abdunasser

[cravingpepsimax]

learned that illness kinks are a thing and i can’t stop thinking about ford having one

stan gets sick one day — nothing too severe, just the flu or something — and ford enters full-on mother hen mode. ever since weirdmageddon, he’s been feeling extra protective (ans extra guilty) over stan, and that includes protecting him against illness!

but when ford takes stan’s temperature using a thermometer, he feels… strange. he brushes it off as him just pining over his brother again — the action does feel a bit intimate — and moving on.

but, as the day goes on, ford quickly realizes that this isn’t just his standard incestuous feelings. stan being so vulnerable, ford being able to take care of him, him and his flushed, sweaty face, ford hearing stan pant and even sometimes moan/whimper from sickness… stan’s sick and ford, the pervert that he is, thinks that it’s hot.

ford’s got EXTREMELY conflicted feelings about this. he’s genuinely concerned for stan, he does want him to get better despite his… primal urges, but he can’t help but find stan being sick really hot. and he feels so guilty about it, because, wow, stan’s SUFFERING, and he thinks it’s HOT????

even after stan gets better, ford gets real… excited whenever stan exhibits any symptoms of sickness, even if he’s not actually sick. stan does that old man cough and ford replays the sound in his head when he masturbates that night. around march, stan starts sneezing and sniffling his nose — damn pollen — and ford almost passes out on the spot.

stan doesn’t connect the dots — he’s typically a bit too preoccupied to notice, and, when he does, he just goes “huh, that’s weird”, because “my brother has incestuous feelings for me and also has a kink for me being sick” is a bit of a weird conclusion to jump to — until the first time it happens after they’ve gotten together. stan bursts into laughter — not in a mean way, but like, oh my GOD, it was SO obvious, and he DIDN’T NOTICE, and also stan’s heard of his fair share of kinks but illness was never one of them — and pokes fun at him for the rest of the day. “ohhh, sixerrr, i think i’m coming down with somethiiiiing… *obviously fake coughs*”

the next time stan gets sick, he jokes about it, saying “bet you’re getting off on this, huh?”, only for ford to reply with a “…yes.” and, oh boy, now that he knows what ford’s thinking, stan’s finding himself getting worked up.

they end up fucking, ford and stan love it, but then ford ends up getting sick — but he certainly doesn’t regret it.

tl;dr

^ford

[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

Kinktober Day 15: Size kink with YunGi

Trigger warnings:

Content warnings: names (honey, sweetheart, baby, tiny, little one), oral (f receiving), fingering, size kink (it’s in the name babes), the boys kiss a couple times and talk to each other about mc as if she isn’t there

Summary: Your two best friends finally drum up the courage to ask if they can fulfill your fantasy.

Word count: 3.4k

A/N: hi all 🥰 after much consideration, i’ve decided to repost my kinktober 2022 stories. i had a great time writing these a couple years ago and want to share them again now that it’s been a while and i’ve had time to fall in love with them again. i hope you all enjoy! and by all means, feel free to send a message or comment here if you’d like to be part of the new tag list!

Tags: @bahng-chrizz

Smut below the cut

“But you get what I’m saying, right?” Your eyebrows were raised so high that if you attempted to lift them any further they might merge with your hairline. You were defending yourself against their teasing after you once again began to drone on and on about the wonders of large men and how perfect the world felt when one was taking care of you. “Like large, warm men are just ideal. I love it when a man makes me feel tiny, regardless of his actual stature, but big guys are the fucking dream.”

“So are you saying we’re every girl’s wet dream? Or just yours?” Yunho quirked an eyebrow at you and your face dropped, suddenly embarrassed about where your rambling had gotten you. Of course, they were every girl’s wet dream - especially yours - but you hadn’t meant to admit that.

“Are we ideal, y/n? Half a foot taller than you, moderately attractive, physically fit…”

Moderately attractive? Mingi, come on now. Moderately attractive is an insult to both of you. You’re both fucking hot… You realized you’d been staring between them without so much as blinking and quickly shook your head, turning back to the tv and pressing play. “You know what I meant…” You mumbled, crossing your arms across your chest.

“Right, right, sorry…” Yunho conceded, standing from his place beside Mingi on the sofa. “I’m gonna go grab a beer. Want anything?” You both shook your heads no and Yunho left to retrieve his drink. Mingi watched him go, giving a subtle nod as he exited the room before turning his attention back to you.

“Between you and me, he’s ideal, right?” He asked quietly as he scooted the tiniest bit closer to you, leaning down in an attempt to appear secretive. “He’s tall and pretty. He has really nice hands and he’s a great cuddler and he’s so fucking warm…you’re into that so surely you can appreciate the masterpiece that is Jeong Yunho, right?” His voice dipped lower and you just barely managed to contain the shiver his tone prompted, placing the remote on the coffee table and settling back in.

“Stop, he’s gonna hear…”

“So I’m right then.”

“I didn’t say-”

“You didn’t disagree with anything I said, even refusing to answer so you wouldn’t incriminate yourself. I’m right and we both know it.” He rolled his eyes, leaning in so he was only a few inches away from you.

“What are you right about?” You startled slightly as Yunho dropped down beside you, beer in hand.

“Nothing. He-”

“That she thinks you’re hot.” You all went quiet for a moment, your cheeks flushing crimson as you waited for Yunho to speak up.

“Is that so?” He sounded amused as he settled in, draping his arm behind you on the sofa.

“Mhm. I asked her when you left and she didn’t even try to deny anything, just told me to be quiet so you wouldn’t hear.” Mingi hummed. Fucking traitor.

“How cute.” Yunho teased, leaning a bit closer. “Your face is all red, honey, are you okay?”

“Yeah ‘m fine…” You mumbled, eyes still trained on the tv. The condescension in his tone made your gut twist in excitement and you tried not to let it show but they both noticed the way you pressed your thighs together.

“You sure about that?” His knuckles brushed against your jaw and you swallowed hard as his long fingers tucked your hair behind your ear. “You look like you’re struggling, sweetheart.”

“Like you need a couple of big, warm men to take care of you.” Mingi added, using your previous statement to his advantage as he caressed your neck with his knuckles. You closed your eyes as you took what was intended to be a steadying breath, which quickly became shaky when you felt hot breath on either side of your neck.

“I should’ve kept my mouth shut…” You muttered and they both chuckled softly before Yunho backed off. You could almost breathe again when he tipped your head back with just his index finger, forcing you to rest your head on his arm.

“Maybe you should’ve. But you didn’t and now we know you definitely had us in mind when you were going on about how much you love large guys.” Yunho’s voice was deeper than usual and almost raspy now as he gently gripped your chin between his first finger and thumb, turning your face towards him. “Look at me.”

You didn’t want to. You were afraid of what you might find if you did. What if they were just toying with you and were going to walk away as if nothing ever happened after confirming their suspicions? You knew they weren’t cruel like that but the fear was still there. After a few moments of silence, during which his thumb swiped back and forth across your chin, you finally opened your eyes and looked up at him.

“Do you want us to stop? Because we will if that’s what you want.” You didn’t. You definitely didn’t want them to stop. But you were embarrassed, almost ashamed to admit how much time you’d spent thinking about this moment, thinking about them. “Y/n.” He pulled you from your thoughts and you blinked up at him. “Do you want us to stop?”

You slowly shook your head and sucked your bottom lip between your teeth as you watched his expression grow more relaxed. He’d been so concerned that they were crossing the line but he was filled with renewed confidence at your response. He gently pulled your lip from between your teeth with his thumb and his eyelids grew heavy as he leaned in.

You gasped quietly when you felt Mingi’s lips on your neck but Yunho was quick to drink up the sound, pressing his lips to yours. His hand dropped from your chin and moved to grab Mingi’s hand from his lap, urging him to touch you. You let out a soft whimper when their hands slipped under your shirt and both of them responded with low groans as their hands moved higher. Mingi’s teeth scraped against your neck as he tugged your bra down and you pushed into his hand, head spinning when Yunho licked into your mouth.

Your hands, which had initially become fists at your sides, unfurled and reached for either of them. You ghosted your fingertips over their thighs and took note of the way Mingi shifted closer to you in the hopes that you’d touch his dick. Yunho seemed to have a little bit more control than Mingi, barely reacting when you gently squeezed his thigh. But when you did finally press your palms flat to their laps, Yunho’s lips left yours as he let out a soft curse. Mingi groaned and pushed upwards into your touch but Yunho grabbed your wrist to stop you. Your disapproval was obvious as you whined in protest but Yunho quickly silenced you.

“Your room or mine?” His question was directed at Mingi, who pulled back and looked down at you with a dazed expression.

“Yours.” Without another word, Yunho stood and you had to fight the sudden urge to spring forwards and start mouthing at the tent in his flannel pajama pants. Mingi stood with him and you looked up at both of them, trying your hardest not to stare at their dicks. Yunho seemed to notice your struggle and chuckled softly.

“Poor thing wants us so bad, Mingi. Look at her.” You wanted to pout but the whole thing was too hot. “You can stare all you want, sweetheart. You can even touch if you’d like.” He finally addressed you and you shivered. You certainly did want to touch them but you refrained, standing with them. You were entirely too thrilled at the way they loomed over you.

Mingi didn’t say a word as he ushered you towards Yunho’s bedroom, his large hand on your lower back as you walked with the two of them. His jaw ticked as Yunho closed the door behind you and for a moment you wondered if he actually wanted this. Then he turned to you and pulled you against him, capturing your lips in a demanding kiss, and you realized he was more than a little excited to be there.

You craned your neck to kiss back and placed your hands on his shoulders, trying not to get too far ahead of yourself. You felt Yunho step behind you and shivered when his large hands came into contact with your hips. Being caught in between them was dizzying and you didn’t know if you’d be able to exist in the same space as them without combusting after everything was said and done.

Yunho’s hands slipped between you and Mingi and he cupped you through your flannel pants that matched his own. Mingi’s lips began to trail down your neck and you allowed yourself to get a bit louder as they worked you up. You finally let out a desperate whine and pushed into Yunho’s touch, opening your mouth to beg for more only to be cut off. “You want us to fuck you, tiny?” You nodded quickly at Mingi’s question as he pulled back from your neck to tower over you. God he was so tall…

“Tiny? That’s-” You responded to the name before Yunho could finish, looking over your shoulder at him expectantly. “I was gonna say that was a cute name but the way you whipped around to look at me as soon as I repeated it has me thinking cute isn’t the right word.” He let out a huff of laughter and started to pull back, hands catching the hem of your shirt and lifting it. “Can I take this off?” You nodded again and a moment later you were topless.

Mingi didn’t bother asking before unclasping your bra, dropping it on the floor once he had it off. “Fuck…” He groaned, leaning down to take your nipple in his mouth. You’d known for years that he appreciated a nice set of tits and you’d caught him staring at yours before but never brought it up because it didn’t seem that important. Now you were starting to wonder if there’d been more to it or not because the way he took in as much as he could, sucking before pulling off with a pop, a string of spit connecting you to his mouth…well it was clear he’d spent time thinking about the best course of action if he ever got the chance to play with your tits.

Yunho chuckled at Mingi’s neediness and pulled you closer to him, his erection pressing against the small of your back as you rested your head against the front of his shoulder. “You want her that bad?” He teased, earning a glare as Mingi righted himself. “I guess I can be nice and let you have her first.”

“What, don’t wanna try eating her out together?” Mingi challenged with a grin. Your cheeks went a soft pink as they spoke about you as if you weren’t there.

“Now there’s an idea. What do you think, sweetheart? Want us to take turns tasting that pretty pussy?” Yunho hummed as his hands moved from your hips to your bare belly. Your panties were already sticking uncomfortably to your folds but the way he asked his question made you soak clean through them.

“Please…” You nodded eagerly, annoyed at how desperate you sounded. They started to pull away and you grabbed them by the wrists, looking between them. “Can…can I touch you both first?” You wanted, needed to at least feel their skin under your touch before they each had one of your legs slung over their shoulders.

“Of course, honey.” Yunho cooed.

“Anything our sweet girl wants.” Mingi added as Yunho leaned down and pecked your shoulder.

You looked up at Mingi for a moment before reaching for him. Your hands slipped under the hem of his shirt and gently gripped just above his hips. Your thumbs swiped back and forth, taking in the way his skin burned under your touch, and you finally looked up at him. He looked ready to devour you but didn’t move an inch as you took him in.

Finally, you allowed your hands to move higher, taking his shirt with them. You carefully pulled it over his head a moment later and tossed it aside before allowing your palms to press against his firm chest. He wasn’t built but he was beautifully toned and your mouth was running dry as your fingers danced over his skin. Your hands looked so small against his chest it was almost comical.

You shuddered at the realization of just how small you were compared to them and leaned forwards to press a series of soft kisses to his chest as your hands slid lower. Your nails lightly scraped against his stomach before you hooked your fingers in his waistband and his breath hitched as he tipped his head back. He allowed you to push his matching pajama pants down but stopped you when you reached for his boxers, urging you to simply tease him instead of stripping him.

You wanted to slip your hand inside his underwear but refrained, knowing if you started touching him then you wouldn’t stop. Instead, you toyed with him through the thin cotton, running your fingertips along the outline of his length and allowing your tongue to dart out just to say you’d finally gotten a taste of him. He let out a low groan and was about to haul you off to the bed when Yunho grabbed your hips and pulled your ass against him.

“Don’t you think it’s fair that we both get some attention, sweetheart?” You didn’t get a chance to respond before they worked together to spin you around. Mingi pulled you into his chest as Yunho tugged his shirt off, fighting the urge to wrap his arms around you and play with your tits again. Your mouth ran dry once more at the sight of him. He was softer than Mingi, probably the slightest bit warmer too, and had the faintest of happy trails. Your knees grew weak and you reached for him only for both of them to stop you in your tracks. “I don’t think I can wait any longer. I’ve gotta taste you.”

You whined when you were prevented from touching him but allowed them to move you to the bed, biting your lip when Yunho lifted you off the floor. “Fuck, she’s so little…” Mingi said, voice somewhere between a moan and a sigh as he watched Yunho carry you.

“So small and pliant…” Yunho sighed as he placed you on the bed. “Why don’t you move to the middle of the bed and make yourself comfortable, little one?” You whimpered at the name and quickly complied, reclining against Yunho’s fluffy pillows. Something about the way his scent surrounded you made you dizzy, made your pussy clench in excitement.

“I think she likes that one.” Mingi hummed and turned his attention to you. “You like being called that, baby?” You nodded quickly and lifted your hips when Yunho’s fingers hooked in the waistbands of both your pajama pants and your panties.

“I like when you guys make me feel small…” You murmured and pressed your thighs together when you were finally laid bare before them, somewhat nervous to show them the effect they’d had on you with only a few touches.

“So much so that you have to hide it from us?” Yunho teased as he kicked his own pants off and moved towards you. You blushed and bit your lip, keeping your eyes down.

“Come on, tiny.” Mingi joined you on the bed and placed a hand on your knee. “Can we see?”

You gave a small nod and Yunho mirrored Mingi, both of them guiding your legs apart. You had to force yourself not to squeeze your legs back together when they both let out soft curses under their breath. “She’s fucking soaked.”

“Do you think she’ll be able to take us?”

“Not together like we’d hoped.” Wait, what? Your eyes snapped to Yunho, wide with confusion.

“What, did you think we hadn’t discussed this beforehand? We’ve wanted you pretty much since we met, tiny, of course we talked about it.” Mingi’s words went straight to your pussy and you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.

“Then why the fuck didn’t we do this sooner? I’ve been dying to get pinned down by one or both of you for years now.”

“Is that so?” Yunho’s lips twitched up into a smirk and you nodded. “Well then we ought to take care of you right away, shouldn’t we, little one?”

“Please do.” You nodded vigorously and they both settled on their stomachs between your legs. The way they looked up at you, their eyes filled with an excitement that betrayed the laid back demeanor they were both trying to convey, made you stifle a pitiful sound.

They didn’t wait for any further instruction, they both simply wrapped an arm around your thighs and let their fingers spread you open as they dove in. You gasped and allowed yourself to sink into the pleasure, propping up on your elbows to get a better look. The sight that greeted you had your stomach twisting in excitement.

Their tongues worked fast against you, tangling with each other as they went. They were practically making out with each other right over your pussy and you felt like you might just pass away if they actually attempted to do something together while you watched. You couldn’t dream of stifling the mewls of pleasure they forced out of you as you watched helplessly.

You felt disappointment bubble up in your chest when Yunho pulled back in favor of kissing your thigh, leaving a series of gentle bites in his wake. That disappointment was quashed when Mingi closed his lips around your clit and sucked. You allowed yourself to fall back against the pillows as your back arched but that was a mistake. Looking away meant you didn’t know what was coming, though you couldn't have prepared yourself for the delicious sensation of Yunho’s long, beautiful fingers sliding into you.

They mentioned having discussed this before but how often had they talked about it? This was practiced. They worked together too well for it to have been a single conversation. Yunho’s fingers curled and pressed against your g-spot, dragging along your walls as he thrusted them into you at the same pace as Mingi’s tongue flicked over your clit. You weren’t going to last long like this.

You felt a burn spreading beneath your skin as they worked you closer to your orgasm but it was cruelly ripped away when they halted their actions. You made a distressed noise, your head shooting up off the pillows to see why they stopped. Just as your eyes focused on them, they kissed, sucking on each other’s tongues as they savored your taste. They quickly resumed, this time Yunho eating you out while Mingi’s fingers plunged into you, and your eyes rolled back. That was easily the hottest thing you’d seen all night, both of them so eager to taste you that they were willing to get even the smallest amount from each other’s mouths.

Your head spun as you relaxed against the pillows again, both hands reaching to pull their hair. The knot in your belly was growing tighter with each thrust of Mingi’s fingers, each flick of Yunho’s tongue, and you were certain you were about to fall apart. You warned them of your impending orgasm but they didn’t dare let up to draw this out any longer. No, they carried on and the pleasure steamrolled your entire body, rendering you helpless as your thighs trembled beside their heads. You let out a pathetic wail as pure bliss filled your veins, your grip on their hair tightening to the point it was painful for them, though they certainly didn’t mind. They were both into that.

They only slowed down when your moans began to border on screams and you began to try and squirm away from them. You were thankful you didn’t have to tell them it was becoming too much because you weren’t sure you could form words at the moment. Your brain was mush. You were unable to lift your head despite your desperation to watch as they kissed again, cleaning up your release with their tongues.

When you could finally move again, you lifted your head and bit your lip when you found them staring back at you. “Think you’re ready to take us, little one?”

“Cause we’re dying to feel you, tiny.”

You nodded but didn’t get a chance to speak before they were putting you in position.

<-d-14 | d-16->

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Possession: a Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley x Jimmy Uso fanfic.

Chapter 2: New Gear

The morning sun spilled into the hotel room, casting a warm glow that mingled with the soft sounds of the bustling city that is Houston below. Jimmy sat on the balcony, an iPad perched on his lap, surrounded by the gentle breeze that rushed through his body. His fingers danced across the screen as he sketched out designs, a mix of excitement and uncertainty swirling within him.

He sipped his coffee, the rich aroma grounding him as he looked out at the horizon, deep in thought. Rhea was still sleeping inside, her peaceful face oblivious to the whirlwind of emotions that had gripped them both since Jey’s injury. Jimmy wanted to lift her spirits, to help her find a new identity in the ring that was distinctly her own. But each doodle he created felt lackluster, like shadows of what could be.

Then, an idea sparked. He switched apps and began pulling pictures from Google, gathering inspiration and crafting a vision that merged their styles. His creativity was a gift he shared with Rhea, and he wanted to make something special for her—a reflection of her strength and individuality.

Once he finished, he couldn’t help but smile at the design. It was bold, vibrant, and a perfect blend of their personas. He made his way back inside, a sense of purpose driving him as he approached Rhea, still lost in slumber.

“Hey, Rhea,” he whispered, gently nudging her shoulder. She stirred, a frown crossing her features as she opened her eyes, still wrapped in dreams.

“Wha—?” she murmured, clearly annoyed at being woken up.

“I have an idea!” Jimmy exclaimed, a hint of excitement in his voice. He held out the iPad, showing her the designs.

Rhea blinked at the screen, her expression shifting from grogginess to curiosity. “What’s this?”

Jimmy leaned closer, his enthusiasm bubbling over. “I know you’re still sad about Jey not being here, and I’m not trying to replace him, but I thought we should separate ourselves a bit. I don’t want to live in his shadow or anything, you know? I think changing our gear could be a good step.”

Rhea studied the iPad intently, her interest piqued. Jimmy continued, pointing out the details. “So, I have a ton of leftover Uso Penitentiary bandanas. What I’m thinking is I can sew these bandanas into a crop top for you. Then, for this mini skirt, I could add more bandanas to give you some coverage. You can wear one over your mouth, and I’ll wear mine too. Then add some red fishnets and your wrestling boots. I even thought about these harnesses—one for your chest and one for your leg right here.”

As she absorbed his words, Rhea’s surprise began to morph into excitement. The red color scheme was a stark departure from the blue and black she had worn with Jey, a change that felt empowering. “I actually really like this,” she admitted, a smile breaking through the remnants of sleep. “It’s different and really unique.”

Jimmy grinned, the weight of uncertainty lifting. “I knew you’d like it. We can make this our thing. Let’s show the world what we can do as a team.”

Rhea’s eyes sparkled with newfound determination.

“How many bandanas you have in your suitcase?”

With that, the two of them sat together, pouring over the designs and making plans. The morning sun was brighter than before, illuminating a fresh path for both of them, one where they could embrace their identities while honoring the bond they shared with Jey.

As they sketched and laughed, the shadows of doubt began to fade, replaced by the vibrant colors of their future—together in the ring, ready to conquer whatever lay ahead.

The hours slipped by in a comfortable rhythm, the low hum of the portable sewing machine and their shared laughter filling the hotel room as Rhea and Jimmy worked on their new ring gear. They had only left once, a brief outing to a nearby fabric store, where they gathered the materials they needed for Monday’s debut of their fresh look. Now, surrounded by scraps of bandanas and threads, they were fully engrossed in bringing their vision to life.

Jimmy was focused on the mini skirt, meticulously sewing the bandana patches to ensure everything was just right. Meanwhile, Rhea sat across from him, threading pieces of the bandanas into his pants, occasionally pausing to check the design with a critical eye. They worked in tandem, an unspoken connection growing between them as they shared in the creative process.

Jimmy couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride each time he looked up and saw Rhea immersed in his design. He’d half-expected her to brush off the idea or make a few changes, but instead, she had embraced it completely. Her confidence in his vision stirred something deep inside him, a mix of satisfaction and something… more.

“Hey, can you try this on?” Jimmy asked, handing her the mini skirt he’d been working on.

Rhea raised a brow but shrugged, taking the skirt from him and standing to slip it on. As she adjusted the waistband, Jimmy couldn’t help but let his gaze linger on her, his eyes tracing the smooth line of her legs, the way her skin seemed to glow even under the dim hotel lighting. Every glimpse of her bare skin sent a jolt through him, stirring feelings he hadn’t anticipated.

He tried to focus on the work, to keep his attention on the details of the gear, but each time she moved, each time she laughed or offered him a small smile, he felt his resolve slipping. It was more than just physical attraction. With each shared glance, with every laugh they exchanged, he found himself seeing her differently, as if a veil had been lifted.

Rhea caught him staring a few times, but she only grinned, a teasing glint in her eye. She was used to people looking at her, admiring her strength and beauty, but with Jimmy, it felt different—more intimate. There was a softness to the way he watched her, a quiet longing that she was beginning to recognize.

Jimmy shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. She was his brother’s girlfriend. This was Rhea—his friend, his tag team partner. But even as he reminded himself of this, his feelings continued to shift, defying reason. In his mind, Rhea was no longer just Jey’s girlfriend. The way she fit beside him, the way she shared in his ideas and embraced his creativity—it felt like something more.

He found himself craving her closeness, yearning for her in a way that made him ache inside. The thought of her being with Jey had once felt natural, a part of their family dynamic. But now, all he could think of was what it would feel like if she were his—if he could call her his own.

As Rhea finished adjusting the skirt, she spun around, catching Jimmy’s eye. “What do you think? Do I look fierce or what?”

Jimmy’s heart thudded in his chest as he forced himself to play it cool, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You look like a badass,” he said, keeping his tone light. But his gaze lingered a moment too long, the weight of his thoughts hanging unspoken between them.

Rhea held his gaze, her own smile softening as if sensing the shift. There was an intensity in the air, a silent understanding that neither dared to speak aloud. She could feel the heat of his stare, the way his eyes traced her with something deeper than just admiration.

“Alright, alright, back to work,” she said, breaking the tension with a laugh, though a faint blush colored her cheeks. She turned her focus back to the gear, but her thoughts were no longer on the fabric in her hands.

As the afternoon faded into evening, Jimmy wrestled with his feelings, torn between loyalty to his brother and the growing desire that threatened to consume him. The lines were blurring, and he wasn’t sure where friendship ended and something more began.

One thing was clear—whatever this was, it was starting to become more than just a partnership. One person oblivious and one person aching.

The energy between them had shifted throughout the day, unspoken but undeniable, lingering in the air as they sewed and crafted in comfortable silence.

Suddenly, Rhea’s phone buzzed on the table. She glanced at the screen, and Jimmy caught a quick glimpse of the name flashing across it—Jey. A flicker of guilt shot through him, his heart tightening as he looked away, trying to mask the emotions churning inside.

“I’ll be right back,” Rhea murmured, picking up her phone and stepping out onto the balcony to take the call in private. She slid the glass door shut behind her, leaving Jimmy alone in the room.

The moment she was gone, an anxious curiosity gnawed at him. He knew he shouldn’t listen, that it wasn’t his place, but he couldn’t help himself. He leaned back in his chair, straining his ears, catching only faint murmurs through the glass.

Outside, Rhea’s voice was low, soothing, as if she were trying to reassure Jey. “Don’t worry about me,” she was saying, her tone soft but firm. “I’m holding it together, I promise. Jimmy’s been a big help—he’s really got my back.”

The mention of his name made Jimmy’s heart race, a conflicting mix of pride and guilt swelling within him. He knew he was helping Rhea through a difficult time, but he also knew his feelings were no longer simple. His growing affection for her had started to eclipse his loyalty to Jey, and that realization felt both thrilling and terrifying.

Through the glass, Rhea continued to speak, her words softened by the muffled barrier, but the tenderness in her tone was unmistakable. She cared about Jey deeply; that much was clear. And as much as it hurt to listen, Jimmy knew that she was still tethered to his brother in a way he couldn’t touch.

After a few more moments, the call ended. Rhea took a deep breath, collecting herself before stepping back into the room. She caught Jimmy’s gaze, and he quickly looked away, trying to feign indifference, but she saw right through him.

“Jey sends his regards,” she said, offering a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She looked tired, a mixture of emotions clouding her expression, though she tried to hide it.

“Good,” Jimmy replied, forcing a casual tone. He wanted to ask more, to pry into the details of the call, but he bit his tongue, knowing it wasn’t his place.

There was a beat of silence, a weight hanging between them as they stood there, each lost in their own thoughts. Jimmy could sense Rhea’s inner struggle, the loyalty she felt toward Jey clashing with the connection they were beginning to forge. It was a silent, shared understanding—one neither of them dared to voice.

“Want to get back to work?” Rhea finally asked, breaking the silence with a hesitant smile.

“Yeah,” Jimmy replied, his voice softer than usual. “Let’s finish this up.”

As the night settled around them, Jimmy and Rhea were making the final touches to their new gear. The atmosphere was quieter now, a little more intense, each of them immersed in their own thoughts. The only sounds filling the room were the soft clicks of the sewing machine and the occasional rustling of fabric.

Jimmy’s phone buzzed, pulling him out of his concentration. He glanced down, his heart skipping a beat when he saw Jey’s name light up on the screen. It was strange, reading his brother’s name. A wave of emotions hit him—guilt, possessiveness, and something darker that he couldn’t quite put into words.

He unlocked his phone and read the message.

Jey: Hey. Just checking in. How’s everything going with Rhea? She’s not giving you too much trouble, is she?

Jimmy’s jaw tightened slightly, the familiar warmth of brotherly love mixing with a gnawing resentment. He forced himself to respond as normally as he could.

Jimmy: Nah, she’s good, Uce. We’re just working on some gear, trying to stay busy for Monday.

He hit send, taking a quick glance at Rhea, who was busy stitching a piece of fabric and seemingly lost in thought. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, debating whether to say more. The possessiveness he felt over her had only grown stronger since she’d taken Jey’s call earlier. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Rhea belonged with him instead of his twin.

A reply came in from Jey.

Jey: Thanks for looking out for her, Jon.. I know she’s been worried about me. She tries to hide it, but I can tell every time we talk. I feel bad leaving her by herself to handle everything… just wish I could be there, you know?

Jimmy’s grip on his phone tightened as he read the words, feeling the twist of jealousy coil tighter in his chest. He wanted to be the one Rhea worried about, the one she’d miss when he wasn’t around. He took a slow breath, controlling the mask of casual indifference he wore so well, the feelings hidden beneath his easy-going facade.

Jimmy: Don’t worry, Uce. I got her. She’s in good hands.

The vibration of another message broke his thoughts.

Jey: You’re the best, man. I don’t know what I’d do without you right now. Just… keep an eye on her, yeah? She can be stubborn as hell when it comes to hiding her own pain. I’m worried she’s not letting herself really process all this, y’know?

Jimmy swallowed, feeling the weight of Jey’s trust pressing down on him, but the protectiveness he felt over Rhea only intensified. He took a second before responding.

Jimmy: Of course, bro. I’ll make sure she’s alright. You just focus on getting better. We got this.

As he slipped his phone back into his pocket, he felt Rhea’s gaze on him. She arched a brow, curious. “Who was that?” she asked, her tone casual but with an edge of curiosity.

Jimmy’s mask of indifference slipped into place effortlessly. “Just one of the guys,” he said smoothly, flashing her a quick grin to dispel any suspicion. “You know, just wrestling stuff.”

“Oh, really?” she asked, seemingly amused but unconvinced. “You’re not gossiping about me, are you?”

Jimmy laughed, the sound coming out easy and natural. “Come on, now. You know me better than that.” He shrugged, keeping the mask firmly in place. “Just talking about Monday. Everyone’s excited to see the new gear.”

Satisfied, Rhea returned to her work, though a faint smile lingered on her lips. She hadn’t noticed the depth of Jimmy’s gaze, the intensity he hid behind that casual mask. But Jimmy knew that he was walking a fine line—between loyalty to his brother and the growing desire to make Rhea his own.

As he watched her, his mind drifted to the text exchange with Jey. The guilt twisted within him, a bitter reminder of the lines he was dangerously close to crossing. But then his eyes fell on Rhea, and the possessiveness surged again, stronger than before. He didn’t want to just be her tag partner or her friend. He wanted to be the one she called her own.

And deep down, he knew he was willing to do whatever it took to make that happen, even if it meant betraying the one person who trusted him most.

“Let’s stop right here, we have to get up early to drive to Corpus tomorrow..”

—

November 18th, 2024 7:38 PM

The crowd in the American Bank Center buzzed with anticipation as the lights dimmed and the opening notes of Jimmy Uso’s entrance music resonated throughout the arena.

Michael Cole: “Welcome to Monday Night Raw! We are live in Corpus Christi, Texas, and tonight we have an action-packed show ahead! Kicking things off is none other than Jimmy Uso!”

Pat McAfee: “Oh, you know the energy is about to explode, Cole! Jimmy has been on a roll lately, and with his new partner Rhea Ripley by his side, anything can happen!”

Jimmy made his way to the stage, exuding confidence and charisma as he high-fived fans along the ramp. The crowd cheered enthusiastically, chanting “Uso! Uso!” as he flexed and danced to the rhythm of his entrance music.

Michael Cole: “Jimmy Uso is looking ready for action! This is a new chapter for him, especially with his brother Jey sidelined. Let’s see how he handles things tonight.”

As Jimmy reached the bottom of the ramp, the arena erupted into thunderous applause as Rhea Ripley’s music hit.

Pat McAfee: “And here comes Rhea Ripley! Listen to this crowd! What a way to make an entrance!”

Rhea burst onto the stage, radiating confidence in her striking new gear. She didn’t hesitate for a moment; she ran towards Jimmy and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Michael Cole: “What a display of chemistry between these two! Rhea is fearless!”

Jimmy caught her effortlessly and pulled down her bandana, revealing her fierce black and red makeup look. He grinned as Rhea leaned her head back, sticking her tongue out playfully, embodying her character with every move. The crowd surprisingly ate every single move up.

Pat McAfee: “Look at that! Rhea’s makeup and gear are absolutely phenomenal! She’s clearly stepping out from the shadow of her ex Jey Uso and making a name for herself alongside Jimmy!”

Michael Cole: “Now wait a minute Pat, they haven’t broke up!”

Pat McAfee: “Well it is heavily implied Cole with that bandana mini skirt she has on!”

After a moment, Jimmy set her down gently. The two shared a smile before making their way over to the commentary table, joining Michael Cole and Pat McAfee.

Michael Cole: “Jimmy and Rhea are here at the announce desk! This is a unique pairing, and they’ve definitely created a new style with their gear. A bold departure from what we’ve seen with Jey and Rhea!”

Pat McAfee: “It’s a total upgrade! I mean, Rhea’s red fishnets and harnesses really make her stand out, and Jimmy looks like a million bucks! This is a complete rebranding for both of them!”

As they settled in, the crowd continued to cheer. Jimmy leaned back in his chair, a proud smile on his face while Rhea adjusted her bandana, clearly enjoying the attention.

Michael Cole: “Fans, we’re gearing up for the semi-finals of the Mixed Gender Tag Team Tournament! It’s Maxine Dupri and Otis taking on Zelina Vega and Dragon Lee. The winner of this match will face Jimmy and Rhea at Survivor Series! Rhea .. care to entertain the WWE Universe on your thoughts?”

Rhea Ripley: “It’s going to be an incredible match. We’re ready for whoever wins! Jimmy and I have been training hard, and we’re excited to show everyone what we can do together.”

Pat McAfee: “Hell yeah! This is a different kind of power couple! I love the intensity and the fire you both bring. Who wouldn’t want to see that at Survivor Series?”

As the match was about to begin, Jimmy and Rhea exchanged confident glances, their determination clear. The atmosphere in the arena was electric, and the anticipation for their upcoming showdown only intensified.

Michael Cole: “Let’s get to the action! It’s going to be a night to remember here on Monday Night Raw!”

With that, the camera shifted to the ring, and the excitement in the arena reached a fever pitch as the semi-finals match kicked off, setting the stage for what was sure to be an unforgettable night.

The match between Maxine Dupri & Otis and Zelina Vega & Dragon Lee was intense, with both teams pulling out all the stops. The crowd was on their feet, and Michael Cole and Pat McAfee kept the energy high as they commented on each back-and-forth exchange. Finally, Dragon Lee delivered a stunning high-flying maneuver, pinning Otis for the three-count, securing the victory for his team.

Michael Cole: “And there it is! Dragon Lee and Zelina Vega are heading to Survivor Series to face Jimmy Uso and Rhea Ripley in the finals!”

Pat McAfee: “Oh, man! This is going to be huge! But wait… looks like Zelina’s got something to say!”

As Dragon Lee celebrated with his arms raised, Zelina Vega pointed directly at the commentary table and confidently made her way down, her eyes locked on Rhea. She strutted over with a smirk, grabbing a microphone as she approached the table.

Zelina Vega: “So, Rhea, you think you’re ready for Survivor Series? Think again. I’m coming for you, and there’s nothing you or your new little boyfriend here can do to stop me!”

Rhea immediately stood up, her eyes flashing with fury as, Michael Cole quickly passed a mic of her own, leaning forward as she sneered at Zelina.

Rhea Ripley: “Oh, I’m ready for you, Zelina. In fact, I’m more than ready. You’re all talk and no fight. At Survivor Series, I’m going to put you down so hard you won’t know what hit you.”

Zelina chuckled sarcastically and shrugged. “Is that so?” Then, without warning, she reached forward and smacked Rhea across the face. The audience gasped, and then erupted as Rhea’s expression shifted from shock to pure rage.

Michael Cole: “Oh! Did you see that?! Zelina Vega just slapped Rhea Ripley! She’s crossed the line!”

Pat McAfee: “This is about to explode, Cole! These two women are ready to tear each other apart!”

Rhea lunged forward, jumping over the commentary table, as she went for Zelina. The two women clashed, sending the fans into a frenzy as they grappled, pulling at each other’s hair and trading blows. Security started to move in, but the crowd was fully invested in the impromptu Survivor Series preview unfolding before their eyes.

Michael Cole: “This is chaos! This is a taste of what we’re going to see at Survivor Series, folks! Rhea Ripley and Zelina Vega can’t wait to get their hands on each other!”

Jimmy quickly intervened, wrapping his arms around Rhea from behind and trying to pull her back. She struggled in his grasp, still shouting threats and insults at Zelina as she reached out, desperate to get one last hit in. Jimmy leaned down, speaking quietly into her ear, and after a few moments, she seemed to calm down, her attention diverted back to him.

Pat McAfee: “I don’t know, Cole, I think Jimmy might be the only one who can calm Rhea down right now. He’s got her pulled back, but did you see the look on his face? I think there might be more to this partnership than meets the eye!”

Michael Cole: “The chemistry between these two has been undeniable, and the way he’s calming her down… it’s got the fans talking, that’s for sure!”

Rhea continued to hurl insults at Zelina as Jimmy pulled her back toward the ramp, keeping a firm hold on her as they made their way up. Rhea’s eyes were still locked on Zelina, her voice carrying over the roaring crowd as she promised to finish what they started at Survivor Series.

Rhea Ripley: “You better be ready, Zelina, because at Survivor Series, I’m going to end you!”

Jimmy held her close, his grip protective as he walked her up the ramp, occasionally whispering to her to keep her focused on him. Rhea’s intensity softened just slightly as she turned her attention to Jimmy, but she never stopped looking back, still yelling at Zelina until they disappeared behind the curtain.

Michael Cole: “If this is any indication of what we’re going to see at Survivor Series, then we’re in for an explosive match! Rhea Ripley and Jimmy Uso have fire and chemistry that’s undeniable.”

Pat McAfee: “Cole, I think Jimmy’s starting to get attached! Did you see the way he held her back? That wasn’t just a partner looking out for another; there’s something more there, and I think Rhea feels it too!”

Michael Cole: “Ladies and gentlemen, Survivor Series is shaping up to be one of the most exciting events of the year! Jimmy Uso and Rhea Ripley versus Zelina Vega and Dragon Lee… this rivalry just got personal, and I don’t think any of them are ready to back down.”

The fans continued to chant and cheer, still buzzing from the impromptu showdown, eagerly awaiting what would unfold between these teams at Survivor Series. The tension and growing connections between the competitors promised an unforgettable clash.

—

Rhea and Jimmy walked backstage, still riding the high from their intense encounter with Zelina. Jimmy kept his arm casually draped over Rhea’s shoulder, a small smirk on his face, clearly pleased with how the night had gone so far. Rhea, though still simmering with adrenaline, let herself lean into his hold for a brief moment as they walked.

As they rounded a corner, they found Hunter waiting for them, looking excited.

“Well, if it isn’t my two new stars,” Hunter greeted them, clapping his hands. “Did you hear that pop out there? The crowd loves you two together.”

Rhea gave a polite nod, still trying to cool down from the earlier clash. “Thanks, Hunter. What’s up?”

Hunter’s grin grew. “We’re making some storyline adjustments. Don’t worry—you’re still winning the Mixed Gender Tag Titles at Survivor Series, but we’re adding a new layer to it.”

Rhea raised an eyebrow. “What kind of layer?”

“A romantic angle,” Hunter explained. “We’re going to start building that chemistry between you two, teasing that there might be something more than just partnership. The crowd is eating it up already, and we think it’ll drive engagement through the roof.”

Rhea’s face tightened at the mention of a romantic angle, clearly uncomfortable. She had only recently begun adjusting to being paired with Jimmy after Jey’s injury, and this new twist made her stomach turn. She stole a quick glance at Jimmy, who looked more amused than anything, unfazed by the direction.

Seeing her hesitation, Hunter continued, “I’ve already spoken to Jey about it, and he’s totally behind it. He said he trusts both of you to keep things professional. Besides, it’s all just storyline. We’re not asking for anything real.”

But Rhea’s discomfort didn’t dissipate. She shot Hunter a tight-lipped smile before excusing herself. “I… I need a moment.”

Jimmy watched her walk away, a hint of something unreadable in his eyes. “I’ll talk to her,” he said to Hunter, giving a nod before following in the direction she had gone.

Rhea reached her locker room, slipping inside and locking the door behind her. She took a deep breath, her mind racing as she pulled out her phone. She needed to talk to Jey, to hear his voice and understand how he could be okay with this storyline.

Rhea held her breath as the line rang, each ring amplifying the unease sitting heavy in her chest. Finally, Jey picked up, his voice warm but tinged with fatigue.

“Hey, babe,” he greeted softly.

“Hey,” Rhea replied, trying to keep her voice steady. “I… I just talked to Hunter. He said he spoke to you about this new angle.”

There was a slight pause on the other end. Jey let out a slow sigh. “Yeah, he did. Look, I won’t lie, it makes me uncomfortable too. I don’t love the idea of you and Jimmy… you know, pretending to be more than partners. But Hunter mentioned the money we’d get from this. He said the merch sales would spike with this angle, and there’s a bonus if we can really pull it off.”

Rhea pressed her lips together, feeling her chest tighten. “I don’t care about the money, Jey,” she said, barely above a whisper.

“But, Rhea, it’s good money,” he reasoned gently. “Money we can add to our savings.”

She swallowed hard. Their savings. The one they’d been building together, for awhile now. That fund wasn’t just for any future—they’d built it for their future. They had dreams of her stepping back, of leaving the chaos of the wrestling world behind so they could start a family, live a quieter life. She’d always imagined those savings as a safety net that would let her retire early, be home, and maybe… start planning for the kids they both wanted.

“This… this is for us, Rhea,” Jey added, his voice a little softer now, as if he sensed the turmoil she was going through. “I know it’s asking a lot, and I know you’re not comfortable with this, but just think about it. It’s a storyline. It’s not real.”

She closed her eyes, her grip on the phone tightening. “It might not be real, but it feels… wrong.”

“Listen,” he continued, and she could hear the struggle in his voice too. “I trust you. And I trust my brother. We’re strong enough to get through this, and if this is what it takes for us to make something lasting from all this work, I’m willing to take that risk. But… if you’re not okay with it, we’ll find another way.”

Rhea’s eyes began to sting as she thought about it. She wanted to say no, to put her foot down and refuse, but the weight of their future hung between them. She took a shaky breath.

“If this is what it takes,” she said finally, her voice barely a whisper, “then… I’ll try. But only because it’s for us, Jey.”

“Thank you, babe. I know it’s hard. And I promise you, once this is all over, it’ll just be you and me,” Jey reassured her, his voice as steady as he could manage.

Rhea nodded, even though he couldn’t see it. “Just… promise me you’ll stay with me through this. I need to know you’re here.”

“Always,” he replied without hesitation. “We’re in this together. No matter what.”

She took a shaky breath, feeling both reassured and apprehensive. “Okay,” she whispered. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Rhea,” he said. “Just take it one day at a time, alright? We’ll get through this.”

They lingered on the line for a moment longer before Rhea finally ended the call. As she put her phone down, the room felt heavier, her resolve wavering. She knew she had to face whatever was coming, but a part of her couldn’t shake the unease lingering in her heart.

Jimmy knocked on the locker room door, and Rhea opened it, a mix of relief and apprehension washing over her as he stepped inside.

“Hey,” she greeted, forcing a smile despite the turmoil inside her.

“Hey,” he replied, leaning against the doorframe. He could sense the tension in the air, the unease radiating off her. “What’s going on?”

Rhea sighed deeply, her shoulders slumping slightly. “I just… I don’t know. I’m really uncomfortable with this whole angle we’re doing. It feels like it’s too much.”

“It’s all business, Rhea,” Jimmy reassured her, his tone firm yet gentle. “You know that, right?”

She nodded slowly, but the weight of her feelings still hung heavily in the air. “I just can’t wait to go home tonight. I miss Jey.”

Jimmy sighed, looking at her with a mix of concern and determination. “About that… Hunter wants to start building on this angle, so we have PR and photoshoots lined up for the next few days before our face-off on SmackDown with Dragon Lee and Zelina Vega.”

Rhea let out another frustrated sigh, rubbing her temples. “I really wanted to be home with Jey. This just feels wrong, like I’m betraying him or something.”

“I get it,” Jimmy replied, stepping closer. “But how about we change our flight to a later time? We could spend some time watching comedy movies and ordering room service. Just relax for a bit before all the craziness hits.”

Rhea looked up at him, her expression softening slightly as a small smile crept onto her face. “That actually sounds nice.”

“Great!” Jimmy said, returning her smile with enthusiasm. He felt a surge of happiness at the thought of spending more time with her, even if it was under these unusual circumstances.

As Rhea began to pack her clothes, rifling through her bag for a hoodie, Jimmy watched her intently. There was something about the way she moved, her determination, that made his heart race. He felt an overwhelming sense of possessiveness wash over him. Here she was, right in front of him, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that fate had handed him an opportunity he couldn’t let slip away.

He stepped closer, wanting to be near her, to soak in every moment. “You look good in that,” he said, nodding at the hoodie she pulled out.

Rhea glanced up, a flicker of surprise crossing her features before she smirked. “Thanks. It’s comfy.”

“Comfort looks good on you,” he replied, unable to hide the genuine admiration in his voice.

She blushed slightly at the compliment, and for a moment, the weight of the world outside faded away. It was just the two of them, caught in this bubble of shared energy. Jimmy couldn’t help but feel that with each passing second, he was inching closer to something more than just a partnership in the ring.

“Alright, let’s do this!” He said, trying to keep his tone light.

Rhea nodded, the smile lingering on her lips as she zipped up her bag. “Deal. Just promise me we won’t talk about any of this angle while we’re watching.”

“Promise,” he said, a playful grin spreading across his face.

—

10:18 PM

As Jimmy and Rhea settled back into the cozy atmosphere of the Omni Hotel room, the laughter from Addams Family Values filled the space, creating a warm backdrop for their light-hearted banter. Jimmy was genuinely enjoying the film, chuckling uncontrollably at the absurdity on screen.

“I gotta say, I’m really liking your choice of movies, Rhea. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this before,” he remarked between fits of laughter.

Rhea glanced at him, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “What’s your favorite character so far?”

Jimmy thought for a moment, then burst out, “That bald dude with his girlfriend! He’s hilarious!”

Rhea laughed, unable to contain her amusement. “You mean Uncle Fester and Debbie?”

“Yeah! That’s them!” He nodded eagerly, then mimicked the scene where Fester asks Debbie for a kiss. “Give me a kiss!”

“Give me a twenty!” Rhea shot back, both of them breaking into laughter again, enjoying the ridiculousness of the moment.

“Want some more wine?” Jimmy asked, gesturing toward the half-empty bottle on the nightstand.

Rhea nodded, “Yes please Jimmy..” her smile still bright. As he poured another glass, a thought struck him. “You know, you don’t have to call me Jimmy all the time.”

Rhea raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What do you want me to call you?”

“Jon or Jonathan,” he said, playfully referencing his real name.

Rhea chuckled, shaking her head. “I’ll stick with Rhea. I hate my real name.”

Jimmy was surprised. “Wait, I’m sorry, but I’ve never even asked what your name is.”

She smiled at him, her expression softening. “It’s Demi.”

“Nice to meet you, Demi,” he said with a warm grin.

Rhea felt a flutter of warmth at the sound of her name, and she replied, “Nice to meet you too, Jon.”

Their eyes met for a moment, and there was a subtle shift in the air between them. It felt oddly comforting to share this new dynamic, the conversation flowing effortlessly as they continued to watch the movie. They slipped back into playful exchanges about the film, but there was an undercurrent of something deeper that lingered in the air, both of them aware of the growing connection.

After the credits rolled on Addams Family Values, Jimmy turned to check the time. It was already 11:01 PM. “Hey, are you hungry?” he asked, glancing at Rhea, who was still smiling from the movie.

“Yeah, but I can’t drive,” she replied, her tone light.

“Don’t worry about that; we can take an Uber,” Jimmy suggested with a grin.

Rhea laughed, shaking her head. “It’s already 11; everything is probably closed.”

“Oh, come on! This is Texas! They have Whataburger!” Jimmy shot back, his enthusiasm infectious.

Rhea raised her eyebrows in curiosity. “Whataburger? I’ve never tried it.”

“Then we have to go! Put on your shoes, sunglasses, and hoodie!” he urged, practically bouncing with excitement.

Once they were ready, they left the room and headed down to the lobby. The night air was warm as they stepped outside, and Jimmy pointed towards a glowing sign in the distance. “Look! Whataburger by the Bay!”

“Let’s just walk; we’re covered, so no one will recognize us,” Rhea suggested, feeling a mix of thrill and mischief.

They strolled side by side, with Jimmy animatedly explaining the iconic menu items, especially the Breakfast on a Bun burger, or BOB as the native Texans called it. “It’s a Texas staple! You’re gonna love it,” he promised.

As they entered the fast food joint, they were greeted by the smell of fresh fries and sizzling burgers. The drive-thru line was packed, but surprisingly, there was no one inside. “Looks like we lucked out!” Jimmy exclaimed.

“What do you want?” he asked Rhea as they approached the counter.

“That breakfast thing sounds good,” she said, her eyes lighting up with interest.

“Two BOB sausage meals with hashbrowns and orange juices, please!” Jimmy ordered, his excitement palpable as they waited for their food.

While they waited, they chatted about everything and nothing, the easy banter making time fly. Once their meals were ready, they decided to walk back to the hotel, bags in hand.

As they strolled along, Rhea couldn’t resist the urge to unwrap her breakfast sandwich. She pulled it out and took a big bite. “Wow, this is good!” she exclaimed, her eyes widening in delight.

Jimmy beamed at her reaction. “See? I told you it was a game-changer! Now you know why I love this place.”

Rhea chuckled, savoring the taste. “I definitely understand now. I might have to make this a regular thing!”

They continued their walk, the night filled with laughter and the kind of comfortable silence that came with sharing simple moments. As they neared the hotel, Rhea couldn’t help but feel grateful for this unexpected adventure with Jimmy, the blend of excitement and camaraderie leaving her with a sense of warmth.

—

As the soft glow of the hotel room lights dimmed, Rhea turned on her side to face Jimmy, who was already lying in his own bed across the room. “Hey, what type of gear do you think we should do for Survivor Series?” she asked, her voice low but curious.

Jimmy propped himself up on his elbow, considering her question. “Honestly? As soon as we land in Canada, we’ll start brainstorming. We can come up with something that stands out—something that feels unique to both of us,” he replied, a hint of enthusiasm creeping into his voice.

Rhea smiled at that. “Thank you for getting us separate beds,” she said, her tone sincere.

“I told you,” Jimmy replied with a shrug, “I’m not gonna make you uncomfortable. In Houston, it was different because we didn’t have time to figure it out, but don’t worry. We’ll keep it professional.”

“Thank you,” Rhea said again, appreciating his thoughtfulness. She turned off her bedside lamp, plunging the room into soft shadows. “Goodnight, Jimmy.”

“Goodnight, Rhea,” he replied, settling back into his pillows.

As the quiet settled over the room, both of them soon drifted off into sleep. But in the depths of Jimmy’s dreams, the boundaries between reality and imagination blurred. He found himself on a picturesque boat, the sun casting golden rays across the shimmering water.

Suddenly, Rhea appeared beside him, her laughter echoing as the boat gently rocked. She leaned in, her eyes sparkling mischievously. Without warning, she pressed her lips against his in a soft, lingering kiss. It was electric, filled with an unspoken connection that felt so real. The world around them faded away, leaving just the two of them in that moment.

In the dream, everything felt perfect. The warmth of the sun, the gentle breeze, and the taste of saltwater on his lips. Jimmy could feel his heart racing as Rhea pulled back, her smile wide and inviting. “See? This is nice,” she said playfully, her voice a melodic echo.

Jimmy said, “You know what would be better?”

“What is that?” She asked.

“You showing me how much you love me..”

Rhea took Jimmy’s hand. She led him to the cabin below deck, her eyes gleaming with desire. Jimmy followed her, his heart pounding in his chest. Once inside, Rhea pushed him against the wall and started kissing him again. Jimmy moaned as he felt her hands undoing his shorts, freeing his hard cock.

Rhea knelt down in front of him and took his cock in her mouth. Jimmy closed his eyes and threw his head back, enjoying the sensation of her warm mouth around his cock. Rhea sucked and licked his cock, her tongue swirling around the tip. Jimmy couldn't take it anymore, he needed to be inside her.

He pulled Rhea up and laid her down on the bed. He spread her legs wide open and admired her wet pussy. Rhea moaned as she felt Jimmy’s fingers entering her, preparing her for his cock. Jimmy positioned himself above her and slowly entered her. Rhea wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her.

Jimmy started thrusting slowly, savoring the sensation of her tight pussy around his cock. Rhea matched his rhythm, her moans getting louder with every thrust. Jimmy increased his pace, his balls slapping against Rhea's ass. Rhea dug her nails into his back, her orgasm building up inside her.

But just as he wanted to climax into her, the scene began to dissolve, and he felt himself slipping back into the depths of slumber. The sex lingered in his mind, filling him with an ache he couldn't quite place-a mix of longing and an undeniable attraction.

As the dream faded away, Jimmy found himself stirring in his sleep, a soft smile crossing his face.

[iomoru]

Writing request, neuvillette x reader studying for a big exam (in university, not an underage reader)

Quiet Moments

A/n: I'm really thankful you corrected me earlier, I also kinda read your blog and found out that you have autism and I deeply apologize for my misunderstanding (◞‸◟ㆀ)

Genre: Modern! Au, College! Au, Fluff, Gn! Reader, Neuvillette x Reader, Second Person, Proofread

Summary: While studying for an upcoming board exam in a quiet library, you and Neuvillette share snacks and light banter. As you support each other through the material, a genuine connection blossoms between you. With each moment spent together, you realize that the bond you've formed is just as important as the knowledge you’re gaining.

The library was unusually quiet, the only sounds being the soft rustling of pages turning and the occasional scribble of pens on paper. You sat at a cozy wooden table, surrounded by towering stacks of textbooks, the faint scent of old pages filling the air. It was the perfect atmosphere for studying, and you were grateful for it, especially with the looming board exam just a week away.

Across the table sat Neuvillette, your study partner and a fellow university student. His presence was both calming and inspiring, his focused demeanor always motivating you to push through the most challenging subjects. Today, he was engrossed in a thick textbook, his brow furrowed in concentration, a pencil tapping rhythmically against the side of his book.

You watched him for a moment, admiring the way he bit his lip in thought. The way his glasses slid slightly down his nose made him look even more endearing. You couldn’t help but smile, feeling a warmth spread in your chest.

"Hey, Neuvillette," you called softly, leaning forward on your elbows. "Do you think we’ll actually survive this exam?"

He looked up, a playful glint in his eyes. "Survive? I’d say we’ll thrive if we keep up this momentum." His voice was smooth, almost melodic, and it sent a flutter through you.

"Is that so?" You grinned, trying to hide your excitement. "You’re the one who’s been dragging me through the chapters, I’m pretty sure I’m just along for the ride."

Neuvillette chuckled, a deep, warm sound that made your heart race. "You underestimate your capabilities. You’re doing great, and you’re much smarter than you give yourself credit for."

His praise made you blush, and you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Thanks, but I think I’d be even better if we took a break. How about a quick snack? We’ve been at this for hours."

"Snacks do sound quite delightful," he replied, closing his textbook with a soft thud. "Let’s take a break then."

You both made your way to the library café, the soft chatter of students providing a comforting backdrop as you selected your snacks. You grabbed a chocolate croissant, while Neuvillette opted for a classic blueberry muffin. As you settled back at your table, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of contentment.

"Do you think we’ll be okay?" you asked, breaking the comfortable silence between you as you took a bite of your croissant.

"Absolutely," he said, his expression turning serious. "We’ve been studying hard, and I believe in us." He reached across the table, his hand hovering over yours for a brief moment before he pulled back. "Plus, we make a great team."

Your heart fluttered again at his words, and you felt a wave of warmth wash over you. "We really do, don’t we?"

The conversation flowed easily after that, with light banter and laughter filling the space around you. You shared stories of your favorite classes and discussed your study strategies, enjoying the effortless connection that seemed to blossom with every passing moment.

Eventually, you fell into a comfortable silence, munching on your snacks as you looked over your notes. Neuvillette leaned back in his chair, a contented smile on his face as he observed you.

"What is it?" you asked, looking up at him curiously.

"Just appreciating the moment," he replied softly. "It’s nice to share this experience with someone who makes it enjoyable."

You felt your cheeks flush at his sincerity, your heart skipping a beat. "I feel the same way. Studying with you makes it a lot less stressful."

He tilted his head slightly, a teasing glint in his eyes. "I’m glad to be your stress-reliever. Should I be concerned about how much stress I might be causing you next week during the exam?"

You laughed, shaking your head. "Only if you keep being so charming! I can’t focus when you look at me like that."

His expression shifted slightly, the teasing smile replaced by something more sincere. "I only look at you like that because I admire you, [Name]. You’re incredibly talented and hardworking, and I want to support you in any way I can."

You felt your heart soar at his words, and the air seemed to shift between you, creating a bubble of warmth and understanding. "Thank you, Neuvillette. That means a lot to me."

With the break coming to a close, you returned to your notes, but now with a renewed sense of motivation. The study session resumed, but this time, you found yourself glancing up at Neuvillette more often, your mind racing with thoughts not solely about the exam but about the connection you were fostering.

As the afternoon sunlight streamed through the large windows, illuminating the library in a warm glow, you couldn’t help but feel that no matter what happened in the upcoming exam, you had already found something even more valuable—a bond with Neuvillette that felt like a beautiful beginning of something new.

A/n: neuvillette is so babygirl 🙏

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[too0bsessedformyowngood]

Sorta a continuation of this post.

I’ve been thinking more about reverse robins AU with Duke as the Dick/Nightwing parallel, and I have some ideas.

So like, Duke came first. He was the light to Batman’s darkness. I don’t know if he would start off with Signal or another mantle and become Signal later on, but he definitely had the bright colors from the start. Batman might be the Dark Knight but Duke was Gotham’s (K)night Light. Batman fought what hid in the shadows but Signal chased the shadows away, provided a guiding light home. He was the Sunshine when the never ending grey clouds got too thick. He was Gothams hope and inspiration for a brighter future.

But don’t forget he was also a menace. I don’t think it would go down exactly like it did in the comics, it was the early years for Batman-and for the villains as well. After Duke’s parents were gone (maybe by Joker still turning them mad with Joker gas in Joker earliest year, maybe year one for him or something else) he started planning. He started working harder in school, focusing on the sciences to one day make a cure but also would go out looking for his parents, like in canon. He would stumble into things way bigger, overhearing plots from villains and mafias and decided to become an inconvenience for them. Letting the airs out of tires when no one was watching, a fire alarm pulled right before an attack, door stoppers on the outside of each door to a warehouse trapping the villains who where planning inside. A sudden strong of bad luck befalling the main terrors of Gotham. It didn’t go unnoticed, especially by Batman. Duke kept his streak of being unseen until one night he crossed paths with the Bat.

Bruce for his part would have know about the little boy who lost his parents in the attack, and it would have also brought up some memories for him as well. He would have kept a small track of him, but noticed he was in foster care so didn’t do much until one day he came across the reason behind all the karma the villain have be having. Looking into the boys eyes and seeing the same fire that he had, blazing more fierce as Duke explains how he will find his parents and save them, and if he could prevent more bad things along the way he will. Something pinging in Bruce’s soul, this kid lost his parents like he did but not fully, and he still had hope among the need for justice, something that had faded so long ago for himself. He took Duke back that day, promising that he will find Duke’s parents, and kept a closer eye on him after the fact.

Duke noticed that after that day it became like clockwork, he would sneak out, search Gotham, cause a little chaos, get caught by the Bat and brought back to his current foster home. Bruce did some digging, looked for Dukes parents but also found out that Leslie Thompkins was the person in charge of Duke’s case. After a few weeks of the new schedule he met up with Dr. Thompkins. They talked about how Duke has been bounced around from home to home and sneaking out to find his parents almost every night. After a long conversation, and not as much convincing as one would expect, Duke found himself being driven to his next foster home, Wayne Manor.

Okay I’m going to leave this here for now. I ended up writing so much more than I though I would lmao. I have more ideas and will probably continue this soon.

[itischeese]

more kakaobi sketches from my last couple of sketchbooks

bonus hokage rin:

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

my how to write a short story video hitting the algorithm and gaining 4.5k views in a month is soooo important to me like that “formula” is one of my best pieces of writing theory I’ve put out!!!

[itspupppycat]

I’m taking a little break from the Langleys to switch saves and work on a cas contest for this awesome discord server I’m in 🤭 I just need to decide which townie I’m making over and what fashion aesthetic to use.

Drop some suggested townies and fashion aesthetics!

[goldensunset]

now that my sisters are hooked on playstation gaming bc they got to try it for a bit i’m like guuuuys if we all pool our money we could invest in a ps5 together… (they want to play the fanciest most realistic games from this decade and i want to play a clunky series that’s older than me)

[theswedishpajas]

*gestures???*

@theundertalenebulartheory

(Go check them out!!!!!)

[piierrote]

i have been supremely grinding away at new products for thoughtbubble so i apologise for a lack of cool art to share !! i’ve also been terribly working near full time at the bar so evilly have had less time to do cool stuff </3 i miss it desperately

[biting-miguel-ohara]

would you mind writing another logan x ftm!reader, maybe with some praise kink and clothes sharing? love your writing at any rate, you're awesome!

Thank you for the request!

It’s been written and will be posted within a few days!

Also, thank you so much for the kind words! 🥹 It makes me really happy to know people like what I write!

[age-of-moonknight]

i just have to say that whenever theres a new comic featuring moon knight i IMMEDIATELY check your blog so i can read your tags... like i genuinely love hearing your thoughts so much

!!!! oh my goodness, thank you so much for taking the time to shoot me a message, particularly one that !!!! honestly has made my entire day! I’m really, incredibly honored and so glad that you enjoy this blog so much. Thanks again and here’s to many more Moon Knight comics and appearances in the future 🤍🖤

[inkykeiji]

Clarii what draft/story are you currently or are most excited about working on in the future??

omg anon such a fun question!!! okay SO! for genshin, i’m most excited about my junkie ajax x reader x phd student alhaitham fic. i started writing this piece way back in 2022, fell out of love with genshin, revised the piece to be dazai x reader x chuuya, fell back in love with genshin and revised it again to be with the characters i originally wrote it for. i just need to finish the smut scene,, and possibly add another,, and then it’s ready to FINALLY be shared!

for bnha, i’m most excited about my gas station attendant dabi fic (something only rae n leila actually know about HAHAHA) orrrrr my keigo-nii fic <333 gas station attendant dabi is probably some of the best writing i’ve ever created, and whatever you think it is a story about i can almost guarantee it isn’t >:) and then kei-nii is just a really sweet, really special story with a message that’s very important to me. also i miss keigo LMAOO

[anqelsweep]

just wanted to drop by and say i love everything you're doing with judy. from her discography to her music video lores to her backstory / background, it's all very great & i love it all, it's really evident how much you put effort into her & i think that's really great. judy is truly one of my favorite ocs currently & i hope you're proud of her & everything. even her name is so pretty?? sometimes i'll see photos of irene and think of judy first??? and i just think that signifies just how amazing & meaningful judy is, if that makes any sense. anyway, have a lovely day or night, stay hydrated & healthy. both you & judy are loved very much!

thank you for saying this <333 it makes my heart feel good to see people like judy! it kinda look me revamping her a couple times to fully love her and now i really do love her. atm my favorite thing is to think of lore for judy’s music shahs. thank you for liking judy so much <333 i’ve also caught myself looking at irene and thing of judy or searching ‘judy song’ on pinterest or something lmao.

please stay hydrated and healthy as well!!!

[crownin-thestars]

Welcome to I don’t know what the spidersona’s suit is supposed to look like yet

I say spidersona as if this isn’t just basically an oc

Merlyn Meyers mainly uses they/them but goes by any pronouns and uses masc terms, they are from earth-3378

I don’t know how to draw the lineart was just already existing before I finished it