#sock bands are a lie!

[apocketfullofhobbits]

if i have one advice for yall it's u gotta go see that band u want to see if u have the opportunity bc u never know if they are gonna disband the next week

[nica-my-beloved]

Villains Reaction to Kate's Cringy Pick-up lines

William

Kate: "Ayy, are you a mosquito? Because I wanna smash the shit out of you."

William: *pauses in midst of drinking his tea and stares at her*

William: *takes exactly 10 seconds to process the meaning*

William: "Hahahahahaha!!!!" *almost drops his cup on the table*

Liam

Kate: "Life without you is like a broken pencil. Totally pointless."

Liam: "Really!!!? You too!? I feel the same way too!" *hugs her from behind*

Harry

Kate: "Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile."

Harrison: *blushes slightly*

Harrison: *coughs*

Harrison: "That ain't a lie, though."

Elbie

Kate: "Sorry, can you help me? I think something's wrong with my eyes. I can't take them off you."

Elbie: "Nothing is wrong with your eyes. They are great....they should be only looking at me..."

Alfons

Kate: "Excuse me, do you have a Band-Aid? I scraped my knee falling for you."

Alfons: "I can be your band-aid." *licks her 'scraped' knee*

Roger

Kate: "Did you just come out of the oven? Because you're hot."

Roger: "Hahaha...If the oven is yours, then yes."

Ellis

Kate: "I'm good at algebra; I can replace your X and you wouldn't need to figure out Y."

Ellis: *looks genuinely confused*

*Roger whispers to him the meaning*

Ellis: "Ohh...sorry Kate. I didn't get it at first. Let's try it one more time, I'll laugh for sure this time."

Jude

Kate: "Do you have the time? I want to remember the exact minute I fell for you----Ah!"

*trips Kate by putting his feet in her way*

Jude: "Oh princess? Did you scrap your knee falling for me?"

Victor

Kate: "If you were a chicken, you'd be absolutely impeccable."

Victor: "If you were a vegetable, you would be a cute-cumber!"

Kate: "Are you a time traveler? Because I see you in my future!"

Victor: "Well, here I am. What are your other two wishes?"

Victor: "If nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing?"

Victor: "If you and I were socks, we'd make a great pair!"

[yanderenightmare]

incel Shiggy roofying his big-titted cheerleader crush at a party!!! she’s sound asleep while he’s fucking her little cunny raaawwwww 😭😭😭pleeeeeeeeeez

BNHA ! THIRST

Shigaraki Tomura x f!darling

TW: yandere, noncon/dubcon, NSFW, incel, roofying, sex while darling's unconscious, somnophilia, Shiggy is very naughty in this, darling has big breasts

CHEERS

He’s coolheaded but nervous as hell, locking the door behind him quietly – eyes shifty, heart pounding, hands sweaty, pants heavy.

He shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out the condom he’d been saving for you… but after turning around and seeing you lie there, oh-so-very still – soft body sound asleep on the bed - he thought it would be a waste and dropped the rubber on the floor instead. 

Swallowing thickly, his cock made a jump, perking up even more at the thought of fucking your unprepped little cunny raw – tip leaking pre just thinking about it – straining in an almost painful bulge against his clothes while his head burned with the vile thoughts of what he planned on doing to you.

He stepped out of his sneaks and nearly tripped shuffling off his cargos, slipping his fingers beneath the band to his boxers and sliding those down his thighs as well – his thickness springing free with an eager kick as he left it all in a heap on the floor before getting onto the bed.

His drugs had you knocked out good – so good, only a teensy soft croon escaped your parted lips as he clambered on top of you. 

He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, staring down at your resting face – breaths short and heavy as he rubbed over his cockhead with his fingers, catching the sticky slick that had formed there before motioning the digits toward your mouth – stuffing them past your plump lips. He made sure to wipe the cum on your tongue – watching you moan with gleeful eyes as you unconsciously sucked the skin clean.

He shuddered at the sight, playing with the wet muscle with another fist wrapped tight around his shaft – breaths getting tighter – red eyes big while scanning your body, helplessly spread open under him. High gym socks squeezed into the chub of your midthighs while he hiked your short cheer skirt up around your tummy, leaving only a thin panty separating him from your smooth-shaven cunt.

He didn’t waste much time. Swallowing the drool pooling beneath his tongue while clammy hands reached out to grip the lace, clumsy in his haste when tugging it down your thighs and legs and off at your feet. He put the tiny article to his face and indulged in a shamelessly perverted sniff – feeling his abdomen roar in return.   

Eyes, steamy and dulled as more pearls pilled from his reddened tip when looking at your sweet little exposed slit. He wrapped his shaft with your panties and put his weeping cock-head right where he’d taken them off – in a soft kiss to those puffy pussylips – splitting them apart to smear his spillage over your clit and entrance – almost immediately beginning to push. 

“Come on- let me in.” He groaned, frustration already lacing his voice, turning it into something desperate – almost resembling a whine as he continued nudging against your taut opening, trying to press his plush bulging head inside with little kindness – except for a fat blob of spit he let drip off his tongue – landing in a splat right on your clit and slowly sliding down to where he tried to fit.

It wasn’t much, but it proved to be just enough – making you jerk with a tiny sound of discomfort as your hole finally gave and received the first inch. 

“There you go~” He choked out in relief, hands gripping the swell of your hips, eagerly glaring down at the lewd sight – where lubed with a mix of saliva and precum, he kept sinking inside the tight space one fat inch at a time. 

Your thighs strained at the intrusion, trying to wind shut to protect yourself even in your sleep – but it achieved little less than making Shiggy smile. 

He sighed in awe, offering a low and amused hum while effortlessly pushing them back in their place – his red eyes dazed, misty while looking at your little hole swallow him up, so tight and so tense at the stretch where his big cock bullied its way forth until he was all the way inside – balls-deep, nestled tight against your womb. 

“Touchdown~” He cheered in a drawl, mocking the way you squeal for football players after scoring, pumping your silly pompoms in the air with a high kick and bright smile – jumping up and down with pudgy tits bouncing in your tiny cheer outfit. 

He feared you would change out of the skimpy articles after the game. But lucky him, you hadn’t even showered. You were all ribboned pigtails and glitter makeup still, dewy and sweet-smelling from dried sweat and perfume. Dirty with greenery from the field and booze from the pep rally and soon to be made absolutely trashed and filthy with his spunk in your cunt.

He groaned, still remaining buried in all the way, liking how you snatched him tight, clinging to his length like a virgin – but soon pulled out. Rocking back from the deepest part of you, he watched you hang onto and writhe at every ridge and vein before his bulging head popped out with a wet shlick. 

You’d glossed him nicely with pussyjuice, made his cock warm and wet. 

He smiled, fingers pinching your hole open – watching it flutter from the absence of his meat – body sagging forward at the pretty sight as he got down low until his mouth was on your muff with dewy huffs – tongue sticking out and sliding through your slit with a breathy shudder.

Hands grabbed fistfuls of the chunk of your ass, pulling you snug around his face while he munched – sucking your bud into his mouth and in between his teeth – hearing you give the softest little moan in regard.

His heart drummed a rushed beat in his chest at your taste, so sweet and so naughty, driving him crazy – but he was going to take it nice and slow. He planned on having a good long time with you – wanted to leave traces of himself all along your body for you to find once waking up.

He got back up in position. No mind to bother wiping his chin except with his tongue out and gliding across his lips for any excess as he sunk back inside you with a content sigh. 

Even wetter after his lathering, you took him in with ease – accepting it only with a pretty moan.

His hands left the squeeze of your thighs and reached for the straps on your shoulders, pulling them down until your heavy breasts flopped out. They were fatty and firm little things – big handfuls of plush down, soft and honkable in his grip. 

He couldn’t count how many times he’d fisted his cock at the thought of sliding between them. “Mmh~ I’mma do that later- right now ’m gonna make these cheer titties bounce ‘n’ jump up and down for me~” He moaned in a frenzied giggle. “You’re gonna root for me as I drive a goal right into your teensy tiny hole~ give you a nice warm creampie to help you dream sweet~”

He placed one hand on each tit, pinching your sweet stiff nips between his thumb and index finger, and then he picked up the pace – cock driving in deep, ramming your cervix, lingering there in that plush warmth for a brief but full second, before swiftly pulling out – pounding you good and hard enough to elicit moans despite you still being out-cold.

Your cunt started to squelch, and he couldn't believe it – he think he might have just made you cum in your sleep – the way your hips softly lolled and gummy walls started milking him tight, fluttering around the size of him – lovingly enough to make him buckle over – his face panting against the pillow next to your head, drowning in it while your cunt cuddled him tight in your orgasm.

He made a pathetic sound, and soon he was spurting too – unable to hold back any longer – hips stuttering, dick deep while shooting rope after thick warm rope inside you – his mouth gaping against your cheek, grunting as he stormed your cunt to drive his cum in deeper. Emptying himself inside your heat for a good minute and fucking the leakage back into you for an even better minute, and then, just to keep his cock warm while his breath evened, he kept you propped for yet another one.

He sloshed his cock out after a while – still bone-hard and standing although numb post-nut, yet so sensitivehe made himself hiss when touching it. 

He lazed off of you, feet prickling against the cool floor as he rose up – looking at you and your poor sore cunt he’d just pounded into climax. You were still pulsing from it, hole spasming – drooling with his thick white load, spilling out and onto the sheets beneath.

“Bet that felt nice~” He grinned warmly, reaching a hand down to squish your lips apart as he bowed to lick the insides of your mouth with a hungry moan, tasting the sweet mix of your spit and the fruity drink he’d slipped the pills in earlier – before pulling back with a slurp and motioning his cock to your face. 

It was messy with slick and cream and cum, and just aching to get inside the sweet welcoming warmth of your mouth.

He bit his lip, sucking his teeth while playing with the blubber of your lips with the glossy tip of his cockhead – making you kiss it so sweetly. He nearly lost balance from the sight – fever pounding in his head, making sweat pill beneath his bangs, which now clung to his skin in wet meanders. His sounds wavered, feeling the pressure and pulse of arousal surging in his loins, heavy in his gut and burning with desperation in his length as he pushed into the softness of your mouth, sliding along the wet runway of your tongue and getting sucked down the choke of your tight little throat.

“Yes- yes- yess-” Poured from him in strings of drool he no longer had the mind to swallow. Cupping your cheek in his palm as he pumped in and out of your mouth – his jaw hanging open with unfiltered sounds, watching with awe how you suckled him clean and seemed to beg for a warm mouthful of his jizz.

He had to throw his head back so as not to lose his semblance, grabbing your tit as an additional anchor – feeling your soft tongue lick the spine and your pillowlips pucker on his girth – being such a sweet slut in your sleep – worshipping his cock like that.

He pulled and pinched your nipple, and you seemed to like it – moaning around his member with eyes closed in bliss like a little whore, gagging once he got a little too eager and fucked a little too deep. “Oh, it’s coming, little cheer-slut~ don’t worry your sleepy little head ~” He crooned, a hand tangled in your hair while fucking the pocket of your cheek in slow strokes – smiling at the cute sight of it bulging.

He found your undies again, raising them to his nose once more to breathe in the sweet, rich tones of your scent – sighing out in pleasure – but no, he couldn't cum yet. He still hadn't fucked your tits like he promised.

Leaving your mouth, he swung a leg over you and seated himself on your stomach. And pinned beneath him like that, it wouldn’t even have mattered if you’d suddenly woken up. But you didn’t stir – still lying there peacefully with a smile of slick on your face. He chuckled softly and bunched up your tits, pressing his spit-slicked rod between them – watching himself poke out the other end of your cleavage with a gleam in his eyes – mouth parting with a happy smile.

And they were so soft – plush like cotton and velvety smooth, taking his cock so good where he slid through them like butter. He groaned, gripping them tighter in his fists, giving them greedy squeezes as he plowed between them.

Swollen nipples he’d tugged one too many times were big and throbbing, making you whine and whimper small drowsy sounds as he kept on messaging them – pinched tight between his finger and thumb.

You made a greater sound once he pulled on them – mouth apart in a cry which immediately made the knot in his gut tug – balls clenching, wanting to capsize – the need for release strumming along his veins.

He leaned back on his calves, cock aimed up into the air, planning on showering you with the next batch. Fapping the long shaft in quick desperate jerks until he exploded for the second time – shooting it all over your tits and face.

Leaning forward again, breaths dramatic – he pumped and dumped the rest of the load out into your mouth. Carefully now, with lazy movement, he kept leisurely stroking his length like a pet – soothing and congratulating him on a good job as he watched his fine work. Splotches of creamy white splattered on your pretty skin, now melting down your curves and drying in place. 

It was a peaceful thing to watch… but his cock was hard and hungry still.

He looked at his watch, earning his smile. He had a lot more time left. 

The party downstairs was only barely getting started and would continue for several hours until morning. People always go crazy after winning a game – and for once, he was just as thrilled as everyone else.

Maybe next, he’d make a cumdump of your little cheer-butt too.

tip-jar: Kofi

[seattlesellie]

hi angel i saw u say you wanted more fluffy ellie requests and i thought about maybe something along the lines of the cute pics she has of you two in her phone idk it’s just something i thought of u don’t have to write it if u don’t want to i just love ur blog and everything u write 💗💗💗💗���🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

not about love ♡

pre-dating slightly loser college!ellie 🦕 incoming !! basically u go through ellies phone and find… something. part 1 of… maybe?

warnings: slightly mean ellie for a second, sexual tension, mentions of weed and alcohol.

part 2

Tic-Toc, the gentle sounds of the ancient clock in Ellie’s room filled the thick air. a gift from Joel. It was a warm, lazy afternoon. You almost fell asleep, almost. Her bed smelled like her, so did the ruffled, Nirvana t-shirt you were laying on. Everything in this room practically screamed Ellie. The scent, the sketches on the wall — of Dina, and Jesse, and you. Why did she have more sketches of you than anyone else? A dinosaur lego, a miniature solar system, obscure band posters, Oh! here’s the pin you gifted her once!, two pairs of mismatched socks, a random rock (“It’s from like, the moon” she said. It was from the local science museum.)

“El” you whined, receiving a gentle hum in response.

“I’m bored” you exclaimed with a heavy sigh. It's not as if she owed you any attention, she told you she had to study. For some reason, some odd reason nor you or her could put your finger on, you had to be there with her. “Well” you excused. “It’s not like I have anything better to do, right?” A lie. What about your project due Monday? Nevermind.

“Catch this” she exclaimed, tossing a serene light blue stress ball directly at your face.

“Ow!” you whined, yet again. If only you knew what those whines did to her.

“Sorry bro, gotta finish this fucking question. She said, flexing her sore hand. “Fuck this fucking Prof, seriously” She mumbled, clearly annoyed, clearly frustrated. Ellie had this thing, well, if you could even call something that she only had specifically with you a “Thing” — where she had to call you by those stupid names. “Dude” “Bro” “Jeez man!” just to see you squirm. Youd flinch ever so slightly, a fleeting reaction that betrayed a hint of offense flickering in your eyes. Every time you couldn’t help but pout, couldn’t help but look a little bit hurt, it did something to her. It wasn’t because she liked hurting you, God knows she didn’t. It would give her a glimmer of hope, of light. Shed journal about it, too;

“I called her Bro again. She looked really sad. Why does she get sad? I’m so fucking stupid. It’s probably because no one else calls her fucking bro, I’m literally delusional. Also had expired fucking Pizza. Worst day ever. Shit. Not that bad because she smiled at batted her eyelashes. God Ellie you need therapy.” YOURE A DUMBASS!!!!”

Half an hour had elapsed, brimming with Ellie muttering to herself under her breath. lighting a blunt, burning the blunt, passing it to you, begging you to give it back after 3 seconds.

You were pretty sure you had gone through every single app on your phone five times already. Stalking rando’s on Instagram, watching ASMR tiktoks, talking shit with Dina in the groupchat. How much more of this boredom could you take? My god, you were humming a stupid melody to yourself.

“Griiiind boy you know I grind when I pull-“

“Shh”

Did Ellie just shush you?!

“Excuse me?” You said.

“I’m trying to concentrate. Also what the fuck is a Fartulum?” Ellie retorted, withdrawing slightly and punctuating her frustration with stomps on the floor. God, she was too fucking cute.

“Can I play on your phone?” You questioned innocently. One more opening and closing the same App and you’d have lost your damn mind. You could practically see the Candy Crush candies popping inside of your brain every time you closed your eyes.

“No” she answered bluntly.

“Why? you scared I’ll find your nudes? Not gonna look- Swear on my li-“

You could hear her eye rolling, somehow.

“I dont have fucking nudes” she affirmed with a touch of exasperation.

“Someone else’s?” you said quietly. Your tone almost exposed you. Almost.

“Psh… no” Ellie said in return, just as quiet. Her tone almost exposed her, too.

Wish I had yours. Shut it, Ellie.

“Then let me go on your phone” You whined, got off the bed and almost slipped on one of her belts that laid on the floor. So messy, so, so Ellie.

She cast a sidelong glance at you, her eyes darting from the corner of her vision. Her grip on the pen was incredibly tight. It happened every time you got near, got too close to her. Whether it was clutching the strings of her hoodie, her knuckles turning white with tension, or her toes curling in a clenched stance. Shed never ever admit it to herself, cool, calm & collected, but fuck did you make her nervous.

You settled yourself on the chair beside her, causing her to divert every ounce of her attention back to her assignment, shifting it solely onto you. You. You. You.

She gazed directly into your eyes, and a peculiar warmth flooded your face. Its funny how even after being friends for all this time, making eye contact with her managed to stir something within you. She asked you about it once, mid fight. “You never even look at me when we talk!” she huffed. “Yes I do!” no you dont. “No you don’t!” and when your lips quivered, turning you in, she left it at that.

Ellie scratched the back of her neck, her arms flexing subtly with the motion. You gave her that look, the look that made her cheeks go bright pink, her hands clam up. She bit her lip. “Fine”. You won, flashing her a toothy smile she couldn’t help but grin at.

And there you were, with Ellie’s iPhone 5C (Yeah, she never got that buying a new iPhone every 2 years phenomenon) laying on Ellie’s bed, in Ellie’s room.

“Ew - Ellie what the fuck? why is your screen greasy?!” You squirmed, fingertips grazing over her slightly sticky screen. Is that fucking chicken nuggets residue?

“Shut up, dude. You asked me for my phone so deal with the consequences”

Dude.

You rolled your eyes, proceeded to wipe the screen of her phone with the corner of her cozy flannel bedsheet. Her phone was really warm. One more month and it would probably set on fire.

“Password?” You questioned, and shifted to lay on your stomach, your cheek caressing the pillow. It had a little auburn colored hair laying on top of it.

Ellie huffed and waited a second before she responded, contemplating again. It’s harmless, fuck it.

“2222”

“Okay, seriously - you could get hacked with that dumbass password”

“Pffft” Ellie huffed. “I’d fucking beat them up if they tried robbing me” she said, ever the brave.

“I’m not… talking about robbers, Ellie. Like, hackers?”

“Same thing”

“You cant beat up hackers they’re- Nevermind” you sighed.

2222.

If the room was classic Ellie, god, so was her phone. Default Apple background, because she truly couldn’t be bothered. iMessage, Instagram with four pictures on her feed; One of her arm slightly flexing her tat (who the fuck was the bitch who commented “damn” under there?), one of a stray cat wearing her grey beanie, a meme that says “Fuck sex. Let’s do something romantic like play Fireboy and Watergirl on CoolMathGames.Com” (God, she thought she was so funny for that one. 6 Likes, one from you, one from Jesse, the fake Instagram account you and Dina created for Joel, her ex Cat, and one from Dina and a spam bot). Next to the Instagram laid the NASA app (of course), Call Of Duty for iPhone (Made her sleep for only fifteen minutes one night), calculator, 9GAG (People still use that?!), and… her gallery.

You pursed your lips, contemplating the situation. Should you?after all, Ellie said; No nudes. So what could possibly be on there?

Of course.

You couldn't contain a soft giggle that escaped your lips, earning an inquisitive whine from Ellie. "What's so funny?" she grumbled, unable to resist her curiosity.

“Said you were studying, so study” You said, while scrolling through her gallery.

As you readjusted your position on the bed, you unintentionally swiped to the left, revealing her albums. Just harmless browsing, right?

“Screenshots”

“Funny memes”

“Pics to send Jesse when he’s being stupid”

“Dhhdjsjsou”

“Stink ❤️”

A picture of you, laying on the grass, a bright, toothy smile spread across your face. It was from your Instagram, the one you deleted because you thought you looked dumb. The one Ellie commented a for once unsarcastic “Woah” on.

The album was locked.

You felt your throat go dry, heartbeat speeding up. Your leg started shaking, and God, you hoped she would come and snatch the phone off of your hand.

But she didn’t. She just shifted in her sit, cleared her throat and resumed her studies.

You shouldn’t have. But you did.

2222

Unlocked. Success!

You felt like screaming at the top of your lungs. Was it even hotter in here now? Extra humid today? you bit your lip, it almost hurt.

A picture of you and Dina. A selfie you sent to the groupchat two weeks ago. Ellie doodled a green heart on it. You were sweating. A picture of you on Christmas last year. That same day you had your stupid fight on. You were wearing a Santa hat, mug of hot Coco and tiny white marshmallows in your hand.

Your stomach felt as if it were infested by a swarm of Ellie looking butterfly’s.

A picture of you sound asleep, in Ellie’s bed. She was mid-moving a hair strand away from your face. It was blurry. You recognized that top.

You were wasted that day. Blabbering uncontrollably about how you had to crash on her bed, because you were scared your new roommate would think you’re stupid, and dumb, and an idiot, for getting drunk at a frat party.

You couldn’t understand why Ellie didn’t want to help you. You almost kicked her when she said she couldn’t, that you’d be better off in your bed. “I snore. And I kick in my sleep - Seriously” You almost cried. You called her a bad friend, a fake one, because — isn’t that what friends are for? Shouldn’t they have your back when you’re a babbling mess? Hold your hair for you, put you to sleep, take care of you?

Ellie couldn’t sleep that night.

When you laid there, right on her bed, her face went so red and hot you could fry something on it. She almost hit herself in the face when her chest grazed your back. When your leg caressed her’s, and ended up on top of her thigh, she almost screamed. When you shifted to face her, an angelic, sound asleep expression on your face, she swore she almost died. The string of your top came off, revealing more of your shoulder, and the strap of your bra, Ellie turned around so fast she almost woke you up.

She slept for 20 minutes.

When she woke up, she had to make herself remember it. Remember you, laying with her.

So she took a picture. An innocent one.

You almost jumped when the pen fell slipped from her hand and she turned around to face you.

“What are you doing?”

Whats in her notes app?

♡

part two

[momotonescreaming]

Part One

“Jeff. Jeffers.” Eddie starts, as soon as he opens the door to Jeff’s bedroom, ignoring the way it slams into the wall with the force of it. “I am about to lose my shit.”

“So a normal Saturday, then?” Jeff replies, looking up from the music magazine he’s flipping through, not moving from where he’s reclined across his bed.

Navy blue comforter, pale grey sheets, tucked in tight. His mother’s influence, Eddie knows. Jeff’s mom is a good woman, is cool with the band, and the metal, and the DnD — but she’s a total neat freak. So Jeff makes his bed perfectly everyday, so she won’t barge into his room and do it for him. He bought himself a Motorhead poster from a record store in Bloomington once, and his mom framed it.

So there was Eddie’s room, with all his posters and banners haphazardly tacked to the walls and stuck to the mirror; and then there was Jeff’s, with his carefully curated selection of framed posters. Not very metal, Eddie thought. Jeff always said that if that’s what it took for his mom to accept to metal music? He’d take it.

Eddie shuts the door behind him, making sure it closes with a swift kick of his socked foot, before turning back to his best friend.

“Worse than normal, Jeffy-boy.” Eddie says, emphasising with his hands before gripping them tightly. “I bumped into Henderson at Melvalds this morning and he would not shut the fuck up about Harrington the entire time he trapped me in conversation.”

“Ah,” Jeff simply replies, closing his magazine and placing it off to the side, out of the way. “So it’s a Harrington breakdown today? I’ll clear my schedule.”

“Jeff,” Eddie says, trying to sound stern with all the emphasis on the word, but he’s smiling. Watches as Jeff pats an empty spot on the mattress next to him. He rolls his eyes, playing it up, before flopping face first onto the bed beside Jeff. He groans into the mattress, a long, drawn out sound, and can hear Jeff chuckling at the sound of it. “Please.”

Jeff pats his shoulder comfortingly, hand warm and steady, before Eddie rolls over. Stays laying down, and looks up at the swirly patterns of Jeff’s popcorn ceiling.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” Jeff laughs, before turning to look down at Eddie. “So. Harrington.”

Eddie groans again, ignoring the sound of Jeff’s laughter. “I made the mistake of asking Henderson what he was doing later — trying to make fucking small talk, or something — and apparently our little sheepie is hanging out with Steve Harrington.”

“Wait,” Jeff says with a start, his brows furrowing. “Harrington hangs out with freshman nerds? Willingly? And he knows Dustin?”

“Fucking apparently,” Eddie exclaims, throwing his hands up into the air and letting them fall back down onto the mattress with a thump. “Henderson would not shut up about how cool it was Steve was hanging out with him, like he was trying to brag about it to me. Asking me if I fucking knew Steve Harrington like, hello? I live in Hawkins, everyone knows who Harrington is.”

“I was gonna ask if he was lying,” Jeff starts, bringing his hand up to his jaw to absently press and pick at his skin as he thinks. “But you’d think he’s smart enough to lie about something believable, at the very least.”

“He’s definitely lying,” Eddie replies, sighing, letting all the air exit his lungs in one slow exhale. “Because I cannot handle it being the truth. Harrington being hot, rich, charming, and nice to nerds like us? No way.”

“I was wondering when the crush was going to make it’s appearance,” Jeff replies, finally letting himself flop down beside Eddie. Rumpling his nicely made sheets, not caring as his abandoned magazine falls to the floor.

“Oh it’s been here the whole time Jeffothy,” Eddie says, stretching his legs out before letting them relax again. Picking at the navy blue fabric beneath him. “As soon as Dustin said Harrington’s name I felt my traitorous heart speed up.”

Eddie wasn’t lying and he a little felt ridiculous about it. Like some leading lady in a rom-com, the second the words Steve Harrington left Henderson’s mouth he felt his heart clench, his pulse quicken, and a horrid combo of shame and wanting curl around his stomach. His crush on Steve was always there, simmering in the recesses of his mind like the burning embers of a fire. Just waiting for something to come along and set it alight.

“And that’s the main reason you’re losing your shit?”

“Yeah,” Eddie sighs, sounding a little defeated, before perking himself up and sitting up, the mattress bouncing beneath him. Pushing those thoughts to the side. Thoughts of Steve Harrington and his amazing hair. His charming smile and warm eyes. Thoughts about him leaning in towards Eddie as they make conversation, so much Eddie can smell his cologne, his shampoo. And Steve will ask him questions about DnD, and actually sound interested about what Eddie would say back. Shaking his head a little, Eddie forces himself to not get lost in the fantasy.  “But enough about me, Sir Jeffington the Just. Any progress with Chrissy?”

Jeff just snorts, looking up at Eddie. “You say that like there’s progress to be had.”

“Come on,” Eddie starts, nudging Jeff’s side. “There’s gotta be something.”

“Not really,” He replies, taking a deep breath. “I stare at her in the halls at school like a lovesick fool and I don’t think she even knows who I am. There’s no way one of the cheerleaders knows my name.”

“You’re being too hard on yourself,” Eddie replies, pushing himself up off of Jeff’s bed and heads over to his desk, pushed up under the window. He had started to feel that itch under his skin, the twitching of his fingers, that feeling that he just couldn’t sit still anymore. So he moves to the desk, seats himself on Jeff’s nice office chair with the wheels, and fidgets with the mini’s he has scattered on the desk. “You’re hot and charming as hell, at least one of them has gotta know your name.”

“Not Chrissy though,” Jeff says, self-deprecating, pushing his socked foot along the carpet from where it hangs off the bed, gathering static. “Come on.”

Eddie sighs, long and drawn out and dramatic — turning into more of a groan at the end. They had done this song and dance before, Eddie hyping Jeff up, and his best friend responding with self deprecation. Jeff was a guy who was confident in himself, in his hobbies and interests — but when it came to love, he faltered.

Eddie could understand. They were both freaks who’ve never dated anyone, with crushes on two of the most popular teens in Hawkins. Peak conformists. It was never gonna happen but Eddie wanted.

“Fine.” He concedes. “We’re both pathetic, happy now?”

“Thrilled,” Jeff snorts, before sobering. “I just don’t want to get my hopes up, y’know? She’s with Jason and she’s not about to dump him to start looking my way.“

“I know,” Eddie replies, voice also sobering, so there’s something quieter about it now. He gently spins on the chair, pushing himself back and forth with his feet. Trying not to fidget too much, trying not to pick and rip at his nails. “I’m just trying to live vicariously through you a little because I am not handling my conversation with Henderson well. Chrissy just seems one step closer to us than Harrington. At least she’s still at Hawkins High and we actually see her on the regular. But what if Henderson is telling the truth and Steve like, picks him up from Hellfire? Leaning on the door frame, swinging his keys around his fingers, raising an eyebrow all sexy-like. Looking at me from across the room.”

“You think Henderson knows Chrissy as well?” Jeff jokes, sitting up and crossing a leg underneath himself. “Think he could put in a good word?”

Eddie snorts, rotating one of Jeff’s minis between his hands. “Definitely. That nerd is slowly collecting all the sexy jocks in Hawkins, just for us.”

There’s a moment of silence, slowly thickening in the air between them before Jeff sighs and looks up at the ceiling. “What would I even say to her? Hey Chrissy, I’m the DnD freak who thinks you’re super hot. I definitely haven’t started daydreaming about going to basketball games just so I can watch you cheer, wanna go out?”

“Oh my God, Jeff,” Eddie laughs, wiggling his legs, unable to contain himself.

“I know,” Jeff exhales with a laugh.

“When I asked if there was any progress on the Chrissy front,” Eddie says, laughing. “Why didn’t you tell me this?”

“Because it’s embarrassing! I’m so down bad it’s ridiculous.”

“This is a safe space, Jeffrey,” Eddie adds, nodding sagely. “I told you about how I started selling after games last year just so I could have an excuse to watch Harrington play. Did you see his thighs? Woof.”

“I did not see his thighs because I was busy lying to the others about how you were there because it was prime selling time, and you needed the extra cash to help Wayne,” Jeff adds, laughing., voice dropping into something more coy. Teasing. “And you definitely weren’t there because you were drooling over the idea of Harrington crushing your head in between his thick, sweaty, thighs.”

“As is my right, Jeff!” Eddie exclaims, feeling a little lighter, giddier, electric. A buzzing under his skin. Eddie launches himself off of the chair and towards Jeff — wrapping his arms around his waist and laughing all the while. Sending them both crashing into the mattress, rumpling Jeff’s neatly made bed even further. His face is pressed into Jeff’s chest, fabric of his Black Sabbath shirt soft against Eddie’s skin.

It always makes him feel better, talking about this sort of stuff with Jeff, letting it out, instead of holding it in. Eddie can feel Jeff laughing, his chest shaking underneath him as he wrestles Eddie off. Not hard enough to hurt.

He rolls off of Jeff, letting go of his waist, laughing as Jeff softly kicks him in the leg.

“I really can’t blame you though,” Jeff admits, looking over at Eddie. “Chrissy in that cheerleader skirt of hers is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“It’s all about the thighs, I told you!” Eddie exclaims, laughing as he playfully shoves at Jeff again. Gripping the sleeves of his shirt, gently pushing and pulling him. His best friend lets himself be moved, used to Eddie’s shenanigans by now. “You want to give her a thigh hickey so bad, don’t ya, Jeffrey? Or maybe it’s her ass? All perky and round from cheer.”

Eddie cackles as Jeff covers his face with his hands, groaning, and almost definitely flustered.  He drags his hands down his face, drawing out the groan, before tuning to Eddie.

“I’m trying so hard not to get too gross about this, dude,” Jeff starts. “But you are not helping.”

“Nothing wrong with being a little gross with your friends,” Eddie says, slowly stopping his shoving at Jeff, moving his hand to gently pick at a stray thread. “I know you’re not, like, gonna be gross with her. I mean, unless she likes it.”

“Eddie!” Jeff exclaims, although he’s smiling, as he shoves his best friend off the bed.

Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

[imissnanami]

desperate 4 u | pathetic!choso x f!reader

Choso masturbates to a polaroid of u using a pocketpuss 

🌸Content | MDNI, male masturbation, masturbating to photos, sex toys/pocket pussy, swearing, pet name baby/baby girl, multiple orgasm & overstim, not proofread oops

Choso couldn’t help but feel giddy as he prepared his bed for his jerk of session. He usually found himself half way to cumming before the thought popped into his head, crashing on whatever surface was the closest. Trembling hands pull dirty clothes and blankets off his bed, in his excitement he misses his sock twice before flinging it behind himself. 

As he moved the pillows to the head of the bed, he could feel just how hard he was in his pants. The loose fabric of his shorts did nothing to provide pressure on his sensitive cock. What it did do, however, was drag teasing featherlight touches across his bulbous head. If he focused hard on his sense of touch as his length bobbed, he could feel the cool edges of the wet material, his precum having left an ever-expanding patch. 

His brows furrowed as he whined, getting impatient, eyes searching for anything he missed before he sits down. Having already shed his shirt the moment he entered the room, Choso went for the elastic band of his shorts. Lifting his hips, he pulled the band upwards and over with both thumbs. His thick dick waved in the air, too hard to lie flat on his stomach. 

“Fuck, I’m so horny,” Choso whispered to himself, throwing his shorts to the floor. Knowing if he touched himself now, it would all be pointless, Choso took a few deep breaths before leaning over to his bedside table. Opening the bottom drawer, he grabbed the stack of polaroids and a roll of tape. Dropping the roll on his chest he shuffled through them. 

Dozens of polaroids all had the same subject, Y/N. Some, of her fully clothed, but most from a beach trip they took two months ago. A tiny purple bikini was all she wore. Breasts nearly spilling out of the too small cups, and ties of the bikini bottoms digging into full hips. There were so many provocative poses from her and Shoko’s ‘model shoot’. Flipping to the second last one, his breath hitched and his cock twitched. A large bead of precum slipped out of his slit, globbing down his length and pooling at the base. 

Shoko had insisted Choso should get a better angle, to make her look taller, so Choso was sat on the sand. While it made Shoko look taller, what he didn't expect was for this new angle to give him a perfect shot of your ass. More precisely the bottom of your ass and in between your legs. What’s worse, was that you decided to turn around. Your plush thighs stood open, leaving enough room for the lens to get a good glimpse of your covered pussy. 

Having just come out of the water a few minutes ago, the thin bathing suit fabric clung to your lips, accentuating every swell and dip. The fabric was darker than the rest of the bottoms, having taken longer to dry, but Choso likes to think it was for another reason. Precisely? Him. Looking up, your cute tummy looked so soft. And further up, the tiny triangles barely covered your nipples, obvious by the fact they poked into the very edge of the fabric, making them so easy to locate. But what made the picture Choso’s favourite, was the fact he caught you looking right at him. Your eyes slightly off centre, looking past the lens to where Choso was, behind it. 

Yep, this one. 

Carefully pulling placing his precious polaroids back into the drawer, he rips off a piece of tape and turns around on the bed. Making sure the strip of tape didn’t cover any of the image, Choso taped it at the centre of his headboard. Flopping back on his back, he could feel his heart beating faster, knowing he'd finally be able to start soon. 

Reaching back in the drawer, he felt around for his favourite toy. It was a simple, clear pocket pussy. Bringing it up, he put it beside him. 

Closing his eyes, Choso placed his hands on his chest. Feeling his hard nipples on his palms, he begins circling the left while pinching his right nipple. Biting his lip he muffles a sweet whine that tired to escape. Licking his lips he drags his hand down his front, pressing into his abs and tracing the centre line. 

Cracking his eyes open he watches as he reaches his pubes. He gives the dark hair a gentle tug, moaning low in his chest as his cock bobs in the air. The red tip glistening, veins more prominent from the neglect. Choso licks his lips again, biting his bottom lip. Tracing his finger in the pool of precum, he closes his hand, spreading it along his palm. Taking a deep breath and looking through half lidded eyes, his wet hand hovers around his base before closing. 

Choso feels like he could cum right then and there. His brows pinch together as he moans into the room, breath catching in his chest. Creating a tight fist, he drags it up and down his length. Once. Twice. A third time. But the fourth his eyes have slipped shut again and he sighs at each tug. The slick sound of his hand on his dick makes him whine out your name before babbling;

“need you...hnggg please, fuck...need your pussy on meee,”

A clumsy hand pats around the bed beside him, trying to find the sex toy. Once his sticky fingers find it, he’s bringing it up to his mouth, moaning. Pressing the silicon toy to his lips he groans out;

“fuck Y/N, please sit on my face,” 

Leaning up against the toy, Choso makes out with the lips. His tongue licking into the tight hole, pushing his face deeper into it, bending his nose in the process. His laboured breathing speeds up as he continues to masturbate himself. Fuck, does he wish you were sat on his face right now. Choso wonders what your pretty moans would sound like. Would you sigh your pleasure or were you more of a whiner. Shit. Would you whine his name? Screwing his eyes tighter, Choso could feel the tears slipping down his cheeks. Biting back a sob of pleasure he realizes that he’s much closer than he’d like to be. 

Ripping the pocket pussy from his mouth, he gives himself one more stroke before flipping himself on all fours. His hazy eyes focus on the polaroid taped to his headboard. Biting his lip he strokes the side of your face in the picture.

“hold on just a sec baby. Gotta line myself up here” 

Tugging a pillow down he folds it and wedges the toy in between the pillow and the mattress. Hissing as he uses one hand to guide his length to the opening of the toy, the other arm supports his weight. Glancing back up at the photo of you be begins speaking again. 

“all ready baby,” Choso smears the his tip along the silicon lips, groaning. The texture of the toy rub against the sensitive nerves of his cockhead. Choso adds more pressure and moans as he grinds the bottom of his tip on the fake clit. 

“please baby, please tell me you want this” Choso lip wobbles as he tries to focus on your cute face. His eyes sliding down to your pussy and how much detail your wet bathing suit captured. Biting his lips he talks to you again, his hips gently thrusting;

“please, you do, don't you? You want my thick- fuhnggck, my thick cock in your pussy? Of course you do. Fuck baby girl. Imma put it in...ok?” Without warning Choso’s tip slips into the toy, past the first tight ring. 

Choso tightly shuts his eyes as he bites down hard on his lip, tasting blood. Fuck, he couldn't cum so early, what would he do when he really had you in his bed? He deliriously thought. Holding his breath he began to push in, his mouth hanging open in a silent moan. He couldn't help but focus on how each ridge of the toy gripped and squeezed his length. The tightness was driving him insane as he pulled his hips back, pulling himself from the toy. 

All at once Choso felt his eyes tear up as a sob escaped him. The suction from the toy created a vacuum that just felt too good on his sensitive head. Trying, and failing, to maintain eye contact with your picture, Choso closed his eyes and conjured up a prefect mental image of you. Wrapping his arms around the pillows, his hips began to thrust in earnest now. Heavy and quick ruts shook the bed as he struggled to talk through sobs of pleasure. 

“’m so sorry baby..can’t slow down...feels too good...’m sorry fuck, so tight”

His whines continued to fill the room as he shoved his face into the pillows. Wanting nothing more than to suck on your perky nipples. Choso whimpered and found the corner of his pillow. Moaning as his tongue flicked along the seam, soaking it. As he thrust into the pillow, it began to shift. With a particularly aggressive jerk the toy slipped to a new angle. Choso’s eyes rolled back in his skull as his hips wildly thrust into the toy, rhythm lost. The feeling of cold air hitting his wet balls, mixed with the suction on his swollen tip and your face painted in his mind had Choso cumming harder than he ever has before. The feeling starting in his stomach spread as his muscles tensed painfully, teeth grinding on the pillow in his mouth, face crumpling in pleasure as tears ran down his face. Choso’s entire body convulsed as rope after rope of hot sticky cum painted the clear toy white. Panting like an animal he finally stilled after the longest orgasm of his life. 

After the afterglow had passed, Choso begins by slowly unclenching his hands from the pillows, stiff joints protesting. A loud sob rips itself from his throat as his hips move, shifting his still hard length in the toy. Whimpering he carefully lifts himself on shaky arms, reaching down to try and pull himself out. Gentle tugs and attempts to get the toy off did not go to plan. The overstimulation making Choso cry and pant quick breaths. The sensation was overwhelming as he tries again, this time pulling harder. It hurt, but felt so good too. 

“Fuck” He whimpers, but for some reason his hand goes to tug the toy on his length again. The voice in the back of his head telling him to keep going, to continue. His hips weakly squirm, not knowing if he wanted to chase or run away from the extreme feeling. Moaning he feels that familiar sensation in his stomach. He was gonna cum again. With the one brain cell he has left, he takes his chance and braces himself. Teetering on the edge, he holds his base with one hand and the toy in the other. His mouth opens in a silent cry he pulls the toy clean off. Thinner ropes of cum spurt from his tip as he curls in on himself. Body tensing before un-tensing and relaxing, cock finally softening. Collapsing back into his bed, his head feels fuzzy as his ears ring slightly. Once his breathing returns to normal, he can’t help but chuckle and hum in satisfaction, stretching. 

Yes he still needs to clean up, but, he’s also already planning next time. 

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[thewinterpoet2]

ROXANNE

Jake Peralta x Reader

In which the reader is a secret vocalist outside of work as a detective in the 99th precinct, Jake becomes suspicious which leads to feelings rising to the surface.

WARNINGS: Swearing, themes of crime, theft, interrogation.

Word count: 15,654

Y/N~ Your Name

L/N~ Last Name

The first time Jake started to become suspicious of Y/N was on a random Thursday in December.

It was nearing Christmas which meant crime in Brooklyn had reached a new level of stupid, leading every Detective and Beat Cop to internally curse every black Friday sale to hell for eternity.

The squad of the 99th Precinct tended to be divided around the holidays, Boyle sprung into action, in true Boyle fashion, buying ridiculously expensive gifts for, well, everyone.

Santiago spent countless hours writing Christmas cards, and for the fifth year in a row, apologised incessantly to an exhausted UPS driver as she reluctantly returned all her holiday gifts for Captain Holt.

Gina loved Christmas and celebrated, to some, in what would be a very unusual way. But in her defence, setting up a PO box for her fans, meant she could have a very cheap Christmas. Thrifty and entrepreneurial, that's Gina.

Whereas, some members of the squad weren't as keen on Christmas. We know how Jake feels about Thanksgiving and with no suprise, this translates to his views around Christmas, too.

Rosa Diaz, although she hides it very well, spends Christmas with her family every year. Now her sexuality was out in the open, the healing her family went through have led, thankfully, to a much closer relationship. Rosa would never say this out loud, but knowing that they're fighting in her corner, is the best gift she could have ever asked for.

Oh, but if you asked she'd definitely tell you to "Mind your own fucking business before I get involved in yours" and according to her, "you definitely don't want that, do you?"

Jake Peralta was a great detective but a tricky human being. To put it bluntly, Jake hated Christmas. He hated carols, trees, "little scary elves that show up everywhere", and most of all, romcoms. Jake despised hallmark romance films. Was it because he was single for the 8th Christmas in a row? Who could tell, but he'd certainly deny it if anyone had the courage to ask.

Y/N, was definitely the wildcard out of the squad, especially when it came to the holidays. She'd told every detective the same bullshit tale of how she was going back to England to see her family for the holidays, how her least favourite gift is socks, how more than anything she hates carolling. Because, jesus, no one wants to hear her sing!

Detective L/N was a liar, for many reasons. Yes she was from England but she actually didn't mind socks and the biggest lie of all, maybe she'd convinced the detectives they wouldn't want to hear her sing... But her bandmates and their followers definitely did.

See, Y/N wasn't just a Detective, she was a trained singer, performer and songwriter. After work she tended to dodge Shaw's to head to band practice or straight to a gig, not that anyone had figured that out of course.

Not yet anyway.

Tne first time Jake became suspicious of Y/N was on a random Thursday in December.

Jake and Y/N were in the middle of interrogating a perp, nothing too gruesome or inhumane, a couple counts of petty theft and something that would hopefully have led to a new lead about a future bank heist.

William Dobson was his name.

"Why do all these perps have such boring names, why isn't he called Franco Goldminer"

Peralta turned around, slamming an evidence file onto the nearest desk. Y/N looked unamused at the topic of conversation but not surprised, it was Jake after all.

"Because I'm pretty sure 'Franco Goldminer' is A) too obvious for a criminal B) kind of ironic and C) sounds like an idiot that still lives with his mum in his 30s"

Jake's eyes twinkled at her quick and easy retort, not that she'd have seen that of course.

"Nah I stand by it, he's got a dumb name"

Scoffing Y/N stopped reading the provided statement, sighing in conclusion, rubbing her face with her hands,

"So we've got nothing, Jesus."

Peralta let out a sigh of annoyance,

"L/N why don't you go talk to him, I'll watch and see if he opens up to you"

Giving a cheeky grin he continued,

"I would say you could try annoy him into talking but you basically do that anyway"

Slapping his shoulder Y/N walked straight back into interrogation, ignoring his laughter trailing behind her.

William looks up at Y/N, recognition dawning on his face.

Fuck, this wasn't good.

"So Dobson, recount the night of the 16th for me again, seems some details don't match up from the tapes-"

Mid sentence you're cut off,

"Do I know you from somewhere?"

Y/N made a sound of aggravation at being cut off

"Small world, lots of people. Anyway the footage shows a different time to the one you claim you-"

"Roxanne on 5th right?"

Shit, shit, SHIT. Y/N's blood ran cold at the name of the club she performs at, it's nice to meet fans, just not in the middle of an interrogation.

Fuck she had to play this off cool, nochelant, like nothing happened.

"I don't care about your personal life Dobson, you're here because you're a criminal. Distraction techniques won't work with me, I don't recall being your best friend, Sir"

Awesome she thought, professional and managed to get an insult in at the same time.

"aren't you in that ba-"

Slamming her file onto the table

"Jesus give it a rest you don't know me"

Y/N's voice came out high pitched, aggravated and very, well, unlike her. This was enough to peek Peralta's interest from behind the glass, this wasn't the Y/N he knew, his coworker who hated anything boring but rarely took risks.

Hands up in defeat, Dobson backs down and the interrogation continues as it was before, absolutely useless.

What Y/N didn't know is Peralta was on the other side of the glass, a puzzled expression on his face;

This was the day Jake Peralta made it his mission to investigate further.

"Who are you Y/N?" He mumbled.

A few weeks later, Jake stopped going to Shaws with the squad.

This in itself was confusing for his fellow detectives, Boyle was practically heartbroken thinking that he'd done something to scare his best friend off.

This led to Boyle doing everything he could to try and entice Jake to their bar, regardless of how weird it was.

Boyle is Boyle, he's very extra, but he's got such a big heart and that's all that mattered to Jake.

However, Charles' interference was only causing Jake more stress, his plan needed to be a secret to be able to make this work.

It was a Friday night, the day before New Year's Eve. Y/N had requested annual leave tomorrow, something that was rarely granted on holiday's (thanks again New York) Jake managed to find this much out from a single conversation with Gina, oh, and because the holiday schedule was on a public server but that seemed too easy.

If he wasn't suspicious before, he definitely was now, something was in the water and he simply had to know what was going on.

It's not like Jake was OBSESSED with Y/N, he just wanted to know her on a more personal level and she made that incredibly difficult.

"I like to keep myself to myself, work is work, home is home. Keep them separate"

Her beautiful voice repeated the devastating series of words more times than he'd have liked to have heard them. Never. None. No thanks.

He'd invited her to Shaw's so many times he'd lost count, he'd asked if she wanted to watch Die Hard at his apartment, he'd even asked if he could do more overtime so he could spend more time with her. In the 6 years he'd worked with her he'd made absolutely zero progress, it's hard to fancy someone that doesn't acknowledge your existence.

Jake thinks Y/N is perfect.

Plain and simple.

Starring at her, lost in thought. He thinks about her eyes, how he wishes one day she'd look at him with the same love and happiness he looked at her with. He wonders what their kids would look like, okay Jake that's a bit far you're sounding a bit like Charles, he internally scolds himself.

"JAKE" Y/N snapped her fingers to get his attention, a look that can only be described as concern adorning her features.

"Huh? Oh yes, yes. I agree, yes let's do that. Whatever it was you said" He rambled at the speed of light, pretending to have acknowledged the last 20 mins that don't exist in his mind.

A smirk grew on Y/N's face, something he barely saw but made him feel like the room just got 20 times hotter.

"Oh so you were listening, yeah? Fabulous, so we can go ahead and schedule the hip replacement..."

Jake's eyes grew wide, babbling out some incoherent nonsense he managed to find two words; "HIP REPLACEMENT?"

Y/N couldn't hold back anymore and cried with laughter, barely being able to form any words.

"I was talking to you about someone I booked using their need for a hip replacement as an excuse, I joked she could use yours" wiping away tears, Y/N's laughter dies down seeing his daze and confusion.

"Are you okay, Jake?" Starring him down, he does what he does best, panics.

"I have to go" Jake stands up bolts out the room at top speed, leaving a very concerned Y/N.

Y/N has always liked Jake, he's bubbly, silly, but cares so much about everyone in his life, he'd go above and beyond for anyone and that's something you can't buy. She has wanted to let him into her personal life for a while but mixing personal and professional has never worked in her favour so she stops herself from letting things get weird and complicated again. Life is as complicated as she makes it after all.

Tomorrow Y/N's band were performing at Roxanne again for their NYE party, she was debuting the title song of their new cover album. Y/N has always been such a huge Fleetwood Mac fan, so "Go Your Own Way" definitely made the cut, providing, Jamie and Simon (her bandmates) were okay with that of course. She was excited, finally time to let her hair down and shed any stress from work.

Jake, after running out at top speed, took to his phone, made a few calls and booked a table tomorrow night for nine people.

At Roxanne.

Jake, Charles, Rosa, Amy, Terry, Captain Holt, Gina, Sully and Hitchcock.

And Y/N had no idea.

Well, neither did anyone other than Jake. This was going to be interesting.

The morning of NYE came and Y/N was ecstatic, eating breakfast at lighting speed, grabbing a coffee, brushing her teeth and then heading to the subway, felt like seconds. You know what they say, time flies when you're having fun.

Y/N arrived at Roxanne at just gone 1pm and immediately hugged Jamie who gave a huge grin seeing her arrival.

"Hi baby! Don't you look a treat, you excited for later?"

Blushing and hitting his shoulder Y/N laughed at his brash complimenting.

"Yeah, yeah, save it Jame, where's your boyfriend? He better not be hiding, we're fucked without him"

"Right here gorgeous"

Y/N jumped and let out a sharp gasp seeing him right behind her.

"Don't scare me like that, dick!"

Laughing he pulled her into a hug.

"Ready to blow the world away with your pipes tonight angel?"

Laughing gently she said "As ready as I'll ever be, right let's practice idiots. Then we can grab some food before we have to change"

Y/N had her mind free from work and Jake, but for Jake, well that was another story.

To Jake this was a stakeout, he had no idea whether he'd find a Mafia organisation or nothing at all. He phoned up Roxanne to ask about the event but all they said was to "Check the damn website, it's not 1942 anymore" and the website hadn't been updated in months.

Jake was terrified.

An afternoon turned into the evening and soon Y/N was slipping on a red sequined dress, black knee high boots, two lace black gloves, smokey, dark makeup and her hair was in curls, ready to take to the stage.

Roxanne was bustling already and it had only just gone 8, she was on in 30 mins and this was their moment.

Warmed up and excited, adrenaline coursing through her veins, she jumped up and down to hype herself up, she had got this.

Jake on the other hand, was only just getting ready, nothing too extravagant just a classic shirt, no tie and a jacket, but a clean jacket so it counts, right? The table was booked for 9 and he had no idea what was going to happen or what would be uncovered.

5 minutes to their opening call, Jamie, Simon and Y/N were all hugging and hyping up each other, knowing this was going to be the performance of a lifetime.

The crowd are cheering already, the bar is stacked and there's no space in the room, the floor is filled to the brim full of people and the only remaining space is one singular table on the balcony of the club, a reserved sign sitting neatly in the center.

"LADIES, THEYDIES AND GENTLEMEN, TONIGHT WE TAKE YOU INTO THE NEW YEAR IN STYLE, YOU KNOW THEM, YOU LOVE THEM, IT'S 'CRIME ME A RIVER"

Running out onto the stage, the heat from the stage lights hit Y/N and then everything changed, her body felt warm and she'd never felt more comfortable. The first notes started of Go Your Own Way and she took a breath then started to sing.

Loving you

Isn't the right thing to do

How can I ever change things

That I feel?

The crowd scream at the sound of her voice, the sweet melody carrying through the entire club, out the doors, into the night.

If I could

Baby, I'd give you my world

How can I

When you won't take it from me?

Y/N can't help but think about Jake as she sings, music really is true to the heart and god what her heart wants more than anything is him.

You can go your own way

Go your own way

You can call it

Another lonely day

You can go your own way

Go your own way

Jake and the squad pull up to the club, Terry already confused about why they're at such a random location on NYE when they could be at Shaws or "somewhere that doesn't look straight out of the Rocky Horror Picture Show"

Squeezing through the crowd blocking the entrance to the club, Jake heard Amy gasp.

"Oh my god, Jake"

"No fucking way" Rosa chimed in.

"This is unexpected" Gina remarked.

"Terry did not see this coming" Terry exclaimed.

Tell me why

Everything turned around

Packing up

Shacking up is all you want to do

Looking at his shocked colleagues, Jake followed their eyeline to the stage, seeing Y/N he unconsciously held his breath. She looked out of this world, so out of character from the person he shares a desk space with, but at the same time, she'd never looked more, her. His heart beating faster than the beat of the music, he turned to look at the squad once more, seeing Rosa's smirk, Amy's disbelief, Terry's enjoyment, Boyle squealing like a child at Jake's reaction.

"Oh Jakey, I knew you liked her, I knew it, I can't wait to be best man at your wedding" Charles then carried on monologuing but it all drowned out to Jake who only heard Y/N, oh boy, could she sing.

If I could

Baby, I'd give you my world

Open up

Everything's waiting for you

During this moment he imagined Y/N was singing directly to him, his heart fluttered and in that moment he knew he had to tell Y/N, he just had to. Or he'd explode.

You can go your own way

Go your own way

You can call it

Another lonely day

You can go your own way

Go your own way

All the squad started pushing past the crowd to try and get as near to the stage as possible, ignoring their table completely (well apart from Hitchcock and Scully) cheering, dancing and having a great time. Enjoying every second.

On the last note of Y/N's performance she took a breath and basked in the screaming of the crowd.

"THANK YOU! MY NAME IS Y/N AND WE'RE HERE SO YOU CAN HAVE A GOOD TIME, DO WE WANT A GOOD TIME?"

Hearing a scream of "YES" she continued by saying "OKAY SO HERE'S OUR NEXT SONG, THIS ONE IS A BIT DIFFERENT, IT'S MORE OF A POWER BALLED, ARE WE READY?"

But before the first note could be sang Y/N made direct eye contact with Jake, who was fondly shaking his head in disbelief. She smiled widely and blushed a deep red.

She knew they'd talk after, and he did too. But for now she'd show how she loved him by showing him who she really was, Unapologetically and he loved nothing more.

AUTHORS NOTE: Hey guys! I hope you enjoy this fic, might do a part 2, if you want to be added to a taglist or if you want a part 2 full stop please let me know:) unedited so it's definitely not perfect haha. Enjoy!

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Hear me out: Rockstar Poly!marauders and Rockstar!reader???? Like, maybe no one knew the marauders was dating reader till they performed together for an event?????

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rockstar poly!marauders x rockstar!reader ♡ 1k words

The tabloids had started speculating when too many of your tour dates lined up. It’s only natural that you’d end up spending some time together, in the same occupation and occupying the same spheres, so you were seen with each of the boys at various eateries, at afterparties, on the street. The only problem for journalists was, they couldn’t figure out which band member you were dating. 

They were clutching at straws. A picture of you grabbing Remus’ hand to pull him into a store, an interview wherein Sirius had complimented your new single, a zoomed-in video of James carrying four coffees back up to the hotel instead of three. The speculation was all over the place, scattered and nearly baseless. 

Not after tonight. It had been Lily, the Marauders’ manager, who’d had the idea to take this story by the reins. She’d pointed out that fans were only getting more obsessed with the question of which of the boys you were dating, and with both of you releasing new albums soon, it was as good a time as any to capitalize on that interest. Plus, if you did the big reveal before any magazine could figure it out, it’d be your concert that went viral, not their publication. “More press,” she’d said enticingly, “means more people learning your names and listening to your music.” 

You’d thought the boys would be the ones to have qualms. Remus wasn’t the type to enjoy making his private life public (it was more an unfortunate side-effect of his career than a draw) and James always talked about how keeping your relationship a secret made it feel less like they had to share you with everyone else, but in the end, they got on board with Lily’s scheme quickly. You all agreed that someone was going to figure you all out sooner or later, and if your romantic life was going to be broadcast, it may as well be on your own terms. 

Still, that doesn’t mean you’re not nervous. 

“Loosen up, angel,” James says, prodding at your foot with his as you lie on Remus’ chest, picking through his usually well-guarded stash of chocolate. “This is supposed to be fun, remember?” 

“It’s not the show I’m worried about,” you say, rubbing your socked foot along his mindlessly. “I’m excited to play with you guys, I just wish we could do that without everyone making assumptions.” 

Remus hums in agreement, but Sirius makes a derisive sound, turning to look at you from the mirror. His eyeliner is half done, making one eye seem big and dangerous and the other naked. 

“You two are being so dramatic,” he says. “Of course they’re gonna assume, and they’ll be right. That’s the point.” 

You sigh, tipping your head back onto Remus’ shoulder, and he runs his hand up and down your side commiseratively. 

“It’s going to be a great show.” James tries again to lift your foul mood. You try to look less dismal in return. “You and Sirius’ voices go so well together, the crowd will love it.”

“It’s true.” Sirius smirks at you through the mirror. “And later, we’ll go to the afterparty—”

“Do we really have to?” Remus asks.

James looks sympathetic, reaching forward to rub his calf consolingly. “‘Fraid so, love. Lily says the only way to control the narrative is to talk to people after the show. We don’t have to stay the whole time, but we’ll practically be on the clock.”

“Anyway,” Sirius goes on. “We’ll go to the afterparty, and everyone will tell us how cute we are together, and everyone north of the equator will want to be us and fuck us at the same time.” 

You can tell Remus has something to say about that, but before he can, Lily pops her head into the dressing room. “Guys, the opener is finishing up,” she says, eyes lingering on each of your faces assessingly. “Everyone ready?”

“Just a second…yeah,” Sirius says, finishing his perfectly messy eyeliner. “Ready.”

Lily nods before ducking back out, off to go coordinate light technicians or whatever she does in the rush before shows. James offers you and Remus a hand each, hauling you up. You lick your thumb, wiping a bit of chocolate from the side of Remus’ mouth, and he gives you a half-smile of thanks. 

“We got this,” you whisper to him, and he takes your hand, squeezing lightly. 

“I know we do, sweetheart.” 

Sirius is the only one talking as you all make your way to the side of the stage, the crowd cheering loudly as the opening act wraps up their set. 

“Hey.” A hand lands on your shoulder, and you turn to find James attached to it. He’s looking at you with more than the usual pre-show nerves, something more like worry. “Are you really upset about this? We don’t have to go through with it, it’s not too late to tell Lily it’s off.” 

Yes it is, but he’s a sweetheart for saying so. “No, I’m okay,” you promise, reaching up to squeeze his wrist reassuringly. The other band is exiting on the opposite side of the stage, the lights going out. You’re going to be going out there any minute. “I’m excited to perform with you guys, and…and I’m ready to be done with the sneaking around. I’m just nervous, I guess.” 

James slides his hand up from your shoulder to cup your face, your hand still clasped loosely around his wrist. He smooths his thumb over your cheek fondly, eyes gone soft under the faint glaze of adrenaline. “Don’t be, sweetheart. You’re going to do great, and we’ll all be up there together.” He stoops lower so only you can hear him. “Just between us, you and Sirius sound great together, but you can hit notes he never could. They’re gonna love you out there.” 

You grin, and Sirius turns around, eyeing the both of you. “I heard my name,” he says accusingly. “What’re we talking about?”

The lights come back on, and that’s your cue. “Nothing!” you chirp, grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the stage. “Let’s go.”

[florenceafternoon]

━。゜✿ jily fic recommendations ✿ ゜。━

You know when you read a fic and love it so much that you want to find one exactly like it but different. Anyways, more Alternate Universe fics.

For reference, anything in italics is taken from the summaries on ao3.

These first few fics are all by elanev91 on ao3 (ao3 account required).

Force of Habit

Lily's been riding the same train back and forth to work for the last two and a half years and lowkey fancies the guy who sits one row up from her usual seat.

TW: parent death discussed

The fic that inspired the intro (I love it so much you don't understand)

Waffle Wars

There's only one waffle maker in the dining hall and it literally always breaks. So, naturally, the only reasonable course of action is to meticulously map out when it's working and, ultimately, do a heist.

every day I like you a little mower

Lily was JUST trying to be a good daughter and help her father with his yard work. Too bad the bloke next door is always outside and also the most annoyingly talkative person on the planet.

we could be gigantic series

Lily and James have been best friends since they were kids. Uni, a band, a trip abroad, a few tours and a couple of albums later, things start to change. Half an email fic, half a regular ol' narrative.

it wasn't a pity invite

Prompt: my family invites you to join our holiday meal as an obvious setup and omg i’m so sorry

The one where they’re both doctors - also Northern Irish Lily.

One Direction on the A4

James and Lily are having quite the morning. James thinks a little nonsense might fix it. Or James is a dork and Lily loves it.

Ye Olde Smut Fic

Student recruitment fairs suck, but never fear -- Professor Evans and Professor Potter have figured out how to make it a little less annoying.

Professor AU, Modern AU, Muggle AU. Smutty ridiculousness. Plot questionable.

The tragedy is that they live in America

The Yeast I Can Do

Dr Lily Evans had an absolute shit day at work. Luckily, there's a bakery nearby that offers a course that she hopes will take her mind off of things.

For my fellow jily & wolfstar enjoyers, go do yourself a favour and check out their other works on ao3.

Teenage Kicks by @arianatwycross

It all starts with Lily being hired to be the bands tour photographer, then she actually meets the band and she quickly becomes absorbed by their fast lifestyle, their pranks and the hot lead singer. But its not exactly simple to be crushing on a famous Rockstar, is it?

Foam Hearts by Sleepinghookah (on ao3)

Coffee shop AU. A story in which James and Lily are blind - both in entirely different ways.

I promise he's not a bad person. You've got to read till the end and it'll make sense

When The Skies Are Gray by @athenasparrow

“Carry me?” Lily scoffed, biting her lip so she wouldn’t laugh in his face. Because he was about to do something nice for her. “I’m not some damsel in distress who can’t walk! I just need a bit of cover to make it to the tube.”

OR: two strangers, one umbrella, and a little bit of fate.

Tranquil Solitude (Until You Came Along) by @thelighthousestale

Prompt: I thought I went skinny dipping alone but oh my god this beautiful human is also here naked and I am a fool

All Lily wanted to do was take a nice, quiet swim on a hot day. And then James Potter showed up. And Lily had already removed her clothes for the private swim.

it would have been sweet by @firefeufuego

‘Lily,’ he says in her ear, voice slurred and barely audible above the pulsing bass of the music, ‘is there a reason I shouldn’t marry her?’

She can taste the truth bittersweet on her tongue: Yes of course there is, you colossal, darling idiot, you’re meant to be mine. But there’s the ring on Charlotte’s finger and there’s the one Lily found in Eddie’s sock drawer, and how can she be this person? The one who steals someone’s fiancé on his stag night? That’s not who she is, that won’t be who she is. ‘Of course not, James. You’ll make each other so happy.’ She nearly chokes on the lie as it leaves her mouth, all the more so because most of it isn’t even a lie at all.

For my second chance romance girls

This Hope is Treacherous by @tinyluminaryzombie

Lily Evans and James Potter: Aquentiences, Academic rivals, and now, Friends.

Except "friends" doesn't exactly feel right but Lily's too scared to do anything about it. But as James and her keep acting like more-than-friends she's unraveling with the uncertainty of it all.

OR: Choosing to fall in love can be just as thrilling and terrifying as love at first sight.

The Viscount's Daughter by @ghostofbambifanfiction

The beautiful, vivacious, and decidedly redheaded daughter of the 16th Viscount of Rowena has stolen the heart of young Prince James. Trouble is, she couldn't be less interested in him.

Thought it was abandoned but the author posted a snippet recently so maybe not?

The Queen of the Quills - Jily Edition by @elliemarchetti 

Lily and Petunia read the Queen of the Quills' latest column on James Potter, while the bachelor announces to his friends that he intends to get married.

Quest for Camelot by the incredible @petalsthefish

After the legendary Excalibur sword is stolen, Lily and James embark on a quest to retrieve the lost weapon. Lily searches for the sword to prove she is capable of being a knight despite being a girl. James searches because his falcon, Marlene, is desperate to find it for her master, Merlin. Along the way, they attempt to outwit the sinister Ruber, navigate through magical obstacles, decode puzzling prophecies, and uncover surprising similarities between themselves.

As their journey progresses, they both cannot deny the feelings growing between them with each passing day. Will they make it out of the quest alive, or will one of them perish in the ever-growing darkness that threatens to swallow the entire realm if Ruber gets his hands on the sword?

Based on the 1998 movie Quest for Camelot, but with more plot and less singing

Fearlessly Red also by @ /petalsthefish

Red. It was such an interesting color to correlate with emotion because it was on both ends of the spectrum. On one end there was happiness, falling in love, passion, all that. On the other end was jealousy, fear and frustration. Maybe that's why James thought the nickname fit Lily so well.

or Bodyguard!James/Celebrity!Lily

Get A Room bt @chierafied

The long-awaited trip to London goes awry when Marlene chooses to spend time with her boyfriend - forcing Lily to share their room with none other than James Potter.

you don't know me (but I know you) by @emeralddoeadeer

Lily has a crush, she knows his face well but can only imagine his name; until they meet that is.

About Time by heartablaze (on ao3)

Before his final year started, James Potter offered to be a resident advisor for a first-year dorm. What he didn’t count on was dealing with a confusing redhead across the hall, hospital visits, hallway parties and writing his thesis the night before it was due. Blimey. (Muggle Uni AU)

Unexpectedly in Love by jamespotters_exgirlfriend (on ao3)

When Lily Evans entered her final year of uni, she certainly didn’t expect to fall in love with James Potter. And well, let’s just say love isn’t the only unexpected thing to come out of their relationship.

Far Post by @eastwindmlk

James Potter and his friends are very serious about their pub football league. So, when the new roster comes out and there is a new team on there, an all women's team, he and Sirius set out to investigate.

You Know How To Ball, I Know Aristotle by @wearingaberetinparis

Now that the global superstar, Grammy-winning singer-songwriter Lily Evans and professional football player James Potter are together, they have to juggle the difficulties of a relationship in the public eye. Fresh off her World Tour, Lily Evans arrives at Wembley Stadium one year after James Potter first attended her show, to perform there for one final weekend before heading to the studio to record her next album. Her boyfriend, in the meantime, is off to Germany to play at the Euros for England. How will they ever make their relationship work when Lily is - so the press loves to imply - the least supportive WAG of the tournament?

sequal to And You Heard About Me (Ooh, We’ve Got Some Big Enemies!)

It's been a long time coming and it did not disappoint

I've recommended Three Swipes, You're Out by @naireides before, but I recently came across it's sequel making spirits bright

Sports star James Potter tries to pick Lily up on tinder. Lily Evans, a dedicated not sports fan is offended by the idea that someone thinks she wouldn't recognize James Potter's face. She laughs about it with her friends at a bar, until James Potter, who also frequents that bar, comes over to clarify that nope, he's on tinder, and he's definitely hitting on her.

...

She should have expected it to be hard, dating a celebrity, but somehow she and James make it work.

[zaynontour]

🌿 Take Me Higher Than I've Ever Been by crimsontheory @ireallysawanangel [51k]

Harry is pretty simple. He goes to work everyday, comes home, then watches Netflix with his cat. And if he happens to have a tiny little crush on his coworker, then that’s just his own business.

🌿 Crave** by dimpled_halo @comebackassholes [90k]

All eyes are on Louis Tomlinson to bring new talent to save Hanover Records from the mess the previous executive left behind. His newest artist, Harry Styles, is charismatic and everything Louis needs to revive the label. It’s up to Louis and his team to make Harry the star he was born to be. When Harry and Louis come face to face, it isn’t the first time they’ve met, and their worlds are about to be turned upside down.

🌿 Young Gods by sincewewereeighteen [77k]

“Why don’t you stay?” Harry looked down at him and snorted. “What?”

“You’re not my type, Louis”, the boy rolled his eyes sitting on the edge of the bed to put on his boots.

“Says the man you just had sex with”, Louis pointed feeling smart, but Harry was one step ahead of him, with the answer on the tip of his tongue.

“You see, if you were my type, I wouldn’t have”, Harry winked, cheeky as hell. “I would’ve gotten to know you first.”

“Bullshit”, he accused the boy not letting it show how intrigued he was. “How can you know I’m not your type if you don’t know me?”

“How about I list five things about you to prove I’m right and if any of them are false I’ll lie down again.”

“Ok. Go.”

the one in which Louis is a model and Harry's supposed to be a normal guy... Until he isn't

🌿 School Of Extraordinary Lovers by @stylinsoncity [191k]

harry is a third-year witch and violinist at Laitswold, the only magical academy in the UK, with dreams of taking on the world, and hopefully breaking the centuries-old curse on his family while he's at it. he does not dream of facing off against his childhood rival and duet partner, but louis is back in town after six years abroad, so that's exactly what happens.

🌿 One Last Time by @smittenwithlouis [24k]

“I mean it, Harry, this is the last time,” Louis breathes out as Harry kisses down his neck.

“Sure,” Harry mumbles into his heated skin.

The action makes Louis shudder. He hates how good it feels. He knows he should be revolted. Disgusted. But god does it feel so damn good.

Or: Louis is a werewolf, and Harry is a vampire. They’re supposed to hate each other, but they’re too busy fucking to care.

🌿 Where I Burn To Be by pleasinglouis @pleasing-louis [143k]

“That’s right. I do own the skies. And you wanna know why?” he sneered. Without his boots on, Louis was a fair bit shorter than Harry, his eyes pretty much level with Harry’s chin and his socked toes bumping into the boots of the other man, close enough that Louis could make out the tiny scar on Harry’s brow and the individual shades of emerald in his irises. He was handsome, but that only made Louis hate him more. Heart thumping heavily against his sternum and his hands balled into fists, Louis lifted his chin defiantly and plastered a coldhearted smirk across his lips. “Because I’m the best goddamn pilot here.”

aka the Top Gun AU

🌿 Like A Melody In My Head by sarcasticinfluentry [60k]

A college marching band AU in which Harry is just trying to get through his first semester of college while pining over the hot drum major, Louis is trying to ignore his feelings for a certain curly-haired freshman, Zayn is trying to become less guarded, Liam is trying to be patient, and Niall is trying to make his dad proud.

🌿 Now You Know Me (For Your Eyes Only) by nadinecestmoi [77k]

au where harry and louis are solo artists and they’re not exactly friends per se but they’re friendly, know each other from industry parties and things like that and there’s always been this weird unspoken sexual tension between them and louis’ always kinda confused bc isn’t harry the biggest ladies’ man in the industry?? and one day harry asks louis to collab with him and of course louis says yes even tho he’s kinda surprised and harry plays the song for him and louis is completely blown away by how beautiful it is and it’s a love song and he’s like damn whoever this is about is lucky as fuck bc it’s clearly written from personal experience so they spend all this time together recording and it’s super bittersweet bc they click right away and it takes louis about three seconds to realize he has a huge fucking crush on harry but on the other hand harry clearly had someone in mind when he wrote the song so the last day of recording comes and louis’ like “thanks for having me on the song” and harry just shrugs and is like “well it just seemed fitting bc the song is about you”

🌿 Cold As Ice by larryspillows [76k]

Two famous boys, one passion. Two hearts, one home: the ice.

Or, an ice skating ff where the two most famous skaters in the world are forced to skate at the same rink. The only problem: They hate each other. What could go wrong?

🌿 take my hand (and my heart and soul)** by bananasandboots @anylessreal [45k]

The one where Harry hasn't spoken to his best friend in sixteen months and can't remember why.

Total Fics Read: 10

** rereads

[callsignvulture]

141 + Graves Music Headcannons‼️🎶

This is based off of a conversation I had with my roommate and boyfriend months ago. Idc if these are accurate- these were just our headcanons! This took me all damn day to write, so I hope it’s…at least decently good!:]

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

Bands: Shinedown, Theory Of A Deadman, Seether, Three Days Grace, Saving Abel, Avenged Sevenfold, Disturbed, Drowning Pool.

Top 5 listened to songs: Rx(Medicate), 45 , Just Like You , The Vengeful One, California Dreaming

In his younger years, he definitely would have joined in mosh pits at concerts. If he tried that now? God he’d be leaving out of that venue with a headache, body pains and more bruises and scars on him than when he arrived there. Because of this, he prefers to sit a fair bit away from the stage, but in the middle so he can see the whole stage.

Soap makes fun of him for it, making comments like it, “Ah cannae decide if ye're tryin' tae be somebody's faither, or if ye're just actin' like Price. Come on, LT, get wi' the times. Ye're no an auld man like Price just yet.”

But don’t let that fool you- Ghost has definitely influenced Soap’s music taste. Soap just won’t admit it.

Bonus!: Ghost would listen to…well, Ghost. Why? “‘S my name, ain’t it?”

John “Soap” MacTavish:

Bands: Twenty One Pilots, One Republic, System Of A Down, Måneskin, Limp Bizkit, Green Day, Blink-182, Weezer, Fall Out Boy, The Offspring, Games We Play.

Top 5 most listened to songs: Coffee’s For Closers, Get A Job, Fairly Local , Beverly Hills , What’s My Age Again?

Had a pop punk phase he never grew out of, and was definitely a teenage dirtbag(🥁).

His whole reality breaks when he overhears a recruit call any of the late 2000s/early 2010s bands he listens to “vintage”.(Price and Ghost just laugh and tell me he’s too young to feel that way.)

Really fun at concerts surprisingly. He always tries to be in the pit at the concerts for his favorite bands, and goes WILD if he gets noticed by an artist he really likes.

Price, Ghost and Gaz don’t really understand why he likes the music that he does.

Bonus!: When Gaz listens to Kanye, he’ll blast Taylor Swift just to fuck with him. He doesn’t like Taylor Swift, he just likes to see Gaz get frustrated. “You know she’s only popular ‘cause of ‘im, right Soap?” “Ah dinnae care. Ah juist like te disturb yer peace, Gaz.”

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick:

Bands: Arctic Monkeys, Rihanna, The Neighborhood, Kanye West, The Weeknd, Shaggy, Dr.Dre, Kendrick Lamar, Hozier, The Cardigans, Beyoncé.

Top 5 most listened to songs: It Wasn’t Me, Reflections, Love The Way You Lie, Knee Socks, Dark Times

God he’s a certified lover boy AGH-

Imagine: Gaz waking up in the early hours of the morning, sunlight on his skin, looking fine as hell…and “It Wasn’t Me” is playing on the radio AAAAAA-💕(like a damn scene straight out of a movie I swear-)

Gaz likes going to concerts and like Soap, will try to be front and center, but he’s not nearly as energetic and wild. He’d more than likely mellow out with some fruity drink.

Before Gaz joined 141, back when he was an officer, he would definitely make whoever was his ride along listen to Rihanna or Beyoncé in the early hours of his shift. Now when he’s on missions with 141 and he’s in control of the radio, he’s more likely to play Kendrick Lamar or Kanye West, much to Ghost and Price’s annoyance. Soap is the only one who doesn’t complain.

Bonus!: Surprisingly, Gaz is open to listening to any kind of music, even if he doesn’t like. Once sat down with Ghost in the common room and let Ghost show him the music he listened to. Obviously, he wasn’t a fan of it, but he appreciated it nonetheless. “Sorry, ‘s just not my style. But thanks anyways, Lieutenant.”

Captain John Price:

Bands/Artists: Guns ‘N Roses, Metallica, Kiss, AC/DC, Twisted Sister, Ozzy Osbourne, Red Hot Chili Peppers, The Rolling Stones, Mötley Crüe, Ramones, Post Malone(there’s a reason for this, stick with me-)

Top 5 Most Listened To Songs: Seek & Destroy, Rock You Like A Hurricane, Dr.Feelgood, Sunflower, Street Fighting Man

Headcanon(Thanks to my boyfriend): 141 had a movie night. Soap and Gaz wanted to watch Into The Spiderverse, which Ghost and Price agreed too(reluctantly). Price really liked the song Sunflower, and after the movie, Gaz and Soap sat down with Price and showed him more of Post Malone’s music. He’s not a huge fan of the rest of his music, but he does really like that song.

Price’s music taste hasn’t changed since he was younger, still listening to the same bands he listened to in the 80s. Definitely gets somewhat upset when he sees someone his age wearing a shirt of the band but can’t tell him any songs by the artist.

Doesn’t go to concerts anymore unless the team wants to go. Would prefer to go to a bar and listen to music while getting drinks with his mates.

Bonus!: Price is the type of guy to look at people who don’t listen to his kind of music and ask, “Oi, lads, who sings this?” “Eh...Ah havnae a clue...Guns N Roses?” “Metallica, Cap’in?” “No, ‘s definitely Kiss.”In reality, he already knows who’s singing it, and they’re all wrong.

Commander Phillip Graves:

Bands/Artist: Morgan Wallen, Tim McGraw, Blake Shelton, Bruce Springsteen, Florida Georgia Line, Carrie Underwood, Luke Bryan, Big & Rich, Jason Aldean, Sam Hunt, Luke Combs, Toby Keith, Alabama, Lynyrd Skynyrd.

Top 5 most listened to songs: God’s Country, Save A Horse(Ride A Cowboy), She’s Country, Dirt On My Boots, Should’ve Been A Cowboy.

What can I say? Southern man loves country music.

He’s not allowed to go to concerts anymore due to the fact that he has gotten drunk on several occasions & had to be escorted out:(

He had a crush on Miranda Lambert and Carrie Underwood at some point in his life and I won’t explain how I know that.

Makes the Shadows listen to his playlist when out on missions to the point where most of them could easily identify what country artist is who.

Bonus!: Absolutely hates any non-country artist who tries to make country music. Like when Beyoncé released Texas Hold ‘Em, he was absolutely livid.

[a-rti]

Roomies band au

C!Cleo gives the energy of someone who has the singing voice of a god, but will unintentionally destroy any instrument they touch, while C!Etho gives the energy of someone who can play any instrument known to man with varying levels of successfulness while still being decent at all of them, but can't sing to save his life, so I propose this: a band au where they make little songs and such in their garage together.

Grian would get dragged into editing everything for them simply because he lives with them and they don't want to do it themselves. He especially hates editing anything Etho has created because his stuff, every single instrumental ever, is so much more to edit than Cleo's vocals.

They would post their songs on a YouTube channel Grian set up for them after Cleo bullied Etho into letting her.

All of their songs become emo the moment Etho gets his hands on them and Cleo allows it without resistance.

One of their songs is a platonic love/rant song Etho wrote about Joel and he always says that it can be about anything the listener wants it to, or makes a stupidly complicated story for what it's actually about, but it's really just about Joel and Etho can't lie about it. It's probably called "Neck Kisses" or something to match Joel's Spotify playlist. Of course, Cleo bullies him into releasing it since it unironically goes hard. (Think "You Stupid B!tch" by Girl In Red, but with less romantic undertones.)

The second Bdubs finds out about their little band/duo thing, he goes completely feral. He immediately becomes their #1 fan, makes merch for them and begs them to show him unreleased songs. I can't decide if it's actually because he loves their music or if he just wants to be supportive.

Joel, on the other hand, finds out about it and lovingly hates on them. Not publicly or anything and not really to Cleo - it's mostly just him making fun of Etho, so really just the usual for them. He calls himself their de-hype man nonetheless.

The merch Bdubs makes is surprisingly high quality for hand-made stuff, mostly consisting of shirts and jumpers decorated with song lyrics and names and maybe a few socks and some custom kazoos. He and Grian team up to make them an official merch website.

I like the idea of them just being like a small indie band that appreciates every like and nice comment they get, so Etho has some kind of heart attack when they hit a hundred subscribers. Of course, Bdubs convinces/forces them to celebrate the, albeit small, achievement and invites everyone even vaguely involved, so it's just Cleo, Etho, Grian, Bdubs and Joel cramped inside of Cleo, Etho and Grian's garage, drinking and eating snacks together and having a marathon of every bad horror movie they can find.

They also have a friendly rivalry with "Gem and the Scotts", (since someone commented that and I loved the idea) but don't really focus too much on rivalries since half of the band (Etho) is too busy obsessing over their de-hype man.

Thinking about it now, they probably started by making covers of songs made by bands like Paramore and Twenty-One Pilots, probably some Panic! At The Disco as well. Then Cleo came up with a song about something going on in their life and asked Etho to do the instrumentals for it. Asking him to do backup vocals for her taught them that he was awful at singing since he outright refused, leading to them teaming up to create the actual band.

They're one of those alternative/indie emo bands - like Fall Out Boy and such.

I have no idea what their band name would be- it could be something simple, like just "The roomies", but I feel like they wouldn't want to leave Grian out since he isn't actually in the band. Maybe he could play the kazoo or something??

I enjoy imagining Bdubs asking about what Etho does in the band since he has never thought about him being musically talented and Cleo just takes him into Etho's room - it's filled with different instruments and merch of different bands, like they all have their own special spaces and stands. Bdubs is flabbergasted.

Despite their friendly rivalry with "Gem and the Scotts", they don't really interact with them tons because Joel has this weird hatred for Scott that he has never ever explained - No one can ask about it either since he'll just start to angrily mutter names under his breath. Cleo has deduced that it must be because of something that happened in high school, but nobody knows much more than that, except Bdubs who keeps his lips firmly sealed. (Thank another comment for this.)

I feel like if they ever managed to play at a concert or go on tour or anything like that, they'd both have very contradicting outfits. Like, Cleo would probably go all out in some Chappel-Roan-inspired outfit, makeup and all, while Etho is just stood their in some baggy shorts, a Naruto shirt and his comfort jacket. I think that'd be funny.

OMG if they ever played out, they'd get Joel to be their drummer!! So Etho doesn't have to pre-record too much stuff!! He'd probably only do it if they bribed him lol. Maybe Etho offers to go to the cinema with him or something lol /j.

I've been thinking about what their favourite artists and stuff would be - for inspiration and just in general. Etho has mentioned irl that he used to listen to Paramour and Green Day and stuff and I feel like that carries into his character, but why do I feel like he's a riot grrrl enjoyer? And why do I feel like Cleo would listen to GRLwood??

[gosmigenergy]

KINKTOBER 2023 / Day Seven

ANONYMOUS SEX / NONCONSENSUAL / SOMNOPHILIA

( Benny Miller x F!Reader )

Summary: Benny comes back horny from a fight.

Warnings: Nonconsensual but then it is? Fingering, insertion while the other person is asleep, P in V, unprotected sex (use protection irl please), no use of Y/N

Word Count: 1.5k

There were always nights where you couldn’t sleep without one of them laying next to you, Benny knew that.

He hated that his rearranged fight night landed on the weekend you two would spend together. He offered to drop it but you wouldn’t let him, he would ask you to tag along if it wasn’t for the fact you couldn’t watch him have the shit beaten out of him, no matter how little the damage.

“It’s ok, Benny, I’ve got you for every minute around the match.”

And you made sure of it.

You still went with him to the build up, wrapped the bandages carefully round his hands and gave him a kiss good luck.

After going home, you’d take off your clothes and immediately envelope yourself in his smell through one of his tees. You’d pull on knee high socks and snuggle under a throw on the couch and watch some film he refused to. The evening would end heading to bed, no longer waiting for him in the living room after that once you got a crick in your neck that lasted weeks.

If it came to it, you’d probably take a sleeping pill to help you reach the land of slumber, though he could never be sure.

He gently closed the door, removing his trainers so he could slink around the house without disturbing you. Grabbing a glass of water, he walked around the living room switching off all the lamps you left on for him, following the lit path all the way to the bedroom.

There you were just as he imagined you.

Laying on your front, sheets thrown off you, your hands tucked beneath the pillow under your head. Your breathing was heavy, the bedside light casting the shadows of your eyelashes against your cheeks.

He’d already guessed you’d taken a pill, the packet on the side cementing it.

Benny carried on getting himself ready for bed.

He had another quick shower, never feeling quite clean in the ones in the gym. During each task, he kept an eye on you, seeing if you shift or stir, but you barely move. Even as he rifles through his draws for a clean pair of underwear, a usual noise that garners your attention because you know, he’s butt naked and on full display.

Pulling on his cotton briefs, he notes how the material hugs.

Fuck, really?

It was always a bit of a sleeping beauty moment for Benny, seeing you laying on the bed, legs splayed in a manner you wouldn’t normally. The more he looks, the more details he sees, including how the creases where your thighs meet the curvature of your ass that can’t be contained.

You said his old tattered band tee was better on you and you didn’t lie.

His fingertips teased at the hemline, the graze of callous skin against soft. Your skin reacts, goosebumps rising to the surface and except for the single caught breath, you don’t even flinch. He tried to fight his temptation, attempted to think of something else like getting his tired body into the bed next to you.

His cock hardened.

He extended his fingers over the muscle of your thigh, hand following the dip in between your legs where he felt a pool of arousal.

Fuuuuuck.

Benny thought of just ignoring how wet you were but his fingers had other ideas.

Tucking his hand further between your thighs, he spread three fingers slowly over your folds, the faint sound of your wetness reaching his ears. He sighed exasperatedly knowing he should be a good boy and you leave alone yet he finds his forefinger delving into your radiating pussy.

You let out a single sweet moan, rolling a fraction, spreading your legs to allow him better access.

Now you were somehow just taunting him.

He wondered whether this was almost happening in your dreamscape, whether there was a fictitious version of himself playing with you. It would explain why you were already wet, why you were already ready for him.

His index finger joined the other.

He continued the unhurried motion, your walls clenching as they tried to grab the sensation, your breathing changing pace. His thumb stretched to your clit and pressed with light pressure to that cresting bud.

You whine, keen to his touch.

How you hadn’t woken up yet, Benny would never know.

He pulled out, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking the taste of you off his fingers, your flavour always good. His briefs had become obnoxiously tight, decorated with a darkening spot where his precum had soaked through.

Since that one morning, he’s been so good at not interrupting your sleep. There’s an angel stood on one shoulder and a devil on the other, he took his time to listen to both however he found the devil’s side of the argument agreeable.

He prayed to god that his next decision was the right one.

Ripping his briefs down, his weighted cock swung free from it’s fabric prison. He jumped onto the bed agilely, climbing around your bottom half with knees either side. His cock brushed against your legs before he took it in one had and lined himself up, the tip nudging at your slit.

He swallowed.

In one smooth motion, he pushed into you.

You gasped, a hand snapping to his wrist where his hand rested on your hip.

“It’s me, it’s just me.”

“Benny?”

Your voice drawled, you hadn’t even managed to open your eyes.

He leaned close, “I’m sorry, darlin’, I just couldn’t help myself.”

You giggle, “I can feel that.”

Your grip on his wrist loosened, expression softening.

“Were you playing with me?”

He took your hand in his.

“Yeah.”

“So it wasn’t just a dream?”

You could hear the smile come to his lips, the breath of caught laughter trailing down your ear.

“I can stop if you want,” he brushed the hair from your face.

Benny wouldn’t push any further if you told him no, he had some sort of dignity left even as his cock sat motionless in your pulsating walls.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t?”

“Don’t stop,” you deliver a lopsided, sleepy grin as his cock twitches. “But I may just lay here and take it.”

He kissed your temple, smoothing both hands up your body and around your ass.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

Your smile widens, “Too many times, Miller.”

He’s gentle with you, pulling out and in with a leisurely pace, head pressed to yours. His breath is steady, warm against your hairline, his soft grunts just audible in his ear.

This was a version of Benny that you secretly loved.

He could be a lot. Out of all of your boys, he was the extrovert, the cheeky chappy with a contagious laugh and a need to be heard. But here, in this moment, he wasn’t cocky or brash or going hell for leather, he was caught in post fight fatigue. His muscles could seize up at any moment, his spur of energy could deplete though it wouldn’t, not like this, not with time moving this slow.

His hand moved to yours, fingers entwining.

And there’s the shift, the uncontrollable need to cum.

He lets out a ragged breath before his hips snap into you, the hardened hit making your pussy contract. You release the sweetest squeak as he drags his cock back, your tight heat wrapped around his every inch.

Then he was feral.

Each thrust came with such force it knocked the wind from you, you could barely speak, barely make a noise. Your nails dug deep into the back of his hand, his knuckles turning white as he clawed to the bed sheet. He grunted through gritted teeth, his flushed face covered by strands of dark blonde hair, droplets falling cold against hot skin.

His hips stutter and in the final deep thrust, he coated your wall thickly.

Limbs loosening, he collapses onto you, breathing heavy as he gasps for much needed air. He still holds your hand, his other hand soothing the flesh of your hip where he left crescent moons.

You shift under his weight to release your hand from under him, brushing your fingers through his locks so you can see his eyes. Smiling sleepily up at him, you bring your lips to his and kiss him softly.

He presses his forehead to yours, breathing you in.

He takes his time to pull out of you, taking his softening cock from your warmth with a satisfied sigh as he rolls onto the bed. His cum trickles, a small pool coming between your legs and you keep it there, turning over to face him.

Putting his hands behind his head, eyelids closing.

You shuffle, snuggle to his side and nestle your head underneath his jawline.

His heartbeat steadies.

“So, did you win?”

He hums, slumber already taking it’s hold.

“Did you win your fight?”

“Yes, I did.”

You run your palm over his chest, “That’s my boy.”

“Go back to sleep, darlin’.”

[it-was-too-cold-always]

We're Not in CW Anymore - 4

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

The reader gets blasted into another universe - one where Sam and Dean Winchester are real people, real hunters, and really fucked up. To her surprise (or horror), Dean has been getting glimpses of her life in his dreams and is completely enamored with her. It's nothing like the cable-friendly CW show that she knows and loves.

Reader x Dean Winchester

Warnings: language, violence

Chapter 4: Target: Expect More. Pay Less.

You woke up to the sound of the most annoying alarm you’ve heard in your life. You groaned. “Please turn it off,” you complained. You heard Dean flail his arm around until he hit the snooze button. “Thank god,” you said, snuggling into your pillow. Why was your pillow so hard? Maybe because it was Dean. You quickly realized what was happening – your head was on Dean’s chest, hand resting on his bicep. His arm was wrapped around your waist tightly. You were CUDDLING with this man. With a jolt, you sat up.

“What the fuck?!” you yelled.

“What the fuck me?! What the fuck YOU!” Dean yelled back. “You were on ME, sweetheart. I think that makes you the more guilty party.”

“Ugh!” was all you could respond. He had a point, as infuriating as it was.

Scrambling off the bed, you tripped over the ridiculously long sweatpants and almost faceplanted into the floor. Dean was making you very flustered, and that was pissing you off. You’re supposed to be keeping your guard up with this guy, not snuggling him. You walked over to his desk, grabbing the pile of your neatly folded clothes. “I need more clothes,” you stated. You weren’t too keen on wearing the same outfit over and over. A clean pair of panties would be nice.

“I’ll give you a card and you can go shopping. Just don’t go too crazy,” Dean said. You rolled your eyes. You were planning on hitting up a Target, not Nordstrom. You headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day, replaying everything in your head. It felt so strong and comforting to be in his arms. The feeling of his rock-hard chest gave you butterflies. You wanted to lie there with him all day and trace your fingertips over his tattoos. No, you thought, you still don’t know this guy. He could be a cold-blooded killer.

You walked back into Dean’s room to find him putting on his boots. You took a moment to admire his tattoo sleeve – you recognized a few references to classic rock band album covers. You wondered if that was the only place he had tattoos.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” Dean teased. You had no idea how long you’ve been staring.

“Just curious about your tattoos,” you answered honestly. You couldn’t think of a snarky response.

“What, TV Dean wasn’t tatted up?” he asked. You shook your head.

“Just that anti-possession symbol on his chest,” you answered. He chuckled and pulled his t-shirt down enough for you to see the same tattoo in the same place. “Like this?”

“Yeah, that’s the one.” You rolled your eyes. Why did he have to be this charming?

“Alright,” he said, clapping his hands together, “Sammy’s got a case, and you need to go shopping. Let’s get to it.”

Dean dropped you off at Target while he and Sam went on a supply run. You bought all the essentials – some leggings, a few tops, underwear, socks, a duffle, and you had to splurge on a little eyeliner. It’s not for Dean, it’s for me, you told yourself. You checked out and called Sam, letting him know you were done and ready to be picked up. To your relief, he told you they’re already on their way. You sat on a bench outside with your bags, flipping through social media on your phone. You weren’t following anyone, but you could at least watch the reels. You were entranced with the videos of the bottles going down the stairs, so much so that you barely noticed a figure standing in front of you. Looking up, you saw a tall man with a snapback and a crooked smile. “Hey there baby. Waitin’ on someone? Mind if I join you?”

Great. You literally had nowhere to go, so you’d be stuck with this douche-canoe. You could tell him to fuck off, but the people pleaser in you was scared of how he’d react. You’re not scared to sass Dean, you told yourself. Maybe you were more comfortable around him than you thought. Disrupting your thoughts, the guy sat next to you on the bench, leaning back and placing an arm around your shoulders. Screw this so hard.

“Please don’t touch me,” you said, voice shaking. Way to be assertive.

“Baby I think you’d better come home with me. You can show me all those pretty clothes you bought. I wouldn’t mind watching you undress.” You cringed, not seeing a way out of this situation.

Like a knight in shining armor, you watched as the Impala drove up to the front of the store. Bolting up and grabbing your bags, you hurriedly mumbled, “Sorry, there’s my ride.” Except he grabbed your wrist and yanked you back to face him.

“I think you’re just trying to blow me off, which I really don’t appreciate. Where are your manners?” he seethed. This dude was seriously nuts if he thought you were coming home with him. Before you could say anything, you heard a car door slam.

“Hey dipshit, get your hands off of her before I rearrange your fucking face!” Dean was PISSED. He was coming right at him, fists clenched, the look in his eyes absolutely terrifying. Yeah, Dean was a scary motherfucker. But it kind of turned you on how protective he was being.

“Woah hey man, we’re cool. We were just talking, weren’t we?” the man turned toward you as if you’d back him up. You, however, had your eyes fixed on Dean’s.

“Let’s go,” you said quietly. Dean wasted no time in putting his arm around your shoulders and walking you to the car, but not before sending a swift punch to the man’s gut. You didn’t look back but could hear him groaning and yelling profanities. Dean opened the door for you, grabbing your bags to throw them in the trunk. Flipping off the man as a final “fuck you,” Dean sped out of the parking lot.

“You good?” Sam asked. You nodded, knowing your voice would quiver too much if you tried to talk. Dean simply grunted, not wanting to open his mouth and scare you with his anger. The car ride was silent for about an hour. Dean kept checking on you, looking through the rearview mirror. He was worried. You looked out the window, desperately trying to calm yourself down. The entire situation had you shaking. The fear you felt with that man, then Dean’s booming voice, it was a lot to process. You immediately felt safe when you saw Dean pull up in the Impala. You instinctually knew he’d protect you, and that thought bounced around your head for a while. Maybe this whole soulmate thing was real.

Chapter 5

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[seenoversundown]

For Death Or Glory : Chapter Twelve

Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC)

Warnings: 18+ Smut !!! (Oral / Very suggestive language) mild anxiety, fluff, alcohol/drinking (it’s a bar, we know this) VERY brief themes with grief, silly banter, flirting, and Come On Eileen mentions.

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: Charlotte thinks herself into a little spiral, landing her at the bar. Josh must have made her drink strong tonight, because she definitely made a choice!

Author's Note: Oh babies, I have been vibrating with excitement to post this chapter. We’ve made it through the dry-spell!! 🫡🫦 have fun!!

Talk (Unreleased) - Harry Styles "Don't ask me to talk about, I don't wanna talk at all."

“Maybe she was right. Maybe they were both right. I should just live a little,” I mutter to myself as I pace the house. You deserve to be happy; just let it happen. 

Daydreaming about the precious long-haired boy who has my stomach in knots. The way I still can’t believe we kissed more than once. It was hard to deny how sweet he was. Always made sure I didn’t walk to my car alone at night. Asking me to text him when I make it home. Checking that it’s okay that he kissed me, even though I went for him first. 

I’ve never met someone who had me so smitten so quickly. It would be a lie to say I’m not a little nervous, but I’m trying to do right by Cassie. She told me to stop thinking myself out of happiness and so .. I’m trying not to think too hard. 

I wish I needed to be there today. 

Mindlessly tidying up to try and keep myself distracted, I look through the handful of books sitting on the coffee table. For transparency’s sake, they are all romances. Maybe it’s because I just don’t have anything non-fiction on my to-be-read list or the fact that I feel like I’ve seemingly met a man written by a woman; the world will never know. 

Flipping one of them over to read the summary on the back, in italics, reads ‘friends with benefits.’ It stops me in my tracks, metaphorically. ..That’s a bad idea.. Right? I shake my head, trying to rid the idea entirely. Tossing it back on the coffee table and staring at it like it just insulted me personally. 

I pick up my phone, seeing the time, 4:03 pm, with an unread message from him.

Jacob: someone keeps queuing up the same song on the jukebox and I cant stop laughing

Jacob: idk how many times you can listen to Come On Eileen before you lose your mind but I have to be close to it 

I laugh at the idea of him losing it while behind the bar, especially with how calm his demeanor is. I can’t picture him being distraught. What if I just went and got a drink? That wouldn’t be weird, right?  

Me: Too many ‘too loo rye ay’s for you huh?

I mean, we are basically friends at this point and we’ve made out twice.. I don’t think me going to the bar for a drink would be .. wrong?  Staring at my leggings and fuzzy socks, I get up and quickly walk into my bedroom. I stare at myself in the full-length mirror; my hair is still fairly curled from last night. 

I pull out my olive cigarette pants, toss them onto my bed, and start digging through my closet. Finding an off-white sweater hiding in the back, I think I can make this cute. Changing into those and standing in front of the mirror, I tuck the bottom of the sweater up into the band on my bra, cropping it slightly. 

“That feels better, I think,” I mumbled to myself. I slide my belt through the loops, pulling things together even more. Adjusting my necklace to sit on top of the sweater, moving the clasp back to it’s rightful place. 

I grab my phone from the bed, take a picture in the mirror, pulling up the group chat; 

The Laid-Ease 🤩

Me: [sends photo] is this cute? 

Quinn: YES YES YES

Willa: very!!

Mel: Oooooo! Yes 😍

I smile at their responses, feeling a little more confident in my impulse decision. I sit in front of my mirror with all my makeup next to me. I take my time, making sure everything looks how I want it. I typically stick with natural-looking makeup because I’ve always liked my freckles and don’t want to hide them. The least I can do is feel cute if I’m going to go sit at the bar, you know, just in case.  

Sufficiently killing enough time so that I didn’t get to the bar too early. Finding a parking spot proved to be a little more difficult tonight. But being further away, I was able to sit here for a minute before walking over. 

Is this a dumb idea? No Char- you need to just go inside and get a drink. Josh is probably bartending anyway, so he’ll probably just talk to you. 

Forcing myself out of the car, I slowly walk over to the bar, taking deeper breaths as I do, trying not to let anxiety win. I'm doing this for you, Cass.  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Luckily for me, I found a seat at the bar, and Josh is an angel. Bringing me a drink quickly and chatting with me for a few minutes before checking in on other customers. 

I slide my book from my bag, making myself comfortable as I sip on my drink for a while. My thoughts get louder as the alcohol slowly hits me. Rereading the same page a few times before actually processing it. 

You know he’s here–just go say hi. Shaking my head as I swallow the last sip of my drink. It’s very unlike me to let anything like this even remotely happen. 

You’ve never caved in a work situation, it’s honestly shocking. Unprofessional if you ask me. Okay but to be fair– none of the people I've had to work with look like him. You really can’t blame me for having eyes. 

Flipping the page of my book, I try to refocus. I wonder what he’s wearing today. Does he have his button up that he hardly buttons on? Jesus, what did Josh put in this drink? 

Forcing myself to read a few more pages before moving my bookmark into its new home. 

“Is Jacob in his office?” I ask Josh as he’s lingering close to where I’m sitting.

He nods quickly, “Where else would he be?” His eyebrows raise as he looks over at me, “I’m sure he’d be happy to see you.”

I slide out of my barstool, adjusting my pants quickly. His office isn’t far down the hall; as I round the corner into the door frame, I take him in for a second. He’s so pretty. 

I gently knock to get his attention, watching his eyes light up as he sees me makes my stomach turn. Just go for it.

His sweet voice lingers in the room as he says, “I wasn’t expecting you to be here.”

I swallow my nerves and whisper, “I know.” Stepping further into the small space, pushing the door shut behind me. Everything feels like slow motion again.

Turning to him, I’m barely taller than him while he’s sitting; I grab the sides of his face as I lean in. The feeling of his lips against mine makes my heart beat harder. I have kissed my fair share of men in my life, but none compare to him. The way his lips are so soft and how he goes for my bottom lip makes me wonder if he would ever sink his teeth into it. 

“Well, it’s nice to see you too,” he whispers through a small giggle, which makes me laugh with him. His hands gently rest on my waist. The way he looks at me, this man is going to be the death of me. 

I lean back in; this time, I can’t stop how desperate I feel. My hands find the back of his neck; my fingertips pressed into him like I’m afraid he’s going to run away. His grip on me tightens, pulling me closer. My legs bump into his knees; well, there’s only one way to solve this. 

Before I have time to think, I’m straddling his lap, his arms wrapped around me, my hands sliding up into his hair. Oh my god. My breath hitches as he lightly dances his tongue against my lip, and who would I be to deny him that? Goosebumps flood my body as he deepens the kiss, his grip on my shirt getting tighter, pulling me against him harder. I let my teeth grab his bottom lip, barely enough pressure to gently pull it back, when the sweetest little moan escapes him. 

The sound alone was enough to get a girl wet, but then he smiled. And dear god– isn’t his smile gorgeous? A little pink staining his cheeks, we quietly laughed together as I tucked my face into his neck. I breathed him in for a moment, feeling his hands slide up and down my sides. I felt him shift a bit before he pressed a kiss into the base of my neck, sending chills through my body.

He continues to litter slow kisses up my neck and under my jaw as I sit back up. He takes his time, barely lifting up when he moves so I can feel his breath as he inches his way up. Nobody had ever taken the time he had with me; it felt like he was savoring every kiss. 

My hands timidly moved from his neck down to his chest. If we weren’t here, I would be pulling this shirt off of him. Thankfully, his button-up shirts didn’t leave much to the imagination; I gently tugged on one side, revealing his collarbone that I let my fingertips graze. 

He hums against my skin before moving to press a kiss just under my ear. 

“Mmm,” he rasps quietly, “I could stay here all night.” His low voice sends shivers down my spine and makes my heart throb. I need him.

I stand up, grabbing his hands from my waist. 

“Stand up for me?” I ask quietly, and he doesn’t hesitate to follow through. He leans against his desk as I lean into him. It’s my turn to have some fun. 

I kiss down his jawline as my hands find his hips. Tracing along the top of his belt, I move my lips to his neck; his skin is so warm. Deciding to take my chance, I slide his belt over, starting to undo it. 

“Charlotte,” he whispers, “what are you doing?” 

I look up at him, stilling my hands, to ask, “Is this okay?” 

His eyes meet mine, looking back and forth for a moment like he’s trying to make sense of what I’m doing. But honestly, I’m also trying to make sense of it. 

“Of course, it’s okay. I just—“ he stumbles over his words before I cut him off with a kiss. 

I mumble against his lips, “Let’s not talk about it right now.” 

Quickly undoing his belt and popping the button on his jeans, my mouth is already watering. I drop down to my knees as I’m unzipping him, seeing his cock twitch as I do. He leans over me, flipping the lock on the office door. 

I can’t help but press kisses into his stomach just above his boxers, watching the goosebumps flood his skin. Gently tugging the waistband down, letting him free. Holy shit. My hand immediately ran down his length as I glanced up at him.

“All for me, baby?” Slips out, and he just moans quietly in response. What is he doing to me? His face reddening at the pet name, and my heart is pounding at the soft sounds coming from him. Letting my tongue run up to the tip before sliding him into my mouth. I can barely see him gripping his desk, the veins in his hands popping out harder, which only sends another shock through my body. 

Slowly taking more and more, I want to savor the moment. I’ve never wanted to be in this position more in my life. His little whimpers as I move closer to the base, making me throb. I pull my head back, stroking him for a second as I tease him more. 

“Don’t be shy, I wanna hear you,” I tell him. A strained moan falls from his lips. Before going back in for more, I tuck some loose hair behind my ears. Feeling his hands carefully gather all my hair as he wraps it around his fist, he watches me as I move my head quicker. The moans falling from his lips get louder as I pick up speed. 

Knowing he must be getting close, I say the one thing I know will get him going. 

“Come on, Captain.” 

His head drops back as his hand tightens its grip on my hair, he lets out a breathy, “Please.” 

“Let me have it,” I whisper, plunging my head down his length, feeling his little trail of hair barely touch my nose. I bob my head a few times before using my hand to help get him there, feeling his muscles tense before he finally spits out any sort of warning.

“Charlotte- fuck,” is all he can get out before his orgasm hits him. Hearing him moan my name makes my heart flutter. He accidentally tugs harder on my hair, not that I mind. But lettting go to brush the little hairs away from my face as I pull back and tuck him back into his boxers. 

I sat back on my feet, just admiring him in this state. His face was a little flushed, eyes still closed as a little smile crept onto his face. Finally looking down at me, he reached his hands out for me to take. Pulling me close to him as he kisses me, but I move my face back out of shock. 

“But I just-“ I start; most men I have been with would never kiss me after I did that for them.

“Who cares?” He giggles, pecking my lips a few more times. “Don’t even mind the taste since it’s on your lips.” 

“Oh,” is all I can muster. I was so severely unprepared for how secure he actually was in himself. Why is that so sexy? Have I really wasted that many times on guys who are just insecure? I truly didn’t think that something so simple would make him even more attractive, but here we are. 

“Should I sneak back out there?” I ask as he fixes his belt. 

“If you do, I’ll come out and keep you company,” he says, looking back up at me. He looks like he’s fighting a smile, which I can’t decide what option is cuter. I lean myself into him, pressing a few small kisses against his lips. 

“Okay, I’ll see you in a few minutes,” I whisper, wiping my thumb across his lip gently. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Sitting back in my seat at the bar, I watch as Josh makes my drink for me. I can’t believe I did that. My mind races with what just happened, the sounds he made, the way even just the thought makes me shift in my seat. 

“Thank you,” I pipe up as Josh slides my drink over to me. He flashes me a toothy grin before hustling over to take someone’s order. I’m not even halfway through my sip when Jacob’s voice floods my ears. 

“You doin’ alright?” his English accent slips out. He sneaks behind the bar but not too far from me. 

“I’ve been waiting for you to show up,” I smirk, taking a sip of my drink. The corners of his mouth quirked. He grabbed the towel next to him before walking over to where I sat. 

“Is that so?” He asks, cocking his eyebrow up. The way he’s looking at me like I’m the only person in the room makes my body warm. I’ve never had someone make me feel like this before. The way he’s standing in front of me, propping himself up against the bar. How his toned arms are lightly flexed, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look past how nice* his hands are. 

“Maybe,” I squeak out, leaning into my hands to try and get a little closer to him. The grin plastered on my face was undeniable. Looking at him in front of me after what just happened makes my head feel dizzy, and I’ve only had one drink. 

“Well, I’m very sorry, honey,” he says, just loud enough for me to hear. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and I’ll be damned; he’s good at it. “Rude of me to leave such a pretty girl like you waiting.” He thinks I’m pretty.  

My mouth moves faster than my brain can when I respond with, “I’ll let it slide this time.” Letting my eyes wander all over him as if nobody could see me. Noticing the way he’s biting the inside of his lip, the little twitch in his hand as my eyes drop to them. The movement of his necklace when he leans forward only fills my head with horrible thoughts. The thought of them bouncing off his chest as he– 

“I’ll make it up to you,” he says, subtly biting his lip. “Promise.” The look he’s giving me makes my thighs clench together. 

“Oh, I’ll be looking forward to that,” I try to hide how nervous that makes me. I haven’t done anything with someone for a while, let alone having someone … do something for me. Usually on my own for that. 

He stares at me for another second before letting his head drop back a little. He stares at the ceiling before shaking it as he looks down. A soft little smile is on his lips. What is he thinking about that has him grinning like that? 

I cave, “What’s that face for?” 

He lets out a laugh, letting his smile grow, showing off his teeth now. His eyes rake over me again, his arms folded over his chest; he really is so cute. 

“It’s nothing,” he finally spits out. 

My eyebrows pull in, “I don’t buy that one bit.” Squinting at him as tries to do the same face back but not being able to hold it.

“I can’t say it right now,” he says, moving closer to the bar. He leans down, propping himself up with his elbows.

“Why not?” I don’t know what is in the air tonight, but I can’t stop myself from poking at him more and more. 

“It’s not the right place,” he laughs, “people could hear me.” 

“Just whisper it to me,” I excitedly spit out, “we can pretend it’s a secret.” I watch as he looks around the room, moves back, and mouths ‘hold on’ to me. 

  He pours two fresh beers from the tap, walks them over to a table, and grabs their empty glasses. He then wanders around the booths for a moment, making sure everybody is happy. I steal glances at him a few times, doing my best to not stare at him, but it’s hard. He’s a deceivingly intoxicating man; you’d never expect it because he’s so quiet at first. 

How he’s gone this long without a girlfriend is beyond me. I guess it’s also something we’ve never really talked about, so maybe he just didn’t care? I can’t imagine girls not liking him. He’s so precious; how could you not develop a crush on him? Oh– I hadn’t thought that hard about that part of whatever this situation is. Do I have a crush on him? But I don’t live here, so that could make him not want to pursue anything– I don’t live that far, maybe he wouldn’t care. My thoughts race with questions of whether I’m making a mistake or not. 

I don’t want to jump into a relationship this fast. I don’t want to waste more time, but I have to do something because I just know Cassie would punch me if I didn’t do this. Suddenly remembering the book that offended me earlier today, ‘Friends with benefits’ plays in my head. Maybe he would be okay with that..? That way I can make sure this is what I want to do. That sounds reasonable, right? I’d say we’re friends and who would say no to the benefits? He already promised me something, and I need to know what that is now.  

I’m pulled from my thoughts when I feel someone gently place their hand on my back. I look over to see him setting a few glasses on the bar. He’s so close I can feel the warmth coming off of him and smell his cologne. 

“Oh, sorry, excuse me,” he giggles quietly. Turning to leave, he stops, sliding his hand up to the base of my neck and lightly giving it a squeeze. He drops his head to whisper, “Was just thinking about how I can’t wait to hear your pretty voice moaning my name.” 

My jaw falls open as he says it; looking up at him, his face is flushed like he’s embarrassed to admit it. He gives me a slow wink before sauntering off to talk to customers, leaving me to think about that. I definitely need to know what he plans on doing to make it up to me now. 

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Our nightly routine begins once more as we walk in comfortable silence to my car. 

I quietly break the silence, letting out, “The sky looks so pretty tonight.”

His head tilts up quickly to take it in while I watch him. His eyes scanned all the stars and the light from the moon, illuminating him with no cloud in sight. 

“She really is amazing, isn’t she?” he spoke so softly, looking over at me. 

“Who..?” 

“The moon,” he chokes back a little laugh. “She’s incredible.” He looks so happy as he looks back up at the sky. The chill of November made it so I could see his breath as we walked, but it also kept me closer to him in hopes of stealing some of his warmth. 

Our hands timidly brush against each other a few times until he glances down, sliding his hand into mine. I just know Cassie is somewhere screaming over how  I am with him. I just look at our hands intertwined, the way his thumb just runs over mine, and smile when he squeezes a little to make me look at him. 

“Your chariot, madame,” he says, gesturing his free hand to my car. 

“Oh, thank you, sir.” I try to play along, letting a small laugh slip partway through. We just stood there in comfortable silence for a second, still hand in hand. 

“So,” he mumbles, “I’ll see you tomorrow?” I nod, fighting the urge to just stare at his mouth. 

“Drive home safe. Text me when you make it. You know the drill at this point,” his sweet giggle lacing the latter half. 

“Of course, mhm,” I tell him, moving a little closer to him, “I hope you have a good rest of your night, Jacob.” His eyes practically twinkling in the moonlight as I gaze at him. He leans in, his plump lips pressed into mine but backs up quickly with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Back to my full name already?” his smug little tone made me laugh. My hands grab the sides of his face, pulling him back in for another kiss. 

“I didn’t think you’d want me to call you Captain in public after that,” I say against his lips; he lets out a small groan at the name. 

“I’ll let it slide this time,” he mocks me, stepping back and grabbing my hands. He pulls them up, placing little kisses across my knuckles. How is he real? He reaches past me to open my car door. 

“Now, get home before it’s too late.” 

I toss my bag into the passenger seat before sitting down and starting it. Turning to him one more time, looking up at him, I can’t stop myself from smiling. I grab his shirt and tug him towards me. His hand holding onto the doorframe, leans down, hovering over my mouth until I finally cave.

 “One more,” I mumble before closing the gap between us. He laughs into me, knowing I full well just stole his line. 

“I’ll be waiting for your text,” he says, pointing at me with his eyebrows raised as he moves back to shut my door. 

I sit there for a minute, just watching as he walks back towards the bar until he’s finally out of sight. I click on the address in my maps and set my phone in the cup holder. Looking back up at the moon, seeing how bright it is tonight. She is beautiful. 

I can’t take my eyes away from it, feeling the tears settling in, and into the quiet of my car I whisper, “I hope you’re proud of me, and god, I wish I could call you right now.” 

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

Chapter 28: My, how you lie, lie, lie.

It was October 27th, 7:30 P.M. The sun had long since set over Pensacola, casting the streets in a golden haze under streetlamps, but the quiet home was warm with love. Rhea sat at the breakfast bar, her muscles still stiff and her eyes heavy from exhaustion. Her birthday party yesterday had been overwhelming, and the lingering effects of her accident still weighed her down, but she tried her best to keep up with the excitement.

Jey, Damian, and Kayden sat around her, sipping drinks and laughing softly as Rhea began opening her birthday presents. Each one had been handpicked with care, thoughtful gestures from her closest friends and family.

Liv, Dom, and Finn had gifted her a quirky, thoughtful bundle: a blind date with a series she hadn’t yet heard of, a couple of band shirts from her favorite metal groups, and a sleek set of makeup that Rhea already knew she couldn’t wait to try.

Joe and Galina had taken a more practical approach, bringing her a set of 12 gift cards—one for each month of the year, from different stores. Rhea loved the idea of having a little something special to look forward to every month.

Her face softened as she unwrapped Joseph and Almia’s gift, revealing a Versace Bright Crystal perfume set. The scent of luxury filled the air as she opened the sleek bottles, and she grinned at their impeccable taste.

Next, she found herself holding Damian’s gift: custom-made Terror Twins gear for her eventual return to the ring. The fabric was pristine, the details intricate, reminding her of the life she had built in the ring. Despite everything she had been through, a glimmer of hope flickered at the thought of returning one day.

Kayden’s gift was last in the pile, a self-care set filled with all the essentials—candles, lotions, bath bombs, and soft socks. Rhea smiled softly, touched by the thoughtfulness behind it. She knew Kayden understood the toll this year had taken on her.

As Rhea finished opening her gifts, a sudden alarm rang from Kayden’s phone, interrupting the cozy silence that had settled over the room. Rhea looked up, curious.

“What’s that for?” she asked, her voice raspy from lingering exhaustion.

Kayden checked her phone and sighed softly. “It’s time for Damian and me to leave. We have to catch our flight to Pennsylvania for RAW and for Crown Jewel in Saudi Arabia.”

The mood shifted slightly, a bittersweet goodbye looming as the trio prepared to part ways. Damian stood first, pulling Rhea into a tight hug. “You take care of yourself, alright? And don’t push it too hard. We’ll be back before you know it.”

Rhea returned the hug, lingering in the comfort of his embrace. Damian, a brother to her, steadfast through her ups and downs. “I’ll be alright,” she whispered, though a part of her wished they didn’t have to leave.

Kayden followed, giving Rhea a quick squeeze. “Take care of yourself, girl. We’ll see you soon.”

Rhea nodded, waving as the two walked out the door, leaving her and Jey alone. The silence returned, but it was comfortable. Familiar. The sound of the door closing behind them marked a small transition in the night, and Rhea leaned back in her seat, letting out a long, slow breath.

Jey, sitting across from her, chuckled lightly. “You sure you opened all your presents?”

Rhea blinked, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure. Why?”

Jey leaned back, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. “I beg to differ.”

Rhea looked at him curiously as he pulled out a brown box from under the table. It was plain and unassuming, the kind of box that held the most unexpected surprises. Jey pushed it across the table, his eyes twinkling with a secret.

Rhea hesitated, then slowly opened the box. Her breath caught in her throat as she gasped. Inside was the stunning Cuban link necklace, with a pendant in the shape of a bold “R” encrusted with diamonds. It shimmered under the kitchen lights, almost as if it was glowing.

“Jey…” she whispered, completely taken aback by the sheer beauty of it. She didn’t know what to say, her heart pounding as she carefully lifted it from the box, the weight of the necklace heavy in her hands.

“Do you like it?” Jey asked, watching her reaction closely. He moved around the counter and gently took the necklace from her, stepping behind her to clasp it around her neck.

Rhea’s fingers brushed against the cool diamonds, and she felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. The necklace wasn’t just beautiful—it felt personal. A reminder of how far they had come together. Of everything they had been through.

“It’s perfect,” she finally managed to say, her voice shaky but full of emotion.

Jey pressed a soft kiss to the back of her head as he stood behind her. “Good. You deserve it, baby, now you got your five pieces: my chain, your chain, your necklace, your ring and bracelet.”

They stayed like that for a moment, Rhea’s fingers still resting on the pendant, the weight of the necklace settling on her chest as she leaned back into Jey’s arms.

For the first time in a long while, despite the chaos and pain, Rhea felt something that resembled harmony.

Jey carefully gathered the discarded wrapping paper, folding it into a neat pile before tossing it into the trash. As he straightened up, he glanced over at Rhea. “Hey, you want to help me pack?”

Rhea, still admiring her new necklace in the kitchen light, nodded. “Yeah, sure,” she replied softly, standing up and trailing after him as they made their way to the bedroom.

As they entered the room, the air felt heavier. Rhea didn’t like that Jey was leaving for a whole week. She understood, though—if she was going to take time off to recover, someone had to keep providing for the house. But the thought of the empty house without him gnawed at her. At least she had the animals to keep her company.

The familiar clatter of Barry, Bella, and Luna’s paws echoed through the hall as they followed her into the room. Storm, the aloof but loyal cat, perched herself on the window sill, watching the scene unfold with half-closed eyes.

Jey began pulling out shirts and ring gear from his closet, holding each piece up as Rhea sat cross-legged on the bed, the dogs circling her feet. She helped him pick out which shirts to pack, offering soft opinions and nodding when she liked a choice.

“I know it’s only a week but I just gotta ask’ ,” Jey said after a moment, folding a shirt and tossing it into his suitcase. “You sure you’re good?”

Rhea glanced up at him, her chest tightening a little. “I don’t like it,” she admitted, “but I get it. They need you out there.”

He paused for a moment, holding up another piece of ring gear before adding it to the pile. The house was quiet aside from the occasional soft bark from Barry or the flick of Storm’s tail against the window. The atmosphere felt too calm, too still—a setting oppposite to the whirlwind of their lives.

After a few more minutes of packing, Jey’s gaze landed on her. He walked over to the bed, placing his hands on either side of her face, lifting her chin slightly to meet his eyes. Without a word, he leaned in and kissed her, the warmth of his lips making Rhea close her eyes and lean into him.

When he pulled back, his dark eyes softened with concern. “Don’t worry,” he said gently. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

Rhea tried to smile, but the thought of being alone for the week tugged at her. With Jon and Trinity back on SmackDown full-time, she didn’t really have anyone to hang out with. It was the first time since her accident that she was going to be truly alone, and the idea made her uneasy. Even though she had the animals for company, it wasn’t quite the same.

“I know,” she whispered, her hand resting on his as it cupped her cheek. “I just… I’ll miss you.”

Jey smiled, brushing his thumb gently over her skin. “I’ll miss you too, but you’ve got this. Plus, you’ll have the gremlins keeping you company. They’ll keep you busy, trust me.”

Rhea nodded, taking a deep breath as Jey went back to packing. The reality of his absence slowly settled in, and the quiet of the house suddenly felt louder in her mind.

Once Jey finished packing, he stretched and wandered back to the bed, flicking through channels until he landed on a classic. “Scream,” he announced, settling on the film with a grin. He laid down on his stomach on the bed, pulling Bella close, her little body curling up against him, her tail wagging softly in her sleep.

Rhea followed suit, propping herself up with Barry and Luna beside her. Barry’s head rested on her lap, his eyes barely open, while Luna stretched out at her feet. The movie played in the background, but the room was peaceful in its own way, with the sounds of the occasional bark or the purring from Storm, who watched from her favorite spot on the windowsill.

As the movie progressed, Jey’s eyes kept drifting to Rhea, who seemed lost in thought. Finally, he couldn’t help himself. He turned and propped himself up in front of her, studying her face.

“What are you looking at?” Rhea asked, noticing the way his eyes lingered on her, a playful smile teasing her lips.

Jey’s smile widened, his voice low and full of affection. “An angel.”

Rhea blushed softly, and before she could say anything, he leaned down, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was soft at first, but then it deepened, Jey pulling her closer. Rhea melted into him, their bodies shifting as they became lost in each other. Time seemed to stretch as their kisses lingered, the movie long forgotten in the background.

Out of breath, Rhea finally whispered against his lips, “I love you…”

Jey’s breath caught in his throat for a moment as he gently stroked her hair. His mind raced with memories, and then he pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, a mischievous glint dancing in his gaze. “Do you remember what you were wearing the night we first did it?”

Rhea chuckled softly, a little surprised by the question, but her memory was sharp. “Damian’s El Campeón shirt…” she replied with a grin, watching as Jey’s eyes filled with nostalgia.

Jey laughed softly, the sound deep in his chest, and pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her like he was trying to memorize every part of her in that moment. He didn’t want to think about leaving in the morning. He didn’t want to think about being away from her for a whole week. But there was something else on his mind, something he had been avoiding.

He hesitated, his hand gently stroking her back, his voice quieter now, almost cautious. “Rhe… can I ask you something?”

Rhea tensed slightly, sensing the change in his tone. She shifted, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes, searching them for what was coming next. “What is it?”

Jey took a deep breath, biting his lip before speaking. “Is it true what Finn and Liv told me? About… you asking about retirement?”

Rhea’s heart skipped a beat. She knew this conversation was coming, but she hadn’t been ready for it. She couldn’t deny the truth anymore, but it was hard to say it out loud, especially to him.

“I…” she hesitated, her eyes drifting away as she tried to gather her thoughts. “I’ve been reading into it. The injury… It’s a lot to deal with, Jey. On google, it says I could take six months to a year just to recover fully.”

Jey’s grip on her tightened slightly, his face betraying the worry. “But are you seriously thinking about it? About retiring?”

Rhea swallowed hard. “I don’t know yet… I don’t want to say yes, but I can’t ignore the damage, you know? I’ve been pushing myself for so long, and I don’t even know if my body can handle it anymore.” She looked up at him, her eyes soft but filled with uncertainty. “I need time to figure it out.”

Jey nodded, his thumb brushing over her cheek. “I just… I just want you to be okay. Whatever you decide, I’m with you. Always.”

Rhea felt the weight of his words sink into her, and for the first time that night, she allowed herself to let out a deep breath. They had so much to navigate, so much still ahead of them, but for now, she was grateful…

As the movie came to a close, Jey glanced at the clock on the nightstand and realized how late it had gotten. “You still want the TV on?” he asked, casting a sideways glance at Rhea, who was still snuggled against him.

“Yeah, I think so,” Rhea replied, her voice soft and slightly groggy. She wishes she hadn’t slept very late but damn could you blame her? Yesterday was an experience of a lifetime for her, and it was all thanks to Jey.

Jey watched as Rhea browsed through the options, and after a moment of contemplation, Rhea settled on Friday the 13th. Jey nodded in agreement, and as the movie began to play, he started to undress, pulling off his shirt and shorts, now just his briefs.

Rhea’s expression changed, a mischievous grin spreading across her face—one that resembled something from the Grinch, full of playful plotting.

Jey caught the look and raised an eyebrow, smirking at her. “Can I help you?” he teased.

Rhea simply motioned for him to come closer, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “I’m two feet beside you,” he replied, feigning innocence.

“Sir,” Rhea said, a mock-serious tone lacing her voice, “if you don’t come over here…”

Jey rolled his eyes dramatically but climbed into bed beside her, propping himself up on one elbow. “What’s up? You’re acting all mysterious.”

Rhea turned to face him, her expression softening. “Can tonight be a little bit more special?”

Jey furrowed his brow, a hint of confusion crossing his face. “What do you mean?”

“Something we haven’t done in a while,” Rhea elaborated, her smile growing as she watched him think.

“Go to Sonic for a late-night snack?” he suggested playfully, clearly missing the mark.

Rhea let out an exaggerated sigh, annoyance creeping in. “No, not that! Something that gets our hearts pumping with a grin.”

Jey pondered for a moment, a grin spreading across his face. “A workout? I know you haven’t worked out in a hot minute.”

Rhea stopped for a second, surprised at his response. He was right; she hadn’t worked out in forever, but that wasn’t quite what she had in mind. She shook the thought from her head and rolled her eyes dramatically. “Joshua, your window of opportunity for some cookie is almost gone.”

At that, Jey burst into laughter, the sound echoing off the walls of the bedroom. The playful banter felt good, lightening the mood in a way that eased the tension that had lingered beneath the surface.

“Cookie, huh?” he teased, waggling his eyebrows. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”

Rhea giggled, trying to suppress her own laughter. “You know what I mean! I’ve missed… us.”

Jey leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a soft whisper. “So you want to get back to some of our old habits, huh?” His expression was both playful and serious, the glint in his eyes making her heart race.

Rhea nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. “Yeah, I just want to feel connected again.”

“Then let’s do it,” he said, his demeanor shifting into something more earnest. “We can take it slow; I just want you to feel comfortable.”

Rhea smiled, the warmth of his words wrapping around her like a blanket. “Okay, then. Let’s make tonight special.”

With a newfound energy, Jey shifted closer, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his arms. The light of the TV flickered softly around them, the sound of the movie fading into the background as they settled into each other, ready to rediscover the spark that had brought them together in the first place.

As Jey pulled Rhea into a kiss, it felt as if everything else melted away. The outside world and the uncertainties of the week ahead faded into nothingness. Rhea ran her hands up his back, feeling the smoothness of his skin glistening under the soft light from the TV. It was a moment of intimacy that she had longed for.

Just then, as Jey shifted his weight, Bella let out a startled yelp, breaking the spell of the moment. Rhea couldn’t help but chuckle as Jey pulled away, shaking his head with a grin. “Looks like we’ve got some audience members. Maybe we should give them a treat to get them out of here,” he suggested, his tone playful.

“Do it,” Rhea replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

With a resigned sigh, Jey sat up. He whistled for the dogs to follow him, calling out for Storm as well. “Come on, guys! Let’s get you some treats!”

The animals perked up at the sound of their names and eagerly followed Jey out of the room, tails wagging excitedly. Rhea waited until she heard the clinking of the treat jar in the kitchen before quickly opening her nightstand drawer.

Inside lay the black babydoll the girls had given her privately, a little surprise for moments just like this. She slipped it on and felt a rush of confidence, knowing Jey would love the change.

Quickly, she slid under the covers, the fabric feeling soft and delicate against her skin. Just as she settled in, Jey returned, a mischievous smile on his face. “The animals are going to be expecting more treats now,” he joked, his eyes sparkling as he caught sight of her.

Rhea couldn’t help but smile back, feeling a rush of warmth spread through her. “Well, they might have to wait a little longer. I think I’ll be keeping you busy for a while.”

Jey raised an eyebrow, his playful demeanor shifting into something more serious as he moved closer to her. “Oh, is that so?” he asked, his voice low and filled with promise.

“Definitely,” Rhea replied, her heart racing as she met his gaze, excitement swirling in the air between them. She pulled him closer, eager to rekindle the spark they both craved, knowing that tonight was just the beginning of something special.

With a smile playing on his lips, Jey leaned in again, their lips meeting as the world outside faded away once more. Jey’s lips were always so soft to Rhea, almost never dry. Jey’s kiss deepened as he grabbed ahold of Rhea, he felt the light garment and he broke the kiss. He lifted up the covers ever so slightly and smiled, flashing his pearly whites. “Each day.. you never cease to amaze me.” Jey said, running a hand up the lingerie.

There was something about her that was utterly intoxicating, a blend of strength and vulnerability that drew him in like a moth to a flame. Every time he looked at her, it felt as if he were taking a deep breath of something pure and exhilarating.

Her laughter was music to his ears, a sweet sound that danced through the air and wrapped around him like a warm embrace. The way her eyes sparkled with mischief and warmth ignited a fire in his chest, making him feel alive in ways he hadn’t experienced in a long time. When she smiled, it was as if the entire room brightened, and all his worries faded into the background.

Rhea was magnetic, a force of nature that captivated him with every glance and every touch. The way she moved, with a grace that was both fierce and alluring, left him mesmerized. It wasn’t just her beauty—though that was undeniable—it was the depth of her spirit, the way she made him feel understood and seen.

When she kissed him, it was like the world outside ceased to exist. The intoxicating mix of her soft lips and the warmth of her body against his sent his heart racing, as if he were tasting a forbidden fruit that he could never get enough of. With every kiss, every brush of her fingers against his skin, he felt a rush of electricity coursing through him, igniting his desire and pulling him deeper into her orbit.

Jey realized he was hopelessly enchanted, caught in her web of charm and spirit. It was intoxicating in the most beautiful way, a reminder that love could be both exhilarating and terrifying. But with Rhea, it felt right. It felt like home.

As he leaned in closer and caught her gaze , he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was the luckiest man alive, and all he wanted was to lose himself in her, to explore every facet of who she was, and to savor the intoxicating essence of.. Demi.

From the moment Jey walked back into Rhea’s life, she felt that pull—something primal that she couldn’t ignore. At first, it terrified her. The connection they shared felt overwhelming, as if a storm brewed just beneath the surface, threatening to consume her if she let it.

Every time he looked at her with those deep, soulful eyes, her heart raced, and a part of her wanted to run. She was scared of how easily he could make her forget everything else, how he could slip past her defenses and lay bare her vulnerabilities. It felt reckless to let him in, to surrender to the intense chemistry that pulled them together like magnets. It was like standing on the edge of a cliff, heart pounding, knowing that one step forward could lead to either the most exhilarating freedom or the most profound heartbreak.

But as the days turned into weeks and their bond deepened, she realized that the very thing she feared was the thing she craved the most. Jey became her anchor, grounding her in a way she hadn’t anticipated. He understood the darkness that clung to her and he didn’t shy away from it. Instead, he held her hand and faced it with her, his presence a comforting balm to her wounded soul.

What once felt like a terrifying plunge into the unknown transformed into a safe harbor. Rhea couldn’t imagine her life without him anymore. The thought of facing the world alone was suffocating; he was her lifeline, the one who made her laugh even when she felt like crying.

With him, she discovered a love that was both fierce and tender, a connection that gave her strength instead of fear. Jey wasn’t just a part of her life; he was essential to it. She couldn’t live without that intoxicating pull between them, the way he made her feel—alive, loved, and utterly free.

In embracing the chaos of their love, she found clarity. She learned to let go of the fear that once held her back and to embrace the beautiful uncertainty of what they had. Now, the thought of losing him was the only thing that scared her more than the pull itself.

Jey slid a hand up Rhea’s babydoll as he kissed her more passionately. Rhea was enjoying the moment until..

The sound of an iPhone alarm went off..

Jey broke the kiss and he looked at his phone but it wasn’t his, it was Rhea’s. Rhea rolled her eyes as she silenced the alarm.

“Damn thing.. all it says is ‘Take it bitch’.. like why would I ever label an alarm like that and why would I set it everyday?” She said. Jey stayed on top of her as he remembered something… something you’d want to remember before having unprotected sex with your twenty eight year old girlfriend who attempted to kill herself by drug overdosing on painkillers and suffering an hypoxic brain injury and being in a coma.

“I don’t have protection..”

“I got on birth control again..”

“A hypoxic brain injury occurs when the brain doesn’t receive enough oxygen for an extended period of time. This lack of oxygen can cause damage to the brain cells, which impacts various cognitive functions. In Rhea’s case, her memory might be affected, particularly her ability to retain new information or recall certain events. This can result in memory gaps or difficulty concentrating, and sometimes, emotional or behavioral changes. The brain is a complex organ, and recovery from this type of injury can vary. It may take months, even up to a year, for her to fully regain what she’s lost, and even then, some effects could be permanent. It’s a gradual process, and the more support and patience she receives, the better her chances of recovery.”

Jey pulled away from Rhea, his mind racing with thoughts he couldn’t shake. The weight of the doctor’s words hung over him like a dark cloud. Hypoxic brain injury, the doctor had said. Memory gaps or difficulty concentrating.. He had brushed it off at the time, thinking they could manage it together, but now… now he wasn’t so sure.

Rhea’s words from just a few moments ago echoed in his mind. She didn’t even remember that she’d gotten back on birth control. Jey’s stomach twisted in knots. He couldn’t keep going, couldn’t let them be intimate if she didn’t even remember the basics of what they had talked about. It wasn’t fair to either of them.

He glanced over at her, and she noticed the shift in his energy immediately. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice soft but laced with concern.

Jey hesitated for a moment, then decided to test something. He needed to know just how deep these memory lapses went. “Do you remember what you told me when I asked you about having a kid?”

Rhea raised her eyebrows, thinking for a second before answering, “I told you, whatever you decide.”

His heart sank. Wrong answer. The right answer was: ‘I don’t want you to ruin your body just to take care of me and our family. I can’t let you do that.’

Jey blinked back the tears that were threatening to spill over. He cleared his throat, trying to stay calm. “Okay… uh, who was the first to find out about our relationship?”

Rhea, with all the confidence in the world, responded, “No one. It came out from TMZ.”

Jey closed his eyes for a moment, the sting of disappointment settling in deeper. Wrong again. It wasn’t TMZ. It was Damian. Damian had been the first to find out—long before the press got their hands on the story.

He turned away from her, feeling the tightness in his chest. He wanted to scream, to cry, to punch something. But none of that would change anything. He couldn’t fix her memory; he couldn’t make it come back.

Rhea’s voice broke through his spiraling thoughts. “Why are you asking me all these questions, Jey? What’s going on?” Her tone was now laced with worry.

He couldn’t bear to tell her the truth right now. Not yet. “I’ll be right back,” he mumbled, pushing himself up from the bed and walking towards the bathroom.

As he disappeared through the door, Rhea stared after him, confusion washing over her. She replayed the conversation in her head. Those were the right answers… weren’t they?

Jey sat on the edge of the bathtub, his body tense as he tried to contain the silent tears streaming down his face. He couldn’t let Rhea hear him, couldn’t let her see just how broken he felt in that moment. It was all too much—the memory lapses, the confusion in her eyes, the weight of her injury, and the constant thought of if she would ever recover. He took several deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down, to pull himself together. Rhea needed him.

When he finally returned to the bedroom, Jey climbed back into bed and gently asked, “Can I just hold you?”

Rhea, without hesitation, nodded. “Of course.” She shifted closer to him, letting him wrap his arms around her. As he held her tightly, there was something different in the way he embraced her tonight—a protectiveness, as if he were holding on to her like she was his lifeline, afraid to let go.

“I love you more than words can describe, Demi,” Jey whispered into her hair, using her real name, a name only those closest to her called her. His voice trembled with emotion.

Rhea kissed his chest softly, her warmth grounding him, but Jey’s eyes remained fixed on the ceiling. His thoughts drifted, wondering how he would find the strength to help her through this, how he could help her remember the pieces she’d lost. His mind wandered to Julie and he closed his eyes, wishing—just for a moment—that she could appear to him. He longed for a sign, something that could give him comfort, something that told him they were going to be okay.

As time passed, Rhea’s breathing deepened, and her soft snores filled the room. Exhaustion washed over Jey, his own body finally succumbing to the emotional toll of the day. He drifted off, letting sleep claim him.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, he was pulled into a dream. He found himself back in the White Room—the same room that haunted his thoughts, a place that seemed to exist between reality and fantasy. It looked different this time. There was a lazy boy chair now, replacing the cold, hard bench that had been there before. Instead of a solid door, there was a screen door, letting in a faint breeze.

Jey stood still, confused by the changes. The room felt more inviting, yet still surreal. He approached the chair slowly, unsure of what he was supposed to find here. Everything felt eerily quiet, like something was about to happen—but he didn’t know what. He looked around, his heart pounding in anticipation, waiting for the next piece of this dream to reveal itself.

The screen door creaked open, and an intense, bright white light flooded the room, causing Jey to shield his eyes with his arm. As the light slowly dimmed, he saw her—Julie. His heart tightened as she walked into the room, her small figure glowing with a soft aura. She smiled up at him, her eyes warm and full of a wisdom far beyond her years.

“Still having doubts, I see,” Julie said softly, her voice both innocent and knowing.

Jey’s breath caught in his throat as he reached out to her, hesitant at first, but this time when his hand reached hers, it connected. The feeling of her hand in his sent a wave of emotion crashing over him. She was real in this place, even if just for a moment. He held on to her, savoring the touch.

“How come I can call on you, and you just… appear?” he asked, his voice quiet, filled with a mix of awe and confusion.

Julie looked at him, her expression calm. “The more calls you make, the more confusing I get,” she said, her words cryptic, but with a sense of truth that Jey couldn’t ignore.

Jey furrowed his brow, not understanding at first. But as he looked at her, it hit him. When she had first appeared to him, she hadn’t answered his burning question—whether Rhea would be okay. She had simply smiled, offering no direct answer. The second time he had called on her, she didn’t give him clarity either, but instead, a cryptic message about singing to Rhea, which had somehow helped wake her from the sedatives.

He realized now that each time she appeared, she wasn’t here to give him answers, but to guide him in her own subtle way. She was a manifestation of his deepest fears, hopes, and the love he never got to show her in life. But she wasn’t a key to fixing everything. Jey let out a deep sigh, the weight of the situation pressing on him. Julie was a reflection of the things he couldn’t control, the uncertainties that would remain with him.

“Is this still all in my head? Are you sure … I’m just not imagining you?” Jey asked, his voice shaky as he gazed at his daughter, desperate for something solid to hold on to.

Julie just smiled again, the same warm smile she always gave. “You already know the answer, Dad.”

Jey swallowed hard, feeling the tears welling up again. He wanted to ask more, to understand more, but he also knew that Julie’s presence was as much of an answer as he was going to get. She was his guide, but not his solution.

Jey looked down at Julie, his voice shaky as he finally voiced the question that had been gnawing at him since Rhea’s accident. “How do I help her when I don’t even know if I’m enough?” His eyes welled up with tears as he confessed the fear that had been buried deep inside him—the fear that no matter what he did, it might never be enough to help Rhea heal, both physically and emotionally.

Julie tilted her head, her small hand still in his, and looked up at him with a gentle expression that held the wisdom of someone far beyond her years. “You already are enough, Dad,” she said softly. “It’s not about fixing her. You’re not supposed to have all the answers.”

Jey’s heart clenched at her words. He hadn’t realized how much pressure he had put on himself to be the one who made everything better, to fill in all the gaps that Rhea’s injury left behind. But Julie’s words hit him like a revelation. He wasn’t supposed to fix Rhea. He was supposed to be there for her, to love her through the uncertainty, through the hard days when things didn’t make sense.

“But what if I can’t help her remember?” he whispered, the vulnerability pouring out of him now. “What if she forgets everything? Us… Julie, what if she forgets what made us?”

Julie squeezed his hand gently, her smile unwavering. “She won’t forget the important things. You, and what you have together, aren’t just in her memory, Dad. They’re in her heart.”

Jey blinked, feeling a warmth spread through him as the weight of those words settled into his chest. He hadn’t thought of it like that. The bond they shared went deeper than memory—it was something that lived in Rhea’s heart, something that wouldn’t disappear, even if some of the details did.

“I’m scared,” Jey admitted, his voice cracking. “I’m scared she’s gonna lose herself, that she won’t be the same.”

Julie nodded, her gaze steady. “People change, even without injuries. But she loves you, and you love her. That’s the part that never changes.”

Jey closed his eyes, tears slipping down his cheeks. He held Julie’s hand tighter, grounding himself in this moment. For the first time, it felt like he had some kind of clarity—like he could breathe through the fear.

“Thank you, baby girl,” Jey whispered, opening his eyes to look at her once more.

Julie just smiled that familiar smile, and in an instant, the room started to fade. The light dimmed, the lazy boy chair vanished, and soon, Jey was left alone again. His eyes fluttered open, finding himself back in the bed next to Rhea, her soft breathing the only sound in the room.

—

4:21 AM. October 28th, 2024

Jey pulled Rhea into a long, lingering kiss before whispering, “I love you,” against her lips. He gave her one last smile before heading off toward the gate. Rhea watched him as he showed his ticket to the flight attendant, a small ache settling in her chest. As he disappeared down the terminal, she sighed, already feeling his absence.

The week stretched before her like a blank page, uncertain and uninviting. She had two doctors’ appointments lined up—one today and another tomorrow—but beyond that, there wasn’t much left to occupy her time. The silence that would fill their home once she got back would be overwhelming, she was sure of it.

Rhea made her way out of the airport, her feet dragging as she walked through the parking lot. She spotted her Jeep, climbed inside, and sat there for a moment, staring out at nothing. There was a heaviness in her chest, a mix of exhaustion and isolation that clung to her like a shadow. She missed him already. She missed having someone around, especially after everything she had been through.

She started the car and drove back to their house, the familiar route feeling a bit too long. Once inside, she undressed, slipping into a pair of comfy pajamas. The house was quiet—too quiet. Jey’s presence usually filled every corner, but now it felt hollow, like the walls echoed with his absence.

Rhea slumped onto the couch, her eyes drifting to her phone. A new message from Jey lit up the screen.

Almia is still in town, if you’d like, text her. You should have her number in your phone; if not, I wrote it down for you on the calendar on the fridge. Your appointment with the neurologist is at 11 AM. Your appointment with the OBGYN is at 1 PM tomorrow on Tuesday. I love you. Please call me if you feel confused. Call Damian if I don’t answer. Remember I love you.

She read the message slowly, her heart sinking a little. It felt more like a list of reminders than a conversation. Each word was filled with care, but it also reminded her of the reason for the message in the first place—her brain injury, the memory lapses. The fact that he had to remind her of simple things, like the number on the fridge, or to call Damian if she couldn’t reach him, made her feel fragile, like she was a cracked vase, one wrong move away from shattering.

She didn’t want to feel fragile. Not anymore.

Rhea tossed her phone onto the couch beside her and stared at the ceiling. What now? The house was empty, the appointments were looming, and Jey wasn’t there to distract her from her thoughts.

Rhea unraveled the blanket from around her, feeling the softness brush against her skin as she nestled deeper into it. She glanced at the clock—5 AM already. The house was still dark, the early morning light barely breaking through the curtains. Deciding there wasn’t much else to do, she set her alarm for 9 AM and settled into the sectional. It wasn’t as comfortable as her bed, but it would do for the few hours of sleep she needed.

When her alarm rang, the sound echoed through the quiet house. Groggy, Rhea sat up, her body protesting the lack of rest. She rubbed her eyes and made her way to the bathroom, pulling her underwear down and sitting on the toilet. Everything felt mechanical, the motions of the morning routine dull and repetitive.

After finishing in the bathroom, she stepped into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over her. It was a brief moment of comfort, a temporary escape from the thoughts that constantly weighed on her mind. She stood there for a while, letting the water wash away the lingering exhaustion, before finally stepping out and drying off.

Rhea dressed in a loose band tee and a pair of sweatpants, not feeling the need to dress up for the doctor’s appointment. Today wasn’t about appearances, it was about making it through. She grabbed her wallet, keys, and phone, stuffing them into her pocket. Before heading out the door, she let the dogs outside, watching as Barry, Bella, and Luna bounded into the yard. They were always a source of energy and happiness, even on days like this.

As she watched them, her mind wandered back to Jey. He’d always been there for her on days like this, reminding her to take it easy, helping her get through the appointments. But today, she was alone. The thought weighed heavily on her, but she shook it off, taking a deep breath. She could handle this. She had to.

With one last look at the dogs playing in the yard, she headed to the car, bracing herself for the day ahead.

—

Jey finally made it to his hotel in Pennsylvania, exhausted from the trip. He checked in, grabbed his room key, and dragged his bags inside, throwing them down on the floor. Without a second thought, he plopped onto the bed, feeling the weight of the day settle into his bones. As he lay there, he pulled out his phone and decided to FaceTime Rhea. The phone rang for a bit before she finally answered.

“Hold on a sec,” Rhea said quickly as she adjusted the phone. Jey could see she was driving, and she pulled up to a stoplight before placing her phone on the magnetic holder in her car.

When she finally settled, she smiled, and Jey couldn’t help but smile back. It was always good seeing her face, even if it was through a screen.

“What you up to?” Jey asked, trying to hide the concern in his voice as he noticed she was clearly driving.

“I’m on my way to the doctor’s,” Rhea said, glancing quickly at the road before looking back at him. “The neurologist appointment you reminded me about earlier.”

Jey nodded. “I just got to the hotel, figured I’d check in on you.”

“I’m good, just feeling a bit off today. But I’ll be alright. You’re settled in?”

Jey sighed. “Yeah, settled, I guess. Just not the same without you here, you know?” He rubbed his face, trying to shake off the lingering stress. “You sure you’re alright to go to the appointment alone?”

Rhea smirked, a teasing look in her eyes. “I’m not a baby, Jey. I can handle it.”

“I know, I just… I worry.”

“I know,” she said softly, glancing at the road again as the light turned green. “But I’ve got this. You just focus on your work. We’ll talk more after the appointment, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Jey agreed, still feeling that knot of worry in his chest. “Just let me know what the doc says, okay?”

“Will do,” Rhea promised before blowing him a kiss through the screen. “Love you.”

“Love you more, I’ll hit you up later.” Jey replied, his voice low, as he watched her focus back on the road. “Later lovebug.” The FaceTime call ended.

Jey set his alarm for an hour, hoping to catch up on some sleep. He closed his eyes and tried to relax, but his mind kept wandering back to Rhea and her doctor’s appointment. He tossed and turned for a bit before he heard a knock on the door. Sighing, he sat up, mentally reminding himself to use Rhea’s under-eye cream when he got home—he was starting to look as tired as he felt.

He got up, dragged himself to the door, and opened it. Standing in the hallway was Kelani Jordan, NXT’s Women’s North American Champion. Jey blinked, clearly confused. “Kelani?” he asked, furrowing his brow. “What are you doing here? How did you get my room number?”

Kelani smiled sheepishly. “Hey, Jey. I was hoping to get your input on some new wrestling moves I’ve been working on. You know, get your advice and maybe we could meet up privately to go over them?”

Jey stood there for a moment, processing what she was saying. He was still confused—why would she come to him of all people? And how did she even know where he was staying? “Uh… I mean, yeah, I guess. But now?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

Kelani explained, “I’m going to be on RAW tonight, and I figured it’d be the perfect opportunity to get some one-on-one time before the show. I really respect your opinion, and I thought you’d be the best person to ask.”

Jey, still not fully understanding the situation, nodded. “Well honestly now, I really need some rest. I’ve had a long day.”

Kelani nodded, understanding, and smiled. “Of course. How about I just find you at the arena?” Jey nodded. “Thanks, Jey. I’ll catch you later.” She said smiling while walking away.

Jey closed the door and shook his head, still baffled by the whole interaction. He glanced at his phone, making sure his alarm was still set, and then climbed back into bed, hoping this time he’d be able to get some much-needed sleep.

—

The doctor told Rhea everything looked okay so far, and for a brief moment, hope flickered in her chest. “Great,” she said, almost too eagerly. “So that means I can wrestle in like six months tops, right?”

The doctor paused, taking off his reading glasses, and Rhea’s heart sank a little. He didn’t answer right away, just looked at her with the kind of gaze she hated—the one full of pity and concern. “Mrs. Addams,” he began carefully, Rhea put a hand up, “Just call me Demi.” The doctor nodded. “Demi… do you fully understand the extent of your brain injury?”

Rhea gave a small shrug, brushing it off. “It’s like taking a bump, right? Just got to recover.”

The doctor sighed, clearly frustrated by her nonchalance. “A hypoxic brain injury isn’t like a simple concussion, Demi. It’s a lack of oxygen to the brain, and it has long-lasting effects. You may feel fine on the surface, but inside your brain is still healing. You’re more susceptible to damage, and another head injury could be catastrophic. You can’t afford to push yourself right now.”

Rhea sat back in the chair, chewing on the inside of her lip. She hated this—feeling vulnerable, feeling limited. “But I feel great,” she argued, her voice a little too sharp. “I even partied till six in the morning the other day with my friends and family.”

The doctor raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “And that’s exactly why you need to start taking this more seriously. People who’ve just woken up from a coma don’t ‘party’ a few days later. You need to slow down, Demi. If you keep this up, you’re risking permanent damage.”

Rhea looked down at her hands, her fingers playing with the edge of her shirt, frustration and fear bubbling up inside her. “So… what now?”

The doctor’s tone softened, but his message was clear. “The receptionist will set you up with a follow-up in a month. Until then, no drinking, no wrestling, minimal workouts. And based on what I saw in your scans, no traveling either—not until I see you again next month.”

Rhea felt like the world had just stopped turning. No wrestling and no traveling. It was as if everything that made her feel like herself was being stripped away. She had fought so hard to get back to this point, to feel normal, and now it felt like she was being benched—again.

Her mind spun. How was she supposed to tell Jey? How could she sit still while the rest of the world kept moving? She thought about her friends, her family, her career. Would they all move on without her if she couldn’t keep up? Would she just be left behind? The idea of being stuck, of watching everyone else live while she was forced to stand still, made her feel claustrophobic.

She took a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill. This wasn’t just about the injury anymore. It was about losing the only thing that made her feel alive. And that terrified her more than any diagnosis ever could.

Rhea handed her card to the receptionist and completed the copay, but her mind was elsewhere. The doctor’s warnings echoed in her thoughts, each one heavier than the last. She clenched the appointment card for her follow-up in one month, feeling the weight of everything she couldn’t do. No drinking, no wrestling, minimal workouts, no traveling. It felt like her entire world was being fenced in.

Rhea walked out of the office and made her way to her Jeep, her muscles tense with frustration. As she slumped into the driver’s seat, she grabbed her phone, flipping through her contacts. She paused when she saw Almia’s name. Maybe brunch would help her get out of her head. She typed quickly: “Hey, any chance you’re free for brunch? Could really use the company.”

Almost immediately, Almia responded: “Absolutely, let’s meet at Nick’s Boathouse. You will love their onion rings!”

Rhea smiled faintly at the screen. She didn’t feel like being alone. With a sigh, she punched the address into her GPS and pulled out of the parking lot. The hum of the Jeep’s engine and the occasional chirping of her phone were the only sounds breaking the silence. The familiar Pensacola air hit her face as she rolled down the windows, and for a moment, she let the sea breeze sweep away the weight on her shoulders.

But in the back of her mind, the doctor’s words still haunted her. No traveling… It felt like she was being grounded, forced to face this reality of her body’s limits. She wasn’t used to feeling powerless. The fight in her wanted to rebel, to push through the boundaries, but she knew deep down this wasn’t something she could bulldoze her way through.

Meanwhile, backstage at RAW, Kelani Jordan strutted through the hallways with a smug smile tugging at her lips. Her title glistened on her shoulder, but her eyes weren’t on the gold. She was hunting for something else—something much more thrilling.

Kelani had heard the rumors about Jey and Rhea, the affair that started with secrecy and ended up splashed across headlines. If he could cheat on his wife with Rhea, he could definitely cheat on Rhea with me, Kelani thought, a spark of excitement lighting in her chest.

She recalled catching glimpses of Jey’s private moments with Rhea—the way he looked at her, how she pulled him close with nothing more than a suggestive smile. Kelani had watched, waiting for her turn, because if Rhea could seduce him, then she could do it better.

She had already positioned herself earlier, asking Jey for his help with some new moves. It had been the perfect excuse to get close to him. And tonight, she’d take it even further. After RAW, she planned to visit his room under the guise of “getting more advice.” But she had much more in mind than that. She’d put on something irresistible, something that would remind him just how tempting life outside of a committed relationship could be.

Men like Jey, Kelani thought, don’t change. If he cheated once, he’ll cheat again. It’s just a matter of time.

She had seen enough to know Jey had a weakness for women who threw themselves at him. And she planned on doing exactly that. After all, she had already witnessed Rhea get pulled into his room with nothing but a flash of her lingerie a couple of months ago. What could Rhea do that I can’t? Kelani’s smile deepened.

Her plan was simple—show Jey that she was an option. Plant the seed of doubt in his mind and let it grow. She didn’t care about the consequences. All she wanted was her turn, and tonight, she’d make sure to get it.

—

Jey snored loudly, nestled comfortably on the bed in his hotel room, fully enveloped in the bliss of a much-needed nap. He had finally allowed himself to unwind into a much needed rest after his flight, but just as he was sinking deeper into sleep, a loud knock echoed through the room. Jolted awake, he glanced at his phone—only three minutes remained until his alarm would go off. Frustration bubbled up as he contemplated whether to lash out at whoever was on the other side of the door.

With a groggy sigh, Jey stumbled to the door and called out, “Who is it?” To his surprise, it was Liv Morgan and Raquel Rodriguez, looking cheerful and slightly mischievous. Jey swung the door open, and they stood there, a whirlwind of energy, asking if they could come in.

“Only if you insist,” Jey replied with a teasing tone, stepping aside. “Not like I was napping or anything.”

As they entered the room, Liv wasted no time getting to the point. “So, we need to ask you something. Did Kelani come to your door earlier?”

Jey nodded, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Yeah, she said something about wrestling moves.”

Raquel smirked, crossing her arms. “Well, that’s a lie.”

Jey’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Liv jumped in, eager to explain. “We were in the breakfast area earlier and we were discussing strategy with Dom and when me and Raquel went to the bathroom, Dom swore on his wife that he overheard Kelani on the phone. He said she was saying something about how she was going to use and do you.”

Jey’s heart raced slightly, not fully grasping the implications. “Use me for what?”

Raquel took a step forward, her expression serious. “We think Kelani might be trying to sleep with you.”

A laugh escaped Jey’s lips, disbelief evident in his eyes. “First off, do you two know how much in love I am with Rhea to even consider that?” He shook his head, still chuckling. “Like, I’m not just going to throw everything away for some quick fling.”

Liv rolled her eyes, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Yeah, we know. But you know how she is—she has that charm and confidence that can be really convincing.”

“Plus, she’s been very… forward lately,” Raquel added, a knowing look passing between them. “And she knows you’re single this week, so she might think she has a shot.”

“I’m not single. Me and Rhea are engaged. She just can’t travel due to her injury.” Jey leaned against the wall, a slight frown replacing his earlier amusement. “Drama don’t ever stop..” He paused, collecting his thoughts. “Me and Rhea have something real. I’m not about to risk that.”

Liv and Raquel exchanged glances, both clearly wanting to support their friend but also concerned about the situation. “We just wanted you to know,” Liv said gently. “We’re looking out for you, and we care about Rhea. Just be careful, okay?”

Jey nodded, appreciating their concern. “I will. Trust me, I’m not going to let anything come between me and Rhea.” He took a deep breath, trying to shake off the anxiety that had crept in. “Thanks for looking out for me, though. I really appreciate it.”

Raquel smiled, her demeanor softening. “You know we’ve got your back. Just keep your head on straight.”

“Yeah,” Jey replied, feeling a renewed sense of determination. “I love Rhea, and that’s not going to change because of some games someone else wants to play.”

Jey felt a weight lift off his shoulders. Sure, there would always be temptations in the world of wrestling, but he knew where his heart truly lay. All he had to do now was make it back to Rhea and show her just how much she meant to him.

—

Rhea and Almia sat at a cozy table in Nick’s Boathouse, the sun glinting off the water as the gentle sound of waves lapping at the shore provided a peaceful background. Almia’s two kids, 5-year-old Zion and 3-year-old Za’khi, were happily munching on their kids’ meals, their attention on their food while Rhea and Almia enjoyed their conversation.

“How long are you staying in town?” Rhea asked, sipping from her drink, feeling a rare sense of calm.

“About three more days,” Almia replied, cutting a piece of her salad. “But I don’t have much planned, so if you need company, I’m all yours.”

Rhea felt a small sense of relief. “I’d love that, actually. I think I’m going to need some company.” She looked down at her hands for a moment, the thoughts from her doctor’s visit still weighing heavily on her, but she pushed them aside for now.

Almia smiled, glancing over at her boys to make sure they were okay, then leaned in slightly. “You know, I’ve been dying to ask…” She paused, as if weighing her words carefully. “How did you and Jey really become a thing?”

Rhea blinked, a little taken aback by the question, but she couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto her lips. It was a question she knew people were curious about—especially considering how their relationship had unfolded in the public eye. But the real story wasn’t as glamorous as people might think.

“Well,” Rhea began, “it actually started way back when I was still in NXT.” She glanced over at Zion and Za’khi, who were completely engrossed in their meals, and then looked back at Almia. “Jey and Jimmy came down to NXT to give a speech to the locker room. I remember it like it was yesterday. Everyone was buzzing about it. But something about what Jey said really stuck with me.”

Almia leaned in, intrigued. “What did he say?”

Rhea’s eyes softened, thinking back to that moment. “He talked about how important it is to really own who you are. He said if you don’t believe in yourself, no one else will. You have to bring your own fire, your own energy, because no one is going to do it for you.” She smiled slightly, remembering the intensity in Jey’s voice. “That speech, it pushed me. That’s when I really leaned into developing the Rhea Ripley persona.”

Almia nodded, clearly interested. “So, you guys hit it off after that?”

Rhea laughed softly, shaking her head. “Not exactly. I would see him here and there, but we never really talked. It wasn’t until last year at Fastlane that we actually had a real conversation. And even then, it was just friendly, you know? Nothing too deep.”

“But something must’ve happened,” Almia pressed gently, a knowing look in her eyes. “Because look at where you guys are now.”

Rhea exhaled, leaning back in her chair. “Yeah… well, in February this year, things just… shifted. I can’t even explain it. There was this connection between us that I hadn’t felt before. It started off as something casual, just two people spending time together. But it grew into something more, something we couldn’t really control.” She glanced at Almia. “It’s like everything just clicked, but it was never planned.”

Almia studied her for a moment, then smiled. “It sounds like it was meant to happen.”

“Maybe it was,” Rhea admitted quietly, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. “I didn’t expect any of this. But when I’m with him… it just feels right, even with everything that’s happened.”

Almia reached across the table, placing a comforting hand on Rhea’s. “That’s all that matters. Sometimes things happen when we least expect it, and you just have to go with it.”

Rhea nodded, grateful for Almia’s understanding. As they continued their conversation, Rhea couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for the people in her life who supported her and for Jey, who, despite all the ups and downs, was the one person who made her feel like she wasn’t alone in any of it.

—

Matthew Addams sat stiffly across from his lawyer, Hilary Vein, in a sleek, dimly lit office. Papers were strewn across the table, but the weight of the conversation was heavier than any legal document. Hilary leaned forward, her sharp eyes fixed on Matthew, as she asked the burning question, “Is there any concrete evidence we can use against Demi? We need something that proves she provoked you—that this was a crime of passion, not premeditated violence.”

Matt paused, his fingers nervously drumming against his leg. He’d spent countless hours thinking about how to turn the situation to his favor, but it wasn’t easy. Still, he knew there was one surefire way to hurt Jey—and maybe sway the court. He drew in a breath, glancing at Hilary before finally speaking.

“Demi and I,” he started, his voice steady but tense, “we were still being intimate. Up until three weeks before the incident. That’s why I didn’t see any signs of an affair. I had no idea about Jey or anyone else.”

Hilary arched an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Can you prove it?” Her tone was firm, skeptical.

Matt smirked darkly and pulled out his phone. He tapped the screen a few times, then handed it to her. Hilary’s eyes scanned over a few suggestive images of Rhea, her expression unchanging.

“This doesn’t prove you were intimate, Matt,” she said, sliding the phone back across the table. “It’s going to take more than a few risqué photos to convince a judge.”

Matt remained silent, his gaze unwavering. He tapped the screen again, swiping to the right, then turned the phone back toward her. This time, Hilary’s eyes widened slightly as she saw the video —one that couldn’t be misinterpreted. The video clearly showed him and Rhea, entwined in bed, unmistakably intimate, with a timestamp from just weeks before the attack. “Tell me you love me…” Matt’s voice was heard on the video. “I love you Matthew Addams..” Rhea’s voice replied. “You will never leave me?” Matt said. “Not in a million years for nobody..”

“The time and date don’t lie,” Matt said, his voice low, almost triumphant. “It was right before everything went down. She didn’t want me, but she still came back to me.”

Hilary’s expression shifted as she analyzed the conversation, weighing the potential impact it could have in court. “This… this could work,” she muttered, more to herself than to Matt. “But we need to be careful how we use this. It could paint a different narrative if we’re not strategic.”

Matt leaned back in his chair, feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction. He wasn’t just going to fight this charge—he was going to drag Demi and Jey down with him. If he couldn’t have her, no one would.

—

Flashback - August 2024

Jey lay beside Rhea, their bodies close after a night of deep connection. The moonlight filtered softly into the room, casting gentle shadows on the walls. His arm was draped over her, and she rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing. Everything felt peaceful, but beneath that calm, Jey had questions swirling in his mind—questions he couldn’t ignore any longer.

He tilted his head slightly to look at her, catching her gaze as she glanced up at him. The moment was quiet, but heavy with unspoken thoughts. After a pause, Jey broke the silence. “Are you still fucking Matt?” His tone was calm, but there was an edge of vulnerability in it, like he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear the answer.

Rhea’s heart skipped a beat. The question hung in the air, and she could feel the weight of it pressing down on her. She hadn’t expected him to ask so directly, not after everything they had shared in recent months. She froze for a moment, knowing that the truth wasn’t as simple as she wished it could be. But she couldn’t let Jey know that—not now.

She swallowed, then nodded slightly, forcing her voice to stay calm. “No, Jey. I haven’t been with Matt since a week before my return.”

It wasn’t the truth. Rhea knew she was lying, and guilt tugged at her immediately. But admitting the truth felt like it would shatter everything they had, and she wasn’t ready for that. She needed this with Jey, even if it meant keeping a part of herself hidden.

Jey looked at her for a long moment, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation. When he didn’t find one, he sighed softly, relief spreading across his face. “Okay,” he said, his voice quieter now. He gently pulled her closer, his hand resting on her shoulder.

Rhea leaned into him, the warmth of his embrace comforting, but the lie lingered in her mind. She wished things could be simpler, but for now, she pushed the guilt aside. All she wanted in this moment was to be with Jey.