#Miss Intercontinental

[themakeupbrush]

Miss Intercontinental Indonesia 2023 National Costume

[machobusta]

Macho Man Randy Savage answers questions from the audience. Tuesday Night Titans June 4, 1986

[k-s-morgan]

Hi! Thank you all who reached out to me via notes, asks, comments, and messages. Your support has kept me warm in the worst moments.

My cat Simura passed away in the morning of November 15. I'd like to make a post about her and my pets in general, but probably later. I loved her, will love her always, and her absence hurts so much that I can't express it properly.

A few days later, I lost my job. For the second time this year. Once again, my entire department has been let go because the company decided to change its area of focus.

Then, Russia has fired an intercontinental missile at us. Dnipro city took the hit. Fortunately, the missile itself wasn't filled with nuclear explosives, but Russia keeps saying the next one will be, so that got me really down, too.

I spent a few days feeling completely defeated - so many bad things just keep happening all at once, it's a nightmare.

I'm trying to be carefully optimistic, though. I rescued a new cat from the streets. She's old, very affectionate, and sick, and some assholes kicked her out in the cold. She's undergoing treatment at the vet currently, but hopefully, this week, I will be able to take her home. My last salary + your Patreon and PayPal support allow me to take care of her needs until I find a new job, so thank you so much for it.

I passed two stages of a job interview, and I expect to get an offer any day now. I don't want to be overly presumptuous - there were times when I was sure everything would be fine and then it wasn't, but still, I'm hopeful.

I'm finally feeling a bit better, so this week, I'm going back to fic writing and to Tumblr. I missed you, my characters and my settings, so I'm relieved to feel okay enough to treat myself to my hobbies again.

[f1byjessie]

A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS ━━ LN4.

sometimes the right words are hard to come across, and sometimes everything you need to say can be captured in an image.

( lando norris x photographer!reader )

━━ part nine.

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mclaren As we get closer and closer to the start of the 2024 season, we thought we’d take the time to introduce new fans to the team that works behind the scenes! Starting us off, we have Y/N L/N, our personal paddock photographer! Y/N has been here with us at McLaren since 2019, and is the genius mind behind many of the photos we’ve posted throughout the years. She’s an important part of our community and helps tremendously in not only capturing our drivers in action, but also in getting the other behind the scenes members of our team the recognition they deserve. We’re glad to have her back here with us in Bahrain, and we can’t wait to see what beautiful concoctions she comes up with this year! 🧡

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user if there is 100 y/n fans, i am one of them. if there is one y/n fan, it is me. if there are no y/n fans, i have died.

user love love LOVE that mclaren takes the time to recognize the hard work of everyone who supports the drivers

↳ user i feel like f1 promotes the racers, team principals, and pit crew so much and forgets about everyone else that makes sure these teams are able to function so seamlessly

user CAN WE GET A MEET THE ADMIN POST TOO??? 👀👀👀

user i bumped into y/n back in silverstone 2021, like literally bumped into her, and she was so sweet!!

user she’s my photography inspo 🤩

user her dedication to the mclaren team is so apparent when you think about the fact that she DOESN’T get the same recognition as the drivers, but she has chosen to work for them for what will be 6 years as of this season. she could have easily move to a different formula 1 team or even another sport entirely, but she still comes back and that’s a dedicated artist

↳ user the fact that she did a little stint over at manchester city fc and STILL chose to come back to mclaren even tho i imagine f1 has a much harsher and stricter schedule with the intercontinental travel than football does

user this is who we have to thank for all those beautiful shots of lando??? cuz if so, bless her omg 🙏🙏🙏

user in this household we appreciate the crew that works tirelessly to keep us entertained

user so tired of seeing ppl disregard her skill as a photographer just bc of who she’s dating

↳ user OMG SAME

yourusername glad to be here, can’t wait to travel the world with these amazing people 🧡

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oscarpiastri so glad you’ve gotten over your temporary obsession with blue 😁

↳ yourusername so glad you haven’t lost your ability to get on my last nerve 😁

↳ oscarpiastri so glad you’re still insufferable even on your best days 😁

↳ yourusername now that’s a comeback i can be proud of 🥹

user MISSED THESE LADS OH MY DAYS

user ONE DAY UNTIL TESTING GUYS

user oscar looking fine asf these days 😩 that winter break treated him well

mclaren The boys are back in town!

↳ yourusername dare i say my milkshake brought them to the yard?

↳ mclaren It certainly called us 😍

↳ yourusername you flatter me mclaren admin 😌

↳ mclaren Only the best for our best 😘

user that’s some pretty intense eye contact from lando in the last image…

↳ user he ain’t even looking at the camera

↳ user nah bruv is def looking at y/n 👀👀

↳ user I NEED THEM TO GET OVER WHATEVER HAPPENED AND GO BACK TO BEING FRIENDS CUZ I MISS THE BANTER IN THE COMMENTS

↳ user i think we should probably respect their privacy and understand that something happened (presumably in the off season) that we weren’t privy to. so long as they can both maintain professionalism around one another, they don’t have to do or “get over” anything. does it suck to see two very close friends no longer get along in the way they used to? absolutely. but we don’t know what happened or if anything even did happen. in the event that something did, we don’t know who’s involved or who, if anyone, is at fault. they’re both justified in choosing to end a friendship due to a falling out, or even if they just grew distant. but even as i say all of this, it’s still speculation.

↳ user we don’t actually know if they aren’t friends any longer or if they’ve just moved their friendship off of online platforms. it should be noted that y/n is very publicly dating someone, and idk about you, but i know firsthand how delusional fans can be. her bf’s fans could easily attack her over banter with another man, and lando’s fans could just as easily start reading into that same banter which runs the very real possibility of putting all three of them in an awkward situation where y/n is being shipped with a man that ISN’T her bf.

↳ user what about the banter she has with the mclaren admin? 🤔

↳ user context is super important here. the flirting between y/n and the mclaren admin is very obviously fake. it has been from the beginning, and when ppl “ship” the two of them together it’s for the bit and to play along with their fake bromance. lando and y/n have both been legitimately shipped together since they both started working with mclaren, which changes the undertone of the shipping comments bc ppl often genuinely misconstrue their banter as REAL flirting.

user why do comment sections related to y/n always turn into debate sessions

↳ user REAL like ain’t no way i’m reading all that

user oscar’s hair sticking up in every picture is my roman empire

user I’VE BEEN MISSING THE ORANGE I’M SO GLAD IT’S BACK 🧡🧡🧡

user wait i didn’t even realize until now that this is the first post in like a month that’s actually had public comments turned on

↳ user probably bc her bf’s loser fans have finally stopped harassing her

jackgrealish must be nice having all that sun 😒

↳ yourusername it really is, bet you’re jealous

Testing goes fine, until it doesn’t.

“A drain cover?” Lando’s voice echoes across the garage. “Another fucking drain cover?”

You purse your lips.

Yesterday, he’d been upset on Oscar’s behalf when they’d cancelled the remainder of the morning session after only a couple hours to solve the problem of the track’s dislodged pieces. He’d complained and cussed out the incompetence, and then reassured Oscar that things would be better for the third day.

But the third day is here now, and he’s even more upset now being told to pit after a measly thirty minutes for the same issue.

“This is the second fucking time━” he cuts himself off with an angry huff and runs his hands roughly through the curls of his hair, letting his fingers catch on the tangles and yanking through them in his frustration. Sweat glistens on his furrowed brow. His cheeks are still flushed from the heat of the car.

It’s the most emotion you’ve seen from him since you’ve come back.

The time you’ve already spent in Bahrain has been stilted at best. Lando continues to stick with his attempts at avoiding you, but it’s harder to do so here when your hotel rooms are on the same floor and you’re limited to the confines of the garage for most of the day. Even when he isn’t in the car, there’s not a lot to do wandering around the paddock and even if there was they’ve encouraged him to stay where he can easily be reached.

You’re trying not to be smug about it, but every time you glance over your shoulder and catch him watching you━ catch him quickly looking away when your eyes meet and he realizes he’s been caught━ you feel pleased.

If there’s one thing you’ve learned about Lando, it’s that he’s always got a limit.

If you wait long enough, stand your ground and prove that you really have no intentions whatsoever of giving in and breaking the ice between the two of you, eventually he’ll cave. When he realizes he won’t get what he wants, that he’ll have to actually put in the effort to repair what he’s broken rather than having it magically fix itself, he’ll have no other choice but to do so.

“They might not cancel the session,” Oscar chimes in, attempting to placate his aggravated teammate. “Since they already had to yesterday, I doubt they’ll do it again today.”

Unfortunately, that doesn’t actually calm Lando down at all. If anything, it just reminds him again of the fact that this is the second time this same complication has happened which has him huffing angrily again and running his hands through his tangled curls even rougher.

You wince at that.

Andrea, McLaren’s team principal, steps forward. “Take a breath,” he orders, resting a heavy hand on Lando’s shoulder. “Go walk a lap around the garage or something, whatever, but I need you to calm down.”

You’re prepared for that to be the end of it, but then Andrea looks over and catches your eye. “Y/N,” he says, nodding his head towards Lando. “You go with him. Keep him out of trouble.”

Well.

You like to think you do a much better job at keeping your emotions off of your face than Lando, which isn’t hard when his features scrunch up into a pained scowl at Andrea’s words, but you can feel the pinch of your own eyebrows furrowing and the smile you send towards the team principal probably looks more like a grimace if Oscar pursed lips in your peripherals is anything to go by.

Lando storms out and you follow reluctantly after him.

He can’t really go very far, not if he wants to be within a reasonable distance when━ if━ they call him back to continue the morning testing session. So he paces back and forth and back and forth just outside the garage’s exit out into the paddock.

Your phone tells you that ten minutes pass like this. It’s the longest you’ve been alone with him in a while and his distraction lets you focus on the finer details that you’ve missed when he’s going out of his way to avoid you.

There are deep, dark, bruise-like circles that hang heavily beneath his eyes. His skin is sun-kissed and tanned from his time out catching rays during his travels, but there’s a pale pallor beneath the added color that makes him look sick. Despite his current anger and the tension coiled in his muscles just waiting to lash out and strike, his shoulders seem to droop beneath the invisible weight of whatever he’s carrying with him.

He looks small.

Lando’s always been on the shorter side, but he’s never before looked small. Not like this. Never like this.

The longer you watch, the more the back and forth pacing starts to transform into the anxious stride of a cornered animal.

You aren’t arrogant enough to assume he’s like this because of you entirely, but it does occur to you that maybe he’s having just as rough of a time as you are with the newfound distance between yourselves.

You watch him silently, for a little while longer, observing the way his stride hitches every few steps and he just barely manages to stop himself from stumbling over his own feet. He’s still running his hands through his hair. By the seventh time he practically claws his fingers through his curls you heave a sigh.

“Quit that,” you snap.

“Quit what?” He fires back with just as much bite.

You roll your eyes. “You’re gonna rip your hair out if you keep pulling on it like that.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” he stops in his tracks and turns on his heel to face you with a sneer. His words drip with sarcasm. “I forgot you must be used to Grealish now, right? And I bet he’s got at least a ten-step hair care routine. I wonder, does he use unicorn sweat and essence of rainbow to keep it that smooth and bright? There’s no other possible way!”

“You’re being an asshole, Lando.”

“My sincerest apologies,” he says. “How could I ever think Grealish would use unicorn sweat of all things? He uses pixies tears, my mistake.”

You’re not sure how a few words managed to turn into this━ you’d just wanted him to stop pulling at his hair. It looked painful and he’s always been a bit tender headed. Now, instead, you can feel the anger bubbling up inside you and it seems like Lando’s frustrations about the testing delay, and your friendship with Jack apparently, have made things worse.

Like throwing gasoline onto a flame.

You scowl, “Seriously. You’re being a fucking prick.”

He throws his arms up into the air, “Why not just run off to Grealish then? Since he seems to be your new best friend and you tell him everything.”

If your life were a movie, this is the moment in time when the stars would align and fate would force everything to position itself perfect in place. Like the pieces of a puzzle, it would all work out and you’d calmly explain to Lando what happened back in January with Garrett and Manchester City, and he’d understand immediately and apologize, and you’d hug it out and then both return to the garage just in time for them to announce the testing session would re-commence.

But your life isn’t a movie, and reality feels significantly different to the scripted perfection of fiction.

The precarious security of the perch you’ve settled yourself upon comes crashing down, and the tentative balance you’ve managed to maintain since the start of February when you were back in papaya again shatters with it. Something inside you snaps. The dam has burst and everything held back comes rushing to the front like a torrential wave.

“At least he was there for me when some prick blackmailed me into a relationship at the threat of my livelihood,” you snarl.

Lando pauses for a moment. He makes a couple different faces before settling on a mix between pissed off and confused, and his arms cross over his chest. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I didn’t want to be in a relationship with Garrett Ward, Lando!” You exclaim. “He threatened that if I didn’t pretend to be his girlfriend, he’d fake some misconduct rumor and ruin my career and I was too afraid to say no because this is all I have!”

This isn’t how you’d wanted it all to go down. You’d always imagined you’d get the satisfaction of an apology, and that Lando would get drunk on cheap wine with you like old times, and you’d explain what all happened with the confidence of being a little tipsy and you wouldn’t feel ashamed because Lando’s your best friend and he’d reassure you that you did what you had to, and then you’d listen to him shit talk Garrett for the rest of the night. In the morning, he’d have some idea of how to fix it all without ruining your career, and then you’d be able to put it all behind you and go back to how things were before the winter off-season ever started.

This is far from that, but there’s a sense of relief that comes nonetheless from getting it all off your chest to Lando━ to the person you’ve wanted to talk to from the very beginning

You feel tears burning your eyes, blurring your vision. “I can barely pay my rent as is, and I’m only actually living there for a few dumb months out of the year anyway. Do you know how much worse it would be if I got kicked from McLaren too? Nobody else in the country would hire me if he followed through with what he was threatening.”

“Well,” Lando shrugs his shoulders, looking properly chastised. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I fucking tried, you muppet!” You throw your arms up in exasperation and then wipe at your eyes in frustration when the tears start to roll down your cheeks. “I called you every day for a week and you ignored me! I sent you text after text after fucking text━” your voice breaks, “━and you didn’t even read them! Did you know I locked myself in the bathroom and cried every single day I had to work there?”

You glare at him.

“The only thing that made it better was Jack fucking Grealish coming into my office and telling me I could at least go to him if I ever needed anything,” you snap. “So fuck off with this whole holier than thou bullshit. You left me, and Jack took your place because I was drowning!”

“Y/N…”

Crying hadn’t been a part of your plan, but the tears won’t stop now that they’re going. It’s embarrassing. You’re already worried about just how many people heard you shouting, and now you’re even more worried about someone coming back to look for you both and finding you sobbing your eyes out.

“I’m sorry━”

Lando’s arms wrap around you, warm and strong and sure.

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━━ a/n: and there we have it folks. lando is finally back in the picture! this part was a lot of fun to write, because i've been waiting for this moment since the initial fallout in the beginning. on that note, i finished getting it all whipped up this morning while watching the qualis, so if there are any mistakes that i haven't caught that's why. i was a bit distracted, so please pretend they aren't there haha!

[bloodlineee1]

"you gonna let me fuck you with this championship on baby?"

Pairing: Jey Uso x Reader.

Warnings: smut Minors DNI 18+

"Baby, where you at?" Y/n boyfriend, Jey, yelled downstairs.

He just landed home from California, and he just won his first singles title y/n was very proud and tonight she's gonna show him just how proud of him she was.

"I'm up here baby," she yelled back to him checking her boobs in the mirror and applying more lipgloss.

she decorated their bedroom with black and gold balloons to match his title and a gold sign that said "congratulations" hanging above their bed that had gifts and flower petals spread across it.

he walks into the room with a smile evident wearing his airport outfit and a sweatsuit, his suitcase in one hand and his championship in the other.

"Hey, Mr. Intercontinental Champion." she smiles walking up to him and kissing him.

"wassup baby, all this for me?" he put his arm around her waist resting his hand on her butt and looking into her eyes.

"mhmm I picked you up a few things you deserve it baby" She kisses him once more.

"thank you I appreciate you and I can't wait to see what you got me love, but I ain't talking about my gifts I'm talking about this outfit you wearing." he kisses y/n and smacks her ass.

y/n decided to finally bring out the black lingerie that Jey bought her pairing it with gold Cartier jewelry he gifted for her birthday jey always loves to spoil her and most likely bought her something while on the road even though he just won a championship.

"You welcome baby, you know I had to give you a show after you gave a show last night, Do you like it?" she drags her hand up his growing print staring into his eyes.

"mhmm, you gonna let me take it off you? he bites his lips staring into her soul.

"After a bath and dinner your bath is ready and I'm gonna get started on dinner now" She kissed him y/n was obsessed with his lips she'd never get tired of his kisses.

"you cooking?" he makes a confused face because y/n can't cook for shit.

"Don't worry about just take these clothes off and relax"

"Are you sure cause you know I'm fine with a little waffle house"

"take these clothes off and relax Baby"

"alright, alright"

y/n set the table up while Jey was in the bath she ordered his favorite meal from their local steak house and a bottle of champagne to celebrate his recent success.

30 minutes later

"dinner was nice huh?" y/n massages his shoulders.

"mhm delicious baby" he leans his head back to get a kiss.

"I'm glad you liked it" she kisses him.

"thank you for making me feel special." he closes his eyes, enjoying his massage.

"of course baby, I'm so proud of you, the championship looks sexy on you" y/n drags her hand down his chest to his waist to touch his championship and back up to his shoulders.

"Since I look so good you gonna let me fuck you with this championship on baby?" he looks up biting his lip and staring at her.

"Can we do that?" they laugh.

"They won't know" he smiles.

"Okay come on" she giggles and runs up the stairs.

Jey runs behind her after grabbing his title and taking a gulp of his champagne.

Upstairs

“Mhmm kiss it baby” Jey says towering over with his title around his hips and his dick holding it up.

She kisses his pre-cum cover tip before kissing his title leaving a lip gloss stain.

“Good girl” he grabs her by the neck and leans down to kiss her.

“you've been a good girl all night let Me reward you baby get on the bed."

"Tonight was supposed to be about you, what do you want?"

"I want to make you feel good that's what I want" He starts to kiss down her face, trailing his kisses to her neck slipping his hand into her shorts, and she gasps, feeling him rub against her clit.

"I missed you, you miss me?." He kisses her shoulder, pushing two of his fingers inside of her.

"Oh fuck, so much.." She moaned, throwing her head back.

"This pussy missed me. You hear it?" He grunted, moving his fingers in her quicker.

The sounds of his finger moving her juices around could be heard along with y/n sweet moans.

"Fuck, don't do that." He groaned as she clenched around his fingers.

"Mm, baby fuck." She moaned, rolling her hips on his fingers, and he smirked.

He curved his fingers, reaching her spot and her eyes rolled back.

"Keep your eyes on me." He gripped her neck, forcing her to look at him.

"You so pretty." He bites his lips.

"Don't stop please, oh my godddddd." She cried out, and he drove his fingers into her harder, making her legs shake.

"Look at me," He told her, holding her face.

"Baby I'm cumming." She whimpered.

"No. No, don't cum. Look at me don't make me tell you again." Jey grabbed her neck.

y/n gasped, squirting before she could stop herself.

"Oh my god I'm sorry," She softly cried.

"it's okay baby you deserve it." he kisses y/n forehead.

"thank you Daddy" She puckers her lips for a kiss.

"mhmm get in position mama" he kisses her and smacks her ass.

She lay on her back in a missionary position.

He leaned down and kissed her with more urgency.

The kiss was sloppy as per usual.

Filled with hunger and desire.

He needed to fuck her, as she needed him to fuck her.

He spread my legs before dipping his large cock inside me. My nails dug into his shoulders as he began to stretch my walls.

"damn baby them sharp ass nails." He chuckled, as did she.

When he was fully inside, he held onto her thigh, which was pressed against his side. His other hand gathered y/n wrists and pinned them above her head.

He proceeded to slam into y/n ruthlessly.

A line of noises escaped her lips as he stretched y/n out.

her breathing began to grow heavy and inconsistent.

I grew extremely wet, he could hear how wet y/n was with each thrust.

He dipped his head in the crook of y/n neck, sucking and nibbling on the soft skin.

"You feel so fucking good, mama" He groaned against her skin as his hips moved at a rhythmic pace.

"So fucking tight and wet for me." He mumbled, moving from her neck to kiss her lips, biting and sucking on y/n bottom lip in the process.

I couldn't control the aggressive moans that fell from my tongue.

y/n eyes rolled back when he released her wrists and moved his hand to grip her throat, applying the right amount of pressure to have her walls crumbling.

y/n ears grew hot, and her face was flushed as she neared her orgasm.

"I'm going to cum." y/n cried out, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Let it go, mama, let it go," he said, slowing down his strokes letting y/n ride out her high and riding his out too releasing inside y/n and falling on top of her.

they both breathe heavily staring into each other's eyes with him still inside of her.

"I'm so proud of you baby you deserve it all" Y/n kissed his shoulder.

"thank you, mama, go pee. I'm gonna make our bath." he picks her up, places her on the toilet, and gives her a kiss.

[unintentionaloracle]

The Honorary In-Law (Part One) [Fic]

Hoo boy this took a while (so long I said "screw it" to trying to make it plausible to the current timeline of events in actual kayfabe) but now my baby is done! And boy do I need it between The Jhea Drought and whatever is happening with Zowens. (Trips why are you hurting me specifically?)

Summary: Rhea and Jey have been keeping it casual for a while. But when Jey tries to arrange a meeting with her and Sami, can Rhea handle the pressure to not screw up her new romance? And will Kevin throw a wrench in them taking their next step?

(Also I do have Liv and Dom in here and mentions of Rhea having had relationships with both of them, but I'm not tagging those so far because it's only for like, a scene and it seems rude to tag past relationships that are only mentioned in passing. IDK I can tag those if you need me to I'm so tired, y'all.)

Part One: Double Your Trouble, Double Your Fun

 Rhea chuckled mischievously, planting one last kiss on Jey's lips. She glanced down at her handiwork: his mouth coated with her black lipstick. Her own probably looked like a mess, but it was worth it. She shifted her position on the couch from pinning and straddling the Intercontinental Champion to one that allowed her to curl up on him–head on his chest–almost like a contented cat.

 She could practically feel Jey grinning ear to ear as he held her. “I know I say this every time we make out, but...damn, Rhea...”

 Rhea grinned, rubbing his chest. “Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet...” She purred.

 “...Baby, this stuff is gonna wash off easily, right?” He asked, trying to check for himself.

 Rhea laughed. “No, you'll be walking around with that for a while. I got the good stuff,” she joked. “I gotta mark my territory, after all...”

 “I mean...I could've just written “Mami” on my sunglasses...”

 “Yeah,” she looked up at him with a smirk, “but then I wouldn't have had to kiss you.”

 “...Okay, nevermind...”

 A content warmth spread through Rhea. “Although, to be fair, I've got a million excuses to kiss you...” She said, wiggling her eyebrows.

 Jey laughed. He shifted them both around so Rhea was on the couch and he was on top. “Oh really? Do you need one?”

 Rhea smirked. She cupped his face as she pressed a spellbound Jey’s forehead to hers. “Nope. Especially not if you ask me nicely...”

 “Well then...Miss Rhea Ripley, may I please kiss you?” Jey said in a low, flirty tone as leaned in for another kiss.

It was then that Priest walked into his and Rhea's hotel room. “...Really? On the only couch?” He said as they turned to see him. Then he glanced at a flustered Jey. “That’s not your shade, man.”

 “Oh, come on, Damian. We aren't even screwing yet.” Rhea replied, making Jey choke on air. “And True Abyss is absolutely his shade!”

 Damian scoffed, trying to hide a smirk as he shook his head. “Just give me some heads up next time you have your new boytoy over, okay?” He said, heading to the bathroom.

 “Oh, fine.” She turned her attention back to Jey. “I swear, sometimes he's like a brother in an annoying way. Where were we?”

 “Actually,” Jey said, putting a finger to her lips...before he appeared to remember Rhea was an absolute menace of a flirt. He removed it before she could even open her mouth to do anything with that finger. “That reminds me: there's something I wanna ask you...”

 Concern rose through her body. “What?”

 “It’s nothing bad, I was just thinking...I kinda wanna introduce you to Sami...”

 Rhea somewhat relaxed, concern replaced with confusion. “...I've met Sami, Jey...”

 “I meant re-introduce him. You know, somewhere where you're not beating him and Kevin up to help The Judgement Day? A do-over.”

 “Why?”

 “Because you're important to me. And Sami's important to me, too.”

 Rhea felt touched, but also compelled to ask: “wouldn't it make more sense to introduce me to your family first? Or re-introduce me, I guess?”

 “I mean, Sami’s practically family,” Jey said plainly. “And right now, introducing you to my family is out of the question...”

 “Not even Jimmy?”

 “Nah. We're still trying to fix things between us...”

 “Roman?”

 “I can't stand to be in the same room as him longer than I have to.”

 “Your dad?”

 “No, no. Definitely not him. Trust me.”

 Rhea sighed. “And obviously Solo and his Bloodline are also out, even if I could take them...”

 “You could, but...” Jey cupped her face, rubbing his thumb against her cheek and smudging her initials she'd written on them. “Rhea, I don't want to make you have to deal with them, too. The Bloodline takes almost every good thing I have from me,” he pressed his forehead to hers. “I don't know what I'd do if they somehow took you, too. Plus, with all the crap you've been dealing with? I’d hate to get you tangled in my family ish because of me, baby. Know what I mean?”

 Rhea blinked. She didn't think she'd be touched by such a sentiment, but here she was, thinking of all the times she had to fight the men of The Judgement Day’s battles (especially Dom’s). And now Jey was here, not asking such a thing. He never would. It'd almost make her cry, if she didn't want to spoil the mood. Especially at this phase of their relationship: the “we aren't putting labels on it yet” phase.

 So instead, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, cupping his face back. “Yeet,” she purred.

 Damian left the bathroom, but this time the lovers barely registered his presence as they lovingly stared at each other in the far more suggestive pose. “WEPA! Jey, I'm taking your hotel room key and I'm crashing in there!”

 “Uh, that might not be a good idea, Uce. Kevin's crashing with us right now, and he and Sami have been really–”

 Damian swore, mumbling something under his breath about “how can Sami still be with that guy?” before declaring “Guess I'm heading out.”

 Jey gave a thumbs up before Rhea dragged him back down for a quick kiss. “Is that a yes?” He asked.

 “Yes...” She said, tangling herself around him.

---

 The next night on Raw, Rhea prepped for her match backstage. Liv wanted to make sure Rhea couldn't get her next shot at her and the title so easily. So she had arranged for there to be a Battle Royal to determine her next Number One Contender. Idiot. I’ve won a Royal Rumble from the Number One spot. A Battle Royal is nothing. Rhea thought.

 Still, Rhea knew she didn't exactly have friends in the women's locker room. She'd done some terrible things to a lot of the girls over the past two years. Stuff she hadn’t exactly apologized for. So, naturally, it was awkward between her and everyone else in the locker room. So much so that, when she went to get her gear, she just got changed in the bathroom and hung out everywhere but the locker room, instead.

 (She knew it was bad when Damage Ctrl shot her dirty looks.)

 As she made her way to gorilla position backstage, she had a brief run-in with Raquel. Rhea opted to ignore her and the impulse to forget everything she was aiming for to get some sweet revenge. She had a match to win, she just couldn't get distracted by any annoying–

 “Daddy Dom, it's gonna suck having to be away from your handsome face two matches in a row,” Liv said, pouting before Dom rubbed his nose to hers.

 “Son of a bitch,” Rhea said to herself, rolling her eyes at the display.

 “Yeah, cuz right after you observe the battle royal, I have my Intercontinental Championship match against Jey, and he’s got you and the guys banned from ringside. It's not fair...” Dom whined.

 Rhea couldn't help but gag. “That you have to fight your own battles like a man for once?” She said, aloud.

 The couple finally noticed she was in the room. Liv rolled her eyes. “Don't listen to him, Daddy Dom. You're plenty man for me. She's just jealous she has to settle for Jey, now.”

 “Oh honey, I am not settling with Jey. I'm more than satisfied...” Rhea replied, shooting Dom a look that made him avert his eyes.

 “Yeah, well... you're still probably gonna screw up with him! Just like you did with me!” Dom fired back, throwing his arm around Liv.

 “And me.” Liv added, cattily.

 Rhea felt a slight pang, but she couldn't let either of them notice. Or dwell on it. She put on her best smug smirk. “Uh huh...so tell me: do you enjoy making out because you're so into each other? Or is it because you both can still taste me?”

 Liv nearly lunged at her as Dom yelled, holding his girlfriend back. Rhea braced herself, motioning for them to bring it. She cackled as Liv flailed in Dom's arms and Dom struggled with her. That's when Rhea felt a hand ease around her waist.

 “Is there a problem, here?” Jey said, lowering his sunglasses. Rhea glanced at him, he was wearing black and purple on his gear, along with his signature blue and pink, and a pair of “Mami” sunglasses. She grinned a little at him before going back to glaring at her exes.

 “No...” Dom said (earning a groan from Triple H as he motioned for the cameraman to leave). “Just control Rhea...” He said, finally (and ungracefully) putting Liv down.

 “Yeah, control her!” Liv said, straightening her hair and outfit as she glared at Jey.

 “Y'all know nobody can control her,” Jey said fondly, squeezing her closer as Rhea threw an arm around him. He looked at Dom. “We'll finish this later,” Liv's music hit. “I think that's your cue to go...”

 Liv rolled her eyes. “C’mon, Daddy Dom! Walk me to the announce desk?” She said with a pout before they headed for the curtain. “And by the way, Rhea? The gear’s a bit much...” She added before leaving in a huff with her boyfriend.

 “YOU’RE ONE TO TALK IN THAT MINISKIRT WITH “PROPERTY OF DOM” ON THE ASS!” Rhea yelled back.

 Jey gave them a stern yeet goodbye before he finally seemed to notice Rhea’s outfit: white, blue and pink gear with a “YEET” collar. She even had sunglasses that had “R+J” written on them (her makeup had the same written on her cheek). He grinned. “Well, I like it.”

 “Yeah, they aren't really my colors, but I love them on you...” She said, grinning back. “Oh, did you talk to Sami about tomorrow morning? Doing breakfast or brunch or whatever together?”

 “Yeah. I actually came to talk to you about that...”

---

 Jey gave a gentle knock to door of his and Sami’s hotel room. Sami sent him a quick text telling him to wait a moment, followed quickly by the all clear to come in.

 Jey entered the room to find Sami, half-dressed and still sitting in bed. “Mornin’, uce!” Jey said brightly.

 Sami tried to motion for him to be quiet.

 Kevin, who was lying beside him with his arms wrapped around Sami's waist, stirred. The Prizefighter had been crashing with Sami and Jey since his fights with his friends and subsequent suspension. (“I'm all he has left, Jey,” Sami had pleaded. “He needs somebody in his corner right now.”) He seemed to be chill with Jey, therefore Jey was chill with him. Besides, he knew there was no talking Sami out of helping someone, especially Kevin. 

 Kevin said something sleepily in French, eyes still shut.

 Sami rubbed Kevin's back and said something sweetly in French. Jey guessed it was something like “It's just Jey, my love.”

 Kevin nodded, squeezing Sami tighter. He said something else in French.

 Sami replied in French.

 Kevin repeated what he said in French as a question.

 Sami huffed and repeated himself, apparently correcting what he'd said before. Kevin chuckled and settled back down.

  “Merci, beau,” Kevin said, smiling contently as he cocooned himself in blankets. He actually looked relaxed...and happy. More than Jey had seen him in weeks...or ever. It honestly kinda scared him a bit. Jey knew how to handle an angry, rampaging Kevin. But a blissful one? A blissful one felt like a trap.

 But Sami's the happiest I've seen him in weeks, all things considered, Jey thought. So I can live with that...

 “Someone looks like he had a good night with his girlfriend,” Sami teased, his voice a whisper.

 Jey covered the hickey on his neck and tried to wipe the lipstick smudges from his mouth again, flustered. “Ah, c'mon, man. We haven't made it official yet.” He said. “We're taking our time...”

 Still... Jey thought. He was more than willing to give Rhea the time she needed, but sometimes he kinda worried that maybe she wasn't as serious about him as he was about her.

 “I know...” Sami replied. “But seriously, you seem happy.”

 “I am! I did have a good time...” Jey said, rubbing the back of his neck. “And I asked her about meeting up with you...”

 “And?”

 “She's down for it! She thought maybe we could get breakfast on Tuesday. Or brunch. She just kinda thought it might not be as awkward as a dinner after work or something,” Jey said.

 “Oh! Okay, yeah. I think I could work with that...” Sami said.

 Kevin stirred again. “You're going to breakfast with Jey?” He said, now more awake.

 “And Rhea,” Sami said. He explained the plan to “re-introduce” the two to Kevin. Kevin stared at him groggily the whole time, his eyebrow raised.

 “Can I tag along?” Kevin asked.

 Sami blinked. “You want to “re-meet” Rhea?”

 Kevin nodded. “We're a package deal, aren't we? Plus, what if this is all a ploy and she turns on you guys? You need some protection. What're they gonna do? Suspend me more?”

 It's called firing, Uce. Jey thought. He had other concerns, too. Kevin was so unpredictable, lately. Did he really want to bring that around his girl? Especially when he didn't want her around his mess of a family?

 “I mean, if she's cool with it, I'm cool with it,” Sami said. “It'll almost be like a double date...”

 “See!? A package deal!”

 Jey chuckled awkwardly. “I can run it by her...”

---

 “So...” Jey said, one hand on his hip. He scratched at his goatee with the other. “How are you feeling about that?”

 Rhea folded her arms, thinking. The idea of Kevin hanging around didn't exactly thrill her. Not for his behavior, of course. (She knew she could lay him out if he acted up.) But she was already somewhat anxious about trying to win over Sami, given their history. Throwing his unstable boyfriend in? Who held a hell of a grudge? You might as well ask her to do an MMA fight with a kangaroo, that'd be easier.

 Still, Dom and Liv’s taunts about their failed relationships with her started to echo in her head. I'm not gonna screw this one up! She thought.

 Her music hit. She jumped a little, startling Jey. “Oh, damn it...” She said. “Sure, he can come! I gotta go!” She quickly kissed him. “Bye!” She said, making her way to the curtain.

 “Uh, bye...Good luck, baby! You got this!” Jey called after her.

 Rhea smiled, confidence returning. She shoved the personal drama aside in her head and went into Match Mode. As she did her signature stomp in her entrance, she thought: I do got this. I'm gonna get my title shot, then I'm gonna crush the whole “winning over Sami and Kevin” thing!

---

 Rhea threw some stuff around backstage after the match, screaming. Priest ran up to her, “Hey, take it easy, Rhea! What's up?”

 She stopped her rampage, breathing heavily. “Did you not see that match!?” Rhea asked. 

 “No, I was talking to Pearce about getting my title back. I take it it went b–?”

 “Raquel and Liv cost me my shot by cheating after I eliminated Raquel because they're bloody cowards!” She shouted. “Now MAXXINE has my title shot!” Rhea let out another yell before burying her face in Damian's torso and hugging him.

 Damian patted her back. “Ouch. I'm sorry, Rhea. But hey, good for Maxxine, at least...”

 “Whose side are you on?” She asked, as if she hadn't enjoyed a hyped-on-victory Maxxine performing an arm drag on Liv when they faced off after and the latter held up her title in the ring, trying to act like she was the baddest to ever do it.

 “Yours. Always. Need me to put the fear of God in them? Maybe put Dom on the shelf?” Damian asked.

 “No, I don't want you suspended...” Rhea said. “Besides, I need to take out Raquel first...” She was gonna get nowhere with Liv's little bodyguard around. She clung to Damian a little tighter.

 Damian chuckled. “Alright...” Damian hugged her back. “Hey, is that all that's wrong?”

 “I'm just stressing about this breakfast thing I'm doing with Jey and Sami. Kevin apparently invited himself along so now I have to deal with that too.”

 “Oof. Need me to come along?” He asked.

 “I'd love you to, but I gotta do this on my own, Priest...” Rhea replied. “I don't want to make this messier...” Or more awkward.

 “Okay, but if you need me, or an excuse to leave, just hit me up and I'll get you out of there, all right?” He said, giving her a kiss on the top of her head and a pat on her back before letting her go.

 “Thanks, Priest. I appreciate it.” Rhea waved goodbye as Damian walked off. She took a deep breath, ready to just take a moment to collect her thoughts...

 Cathy came by, mic and film crew at hand. “Rhea, tough loss tonight. How do you feel—?”

 Rhea let out a scream of frustration and stormed off, in search of a breakable outlet for her rage.

To Be Continued...

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- Make You Proud ❥

Plot: Gianna (OC) surprises her man in California, where he wins his first ever singles championship.

Warning: Hefty flirting, mature language, & smut!

"You're all set," the tall man at TSA exclaims, sliding over a tiny bin with my phone and Apple watch.

"Thank you!" I respond cheerfully, re-pack my things and proceed to walk over to my gate.

I find a corner seat and place my luggage down, get comfy against the wall, and pull out my phone.

After about 10-15 minutes of scrolling on Instagram and Tiktok, I get a message that immediately makes me smile.

Joshua 🧸🩵: Safe travels my love. Text me when you land okay? I love you.

My Lady ❤️: I will baby. I love you more. 🤍

For context, WWE is headed to California for Monday Night Raw.

And while my boyfriend thinks that I'm spending our time apart visiting my parents back home in New York, I'm actually headed to surprise him for the show.

There's been lots of buzz on social media about him finally getting another title opportunity tonight and I wanna be there for, what I believe will be, his big win.

Actually, it's not even just for his big win, it's more so just the thought of us being together.

While I adore and will forever be committed to Joshua, our relationship is by no means perfect.

He's been in the business for about 14 years now, and we've been together for about 3 of them.

Whether it's for a PLE or just weekly live tapings, he's on the road for 5 sometimes 6 days out of the week.

Wrestling is his passion and brings out the best in him so, while I miss him a lot — and I mean a lot — of the time, I would and could never bring myself to ask him to put it aside for us.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when an announcement echoes through the airport speakers.

"Flight #389 to Ontario, California is now boarding."

I take a deep breath, gather all my things, and board.

See you soon my love. <3

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** Josh's POV **

As I'm in the hallway doing a mini warmup for my match, a familiar face walks up with a tiny smirk on his face.

I turn to him and smile. "What's up, uce?"

One of my closest friends in the business, Sami Zayn, nods. "Big night for you, dawg."

"Yeet," I reply, nodding.

Big night is an understatement.

I want my own title more than anything.

And I'm gonna get it.

"Ya know," he begins, breaking the comfortable silence. "That Intercontinental Championship meant the world to me."

I nod understandably.

"And tonight," he continues, tapping me on the chest. "You make that Intercontinental Championship yours!"

I continue nodding, except this time with a smile.

"You hear me?!" he asks, holding out his hand for our handshake.

"Thank you uce," I reply, slapping our hands together. "Thank you, my dawg. Thank you, man. Love you!"

"You've got this! Go get it!" he continues, hyping me up.

"Yeet!" I call out as he walks out of frame, and continue my warmup.

Moments later, the camera man signals that our segment is done.

"Aaaand cut!" he calls, turning off the red light on his camera. "Awesome job guys!"

Shortly after, Rami's music hits.

"I'll see you later man," he exclaims, pulling me into a hug. "Good luck tonight."

"Thank you uce," I reply, patting his back and letting him go. "Go get em!"

As he walks into gorilla and out of sight, I head to my dressing room to change.

By the time I'm dressed and ready to go, it's about ten minutes until the main event - me and Bron Breakker for the IC title.

I take a deep breath and decide to shoot my lady a last minute text before heading out.

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** Gianna's POV **

Josh's close friend Rami just finished his segment with a man named Gunther, and the crowd is still buzzing.

I feel my phone vibrate in my purse and automatically take it out, smiling when I see a text from my man.

Joshua 🧸🩵: About to go out there. Gonna do this shit and make you proud baby. 🩵

My Lady ❤️: You always do, my love. I'll be watching. 🫶🏽

Little does he know, I'll have the perfect view.

I smile and place my phone back in my purse before taking a deep breath.

About a minute or two later, Josh's entrance music hits and the crowd goes insane.

As he enters from the crowd, I automatically take notice to his gear.

It's my favorite one that he wears: baby blue and white colored with "YEET" and palm trees embroidered in bright pink, white air forces, and pink glasses to match.

I smile as he enters the ring, dancing to his theme, while the crowd never stops hyping him up.

As the music switches and his opponent enters, I'm unable to keep my eyes off of my man.

The way he paces back and forth, licking his lips, and delivering mean mugs.

Fuck, I'm so lucky.

As the match rolls on, Josh eventually spears Bron through the barricade.

My heart drops as he lays there, visibly exhausted but still pushing.

I don't know how he does it. He's so incredible.

As he looks up at the crowd, our eyes meet and the world stops.

His jaw practically drops at the sight of me and a gorgeous smile appears on his face.

I smile back and blow a kiss his way.

After taking a second to process what's happening, he puckers his lips and sends one back, before focusing back on the match.

As he drags Bron back into the ring and follows up with another spear, the crowd gets somehow louder.

He climbs up onto the top rope and takes a deep breath before delivering his finisher: the Uso splash.

My heart stops and I cover my mouth while the crowd counts along with the referee.

Once the count hits three, he lays back and the crowd goes from loud to deafening.

I jump up and cheer, tears streaming down my face.

He did it! He fucking did it! My boy is a champ!

"HERE IS YOUR WINNER!" Samantha Irvin announces from ringside, tons of emotion in her voice. "AAAAND NEEEEEWWWW! INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION! MAAAAIIIIN EVENT JEY UUUUSSOOOOOO!"

I cheer even louder, clapping my hands, still sobbing.

He lays there with the belt for a while before being helped up by the referee and having his arm lifted above his head while holding the championship in his other.

As he exits the ring, he runs over to me and grabs my face, pulling me into a kiss.

I kiss back, smiling against his lips, before pulling away and wrapping my arms around him.

He hugs me back, panting into my neck and giving me kisses there too.

"I'm so happy you're here," he says just below my ear so that I can hear him above all the cheering. "I love you."

"I love you," I reply, more happy tears strolling down my face.

Smiling, he pulls away and grabs my face for another quick kiss before heading up the stairs in the crowd to celebrate with fans.

Nothing could top this feeling.

I'm so beyond proud of my baby! <3

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** Josh's POV **

As I step into the gorilla, an eruption of claps and cheers for me by Paul and other staff begins.

I smile breathlessly and immediately hug him.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, patting my back.

"On top of the world," I reply, still trying to catch my breath.

Everyone laughs, including me, as he pulls me into another hug.

We pull away and take a classic pointing picture in front of the WWE logo.

On my way back to my locker room, I run into even more co-workers and get lots of congratulations.

But when I open the door, I'm brought with my favorite sight of the night: my girl.

Without a word, she runs into my arms and we share the tightest hug in the world.

"I'm so proud of you," she coos into my neck, tons of emotion in her voice.

I smile and kiss her cheek. "Thank you, baby."

She pulls away and cups my face, tears streaming down hers. "You're a champion. You're my champion."

"Always and forever ma," I reply and pull her in by her waist, pressing our lips together.

She automatically kisses back and wraps her arms around my neck.

Deepening the kiss, I slide my tongue across her bottom lip, earning a tiny moan from her.

About a minute more of this goes by and we pull away, pressing our foreheads together.

"What do you say we get out of here and go celebrate properly after my shower?" I ask, caressing her ass.

She nods, biting her bottom lip. "Sounds perfect."

I smirk and kiss her temple. "Stay here and look pretty. I'll be back."

She giggles and we share another quick kiss before I leave her with my title and head to the bathroom with fresh clothes.

The hot water feels unreal on my body, especially after damn near killing myself during the match.

Once I finish, I towel dry myself and change into a white Nike sweatsuit, my air forces, and my silver chain.

I clean up after myself and head back into my dressing room, where my girl is sat with the title against her waist and scrolling on her phone.

"Shiii you look better with that thing then I do," I exclaim, making her look up.

She chuckles, stands up, and puts it around my waist. "There's no better looking champ than you, baby."

I smirk as she leans in and presses our lips together once more. "Mmm thank you, my love."

Hand in hand, we gather my stuff and exit the arena, earning a couple more congratulations from people as we leave.

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** Gianna's POV **

Tonight has been magical.

After Josh and I left the arena, we went and grabbed dinner at Waffle House and drove back to my hotel room.

Thankfully, he has another live event here tomorrow so we didn't have to end our night in an airport.

Right now, he's currently downstairs grabbing a spare key for the room, and I'm working on making this night end perfectly.

I quickly run into the bathroom and strip out of my outfit from tonight, then change into his favorite lingerie set of mine: black, lace, and see thru.

I doll myself up and fix my hair, before throwing on my silk robe and heading back into the room.

A few moments later, I hear footsteps and my man steps back into the room.

"I got the key," Josh exclaims, holding it up and shutting the door behind him.

I nod and pat the empty spot on his bed next to me. "Come, love."

He raises an eyebrow suspiciously but walks over anyway, getting into bed next to me.

"Whatchu doin girl?" he asks, throwing an arm around me and rubbing my thigh with his free hand.

I turn to face him and climb onto his lap, straddling him. "Just helping you relax."

"Oooo," he coos, smirking and sliding his hands onto my waist.

I giggle and lean in, pressing our lips together.

He automatically kisses back, his hands trailing down to my ass and squeezing it through the silky fabric.

** smut warning! **

I quietly moan at the feeling and begin to grind on him, swaying my hips up and down his crotch.

He moans in the kiss and we slowly pull away, me tugging at his bottom lip.

I climb off of him and stand between his legs, untying the robe and peeling it off my skin.

He watches my every move and practically drools at the sight of my body, reaching out to caress every inch that's revealed.

I continue the show by unhooking my bra and letting it fall to the floor, as well as slowly sliding down my panties and stepping out of them.

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath, caressing and toying with one of my nipples.

"I believe you're a little overdressed sir," I exclaim, taking a few steps closer and pressing my now naked body against his.

He smirks as I pull his hoodie over his head.

"Look at this body," I coo, running my hands up his abs, to his chest, and onto his shoulders. "The body of a champion. Of my champion."

I lean in and run my tongue up his collarbone and neck, sucking and kissing his gorgeously tanned skin on the way.

He lets out a sexy moan, holding me close.

After a few moments of this, I give him one last kiss on the corner of his mouth and pull away to remove the clothes from his bottom half as well.

His dick immediately springs out when I remove his boxers, to which I respond with stroking and showering light kisses onto his tip.

"Shit," he whispers, cupping my face with one hand.

"That feels good, hm?" I ask, continuing my kisses down his length.

"Mmm fuck," he utters between moans. "So fuckin good. I need to be inside you, baby."

I smirk, lightly push him back against the headboard, and straddle him once more.

Except this time, I line his dick up with my pussy and lower myself onto it.

I gasp at the feeling of his full length practically in my stomach and, after a few seconds, start moving.

"Oh yes," I moan, holding onto his thighs for balance with my head thrown back as he takes one of my breasts into his mouth.

Soon enough, he starts moving as well, his thrusts pulsating into my body.

The sound of our skin slapping mixed with combined moans echoes throughout the room.

"Fuck baby you're so tight," he groans in my ear, a firm grasp on my ass cheeks. "This my shit?"

"U-uh huh!" I reply, unable to speak a word.

He slaps my ass. Hard.

I whine at the feeling.

"Don't make me ask again ma," he demands, his voice low and sexy. "Use your words."

"Y-yes da-addy," I reply between moans. "T-th-this pussy is all yours."

He frees one of his hands and brings it to the cheeks on my face, squeezes them, pulls my face in, and crashes our lips together.

"Mmm!" I moan against his lips, still on cloud nine from the way he's fucking me.

A few moments go by until I feel absolutely weak.

"J-Joshua! D-daddy!" I call out.

"Yes baby?" he replies, applying kisses below my ear.

I pant breathlessly, attempting to speak but the words just won't come.

"Talk to daddy my love," he coos, taking a strand of hair away from my eyes and helping me relax. "Tell me what you need."

"I-I'm gon-I'm gonna cum," I practically scream out, holding onto his neck for dear life.

"Mmm good girl," he praises as I let loose, slowing down his thrusts as his climax fills me up as well.

** smut over! **

"Fuck," I say just above a whisper, rolling off of him and laying flat on my back on the bedsheets.

He chuckles breathlessly, turning over and wrapping a protective arm around my waist. "You feel good, baby?"

I nod, my eyes closed and my mouth hanging open.

He smiles and kisses my bottom lip. "I'll get a bath started for us, yeah?"

I nod again, laying my head down on the plush pillow.

I feel him get up and open my eyes just the tiniest bit to watch his fat ass walk off.

Fuck, he's so fine.

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** Josh's POV **

Gi and I just finished up our bath.

It felt like heaven, despite me putting my body on the line twice in one night.

I'm now carrying her to bed.

Between me practically fucking her to sleep and jet lag, she's exhausted.

I lay her down on the plush sheets and tuck her in so she's comfortable.

"Mmm thank you baby," she exclaims quietly, half asleep with her eyes closed.

I chuckle and stroke her cheek with my knuckle. "Anytime my love."

I hop into bed with her and shut the bedside lamp, then wrap her into my arms.

She kisses my chest and leans into the crook of my neck.

It's not long before I hear light snores pouring out of her.

"Goodnight my baby," I coo, before kissing her temple and drifting off to sleep myself.

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@aallotarenunelma - As I said in my reply to you, I hate the rough time you went through, but as someone who tries to find silver linings in dark clouds, I'm so glad that brought us together. You've always been such a bright, positive light in this fandom, and I am so happy we got to know each other. I've missed you here, and seeing your name in my notifications yesterday genuinely made me smile. I hope you're doing well, and I hope you'll pop in from time to time! I've missed you!

@alj4890 - My dear fellow Tobias simp! lol, I'm so glad that luscious little fictional man brought us together, but nowadays, he's definitely secondary to you! I enjoy our talks so much, and as much as I love a notification of a new Tobias x Chris fic, I'm even happier to see a message from you. It's so nice to have people who "get" you and I feel that whenever we talk. I'm so glad you're here for your creativity, and your friendship!

@aria-ashryver - My dear, you have always been such a beacon of light and love and an example of how each of us should be, even if it's difficult to live up to. You've endured so much and do so with a grace, dignity, and beauty that leaves me in awe. I think of you all the time, and I hope you know you have this agnostic praying and sending love and healing your way every day. Thank you for being you, thank you for spreading joy, and I hope you know how important you are not only to me, but to so many others. xoxo

@angelasscribbles - My sister from another mister. Girl, you're not even a fandom friend anymore - you're a friend. Period. It's so important to have people in our lives who "get" us, who we can speak to without fear of judgment, and who we can laugh with or be scared with. People who share our values for a better world and keep believing even in the darkest of days. You're that to me, Angela. Like I said, you're not a fandom friend, but since this little hellhole is where we met, you deserve to be acknowledged here. <3

@storyofmychoices - Sweet, sweet Dani. Where to even begin? You are the backbone of this little world of ours, and you give of yourself so selflessly time and time again. You are probably one of the kindest people I have ever met, and you do your best to see the best in everyone, even when it's very difficult to do. You've known darkness yourself, so it pains you to see others there, and you give so much of yourself to help others see the light. During some of my darkest times - in fandom and real life - you've brought me sunshine and joy when I've needed it most. I know both of us have not been around here as much because... life... but I hope you know how much I treasure you and your friendship. You are truly a rare gem in this world, and I'm so glad you're part of mine. Thanks so much for all that you do for the fandom - but mostly, for being you. xoxo

@icecoffee90 - My lovely, lovely Z. Another person who I have to remind myself I met through the fandom because you're not a fandom friend at all; you're a friend. I have always treasured our goofy talks and our intercontinental viewing parties, and now that we've gotten to SEE each other, we've created such beautiful memories. We've had so many laughs and you've brought joy to my life on days when I found it impossible to see the sun, I probably don't say it often enough - but you mean the world to me and my life is so much better because you're in it. Plus, we shared the world's best pumpkin pie ice cream together - that's a bond nothing can break! Love you to bits, sis! xoxo

@cariantha - Sweet Cari! As the fandom continues to dwindle, I'm so grateful for the people who remain, and I mean it when I say that you are at the top of that list. You've always been such a bright spot here, and your light shines through your work and actions. I always smile when I see a notification or DM from you, and I'm so glad you've stuck around. The fandom is better for it, but selfishly, I'm glad you're still here personally because you're one of the people who has always made this place great - even when it was not so great. Thanks so much for everything through the years, Cari! <3

@lilyoffandoms - Sweet, sweet Lily. Where to even begin. I feel bad because I've been removed from this place lately, and one of the people I miss the most is you. I adore you because you are all things kind and good - and a whole lot of don't fuck with me or what matters to me, too. That's the vibe right there! lol I've treasured our chats, I appreciate you as a person, and I love your giving nature. Seriously, you're someone others can look up to and aspire to be, and count me amongst those who hope to. If all that weren't enough YOUR TALENT! Writing, art... you are amazing and thank you for sharing those talents so generously with all of us. You make this place wonderful. You make it worth coming back to, I'm honored to call you friend. <3

@peonierose - My dear you have always been such a bright spot in this world. Just thinking of you conjures up images of bight pink flowers against a sunny sky. I know that's not how life has been for you as of late, but still, you don't let it change who you are at your core - a kind, beautiful soul. Thank you for being here all these years and for bringing so much joy to so many. We are so lucky to have you! <3

@quixoticdreamer16 - My baseball buddy who somehow got me through this wretched World Series! lol I truly value your support, kindness, and having someone who gets the thrill of victory and agony of defeat from spring through October. Thanks so much for being a valuable part of this fandom and so special to me! xo

@coffeeheartaddict2 My dear Tash. Thank you for helping me through the fall of civilization as we know it! lol, You've become such a dear friend, I almost forgot we met through the fandom, but I'm forever grateful to the fandom for bringing us together. It's good to know that whatever life throws at us, we will still have this crazy little corner to retreat to.

@dr-colossal-pita - My dear Ren, I feel so badly because I've been MIA due to many factors recently, and I hope that will change. But I hope you know how much you mean not only to this fandom but to me. Our chats, whether they be about fandom nonsense, shake-our-heads family moments, shake-our-head WORLD moments or lifting each other up with the cutest of little animal memes/videos, mean so much to me, just like you mean so much to me. I'm so grateful you're a part of my life. <3

@secretaryunpaid - Cher! You are just one of a kind. I know we have not had as much time to chat, and I miss that so much. But I'll always treasure our talks - the laughs and the deeper moments alike. You are someone that I know I would get into so much trouble with - and I love that! lol We know kindred spirits when they enter our lives. Thank you so much for your kindness and support, not only to me but also to so many here, and thank you for your friendship always! <3

@annoyingmillenialnewbie - My greek sister! Sister of the traveling spanakopita! lol I know we've both been busy and have not had as much time to chat as in the past, but that does not mean you're any less special to me. I'm so glad this little slice of crazy brought us together and I plan to keep you, even when it's long gone. <3 Miss you φίλε μου. xoxo

@genevievemd - My sweet little sister. I don't have to go into great lengths to tell you what you mean to me here, because we know what our friendship is to each other. Knowing we understand each other and have each other's backs on even the darkest of days means more to me than you will ever know. Just this week alone you helped me more than you can know. I love your creativity and what you've given to this fandom, but most of all I value YOU and I'm so glad you're a big part of my life xoxo

@jamespotterthefirst - Amiga, where to begin? The laughs, the mischief, the thirsting, the wellness checks! lol, I know we both have times when we struggle, but it's amazing even when you're struggling, you still manage to make me smile and make me laugh. When times are dark, you remind me that, somehow, we'll make it through. I'm so glad to count you amongst my friends - fuck fandom friends - FRIENDS, and holy shit, the fear of us being on the same coast together! lol I literally cannot wait. Thanks for being a part of my life, my friend, and I will always cherish this place for bringing us together.

@liaromancewriter Mal it looks like we will be amongst the ones to turn the lights out here one day. lol And I'm so grateful for that! Thank you for remaining our queen of fluff and for sharing your talents with us, and thanks SO MUCH for taking over CFWC this year. I know it's a lot of work, and I would have hated to see it go away, it was so much easier "retiring" knowing it was in good hands. Thanks for the laughs, the chats, and helping hold up the fort! I'm not the only one who considers myself lucky to have you here. <3

@potionsprefect - Alice! Another I'm not leaving until I say I'm leaving member of the OH fandom! lol I'm so glad you're still here and we still get to revel in Ethan/Victoria and of course Luke/Lily. I'm so proud of you for all you've accomplished in real life and still love shaking our heads together! (And there is so much to shake at! lol) Thanks for being part of the fandom & part of my world! <3

OK, these five ladies are not around anymore, but I'm mentioning them nonetheless. Fortunately, I'm still in touch with all of them to one degree or another, and they know how much they mean to me. I can't tell you how much I've missed you being here, but we have your old works to remember you by. I'm so glad this crazy place brought us together. @danijimenezv @lucy-268 @writer-ish @bex-la-get @a-crepusculo

Some people have supported my creations for so long, and I want each of you to know how much I appreciate it! Thanks so much for your ongoing support: @mrs-ramsey @onikalover @differenttyphoonwerewolf @kyra75 @custaroonie

@youlookappropriate @kingliam2019 @delmissesryanandcassi

These people help make the fandom a better place just by being in it. Your kindness, support, and positivity do not go unnoticed, and you create a brighter space for all of us. Thank you! 🩷🩷 I've been lucky enough to talk with some of you privately. We've shared lovely conversations and helped lift each other when needed. I hope you all know how precious you are to me!

@ladylamrian @cadybear420 @petalouda85 @rosesnink @dutifullynuttywitch

@lorircreates @moominofthevalley @petiteboheme @cryomyst @princess-geek

@tessa-liam @missameliep @trappedinfanfiction @takeharryandgo @thosehallowedhalls

@crazy-loca-blog @rafasgirl23415 @tveitertotwrites @thefirstcourtesan @sillydg

To some people I've been lucky enough to get to know in the past year. Whether it's been through our creations, playing reblog games, geeking out over music or our MCs, or just sharing in conversation - I'm so glad we've gotten to know each other! 🩷🩷 @renninflight @choices-ceri @brycesgirl @snoopdogcone

I always worry that I've missed someone, and with my Swiss-cheese brain- it's likely I did here. But, I want to send love and appreciation to anyone who has ever crossed my path here.

Elsa xo

@choicesfandomappreciation

[rootedinrevisions]

Hey girl can I request a Jey Uso x wrestler reader fic?

(Just imagine that the title match on RAW actually happened at Bad Blood)

Reader is backstage with Jey's family as they all watch his match against Bron Breakker for the Intercontinental Championship

Can you make it emotional too please.

For the Bloodline

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.2k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks so much @miss-kuki-nz for requesting this! I hope you enjoy it!

WARNINGS: None. This is just pure FLUFF!

The atmosphere backstage was electric, the palpable tension mingling with the buzzing energy of the crowd echoing through the arena. You could hear the roar of the fans, your heart racing alongside the anticipation of Jey Uso’s monumental match.

Tonight was Bad Blood, where Jey was set to face Bron Breakker for the Intercontinental Championship. It was a night that could change everything for him—his first singles title after years of tag team glory with his brother, Jimmy.

You were surrounded by Jey’s family, each of them holding their breath as they watched the match unfold on the monitor. Jimmy stood to your left, a frown etched on his face, while their father, Rikishi, seemed cool and calm.

The energy shifted as the match began, with Jey taking control, rallying the crowd behind him. You leaned forward, eyes glued to the screen, heart pounding as Jey executed his signature moves with precision.

“Come on, Jey!” you whispered, barely able to contain your excitement. His charisma radiated from the screen, and the way he played to the crowd made you feel alive.

But then, the tide began to turn. You watched as Bron’s brute strength overpowered Jey, slamming him to the mat with bone-crushing force. Your stomach dropped.

“No, no, no…” you murmured, hands instinctively moving to cover your mouth as you winced at the impact. Every time Jey grimaced in pain, it felt like a dagger to your heart.

As the match progressed, Bron’s dominance became evident, and frustration boiled within you. You wanted to reach through the screen and shake Jey, tell him to get up, to fight back. The crowd cheered, and your family erupted with shouts of encouragement, but it felt like a distant echo amidst the chaos.

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, anger simmering at Bron’s showboating antics.

Just when it seemed like Bron had Jey on the ropes, the tide shifted again. Jey seized a fleeting opportunity, kicking Bron’s head and sending him staggering.

A renewed wave of hope washed over you, adrenaline surging through your veins as Jey charged across the ring, launching Bron over the ropes.

The crowd erupted, and you leaped to your feet, fists pumping in the air, sharing a triumphant glance with Jimmy.

“This is it! Let’s go, Jey!” you shouted, your voice mingling with the deafening roar of the fans. You could see the determination flicker back into Jey’s eyes, feeding off the energy of the crowd.

But just as victory seemed close, Bron retaliated, catching Jey off-guard with a brutal punch. Your heart sank as Bron slammed Jey against the announce table over and over.

The anguish in your chest felt heavy, a tight knot of worry. It was a fight for survival now, a back-and-forth that seemed endless, each near-fall tightening your throat in despair.

Finally, in a moment that felt like it spanned a lifetime, Jey found an opening, landing a devastating spear on Bron. The crowd roared, a wave of euphoria crashing over you. You watched as Jey ascended to the top rope, heart racing. This was it—the Uso Splash.

He soared through the air, crashing down onto Bron, and you held your breath.

One… Two… Just as the referee’s hand hovered above the mat for the third count, Bron kicked out.

The air left your lungs, a mixture of disbelief and despair washing over you as the realization sank in. Around you, Jey’s family mirrored your reaction, hands covering their faces, disbelief etched in every expression.

The match continued each moment a pulse of hope and despair until Jey executed an explosive spear through the barricade. The crowd erupted into a frenzy, your cheers mingling with their chants, your heart soaring with every movement.

As the match drew to a close, Jey delivered the Uso Splash once more. You felt a surge of energy radiate from your core.

The ref’s hand hit the mat once, twice, and then for the final time—three! The bell rang, signaling the victory, and the arena erupted.

Jey Uso was the new Intercontinental Champion!

You could hardly process the overwhelming joy and pride swelling in your chest as you turned to Jimmy, embracing him tightly. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, emotions pouring forth as Jey’s family surrounded you in a whirlwind of celebration.

“Let’s go see him!” Jimmy shouted, pulling you along as you followed the family towards the exit. Excitement bubbled inside you; you needed to congratulate Jey, to tell him how proud you were of him.

As you peered through the curtain, the sight before you was heartwarming. Jey was amidst a sea of fans, their energy radiating as they chanted his name. The sheer joy on his face was infectious.

The moment his eyes lock onto yours, everything else fades away. The noise of the crowd dims, the excitement around you blurs, and it feels like it’s just the two of you in that moment. A brilliant smile spreads across his face, lighting up his features, and for a brief second, all the struggles and pain of the match seem to melt away.

Before you even realize it, you’re moving toward him, your heart racing with a mixture of excitement and emotion. Jey closes the distance between you, his long strides quickening as he approaches. In one swift motion, he pulls you into an embrace, his strong arms wrapping tightly around you. You bury your face in his shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of sweat and adrenaline, mixed with something distinctly Jey.

“Y/N!” he exclaims, his voice muffled against your hair. “I did it! I really did it!”

Tears prick at your eyes as the weight of the moment hits you. You pull back slightly to look at him, taking in the sparkle in his eyes—the victory, the joy, the sheer disbelief that he finally achieved this dream. “I’m so proud of you, Jey,” you say, your voice trembling with emotion. “You worked so hard for this. You deserve every bit of it.”

He shakes his head, a grin still plastered across his face. “Couldn’t have done it without you guys cheering me on,” he replies, his hand finding the back of your head. He holds you close again, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. You can feel the warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart against your chest, and it grounds you in this whirlwind of emotions.

For a moment, you both linger in this embrace, surrounded by the chaos of his family and the fans outside, but none of that matters. In this bubble, it’s just the two of you—two wrestlers bound by shared passion, dreams, and the undeniable bond you’ve forged through the ups and downs of this crazy life.

When he finally pulls back, he keeps one arm securely around your waist, an anchor amid the excitement. You can see the glint of the championship belt catching the light, a reminder of the battle he fought, but more importantly, the victory he earned. As he turns to greet his family, you can’t help but feel that this moment—the pride, the joy, the love—is just the beginning of something even more special between you two.

[themakeupbrush]

Miss Intercontinental Costa Rica 2023 National Costume

[machobusta]

Elizabeth and Randy Savage make their way to the ring for Savage’s match against George “The Animal” Steele. Saturday Night’s Main Event January 3, 1987

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Sacrifices (Book 2 of 3 BTR Series) a Jhea Fanfic.

Chapter 23: Cleaning House..

February 28th, 2025 – 1:55 PM

Damian descended the stairs, his steps light but deliberate, scanning the cozy yet sophisticated interior of Jey and Rhea’s home. His gaze landed on a massive family portrait hanging prominently in the living room. It was a blown-up photograph taken in Pensacola, showing Jey, Rhea, and Jey’s sons, Jeyce and Jaciyah. In the picture, it looked as if Jey was carrying all of them, their smiles beaming with happiness.

“I love the family portrait,” Damian said as he reached the bottom of the stairs, gesturing toward it.

Jey looked up from the couch, where he was scrolling through his iPad, and smiled. “That’s my favorite one,” he admitted, his voice filled with pride. “Rhea thought it be perfect in the living room..”

Damian nodded, his expression warm but observant. “She was right. It says a lot about what you two have built here.”

Jey leaned back into the couch, clearly pleased. “You like your guest room?” he asked, changing the subject.

“Yeah,” Damian said, smirking slightly. “I knew Rhea decorated it the moment I walked in.”

Jey chuckled knowingly. “She spent Wednesday night putting up those framed posters of you and her—the Terror Twins’ biggest moments. She’s been hyped about surprising you with that ever since she started working on it.”

Damian shook his head, impressed. “She’s too much, man. She doesn’t miss a detail.”

“That’s her,” Jey said, leaning forward. “I took care of the room her parents are staying in, though. That one’s all me. Got pinnacle moments from my career framed in there—me and Jon winning our first tag titles, me winning my first Intercontinental championship. Stuff that shows what kind of man she’s marrying.”

Damian’s smirk faded, replaced with a pointed look. “Oh, you mean someone who gets too frustrated and takes it out on her?”

The room fell silent. Jey froze mid-motion, his eyes narrowing slightly as he processed the unexpected shift in Damian’s tone.

Damian took a step closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over Jey. “She told me what you said to her in Titusville, Jey,” he said, his voice low but firm. “You’ve got to cut that shit out—for real.”

Jey’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t respond immediately.

Damian didn’t back down. “You think it’s just words, but it’s not. Every time you let your frustration spill onto her, you’re chipping away at something that’s already been through enough. You keep doing that, and you’re not just fucking with her—you’re fucking with me.”

Jey exhaled sharply, sitting up straighter. “Damian, I—”

“No,” Damian interrupted, his tone even sharper. “Listen to me. She loves you, Jey. She’s fought like hell to get to this place with you. You’ve got a family, a home, everything. Don’t screw it up because you can’t handle your emotions.”

Jey’s shoulders sagged slightly, the weight of Damian’s words sinking in. “I know,” he finally muttered, his voice quieter. “I know I’ve got to do better. I’m working on it.”

“You better,” Damian said, his tone softening just a bit. “Because if you don’t, you’re not just answering to her—you’re answering to me, too.”

Jey nodded, the tension in his expression easing slightly. “Thanks, D. I mean that.”

Damian gave a small nod, stepping back. “Good. Now, let’s grab a drink or something before Rhea gets home.”

Jey stood, a faint smile returning to his face. “Sounds like a plan.”

The two men headed toward the kitchen, the air still heavy but a bit more settled. Both knew the conversation was far from over, but for now, they would let it rest.

—

Meanwhile..

Rhea stood confidently at the front of the boardroom, a series of notes and ideas scattered across the large table in front of her. The room was alive with energy as she laid out her vision for the upcoming WrestleMania 41 match card. Her focus was on the return of the Money in the Bank ladder match, a historic moment in WWE history that would see the 7th and final participant—a returning Jey Uso—make his mark.

“Jey’s inclusion in the match would add an unparalleled layer of intensity, if this is his first ever Money in the Bank win, he needs to do an Uso splash from the ladder to take out at least three others.” Rhea was saying, her eyes scanning the room for feedback. Paul sat at the head of the table, his gaze fixed on the presentation. Bruce seated to Rhea’s right, was flipping through notes. The conversation was fast-paced, each of them contributing ideas about how Jey could return and make an impact at WrestleMania 41.

But as Rhea continued to talk, discussing the timing of Jey’s cash-in and how it wouldn’t do justice to Gunther if it were to happen too early, she suddenly stopped mid-sentence. Her hand instinctively went to her stomach, her breath hitching slightly. It wasn’t like her to lose focus, but something felt… off.

“Everything okay?” Paul’s voice was calm but laced with concern, his eyes narrowing as he saw the change in Rhea’s demeanor.

Rhea tried to shake it off, her free hand moving slightly as if to dismiss the feeling. “Yeah, just a little winded. I’m fine,” she managed, but her words were clipped, her breathing coming in shorter bursts. She tried to power through, but it wasn’t working. She could feel her energy slipping away as the room around her seemed to blur slightly.

Bruce, who had been sitting quietly, immediately noticed the change. “Rhea, you sure you’re alright?” he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.

Rhea opened her mouth to respond, but the words never came. Instead, her vision started to fade, and her body felt heavy as if it no longer belonged to her. Her legs gave way, and before she could catch herself, she collapsed, fainting in front of both Paul and Bruce.

Bruce leaped to his feet instinctively, his hands reaching out to steady her before she hit the ground. “Rhea!” he shouted, panic rising in his voice. He gently lowered her to the floor, brushing her hair back from her face.

Paul’s expression hardened, a mix of concern and frustration evident on his features. “Get a medic, now!” he barked.

Bruce pulled out his phone, his fingers trembling as he dialed. “We need a medic in here, now. Rhea just passed out.” He gave the details of their location as Paul knelt down beside Rhea, checking her pulse, his mind racing.

“She’s breathing,” Paul muttered, though his worry was palpable. “But this doesn’t feel right. This isn’t just exhaustion.”

Seconds later, a medic burst into the room, a team member following closely behind. They quickly assessed Rhea’s condition, checking her vitals. Bruce stood back, his face pale with worry. He exchanged a look with Paul, who looked back at him with equal concern.

“She’s not responding as she should,” the medic said. “We need to get her checked out immediately. I’ll make sure she’s stable, but I recommend getting her to the hospital, just to be safe.”

“Do it,” Paul said, voice firm but carrying a hint of uncertainty. “Bruce, notify Jey.”

—

As Jey and Damian continued their conversation, discussing how things had been going in the past few days, Jey had just started telling Damian about his son Jeyce sneaking out when his phone buzzed, interrupting him. Jey looked at the screen, recognizing Bruce’s name immediately. His tone shifted from casual to concerned as he answered the call.

“Hey Bruce,” Jey greeted, his voice tight.

“Jey, it’s Rhea,” Bruce responded quickly, the urgency clear in his voice. “She collapsed during the meeting. We’ve sent her to Stamford General. I need you to get here as soon as you can. I’ll send you the details.”

“Alright, I’ll be there,” Jey replied, trying to keep his composure. He hung up the phone and turned to Damian, his expression shifting from casual to serious.

“Damian, get Rhea’s parents from upstairs. We’re heading to the hospital,” Jey said, his voice urgent.

Without hesitation, Damian nodded. “Got it, I’ll grab them.”

Within moments, the group was piled into Jey’s Mercedes. Jey’s hands gripped the wheel tightly, his mind racing with worry as he sped toward Stamford General. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and all he could think about was getting to Rhea. His son, his family, none of it mattered right now — only Rhea and the baby.

They arrived at Stamford General about twenty minutes later, Jey parking the car with a sense of urgency. Everyone rushed inside, moving quickly through the emergency room, heading for maternity and youth.

Jey walked up to the desk and addressed the clerk. “I’m looking for my fiancé, Demi Bennett,” he said, his voice calm but sharp with determination.

The clerk quickly scanned her screen, then looked up at Jey. “ER31, that’s where she’s located. Room 31 down the hall.”

Jey didn’t waste another second. He motioned for Rhea’s parents and Damian to follow as he hurried down the hall. As they reached Room 31, they saw Rhea lying in the bed, a nurse by her side, and a doctor standing nearby, watching her closely.

Rhea smiled softly when she saw Jey. Her eyes softened with relief, and despite the situation, she managed a faint but comforting smile.

“Hey, baby,” she whispered, her voice weak but warm.

Jey moved quickly to her side, his hand finding hers, squeezing it gently. “You scared me, Rhea,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “What happened?”

Rhea’s mother, looking both worried and relieved, stepped forward. “What’s going on, doctor? What happened to my daughter?”

The doctor nodded and addressed them calmly. “Ms. Bennett collapsed due to stress. That’s the primary cause. We’ve done a thorough check, and everything else is stable. But stress has its toll, and it’s essential she takes it easy from now on.”

Jey’s eyes locked with the doctor’s, his concern growing. “And what about the baby? Is everything okay with the baby?”

The doctor’s expression softened as he reassured them. “The baby is doing just fine. About fourteen weeks along, and everything looks good. Stress can have serious effects on a pregnancy, especially in the early stages. It can cause high blood pressure, reduce blood flow to the placenta, and sometimes lead to premature labor. However, in this case, the baby is healthy and strong.”

Jey’s chest eased at the doctor’s words, though his protective instincts remained strong. He turned to Rhea, his thumb gently caressing the back of her hand. “I don’t want you pushing yourself anymore, Rhea. You’re not doing this on your own. We’ll take care of everything.”

Rhea smiled weakly, her eyes filled with gratitude. “I didn’t realize how much I was pushing myself… I just… I thought I had to keep going.”

Jey leaned in, his forehead resting against hers. “You don’t have to, Rhea. You’re my world. We’ll slow everything down. Just focus on yourself and the baby. We’ll take it from here.”

Rhea’s mother gave a small, relieved sigh, stepping closer to her daughter. “You need to listen to the doctors and take better care of yourself, sweetheart.”

The doctor nodded in agreement. “We’re going to monitor her here for a little while and after we are going to release her, but with proper rest and reduced stress, she should be fine. I’d advise she avoid any strenuous activities, and definitely no more late nights or overworking herself.”

Jey looked at the doctor, a serious expression on his face. “Don’t worry, we’ll make sure of it.”

The doctor gave a brief smile, nodded, and excused himself from the room.

—

5:32 PM

Later that evening, after Rhea was discharged from Stamford General, she found herself resting on the bed in the guest bedroom. Her mom had stayed by her side, ensuring she wasn’t alone as Jey, Damian, and Rhea’s dad were downstairs, talking quietly.

Rhea settled back against the soft pillows, her hand resting on her growing belly, a small smile on her lips as she turned her gaze toward her mom. The soft hum of the house created a sense of calm around them.

“Mom,” Rhea began, her voice quiet but thoughtful. “What do you think of Jey?”

Her mother looked at her with a knowing smile, the kind of smile only a mother could give, filled with a mixture of love and wisdom. “He’s exactly what you needed,” she said, her voice soft yet firm, as though she had seen the change in Rhea herself. “He’s patient with you. He’s protective, but he knows when to let you stand on your own. That’s rare.”

Rhea smiled at her mom’s words, the warmth of her approval soothing a part of her that often felt restless. “I’m glad you think that. I don’t know… sometimes I wonder if I’m doing this right.”

Her mom reached over, gently squeezing her hand. “Sweetheart, no one knows how to handle life perfectly. You just learn along the way. And with Jey, you’ve got someone who’ll support you, even when you don’t think you need it.”

Rhea leaned back further into the pillows, her thoughts drifting to the future. “How did you do it, Mom? How did you handle being pregnant and having a career? I feel like I’m juggling everything and it’s overwhelming.”

Her mom chuckled softly, her eyes softening with the memories of her own experiences. “It wasn’t easy being pregnant with you, Demi. You kicked me at the worst possible times, and Jesus, I thought you were sitting on my bladder the entire time.” She paused for a moment, laughing at the memory. “And I don’t know what it is with you, but you wanted pineapples all the time. I swear I couldn’t keep enough in the house.”

Rhea laughed lightly, a small sigh escaping her. “I still love pineapples,” she admitted. “Did you have heartburn too?”

Her mom laughed with her, the sound light and comforting. “Oh, all the time. I’d eat one of those pineapples, and it’d be like my chest was on fire.”

Rhea smiled at the warmth of the conversation, feeling more grounded with each passing minute. “I’m sorry, Mom,” she said, turning her head to meet her mom’s eyes. “I know I haven’t made things easy for you, especially with everything going on right now.”

Her mom shook her head, brushing a strand of Rhea’s hair behind her ear. “You never have to apologize for being yourself, Demi. But…” she paused, her tone becoming slightly more serious. “Have you started journaling like I told you to?”

Rhea sat up slightly, pulling the blanket higher around her body. “Yeah, I’ve been trying. I don’t know if it’s helping, though. When I write, I just feel like a mess. Like I can’t keep my thoughts straight.”

Her mom smiled gently, a look of understanding in her eyes. “It’s not like a pain pill, where you see relief in 20 minutes, sweetheart. You’ve got to let it take you. Sometimes it helps you make sense of the chaos, even if you don’t see it right away. You’ll feel it in time.”

Rhea nodded, letting her mom’s advice settle into her mind. “I know. I just wish it didn’t feel so… heavy all the time.”

Her mom’s gaze softened as she reached over, rubbing Rhea’s arm. “I know it’s tough. But the most important thing right now is you. Don’t forget to take care of yourself. And don’t push everything down. It’s okay to let things out, even if it’s just in your journal.”

Rhea closed her eyes, taking in her mother’s words. She knew she was right. “I’ll try, Mom. I promise.”

There was a brief pause before her mom smirked mischievously, her eyes narrowing slightly. “No offense, but I think your fiancé is a little full of himself,” she said teasingly.

Rhea raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice curious.

“Look at all these posters of Joshua and his brother,” her mom said, gesturing to the walls of the guest bedroom, where framed posters of Jey and his brother Jon hung. “They’re everywhere. Like he’s the king of the world.”

Rhea laughed, shaking her head. “Mom, the other room has me and Damian all over the walls. I’m sure Jey doesn’t mind.”

Her mom smiled, clearly just enjoying the moment of playful banter. “I’m just teasing, sweetheart. But really, I can see why you’re with him. He cares about you, and that’s all that matters.”

Rhea smiled softly, her heart swelling at her mom’s words. “Thanks, Mom. I really needed to hear that.”

Her mom leaned in to kiss her forehead gently. “I’m always here for you, Demi. Just remember, you’ve got this. And if you need help, don’t be afraid to ask.”

Rhea nodded, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. “I’ll remember, Mom. I promise.”

As the room settled into a quiet rhythm, Rhea relaxed, grateful for the comfort of her mother’s presence. Even amidst the chaos of life, she knew that with her family by her side, she could face whatever came next.

After Rhea fell asleep for a bit, Rhea’s mother descended the stairs slowly, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she saw her husband, Damian, and Jey gathered in the living room. They were chatting quietly, though the mood had shifted slightly with the tension from earlier. The house felt warmer now, as though the presence of family brought an air of comfort after everything that had happened with Rhea.

As she entered the room, her eyes naturally fell on the family portrait hanging on the wall in the living room. The picture was a beautiful moment captured in time. Rhea’s mother smiled softly at the picture before turning her attention back to Jey.

“These are your kids, Joshua?” she asked, her tone warm and curious.

Jey stood up from his seat, his posture relaxed as he met her gaze. “Yes, ma’am,” he said, his voice respectful. “From a previous marriage. That’s my youngest, Jeyce, and my oldest, Jaciyah. He’s actually about to graduate this year.”

Rhea’s mother’s eyes softened, a gentle warmth filling her expression. “My bonus grandbabies,” she said fondly, her voice carrying a hint of pride. “They must be quite the handful.”

Jey chuckled, his smile genuine. “Oh, they definitely keep me on my toes. They’re with their mother right now, though.”

A thoughtful expression crossed Rhea’s mother’s face, her gaze drifting momentarily to the photograph as though envisioning the children growing up before her. “I hope you two have a good partnership despite the divorce,” she said, her tone gentle, yet probing.

Jey paused for a moment, considering the question before answering. “Yes, actually,” he replied, his voice calm. “She’s only about twenty minutes away now. She was living in San Francisco, but she’s here now. So, we’re able to maintain a civil relationship for the kids’ sake.”

Rhea’s mother nodded thoughtfully, her expression reflecting approval. “That’s good to hear,” she said with a slight smile. “It’s important to maintain peace, especially for the children.”

Jey’s eyes softened at her understanding, feeling a sense of relief in her acceptance. “It’s not always easy, but we try to make it work. I think that’s the most important part.”

Rhea’s mother tilted her head slightly, curiosity lighting her face as she asked, “And what does she do for work? Your ex-wife?”

Jey smiled, feeling a sense of pride as he answered, “She’s an assistant manager at a marketing company. Funny enough, WWE actually uses them from time to time for promotional work, so she’s been involved with some of our projects.”

Rhea’s mother raised her eyebrows in surprise, impressed by the connection. “Well, that’s interesting. Seems like everything has a way of tying together, doesn’t it?”

Jey grinned, nodding. “It sure does. It’s funny how things work out sometimes.”

The room fell into a comfortable silence for a moment as Rhea’s mother looked at the family portrait once more, her thoughts likely drifting to her daughter and the growing family she was becoming a part of. Rhea’s journey had been complicated, but Jey knew that her family, particularly her mother, was an important anchor in her life. And he intended to make sure he fit in, supporting Rhea and her loved ones, no matter the challenges ahead.

Rhea’s mother finally turned back to Jey, a thoughtful expression on her face. “It’s clear how much you care about her,” she said softly, her tone serious but filled with warmth. “I can see it in the way you talk about her. I just hope that with everything going on, you’re both able to find a way to balance everything.”

Jey met her gaze, his heart full of determination. “We will. We’ve got a good foundation, and I’m not going anywhere. I’ll make sure she’s taken care of.”

Rhea’s mother nodded, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “I’m glad to hear that. You’re good for her, Joshua. I can see it.”

Jey’s heart swelled at her approval, the sense of responsibility heavier now than ever. He was ready to protect Rhea and their future, no matter what challenges they faced. But for now, he was grateful for moments like this—moments of connection and understanding that brought their families closer together.

For Dinnertime, Damian had managed to entertain Rhea’s parents with his impromptu lesson on how to make pupusas, his lively chatter filling the kitchen. Meanwhile, Jey couldn’t focus on the conversation or the smell of fresh cooking. His mind was with Rhea, his thoughts heavy with worry. He couldn’t shake the image of her in that hospital bed, so fragile. The weight of everything — the stress she had been under, the baby, his careless words in Titusville — it all sat on his chest like a ton of bricks.

He needed to see her, to make sure she was okay.

Jey quietly excused himself from the kitchen, leaving Damian to handle the pupusa lesson, and made his way upstairs. He moved silently through the hallways, stopping in front of the guest room where Rhea was resting. His heart ached as he opened the door and saw her, asleep, peaceful for the moment. He closed the door behind him, walking over to the bed.

He didn’t want to wake her, but the need to see her eyes, to feel her warmth, overtook him. He leaned down and softly kissed her forehead, a gentle caress that stirred her awake.

Rhea slowly opened her eyes, blinking against the soft light in the room, and then she smiled at him, her eyes still clouded with the remnants of sleep. Jey’s heart lifted, but his worries still lingered.

“Hey, baby,” Jey whispered, his thumb tracing her jawline. “You scared the shit out of me today.”

Rhea’s smile faded slightly, her gaze shifting. “I’m sorry, Jey,” she murmured, her voice a little raspy. “I’ve been having bad dreams.”

Jey’s brow furrowed. He could feel the weight of her words — the fear in them, the strain. He sat on the edge of the bed, taking her hand in his.

“Why don’t you tell me about them?” he asked softly, his voice filled with concern.

Rhea sighed and looked away, a small frown pulling at her lips. “I don’t want to bother you anymore than I already am,” she said, the words heavy with something more than just the surface meaning.

Jey shook his head, squeezing her hand tighter. “Baby… are you still upset about what I said in Titusville?” he asked, his voice quiet but desperate to understand.

Rhea met his eyes, her expression guarded. For a moment, she stayed silent before replying, her voice soft. “It’s okay,” she said, trying to convince both him and herself.

But Jey could see it — the hesitation in her eyes, the slight tremor in her words. He knew she was lying, and it broke him all over again.

Jey’s eyes softened with regret. He reached for her cheek, his thumb gently stroking her skin. “I’m sorry, Rhea. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t realize how deep it went,” he murmured, his voice thick with remorse.

Rhea smiled faintly, her lips pulling at the corners. “It’s okay,” she repeated, though the words felt hollow. She wasn’t okay, and Jey knew it.

Jey’s heart ached. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to hers. “I’m really trying, baby. I’m trying to be a better man for you,” he admitted, the vulnerability in his words raw and unguarded.

Rhea looked at him, her eyes glistening with something he couldn’t quite define. “I know… I know you are,” she said softly. “It’s just… maybe I shouldn’t let you see my vulnerability for a while.”

Jey’s chest tightened, his hand still holding hers. “Baby, now you’re shutting me out,” he said, his voice breaking a little with the emotion he was trying to hold back.

Rhea closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. When she opened them again, her gaze was distant. “Jey,” she started, her voice shaky, “what did you expect? You think if we pick out our wedding cake, watch some movies, and cuddle, everything just goes back to normal?”

Jey opened his mouth to speak, but Rhea cut him off, her words rushing out in a raw burst.

“No, Jey,” she said, her voice growing firmer, “I just… I just want to keep my emotions to myself for a while. I need to deal with this on my own.”

Jey felt his world slip, like the floor had been pulled out from under him. Her words stung, sharper than he anticipated. He tried to stay composed, but the pressure of the situation, the weight of her hurt, left him feeling helpless. He wanted to fix it, wanted to make everything right, but it felt like he was losing her little by little.

“Rhea…” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Please don’t shut me out. We’re in this together. We always have been.”

Rhea didn’t respond immediately. She just stared at him, the silence stretching between them like a growing distance neither of them knew how to bridge.

Jey’s heart sank as he realized the truth of what she was saying. She needed space, and he couldn’t force her to open up before she was ready. He wasn’t sure how long it would take for her to heal, but he knew he had to respect her boundaries, even if it hurt.

He gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, his hand lingering on her cheek for just a moment longer than necessary. “I’m here when you’re ready,” he said softly. “But I’m not going anywhere.”

Rhea’s eyes met his, and for a brief moment, he saw a flicker of the woman he had fallen in love with. But it quickly faded, replaced by the heavy mask she had put back in place.

“I know,” she said quietly.

Jey kissed her forehead again, his own frustration and helplessness simmering beneath the surface. As he pulled away, he sat quietly beside her, watching her drift off again, wishing there was more he could do.

But for now, all he could do was wait — wait for her to heal, wait for her to come back to him, or wait for them to find their way back to each other.

Jey carefully adjusted the blanket over her, brushing a strand of hair from her face before quietly leaving the guest bedroom. He moved down the hall, his steps deliberate to avoid waking her, and heard the faint ring of his phone from the master bedroom.

Heading towards it, he picked it up from the nightstand and glanced at the screen. The name “Takecia” lit up, and Jey furrowed his brow briefly before answering.

“Hey, T,” he greeted, his tone neutral but curious. “Everything okay?”

“Hey, yeah,” Takecia replied cheerfully. “Just checking—are you still good to pick up the boys on Sunday?”

Jey relaxed and leaned against the doorframe. “Yeah, that’s fine. Sunday works.”

“Perfect!” Takecia said with a hint of amusement. “Oh, and by the way, Demi and Jeyce are too cute.”

Jey’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Wait a minute,” he said, a slight grin forming. “Mr. Bartley actually let Jeyce see Demi again?”

Takecia laughed, the sound light and teasing. “Yup. After I made him write an essay about how sneaking out and kissing girls on his couch is not a good idea. Oh, and I brought Dacre some of my famous brownies. No one cannot resist my baking.”

Jey chuckled, shaking his head. “You always did know how to win people over with those brownies, T. They’re still the best.”

“I know,” she said smugly. “Anyway, I’ll see you Sunday. Be safe.”

“Will do,” Jey replied before ending the call.

As he set his phone back down, he turned to find Bella and Barry, their two large dogs, sprawled out across the oversized king bed. The sight made him shake his head with a smirk.

“Must be nice,” he muttered, scratching Barry behind the ears before heading downstairs.

The soft hum of conversation and the clinking of dishes greeted him as he reached the kitchen. Rhea’s parents and Damian were gathered around the kitchen island, pupusa ingredients around them. Damian leaned casually against the counter, mid-laugh as Rhea’s dad shared a story from their past.

Jey stepped into the room, his presence immediately noticed. “You’re back,” Damian said, nodding toward him. “How’s Rhea?”

“Sleeping,” Jey said with a small smile. “She’s tired, but she’s good.” He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and leaned against the counter, taking a moment to soak in the warmth of the scene before him.

“Good,” Rhea’s mom said, relief evident in her tone. “She needs rest now more than ever.”

Jey nodded in agreement, his gaze drifting toward the clock on the wall. “Yeah, she does. And I’m making sure she gets it.”

Rhea’s dad smiled. “That’s what we like to hear, future son-in-law. Keep my daughter safe, and you’ll stay on my good side.”

Jey laughed, lifting his water bottle as if to return the toast. “Always, Mr. Bennett.”

—

Rhea woke up groggily, blinking at the clock on her bedside table. The glowing numbers read 10:21 PM. She stretched and rubbed her eyes before sitting up, remembering that her parents were likely heading to the guest bedroom by now to get some rest. Not wanting to disturb them, she grabbed her blanket and quietly made her way downstairs.

As she reached the living room, she saw Jey and Damian sitting on the couch, casually watching TV and nursing beers. She smiled at the sight and asked, “Where are my parents?”

Damian looked over his shoulder with a small grin. “Traded rooms with me. Said they’d rather see their daughter on posters than Jey’s face.”

Rhea giggled, her exhaustion fading slightly. She plopped herself onto the couch beside Jey, pulling her blanket up around her shoulders.

Jey turned to her, his eyes warm and attentive. “You want something to eat, baby?”

Rhea thought for a moment, then grinned mischievously. “I want hot Cheetos with nacho cheese.”

Damian raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Really? I made pupusas earlier with your parents. You sure you don’t want those?”

Rhea shook her head firmly. “I still want hot Cheetos with nacho cheese,” she said stubbornly, her tone light but teasing.

Jey sighed with a playful shake of his head. “We don’t have any of that. Late-night run to the gas station?”

Damian leaned back on the couch, taking another sip of his beer. “Looks like it. Could probably use more beer while we’re at it.”

Rhea smiled and slipped on her slides, heading toward the counter where she grabbed her keys. She handed them to Jey with a smirk. “You’re driving. I’m too tired.”

Jey chuckled, taking the keys and motioning for her and Damian to follow him. They headed to the garage, and as the door lifted, Damian’s eyes landed on Rhea’s plum-colored Tahoe parked neatly beside Jey’s Mercedes.

“Look at you with another purple monster,” Damian said, referencing the color of her SUV with a grin.

Rhea laughed, running her hand along the hood of the car. “Jey bought it for me.”

Jey shrugged, a proud smile on his face. “She wanted a family car. Figured this was the one.”

Damian gave a nod of approval, grinning. “Well, you did good, Uce. This thing is clean.”

Rhea slipped into the passenger seat as Jey climbed into the driver’s side. Damian got comfortable in the back, his beer still in hand. Jey started the engine, and the Tahoe rumbled to life, the familiar hum comforting to Rhea.

“Let’s go get your hot Cheetos and nacho cheese preggers,” Jey said with a smirk, backing out of the driveway.

“And don’t forget the beer,” Damian added, already scrolling through his phone for music to play during the drive.

—

March 1st, 2025 6:37 AM

The dim, cold light of the holding cells flickered as Thomas groggily stirred awake on the hard bench that served as his bed. The echoing clang of a baton against the bars jolted him fully upright.

“Cal, Thomas!” the guard barked, his voice sharp and commanding. “You made bail. Get your things.”

Thomas blinked, still disoriented, as he rubbed his eyes and stood up. He glanced around the cell, unsure of what was happening. Who would bail him out? He hadn’t called anyone.

Dragging his feet, Thomas gathered the meager belongings he had and the guard escorted him down the narrow hallway, the sound of their footsteps reverberating off the concrete walls. The air smelled faintly of bleach and sweat, a pungent reminder of where he’d just spent the last week.

As they reached the exit, Thomas squinted against the harsh sunlight that greeted him. Parked directly in front of the facility was a sleek black SUV with heavily tinted windows. The vehicle idled quietly, its polished exterior looking completely out of place against the gritty backdrop of the county lockup.

The rear door of the SUV swung open smoothly, and Thomas froze as a familiar figure stepped out. It was Morris.

Morris adjusted his expensive suit, his movements slow and deliberate, the picture of composure. His piercing eyes locked onto Thomas with an intensity that made his stomach drop.

“I’d get in the car if I were you, Cottonmouth,” Morris said coolly, his voice calm but carrying an undertone of menace.

Thomas gulped audibly, his throat dry. He hadn’t heard anyone call him “Cottonmouth” in two years—he earned the nickname for the way he always managed to talk his way out of trouble. But Morris using it now was no compliment; it was a warning.

Heart pounding, Thomas hesitated for a moment, but the weight of Morris’s gaze left no room for argument. Slowly, he descended the steps of the lockup facility and approached the SUV. He climbed in cautiously, the leather seats cold against his back as the door slammed shut behind him.

His fate undetermined..

—

Meanwhile - Liv and Dominik’s Hotel Room

Liv skipped down the hallway of the hotel, her blonde hair bouncing as she carried a small bag of snacks. When she reached the door to their room, Liv pulled out her keycard with a grin, unlocking the door. The click of the lock echoed softly as they stepped inside.

“Snacks are here!” Liv chirped, dropping the bag onto the bed.

Dominik, already sprawled out on the bed, perked up immediately. His eyes lit up as he saw the familiar red bag. “My Cheetos!” he exclaimed, reaching for the Hot Cheetos like a child grabbing their favorite toy.

Liv laughed, shaking her head. “You and those Cheetos, Dom. I’m gonna hit the bathroom real quick,” she said, disappearing into the bathroom.

“Cool,” Dominik replied, ripping open the bag. “I’ll pick out a movie!”

In the bathroom, Liv shut the door and locked it behind her. Her playful smile faltered as she reached into the pocket of her jacket and pulled out a small box. She stared at it for a moment before opening it and pulling out the test inside.

Her hands trembled slightly as she followed the instructions, quickly taking the test and setting it on the counter.

“Okay, 90 seconds,” she muttered to herself, pacing nervously in the small space. Her mind raced with what-ifs as she anxiously counted down the seconds.

When the timer hit 90, Liv turned back to the counter. She picked up the stick and looked at the small window.

Her mouth dropped open, her eyes widening as she stared at the result.

—

The drive back from the gas station was filled with light conversation and an air of calm, though an undercurrent of tension lingered, at least for Rhea. She sat quietly in the passenger seat, her thoughts bouncing between the events of the day and the unresolved feelings stemming from Jey’s words in Titusville. She hadn’t fully let go of the hurt.. and to be honest, she was afraid of another incident like that happening again.

Back at the house, Damian finished the last of his beer with Jey, sharing a few more laughs about old times before excusing himself to his guest room. “Alright, Uso, I’m out. Don’t do anything stupid,” Damian said with a smirk as he walked up the stairs.

Jey chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah. Goodnight, man.”

As the sound of Damian’s door clicking shut echoed, the house settled into a quiet hum. Jey returned to the living room, where Rhea had already sunk into the couch, her legs curled beneath her, a blanket draped over her lap. She glanced up at him, her expression guarded but soft.

“You want a sprite?” Jey asked, motioning toward the kitchen.

Rhea shook her head. “No, I’m good. Just water, maybe.”

Jey nodded and disappeared into the kitchen for a moment, returning with a glass of water for her and a beer for himself. He handed her the glass and sat down beside her, leaving a respectable amount of space between them.

For a while, they sat in comfortable silence, the faint hum of the refrigerator and the soft ticking of the wall clock filling the room. Jey sipped his beer, stealing glances at Rhea, trying to read her mood. She stared at the television, though it was clear her mind was elsewhere.

“You’re quiet tonight,” Jey finally said, his tone gentle, testing the waters.

Rhea turned to him, her eyes meeting his. “Just thinking,” she replied simply, her voice calm but distant.

Jey hesitated, setting his beer on the coffee table. “About what?”

Rhea took a sip of her water, the coolness grounding her for a moment before she answered. “Everything,” she said softly, her gaze dropping to the glass in her hands.

Jey’s stomach tightened. He shifted closer to her, his voice low and sincere. “Rhea… I know I hurt you. I know I can’t just erase it. But please just.. try to see where I was coming from.”

Rhea let out a small sigh, her fingers tracing the rim of the glass. “It’s not just the words, Jey. It’s… how it made me feel. Like I wasn’t enough. Like I wasn’t doing this right.”

Jey reached for her hand, his touch light but firm. “That’s not what I meant. You’re everything to me, Rhea. I was frustrated with the situation, not you. I took it out on you, and that’s on me.”

She looked at him, her eyes searching his for sincerity. “I understand.”

Jey felt flushed, his grip on her hand tightening slightly. “I promise I’ll do better. No more saying things I don’t mean just because I’m in my head. You deserve better than that, and so does our baby.”

Rhea’s guarded expression softened, though a hint of hesitation still lingered. She wanted to trust his words, to believe he could change. “Okay,” she said after a long pause, her voice still not convince though Jey didn’t press on it more than he already had. “But you have to mean it, Jey. I can’t go through this again.”

“I mean it,” Jey said firmly, his eyes locked on hers. “I’m not perfect, but I’m going to try. For you, for us, for our family.”

Rhea nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Don’t think I won’t call you out if you mess up again,” she teased lightly, her tone softening.

Jey chuckled, relief washing over him. “Fair enough. I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

—

March 1st, 2025 2:36 PM

“Hello, how can I help you?” the airport customer service representative asked, her polite tone masking the tedium of a long shift.

Brent Villanueva, better known as Ball Python, shifted uncomfortably on his feet. His tall frame and lean muscles drew attention from passersby, but he avoided eye contact. The single carry-on bag slung over his shoulder held his few belongings—essentials for a quick escape.

“I need a ticket to Reykjavik,” Brent said firmly.

The representative raised an eyebrow but said nothing, her fingers clicking against the keyboard. “Next flight leaves in four hours. That’ll be $1,937.26.”

Brent pulled out his worn debit card, the edges frayed from years of use. As she processed the transaction, he glanced around nervously. The buzz of the airport surrounded him—families on vacation, business travelers glued to their phones, and tired workers trudging toward their gates.

“Thank you,” she said, handing him the ticket.

Brent nodded, stuffing the paper into his jacket pocket before stepping away from the counter.

He wasn’t running because he wanted to. He was running because staying meant certain death.

Copperhead was gone—word spread fast in their circle, even without direct confirmation. And Cottonmouth? Well, Cottonmouth was just stubborn enough to think he could survive whatever King Cobra threw his way. Brent wasn’t about to make the same mistake.

Morris, the man they all feared and called King Cobra, wouldn’t waste time tracking down his so-called “loyal followers.” Brent knew he’d already painted a target on his back the moment he joined *****’s plan to kill Black Mamba. He just didn’t think Morris would take Mamba’s side…

Brent tightened his grip on the strap of his bag and made his way toward the security checkpoint. The loudspeaker above crackled with boarding announcements, each word a reminder that time was running out.

He couldn’t help but think of the other two men still in Pensacola. Maybe they would make it out, but more than likely… they wouldn’t. Brent had seen it before: the calculated way Morris cleaned house, ensuring no loose ends.

As he approached the TSA line, his heart pounded. He was almost free, but deep down, a voice inside of him whispered: Can you ever truly escape King Cobra’s venom?

The airport was cold, the fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow. Brent stepped forward, the weight of his decision pressing on his shoulders. He didn’t look back. He couldn’t.

Four hours later, when the plane roared into the sky, Brent Villanueva left Pensacola far behind… or did he?

[cowboywritersworld]

Can you please write a Jey Uso x Reader, where they are in a relationship and they celebrate his Intercontinental Championship win? He brings her to her favorite local restaurant and then asks her to marry him.

Thank you in advance!

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Requests are: OPEN for now I would prefer requests based on the flufftober prompts.

Characters: Jey Uso, Reader

Prompt: Can you please write a Jey Uso x Reader, where they are in a relationship and they celebrate his Intercontinental Championship win? He brings her to her favorite local restaurant and then asks her to marry him.

You are backstage, sitting on some crates, in front of you there is one of the tvs, from which you are watching Jey's match. You both are in a relationship since two years and each day you love him more and more.

There is a huge smile on your face, while you fidget with the hem of his "yeet" t-shirt. You love stealing his clothes, especially since they are big and comfy for you, plus he has had someone make that t-shirt just for you.

You stand up as soon as the referee ends the match, smiling even more: Jey has waited 14 long years for that opportunity and now... And now he has just won his first single belt.

You can feel your heart swell with pride. It doesn't matter that you aren't supposed to go out there, you still do it, waiting for him. Your boyfriend is simply so good and you can't deny how lucky you are. That gold around his waist looks just perfect on him.

"I did it, Y/N" He tells you before hugging you: both not caring about the fans, everyone already knows about your relationship.

"I am so proud of you, Jey. You deserve this moment and all the future defenses." You tell him sweetly, intertwining a hand in his, walking to the back.

"I couldn't have done it without you. Thanks for being always there for me." He stops and kisses you, caressing your cheeks.

"I'll always be at your side." You bump your forehead against his. "We should go out and celebrate this huge milestone."

"Let me take a shower and then I'll treat you to your favorite Italian place here." He knows, since you are come from Italy, how much you love eating your food.

"I'll wait for you, but don't take too much, I am starving."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When you both finally reach the Italian restaurant, you hum happily. It has been a while since you last ate there and you missed that place. As always, they get you a table in a little special part of the restaurant, so that you won't get bothered by paparazzi or fans.

Jey takes out a chair for you and lets you sit, before he pecks you on the lips. "I'll be right back, have to do something. I'll be quick."

You nod and browse through the menu, even though you know it way too well, smiling when he comes back. You end up ordering their famous handmade lasagna, while Jey takes a pizza. You talk about everything and nothing while eating, exchanging lovingly looks, intertwining hands and sweet kisses all over.

"Guys, here is your dessert." The owner comes to you both with a huge tiramisu, which they haven't ordered.

"Thank you...?" You smile gently at him and look at Jey, when the owner goes away. "You asked for this?" You ask with a raised eyebrow, while he gives you a part of it. A part which is very special, but you still don't know about that.

"I know how much you like it, so you deserve the best." He chuckles and looks at you as you start eating it.

"Mh... There is something strange here." You stop when you hit a hard part. With the fork you make space around it and gasp as you see a little blue velvet box. "Jey wha-"

"Y/N, I love you so much, I want to up our relationship from now on." He took the box in his hand, standing up just to get on one knee and open it in front of you. "Y/N, my love for you is never going to end. I may have just won my first singles Championship, but I have something else on my mind, something way more important. Will you marry me?"

You bring your hands to your mouth in shock, tears starting to flow down your cheeks. You still can't believe it, but you nod frantically. "Yes Jey, I will."

That evening couldn't get any better and you both are so happy while he puts the ring at your finger.

[viandclintbarton-supremacy]

The Unkillable Lion (GN Wrestler Reader x Russio)

Warning: Mentions of blood, swearing and bad writing

W/N = Wrestler Name

Your heart beat was bumping, nerves settled in, its happening!!

You are going to walk out at Wembley Stadium for the match of your life. A match in your home country, the biggest ever and in front of a sold out crowd. But not infront of your family....It sucked. Not only was your family stuck in Australia but your sister and girlfriend lost the finals of the Women's World Cup and all you could do was call and text them since thier flights were delayed. You could physically be here for them. You sighed resuming your stretching

*Crowd roars*

You glanced at the backstage monitor the screen just showed the graphic of the next match

For the Newly reinstated NJPW Intercontinental Championship

NO HOLDS BARRED

"The Unkillable" W/N

VS

"The King" Minoru Suzuki (C)

Excalibur on the commentary team "Up next will The King Suzuki be knocked off his throne? Or will The Unkillable be Killed on their home soil"

Jim ross would respond "There is no doubt that this match with be a slobber knocker"

You smiled before feeling a hand on your shoulder, you turn to see Kenny Omega

Y/N:"Great match out there today Kenny" He smiled

Kenny:"Do I ever have a bad match" giving you a really look

F/N:"Fair Point"

Kenny:"This crowd is red hot, they are gonna have your back I'd say even against Suzuki. And i have ni doubt your family and gal are gonna be watching from Australia"

You looked at him with a determined smile "Thanks Ken"

"5 minutes F/N" You hear from the gorilla position.

"Now go show them what the Elite is all about " you smirked and winked before leaving to go tear the house down

"Calm down mum, F/N will be fine."

"Well you know what i am like Jorge"

"They are a Bronze they will survive anything, right Luc?" Jorge would turn to his sister who had a far away look in her eye. Jorge slightly frowned, the impact of losing the World Cup final was still being processed.

"Luc?" Lucy felt a nudge of a leg moving her leg, she looked to her side to see Keira "Jorge was saying Bronze's can survive anything, personally i think he is correct" Bronze smiled as she looked at the tv and starred at her sibling face. She felt so much pride seeing her sibling being apart of something so big and living their dream.

"Yeah they will survive, though knowing Y/N there will be blood"

"BLOOD!" the room would jump at the sound of Alessia Russo sudden outburst.

"Bloody hell Les!" Ella Toone would say placing her arm on her chest from being startled "Sorry i just didn't know, i don't even know what this match actually is. will their actually be blood" Alessia would say looking at Bronze with slight worry but also embarrassment. She felt bad as she still didn't understand Y/N's job fully. She hated watching them get hurt but to star bleeding???

"Well basically a No Holds Barred Match is anything goes. No count outs they can use any sort of weapon, go anywhere in the stadium." Lucy would say earing the attention of some of the lionesses who were also watching and those new to the sport. Since the flights were delayed, the group decide to have a massive hang out with the team and families "And yes Y/N has a history being busted open" Lucy would say with grimace on her face. Making Alessia more nervous and scared for Y/N.

Alessia met Y/N on her first match for the Senior England Team, Y/N was supporting their sister Lucy during the match and the duo would have a brief encounter but would greet each other everytime. One of the things Russio like about Y/N was they always greeted everyone and shook peoples hands. no matter if they were players, team's family's or staff. As a wrestler Y/N always showed respect and etiquette to everyone.

It wasnt until Alessia moved to London after signing for Arsenal, That their paths would cross at a gym from there the duo would grow closer. Everytime Y/N would go across the country or abroad, Alessia would miss the charming wrestler. And when Russio did the same Y/N would miss the clumsy but talented footballer.

It wasn't until a gym session 2 months ago after the duo both hadn't seen each other for nearly two months that one thing led to another that the duo would engage in a heated night of passion..........in the gym bathroom.........and then Y/N's Car......and then Y/N's bed. Basically a LOT of PASSION happened that night.

The duo would become an item, keeping it on the low and eventually would tell thier families tho both were SCARED TO FUCK to tell Lucy. Given the fact that the last time Lucy found out F/N had a partner.....well F/N doesn't know actually their partner just vanished, no sign of where they went but it smelt of Lucy's involvement.

When the duo announced to Lucy, it was a surprise as she seemed to beam with happiness seeing her teammate and her siblings together. She knew Russio well and trusted her and when Lucy embraced Russio, she would whisper "If anything happens to them, remember it's very easy for me to find you" Before hugging her sibling leaving Les gulping slightly before smiling nervously.

Alessia's worry grew she struggles to watch F/N wrestle, seeing them getting hurt and thrown around scared her. and now blood? She would be lying is she said she understood wrestling. She was snapped out of her trance by a hand on her shoulder "Les? They will be ok. this is their job" Alessia turned to the voice and smiled at her best friend Ella Toone. "She's right. They will fuck that guy up" Russio smiled at Mary Earps comment.

*Crazy Train by Ozzy Osbourne plays at Wembley"

The crowd roars as the lionesses and focus on the screen.

You hear the rumble of the crowd, you wanted for your cue to leave, you couldn't wait to leave and see the crowd and start the walk to the ring.

Lucy breathed out, feeling nervous for you as Les got excited

You started to walk down the Hallway, every step the view of the crowd getting more and more in view. As you step out the crowd cheered like maniac and wanted for you to remove your hood and ignite your pyro.

"Oh my god, the colour of their gear" Stanway pointed out. Gaining the attention of the lionesses "Its the same colour scheme as our away kit" The lionesses couldn't help but feel flattered at the gesture whilst the Bronze family were filled with pride

You removed the hood revealing your face and the pyro went off to loud cheers as you screamed and shouted to the fans to cheer. you felt the breeze against your skin as you stood there for the moment to take it all in. you looked out to the sea of people. Your fellow countrymen and fans that came to see you. Lucy watched with pride, She knew the feeling you had right now. whilst Les smiled at the cute reaction you showed You nodded as you began to walk down the ramp high fiving the fans and kids in the front row.

"A year ago a team of Lionesses walked onto the pitch of Wembley and played with pride and passion to become champions of Europe. One of those Lionesses was Lucy Bronze" Nigel McGuiness paused. The lionesses ears were listening at the commentator with smiles. they may have lost the finals but they did achieve greatness with winning the euros. As Lucy's name was mentioned

"Now a year later, W/N Bronze walks into the same Arena. With the goal to become champion like their sister. This isn't a try and fail for Y/N this is a must for them. They HAVE to walk out of Wembley champion" Les couldn't help but the amount of pressure you must be under, she didn't think of the story of his match and started to worry what if you did lose. She has lost the finals of the World Cup, she couldn't bear to see you lose too "They need to win, so when they walked down the streets, people will come up to then and say. 'Hey you are the NJPW Intercontinental Champ, W/N Bronze right?.' And Not 'oh isn't Lucy Bronze your sister.'"

The group would frown as you entered the ring. Did the commentator really say that. They thought it was harsh, but Lucy knew. She hated seeing you accomplish so much but still be referred as the other sibling. Alessia also knew she would see interviews of you and every time you were undermined and Lucy was brought up you can feel your energy switch.

As you made your way to the ring, the crowd's energy continued to surge and you couldn't help but feel the support from your home country. The cheers and chants were overwhelming and it motivated you even more for the match. You knew that this was a critical moment in your career, and you had to give it your all and you couldn't LOSE

The Lionesses and your family continued to watch with bated breath. Lucy felt the pride of being your sister and couldn't help but recall her own moments of glory at Wembley. She understood the immense pressure you were under, and her heart swelled with hope for your success. Alessia, on the other hand, was torn between her excitement for you and her deep concern. She wasn't familiar with wrestling and seeing you in a No Holds Barred match with the potential for blood made her uneasy. The support and reassurance of her friends helped ease her worries, but she couldn't help but feel a knot in her stomach.

"F/N started in the outskirts of Sunderland before heading to Japan, Joining the Faction Chaos by recommendation of Will Ospreay, there Y/N would win multiple tag titles and tournaments before betraying Okada and leaving Chaos and Joining the Bullet Club. A year later F/N would be kicked out of the BC with the Elite and headed to AEW. And now to Wembley. What a journey for this Youngblood" Jim Ross said as he praised you. the commentary about your journey and the pressure to succeed struck a chord with Lucy, Alessia and your Family. They knew how much this meant to you, not just as a wrestler but as an individual trying to step out of your sibling's shadow.

The atmosphere in Wembley Stadium shifted as "The King" Minoru Suzuki made his way to the ring. He was a legendary figure in the world of professional wrestling, known for his no-nonsense, hard-hitting style and a reputation as one of the toughest men in the business.

Suzuki's presence alone exuded an aura of intimidation. His face bore the scars of countless battles, and his cold, unflinching stare made it clear that he had no intention of relinquishing his Intercontinental Championship without a brutal fight.

You watched as he swaggered down the ramp. You prepared yourself mentally as you knew he was gonna try and murder you but you were prepared to fight no matter the cost

The crowd which had been firmly behind you, was now divided. Some cheered for the local hero, "The Unkillable" W/N Bronze, while others cheered to the reigning champion, Suzuki, Hoping that he would tear you apart. The air was electric with anticipation and you could feel the weight of the moment pressing upon you.

The referee checked both competitors for any concealed weapons, making it clear that in a No Holds Barred match, anything could and would happen. The tension in the ring was palpable as the official signaled for the match to begin.

You and Suzuki locked eyes and for a brief moment, He tilted his head before smiling like a maniac, You replied with a smirk. Both of you understood the magnitude of the battle about to take place.

So you decided to throw a chop to the Japanese legend. A loud smack can be heard as Suzuki was caught off guard before accepting the challenge "Come on then wanker" You say trying goad him

Then he did, You felt the chop ripple threw your body sending electricity throughout your body. The each delivering thunderous knife-edge chops to the other. The sound of flesh meeting flesh reverberated throughout the stadium, and the crowd's cheers and gasps grew louder with each strike. Your chest and Suzuki's were both bright red from the onslaught of chops, and neither of you showed any signs of backing down. It was a test of willpower, a battle of endurance, and the audience couldn't believe the spectacle they were witnessing.

"Why why are doing this" Alessia had her hands to her face, During the chop off. She hated seeing you het hit like this and hearing the sounds of the smack echoing around the area "Fucking hit hm F/N" But lucy on the other hand was invested and wanted you to slap the shit out of your opponent

But in a sudden turn of events, Suzuki let out a deep, guttural laugh, his sadistic grin never leaving his face.

"Oh shit" You regretted your challenge

*Chop*

The crowd's gasps turned into collective exclamations of shock and your friends and family watched as the chop sent you to the ground like a bag of potatoes. Alessia squealed as she turned into her father's direction who was laughing at his daughters reaction. "Jesus Christ" Lucy would hear from her brother as he held his child in his arms. Meanwhile you laid there as Suzuki was taunting you "I think my chest is caved in" You would say feeling like you got shot. This was gonna be a war.

Many moments would happen during the match, You power bombing Suzuki through a table, him hitting you with a chair, brawling in the crowed. It wasn't until you took a barbed wire bat to the head that cut you open above the eye. Your family gave a grim look whilst Alessia shrieked and hid her face in Ella's shirt. You looked dazed as the blood dripped down your face and you spat out the blood that fell into your mouth. It was a site that made the crowd stare at you. The match went almost 28 mins before you found yourself in a Gotch powerbomb set up as he went to lift you, You countered with a DDT just as Alessia peeked out

"Focking hell" Toone would say as Your family and lionesses cheered. Alessia heart filled with excitement and amazement. You fighting with such passion made her heart flutter

And then you hit a Bronze Maker (Flatliner) when he ran for you

"BRONZE MAKER!! CAN THAT BE THE MOVE OT MAKE BRONZE, A GOLD MAKER!!" Nigel would say on commentary

As you laid down you heard the chants for you and the rhythm of claps from 81.000 strong behind you. The whole stadium was alive for Y/N Bronze. You staggered up and saw Suzuki now bleeding from the head was on one knee you had to stop him so you ran and dropkicked him into the corner

Alessia was in a trance.

Seeing your chance and the adrenaline pumping jumped to the top rope top, The crowd rumbling they knew what was next after sticking your tongue out with dried blood over your face, you hit your iconic The moonsault stomp "HERE IT COMES"

The crowd popped sending a massive shockwave throughout the arena

"HOLY SHIT!" Mary Earps said in shock

"THAT WAS FUCKING SICK" Stanway said in a hyped voice

"I FELT THAT ONE" Hemp would say as she grimaced

"GO ON Y/N" Millie Bright said a pumped up attitude

"COME ON Y/N" Lucy calm demeanour changed as she couldn't keep still and fully stood up bouncy.

"Come on babygirl/babyboy" Alessia whispered to herself

You stood over the body of your Suzuki and grabbed both arms and brought him to his knees "COME ON KID, MAKE A NAME FOR YOURSELF AND ARCHIVE GREATNESS" Jim Ross adding more excitement and goosebumps with his words and passion

"NIGHT NIGHT MOTHERFUCKER" You shouted as you used the last of your strength to drive your knee into Suzuki's head.

"LION KILLER!!!!" Excalibur shouted on commentary. The crowd roared with passion, as it was like a button you hit on Suzuki's head to make them roar. The room of Lionesses watched on with anticipation

You fall on top of Suzuki and pin him. You hear the referee land on the canvas. And everyone counted with him

"ONE" the ref screamed along with the crowd

"TWO" The Bronze's, Alessia and the lionesses screamed

It felt like forever that you watched the hand come down but eventually

Lucy had goosebumps all over her body. Could it be, Will she finally see you achieve your dream

Alessia was on the break of tears. The art of wrestling, her love and proudness of you was beaming

Finally

"THREE!" Your heart stopped. The crowd roared, your family was in a mixture of tears and joy.

Lucy was hugging and shaking Keira around with joy. She was overwhelmed by seeing you achieve your dream. She saw you start from a underdog to a champion. This meant more to her then the World Cup.

Alessia was tearing up as Ella and Mary were teasing but also cheering. She now understood the moments wrestling made and how it made fans feel. And to see you in such a moment made her cry and celebrate with her friends and lucy

"HE/SHE DID IT, W/N HAS ACHIEVED IMMORTALITY AT WEMBLEY" Jim Ross shouted with passio

You layed there, you did it. You thought looking up to the sky with the open roof of Wembley in view, you don't know how long it took until you realized the ref standing over you with the belt. You slowly sat up onto your knees and held the title staring at it like a new born baby. You then shot up with pride ignoring the pain and held it above your head and the crowd roared once again. A image will for ever be in the minds for Fans's Lucy and Alessia.

As the celebrations went on Omega, The Young Bucks, Ibushi and Hangman came out and praised you as you were lifted onto the Buck's Shoulders. Ella nudging Alessia as she saw the jealous look on her face. But then music hit

"Woah hold on here" Jim Ross said as out of the entrance way came Will Ospreay and members of the United Empire "Its Ospreay, we saw him earlier tonight when he beat Jericho." Excaliber would say "So is the Aussie Open and Jeff Cobbs but that snake Don Callis and Takashita are alongside them." You looked confused as the young bucks set you down. Kenny, Ibushi and Hangman glared at Takeshita and Don Callis due to Earlier events.

As they entered the ring, The Golden Elite stood behind you and the United Empire behind Ospreay as the two of you had a face to face. The stadium rumbled at the sight. Making this a match they wanted. Don would step forward and in response so would Kenny. A action that made Don step back. Kenny was now to you right making it Osprey's left. Kenny glared at will, He still wasn't done with the aerial assassin. As a gesture of he wasn't finished he held up the finger triggers to Ospreay

The Lionesses were Intrigued by this situation. Alessia was annoyed that you didn't get a full celebration and wanted you to have your moment. but Lucy knew something was off by your stance.

And then

"OH MY GAWD!" Jim Ross shouted

"WHAT!! Nigel was flabbergasted

Alessia was wide eyed as most of the Lionesses. Lucy eyebrow raised in surprise

You just SuperKicked Kenny

The arena was stunned, The Golden Elite were frozen. The United Empire then rushed The Elite and started to dismantle them. As you and Ospreay starred at each other, A growing smirk came to both of your faces

"Oh don't tell me" Jim Ross would say kn commentary. You would then make the United Empire hand sign and hug will laughing. "Oh that son of a bitch!" You both grabbed Kenny as you set him up for Will's hidden blade.

You would laugh and stick your tongue out

"Oh you two are definitely related" Lucy would hear Hemp say to which Lucy shrugged smirking "It's a family thing" . Alessia however was shocked at your evil side and couldn't help but blush at the cockiness you were showing.

You then decided to lift Kenny on your shoulders and hit him with his own move. The One Winged Angel

You sat there laughing with Ospreay as your girlfriend blushed more

"Oooh you like when your playmate is a baddie" Mary bumped Alessia making her more embarrassed.

There you stood at Wembley. With your new wrestling family and champion

A few days later

"BABY!!" Alessia was caught off guard but welcomed you picking her up and holding her "I missed you so much" you placed her down and kissed her to which see kissed you back after a minute of tongue twirling of you would part for breathe. "I missed you" You said to your girlfriend. "I missed you too sweetheart"

You smiled with pride " I am so fucking proud of you babe" You said. She smiled sadly but then she cupped your cheeks "Not as proud as me champ" You smiled smugly "Well i am a talented bastard." Alessia fought back a laugh before looking down and biting her lip. You placed your finger on her chin lifting her to look at you. "Whats wrong pet" You gave her a cocky smile. Alessia loved it and knew what was happening. One of her teammates blabbed to you about her liking your bad side. She inches closer.

"THERES MY BOY/GIRL!" all of a sudden you felt yourself picked up into the arms of you sister Lucy. To which you hugged back. The two of you started to playfight "LETS GO CHAMP" Lucy would start saying. You haven't seen her this happy since the Euros. You couldn't help but be happy with Lucy's reaction to your win. Ever since you were a child you wanted her approval and recognition. She was the best sister ever. You notice people at the airport started to look at you and so did lucy. Alessia couldn't help but smile at the cute behaviour before her

"YEAH MY BROTHER/SISTER IS A CHAMPION AND WHAT!" Lucy shouted as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder and leading you away. You reached out your hand to Alessia who grabbed her stuff and your hand and walked with you "Seriously Y/N i am so proud of you bro" Lucy squeezed you closer as you rested you head on her shoulder for a sec "Thanks Lu. I am proud of you two. You were amazing throughout" She smiled sadly before cheering up "Thanks child" You rolled your eyes "That reminds me i got both of you Souvenirs from the show and Keira also" The girls smiled, Lucy was extra thankful as you mentioned her partner is was having a hard time with her injury.

The duo mentioned they got something for you two as you walked out of the airport not before a squeak came from Alessia after you gave a cheeky squeeze to her bum, showing off the cocky side once more leading to you and Lucy laughing at her flustered look

The End

this took so long, like 2 - 3 months. kept dropping in and out of it but i hope my Wrestling readers and woso readers enjoyed it. If you are a fan of both then consider yourself spoiled.

but this leads to a question would you like more wrestling x woso? let me know

and all feedback is welcome.

[unintentionaloracle]

I still miss Jey as Intercontinental Champion, man.