered hotly in your ear, you could care less. So you fell apart, shaking and weak, as you sank on top of Alexia’s firm and soft body, her name barely coherent from the sobs that came out of your lips. Euphoria lit every nerve in your body as you came, the fabric of your underwear latched deliciously on your pussy like a second skin and you were sure that you’d made a mess on Alexia’s bare stomach.

You only realised Alexia had stopped her teasing ministrations until you heard her thick voice through the haze of the afterglow which you barely caught.

“You came.”

It wasn’t a question, really, but you let out a small affirmative moan because what else could you do? You were mush–the intensity of your orgasm caught you off guard and left you floundering that no thoughts formed in your mind, just pure bliss and ecstacy. But as the veil of euphoria began to lift, embarrassment bled into the edges of your consciousness and with it the instinct to apologise. The words were poised at the tip of your tongue when Alexia moaned.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” she breathed out and when you found the strength to lift your head to look at her, her eyes were lidded, pupils blown so wide they were almost all black.

And then she was pulling you in for a kiss, and then the wet heat of her tongue traced the edge of your ear, and she was nipping at your jaw while she dragged her palms from your ass to the side of your ribs. Your skin burnt at her touch and you could do nothing but surrender, to moan and whimper as your heat blazed anew despite having just been swept away.

“But this time, you’re going to come with my fingers in you.”

She didn’t even let the words sink in. Instead she wasted no time to slip her hand between your bodies and to push aside the fabric of your ruined underwear. Usually, Alexia liked to tease you and ease her fingers in you slowly as she sought as much reaction from you as she could, but the slick she found there must had been enough to satisfy her because she pushed two fingers in as soon as she found you. The thickness of her fingers slid in easily and you nearly screamed her name from the pleasure. 

She was relentless in her endeavour to make her words true with the way she gripped your hip steady with her free hand so you didn’t stray too far from her touch when you moved to meet her thrusts, the pace at which she worked her fingers in you left you lightheaded the same way her teeth on your neck worked to drive you insane.

“Alexia, Alexia, Alexia–” You chanted her name like a holy litany, burying your face into her hair that was now slightly damp with sweat and breathed her in: her scent of sun and freshly cut grass, of faint wintergreen, and an essence that was uniquely hers. The moment left you full with something heavy and warm, something that spoke of and hoped for forever, and clarity washed over you: this wasn’t like one of your previous dalliances anymore because you wanted more with her.

The realisation hit you hard, the gravity of it left your mind in a momentary stasis that when you came back to yourself, the shock of your orgasm knocked the breath from your lungs and you felt yourself being pulled by the tide. So strong was it that you could do nothing but pray the flood wouldn’t take you–that Alexia wouldn’t let you drown.

[plaidpajamallama]

(You scared me) RHEA RIPLEY X JEY USO

The Finale

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Jey woke up, the sun shining in his eyes through the curtains. He looked down at Rhea; she was still asleep, her arm was lying on his chest, her hair covered her face, the blanket was down around her hips, her back was covered in the light from the sun, and his arm was trapped under her head.

He reached over to the nightstand on his side, grabbing his phone and taking a picture of her. She was always so beautiful.

He looked around their room, smiling at seeing her title on the ground.

He was so proud of her he wished he could have been there after she won it, but he had his match, so

But just the look on her face after she won made him smile. She spent all of last year trying to get it back, and she finally did it, and he was so happy for her. It did make him miss having gold around his waist, though.

He felt her cold fingertips touch his chin, turning his head to the side, looking at her with a smile. Good morning, Mama.

She brushed the hair out of her face. Good morning, did you sleep okay?

Yeah, I fell asleep not long after you.

Good She leaned forward, giving him a kiss. How do you feel? She placed her chin onto his chest.

I’m done trying to please him. I’m done with all of it. Drew, fuck the bloodline as a whole. I’m done. I can’t be a world champion if I’m tied up in their shit. I have to focus on me.

Good, you should; you deserve it, baby.

He nodded. I do. I don’t think I deserve you, though. He chuckled, running his fingers down her spine.

You may not deserve me, but I’m here, and you're never getting rid of me, she grinned.

Oh, I don’t want to, baby girl.

Mmm, when do we have to get out of here? She asked, rubbing her hand up his chest.

Check out at 11, so…

So we have plenty of time. She said she moved on top of him, revealing her tattooed body as she pulled the blanket back around her shoulders.

Ooh, more than plenty, babygirl. He sat up, grabbing her hips and pulling her closer. She giggled against his lips, moving her hair to the side.

A loud knock on the door kicked them out of their little bubble.

He groaned, It's 8 in the fucking morning. Who needs us? He said his bottom lip is poking out.

She laughed at him pouting; he was cute when he pouted. It’s probably just Damian; we usually get breakfast to celebrate our big wins.

Well, we’re celebrating, so tell him to fuck off.

She hit his chest. No, we’re going to breakfast.

I don’t want to eat breakfast; I want something better. Mama, he said, moving his hands up her thighs to her ass, sending a shiver throughout her body.

There was another loud knock on the door.

Well, that’s a shame, because we’re having breakfast, she said, hopping off and grinning over her shoulder as she bent over, grabbing his shirt off the ground.

He stood up with a huff, putting on some basketball shorts before walking over to the door. You're mean, he said before opening it.

Damian stood there leaning against the door frame. Took you long enough.

He sucked his teeth. Fuck you, uce, he said, walking away from the door.

Don’t mind him; he’s just upset because we’re going to breakfast. She poked her head out of the bathroom, but that’s not what he wants.

My bad. I’ll call next time.

Yeah, you should. We aren't going to pick up, but go ahead.

Jey! She yelled for the bathroom.

Alright, sorry, he said, giving Damian a look.

He shook his head. Is it just you guys coming, or are Jimmy and Naomi coming too?

Shit, probably. Let me check, though. He walked over to the bed, almost tripping over the tile still on the ground from last night, grabbing his phone off the nightstand.

Rhea was fixing her hair in the mirror. What do you want? She said feeling Damian watching her

It's been a while since we've done one of these.

I know hopefully we will do one again soon; I need both my boys with gold.

That’s always the goal. He took a step into the room. How does it feel? He asked

Mmm, it feels like things are getting back to normal. Well, are they a new normal? She said going back to the night she first won the championship.

He put his hand on her shoulder. We don’t need them. Rhea

I know just when I look at it, I see them. Everything we built together, I hate them, but she turned back around, picking her hairbrush back up.

Rhea I get it; I hate them too, but I wouldn’t have been champion without them. They can say whatever they want, but we all loved each other. You're allowed to miss them and what we all had together.

She took a minute to think, looking at herself in the mirror. Thank you, she said, walking past him out of the bathroom.

Jim and Naomi said they're coming. I told them I’ll let them know when we’re leaving.

Already I’ll come back in a bit, he said, giving her a side hug.

Alight call this time, uce

Jey! She said, shooting him a look.

Alright, alright, my bad. See you in a minute, uce.

Ok, bye.

Bye, she closed the door behind him before grabbing a pillow off the couch and throwing it at him. Will you stop!

He dodged out of the way, girl! You better stop.

Or what? She with a smirk on her face

Oh! Alright, bet. Bring your ass here, he said, walking around the room divider.

No! I’m sorry! We have things to do, baby.

Nah, fuck that shit; get over here.

She giggled as she turned around, running towards the bathroom, him chasing after her.

Rhea was walking around backstage at TV with Bayley.

Thanks for the help.

No problem, not that you needed it; I just have to get mine.

Oh no, you're good. I get it; just handle it Saturday.

Do you know who you’re talking to? I’m going to do more than just handle it.

And that’s why I’m going to stay on your good side. she said with a chuckle

Well, now that you're here officially, you'll be fine. I got your back.

And I got your, she threw her arm around her. So what's been up with you, Mami? Besides winning your title back

Not much; I bought myself a new pair of boots as a gift to myself, but that’s kind of it. Just been chilling.

That’s good. You deserve a little break.

I had a break against my will. I have had enough breaks; all I want to do is fight.

Well, the rumble is soon, so I would enjoy this time while you have it.

Oh, I will just—I’m excited to get in that ring hearing that champion in front of my name again.

I miss that feeling; it’s like a high.

Yeah, I love it.

So, is there anything new with you and Jey?

Nothing much; I spent the weekend at his house. He really likes my new gold

Oh, I bet so; everyone loves Mami with gold, she said, tapping on the metal around her waist, making her laugh. God, we need to get the girls together again. I miss you guys.

Agreed, it’s been too long; as soon as Jade is back, we’re having a girls day.

Or maybe we should have a little weekend day trip.

Leave on a Friday. Get back on a Monday for TV?

I’ll tell Bianca we’re starting to plan something.

I already love being here.

I love having you here. She opened the door to her locker room. Jey was sitting on the couch on his phone.

Hey, Uce, Good to have you back.

Hey, I’m going to go catch up with you later.

Ok, see you. I’ll call Bianca tonight.

Yes! Love you, she said as she walked away.

Love you too! She chuckled, shutting the door. Hey baby, what are you doing?

Nothing has been chilling in here since I beat Gunther's ass. Is that cool?

Yeah, I don’t care. She sat down next to him, running her thumb over his bottom lip.

You should see the other guy.

I did. I also saw what he said. You good?

Yeah, that shits all true. I know it he isn't going to make me feel bad for helping my brother, though I’m not the one who got worked up because I’m an actual main eventer and he ain't

I also saw you with the title, and it’s going to look even better with your name plates.

That and new are going to feel crazy. Saturday mama I don’t think I’m ready for it, he said with a nervous smile.

You'll never be ready, baby, but you'll figure it out with time. She took his hand in hers. You got this; don’t let anyone tell you different, alright?

Alright, come on, let’s watch the uce match, and then we’ll get some food.

She chuckled. You always want some food.

He took the remote off the table, clicking on the TV just in time to see Damian walk out.

She couldn’t help but notice that Jey's leg was bouncing up and down

Which he only did when he was anxious; maybe Gunther's words got to him more than she thought.

He’s been saying a lot of shit these past two weeks, and all the stuff people were saying online probably didn’t help either.

They were talking about his move set, if he actually deserves this title shot, and if he won, would he be a good champion? That he was better when he was with Jimmy; he’s nothing but a tag team champion, and he will be nothing more.

She tried to tell him that none of that was true, when she was at his place but then he just changed the subject and made her something to eat.Which just told her that it was getting to him.

She sat back in her seat, trying to focus on the match in front of her.

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Jey and Jimmy were sitting in his rental car waiting for the girls.

I still can’t believe it, uce. I mean, how do you pick a fight and then lose? he said, laughing.

He laughed mockingly with him, Fuck you, uce. We aren’t all main eventers now.

Aye, I’m just fucking with you, uce. You're going to get Melo next week, and when I win, I’ll give you a shot.

Well, I hope you're ready to lose, because if we're fighting for that title, I'm beating your ass.

Can't wait to see it because you said the same shit last time, and who won again?

He sucked his teeth. Whatever, are you ready for tomorrow?

As much as I can be, do you think I got this? Rhea keeps saying I do, but she has to, but you don’t, so you think I can do it?

Uce, you only lose the first time because of me; that’s my bad, by the way, and the second time was whatever. You can beat him; he isn’t special. You’ve beaten worse with and without me. He puts his hand on his shoulder. You got this.

You're first in line when I win.

Shit, I better. Who else would it be, Finn’s ass?

That man is going off the deep end. I want no part in that.

I feel you. I’m just trying to stay out of the Wyatts’ way since they are here now.

You better be careful; we've fucked over a lot of people.

He sighed. I know we did a lot of shit for Roman. I did a lot for him, and I’m sorry for that, uce.

I’m not blameless either; we both fucked up, but we’re good now. It’s all love, uce.

The trunk popped open. the girls throwing their suitcase in before shutting it and getting in the backseat Sorry, sorry, we got caught up with Tiffy. Rhea said, rolling her eyes.

So are we going to get some food? I’m hungry. Naomi said as he started the car.

Damn, you aren't tired. Jimmy said, as he buckled his seatbelt.

I can’t go to sleep hungry, babe.

Yeah, let’s get some food, baby. I need something in my stomach, or I feel I might die. Rhea said dramatically, fainting.

He shook his head. Aye, I’m always down to eat; I don’t care.

He caught her eyes in the mirror, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks, taking what he said as something else. He chuckled at her dirty mind while pulling out of the parking lot.

So what are we going to get? Naomi said, leaning forward against the back of Jimmy's seat.

What do you think we should do to get you?

I don’t know why I asked; she laughed, sitting back. So what's the plan from tomorrow?

Uhh, I don’t know.

Aye, I know what we're doing after, though, you see.

It’s going to be just as bad when I win the IC.

I know you all were lit.

As fuck, it’s crazy. I remember that shit too, uce.

I’m surprised you remember anything from that night you and Priest were gone.

Aye, I remember what I should, Mama.

She shook her head. You're ridiculous.

Oh, you should have seen him at my birthday party; he was acting a total fool.

Aye, I was having fun. It’s not my fault y’all left me alone, uce.

You know how many times we had to tell your drunk ass not to call her, Jimmy said, hitting his shoulder before pointing back at Rhea.

Nah, I don’t remember that.

I bet you don’t use He laughed.

They pulled into the Waffle House parking lot, parking in the front, the bright lights from inside shining into the car. Come on, let’s eat.

Rhea walked out of the bathroom; it was almost midnight at this point. They spent longer than that meant to at Waffle House just talking and laughing.

She threw her dirty clothes into her suitcase. She had on a pair of black sweatpants and one of his shirts she stole from his house last weekend.

Jey was sitting in bed on his phone in just a pair of gray sweatpants.

She crawled up behind him, wrapping her arms around him. Her chin resting on his shoulder, she could feel all the tension in his body.

He clicked his phone off, setting it on the nightstand beside him. Sup, babygirl.

Hi, are you alright?

Yeah, just nervous. What if I can’t do it?

Baby, you got this; you can beat Gunther.

He ran a hand over his face, sighing, Rhea. You keep saying that, but we’re talking about Gunther the Ring General, a man who has only been pinned three times. What makes you think I can be the fourth?

My love She put her hand under his chin, making him look at her; his eyes were low and tired, his mouth falling into a frown.

You're right. He is the Ring General, but your main event Jey Uso, and you didn’t get that name from main eventing; you got it because you were—you are that fucking good, baby. Don’t let him get in your head.

It’s not just him; it’s everyone else, everyone who believes in me. What if I let them down?

You won’t. They love you, baby. Do they want to see you win? Yes, but they're stuck by you if you don't.

And you? He said softly, his big eyes staring up at her.

Jey I love you; that’s not going to change because you might not beat Gunther, and you beating Gunther isn't going to make me love you more, but

She leaned in closer to him, just a couple of inches away from his face. I will be proud of you no matter what happens tomorrow. She kissed him, pulling back to look at him. I love you.

I love you too. He took her hand, which was sitting on his chest, into his hand. Sorry, I’m making this shit all about me. He placed a kiss on her hand. You got a match too, and I’ll be there cheering you on.

And I’ll be doing the same, but baby, promise me if you lose tomorrow you will not blame yourself.

I won’t, baby girl, I promise.

Thank you. She placed a kiss on his shoulder, feeling the tension fall in them. Come on, we need to go to sleep, baby, she said, sitting back down on the bed. Alright.

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1…2…3…AND STILL YOUR WOMAN’S WORLD CHAMPION…. RHEA RIPLEY

She started walking towards the back, holding her ribs. God, that annihilator was bad; she definitely wouldn’t miss that. She felt a sharp pain as she sucked in a breath. Her ribs didn’t feel broken, but they were bruised.

She walked through the crowd, high-fiving them as she walked by, before walking backstage. It didn’t take long for her to find Jey.

He was standing by the gorilla, seemingly waiting for her with Jimmy and Naomi; he was holding something behind his back.

She ran up, jumping on him, wrapping her legs around his waist to keep her up.

Shit, girl! He stumbled backward, catching her with one arm. You scared the shit out of me.

Sorry, it’s the adrenaline. She said, hopping down as soon as her feet touched the ground, Naomi pulled her into a warm embrace. You did amazing, big mama.

He smiled, seeing how his family loved her as much as he did. Jimmy nudged him, looking towards the flowers behind his back.

Oh, here, Mama, he said, pulling a bouquet of red roses from behind his back.

Her face lit up at the sight of them. Baby, you didn’t have to do that, she said, taking the bouquet from him.

Why not? You deserve your first title defense.

Well, thank you. She gave him a peck on the cheek, not wanting to get lipstick on him.

No problem, baby girl.

Aye, can I say that tornado DDT was nasty, uce? Jimmy said dapping her up.

She chuckled. I know some moves.

What are you going to pull out, uce? "Are you going to let her show you up? he said, hitting his shoulder.

You're going to have to wait and see, uce; I got a couple of things up my sleeve, you know.

Can’t wait to see Rhea, she said, grabbing his arm and putting it around her shoulder.

Well, come on, we still have a show to watch until it’s main event time. Naomi said, linking her arm with Rhea’s, skipping away with her.

They just be in their own little world, uce, he said with a chuckle.

Mmhmm, but it’s fine because I got something for you anyway, uce.

He looked at him confused, thinking about what he could have gotten him.

You're going to like it, Uce. Come on. He patted him on the back, walking in the other direction.

You know you said that shit before, uce.

And I mean it; he opened the door, leading him out to the parking lot.

Yo, where are we going? He said catching up to him I kind of have shit to do, uce.

Damn, all you do is complain, huh? I’m happy to not be working with you anymore.

Is it you? Because you've been getting your ass beat since I left.

He sucked his teeth. See, I’m trying to be nice, uce, and you're being an ass.

He popped the trunk of their rental car. Mama set this up; I just picked it up, so thank her, not me.

He lifted the truck up, revealing a long, big white box. He pulled it out, letting him see what it was. He looked in the box through the little window on top. It was a white flower lei with a blue ribbon throughout it.

Shit, he looked over at him. Mama did this?

Yeah, she said you needed it tonight, big night for you, uce. He put his hand on his shoulder. She wished she could be here.

I know she called me this morning and wished me luck even though she said I didn’t need it.

He chuckled. We never did, huh?

Nope, I feel like I need it right now, though I'm in the big leagues now.

It's where you belong, you. He dapped him up, bringing him into a hug. You got this, uce.

Thanks, man. He patted him on the back before taking a step back. I appreciate you.

I appreciate you too, Uce. Come before the girls start wondering where we are, he said, grabbing the box and closing the truck.

“Alright,” he was feeling good, confident he was ready; he was going to beat Gunther's ass and become the new heavyweight champion.

1…2…3…AND STILL!

Jey walked through the curtains out of the gorilla; his body broke, and he tried; he lost; he lost?

His chest felt heavy, like someone was sitting on it; each breath he took was harder than the first.

Even with Cody coming out there telling him it was okay, it still hurt deeply. He gave it his all and then some, and he still fucking lost.

Each step he took hurt his knees; felt weak, like he was going to fall any second. He grabbed onto the wall for support as he walked.

Jey, are you ok? Her words sounded muffled as his ears rang slightly from that double powerbomb he took.

He leaned against the wall, feeling the cool wall against his skin, hearing his heart beating like it was going to beat out of his chest.

Baby, are you alright? She put her hand on the side of his face; he could hear the worry in her voice. knocking him out of his daze

Yeah, yeah, I’m good. His voice was tired, his chest aching as he spoke.

You don’t look good, baby. She pushed his hair out of his face.

I’m fine. Just my body hurts, he said, rubbing his red chest.

Ok, ok, he could feel her eye darting around; he pulled her into a hug, grinding his teeth a bit at the feeling against his chest.

It’s alright, baby, you did good. She said, working her hand into his hair.

It hurts Rhea. He buried his face in the side of her neck.

I know, I know, but it’s okay, love.

He grabbed her tighter as they just stood there together for a moment, the ringing in his ears stopping.

Do you want to just go back to the hotel?

He nodded his head, pulling back from her.

Okay, she said softly, then let’s go. She grabbed his hand.

He threw his arm over her shoulder. Can I get a little help, Mama?

Of course she put her arm around him, helping hold him up as they walked down the hall.

They walked into their room still a mess from them rushing out that morning.

She sat him down on the end of the bed before sitting down next to him. Are you okay, baby?

He put his head in his hands, letting out a sigh. I don’t know.

She put her hand on his back, leaning her head on his shoulder. It's ok, baby.

I held it in my hands. I had it right there, and I lost it. I lost it.

You're going to figure it out, love.

He fell back onto the bed, his head still in his hands. It was right there, right fucking there.

Jey, baby, you did good.

Not good enough, or I would be champion right now, he said with a heavy sigh.

Jey She lay back beside him, looking him in his eyes. You did good, my love, she said, trying to reassure him. You gave it your all. You did good. Don't beat yourself up about it, love.

Alright, he's moving up the bed, lying against all the pillows.

You’re just going to go to sleep? She said moving as well.

No, I’m not tired; still got adrenaline. He chuckled a bit at Cody's music popping into his head.

He heard her wince as she lay down, grabbing at her ribs.

Are you alright? Did you get checked?

Yeah, I got checked; I’m good there, just a little bruised. I should be good in a week or so.

Okay, come here, baby girl, he said, raising his arm up for her. She lay under his arm, laying her head against his collarbone.

She turned on some bad reality TV to hopefully make Jey feel a little better, which did get a couple of chuckles from him, but he was still pretty quiet.

After a while, he spoke up again. Rhea I know I can beat him.

Then get a rematch and beat him.

He’s not really known for giving rematches.

She raised her head up to look at him. So make him give you one? You're Jey Uso; if you want a title shot, you'll get one. Besides, when you win the rumble, he'll have to give you a title shot.

Fuck! I forgot about the rumble.

She chuckled at him. How could he forget the first stop on the road to mania?

Rhea He sat up. I know I can beat him. I was this fucking close. I can do it, Mama. I can beat him.

Then do it, she said, shifting to lie against the pillows.

I will! He moved off the bed, standing up On Monday. I’m going out there and letting it know that I’m going to win the rumble and going from Gunther.

Good I saw the look on his face after he was shocked; he wasn’t expecting you to get him like that.

A smile came across his face. I’m going to be the fourth.

You're going to be the fourth baby.

He pulled her off the bed into a kiss. I got it.

I told you you did.

But now I got the rumble too, and I’m winning that bitch, he said with the biggest smile on his face.

You’re going to be a world champion. She said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

I’m going to be a world fucking champion. He picked her up, spinning her around and making her giggle. They fell back onto the bed, bursting into laughter. He grabbed her, pulling her into another kiss. God, I love you, bad girl, he said, making her smile. I know you do.

Can you imagine me winning at Mania on the biggest stage of them all in front of millions of people, holding that title above my head?

I can imagine it, baby; you're going to be an amazing champion. She said, brushing his hair behind his ear.

We’re going to be champions together. I’m pretty sure our titles will match.

They will, won’t they?

Mmhmm, that’s what I hear. We’re going to look fine as hell with our matching titles.

Oh for sure, and I’ll be in your corner when you win it.

Wouldn’t have it any other way. Baby girl, he took her hand in his. I was thinking about something today.

What’s that love?

That we've been together for a good while now, and Jim loves you Naomi loves you and I have no doubt that Solo won’t love you when we make up, so I was thinking maybe when I go back home, maybe you come with?

Oh? Her mouth fell open a bit. You want me to meet…

My mom I told her I've been seeing someone, but she doesn’t know it’s you, and I want her to.

You think I’m ready to meet her?

Rhea My mom will love you; she already likes you from what I told her about you.

I’m not really good at meeting parents. Jey most don't really like me.

Rhea They both sat up, he still holding her hand. I promise you she’ll love you; you’re amazing, and she’ll see that, and she’ll see how much you love me.

She took a deep breath. Are you sure you want me to meet her?

Yes, I’m sure, he said, looking her in her eyes, showing her he was one hundred percent sure.

Ok then, I guess I’ll meet your mom, she said, smiling.

I’ll let her know tomorrow; she's going to be so excited. I haven't seen her since Christmas, so she's going to break out all the stops.

I don’t know if I should be scared or excited at that. She said with a nervous chuckle

Probably a little of both, but it’s going to be fine. It’s going to be great, babygirl.

She wrapped her arm around his neck, giving him a kiss on the cheek before pulling him down.

Come on, let’s finish our episode.

Alight I have not been paying attention, so I hope that recap is good.

She laughed, unpausing the TV. I’ll catch you up, she said, reclaiming her spot on his chest.

I think it’s going to be a good year, Mama.

I think so too, baby. Saturday is going to be fun now.

Oh, it’s going to be real fun when I throw that last person over the top rope.

I think it’s going to be more fun depending on who that person is.

Won’t matter; there are no friends in the rumble; it’s one vs. all.

He sank down into the bed, the warmth from her skin becoming his as they lay there, all the pain he felt from losing slowly fading away. He was focused on her, not caring what was happening on the TV.

How could he have gotten so lucky? Something that was just started as a partnership when he was still with the Bloodline and she with Judgment Day, now both of them on their own, becoming their own people, and her now his girlfriend, the woman he loved, the woman he would do anything for, the woman he saw a future with, and none of this would be happening if she never got hurt, if Damian never invited him to stay with them, Bad Blood Weekend, and made them share a room?

He never meant for any of this to happen, but he sure was happy it did.

Rhea moved her arm over him, watching the show, but not really; she could believe she was going to meet Jey's mom. This was crazy—a good crazy. If she had never gotten her heart broken by Dom, she would have never become friends with Jey and then fallen in love with him.

She couldn’t lie he was nice to look at every time then ran into the bloodline or just Jey how good he looked never went unnoticed my her neither did his sense of humor which is what made him so attractive which Damian noticed and pushed her to do something but she was scared so she didn’t she keep him at a arms length not wanting to get hurt again but he made that impossible to do especially since Damian forced them to share a room with made her realize just how much she loved him he always made her feel loved he saw her at her worse at her lowest and he never made her feel bad from that he was there for her when she needed and she was there for him

She never thought she would want to hit a guy more than Dom, but Roman was most definitely working his way up that list.

She loved him, and his family loved her, and she was about to meet more of them, and she was excited. She never thought a little crush would turn into this, into a friendship, a relationship, or whatever else this was. She loved him and maybe even wanted to spend her life with him, but that was a question from another time.

She didn’t need to think about that right now; she had a mother she needed to impress.

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And that is where the story ends (for now)

Thanks to all the people who been here since the beginning when it was real spooky 😂 I appreciate every single one of you who been reading my little story

I’m thinking of doing a little Jey x Sami mini series so if y’all want that so look up for that

This is not the end of are Jhea story your get a one shot every now and then (no time soon I’m taking a little break from them two)

I love y’all and appreciate y’all 🖤

[nottheweirdest]

Fanfiction Friday Week 5

I know, I know, it's Saturday lol don't look at me. This week's rec is..... *insert fanfare* ✨🙌🎉

Wrong Number by yourstrulynine Rated: Teen Word Count: 38834 and counting Status: Ongoing Summary:

+0*****: UGHHH im so tired thanks to u

+0*****: i swear u didnt have to go so hard on me :/

you: Who is this?

+0*****: ur lover

+0*****: jk

in which Sonic ends up texting the wrong number. I am thoroughly enjoying this fic which is ongoing but has 43 chapters as of today! It's set in an AU where Sonic isn't a big hero and Shadow is a journalist. It's sort of like a modern day take on 'You've Got Mail' I suppose? Sonic and Shadow don't know each other at all, Sonic messages a number he thinks is Knuckles and it goes from there. I've found the pacing and the way it develops to be really interesting, like the writing and the chapters are developing right along the relationship and feelings. The first several chapters start out as nothing more than a few text exchanges but as time goes on there's more to it, not so much on the texting, but on the building of personalities and connections, thoughts and feelings. It's got a little angst, but is overall light and fun to read! I also feel like the author does a particularly great job on Shadow's voice and point of view. Check it out and give the author some loveeeeee 🖤💙 Look back on Week 4 here.

[youruinedmylifebynotbeingreal]

Six Sentence Sunday

Figured I'd give the Sorvus Nation a sneak peak at what I've got coming later this week!👀

...

But Corvus was observant enough to know that Soren wasn’t doing half as well as he wanted everyone to believe he was. So, Corvus went along with his schemes, hoping it would bring a smile to Soren’s face.

Soren’s current choice of competition was a race across the field outside of the city that Corvus had wandered to. Soren had somehow followed, trailing behind him like a lost puppy. Corvus didn’t have the heart to tell Soren he’d wanted to be alone. But shockingly, Soren’s company wasn’t as grating as Corvus feared it would be.

[local-eldritch]

Happy FFWF Valentines!!!

I saw @joyful-soul-collector was sending valentines day themed asks. And it reminded me a lot of my fic that I wanted to post a snippet as like a Valentine's day treat. Because the word "Partner" in the context of Jayvik is well, yknow. (Somewhere in the distance my beta reader, who shall not be summoned for I too fear god, is yelling at me that "no, they don't 'y'know'", y'know?) Anyways, the blurb:

Their hands tangle around the rune and Jayce memorizes the feeling of Viktor against him. Whispers partner, partner, partner into the space between. Existence and nihility join at their fingertips and burn outwards in cold and blazing heat. They are ephemeral and eternal, a contradiction of paraconsistence. Jayce is not so proud to say that he isn't afraid, but with Viktor against him even death feels gentle. He wishes he had held him like this before. He wishes for a lot of things, but that above all else.

[kraken17]

Enid nodded. Wednesday's words had been firm and sure and that always reassured her, “We're never going to have a normal life at all, are we?”

"We're Addams, querida. Normality has never been part of the equation,” Wednesday replied with a half smile on her lips that made something tingle very pleasantly inside Enid.

“Yes, it would be très ennuyeux,” the she-wolf replied with a hungry growl reverberating in her throat as her gaze fell upon her raven's lips.

"Enid,” Wednesday muttered, suddenly breathless and with her pupils dilated like those of a cat resting its gaze on the most delicious of prey, “That's French.”

-Excerpt from Creepy Mysterious (or, Beyond the Wednesday-Verse), Chapter 3: Merry Ominous Christmas.

[ilidaeandquill]

The hand that cradled their cheek was warm.

Eyes sealed; lips soft. The only sounds that met their ears were distant murmurs and silk-spun wonders. There’s something wet, they think, on their chest. A wound, a tear, an open bleeding socket. The rush of blood pouring out matched the quiet beating in their heart.

Maybe Goatfrey deserved this. They rested their head fully, letting it fall in the warmth beneath their chin. Yes. Maybe they deserved it all.

“Infant God. Bearer of the Violet Crown.”

The thousand voices called to them again. Goatfrey waved it off, eyes still closed. “Leave me.”

February 1 2025

[ksbbb]

Fuck it Friday Saturday

Tagged by @hemlocksandfoxgloves @mmoosen @blue-hair-and-angels

“Theo’s not going to do anything. You just said you’re the fighter.” Liam points out, and Theo doesn’t like that kind of baseless statement, feeling as if he needs to redeem himself somehow.

Liam gently places his wrist in front of Theo’s lips, quietly waiting for him to take his needed fill of blood, and he can’t bring himself to do it.

Not Liam. He’s too trusting and not worried about the possibility of Theo losing control. He can’t risk it, but his blood is sweet, making the vampire hungry, even in his weakened form.

He slowly closes his mouth around Liam’s wrist, sucking the blood slowly, and sighing at the first couple drops he takes.

“I’m mmm you did…on.” Theo grumbles, losing his thought and talking with a mouthful of blood.

“No talking while you're eating Theo. Rude.” Liam mutters, as he flinches when Theo sucks a bit too hard.

“He’s gotta be mad I was the one to kill —.” Boyd says, pleased with himself and ready to rub it in Theo’s face.

Tagging @maplesyrizzup @wolfboy88 @chasing-chimeras @theoceanismyinkwell @thiamsxbitch @thiamsalphas-blog @honestlydarkprincess

[ambernotember]

Fuck it Friday

Tommy knocked on the loft door, mentally preparing himself to see Ev–Buck.

The door swung open, but instead of Buck it was someone he’d never seen before, a young Asian man around Buck’s age.

“Uh, sorry,” Tommy started. “I was – is Buck here?” Maybe it was stupid to stay around, maybe he should have lied and said it was the wrong apartment, but how would he explain that if Buck saw him?

“No.”

“Oh, okay.” A pretty clear dismissal, then. “Thanks.”

“Do you want me to let him know you stopped by?”

“No, I’ll just, uh, I’ll come back later. Or something.”

The other man frowned. “You haven’t talked to him recently, have you?”

“No, it’s been a little while.” 3 weeks, 5 days, 12 hours, but who’s counting? “Is everything okay?”

“Oh, I didn’t mean to worry you! No, that’s a valid question with Buck. He’s fine, but uh, he’s not in the city. I’m house sitting for him.”

“Huh.” Tommy paused. “Do you know when he’s coming back?”

The guy shrugged. “Sometime before June?”

“You’re going to house sit for him for six months?” Tommy’s eyebrows shot up.

“Brother in law privileges. He gets free house sitting, I get to be closer to my niece.”

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Fuck It/Inspo Saturday

Thank you to @tizniz @exhuastedpigeon @bidisasterbuckdiaz and @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove for tagging me in either Friday or Saturday!

I'm actually not going to say what fic this is from... It's a surprise.

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Hen clocks him immediately. 

“There’s something off about you,” she observes in the locker room. 

“I feel weird today,” Buck admits. “But I’m not sure why.”

“Hmm,” Hen frowns. “Maybe a weather pattern?”

Buck shrugs. “Does air pressure cause a persistent sense of, uh, forlorness?” 

Hen blinks, wincing slightly. “Not usually. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Thanks,” Buck says. “But I don’t know what I’d say. I just woke up feeling like this.”

Hen squeezes his shoulder. “Well, you know where to find me.”

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Fanfic Friday on a Saturday

Welcome to another Weekend, I can’t believe it is April already! This is a very busy month for me so I am not sure how much reading I will get done, nor how often I will do my Fanfic posts, but lets see how we go….

Below are the stories I have been reading since my last post, and as you will see it is not many. I am hoping I might get to catch up a bit over Easter, and if not Easter then maybe Anzac Weekend (the weekend following Easter).

Multi Chapter Completed

It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas by Stars_of_Kyber: The conclusion to the cute - but competitive - Kanthony Christmas story. I am a little late to finishing it, but it was worth it! [Modern AU]

Multi Chapter WIP

Model Behaviour by anonpls: The continuing development of Model Kate and Actor Anthony’s relationship, with the latest chapter really bringing on the tears. I love seeing how Kate slowly opens up to Anthony, and am looking forward to the next chapter. [Modern AU]

You Used To Live in my Head (Now I Carry You in my Heart) by HarnitBee, Stars_of_Kyber: The State dinner is close, and Kate is going as a plus one for someone other than Prince Anthony - without him knowing. I can’t wait to see how Anthony deals with this twist….. It is the continuing Prince Anthony and Museum Curator Kate Text Fic. [Modern AU]

I can’t turn you down (to save my life) by Moomin_94: It is Molly’s fake relationship Friday Fic, but it seems that for one half of the couple it is more real relationship…. Or at least wannabe real relationship. [Modern AU]

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Wednesday Jungkook can get it anytime he wants

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Fuck It Friday/ Inspiration Saturday!!

Tagged by @tizniz , @theotherbuckley , @daffi-990 , @wikiangela , @loveyouanyway , @exhuastedpigeon, @wildlife4life thanks guys!!! Tagging you right back if you haven't already done it! Muah! 🩷💜

I missed Friday in an attempt to avoid spoilers for the episode. And what an episode it was. It also inspired me to rewrite Like Bloodstained Wood as a 7x03 AU (because there's no way this will happen lol). I can't find the post where I described this fic, so... Long story short, Eddie goes missing during the cruise disaster and Buck... doesn't cope well:

"Eddie!" Buck screamed for maybe the hundredth time.

Bobby's own voice was raw and weak. He'd screamed for Athena with the same anguish he was hearing from Buck.

But...

Bobby found Athena.

They couldn't find Eddie.

Everyone, Athena included- broken ribs and all, dove back in in hopes of finding him.

Now, God only knew how many hours later, Hen got word the coast guard was calling off the search. Bobby insisted on being the one to tell Buck.

"Eddie!" Buck screamed again, drawing out his name until his lungs gave out.

Bobby's heart ached. Losing a best friend was hard enough. But Buck and Eddie were so much more. Best friends, co-parents, partners- in every sense of the word. So intertwined that being apart felt like a piece of them was missing.

Bobby felt the same when Athena disappeared. But Bobby got lucky.

He didn't know how to even begin to tell Buck.

Buck caught sight of him before he could think of a way.

"Cap, we need to-"

"Buck," Bobby said, fighting to keep his voice steady.

Buck seemed to read everything on his face. "No... No, no they're not calling off the search," he said in a broken, pleading voice.

"I'm sorry, kid," Bobby said softly.

Buck's knees buckled and he fell forward. Bobby caught him as a scream, agonizing and heartbreaking, tore free of Buck's throat.

Bobby eased him to the ground and held him tighter. Buck hiccupped a sob and clung to him, shaking his head and staring at the remains of the ship. Bobby had only seen him like this when lightning and freezing mud kept him from Eddie.

"He can't, he can't," Buck whimpered. "Eddie."

Bobby knew he needed to be strong, for Buck, but he let his own tears fall away.

"I'm sorry, kid," Bobby whispered again.

"No," Buck hissed. "No, no, he's not... He can't be..."

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my four hours of sleep and my will/ need to write the new FtbL chapter are having a fucking war over here.

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New chapter. Wooooo. (I am going to sleep now, goodNIGHT. Morning. WHATEVER.)