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Between the Ropes: a Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley fanfic.

Chapter 39: Make you understand what the fuck is going on, pt. 3

December 31st, 2024 6:58 PM IAH Airport

Rhea smiled as Jeyce yelled “BONUS MOMMY!” while running toward her with his backpack bouncing on his back. Jaciyah followed closely behind, his bags swinging as he hurried to catch up. Rhea knelt down and lifted Jeyce into her arms, enveloping him in a big hug.

“Look at my shirt!” Jeyce exclaimed, beaming with pride as he pulled at the hem of his shirt to show it off. Rhea’s eyes lit up as she saw the vintage Monday Night Mami logo emblazoned across his chest.

“I love it!” she exclaimed, giving him an enthusiastic squeeze before setting him down.

Jey, leaning against the airport railing with a casual grin, ruffled Jeyce’s hair as he said, “We’re going to a party with Damian tonight. Are you guys ready for some fun?”

Jeyce’s eyes widened with excitement. “What are we going to do at the party?”

Jaciyah chimed in, his face lighting up. “Is Liv Morgan going to be there?”

Rhea laughed, raising an eyebrow playfully. “What do you want with my best friend?” she teased.

Jaciyah shrugged, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. “I just wanna meet her!”

“Uh-huh,” Jey said, crossing his arms with a knowing smile. “Just wanna meet her, huh?”

“She’s 30 years old, you know,” Rhea added, unable to hold back her amusement.

“I’m a few months shy of 18!” Jaciyah protested, rolling his eyes dramatically.

“Just a few?” Jey replied, smirking at his son. “You’ve got to remember to keep it appropriate, alright?”

Jaciyah sighed but nodded. “Fine, fine. I’ll just be cool.”

“Just be yourself,” Rhea advised, glancing at Jey with a wink. “And if Liv’s there, maybe she’ll be cool about taking a picture with you.”

Jeyce tugged at Rhea’s sleeve, interrupting their playful banter. “Can we play games too? I wanna do the dance party thing!”

Rhea chuckled. “Absolutely! I’m sure there will be plenty of games. Let’s just make sure we don’t keep everyone waiting.”

As they made their way to the car, Jey looked down at Jeyce and said, “You ready to show everyone your moves tonight?”

Jeyce nodded enthusiastically, and Rhea felt her heart swell with happiness. New Year’s Eve was always special, but this year, it felt particularly vibrant with her family by her side. The laughter and excitement were a reminder of the love they shared, and Rhea couldn’t wait to ring in the new year together.

—

Flashback - Survivor Series: WarGames (November 25, 2023)

Survivor Series: WarGames was in full effect. The air was thick with excitement as fans filled the arena, eagerly anticipating the chaos that was about to unfold. Backstage, Jey Uso and Cody Rhodes were busy warming up by Cody’s bus, their bodies stretching and their minds focused on the strategy for their upcoming match.

As they exchanged thoughts about how to execute their plan once Randy showed up, a sudden rise in voices caught their attention. Curious, they paused their conversation and leaned closer to the bus to listen. The scene unfolding before them was both familiar and unsettling.

There stood Rhea Ripley, dressed in her striking ring gear, her demeanor fierce and confident. However, the tension in the air was palpable as her fiancé, Matthew Addams, confronted her about her choice of attire. Matthew held a pair of black chaps in his hand, his face a mix of frustration and authority as he pointed out the white gear Rhea intended to wear.

“You don’t like it when I dress like a man, you don’t like it when I dress like a woman,” Rhea shot back, her voice edged with irritation. “You don’t like any fucking thing I want to wear.”

“Just wear these,” Matthew insisted, shoving the chaps into her hands. His tone shifted from annoyed to domineering as he added, “You always feel the need to show your fucking ass with that pretzel pin.”

Rhea’s expression hardened. “I’m with you, man! We’re supposed to be married in a few months, and I love you, but this protectiveness has got to stop!”

Cody and Jey exchanged worried glances, their concern growing with each heated word. “I think that’s possessiveness,” Cody whispered to Jey, his voice low but laced with disquiet.

Jey nodded silently, his gut tightening as he witnessed Rhea, usually so assertive, appear cornered by Matthew’s overbearing demeanor. “If she was my wife, I would let her wear whatever the fuck she wants to wear,” Jey muttered under his breath.

Cody agreed, his brow furrowed in concern. As the argument escalated, Rhea took the chaps and defiantly walked away from Matthew, her posture radiating determination. “It’s for our relationship!” Matt yelled after her, but Rhea continued walking, refusing to engage any further.

Jey and Cody exchanged glances, realizing they needed to make themselves scarce as Matthew’s anger flared. They quickly ducked into the bus, hearts racing as they heard Matthew’s voice grow more agitated.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Matthew called out, turning toward the bus just as Jey and Cody hid underneath the table. They held their breaths, straining to listen to the unfolding confrontation.

“Rhea!” Matthew shouted, frustration evident in his voice. “You can’t just walk away like this! You need to listen to me!”

The tension in the air was thick as Jey and Cody remained hidden, exchanging worried glances. They could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on them, a mix of concern for Rhea and uncertainty about the nature of Matthew’s protectiveness.

Cody whispered, “What do you think we should do?”

Jey shook his head, still focused on the scene outside. “We wait. She needs to handle this herself. But we’re not letting this go unnoticed.”

As they sat in the dimly lit space beneath the table, the muffled sounds of the argument echoed around them. Rhea’s voice broke through the tension, steady and clear. “I can take care of myself, Matt. I don’t need you to fight my battles for me.”

The resolve in her words provided a moment of relief for Jey and Cody, but they remained acutely aware of the complexities unfolding before them. As the argument continued, it became clear that the dynamics of Rhea and Matthew’s relationship were far more complicated than they had initially realized.

Jey felt a surge of protectiveness for Rhea, knowing that this moment would leave a lasting impression on all of them. He silently vowed to keep an eye on her, determined to ensure that the woman he admired would always have the space to be herself, free from the shadows of control.

Matthew leaned in closer, his tone taking on a softer edge, almost pleading. “Look, Rhea, I get it. You want to express yourself, and that’s cool. But you need to understand that there are people out there who won’t see you for who you really are. They’ll just see you as a pretty face and nothing more. I don’t want that for you.”

Rhea’s heart sank at his words, confusion swirling in her mind. “But I’m not just a pretty face, Matt. I’m a wrestler, and I’m good at what I do. I want to be respected for my talent, not just my looks.”

“I know you’re talented,” he replied, reaching out to cup her face with his hand, a gesture that should have been comforting but felt heavy instead. “But I’m your fiancé. It’s my job to protect you, to make sure that no one takes advantage of your talent or your looks. When you wear those revealing outfits, it puts a target on your back.”

Rhea felt a twinge of guilt, as if she was somehow responsible for how others perceived her. “So, you think I should change who I am to make you feel better?” she asked, her voice shaky. “That’s not fair.”

Matthew sighed, frustration creeping back into his voice. “It’s not about changing who you are; it’s about being smart. You have to think about the consequences of your choices. I’m just looking out for you, Rhea. That’s what love is about.”

“Love shouldn’t feel like a prison,” Rhea shot back, her heart pounding as she took a step back. But as she met his gaze, doubt seeped back in. Maybe he was right. Maybe he was just trying to protect her.

“Just wear the chaps,” he insisted, pushing them into her hands once more. “You’ll see. I’ll feel better knowing you’re covered up a bit. It’s not too much to ask, is it?”

Rhea looked down at the black chaps, feeling the weight of his gaze on her. “Fine,” she relented, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll put them on.”

With a heavy heart, Rhea turned away to change, feeling the walls closing in on her. The moment felt like a surrender, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was losing part of herself. Meanwhile, Jey and Cody, who had been hiding under the table, exchanged worried glances as they listened to the exchange.

Once they were sure Matthew and Rhea were out of earshot, Cody nudged Jey. “This isn’t good. She fucking believed his bullshit.”

Jey nodded, a fire igniting within him. “We can’t let this go on. We need to talk to her. She needs to hear it from her friends, not just us.”

“Exactly,” Cody agreed, determination lining his voice. “I’ll talk to Damian and Finn. They need to know what’s going on, and maybe they can help get through to her.”

“Good idea,” Jey replied, his eyes narrowing in focus. “She deserves to know that she can wear whatever the hell she wants without being told what to do. She needs to feel empowered again.”

Just then, they heard Rhea’s voice coming from the other side of the bus. “Alright, I’m ready!”

Jey and Cody quickly ducked back behind the table, waiting to see how things unfolded. They watched as Rhea stepped back out, the chaps hugging her legs, a forced smile plastered on her face.

Matthew’s eyes lit up with a smug satisfaction as he took her in, his expression almost possessive. “See? Doesn’t that look better?” he said, his tone dripping with condescension. “Now you’re ready to show everyone what you’ve got, but still keep them at bay.”

Rhea shifted uncomfortably, the compliment feeling like a double-edged sword. “Yeah, I guess so,” she said, her voice lacking conviction.

Jey clenched his fists, barely containing his frustration. “We have to intervene,” he whispered to Cody. “This isn’t right.”

Cody nodded, resolute. “Let’s go find Damian and Finn. We need backup to make her see what’s really going on.”

As they prepared to leave their hiding spot, Jey couldn’t shake the feeling that they were running out of time to help Rhea before the darkness of Matthew’s manipulation completely consumed her. She was stronger than this, but she needed to remember that strength before it was too late. Cody peeked his head to make sure Rhea and Matt had walked away and he gestured to Cody an ‘all clear signal.’

—

Jey and Cody moved through the bustling catering area, weaving past tables stacked with plates of food and wrestlers grabbing last-minute bites. Amidst the crowd, they spotted Finn, sitting at a table, happily munching on a bowl of fruit. His cheerful demeanor was a brief respite in the tense atmosphere, and Jey hoped he might have some insight on how to help Rhea.

“Hey, mates!” Finn greeted them with his usual infectious grin, waving them over.

“Finn,” Jey said, looking around to make sure they were out of earshot. “Have you seen Damian?”

Finn nodded, popping a grape into his mouth. “I think he’s talking with Drew in his locker room. Why? What’s going on?”

Cody gave a slight nod to Jey, signaling they needed to get serious. “Finn, can we talk to you about something… important?”

Finn’s expression shifted, his eyes sharpening as he looked between them. “What’s up? Is it about the match tonight?”

Jey shook his head, lowering his voice. “Not exactly. It’s about Rhea and Matt. Have you noticed… anything off with them?”

Finn frowned, setting his bowl of fruit aside. “What do you mean ‘off’?”

Cody took a breath, knowing he had to be clear. “Earlier, Jey and I overheard them arguing near my bus. It wasn’t just a little disagreement. Matt was… intense. He was pushing her to wear something she didn’t want to, and she was trying to tell him to back off, but he just wouldn’t let up.”

Jey added, “It wasn’t like they were just bickering. It was… controlling. Almost like he didn’t want her to have a say in what she wore. She seemed torn, trying to stand up for herself but also wanting to keep the peace.”

Finn’s expression grew darker, and he looked around, clearly uncomfortable having this conversation in such a public place. He glanced at the surrounding tables, seeing wrestlers within earshot, and then looked back at Cody and Jey. “Maybe we should talk somewhere private. Let’s head to Cody’s bus.”

“Absolutely,” Cody agreed, grateful for the suggestion. Finn grabbed a few extra pieces of fruit before following them out of catering and across the arena lot to Cody’s bus. Once inside, Cody closed the door behind them, and the three men settled into seats, the atmosphere tense and solemn.

Finn leaned forward, looking at them both seriously. “You’re not the only ones worried about Rhea. I’ve been keeping an eye on things for a while, but she doesn’t seem to see it the way we do. She thinks it’s just Matt being protective, but it’s way beyond that.”

Jey exchanged a concerned glance with Cody. “What happened at the photo shoot, Finn?”

Finn sighed, rubbing his forehead as if trying to find the right words. “During her promo shoot with Dom, Matt was there, lurking around like a shadow. He was watching her every move with Dom like he couldn’t stand their chemistry. It’s like he sees her as his property, not as a partner.”

“And that wasn’t the only time,” Finn continued. “We were all at a bar afterward, just unwinding, and Rhea was laughing, having a good time. But Matt couldn’t handle it. I caught him glaring every time she interacted with someone, especially when she was around us. He acts like she belongs to him alone, and it’s… uncomfortable.”

Cody leaned back, running a hand over his face. “How long has this been going on, Finn?”

“Long enough,” Finn muttered, frustration clear in his voice. “We’ve tried to talk to her. Damian and I have sat her down at least four times now, trying to get through to her. Each time, she just brushes it off as him being ‘protective.’”

“Four times?” Jey asked, dumbfounded. “And she hasn’t listened?”

Finn nodded sadly. “She’s in deep, man. She’s in love with him, and he’s twisted that love into something possessive. Every time we bring it up, she defends him, saying we’re reading too much into it. But it’s not normal, and she doesn’t see it.”

Cody shook his head, anger simmering beneath his calm exterior. “This isn’t right. She deserves better than that. She’s one of us, part of the crew. We can’t just sit back and let him manipulate her like this.”

Jey glanced at Finn, thinking about his next words carefully. “Finn, what do you think we should do? We can’t force her to see it, but… maybe there’s something else we can try.”

Finn sighed, his eyes flickering with worry. “Look, Jey… the flirting you and Rhea do? The banter and the chemistry? It’s one of the things that sets him off. The third argument they had was because of you two. He saw you do your Welcome Back promo and when you said ‘We missed you.. we all missed you’. He just lost it. Me and Dom were practically uncomfortable as hell just listening to the way he was talking to her. It’s manipulative. He’s twisting her emotions until she thinks she’s the one in the wrong.”

Jey��s face softened with guilt as he nodded, absorbing Finn’s words. “If I knew that was triggering him, I would have dialed it back. I don’t want to make things worse for her.”

“It’s not your fault, Jey,” Finn said firmly. “But maybe if you and Rhea ease up on the flirting, it’ll help take some of the pressure off. I hate suggesting that, but right now, we need to protect her in whatever way we can.”

Cody clenched his fists, determination hardening his expression. “So, we lay low, but we keep a close eye on her. And if things get worse, we intervene again. Damian, you, me, and Jey. We can’t let him keep getting away with this.”

Finn nodded, grateful to have his friends on board. “Agreed. I’ll talk to Damian and fill him in. We can’t save her from everything, but we can be there for her. Maybe, if she hears it enough, she’ll start to see the truth.”

The three men sat in silence for a moment, a shared resolve forming between them. This wasn’t just about wrestling anymore—it was about loyalty, friendship, and protecting one of their own. And as they looked at each other, they knew they were in this together, for better or worse.

Flashback: January 15, 2024

Jey stretched out his legs, loosening his muscles as he mentally prepared to step into his “Main Event” character for an upcoming promo. He hummed a tune to himself, letting the rhythm and energy flow through him, helping him channel the right attitude. But his focus wavered when he heard a muffled voice—no, not just a voice, yelling—coming from down the hallway.

Curious, Jey followed the sound, weaving past equipment and turning down a quieter hallway. As he got closer, the voice grew louder, more distinct, and unmistakably familiar. It was Rhea’s voice, filled with frustration and tension, coming from an empty locker room.

He hesitated, unsure if he should intrude. But he couldn’t help himself; he moved just enough so he could see her through the slightly open door, sitting on the bench, her back to him. She was gripping her phone, her shoulders tense, oblivious to Jey’s silent presence nearby. Her voice wavered with a mix of anger and sadness as she spoke to the person on the other end.

“Why are you still questioning my clothing choices?” she demanded, her tone exasperated. “I told you, it’s part of the character. It’s who I am. It’s my job, and you know that. I’m so fucking tired of having this conversation, Matt.”

Jey rolled his eyes. Of course, it was Matt again, he thought, annoyance bubbling up. This wasn’t the first time he’d overheard Rhea defending her choices to Matt, and each time it seemed to take more of a toll on her. He knew all too well what it looked like when someone’s spirit was slowly chipped away by criticism masked as concern.

As he kept watching, he heard a faint set of footsteps behind him. Jey turned slightly and saw Finn approaching, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. Jey gestured for Finn to come closer, silently pointing toward the door. Finn’s gaze softened with concern as he listened, hearing the heated exchange between Rhea and Matt on the other end of the line.

After a moment, Finn tugged on Jey’s sleeve, signaling that they should step away and give her some space. They moved down the hall, just far enough to speak without her hearing them.

“I’ll talk to her privately,” Finn assured Jey, his tone low but resolute. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll check in on her.”

Jey nodded, trusting Finn to handle the situation with the care it needed. Rhea and Finn shared a bond that ran deep, a friendship built on years of shared struggles and victories. If anyone could get through to her, it was Finn.

As Jey turned to leave, he paused, catching a glimpse of Finn quietly reentering the locker room, his expression full of empathy and determination. Just as the door was about to close, he heard Finn’s voice, gentle and steady. “Rhea…”

Jey continued down the hallway, but his mind lingered on Rhea. He couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something unresolved between them. Despite all the backstage moments, all the playful banter and shared laughs, he’d never actually sat down and had a real, deep conversation with her. He knew her as a friend, as a colleague, but he didn’t know the full story—what she hid beneath her confident exterior, or the struggles she dealt with behind the scenes.

Maybe it was time for that to change, he just needed to find a time and place.. however what he didn’t know? That time and place would be Anaheim, California… February 19th, 2024.

—

Present Time 8:22 PM

The sun had already begun to set as Rhea and Jey pulled up to Damian’s Airbnb in Katy, after the horrible traffic. The suburban lights flickering against the evening sky. It was New Year’s Eve, and the house was alive with music and chatter, emanating a welcoming vibe. Rhea could already feel the tension she’d been carrying all day start to ease. This was going to be a night of fun and family, a break from everything that had weighed on her.

As Jey parked the car, he turned to his two sons, Jaciyah and Jeyce, both of whom were buzzing with excitement in the backseat. “Alright, boys,” Jey said, his voice taking on that parental tone, “remember, if y’all get tired or need anything, go find Damian, alright? He’ll show you where you’re sleeping.”

Jeyce and Jaciyah, already eager, barely listened, nodding quickly while their eyes sparkled with anticipation. They’d heard about the game room Rhea had excitedly mentioned on the drive over, a room outfitted with a PS5, an air hockey table, foosball, and even Dance Dance Revolution, courtesy of Austin Creed. The boys could hardly contain themselves.

Before Jey could say anything more, Damian swung open the front door, grinning as he took in the whole group. “Hey, hey!” he called out, laughter lacing his voice. But Jaciyah and Jeyce were already off, racing past him like rockets. Damian chuckled, stepping aside to let them through. His gaze landed on Rhea, and his expression softened.

“Hey, Rhea,” Damian greeted, opening his arms. She stepped in, letting him pull her into a warm hug. “How you doin’?”

Rhea sighed, letting herself relax against him for a moment. “Better once I eat,” she replied with a smirk. “I’m starving.”

Damian laughed, releasing her and gesturing her toward the inside of the house. “Well, you’re in luck. The girls went all out and set up a feast in the kitchen. You’ll find everything you need in there.”

Without a second thought, Rhea hurried off, her mind solely focused on satisfying her hunger. She gave a quick, playful wave to Jey before disappearing down the hallway toward the kitchen. Damian closed the door, turning back to Jey with an arm slung around his shoulders.

“Let’s get you a drink, Uce,” Damian said, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Jey grinned, feeling the relaxed, welcoming energy around him. “Man, I won’t say no to that.”

They made their way into the living room, where laughter and conversation filled the space. Friends and family filled the rooms, each person bringing their own warmth to the gathering. Damian led Jey to a bar set up in the corner, a selection of top-shelf liquor lined up, along with mixers and garnishes that seemed more than ready for a night of celebrating.

“What’s your poison?” Damian asked, reaching for a glass. He raised an eyebrow at Jey, who was glancing at the options with an amused smirk.

“Surprise me, D,” Jey replied, settling onto one of the stools. Damian nodded, starting to mix a drink as they fell into an easy conversation.

Across the house, Rhea found herself in the kitchen, her eyes lighting up at the spread. Plates of food lined the counter—everything from mini sliders and chicken wings to gourmet charcuterie boards to mountains of cakes and brownies. The girls had truly outdone themselves. Rhea wasted no time, grabbing a plate and loading it up with an assortment of bites, her stomach rumbling in appreciation.

As she piled her plate, she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around, she saw Liv, grinning widely.

“Girl, I knew you’d head straight to the food!” Liv teased, pulling Rhea into a quick hug.

“Look, I can’t help it!” Rhea laughed, gesturing to the plate. “I’ve been craving something like this all day.”

They shared a quick laugh, Rhea’s heart feeling lighter in the warmth of familiar faces and friendly banter. This was the kind of night she’d been looking forward to—a night where she could just be Rhea, surrounded by people who knew her, who cared about her.

Rhea and Liv decided to get cozy on the couch, the noise of the New Year’s Eve party bustling around them, but in their little bubble, it was just the two of them, lost in laughter and secrets.

Liv’s jaw dropped, still not over the news. “I still can’t believe it—you’re actually pregnant!” Her eyes sparkled with excitement for her friend.

Rhea chuckled, resting a hand on her belly. “Yeah, I am! I will send you a picture once I get the sonogram.”

Liv nudged her playfully. “What are you hoping for?”

Rhea’s face softened, her eyes hopeful. “A boy. I mean, I’ll be thrilled either way, but… yeah, I’d love a little guy.”

Liv smiled warmly. “You’re gonna be an amazing mom, Rhea. I’m so happy for you.”

Rhea gave her a grateful look. “I never got a chance to thank you, you know, for standing up for me with Kelani. I know it wasn’t easy.”

Liv waved her hand dismissively, grinning. “Worth every penny of that fine! Besides, someone had to put her in her place.”

They both laughed, the tension from past conflicts dissolving into shared humor. Rhea took a sip from her cup, then leaned in, her expression mischievous. “So… did you ever ask Dom out?”

Liv’s cheeks turned pink, and she let out a long, exaggerated “Girlllllll…”

She looked around quickly, scanning the room to make sure no one was eavesdropping, then leaned in close. “Okay, so… Dom is, well…” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “Well endowed.”

Rhea burst out laughing, trying to muffle her giggles. “Oh my god! Liv!” Her laughter was infectious, and Liv joined in, both of them grinning like teenagers with a juicy secret.

Liv shrugged, pretending to be innocent. “Hey, just putting it out there! Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about!”

Rhea smirked, her cheeks flushed as she admitted, “Well… Jey is too.”

The two friends erupted into more laughter, playfully nudging each other. Liv leaned back, shaking her head. “So, how are you handling all the pregnancy hormones?”

Rhea groaned, rolling her eyes. “Girl, I’m all over the place. The other day, Jey and I were shopping for our New Year’s outfits, and… let’s just say I pulled him into the dressing room for a quickie.”

Liv gasped, smacking Rhea’s arm. “Rhea! You sly dog!”

Rhea laughed, raising her hands in mock innocence. “Hey, don’t judge! Look at you! How long have you and Dom been dating? A week or so? And you already know he’s packing in that department.”

Liv’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, but she grinned, biting her lip. “Okay, fine, guilty as charged. We were in the dressing room, just making out… and then things kind of escalated.” She leaned in, lowering her voice. “Let’s just say I did some… servicing, if you catch my drift.”

Rhea’s eyes widened in shock. “Liv! What if someone saw?!”

Liv laughed, waving it off. “Please, we had the door locked!”

Rhea raised an eyebrow. “Wait, so… y’all haven’t actually done it yet?”

Liv shook her head, a soft smile on her face. “Not yet. I want to wait a bit, you know? Just make sure it’s the right time.”

Rhea nodded, her face softening with understanding. “That’s smart. Dom’s lucky to have you, you know.”

Liv blushed, glancing down with a small smile. “Thanks, Rhea. And Jey… he’s got one hell of a catch too.”

They both exchanged a warm look, their friendship strengthened by shared secrets, laughter, and the excitement of new beginnings. As they leaned back into the couch, comfortable and content, they each silently toasted to love, laughter, and the promise of the year ahead.

— 9:58 PM

The energy in the room was electric as Jey, Jon, Finn, and Damian lined up for another round. Each of them held a shot over a beer, ready and determined to prove their drinking prowess. Carlito, acting as the self-appointed referee, had been keeping track of each round. Currently, they were tied 2-2, and the entire room had chosen sides, cheering passionately for their respective team.

Carlito raised his voice over the crowd, yelling, “Go!” In an instant, the guys dropped their shots into the beers and started chugging. The crowd erupted in cheers, encouraging each gulp. Within seconds, Jey and Jon slammed their empty glasses on the table, victorious. The crowd around them went wild, chanting their names, while Finn and Damian laughed, giving them props for the win.

As they celebrated, Dominik slipped through the crowd and called out, “Hey, guys! Need some help out here!” His grin was mischievous, and the glint in his eyes hinted that he had something up his sleeve.

Intrigued, Jey, Jon, Finn, Carlito and Damian followed Dominik out of the house, their curiosity piqued. The cool Texas night air hit them as they stepped outside, and the distant sound of music and laughter from inside the house created a perfect backdrop. JD stood by a car with a sly grin, motioning for them to come closer. With a bit of dramatic flair, he popped open the trunk.

As the trunk lid lifted, a colorful array of fireworks was revealed, stacked high and waiting to be set off. Damian’s eyes widened, and he let out an enthusiastic “Wepa!” His voice echoed into the night, and the excitement in his tone was contagious.

Jey laughed, shaking his head. “Bro, you went all out!”

JD chuckled, shrugging. “Only the best for New Year’s Eve. You know how we do!”

Jon clapped his hands together, looking like a kid in a candy store. “Alright, let’s get this party really started!” he said, grinning as he picked up a firework.

— 10:14 PM

Rhea called up the stairs, her voice carrying with excitement. “Jeyce! Jaciyah! Come down here!”

“Just a minute!” Jaciyah’s voice echoed back, but Rhea knew they were probably caught up in some game or distraction.

“We have fireworks!” she added, hoping to entice them down. Almost immediately, a wave of kids came rushing down the staircase, their laughter filling the air. Rhea stepped aside to let them pass, scanning the crowd for her stepsons.

“Liberty!” Brandi Runnels shouted, chasing after her 3-year-old daughter as she bolted away from her. Rhea quickly scooped Liberty into her arms, saving her from an imminent tumble.

“Gotcha!” Rhea said, chuckling as Liberty giggled in surprise.

“Thank you!” Brandi exclaimed, taking Liberty back into her embrace. “I appreciate that! She’s got a lot of energy; it’s hard to keep up!”

Rhea smiled. “No problem at all! I don’t think we’ve officially met, though. I’m Rhea.”

Brandi laughed, nodding. “I’m Brandi. I’m usually home with this little one, so I can’t exactly always tag along with Cody when he’s out.”

Rhea could relate, remembering her own moments juggling motherhood and her career. “It’s a balancing act for sure! But I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

Brandi’s eyes sparkled as she glanced around the lively scene. “This is such a great way to ring in the New Year. The kids are so excited about the fireworks!”

Rhea nodded enthusiastically. “They’ve been waiting all night! We should get them outside soon before they burst with excitement.”

Just then, Jeyce and Jaciyah finally appeared at the top of the stairs, their faces lit up with curiosity. “Did someone say fireworks?” Jeyce called, bounding down the last few steps with Jaciyah close behind.

Rhea grinned, motioning for them to hurry. “Absolutely! But we need everyone outside first, okay?”

The boys exchanged excited glances, then rushed to join the crowd as Rhea and Brandi followed. As the chaos of kids grew louder, Rhea couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth and belonging.

—

April 16th, 2024 11:38 AM

Rhea lay back in bed, feeling the emptiness around her. The room was eerily silent, the stillness a different feeling to the usual chaos that accompanied Matt’s presence. She hadn’t slept well, her mind racing all night, filled with lingering questions and the unresolved tension that seemed to shadow their relationship more each day. Matt wouldn’t be back until Friday, leaving her alone with her thoughts for the rest of the week.

With a deep sigh, she reached for her phone, hoping to distract herself with the mindless scrolling of social media. But as soon as she unlocked it, her heart clenched seeing the multiple texts from Jey.

Each message was a gentle plea, asking to talk, asking for clarity. “We need to figure this out, Rhea.” “I don’t want things to end like this.” “I just need to know what you’re feeling.” Every message seemed to dig into her, making her heart ache in ways she hadn’t expected.

She hesitated, her thumb hovering over the first message, re-reading it one last time. Part of her wanted to respond, to pour out her confusion, her doubts, her hurt. But a stronger, more stubborn part reminded her of the path she’d chosen—the commitment she’d made to Matt, even if it was starting to feel like a shaky foundation.

With a tight swallow, she began deleting each message, one by one, feeling a sense of guilt and sadness settle in her chest with each swipe. As the last message disappeared, she set her phone down beside her, turning away from it as if distancing herself from the temptation.

Her mind, however, refused to let go. A lingering question echoed within her—Did I choose the right person?

She closed her eyes, trying to shake off the thought, trying to ignore the gentle pull she felt toward Jey, the warmth he brought into her life that Matt seemed unable to understand. In her heart, she knew she couldn’t deny the connection she felt with him, but she also knew she’d made her choice.

—

April 19th, 2024 10:30 AM

Matt’s arrival home was supposed to bring a sense of comfort, a familiar routine she could settle into. But when he leaned in and kissed her, Rhea felt an unexpected jolt, her mind drifting to Jey almost involuntarily. The warmth, the spark—it was there, but it didn’t feel like it was with Matt. For a split second, she allowed herself to linger in that feeling, imagining what it would be like if it was Jey.

Realizing where her thoughts had gone, she quickly pulled back, snapping herself out of the trance. She forced a small smile and cleared her throat. “How was your flight?” she asked, hoping to steer her thoughts away from the comparison that haunted her.

Matt gave her a smirk, brushing his thumb along her jaw. “It was okay,” he replied, his voice lowering suggestively. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about getting my hands on you.”

His words were meant to be affectionate, seductive even, but instead, they felt almost hollow to her ears. There was something in his tone that didn’t quite reach her heart, a spark that didn’t quite ignite the way it used to. But she pushed the thought aside, forcing herself to stay in the moment. She’d chosen this path; she had to commit to it, didn’t she?

Rhea leaned back slightly, letting out a small laugh that felt more forced than she intended. “Well, I hope you’re not too exhausted from the trip,” she teased lightly, trying to bring herself back into the rhythm of their relationship.

Matt’s eyes darkened with a familiar intensity, pulling her closer. “Exhausted or not, you’re worth every second of my energy.” He pulled her close, his hands trailing down her sides, attempting to spark something between them.

Rhea smiled, but internally, she felt herself pulling away, her thoughts drifting back to Jey and the unresolved feelings she kept locked inside. Part of her hated herself for it, but a deeper part wondered—could she keep pretending forever? Matt led her to the bedroom and closed the door behind the two.

“God, I've missed you," he groaned, pulling her into his arms and crushing his lips to hers.

Rhea kissed him back, her hands automatically working at the buttons of his shirt. She needed to feel his skin against hers, needed to remind herself of the connection they shared.

But as she stripped him down and led him to the bed, her mind began to wander. She couldn't help but think of Jey. She imagined Jey's tongue on her clit, his fingers pumping in and out of her pussy. She imagined him fucking her from behind, his hard dick slamming into her over and over again. She imagined him taking her in the shower, the hot water cascading down their entwined bodies as they fucked each other senseless.

Matt seemed to sense her distraction, and he pulled back to look at her, his brow furrowed in concern. "Rhea, what's wrong?"

She shook her head, forcing a smile. "Nothing, I just missed you so much," she lied, pulling him back down for a kiss. Matt smiled against her lips as the two adjusted themselves in the bed.

Matt pulled away and he reached for a condom in the nightstand, he tore off the opening and pulled it out to adjust it on his dick, he then he climbed on top of her, settling between her legs. Rhea felt a pang of guilt as she looked up at him, his chiseled abs and thick cock on full display. This was Matt, the man she loved, the man she had been with. She shouldn't be thinking about anyone else.

But as Matt entered her, she couldn't help but imagine it was Jey's dick filling her up, Jey's body pressing down on hers. She closed her eyes and let out a moan, her mind focused on the illicit fantasy playing out in her head.

Matt's thrusts grew more urgent as he picked up on her arousal, and Rhea felt herself growing closer and closer to the edge. She imagined Jey's hands on her breasts, Jey's lips on her neck. She imagined him whispering dirty things in her ear, telling her what how she feels, telling her how he can’t get enough of her.

And then, with a final thrust, Rhea came hard, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. She cried out, her back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Matt collapsed on top of her, his own orgasm following close behind. Rhea lay there, her mind still reeling from the intensity of her climax. She had cheated on Matt, had betrayed him in the worst possible way. And yet, she couldn't bring herself to regret it. The thrill of her affair with Jey, the illicit nature of their encounters, had only served to heighten her desire for him.

As Matt pulled out of her and rolled onto his side, Rhea couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness. For now, she had to force herself to enjoy the feeling of his warm body next to hers, and try to ignore the gnawing guilt in the pit of her stomach.

June 26th, 2024

As the wedding day dawned, Rhea felt the weight of her decision pressing down on her harder than ever before. June 26th was supposed to be a day of joy, a milestone in her life that she’d dreamed of, but as she paced in her black wedding dress, her mind was consumed by a storm of conflicting emotions. Her hair and makeup were perfectly done, and from the outside, she looked every bit the beautiful bride. But on the inside, she felt like she was on the verge of crumbling.

She could barely bring herself to check her phone, even though it buzzed relentlessly with messages and missed calls from Jey. It had been like this for weeks—Jey’s attempts to reach her had become so constant that she’d changed his contact name to Julie, just to keep Matt from growing suspicious. But no matter what she did, Jey’s presence lingered in her mind, an ache that refused to go away.

Sinking down to the floor, Rhea buried her head in her hands, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. Why won’t he just leave my mind? she thought helplessly. Every day for the past two months, Jey had haunted her thoughts, filling her with doubt, longing, and regret. It was like he had woven himself into her very being, a part of her that she couldn’t ignore, no matter how much she tried.

Sitting there in silence, the realization finally crashed over her, cold and unforgiving—she had chosen the wrong person. Matt was a constant in her life, stable and familiar. But Jey… he was the one who made her heart race, who filled her with a warmth she hadn’t felt in a long time. He was the one who stayed in her mind, who made her question everything.

She swallowed hard, her chest tightening. Was she really about to walk down the aisle, knowing that her heart didn’t truly belong to the man waiting for her? Could she ignore the way she felt, bury those feelings, and go through with this?

The weight of her choice settled on her shoulders, nearly suffocating her.

As the knock on the door echoed through the room, Rhea’s heart skipped a beat. She quickly wiped at her face, trying to pull herself together before the door opened, revealing her parents. They entered with warm, loving expressions, but their faces shifted to concern as they took in her frazzled state.

Her mother stepped forward, gently placing a hand on Rhea’s shoulder. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” she asked softly, her voice filled with worry.

Rhea’s eyes filled with unshed tears as she looked between her mother and father. “You’re going to hate me,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Her father shook his head, stepping closer and taking her hand. “Demi, we could never hate you,” he reassured her firmly. “We love you, no matter what.”

Taking a shaky breath, Rhea blurted out the truth that had been tearing her apart. “I think… I think I may have fallen in love with the wrong person,” she admitted, the weight of her words pressing down on her. Her voice cracked, and her mother squeezed her shoulder reassuringly.

Her father’s brow furrowed as he tried to understand. “What do you mean, Demi?”

“I just… did I choose the wrong person?”

Her mother and father exchanged a long, thoughtful look, their faces filled with compassion. Finally, her mother spoke, her voice gentle yet firm. “Demi, sweetheart, you need to follow your heart. This is your life, and you deserve happiness. We know this decision isn’t easy, but we’ll be here for you no matter what.”

Her father nodded in agreement. “No one can make this choice for you, but we want you to know that we support you—whatever you decide.”

Their words, simple but filled with love, washed over her, offering a moment of clarity amidst the storm of emotions.

As Rhea’s parents took their seats, prepared for a wedding or a called off wedding, Rhea stood alone in the bridal suite, the weight of her decision pressing down on her like a heavy shroud. She stared down at the bouquet, the symbol of a future she was choosing, even as Jey lingered in her heart. She felt a pang of guilt and a swirl of emotions that threatened to pull her under, but she steeled herself, straightening her shoulders as if to armor herself from the conflicting thoughts swirling within.

Taking a deep breath, she walked to the vanity and dabbed at her face, wiping away any trace of tears. She applied a fresh layer of makeup, the ritual grounding her, making her feel somewhat in control. She reached for the eyedrops, blinking a few times until the redness disappeared, and glanced at herself in the mirror. She looked perfect, poised, every inch the bride. But inside, she was anything but sure.

Finally, she picked up her bouquet, the delicate flowers a walk in the park compared to the turmoil in her heart. She took another deep breath, forcing herself to focus on the steps ahead, one foot in front of the other. This was the path she’d chosen, and she was determined to walk down it.

As she approached the door, she paused for a moment, clutching the bouquet tighter. The image of Jey’s smile flashed in her mind, a warmth and ease she’d never quite felt with anyone else. But she pushed the thought away, closing her eyes briefly to collect herself.

The soft murmur of voices reached her ears as she took her place at the beginning of the aisle, waiting for the music to cue her entrance. She could hear the guests shifting, everyone eager to witness the ceremony. Somewhere out there, Matt was waiting for her, and she could feel the weight of his anticipation, his love, in the air.

With one final, steadying breath, she took her first step down the aisle with the world’s most forced smile..

—

As the reception boomed with laughter and music, Rhea decided to slip out of her wedding dress and into her reception dress for a bit of fun. She felt the weight of the day pressing down on her and longed for a moment to breathe and be herself. In the bridal suite, she began changing, eager to embrace the festive spirit of the evening.

Just as she was pulling the dress over her head, she heard the door creak open. Rhea quickly covered herself, a rush of surprise flooding her. Matt stood in the entryway, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Matt, what the fuck?” she exclaimed, her heart racing as she scrambled to adjust the fabric.

He chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. “I’m just basking in the ambiance of my new wife.” He closed the door behind him, stepping into the room with an air of confidence that made Rhea’s skin crawl.

Before she could respond, he approached her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into a kiss. Rhea broke away, trying to catch her breath. “We have to get back out there,” she insisted, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Why are you changing?” Matt asked, eyeing the reception dress with disdain.

“It’s my reception dress,” Rhea explained, rolling her eyes. “You already know this.”

“Just put on the wedding dress again,” he said, his tone taking on a sharper edge. “I don’t like the reception dress anymore.”

Rhea felt a familiar unease settle in her stomach as he spoke. His words felt like a command, not a suggestion, and she hesitated, glancing at the vibrant dress hanging on the chair. “But I wanted to wear this. It’s festive and fun—”

“Rhea,” he interrupted, stepping closer, his voice low and commanding. “The wedding dress is what everyone came to see. You should want to show off what I chose for you, what we chose together. It’s about us, not some other dress.”

The way he spoke made Rhea’s heart sink. A part of her wanted to fight back, to assert her independence, but another part was weighed down by his persuasive words. She felt the creeping guilt he was sowing within her.

“Look, I just want to make you happy,” he continued, his voice smooth and disarming. “You know I want what’s best for you, right? Just trust me. The wedding dress is perfect. It’s beautiful on you, and it’s what everyone expects to see.”

Rhea felt her resolve wavering, the excitement she’d felt about the reception dress diminishing under the pressure of his expectations. Matt’s hand came up to cup her chin, tilting her face toward him as he searched her eyes for any hint of resistance.

“Just wear the wedding dress for me, for us. You don’t want to disappoint anyone, do you?”

A wave of doubt washed over her, and she felt herself nodding despite her initial determination. “Fine,” she whispered, feeling the weight of his desires pushing her deeper into submission.

Matt’s eyes lit up with triumph as she let go of the reception dress, allowing it to slip onto the chair beside her. “Perfect,” he murmured, a satisfied grin stretching across his face. “That’s my girl.”

Rhea took a deep breath, her heart heavy as she reached for the door. The weight of the wedding dress felt more burdensome than ever, each step toward the celebration carrying a hint of reluctance. She forced herself to smile, burying the growing doubt as she prepared to face the guests, the man she had chosen… and the man she had allowed to manipulate her choices.

— June 29, 2024

As Rhea and Matt were enjoying their honeymoon, basking in the glow of the beach and each other’s company, Rhea’s phone buzzed in her bag. She grabbed it, her heart racing as she saw it was Damian calling. She answered it excitedly, her voice lighting up the moment. “Hey, Damian! How are you?”

But before she could say much more, Matt reached over, snatched the phone from her hand, and held it away from her. “Damian, just call her back later,” he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Matt!” Rhea exclaimed, feeling a surge of frustration. “Give me my phone back!”

He tossed her phone into her bag without a second thought and turned to her, crossing his arms. “We’re on our honeymoon, Rhea. Why are you talking to everyone? Can’t you just enjoy this time with me?”

Rhea stood up, her heart racing with anger and confusion. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” she shot back, the heat of the moment fueling her defiance. She felt a mix of irritation and disbelief at how he was treating her. “I want to talk to my friends! I’m not going to just sit here and pretend I don’t have a life outside of you.”

Matt’s expression hardened as he stepped closer, his grip tightening around her wrist as he pulled her back down to sit. “Sit down,” he commanded, his voice low and serious.

Rhea felt a knot form in her stomach, a blend of anger and fear rising within her. She wanted to stand her ground, to fight back against his control, but the intensity in his eyes made her hesitate. “This isn’t how it’s supposed to be,” she murmured, looking away, conflicted.

“Look, I get it. You’re excited to talk to your friends, but we’re supposed to be making memories right now. Just put your phone away,” he said, his tone softening slightly, but the possessiveness lingered.

Rhea’s heart raced as she considered his words, torn between her desire to maintain her independence and the reality of her situation. She wanted to enjoy their honeymoon, but she also felt a growing unease about Matt’s controlling behavior.

“Matt, I don’t want to feel trapped,” she finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “This isn’t what I envisioned for us.”

He stepped back, releasing her wrist but still holding a stern expression. “I’m not trying to trap you, Rhea. I just want us to focus on each other. Can you do that for me?”

Rhea took a deep breath, the weight of his request hanging heavily in the air. She knew she needed to find a balance between being a good partner and staying true to herself. “I’ll try,” she said cautiously, unsure if she was compromising too much of herself in the process.

Matt smiled, relief washing over his features. “That’s all I ask,” he replied, the earlier tension easing slightly. Rhea managed a weak smile in return, but deep down, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of a struggle to keep her identity intact while navigating her new life.

— Later that night..

Damian and Finn were currently in a game of Connect Four while drinking tequila in their Boston hotel room. They had arrived early to Boston, taking advantage of the quiet before the storm that was RAW on Monday. The tension of the previous few weeks hung in the air, thickening the atmosphere.

As they played, Damian furrowed his brow, pushing a piece into place. “You know, something is off,” he said, glancing at Finn.

Finn raised an eyebrow, looking intrigued. “About what?”

Damian sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Matt. He’s never picked up Rhea’s phone and told me to call her back later. That’s not like him.”

“Should we call her back then?” Finn suggested, not fully understanding the weight of the situation.

“I don’t wanna push Rhea anymore,” Damian replied, shaking his head. “It’s like every time we talk to her, she doesn’t listen. I’m worried about her.”

Just then, Finn’s phone rang, the screen illuminating with a Tampa area code. “Hello?” he answered cautiously.

“Finn! It’s Rhea,” came her voice, a wave of relief washing over him.

“Why didn’t you call on your cell?” Finn asked, his heart racing with concern. He could hear the tension in her voice.

“I don’t want Matt to see me on the phone,” Rhea replied quietly.

Finn quickly pressed the speakerphone button, glancing at Damian, who looked eager to hear from her. “Damian is here too,” Finn said, his voice a mix of relief and concern.

“Hey, Rhea,” Damian said, his voice steady but concerned. “Do you need me to come get you?”

“No, no, I’m okay,” she said quickly, but there was an edge to her voice that told them otherwise. “I just wish he didn’t grab my wrist today.”

“That’s a big no-no,” Finn said, his tone turning serious. “That’s not okay, Rhea.”

Damian leaned in, trying to be as gentle as possible. “Rhea, I know it might be hard to see, but I really think you’re being manipulated by Matt. You deserve so much better than this. You need to leave him.”

Rhea hesitated, the silence stretching painfully on the line. “I… I don’t know, guys,” she finally replied, uncertainty lacing her words. “We are married..”

“Marriage shouldn’t hurt, Rhea,” Damian insisted, his voice rising with emotion. “You shouldn’t have to question yourself or feel scared in your own marriage.”

Before they could say more, the call disconnected, leaving Finn staring at the phone in disbelief. “Should we call her back?” he asked, his heart pounding in his chest.

Damian sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. “I’m terrified to call her back. I don’t want to push her away, but we can’t just sit here and do nothing.”

“Maybe we should give her some space,” Finn suggested reluctantly. “Let her process everything.”

“Space?” Damian echoed, his frustration boiling beneath the surface. “She needs someone to fight for her! What if this is the last time we hear from her?”

Finn took a deep breath, trying to calm the rising panic. “We’ll keep our phones close. If she calls back, we’ll be ready. But we can’t overwhelm her right now.”

“Right,” Damian muttered, though he didn’t feel convinced. “But I won’t stop fighting for her. We need to make sure she knows she’s not alone in this.”

As they sat in the quiet hotel room, the weight of the situation hung heavily between them, a shared determination solidifying in their hearts. They wouldn’t give up on Rhea, not now, not ever.

—

Rhea hung up the hotel phone, her heart still racing from the conversation with Finn and Damian. She heard the shower turn off and quickly slipped under the covers, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions swirling in her mind. She felt a mix of guilt, confusion, and a desperate longing for clarity.

Moments later, Matt emerged from the bathroom, water droplets glistening on his skin, his hair tousled and damp. He climbed into bed next to Rhea, the sheets cool against her warm skin. He turned to her, his expression softer than it had been earlier. “I’m sorry for how I acted earlier,” he said, his voice steady but laced with a hint of regret. “I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that. I promise, moving forward, I’ll never lay a hand on you or talk to you like you’re beneath me.”

Rhea’s heart ached at his words, a part of her wanting to believe him. He leaned in, brushing his lips against hers, and the kiss felt familiar, yet distant. “I love you,” he murmured against her mouth, his eyes searching hers for confirmation.

Rhea, having mentally checked out, felt the weight of his affection but couldn’t fully embrace it. The memories of her conversation with Finn and Damian echoed in her mind, pulling her in two different directions. Despite the confusion and turmoil inside her, she responded with a soft, “I love you too.”

The words slipped out almost automatically, and she felt a pang of guilt afterward. Was she being honest, or just saying what he wanted to hear? She turned her head slightly, avoiding his gaze, and pulled the covers tighter around herself. The warmth of the bed contrasted sharply with the cold realization that she wasn’t entirely sure what love truly felt like anymore.

Matt wrapped his arms around her, sensing her hesitation but attributing it to stress. “We’ll work on this,” he said softly, as if his words could smooth over the cracks in their relationship. “I want to make you happy, Rhea. You’re my everything.”

Rhea swallowed hard, a knot forming in her throat. She wished she could feel the same way, but the shadows of her doubts loomed large, and the weight of her unexpressed feelings pressed heavily on her chest. As Matt held her close, she lay there in silence, the chasm between them growing wider, each heartbeat a reminder of her unresolved heartache. She wanted to believe in his words, but the thought of Jey lingered in her mind like a ghost, refusing to fade away.

—

July 9th, 2024 2:57 AM

Rhea sat on her hotel bed, staring at the blue lingerie in her hands, contemplating her decision. She slipped into it, feeling beautiful but unable to shake thoughts of Jey. Despite Matt’s recent kindness, she longed for the tenderness Jey had shown her.

After a moment of hesitation, she grabbed her robe and checked the time—it was almost three in the morning. A mix of guilt and desire washed over her as she closed her door and headed to Jey’s room. Each step felt rebellious, but the thrill of possibility overwhelmed her doubts.

Standing in front of Jey’s door, Rhea raised her hand to do a soft knock, heart racing. This could change everything, but she was finally ready to embrace what she had been denying for too long.

—

I encourage all of you to re read chapters if something doesn’t make sense to you. To help you all the ending of this chapter would have been inserted in Chapter 22… I’ve also received a dm asking why I chose Non Linear. As a big fan of Quentin Tarantino I always appreciated out of place story telling. It sometimes can be confusing but in the end everything always gets answered.

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Afternoon Delight

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Dirty talk, a LOT of it. Reader and Billy both have filthy mouths in this one so 18+ please (no minors or I’m telling), some swear words

Word Count: 1.6k-ish

Summary: Reader is reading and waiting for her boyfriend to bring her lunch in the park. A very handsome man takes a seat next to her, the book she’s reading is one of his favorites.

A/N: This is my contribution to May’s writing challenge over on the Thirsty For Cox discord server. This month’s prompt was sundress season and I honestly didn’t mean for it to get dirty but my brain had other ideas. Oh the book I took the quotes from is The Picture of Dorian Gray. I hope you like it!

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

A gentle summer breeze rushed across your exposed shoulders as you sat alone on a park bench reading your book on an early Saturday afternoon. The subtle rustling of the trees above your head prompted you to look up and watch the sun highlight the veins in the leaves as the wind moved them in multiple directions.

The warm afternoon sun shone through the leaves on the trees, drawing attention to bright green patches of grass all over the park. It was a beautiful day.

Your boyfriend told you earlier that morning that he would meet you in the park for lunch and you couldn’t wait to surprise him with the new dress you bought.

Black with white polka dots, adjustable spaghetti straps, long with a deep V-neck and a drawstring closure, it was perfect for a day like today and you were sure he would love it on you.

Continuing to turn the pages of your book, you looked up the walkway and noticed a very handsome man walking toward you wearing a gray suit.

He had ebony colored hair, a short well-groomed beard and as he came closer you noticed his eyes. He had beautiful yet very mysterious deep brown eyes, the kind of eyes you could just get lost in while he was talking to you. They looked like two flat black marbles and they were looking directly at you.

There were empty park benches everywhere, so you didn’t think he would take a seat next to you and yet, he did. As he sat down, he smiled at you. You’ve never seen a more perfect smile on top of an already incredibly handsome face.

He said hello, you said hello back and returned the smile he gave you.

A smile like his could get you into some serious trouble but then he doubled down and opened his mouth to which you heard his soft tone, his voice was smooth like warm honey with a slight New York accent.

“I love that book.” He said.

You almost forgot you were holding a book, he was quite the distraction.

“Me too.” You said. “This is my fourth time reading it. Do you have a favorite part?”

You asked him, hoping to throw him off guard to see if he’s actually read it or if it’s some lame pick up line.

“Well…let’s see.” He said. “There are so many.”

Got him.

“The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful.” Chapter 2, page 23

“Oh and…”

“When we are happy, we are always good, but when we are good, we are not always happy." Chapter 6, page 106

The fact that he had those passages memorized, shocked you to your core and you felt slightly embarrassed and ashamed that you doubted him, but it turned you on at the same time.

“I’m sorry, I thought that…” You said.

He interrupted you.

“You thought it was a line, didn’t you.” He said with a sly grin.

Very few people surprised you, especially tall, handsome men just strolling through the park.

“I do apologize Mister?” You asked.

“Russo…Billy Russo.” He said extending his hand for you to shake. “I read that book a lot when I was deployed overseas.”

“Deployed? Wait, lemme guess…” You said as you carefully looked him over from head to toe. “You were a marine.” You were biting down on your lower lip, and fighting the desire to draw him in close by his tie.

He continued to stare at you with those intense brown eyes of his, he could not look away and neither could you. He held your gaze and felt yourself start to blush every time he smiled at you.

“How did you know?” He asked.

“Well…actually, my boyfriend was also in the Marines.” You said in a low breathy tone.

His smile disappeared.

“Well your boyfriend is a lucky man, I’ve never seen a more beautiful smile…on anyone.” He said.

He took the words right out of your mouth, you felt the same way about his smile.

Billy moved his head like it was on a swivel, looking all around him. “So…where is this boyfriend of yours? If you were mine, I’d never let you out of my sight.” He stated.

The struggle to keep from smiling was difficult, and you replied. “Actually, I don’t know. He said he would meet me here for lunch and he’s never ever late.”

You weren’t sure if it was the rays from the sun or Billy that was causing the warmth to rise to your cheeks.

There was something you wanted from Billy but maybe you shouldn’t ask. Although, what harm could come from reading a few pages from your book to you?

There was just something about his voice that was captivating. The way the words rolled off of his tongue was musical and hypnotic, like he was meant to read them aloud.

As he read, he’d glance away from the pages for sentences at a time to look over at you. He had memorized a lot of the passages, staring at you as he recited the words.

At one point, he stopped and lost his place because he was too busy staring at you.

“I’m so sorry.” He said. “I have to tell you, I’m very distracted by this beautiful dress you have on. Although I’m not sure if it’s the dress or the woman wearing it, maybe it’s both. I can’t believe your boyfriend let you leave the house without him, lookin’ like that. Every man that walks by this bench is having the same thoughts as I am.”

Trying to swallow the lump in your throat, the ache between your thighs grew hungry for him.

“Oh? And—what sort of thoughts would those be, Mr. Russo?” You whispered.

“Impure ones.” He hissed as he looked you up and down.

Your fingers lightly danced across the glowing skin on your chest and moved up to rub the back of your neck as his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip.

“Thoughts of taking you back to my place, hiking that dress up over your hips and fucking you so hard you can’t walk right tomorrow, pinning you against the wall, and having your legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper into that sweet pussy of yours. I wanna hear you scream my name over and over again until your voice cracks, and I bet you’d look really pretty sitting on my dick.”

Gently, he touched your bare shoulder, and brushed the warm soft skin of your arm with his calloused fingers, those words sent shivers down your spine despite the hot afternoon sun.

Shuddering at those sinful thoughts, you leaned in to him so your face was closer to his yet your bodies remained apart and whispered against his mouth. “Is that right? Anything else?” You asked before sucking on his bottom lip.

“Or just ripping it off of you because it covers that gorgeous body of yours, then using it to tie you to the bed so I can look at you all spread out, ready to take my cock. Those are the kind of thoughts I’m having.”

A bead of sweat had dripped from your neck down your chest and in between your breasts, your panties were soaked from listening to Billy describe what he wanted to do to you, and if he wanted to fuck you right there on that park bench, you would probably let him.

“Maybe I’m having similar thoughts.” You said softly. “Maybe I want to see you on your knees in front of me, your head underneath my dress, and your tongue fucking me until I can’t see straight.”

You were so distracted by him, you forgot why you were sitting on that bench in the first place.

He inched closer to you so his thigh was touching yours, the look in his eyes was primal, his long slender fingers touched the side of your face, his other hand grazed the top of your breast and then he pushed some of your hair back behind your ear so he could whisper to you.

“Role playing is fun, isn’t it sweet girl. I don’t even need to touch you to know how wet you are for me. Love the new dress. I know I was supposed to bring lunch but I didn’t think there would be a snack waiting for me when I got here.” He said with a devilish smirk and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

You reached out to brush his beard with your thumbs and let out a little chuckle. “Wow…And I thought I’ve heard every cheesy pick up line there is, my love. Are you done flirting with me? Where’s my lunch?”

Billy held up one finger. “Number one, I’ll never stop flirting with you, number two, you’re wearin’ MY lunch…and I promise I’ll get you something to eat, but I need to get you home now otherwise we’re both getting arrested for indecent exposure.” He said with a wink. “I held out as long as I could. I’m pretty sure I flatlined when I first saw you. You look fuckin’ hot, baby.”

You leaned in close and gave him a hungry kiss, your tongue twisted with his and your teeth nipped at his lower lip which made him absolutely feral for you.

“Well let’s go home then, Mr. Russo and don’t forget our book.”

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bratshaws · 2 years ago

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through the hourglass 30. brb x oc

a/n: DADDY'S HOME ( LITERALLY ). Also when I found out Akita/Pitbull mixes were a thing I immediately decided to make the puppies like that.

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff, jesus EFFING CHRIST THESE TWO MAKE ME SICK (with love <3)

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

chapter

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Christmas was fine, the New Years was fine, she spent with her family and her friends, and now she was one week from her 31st birthday, four months pregnant and waiting on Rooster's return.

She was immensely thankful at how quickly time was passing by because she missed him so much. Maybe it was pregnancy hormones already acting up, she was never this impatient whenever Rooster was deployed, she never desired his presence so fiercely. But on the bright side, the pregnancy was finally starting to show, a little bit, it was just a little bump that didn’t prevent her from using her usual clothing, but it was definitely there.

Beatrice was also thankful of her family and friends stopping by to check on her, sometimes her parents would stay for way too long, longer than planned because they wanted to know more about her pregnancy and what they planned for the room - cue to her mother questioning if the ‘forest theme’ Beatrice painted would be good enough for the baby and Beatrice retorting that they’d be too small to have that sort of input yet.

The room itself was empty, there was only Beatrice’s paintings on the walls, nothing more, because she wanted to go buy stuff for the baby with Rooster. He was so excited to come back and do that too, he just wanted to step in the father role and work on himself. He did mention that sometimes he feared he’d be too overwhelmed or that he’d be too much of a satellite dad around the baby.

Beatrice repeated something he told her months before, they were both new to this thing, both of them had this fear inside but they wouldn’t be alone. They had each other - and their family and friends - to go through with it.

Rooster said that he’d come back either by this week or the next, he couldn’t say for sure but he’d let her know if he did leave. Beatrice just thanked him either way and told him they’d both eagerly wait for him. Honestly she was more than ready to have him back, “You guys will love him,” she tells Jack and Eleanor, who were now showing a bit more pitbull esque characteristics than when they were born with the exception of the longer ears and the obvious curved tail…they strangely resembled Akitas and Beatrice wondered if that was their father’s breed, “He’s so excited to meet you two!”

Eleanor was the more animated of the two, she was loud and liked to jump, probably a lot more brave than her brother and mother because Beatrice would often see the white puppy sitting in front of the front door barking at everyone and everything. Jack however, was literally a mama’s boy, he’d often hang close to Jolene and hide either between her back paws or behind her, probably to hide from his sister’s constant play fighting. “God, he’s going to probably lie down and let you guys climb him.” she giggles while giving the puppies their food, “Eleanor, don’t push your brother, both of you will have your food.”

The white puppy licks her maw and steps away from her shy brother, curly tail wagging vigorously as she watched Beatrice with her big brown eyes, diving in the second the bowl was in front of her. Jack looked over to Jolene, as if to ask if it was okay to do so, then started eating himself.

Beatrice sighs as she sits down on the kitchen table, looking at her stomach with a little smile, it was finally visible and she often caught herself looking at her reflection in the full body mirror they had in their room. It was small, it was barely visible unless she bent her body a certain way, but it was there, undoubtedly so, there was their baby.

It was crazy how there was a life currently growing inside of her, that this baby was hers and Rooster’s and that it’d be so loved by so many people.

One bad thing however that she noticed was how quickly fatigued she’d get already, especially after work. During work she was fine, she’d move around as quickly as possible - even if Penny often told her to stay behind the bar - but when she got home, she would barely remember to lock the door with how tired she was. She fell asleep on the shower more often than she could count, just sitting in the corner with her head on her knees as a pillow before finally waking up to go to bed.

According to her mother, sisters and Penny, this was very normal and it’d only get more intense as time goes on. Her father joked that if the baby was making her so tired while still growing, imagine when it was born.

“You won’t be that over the top child, right?” she asks her stomach, smiling with one of her hands holding her head up, “You’ll be kinda cool right? Just so we could sleep?” again there was no response but Beatrice could imagine her baby running around the house, giggling and being curious.

And Rooster called himself a ‘daredevil child’ because of so many broken bones, of how active he was as a child. While it was adorable imagining their baby like that, it was also worrying, just a little bit.

“...well, it’s not like I’ll know until you are here.” Beatrice says to the baby inside, “I know you can’t hear us yet, but I like talking to you. And your dad will love talking to you too.” and she’d continue her sentence, but the fatigue from before came back with a vengeance, “Oh come on, I just woke up!” she says even after standing to her feet to go back to bed, groaning in annoyance because she had plans for today.

Like…watching TV and napping on the couch.

Well, maybe she didn’t have much plans on her day off.

Beatrice petted Jolene as she walked past the pitbull, Eleanor and Jack stopping their chomping to follow Bea with their eyes until she disappeared up the stairs. Beatrice blinked heavily, “It’s just a nap.” she whispered, “There’s nothing more than that, I’ll even set up an alarm.” she smiles almost drunkenly with how much sleep returned, hoping that she could at least wake up after a few minutes and not ignore her alarm like a few weeks before.

Thankfully she was still wearing her pajamas so all she had to do was climb back onto the bed and curl on his side of it, nuzzling his pillow with her eyes slowly closing until she was back into slumberland.

She had a quick nap dream, one that probably showed a glimpse of the future for both of them.

She saw herself, Rooster and their child on his shoulders. The baby looked to be at least two years old at best, wearing a shirt that matched Rooster’s, with sunglasses that too matched Rooster’s but much smaller. Their hair was a bit longer below the ears, brown like hers and their little hands were holding on their father’s jaw as they walked around.

The baby was saying something, or babbling it, she couldn’t identify but Rooster replied to their kid’s little nonsensical talking with an answer of his own. And Beatrice felt her heart flutter just by watching the two, one of her hands holding on his elbow since both of his hands were busy keeping their kid upright as they wander in a…dog park?

She saw Jolene and Jack and Eleanor, who now were amazingly bigger than their mother and resembled an Akita Inu with a stocky nose like a pitbull, running around, jumping over other dogs and just having fun.

Beatrice touches her stomach and then looks down, seeing that she was pregnant yet again, furrowing her brows, about to ask Rooster something when she feels him kissing her cheek. Once, twice, then going down her neck to nibble the soft flesh. She tries to stop him since they were at a public space with their child, even through soft giggling because of his antics, but he doesn’t stop.

In fact, it feels a lot more intense than before when she groans in her sleep, trying to evade whoever it was that was doing that. “Gorgeous.” she hears “Is this any way to greet your husband when he gets back home?”

Everything stops.

The dream melts as if it was ice and she’s greeted by the darkness behind her eyelids. Beatrice then blinks her eyes open, blurry vision turning sharper when she notices she is still in their room, still looking at the wall opposite to the door but there’s a presence right behind her.

She hesitates for a few seconds, until she feels yet another kiss - and the brush of a mustache - right underneath her jaw. Beatrice turns around quick enough to give herself whiplash, seeing that the person right behind her was no one other than Rooster himself, “Roos?” her eyes widened, sleep now forgotten, “Roos!!”

Her arms wrap around his neck, his own arms wrapping around her waist as she takes in that he is really back. His cologne hits her nose, his lips are now pressing soft kisses to her temple and she relaxes in his hold, “You are back.”

“I am.” he says quietly, kissing her hairline, “Just got here.”

“But…I thought you’d message me?”

His soft chuckle makes the hair on her forehead move with his laugh, “I did, but you didn’t reply, so I just got inside.”

Beatrice blinks in surprise, pulling back from his neck to lean towards her phone, unlocking it to check the screen and…there was a message from Rooster, telling her he was on his way home already, “Oh. I didn’t hear the phone.”

“You were sleeping really nice too, I don’t blame you.” he smiles, “God, I missed you.” and his lips are on hers the second he finishes the sentence. Beatrice grins against his mouth, dropping the phone carelessly on the bed to cup her husband’s cheeks and keep their lip lock intact. She falls back on the bed, which he follows without breaking the kiss, his legs on each side of her hips and his hands by her head.

Beatrice hums happily against his mouth, this time wrapping her arms around his neck instead of keeping her hands on his face, feeling the soft fabric of the white suit of his uniform touching her skin, “You look really good.” she whispers on his lips when they break the kiss for a second to breathe.

“Thank you.” he says, pecking her mouth twice, “I knew you’d enjoy it.”

“I always do.” Beatrice kisses him one last time, the soft smacking finalizing their greeting since he hovered above her with his eyes glinting, “Hi.”

“Hi, gorgeous…I missed you a lot.”

“I missed you too, Roos. Did you meet the two?”

Rooster stares at her for a second, trying to figure out what she means until his eyebrows relax, “Oh! You mean Jack and Ellie? Yeah, they were kinda scared of me when I walked in, so Jolene was the only one that greeted me really…but it’s okay, they’ll warm up to me.” he pauses, his eyes dragging down her body until he reaches her stomach and he inhales sharply, “So.”

“So…”

“...can I–” she smiles up at him, dropping her hands from his neck to roll down the elastic of her shorts a few centimeters below her navel, where the obvious little bump was. Bradley scooted away from her, sitting on his knees on the bed and stared as if he couldn’t believe it. There it was, “...can I touch you?”

“Of course Roos,” she says sweetly, “It’s our baby.”

He almost cried then and there, but he sniffled with a weak laugh, clearing his throat and carefully placing his huge hand on top of the baby bump. There was no movement, obviously, but the fact he was touching it was already…was already making him feel things.

“...wow.”

“Yeah…”

“Wow, Bea,” he laughs softly, still caressing the little bump, “Baby, we…there’s a baby in there.” she nods with a soft smile,”...holy shit.”

“Yeah, that was pretty much everyone’s vocabulary when they found out about it too.” she giggles, sitting up a bit more, which makes the shirt fall back down over the bump and cover from his view. He didn’t seem to mind, he was still smiling with his eyes glossed over, “Well, since you are here…I suppose what I can do is call the clinic and schedule an ultrasound.” she shrugs with a small grin, “If you want to.”

“Of course I do.” Rooster says immediately, almost giving her a look of surprise, “I’d want nothing more,gorgeous…Bea we are going to have a baby.” he sits back down on the bed, Beatrice scooting closer to him so they are both seated next to each other, “...fuck,babe…can you believe that?”

“Sometimes I can’t.” she says with a gentle shrug, “Sometimes it doesn’t feel real and yet.”

“Yet there it is.”

Beatrice nods and both of them share a gentle laugh, keeping their gazes locked until he leans down to touch their foreheads together. Both of them close their eyes and just enjoy the simple yet meaningful touch, just to feel each other, know that he got home safe and sound, happy to be back and happy to meet his future child, “You know.” he begins with his eyes still closed and their foreheads touching, “Everyone is making bets about us again.”

“Oh?”

“Well, partially about us. They are trying to guess the baby’s gender.’ he chuckles, peeking one eye open, “They really needed my opinion on it.”

Beatrice opens her own eyes to look at him, “And what did you choose?”

“Well…I have a feeling it’ll be a girl.” he says, “I don’t know, I could be wrong of course…but I guess it’ll be a girl. Can we check it when we get the ultrasound?”

“Of course, you don’t want to do a gender reveal party?”

He makes a face that only proves that much like her, he didn’t care for such things, “People do that shit and create forest fires. Not that we will, but fuck it’s so…I don’t know, it’s not my thing. If we find out the gender that’s great, I don’t want to make a big deal out of it.”

Beatrice looked at him like he held the sun in his hands, because someone like him was so amazingly rare and she was so glad he was her husband. “I agree with that.” she smiles, “Are you hungry? I can prepare us some lunch. I…wait, it's still early morning…so breakfast?”

“I can make us something.” he says once he stands to his feet, holding out his hand to her to take, “Maybe I want to pamper you.”

“Brad,” she says sweetly with her cheeks reddening, “You are the one who just came back.”

“And you are the one carrying our child.” he smirks, kissing the tip of her nose, “Oh, before I forget.” he lets go of her hand to walk to the futon by the end of their bed, picking up a bouquet of flowers that she hadn’t noticed before, holding it out for her, “I noticed I hadn’t given you flowers in a while.” Beatrice’s cheeks turn even darker as she grabs the bouquet, bringing it to her nose, “And I had to make up for it.”

Beatrice could only laugh with the flowers still up to her nose, gently brushing her fingers on the light blue colored paper that cocooned them,”You won’t see me complaining.” she tells him, leaning up to kiss his lips, “Thank you.”

“You are welcome.I’m just going to change” he then shrugs off his jacket, folding it in his arms before putting it on the armchair in the corner of the room, “And then I’ll prepare us breakfast.”

“You don’t have to.” she says softly, her eyes following the way the fabric stretched on his shoulders and biceps without any shame, “We can do it together,Roos. I know you want to pamper me but I can do something.”

He disappears into the bathroom and she only hears his voice reply, “You can keep me company, looking all pretty.” she scoffs a laugh, shaking her head with amusement, “I swear it won’t be a problem, gorgeous. I know what you are thinking.”

“I just don’t want you to overwork yourself.”

He immediately stops what he’s doing and steps out, wearing only the gray sweatpants he often wore and his feet bare. Was it possible he got even more defined? Because Beatrice was sure if possible she could grate hard parmesan on his abs, “Bea,” he props his hands on his sharp hips, giving her a look, “You don’t have to worry about that, pretty girl. I’m not going to do anything that will cause a strain on my back or something similar.”

“I know…but…”

He tsks with a smile, “Fuck you are too cute, c’mere.” he spreads his arms for her to step between them after placing flowers on the bed so they wouldn’t be squished between the two of them. When she was between his arms, her cheek touching his chest, his lips dropped to the top of her head, “You know what you are? An actual angel.” her cheeks warmed up and he could feel it against his skin, “But you don’t have to worry, I swear I’m fine.” He is now, he thinks, the events from December still somewhat fresh in his mind.

But he wouldn’t share them with her…yet.

Beatrice turns her head to face him, her chin between his pecs and her lip jutted just enough, “Are you sure?”

Bradley’s gaze softened, his thumb brushing under her lip then over the soft plump flesh, “Baby, there’s no doubt when it involves you.” he whispers, kissing her forehead, “Now, come on, what do you feel like having for breakfast?” he lets her go just enough for her to grab the flowers and then return to his arms, “Pancakes?”

“Well, you do like pancakes.”

“Did you have any cravings yet?”

Beatrice hums as they walk down the stairs together, “I’ve been eating some pickles and…uh…I think those tiny pretzels that taste like cardboard.” she explains, disentangling from his arm once inside the kitchen to put the flowers in a vase, “Oh, and bananas.”

“Bananas?”

“They are painfully good.” she says, gently opening the paper and filling a terracotta vase with water, “And I’ve never been too much into bananas, I mean I like them but I’ve been having them mushed up with toast and with some yogurt. With honey.” her eyes look at nothing for a second, “I think that was my breakfast most days.”

Rooster smiles, opening the cabinets above the sink to grab what he needed, “Then banana pancakes it is.” he coos, stepping behind Beatrice to grab the flour jar above her head, then pecking her cheek, muttering an almost pained, “Fuck I love you so much.” against her skin, pulling back with a loud smacking sound.

Beatrice blushes as she looks to where he is, busying himself by preparing them breakfast. Hard to think he got back just hours ago…and had time to grab flowers and surprise her. She noticed that Jolene and the puppies were outside, Eleanor casually peeking her head in to look at the new face inside the house then scurrying away, “I can make you some coffee.”

“No, it’s fine, gorgeous,I can do that.”

Beatrice blinks, “Then I’ll just stay nearby.” she says, walking over to the empty counter and pushing herself up to sit on top, “And be your helping hand.” Rooster chuckles, a soft huff of air comes out of his nose when he looks toward Bea by the corner of his eyes, “If you want.”

“Of course I do.” he says quickly, “You think I’m going to let you go now that I’m back? Hell no.”

“Well, what do you want me to do then?” she lowers her eyes to the ingredients he set on the counter next to her, “I can cut the bananas if you want.”

“You know what you could do,” he gestures with the spoon, “And that will, really help me?” Beatrice looks at him expectantly, wondering why he was being so dramatic “You can kiss me for moral support.” ah. “That would help me focus.”

Her eyes narrow playfully, “...so, I kiss you for moral support for making pancakes.” he nods, the cheeky smile on his face widening, “...I think that’s fair.”

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ilovebeinaturtle · 2 years ago

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Heya guys! Here’s a reference sheet of my TMNT 2003 OC Kammie! Which i commissioned from @escapism2k3! Once again thank you very much! 😊

(Edited and added new info 8/6/2024: and also Kammie would be 18 in FF not 19)

Name: Kammie (Pun on Kame (Turtle in Japanese))

Nickname: Kam

Sex/Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Race: Mutant Green Sea Turtle

Age: 16-21 (She's 1 year older than the 4 boys)

Sexuality: Hetero

Year Hatched: 1987

Mutation Year: 1989

Eye Color: Brown

Height: 5'0" (Seasons 1-5) 5'2" (FF/BTTS/Turtles Forever)

Weight: N/A

Mask/Headband/Bandana Color: Coral/Salmon

Significant Other: Michelangelo

Personality: Shy/Introverted, Innocent, Friendly/Kind, Polite, Socially Awkward and Selfless

Back Story/Info: She was hatched and raised at New York Aquarium in Coney Island, Brooklyn, NYC! She was mutated about 1 year later after the ninja turtles by another one of the Utroms' T.C.R.I's canister of mutagen that fell onto the beach (around the time she was being released into ocean) when she was 2 years old! Which turns her into humanoid mutant turtle! 15 years later she's then seen by a photographer (who was taking photos of the ocean/beach) by accident on Coney Island beach and he then takes a quick panicked blurry photo of Kammie and sends it to the local news which the boys see on tv and it catches their attention so they go investigate and they decide bring her home to the lair!

Before Kammie met the turtles she lived underneath Coney Island Beach's boardwalk and slept there during day and hung out on the beach or searched for food/junk at night when no human would be out or awake! She ate left over food the humans left on the beach or she caught fish or seafood in the ocean! She used to swim/play in the ocean for fun!

The reason she only comes out at night is because when one day when she was a kid she was playing in the ocean during the day, she then saw some kids playing in the sand and asked them if she could join and play with them but the kids got scared and screamed and ran away from Kammie which made her sad and disappointed.

SAINW: Before the events of the episode Kammie gets killed. Since they don't tell us how Mikey loses his arm I thought for my story the reason he loses it because he tries to protect Kammie but failed.

Other Notable Stuff: The boys teach her basic fighting/ninja skills! She later become a decent ninja (but she doesn't have a weapon yet still thinking of what to give her) Kammie also dresses up as a female Turtle Titan as Miss Titan with Mikey and fight crime together! She loves manga and comics! She used to find manga and comics in the trash before meeting the turtles!

5 years after the events of 2003, and 10 years after they met, In 2013 Kammie (26) and Mikey (25) get married and have an Son named Angelo few months later.

Also check out other versions of Kammie:

Rise Kammie

2007 Kammie

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kalims · 2 years ago

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rating my moots,

cause why not?!

note that I didn't add everyone since I felt too shy to tag em aksbsnna

1. @kalimsstan

9/10 because I've never had a fan account before, the interview was very fun and I cackled when I saw the AMOUNT OF TAGS USED WHEN I CHANGED MY THEME AJSBSJ

2. @ravenlking

9/10!! guys meet my editor in quotev. raven is very patient and fun to talk to ☺ its always a great time where we manage to strike a conversation together

3. @not-idia-shroud

10/10. ah yes, rain. remember when we literally never chat at the same time in discord? BYE I BE WAITING FOR A RESPONSE AND WHEN I GET IT ITS THE NEXT DAY

4. @v-anrouge

8/10. because we actually haven't interacted much and we mooted when I saw that they follow me and I followed them in turn cause they seem like a cool person!

5. @twistedlotus

7/10. IDK WHEN THIS HAPPENED HLP UMMM... HI ELARIA U HAVE A NICE NAME??? 😭

6. @a-hollow-angel

10/10. I swear they work a full time job liking all my posts 😩 like I fr post once then I get a notification immediately.. it doesn't matter when it happens,, THEY JUST DO JT

7. @merotwst

11/10!! ellie da best and I've known her for like.. LESS THAN A MONTH?? A MONTH?? MORE THAN A MONTH?!?!? idk man basta. she had big lady balls if steel (which she said somewhere in discord I just don't remember the specifics)

8. @myujis

10/10. vivi i miss u 🥺😭.. anyways yh I actually got confused on who myuji was then I saw it was vivi and went: OHH

9. @akiville3

12/10 MISOOOOOOO HIIIIIIII <333333 NEED I SAY MORE?!

10. @hytyyto

8/10. HEYOOO I barely do talk with yall and am sorry but I'm very busy.. 😭 PLS TALK TO ME IF UCAN I WILL TALK WIT U <3

11. @yuistan

8/10. not as close as well but I will spoonfeed my moots a handful of chicken soup you know.. unless other soup if you don't like chicken 😚

12. @spadecentral

9/10. very nice, sends me sweet stuff 🥺 ngl highkey keeps confusing myself who ellie and eli is.. 😭

13. @malleusball

10/10 one of my longest moots ever! we go WAYYY BACK even in the most atrocious times I don't want to remember <3

14. @kerosenesin

10/10. I THINK U IS DUST?? LEONALOVER69???pls I double checked if i mistook u as someone else again.. SAY LEONA IF UR THEM

15. @chenyann

10/10. yako i started panicking when I didn't see ur user on my following page but turns out I was just being blind. anywaysss ily

16. @twstwonderlandstuff

8/10. AYEEE ANOTHER FELLOW WRITER! on a side note, when a blog I like follows me you know I'm following back ASAP, destroying the screen type shit

17. @zgvlt

13/10. IDK WHY BUT NATHYA IS JUST 13 POINTS. I love her works sm as well as the graphic designs of her posts!! it's so aesthetically pleasing to me eyes I'm cryin (the one follow I could NOT GET OVER FOR DAYS)

18. @riddlesimp

8/10. ANGELLLL HALLOOO we haven't talked much despite us being moots for a long time ong 😭😭 angel is very sweet and apparently my daughter in law

19. @zeina-is-bored

2/10 (/J) MINUS SIX BECAUSE YOU DIDNT INVITE ME TO THR WEDDING. ☹☹☹😞😞😞😞😭😭😭😭😭😭

20. @rggie

11/10. if there's someone other than nathya with amazing graphics it's definitely mal. I can see the effort put into her theme!! gods I swear all of her blog is all connected to one theme and I love it!! IS U OK THO BABES??

21. @arent-i-the-fairest

8/10. cutieee!! love the works, I love me a bunch of neige works I can binge read <3 every1 should appreciate the rsa writers I swear

22. @achy-boo

1/10 (/j) I swear the friendship we have is so chaotic, WEVE INSULTED EACH OTHER MQNY TIMES AND CALLED EACH OTHER BITCHES QKSHKAKQ

23. @dicetheroll

8/10. see you soon dice! good luck on your finals.. when i first followed dice i immediately ran straight to the OM!works once I saw they wrote. It was AMAZING

24. @scara-lovebot

9/10. you are the one that shaped our minion coochie gc theme <3 my most prominent memory of you was the minion tampons era

25. @jabberwockk

8/10. chris :o was the one that answered me patiently when my dumbass didn't go to google for a fat answer when I asked for the birthdays of the characters.. we had a crisis about being broke together

26. @soldmygenderforglitter

9/10. I MISS U BAEEEEEE.. ilysm for talking to me in dms in tumblr for nearly everyday! I'm so sorry bout the late replies sometimes t-t I hope ur doing well babes

27. @celiapoststuff

10/10. MY CHILDSDDDDDDDDDD who adopted ME instead of the other way around lololol. love ya celia and your like for xiao and kalpas

28. @dr3amscap3

3/10 omg we haven't talked so long bt I GIVE U A 3 (JOKINGLY) BECAUSE U STARTED THE RICKROLL ROSA CHAIN AND NOW I CANT GET AWAY FROM RICK ASTLEY AND THE RICKROLLS 😭😭😭

29. @ravynous

1921739/10. THE BEST PERSON I SWEAR. RAVY ILYSMMMN <333 ur always there for me and so supportive.. how are you doing bae 😭💞 I hope ur kicking finals ass instead of the other way around

30. @raix-lv

1038171/10 REMEMBER WHEN WE MET THROUGH THE NEIGR ARTICLE JEEZ THAT WAS SO CHAOTIC. anyways, I can definitely say rai is one of my closest moots. GIRL WHERE HAVE U BEEN

31. @hxnarii

192911/10 we became moots after my vent post I think?? I thought u were really nice & kind so I followed u. GODS I DONT EVER REGRET MEETING UR RANDOM BRAIN (also ty for the pjsekai acc yknow yknow <3)

32. @nanamisflowerfield

11/10. OK LISTEN WE BARELT TALKED. the last thing I remember is the manhwa reccs but nanami is so sweet I swear YOU CAN SEE IT ON HER BLOG ITSELF SHES SO NICE

33. @honey-milk-depresso

192719/10 MY FIRST EVER MOOT AND YES I REMEMBER. I've seen honey around when I was writing for genshin her comments were so sweet! even though she keeps denying her love for the three men I still love her <3 mwa

34. @cynthinesia

9/10. I had to edit to add u SRYYYY UHMMM WERE U THE CATER PISS BOTTLE SOMETHING PERSON

35. @cupids-chamber

-12028/10 JOKES ON YOU IT ISNT BEST FOR LAST 👿 you never forget to remind me of the rickrolls (aka bane of my existence) THR AMOUNT OF CHAOS IN UR SERVER I SWEAR. DONT THIK I FORGOT THE TIME WHERE I JOINED ONE OF UR SERVERS AND IMMEDIATELY GOT RICKROLLED NOT EVEN 5 SECS IN

THERES MORE BUT NABSKA

gods did I have that much moots

#★ — rating my moots #★ — chats

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im-yn-suckers · 1 year ago

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cupids arrows; my high school dream galz

pairing- not exactly enemies to lovers but along those lines. idol niki x idol fem reader park y/n (jays baby sister) (debuts in gg)

warnings- i don't know how any of this works so ye. light crying and a kiss on the forehead. boy talk between teenage girls. friendly teasing. lmk what i missed

proofread again yay

synopsis- flashback as jay's younger sister in school, you and your friend decided to audition for hybe at the age of 14. when you pass and she doesn't, you get selected to join a survival show. when your unnies and the one member younger than you debut and you don't, you are announced as the 8th member of enhypen. how does getting cheated on benefit the fact that you and niki aren't very fond of each other?

chapter two; my high school dream galz

prev <;- m.list -> next

If it weren’t for the fact that you were packing for ‘My High School Dream’, it would be a normal friday you still couldn’t believe it. they told you you’d lose your phone and that you’d be able to get a new one after debut. your last facetime with jay was probably the hardest. you knew you’d have opportunities to meet up with him after debut but, what would happen if you don’t debut? no, you will debut. that’s what you told yourself.

"don't worry kiddo. we'll see each other when you get famous, i'll get your number then!"

"yeah, but what if i don't debut, then what?"

'you will debut, don't worry. good luck! i love you and im so proud of you kiddo!"

"thanks jay. i love you too. bye, i have to catch the bus to make it to our dorms. i'll be staying there for like two months"

"ok, stay safe kiddo. I love you. bye."

"bye y/n!! have fun! cant wait" all the boys shouted, they always hyped you up. except niki, of course

little did you know, the boys were teasing niki back at the dorms. why? let's just say you're really pretty and he agreed, without you knowing.

you plopped your phone on your bed and finished packing. you started to tear up at the fact that you wouldn't be able to talk to jay as much. Hyun came over and helped you for a bit.

"i'll miss you" he wiped your tears and kissed your forehead

"me too, Hyun"

when you left for the bus, some students from your school came to show support.

"bye mom, bye dad. i love you guys so much. see you around" you hugged your parents, Hyun, and the one friend you had left. the bus ride was a little hard, but you managed.

WELCOME TRAINEES! that's what the banner read.

"hello ladies! i am Yong-hee, i will be one of the judges on 'my high school dream'. you may take a seat in the lobby and talk amongst yourselves for about an hour. we will then introduce each other all together. have fun!" she seemed really nice and was really welcoming.

you girls began talking amongst each other and you found out there were only three members younger than you. 6 of you started to talk with each other, the other six did the same.

"hello i'm Eun-sa, im 18 years old" she was so pretty.

"i'm Soo-ah, i'm 16" she had really nice hair

"i'm Cho-gyung. i'm 17" she was tall

"i'm Ro-cha, just call me Rora. i'm 15" her skin was beautiful

"i'm y/n, i'm 14" you said and smiled warmly

"what about you, whats your name?" Cho-gyung asked the girl sitting next to you.

"i-im Se-un, i'm 13" she was about your height.

"wow, you all are making me feel old." Eun-sa said.

they all seemed really nice, Se-un seemed really shy, but maybe it was because she's 13.

"i look forward to working with you guys" Rora was so kind and genuinely seemed excited to work with you guys

you introduced yourselves and played some games, you and Se-un got really close and she thought you were like a big sister.

after that, you all went to the main lobby and got assigned your rooms. there were two big rooms for the trainees.

"ha, looks like we'll be living together for the next two months" Soo-ah mentioned and it was true. all six of you were assigned to one of the two big rooms. you had dinner and got settled into your rooms

you and Se-un chose beds next to each other. she felt really comfortable around you.

"well, lights out isn't for another hour so, how about we get real"- Eun-sa

"how?"- Rora

"are any of you in a relationship?" Eun-sa asked and you felt the tips of your ears get red

"i had a boyfriend but we broke up before i left. we decide it was best" Soo-ah's comment made you feel a bit better

"y/n-ah! your ears are red!" Cho-gyung

"well, i have a boyfriend yea, we've had to be apart for long periods of time before so we'll be fine" you admitted with a pink face.

"awww, how about you Seun-ah? if you're not comfortable, thats ok too though, ok?" rora

"well, i've had a crush on this guy for a while, and some celebrity crushes too" she said and started to blush a bit.

"ooh, like who? obviously if you don't want to, you don't have to answer" Eun-sa asked and she made Se-un feel like she could talk about anything with them.

"well, i think the members of BTS are cute, but even locals agree, uhm, also the new group that debuted, enhypen, they're cute too" she told you all about her crushes

"oh! i know enhypen. jay's my brother and i kind of sound like a pick me right now but yeah." you blurted out and almost regretted it until,

"no way! you like any of them?" Soo-ah asked you while lightly nudging you with her elbow.

"well, i kind of like niki but he doesn't even talk to me. all the others are really nice though." you remembered how niki reacted to you passing your audition

"girl, that is a classic enemies-to-lovers trope!" Rora has read way too many books to know how that ends

"no, no." you blushed a little but you had to admit, the sound of enemies-to-lovers made you smile a bit

"lights out, everyone report to your rooms and go to sleep, you have a big day ahead of you!" Yong-hee's voice was heard throughout the entire building.

"goodnight guys!" Cho-gyungs voice we heard in your room and everyone responded

"goodnight unnie, thanks for making me feel welcome" Se-un tired voice was so calming

"goodnight Seun-ah. you're welcome"

you patted her head goodnight to lay down. what waits for you the next day is big. until then, goodbye

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#im-yn-suckers #enhypen niki #enhypen fanfiction #niki ff #nishimura riki #enha niki #enhypen fluff #niki x reader #nishimura niki x reader #niki fanfic

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thgfanfictionlibrary · 1 year ago

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M Rated Fics Masterlist (19)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17 / Part 18 /

Created: November 21st, 2023

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A Blessing In Disguise-cd291104 (ff.net)

Summary: Modern AU/OOC. Kat and Peeta have been best friends for years. They both have difficulty with relationships. After a break up and with the help of tequila the friends find themselves crossing a line. The next morning they agree to pretend it never happened but that becomes impossible once Katniss finds out she's pregnant. Where do they go from here? Rated M for language and lemons.

At the Peak-maddmaddworld (AO3)

Summary: Katniss Everdeen moved to Summit County to work with her mentor and study the geology of the Rocky Mountains. She never expected to meet a sweet, shy snowboard instructor who would turn her first winter in Colorado upside down.

Let It Happen On Its Own-RannonAce8 (AO3)

Summary: Set between the victory tour and quarter quell. Katniss and Peeta are still sharing a bed and things get heated when Mrs. Everdeen catches them prompting some awkward sex talks from her as well as Haymitch. At least they get some good advice before their first time.

Lights Out-maddmaddworld (AO3)

Summary: Katniss & Peeta have a very enjoyable power outage.

Listener Line-GobletGirl (AO3)

Summary: Katniss's sudden realization that she's in love with her best friend makes her do something that will force her to tell him. What will happen when she finally tells him? Will he return her feelings or will she lose her best friend?

Misconception-GobletGirl (AO3)

Summary: Katniss gets the project of a lifetime at work but what happens when the one person she never expects is also working on the project?

Spare Keys-juststella, katnissdoesnotfollowback (AO3)

Summary: Katniss crashes drunk on what she believes is her best friend's couch. Modern AU.

The Fire Beneath-DustWriter (ff.net)

Summary: A mine collapse in Pennsylvania coal country takes the leg of the baker's son. The miner's daughter runs away. Can the passing months, weeks, days and minutes bring them back together? Everyone gets a second chance.

Too Precious for this World-Wildharp (AO3)

Summary: Katniss and Gale are siblings left to carry on their father’s legacy of hunting supernatural beings and protecting humanity from dangers unbeknownst to the general population. When Katniss is cursed there is only one man who can save her, Peeta Mellark, a kind, virginal baker who wants nothing to do with the beautiful hunter. A Supernatural/Hunger Games crossover

You Deserve This-everlarktoast (AO3)

Summary: Katniss Everdeen and Gale Hawthorne have been dating for five years. When their relationship hits rock bottom and leaves Katniss in pieces, Gale's roommate, Peeta Mellark saves the day. TRIGGER WARNING: self-harm, anxiety attacks and domestic violence.

#m #masterlist #thg #thg fanfiction #everlark fanfiction #everlark #m masterlist

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lover-girl-estxx · 1 year ago

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Meet The Family

Nick diaz x mom!reader (R28+N30)

Fluff

They haven't put out nate's second daughters names and they're ages ain't right in this :)

my gif not my tiktok

"i don't wanna go" Haliey said as I did her hair "why not?" I looked at her in the mirror, my 6 year old shrugged "are you nervous?" she looked up at me and nodded. Nick was taking us to meet his family, we only met Nate in the 6 months we've been together. Hailey is a very nervous and shy kid so I could tell she did not want to go. "if you feel don't want to be there, after going for a bit we can leave okay?" I smiled "okay!" I kissed her cheeks making her smile, "you guys ready?" Nick said sticking his head in the bathroom "yeah!" I smiled "I have to get my back pack" Hailey said jumping down from the counter going to her room, "her hair looks great" he said "thanks!" I pecked his lips "and you look great too" I smiled as he wrapped his arms around me.

"is Nate going to be there?" Hailey asked from the backseat "yeah and his kids he has two girls and a boy one close to your age," he said looking back at her "she'll want to hang out with you" "okay" she nodded smiling. Hailey grabbed Nick's hand while we walked toward his mom's house, he opened the door going in waiting for me too. "hey mom," he said hugging his mom "is this the Hailey i've been hearing about?" she smiled and got down to Hails level "hi" Hailey whispered "my names Melissa but you can call me whatever you want" "okay" Hailey nodded, Melissa stood up "Hi! i'm Y/n!" I smiled "Melissa" she smiled and pulled me into a hug "she's shy" I whispered she pulled away "it's okay so's Nate(nate's son is nate jr)" . We met Nick's sister Nina, his dad and a few cousins that were around. "hi Nate!" Hailey said "hey," he gave her and fist bump "oh my gosh Nikayla is going to love your shirt! come on you have to show her!" he smiled and stood up taking her over to his daughter.

Me and Nick sat next to each other on the couch he was talking with his cousin "i'm Misty, Nate's wife don't think the guys introduced us" a blonde sat next to me baby in her arms, I smiled "I don't think so. Y/n!" I shook her waiting hand "is this Nia?" I asked looking down at the baby "Yeah! you want to hold her?" "yes!". "so how old is she?" she asked me "6. Nikayla?" "same...so how's it with Nick?" I rocked Nia back and fourth "it's really good! I like being with him, he's great with Hailey. They like each other!" she smiled "that's great! Nick has always wanted kids!" I smiled.

"you mind holding keeping her while I eat?" Misty asked "of course" , "she's so cute" I said looking up at Nick "I know she's so tiny" he smiled lightly pulling me into him "Hailey was a chubby like a pack of roll's" we laughed. "who's that?" Hailey asked Nick standing by his legs "Nia. Kayla's sister" she was trying to look at her so Nick picked her up and in his lap so she could look "how old is she?" she looked to him "4 months" she opened her mouth her eye's went wide "4?!" she held four fingers up, he nodded .

We all sat at the table to eat after passing plates back and fourth Nina asked "so Hailey do you do sports?" "I do surfing! Is that a sport?" She looked up to Nick, he nodded "surfing is very cool!" "Thanks! I won a competition a few weeks ago!" "Nice!". "What do you do Y/n?" Robert (nicks dad) asked "real estate, I got my license when I was 18" "how's the hours?" "You make your own hours it's great!". "Who's that?" Hailey asked Nick pointing to a photo behind Misty's head "that's me and Nate" "really?!" He smiled and nodded "wow you guys are really old now" Nick smirked and his jaw dropped "he's old I'm not" Nate laughed pointing to his brother.

"you want to come smoke?" Nick asked looking down at me as I sat on the couch, I looked over to Hailey watching a movie with the other kids "yeah!" He grabbed my hand pulling me up. I sat next to him outside with Nate and Misty and his cousins."you have that lighter?" Nick asked his brother "no I gave it to you" he sighed and stood up going into the house. "So?" Nicks cousin asked "we're good!" "He hasn't pushed you away yet?" He laughed and I gave him a questioning look "Nick does that after a bit breaks up when things get too serious, with the kid and all" he shrugged "why would you say that?!" Nate said and hit his shoulder "is it not true?-" "-i found a lighter!" Nick said coming outside.

When we went back inside Hailey was asleep along with Nikayla and Nia. "You want me to get her?" Nick asked "please!" I smiled, he smiled and picked Hailey up she opened her eyes a bit rubbing her face before putting her head on his shoulder wrapping her arm around him. "Thank you for having me" I smiled and gave Melissa a hug "anytime!" she smiled.

"what did you think?" He asked looking to me "They were awesome, I think Hailey really enjoyed herself!" I nodded "good! They liked you guys!" I smiled "I do have to ask something though.." "what?" He looked over to me "I need you to tell me that you're not leaving because we're getting serious" "who told you that" he pulled into my driveway putting the car in park "who said that?" "Doesn't matter" I looked at him " I did tend to leave when things got serious but..I love you and I know I want to do the rest of life with you...and her" he pointed behind him "you have to promise.." he leaned over and kissed me "I promise on everything" I smiled. "Where's Nick?" Hailey asked half asleep when I grabbed her out of the car "opening the front door" I kissed her head. I laid her in her bed "goodnight love you bug" I put her blanket over her "love you...can Nick come in here?" "For?" "I want to say goodnight" I nodded. "Goodnight Nicky.." "goodnight Hails" "I'm awake so will you read me a story?" .

I went back into Hailey's room, Nick was in her bed and Hailey on his side, his arm around her both asleep with the book in his lap. I pulled my phone out taking a picture of them and smiled.

#nick diaz #nick diaz imagine #nick diaz x reader #ufc #nate diaz

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thisisourlovestory · 2 months ago

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Ahhh thanks for the tag bestie!!! Also sorry this took me so long to repost

1- Ophelia (it’s my honorary middle name)

2- 3rd December

3- depressingly no

4- probably Percy Jackson because it’s my comfort book series

5- am I good enough

6- Joe Keery, Charlie Bushnell, Matthew Gray Gubler, Henry Moodie, Cameron Chapman

7- none lol

8- author but it’s highly unlikely to actually happen

9- I read 144 books last year that was a pretty big accomplishment (not including all the fanfic as well)

10- I fainted in school once because my tooth started falling out (I was a weak child)

11- highs- spending time with my bestie and just having fun lows- I’ve cried a lot. I don’t know why but yeah

12- Greece and Italy cause the history

13- at the moment by reading fanfic and watching stranger things but it changes like every month

14- Pinterest and these couple of stupid little games that just have no purpose but they bring me joy

15- is really quiet and shy when we first meet but when we become friends you realise I’ve probably got a screw loose somewhere and I’m a bit insane but nice

16- ummmm I have no idea maybe my hair and height (is being tiny attractive people?)

17- I’d like to say I’m really good at writing

18- art just art in general I truly suck at it which is sad because I’d like to be able to draw my characters

19- I used to tell my mum every morning no I didn’t read past 9. I would read well past after she went to bed

20- the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell (literally I know nothing)

21- my bestie

22- my teddy bear and my book collection

23- umm I think 4 years

24- I will never feel like an adult

25- I play netball sometimes and I really like athletics

26- I feel a bit meh

27- definitely a night owl

28- yep it happened for me but unfortunately not for him so that’s fun but I still believe in it

29- And I wake up in the middle of the night with the light on and I feel like I could die cause you're not here- Risk Gracie Abrams

30- watching tv and reading with something sweet to eat

31- Henry Moodie, Sabrina Carpenter, Gracie Abrams

32- boys, which is brilliant for me

33- people eating with their mouth open, it’s disgusting

34- the death scene of any of my favourite book or tv characters

35- likely just bafflement

36- should I write fanfic tonight? And hope everyone’s having a great day

No pressure tags @bunniesandsilk @platypusbearrr @cherrsnut @thosesillylittlegayghosts

Question Game

Are we tired of these yet?

What is your nickname?

When is your birthday?

What was your longest relationship?

What is your favorite book?

What is something you're insecure about?

5 Male celebrity crushes

5 Female celebrity crushes

What is your dream job?

What do you consider your biggest accomplishment?

What is a fact about you that nobody would believe?

What were your highs and lows for this last month?

Where is somewhere you'd like to visit?

How do you de-stress?

What are your favorite apps besides tumblr?

Describe yourself in one sentence.

What do you think makes you attractive?

What is something you're really good at?

What is something you're really bad at?

A time that you told a lie.

What's a totally random and useless fact that you know?

Who knows you the best?

What is your most prized possession?

What is your longest friendship?

When did you first feel like an adult?

Do you/ Have you played any sports?

How are you feeling right now?

Are you an early bird or a night owl?

Do you believe in love at first sight?

Favorite song lyrics right now?

What does self care look like for you?

Describe yourself with 3 singers.

What makes you nervous?

What’s a pet peeve you have?

What will always make you cry?

What kind of first impression do you think you make on people?

Free Pass! (Ask any question you want that's not on the list)

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naturecoaster · 2 years ago

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Pet of the Week - Ireland and Reno

Ireland (ID: A007147) is a shy young pup looking for a soft place to land. She walks well on a leash and takes treats gently. Her finder reported she was house-trained and rode well in the car. Ireland is nervous with new people and settings. Let her set the pace and terms, and she'll warm up soon enough. She is much more comfortable with other dogs than with people, and she's a playgroup rockstar at the shelter. She has also lived with cats and done well. Ireland may never be a social butterfly, but if you have a quiet, adult-only home and are looking for a companion, she could be a match. This 8-month-old is the perfect medium size at just under 35 pounds. If you can provide a place for her to relax, schedule an appointment with Pasco County Animal Services today! Looking for a snuggly dog? Reno (ID: A004927) may be your guy! This 7-year-old weighs about 70 pounds. He's so sweet and happy, and he loves to play and give kisses. He wants nothing more than to get lots of attention from his human. Reno is food-motivated, knows the sit and shake commands, and walks well on a leash. His previous owner reported he was house-trained. Reno has done well with laidback female pups at the shelter, and he previously lived with another male dog. He may be most successful meeting other dogs off-leash, though, as he can get nervous when he feels confined. He would also do best in a home without cats. If Reno sounds like a good fit for you, make an appointment with Pasco County Animal Services today to meet him! For More information about any of the Shelter’s available pets in addition to the pet of the week, please visit their website here. Pasco County Animal Services Adoption Requirements: - Must be 18 years or older - Must be able to provide form of photo identification - Must be willing to provide a loving home for a shelter pet Standard Adoption Fees Pet AgeAdoption FeeLicense FeeCats over 4 months of age$40.00$5.00Cats under 4 months of age$50.00$5.00Dog over 6 months of age/25 lbs$70.00$10.00Dogs under 6 months of age/25 lbs$85.00$10.00Miscellaneous Pets (Exotics)$20.00If Applicable Adoption fees include Age Appropriate VaccinationEar CleaningFIV/FeLV Testing (if over 6 months old)General Physical Examination by Our VeterinarianMicrochip & RegistrationNail TrimmingParasite PreventionRabies Vaccination Read the full article

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nymphbnny · 2 years ago

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tinder date

ღ businessman!toji, age gap, doggy, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, oral m&f receiving, spanking, LOTS of praise, size kink if you squint, daddy kink, unprotected sex, creampie (?) MDNI // +18

ღ go to event

so what if he’s older than you? it wasn’t your first rodeo, nor your first tinder match. summer was only a month away now and your hormones were starting to kick in. hot girl summer it is.

you swiped right, and… it’s a match.

you squirmed in your bed, the number on the screen exciting you. you were old enough to take care of yourself so that wasn’t an issue. you were simply skeptical that a 39 year old man would have a body like that. what if he was a catfish?

it was soon enough that he texted you and exchanged some pictures to confirm that he was indeed the actual person in the picture and ended up asking to meet up.

toji fushiguro

if you’re free today, you can come over at 6 pm. i will be home by then.

how could you possibly deny such a handsome man? your response lead you to the elevator that was constantly going up the floors until it stopped at the 10th floor, a sigh of relief leaving your lips. you fixed your hair and face in front of the mirror before stepping out and entering the code he sent you. don’t bother knocking, he said, i might be attending an online meeting. you did as told and silently went in, your eyes immediately fixating on the man wearing a black suit, his hands on the table as he conversed with whoever was listening to him through his MacBook's screen. fuck. he’s sexy.

he acknowledged your presence by giving you a warm smile, the meeting ending shortly after, giving him the chance to properly welcome you into his home. “i can see you like punctuality, toji fushiguro, as you already know, pleased to meet you,” he grinned, his face looking down at you making you realize how much buffer and taller he was. “i didn’t want to keep you waiting, y/n, it’s nice to meet you too.” you shook his hand, his eyes looking at your face. it was hard to maintain eye contact, especially when he was rubbing his thumb against the soft skin of your hand. he couldn’t stop. you felt so smooth.

“where are my manners,” he joked taking a few steps back and walking to his minibar. “fancy a drink?“ you shook your head, wanting to get over the awkward small talk. you weren’t here to make friends but you didn’t want to upset him. he seemed genuinely nice. toji must have caught up with your thoughts, his hand rubbing his chin as he checked you out, your summery dress hugging your curves and slightly stopping mid-thigh. it was hard to focus on being cordial when what you wanted was clearly to get fucked until you were completely sore.

“hm i see,” he chuckled, his body now inches away from yours. “you know,” he rested his index finger underneath your chin to tilt it up. “you can say it darling, don’t be shy and tell me what you want,” he rubbed his thumb against your lips slightly parting them and sliding in your mouth, your tongue almost immediately twirling around it as you gently sucked on it. “there she is, so sweet and obedient,” toji smirked down at you, your giggly composure boosting his ego. "you seemed feisty on this dumb app, looks like you're just a submissive pretty girl." he pulled out his thumb to squeeze your cheeks together.

you didn’t know why he was affecting you that much. you’ve been on tinder dates before, this isn’t new. but the way he was handling this got you so weak to the point where you could feel your legs give out at any second. you felt him grab your hand in his much bigger one, walking you to another room. once he opened the door, you couldn’t help but slightly part your lips at how big his room was. not only he was hot, but he was also rich. “i didn’t take you for the quiet type,” his voice was low, the sound of the door closing snapping you back to reality.

“i’m not.”

“we’ll see about that, yeah? now come sit on the bed so we can discuss a few things, honey,” toji took his blazer off and tossed it on his couch, his hands working on getting rid of his expensive watch then carefully placed it on his bedside table. you were watching him silently, your thighs squeezing together. he was tormenting you, he wanted you to crack and beg him for it. you already made an impression of being obedient, might as well enjoy having some power before he fucks it out of you.

your thoughts lead you to crawl towards him, your hands spreading across his clothed chest, undoing his first few buttons. “tell me what you’re into and i’ll see if i’m still interested.” you teased, sliding your hand in the gape of his dress shirt, the pads of your fingers slightly going over his nipples. toji lowly chuckled, letting you have your fun. “i enjoy roughness, although i don’t know how rough i can be with you, you look so delicate it makes me want to fuck your brains out, sounds paradoxical but you're insatiable,” your pupils dilated, the sudden change of his behavior exciting you. toji turned you around and held you against his torso, his hands rubbing your waist and hips.

“here’s what’s going to happen, i’m going to do whatever the fuck i want with you, and you’re going to let me, know why?” you whimpered when he cupped your covered cunt. “because, for the next few hours, your pretty pussy is mine.” you eagerly nodded, wanting nothing more than him having his way with you. toji smirked against your skin, dragging his wet tongue up your neck while still rubbing your pulsating sex. you mewled and arched your back, his teasing making you desire him even more. "you're teasing me, stop it." you pout, forcing yourself to turn around and push him down, your legs going on each side of his sides and sitting on his hard erection.

"i want to have fun," you ground your hips, a slight hiss leaving his lips as he held your hips and watched you glide yourself on him, " and i thought i made it clear, but,' you trailed off chuckling, your body now bending over so you could whisper in his ear, "all you want to do is brag and tease, i think you don't even know what you're doing." and that was your mistake. the moment you uttered those wrongful words in his ear, his grip got harsher and he instantly flipped you over. toji grabbed your throat, squeezing slightly to cut the air, the single movement making you clench your thighs together.

"you nasty slut, pushing my buttons," toji slightly slapped your cheek then held your chin to maintain eye contact. "i'm going to fuck you so good baby, you just wait," he let go of you face, the scar on his lip upturning as he slid his body down and spread your legs open, the dress you were wearing moving up your thighs, making it easier for him to slide off your laced panties. "look at this," toji smacked your cunt, your legs almost closing together, "so pretty and wet, i'm gonna fucking devour your pussy doll," his head dipped in, his hands forcing your thighs apart as he kitty licked your clit, your fingers tangling in his hair for support.

he was moving his tongue at a torturing pace, never letting you adjust. 't-toji... more mhm," he sucked on your pussy before letting go, his eyes staring into yours. "not my name, try again," he spat on your spasming and cunt and dove back in, his thumb teasing your clit. "please daddy, want more," you wiggled, crossing your legs around him. "now that's more like it," he pushed his ring and middle fingers in one smooth move earning a gasp before he began scissoring them inside you. "gotta make sure you're ready to take me, baby, don't want you pushing me away," he went on with his movement before pushing his fingers up against your spot. "you won't push me away now will you?" he cocked his eyebrow, his fingers ever slightly gliding inside your velvet walls. "no daddy, won't push you away, ngh, want your cock..."

"so pretty and needy, gotta love that sight." toji scoffed, fingering you at a steady and fast pace, your face scrunching up as you felt your orgasm approach. his thumb was gently rubbing against your clit, the smoothness, and softness of his movement contradicting the roughness that his fingers were creating inside your cunt. you were so close, eager to let go all over his face, but toji had other plans.

"no why would you do that," you whined as he removed his long digits. he didn't answer you, instead he began undressing until he stood completely naked in front of you, his long and thick cock standing proudly in front of you and he brought himself to your face, his knees slightly bending so you could take him in your mouth. "thought you wanted my cock," he spat on his palm and dragged it across his shaft, his veins prominent and the slight curve of his mushroom tip making you salivate. so perfect.

toji tapped his dick on your agape mouth, encouraging you to part your lips further open. you sucked on his red tip, earning another hiss from the buff man above you, his beautiful toned chest and abs perfectly structured. he is so hot. you wrapped your hand around his girth, pumping the rest of his length but toji was getting impatient. he never denied being impatient, to him, it didn't make him any less of a gentleman. "i'm sorry baby, but daddy's gonna take control now, open wide." you frowned for a bit until he pushed his entire cock down your throat, gasping at the warmth of your throat.

"that's it, baby, breathe." you gagged, finding it difficult to control your breathing as he thrust his hips, pressing your head down the pillow. toji was enjoying himself, your pretty eyes pooling out tears and your cheeks hallowed by the squeeze of his hand. you were at his mercy and he was doing whatever he wanted with you.

"such a good girl, letting daddy fuck himself down her throat." he hummed throwing his head back, your hand reaching around his thigh to fondle his balls catching him off guard. "ah shit, you little vixen, fuck," his thrust became quicker and more urgent, giving you more room to breathe properly. toji reached his hand back to toy with your throbbing cunt again, enjoying how you started to moan on his dick, causing vibrations to go through his body. your jaw was hurting but oh god was the sight worth it. watching him struggle as he was continuously losing himself to the drunken sight f your puffy eyes and choked-out face. he was about to cum at any moment but again, he was a gentleman. he wouldn't allow himself the pleasure he ripped away from you.

you slightly frowned when he removed his thick dick from you, your masochist urges slightly disappointed, but toji wasn’t done here. “turn around baby c’mon, show daddy your beautiful ass.” toji flipped you over, his hand on his chin as he watched you arch your back to him, ass up standing proudly, your nasty mind pushing you to spread your cheeks with your hands, your throbbing cunt full-on display. “yeah, that’s more like it,” he grunted, pumping his shaft before tapping it against your entrance.

toji squeezed the flesh of your ass before painfully and slowly dragging his length into your warm walls, the stretch of his cock making you gasp and wince. your fingers tangled in the sheets, and your head was thrown back as you enjoyed the way he was tormenting you. “didn’t think you’d be taking me so well, you’re doing so good darling, so good,” he breathed thrusting his hips further until his trimmed pubic hair was brushing against your ass. “shit, daddy,” you mewled, your body almost going jelly to the pure feeling of being filled to the brim with his cock.

“let me help you, baby,” he whispered, grabbing your hips, helping you to maintain your somewhat arched position. “daddy’s gonna fuck you now yeah? now take it,” you whimpered as he pulled out, his tip still stuffed between your walls, “take it all like the good girl you are,” he grunted pushing himself back in, in one rough slam, causing your body to jolt forward. it was an exquisite type of pain. the pain that felt great even when it was hurting you. toji was relentlessly thrusting his hips forward, your body trying to meet his thrust as you threw your ass back on him.

“yeah, yeah just like that, fuck me back,” he groaned in ecstasy, wrapping his arms around you to reach for your swollen clit, rubbing it in circular motions. you clenched around his girth, your once ripped orgasm building up again, now with more anticipation. toji winced at the squeeze, spanking your ass with his big palm, and smirked at the jiggle.

“look at how you’re trembling, fuck,” he quickened his pace, the sound of your skin slapping together growing louder. “i-i’m gonna cum… more, mhm,…” your face was now buried in his pillows, tears dropping from your eyes. toji pressed your body down, bending his body over yours to press himself against you. toji wrapped your hand in his, his breathing now tickling your neck and ear. “cum on my cock darling, cum on daddy’s cock,”

toji titled your head to taste your moans as you came around him, his tongue toying with yours as he kept pounding into you. “gonna milk my cock now? yeah?” he taunted biting your earlobe. your head was still clouded by your orgasm, your body moving submissively under him, wanting nothing more but to satisfy him. your lips curved up in a smile when you began to hear his faint moans and whimpers, his black sweating hair brushing against the nape of your neck.

“want your cum, please,” you begged, your hand still interlocked with his. toji gave it a firm squeeze, his thrusts turning from sloppy to unbelievably hard and fast, reaching after his orgasm. you panted and cried as he was taking you, the movement of your clit against the mattress causing some more friction. “shit, shit i’m gonna cum, ah, i’m cumming, holy fuck,” he whimpered, reaching under you to grab at your breast, emptying his load deep inside you.

“you better expect me to call you again.”

#jjk fandom #jjk smut #toji smut #toji x you #toji x reader #toji x y/n #toji fushiguru #toji fushiguro #smut #i <3 dilfs #toji daddy #toji x reader smut #toji fushiguro x you #daddy toji

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prettyboykatsuki · 2 years ago

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cw ; age-gap (like big age gap), top + gn!reader, no infidelity inko is separated, 18+

you dont wanna be her neighbor? the young, single student who lives next door in her little apartment when her nest is all empty. she meets you on moving day with a big smile - greets you kindly and says you’re welcome to keep her company any time.

you get to know her over the course of some months by living there. accompanying her to get groceries and help with chores (as a thank you for all the homecooked meals shes so kindly provided) and she tells you a bit about her son. a late bloomer, a talented hero who never really comes home. no husband or lover - you think shes a little lonely. you can’t keep your attraction at bay when you think about it.

you’re only 6 years older than her son - half her age. so she’s always quick to decline your advances as you flirt with her. always shying away, brushing your comments off. you have to make it clear to her still—that you’re not some kid. you’re a grown-up with grown-up thoughts, she would know about being in her 20s with a sexual appetite, wouldn’t she?

when was the last time she got any attention? “you deserve good things too, miss midoriya,” you offer, all but well-intentioned. turned on by how shy she is - a woman once married with a child “im told im good with my hands,” and shes covering her face.

she’s so responsive it’s mesmerizing. all plush thighs and soft skin with stretchmarks and wrinkles - she’s so sexy. a womans body, you think that idly. she knows it well enough to ask what she needs but is embarrassed from the pleasure all the same. covers her face with her hands as you finger her, curling your fingers up inside her and playing with her chest. shes cute when she flares up all red.

“has it been a long time? even when you’re so cute,” you mumble, and she gives you a look of embarrassment, through a gasp.

“h-how can i be, hngh—“

you grin as you angle your wrists, watch her hold onto your shoulders as she props up on the back of the couch while you kneel

“you’re super cute, miss midoriya.” and you mean it, because how could you think anything else when you see her like this?

i need to blow miss midoriya inkos back out

#aristotle.txt #writing tag #i deserve her

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drabbles-mc · 2 years ago

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Remind Me (12/?)

EZ Reyes x OFC (Aanya Reyes)

Request by @noz4a2: Ez & oc are married 2 years, Ez leaves on a run and while he’s gone oc gets into a bad car accident, she almost dies. Instead she is in a coma for 6 months. During that 6 month time Ez goes everyday or as much as he can, reads to her from her favorite book, etc. After 6 months she finally wakes up, but has retrograde amnesia & doesn’t know who Ez is or their life together. So he is determined to help her get her memory back and goes about wooing her again.

Warnings: 18+, language, alcohol, melancholy feelings

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: This fic is my main priority for NaNoWriMo. I originally wasn't going to edit & post anything from it until the month was over but I need to focus on something today and my brain isn't functioning well enough to write yet. So, editing and posting it is!

Chapter Index

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Over the next few days, EZ made a conscious effort to try and stop treating Aanya like she was made of glass. He wanted to protect her from everything, but the reality of it was that it wasn’t going to do her any good. That thought hadn’t really hit him until he saw the way that the guys were treating her at the scrapyard. His heart had lurched into his throat when they acted so familiar with her, thinking that it would upset her, but it didn’t.

Some of her memories were gone, but she was still Aanya. He knew that, but seeing it in practice with other people gave him an entirely new perspective. She had never really been shy, at least not in the time that EZ had known her. So while she was technically meeting everyone for the second time, it didn’t change how she was with new people. She’d been comfortable and confident five years ago, there was no reason that she wouldn’t be again.

He could also see that having the noncontingent freedom of being able to come and go from the house was a relief for her. EZ would’ve taken her anywhere that she wanted to go, but the freedom of being able to take herself in her own car without having to ask or feel like she was intruding on his schedule was nice. EZ had been so wrapped up in his willingness to do anything for her that he didn’t think about the fact that Aanya would always do whatever she could for herself if she could help it.

EZ came down to the kitchen in the morning to see Aanya standing at the refrigerator. She had the door of it pulled open, leaning lightly against it as she scanned each shelf. She raked her hand back through her hair, and EZ caught a glimpse of the pensive look on her face.

“Looking for something?” he asked as he shrugged his kutte on over his t-shirt.

She glanced back at him over her shoulder. Her eyes widened in surprise, not having heard him walking without the sound of his heavy boots on. She smiled. “Sort of.”

He walked closer, looking over her shoulder into the fridge. “What d’you need?”

Her laugh had a little bit of nervousness to it. “Um. There’s…did you know there’s a cat that comes by here?”

EZ laughed, a real laugh as he shook his head. “Yea, I know.”

“What?” Aanya laughed but she couldn’t hide her confusion.

“You're like his best friend.”

“Oh?”

He nodded. “Yea. He must’ve realized that you’re back, because he didn’t come around much while you were in the hospital.” EZ stepped away from the fridge and walked towards the closet by the door. “Couple years ago you insisted that we leave a little bit of food out for him. You said he looked too skinny. And I said that if we do that, he’s never going to stop coming around looking for a free meal.”

Her cheeks felt warm as she smiled. “And now here we are?”

He nodded as he pulled the giant bag of cat food back to the front of the closet where it was easier to see, easier to reach. “And now here we are.” He paused, looking at the way Aanya was scanning over the bag with a happy but thoughtful look on her face. He gestured towards the cupboards. “We just use one of the plastic bowls for him.”

She immediately turned to grab one. “Did we name him?”

“You call him Hunter.” There was a smirk tugging at his lips as he said it.

Aanya could hear it, too. Once she picked a bowl, she turned back around to face him. “And what do you call him?”

EZ chuckled. “Meatball.”

“Ezekiel,” she laughed, shaking her head.

“What? He went from too skinny to clearly never having to work for his meals.”

She smiled and rolled her eyes as she walked over to the closet. “He is cute, though.”

“That’s what you said before, too,” he said with a smile.

She laughed quietly as she filled the bowl. There was something reassuring to her about the little pieces of consistency when he said things like that. It was scary, not remembering so much, but there was something akin to comfort about the fact that there were still things about her that were the same. She was still herself. She had to keep reminding herself of that even when the gap between what she remembered and what she should remember seemed too big to close.

“No scaring him away,” she said with a smile as she reached for the doorknob.

He shook his head, hands gripping onto the edges of his kutte. “Yes ma’am.”

The second that she pulled the door open, the cat appeared. He let out a quiet meow as he padded right up to her. He paced, rubbing against the bare skin of her legs as he purred. She laughed quietly as she crouched down, not just to place his food out for him but also to pet him. The second her fingertips touched the top of his head, he eagerly pushed up into the contact, eyes squeezing shut as his purring grew louder. Aanya giggled, shifting herself so that she was kneeling next to him and his bowl.

“He doesn’t look that heavy,” she said to EZ, eyes still fixed on the cat who was now tucking into his breakfast.

He laughed. “Yea, because he’s had to work for his food for the last few months.”

“So mean,” she said in an exaggerated tone.

EZ smiled as he watched both of them, a pair of old friends. “Yea, clearly it was so bad that he came running right back.”

Aanya hummed in amusement. There were a few beats of quiet, the only noise coming from the cat who was tucking into its breakfast. Her fingers were still deftly trailing along his back as she turned back to look at EZ. “Do you have plans today?”

He shrugged. “Just some stuff with the club. Why? Need something?”

She shook her head. “No, no. I’m, I was just,” she gnawed at her lip in thought as she tried to figure out if she really wanted to say it, “I was thinking of going to the bookstore.”

EZ’s eyes widened slightly. “Oh.”

She saw his hesitation. “You don’t think it’s a good idea?”

He shook his head, feeling bad for adding to whatever doubt she was already battling with. “No, no it’s not that. I just, I wasn’t expecting that to be what you said. Sorry.”

“I have to go back eventually, right? Will they…they’ll let me back, won’t they?”

For the sake of not stressing her out more, he wanted to say, “Of course they will,” but the reality of it was that he wasn’t completely sure. If her memory didn’t start coming back, he couldn’t say for sure whether or not she would get her old job back. They wouldn’t kick her completely to the curb, but it might not be exactly what it was before. Then again, if her memory didn’t come back, how much was that really going to bother her?

“I hope so,” he replied honestly. “You’re one of the best people they’ve got.”

She let out a soft laugh, one that had a little bit of sadness to it. “You have to say that.”

He managed a smile past the aching feeling in his chest. “Doesn’t mean that I don’t mean it.” He paused, clearing his throat. “But yea, did…did you want me to go with you?”

She took a deep breath as she thought the question over. “If you have stuff you need to do—”

He didn’t let her finish the thought. His voice came out gentle as he dropped down so he was sitting next to her on their steps. “If you want me to go somewhere with you, do something, then I’ll be there. The club can wait. What are they gonna do” he laughed softly, “fire me?”

It got Aanya to laugh. “I’m sure you have something like that.”

“If it’s for you,” he waited for her to look at him before continuing, “they’re not going to have a problem with it.”

“They all seem sweet,” she said with a nod.

EZ had to laugh a little at that. He knew too many things about too many of them to be able to say that and truly mean it. He’d had a helping hand in too much bloody, messy business with them to be able to talk about them in that light without it being just a little sarcastic. But they were all good to Aanya. No one could deny that.

“They’re good guys,” he finally said. “They care about you a lot.”

Despite not knowing the full scope of things anymore, Aanya knew that that was no small thing. There was something to be said about all of EZ’s friends, the other members of his club, being on her side. It was a little daunting in some respects, but more than anything it was reassuring.

“So,” she let her gaze wander back to the cat who was now laying, splayed out on his side next to her on the steps, “you wouldn’t mind going with me then?”

He shook his head, no hesitation in his response. “Of course not. When do you wanna go?”

She shrugged, “This afternoon, maybe?”

He nodded. “Yea, okay. Yea.” He paused, thinking about the plan of the day. “I can meet you over there? Or if you wanna come grab me from the yard we can head over together?”

“I’ll pick you up, yea.”

EZ couldn’t help but to feel relieved at the ease with which she responded like that. “Okay,” he stood up, brushing the dirt from his jeans, “then I'll see you later?”

“I’ll see you later.”

Every fiber of his being was fighting the urge to lean down and kiss the top of her head. He could deal with pretty much anything, but not being able to hold her the way that he wanted to, or kiss her the way that he was used to, was a battle he was constantly fighting. He settled for a gentle but loving squeeze on her shoulder before descending the steps.

Aanya watched as he walked off to his bike. He swung his leg over the bike, flashing Aanya a smile before letting it roar to life. Hunter lifted his head up off the step, but didn’t make any other moves like he was afraid or intended to leave. Aanya looked down at him, laughing as he almost immediately hunkered back down ready to resume being pet.

When EZ got to the compound, he started making his way over to the front office to see if there was anything on the legitimate side of their business that needed to be taken care of before everyone showed up and they got into all of the club shit. He heard the music from inside the office before he even got to the door. He couldn’t help but to laugh and shake his head as he stepped through, Chucky almost always leaving the door propped open when he could.

“Hey!” EZ called out over the music, “Chucky!”

Chucky looked up from the notebooks in front of him, eyes wide as he reached over to turn down the radio that was blasting. He had his usual grin as he looked over at EZ. “EZ Reyes!” he called back loudly despite the fact that he had quieted the music.

“Got any work for me today?” EZ asked as he walked up, leaning against the counter.

Chucky frowned pensively as he shuffled through the papers on the counter. “Nothing outside the walls here.”

He chuckled. “Alright. Sounds good.” He rapped his knuckles against the countertop. “Thanks, Chucky.”

EZ was halfway back to the door when Chucky spoke up again. “EZ?” his tone was quieter, more earnest than it had been.

It didn’t go unnoticed by EZ. “Yea?”

Chucky hesitated for a moment before asking, “She’s okay?”

EZ gave him a sad smile. He shrugged, not wanting to lie but not wanting to make things out to be worse than they really were. “She’s trying, Chucky.”

“They said she can’t remember anything?”

“Not the last few years, at least.”

Chucky’s frown deepened. “That’s sad.”

It wasn’t anything that EZ didn’t already know, but for some reason hearing Chucky say it like that put a knot in his stomach. He focused hard to take a deep, controlled breath. “It is. We’re, uh, we’re trying to get it back.”

He nodded. “Good.”

EZ contemplated not saying it, but it wasn’t as though Chucky wasn’t going to find out anyway. “She’s coming by later.”

His face brightened. “She is?”

“Yea. She’s picking me up—we gotta run a few errands then she’s gonna bring me back.”

“Need me to clear your schedule?” he asked.

EZ laughed softly, liking the way that Chucky made his yard schedule sound packed, like he was really that busy of a man. “I’ll handle it.”

Chucky seemed a little more at ease as he nodded, returning his attention to his paperwork. “I accept that.”

EZ was back towards his bike as he pulled his phone out, shooting a quick text to Laura. He felt bad that he had basically put everything on Angel in terms of keeping her in the loop. He was just running out of mental and emotional bandwidth.

“You working at the store today?”

He didn’t even get to put his phone away when the response chimed through. “All afternoon till close” a second ding, “Everything okay?”

The guilt was starting to feel heavier on his shoulders. “Aanya wants to stop by.”

He was rewarded with a phone call. Laura’s name flashed across his screen, and the second that he hit the accept button she was talking—he didn’t even get to try and say hello.

“Aanya’s coming?” She sounded eager, emotional.

“She wants to, yea. I just, I didn’t wanna bring her there if you weren’t there.”

“Holy shit.” She let out a choked laugh, trying to keep her feelings in check. “Okay. Okay, yea.”

He hated that he had to ask, but he said, “Did, uh, did Angel tell you?”

“About her memory?” her voice dropped considerably as she asked the question.

He sighed deeply. “Yea.”

“Yea,” she paused, like she wasn’t sure what else to say, “he told me.”

“Okay. You’re, you know, you’ll be good with that?”

“Of course.”

“Thanks, Laura.”

She let out a small sigh of relief. “No problem. I’ll see you guys soon, yea?”

“Yea.”

They said a quick goodbye and EZ finally stopped pacing alongside his motorcycle. After tucking his phone away, he shrugged off his kutte and draped it over the seat of his bike. Unclipping one of the bags on the side, he pulled out his Romero Brother’s shirt. Pulling his clean shirt off over his head, he tossed it into the bag before buttoning up his work shirt, wanting to have something that was somewhat clean to change into when Aanya showed up later. He tucked his kutte away as well before finally letting himself start doing his job.

EZ had completely lost track of time. He was dripping sweat, finally stepping back to catch his breath. When he turned around, he flinched slightly at the fact that Aanya was standing behind him. He managed to wrangle his shocked expression in, giving her a smile on top of it.

“Hey,” he said with a slightly awkward chuckle.

“Hey.” Her voice was bright, warm, the way it always seemed to be, “Sorry—didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”

“It’s okay.” He pulled the collar of his shirt to wipe at the sweat on his face. “Just didn’t hear you come up.” He paused, really looking at her for a moment and unable to do anything besides smile. “You good to go?”

She shrugged, nodding. “Yea…are you?” she asked with a laugh.

He laughed, shaking his head. “Just, uh, give me five to change and wash my face and I’ll be good to go.”

He walked over to his bike, grabbing his clean shirt and his kutte out. Turning around, he found Aanya once again looking over all of the other bikes that were parked there. He smiled at the way that she would occasionally stand up on her tip-toes to look over the top of the bike, hands clasped behind her back so that she wasn’t touching it. A few of her curls fell in front of her face, and EZ could’ve sworn that his heart was skipping every other beat inside his chest.

He cleared his throat, more in an effort to get himself together than to get her attention. When she looked over at him, he gestured towards the clubhouse. “I’m gonna get changed. You can come in if you want? A couple of the guys are around but you can hang out and wait—I’ll be quick.”

Her smile was genuine even if there was a touch of nerves in her voice as she said, “Sure.”

EZ held the clubhouse door open for her, letting her walk in first. She was hardly two steps inside before she stopped to gawk at everything. He chuckled softly as he walked in after herm positioning himself so that he was standing beside her.

“It’s not much, but,” he shrugged, “you know.”

She hummed, half in amusement, half in approval. When EZ took a few steps farther in, she followed suit, her head on a swivel as she tried to take everything in as she walked. He walked with her over to the bar, letting her know that she could take a seat.

EZ gave her shoulder a squeeze. “I’ll be right back.”

Aanya nodded, giving him a smile to let him know that she was alright. “Okay. I’ll…be here,” she replied as she laughed softly.

The bathroom door had hardly shut behind EZ when a woman appeared on the other side of the bar in front of Aanya. She smiled as she leaned against the bar. “Hey! Anything I can get you?” She saw the slight unease on Aanya’s face and elaborated. “We have water and soda back here, too,” she said with a laugh.

Aanya’s expression relaxed slightly at that. “Water would be good, yea.” She paused, watching as the young woman dug into cooler for a cold bottle of water. “I’m sorry, have we…have we met before?”

The girl’s eyes widened as she stood upright again. She shook her head as she set the water bottle down. “No, we haven’t. Sorry.” She laughed, shaking her head at herself. “I’m always forgetting to introduce myself.” She held her hand out. “I’m Stephanie. You can call me Nails, though.”

Aanya smiled at that. “Nails.” She shook her hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Aanya.”

Nails’s eyes widened at that. “Oh! Aanya.”

She had to let out a soft laugh at the shift in expression on Nails’s face, the change of tone in her voice. “So you’ve heard, then.”

Embarrassment flooded her entire expression. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be—”

“It’s okay,” she spoke kindly, her words genuine. “It’s really okay. I guess I didn’t think much about the fact that everyone here might know, even if they don’t know me.”

“I’m one of the few new people.” She laughed awkwardly, “It’s not like the club is really known for bringing outsiders in all the time.”

Aanya laughed at the phrasing. “Outsiders. Right.”

Nails was still mentally kicking herself for being so obvious. “I really am sorry.”

Aanya shook her head before taking a sip of her water. “It’s okay. To be honest, I’m just glad that you weren’t another person that I’ve forgotten.” She let out a small laugh, trying to find humor in the midst of the heart wrenching chaos.

“Well,” Nails reached and grabbed a beer bottle for herself, popping it open on the edge of the bar, “glad I could at least do that for you.”

The clubhouse door swung open and both girls turned to look and see who it was. Nails immediately found herself standing up a little straighter, even though it wasn’t necessary. Her hand tightened nervously around the beer bottle in her hand as she smiled at the man who’d just walked in.

Aanya smiled too, out of politeness, as she tried to figure out if this was someone else she knew. He didn’t look like someone who would be new—he walked with too much authority for that. Plus, with the way he stopped in his tracks when he saw her, she had to assume that he knew exactly who she was and the mess that entailed. His lips curled into a warm smile as he finally got his feet working, walking over towards the bar.

Nails was the first of the three of them to speak up. “Hey, Bishop. Need anything?”

He looked over at Nails, shaking his head with a smile still on his face. “I’m all set.”

Aanya took immediate note of the name that Nails had said, trying to run it back through the rolodex of her memories to see if she could place it. She couldn’t, but she hoped that that wouldn’t always be the case.

Bishop watched Aanya study him for a few moments, not taking it personally when her face didn’t light up with any kind of recognition. “Hey, sweetheart.” He stopped in front of her, not crossing the boundary of hugging her. “It’s really good to see you.”

She smiled, feeling a bit awkward like she didn’t quite know what to say. Bishop could see it all over her face and offered her an out. “You waiting on EZ? I can grab him off his shift—”

Aanya gestured towards the bathroom. “He’s just getting cleaned up. We’re going to the bookstore.”

Bishop nodded, knowing that it was no small feat. “That’s good.”

Before the conversation could go any further, the bathroom door opened. EZ walked out, sweaty work shirt clutched in one hand. He glanced over at the bar, seeing that there were now three people there instead of one. His eyes grew wide as he tried to walk over fast, but not so quickly that it was obvious.

“Nails, Bish, hey,” he said, looking at all of their faces to try and get a feel for how things had been going in the few minutes that he was preoccupied.

“Aanya said you’re going to the bookstore,” Bishop offered up.

EZ nodded. “Yea, but I’ll be back for—”

Bishop waved him off. “Whatever you need.” He was tough on EZ a lot of the time, but there was no way that he couldn’t not soften up a bit when he had Aanya sitting there watching the two of them interact.

EZ looked over at Aanya. “Good to go?”

She nodded, hopping off the seat at the bar. “I’m ready.”

They both said a quick goodbye to Nails. EZ grasped Bishop’s hand in a handshake that quickly shifted into a hug. Bishop gave him a couple extra supportive pats on the back before releasing him. When he turned to Aanya, he pulled her into a gentle hug, pressing a chaste kiss to the side of her head that way that he had for a long time now.

“I’m glad you came by,” he said earnestly.

She smiled as she nodded, stepping back when he released her from the embrace. “Me too.”

EZ felt a pang in his chest watching the two of them, but he tried to push those thoughts to the side as the two of them started making their way back towards the clubhouse door. He didn’t miss the way that Aanya’s eyes drifted over to the Santa Maria statue with the bullets slung across it. She lingered for a beat, studying it for a moment before continuing on through the door. EZ wondered if she had something that she wanted to say, but he couldn’t force himself to ask.

“You wanna drive?” he asked as they got closer to her car.

She thought on it for a moment before tossing the keys to him. “I’m still not sure of the best way to get there.” She paused before sheepishly admitting, “I used the GPS to get here.”

He flashed her a smile that was warm enough to melt her nerves away. “Hey, it got you here. Don’t worry,” he hit the unlock button, “I got you.”

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