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lyvhie · 24 hours ago

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okay hi haechan anon again!! im back with another request! so I'm missing my taeyong a lot (hashtag military wife..) and I was listening to 2 baddies as any baddie would and. the line "now you wanna ride these wheels" had my legs FOLDED 🥴 those wheels aren't the only thing I wanna ride.

and that brings me to my request. riding tyongie pretty pretty please???

── .✦ everybody makes mistakes

ex-bf!lee taeyong x fem!reader

𓂃 ࣪˖ summary: You were going through a busy time in your life, and going to a party was supposed to help you relax a little and... Well, your ex certainly turned out to be a good distraction. 𓂃 ࣪˖ cw: smut, riding, car sex, unprotected sex, creampie because why not 😞, pet names. 𓂃 ࣪˖ a/n: HIIII, ANOOOON!!! GLAD YOU'RE STILL HERE 😚😚 i get you... i feel like we are 12949 years without tyong, we need him back ASAP, i can't have a happy life if taeyong isn't here PLEASE. ANYWAYS, I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ONE!

This was definitely not part of the plan. It was supposed to be a fun night at your friend's party—a chance to unwind and forget about the chaos that had taken over your life lately. Honestly, you hadn’t even planned on coming, but your friends had insisted, saying some fresh air would do you good. You finally caved, figuring what was the harm?

Wrong decision.

If you had known your ex-boyfriend would be there, you’d have stayed home.

You thought you were over him, it had been months since the breakup, after all. There was no reason to panic, you told yourself. Besides, he hadn’t even seemed to notice you were there. You could enjoy the night without a care. Or so you thought.

Your eyes kept drifting to him, as if drawn by some invisible force. Watching how he moved through the crowd, laughing, leaning in to whisper things in people’s ears, flashing that smile that used to make your heart race. The same smile he was now directing at others.

You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to tear your gaze away from him. Focus on your drink. Your friends. Literally anything else, you told yourself, desperate to ignore the annoying tightness in your chest every time you caught sight of him leaning in close to someone else. But it was no use.

You didn’t even need to look. You could feel it. His eyes were on you, burning with that same intensity you’d once found irresistible. Against your better judgment, you glanced over and instantly regretted it.

There he was, lips curling into a smirk, that infuriating, knowing expression that only made your stomach twist further. And then, as if the universe itself was playing a cruel joke, he started walking toward you.

Your heart skipped, and you quickly looked away, pretending to be engrossed in whatever your friends were laughing about. You even forced out a chuckle, hoping it sounded convincing.

Taeyong, of course, wasn’t fooled. He thought it was cute, how bad you were at subtlety, how transparent you always were when you tried to act cool, just as he remembered. If anything, it made him want to reach you faster.

From the moment he approached you and murmured a soft “hey,” everything became a haze, your senses drowning in the intensity of his presence. You remembered the way he leaned in, his lips so close to your ear that his warm breath sent shivers down your spine. His voice was low and familiar, dripping with charm as he told you how much he missed you, how surprised he was to see you there when he knew this wasn’t your usual scene.

His hand had found its way to your waist, his touch firm but not forceful, as if asking for permission rather than demanding it. You hadn’t stopped him. The heat of his body pressed against yours was both comforting and electric, stirring something in you that you thought had long been buried.

Every subtle gesture—a thumb tracing lazy circles on your hip, the way his fingers lingered just a moment too long as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, the way his gaze never wavered from yours—pulled you deeper into the gravity of his orbit. You knew you should step back, but instead, you let yourself lean into the closeness, into him, even though you both knew exactly where this would lead.

And all of it led to a kiss, slow, as if to test the waters, then deepening with the kind of urgency that only old lovers can share. That kiss led to lovely whispers and stolen touches, and before you knew it, you were in the parking lot, your heart pounding as he opened the door to the backseat of his car.

The air between you was thick with tension, your breaths mingling as he pulled you close, his hands finding your waist like they never forgot the shape of you. It was reckless and impulsive, the kind of decision that you knew you’d question later—but right now, with his lips on yours and the heat of his body pressed against you, it felt like the only decision to make.

His hands gripped the soft flesh of your thighs, his fingers pressing firmly into your skin as he held you down against him. His mouth was relentless, his tongue exploring yours with a fervor that made your breath hitch. Your hips began to move instinctively, a slow grind against him that drew a deep groan from his lips. The confined space of the car only heightened the heat between you, every movement feeling more intense, more urgent in the close quarters.

You felt his hands slip to the hem of your shirt, ready to pull it over your head, but you stopped him just in time, pulling away from the kiss, both of you panting softly.

"This is a bad idea," you whispered, though your body leaned into his, contradicting your words.

"Maybe," he murmured, his lips brushing against your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses that made your resolve waver. You tilted your head slightly, giving him more access.

"We really shouldn't be doing this," you tried to reason, though your hands remained on him, your touch lingering.

“You can blame the alcohol if it helps," he suggested, his lips tracing a path up to your jaw before capturing your mouth again. You didn't resist, kissing him back.

"I didn't drink that much," you argued softly.

"Then blame me," his hand drifting lower, inching toward the space between your legs, sending a wave of anticipation through you. "You're always good at that."

"Shut up," you retorted, nipping at his lower lip, earning a hiss and a soft chuckle from him. “Tell me to stop," he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his lips hovering just above yours. "And I will, pretty.”

Yes, you just needed to say the word and get out of his car. Of course, that would be the right thing to do, but... you were already this far.

You would blame him.

"Fuck, I'm gonna regret this," you muttered before crashing your lips against his again, kissing him more fervently than before, grinding against him harder, his bulge applying just the right amount of pressure against your core.

Your hands fumbled with the button of his pants, a mix of nerves and anticipation guiding your movements. He was quick to undo yours in return, his desperation evident as he helped you, pulling his pants down just enough while you slipped out of yours along with your panties, leaving no barriers between you.

His hands gripped your hips, guiding you over him, one of your hands rested on his shoulder for balance while the other slid down, wrapping around his hard cock. It throbbed under your touch, and he let out a soft moan at the slightest contact. You stroked him slowly, savoring the way he responded, before lowering yourself just enough to let the tip brush along your slick slit.

He groaned, his fingers tightening on your hips, urging you to stop teasing. "Don't play with me," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. You smiled faintly, enjoying the rare moment of control you had over him, but your own need was overwhelming.

With a soft exhale, you slowly sank down onto him, both of you gasping as he stretched you, filling you completely. Fuck, how he missed this—the feeling of your warm heat enveloping him, just as tight as he remembered. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling your intoxicating scent, his breath hot against your skin.

“You feel so good," he murmured, his voice muffled against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. You missed this feeling too, the delicious stretch of him inside you, your walls fluttering around him, as if your body was echoing the same sentiment. He bit your neck to muffle a moan, the sound vibrating through you.

And for a few seconds, you both stayed like that, motionless, just reveling in the feeling of him taking up all the space in your pussy. Then, slowly, you began to move, rolling your hips over him before lifting yourself just enough and sinking back down, drawing moans from both of you. His hands slid down to cup your ass, fingers digging in as he followed your movements, his head falling back against the seat with a deep groan.

Your movements were slow at first, teasing, but you quickly found your rhythm, pressing down on him, the sensation sending waves of heat through your body. The heat between you was unbearable, the cramped space of the car amplifying every sound—the wet glide of your bodies, the breathless moans, the creak of the leather seat beneath you.

His hands moved back to your waist and his grip on you tightened, fingers pressing into your flesh as he urged you to move faster. You picked up speed, setting a pace that felt good for you, making him gasp with each roll of your hips.

"That's it, baby," he groaned, lifting his head to watch where your bodies met, eyes dark with hunger. "Just like that... take me deeper."

You bit your lip, trying to stifle a whimper as you obeyed, bouncing harder, grinding down to feel every inch of him. The pleasure was dizzying, overwhelming, stealing what little self-control you had left. His hands left your hips, moving up your body, dragging your shirt up to expose more of your skin.

“Fuck, look at you," he murmured, leaning in to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. The sensation sent a shockwave through your body, making you clench around him.

A deep, guttural moan tore from his throat as he thrust up into you slightly, meeting your movements. "Shit—keep that up, and I won't last," he warned, voice strained. But you didn't stop. You couldn't. You were too close, too lost in the way he filled you perfectly, the way his body fit against yours like he was made for you.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer to kiss you, the heat between you both intensifying. Just as he had said, he wouldn’t last much longer. It wasn't just because it felt incredible, but because it was you.

“Don’t stop,” he murmured, almost a plea, his thighs tensing beneath you. His chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, every little sound he made pushing you closer to the edge too, but you weren’t there yet.

You didn’t need to say anything; your body said enough. The way you moved, the way you squeezed him with every roll of your hips—it was too much. His grip on you tightened as he groaned deep, his body shuddering beneath you as he came, his release spilling inside you as you kept moving, letting him ride it out.

But he didn’t stop there—you still needed to finish too, and now it was his turn to take care of you. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he buried his face in your neck. Even with his body still trembling from his own release, he started moving again, thrusting up into you with deep, desperate strokes.

A shaky whine escaped his lips as the overstimulation hit him, but he didn’t let up, his grip on you firm, determined. “Gotta make you feel good too,” he murmured against your skin, his voice strained, breathless.

Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, your walls fluttering around him, dragging him deeper despite the sensitivity. His name spilled from your lips, hands fisting in his hair as he held you close, chasing your release like it was the only thing that mattered.

His breath was hot against your neck, his movements growing sloppier, more desperate, but he didn’t stop—not until he had you right where he wanted. His fingers slid down between your bodies, finding your most sensitive spot, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that made your thighs tremble around him.

"Come on, baby," he coaxed, voice hoarse, lips brushing your ear. Your grip on him tightened as pleasure coiled low in your stomach, the pressure building with every stroke, every thrust. His name tumbled from your lips, breathless and needy, and he groaned at how good you sounded.

And then, with one more deep, well-angled thrust, pleasure crashed over you. Your body tensed before melting into his, a broken moan leaving your lips as your release washed through you. He groaned at the feeling of you tightening around him, his arms holding you steady as you rode out your high.

Even as your body sagged against his, he pressed a lingering kiss to your shoulder, his breaths ragged, shaky. “That’s my girl,” he whispered, tracing slow circles on your back as he helped you come down.

It wasn’t the smartest decision, you knew that. But, in that moment, you felt... satisfied.

You pulled away slightly to meet his eyes. Your friends had been right, maybe you did need to let go of the weight on your shoulders and relax a little.

"Wanna come home?"

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plaidpajamallama · 3 days ago

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(You scared me) RHEA RIPLEY X JEY USO

The Finale

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, I fell asleep not long after you.

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

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

Good, you should; you deserve it, baby.

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

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

Oh, I don’t want to, baby girl.

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

Check out at 11, so…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was another loud knock on the door.

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

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

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

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

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

My bad. I’ll call next time.

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

Jey! She yelled for the bathroom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alight call this time, uce

Jey! She said, shooting him a look.

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

Ok, bye.

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

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

Or what? She with a smirk on her face

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

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

Nah, fuck that shit; get over here.

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

Rhea was walking around backstage at TV with Bayley.

Thanks for the help.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That’s good. You deserve a little break.

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

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

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

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

Yeah, I love it.

So, is there anything new with you and Jey?

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

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

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

Or maybe we should have a little weekend day trip.

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

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

I already love being here.

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

Hey, Uce, Good to have you back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You should see the other guy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She chuckled. You always want some food.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You're first in line when I win.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I can’t go to sleep hungry, babe.

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

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

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

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

What do you think we should do to get you?

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

Uhh, I don’t know.

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

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

I know you all were lit.

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

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

Aye, I remember what I should, Mama.

She shook her head. You're ridiculous.

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

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

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

Nah, I don’t remember that.

I bet you don’t use He laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hi, are you alright?

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

Baby, you got this; you can beat Gunther.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I won’t, baby girl, I promise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why not? You deserve your first title defense.

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

No problem, baby girl.

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

She chuckled. I know some moves.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You know you said that shit before, uce.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He chuckled. We never did, huh?

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

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

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

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

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

1…2…3…AND STILL!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I know, I know, but it’s okay, love.

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

Do you want to just go back to the hotel?

He nodded his head, pulling back from her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You're going to figure it out, love.

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

Jey, baby, you did good.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Are you alright? Did you get checked?

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

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

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

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

Then get a rematch and beat him.

He’s not really known for giving rematches.

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

Fuck! I forgot about the rumble.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You're going to be the fourth baby.

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

I told you you did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

They will, won’t they?

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

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

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

What’s that love?

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

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

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

You think I’m ready to meet her?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Come on, let’s finish our episode.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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And that is where the story ends (for now)

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

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

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

I love y’all and appreciate y’all 🖤

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sympathytea · 3 days ago

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Yeah Prince Zam is an active threat and also a problem in Evbo's eyes. Although Zam clearly isn't after him anymore in s2 (atleast to our current understanding, he is definitely plotting something with Parrot though which. Parrot you aren't beating the traitor allegations buddy whats up with that.) Evbo however, doesn't know that! And thats a valid concern. I don't think Zam is..too awful of a threat to Evbo considering Zam got his ass kicked twice. But thats just me, who knows he might surprise me next time! But assuming its not JUST Zam to worry about, here is my theory: TW we are discussing self harm.

Evbo got stressed out a shitton. Clearly. And while he is handling himself okay now as we see him in s2 ep 1, there are very clear hints that. he is not doing quite so hot still. Lets run down the trauma list real quick: - Dying. And murder. Average Tuesday for this type of civilization, but these people are well. People. And generally stuff like that on a constant basis isn't very good to someone's brain. - The whole thing with him being farmed for an unknown amount of time during the prison arc. Very bad, but he pulled through eventually. Not enough time to heal from something like that though considering.. - Tabi's betrayal. I'd imagine this was probably the major stressor here. Like, finding out the person you ran around with for so long was planning on farming your entire civilization RIGHT after you just got done with dealing with what that would be like? Especially since she was the sole person keeping Evbo going with the golden sword layer. - Zam. I don't even need to explain that. - Finding out there are other civilizations. Finding out all of them are after the eternal weapons and the whole. Lore infodump that Julie put square on his head. Girl I love you, but that news probably did not help this guy. - Finding out he wasn't even The Chosen One, but Ferre was. And Ferre gave him that "gift". There are. A few things that could've happened there. Evbo took that news pretty well when Ferre first told him that, to our knowledge. But that definitely still would sting. So with all of the new stuff in mind I'd imagine Evbo probably felt like: "Wow, Okay, so I went through the worst experience I ever had in my life for the sake of getting me and my friend out and somewhere better, then she stabs me in the back, lets me live, I find out there's other civilizations that all want me and the diamond swords farmed, along with every other sword, for the sake of keeping themselves alive, and I got ambushed by one of my captors trying to kill me for real in my own house, that I thought was dead but wasn't, then I had to go deal with my enemies in the iron sword layer, then I get told that I'm just some guy that was chosen to go through this by one of my own kind that definitely also knows that respawning over and over again sucks. Why? What? And I'm not allowed to go find Tabi because I 'need to rest'? But I need to get that back its my fault that this happened-" And then the spiral would probably very quickly start. Considering his main thing for dealing with problems is talking to a video journal about it, but he recently found out that the other diamond swords can just read those entries, he wouldn't really have a place to vent this now would he? So what does a man with probably, nothing left to lose do in a situation where his brain is wired, he isn't being allowed to go after Tabi (because lets be honest the diamond swords wouldn't immediately let him go after her without recovering after all this, and there's a very clear but brief-ish time skip between the finale and s2) and has no other way to stress relieve? Obviously, he is gonna take it out on himself. I'd imagine he didn't want to respawn due to Zam being there. But nothing says it had to be fatal. He has a sword, knows how to use it, probably knows where to cut without bleeding out fully because he did that on the cell floor many, many times. So he cuts. Someone probably notices that he isn't doing well. His sword is damaged, sleeves that were previously cleaner have turned brown once again (He doesn't know how to tend a wound properly in my eyes and just lets it fester) and while he is smiling, its noticably weaker and he isn't really fully there. Someone finds out. They obviously tell the other swords. They take care of him, asking "please don't do that again this scares us please talk to us about things" and well. He doesn't. I'd imagine it takes awhile for him to fully develop enough trust to call these people family. Debatable how long that trust takes to form considering. The issues™ But eventually he does.

mild s2 spoilers im mostly talking about how the diamond swords are characterized

Alright I keep having thoughts bro. these swords.

Ferre being characterized as quiet and preferring not to talk? semiverbal perhaps? Julie's whole infodump during the s1 finale makes me think shes probably knee deep into the lore of this world and is an immediate hazard for spontaneous rambles. love that for her Do I even need to explain MinuteTech? His whole thing in the animation where he doesn't really know what hes supposed to do with Evbo, and then the whole acting strategically rather than emotionally and not getting Evbo's joke (according to Evbo himself who. probably did that just to make himself feel better) also "This will cost me precisely 3.2 percent of my lifespan." SIR.

Wemmbu is..a bit trickier but in my heart probably has something similar to what Evbo is currently experiencing? Maybe? He goes through the video journal HQ searching frantically for Evbo but other than that not much for me to go off of? I have plans for him though. And Evbo! Dear god how does he keep getting more unwell the more we see him? First off the guy literally claims to hear voices offhandedly (or at the very least, implied) at one point along with the whole. Trauma avoidance shit that he expresses in bow civ. Like hes probably not doing so hot after not just the Tabi betrayal, not just the prison and whatever happened between episode 4 and 5, but the reveal that shes going to hunt down all the other eternal weapons and he's the only one that's gonna be stopping her? Because the other diamond swords are staying put to guard their home and he's probably feeling isolated? He mentions that he regards them as family and also notably asks MinuteTech to buy the water bucket for him when hes too low. Despite him being very capable of respawning still i would assume.... What happened offscreen for him to do this? "retail therapy" bro no you need. regular therapy. wholeheartedly. like dear god man im sorry that you bear these burdens please be with your family

#pvp civilization #pvp civ spoilers #tw self harm #tw sh #im of the personal belief that he doesn't recover immediately from anything #like thats just too much shit for one guy to deal with on his own #and considering hes hearing and seeing things that aren't there and he *knows* that #prob also not handling it good #he does seem to get a little better as shown in s2 ep1 #but not fully okay #id imagine sword culture is very. community centric #or atleast the diamond swords are #also sorry this post is weird tumblr was fighting me and wont let me add more to it without screaming at me #sympathytea overthinks

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reginaphalangelobster125 · 1 day ago

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Little Braids

Peter Parker x Platonic Parent Figure Reader

Summary: You tell Peter about your braids and he wants some.

Warnings: very angsty, still mourning over major character deaths

Notes: This is set sometime after DSMOM, reader is some kind of immortal being (could just be a longer lifespan than humans, like Asgardians), reader has magical powers, reader and Peter live together

Word Count: 1,017

You stood at the sink, washing some dishes when Peter came out of his room. He had just woken up so he was sleepy eyed and his hair was messy and fluffy. You looked at him and smiled for a moment.

"What?" He laughed out as he noticed you staring.

"How come you always put gel in your hair?"

"I don't really like the fluffy thing"

"Really? It's so cute!"

"Really?"

"Yeah, you look adorable when you come out in the morning with your fluffy bed hair"

"I have kinda thought about doing something different but I don't know"

"I think you'd look great"

"Thanks. While we're on the subject, why do you always have little braids in your hair?"

"They're for the people I've lost"

"Oh, I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything"

"No, it's okay. Most people don't care or sometimes don't even notice, it's nice to talk about them"

"Oh okay, well then, who are they for?"

"The two behind my ears are for Tony and Nat, the two at the top of the right side of my head are for two old friends from Asgard"

"You know people from Asgard, that aren't Thor?"

You laughed lightly at his intrigue "Yes, I knew many people in Asgard. These two are for Thor's mother and brother"

"Loki? The guy who invaded New York?"

"He wasn't always like that, something bad happened that made him snap. He was actually very sweet when he was younger"

"Did you spend a lot of time with him?"

"Yes, Frigga taught us magic, I can't even count the hours Loki and I practised seidr together"

"That's the magic you use?"

"Not all of the time, I used a variety of mixed magic. Some seidr, some mystical arts Doctor Strange magic, I never know what they call that, it's had a few names. I have magic naturally within me as well"

"Like Wanda?"

"Yeah, like Wanda"

You look down for a moment, remembering your old friend "See these two braids on my left, those are for Wanda and Vis, and the two smaller ones next to them are for Billy and Tommy"

"Who are Billy and Tommy?"

"Wanda wasn't very well after what happened to Vision, no one would be, and she used her magic on a small town"

"I remember that, it was on the news"

"Yes, well, she also created fictional children, Billy and Tommy"

"Oh"

"The thing is in every other universe they're real, just not this one"

"Oh, is that why Wanda went kinda...."

"Yeah, yeah it is"

You took a deep breath and gripped the kitchen counter tightly, sending a small crack through it.

"Shit, not again" You muttered under your breath.

"I can go to my room or go patrolling if you want"

"No, it's fine. I need to be able to deal with this eventually"

You took another deep breath and smiled at Peter "So, you wanna do something different with your hair?"

"Uh, yeah"

"What are you thinking? I used to be a hairdresser for a while so I can help"

"You were a hair dresser?"

"Yeah, I think it was the 1950s or 60s on earth at the time, I get a bit mixed up when I go from planet to planet"

"Wow, that's pretty cool"

"Thanks, so you got any ideas?"

"I kinda really liked your braids, you know, how they mean something. If that's okay, I'm sorry, I just shouldn't have said anything"

"No, no, that's fine, it's kind of one of the cutest things ever. You wanting to be like me, because I'm a super duper amazing role model"

He let out a small chuckle "Yeah, you're pretty fantastic"

"So, do you want one for Tony and one for May?"

"Yeah and um I though maybe two little ones for Ned and MJ, I know they didn't die but"

"I get it. To you they are gone. I'm sorry I couldn't do anything"

"I get it, there are universes to save and you were busy"

Neither of you said anything for a moment, the tension made the air feel thick.

"Wait, who's the other braid for, the one sorta near the middle?"

"Steve, I still visit him but, he-he's not the same. The Steve Rogers I knew has been gone for a long time"

"I'm sorry"

"Ah well, it's all a part of getting older I suppose" You joked as you bit back the tears forming in your eyes "So, four then?"

"Yeah"

Peter sat down and you put the braids on the sides of his head, just above his ears. He got up to look in the mirror and came out with a big smile on his face.

"These are amazing, thank you"

"N-no problem, kid"

"What's wrong?" He saw you sitting on the couch fiddling with your hands and sniffling.

"Nothing, 's fine"

"Did I do something wrong? Is it the braids? I'm really sorry"

You looked Peter straight in the eyes and cupped his face in your hands "Peter, you never need to apologise to me, I'm here for you no matter what and I'll always be here for you. You are more than I ever could have asked for and you make everyday better. I want you to feel comfortable with me and I don't want you to feel like you need to apologise for everything"

"I just, I feel like I mess up everyone's lives just by being in them and I-I don't wanna lose you too"

"Sweetheart" You said softly, quietly.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and placed your hands on the back of his neck, stroking his hair gently. You planted a small, sweet kiss to the top of his head and rested your head on his, holding him close for a moment. His arms moved to your waist, hugging you back tightly, too afraid to let go.

"In case you hadn't noticed, my life can't get much more messy"

He laughed softly through quiet sobs.

"I love you Peter Parker and that will never change"

"I love you too"

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marvelwitchergilmore · 2 days ago

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Bookworm

Summary: Clark Kent/Superman x Fe!Reader -> Clark surprises you with a library...of sorts. But that's not the only surprise in store.

Disclaimer: This is based in the 90s Superman series but I haven't finished it so no spoilers please. There aren't any spoilers in this, I don't think. I just fancied writing something for this era of Clark Kent. Mostly fluff, Reader works at the Daily Planet and has the nickname 'Bookworm'. Mutual pining, idiots in love, friends-to-lovers, a dash of angst/sad I guess, small mention/description of periods/cramps. Not Proof Read.

…Klara’s latest book provides a new light on what has been a dwindling sector for the publishing industry. In her very first interview for her latest novel, she said-

Typing away at your next article for The Daily Planet, you felt a small pinch to your side before the entire chaos exploded into your lower back, leaving nothing more than a deepening dull ache.

For a moment, you lowered your head and pressed your hand to your lower back.

“You okay there, Bookworm?”

You looked up and found Jimmy standing by your desk, a pile of papers in his hand. You tried your best to recover.

“I’m fine. Just a little pain. What’s up?”

“Publishers called.” He handed you the note and the fax sheets. “They’ve got three new authors and they want you to write about their books. They’re not published yet but an early review from you means more people will probably read their books when they finally do come out.”

Taking the sheets from him, you nodded. “I’ll give them a read.”

You’d worked at The Daily Planet since you’d left University. You’d started out as Cat Grant’s assistant until Mr White needed someone to write an article on a book that had been sent to him. The author was relatively new but he’d decided to give them a shot.

He had planned on giving the task to Cat, until you walked into the office and found the book on his desk.

“For all I know, it’s another Cinderella romance but I’d like you to write a piece on it. 500 words? It doesn’t have to be too much.”

“It’s not.”

They both looked at you. It wasn’t often you spoke up when you were in meetings. More than anything, you were quiet and got on with your job. You also had the ability to avoid hitting people when you walked through the office, which made hiring you a lot easier for Mr White than it did hiring anyone else.

“Excuse me?”

Your weight shifted from foot to foot. “W-Well, it-it’s not a Cinderella romance. I’ve read it. It’s about a woman’s journey returning home after a tragedy. I-I mean, it does have romance. She falls in love with her best friend of, like, ten years. But it’s mostly about her journey dealing with grief, past mistakes and new opportunities.”

Both Mr White and Cat looked at you stunned. But as they looked back at each other, they seemed to have a silent conversation. Then Mr White smiled. Looking up at you, he shook the book at you.

“I want you to write me a piece on this book.”

“Sir-”

“You’ve clearly read it. Write me a piece. If I like it, and more importantly, if the public likes it…I’ll hire you as a full time entertainment journalist. I’ve got more books than I know what to do with. ‘Course, you’ll do more than just write about books, but…”

Cat looked at you with a kinder smile than you’d seen on her face before.

“S-Sir, I-I don’t know if that’s-”

“She’ll do it.”

Leaving the office, you followed behind Cat. “A-Are you sure? I don’t know if-”

Stopping in her tracks with a sigh, she turned on her heels and faced you. “You didn’t apply here just to be my assistant. And I’ve read some of your work.”

“You have?”

“You sent in two articles, right? When you applied?”

You nodded.

“You can do this. Now go and do it.”

Four years later, you’d gained the nickname ‘Bookworm’, you had your own desk and you spent most of your time reading and writing reviews.

“What is it today? Romance? True Crime? Fantasy?”

Looking over your book, you found Clark Kent leaning on the wooden divider between your desk and Cat’s. You got a promotion, but considering you already had a desk, you didn’t need to be moved.

You smiled. “You’re back. When did you get back?”

“Just now.”

“Did Lois get what she wanted?”

Clark nodded with a smile as he pulled a chair up to your desk. “And more. I think the janitor will still be shaking from her interrogation in a week’s time.”

You felt yourself laugh a little.

“So what are you reading?”

“Oh,” holding up your book, you showed him and he read it.

“Any good?”

You shrugged. “It’s a non-fiction lifestyle. Right now I’d rather be fighting dragons on top of mountains.”

Clark laughed. “I’m sure I would, too.”

“But, it’s not too bad. It’s not as condescending as the last one. It’s got a little more science behind it than just someone’s opinion. Did you know the brain is the fattiest organ in the body?”

“I did not.”

“And that we need the healthy fats from fish to help stabilise the cell walls in it?”

Clark nodded, leaning on your desk a little. “Sounds interesting.”

“Those parts are. The others are just kinda…meh.”

“Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go and get some coffee or something. There’s something I want to show you.”

You studied him for a moment. “Show me what?”

“You’ll see.”

Looking at your desk. Your article was finished and you’d almost finished with your book. You could do with a break.

“Okay.”

“Great.”

As you stood with Clark, you felt yourself lean forward and grip your desk. “Ow.”

“You okay?”

You just nodded. “I-I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” Clark sounded worried. “Bookworm, you’re looking a little pale. Are you sure?”

Taking a few deep breaths, you stood up straight. “I’m okay. Just…that time of the month.”

“Oh…” Clark didn’t know what to say exactly.

“I’m okay, let’s just keep walking. It’ll pass.”

Clark nodded and you grabbed your jacket from your chair before following him towards the elevator and out into the city.

“You know, we don’t have to do this today if you’d rather just-”

“Clark,” you smiled. “Honestly, I’m fine. It’s not uncommon for me. It can just be abrupt sometimes. But I’m okay.”

“Promise?”

You nodded. “Promise.”

Clark gave you a smile and you felt your insides warm.

It was often like that when he smiled at you. A warm feeling would spread through you, just after a swarm of butterflies had flapped their wings. In complete honesty, you hadn’t noticed it at first. It wasn’t until after the fifth guy you’d been set up on a date with by Cat and she asked you why, that you realised.

The guy had been…okay. Out of the five, number three was probably the closest to who you’d dated in the past. He seemed a little more your type. But still…nothing.

“Well, what are you looking for? I can’t keep sending men your way if you’re not gonna go on another date with them.”

“You could stop trying to set me up.”

“But you need life experience! You need someone who isn’t King Lancelot on Treasure Island.”

You smiled. “I think you mean King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. And Treasure Island is a separate book.”

Cat rolled her eyes. “My point is, you need someone who isn’t…fictional. You need someone who makes you feel something.”

“But they do make me feel something. Some books are actually pretty sad.”

A small groan left Cat. “You need someone who can actually touch you. Someone who isn’t just words on a page. Did you not feel anything? Not even for Roger?”

You bit your lip, scrunched your nose and shook your head. “Not really.”

“Not even a single butterfly?”

You shook your head.

“But he was so cute.”

You nodded. “He was cute…to you. I-I just…didn’t feel anything. He was good looking. Just not my type.”

“Then who is?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t know. Handsome. I can’t explain it.”

Cat sat back with a sigh but as she looked around the office, she seemed to have a glint in her eye. “What about Clark?”

“What about him?”

“Do you think he’s handsome? You spent a lot of time together? Is it him? Is he why you won’t go on a second date with Roger?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “I didn’t go on a second date with Roger because he spent the entire date talking about how to extract a rotten tooth.”

Cat finally dropped the subject. “Fine. But when you finally want a date, don’t ask me to help you find one.”

You smiled but her previous question played on your mind. Why would she think it was Clark? Sure, he was handsome. That wasn’t avoidable in describing him. And he was smart. And kind. Caring. Friendly. And maybe once or twice you’d wished you’d faked an excuse so you could have been at home, watching a movie with him.

But was he the reason?

The answer was yes.

By the time a week had passed from Cat asking you her question, it became apparent. You had feelings for Clark. You always had. Because your reaction was always the same. Butterflies – which you’d mistaken for nerves about being at work. Then he’d smile. A warmth would spread through you, settling the flapping wings before finally you felt your cheeks warm up, too.

And you were feeling that warmth again.

Clark was smiling at you, leaning against a concrete post as he watched you take it all in.

After grabbing two coffees from the cart on the corner of the street, you’d both walked for twenty minutes before you’d arrived at a warehouse. It looked beaten up, but the locks had been freshly broken.

Inside, there were mountains of books.

Old rickety shelving units lined the walls and slotted into places that health and safety regulations would probably disapprove of. In the very centre, there were piles of books. Some, looking at them, dated back centuries. A lot of them were still 20th century, but had enough dust on their covers that could easily tell its own story about the second world war.

“How did you find this place?”

“A case Lois and I worked on last year called and said they’d finally finished processing everything. They didn’t know what to do with them since most of the libraries don’t have the space for them.” Clark explained. “So, they’re here until they find a new home. But I asked if a very avid reader I knew could have the first pick.”

You looked back at him, a wide smile still on your face. Clark lifted himself from the pillar and walked towards you.

“I don’t even know…what to say.”

You tried taking a mental image of so many books being in one place.

“I feel like I’m in Beauty and The Beast.”

“Does that make me the Beast?”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re too handsome to be the Beast.”

The comment slipped from your lips before you could think about it. Even if it was true, the clear embarrassment on your face only made you feel worse.

You weren’t like Cat or Lois. You couldn’t recover from saying something, no matter how true, very quickly. By the time you had recovered from the initial embarrassment, more was likely to come because you’d then realise the person you’d just said something to had heard you and the meaning.

Looking away, you heard a small chuckle escape Clark. Then his hands landed on your shoulders.

“I think it might be best if you start in that corner.” Clark turned your attention back to the books. “I think every book ever printed is in here.”

With a smile, having let the moment pass, you walked over and into the far corner.

“How was there a crime with this many books that I didn’t know about?” You asked after forty minutes of swimming in the books.

Your coat had long since been removed and hung on a piece of broken shelf, along with Clark's own, that he had found. Somewhere in the middle of the pile, Clark was piling books together by genre.

“I think you were away at that conference in London.” Clark told you.

“So what happened?”

“A group of guys had been robbing a few places in and around the city. Banks, jewelry stores, and a couple of storage facilities. Then they’d got wind of a storage facility holding diamonds,” he said. “Anyway, they went down there but when they opened the unit, they found books. Just piles and piles of books. But, they still thought there were diamonds but they’d been hidden. Just so happens, they didn’t realise how long it would take to look through so many books and by the time they’d gotten barely a quarter of the way through, a lady who was walking her dog across the field saw the door open and called the police.”

“So what happened to the diamonds?”

“They were being held at a facility on the other side of the city. But, the cops couldn’t take their chances so had to process every book and make sure there weren’t any hidden pockets.”

You laughed as you looked over at Clark – that same smile giving you a warm feeling. There he stood, surrounded by books, even holding on in his hands, his shirt sleeves rolled, his tie loose and his hair a little dishevelled. But that smile on his face as he looked at you.

You turned back to the pile of books. “You know, I’m probably gonna be here a while. You don’t have to stay. I’m sure there’s somewhere else you’d rather spend your day.”

Clark just shrugged. “I’ve not got any plans. Besides, I think I’d rather be spending my time with you, anyway.”

You laughed a little, placing one book down and picking up another. “Don’t let my mother hear you say that. She might think you’re in love with me, then I’ll never hear the end of it.”

You didn’t see, but Clark looked at you again; a warm smile on his face, but a slightly defeated look in his eye. You said it as if it was a bad thing. Like he shouldn’t be in love with you.

But he was.

He had been since you’d turned up outside his apartment, to welcome him to the building, with a fresh apple pie. You’d seemed so much more confident than you had been at work. At work, he’d noticed you. But nobody else seemed to have done. You avoided their every step making sure not to physically run into them; something he himself was still trying to master. You were quiet. In staff meetings, you were the same. But you were always tapping your pen against your pad – until you noticed the noise. Then you’d hold it with two hands. But unconsciously, you’d bounce your leg beneath the desk. The pen would twist around in your hands as Mr White and everyone turned their attention on you.

But the woman standing outside of his apartment seemed…more confident. Or maybe you just had a quicker escape since you’d been speaking in a hallway rather than a staff meeting with a dozen other people.

“I-I don’t know if it’ll be any good. It’s a family recipe but my Granny still tells me it tastes different every time. I’m still trying to work out if that means something good.” You finally looked at him as you handed the pie over. “Anyway, I live directly above you if you need anything. Bye.”

You’d gone to run away and make your exit, but he called you back. He thanked you for the pie and invited you inside. If slightly awkwardly, you agreed. But with one conversation, Clark found you warming to him.

After that, you both kind of became inseparable. It was a quiet friendship; the kind that doesn’t need a thousand conversations to know something. In a single look, Clark could tell what you were trying to say. In a single look, you could tell what Clark was trying to do.

On more than one occasion you’d saved him from Cat’s grasp. And on more than one occasion, he’d helped you escape a large gathering of people.

But it was one evening, just like any other, where he let himself accept his feelings for you. He’d rented the next film on the list you’d been given from Mr White. From new films, to older ones.

“There’s a whole range of ages reading our papers, Y/l/n. Even if the movies have been out for years, I want a piece to put in the paper. Capture the kids' attention. Let them know about real movies.” Of course, Mr White had given you a list of Elvis films alongside the list from the local movie theatre.

But, as you and Clark sat watching Annie, you’d fallen asleep. Laying beside him, your head on his shoulder, he lifted his arm behind you and pulled the blanket down over you. You’d had a busy day at the paper and seemed ready to fall asleep before you turned up at his apartment. But the feeling in his chest when he looked down at you, cuddling into his side…his mind thought, for a moment, that it was a routine. That you lived together, that each night would be the same. You by his side, him by yours.

He couldn’t deny the feelings he had for you then.

And he couldn’t deny them now.

“Would it really be that bad?”

“What would? My mother?”

“Me being in love with you?” Clark waited to see your reaction.

You laughed.

Not mockingly. But you laughed.

You didn’t believe him.

“Funny,” you told him. Then you stood, holding another book in your hand. Clark watched as you stood and started completing the new obstacle course you’d accidentally laid out for yourself as you made your way over to him. “But seriously, my mother would never leave me alone. She’s convinced that if I don’t get married soon, I never will. You know, I think if she could, she’d hand my face out on a leaflet on the street to take auditions.”

As you climbed over the loaded pile of books, your foot slipped. But you never hit the ground. Some of the books slid to the floor, but you remained on the pile, Clark’s arms around you.

Holding onto his arm, you looked down at the sliding books and back at him.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.” Clark gave you a light smile, his eyes scanning over your face. “What if I wanted the role?”

“What?”

“You said your mom would hold auditions.” Clark pointed out. “What if I wanted the role?”

It took you a minute before what Clark was telling you registered in your brain.

Standing once more, but Clark still holding you steady, your eyes remained fixed on him. You shook your head. “Clark, you don’t…you shouldn’t date me.”

“Why not?”

“Because.”

Clark felt himself laugh. ‘Because’ has never been a real reason. “Because what?”

“Because…” You racked your brains for an answer he would accept. “Because you shouldn’t. You should be with someone…with someone…with someone like Lois. Or Cat.”

He tilted his head a little. “Please tell me you heard yourself, too.”

“Okay, maybe not Cat. But Lois. Or Jill.”

“From accounting?”

“She’s nice. Beautiful. Smart. Funny. Everything you deserve.”

“Y/n, you’re beautiful, smart and funny.” Clark told you. “And you’re kind and caring.”

“Clark.”

Clark felt something drop inside of him. “If it’s because you don’t want to, then I’ll understand.”

But you were quick to deny that. “No,” you shook your head. “No, it’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

As you stood there, his hands holding your steady, your own on his arms, you looked at him. Clark had been the one person you’d been able to tell anything to. You trusted him more than you trusted anyone. Even from the beginning.

So why couldn’t you trust him with the truth now?

“I’m scared, Clark. This…this scares me.” You finally admitted the truth to him. “I’ve had relationships before and they’ve all found a reason to leave. I don’t want you to leave, too.”

“I’m not gonna leave.”

“You can’t promise that.”

Then he said something that struck you deep into your soul. “Actually, I can.”

You looked at him as if he had two heads, but he just chuckled, holding you a little closer. “Anyone who has ever left you, have been complete idiots. You are truly incredible, Y/n. And I have been in love with you longer than I think even I realise. But despite that, you’re my friend first, Y/n. And I don’t want to lose that either.”

Looking at you, Clark told you the complete truth.

“So when I tell you I can promise you I won’t leave, please know that I mean it. And I mean it, too, when I tell you I love you. In more ways than one.”

You smiled.

In his chest, Clark felt a bright light shoot through him and warm his entire being. Leaning forward a little, you hugged him. And he hugged you back.

Leaning back and looking at him again, you spoke.

“Can we start towards the beginning?”

Clark nodded and smiled. “Y/n, would you like to go to dinner with me?”

“I’d love to.”

Like a breath of fresh air was being kicked into his lungs, Clark smiled a little wider. But then you surprised him. You kissed his cheek.

This time, it was his moment to slip a little. But in a rush, you gripped onto him as he caught himself. Then you got an idea.

“You don’t suppose this could be classed as a first date, do you?” You looked around you before looking back at him. “I mean, I know it’s a warehouse and it’s filled with dusty old books, but I guess the lighting is kinda dimmed? And we’re surrounded by history so it’s kinda like a library-museum thing? Unless there’s classification for something to be a date. There’s gotta be a book in here somewhere that tells us.”

Clark chuckled a little as he watched you. “I think I’d like to class this as our first date, too. Besides, we can always get dinner after this.”

You nodded. “Though, to do that, we should probably get off these books.”

Clark looked down. “Right.”

Carefully, he helped you down the cascade of books before your heels finally hit the concrete ground and with a soft landing, he landed beside you.

It was another two hours before you both got food – the pizza guy, it was safe to say, was rather confused to turn up at a warehouse but he appreciated the tip and the gift copy of one of his sister’s favourite books.

Yourself and Clark spent most of the night inside the warehouse before he helped you place your reserved books to the side. The next day, you both returned with your car and a pile of boxes to help carry them away. You’d barely made a dent in the pile, but considering you had access to the pile until the local libraries needed extra copies, you could spend as long as you liked going through them.

Picking out some of the multiple copies with broken spines or torn covers, you took home and fixed them. And, six months into dating, you came to find Clark’s unique strength had its advantages as working as a temporary clamp.

“This is why you agreed to date me, isn’t it?”

You gasped a little. “You’ve discovered my secret. Well, now that it’s out in the open, you should know I also agreed because you gave me a historical library.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yep.”

Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to your lips but you pulled him back in for a second. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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