#also they got squished as it progressed

[infoaw]

Character stuff for fun

Not as good as it could be and I got a little lazy at the end but I learned a lot

[dakusan]

H O W S K Z T E X T W H E N … T H E Y ’ R E D R U N K

stray kids ot8 x reader | drunk texting, emotional whiplash, chaotic flirtation, love at 2AM

🌙 synopsis: They said they wouldn’t get that drunk. They got that drunk. Somewhere between the third shot and their thumb hovering over your name, they forgot how to act normal. They text like it’s a confession booth. They voice memo like it’s their last voicemail. Some of them send “u up?” with a smile. Some send “i miss u” with a death grip on denial. And some…? Just wanna draw you asleep and call it art. This isn’t just drunk texting. It’s SKZ being hopelessly, tipsily, embarrassingly into you. Soft boys. Unfiltered feelings. Typos that say too much. Welcome to the inbox you dream about getting.

💌 a/n: hi. yes. it’s me. Sunday softdrops baby. i blacked out and woke up in a google doc full of emotionally unstable drunk men with fluffy hair and no texting filter. did i write han’s entire section from personal experience? maybe. did jeongin flirt with me through my own writing? also maybe. am i okay? no. but it’s fine. 🫠 thank u for reading my little brainrot. u deserve a drunk text from your bias tonight. or at least a meme and a forehead selfie. p.s. reblogs = aftercare 🥺 p.p.s. if you read this and didn’t feel something, check your pulse babe. p.p.p.s. omg it took me longer to make that fucking banner than it did to write this entire post i’m losing my mind 💀 pls validate me it’s cute right

📍credits: @cafekitsune for the dividers

🎶 Now Playing: "Love Scenario" — IKON

Bang Chan // 방찬 ✨ The “Accidental Soulmate Confessor” Emotional | Heartfelt | Always just one beer away from writing you a wedding vow | Thinks he’s texting normally — he’s absolutely not.

[2:04AM] u kno ur the best thing that ever happened to me right [2:05AM] like not just in a 😚❤️ way but in a 🌎☁️🌟💍 way [2:07AM] am i spelling good? is this good spelling? [2:08AM] imma write u a song rn brb need to find my mic. love u. (You later receive a 32-second voice memo of him singing about your eyelashes before snoring kicks in.)

📱 Text style: Long heartfelt paragraphs cut into chaotic line breaks. One (1) existential crisis per text chain.

🥂 Drunk vibe: A soft ball of love. Tears up mid-sentence. Thinks about forever while holding his water bottle like it’s a mic.

💿 Aesthetic: Hoodie sleeves over his hands, star projector spinning, acoustic lo-fi playing, and the word “love” typed and retyped 12 times.

🍷 What he got drunk on: Two whiskey highballs and half a glass of wine he didn’t mean to drink that fast.

Lee Know // 리노 😤 The “Angry-That-He-Misses-You” Drunk Tsundere | Bluntly Flirty | Lowkey Clingy | Mad that you make his heart soft

[1:47AM] don t get used to this i m n ot cute i jst miss ur dumb face [1:48AM] ur the only person i wldnt throw a slipper at. tha means smthing [1:49AM] “come over so i can insult u in person 🐱🖤 (Follows with a blurry selfie in your hoodie: “it doesn t smell like u anymore fix it”)

📱 Text style: Aggressively incorrect spelling + love disguised as threats.

🥂 Drunk vibe: Angry at feelings. Loudly defensive. Will call you annoying then stare at your contact photo for 10 minutes.

💿 Aesthetic: One earbud in, black hoodie pulled tight, cat curled on his lap, 2 unread messages from you he pretends not to obsess over.

🍷 What he got drunk on: Soju bombs and a shot he claimed he didn’t like but still asked for another.

Changbin // 창빈 💪 The “Buff Romantic” Loudly Affectionate | Jealous in a Healthy Way™ | Protective Softie | Wants to fight your sadness and win

[12:33AM] LISTEN i don’t say it enough but UR 🔥 and funny and i wanna squish ur cheeks [12:35AM] also i think i saw a guy look at u once and i didn’t like it i think i’m jealous?? [12:37AM] but like in a healthy communicative way😤💕 (Sends 12 progressively zoomed selfies of his forehead.)

📱 Text style: Caps lock + muscle emojis + randomly tender confessions

🥂 Drunk vibe: 50% flirt, 50% hype man. Will body slam your insecurities if given the chance.

💿 Aesthetic: Heavy chain necklace, Spotify on sad R&B, heart-shaped Post-its on his gym mirror, three selfies in your messages before you even respond.

🍷 What he got drunk on: Tequila shots and one suspicious pink drink the bartender dared him to finish.

Hyunjin // 현진 🎭 The “Poetic and Probably Crying” Drunk Hopeless Romantic | Art Boy Delusions | Will write you a sonnet and cry while doing it | Thinks your hand is a masterpiece

[1:11AM] i saw a moon tonight and thought it was u [1:12AM] no wait it was a streetlamp but i still meant it [1:13AM] ur hands r my fav shape [1:15AM] can i draw u asleep? not in a creepy way. ok maybe in a little way. (Sends a blurry sketchbook page that just says “pretty” written over and over.)

📱 Text style: All lowercase. No punctuation. A poem in disguise.

🥂 Drunk vibe: Gazes out the window with a single tear. Dramatically clutches his chest while texting you you’re “divine.”

💿 Aesthetic: Scented candles, sketchbook covered in flowers, red wine stains on notebook paper, whispered voice notes that make your heart ache.

🍷 What he got drunk on: One bottle of red wine, a playlist titled “tragically yours,” and exactly one bite of cheese.

Han // 한 🌀 The “Unhinged Meme Lord with Accidental Feelings” Chaotic Neutral | Otter Memes + Unplanned Confessions | Panic Texts | Actually Madly in Love

[2:55AM] i just rememebred u like otters. here’s an otter. also me when u smile 🦦🫠🫶 [2:58AM] how do i send a pizza to ur house without knowing ur address?? wait nvm i do know it. im smart. genius. [3:00AM] ok but like... i love u. oh no i pressed send wait nO (Follows up with: “jk unless??? 😳”)

📱 Text style: Meme. Confession. Apology. Repeat.

🥂 Drunk vibe: Flirting through chaos. Will quote SpongeBob and then cry because “you’re the only one who gets him.”

💿 Aesthetic: Hoodie up, random snacks around his desk, YouTube playing a conspiracy video in the background, one hand hovering over the delete button.

🍷 What he got drunk on: Soju + cider mix, three jello shots, and something called “angry peach tornado” from a sketchy bar.

Felix // 필릭스 🌻 The “Sunshine Becomes Liquid Gold” Drunk Emotionally Soft | Hug Dispenser™ | Cries Because He Loves You Too Much | Wants to tuck you in spiritually

[11:45PM] hiii 💛 just want u 2 kno ur like my fav person ever like ever ever ever [11:46PM] u ever seen a star and been like wow that’s them?? bc that’s me rn with u [11:48PM] sending hugs via telepathy did u get it?? 🫂☁️💫 (Includes a 3-second voice note: “hiiiiiii... ur cute. ok bye.” followed by a giggle.)

📱 Text style: Stream of consciousness kindness + giggles in voice memos

🥂 Drunk vibe: Becomes 100x more affectionate. Holds your hand tighter. Cries over how lucky he is to know you.

💿 Aesthetic: Lavender candle burning, soft knit sweater, arms wrapped around a pillow, 7 open tabs of photos he wants to send but thinks “are too much.”

🍷 What he got drunk on: Sparkling rosé and one (1) baby bottle of peach soju. He got tipsy halfway through dessert.

Seungmin // 승민 😐 The “Denial But Obsessed” Drunk Pretends He’s Sober | Insults You Lovingly | Texts Like He’s Not in Love (But He Is) | Regrets Everything the Next Day

[12:12AM] i’m not even drunk lol u just looked really nice in that one outfit from last week [12:13AM] don’t let it go to ur head. average. 6/10. ok fine 11/10. whatever. [12:15AM] if i die tonight tell my dog i loved u more (Next day: “that wasn’t me. i was hacked.”)

📱 Text style: Passive-aggressive flirts + “idc but here’s my heart” energy

🥂 Drunk vibe: Thinks he’s subtle. Is actually fully feral. Will send “you up?” but claim it was a typo.

💿 Aesthetic: Glass of wine untouched, sarcasm layered over panic, piano keys he’ll pretend he doesn’t play when thinking of you.

🍷 What he got drunk on: Expensive red wine he “hates” but keeps sipping like it’s vengeance. Also maybe a whisky cola he didn’t finish.

I.n // 아이엔 🍓 The “Too-Sober-to-Be-This-Flirty” Drunk Composed | Mischievous | Knows EXACTLY What He’s Doing | Flirts with a smirk you can feel through the screen

[10:44PM] not drunk just thinkin. bout u. in that outfit from last week lol [10:46PM] r u free rn or should i keep pretending i don’t wanna kiss u [10:49PM] missed my stop btw. not bc of u. but also yes. entirely bc of u. (Sends a photo of his shoes and says: “u could be in front of these rn just say the word”)

📱 Text style: Quiet confidence + emotional landmines disguised as jokes

🥂 Drunk vibe: Barely tipsy. Still 100% in control. Uses texting as a weapon and you never see it coming.

💿 Aesthetic: Glossy lips, streetlight reflecting on his rings, late train ride, voice memo he replayed twice before hitting send.

🍷 What he got drunk on: Soju + soda with ice and a lemon wedge. He’s classy. He’s dangerous. He drank it slow just to mess with you.

[mediumgayitalian]

It is so rare, for a day of peace. So, so rare. For the Apollo cabin to be empty, for siblings to be busy, for the sun to be gentle and the birds to be sweet.

"Hey, Will."

So serene. Truly. Cecil lounging on Will's bed, remembering to have taken his shoes off for once. Quietly flipping through a comic book. Will, suffering but willingly, with his Calculus III textbook on the floor. Actually making progress this time, gunning through practice questions.

And Lou Ellen.

It always has to be one of them.

Lou Ellen watches, velvet skirts tucked under her crossed ankles, dark eyes squinting in contemplation.

Will barely looks up, scrawling something illegible over the most graphite-smudged paper maybe in the entire world.

"Yeah."

"Can we kiss for a little bit?"

That works. The slowly shifting sun through the dusty windows pauses. The chisme plants turn, slowly, shifting their stems to the center of the cabin. Will takes a full seventeen seconds to visibly separate from his textbook, process the question, and erupt into a shade of red previously unknown to man.

"Um," he says, or rather squeaks. "Yes?"

Cecil snorts, turning a page.

"Bicycle."

"Shut the fuck up, Cecil."

"Just like your father."

"Shut the fuck up, Cecil."

"I just want to try something," Lou Ellen soothes, potentially hearing the lack of breathing happening in Will's general direction. "Like, for science. That works for you, right, nerd?"

"Science generally begins with a hypothesis and due process," says Will weakly. But he dutifully crawls over to her direction, settling in front of her. "Um. Now?"

"Now would be great," Lou Ellen agrees. She tilts her head. "So do you just, like, go for it, or...?"

"I mean. In my experience?"

"Which is about to go from two to three," Cecil adds.

This time, Lou Ellen and Will are in perfect sync:

"Shut the fuck up, Cecil!"

Cecil flips another page and promises nothing.

The determination has slowed some of the blush in Will's face, containing it high in his cheeks. Or, well, spite. Cecil-branded fury. That does a whole lot of activating every modicum of ADHD impulsivity in Will's soul.

"Okay," he says, nodding to himself. He meets Lou Ellen's wide, round eyes. "Okay, so I'm gonna -- lean in. And we gotta close our eyes or it's weird. And then I'm gonna kiss you, okay? And you test."

Lou Ellen nods, serious. "Got it."

She breathes in, then out. She purses her lips, leaning forward. Her hands rest, fingers spread, on her knees. Her eyes flutter shut.

Will exhales. He squeezes his eyes shut.

He leans in, gently, and presses his lips to hers, resting a warm hand on the soft curve of her jaw.

"Hm," says Lou Ellen, as they separate. "Hm."

Will shifts nervously.

"You smell good," he offers. "And you taste like orange shampoo. In a good way."

Lou Ellen narrows her eyes at him. She reaches her hand out slowly, like how you may approach a startled horse, and grabs Will's chin with the tips of her fingers.

"Why," Will says.

"Hm," says Lou Ellen, again. She moves his face from side to side, inspecting. Will does not protest, but does choose to make an entirely unintelligible gesture with his hands. "You are hot, aren't you."

"Gah??" Will says. The confusions shifts rapidly from his face; his eyes widen, pupils narrowing, he tries and fails to pull slightly away and generally makes a collection of noises that boil down to hey, pardon. "I'm??"

Cecil choses this moment in time to tuck his comic carefully away, facing his friends in full. He also chooses to take this time to appraise Will's slightly squished face, nodding smugly.

"Yeah, he's a babe."

"Right, okay, that's what I thought. It's the bone structure, right, it totally --"

"Yeah, yeah, and the pouty lips, that definitely --"

"--you're so literally right --"

"You ever watched his shoulders?"

"They're biteable! Biteable, and when he plays volleyball it's like --"

"--yep. And his legs are approximately the length of the equator."

"Freckly, too, it's so --"

"His eyes??"

"I know??"

"Honestly wild."

They turn to him, twin dark brown eyes glowing amber in the sun, appraising him from his golden hair to his bare toes. Will, unfortunately, seems to be right on the urge of passing out, so red he has begun to glow, so warm Lou is forced to let go, and so lightheaded he has begun to sway.

"Hngg-what," he mumbles, eyes far away. "Wha -- I'm --"

Cecil pokes gently at him with his toe.

"I think we broke him," he observes.

"I see," Lou Ellen agrees, chin in her hands. "That's kinda cute, too."

"Oh yah. He's like -- he's never not a smokeshow, you know? Like he's hot when he's mad."

"Smoking."

"And the whole -- it's diabolical to say, but he's like..."

"Movie star pretty when he cries. Yeah, yeah, I hear you."

They turn to each other, lips pursed in thought. They turn back to their slightly dying friend.

"Hm," they say, together.

Will begins to pray. His father, intrigued, only shifts to better the lighting on Will's face. Will agonizes, shifting to pray to his aunt. This too proves useless.

"You know," says Lou Ellen. She taps her manicured finger against her cheek. "We could always share him."

Cecil raises his eyebrows. "We could?"

"Do I??" Will gestures wildly, face now glowing so brightly he is kind of hard to see. "Get a say??"

Cecil and Lou Ellen look at each other. They look back at Will.

"No."

"Nah."

"That's! I am -- taken, okay! I!"

Cecil snorts. "A long-standing crush on greasy Gerard Way does not count as --"

"It's not his fault he's greasy!"

Lou Ellen observes the boys. She hums to herself, rocking back on her knees.

"-- and he's hardly ever here, you met him like twice --"

"Four times! And he's charming!"

Hm indeed.

"I have an announcement to make," Lou Ellen announces.

Both boys stop immediately. Lou Ellen nods graciously, sitting regally on Will's bed. Will pouts a little, but says nothing.

"I am considering converting to lesbianism," she says solemnly. "I'm not sure yet, but I have been presented with a case and it is compelling."

Will and Cecil shrug, making noises of agreement.

"Yeah, fair."

"I mean, girls. I get you."

Will clears his throat. "But, uh. No boys? For sure?" His pout returns. It is indeed very cute. "Did I do a bad job?"

Lou Ellen reaches over and pats him very gently on the head. Her bangles get in his eyes a little. He blinks them away politely.

"Aw, no. You just seem very hung up, and I'm not sure how well dating Cecil would work, and no one else will talk to me yet."

"Dating me is an amazing experience, I have references," Cecil says, at the same time Will says, "Wait, still?"

There is a pause. Again, they speak at the same time:

"Stop using me as a reference, Cecil, gods."

"You want me to vandalize their possession for you, Lou? I would love to do that for you."

Lou Ellen moves to pat Cecil gently and condensendingly on the head.

"I'm good. Thanks, though. Chiron says they just need time. And perhaps an ass-kicking, if I feel so inclined."

"Sage."

"Good advice, that."

They all nod at each other. Wordlessly, they stand, returning to their earlier positions: Cecil, reclining on Will's bed, having abandoned the comic book for a nap; Will, poking at his math; and Lou Ellen, passing a green spark around her fingers and carefully Observing.

It takes her several minutes of reflection to blink and realise.

References.

Her eyes widen.

"Hey, wait a second --"

[adabird]

-MHA TEACHER’S + HERO’S

-PREFERENCESES + HEADCANNONS

Within the following story, there may be PROGRESSIVE or NSFW moments. Please be aware, you are responsible for your own internet consumption.

MDI

I was thinking about doing like LOV members preferences and headcannons!

ALSO thinking about writing singular headcannons for mha teachers? LET ME KNOW!

SHOTA AIZAWA - ERASERHEAD

-THICK THIGHS-

Shota is really into thick thighs.. He especially gets feral after a long day at work, when he’s come home to see you in panties and his t-shirt.. because you ‘missed him too much’ while he was away.. He’s always taking the seat next to you, needing and squishing your thighs while he talks. He also enjoys it whenever you sit infront of him, facing him while you drag your stocking clad feet up his legs.. Drives him ABSOLUTELY insane whenever he’s driving and you take one of his hands, into one of yours placing it on your thighs while caressing one of his fingers. And don’t even get started when you start to feel a little insecure. PAL. HE LOVESSSS your thighs so NO, he’s not going to leave you and he doesn’t want you to change. AT ALL!! you’re his baby ❤️

HAZASHI YAMANDA - PRESENTMIC

-BUBBLE BUTT-

Hazashi is freakyyyyy. Like, he’ll invite you to his studio while he’s recording, just to have you sit on his lap. shh you can’t make any noise though! He loves to look at your butt, admiring you, telling you that ‘it was looking at him first’ that’s why he was practically eye-fucking you.. (WOW MB) Anywho! He also loves pinching your butt whenever you two are in elevators, walking up stairs, standing next to each other, literally anytime.. He’s always on you or touching you, even in non-sexual ways. He’s just that kind of person, and that’s how he shows his love for you ❤️

TOSHINORI YAGI - ALLMIGHT

-TINY BOOBS-

Toshinori really has a size kink. LIKE. No matter how gigantic your jugs are, or how tall you are, you’ll look small standing next to him. And he also really has a thing for hands 😻.. LIKE! He’s always guiding you through walkways or hallways with a hand on your shoulders.. If you ever have makeout sessions he’s sure to lift you up, having you stratal his hips while he pushes you up to the nearest wall. AND BRO. I really feel like he has a secret wife/husband. AKA YOU. You would walk into U.A., going to his office to find him becuase ‘he forgot his lunch this morning’. It was really just a plan to have all his kids meet you. He’s also the one to get really horny really easily!! Especially if you run your hands through his hair..❤️

NEMURI KAYAMA - MIDNIGHT

-LIPS-

GIRL. GIRL. GIRL. GIRL. She’s always got some part of her, touching you. She’s the type of person to just sit there and admire the way you talk, watching as your lips change shape to form whatever story you’re telling at the moment. She loves watching the blush crawl up your neck after she crashed your face into hers, pushing you to make out with her. She also gets jealous really easily, which causes her to constantly grab at your hips and neck.

RUMI USAGIYAMA - MIRKO

-ARMS-

OKAY! Rumi is definitely the dominant one in the relationship.. She has a thing for arms, but her own..? Like she loves wrapping you into hugs, tugging you into her like a pillow. She’s also really into your confidence.. The number one thing she enjoys to do with her arms would probably be pushing you up a wall while making out. It gets you both really turned on and gets the situation all steamy.. Before the two of you started your relationship, and were ‘just friends’ she was really into cornering you in the bathroom stalls, before making her way to kiss up your neck. (IN A CONSENSUAL WAY!!!) ❤️

TAMAKI KEIGO - HAWKS

-HIPS-

Keigo is really like a bird, so when his ruts come up, he has to consider your body, in terms of, ‘are you able to hold his baby’s’ ‘are your hip’s wide enough’ ‘are your hips narrow enough’ ‘do you want little birdies’? all really good questions. But he really loves to hold and to kiss your hips. Whether they’re wide, narrow, or if they carry love handles or not.. He doesn’t care! He loves YOU and your body, no matter what! He’s definitely always searching for your validation, and he’s always grooming himself to your standerds.. He makes sure you take care of yourself too , and are always feeling comfortable in your own skin..❤️

TAISHRIO TOYOMITSU - FATGUM

-TUMMY-

GAWD!!! My man, my man.. OKAY! Taishiro is really all about body positivity, and imidetly attracted to someone with a funny personality. Personally, I believe he tends to find chubby, and thicker people more attractive! But, he does go for personality!!! So dont be discouraged! He really likes laying on your tummy, and squeezing it.. He makes sure you love your body too! and makes sure you feel confident in your own skin! He eats a lot, and so will you.. But he also makes sure that you feel safe whenever you go out. He’s definitely the type of walk on the outside of the sidewalk, and the type to take the seat faced by the door in case of any attacks! ❤️

I hope you enjoyed! And PLEASE!!! Message me any ideas for any MHA characters you would like to see!! I don’t judge!

Later tonight I will be releasing a Monoma x Reader reaction! So stay tuned!

- ONIE OUT!

[pretzel-box]

Hi! Hello! How are you doing? I hope you're having a great day. This is the first time I requested something so pls bare with me. So I really like the swap!Sebastian and swap!/payment received reader, so can I request a second part where Sebastian bought readers file and maybe some fluff and comfort, that'd be soooo cute and what comes next is up to you.

Anyways thanks for taking your time in reading this and it's also okay if you ignore this����😊😊

Tags: Comfort, Fluff, Reverse AU, gn! experiment reader & human sebastian, sequel to previous chapter

Words: 1,1k

Authors Note: Since the story progresses differently, I tried to at least write the fluff and comfort part after Seb saw the tapes!

Sebastian’s breath hitched as he tried to steady himself, his heart racing and his mind a chaotic mess of thoughts. He hadn’t expected to break down like this, not here, not in front of you. He had always prided himself on being composed, on having a plan. But those tapes… the sight of what you had gone through—the screams, the agony, the helplessness—it had torn through him like a knife. He didn’t know how to cope with the knowledge of your suffering, and now, here you were, laughing so freely, so blissfully unaware of the turmoil in his heart.

“Ah, there you are!” Your cheerful voice had greeted him when he walked into the shop, his eyes still red and puffy from the tears he had tried to hold back. Your smile was so genuine, so full of light, and it only made the ache in his chest worse. He wanted to protect that light, to shield you from any more pain, but he didn’t know how.

“Look!” You said, holding up the recorder with a playful grin. “I recorded a wall dweller getting hit by Pandemonium. It got squished like a fly.” You played the clip for him like it was some kind of small victory, a moment of dark humor to lighten the mood. But Sebastian couldn’t focus on the video. He could only see you—the real you—behind the cheerful facade.

He felt a lump form in his throat, his eyes welling up with tears again. You noticed the shift in his expression, the way his face crumpled with a pain you couldn’t quite understand. “God, Sebastian,” you teased gently, though your voice was tinged with concern. “Don’t tell me you’re getting emotional over a wall dweller.”

Sebastian didn’t respond. He just stood there, tears streaming down his cheeks in silent waves. The shame of his breakdown mixed with the overwhelming sadness he felt for you, for everything you’d endured, for every piece of you that had been broken and put back together. He hated that he couldn’t control this, that he couldn’t stop crying in front of you. He felt so raw, so exposed.

You blinked, your teasing smile fading as you realized this wasn’t just some passing moment of sentiment. You stepped closer, your expression softening as you took in the sight of him—Sebastian, your normally composed and snarky companion, now reduced to tears.

Without a word, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a comforting embrace. His body stiffened at first, but then he melted into your touch, his head resting against your shoulder as he let out a shaky breath. You held him close, your hand stroking the back of his head, fingers tangling gently in his hair. The other hand moved up and down his back, soothing him with gentle, rhythmic movements.

“It’s okay, Solace,” you whispered softly, your voice a calming melody against the storm raging in his mind. “The wall dweller is at a better place.”

Sebastian let out a choked laugh, a mix of a sob and a chuckle, shaking his head against your shoulder. “It’s… it’s not about the damn wall dweller,” he muttered, his voice thick with emotion. “It’s… it’s you.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, pulling back slightly to look at him. “Me?” you asked, searching his tear-filled eyes for answers. “What about me?”

He took a deep, shaky breath, trying to steady himself enough to speak. “I saw the tapes,” he admitted quietly, his voice breaking on the last word. “I saw… what they did to you. What you went through.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, your grip on him tightening instinctively. “Sebastian…” you whispered, your voice softening with understanding. “You… you saw those?”

He nodded, tears spilling down his cheeks again. “I’m so sorry,” he choked out. “I’m so sorry for everything they did to you. I just… I don’t know how you’re still standing here, smiling like that.”

You felt a pang in your chest, a mix of sorrow and affection for the man in front of you. You knew the tapes were horrifying—brutal, even—but you had long since come to terms with your past. It was a part of you, yes, but it didn’t define you. Not anymore.

You cupped his face gently, wiping away his tears with your thumbs. “Hey,” you said softly, your voice a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. “I’m okay, Sebastian. I’m still here. I’m still… me.”

He looked at you with such a mix of awe and disbelief, his heart aching with every beat. “But how?” he whispered. “How can you just… move on from something like that?”

You gave him a small, knowing smile. “Because I have to,” you replied simply. “Because if I let it define me, if I let it break me, then they win. And I refuse to let them have that power over me.”

Sebastian stared at you, his heart swelling with a mixture of admiration and love. He had always been drawn to you, always found himself captivated by your spirit, your strength. But now, more than ever, he realized just how much you meant to him—how much he needed you in his life.

He pulled you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he let out a shuddering breath. “I’m so sorry,” he repeated, his voice muffled against your skin. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you from that.”

You smiled softly, your hand continuing to stroke his hair. “You’re protecting me now,” you whispered. “That’s what matters.”

You felt him nod against your shoulder, his arms wrapping around you tighter as if afraid to let go. And in that moment, you knew that no matter what had happened in the past, no matter what horrors you’d both faced, you would face them together. And together, you would heal.

As the two of you stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, a small, playful smile tugged at your lips. “Besides,” you added, your tone teasing, “I bet that wall dweller’s in wall heaven now, with all his little wall dweller friends. Don’t you think?”

Sebastian let out a watery laugh, pulling back to look at you with a mix of exasperation and affection. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, a small smile breaking through his tears.

“And yet,” you said, grinning up at him, “you’re still here.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle, his heart feeling a little lighter, a little more whole. “Yeah,” he admitted softly. “I am.”

And as you stood there together, holding each other close, you knew that even after Sebastian saw the tapes, he would be alright. Just like you are.

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Hi bwaby ~ I’m new to your page and I love your yandere posts ^^ I’m reading the ones you’ve written for Kurapika. I saw your requests were open.

How do you think hxh yanderes would respond to their captive s/o having a panic/anxiety attacks when their captor tries to get intimate? How would they go about that?

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Yandere!HXH respond to you panicking during intimacy

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warnings: dubcon, panic attack, bad aftercare, forced cuddling, slight manipulation/coercion with Chrollo(it backfires), vomit in Chrollo’s, Feitan is emotionally distant, Kurapika is unstable

A/N: just a little note that none of my yanderes will ever rape the reader. I just include dubious consent because being captive blurs the lines of consent. Can you really consent when you’re captive? I don’t know, so I include it just in case, even though in my eyes reader is always consenting during these acts. I’m not comfortable with writing out rape, so this situation is the farthest I go.

characters included: Kurapika, Leorio, Chrollo, Feitan, Illumi

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Kurapika

First of all, Kurapika is VERY hesitant to initiate any intimacy after he takes you away. He wants you to get used to your captivity before he starts anything.

Kurapika is also the only yandere on this list that won’t be overly pushy in terms of physical contact most if the time, and honestly he’s okay if you never love him again… even if he really wants you to love him and give him lots of affection. He knows he did something unforgivable by taking you away from your life, and he’s willing to be hated by you if it means you’ll be safe.

Now, when you do eventually initiate some kind of intimacy he is over the moon. He would do anything for you, desperate to please you and make the experience as good as possible. Kurapika wants your love, your physical touch, and he wants it willingly.

So when he initiates, kissing along your neck with his hand gently rubbing your clothed cunt, he stops immediately when you start to panic. “My angel? Are you okay?”

He’s quick to pull away and give you space. His hands shake and he feels guilt and panic rise in his own chest. Did he just ruin all of the progress the two of you had?

But you calm down after a little, and lean against him. “I… I’m sorry, I just… I got really anxious.”

He’s quick to wrap his arms around you, tentatively smoothing out your hair. “Don’t apologize… shh, just relax. We don’t have to do anything.”

Kurapika spends the rest of the night just a bit unstable, terrified that he’ll do something to upset you. He just loves you so much and he doesn’t want to lose your love and affection when he just got it back. The next day he makes sure to pamper you more than usual, and he’s almost a bit clingy… as if he’s scared he’ll lose you.

Leorio

He’s pretty handsy, though most of his touches are just affectionate in nature. When you cuddle, he has his hand in your ass or thigh, kneading at the soft flesh.

Leorio likes to have you in his lap as often as possible, where he can move you as he pleases as cover you in kisses as he holds you as close as possible.

He’s eager to get back to sex after he takes you, though he won’t push… too much. Leorio is just super clingy and you’re already sitting pretty on his lap, the only thing separating you from his is that pretty skirt you’re wearing!

It was a normal day, with you sitting in his lap after he tugged you his way. But this time, instead of the usual soft squish he’d give your thigh or kisses to your cheek or the top of your head, Leorio started moving you back and forth against the bulge firming in his pants.

You instantly froze, feeling his warm breath on your neck. When you began to panic and cry, Leorio paused for a moment. “Princess? Something wrong?”

When you started to struggle, he gently set you down. The air was thick and heavy with tension and awkward energy. He scratched the back of his neck, his boner gone. “You alright?”

You shook your head. “I… I don’t want to, Leorio… I’m scared…”

He felt his heart break a little, but he was quick to reach out and gently ruffle your hair. “Don’t be scared… I won’t… do anything to you that you don’t want…”

But it felt a bit hypocritical, considering he did steal you from your old life against your will. Leorio had standards though, and one of those was not assaulting people.

That night, he was way less clingy than usual, giving you some space and time to process things… but you joined him in bed for snuggles later.

Chrollo

He kept telling you he wanted to make your first time with him special, that he’d buy you flowers and pretty lingerie to wear. He even suggested getting a nicer hotel than usual, which was shocking because the hotels you usually stayed in with him were beyond luxurious.

So when the special night came, he took you out to a fancy dinner, letting you order whatever you wanted. You had become very complacent, accepting the fact you’d never be able to escape him… not even in death.

So you are your food, and you bathed before putting on the set of lingerie he surely paid a high price for, and sat on the bed, waiting for him to get back from a meeting with some phantom troupe members that were in town.

The wait already had you anxious, but the way he kept going on and on about how perfect he made everything and how much effort he put into this night put a lot of pressure on you to do well.

And that was on purpose. He wanted you to know just how much he had done for you… how much he craved and adored you. With him, you would be endlessly pampered and loved… all you had to do was be a good girl and do as he said.

So by the time he got back, you were already anxiously fidgeting with your lacy black lingerie, biting your lip.

Now… he didn’t want to make you anxious, just a little nervous. He thought it would be cute to see you squeak like a timid little mouse as he took you… he didn’t want you to stiffly lie down and tear up when he unbuttoned his shirt.

And he hadn’t expected you to throw up from the stress of it all.

He felt a bit guilty, you were crying and muttering apologies as he called for room service, trying to clean it up yourself. Had he instilled that much fear in you that you shook in terror at the thought of upsetting you? That’s not what Chrollo wanted… despite his sly and manipulative nature, he wanted you to genuinely love him and see him as someone that protected and took care of you.

So once you calmed down a little, he pulled you in and snuggled you, kissing the top of your head. “I..: apologize. We’ll do this at your pace.”

You couldn’t really break away from his grip… and you didn’t want to anger him, so you let him hold you close and gently rock you.

Feitan

Feitan already is absolute garbage with intimacy, so it’s rare he’ll initiate anything. He’s both insecure and emotionally distant, but also longs for your affection and physical touch.

But he also HATES physical touch… so being his darling is a confusing experience where you’re constantly walking on eggshells.

The rare instances when he tries to be intimate with you, you almost leap with joy. He’s the only other human you have physical contact with, and you’ve almost gone crazy without touch and affection.

He’s very insecure and sensitive to rejection, so when he touches you, even if it’s just subpar, you praise him endlessly with soft whimpers and moans. He’s pretty skilled with his fingers considering he was a virgin before he met you.

So when he’s got his hands on your hips and ready to push his cock into your pretty pussy, instead of the usual happy whines you make… you instead whimper and shy away from him.

He’s tortured many people, so he can recognize the signs of a panic attack easily. You don’t know what came over you, but you just started to break down, crying and rocking yourself.

Feitan froze up, not knowing what to do. He’s not used to comforting others, and he already feels the harsh sting of rejection from your reaction. Was he that bad?

But… he’s able to push that away. He puts a blanket over your naked form and gently rubs your back while looking the other way.

“… don’t have to. Just say when don’t want it.”

And that’s all you get. He doesn’t kiss away your tears or clean you up… but it’s a big step forward. For Feitan, comforting another human being is hard, so the fact he’s trying for you proves that you mean something to him.

[risuola]

▶ COCOONED — one of those lazy mornings when you wake up trapped in a tangle of hands and legs.

contents: college+roommates!au, fluff — wc. 655

a/n: very short one, i'm still painting a little background to the friendship dynamics of our trio, but I wanna take this opportunity to thank you guys for supporting this little story I'm building here and also I wanna encourage you to help me out with it! if you have any ideas for entries, please let me know through ask box!

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Taking care of your friends came easy for you. You were always like this, affectionate and protective. It was a way of showing love, through those subtle acts of tenderness and both Satoru and Suguru always thanked you for it, despite occasional teasing from their side. They were grateful for your selfless and kindhearted nature, just as you were grateful for the boundless protection you were granted ever since you got to know them. Any bully you ever stumbled upon quickly turned tail when met with the sight of your two guardians – always taller than others, always stronger and very ready to resolve issues (in more or less civilized ways).

It wasn’t a surprise that living together brought you even closer than before. It became a routine for you to help Satoru with his eyedrops first thing in the morning – because the boy has eyes of an angel but needs to protect them from harsh sunlight and environment. Then, you always make sure that a jar of Suguru’s favorite candy is full for him, so that he can pop one right after he takes his daily medicine – the one that he swears tastes like a rug somebody used to wipe up shit and vomit. They, on the other hand, never fail to help you at home or bring you sweets from the store.

One thing you were slightly uncertain about at the beginning of the one-bedroom journey was sleeping with them. You wondered if one day you’ll wake up to a black eye because of some random muscle twitch of either of them or they’ll squish you in the middle of the bed because of course you slept between them, but none of those things happened and it’s been months already. What took place, on the other hand, was evolvement of your friendship to a much more touchy one. It always came natural to you three to cuddle; you never minded their hands on your waist or legs and they never complained about you draping over them, but in one bed, it became much more intense. A progression of friendly intimacy that all three of you grew to love. A comfortable tangle of bodies that became a safe space to you and the boys, something that happened naturally and you wouldn’t have it any other way. And they wouldn’t change it either, but–

“Satoruu–! Suguuu–”

–but there were mornings like this one. You woke up trapped in a death grip of both boys, stuck against Suguru’s muscular chest and with Satoru’s strong arm wrapped around you. The white-haired head was nuzzled against your shoulder blades and as you tried to loosen up the cocoon, you ended up twisting your upper body unnaturally while your legs stayed lodged between four, much larger male ones. Your butt was pressed against Gojo’s stomach and his hand was resting below your ribs, long gone underneath the fabric of your stolen t-shirt. Long, black hair was tickling your face whenever you tried to move away from brunette’s bare pecks. Immobilized and resigned, you let out a deep exhale.

Thanks god it’s Sunday and you have nowhere to be – otherwise you’d be very late, as none of your friends seemed to be bothered by the sound of your voice calling them.

“Get back to sleep,” Toru mumbled sleepily against your back and somehow pulled you even closer to his chest and you could tell that as soon as he finished speaking, he was back in his slumber. His muffled voice did something to Suguru though, because the man hummed lowly, a sound akin to a purr. You felt his lips pressing to the top of your head and he was gone too, with his large hand resting on your hip and his bicep underneath your cheek. Helpless and surrendered, you tweaked your position to get comfortable and allowed your eyelids to drop, slowly succumbing back into the dreamland.

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I was your lamaze instructor at a local gym. Both of us hit it off and we became good friends, and bonded over how we both got pregnant around the same time.

You asked if I could give a private lesson as you were a bit scared of birthing and wanted to know everything on how to reduce the pain by trying birth positions so I gladly say yes.

As I was setting up on the third floor with no one around us, and I was breathing deeply as the elevator broke and had to walk all those stairs. I turn around and see you waddling widely, breaking a sweat.

"Sorry, I meant to text but my phone just died." I said. You told me it was alright and we headed towards the yoga mats and balls.

"Now, let's get on our hands and knees. I want you to breathe in and out like this." You copy my movements and breathe slowly as I coached. I suddenly hear you moan out of the blue and look at you, worried.

"Just the baby kicking. Carry on." I nod my head as we progressed on different positions. We both started fidgeting uncontrollably from the pressure from our hips.

"Now- why don't we sit on the balls and spread our legs, and just sway side to- oof- side" I said, wincing from the pain on my back.

You rub your belly and closed your eyes, releasing a sigh.

"That's it, just relieve all the tension you have." I said, moving my hips widely as the pressure wasn't going away.

"I think those stairs really did a number on meeeeee-" You gasped at the end, feeling a pop sensation in your one piece yoga suit as we both saw your water break.

I look back at you as we realized that we've been in labor all morning.

"Oh no."

Sitting on the yoga ball and circling my hips was doing wonders for the pain that had been plaguing me all morning. Everything had hurt; my back, my hips, my cervix, my boobs. As well as preparing me for labour I was also using this class as a way to relieve some of the nagging tension and pressure that I’d not been able to get rid of.

As we both bounced lightly on our yoga balls, my belly and breasts squished tight into my jersey one-piece with thigh-length shorts, the pressure wasn’t going away and just kept building and building. I widened my legs and circled my hips and suddenly the pressure released along with the splashing sound of liquid hitting the plastic yoga ball.

“Ohhhhhh oh my god I think my water just b-broke…” I groaned, staying oddly still atop the ball as I look down at the damp fabric between my legs.

When you didn’t respond I looked up to see you rocking rather frantically on your ball, your face pink and flushed, and you were panting heavily.

“Are you in labour?!?!” I cry out, just as another cramp pulls my insides down.

You’re my friend as well as my instructor and I feel a need to go to help you. I slide off the ball and land on my knees and crawl across the floor to where you were grunting and moaning and rocking on the ball.

“I-I think I need to p-push…” you growled, your eyes wide with panic.

“No! You can’t be r-ready to push… already.” I panted, ignoring the weight and pressure between my legs that only got worse when the word “push” was uttered.

But you were lost to your own bodily instincts and were holding your breath and bearing down, your hands clasped at your wide knees as you pushed. The sound of your pushing triggered my own pregnant body to respond, as if your birthing noises matched my own labour. Stuck on all fours at your side my head dropped and my hips sunk backwards as my uterus clenched and pushed the massive baby down down down.

I could already feel the baby behind my lips, just inside of me and desperate to be born. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything other than submit to the uncontrollable.

With my clothing still on and my body stuck on all fours, the baby began to part my folds and crown slowly into my underwear. The elasticated fabric was like a second skin all over my torso and upper legs, following every inch and curve, and I was certain the shape of the baby’s head was surely visible as I bore down with everything I had.

[in the mood to write more little inconvenient birth drabbles like this, send me more prompts please!]

[darlingdaisyfarm]

Hello my amazing, talented, gorgeous queen♥, I've got smth that has been itching my brain for sooo long and I can't contain myself any longer:

Soooo, hear me out... Remember that episode of gravity falls where Dipper clones himself? I was thinking 'what if it was Ford?' And then I thought 'but make it nsfw' likeeee????? I'll leave the rest to u but... Have fun with it!!!!!

Your dearest, 🌻 Anon

(P.s I will return!!! Also LOVE your stuff❤❤❤❤)

HELLOOO???? the way i actually giggled about “queen” like. AAAAAA. no one’s called me that before and aaahggg you making me shy!!

also HELLOOOO again??? ur idea?? i read it once and my hands were already twitching to write and finally damn finally i started smth today!! 🌻 anon, ily

i’m already writing it (trying to decide if it needs to be a full one shot or just a little blurb but knowing me...sadly it'll be the first)

i will be sharing a sneak peek right now!!! :)) ill probably edit this millions of times before ill post the whole thing

Ford stares at the clone, at himself. or rather, at the other him. it’s uncanny, he would describe it so. every angle, detail and every tired crease in his forehead, exactly the same. and yet somehow it makes him deeply uncomfortable.

the clone tilts his head, adjusting his glasses, squinting thoughtfully at real Ford.

“do my glasses really sit that crooked?” the clone asks, poking at the bridge. “is that why everything’s slightly tilted all the time?”

“hm,” real Stanford rubs his chin. “honestly, i always wondered if these frames made my face look too narrow.”

“wait, do they?” the clone presses, turning slightly, admiring the angle of the glasses from the side. “maybe the square ones Fidds offered me would’ve—“

“how do you know?” Stanford wants to ask, but then he clicks his tongue, because, ah yeah. . . that's literally his clone. so instead he says, “just, stop touching them, alright?”

the clone raises a brow. “but they’re our glasses, no?”

“actually, mine,” Ford corrects stiffly, suddenly hyperaware of the smudge on his left lens. god. do they really squish his face?

real Ford paces in a tight circle, muttering furiously under his breath, thinking what to do next while behind him, his clone is inspecting the lab.

“you really let the flux cables sit like that? you know they’re supposed to be wrapped clockwise, not—“

“great,” real Stanford snaps, whirling around. “just great. now i get to be corrected by my own clone. is this what i’m like? is this what living with me is like?”

clone Ford blinks and smiles. “yes. obviously!”

that makes Stanford rub his temples hard enough to dig grooves into his skull. “i didn’t make you so you could reorganize my entire lab and critique my wire handling.”

“Ford?” your voice sounds, lilting down the hall. “you okay? you’ve been quiet down there.”

the clone’s breath catches as he turns toward the door. “who was that?”

Ford panics. no. no. no. “you didn’t hear anything,” he says too fast.

but to his fear, second Ford is already dreamy-eyed and real Stanford gets a great view of himself when he blushes. so silly, geez. . . “oh, she sounds divine. how did we land someone with a voice like that?”

Ford’s eye twitches. “don’t romanticize my partner, you bootlegged pervert. . .“ he mumbles to himself, already thinking about what to do with his annoying copy.

annoying scanning sound suddenly fills the room as the cloning machine starts working again.

“what are you doing? stop that!” Stanford panics, but it's too late.

“sorry, im just curious about how this machine works! you're curious too, right? you’re always saying curiosity is what drives progress!” the clone says, pushing up his glasses with a proud face.

looks like a third pair of eyes wouldn’t hurt.

[a66-1]

starving.

Simon x Fem!Insecure!Reader.

Part 1 | ???

TW: Talk of ed's, negative self talk, low self esteem, bad mouthing (from reader to herself, comes with the territory) cursing, self harm. i tried not to be too descriptive with the reader, so EVERY insecure girlie who reads this feels seen. (these tw are for the whole thing, im pretty sure this is gonna be a series)

a/n: hey. if you need help, dm me. ill talk to you if you need it :). (also i made my banners. if you want one dm me! i make them for free, just with credit :)) NOT PROOF READ

i hope your doing okay honey.

Stepping out of the shower, the towel around you just big enough to touch ends is slipped around yourself. Showering is getting harder. You can barely stand glancing at the mirror now.

You dry yourself off, and hand the towel back up. You can do it, just walk past the mirror to grab your clothes.

You take the steps past the mirror, and turn your back to the mirror to change. Slipping your bra on, and it squishes the skin on your back and you grimace.

Once your dressed, you turn back around. The nagging voices are just waiting to pounce. I mean, what? You used to be so skinny.

You used to be pretty.

You decided to let your hair air dry, and you walk into your bedroom. You had work today, but you really wish you didn't. It was a bad week, you'd skipped 3 meals in the last few days and you know what your therapist would say.

'The progress you've made, hun. You can't go back now.'

The bad days are getting too close to each other now. You used to have at least a week between them, but now it's barely 48 hours. Maybe being off medicine isn't working good anymore.

Maybe you're no good.

You throw in a big hoodie, one that covers you, and some sweat pants, glancing at the big mirror in your room.

You can't stop analyzing yourself.

There's not one good thing on you is it?

Fuck.

The rest of the day was spent at your stupid 9-5, with your stupid boss, in your stupid, lonely life. Christ, being off anti-depressants is really hitting you hard. Everyone at your job is stupid and today every customer who wants to blow you ear off about how you kids these days, by the end of the day, your so tense that your shoulders are aching.

You got about 30 minutes left at this off-brand kroger store, when a big, big ass man walks in, shoving a mask with a skull print on it on. You curse to yourself, you really don't want to have to call the police for a robbery, you just want to go home.

To be honest, if he had a gun, you'd be half tempted to let him shoot you-

"Ma'am?" A heavy British accent came from your right. You turn your head, and scan his few items. You don't bother with the how are you's and you sigh.

"It'll be 16.84." You drag your eyes to his, and he reaches to his pocket, pulling out..

A wallet. What else were you thinking?

He hands you a twenty, and you hand him his respective change. He bags his own items, because honestly, you seem like the only worker in the store. Your face is written with exhaustion, whether it be from this job or something else, and the guy notices.

"Have uh... A good day." He nods to you, and walks off.

You purse your lips, and sigh, closing your cashier, because fuck finishing today. You're too close to a breakdown, and you're not trying to let anyone see.

You drive home, your hands tight around the wheel. You know it's a bad idea to be driving this emotional, to the point you wonder what would happen if you swerve your car into a tree.

You won't do it though.

You need to get back out there. It's why you stopped taking your meds.

You promise yourself that tomorrow you'll go out, and at least get a one night stand, you want need, anything.

Once home and in bed, you scroll and scroll and scroll. Doom scrolling is too common on these longer nights. You have a pillow tucked into your arm, and your hand squeezes it every time that pang in your lower chest rings out. Loneliness, you think.

You always scroll through your old friends instagrams or snapchats, seeing their nice bodies and nice boyfriends. You've been so nice and kind and karma should be on your side, but it always failed.

Especially after your last boyfriend.

Your friends say to wait.

To wait.

To wait.

But waiting is getting harder. Days are getting longer, and your head seems to spin more when left to its own devices. Why do you have to wait?

Your looks.

Your personality.

Who'd wanna be seen with you?

You flip your phone over, and shove your face in the pillow, your breathing staggered.

You fell asleep late, that night. The tears brought you to exhaustion.

woah why did this take 2 tries to write.

be waiting for pt.2

TRUST FINALS ARE SOOM COMING TO AN END and summer i will be STEWING TRUST!!!

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thank you for all the support. drunk simon blew up and im crying bc i came back after a 2 year hiatus and i wasn't getting the same feedback as usual so to finally seeing people enjoy my work again makes me feel great. <3

sorry simon wasn't in this part much. you gotta know the reader first tho, right?

bye babes..

-a661

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With everyone busy with jobs and all that adult stuff, it's difficult to get everyone together. Your friend group do try to meet every once in a while, but most times not everyone can make it. One exception though is when it's someone birthday, it's an unspoken promise to always be there.

"Babe, I think I'll be late for Wonwoo's birthday dinner. I'll just meet you there"

Joshua looks up from where he was sitting to look over where you were, he notices the way your scrunching your brows unintentionally which means you're stressed. He knows you enough to read right through you. Heck he knows you better than he knows himself.

You're stressed about something, you have been for days. He also knows it's harder for you to admit it so he lets you come to him on your own. He never pressures to you to tell him anything.

He shoots you an understanding smile, putting his phone down to give you all of his attention. "Sure, love. Do you want me to pick you up?"

You contemplate for a second but you shook your head at him, "It's okay. I'll just meet you there, I don't know how long I'll be at the office that day cause I have this meeting with executives I can't reschedule. I'll just text Wonwoo so he knows. I feel bad if I don't go"

He stands up and walk over to you, giving you a hug you didn't know you needed. Just like that it's like all the noises in your head disappear. You don't think about work or anything else, you just think of how warm Joshua's hug is and how nice would it be to stay in his arms forever and away from the stresses of the world around you.

Joshua can feel you relax in his arms, soon he feels you hug him back even tighter. You needed this, you just didn't know how to say it. He gives your head loving pats, making you feel better even without words.

"Hey, why don't you call it a night? I can get the bath running for you, then you can go relax while I make us some snacks or anything you want" he looks down at you

"Can we just cuddle" you pout, cheeks squished against his chest. The warmth pooling inside Joshua's chest, a feeling he's all too familiar with but it's like the first time every time.

He's not sure if you know, but you got him wrapped around your finger. He'd do anything for you, he'll give you the world if that's what you want.

Leaning down, he gives your cheek a kiss making you smile up at him.

"Of course, my love. And don't worry about the party, I'm sure they'll understand"

It wasn't really Wonwoo's birthday yet, but his girlfriend wanted to surprise him that's why the dinner will be held before his actual birthday so he won't get suspicious.

When Soonyoung saw Joshua arrive alone, he immediately texted you thinking you were arriving with Joshua but he didn't get a reply so he turns to his friend to ask your whereabouts

"I thought Y/N was coming with you?"

"I offered to pick her up but she still has a meeting" Joshua explains, "But she'll come right?"

"Mhm, told her to text me if she needs me to fetch her" he tells Soonyoung.

Soonyoung just nods his head at Joshua before joining the others again. The night progressed smoothly, everyone was having fun and bonding over food and drinks. There really isn't any chance of boredom when all the guys are together.

Joshua's still distracted though, he kept on checking his phone or looking over the front door. A few of his friends noticed this but didn't comment on it. They also noticed your absence, some putting two and two together like Soonyoung, Dokyeom and Mingyu who you were with on your last beach trip.

Joshua has always been honest about his interest towards you. He never denied it. Whenever he's asked about you, he fights the smile to not raise any suspicion but sometimes he can't help it. One mention of your name and the butterflies in his stomach is rioting. Acting nonchalant is as hard as keeping his secret a secret.

He was in the kitchen when you arrived, talking with Seungcheol and Seungkwan. You greeted everyone in the living room, scanning the room for your boyfriend but you didn't see him.

"Hey Wonwoo, sorry I'm late. Happy advance birthday" You greet him, giving him a quick hug. "Sorry I didn't bring anything"

"No worries, it's good. And don't fret about it, I knew you were busy with work. There's still food in the kitchen if you want, you probably haven't eaten yet"

And he's right, but right now you need a moment of silence. "Sure thank you, I'm just going to the restroom real quick"

You excuse yourself then went the hallway, the house is familiar to you since you've been here multiple times when you hang out together.

Wonwoo then walks to the kitchen to see some of his friends laughing and having fun, "Hey, where's the sandwich we saved for Y/N" he asks

Joshua looks over at Wonwoo at the mention of your name, "Here, I set it here. Did she arrive already?"

"Yea, she just went to the restroom. Anyways do you guys want anything else?"

Joshua stayed for a few more minutes in the kitchen waiting for you but then you're taking too long and it's worrying him.

He excuses himself and walked down the hall, checking the vacant rooms until he found one with the light on. He knocks before walking inside the office, he sees the light in the bathroom open so he walks there and knock again

"Just a moment" he heard you say from the other side

"It's me" he answers, a few seconds passed before he hears the lock click and the door open revealing you with teary eyes.

He didn't even get to say anything because you immediately buried yourself on his chest, "Hey, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" he asks, very worried but he didn't want to push you to talk when you don't want to. He just wanted to know if you're okay.

You just shake your head and sob harder. You were having the worst day ever and you just couldn't hold it together any longer. You thought you could but you were too tired and too frustrated that the tears just started to stream down your face.

Joshua just lets you be, hugging you even closer. His arms going around you as if he's shielding you from everything.

"Hey, I'm here. It's okay now, you're okay" he kept on mumbling against your hair, saying comforting words to you

"I was just having the worst day ever, sorry" you mumble

"No need to say sorry about that, baby. It's valid, what you're feeling is valid. You never have to apologize about that, especially not to me. Not ever"

You're calmer now and the tears have stopped, Joshua definitely helped to calm down the chaos in your mind.

You wipe the tears with the back of your hand, leaning your face away from your boyfriend but staying in his embrace. He looks down at you, heart breaking at the sight of your tear stained face.

He wipes the few tears remaining, giving you the most gentle smile

"We can go home now if you want" he whispers but you shake your head

"I just needed a moment, I'll be okay and you're here now"

"You should've called me, I could've picked you up if you weren't feeling okay" he tells you

"I didn't want to ruin tonight" "Nonsense, you come first always. You're my number one priority" he shushes you

"When you're having a shitty day, you tell me okay? Wherever you are, I'll come and get you. I want to be the one you call, okay?"

You look at him, not saying anything back. You really did hit the jackpot when you met him. You always tell him you regret meeting him too late, feeling like you wasted so many years but then Joshua assures you again and again. Telling you that you didn't meet him late, you met him at the right moment, right when you needed him the most.

And he's right. Ever since he came into your life, everything is better. Even your worst days are better when he's with you.

"Now, let's go get some food in you. I know you haven't eaten dinner yet, I saved you your favorite sandwich. If you want anything else we can get it later"

"You really love me huh" you chuckle at him

Seeing you smile eased Joshua's mind. At least you're not crying anymore. He's not sure what he'd do if he sees you cry like that again, he might show up at your office and give your boss a piece of his mind if he ever sees you breaking down like that again.

"I do, I have for years now. Thank you for noticing" he jokes back

You giggle, standing on your tiptoe and throwing your arms around him again. "Thank you, Shua. For being there for me always, for not asking questions when I'm stressed but knowing the answers anyways"

He smiles while hearing your words, hugging you tighter. "I'm not going anywhere, love. I'll be right here" he tells you, kissing the side of your head like sealing another promise he made to you.

You stay like that for a while, not noticing the two figures standing by the door, "Should I ask..." Dokyeom asks Soonyoung

"They're hugging, I'm seeing this right. Right?"

"They're definitely hugging"

The two share a look then look at you and Joshua again, still oblivious about your friends observing the sweet moment you were having with your boyfriend.

"Should we tell them.. should we say something..." Soonyoung asks but Dokyeom shakes his head, hurriedly pulling him away and back to the main room

"Let's let them be. What if he just asked her out or what if they're finally admitting they like each other???"

"Who like each other?" Jeonghan asks

"Y/N and Joshua"

"Huh? Why would you say they like each other?" Seungcheol asks

"Everyone knows they like each other?" Dokyeon asks back

"Huh? I thought they were together already" the youngest say, catching the attention of his hyungs

"What?" Soonyoung asks, "Yea I saw them out one time, they were holding hands and all that. Joshua hyung even kissed her on the cheek. Oh and one time when I went over at hyung's he had like girl stuff in his apartment" Dino explains

"How did you know it's Y/N stuff?" Dokyeom asks "Because she was there, she was surprised to see me but she said she was just getting something she left at hyung's car. I never said anything because they never said anything" he shrugs, some of the guys surprised at hearing all of this

The rest share looks then it was chaos, Soonyoung shouting the loudest

"YAH KIM MINGYU YOU OWE ME $50!"

[eggcompany]

modern jayvik but covid era and they’re roommates. viktor is in college studying lit like a nerd or something and jayce is a mechanic. really fluffy shit but they fuck sometimes, as homies ofc. since jayce can’t go to the gym, he gets soft and Vik LOVES it.

Barking 🍽 I'm ready for dinner.

Love that "COVID era" is now a thing. Like I remember reading fics that were tagged "pre-phones" and being like... that was not that long ago. Love that so much, makes me so fucking old.

Viktor would be an a total nerd during lockdown. He's turn to learning and bettering his understanding of his major. He'd also be the kinda person who'd start doing those tiny micro puzzles.

He'd hole up in his room, string lights tacked to the ceiling, puzzles hung on his walls, glued together with Elmer's. He'd forget what slacks even felt like, how to do up his own belt. He would be a wreck.

His roommate would not be much help because was going crazy with cabin fever. Viktor knew when it was 6am and time to go to bed because Jayce would be up, banging around getting ready to go run around campus for an hour. He couldn't go to the gym so he settled for running laps around their building and doing pushups in the common area.

They'd been... fraternizing. Viktor wasn't a touchy man. Never was. But Jayce started it. Sitting too close on the couch, leaning over him, touching his arms, his back, who knows who leaned in first that first make out session on the couch as freshman. But things progressed, they were twenty years old boys, things all pointed to the easiest way to keep sane.

Jayce was hot, strong and big, Viktor didn't mind the way he pulled and pushed, showing off his strength in bed. He wasn't domineering, he was like a big docile dog, listening to every word. But once lockdown started and they survived off the shitty food that was delivered and whatever Jayce brought back from the convince store at midnight, they both became a bit... differently shaped.

Viktor knew he was loosing weight and that wasn't helping but he couldn't care. Jayce was getting soft around the center. Viktor loved it. The soft give at the bottom of his stomach, the squish of his thighs, the tender fat of his ass that wasn't there before, even his arms and his chest, he was no longer skin on muscle, he was soft and buff and it got Viktor burning up to see.

Jayce was better to snuggle, better to sit close and get hugged against, better to grab and pull, to call deeper faster more more. Jayce mostly just wanted Viktor to eat, which Viktor abliges because he'd do anything to see Jayce smile, big and toothy, with his bearded face and long messy hair.

[beardedmrbean]

Some female staffers in the Colorado Capitol reportedly disturbed by having to share the women's restroom with a biological male aide are allegedly being bullied into submission.

A press conference held on the steps outside the Colorado Capitol on April 30 saw men and women alike coalescing against transgender ideology – both the argument at stake in a controversial bill touted as a threat to parental rights and in the case involving the staffers.

"They are being squished, being told to be quiet, sit down, shut up and know your place. When did we go back to that? Women no longer have rights to this [privacy]?" State Rep. Scott Bottoms, a Republican representing the 15th district, said from the steps.

"I'm telling you – from me personally – enough is enough," he said.

Bottoms, now a state gubernatorial candidate with a history of opposing progressive transgender ideology, has been trusted to lead the effort on the staffers' behalf. He finished his speech with a rallying cry to "reclaim Colorado."

The women involved in the case have chosen to remain anonymous out of fear of retaliation but filed a complaint after having to share a restroom with the aide they accuse of making them feel uncomfortable.

A copy of a formal three-page complaint letter addressed to Democratic Colorado House Speaker Julie McCluskie was provided to Fox News Digital.

The document reads in part, "[This transgender aide] has created an environment that feels increasingly hostile and unsafe… this situation has escalated beyond a manageable level for us."

The letter explains that witnessing the transgender aide entering the restroom left one of the females "deeply worried for her safety and that of others."

"The layout of this restroom – where stall doors obscure who is present and anyone could enter after you – heightens this concern, as there's no way to know who is sharing the space.

"This lack of privacy and predictability has made a routine part of our workday feel distressing," the document continued.

Bottoms told Fox News Digital that state officials – particularly the Democratic-led state legislature – have failed to act on the staffers' behalf.

"It's been something that's been building for a while," he said.

"Our leadership in the house [holds] a very pro-transgender ideology, extremely. So now we've got some legislative aides that have stepped up and said, 'This is not okay… since then, that story has started evolving…"

Bottoms claimed the transgender aide involved in the complaint followed the other aides around, "stalking" and "threatening" them through body language, something both the complaint and one of the female aides involved in the incident reaffirmed when speaking to Fox News Digital.

"It's an intimidation tactic… it's being done to make us feel uncomfortable," the aide said. She explained that the legislative offices in a building located across from the Capitol are essentially divided – one side for Republicans and another side for Democrats.

"But the only bathroom on our floor is on the Democrat side, so every time we have to go to the restroom, we have to walk over there," she added.

Text messages provided to Fox News Digital show a conversation between an aide and the Office of Legislative Workplace Relations, who said the issue could be mitigated by entering the restroom in pairs, asking who is inside the bathroom before entering, walking across the street to the Capitol, or asking their bosses if they can work remotely.

Fox News Digital reached out to the office for comment and to request further information surrounding any investigation but did not receive a response in time for publication. 

Rep. Bottoms also said the women at the center of the complaint risk losing their jobs should they decide to speak out without anonymity.

"They are harassing them, they're bullying them," he said of what he branded as the "leftist Marxist" Democrats from the state.

Right-wing social media account Libs of TikTok also posted about the incident in March, claiming multiple female staffers had reached out, complaining about having to share a bathroom with the aide. 

"They have tried asking legislators to do something but the Democrat-controlled legislature has failed to act," the post read in part. "This is a disgusting violation of female-only private spaces."

The aide who spoke to Fox News Digital claims the retaliation worsened after the Libs of TikTok post went public, a point reiterated in the official complaint letter.

The letter states that "none of the female staffers/aides have any knowledge of who" shared the information with Libs of TikTok, but the transgender aide approached one of the females and pressured her to reveal who had leaked the information, leaving her distraught.

As the situation escalated, the female staffers met with the Office of Legislative Workplace Relations, where, according to the complaint, they were soon offered some avenues to address their complaints, including that they find a different restroom to use.

"These solutions place the burden on us to adapt, rather than addressing the root issue," the letter states.

Those with contrary opinions point to state law to support their claims, arguing that transgender individuals have an enshrined right to use whichever sex-segregated space corresponds with their gender identity.

The ACLU Colorado, for instance, writes that the Colorado Anti-Discrimination Act (CADA) – which prohibits discrimination in public spaces based on sex, sexual orientation, gender identity, or gender expression – legally enables transgender individuals to use public restrooms and other sex-segregated spaces that align with their gender identity.

Fox News Digital reached out to the Colorado House Speaker's office and the office of the Democratic official whose aide is involved in this matter for comment, but did not receive a reply in time for publication.

[realcube]

dilf december

day twenty-two ⭑ kotaro bokuto ⭑ snow man!

tw: fluff, reader gets picked up, slight flashing & age gap

bokuto was terrible at maths.

so it was only natural that he would need to hire a tutor for his kids as soon as they progressed past bokuto's level of numeric ability and he could no longer help them with their homework or topics they were struggling in. hence, as soon as they returned home with worksheets about fractions, he immediately went online to find a private tutor.

however, he went on a website that had pictures of the tutors alongside their names and qualifications, meaning that he inadvertently treated his search more like a dating site than a recruitment process. that is how, despite being able to afford a tutor with a phd in maths and a masters in education, he chose you — a struggling college student who charges prices on the lower end of the scale, since you had yet to attain a teaching degree.

he couldn't have made a better decision though! by now, he had hired you for around a year, thus he has gotten to know you quite well and he can tell you work exceptionally with his children — you teach them in a way that is both comprehensive and engaging, and their grades have seen a massive improvement because of you. he couldn't be more grateful.

today it was a cold winter afternoon, and you had just finished up a lesson with his children. bokuto doesn't like to hover during the sessions but he wants to stay nearby in case you need something, so he was currently in an adjacent room and is able to overhear you say your goodbyes to the kids, as well as them packing up their textbooks and scampering off to their rooms.

he peers into the room, seeing you at the dining table, packing up your equitment. you notice him, so he offers you a bright smile, "how'd it go?" he asks.

"good." you chirp, slipping your laptop and pens neatly into your backpack, "we're working on geometry right now. they both seem to understand area, so we will work on volume next week."

bokuto has no clue what any of those words mean — he may have if you asked him 20 years ago, but not anymore — he's just glad to hear that his children aren't struggling. "volume, already?! woah, i've got a pair of little genius' in my house!" he joked, crossing his arms over his chest and walking towards the window, "that's all thanks to you, though. i'll tell them to mention you in their speeches when they accept the noble prize."

you laughed with him, and there is a little flutter in your stomach as passes you, and you not only catch the lingering scent of his fresh cologne, but you also get a peek of his muscular back — you were aware that he was a retired volleyball player, but it still astounded you how he was able to remain in such an impressive shape. it was so tempting; all you could think about when he was in the room was how much you'd like to be squished between his biceps.

while he talks away, he peers out the window that overlooks the driveway, and frowns. one of the cons of owning such a large house is that it comes with an equally massive driveway, which you always insist to park at the bottom of because you don't want to 'intrude on their space', even though bokuto has assured you several times that you're welcome to park where ever you like and parking closer would surely be more convenient for you. however, he's unaware that the real reason you continue parking so far away from the house is that you don't want to park near the rest of his expensive cars and risk damaging one of them, but you keep this secret to yourself as you don't want him to think you're an incompetent driver.

anyway, during the two hour session you had just completed with his children, it has been raining, and although it had ceased by now, the cold weather in tandem with the damp ground has rendered his entire driveway an icy slipping-hazard! to get to one of his cars could be feasible, but your car was quite a distance away, which would be a very perilous journey.

"the ground outside looks so icy.." he muses, and you shuffle up behind him, peering out the window over his shoulder.

"yeah.." you mumble, staring worriedly down at your uggs had barely any grip on the sole, indicating that you had a better chance at successfully ice-skating back to your car than walking. of course, you didn't want to complain in front of bokuto, so you said, "i'll be fine. a little fall never hurt anyone."

you make the comment with a tinge of amusement and banter in your voice, but bokuto just stares at you in horror, until he refutes with, "you could get really hurt, (y/n) and we don't want that." his parenting instincts kick-in as he explains to you the potential danger and gravity of the situation. as he does so, he guides you to the foyer, where there is a rack of shoes, and he picks up a thick pair of boots on the top shelf, "i bought these ice shoes online. they are supposed to stop you from slipping on the ice."

you nod, about to open your mouth to say 'thank you', but you catch yourself just in time, as — instead of handing them to you, like you expected — bokuto hastily straps the shoes on himself. shocked by this decision, you stagger, "oh, so are you going to walk out to my car and drive it closer?"

you stumble out the first possible idea that comes to your mind, even though it wasn't especially well thought-out. bokuto scoffs as he continues to properly fasten the ice boots, "if i did that, your car would slip and slide all over the place, no?" he asks, and though it may have sounded like a rheatorical question, bokuto was genuinely asking if he corrected predicted the outcome of that situation, which he did.

you furrow your brows, perplexed as to what course of action he planned on taking, so you finally ask, "how am i going to make it to my car if you are the one wearing the non-slip boots? shouldn't i put them on?"

he shakes his head, standing up straight and stomping each foot to ensure that he equipped the boots thoroughly, and he smiles as they remain secured to his feet. "i'll carry you!" he states merrily, like it was no big deal.

meanwhile, all the air was knocked out of your lungs at the mere thought of him carrying you. he must've quickly noticed you becoming light-headed and dissociating, as he inquires, "uh, (y/n), are you okay?"

you gulp down the lump in your throat , and it leaves a harsh sting of anxiety in its wake. "i'm fine, it's just i th—"

"okay, cool. let's go!" bokuto cheers before you are able to finish your statement, and in one swift movement, he scoops you up in his arms and effortless thrusts you straight over his shoulder, so your legs are dangling by his front and your upper body was against his back.

however, not only was this position causing all the blood to rush to your head, but also you were bend over while in a skirt which you could feel had rode up slightly, while bokuto's arm securely wrapped over your thigh, preventing you from pulling it down. so, before bokuto could possibly step outside and accidently expose you to his neighbours, you roughly squirmed in his grasp and protested, "bokuto! skirt!"

that was all you were able to manage while vigoursly wrestling out of his grasp, but thankfully that was enough to convey the message to bokuto, and he swiftly changed your orientation, so one of his arms was now hooked under your shoulders and the other beneath your knees — carrying you bridal style. he flashed you an awkward smile, and croaked, "my bad!"

"it's fine.." you mutter, subtly adjusting your skirt to protect your modesty.

"ready to go?" he asks, giving your shoulders a slight squeeze for emphasis.

"i guess so."

he nods. even with you in his arms, he is still able to extend his arms forward and pull the door open, and shut it behind him. then, slowly but surely, he begins to make his way down to your car. slowly but surely, one step at a time, making sure every movement is precise and calculated, without any rush.

your heart was beating a hole in your chest. you still couldn't fully process the fact you were being carried like a princess to your car by the dad of the kids you tutor. truthfully, you've always had quite a thing for the older bachelor, and you suspected he had similar feelings towards you, but considering the age difference, you always assumed that your relationship would never exceed mild flirtatious comment and chatter.

yet here you were; tucked safely in his strong arms as he carries you like a precious, weightless artifact down his driveway.

bokuto must've misread the excitment on your face for fear, as he chuckles, "you look so scared, (y/n). think i'm gonna trip or something?" he gazes down at you with his cheerful, honey eyes. when you reciprocate his comment with only a terrified look, he continues, "don't be. i won't let anything bad happen to you." and what made you're heart melt for him is that you could tell he was being sincere; with every slow, laboured movement, and the way his eyes were glued to the path in front him, you could tell he was diligently trying to keep you safe.

you still didn't respond, and the journey wasn't getting any quicker, so he attempts to make casual conversation, "this reminds me of my second wedding."

"second?" you ask in shock, under the impression he had only been married once.

"yeah, second wedding." he muses, recollecting of the events of the night, "she wanted me to carry her down the aisle to the carriage that was going to take us to the hotel, but we got married in the alps on a very snowy day, so that took a while."

"oh." you hum, entertained by his story but discontented that he didn't mention anything about the fact he had been married a second time, "did you book your wedding on a snowy day on purpose?"

"no, but it was fun anyway."

"that's good." you mumble, and since it was your turn to make idle coversation, you ask, "do think you'll have your third wedding while it's snowing too?"

he furrows his brows together in concentration, and recollects, "hm, no. my third wedding was on the beach."

was?! surely you must've misheard him, or maybe he just mispoke. there was no way he had been married three times. you wrack your brain for a way to ask for clairfication without seeming too overt or nosey, eventually staggering out, "so, where will your fourth wedding be?"

he blinks, then responds, "i don't know. but i know it will be my last one, and i'll have the most beautiful bride." his eyes momentarily avert from the icey pavement in front of him, only so he can meet your longing gaze. the moment is fleeting, before he returns to carefully trudging over the ice, but it fills you with an immense warm and comfort. something about resting in bokuto's arms and him looking at you with such a sweet glint in his eye was so wholesome, and it made you want to stay in this exact position forever.

therefore, you were almost disappointed when he finally reached the car, "we're here." he states gleefully, shooting you a playful wink as he says, "told you i'd get you here safe and sound, didn't i?" then, with great care, he slowly lowers your legs to the ground and gently places you down, keep a hold of your waist in case you fall over while finding your balance.

your hand finds it way to his bicep as you stable yourself, and you say, "thank you so much; you really didn't have to do all that for me."

"of course i did. i wasn't going to let you get hurt in my driveway." he shakes his head definitively, "it's not like it was hard, anyway. i might start carrying you into the house as well. would ya like that?"

he teases, and he can tell your answer from the way you tense up in hands.

[plaidpajamallama]

You Revived Me Rhea Ripley X Jey uso

Chapter 7 Must be luck

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It’s been three weeks since she and Jey made up, and things have been good.

She started going to therapy last week, trying to get a feel for it, testing the waters.

Her therapist was a nice woman. She wasn’t comfortable spilling her guts to her yet, and she said that was completely fine. It was only her first session.

She tucked her feet under her in the passenger seat of the rental they got for this weekend. 

Jey had one hand on the wheel and the other resting on her knee. 

She was excited about this weekend; it was her first money in the bank, and tonight she was in a triple tag match with Alexa and Stephanie against Roxanne Guila and Naomi, which would be fun. 

She and Naomi already agreed that whatever happens in Money in the Bank is with love, and they won’t let it affect their relationship. 

Her therapist said that was good she was already making some progress. Some months ago she wouldn’t have done that, but now? She didn’t know if it should’ve made her as happy as it did, but she was happy for herself; that’s what this was for—to help her. 

She was also excited because they both were on SmackDown tonight for the go-home show, so she got to see Damian. 

She was happy he was doing other things, but she missed her terror twin even if she was with him a couple of weeks ago. 

Jey caught her looking at him out the corner of his eye, his hand gripping her knee. 

You good, Mama? He glanced at her before looking back at the road. 

Yeah, she reached a hand into his hair. I still can’t believe you cut your hair; it was so pretty. 

He chuckled. You don’t like it like this? You can see my tattoo more. 

Mmm, I mean, I like it, but I liked running my fingers through your hair, she playfully pouted. That made him smile. 

Are you excited for today? 

Yeah, I’m just excited to see Priest and a little nervous for tomorrow. I’ve never done anything like this before. 

You're going to do great tomorrow, Mama. Money in the Bank is fun. Your masochist ass will love it, he laughed, causing her to hit him in the shoulder. 

I’m not a fucking masochist.

Mmm? He tilted his head silently, teasingly, at 

She scoffed, “I’m not.”

Ok, if that’s how you feel, Mama, then sure, you’re not, he said, pulling into the parking lot. 

She shook her head with a smile at him as he grinned, parking the car. 

They hopped out of the car, leaving Jey to grab their bags as she spotted Damian parked not too far from them. 

She ran towards him as he stood at his trunk, grabbing his bags out. 

She almost tackled him to the ground with the force she ran at him. Luckily, Damian was used to this by now, knowing to plant his feet. 

I missed you! She screams with excitement, giving him the biggest hug. 

Damian laughed. I missed you too, Rips. 

He broke the hug but kept an arm draped over her shoulder as they started to walk, and Rhea immediately started gushing about tomorrow. 

Wait until you see my gear; it’s going to eat. Well, I mean it always does, but tomorrow it’s bloody stunning; you're going to love it. Is this a new shirt? She said, noticing he had on one of his shirts she hadn’t seen yet, “I don’t have this one.”

Yeah, it’s new. It’s from Hot Topic. I’ll get you one. 

Good I’m going to support my terror twin if I can’t be here with you. 

He squished her close to him. I’ll be there tomorrow to watch you. 

She smiled and said thank you, looking back behind them to see Jey rolling her suitcase behind him and his duffel on his shoulder, following them inside. 

The LA heat was killing all of them. 

That walked inside, Damian holding the door open for Jey. 

"Thanks, uce. I feel like I haven’t seen you in a minute," he said, dapping him up. 

Not since Tampa, but that was work. 

Well, we’re hanging out before we have to leave for Raw. I booked us late flights, she said, the smile on her face growing bigger as she pulled her phone out of her pocket. 

Damian and Jey exchange a glance as she begins to walk down the hallway they were in, grabbing her suitcase for Jey.

I’m going to go, Naomi. I’ll be back. 

Alright, Mama. Jey said, looking back at Damian. She’s really chill about being here, if you couldn’t tell, he joked. 

Completely chill Damian snickered as they began to start walking down the hallway. 

How have you been doing? 

He groaned, running his hand down his face. Life as a champion, right? People want what you have. I like the chaos, though. 

Damian nodded his head. It's only been a month since you won, and you're already a good champion. I can't imagine how you'll be come SummerSlam. 

If I have it that long, who knows what tomorrow will bring? He let out a forced laugh, trying to find the humor in it like he always did. Right now I'm focused on that asshole and Cena. 

You can take an old man and a YouTuber. 

"I fucking hope so," he said, going towards where Cody told him to meet him while Damian walked in the other direction. 

He loved the chaos; he worked best in it. It made him a better wrestler, but this? This was a new chaos that weighed on him, and he was slowly struggling to lift it. 

He couldn’t lose this soon; he wouldn’t be able to look himself in the eye. He didn’t go through everything he did just to lose now, especially now. 

———-

Rhea was sitting on a crate still in her gear from her match. 

The easy match was out of the way; now it was just tomorrow she had to make it through. 

She had never been in a ladder match before; she didn’t really know what to expect. 

Jey said they hurt and they were hard, but if she could win the rumble at number one, she could win her first-ever ladder match. 

Her feet swung as she held onto the edge of the crate. 

Damian came walking down the hallway and sat next to her on the crate. 

Are you ready for tomorrow? 

Yeah, I’m ready. You got any advice? Is there anything I should know beforehand? She asked, turning her head to look over at him. 

He thought for a moment it was so long ago he had to think about it. 

Make sure you grab the tall ladder; you don’t want to grab the short one and then not be able to reach it, and everything hurts one hundred times more on a ladder. Use that to your advantage, but also be careful.

Since you are who you are, they're going to team up on you, playing the numbers game. 

She was nodding her head the whole time, taking in every word he said. Ok, ok, ok, I got it. 

Matches like these are brutal. Rhea I know how you are, but be careful. 

I can’t be getting injured again. got things to win. She pointed at the monitor not too far from them that had the King and Queen of the Ring tournament on the screen that would get you a championship match at SummerSlam. 

She had never been a queen before; maybe she should try? 

As they sat there, they heard the crowd erupting. 

Well, I guess it’s main event time, huh? Damian leaned back against the wall. "Sounds like it."

It didn’t take long for the crowd to erupt again. the area slightly rumbling around them 

My man’s shaking the arena. She said, proudly joining him against the wall, 

Every time, and it’s only been a month. 

Mm-hmm, he’s the It boy, she stated, making them both laugh. 

It boy, huh? Damian laughed. "So, you're the It girl?"

I've been the it girl. You heard the crowd tonight, and this isn’t even my show. 

It’s all your show; they love you anywhere. 

That’s true, I’m beloved by all. She dramatically flipped her hair. 

Laughter filled the hallway as they watched Jey’s entrance on the monitor.

Jey and Cody leaned on each other as they walked out of Gorilla.

Cody, trying to calm him down, just felt the anger radiating from him. 

Tomorrow we'll handle it; we'll get them tomorrow night. 

He mumbled under his breath, not really hearing him.

This was the second time this week he got his ass handed to him, and this was the fifth time he got bitch-slapped by a bitch. 

He was angry; his body hurt every inch of it, and he still had a match to do tomorrow. 

That asshole wore his fucking championship. The image flashed through his mind. 

He didn’t just hold it; he put it around his waist like it was already his. 

He heard Cody’s voice, but he did not hear a single word he said. 

They made their way to the medic room, where they both were immediately taken care of, making sure they both weren’t injured. 

After a while they were told they were still good to be competent tomorrow, just to be careful. 

As soon as they were told they could go, Jey hopped off the bed and started heading back to the locker room, seeing Rhea and Damian sitting on a crate that she immediately hopped off when she saw him. 

You okay, baby? She asked with concern, carefully putting her hand on his shoulder. 

Yeah, yeah, I got checked out already; no worse than I already was, all clear for tomorrow. 

Good, are you okay? She asked, looking up at him, searching his eyes for what lay within them. 

He sighed heavily, running his hand down his face, his mouth twitching. 

She caught a glimpse of anger in his eyes as he sighed; she could hear the frustration in it. 

Can we go back to the hotel? 

Yeah, she rubbed her hand up and down his arm. Yeah, go get your stuff, and I’ll meet you outside. 

"Alright, see you in a minute." He walked away slowly, leaving her and Damian alone again. 

She turned back again to Damian, who was trying to act like he wasn’t listening to them. 

Hey, I’m sorry. I know I said we would do something, but Jey’s hurt, and I just— 

It’s fine. Rhea He cut her off. You don’t have to apologize; I get it. He jumped off of the crate. 

Make sure he’s okay. Let me know if you want to get breakfast or something in the morning. He pulled her into a half hug. 

Thank you for understanding. She wrapped her arms around his torso. 

No problem, I’ll see you tomorrow. 

She let go, standing in front of him. Love you. 

"Love you too," he said, ruffling her hair. 

She gave him one more quick hug before walking away. 

Their hotel suite door opened, and the light from the hallway made a path of light along the carpet, darkening and covering the rest of the room. 

The car ride back was quiet; she drove, making Jey sit back. 

Jey was like any man; he didn’t like to be seen as weak, he didn’t like to be in pain, and he didn’t like to—in his eyes—make her drive when he could, but then he would be in more pain, so she drove. She didn’t mind. 

She walked in, feeling around for a light switch, and once finding one, flipped it to light up the living room. 

Jey tossed his duffel to the ground with a huff, it making a thud as his championship inside hit the ground. 

Jey? She turned to him. Jey, halfway through the doorway to the bedroom, stopped at the sound of him naming his shoulder slumped. 

Are you really okay? And not just physically but mentally, she said gently, inviting him to talk to her.

“I’m—” He pinched the bridge of his nose. I don’t know what I am. I’m tired and hurt and pissed off because that asshole had the audacity to put on my championship. He slapped his chest, emphasizing his words. 

That I worked my ass off for, like it means nothing. He snapped, letting out all the frustration and anger he’s been holding onto from these past weeks. 

I’m angry because I keep getting my ass beat every week, getting tsunamized, speared, and stomped. He exhaled through his nose and ran a hand over his mouth down his beard. 

Rhea had her arms crossed over her chest, patiently listening and watching him start pacing back and forth in front of the door. 

I’m sick and tired of being told that my friends aren’t my friends, that I’m not good enough to be a champion on my own, that—that I can’t do this like Gunther keeps saying, right?

“I’m not champion material,” he mocked the ring general’s accent, “your friends aren’t really your friends.” 

He scoffed, shaking his head. Everybody's talking about coming Monday. I’m done for either by Gunther or via Seth’s cashing in on me. He laughed, but there was no humor in it. 

Jey did that a lot. It wasn't new to her, but this time it felt different, and it reminded her of someone.

She studied him the way he held himself, his shoulders tight, his fingers flexing against his sweats, his brows furrowed and mouth twitching like it always did, but there was still something about him that she couldn’t put her finger on. 

He was working himself up more and more as he continued not thinking before he spoke, just letting it pour out of his mouth. 

I know Punk isn’t always going to be there, and that’s fine, but Sami? He stopped in his tracks, looking at her. 

He’s my uce, my dawg; hell, he’s my brother. Shit ain’t gonna change just because I’m champ. He talked with his hands. 

"I-I," he took a breath trying to calm down so he could get his words out. 

I can handle myself. I didn’t ask for help. I have never asked for help. Do you know me to ask for help? He looked at her. 

She shook her head, mm-mm. 

Exactly, I've been winning shit on my own for years, but now I can't. He shrugged his shoulders and snickered again. 

It was ridiculous he was tired of always having a “when” added to his name. 

When was he going to lose? When were his friends going to turn on him? When was someone going to cash in on him? When was his title reign going to finally be over, when he was just getting started? 

He shook his head, grabbing onto the side of the doorframe, swinging his body inside it, and disappearing into the room. 

She could still hear him mumbling as he walked away. 

He needed to rant to get everything off his chest that he wasn’t ever able to. 

Now that it was over, she finally realized what it was that she was thinking of. 

Those pieces of “Crash Out Jey Uso” were slipping out. 

She had noticed that those pieces of him had been slipping a lot recently. 

In the way he dressed, talked, and acted, like tonight when Jimmy was just checking up on him and he snapped, 

The stress was getting to him, and his mask was starting to crack. 

————

Saturday, the day of Money in the Bank

Rhea was in the hallway waiting for their match. 

Her stomach was in a knot; her anxiety was through the roof. 

She shook her body out, trying to shake it out with it. 

Jey was leaning on the wall in front of her, copying her movements, trying to make her feel less anxious. 

You got this, Mama. You're going to go out there and kill it. You're going to go out there and climb that ladder and grab the briefcase.

She exhaled through her mouth, shaking her head back and letting her hair fall behind her shoulders. 

I’m so bloody nervous. 

I know, but you got this. You're going to kill it just like you're killing this gear, damn. 

She giggled, getting flustered. You've seen it before. 

On TV, not on you, Mama, that's different. I mean, shit, look at you; you look stunning. 

She watched his eyes drift over her body, having no shame in eyeing up his girlfriend. 

Gorgeous even, but that isn’t a new statement, Mama. 

She felt her face get warmer from his comments; he never failed to make her blush. 

He leaned off the wall, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards him, making her meet him eye to eye. 

You're going to do great out there, Mama. 

I haven’t been this nervous for a match in a while, she laughed nervously, moving her hand in his to hold it. 

I know, but you've got this. What do you always tell me? 

She rolled her eyes, seeing that shit-eating grin on his face. 

"If you act like you're going to lose, then you will," she repeated her phrase back to him with a mocking tone. 

And it’s right, so shake it all off and give me a kiss before you miss your cue. 

Ok, ok, she gave him a peck on the lips, not wanting to mess up her lipstick. I’ll see you after. I love you. 

Love you too, Mama. Now go kill it like you always do. 

She smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek, leaving a black lipstick mark on his face before she walked away, heading towards Gorilla. 

Her stomach turned with anxiety; it always seemed to get worse before a match. She felt like she could throw up all the breakfast she and Damian ate this morning.

Her fingers fluttered against her thighs, picking at her fishnets as she continued walking, her big boots clicking against the ground. 

She reminded herself that it wasn’t the end if she lost; there were other ways to get where she wanted, and this wouldn’t be the end. If she lost, it would just be a block in the road. 

She stood in front of the big black curtain. In front, she took a deep breath, shaking her body out one last time before walking through the curtain. 

Jey, Jimmy, and Cody were all sitting in Jey's locker room watching the show. 

As all ladder matches go, it had them all on the edge of their seats watching intensely. 

The only moment when they calmed down was when Stephanie put Rhea in the Devil's Kiss, and Jey, without thinking, loudly blurted out, “Damn,” making the other two men burst out laughing, and Jey quickly tried to take it back, but it was too late; they were never going to let him forget that. 

But the show went on, and by the end they were all on their feet. Jimmy clutching to Jey’s shirt just because he owed him money 

And then she did.

Naomi unhooked the briefcase, holding it high above her head; the arena erupted, and they were erupting with it. 

Jimmy got misty-eyed as he heard the pop she got, seeing the look on her face sitting on top of the ladder as the new Miss Money in the Bank. 

Aye aye, uce, he put an arm around his brother, comforting him for a moment before he pushed him off of him, walking out of the room. He and Cody assumed the gorilla to meet his wife. 

Jey plopped back down in his chair, a proud smile on his face. His little sister had been trying to win that damn briefcase for 5 years, and she finally did it. He was damn proud of her. 

Rhea walked into Gorilla with a small limp. Her whole body hurt, even parts of her body she didn’t know could hurt. 

She saw Jimmy waiting there for Naomi. 

Hey, mate, she said, give him a hug. 

Hey, are you alright? He said, looking a little concerned, but couldn’t hide the smile on his face. 

Yeah, I’m fine. She did good. 

"Hell yeah, she did," he said instantly before he realized it. Oh, my bad. 

"You're fine, mate," she assured him. She deserves it the most out of any of us. 

Well I can’t argue with that now, you did good out there too he talked with his hands 

"Thanks," she put a hand on his shoulder. Well, I’m going to go make sure I’m actually ok and find Jey. Come find us after, she said, patting him on the shoulder before she walked away. 

It didn’t take long for her to find Jey; he was still in his locker room with Cody when she walked in. They were going over their game plan. 

Ok, and then if he does, they were—Oh, hey, Rhea! Cody stopped mid-sentence. 

Hi, Cody. She waved, leaning against the doorframe. 

Jey looked up, smiling, seeing her. 

Hey, Mama, come here. 

Oh, I don’t want to interrupt you guys’ planning. My stuff is in here, so 

You're not interrupting. Come here. He gestured for her to come in, but she didn’t move from the doorframe. 

You need to figure out your game plan, and I’m not going to be a distraction. 

He sucked his teeth. You're not a distraction. 

Mmm, I disagree. Once you figure out your game plan, come find me, but until you do that, you're stuck with your boyfriend. 

Cody snickered at that while Jey just looked at her, running his tongue across his front teeth, trying not to smile as she walked out of the room, letting the door shut again behind her. 

Jey sank down in his chair, his legs spread apart widely, taking a breath, still feeling that spark of pain from his ribs in his side, licking up his chest. 

He groaned softly, adjusting the way he sat, hoping that would help; it didn’t. 

Cody looked over. You good?

Yeah, uce. I’m fine. His ribs were just bruised; they had been since Monday, He took it easy in between then and Friday, but getting jumped didn’t help; they only hurt more, and he was only going to mess them up more tonight, but that was just how it was. 

Are you going to tape them up? Cody asked, generally worried about it. 

Nah, they know I’m hurting. I’m hiding it as long as I can, uce. 

And when we go out there, then what are we going to do?

Fight like hell and hope I don’t break them, he chuckled, only making them hurt more. 

———-

An hour or two had passed before Rhea walked back to Jey’s locker room. 

She knocked on the door, hearing him say, "Come in," before she opened it. 

Jimmy was sitting on the couch along the farthest wall while Naomi was standing in front of Jey, showing him her new briefcase in the same spot he was in when she left him. 

They caught each other's gazes when she walked into the room. 

They are both squealing very loudly, rushing towards each other, meeting in the middle in a tight, warm embrace. 

I’m so happy for you, she said into Naomi’s shoulder as their hug got tighter. You did amazing. 

You did amazing too. 

The room fell into silence as the twins watched these two women share a moment together. 

After what felt like forever, in reality it was only a minute before they pulled back from each other, both of them a little misty-eyed. 

You did great, Rhea. They were beating your ass. I mean, just like, damn, but you did well for your first 

You! You were beating my ass. She laughed, remembering her 

It was a free-for-all. You told me not to give you special treatment. Naomi said her words full of laughter. 

You didn’t have to slam my head into a ladder. 

I had to do what I had to do to win. Naomi shrugged. 

I respect that, but remind me never to get on your bad side because that bloody hurt!

Naomi giggled, grabbing her briefcase. Just proceed with caution and we'll be fine, she plodded down on the couch next to Jimmy. 

She chuckled, sitting down on Jey’s armrest. 

Aye, you aren’t going to have to worry about us; we’re going to proceed with caution. Jimmy nodded, putting his hands up.

Yeah, we don’t want that smoke. Jey agreed. 

The TV on the wall was playing Dom and Octagon Jr.'s match, the last match before the men’s Money in the Bank match, and then it was go time. 

Jey sat back in his seat with a short breath, that spark of pain going through his chest again, which they all noticed, looking towards him with worry. 

I’m fine! He snapped, raising his voice just a little louder than the TV in the room. 

You're not fucking fine. "Your ribs are bruised, and we’re worried about you," Jimmy said, giving Jey the same exact energy back he gave them all. 

Before Jey could respond, turning this into what would quickly become a fight with how Jey was already on one and Jimmy could quickly get on one, Naomi stepped in, telling them both to calm down, which the twins both huffed at. 

Whatever, uce. Jimmy said, sucking his teeth, 

Jey rubbed his mouth, looking straight at his twin like he was considering doing something he definitely shouldn’t do. 

Jimmy was staring right back at him almost like they would continue to argue, just not out loud. 

She and Naomi locked eyes, both a little worried about what was going to happen. 

She had even seen them fight from beside when Jimmy came back, but from what everyone told her, they got bad, and she was not trying to see what one was like tonight. 

Like Naomi could read her mind, she told Jimmy that she needed his help with something really quick and grabbed his arm. 

Alright, we see y’all. He looked at the TV. I don’t know, hopefully before your match, uce, he said, still with hostilities in his voice, but he was trying. 

Alright, Jey’s words were short. 

Rhea moved off of the chair, walking Jimmy and Naomi out. 

Naomi told Jim to go on ahead of her; she’ll only be a second. 

Rhea and Naomi stood outside of the room, the door partially shut behind her.

What the fuck was up with that? She asked, hoping Naomi had an answer, but she looked just as dumbfounded as her. 

I don’t know; it could just be stress, but then again, they never needed a real response to fight. 

"You think—" she looked back, shuttling the door all the way, stepping out into the hallway with Naomi. You think it’s just because of stress? 

Didn’t you say that Jey was starting to fall back into old habits? Stress was always a trigger for that, and it definitely doesn’t help with everything going on, so he’s always on edge, and Jim just pushes those buttons. 

Rhea nodded her head in agreement. I can’t wait for this weekend to be over. 

Me either. It’s been a long week but a good one. 

Most definitely when this is all done, we’re celebrating your bloody win, okay? she said, hugging her. 

We're going to get brunch and drink mimosas. Naomi said, hugging her back. 

Amazing, can’t wait. 

Naomi gave her a big smile as she walked away, following after Jimmy. 

She turned around, opening the door. 

She could feel the energy in the room shift once more. 

Jey was still sitting in the chair she left him with his head in his hands. 

She twisted the doorknob when she shut it so it was quiet. 

She could hear his voice in her own head rambling. 

It didn’t help that he was currently injured and could only get more tonight. 

She walked over in front of Jey. 

He didn’t look up at her; he stayed how he was, head buried in his hands, slightly hunched over in his seat. 

The top of his head pressed into her abdomen as she got closer to him, her hands reaching up into his hair, her nails scratching against his scalp. 

You’re going to win, baby, she started gently, injured or not, and you have Cody; you’re not on your own; you’re never on your own. 

She slid her finger and its nail down along the nape of his neck, sending a shiver down to the base of his spine. 

She was softly spoken. You know that, don’t you? 

He didn’t say anything, but his body language did as he sank down into her. 

Touch for Jey was a thing he liked from everybody; it was just how he was with his friends, but with Rhea’s, it kicked out all the doubt in his mind in that moment, replacing it with the overwhelming thought of her touch as she continued to drag her fingers down his neck over the top of his spine. 

You win tonight, and you win on Monday, and if someone tries to cash in on you, then you handle it if it happens, but don’t stress yourself out over something that might not happen, my love. 

His hands fell down from his face, grabbing the back of her thighs, feeling her warm skin underneath her fishnets. 

She whispered his name, bringing her hands back up into the hair. 

…..yes? 

She didn’t expect him to respond to her, but she wasn’t going to waste it.

I believe in you; I always do and I always will, my love, win or lose. She lightly grabbed his hair, pulling his head up with little to no resistance so his gaze could meet hers. 

He stared up at her with his big brown eyes, his hand still on her thighs, his fingers plucking at her tights, letting them snap back against her skin. 

The men’s Money in the Bank match is about to start. 

He barely nodded his head, saying a mumbling "Alright." 

She leaned down, placing a kiss on his lips; his hands gripped the back of her thighs. 

"You need to put your gear on, baby," she reminded him softly, speaking. 

"Alright," he inhaled deeply. It’s almost go time. 

Mm-hmm, now come on, I still need to change too. Maybe I’ll let you help me. She smirked, pulling away from him but not going far as Jey followed after her. 

————-

Ahhhg!

Jey yelled out in pain, lying on one of the firm beds in the medical room. 

His ribs hurt worse than before, breathing was harder, the pain was worse, and he couldn’t move as much as before. 

The game plan was for Jey to pin Logan, but after they went through the announcers' table, that wasn’t happening; he couldn’t get up, at least not on his own; he couldn’t even breathe. 

With each breath he took, a wave of pain went through his body; his shoulder hit the ground hard enough that it hurt to lift it high above his head. 

Jeff, their on-location physician, was trying to get Jey to stay still so he could check on him, but he writhed in pain. 

Rhea was standing outside the room; she couldn’t bring herself to walk into that room. You couldn’t pay her to. 

She knew they all did as soon as they watched Logan’s frog splash put Jey through the table; they knew he wasn’t okay. 

He hit it wrong. 

After the cameras cut the show ending, she went to meet Jey, but once she heard him yelling in pain, she couldn’t do it; her feet stopped moving, and her heart hurt hearing him in such pain. 

"No, I can’t," Jey said through clenched teeth, shaking his head back and forth. 

I need to check your mobility. Jey I need you to lift your arm above your head. 

Nah, nah. 

Jey, I have to. I know it hurts, but I have to, and if you work with me, it’s easier and it’s over faster. Jeff’s voice staying calm and steady 

Fuck, man! He slammed his head back. 

You can do it. If you get it high enough on the first try, then you’re good. You’re only going to do it once, so come on, just give me one. Jiff was being supportive, but Jey didn’t care; he couldn’t focus on anything else besides the pain. 

Jey, if you don’t do it yourself, then I have to make you, and that’s not fun for either of us, so I need you to try. 

Fine, fine, uce. He tried to take a deep breath in but couldn’t get enough air in his lungs. 

Just breathe, alright? We’ll push for just once, but if I get the sense it’s too much for you, I’m stopping, alright?

He always pushed himself, and Jeff did too, like he wanted him to. 

He nodded his head, bracing himself as Jeff placed his hands on his arm. Fucking shit 

He took one last deep breath before all his muscles tensed up, starting to yell out in pain again. 

10 minutes later 

Rhea walked into the room after hearing mumbling. 

Jey saw her and reached a hand out to her, pulling her to him. 

She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. 

"You scared the shit out of me," she whispered into his ear. 

His good arm snaked around her waist. I know it scared me too, baby girl. 

Are you okay? 

Yeah, yeah, I’m okay. 

She let out a sigh of relief. Thank God, I was so worried. 

He rubbed his hand up and down her back. 

She pulled back, brushing her hair behind her ear, blinking the tears in her eyes away. 

Jeff was standing at his desk writing something down before saying, "Here," handing her a pill bottle. 

I know you guys have things to do, so I’ll let you go, but Jey, on Monday, come see me. 

Alright, will do. I've got a post-show to do, so he started to get up slowly. 

She helped him up, putting his good arm around her shoulders before they walked out back to their locker room. 

She sat him down on the small couch, sitting next to him. 

He knew what she was asking for without even saying it. 

My rips are worse than before; it's harder to breathe now. He continues looking at the floor between his feet. 

My shoulder is jacked up too, not broken, but I hit it real hard on the ground, so I can’t lift it too high. 

Ok, when you’re done, we’ll get some food so you can stop hurting, baby. 

Mm-hmm, he stood up, tossing his vest to the ground as he slipped out of his forces. 

She could see the yellow-purple bruise on his right side that was hard to see unless you knew where to look. 

His face scrunched up in pain as he went to bend over, taking his gear off, but stopped halfway through. 

Rhea popped up off the couch, moving towards him. He pushed his hands away, replacing them with hers. 

He sighed, running his hand down his mouth. I hate being injured so much.

She motioned for him to step out of his gear. 

Makes me feel useless. 

She stood back up, tossing his pants with his vest. 

You’re not useless; you can’t get better if you’re causing yourself more harm, baby. 

She moved past him, grabbing him a pair of sweats and a shirt. 

She kneeled back down in front of him. 

Damn 

What? She giggled a little, thinking he was just being dirty. 

I’m really lucky; I’ve never had someone take care of me like you do. 

Her breath got caught in her throat, not expecting those to be the words that left his mouth. 

She cleared her throat, rising back up and pulling his pants up with her. 

You always know how to take a girl’s breath away, huh? She lightly teased, letting the band snap back against his waist. 

He huffed a laugh as she put his head through the hole of his shirt and then threaded his arm through his shirt. 

Umm, she took a step back, looking at him. You look fine, right? 

He turned around, looking at the mirror in the corner, his shirt covering half his chest a little more when he stretched it out. 

It’s going to have to. I’m not putting my other arm in. 

Just keep your title on the other side to help cover it a little bit, she said, grabbing it off the couch and carefully resting it on his bad shoulder. 

Jey glanced at the clock, seeing it was almost their turn. 

Aw, shit, Mama, I'm going to go.

Ok, I’ll pack up the rest of our stuff so we can leave when you’re done. 

Thank you. He leaned in, kissing her. It shouldn’t take me too long. 

Ok, I’ll be here thinking about what we’re getting to eat. 

"Aye, don’t limit it; we both deserve a cheat meal with the day we had," he said, walking out the door. 

————

Monday Night Raw 

The door opened to their dark, quiet hotel room.

Jey hasn’t said anything the whole ride back; the last thing he said was that he wanted to leave. 

Since then he’s been quiet, uncharacteristically so. 

Jey was never really quiet; even when he was mad at her, he wasn’t quiet—he always made some type of noise. 

But for the past hour he hasn’t said a word. 

They walked in, flipping on the lights, allowing them to see the room around them. 

Jey tossed his duffel on the ground that lacked the weight it normally had because he lost it. 

That weight on his shoulders was gone, and he missed it. 

Everyone told him he should wait until he was stronger and healthier.

But he couldn’t do that; he couldn’t just take time off. He was the champ. Everyone fought while injured; he wasn’t special. If they could, he could. That was his mentality going in. Now he was wishing he had listened. 

He sat down on the edge of the bed, his forearms resting on his knees, falling between his legs. 

Rhea didn’t say anything; she just let him be for a moment. Even Jey, as clingy as he got sometimes, wanted space.

She walked into the bathroom, flipping the switch on the soft sound of the air vent coming on as well. 

She pulled back the shower curtain, turning the knob all the way, and the water started to shoot out of the head.

She stripped off her clothes, letting them fall around her feet before stepping into the shower. 

The hot water hit the front of her body, already starting to wash away her sweat. 

She also had a match tonight, a Queen of the Ring qualifier.

She didn’t win. She was so bloody close, but then Raquel came out and stopped her from pinning Liv, but it didn’t do much anyway since Roxanne pinned Kairi to win. 

Her body still ached from Saturday and a little from tonight, but it was a good ache. 

It meant she was wrestling, which meant she was working hard, hard to get back to the top where she wanted to be. 

She was starting to learn that if she wanted something, she had to work for it, not just push and bully her way through.

She turned around, leaning her head back, closing her eyes, and letting the stream of water flow through her hair. 

She reached her hands up into her hair, allowing her hair to become fully saturated. 

Through the sound of the water rushing, she heard the door quietly open. 

She didn’t say anything; he was in his head still overthinking everything that happened tonight. 

She heard a faint thump on the other side of the curtain before she felt a breeze of cold air, then the feeling of body heat entered her space. 

She lifted her head up, opening her eyes, seeing Jey standing in front of her, his chest all blotchy and red, his sides still bruised. He avoided eye contact, looking down at the bottom of the tub. 

You did good, baby, really good. Even if you lost, you did so so good.

She pulled him closer to herself into the water stream, allowing it to run down his body as well. His hands traveled to her waist, resting on her hips.

I’m so proud of you even if you’re not a champion anymore. She reached up, caressing his cheek. 

She saw him fighting the instinct to look at her, his eyes flickering to hers for only a split second. 

Hey, look at me. The second the words left her mouth, they shifted to look at her. They were big and glossy. 

You did so good tonight, baby; that was one of your best, and you did it all hurt, baby, she said tenderly, looking up at him. 

His Adam’s apple bobbed a little as he swallowed hard, a burning feeling deep down in his throat. 

Guess it was just luck his voice went just above a whisper, cracking his eyes, filling them up with tears that threatened to slip over past 

She felt a twinge in her chest at his words. She hated that he didn’t think he was good enough because he was good enough. It wasn’t just dumb luck.

I don’t know what made me think I could beat him again. He warned me this would happen, and I didn’t listen to him. I never listen. His voice cracked again, his eyes now burning, waiting to let the tears fall, but he wasn’t letting them. 

She put both of her hands on his face, cupping his cheeks. Jey, she moved closer to him, her body pressed flush. 

against his It wasn’t just bloody luck; you made him tap out. Only one other person has done that, Jey; you did that.

Maybe he was right. Maybe I’m not cut out for this. Maybe Roman was right; I can’t be a champion. 

His voice broke as finally the tears started to roll down his face, catching them with her fingers. 

Her heart broke. Hearing him say things like that, she knew Jey could do anything he set his mind to. He was capable of so much. It was the fact that everyone for so long told him he wasn’t good enough and would never be good enough no matter how much he tried. 

That’s what stuck in his head. 

She wiped his tears as much as she could before he buried his head in her chest.

She petted the top of his head, feeling the tears on her chest get washed away a few seconds after they fell. 

She let him cry it out, cry out the loss and everything that came before. 

She kissed the back of his head; his hands gripped her waist tighter as his body jerked forwards as he broke out into a sob. 

She shushed him, rubbed his back, comforting him. She didn’t say anything; there wasn’t anything she could say. She just held him, continuing to rub his back. 

She didn’t know how much time had passed before Jey seemed to start calming down, his breath getting back in his lungs, his tears falling less and less. 

Before he pulled his head up out of her chest, looking at her

His brown eyes were still filled with tears, his mouth slightly parted open. 

My love She reached her hand to his face, wiping the last remaining tears from his cheek. 

"Rhea," he uttered her name as a whisper as he pulled her closer to himself. 

What do you want? What do you need? 

She understands what this was, and as long as he told her, she would give that to him. 

He was hurt and felt lesser than from tonight’s loss. He was too far in his head; he just needed another way to get out of it, another way to know he was still good enough in her eyes. 

Those were the ones he cared about the most. 

She repeated herself. What do you need? 

You, I need you.

You have me. She placed her hands on his chest as she leaned up, capturing his lips in a kiss. 

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Is it really a new chapter if I don’t post in the middle of the night/early morning

[hedarose]

.....more Jackie and Shauna with baby? Maybe The baby is starting to crawl?

How’d you know I needed some inspo to write 🫣

Jackie x Shauna

Milestones

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“Guys! Guys, guys, guys, guys!!!!! Come look now!” Misty screeches as she watches the baby roll himself over onto his tummy. She looks up at Lottie and Van, proud that she was able to have them catch this moment. The baby uses his new position to take fistfuls of grass into his fingers and enjoy the feeling of being semi-upright.

Van rolls her eyes and stalks away, “I thought he was like walking or something.”

Misty pushes her glasses up as she scoffs, “don’t be ridiculous, babies have a natural progression. Walking first would be skipping a multitude of steps.”

Lottie kneels down and sings her praises to the small blonde baby, his head shakes a bit when he leans it back to look at her so she lifts him up. “Hi little guy, you really are so strong! I saw that roll from across the camp, your mama’s are gonna be so mad they missed it!” She adds while tickling his sides, the boy lets out a loud baby squeal at the tickles and flings his arms back.

At the sound Shauna and Jackie smile, they set down the wood they went out to cut for the fire that evening and approach Lottie. Shauna grabs Lottie’s shoulder and looks down at the smiling baby, “somebody is having a good time with his aunts. He behaved while we were gone?” Lottie turns to nod at the two girls and picks up one of the boys arms to wave, “say, hi mommy,” Lottie says for the boy in a small voice.

Shauna gently runs her hand over the boys hair and listens to Misty as she pipes up with, “he flipped himself over today! I’m sorry you guys missed it. It wasn’t a fluke though he really did!”

Jackie sits as she takes a drink of water, “oh we believe you Misty… he started doing that weeks ago.” She says with a smirk.

Misty’s eyebrows shoot up, “weeks ago? But he hasn’t shown us that trick before.”

“That trick before? He’s a baby Misty, not a dog. He tried to crawl this morning, but he got stuck on the furs and gave up.” Shauna said with a giggle down at her son. “Here let me see if he’ll give it a try again.” Shauna takes her son and places him belly down, but facing Jackie. The baby just lifts a hand to grab more grass only this time the boy attempts to shove the grass in his mouth. “Oh shit, no worm stop.” Shauna takes the babies hand back out of his mouth and scoops the grass out, “that’s yucky bug.”

Jackie giggles at her son’s antics and leans forward to try to entice him to her, “come here baba, can you crawl for me? Come here bugs.” The boy now realizes that his mama is the person in front of him, he’s intrigued and he grunts as he tries to push across the grassy surface, his attempt is not great but he moves forward with some resistance. The girls surrounding the small child all cheer loudly and the baby startles, halting all progress. Jackie scoops him up to plant kisses all over his face before he has the chance to panic at the noise.

“What a wonderful boy! You did so good my little man, I can’t believe you’re getting so big.” Jackie says as the baby stares up at his mama in wonder.

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Later that evening as the rain fell and all the girls were taking shelter Jackie, Shauna and their boy sat quietly inside their hut. They couldn’t have their fire due to the rain so Jackie and Shauna were eating some older rabbit jerky, they also had some berries squished in a bowl that Jackie was attempting to let the boy try. He was unenthusiastic about the ordeal, solid foods did not seem to be his forte. So far anything green was off the table, that’s why Jackie was trying these purple berries. Misty informed her that showing the baby sugary fruit before vegetables was bad, but she shushed the idea. She just wanted her son to try eating something solid and he was fussy about it all.

“Ohh, worm you’re making a mess buddy,” Jackie mumbled as she looked away from admiring Shauna and back at the baby to see that the boy spat out the berries he had just been given. He had then rubbed his hands in the offending remains.

Shauna stifled her laugh trying not to provoke the boys behavior but he looked ridiculous, he had smeared himself in purple clumps. The ends of his blonde hair that laid over his forehead now had a slight purple hue and he took the berry pieces that weren’t all the way squished between his fingers to play with. “Oh god no, okay bug you’re done, you’re done.” Shauna reached over to grab the boy from Jackie and she told the other girl to grab a wet piece of rag to wipe the boy down. “He definitely just wants milk tonight, he is so not down for your berries. Sorry Jax,” Shauna looks up apologetically as she gives the boy a wipe down. “What are we gonna do with you stinky butt?”

Jackie looks down at the berries before shrugging slightly, “well we shouldn’t waste em I guess.” She eats the couple bites of sweet fruit that was left, before using some water to try and rinse the bowl.

The three finish their mixed dinners and cuddle together as they listen to the soft rainfall on the huts.