#alvey kulina fiction

[talia-rumlow]

Fight For Me (Alvey Kulina/Original Female Character) Chapter One

WORDCOUNT: 5525

TRIGGERS: Mentions of drug abuse, strong language, some mentions of sex.

CHAPTER ONE - BACK AGAIN!

Venice Beach, California. Where the land meets the ocean and there's mile after mile of open beaches, life-guard towers, side walk coffee shops, luxury boutiques, unconvetional street artists and colorful wallpaintings. Venice Boardwalk was a haven for tourists, and therefore almost always packed with people.

For those who live here full time, this was a regular day to day lifestyle. And something they got used to over time. Learning when to not visit certain places, due to the crowds that gathered there. Learning how to deal with the crazy tourists, and the not so crazy ones. Life for the locals in Venice was a regular day to day life, no different from your life or my life. For them, Venice was the most beautiful place on God's green earth, and a lifestyle in itself.

For Alyssa Stavos, Venice Beach was a new beginning. Or well, more like a walk of shame, back to a life she left behind several years ago. A life she left without looking back, and without giving notice. She just left, dissapeared overnight. And back then, she thought that was the best descition she ever made. But that was back then, way back then.

Life hadn't exactly been like Alyssa had planned, and wether she wanted to or not, she was back in Venice. Back to the fighting scene, back to stitchin' fighters up, back to deal with addiction, anger, remorse, head injuries and weighins. Back in a world of masculinity, strong language, anger issues, family drama and most importaintly, back in Navy St. And back where Alvey was. He didn't know yet of course, but it was just a matter of time until that bliss also would fly out the window.

Alyssa sort of grew up in the MMA life. Her father Alexander Stavos used to be a famous MMA fighter, when he was still alive. And it was through him that Alyssa got intorduced to the world of fighting. It was the world of fighting that pushed her to study medicine, so she could be a part of the team around her dad when he was fighting. Due to her dad's merrits, she quickly made a name for herself in the business, which in turn led her to Alvey Kulina and his world. He was King Kulina back then. A world renown fighter, with several medals and trophies attached to his name. Back when they first met, Alvey was like a God to her. A renown fighter who wanted her on his team. And Alvey was a good fighter, he probably still was. But his carreer took a big hit, and that brought with it a whole avalance of messed up things, that all happened at once. Alyssa thought she pulled out before her name was too tainted with Alvey's mistakes. But as it turned out, the name King Kulina wasn't what it used to be. And getting a job, a real job, after being a part of the Kulina scene when it crumbled wasn't as easy as it sounded.

Alyssa discards her empty paper cup in a trashcan, before walking over to Muscle Beach. She needed a morning work out before she entered the Lion's den. Of course the job came with free workouts at Navy St. But she wasn't going there now. Not before Alvey gets to know she's back.

As she gets ready for her morning workout, she can't help but notice some guys looking at her from the other side of the street, talking to each other. By the look on their faces it's either unpure or unfriendly thoughts they have about her. Maybe both. It's not like she's not used to this. In her line of work, this kind of thing was sort of in the job description. But in some weird way, these particular guys felt threatening. She could probably kick their asses from here to the end of the universe. But even if she could fight, it wasn't like she wanted to, at least not all the time. And definetly not now. Maybe Navy St. is a better place to work out after all.

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Alvey leans back in the yellow couch in his office. Another fuckin' fork in the god damn road. Jay was still in denial about having a drug problem, and wasn't fit to fight at all. Maybe in some ways Jay was in physical shape to fight. But mentally he was lost in whatever drug cloud he was in these days. Nate was mentally 100% ready for a fight, but he had taken a beating a while back, and none of the 20 or so doctors they had spoken to wanted to clear him for the cage yet. And Ryan, well as much as he could fight, and he'd probably do fairly good too. There was something inside Alvey that held back. His relationship with Ryan wasn't exactly paved with honesty and good intentions, but the two men did their best to make it work. For the business they said. But still, Alvey really didn't want Ryan the Destroyer steal his thunder. He'd be much more comfortable if another Kulina, such as Jay or Nate could carry the torch after him. But given the current situation, that seemed impossible. He was so desperate that he had called Lisa, his ex, a couple of weeks ago and asked if she knew any medics that would maybe look away from Nate's condition, and let him fight regardless.

To call Lisa, after everything that had happen between them, was hard to do. But Alvey felt he was out of options. It was now 14 days ago, and he still hadn't heard a word. Maybe he should just let Ryan fight. Swallow his ego, and let Ryan have the spotlight on him. Wheeler The Destroyer? King Kulina? He definetly liked the sound of King better.

Fuck, he needs to get out of here. He thinks for himself, dragging his hand over his face before he gets up. Just sitting here, waiting for that phone call from Lisa is not a good use of his time. Stupid, fucking Lisa. Although he couldn't entirely blame everything on her, she sure played a big part in what happened. Fuck!

As he steps out from his office and into the gym he's met by the familiar smell of sweat, energy drinks and wet towels.

"Dad!" Someone yells. The voice is almost drowned by the sound of ropes hitting the floor, people sparring in the cage and other familiar sounds of people working out.

Alvey doesn't react to the voice. Making a mental note that they shound get better air conditioning in here, he contiues through the gym.

"Dad!" The voice yells again. Alvey picks up his pace. He's not in the mood for any questions right now. Not about doctors or fighting or Lisa or anything else. "Alvey!" The voice presists.

"WHAT?" Alvey hisses out as he stops and turns around.

Nate, his youngest son is on his way over to him. Alvey folds his arms over his chest. Perfect. He loves both his boys, both Nate and Jay. After their mom took off left them alone, he had raised them as best he could. Constantly being reminded that they needed a female role model in their lives. It was just that King Kulina wasn't good at holding on to anything other than boxing gloves and diets.

"Did Lisa call back? Did we get a medic?" Nate asks, there's a hope in his voice. And Alvey hates to let him down. These days he felt that's all he did. Let people down.

"No, Nate. No doctor. I'm still waiting for a phone call. If she's ever going to call back," he sighs in return. Then he turns and leaves. "Shooting range," he hollers over his shoulder to Shelby in the reception before he walks out the door.

"Does he know anything?" Jay asks his younger brother as he tosses a water bottle his way. Watching as his brother catches the bottle, and takes a sip.

"Nope, not a damn thing," he replies. Then they just stand there together, looking at the enterance to the gym. Like the salvation is about to come through there any second.

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Alyssa looks up at the big sign outside the gym. Navy St. Mixed Martial Arts, Venice, Ca. A mix of nervousness and exitement fills her body, and without realizing it, she clench her fists. Lowering her gaze to the enterance. Navy St. Enterance can be seen above the door. What is she even doing here? Maybe she shouldn't have agreed to this at all.

When Lisa had called her, about 14 days ago, she was shocked. Given the troubled relationship she had with Lisa, it was the last person she ever expected to get a phone call from. Although half of it were Alvey's fault, Lisa wasn't as innocent as she tended to portray herself to be. The whole thing was kinda ironic in a way. Her relationship with Alvey ended the same way it had started, with infidelity. If she could call it that at all. Neither she or Alvey had said that they were exclusive, and she already knew how he was, and what he tended to do. Alvey was never the best at keeping girls. Probably why he and Lisa also broke up, but Alyssa never asked Lisa why. Wasn't her business anyway. But she said yes to help out as a medic. Mostly for Nate, she had said. And that was true in a way. At least it wasn't a total lie. But she would never admit to Lisa that she missed Alvey. Missed how he made her feel free and strong. Because Alvey did take her under his wings, protected her, kept her safe, helped her. But when Alvey crumbled, everything else also crumbled around him, including her. And then, Alvey found solace in Lisa. And Alyssa... Well, she left. She left everything behind six years ago, without a word. Including 19 year old Nate and 21 year old Jay. Leaving Alvey was hard enough, but leaving Jay and Nate; that was almost unbearable. They already been left once, and then she left as well. Probably not the best choice she made, but she did talk to them already, and they seemed to be okay about her coming back. Alvey however; that would be a different story.

Walking into the gym's reception area, she's immidiatly greeted by Shelby.

"Ally, you look amazing girl," Shelby states, followed by a warm hug.

"You too, Shelby, you too." She replies, hugging the blonde back. "He's not here is he?" She continues. She knows she have to face him sooner or later, but she kinda hopes it'll be later.

"Who, Alvey?" The blonde replies as they break the hug. "He's at the shooting range. But Nate and Jay are here," she continues.

"Shooting range, huh?" Alyssa almost laughs. "Shocker," she continues in an almost condecending tone. Alvey and his guns. Typical, whenever Alvey had trouble he either went in the cage or to the shooting range. She silently thanks the universe that he chose the shooting today. She hasn't seen or heard from Alvey for six years, and she basically don't know him anymore. But if there's one thing she knows; it's that Alvey won't be as welcoming as Shelby.

"You think I should go see him, don't you?" Alyssa tries to not sound nervous, annoyed or anything like that. But, she's unsure if she actually managed to.

Shelby tilts her head, and sends Her an apologetic look. "He'll be pissed either way Ally, but it might be smart to give him an extra day to be pissed, before he shows up for work tomorrow," she informs with a shrug.

"Yeah..." Alyssa breathes out, biting her lower lip. "I get that things haven't exactly been running smooth lately," she continues, drumming her fingertips on the reception desk.

"Just show your face to him, Ally," Shelby begs with both the words and her face. "It'll make it easier," she continues with another shrug.

"For me or for you?" Ally replies, accompanied by a smile to show Shelby that the comment wasn't meant as bad as it sounded.

Shelby points to the roof, and makes a circle in the air. "For this place," she informs.

Alyssa lets out an exasperating sigh, then she tosses her hands up. "You are annoyingly right, you know that?" She tells Shelby, before she tosses her bag over her shoulder, and moves towards the exit.

"Always," she gets in response, followed by a "good luck," as she exits the reception.

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Alyssa takes a good long look at herself in the mirror. Her thick dark locks framing her face. The mascara and eyeliner she just applied makes the intricate pattern of green in between the brown in her eyes pop. She's usually not the biggest make up user. But in some weird way, she wanted to look good when she saw him. And when he sees her. Not that she should care at all. Her relationship with Alvey ended six years ago, and not exactly in a friendly way.

She takes a deep breath, close her eyes. Remembering how it was to be with Alvey. How his breath felt on her skin. How his lips and tongue felt, when he opened his mouth, before closing it around her most sensitive spots. How he entered her, filled her up, fucked her. How he growled in her ear as he came. There was no doubt that what she and Alvey had was hot and heavy, and not at all a secret. Everybody around them knew. And back then; that made Alyssa feel powerful. To get to be with the infamous King Kulina, that was every girls dream back then, and she got to live it. But it came with a price, a price and a hard fall. She feels shivers down her spine just by thinking about it. "Fuck you, Alvey," she says to her reflection before she leaves the bathroom, and walks out to the shooting range.

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A round of automatic rounds reaches Alyssa's ears, followed by a happy "aaaahhh", and laughter. She crosses her arms over her chest as she moves closer. God damnit, what should she say to him? Should she say anything at all? Maybe just showing her face will do the trick. He did call Lisa for help. Or did he? Lisa could have lied to her. She could have. Or she could've lied to him. God knows she did that already.

Alyssa looks down her attire. Skinny jeans, ankle boots and a black t-shirt. Her style hasn't changed much over the years. When she takes another look at Alvey's back, she can confirm that neither has his. Army pants and a dark sweatshirt. Definetly Alvey, maybe a bit older, but his pants still fits his behind perfectly, and his shoulders are still as broad as she remembers them. You're not having sex with Alvey again, she thinks to herself. You're not, she repeats. Shaking her head as to shake the thoughts out. Do not have sex with him, Alyssa. You know what's going to happen. You don't want that again. "You really don't," she whispers.

"Is is weird that I want to fuck this gun?" Alvey's voice. Still as firm, determined and rough as she remembers it. It does something to her, something that makes her repeat in her head that she's not going to have sex with him again. But, if she's completely honest with herself, she's not sure if it's to convince herself that she shouldn't do it, or if she actually won't do it.

"Nah, it won't fit," she can hear her voice saying it, but her mind isn't totally there. Perfect Alyssa. She thinks. That was the absolute best way to get his attention, make fun of his dick. Like that will help at all. "Up your ass maybe, but I kinda have a feeling that's not what you meant," she continues, while her brain screams 'stop talking, Alyssa. For God's sake, just stop!'

Alvey turns around, slowly. Then he stops and just looks at her. Oh for fuck's sake. He thinks for himself. Fuckin' Alyssa Stavos. Just as stunning as she alwas was. What the fuck is she doing here. "The fuck are you doing here?" He hisses.

She shrugs in return, raising her eyebrows. "Just saying hi," she replies.

Alvey huffs. "You came all the way out here, just to say fuckin' hi?" He spits out. Did he like her still? Alyssa was undoubtably the only woman he ever met who could deal with him, who dared to fight him, discuss with him, be mad at him. Did Lisa call her? No, Lisa wouldn't have called Alyssa, after everything that had happened between them, she would not have called her. Do not start, Alvey. You don't have feelings. At least not for her.

"Oh, go fuck yourself, Alvey!" Alyssa spits out, before she turns and leaves. He'll figure everything out tomorrow anyway. And he deserves that punch in the face. Fuck him, fuck this. She should've never agreed to this, ever. But it was too late to turn back now. Way too late.

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Alyssa looks at herself in the mirror as she applies her mascara. Her red toothbrush held in place between her teeth. Today is the day. Her first day back in Navy St. She had already signed the contract, so Alvey couldn't fire her. He would try, but it couldn't be done. She felt safe in that department. Previous sexual relations wasn't the best reason for fiering people. Alvey knew that too, but he'd be mad. She tried to tell herself that she wouldn't care about that. But deep down, she really did wish he would be okay with her coming back. Not because of the sex or anything, even if it was the best she'd ever had. No, she wanted them to be friends for once. And handle arguments with something other than dirty fucking. It had been six years, she'd grown. Maybe Alvey had too. One could only hope.

Alvey puts his thoothbrush back and spits in the sink, then he looks at his teeth in the mirror. What the fuck was Alyssa doing in Venice? She wouldn't come and just say hi if it wasn't something special. At least he didn't think so. Given what had happened between them, he didn't even understand why she came to say hi. Sure, he wasn't the easiest person to be around back then, and he did tecnically cheat on her with Lisa. If you could call it cheating. What he once had with Alyssa wasn't a real relationship. They didn't even live together, not like he did with Lisa. For the past six years he thought Alyssa hated him. So why was she here now? Lisa couldn't possibly have called her for help. Alyssa and Lisa hated each other. Even before he had started things with Lisa, the two of them hadn't had the best relationship. Lisa would never had called Alyssa. And if she had, it would be more to get back at him than to help him. Fuck!

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"Morning, Shelby," Alyssa greets the blonde as she enters the gym. "I'll wait for Alvey in his office," she adds as she keeps walking towards the office with fast firm footsteps.

"You'll need-," Shelby hollers, but stops mid sentence when Alyssa lifts up a keychain. "I see Lisa fixed it all," Shelby states for herself, as she goes back to folding up t-shirts.

Alyssa takes a deep breath as she locks the door behind her. She's not completely sure why she locked the door behind her. Maybe it felt safer, or maybe it was to piss Alvey off. Either way, that was the choice she took. She's here now, no matter what he thinks. But she still has no fucking clue what to say to him.

Four steps from the door over to Alvey's desk. She takes another deep breath as she pulls some papers out from her bag, and places them on the desk. Then she walks over to the couch, and sinks down in it. "You're welcome, Lisa," she mutters for herself, as she once again contemplates why she decided to say yes to this. For Nate and Jay? For Alvey? For Lisa? For herself?

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"Fuck," Alvey mutters as he unlocks the door to his office. He slept like shit, this morning was shit, Jay is probably shitfaced somewhere, everything is shit. He can't wait to close his office door behind him and get some peace, at least until Wheeler shows up. He still has a few pounds to go, and Alvey had a diet and an exercise-plan set up for him.

"Hi," he hears, as he locks the door behind him. The voice is familiar, too familiar. Fuck. Can't she just leave him the fuck alone? The shooting range was one thing, that place was open to the public. But this was his gym, his office. How the hell did she even get in?

"What the motherfucking fuck are you doing here, Alyssa?" He spits the words out. Fucking Alyssa. She should know better than to show up here.

"I work here," she casually replies. Shrugging at his firm steely stare. She does work here, and she wasn't going to let Alvey mess that up. Well, he couldn't mess it up, but he didn't know that yet. And she knew it would all blow up once he sat down and actually read over the papers she left on his desk. The arrangement Lisa had set up for her was rock solid. No force within Navy St. could kick her out. Both Jay and Nate knew already, and they were both onboard with it. They even helped find the loophole they jumped through for the contract to be valid.

"The hell you are," He huffs. "This is my gym, and I decide who works here or not," he continues, still looking at her with that steely stare.

Alyssa shrugs at him, he can say what he needs to say right now. In a couple of minutes he'll know he lost anyway. "Well, Alvey," she raises her eyebrows. "I'm going to work, you can do whatever the fuck you want about that," she continues as she opens the door and continues out into the gym.

"What the fuck do you mean 'going to work'?" Alvey follows her, and slams the door to his office shut. "Didn't you hear what I said? You. Don't. Work. Here," he continues.

Alyssa takes a deep breath, forcing herself not to tell him everything. She turns around and takes another deep breath, before she walks over to him. "Listen, jerkoff. I-," she's cut off by the snap of a chain, a startled half scream followed by a loud bang.

Both Alvey and Alyssa whirles around, along with every single other person in the gym. Alvey places his hands on his hips, looks up at the chain which used to hold the 110 pounds punching bag, now snapped in the middle, and the bag on the floor.

"Fuck, Wheeler. You trying to wreck my gym?" Alvey sounds a bit angry. But Alyssa knows that he's more annoyed. She follows him, as he walks over to the bag on the floor.

"Looks like a worn chain," she states, holding up the chain for Alvey to see.

"Still here I see," he replies. This'll just be one of those days. Fuck this.

"Like I told you. I work here," she calmly brush off his statement. The she looks up at the guy who was punching the bag off the chains.

She recognize him right away. Semi blonde hair, strong facial features, a strong yet lean body, and 'DESTROYER' tattooed across his chest. Ryan Wheeler. He hadn't changed much over the past six years. "Ryan?" Her voice carried a bit of surprise.

"Hi, Ally," Ryan smiles. "I'd shake your hand, but I think I should keep my hand here," he continues, gesturing with his eye to his hand, firmly placed above his left eye. "The chain hit me," he adds.

"Allright, come over here. I'll look at it," she replies. "Just look up, and I'll guide you over to the wall there," she continues, taking Ryans hand, and helping him over to the bench.

Alvey grabs her wrist. "What are you doing?" He asks, still annoyed.

She yanks her arm back. "My job!" She replies, continuing to walk towards the bench.

"You don't have a fucking job," Alvey continues. But she's not giving him any reaction.

After she sits Ryan down, she takes off her jacket tossing it to the side. "Let me see," she instructs.

Ryan removes his hand. Trying not to look at Alvey, who's still hovering over them. Ryan can't see if he's jealous or angry because Alyssa is back. But given the history the two have, it could be both. "Is it bad? Can I still fight?" Ryan asks. Fighting is all he is, and if he has to bench this next fight, it'll be even harder to get Alvey to set him up for one of the big fights.

"It's nothing, Ryan. Nothing. Doesn't even need stiches. It'll bruise though," she informs him, as she picks up what she needs from her medical bag. "But given what you do, I guess you're used to that," she continues, as she starts to clean the cut over his eye.

Ryan looks down, trying not to look at her clevage. That's almost an impossible task. Alyssa was always a beautiful woman. Both inside and outside. Why Alvey did what he did, Ryan'll never understand. But, then again. Alvey was a complexed guy. And his mistakes could make it easier for Ryan to make a move. If he dared to.

Alvey's still hovering over Ryan and Alyssa. That Ryan checks out her clevage is no surprise, but that she is so fucking stupid that she still doesn't understand that he can't have her working for him again, that's a surprise. "Take a long hard look, Wheeler. She won't be here tomorrow," he informs them both.

He gets no reaction from Alyssa, and Ryan sits absolutely still, so Alyssa can do her job. "What are you going to do, Alvey? Fire me?" She suddenly asks, not looking at him at all.

Her casual response to all of this make Alvey's blood boil. Who the fuck does she think she is? "I don't have to fucking fire you. I didn't hire you. You can't just walk in here and expect to have a job," he want's to yell at her. She has no fucking business coming here and fuck up his life, his consentration. Fuck.

"You should read over the papers I left on your desk. You can't fire me," she shrugs back. She takes a quick glance up at Nate who's standing on the other side of her. He already knows, and in some weird way, she wants his approval once more. Alvey hates the fact that she's back, and she can live with that. But if Nate or Jay or both of them doesn't approve, it'll make her staying so much harder. She signed that contract, so she can't back out either. Hopefully Alvey will come around.

"What papers?" His voice over her head again. It pisses her off. If she wasn't closing up Ryan's wound, she's pretty sure she would have put her fist into the wall right about now.

"The papers, Alvey! On your desk. Take a fucking look, and stop being a baby," her voice might be a bit harder than she intended it to be. But this man seriously pisses her off, in every possible way.

As Alvey slams the door to his office shut, Ryan finally looks up at Alyssa. "What does it say in the papers?" He asks, curious, but he knows he'll probably find out any second.

Alyssa sends him a half smile. "You'll see in a bit," she replies, patting him on the knee. "How many pounds you got left?" She continues, trying to get attention away from Alvey, in his office, reading over the papers. It's about to explode any second now. She knows that.

"Fo-," Ryan starts, but a bang in the wall from Alvey's office cuts him off.

"Fucking bitch!" Alvey yells.

Alyssa smiles again. Here we go, she thinks. "I'm just gonna go back there. No need to take this fight out in the open," she gestures with her hand to the back of the gym, where the showers, the sauna, the kitchen and Alvey's private exercise area is.

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Ryan points in the direction Alyssa went when Alvey comes out of his office. No words are exchanged, but Ryan knows that it'll be loud in just a few seconds. He knows he still has four pounds to go, but right now, he wished he had popcorn. As Alvey's angry footsteps echoes around the gym, Ryan gets up and slowly follows him in a safe distance. He can't help it. But he wants to know what this is about. What Lisa and Alyssa did, that made Alvey totally lose it like this.

"Alyssa!" Alvey's voice echoes through the oversized gym. "Alyssa, don't fuckin' hide from me. We need to talk," he continues as he rips open the door to the changing rooms, before slamming it behind him.

Alyssa leans her back against the wall. "Hey, Alvey," she smiles "What's up?" She continues placing her left foot up against the wall.

"What the fuck is this?" Alvey yells, lifting the papers up in front of her face. "Is this some kind of revenge? You and Lisa teaming up together to avenge me," Alvey's eyes are locked on hers, almost a threatening look.

Alyssa raises her eyebrows as Alvey places an arm on each side of her head. "And what exactly did you think you did, that would lead us to want revenge?" She asks, tilting her head a bit. She was never scared of Alvey. Every single time they fought like this the ended up having sex. Now that would not happen this time.

"Don't play games with me. Lisa gave you her share of the gym," Alveys jaw ticks, and Alyssa halfway expect him to punch a hole in the wall next to her head.

"She didn't give it to me, I bought it," she replies, still calm and collected. She knows that this move won't defuse the situation at all, but it'll help her to have some form of control.

"So you just bought 25% of my gym? For what? Out of the kindness of your heart?" He almost spits the last words out.

"Well, that's not entirely accurate," Alyssa replies. She was sorta thinking about keeping this last part a secret for a bit longer. But Alvey pisses her off more than she thought he would. So fuck it. "I didn't buy 25%," she continues. Then she stops, waiting for Alvey to reply.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Alvey is now all the way up in her face. But she's determined to stay cool. No need to start a fist fight.

"I bought closer to 50%," she informs him, watching as his face morphes from angry to confused. "I bought 25% from Lisa, and 24% from you," she continues. The confusion on Alveys face is priceless, and she can't help butsto find that amusing.

"How the fuck did you do that?" Alvey replies. It's like he's trying to be angry, but Alyssa knows him. And there's a bit of something else in his voice.

"Pro Grip Equipment," she delivers the name with a hint of exitement. "Ergonomic designed exercise equipment for injured fighters," she continues, not taking her eyes away from Alvey. "You took them up on their offer to supply Navy St. with top of the line equipment," Alyssa reaches into her pocket. "To set Navy St. on the map, as an including and safe space for everyone," she delivers Alveys own words back at him, as she hands him her calling card for the business.

"You?" Alvey asks, as he takes the card from her. "You and Lisa," he continues. "Vengeful," he adds.

Alyssa can feel the anger bubbling inside her. "Believe it or not Alvey. But I'm not here for you," she moves closer to his face as she's talking. "And about the whole revenge ting. If I wanted to do that. I'd just go and sleep with Ryan," she continues. She knows that might have been a stupid thing to say, given the situation.

Finally Alvey moves away from her. Instead he points his index finger at her. "This isn't over," he hisses before he walks away.

"You're right. I think this'll be an eventful partnership," she hollers after him. But she's not sure where it'll go from here. It could be good, it could work out okay or it could be a total disaster. Just don't sleep with him, she once again tells herself.

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Wildflowers - (Brock Rumlow X Sinthea Schmidt) - @nekoannie-chan

MIDNIGHT MAGNETISM - (Andy x Reader) - @labella420

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Night Night, Nugget! - (Bucky x Reader) - @nicoline1998enilocin

Gun for hire (Prologue) - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld

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The Gift - (Andy x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Filled to the Brim - (Steve x Reader) - @labella420

Come back - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Fight For Me - Chp 1 - (Alvey Kulina/OFC) - @talia-rumlow

What's Hers Is Mine - (Bucky x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

Tunnel - (Ororo Munroe, Logan Howlett) - @nekoannie-chan

Office - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Little Punk - (Bucky x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

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Jawbreaker - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Ari Dark Concepts - @hansensgirl

His Inheritance ~ Chp 34 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Gun for hire (1) - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Gun for hire (2) - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Lurking in the Shadows - (Curtis x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

A Bit Longer - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Like This - (Winter Soldier x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

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Escape - (Steve, Brock) - @nekoannie-chan

Books - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Feelings - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet - Chp 6 - (Curtis x Honey) - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Evermore - Proposal - (Ari x Reader, Andy x Reader) - @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Evermore - Part 4 - (Ari x Reader, Andy x Reader) - @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Finding Home (5) - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Reconnect - We Don't Talk Anymore - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Your Mark On Me - Part 9 - (Steve x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

[the-invisible-queer]

1, 11, 13, 23, for ya boy Nate.

Also, this wasn't listed I don't think, but zodiac sign? favorite food? if he's a gym rat, what's his cheat meal? if he's trying to flex for someone does he go for a physical flex, a brain flex, money flex, what?

This got LONG

So I'm adding a cut

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

I knew from the first episode that Nate was gonna be special. He wasn't like the high on testosterone assholes like the rest of the guys on this show.

He has the biggest heart on the show. Always takes care of everyone else and makes sure everyone is okay. But he rarely takes care of himself.

The way he loves everyone completely. He just wants to keep his family together.

Alvey said it perfectly "he's a fighter who doesn't want to hurt anyone" 😭

He's just a sweetheart who got dealt the shittiest hand in life and in the show.

11. Would you date this character?

If he wasn't gay I would marry the man in a heartbeat

I could make him happy if given the chance

But I unfortunately don't have the right plumbing for his liking and I respect that

13. What's an emoji, emoticon, or any symbol that reminds you of the character or one you'd think the character would use a lot?

I don't think he would use emojis when texting

But for some reason I associate 🙄 with him

23. Favorite picture of this character?

THERE'S TWO

He's so ��

Baby boy baby

His relationship with Jay makes me so soft 😭

THERES ALSO THIS MOMENT

I wish I had screenshotted it when it happened but after he's training with Jay and Alvey and he said something to Alvey and he smiles and I just 😭

I love this fictional man so fucking much

Zodiac sign?

His birthday is March 15th

So that makes him a Pisces WHICH HONESTLY I was gonna say he gives Pisces energy

Favorite food?

I cannot judge because the man is almost always on his fighter diet throughout the whole show

We see him eat pizza a few times so maybe he's a basic bitch like me who will say pizza is my favorite food

Also I'm the WORST person to ask about food because I eat to live I don't live go eat

I eat the bare minimum just to survive and the same food all the time

What's his cheat meal?

Pizza and beer is what we see the man consume after every fight

Again I'm bad at food questions

If he's trying to flex, how does he? Physical, brain, money?

Definitely not money

The man has never been well to do ever in the show like he's literally living in a nice shack with Jay in the first season

He is shown to be the smartest of the Kulinas when Alvey had him replace Lisa but then Lisa pointed out he didn't do a good job 🤣 so probably not brains

Which leaves physical

Which makes sense the man has been fighting for who knows how long? Probably his whole life, knowing Alvey and Jay.

He is fit as fuck so physically flexing probably

[talia-rumlow]

NAVIGATION!

Hi! I am happy that you found your way to my tumblr Page. I am Talia Rumlow, a pen-name given to me by my good friend and writing colleague @kitsuneraven29 . I was born in the amazing year 1983, which probably make me older than you. But worry not, I am young at mind.

I've always loved writing, but it wasn't until Covid landed on earth and shut down the entire world that I found the courage to share my writing. English is my second language, so I needed to build up my confidence before I shared.

I usually write Frank Grillo characters stories. But I'm open to write other characters as well. Yes, I do take requests. But I can't promise you that I'll say yes, or if the character you want me to write about is known to me.

I write explicit, NSFW 18+ content. So, if you're under the age of 18. Please stop reading now. I've warned you, and you are responsible for your own media consumption.

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You can also find me on AO3, Facebook and Instagram

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HAPPY READING!

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[talia-rumlow]

Friendly Fire (Alvey Kulina X Reader) Chapter Three - Here We Go Again!

Pairing: Alvey Kulina X Reader

Wordcount: 3054

Warnings: Strong language, heavy smut, fighting (MMA), mentions of family feud, drinking, blood

Summary: Nate fights, Reader and Alvey goes down old roads.

HAPPY READING!

It's a sunny day in Fresno, when it's time to weigh in. You, Alvey and Nate stand there and wait, when the opponent walks by. You look at him. He looks way bigger than Nate. You nudge Alvey.

- Seriously, Alvey? This guy?! He's probably 8 or 9 pounds over. This is not happening!

You say, and start to move towards the stage. Alvey stops you.

- Wait! Let's wait and see!

Alvey says, through gritted teeth, as Nate steps on the scale.

- Exactly at 154.3!

You hear someone say. Alvey pats your back.

- Good, you did good!

He says, you turn around to face him.

- I don't like this, Alvey.

You say, nervous, as Nate comes over to you. You pat him on the back, before you turn your attention to the other guy, as he steps on the scale.

- Weighing exactly 163.1!

You look at Alvey, narrowing your eyes.

- That's too much! Alvey, that's too much!

You say, as you start to approach the Promoter.

- He's fucking….

That's all you get to say, before Alvey steps in front of you.

- That's 9 pounds over! 9 fucking pounds!

Alvey yells to the Promoter.

- So he's a little over. No big deal!

The promoter answers. Alvey is about to jump him. Both you and Nate stop him.

- Hey, Alvey. Not good for business!

You say, as you try to take his arm, he shakes you off. But leave with you. You try to calm him down, but he keeps shaking you off.

When you reach your room, you sit down on your bed. Alvey and Nate do the same.

- You need to eat!

Alvey tells Nate. You look at them both.

- None of you are upset about this?

You ask, looking from Nate to Alvey, and then back at Nate again. Nate shrugs.

- I can take him..

He says. You look at Alvey.

- You're just going to fucking sit there? SAY SOMETHING, ALVEY!

You yell. Scared that Nate will get himself hurt. Alvey gets up, you do the same.

- Don't start a fight right now! Go get some air!

Alvey tells you. You don't answer. You just keep looking at him, angry.

- Go get some air, YN!

You sigh, then you turn around and leave Alvey and Nate alone to talk.

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You slammed the door shut. Probably not a good idea, but it's not easy to contain the feeling of enormous fear that you feel right now. And, after being in the fighting business for most of your life, this is usually how you deal with your emotions.

- Hey, YN!

You hear Alvey yell behind you. You don't answer, and you don't turn around.

- YN, wait!

Alvey continues to follow you down the hall. You still don't answer.

- YN! JUST FUCKING WAIT!

Alvey yells, as he grabs your arm, and pushes you against the wall. You look at him.

- There!

He says, letting go of you.

- Now, will you just listen to me?

He continues, taking a step away from you. You look at him.

- Listen to what, Alvey? How this is Nate's decision? How he's a grown man, capable of making decisions on his own?

You say. Waiting for an answer. Alveys jaw tenses.

- Something like that…

You continue to look at him

- Do you know why he fights, Alvey? Why Nate fights?

You ask.

- That's all he knows!

Alvey answers. His casual approach to this makes you furious.

- To get your attention, Alvey! To get your love, your approval! That's why Nate fights!

You say, still furious, but it feels good to finally let it out.

- I love Nate. He knows that. And I spend time with him!

Alvey says back, a bit more thought through now.

- Where, Alvey? At the gym? You spend time with Nate at the gym!

You say. Looking at him. Alvey opens his mouth,and then he closes it again.

- Do you even know him? Do you even know Nate?

You continue.

- He's my son. Of course I know him!

Alvey snaps back at you.

- Yeah? Tell me five things about Nate, that isn't about fighting!

You say, as you look him dead in the eye. Alvey looks at you for a bit, then he looks down.

- OK. Tell me three things!

You say. Alvey lifts his face, looks at you. Opening his mouth, before closing it again.

You open your mouth to say something.

- OK! I get it! I fucking get it, allright!

Alvey says, cutting you off. You nod your head a bit.

- Now go spend some time with him. He needs that!

You say, before you turn away from him again.

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BAM! You put your hands in front of your mouth, everything happens in slow motion. You can see that Alvey yells something to you, but you can't tell what. All you can hear is the BAM, when Nate hit the floor in the cage.

- YN!

Alveys voice finally reaches your ears, and you enter the cage with him, kneel down next to Nate. Pry open one of his eyes, and shine your little flashlight in it. You look at Alvey, he's saying something, but the yelling from the spectators, and your own screaming inside your head, makes it so that you can't hear what he's saying. This is what you feared the most. That Nate would get knocked out.

You can see the lights from the ambulance, but you still can't hear anything, and things around you are still in slow motion. Alvey keeps talking to you, but you only see his lips moving, you don't hear one single word.

Alvey points to the ambulance, saying something, you still can't figure out what, but you climb into the ambulanse, and sit down where the paramedic tells you to.

You try to slow your breathing down. To clear your head. You still can't make out what anyone's saying.

- How old is he?

The paramedic asks you. Finally you can hear again.

- Err.. Nathaniel (Nate) Kulina. 22 years!

You manage to say.

- Are you family?

Another question.

- No, no.. I'm his medic! His MMA medic!

How do you explain this? He wasn't at all fit to fight. You should've stopped this. Will they take away your license now?

- Weight?

You look at Nate. Weight? Why are they asking how much you weigh?

- How much does he weigh?

The paramedic asks again. Oh, they ment how much he weighs.

- 154.3!

You answer. Your eyes locked on Nate.

- Will he be OK?

You ask, your voice shaking.

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You stand in front of the door to your room for a while, before you knock.

- It's your room, why the fuck are you knocking?

You hear Alvey say from inside. Sounds like he's been drinking. You could need a drink as well. You hope he has some left.

You slowly open the door, then you just stand there, looking at him.

- Where is Nate?

He asks, chugging his drink. You take a step inside the room.

- They wanted to keep him in the hospital overnight, for observasjon. He has a concussion and a black eye. But he'll be fine.

You say, look down. Alvey pours himself another drink.

- Want one?

He asks, gesturing to another glass on the table.

- Yeah…

You say, walking over to him, and sit down. Alvey pours a drink to you as well. You take a small sip.

- Thanks, Alvey. I needed that.

You say, emptying your drink in one chug. Alvey does the same. Pouring you both another one.

- Listen Alvey… I'm sorry about before.. I didn't mean to.. I know you love Nate!

You look at him, then you take another sip of your drink, waiting for him to answer.

- Nah.. You're right! You're fucking right, YN. I'm not the best father.

He says, chugging his drink. You look at him. You can't help but to feel bad for him. You reach out to put your hand on his knee, but he gets up. Grabbing the now empty bottle on the table.

- This one is fucking empty. Join me downstairs!

He says, offering you a hand. You look at it.

- Alvey, can we just stay here? Check the minibar?

You ask. With the way you're feeling right now, and with how much he's been drinking. A crowded bar isn't the best place for him to be.

- He's downstairs, isn't he?

Alvey says, as he starts to walk towards the door. You quickly get in front of him. Trying to stop him.

- Al..Alv… Alvey, please.

You plead, putting your hands on his chest to stop him. He looks at you. But he doesn't answer.

- Don't!

You say. He doesn't move, but you can see that he's not going to do as you tell him.

- He's downstairs?

He asks again. His eyes on yours, demanding answers.

- Yes, but Alvey. Leave it alone!

You say. He walks past you, opens the door.

- The fuck, YN!

He says, as he walks with firm steps down the hall. You quickly follow.

- Alvey!

You try. No answer.

- Alvey, stop!

Still nothing.

- ALVEY!

You yell, as you see him enter the elevator.

- Alvey, you hold those doors!

You yell, and to your surprise he does. You enter the elevator, look at him as the doors close.

- Please, Alvey. Don't do anything stupid.

The doors open again, and Alvey starts his fast firm walk into the bar, and then straight over to the Promoter. Punch him in the face without even giving him a warning. You grab Alvey's arm to stop him. He yanks it back, and hits the Promoter again. Now your adrenaline takes over. You grab Alvey's jacket, yanking him back.

- Alvey! That's enough!

You yell, before you point a finger at the Promoter.

- Get the fuck out, if you know what's best for you!

The Promoter immediately runs out of the bar, not looking back. Alvey sits down, looks at you, breathing heavily. You point your finger at him.

- Don't go and pull any of that shit now! Fucking shit!

You yell, before you sit down opposite him. He looks at you for a while.

- Are you done fucking yelling?

He asks. You nod. You don't want to open your mouth. You just want to calm the fuck down.

- What more do you want to do?

He asks. You let your head fall down on the table.

- Now….

You say, sitting back up.

- I want to get shit faced drunk And then…

You point towards the toilets in the back with your thumb.

- You're going to fuck me back there…

You continue to look at him, to see how he reacts to your statement. Alvey raises his eyebrows, nods his head a little.

- Sounds like a plan!

He says, as he waves to the bartender, ordering a new bottle for you.

- Yeah…

You answer. Looking at him.

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You pour the last drops from the now empty bottle into your glass, shaking the bottle a bit to make sure it's actually empty. You place the bottle back on the table, and chug the last drops in your glass. Then you look at Alvey.

- Alvey?

You say. You're both drunk as fuck. And you want. No, you need to go to bed. Alvey looks up at you.

- I…. I'm gonna go and use the… err.. bathroom…

You say, before you get up, and stumble towards the bathrooms.

The bar is empty, just you and Alvey, and it's dark. The dim lights inside the bathroom aren't exactly helping. It's not that you actually needed to use the bathroom. But you and Alvey had a deal. And you could really use a good fuck right now.

You're not even halfway into the ladies room, when Alvey grabs your hair, and pushes you face first against the wall. Breathing heavily into the side of your neck, before whispering in your ear.

- Something like this?

He hisses, before he yanks your head back against his shoulder.

- Hard enough for you?

He asks again. You laugh.

- Fucking pussy!

You say. Letting out another laugh. Alvey yanks you around, pins your arms over your head, and takes a firm hold around your throat with the other hand, before he kisses you, aggressively.

- Are you fucking laughing at me now?

He almost spits the words in your face. You smile at him.

- As long as you're gonna treat me like I was made out of FUCKING glass! Yes!

You say, still smiling at him. He lets go of your arms, and slams his fist into the wall next to your face. You turn your head, to look at his fist, before you turn it back to look at him. He looks back at you.

- There it is! "King Kulina". You think I'm scared of you?

You say, condescending.

- You should be!

Alvey says, kissing you, forcing your mouth open with his tongue. You're still half laughing.

- Is this all you've got?

You ask, looking at him.

- KING!

You continue, delivering his nickname to him in the most condescending way you manage.

He takes a firmer hold around your throat. This will make it hard to speak. But not impossible.

- You have no idea, no fucking clue, what the King can do!

Alvey says, moving all the way up in your face.

You laugh again.

- Oh, but I do.. This is where the fun part starts.

You say, laughing a bit again. Just to piss him off some more. Before you get to think, Alvey lifts you up, your little skirt around your waist, and he pushes your underwear aside. Then he enters you, in one thrust, before he starts to pound you into the wall.

- Ahhhhh.. Fuck!

You moan. It's been a long time since you and Alvey last did this. And you remember how much you used to like it. The aggression he shows every time, how you're both merciless. Taking out all your aggression on each other. Amazing.

Alvey bites your neck, hard. You whimper and moan at the same time, before you move your hands up to his hair, grabbing it, yanking his head back, and look at him. You're both smiling, as Alvey continues to mercilessly bury himself inside you up against the wall.

- Again!

You moan to him, before you let go of his hair. Alvey leans into your neck again. Breathing, grunting and moaning into it, before he's placing yet another hard bite. Again you let out a half whimper, half moan, and grab his hair again, yanking his face away from your neck. His eyes locked on yours.

- Is that all you've got?

You ask again. Alvey grabs your throat again. You lean your head back against the wall. Laughing again.

- You've gone soft!

You state, slowly moving your eyes, to look at his reaction.

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You almost fall into the room. Wrestling around for a bit, before Alvey pins you in what you call a "death grip". He's not holding your neck all that hard, if you just relax. Thinking about a way out.

- Tap!

Alvey whispers in your ear. OK! So you're fighting him now. You'll fucking show him. None of you finished downstairs, and you're still a bit mad about that.

- Tap! Fucking Tap!

Alvey whispers again.

- Not a fucking chance in hell!

You say, then you focus all your strength to your lower back, before you do a rollover backwards, and he has to let go of his grip. You land on your knees on top of his face, and before you can get back up, he pins your legs down in a strong grip. Breathing heavily into your pussy. You try to move, but his grip is too firm.

- Now fucking tap!

Alvey hisses into your underwear. You laugh again, before you lean forward and start to unbuckle his pants. Alvey stops for a second, before he lets his tongue glide over your underwear. You answer his move by yanking down both his pants and his boxers, before you let your tongue glide over his already rock hard cock. It's throbbing.

Alvey pushes your underwear aside, and lets his tongue glide over you, and at the same time he teases your entrance with his finger. You grab him, and close your lips around him.

- Ahhhh..

He moans into your wet flesh.

- So fucking wet!

He murmurs, as you take down his whole length. Letting your tongue massage him, as you keep taking him down again and again. You can feel him closing in on climax. Then you let your lips leave his cock, with a little pop, before you lean down, biting his inner thigh.

Alvey reacts instantly, yanking both of you around, then pinning your arms over your head.

- Tell me you didn't just fucking bite me!

Alvey says, leaning down, biting your lower lip. You laugh at him again.

- You liked it, fucking pussy!

You spit back at him. Alvey lets out a growl, before he yanks you up, placing you stomach down on the bed. Then he enters you again, without any kind of warning. Grabbing the back of your neck, pinning you down, as he mercilessly fucks you so hard you're surprised the whole bed isn't breaking apart.

- Aaaahhhh. Fuck, Alvey!

You scream, clenching your walls around him, every time he thrusts into you.

- Shut up! Shut the fuck up!

Alvey hisses back to you. Continuously plunging into you. His grip around the back of your neck tightens, his fingers digging into your neck. It hurts, but then again, that's how you like it.

- Ahhhh… Fuck, YN! Where do you want it?

Alvey grunts, as he ups his pace even more.

- Inside! Inside, Alvey! Fuck! Ahhhhhh! Right there!

You scream through the painful intensity that rushes over you, when your orgasm hits. Your legs shaking, your body completely taken over by the sweet pain of Alveys fingers digging into your neck, and the way his cock is massaging your walls, when he makes his last hard deep thrusts, before you feel his warm fluids unloading inside you.

He wastes no time, yanking you around, grabbing your throat, pinning your arms down with his legs.

- Now who's the fucking pussy?

He asks, as he tightens his grip around your throat. Again you smile at him, letting out another little laugh.

- You!

You spit back at him.

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[talia-rumlow]

Friendly Fire (Alvey Kulina X Reader) Chapter One - Back Again!

I´m sorry. I just couldn´t help myself. I had to share this story. I absolutely LOVE the Kingdom TV show. So naturally I had to write a story about it. Now, I´m not the biggest Lisa fan, so she won´t be featured in this story, other than some mentionings.

Pairing: Alvey Kulina X Reader

Wordcount: 2274

Warnings: Strong language, Mentions of drugs, mention of suicide, fighting

Summary: You´re back in Navy St. After years away from the fighting business. How will Alvey react to you being back in the game?

HAPPY READING!

The sound of gunfire, not a surprise, given that you are at a shooting range. The sound of gunfire is kinda in the description. Fuck! What are you actually doing here? Why the FUCK did you decide to show your face to Alvey? To cushion the blow? Like that would fucking help. Alvey would be PISSED either way. But you didn't have the luxury of turning down jobs.

- Is it weird that I want to fuck this gun?

Alvey fucking Kulina, being himself. Fuck, Cunt and Motherfucker. His three favorite words. You remember that.

- Nah… You won't fit…

You say, when you walk up behind him.

- Up your ass maybe, but I kinda have a feeling that's not what you meant!

You continue. You know you should probably just say "Hi, Alvey!", but his statement about the gun was just too good to let slide.

Alvey turns around, still holding the gun. He looks at you for a split second.

- The fuck are you doing here?

He asks, his voice angry, condescending.

- Just saying "hi".

You say, shrugging. You should tell him about what's going to happen over the next couple of days. But you can't seem to find the right words.

- You came all the way out here, just to say fucking "hi"?

Alvey says, still in a condescending tone. It actually makes you a bit mad. Maybe you should just keep him in the dark.

- Oh, go fuck yourself, Alvey!

You say, before turning around and walking away. Stupid fucker. He fucking deserves the blow he's about to get.

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ALVEY'S POV:

Fucking cunt! He thinks for himself, as he enters the Navy Street gym. Fucking cunt! What the FUCK is she doing here in Venice? Vacation? Why the fuck did she come here for? To see him?

- Alvey! You have a meeting at 4, and Ryan still has 2 pounds to go!

Shelby states, as Alvey makes his way over to his office. Fast firm footsteps. Stupid, fucking cunt. Ruining fucking everything. He raises his arm, to tell Shelby that this is not the time, before he enters his office, and closes the door behind him.

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YOUR POV:

- YN!

You hear Jay shouting the second you enter the gym.

- The fierce medic is back, to join the Navy Street team once again. Come here!

Jay shouts, wrapping you in a hug.

- Good to see you again, Jay!

You say, looking around.

- Did you tell Alvey that I was coming?

You ask. It's not that you're scared of Alvey in any way. But it would make it easier if he got a heads up about your arrival.

- Now where's the fun in that?

Jay states. Letting his hand pat your back.

- Where's Nate? I want to say hello to him as well.

You say, looking at Jay. Jay's pointing towards the cage. Alvey is standing on the outside of it, shouting to Nate.

- GET YOUR SHOULDER DOWN. NO! FUCK, NATE. ROTATE!

Alvey yells. It would be a miracle to you if Nate even gets what he's yelling. You slowly make your way over to the cage. When you're almost there, Nate takes a hit, and goes down.

- WHAT THE FUCK?? SPARRING! SPARRING, WHEELER! FUCK! WE DON'T HAVE A FUCKING MEDIC HERE!

Alvey yells to the other person in the cage.

- Alvey! We actually have a medic. Err.. This is YN YLN. She's our new medic.

Shelby says, as Nate sits down outside the cage, and you kneel down in front of him. He got a pretty nasty cut over his right eye.

- The fuck, she's not!

Alvey says, when he sees you.

- Alvey! It's not easy to get anyone. After what Ryan did with the drug test, and how you pushed it under the rug. Good help is hard to find. And you NEED someone who can stitch up the fighters, and make sure they're fit to fight. She is one of the best there are. She's been in the business almost as long as you.

Shelby argues, as you move Nate over to some benches so you can get a better look at his cut.

- She's not fucking stichin' up no fighters!

Alvey almost yells at Shelby. Before he turns to you. Pointing his finger at you.

- You're not stitchin' up no fucking fighters!

He continues, before he again slams the door to his office.

You look up at Nate. Give him a little smile.

- Still the same old Alvey!

You state, as you clean his cut, before you get your supplies up from the first aid kit. Just as you are about to start stitching Nate up, Alvey comes back. Walks all the way over to you, standing over you, looking down. Is he trying to threaten you?

- You're not fucking stitchin' nobody up. I didn't fucking hire you, so get fucking lost!

Alvey yells. You take a breath before you get to your feet. Alvey isn't moving an inch. You're standing dangerously close to each other.

- Listen jerkoff!

You say, your voice is a bit louder than you intended it to. But fuck it!

- Nate here has a pretty nasty cut over his eye. So unless you want it to get infected, I suggest you let me do my job!

You say, kneeling back down, and starting to close the wound.

- Fucking cunt!

Alvey mutters to himself, before he once again walks into his office. He's not thrilled that you're here, that's for sure. But, that's a problem you can deal with later.

- Hey, YN! What actually happened with you and Alvey?

Nate asks, as you get your supplies back in the first aid kit.

- I just couldn't be part of the fucked up shit anymore. So I quit! We didn't exactly part on good terms.

You answer, shrugging a bit.

- And now you're back. So what's the deal?

Nate continues. Not moving. It's obvious that he wants some answers.

- You know what happened, Nate!

You say, shaking your head a bit.

- I know that he beat the living shit out of your ex. And that's about it.

Nate says, his eyes demanding an answer.

- Why do you want to know so bad, Nate? It's been years…

You ask. Nate gets up.

- Because you were the only one who cared about me, you were the only one who listened to me. And then you just left, overnight. No words, no explanations. You just left! So forgive me, if I want some answers!

Nate almost yells to you, before he walks away. You notice Jay, and that guy Wheeler, looking at you. You gesture with your arms, that you're already fed up. Then you follow Nate.

- Hey, Nate!

You yell. Following him into the locker room. Two other guys just got out of the shower when you come in.

- Hey, what the fuck, lady! This is the fucking boys locker room!

They yell at you. You look down on their bodies, before you look up at them. Laughing a bit.

- Don't worry guys. You've got nothing I wanna look at.

You say, before you continue to follow Nate!

- NATE!

You say, a bit higher. Still no answer.

- NATHANIEL!

You yell, slamming your fist into one of the lockers.

- Back here!

He finally answers. You walk over to the sauna, where Nate sits, his face in his hands. You sit down next to him. Put your hand on his shoulder.

- What do you want to know?

You say, trying to be calm. To calm him down.

- I wanna know why you left, YN. And why didn't you tell us!

Nate says, looking at you. You're unsure if it's anger or sadness you see in his eyes.

- Because of Alvey!

You answer. Tilting your head a bit.

- What happened? Didn't he save you from that fucked up ex you had?

Nate asks, his voice a bit harder now.

- He did!

You say, turning your head away from Nate, and look at the wall.

- And then he decided to get absolutely shit-faced, and wrecked my car. Ended up at the Police station, and left me to clean the mess up. I had enough. So I left. Didn't look back.

You say. It's about time Nate got to know this. And he's right. You should've told him. A simple text message at least.

- Listen, Nate!

You say, putting your hand on his shoulder again.

- I'm sorry. I…. I just… I needed to get out, allright. I couldn't do it anymore. All the fucked up shit he pulled. Looks like he's doing better now, though…

You say. Unsure if you actually believe that, but it might make it easier to talk to Nate.

- Why did you come back?

Nate asks. You look at the wall again. Why did you come back?

- Lisa called me! Said you needed a medic. Told me about what happened to you. Told me about her and Alvey breaking up. And I don't have the luxury of turning down jobs. Former Navy Street employees, from back then, aren't exactly first in line, for the big paying jobs..

You say, shrugging again.

- Lisa called you?

Nate asks. Narrowing his eyes.

- Yes! She called me. And I decided to help you guys. So, now I'm back.

You say. Hoping to calm him down some more.

- How long will you be staying this time?

Nate asks, angry. You can't blame him. You did leave in a hurry, and he has no good reason to trust that you'll stay this time.

- Ok.. I guess I deserve that one… I'll stay for as long as you need me…

You say, nod your head.

- Or, for as long as Alvey lets me.

You continue, shrugging.

- I'm going to trust you on this. But don't go pull any of that shit on me again!

Nate says, getting up. You get up as well.

- So… We're good?

You ask. Patting his back.

- Yeah.. We're good!

Nate says, before giving you a hug.

When you walk back out into the gym again, you hear angry voices.

- And now you're fucking medic is snooping around in our fucking locker room.

One of the guys from the locker room earlier is yelling at Alvey.

- Oh, shut the fuck up, tiny dick! If you had anything worth looking at, you would've swung it around out here, like the real men does!

You yell back, getting their attention.

- YN! My office! NOW!

Alvey yells at you. You look at Nate, roll your eyes, before you follow Alvey into his office.

- The fuck are you doing here, YN?

Alvey asks, as he sits down on his couch. You just look at him.

- The fuck are you doing here, YN?

He repeats. Gesturing with his hands that he wants an answer.

- I'm helping out, Alvey! I just stitched Nate back up! What more do you fucking want?

You yell back.

- I want to know what the FUCK you're doing here?

He says again. You roll your eyes at him.

- Lisa called, said you needed someone like me. Said that Navy Street was in some deep shit, and that you needed a friendly face.

You say, staring at him.

- I can handle my own fucking shit, allright! I don't need you!

Alvey says, pointing a finger at you.

- Ahh.. So Ryan didn't cheat on his positive drug test, you didn't push it under the rug? Nate didn't get knocked out and is unfit for fighting? Jay doesn't have a drug problem? Your ex wife didn't suddenly walk in here, stirring things up? You didn't visit a fucking brothel with your so called rich friend, and got pulled over by the Police, and that same friend didn't use your gun to kill himself? I mean, Alvey, do you want me to go on?

You say, looking at him, waiting for a reaction. Alvey clears his throat.

- So, what the fuck happened, YN!

He asks, placing his arm on the back of the couch.

- What happened, Alvey?

You ask, this whole situation pisses you off. Alvey looks at you, waiting for you to answer his question.

- I stitched you and your guys up after a few fights, and you fucked me in return. You fucking know this, Alvey!

You say, getting up. Alvey gets up as well. Points his finger at you again.

- Don't ever fucking mention my dick and your pussy in the same sentence. Don't even fucking mention your titties and my dick in the same sentence. Fucking cunt!

Alvey says, walking towards you. You just stare at him, not moving an inch.

- If I'm going to let you stay. If I'm going to let you do this. You keep your fucking hands to yourself. Don't go and fucking make a move on me!

Alvey says, his finger now all up in your face. You push him away from you, and go to open the door. Halfway out in the gym, you turn towards him.

- Don't fucking flatter yourself, Alvey!

You say, continuing to walk.

- And I have about a million reasons to mention your fucking dick!

You yell, as you walk past Ryan and Jay. Jay tries to stop you. You push him away.

- Don't fucking touch me, Jay! Get your fucking shit together, Alvey. Or I'm fucking out of here!

You yell, as you enter the reception area, and sit down on a chair.

- What the fuck are you looking at?

You hear Alvey yell out in the gym, before you can hear the door to his office close. You take a deep breath, and drag your hands through your hair. This whole thing turned out to be more difficult than you imagined.

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You are the new medic at Navy Street, assigned to make sure the fighters are fit to fight, and to stitch them up if they get injured.

You've been in the game before. And you know Alvey, better than most people.

Shelby & Lisa hired you, without consulting with Alvey. And Alvey is not happy when he sees you.

You suddenly find yourself in the middle of a half broken up Kulina family, drug and alcohol abuse, and a Navy Street gym that is about to wreck itself from the inside out.

Will your strong will and smart mouth get them out of the ditch they dug for themselves? Or will you go down with them?

DISCLAMER: I'm not the biggest Lisa fan, so she's a side character in this one, she already left, and is not coming back. Remember this is Fiction, so don't hate me for changing parts of the story. I know a lot of you are BIG Kingdom fans (so am I). I just wanted to make this story my own. I Hope you'll like it.

TRIGGER WARNINGS:

Drug and alcohol abuse Graphic Sexual Description Violence Strong Language Public Sex

Chapter One - Back Again

Chapter Two - Professional Opinion

Chapter Three - Here We Go Again!

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Friendly Fire (Alvey Kulina X Reader) Chapter Two - Professional Opinion!

Pairing: Alvey Kulina X Reader

Wordcount: 2041

Warnings: Strong language, mentions of head traumas.

Summary: Yes, Reader is a badass in this one. And she can absolutely hold her own. And Alvey is still not happy about her being back. How will this progress?

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You walk into the gym, grab a black Navy Street shirt from Shelby's desk. Then you drag your old shirt over your head, as you continue further into the training area.

- Didn't know this was turning into a strip club?

You get your shirt over your head, and look at whoever talked to you.

- Oh, fucking shut up, Ryan. You've seen a bra before!

You say, as you drag your new shirt over your head. Look at him. He's sweaty, after his workout. "DESTROYER" tattooed over his chest. He follows your gaze.

- Like what you see?

He says, playfully, yet serious. You pat his shoulder.

- You wish, Ryan… You wish… Come on, let's check the scale.

You say, turning away from him, and walking over to the scale.

- If I've reached my goal, will you fuck me?

He says behind you. You're about to turn around and tell him to go fuck himself, when you hear Alvey.

- NO, LISA, FUCK YOU!

Alvey yells to the phone in his hand, as he walks over to his office and closes the door. Ryan sits down.

- This should be interesting!

He says, looking up on you. You sit down next to him.

- BECAUSE I TOLD YOU FUCKING NOT TO, THAT'S FUCKING WHY!!

Alvey yells. You look at Ryan again, looking at you.

- This is about me, isn't it?

You say, sending him a little half smile.

- Yep!

Ryan answers, nodding. You nod back!

- I KNOW I FUCKING GAVE YOU 25%!

Alvey yells again. You turn back to Ryan .

- Lisa owns 25%?

You ask. Ryan nods.

- YOU CAN'T FUCKING HIRE WHOEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT!

Alvey continues to yell. The whole gym can hear him. You swallow.

- YEAH I USED TO FUCK HER!

Alvey yells again. You look at his office door.

- You got any popcorn?

You ask Ryan. Continuing to look at Alvey's door.

- I got a bottle of water!

Ryan answers, giving you a bottle. You take it.

- Eh.. That'll do!

You answer, taking a sip.

- THAT'S THE FUCKING REASON, YOU FUCKING BITCH!

Alvey yells again, before he throws his phone across his office.

- Well, that conversation went well..

You say, taking another sip of your water, before you get back up. Ryan gets up as well. Standing next to you.

- He'll come around, YN! We need you!

He says, placing his hand on your back.

- I don't fucking care. Alvey is a fucking cunt!

You answer, before you go over to the ropes and start to work.

- Time me, Ryan! Five minutes!

Your voice is so determined, that Ryan looks at the time right away.

- You always this hard on people?

Ryan asks. You look up at him, continuing to work with the ropes.

- Only when I need to get some aggression out!

You answer, breathing heavily.

- You fight?

Ryan asks. You look at him, smiling.

- Sometimes, if the occasion calls for it. Why?

You say, looking over at Alvey's office, when you hear his door open.

- Neh.. Nothing..

Ryan says, following your gaze, over to Alvey.

Alvey snaps his fingers at you, gesturing for you to come into his office.

- Give me….

You look at Ryan.

- 3 minutes!

He says. Alvey comes over to you. Yanks the ropes out of your hands.

- The fuck, Alvey. I was using those!

You yell. Alvey looks at you.

- You're not a fucking fighter, and I need to talk to you. So get your fucking act together!

Alvey says, still looking at you.

- Fucking screw you, Alvey.

You say, as you catch the water bottle Ryan throws at you. Then you follow Alvey.

Inside his office he sits down on his couch, and gestures for you to do the same. You shake your head a bit, before you sit down.

- This better be important, since you cut my workout short!

You say, looking at him, angry, and drumming your fingers on your knee.

- I need to talk to you about Nate!

Alvey says, serious. You take a breath.

- What about him?

You ask, and take a sip of your water.

- I need you to clear him for a fight!

Alvey says, rubbing his forehead. You look at him, raising your eyebrows. You know Alvey. Better than most people. When he's like this. There's some shady stuff going on.

- You do know I can't just clear him, right? I have to run some tests. I'm serious about my work. Especially when it comes to head traumas.

Alvey gets up, then he sits back down. Scratching his forehead with his thumb.

- Why did you give him a fight, when you know he's not cleared?

You ask. Alvey drags his hand over his face.

- Nate did this himself.

You roll your whole head, to show how stupid you think this is.

- Why the fuck did he do that?

You ask. Gesturing your question with your hands as well, to stress your point.

- I don't fucking know. To show me that he can fight?

Alvey says, just as irritated as you.

- So tell him that you know he can fight. You're his fucking father. This is your fucking job!

You say. Pointing your finger at him.

- Don't you think I fucking did that? Just clear him, allright!

Alvey almost yells at you. You take a deep breath.

- When?

You ask, defeated.

- A week!

Alvey answers. You look at him again, almost laughing.

- A week? A fucking week, Alvey? What do you think I am, a fucking magician?

You yell. Almost throwing your bottle at him.

- Just fucking do it, YN!

Alvey argues. You get up. Walk over to the door.

- It can't BE done, Alvey. And you fucking know that!

You say, walking back into the gym.

- Do your fucking job, YN!

Alvey continues your argument, following you. You turn around.

- You think wounds just dissapeares as soon as I show up? You think I can just snap my fingers and REMOVE a severe head injury? Because I can't, Alvey! I can't do that! I'm not fucking Dumbledore!

You yell. Alvey faluters.

- Just see what you can do, allright!

You look at each other for a while.

- Fine! I'll talk to him. But I'm not promising anything!

You say, and then you turn away from him.

As soon as Alvey is back in his office, Jay comes over to you.

- What was that all about?

He asks. You sigh, shake your head.

- Your brother wants to fight!

You answer, shaking your head again.

- Yeah, the fuck he wants.

Jay says, making a boxer pose.

- This is serious stuff, Jay!

You say, friendly punching one of his fists away.

- Nate suffered a severe head injury. I can't just LET him fight, just like that.

You say. Giving Jay, THAT look.

- I've gone into the cage worse!

Jay states, and goes back into boxer pose.

- Yeah, I know…

You answer. Tilting your head a bit.

- But you're not as soft as Nate!

You continue, giving Jay a friendly smile.

- Ahhhh..

Jay says, grabbing your hand, and placing it on his abs.

- This motherfucking hard stuff right here. That's what you mean?

He continues. You laugh a bit. Before you yank your hand back.

- Yeah. THAT!

You answer, playfully boxing him in the stomach when you say the last word. Jay bends over, pretending that you hurt him.

- I'll go and find Nate!

You say, before you leave for the locker rooms.

- Good fight, good fight!

Jay shouts after you, pointing at you.

- Look out for that one, I'm telling you. She'll beat the FUCKING shit out of you!

You can hear him continue as you close the locker room door behind you.

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You drop the blue balance mat down in front of Nate's feet. He looks at you, and you look back

- Balance, Nate!

You say, gesturing to the mat.

- I said I was fine!

Nate states. You nod your head.

- I know you did! But, that's just your words. I need to be sure. So.. Balance. Twenty seconds!

You say, folding your arms over your chest, and leaning back in your chair. Nate reluctantly gets on the mat, closes his eyes, and concentrates. You look at your watch.

Ten seconds in, Nate loses his balance. You look at him, shaking your head.

- One more try? Please!

Nate says, begging you with his eyes. You gesture to him that he can have one more try. Same routine. After ten seconds he loses his balance again.

- OK, Nate!

You say, getting your papers out.

- Please, YN. One more! I need this!

You look at him. You feel for him, you do. But at the same time he's your responsibility.

- Time is up, Nate! I'm not gonna clear you. Sorry.

Nate looks at you for a while, before he leaves the room in anger. You look at the open door he left behind for a while, before you drag your hands over your face.

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You throw Nate's papers down on Alvey's desk.

- I'm not gonna clear him, Alvey!

You say, as you sit down. Alvey looks at the papers.

- Looks like he's ready to me!

Alvey says, placing the papers down on the desk again.

- The fuck, Alvey. Are you the medic now? Where did you get your degree?

You ask, angry.

- I know fighters who went into the cage worse than this!

Alvey says, making a "I dont give a fuck" face at you.

- Seriously, Alvey? You dismiss my professional opinion?

You ask, your voice a bit louder now.

- Nate wants to fight. He's gonna fight!

Alvey argues. You get up.

- What the fuck is wrong with you, Alvey? What if he gets hurt?

Alvey gets up as well.

- Then you'll be there, and I'll be there. We'll make sure he's fine!

He says, looking at you.

- I'm not gonna be there, Alvey! This is some shady fucking shit. I have a reputation to uphold!

You say, continue to look him in the eye, to show him that you're serious.

- And I guess that's why you took THIS job?

He says, raising his eyebrows. You know you've lost. You sigh.

- Fuck you, Alvey! When and where?

You say, rolling your eyes at him.

- Up in Fresno. This weekend. We leave on Friday.

Alvey says, before gesturing for you to leave.

- 154 pounds. Make sure he reaches that weight!

Alvey says, as you're about to leave. You don't answer. Instead you give him the finger, as you leave his office.

- Just fucking do it!

That's the last you hear, before you slam the door shut.

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Nate falls out of the sauna. Alvey catches him, and you start to get the sauna suit off him.

- Breathe. Breathe.. Slow steady breaths. Slow and steady!

Alvey repeats over and over, as you check that Nate's fine.

- Relax for a bit, then we check the scale again.

Alvey says, as he gets up. You help Nate up in a sitting position, steadying him against the wall. Then you look up at Alvey. You're still angry about this whole thing. Him running you over like this. You shake your head.

- Five minutes until weighing!

Alvey says, before he leaves. You take Nate's face between your hands, look him in the eye.

- You OK?

You ask, searching his eyes. He's still breathing heavily, but steady. He nods.

You lean your back against the wall next to him.

- You know what I think about this, right?

You ask. Nate nods again.

- There's still time, Nate! You can still say no!

You say, looking at him.

- Without fighting, I'm nothing!

He manages to answer between breaths. You let your head fall back against the wall, sighing.

- Fighting isn't everything, Nate!

You say, closing your eyes. Wishing for him to stop this while there's still time.

- Then why did you come back?

He asks. You sigh again.

- Because fighting is all I know. This life is all I know.

You answer. Turning your head to look at Nate. He just nods. You nod too, you know there's nothing more to say.

- I'm ready!

Nate says, getting to his feet. You get up as well. Help him get the rest of the sauna suit off. Before you walk with him to check the scale, one last time, before you leave.

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Friendly Fire

You are the new medic at Navy Street, assigned to make sure the fighters are fit to fight, and to stitch them up if they get injured.

You've been in the game before. And you know Alvey, better than most people.

Shelby & Lisa hired you, without consulting with Alvey. And Alvey is not happy when he sees you.

You suddenly find yourself in the middle of a half broken up Kulina family, drug and alcohol abuse, and a Navy Street gym that is about to wreck itself from the inside out.

Will your strong will and smart mouth get them out of the ditch they dug for themselves? Or will you go down with them?

DISCLAMER: I'm not the biggest Lisa fan, so she's a side character in this one, she already left, and is not coming back. Remember this is Fiction, so don't hate me for changing parts of the story. I know a lot of you are BIG Kingdom fans (so am I). I just wanted to make this story my own. I Hope you'll like it.

TRIGGER WARNINGS:

Drug and alcohol abuse Graphic Sexual Description Violence Strong Language Public Sex

UPCOMING STORIES!

YN Stark, Tony Starks oldest daughter just moved into the Stark towers after a messy break up. she immediantly bonds with Natasha. With her smart mouth and her IDFC attitude she manages to keep almost everyone at arms length. Mind made up at "Every Guy Is An Asshole". YN will never ever let another man into her life.

But then….

…. She meets Brock Rumlow at one of her dads parties..

Brock Rumlow don't want another girl. Every girl he's been with always seems to want him for one thing, and one thing only. Not that he minds that. Intimacy is great once in a while. But no girlfriends. Not now, not ever.

But when he one night gets seated next to Tony Starks daughter, things change. She is everything he's not. Caring, loving…. Beautiful. He want's her. But he'll have to work for it. Is it worth the risk?

Tony Stark loves his daughter, although he wasn't exactly ready to father her again when she was over 30 years old. But when she moves in. Tony sees that she inherited his smart mouth, and his sense of humor. The bond between father and daughter grows. It's even better than before. That's why he doesn't care one bit for it when YN starts to talk to SHIELD agent Brock Rumlow.

⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠️ Family dispute, emotional baggage, Graphic sexual description, drinking, Description of nudity, emotions, strong language

Do not interact with this story if ANY of this is triggering to you. Stay safe ❤️

Brock Rumlow. The university's star quarterback. A talented fotball player, with an inability to behave himself.

You! Psychology Major, about to write your doctorate!

When your paths cross. You will both learn a thing or two about each other, and about yourself.

18+ story⚠️

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Story will contain Graphic sexual descriptions, graphic descriptions of violence, emotional trauma, domestic abuse, mental illness, emotional baggage!

These are Trigger warnings. Please read them and respect them!

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12, 14, 20, for any fictional Nate you feel like?

BUCKLE IN

Obviously choosing Nate Kulina from Kingdom because I give 0 fucks about Nate Gray despite the fact that he has the best song in CR2

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Nate wants a family so badly. Being that he came from such a broken and fucked up one. He wants to get married and have kids. He's really great with kids. He wants to give his kids everything him and Jay didn't have. He wants to be a better dad than Alvey was. He doesn't want to ever make his kids feel like they have to earn his love.

And he'd be the best dad if he had the chance 😭

Seeing how soft he was with Jay's daughter lives in my head rent free forever and that was his only scene with her

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

I don't know fashion so idfk

I tried looking up guides but I am lost

I'm pretty sure everytime we've seen him in this show he was in workout gear or he's casual "I just threw this on and gave it no thought"

Which is like t-shirt or hoodie and shorts or jeans

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend to this character, the amount of screentime doesn't matter?

Lisa

Hands down Lisa

Nate and Lisa are the only people on this whole show who aren't completely insane

Also he genuinely loves and cares about her and is the ONLY guy on this show who isn't using her at all

Also having taken over for her after she left to have the baby, he saw first hand how much she did for the gym so I know he had a new appreciation for her

Lisa and Nate going through THE MOST fucked up shit in this show and somehow being the most stable is wild

He's super close to Jay obviously buy Jay is a ticking timebomb and sometimes toxic and dangerous

And everyone else on this show sucks

INCLUDING Nate's boyfriend - let's not forget Will knew his boss drugged and basically date raped Nate 🙄

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Private Workout (Alvey Kulina One-Shot) Contains Graphic Sexual Description

Since I haven´t been able to write a new chapter of my Loki fic. I decided to share my One Shot today Instead. I hope that´s OK. Enjoy some Alvey Kulina smut my lovelies!

You put your bag down, next to the free weights. Look around the gym. You're the only one here. Lisa probably kicked everyone else out. You knew that NAVY ST. struggled financially. And you hoped that they would manage to continue. Not only because of the atmosphere and the people there. But it was cheap, considering the equipment available, it was close to your apartment. And then, of course there was Alvey. The sexiest man you ever laid eyes on. He was taken though. He and Lisa owned the gym together. And although they fought like all the time. They always went home together. You shouldn't want him. But you could look, right? That was allowed? Wasn't it?

You lift up the dumbbells, and take place in front of the mirror. Start to do your reps. 15, and then a pause. You're up 2kg from last time, and you feel that. For the last 5 reps, you look down on the floor. That's why you don't see him approach.

- You need to lift your head up. Or else you'll strain your neck!

The voice is deep, and dangerously close. You jump, and drop the dumbbells.

- Hey, easy there. Are you trying to wreck my gym?

You turn around. Alvey Kulina! He's standing there, right in front of you.

- Al... Alvey... I'm sorry... You scared me..

- I'm sorry. I just wanted to help..

He sits down, picks up the dumbbells. He lifts his head. Facing right at your... You can almost feel the tension in the room. You swallow, as he gets to his feet, puts the dumbbells back.

- Hey! I was...

He turns to you.

- Shhh...

There's something in his tone, that makes you follow his command.

- I'm gonna show you a proper workout!

He says, as he comes all the way up to you. You freeze in place. It's Alvey Kulina. The man you've been staring at for the past six months. And now, now he's standing here in front of you. Dangerously close, looking down your body. Offering you a proper work out.

- Pick up the 8kg!

He commands. You swallow again, before slowly turning around to pick them up. You can see in the mirror that he's eyeing your behind as you lean down to pick them up. They're heavy. You usually do 5kg. But today you tried the 7kg. And you almost didn't manage that. And now he want's you do do 8kg.

You turn around to face him again.

- On the floor... Over there..

He points to a yoga mat on the floor. You put the dumbbells down where he tells you.

- Not them.... You!

He commands again.

- I'll take those..

He says, as he comes over, and picks up the dumbbells.

- On the floor!

You start to get the feeling that this won't be a normal workout. And you can't deny the you want it. You want him. You get down on the floor, on your knees. Alvey stands over you, looks down on you. Before he carefully unzips your sports bra, and removes it.

- Al...

You start. But he cuts you off.

- Shh...

One of his hands takes a hold of your hair. Roughly but carefully dragging your head back.

- My shorts... Take them off!

You swallow again. You're flooding with wetness. Almost to the point that you're afraid it will show through your tights. You slowly move your arms up to the lining of his shorts. Drag them down. He's already rock hard, standing proud. Waiting for you to please him. You let out a little gasp.

- You like it, huh? Taste it!

His other hand moves up to your mouth, and he opens it with his thumb.

- I know you want me! I've seen you eyeing me. You didn't think I noticed.. But I did. Taste it!

You move closer. Fuck how you want him. You can't stop.

You open your mouth more, before closing your lips over his tip, pressing them together, and swirl your tongue around.

- Aaaa.. Good girl.. fuck...

He says as his grip of your hair tightens. He pushes deeper inside, and you put your hands on his hips, to make him stop. You can't take it any further down. He get's the picture. Slows down.

- Can't take anymore, huh? That's OK.. Just make it good and wet for me to fuck you. Your lips feels so good around me.

He stands still, let's you work him. Let's you decide how far back you'll take it. His hand still in your hair, holding your head in an angle, so he can look at you.

After a while, he lets go of your hair. Commands you to get on your back on the floor. And to place your arms over your head. You do as your told. At this point, you'll do anything just to feel him inside. He sits down on top of you, placing a 8kg over each of your wrists. Before moving down on you, and removing your tights.

Letting his hands glide up your bare thighs. You gasp. He let's his hand rest between your thighs.

- You like to work out....

He lets the tip of his fingers enter your underwear. Teasing you.

- Or do you come here to look at me?

You nod.. He lets his tongue glide over your underwear.

- So, which one is it?

- You...

You say, while sucking in a breath. He lets his tongue glide over your underwear again..

- That's what I thought... Naughty little girl..

He says, as he drags his t shirt over his head. Your eyes widens when you see his bare, perfectly toned upper body.

- Look all you want. You won't get this until I decide that you do...

- Please...

You beg. Blushing. Alvey lets out a little laugh.

- Please what?

- I.. I want you...

He looks you up and down. Lying there on the floor, arms over your head, nipples peaking, underwear probably soaked with your wetness.

- I can see that.. And if I do this...

He puts his hand inside your underwear. You gasp.

- I can feel it. Wet little cunt.. Just waiting for me to fill it up...

You let out a moan, when he teases your entrance, and then brings your wetness up, circling your clit.

- Fuck!

He looks at you, as he continues to smear your wetness around.

- I thought you wanted a work out. I'm not even halfway done with you.

- Please.. Take off my underwear..

You beg, bucking your hips.

- And now she begs... Want me to taste you?

- Yes!

He slips two fingers inside you, only to remove them again, bringing them up to your face, forcing them inside your mouth.

- Taste it. Tell me how it tastes! Make me WANT to taste it.

You can hear on his voice, see in his eyes and feel by the way he moves that he want's this as much as you do. But he'll probably hold back, make you beg.

- Mmmmmm.....

You say, closing your eyes..

- How does is taste?

- Good!

You answer. His fingers still inside your mouth.

- Yeah? Should I taste it?

- Ylbk..

The only sound you manage to make with his fingers inside your mouth. He removes them, and takes a hold of your chin.

- Should. I. Taste. It?

- Yes! Yes! Please..

You almost scream.

Another laugh escapes his lips, before he removes your underwear, and buries his face between your legs. The sounds escaping you echoes in the empty gym.

- Good girl..

He murmurs into your wet flesh. As his fingers joins his tongue. Finding that sweet spot, massaging it as if his life depended on him giving you an orgasm. His tongue lapping at your clit like it was made to do just that.

- Fuck! I... I'm going to.. Cu...

He yanks his fingers out, sits up, looking at you.

- You thought it would be that easy?

- P...Please...

Your body still shaking. Like that sweet release sits on the edge off the cliff, just needs that last push, to go over.

- I promised you a proper work out...

He says, as his fingertips teases the inside of your thighs, it makes you shiver.

- Alvey...

You beg again..

He gets on top of you. Wiggles his lower body, teasing your clit. Kissing you intently. You buck your hips, desperate to have him inside. His kisses moves down to your neck, before he bites your earlobe, and whispers in your ear.

- The fact that you're still able to talk. Let's me know, we have some work to do...

- Please, Alvey.. I need...

He lets his tip tease your entrance. You buck your hips one more time.

- Beg for it...

He says, continuing to rub his tip over your wet slith.

- I want you, Alvey. Please..

- Not good enough...

He growls in your ear.

- Fuck me please...

You try..

- With what? My fingers?

He moans the words into your ear.

- I want your cock, deep inside my pussy.

You say, furiously blushing.

- Good girl...

He says, as he enters you in one hard thrust.

- Fuck!

You scream.. As he keeps pounding you into the yoga mat.

- Feels good, doesn't it? Me filling you up? Filling up your hungry little pussy?

- Yes! Fuck... I... I won't last long..

He removes the dumbbells over your wrists. Slows down his pace a little.

- Oh, yes you will. I decide when you can come..

You desperately try to follow his movements, for him to hit that spot again.

- You want to come?

He asks, as he takes a hold of your chin.

- Yes, please..

Your voice almost desperate.

- Then beg for it. Look at me, and beg for it.

The way he looks at you, his words, it makes your belly clenche. He feels it, and smiles down at you.

- Use your words. Beg me to make you come.

- P....Please, Alvey.. I want to come...

Alvey drags his tongue over your lips.

- You can do better than that. Can't you? You've been eyeing me for the last five months. Tonight I can make all those fantasies, all those scenarios in your head a reality. You. Just. Have. To. Tell. Me!

God! Of course you have made up pictures in your head. About him doing things to you. Infact a-lot of it has been pretty similar to what he does now.

- I...

You don't get to say anything else, before he starts to move again.

- You see.. I. Have a fantasy about you...

He grabs your shoulders, and thrusts so hard and deep it hurts.

- It's me fucking you senseless on every single surface in this gym. You screaming my name as you're coming all around my cock.

Your belly cleches again, from his words. Your hips following his slow agonising motions inside of you.

- It's me tasting your sweet nectars, as you're coming on my tongue. Over and over again, until you can't even remember your own name.

Your fingernails now digging into his back. He smiles at you.

- Want something like that?

- Yes...

- Which part?

Another deep thrust.

- Fuck, Alvey..

Again he takes a hold of your chin, drags his tongue over your lips.

- Which. Part?

- All of it... I want all of it...

You almost scream the words to him.

He ups his pace, fucking you raw into the yoga mat. Grunting in your ear, moaning, breathing heavily.

Your whole body tenses up. You lift up your legs, and wrap them around him, to make him go even deeper.

- Fuck.. I'm going to...c....

- Come for me! Grip your walls around my cock. Come on. Scream for me!

The orgasm is so intense, you can't even hear your own screams. You can't even move, locked in a grip around both his thighs and his neck, when you finally start to come down.

Your arms falling down to your side, your legs letting go of the grip around him. He slips a hand into your hair.

- Fuck...

You say..

He looks at you..

- Still talking, I see.. That means I'm not done. Get up!

You have no idea how, but you manage to get up.

- Hands on the mirror! I want you to watch yourself as you're coming! Watch me, as I fuck you senseless!

With your first orgasm fresh in mind, you don't hesitate to do what you're told. Placing your hands on the mirror, watching him repossition you, to get better access to what he wants.

He enters you again, with one thrust. You try to focus on watching him, instead of your own reflection. How he watches you in the mirror, as he fucks you from behind.

He leans over you, taking a hold of your chin, moving your face, so you see yourself in the mirror, before grabbing your breasts. Growling into your ear.

- Look at you... Look at how beautiful you are when I'm fucking you.

He says as he ups the pace, and letting one of his hands glide down your stomach before hitting your clit.

- Fuck!

You gasp, leaning your head back.

- Look at yourself!

He commands, as he continues to fuck you hard, hitting that sweet spot with every single thrust. His fingers on your clit. Bringing you closer and closer to the top.

- I'm coming. I can't hold it. Filling your hungry little pussy up. Come with me!

The second orgasm hits you like a freight train on full speed. Alvey moans behind you, biting your earlobe, breathing heavily onto your ear.

You lean your head back on his shoulder, and he puts his arm around your neck, holding you in place.

- Full filled your dirty little fantasy yet?

He whispers into your ear..

You can't talk. The waves of the orgasm, still inside you, still hitting your lower stomach and your thighs, making you shiver.

- That's what I thought...

He says, pulling himself out of you, replacing his cock with his fingers. Pulling them out again, covered with both him and you. Moving them up to your face. This time, he doesn't even have to force your mouth open, the second his fingers hits your lips, you open for him, letting him in.

- Taste good, doesn't it?

- Mmmmm..

You answer, closing your eyes, feeling the last waves of the orgasm leaving your body.

- Same time tomorrow?

He whispers in your ear again..

- Every day..

You answer...

@nekoannie-chan @late-to-the-party-81 @randomlittleimp @mostlybuckystuff

[talia-rumlow]

Two new One-Shots in the works. I really need to stop watching movies and TV-Shows. This happens every time..

[saiyanprincessswanie]

What a great first chapter. I can’t wait to see how this all plays out

Fight For Me (Alvey Kulina/Original Female Character) Chapter One

WORDCOUNT: 5525

TRIGGERS: Mentions of drug abuse, strong language, some mentions of sex.

CHAPTER ONE - BACK AGAIN!

Venice Beach, California. Where the land meets the ocean and there's mile after mile of open beaches, life-guard towers, side walk coffee shops, luxury boutiques, unconvetional street artists and colorful wallpaintings. Venice Boardwalk was a haven for tourists, and therefore almost always packed with people.

For those who live here full time, this was a regular day to day lifestyle. And something they got used to over time. Learning when to not visit certain places, due to the crowds that gathered there. Learning how to deal with the crazy tourists, and the not so crazy ones. Life for the locals in Venice was a regular day to day life, no different from your life or my life. For them, Venice was the most beautiful place on God's green earth, and a lifestyle in itself.

For Alyssa Stavos, Venice Beach was a new beginning. Or well, more like a walk of shame, back to a life she left behind several years ago. A life she left without looking back, and without giving notice. She just left, dissapeared overnight. And back then, she thought that was the best descition she ever made. But that was back then, way back then.

Life hadn't exactly been like Alyssa had planned, and wether she wanted to or not, she was back in Venice. Back to the fighting scene, back to stitchin' fighters up, back to deal with addiction, anger, remorse, head injuries and weighins. Back in a world of masculinity, strong language, anger issues, family drama and most importaintly, back in Navy St. And back where Alvey was. He didn't know yet of course, but it was just a matter of time until that bliss also would fly out the window.

Alyssa sort of grew up in the MMA life. Her father Alexander Stavos used to be a famous MMA fighter, when he was still alive. And it was through him that Alyssa got intorduced to the world of fighting. It was the world of fighting that pushed her to study medicine, so she could be a part of the team around her dad when he was fighting. Due to her dad's merrits, she quickly made a name for herself in the business, which in turn led her to Alvey Kulina and his world. He was King Kulina back then. A world renown fighter, with several medals and trophies attached to his name. Back when they first met, Alvey was like a God to her. A renown fighter who wanted her on his team. And Alvey was a good fighter, he probably still was. But his carreer took a big hit, and that brought with it a whole avalance of messed up things, that all happened at once. Alyssa thought she pulled out before her name was too tainted with Alvey's mistakes. But as it turned out, the name King Kulina wasn't what it used to be. And getting a job, a real job, after being a part of the Kulina scene when it crumbled wasn't as easy as it sounded.

Alyssa discards her empty paper cup in a trashcan, before walking over to Muscle Beach. She needed a morning work out before she entered the Lion's den. Of course the job came with free workouts at Navy St. But she wasn't going there now. Not before Alvey gets to know she's back.

As she gets ready for her morning workout, she can't help but notice some guys looking at her from the other side of the street, talking to each other. By the look on their faces it's either unpure or unfriendly thoughts they have about her. Maybe both. It's not like she's not used to this. In her line of work, this kind of thing was sort of in the job description. But in some weird way, these particular guys felt threatening. She could probably kick their asses from here to the end of the universe. But even if she could fight, it wasn't like she wanted to, at least not all the time. And definetly not now. Maybe Navy St. is a better place to work out after all.

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Alvey leans back in the yellow couch in his office. Another fuckin' fork in the god damn road. Jay was still in denial about having a drug problem, and wasn't fit to fight at all. Maybe in some ways Jay was in physical shape to fight. But mentally he was lost in whatever drug cloud he was in these days. Nate was mentally 100% ready for a fight, but he had taken a beating a while back, and none of the 20 or so doctors they had spoken to wanted to clear him for the cage yet. And Ryan, well as much as he could fight, and he'd probably do fairly good too. There was something inside Alvey that held back. His relationship with Ryan wasn't exactly paved with honesty and good intentions, but the two men did their best to make it work. For the business they said. But still, Alvey really didn't want Ryan the Destroyer steal his thunder. He'd be much more comfortable if another Kulina, such as Jay or Nate could carry the torch after him. But given the current situation, that seemed impossible. He was so desperate that he had called Lisa, his ex, a couple of weeks ago and asked if she knew any medics that would maybe look away from Nate's condition, and let him fight regardless.

To call Lisa, after everything that had happen between them, was hard to do. But Alvey felt he was out of options. It was now 14 days ago, and he still hadn't heard a word. Maybe he should just let Ryan fight. Swallow his ego, and let Ryan have the spotlight on him. Wheeler The Destroyer? King Kulina? He definetly liked the sound of King better.

Fuck, he needs to get out of here. He thinks for himself, dragging his hand over his face before he gets up. Just sitting here, waiting for that phone call from Lisa is not a good use of his time. Stupid, fucking Lisa. Although he couldn't entirely blame everything on her, she sure played a big part in what happened. Fuck!

As he steps out from his office and into the gym he's met by the familiar smell of sweat, energy drinks and wet towels.

"Dad!" Someone yells. The voice is almost drowned by the sound of ropes hitting the floor, people sparring in the cage and other familiar sounds of people working out.

Alvey doesn't react to the voice. Making a mental note that they shound get better air conditioning in here, he contiues through the gym.

"Dad!" The voice yells again. Alvey picks up his pace. He's not in the mood for any questions right now. Not about doctors or fighting or Lisa or anything else. "Alvey!" The voice presists.

"WHAT?" Alvey hisses out as he stops and turns around.

Nate, his youngest son is on his way over to him. Alvey folds his arms over his chest. Perfect. He loves both his boys, both Nate and Jay. After their mom took off left them alone, he had raised them as best he could. Constantly being reminded that they needed a female role model in their lives. It was just that King Kulina wasn't good at holding on to anything other than boxing gloves and diets.

"Did Lisa call back? Did we get a medic?" Nate asks, there's a hope in his voice. And Alvey hates to let him down. These days he felt that's all he did. Let people down.

"No, Nate. No doctor. I'm still waiting for a phone call. If she's ever going to call back," he sighs in return. Then he turns and leaves. "Shooting range," he hollers over his shoulder to Shelby in the reception before he walks out the door.

"Does he know anything?" Jay asks his younger brother as he tosses a water bottle his way. Watching as his brother catches the bottle, and takes a sip.

"Nope, not a damn thing," he replies. Then they just stand there together, looking at the enterance to the gym. Like the salvation is about to come through there any second.

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Alyssa looks up at the big sign outside the gym. Navy St. Mixed Martial Arts, Venice, Ca. A mix of nervousness and exitement fills her body, and without realizing it, she clench her fists. Lowering her gaze to the enterance. Navy St. Enterance can be seen above the door. What is she even doing here? Maybe she shouldn't have agreed to this at all.

When Lisa had called her, about 14 days ago, she was shocked. Given the troubled relationship she had with Lisa, it was the last person she ever expected to get a phone call from. Although half of it were Alvey's fault, Lisa wasn't as innocent as she tended to portray herself to be. The whole thing was kinda ironic in a way. Her relationship with Alvey ended the same way it had started, with infidelity. If she could call it that at all. Neither she or Alvey had said that they were exclusive, and she already knew how he was, and what he tended to do. Alvey was never the best at keeping girls. Probably why he and Lisa also broke up, but Alyssa never asked Lisa why. Wasn't her business anyway. But she said yes to help out as a medic. Mostly for Nate, she had said. And that was true in a way. At least it wasn't a total lie. But she would never admit to Lisa that she missed Alvey. Missed how he made her feel free and strong. Because Alvey did take her under his wings, protected her, kept her safe, helped her. But when Alvey crumbled, everything else also crumbled around him, including her. And then, Alvey found solace in Lisa. And Alyssa... Well, she left. She left everything behind six years ago, without a word. Including 19 year old Nate and 21 year old Jay. Leaving Alvey was hard enough, but leaving Jay and Nate; that was almost unbearable. They already been left once, and then she left as well. Probably not the best choice she made, but she did talk to them already, and they seemed to be okay about her coming back. Alvey however; that would be a different story.

Walking into the gym's reception area, she's immidiatly greeted by Shelby.

"Ally, you look amazing girl," Shelby states, followed by a warm hug.

"You too, Shelby, you too." She replies, hugging the blonde back. "He's not here is he?" She continues. She knows she have to face him sooner or later, but she kinda hopes it'll be later.

"Who, Alvey?" The blonde replies as they break the hug. "He's at the shooting range. But Nate and Jay are here," she continues.

"Shooting range, huh?" Alyssa almost laughs. "Shocker," she continues in an almost condecending tone. Alvey and his guns. Typical, whenever Alvey had trouble he either went in the cage or to the shooting range. She silently thanks the universe that he chose the shooting today. She hasn't seen or heard from Alvey for six years, and she basically don't know him anymore. But if there's one thing she knows; it's that Alvey won't be as welcoming as Shelby.

"You think I should go see him, don't you?" Alyssa tries to not sound nervous, annoyed or anything like that. But, she's unsure if she actually managed to.

Shelby tilts her head, and sends Her an apologetic look. "He'll be pissed either way Ally, but it might be smart to give him an extra day to be pissed, before he shows up for work tomorrow," she informs with a shrug.

"Yeah..." Alyssa breathes out, biting her lower lip. "I get that things haven't exactly been running smooth lately," she continues, drumming her fingertips on the reception desk.

"Just show your face to him, Ally," Shelby begs with both the words and her face. "It'll make it easier," she continues with another shrug.

"For me or for you?" Ally replies, accompanied by a smile to show Shelby that the comment wasn't meant as bad as it sounded.

Shelby points to the roof, and makes a circle in the air. "For this place," she informs.

Alyssa lets out an exasperating sigh, then she tosses her hands up. "You are annoyingly right, you know that?" She tells Shelby, before she tosses her bag over her shoulder, and moves towards the exit.

"Always," she gets in response, followed by a "good luck," as she exits the reception.

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Alyssa takes a good long look at herself in the mirror. Her thick dark locks framing her face. The mascara and eyeliner she just applied makes the intricate pattern of green in between the brown in her eyes pop. She's usually not the biggest make up user. But in some weird way, she wanted to look good when she saw him. And when he sees her. Not that she should care at all. Her relationship with Alvey ended six years ago, and not exactly in a friendly way.

She takes a deep breath, close her eyes. Remembering how it was to be with Alvey. How his breath felt on her skin. How his lips and tongue felt, when he opened his mouth, before closing it around her most sensitive spots. How he entered her, filled her up, fucked her. How he growled in her ear as he came. There was no doubt that what she and Alvey had was hot and heavy, and not at all a secret. Everybody around them knew. And back then; that made Alyssa feel powerful. To get to be with the infamous King Kulina, that was every girls dream back then, and she got to live it. But it came with a price, a price and a hard fall. She feels shivers down her spine just by thinking about it. "Fuck you, Alvey," she says to her reflection before she leaves the bathroom, and walks out to the shooting range.

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A round of automatic rounds reaches Alyssa's ears, followed by a happy "aaaahhh", and laughter. She crosses her arms over her chest as she moves closer. God damnit, what should she say to him? Should she say anything at all? Maybe just showing her face will do the trick. He did call Lisa for help. Or did he? Lisa could have lied to her. She could have. Or she could've lied to him. God knows she did that already.

Alyssa looks down her attire. Skinny jeans, ankle boots and a black t-shirt. Her style hasn't changed much over the years. When she takes another look at Alvey's back, she can confirm that neither has his. Army pants and a dark sweatshirt. Definetly Alvey, maybe a bit older, but his pants still fits his behind perfectly, and his shoulders are still as broad as she remembers them. You're not having sex with Alvey again, she thinks to herself. You're not, she repeats. Shaking her head as to shake the thoughts out. Do not have sex with him, Alyssa. You know what's going to happen. You don't want that again. "You really don't," she whispers.

"Is is weird that I want to fuck this gun?" Alvey's voice. Still as firm, determined and rough as she remembers it. It does something to her, something that makes her repeat in her head that she's not going to have sex with him again. But, if she's completely honest with herself, she's not sure if it's to convince herself that she shouldn't do it, or if she actually won't do it.

"Nah, it won't fit," she can hear her voice saying it, but her mind isn't totally there. Perfect Alyssa. She thinks. That was the absolute best way to get his attention, make fun of his dick. Like that will help at all. "Up your ass maybe, but I kinda have a feeling that's not what you meant," she continues, while her brain screams 'stop talking, Alyssa. For God's sake, just stop!'

Alvey turns around, slowly. Then he stops and just looks at her. Oh for fuck's sake. He thinks for himself. Fuckin' Alyssa Stavos. Just as stunning as she alwas was. What the fuck is she doing here. "The fuck are you doing here?" He hisses.

She shrugs in return, raising her eyebrows. "Just saying hi," she replies.

Alvey huffs. "You came all the way out here, just to say fuckin' hi?" He spits out. Did he like her still? Alyssa was undoubtably the only woman he ever met who could deal with him, who dared to fight him, discuss with him, be mad at him. Did Lisa call her? No, Lisa wouldn't have called Alyssa, after everything that had happened between them, she would not have called her. Do not start, Alvey. You don't have feelings. At least not for her.

"Oh, go fuck yourself, Alvey!" Alyssa spits out, before she turns and leaves. He'll figure everything out tomorrow anyway. And he deserves that punch in the face. Fuck him, fuck this. She should've never agreed to this, ever. But it was too late to turn back now. Way too late.

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Alyssa looks at herself in the mirror as she applies her mascara. Her red toothbrush held in place between her teeth. Today is the day. Her first day back in Navy St. She had already signed the contract, so Alvey couldn't fire her. He would try, but it couldn't be done. She felt safe in that department. Previous sexual relations wasn't the best reason for fiering people. Alvey knew that too, but he'd be mad. She tried to tell herself that she wouldn't care about that. But deep down, she really did wish he would be okay with her coming back. Not because of the sex or anything, even if it was the best she'd ever had. No, she wanted them to be friends for once. And handle arguments with something other than dirty fucking. It had been six years, she'd grown. Maybe Alvey had too. One could only hope.

Alvey puts his thoothbrush back and spits in the sink, then he looks at his teeth in the mirror. What the fuck was Alyssa doing in Venice? She wouldn't come and just say hi if it wasn't something special. At least he didn't think so. Given what had happened between them, he didn't even understand why she came to say hi. Sure, he wasn't the easiest person to be around back then, and he did tecnically cheat on her with Lisa. If you could call it cheating. What he once had with Alyssa wasn't a real relationship. They didn't even live together, not like he did with Lisa. For the past six years he thought Alyssa hated him. So why was she here now? Lisa couldn't possibly have called her for help. Alyssa and Lisa hated each other. Even before he had started things with Lisa, the two of them hadn't had the best relationship. Lisa would never had called Alyssa. And if she had, it would be more to get back at him than to help him. Fuck!

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"Morning, Shelby," Alyssa greets the blonde as she enters the gym. "I'll wait for Alvey in his office," she adds as she keeps walking towards the office with fast firm footsteps.

"You'll need-," Shelby hollers, but stops mid sentence when Alyssa lifts up a keychain. "I see Lisa fixed it all," Shelby states for herself, as she goes back to folding up t-shirts.

Alyssa takes a deep breath as she locks the door behind her. She's not completely sure why she locked the door behind her. Maybe it felt safer, or maybe it was to piss Alvey off. Either way, that was the choice she took. She's here now, no matter what he thinks. But she still has no fucking clue what to say to him.

Four steps from the door over to Alvey's desk. She takes another deep breath as she pulls some papers out from her bag, and places them on the desk. Then she walks over to the couch, and sinks down in it. "You're welcome, Lisa," she mutters for herself, as she once again contemplates why she decided to say yes to this. For Nate and Jay? For Alvey? For Lisa? For herself?

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"Fuck," Alvey mutters as he unlocks the door to his office. He slept like shit, this morning was shit, Jay is probably shitfaced somewhere, everything is shit. He can't wait to close his office door behind him and get some peace, at least until Wheeler shows up. He still has a few pounds to go, and Alvey had a diet and an exercise-plan set up for him.

"Hi," he hears, as he locks the door behind him. The voice is familiar, too familiar. Fuck. Can't she just leave him the fuck alone? The shooting range was one thing, that place was open to the public. But this was his gym, his office. How the hell did she even get in?

"What the motherfucking fuck are you doing here, Alyssa?" He spits the words out. Fucking Alyssa. She should know better than to show up here.

"I work here," she casually replies. Shrugging at his firm steely stare. She does work here, and she wasn't going to let Alvey mess that up. Well, he couldn't mess it up, but he didn't know that yet. And she knew it would all blow up once he sat down and actually read over the papers she left on his desk. The arrangement Lisa had set up for her was rock solid. No force within Navy St. could kick her out. Both Jay and Nate knew already, and they were both onboard with it. They even helped find the loophole they jumped through for the contract to be valid.

"The hell you are," He huffs. "This is my gym, and I decide who works here or not," he continues, still looking at her with that steely stare.

Alyssa shrugs at him, he can say what he needs to say right now. In a couple of minutes he'll know he lost anyway. "Well, Alvey," she raises her eyebrows. "I'm going to work, you can do whatever the fuck you want about that," she continues as she opens the door and continues out into the gym.

"What the fuck do you mean 'going to work'?" Alvey follows her, and slams the door to his office shut. "Didn't you hear what I said? You. Don't. Work. Here," he continues.

Alyssa takes a deep breath, forcing herself not to tell him everything. She turns around and takes another deep breath, before she walks over to him. "Listen, jerkoff. I-," she's cut off by the snap of a chain, a startled half scream followed by a loud bang.

Both Alvey and Alyssa whirles around, along with every single other person in the gym. Alvey places his hands on his hips, looks up at the chain which used to hold the 110 pounds punching bag, now snapped in the middle, and the bag on the floor.

"Fuck, Wheeler. You trying to wreck my gym?" Alvey sounds a bit angry. But Alyssa knows that he's more annoyed. She follows him, as he walks over to the bag on the floor.

"Looks like a worn chain," she states, holding up the chain for Alvey to see.

"Still here I see," he replies. This'll just be one of those days. Fuck this.

"Like I told you. I work here," she calmly brush off his statement. The she looks up at the guy who was punching the bag off the chains.

She recognize him right away. Semi blonde hair, strong facial features, a strong yet lean body, and 'DESTROYER' tattooed across his chest. Ryan Wheeler. He hadn't changed much over the past six years. "Ryan?" Her voice carried a bit of surprise.

"Hi, Ally," Ryan smiles. "I'd shake your hand, but I think I should keep my hand here," he continues, gesturing with his eye to his hand, firmly placed above his left eye. "The chain hit me," he adds.

"Allright, come over here. I'll look at it," she replies. "Just look up, and I'll guide you over to the wall there," she continues, taking Ryans hand, and helping him over to the bench.

Alvey grabs her wrist. "What are you doing?" He asks, still annoyed.

She yanks her arm back. "My job!" She replies, continuing to walk towards the bench.

"You don't have a fucking job," Alvey continues. But she's not giving him any reaction.

After she sits Ryan down, she takes off her jacket tossing it to the side. "Let me see," she instructs.

Ryan removes his hand. Trying not to look at Alvey, who's still hovering over them. Ryan can't see if he's jealous or angry because Alyssa is back. But given the history the two have, it could be both. "Is it bad? Can I still fight?" Ryan asks. Fighting is all he is, and if he has to bench this next fight, it'll be even harder to get Alvey to set him up for one of the big fights.

"It's nothing, Ryan. Nothing. Doesn't even need stiches. It'll bruise though," she informs him, as she picks up what she needs from her medical bag. "But given what you do, I guess you're used to that," she continues, as she starts to clean the cut over his eye.

Ryan looks down, trying not to look at her clevage. That's almost an impossible task. Alyssa was always a beautiful woman. Both inside and outside. Why Alvey did what he did, Ryan'll never understand. But, then again. Alvey was a complexed guy. And his mistakes could make it easier for Ryan to make a move. If he dared to.

Alvey's still hovering over Ryan and Alyssa. That Ryan checks out her clevage is no surprise, but that she is so fucking stupid that she still doesn't understand that he can't have her working for him again, that's a surprise. "Take a long hard look, Wheeler. She won't be here tomorrow," he informs them both.

He gets no reaction from Alyssa, and Ryan sits absolutely still, so Alyssa can do her job. "What are you going to do, Alvey? Fire me?" She suddenly asks, not looking at him at all.

Her casual response to all of this make Alvey's blood boil. Who the fuck does she think she is? "I don't have to fucking fire you. I didn't hire you. You can't just walk in here and expect to have a job," he want's to yell at her. She has no fucking business coming here and fuck up his life, his consentration. Fuck.

"You should read over the papers I left on your desk. You can't fire me," she shrugs back. She takes a quick glance up at Nate who's standing on the other side of her. He already knows, and in some weird way, she wants his approval once more. Alvey hates the fact that she's back, and she can live with that. But if Nate or Jay or both of them doesn't approve, it'll make her staying so much harder. She signed that contract, so she can't back out either. Hopefully Alvey will come around.

"What papers?" His voice over her head again. It pisses her off. If she wasn't closing up Ryan's wound, she's pretty sure she would have put her fist into the wall right about now.

"The papers, Alvey! On your desk. Take a fucking look, and stop being a baby," her voice might be a bit harder than she intended it to be. But this man seriously pisses her off, in every possible way.

As Alvey slams the door to his office shut, Ryan finally looks up at Alyssa. "What does it say in the papers?" He asks, curious, but he knows he'll probably find out any second.

Alyssa sends him a half smile. "You'll see in a bit," she replies, patting him on the knee. "How many pounds you got left?" She continues, trying to get attention away from Alvey, in his office, reading over the papers. It's about to explode any second now. She knows that.

"Fo-," Ryan starts, but a bang in the wall from Alvey's office cuts him off.

"Fucking bitch!" Alvey yells.

Alyssa smiles again. Here we go, she thinks. "I'm just gonna go back there. No need to take this fight out in the open," she gestures with her hand to the back of the gym, where the showers, the sauna, the kitchen and Alvey's private exercise area is.

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Ryan points in the direction Alyssa went when Alvey comes out of his office. No words are exchanged, but Ryan knows that it'll be loud in just a few seconds. He knows he still has four pounds to go, but right now, he wished he had popcorn. As Alvey's angry footsteps echoes around the gym, Ryan gets up and slowly follows him in a safe distance. He can't help it. But he wants to know what this is about. What Lisa and Alyssa did, that made Alvey totally lose it like this.

"Alyssa!" Alvey's voice echoes through the oversized gym. "Alyssa, don't fuckin' hide from me. We need to talk," he continues as he rips open the door to the changing rooms, before slamming it behind him.

Alyssa leans her back against the wall. "Hey, Alvey," she smiles "What's up?" She continues placing her left foot up against the wall.

"What the fuck is this?" Alvey yells, lifting the papers up in front of her face. "Is this some kind of revenge? You and Lisa teaming up together to avenge me," Alvey's eyes are locked on hers, almost a threatening look.

Alyssa raises her eyebrows as Alvey places an arm on each side of her head. "And what exactly did you think you did, that would lead us to want revenge?" She asks, tilting her head a bit. She was never scared of Alvey. Every single time they fought like this the ended up having sex. Now that would not happen this time.

"Don't play games with me. Lisa gave you her share of the gym," Alveys jaw ticks, and Alyssa halfway expect him to punch a hole in the wall next to her head.

"She didn't give it to me, I bought it," she replies, still calm and collected. She knows that this move won't defuse the situation at all, but it'll help her to have some form of control.

"So you just bought 25% of my gym? For what? Out of the kindness of your heart?" He almost spits the last words out.

"Well, that's not entirely accurate," Alyssa replies. She was sorta thinking about keeping this last part a secret for a bit longer. But Alvey pisses her off more than she thought he would. So fuck it. "I didn't buy 25%," she continues. Then she stops, waiting for Alvey to reply.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Alvey is now all the way up in her face. But she's determined to stay cool. No need to start a fist fight.

"I bought closer to 50%," she informs him, watching as his face morphes from angry to confused. "I bought 25% from Lisa, and 24% from you," she continues. The confusion on Alveys face is priceless, and she can't help butsto find that amusing.

"How the fuck did you do that?" Alvey replies. It's like he's trying to be angry, but Alyssa knows him. And there's a bit of something else in his voice.

"Pro Grip Equipment," she delivers the name with a hint of exitement. "Ergonomic designed exercise equipment for injured fighters," she continues, not taking her eyes away from Alvey. "You took them up on their offer to supply Navy St. with top of the line equipment," Alyssa reaches into her pocket. "To set Navy St. on the map, as an including and safe space for everyone," she delivers Alveys own words back at him, as she hands him her calling card for the business.

"You?" Alvey asks, as he takes the card from her. "You and Lisa," he continues. "Vengeful," he adds.

Alyssa can feel the anger bubbling inside her. "Believe it or not Alvey. But I'm not here for you," she moves closer to his face as she's talking. "And about the whole revenge ting. If I wanted to do that. I'd just go and sleep with Ryan," she continues. She knows that might have been a stupid thing to say, given the situation.

Finally Alvey moves away from her. Instead he points his index finger at her. "This isn't over," he hisses before he walks away.

"You're right. I think this'll be an eventful partnership," she hollers after him. But she's not sure where it'll go from here. It could be good, it could work out okay or it could be a total disaster. Just don't sleep with him, she once again tells herself.

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