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the-west-meadow · 1 year

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Normal People

Lukas Matsson x (fem)Reader, Roman Roy x (fem)Reader

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You first met him at Kendall’s birthday party.

Roman was being obnoxious. All he could talk about was finding Lukas Matsson. He and Shiv were relentless in their pursuit of the man. It was all business, no pleasure tonight. So while Roman and Shiv stood with their heads together, compulsively sipping vodka tonics, you slipped away unnoticed to try and have some fun before the night was over.

You found your way upstairs, where for some inexplicable reason Kendall had built a replica of his childhood treehouse. The inside was bustling with people yet the two buff men outside wouldn’t let you enter without an armband. Dejected, you started to turn away, when you heard Kendall’s voice from above.

“Hey! Let her through, she’s cool!”

He was pointing right at you with a grin. The guards moved aside, letting you in.

Upstairs, Kendall greeted you with a hug.

“Nice treehouse,” you said.

“Thanks. It’s pretty infantile, right? Sort of the vibe I was going for.”

“Definitely. You nailed it.”

“Hey, I need a favor while you’re here. See that guy over there?”

He nodded over his shoulder to a tall blonde Scandinavian-looking man slouching alone in a plush leather chair.

“Who is that?”

“That’s Lukas Matsson. He’s pretty disgruntled and I need someone to keep him from wandering. I can’t do it anymore, I need to mingle. Also, Roman cannot know he’s here.”

“Roman’s entire purpose in life tonight is to find that guy.”

“Please don’t tell him he’s here. I’ll owe you one. Seriously.

“Don’t worry. Roman’s driving me fucking crazy at the moment.”

“Amazing. You’re amazing. Let me get you a drink and I’ll introduce you.”

Kendall stepped away. You glanced curiously in Lukas’s direction. He glanced up from his phone, met your eyes, and did a double take. He stared at you for a long moment across the room.

Kendall returned with your drink, breaking your gaze.

“Let’s go. You’re about to meet one of the weirdest rich guys out there.”

Drinks in hand, you approached the man. He kept his eyes fixed on yours.

“Yo, Lukas. Meet my good friend Y/N. I promise she’s not going to network you to death.”

Kendall clapped him on the shoulder.

“You guys have fun.”

You thought you saw Kendall wink, but it was too quick, and then he was gone.

“Kendall thinks I need a babysitter tonight,” Lukas said. “Too many sharks in the water.”

“Thankfully I don’t have any interest in what Kendall and his family does. I’m just along for the ride.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m a writer.”

“What do you write?”

“Words, mostly.”

Lukas cracked the smallest grin.

“Is that, like, meaningful for you?” he asked.

“I don’t really care if it has meaning or not. Mostly it keeps me entertained.”

“Cheers to that.”

He raised his beer bottle and clinked it against your glass of gin and tonic.

“So you know all of the Roy siblings?” Lukas said.

“Too well.”

“Which one’s your favorite?”

“Do I have to have a favorite?”

“It’ll say a lot about you. I’m still figuring out who I’m talking to here.”

You considered briefly.

“I think I relate to Kendall the most.”

“Daddy issues?”

You laughed. “I’m not going there. But if I had to pick a favorite… Roman is the most fun to be around.”

“So you like fun.”

“You don’t?”

“I don’t relate to what most people think of as fun.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Partying. Getting drunk. Rollercoasters.”

You burst out laughing.

“What?” he said.

“Rollercoasters?”

“People find them fun, right? You tell me. What’s fun to you?”

“Not rollercoasters.”

Lukas considered you with a curious, calculating look.

“I’m starting to think you’re not a normal person,” he said.

“I could tell you weren’t normal the second I looked over here.”

You gave him a sly smile. He set his beer down and folded his hands in his lap.

“I’ve got to get out of this treehouse,” he said.

“You don’t think the treehouse is fun?”

“I’d like to find out what your idea of fun is. You still haven’t told me.”

You gazed at him for a long moment. Then you heard an all-too-familiar voice over your shoulder.

“There you are. Both of you.”

Roman was leaning over you with his hands on the back of your chair.

“This is a weird pairing. What are you guys even talking about?”

“Rollercoasters,” Lukas said.

You smiled, catching his eye once more before you stood.

“I’ll let you guys talk.”

“I’ll see you later, though, yeah?” Roman called. You glanced at Lukas, who had put everything together in an instant.

“If you can find me,” you said as you left.

When you glanced back over your shoulder, Lukas was staring at his phone again and Roman was sitting cross-legged in your chair, trying unsuccessfully to get his attention.

Not long after, you found yourself in Italy, lying poolside beneath the mild northern sun. Eyes closed, you felt a shadow pass over your vision and cracked your eyes open. Roman sat in the neighboring beach chair, squinting in the light.

“I forgot how much I hated the sun.”

He leaned back uncomfortably in the chair.

“So, I have a mission for you. For both of us.”

“What?”

“Guess who lives right across the lake.”

“Who? Stop making me ask questions.”

“Our old buddy Lukas Matsson.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Who?”

Roman grinned.

“You know who. You’re literally blushing.”

“It’s the sun.”

“I know you’ve been wondering how big his dick is.”

“Roman, what the fuck?”

“Hey, it’s fine. I mean, you still haven’t seen mine. It’s only healthy to think about other men’s dicks every now and then.”

“Jesus…”

“Look, seriously. I need your help. I have to convince him to make this deal. But I don’t think he likes me all that much. If you’re there, maybe he’ll perk up enough to listen to me. I mean, the man’s practically comatose.”

“What am I supposed to do?”

“I need you to get him a little hard, metaphorically speaking. He’ll want to show off his big dick in front of you by making this deal.”

“Stop saying ‘dick’. This is sounding really fucking weird.”

“Like I’m trying to whore you out to him?”

“Yeah. Exactly that.”

“Come on. You don’t have to do anything. Unless, you know, you want to.”

He wiggled his eyebrows. You gave a sigh.

“When are you leaving?”

“Soon. Now, actually. Can you put some clothes on? The bikini might be overkill.”

“God dammit, Roman.”

You stood up and grabbed the towel from the back of your chair. He grabbed your hand gently.

“Hey.”

You paused, gazing down at him, the quirky smile flashing, eyes obscured behind his dark sunglasses.

“You’re my secret weapon.”

You were on the boat less than half an hour later, speeding across Lake Como in the warm air.

“That’s his place,” Roman said, indicating the approaching villa. Tall cypress trees swayed in the lake breeze, revealing a stuccoed exterior and red tile roof. A hidden paradise nestled at the foot of the Alps.

“You’re shitting me.”

Roman grinned.

Lukas was waiting for you on the dock. He was barefoot, in a black t-shirt and white linen pants. His dark blue eyes glinted in the light reflecting off the lake.

Roman disembarked first, turning to lend you a hand. You felt Lukas watching the two of you.

"There you are, you tall motherfucker," Roman said, stepping forward to greet him. He shook Roman’s hand, then turned his gaze to you.

“You remember Y/N, right?” Roman said. “I think I interrupted your little party in the treehouse.”

“So you two are together?”

“Well, we haven’t fucked yet if that’s what you mean,” Roman said.

Lukas glanced at you. You rolled your eyes discreetly.

“I feel like I shouldn’t ask,” Lukas said.

“Oh, it’s all me. Not her fault.”

Lukas led the two of you to a patio shaded from the sun. His property was quiet, beautiful, secluded. It was strange to imagine him padding around the villa in his bare feet, alone. He reclined on a wicker sofa while you took a seat nearby.

Roman was looking at his phone, suddenly serious.

“What is it?” you said.

“I gotta take this. Sorry, guys.”

He stepped away, leaving you alone with Lukas. He reclined on a beige sofa, glancing at you with his hands folded in his lap.

“I was wondering if I’d see you again,” he said. “Where did we leave off?”

“I don’t remember. It was a long night.”

“When you said Roman was your favorite, I didn’t realize why.”

“It’s pretty complicated.”

“Sounds like it.” Lukas paused. “You guys really haven’t fucked?”

“It’s just… not like that. I know it sounds weird.”

“How long have you been together?”

“About a year.”

He let out a low whistle.

“So does that mean… I mean, are you guys exclusive?”

“So far. Yeah.”

You gazed at each other silently. Roman returned, phone in hand.

“Hey guys, I gotta run. But I’ll be back. Is it cool if she stays?”

“It’s fine,” Lukas said. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just family stuff. Kendall,” he added, glancing at you.

You nodded, unable to tell if he was bluffing or not.

“Try not to talk business without me,” Roman said. He turned and jogged back towards the dock. You heard the boat engine start as he sped off across the lake.

“Fun,” Lukas said.

You looked at him in confusion.

“We were talking about fun.”

He was gazing at you, broad shoulders in the dappled sunlight, his eyes calm.

“Do you want to see the rest of the house?”

You followed him inside, bare feet on the cool terracotta floor, a warm breeze moving through the open rooms. The villa was exquisitely decorated, a blend of modern art and traditional Italian motifs. Green and gold curtains, plush beige sofas, a gleaming oak dining table.

“You live alone?”

“Yeah. To be honest, I don’t like living with other people.”

“I know what you mean.”

“You and Roman don’t live together?

“Let’s stop talking about Roman.”

You paused in the doorway of a bedroom that opened onto a patio overlooking the lake. The sheer curtains lifted in the breeze. You felt Lukas glance at you.

“The downstairs is all for show. I live upstairs. Do you want to see?”

The upstairs was a loft with exposed beams and skylights. In contrast to the overblown downstairs decoration, everything here was black, white, grey. This was where Lukas’s preference for Scandinavian minimalism became apparent. He was so tall that he had to stoop in certain places. You peered into his office, sparsely decorated with a wooden desk, MacBook and high-end stereo system.

“This is where I get my thinking done. I really don’t like having visitors in general. Present company excepted.”

His bedroom was adjacent to the office. Again you lingered in the doorway, hesitant to enter his private quarters. He leaned on the doorframe across from you and folded his arms. He looked straight at you.

“So,” he said.

“So...?”

“Kendall’s birthday party. I had every intention of inviting you back to my room.”

“Roman ruined your plans, huh?”

“Pretty much. But then he brought you here.”

You went silent, gazing back at him. The blonde stubble, heavy brow, hard blue eyes. Something in him both frightening and compelling. Impenetrable but vulnerable. He was tan from the summer sun, calm and cool. He seemed curious to see what your next move would be. And he was willing to wait you out.

You meandered into the bedroom, glancing around at his possessions. A shelf full of books: classics, modern novels, books on tech. A stray pair of headphones. A solitary person’s existence.

He followed you in, taking a seat on the edge of his bed. You turned around to face him.

“Roman brought me here to help make the deal for his dad,” you said.

“I know that. I don’t care. I’ve already made my decision.”

“Okay.”

You stepped up to him, feet nearly touching. He watched you with the faint smile of someone who has been alone for a long time observing a newcomer in their space.

“Let’s not fuck around any longer,” he whispered.

Almost before he had finished speaking, you leaned down to kiss him. He kissed you back, long, deep kisses, like he had missed you intensely in your brief, inexplicable absence from his life. His hands slid up your back. You sank onto his lap, straddling him as his hands moved lower, exploring your unfamiliar form.

You ran your hands through his hair, along the back of his neck, across his broad shoulders. You slid your hands beneath the sleeves of his t-shirt, feeling his toned arms. You kissed his neck, the sound of his rasping breath in your ear.

“Did you think of me at all?” he whispered.

“I couldn’t stop,” you breathed.

You felt a throb as he grew harder beneath you. You pushed him back onto the bed and ground against him as he swiftly unbuttoned your shirt then shed his own. He pulled you down against him, kissing your neck, your shoulders, his stubble brushing your skin.

“You really haven’t been fucked in a year?”

You shook your head, gasping at his touch, unable to speak.

“Time to change that.”

He deftly changed positions with you, so that you were lying half-dressed beneath him. Now you had a full view of him, his bare torso, ruffled blonde hair, the intensity in his eyes. He unzipped his pants and slid out of them.

“Oh my god,” you said, unable to stop yourself. Lukas grinned, breathless.

“What?”

“You’re fucking huge.”

He tugged your pants off, gripping his cock, and without any further delay, slid swiftly into you.

You let out a long, vocal moan. It had been too long. Everything in you had been aching for him. He watched your every reaction, the slight grin on his face, his eyes glittering. You bucked against him, running your hands over his lean body as he slowly, firmly pounded into you. You gripped his forearm for dear life.

“Fuck, Lukas”

“Yeah? Is that good?”

You groaned in response as he leaned into you, his hot, sticky skin against yours, running along the length of your body with his bulk. He gripped your wrists, pinning you lightly as he pulsed in and out of you. You sank your teeth into the muscle of his shoulder, and he held you down harder.

“You feel like you want to come,” he murmured.

“Mmhmm.”

“You’re so fucking wet.”

You dug your fingers into his back, feeling your entire body tense up.

“It’s been so long. You’re ready to fucking burst.”

He slid his thumb into your mouth and you bit down on it. There were starbursts behind your eyes. His voice in your ear.

“There you go. Let me hear you. I want to hear you.”

That was it. You let go, back arched, thighs tensed, warmth spreading across your body as you let out a half-moan, half-scream. You heard Lukas groan and stiffen, his hand twined in your hair.

You stayed like that for a long moment, breathing into each other’s mouths. Finally he rolled off of you, shining with a light cover of sweat. You lay side by side, recovering.

“Fuck,” you whimpered.

“Is that what you wanted?”

“Fuck yes.”

You felt his fingers brush along your forearm. He was gazing at you from his pillow.

“You can come closer. If you want.”

You gladly complied, feeling his arm encircle you as you found a place against his chest. Your eyes traced his unfamiliar body. A tuft of blonde chest hair, a scar below his ribcage, a small birthmark near the belly button. But you didn’t touch him further. This was still new, the boundaries not yet established. Perhaps Lukas didn’t want to be touched in a tender, loving way. Perhaps you didn’t either.

“I wish we had more time,” he murmured. “There’s a lot more I want to do with you.”

“I was very pent-up,” you said, half-apologizing.

“No, it’s fine. It’s good when it’s fast sometimes. Plus I’m not great at seductive gestures.”

“This is only the second time we've met and you made me come. That just doesn’t happen.”

He gave a slight laugh, a low sound deep in his chest. He stroked your shoulder with his thumb briefly.

“I mean I’m not a normal person. Some things people want from me, I just can’t give them.”

“You’re talking to someone who’s been dating Roman Roy for a year and a half. I go without a lot of things.”

You gazed down his body, his skin soft and tan in the natural light.

“Plus, there’s probably a lot I can’t give you,” you murmured. “Remember, I’m not normal either.”

“I don’t care. I don’t want normal. I get bored easily.”

From the open window, you could hear the sound of the lake lapping against the shore. Then, growing in the distance, the high whine of a motor.

“Well,” said Lukas with a note of finality.

“What do we do?”

He turned on his side, looking straight at you again with that penetrating gaze.

“I think we need to see each other again,” he said.

“Okay.”

Without another word, he sat up, sliding into his pants. You savored the sight of his torso as he pulled on his shirt. You dressed quickly then met him in the doorway, where you paused. He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, then leaned down and kissed you once, warm and deep. He held your eyes for a long moment. He looked like he was about to say something, but instead he smiled slightly to himself and started down the stairs. You followed, eyes lingering on the back of his neck, his shoulders.

Roman met you on the green lawn. His hair and clothes were windblown and disheveled but he was grinning.

“Hey kids. Have fun without me?”

“Just showing her around the property.”

“I bet you did. Hey, I know it was shitty for me to run out like that, so if you want to talk about the deal another time, we’ll get out of your hair.”

“We don’t need to talk about it. I want to do it.”

Roman raised his eyebrows. “Well, shit. Are you sure, man?”

“Yeah. It’s fine. I’m sure.”

Roman grabbed his hand and shook it with a grin. “I guess we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other.”

“I guess we will.”

Lukas’s eyes flashed in your direction. You smiled slightly and looked away.

On the boat ride back, Roman was strangely silent. He had a secretive grin on his face and his eyes were obscured behind his dark glasses. Then he unexpectedly turned to you, grabbed your face between his hands, and kissed you on the mouth.

“It worked. It fucking worked.”

He held your hand the rest of the way back to his mother’s villa. It was the first time in a year and a half of dating that he had done so.

#i did a thing #lukas matsson x reader #lukas matsson/reader #succession #lukas matsson #roman roy #roman roy x reader #roman roy/reader #alexander skarsgard

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depravitymoon · 8 months

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My favorite Yandere Types

Author's note: I will spare you the sob story and just say that my uncle needed my help right after he got out the hospital. It wrecked my scheduling and I already promised that I would do better with posting more frequently, so I did another ramble post. These classifications aren't polished in any way. I just spouted whatever comes to mind. Enjoy!

Note #2: Sorry if the pic for Laidback Yan is blurry. I'll figure out how to do memes better next time. Also, all the yanderes listed are male yandere because that's my personal favorite.

Sugar Daddies

Kind of a "money comes at a price" thing I always love.

Pro: Spoils you.

Con: Thinks he owns your life.

Personally, I'm not a fan of the 'I'll isolate you' types. In fact, I think it'll be cooler to see a yandere use darling's loved ones to his advantage, such as "How desperate are you to get your sister into that art school?" and "It would be a shame if your brother doesn't have that dream job. I'm sure you'd do ANYTHING to make that happen if you could, right?"

Sadist/Psycho

He wakes up and chooses violence. Just an absolute menace to society. You'd have to make bad choices in your life to have him obsessed with you. I love this one, because writers can be very creative on how they act towards darling and towards the world. Typically their MO is "I wont hesitate to beat and shoot people. Not even you, darling! You just get it less."

Femboy/Otouto

My love for this is clearly inspired by Narancia (JJBA) and Bachira (Blue Lock). It's a guy who's naive, hyper, sweet, just so adorable that he'll have you thinking he's non-threatening. Then, the yanderu comes out and shows you just how dangerous and manipulative he can be. Also, he will get aggressive when you try slipping from him. I imagine this type always using overt guilt tripping.

Mr.Hades

Emo boy kidnaps a ball of sunshine to cure his lonely depression, such as Hades taking Persephone. There's not much else to say since this shipping dynamic (brooding x happy-go-lucky) is very popular.

Laidback

The laidback yandere that dont seem Yandere at all. He's super chill, actually gives you freedoms, and seems alright letting you socialize with people. What's the issue? Seems like a normal boyfriend! That's why I love them! So where does the Yanderu part comes in? In many different ways! Usually, in the form of a blackmailer or a tracker. It's easy to let you do what you want when you're never really that far from him or he has you fearing the consequence enough to trust you'll come back to him willingly. Honestly, I might do my own post on laidback yanderes.

#yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere x reader #male yandere #male yandere x reader #ramblings #rough draft #dark content #dark romance #yandere types #yandere theory

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justminawrites · 2 months

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None of you understand Amber Bennett: She's just a girl, your honour. A review of the show writers' least favourite love story from Invincible season 1.

Now let me just preface this by saying I have 2 points to make. Just two, very long, super rambly points that does have mild spoilers for Invincible season 2. Read at your own risk.

Point 1: Amber isn't "understanding" enough is utter bullshit.

There’s no indication that civilians outside of the ones associated with the GDA have any idea how brutal fights are for superheroes. Amber quite literally has no idea what the hell Mark is going through, even after the superhero reveal. The only thing she has a smidgeon of understanding of is his dad beating his ass on live TV. And even that is a heavy maybe because we don’t know how much of the fight the cameras could cover and how much was broadcast to the general public.

Point 2: Amber’s dated Losers before.

This is stated explicitly in canon, she's “been down that road." Furthermore, she’s also the daughter of a single-parent household. She used to hang out a community centre as a kid because her mom did late hours. Daddy Issues anyone? She’s got a lot of her own problems that we never get to unpack or linger on because the writing decided she wasn’t going to end up with Mark.

What if she’d already dated an absolute bastard before Mark? Someone who seemed sweet and genuine at first, but then he started slacking. He’d be late to dates, stop taking an interest in anything she did, and just never show up for her in any way that mattered. Amber would make up excuses with her friends and family, oh he’s busy, he’s studying; he cares, I swear, he just has a strange way of showing it.

Her friends and family don’t believe her completely but they humor her because she really seems to like him. And the ex-boyfriend isn’t a douchebag the whole time.. he brings gifts to make up for being late, he plies and pacifies her with honeyed words and promises to be better.

But each time the lies get more and more difficult to believe. Traffic and science projects, traffic and science projects, even when he shows up smelling like weed and alcohol. Her friends and family give her tight-lipped smiles when her ex-boyfriend gives her sloppy kisses and proclaims over and over “She’s too good for me, this one.”

She tries to be empathetic, she tries to be understanding when they’re alone, he can tell her what it is that’s wrong. But every-time she brings up giving them some space, he takes it as an indication of her not believing him and he guilts her with one sob story or another— she knows him, he was so gentle and respectful before they started dating, does she really think he’d do this to her if he didn’t have a good reason? Just a masterclass in gaslighting. So she gives him a second chance, third chance, fourth even.

But then he begins cheating on her. Whenever she confronts him about it, he plays victim and accuses her of being “crazy” even though the entire school knows otherwise. She catches him one fine day, and dumps him on the spot. For a short while, Amber’s very proud of this but as time passes she starts to feel extremely embarrassed that it took that long for her to catch on.

No one blames her, of course, but they all say something along the lines of “We never liked him anyway” which makes Amber doubt the perception of him she had. She internalises their support as a failing on her part to be vigilant, she didn’t want to end up making the same mistakes as her mom, after all.

Amber becomes guarded. She doesn’t entertain male attention (from Todd, for example) but then she finds out resident wimp Mark Grayson takes a beating for her and she feels bad.

So she gives him a chance. Mark was a nonissue, a nobody with no track record of being amazing or awful, just an in-between, normal guy who was maybe a little soft spoken and needed to stand up for himself more.

But every time they try to hang out, something comes in between them. The excuses are laughably obvious this time and Amber is caught between trying to understand if Mark Grayson is trying to let her down easy because he’s not interested or if he’s just another douchebag taking her for a ride.

He leaves her alone during their study date for an hour to do something shady and/or potentially related to Eve (I know she overheard him yelling at Cecil in his bedroom); Mark tells her he’s been to Mount Everest, but can’t tell her How he got there, and leaves on a non-specific trip for two weeks, right after their first date, and can’t even tell her Where he’s going or what he did when he was there?

So she does what she’d wished she’d done in her first relationship, she sets her boundaries. Firmly. She gives Mark multiple chances to come clean when she tells him she’s not riding that wave again. It’s been brought up a few times that Amber has lingering relationship-trauma.

During their study date Amber tells him she’s been in relationships with violent potentially abusive guys (“Met plenty of guys who were willing to throw a punch for me.”); or when he stands her up for the Dinner with her mom she tells him that he needs to make a choice because she’s “Been down this road before, and once was enough.”

But he still keeps at it and she starts getting tired of defending him to her friends and her mom. He’s just busy, he’s just studying; he cares, I swear, he just has a strange way of showing it. And this time they shake their heads and lightly imply that she’s stuck in a pattern. Amber can feel them comparing Mark to her old boyfriend and it all becomes a bit too much.

Either he’s a no good drug dealing prick or he’s just wasting her time, whatever it is, Amber’s had enough of being left in the dark.

The soup kitchen is the final straw, but then she finds out that he gets run over by a bus. He actually gets hurt, this is the first time Amber’s seen him hurt, and she feels awful because if she hadn’t pushed him to show up for her again and again maybe he would’ve been more careful.

He doesn’t let her visit him in the hospital. A hit and run on the wrong side of town was the story this time— he can’t even tell her this, the specifics of his accident! Eve was his first point of contact after his parents?! At this point Amber is convinced that he’s involved in something violent or something to do with Eve, or both and she’s not sure she wants to keep going with this.

Amber is confused and hurt but she also feels responsible for Mark’s injuries. Maybe she Was too paranoid, maybe she Was projecting all her relationship-trauma on him and he would tell her what happened at his own pace. So she backtracks, gives him another chance.

College is really the best of all worlds, Mark makes her promises that this time will be different, and Amber tentatively agrees to college together. (She’s still stressed out about his injuries and on edge the whole time though and asks if he has a concussion).

This is really important because Amber ends up at Upstate U later. She decided to go to college with him, basically because of Him. This wasn’t any specific plan she had before, this was her making room in her life for this boy and potentially everything their lives could be together.

Then the Reanimen Incident happens. And she loses her shit. Mark Grayson is not the flakey but well-intentioned boyfriend she thought he was.. Mark Grayson is not even a good person! He LEFT her and William at the drop of a hat to save his own slimy skin, that bastard! Her intuition was right, she never should’ve given him a chance.

Amber was no longer going to give Mark Grayson the time of day, much less share a bed with the self-serving jerk; she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of spinning another tall tale. Or seeing her cry. She closes the door to the shower rooms behind her, and overhears Rick leaving to get them all some beer. Dorm room walls are thin, after all.

Then she hears something else.

“You’re Invincible!” William’s voice carries over excitedly, “And you never told me?”

Here goes the "problematic" bit.

I think Amber was lying when she told Mark she knew he was Invincible weeks ago. Amber didn’t even know who Invincible was until a few minutes after the Reanimen attack. She isn’t acting for anyone around her, she’s genuinely confused when the superhero jets off because she’s never seen him in her life.

I think she overheard William freaking out about it in the dorm room and she pieced together Mark’s absences with his vague excuses and why couldn’t visit him at the hospital. She takes a shower to cool off but sitting and stewing on all of it just makes her angrier and she decides to go to the frat party just to get away from Mark for a while.

Now why wouldn’t she just tell him she overheard them talking?

Amber is an assertive independent character with a lot of pride. And that’s not a bad thing. Amber has a lot to be proud of. She has a strong sense of justice, she doesn’t take crap from anyone and she has too much self-worth to put up with liars.

You can clearly see this in the way she approaches Mark in the beginning. She asks William if he’s dating Eve, and then instead of calling him herself, she gets Todd to give Mark her number so he can call her if he’s interested, despite the fact that she already is. She has too much pride to chase him. It’s one of her fixed flaws, and it’s consistent to her character.

So finding out that Mark is actually Invincible almost by accident, is kind of embarrassing for Amber. Not only because she yelled at him for disappearing but for all the times he misled her and lied to her only to actually have a good reason for doing it. There’s a lot of mixed emotions there, shame, guilt, concern. Guilt.

Admitting that she overheard he was Invincible would be like admitting she was a stupid, nagging girlfriend who had no right to be a part of his life (the way the fandom perceives her) so she doesn’t. She tries to distract herself with the party, flirts with someone she just met not ten minutes ago, and feels awful because he immediately drops the girlfriend bomb.

Now she’s forced to confront the fact that she has a boyfriend, and her flakey, well-intentioned superhero boyfriend is sitting and moping in the dorm room because she doesn’t have the guts to tell him she knows. Because telling him she knows would remove the choice he’d need to make when deciding whether or not he was serious about their relationship.

Amber was serious, Amber was going to change her life and potentially open her future to college with him, but was Mark really sure about Them if he couldn’t even tell her of his own accord?

Telling him would be like giving him another out. And Amber was done giving him an out.

When he finally confesses he doesn’t see why she’s mad at him, because he doesn’t see her at all. He can’t even begin to imagine what this roller coaster of a weekend has been for her because she’s been serious about him all this time and it took them breaking up completely for Mark to choose her back in the first place and go all in.

Now it’s true that Mark is entitled to his secrets but Amber is also entitled to being upset that he can’t tell her 1 solid thing about his life. Not one thing does he trust her enough to explain, and at that point why should they even be dating each other? Why should she change the course of her future for a guy who can’t tell her where he was last weekend?

Then Omni-man beats him up on live TV, and now that she knows that he’s Invincible, she finally gets a glimpse into the bloody, gruesome world that is Mark’s. His Dad isn’t a superhero, his Dad is a Monster, and Mark is discovering this the same time as the rest of the world.

So she freaks out because she cares, and she’s so relieved to see him not beat to a bloody pulp like on TV that she kisses him. She likely had no intention of getting back together with him before that, but world-ending fiascos often come with heightened emotions, and they’re just kids at the end of the day.

She’s not a manipulative, narcissistic villain, she’s just a proud girl, in love with a boy who can’t decided whether or not he loves her back.

Now do I think Mark is a terrible jerk who doesn’t deserve Amber? No. I watched Invincible the same way it was intended, almost entirely through Mark’s eyes, and it’s hard to assign blame in this case because we see how horrifying and traumatic being a superhero actually is. But that’s the point, we only see one half of the story.

We see Amber through Mark’s eyes and in his opinion she could afford to be more compassionate to his excuses the moment she finds out he’s a hero, the way Eve can, but that’s not true at all because Amber has no idea what being a hero is like. Eve does, and that’s the difference that Mark is wilfully blind to.

But Mark also has no idea what Amber’s life is like and it’s easy to get lost in the sea of all the lives lost and villains fought, that he genuinely hasn’t spent any time with his girlfriend as a person beyond his Girlfriend. Amber isn’t a person to him, like William stopped being eventually; they became sort of tethers to Mark’s humanity, a way to distinguish himself from his Dad. A way to ground him.

Seriously? When was the last time Mark even talked to William, his once Best Friend? They’re not his Mom, they’re concepts to him. They’re civilians, potential victims he could end up losing if he doesn’t police himself and his powers. Mark slowly becomes disillusioned to his own life as a human, the more the leans into the Viltrumite half of his parentage.

It’s a little tragic but it’s the story we’re seeing. In season 2, when Mark and Amber break up and he gives up his dream for college, these two things are almost explicitly correlated. Mark is coming to terms with the fact that he’s going to outlive everyone he knows, even his new baby brother and that is just the most chaotic example of a slow-burn trauma if I’ve ever seen one. He’s giving up being human, but maybe not giving up his humanity.

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TLDR: None of you understand Amber Bennett because the writers decided that Mark would outlive her before he ever had the chance to see things from her perspective and I am SALTY about it

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cherryskyies · 2 years

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What your favorite slasher says about you

includes: rz michael myers, thomas hewitt. hannibal lecter

coming next: og michael myers, bo & vincent sinclair, jason voorhees, the grabber

Masterlist || Navigation || Ao3 || pt.2

RZ Michael Myers

Not to start off on a sexual note, but you’re heavy into size difference — both the security it brings and the idea of it being so easy for him to pick you up and manhandle you is like, the best thing ever for you guys.

I think a good amount of you rz michael myer fans are plus size, mainly because I myself am so I see the appeal of a man that is strong enough to lift you with ease, when the average man might have a struggle — even if they don’t, it’s hard to let go of the insecurity and fear that they will, whereas michael has flipped a damn car so no worries there.

You like the dominance, the fact that he could kill you with one hand, but he doesn’t. It makes you feel protected, even though he’s the one you should be protected from.

It’s giving knife play and a choking kink. You’re into the idea of being marked by another, permanent scars left behind as a reminder of them and a hand large enough it covers your entire throat, other hand holding your wrists above your head.

You prefer forced submission.

Something about being stalked everywhere you go is appealing

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Thomas Hewitt

Again with the size difference — you guys go crazy for a man that can throw you around like a sack of potatoes.

Family is important to you, someone who goes to any length to protect and provide is something you never really had, so you find comfort in those who give what you wish you had.

I’m feeling like there is a breeding kink going on here, the idea of someone loving you so tenderly and selflessly sends you into overdrive — maybe you’re insecure yourself with your own looks, so having someone like Tommy makes you feel better — not because he is ugly by any means, but because he himself knows what it is like to think lesser of yourself for not being able to conform to society's norms of what is desirable.

I feel like your morals clash with the average person. You wouldn’t be too against cannibalism; perhaps you wouldn’t mind trying it if it was consensual or maybe you would try it as a means of survival, much like the Hewitts. Either way, I don’t sense a lot of distaste on the subject of cannibals.

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Hannibal Lecter

You enjoy the finer things in life, maybe you’re an artist or musician of sorts – might be a slight alcoholic with a preference of wine or champagne.

Similar to Thomas Hewitt fans, you are not against cannibalism, you see it no differently than killing an animal for its meat, just less accepted by society. You’d probably help Hannibal with the designs he does on the dead bodies he doesn’t eat.

Domestic life doesn’t seem like a bad thing to you. Having a loving husband who will stop at no means to keep you safe, Sunday dinners you share with friends and coworkers, the occasional ball or fancy dinner — it’s a dream, really.

Kids are hit or miss with you. Maybe you’d rather be the frequent babysitter or adopt, but you almost prefer your life to be child free so you can do your own thing with no other responsibility – maybe you were the child that “ruined” your parent’s love and do not wish the same thing for yourself, because much like you, a child does not deserve such a burden.

When someone asks you “What is a trait you’d like in a partner?” possessive is a word you use often. You yearn to feel sought after, desired. You want to be worth something to someone, to be held close and whispered sweet nothings to.

Last thing, but I feel like promises have often fallen through; people promise this or that and never go through with it, so you have some major trust issues on top of the obvious daddy issues and love for dilfs.

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respectthepetty · 10 months

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Plant Daddies - Episode 3

This isn't about colors. This is about the Triangular Theory of Love in Hidden Agenda, but it's like lasagna; it has layers. Tee, is this about Step by Step?!

I wrote about plant symbolism in Hidden Agenda in Plant Daddies at Tea Time:

Yellow Chrysanthemum, the tea Zo drinks, represents slighted or neglected love and the taste of its tea is sweet.

And Red Roselle, the juice Joke drinks, represents romantic love or passion and the taste of its juice is sour.

The boys stick to those drinks.

But this week they switched without any comment.

Also, Zo told two stories this week from his Legends of Love book:

Red Roses get their color from the blood of Adonis mixing with the tears of Aphrodite seeping into the ground which caused the roses to change from white to red.

Yellow Sunflowers exist because Clytie fell in love with the sun god, Apollo, so when he left her, she looked at the sun so long that she grew roots and turned into a sunflower.

Both stories deal with a person losing the person she loves. However, the roses story is about love being taken away, and the sunflower story is about love leaving. Also, Zo stated he would cry if he lost his love, while Joke stated he wouldn't leave that person in the first place.

Yet Nita's take on the story is to move on from the past and find someone else.

Once again, this isn't about colors, but we now have two separate occasions where plants/flowers are included in the narrative, and those items are color-coded yellow and red, which only adds to the way we are seeing those colors pop up in the show with a third color.

I mentioned in the Plant Daddies at Tea Time post that primary colors seem to be intentional in the show because this episode, the only colored clothing Joke handed Zo when they were shopping was yellow.

Yet by the end, Zo was in blue with his yellow backpack.

So what does this have to do with the Triangular Theory of Love?

Well, all things come in threes:

The Primary Colors:

Red

Yellow

Blue

These are the basic colors needed to make all other colors; therefore, all colors start from these three, and all colors stem from these three colors.

The Love Triangle:

Joke likes Zo.

Zo likes Nita.

Nita likes Joke?

Issue - We don't know if Nita does still have feelings for Joke because her response to the story seemed as if she would get over Joke.

The Dating Rules:

Rule #1 - Do not gawk at your love interest.

Rule #2 - Ease into it. Don't rush. Oh, AND CONSENT!

Rule #3 - Do whatever Joke says.

Rule #3 - Stay true to yourself starting with the first date.

Issue - Joke seems to have problems sticking to his own rules.

The Triangular Theory of Love:

"It breaks down love into three components."

Passion - Zo is passionate about pursuing Nita.

Intimacy - Joke tells Zo he must ask Nita out to build this.

Commitment - And once they begin to date, this will evolve.

Issue - Zo already notices his heart isn't fluttering around Nita the way he thought it would, yet his heart seems to be doing something around Joke, which is maybe why Joke continues to advise Zo to do some self-reflection and try new things.

Because just like Khai and Third in the correctly titled Theory of Love, this process isn't just for Zo, but Joke:

Passion - Joke is passionate about getting Zo by any means necessary.

Commitment - Joke is committed to this bit, he made Zo give him explicit promises (to work together, to help him get in the debate team), and he already stated he would be committed in a relationship during their story time.

Intimacy - This is what Joke is lacking, which is why he developed this huge scheme to get Zo to spend more time with him.

The Balance:

Is this a story about finding the middle ground between two extremes?

So far, we have a story about Joke, a passionate guy who drinks sour red roselle juice and openly admits to being aggressive about love like the thorns of a rose, trying to develop intimacy with a boy who drinks sweet yellow chrysanthemum tea and says he would just stare at what he can't have than go after it like a sunflower in order to show his commitment . . .

Then both of these boys need each other to find that balance between their two ways of loving.

Joke has launched in elaborate plan to get Zo while Zo was willing to admire Nita from a distance for the rest of his life. Zo can't just stare at his crush (Rule #1), and Joke can't rush into things (Rule #2), yet neither has been truly themself from the start to get the other person (Rule #3).

In order to make this work:

Joke needs to learn sweet intimacy.

And Zo needs to understand burning passion.

So they can find a balance and be able to commit to each other when the time comes.

And maybe that will help their friends find a good balance between the secrets they hide in the dark and the looks they give in the light.

And maybe even rethink how they see things so they can find new meaning in what has been in front of them the entire time.

Because that look was more than what Kot said. Right?

#hidden agenda #hidden agenda the series #joke x zo #the colors mean things #but this isn't about the colors #plant daddies

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I’m sorry for any spelling errors!!

I just wanna put this out here, I been dreaming about for like two weeks it’s like a series in my head. So this happens when Alastor was still alive, he falls in love with a woman who was a bit younger than him, she was a sweet doll. They slept together once!(sexually, they were each others first) But they were never officially a couple, Alastor wanted to but hasn’t made a move on it (cuz he was busy killing). So after they slept together she founds out she’s pregnant, since she was younger than him she was scared to tell him because they weren’t even in a relationship and didn’t want to ruin his career and reputation, (she kinda knew what he did at night another reason why she was scared that he was gonna hurt her or the baby, still loved him) but she was just scared so she told her family and her family sent her way and she never told Alastor. He was kinda of heartbroken when he found out couple days later that she moved away. Her family wouldn’t give him any information where or how to contact her. So he never saw her again.

That’s the basics of it!

Anywho, so she’s pregnant with twins one boy one girl (girl looked like her mom while the boy is a copy of their father), Alastor dies 3 week later when the twins where born, a hard working single mother. She did talk about their father to her kids and what he was like also looked like with the one picture she had. Years later mother dies of a sickness when the twins are 18 years old. (Mother goes to heaven)

The point of this is that the twins took up, dark magic, same as their father, but didn’t know that he did that to.

(Idk why but I like the names Maddie(boy) and Louisa(girl) for the twins, the boy is older by a couple minutes or months idk how the twin thing works )

By now the twins are 20 years old and for some reason Lou (short for Louisa) wants to know more about the mysterious Alastor, who is known to be their father. So she’s going through looking for information, anything about him. She just feels a little sad she never got a dad like the other girls she went to school with or when in middle school she couldn’t go to the Father daughter dance. She just wanted a little bit of a father figure while Maddie wasn’t really interested in knowing about their father, he sees their “father” as a guy who’s just a guy.

(As you can see both Daddy issues in two different ways, Maddie more of a mommy’s boy also was very protective of their mother when alive, and sister. Promising his mother to look after his sister)

I have more to this but I wanna get into what kind of powers the twins have.

Louisa ability is more of a witch more like the Scarlet witch but she’s more a soft girl so she doesn’t really use it for evil. She very more connected to nature (like kiri from Avatar). She is the kindest person you’ll meet, she’s every understanding about others (she’s someone you can talk to without feeling judged) she doesn’t really care if she’s hurt physically, but emotionally not just to her but to the ones she loves… things get dark.

Maddie is more of a… fuck around and found out will inflict pain on you for just looking at them or his sister in the wrong way , like Alastor smiles a lot too, I wouldn’t say he’s soft but he’s very aware of his emotions but it’s hard for him to talk about it( rather suffer in silence) ability is… it’s kind a like Alastor, but not really, but the form of it is also a Wendigo. he does know dark magic like spells, but he transforms into a beast like a Wendigo. (yk how Alastor and his shadow are like “friends?” They talk to each other and stuff) well Maddie has that too but it’s not a shadow kinda more a (venom) thing of his Wendigo who is his friend and they are bound together.

I have more but I can’t put it into words for right now Alastor does come up in this and meets the twins but this right here is more about them

More outfits

#alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor headcanons #alastor human #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #the radio demon #alastor hartfelt #alastor the radio demon #cursed cat alastor

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lillypad910 · 1 year

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Making Our Home Part 1

Pairing: abused!Billy Hargrove x abused!F!reader

Part 2

Uses (y/n) because I hate “x readers” that are actually OCs

Word Count: 7,789 (yes exactly, I wrote this in my notes app and copied it to word for this count and I went “OH” and this is only about HALF of the note so- still have an extra part that’s already another 7k words).

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! smut, unprotected sex, protected sex, swearing, violence, blood, abusive parents (both reader’s parents and Billy’s dad), “cheating” (Billy and reader aren’t actually dating), Billy is a jerk BUT character growth (Billy gets better I promise, so does Reader’s dad I definitely projected my own daddy issues, so I apologize in advance), pet names (Doll)

Summary: (y/n) has lived in Hawkins, Indiana her entire life. Everyone knows her, she’s the one that sits in the second row of class, with good grades, is kind, and has lots of friends. Billy was the new guy at school, the new “king” of Hawkins High. He’s a complete jerk to everyone, even her. So why does she feel so safe with him…?

A/N: This is something I’ve been working on for over a year now, and I think I finally got it to where I’m comfortable to share. I hate when Billy is written as this “jerk but nice to you” cliché, cause let’s be real, he wouldn’t be. He’s a racist and an asshole, but I think having someone who understands his source of anger would help let him begin to learn love.

Also Scent idea: Coconut Sandalwood (bath and body candle) is EXACTLY what I imagine Billy to smell like without the smoke or cologne. Like y’all KNOW that’s his Shower gel 😩 (I may have bought one for that reason 👀)

You can’t remember when these nights began. Maybe it was the supposed ‘one night’ that started the comfort you feel with him, or maybe the continued nights you both shared after, maybe the safety you felt in his arms. You weren’t sure. All you knew is that you didn’t hate it, unlike everything else in life.

Billy Hargrove moved to Hawkins with his dad and new step mom and step sister. You had lived in Hawkins your whole life, so when the new boy took charge as the new ‘King’ of Hawkins High School, you weren’t a stranger to it. Walking around school, you always thought Billy was attractive, like any other girl. Billy was everyone’s new favorite.

Growing up here, you were known around as the girl with a kind heart. But they all didn’t really know you. You were a kid in the second row, focused on school. But what people didn’t see was the important part. Your dad is a drunk, has been since you were little. Your mom cheats on him by going to the bar every night and not coming home until 3 in the morning, wobbling in the door, rolling her eyes seeing your dad passed out on the couch. Every morning awoke to screaming and crying, your mom being shoved into a wall and slapped, maybe a punch to your dad’s chin.

You didn’t understand why they didn’t divorce. Actually, that’s a lie. Your little sister was the reason, she was the only thing keeping you there, only thing keeping your broken family on the string.

Sometimes in bursts of anger during your mom’s late night adventures, your dad would wake and mistake you for her, beating on you and calling you names. You look so similar to your mom, that you blow it off as the blurry vision of alcoholism.

The abuse never stops though, it’s a constant spiral into farther depression. Your only hope is getting good grades and getting a scholarship, going away to college, moving out of this town, maybe taking your sister with you. It is the only chance you both have at a better life.

Or at least thats what you thought.

Billy was the first person you felt safe with. You weren’t about to loose that either.

Laying out on his bed, his hands squeezing your thighs as you both moan into the now humid air of his room. You feel safe and warm, comforted by his large hands against your skin. His lips smother yours in sloppy kisses, begging for you more. You love him. God, you love him. He slams into you harder, making your back arch. “Fuck, (y/n)…” his voice is raspy and deep, lulling you to reach up to his face and cup his cheeks in your hands, pulling him closer to you for a kiss. A real kiss.

When the event is finished, he lays over you, arms around your waist. You drink in everything about him. His curly hair sprayed out over your bare chest, his sent, fuck, his sent. He reeks of cigarettes, but a strong sent of a hefty cologne masks most of it, something woodsy, but you can still smell his shower gel or maybe his shampoo? Something with coconut, something you can’t notice unless he’s this close. You reach your hand up to pet his hair, but he pulls away before you can, getting up and throwing away the condom.

Things with Billy aren’t easy. He’s rough and mean, never one for aftercare unfortunately, which is really all you need sometimes.

Walking over to his dresser, he grabs the pack of cigarettes, pulling one out and lighting it. He places it in between his lips before pulling on his boxers. You lay there for a minute, trying to have his sent linger there as long as you can. You finally sit up, looking over to the mirror over his dresser, looking at him through it. He stares down on something on his dresser. You look at yourself in the reflection. You have hickeys all on your body, a blush creeping up your face as you stare longer at the marks he left on you.

“You staying or going tonight?” He asks, blowing out smoke from his mouth. “Am I allowed to stay tonight?” You ask, eyes glittering at the man in front of you. You’ve stayed before, but every time you felt like you were forcing him to let you, and you hated it. You hated forcing him to do things, he would just get mad about it. “You can. Not like you haven’t before.” He doesn’t look at you, but you can hear the annoyance in his voice.

You never understood why you feel safe with him. Maybe it’s more that he’s better than being at your house.

“I would like to…” you mumble. He opens a drawer in his dresser and pulls out one of his t-shirts, turning around and throwing it at the foot of his bed. You crawl over, legs shaking and pick up the shirt, throwing it over your head.

When you look up, a light gasp leaves you when you sees he’s standing right in front of you. His hand reaches and grabs you chin, tilting it up to make you look at him. “Don’t get too cozy with me, Doll, I’m not a kind man.” He drops your chin and snuffs out the cigarette in the ash tray on his dresser before turning back to you. “You know this already though, right?” He asks, leaning back. You nod, staring at him. “Fuck, (y/n), don’t look at me like that. Those soft eyes are gonna kill me one day.” He walks over, wrapping his hand around your neck before smashing his lips to yours. You kiss back almost instantly.

You wake up in the morning, the t-shirt thrown on to the floor at the foot of the bed. You move, only to feel Billy’s hand land on your waist and pull you closer to him. He may claim to not like cuddles, and only in this for sex, but he always does this in the morning.

He always pulls you close, snuggling his face into your hair. You love waking up to this Billy, this gentle, kind Billy. Still sleeping Billy.

You hear his alarm go off and you sigh, knowing it will wake him up and he’ll pull away. He always pulls away. You snuggle into his chest, not wanting to move, just enjoy these few moments when he’s unconsciously loving.

Billy shuffles swinging his arm back, slapping his alarm clock, before snuggling into you more. “Five more minutes…” he mumbles. You breath in his scent. You could live like this, right here. Just laying with him. He doesn’t even know he’s holding you but he is.

You close your eyes, and before long, the alarm goes off again, Billy pulls away and you sink from the shift of weight on the bed. He sits up, landing his feet on the floor, stretching his arms before placing his hands back on the mattress. His back covered in scratches. You didn’t even notice them last night. Scratches you made last night. You marked him.

Billy stands, snatching his boxers off the floor and slipping them on. He lights a cigarette, opening his curtain a bit to look outside. The sun blares in and you flinch at the bright light, “For fuck’s sake, Billy.” The words leave your mouth before you can even process them. He turns to you and glares, opening the curtain more just to blind you. “Morning, Doll.” He spits.

You glare at him and snatch one of the pillows off his bed, chunking it at him, “Fuck you, close the god damn curtain.” The pillow hits just at his dresser next to him, “Hey!” Billy yells. You turn over, now pissed off, your wonderful morning turned sour just from him waking up. Billy closes the curtain.

The next thing you know the blankets are pulled off your bare form, the cold air hitting you. You flinch before looking back at him, “What the hell, Billy!?” He slaps his pillow back on the bed just by your head. “Get up.” He glares. “No.” “I’m not asking, (y/n).” “Don’t care.” He rolls his eyes and grumbles, walking over to his closet.

Billy drives you down the road, speeding like a fucking mad man, before parking. “You can go slower, Jackass.” You roll your eyes hopping out of the passenger seat. Max steps out from the back seat, sitting her board down and kicking off towards the middle school. “I drive how I want.” Billy glares at you, before turning around to snuff out his cigarette into the ground. You slam his car door shut and watch him whip around and glare at you. “Fucking hell, (y/n), careful!” You roll your eyes at him again, throwing your bag over your shoulder and walking into the school.

You go your separate ways for the day, focusing on your school work. “(Y/n),” you turn away from your locker to see one of your popular friends. “Party at Carol’s tonight, you down?” You think for a moment.

Your parents don’t care when you go missing for days on end. Hell, you stayed with Billy for an entire week once and then came home at 2 am, dad passed out like usual, the only person acknowledging your absence being your little sister. Your mom asked you the following morning where you had been, but you could tell she didn’t really care. “A friend’s.” You told her. She shrugged it off with a simple “Ok.” They don’t fucking care about you.

“Sure, why not?”

You caught a ride with one of the guys your friend had been trying to set you up with for the past year. God, when will he take a hint. You wear a slutty outfit, hoping Billy will be there, honestly knowing he will be.

Hopping out of the car you spot Billy on the keg stand. Fucking dumbass. When he drops he throws his fist in the air, a cheer goes across the crowd circling him. He catches eyes with you. The guy who drove you wraps his arm around your waist.

Billy would never admit it, but he hates seeing you with other guys. It just pisses him off. He can’t explain why, he refuses to. He glares at you as the guy leads you into the house. Billy can’t keep his eyes off you no matter how hard he tries.

Billy has had a rough life, his mom fucking packing her shit when he was smaller than Max, his dad being a total abusive jackass all the time. He gets told to watch over Max, make sure she’s ok, and if she gets home late or something happens it’s always on him.

But for some fucking reason he doesn’t hate you. He claims he does, cussing you out or calling you a filthy whore when he finds out you slept with another guy. But he never means it. It’s hard because all he’s ever known is hatred.

He knows of the things you’ve dealt with at home, obviously being at your house a few times to learn how shitty your parents were, same with you with his dad. He hated when your dad beat you, he would sneak into you room just looking to let off steam, and find you crying with a bruise on your cheek. He hates you crying.

Billy doesn’t know how to handle tears, so when he finds you crying in your room, all he can do is give you an escape. Laying you back on your bed and roughly making you forget about your pain.

So yeah, seeing you with another guy pisses him off.

Walking into the house, Carol greets you. You give her a quick ‘hey’ before going straight for the alcohol. You take a red solo cup, dunking it into the punch bowl. Steve walks up finding you as you chug it down. “Whoa, whoa, (y/n), hey.” Steve snatched the cup from you. “Fuck off, Steve, not in the mood.” “Just… slow down, damn…”

He hands you the cup and you lean against the counter. “What’s up? You hate parties.” “Feeling like I need a distraction.” You glare at the crowd of teens in the living room, Billy on the other side, now flirting with what ever bitch he can get his hands on.

You know you have no right to be mad, you’re just fuck buddies, not exclusive. But it still pulls at your heart seeing him run his hands over other girls. You can practically feel them roam your skin, gripping at your hips-

“(Y/n)?” Steve pulls you from your stare. “What?” You ask. “You ok? You seem so out of it…” Steve places his hand on your shoulder.

You and Steve have been friends for a while, hanging around the same crowd since elementary. Honestly you used to date, but after you broke it off, trying to focus on school, Steve started going out with Nancy Wheeler, a girl in the grade under you. You thought they were perfect for each other. Steve loves Nancy, but he still cares for you and you for him. You stayed friends even now.

“I’m fine, Steve, I’m fine.” You tell him. He nods and removes his hand. “Ok, if you need anything, just let me know, ok? You’re still my friend, (l/n), you can’t cut me off that easy.” You giggle slightly. He always lightened your mood. “Yeah, dork, I know.” You ruffle his hair and step away from the punch bowl, trying to find the guy you pulled up with. You wanted attention. Even if it meant just more sex, at least maybe you could get aftercare from someone.

You run into Tommy, one of Billy’s friends, who immediately starts flirting with you. You reciprocate, wanting to honestly just have a good time. After a couple dances, Tommy takes you upstairs.

Pulling him immediately onto the bed, you kiss him just wanting someone to touch you. Tommy climbs over you, quick to scurry off his pants, but you stop him. You help him remove them before leaning down, being quick to take him into your mouth.

He’s no Billy, but the rest of your evening consisted of your legs wrapped around his waist, kisses dancing across your neck. You know that if Billy found out he’d be so pissed. So you enjoyed yourself, letting him have you all night long, any position he wanted you. But again, he was no Billy Hargrove.

The next morning, Billy waltzes into the boys locker room. He is already pissed off, you never answered any of his calls last night, couldn’t find you at the end of the party.

When he is getting changed, Tommy starts bragging about a bang he made last night. Billy’s ears perk, curious as to what secret whore was let out at the party. “Fuck, man, (y/n) was incredible.” Tommy smirks to himself. Billy froze. Why the hell was Tommy Hagan talking about you, his girl.

When the group gets out into the gym, Billy steps up to Tommy, “heard you had a good fuck last night?” “Yeah, don’t tell Carol though, she’d flip. Honestly this chick was way better.” “Yeah?” Billy asks, a smile on his face. “Yeah-“ Billy smashes his fist into Tommy’s cheek, practically throwing the guy to the ground. “What the hell, man?!” Tommy yells out, holding his cheek in his hand. Billy grabs Tommy’s shirt and yanks him to his feet, before throwing him against a wall, punching his fists into his face over and over again. Tommy’s face starts bleeding fast, but Billy doesn’t stop.

The fight builds up a crowd quickly, you being included. When you see Billy beating on Tommy you immediately squeeze through everyone, “Billy!” You run up and grab Billy’s arm, pulling him away from Tommy, trying to get him to stop. “Billy, stop!!” You get shoved down to the floor just as Carol comes running up. “Tommy!! Billy, quit it!” Carol smashes her body into Billy, getting him to finally shove off her boyfriend. You quickly stand, getting in between the couple and Billy. “Billy, stop!” You tell him, holding your hands against his chest, which shockingly he stops. Carol cups Tommy’s face in her hands, examining his wounds, before turning to you both.

To be honest you would have felt guilty in that moment, knowing you spent the night at her house with her boyfriend, but you didn’t. Honestly you were more so shocked. You got a reaction from Billy.

“What the fuck, Billy?!” Carol screams at him. The crowd around you watches you all carefully. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” She yells, obviously and rightfully pissed.

“Oh, fuck off, Carol!” Billy yells back. You stare at him, genuinely blown away by the way your touch is calming him down. He glances down at you hands, then back up at your face. His hand lifts and slaps your hand off him. “Get the fuck off. Fuck you. Fuck all of you!” Billy walks out the side door of the gym.

“Tommy? You hear me, baby?” Carol makes her boyfriend look at her. “What the hell happened?” She asks. You turn to Tommy, meeting eyes. “Nothing, he just… fucking attacked me. That fucking psycho.” Tommy breaths out. Carol’s eyes soften, but you knew. You knew Billy found out about last night.

You step out of the school at the end of the day, only to spot Billy walking up. You glare at him, pissed he got in a fucking fight. He was completely ok too, no bruises no marks, Tommy didn’t even stand a chance. “Billy.” You went to go walk past him, but he grips your arm, snatching you to stop and look at him. “You fucking bitch.”

His words slither out of his mouth with the purest venom. “This is all your fucking fault.” His grip on your arm tightens but you don’t move, not even flinch. “Fuck off, Billy. We aren’t dating, remember?” Billy couldn’t help but wanna fucking slap you across the face right there, but he knew if he did, he would be just like his dad.

He glances down and watched for a second as your chest raises and falls. For fuck’s sake he loves your chest. Your entire body. Everything about you. You are his guilty pleasure.

Even now, as you stand before him, knowing you fucked another guy just last night, he still wants you. “God fucking- fuck.” Billy drops his hand, before barging into the school, leaving you alone.

You make it home only to have your mom home, a shocking display. “Hey,” your mom calls as you enter the house, “where the fuck have you been?” She growls. “Your dad’s passed out, Penny has had to heat up fucking egos for the past three days!” You look away from your mother. “You never cared before.” Your mother raises her brow, “excuse me?” You go to repeat your words louder, not having a damn care in the world anymore, but a sharp stink hits your cheek as your face is whipped to look towards the tv.

You take a deep breath, your hand raising to brush against your now red cheek. Your mother’s hand lays out slightly in front of her. “Don’t you. Dare. Talk to me like that again! I’m your mother! You ungrateful-”without even thinking, your hand flies, slapping against her jaw so hard she stumbles. “I don’t have a mom.” Your voice spits with such distaste towards the word. “You have no right. Claiming to be a mom? Please! All you do is fuck around with guys at bars, leaving dad here for me to fucking deal with!” You press you finger to your chest, pressing into your skin. “Me! A teenager! You hate it here! So why don’t you just fucking leave! Life would be so much better if you just fucking died!” You practically spit at her, before running up stairs.

You slam your door shut, pressing your back against the white wood. Sliding down you lift your knees to your chest, allowing yourself to cry into them. You want comfort. You want him. You fucked up so fucking bad and you hate yourself for it. Your mom deserves hell, but you deserve much worse.

Before long banging comes from the other side, making you jump, a quick scream leaving your lips, as you press your weight against the door. “Open the door, (y/n)!” Your mother screams. “Open the god damn door!!” You reach down, tears streaming down your cheeks. You lock the door, before moving as much of your furniture you can in front of the door. You panic, looking around the room.

Opening your window quickly, you climb out onto the ledge of the roof, like Billy has done so many times before. You climb down, dropping to your knees as you hit the ground. You take no time to stand and start running.

Stopping at the door of the house, you knock hard, knowing your tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes were gonna give you away. Billy opens the door, his shirt off, “aww, missed me all ready, Doll? Done with that prick, Tommy?” “Oh fuck off.” You hissed at him. You body aches as you stare at him, his bare chest smooth and perfect. He raises his hand and grips your jaw, turning your head to the side to see the red mark on your cheek. You could still feel it stinging.

“What the hell happened?” He asks. Your body betrays you, soft whimpers leaving your lips as more sobs choke up from your throat. Billy stares at your eyes, trying to read your expression. “Did he hit you again?” He was asking about your dad, but all you can do is crumble. “Doll,” Billy stiffens as you lean into his chest, laying your head on his shoulder. As stated before he hates you crying.

“Doll, come in.” He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you inside, closing the door before slamming you against the wood. You let out a gasp, but don’t protest as his lips fall to yours, deeply placing kisses on your lips. “Fuck, Doll…” his hands raise up your shirt, before lifting you up so you sit around his waist. You run your hands through his hair, melting into his touch. God, you missed him.

He scoops you off the door, letting you lay your head into his neck as he walks you upstairs to his room. He lays you back, pressing soft kisses to your cheek then down your neck. “Billy…” your moans fill his ears, electrifying him. Fuck, the things you do to him. He fumbles with his belt as you lay on your back, wrapping your legs around his waist. He yanks out his belt from the belt loops quickly dropping his pants and boxers before sliding your underwear down your legs.

He takes no time slamming into you, starting at a fast pace, holding your hips against his waist. Your gasps and screams fill his room, followed by his deep grunts and groans. He climbs onto the bed, pushing deeper into you. Fuck, you made him crazy.

He places a hand on your lower stomach, pushing down, getting a lovely moan to slip out of your perfect lips. “Fuck, (y/n)…” his voice is groggy, deep, he grabs your thighs and pushes them down, opening you to be a perfect display for him. Your eyes roll back. Skin slaps against skin, the temperature in the room rising. “F-Fuck, Billy…” your toes curl.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck!” Billy leans down to kiss your stomach. “God, I’m gonna fucking cum, Doll…” your legs find themselves wrapped around his waist again, each thrust sends him deeper to your core. “B-Billy, please…” your voice begs him. He lets out a soft chuckle, “Please what, Doll? Do you wanna cum?” Billy asks, slapping his hand against your ass. The sting sends a shiver down your spine, but you like it. “Please…” he thrusts faster, your whimpers making this completely worth the workout. “Fuck…” Billy groans as he feels you release around him, making him tumble over his edge. He spills into you, placing his hands beside your head. “God… fuck…”

You pass out within seconds, laying into his bed comfortably. His scent fills your nose as you sleep, making you feel safe.

Billy lays in his bed, unable to sleep. His mind keeps replaying the last few hours in his head.

You passed out over his bed, and to be honest it scared the shit out of him. His body reacted before his brain, grabbing your face and patting your cheeks softly, “(y/n)? (Y/n).” You stirred, a hum leaving your lips, letting him release a sigh of relief. He pulled away from you, pulling out a shirt from his dresser and lifting you up, throwing it over your head. “Why the hell did you have to pass out on me? God, can’t even take it rough.” He mumbles to himself.

He stops when you lay your head on his shoulder. “Billy…” he froze, stiff as a board. “Yeah, Doll?” He spoke quietly. You didn’t answer and he looked over at your face, a soft smile on your lips. Fuck.

He laid you back, lifting your underwear off the ground and lifting it up your legs. He lets you lay back on his bed while he lights a cigarette. He takes a puff only to watch you wiggle in your sleep. “Billy…” his name leaves your lips, and he feels his heart skip each time. “God, what am I gonna do with you, Doll.” He leans over you, cigarette still in is mouth. He brushes your hair out of your face. “You stress me out… make me worry when I don’t know where you are.” He sighs. “God, you’re so pretty…” “Billy…” he brushes his knuckle against your soft cheek, “What’s on your mind, Doll. Tell me, I wanna know.” He mumbles.

He does want to know, he really wants to know. He wants to know what you think of him when you aren’t using a filter, when you don’t shout hate back at him.

“I love you, Billy…” the words are soft as they leave your lips, but just enough to make his heart jump out of his chest. He hasn’t been told he was loved since he was younger than Max, since his mom was still around. But here you were, thrown over his bed, mumbling that you love him in your sleep.

“You’re gonna kill me, Doll.” He leans over and places a soft kiss on your forehead, before pulling the covers over you, letting you sink deeper into his mattress. When he finishes his cigarette, he lays down with you, turning his back towards you.

He doesn’t know how to process this new information. You didn’t know what you were saying, he knew that much. He was bad for you, everything about him was awful, he knows that. But you love him.

You wake up to Billy, his back turned towards you. You glance over at the clock on his nightstand, 2:45. It’s still dark out, you sit up and rub your head. You glance down at yourself, you’re in one of Billy’s shirts, your underwear back on you. “Billy…?” You whisper, you know he’s probably asleep, but you really wanna cuddle him.

You slide yourself closer to him, just wanting to be next to him. You lay your forehead against his back, snuggling into his skin.

Billy feels you move against his back, trying to get closer to him, but not too much to freak him out. He feels his eyes water, unable to handle this much affection, but he let’s you continue to get comfy beside him.

In the morning, Billy is the first to get out of bed, like usual. His usual morning stretch and cigarette. You lay on your stomach, watching him carefully. You could watch this man walk around naked all day.

Billy opens the curtain and you brace yourself for the aggressive beam of light that hits your eyes, but it never comes. He sticks his head around the curtain, peeking outside. When he sees what he wants, he closes the curtain, making sure that the only light coming in is the amount spraying out from the sides.

“Doll,” Billy pokes your side a few minutes later. “Up, come on.” He’s being oddly gentle this morning. You sit up, your body still sore from last night. “Can we just skip today?” You ask, rubbing your eyes with your fist as though you were a child. Billy freezes before turning to you. “Doll, we have a test in physics, we can’t skip.” He tells you.

You like this Billy, a softer Billy. You nod and throw your legs over the bed. You go to stand but your legs wobble and send you crashing towards the ground. “Whoa, hey,” Billy comes over and helps you off the floor, “don’t be fucking stupid, take your time.” You nod as he lets go of you after sitting you back on the bed.

Last night must have been rough, you’ve never not been able to walk the next morning, but here you were, legs shaking as you were needing to get out of bed for school. Billy leaves the room and you take this time to get ready.

You have to stay leaning against furniture and walls to keep yourself from falling over. After your dressed, you try to remember all the events of last night. You remember him fucking you, hard. You remember both of you finishing, but after that it goes dark, until you woke up later in his clothes.

You conclude you passed out. Obviously, that’s the only real explanation. But why was he being so gentle this morning? He’s never this nice, it’s weird.

When Billy enters the room again, you watch him carefully. “Did I do something?” The words slip out nervously. He looks at you confused. “What?” “You’re just… you’re different this morning…” you mumble, twiddling your thumbs. “I mean you passed out last night. Made me have to fucking dress you.” His voice growls.

There he was. A comfort waves over you. “Sorry,” you speak, “I didn’t mean to.” “Yeah, no shit.”

You get into his car, now feeling like your legs aren’t jelly. Max hops into the back, now used to the fact that she doesn’t get the front seat as often anymore. Billy drives you all, speeding like usual and you just ignore it.

Getting out of the car, shutting the door, Billy speaks up, “yeah I know, go slower.” He rolls his eyes. You think for a minute. “Oh my god you’re learning.” Max stifles a laugh getting out of the car. “If only, fucking dumbass will kill us one day.” “Hey!” Billy glares at her. She flips him the bird before dropping her board down and skating off. You walk into the school, heading straight for class.

At lunch you sit down with Carol, who is already crying. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” You ask. Carol sobs and sniffles. “Tommy slept with another girl at the party the other night.” Another girl speaks up. “Carol found out from one of the boys. We think that’s why Billy got in a fight with him, defending Carol.” You wince, knowing damn well Billy wasn’t defending Carol, but the girl Tommy slept with, you.

“That Jackass.” You grumble and the girls all nod. “He fucking cheated, in my own house no less! Then came to school and let me fucking care about him!” Carol growls. “That’s so gross.” “Not cool.” “At your own party, disgusting.” The girls all pipe in, giving their thoughts on Tommy.

“Do you know who the girl is?” One girl asks. Carol shakes her head. Oh thank god. “He refused to tell me, just that she was better. That fucking asshole! That girl better watch her back though, I will fucking find her.”

Walking to your next class you get pulled into a classroom. The door shuts behind you and you whip around. Tommy.

“Tommy, what the hell?” You glare at him. “Sorry, I just…” Tommy takes a deep breath. “I really had fun the other night… and I was wondering…” he steps closer to you and you step back against the wall, “if you wanna maybe do it again sometimes?”

“Tommy, are you fucking serious.” Your eyes widen. “I just ate lunch. With Carol.” You snap at him. “Remember, your fucking girlfriend?” Tommy shrugs. “Not any more, I’m a single man, now, Love.” You wanna hurl at the nickname. “Tommy, it was a one night thing, I’m not interested.” “Oh please, (y/n), you were taking me so well. You expect me to believe that you jumping in yesterday wasn’t because you care about me?” “Yes.” You snarl at him. He hesitates for a moment.

“Oh, oh. I get it now.” He smirks at you. “You wanna keep us a secret, so that you don’t have to feel the wrath of Carol.”

Oh for fuck’s sake, he’s stupid. “No, Tommy. I don’t want to date you.” I clarify. “Who said anything about dating? Just fucking is fine with me, Sweet cheeks.” “Ew.” You go to grab the door but he cuts in front of you. “Ew? Bitch, you’re the reason I broke off a three year long relationship.” He glares at you. “Well maybe instead of thinking with your dick, you should have thought with you head and chose the girl that actually loved you. Not the girl that just wanted attention for a night.” You roll your eyes and shove past him.

Billy is waiting for you at his car when school ends, “have a nice time with Tommy?” He asks. “Fuck off, Billy, nothing fucking happened.” You glare at him. “Yeah, no shit, Doll, you came out ten minutes later, unless it just doesn’t take him that long.” He chuckles at his own words.

“So now what? You’re spying on me? Watching my every move?” You ask him, leaning against his car. He glares at you. “Hell no. Why would I be?” “Oh I don’t know, you just seem to always try to know where I am. What I’m doing.” You cross your arms over your chest. “Don’t flatter yourself, (l/n). You’re nothing special.” He tells you. “Yet you keep coming back to me.” You roll your eyes, before walking around the car.

“Hey,” you look up at him, his eyes are narrowed, “you came to me last night, remember? Don’t forget that.” He says opening the door to the driver’s side. “Not waiting on Max?” You ask him. He glares at you, “She can skate home.”

You sit in the car in silence, well as much silence as Scorpions screaming in your ear can give you. Billy bangs his hand against the steering wheel, and you stare out of the window. You look forwards only to see a group of kids on bikes. “Billy,” he looks over at you and speeds up. “Billy, slow down!” You yell at him. He just stares at you, “You know those kids?”

You do. Mike Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, and Will Byers. Mike’s little sister Holly is friends with Penny. “Billy, I’m not fucking joking, slow the god damn car!” You scream at him. You watch the kids speed up their peddling as they all try to race the speed of the car barreling towards them.

You place your hand on the wheel and push it to swerve around them, just missing them. “Billy, you jackass!” You slap his arm. He slams on his brakes, almost making you slam into the dashboard. “Get out.” You look at him shocked. Is he fucking serious? “I said get out!” He yells at you. You grab your stuff and step out of his car. You slam the car door shut and flip him the bird as he speeds off.

“(Y/n)?” Mike looks at you shocked as you turn around to face the group of boys. “Are you guys ok?” You ask, walking over to help lift Dustin off the ground. “Yeah, yeah.” Lucas tries to catch his breath. “Totally.” Dustin stumbles, catching himself on Mike’s shoulder. Will stares at you. “Why were you riding with Billy?” You stare at the group of middle schoolers as they stare back at you.

“It’s a… long story.” You glance to the tree line across the road. “Come on, I’ll walk with you guys.”

As you come by your house, you stop, staring at the building, the boys staring at you. “What’s wrong?” Lucas asks. “Nothing. Just thinking. You guys go home, now. It’ll get dark soon enough.” You ruffle Dustin’s hair. They all nod and leave you standing outside your house.

You stare at the empty driveway, your mom’s car not there. A relief sets in. You step into your home, shutting the door quietly to not wake your dad. You walk upstairs only to see your little sister’s door peep open.

Her eyes glitter in the crack of the door. “Hey, Pen.” You greet her. She slowly opens her door, “Is Mommy home?” “No, she’s not.” You tell her. She thinks for a minute, you can practically see her gears turning in her head.

She runs out of her room and tackles your legs, “Hey, now, careful. Don’t wanna send me flying down the stairs do you?” She shakes her head against you skin. “Penny,” you crouch down to her height, “I’m sorry I haven’t been home much recently…” you choke out.

You hate leaving her here, knowing she has to hear all the yelling and fighting and not have you with her to help her through it. But you also know it’s better when you’re not here. Your mom treats her with more care than you. You would never hold that against Penny, though. You adore her. She’s the light in this dark house.

You know why your mom favors her also. Your mom and dad haven’t slept together since you were little, so when your mom got pregnant with Penny, you weren’t fucking stupid. Penny isn’t your dad’s kid. She’s some result of a hook up your mom had, some old flame from high school. You know who, though you didn’t know his name. You met him, years ago, when your dad was still working late nights at the plant. Your mom would bring this guy home almost every night.

Even so, knowing who Penny was, she was still your sister, no matter who or where she comes from. You love her.

“Have you eaten?” You ask her. She shakes her head and looks up at you. “What do you wanna eat?” Her eyes light up. “Pizza?” You let a soft chuckle escape your lips, “I can do that, tortilla or do you wanna order?” “Tortilla!” You nod and gesture for her to go downstairs.

Following your little sister into the kitchen, you both quietly pull out all the things you need to make your pizzas, you also preheat the oven to broil on high. You pull out the little step for your sister to make both the pizzas, helping her spread around the sauce onto the tortillas. “What are you girls doing?” You both freeze and look up, your dad now stands in the door way of the kitchen. “We…” you glance towards your sister and back at your dad, “we’re making tortilla pizzas for dinner.” Your dad’s eyes soften, “Oh, mind making me one?” He steps closer and you nod.

You have never seen your dad as a bad guy, he was genuinely a sweet guy when he was sober. When he was still working at the plant, he would take you to get ice cream after his late nights at work. Especially on Saturdays. Saturdays were the day your mom was out of the house for work, but your dad was always home, watching you. Saturdays used to be your favorite day, now you don’t have a favorite.

On Saturday morning you would wake up to your mom leaving for work and your dad just getting off his shift. He would come into the door, tackle you in a bear hug and you would both make breakfast together, pancakes and eggs. Sometimes mixing it up and making waffles. Then after eating, you both would sit on the couch and watch what ever you wanted, usually because he would end up passing out, finally getting some sleep. You didn’t mind that he slept though, happy just to be able to hang out with him for a day.

When he would wake up, sometime around 1:00, you would get into his truck and go to a local diner for lunch, getting a burger and fries. He would always get the turkey club sandwich. After that you would get one banana split and share it, he would always make the day worth the wait.

You miss those Saturdays, nothing but happy memories. You don’t know why that tradition stopped, but it stopped sometimes around when Penny was about 2, and your dad lost his job. Back then he was so kind, only wanting to make you both happy when he could. Now, now he was a shot in the dark.

After you all made your pizzas, you go to pick up the pan and place it in the oven, “Here, Pumpkin,” the nickname catches you off guard when your dad’s rough hand places on top of yours. “Let me, please.” He stares at you, those dark eyes, soft and sweet. You nod, letting him take the tray and place it into the oven. You allow yourself to finally relax.

You all sit around the table, laughing and catching up, as if you all don’t live under the same roof. Your dad’s smile fills the room, making your heart melt. You always did love his smile. After eating, he scooped out some ice cream while Penny and you cleaned the kitchen. You all move to the couch and put on a movie.

Sitting on the couch, your sister now sprawled across it, leaning against your dad’s chest, passed out. Her feet lay on your lap but you don’t mind, it’s nice to see her being comfortable to nap on the couch. You look over at your dad, he’s wide awake, stroking Penny’s hair with his palm. He looks up to see you staring at him.

“What’s up, Pumpkin?” You hesitate, a knot forming in your throat. “I missed you.” The words fumble out of your mouth as tears form in your eyes. “I really missed you.” He smiles softly holding out his arms and you crawl across the couch to him, laying against him, but making sure not to crush Penny in the process. “I know… I missed you too, (y/n).” Your tears run down your cheeks, dampening his shirt.

His fingers run through your hair. He presses a soft kiss to your head. “I’m sorry, I know things have been tough for you, I should have been there.” He nuzzles into your hair. “You’ll always be my little girl, Sweetie. I’m so sorry. You’ve done so well taking care of Penny, taking care of all of us, but you shouldn’t have to do that. God, I’m so sorry.” He kisses you forehead and you can’t stop crying.

His scent makes you feel comfortable, the smell of cigar smoke and cranberry. You missed him, so much.

As midnight strikes on the clock hanging on the wall, your dad wipes away your tears, laying his hands against your cheeks to cup your face, before placing a soft kiss on your nose. “I always hated seeing you cry.” You let out a laugh in between your sobs. “I probably look stupid, nose all runny.” You let yourself smile. “Oh no, never.” He shakes his head, a playful smile on his lips. “Not my little girl, you were always a pretty crier, even as a child, all snotty and whaling around, thumping your fists.” He chuckles to himself.

He lets out a soft sigh. “We should probably get Penny to bed.” You nod, getting up from the couch. You go to scoop up your sister, but he stops you. “I got her. Will you grab the bowls?” You nod and collect all the dirty dishes off the coffee table. You place them in the sink and watch as your dad slowly lays your little sister over his chest, supporting her bottom with his arm.

“Daddy?” You hear her soft voice call out, “Shh,” your dad mumbles to her, “Time for bed, Sweet pea.” She nuzzles into his neck as you come back into view. You follow your dad up to her room, helping him lay her down in her bed. “Good night, Penny.” Your dad places a soft kiss on her head, and she hums in response. He steps out, turning off her light and shutting the door as quietly as he can.

“She’s gotten big.” He puts his hands in the way he was having to carry her, obviously exaggerating. You let yourself giggle. He smiles at your laugh. “Tomorrow is Saturday, right?” He asks. You think for a moment. Tomorrow is Saturday. “Yeah,” he smiles and lifts a hand to ruffle your hair.

“How about we reawaken our old tradition, make breakfast in the morning and go get lunch at the diner across town?” Your heart thumps in your chest. “I would like that, Dad. I would like that very much.” You smile, a genuine smile. “Good. Now, get to bed, Pumpkin.” He pulls you in for another hug, before heading back downstairs.

You make it into your room, slowly shutting the door. You know by morning, he probably will have forgotten, probably be drunk on whiskey again. You know he probably will forget about the whole evening he spent with his two little girls on the couch, shoving ice cream into your mouths and a movie on the screen. But you don’t care, you want to soak in the night for as long as you can.

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A New Judgment Chapter 16: A New First Time and a Phone Call (Poly Judgment Day)

Smackdown April 21 2023

The members of the Judgment Day pull up to the venue where SmackDown is being tapped, Nessa in the backseat between Damian and Rhea, her head on Damian's shoulder glad they worked out their issues from the other day, having spent the previous day training and then lounging about Rhea’s house just enjoying a peaceful day.

“Remember we have to go to Pearce's office for a quick meeting with him and Hunter about the plans leading up to Backlash.” Finn reminds the group as he puts the car in park. The group besides Nessa groans hating going to these meetings because that means things changed.

“Come on, it can't be all that bad, let's get going. After the meeting, I have to go to makeup because I am out of my color-correcting kit and this needs to be covered before filming starts.” Nessa gestures to her neck and chomps her teeth playfully at Damian who leans over and kisses at her neck again.

“We can add more if you want Mariposa.” He offers the promise thick in his words and she knows they will, especially if she has her way later in the night. Nessa collects her thoughts and pushes against Damian to make him open the door which he does and he helps her out of the SUV. They wave to the fans as they make their way into the building, Finn and Damian carrying the girl's bags, Nessa holding hands with Rhea and Damian. They stop by their locker room saying hi to Asuka and Indi who is sharing with them for the night.

“Hi, thank you guys for coming in early to have a training session with me.” Nessa thanks the two women who smile at her.

“No problem, we don’t want you getting hurt out there, plus we want to see you actually wrestle at some point!” Indi responds with Asuka nodding along excitedly.

“You know you remind me of someone I can't place my finger on who…” Asuka points out, tapping her chin and cocking her head to the side.

The others in the room study Nessa and try to see what Asuka is talking about. “Well think about it while we are gone, we have a meeting with Adam that we are late, so lets goooo!” Finn herds the others out of the room flicking Nessa’s nose when she sticks her tongue out at him

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Once in Pearce's office, they all take seats. Rhea sits down in one of the chairs and pulls Dom onto her lap, Damian doing the same to Nessa, Finn leans against Damian's chair and crosses his arms. “Thank you for coming in early. I called you guys here to discuss a few changes happening in tonight's show. You will accompany each other to the ring as planned but we would like some PDA between you two,” Adam explains, gesturing to Nessa and Damian. Nessa nods in agreement, not seeing any problem. “We don’t care what but amp it up, the fans love you two.”

“There is also going to be another brawl ringside and we would like to know if you would get involved Nessa? Since we have to ask your permission per your contract.” He adds on after seeing their reactions to the first part, the tone in his voice making Nessa feel uneasy.

“Yes with one caveat, I get a tool from under the ring when the fighting starts. I don’t know a lot of moves and it would make sense seeing as we are the “bad” guys. How do you want it to go? I know the match is up in the air this time but what about the ringside fighting?” Nessa asks the important questions with all eyes in the room on her.

“I can’t sanction any extra tools this time but…”Adam goes to answer but Nessa cuts him off,

“But nothing Scrap Daddy, you want me to get physically involved that is the only way I will at this time. I’ll be careful and take care of the others. I was thinking of using a chair or a kendo stick on someone to defend Dom and then I can go fists with Zelina or something with Mami running interference with me.” Nessa throws out there daring the man to argue. Danika warned her about him. He sits back in his chair maintaining eye contact with Nessa, the other members of the Judgement Day look back and forth between them waiting to see how it turns out.

After a tense minute, he sighs and Nessa knows she has won the battle. “Fine, I’ll inform the others of what is going to happen. Go to your training and make sure you are ready for tonight and for the love of god practice your hitting to make sure you don’t accidentally injure an actual wrestler.”

“Hey I didn’t ask for this but I am putting my all into it and putting my body on the line. I was practically dragged here by one of your golden boys. I am a goddamn nurse and a damn good one. I know how to not hurt someone. I know I am lucky that I have a choice in the matter AND I have been a good sport about it and training my ass off every day. I may not be a “real” wrestler now but someday I might be. Who knows, hell, maybe someday I might take your job.” Nessa goes off the threat hanging in the air, her partners staring in shock.

The shock turns to confusion as Adam laughs, full out laughs and slaps his desk. “Hunter was right about you. You are going to be a great asset to the company.” Adam stands up and holds out his hand and Nessa looks at it like it is a snake ready to strike. “Oh honestly it’s not a trap and I’m not fake. I tell it how it is just like you do. We will get along great.” He tries to reassure the people in front of him. Nessa turns to look at the others who nod their heads. Nessa huffs and gets off Damian’s lap and stands up facing Adam and swipes her hair off of her shoulder before shaking his outstretched hand. Adams eyes widen momentarily and he clears his throat. “Actually, could you stay back a few minutes, Nessa? There are a few things I needed to discuss with you alone about your contract.” He asks, nodding towards the door silently telling the others to leave… which they don’t.

They only get up from their seats and stand up, Damian wrapping one arm around Nessa’s shoulder and pulling her to his chest. “Whatever you can say to her you can say in front of us. Isn’t that right, Mariposa?” Damian asks Nessa to back him up as he stares down Adam.

“Normally yes but I think I see what this is really about. Scrap Daddy, the Scrappiest of Daddies… it is not what it looks like. They are just a mountain of hickeys because we apparently can’t keep our hands and mouths to ourselves.” She explains elbowing Damians ribs as he snickered after realizing what happened. Nessa glances at Dom who pouts and rolls his eyes as he gets pulled into Rhea's chest where she starts stroking his head.

Adam sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, breathing out heavy. “Go do your training and then straight to makeup and get that covered up as much as possible and please try to limit visible marks. We have a PG rating and would like to keep it that way.” He dismisses them and they file out of the room. Damian and Rhea burst out laughing while Dominik cracks a smile, the situation being funny.

“Two times this week, you guys really need to control yourselves.” Nessa points between Rhea and Damian, who laugh harder as they make their way to the ring. Once they get past the curtain at Gorilla and to the top of the ramp they see Zelina, Indi, and Asuka already there having a mock match. Nessa and the others head down and get in the ring, the other three women having stopped their match.

“Ok now stretch so you don’t get hurt.” Asuka orders going all business.

Nessa rolls her eyes but does as she is told. Once she is stretched and warmed up Zelina walks up to her. “Ok, you are good at taking bumps and throwing some punches. Today we will work on hits since we are fighting tonight. We are also going to teach you some takedowns…” Zelina informs and Nessa nods her head ready to learn. The members of the Judgment Day lounge around on the outskirts of the ring as Nessa trains and learns moves, all of them looking on with pride at how hard Nessa is working and how fast she is learning. Damian cheers as she successfully executes an arm drag on Asuka then a DDT on Zelina.

“Ok so you can’t powerhouse or actually lift any of us yet so like with the arm drag you have to use momentum to move us. Use it however you can, especially if you are in a non-determined match. You did excellent last week selling for Zelina but trust that your opponent will do the same for you. You have to trust even if there are legit feelings there.” Indi preaches as she maneuvers Nessa around the ring as an example.

“Alright I think we need to call it and get ready for the show tonight,” Finn calls out after checking the time seeing they were down there for more than an hour, teetering on two, the show starting in less than an hour at that point. The women in the ring stop, all of them out of breath in some way nodding in agreement and getting out of the ring. Nessa is the last out, standing on the apron. Damian steps over to her and grabs her by the waist and slowly lowers her to the ground where he kisses her forehead, then grabs her hand and leads her up the ramp, Rhea catching up to them and grabbing Nessa’s other hand, Dominik riding Finn’s back up the ramp and back to the locker room.

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Nessa returns to the locker room after a trip to hair and makeup, stomping her feet annoyed at all the questions and looks she got.

“Hey baby what’s wrong?” Rhea gets up from Damian's lap and goes over to where Nessa is leaning against the door rubbing her temples trying to fight off the headache forming. She jumps when she feels Rhea’s hand gently on her shoulder. “Hey, hey, I’m sorry I didn't mean to startle you. What’s going on Bunny? Are you ok?” Rhea asks, deeply concerned for the smaller woman in front of her, the others in the room paying close attention to the interaction.

Nessa sighs and answers, “Yeah, just everyone so worried and sweet. I wish I had that when I was actually in a dangerous situation. But I guess that is why he never brought me around and I wasn’t allowed to come to shows or live events. I wasn’t even allowed to watch so I didn’t.” Rhea rubs up and down Nessa’s arms catching the looks of her partners, Damian clenching his jaw and fist, Finn cracking his neck and Dom not looking surprised, just sad for Nessa and leaning against Finn’s shoulders.

Nessa looks up for the first time since entering the room and sees the looks on all their faces, her own face falling and letting out a little squeak realizing what she just said. She immediately begins stuttering trying to explain, “I…I…He….it…” She is near hyperventilating when Rhea just pulls her into her arms, resting a hand on Nessa’s head, the other one rubbing her back. After a few minutes Nessa’s breathing is back under control.

“You don’t have to explain further. You asked us to not do anything and we won’t now that we know why you were so adamant about us not doing anything.” Rhea soothes and gets confused why Nessa is shaking her head.

“I need to explain at least something, he isn’t on the main roster so he had more time to come see me. When we met he was doing independent circuits. He went to NXT in 2017. That distance and another factor is what gave me the strength to leave him. Though when I wouldn’t move with him…” Nessa trails off and tries to shake the memory from her head and she feels Rhea sigh.

“Well you are safe with us Bunny, you don’t have to tell us who but if you want you will always be with one of us. We won’t let anything happen to you, right guys?” Rhea promises, the men chiming in in agreement.

Nessa smiles and steps out of Rhea’s embrace. “Thanks, guys, that means a lot.” Nessa looks around the room and notices the absence of Asuka and Indi. “Where did they go?” She asks, confused. She thought they were sharing the locker room for the show.

“They went to the main locker room because they said ‘we don’t need to see the lovey eyes or god forbid you try to fuck in front of us’.” Damian explains, doing air quotes and laughing. Nessa blushes at the thought and steps towards Rhea again and hides her face against Rhea’s shoulder. “Ohhh that's something you like, duly noted Mariposa.” Damian smirks and Dominik smiles, well aware exhibitionism is a turn-on for Nessa. There is a glint in Rhea’s eyes as she meets Damian's gaze, the same smirk on her face.

“Bunny go and finish getting ready, we start the show off and it starts in like 30 minutes.” Rhea orders, turning Nessa around and slapping her ass making her yelp and stick her tongue out. Rhea cock her head and steps towards Nessa smirking and Nessa grabs her bag and runs to the bathroom giggling. Nessa exits a few minutes later sporting a Judgment Day tank top tucked into her black high waisted skinny jeans and a belt much like what Rhea wears when she doesn’t have a match. She twirls around as a chorus of whistles fills the room.

“Looking good Mamita!” Damian praises, grabbing her hand and spinning her around again looking her up and down appreciatively.

Nessa stops after the spin facing Damian and stands up on her toes and pulls him down to kiss her. “They want PDA, we can give them PDA!” Nessa smirks, the others smiling just the same enjoying the comfort Nessa feels with them.

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There are three quick knocks at their door signaling they need to get to Gorilla.

Nessa grabs Damian’s hand and Dom grabs her other hand, Rhea doing the same for Finn. They make their way to Gorilla, people whispering and giving them wary looks. More so than normal. Nessa notices first and squeezes Damian and Dom’s hands feeling uncomfortable as it seems everyone is focused on her. Mercifully they reach Gorilla and she sees that the LWO is absent. She doesn’t have the spoons to deal with more questions about what is currently covered on her neck, especially from Rey.

Dominik tugs her arm. “Are you ok Princesa?” Dominik asks.

Nessa glances up and gives a soft smile. “Yeah, Neshama Sheli (my soul), I'm just concerned about what people are thinking about us because of my neck. Everyone is jumping to conclusions; only a few people seem to believe the truth.” She explains and their music starts ending the conversation. Nessa releases Dominiks hand and moves to stand between Finn and Damian. The three of them head out to the top of the ramp through the fog blowing out. Nessa stands there crossing her arms and looking up at Damian as he flexes his arms out as the pyro goes off. They slowly make their way down the ramp, Finn talking to Nessa until they are about half way.

Damian grabs Nessa by the waist, wrapping his arms around it making her giggle and pulls her into a searing kiss. Nessa throws her arms around his neck and jumps wrapping her legs around his waist. Damian adjusts his grip on her, resting one hand on her ass, a smirk plastered on his face as they reach the bottom of the ramp. He pats her ass and gently sets her down, guiding her up the steel steps and follows her up, stepping on the lower rope and pulling the middle rope to give her easy access. She steps in the ring, followed by Damian who grabs her wrist and pulls her to the side of the ring where Finn is leaning against the ropes. Nessa matches Finns posture while Damian steps on to the ropes and does his poses before jumping down.

They pace around the ring for a moment until Rey Mysterio’s music comes on. Damian puts a firm hand on the small of Nessa’s back and guides her to the backside of the ring and helps her out of it until she is standing on the apron facing him, the ropes between them. “Kick his ass baby, make him pay!” She orders him. Damian nods and pulls her in by the back of the neck, smashing their lips together, Nessa is unable to breathe from the heat behind the kiss until she remembers they are on TV. She breaks the kiss and goes down the steps, her face flushed and trying to catch her breath, fanning herself with her hand.

She ignores Santos and Rey entering the ring, even when Rey comes towards that side of the ring and looks down at Nessa, her eyes are glued to Damian. Concern fills Rey’s eyes and he returns to his corner where he pokes his head out the ring and whispers something to Zelina who accompanied them out. She shakes her head and tells him no and that catches Nessas attention. Their conversation gets heated until Zelina finally agrees to whatever Rey says and gives Nessa a pitying look which makes a knot form in her stomach as the bell rings signaling the start of the match.

Finn starts it off trying to kick Rey who catches it and throws his foot down, throwing punches and pushing Finn back into the corner then Irish Whips him only for Finn to reverse out of it and throw Rey into the opposite corner, his back slamming into the turnbuckles.

“Get him, Finn!” Nessa calls out as Finn jumps and swings at Rey who moves out of the way. Finn’s chest bounces off of the turnbuckle and he turns still ready only to be met with Rey jumping and landing a hurricanrana. Nessa calls out and cheers when Finn lands hits and curses Rey when he makes a connection with Finn. Feeling the protectiveness come over her for her partner. Eventually Finn grabs Rey from the top of the mask, dragging him to their corner and giving the tag to Damian. Damian immediately kicks Rey in the chest knocking him to the ground and keeps on stomping on him per Nessa’s request before the match had started. He pauses to smirk at her, seeing her clapping and cheering him on.

Nessa bites her lip as Damian smacks Rey across the face and throws him into their corner and they play hot potato while tagging in and out just punishing Rey. The animosity between them is clearly on display for all to see. Nessa watches and giggles until Rey gets the upper hand and tags in Santos. She stresses while Santos gets the upper hand on Finn and knocks Damian off the apron. Nessa checks on Damian before helping him back to the apron just as Santos hits Finn in the corner. Damian jumps in the ring speeding for Santos who moves out of the way, making him hit the turnbuckles, Santos then moves, capitalizing on Damian, hitting him with a high knee as Finn recovers and goes to punch Santos who catches his hand.

Nessa curses as Santos uses Finn as leverage to kick Damian, this ending with Finn outside the ring and a double team on Damian who rolls out of the ring. With Nessa distracted trying to head towards her boyfriends Zelina takes the opportunity to do as Rey told her and grab Nessa by her hair and DDT her, stunning the young woman, red hair splayed out around her as she is rolled onto her back, Zelina sits on her chest, pulling Nessa’s purple bandana from her pocket and licking it and proceeding to wipe down Nessa’s neck revealing the litany of purple, green and yellow marks and handprint in various stages of healing.

Nessa’s eyes widen and she flings her arms up, successfully landing a punch to the bottom of Zelina’s chin forcing her to lose the grip she had onNessa who rolls partially making Zelina slide off. Nessa gets to her feet the same time as Zelina and throws another punch only for Zelina to catch her hand much like Santos did Finn. Zelina goes to whip Nessa into the barricade but Nessa is able to counter whipping Zelina into the barricade instead. Nessa is aware Zelina probably let her as way of an apology for going off script. Nessa goes to kick Zelina when she hears the Judgement Day’s theme announcing her men won their match. Nessa quickly gets in the ring as the ref raises Damian and Finn’s hands in victory only for Rey to get back in the ring and forcefully turn Nessa around and grab her chin to look at her neck.

Finn gently grabs Nessa and pulls her back as Damian steps in front of them and shoves Rey back. Nessa fully expects Damian to do more but is pleasantly surprised when he just turns to her, “Are you ok Mamita?” He asks and she nods and glares behind him where Rey is standing again with his arms crossed.

“Jefe come on we need to go!” Zelina calls out reminding him of their obligations.

He glares at Damian assuming it was him who marked up Nessa and points to him, “I will make you pay for what you are doing to her, you corrupt my son and now hurt mi hija. Count your days, Priest.” Rey threatens before getting out of the ring and pulling Zelina and Santos into a hug as he pulls them up the ramp. Damian and Finn protectively wrapped around Nessa.

Rey, Santos and Zelina are at the top of the ramp when Damian gets a microphone and wraps his arm back around Nessa, Finn doing the same making a Nessa sandwich. “This Monday, live from Chicago sold out on Monday Night Raw, the return of Bad Bunny,” Finn goes ooooh and giggles maniacally as Damian continues and Nessa smirks, looking up at Damian again, the marks on her neck partially visible from her attack earlier, ”You know Benito I really hope this visit goes differently from the last time it did for you.” Damian speaks into the mic, laughing deviously at the end, their music starting again as they get out of the ring and head up the lamp, Nessa sandwiched between them again.

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Once backstage Rhea and Dom rush to them, all of them fussing over Nessa again who shrugs their hands off. “Im ok, though I am going to have to talk to Zelina to see what the fuck that was. Clearly Jefe had something to do with it. They argued before the start of the match about something to do with me.” “Clearly word got to him about your neck and he was worried. Though he shouldn’t be, he knows me and my past, he should know that I never...” Damian growls and Nessa pats his chest.

“I know this and those who truly know you know this. If they don’t, then fuck them. Go on back to the locker room while I go hunt down Zelina and see what the fuck happened. Then I have a feeling we are going to be called to Hunter's office.” Nessa tries to direct them but Hunter comes around the corner.

“And you would be correct Miss Klein, all of you, my office NOW” He nearly growls the last words and turns around, the members of the Judgment Day share looks as they follow Triple H to his office, Nessa hanging her head low. Once in the office Dominik closes the door and leans against it, Damian pulls Nessa to his chest and glares at Zelina and Rey who are accompanying the only two seats in front of Hunter’s desk.

“Would you mind telling me what in the actual hell happened out there, that is not the altercations that was supposed to happen. You,” He pointed to Zelina, “Revealed marks on Nessa’s neck which has opened us up to very uncomfortable conversations with the network, and she tells me you,” This time Hunter points at Rey, “Made her do it to see proof of some imagined slight or danger when she told you that it is consensual. Is this true?” He asks Rey and Zelina who nod their heads, not making eye contact. Looking like little kids.

“Nessa, are they consensual? And do you feel like you are in any danger?” Hunter asks point blank.

However before Nessa can answer, Rey decides to interject his own opinions, “She wouldn’t answer in front of them if they weren't consensual so that is a stu…” He starts but shuts up with the ferocity of a look that Hunter gives him.

“You don’t speak unless I ask you to.” He growls at the smaller man. “Now Nessa I can see you are comfortable with them, I know how things get carried away, just do me a favor and keep them covered. I’ll explain to the others that it is consensual just try to control yourselves.” He then turned his murderous gaze back to Rey, “This is on you, you wanted to bring her in for Dom, you had to know something like this would happen, now you two get out of my office. You know your fine Rey, Zelina you don’t get one this time, but go off script like that again and you will not like the consequences.” He dismisses the other two leaving only the Judgement Day. He pinches the bridge of his nose and just plops down into his chair.

“I am sorry we got carried away sir. We will do better and I will cover up any marks made before appearing on TV. It was and is 100% consensual and I am safe and happy.” Nessa apologizes.

Hunter huffs and shakes his head, “This isn’t your fault, the topic is a touchy one behind the scenes after recent years and we just want to make sure you are safe and happy. We have a zero tolerance.” He starts to explain but Damian scoffing makes him stop.

“Why is that funny Priest?’ Hunter asks, a little upset at the insinuation the scoff makes.

“Forgive me, sir, but the Zero Tolerance only applies to those that aren't the company darlings, I can name one person still employed that has allegations against them, and another owns the majority of the company and has to be contractually castrated.” He explains, kissing the top of Nessa’s head and swaying them back and forth.

“Name him then and we will investigate it.”

“Well JD McDonough, a woman came forward with pictures and said she wasn’t the only one.” Damian answers, glancing down when he hears her gasp and feels Nessa tense up. He gently turns her around so her head is against his chest and he is rubbing her back. Finn was immediately annoyed by Damian naming his friend not believing the allegations, but that annoyance and disbelief falls away when he sees Nessa’s reaction and his heart breaks for a multitude of reasons.

“We were not made aware of any other potential victims. Our investigation showed the allegations were flimsy at best but if there is someone else who can come forward and corroborate the allegations he will be duly released from the company.” Hunter promises and like the others notices a shift in the emotions of the room. Especially coming from Nessa. He watches how she cowers into Damian and how the others gravitate toward her like she is their center and he puts the pieces together grabbing his phone and sending messages out.

“Mi Vida are you ok?” Dominik asks and Nessa nods into Damians chest.

"Yeah I'm just sore and hungry and want to go back to the hotel as soon as possible." She covers for herself unsuccessfully though the others in the room play along.

“You are done here for the night, no interviews or Promos are needed so you can go back to the hotel and head to Fort Wayne first thing in the morning since you have to be at the live show and then on to Chicago for Raw." Hunter dismisses them and they file out of his office. Nessa breaks out of Damian’s hold and scurries over to Dom and grabs his hand, Dominik pulling her closer as they return to their locker room, trailing behind Damian, Rhea and Finn who are all close together whispering between themselves.They enter the locker room and spread out, gathering their bags. Dominik is ready first and stays glued to Nessa’s side in case she needs anything.

They all pause when Rhea clears her throat. “Bunny, I think you and Dom need to head to the hotel ahead of us. Get some space and grounding. I know today was rough and trying for you. Get some food with him and we will go get food for us to give you two some time. You clearly need it so don’t argue, Doll. Go ahead and we will be back soon ok? I only say this because we share the same room and don’t want you to be overwhelmed.” Rhea orders while making it sound like a suggestion but Nessa knows it is an order.

Nessa pouts and goes to argue the opposite but squeals and starts hitting Dom’s back as he throws her over his shoulder. “Dominik Oscar Gutierrez, you put me down right now!” She orders and wiggles trying to fight against his one armed grip as he has both of their bags in his other hand.

“Sorry Princesa but no, Mami said so, so that is what we are going to do.” Dominik apologizes but doesn’t put her down as he heads to the door, Damian holding it open for them. “Love you guys, see you back at the hotel.” Dominik calls out as he walks out the door, Nessa pouting still. Once down the hallway Dominik sets her down and grabs her hand. Nessa has burned out her frustration and is back to almost hugging herself with her free arm. “Mi Alma, what is going on in your head. What do you need?” Dom stops walking and stands in front of Nessa, resting the palm of his hand on her cheek and smiles softly as she leans into it.

“I just want to go back to the hotel and eat junk food and cuddle please.” Nessa bats her eyelashes and kisses Dominiks palm. Dominik in turn moves his hand to the back of her head and pulls her face closer and gently pecks her lips, nose and eyes making her blush and swat him away. “Dom stooop - ” Nessa whines, her blush getting deeper as Dom responds,

“No you deserve all the gentle kisses in the world and everything good in the world.” He pulls her close again and peppers kisses all over her face again. Eventually he stops kissing her when she stops whining and leads her out of the arena. The looks this time are different than earlier and Nessa feels relieved and also worried at how fast word spreads in the locker room.

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Rhea, Damian, and Finn wait until they are sure Dominik and Nessa are out of earshot before they start discussing what they just discovered. “It’s him, isn’t it? JD McDonough?” Rhea thinks out loud, pacing the room and cracking her knuckles.

“It seems that way… Finn, baby, you better tell your boy to watch out because if I ever see him alone” Damian threatens and pops his neck.

Rhea sighs and goes over to Damian grabbing the back of his neck forcefully and looking him squarely in the eye. “Listen Luis, she asked we don’t so we won’t and you promised. Get yourself together man.” She reminds him and they glance at Finn who is sitting in a chair, his elbows on his knees and head in his hands.

“Finn?” Damian calls his name, making the man sniff and lift his head, tears swimming in his eyes.

“I’m sorry guys, I was one of the most vocal in his defense, swearing up and down that the allegations were false. I didn’t think he was capable of that. But seeing how Nes reacted at just hearing his name is … I regret ever taking up for him, he swore up and down it was consensual like with how you two marked up Nessa. That is not an excuse, nothing excuses that and I am sorry for the role I played.”

“We have all had questionable friends who were capable of things we couldn’t even think of that played on our emotions. It’s not your fault babe. Abusers are master manipulators and that's how they get away with it.” Damian claps a hand on Finn's shoulder, Rhea kneeling in front of Finn, her hand on his knee offering comfort.

"The thing to do now is to right the wrong. Come out and say you were wrong about it and apologize like you did with us. Before the situation can happen again. Apologize to his victims." Rhea advises and is confused when a look of horror crosses Finn's face.

"What, what is it, Finn?" Damian asks, getting worried even more.

"She had to have known about my defense of him. What did…what does she think of me?!" Finn asks, his eyes wide near a panic.

“Hey, Corazon, no don’t do that. Look at how many times I’ve fucked up already, hell just the other day and she always has forgiven me. This was before you knew her. She came into this relationship probably already knowing and still willingly entered it so she must know how you really feel about it. Don’t do that to yourself, if she has a problem she will tell us yeah.” Damian joins Rhea kneeling in front of Finn who after a few moments nods in agreement with Damian's last statement.

‘And if you feel so guilty about it when we get back if she is feeling up to it tell her this. Tell her how you feel and apologize for your role. She won’t and doesn’t hold it against you I can tell.” Rhea rubs his thigh soothingly as his breathing begins to return to normal.

“Good, now you two go get Hunter tell him we need another car for the night and I'll make sure we don’t leave anything behind.” Rhea orders, returning to her feet, Damian doing the same and holding his hand out to Finn and helping him to his feet only to yank Finn to his chest, wrapping his arms around the shorter man and kissing his forehead.

“All will be fine you will see Amor, now come on lets go before Mami gets mad at us,” Damian jokes, pulling Finn out the door with him, Rhea rolling her eyes as the remaining two of her lovers disappear from view, leaving the door cracked.

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Rhea hums to herself as she does one more pass around the room to make sure all their stuff is together. She jumps and whips around, fist closed ready to swing as someone clears their throat in the doorway. Rhea lowers her fist when she sees it is Rey, but stays on guard. Rey is holding his hands up in surrender to show he means no harm.

“Rhea, Sweetheart. I just wanted to check in on you too to make sure you are ok. If you need help getting out I can help you and Nessa and Dom just say the word. I can not stand by and let something that calls themselves a man lay hands on any woman.”

Rhea takes a step back and scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Rey, I don’t know what you think is going on but no one lays a hand on me that I don’t allow and not a single thing is done without any of our consent so get that out of your little head. I am not leaving any of my partners and I will not let you try to break us up. If you do that, it will be the biggest mistake of your life.” Rhea bends over slightly and glares at him, crossing her arms.

“You don’t have to lie and try to protect them, I know what guys like that are capable of. It isn’t your fault or Nessa’s. Just let me help you.” He offers again, this time taking a step towards Rhea who straightens and uncrosses her arms.

“Oscar, I will say this one last time. Neither Nessa or I are being abused by anyone in the group. Those marks on her neck are from me when we were making out in my kitchen after I returned from my Nonna’s funeral. Then we added more when we, as in Damian Dom and I, had sex the next day. Not that it is any of your business. Now leave us the fuck alone, you have meddled and messed up Nessa’s life enough. You’ve tried to derail Dom Dom’s life as well now go away.” Rhea orders stepping towards Rey who stands his ground staring up at the taller woman.

“Listen, Rhea.” Rey grabs one of Rhea’s wrists and she swings with her other hand, landing a punch with her full force straight to his temple knocking him out. Rhea’s head jerks up when she hears someone whistling. She watches as Finn and Damian step over Rey like he is just a pile of clothes left in their bedroom.

“What happened here?” Finn asks, swaggering over to where Rhea is standing shaking her hand, she had hit him perhaps a bit harder than she expected.

“He accused you two of abusing me and Nes and offered to get me, her and Dom out and tried to grab my wrist to make me listen to him.” She explains shrugging and stepping aside to let the boys grab the bags.

“Come on cariña, let's go eat then back to the hotel to probably find Dom and Nes naked.” He holds out his arm for Rhea to take.

She smiles and rolls her eyes, “I mean, I'm for it, them having sex means we can all start having sex... and we both know we want Nessa, preferably naked and under us in bed." Rhea comments, Finn and Damian making grunting noises of approval as they step over Rey and head out of the arena.

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Back at the hotel, Dominik holds Nessa’s hand as they head to their shared hotel room, a semi-comfortable silence between them. Neither knowing what to say but finding comfort in each other's presence. He raises their hands to his lips and places a gentle kiss on Nessa’s hand as they exit the elevator, Nessa leaning up against him walking down the hallway, Nessa’s head against his arm, her free hand gripping his wrist.

Dominik unlocks the door and steps back, letting go of Nessa’s hand and lets her into the room first. She immediately goes and jumps into one of the queen size beds in the room, snuggling under the mountain of covers that smells like a mix of all of them. Dominik goes to his main suitcase at the foot of the bed and digs out a share size pack of twizzlers and tosses it to Nessa who snatches it out of the air and hugs it to her chest for a moment before ripping the end open and pulling one out and biting down letting out a little moan of enjoyment. Dominik lets out a little laugh and gets in the bed with her, sliding under the covers, pulling her onto his lap and turning on the tv. Once they are settled in position Dominik reaches to try and grab himself a Twizzler only for Nessa to smack his hand away.

“Come on princesa I’m hungry and I bought these for you.” Dominik begs, the pout clear in his voice. Nessa huffs and holds up the bag for him to take a few out.

She finishes eating another Twizzler before she says anything. “Dominik?” She calls his name to get his attention and he answers with a hum, letting her know he is listening. “You all know now don’t you?” She asks and starts eating another Twizzler swinging it around between bites nervously.

“We have theories but there is no need to talk about them. You are away from him and safe with us no matter what baby. I would sooner throw myself off the roof of this building or stop wrestling than to see you hurt again.” He promises, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to him, her back against his chest, nuzzling into her neck only for her to smack him in the head with one of the twizzlers. “Oww what is that for?” he lifts his head up again as she hits him again with the Twizzler.

“You are not allowed to unsubscribe from life nor quit your dream for me.” She wiggles off of his lap and she turns around and straddles him, the twizzlers discarded on the side of the bed.

“Nessa, Mi Amado. Wrestling may be something I have always wanted to do but that isn’t necessarily my dream, well my only dream. I have many dreams. One of which came true. You came back to me and now we are all together.” He rubs his nose against hers in a gentle eskimo kiss, reveling in her blush and continues, “I also have a dream of all of us having a big family with lots of kids, our kids joining the company in the future.” He admits, his eyes flickering about studying her expression and he relaxes seeing her not react negatively.

“I want those things too, Ducky, with all of us. I am all in like I said. I know it is fast but we just fit even with the hiccups we just fit and understand each other.” She admits, wrapping her arms around Dominiks neck.

“Though we don’t need to do all that right away, I still need to learn the others. We still have some time, years if need be for the IUDIi just don’t like it. That is why I have an appointment to get it out in the next few months. It's been causing pain.” She adds on, rambling, clearly getting anxious with the turn of the conversation. Dominik stops her rambling by pulling her in for a tender kiss, making Nessa take a sharp inhale of breath.

Dominik rests his forehead on hers, “Don’t worry about it then, we will bring up the discussion when you are ready. Do what is right for you, just tell us if you do go off of birth control so we can take care of that on our end unless we decide to throw caution to the wind.” He nuzzles into her neck.

“Ok, I will Mi Rey” Her response comes out more breathy than planned, caused by Dominik trailing his lips on her neck, pulling the collar of her shirt to the side, Nessa cranes her neck to give him better access. Letting him bite and suck on any spot he can get, leaving his own marks, this time in easier-to-cover spots. Nessa places her hand on Dominik’s chest and puts a little pressure there, making Dominik release from her neck and lean back, his eyes wide like he feared that he messed up again. She smiles softly at him and pulls her shirt over her head, tossing it somewhere off the bed and grabs the bottom of Dom’s shirt and tugs on it before slowly sliding it up his body and taking it off of him, the two of them not breaking eye contact as she tosses his shirt to the side as well.

She gently runs her hands up his chest until she wraps her arms around his neck again, playing with the hair at the base of his neck, giving it a little tug, making him groan and lean his head back. Nessa takes the opportunity to nibble and lick up and down his neck, careful to not leave any marks that his ring gear doesn’t cover. She takes his moans as encouragement, feeling him get hard under her, and kisses up his jaw, returning to his lips.

“Dom, I need you.” she mutters against his lips, determined. Dominik pulls her closer, deepening their kiss, both of them enjoying the taste of candy on each other's tongues. With a shaky hand, Dominik fumbles with unclasping her bra. Nessa giggles and leans back momentarily and undoes it, sliding it down her arms and tossing it aside. Dominik takes shaky shallow breaths, his hands resting on Nessa’s hips. Nervously he runs his hands up her sides, resting his forehead against hers, his hands gently cupping her breasts and sweetly kissing her lips. Nessa huffs and grabs the back of Dominik’s hands and squeezes them on top of her breasts.

“Fucking Christ Dominik, I won’t break, fucking touch me like you mean it!” She squeezes her hands again for emphasis. He lets go of her breast and pulls her face to him, molding their lips together, moving in unison, their tongues flicking against each other. Dominik wraps an arm around Nessa’s waist and goes to flip them, Nessa letting out a moan of pain making him sit back up and begin apologizing.

“Lo siento, sorry, sorry, sorry.” He starts lifting her arms and trying to find obvious signs of injury.

“If you are going to flip me over, one make sure my arms don’t get caught under our weight and two get the damn snacks off the bed so i don’t get stabbed by them.” She wiggles and grabs the bag of Twizzlers and sets them on the side table. Nessa then leans back up on her elbows looking at Dominik expectantly, “Do you want to continue this Dom because I very much do.” Nessa bites her lip and bats her eyelashes at him, making him let out another shaky breath. He nods his head and resumes his position over her, Nessa laying on her back again. He grabs her breasts more forceful this time, using the force she put on his hands earlier and attaches his mouth to her hard nipple, licking and nibbling at it making Nessa arch her back, doing the same to the other before biting and sucking his way down her chest and belly, giving extra attention there knowing it is a spot of insecurity for her. He pauses and smiles as he sees her whole body begin to flush, accentuating the marks he has left down her chest and abdomen. He takes the opportunity to slide down her pants and underwear, and sliding down his own, kicking them off.

Dominik spreads Nessa’s legs, kissing and biting up her thighs. Nessa grabs a handful of his hair, arching her back and grinding her pussy on his face when he licks up her slit and begins sucking and licking her clit and moaning as she pulls his hair while he pleasures her. “You taste so good Princesa” He praises and continues his attention on her clit. He readjusts his position and slides two fingers into her. Nessa grips the sheets, her breathing getting shallow as Dominik continues to tease her clit with his tongue.

“Dom… Don’t stop…please…” Nessa begs, breathless, writhing in pleasure as her orgasm builds and she tenses up, forgetting to breathe for a moment from the force of it, the flush running down her body. Dominik kisses back up her body giving her a little time to recover, until he is above her once again and gently pecks her lips.

“Are you ok Corazon? Do you want to continue?” He asks, looking into her eyes and gently stroking her face, all Nessa can see through the haze of her orgasm his complete adoration and love shining through his eyes at her. .

“Yes, please Dom!” Nessa reaches up and strokes his cheek and leans up kissing him and pulling him closer to her. Dominik kisses her neck as he gently enters her, his body shaking from nerves,

“I love you, Nessa!” He whispers, even his voice shaky, unsure how to still please her as he slowly thrusts in and out of her, her hand resting on the back of his neck.

“ I love you, too, Dom, I never stopped” She gasps out as Dominik speeds up a bit and keeps a steady pace. She bites her lip to stifle a moan, digging her nails into his shoulder and pulls on his hair making him groan and stop, his eyes squeezed shut. This makes Nessa stop and rest her palm on his cheek, trying to control her breathing, “Dom are you ok?” She asks worriedly and he swallows thickly and nods his head.

“I uh… need a moment please” he asks, his eyes still closed. She studies his expression then it clicks, he is about to cum. She smirks to herself and pulls his hair and wiggles trying to make him cum, instead he pulls out. Nessa starts tickling his sides in revenge. His body convulses in involuntary laughter and he pulls away from her partially. Nessa sits up and tries to tackle him unsuccessfully as he just grabs her and pins her back onto the bed. She begins tickling him again so they start rolling about the bed trying to gain dominance, Nessa tickling him whenever he pins her, both laughing eventually ending with Dominik on his back.

“Ha, pinned ya” She gloats and kisses his nose, then lips. Lingering on his lips, both out of breath, their chests heaving.

“I let you pin me baby, I like it when you are on top.” He answers back, a slight smirk on his face, running his hand down Nessas back and resting on her ass and giving it a little squeeze.

Nessa is straddling him and can feel that he is still hard and starts grinding her cunt against it making Dom moan, her hands resting on his chest. She does this for only a minute until she decides to guide his cock back inside. Dominik grabs her hips and begins to help her movements, both of their faces scrunching up in pleasure. He continues to use one hand gripping her hip tightly to guide her and the other rubbing patterns on her clit trying to make her cum again before he does. Nessa bounces on his cock, steadying herself with her hands on his chest, their moans filling the room, Nessa unable to keep a steady pace as her pleasure builds. She tenses up and nearly collapses on top of him as her vision goes blurry, and she whimpers, her whole body shaking.

Dominik flips them over, this time smoothly and continues to fuck her, prolonging her orgasm while chasing his own, his own rhythm gets sloppy, the closer he gets. Nessa rakes her nails down his back sending him over the edge with a deep groan. Breathless he leans his forehead against Nessa’s, both of them out of breath and flushed. Dominik admires the pink hue to her cheeks and the sheen of sweat now adorning her body. He gently kisses her lips before gently pulling away from her and getting off the bed. He pauses when he hears a pitiful whine come from her.

“I’ll be right back Mi Vida, I’m going to get a washcloth to clean you up, then we are going to cuddle and watch more TV ok?” He asks, just trying to make sure she is ok. She nods her head in agreement and grabs a pillow hugging it to herself. Dominik comes back moments later with a warm, damp washcloth and gently cleans her up, kissing her thighs again as he does so. “I love you Nes, so very much I hope you know that and I am so glad you joined us in every way. It has made me, us so happy…” He tells her as he goes to discard the rag back in the bathroom. She waits until he gets back to respond. He gets into the bed again back to the position they were in before and pulls the blanket across their laps, handing her the bag of Twizzlers, taking one for himself, then kisses the back of her head, affectionately.

“I love you too Dom, so very much. And I can see myself loving the others too, we all fit together. Thank you.” She chomps down on the end of the Twizzler, swinging it around as she chews her bite. Dominik looks confused,

“Thank me for what Corazon? I should be thanking you for another chance that I don’t deserve.” He kisses her shoulder before resting his chin there, wrapping his arms around her, hugging her from behind. “Thank you for coming back, and letting me join in with you and the others.” She shrugs like it is the most obvious thing, like she’d be no where else, as she hands him another Twizzler. He mutters thanks as he takes it and continues to eat with her.

“So Hermosa, since you trust me enough to have sex, can we make that chocolate cake our next day off?” He asks, kissing up her neck, the smell of Twizzlers on his breath. She is almost distracted by the physical affection but the words sink in and she starts smacking his arm with the half-eaten Twizzler in her hand and swings back occasionally smacking his head hitting him with every word she says,

“We just had sex for the first time in a year and all you can think about is that damn chocolate cake?” Dominik leans back laughing and trying to avoid getting hit in the head by her dreaded Twizzler.

“It is sweet like you and you have so much joy baking. Plus I want to have my cake and eat it too.” He kisses her shoulder at the word cake and squeezes her hips, the closest he could get to her ass in that position. She crosses her arms and hmpfs in annoyance making Dominik laugh again. “I’m joking Princesa, whenever you feel ready for it I know it is a big deal so no rush,” He pulls her close again and she relaxes in his hold. They remain comfortable in the glow of one another, like there was never any tension between them.

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The remaining three members of the Judgement Day enter the hotel room, not as surprised to see a naked Dominik and Nessa sitting on one of the beds just watching TV as they could be, a blanket lazily thrown across their lap. Dominik upon hearing them enter the room pulls the blanket up to cover Nessa’s chest, knowing she is still uncomfortable with all out nudity in front of their entire group… for now.

“Oh come on, I get it but seriously?” Damian complains gesturing to the two of them, Finn breaks out cackling, jumping on to the other bed in the room, smiling at the pair of lovebirds.

“I mean, I'm for it, them having sex means we can all start having sex... and we both know we want Nessa, preferably naked and under us in bed.” Rhea rolls her eyes at the broody man in front of her. “Priest, I don’t know why you are acting surprised, you literally brought this up while we were eating.”

“All of us, not just you two or three” Finn admits to the room, smiling shyly at the group who looks at him with shock.

“What, we are building our relationship and she actually enjoys building the lego kits with me. She brings me peace” He explains making Nessa blush and pull the covers to her face to hide it, making the others in the room coo at how cute it is.

“Screw you guys I’m getting dressed” Nessa pouts and gets off the bed, keeping the blanket wrapped around her body as she stomps to her suitcase and then to the bathroom, the various occupants of the room calling out apologies and Damian saying,

“You don’t have to get dressed Mariposa, we like the way you look naked” making Nessa flip him off before slamming the bathroom door closed, thankful she grabbed her phone on the way in. She uses the quiet the little room offers and dials a familiar number.

“Hey Nes, I was worried you were never going to call. How are you?” Comes Aalyah’s voice, tinged with worry.

“No, I uh…, I’m fine.. I’m better than fine. There is just something I want to tell you…” Nessa trails off nervous and unsure how to word this or how she is going to take it.

“OMG YOU AND DOM ARE BACK TOGETHER!!!!” Aalyah yells into the phone making Nessa roll her eyes.

“Yes sort of, Aalyah I want to explain this but you have to stay calm and not do what you just did ok?” Nessa lays out what she needs getting an immediate agreement from the other side. Nessa takes a deep breath and explains,

“We are a polycule all of us, Rhea, Dom, Damian, Finn and myself we are all dating each other and it just i don’t know… feels right, like we all fit a particular need for the others. Jefe knows and doesn’t like it and keeps trying to break us up, now claiming I am being abused which is farthest from the truth. We just like to get a little rough in the bedroom. You should see what Dom looks like without clothes…” Nessa explains and shakes her head hearing gagging sounds from Aalyah.

“Ok first of all eww I don’t need to know that about my brother, second of all ok yeah that is fine love is love as long as you are safe and happy that is what I care about, that and giving me nieces and nephews. Ma would say the same. She is worried about you and feels awful…” Aalyah explains, knowing to not freak out and to accept the dynamic. She doesn’t understand it but she respects their choices. Nessa sighs and bites her lip, sitting down on the edge of the tub now dressed in one of Doms old shirts and a pair of shorts. There is a knock at the door.

“Bunny are you ok in there?” Comes Rheas voice from the other side of the door.

“Yeah Mami, just talking to someone on the phone, I’ll be out in a minute. Can you ask Dom to grab more snacks from his bag and a water?” She asks,

“Of course sweetheart.” Comes Rheas reply, Nessa waits a moment before continuing hearing Aalyah squeal in the background.

“Oh that is too cute, ok yeah I support that 100%” aalyah coos

"Oh hush you. Ive been meaning to call you and ma ive just been otherwise occupied…" nessa explains trailing off at the end.

"Oh you are fucking already i love it. Tell me how is damian in bed ooooh how is Rhea!" Aalyah gushes trying to get the tea

"Nah i don't kiss and tell thats for me. Could you uh patch ma through so i can tell her as well… i hope she takes it well" nessa frets

"Yeah of course. And nes mi hermana dont worry she loves you and will understand and support it. Its jefe with the problem. Give me a moment" aalyah comforts Nessa as she ties her mom into the call.

"Hey honey whats up is everything ok? I saw Nessas neck is bruised is she ok do you know? " Angie asks rapidly.

“Mami yes everything is ok, she is ok she is actually on the phone with us and wanted to talk to you” Aalyah answers her moms question. There is silence on the line for a moment until Angie softly calls out Nessa’s name, almost apprehensive.

“Yeah I’m here ma. I’m ready to hear you out and I have my own things to say after if thats ok?” Nessa asks biting her thumbnail

“Aye Mijita of course that is ok, and stop biting your nail its bad for you. I know you do that when nervous so stop there is nothing to be nervous about.” Angie orders, the concern clear in her voice. Nessa smiles slightly even though they can’t see it and lowers her hand to play with the hem of her shorts.

“It was never our intention to hurt you, we only wanted to see both of you happy like before. You wanted to join the company and Oscar pulled strings to make it happen but he shouldn’t have forced your hand. We should have kept you in the loop, I am truly sorry and I will never do anything like that to you again. You don’t deserve that. I love you like a daughter and would do anything for your safety and happiness.” Angie finishes letting out a shaky breath.

“Wow, that means a lot thank you ma, I am happy, the most happy I have been for a long time. This group we are all together like dating. I know it is against your values and culture but it isn’t against mine and we are happy so happy together. I have forgiven Dom and he has forgiven me and all five of us just … fit. Instincutally we fill roles that the others need. WE just want you to be happy for us and support us. But Jefe doesn’t and is actively trying to interfere and break us up. You saw what happened tonight. He went off script.” Nessa unloads barely breathing to the point she gasps at the end and starts bouncing her leg up and down with anxiety while she waits for Angies response.

“That is a lot to take in Mijita, while it is against our religion I will not hold it against you or Dom, I just want you two happy and safe and if you are that is fine with me I support your choices.” Angie carefully responds and Nessa lets out a sigh of relief, that is better than she could ask for, Angie and Aalyah both laugh at the other end at Nessa sighing in relief.

“What did you think we would disown Dom and cut you out completely? No. I’ve had that fight with Oscar before, I wont let it happen and he will come around eventually… just give him time” Angie soothes, Aalyah just chimes in in agreement.

“Which reminds me, does that mean the others are now my children in law as well? Am I getting grandchildren?” Angie asks, serious, wanting grandchildren while she is still young enough to play with them.

“Uh yeah if you want about the children in law, as for the grandchildren, I just joined like 2 weeks ago and I have an IUD so not at the moment. It has to be agreed upon by all of us” Nessa explains and prays Angie leaves it at that.

“Get the IUD out, you and dom were already trying. Ask them, tell them we need children” Aalyah pipes in,

“Yeah, I’ll call Dom tomorrow and tell him as much and I’ll find away to message the others. You owe me a grandchild,” Angie plans.

“Bye Ma, Aalyah.” Nessa ends the call not wanting to have that conversation. She leaves the bathroom to the others all squeezed into one queen sized bed.

“Come to bed Mariposa, it’s getting late” Damian orders waving her over. She shakes her head but does as she is told, climbing into the pile and getting pulled in the middle between Dominik and Damian.

“What was that call Hermosa?” Dominik asks and Nessa debates internally if she should tell him. Eventually she decides to be truthful,

“Aalyah and you mother, they were worried about me and I wanted to hear your mother out. I told them about us and this and they are happy for us and support us. And you will get a call from her tomorrow about grandkids. Sorry babe I can’t stop her once the bit is between her teeth. You all will be getting messages from her as well I’m sorry” She apologizes to the group getting in a comfortable position as the others groan. Nessa faces Dominik, Damian spooning her. She sees the look of relief on Dominiks face and smiles, Dominik returning the smile before they close their eyes to sleep.

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