genuine writers getting wrongly accused of using ai because of witch hunt and proper grammar/structure in their works must be what being a woman in the 1600s who is wrongly accused of being a witch because she can read and is intelligent feels like
ironically, when i was a kid my mama used to say this to me. and when she said it, its her way of saying âdo you know anything else? Something you should know?â or sheâd use it to change the conversation đđ
This conversation about Jey and his personal life is tired and regurgitated every time a new or possibly old picture comes out with them.
There is nothing new or has changed about that situation and ATP I wish y'all would just stop talking about it. Especially since we don't know if he's still truly married (also, if you don't know the state and county they filed in you're not gonna find divorce records, and they can request it to be sealed. You can be married in one state and file for divorce in another. Quick google search tells you that. (Also tried to find my parents and got nothing.) in this case we'll never know and it's honestly not really our business.
Whether her face was blocked or not, she was standing next to him or somewhere else, didn't go, or was invited by Natty herself, y'all was still gonna have something to say. We get it. You don't like her. Get Over lt.
i had to take a little hiatus (i was still on here from time to time reading and everything.) i was getting overwhelmed. everything i love, now fills me with nothing but dislike. and being in my last semester of my senior year of college, this app wasnât worth it anymore
i used to love writing (before my inbox was filled with stupid ai allegations (iâve been writing wayyyy before aiâŠiâm also a journalism major.) and being called a bird brain for writing for jey uso and also for if i didnt.
this app takes parasocial-ness to another level, where everyone has to be mean and nasty to the other. itâs weird. and itâs sad. as much as i love it still so much (itâs my job lol.)
i give up. itâs not something i find joy in anymoreâŠid delete this account but life is strange. i could always turn around. but i loved how many of you all loved my stories. it made me so happy to feel so loved and have a community somewhere. so i will leave them all here for you to enjoy. but who knows whatâs in the future!!
summary: google, is it appropriate to fuck your parents live in helper?
now playing: hold on by the internet, talk you through it by kwn ft. flo
pairings: jimmy uso x black!fem oc (layla)
warnings: mdni 18+, former felon!jimmy, talking in slang, unprotected p in v, spitting, hair pulling, daddy kink, dirty talk, praises during sex, jimmy is one nasty nigga
authors note: two out of two one shots i promised for my babies winning. donât ask me why this oc has my name, hush. i apologize for this in advance đ
tired of the hustle and bustle of her job, of her friends, of everything. she needed a much needed mental and physical break.
and what better place to do it then her parents house? they always welcomed her with open arms. it also gave her the excuse to finally see the helped they hired.
she was more than confused to know they had a live-in helper, even more finding out he was a former felon that they had contracted from a company who helps former felons assimilate in normal life.
she was skeptical but her parents were their own people and did what they wanted to. what could she say?
she would see the text message from her parents letting her know that they were out at the moment, but jimmy would be able to let her in.
she would send a quick thumbs up emoji before parking her car in the garage and walking her and her bags to the front door.
she would laugh as the stupid door bell tone her dad accidentally changed ring out. glad to see he still hasnt been able to change it.
she would tap her fingers as she heard footsteps coming from downstairs, her eyes slightly widening as the door opened.
a very sexy samoan man with no shirt on would open her parents door, his long damn hair flowing. he would sheepishly smile, propping the door open. âsorry, i went to take a shower and didnt see your parents texting me until after i was out.â
âyouâre good, i wasnt in a rush anyways.â layla would say softly, eyeing the man up and down. the man would look down at himself and chuckle before side stepping and taking the bags from her hands. âi couldâve done that.â
ânah i got it, and im not just saying it because itâs my job.â he would smile, his tongue slightly pushing out between his teeth.
layla would nod , walking into the house. things were changed, including the furniture and the pictures on the wall. this wasnt the same house she left six years ago.
âif it makes you feel better, the only thing they didnt change is the pepto bismol abomination you call a room.â she would gasp, her hand to her heart as she looked at him with feigned hurt.
âmy dad must be influencing you, because my room is cute!â she would roll her eyes as she walked downstairs to her room, smiling at the sight.
it was just as she left it.
jimmy would put her bags on the ottoman at the foot of her bed, shaking his head. âi remember my first task your parents made me do was clean your room. i dont know what you usually do to it that made your father side eye me, but i was done in like two minutes.â
she would laugh, shaking her head as she took off her jacket. âheâs just an ass, donât mind him. i used to be a bit messy, but ive changed.â
jimmy would chuckle and nod before heading to the door, running his fingers through his hair. âwell, hopefully it doesnt get messy before you leave.â
she would nod, moving to take her close out of bags. he would start to leave, causing her to let out a breath she didnt know she had.
lord, he was too fine for her to even pay attention to whatever he said.
âoh and layla?â layla would look up to see the man, now wearing a shirt but a towel on his head. ânext time, dont leave your lace panties on the bed.â
she would scream, throwing a book at him. âoh my god!â
he would let out a loud laugh, rushing downstairs to the basement.
god this was going to be an eventful two weeks.
within a week it was like jimmy and layla were best friends. always helping him out, mostly to get to know his story and how he ended from jail to her parents place.
to make a long story short he was young and he took the wrap for someone else. spent twelve years in jail for something he didnât even do.
her cousin that was in jail used to be jimmyâs cellmate, and introduced him to the program her parents volunteered for, and the rest was history.
he had another job that could easily get him out of her parents basement, but he chose to stay. her parents were like family, and he refused to turn his back on them.
hearing him just talk made layla turned on, but she refused to act on any of her urges. this man worked for her parents after all, it would be disrespectful to them.
she could control herself.
right?
layla would be in jimmyâs basement bedroom, laying on his bed as he was looking up food places on his phone next to her.
it was date night for her parents. usually they would leave jimmy alone and he would just go to one of his brothers house. but with layla there he was more than happy to have company that wasnt his brothers and their lovely family.
âwhatchu feel like mama?â he would ask, his face buried in the phone. layla doesnât remember when he started with the pet names, but it felt so natural coming out of his mouth.
she wasnt sure if it was the southern twang in his words or because he was finer than some aged wine.
ânot sure, you got a list of options?â she would ask, turning to look in his phone. the man would have the notes app up, turning it so she could fully see it.
the list consisted of chinese, korean, sushi, and wingstop. she would think about it before tapping her acrylic nails at korean food, turning to smile at him.
he would laugh before switching to the doordash window of korean food he had already ordered. âyoure so predictable.â
she would slap his shoulder and playfully roll her eyes before getting under the covers and turning over. âmean ass.â
jimmy would look at the eta of over an hour before clicking the lights in the room off, turning the volume on his tv a bit up. âiâm sorry mama, itâs just youâve been getting the same thing for three days straight, i could see your answer from a mile away.â
layla would only huff, refusing to look or even turn her body to the male. jimmy would take a deep breath before getting under the covers himself, his hands moving to her stomach. her breath would hitch, but she still wouldnt move, refusing to falter.
jimmy would feel the goosebumps on her, chuckling before running his hands down her thighs. he would then grip them gently, his head dipping down to her ear. âyou not gonâ accept my apology?â
âis that what that was? sounded like a whole lotta excuses to me.â she would shakily let out, a million and one thoughts running through her head.
was she really letting this man touch on her like this? and was she enjoying this? she barely knew the man, only bits and pieces her parents told and the week shes been close to him. was she actually going to go through this?
âif that wasnât enough, get on yo back and iâll give you a real long apology.â
yeah sheâs definitely doing this shit.
she would turn to look at him, a slight smirk on her face. the man was shirtless, his hair down and sweatpants on. his hands were now holding the waistband of said sweatpants, softly smiling.
âyou gon get on your back or i gotta beg for that? dont act like this tension radiating through us is platonic.â the man would start to breath heavy, like he was thinking and his thoughts getting him off.
she would think for a bit, still sure if she wanted to do this in her parents home. thank god they werenât home, that would be a whole thing entirely.
fuck it.
she would peel the covers off her slightly before pushing her shorts and underwear down. she would push them under a pillow as she got on her back, looking at him.
jimmy looked like he was seconds from snapping, his hands and body moving towards her. he would let out a soft smile before crashing his lips on hers, slithering his tongue in her mouth.
she would moan in the males mouth, wrapping her arms as she brought him closer to her. his mouth was permanently etched into a smirk now, his hands trailing all over her body.
âgoddamn you thick.â he would say, his words muffled as they refused to break the kiss. laylaâs hands would gravitate to his hair, running her fingers through it as he sucked on bottom lip until it was raw.
she would eventually break the kiss after a couple of minutes, needing air. she was panting, didnât know the concept of time anymore, and was feening for more.
once catching her breath, the woman would take her shirt and her bra off, her tits spilling out. jimmyâs eyes would gravitate towards them, his eyes locked.
âion got condoms, you good on that?â jimmy would say, pulling down his sweatpants and underwear down. layla would nod, knowing she took her pill yesterday and today. âstretch real quick, ion want you catching a charley horse.â
layla would laugh before getting out the bed and quickly stretching, feeling his hand kneading her thighs and asscheeks. âthe hell you âbout to do to me?â
âdonât worry, though you will be sore tomorrow.â she would get back in the bed, the man immediately pulling her legs to the foot of the bed. she would grip his biceps, letting out a soft grunt.
âopen your mouth âfa me.â jimmy would softly say, bending down. the woman was confused but reluctantly agreed, the man spitting in her mouth in return. his eyes glazed over as she swallowed the spit, biting down on her bottom lip. âgood girl.â
he would barely let her get a breath out before attaching his lips back on hers, his length nudging her clit as he bent over. he was huge, layla wasnt sure if this shit was gonna fit in her or not.
jimmy would rock himself back and forth, rubbing his precum all over her soaking wet folds and clit.
âjimmyy.â the woman would whine in between the kiss, digging her nails deeper in his biceps.
âuh uh, you knew what you were getting into when you took them panties off, you gonâ shut up and take whatever i give you.â he would say, chuckling before lining himself up and slamming himself inside of the woman.
layla would immediately whimper, throwing her head back as she tried to get used to his size. she would think jimmy would at least give her a bit to get used to it.
nope!
after a couple of seconds he would push her legs down, keeping her at a angle while he lifted his right leg up. he would start to thrust, gritting his teeth.
laylaâs hands stayed on the mans biceps, high-pitched cries flowing out of her mouth. âdammit jimmy, oh fuck!â
âyou wet as hell, take this dick just like that mama.â he would bend down to start kissing on her neck, one hand moving from her thighs to her clit. âyou doinâ so good baby.â
layla couldnât speak, her moans overpowering anything she couldâve said. her mouth was in a almost permanent o shape, her eyes rolled back. she had never been fucked with so much roughness, so much passion.
do all men who been in jail lay dick down like this?
âtell me how good this shit is baby, i wanna hear you.â jimmy would look into the womanâs eyes, not breaking eye contact as he slid himself in and out of her wet cunt. the sounds could rival most amateur porn, of her parents were home they would hear out as if they were doing it in the room they were in.
âwhy are you fuckinâ me like this?â the woman would question breathlessly, already close to losing her voice.
âwhy? i donât know how to fuck any other way. tight ass pussy.â he would almost growl, tucking his bottom lip inbetween his mouth for concentration.
layla would throw her head back, her eyes fluttering. the man would immediately grab her by her hair, pushing her head down.
âlook at you taking this dick baby, look at how good you creaminâ all over daddys dick.â the sight in front of her was obscene, watching the mans length slide in and out of her like a well oiled machine, white cream oozing all over his and her crotch. the sight would make her almost cum, her eyes glazed over as she looked the man up.
âdonât stop daddy, gimme that fuckinâ dick.â sure would grit out of her teeth, pulling the man closer. she had scratched the manâs arms up, it looking like he went toe to toe with a aggressive cat. âthis dick so big baby.â
âyeah? how big is it baby?â jimmy would say back, still keeping eye contact. he would spit in laylaâs mouth one more time, letting out a groan. âim not stopping until you cum baby.â
âso fuckin biggg- jesus youâre splitting me in half!â she would scream out, her body shaking.
jimmy would laugh at the sight, a wide smile on his face. âyeah youâre close, gimme that shit baby.â he would pick up the pace, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he did so.
jimmyâs hands would move from the womanâs thighs to hold onto the edge of the bed, giving him leverage to drill into the woman. layla would wrap her legs around his neck, curse words spewing once feeling the difference.
âshit fuck this pussy daddy! gimme that nut!â the sound of the tv would thankfully drown out her cries, her orgasm quickly approaching. she would hold onto him tight, planting him.
jimmys thrusts would get sloppy, indicating he was close. but what he said was true, he wasnt stopping, nor cumming, until she was done.
layla would bite into the sheets as her orgasm starting applying pressure. though this pressure was giving her a burn in her stomach. as she let go and cummed, she would scream the mans name as she gushed all over him, cream oozing all over his length as he praised her for taking him so good.
almost immediately he would cum, her orgasm triggering his. he would let out a grunt, still holding onto her hair tightly. âfuck lay, take this nut.â
her body would go almost limp as she came down from her high, watching the man pull out and clean her and him up. âyou did so good mama.â
the manâs phone would ding, a small smile on his face as he pulled his sweatpants back on. âfoodâs here. be right back.â
layla would nod, slowly shuffling herself under the covers. she would get her clothes back on, minus her pants as she waited for the man.
after a couple of minutes the man would come back with their food heated up, and some ice cream. he would give the woman her food before pulling her into his embrace, peppering his cheek with kisses. âthank you.â
âfor having sex with you?â layla would ask, the man immediately shaking his head.
âfor letting me in. i hope you know i dont go away easy.â he would say, the last part accompanied with rolling his eyes. âbig jim a loverboy, not a hitter and quitter.â
âif you say so big jim. though i will say this, we are definitely going to have to go again after our food is digested.â jimmy would laugh, immediately nodding.
âoh most definitely, but your parents might be back before then. i know how to keep quiet though. you? you were screaming like that lady from american horror story.â
âi know you not talking, your thrusts alone rocked the bed and the walls.â
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This wasnât how it was supposed to be. They werenât supposed to be anything more than friends with extra benefits. No feeling weâre supposed to be involved, but somewhere along the way, she had fallen for him, hard.Â
Every time his name popped up on her phone, her heart did that stupid fluttering thing she couldnât control. Sheâd smile, sometimes without meaning to, even before she read the message.Â
She had told herself it was just physical. Just fun. Just something to pass the time and keep the loneliness at bay. She told herself that again and again.Â
But it wasnât just that. Not anymore.
She knew it the night he fell asleep next to her, his arm draped lazily across her waist, breathing slow and even, completely at peace. And instead of slipping out of bed like she used to, she stayed. She stared at the ceiling, feeling content and at peace in his arms.Â
But she had seen a shift in him as well. Soft, subtle changes that nobody in their friend group picked up on. Like how he stopped checking his phone when they were together, or how he started to send her memes throughout the day, telling her how it reminded him of her. And when she spoke, he listened, really listened, as if her words mattered. Like she mattered.
He even stopped mentioning other women.
Thatâs when she knew something had shifted. Maybe she wasnât the only one falling. Maybe it all wasnât in her head.Â
And then suddenly, he did a 180 on her. The good morning messages stopped. The late-night calls turned into unread messages. He still answered, sometimes, but with short replies, polite and distant.Â
Even the sex was different now. He wouldnât look her in her eyes; he would keep his head tucked into her neck until they were done. Afterward, heâd roll away with a mumbled, âYou good?â like they werenât friends before starting this whole arrangement.Â
Sheâd nod. Not having the courage to actually speak because she knew her voice would crack. So she stayed silent, just listening to him get dressed.Â
âIâll see you,â Josh said as he walked out of her room. Aniyah nodded again but kept her eyes focused on her ceiling.Â
She waited until she heard the sound of her front door closing to finally let out the shaky breath she had been holding. A few tears slipped down her cheeks as she sat up and pulled the covers tighter against her body.Â
She didnât know how long she sat there, just breathing, feeling everything she didnât want to feel.
She knew at that moment she had to put herself first. Whatever feeling she had for Josh died that night.Â
At least thatâs what she told herself.Â
Which is why when they ran into each other at a mutual friend's birthday party a couple months later, her heart didnât do that stupid flutter it always did when she saw him. Lie.
When their eyes made contact from across the room, the butterflies in her tummy stayed stagnant. Another LieÂ
And when a woman she had never met before walked over to him, handed him a beer, and placed a kiss on his lips, her heart didnât shatter into tiny pieces.Â
It cracked.Â
She couldnât look away, no matter how hard she tried. Her eyes were stuck to the couple as Josh accepted the drink. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close so she was tucked into his side, like she belonged there.
Aniyah let out a shaky breath and turned away from them. She walked into the kitchen, poured herself a shot, and downed it, holding her head to her chest as the liquid burned as it flowed down her throat.Â
She closed her eyes and tried to push her feelings away. Tonight wasnât about her or Josh. It was about her best friend and his birthday. Schooling her features, she walked back into the room and scanned it for the birthday boy. Her heart dropped to her stomach as she saw he was now talking to Josh and his new friend.Â
âLuis!â She called out once she got close. He immediately turned away from Josh and his friend. âHappy Birthday!â She said, letting out a giggle as Luis pulled her into her hug and lifted her off the ground. Â
Josh excused himself from the group and walked away, pulling his date with him.Â
âHere,â she said as she handed him a gift bag and a birthday card. âHappy Birthday.â She tried to ignore the ache in her chest.Â
Luisâs face lit up immediately. âI said no presents this year,â he said with a laugh, already tearing into the bag. âYou always go too hard.â
Aniyah smiled, small but genuine, grateful for the distraction. For a moment, it almost worked.
âOh shit,â Luis called out with a laugh as he unwrapped his present. âYou didnât!â He called out.Â
Only the best for my friends,â she said, smirking lightly,Â
âNo shit,â Luis laughed. still holding the signed Aaron Judge baseball. âHowâd you get this?!â
Aniyah shrugged. âYou know, friends in high places.âÂ
Luis scoffed with a laugh and pulled her into a hug. âHonestly, this is the best gift of the night!â He called out, holding the baseball up.Â
Aniyah rolled her eyes and let out a laugh as his girlfriend, Valerie, called out, âHey!âÂ
Luis grinned unapologetically, holding the baseball up again. âWhat? Iâm just telling the truth.â
Valerie shook her head, laughing as she walked over and slipped an arm around him. âWhatever. I see how it is.â
Aniyah smiled, stepping back slightly to give them their moment. While she loved her friends deeply, she just couldnât bear to be around a loving couple. Â
She turned around and immediately bumped into someone.Â
âFuck. Iâm sorry.â Aniyah said as she tumbled back slightly, instinctively reaching out to steady herself.
A warm hand caught her wrist.
âYou good?â a familiar voice asked.
She immediately snatched her wrist away. She knew it was only a matter of time before the two of them came face to face tonight. âIâm fine,â she said quickly, not looking up. Her voice was steadier than she felt. She busied herself smoothing out imaginary wrinkles in her dress, anything to avoid his eyes.
Josh didnât move away.
âAniyah,â he said softly. Too softly. Like he still had the right to say her name that way.Â
She finally looked up, and for a split second, she wished she hadnât. His expression wasnât distant or cold like sheâd expected. If anything, he looked⊠uncomfortable. Guilty, maybe. His jaw was tight, his brows pulled together slightly, like he was bracing himself. Â
âNo, weâre not doing this.â She said as she tried to walk around him, only for him to side step her. âExcuse me.â She muttered.Â
âNiy, please, justâŠâ Josh trailed off with a sharp inhale. âCan we talk, please?âÂ
That nickname hit her square in the chest.
Her jaw tightened, and she clenched her fists at her sides, nails biting into her palms. She hated that after everything, after the silence and the distance and the way he had made her feel disposable, he could still unravel her.Â
âI donât think thatâs a good idea,â she said quietly, finally meeting his eyes again. âYouâre here with someone.â
Josh shook his head immediately. âSheâsââ He stopped himself, jaw tightening. âThis isnât about her. Itâs about us.â
âThere is no us,â Aniyah replied, sharper than she intended. She softened her tone, but not her stance. âYou made sure of that.âÂ
Josh fliched, but stayed quiet, making Aniyah scoff. She rolled her eyes at him as she moved past him, making her way back to the kitchen.Â
âI fucked up!â He called out, gaining the attention of half the party, including his date.Â
Aniyah stopped mid-step.
For a moment, she didnât turn around. She closed her eyes instead, inhaling slowly, grounding herself as heat crept up her neck. Of course, he would do this, make it public, make it messy, make it harder than it needed to be.
âI handled everything wrong,â he continued, louder now, raw. âI shouldnât have shut you out. I shouldnât have walked away like you didnât matter.âÂ
Joshâs date looked between the two of them, realization suddenly dawning on her face. Looking just as embarrassed as Aniyah felt, his date snatched her purse off the couch next to her and stormed out of the apartment.Â
Josh looked torn. He wanted to go after Lauren and explain, but another part of him wanted to stay with Aniyah, make her understand how sorry he truly was. Â
Josh was tired of hiding how he truly felt; he was tired of feeling like a coward. âNiyah,â he said, his voice lower now, as he stepped towards her. âI donât expect you to forgive me. I donât even expect you to hear me out. But I need you to know the truth.â
Luis cleared his throat as he stepped towards the⊠couple? He wasnât too sure what the hell was going on. He knew when Aniyah was ready, she would tell him the full story, but for now, he was in protective mode.Â
âMaybe yâall should go out on the balcony to talk⊠too many people in here up in yâallâs business.âÂ
Josh glanced around, noticing the curious eyes of a few lingering partygoers, and nodded. âYeah,â He said as he cleared his throat. âCâmon,â He muttered at Aniyah and held his hand out, hoping she would take it. âPlease,â He whispered when she just stared at him.Â
Aniyah hesitated for a moment, her heart hammering in her chest. The thought of being alone with him terrified her. But she wanted to hear him say what she already knew. So, she slowly placed her hand in his.Â
Joshâs thumb brushed gently over hers, a small smile now on his face. âThank you.â He muttered before leading her towards the balcony. They stepped out onto the balcony together. Aniyah shivered as the cool night air hit her bare skin.Â
Josh let go of her hand just enough to take a step back and meet her gaze fully. His jaw was tight, his shoulders tense, but his eyes were honestâŠvulnerable. âI fucked up,â He repeated. âAnd I spent every day regretting that shit.âÂ
âWhy are you telling me now?â She asked, âWhy wait all these months? I mean, you got my number, you know where I live, andâŠâ She trailed off with a shaky breath. âWhy did you bring a date tonight?âÂ
âI didnât think I had the right,â he admitted quietly. âI just disappeared on you, Niy. I thought if I showed up unexpectedly, youâd shut the door in my face.â Aniyah scoffed out a laugh and shook her head. âAnd I.. I donât know why I asked Lauren to come, I -âÂ
âYou said you would tell me the truth. Donât lie.â She said, cutting him off.Â
Josh ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. âI didnât want to come alone,â he admitted, his voice low. âI thought⊠maybe if I had someone there, itâd make it easier to hide how much I actually missed you.â
Aniyah rolled her eyes and looked away from him, out into the city, trying to steady her racing heart. The lights blurred together, a kaleidoscope of color that somehow mirrored the chaos she felt inside.Â
âAniyahâŠâ He gently called out, grabbing both of her hands, making her turn her attention back to him. âOur⊠situation started because we both had been single for a while and we needed a release⊠I - We said no feeling, no strings attached, and it was possible for a while. I wasnât looking for anything serious⊠I wasnât ready for another relationship, but fuckâŠâ He trailed off and released one of her hands so he could run it over his face. âI caught feelings, Niy. Real ones. And instead of being honest, instead of talking to you like an adult, I panicked.âÂ
âYou ranâŠâÂ
âYeah,â Josh nodded. âI ran like a coward, and Iâm tired of running, Aniyah.âÂ
âDo you know what it felt like?â She asked after a moment of silence fell between the two of them. âIt felt like I wasnât enough,â she said, voice trembling despite her effort to stay composed. âLike I was only good for the parts of you that were convenient. You let me believe I mattered, then you took it all back without a word.â She laughed weakly. âDo you know how stupid that made me feel? Sitting there, replaying every moment, wondering when I crossed a line I didnât even know existed? Every unread message. Every short reply. Every time you couldnât even look at me after we fucked.â She spat out.Â
Aniyah let out a bitter laugh. âI needed you to choose me, or hell, at least give me the option to choose you back; instead, you just tossed me to the side like I was just trash.âÂ
Josh shook his head. âI never meant to make you feel like that, Niy,â he said, voice rough with emotions. But I did. And thatâs on me.â He swallowed hard. âYou were never just convenient. You were⊠everything I was afraid of.â
Aniyah scoffed, turning away again. âThatâs not comforting.â
âI know.â He stepped closer, âBut itâs the truth. You mattered too much. You still do.â
He paused, jaw tightening. âIâd just gotten out of something that wrecked me. I promised myself I wouldnât fall again. And then you came along, laughing at my dumbass jokes, calling me out on my bullshit, making me feel safe without even trying.â His voice cracked. âI didnât know how to handle that without losing control.âÂ
âSo you decided that breaking my heart was better than telling me the truth?â Â
Josh nodded, shame written all over his face. âYeah. And itâs the worst decision Iâve ever made.â
She laughed, sharp and humorless, tears finally spilling over. âDo you know how unfair all this is right now? I spent months putting myself back together!âÂ
He swallowed, âI just needed you to know you were never just sex. You were and always will be something more. You didnât deserve none of this shit, Niy.â Â
Aniyah shook her head, tears still streaming down her cheeks as she watched him take another step closer to her.Â
âIâm not asking for a second chance.â He started, stopping himself just short of touching her. His hands hovered uselessly at his sides, like he didnât trust himself not to reach for her. âI donât think Iâve earned that. Not yet. I just want you back in my life, Niyah.âÂ
âIâm not asking to pick back up where we left off.â He added in quickly once she narrowed her eyes at him.Â
âYou expect me to trust you⊠just like that?â She asked, snapping her fingers.Â
âNo,â Josh answered honestly. âI want to earn your trust again. Prove to you that I can be better. That I can be the person you deserve all along.â
Aniyah bit her bottom lip. âAnd what about Lauren?âÂ
âOver before it even started.. I promise.âÂ
âAnd what if I donât believe you?â She whispered.Â
âThen Iâll just have to prove it to you. One step at a time, Niyah.âÂ
Aniyah stared at him, her chest tight, the weight of everything theyâd been through pressing down on her. For a long moment, silence hung between them, broken only by the distant hum of the city below.
âOne step at a time,â she repeated.Â
Josh let out a breath he didnât realize he was holding and pulled Aniyah into his arms, not missing how she tensed up. âI missed you.â He whispered into her hair.Â
Aniyah stayed stiff for a heartbeat, then slowly relaxed, letting herself feel the warmth of him without letting it break her completely. âI know,â She whispered into his chest. And for the first time, in a long time, the ache in her chest didnât feel so heavy.Â
Author's Note: Oh.. hey there! I missed you guys! GO EASY ON ME đ«Ł. This is something I have been working on since JULY!
You think you're the first guy to look good? You think you're the first guy to be good? You think you're not the first guy to walk through these ropes, saying they're gonna cut the line, they're gonna skip the queue, they're gonna be WWE Champion overnight?
admittedly I am still recovering from this massive writerâs block (and depression episodeđ) so it may take a little time but I have written out the first few paragraphs for part 7 and Iâm proud of myself for doing so!
