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4500 Follower Celebration Bingo - Family: Mitch Ripley x Reader

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The reason Mitch has an indefinite invitation to Sunday Dinner.

Companion piece to:

Winter Blues - Mitch struggles during the winter months.

Emergency Contact - You help Mitch out in a tricky situation.

Big Heart - How it starts between you and Mitch.

You’re on a date. Mitch can see that from his position at the other end of the bar where he sits nursing a beer, waiting for his friend Alec to turn up. You’re dressed to the nines in a pretty blue dress that brings out the hues in your eyes and heels that are giving him thoughts he shouldn’t be having about someone he considers a close friend.

The guy you’re with, he’s handsy. He’s constantly leaning in close, touching you. Mitch can tell you don’t like it by your body language. You’re angled away from him, edged on the furthest part of your seat.

You’ll stay for one drink he summarises before you make your excuses.

It’s when you return from the bathroom that he realises that something’s wrong, there’s an unsteadiness to your motions, an odd vacant smile on your features. If he didn’t know any better he’s say you were high but he knows that’s not your style.

You have very strong opinions on drugs especially after seeing the damage they do on a daily basis, you wouldn’t put yourself or your job at risk. He’s already on his feet and heading towards you before your date can step in.

“Marley.” He says as he loops his arm around your waist and you tuck yourself against him as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Mitch,” You says excitedly, your fingertips grazing across his cheekbone. “I didn’t know you were here.”

He flinches at your touch because he doesn’t expect it. He’s reserved with his affection, he doesn’t like people in his personal space and you have always respected that. The fact you’re touching him so intimately is an side effect of whatever drug has been slipped into your drink. GHB, he suspects.

There had been a notice from CPD just this week for medical staff to be aware that they’d seen a spike of GHB related sexual assaults. There had been six in as many weeks, always occurring on a Friday or Saturday night. He looks to the bar but your date has disappeared, probably thrown off by Mitch’s appearance.

He knows ambulance times are slammed at this point in the evening so he hails a cab and takes you to Med. You take two steps the E.D and pass out, he barely manages to catch you in time. He ends up carrying you into Bay 2, your head tucked against his chest as he describes his suspicions to Maggie and Connor Rhodes. He waits outside while they examine you, taking your phone to call your parents as Doris contacts CPD.

He's still by your bedside, researching the long term effects of GHB on the nervous system when you finally wake up hours later completely disorientated.

“You’re safe.” Is the first thing he tells you as he squeezes your hand. “Your mom’s just gone to the café to grab some coffee, she’ll be right back.”

“I don’t understand what happened.” You say as you squeeze his hand back.

He tries to explain it as gently as he can but he can see you’re getting upset as the reality of the situation dawns on you. He slips out when your mom returns so that he can give his statement to CPD.

It’s as he’s getting ready to leave that your mom catches up with him. Its four in the morning and he’s dead on his feet. Your sleeping peacefully now, under the watchful eyes of medical staff and your mother.

“I want to thank you.” She says sincerely as she clasps both of his hands in hers. “Marley’s the only girl in our family and the baby, we’re all very protective of her. I dread to think what would have happened if you weren’t there.”

She hugs him then and Mitch stiffens because he doesn’t know what to do. He’s never experienced a mother’s affection before, he doesn’t expect it from this woman. He understands in that moment where your compassion comes from, your empathy. This is what real family looks like, the people who are supposed to love you, who care for you.

“Will you tell her I’ll check back in tomorrow?” He says softly as he draws away.

“Of course.” She says with a smile that looks like yours and Mitch tucks his hands into his pockets as he heads towards the exit.

It’s during his shift the following day that the gift basket is delivered. You’ve been discharged into your parents care by then and apparently your mom is driving you crazy. It’s filled with all the healthy snacks he loves as well as a few of his favourite IPAs.

Thank you for taking care of our girl, the card reads.

Mitch snaps a picture of it before he sends it to you with a message that says ‘tell your mom I said thanks’.

You’re part of the family now, you text back and Mitch pauses for a moment as a warm feeling blossoms in this chest.

If there’s any family he’d like to be a part of, it’s certainly yours.

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IM BACK

Hey guys I'm so sorry I know it's been forever but I'm back and my requests are FULLY open while I work on BOTH of my other series. I'm going to open my requests to all of you my only rules are no NSFW cuz I just don't feel comfortable writing that but this is who I will write for

Seth Borden

Sam AND/OR Colby

Jake Webber

Johnnie Guilbert

Tengen(Demon Slayer)

Obanai(Demon Slayer)

Giyuu(Demon Slayer)

Shinobu(Demon Slayer)

Muzan (Demon Slayer)

Rhea Ripley

Nathan frazer

Sol Ruca

Bayley

Tony De'Angelo

Damien priest

Chase Atlantic (just specify which one)

Spencer Agnew

Damien Hass

Baji (tokyo Rev)

Harry Hook

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The Better Brand (Rhea Ripley x Reader)

You stood in the ring, excited to make your big announcement. Robert, your ex-husband, had been trying to sign Rhea Ripley to his brand for a while now. Tonight, you’d be telling world that Rhea Ripley was a part of the Y/n Y/l/n brand. Something you knew would infuriate your husband and draw other superstars to want you as their manager. 

“It is good to be back,” you said to the crowd. It had been almost a full year since you had last been on television. Robert had been your husband and manager then, but now he was just your competition. Instead of trying to restart your wrestling career, you embarked on one as a manager. “Almost a year ago I stood here with Robert Stone and had my career essentially ended. Tonight, I stand here with a challenge for my dear ex husband. Your client against my client.” 

You waited for him to come out and either accept or decline your challenge. It took a couple of minutes, but eventually he joined you in the ring with Aaliyah. You remembered a time when the two of you were allies and would help each other out, but now was a different time. You were looking out for yourself and Rhea at the moment, but eventually you hoped to have other clients. This match would hopefully prove to the roster that you were worth looking into as a manager. 

“I accept your challenge. Hopefully this will teach you that you don’t belong here at WWE,” Robert told you. You shook on it and then Rhea’s music hit. Robert and Aaliyah both turned and looked towards the ramp with wide eyes. “Wait, no, no!” 

“I believe you’ve met my client, Rhea,” you told him. You walked past him to help Rhea into the ring. A ref was brought in and both you and Robert stepped out of the ring. Rhea came in like a hurricane and dominated the match. Robert was desperate, trying to distract the ref and Rhea, but none of it worked. Eventually, you got fed up with it and took him out. You turned around just in time to watch Rhea pin Aaliyah. 

“This isn’t over!” Robert yelled at you. 

“It is, the bell rang. If you don’t mind, I’ve got business to attend to.” You linked arms with Rhea and the two of you walked off together. “That was amazing.” 

“Good booking. I’ve got a great manager.” Rhea leaned down and kissed you. You kissed her back and then met with an interviewer to talk about your new partnership. 

“I’m here with Rhea Ripley and her new manager, Y/n Y/l/n. That was quite a debut for you Y/n as a manager. Are you looking for more clients?” McKenzie Mitchell asked you. 

“I’ll accept anybody who wants to be a champion. Robert, he’s too desperate, it gets in the way. His brand, it won’t get anybody anywhere. My focus is not on making my brand known, but making my clients champions,” you answered and Rhea nodded in approval. Rhea did the rest of the interview and then the two of you went back to the locker room. 

“It’s a shame you don’t wrestle anymore. We could have cut great promos against each other,” Rhea told you. 

“Well, maybe when we get you that championship belt.” You toyed with the idea of wrestling again in your mind. “For now, let’s focus on building this up as much as we can.” 

“Fine by me.” Rhea kissed your cheek as she pulled her shirt off. She changed and then the two of you went back to place for the night.

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Bite me on my neck

For Mitch Ripley please and thank you!

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Companion piece to:

Emergency Contact - You help Mitch out in a tricky situation.

Big Heart - How it starts between you and Mitch.

The Morning After - Mitch makes a decision after the two of you spend the night together.

It’s purely by accident that Mitch discovers you like it when he gets a little rough. Up until now he’s always been tender, playful. The two of you are just having a little fun, keeping it casual.

It’s different tonight because Mitch he’s a little jealous. He’d been coming back from bar with drinks when he saw a guy trying to chat you up at the pool table. You’d sent him on his way but it’s a stark reminder that you don’t belong to Mitch, that he may be warming your bed but you aren’t his, not yet.

He’s thrusting deep inside you, his mouth on your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point when he feels your body arch and your pussy clench around his cock.

“You like that?” He whispers into your ear. “The idea of me marking you up?”

“Yes.” You murmur as he buries his face into the curve of your throat. “I need it a little rough tonight Mitch, I need…”

He bites you then, his teeth sinking into your shoulder and the sound you make as you grip his dick…

He almost loses it.

“Tell me what else you like.” He requests and it gets filthy after that because you’re such a dirty girl, and Mitch, he had no fucking clue. You’ve always been straight laced, playing things by the book, he had no idea he had a temptress on his hands.

He’s ruined in the aftermath, breathless, tangled up in your sheets, his back scratched up. You aren’t much better, your skin is flushed, and you’re covered in his love marks, neck, shoulders, breasts. The essence of him is everywhere blossoming across your flesh and Mitch loves it the sight of it.

“And here’s me thinking you were a good girl.” He smiles as his mouth captures yours again, his thumb chasing over the apple of your cheek.

“No.” You whisper as your fingers thread through his hair. “I just didn’t know how to ask.”

“You don’t have to be shy with me.” He tells you, his nose trailing along yours. “I’d give you anything Marley, anything you damn well want.”

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12. Find someone who grow flowers in the darkest part of you

Mitch & Marley Ripley

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There are times when the darkness gets too much for Mitch, when it overwhelms him, crushes him. It usually happens in winter when the sky is grey and the cold sets in. Those are the days he runs the heating at full blast, checks the emergency kits almost daily and makes sure there’s a stock of food you can live off for weeks in the kitchen.

“Something happened to you as a child didn’t it?” You say as he stores another twelve pack of bottled water alongside his fridge. “During the winter…”

It’s the first time you’ve addressed his history. The two of you have been friends for a while now and he feels comfortable enough to let you into his space but his past, that’s not something he brings up. He doesn’t want you to know how fucked up he really is.

“My mother wasn’t a good parent.” He says by way of explanation and he sees the realisation dawn in your eyes. “There were a lot times we did without.”

The concept must seem alien to you he thinks. You come from a good family, a warm, stable home. Your parents and brothers are all in positions where they help people, they give back to the community. He doesn’t begrudge you for it, but he does envy you.

You must see that this season is hard for him because you start to drop by regularly. Mitch, he would spent the entire winter in bed if he could, sleeping it away between his shifts but you don’t let him. You force him to interact, to engage with the world.

You turn up on his doorstep with leftovers from your mother’s Sunday dinners because he feels too shy to attend, even thought he has an indefinite invitation. You stay late to watch movies with him and get up early to go running, despite the fact your preferred method of exercise is swimming. Pockets of light start to blossom in his world and that weight he’s been carrying, it doesn’t seem so heavy anymore.

When spring starts to come around, he’s in the best mental state he’s been in years and he knows that’s thanks to you, to your care, your diligence.

“Thank you.” He says one morning after your run together. “For checking in on me, winter’s always hard for me.”

It’s hard for him to express how he feels sometimes, to acknowledge that he struggles, that it’s probably going to happen again. He worries that it’s too much for you, that now that you’ve seen the shift you won’t want to stick around anymore.

“You don’t have to thank me.” You say, nudging his shoulder with your own. “It’s what friends do right?”

Friends...

Mitch has never had a friend like you.

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He hides his heart and hurt because he kinda had to

For Mitch Ripley, please and thank you!

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Companion piece to

Drove All Night - Mitch hates the idea of you spending your birthday alone. 

Seperation!Series:

Marley 2.0 - Mitch doesn't realise your hiding a secret from him.

Not Your Problem - Mitch feels you pulling away from him.

In the weeks after Mitch leaves you he locks away every vulnerable part of himself into a little box and tosses away the key. He self-medicates, upping his medication because he doesn’t want to feel a God damn thing. His world becomes grey again, he’s stoic, numb. It’s the only way he can cope with the end of his marriage.

There’s radio silence from the both of you. He sees you in passing at the hospital but you don’t speak to one another, he can’t even look at you. He knows there’s rumours flying, but Mitch can’t even bring himself to care. Nothing touches him anymore.

He’s filling in one of his patient charts when LJ appears alongside him, completing the intake paperwork from an accident that occurred with a tractor. Mitch has managed to avoid the other man up until this point, he simply pretends he doesn’t exist.

“I’m sorry to hear about you and Marley.” LJ says and Mitch just shrugs his shoulders.

“Why?” He says despondently. “You can have her all to yourself now, I’m not in the way anymore.”

“I don’t understand...” LJ says as Mitch stares down at the tablet in his hand, his knuckles turning while as he grips it.

“I know about the two of you.” Mitch says tilting his head towards LJ, meeting the other man’s gaze. “That it started in St Clair, continued when you got back home.”

“What? That’s not…”

Mitch shakes his head, cutting the other man off.

“I don’t care.” He tells him because honestly he doesn’t want to hear the denials and all that shit, he’s too exhausted, too emotionally wrung out. “The two of you can do what the fuck you want. I didn’t fucking care.”

He walks away then, the tablet cradled to his chest because that ache he’s been trying to push away, it’s back with a vengeance. He heads to his locker and he pops another pill, and then another. He’s lost track of how many he’s up to, all he knows is he’ll take as many as he can to drown out the misery that keeps rising up inside of him.  

He spends the next few hours in a dissociative state, people talk to him and he responds but it’s all automatic. He doesn’t recall these conversations, he only has an awareness of them.

He’s refilling his water bottle when the seizure happens. There’s a raising sensation in his stomach, his arms start to tingle and he’s rocked by a sudden wave of nausea. The water bottle slips from his hand, clattering to the floor as the lightheadness hits and his entire world slips sideways. He smashes  his head on the way down, it bounces off the coffee table, knocking him out as his body hits the tiles.

It's ten minutes later that Hannah Asher finds him, sprawled out, broken, bleeding.

You’re the first person she calls.

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Expresso prompt list:

40. I believe that our mistakes are what makes us us

Mitch Ripley & Marley

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Seperation!Series:

Marley 2.0 - Mitch doesn't realise your hiding a secret from him.

Not Your Problem - Mitch feels you pulling away from him.

Pill Popping - Mitch confronts LJ about what happened in St Clair.

Not Enough - Mitch realises he won't ever be enough for you after you reveal what happened in St Clair.

Despite his protests Mitch has to have mandatory counselling. He’s made it clear to Doctor Charles and Ms Goodwin that his overdose was not intentional but they both agree he’s had a lot on his plate. If he wants to return to work he needs to be signed off by a mental health professional which is why he ends up in Elle Abrams office, discussing the collapse of his marriage in painstaking detail.

“I’m filing for a separation.” He tells her as he stares down at the bag where the envelop resides. “I’m going to drop the paperwork off at her parents’ house this afternoon, Marley’s been staying there since I told her I can’t give her kids.”

You should take the house, you had told him. You built that place with your own hands, it’s only fair.

He knows that’s not the real reason. That place, it’s the only home he’s ever really known and you want him to have that, for him to have a place where he feels safe especially in the midst of all this upheaval.

“Can we circle back to that?” Elle asks him. “You say you can’t…”

“It’s nothing physical.” He tells her, shaking his head. “It’s just… You know the kind of father I would be with my history.”

“Do you think you’d hurt a baby?” Elle asks him and he gives her a contemptuous look. “That you’d neglect it?”

“Of course not!”

Elle inclines her head and he realises his reaction to her words was exactly the point.

“You are more than your childhood Mitch, you aren’t doomed to repeat the mistakes your mother made. The fact you’re here, actively engaging proves that.” Elle reminds him and those words, they stick in his brain.

He goes home to an empty house and he thinks about that. He thinks about how his history taints his view of the world, how hard it is for him to see beyond it. He thinks about your nephews, the time he’s spent with them over the past couple of years and the yearning he feels in his chest when he sees you interact with them.

Before you he never envisioned getting married, owning a home, starting a family. They were tickboxes on someone else’s list but being with you it opened him up to a world of possibilities, his life became, richer, fuller.

“Do you really not want kids?” Elle had asked him at the end of their session. “Or are you letting your past dictate your future?”

It’s a question that Mitch doesn’t have the answer to just yet.

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I gave your name as my emergency phone call

For Mitch Ripley, please and thank you!

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Mitch has never had an emergency contact, not since he aged out of the foster system. His cheeks flush when Goodwin approaches him about the empty box on the form because it means admitting he doesn’t actually have anybody in his life that gives a shit about him.  

He’s still staring at the damn box when you appear alongside of him to complete the intake paperwork for your latest patient. His eyebrows are furrowed into a frown, his jaw clenched, it looks like there’s a war inside him, one that he can’t hope to win. It’s when you lean over and catch a glimpse at the document that you understand the issue.

You’ve only known Mitch for a few months at this point but you’ve had enough pool table conversations with him to understand his family aren’t in the picture and his friends aren’t the type you’d trust to make a medical decision on your behalf.  He looks up at you helplessly and you reach over taking the pen from his hand before filling in your contact details.

“There.” You say before pushing the form back towards him. “Now you don’t have to worry about someone understanding the medical jargon if you ever get admitted.”

“Thank you.” He says quietly, the edges of his mouth tipping up into a smile. “I have to submit this but drinks are on me tonight if you happen to be at Molly’s.”

“I’ll be there.” You assure him. “You just make sure to bring your wallet.”

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Seperation!Series Part Four: Not Enough - Mitch Ripley x Reader

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Seperation!Series:

Marley 2.0 - Mitch doesn't realise your hiding a secret from him.

Not Your Problem - Mitch feels you pulling away from him.

Pill Popping - Mitch confronts LJ about what happened in St Clair.

“I pissed myself didn’t I?” are the first words out of Mitch’s mouth when he wakes up in one of the bays in the ED, tucked into a hospital bed wearing a nothing but gown and paper underwear. 

“Do you really want me to answer that question?” You ask him, your grip tightening on his hand. “Or would you like to remain in blissful ignorance.”

His eyebrows furrow into a frown before he winces, his fingertips brushing over the stitches holding the gash in his forehead together.

“Seven stitches.” You tell him as he runs his fingers over it. “You hit your head on the way down.”

The coffee table, he summarises before he returns his attention back to you.

You look like hell, dark circles under your eyes, waxy skin. He can tell you’ve lost weight, it’s in the way you don’t quite fill out your clothes the way you used to. He stares down at your hand, so small, so dainty in his own and he thinks maybe he got this wrong, maybe it wasn’t about L.J.

“Marley,” He says softly, his thumb chasing over your wedding ring. “I don’t understand how we got here. One minute we were happy and the next…”

He shakes his head as he struggles to find the words.

“What was the breaking point?” He says finally, his eyes stinging. “What was it that I did that made you not love me?”

“Mitch…” You begin and he knows that tone, it’s the one you use to placate him but Mitch he isn’t looking for comfort, he just wants answers.

“I just need to know what I did wrong.” He whispers.

“It wasn’t you.” You find yourself telling him. “Something happened to me after you left St Clair, something I didn’t know how to deal with…”

His grip on your hand tightens and you pause because the truth is you don’t know how to vocalise the next part because the moment you do it changes things, for you and your marriage. However you can’t keep going on like this, you owe it to Mitch to be honest, to help him understand that it isn’t him that’s the problem, it’s you.

“A couple of days after you left I had miscarriage.” You say quietly, your gaze fixed on the paper hospital hand looped around his wrist. “L.J was there, he realised what was happening, took me to the hospital, called my mom…”

“You were pregnant?” He asks, his voice rough with emotion and finally your gaze raises to meet his.

There’s such agony in those eyes of yours, so much distress. You’ve been carrying this thing around with you for weeks, keeping it all locked it up inside and it’s only now that Mitch realises that you were grieving, that’s what the distance has been about, the pulling away from him. You’ve been trying to cope with this all alone and Mitch can’t fathom why.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks you. “I could have helped you. I could have…”

“You don’t want kids Mitch.” You say quietly, pulling your hand away and tucking it into your jacket. “And it wasn’t until it happened that I realised I do.”

“Marley.” He says, that familiar ache starting to blossom in his chest. “You know my history…”

Mitch, he would give you absolutely anything in the world except for one thing and it’s the one thing you’re asking him for. He won’t bring a child into this fucked up place, not with him as a father. He won’t do that to you, he won’t do that to his baby.

“I do…” You tell him, your eyes lined with tears. “And I thought I was ok with that.”

“But now you’re not.” He says, his mouth setting into a grim line because this right here, right now, it feels like a betrayal.

The two of you have talked about kids, he wanted to have that discussion before you got married because he wanted to make sure you knew what you were getting into. You’d told him you didn’t need babies, that your love for him was unconditional and Mitch, he had been stupid enough to believe you.

“I want a family with you Mitch.” You tell him, wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand. “I want to raise children together, to have a house filled with laughter, with love. Do you think… Do you think that maybe that’s something we could have?”

“No Marley," He says sadly. "It’s not.”

His gaze strays down at the silver band on his finger. This is the end, he can feel it because Mitch isn’t enough, he’ll will never be enough, for you or anybody else.

“You should leave.” He tells you and you both know he’s not talking about this hospital bay. “I can’t give you what you want so you need to do what's best for you and leave.”

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Not Your Problem: Mitch Ripley x Reader

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Companion piece to Drove All Night and Marley 2.0

You’re pulling away from him, Mitch can feel it. It’s in the way you draw away when he touches you, the faraway look in your eyes when your watching the TV, like your not really there, not really seeing. He tries to talk to you about it but you tell him that you’re fine, that you’re just tired.

It goes on for a couple of weeks until the day he turns up at the firehouse to drop off lunch and he’s told you’re not there, you’ve taken the day off for an appointment, one that he knows nothing about.

It brings up a lot of emotions for him, fear, anxiety and anger. He decides to head in early for his shift because he knows it’ll do no good to sit at home and dwell on it. The run will clear his mind, help him get a little clarity on the situation.

It’s when he makes it to the parking lot, he sees you and LJ. The two of you have been working a lot together recently, ever since you completed SAR training. When he looks back he realises that’s when the distance started, when you returned from St Clair. Loren had been one of the trainers there. It’s when he sees the other man reach out and clasp your hands that it all make sense.

Something inside of him just breaks because all of his worse fears, they’re coming true. He’s not good enough for you, you know that now, you’re just trying to figure out a way to tell him.

When you come home that night, his clothes, his toiletries, they’re gone. You turn on your phone and there’s a couple of missed calls, a voice mail from a couple of hours ago.

Don’t worry, Mitch says to the sound of traffic in the background. I’m not your problem anymore.  

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Mitch Ripley, a pool, a cat and fireworks.

Please and thank you!

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It’s Fourth of July weekend and Mitch ends up face down in the paddling pool that’s shaped like a kitty cat. He’s just thankful there were no kids in it at the time.

Your parents are hosting a cookout for the holiday and the back garden is filled with emergency response workers. You come from a legacy family. Your father’s a fire chief, your brothers are both firefighters and your mother’s a nurse in the neonatal unit. Even Marley 2.0 used to be in the service. He’d retired due to PTSD because he’d spent too much time in a warzones, which is why he goes absolutely batshit crazy when the fireworks start to go off.

As soon as the first boom resounds he bolts for his safe space, the snug little area behind the couch. Mitch has his back to him, he doesn’t even see him coming. He just knows one minute, he’s sipping his beer and telling you how pretty you look in that dress and the next he’s drowning in less a foot of water.

When he manages to clamber his way out of the pool he’s soaked through to his skin and more concerned about the dog. He heads inside to towel himself dry and retrieve a set of spare clothing from your father. It’s as he’s coming down the stairs in a fresh shirt and swim shorts that he spots Marley 2.0’s tail sticking out from behind the sofa. He hears that low whine as another firework goes off and his heart just breaks. He’s been there, scared, terrified of the world outside. Only his safe space used to be at the bottom of a closet when his mother had one of her parties.

When you go in search of him a half an hour later, you find him sitting alongside the couch, with Marley’s head in his lap, his fingers stroking over the Labrador’s fur.

“He was a bit frightened so I thought I’d sit with him, talk to him a little. He seems to have settled now.” He says, his voice a low, even pitch. You sit down beside him, your back coming to rest against the living room wall.

“You are a very special person.” You say and he shakes his head, his gaze lingering on Marley as he prods Mitch’s palm with his nose.

“No.” He tells you as he soothes over Marley’s head. “I just know what it’s like, to feel like that.”

You forget sometimes, about his history. Most of the time, he’s this strong confident man, controlled and capable but then there’s a moment like this and you remember how vulnerable he is, the suffering he’s endured.

“I love you, you know?” You say affectionately because sometimes Mitch needs a little reassurance and you sense it’s one of those times.

“I know.” He whispers, his lips brushing over your forehead before he smiles. “Marley does too.”

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"i know you think you’re all alone out there, but you’re not"

Mitch Ripley

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Seperation!Series:

Marley 2.0 - Mitch doesn't realise your hiding a secret from him.

Not Your Problem - Mitch feels you pulling away from him.

Pill Popping - Mitch confronts LJ about what happened in St Clair.

Not Enough - Mitch realises he won't ever be enough for you after you reveal what happened in St Clair.

Therapy Sessions - Mitch talks through his issues with his counsellor.

Hollow - Mitch returns home to an empty house.

Mitch finds you in the park you used to play in as a child. You’re sitting on the swing in a navy blue quilted jacket that used to belong to him, your hands holding onto the chains as it rocks to and fro in the breeze.

It’s the place you come to when your world’s in turmoil, somewhere with happy memories where nothing can harm you. You don’t say anything when he sits down on the swing alongside of you, you simply stare straight ahead at the duck pond as the drizzle soaks your hair.

“Your mom called.” He says breaking the silence. “She told me what happened today.”

Your jaw clenches as you inhale sharply and he realises in that moment that you’re trying not to cry.

“It was a rural hospital.” You say finally, using the back of your hand to wipe the teats from under your eyes. “They weren’t equipped for the kind of complications I was having.”

If you’d been in Chicago when you miscarried, the procedure probably would have been completed with minimal scarring. Instead you’d had a junior doctor who was undertaking his first D&C alone and fucked things up so badly that you’ve just discovered that you couldn’t have children, no matter how much you may want them.

“I’m sorry.” He says softly. “I know it feels like you’re alone right now but you’re not…”

You laugh then and the sound it cuts through him like a scalpel because it’s just so fucking bitter.

“I don’t have a husband Mitch. I don’t have a baby. I can’t even have a family anymore which is the reason we split up in the first place.” You remind him, your eyes filled with anguish as you tilt your head to look at him. “There’s just me right now, screaming into the fucking void because God has found every single way he can to fuck me.”

Mitch raises from his swing and crouches down in front of you. His hands encompass your chilled features, his thumbs chasing away the frustrated tears that leak down your cheeks.

“Marley, you have me.” He tells you fiercely. “You have me right here fighting in your corner, and I will always be here whether we’re together or not. None of this changes how I feel about you, none of this stops me from loving you as much as I do.”

“That’s easy for you to say now that children have been taken off the table.” You tell him. “I’m the perfect woman for you now aren’t I? The wife that can’t bear children. It’s exactly what you what you wanted.”

“No Marley, it’s not.” He promises you, his voice so fucking earnest it wounds you. “I want to start a family with you, I was just too scared of fucking of it up. I was letting my past mess with my head and I’m working through that but you have to know that I never wanted this, I never wanted any of this to happen to you.”

It’s raining harder now, the droplets soaking the two of you as Mitch’s forehead against yours.

“Take me home Mitch.” You whisper against his lips. “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

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Birthday Bingo Celebration: Drove All Night - Mitch Ripley x Reader

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Mitch hates the idea of you spending your birthday alone. You always make such a big deal out of his, with cake and balloons, and that one time a confetti cannon. You’d make love amongst the streamers that time, laughing at the shiny bits of paper stuck to your skin in the aftermath.

“We can celebrate when I get back.” You tell him as he sits on the bed and watches you pack for a week away of Search and Rescue training in St Clair, almost four hours away.

It gets worse when he discovers the motel the government have put you up in is basically a murder hole, with tepid water, a mattress that’s defiantly been fucked into submission and paper thin walls.

“I may as well be in the room with them, watching them have sex.” You tell Mitch over Whatsapp. He hates it.

When he finishes his shift at Med he makes the four and half hour drive to St Clair, thinking over the arrangements he’s made for tonight. Nestled carefully in the passenger side footwell is the cake Sean and Roxie made for you, along with gifts from both them and him.

He’s booked a hotel for the night, somewhere classy close to the Rescue Training Centre with a spa. He’s reserved the thermal suite for private access as well as booking a massage for you because your body has been aching from all the scenarios they’ve been running you through and that crappy bed.

You're surprised when you open the door to see him standing there. Mitch, he’s more concerned about the fact the motel manager gave him your room number without checking in with you first.

“I’m busting you out.” He tells you before jerking his thumb towards the rental car. “Grab your things, we’re spending the night somewhere else.”

When he pulls up at the hotel he can tell you’re trying not to cry. The past couple of days have been a test of your emotional and physical endurance, you’re worn out, sore, and overwrought.

“Don’t worry baby.” He says as he cradles your face between his hands. “I’m taking care of you tonight.”

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4000 Follower Celebration: Cufflinks -Mitch Ripley x Reader

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Hitting the 'And what if I don't accept it? Will you scream at me? Hit me? Again?' Square on the bingo card.

It’s the wedding that prompts Mitch’s mother to try to insert herself into his life again. He doesn’t know how she hears about it, only that she spends the next couple of days blowing up his phone. He ignores it the same way he has every other time because he doesn’t want his mother to ruin all the good things he has in his life.

It’s a couple of days before the event that she manages to track him down. He’s sitting in the café at the hospital going over the final revision of his speech when she drops down into the seat across from him. His breath catches in his throat, his heart pounding a little harder in his chest. Just being in her presence drags up all of those memories, the ones he’s spent years trying to forget.

“I wanted to give you this, it’s a wedding gift.” She tells, setting down a small box in front of him. He stares down at it frozen, unable to move a single muscle. She scowls then, opening it herself. It’s a pair of cufflinks, the tag from the pawnshop still attached.

It takes him back a couple of decades, to the last time he was in his mother’s custody. He’d been eleven years old when she’d forced him to break into a house in Forest Glen with her, he’d pawned a set of gold cufflinks the next day to pay for food. Only his mom had come back from the store with a couple of bags of meth and box of booze. She’d had a party later that night, got Mitch a little drunk.

“Don’t worry baby.” She had told him as she poured vodka down his throat. “It’ll make it easier.”

It was the first time she sold him to her dealer. He still can’t look at a bottle of vodka without his skin feeling like it wants to crawl right off his bones.

“I don’t want it.” Mitch rasps back in the present, shoving the cufflinks away from him. “I don’t want anything from you.”

“Mitchell.” She chides, pushing them back in his direction. “Take them.”

It’s another echo, a man’s heavy breath in his ear as he’s held down, face pressed so hard into his pillow that he almost suffocates.

Take it like a man.

“What if I don't accept it?” He asks her, his voice a hoarse whisper. “You’ll scream at me? Hit me? Sell me?”

“Why can’t you ever just be grateful?” She snaps at him, gesturing at the cufflinks. “I came here with a gift…”

“Grateful.” He repeats, the word tastes acidic on his tongue. “I’m supposed to be grateful that you sold my virginity to your dealer and his buddies? That it’s taken until my late thirties to actually form a healthy relationship because before that I was incapable. I’m supposed to be grateful for that? I’m supposed to thank you for it?”

His eyes are fucking stinging as he raises to his feet, clasping his tablet to his chest. He knows he’s on the fringes of a panic attack, his chest heaves, his throat constricts. His head  starts spinning as the edges of his vision turn black.

It’s Sean Archer that intervenes, that grasps his arm and guides him towards the sensory room they use for kids who are neurodivergent.  He closes the door, shutting out Mitch’s mom as Mitch drops into a chair, his trembling hands covering his face. He’s so bitterly ashamed right now, it leaves him feeling hollow and vacant as Sean kneels in front of him. There’s a calmness in the other man that he finds grounding, it anchors him in the moment, bringing him back to himself as they work through the breathing exercises together.

In for five, hold for five, out for five.

His hands stop shaking, his nerves began to settle.

“It happened to me too, at Sea Cadets.” Sean says quietly into the space in between them. “It’s why I went off the rails, became an addict. My dad doesn’t know. It was his idea for me to go, a way of following in his footsteps. He didn’t understand when I wanted to quit…”

Mitch understands what he’s not saying. Sean can never tell Dean about what happened to him. It’s always been the crux between the two of them because on some level Sean blamed his father for making him go back to that place week after week. It’s only through therapy that Sean’s learned to let go of all of that, that he’s managed to regain a relationship with his father again.

“I can’t forgive her.” Mitch tells Sean as he looks away. “I can’t have her at the wedding, my past and present colliding like that, I just can’t.”

“You don’t have to.” Sean reassures him, his palm coming to rest on his friend’s shoulder. “Do you want me to call Marley?”

“No.” Mitch says quietly, running his hands through his hair. “She’s on shift and I’m not…”

He trails off and Sean gets it. He’s not ready to talk about what happened to him back then. It had taken Sean a long  time to trust someone else with that information, there had been some triggers when it came to sex, things he’d had to explain to his partner.

“Alright.” Sean says softly before he pulls out his phone and holds it out to Mitch. “Wanna read through my best man speech? Tell me which embarrassing stories I can’t tell.”

“Yea.” Mitch says, the edges of his mouth tipping up into a smile for the first time since this whole ordeal started. “Yea Sean, I do.”

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Seperation!Series:

Marley 2.0 - Mitch doesn't realise your hiding a secret from him.

Not Your Problem - Mitch feels you pulling away from him.

Pill Popping - Mitch confronts LJ about what happened in St Clair.

Not Enough - Mitch realises he won't ever be enough for you after you reveal what happened in St Clair.

Therapy Sessions - Mitch discusses the situation with his counsellor.

After he’s released from the hospital, Mitch returns to the house that the two of you built together. Already he can see you’re in the process of moving out, most of your clothes are gone as are some of your most precious items and a couple of books.

He finds the deed to the house on the kitchen table. You’ve had your name removed so that the property belongs entirely to him. It makes his heart sink because Mitch never wanted this, the two of you were supposed to live in this place forever and now it’s just him.

He doesn’t go to bed that night, instead he curls up on the couch with a blanket, the sports channel playing in the background. The house is too quiet without you, the bed too lonely.

He thinks about texting you but he doubts you’d want to hear from him. After all he’s the one that’s fucked up your marriage, he’s the one that can’t give you what you want.

He slides his phone underneath the cushion only to withdraw it when it chimes loudly, informing him he has a message. He’s surprised to find it’s from you.

I miss you, you’ve text him.

I miss you too, he texts back.

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Sending hugs always!

Meeting you was the best moment of my life.

For Mitch Ripley please and thank you!

I did change my name. Formerly the bejeweledwatercat. That was the post I tagged you in yesterday.

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Mitch finds it hard sometimes, to say how he feels. It usually you that takes the lead when it comes to conversations about the difficult stuff, about emotions and feelings.

You were the first one to say I love you.

The one that asked him to move in.

It was you that brought up the topic of marriage after the two of you had moved into the house last year. He understood at the time that you were testing the waters, feeling it out to see if it was something he would be open to. For Mitch it had come completely out of the blue. He was just coming to terms with finding a home, the thought of taking the next step hadn’t even crossed his mind.

You could see that he was struggling with the concept so you’d let go.

It had never occurred to him that you might want to marry him. You’re the first long term relationship he’s had in his life and the only person he’s ever been in love with, he’s just happy that he gets to have that.

The more he thinks about it, the more he likes the idea of becoming your husband. There’s a security and stability that comes with marriage that something deep down inside of him craves. The thought of belonging to someone like that, belonging to you like that…

Mitch wants it more than anything, which is why he’s sitting at the kitchen table while you’re on shift, brain storming exactly what he wants to say to you.

“Marley,” He writes in the notepad he’s been using to plan his proposal. “Meeting you was the best moment of my life.”

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