#oc. galina

[selkymaiden]

I know this is an older piccrew but it's so cute!😤

We have: 🐍 Sophie w/ no snakes & also Sophie w/snake. 🐍

Mina! 🔍 | And Galina ☕

Okies now I tag (don't feel obligated to do, it's for fun) : i tag: @grotusque , @stjarnskrik , @roberthouses @schreiberpablo , @thetiniestyeti , @kiryukazumas , @mediocredoots , @shatteredthrone , @morticianbot , @jesterrlavorre , @vissenya , @crystariumleves , @bluepriestess

#its so cute and simple so why not #i had to #oc. sophie #oc. mina #oc. galina

[snowls-yt]

Galina Petrova’s reference sheet (Monochromez) *The Kolourz rival band*

#Galina petrova #monochromez #oc #original character #oc art #oc ref sheet #oc design #reference sheet #oc band #band oc #art #my art #Illustration #artwork #character design #snowls

[polandwithoutla]

I know I’m autistic because I’m an adult with a What We Do in the Shadows OC

#nuerodivergent #what we do in the shadows #autism #wwdits #oc #my wwdits ocs nero and galina #wwdits oc #autistic

[chromarrays]

How it’s going

#oc #my oc #original characters #poster #sketch #art #draft #ruth hawking #jacques chadwick #nkanyezi glass #martha #marichú tañag kho #tim hogan #galina rentgen

[t00nyah]

-07.28.23-07.30.23

decided to redesign my librarians a little bit and think what they would do if they get out of the library...they're so fun (the last guy isn't a librarian but he was so ugly i had to fully redesign him) i don't remember if those librarians were custom made or not (except i certainly remember that the first one wasn't) but uyhhuhuh yeah

in-game and pre-L corp sketches i made...2 years...ago...

each one separately with some lore under cut,..,.,.,.,.,,,

galina(she/her) before L corp had a funny case of being an urban legend just bc she killed people with her poems as an experiment a lot. yep. she can kill people by mentioning them in her poems and that's how she ended up parentless and went emo. but then not long after trying to stop being emo she got into L corp. where she kinda managed to try and be normal. doesn't write stuff much after her legend-retirement, but she's okay. (her lore is goofy but i like it and im leaving it that way)

after the library she became a fixer with narae, another librarian she got really close to.

narae(she/her) used to be a 6 grade fixer with her brother, mckenna, and sullivan, their good pal, who had a little brother that he also brought to office quite a lot. the siblings got tired and retired from being fixers and then boom they got invited to work at L corp. and they decided why not. mckenna died, but narae managed to restore from this in the library times.

as someone who actually knows how offices work, she started an office with galina, going back to business. sullivan's brother, tim, also ended up as a librarian after narae asked really nicely to unbook that random index proselyte. no-one knows where sullivan is, he just went missing one day and tim got into some bad influence. but tim probably also joined their new office, he wanted to become a fixer like his brother before.

'rittany(she/her) used to be a member of a funky syndicate. wasn't really enjoying her life there. she was almost killed in her childhood and saved by the green daze, who knew people who really wanted a child so kinda gave them her and they went along with it happily. she was trying to repay them all those years of care out of her own desire but ended up working for a shitty syndicate and got a little lost on what she's doing. then got a job offer from L corp and gladly changed her job.

she never was that good at violence, and didn't enjoy seeing such... i think after the library she ended up working at the flower shop and slowly getting some cash to go back to the district, the street, the house she used to live in, to see if her family is still there, see if they're okay.

orion, or the green daze(he/him) is just. a guy. literally. just a colour fixer bc i really wanted to have fun designing a colour fixer and that's it. he's a silly gooper with a kind heart but no actual sense of responsibility. saved a child and gave it away and disappeared. that's him. the guy. i just like roasting him for no actual reason i need to give him lore... but at least new design is cool!! the old one was so random lol.

(im very happy about giving him this new eye colour for betelgeuse, orion's alpha, being a red supergiant, and a silver(bluish) clip on his scarf-bandana-idk-thing with a dog for sirius(bc canis major is considered orion's dog), and changing skin tone was a great decision because making most characters white is very boring as it turns out and also his slight outfit style change makes me RAWARRHGRHG really cool one)

i wonder if he's alive...and what he's up to if he is...

#project moon #library of ruina #lor oc #galina (lor oc) #narae (lor oc) #'rittany (lor oc) #orion (lor oc)

[sinsofsinister]

one updated blorbo and one new one top: daniella 'danny' carpathia • when twilight strikes bottom: galina 'galka' viktorovna morozov • vendetta

#sims 4 #ts3 #ts4 cas #cas screenshots #interactive fiction #when twilight strikes #vendetta if #danny is a generic hunter of spn creatures oc im repurposing #so she got a whole makeover #love her sm #galina is focusing on gravikinesis and vengeance in her save #she might become a crime boss some day we shall see #c: mine #mine: ts4 #mine: oc stuff

[inc0rrectmyths]

BRO YOU CAN'T JUST DROP AMOTHER SHIP AND DISAPPEAR! GIMME GALINA X ARVID HCS DROP EM!! ME NEEDS CALARA AND GALVID PARALLELS OAKASKEKEK

JSEIWKWJWMAS MY BLOG WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO BECOME A WRITEBLR THINGY

anyways!

Galina x Arvid hcs:

They are the goths of the gang. They just love gothicism and enjoy reading gothic literature. Their wardrobe color scheme is mostly black, violet or red. Their shared interests made them come closer.

Galina is a ultra pro max tomboy. She's been mistaken for a boy multiple times. Everyone thought she was gay but our girlie got a boyfriend lmao.

No one expected Arvid to get anyone. He's so cold and grumpy (not always but mostly). But only the gang knows that Arvid cares deeply about everyone he loves and has a very kind heart. He's just emotionally weak and struggles to show emotions.

Arvid and Calum are besties. While Tara and Galina are besties. So Arvid went to Calum and Tara for love advice and they both were like WTF HAPPENED WHILE WE WERE GONE?!

They kissed in a forest. While dumping the body of a junior girl they killed. Soaked in blood. So romantic.

They both are sexually repulsive. And have decided to not have sex or anything. But in the future, they might try.

HERE'S A PARALLEL BETWEEN CALARA AND GALVID!

Since Arvid and Calum and Tara and Galina are bffs. They go on double dates. UwU

Galina and Tara gossip about their boyfriends. A LOT. Typical girlie thingies.

Calum and Arvid often forget they are their girlfriends and just call them bro. ODJEKEK

Calum and Galina are the nerds and they read novels and poems for their lovers AAAAAA.

Tara and Arvid are good with fashion and they always get a coat, jeans, gloves, accessories for their lovers.

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#they are my meow meows #i love them <3 #my ocs are my children #my ocs #they are so special to me #and they are depressed #calum x tara #galina x arvid #calara #galvid

[bloodofthefates]

x. grishaverse OC

✲ please allow me to introduce Galina to the roster!

#✲ OOC #✲ GALINA BUGROV [ visage ] #✲ GALINA BUGROV [ about ] #✲ GALINA BUGROV [ headcanon ] #✲ GALINA BUGROV [ inspo ] #✲ GALINA BUGROV [ interaction ] #tag drop;; #grishaverse rp #grishaverse oc #original character #shadow and bone rp #grisha rp #update #six of crows rp #king of scars rp #all done! #be kind to my bby <3

[selkymaiden]

❤️🐶😈À👙☂️💋👎 for sophie, galina, and neptune please heh 😏💖

after 500 billion years i'm like yeah... yeah okay let's get spicy in here and the ones you picked hellooooooooo nurse!!!!

First off the 🐍 herself, Sophie:

❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?

Her neck and belly! Like grab her primordial pouch and kiss up her neck! Phew!!! She'll crumble!!! But that's if you can get close enough to her to do that. 🐶-Favorite pet name they like to be called?

Little Queen, my love will work sometimes also. She's picky about pet names, instead, she likes to use them more on others, especially on [bird honking] since he blushes but is so pleased from the affection. 😈-Favorite sex position?

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh HELLO. But anything facing each other, so to be honest? Vanilla missionary will do it just fine, she likes her face close to the other person also. She's not as adventurous as some of my other ladies but that's okay, she and her partner have fun. Á : Is your muse loud in bed?

LMAO. Whiney, whimpers, moans- The whole shebang. Her outside of bed is always controlled, down to earth, and calculated, but in bed? Gone. She wants to have fun and she wants to let the other person know she's having a very good time so she has no problem letting them know. 👙-Favorite outfit in the bedroom?

This depends more on her partner. (🐧 or 🎭) Because when it comes to clothes she's more interested in fashion she can wear around than an outfit that's going to not last very long... Instead ending up on the floor. So it's more what would the other person want to see her in. Like for 🎭 she's def wore a Playboy bunny suit but for 🐧 any lingerie he's gifted her or matching sets that reminisce very 30s or 40s.

☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually?

Depends on the foreplay! She can come p fast when everything is hitting right.

💋-Do they use tongue when they kiss?

Yes but only with birb. She's never liked it with anyone else; the wet feeling actually makes her cringe but with him it's different. But that's because she feels desired by him and wanted so she's more open for tongue all the time babeeey.

👎🏻-What is an absolute deal breaker in the bedroom?

Anything with the a$$hole. No butt stuff and I will not elaborate lmaoooo.

Galina:

❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?

Her ass. Grab da peach custard and morgan le fay!

🐶-Favorite pet name they like to be called?

Dear one or my dear. She likes it plain and simple. (Oh my god "peasantry" play lfkajwlker)

😈-Favorite sex position?

:^) In another life she was probably a concubine and a good and successful one; honestly, this woman loves it standing up. Anything where she's upright and on her feet and doing work or both are doing work- just very dynamic. Wheelbarrow, upstanding citizen? Like just go for it! In the dining room before dinner that evening? Like go for it!

Á : Is your muse loud in bed?

Eh, kind of? She's commanding and likes to talk, but less sensual unless she really likes the other person then you'll get a moan.

👙-Favorite outfit in the bedroom?

Not so much as the whole outfit but it's more the shoes. Loves, loves, loves wearing heels or boots or anything pretty on her feet! And stockings! Needs the stockings. Especially the ones with the black line down the back of a good nylon stocking.

☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually?

Not long at all, she knows what she wants and how she wants it LOL

💋-Do they use tongue when they kiss?

To be flirty, sure! If the other person starts it she'll respond, but mostly it's not her thing.

👎🏻-What is an absolute deal breaker in the bedroom?

Degradation. She's not okay with being smacked around also, like maybe a little bit of a playful and soft slap but anyone trying to do it to her she'll be like 'aight i'm out.' HOWEVER, she has no problem being the one to do the degradation or 'impact' play.😇

Neptune Eighteen:

❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?

Those biddies. Those tatas. She just wants cold robot hands (pincers) holding them!

🐶-Favorite pet name they like to be called?

Mamas even though she never wants to be a mother! But being called mamas or mami will quickly get her attention. But truly the only one for her, Yes Man, can almost call her anything silly and she'll come running to him like a puppy.

😈-Favorite sex position?

(damn ok fisto do be teaching her some stuff lfakwer) cowgirl, cowgirl, cowgirl and doggy. But okay like Yes Man's programming and robot body can only do so much flakjwer unless he had synth body then it's cowgirl, cowgirl, cowgirl, and doggy <3

Á : Is your muse loud in bed?

Yes. Just ask Benny. (He'll blush but be annoyed.)

👙-Favorite outfit in the bedroom?

Her stupid ass will wear a whole fucking cowboy outfit. But a real one, not a Hollywood movie one- like the kind a real cowhand would wear out in the wastes so it's practical. But that's not saying she wouldn't wear a fun cowboy outfit with rhinestones either. Thankfully she can wear the silliest things and Yes Man won't know the difference since to him she's already a silly human so it's normal or what does he truly know?

☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually?

If it's Yes Man she could come for him in seconds. If it's anyone else (Benny) like... Never. It's fake. It's just acting, it's for fun, she'll just hold onto it and save it for later. Let herself stew. Petty.

💋-Do they use tongue when they kiss?

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh She'll be messy and use tongue for sure! She wants to trade spit with her robot husband so bad! Just lick him and his stupid screen face ): Then he has to use windex to clean his monitor.

👎🏻-What is an absolute deal breaker in the bedroom?

Anyone that's not Yes Man.

#your “heh” is taking me OUT #oc. galina #oc. sophie #oc. neptune eighteen #roberthouses

[mushroom-for-art]

Galina, a military grade genetically altered demon weapon who's basically just Swiss army knife of bombs, baby girl got grenade form, scrapnel, smoke bomb, flash bomb ect and can make sparking mini explosion scattering fireworks and just straight flames cause I say so. Forever owned by Soul Eater

#my art #my oc #Soul Eater oc #Galina Soul Eater #Oc Galina #Need to learn soul eater style but also no #Had fun tho with lighting affects of the flames and spaeks #What is background lmao #Don't be fooled those fireworks probably fucking hurt

[ofwishesandstars]

uwu, i have a new bean, Her name is Galina, she’s based off a giant deep sea isopod. She owns a multiverse club in the omega timeline and likes to be called mama, Censored bits because i keep drawing her bitties out.

#undertale #undertale oc #undertale fanart #undertale multiverse #utmv #galina the isopod

[askfacultystaff]

New Oc

Alejandra (Alex) Galina.

Meet Alejandra or Alex for short, she's David's childhood friend. At first when she was 6 and it's her first day of elementary school, she got bullied by some students. Luckily, David came to rescue her, gaining his courage. She was badly beated up until she passed out, few moments later she woke up at Nurse's office and saw David sitting next to her.

"W-who a-are y-you??? 😥" Asked Alex, she's such a coward who barely talks. David introduces himself to her, he was 7 and it's first time he had his childhood friend. Then Alex introduces herself as they became friends until her last day of elementary school at 11 and moved into middle school far away as goodbye.

Alejandra (Alex) Galina (Current Age 20)

After David getting insulted by some people, threatening "You like little girls, huh??? What a immature boy!!" mocking and laughing. Then, David saw someone beating bad people up to death by using karate powers. When he looks closely, it was Alejandra, that girl who met him 14 years ago. Her personality is now bravest and most intelligent, her expression is same as Principal.

David gasped with delight, rushes and hugs her, shouting happily "You saved me, Alex!!! 😄". Alejandra can recognize him since her childhood memories about him. She patting his head, letting her smile a little bit, talking a lot now "We met again, my friend 😌".

Bonus:

Alejandro (Boy Alex) Galin.

Alejandro (Boy Alex) Galin (Current Age 20)

@davidboscosworldsblog.

#alejandra galina #new oc #education and learning #basically basics #picrew #alejandro galin #genderbend au #backstories au

[chromarrays]

A sketchhh

#art #my art #oc #my oc #original character #the bearers #ruth hawking #jacques chadwick #nkanyezi glass #martha #marichú tañag kho #galina rentgen #tim

[fetabathwater]

how did you design your MC for vendetta 👀👀👀👀

lil rat bastard. i pretty much blind rolled like with a coin and theyre like dirty blonde short ish hair, average height or smth mightve gone like tall ish???, streetwear in the fancy hotel so they get side-eyed, idk cars but i saw aston martin and was like oh okay, sugar mama to santana. i dont have anything solid down but im kind of attached as far as like. decisions ive done so far. poking the mafiya grandchild like 'do something' whilst also having them ferry around a detective is the fucking funniest thing.

#replies #kind of attached to the names... #so temporarily #oc: galina viktorovna dupont

[polandwithoutla]

You know it’s a hyperfixation when you make an OC

#nuerodivergent #adhd stuff #hyper fixated #oc #my wwdits ocs nero and galina #my gemsona #I’ve written Star Wars fanfics where every character was an oc #I made Frozen ocs when I was like 8 #original character

[trippinsorrows]

with me + part one

authors note: well, i got some type of writers block working on two other RR wip's so opened a new google doc and ended up with this. prob gonna be 3 parts, maybe 4. there's an almost five year time jump after this one, can you guess why? also, joe's wife is an oc, not galina.

first time posting my roman writings on here and trying not to freak out tbh

warnings: angst, infidelity, language, suggestive content

song inspo: with me by destiny's child

word count: 4,000

You know that assignment everyone at some point in their education where they research what they want to be when they grow up and share it with the whole class for a grade? Yeah, that big mammoth of a question that somehow you’re supposed to have confidently answered before even reaching double digits.

That was always super easy for you.

From as far back as you can remember, you wanted to be a teacher. It took until you were in middle school, almost high school for you to settle on an elementary school teacher, college for a specific grade. But, the teaching profession always called to you.

You chalk it up to your grandmother, undoubtedly one of your favorite people in this entire world. She was also an elementary school teacher who taught until she was expectedly called home when you were 14. Some part of you wonders if you’ve never even allowed yourself to entertain any other professions because of her loss. She was your best friend, and following in her footsteps was wanted but also felt somewhat necessary. Like you had to in order to honor her and her legacy.

A couple years into your career, you still think about that, how you’ve known from such a young age what you wanted to do with your life. Well, one part. 

In other areas, maybe the most important areas, you were lost as all of the outdoors. Mostly in one area, if you’re being honest, and truthfully, it’s not even what you want in as much as it is how you get there. The path is relatively simple: find a man, fall in love, get married, have babies, live happily ever after.

It’s such a stereotypical trajectory, but one you’ve also envisioned for yourself since your late teens. You’d gotten partying all out of your system during the early college years, somewhat in high school as well. Now in your mid 20s, soon to be late 20s, all you want to do is prepare to eventually settle down. Sooner rather than later.

And the issue isn’t even having no prospects. You have a prospect, he’s just unavailable. 

Because he’s already fucking married.

But can you even call him a prospect when that implies there’s some chance? Because there’s zero chance. You know this. You know this very well, too well. So why you still allow him into your bed and inside of you is beyond you. Yes, the sex is out of this world, but you desire more than that. Maybe not at first, but almost three years deep into this arrangement, most definitely.

You still think back to your first meeting.

Your best friend won a contest that not only granted her two front row tickets to a Smackdown show but backstage passes as well. You met so many wrestlers that night, some you grew up watching on TV as the little tomboy that you were as a kid. But, it was one wrestler in particular: tall, muscular, hair more beautiful and silky than any silk press your beautician mother could ever style, that changed your life. Whether for better or worse remains to be seen. 

He was attractive, extremely, possibly one of the most beautiful men you’d ever met. But, the attraction was short-lived when you spotted the wedding band on his left hand. You’d be lying if you tried to say that was when the attraction sizzled out. It diminished, but it was still there. Still, you didn’t think much of it, that was until you received a call from a number on your phone that you didn't recognize. 

Why you even accepted the call is still a mystery. You never answered random calls, yet that one was an exception, an exception that resulted in you having an unexpected phone conversation with Roman fucking Reigns. He explained that he got your number from your friend who’d exchanged contact information with a wrestler she met that night as well. They were messing around too, that much you knew. And good for her. He, unlike Roman, was not married and therefore free to fuck around.

The conversation lasted much longer than it needed to, especially given the flirtatious nature it quickly took on. It was wrong, you knew this well, very well. He took vows, but you were also aware of those vows. And heat no point pressured you into anything, you could have cut it off. Flirtatious he was, but forceful he was not.

The conversations increased in frequency and length over a matter of weeks that turned into months, and before you knew it, your day started and ended with either a text or phone call from the wrestler. 

A small part of you knew that it would eventually escalate into more, a man like him seemed like he needed more. But, you stupidly tried to tell yourself that when that time came, you would remain strong and draw the line in the sand with just communication. Even if it was just as wrong as anything else.

It was a silly thought. 

Your resolve was weak.

You absolutely did not need to accept his invitation to fly you out to one of his shows, and you damn sure didn’t need to allow him to take you back to his hotel where your legs ended up wrapped around his waist as he pounded into you—among other things—until the early hours of the morning.

The days after that were rough. You felt absolutely disgusted with yourself. It was one thing to flirt with a married man, but it was an entirely different thing to fuck a married man. He wasn’t yours. He belonged to someone else. He had a life with some other woman. You had no right to insert yourself into that union, so you decided to sever contact with him, deleting his number from your phone and shoving the experience in the ‘biggest regret of your life’ box with no intention of reopening it.

Unfortunately for you, Roman, Joe, as he asked you to call him, was a persistent bastard.

You ignored his texts, so he called. You ignored his calls, so he texted. You ignored both, and this motherfucker showed up at your goddamn door. There were multiple times you could have and should have ended things, that being another perfect opportunity. If you told him to leave that night, not allowed him into your apartment, he would have listened. He was stubborn and resolute but also respectful. If you told him to leave, really told him, he would have done so.

But, you didn’t. You allowed him into your place and similar to the last time you were in his presence, ended up spread out on your bed with him balls deep inside you until you couldn’t feel your lower half. 

Now, fast forward three years later, not much has changed. You two don’t communicate quite as much in the day, and his visits are more spread out given the company’s current efforts at pushing him as the new face of the company. But, that doesn’t stop his visits to come see you and flights he puts you on to come see him, both of which always end with him leaving your legs jelly and throat raw.

All the while his wife sits at home unaware of her husband’s consistent residence between your legs.

The thought alone makes you sick, revolted at yourself, at how you’ve allowed yourself to reach this point in life. Closer to 30 than 20 and going on 3 years of being a mistress to a married man, a man who can never give you the future you want yet refuse to let go. 

Not that you’d ever allow yourself to really acknowledge why. 

That’s….that’s just too much.

________

Pillow talk was just something that naturally happened between the two of you. It made sense given that your relationship started out with just talking. He seemed interested in knowing more about you, about your likes and dislikes. He shared his as well. You weren’t beyond admitting that Joe was insanely easy to talk to, the flow of conversation always natural, never forced. There never seemed to be a dry spot between you two. 

And whether it was an innate ability to pick up on the emotions of others or just his, you could always tell when something was bothering him, could see when he came to you with a burden he didn’t want to discuss.

Not that that stopped you from asking. If he declined to talk about it, you respected it, didn’t push. But, more often than not, he would end up sharing things with you, mostly concerns regarding his career.

It seemed he visioned one thing for himself, while Vince McMahon saw another. He felt frustrated at times, especially when the fanbase started pushing back more. He never admitted as such, but you could see it hurt his feelings. How could it not? Kayfabe or not, Joe was still a real person with real feelings, regardless of the role he played.

And at some point, his visits to see you stopped always involving sex. That happened majority of the time, but there were occasions when he just seemed like he needed someone to be around, a distraction, someone to talk to. 

Someone like you.

“Come on.” You jumped up off the couch and offered your hand that he looked at with disinterest. “Don’t make me drag your big ass. It’ll probably break my back.” He lifts his brow, and you roll your eyes. “Joe, come onnnn.”

“Where are we going?” He finally asks, all the while sighing heavily and standing up. Though unnecessary at this point, he still takes your hand. You try not to think too much of the gentle squeeze he gives.

“To my kitchen.” 

Glancing over, he gestures with his thumb. “The place that’s like 3 feet away.”

You suck your teeth and shove against him. “Don’t be an ass. We’re gonna bake cookies.”

“Bake?”

“That’s what I said.” Though clearly skeptical, he follows you into the kitchen and watches as you start gathering supplies. “I spent a lot of summers with my grandma, and whenever either of us were having a bad day, she’d take us into the kitchen and we’d bake chocolate chip cookies. She’d always say there’s nothing a good chocolate morsel can’t cure.” 

Reflecting on those memories, so fond and cherished, brings a despondent smile to your face.

His eyes fall on you, sensing the sudden sadness. “You miss her.”

“Every day….” Shaking your head, you make a conscious effort to not make this about you and your grief. “Now, we need music.” You settle on some random “cookout” playlist that aids in setting the playful mood. To your surprise, yet not surprise, Joe keeps up without struggle. He's a fast learner, easily following along to your detailed instructions and explanations. Things get messy at times, as one does when baking, but it only causes the two of you to share laughter. Especially when you ‘accidentally’ get flour on each other. For you, it was an accident. His was definitely intentional. 

Still, between the laughter, light conversation, and New Edition serving as backdrop, it’s a sweet moment. 

“And now we wait,” you announce, plopping down on the sofa. “Wrestler by day, baker by night. Who’d a thunk it?”

He chuckles. “I never knew you could cook.”

At that, you nearly choke on the water bottle you’d grabbed off the coffee table. “Me? Cook? No. Not at all. There’s a reason every thanksgiving, my family only asks me to bring the drinks. My mom is the cook. Grandma was the baker. I can make cookies and a few select items. That’s it.”

You can still hear your grandma’s voice in the back of your head, chiding you for never allowing your mom to teach you how to cook. It just never garnered your interest, even when they swore up and down you’d never find a husband without knowing how.

Maybe they were right.

He joins you in the living room, settling on the other end of the sofa. “Maybe I could teach you then.”

His words—and offer—suprise you. “You can cook?”

“Don’t look so surprised.” He rolls his blue eyes. Some days you love the contacts, others you hate them. Today is a love day. They make his beauty even more exquisite. “Because of the big age difference between me and my siblings, it was just me and my mom a lot of times. They were either out and about or had either moved out. She’d ask me to help her out in the kitchen, and I picked up on a couple things.”

“You’re a fast learner.” That much is very obvious, in several areas of his life. “Was it ever hard? Like, not really having them around?”

He seems to think about her question before answering. “Yes and no. The twins moved to Florida when I was like three, and we became close instantly. It was like suddenly having two new brothers. Obviously, they didn’t live with us, so they weren’t always around, and those times were hard, I guess. But the older we got, the more we did together.”

The Usos. Also wrestlers trying to make names for themselves. He really does hail from a legendary dynasty. “I get that. It was just me and my mom, and she worked a lot to support us, so that’s why I spent so much time with my grandma. And I loved it, but sometimes it got lonely not really having siblings.” You look over at him, studying this massive specimen of a man who seems so unsure of himself right now, unsure of his future. He’d hinted at such during their prep, but you bookmarked the comment to revisit. “It’s all gonna work out, you know.”

His gaze is on you, partially disinterested, mostly in disagreement. Joe knows what you're referring to. He chuckles, darkly, “you sound sure.”

“I am,” you counter calmly. Moving to sit on your knees, you continue, “no matter what it takes, you make them respect you. You can do it, and when you finally find your footing, you’ll be one of the best to ever do it. Mark my words.” 

You’ve never been one to build up false hopes in anyone, far too familiar with the sting of disappointment. So every word leaving your mouth drips with sincerity. Joe is so much more than a “pretty face” or someone who got lucky by being born into a wrestling dynasty with a golden spoon in his mouth. He’s worked his ass off, you see how he works his ass off, so the last thing you’d want to witness is him become his own worst enemy by getting too into his head.

“You’ll see. They boo now, but pretty soon they’ll be cheering.” Moving to your knees, you lift your arms in a theatrical display. “Roman, Roman, Roman.” You yelp when his strong arms pull you into his lap, legs spread on either side of his thick thighs. “Would you let me hype you up? Like, damn.”

His smile, so beautiful and genuine, warms your soul. His spirits are lifted, and that’s all that matters. Joe’s hands are on your hips, palms massaging you through your shorts. You move your arms around his neck, resting on his strong shoulders “Thank you.”

It’s at this moment, you foolishly allow yourself to wonder. Wonder what it would be like for this to be the norm, for him to always return to your place when he has time off or in between shows. Wonder what it would be like to consistently be this safe space for him, to be in his corner and not just in the shadows, but in the light. To be supporting him ringside. To be his.

And for a second, you pretend. You pretend that you are his, and he’s yours. That this is your man, and you’re his girl. Just the two of you. Nobody else.

But the comedown from that is devastating, like a boulder sitting on your chest, a butcher knife to your heart. Because he isn’t yours. He never was, and he never will be. 

Mood sullen, you lower your arms to separate yourself. “I should…” You clear your throat, climbing off of him. The air is suddenly too stuffy, the room too small. You need space. “I should go check on the cookies.” 

Joe’s not stupid, far from it. You know that he has to pick up on your 180 in mood, yet he doesn’t pursue you, doesn’t ask questions, and you’re thankful for that. You need to not be around him right now, not so close, not so connected, not so in love.

You need to let him go. ________

“I can’t do this anymore.” 

Joe’s in the midst of sliding his shirt over his head, sitting on the edge of the bed when your voice, low and quiet, stops him mid movement. “What?”

“I said.” You blow out a big breath, unsure why your chest suddenly feels so heavy. “I can’t do this anymore.”

At that, he angles his body so that he can look at you, assess your face. He’s a big eye contact person. “What are you talking about?”

Irritation piques. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, Joe.” Gesturing between the two of you, you kick the blankets off and quickly reach for your t-shirt that got discarded last night. Being naked in front of him suddenly feels uncomfortable. “This. It’s done.”

He pauses for a second and then shakes his head, resuming his dressing. “Okay.”

His tone is dismissive, like he doesn’t believe you. Like he thinks you’re playing around. Of course he would be in one of those moods, where he’s more irritable, less receptive and fucking stubborn. “I’m serious.”

“I’m not doing this shit with you right now.” Joe gets up and continues dressing himself, prompting you to climb out of bed and move in front of him. 

He can’t avoid his way out of this. You won’t allow it. It’s time to finally rip the bandaid off. 

You’ve sat on this for the last two weeks, since he last left your apartment and you realized you’d stupidly allowed yourself to fall for this man. Fall for a man who walks around with a wedding ring on his left hand, who’s always had that wedding ring from the moment you met him. You’re not upset with him, not as much as you’re upset with yourself.

You grew up the product of an affair, felt the stinging pain of being rejected by a parent whose selfishness resulted in the creation of life, a life he wanted no part of. Seen how your mom literally begged your piece of shit father to be in your life, to play some role. Heard how he cruelly rejected her, rejected you, calling you your mother’s bastard. A mistake.

It devastated you so deeply that you still can’t really talk about it without getting emotional. 

And yet, you idiotically found yourself playing the same role you used to judge your mother for: the other woman. 

It’s a role you stepped in, and one you must now step out of.

“There’s nothing to do.” You run your hands over your face and shake your head. Choosing to have this conversation at almost 4 o’clock in the morning probably wasn’t the best move, but you also know that if you give yourself more time, you’ll find a reason not to do it. And you need to do this. “You have a wife, Joe. A whole ass woman who loves you and would probably let you fuck her just as much as you like to fuck me. Go be with her, and if not her, find someone else, cause I won’t be that for you. Not anymore.” 

You’re not exactly sure what part of what you just said registered with him, but it’s obvious something did by the change of tone he takes. “Where is this coming from?”

“It’s coming from where it should have come a long time ago,” you answer, crossing your arms over your body. “This was never right, and I refuse to partake in it anymore. I won’t be your whore anymore.”

You didn’t expect hurt to flash in his beautiful eyes nor for him to move closer to you, that hurt intensifying when you back away. He can’t touch you. You can’t allow that, because all it takes is only touch, one longing gaze, and you’ll be putty in his hands. This has to end. “Is that really what you think you are to me?”

“I don’t know what I am to you, Joe,” you answer, honestly. It’s something you’ve battled back and forth with for nearly three years. Just what is it about you that keeps him coming back, keeps him in your bedroom, inside of you. At face value, it’s the sexual compatibility between you. Below the surface level though, there’s maybe more. You’ve never allowed yourself to venture there, and you’re certainly not about to right now. You know how you feel about him, but you refuse to really ask yourself how he feels about you. “And truthfully, it doesn’t matter, cause it doesn’t change anything.”

“So, that’s just it?” His voice is wounded, handsome face painted into a mixture of scowl and a frown. “Almost three years, and you want to throw it all away, for what?”

“For what…..Joe, you are married. You have a whole wife at home. Whatever issues you have that cause you to step out, work that shit out. Learn how to be with her. Cause I’m not doing it any more. I—I can’t.” Emotion imbues your voice toward the end, and you hate that shit. You don’t want him to see, to know, how much this has been eating you up as of lately. “I’m gonna be 30 in a few years. I want to be married. I want to have a family. I deserve that, and I’ll never have it as long as I’m messing with you, so I’ve gotta let you go.” You swallow the deep lump in the back of your throat. “And you’ve gotta let me go.” 

This time, this time you can see the part that wounds him, that digs into his chest. You’ve gotta let me go. 

Joe is fast, fast enough to move directly in front of you, large hands holding your face. He says your name, desperate almost. “Tell me what to do, tell me what you want, and I’ll do it. Just….” He stops, and you close your eyes, refusing to see if it’s his own emotions coming up. You can barely handle your own cascade of feelings right now and refuse to take on his. “I can’t lose you.”

What you want…..

What you want is for him to never leave. What you want is for him to stay with you, to be with you. What you want is for him to have never met Jadah, never married her, never committed his life to her. 

What you want is for him to be yours and only yours, but what you want….is also what you can never have. 

“I—I want you to leave, Joe.” The words burn your lips, scorch your throat, ache your soul. “And this time….don’t come back.”

You can’t bring yourself to open your eyes, to see the result of your heartbreaking, even if honest request. It’s because you know seeing him hurt will only cause your resolve to crumble, and you can’t have that. You have to be strong, have to be the woman your mother couldn't.

So, you remain there, remain silent as he steps away from you, his touch vanishing. There’s such an emptiness in his wake.

It’s only when you hear the front door of your apartment shut that you finally feel it, the caving of your stomach, the heavy lump move from the back of your throat, the release of the loud sob you didn’t realize you’d been keeping at bay. 

It’s when you finally allow yourself to feel all of the emotions of a woman who just told the only man she’s ever loved to leave. 

If only you knew his departure was just the beginning of the rest of your life.

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