#zilla yells

[pechaberriesandsoju]

HEY WHY THE FUCK IS THE ZIONIST SELF SHIPPER THAT FLIRTED WITH A MINOR BACK????

[4milly]

on wat you on. z.f

fuck my nigga, he ain’t shit! boy ain’t good for nun but dick, flodgin like you wit yo niggas, pussy boy you wit that bitch.

parings: zilla fatu x black!reader

warnings: TOXIC ASS RELATIONSHIP LMAOO it’s all i’ve ever known this might hit close to home tbh. cheating, name calling, smut.

where the fuck you at? 12:24AM

let me find out you with yo hoe ass friend shakin’ yo ass and imma be on 10. 12:25AM

missed call from: Z<3

bro now you really got me fucked up. turn yo lo back on, bro. 12:27AM

yo. on my life, don’t make me come find yo stupid ass, ma. 12:29AM

(6) missed calls from: Z<3

i told yo ass i fell asleep at jey’s house yet you still wanna do the fuckin’ most and shit. but nah. you tryna listen to what janay ugly ass wanna say instead of me tho. might as well be fuckin’ her. 12:34AM

i really don’t give a fuck bout’ what you saying nigga. i’m on whatever you on. you fuckin them lame ass hoes anyways…so wassup fr? 12:36AM

ight. bet. 12:37AM

coo. 12:37AM

“girl! fuck his trifling ass fr! i’m tryna have a good time!” your friend, janay, yelled over the music in the club

“you right. i’m not even tryna get on that with him forreal. it’s whatever.” you declined zillas next call before powering your phone off completely. he wanted to take it to the next level? let’s see who finishes the game.

he kicked the shit off the night prior by not only not coming home, but going to the club all night with his cousins without telling you. to further push shit to the fam, he was on instagram live acting like he didn’t see your phone calls, or comments but replying to other thirsty ass hoes.

the last year and a half for you and zilla already had been rocky. him wanting to always be a hypocrite. he took issue with you going out and partying and dressing sexy as you wanting attention from other dudes, especially if janay was involved. yet with the rising popularity of his cousins in the WWE, all eyes were on him. the son of the late umaga currently creating a name for himself, straying away from the shadows of his family. that created a shit show as more female fans appeared.

him greeting them, smiling, creating more conversation than needed, following them on instagram, liking their tweets, giving them free tickets all kinds of shit. he stressed how it was just him trying to create his image to get his name more popping…lying ass nigga.

zilla loved the attention. especially from Aaliyah, a promoter at a local wrestling venue trying to recruit him for a match. she’d always make sure to show up in the tinest baby tee from the target toddlers section, low rise jeans showing off her tattoo near her midsection, a butterfly belly piercing, and lipgloss giving zilla ‘fuck me eyes’. he ate that shit up, too. smiling—making sure every diamond from his grill was flashing—making jokes, and laughing. you knew how important it was to zilla to join his family, but he couldn’t do that without being a friendly ass nigga?

everytime you brought it to his attention, it all started and ended the same. an argument until he fucked you into submission until tears streamed down your eyes making you forget exactly what causes the argument. you’d be cool for a few days and it’d all repeat again.

“ight yall. this next one for all my ladies in here lookin realll and i do mean reallll sexy.” the dj spoke before mixing the current song to get it sexyy by sexyy red.

the club wasn’t the place to nurse a broken heart. but having your hair, makeup, and nails done looking good? you felt better anyways. the music was a plus.

“cmon! i’m tryna dance. ill deal with that nigga tomorrow.” you tossed back your drink before grabbing janay and heading to the dance floor

you begin throwing your ass back without a care in the world. whatever it caught just happened. you knew your poster girl dress left little to the imagination, but that was neither here or there right now.

you felt hands slide across your ass bringing you towards someone’s lap. liquor taking over you backed into the dude behind you throwing your ass onto him and grinding. he got to excited as he pressed his growing erection onto your ass. while dude definitely wasn’t getting any play, you hoped someone was recording or was a friend of zilla to show him two can play the game. the dudes hands palmed over your thighs are you leaned against him letting his head fall into your neck, the strong smell of henny coming from him.

“damn baby. you tryna get fucked in the back? all this ass forreal. bet that pussy good ass fuck, too.”

“nah. i got some in the back for yo ass tho.”

your eyes went wide as the dude was snatched from behind you. you quickly spun around to see him getting punched in the face by zilla.

how the hell? who the hell, actually?

“what the fuck is wrong with you? why would you do that?” you yelled, uselessly shoving him backwards

“shut the fuck up and getcho ass in the car. yo ass got me so fucked up.” he yelled grabbing your wrist to drag you out the club

“nah! i’m good. get the fuc—“

“yo man, i ain’t know she was yo bitch. she lookin like she was ready to take some.”

zilla moved back towards the guy delivering another punch to his eye landing him back onto his ass. he grabbed your wrist back into his tight grip pulling you outside the club.

“get off me!” you snatched your arm back from him

“this the shit you doin! dancing with another motherfucka like a hoe knowing you got a man? this why ion want you with her ass! she put you up to this bullshit!” he yelled looking over your shoulder glaring at janay

“nigga fuck you. i wouldn’t have to convince her of shit if your toxic ass wasn’t a liar! what makes you think she wasn’t gone go out tonight to nurse her heart after you wanted to be with some groupies on ig live?” janay responded with just as much hatred for zilla

“mind yo fuck ass business. you deadass? i told you what i was doin! where i was!”

“the next day in the afternoon? oh so you just man of the year? fuck you.” you gloated rolling your eyes

“watch yo fuckin mouth talkin’ to me like that. i ain’t having this conversation out here with you either. get in the car.”

“what so you can go to the club with random bitches but i do it? im a hoe? i’m the problem? you’re crazy.”

“oh so you in there giving other dudes some play? like they finna line up for pussy cause you got an attitude? ight. bet.” zilla opened the passenger seat to his car eyeing you “getcho stupid ass in the fuckin car. you ain’t about to be out here tryna give some other dudes some pussy on some independent revenge shit.”

“ugh! fuck!” you grunted into the mattress as zilla plowed into you from behind

“nah, you wanna be big and bad right? take that shit like a good girl, ma.” zilla breathed out placing his foot ontop of the bed giving himself more control to pull your ass backwards, “throw that shit back, ma.”

your mind couldn’t even put 2 and 2 together from his rhythm, so his request went unanswered. his hand roughly came down on your ass cheek making you gasp, “what i say? hm? throw that ass back like you was on ole dude.” his hand came down on another slap before you began to throw it back onto him

“yeaaa, that’s right. look at that pussy. only dick she’ll ever know. had that motherfucker’ thinkin he was finna get some tonight. thought my baby was gone give him some. you was gone give him some baby?”

“ah! n-“

his hand came down on another slap making your pussy clench around him in a death grip.

“tight ass pussy. you was gone give him some of my pussy? what belongs to me?”

you couldn’t shake the feeling overpowering your anger. your pussy aching for that release, you knew your man was going to give you. each thrust had a small sting as zilla was forcing you to take all of him without allowing you to adjust for a moment. zilla not only had a big ego, but a big dick to match it. each time feeling like the first of getting fucked. zilla was a whole lot to handle and sometimes you needed a moment to take him in before he got started. but tonight was different. you ran your mouth off and he was once again, fucking you into submission and near amnesia to sweep the nights activities under the rug.

the car ride was filled with spiteful words. soon as you got home, you grabbed a duffle bag deciding you couldn’t do it anymore. you couldn’t take him wanting to be a hypocrite, an asshole, and being friendly. you were over it. calling your bluff, he yanked the duffle bag out your hand.

“you ain’t going no fucking where. sit the fuck down and take them panties off. running yo fuckin’ mouth. put that ass in the air, ma.”

“you really think, i’m about to give your bitch ass some? nah! let that other bitch get your dick wet. fuck you!”

“there is no other bitch. you think i’m letting you go over some bratty ass attitude you got? you wanted to get fucked tonight right? let me give you whatchu want. get them panties off.”

all it took was for you to raise your dress up to ur hips for zilla to see you had no panties on, for you end up in your current position. dress torn to shreds around your body, him naked, and pumping his dick into your pussy with no mercy, making you take every inch he had.

“whatchu was on tonight? wearing no panties? you like making me like this shit huh? you worried about me fuckin’ her, all i’m worried about is fuckin’ you. but you wanna be annoying and shit.” he grunted before speeding up his thrust

“shit! zilla—ssss—wai—“ you hissed out as you pushed back against his abdomen at an attempt to get him to slow down

“this wet ass pussy, nawl. you wanna be grown, showin yo ass, right? take this shit.” he pulled both your arms back into his wrist pinning them against your back. he rammed his dick into your tight space, using the advantage against you.

your sobs bouncing off the walls with the noise of your pussy squelching with every move of his hips. you couldn’t stop leaking like a faucet onto his dick. your juices connecting you to his lap as your ass rippled with each draw back. zilla gathered some of your arousal onto his thumb before pushing against your 2nd hole; it immediately clenching onto him.

“shit, baby! oh! ohhhhhh myyyy goddd.” you moaned at the feeling

your expression was priceless. teary eyes, pouty lips, and whines with the sheets coated in drool at how your pussy had a tight fit around him as he pumped. it felt too good. zilla quickly averted his attention to the ceiling with his lip in between his teeth; he was about to nut watching your pussy squeeze him. tonight was about teaching you not to fuck with him. while he crossed the line in your head, you crossed the fuck out of it in his.

“fuck, ma! i love this pussy. you was gone take her from me?” he panted speeding up “this pussy ain’t goin n’where. you ain’t going n’where.” he moaned out “takin’ me all good and shit. whining about how big it is. you can take this dick—keep that back arched f’me.”

“mmmmm.” you cried out feeling your nut rushing towards you. if he didn’t slow down soon, with his dick and his thumb, you were gonna make a mess all on him and the bed

“you wanna cum, ma? you think you earned it?” he asked removing his thumb and grabbing your hair to pull you towards him. his hand lowering towards where you both were connected and rubbed your clit in circles making your mouth open on a scream “who owns you? who this pussy belongs to?”

you tired to form a sentence in your head—anything! to please him to let you cum.

“who owns you? whose pussy is this?”

“yours.” you croak out in a small voice throwing your ass into his lap chasing his high

“nah.” zilla bends you forward again pushing at your back for your arch, “you wanna cum f’me? show me how bad. get that nut, ma.”

you placed your hands onto the bed before reversing the roles and fucking yourself with his dick. your body shuddering as you pushed yourself onto him.

“whose pussy is this? you ain’t cummin’ till you tell me.”

“mmmm fuck! yours zilla! it’s your pussy! a—i’m cumminggg ahhh.” you collapsed—temporarily loosing consciousness—to the bed as you gushed around his dick, your pussy convulsing around him mimicking your body as you thrashed on the bed babbling. zilla following behind you flooding your pussy with his cum. he let out a moan watching it spill out around the sides.

he wrapped you into a bear hug, panting deep into your ear as your bodies shuttered. he released a deep guttural moan as his dick kept twitching with spurts of his cum still shooting out.

“you ain’t going no fuckin’ where y’understand me? this pussy stayin right here and so is you,” he panted into your ear “you’re mines. no other fuckin’ dude. remember that shit. im yours. and you mines.”

“if i catch you talking to those groupie ass bitches again. imma cut all of yall. i mean that shit.”

zilla let out a chuckle as he pulled out of you. he bit his lip at the sight of your pussy pushing out whatever it couldn’t fit inside onto the sheets.

“i know, ma. i know.” he responded before heading to the bathroom.

even though you were in and out of consciousness fighting sleep, you didn’t miss him grabbing his phone out his pants pocket before.

you heard the sound of the shower running, nearly tuning his voice out, “…yea…just put her to sleep. have them panties off f’me when i get there. y’know how i want it, baby…you and janay getting all this dick t’night, aaliyah. t’care of each other fore’ i pull up. wantchall ready fa me. betta be wet too…ight…on the way.”

FA THE PLOT???? 😭. i wanted this have a cute ending but my trauma wouldn’t allow it LMAOOOOOO. 2 FICS IN ONE DAY IS CRAZYYYY

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Checkmate ( Book 3 of 3 in BTR Series ) a Jhea Fanfic.

Chapter 3: Everlong..

Flashback: May 4th, 2025 1:21 PM

Jey pushed open the garage backdoor, letting the familiar warmth of their home wash over him. “Babe!” he called out, his voice echoing through the house.

“In the kitchen!” Rhea yelled back, her voice carrying a cheerful lilt that made him smile instantly.

Jey stepped into the kitchen and stopped in his tracks, his gaze landing on his beautiful wife. God, it felt good to say that—his wife. She was leaning against the counter, a glow radiating from her that he couldn’t get enough of. Her hair was pulled up in a loose bun, and she was casually munching on a handful of something she clearly couldn’t resist.

He crossed the room in a few strides and leaned in to kiss her, his hands resting gently on her waist. Rhea melted into the kiss, her lips soft and lingering as if she didn’t want it to end. “Missed you,” she murmured against his mouth, her voice low and full of affection.

Jey broke the kiss, resting his forehead against hers. “I missed you so much,” he whispered. His eyes flicked down to her growing belly, and a grin spread across his face. “How’s my future WWE superstar doing?”

Bending down, he pressed a gentle kiss to her belly, his hands cradling her sides as he did so.

Rhea laughed softly, her hand running through his short hair. “He’s been doing just fine. Although,” she said, smirking, “he’s been craving some Hot Cheetos with cheese again. And don’t even try to tell me that’s not him because I know it’s not me.”

Jey chuckled, shaking his head as he rested his cheek against her stomach. “Oh, you hear that, little man? You already got your mama blaming you for the cravings, huh?”

Rhea rolled her eyes, though her smile didn’t falter. “You know I’m right. He’s got your taste buds, that’s for sure.”

Jey kissed her belly again, his voice softening as he spoke directly to their unborn son. “You keep taking care of your mama, alright? You’re already the champ of this house, little guy.”

Rhea’s heart swelled as she watched her husband. Moments like these, simple but full of love, were the ones she cherished the most. For the first time in what felt like forever, everything was perfect.

Rhea wiped her hands on a towel and leaned back against the counter as Jey went and stood next to her, his arm brushing hers. “How’s your cousin doing with his direction in SmackDown?” she asked, tilting her head curiously.

Jey nodded, crossing his arms. “Zilla? Oh, he’s doing fine. Holding his own. You know how he is—got that Anoa’i stubbornness.”

Rhea grinned. “That’s good. They gave me his storyline to handle. This is the first one where it’s all on me, no edits, no team input. Just me.”

Jey raised an eyebrow, impressed. “All on you? Damn, babe, you’re killing it. You’re gonna make him look like a star.”

Rhea smiled but quickly shifted gears. “Speaking of Zilla, I heard something from Trin’ about him and a girl? Dahlia, right?”

Jey chuckled. “Yeah, that’s her name. He’s started seeing her. It’s kinda sweet, you know? At least until last night.”

Rhea raised an eyebrow. “What happened last night?”

Jey shook his head, a mix of amusement and frustration on his face. “We all hit the bar—me, Joseph, Jacob, and Zilla. Everything was fine, but then this girl, Cora, shows up. Zilla starts dancing with her, right in the middle of the club, like he didn’t have a girl waiting on him at home. It wasn’t a good look, babe. Not for the weak, that’s for sure.”

Rhea let out a laugh, leaning against the counter for support. “That’s bold. And coming from you, of all people, giving him advice on respecting his girlfriend? That’s rich.”

Jey narrowed his eyes at her, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Rhea tilted her head, playfully nudging his shoulder. “I mean, look at us. Look how we started.”

Jey’s expression softened, his voice steady as he stepped closer to her. “You know I never regret you. Or the way we started. Not for a second.”

Rhea’s teasing smile faltered slightly, replaced by something softer, more sincere. “I know. I know.”

Jey reached out, his fingers gently brushing her cheek before resting on her shoulder. “You already said yes to me once, and I know you’d do it again. You’re locked in, Rhea. There’s no going back now.”

She laughed, shaking her head at his confidence. “Well, since we’re on the subject, my stuff actually came in today.”

Jey tilted his head. “What stuff?”

“My new driver’s license, passport—all of it. It’s official now,” Rhea said, her eyes glinting with mischief.

Jey raised an eyebrow, curious. “What’s it say?”

Rhea smirked and held out an invisible ID card as if showing it to him. “Demi Fatu.”

Jey’s grin widened, his chest swelling with pride. He pulled her closer, resting his forehead against hers. “See? Told you. You’re locked in. No escaping now.”

Rhea laughed again, the sound warm and genuine as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Guess I’m stuck with you, huh?”

Jey leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “Forever, baby.”

Jey then leaned against the counter once more, his eyes sparkling as he asked, "Now, how are my sons?"

Rhea placed her hand on her belly briefly, her other hand reaching for a glass of water. "They're doing well. Right now, Jeyce is at CD Master Copy with Demi, and Jaciyah is over at Daya's house."

Jey raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Oh... so we've got the house to ourselves, huh?"

Rhea caught the look in his eye and rolled hers in response, a small smile tugging at her lips. "It seems that way."

Jey stepped closer, leaning in to brush his lips against the side of her neck. His voice was low and teasing. "Let's go upstairs."

Rhea turned slightly to glance at the stove, hesitating. "I gotta start cooking dinner," she said, her tone half-hearted.

Jey wrapped his arms around her from behind, pressing his lips to her shoulder. "We can order in," he murmured, his hands beginning to roam gently over her curves.

Rhea let out a soft laugh, tilting her head back against his chest. She loved how affectionate Jey was, how he made her feel like she was the only woman in the world.

"Come on," Jey coaxed, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Let me see this beautiful body."

Rhea smiled, her resolve quickly fading as her fingers toyed with the edge of the towel hanging from the counter. "You've got five minutes," she teased.

Jey pulled back, his grin wide and triumphant.

"Five minutes? Babe, I only need three."

Before Rhea could respond, Jey grabbed her hand, tugging her toward the stairs. Both of them were laughing by the time they reached the first step, Rhea's giggles mixing with Jey's soft chuckles as he led her upstairs, leaving the world -and the dinner preparations-behind.

-

Jey lay sprawled across the bed, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. Rhea nestled against him, her head resting on his shoulder as she lightly traced circles on his chest with her finger. The soft hum of the ceiling fan filled the room as their laughter began to fade into comfortable silence.

Rhea tilted her head up to look at him, her lips twitching into a playful smile. “That,” she said, breaking the silence, “was way more than five minutes.”

Jey let out a low chuckle, his arm tightening around her waist. “Would’ve gone longer if you’d let me.”

She rolled her eyes, smirking. “Sure, Joshua. Seriously, though, how do you have so much energy? You’re not twenty anymore.”

He grinned, looking down at her. “In my culture, forty years old is peak energy. You don’t even know what’s coming.”

Rhea quirked an eyebrow at him. “You’re thirty-nine right now, though.”

Jey shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Doesn’t matter. I’m giving it to you like I’m twenty-one, and you’re loving every second of it.”

Rhea let out a burst of laughter, shaking her head. “You’re impossible. But…” Her tone softened as she glanced toward the nightstand. “I actually did something. Something for you.”

Jey sat up slightly, curiosity flickering across his face. “Yeah? What’s that?”

Rhea reached over and pulled out a sleek black book with intricate blue lace designs on the cover. It was heavier than it looked, and she handed it to him with a shy smile.

“Before you say anything,” she began, her voice wavering slightly, “I wanted to do this… for me. To feel confident. You know, in case I don’t lose the baby weight or if I stop feeling like myself after the baby comes…” She trailed off, her eyes dropping to the book.

Jey frowned, sitting up fully now. “Hey, don’t say stuff like that. Baby, you’re carrying my son. You’ve always been gorgeous to me. You’re my everything. Nothing’s gonna change that.”

Rhea gave him a small smile, her cheeks flushing. “Just open it.”

Jey raised an eyebrow but obeyed, opening the book to the first page. Scrawled in elegant script were the words “To Joshua.”

His lips curved into a soft smile as he flipped to the next page. His breath hitched as his eyes landed on the first photo. It was Rhea, dressed in deep blue lingerie that complemented her pale skin and dark tattoos. Her hair was tousled, her pose confident yet alluring, and the soft lighting made the entire image look ethereal.

Jey flipped through the pages, each photo capturing a different side of her. Some were playful, with Rhea grinning at the camera, her hand resting on her stomach, while others were more seductive, with her gaze smoldering and her body posed to perfection.

“You did this for me?” he finally asked, his voice tinged with awe as he turned to look at her.

Rhea nodded, her fingers nervously twisting the edge of the sheet. “Yeah. I thought it’d be something special, you know? A way for you to remember this time… and me.”

Jey shook his head, his eyes returning to the book. “Special? Babe, this is more than special. This is everything. You’re stunning. Damn, look at you…”

Rhea let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, her lips curving into a genuine smile. “You really like it?”

Jey closed the book and set it aside, pulling her closer until she was practically in his lap. “Like it? Rhea, you’re gonna have to hide this thing, or I’m gonna be looking at it every day. You’ve always been my girl, but now you’re officially a goddess.”

Rhea laughed, the sound soft and full of relief. “You’re so dramatic.”

“And you’re perfect,” Jey countered, his voice low and sincere as he cupped her face. “Thank you for this. For everything.”

Rhea leaned in, their foreheads touching. “You’re welcome, baby. But you’re not framing any of those pictures.”

Jey smirked, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “We’ll see.”

As they lay back down, Jey kept the book on the nightstand, already knowing he’d sneak another look at it later. More than the photos, though, he felt overwhelmed with love and gratitude for the woman who had become his entire world.

Jey had drifted into a relaxed state, his arm lazily wrapped around Rhea’s waist as they lay together. The sound of her voice broke the quiet moment.

“Oh, by the way,” Rhea said casually, her tone nonchalant, “I bought a boat.”

Jey hummed, barely processing her words as he trailed his fingers along her arm. “That’s nice,” he mumbled, his voice heavy with drowsiness.

A few seconds later, Jey’s eyes shot open, realization hitting him like a freight train. He sat up abruptly, looking at her in disbelief. “Wait… you bought a boat?”

Rhea turned her head to him, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. “Well, duh.”

“Babe,” Jey said, his tone hovering between shock and amusement. “You can’t just casually drop that in the middle of a conversation! A boat? Like an actual boat? With a motor and everything?”

Rhea nodded proudly. “Yep. It’s not some little dinghy either—it’s a nice one. It’s docked down at the marina. I figured, why not? We’re by the water, and it could be fun for us. For the kids, too.”

Jey ran a hand down his face, chuckling in disbelief. “Rhea, you bought a boat without even telling me?”

She sat up, crossing her legs and giving him a playful nudge. “You’re acting like I drained our entire bank account. I used my money, Joshua. Besides, you’re always saying we should enjoy life more, so I made a move.”

Jey shook his head, still processing. “I mean, I’m not mad… I just wasn’t expecting this. What made you decide to get a boat out of nowhere?”

Rhea shrugged, her grin widening. “Honestly? I saw it online a couple weeks ago and thought, why not? Plus, I pictured you teaching Jeyce and Jaciyah how to fish off the side of it. And I thought it’d be a nice escape for us. Just you, me, and the water. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Jey softened at her words, leaning back on his hands. “Yeah, it does. I just… Damn, you really bought a boat.”

Rhea burst into laughter at his expression. “You’re adorable when you’re flustered. Wanna go see it?”

“Right now?” Jey asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, why not? The kids aren’t home, and it’s a beautiful day. We can check it out, maybe take it out for a little spin.”

Jey smirked, pulling her closer. “Alright, Mrs. Fatu, you’re full of surprises today. Let’s go see this boat of yours. But I swear, if it’s got some ridiculous name like ‘Riptide Rhea,’ I’m turning it around.”

Rhea gasped dramatically, pretending to be offended. “I would never! But now that you mention it, that’s kind of catchy…”

Jey groaned, grabbing her hand and pulling her off the bed. “Come on, let’s go. But don’t blame me if I start calling it ‘Uso’s Boat.’”

As they got dressed, Rhea couldn’t help but beam at how easily he rolled with her impulsive decision. If there was one thing she loved about Jey, it was his ability to embrace whatever curveball life—or she—threw at him.

—

Jey stepped out of Rhea’s plum Tahoe, still adjusting to the fact that Rhea had just casually mentioned buying a boat. He moved around the front of the vehicle and opened the passenger side door, offering his hand to her with a grin.

“Ready, babe?”

Rhea gave him a mischievous smile as she took his hand, stepping out with a confidence that always captivated him. Together, they began walking toward the dock, and Jey couldn’t help but notice how the boats were getting bigger with each step.

At first, he thought they were approaching a moderately sized boat, but as they walked further into the marina, he began seeing yachts of varying sizes that dwarfed the smaller vessels. Jey raised an eyebrow. “Babe, where are we headed exactly? This looks like yacht central.”

Rhea simply smiled and kept walking, clearly enjoying the mystery she was creating. Finally, they stopped at the base of a truly massive yacht. Jey’s mouth dropped open as he took in the sight—a 130-foot Mangusta yacht, shining like a beacon in the sun.

Jey blinked, taking a step forward to get a closer look. “Wait a damn minute… This isn’t a boat. This is a YACHT! A whole damn yacht! How much did this cost?”

Rhea looked over at him, the smile never leaving her face. “Well, you’re having a good year, Jey. I just got a pay bump, and with the lovely inheritance I received and paying off all of house and the Tahoe, I figured, why not? The owner was a huge wrestling fan, so he gave me a good deal on it.”

Jey’s mind raced. He had just barely wrapped his head around the fact that Rhea had bought a yacht, and now she was telling him it came with a discount from a wrestling fan?

“Wait a second,” Jey said, looking around at the lavish boat. “It’s not just a yacht. This is like a floating mansion. A damn palace on the water.”

Rhea laughed, clearly enjoying his reaction. “Well, yeah. Y-A-C-H-T, Jey. YACHT. Got it?”

Jey shook his head in disbelief, still taking in the sheer size and luxury of it all. “You bought a yacht… You know what? Never mind. I’m not even surprised anymore. You’re a walking surprise.”

Rhea’s laugh softened as she gently nudged him. “I told you, you’d be impressed.”

Jey shook his head in amazement. “Impressed? Babe, I’m beyond impressed. I’m just trying to figure out how I’m gonna look cool enough to be seen on this thing. This is next level.”

Rhea grinned, taking his hand and pulling him toward the gangway. “Come on, I’ll show you around. Trust me, you’re gonna love it. And when we throw parties out here, you’ll be the one everyone’s asking about.”

Jey followed her up the ramp, still in awe of the yacht. The gleaming, polished deck stretched out before them, and he couldn’t help but grin as they stepped inside. The view from the main deck was stunning, and the interior looked like something out of a luxury magazine. The walls were sleek and modern, the furniture a perfect blend of comfort and sophistication.

“Damn, Rhea,” Jey muttered, running a hand along the polished wood of the bar area. “This is ours now? You sure you’re not trying to make me jealous?”

Rhea smirked, sitting on one of the plush couches with a glass of water she’d grabbed from the galley. “I figured we deserve it. We work hard, we’ve got the kids, we’ve got the life. Why not treat ourselves?”

Jey sat beside her, shaking his head. “You’re wild. But I love it. Let���s break this thing in properly. When do we take her out?”

Rhea smiled, leaning back into the cushions. “Whenever you want. I’m thinking we should plan a weekend getaway next week, just the two of us. What do you think?”

Jey grinned, his arm wrapping around her waist. “I think that sounds perfect.”

As they gazed out over the water, Jey couldn’t help but think that no matter what life threw at them, they had built something special together. The yacht, the house, their family—it was all a reflection of their hard work, and there was no one he’d rather share it all with than Rhea.

“Welcome to our new life,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Rhea closed her eyes and smiled. “Welcome to our yacht, baby.”

—

As the sizzling sound of fried chicken filled the kitchen, Rhea couldn’t help but smile to herself. She was half-listening, half-laughing at the lively conversation taking place in the living room. Jey had been on FaceTime with Jon and Joe for the past several minutes, still hyped up about the yacht, and Rhea was loving every second of it. Her heart swelled with affection for him as she heard him continue to boast.

“BRO, I’M TELLING YOU! IT’S A FUCKING YACHT!” Jey said, his voice practically vibrating with excitement.

Rhea shook her head with a chuckle, glancing at the sizzling chicken legs in the pan. She didn’t mind the noise—it just meant Jey was in a good mood. She loved seeing him this happy, especially after all the drama they’d been through over the past few months. He deserved this moment, and she was happy to be a part of it.

Jon’s voice came through the phone, teasing him. “So, when are we going on this yacht, Jey? I need to see this for myself.”

Joe’s voice followed, equally amused. “Yeah, yeah, we want to experience this too, bro!”

Jey leaned back on the couch, smiling wide. “Well, we got a trip for me and her next week, but I’ll figure something out. I’ll make sure you guys get your chance to come see it. It’s gonna be a party on the water when you do.”

Jon laughed. “Man, I can’t wait. You know, I gotta say, I never thought I’d be saying ‘I’m gonna hit up Jey Uso’s yacht’ anytime soon.”

Joe chimed in, his voice calm but teasing. “Just don’t fall overboard, you klutz.”

Jey shot back quickly, laughing. “I won’t fall over, Joe! I’ve got balance, I ain’t gonna pull a ‘Jon’ on this one!”

Rhea could hear Jon and Joe bursting into laughter in the background, both of them playfully ribbing Jey. She shook her head, grinning to herself as she finished up the last few pieces of chicken and turned off the stove.

She walked into the living room, her eyes softening as she looked at Jey, who was now holding the phone at an awkward angle, clearly trying to get a good angle of himself. He looked up at her and smiled.

“Yo, babe, these guys are already planning a trip to the yacht. They’re acting like it’s the next best thing since sliced bread,” Jey said with a laugh.

Rhea raised an eyebrow as she stood in the doorway, folding her arms. “You told them about the yacht?” Asking as if she already didn’t know.

Jey chuckled. “What? You know I can’t keep secrets when I’m this excited! And they’re already plotting. Can you blame ’em?”

Rhea couldn’t hold back a laugh as she shook her head. “I’m sure they’ll make it an event, like always.”

Joe’s voice suddenly broke through. “Hey, Jey, just make sure Rhea doesn’t throw a big ol’ party out there without us. We want in.”

Jey smirked, looking at Rhea. “I’ll make sure of it. But if they wanna come, they gotta bring their own drinks. I’m not the one supplying the whole crew.”

Rhea playfully rolled her eyes. “Well, if they’re gonna come, we better start making plans. I have no doubt that Jon and Joe will turn it into a whole thing.”

Jon’s voice came through, laughing. “You know we will! We’ll have a blast.”

“Alright, alright,” Jey said with a chuckle. “I’ll plan something. But I’m telling you right now, we’re keeping it low key. No over-the-top shenanigans. Let’s just have a good time.”

Rhea smiled and walked over, leaning down to kiss Jey on the cheek. “Sounds like a plan. But in the meantime, I think you should stop bragging about the yacht and enjoy your food.”

Jey looked at her, grinning ear to ear. “I’m enjoying both, don’t worry about me.”

She walked away toward the kitchen counter, pulling the freshly made fried chicken from the stove and setting the plates. “Alright, you’re going to eat and then you’re going to help me clean up this mess. Deal?”

Jey rolled his eyes but grinned, “Deal. I don’t even know why you’re asking, you know I always help.”

Rhea gave him a knowing look. “You do, but only after I remind you. Now eat, I’m starving too.”

As Jey sat down to eat, he glanced back at his phone and gave one last smile. “Alright, enough talk about the yacht. Gotta enjoy the moment. But I’ll make sure we’ll have a damn good time when you guys come down, alright?”

Jon and Joe said their goodbyes, and the call ended.

Jey leaned back in the couch, content with life, as Rhea joined him, grabbing her own plate and sinking into the couch beside him.

“Seriously though,” Rhea said softly, glancing at Jey, “I’m glad you’re happy. You deserve it.”

Jey smiled warmly, taking her hand. “I feel like everything’s coming together. And having you by my side—nothing beats that.”

She squeezed his hand, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. For once, everything felt like it was coming all together.

—

Flashback: May 24th, 2025 – 10:14 AM

“Babe! Did you pack the sunscreen?” Rhea called up the stairs, her voice cutting through the buzz of excitement filling the house.

From their bedroom, Jey called back, “Yes! I got it!” His voice carried a hint of amusement, knowing how Rhea never trusted him to remember the essentials.

The weather was unusually hot for Stamford, a sweltering 94 degrees—not typical for the area but perfect for the plans they had today. It was the ideal occasion to break in Julie, their brand-new yacht. They’d invited family and close friends for the maiden voyage, and, to their surprise, everyone RSVP’d. Jey was especially excited, having even extended the invite to his cousin Isayah and Isayah’s girlfriend, Dahlia.

Rhea, on the other hand, was curious but slightly anxious. She had only met Isayah twice in passing and had only heard brief mentions of Dahlia. But today wasn’t the day for overthinking—she was determined to make it special for everyone.

As Rhea double-checked the cooler she’d packed with snacks and drinks, Jaciyah and Jeyce came bounding down the stairs, clearly in a hurry.

“Bye, Mom!” Jaciyah called, already halfway out the door.

“Wait, where are you two going?” Rhea asked, setting down the cooler to catch their attention.

Jaciyah turned, his usual calm demeanor replaced with excitement. “Me and Jeyce are going to hang out with Demi and Daya. Their dad is cooking a whole pig and invited us over to experience it.”

Rhea smiled warmly, folding her arms as she leaned against the kitchen counter. “Oh, you’re going to love pig! Dominik and Damian did that for me one time, and it was so worth it. Trust me, you’re in for a treat. Have fun, okay? And don’t forget sunscreen, it’s brutal out there today.”

“Will do, Mom!” Jeyce called over his shoulder as the two of them darted out the door, their laughter trailing behind them.

Rhea chuckled to herself, marveling at how grown up they were becoming. She grabbed her phone to check the time and called up to Jey again. “Babe, we need to leave soon! Everyone’s going to be at the marina in an hour.”

Jey appeared at the top of the stairs, sunglasses perched on his head and a confident grin on his face. “Relax, we got time. Besides, it’s our yacht—no one’s leaving without us.”

Rhea rolled her eyes with a smirk. “You act like being late is fashionable or something.”

Jey descended the stairs and wrapped his arms around her waist. “I’m not late—I’m on ‘island time.’ Big difference.”

Rhea shook her head, laughing softly. “Well, ‘island time’ better get moving because I’m not about to make a bad first impression on your cousin or his girlfriend.”

“They’ll be fine,” Jey reassured her, kissing her temple. “Besides, you’re overthinking. Everyone loves you.”

She sighed but smiled, grabbing the cooler. “Let’s just hope Julie lives up to all this hype you’ve been throwing around.”

Jey laughed, grabbing the sunscreen and their bags. “Oh, she will. Trust me.”

As they loaded up the Tahoe and headed to Anchor Point Marina, the anticipation grew. It wasn’t just about the yacht—it was about the memories they were about to create with the people they loved most.

Jey and Rhea pulled up to the marina, and Rhea immediately spotted the group already waiting by the dock. She grinned and said, “Help me out of here, Uce’!”

Jey laughed as he parked the Tahoe. “Okay, give me a second, Ripley!” He stepped out, waving at everyone gathered. Then he made his way around to Rhea’s side, opened the door, and extended his hand to help his 26-week pregnant wife out of the car.

Rhea groaned softly as she shifted her weight to stand. “I swear, I’m not this clumsy. It’s your son making me waddle already.”

Jey smirked and kissed her cheek. “That’s a big Samoan baby in there. You’re doing great, baby.”

Rhea rolled her eyes affectionately and waved at the girls as she waddled over. The women—Trinity, Galina, Almia, Kayden, and Liv—gathered around her for a warm group hug. Liv, nearing the end of her first trimester, smiled brightly as she placed a hand on Rhea’s bump. “Girl, you’re glowing! But damn, you’re carrying like you’re closer to term.”

“Blame Jey and his heavy-duty genes,” Rhea teased, laughing. “He doesn’t do small babies, apparently.”

While the girls fussed over Rhea, the boys—Damian, Jon, Joseph, Dominik, and Joe—helped Jey unload the coolers and food from the Tahoe. They exchanged playful banter, already debating who would take the helm of the yacht first.

Then Rhea noticed an Uber pulling up nearby and paused, watching as a familiar face stepped out. It was Jey’s younger cousin, Isayah, better known as Zilla Fatu. His tall frame and confident stride reminded Rhea of the first time they’d met. He hadn’t changed much, still carrying himself with a quiet but unmistakable swagger.

Isayah smiled when he saw her and made his way over. “Rhea, how are you?” he asked, pulling her into a warm hug. “The plane ride was a bit bumpy, but not bad.”

“I’m great,” Rhea said, returning the hug. “But seriously, what’s with these Samoan genes? I’m waddling already, and I’ve got weeks to go.”

“Hey, don’t blame me,” Isayah teased. “That’s all Jey. You know our family doesn’t do anything halfway.”

Rhea laughed, then caught sight of the young woman standing beside him. She was thick, with striking features and a calm demeanor that radiated warmth. Isayah smiled and gestured toward her. “Where are my manners? Rhea, this is my girlfriend, Dahlia.”

Dahlia extended her hand politely. “It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

But Rhea waved it off with a wide smile. “Nonsense, we’re all family here!” She pulled Dahlia into a welcoming hug before grabbing her hand. “Come on, you have to meet the girls. They’ll love you.”

As Rhea led Dahlia over to the group, Isayah chuckled and turned toward the rest of the boys. “Well, she didn’t waste any time.”

Jon patted his younger cousin on the back. “That’s how it is with us. You bring someone around, and they’re in. No initiation required.”

“Unless you’re talking about karaoke on the yacht later,” Joe chimed in with a grin. “Then there’s definitely initiation.”

The men laughed as they finished unloading, the excitement for the day ahead building. Meanwhile, Rhea introduced Dahlia to the women, who immediately embraced her into their circle, welcoming her with stories and laughter.

It was shaping up to be a perfect day to break in Julie, and the excitement of family, friends, and new connections was already in full swing.

—

August 27th, 2025 – 4:01 PM (Undisclosed Location)

Rhea’s eyes fluttered open, her vision blurred and her head pounding. She tried to lift her hands to rub her temples, but the sharp jingle of metal stopped her. Panic began to seep into her chest as she realized her wrists were bound by cold, unyielding handcuffs. She was weak, her body still fragile from giving birth, her muscles aching as if every ounce of her energy had been siphoned away.

She glanced around the dimly lit room, shadows playing on the cracked walls. Her breaths came fast and shallow, and she shouted hoarsely, “Help! Somebody! Anyone!”

A low, chilling laugh echoed from the darkness.

Rhea froze, her heart hammering in her chest as the sound grew closer. A figure emerged, fully clothed in black, his face obscured by a ski mask. He stood still for a moment, letting the silence suffocate the space between them. Slowly, he reached up and pulled off the mask, revealing his face.

“Dustin?” Rhea’s voice trembled with confusion and disbelief.

The man before her smiled, but there was no warmth behind it—only malice. “Hello… Black Mamba.” He spat the nickname like it was venom on his tongue, his tone laced with bitterness.

Rhea flinched at the sound of the name, a moniker she hadn’t heard in years. “Why… what? Dustin, what’s going on?”

Her mind raced, trying to piece together how she had ended up here, why Dustin was standing before her with such hatred in his eyes.

Dustin tilted his head, feigning innocence. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he said, his voice low and menacing.

“Why’d you do this?” Rhea asked, desperation creeping into her tone. “What did I do to you?”

Dustin’s eyes narrowed, and his lips curled into a twisted smile. “I’ll tell you,” he said, stepping closer. “But only when I feel like it.”

He leaned down, his face inches from hers, his breath hot against her skin. “You’re in no position to ask questions, Black Mamba.”

Rhea recoiled as he straightened up and turned toward the door. His boots thudded heavily against the floor as he walked away. Just before stepping out, he turned his head slightly, his profile illuminated by the faint light from the hallway.

“Go ahead and scream,” he said, his voice calm and cold. “No one will hear you anyway.”

The door slammed shut, leaving Rhea alone in the suffocating silence. She sat frozen, her mind reeling. The nickname. The malice in his voice. The betrayal. It all churned in her head as she fought back tears, trying to think, to plan, to survive.

Her body trembled, but her resolve hardened. She didn’t know how or when, but she would find a way out of this. She had to. For herself. For Jey. For their son.

[mjonthetrack]

R2

The following afternoon Tamika spent

yelling about instructing a bunch of men on

what she wanted placed where. She was

standing in the bedroom which once belonged

to her parents, as soon as her siblings had gone

Tamika had the home renovated it was a nice

ass two story considering the way the

neighborhood used to be. “Big mama where you

put them chairs at?!,” Zilla called out from

downstairs, the smell of Jacob Fatu on the grill

out back messing with a smoker filled her

nostrils. Fixing her mini dress adding an old

pair of her mama’s bamboo earrings she was

down the steps pointing to the younger man

who had been nothing but faithful to their

families alliance, though he was much younger

than her Mika had bailed his ass out of jail

at least seven times now for holding down

her family alongside his own. Jacob Fatu

was one of the old heads who was always

tryna give her some og type of insight even

when she told his stupid ass to leave her alone.

The three of them were pretty close having

figured this street shit out together. Tamika

wandered outside thanking one of the Fatu men

who handed her a solo cup with Henny in it.

“That’s some real hood rich shit if I ever

seen it beautiful,” the deep voice made Tamika

grin, abandoning her cup she was now up in

the arms of a tall man . “East,” she yelled her

legs wrapped around the tall man’s hips, he

chuckled rocking her in his embrace, his hands

supporting her beneath her full thighs,” hey

Ma, long time no see.” Dave East was apart

of the gangs on her mamas side, though they

weren’t related and he was a few years older

the man was always around whenever she

was near her mamas side. It was the same

man who was her rock at times when the

brothers disappeared, when her right hand

left her hanging for prom it was East who

stepped up and offered to take the crying

teen. “When the fuck you get out, I thought they

had a big bid on your head?” She asks looking

into his eyes shocked, “I got out on parole they

gave me this dumb ass accessory but I’m not

sweatin it I heard you was having a kickback and

had to come see my little mamas.” Tamika

placed a kiss on his cheek, hopping down

she grasped his large tatted hand guiding him

over to where Jacob dapped the man up, having

just been on his way out when Dave was going

in the pen. “How you been man?,” Zilla asked

handing the man a cup to drink,” like I been

locked up, I’m ready to loosen up,” Dave said

his eyes never straying far from Tamika. It

was not a secret the pair had some casual

flings here and there but they both had a

lifestyle where relationships didn’t work out

and they were too damn busy at the tops

of their own families to entertain feelings

beyond scratching an itch when they needed

someone familiar.

The Fatu brothers arrived later on when

the food was ready to eat and music was

bumping from speakers. Jimmy was hand

in hand with Trinity who led him over to where

her bestie was,” hey bitch,” she called out

making Tamika laughs waving,” what’s up

pretty, hey Jimmy good to see ya,” she spoke

sitting comfortably on Dave’s lap smoking a

blunt the scent of swishers filled the space

“What’s up Trin,” Dave called out lowly from

behind Tamika a strong arm lazily around the

woman’s waist. The other woman grinned

brightly,” big man, when you get out?!” He

explained as he did his voice paused spotting

the new guests,”ah man what a blast from the

past, it’s the little twins, what’s good little

homies.” Jimmy dapped him up but kept

his response not liking his good sis on his lap

not especially when it was supposed to be

his brother,” we straight, good to see ya.” Jey

clenched his jaw looking up from his folded

chair where he sat to catch up with his cousins,”

man what the fuck is going on here?” he gritted

out glaring at the scene in front of him. Jacob

shrugged setting a plate in Jey’s hands,” you

was gone mane what you expect her to stay

single, yall was close but it was never like that.”

Jey sucked in annoyed,” I’m not tryna hear all

that, the fuck East so comfortable with my

baby for he knew what was up then.” He heard

what the newly freed man said and his mouth

parted his grills shining,”Not so damn little

anymore Uce since when was you so close,” he

called over. Dave laughed at the man’s hostility

he answered when Tamika had gone to dance

with her friend Trin, “ah man you still got

that little crush on lil mamas, chill little homie

we not together, I mean we been together in

some interesting places but not like that,” he

said the last bit to pinch a nerve, the taller man

didn’t like how the Samoan left the woman. Jey

was at his feet at the words his skin glistening

slightly from the heat of the smoker, Jacob

placed a hand on his shoulder shaking his head.

Jey kissed his teeth laughing darkly patting

East’s shoulder a little roughly,” I’m home now,

for good now, your services aren’t needed any

more.” Dave clenched his jaw but shifted to

puffing from a blunt,” man whatever,” Jey

stepped in the direction of the house, stepping

inside he took in the changes to the space

“Damn it’s been too long,” he muttered seeing

an old family picture on the mantle of a newly

done fireplace. His fingers traced over the

young Tamika who smiled with a gaped smile

at the camera. “ You can’t be going off like

that cuzzo, it’s not the same here, you been

gone a minute, them two got close when you

dipped on her,” came Zilla’s voice entering the

crib sliding on the ps5 Tamika had set up

for whenever the boys came over. “Man

fuck allat I’m back now, it’s about to be

some damn changes around here,” Jey

accepted the spare controller sliding onto

the couch. “Ya know, she missed you a lot

big mamas ain’t been the same since then,

it would do her good for you to be back, at

the end of the day that’s you,” Zilla said

plainly nodding his head in the direction of

where they’d seen Mika on the other man’s lap.

“Aye yall keep my damn door closed for it get

smoky in my house,” Tamika snapped walking

inside closing the back sliding doors.”Ma’am,”

Zilla called out going back to easily beating

Jey who’s mind was distracted, The scent of

Tamika’s perfume engulfed the space as she sat

down between the two,” what yall foreheads

playing?” Jey scoffed,” mane whatever I ain’t

have time to brush up on the game,” he said

despite Zilla laughing beating him once more.

Noting his lack of response Tamika rolled her

eyes,” I know you ain’t in your feelings from last

time forehead,” she flicked the Samoan’s

temple. Jey closed his lips in a firm line to

avoid saying something slick, to the woman’s

calculated eyes she laughed,” get out your

damn feelings Joshua, it’s old news.” Zilla

noted the starting of their argument and shook

his head standing,” yeah ima go help Jacob yall

tripping.” Jey raised a brow at her,” ain’t no

damn old news I’m here now, stop acting

like you hard Tami.” Tamika shook her head,”

who the fuck you talking to Fatu, cause I know

you not that damn stupid,” she stood up

blocking his view of the tv. Jey folded his

arms evenly eyeing her,” you learn to handle

guns and run with big dogs doesn’t mean you

not the same little girl who used to cry when

I wasn’t around.” Tamika tutted,” you know

I spent years building up what my daddy left,

I got colors collaborating to protect us from the

outside, the pigs and enemies.” Tamika places

her manicured fingers on her hips,” you left,

you failed me, I did with what I had, don’t

down play my struggle just because you

wasn’t here to see it.” She clicks her tongue

laughing sarcastically,”matter of fact who am I

to be explaining myself to you, I heard ya pops

was setting your brother and you up to run the

Fatu family, I pray he didn’t make a mistake

because from the pretty bitching boy in front

of me I don’t think you cut out from the same

cloth anymore.” Jey stood up gripping her chin

roughly focusing her on his face,” don’t you ever

try and play with my ability, just because I left

doesn’t mean I was out there vacationing, ever

think who was behind ya daddies killer ending

up on the same side walk?!” Tamika’s eyes

widened remembering the pigs face posted

up all around the news a week before prom,

Jey was distant and then he was gone, it clicked

in her head her mouth parting.”So the next time

you try and question me make sure the

tantrum you throwing make some fucking sense

Tami, you may have gotten this new role but you

still that stubborn ass teen, you only see shit

that you want to see, you think I wanted to

fucking leave you,huh?!” When her responses

went missing instead wide eyes looking at his

he rolls his eyes dropping his hand heading for

the front door,” whatever baby I’m out.” “Yeah

fucking run away bitch,” she yelled at his back

confused and angry tears spilled down her

cheeks, his pops never explained why the

brothers hurried disappearance, but now it

made it clear it was a protective order, her

right hand, the cute little boy who always

cheered her up, was the one behind the gun

bringing her family some street justice.

Jey froze clutching the frame of the doorway

he spun and stormed to her cornering her,” what

the fuck did you call me?!,” his breath was minty

and the look of his grills and the way his

handsome face screwed up in anger she

swallows harshly,”Jey-,” his tongue swiped

over his bottom lip nodding his head laughing

sarcasm dripping with venom,” that’s the fuck

I thought, watch your fucking mouth don’t make

me put you in your place in front of ya guests.”

Tamika shook her head,” you don’t know me,”

Jey leaned his head down his deep voice

brought goosebumps amongst the skin on her

neck as he whispered above her ear,” don’t

let me catch you like that again with East,

I’ll show you how to really use a gun ma,

you’re a capable woman but never forget

who was your protector, I’m back and you

gone show me some fucking respect, got

it Mika?” Tamika swallowed harshly as she

felt her cheeks warm up at this new side of

the boy she knew before,” yeah whatever-,”

the man’s hand gripped her bicep making her

shudder,” okay Jey.”

[thatssonanii]

Flashback #1

A/N: This is about eight months after Zilla gets out and six months after Zilla & Moriah got "back" together. Wanted to give yall something while I work on the next chapter! ⭐LIKE, REBLOG, COMMENT & SHARE⭐

Warnings: Cursing, typos. 18+ MINORS DNI

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Chapter Eleven

Zilla disentangled himself from his girlfriend then got out of her queen sized bed, laughing softly at her pout. He pulled his basketball shorts on and slid into his slides.

“I know you not going home,” Moriah pouted. “You said you were gonna stay with me.”

Laughing once again, he adjusted his shorts. “It's like 1 in the mornin and ion have boxers on. Where ima go, Fat?”

The light from her television illuminated their faces. She stared at him then got back comfortable. 

“Where you going then?”

“Use the bathroom then get something to drink. You need something?”

“Water please and don't make a lot of noise. I don't wanna hear my mom's mouth.”

Quietly, he left Moriah’s room heading for the bathroom. Once he handled his business, he went downstairs to the kitchen. Upon getting closer he could hear what sounded like crying so he stopped in the middle of the living room trying to decide whether or not he wanted to continue on. Knowing that if he sent his girlfriend down, Nadine would keep her way too long, he continued on. 

When Nadine heard the refrigerator open, she pulled her head up from the island she sat at and wiped her face. She hummed softly seeing Zilla standing there. He grabbed two water bottles, flinching a bit when he saw her staring at him. 

“My bad, Ms. Nadine. I ain't mean to interrupt you.” He apologized softly. “You good?”

She sniffed a few times, dabbing at her eyes. “No, I'm not good, Isayah. I'm even worse now.”

Zilla wanted to suck his teeth but he kept his composure. “Let me guess … you worse now because of me?”

She snorted. “You just might be smarter than you look. But if you must know, I had an argument with Moriah’s father.”

“Yall divorced and still arguing?”

He said it before he could stop himself and regretted saying it. He could hear Moriah fussing at him already for getting her yelled at. 

“It would appear so, Isayah. It's almost like we're still married.” She said with a humorless chuckle. 

He nodded, trying to figure out how to end the conversation. “I hope yall can figure it out, Ms. Nadine. Ima get out your way.”

He turned to leave the kitchen but as soon as he crossed the threshold, Nadine called him back. He dropped his head sighing then turned back around to go back. 

“Yes ma'am?”

“Do you and my daughter argue?” She asked folding her arms 

He shrugged. “I mean yeah but everybody argues.”

Nadine hummed softly. “Is it yelling or is it just talking?”

“Uuh depends on the argument. We've done both.”

“You've never hit my daughter, have you?”

His face frowned up, he had to bite back the curse words he wanted to let out. “No. Ion put my hands on no women.”

“Good to know,” she smiled a little. “Did your dad ever hit your mom?”

Again he frowned. “Hell nah.”

She put her hands out in front of her to catch his attention. “I didn't mean to offend or upset. Just asking.”

“Why you askin me that?”

“Call it curiosity.” She shrugged. “Moriah's father … I wish he had your ways.  Well that way, not the others.”

Zilla couldn't even wrap his mind around what Nadine was trying to say. He'd known Hassan as long as he'd known Moriah, he never gave that vibe. The only thing he figured was that Nadine was trying to plant information for him to carry on to Moriah.

“You and my daughter are getting quite serious, huh? Six months in.”

“Yes ma'am.”

Nadine smiled again but this one didn't quite reach her eyes. “I don't think that's a good idea.”

He huffed. The real Nadine wasn't peeking or any longer, she was back fully. “We think it is.”

“You've known her long enough to know that Moriah thinks whatever anyone tells her to think. She's weak in that way, just like her father.” Nadine chuckled. “Anything you tell her she eats it up like it's the most expensive meal in the world.”

Zilla shifted his weight, becoming uncomfortable. Stuck between speaking his mind and keeping the peace. 

“You do know that's your daughter you talkin bout?”

“I do know that. That's how I know it's true.” Nadine leaned her elbows onto the island. “You know you're her first love, the first and to my knowledge the only guy she's ever been with. She'll do whatever you say because of that.”

He blew hard, trying to keep his composure. The end of this conversation wasn't coming fast enough for him. Her laugh threw him off, he brought his eyes back down to her. 

“What's funny?” He asked, confused. 

“Because I guess in that sense, she's just like me.” Nadine shrugged, still laughing. “Before she ends up in the same boat I'm in, you can help her.”

“Help her? What that mean?”

“It means that you can keep her from heartbreak. Let her go. Give her a lil goodbye dick and tell her you don't think it's working out.”

Zilla stared at her, he was at a loss for words. He replayed her words in his head but they still didn't make sense. 

“Don't look so confused or shocked. You've been fucking my daughter in my house all this time anyway. This time you can do it and leave with a nice check in your pocket.” Nadine explained, a smirk on her face. 

He shook his head at the situation and at her. “You tryna pay me to leave Fat?”

“Well,” she paused to chuckle, “Yeah, that's exactly what I'm doing. So what do you say? I'll even let you pick your price.”

Zilla felt physically ill. He cleared his throat a few times to keep from vomiting right then and there. 

“Excuse my language but that's fucked up. I'm not doin that shit.”

She shrugged dismissively. “If you change your mind, which I'm sure you will, you know where to find me, Isayah.”

Not responding, Zilla went back upstairs to his girlfriend's room with Nadine's words on his mind. He passed her their water bottles, took off his shorts again and climbed back into bed with her. 

She passed him his bottle, giving him a small smile. “You were gone for a while. Everything okay?”

He tried to figure out whether he should tell her or not. Ultimately, he decided to keep it to himself in order to keep from hurting his girlfriend. He leaned over to give her a quick kiss. 

“Yeah, ate some fruit while I was down there. You missed Zilla, huh?”

She choked a bit on her water then laughed. “Nobody missed you, fool.”

Taking a sip of his water, Zilla watched his girlfriend put her water bottle on her nightstand. He couldn't imagine hurting her the way Nadine had asked her. Hell, he couldn't imagine going back to a life without her, those years he was locked away was enough. He sat his bottle down then pulled her closer to him, kissing her face. 

“What are you doing, Zay?” She giggled. 

“Lovin on my Fat. Can I do that?”

She giggled again. “Yeah but why you bein so mushy? Did the fruit do something to you?”

He kissed her face then her lips, sliding his hands to her hips squeezing. “Just felt like doin it. After tonight though, I think we should stay at my house.”

She cooed, pinching his cheeks. “Awwee you missing Mama.”

He chuckled. “Something like that.”

Truthfully, he didn't want to be around Nadine for a while unless he had to. The lengths she was willing to go to made him nervous. If she was willing to pay him to leave her, he didn't want to know what else she was capable of. 

[oddygaul]

Into the Monsterverse - Godzilla 2014 and Kong: Skull Island

Godzilla 2014

Oof, don’t have a lot of positive things to say about this one… I’m gonna keep at it because my friends tell me the American ‘Zillas grow into their niche, but this was a poor first showing.

Godzilla 2014 kicks off with Bryan Cranston doing an impressive TtDW* speedrun, and then his son, Ford, our protagonist, basically spends the rest of the movie trying to follow in his footsteps by telling his wife to stay put in a city that’s about to be nuked and then refusing to call her for the rest of the movie. Aaron Taylor-Johnson as Ford is one of the least charismatic dudes I have ever seen star in a movie, a big piece of cardboard absolutely void of character or convincing pathos, and I laughed out loud multiple times at his dicey acting choices. This quickly dashed any hopes of me appreciating the movie as the serious, credible drama it’s attempting to be.

*Time to Dead Wife

pretty sure I’ve seen this exact shot in every Air Force recruitment ad ever

I wasn’t a big fan of the MUTOs. They look like designs from a PS2 game: not in terms of rendering, the VFX are fine, but they have this incredibly flat, polygonal design that brings to mind a 2005-era pause menu bestiary. While the silhouettes are fine from the front or while flying, the body plans and musculature are not convincing, and I truly hate the design for their hind legs – they give the impression of a hunched-over human in a suit, with their butts transitioning into ill-fitting digitigrade legs.

One of the movie's weirdest stylistic choices, seemingly a result of Godzilla 2014’s attempt at a more serious, grounded* tone, is a refusal to indulge the audience in cool monster fights. At least three times during the movie, just as Godzilla and the MUTOs meet up to throw down, we hard-cut to another scene rather than seeing the battle play out. Once, it cuts to a little kid who sees the fight on the TV, forcing us to watch him as he watches the fight instead of getting to see it ourselves; in another instance, a character is sealing themselves into a bunker, leaving us to literally watch a door slowly close on our view of the monsters' clash.

It feels like they were going for a Cloverfield-esque found footage angle, where we don’t always have a good view of the action because we’re following the boots on the ground characters, but it doesn’t commit to this aesthetic anywhere else in the movie. We have plenty of wide-angle, omnipresent cinematography for all the other scenes, so it makes these fight cutaways feel like a gag or running joke. Look, I’m fine with a Godzilla movie taking a more serious tone rather than being a monster beat ‘em up, but when the human story is as bland as this one, cool fights would have been a nice solace.

*I mean, as grounded as you can get in a movie where the military’s Plan A is to nuke San Francisco

The treatment of Big Zil himself is a mixed bag. Visually his design is pretty cool, but I was shocked at how weak his SFX were. Godzilla’s iconic roar is replaced with a strange, machine-like screeching noise, and his atomic breath lacks any sound at all. I think this was done as a stylistic choice – the classic Hollywood contrast trick of suddenly cutting out all the background noise, the score, the effects, to tighten focus on the visuals for a big moment – but Godzilla’s SFX are a pretty core part of his identity, and the moment felt anemic. In terms of character, Godzilla is pushed all the way onto the good guy side of the spectrum, helping humanity to push back those pesky interlopers, which is a wild choice for the first movie in a franchise, and feels bafflingly unexplained.

Honestly, the movie was at its best when Bryan Cranston was yelling at everyone about his disks. Get the man his disks!

Kong: Skull Island

Wow, what a pivot.

Kong: Skull Island has a scene where Tom Hiddleston straps on a gas mask and strides through a deadly chemical cloud while using a samurai sword to slice up a flock of pterodactyls. And yet, despite the movie being filled with this sort of gleeful action schlock, it has a significantly more coherent story and tone than Godzilla 2014 ever manages. The narrative is no masterpiece, especially compared to recent efforts like Minus One, but Skull Island’s ensemble cast all have enough going on to glue things together.

“Yeah... that was an unconventional encounter.”

The characters are tropey, sure, but they’re handled well; particular standouts include John Goodman as a desperate but charismatic cryptozoologist, and Samuel L. Jackson as a soldier who’s been at war so long he quakes at the thought of returning to civilian life, and become obsessed with finding a new battle to fight. Hell, even John C. Reilly’s character, a stranded WW2 pilot whose role initially seems defined by goofy non-sequiturs, ends up having a lot of heart and serves as the movie's emotional capstone.

There’s certainly some missteps with the characterization and themes – the Vietnam setting doesn’t add much to the movie outside of the aesthetic trapping, the Iwi tribe is a lazy, undercooked attempt to sidestep the Kong franchise’s history of orientalism while walking head-on into the noble savage trope, et cetera – but the character conflicts are compelling enough to keep things interesting.

Plus, even with so much focus on the humans and their motivations, Skull Island remembers it’s about Kong. It’s about the world he inhabits, the enemies he protects his island from, the dangers he faces as the last of his kind. The movie makes a lot of smart choices to facilitate this focus, including plenty of slower, endearing moments with Kong. In 2014, Godzilla feels like a bit player in his own movie. We learn less about him than the random MUTOs, and he basically just shows up, saves humanity for unexplained reasons, then leaves; given the much more serious tone of that movie, it comes off as fairly ridiculous. By the end of Skull Island, on the other hand, we have a solid understanding and appreciation for Kong and his motivations.

Also he uses a propeller like a flail, are you fucking kidding me?? hell yeah

Alright, now I’m fully bought in. On to King of the Monsters.

[dutchannanas]

I'm finished ep 4 of Rap:Public and this time my comments DO INCLUDE SPOILERS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

I feel like I'm a sport's coach yelling at Punchnello

"HAVE CONFIDENCE IN YOURSELF! YOU CAN DO THIS! LET'S GO PUNCHNELLOOOOOOOOO~"

I honestly believe Since is the best female rapper right now. She's incredible. She should've won all performances. I think I want to marry her 😳

Oh right the first battle. Coconoa did a great job. However it was hard to watch her ruining Khundi Panda's performance. If I was Coconoa's teammate, I would grab her arm and pull her off stage. 🤦🏻‍♀️Khundi Panda did a fantastic job, as expected.

I thought JP's block would win but just having Since and Punchnello on your team is enough

~

Next Block 1 vs Block 7. I'm looking forward to this! Most rappers here I don't know or don't listen to.

It starts off boring until Kang Hyuk steals the show. Love this energy! Oh and I love how Tray B matched his energy! For me, this one was 100% a tie. It was like watching a duo performance rather than a 1v1 battle.

JTong, honestly, I don't think I could directly look at his face. He's so scary. And yet I think Tray B's performance was better. JTong performance was not bad but it could have been way better.

Damn I wish Tray B got defeated. I don't wanna hear him sing "Fuck you Fuck you Fuck you" AGAIN. I'd rather watch Geegooin 10 times than him 4 times...

Oh thank god Fleeky Bang.

NOOOOOOO FLEEKY BANG

Double Down has good energy, but there's no way Don Mills is losing.

What the fuck.. IT'S A TIE? A TIE?

Ah fuck, DD got everyone singing along. I still think Don Mills did a better job tho.

Ahw :/

I'm starting to think that Double Down simply isn't my taste. Anyway I didn't enjoy Damini's performance either. DD winning this one makes sense.

Oh crap, Zene The Zilla is the only one left. He did a good job, I'm proud of him!

Zene is awesome, I wanna see him live some day! Okay so now it's Moon's turn. I have never seen her before. What a shame that she fucked up. She gave me good first time impression, too bad I couldn't hear more. I was feeling her vibe!

I watched Zene's performance with a smiling face. I watched Foggyatthebottom's performance with a sour face.

I'll be honest I've been looking forward to Owen's performance. It's been a long since he performed on TV, no? I have high expectations but he has a cold 🙃 oh he actually did a decent job and oh Block 7 won...

I feel disappointed with Block 1

[secantz]

You groan as Beelzebub drags you over to the foyer, where she has a bunch of alcoholic beverages.

With glee she says, "When you're partying, you better bring the fire, baby. I'm not gonna let you take a breather ether. See all these drinks? You have to drink them."

You respond, "But Queen Bee, I'm tired, and we just finished a party a few hours ago. I don't wanna party again".

Boy, what a mistake that was to say. As you finish your sentence, Beezlebub starts to change her form, she is larger than normal and now has red eyes. Her voice has changed to a low but seemingly vocoded tone. She glares at you angrily as she speaks.

"So you think you can just hang around here and not party, human? You think you have rights? Free reign? Not in Hell you don't! I'll send your ass to Jurassic City and Missi Zilla can keep you as her plaything - you might not survive. You want that?"

You swallow hard, thinking about how rough Missi Zilla was with you last time.

"No, I'll be good and party", you respond.

While in her demon form, she picks you up and tosses you several floors up to a balcony with bottles and glasses, ready for pouring, as you fall down from the toss, you end up crashing onto the table, not breaking it, but you do end up breaking some of the glasses.

"Clean that up and make it snappy, human! The guests will be here soon!", she yells from below.

[luckyshotwrites]

Ch. 48 // I’ll “Break” This Game // Day 30

Contents (Warnings): So antsy lately.~ (light vore mention, slight teasing, and as always character/monster info).

Wordcount: 2,694 (Sorry it took a while to come out and that it's a little on the short side. Hope you enjoy regardless!)

Side note: This will contain experimental writing, first person (Lynette's view) will be implemented alongside third person for the two other essential characters, (mostly) Alexander and (occasionally) Drake. For those third person moments all their text will be italicized and have the characters name in Bold at the start. There may be other characters I write for using this.

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(Oct. 17th, Monday)

Look at me. I secured my wild ponytail at the back loop of my hat. Then I swayed my head, side to side, to watch the bundle of partially curly hair swing. And as soon as my eyes focused away from it and onto my face, I leaned closer to my full-body mirror. 

The bags under my eyes are more apparent, aren't they? I traced my finger along the small shallow ones. Cheer up, Lynette; I'm hanging with Wicks tomorrow.

I looked at the packed-up game in the mirror. 

I could see everything packed up in the box for later from the mirror. I practiced all night.

I'm winning, and it's my last day on the morning crew. So I can relax... I huffed. Why are monsters so- I walked back to my bed. Lev and Alexander hate me, Zilla just wants to use me, and- Claudia doesn't seem awful, just way too happy to test her potions- Yesterday was a weird day.

Drake's the only one who didn't want to attack me, or- maybe he does? But he at least doesn't act on it. 

I hadn't thought of yesterday. I didn't know what to say or do; Drake had a deep frustration on his face, even though I couldn't make out his eyes. He even mentioned he stopped with animal blood. I walked to the box, ensuring I had my phone and keys, before picking it up. I wish I could understand them better, then maybe- 

I left my room and shut the door behind me. I squeezed my box tight, running the small interaction I saw with Alexander and his dad. 

I let my head drop briefly to linger over the contents. It's none of my business. Maybe I should listen to what Lev said. It's only a year; why should I care.

I lifted my head up. No, that's stupid. I marched to grab the lunch box, piled it on top of my box then went to the front door. I am going to figure out things about them, find the best ways to avoid them, and then I'm going to retire and make people smile with awful animations and by playing games so terribly. 

...

Alexander

"What's got you in a mood?" Drake asked. 

Alexander rolled his eyes nearly to the pizzeria, "don't play dumb with me."

"Just saying...Ace isn't even half as good as Donny," Drake replied.

Alexander held back the urge to turn to the display and yell at Drake's Olden Ring character icon, "you are so fucking wrong it hurts." Drake's laugh echoed through the speakers, and Alexander sassed, "You such an ass."

"Because my opinion's, right?"

"BECAUSE YOU'RE-" Alexander plucked his phone up once he parked his car. "I don't have the time to sit here and explain it, fucker. I got work."

He could still hear the soft chuckle as he put the phone to his ear, "yeah, yeah. We can play tonight, then."

"Yeah," Alexander said. "Bye."

He hung up after Drake said bye too. The smile on his face fled when he looked at his phone; I know you don't even like the game.

Alexander threw open the backdoor, and even down the long stretch of the hall, he locked onto her. Knowing he ate last night, he felt relieved but selfishly wanted to feel full again. 

He got closer to the time clock they were by. He looked once over at Elliot, passed out on the floor, and then to June. Thank god Beatrice isn't here.

"Morning, Alexander!" June said with a bright smile. 

"Morning." He leaned back between them and the time clock. Lynette gave a wave of acknowledgment but didn't say anything. He pulled out his phone again, checking over the main chat.

"Morning," Zane said from the other side of the time clock. 

"Where the-" Alexander lowered his shoulders after the surprise. It still creeps me out that he and Zilla don't smell like anything. "why were you hiding?"

Zane scoffed lightly, "hiding." He kept his back on the wall and put his hand up. He knocked against it. "What's your plan of attack for today?" 

"Huh?"

"I mean, my cute, lovable little sister is going to get you later, so I was going to ask about your plan of attack for Lynette now.~" Zane's mocking glint disturbed Alexander.

"Like hell, she's getting me."

"I saw what Lynette brought, and I bet Lev's better at it than you are."

Alexander searched Zane, but he only saw that stupid grin. "What did she bring?"

Zane gave a shrug and didn't answer. 

Alexander then flicked his attention to Lynette. His cloudy hue focused down. "What the hell did you bring for the game today?"

Lynette sprang up. His suddenness pushed her out of the conversation with June. She looked at the wall instead of meeting his gaze. "Why are you so interested now? Did you want to play during this shift t-"

"Just tell me."

Lynette refused, "if you don't attack me during this shift, sure."

"No way-"

"Then you're going to have to wait." 

I wish I hadn't told her about the passive-siren voice thing, not that I think it'll work anymore. Alexander's hand touched his throat, and he wondered if he still had the effect. "Then I'll get it out of you during lunch." 

He finally got her to look at him. Their gazes locked, "Wh- WHY IS IT THAT IMPORTANT NOW!"

"WHY WON'T YOU TELL ME!?"

"I DON'T WANT YOU PRACTICING."

"JUST TELL-"

"HEY!" 

A hand plopped on Alexander's head and the other on Lynette's. "It's too early for you both to have a shouting match." He forced their heads toward the time clock, mostly Alexander's. "But since you guys have so much energy, let's scan in and waste it, okay?"

He waited for them both to concede before he let go. 

...

Alexander

It can't be athletic-based. She'd lose. But what is Lev good at that I'm not? His leg bounced as he tried to figure out what it was. 

He squinted at Lynette from across the table, "how about I make you a-" he paused. He played with the word in his head and gave an awkward smile as he said spoke again, "an agreement?"

Lynette receded in her seat, "I AM NOT agreeing to go through that day thing again."

"Fuck no." His stomach argued with his response. Why did you have to say that? He fought back his thoughts. "You let me win during our second lunch break, and I might not get you during this one."

Lynette whimpered, "there's a lot wrong with what you said." She folded her arms over one another with unease. "One, I will not let you or Lev win today. You know what's at stake if I lose."

OH, right, didn't Lev bet- Alexander lurched with excitement. "And two, you said you "might not." You didn't even give me certainty! So what would I get out of that!?"

"What's at stake?" June asked.

Zane tuned in, "huh? Zilla told me you guys make bets, so what did you bet, Lynette? You look worried."

She grumbled, not answering either of them. 

Alexander tried to keep himself together. I doubt Beatrice can get her before me today. But I'll lose all that precious energy if Zilla gets me, so what would be the fucking point. "alright, I won't get you during this lunch if you give yourself to me if I win or you win during our second shift."

Lynette shook her head. "I got more than you to worry about during this shift, so there's no point." 

Then let me eat you now and later. Problem solved. 

June put his hands to his cheeks, "you worry about Alexander? That's sweet."

Lynette whipped her head to June, "not like that-! I meant with what he does I-" She dropped her head in defeat. "I don't want to talk about it right now." 

June apologized, "sorry!!"

Alexander sighed. Lynette will win if she cheats. He pressed up his glasses. So that other bastard probably win. He looked up at the time clock; a few minutes left. If that happens, I'll do what I can to keep Zilla at bay.

...

Lynette

One last shift. Then...break. The light buzz of my phone distracted me. I was glad, too, because I felt unnerved with Alexander near me. I looked down at my messages, Drake?

I went to open his but clicked Lev's on accident. 

It was a single picture, and I tensed up. Then yelped as a familiar arm threw itself over my shoulder. 

"Lynette~ How are you," he raised a brow seeing the image. "Oh, longing for me that much you went to look back at our chats?"

I tried to pull away, but he held on a little tighter. "How did you know-"

His lips curled, "you mentioned you were good at darts, so I figured that's the one you'd pick." He whispered with his playful tease, "I spent all weekend improving my skills to make it fun for you.~."

Alexander growled, "YOU REFUSED TO TELL ME WE WERE PLAYING SOMETHING AS SIMPLE AS DARTS."

He let me slip out of his grip, and I faced him. "Why did you even remember that?"

Lev smiled, "I pay attention to every little thing you say, Lynette." He eyed me, "I want to ensure your experience is special."

Did he really practice? Is Lev joking? NO. He doesn't joke like this. He's- I regained myself, "first rule, neither of you guys can use magic-." I looked at Alexander specifically.

"Magic to play darts?"

I grumbled, "I have no idea what you can and can't do. I don't need you guys cheating." I looked at Lev, "None of us can throw each other off on purpose. No touching or getting in each other's personal space." 

Lev wore an innocently "surprised" smile. 

"It's a simple game of 301. We start with a double or triple and end it with a double."

Lev got his badge from his shirt, "can't wait."

...

Lev

"Do you think she's going to win today?" Zilla's voice hummed with the question.

Lev watched as Lynette taught Alexander about the game. "I don't know how good she actually is." He wasn't kidding when he said he spent the weekend playing. He couldn't help but smile wide as he leaned on the table. "But as long as I go before her, I win." 

Zilla put her chin into her hands on the table and watched Alexander after Lev's declaration. "WENDIE! Why don't you give up today and just chill with me! You know you're not going to win!" 

Alexander flicked her off, and she burst into laughter. 

Lev moved his hand to the case next to him, and he picked up one of the darts. It's pretty worn yet well taken care of. He could see the polish for the metal in the box. She's probably stayed up all night practicing too. 

Highly elated, Lev lifted the dart and aimed it at the back of Lynette's head. He pulled it back as if he'd throw it. The thought made him chuckle. 

He had no reason to hurt her in such a pathetic way. Lev would much rather play with her. It would be much easier than going into his dragon form. He couldn't fit in most areas like that, and finding enough humans to satisfy him would be annoying. 

Oddly, he liked this smaller form, at least when he wanted to cradle them into a false sense of security. He subconsciously licked his lips. To him, it really made humans taste all the sweeter. 

"They look like they're about to get started," Zilla said from behind him. 

"Right."

He picked up the case and walked closer to the two as they were wrapping up. Lynette turned back to him as he approached. He flipped the dart between his fingers and had the point of it facing himself. 

"Wanna roll a die to see who goes first?" He asked.

...

Lynette

Based on our roles, Alexander went first, Lev second, and I was last. I gave Alexander a brief overview out of kindness. Not that I imagined any of them would- Lev tried showing me the fighting game before. He knew I wouldn't win. 

Alexander surprisingly hit a triple 5. He looked upset by it as he wanted the triple 20. Alexander tried to get them two other times but hit a standard 20 instead both times. He wrote down his score on the piece of paper we had. 

Lev was next, and he hit all triple 20s. He's going for a six-shot finisher. You're kidding. I started to feel my hands tremble. No. Focus. I'll do the same. 

I took a deep breath and rested between each shot. I replicated the same as him, just barely.

I heard his snicker from my right side, "we're both going for that perfect 6 shots, huh, Lynette~."

I tried to ignore him. 

I took my darts off and passed them to Alexander. 

"Six shots?" Alexander groaned, "Zane was fucking right."

He's doing better than I thought he would be. I thought to myself. Lev, on the other hand... He and I had 121 left. He could end the game with his next turn. I closed my eyes. He'd want me to beg him or cry. Would acting cool break his own confidence or-.

"You did that on purpose." Lev's smile twitched with irritation. I looked at his dart placement. He had a triple 20, a triple 11, missed the double 14, and hit the black instead of the inner ring. 

"WHAT? MY SNEEZE?!" Alexander leaned off the table he sat on. 

"Right when I went to let go?" 

Alexander shook his head and threw his hands in the air with laze. "Like I was fucking paying attention."

"We're not as clueless as you, Wendie, like I can't tell you'd rather I lose with you so Zilla won't focus on you," Lev said. 

Alexander threw himself from the table. "You're just a fuckin' sore loser." 

They both stood against each other. I got lucky. So I have to hit my next three shots. I recorded Lev's for him as they both prepared to fight. 

Lev would have to hit a double 7 to win the next turn. 

I need a Triple 20, triple 11, then a double 14. 

I fought to tune out their bickering, and...

The stuffy, slightly dusty air tickled my nose. We couldn't have the garage door open in the winter. Which brought me back to the soft hum from the heater. It purred for attention, having been fixed several times, and still needed another tune-up.  I gripped the dart tighter as the chair wobbled. Two tender hands held me in place at my waist. They kept me safe.  I took my first shot, and my lip quivered with the praise. I was so small when I heard his encouragement.  "You're doing great, Lynette."  I shot again. "Finish it up, honey." His voice said to me.  And I lifted it up, hesitant to shoot it, but I still did...

My hands were empty, and I was back in the break room, staring at the dart board. I did it. 

I glanced at Zilla on my left first as the others were fighting.

She stared intently. I froze and thought she might attack me instead, but her face was blank. She lifted her finger, tapped the left side of her face, and then pointed at me. 

I touched my cheek and ran across the tear that streamed down it. I wiped it away and smiled. Ah. 

I turned away and went to the board. 

Zilla captured their attention, "hey, since Lynette won, which of you is interested in having fun?~."

They both exchanged looks and booked it away from each other. I got my board and darts out quickly before Zilla took up the room.

I slipped into the next breakroom and tried to set up a new peel hook to play.

Though it was arguably harder to make my shots with tears.

...

(Small fun fact: The term 'Break' in darts means: winning a game when your opponent started throwing first).

Thank you for reading! :D Have a gouda day! (Nonnegotiable, if you're lactose intolerant, you're about to be in a lot of pain, sorry, not sorry. Lol).

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[the-arcade-doctor]

See this fucker- YOU GET MONCHED!!! -Missi Zilla

Are you being mean to this poor establishment owner? -Leviathan

KING LEVI -Velvet

[[ The suit copy yells, then glitches out of Zilla's jaw. ]]

[pechaberriesandsoju]

I FUCKING KNEW THIS WAS GOING TO HAPPEN ONE DAY HOLY FUCK

I FUCKING CALLED IT

APOLLO HIT ME WITH THE GODDAMN DODGEBALL

[chunibyo-x-sorcerer]

"Indeed. People say that pizza and ice cream are the best combination! Zilla said so himself." Rodan said happily. Kisho holds Miko and smiles, hearing the laughter of his friends. Yeah, this is the life. The pizzaplex is a perfect place.

"Gotcha!"

Eh?

Suddenly, Yuria pushes Kisho and have him towards the elastic bands. He slips through them. "Oh no! No! Mikoooo~" Kisho yells her name as he falls through. Yuria laughs.

Miko smiled gently to him but that's when she felt herself and Kisho hugged by him. She only blinks to hug him back while hearing this. She giggled softly hearing that they were his favorite rockstars. It was so sweet but it was a good hearted moment.

She did blink hearing about a ice cream cake. "Oh, that would be so nice of you. I'm sure that would make everyone happier with a little cold treat." she said following him to the Jungle Gym but she was even holding Kisho's hand. She did hear their friends laughing and having fun though.

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Christmas Excerpt

A/N: Happy birthday to my boy, JC! Merry Chrimuh, yall! 🎄🤶🎅 And Happy Holidays! My gift to yall💛See yall in 2024!

Warnings: Playful violence, 18+, Minors DNI

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Chapter Eight

Tinamatua(Grandma)Manamea(babygirl)

The living room that was previously covered in wrapping paper was now covered with Sienna's toys. She played gleefully  with her Lego set alongside Zilla while Moriah watched from the doorway.

“Nooo,” Sienna giggled, “It don't go like that, Uncle!”

“That's where you told me to put it though,” he laughed, still building. 

She shook her head as she tried to move his hand. “Uhn uhn, I tell you to put it over there on the red one.”

“I want it on the yellow though,” he sassed playfully, putting his block back, “It look better that way.”

“Oh my gosh,” she groaned. “Auntie was right! You not listen!”

Zilla's face frowned up playfully, he quickly grabbed the little girl into his arms and started tickling her. She wiggled and giggled uncontrollably.

“You been talking junk about me to your Auntie, Sisi? Huh?”

“Noooo,” she squealed in between laughs then laid eyes on Moriah. “Auntie! Auntie help!”

Laughing, Moriah went over to them and put Zilla in a headlock. The pressure she applied was enough to make him stop tickling to focus on getting his girlfriend off him. 

“Run, Si! Auntie got him!” Moriah yelled playfully. 

Sienna giggled as she ran out of the room but Moriah didn't let up. Although he could've easily moved her, Zilla tapped her arm, his laughter choking out. 

“Say you love me!”

“I love your ass, Fat,” he laughed. 

“Now say I'm not the hard headed one!”

He tried to pry her arm off again but he couldn't control his laughter. 

“I'm not the hard headed one!”

“Oh you wanna be smart,” she laughed, tightening her hold, “Say Moriah isn't the hard headed one.”

“Moriah,” he choked when she squeezed again, “Moriah ain't the hard headed one!”

Slowly, she released him with a satisfied smile watching him cough to catch his breath. He coughed a few times through his laughter as he watched her. 

“You was tryna take me out, Fat?”

“Of course not,” she laughed, “I was protecting niecey pooh. You okay, baby?”

“I think I need a kiss to make me feel better,” he suggested, licking his lips.

She rolled her eyes playfully and leaned towards him. When her eyes closed, he wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed, making her eyes pop back open then narrow at him. He chuckled softly. 

“Was that nice?” He asked softly. 

“Uuuh … uhn uhn.”

“Mmhm so what you s'posed to say, Fat?”

Her eyes fluttered, feeling him briefly squeeze a little tighter.

“Ion hear you.”

“Mmm … I'm sorry, Daddy.”

A slick smile sat low on his face, he leaned in to peck her lips a few times still holding her throat. 

“That's my girl.”

Sienna ran back into the room with Leata behind her. She squealed softly seeing them before running over and jumping on her uncle's back. 

“He got Auntie! Help, Tinamatua!” 

“I don't think Auntie was in danger, Si.”

Zilla let her go to wrestle with his niece while Moriah and Leata laughed. Moriah hurried out the way to avoid getting hit during their play fight. 

“The two of you forget you're not at home, I see.”

“I … it was him,” Moriah laughed, “It's always him.”

Leata watched her with a smile. “Uhuh and last night that was him too?”

Moriah covered her face trying to stop laughing. “Don't know what you're talking about.”

“You do. Now I want you to take your hands down,” she chuckled moving Moriah's hands, “And tell me that lie. But before you do, I want you to know that I heard the whole conversation.”

“Its not my fault,” she pouted. “You were supposed to sleeping, Mama.”

“Oh, manamea. It's never your fault, you're so innocent.” She joked. 

“That's right! He's the bad influence, Mama. I'm an angel!”

“Lying on Christmas. Tsk,” Leata joked walking away. 

Moriah laughed, putting her sights back on Zilla and Sienna. He was letting her put him in a chokehold. 

“Get him, Si! He got me in trouble!”

[eleanor-is-fine]

What if it starts as a mission? Bond is marrying someone in order to get people of interest to show up at the wedding. Big, rich, secretive family. (Let's have it be someone in deep cover or otherwise in the know bc wedding-deception is just mean.)

Between the actual mission parameters and Bond's burgeoning insanity it all starts falling apart, so Q has to go into the field as a wedding planner. He models his role after a friend, perhaps, or anyway someone much more flamboyant and bitchy. There's a scene with Q and Moneypenny helpless with laughter.

All that 'zilla stuff happens, with a side of Bond and Q yelling at each other. There's a showdown on the terrace that involves the statement "I wouldn't marry you if you were the last person on earth!"

The wedding goes off, mission accomplished, the person Bond was marrying leaves him at the altar, as planned, but there are Emotions.

Of course the ending is a quiet 00Q wedding on the terrace.

@miri-tiazan and I were talking about how, in a non-espionage universe where discretion in one’s personal life was NOT a requirement, Bond would ABSOLUTELY want a big wedding.

And I do believe that! I see Bond as a fundamentally introverted guy who prefers to keep his circle of close friends/family very tiny and intimate. But I also see him as a guy who likes a big fancy glamorous bash, and the chance to show off his beautiful husband to everyone he’s ever met.

I think Bond would like very much to have the chance to rub everyone’s nose in the fact that his Beautiful Husband chose to marry HIM and NOT YOU, HAHA, EAT SHIT, LOSERS!! You WISH you had a husband like his!

But yes, I also think he would enjoy buying a new tux and picking out floral arrangements and choosing dishes for a nine-course dinner and all that. I think he would find that sort of thing extremely fun.

And now that I think of it. In my heart of hearts. I do believe that James Bond has the potential to be the world’s worst groomzilla, and I need someone to find a way to write that into a fic.

Like, I don’t know how/why Q and Bond would be having a Big Wedding, because that is really not something that works out when you’re top-secret espionage agents. Most fics just have them eloping or marrying very quietly in a civil ceremony, and that makes LOGICAL sense.

But for the sake of HUMOR, I need to see James Bond losing his entire mind because the table runners have shipped out and they are exactly one (1) shade lighter than what he wanted, and this throws off the ENTIRE WEDDING AESTHETIC, and this the MOST DREADFUL THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ANYONE EVER.

[secantz]

Your feet drag along the dirt, tired from the work you've done today. Up ahead stands Sallie May, who put you through all this work.

"Let's MOVE, human, I still have a fence for you to paint!", she yells.

You groan.

"I HEARD that! Do you want me to give a bad report back to Queen Beezlebub?", she responds.

Queen Bee has a demon form that scares you half to death. Plus, the last time you acted up, she almost sent you to Missi Zilla, an overlord who enjoys using you as a plaything. You shudder at the possibility of seeing a demon-formed Queen Bee.

You walk faster to Sallie, who grabs you by the neck and throws you to the ground. With one knee just below your neck, she whispers in your ear, "This will be your only warning."

"Yes, ma'am", you wimper.

Sallie tosses some paint your way, the can spilling out some of the paint as it tips over. She points to the fence post section and tells you to have it done in an hour. As she walks away , she turns around and reminds you to bring her the boots she asked for and to have them spotless.