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LAUGHING JACK WOULD CROSSDRESS AND I’M SICK AND TIRED OF PRETENDING HE WOULDN’T 😩👏🏼👏🏼

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All Falls Down - Chapter 12: The Finale

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Kiyana woke up the next morning in a good ass mood, her pussy still tender to touch. Joe had wore her ass out in the best way possible. She let out a tiny moan as her pussy clenched as she thought about all the nasty shit she and Joe did last night. 

“Fuck,” Joe groaned out “This pussy do fuckin good.” he groaned into her ear before burying his face in her neck, sucking a bruise into her carmel skin. Kiyana moaned as she raked her nails down his back, leaving red marks. “You know this my pussy now right?” He grunted, hips stuttering, close to his climax. “ Ain’t never letting you go.” 

She sat up in the bed, still naked when Joe walked into the room dressed in his workout gear holding a bag of takeout food in one hand a styrofoam cup of orange juice. 

“I’m surprised, you’re up.” He said in a cocky tone, causing Kiyana to snort and roll her eyes. “I gotchu something to eat.” She thanked him and took the platter, doing a little happy dance when she saw he got her french toast - her absolute favorite. Kiyana noticed as she took her first bite that he didn’t have anything to eat. 

“Not hungry?” 

“I am.” He smirked, “just in the mood for something else.” He said, eyeing her hungrily as she set her food container to the side and removed the sheets off her body. 

“So, what you gon do about it?” She asked, smirking and cocking her head to the side. She let out a shriek/laugh when Joe pounced on her, attacking her neck with kisses. 

Josh sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his discarded phone on the floor. He didn’t even know how long he'd been sitting there. All he knew was that he was numb and he was hurt. Josh knew he didn’t have a right to be hurt, because he cheated first. But for Kiyana to run to Joe of all people? It stung, it stung a lot.

He reached down and snatched the phone off the floor, glaring at his lockscreen. The picture of him , Kiyana and their kids staring back up at him. They all looked happy, he remembered when he took that picture of the five of them. 

Josh had just picked up Kamari from school, Kaiden was sitting on Kiyana’s lap acting like the jealous baby boy because Kairo was getting ‘all the lovin from mommy.  Josh remembers just standing by the living room entrance just watching his little family and he knew then, he had to break things off with Shanté, he wasn’t willing to give up his family for her.  But that was then and this was now. He could forgive Kiyana if it was anybody else, but Joe? His couisn.. nah he didn't think he could forgive her for that.

Uh-oh, Kiki. We got company.” Joe chuckled as the bus pulled up to the back of the arena where the superstars entered. Kiyana stood from the couch and walked over to the window, letting out a sigh as Josh stood, leaning against the parking sign that had ‘Reserved for Roman/Joe Anoa’i’ written on it. He was angry, his jaw was clenched, arms crossed tight over his chest and he was muttering to himself. 

“You think he knows what we did?” 

“I know he knows.” Kiyana snapped her head over to look at Joe who had an indifferent look on his face. “He deserved Kiyana.” 

“Leati, what did you do?”  She scoffed, grabbing her bag and trying to walk off the bus but Joe grabbed her arm, stopping her. 

“Does it matter? “ He was confused as to why she was mad at him. “Y’alls marriage is over Kiyana.”  Kiyana narrowed her eyes at Joe and snatched her arm out of his grip. “He deserves to feel the hurt you felt.” Kiyana ignored him and stepped off the bus and stood face to face with Josh, who tried to move her out of the way. 

“Imma deal witcho’ ass in a minute.” He growled, lip curling in disgust as he looked at her. 

“Hey!” She yelled, “ Josh stop!” She exclaimed as she tried to block his way onto the bus. 

“No fuck that Kiyana!” He screamed back. “How could you Key? With him of all fuckin’ people? And y’all had the fuckin’ nerve to call me!” Kiyana reared back as if he slapped her. How could she? 

“How could I? No, how the fuck could you Joshua!” Kiyana was pissed off now. “You cheated on me, your wife first!” Joe called Josh while they were having sex?! She glared over at the bus where she could see Joe  looking at the two of them out of the window. 

“And I apologized!” He boomed back, bringing her attention back to him. “I apologized and we agreed we would work through it by going to therapy with Dr. Anderson.” Kiyana scoffed and shook her head. 

“That was until I found out you were planning on actually leaving me to be with her! I gave you everything! Gave up my career so I could stay home and raise our kids while you traveled all over the world! And you gave up twenty-three years for someone who has slept with multiple of your coworkers. You gave your family up for some slut.” 

“And you slept with my cousin so what does that make you?” 

Kiyana gaped at him and Joe decided it was time to intervene but  just like the day before ,Josh couldn’t control himself. He put all his weight into the punch, knocking Joe back into his bus, shaking it. 

“You supposed to be my family!” Josh wasn’t stopping until he hurt Joe. Not even when the arena security came over and tried to pull him off of Joe and when they pulled his arms behind his back cuffing him, Josh started stomping on Joe the best he could. 

As he was pulled away and placed in the cop car, he had his eyes on Kiyana the entire time, she wanted him to hurt, wanted him to feel the pain she felt, wanted him to feel like his heart was being ripped from his chest.. And she succeeded. 

About two hours later, Josh was finally released from jail, with a hefty fine and a 2 week suspension. He sighed as he saw Kiyana waiting for him. 

“Whatchu’ doin here Key?” He asked, rubbing his eyes. He was ready to go home. To get away from everybody and everything. 

“Just get in the car, Joshua. We have a plane to catch.”  Kiyana was already told about Josh’s suspension and took it upon herself to get all his stuff from his hotel room and surprisingly get him a ticket on the same flight she was on to go back to Pensacola. 

As they were driving to the airport, Josh couldn’t help but stare at Kiyana, his wife. His loving, caring, heart breaking wife. 

“How am I suppose to live without you Key?” He whispered and Kiyana cut her eyes over at him before looking back at the road. 

“I don’t know Josh.” She whispered back, “How am I supposed to live without you? How am I going to raise the boys without you living in the same house?” 

“I’m sorry Kiyana.” He said, not caring about the tears now falling down his face. “I fucked up so bad.”  

“I’m sorry too. About sleeping with Joe.” He winced and closed his eyes with a deep sigh. 

“I can’t live without you Kiyana. So I'm willing to forgive you and move on from this.”  Kiyana furrowed her eyebrows and pulled over to the emergency lane, putting on the hazard lights. 

“What Josh-” 

“I am willing to forget and forgive you if you never speak to Joe again.” He cut her off, finally looking over at her and meeting her eyes. “Can you do that?” 

Kiyana was confused as hell. In her mind the marriage was over, there was no coming back from both of their infidelity. He had an affair for four months and she slept with his cousin who he had considered a brother… She started to shake her head. 

“Josh we can’t” 

“Kiyana, please. I’ve been witchu’ all my life and I can’t, I can’t live without you so please.” She stared at him, mouth opening and closing as she tried to answer him. She could live her life without talking to Joe. It wouldn't be hard but she also knew how petty and vindictive her husband could be so,did she want to spend the rest of her life with him bringing up her sleeping with Joe everytime they had an argument? .. 

“Kiyana, please.”

Could she go back to living her life with Josh pretending they were this happy ass couple? 

Y'all know I love cliffhangers lmao.. WELP. This is it. The final chapter.

Once again I want to thank each and every single person who has showed love for this story. I will forever love you guys.

And don't forget, THE SEQUEL IS ON THE WAY!

Do y'all think Kiyana stays with Josh? And if she does will it be too hard for them to move past all of the infidelity?

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EPILOGUE | (l.norris)

summary: epilogue of Lan on Raya! What happened the last three years and another big question.

wordcount: 2.1k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: miscarriage, getting a dog

notes: someone requested this and I thought why not? Give me ideas in my inbox for specific things and maybe it won’t be the last time you hear from these two🫶🏼 it’s short, I’m sorry but I didn’t want to make it too big. comment your thoughts!

part one part two part three

It’s been three years since you met Lando, let’s see what happened.

In the beginning, it was hard for you two to see each other often, with Lando living in Monaco and you in London, you couldn’t just pop over, and with his job as well, Lando travels a lot, and with your job, you had to stay put in one place. So whenever he was in England for the MTC, he came over for a few days to spend with you and whenever you had free time, you would fly over to him or come with him for a race. The whole time you kept in touch via FaceTime or texting, there were weeks when you would see his family more often than you saw him.

Because of the vacation, you created a bond with his family, especially his sisters, and loved catching up with them, they would visit you in London a lot, Lando was always jealous, but you had to remind him, that it was his own decision to move to Monaco.

After a year of a long-distance relationship you decided to move together, temporarily.

Lando moved most of his stuff in your apartment, to see whether you could endure each other or not.

But you did. You could remember one specific evening where it was still fresh with the moving together and Max and Pietra came over. At some point, all of you were hammered and Max decided it was time for Mario Kart. While he and his girlfriend were playing against each other, you were screaming all sorts of advice to Pietra, while Lando hugged you tight to keep you from it. The whole day he had been touchy, squeezing your side and hiding his head behind your back, because he couldn’t stand to see Max driving into the wall for the fifth time. You wished someone had documented this moment, because of how sweet he had been, he was truly like one of these Pinterest boyfriends.

But it all worked out, and the temporary move in became a full move-in.

You two moved into a bigger apartment just half a year later, wanting more space.

That’s also where some negative events happened, just one and a half years into the relationship you got pregnant, it’s not like you planned it, it more or less, just happened.

You had a really bad cold and the doctor gave you medication which apparently messed with your birth control, so when your period didn’t come and you began to puke every morning, you got suspicious. You took a test when Lando was at the MTC, doing a few last tests, before the season started and when it came back positive, you almost fainted. This was not on your bingo card for the year, nor for the next year, after all, you only were in a relationship with Lando for a year and a half, not enough to become pregnant. You took two more tests and when there was no denying that a little human was growing in your stomach, you couldn’t wait for Lando to get home. You tried to call him and say you needed him back sooner but he was in the sim and important meetings where he was forced to switch off his phone.

Once he finally came through the door, you ran and hugged him tight, he had to promise you to not get mad, which he did, and when you told him, you‘ve never seen him react so slowly. At first, he couldn’t believe what you were saying, staring at you in disbelief, and when you repeated it twice he finally hugged you back. Obviously, it wasn’t planned, but he was still over the moon.

In the following weeks, Lando had been the sweetest boyfriend you could imagine, bringing you food, holding your hair and rubbing your back while you puked every morning, cuddling with you and stroking your belly every chance he got. After just one month of discovering your pregnancy, you woke up to really bad stomach cramps, Lando was lying asleep next to you when you saw that the bedsheet beneath you was completely red. You shook Lando awake and he rushed you to the hospital but there was nothing the doctors could’ve done, by the time you got there it was already too late.

The next few weeks have been rough, you barely talked, you barely touched or looked at each other. It was like living with a stranger, saying good morning and goodnight, maybe a nod when he asked you if you wanted to eat something, but other than that, you couldn’t. You felt super guilty for not being able to carry the life inside of you, Lando didn’t know about your thoughts but you had them and they weren’t pretty.

One afternoon Lando basically dragged you in his car and when you arrived, it was a therapist. The sessions had helped you, your mental health, and your relationship, after just one month it was like it never had happened. Not that you forgot about your little baby, but Lando and you talked again, you started to be intimate again, and it felt like it was back to normal. In the backyard of his parents, both of you planted a tree to remind your unborn child, you could see the tree grow like your child should have grown up, but that’s life.

Every day the burden got lighter, until you could fully let go.

The next year and a half was spent with so much love and light. Lando and you started to build a house, it’s something he always wanted to do and so you both got a lot near his parents, where the house was built. You moved in after a year and it was perfect, you were so damn grateful to have Lando by your side, without him you could never have the life you have now. You quit your job and started working at Quadrant, you were behind the scenes and did office stuff, keeping everything organized, that way you could travel with Lando to every race and not be unemployed since you were sure that the boss wouldn’t fire you. After all, you pleasured him nearly every night.

You still went on every Norris family holiday and his family loved you as much as you loved them. You were happy that you had such a good bond with them, whenever Lando was at the MTC and you were bored, you went to his parent's house, enjoying some drinks with Cisca.

All in all, you were the happiest girl in the world, you were sure. He was spoiling you whenever he wanted, buying you things where he would tell you, that he reminded him of you. That Louis Vuitton bag? It was your favorite color and he couldn’t wait to see you wearing it. Bringing you your favorite chocolate from the store, when he only wanted to get gas? He needed to because he knew that your period was due soon. But it was not all materialistic things he spoiled you with.

Kisses on your forehead? All. The. Time.

Needing a hug before every race? Yep.

Making sweet love to you? Every night.

He was addicted to your pussy, he had to be. He worshipped it, taking his time, whenever he went down on you (and it happened all the time).

The topic of kids was still on the table. He wanted to have some after he retired, but when you were pregnant, he was the happiest he‘d ever been. With that in mind, he wanted you to be pregnant soon, you tried to keep his head calm and remind him how hard it could be to become pregnant again after a miscarriage, and how scared you were after the experience. He understood that but still rooted for you to get pregnant.

”You would look so hot with a bump.“

”I can’t wait to talk to my child every day through your belly.“

”Y/N, I want to put a baby in you!“

”I need a mini Y/N and a mini Lando.“

”You‘d be the milf and I’d be the dilf.“

”Imagine them in a race suit and sitting in my car?“

”We could do a quadrant baby merch series!“

The list goes on and on. But he was right, he would be the hottest dilf in history.

Oh and the dog that you both got? Adorable! You got it shortly after you moved into your forever home, it was your favorite breed and you named the little brown dog mocha. He came with you to every race and followed you everywhere, even going to the toilet alone was becoming harder with the puppy needing you. You three went on long walks together through the forest, and when he got older Lando even took him jogging. Mocha wasn’t the happiest about running several miles but when he was with his dad, it didn’t matter. One of the funniest moments was when Lando made a custom LN4 dog bucket hat and sat Mocha in his car, the little dog didn’t know what was happening but he loved the attention he got, the people were taking pictures of him, talking to him and petting him and that was all he needed, but only when both of you were around. Mocha needed both of you, the amount of pictures Lando and you had on your phone of just Mocha and the other cuddling in the evening on the couch or some hotel bed, was insane.

But back to where you are right now, in your backyard. How did you get here? More to that in a second.

The house you both built was perfect, it was modern but homey. The high ceilings were paired with white walls and light wood-colored details, like the Kitchen that had a wood-colored work surface and the living room that had a wood-colored coffee table just like the TV wall. Lando and you loved designing it, taking your time to figure out what you really wanted. You had several guest rooms, that could be turned into kid's rooms, whenever you needed to, Lando built himself a gaming room and you both shared an office. In the basement was a billiard table and other fun things. The backyard was huge, a lot of trees were standing around the property and you loved it, just like Mocha. The little brown dog loved to run around and catch every ball you threw him.

And that was where you were standing right now, the backyard, it was already dark outside but the candles that were lit, made the place glow. You had been cooking dinner when you heard Mocha bark without stopping, in fear that he caught a squirrel again and Lando took it away from him, you made your way to the glass door, but seeing Lando standing surrounded by electric candles, wasn’t something you expected.

”Lando? What is this?“

”Come here, love.“

You stepped closer to where Lando was standing and slowly it dawned on you. While taking your hand, he started to speak.

”Y/N, I’ve known you for more than three years and I must admit, it had been the best years of my life.“

You chuckled.

”We had many ups and downs, but whatever it was, we got through it and it only made us stronger. We‘re already a family with Mocha…“

You looked at the dog that was circling you both, not knowing what was happening.

”…and I can’t wait to grow a bigger family with you. I love you so much, even with your sweatpants and my hoodie, socks that have holes in them, and messy hair. I’ve never seen a much more beautiful woman than you and I‘m so happy I went on Raya that day to get a quick fuck, who would’ve thought that I would find you, my soulmate. I love to play Mario Kart with you at two a.m., and I will braid your hair for the rest of your life, with a face mask in my face that does absolutely nothing, except steal your money. I‘m super thankful for you, for every race you join, how you’re not mad at me for putting a picture of you on the back of my helmet, directly in front of the camera, so everyone can see you while I‘m driving and that way you’re always with me, for every kiss… the list could go on and on, but you know this stuff. I need you in my life, and I will not let you go, so…“

He went down on one knee and now it was more than clear what was happening, with glossy eyes you followed Lando’s movements, as he pulled out a little box and opened it, before taking one of your hands in his‘ again, looking at you with a big smile and the same glossy eyes as you.

”Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?“

a/n: tell me your favorite dog breed in the comments

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[kyleoreillylover]

Chapter 4- Jealous

Series Summary/Masterlist

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warnings: wrestling related violence, manipulation, mentions of cheating (kinda??)

word count: 14, 722

Chapter Summary: Everything is going wonderfully, and you are on top of the world. No one can stop your reign, you and Jey are together, and it feel like no one can stop you or the Bloodline, and everything is perfect. That is, until Sami does what he does best, and sticks his head where he doesn't belong, by trying to join the Bloodline. You try to scare him away, but it doesn't work. Tensions rise between him and Jey almost immediately, and you feel caught in the middle. Roman makes you the one to get them along. But it inadvertently almost costs him the stability of the Bloodline.

a/n: not my best work, but I hope ya'll don't mind. Hope ya'll enjoy!!

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uceyjucey: the bloodline coming to yo city👆

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user: the pretty privilege these two have is killing me

user: cutest couple ever

user: I'm in love with both of them

↳user: did they ever confirm their relationship to the public tho?

↳user: baby, look at them, and then stop asking stupid fucking questions.

y/n: photo creds for my fav person to take pics of ;)

↳uceyjucey: I better be your fav person period. 😒

↳y/n: lemme drive the car and then you will be <3

↳uceyjucey: anything for you ♥️

↳jimmyuso: oh hell naw I aint' agree to a death ride

↳uceyjucey: shut up we aint gotta ask you

↳y/n: exactly, stay in your place jimmy.

↳user: do we need anymore proof??? or ya'll still need them to confirm it?

APRIL 2022

The arena was bustling with excitement and nerves as Friday Night Smackdown was about to begin. Staff were prepping for script changes, wrestlers were getting ready for their segments, cameras were positioned strategically to capture every moment, and the crowd buzzed with anticipation.

Kayla Braxton was standing outside, cameras following her and mic in hand as the show started, and she waited as an SUV pulled up to the arena's entrance. Flashing lights from cameras greeted the opening car door as it parked, and a crew member quickly opened the door.

Out stepped you from the drivers seat, clad in a black tank top and a sleek black leather jacket, adorned with the Raw Women's Championship around your waist.

You smirked as you moved to the other side of the car and opened the passenger door. Jey emerged, looking every bit as confident as you did, with a smiling Jimmy in tow with him, the tag team titles around your waists. Then Paul, and, the crowd's excitement escalated as the reigning Universal Champion, Roman Reigns, stepped out from the back seat.

You smirked from next to Roman at Kayla as you made your way towards her, the camera crew capturing every move. Confidence, glamour, and power exuded from you as you approached Kayla. Kayla smiled as the four of you passed her, holding the mic towards you all, your Raw Women's Championship catching the glint of the spotlight.

"Bloodline, an explosive Wrestlemania for the 4 of you. After all of you retained your gold, Roman against Brock, Y/N against Shayna, and The Usos against Nakumara and Boogs, what's next for the Bloodline on Smackdown tonight?"

Roman paused for a moment, his piercing gaze fixed on Kayla before he took the microphone from her hand. The arena hushed in anticipation as the Tribal Chief prepared to address the question.

"What's next for the Bloodline?" Roman repeated, his voice oozing authority. "What's next is dominance, Kayla. We did what we said we'd do at Wrestelmania, and that is solidify our dominance over this entire company. The Universal Championship, the Raw Women's Championship, and the Tag Team Titles—all held by the Bloodline. That's not just gold; it's power. And tonight, SmackDown will witness the continuation of our reign."

Kayla nodded at Roman's words, the atmosphere heavy with the weight of the Bloodline's presence. She then turned her attention to you, the Raw Women's Champion.

"And Y/N, after a brutal match against Shayna Baszler at WrestleMania, what's your mindset coming into SmackDown?"

You took the mic from Kayla, a confident smirk playing on your lips. The arena was filled with a mix of cheers and boos, a testament to the polarizing effect of your allegiance to the Tribal Chief.

"My mindset, Kayla?" you responded, your voice steady.

"It's simple. I'm here to dominate. Shayna threw everything she had at me, but I'm still standing here with this championship around my waist. The darkness within me is stronger than ever, and tonight, I'll prove that I'm not just a champion, I'm not just the princess of pain; I'm the queen of this division.

And Shayna thought that she could break me like Ronda tried to break me, but all she did was fuel the fire within. And the only way she's gonna get another shot at this title, is if she wins the 4 way match tonight. But trust me, I'm not planning on letting go of this gold anytime soon."

Shayna had thought you were still the same women who Ronda beat 2 years ago, and thought it would be a cakewalk to take your title from you. But you quickly proved her wrong when you fought her in a street fight and made her pass out in her own hold and regret underestimating you.

The scars from that match still adorned your body, but they were badges of honor, that not only marked your resilience but also sent a message to the entire Women's Division that you have been sending for the past 2 years—that you are willing to break anyone who stands in your way.

You laughed, a confident and almost menacing tone to it, as if daring anyone to challenge your reign, and Kayla shifted her focus to Jey and Jimmy, the Tag Team Champions, who stood beside you with smirks mirroring your own.

"And what about The Usos?" Kayla inquired. "What's next for the Tag Team Champions?"

Jey took the mic, his voice filled with the same confidence that you had. "You know, Kayla, it's like this. We're the best tag team in the world, and them titles around our waists ain't going anywhere. We proved it at WrestleMania, and we'll keep proving it. Ain't nobody gonna take these titles from us." Jey finished by wrapping an arm around your shoulder, making you automatically lean into his side, a small smile playing on your lips.

Jimmy nodded in agreement, a smirk playing on his face. "That's right. We're here to dominate the tag team division. Ain't no team stepping up to the Bloodline and coming out on top. We're family, and that bond makes us unstoppable."

Kayla nodded, turning back to Roman. "And Roman, Drew Mycintire has made it clear that he wants another shot at the Universal Championship. What are your thoughts on that?"

Roman chuckled, a low and menacing sound. "Drew McIntyre wants another shot, huh?"

He shook his head with a smirk. "Drew, you had your chance, and you failed. This is the Bloodline's era, and I'm not wasting my time on someone who couldn't get the job done the first time. If he wants another shot, he needs to prove himself. Maybe he can start by going through Jey here." Roman gestured towards Jey, who nodded in agreement.

Jey stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the camera. "Drew, if you want a shot at the Universal Championship, you gotta go through me first. And I promise you, it won't be an easy task."

Jimmy chimed in, "And even if you manage to get through Jey, I'll be waiting for you. Y/N will be waiting for you. Roman will be waiting for you. The Head of the Table doesn't waste his time on anyone who doesn't deserve it."

You leaned in, the Raw Women's Championship glinting in the arena lights, as you added your final words. "So, Drew, Shayna, if you guys want to have another shot at our titles, try to fracture our dominance, just know that you'll have to go through each one of us before you even get close."

Roman paused before continuing, a smirk on his face. " Good luck tonight, cause wherever the Bloodline goes, goes, gold follows, and we don't plan on letting go anytime soon."

With those final words, you flipped your curly hair and joined the boys and Paul in leaving Kayla, who watched as the 4 of you walked away with an air of dominance and confidence.

You were on top of the world, as you had been for the past 2 years. Women have tried to dethrone you, but none succeeded. Kevin was finally no longer a thorn in your side as he had gone to do his own thing on Raw, and you were glad for that. You wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but you missed him, and were glad when his feud with Roman ended, not wanting him to keep getting hurt. But you now had The Bloodline, who you trusted and knew wouldn’t stab you in the back, unlike him.

You were the epitome of dominance, the queen of the division, and with the Bloodline by your side, there seemed to be no end to your reign, and nothing was gonna stop that.

Yet there was a certain someone watching you on the screen that would beg to differ.

It was Sami Zayn, who was trying to become the number one contender for the universal Championship.

"How dare Drew try to take my spot?" Sami angrily muttered to himself. But then a lightbulb went off in his head, and an idea quickly formed If he couldn't beat Drew directly, maybe he could indirectly influence the outcome, and in the process, get his best friend back.

You sucked in a breath as Jey pressed the cold ice pack onto your rib, pushing it when you tried to move away.

You were still hurting from your match with Shayna, and despite you claiming you were fine, Jey insisted on taking care of you. Roman and Paul were talking amongst themselves, while Jimmy was talking to Trinity on the phone, and you and Jey were sitting in the cor ner of the locker room.

“You’re taking it easy tonight.” It wasn’t a question, it was a demand from Jey, his voice firm. You rolled your eyes but winced at the movement.

"Fine, Nurse Jey," you teased, earning a playful glare from him. He continued to apply the ice pack, his touch gentle despite the playful banter.

“I’m serious, Y/N. No getting physically involved with Drew or any of the women. I don’t want you getting hurt any more than you already are,” Jey said, his tone firm and protective.

You sighed, recognizing the concern in his eyes. “But I know Drew is gonna already be mad and take it out on you. I can’t just stand there and watch.”

“I said no.” You opened your mouth to protest but Jey cut you off with a stern look. “Baby, you gotta listen to me on this. We got this handled. Roman is dealing with Drew, and Jimmy and I will take care of anyone else. You need to focus on healing up.”

You huffed, not entirely happy with the decision, but you knew Jey had a point. You leaned back, wincing slightly as you adjusted your position.

“Alright, Nurse Jey. I'll behave tonight.” You gave him a half-smile, acknowledging his concern.

“Good.” Jey finally seemed satisfied, setting the ice pack aside. He then leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I just don’t like seeing you hurt. I’m sorry if I gave you some lip. I just don't want you getting yourself hurt."

You softened at Jey's words, the protective side of him always managing to melt your defenses. "I know, Jey. And I appreciate it. I just don't want anyone to hurt you." You leaned in and kissed him softly, a gesture of reassurance.

Jey chuckled into the kiss, the tension in the air dissipating. "I can take care of myself, princess." He mumbled against your lips as he pulled away.

"I know you can," you replied with a playful grin. "But it doesn't hurt to have a little extra protection."

Jey raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Extra protection, huh? I like the sound of that."

You playfully swatted his chest. "Not like that, dumbass. I meant keeping your hot headedness in check.

Jey rolled his eyes playfully, but brought you into another quick kiss. "I can't promise to tone down the hot-headedness, but I'll try to be careful for you."

You smiled, appreciating the compromise. "That's all I ask."

Jey smirked, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Can't wait to see yo fine ass on commentary, tonight. This top is gonna be the death of me."

You chuckled, feeling the warmth of Jey's playful banter. "Maybe I should start my own commentary on your matches. 'And here we have Jey Uso, looking all fine as he kicks some ass in the ring.'"

Jey laughed, a genuine and carefree sound. "You'd make a great commentator, princess. Better than those clowns on TV."

You grinned, enjoying the lighthearted moment before the intensity of the night's events. "Well, maybe I'll consider it after I retire from in-ring action."

Jey nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Be at commentary for my match too, not just the ladies?" His voice was soft, a hint of vulnerability beneath the playful tone.

"Of course, Jey," you replied sincerely, meeting his gaze. "I'll be there for your match too. Cheering you on from the commentary table."

Jey's smile widened, a genuine appreciation in his eyes. "That's all I need, princess."

"Are you lovebirds finally done with your little chat?" Roman's deep voice interrupted, a smirk playing on his lips as he entered the conversation.

Jey rolled his eyes at Roman's teasing. "Just making sure she doesn't get involved where she shouldn't."

Roman chuckled, his gaze shifting to you. "He's right. Don't get involved physically, Y/N. Drew is expecting that. Mind games are more effective. Let him get frustrated, and we'll handle the rest in the ring."

"Yeah, lovebirds. Listen to him." Jimmy smirked as he joined the conversation. You rolled your eyes at his teasing. "Says the person who was just talking to Trinity on the phone," you retorted, earning a playful glare from Jimmy.

"Alright, Alright." Roman interrupted the banter, standing up and stretching. The atmephosre immediately turned serious. You hopped off the bench, feeling a bit more refreshed after the ice treatment.

"Let's get ready," Roman declared, his authoritative tone taking over. "Y/N, remember what we talked about. Jey, Jimmy, be on the lookout for any interference. We don't want any surprises tonight."

The three of you nodded in unison, and you dapped Jimmy and Roman up, and when you did the same with Jey you intertwined your fingers and brought him into a quick but reassuring kiss. "See you guys later." You smiled at them before heading towards the gorilla position, where you'd make your entrance for the night and make sure Shayna didn't win.

The arena was buzzing with energy as your music hit, and you walked out with the Raw Women's Championship draped over your shoulder, the crowd's cheers and boos echoing through the arena.

You mockingly blew kisses at the fans as you waved at Shayna, Rhea, Sonya and Liv. Liv was the only one to wave back, the others maintained a stern expression. Shayna glared at you, screaming about how she was gonna beat them and take your title.

You made your way to commentary, smirking as you settled into the commentary chair, slipping on the headset. Michael Cole greeted you with a professional smile.

"Welcome, Y/N, It's great to have you here on commentary tonight," Michael Cole said, his voice carrying through the arena's sound system. "Who here would you want to face and defend your title against?"

"Well it's definelty not against someone like Shayna Baszler again," you responded with a confident smirk. "I've already proven that I can handle her. As for who's next, well, I'm open to challenges. Anyone who thinks they can step up to the queen and take this championship, feel free to try."

You made sure to keep an eye out for anyone else, you weren't stupid, you knew where Shayna was Ronda was likely not far behind, and you were tired of facing them.

So, you waited for the perfect time. When you saw Shayna was about to steal the victory on Sonya cause Liv and Rhea were too focused on each other to notice.

That's when you decided to make your move and disqualify everyone from the match. None of them would get a clean win, and you'd walk away with your title still intact and not have to defend it from them.

Standing up from the commentary table, you grabbed the Raw Women's Championship, a wicked grin on your face that fell when seemingly out of nowhere, Drew stood in front of you, a smirk on his face as you glared at him.

"Move." You snarled at him, trying to move past him, but he held his ground, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Not so fast, Y/N," Drew said, his tone taunting. "I saw what you were planning. Trying to save your title by getting everyone disqualified? That's not how a true champion operates."

You scowled at Drew, frustration building up. "Stay out of my business, McIntyre. This doesn't concern you."

Drew chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. "Oh, it concerns me, all right. Cause earlier Roman said I have to go through all members of the Bloodline if I want another shot at the Universal Championship. And well, starting with you seems like a good idea."

You gritted your teeth, annoyed at Drew's interference. Time was ticking, and you needed to act fast to salvage your plan. Before Drew could react, you swung the Raw Women's Championship, aiming for his head. However, he ducked just in time, and the title belt collided with the steel ring post, creating a loud clang.

You tried to capitalize off your distraction and go to the ring but Drew was quick to grab your arm, pulling you back. It wasn't enough to hurt, Drew wouldn't injure you on purpose, but it was a firm grip to keep you from escaping.

"Let go of me, McIntyre!" You growled, struggling against his hold. Your frustration grew as your plan unraveled.

Drew smirked, enjoying the control he had over the situation. "Make me."

The two of you were so caught up in your struggle that neither of you noticed Ronda slipping inside the ring from the back and holding Shayna's feet on the ropes as she pinned Sonya, the ref not noticing her interference.

The bell ringing made you and Drew turn to the ropes to see Shayna and Ronda out of the ring and laughing gleefully at the win. Your frustration reached its peak as you realized your plan had not only failed but backfired spectacularly, and it was all Drew's fault. God, why couldn't Ronda and Shayna just leave you alone?

As Shayna and Ronda gloated outside the ring, Drew released his grip on you, a satisfied smirk on his face. You shot him a furious glare, your initial plan of costing everyone the match so you wouldn't have to deal with the 2 of them ompletely foiled.

"You might want to focus on your own problems, Y/N," Drew taunted, pointing to your belt that laid on the ground, a visible dent on one side from its collision with the ring post.

You seethed with anger, feeling the frustration boiling inside you. Drew had not only disrupted your plan but also humiliated you in the process.

You screamed in anger, slamming your fist against the barricade as you watched Shayna and Ronda celebrate their underhanded victory. "Jey is gonna destroy you!" You yelled at Drew, who was leaned against the ring apron, a smug expression on his face.

Drew laughed, seemingly unfazed by your threat. "Let him try. I'm not afraid of the Bloodline. And as for you, Y/N, take this as a warning to not concern yourself in in my business with Roman like you have done with his other competitors. Cause I'm not like other challengers. I won't let anyone interfere in my quest for the Universal Championship."

You shot Drew a venomous look but decided against engaging in any further confrontation. He was twice your size, and a direct physical altercation wouldn't end well, especially with your current state after the match with Shayna.

With a final glare, you picked up your dented Raw Women's Championship, ignoring Drew's lingering presence, and made your way backstage.

The anger and frustration lingered, simmering beneath the surface as you walked through the backstage area. You slammed locker room doors, your mind racing with thoughts of revenge and payback.

"Asshole." You yelled out as you slammed open the locker room door, not looking at the guys and pacing angrily.

"Did you see what that idiot did to me!" You bellowed out, dropping your title on the table. You still hadn't looked up, still too deep into your frustration. "He messed up everything, and now Shayna and Ronda are celebrating a win they didn't earn!"

You kicked the chair in frustration, sitting down on the bench with a huff and running your hands across your face. "And then he damaged my title! Then he had the nerve to give me a warning about staying out of his business with Roman! Can you believe that?"

You were handed a water bottle and, you took it and took a long swig, the cool liquid doing little to ease the fire of anger burning within you as you finally looked up.

"Thank you Sami- Sami!?" You choked on your drink as you saw Sami standing in the locker room, Roman, Jimmy, and Jey sitting there, their faces also a mix of confusion.

But Jey's also had a hint of anger as he stared at Sami, who was standing with a mischevious grin, but also scared look in his eyes, like he didn't know whether you were gonna beat his ass or not, but he was willing to take the risk anyways.

"What is he doing here?" You turned to Roman, who was sitting with a raised eyebrow, his gaze shifting between you and Sami. Sami, sensing the tension in the room, cleared his throat nervously.

"I came here to acknowledge the Tribal Chief, and acknowledge his position as the Head of the Table," Sami declared, attempting to sound formal but failing miserably under the intense scrutiny of the Bloodline.

Roman leaned back, his expression unreadable. "Is that so?"

Sami nodded, still trying to maintain a composed demeanor. "Yes, and I wanted to propose a truce. A collaboration, if you will."

You couldn't help but scoff at Sami's audacity. "Umm, did I suddenly fall and hit my head? Is this some kind of alternate universe of delusionalness that Sami is living in?"

You stood up and glared at Sami, your frustration with the earlier events now directed at the unexpected presence of the master stragestist and your former best friend.

Roman held up a hand, signaling for you to calm down. You huffed at him, but Jey grabbed you and sat you on his lap before you would do something you would regret later.

"Explain yourself, Sami," Roman demanded, his gaze piercing through Sami's attempts at diplomacy.

Sami shifted nervously, realizing the need to provide a convincing explanation. "Well, it's simple. Drew has been a thorn in my side, and I know he's coming after Roman. My reputation has been blown because of Drew these past few weeks, and everyone thinks I'm scared of him but I'm not!

And I know he's w he's coming after Roman. If we take him down together, it benefits both of us. I get rid of Drew, and you maintain your dominance. Plus, I can help you deal with any other nuisances that might come your way, such as R-Kbro. You didn't hear it from me, but they are planning on taking the tag titles from the uses and unifying them, and if you ask me, they are the most undeserving self centered pieces of shit ever."

Roman raised an eyebrow, considering Sami's proposal. "And what do you get out of this, Sami?"

You scoffed, but Jey tightened his grip on you, silently signaling for you to let Roman handle the situation.

Sami's eyes darted between Roman and you, his confidence wavering. "Well, besides getting rid of Drew, I was hoping we could, you know, rekindle our friendship. I've realized the value of having powerful allies, and I think being on good terms with the Bloodline could open up new opportunities for me."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. The past 2 years you had spent building your own empire within the Women's Division, and had to make the difficult decision to leave Sami behind.

And now he was here, acting like the past didn't matter, proposing a truce and pretending like everything could go back to how it was. Was he planning revenge on you for abandoning your friendship, or was this just another one of his schemes?

Roman's gaze remained fixed on Sami, a thoughtful expression on his face. After a moment of silence, he leaned forward, his voice low and authoritative. "And you would take out Drew for us? Just like that?"

Sami nodded eagerly, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "Yes, exactly! I know his weaknesses, his strategies. I can be an asset to the Bloodline in taking him down."

Roman leaned back, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Interesting proposition, Sami. But let me make one thing clear. We don't need anyone's help to handle our business. If we decide to take down Drew, it'll be on our terms, not because we need you."

Sami swallowed nervously, sensing the skepticism in the room. "I understand, Roman. I just thought it could be a mutually beneficial arrangement." Sami's eyes went to you at the last line, a hint of sadness and regret in his gaze. Jey glared at Sami when he looked at you, his protective instincts kicking in.

"Mutually beneficial my ass. You're just trying to save your own skin, dumbass." Jey spat at Sami, jealousy and annoyance evident in his tone. Damn, you could feel the tension between them rising, and they barely even had any interaction. Sami shifted uncomfortably under Jey's intense gaze.

"Yo, Jey chill out." Jimmy interjected, trying to diffuse the growing tension.

Roman raised a hand, signaling for everyone to calm down. "Enough, all of you." The room went silent, and Roman's gaze shifted between you, Jey, Jimmy, and Sami. "Sami, we'll consider your proposal. But don't think for a moment that you're indispensable. We've handled our business just fine without you."

Sami nodded, looking relieved that Roman didn't outright reject his proposition. "Thank you so much for considering Roman! I just want a fair chance to prove myself to you," His eyes shifted to you, and sadness filled them when he saw Jey rubbing your back soothingly. "And to her."

Jey glared at Sami, but before he could say anything, Roman spoke again. "We'll let you know, Sami. Now, leave us."

Sami nodded and quickly exited the locker room, leaving you, Jey, Jimmy, and Roman in a tense silence. Roman broke the silence with a sigh.

"Say what you want to say, Y/N." Roman knew you were dying to express your thoughts on Sami's unexpected appearance and proposition.

You took a deep breath, your frustration still lingering, but you knew this wasn't the time to let it out on Roman or anyone else in the room. "Roman, are you seriously considering teaming up with him? After everything he did?"

Roman leaned back, his expression serious. "I'm considering all options, Y/N. Sami might be a snake, but if he can help us take down Drew and further solidify our dominance, I'll use him for that purpose. We don't need to trust him, but we can use him to our advantage."

You huffed in frustration, not entirely satisfied with Roman's response. Jey's grip on you tightened, a silent reassurance that he had your back.

"I don't like it either, Y/N, but if it helps us deal with Drew, then it's worth considering," Jimmy chimed in, his voice calm but firm. He was always the peacemaker of the group, trying to find common ground. "We'll keep an eye on Sami. If he tries anything, we shut him down. Simple as that."

You shot Jimmy a look, still unconvinced. "He's just gonna stab me in the back the first chance he get's. He wants to get revenge on me for leaving him behind." You didn't let yourself believe anything else. You knew Sami was very forgiving, but you couldn't get caught up in past sentiments. You had built your own path, and Sami's sudden return threatened the stability you had achieved.

Roman nodded, understanding the concerns. "We'll be cautious, Y/N. No one gets a free pass, especially not someone like Sami. But for now, our focus is on dealing with Drew and maintaining our dominance on SmackDown."

Jey finally spoke up, his voice a low growl. "If Sami tries anything against you, he's gonna have to deal with me." You moved off of his lap and sat beside him, seeing the angry look on his face. "I saw the way his dumbass was looking at

you. I shoulda beat his ass."

"Jey," Roman interrupted, sensing Jey's hot headed side about to get the best of him. He didn't need any uncessary fights. He needed Jey to focus on taking out Drew. "We handle things strategically. Tonight, you focus on Drew, not Sami. Get ready for your match. And Y/N, keep an eye on Sami. We don't trust him, but if he can be useful against Drew, we'll use him."

You internally scowled at Roman's decision, but you knew better than to argue further. The Bloodline always had a plan, and you had to trust Roman's leadership.

"Fine," you replied, your tone still tinged with frustration.

"Good." Roman clasped his hands together, the air in the locker room heavy with the weight of the upcoming battles. "Let's focus on tonight. Jey, handle Drew. Y/N, stay vigilant with Sami. We'll deal with each challenge as it comes. This is our show, and no one gets in the way of the Bloodline."

The intensity of Roman's words resonated in the locker room. Jey nodded, a determined look in his eyes. Jimmy chimed in with a supportive nod. You sighed, reluctantly accepting the plan, but your mind was already racing with thoughts of Sami and the potential risks he brought to the Bloodline.

"Good luck, baby." You turned to Jey and gave him a good luckkiss, the lingering frustration momentarily replaced by a mixture of concern and affection. Jey smiled, appreciating the support, and then stood up, ready to face Drew in the upcoming match.

You ran your hand over your face and let out a groan when everyone dispersed. You know what? You were gonna take care of this Sami problem before it even became a problem. You stood up, heading towards the door with determination in your steps. The arena was still buzzing with the aftermath of the chaotic match, but you had your sights set on finding Sami.

As you walked through the backstage area, the anger and frustration that had been building up since your failed plan and the unexpected encounter with Sami continued to fuel your determination. Spotting Sami in the corridor, you quickened your pace, the clacking of your boots echoing through the hallway. Sami turned around, a surprised look on his face, realizing that you were heading straight towards him.

"Y/N, hey!" Sami greeted, attempting to sound casual, but the nervousness in his eyes betrayed his facade.

You stopped in front of him, your expression stern. "Sami, we need to talk."

Sami gulped, glancing around as if searching for an escape route. He knew a slap was probably coming. "Talk? About what?"

You took him by the arm and pulled him into an empty room, shutting the door behind you. The atmosphere in the room became tense as you crossed your arms, fixing Sami with an intense gaze. "Just get it over with."

Sami shot you a confused look. "Get what over with?"

You rolled your eyes, losing patience. "The whole 'rekindling our friendship' act, Sami. If you wanted to get revenge, you should have just said it outright. Don't play games with me."

"I'm not playing any games." Sami shot back at you defensively, his eyes wide with genuine surprise. "Why would I try to get revenge on you?"

Your eyes narrowed at Sami, skepticism evident in your expression. "You're telling me that after all these years, you suddenly want to be friends again just out of the blue? After I left you behind? And you conveniently when you need something from the Bloodline?"

Sami sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Y/N, I get it. I messed up when you left, and I went down a different path. But I've realized that I need powerful allies, and the Bloodline is the most dominant force in the WWE, and if aligning with them also means being best friends with you again, then so be it."

You scoffed, finding it hard to believe Sami's sudden change of heart. If you were him, you wouldhave a hard time trusting someone who had left you behind for their own ambitions. "I don't buy it, Sami. You're not fooling anyone with this act. What's your real game here?"

Sami sighed again, frustration evident in his expression. "I told you, I'm not playing any games. I need the Bloodline's help to deal with Drew, and if it means mending our friendship, then fine. But there's no hidden agenda here."

You remained skeptical, the tension in the room palpable. His soft voice was threading to break your resolute stance. You needed to believe that Sami just wanted to get revenge, cause if you didn't that would jeopardize the stability you had worked hard to achieve within the Bloodline.

"Look, Y/N," Sami continued, his tone sincere. I get why you left, I really do, and I don't fault you for it. But ever since you did, I've lost matches, opportunities, and respect. I don't want revenge on you; I just want a chance to make things right and maybe, just maybe, be a part of something powerful again."

You stared at Sami, conflicted emotions swirling within you. The past memories of your friendship with Sami clashed with the skepticism born out of the betrayals you experienced. Could it be possible he actually forgave you for your rightful wrongdoings?

You didn't answer him, and Sami sighed, licking his lips nervously. "Look, I miss my reputation being intact, but I also miss you. And I know you missed me too."

You glowered at him. "I do not miss you."

Sami raised an eyebrow at you, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Then why are you here, listening to what I have to say?" he asked, a confident yet desperate glint in his eyes. "Why did you drag me in here and let me plead my case if you don't care at all?"

The room fell into a heavy silence, tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Sami's gaze bore into you, searching for any sign of vulnerability, while you grappled with conflicting emotions.

You thought of something you could say to rebut his plea, something that would assert your strength and independence. But for the first time in a long time, you were speechless.

Sami leaned back, his confident demeanor faltering as he waited for your response. The room seemed to close in around you, amplifying the intensity of the moment. Finally, you broke the silence, your voice measured and cold.

"I am not here for you, Sami. I am not even here for myself," you declared, your eyes narrowing. "I am here for Roman, and that's the truth."

Sami's eyes widened in a mix of frustration and realization. He leaned forward, placing his hands on the table, attempting to regain control of the situation. "And what did he tell you?"

Sami drummed his fingers impatiently on the table, his gaze piercing through you. "He told you that he could use me to hurt Drew and then he could discard me like the trash he thinks I am right? But you don't want me to get hurt, which is why you are trying to stop me from even aligning with the Bloodline."

Damn him and his ability to read you like a book.

You remained composed, refusing to let his words shake you. Instead of denying his words, you set your hands on top of his on the table, holding them firmly to stop his agitated drumming.

Your eyes locked in a heated stare down, your hands were burning with each others touches, and you let out a calm exhale before responding. "Stay away from the Bloodline, Sami."

Sami just gave you a wry smile, his eyes still searching yours for any signs of weakness. He slowly pulled his hands away from yours, maintaining eye contact. "I can stay away from them, but I can't stay away from you." He bit his lower lip, a mix of frustration and longing in his eyes.

You scoffed at his declaration, disentangling your hands from his. "Don't mistake my concern for weakness, Sami. This isn't about you and me. It's about protecting what matters to me, and that includes Roman."

Sami leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression replacing the frustration on his face. "You know, deep down, you still care about me. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here, trying to convince me to stay away from the Bloodline. And you know I care about you too."

Your patience was wearing thin. "Goodbye, Sami. If I were you, I would realize that my loyalty lies with Roman, not with the shadows of our past."

That was a lie, but you needed to assert your allegiance to Roman, even if it meant distorting the truth. Sami's gaze lingered on you for a moment, and you could sense the internal struggle within him. As you turned to leave, he spoke in a softer tone, devoid of the usual confidence.

"Ronda and Shayna are planning to attack you in 5 minutes in the B-Hallway. Be careful."

You halted in your tracks, your back still turned to Sami. A mixture of surprise and suspicion crossed your face. "Why are you telling me this?"

Sami sighed, his tone genuine. "I told you, I care about you. I overheard them talking, and I couldn't let them catch you off guard. I don't want to see you get hurt."

He stood up and grabbed something from next to him, and tossed you an ice pack from a small cooler, and then a kendo stick. "Just in case," he added. "I know you never back down from a fight."

You caught the ice pack and kendo stick with a reflex honed through years of combat. Despite the situation, a small part of you acknowledged Sami's concern.

As you turned to face him, you questioned, "Why didn't you just let them get the drop on me? I just yelled at you, didn't I? It's not like you owe me anything."

Sami's expression softened, and he ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit of his. "Because even if you hurt me, I'll take the pain if it means keeping you safe. Call it whatever you want, but that's the truth."

You hesitated, the conflicting emotions resurfacing as your hand tightened around the ice pack. Sami's words echoed in your mind, and for a moment, you saw a vulnerability in him that you hadn't expected. The past rushed back, the shared history and the complicated emotions.

Your eyes landed on the TV behind you, which was showing Drew attacking Jey after Jey lost the match. Your eyes went back to Sami, and despite your brain telling you to just leave and not trust him, there was a flicker of doubt in your heart.

"Go help him." Your words made Sami freeze for a moment, surprise evident on his face. You nodded toward the TV, where Drew was beating Jey to a pulp. "Grab that other kendo stick, take out Drew, and get your reputation back."

Sami studied your expression, searching for any deception or hidden agenda. After a tense moment, he nodded, a mix of gratitude and determination in his eyes. "Thank you."

You nodded in acknowledgment, and knew if you smiled at him you would be betraying the stoic facade you worked so hard to maintain. "Don't mention it."

With that, you turned on your heel and left the room, leaving Sami to his thoughts and the impending confrontation with Drew.

God, what did you just do? You didn't have time to dwell on it, cause you saw Ronda rounding the corner, and accompanied by Shayna.

You tightened your grip on the kendo stick, focusing on the immediate threat in front of you, and when they approached, went to town on beating their asses.

Damn Sami and his kindess, was the last thought you had before the chaotic brawl consumed you. He makes it so hard to hate him.

But you would try your hardest to pretend like you did, not just to protect yourself, but also to protect him.

Over the next couple of months, Sami had been trying everything to get accepted into the Bloodline, but you remained steadfast in keeping him at a distance.

Jimmy liked Sami- he thought he was funny and charismatic. Roman wouldn't admit it, but he appreciated Sami's skills in the ring and knew Sami was growing on him. Solo, the new edition to the group who instantly clicked with you and took a liking to you and saw you as a sister- liked Sami. A lot.

Even Paul was secretly amused by Sami's persistent attempts to join the Bloodline. Despite their initial rejection, Sami had managed to secure matches against common adversaries, and his performances were impressive.

But the only people that didn't accept him were you and Jey. Everyone knew you and Sami's relationship was strained, and weren't surprised when you continued to resist his attempts to be part of the Bloodline. Jey, on the other hand, had his own reasons for holding a grudge against Sami.

He was jealous. Point blank and simple. Jey couldn't stand the idea of Sami, someone from your past, trying to weasel his way into the tight-knit circle of the Bloodline. He didn't like someone trying to get into HIS FAMILY. And he didn't like someone pushing up on HIS GIRL.

Everyone could see the chemistry between you and Sami, even if you tried to keep him at a distance. When you guys had tag matches together, it was undeniable that you two moved with a synchronicity that spoke of years of partnership.

Sami took hits for all the members of the Bloodline, but it was no secret he took the most hits for you from the women. Whenever you were backstage, Sami would be there, offering you a bottle of water or a supportive pat on the back.

Then Jey would glare at him from a distance, clenching his fists in frustration. He would tell those stupid jokes that made the rest of his family break character, and he would see you try not to laugh.

It bothered Jey to no end that Sami could make you smile, could break through your tough exterior even after everything that happened in the past. That should be him making you laugh, he thought. That should be him offering you support and being by your side.

You would reassure Jey that there was nothing between you and Sami, that it was all in the past, that you guys were friends and nothing more in the past, but Jey couldn't shake off the jealousy that gnawed at him. He knew you wouldn't try anything, but he couldn't ignore the undeniable connection between you and Sami. It fueled his resentment and made him act out in ways that even surprised himself.

It all came to a head one night during a promo where you, Roman, Jimmy, Jey, Paul, Sami and Solo were in the ring, and Roman finally decided to address the elephant in the room. The tension was palpable as Roman stared at Sami, his gaze unwavering.

"Let's address the obvious," Roman began, his voice commanding attention. "Sami, you've been persistent in trying to join the Bloodline. You've proven yourself in the ring, and some members of this family seem to have warmed up to you." Roman's eyes flickered toward Jimmy and Solo, acknowledging their sentiments. "But there are others who aren't so sure."

He turned to you, and for a moment, his stern expression softened. "Y/N, Jey, Sami, you guys are each gonna say your piece, and then we'll decide."

The spotlight shifted to you first. You licked your lips, gathering your thoughts for the impending revelation. The atmosphere in the ring was thick with anticipation as all eyes focused on you.

"Sami," you began, your voice measured but firm. "I've known you for a long time, and our history is complicated. You've made choices that hurt me, choices I can't forget. But," you paused, locking eyes with Sami, "I also can't deny the times you've had my back, especially recently."

Jey shot you a sharp look, his jaw clenched. You continued,"I won't pretend that there's no bond between us. We've been through too much together. However, my loyalty lies with Roman and the Bloodline. And if Roman think you are worthy to be a part of this family, I'll respect his decision. But," you emphasized, "if you ever betray us, Sami, you won't get a second chance."

Sami nodded, understanding the weight of your words. You could feel Jey's glare on you, and you gave him a stern look, silently conveying that you were doing what you believed was right for the family.

The spotlight shifted to Sami, who took a deep breath before speaking. "So uh, I'll start with Y/N. Look, I know your expecting me to get revenge on you, to hurt you. And I get that, I get why you've been dodging me. But I don't want to get revenge on you! I don't know how many times I need to spell it out for you before you believe me. I like you! I care for you! I want to be your best friend again! I want to be there for you like I used to be. I know our past is a bit messy, but I have never betrayed you in the ring. Yeah, I've made mistakes outside of it, but in that squared circle, I've always had your back. And I can keep having it, not just for you, but for the whole Bloodline."

Sami stepped closer to you, his eyes pleading for understanding. "Whatever doubts you might have about me, Y/N, just give me a chance to prove myself. We've been friends for over 20 years. Don't you think that means something?"

Sami moved closer to you, and Jey was seething with anger on the sidelines, his fists clenched so tight that his knuckles turned white, and turned even whiter when Sami placed a hand on your shoulder, his brown eyes boring into you and making your own eyes soften. "Don't I mean something to you?"

You stiffened at Sami's touch, the conflict within you reaching its peak. The weight of his words and the memories of your shared history tugged at your resolve. You shot a quick glance at Jey, who was practically seething with jealousy.

"Jey." Roman warned him, who looked like he was ready to pounce on Sami right then and there. Sami took a step back, removing his hand from your shoulder as the tension in the ring heightened, and turned to Jey.

"So, uh, look, I’ll be honest; I don’t understand what’s going on here. I… I like you! Man, I like you; I’ve always liked you! And we’ve always gotten along, and ever since I started hanging out with the Bloodline, I don’t know what it is, but you just… can’t seem to stand me, and I don’t understand it! Everybody- Jimmy seems fine, Solo seems fine, Y/N, well, she's got her reservations, but she's willing to give me a chance. But at least she doesn't get in my face and try to intimidate me all the time!" Sami's frustration was evident as he addressed Jey. "Thank you." Sami told Paul who patted Sami's back in a comforting manner as Jey scowled, ready to explode.

"Seriously, whatever… whatever I… whatever I did, I’m sorry. Can we just be cool? Can we just… can we bury the hatchet once and for all?”

Sami extended his hand to Jey, a gesture that surprised everyone in the ring. The tension was thick, and all eyes were on Jey as he contemplated Sami's outstretched hand.

But you knew Jey better than anyone, and you saw the storm of conflicting emotions in his eyes. Pride, jealousy, anger, and a hint of vulnerability, and knew he wouldn't be too receptive of Sami's outstretched hand.

"Sami, you got about two seconds to get your hand out my face." Jey threatened, his voice dripping with hostility. "I don't like you! Huh? I don’t like your hair, I don’t like your face, I don’t like that shirt you wear! Hey hey, I don’t like him being around my family every single week! My dawg this, my dawg that! Hey,” he moved towards Sami, who had lowered his hand and was now facing the full force of Jey's ire. "How you think you’re part of the Bloodline, if you ain’t blood?!”

Your heart dropped at Jey's harsh words, and your face betrayed a mix of frustration and sadness. Guess Jey truly thought weren't apart of the Bloodline, after all.

Jey didn't notice your face fall, as he kept ranting at Sami. "Hey hey hey! Newsflash for you, Sami: you never will be, Uce! You don’t belong here! Don’t nobody in this group like you; I’m just the realist one to say it out loud — you’re a fake ass Uce!”

Sami's face fell at Jey's words, but Jey continued. The tension in the ring reached its peak, and everyone could feel the impending explosion.

“You know what the difference between you and me is? I shed blood for every single one of my family members in here, because it’s my family! Not yours! Huh?! Would you do it? Will you?!” he questioned angrily. “I’m asking you a question! Will-”

"Jey, calm down!" You tried to interrupt, stepping forward, but Jey's rage had reached its peak. He shoved you aside gently, not even sparing you a glance, and focused all his fury on Sami.

"Answer me! I told you to answer me!-"

“Why- Why are you yelling at me, huh?!” Sami shouted, his frustration boiling over. "Why are you yelling at Y/N, huh? What did she do?" The mention of your name from Sami made Jey's rage intensify. He stepped even closer to Sami, their faces inches apart.

"Don't think you can talk about her, Uce! You don't get to mention her name, you don't get to-" Jey's voice was a low growl, his anger barely contained.

"Why can't I mention her, huh? I've known her for 20 years, Jey! Longer than you have! So I'm pretty sure I have the right to talk about her! She's my friend, she's been my friend before you even knew her, Uce!" Sami shot back, refusing to back down.

Jey's eyes narrowed, his nostrils flaring with anger. "You're not her friend! You think I'm stupid? You think I ain't see the way you look at her? How you always tryna ki ki it up with her backstage? You think I'm blind?"

Sami's jaw clenched, his frustration giving way to a more somber expression. "Yeah Jey, that's what friends do. It's not my fault if you're too blinded by your jealousy to see that."

Oh god. You knew this was not going to end well. Jey's jealousy had reached a point where it was clouding his judgment, and Sami's persistent attempts to be a part of the Bloodline had triggered an explosive confrontation.

Jey's eye twitched at the word jealousy, and he moved closer to Sami, practically nose to nose. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"Jealous? You think I'm jealous?" Jey scoffed, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "You the one that keeps trying to weasel your way into my family, into MY LIFE. Tryna get up on MY GIRL. Now you wanna act like you ain't tryna push up on her, huh?"

Jey bellowed out, and Sami's frustration turned into a mix of shock and disbelief. Jey wasn't wrong, but Sami wasn't actively trying to get Y/N right this second. He just wanted his friend back right now.

“Your girl? Jey, we've been through this. Y/N and I are friends, nothing more. And you're delusional if you think otherwise. If you are insecure about our friendship, that's on you, not me."

Jey's face contorted with anger, and he looked like he was about to explode. "On me? Yeah, it's on me! ou don't know what it's like to be a part of this family, to shed blood, to sacrifice for each other. You don't know what it's like to protect what's yours, do you?" When Sami didn't answer, Jey snarled, "Answer me!"

“Why- Why are you yelling at me, huh?!” Sami glowered at Jey, his frustration reaching its peak. "Y/N was trying to make peace! I’m trying to make peace! The Tribal Chief says, he wants peace!”

“Man I don’t give a damn what the Tribal Chief say!”

You didn't know what was worse. Your heart that was rending apart at the sight of Jey and Sami at each other's throats or Roman's face that contorted into anger as he picked his head up at Jey's outburst. The atmosphere in the ring became unbearable as the tension escalated, and you felt a knot forming in your stomach.

"What did you say?" Roman, standing tall as the Tribal Chief, stepped forward, his eyes locked on Jey. "Nah, don't be quiet now. What did you say?"

Jey hesitated for a moment, the weight of Roman's gaze pressing down on him. He swallowed hard, realizing the gravity of his words. Roman moved closer to Jey, and it looked like he was about to deliver a reprimand that Jey wouldn't easily forget. The entire atmosphere in the ring shifted, and even Jimmy, Solo, and Paul, who were usually more laid back, became tense.

"He didn't mean what he said!" Sami surprisingly interjected, trying to defuse the situation. You blinked at Sami, you weren't expecting him to be the one to help Jey. Roman turned his piercing gaze toward Sami, his expression demanding an explanation. "Jey was just caught up in the moment. We all say things we don't mean when emotions are high." Sami clasped his hands together nervously, looking between Roman and Jey. "He was just venting his frustrations, and I get it. He just, wasn't being himself." Sami grabbed Jey's shoulder, giving him a look that silently pleaded for him to play along. "He just… wasn't feeling very ucey."

Jey, still seething with anger, shot a glare at Sami but reluctantly nodded. "Yeah, uce. I… I was just caught up in the moment. It's just…Sami's been getting on my nerves, and I let it get to me. My bad, Roman." Jey's tone was begrudgingly apologetic, but Roman's stern expression didn't waver.

Roman took a step back, his gaze shifting between Jey and Sami. "Is that what the problem is, Jey. You ain't feeling…ucey?" Roman's voice was calm, but the disappointment in his eyes was evident.

Jey shifted uncomfortably, not meeting Roman's eyes. Roman crossed his arms, the arena seeming to hold its breath at what Roman was about to say.

"You two need to work out your differences." Roman declared, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "We're family, and family doesn't break over personal issues. The two of you will have a match next week, and I expect that despite whoever wins or loses, you settle your problems in that ring. Leave it all there. If you don't, there will be consequences."

Roman's gaze lingered on both Jey and Sami before he turned to you. "Y'know what, to make sure we're all on the same page, Y/N, you're gonna be the special guest referee for that match. Keep things in order."

Your heart sank at Roman's decision. Being the special guest referee meant you would be in the middle of the chaos, responsible for maintaining order between Jey and Sami. Whoever lost would blame you for their defeat, and the tension among the Bloodline members would likely escalate.

You nodded in acknowledgment, not daring to voice your concerns. Roman's decision was final, and you had no choice but to fulfill your role as the special guest referee, even though you would be caught in the middle of 2 people you loved.

It felt like they weren't just fighting to settle their differences, they were fighting for a spot in your life.

And you didn't know who would win.

"So I'm not in the Bloodline, huh?" Jey took a second to process your words, but when he did his soft gaze he always had with you turned into a glare.

"Baby, you know I ain't meant it like that!"

"Really? Cause it sounded pretty clear to me." Your tone was sharp, hurt bubbling under the surface.

"I thought you'd get it!" Jey scoffed, his hand reaching out to touch your arm. You pulled away, not willing to let his touch soothe the hurt he had caused.

"Get what? How I'm not blood so my loyalty doesn't matter?" Your voice trembled with a mix of anger and sadness. "Do you really think that little of me, Jey?"

"No! Of course not!" Jey exclaimed, frustration evident in his expression. "It's not about that, and you know it."

"Then what is it about?" You crossed your arms, waiting for an explanation.

"It's about Sami tryna get on you, and get in this family, and everyone in this family is fooled by him. They don't see what I see. They don't see the way he's trying to play you, trying to use you to get what he wants, tryna use the family to get to the top."

You shook your head, disbelief written all over your face. "Again with Sami?" you sighed, feeling the frustration build up. "Jey, Sami, whether you like it or not, has proven to be a valuable allay, and has proven to be loyal-"

"Loyal?" Jey snorted, interrupting you. "Y/N, you're too blinded by your past with him to see what he's doing. I know him, and I know that he is just a fake ass uce."

Your frustration reached its peak. "Jey, you need to let go of your jealousy and trust my judgment. This isn't even about Sami, it's about you hurting me and you not acknowledging that. Did you know how I felt hearing you say I'm not part of the Bloodline? It hurt, Jey. I've been by your side, supporting you, and for you to dismiss me like that…"

Jey's expression softened as he took a step closer to you. "Baby, I didn't mean it like that. You are a huge part of my life, and I didn't mean to hurt you. I just… I'm trying to protect you. Sami is pushing my buttons, pushing you away from me, and I don't want him messing things up between us."

You looked at Jey, your eyes searching his for sincerity. "I get that you're protective, and I appreciate it, but you can't just dismiss my feelings. We need to communicate, Jey, or we'll keep hurting each other. And that means not jumping to conclusions and assuming the worst about Sami or anyone else."

Your words fell on deaf ears as Jey's stubbornness persisted.

"I don't care. I will communicate with you, but I don't want him around you, around us. "

You rolled your eyes, feeling the exhaustion of the ongoing conflict come back. "Oh my God, Jey. The only person pushing us apart is you. I can handle my relationships, and I can make my own decisions. If you can't trust me, then we have a bigger problem." You grabbed your bag and headed towards the exit. Jey followed you, frustration etched on his face.

"Where are you going, baby?" he called after you.

"I need some space, Jey. We both do," you replied, not bothering to turn around. The weight of the argument hung heavily in the air, and you needed time to clear your head.

Jey caught up to you, blocking your path. "You can't just walk away every time we have a disagreement."

"I'm not walking away; I'm taking a moment to breathe. We can't keep going in circles like this," you explained, your voice strained.

He reached out, grabbing your arm. "You ain't listening to me, Y/N. You're letting him get in your head."

You pulled your arm away, a mix of anger and hurt in your eyes. "Jey, this is not about Sami. This is about us and how we handle our issues. I need time, and if you can't respect that, then I don't know what else to say. You can room with Jimmy tonight, I'll find somewhere else to sleep."

Without waiting for a response, you pushed past Jey and made your way out of the building. The cool night air hit you as you stepped outside, but it did little to ease the turmoil inside you.

You sat in your car, not bothering to start the engine. The argument with Jey replayed in your mind, and the ache in your chest grew. You knew deep down that the issues between you and Jey went beyond Sami, and it was a reflection of the larger problems in your relationship.

As you sat there, lost in your thoughts, a light tap on the car window startled you. You turned to see Sami standing there, an apologetic look on his face.

"Y/N, can we talk?" Sami asked, his tone sincere. You hesitated for a moment, then nodded, opening the passenger door to let him in. Sami slid into the seat, and a heavy silence hung between you for a moment.

"Look, I don't want to add to your problems," Sami began, genuine concern in his eyes. "But I overheard your argument with Jey, and I just wanted to make sure you're okay."

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "I appreciate the concern, Sami. It's just… it's a mess. Jey, the Bloodline, and now you… I feel like I'm caught in the middle of a storm, and I don't know how to get through it." You sarcastically chuckled and looked at Sami, who was gazing at you with concern and something else in his eyes. "I don't even know why I'm telling you any of this. It's not like you and I have been best buddies lately."

Sami leaned back in the seat, giving you a knowing look. "Sometimes it's easier to talk to someone who's a bit more removed from the situation. I get it, Y/N. And I'm not blind to the fact that I've been a source of tension."

You shook your head. "It's not just you, Sami. Jey and I have our own issues, and adding you to the mix just makes it more complicated."

"I'm not asking you to choose sides or anything," Sami said, his gaze sincere. "But if you need someone to talk to or just vent, I'm here. I've known you for a long time, and I hate seeing you like this."

You sighed, feeling a strange mix of emotions. Your phone dinged, and you saw a text from Jey that read, "Fine, I'll room with Jimmy. Do whatever you want." The message only fueled your frustration, and you set the phone aside.

"What did he say?" You quirked an eyebrow at how Sami knew it was Jey that messaged you.

"You had that look on your face," Sami replied with a small smirk. "I'm not trying to pry, but if you want to talk about it, I'm here."

You appreciated Sami's offer, even though it felt odd considering your history. The genuine concern in his eyes was hard to ignore.

At your lack of a response, Sami gently placed a hand on your shoulder and switched gears. "Who are you rooming with tonight? I'd say Jey, but considering the heated argument, I'm guessing that's not an option."

You shook your head. "Definitely not Jey. He's rooming with Jimmy."

Sami nodded understandingly. "Well, you're not alone in this. If you need a place to crash or just some company, I've got a spare room in my hotel."

You arched an eyebrow, a mix of surprise and skepticism. "You have a spare room? Why?"

Sami chuckled. "Well, I always book two rooms just in case. I like having my own space. But in situations like this, it comes in handy. Consider it an insurance policy."

The offer was unexpected, and you couldn't deny the sincerity in Sami's eyes. You considered your options, weighing the pros and cons.

Spending the night alone in your own space could provide some much-needed solitude, but at the same time, the thought of facing your own thoughts in isolation was daunting.

Jey would not be happy with you sharing a room with Sami, but it was his fault considering he didn't apologize and left you roomless. And it's not like you would do anything bad with Sami.

"Alright," you finally conceded, "I appreciate it, Sami. I could use a distraction tonight."

Sami smiled, a genuine expression that seemed to lift the heaviness in the air. "No problem. Let's switch seats, and I'll give you a lift to the hotel. We both know you can't drive angry."

You glared at Sami for his accurate assessment, but a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Fine, but I'm driving back."

Sami chuckled, "Deal."

As you both switched seats, you couldn't help but wonder if Sami's offer was a genuine act of kindness or if there was something more to it. It felt like old t

imes when Sami would drive you for hours to the next city, and let you pick the worst music you knew.  The familiarity of the situation brought a mix of comfort and uncertainty. As you drove through the city, Sami kept the conversation light, discussing everything from random anecdotes to shared memories.

Upon reaching the hotel, Sami insisted on accompanying you inside, stating, "I want to make sure it's a decent place. Can't have my friend staying in a dump."

The hotel lobby was adorned with dim lights, giving it a cozy ambiance. After confirming that the accommodations met Sami's standards, you headed to the room.

Sami opened the door, and you were greeted by a surprisingly spacious and well-decorated room. It seemed Sami had a knack for choosing decent places. 

"Seems like your taste hasn't changed since the last time we traveled together," you remarked, half-teasingly.

Sami grinned, "Why fix something that ain't broken?"

You both chuckled, and as you settled into the room, there was a moment of awkward silence. The weight of unspoken words lingered in the air. Sami broke the silence, "Look, I know things have been weird between us, but I miss this, you know? Just hanging out, like old times."

You bit your lip, your nerves in overdrive. Do you admit that you missed it too, or do you keep your guard up? Sami's sincerity was evident, but there was still a layer of uncertainty. Taking a deep breath, you decided to be honest.

"Yeah, I miss it too," you admitted, meeting Sami's gaze. "It's been a while since we've just... hung out."

Sami's smile widened, and it seemed like a weight had been lifted off both your shoulders. "Good to hear." Sami sensed that there was more to be said, but for now, he opted to let the conversation flow naturally. "Do you wanna order some food? I'm starving, and room service here is usually pretty good."

You nodded in agreement, appreciating the diversion from the emotional tension. As Sami picked up the room service menu, you couldn't help but reflect on the unexpected turn of events. The night had started with frustration and anger, and now you found yourself in a hotel room with Sami, rediscovering the ease of your friendship.

"Do you mind if I shower? I feel like I've been on the road forever," you said, breaking your thoughts.

Sami shook his head, "No problem. Take your time. I'll order something for us in the meantime."

After a refreshing shower, you emerged from the bathroom to find the aroma of food wafting through the room. Sami had ordered an array of dishes, and the sight of it made your stomach growl.

"Hope you like a bit of everything," Sami grinned, handing you a plate. His eyes widened at the sight of you in a hoodie and pajama shorts that left little to the imagination. He choked on his food, and you quickly went to him and slapped his back to help him. Sami coughed a few times, still recovering from the surprise.

"Are you okay?" you asked, genuinely concerned.

Sami nodded, his eyes wide, "Yeah, just... you caught me off guard." You raised your eyebrow at the very poor excuse but he continued, "I wasn't expecting you to look... like that."

You rolled your eyes, "Well, I didn't pack an evening gown for an unexpected hotel stay. This is what you get."

Sami cleared his throat , attempting to regain composure. "No complaints here, just wasn't prepared for a fashion show tonight."

You both laughed, breaking the tension further. As you sat down to eat, the atmosphere shifted from the earlier heaviness to a more relaxed and familiar one. It was as if time had rolled back, and you were once again sharing a meal on the road.

The conversation flowed effortlessly, moving from reminiscing about the past to discussing recent events in each other's lives. The more you talked, the more you realized how much you had missed these interactions with Sami. The ease with which he could make you smile, the shared jokes, and the understanding that seemed to transcend words. Your guard was still up, but it was slowly starting to crumble in the face of the genuine connection you and Sami once shared. As the night progressed, you found yourselves engrossed in conversations about everything and nothing.

After finishing the meal, Sami suggested that you both watch a movie to unwind. You agreed, and Sami scrolled through the available options on the hotel's TV. Eventually, you settled on a classic film that held sentimental value for both of you. You both sat on the comfortable hotel bed, the soft glow of the screen illuminating the room. The movie brought back memories, and you couldn't help but smile at the shared nostalgia.

As the movie played, Sami shifted closer, and there was a subtle warmth in the air. The initial tension that hung between you two seemed to dissipate with each passing moment. It felt like a step back in time, a familiar comfort settling in.

In the midst of the movie, Sami spoke up, "Remember when we used to argue about who got control of the remote?"

You chuckled, "Yeah, and you always managed to win somehow."

Sami grinned, "Well, it's a skill. Takes years of practice." He gave you a smile that made your heart flutter,  a mix of playfulness and genuine warmth. The movie continued, but your attention was now divided between the film and the unspoken connection resurfacing between you and Sami.

As the night wore on, the initial awkwardness transformed into a shared comfort that felt almost effortless. You found yourselves laughing at inside jokes, finishing each other's sentences, and reveling in the familiarity that had defined your friendship. The room, once filled with unspoken tension, now resonated with a renewed sense of camaraderie.

Eventually, the movie ended, and you both sat in a comfortable silence. Sami broke the quietude, "You know, I've missed this, just hanging out and being ourselves."

You nodded in agreement, "Me too. It's been too long."

Sami's gaze softened, "I know things have changed, and we've both moved on, but there's something about tonight that feels like a glimpse of what we used to have."

You took a moment to absorb his words. There was truth in them, a shared acknowledgment of the evolving nature of your relationship. The night held a unique magic, a bridge between the past and the present.

"I agree," you replied, "Tonight has been unexpected, but in a good way."

Sami smiled, "I'm glad you agreed to stay. I was worried you'd say no."

You chuckled, "Well, you do have a way of being convincing."

Sami's expression turned more serious, "Look, I know things have changed between us, and I don't want to overstep any boundaries. I just... I miss having you around, as a friend. If this is too much or if it makes you uncomfortable, just let me know, and I'll understand."

You appreciated Sami's honesty, and the sincerity in his eyes was undeniable. The air was thick with unspoken emotions, and you found yourself grappling with your own conflicting feelings. Admitting that you missed Sami's company was one thing, but acknowledging the complexity of your history was another. And you had to wrestle away the thoughts when his arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you into a gentle embrace. It was a gesture that felt both familiar and foreign, stirring a cascade of emotions.

For a moment, you hesitated, feeling the warmth of Sami's embrace contrasting with the cool uncertainty within. It was a delicate balance between the past and the present, and you weren't sure where the boundaries lay. But as you looked into Sami's eyes, you saw not just the history you shared but a genuine desire to reconnect.

You leaned into the embrace, allowing yourself to be enveloped by the comforting familiarity of Sami's presence. The unspoken words hung in the air, the weight of past grievances mingling with the hope of a rekindled friendship.

"I missed this," Sami whispered, his voice barely audible above the subtle hum of the hotel room.

"Me too," you replied, a quiet admission that echoed the sentiments of the night.

In that moment, surrounded by the remnants of shared laughter and the glow of the TV, it felt like a small step towards rebuilding what had once been lost. The complexities of your relationship lingered, but for now, you chose to focus on the shared warmth and the simplicity of being in each other's company.

"Do you remember the last time we roomed together?" Sami's hot breath tickled your ear as he spoke, the shared memories flooding back. You couldn't help but smile, recalling the countless adventures and misadventures you both had experienced on the road.

"Yeah, how could I forget?" you chuckled, "That one motel with the neon sign that kept flickering, and the weird noises all night?"

Sami laughed, "Or the time we got lost in that small town, and the only person we could find to ask for directions didn't speak a word of English."

The nostalgia washed over you, and it felt like a bittersweet journey down memory lane. The distance and time apart seemed to fade away, leaving only the echoes of a friendship that had weathered its storms.

"Or that time there was only one bed and we had to share." Sami's voice lowered, and you involuntary shivered at the tone of his voice. It was low and sensual, a stark contrast to the lighthearted reminiscing. The room suddenly felt charged with a different kind of tension. 

"Sami..." Your voice creeped up like a warning, but Sami ignored the subtle shift in the atmosphere. His gaze locked with yours, an intensity that left you breathless.

"I always wondered what would have happened if we recreated that night again." He admitted, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your arm. The air crackled with unspoken desire, and the weight of the past collided with the magnetic pull of the present.

You swallowed hard, torn between the history you shared and the uncertain territory ahead. The lines between friendship and something more blurred in the dimly lit hotel room. The pull of attraction simmered beneath the surface, a palpable energy that refused to be ignored.

"Sami..." You warned him again, but this time your voice held a mix of uncertainty and caution.

Sami's gaze softened, and he withdrew his hand, respecting the unspoken boundaries. "I'm sorry," he said, his tone sincere. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just... I've been thinking a lot about us, about what we had and what we lost."

You took a deep breath, trying to navigate the complexities of the moment. The room felt charged with a different kind of tension now, a lingering question hanging in the air.

"I appreciate your honesty," you replied, your voice steady. "But we can't ignore the history between us, Sami. Things changed, and we both moved on."

Sami nodded, a solemn expression on his face. "I know. I just couldn't help but wonder... what if? What if we had taken a different path?"

The weight of the unspoken "what ifs" settled in the room, creating a palpable silence. It was a question that lingered in the space between you, a testament to the complexity of your shared history.

"I think it's natural to wonder," you admitted, "but we can't change the past. We can only move forward."

"What if I What if I told you that I still have feelings for you?" Sami's voice hung in the air, heavy with vulnerability. The admission echoed through the room, challenging the carefully constructed boundaries that had defined your relationship.

You felt a mixture of surprise and a subtle acknowledgment that maybe the lingering tension wasn't one-sided. Sami's gaze searched your eyes for a response, the intensity mirroring the unspoken emotions that danced between you.

The weight of his words settled on your shoulders, and you took a moment to gather your thoughts. The honesty in Sami's admission deserved a genuine response, but the complexities of your history made it a challenging decision.

"I...," you began, but the words caught in your throat. You met Sami's gaze, seeing a vulnerability that matched your own. "Sami, we had something special, but we also had our fair share of challenges. I can't deny the connection we shared, but a lot has changed."

Sami nodded, understanding etched on his face. "I get it. I just needed you to know how I feel."

You sighed, the weight of the moment heavy on your shoulders. "I appreciate your honesty, Sami. It's just... complicated."

He gave you a small, understanding smile. "Yeah, it always has been with us, hasn't it?"

The air hung with unresolved tension, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken feelings that lingered in the room. The night had taken an unexpected turn, weaving through the threads of nostalgia, friendship, and the potential for something more.

"If it was me instead of Kevin that you had to hurt to prove your loyalty to, would you have done it?" Sami's question cut through the atmosphere, introducing a new layer of complexity to the already intricate dynamics between you two.

The weight of the question hung in the air, and you could sense the sincerity in Sami's eyes. It was a direct challenge to the choices you had made, and it demanded an honest response.

The room seemed to tighten, and you tried to distract yourself with  the remnants of the meal on the table, avoiding eye contact momentarily. Sami grabbed your shoulders gently, urging you to meet his gaze.

You took a deep breath, grappling with the intensity of Sami's question. The honesty in his eyes demanded a genuine response, and you couldn't evade the weight of the inquiry.

"I don't know, Sami," you admitted, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "It's a hypothetical scenario, and emotions are complicated. I can't say for sure how I would have reacted in that situation."

Sami's expression tightened, a mix of disappointment and understanding in his eyes. He knew you better than you knew yourself, and knew you were lying.

"Y/N..." He grabbed your hands and interjected with a sincerity that left no room for evasion. "You can't tell me you didn't have a choice in that moment. I know you, and I know you well enough to know that loyalty matters to you. If it was me, would you have chosen to hurt me to prove your loyalty to Kevin?"

The room seemed to shrink, the weight of Sami's gaze intensifying. You felt a knot tighten in your stomach, torn between acknowledging the truth and shielding yourself from the raw vulnerability of the moment.

"Sami, I..." Your voice wavered, the internal struggle reflecting in your eyes. The truth lingered on the tip of your tongue, a confession that could alter the course of the night and the delicate balance you were trying to maintain.

Sami's grip on your hands tightened, a silent plea for honesty. The unspoken tension hung between you two, an unresolved question that demanded a response. He intertwined his fingers with yours, grounding you in the intensity of the moment.

"I need to know, Y/N," Sami urged, his eyes searching yours for a glimpse of the truth. "Would you have hurt me to prove your loyalty?"

The room was silent, the weight of the question settling over you like a heavy shroud. You took a moment to gather your thoughts, feeling the vulnerability of the truth clawing at the edges of your consciousness.

"No." You breathed a sigh, the admission hanging in the air. "No, Sami. I wouldn't have hurt you to prove my loyalty to anyone. It was a difficult situation, and I made a choice. But hurting you would something I couldn't live with."

Sami's eyes softened, and you could sense a mix of relief and gratitude in his gaze. The truth, though heavy, seemed to have lifted a burden between you. He moved closer to you, your faces mere inches apart, the shared vulnerability creating a palpable connection. The unspoken emotions lingered, and for a moment, it felt like the weight of the past had been lifted.

"Thank you for being honest," Sami whispered, his breath mingling with yours. His thumb gently brushed against the back of your hand, a subtle reassurance.

You nodded, the air thick with a newfound understanding. The complexities of your shared history remained, but the honesty in that moment had carved a path towards reconciliation.

"I've missed this," Sami admitted, his eyes searching yours. "Missed these talks, these late nights with you." Sami's eyes dropped to you lips, his gaze intense and filled with a mixture of emotions. The unspoken tension crackled in the air, and you found yourself caught between the familiarity of the past and the uncertainty of the present. 

"Sami," you whispered, your voice barely audible. The room seemed to hold its breath, the weight of the unspoken hovering between you. Sami's thumb continued to trace idle patterns on the back of your hand, the touch sending shivers down your spine. 

Then his lips were on yours, and for a moment, it felt like time stood still, unmoving, like you. 

Then your brain starting working again.

"Sami!" You pushed him gently away, surprise and confusion written across your face. Sami's eyes widened, the realization of what he had done sinking in.

"I... I'm sorry," Sami stammered, a mix of embarrassment and regret in his expression. "I didn't mean to... I just... I thought..."

You held up a hand, stopping his explanations. "Sami, if you wanted to get back at Jey, you didnt' have to involve me in it."

Sami looked taken aback by your accusation. "No, it's not like that. I wouldn't do that to you. I... I got carried away. I didn't mean to use you as some kind of revenge."

You sighed, the weight of the situation settling on your shoulders. You couldn't deny that there was still a lingering attraction between you and Sami, but the context of the situation made everything more complicated. The boundaries were blurred, and it was evident that emotions were running high. You were with Jey. You loved him, and getting involved in a messy situation with Sami was the last thing you needed.

"Sami, we can't go down this path," you said firmly, trying to convey the seriousness of the situation. "I appreciate our friendship and the nostalgia, but it's not fair to Jey, and it's not fair to us."

Sami nodded, remorse etched on his face. "You're right. I messed up, and I'm sorry. I should have respected the boundaries."

You took a deep breath, attempting to diffuse the tension in the room. "Let's just call it a night. I'll sleep in my room. Have a nice day tomorrow, and we can talk about this when things are calmer."

Sami nodded again, a mix of regret and understanding in his eyes. "I understand. I never meant to complicate things."

As you gathered your things and headed towards the door, the air was thick with unresolved emotions. Before you could leave, Sami spoke up, "Please don't tell JJey about this. Jey already hates me, and I messed up, and I don't want to cause more problems for you."

You paused, considering Sami's request. It wasn't fair to keep secrets, especially in a relationship, but you also understood the potential consequences of revealing what had transpired. Jey would be hurt, and it might escalate the tension between him and Sami. On the other hand, honesty was crucial in a relationship.

"I can't promise that, Sami," you replied honestly. You believed in being truthful with Jey, and keeping something like this from him would only make things worse if he finds out later.

Sami nodded, acknowledging the difficult situation. "I get it. Just... take care of things on your end. I don't want to make your life more complicated."

"I will. Take care, Sami." You bid him goodnight once more before  leaving Sami's room and closing the door behind you.

As you walked back to your own room, a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts raced through your mind.

God, this is why you didn't want Sami to join the Bloodline in the first place. The tangled mess of emotions and history between you two had resurfaced, and now you were left grappling with the aftermath of an unexpected, charged moment.

"Y/N." Solo's voice made you jump in the hallway. He was leaning against the wall, a knowing expression on his face.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." Solo held his hands up in a placating gesture. "Just wanted to check if everything's alright. Jey was worried when he saw you actually didn't come to the room."

You rolled your eyes, "Well, you can tell Jey I'm fine. Just needed some space."

Solo raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "You good? You acting kinda spacey."

You sighed, your face betraying the internal turmoil. "It's just been a weird night, Solo. And all I wanna do is sleep it off."

Solo tilted his head, his eyes narrowing in concern. "Do you want to talk about it? I know I'm not the best with emotions, but I'm here if you need someone to listen."

You appreciated Solo's offer, knowing that despite his tough exterior, he genuinely cared about the well-being of those close to him. However, the complexity of the situation made it difficult to put everything into words.

"Thanks, Solo. I might need some time to process everything. Let Jey know I'll talk to him about it tomorrow. I just need a bit of space for now."

Solo nodded, understanding the need for space. "Sure thing." You turned to go into the room, but Solo grabbed your arm and pulled you into a brief, supportive hug. It was rare that he showed such a side of him, but it felt comforting yet so guilty in that moment.

"Take care of yourself, Y/N. If you need anything, just let us know," Solo said, releasing you from the hug.

"Thanks, Solo," you replied, managing a small but guilty smile. With that, you entered your room, the events of the night echoing in your mind.

Sleep felt elusive, and the weight of the unresolved emotions lingered, making it a long night of introspection and contemplation. You texted Jey that you were fine, got into the covers, and closed your eyes. The events of the night replayed in your mind like a never-ending loop. The mix of nostalgia, tension, and unexpected intimacy left you grappling with conflicting emotions.

Would you tell Jey, the week before his match against Sami, when you knew when he got mad he would lose matches, or would you keep it to yourself, avoiding potential complications and protecting Jey's focus for the upcoming match?

Only time would tell.

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[empressdede]

Wip Wednesday - untitled

Thank you for the tag😭😭 @harmshake cause I feel like Ive been lacking with my posts.

Past

"So, you’ll be able to go?" Jada asked, excitement seeping through her voice.

Sorai rolled her eyes. She was kind of regretting the terms and conditions that came with her going to this party. Especially since Sefa kept trying to tease her about her ‘schoolgirl crush’ as he would call it.

“Yeah. I can go but Joseph’s going to be there.” She explained and Jada’s excitement dimmed just a bit.

“How do you know he’s going to be there?” She asked and Sorai let out a sigh.

“He heard us talking a couple days ago about me wanting to sleepover at yours. I’ve been trying to get him to change for the past three days but he’s not budging.”

“Well…. At least he’s not as bad as his older brothers. Like, that could be way worse. Plus, if he goes that means Monica will be there and Monica is going to distract him for majority of the night.”

Sorai rolled her eyes again. Monica. She couldn’t fuckin’ stand her. But Jada was right, if Monica was there, Joseph would keep his attention on his girlfriend instead of her.

“You’re right; She’ll probably do what she does best and open her legs and keep him preoccupied for majority of the night.” Sorai agreed with a nod of her head but that caused Jada to burst out laughing.

“Girl, no way you just called Joseph’s girlfriend a hoe.”

“Only thing that ever comes out of her damn mouth is ‘He beat my shit up. Girl, when I tell you he sat me down and tore my shit up. Who knew Joseph could eat pussy like that.‘

Sorai mocked in a high pitched tone to mimic the girl she didn’t like, letting out a huff of annoyance when she was done. “I wish she would shut the fuck up sometimes, don’t nobody wanna hear that.”

“Sounds like someone’s jealous.” A teasing voice came from behind her. Sorai let out a sigh before she turned around to face the person. Joseph.

There he was with a smirk on his face as he stared at her. She wanted to smack it off of his face.

“Jealous of what?”

“All the experience she gets to have, that you’re dying to gain yourself.” He easily replied.

“Joseph don’t do that. Cause who knows, maybe Cameron will finally put the moves on her -“ Jada started but Sorai slapped her shoulder to shut her up.

But it was too late, the playfulness got wiped off his face as he stared at both girls.

“If I find out that he puts his hands on you, it’s over for the both of you.” Joseph stated, warning tone in his voice.

“Joseph, you can’t keep te-“

“I can.” He interrupted, the glare in his eyes showing he wasn’t playing with her. “The twins don’t got no plans as far as I know, so Cameron better be on his Ps and Qs if he knows what’s good for ‘em.” And with that he walked away.

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[pastel-peach-writes]

Master Post! <3

(Most of my writings will be targeted toward wlw/nmlnm with gender-neutral pronouns!)

✩ MEANS NEW, ☾ MEANS FLUFF, ⋇ MEANS ANGST, SLASH MEANS COMING SOON

(The list is in alphabetical order 💌)

CURRENTLY ACCEPTING REQUESTS FOR: LOK, ARCANE, TLOU *Please read my Request Rules before requesting!

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AVATAR: THE LAST AIR BENDER ﹏﹏

→ Katara

☾ Season’s Chances

→ Mai ☾ Flushed Cheeks

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AVENGERS ﹏﹏

→ Natasha ☾ Learn To Take A Break  PT.1 | PT.2

☾ Blankets & Brunch

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HAIKYUU! ﹏﹏

→ Kiyoko ☾ Fruit Loops

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HORIZON: ZERO DAWN ﹏﹏

→ Aloy ☾ Cool Off ﹏﹏

LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: ARCANE ﹏﹏

→ Jinx

☾ “You’re Mine Now” PT.1 

☾ Someone Better ☾ Wrapped around a Pinky Finger ✩

→ Vi ☾ Random Headcanons (Lesbian Week Special)  ☾ Class Is In Session

→ Caitlyn ☾ When Rains Falls On Your Window, I’ll Be There ☾ Random Headcanons (Lesbian Week Special) 

→ CaitVi/Reader

☾ Wipe The Smirk Off Your Face ☾ They Go Low, We Go Lower ☾ “Daw, But You’re So Cute!”  ☾ Catch Me In Vegas, Catch Me In Tokyo  ☾ Catch My Breath  ☾“How Do You Know That?” ☾ Hot Rocker ☾ Marshmallow Pillows ☾ Shortstack ⋇ “You Can Tell Us.” ☾ Skyscraper ⋇☾ Cling Onto the Words You Say ⋇☾ Don't Cry Over Spilled Paint ☾ Merry Christmas (Ya Filthy Animal)

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→ Korra ☾ Freezing ☾ Nails ☾ Ways Of The Wind ☾  Water Is Hard As Concrete ☾  Childhood Best Friends ☾ Don’t Mess With The Avatar  ☾ “You Were Her Rock And She Was Yours.”  ☾ Dating The Avatar ☾ Jealous Thing ☾  Kiss It Better ☾ Fire Comes From Within PT. 1 | PT. 2 → KorrAsami ☾ Jealous or Attracted? ✩ PT. 1 | PT. 2

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RAYA AND THE LAST DRAGON ﹏﹏

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SHE-RA ﹏﹏

→ Adora ☾ Arm Wrestling  ☾ The Guide to Confidence (You Must Have a Guitar) ✩

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STRANGER THINGS ﹏﹏

→ Robin ☾ “Okay, I Guess She’s Cute” ☾ Random Headcanons (Lesbian Week Special) 

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☾ We Fell In Love In October ☾ Warm Even When It’s Cold ☾ Random Headcanons(Lesbian Week Special) ☾“Dude, Chill Out.” (Sibling!Reader)  ☾ Innermost Thoughts (Blurb)

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[totowlff]

king pleasure

➝ request: can we dare asking for a jealous Toto? 

➝ word count: 4,9k

➝ warnings: smut (teasing, choking, unprotected sex), fuckboy toto at finest

➝ author’s note: first of all, i apologize for delaying the posting of this one-shot. in addition to getting a little carried away, as you can see from the size of the text, i took a work trip on monday and ended up getting sick in the meantime. again, i apologize. i take this opportunity to thank my beta readers who helped (directly or indirectly) to develop this one shot. gi, babi, ally, milla, raya and bella, you are angels.

The air in the room was boiling.

The soft beat of a song lulled the conversations around you.

The voices overlapped each other.

In your hand, the glass of gin and tonic was half empty, the mint leaves floating above the bubbles rising through the liquid.

Standing, you curiously observed a picture hanging on the wall. It was completely painted in a very bright yellow. The black-painted letters dominated the center of the canvas, their prominence amplified by the rough brown underlining that ran the length of the two words. Above them, the crown added strength to the first word written by the artist in the composition.

— King Pleasure, 1987 — a familiar voice spoke at your side. Turning to face, you found your host standing to your right, his brown eyes fixed on the frame. Dressed from head to toe in black, he might even have gone unnoticed if he weren't Sir Lewis Hamilton.

However, if for the others present in that Monaco penthouse he was the seven-time Formula 1 World Champion, for you he was just Lewis, the boy you had shared tracks and podiums with when you were just teenagers racing in Formula Renault.

The boy with whom you had shared dreams of reaching Formula 1.

However, your paths took very different directions after that last race at Donington Park, back in 2002. Lewis continued to climb his mountain in the single-seater competitions, benefiting from a stellar contract with McLaren, which guaranteed him the chance to drive a car of the highest category in motorsport.

You, on the other hand, kept running in the UK, fighting for a chance in the biggest categories, year after year, until an unexpected invitation changed the course of your career. The opportunity to drive in a touring car class in Germany fell into your lap as a pleasant surprise and, passionate as you were, you jumped at the chance.

In your third year, you became champion. In addition to being the proof you needed to believe that there was life beyond Formula 1, the achievement brought the attention of sponsors, especially a German automaker. At a glamorous event, you were announced as the new Mercedes-AMG brand ambassador. However, you remembered that night in another way.

— I knew you liked Basquiat, but not that you managed to buy an original work.

Lewis put his hands behind his back.

— It was a long negotiation. But you know how it is, I know how to be convincing.

You turned to the driver.

— I know — you smiled — Well, me and Ron Dennis.

Your friend laughed, lifting his left hand and placing it on your shoulder. The story of how Lewis, at just ten years old, approached the McLaren team principal and said categorically that he was going to drive one of his cars was a situation that you often recall to point out how convincing he could be when he wanted something. And not just in the professional field.

Apartments.

Cars.

Yachts.

Designer clothes.

Women.

Lewis always got what he wanted.

Looking back at the painting, you raised your glass to your lips, taking a sip of the drink, the bitter aftertaste of tonic water dancing on your tongue.

— Why? — you asked after a few seconds of silence.

— What do you mean? — he asked you as his hand returned to the spot behind his back.

— Why did you choose this painting? I'm sure there were more interesting works, right?

Lewis looked back at Basquiat's painting, analyzing the brushstrokes carefully.

— I first saw it at an exhibition about him in Chelsea, New York — the driver said, without taking his eyes off the canvas — It's inspired by a jazz vocalist named King Pleasure. He had a song called "Moody's Mood for Love" that was a favorite of Jean-Michel Basquiat's father.

— Interesting — you stammered, eyes fixed on Lewis.

— This painting, in a way, is his tribute to his father. And I felt a connection with this piece precisely because of that, because of its meaning — Lewis followed his explanation, completely immersed in the yellow sea painted by the North American artist.

However, you didn't dive with him.

Before jumping into the waves of Basquiat, you found a pair of brown eyes staring at you intently from a corner of the large living room, paying no attention to the men chuckling around him, drinking beer straight from the bottles. His face was a serious mask, impenetrable, impassive.

Toto.

The first time you both saw each other was by chance, in 2016, at the HTP Motorsport headquarters in Altendiez, near Frankfurt. Rushing out of the simulator, you were looking back, saying something to your engineer when you just bumped into him in the middle of the hallway, knocking everything you were holding, the sound of your helmet's carbon fiber hitting the floor filling the room. .

— My God, I'm sorry — you bent down, trying to pick things up as quickly as possible, your fingers trying to grab the paper sheets with graphics printed on them in a clumsy way.

— No problem, it was my fault — he replied, helping you gather your belongings scattered around the hallway. With the papers and gloves under your arm, you rose from the ground, taking your helmet and balaclava from the hands of the man in front of you. Looking up to look at his face, a smile of recognition appeared on his lips.

As a good Formula 1 and your friend’s fan, you followed the news and even some races. So recognizing the tall, dark-haired man with glasses balanced carefully on his nose wasn't difficult at all. Difficult was to disguise your embarrassment at having stumbled upon him from all the people.

— Thanks — you muttered under your breath, clutching your things to your chest — I’m Y/N Y/L/N.

— Wolff, Toto Wolff. But something tells me you already know that — his lips curved into a smile.

A tap on your back made you look away from Toto.

— See the crown? — Lewis asked you, pointing to the simple drawing done with black strokes and painted with the same brown paint that underlined the two words in the center of the frame.

— Yes, I see — you replied, taking another sip of your gin and tonic, the ice against your lips making you more alert.

— Basquiat liked to use crowns as a way of symbolizing kings and queens in modern society, moving away from that traditional concept of their use by historical monarchies. It's a symbol of power and wealth within the celebrity culture of the time — Lewis continued, gesturing with tattooed fingers toward the canvas.

You tried to follow the driver’s reasoning, forcing your eyes to remain focused on his expression as he went on with his long monologue about the intentions and meanings that Basquiat wanted to convey with that piece. However, something drew your gaze to the same spot as before.

For the same person.

The second time you saw Toto was during a Mercedes-AMG event at STATION Berlin, in early 2018. Presented as the brand's newest ambassador alongside Lewis and Valtteri, you should be overjoyed. However, the entire night had proved to be one giant disappointment for you.

Sipping champagne in front of a window in a corner of the room, your mind repeated the reporters' questions, a grimace of disgust forming on your face.

What is the brand of your dress?

Do you find it more difficult to drive on the tracks or on the streets?

What is the main challenge when dealing with helmet hair?

What is it like to deal with a team at PMS?

Do men feel intimidated when you say you're a professional driver?

The last question made something burn inside you. Squeezing the cup in your hand, you didn't hesitate to drop it in one go. The alcohol burned down your throat and made your eyes fill with tears. “Definitely not a good idea”, you thought.

— Is your night being pleasant? — a voice asked from behind you.

Turning slowly around, you found Toto with his hands in the pockets of his black dress pants, an inquisitive eyebrow raised.

— Definitely not — you replied, in an impolite tone.

— May I know what might have upset the newest Mercedes-AMG brand ambassador? — he asked, approaching slowly.

— Those damn reporters — you spat, turning back to the window, your eyes distracted by the movement in the street.

— What did they do? — Toto asked, his voice serious.

— I prepared myself all week to answer questions about Mercedes, about the history of the brand, about what it’s like to race in a category like the DTM, what it was like to compete with Lewis when we were younger and — you started stuttering, frustration taking over you completely. How you hated it when that happened — And they only know how to ask completely stupid questions!

— Like what? — he asked, stopping beside you in front of the window.

— The fucking brand of my dress.

— And what's the brand? — Toto smiled.

— I don't know, I don't give a damn about these things.

— What else did they ask? That can't be the only thing that pissed you off.

— They also asked if it's harder to drive on the street or on the damn track. If my fucking PMS gets in the way of my relationship with the team. But it wasn't the worst, unfortunately it wasn't the worst question I got that night.

— And what was it?

— If men are intimidated when I say I'm a fucking professional driver — you looked into your empty glass, the drops of champagne that remained in it glistening in the light from the window.

— And they are?

You looked up at Toto.

— I don't know — you snapped — You tell me.

— Tell what?

— Are you intimidated by me?

— No — he replied, bringing his face closer to yours — Actually, I'm attracted to you.

Suddenly, Lewis' face came back into view.

— Do you know which styles inspired Basquiat the most? — he asked you, smiling.

You blinked once, twice, before returning the smile to the driver.

— Graffiti? — you said, without any certainty or notion of where the conversation was at.

— That's obvious, Y/N — Lewis laughed — I'm talking about the other influences.

— Well, I don't know.

— Aside from graffiti, he drew a lot from the very culture he grew up in, mixing Puerto Rican, Haitian and New York influences as well as the music he listened to, especially jazz and hip hop, as well as the poetry he read. He even took references from medical books, you know?

You nodded, trying to convey as little as possible the fact that you were completely lost in that dialogue, or rather, the monologue he was delivering about his great treasure. In an effort to look interested, you brought your gin and tonic to your lips again. However, you only found ice and a single mint leaf stuck to the bottom of the glass.

— Did the conversation make you so thirsty? — Lewis said in a playful tone.

— Hearing that much information requires a lot of liquid — you returned, smiling.

— Want to get another one?

— Yes — you replied.

You turned toward the bar, feeling Lewis' hand land at the base of your spine, causing a memory to hit you hard.

A touch on the same point, also by a male hand.

But in a very different context.

Turning your face back, you found a pair of brown eyes watching you, an eyebrow of disbelief raised framing one of them. The same eyes that stared at you as you moaned with pleasure in a hotel room just over a year ago.

Definitely having sex with a man before at least three dates was out of the question for you. However, it was only Toto telling you that he was attracted to you that night that the wheels turned in your head and a mischievous smile appeared on your face.

— Attracted? — you answered, looking away from the window, in his direction.

— More than I could — he answered you, in a whisper.

— Do you think this is wrong, Mr. Wolff? — you said, emphasizing the honorific.

— It depends on the viewpoint.

— And what's yours?

Toto smiled.

— Is the most wrong thing I've ever felt in my life.

You approached him, lifting your face to look at him. Alcohol had definitely made you braver than you would ever be in any other context, with any other man.

— And why don't you walk away?

— How can I get away from you, babydoll? — he muttered, the nickname making your skin tingle.

— Taking a step back.

— I don't want to take a step back.

— And what do you want, Mr. Wolff?

Toto hesitated for a few seconds, his gaze drifting between your eyes and your lips.

— You.

One night of passion turned into two.

Three.

Five.

Ten.

And the more time you spent together, the more you wanted him.

Toto was a drug and you were completely addicted.

— A gin and tonic for Y/N and a whiskey for me — Lewis asked the bartender, taking the glass from his hand and handing it to the man on the other side of the bar. Immediately, he began to prepare drinks, while the pilot rested one arm on the surface.

— Looking from here, the painting looks even more beautiful, doesn't it? — he asked you, pointing towards the yellow square on the wall opposite the one you were on.

— Very beautiful indeed — you muttered, trying hard not to stray to the corner you'd been watching from the moment you'd stepped foot in the apartment — But I thought it had a different meaning.

Lewis looked at you, one eyebrow raised as the bartender slid a low glass of amber liquid toward him. Picking up the drink, he took a quick sip, running his tongue over his lips.

— What did you think it was?

— A subliminal message.

— Subliminal message? — he asked, his eyes closing slightly as he smiled.

— Yes. A clue for the girls who visit your bedroom.

Lewis laughed, throwing his head back.

— I don't think they have time to look at the canvases when they're with me.

— Of course, King Pleasure — you muttered, picking up your glass of gin and tonic and taking a sip.

The driver rolled his eyes, then broke into a wide smile.

— Speaking of pleasure, how's that situation with that guy?

You felt your stomach suddenly get heavy. You had spoken to Lewis about the situation with Toto, without ever mentioning his name. Upon learning that you had found someone interesting, your friend was excited. However, he quickly realized that something was wrong when you started to digress every time he was mentioned. Like he was a secret you wanted to keep for yourself.

Until, one day, you couldn't take it.

Lying on the couch at his London house, bursting into tears, you told Lewis about the fight you and Toto had had hours before. After an exhausting weekend, you were excited to spend some time away from work with him. However, your idea of ​​quiet days was dashed when you spent your first hours in town alone inside his downtown penthouse, while he had dinner with Malaysian investors.

When Toto returned later that night, the two of you argued badly. Between screams and harsh words, one sentence made your heart sink in your chest. “We're nothing but a casual fuck”, you heard him repeat in your mind, your heart squeezing in your chest.

— We're the same way, Lewis. No messages, no calls. Nothing.

— Fucking asshole — he muttered.

— I should have known it would be casual — you said, lowering your head to your drink — I had too much hope.

You felt Lewis' arm wrap around your shoulders in an attempt to comfort you.

— If you want my opinion, you deserve someone better. Someone who really cares about you. That you don't feel indifference when you walk into a place or when you talk to another guy, but a hint of jealousy. Because he really wants you.

Jealousy.

Suddenly, you looked up, your gaze searching for the brown eyes that had been with you since the moment you stepped into the apartment. But the group of engineers and executives huddled in a corner of the room was one person short. “Where is he?” you asked yourself, pursing your lips as you scanned the room for Toto.

— Are you okay, Y/N?

— Yeah, I just — you stuttered — I think I saw someone waving at me. I'll see what it is, all right?

Lewis only smiled.

— No problem, Y/N. Feel free.

Abandoning your glass on the bar counter, you began to push your way through the people huddled in the room, muttering “excuse me” and “sorry” with every step. Your eyes kept searching for Toto amidst the confusion of bodies, without any success.

When you reached the group huddled in the corner of the room, you forced a smile.

— Good night, boys — you said, in a relaxed tone that even you found strange.

— Good evening, Y/N — one of them, whom you recognized as James Vowles, greeted you with a smile — How are you?

— All right — you replied — I saw that Toto was with you before, do you know where he is?

The men in the circle looked at each other. There was definitely something wrong with him.

— He said he was going to the bathroom — Vowles replied, his voice strained.

— Oh yes...

— I wouldn't go after you if I were you — another man, light-eyed and thick-bearded, mumbled before taking a sip of his beer.

— Ripke — James scolded him.

— Why? — you questioned him, raising an eyebrow.

— His mood isn't the best today — Ripke replied, getting an elbow in the arm of the man who was next to him — I think he saw something he didn't like.

Something he didn't like.

An image came to your mind. Lewis's arm wrapped around your shoulders, in a gesture of complicity, of support. Something completely innocent. “It can't be that,” you thought, trying to keep the expression calm on your face.

— Well, I'll look for him — you said — Thanks, guys.

Walking among the people, a lump was forming in your throat, anxiety making your stomach churn with every step you took inside Lewis's penthouse. In your shoulders, tension was building.

Asking for passage with a shy smile, you reached the long hallway that led to the other rooms of the apartment. Having come other times, you knew exactly which of those doors Toto might be behind. Going a few meters, you stopped in front of one of them, slamming your fist into the white wood.

— Toto? Are you there? — you asked in a low voice.

From inside the bathroom, you heard a grunt in German, followed by footsteps and the sound of a key turning.

Then the door opened.

— Good night, Y/N — he greeted you, looking at you with a serious expression - What are you doing here?

— You first. What are you doing here?

He raised an eyebrow.

— Well, as you can see, I was in the bathroom.

— Mumbling to yourself?

Toto pressed his lips together.

— Were you listening behind the door?

— You did not answer my question.

He sighed.

— Yeah, I was in the bathroom mumbling to myself, Y/N.

— Why?

— I needed a moment to myself, that's all.

— Ripke said you weren't in a good mood tonight.

A sneer appeared on his face.

— Don't care what Paul says.

— Are you sure?

— Yes, Y/N. He likes to disturb me.

— He said you saw something you didn't like — you muttered.

The smile disappeared from his face.

— It was Lewis, wasn't it? — you whispered, approaching him.

— Lewis is my driver, I always like to see him — Toto tried to deflect.

— But not with me.

He swallowed hard.

— Y/N…

— Do you think I didn't notice the way you were looking at me while I was talking to my friend? — you asked, putting emphasis on the last word.

— Which way?

— Filled with jealousy.

You expected him to hit you back with some ironic remark or even a serious line. However, Toto continued to stare at you, jaw clenched. You took another step forward, lifting your face to look him straight in the eye.

— Are you jealous, Toto? — you asked seriously.

— Yes, Y/N. I am jealous.

The answer had you tilting your face to the side, holding back a disbelieving laugh.

— I thought I was just a casual fuck for you, Toto.

— I thought so too, Y/N — he mumbled — But I was wrong.

You blinked in disbelief.

— Wrong?

— When I saw you with Lewis, I felt like something had been taken from me. Something that was mine.

The last word made you swallow hard.

— I was never yours, Toto — you countered seriously.

— Funny, I remember you clearly saying you were mine — he replied with a smug smile on his lips.

— When?

He approached you.

— The last time we fucked — he said in a low voice — You were riding on top of me, my hands on your gorgeous tits. You looked so beautiful with my cock inside you, your cheeks flushed, your eyes rolling…

The raw description made you feel a familiar sensation in your belly.

— Funny, I don't remember that.

— I asked you who made you feel that way and you moaned my name so beautifully I almost came right away. However, you kept whispering, while moving your hips. Saying that I was the best, that you wanted to stay there forever — Toto took another step, his face inches from yours — That you were mine.

— You lost any rights you might have had on me the moment you reduced what we had to casual fucking.

— I know, Y/N.

— Then why do you insist?

— Because I regret saying that.

— So prove me.

— Come here — Toto replied, pulling you towards him, capturing your lips in a not-so-gentle kiss. Squeezing your hips with his hands, Toto pressed his body against yours, as if all the closeness in the world wasn't enough. Your hands moved up his arms, past his muscular shoulders under his white shirt, to the back of his neck, scratching the skin with your nails.

Immersed in that sea of sensations, you didn't even notice that Toto was leading you back into the bathroom, groping blindly for the handle to close the door. Alone inside the cubicle, he wrapped his hands around your waist and, on impulse, sat you on top of the white marble sink. His hands caressed your legs exposed through the generous slits of your dress, while you played with the dark strands of Toto's hair using your fingertips.

— You're mine — he growled, between kisses on the exposed skin of her neck — Only mine.

Any defenses you had mounted against him had fallen.

On your lips, a single answer.

— I'm yours — you whispered in response.

The sensual touch gave way to a more desperate exploration. Toto's hands were everywhere, as if he didn't want to leave any part of your body untouched by him. With your chest pressed against his, you felt completely intoxicated by all those sensations. The heat of his arms encircling you, his lips on your neck, the strong musky scent he was wearing.

Lifting your dress to your waist, he pulled you to the edge of the sink, spreading your legs even wider. Then, stepping between them, he began to unbutton his own pants, revealing his underwear marked by the contour of his erection. But instead of undressing, he looked up at you.

— Do you want to do this? — Toto whispered to you, his nose brushing yours.

— Yes — you replied, sliding your hand down his torso until you reached his underwear. With a firm downward pull, you released his cock, completely hard. The sight had you biting your bottom lip hard, feeling anticipation building in your core. You needed it the same way you needed air to breathe.

— Then be quiet for me, babydoll.

You nodded, opening your legs even wider. The cold air on your damp panties sent a shiver across your skin, accompanied by a rush of adrenaline. Placing one of his hands on your thigh to keep it in place, he pulled the lace aside, positioning himself at your entrance and looking up at you, a smug smile on his lips. Then he entered you all at once, making you choke back a cry at the sudden sensation of him inside you, pain and pleasure mixed together.

— Hush — he said through gritted teeth — You don't want anyone to hear you, do you?

— Toto — you moaned softly, digging your nails into the white shirt he wore.

— Do you want all those people to know how naughty you are, babydoll? — he asked again, slowly moving his hips against yours, almost as if he wanted to torture you with the pleasurable sensation that only he was capable of providing you.

You couldn't form any coherent sentences. Only low mewls and moans escaped your lips, your effort to remain silent as Toto had asked you to become increasingly defiant.

— You don't want Lewis to know that you left him behind because you wanted to feel this cock inside you, do you? — he whispered, taking one more slow thrust, pulling another choked groan from your throat.

You didn't have the courage to open your mouth to answer him. You knew you couldn't. Your body was ready to betray you and release a guttural scream of pleasure. However, the thought of all the people who were scattered around the house hearing what you were doing inside that bathroom with Toto made you just nod your head.

This was not what he wanted.

Grabbing your chin with one hand, Toto made you look at him, his brown eyes darker than ever.

— I want to hear your answer, Y/N — he said in a low tone.

— No — you whispered, your voice shaky, as if you were afraid of what might come out of your lips.

He smiled, releasing her face and leaning his forehead against hers.

— Good girl — he replied, putting his hands back on your legs to keep them in place. Then, without warning, he accelerated the movement of his hips against your pussy in a fast, relentless and irresistible rhythm. Resisting the urge to scream his name at the top of your lungs, you pulled him by the back of his neck towards your lips in a deep kiss, lulled by the wet sound that filled the room.

— Who makes you feel so good? —  he asked, his lips brushing yours.

You wanted to scream his name at the top of your lungs. No one else knew how to make you feel that way. No man you'd slept with in your life was capable of what he did. But a part of you wanted to tease him. And you couldn't resist the temptation to poke at his ego.

— I don't know — you returned.

Toto blinked, slowing the pace he was moving in and out of you.

— What?

— I'd need to test it out with another guy before giving a verdict, perhaps Lewis — you said with a mischievous grin on your face.

— You want to test it out with Lewis, do you? — he asked, completely pulling out of you. The feeling of emptiness had you moving your hips over the cool marble, uncomfortable. However, soon you felt his tip against your folds, teasing you.

— Yes.

— I doubt you can do that — Toto said, pressing his cock against your clit, causing you to bite your bottom lip hard.

— Why? — you muttered, feeling your legs tremble with the stimulation he made against your most sensitive spot.

— Because I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll be regretting even thinking about it.

You just smiled.

— Then make me regret it, Wolff.

Again he entered you without warning, a gasp escaping your throat. The sound made Toto's hand fly to your neck, squeezing your skin lightly. His eyes were locked on yours, concentration causing a bead of sweat to trickle down his temple.

— Silence, doll.

Using your neck for support, he moved roughly inside you again, his cock touching your sweetest spot with each thrust. Parting your lips in a silent scream, you felt the pressure in your abdomen build like a bubble. And it was only a matter of time before it exploded.

— Toto — you whispered, digging your nails into the fabric of the white shirt he wore — I'll…

— Cum for me, babydoll — he replied, releasing your neck and bringing his hand to your clit, massaging it in the same rhythm of his thrusts.

Those words were the key to your orgasm come like a tsunami, waves of pleasure going from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. Biting down hard on your lower lip, you managed to turn what would have been a scream of pleasure into a muffled moan, almost a sob.

With your mind completely clouded, you didn't even notice that Toto continued to move inside you, feeling your walls contract around his cock. It was all it took for him to reach his own orgasm and release himself inside you, the sensation of the hot, thick cum passing almost unnoticed through your body, which was still numb with pleasure.

For a few minutes, what could be heard inside the cubicle was the heavy breathing of the two of you. Until Toto looked up at you, bringing his fingers to your face and brushing a strand of hair clinging to the sweat of your forehead.

— Did I convince you?

You raised an eyebrow, confused.

— Of what?

— That you're mine — he leaned his forehead against yours — And that I'm yours.

The last sentence made you smile. Bringing your hands up to Toto's face, your thumbs caressed his skin.

— Yes, you did.

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Marvel ↴

Dating Bucky Barnes but being Sam Wilson's best friend

Dating Doctor Strange would include..

Dating Bucky Barnes would include..

Dating Sinister Strange would include..

Dating Defender Strange would include..

We weren't meant to be, so let me go. (Sinister Strange x reader)

Made for Kill. (Peter Parker x hydra!reader)

Vikings ↴

Ivar the Boneless│Fluff alphabet

Arcane ↴

The night we felt true love. (Cassandra Kiramman x fem!reader)

Arcane characters as love stereotypes.

Arcane characters as Disney couple.

Dating Ekko but Vi has a crush on you…

Twilight ↴

10 things Edward Cullen loves about you

TWILIGHT characters as love tropes

Twilight characters dating islamic reader

hot chocolate (bella swan x fem!reader)

undying love (paul lahote x fem!vampire!reader)

dating headcanons (jacob black x imprint!human!reader)

Harry Potter↴

coming soon...

Raya and the Last Dragon ↴

Dating Namaari would include..

My hero academia ↴

I won't let anyone hurt you! (Bakugou x reader)

Onward ↴

Ian Lightfoot having a crush on you would include..

Gravity Falls ↴

Cuddling with Dipper Pines HC’s

Perfect. (Dipper Pines x shy!reader)

Love languages with Gravity Falls characters

Jealous HC's with Gravity Falls characters

Dipper Pines│Fluff Alphabet

The Basketball Diaries ↴

Dating Jim Carroll would include...

Dawn of the Planet of the Apes↴

Dating Blue eyes would include...

Blue eyes│Fluff Alphabet

Peter Pan 2003↴

Dating Peter Pan would include...

Peter pan being obsessed with you would include...

Vis a Vis (Locked Up)↴

Vis a Vis characters dating headcanons

Turning Red↴

Dating Ming Lee would include..

My Little Pony ↴

my MLP headcanons!

Lego Ninjago movie ↴

Dating Jay Walker would include...

Lego Ninjago characters as eye color wallpaper (tik tok trend)

Lego Friends (Friends: Girls on a Mission) ↴

Lego Friends characters and their sexuality HC's

Lego Friends dating HC's

8 mile ↴

Cuddling with Jimmy Smith Jr HCs

Dating Jimmy Smith Jr would include..

Don’t worry (Jimmy Smith Jr x reader)

Touchstarved B-rabbit x touchstarved reader hc’s

The Collector↴

Dating Arkin O’Brien would include...

Rise of the Guardians↴

Dating Jack Frost would include...

DATING HEADCANONS WITH BUNNYMUND FROM RISE OF THE GUARDIANS

Team Fortress 2 ↴

Dating Scout/Jeremy would include...

Inception ↴

Dating Robert Fischer would include..

Robert Fischer│Fluff alphabet

His guardian angel.

Chain the Night. (Robert Fischer x reader)

American Pie ↴

Dating American pie characters would include...

The Devil All the Time↴

Yandere TDATT characters being in love with you would include…

The Treasure Planet ↴

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IT 2017↴

your lips, my lips. apocalypse. (henry bowers x reader)

Saltburn ↴

game 00.1 (felix catton x reader)

Rampage 2018 ↴

Dating Harvey Russell would include..

WRECK - IT RALPH ↴

Dating Sergeant Calhoun would include...

PEN15 ↴

Dating PEN15 characters would include...

SAW ↴

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The Batman 2022↴

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Fate: The Wings Saga↴

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After↴

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Actors/Celebrity ↴

Dating male celebrities would include...

Cillian Murphy

Fluff alphabet  

‘Morning’   

Electric touch

Dating Cillian Murphy would include..

Elizabeth Olsen

Dating Elizabeth Olsen would include..

Beautiful 

Sam Worthington

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Britain Dalton

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Alex Høgh Andersen

Alex Høgh Andersen│Fluff alphabet

Robert Pattinson

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Eminem

Dating Eminem would include...

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Disney characters as boyfriends/girlfriends

Disney princesses and their sexualities, my headcanons

Disney/Pixar characters dating hc’s

love headcanons for the great prince | bambi

cinnamon girl (frozen 2 elsa x northuldra reader)

puck and pirouette (inside out 2 riley andersen x fem!reader)

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Namaari: Geeze Raya, you are the most jealous woman I know- 😩

Raya: you know other women??? 😒

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OMG SHUT UP I THINK HAVE 😭 SAME BRAIN BC THIS IS SO RAYA

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[whatdoeseverybodywant]

You're the Only Girl for Me - Chapter 17

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5 months later...

July 16th 2021

Airielle glared over at where Josh was standing talking to the rookie that just got called up from NXT. Y’all are not together anymore. He can talk to who he wants, she thought. She looked over at Trinity when she sat down. Airielle rolled her eyes at the smirk on Trin’s face. 

“What Trin?” She said with more attitude than necessary. She had to real reason to be upset though. She had broken up with Josh and he was allowed to date freely now. Just thinking about him dating someone else had her left eye twitching. 

“Damn girl. I’m sorry.” Trin laughed and looked over to where Airielle was glaring at. “I’m still so confused. Not even five months ago, y’all were happy as hell.” 

“Yeah well,” she shrugged. “Things change” Was all she said as  she looked back over in Josh’s direction. She arched an eyebrow at him when they made eye contact and scoffed when he smirked and winked at her. He said one last thing to the rookie before making his way over to where Airielle and Trin were sitting. 

“Sup Trin. He said as he sat down. “Airielle.” Airielle rolled her eyes and grabbed her purse, pretending to look for something. Trinity rolled her eyes, tired of the two of them already, 

“Anyway. Samantha wants to have a girls night tonight, you in?” She asked Airielle. 

“I can’t. I have a date tonight.” Airielle said, looking at Josh out of the corner of her eye. 

“What? With who?” Josh asked, turning his attention to Airielle. He clenched his jaw when she smirked over at him. 

“Why, Jealous?” She asked, chuckling when he glared at her. “I have to go film my Total Divas introduction. I’ll catch up with you later.” She said to Trinity as she stood up from the table and walked away. 

“It’s been five months, what the hell happened between y’all. Y’all were so in love.” 

“Still am,” Josh said as he turned his head in the direction Airielle had gone off to. 

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“Why you aint tell me you could bowl like that?” Airielle shrugged and let out a laugh as Raymond pushed her a little. “Girl you hustled me out of fifty dollars.” 

“Why you ain’t tell me you sucked at bowling?” She teased back. “I ain’t never seen so many gutter balls in my life.” She said as they walked off the elevator of the hotel and started walking towards her floor. 

“Well shit. Aint nobody tell you so look so good tonight.” Raymond said as he checked out Airielle. She rolled her eyes playfully then froze at the sight of Josh leaning against the wall next to her room door, he had his head turned and was staring straight at them. 

She watched as he narrowed his eyes once they fell on Airielle and Raymond linked hands. 

“What are you doin’?” He asked her confused, eyes still trained on their hands. Airielle sighed and let go of Raymond's hand and folded her arms over her chest. 

“What are you doing out here?” 

“What are you doing?” He asked again, ignoring her question. Raymond looked between the two of them. 

“Imma just go.” He said, scoffing when Airielle wouldn’t break her staring contest with Josh. 

“You said we was moving too fast and you needed time to heal yourself.” He pointed in the direction Raymond had gone off to. “Going on a date with another man ain’t healing yourself Airielle.” 

Airielle sighed and unlocked her hotel door with the key card and held the door open for Josh to enter. 

“So what you was gon fuck him tonight then text me telling me how much you miss me?” Airielle scoffed as she sat on the bed to take her heels off. 

“First off, it wasn’t actually a date other people were there too and I do miss you Josh.” Josh let out a sigh and crossed the room, crouching down in front of her so they were eye to eye with each other. 

“So what are we doing then?” Airielle shrugged and let out a groan, throwing herself back on the bed, covering her face with her hands.  “You was there for me when I was going through all the shit with Tracy, why won't you let me be there for you now?”  Josh sighed when he heard Airielle sniffle. He grabbed one of her arms and pulled her back into a seated position. 

“I can’t do this right now.” She whispered, tears sliding down her face. “I love you, I really do but.” She sighed  “You have to give me time.. I want to be the best version of myself for you.” 

“Fine.” Josh nodded, giving her a kiss on her forehead before standing up and walking towards the door. He opened it and turned back around. “Don’t let me catch you with homeboy again Airielle.” He blew her a kiss before walking out of the room.

soooo.... how we feeling about this chapter?

I tried to just make chapter 16 the last chapter, but I just love this couple so much lol.

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[f0point5]

This chapter felt kinda iluminating in many ways...

I have to admit that I had to go back to Max his last text to understand why she wrote her answer the way she did. When I first read his words I didn't even think too much about it. Like I didn't feel it was sulky or anything at first. But her reaction made me realize he probably was. And tbh, after not showing any kind of reaction to her dating someone, his response did stick out and ofc she picks up on it. So he's letting his idgaf attitude slip a little. And it absolutely fits the weekend he's had.

On the other hand I feel like her reacting the way she did was pretty telling too. She knows about the shit weekend he's had. She knows he wants her there. She could have let it slip. But she didn't! She immediately blew it up and made it bigger than she needed to make it. She writes Daniel, tells him about it and says she trusts in them and wants Max to do the same. But does she? To me it all feels like she's just as afraid of any possible change to their relationship as Max is. Maybe that's why she didn't want to tell him at first. It's so freaking good how you change this dynamic between them with tiny baby steps and make it work out so incredibly well. I'm really curious who crumbles first. 😅

It was also rather interesting to have her text Daniel. Lando's been the one she'd confided in with the Thing™️ and now she's casually texting Daniel and talking about a date. Like did she know he knows? Did she tell him? Did she assume he knows because of the gossip? Or was she sure Max said sth?

One thing became perfectly clear to me after that chapter. And maybe I was stupid to not get the notion earlier but... I'd always thought it's Max who's kinda obsessed with her, kinda dependent on her in a way. But really this goes both ways. To me she appeared to be more flippant of things, not less caring, don't get me wrong, but more chill, more layed back, joking with things. I've always understood that she'd do anything for him. But I didn't get the notion that she's just as dependent on him as it's the other way around. Now I do!!!

I think Max was doing a pretty good job playing it cool, until all his fears were realised, after a shitty weekend to boot. He wants her there, he knows she wants to be there, but she (in his mind) is putting the date ahead of that. He’s like, is this the new normal? You can’t come early because of this guy now but next time you can’t come to race weekends because of him, next you’re moving out, where does it end. I think all that went through his head and he just had to detach before he said something he’d regret.

I feel like she isn’t let it slip because in a way, she’s been waiting for this. She’s been waiting for him to have the issue everyone said he would and it’s finally happened. She’s like, ah it’s out in the open now at least.

I think she does have more trust in them, or at least, in their commitment to each other. I don’t think there’s any part of her that doesn’t believe she will always come first to Max. That’s why she brings up the instances where he’s been with other people, not because she’s jealous that those things happen, but because she’s saying “he does all this and I KNOW without a shadow of a doubt he will come back to me and put me first, he needs to trust that I can date/have a boyfriend and he will still come first”. Because yes he was with his gf on her birthday, but he threw her a birthday party, yes he sleeps with girls but he comes home to her, yes he’s messaging people on Raya but she’s the one he calls when he wants to talk. She’s very confident and secure in that bond, and she feels like he should be to that same extent. That said, there’s reasons they have different insecurities (idk if I’ll have time to explore that or even be able to in a realistic way), and she’s not really being as sensitive to that as she could be.

My headcanon is that she mentioned it to Daniel but she never knew that Max had told him first. I think she went to Daniel bc as much as Max and Lando are close, Daniel has been more of a guidance to her and to Max in their younger years. I think she was looking for more of a big brother figure in that moment, and someone who is decidedly more mature than Max to admit that he was acting immature. Maybe even someone to tell her that she was being immature.

I think Max has always come off as more dependent because he is more…maybe anxious in his attachment. But as I said earlier, I don’t think she’s any less attached to him, she’s just more confident. It’s debatable which one of them is more naive. The one who is terrified of change or the one who is adamant nothing will ever change…

[qosbaez]

Jealousy, jealousy || Ruby Soho x Saraya

Summary: Ruby and Saraya make up.

In the dimly lit corner of the bustling café, Ruby and Saraya sat facing each other, the air heavy with tension. Their recent argument still lingered between them like a shadow, casting a pall over their once vibrant relationship.

Saraya broke the silence first, her voice tentative yet filled with regret. "Ruby, I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you."

Ruby sighed, her gaze fixed on the tabletop as she picked at the frayed edges of her napkin. "I know, Raya. I'm sorry too. I just...I got caught up in my own insecurities."

Their argument had stemmed from a misunderstanding, fueled by jealousy and hurt feelings. Ruby had felt neglected as Saraya spent more and more time with Harley, leaving her feeling like she had been replaced.

Saraya reached across the table, gently taking Ruby's hand in hers. "You're not replaceable, Ruby. I love you, nothing will ever change that."

Ruby's heart swelled with emotion at Saraya's words, the warmth of her touch banishing the lingering doubts from her mind. "I missed you, Raya. I missed us."

Saraya smiled softly, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I missed you too, Ruby. More than you'll ever know."

In that moment, the walls that had sprung up between them crumbled, leaving only the raw honesty of their emotions. Their friendship was too precious to let slip away, and they were determined to make things right.

As they sat there, talking and laughing like old times, Ruby felt a weight lift from her shoulders. She realized now that her attempt to make Saraya jealous with Angelo had been a foolish mistake, driven by her own insecurities.

"I have to tell you something," Ruby began, her voice trembling with emotion. "I was just going out with Angelo to make you jealous. I was so hurt seeing you spend all your time with Harley, like you had forgotten about me."

Saraya's eyes widened in surprise, her expression softening with understanding. "Ruby, I'm so sorry. I had no idea you were feeling that way. Harley is just a friend, nothing more. I never meant to make you feel neglected."

With their feelings laid bare, Ruby and Saraya vowed to be more open and honest with each other in the future. Their love for each other was stronger than ever, forged through the trials and tribulations they had faced together.

As they left the café, arm in arm, Ruby knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she and Saraya would face them together. For in each other, they had not just found their way back to friendship, but a kind of love that would withstand the test of time.

#aew collision #aew rampage #aew fanfiction #aew dynamite #ruby riott #ruby soho #saraya #saraya knight #ruby soho x saraya #ruby soho x saraya knight #the outcasts #aew

[zot3-flopped]

Unchained is literally obsessed with harry. She’s jealous and possessive. She believes harry will date her. 🤣 she really believes she has a chance with him

She actually does think she's a contender and even claims to be a member of Raya. She says that she matched with Brad Gould but turned him down! 🤣🤣🤣

#stylesunchained

[hiro-doodlez]

Big betrayan god DAMN

🛐

Literally the jealous gurls telling rayan he is such a ban raya

IM SO CONFUSED

[mickgaydolenz]

okay sorry for not sending you my dream this morning, but anywho here it is now

the screensaver for my laptop is a photo of princess Gwen irl, and in my dream I went on to my laptop and there was princess Gwen per the norm, but she LOOKED at me, then started talking. and for a split second, I thought "oh this must be a video-playing screensaver" but she said my name!!! she went "eh! Raya it is too late to be on your laptop!! go to sleeppppppp!!! and what are you wearing?? BLEH" and I was literally speechless then I whispered "they're my pajamas...." and she started laughing like crazy 😭😭 then just stopped and told me that it was too late to try and get work done. her words were "you NEED beauty sleep! just LOOK at you!" and usually when I'm going to get work done its either at the table on my bed, and for this I was in my room, she peered over my shoulder from the screen and went "bleh" (you know the tongue thing she does) "you live like this? with all these ugly posters? I pity your situation but not enough to try and do anything." and I just closed my laptop and sat there.

an actual image of princess gwen bullying you 👆

man. MAN!!!!! i wish i had a princess gwen screensaver that talked to me, i am so jealous raya 😭. i want princess gwen to judge me and my room!!!

#raya you are so lucky to have been blessed by princess gwen #raya’s dreams :) #rhubarb asks

[miss-mania]

The Ones Who Make Corpses From Men (Pt. 2)

We had among our retinue six graduate scholars. Two pledges of the Haima Conspectus, two of the Olivinus, one Twinsage hopeful and myself as the sole prospective member of the Lazuli Conspectus. For our protection, we were sent with a sent with a small retinue of soldiers lead by one particularly acrimonious Cuckoo Knight and, for our comfort, we were provided three attendants, none of whom I recognized. I would later be informed that the attendants were under the direct service of the Synod; but one of many irregularities that seemed perfectly innocuous at the time.

I was on more-or-less friendly terms with those of my peers who had elected to join me on this assignment, with the exception of the aspiring Twinsage; Daion, a scion of the prestigious House Lysandros, was a far cry from the image of the eccentric prodigy that he took great care to project. It had taken only a few moments of being ambushed into private conversation with the man to leave me with the lasting impression that Daion, gifted and favored pupil of the masters, was nothing more than a grandiloquent dullard who possessed the admittedly remarkable ability to quickly interpret sorceries from even the most esoteric scroll and, sometimes within mere hours, demonstrate its most ostentatious spells with a proficiency that was at least adequate enough to impress those whom impressing mattered.

During the preparatory phase of our journey, Elara, one of the Olivinus pledges, had privately asked for my opinions on Daion after spending some time studying with him, only to chide me for answering with what I had intended to be a gentler version of my own private appraisal; I managed to resist the urge to discuss the rumors of his trifling with the holy and arcane arts. She playfully accused me of being jealous. I was, but not in the way she had meant.

I was close with Elara. We were both enrolled to the Academy as children based on aptitude rather than nobility, and as such shared a modest dormitory in the annex with two others. We kept odd, disparate hours, but when we were both around and awake we would ignore our studies to prattle and gossip over tea. Over the five years in total we spent living in the dormitory, we both became quite practiced in making each other laugh, which we often had to as quietly as we could manage as a courtesy to our roommates, at least one of whom always seemed to be squeezing sleep in between studies while we conversed just feet away; I was accustomed to the soft near-whisper of her voice during these hushed exchanges, and so the ebullient laughter that escaped her lips after she teased me took me by complete surprise, flooding me with the myriad undulating and abstruse feelings that writhed and welled up within my belly and that seemed to come and go randomly; but there, packing our bags with the twilight of what would end up being our last evening at Raya Lucaria spilling through the tattered voile curtains into our little room, I finally noticed the pattern and I knew it could not be unnoticed. The peculiar sensations, which I then lacked the emotional acuity to identify or describe, shared a common factor in their occurence. They came whenever I returned to the dormitory to find Elara sleeping. Whenever we sat together and said nothing because nothing needed to be said. Whenever she wasn't there but I wished she were.

I feel them now even as I write these words, and still find them just as challenging to make sense of now that they are mired and mixed-in with sentimentality, remorse and what feels like a million more unnamed ur-feelings that become stripped of meaning the moment I attempt to give them name or form.

"You don't have to be jealous." You had told me when you had finished laughing. I didn't think I had outwardly reacted to your prodding until you handed me my small hand-mirror to pack and I saw my own flushed cheeks in the reflection. "I merely find his insights into the meteoric glintstone sorceries have a…sort of perspective that I lack, I suppose. It's not like I particularly enjoy his company or think he's the genius everyone else seems to. You two are actually more alike than I think you care to realize, Auri."

She was right, of course, and during our journey I began to truly appreciate Daion's eclectic talent. Were it not for him, I would likely not be writing this; I would have been devoured by a giant land octopus, butchered by Kaiden mercenaries, or perhaps torn apart by the pale, spindly arms of that Albinauric monstrosity. It was because of Daion that any of us survived at all.

#hello this is part 2 #I will be posting a sketch of Elara later tonight #elden ring fanfic #elden ring oc