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zepskies · 1 month ago

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Lost Time

Pairing: Russell Shaw x F. Reader

Summary: When Russell takes longer than usual on a job out of town, you realize how hard it is to live half a life with him.

AN: I’ve been wanting to get to this for a while now! Here’s a sequel story in the Every Second Counts world. Also, this is one of my entries for @jacklesversebingo!

Prompt: “Are you trying to get us in trouble?”

Word Count: 4.9K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. Angst, fluff upon fluff, implied smut, mild spice.~ **DOES NOT contain spoilers for 2x02. This was written long before the new episode came out. But look out for the little announcement at the end. Some (smutty) bonus content on the way!

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Wolfing down lunch alone in your office usually meant you wouldn’t be disturbed. That distraction tended to come in the form of either Dr. Goldstein, History Department Chair (AKA: your boss), or Chris Belmont.

The latter was a language arts professor who liked to pop in on you when you were alone in the teacher’s lounge, often trying to revive yourself with a cup of Keurig coffee. Or he’d sit down next to you (uninvited) and talk your ear off.

Today, however, you made time for your brother between bites of your admittedly sad ham sandwich. You held the phone to your ear while you ate and tried to resist the urge to answer emails. This was the first month that he’d gotten phone privileges. You wanted to give him your undivided attention.

Not to mention, you genuinely wanted to know how Charlie was doing in rehab. He told you that his leg was healing up well after the surgery to repair the damage from Eddie Mendez’s bullet. Charlie was also getting put through his paces in the substance rehabilitation program, but he sounded truly sober. He sounded like himself.

“I finally get visitors this weekend,” he said. “Dave and Manny are coming by.”

“Dave and Manny. They sound familiar,” you said, tapping your chin with a pen out of habit, even though you weren’t writing anything down. You brightened with recognition. “Oh! Didn’t they serve with you?”

“Yeah, they were in my unit on the first go-round,” Charlie said, with a tone of fondness that you recognized. You remembered now. Those guys were like his brothers during his first tour of Iraq. He’d come home for a few months afterward, changed. You saw it behind his eyes.

And then the second tour. That was what almost killed his spirit.

“It’s good that you guys reconnected,” you said. A smile graced your lips. Charlie needed all the support and familiarity he could get, and coming from his brothers in the Air Force, it was all you could ask for really. “You got time to see your little sister?”

“Ha. Younger maybe. Definitely not little.”

“Whatever, gimpy,” you teased. He’d told you that he hated his crutches, made him feel like an old, one-legged pirate.

“I think I can pencil you in,” he said. There was good humor in his voice. “How about the Mountain Man? How’s he doing?”

Your smile dimmed. You twiddled your pen between your fingers. “He’s…good. He’s on a job right now, so I don’t think he’ll make it back in time for this weekend. But I’m sure he’d wish you well. He asks about you every time he comes home.”

“Oh, yeah? How long’s he been gone for this time?”

Your lips pursed. “Couple weeks.”

Three, and counting.

“But he’s supposed to get back next week.”

“Have you heard from him?” Charlie asked.

“Here and there,” you replied, leaning to one side of your desk chair. “He’s not really supposed to contact anyone when he’s on a job.”

“Mhmm.”

“Charlie,” you warned. You knew what he was thinking, even by that placid tone of his voice. Your brother sighed on the line.

“Look, I like Russell. What can I say, after what he did for you? For me,” Charlie said. “But…I don’t have to like what he does, or what it’s doing to you.”

Your teeth clenched, but you tried not to bristle. You knew he was just looking out for you, for once like an older brother should.

“I know what you’re saying, but we’re good. I’m good,” you said. “I knew what I was getting into…”

You saw Dr. Goldstein peek into the narrow, rectangular window in the middle of your office door. He gave you a little wave through the glass.

“Hey, Charlie, I’m sorry but I need to let you go. My boss wants to talk to me,” you said.

Another heavy sigh. “All right, I get it. Evade an unsavory conversation by playing the ‘boss’ card.”

Despite yourself, you smiled. “It’s true! Look, I love you. I’ll see you this weekend.”

“Oh, fine. Evade away… Love you too,” he said begrudgingly, but in the kind of way that told you he was smiling too.

You hung up with him and beckoned Goldstein inside. He let himself in and closed the door behind him before he approached your desk. He didn’t have a stack of essays in his hand, so you counted that as a small blessing. After exchanging the usual pleasantries, however, he dropped a familiar bomb on you.

“I’m sorry to do this to you, sweetheart, but would you mind taking over my 5:00 p.m. class tomorrow? I have to step out early for an appointment,” he said.

You grated internally, for more than one reason. Primarily at the way he once again called you sweetheart. In your whole life, you’d only ever given one man permission to sweetheart you, and it certainly wasn’t Paul Goldstein.

“Well, my schedule is a bit tight tomorrow, but I think I can make that work—”

“Great! Thanks again, sweetheart,” he said, already getting up from the chair across from your desk to head out. Your voice stopped him at the door.

“Ah, you know…” You stood up from your desk. Part of you was hesitant, but the other part of you—the part that had survived nearly being shot and killed in the woods—stood firm. You rounded your desk but left a respectable distance between you and your boss.

“Paul, I would appreciate it if you would just…call me by my name. In a more professional capacity, just like I do for you,” you said. “Sweetheart, honey, that kind of thing just doesn’t make me feel very respected in the workplace.”

Goldstein blinked in surprise. He was taken aback, you could tell, as if what you’d said had never once occurred to him. Or maybe he just never thought you would call him out like that. You saw him mentally calculating though. After some recent sexual harassment allegations in the Sciences department, he likely didn’t want the headache and the red tape of an HR writeup.

“Of course. I’m sorry if I… Well, I hope you know I didn’t mean anything by it,” he said.

“I know, Paul,” you replied. But what you didn’t say was, It’s all right.

The longer you remained quietly poised with your hands laced in front of you, the more Goldstein seemed to get the message. Eventually, he cast his gaze away and left your office with a parting nod.

When the door shut behind him, your shoulders slumped as you let out a deep breath. You grabbed onto his vacated chair to steady yourself, smoothing your hand down the length of your pencil skirt.

“Well, okay then.” You smiled to yourself and grabbed your phone and keys off your desk. That small win deserved an afternoon coffee break.

You ventured over to the faculty break room and started setting up an extra-large mug of coffee from the Keurig. Pumpkin spice, here I come. Finally PSL season.

While you waited for it to percolate, you checked your phone and found no missed notifications, no calls or texts from your boyfriend. Biting the edge of your lip, you gave into the urge to check your text thread with him.

Hey, just checking in. You okay?

That was the last text you sent Russell, a few days ago. The fact that he hadn’t had time to read it worried you.

It had been three weeks since he left town on another job for the Horizon Group. He was able to reply here and there on some jobs, but often you had to deal with days of radio silence in between. This time, it had been a full two weeks since you last spoke to him–a five-minute call after he checked into his hotel, somewhere in Belize.

Despite your attempts otherwise, not a day had gone by where you hadn’t thought about him, worried about him, wondered where he was, and what he was doing.

Even after four months, this arrangement hadn’t gotten easier. Sometimes, it felt like you were living half a life without him.

The coffeemaker chiming briefly broke you out of your melancholy, but you let the coffee sit there and cool while you deliberated with your phone in hand.

You tried to resist, since you didn’t want to bother him…but you ended up sending him another text.

Hey. I don’t want to distract you. Just want you to know…

I miss you.

“Oh, look who’s here.”

You looked up, already wanting to expel a breath of annoyance at the familiar voice. You plastered on a polite smile and turned to see exactly who you expected to see: your colleague Chris. There was really nothing wrong with the French and Spanish professor…except that he talked too much, and was often too eager to get into your business.

“How’s your day going?” he asked. After he grabbed a soda from the fridge, he parked himself in front of you and laid a hand on the counter. With one of the round dining tables so close, it ensured that you would have to squeeze by him in order to leave.

“Pretty good, just have one more class before I head out for the day,” you said. You intended to just make amiable conversation, but you didn’t realize you’d just given him an opening.

“You know, me too. Just my freshman Spanish 1 kids. Dumb as doornails really. They barely even look up when I talk,” he said. “Literally, I could be reciting Mein Kampf and they wouldn’t even know I was speaking German.”

You couldn’t quite smile. You opened your mouth to reply, but he beat you to it.

“Hey, since we’re going to be clocking out soon, maybe you want to go for a drink with me. I know this bar. A little rough, but the price is right and the food’s not bad. This place called Howley’s,” he said.

Your non-smile dropped further. You really didn’t know where to start on this one.

“Ah, well—” you began, but again, he cut you off.

“To be honest, I’ve kind of been meaning to ask you for a while. I just uh, haven’t been able to find the right time. Since, you know, our class schedules don’t seem to match,” he added with a boyish smile.

He was cute, you could admit, with the dirty blonde hair down to his ears and the dark brown eyes. But it didn’t shake your resolve.

“Look, Chris. I’m sorry, but—”

“Is because we work together?” he said, once again interrupting you. “The whole workplace relationship thing?”

“No,” you said. It was sharper than you meant through your annoyance. “I actually have a boyfriend.”

Chris’s excited-nervous energy gradually deflated, his eyes dimming.

“Really? I’ve never seen you with anyone,” he said.

You quirked a brow at him. “Well, he doesn’t work here, so he wouldn’t really need to come to campus.”

You didn’t tell him that Russell was Dory’s older brother, and had in fact been on campus a couple of times. You shouldn’t have needed to explain it.

Chris gave you a wry look. “Sure. You really have a boyfriend, or are you just trying to let me down easy?”

You almost gaped at the man’s audacity. Instead, your lips pressed together, and your head tilted as you stared at him incredulously.

“Does it matter?” you asked.

He blinked. “Uh, what?”

“Whatever I say next, are you going to believe it?” You finished dumping in a couple of tiny creamer cups into your likely lukewarm coffee, and you took the styrofoam cup to-go. “Good luck with the freshmen.”

You slid past him and left the teacher’s lounge. Your path took you, brusquely and irritated, back to your office. You couldn’t help but replay every bit of your interactions with Goldstein, and then Chris, in your mind like a bad movie.

Jesus Christ. If I have to deal with one more idiotic man today, I swear—

Speak of the devil, and he appears.

There was a man leaning against your office door, his hands in the pocks of his jeans. He looked up at your approach, and he smiled.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

This time, you paused…and you smiled too. There he was in all his rugged glory. Russell Shaw.

You dumped your coffee in a nearby trashcan and hastened over as quickly as you could in your skirt and heels. Russell bent down to sweep you up into his arms, and you leaned up on your toes so you could wrap yours around his shoulders. You buried your face into his neck, inhaling the familiar mix of his cologne and spicy soap.

“Missed you too,” he said, a deep rumble. It washed over you pleasantly.

“I thought you weren’t getting home until sometime next week,” you said, trying to work past the thick well of emotion in your throat. Maybe he heard it in your voice anyway, because Russell soothed a hand over your hair and pressed a kiss near your ear.

“Got finished up early,” he said, with that familiar grin of his. You could hear it in his voice.

You slipped your fingers through his long dark hair. Then you leaned back enough to see his face.

“How’d you know I wasn’t in class?” you asked.

He raised his hand off your back to point up at the sign on your door. It displayed your office hours and the times you were in class. He shot you a wink.

“I might’ve called Dory too,” he said. “She invited us over for dinner tonight. I said we’d be there around seven.”

You tsked and smack his chest, making him flinch.

“Hey!” he protested with a laugh.

“Don’t agree to stuff without me! Now we’re going to be out all night the day you get back,” you said in annoyance.

Russell smoothed down your proverbial feathers, namely by slipping his hands down your back and comfortably settling on your waist.

“Now, come on,” he cajoled. “Need I remind you that she’s my sister, and your best friend, by the way?”

You waved a playfully dismissive hand.

“I know damn well, but I’m also selfish,” you said. You gripped the edges of his familiar green jacket and tugged him closer again. “I want you all to myself tonight.”

Russell’s grin kicked up into high gear. “Oh, yeah? What for?”

You smiled and leaned up on your toes again, your lips approaching his.

“I’m gonna—”

“Hey, Professor!”

Just then, one of your students walked by with a gaggle of her friends. She gave you a little wave, and then an amused look when she noted how you and Russell were intertwined. You quickly set your heels back on the ground and dropped your hands from him.

“Oh shit. Prof’s got game,” one of her friends whispered.

“Yeah, a lumberjack,” she replied.

“Hell, I’d climb him.”

The girls giggled quietly as they continued to make their way down the hall.

Your hand rose to cover your mouth while your face burned hot in embarrassment. Russell, damn him, was smirking like the Cheshire cat. You shot him a little glare.

“Shut up,” you said.

He chuckled, and he allowed you to take his hand and lead him into your office. He closed the door for you, but that was where the chivalry ended.

He hooked his arm around your waist and brought you flush against him. A stunned yelp escaped you. You grabbed onto his arms on reflex, craning your face up to meet him. A smile played on your lips, before he captured them in a kiss filled with heat, and the torture of longing, only broken by your shared relief.

You had the presence of mind to reach behind him and lock the door. Russell took that as an invitation to back you up against your desk, knocking down a carton of pens in his wake. You held his bearded face and gave him as much as he asked for. Until the pace of his kisses eventually slowed and warmed into something more tender, with the brush of his hand against your cheek. You smiled a little against his lips.

He ended up being the first to pull away. His thumb brushed your chin next, and then your thoroughly kissed bottom lip.

“God, I missed you,” he said. You saw the sincerity in his eyes, all the heat and play and teasing aside.

“Me too, baby,” you replied, and your voice was heavy with the truth of it. You slid your hands down his arms. Suddenly you remembered your internal checklist for whenever he came home. “You okay? No hospital stays or checkups needed?”

Your hands continued their perusal over his chest and down his sides. Russell took your hands and un-busied them.

“Completely fine. Everything went off without a hitch,” he said.

You eyed him more warily. After a moment to try and discern if he was downplaying for your sake, you were able to take him at his word. For now. It wouldn’t be the first time he tried to hide an injury from you. You intended to complete a further examination later tonight. You smirked a little at the thought.

“Okay, I’ve just got one more class in a few minutes. Then I can get out of here,” you said.

“All right,” he nodded. “I’ll meet you at home then.”

Your smile turned cheeky. You flattened your palms down his chest, plucking at the edges of his jacket.

“Yeah? You gonna be waiting pretty for me?” you teased.

“You bet,” he agreed. He leaned in close to say lowly in your ear, “But not as pretty as you’re gonna be when I get you all laid out for me. Get myself reacquainted with every sweet part of you.”

“Oh, really?” you said, trying to taper your blush. There was something entirely wrong and right about him talking dirty to you in your own office. You grinned as he began to press tantalizing kisses down your neck. “I guess I’m going to be the appetizer tonight.”

His chuckle resounded in your ears. Russell squeezed your hips and brushed his lips against your skin. Damn him, he knew exactly what he was doing, making small volts of electricity zip down your spine. Warmth plumed between your legs as his beard gently rasped along your neck.

“Sweetheart, you’re the whole damn meal,” he said, in that voice of his, smooth and baritone and perfect.

Your blush intensified, even as your smile couldn’t help but brighten at his words. He nipped just under your ear, earning a stifled whimper from you.

“Are you trying to get us in trouble?” you whispered.

“Hey, I don’t work here,” he teased. His lips never left your skin. “I just reap the benefits.”

You fought against the urge to pinch his side. You grabbed your phone from your desk and checked the time. Shit. Almost 5:00 p.m.

All the while, Russell continued to torture you. His hands were no better than his mouth, caressing a path from your waist to your hips, then squeezing your ass as he pressed you more fully against him. He hummed against your neck.

“Oh, please don’t do this to me,” you whined, even as you clung to the front of his jacket and pressed your forehead into his shoulder. “I have to get to class in like, five minutes.”

“I’ve accomplished quite a lot in five minutes,” Russell said. His nibbling along the shell of your ear was all too distracting as you laughed.

“Oh, I know,” you dryly replied. “But if I let you get your hands on me now, I’m most certainly not going to be able to lecture on the ancient civilization of Mesopotamia.”

His smile grew. “I like it when you talk nerdy to me.”

Your laugh turned into a giggle. Still, your duty to your students won out. You had to press a gentle hand against his chest to push him back.

Russell let out a long-suffering groan, but he pulled away from you without losing his smile. He tucked an errant strand of hair behind your ear and caressed your cheek.

“I’ll see you at home,” he said.

You agreed, though when he aimed to leave, you couldn’t resist the urge to smack his ass on his way out of your office.

He stopped short and twisted back, pointing a knowing finger at you.

“You don’t play fair, missy,” he said.

You smirked and tossed a kiss at him.

“See you later,” you said.

You loved Dory. You really did. But after a day like today, you were happy to finally be home after dinner at your best friend’s house. You were happy to be where you were in this moment, lying in bed with Russell, wearing nothing but one of his old shirts as Speed played on the TV against the wall.

“You didn’t leave me…I can’t believe it. You didn’t leave me,” you quoted along with Annie, Sandra Bullock’s character.

“Didn’t have anywhere to be just then,” Jack (the beautiful Keanu Reeves) said on the screen. The couple shared a kiss, and you let out a happy hum, making Russell look down on you in bemusement. He had an arm wrapped around you as you laid tucked against his side.

“I have to warn you,” you said for Jack. “I’ve heard relationships based on intense experiences never work.”

“Okay,” Annie (and you) replied. “We’ll have to base it on sex then.”

Jack smiled. “Whatever you say, ma’am.”

As the movie came to an end, you sighed and lowered the volume as the credits rolled.

“How’d you like it?” you asked.

“Was good! Even though my movie buddy decided to quote half the cast,” Russell quipped. He prodded at your side like a pianist playing a Mozart cantata, making you flinch with a squawk of laughter. You grabbed his hand to try and stop him.

When he finally let up, you sighed and caught your breath, leaning against him again.

“I still can’t believe you’ve never seen that movie,” you said. “Practically any movie, for that matter.”

“Hey, I’ve seen stuff…it’s just, you know, we didn’t really have much access to pop culture growing up,” Russell said.

You sobered up; you were reminded that he didn’t have a normal childhood, even less so than yours.

“That’s okay,” you said, resting a comforting hand on his chest. “I’m gonna keep helping you catch up, long as you want me to.”

Russell smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I appreciate that.”

You closed your eyes in content.

“So,” Russell said, interrupting your peace. You heard the mischief in his voice before he even said anything else. “Am I gonna have to knock this Beaufort guy on his ass, or you got that one covered, slugger?”

You huffed in amusement.

“Belmont,” you corrected, opening your eyes again to shoot him a wry glance. “And there won’t be any ass-kicking needed on that one. Just a typical hard-headed man with a slighted ego.”

“Oof, cut him some slack, baby. You’re a hard one to let go of,” Russell teased. You smiled.

“Hey. Don’t butter me up unless you intend to do something about it.”

“Oh, my apologies,” he said. He turned over and waylaid you with kisses along your jaw, then down the column of your throat, and further still, until he met the edge of your shirt. You felt his hands move under the hem of it, slowly bunching up the material as they slid up your body.

Your first coming together when you two got home tonight was fraught, and a bit wild—the kind that nearly broke your headboard (again).

Now, Russell seemed to want to take his time. He guided your shirt up, inch by inch as his lips explored whatever small expanse he bared, from the soft skin of your stomach, to the swell of your breasts. He stopped there, laying a sweet kiss in between them. You watched him with deeper breaths, but you softened when he turned his smile up at you. You saw nothing but affection in his eyes.

“You know, the best part of my day is coming home to you,” he said.

You had to blink past the sting in your eyes, and swallow past another lump of emotion in your throat as you reached down to caress his cheek.

The hardest part of mine is watching you leave.

But you didn’t dare say that. You just guided him back up to your lips, and met him with a heated kiss.

You were nearly asleep when Russell finally came back to bed, after double-checking that the house was all locked up. He installed a more sophisticated security system a few months ago. It made him feel slightly better about leaving you alone.

He padded back over to the bed and joined you on his side. You rested your head on his shoulder again, and he slid an arm around your waist.

“Charlie’s doing well in his program, huh?” Russell asked.

You’d been talking about your brother with him and Dory at dinner.

You nodded. “Looks like it… God, I’m so proud of him. He’s really worked hard.”

Russell hummed deeply. “Glad to hear it.”

You glanced up at him, for a moment admiring his profile. He looked down and met your gaze.

“How long are you going to be home?” you asked, because you couldn’t stop yourself.

When you and Russell first started dating, he tried staying at a motel for a few weeks. You eventually invited him to just stay with you when he was in town. It made it easier to spend more time with him, since you worked a full-time schedule anyway. It was nice to come home to him, when he was here. After the surprise wore off, however, the fear always returned.

When is he leaving next?

“I don’t have another job lined up just yet,” Russell admitted. “Wanna take a couple weeks off, since this one lasted so long. I’m sorry about that.”

You were glad to hear it, so you nodded, but you had a feeling your true thoughts weren’t as well hidden as you intended. Russell searched your face.

“How’re you doing with all this?” he asked.

Your heart seized up, but you tried to play it off.

“What do you mean? We had some good food, good catching up on ‘90s movie magic, good making up for lost time,” you said playfully. You slid your leg across his lap. Russell welcomed you, drawing a hand up your thigh and under his shirt that once again hung loosely from your body. You had to reclaim it from somewhere between the sheets.

He still raised his brows at you. “You know what I mean.”

Slowly, your smile fell. Your gaze lowered.

“Russ, I’m doing my best.”

“I know you are, sweetheart, and I appreciate that. You don’t know how much,” he said, stroking your back. “I just, uh…I know this is hard on you.”

He understood Tracy, Doug’s wife, even better now. He had been better able to sympathize with Doug too, because for the first time in his life, he had someone to come home to. Someone who was actually waiting on him to come home. It was a bigger responsibility than he thought it would be.

You sighed.

“Look, I’m not going to lie, this…it’s been hard as hell,” you began, closing your hand around his. “But I love you. I love you, and I still think we have a good thing here.”

That warmed him, reminded him why this was worth it. Russell nodded in agreement, and he crossed the few inches of distance that allowed him to kiss you, good and slow.

“I love you too,” he admitted. He could count on half a hand the number of times that happened in his life, but even though it hadn’t been all that long…he thought you might be the one that finally stuck.

Your pretty smile was just one piece of evidence. You gave that to him, and you reached up for a kiss. He obliged you in turn.

“How about we put a timeframe on it then,” he said, after parting softly from you.

You tilted your head in confusion, tinged with disbelief. “What?”

“How about you give me…’til the end of the year,” he said. “I know I’ve been taking a lot of jobs lately. It’s because I’m pretty close to my goal. I’ve almost got enough to find some good real estate and start working on that bar.”

Your drowsiness fell away completely as your excitement grew for him.

“Oh my God. Russ, that’s amazing!”

Your support softened him that much more, deepening his smile. He framed your face with a hand and stroked your cheek with his thumb.

“Here’s a promise,” he said. “Six months, and no more missions. No more jobs. You’ll be stuck with me, so much that you’ll probably get sick of me.”

Your smile grew to radiant proportions.

“Hmm, maybe a little,” you teased, “but I’ll make that sacrifice.”

He grinned and drew you into another kiss. You paused, holding his bearded cheek.

“Thank you,” you said. Russell shook his head.

“Aw, sweetheart,” he said. “You never gotta thank me for that.”

AN: Let me know if you enjoyed this little addition to ESC! 💜

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After watching 2x02 yesterday, it gave me...feelings lol. So I ended up writing a new (very smutty) drabble to fill in a small gap in this one-shot! It's called More of This:

Summary: Welcoming Russell home, where he belongs. (18+)

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HITCHINS VS. ZEPEDA: FINAL PRESS CONFERENCE QUOTES AND IMAGES

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Published: September 22, 2023

Super-Lightweights clash in Orlando on Saturday live on DAZN

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RICHARDSON HITCHINS faces Jose Zepeda over 10 rounds for the WBC Silver, WBO NABO and IBF North American titles “I’ve got to say that I am excited. I want to say ‘Thank you, God’ for this opportunity and thank you to you, Eddie, and Matchroom. Jose Zepeda says that I have never fought at this level. But he is forgetting that I was a kid at 22 years old with only ten professional fights and beating guys like Argenis Mendez, a guy who had already won a world title, and for every fight after that, I told anybody and everybody who they put me in the ring with that isn’t on a World championship level that it is a step down. “Jose Zepeda has fought a lot of professional fights but also, he doesn’t have that on his record. Also, he’s fought a lot of guys who don’t have the athleticism or the same skillset than what I bring to the table. They’re all one-dimensional guys. You know, guys like Ivan Baranchyk, who was one of his best wins, but that guy was nothing. He had no fundamental skills at all in the ring. When he gets in the ring with me this Saturday, it doesn’t matter how many fights he’s had or whether he’s been in with Jose Ramirez. “There’s a reason why I’m here after 16 fights. I’m a very smart fighter. He’ll figure that out when I open up on him. You will see that on Saturday night. Everything he says when he talks about levels, he’s fought people like Josue Vargas who he talked his way into the fight. I fought my way into this fight, and I have dominated everybody who has been put in front of me. He will be in a tough fight. I’m going to be around here for a long time. “I can’t say that I’m looking at this as a tough test, but it is a test because Jose Zepeda got here by being a great boxer. But guys like Baranchyk made mistakes against him, so he won. But he can’t do that with me because I don’t make mistakes.” JOSE ZEPEDA faces Richardson Hitchins over 10 rounds for the WBC Silver, WBO NABO and IBF North American titles “I’m always ready. I want to say thank you to you Eddie Hearn and to everyone at Matchroom. We added a new trainer in Manny Robles, my brother and Stitch. I want to thank all of them because it’s thanks to them that it has been one hell of a training camp. We always come ready. I’ve been there, done that and I’ve come through everything. I’ve had a little bit of bad luck for my challenger fights, but I believe that I’m in my prime. I know I’m 34 years old, but this is where I’m working the hardest at 34 and where I feel that I’m the best. “That’s the main reason why I am taking this fight [the prospect of future World title challenges]. But I know in Richardson Hitchins, that he’s a fast fighter and the best prospect out there at 140. I know for a fact that if I beat him, I’m going straight back to the top for a world title shot. So, that’s what I’m looking for and to fight once again for a world title. “In the fights I have seen of him, he is a talented fighter and a good prospect – but he hasn’t been at this level yet. That’s why in this fight we are going to see if he can work under pressure. There are levels. Trust me when I fought for a world title for the first time against [Jose Carlos] Ramirez, the first time I got hit to the body I knew that it was a different level. It’s different stuff. So, let’s see what it’s all about and see how he handles things on Saturday night. CONOR BENN returns the ring against Rodolfo Orozco over ten rounds at Super-Welterweight “There’s no pressure. I’m just going to go in there and do what I do, do what I love to do and what I was born to do. Saturday night has been a long time coming. I’ve had to jump through so many hurdles and this last year has been the hardest fight of my life. So, what can he do to me? I’m just going to go out there and do what I do. If I see an opening, I will take it. He’s got to know that if I see an opening, I will take it. I say that twice because when I say, I mean it. “He’s my World title fight. That’s how I treat every fighter. Irrespective of people saying this should be a warm-up or this should be a stepping-stone, I treat every fight like it’s for a world title. “I’ll be happy to get the rounds in, of course. I know it’s worth its weight in gold. But as I said before, if I see and opening, I will take it. I’m a sharp-shooter, I don't miss. I’m accurate with my shots. I carry the power; I carry the speed. Whatever he wants to do, I can assure you, there will be a response. I can assure you now, there will be a counter. He best think three steps in advance. “There’s a lot of everything that's going to come out on Saturday night: frustration, aggression, speed, power. It’s all going to come out. There’s no pressure. If anything, I’m just excited. It’s just pure excitement to get in there and do what I know to do. I am born to fight. This is what I do. It’s in my DNA. My DNA is strong, it’s proven. I was put on this planet to fight. On Saturday night he will soon find out because he said he doesn’t know my name – but after Saturday night he will know my name.” RODOLFO OROZCO faces Conor Benn over ten rounds at Super-Welterweight First and foremost, thank you very much to Matchroom. We’ve been waiting for this opportunity to fight here for a long, long time so, of course, we are going to put on a good show on Saturday night. I’ve been waiting and preparing for a fight like this for a long time. In previous months we’ve been waiting for a big fight like this, and they have fallen through. So, I am completely ready for this fight as I’ve been preparing all the time. We’re coming to win. Of course, it’s a huge opportunity for me. I am making my debut in this country, and we are coming to win. JESSICA McCASKILL and Sandy Ryan clash in a unification blockbuster at Welterweight “I’m ready and I am very excited that my team are here. You look at the tale of the tape and you’ve got a 30-year-old coming for an almost 40-year-old – but not yet! You can think about the age and the numbers, or you can think about your camp and what you’ve been working on or, as she mentioned, studying tapes and things like that. But when it all comes down to it, it’s about getting in the ring and what happens when you get inside that ring. “I am very excited about this fight. This is a legit, top-notch fight. She fought [Erica] Farias twice. In Farias and some of the people she has fought, I feel like they are the gatekeepers for belts and for certain divisions. That was a legit fight. So, that’s kind of where my mindset is as far as what I am headed to on Saturday night. “I think it's very awkward to watch my fights. I don’t have a traditional style or anything. I don't even watch a lot of my fights. I might watch each fight maybe once or twice to see it from different perspectives but that is it. I just have like root angles and things like that. I don’t know if people maybe they think of my footwork or more punches or to change the pressure or add the pressure. But we work on a bit of everything, so we’ll see what happens on Saturday. “Saturday will open more doors for other things. So, it is very important that it is a very clean win – not a split decision or anything like that – it needs to be decisive. Switching weight classes there are a lot of females who there but maybe in a different weight class. But in terms of opportunities and belts, I’m trying to get a couple of sets of all the belts. That’s the kind of things we talk about. But let’s get through Saturday first. That’s the focus.” SANDY RYAN locks horns with Jessica McCaskill in a five-belt unification battle at 147lbs “It’s a massive moment for me, making my American debut and I am excited for that. As I’ve said in all my interviews, I respect Jessica as a fighter. The way I’m bringing myself into this fight, both physically and mentally, you’re going to see how much respect I do have for her. But I’m just so confident now that I’m bringing all of these belts home. “Yes, it has been a fast track for me, and I wouldn't have changed it. It’s made me who I am right now. I’m professional on the job and I have learned the hard way. This is not the amateur game it’s the pro game and I know that. That’s why I live like a pro now. That’s why I believe that I’m bringing those belts back home because I love boxing and this camp has been great. “I’ve covered everything. I know Jess will come in at her best. People have been asking me about what fights of hers have I watched and if I’ve studied her last fight. I’ve not really watched her last fight. She obviously had a bad day, and I can’t go off that. I believe my ability is much better than hers. I’m not taking anything away from her and I believe I’m much better than her and that this is a new era.” Austin ‘Ammo’ Williams (14-0 10 KOs) press his claims for World title action at Middleweight as he tackles Steve Rolls (22-2 12 KOs). Orestes Velazquez (7-0 6 KOs) will defend his WBA International Super-Lightweight title to headline the Before the Bell action against Mohamed Soumaoro (13-1 6 KOs). Khalil Coe (6-0-1 4 KOs) continues to rise through the ranks at Light-Heavyweight, and ‘Big Steppa’ will be looking for his third KO win of 2023 against Kenmon Evans (10-1-1 3 KOs). Super-Welterweight Jeovanny Estella (12-0 3 KOs) and Super-Flyweight Jasmine Artega (10-0-1 5 KOs) tasting action over eight rounds while Bantamweight Roberto Rivera Gomez (3-0 2 KOs) kicks the whole night off over four rounds, with all three fighters to be matched imminently.

(Featured Photo: Ed Mulholland/Matchroom Boxing)

#HF #Richardson Hitchins #Jose Zepeda #Matchroom Boxing #DAZN

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#ocs #art #artists on tumblr #manny #the bermuda puzzle #MANUEL! RAMON! MENDEZ!#he needs a fucking hair cut

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anachronisticum · 3 years ago

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A Birthday of His Own [December 21, 2018]

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Manny draws his thumb across his juicy lips, as he chews thoughtfully on his food, popping his finger in his mouth as he finishes up, rubbing his hand across his stomach, enjoying the soft air of conversation taking place amongst the group, "What's next, ey?" He warmly and smoothly pitches over to his boyfriend, "What you in the mood for, huh? Lay it on us." He declares, leaning back in his seat as he moves his arm across Cassian's shoulders, "Want a birthday song? Sure we can rope the trabajadores in, no doubt."

Cassian takes a sip of his drink, a feeling of happiness moving through him as he takes in the friends and family around him, leaning his head against Manny's shoulder as he looks up at him. "Thank you for this," he says gently, before looking over at Mina and Law as well. "Thank you all so much. You know you didn't have to do all this. It's just...special to me you all even remembered," he affirms warmly.

A soft smile warmly spreads onto Manny's lips, as he moves to plant a gentle kiss onto the top of Cassian's head.

Mina intently takes in the affectionate display between Herbie and her cousin, a slew of questions moving through her at the sight, "Of course we remembered, you mean a lot to each and every one of us. This is a good day for us all, that you exist." Mina affirms back, before Manny's suggestion flashes back into her mind, "Can you sing...well?" Mina softly questions of Lawry, as she turns her attention to the side to face him as Manny draws Cassian into a kiss.

Lawry takes in Mina's question as he sips his drink. "Well enough," he affirms back to Mina, before casting a glance back to Manny, waiting for the cue to begin singing the birthday song.

Mina spares a glance back to Lawry upon taking in his answer, unsure if it was true, but figuring she would find out soon enough, as she uses the moment Manny created to have the waiter bring out the lit cake they had made for Cassian, as she begins to sing the song for him, along with the boys, "Make a wish." She insists to her cousin, watching as he blows the candles out. "Now, another one, aloud this time." She continues, curious about what this wish would consist of.

A warm smile moves onto Cassian's lips as he feels the gentle kiss, relaxing into the moment, before he sees the cake before him, his eyes widening as the moment unfolds, a swirl of warmth moving through him that he tries to allow to happen without the voice intruding telling him he didn't deserve it, before blowing out the candles as he considers the wish, until he's prompted by Mina to say another wish. "To...more days of warmth and love, surrounded by the people we care about, like this one, for all of us," Cassian affirms, looking at the people who were with him, who had made this day possible for him, the warmth moving through him once again.

- COMPLETE -

#( * rps. )#( * rps: mina nuñez. )#( * rps: lawry janša. )#( * rps: manny mendez. )#( * completed rps. )

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mrgrandmajeans · 4 years ago

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TB: u & me. [XXXX]

- Circa Junior Year of HS -

Omari drives down the lowlit highway as the city lights dance around them as they pass, holding one hand out the window as the other remains on the wheel, feeling the airy night breeze coming off of the ocean that was the only air he could get in his damn old piece of junk, but he loved her Anyway, relaxing into the smooth jams playing through the speakers and the chill vibe of the night, catching sight of the exit he needed for the little Thing he wanted to do, to show his boyfriend, putting his blinker on as he moves into the right lane, hearing the song he picked taper off. Switching hands on the steering wheel as he moves to offer Manny the aux, an easy smile forms onto his lips. "What's the Vibe for the big reveal?" He asks, a bit of playfulness moving into his tone, curious what he might pick to be the soundtrack when they rolled up on his little idea, especially since they were close enough it would be the last song to get them there.

Manny feels the breeeeze as he scratches his cheek, relaxing in his seat as he listenssssss, deeply taking in the song, what it had to Say, his eyes closed as he hears Omari, the edges of his full lips gravitating upwards as he thinks for a few beats, opening them as he plugs it into his phone, moving to a recent mix of Peaches and Cream and Dance With Me by 112, curious how Mar would take it in, a bit of a chuckle emanating through him at the intermixing of vibes, the overlay of Ginuwine's beat tying into the mood, clapping on beat as he relaxes back into his seat closing his eyes as he hears the command to do so if it applied...a slow spread appearing across the edges of his lips as he easily moves along with the beat.

#( * rps. )#( * rps: manny mendez. )#( * tbs. )#( * in progress rps. )

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prakeiktas · 4 years ago

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Azure [March 1, 2020]

IN PROGRESS

Mina moves inside the lounge alongside the group, taking in all the new scenery, the unfamiliar faces, or the bits she was able to see within the candlelit establishment finding their array of seats, setting her purse down as she takes hers...ordering her drink as the soft s..tring? sounds, waft through the calm atmosphere, an interesting realization given how many souls she could Feel within, "This is...New." Mina acknowledges to the table, hearing the announcement through the air, even as she wasn't quite certain where it had originated from given the general dimness...until a soft light bathes a woman on stage, finding herself...drawn into her as she watches her face crinkle into a soft smile, as she moves her arm and long hair to the side...

Myki moves with his friends into the establishment, closing his eyes as he feels the spiritual vibrations move through the open air, the pale light dancing along with the light echos of the candles on the tables, bathing light upon the souls within. "Un descubrimiento espiritual que deseaba compartir," Myki remarks, a tiny flit of a smile crossing his lips as he looks up at Mina, before turning his attention to the stage as he sees the familiar soul...

Azriel feels the warmth of the lights touching her skin, her chest gently rising and falling as she hears the beginning of the chords pluck into the air, closing her eyes for a few beats as her palm glides smoothly along her arm, brushing against her band...drawing back into the flush of the memories, the vibrant divination of the culmination of experiences that had inspired her so...her fingers lightly brushing down the microphone as she breathily speaks, "I am your candle, make a wish, I'm your star..." She breathily sings forth, ...her eyes fluttering open as she looks out to the sea of lights, fireflies, she muses, her lips twitching upwards a bit as the gentle strength of her voice carries through the air, immersing herself in it as she shares her story, her heart, her soul with the universe, the beings interconnected, tethered, within and to it, leading them through the journey until it eventually evolve into the surreal aftershock of emotions...her lips gently pressing together as she hears the final few notes play until it falls way to the silence, leaning back into the microphone. "Thank you..." She finishes off, her dark lips twirling upwards at the soft applause, moving off of the stage as she sees the next soulbearer arrive, hearing the dulcet tones washing over as she makes her way to the bar, giving Djimon a warm greeting as she orders herself a drink.

Azriel feels the warmth of the lights touching her skin, her chest gently rising and falling as she hears the beginning of the chords pluck into the air, closing her eyes for a few beats as her palm glides smoothly along her arm, brushing against her band...drawing back into the flush of the memories, the vibrant divination of the culmination of experiences that had inspired her so...her fingers lightly brushing down the microphone as she breathily speaks, "I am your candle, make a wish, I'm your star..." She breathily sings forth, ...her eyes fluttering open as she looks out to the sea of lights, fireflies, she muses, her lips twitching upwards a bit as the gentle strength of her voice carries through the air, immersing herself in it as she shares her story, her heart, her soul with the universe, the beings interconnected, tethered, within and to it, leading them through the journey until it eventually evolve into the surreal aftershock of emotions...her lips gently pressing together as she hears the final few notes play until it falls way to the silence, leaning back into the microphone. "Thank you..." She finishes off, her dark lips twirling upwards at the soft applause, moving off of the stage as she sees the next soulbearer arrive, hearing the dulcet tones washing over once again as the band takes back the night, stepping down the few steps and making her way to the bar, giving Djimon a warm greeting as she orders herself a drink.

Mina's gaze flickers over to Myki as she hears his response taking in the context of the experience as she intently tunes into the song, softly swallowing as she hears the nature of her words, that almost sounded as a lullaby, soothing her even as they awaken her mind...softly blinking as she moves back as the velvet of her seat, finding herself grateful for the drinks arriving giving her something to Do...

Manny turns his attention to the young woman taking center stage, relaxing back into his seat as his arm moves across the back of it, a soft smile flickering across his lips as he closes his eyes, letting her angelic voice wash over him, his head gently moving to the rhythms until he hears the song eventually end, joining in with the appreciation clear among the room, hearing a new set of instrumentals kick in, digging the whole vibe of this place. "Buen descubrimiento." He easily says to Myki, tilting his glass to him as he takes a deep drink, giving a soft smile over towards Cass.

Jac closes her eyes as she allows the sound to drift over her, relaxing into the melodies, the words, before opening her eyes. "Muy bueno," Jac agrees, an easy smile crossing her lips as she moves to take a sip of her own drink, before turning her attention towards Mina. "Qué pensaste?" (What did you think?)

Myki takes a sip from his drink as he hears Jac's question, before looking back over towards the familiar soul, and towards his friends once again..."¿Quieres conocerla?" He inquires of them.

#( * rps. )#( * rps: manny mendez. )#( * rps: mina nuñez. )#( * rps: jac agüero. )#( * rps: azriel khansah. )#( * in progress rps. )

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theblakecake · 4 years ago

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Is This...Aug? [April 22, 2019]

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Blake leans back against the wall of the tattoo shop, sucking on a lollipop as she thinks through what she still had left of her end of year Engineering senior project to do, making a mental note to text some of her fellow interns in the lab for feedback, before she sees her, the starchild herself that Porter raves so much about in the lab. “Well, hey, it’s an honor. Blake, bye the way,” she offers, giving Starchild a quick wink, before opening up the door inside. “Can’t go wrong with getting pierced by the best in the biz,” she offers, giving the new girl at the desk a quick wave before leading Starchild to Autumn’s room, where she was waiting. “Sooo...what were you feeling today?”

"Mari." She moves to offer back in return, raising her shades onto the top of her head as she takes in the girl, giving her own flash of a wink as she slides inside, taking in the choice Blake made, a snort rumbling from within her, as she takes a seat, digging into her purse to retrieve two sour now and laters, plopping them into her mouth. "Me? Pretty sure you wanted to get something, you tell me..."

"Where's the fun in that?" Blake playfully returns, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm down for anything, so...what do you think would suit me?" Blake asks, flashing Mari a grin as she playfully does a few poses, showing off the different angles of her face.

Mari sucks on the sqaures, a curl moving onto her glossed lips as she squints her eyes a bit, contemplating it for a few moments. "Labret, all day, baby." She decides, thinking the singular piercing within her lip would be a fun pop, plus she had the perfect lips for it, a win win really.

"Bomb, I love it," Blake replies, her eyes lighting up at the idea, before giving Aut a quick wink. "You heard the lady," she playfully informs her best friend, before turning to Mari. "So now, you gotta tell me, what's Dealer's Choice here?" She inquires, wondering what Mari might get, before she gets a text from Noor, an amusement swirling in her eyes as she sees that she was back in town and her wifey was throwing what was sure to be one hell of a party. "Want to come out with us tonight? Promise there will be free drinks?" Blake offers to Mari, moving to grab Aut's chin and squish their faces together, trying to don her most angelic look.

A flit of a smirk moves onto Mari's glossed lips as she takes in Blake's agreement, considering what she would get herself as she fiddles with her earring, a half smile beginning to form as she takes in the offer, considering it for a few beats. "Can't say no to that."

A grin flits into Blake’s lips as she hears Mari’s answer, before watching Mari fiddle with her earring, taking her in as she thinks through what piercing she’d get if she were Mari. “Taking suggestions?” She ventures with a smile as she twirls one of her curls around her finger.

"Gimmie your best shot." Mari replies back, pausing her motions to take in the suggestion.

“A Monroe, hands down, you’d out Monroe Marilyn herself with it,” Blake replies with a wink, curious what Mari would think of the option.

A light giggle moves from Mari as she takes in the idea, originally having thought about getting another ear piercing, "Mmmmm. Think I'll go with a cupids bow, split it down the middle." She winks back, as she catches sight of the girl prepping Blake for the piercing, moving back outside of the room to pick the perfect jewelry for such a thing, catching Manny along the way, bumping him with her hip as a warm laugh rolls from her lips, snagging him in between clients to do her piercing, easily falling into conversation, as she gives her ring a slight spin steeling herself for the moment, a grin forming onto her lips as she takes it in. Meeting Blake once again as she pays out, taking in her new piercing, "I have excellent tasssste." She declares grandly, kissing her teeth and fingers, taking hold of her card from Manny, sliding it back into her wallet, her attention flitting back to Blake, "Ready?"

“Love it,” Blake affirms, a grin moving across her lips, before she notices that Mari appears to know the man she suspected may have been Aut’s boo, even though her best friend always kept a tight lip on her love life, moving to choose her own jewelry as she moves to give Manny, she thinks his name was? a quick shake of her head as Mari moves to pay for it, handing him her own card, before nodding her head, waiting for Autumn to come off of her shift and close up, before looking at Manny. “Wanna come out for a bit too? Drinks and chill?” Blake asks, knowing the party with Noor wouldn’t likely be his scene from what she knew of him, but wanting to let him join in for a bit, too, if they were closing up for the night, knowing a chill place she felt they’d all enjoy.

Autumn looks at her work as she sees Mari and Blake take it in, a grin forming on her glossed lips. “You Totally do,” she affirms, before looking at Manny, giving him a joking puppy dog expression as she hears Blake make her request.

A breath of amusement passes through Manny's nostrils as he takes in the trio of puppy dog eyes started from Autumn's initial domino effect, scratching his chin, "Still got one last client. After, ey?" He offers back, figuring Autumn or Mari gonna drop the pin afterward if they were still down.

A smile flits on Autumn’s lips as she takes in Manny’s answer, giving him a nod of her head before flashing him a peace sign. “After,” she affirms, figuring she’d get the location from Blake so they could all meet up and chill together.

Blake relaxes back in her seat at the low-key hidden gem of a rooftop hookah lounge she had found, releasing a plume Of sweet smoke into the air as she closes her eyes, feeling the warm spring nighttime air on her skin as she listens to the chill beats in the background, before she opens her eyes to see Manny before her. “Hey,” she greets, giving him a quick wink as she signals him over. “Hope it wasn’t too hard to find,” she offers, even as a bit of a smile teases on her lips. “Though found that a lot of the time, the best spots are,” she playfully observes, loving to find the most hidden gem hole in the wall places and bring her friends to them.

"Not too bad." Manny shrugs, moving out of his jacket, as he takes a seat beside Mari, relaxing back into it, taking a slow, deep, toke from the second hookah, settling into the atmosphere as it was.

“Sweet,” Blake affirms, taking another toke as she relaxed back into the music and the chill moment before the rest of the night ahead of them.

#( * rps. )#( * rps: mariella de luca. )#( * rps: manny mendez. )#( * rps: autumn møller. )#( * completed rps. )

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