#SELENA IS SO FUCKING BUILT

[tchotchkez]

fuck me, fuck my life, fuck it all.

paul rudd in the newest season of 'only murders in the building'? seriously? what more could you all do to me?

[smilelikeawolf]

The Doom of Aeor was not just one thing.

The Betrayer Gods, so full of hate for mortals, so full of hurt at their siblings choosing their creations over them, stepped into the world to destroy everything themselves.

The archmages built a weapon to kill the gods, because the Calamity was destroying the world.

The archmages built the God Hammer at the heart of Aeor, so that anything that went wrong with risked destroying the city.

The Prime Deities didn’t explain the threat of Predathos, and how they needed all the gods to live in order to fight it should it ever break free.

The Wildmother, scared to reveal how much the Primes and Betrayers still loved each other in spite of everything, because she wasn’t ready to be judged by her children.

The Primes not holding themselves to the same rules they placed onto Solars and mortals.

Cognouza fucking off into the Astral Sea destroyed the teleportation leylines and therefore killed any chance the Aeorians had to escape.

The Arch Heart refused to embrace Primarch Selena when she asked for forgiveness. The rejection that caused her throw the trapped sibling into the God Hammer and cast Wish.

The Arch Heart chose to save their sibling, that trapped god, instead of Counterspelling the Wish.

Primarch Selena using Wish to send knowledge of the God Hammer to every wizard still in Aeor. Wizards who might have been smaller in number had it not been for Cognouza, had they been able to leave before the knowledge was dispersed.

Asmodeus and the Betrayers, choosing to use the God Hammer to kill their siblings when their siblings refused to kill them. Asmodeus tricking them all and acquiring the scroll to the God Hammer and setting it off.

The Arch Heart, redirecting the energy of the God Hammer into the city he’d wanted to save, trading mortal lives for his and their siblings.

The gods’ inability to make peace with their own mortality. They, who in their youth, fled the only home they’d ever known, watching as Predathos consumed it, consumed their family, watching loved ones gone in a flash. Their desperate flight into Reality that forced them into their bodies forever constructed by what they felt in that moment.

Trauma born from fear born from loss born from pain born from love.

[reigns-devotee]

The Twisted Series Masterlist

Chapter 1: Igniting the Flame

Summary: As they clash over their undeniable attraction, Raven struggles with the consequences of giving in to her growing desire, while Roman pushes her to confront what she truly wants. Their charged interaction escalates, leaving Raven torn between the professional world she's built and the magnetic pull Roman has on her.

Warnings: Language, 18+

WC: 5k

As soon as I step into WWE headquarters, the vibe’s already giving me “you don’t belong here” energy, but I push through. I barely have time to adjust to the chaos around me before my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out, half expecting a random meme from Selena or some crazy inside joke from Cassidy, but nah. It’s Triple H.

I tap the message, heart racing for no reason, and the moment I see his name, my stomach drops.

“You’re going to be interviewing Roman Reigns today.”

My mind? Blank. My stomach? Twisted in a knot, like it just took a nosedive off a cliff. Roman fucking Reigns? As in theRoman Reigns, the Tribal Chief, the face of WWE? On my first day as a reporter? This is either some kind of sick joke or a test to see if I can handle the chaos that comes with being part of this universe. But honestly, I don’t know what’s worse—the fact that I have to interview him, or the fact that my brain is spiraling out of control at the thought of it. My nerves are doing their own thing, and I can already feel the sweat creeping in. I’m way too new for this.

“Youre fucking joking.” I whisper to myself, glaring at the message like it’s gonna magically change. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t.

My heels click on the floor with each step, echoing down the hallway like a reminder that I’m actually here. WWE Headquarters. This place is like a damn circus, and I’m just trying not to get lost in the chaos. As I walk past reception, a thought crosses my mind, and I can’t shake it: Should’ve been a damn stripper like Tia. I mean, seriously, what’s stopping me? I’ve got the ass, I’ve got the tits, why not use what I’ve got? The wrestling world is full of bigger-than-life personalities, but let’s be real—I’ve got the body, so I’m not exactly out of place in a different kind of world.

But before I can spiral too deep into my self-doubt, I round the corner, and bam. There it is. The wrestling chaos I’ve been hearing about in stories but never actually seen. Wrestlers in their gear, muscles bulging, faces intense as they prep to head out to the ring. It’s like being dropped into a real-life action movie, and I feel like a fish out of water. I don’t duck my head, though, I’m not some shy rookie who’s gonna blend in. Nah, I’m better than that.

I force myself to keep my head up, standing tall, shoulders back like I belong here—like I’m already part of this world. “Keep your head up, ma,” I whisper to myself, mentally slapping some confidence back into my chest. I wave as I pass by, flashing my best smile like I’ve been here a hundred times, even if my heart is about to beat out of my chest.

Everyone’s doing their thing, too focused on their own routines to pay attention to me. But I catch a few glances, some nods, a couple of smiles in return, which does wonders for my ego. It’s small, but hey, I’ll take it.

Finally, I reach the door. The one that makes my stomach drop all over again. “Roman Reigns,” it says, in bold letters. Like his name is written in gold or something.

For a second, I hesitate. Do I knock? Do I just barge in like I belong here? But before I can second-guess myself again

I reach for the door handle, expecting it to open like every other damn door I’ve walked through today. But, of course, it doesn’t. It’s stuck. I push harder, but nothing. I can feel the heat creeping up my neck as I strain against the door. Seriously? I roll my eyes at myself. This is the most rookie move I could possibly pull, but I can’t stop now. With another push, I lean my shoulder into it, almost ready to just kick the damn thing in when— whoosh—the door swings open faster than I can prepare for.

And, naturally, I go flying forward, landing flat on my ass. My heart goes into overdrive as I catch myself, bracing for the embarrassment that’s already washing over me. But it doesn’t last long. My gaze shoots up, and there he is—Roman fucking Reigns, standing right in front of me.

I freeze for a moment, my heart pounding harder than it ever has in my life. I can’t even form words, just staring up at him as my mind scrambles. My eyes scan his frame from the ground up—his muscular legs in those cargo pants, his bare chest still glistening with sweat from his match. I can’t even think straight, too caught up in how… otherworldly he looks. Like he belongs on some sort of throne.

It’s then that I realize I’m not alone. Three other guys stand behind him, glancing down at me like I’m just another speed bump in their day. They don’t even bat an eye, stepping over me without hesitation. Just a casual wave of their hands like I’m not even there.

Roman, though? He stands still, looking down at me like I’m some kind of puzzle he’s trying to figure out. My stomach flips as I quickly scramble to sit up, my hands trying to steady myself on the floor as I stare up at him. I want to say something, anything, but the words feel stuck in my throat.

I finally glance up to find his eyes locking with mine. There’s this intensity there, like he’s not just seeing me but seeing right through me. His face is unreadable—stone cold, like he’s seen it all before. But then he does something that completely messes with my head.

He flicks his finger.

It’s barely a movement, but suddenly, the other guys behind him know it’s time to leave. They move without question, the door closing softly behind them, leaving Roman and me alone in this awkward, charged silence.

I try to stand up but end up just sitting there like an idiot, like I can’t move. Roman doesn’t even flinch. He just keeps his gaze on me, his eyes dark and calculating. I must look like a damn puppy, lost and confused, because I swear I can feel myself shrinking under that look.

“Easy there, sweetheart,” he says, his voice low but dripping with that alpha energy. “You okay?”

I nod quickly, finally finding my voice. “Yeah… just, uh, just a little… wow.”

He raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by my reaction, but doesn’t break the silence. I can’t tell if it’s teasing or curiosity.

Roman’s hand extends towards me, an unexpected gesture that makes me freeze for just a second. The roughness of his skin and the veins snaking up his forearm are visible, yet the warmth in his grip is surprisingly soft, almost gentle. It doesn’t make sense. His hands should feel like they belong to someone who could tear down a wall with ease, but they feel… human.

I quickly shake the thoughts away, forcing myself to pull away as I stand up, brushing myself off. I clear my throat. “I… I’m um… I have to interview you today. Triple H said so,” I say, feeling like a total dork as the words tumble out of my mouth. My voice sounds small compared to the magnitude of the man standing before me.

Roman lets out a low chuckle, deep and rich, the kind of sound that sends a shiver down your spine. “Man, he already got you running around, huh?” His tone is teasing, but there’s something more behind it. A knowing. He doesn’t say it outright, but I can tell he’s aware of the impact he’s having on me.

Now that I’m on my feet, I take a moment to steady myself. The chaos of just a minute ago seems to dissipate, but the electricity between us? That’s still lingering. He doesn’t say a word, just turns and walks toward his table. He leans against the wall, sipping from a cup of coffee like it’s just another casual Tuesday. His posture, the way he holds himself, makes my stomach flip. His cargos hang perfectly on his hips, just right, and I can’t help but notice the way the muscles in his chest flex as he takes a sip.

I force myself to focus. I pull out my notepad and pen, trying to keep my cool as I take a seat on the couch opposite him. I can’t help but notice the way he’s so effortlessly commanding the space around him, his presence almost overwhelming. His body is all strength, but there’s something about the way he leans against the wall that’s so relaxed. Too relaxed. Like he knows exactly the effect he has on me.

I try to shake it off, but when I glance up, I catch him looking at me. I swear, I’m not staring at him on purpose, but somehow, my gaze locks onto him like he’s the only thing in the room. And before I can look away, he speaks, his voice low, gravelly.

“You gonna stare, or are you gonna do something about it, sweetheart?” His words hang in the air, thick with intention, and I freeze. My heart skips a beat, my face flushing as I scramble to respond.

“I-... it’s not like that,” I stammer, my words a jumbled mess. I’m definitely not used to being spoken to like that, especially not by someone as intimidating as Roman.

But before I can finish my sentence, he cuts me off with a soft, firm chuckle. “Just ask your questions, Raven.”

My name on his lips. It’s not just a name anymore. It’s like he’s claiming it, making it his own. The way he says it, smooth and demanding, makes something inside me stir. I can’t deny the effect he’s having on me.

“How’d you know my n-”

“I know everything…” he interrupts, his voice sharp but calm, as if the answer was obvious. Then, just when I think I might lose my grip on this whole interview, he takes a step closer to me.

My pulse quickens as he moves, his presence suddenly even more intense as he stands directly in front of me. “Now, let’s get this over with,” he says, his voice low, calm, but with an edge to it that sends a shiver down my spine.

I can’t even speak, let alone respond. His proximity, his words, everything about him is too much. But somehow, I manage to pull myself together, ready to face whatever this interview—and Roman—throws at me next.

Roman

I didn’t need this shit today.

Hell, I didn’t need this shit any day. Between holding the Bloodline together and keeping myself at the top of this business, the last thing I wanted was to be babysitting some rookie reporter with wide eyes and shaky hands. But here I am, standing in my locker room, staring down at her.

“Now let’s get this over with,” I say, stepping closer, trying to keep my voice steady and professional.

She doesn’t move at first. Just sits there on the edge of the couch like a deer caught in headlights. For a moment, I wonder if she’s even breathing.

Damn it, Triple H. This is exactly the kind of thing he loves to throw at me. He probably thinks it’s funny—put the Tribal Chief in a room with a newbie and watch the chaos unfold. But there’s something different about this one. Raven.

I don’t know why, but she’s been under my skin from the moment I first saw her name pop up in the roster. Maybe it’s the way she carries herself—like she’s got something to prove. Or maybe it’s how she’s trying so damn hard not to let her nerves show, even though I can see right through her.

Her voice pulls me back to the present. “Okay, um… let’s start,” she says, fumbling with her notepad.

I watch as she clicks her pen a few times, her fingers trembling slightly. It’s almost… endearing. I shouldn’t be paying attention to details like that. But I can’t seem to help myself.

“Ask your questions,” I say, leaning back against the wall again. I take another sip of coffee, trying to act like this is just another interview. Like she’s just another reporter.

She glances up at me, her eyes meeting mine for a split second before darting away. “Right. Um… so, Roman, what does being the Tribal Chief mean to you?”

It’s such a standard question, and I could give her the usual rehearsed answer. The one I’ve given a hundred times before. But something about the way she’s looking at me—like she’s waiting for something real—makes me pause.

“What does it mean to me?” I repeat, my voice slow, deliberate. I tilt my head slightly, watching her reaction. “It means everything. My family. My legacy. My power. It’s not just a title—it’s who I am.”

Her pen scratches against the notepad as she scribbles down my words. I notice how she bites her lip in concentration, her brow furrowed.

“And how do you balance that?” she asks, her voice a little steadier now. “Your family, your career, the pressure—it’s a lot to carry.”

She doesn’t even realize how close she’s getting to the real question. The one I’ve been asking myself for months now.

I cross my arms over my chest, considering her words. “You don’t balance it,” I say finally. “You sacrifice. You fight. You do whatever it takes to stay on top.”

Her eyes meet mine again, and this time, she doesn’t look away. There’s something in her gaze—curiosity, maybe. Or understanding. Like she’s starting to see the man behind the title.

The silence stretches between us, and for a moment, I wonder if she’s going to ask anything else. But then she shifts in her seat, her pen hovering over the page.

“You’ve been on top for so long,” she says softly. “Do you ever think about what comes next?”

The question hits me harder than it should. I straighten up, the coffee cup forgotten in my hand. “Next?” I echo, my tone sharp. “There is no ‘next.’ This is it. This is who I am.”

Her eyes widen slightly, and I realize my voice came out harsher than I intended. I sigh, running a hand through my hair.

“Look,” I say, my tone softer now, “you’re new here. You don’t understand how this business works yet. But you will. And when you do, you’ll see that there’s no room for ‘what comes next.’ You either stay on top, or you don’t.”

She nods slowly, her pen moving again. But I can tell she’s not writing down my answer. She’s thinking, processing. And for some reason, I don’t want her to leave this room thinking I’m just some cold, calculated machine.

Before I can stop myself, I speak again. “What about you?”

Her head snaps up, her eyes wide with surprise. “Me?”

“Yeah,” I say, my voice steady. “Why are you here, Raven? Why WWE? What are you chasing?”

For a moment, she looks like she doesn’t know how to answer. But then, she straightens her shoulders, her expression determined.

“I’m here because I love this business,” she says firmly. “Because I want to tell the stories that matter. The ones people remember.”

Her words catch me off guard. I didn’t expect that kind of conviction from someone so new. But there it is, clear as day.

I nod, a small smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. “Fair enough,” I say.

The tension in the room shifts slightly, the air feeling a little lighter. But there’s still something unspoken between us. Something I can’t quite put into words.

“Alright,” I say finally, pushing off the wall. “Let’s wrap this up.”

As she gathers her things, I can’t help but watch her. There’s something about Raven that I can’t shake. Something that makes me feel like this interview is just the beginning.

Raven

After the interview, I was completely breathless. I ain’t never been that nervous around a man in my life. Never. They’re usually the ones tripping over their words, not me. But Roman? Oh no, he wasn’t. He was calm, cool, and in control—and I was the one fumbling like I just got caught sneaking out past curfew.

The audacity.

I tried to shake it off as the day went on, burying myself in work. I had interviews lined up back-to-back: Seth Rollins with his cocky smirk, Bianca Belair with her endless energy, and a few up-and-coming stars trying to prove themselves. But even with all that, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. The way he looked at me, the way he said my name like he already owned it.

By the time my shift ended, I was mentally done. WWE HQ is intense on a normal day, but with Roman lingering in the back of my mind? It felt like I had been running a marathon in heels.

I didn’t waste any time changing my clothes and heading to Brickell City Centre to meet up with my girls. The second I pulled into the parking garage, I already felt a little lighter.

Selena was waiting by the entrance, her notepad clutched to her chest. She’s been killing it as an upcoming writer for WWE, already pitching storylines and character arcs like she’s been here forever. Then there was Tia, strutting out of a high-end store with a designer bag in one hand and a coffee in the other. She chose the lavish stripper life instead of joining WWE, and honestly? She made it look good. And last but not least, Cassidy, fresh off her SmackDown debut, walking up with that “don’t mess with me” energy she’s always had.

We’ve been tight since middle school. Through bad haircuts, first crushes, and every ridiculous thing in between, we stuck together. Now here we were, all chasing our dreams—just in different ways.

“Girl, you look fucked,” Tia said, raising an eyebrow as I walked up.

“Damn, thanks,” I shot back, rolling my eyes.

“Rough day at the office?” Selena teased, nudging me with her elbow.

“Literally,” I muttered, the image of Roman flashing in my mind.

Cassidy smirked, crossing her arms. “Let me guess. Big Dog got you simping?”

I froze for a second too long, and they all pounced.

“Oh my God, it was him!” Selena gasped, her eyes lighting up.

Tia let out a dramatic laugh. “Raven, I swear, if you don’t spill every single detail, we’re disowning you as our bitch.”

I sighed, shaking my head as we walked into the mall together. “Fine, but y’all better buy me a drink first.”

They laughed, and just like that, the tension of the day melted away. Whatever Roman Reigns did to my head, my girls were here to remind me who I was.

And I’d be damned if I let one man—no matter how fine—throw me off my game.

As I strolled past one of the oversized mirrors lining the hallway, my reflection caught my eye. I slowed down, smirking at the sight of myself. The outfit? Clocked. Hair? Laid. And the way my ass poked against the green Nike shorts added that little extra something.  

One more glance at the picture, and I hit post, smiling as the likes started rolling in almost instantly. Sometimes, you just gotta remind the world—and yourself—exactly how much of a bad bitch you are.

Roman

The arena was finally silent. The roar of the crowd had faded, leaving behind the hum of fluorescent lights and the faint echo of footsteps in the distance. Most of the crew had packed up and left, the wrestlers were either at the hotel or out blowing off steam, and I was still here.  

The locker room smelled of sweat, leather, and the sharp tang of cologne. I sat on the edge of the bench, elbows resting on my knees, staring blankly at my phone. Paul’s text from earlier glared back at me:  

“Good work tonight, my Tribal Chief. Tomorrow, see you at 10.”

I tossed the phone onto my duffel bag, exhaling sharply. My head wasn’t on tomorrow, or the Bloodline’s next big move. It wasn’t even on tonight’s match. It was stuck on her.  

Raven.  

That interview.  

Her nervous energy. The way her voice trembled at first, like she wasn’t sure she belonged there, but quickly found its rhythm. The way her eyes darted around the room, only meeting mine when she thought I wasn’t looking. I could feel her trying to hold her ground, trying to match my presence, but her nervous tells gave her away—biting her lip, tapping her pen.  

For most people, I’d brush it off, let them fade into the background like they always do. But with her? Nah, she lingered.  

I leaned back, dragging a hand over my face, groaning softly. What the hell was it about her? Maybe it was the way she tried so hard to stay professional while her body language screamed the opposite. Or maybe it was the way she looked at me—like she wanted to run but also wanted to stay and figure me out.  

I started to feel something rise on me. And it wasn’t a brow. My gaze dropped to my lap, and I rolled my eye in frustration.  

“There’s no fucking way,” I muttered under my breath, shifting uncomfortably.  

I stood abruptly, grabbing my duffel bag and slinging it over my shoulder. The weight felt heavier than usual, or maybe that was just me. I needed to clear my head, and staying here wasn’t helping.  

A knock at the door interrupted my spiral.  

“Come in,” I said, my voice sharp.  

Jimmy poked his head in, grinning like always. “Yo, we’re heading out. You coming?”  

I shook my head. “Nah, not tonight.”  

He chuckled, stepping further in. “You good, Uce? You seem... off.”  

I raised a brow, my expression hardening. “I’m fine. Just tired.”  

Jimmy shrugged, his smirk widening. “Sure, tired. Don’t stay here all night, though. Whatever’s got you in your head, it’ll still be there tomorrow.”  

“Go,” I said, my tone leaving no room for argument.  

He raised his hands in mock surrender and backed out of the room. His laughter faded as he joined the others down the hall.  

I stood there for a moment, staring at the open door before finally stepping out into the quiet hallways of the arena. My reflection caught my eye in the glass doors—broad shoulders, hard eyes, the Tribal Chief. The Head of the Table.  

But underneath the title, the power, the expectation, I could feel something else bubbling—something I hadn’t let myself feel in a long time.  

Need.  

And as much as I wanted to fight it, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was the reason for it.

Raven

The next 2 day felt like a fresh start—or at least I told myself it would be. I woke up early, got my coffee, and pulled out one of my best outfits for another round of interviews. A fitted black dress with a sleek blazer, heels that clicked with authority. Professional, but still me.  

By the time I got to the arena, my nerves from the other day were almost forgotten. Almost.  

I was in the middle of interviewing Cody Rhodes, who was all charm and confidence, answering my questions with ease. The camera crew stood nearby, adjusting their angles while Cody leaned casually against the backdrop.  

“So, Cody,” I said, holding my notepad tightly, “what’s the mindset heading into your next match? Any specific strategy?”  

He grinned, tilting his head as if the question amused him. “You know, Raven, it’s all about staying focused. The goal is simple—prove why I’m at the top of my game.”  

I nodded, scribbling down notes while trying not to be distracted by the growing heat in the room. But it wasn’t Cody that had me on edge.  

It was him.  

Roman.  

I could feel his presence before I even saw him. The heavy weight of his gaze pressed against my back, making the hairs on my neck stand on end. Cody noticed my shift in focus and raised a brow, his grin turning curious.  

“You good?” Cody asked, his voice low enough that the camera wouldn’t catch it.  

“Yeah,” I replied quickly, forcing a smile. “Let’s keep going.”  

But before I could ask the next question, a shadow loomed over us. I turned slightly, and there he was. Roman Reigns.  

His expression was unreadable, but the tension in his jaw and the fire in his eyes were unmistakable. Without a word, he grabbed my wrist—not harshly, but firmly—and started walking away, pulling me with him.  

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” I exclaimed, trying to keep up with his long strides. “Roman, what the fuck? I’m in the middle of an interview!”  

He didn’t respond, didn’t even look at me. The camera crew and Cody stood frozen, their eyes wide with confusion.  

“Roman, I swear to God, let me go!” I hissed, struggling against his grip.  

We rounded the corner, and I realized where he was taking me—his locker room. The door slammed shut behind us, and he finally let go of my wrist. I stumbled back a step, glaring at him.  

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I snapped, my chest heaving with a mix of anger and adrenaline. “You can’t just drag me away like that! I could get fired for this!”  

He crossed his arms, leaning back against the door, his towering frame blocking my only exit. “You won’t get fired,” he said calmly, his voice low and steady.  

“Oh, really? And how do you know that?” I shot back, my hands on my hips.  

“Because no one would dare question me,” he replied, his tone dripping with authority.  

I scoffed, throwing my hands up. “Bullshit. Do you even hear yourself? This is my job, Roman. My career. You don’t get to just—”  

He cut me off, stepping closer. “And you think I don’t know that? You think I don’t see how hard you’re working, trying to prove yourself in a place that’ll eat you alive if you let it?”  

I froze, caught off guard by the intensity in his voice.  

“This isn’t about your interview,” he continued, his gaze locking onto mine. “This is about the way you’re in my head, Raven. The way I can’t focus because all I can think about is you.”  

My breath hitched, and for a moment, I couldn’t speak. The air between us was thick, charged with something I couldn’t quite name.  

“Roman...” I started, my voice softer now.  

But he shook his head. “Don’t try to deny it. I see the way you look at me. You feel it too.”  

I wanted to argue, to tell him he was wrong, but the words wouldn’t come. Because deep down, I knew he was right.

The silence hung heavy between us, thick with tension. Roman's words echoed in my mind, colliding with the protests I wanted to voice but couldn’t bring myself to say. My heart raced as I looked up at him, his dark eyes boring into mine like he could see straight through me.

I swallowed hard, trying to gather myself. “Roman, this... whatever you’re thinking, it’s not possible,” I said, though my voice wavered. “You’re—”

“Don’t,” he interrupted, his tone firm but not unkind. “Don’t finish that sentence. I know exactly what you’re about to say, and I don’t care.”

“You should care,” I shot back, finding some of my fire again. “This isn’t just about us. There are people watching, consequences, reputations. I can’t afford to—”

“Do you think I care about reputations?” he asked, cutting me off again. He pushed off the door and closed the space between us in two deliberate steps. “I’ve built mine by doing whatever the hell I wanted, and it’s worked out just fine.”

I took a step back, bumping into the edge of the table behind me. “That’s easy for you to say. You’re Roman Reigns. I’m just... me.”

His brow furrowed, and he tilted his head slightly, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You think you’re just ‘you’?” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “Raven, you walked into this place and turned heads without even trying. You think I’m the only one who’s noticed? You’ve got fire in you, and everyone can see it. But you’re so busy worrying about stepping out of line that you don’t even realize the power you have.”

His words hit me harder than I expected, leaving me speechless for a moment. My throat felt tight as I looked up at him, trying to process the mix of frustration and admiration in his gaze.

“But I see it,” he continued, his voice softer now. “I see you, Raven. And I’m done pretending I don’t.”

The air between us was suffocating, charged with an intensity that made my skin tingle. I tried to find something to say, something to diffuse the situation or at least create some distance, but nothing came to mind.

“Roman, this isn’t fair,” I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m just trying to do my job. You’re making it... impossible to focus.”

He smirked, but it wasn’t smug. It was something softer, almost amused. “Good,” he said simply.

“Good?” I echoed, my brows knitting together.

“Yeah,” he said, leaning down just enough to bring his face closer to mine. “Because maybe it’s time you stop hiding behind that job and start focusing on what you really want.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I hated how much they affected me. My pulse thundered in my ears as I stared up at him, caught between wanting to push him away and wanting to pull him closer.

“This... this can’t happen,” I managed to say, though even I didn’t sound convinced.

“Why not?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.

“Because it’s dangerous,” I said, my breath hitching as he moved even closer.

He chuckled softly, the sound sending a ripple of heat through me. “Raven, I’ve built my life on danger. What’s one more risk?”

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Chapter 7- Part 2- The Battle Before the War

Series Summary/Masterlist

warnings: wrestling related violence, manipulation, drinking.

Summary: You are close to cracking under the pressure, so your girls treat you to a night out. They learn just how much you were affected by the Bloodline... and they leave you conflicted about your place in the Bloodline. We also learn a little bit more about your relationship with Sami while you are trying to heal your own one with Jey. Kevin tries to stir things up, and leaves Sami also conflicted about his place in the Bloodline.

word count: 8,479

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a/n: guess who finally decied to update this!! I promise I haven't discontinued this lol. I just had writers block. hope ya'll enjoy this chapter!!

Over the next few days, the tension between the Bloodline was palpable. Roman's mistrust had cast a shadow over the group, creating an atmosphere thick with unease. The fallout from the incident on live television had repercussions that extended beyond personal relationships. The dynamics within the Bloodline were shifting, and everyone could feel it.

You and Jey didn't get into arguments, because you simply didn't talk to each other unless absolutely necessary. You wanted a man, not someone who would question your loyalty at every turn.

And Jey seemed to be keeping his distance as well, perhaps feeling guilty for his actions or simply trying to avoid further conflict, but also because when he did try to apologize, you would cut him off, unwilling to entertain excuses.

He lost to Sheamus due to interference tonight, and Roman and him had an argument that did not end well, and that made him even more unwilling to talk to you. The wounds were still fresh, and you needed time to heal.

Sami had lost against Kevin after Jey aired out your relaitonship issued on TV due to Jimmy, Jey, and Solo interfering right before he was about to win, courtesy of Roman's orders. He wanted to test the loyalty of the members, and unfortunately, Sami became a victim of that power play. The loss left a bitter taste, not just for Sami, but for the entire group.

Sami was rightfully angry, but he understood the complex dynamics at play within the Bloodline. Loyalty, power struggles, and the constant need to prove oneself were all part of the game. The internal strife within the Bloodline was becoming more evident with each passing day.

Trinity- one of your closest friends- visited to check on her husband Jimmy, but when she found the state you were in, she forced you to get out of your room to have a girls night with the rest of your friends.

As much as you wanted to wallow in the emotional turmoil, Trinity's insistence broke through the walls you had built around yourself. She brought you shopping with Liv and Mercedes, trying to distract you from the tension and drama. The four of you had mani-pedis, did your hair, makeup, and were now currently at a bar in the city, attempting to have a moment of reprieve from the chaos that had consumed the Bloodline.

"Girl, you look so fucking gorgeous tonight!" Liv gushed over your new look, giving you a playful nudge. You were wearing a stunning outfit that Trinity helped you pick out, your makeup impeccably done, and your hair styled to perfection. The girls had succeeded in creating a diversion from the heavy atmosphere that surrounded the Bloodline.

You gave Liv a smile, but it didn't quite reach your eyes. She noticed this and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. "You guys didn't have to go through all this trouble for me," you said, your voice filled with gratitude.

Liv squeezed your shoulder gently, her eyes filled with warmth and understanding. "Don't you dare apologize for  needing a distraction, Y/N," Liv interrupted, her tone firm but gentle. "We're here because we love you, and we want to see you smile again."

"We miss seeing you happy," Mercedes chimed in, her voice soft but earnest. "You've been carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders for too long, Y/N. Tonight, let us carry it for you."

Your heart swelled with gratitude for your friends' unwavering support, even in the midst of your emotional turmoil. Despite your initial resistance, their persistence began to chip away at the walls you had erected around yourself. Trinity, sensing the heaviness lingering within you, leaned in closer, her expression filled with empathy.

"You are not allowed to be sad no more." Trinity declared, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Tonight, we're going to dance, laugh, and the only worry you'll have is what drink your'e gonna get next. Capiche?"

You couldn't help but chuckle at Trinity's determined attitude, feeling a flicker of amusement amidst the heaviness in your heart. "Yes, ma'am," you replied, a hint of playfulness in your voice.

And not worry you guys did. You didn't remember how many drinks you all had, but what you did know was that you were throwing back on Liv as the two of you danced on the crowded dance floor. The music thumped loudly, drowning out the worries and tensions that had gripped the Bloodline. In that moment, surrounded by the pulsating beats and colorful lights, you allowed yourself to let loose, to forget the troubles waiting outside the confines of the bar.

Liv twirled you around, both of you laughing as you moved in sync with the rhythm. You left your phone with Trinity and Mercedes, who were watching with amused grins from a nearby table as Liv threw her ass back on you, the two of you lost in the music.

What you didn't know was that your phone was innecstantly ringing with multiple missed calls from Jey. He had been trying to reach out to you, perhaps with the intention of apologizing or sorting things out. However, in the midst of the lively atmosphere and the distraction provided by your friends, you remained blissfully unaware of the attempts to contact you.

Actually, you had missed calls from all of the guys. You… might have snuck away from the hotel without telling anywone where you and Trinity had gone, with the exception of Solo (because Solo was Solo and responsible and reliable when it came to keeping secrets).

Mercedes, feeling a bit too drunk and empowered to get revenge for Jey embarrassing you on TV, grabbed your phone, scrolling through the notifications and messages. Trinity noticed the smirk on her face and leaned over to see what she was up to.

"Girl, you real messy." Trinity cackled at Mercedes' mischievous expression. "What are you planning?"

Mercedes chuckled, holding up your phone. "Just a little payback for our girl here." She showed her the messages from Jey that read

"Y/N, where are you? We need to talk. Please pick up." "I messed up, babe. Just let me explain. Where are you?" "Seriously, answer your damn phone. I need to fix this." "Y/N, come on. Don't do this. Let's talk. I miss you."

Trinity raised an eyebrow, looking at Mercedes with a smirk. "What you gon' do?"

Mercedes smirked back, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, just gonna a little something to keep him on his toes." She quickly typed a response:

"Sorry, wrong number. I'm having a great time without you. Maybe you should learn to trust me for once."

Before posting some pics on Instagram of the four of you having the time of your life, making sure to send the one with your friends looking stunning and happy, emphasizing the fact that you were not alone and clearly enjoying yourself, and making sure to 'accidentally' tag Jey.

Mercedes showed Trinity the response, and they both burst into laughter. "Damn, girl! That's cold, but he kinda deserves it.

Mercedes winked, enjoying the mischief. "He'll survive. Maybe this will teach him a lesson." The two of them clinked glasses, before drinking the night away, reveling in the freedom of the moment.

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samizaynwwe: the princess for a reason 🖤

You came back with you and Liv wrapped in each other's arms, buzzed and full of laughter. The night had been a much-needed escape, and you felt a sense of relief and lightness that had been absent for days. As you approached the table where Trinity and Mercedes sat, you noticed their mischievous grins and exchanged curious glances.

"What are you two up to?" you asked, still swaying slightly to the rhythm of the music.

Trinity and Mercedes shared a glance before bursting into laughter. Mercedes handed you back your phone, and you saw the exchanged messages with Jey, along with the pictures showcasing the fun you were having.

"Oh my god, you guys!" you exclaimed, a mix of surprise and amusement on your face. "That's… that's something."

Trinity leaned in with a sly grin. "Consider it payback for the drama he put you through on TV. He needs to learn a lesson in trust."

You couldn't help but join in their laughter. It was a playful revenge, and for the moment, it felt satisfying to turn the tables, even if just a little. the tables, even if just a little. The night continued with more dancing, laughter, and the occasional cheeky glance at your phone to see if there were any more messages from Jey or the others.

As the hours passed, the drinks kept flowing, and the atmosphere became more carefree. You felt a little bit more than buzzed, which opened the conversation to more personal topics. Trinity, being the perceptive friend she was, looked at you with a knowing smile.

"Okay princess, only took a few drinks to finally get the old you." Trinity teased, nudging you playfully.

"What do you mean?" You asked, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension at Trinity's knowing smile.

Trinity chuckled, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Oh, come on, Y/N. You know exactly what I mean. When's the last time we even talked without you being wrapped up in your own head or stressing over Bloodline drama?"

You couldn't help but chuckle at Trinity's blunt assessment. She had a way of cutting through the facade and getting straight to the point. "Fair point," you admitted, taking a sip of your drink. "I guess I've been a little… preoccupied lately."

Mercedes raised a brow, her expression thoughtful. "Preoccupied is an understatement, honey. You've been practically living and breathing the Bloodline drama. You barely even remembered how to relax and have fun until tonight."

Liv leaned against your shoulder, her voice gentle but firm. "Babe, she's right. We missed you, and you are just starting to come back to yourself again. We've all noticed how much you've been carrying on your shoulders lately. It's like you forgot how to be yourself outside of the Bloodline."

You sighed, feeling a pang of guilt wash over you. They were right, of course. The weight of the Bloodline had consumed your thoughts and emotions, leaving little room for anything else. "I know," you admitted, your voice tinged with regret. "I guess I just… I don't know how to balance it all anymore."

Trinity felt a pang of sympathy seeing you struggle with the weight of your responsibilities. She reached out, placing a comforting hand on your arm. She knew how Roman could be, how he had a way of consuming the lives of those around him with his ambitions and demands.

You saw all 3 of your friends exchange a look with each other, and you furrowed your brow, curious about the silent communication passing between them.

Mercedes took a deep breath, her gaze steady as she met your eyes. "Y/N, we love you, and we've always supported your career and your dreams. But… maybe it's time to start thinking about what you want for yourself, outside of the Bloodline."

Your eyes widened in surprise at Mercedes' words. It was a sentiment you had heard before, but coming from your closest friends, it held a different weight. "What do you mean?" you asked, your voice tinged with uncertainty.

Trinity nodded, her expression serious yet gentle. "Look, tonight was the first time in almost 2 years that you allowed yourself to let go and have fun without worrying about the Bloodline. And look at how happy you were," she pointed out, gesturing to your beaming smile. "You deserve to have more moments like this, Y/N. Moments where you can just be yourself, free from the weight of expectations and obligations."

Your eyes were slightly glassy as Trinity's words sank in, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions within you. For so long, you had been conditioned to prioritize the Bloodline above all else, to suppress your own desires and aspirations in service to Roman's ambitions. You didnt realize how you were acting: this depressed, closed-off version of yourself wasn't the real you. And it took the perspective of your friends to make you see it.

"I… I don't know how to do that," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. The idea of breaking away from the Bloodline, of pursuing your own happiness and fulfillment, felt simultaneously exhilarating and terrifying.

Liv wrapped an arm around your shoulder, offering you a reassuring squeeze. "It's just that, seeing you with this little spark in your eyes again, Y/N," she said, her voice soft and encouraging. "It's like… you've been hiding behind this facade for so long, and tonight, it feels like you're finally starting to break free from it." Ever since you started hanging out with Sami while you and Jey were on tough terms, is what Liv wanted to say, but she refrained from bringing up Sami's name, sensing that it might complicate the conversation.

Trinity nodded in agreement, her expression filled with determination. "We're not saying you have to leave the Bloodline, Y/N. We just want you to remember who you are outside of it. You deserve to pursue your own happiness, whatever that may look like."

Mercedes slid you a fruity drink that she knew would help you relax, offering you a comforting smile. "And it starts with this. Drink up, babe. Tonight, we celebrate you. Tomorrow, we start figuring out what comes next."

You took the drink from Mercedes, feeling a mix of gratitude and apprehension swirling within you. It was a daunting prospect, to consider carving out a life for yourself outside of the Bloodline. But as you looked around at your friends, their unwavering support shining in their eyes, you felt a flicker of hope stirring within you.

"Okay," you said, a tentative smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Okay, let's do this."

And with that, you raised your glass in a silent toast to the future, to the possibility of rediscovering yourself and finding happiness beyond the confines of the Bloodline. As the music pulsed around you and laughter filled the air, you allowed yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was a brighter path waiting for you on the other side.

Could you really see a path without Roman, or better yet, without Jey? (Or Sami, for that matter?)

"So, spill the tea, Y/N. What's going on between you and Jey? And don't give me the 'it's complicated' nonsense. I want details." Trinity asked after the four of you were considerably drunk, and lounging in the celebrity area of the bar, gossiping about your lives.

Liv had started a farm with her boyfriend, Mercedes was going to Stardom and walking fashion shows, and Trinity was killing it in Impact and telling hot stories from Impact's locker room. Unbeknownst to you, your phone kept going off with calls and messages, but Mercedes made sure to turn it off and make you promise to keep it locked in your pocked for the rest of the night.

You sighed, feeling a mix of emotions. The alcohol had certainly loosened your inhibitions, and you decided to share a bit of the turmoil you'd been experiencing.

"It's just… he's been jealous of Sami ever since he's tried to join the Bloodline. And I honestly don't even know why he's jealous. It's not like there's anything between Sami and me. Jey's just letting Roman's expectations mess with his head, and it's affecting us. I can't deal with the constant questioning and doubt." You poured another round of drinks for the table, needing the liquid courage to open up further.

Mercedes sipped her drinking, deciding whether or not to ask you her question. You saw the look on her face and raised an eyebrow, prompting her to go ahead.

"You and Sami do have some history, though, right?" Mercedes asked, her tone careful. "I mean, there's gotta be a reason Jey's so worked up about it."

You nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yeah, we do have history. We were close friends before he even joined WWE. But it's just that – history. Sami and I have always been just friends. And yeah sure, Sami did kiss me-"

"Huh?"

"Girl!?"

"What?!"

You sighed as all three women reacted to your revelation, their expressions a mix of shock and curiosity. The music continued to pulse in the background, creating a surreal backdrop to the unfolding conversation.

Liv was the first to respond, her eyes wide. "Wait, Sami kissed you? And you're wondering why Jey is so worked up?"

You nodded, feeling a bit exposed but also relieved to finally share this part of your past with your friends. "I know, I know! But hear me out…"

"This better be good," Trinity chimed in, her eyes focused on you as she took a sip of her drink.

You took another deep breath before continuing. "It happened a while ago. Sami was going through a tough time, and in a moment of vulnerability, he kissed me. I immediately made it clear that we were just friends, and nothing more ever happened between us. Jey knows about it, and he knows it wasn't something I reciprocated. But for some reason, he can't seem to let it go."

Mercedes leaned back, processing the information. "And did Sami ever apologize for that? Or clarify things with Jey?"

You sighed, a mix of frustration and understanding in your voice. "Yeah, he did. Sami apologized to both of us, and he made it clear that it was a mistake on his part. But Jey… I don't know. It's like he's holding onto it as this big betrayal, and it's driving a wedge between us."

Trinity shook her head, a disapproving look on her face. "That's on Jey, then. If Sami owned up to his mistake and you've made it clear where you stand, Jey needs to get over it. It's not fair to keep bringing it up and using it against you."

Liv, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke up. "I get where Jey is coming from, but if he's still bitching about something that happened in the past, especially when both you and Sami have clarified it, then it's a problem. He needs to move past it and open up about it and stop holding onto resentment or you need to boot his ass to the curb. You don't deserve to be constantly questioned and doubted, especially if you've been honest and upfront about everything."

You appreciated the support from your friends. The alcohol, the dancing, and the candid conversation were all contributing to a sense of liberation. You felt a weight lifting off your shoulders, and for the first time in days, you could see a way forward.

"You guys are right," you admitted, a determined glint in your eyes.

"We are always right." Mercedes added with a playful smirk, and the four of you burst into laughter again.

"But… do you have feelings for Sami?" Trinity asked, her expression serious as she looked into your eyes.

You hesitated for a moment, contemplating your feelings. The atmosphere in the bar, the support from your friends, and the alcohol-induced courage encouraged you to be honest.

"I… no." You couldn't lie to yourself, and the honesty spilled out. "We used to be close. But we realized we're better off as friends. I care about him a lot, but I don't have romantic feelings for him anymore. Jey knows this, or at least he should." Even through the alcohol induced haze, you knew better than to reveal such personal details without some level of caution. There were things about your relationship with Sami that no one would know, and you weren't ready to share those intricacies.

Trinity nodded, seeming satisfied with your response. "Well, as long as you're clear about your feelings, and you've communicated that to Jey, he needs to respect it. If he can't trust you and let go of the past, then it's his loss."

Mercedes squeezed your hand, her touch conveying solidarity. "Exactly. You deserve someone who trusts and respects you. If Jey can't provide that, then maybe Sami is right, and he doesn't fully understand what he has."

You took a swing of is right, and your drink, appreciating the wisdom and support from your friends. The night had turned into more than just a distraction; it became a catalyst for clarity and self-realization.

"Thanks, guys," you said, your voice sincere. "I needed this. I needed to step back and see things more clearly. And you're right. If Jey can't trust me and keeps holding onto the past, then maybe it's time for a serious conversation or a decision."

Liv grinned, giving you a playful nudge. "That's the spirit! You're a badass, and you deserve someone who sees that and appreciates it."

Trinity raised her glass, a smile on her lips. "To badass women who know their worth and aren't afraid to demand the respect they deserve."

The four of you clinked your glasses together, the sound echoing in the bustling bar. In that moment, surrounded by the support and love of your friends, you felt empowered and ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Unbenwonst to you you accidentally dialed Sami's umber while fumbling with your phone. The loud music and the lively atmosphere of the bar made it difficult to notice the call connecting. As your friends continued to share laughs and words of encouragement, your phone rested on the table, unknowingly broadcasting the sounds of the bar to Sami.

On the other end of the line, Sami's phone rested on a table in his hotel room. He had been going through a mental replay of the match against Kevin and the events leading up to it. The tension within the Bloodline was palpable, and Sami couldn't shake the frustration of being used as a pawn in Roman's power play.

Suddenly, he heard the familiar sounds of a bustling bar, laughter, and clinking glasses. Confused, he picked up his phone, noticing the ongoing call with you. He brought the device closer, listening intently.

At first, he wasn't sure what he was hearing, but as the background noise became clearer, he realized he was unintentionally eavesdropping on your conversation with your friends. Sami's curiosity got the better of him, and he hesitated for a moment before deciding to continue listening.

"You and Sami are real close… huh?" Liv's teasing voice echoed through the phone, and Sami's eyebrows furrowed as he focused on the conversation.

You let out an airy giggle, taking another shot and letting the alcohol fuel your candidness. "Yeah, we were." Sami heard something shift before he heard Liv's voice again. "No offense but the two of ya'll seemed perfect for each other. What happened?"

Sami's heart skipped a beat, his mind racing as he continued to eavesdrop unintentionally. The revelation about your history with him was unexpected, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions.

You sighed, the alcohol loosening your tongue. "You promise not to tell anyone? Not even Trin or Cedes?" It seemed like Trinity and Mercedes weren't aware of the details you were about to share, and Sami's curiosity intensified.

"Cross my heart," Liv assured, her tone serious.

You took a deep breath, the honesty pouring out. "We dated. It was way before I even met Jey. Everyone kept telling us we had chemistry and that we should give it a shot. He confessed after I won the ROH title, I gave him a shot, and one thing led to another."

"And then what happened, girl?!?"

A pause. And then you continued.

"Then in the morning, we started dating. We took it slow, and everything was fine. But then Kevin got in his head when they were feuding. Told him that he needed to focus on his career and that being with me was a distraction. Sami started questioning what we had, and got insecure about it. I tried to assure him, but he started pulling away. Eventually, we both realized it wasn't working, and I broke it off with him." It seemed like there was more you wanted to say, but you bit your lip and refrained from spilling even more.

You took a sip of your drink, and there was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. Sami's mind was racing, processing the unexpected revelation. The raw honesty in your voice sent a wave of emotions through him, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for the way things had unfolded between you two, but grateful that you hadn't revealed the full truth.

"But then we kept having the same chemistry, and he would look at me like he couldn't resist me, and I couldn't resist him either. It became this on-again, off-again thing for a while, and it was messing with my head. I cared about him a lot, but it was so damn complicated. But we stayed best friends, and then I left him behind for the Bloodline… and now Jey has this insecurity about Sami because of Roman's expectations," you continued, your voice carrying the weight of the past.

On the other end of the line, Sami's mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Guilt, regret, and a tinge of sadness gripped him as he listened to your candid confession. The history you shared with him suddenly unfolded in a way he hadn't fully understood before.

"And now, Jey can't seem to let go of the fact that Sami kissed me once. Even though we've moved past that, he keeps bringing it up!" Your voice broke out into a cry, and he imagined that Liv was giving you comforting words, trying to soothe the emotional turmoil you were experiencing.

"Shh, it's okay," Liv's voice came through the phone, offering comfort.

"I… I loved him, Liv." He heard Liv whispering words of support and understanding. "But he left me!"

"And now you need to focus on you, on what makes you happy, and on what you deserve," Liv replied, her voice filled with conviction. "You're a strong, independent woman, Y/N, and you don't need anyone who doesn't see your worth."

He heard your sniffles and the distant sounds of the bar, realizing that he was intruding on an intimate and vulnerable moment." Let's get back to the table, enjoy the night, and deal with all of this tomorrow when we're not drowning in alcohol and emotions, okay babe?"

As Liv led you back to the table, the background noise shifted, and Sami could hear the muffled voices of Trinity and Mercedes. The conversation continued, but he made a conscious decision to end the unintentional eavesdropping. Sami hesitated for a moment, then pressed the button to end the call, setting his phone down on the table.

Did you really love Sami once upon a time? A part of Sami felt a mix of emotions—surprise, regret, and a sense of longing. The raw honesty in your voice had stirred something within him, and he found himself grappling with the realization that your history ran deeper than he had initially understood.

He looked at his phone, where Jey was messaging him.

"Sami, I know yo dumbass knows where she is. Tell me."

Sami's eyes narrowed as he read Jey's messages. The tension within the Bloodline seemed to be reaching new heights, and he found himself caught in the middle of it all. Sami debated how to respond, considering the newfound insights he unintentionally gained into your past with him.

He hesitated before sending the message, aware that his words might not sit well with Jey. Sami couldn't shake the sense of responsibility he felt toward you, knowing that you deserved better than the constant questioning and doubts. Yet, he also understood the complex dynamics within the Bloodline and the potential repercussions of taking sides.

What did he want to do? He wanted to be the guy for you. The guy that understood you, supported you, and cherished you. He wanted to hold your hand through the turmoil, be the one you turned to in moments of vulnerability, and prove that he could be the pillar of support you needed. But he fucked up, and he needed to face the consequences. He wasn't glad you didn't tell Liv the full extent of your history with him.

Taking a deep breath, Sami typed a response to Jey.

"I don't know where she is, Jey. Maybe you should give her some space. It's not my place to meddle in your relationship.You're the one who said I need to stay out of your business, so that's what I am gonna do.Good luck finding her."

The tension within the Bloodline had reached a boiling point, and Sami couldn't ignore the weight of the decisions and revelations that had unfolded.  His mind was a swirl of conflicting emotions – regret, guilt, longing, and a sense of responsibility for how this all went down.

Then he  shut off his phone, and prayed that he could get over you. Sami needed to talk to you, to clarify his own feelings and perhaps offer support if you were ready to accept it, but it wouldn't be tonight. 

Then he went to sleep, and hoped that he made the right decision. 

You were wobbling on your heels of your shoes as you walked back into the hotel lobby.  The four of you had gotten an uber, and they said bye to you with hugs, kisses and smiles, heading their separate ways for the night. The vibrant energy of the bar and the support of your friends had provided a temporary escape, but now reality was seeping back in.

As you entered the hotel elevator, and went up to your floor, you couldn't shake off the mix of emotions swirling within you. The alcohol-induced courage that allowed you to open up to your friends about your relationship struggles was now replaced with a sense of vulnerability.

The elevator doors opened, and you stumbled slightly as you made your way down the hallway to your room. The weight of the revelations and the emotional rollercoaster of the night began to take its toll.

You fumbled with the key card, but it beeped, indicating that it wans't working. You huffed as you tried again and again, but it wouldn't budge.

It wasn't until the 5th time you tried that the door swung open, and you almost fell had it not been for the arms that caught you just in time. A familiar voice spoke, filled with concern.

"Y/N, what are you doing? Easy there," Sami's voice was a steady presence, and his arms wrapped around you to steady you. The scent of his cologne and the warmth of his embrace felt both comforting and disorienting.

You looked up, your eyes meeting Sami's. The dim light in the hallway highlighted the worry etched on his face. His arms steadied you as you regained your balance.

"S-Sami?" you stammered, surprised by his sudden appearance. Your vision was a bit blurry, and the alcohol had made you more unsteady on your feet than you realized.

"Yeah, it's me," he replied, guiding you into the room and closing the door behind you. The dim lighting in the hotel room revealed the aftermath of your earlier emotional journey – makeup smuged, and your hair was slightly tousled from the night's activities. Sami led you to the bed, helping you sit down.

"Are you okay?" he asked, genuine concern in his eyes.

"Is this not my room?" you mumbled, still a bit disoriented.

Sami chuckled softly, his fingers gently brushing strands of hair away from your face. "No, it's not. The constant beeping in my room woke me up, and when I opened the door, I found you struggling with your key card."

You let out a small giggle, the alcohol still affecting your senses. "Oops. My bad."

Sami shook his head at your antics, a fond smile playing on his lips. You looked at him and could see the tiredness on his face, and your expression changed from giggly to serious in less than a second. "I-Im sorry that I woke you up!" Tears formed in your eyes as you felt a rush of emotions. The events of the night, the revelations, and the emotional rollercoaster had left you feeling vulnerable and raw.

Sami's heart dropped as he watched you cry, his concern deepening. He knelt down in front of you, his hand gently cupping your cheek.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. Don't cry." He said softly, his voice filled with reassurance. He wiped away a tear with his thumb, his touch gentle against your skin. The vulnerability in your eyes tugged at something within him, a mix of regret and the desire to offer comfort.

"I'm not mad that you woke me up. Are you okay?" Sami asked, his tone soft and caring.

You nodded, sniffing and wiping away more tears. "I just... it's been a lot tonight, you know? The girls and the drinks and... everything." The emotions that you had kept at bay for most of the night now threatened to overwhelm you. "Did Jey ask you where I was?"

Sami nodded, his expression serious. "Yeah, he did. He's worried about you."

You sighed, looking down at your hands. "I was just hanging with the girls, and-" You hiccuped- "To forget that me and Jey were fighting." Your eyes went teary again, and Sami's heart sank as he listened to your words. "But I just feel worse." 

You peered up at him, and the tension between the two of you was palpable. Sami could sense the emotional turmoil within you, and a part of him longed to be the one to ease that pain. "Why does everyone keep questioning me? Why can't they just trust me?" you whispered, the vulnerability in your voice tearing at Sami's heart.

Sami sighed, his thumb gently tracing circles on your cheek. "People make mistakes, Y/N. Sometimes, they let their insecurities and doubts cloud their judgment. It's not a reflection of you. You're strong, and you deserve trust and respect."

You leaned into his touch, appreciating the comfort he offered. The emotional exhaustion of the night was catching up with you, and Sami's presence provided a sense of solace.

You started giggling, which made Sami smile in response. "What's so funny?" he asked, genuinely curious.

You wiped away another tear, chuckling softly. "Y'know, Liv asked me why Jey is so jealous of you, and I told her that *hiccup* we used to be real close, if you know what I mean." You looked at Sami with a tipsy grin, your words slightly slurred.

Sami's eyes widened slightly, surprised by your confession. The tipsy honesty in your words sent a shiver down Sami's spine. He wasn't prepared for this revelation, and the complexity of your history together suddenly became more apparent. He wondered how much Liv knew, how much she understood about the dynamics between you and him.

He remained silent, allowing you to continue. "And she told me that we seemed perfect for each other. And I started thinking, maybe we were. But then... Kevin got in your head, and you started questioning everything." You sighed, the alcohol making the words spill out more freely than you had intended.

Sami's expression shifted, a mix of regret and understanding. "I messed up, Y/N. I let the pressure get to me, and I let Kevin's words affect us. I should have trusted you."

You looked at him, your gaze sincere. "But you will always listen to Kevin, won't you? You'll always try not to hurt the people you care about, even if it means hurting yourself," you said, the alcohol making your words a bit more candid.

Sami sighed, his eyes meeting yours. "I made a mistake, and I let it affect our friendship. But that doesn't mean I'll always choose loyalty over the people I care about." He placed his hand on your shoulder, his touch gentle yet firm. "Loyalty means nothing when you 're hurting the ones you love. I've learned that the hard way."

You nodded, a mix of emotions swirling within you. You looked at Sami, your eyes searching his for sincerity. The vulnerability in Sami's eyes mirrored your own, and for a moment, the weight of the past seemed to hang between you two.

Unlike Jey, he made his loyalty clear, but not at the expense of hurting those he cared about. The stark contrast made you realize the complexities of the relationships within the Bloodline. Sami's admission struck a chord, and you could see the genuine remorse in his eyes.

"I told her about us, Sami. About everything. And how Jey is so hung up on that one kiss, and it's like... it's like it's haunting us. Like it's this dark cloud that won't go away," you confessed, your voice trembling.

You tugged on your dress strap, making sure it was still in place. Sami watched as you adjusted your dress, his eyes never leaving yours. The weight of your words lingered in the air, and Sami could sense the depth of the emotions you were experiencing. He remained silent, absorbing your confession and trying to find the right words to respond.

"I just don't know how to fix things anymore," you continued, your voice filled with a mix of frustration and sadness. The vulnerability in your eyes resonated with Sami, and he felt a strong desire to provide comfort and support.

Sami took a deep breath, his gaze unwavering. You felt your skin prickle with the intensity of his stare. "Start by talking to him. C'mon, I'll take you to your room, and tomorrow you can have an honest conversation with Jey. Lay everything out on the table, Y/N. The misunderstandings, the insecurities, the mistakes. If you both care about each other, you owe it to yourselves to try and find a way through this."

Sami's words were sincere, and you could sense the genuine concern in his eyes. Despite the complexities of your history, there was an underlying friendship that neither of you could deny. His advice resonated with you, and a sense of determination flickered within.

You nodded, wiping away the last of your tears. Sami extended a hand to you, offering support. You hesitated for a moment before taking his hand, and he helped you stand up.

The room swayed a bit, but Sami's steadying presence anchored you. He let you lean on him as he led you towards the door. The hallway lights blurred as you walked, and Sami kept a protective arm around you.

"Thanks, Sami," you said, your voice a bit more composed. "I appreciate your honesty and, well, being here."

Sami smiled warmly, his hand still on your shoulder. "Anytime, Y/N. Friends help each other through tough times." The word friend made his heart hurt, but he pushed aside his own feelings, focusing on being there for you in this moment of vulnerability.

As you reached your room, Sami stopped and faced you. "You got this, okay? Tomorrow is a new day, and you can work things out. Just be honest and true to yourself. He's a hothead, but he cares about you. Sometimes, he just needs things spelled out clearly." 

He also knew Roman would have his head if you and Jey didn't work things out. He assigned his 'Honorary Uce' to look out for you, and Sami took that responsibility seriously.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "Thanks, Sami. I'll do my best."

Sami returned the smile, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "That's the spirit. Take care, okay?"

You smiled up at him, like the stars in the night sky were in his orbs, a mix of emotions twinkling in your eyes. The tension between you was as prominent as ever, and you could practically taste the anticipation in the air. 

Sami was staring down at you, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than usual. The unspoken words hung between you two, a silent acknowledgment of the shared history and the emotions that had surfaced during this unexpected encounter. 

"You're a really good friend, you know that?'" You smiled at him, the lingering words between you and Sami hanging in the air. The atmosphere shifted, and there was a palpable tension.

The alcohol made you way more honest, but you were aware that you should snap out of whatever was building between you and Sami. You needed to focus on resolving things with Jey, not getting entangled in another emotional web. Sami's eyes softened as he looked at you, a mixture of emotions playing on his face.

Sami cleared his throat, his expression becoming more guarded. "I try my best," he replied, his voice a bit quieter.

You gave him a small nod, still feeling the weight of the emotional exchange. "Well, goodnight, Sami. And thanks again," you said, stepping into your room.

"Goodnight, Y/N. Take care," Sami replied, offering a final reassuring smile before turning away and heading back to his room.

As you closed the door behind you, the events of the night swirled in your mind. The encounter with Sami added an unexpected layer to the already complex emotions you were dealing with. You took a deep breath, reminding yourself of Sami's advice to have an honest conversation with Jey. The challenges ahead seemed daunting, but with newfound determination, you were ready to face them.

Wargames was tomorrow, but you had never felt less prepared for the battles both inside and outside the ring. The emotional turmoil had taken a toll on you, and as you changed into more comfortable clothes, you couldn't help but replay the night's events in your mind.

Unbeknownst to you, Sami had run into Kevin in the hotel hallway as he made his way back to his room. He internally rolled his eyes at the sight of Kevin, a reminder of the tangled web of emotions and conflicts that had affected your relationship with Jey. Kevin, sensing Sami's presence, turned to face him with a sympathetic look on his face, as if he wasn't gonna go to war with him tomorrow.

"Rough night?" Kevin asked, swiping his card to get a late-night snack from the vending machine.

Sami glared at Kevin, his guard immediately up. "You're one to talk."

Kevin chuckled, paying for his snack and turning to face Sami. "Look Sami, I don't know what Roman told you to get you this brainwashed as his 'Honorary Uce,' but you're treading on thin ice. Y/N deserves better, and you know it."

Sami's jaw clenched at Kevin's words, a surge of frustration bubbling within him. The history and tensions between Kevin and himself were as intricate as the web of emotions surrounding your relationships with Jey and Sami.

"Stay out of it, Kevin. You don't know anything," Sami retorted, his tone sharp.

Kevin raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Oh, I know more than you think. And I know I might have hurt you in the past-"

"Might have?' Kevin rolled his eyes at Sami, continuing. "Okay, I did. But I have never treated you like a second class citizen, Sami. Remember that when Roman has you picking up his dry cleaning," Kevin said, his tone a mixture of mockery and seriousness.

Sami's fists clenched at his sides, his frustration with Kevin palpable. He took a step closer, the tension between them escalating. "They are a family to each other, Kevin. Something you wouldn't understand. And I'm not doing this for Roman. I'm doing it for her, for Y/N-" Sami realized he said too much, his words hanging in the air. Kevin's eyes narrowed, processing Sami's slip of the tongue.

"And what do you think Roman is gonna do when he finds out how to use her against you? When he realizes you've gotten too close? You think he won't manipulate her to get what he wants?" Kevin's words cut through the tension, his gaze unwavering.

Sami's jaw tightened, and he shot back, "I'm not afraid of Roman. And Y/N is smarter than that."

Kevin scoffed, shaking his head. "The same one that went back to Jey after you, right? The same one that's caught in the crossfire of your loyalty to Roman? You're naive if you think Roman won't use that against you." Kevin stepped closer to Sami, their faces inches apart. The air was thick with tension, both men locked in a silent battle of wills.

"I don't need your advice, Kevin. You're not exactly a beacon of successful relationships," Sami spat, his voice low and controlled.

Kevin's smirk faded, replaced by a more serious expression. "At least I'm not letting the love of my life get hurt by a guy who will always pick his family over someone like her. Open your eyes, Sami. Roman might be your 'family,' but he won't hesitate to throw you under the bus if it serves him."

Sami's nostrils flared, and he clenched his fists, the intensity of the confrontation escalating. Kevin's words struck a nerve, awakening doubts and fears that Sami had tried to bury. The complexity of his loyalty to Roman and the tangled emotions involving you and Jey seemed to tighten its grip on him.

Kevin watched the emotions play out on Sami's face, each one revealing a different layer of the internal struggle. Despite their history, Kevin's words managed to penetrate Sami's defenses, sparking a seed of doubt in his mind.

"Jey is a snake, just like his piece of shit cousin. It might not be today, it may not be tomorrow, but eventually Roman will finish using Y/N and ask Jey to be the one to put her down. And what will he do?" Kevin's face was inches away from Sami's, filled with a mix of bitterness and concern.

Sami's mind raced, processing the weight of Kevin's words. The hallway seemed to close in around them as they stood locked in a silent battle of ideologies. "He will betray her, follow orders like a loyal dog, and leave her broken. And you will wondering if you could have done something to prevent it," Kevin concluded, his words hanging in the air.

Sami's gaze bore into Kevin's, a storm of conflicting emotions raging within him. The hallway was eerily silent, the tension between them almost tangible. Sami took a deep breath, trying to push aside the doubts and fears that Kevin's words had stirred.

"You don't know anything about my relationship with Roman, and you certainly don't know anything about Y/N and Jey," Sami retorted, his voice firm.

Kevin chuckled, a bitter edge to the sound. "I know that you have this kind of pull on Y/N that goes beyond friendship. I've seen the way she looks at you, the way you look at her. You may think you're doing the right thing, but you're just setting yourself up for heartbreak. And for what? Roman's approval? A place in his so-called family?"

Sami's expression hardened, a mixture of frustration and inner turmoil. Kevin's words were like a relentless assault on his convictions. The internal conflict reached a boiling point, and Sami's response was laced with a raw honesty.

"I don't need your approval or anyone else's. I'm doing what I think is right," Sami declared, his voice resolute.

Kevin shook his head, a disappointed sigh escaping his lips. "You're blinded by loyalty, Sami. It's gonna cost you more than you realize." He grabbed the food from the vending machine, before turning back to Sami, and Sami paused.

The confrontation in the hotel hallway had reached its peak, both men standing their ground with a shared history and conflicting loyalties. Sami realized that this Kevin was nothing he ever faced. He wasn't angry. He wasn't trying to tear Sami down with insults or physical threats. He was genuinly concerned, and it struck a chord with Sami.

"Tomorrow, you have the choice to either blindly follow orders and be a pawn in Roman's game or to bring both you and Y/N out of this mess." Kevin said, his tone more somber now. "If you leave, she'll realize that the Bloodline is not worth the sacrifice, and you'll get your girl back, our best fried back.  If you stay, you'll be dragged down with her when Roman decides she's expendable. And I won't be there to pick up the pieces. The choice is yours."

 Kevin's words lingered in the air, the weight of his advice settling on Sami's shoulders, and his gaze even more probing. With that, Kevin walked away, leaving Sami standing alone in the hotel hallway, wrestling with the internal turmoil sparked by their confrontation.

Sami took a deep breath, his mind racing as he tried to process the complex web of emotions and loyalties that surrounded him. The encounter with Kevin had shaken him to the core, forcing him to confront the potential consequences of his choices. The loyalty to Roman, the complicated history with you, and the growing realization of the impact on his own happiness all collided in his mind.

Should he listen to Kevin? Should he betray the Tribal Chief in the heat of battle so he could salvage his relationship/friendship with you? Should he risk everything for a chance at a different future? Should he ignore Kevin and stay true to the Bloodline, even if it meant sacrificing his own happiness and potentially hurting you by Roman using one of you as a pawn to get the other in line? He didn't know what he was gonna do. 

But he knew one thing.

He had to choose between you, Roman, and Kevin. And he didn't know which one would be the right path to take. Each option seemed to carry its own set of risks and consequences, and Sami found himself torn between his loyalty to Roman, his feelings for you, and the warnings Kevin had presented.

But no matter what... tomorrow, he needed to be prepared for war.

[kimberlyannharts]

LAST TIME ON MIGHTY MORPHIN POWER RANGERS: THE RETURN: Depressed milf Kim just got finished traumadumping onto Trini's relative Selena about all the shit that happened on the Moon 22 years ago, just to find out that this wasn't Trini's relative at all, but some mysterious white-haired witch out for revenge???? I guess it makes sense it would never be the simpler option. MMPR: The Return #3!

= So here's the reveal of the dialogue that was blacked out in the previews! Selena Repulsa, the daughter of Rita Repulsa and Lord Zedd, is official! There's something very funny about the fact that she didn't even use a fake name for her Kwan family disguise. She heard Sylvia had an S name and was like sweet, I can just play the alliteration card

= I mentioned before in the first issue that this series was already discussing the topic of secret identities in a more nuanced way than the main series' "Zordon is a tyrant for having rules" strategy so I'm happy that's being continued here. YES public use of the powers can be used for good in society but ALSO it can make it really, really, REALLY easy for your enemies to pick you off the street

= also UNCLE HOWARD SPOTTED

= YEAH BABY

= Selena is hilarious btw. YOU BUILT A BOMB AND ARE SURPRISED IT KILLED PEOPLE?

= this is Dungeon Meshi

= I already made the Paul Dano does he know?.png joke but I can't help it. It's too perfect. Alternatively: Kimberly Hart Dreamworks Face

= Zedd is noticeably less involved in this story than Rita is (as per the usual with BOOM books, admittedly) but I do like how this plan still uses him in some way. Part of me is still curious as to what Dad Zedd would have been like, though

= she's meditating, guys she's died

= he was literally born to be a girl dad and the fact that his "main universe" child is a son makes me fucking sick

= also off-subject but I see the occasional comment about how the civilian forms for these flashbacks look too young and it's like.....guys. They're only 22. If anything, drawing them like how they looked on the show is ACCURATE to their age, considering how old the actors themselves were when they were on the show kjdkfjdkfjd and anyway Dino Thunder lied to you. Tommy would absolutely be wearing tank tops as an adult. Those long sleeves were the devil's work

= I still say I don't want to get attached to any theory about Tommy and whether or not he'll end up alive but Rita seeming to be aware that he saved her daughter and getting his attention before doing the spell...........that's probably going to be important

= You guys don't understand how much I need the scene where Tommy and Kim discovered she was pregnant and the conversations they had afterwards. Every "ranger kid" story has been so bad about "what does the parent think about their kids one day inheriting their ranger powers" and The Return is the one closest to understanding this is a very logical and rational conversation to have!!!!!!!

= also Olivia was 100% unplanned this i just the vibe i get. And props to my gender-inclusive king Tommy Oliver

= "no more Power Rangers.......except my daughter who's COOL as FUCK"

[jalwyn21]

In her documentary, Taylor talks about how she's always had a need to be seen as "good" and how she's been raised to be fulfilled by other people's approval. The whole documentary is framed in a way to portray her as this young woman who is just always trying to make everyone happy and how she's done with that and she's going to do what she wants. Basically, it focuses on her reputation era. But looking back, the person she portrayed herself as in the documentary and the person we're seeing now feel like completely different people. I don't feel comfortable making a diagnosis because I don't know her personally and I'm not qualified anyway but I do know enough about the subject to say she gives off some very narcissistic vibes with how she constantly and consistently victimizes herself and always turns around the blame to everyone but herself while also trying to make herself come off as this empowered girl boss. That's always bothered me about many celeb documentaries. Even Selena Gomez's one. It's just always framed in a way to make the celeb in question the constant victim and make anyone who ever criticized them for anything feel guilty.

But for Taylor, anytime she has had criticism for anything, she has always had more than 2x the amount of people defending her. And there is so much self-congratulation literally as she's talking about what a victim she's been. Like how can people justify the contradictions of her entire persona. And it really angers me on a personal level that Taylor gets to maintain this flawless goddess image where she claims the music industry has done her dirty while getting every award and the same people that love to talk about how corrupt the music industry is (which it totally is) will celebrate and act like Taylor deserves an award for winning an award. I'm just legitimately angry and sick to my stomach watching this phenomenon and seeing even otherwise reasonable people lose their minds and become hypocrites over her. Her fans are literally out there body shaming her ex and making the exact comments about him as she has always said hurt her.

I also hate this narrative that she built about being an "unhinged woman" where she is calling herself a nice girl who is "fucked in the head" because she is literally fetishizing mental illness. She'll complain about being accused of victimizing herself while victimizing herself and encouraging her fans to do the same. She literally talks about playing narcissists like a violin which is not something you can do. She's literally parroting something a narcissist would say to hype themselves up. The parts where she's talking about Joe make me so angry now because she's done such a 180 since then. And the fact that she had the nerve to show Harry and Tom in the scenes where she's talking about her love life and there's a whole scene of her recording and performing Getaway Car. Just seeing her face now is disturbing to me yet I can't look away either

[pinkpastels113]

Brittany and Hunter have been a thing for a long time. He started publicly liking her Insta posts back in late Jan early Feb, and she started publicly following him back in March right before she went to NC to film The Hunting Wives.

He visited her in NC for a while before he left on a 6 week trip to Asia, and by this stage they were wearing matching NC trucker hats and Britt was following him on her private Insta. He even attended cast outings to Coyote Joes. When he came back from Asia, he attended the cast wrap party and started following some of the cast.

He attended multiple screenings with Britt for The Good Half as well as the premiere with his bestie/manager and Brittany has practically been living with him and hanging out at this Malibu beach house he seems to share with a load of his influencer friends.

He’s pretty tight with Britts friends Mimi and Brett already and can usually be seen liking and commenting on their posts and also follows Kelley Jakle and Chrissie Fit.

When Britt posted about going to NYC for 5 months for her next work gig, Hunter posted a story to his own Instagram about basing himself in NYC for the next couple of months so pretty sure they’re also shacking up together in NYC.

Hunter is very immersed in the social media influencer culture, and a lot of his friends are influencers, content creators, or have become famous because of the platform. Which is fine, but there are friends of his that he is tight with that seem to be intentionally controversial/problematic.

He’s besties with Tana Mongeau and Brooke Schofield from the Cancelled podcast (both of which Brittany now follows) and both are shady as fuck. Tana is also his ex. And a lot of his more high profile friends (Selena Gomez, Brooklyn Beckham and Nicola Peltz) he met through his ex that he broke up with right before Brittany.

I’m not saying Hunter is shady, although I am dubious about him, but it’s concerning to me that after dumping her ex husband because of his clout chasing, social climbing ways, Brittany is now already shacking up with a guy who has built his profile quite literally off of social climbing.

As for soft launching their relationship, Hunters 30th bday is next week, so there could potentially be more content coming soon.

Brittany seems to be intentionally keeping her new relationship behind the scenes because of what happened with Tyler, but there are habits of hers when it comes to men that are already starting to show. Like following Hunters profile through September Letters and practically moving a guy in after only a couple of months.

[dhampiravidi]

oraia's timeline for her SPN verse

3521 BCE: born in the Nile Delta

3100s: exiled from Poseidon’s kingdom to the island Polyaigos

2650: meets & trains w/Artemis for the first time

[2580 – 2510: Old Kingdom/Pyramids of Giza are built; increase in elaborate burials as the Kemetic peoples/Ancient Egyptians place more emphasis on the afterlife so Oraia’s mom, Nebet-Het, is much busier]

2500s: she finds her mom & they are forced to leave Kemet/Egypt by Sutekh, so the pair go south to live with w/the Kerma people in Southern Nubia/Sudan. Before Oraia leaves Kemet, she meets her half-brother Anpu/Anubis [Maani - middle-class immigrant from Kemet]

2400s: her mom tells her that they both need to reconnect w/their families, so Oraia goes back to Greece for a bit before exploring Anatolia & the Ancient Middle East (the Akkadian Empire & ___?) where she comes in contact w/some of the Mesopotamian gods 

c. 450: God leaves Heaven sometime within the century, as he did so after Gabriel did the same (Gabriel would take on Loki's identity around the time the Norse pantheon was being worshipped). Anubis is chosen to judge the human souls. Oraia is subsequently forced to work for Heaven.

late 331: sees the Hanging Gardens & the Library of Pergamum; not long after Alexander the Great (d. 323) captures Babylon, she moves back to Greece since her father’s family is busy in the Roman Republic [Artemisia Stavros - owned her own property after inheriting a bunch of money in Macedon]

— [YEAR ONE] — 

c. 200 – moves to Carthage (a part far from Greece, just in case) [Ketha - young Kemetic woman looking for family]

[146: Greece becomes the Roman province Achaea]

[272: most of the Library of Alexandria is destroyed]

c. 300: witnesses the persecution of pagans

late 300s – 400s: journeys to Avalon with the fey 

[476: Western Roman Empire falls]

[late May 542: King Arthur’s rule ends]

6 June 1646 – 2 July 1699: lives in Versailles [as Hortense Mancini]

1700s: she has adventures on the American frontier, where she lives w/varioustribes including that of the Yamani/NE Maidu people [as Olivia “Momim” (Water) Hodge]

1800s – early 1900s: takes slaves to Canada to be free; secretly helps the Union [Oriana Haven - French widow in Spanish Louisiana]

1917 – 11 Nov 1918: serves as translator, then later she joins the Armed Forces as a war nurse during WWI [as Evelyn Wood]

20s – 30s: is a flapper/part-time medium on the East Coast; she fucks a demon

1 Sept 1939 – 2 Sept 1945: helps Jews escape Eastern Europe during WWII

60s: protests the Vietnam War & fights for Civil Rights [as Kiana Marshall]

70s – 80s: DJ’d in South America [as Maya Selena Analicia aka Ana Licia]

00s – present: works as an art dealer/part-time exorcist & repatriator [as Artemisia Stavros]

Temperament: naive & adventurous (birth - post 400s); hot-tempered & rebellious (500s - 1800s); social & mature (sometime in the 1800s - present day)

Languages Learned (in order, by 2005 CE): 

inherited ability to speak to aquatic & equine creatures & birds of prey

unnamed Proto-Greek Indo-European language aka Pelasgian

conversational Kemetic/Ancient Egyptian

language spoken by the Kerma (present-day Sudan)

language spoken by the Minoans (present-day Crete)

Hittite

Luwian

Attic/Classical Greek

Faespeak (very similar to Archaic Irish aka Proto-Goidelic)

conversational Italian

some Latin

(European) French

Maidu

English

some French Creole

some German

Portuguese

some Spanish 

Modern Greek + French

[foughtforthefuture]

It was their first time on the mainland and Sarah couldn't keep her attention on one thing for too long; she was amazed by the waterways that fed this city and how everyone moved about by boat. But she was also overwhelmed by the amount of people in one tiny area, the festival that lit Altissia, keeping an eye on little Selena, teenaged Nyx, and trying to keep Kaleb away from work. But later that night, as fireworks lit the sky, she smiled at her boy. "Are you enjoying the trip?"

this place was ... so fucking cool. not like the metropolis he imagined the crown city to be, hell now - none of those buildings that were tall enough to tickle the king's wall, but it was still so ... full here.

every street teemed with shops fronts and doorways. the pavement and streets were pristine and tailored to the tourism that altissia built its attraction on - every inch of space given over to stalls and arcade games for the festival. kids chasing moogles around, lovers hanging over the arched pedestrian bridges, watching the gondolas laze by beneath.

this was a world away from galahd, but yet the air still smelled the same - the salty tang coated the back of his throat, venturing down to where the men were lined up on the docks, all vying to reel in the biggest fish and it smelled like home.

except they weren't at home. and mom and dad were both here.

both, together. here. not fighting. not arguing. he wasn't sleeping at grandma and grandpa's house. there wasn't the stale, uneasy quietness that usually led to nyx either launching headfirst into the argument or to him steering selena out of the room.

selena was happy - giggling and laughing, swinging out of their dad's arm, begging him to try his hand at the minigame with the dancing cactuar ... he was happy too. laughing and shaking his head at selena's begging, telling her how he promised their mom that he wouldn't go on a hunt. nyx had even spied his mom and dad holding hands at one stage, while selena had stooped to play with a chocobo chick.

it had been a perfect day in whole. like a dream. this was how things were meant to be, right?

leaning his forearms on the railings that guarded the edge of the docks, it was dark waters as far as he could see and then the fireworks light up the night sky, their hazed reflection shimmering on the water. blinking up at the colourful display, the teenager nodded his head at his mother's quiet question.

' mmm-hmmm ... i wish it could be like this all the time, ma. and i don't mean altissia - i like seeing you happy. you, dad and selena. '

[nym-ic]

you don’t see selena gomez talking about the shittiness of north korea and it’s autocratic government. you don’t see bts speaking on the issues palestinians are facing right now. you don’t see harry styles talking about income inequality in the united states.

so why are these fucking minecraft youtubers expected to know absolutely everything about every possible problem going on in the world right now as well as being expected to speak on it whenever people bring it up.

half of these people are fucking teenagers who wanted to make content on the internet because it interested them. they aren’t activists. they didn’t sign up to be activists. stop treating them like one.

they are content creators existing to provide content. entertainment. if they want to use their platform that they built to speak on issues that they’re passionate about? great! amazing! but this entire belief that if they don’t speak on something or aren’t educated on a problem means they’re racist or homophobic or transphobic or literally anything else is such a dangerous mindset to have.

content creators are not activists. they don’t owe you anything. it’s great if they feel they are responsible and educated enough to speak on these issues and help people, but expecting them to do anything other than what they’re signed up for, which is creating content for entertainment is a fools dream that shouldn’t be indulged.

you don’t see older fandoms asking their ccs to say “can you please say gay rights?” or asking for their opinion on racial issues.

BECAUSE IT’S NOT THEIR FUCKING JOB

of course fucking gay rights. of course racial issues are valid and should be talked about. BUT THEY’RE PLAYING A VIDEO GAME ABOUT FUCKING BLOCKS.

TALK TO AN ACTIVIST IF YOU WANT AN INFORMED OPINION. THAT’S THEIR JOB. NOT A MINECRAFT YOUTUBER. NOT ANY YOUTUBER UNLESS THEY HAVE ALREADY EXPLICITLY SAID THEY BELIEVE THEMSELVES MATURE ENOUGH TO TALK ABOUT IT.

i am sick and fucking tired of everyone using twitter as a way to educate people. twitter threads are not reliable sources of information. you know what are?

ted talks

websites formatted specifically by activists

organization pages without fucking character limits

stop expecting content creators to know everything. they don’t. they never will. they’ll mess up. they’ll make mistakes. that doesn’t make them fucking racist.

mcyttwt is a fucking joke and i hope that app burns

[bw3694]

Celebrities who have been “activist” in the past or who have built part of they brand about speaking out being silent when it comes to Palestine speaks volumes. They are not good people and they do not actually care about anything that does not directly benefit them or their image. They would rather stay silent and wait everything out than do the bare minimum for literal children being murdered.

While other people who are speaking out are loosing so much, their jobs, their opportunities, their livelihoods.

Let me be very clear SILENCE IS VIOLENCE.

Taylor swift, Selena Gomez, Lady Gaga, Beyoncé, ALL OF THEM! Fuck all of them!

NEVER FORGET THAT THEY STAYED SILENT WHILE PEOPLE LOST THEIR LIVES

NEVER FORGET THEY STAYED SILENT WHILE A GENOCIDE WAS GOING ON

NEVER FORGET THEIR THEG STAYED SILENT WHILE HOSPITALS WERE BOMBED.

I will never forgive, support or think of any of these people as good people again. I hope from the bottom of my heart they suffer karma for their actions. I hope they are seen for who they are and treated as such.

Fuck them. Fuck them all.

FREE PALESTINE!

SUPPORT PALESTINE!

FROM RIVER TO SEA PALESTINE WILL BE FREE!

also can i just say at this point i literally could not give less of a fuck about what selena gomez/taylor swift/beyonce/*insert celebrity here* have to say about palestine because they aren’t!!! saying!!! anything!!!! and that in itself is the loudest statement of all. i genuinely just do not care about the opinions of those who have been too spineless to speak out against one of the most horrific atrocities in human history as it plays out in real time in front of us…. they’re nothing more than gluttonous capitalists who refuse to use their platforms for anything but sucking their deluded fans dry of money.

[selenastaylors]

thinking about the first scene in selena’s documentary about how shes crying and talking about how she doesn’t have the “ass” and wants “a smaller stomach” and is “built like a 12 year old boy” and then you think about how she was constantly being cheated on with girls that had the different body shapes then her. and then thinking about the zane lowe interview she just had where she said the tour scenes are the hardest to watch because she was so mean to herself because of what someone else was saying to her about her body and her tour looks and how she will “never tolerate that abuse again”. fuck justin bieber. i dont give a flying fuck

[thetitans-stories]

Sandra was on the phone with an aimportant client when Bill, the security guard walked into her office and closed the door behind him. He did not say a word, indicating that she should finish her call first. “So, as we discussed, the contract will be sent to you at least by Friday and we need it signed by everyone by at least the 3rd next month. Good? Good.” She put the phone down and stared at her security guard “Yes Bull, what is it?” “My name is Bill and I...... *sigh* nevermind. There is a situation developing in R&D.” “A situation?” “Yes. Apparently, over the last few months a group of them have siphoned off funds from several other projects, not enough to be noticed but enough for a secret project. Not cleared by the board.” “My my my, that is a situation indeed. I threatened to cut down their research funding if they could not come up with a new product soon, at least a concept. And they have been having a secret project all along?” “Yes. They have been working on something called a reality matrix.” “A what now?” “From what I can tell, they have created a stable wormhole to infinity universes. From the matrix, they can pick and choose anything really. They are very serious about this thing and I think it might work. They are not happy about it, but they let me in on their little project once I busted them.” “Well, this sounds incredible. Did you see it for yourself? Did they make it work?” “Not yet, but they should do so in.... *checks watch* about 2 seconds.” “Why n......”

“Fuuuuuuck what was that?” “That was them testing the device. On you.” “What? Fuck fuck fuck... My clothes..... My ears? My hair? How?” “I told you the Reality matrix can change anything. In this case, it change your body with that of an elf with a very slutty dress. Oh, and they also changed your mind so you would obey any verbal command.” “This is ludicrous, change me back this instant or” “Or what? Shut up and kneel slave.” “........................” Sandra could only watch on in horror from her own eyes as her body slammed her lips together and kneed down. Not a word, not a sound escaped her lips. She tried a pleading look on her face as a last resort. “Much better. Now, only obey my commands from now on for all eternity. That should put a stop to anyone else trying to take you over.” Sandra kept on pleading, squirming at the same time in her clothing. It was obvious this body was built for sex. She hated to admit it, but deep down a tiny part of her liked it. And it was getting louder. “You have called me the wrong name so many times, I think this is only fitting. You now only know your name to be Selana. It has never been anything different.” Selana was a bit perplexed at that, her name always had been that. Why would he make a command.... oh, because of the command she could not remember. This was weird. Each time she tried to recall her own name, Selana came up, when she should be sure it was something else just a few minutes ago. “Now, the boys in R&D set this up for me as a test, but I think we can make oh so many more changes. And you will love each and every one of them.” And just like that, the tiny voice in Selanas mind grew to encompass her entire brain. Staying silent as she was commanded to do, she came, right there and then. her bodys pent up sexual energies expelled. A smile crept across her lips. 

Weeks later *Fuck. Suck. Fuck. Suck.” “Fuckdoll, I’m home!” “FuuuuUUUUUUUUUCCCKKKK” “Ahhhh. Another great day in the new world. How was your day?” “FFfffffff fuck. Suck. Fuck. Suck.” “Glad to hear it. Here.” *a cock is presented in front of Fucktoy 1s face* “Suck. Shufk.” Inside the mind of Fucktoy, there was 2 entities. One sitting on top of the other, clearly in a position of power. Looking like twins. Fuckdoll on top, running the mind. But below her, Selena. Stuck to live eternity like this. Subjugated by her own mind, yet kept around as a chair. And she could not be happier.

[chans-bad-girl]

Hey I was wondering if you could do a fic with channie about if you have a vagina with hair? cause, you know, it’s such a pain to shave/wax down there and it makes me insecure sometimes thinking boys won’t like it. thank you!

ahh I feel you on the part where it's a pain lol shaving is so annoying (in east asian culture I've actually picked up that they don't shave down there anyway so I think the real Chan or just most Korean celebrities wouldn't really bat an eyelash at it (?) lol)

PS: this kinda made me understand I'm not that good at hurt/comfort 😬 but enjoy

Closer

pairing: soft long distance bf! chris x afab yn

warnings: actually pretty soft ngl, creampie, penetrative sex, clitoral stimulation, a bunch of random touching, nipple play when you really hone in on the details, maybe one pet/nickname and also dirty talk but what is a smut fic without dirty talk?

chris' close friend hyunjin got married eight hours ago. he'd never met you, but as his best friend's plus one, you were treated like family: grand buffet packed with traditional korean dishes, unlimited champagne and wine, and the family-lounge away from all the third-cousins his parents invited for formality's sake.

hyunjin's 7-year-old niece caught the bridal bouquet, all stomaches were filled, and everybody sang their hearts out on the poor karaoke machine. in short: you had fun.

but after 4am, you arrive at the hotel, high-heeled shoes the first thing to come off, and you remove all the layers: hair pins, make up, dress, spanx.

chris takes off your necklace, fingers cold against your neck, and whispers, "haven't really had any one-on-one moments today, hm?"

you know where this is going but there’s a minor problem: you had to rush getting ready for the wedding because your flight was late, so you only shaved what the dress exposes.

you two haven’t seen each other in a month and during that time, between lectures and finals, you couldn’t have bothered less about your pubic hair. one less thing to do in the shower.

but now you regret it. because his leg presses between your hips from behind you, and his kisses have gotten wet.

“sorry, channie, but I haven’t shaved in…a bit. I can help you, and tomorrow I'll shave properly.”

“but I don’t care about that stuff, just want you close.”

"tomorrow, yea?" you sit on the bed and put your necklace on the nightstand.

he follows you like a lost puppy, keeping enough distance.

"I wouldn't judge you. especially not for something as small as that. hair is normal and I'm also not always shaved."

"I know...just wanna look good for you."

"alright selena gomez, can I love my girlfriend now?"

"what if I like it like that? a bit unruly?"

"yea?" you tilt your head and stare at his lips. maybe it really doesn't matter.

"yea. I like you in every single way." he trails a wet path of kisses down your neck, down to your collarbone. "and I also want to take you in every single way so if you won't let me love you I might have to kiss you until you're soaking and begging for me." now he comes closer, gaining confidence from the inquiry of your stare. maybe he should fuck that insecurity out of you.

"what if I want you to?"

"oh?" the smirk on his face only grows bigger when you shift to sit on his lap.

because he's right. you can trust him. you want and love each other and that's the only thing that matters right now.

"let me make you feel good, baby, huh?"

his forehead finds yours, and he swallows your little gasps and sighs that you respond to his touch with.

his hands trail up your thighs, then squeeze your waist. and when you tug at his shirt, he flips you onto your back.

"gosh, all night I couldn't wait. it's been way too long." he whispers in your ear, kisses your neck, tickles your cheeks with his curls.

slowly, he takes your shirt off. it tickles when cold air hits hair around your nipples, but chris is quick to replace that feeling with pleasure by twirling his tongue. and you wrap your legs around him.

it doesn't take long for the both of you to lie bare in front of each other, uncomfort long forgotten as the pulse between your legs allows no other thoughts than those of chris inside of you.

"please." your back archs as you close your eyes.

"please what, baby?" his lips brush against yours as he mumbles.

"please fuck me. now." you grab his girth and pump him a few times before aligning.

"so wet and demanding."

"already losing your mind, chan?"

"sight's too pretty." he winks with a smirk that turns into a drawn out hum when he enters your walls.

he's right. it's really been too long.

the second he starts thrusting, your hands are all over him: pressing on his back, sliding down his chest, massaging between his thighs.

he moves at a slow pace and fills you with only his tip, then with his whole shaft over and over.

and when he speeds up, he starts kissing you.

"you're gorgeous," he hushes against your lips. "don't shave just for me. if you want to, do it for yourself. but I shouldn't be the reason, yea?" his lips leave yours so he can look you in the eye at which a wave of warm tingles travels through your body.

the raised eyebrows and soft smile, his deep brown stare and the slow thrusts that have your bodies sticking in sweat: the man in your arms loves you and it's the best thing you've ever learned.

you don't give him an answer to his little question, but connect your lips instead, circling your hip in his rhythm. because you love him too with the same amount of care.

"besides, I think it's cute." chris trails a finger down your body - between your breasts down to your core - to circle it around your clit.

a moan escapes your lips and he drinks it right up.

but you don't last long with the double stimulation and the realization that you've built up way too much of this desire for the past months.

truth is, only he can make you feel this way.

"chan, I'm gonna cum." and even though he could already tell from your strong grip on his back and the loud moans, he finds it hard to control his own orgasm when you whimper out like that.

"then don't hold back. cum with me, y/n." his low whispers push you over the edge and the violent clenching of your core has you squeezing your eyes in bliss.

as a response to your spasms and whimpers, chris fills you with his cum as his whole shaft pushes into you.

but it isn't enough for him.

he hasn't seen you real fucked out since that one night out in that abandoned beach parking lot where he gave you seven orgasms four months ago, and right now he doesn't care who hears. he just wants to make you feel good. make up for the lost time.

"wanna find out just how good it can get?"

"yes, please."

[futurecorps3]

Follow up to this 🔝 because I just experienced it in a massive way with Blue Beetle.

Spoilers marked with * ! You’ve been warned.

-My fucking god this was such a wonderful experience ☹️ I had the time of my life seeing language I use everyday with my family and friends being depicted in such a great film!!! Let’s dive in:

1- First of all, the use of ‘pendejo’ (something like dickhead maybe?) being mostly used between Jaime and Milagro is so relatable because YES siblings and sibling-like relationships are always marked by this word “Hola pendejo”, “Cállate pendejo”, “No mames pendejo” ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

2*-Their grandma being a revolutionary legend????? Hello????? She was so iconic for that and the whole explanation of how the plan’s gonna work!!! It’s screaming revolución mexicana, or cubana. Kind of an Adelita (women who fought relentlessly in Mexican revolution)

3*******- When Jaimes’s father dies and everyone’s having a breakdown, nana tells Milagro to wait because there’ll be a time for crying, that they need to save Jaime first. Bro. YES! Grandmas in latin culture are always so strong in that way… most of the women I know have gone through some SHIT and still manage to get past it and live life with a sexy smile on their faces MY FUCKING GOD because that’s our philosophy and we’re thought all that by our abuelas

4*- We all have an uncle Rudy in our lives <3 he’s the guy you love like a friend and supports you like an uncle!!! He listens to Cruë and Selena!!! He’s so cool!!! So supportive, always calling you ‘wey’ because he’s your carnal before your old uncle; you can trust uncle Rudys of the world

5- Even though I’m not religious, I still believe La Virgen de Guadalupe and christianity/catholicism in general are a huge part of our culture as a whole and seeing it depicted in such an accurate way in the movie was so refreshing!!

6- At some point, nana asks Milagro for help getting up since she’s kneeling on the ground. She goes; “A ver mija […] Ahí te voy, eh? Una, dos, tres […] ay mamacita *giggle*”. When I tell you we’ve all had that same exact thing said to us when helping a grownup person get up. THOSE SAME EXACT WORDS OH LORD

7-The nopales bit; if you have a big nopal plant on a pot or even your garden there’s probably a whole story behind it. Like maybe your grandparents planted it, or stole it from a valdío (abandoned land) and brought it home, maybe your uncle once ate dirt from it when he was little! (happened in my family). The symbolism in Mexican culture of nopal is huge!

Our flag has a nopal plant where the eagle is standing and it’s because, according to the legend, the first people in Mexico were told that wherever they saw an eagle eating a snake on top of a nopal was where our land should be built!!! It’s so gorgeous

~

I could really make an essay on this. They got it right. Again, as a mexican woman (born, raised, still live here), I’ve grown watching very stereotypical representations of my people and it warms my heart to see everyday things in a big movie like this one <3

Damián Alcázar is a special actor for us all since he’s been in very politically controversial movies (criticizing the government, which is a whole other thing I could go on for ages) that speak to people of middle and low class in a country like ours, and seeing such a dear face acting like a dad we all know in a superhero movie made me happy!

The movie is great by itself too, go watch it!

Representation fucking matters.

Before watching the new Black Panther movie I really didn’t feel the need for it. Ofc I got why people wanted to be seen in big screens and different platforms but never really felt identified with the feeling people described. (I’m a member of the lgbt community as well but since I grew up on a very open household with a loving family that opened that part of the culture to me it was never a big thing).

Today that changed when I saw brown people on screen. I saw people who look like me and my friends and the ones I see on the streets everyday. I’m a Mexican woman, born and raised in Mexico and getting to see such a beautiful representation of my culture and people warmed my heart and made me feel exactly what minorities who were overshadowed by western media describe.

They even included Mayan legends on it, which I’ve always found absolutely beautiful. I live near some ruins (Teotihuacán, look it up) and it’s quite beautiful to see elements I saw on field trips and history classes represented on a movie. And not just any movie, a marvel movie. I grew up with them and seeing my culture developing in the same universe was just mesmerizing.

If you read this all the way, thank you. Means the world <3

[bisluthq]

tortoise boy could understand horse girl's hyper-sensibility. That's why she chose him and trusted him. They held their hands tightly and ran away from this cruel world together. He built a fire just to keep her warm in their hideout and she stood up again and came back stronger than ever.

I mean you’ve made it wankily cute but yeah I think he… gets it. Like from what we can tell he gets shy and nervous and embarrassed really easily, and he’s also super into like being Taylor’s muse and inspiring her which also shows like a lot of in-touch-with-feelings vibes. So while I think he’s very like “fuck what some cunt says” and “I’m not reading this shit” the reason he like… doesn’t read that type of shit… is because it would upset him. He just does what he thinks is right.

FWIW Taylor has a lot of friends who understand her really well, it’s not just Joe. Whatever people say about Lena like idk what person is gonna have your back harder during a full blown cancellation. Selena has been through media nightmare scenarios since she was like a teenager. Cara seems like she wouldn’t judge anything anyone wrote about anyone. People like Ash, Claire, Kennedy, Martha and Jari don’t seem like they’d judge her even if they can’t relate. Abigail is just Team Tay whatever happens because they’ve been besties since they were 15. Taylor has incredible fucking friends.