#see there’s a ring on Zoey’s hand :)

[jurassiccraft]

I prefer women (as inspired by this tweet)

[houseofripley]

Save A Horse Ride A Cowgirl

Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+, Cunnilingus, Strap-On, Riding, Orgasm Denial, Fingering (for like 2 seconds. don’t blink), Light Degradation, Spanking, Backshots, Lil bit of a mommy kink.

WORD COUNT: 2,736

A/N: -panting and out of breath- honey! it took me 800 hours but your oneshot is finished!

seriously tho sorry for the mid! writers block was beating my ass during this for no reason

Survivor Series, the day the wrestling community waited months for. You were sat at the edge of the bed in your hotel room, staring into the loud TV, waiting for your girlfriend to make her appearance for her match against Zoey Stark. 

You were supposed to be there but of course Rhea’s magment had fucked up their dates, leaving you without a pass to the event.

It killed both of you knowing you wouldn’t be backstage to cheer on Rhea. 

Anytime a pay-per-view even came around you’d clear your entire schedule just to support and help Rhea prepare. She took such good care of you it was the least you could do. Although you couldn’t physically be at the arena you still flew out to Chicago to at least be able to spend a little bit of time with Rhea.

You were pulled away from your train of thought as Rhea’s music soon started blaring through the stadium, “And her opponent, representing The Judgment Day, she is the women's world champion, Rhea Ripley!” The announcer yelled out as Rhea made her entrance, wearing what was possibly the sexiest gear she has ever worn.

“Holy shit-” You mumbled to yourself, leaning forward trying to get a closer look. Rhea looked insane. Her hair was in a faux mohawk, stripes of eyeliner ran over her eyes in a lighting strike pattern, black lipstick was smudged onto her right cheek. 

Rhea’s eyes never broke contact with the camera lens as she made her way down the ramp, she knew you'd be right on the receiving end of her gaze.

Once Rhea made her way into the ring you were able to catch a good glimpse at her gear. She sported a black vest over a black and white plunge top that was split down the middle, her shorts following the same theme while her boots displayed a cow print. But the bread and butter of this outfit was the black assless chaps. 

This outfit had to have been the reason Rhea was so protective over her suitcase these past few days. 

You sat eagerly watching the match, which was short yet action packed. Rhea had thrown Zoey around like she was nothing the entire match, your mind couldn't help but wonder what it’d look like if Rhea had manhandled you in the same way.

Rhea had retained her title with ease, barely breaking a sweat during the length of her match. You were quick to pick up your phone and congratulate her,

Y: YOU DID IT LOVEEEE!!!! and you looked good as hell while doing it….

Rhea replied about ten minutes later with a full body mirror selfie to show off her look, this time with an addition of a black cowboy hat and her hair out of the faux mohawk.

R: thank you baby, my hair wouldn’t fit in my hat so we had to ditch that plan :/ 

Y:  god damn! ditch wrestling and become a cowboy! 

Y: it’s so unfair i don’t get to see you like that rn urghhh

R: i know baby, i promise i’ll make it up to you tonight. look, i gotta go do a few things, i’ll see you in an hour or two okay?

Y: you better…now shoo and don’t keep me waiting for you all night

You huffed as you dropped your phone down onto your lap. The wait for Rhea had officially begun. 

There was one match left before the main war games match. Knowing Rhea would make an appearance in that last match you decided to rile her up a bit beforehand. 

You made your way to your suitcase and began searching for the new lingerie set you had bought just days ago while Rhea was training. You pulled out a bra made of intricate lacing along with the matching crotchless panties and garter belt. 

Once you had slipped into the lace you stationed yourself in front of the mirror. You used your free hand to grope your breast as you snapped a photo and sent it to Rhea.

Y: excited to see mami on my screen.

R: naughty girl…

R: are you really trying to get yourself into trouble right now?

Y: well i just figured since mami sent me such a sexy pic earlier i’d return the favor. i can send another one if you'd like…

You didn’t give Rhea the opportunity to reply before you snapped another picture, this time slightly rotating to your side to catch the curvature of your ass.

Seen at 9:36 pm.

You stared at your phone waiting for her reply but attention was pulled away as you heard The Judgment Day being announced, Rhea was nowhere to be seen as they made their entrance. You pouted as you laid down in the bed, your knees slightly spread as you watched in anticipation for Rhea’s appearance.

After a long match, intense and still no reply Rhea finally arrived at the end of the match, she came barreling down the ramp, this time wearing her cowboy hat with Priest’s MITB briefcase clenched in her hands.

You quickly took the opportunity to send Rhea a picture of your hand resting in between your thighs as she paraded on the screen in front of you. 

Y: just remembered a quote, something about save a horse, ride a cowgirl…

Another waiting game began. As much as you loved seeing Rhea clearly flustered on the screen you couldn’t wait for her to get to the locker room and see the message you left for her.

After a failed cash-in and two surprise returns from Randy Orton and CM Punk the main event finally came to a close, meaning Rhea was finally able to return to her phone. You picked up your phone to view your previous message exchanges with Rhea.

A text bubble appeared, indicating Rhea was on the other side drafting up her response. You chewed down on your cheek eagerly watching your phone. 

The text bubble disappeared.

Seen at 10:24pm.

You whined to yourself, a wetness growing between your legs. You attempted to make multiple calls to Rhea, only for each and every one of them to be ignored. You slumped into the bed, giving up on making contact with the woman.

Just moments later a banner popped up at the top of your phone,

R: face down ass up. you have two minutes.

Rhea had finally given you the attention you were craving. You needed her touch badly, so you gladly obeyed her demands getting into position in the center of the bed. Your face sunk into your pillow while your bare cunt peeked through the gap of your crotchless panties as you took in the sensation of the crisp hotel air that kissed your wetness.

You soon heard the quiet unlatching of the door followed by shuffling fabric. You peeked over to see Rhea, in that damn cowboy hat, discarding her streetwear to reveal the gear you’d been fawning over all night.

Rhea’s gaze was fixed on your arching back as she crept her way towards you. 

“Such a little slut for me,” Rhea husked, her weight sinking onto the bed as you waved your ass in the air. She took a moment to admire the sight of your wet cunt glistening in the dimmed light. 

“Just the thought of Mami has you all worked up.” Rhea relished, her hands skimming over the delicate skin of your ass before dropping a slap down onto you, causing a muffled yelp to leave your mouth.

Rhea moved her pointer finger to your heat and began to trace the skin around your wetness. Her finger took its time inching towards your hole before being pushed into you at a painfully slow pace, making you whine out into your pillow“Mami, please.” 

“What a needy girl.” Rhea taunted, watching you squirm against her finger, “Such a wreck already...” She hummed in response to your whining when she pulled her finger out of you. 

Both Rhea’s hands took ahold of your ass cheeks giving them a squeeze before she brought her face just centimeters from your aching heat. Shivers snuck up your spine as her heavy breaths brushed against your wetness. Her lips wrapped around you, her tongue beginning to draw circles perimitering your clit.

Rhea then pulled back and spat onto your cunt causing a high pitched ‘fuck’ to leave your mouth. She hummed to herself in satisfaction while she took you back into her mouth. Her hands still clenched to your ass as she began devouring you, acting as if she was having her final meal. 

All you could do was cling to the bedsheets and cry out into your pillow as Rhea took as much of you as she could in her mouth, her tongue piercing reaching brand new places. Due to your current position the tip of Rhea’s nose was repeatedly brushing against your entrance, adding fuel to the fire that was burning inside you.

“Gonna cum, Mami!” You pulled your head up from your pillow and moaned out. 

You could feel Rhea scoff against you before prying herself off your cunt, “No you’re not,” She groused, withdrawing all touch from you. “Such a spoiled girl, thinking you get to cum after teasing me when I’m working.”

“Please Mami! I’ll do anything- Just touch me, let me cum.” You pleaded, turning your head to look back at her with scrunched brows.

“You can beg all you want…but we both know that you won't cum until I say so.” Rhea’s tone was smug as she stood up from the bed. “Now…stay there and don’t even think about moving.” She growled on, making her way into the bathroom before closing the door behind her. 

You humphed to yourself, letting your head fall down to your pillow. It took everything in you to restrain your hands from touching yourself, but you knew if Rhea ever caught you pleasuring yourself she would push you to your breaking point. 

Several minutes had passed, your orgasm that was once near had seemingly wandered off. Your eyes were focused on the bathroom door as the knob rotated and Rhea emerged. Her shorts had disappeared and been replaced with a black strap-on…yet her chaps were still on. The sight alone had you arching your back as she lurched towards you.

“Look at you…all ready for Mami’s cock.” She murmured, crawling up behind you. She spat onto the silicon and slowly began jerking herself off, spreading her saliva over the toy before prodding at your slick coated entrance.

“Mami-” You purred out as the tip of Rhea’s toy pressed into your needy hole. Your walls were soon engulfing the entirety of her length. 

You had little to no time to adjust to her girth before she started ripping into you, leaving you at a loss for words. One of her hands was clamped to your hip while the other delivered a sharp slap to your ass before grabbing a fistful of your hair. “This is what you wanted isn’t it-” She groaned out while your cunt pulsed around her toy. “Sending me pictures of you whoring around the room, you were just begging to be ruined.”

The only sounds leaving your mouth were jumbled vowels mixed in with moans, she had you completely unable to form a sentence. You were powerless as Rhea pulled you up by your arms, bringing your back to press against her chest. 

You threw your head back against her shoulder as her hand trailed down to your clit, massaging quick circles against your swollen bud while continuing her merciless strokes.

“Don’t even think about it.” She whispered as you squirmed against her, letting out constant whines. Her free hand reached to wrap around your throat as you began rolling your hips back against Rhea. “Already fucking yourself against Mami’s cock?” She harshly questioned, her fingers adding more pressure against your clit, forcing a scream to come from your mouth.

“Such a slut.” Rhea lowly stated, letting go of the hold she had on you before pushing you back down to the bed. Her thrusts came to a halt as you rocked yourself on her cock. Her hand dropped a bitter spank on your skin, signaling for you to quicken your pace.

Rhea allowed you to fuck yourself on her strap while she caught her breath and admired the view she had of you. But your motions were abruptly cut off by Rhea’s hands firmly gripping your hips. You whimpered as she pulled herself out of you, leaving you empty.

Rhea flipped you onto your back before pulling you to sit upright. “You wanna ride Mami’s cock don’t you,” Her hoarse voice spoke, her hand moving to place her hat onto your head. You nodded, looking up to her with needy eyes while shifting to sit on your knees. “Use your words, princess.” She warned as her fingers gripped your jaw, taking control over you.

“Please, I've been waiting all night, Mami.” You swallowed, your breath shaking in anticipation as your hips wiggled with excitement.

“That’s it, good girl.” She hummed in approval, dropping the grip she had on your jaw. She brought herself to the head of the bed, resting her back on the headboard. You crawled up to her lap and situated your entrance to hover over Rhea’s tip. 

Your hands clutched Rhea’s shoulders as you began sinking yourself onto her length while moaning her name. As your hips started gradually bouncing, Rhea’s hands found themselves resting against your waist.

Meanwhile the pairs of your lips collided into a sloppy kiss. You whined into Rhea’s mouth, the piercing on her tongue brushing against your lip as her hands trailed to cup your breasts. Your eyes were glued shut as swayed yourself up and down Rhea’s length.

The overwhelming sense of pleasure was already washing over you. The combination of Rhea’s lips wandering to your neck, her digits toying with your nipples, and her cock being swallowed by your insides had your stomach contracting. 

Your pace picked up in speed as you tightened yourself around Rhea’s girth. As you focused on the movements in your hips Rhea’s attention was centered around your neck and collarbones, working on scattering reddish-purple marks against your skin. 

“Please-Can’t hold on any longer.” You pleaded with the woman through whimpers, your nails beginning to sink deeper into her shoulders. 

Rhea pulled herself from your neck, her hands moved to force your hips all the way to the base of her length. “Just one more minute, can you do that for me?” She questioned, her hands guiding you to rock back and forth.

“Y-Yes Mami,” You whimpered out at the sensation of your clit rocking against the leather band at the base of Rhea’s strap.

As the end of the excruciating sixty seconds neared your motions got sloppier with each motion. Rhea was sure guests in the other rooms  could hear your moans but you didn’t care, your mind was only focusing on not cumming at the exact moment.

“Open your eyes, pretty girl.” Rhea’s accent was thick as she spoke. “I want you to look at me while you cum all over my cock.” She added on while her fingers softly danced around your jawline.

Your eyes darted open once you heard Rhea finally give you permission to release yourself. Your vision was blurred by tears as you stared into Rhea’s oceanic blues. “Fuck-Oh! Mami!” You had barely managed to choke out, just seconds away from your climax. 

“C’mon,” Was the last thing you hear Rhea egg on before your orgasm flooded over you, leaving you crying out moans. Rhea’s hands moved to stabilize your twitching and shaking lower half. Quiet praises left your girlfriend's mouth as she helped you come down from your high. Your swollen lips placed a gentle peck against Rhea’s cheek as insignificant tears fell from your eyes.

“You okay, Princess? I didn’t hurt you did I?” Rhea’s gaze softened while her hands hurried to cup your face. 

You shook your head, giving her a weak smile, “Mm-mm, just felt really good…” You quietly replied as your arms wrapped behind Rhea’s neck. You gave Rhea a gentle smooch as she carefully pulled you off her length, the once black strap was now covered with scattered strings of whiteness.

“Alright, let’s get you cleaned up, pretty girl.”

[theladyofrosewater]

I have finally gotten Laurance's character sheet to a point where I'm actually okay with the result. I'll probably make some edits later. Character notes and lore undercut also content warning for general shadow knight stuff

Feel free to suggest the next character to get a character sheet!

I was aiming for a swimmers or acrobatic type of build for him so I tried to give him wider shoulders. I'm going to be basing all of the guard characters after some kind of sports athlete so feel free to give suggestions for future guards like Katelyn or Dante

In my rewrite Laurance was nearly torn in half (yikes) in the Nether and Sasha had to stitch him back together. He didn't fully die but his heart stopped for almost a minute before Sasha restarted it. Hence he got turned into a Shadow Knight although a lot more human than most

Laurance is missing part of his leg in my rewrite as well as being partially blind in one eye and this is from Ungrth's rescue mission, which sidenote I'm very tempted to mix wyverns and phoenixes together in my rewrite so that Laurance still loses his friend but is comforted by the fact that he'll be back someday.

His leg prosthetic is actually part of his shadow knight form and as a result he can get quite tired if he's on his feet all day. Dante and Garroth commissioned Kenmur to create a decent prosthetic for Laurance but the group disappears before Kenmur can finish it. Laurance uses a wooden crutch when he gets too tired or has a day off. It's quite well made and carved with a wyvern script spell for steady balance. It used to be Jon's but Hayden gifted it to him when he left Meteli for good. (Also sidenote I'm making Jon and Hayden married in my rewrite just because I think it would be good storytelling)

Laurance has always been clumsy but surprisingly enough his balance only suffered a little when adjusting to his new leg, and he's pretty good at adjusting to the vison loss. He will however sometimes be an idiot while exploring and that's why half the time he ends up in caves or old witches hideouts when he's exploring

Laurance's natural hair color was that nice brown we all know and maybe love and in my rewrite he still dyes it to match Cadenza however becoming a shadow knight kinda mess with his hair and now when it reaches a certain point it kinda sorta just turns orange and while Laurance may be a flirt he doesn't actually care that much about his apparence, as long as he's in good shape health wise he doesn't care, so his hair is left long.

Laurance's shadow knight armor is actually quite different from a lot of other shadow knights as he's technically still living. Shadow knights that are fueled by intense anger like Zenix or were turned when they were still living have a lava like substance glowing in the cracks of their armor. Shadow knights like Sasha, Vylad or Gene on the other hand have "dead" armor that is just rock and maybe a few gemstones. Becoming a full shadow knight takes either your memories or a part of your soul and unless Shad gives an individual that piece back or they are too filled with rage their armor is dead.

His normal guard armor is a mix of nether metals and draconic steel, Aphelia got it from Zoey and gifted it to Laurance when he was sworn in as a knight of Phoenix Drop. It has an extremely high melting point so Laurance can hid his leg if he wants too or he needs to for missions but often times in Phoenix Drop he doesn't bother unless it's cold or raining or Phoenix Drop is on high alert. The leg produces some heat enough to singe fabrics but isn't a fire hazard unless Laurance wants it to be

Laurance used to have a lot of keepsakes and jewelry but they were lost in the Nether. but you can see on the casual outfit that Cadenza has been sending him new rings :)

His hair does glow in Shadow Knight form and yes he has been used as a nightlight/ light source before but on the bright side he got the codename firefly so it's not a total loss. also his teeth are stronger but not sharper as only some shadow knights get fangs and it's seemingly random

I imagine him to be almost 23 and around 6'2 but only because he has a habit of only walking on the tips of his toes as Cadenza made him take the same dance tutor their dads hired for her. In reality he's like 6 ft on a good day.

[sydsaint]

Summary: The reader is a member of Judgment Day who piques Jey's interest.

"Jordan, grab my bag from the trunk, please." You ask McDonagh after you step out of the SUV with Rhea. 

"Grab mine too, Dom," Rhea adds from your side. 

Dominick and Jordan both nod and grab yours and Rhea's bags. The pair pop back up on either side of you and Rhea and everyone heads inside the arena. You and Rhea chat about the show while Dominick and Jordan trail after you. 

"I just remember that I've got that match against Zoey Stark tonight." You think aloud. "Ugh, what a pain in the ass, right?" 

"Got that right." Rhea agrees. "I still can't believe that Zoey thinks she has any chance of beating me at Survivor Series." She snorts. 

You and Rhea laugh and everyone files into the Judgement Day locker room. Damian and Finn are already there when you arrive so you walk over to Damian to chat. Jordan cautiously trails behind you, wary of being so close to Damian. 

"I see that you got your briefcase back." You notice that Damian has regained his MITB contract after Sami Zayn hijacked it a few days ago. "How'd you manage that?" You ask him. 

"Pearce had it in his office," Damian explains. "So either he made Sami give it to him. Or Zayn just dropped it off because he didn't want me to come looking for him." He sneers. 

You scoff and shrug. "I'd still kick his ass if I were you." You suggest. "The little weasel needs to be taught a lesson so he doesn't try and pull something like that again." 

"Oh, Sami will get his." Damian insists with a dark chuckle. "When the time is right." 

You nod and hang around for a bit longer until it's time for your match against Zoey Stark. "Come on, Jordan." You beckoned JD back to your side since he wandered off to chat with Finn. 

"Coming." Jordan hops to his feet and walks over to you. 

You make your way out to the ring with Jordan at your side for backup. Zoey Stark comes out a few moments later and the two of you start the match. 

Despite Zoey's best efforts, you make quick work of the blonde and start teasing her about Rhea once you've won. Jordan laughs and teases Zoey with you a bit until someone else's entrance music hits on the overhead speakers. Your head snaps to the top of the ramp as Jey Uso makes his way down to the ring. 

Jey makes his way down to the ring with a mic in hand and comes face-to-face with you in the ring. "Y/N, how's it going, shortie?" Jey flashes you a charming smile. 

"What do you want, Jey?" You turn your nose up at the defected Uso. "And where's your boyfriend at? I believe Damian would like a word with him." 

"This ain't about him," Jey replies. "I'm here to talk about us, baby." He informs you with a flirty grin. 

You raise a brow at Jey's claim and look him up and down briefly. "Us?" You repeat him. "Since when is there an us?" You ask him. 

"Yeah! She's with me!" Jordan speaks up from your side. 

"Shut your mouth, ol' big forehead looking ass." Jey snaps at Jordan and silences him. "The lady and I are talking." 

You hold back a snicker at Jey's comment and try to remain stoic. "I'm pretty sure this conversation is over." You insist. "Come on Jordan, let's leave Jey to call for his boyfriends." You gesture for Jordan to part the ring ropes for you. 

"Here, let me, baby." Jey shoves past Jordan and parts the ring ropes for you. "And hey, when you tired of having ol' big forehead over there following you around like a lost puppy? You know where to find me, baby. A girl like you should have a real man at your side." He flashes a grin at you. 

Jordan huffs and grumbles to himself as he hurries to catch up with you on the ramp. You walk backward a few steps as Jey stares at you from inside the ring. You stare back at him until Jordan sets a hand on your arm. 

"Y/N? Come on!" Jordan posters you. 

"I'm coming, Jordan. Geez. Pipe down." You snap back at him and head backstage. 

When you return to the locker room, you walk over to Rhea and Jordan finds Finn. Rhea congratulates you on beating Zoey as you sit down next to her. 

"Nice work taking out Starks." Rhea smiles at you. 

"Ah, it was light work." You wave your hand dismissively. "It should be an easy night for you at Survivor Series." You insist. 

Rhea nods in agreement and changes the subject. "And what about Jey Uso?" She asks you. 

"What about him?" You reply. 

You and Rhea chat about Jey for a bit and his potential in Judgement Day. Damian walks over to the two of you after a bit with some news. "Jey and Sami are tagging together in a bit against Kaiser and Vinci. Finn and I are going out there to get some revenge." He informs you and Rhea. 

"Okay." Rhea nods. "Why don't you take Y/N and Jordan with you?" She suggests. "You can mess with Jey a bit more." 

"Ooo, sounds fun." You agree and join Damian and Finn. 

Everyone heads out to the ring and Damian gets to work in attacking Sami. Finn goes after Giovanni and Jey, leaving Kaiser the only one not being attacked. You lock eyes with Kaiser and nudge Jordan on the arm. 

"I don't like how he's looking at me, Jordan, Take care of it." You send Jordan on his way. 

"What about me, baby?" Jey pops up at your side a few seconds later. 

You lock eyes with Jey and an amused smile cracks on your lips. "You're no better." You taunt him. 

"Oh, I don't think that's true, baby." Jey chuckles. "I know that you're into me, Y/N." He insists. "I can see it in your eyes." 

"I think that you need to get over yourself, Jey." You reply but take a step back as Jey advances on you. 

You back up and your back hits the ring so you stop. Jey steps up to you and looks you over. His gaze switches from your eyes to your lips a few times before he licks his own. "Why don't you let me show you what a real man is capable of?" He asks you suggestively. 

Before Jey can advance on you any further, Jordan pulls you away and back to the rest of the team. You laugh at Jordan's side and shrug at Jey. "Better luck next time, Jey!" You shout at him with an amused laugh. 

"Oh, I can wait, baby!" Jey shouts back at you. "Take all the time that you need. I'll be right here." He insists. 

You watch Jey as you walk back up the ramp. And you know that he means what he claims. 

[zoeybennett]

Zoey had come over early for the annual Brannon Christmas party. The girl showed up in a shirt red dress with leggings underneath. Her heels in her hands. Seeing as how she had to walk the seven blocks to his house. Both of her parents were working and Zoey refused to miss it. So she got dressed in the nicest thing she owned (which she felt like still didn’t meet their standards) and dug through her mothers jewelry for a pair of earrings to match the promise ring Asher gave her for her birthday, and took off on foot.

Zoey pushed the few strands of fallen hair behind her ear and knocked on the door, cursing to herself at her chipped nail polish and prayed no one would say anything. Xx @asherbrannon xX

[v4mp-reads]

Hello. I hope you doing well. I would like to request a Rhea Ripley X Fem! Reader where reader is a young wrestler and apart of The Judgement Day and ( also married to Rhea if possible) was out for a year and a half due to a ACL Injury caused by Nia Jax during a backstage attack and returns during a Nia Jax vs Zoey Stark Match to attack Nia but Rhea ends up stopping her during the attack carrying her backstage and consoling her as she breaks down and as Rhea is calming her Nia storms up and tries to confront reader but Rhea puts an stop to it before reader can go off again. If not I completely understand. Thanks

Not my gif^

Thank you for the request!

Rhea x Fem! Reader fluff

Warnings: fighting (in wrestling) spelling mistakes(I'm dyslexic)

Y/n's pov

Sitting in the judgment day locker room I stated at the tv screen as the announcers talked about Nias match with zoey stark. My blood ran hot as i have spent the last year and a half out on behalf of nia. Today was my first day back clear and I'm planning on making her regret what she did. Some other people where not very happy with that. Some people being rhea and Damian, rhea knew i wasnt going to be happy when nias match was the main event on my first day back, and she made me promise her, witch i crossed my fingers while promising, that i would stay in the locker room. Well that wasnt going to happen. I knew that rhea Damian would be talking with triple H while the match was going on because rhea would come out after the match. As it was a contenders match for a shot at her belt.

As i set back on the couch Rhea walked in. "Hi baby." She said sitting beside of me "whatcha thinking about" her ancient thick. "Just how much i want to rip her head off. Im tired of hearing nia this nia that" I had gotten quite frustrated "my love you will get your chance just not tonight" she placed her hand on my knee offering a soft smile. 'thats what you think', i said to my self.

Me and rhea sat there for about another 15 minutes before she was pulled out by someone to go talk to hunter. I waited as i watched the match start. Zoey started with the upper hand,this didnt last to long as nia caught zoey with a a few big blows to the chest. I took this as my moment. I made my way down telling the guy to play my song. Once i got out there nia had zoey up for a sumoen drop. I could here the announcers as they talked "y/r/n is back! It’s been almost year and a half since she was put out for a torn acl.” I watch as nias face goes white and she drops Zoey before being able to complete her move. I make my way to the ring grabbing a mike before Zoey hit Nia with a z360. Allowing her to win. As Zoey made her way out of the ring I made mine in. “Nia Nia Nia, long time no see.” I say leaning down to her laying on the Mat “now..remember about a year and a half ago when you thought it was a good idea to to attack me back stage. Well guess what. Karmas a bitch..and I guess my names karma” I threw the mike down but before I could hit her I hear Rheas music start to play. I turned to see her running to the ring, she grabs me by waist and pulled me out of the ring. “Y/n what the fuck was that?” She yelled “you seen what it was rhea. She deserved it! She put me out for almost two years!”

“Baby I get that, you will get the match but not like this. You are going to get fined” she continued as she pulled me back into the locker room. Tears of anger and frustration fall from my face “For almost 2 years rhea I have seen her get every thing she wanted after attacking me! I get tweets saying how I’ll never come back after that! What do you expect me to do. I can’t take it. I want my pay back. Because guess what she didn’t have a match when she attacked me, she didn’t get anything but a slap on the wrist. I lost a title opportunity. Thank goodness you whent on to win and I never want to take it from you my love, but that was my shot!” I cried out almost in a panic of anger and sadness.

She just looked at me with soft eyes, before pulling me into a tight hug, “I understand darling, i know it’s okay calm down y/n it will be alright” she said and continued to whisper soft nothings into my ear calming me down. This was until we heard a nock on the door thinking it was one of the other members we opened the door and Nia came barging in “who do you think you are!” She yelled in my face “ruining my match! You are nobody! And the only reason you are someone is because of little miss Rhea here!”

“How does it feel to lose a chance at a match. Huh! Like I said..karmas a bitch, and I’m karma!” I got closer to her, closing the gap between us, she was a bit taller than me but it didn’t matter. “I’ll just put you out for another year..or maybe I’ll be able to end your career before it even actually starts, that’s if it could even” she spat out, that’s when something in me snapped I went to punch her but before my hand could connect with anything Rhea pulled me back getting in between me and Nia “get out of my locker room, and don’t you dare talk to her like that again. I promise you. You will regret it” Rhea said in a scarily calm voice, that sent shivers down my spine. Nia stood face to face with her for another minute or two before walking out. That’s when the words actually hit me. Was I only someone because of her, is Rhea the only reason I have a chance here. She must of seen the look on my face because just then she places a small kiss on my lips “y/n l/n, you are the strongest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. You are amazing. You deserve everything. You made your own name not me.” She said softly

The end! Thank you for reading!

Xoxo, v4mp

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Rewind, Remix, & Replay Jay & Kim 5x17  

You can find the rest of the series here

This is a shorter, lighter one. The next few are probably going to be that way too. In the next few chapters, this story is going to get more AU while continuing to follow the storyline. Some chapters won’t have to do with episodes if there is nothing to build upon with Jay and Kim.

Kim’s eyes fluttered as she fought the sleep pulling her back under. She was exhausted and her body pulsed with a delicious soreness from being fucked well and thoroughly. Jay and Kim had fallen into bed, or in their case the couch, for the first time on Tuesday and now it was Saturday morning. The week passed by in a blur of working long hours during the day and having hot sex all night. Kim had gladly given up sleep, eating on a normal schedule, and various other trivial but necessary adult activities to make time for her and Jay’s rising libidos.

Kim had never understood when people said they craved sex. Kim liked sex. She liked how it made her feel, the stress it released, the calmness in her head, and the fatigue in her body after. Kim Burgess had wanted sex but she had never craved it. Not until she had rolled in the sheets with Jay Halstead. She now understood the ache in her lower belly that demanded sex.

Kim wiggled father into Jay's body. She was wrapped in his arms with their legs intertwined, her face buried in his strong chest. She groans lowly as Jay’s body moves as he turns to reach for the bedside table. Kim’s mind processes what I woke her, the ringing of a phone. “’s yours.” Jay’s voice is thick with sleep as he taps the cold plastic against her naked shoulder. Kim’s hand blindly reaches for it. Her eyes crack just a sliver to answer it and put it to her ear.

“Burgess,” She mumbled. Jay realizing she wasn’t getting up wrapped his arm around her again. His brain was fuzzy around the edges and his body was pleasantly sore. He listened to Kim hum and give short answers to the person on the phone. “Late night…Mhmm a crazy case…Yeah.” Kim bolted upright the covers falling to her naked waist. “Yeah, I can pick you up.” Jay watched her turn to get out of the bed as he lifted onto his elbow. Then she paused tension leaving her body, her eyes sliding back closed. “Oh, yeah, yeah, I can do that for sure. Wait, what time is it now?” Her voice rose in discombobulated confusion. “Right, okay, no problem at all Zoey, see you then.”

Jay watched in amusement as Kim dropped the phone onto the mattress at her side before rolling and tucking herself back against him. She moaned happily as her chilled skin pressed against his warm body. Her nipples were hard from the cool air and dragged against his bare skin. Jay tries to ignore how it makes his already half-hard cock harden more. His cock was seemingly the only part of his body that hadn’t tapped out in exhaustion from the prolonged activities from the night before. “Everything okay?”

“Mmmhmm, Zoey just wants me to pick her up from her dad’s at five.” Jay carded his fingers through her thick tresses, kissing her forehead.

“You want to get some brunch before you leave? I don’t think we ended up eating last night.” Jay felt her lips curve into a smile against his chest as she teased him.

“I vaguely remember you eating for hours last night.” The wetness still clinging to the inside of her thighs and the wet spot on the bed being solid evidence in that case. A cocky smile comes to Jay's mouth. “I will take you up on food though, after a nap. We got four hours. That should be long enough time for a shower too- if you can behave yourself.”

“Me?” Jay breathed out a laugh looking down at the vixen masquerading to be an angel in his arms. “You know I was good after round two last night. You were the one who woke me up with your mouth around my-” Kim bit down on his peck making him hiss. She soothed the bite with her tongue.

“Are you arguing with me, Halstead?” Jay opened his smartass remark on his tongue, “While I’m naked in your bed, wrapped around you?” Jay huffed out a sigh shifting so she was further in his embrace, head tucked under his chin.

“You make a good point, Burgess.” Kim pressed a kiss on his peck in reward for seeing it her way.

Kim was being drawn out of sleep by a strong hand caressing her back and a low voice calling her name. She rolls onto her back looking up to see Jay. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with a cup of coffee in his hand. “Hey,” He pushed her hair out of her face, “We slept later than planned. There is no time for lunch now but we can probably sneak in a quick shower- Don't worry I will behave myself; scouts honor.”

Kim pushes up onto her hands, “Can I have one of those,” Kim notices that he has pulled on boxers and seems much more awake than her. Not that was hard. Jay was a morning person. Kim swore he could wake up and be on his feet in ten seconds flat. It was annoying and endearing.

He wraps her hand around the cup. “This is for you.” Kim squeezed his hand before taking a huge gulp. She tried to shake the cobwebs out of her head. “You have an hour until you have to leave. Assuming that you are picking up Zoey from her dad’s house.”

“Yeah,” Kim's eyes dropped to her cup. Jay squeezed her arm comfortingly knowing there had been problems in that house. Kim was pretty tight-lipped about it but she had spilled a little information when she had been drunk. Jay had to half a mind to tell Jordan Sliver just what he thought of how he was treating his little girl. “Thank you,” She swiftly changed the subject looking at him doubtfully, “You were a boy scout?” His dimpled smile was the only response he gave. Kim squinted looking for signs of his deception.

Jay raised his hands in surrender, “Fine, I wasn’t but I promise you will leave on time. ” The way his eyes travel over her naked frame, she wonders how truthful that statement is. The room still smells of sex. It lingers on the sheet and their skin. She needs a shower before she picks Zoey up. “Maybe I’ll even bring over another pizza and dessert for you and Zoey tonight. I’ll even let you guys pick the movie- no complaints.” His smile is easygoing and Kim about kicks herself when the next words come out of her mouth without her permission.

“Jay, what are we doing?” She had been wondering about it all week and it finally bubbled over. Kim was an overthinker and had been struggling with not knowing how Jay felt about this whole situation. They had been friends who were filling a physical touch void, that she understood. Them sleeping together she understood too- the chemistry between them was something she had never felt before. But there was also this real friendship and care for her and Zoey. And it wasn’t just him going through the motions. Kim knew what that looked like. He genuinely wanted to be around.

Kim expected flowery words with no real weight behind them. False sincerity. That is what she was used to. It was what Adam had given her, and what other boyfriends before him had done. She wasn’t expecting his blunt honesty.

“I don’t know.” His expression is serious but he still has a lighthearted grin on his lips. “But I know I don’t want to stop, whatever this is. I know that I haven’t been this happy in-Fuck a really long time. And I promise that as long as we are sleeping together, I won’t sleep with anyone else. And that if anything changes, I will tell you.” Kim is silent as she absorbs what he is saying. She is strangely soothed by his words even with their lack of direction. Maybe it was because she knew they came from an honest place and he wouldn’t leave her wondering if something had changed. “I know that doesn’t really answer your question but is it good enough for now?”

“Yeah, more than good enough.” Kim agreed feeling surprisingly comfortable with the situation and lighthearted.

[bambipod]

espresso - charlie dompler

info - third-person, song fic, coffee shop au, fantasizing, fem!reader

You wipe down the counter of the local hole-in-the-wall coffee shop that you are currently employed to. Mornings usually aren't slow like this... it's boring.

The little bell on top of the door rings, and a man with a brown hat and an orange hoodie walks in. His hands in his pockets, and his unimpressed gaze is focused upon the menu on the wall. You recognize him.

You stand by the register and put your hands out on the counter in-front of yourself to start your usual spiel of, "Welcome in, how can I help you?"

The customer's tired eyes shift from the menu, to you, to the menu again, as he was thinking of what to order.

"Ooh, yeah," he started, "I'd like uh... you got any espresso?"

"Yeah," you say, "we do. Will that be a small, medium or large?"

"Medium."

"Got it," you say, pressing some buttons on the cash register. "That'll be $4.25. Name for the order?"

"Charlie," he replies simply.

The transaction goes smoothly and Charlie sits alone at a table near a window, showcasing the outside's busy streets and sidewalks.

The coffee is brewed in a take-out cup while your co-worker takes the orders another customer that had slowly trickled in.

You feel anxious as you take a permanent marker and write 'Charlie' on the side of the cup. You then cap the marker and put it in the pocket of your apron.

You stand behind the pick-up counter and call out, "For Charlie."

Charlie's head perks up as he looks up to find the source of the sound- you.

He gets up and approaches the counter nonchalantly, then taking his cup from the counter in-between the two of you.

"Thanks," Charlie says, his index finger brushing against yours. The two of you share a look, and you feel your face getting hot.

"Have a nice day," you say as he walks away.

Charlie becomes a regular and you grow to appreciate his bluntness and monotone voice, his slight awkwardness. The ordering turned into small-talk.

When you're home, you can't help but think of how it would be to have him to yourself. He's mentioned his girlfriend Zoey a few times, but you can't help to think that he needs you instead.

You can see it now- spraying your favorite, most fragrant perfume upon your neck and wrists before meeting with him outside of work. When you finally see him at that restaurant or park you two would decide to meet at, he would look at you with eyes like a sparkling void, that had been thinking about you all day and night.

You two can share the same twisted humor and he would be wrapped around your finger. You wonder what it would be like to have his big, strong arms wrapped around you on a cold night.

[dmysterioblog]

Chapter XIII ✧ The Last Time

Paring; Rhea Ripley x Roman Reigns

Summary: Rhea throws herself in the fire…literally

Warnings; angst

Word Count: 7.3k

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A/n: Yall ain’t see this one coming…

“You wanna chew?” Zoey asked as she arched an eyebrow at Rhea who was almost rushing in eating her breakfast. Both of them, as well as Raquel and Shayna, all sat together that Monday morning at the cafeteria as they had their breakfast at 9:00 AM. “You’re gonna choke yourself, slow down.”

“I’m gonna be late for this meeting- I need to hurry.” Rhea only said as she drank some of her juice after managing to immediately eat her sandwich.

“Well, we can take you there. Where is it at though?”

“Triple H’s office.” She quickly said as she gulped down her juice before she wiped her hands and mouth with a napkin. Raquel took a bite out of her toast before she ate it as she spoke.

“I spoke with Liv yesterday, like I told you.” She told Rhea who finished wiping her mouth and hands and looked at her.

“Did she say anything?”

“Well, she said she still wants the match, unfortunately.” Raquel began- causing Shayna to roll her eyes and mumble a ‘of course she does’ underneath her breath while Raquel continued speaking. “But she does want to talk to you personally before we go into Raw.”

“Talk about what? She clearly hates Rhea for what she did to her— no offense, Ripley—“ Zoey quickly pointed out as she looked at Rhea for a second before she turned back to the others. “What else could she possibly want aside from, you know, revenge? Payback?”

“Rhea’s title.” Shayna pointed out as she leaned back and drank her coffee.

“And that’s where you’re wrong. Cuz I’m taking it away from her.”

“In your dreams.” Rhea scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“I mean, I almost took it away from you at Crown Jewel, so…”

“I think all of us almost did.” Raquel clarified. “But to be fair, Rhea won in the end, so.”

“I mean hey, as long as Rhea doesn’t become a part-time champ like Roman—“ Zoey was cut off when Rhea gave her a look from where she sat. She immediately contemplated on what she said as she then took it back. “… I’m joking.”

“I’m gonna remember that when we step in the ring at Survivor Series.” Rhea told her before she sat up while Zoey grimaced.

“Fuck.”

“Should’ve kept your mouth shut.”

“Shut up, Shayna.”

“Okay, are we done here? We need to move now, órale pues.” Raquel urged them as she finished her breakfast while she also sat up.

“Yeah, we’re done, let’s go.”

The four began to walk away from the cafeteria as they chatted with one another. As she listened to Raquel speak about how she was possibly going to have a match against Nia next week, she then suddenly spotted Roman walking out the elevator along with Jimmy and Solo.

Part of her wanted to walk up to him, but she opted to look away and listen to Raquel speak and even chuckle in amusement. “Try to leave your make-up on her gear again, see how she’ll react.”

“Oh she’ll not like it. Trust me.” Shayna laughed as the four walked outside and went to Raquel’s rental car. “I’ll be the first one howling in laughter when that happens.”

“You gotta let Rhea deal with her next though.” Zoey told Raquel as they got inside the car. “Or- hold on, let Shayna deal with her.”

“Zoey, do you hate me that much?”

“Pft, no.”

Rhea was about to connect her phone to the car’s Bluetooth when Raquel beat her to it. “Nope, we’ll play mine today.” Rhea arched an eyebrow at that.

“Okay, Miss-Wants-To-Do-Everything, I see you.”

“It’s Monday, we gotta wake up.”

“Oh I know how to wake y’all up, hold on.” Zoey immediately rolled her window down before she crawled out and sat, pointing at Rhea and herself as she began to yell. “I want everyone here to look at us here, because we’re gonna beat the hell out of each other at Survivor-fucking-Series! WOO!”

“Oh my god—“ Rhea rubbed her face while Shayna laughed while Raquel chuckled and shook her head. Turning the engine on before she began to drive them away with Zoey crawling back inside the car. They were only five minutes away from their destination until Raquel had to head to the gas station to fill up the car’s tank. Shayna volunteered in doing so while Zoey went with her to buy something. Leaving both Raquel and Rhea inside the car.

“Hey Raq?”

“What?” Raquel asked as she was scrolling through her phone while Rhea spoke.

“Can you be honest with me? Brutally honest.”

“Yeah, sure, why?”

“… was I in the wrong for turning on Liv a year ago?”

Raquel lowered her phone at that as she remained silent for a few seconds before she spoke. “… look. Turning on her just to find your own way wasn’t the right way to go. I’ll admit it. You did her wrong.” She told her best friend. “If I were you, I would’ve ended things differently with her. You wanted to be successful, you wanted to become stronger- prove yourself, and I get that. But you didn’t have to hurt Liv in order to prove that.”

Rhea remained silent as she leaned back on her seat while Raquel turned to her. She then seemed to ponder before Raquel decided to speak. “But I had my fault in that too, Rhe Rhe. I did the same thing to you years ago. Which is why I really, really wanted to talk to you about all of this, along with Liv.”

“…”

“Rhea. We need to move on. All of us.”

“… I know.” She mumbled as she looked down. “I need to talk to her. And Dom. And possibly Reigns and—“

“Whoa slow down, just one at a time. Remember, you said you needed time, okay?”

“Raq, what if today’s my last day I get to live?”

“Oh please, don’t be dramatic—“

“I’m serious!” Rhea blurted out. “Just- okay, let’s say, if I was told and proven that my last day to live was today, what do you think would be the first thing I do?”

“Okay, one, you’re literally 27, you’re too young to die. You’re active, you’re healthy, and if someone tried to kill you then they wouldn’t even stand a chance to begin with.” Raquel scoffed. “And two, if you’re going to make amends, I’d say just talk to them separately. But please please give yourself a break too. You need it.”

“Yup! What she said!” They heard Zoey say as she got inside the car while Shayna was filling up the tank. “I don’t know what you guys are talking about but I agree.”

“¿Ya ves?” Raquel told Rhea. “Don’t overthink it, Rips. Everything’s going to be fine.”

“Guys, I don’t want to rush but I kinda need to go and train with Shayna in like thirty minutes.” Zoey said as she looked at the time on her phone.

“Well, tell Shayna to hurry.”

“Gotcha- Shayna, hurry your ass up, Rhea’s gonna be late for her meeting!”

“I’m almost done, damn!”

After Shayna was finished, she got back inside the car as she gave the fuel receipt to Raquel before she drove off with them.

“Call us when you’re done! We’ll meet back at the hotel to get ready!” Raquel called out from her car as Rhea walked away after bidding them goodbye.

“I will!”

She then watched as another car pulled over as soon as Raquel drove away. Standing near the building, she saw that it was Iyo and Damian as the latter was dropping him off. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips before he got out of the car as she drove away. Arching an eyebrow, she watched as he went up to her.

“So does this mean Bayley knows already?”

“Yeah well, about that… Dakota knows. And Kairi.” Damian told her as they both walked together inside the building. “Iyo wants to plan on telling Bayley today.”

“And you’re okay with it?”

“Well, just as long as Bayley doesn’t give me the stink eye, I think we’re good.” He simply said as he folded his hands inside his pockets before he turned to her. “And you? How have you been?”

“I’m fine, I guess.” Rhea told him as they both walked down the hall. “I mean, aside from feeling like crap… I’m okay.”

“Dom has been wanting to talk to you.” Damian stated to her. At that, she blinked as she turned to face him and stopped walking.

“He did?”

“Yeah. He asked me if it was the right thing to do. He didn’t know if he should either ignore you or settle things once and for all.” He said to her, “I told him you both should talk.”

“I’m probably gonna get a ‘I wouldn’t want us to talk again’ kind of thing.”

“Nah, you won’t.” Damián reassured her as she turned to face him.

“And how do you know that?”

“You’ll see. Oh, here they come.” He gestured behind her as they turned to see Finn and Dominik walk inside the building, along with the Bloodline as well.

“Sorry we’re late, traffic jam.” Finn said as he greeted the two with a fist bump.

“It’s all good man.”

“Yeah, you’re good. We only have fifteen minutes until the meeting.” Rhea reassured. Jimmy was then the next that came up to them as he also greeted them.

“Y’all ready for tonight? Cuz guess who just got permission to be your fourth member for War Games.” Jimmy said with a huge grin. At that, Finn, Damian, and Dom’s brows rose at the same time as they looked at him.

“Wait, for real?”

“But how- You’re on Smackdown—“

“Hey, our groups are officially gonna be 100% unified, remember?” The Uso twin told them. “We’re gonna be taking over Raw AND Smackdown soon!”

“Shit, you’re right.” Damián mumbled before a smile appeared on his face. “Well, we did prove that this deal did come in handy.”

“Hell yeah, Uce! Oh- by the way, should we come up with a new name? I don’t know, like I kinda don’t wanna ruin the whole vibe, you know what I’m saying?”

“Yeah, no, true,” Finn agreed. “But we should let Rhea and Roman decide that, we can talk about it more after the meeting—“

“Yeah, for sure—“

The group chatted amongst each other while Rhea also crossed her arms and leaned against the wall as she listened on. She then decided to take a seat to wait until they were called up for the meeting when Dom suddenly walked up and sat beside her.

“Hey…”

“Oh. Hey…” Rhea mumbled, looking at him momentarily before she looked down.

“… how have you been?” Dom was the first to ask while he also looked down on the floor. Another wave of guilt hit her yet again, knowing damn well that she should’ve been asking him that question instead, even though she already knew the answer to it.

“… I haven’t been doing well.” She mumbled as she leaned back on her seat. “It’s been…”

“I know.” Dom mumbled before he nodded in understanding. “Everything happened so fast and… we didn’t get the chance to properly talk about everything.”

At that, Rhea looked up at him while he seemed to think about what he wanted to tell her before he opened his mouth yet again. “Priest told me that… you had a mental breakdown after everything that happened at Crown Jewel.”

“What?” She blurted out as she blinked. “How did…?”

“Raquel told him. He was trying to check up on you, so he asked her.”

“Oh… right, yeah, that makes sense.”

“Yeah, well… anyways, I… I got worried.” He told her sincerely. “But I was also hurt, Rhea. I mean, if we’re going to be realistic here… you cheated on me. Twice.”

“And I would do anything to take it all back.” She told him while she swallowed back the knot that was forming in her throat. “I know that an apology isn’t going to fix this but… I don’t want us to end badly, Dom. I really don’t want you to…”

“To hate you?”

“… Yeah.”

She then closed her eyes after she gave her answer, still willing herself not to cry as Dom then spoke yet again.

“I don’t think I can even hate you right now, Rhea. It’s just…” Dom hesitated at first, pausing mid sentence before he took a deep breath. “… I don’t think it’s gonna work out between us this time. I think- I think we’re better off as friends. You have a lot to process and I need time too. But the last thing that I want you to think is that I’m gonna hate you. Because you’ve made it impossible for me to hate you.”

Rhea could only look down as he said this. Her urge to cry was still being held back as she took a deep breath which went noticed by him as he stood up with her.

“Hey, come here.” He told her softly as he embraced her while she also returned the hug. She pursed her lips together in a thin line as she tried her best not to cry right then and there. “I’m not mad anymore, okay? But… just know that this is for the better. We both deserve better. Even you.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I know.” He broke away slightly only to cup her face before he placed a hand on her shoulder. “But I’m not going to stop talking to you or anything, okay? Just because we’re breaking up, doesn’t mean that I’m going to leave Judgement Day- I mean, if we can even call it that at this point. We can still be friends, just like how we started off, remember?”

“Yeah… yeah.” She nodded while she gave him a sad, small smile, while he also returned it.

“Also… I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but,” He folded his hands inside his pocket. “Give the guy a chance.”

“Excuse me?”

“Roman. I'm talking about Roman, Rhea.”

“Oh, that’s not— I don’t think that—“

“Ahhhh come on, I’ve seen the way he looks at you.” He said as he chuckled. “You both stopped talking. Is there a reason why?”

“I uh… I asked him to give me space after everything that went down.” She told him as she folded her arms together. “It’s like you said, I have a lot to think about…”

“Well, if you want my advice, don’t overthink it.” Dom said to her as he patted her shoulder. “It’s gonna hurt your head a lot. Trust me, I know what it feels like.”

They both chuckled when they were suddenly called up for the meeting. At that, the group began to gather together as they made their way to Triple H’s office. At one point, Rhea suddenly tapped Dom’s shoulder.

“Hey Dom?”

“Yeah?”

“… thanks for choosing me to be in your life.”

Dom turned his head and smiled at that, before he placed an arm around her shoulders. “It’s something I won’t regret. Ever.”

She smiled at that before the two went to join the group as they all went inside the office. What Rhea didn’t know was that this could more than likely be the last conversation she would have with him.

7:00 PM

“Wait wait wait wait, WAIT.” Raquel immediately dragged Rhea to the corner of the locker room as they both looked around to make sure no one was listening. “Drew? As in THE Drew McIntyre?”

“Yeah, he’s gonna be the fifth member for war games.” Rhea whispered to her. “But don’t tell anyone.”

“Oh no, my lips are sealed, no worries.” She immediately told her before they both went inside the women’s bathroom. “But Drew? How did you—?”

“Well, he has beef with Jey for what he did back when he was in the Bloodline, and now even with Seth after losing at Crown Jewel, so.” Rhea explained to her as they checked themselves in the mirror. “And sure, he is aware that the Bloodline is allied with us, but he only wants this to be a temporary alliance just to get his payback, and that’s it.”

“Damn.” Raquel mumbled as she fixed her hair. “If it wasn’t because you had a title match against Zoey at Survivor Series…”

“What? What about it?”

“Well I mean, I’m glad you’re giving Zoey a chance and all, but I kinda wished you formed a group for War Games.”

“Seriously?”

“Well yeah, duh. It would be you, me, Zoey, Shayna, and maybe, just maybe—“ Their conversation was cut off when they heard the door open as they turned to see Liv walk in when she suddenly noticed the two and paused in her steps.

“Oh… I was looking for you.” Liv suddenly told Rhea. At that, Rhea looked at her while Raquel looked between the two.

“I’ll… leave you guys alone- but don’t beat each other up. Please.” She then walked away and left the bathroom as she closed the door. Rhea then sighed, placing both hands by the corner of the sink as she spoke.

“If you’re here to humiliate me even further—“

“No. No, I’m not here for that.” Liv immediately told her as she took a deep breath. “… I just want to talk. And look, we only have an hour before Raw starts, so we still have time to talk and decide if you really want to do this match or not, because if you don’t, then I’ll go to Pearce and call it off.”

The room was silent only for a few minutes as Rhea could gaze down at the sink. This gave Liv the opportunity to speak further as she went beside her.

“… I wish you would’ve spoken to me back then.” She mumbled as she also looked down at the sink. “I know you were struggling to reach the top and wanting to be the best, and I completely understand, because I was trying to do that too. But that wasn’t an excuse to hurt me or push me away.”

“…”

“I was going to make a plan to see you fail, to see you lose your championship and make you pay when I came back here after I got medically cleared, but… I couldn’t do it. Because I know I wouldn’t gain anything by watching you lose.”

“… you would just gain a title.”

At that, Liv scoffed. “Do you think I even care about that right now? I might be moved to Smackdown temporarily just for War Games to join Bianca’s team, I’m not going to have time to deal with you by then.” She mumbled. Her voice even cracked when she spoke. “I knew that deep down when you said that I was dead to you, you were lying. Because that’s your way to project, and it’s not okay. Not for you, at least.”

The taller woman listened to her as she kept gazing down before she looked up, letting out a sharp exhale before it was her turn to speak. “You’re right.” She whispered, before she decided to speak a bit more clearly. “I was… tired of feeling weak and vulnerable. I was tired of losing and I couldn’t no longer do it. And I know. I made the wrong approach. I should’ve done it differently. I should’ve spoken to you, I should’ve let you know in a more peaceful way that I was going to go my own way. And… and for that, I’m sorry.”

“… that’s all I ever wanted to hear all this time.” Liv mumbled. “I understand your perspective. But… even if the damage is already done and dusted, a part of me is wishing that you did speak to me back then. It would’ve been less painful if you did. I would’ve rather you let me down slowly than making me ask myself what I did to deserve all of this.”

The bathroom was silent yet again as Rhea couldn’t find the words to speak. Liv was debating on whether she should leave the bathroom or not as she was just about to walk out the door when Rhea stopped her.

“Don’t call off the match.”

“What?”

“You said you would have rather had us end things differently back then.” She told her as she finally faced her while Liv looked back at her. “So… No matter which one of us wins that match, I want to end it on good terms this time. No more stabs, no more fights… I want to end all of this in a truce.”

Liv’s face softened only slightly at that. Before she could speak, she suddenly heard her phone ring as she took it out of her pocket and looked at it. “Ah crap, I need to get ready. I need my makeup.” She put her phone back inside her pocket. “We can talk more after Raw ends, I’m kinda in a hurry.” She turned to walk away once more.

“Liv?”

“Yeah?” She turned her head to face Rhea as soon as her hand was placed around the doorknob.

“It… wouldn’t also hurt to start all over again. After the match, as friends. If that’s okay with you.”

Liv looked at her momentarily before she also looked down, pondering until she made her choice as she glanced back at her. “I’ll give you my answer after Raw.” With that, she opened the door and walked away while Rhea stood there. She then saw as Raquel went in, looking a bit surprised as she blinked at her.

“That went… different than I expected it would.”

“Yeah… it did.” She mumbled.

“You okay though?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” Rhea reassured her with a small smile before she also looked at the time. “I need to gather with the boys. You need anything before I leave?”

“No, I’m good. I’m just gonna go hang out with Zoey and Shayna, but if you need anything, just come down to us.”

“Will do.” With that, both women left the bathroom, closing the door behind them before they went their separate ways with Rhea deciding to meet up with her crew at their locker room, along with the Bloodline who were also there as well.

Soon enough, Monday Night Raw had just begun. Damian, Finn, Dom, and Jimmy were just getting themselves ready to interrupt Cody, Jey, Sami, and Seth’s segment as the group watched from the TV inside the locker room when suddenly, a Pyro went off in the background. Which somewhat confused the group and even made Dom yelp a bit in his spot.

“Hey, now, come on,” Sami had spoken as he chuckled, almost as an attempt to calm the audience around the arena. “I know this is an exciting thing but—“

He was cut off when the Pyro still went off once again. This time, the group grew even more confused.

“Hey, what’s the deal with tech lately? Are they seeing this?” Damian asked as he blinked.

“The real question is, are they even triggering those things in the first place?”

“Uh, can we get someone to check on these things? They’re not supposed to go off…” Sami’s uneasy voice was heard through the screen.

“Yeah man, Cody and I haven’t won back the tag titles yet, relax.” A nervous chuckle could also be heard from Jey. The group didn’t care much about Jey��s comment as they watched until another Pyro went off in the background.

“Dude what the hell—“ Suddenly, from the entrance backstage, they could see a small source of fire beginning to form, right where the Pyro was going off lately. At that, the audience began to panic which was noticed by the four superstars in the ring. Cody then began to call out for help as a group from maintenance immediately came down to shut off the fire when suddenly, from the top of the ceiling, another Pyro had gone off as well and even started to catch fire. Another which was near the ring did the same, startling the four wrestlers, the audience, as well as the locker room.

“Everyone out! Now!” They could all hear Pearce’s voice call out through the screen. “Everyone step away from the arena asap in a orderly manner, there will be officials and security escorting you all out—“

“Guys I smell smoke—“ Dom immediately said as he sat.

“What the fuck is happening—“

“Guys we have to go.” Rhea urged the group as she gathered her things. “Now!”

Without any questions, they all began to immediately leave the locker room, taking all of their stuff with them, such as their bags, belts, and including Damian’s briefcase. When they passed by the entrance through the arena, they saw that the fire was beginning to slowly grow due to the pyro having malfunctioned, urging them to run faster until other superstars also joined in. It was a heavy and large crowd, all of them urgently going through the parking area as soon as they left backstage. Some of them walked all the way to the front of the building to start gathering while others just went into their cars to do so. When they arrived, everyone grouped up along with the audience that were present that night for the show.

“The hell was that all about—?!” Miz’s voice asked through the crowd.

“Don’t know, but I’m being told that Pearce is contacting Triple H and that the fire squad should be on their way.” Cody stated, causing a bewildered reaction from a few of the gathered superstars.

“Fire squad? Wait— is the fire—?”

“Apparently it’s going to get worse. The other pyros within the arena and hanging from the ceiling also started to malfunction as soon as everyone began to be escorted out the building.”

“What the fuck…” Becky was the one to blurt out that comment at her husband’s explanation.

“Well, at least everyone’s out, right?” Indi’s voice also came through the crowd as everyone looked around. Making sure that everyone was present and that they were all okay.

Rhea looked around, just as soon as she made sure her group was okay, with the addition of Raquel, Zoey, and Shayna. Everyone was too busy checking on each other, but there was one thing that Rhea couldn’t hear nor notice among the crowd. Something felt off. Something was wrong.

Liv was nowhere to be seen.

She suddenly paused as she looked around before she glanced back at the building. The last time she saw Liv was her leaving the women’s bathroom to grab her makeup and gear to get ready. After that, she didn’t see her again. And it’s been fifteen minutes since they all evacuated the building and the fire was more than likely starting to get worse and—

No...

Liv was still inside.

Once again she looked around, noting how the crowd didn’t take any notice of Liv nor was her name even uttered by any of them. At that, panic began to settle in as she looked between the crowd, then the building. The fire squad wasn’t still here, and the fire is probably going to take up the entire building at this rate…

Why wasn’t anyone even wondering where she was?!

She looked down at the purple bandana that hung from her pocket before she took it in her hand. An idea came to her as she looked at it, before she glanced up at the building, then back at the crowd, who were yet again all still discussing about how the hell the fire even happened. They were too busy still talking about a bunch of nonsense when they should be focusing on the only missing person among their group. And because of that, she made her choice.

Making sure the group didn’t cast a glance at her, she went through the crowd unnoticed as she placed the bandana on the lower side of her face, covering only her mouth and nose, before she managed to find a way inside the building where no one could spot her.

She had to get Liv out of there.

Because if she didn’t, no one else was, and it would be too late.

She almost cried out as she attempted to lift herself, only for her left leg to still be stuck underneath the large chest that was also buried by a large amount of iron poles and other heavy objects that had fallen when the fire began to worsen. She coughed, the smell of smoke overwhelming her as she was trying her best to break free. Liv turned slightly just to place both hands on her trapped leg in an attempt to pull it out, but not even her own strength allowed her to do so. She braced her hands on the floor, trying to support herself and avoid fainting from all the smoke inhalation. It’s been already twenty minutes since the fire had begun to spread around the building and she was still trapped backstage.

Now, the fire was growing worse and it would only be a matter of time until the smoke would make her breathing become even more difficult or until she was burned alive.

“Help! HELP!” Liv cried out. “Somebody help! Please!”

She coughed, the smoke still overwhelming her, tears running down her cheeks as she struggled to get out. She then looked up and more panic settled in when she saw the fire beginning to grow worse

“HELP! SOMEONE! PLEASE!” She screamed at the top of her lungs. Using her other leg in an attempt to push the chest away.

“LIV!”

At the voice, Liv immediately stopped as her eyes widened. Abruptly, she turned her head to the source of the voice as she saw none other than Rhea running up to her, a bandana covering the lower part of her face. Immediately, she removed her own bandana and placed it around Liv’s lower half of her face instead.

“No, Rhea— wait, don’t do that—!”

“I’m getting you out, just hang on.” Rhea immediately said as she looked and analyzed the situation before her, seeing how Liv’s left leg was stuck underneath the large chest and cluster of iron poles. She then looked at the direction to where the smoke was coming from the fire nearby before she decided to immediately act, taking out all the poles at a rapid pace.

“Rhea— Rhea, you need to cover yourself—“

“I’ll be fine, just focus on getting you out of here okay?!” Rhea blurted out.

“But—!”

“Damn it Liv, I’m not leaving you all alone here!” She yelled once again. “I’m not letting you die on my watch. We’re gonna get out of here alive, you understand me?!”

Liv watched as Rhea began to remove every heavy object on top of the chest immediately. Five more minutes had already passed until all the objects from the chest had been removed. Using all her strength, Rhea grunted as she began to lift and push the heavy chest away until she was able to free Liv’s leg. When she attempted to move it, Liv almost cried out in pain. Her leg had been fractured from her fall as well as from the damage that it took from all the heavy objects that had fallen underneath it. At that, Rhea didn’t hesitate as she helped Liv up, placing the smaller woman's arm around her shoulders for support while she held Liv’s waist. When Liv realized that the fire was getting worse yet again, she turned to Rhea.

“Rhea we need to go—“

“I know—“ She said as she helped Liv, the two of them rushing off with Liv using her good leg as support. The fire around them didn’t help much as the path was already unrecognizable at this rate, but still, Rhea was more than determined to get Liv out of there.

Even if it was the last thing that she did.

Ten more minutes had passed, the two trying to find an exit as they looked around and tried to dodge the fire as much as they could. However, Liv suddenly paused when she heard Rhea cough and turned to her.

“Rhea, wear this—“ She was about to take off the bandana when Rhea stopped her.

“No- don’t.” Her voice sounded a bit raspy. “You’ve been here longer than me.”

“Rhea, you’re barely breathing.” Liv insisted. “Please just wear it—“

“No, Livie— I’m fine…” She insisted as she grunted and still kept dragging the two of them out.

However, Liv was right. Because of all the force Rhea had used back when she was freeing her and because of the smoke inhalation, Rhea was barely even taking a minute to breathe. She was only focusing on freeing Liv that she didn’t even care about herself in the first place. And now because she didn’t have any protection, she was inhaling more smoke. And that wasn’t a good sign.

Five more minutes had passed. Rhea and Liv were moments away from looking for an exit when the taller woman’s pace began to slow down.

“Rhea?” Liv turned to look at her in concern. “Rhea, what’s wrong?”

“I…” Rhea didn’t had time to process as she began to see her vision blurry. At that moment, she began to focus on trying to find her breathing after not being able to for a long time.

But she was too late.

She passed out.

“Rhea? RHEA!?” Liv fell down on the floor along with Rhea’ unconscious body. She began to panic immediately and tried to wake her up.

“Rhe Rhe wake up! I need you to wake up!” She shook Rhea's body, “Please! We can start over okay? We can but for that I need you to wake up!” Liv checked for a pulse but it was mild. She realized that Rhea wasn’t going to wake up and began to scream for help in hopes that someone would hear her.

“The fire squad is on the way in a minute.” Pearce announced, walking back to the group of superstars as he carried a clipboard with him while they stood away from the building. “Now, I want to make sure that we’re all here, okay? I know it’s been a while since we evacuated but we need to make sure that everyone’s here.”

“About time.” Damian scoffed through the crowd as everyone looked around while talking amongst themselves, all the while Adam kept verifying and double checking that everyone was there.

Suddenly, Raquel looked concerned as she looked around. Her eyes tried to scan through the crowd when realization dawned on her.

What she said next made everyone immediately pause what they were doing and turn to face her.

“Where’s Liv and Rhea?”

Everyone went silent as they all looked around. “Wait, Rhea, she was with us earlier…” Damian trailed off as he shared a look with Dom, Finn, Jimmy, Solo, Paul, and Roman. “… wasn’t she?”

“Yeah she was but—“ Finn paused mid sentence as he pondered. “We looked away for a second—“

“”A second?” Raquel blurted out. “What about Liv? Has anyone seen her? Anyone? Someone?”

“The last time I saw her she was heading to the bathroom to get herself ready before the fire started and—“ Indi also paused mid sentence before she realized. At that, everyone shared a look as they all froze.

“Liv is still inside.”

“No…”

“Fuck.”

“Can you get the paramedics and the fire squad to hurry up?!” Seth yelled at Pearce. “Someone is stuck in there, it’s been thirty minutes!”

“Seth, I am doing everything I can.” Pearce told him calmly. “The fire squad will be here any second and I will be in touch with the paramedics asap and—“

“Rhea.” Dom suddenly interrupted. “She was with us here a few minutes ago. She’s not here anymore, where is she?”

“Did someone see her go somewhere else?”

“Someone try calling her, quick.” Out of everyone in the group, Damian was the first to reach for his phone and call Rhea’s. He began to call her when suddenly, they heard the faint sound of a phone ringing from afar. Everyone began to look around for the source of the noise until Roman was the first to detect it. He saw a phone laying on the ground several feet away from the building. At that, he grew wary as he went up to grab it when the others noticed.

He picked the phone up and when he did, he realized whose phone this was as Damian was the one calling it.

It was Rhea’s.

“Uce?” Jimmy called out. “Uce, what’s that?”

Slowly, Roman turned and walked back to the group as he had Rhea’s phone in hand and showed it to them. At that, Damian hung up, looking at the phone, then at Roman as they shared a look. “She dropped her phone—“

“She’s inside, she went after Liv…” Raquel suddenly spoke, dread suddenly filling her as she ran a hand through her hair.

“What? Rhea going after Liv?”

“Come on Raquel, that’s impossible, she wouldn’t—“

“Yes, she fucking would, Jey!” Raquel snapped at the other Uso twin.

“If she went after Liv then that means—“ Zoey was cut off when they all suddenly saw Roman approach Pearce.

“Pearce, how long until they get here?”

“Roman, I need you to stay put and—“

“I don’t give a fuck, when are they getting here?”

“Look- guys, we don’t know for sure if Rhea just either left or if she actually went in.” Cody tried to be the voice of reason. At that, Roman turned to face him. “Let’s just all calm down and—“

“Cody, you realize that no one was watching Rhea the past thirty damn minutes since we left the building?”

“I understand Roman, but—“

“No one was watching her, no one. If she was leaving, she would’ve fucking told us. But like Raquel said, if Liv is stuck in the building, Rhea would’ve gone after her.”

“Oh no.” Becky mumbled, her and her husband sharing a look before they looked at the building. “Oh no, what was that lass thinking—“

“Fuck— Reigns is right.” Damian said as he paced around before he looked at Pearce. “Pearce- can’t you just fucking rush these paramedics?”

“Damian, I’ve done all I can. For now we need to wait and… hope for them to get out safely.”

“Well, I’m not.” Roman suddenly said before he began to walk away. At that, everyone grew alarmed.

“Roman, where are you going?!”

“Hey, HEY! Roman!”

“Uce, don’t do this—“ Jimmy tried to stop his cousin as he tried to grab his arm but Roman shoved it away. He ignored every attempt from everyone stopping him as he walked straight towards the building. Suddenly, from the group, Dom was the next to walk away after Damian tried to stop him as well.

“Roman, wait!” He called out as he caught up to him and made him pause, taking out two purple bandanas from his pocket as he gave one to him. “Wear this. I’m going in with you.”

Roman stared at him for a few seconds, then at the cloth that he held. Without any questions or comments, he simply took it. Both of them wearing the piece of cloths on the lower half of their faces before they barged inside the building.

“Rhea please…” Liv almost choked out, trying her best to wake Rhea up. Liv had dragged them both away from the fire and somewhere safe within the building where the fire still didn’t reach them. However, the smoke was still around the building, which didn’t help Rhea as she was unable to wake up. Liv couldn’t do much as she had only dragged the two of them across the floor due to her injured leg.

“I need you right now, Rhea. Please.” Tears fell from her eyes. “You can’t die on me. Please. Please.”

She sat with her injured leg stretched on the floor while she held Rhea’s head on her lap. Looking up, she yelled once again, clinging onto the last bit of hope that she had.

“Help! HELP! SOMEONE HELP US! PLEASE!”

“Liv?!” She suddenly heard a male voice, and she turned her head to see two figures rush towards them.

Dom and Roman.

“Guys— help—!” She cried out as she tried to sit up straight, but cried out in pain as her injured leg protested yet again.

When the two noticed that she protested in pain due to her leg as they got closer, they also noticed Rhea unconscious in her arms and froze right then and there.

“No…”

“I— she barely had a pulse right now— it-it’s faint...” Liv choked out as she desperately tried to explain. “She- she went here to find me, I tried to tell her to cover herself but she wouldn’t listen, I was stuck in a rubble, she took me out of it, she was barely even breathing even when she tried to get me out of her and—and—“

She was cut off when the two men immediately knelt down both in front of them, Roman checking for a pulse on Rhea while Dominik went to assist Liv as he helped her up. At one point, Roman also noticed that Rhea’s pulse was faint. Wasting no time, he immediately carried her in his arms as he looked at Dom and Liv.

“Let’s get out of here.”

The paramedics and fire squad had arrived by the time the four were out of the building. At the sight of Rhea unconscious and in Roman’s arms, Damian and Raquel were the first ones to rush towards them along with the paramedics with Finn, Jimmy, and Solo trailing behind them. The other superstars also paused what they were doing as they looked, and many of them were shocked by what they saw.

The paramedics immediately carried two stretchers, one for Liv, and the other for Rhea. They had Roman place Rhea on the stretcher while Liv had some assistance in being placed on hers.

“What happened?” Damian immediately asked as they followed the group. “Reigns, Dom, what the hell happene—“

“I feel a faint pulse, her airway could be clogged.” One of the paramedics called out as they were treating Rhea. “How long has she been inside the building?”

“T-twenty minutes.” Liv said.

“She’ll need to be rushed to the hospital, her airway is more than likely compromised due to the smoke inhalation.”

“What?!”

“Compromised—? Is she going to be alright—?“ Raquel tried to ask as they followed the paramedics to the ambulances.

“Ma’am, we don’t know yet, but we need to rush her to the hospital asap. If we waste another minute, she’ll die.”

This was loud enough for everyone to hear. They could only watch as the paramedics immediately made their last preparations to transport Liv and Rhea to the hospital before getting them inside the ambulances. Without a word, Roman decided to follow along with Rhea until one of the paramedics stopped him.

“Sir— what is your relation to her?”

Roman paused as he looked at the paramedic, not even noticing that everyone’s attention was set on him as they all watched.

Raquel, Dom, Finn, Jimmy, Solo, and Damian were the ones to approach beside Roman. “We’re her friends- if it’s possible if we can—“

“Yes, but only two people can go in with her, I’m afraid. There’s not enough space.”

“You guys can go, we’ll follow.” Dom told Roman and Raquel. At that, Raquel nodded as her and Roman got inside the ambulance along with Rhea before they all left.

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[zoeykallus]

Important for requesting people...

Okay, I thought about this for a while, and I've decided something.

I get tons of requests, many of them downright praising my work, before asking their request. I'm flattered, very much so, I can't even put into words how overwhelmed I sometimes feel, because of all the requests flooding in (In a good way, because it's super flattering and sometimes in a bad way, because I always worry about not having enough time and being too slow. I know some of you were used to me writing every day, sometimes multiple things a day. But nowadays days I work three jobs and I just can't do it daily anymore without burning out). However, there is something that would be much more important to me.

Now comes the downside of what I have to tell you. If you send me a request, Non-Anon, asking me to do something for you (which I'm usually happy to do), but I can't find your name in my notification list even once in the last four weeks because you haven't liked anything of mine, let alone reblogged it, I won't even think about fulfilling your request. I'm not asking for anything except the occasional reblog. That's not too much to ask, is it?

Now, how, or why, did I come to this conclusion?

Pretty simple. I looked through the last 35 requests I received, and I saw a few names that didn't ring a bell at all. Requesting peeps that were praising me to the heavens, telling me they read everything I write/wrote (you don't have to do that, by the way). And out of curiosity, I went to my desktop PC, went through my notifications, checking it thoroughly for those names, in the period of the last four to six weeks. No notifications, nor reblog, no comment, not even a like. Don't get this wrong, I wasn't angry, but I felt disappointed, maybe even a bit deceived. I thought, why should I consider working on those (some of them quite extensive) requests, when I get nothing back?

Of course, I also make Anon requests, as I'm sure you've seen, and more than a few of those. So of course I can't keep track of that. I get that some peeps are just shy and that's totally okay, that's why I trust my anons and give them the benefit of a doubt, so to speak.

Just a reblog, that's all I'm asking for. (Or at least a like) Because that's what's actually keeping me doing this stuff, seeing that it was worth the time I spent doing it, seeing that people really read it. Now, before any of you start making any comments about ego. It's more about limited time, because as an adult in the middle of life, with three jobs, you just like to see that the things you do for others in your spare time are appreciated or liked in some way. It just makes us writers feel good and not lose the desire to write. I'd even say it should be common courtesy on tumblr.

Don't get me wrong, I have so much love for you guys, I love requests. Furthermore, I'm grateful for your input, your ideas, that you are feeding me with inspiration for my passion to write. I'm just talking about one hand washing the other. Mutual respect, we can all benefit from this, one way or another. You don't need to butter me up, just a friendly hello before you make your request and the occasional reblog will do, and I'll gladly fulfill your HC/Drabble/One-Shot wishes in the fanfiction section. Honestly, I'd rather have your reblog/or comment on one of my works, than a four sentence long praise in your request 😅😉

Love, Zoey

💚

[judgementdaysunshine]

Is there anyway for you to do Zelina Vega x reader that finishes a match even after getting injured? I need a risk taker that either breaks there ankle or wrist please.

Daredevil

Pairing: Zelina Vega x Fem reader

Description: You finish a match despite being injured which makes Zelina chastise you for possibly making your injury worse

Adrenaline was running through you nonstop for this match with Shayna as every part of your body went numb head to toe while the first half of the match got underway with back to back action of counters and the other being caught off guard from getting a forearm to the face to you spearing her through the second rope. Zelina watched closely with Rey and both of them could see how determined you were to prove yourself and to end your month long rivalry with shayna and Zoey and this match would definitely end the first half of the shit you've dealt with over the past month, you jumped off the rope and performed a van daminator followed by an open leg moonsault out of the ring which ended up with you landing a bit too close to the apron on your hand and shoulder quickly throwing shayna back in the ring and jumping off the rope with a springboard as energy seeped out of you and the pain kicked in like a lightning bolt. You panted heavily as you forced yourself through the rest of the match and pin shayna after a leg drop onto the announcement desk, your hand throbbed in pain walking backstage as it shook while Sheamus helped straighten it out only for you to cry out in pain as rey and zelina turned the corner leading to them taking you to the medic who knew just by your reaction and how your wrist looked that it wasn't just sprained or twisted feeling frustrated while zelina took you to the hospital where you got your wrist x-rayed and put in a cast along with a stitch along your lower back which you didn't realize was split open from getting hit with a broken kendo stick groaning in frustration and pain as you buckled your seat belt before zelina drove you back to the hotel. "Why couldn't you just stop the match? You could have hurt your wrist even worse and things wouldn't have been you being stuck in a cast for eight weeks" you stayed quiet knowing that if you said what you did earlier it would only earn you a certain look from zelina that would be filled with frustration, you showered with your cast hand wrapped in a trash bag to keep it dry sitting on the bed after managing to change into pajamas with zelina helping you as she noticed the look of guilt in your eyes due to earlier not only because you finished the match injured but that you finished the match injured without knowing how injured you were or could have been and it could have been worse than your wrist or a concussion which made you even more guilty for worrying and scaring zelina while she watched you fiddled with your cast in silence, "You're a daredevil and it's always worried me, you scared me tonight but I'm not mad at you baby" she hugs you while kissing the top of your head.

[c0ffinshit]

Back To December (Theo Dimas x Reader)

a/n: this is a squeal to Maybe You Are Prefect but like ur gurl didn't wanna keep the same title lmao word count: 912 warnings: fluff, first kiss, regret, miscommunication, nostalgic vibes

"So this is me, swallowing my pride. Standing in front of you, saying 'I'm sorry for that night.' And I go back to December all the time." - Taylor Swift

Theo was the man living in the apartment below me at the time. He had short, almost shaggy hair and always wore thick knitted sweaters, even in summer. Sometimes I would see him up and about, getting mail or riding in the elevator. Something about him, though, made me want to be around him all the time. He was so quiet and always smiled at me whenever he saw me. I knew him for a very long time ago; when we were teenagers. We were very tight-knit; I never wanted to judge him for who he was. He only wanted to help others.

Then, at a poorly Christmas-themed dinner party, after so many years, we met over again. I fell in love again, like the kind of love that only talks about in songs. But this time, he knew it, and he loved me back. And as the snow fell down as we hugged, he wrote on my back: "I love you too."

Since then, we haven’t seen each other much. Theo was hardly on the elevator or getting mail. I wanted to know if he thought of my words now in a different context. Maybe Theo thought I meant it in a friendly way. My own thought was he wrote it to prevent me from getting my feeling hurt. Either way, Theo didn’t feel the same. If he did, he would’ve done so much more. But I felt like I was being irrational, overanalyzing my weird feelings. So, any average person would do and go to the apartment. Knowing that Teddy would answer the door, I had no plans on what to say when I finally got up there. But I decided to go down the elevator and knocked on their door. Of course, Teddy answers.

"Ah (Y/N)! What brings you here?" Teddy exclaims upon seeing my face. 

"Where’s Theo? Is he home?" I asked.

Teddy looks behind him, "Well, I’ll check his room. In the meantime, you can come in and take a seat."

Teddy walks out from the hallways with Theo, his arms straight at his side. 

"Can I speak to him… privately?" I cautiously ask, not knowing if he wanted to speak with me in the first place.

Theo looks to the ground as Teddy signs, asking him if he wants to. He nods his head slowly as he finally looks at me. Once again, going back into my mind, I’m finally being handed the ring he promised to get me all those years ago. The one I still wore on my hand. We walked back to the balcony. It was a lot warmer than it had been in December, and with the summer month inching closer, I didn’t think Theo would still be wearing the sweater. 

"I’m sorry for that night." I signed somberly.

"Why?" Theo asked, resting his arms on the railing. 

"I don’t think you understood what I told you that night." 

Theo had this look in his eyes, concern in an almost unreadable way. He seemed upset by what I had just told him.

"I think I understood you very well. You love me." He sighs.

"How do you think I meant that, though?" 

Theo pauses for a moment. "What kind of question is that?" He signs, his hands stiff.

"Like… I want to be clear about what I told you that night."

Theo sighed again, almost like I was acting childish. "It’s kind of hard to not be clear about a love confession."

What? My brain sits with itself, wondering how I made it clear to him. Theo was always the geek and book lover who never got romantic feelings, or at least, he never showed it. Other than Zoey, I never could tell if he liked another girl. If this wasn’t ASL, this would’ve been the part where I would become tired and uptight about this miscommunication. 

"What does that even mean? Then you probably knew about all my weird feelings about you when we were teenagers."

Theo looks at me, his eyes soften. "Yes, I did."

When Theo and I’s parents were a lot younger, they used to go to movies every Sunday. Then, once my mother had me and Teddy had Theo, we all went to the movies together. Suddenly, I was graduating high school and moving into my college dorm. Seeing the films every Sunday stopped, along with seeing Theo and Teddy. 

But I don’t think about that anymore.  In my mind, it's still December. The lights hung up around the windows, and my mother talked with Teddy in front of the tree with bright red ornaments hanging neatly. Theo and I are outside, watching the snow fall as I move closer to him. Of course, I lied and told him I needed to be warmed by his body heat, but he knew I wanted him to kiss me. 

"Then why didn’t you do more-"

My thought is cut off by a soft kiss from Theo. His lips tasted like a smooth vanilla chapstick, and his body radiated heat. The blood from the rest of my body ran to my face. I knew that Theo was bold but never this confident. 

Theo pulls away, his eyes still as soft as before. Something told me that this kind of kiss was different. I’ve kissed umpteenth of men, but something about him made it feel different. 

"Well… I was waiting for the right moment, and that moment was right now."

[lesboriptide]

Need that angst/comfort drabble of rhea realizing how little tjd actually care for her and then Becky comes in and bam, rhea isn’t alone anymore(I am delusional about them)

Isn’t That Worth Holding On?

Eeeeowch! This took on a bit of a life of its own, haha. Nevertheless, I really enjoyed writing this! Thank you, and keep em coming!

For clarification, this takes place in kayfabe and is before these two officially get together. And yes, I am keeping up with naming these after Mitski lyrics.

TWs: implied manipulation/gaslighting, abusive platonic relationship

She lost.

She fucking lost, and Nia Jax was the new Women’s World Champion. Rhea could barely comprehend the moments leading up to it. All that rang through her head were the deafening boos of the crowd and Nia’s laugh. As far as anything else was concerned, none of it was real. Rhea had lost in her home country, with the Irresistible Force defying the odds and crushing her dreams. Crushing her like she was little more than a tree branch.

And once again, they weren’t there for her. Judgment Day were nowhere to be seen. She understood that it would be tasteless for them to attack or hit Nia, but they couldn’t even escort her out of the ring. They could have distracted the ref, distracted Nia…shit, that big-headed freak could’ve launched himself out of a cannon, for all Rhea could’ve cared. At least it would be something, anything to allow her to regain the upper hand.

But they didn’t, because why wouldn’t they? They were barely there for her during the build-up to the Fatal Five Way. They were nowhere to be seen when she battled Zoey Stark and Ivy Nile. They deemed R-Truth and The Miz as higher priorities than her getting beaten down by Nia every single fucking week leading up to Elimination Chamber. Dominik was still devoted to her, but his attention span swayed rapidly between her and the sausage party currently known as Judgment Day.

As she took a seat on a backstage equipment case, Rhea finally broke. She curled into herself and sobbed, hating herself for being so naive. She truly thought that that bastard Edge was right, that Judgment Day would be her true family and calling, that nobody would understand her like them. But of course, Rhea could see that was all a sick and demented lie. Edge never wanted to see her succeed — he wanted someone to control, someone to mold in his image before he eventually jumped off the burning WWE ship. Judgment Day ruined her friendships, her perception of family and love…it ruined her life, and now her Women’s World Championship reign has been ruined because of them.

Suddenly, she felt a light but distinct weight on her knee. Rhea looked up and saw that the weight was a hand, one that belonged to Becky Lynch. Because of course she had to see her like this, sobbing and broken after seeing her dreams of a match together fall apart. Having won the Women’s Chamber match earlier, she was now slated to fight Nia at Wrestlemania. Fucking terrific.

From the look on Becky’s face, she wasn’t thrilled either. But she seemingly knew better than to crowd up on Rhea, especially when she’s as emotional as she is right now. When the two met eye contact, Becky circled her thumb ever so slightly on her knee, her frown now turning into an anxious lip bite.

“It’ll be alright, Rhea,” the older woman said. “Don’t wanna overwhelm you, lass. If you need me, you have my number.”

And with that, she left as soon as she appeared. But with Rhea’s back now straight and her tears now drying on her face, the younger woman felt oddly at peace. She was still upset, but maybe, just maybe…she could find people to be happy with again.

[nik-barinova]

Call of Duty OC: Zoey “Doe” Kilduff

Born to a zealous cult leader and notorious international arms dealer, Doe knew only to kill and fight since an early age and would face various forms of punishments if training was not done right under her father’s eye. She has grown to be the SAS’s most efficient soldier, despite her empowering emotions in the field. Though often rash and reckless, Doe’s impressive skills proved herself to be worthy of being a part of Task Force 141, joining Ghost and Soap in Las Almas for a new assignment… and hopes for allowing the mask to crack.

GENERAL

Name: Zoey Elaine Kilduff

Alias(es): Doe, Zo (by Ghost), Bambi (by Graves), El Demonio (by Valeria)

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers

Birthday: March 27

Star Sign: Aries

Nationality: Scottish

Ethnicity: Romani, Balinese, Afghani, Moroccan, Lepcha

Place of Birth: Edinburgh, Scotland

Home: A repurposed Victorian era factory warehouse, Edinburg, Scotland (like this x)

Spoken Languages: Romani Sanskrit as first language, English as second, Scots Gaelic as third, Spanish, Russian, Somali, some Arabic

Sexuality: Pansexual

Occupation: SAS soldier, painter, dancer, Task Force 141

APPEARANCE

Eye Color: Grey blue

Hair Color: Natural dark brown, almost black

Hair Length: Long, waist length

Hair Texture: Wavy

Distinguished Facial Features: Long face shape, high cheek bones, big aquiline nose

Height: 5’10” / 177 cm

Build: Slender muscular

Blood type: AB-

Scars: Several on her body. Most obvious ones are on the right side of her face, on her eye brow and on her mouth, exposing two front teeth

Face Claim: Gratiela Brancusi

Voice Claim: Karen Gillan

Character Aesthetic:

FAVORITES

Color(s): Black, gold, and purple

Food: Sate meats

Drink: Scotch

Song(s): Zombie by The Cranberries and Living Dead Girl by Rob Zombie

Movie(s): As Above, So Below and Lord of the Rings

Show(s): Doctor Who and Greylock

Flower: Black rose

Fashion Sense: Alternative, vampire gothic (think Anjelica Huston’s Morticia Addams), biker, casual

Hairstyle: Either down or in a messy bun, sometimes done with a diklo when doing her art

Hair color: Blood red dyed at the tips

PERSONALITY

Myers Briggs Type: ENFJ - A beast on the field, impulsive, reckless, and can be easy to provoke, but can really be joyful and positive. Hilarious but can unintentionally be blunt. Strategical and forward but can often times allow emotions to cloud her judgement. Paradoxical by nature, and for a reason. Tends to be scary when she feels like it and could kill you, but is a cinnamon roll deep down with a heart of gold

Positive and Joyful: Can make the room brighter with her unwavering positivity and put a smile on someone’s face when she can tell they need it

Empathetic: Basically a human mind reader. Can tell when someone’s sad or angry. Also works great as a walking red flag detector

Eye for Detail: Able to see hidden details and find something not many can see at first glance

Strategic and Logical: Can make plans with precision and logistics

Loyal and Loving: Strong sense of loyalty to the ones she grows close to and will do everything in her power to let them know how much she loves them

NEGATIVE TRAITS

Tends to let emotions get in the way of her thinking and may take it too far, ie. taking her impulsive anger out on the enemy and overkilling

Overprotective and argumentative. Will push back the offender with force and give them a death glare

Masks. She hides away everything that bothers her and will not speak about it for too long to the point of bottling up

Touch starved and emotionally depraved. Tends to come off as super clingy when she doesn’t mean to

Reckless and impulsive in execution, ready to fight when the time comes and tends to get out of hand

Zero fucks given attitude when she hears something she doesn’t like. This along with her tendency to have a sailor’s mouth has gotten her in trouble and makes her come off as rash

Overworks herself in order to earn peoples’ approval of her, just wants someone to be proud of her

Bottled up rage over the years waiting to be let out

SKILLS AND ABILITIES

Fighting style: Any, but leans more towards UFC style and judo

Weapon(s): Can John Wick her way through anything

Distinct Weapon: None

Special Skills: Flexible and can squeeze through tighter spaces. Specializes in silent combat and stealth. Street smart due to her past

FAMILY

Status in family: Eldest daughter, first born triplet

Siblings: One younger brother, Gavril (Male), middle born triplet, currently in the Royal Air Force as a pilot; One younger sibling, Zayne (Non-Binary), youngest born triplet, currently Senior Operative in M16 specializing in undercover and disguises

Father: Rozric “Lord Ragnarok” Kilduff, notorious international arms dealer and zealous cult leader. Abusive and power hungry. Sociopathic and unstable. Possibly schizophrenic, but unable to properly diagnose by professionals. Currently imprisoned in Broadmoore Hospital for life

Mother: Ayta Batwal Kilduff, deceased, attempted to escape her “husband’s” growing cult and take their triplet children with her but was killed. Kind and protective. Fierce and compassionate. Died not knowing whether or not her children would make it out alive

Relationship with parents: Despises her father and wishes for him to rot away in his prison cell as his punishment for making her and her siblings’ lives a living hell. Does not remember much of her mother but remembers how warm and caring she was to her children. She knows that her mother would sing for them whenever their father abused them to calm them and Zoey swore she would grow up and protect her mother from her father.

Brother: Gavril Bayek Kilduff, alive, loves him dearly and will do anything to keep him safe while also letting him take on the world for himself. Has protected him many times from their father. Currently in the Royal Air Force as a pilot under the call sign “Vulture”. Very into making music

Sibling: Zayne Arachne Kilduff, alive, loves them dearly but often times have gotten into plenty of disagreements on what to do and how to do it. They tried to keep up with their older sister, but could never seem to do so. Currently in the M16 as a Senior Operative specializing in espionage and undercover. Drag queen on the side and makeup artist

Pet: None, but is a dog person (also loves cats)

TRIVIA

The name Kilduff is of Irish or Scottish origin, an Anglicized form of Gaelic Mac Giolla Duibh ‘son of Giolla Dubh’ ‘the black-haired lad’ from dubh ‘dark black-haired’

Zoey has had four previous relationships in her younger days: two girlfriends, one boyfriend, and one partner. While she has kissed before, she has never actually gone all the way, and therefore is still technically a virgin. She qualifies in giving relationship advice and can pick up red flags in an individual. Despite having four failed relationships, she yearns for having a lifelong partner to give her the love she gives her partners

Ethically collects deer skulls for her art projects and paints them. Most of the paintings are of her fallen soldiers under her watch and makes them as a memorial in their honor

Tends to use dark humor too often and accidentally lets the mask crack to reveal the darkest parts of her past

Swears. Like a lot

Takes pride in her figure and has no problem showing skin. Likes wearing crop tops, sports bras, and tank tops

LOVES Anjelica Huston’s Morticia Addams and Elvira and aspires to be like both women

Her first concert was a Rob Zombie concert and her uncle snuck her out to let her have some fun for the day when she was younger

If she wants to dress up more, her fashion sense leans way more into gothic and alternative fashion

Used to be able to braid her hair in minutes but due to losing her right arm, she can’t do it as fast (and tends to get her strands caught in the prosthetic’s joints)

Her arm tattoos used to be symmetrical but after losing her right arm, her left arm is the only half she has of the tattoo

Speaking of, she has a deer skull tattoo with roses on her chest and one on her back

She was trained in ballet, and she can dance on a more professional level

BACKSTORY

Born to a zealous cult leader and notorious international arms dealer, Zoey knew nothing more than hardships and crime. Her father only wanted a first born son to live up to his expectations and inherit his empire. Sadly for him, Zoey ended up being born first in a set of triplets, and hence forth swore to make her life a living hell for her. She had been set up for failure right from the start, living up to her father’s impossible expectations, enduring beatings and other punishments from him. Her mother would shield her three children from their father’s unpredictable wrath and fought with him, stood up to him and swore she would leave him and never let him see the triplets again.

At age 7, that was the last time Zoey would ever see her mother. No one would tell her or her siblings what happened to her or why she left without them, causing deep heartbreak in Zoey’s heart. However, that was also the same day she vowed to step up in her mother’s place and pick up where she left off. Her father’s cult only grew as did his underground arms dealership. His global connections allowed him to have his children be trained to be his own soldiers in his little cult army. Their teachers also set higher expectations on the triplets and some would take extreme measures to keep them in line, but Zoey would get the worst of it. Despite the cruel and unusual punishments, Zoey still tried to keep her siblings safe and did everything she could to make them smile.

She ended up proving to have above average intelligence than her father expected from her. Her specialties included espionage, sabotage, stealth, and hand-to-hand combat. At 14 after her and her siblings returned from a personal mission of her father’s in Ethiopia as child soldiers, the M16, SAS, FBI, and CIA had surrounded her father’s compound after they finally received a distress call coming from within. Her father suspected it was Zoey and so he used her as leverage to make any further threats, not wanting to be taken into custody. What none of them knew was that Rozric had planted bombs within the compounds’ walls in case he was to be arrested and captured.

As a last ditch effort, Rozric blew up the building and allowed it to collapse, hoping the rubble would kill everyone in the compound, Zoey and her siblings included. By some miracle, Zoey, Gavril, and Zayne were still alive and the two younger siblings were taken to safety, but medics and SAS soldiers had to get a huge concrete wall off of Zoey’s right arm. Unfortunately, they had to amputate her whole arm in order to get her out, and could not save her arm. CIA and M16 eventually found Rozric still alive and captured him, ending his criminal empire and forcing him into custody at the Broadmoore Hospital as he continues his ongoing trial for his crimes.

Once Zoey had recovered and was given a prosthetic arm, she and her siblings did their best to live a relatively normal life with their uncle, but Zoey was always getting into fights she wasn’t involved in and even bullied by the kids during secondary school. By 17, she recalled the day she was rescued by the SAS members and thought about joining the military as an escape from her troubled past, and possibly a way to give closure to her father’s criminal empire for good. She waited until her 18th birthday and both her and her siblings set out to join their respective branches.

Despite being an amputee prior to joining the Royal Army, Zoey’s skills and speed overpowered her disability and was given the name “Doe”. While her skills and abilities had her climb up to the top of the SAS, her behavior problems have gotten her into trouble plenty of times and threaten to be written up if she didn’t improve on them. It wasn’t until she was personally approached by Captain John Price himself that she was recruited into Task Force 141 and assigned a mission in Las Almas would Zoey allow herself to let loose and break the mask she kept up.

[msjpegsclass]

Between Classes Drabble - Oops cute romantic fluff XP

Ms Jpeg had sent out the kindergartener drones to recess, it was a lot safer now for them to play outside since she had essentially befriended all the Disassembly Drones. She sat at her desk working on grading some spelling practicing, putting little stickers next to the right answers and writing corrections in purple pen but still putting a smiley and a question mark beside the work because she didn't like putting 'x' marks for students that young.

She liked this teaching gig, she had been at it for at least a decade and a half and life couldn't be better, especially when she looked up from her papers to see the Surveyor Drone she knew for over 15 years. "Hey, Zoey," she giggled happily as she set down the pen.

The much taller drone greeted back warmly, "Heya Jpeg," before she walked over and kissed Jpeg on the forehead, her modified tail swishing softly. She set down a mug she brought in beside Jpeg. "I noticed you haven't come down to the break room in a while... It's not good to over work without drinking anything," Zoey worriedly soothed, placing her right hand to her wife's LED forehead, "You'll overheat, and that'd be really bad."

Jpeg accepted the mug of liquid. "Cocoa butter oil! My favourite!" she exclaimed before she stood up and side hugged Zoey. "Thank you for thinking of me. I love you."

"I love you too, sweetie"

Their little cozy moment was interrupted by the bell ringing.

"Oh dear, I'm not ready to start the science lesson!" Jpeg gasped before she started gathering the paints she had thawed to show how to mix to make different colours.

Zoey put her hands gingerly on Jpeg's shoulders and looked at her beloved teacher drone. "How about you sit this one out, Peggie. I got this, okie?"

Jpeg nodded but kissed Zoey softly on the lips quickly before saying, "Go get em, jackrabbit"

As the young drones came back into the classroom and saw Zoey, they ran over and cheered.

"MISS BUNNY IS BACK!"

"WE GET TO LEARN WITH ZOEY!"

"YAY YAY YAY!" And a chorus of other happy interjections were heard from the crowd of young robots.

Jpeg sat at her desk grading the papers, occasionally looking up to watch her girlfriend teaching kids how to mix paints to get more colours. "I love that lady,"

The End

[the-hinky-panda]

Strings: Part I

Title: Strings

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Les Packer x Fem! Reader

Summary: You and Les had been high school sweethearts. You're going to be a music teacher, he's going to climb the ranks of the SAMDINO MC. The only thing that stands in your way is his mentally unstable brother, Isaac. Things fall apart and fifteen years later, your daughter calls Les for help when you're in a coma and she's trying to figure out how to stay out of foster care. Les is faced with figuring out if you daughter is his or possibly Isaac's. Either way, he can't walk away for a second time from you and your daughter.

She looks like you, that’s the first thing that strikes Les. 

Her posture, straight and tense, the waves of hair falling over her shoulders, the serious set of her mouth. It isn’t until he enters the small diner and approaches the table that he realizes her nose and eyes are not like yours at all. 

They’re a Packer’s. 

The eye color is a mix, blue and green, like an unsettled sea. But the shape is most definitely Packer. 

“Zoey, I presume?” As if she could be anyone else. 

She nods once, those eerie eyes studying his face. “Mr. Packer.” 

He hears one of his guys snort from a couple booths over. Hoosier from the sound of it. He wasn’t sure if this was a set up or not so back up was a must. Now, he’s regretting that decision. With a heavy sigh, he slips into the booth across from her. He doesn’t know if she knows anything about him, or Isaac. What you told her about her father. He doesn’t have enough information going into this meeting so he does what he always does in these situations: get the other person to talk. 

“Alright, say what you have to say.” 

She reaches under the table and pulls out a stack of slightly yellowed envelopes, all tied neatly together with a fraying blue ribbon. “My mom told me where to find these letters, in case anything happened to her.” She pushes them with shaking hands across the scratched formica towards him. “There’s not too many Les Packers in California. I just assumed…” 

He recognizes the ribbon, remembers when he gave it to you, and fights the urge to reach out and touch it. He had used it to tie the stems of wildflowers together in a poor excuse of a bouquet when he had asked you out to some music in the park festival in Redlands. The next day, after the wildflowers had been arranged in a canning jar with water, you used the ribbon to tie your hair back away from your face while you played the guitar on a dilapidated back porch. He can still remember what the curve of your cheek felt like under his fingers, soft as the satin of the ribbon. 

He clears his throat. “So something has happened to your mother?” 

Zoey nods. “Yeah.” 

“Is she…” even after sixteen years of distance, he still can’t bring himself to finish the sentence. 

“No, but it’s bad. She’s in a coma.” 

“For how long?” 

“Six days today.” Zoey folds her hands in front of her and Les sees the ring on her middle finger. A small sterling silver band with a teardrop piece of turquoise. 

“Your mama give you that ring?” 

“No,” she turns it around her finger nervously. “I found it with the letters. In a safety deposit box. Do you want it-” 

It’s a cheap thing he bought from a street vendor in San Diego. You had loved it, the colored veins in the blue rock. You had called it a piece of art and he handed over a twenty dollar bill for the treasure. He shakes his head. “Nah. Tell me what happened to your mom.” 

“She was in an accident. On her motorcycle. She was coming back from a music recital at the middle school when a drunk driver clipped her. The police said she skidded across the road and h…h…hit a tree.” 

That’s a nasty type of accident and it sounds like a miracle that you’re just in a coma and not dead. “Do you think that’s what really happened?” 

Zoey’s entire face clouds over, tears gathering quickly in her eyes. “Yeah. The police arrested the guy.” 

“So what am I here for?” 

She pulls out another envelope, thick and wrinkled. “Here. It’s not a lot, about $560 but it’s all I have.” 

He glances in the envelope and finds mostly $10s and $5s. “Where did you get this money?” 

She fiddles with the fraying end of a braided bracelet around her wrist. “I’ve always saved up money. It’s just my mom and me. Some months are harder to pay the bills than others so I save up what I can to help when that happens.” 

Les closes the envelope and sets it down on the table between them. It pains him to no end to hear that you’ve had to struggle financially because of him. Because of Isaac. And what little bit he had tried to do for you, to help ease that burden, wasn’t enough. “How old are you?” 

“Fifteen.” 

He nods in understanding. “CPS is starting to snoop around.” 

Zoey uses a shaky hand to wipe away her tears. “Yeah. They’re talking about putting me in a foster home. I overheard the lady tell the doctor that they need to get me in placement as soon as possible for when my mom…” She chokes down a sob. “My best friend in school is in a foster home. She says it’s terrible. She sleeps on the floor, has to take care of the younger kids and work a part time job. And the father…” 

God, what is wrong with the world? Like he needed that confirmation to make his decision. He slides the money back over to her, along with the letters. Her face falls, thinking he’s going to say no. He’s failed in protecting you and your daughter. He’s not about to let that mistake continue. He’s stayed on the sidelines for far too long. 

“What hospital is your mama in?”