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fanficimagery · 4 months ago

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Joining the Biz.

When the hotels are all booked up, your cousin asks if a few friends can crash at your place. You accept, not knowing you'll be meeting some people who will become lifelong friends and get a shot at doing what you once loved. [Part Three of Three]

Words: 9.9K Author's Note: I know Rey Mysterio is part of the LWO or whatever it's called, but for the sake of this.. he's all alone and needs help from others. Also, I know there are several females on the Smackdown roster that are amazing, but I just recently started watching again so I only mention those I'm somewhat familiar with. No offense to any of those lovely ladies. FYI, I don't write smut. The most I write is mediocre kissing lmao. And Jesus fuck. Do you know how hard it is to write a wrestling match? Why did I do this to myself?

You continue to make appearances on Raw, this time everything being filmed backstage.

The feud between father and son amps up, you being there every time to help your Tio up and glaring at a laughing Judgement Day, but more importantly at a smug Liv who thinks she's untouchable. Even the Terror Twins and Jey Uso get involved, helping Rey when Judgement Day overwhelms him. Eventually it evolves to a fight, four on four; Rey, Damian, Rhea, and Jey versus Dom, Finn, Liv, and JD with Carlito subjected to watching from the sides. Everyone knows Carlito will get involved, but so will you. Even if the fans don't know it.

Before you're revealed on Smackdown, however, you're to be an anonymous ally to Rey, Jey, and the Terror Twins for their match. Only Rey will know of the identity of the ally, leaving everyone in the dark, but everyone will know exactly where this ally is to be hidden during the duration of the match so as to not mess up what's been written in the script.

You're to have a slight makeover for Smackdown, but you can't do what they want just yet, so you settle for only the anonymous outfit. They give you an oversized black hoodie with black jeans and black booties with a chunky heel. To keep your identity hidden, they double french braid your hair, plop in purple contacts, and give you a mask like the one the Winter Soldier from the Marvel universe wears.

Between one match and the next, the arena goes dark during a commercial break. The production crew has to sneak you to the ring and hide you beneath it before the lights come back up.

(Live on Raw)

It feels like forever before the two groups swagger down to the ring and are introduced, and then even longer once the match starts.

Once you get the cue from your Tio, you slide out from beneath the ring and stay crouched by the side. The fans that see you start to cheer, and any second Liv will round the corner of the ring, running from Rhea. Sure enough, when she does, you fly up and sprint at her, spearing her to the ground.

The crowd goes wild, even more so when Rhea comes to a stop in front of you and the two of you have a stare down. She seems suspicious of you, at least up until you mockingly salute her- the same salute she'd given you when you first made your appearance on Raw. Her eyes seem to gleam with recognition then, but then your gaze is darting behind her where Carlito is running up.

Shoving Rhea aside, you superkick Carlito right across his chin. As Carlito falls, you turn towards Rhea and place your index finger over where your mouth is beneath your mask as if shushing her to keep the secret.

In the ring, there's a count of three and your Tio and friends are announced the winners. When Rhea takes her gaze off of you, you jump the barricade and rush through the crowd.

(End of segment broadcast.)

You make quick work of jumping into a waiting car in the garage, stripping off your mask behind the tinted windows and are driven to the hotel you're staying at. You find your bag at your feet, yanking out your phone and sending a text to Rhea, while also changing into normal clothing so Jey doesn't find the anonymous outfit in your room.

To Rhea: All will be revealed Friday Night. Stay tuned.

It's not until you're back in the room you're sharing with Jey that she texts back.

From Rhea: So, it's safe to assume you'll be on Smackdown? To Rhea: Paul hasn't spoken to you guys? From Rhea: What's going on? To Rhea: Shit. You didn't hear this from me, so don't spread it. My home will be Smackdown, but Paul mentioned that with how the storylines are going.. it looks like both rosters will be making appearances either night. No one's going to be stuck only on Raw or only on Smackdown. I'm not sure how long that will last though. From Rhea: This is going to be fun. Btw, Jey's convinced you were the anonymous female who helped us. To Rhea: Good luck proving it. I've done a good job making it seem like I've been in the room all night.

You send her the gif of Karen from Mean Girls where she fake coughs and says I'm sick. Rhea sends you back a laughing emoji and wishes you luck.

Later, when Jey gets back, he looks prepared to grill you about your whereabouts. But when he sees you all snuggled up and looking a little under the weather, he leans over you to kiss your forehead.

"You need anything?"

You feel bad lying to him, but it's only for a few more days. "No. Just want you to hold me. How was work?"

"You mean you didn't watch?"

"I did, but I just want to hear you talk."

Jey smiles. "Let me shower really quick and I'll tell you all about it."

Jey makes quick work of showering and when he exits the bathroom in nothing but a pair of briefs, you mentally curse the restraint the two of you have. It's no secret to either of you that you're it for one another, but taking that next step seems to be stumping the two of you. You'll be affectionate with each other and sleep in the same bed, but you've yet to kiss or anything. It's almost like you're afraid to take that final step and lose what you currently have.

But as Jey snuggles in next to you, all that seems to fade away and you listen as he recounts his day at work and how he'll be making an appearance on this upcoming Friday Night Smackdown.

Week after week, Roman's been dealing with Solo and his version of the Bloodline. Sure, he has Jimmy, and Jey's been allowed to come over when needed, but Solo has something that Roman doesn't and it's hindering his climb back to Tribal Chief.

It goes against both Roman and Jimmy's real life and alter ego's morals to lay hands on a woman, even though Nia Jax has no issue laying hands on them. So, when Paul laid out the storyline that a female wrestler would be put into Roman's side of the Bloodline, Roman was relieved but also skeptical. Who would be good enough to stand up to Nia Jax? He knows the female roster on Smackdown and there's no one decent enough besides Bayley, but Bayley doesn't seem to fit with him or Jimmy. She has her own alter ego, and it doesn't mesh well with that of Roman.

When he learns that some wrestlers will be given the green light to swap back and forth on Raw and Smackdown, he thinks of Rhea since she now has a connection to Jey, but then disregards it because she has the Terror Twin schtick going for her. When he asks Paul who his little enforcer will be, Paul merely smirks and mentions that he's going to like her just fine.

The night for the newest addition to his faction comes, and he's anxious. The storyline is pretty good, and he can't wait to see his female enforcer take out Nia Jax since Nia is currently injured and needs an excuse to be out for a few months. That and he gets to unmask her.

. .

Ready for your debut, you stare at your new haircut in the mirror. They gave you a trim so your hair reached just below your shoulders while also giving you a small undercut on the left side of your head, just enough to cut a design into the shaved part. As your hair swoops over to the right, the roots along the part in your hair are dyed a vibrant red.

The purple contacts have been left out, showcasing your natural eye color. Your mask, the one you dubbed the Winter Soldier is back in place, shielding the bottom half of your face. You have your hoodie zipped all the way up to your neck, you're back in dark skinny jeans, and back in the black booties with heels.

You watch the monitors as everything unfolds out in the ring, waiting for your cue to rush to Roman's aide.

(Live on Smackdown)

The fight turns brutal fast.

Solo is livid that the Ula Fala has been stolen from his locker room, and everyone is in agreement that Roman must have taken it. But when Roman meets them in the ring, he has no idea what they're talking about.

Solo and his Bloodline are hearing nothing Roman has to say and beats him down. When he's handcuffed to the bottom rope, Nia takes her chance to get in a few hits on the ex-Tribal Chief. Only when a table is brought in and set up near one of the corners do the Usos theme song blare through the arena. As the twin brothers rush to Roman's aide, Paul Heyman seems relieved outside the ring.

When Solo sees Jimmy and Jey though, he quickly drops to roll out of the ring and drags Jacob Fatu with him. Uncaring of their cowardice, Jimmy and Jey deal with Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa. As those two are tossed from the ring, all that's left is Nia who isn't paying attention and delivering kick after kick to Roman's chest as he slouches in the corner of the ring, unable to move.

Having crept into the crowd, you jump the barricade much to everyone's glee. Jumping onto the side of the ring, you step between the bottom and middle ropes, and crouch in the corner opposite of Nia. Jimmy and Jey glance at you, but you only have eyes for Nia. As you start pounding on the mat, the crowd matches the beat with a clap of their hands.

Nia finally takes notice of the atmosphere, and she goes to turn, you stand and rush her, delivering a superkick to her chin. Dazed and confused, Nia falls. You glance between Jimmy and Jey, pointing at Nia and then pointing to the table. Both brothers glance at one another before shrugging, picking up Nia and laying her out on the table before stepping back. Paul Heyman then rushes to uncuff Roman.

Turning to the corner post closest to the table, you start to climb. The crowd goes wild as Solo and his Bloodline watch Nia be annihilated. As you stand on the top rope, you briefly glance over your shoulder to make sure you're lined up. Then with a roar as your arms stretch out on either side of you, very reminiscent of Jeff Hardy, you moonsault backwards off the top rope and put both your body and Nia's through the table.

The landing practically punches the breath out of you, but you pull it together as you crawl away from the destruction. Nia lays there, unconscious, and you stand to glare at Solo and Jacob as they reach under the bottom rope to grab Nia by the ankle and drag her out of the ring.

You pace back and forth then, adrenaline pumping and watching Solo and his Bloodline retreat up the ramp.

When the crowd quiets, you turn around, only to be met with Roman Reigns rubbing at his sore wrists. Jimmy and Jey flank him, unsure of you, and Paul Heyman stands off to the side looking a bit weary himself. At least he looks weary until you unzip the hoodie and strip it off, leaving you in an OTC shirt- Roman's merch- and the missing Ula Fala draped around your neck.

Paul Heyman gasps, Jimmy and Jey act surprised, and Roman's jaw twitches as he stares you down. Fisting your right hand, you cross your arm over your chest with your first above your heart and bow your head to Roman. A moment passes and then you take off the Ula Fala, holding it up for him. Roman watches you and hesitantly lowers his head, and you drape the Ula Fala around the rightful Tribal Chief's neck.

As the crowd goes wild for the turn of events, you stand back with your feet shoulder widths apart. Your hands clasp behind your back and you stare straight ahead. Roman takes his sweet time searching your features for any sign of deceit. He reaches for your mask then and, when you don't budge, he unclasps it.

Roman makes it as dramatic as he can as he pulls the mask off and when he does… you can see him fighting a smile when recognition sets in. Jimmy, however, has no restraint and ends up laughing when he sees it's you. Apparently, Roman and Jey weren't the only ones kept in the dark about your identity.

The crowd is surprisingly cheering for you and you're grateful for it. You weren't sure how your presence on Smackdown would be taken considering your family was on Raw.

Jimmy is slapping a stunned Jey on his shoulder, nudging him while pointing at you. Roman proceeds to shock everyone as he steps forward and envelops you in a hug, tucking your head beneath his chin and just holding you close for a moment.

"You're my female enforcer?" He asks, making sure to hide his mouth so no one can read his lips.

Pulling back a little, you stare up at him. "It looks like we're gonna be spending a lot of time together, Reigns." You allow yourself to flash a cocky smirk. "Get used to it, Big Uce."

Roman chuckles as you step out of the hug. You step to his side and grab his wrist, raising his arm in the air as high as you can while pointing at him and hollering at the crowd. Jimmy grabs his other wrist, doing the same, and then Jey grabs your other wrist to raise in the air. When you glance at him, you can see the excitement in his gaze, but he's keeping it toned down since he can't do anything to jeopardize his storyline with Rhea.

In the middle of the Smackdown ring, Roman and his Bloodline is introduced.

You, Jey, and Jimmy then break off, amping up the crowd and acknowledging Roman with a hand raised in the air, index finger pointing to the ceiling.

When it's time to head back, you pick up your mask and roll out of the ring. There are people screaming and hollering, and you flash everyone a cocky smirk while walking backstage.

(End of segment broadcast.)

Once the camera lights cut out to signify the end of filming, Jey whirls on you and backs you into a wall where he grasps your face and plants his lips on yours. The surprise doesn't even register with you because this kiss has been a long time coming, and you gladly return Jey's enthusiasm, but Jimmy's exclamation of, "Finally!", has you snapping to attention.

When you come up for air, panting and heaving, you take notice of the position you and Jey are in. Your hands are cradling his bearded face, one leg being held up on his hip with one of his hands and his other grasping at your ass. You're momentarily distracted by his own heaving chest, but you quickly snap out of it.

Hands pressing against Jey's chest, you push him away and lower your leg. Your eyes widen, especially when you hear the chuckles all around you, and you slap at his chest when he tries to crowd into your space again. "Not where there are cameras around! I am too invested in Jhea for the cameras to accidentally film you fooling around with Roman's newest addition."

Jey blinks at you. "You right, you right." He steps back, licking his bottom lip as he stares you up and down. His darkened gaze, however, proves that he's moments from losing control again. "But damn, girl. How you gonna go out there lookin' like a badass and not expect me to jump on that?"

You snort and before Jimmy or Roman can start joking, Solo steps up. "You little thief," he muses.

You're grateful for the distraction and laugh at Solo, bringing the Uso's younger brother into a hug. "Surprised?"

"Yes. You're surprisingly good at keeping secrets."

"Aw, don't feel bad, uce," Jimmy says as he slaps a hand on his brother's shoulder. "She told none of us."

"The only ones who knew were Rhea and tio Rey," you admit. "Tio Rey because he was there for my contract signing and Rhea because after spearing Liv Morgan last Monday, I teased her with a gesture that would clue her in."

"Well I'm glad you're here, even if Nia is going to kick your ass when she comes back."

You laugh. "Speaking of, where is Nia? I wanna check on her."

Before you can go check on Nia to make sure the bit with the table didn't aggravate her injury further, Solo takes it upon himself to introduce you to his cousins that made up his Bloodline faction. All three are very intimidating in the ring, but off-camera they are as lovable as Solo, Jey, Jimmy, and Roman. Then after introductions are had, you briefly meet with Nia where she jokes about you being prepared for her return because she was going to kick your little ass.

Laughing, you tell her you're looking forward to a proper match with her and that you hope her recovery goes smoothly. The production crew then gathers Roman and his Bloodline for pictures to be added to WWE's socials, introducing the reunion of the OG Bloodline, plus their newest addition.

You take pictures with your mask on and off, with the whole group, by yourself, and then with just Roman. You're excited, especially since the photographer makes you look badass and promises to email the pics to you so you can start adding some to your own socials.

Then when it's time to go to the hotel, Jimmy has to keep his twin in check every time he reaches for your hand. You're not even out of the arena yet when Jey turns handsy, and Roman has to push you in front of him to shield you from Jey's wandering hands, less the paparazzi and fans capture pictures of Jey cheating on Rhea.

During the week, you manage to make time for both your jobs- fielding calls for your main source of income and hitting the gym with Roman and Jimmy. And when you're not letting your two brothers kick your ass in the ring in preparation for taking on any male wrestler that goes after your boys, Jey has you locked away in the hotel room you share to make up for lost time.

Roman and Jimmy take great pleasure in making you run back and forth across the ring, shoulder checking you and making you practice your falls. You even have to practice falling from higher heights, making Roman and Jimmy crack up when on one particular fall, you land wrong.

"Ow. My tits." Rolling over and rubbing at your chest, Roman spews the water he'd been drinking and Jimmy falls to one knee laughing. "Fuck off," you grumble.

As you get to your feet, Jimmy can't help but muse, "I'm sure Jey will kiss it better."

"Don't tell him anything!" You warn him. "I'm all for our sudden, enthusiastic sex life, but my vagina needs a break. Jesus, it hasn't even been a full week and-"

Roman starts coughing. "No! No. We are not talking about that."

Jimmy is dying of laughter and you smirk at the Tribal Chief. "Aw, come on, Roman. Aren't you curious about your cousin's dick game?"

"Hell no."

"Fine. If you want my silence, I demand chicken tenders and ranch."

Roman grimaces. "What is it with chicken tenders and ranch?"

You shrug. "It's good."

"If you say so. Now come on. Spar with Jimmy one more time and we'll call it a day."

Jimmy has a case of the giggles during your entire spar, so it's easy for you to get the drop on him a few times.

. .

When Friday Night Smackdown rolls around again, you have to deal with Solo's Bloodline alongside Jimmy, and it's the first time they get to get their hands on you so you can show how resilient you are against the men.

Jimmy has a solo, no disqualification match against Tonga Loa, who will be accompanied by Tama Tonga. You will accompany Jimmy to the ring, keeping an eye on Tama whose mission is apparently to make you as uncomfortable as possible with suggestive comments and licking his lips as he looks you up and down.

(Live on Smackdown)

The match starts, and Jimmy and Tonga are pretty evenly matched. Both take hits that have you wincing and trying not to break character and laugh, especially when Tonga takes an accidental hit to the groin area and you hear him shout, "My balls!".

You're pounding the mat, urging Jimmy to get up when you notice Tama Tonga climbing onto the side of the ring. Jimmy rolls and pins a dazed Tonga Loa, but the ref is distracted by Tama. Annoyed, you walk in Tama's direction, and he takes notice. When he smirks and hops down, you take off at a run. And when Tama opens his arms as if volunteering to let you have the first hit, you surprise him by running faster, jumping, and then kicking him with both soles of your feet.

You've just dropkicked Tama Tonga, stunning the Samoan.

However, as you're getting up, spitting curses at Tama, you're grabbed by the back of your hair. You shout, scratching at the hand holding you, and then urgently try to get away when you realize it's Jacob Fatu that has a hold of you.

With a shout, Jacob picks you up sideways and drives your back into the steel steps that lead into the ring. You scream as he drops you, rolling onto your back as you reach behind you with one hand to hold the aching spot.

"Uce! You good, uce? Get up!" You groan at Jimmy's voice, slowly getting to your hands and knees.

Roman's theme goes off, the crowd goes wild, and Roman flies down the ramp to meet Jacob Fatu head on. It's a clash of two strong personas that everyone's been wanting, so you leave them be. In the ring, however, Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa are teaming up against Jimmy.

Anger building, you stand and roll into the ring under the bottom rope. When you get to your feet and Jimmy notices you standing there, he shoves Tama Tonga off of him and Tama stumbles towards you with his back facing you.

Hands bracing on his shoulders, you jump and place both knees against his back. Then falling backwards with Tama still in hand, your knees drive hard into his back as you both fall on the mat. Hurt, Tama Tonga rolls out of the ring. You stand up, hunched just a little because your back in on fire, and Tonga Loa gets into your face. You sneer at one another, but yours slowly morphs into a smirk.

"What the hell are you smilin' about?"

"Just the fact that you're focused on me when you should be focused on Jimmy."

Your gaze darts behind him, but before he can turn, you headbutt him. Dazed, Tonga turns right into a spear from your friend.

Jimmy takes the win and as he celebrates his victory around the ring, you drop to the mat and roll under the bottom rope, sitting on the ledge. Roman walks up, hair mussed from whatever fight he got into with Jacob.

"Need a hand?"

"Not in front of the camera, Reigns," you grit out with a smile. Roman's lips twitch as he still offers you a hand, a hand which you take and hold onto as you hop off the side of the ring. Jimmy is suddenly on your other side, clapping you on the back. "Fuck!" You shout, twisting out from beneath his hands.

Immediately, Jimmy's hands go up. "My bad, uce. My bad."

You glare at him as Roman does his best to mask his chortles, and then the three of you walk up the ramp.

(End of segment broadcast)

Off camera, Jacob rushes up to you, concern in his gaze. "I'm fine," you immediately tell him.

"Are you sure? That scream didn't sound like it was fake."

You grimace at him, and then tense when someone lifts the back of your shirt. "Shit. You're bleeding."

"What?" You turn around just in time for Roman to call for a medic. "Huh. I must have caught the edge of the stairs." When you face Jacob again, you can't help but chuckle. "Jacob, it's fine! Promise."

He winces. "I know. I just- I hate that I actually hurt you."

"It's all part of the job, buddy."

When the medics come and lead you to a room, you're laid out on your front. They clean and assess the apparent two-inch gash but conclude that it doesn't need stitches. As they reclean it and bandage it up for you, they tell you that you'll be sore for the next few days and that it's best to take it easy so the wound can close. You huff, but tell them you'll speak with Paul to see what he says.

Surprisingly, Paul agrees. He tells you to rest up and that while you can accompany your faction to the ring next week, he doesn't want you in the middle of the action.

And when you get back to the hotel, you're met with a worried Jey and have to deal with his mother hen tendencies.

Talking trash is not as fun if you can't throw down with your faction. But you keep to the rules laid out for you and stand back as Solo and Roman continue their feud.

On Raw, Judgement Day and the Terror Twins feud is still going just as strong. You've been watching, growing annoyed when one week Damian and Rhea seem like this overpowered duo, only for them to get their asses kicked the following week by the entire faction they once belonged to. It amps up until Finn suggests a match- Finn, Dom, and Liv versus Damian, Jey, and Rhea. The fans seem to love the idea, so the match is made for the following Monday.

However, behind the scenes when Damian, Rhea, and Jey are talking, Judgement Day attacks them out of the blue. You're not sure what goes wrong, but something seriously happens to Rhea's knee. You're not sure how severe it is until Paul calls you, asking if you can make an appearance as Damian and Jey's third. You agree.

. .

"There is so much bad blood here, that I want it to seem as unscripted as possible," Paul tells you Wednesday night when he calls a meeting between all the wrestlers involved. "The fans will go wild."

"So, there's no script for the match?" Dominik asks. "How do we know who will win and when to make the pin?"

Paul now smiles. "It's gonna be the first match of the night and you'll fight until you're exhausted. I want you guys to take it easy on each other, but the women," he says, glancing between you and Liv, "I want you feral. I want you spitting mad. Just don't seriously injure one another. The crowd seems to love when the women go off on each other."

Glancing deviously at Liv, the two of you laugh when all the other men swear at the matching smirks you're now sporting. "Free reign to kick ass?"

"Hell yes," Liv muses.

"I just want you to know right now that whatever is said or done out there on camera, it's not personal."

"I want your best, YN. Bring it."

"I don't know whether to laugh or cry," Dominik says. When everyone glances at him, he says, "I've seen YN fight, truly fight, before my dad got her disciplined in the ring. If she doesn't hold back, it's gonna be a fight to be remembered."

"That's what I'm hoping for. Especially since it'll be YN's first official match. This will set the tone for her place in Roman's faction."

After a few more details are hashed out, everyone goes their separate ways.

"You sure you're ready for this?" Jey asks.

"Yes. I've been in fights before, babe. It's nothing I can't handle."

"Man, Rhea's gonna be so jealous." Damian chuckles. "We're all taught to hold back, pull our punches. And here Paul is giving you permission to seriously mess each other up."

"It's gonna be fun, but I swear you boys better take this win."

"Oh, we will," Jey muses.

When you get to the hotel, Damian walks off to find Rhea, and you and Jey head to Roman's room. He wants to know what's going on and when you tell him, he's surprised.

"You better kick some major ass, girl."

"Don't worry, I will."

"I want you in the ring by eight tomorrow morning."

"Goddammit, Reigns."

Jey laughs and Roman turns to him. "I don't know why you're laughing. You need to be there too. In fact, call Priest and tell him to meet us in the morning. I'm not going to let the two of you make the Bloodline's She-Wolf look incompetent in the ring."

Jey gapes before sighing and giving into the inevitable. Pulling out his phone, Jey texts Damian what Roman is demanding. And just when you think you can jump on the bed and relax, Roman gets down to business and starts asking questions about what you have planned for the match.

(Live on Raw)

Judgement Day takes the ring, the arena booing them as they're all smug smiles and laughter. They've just finished the replay of Judgement Day attacking Damian and Rhea last week, and then Rhea confessing to Damian and Jey in the back earlier that night that there's no way she can fight in tonight's match.

"So, you see," Liv laughs on the mic, "there will be no match tonight. Damian and Jey might have some new friends backstage, but they have no females to fill in for that pathetic Rhea Ripley."

As soon as the words leave her mouth, blue lights start flashing.

USO!

Jey walks out with Damian by his side and Rhea hobbling on crutches on his other side. Damian is the most heated, pacing back and forth as Jey amps up the crowd for a few seconds. As the music cuts out, Damian raises the mic to his mouth and says, "Güera, do everyone a favor and shut up." The crowd cheers and laughs. "Honestly, I don't know how Dom deals with your ass. Your voice is annoying as hell."

In the ring, Liv gapes and shoves at Dominik before pointing at Damian and demanding Dominik to defend her.

"You're honestly so lucky that Rhea can't fight tonight. So lucky."

"But that luck just ran out, white girl. The match is still on," Jey says, producing his own mic as the crowd cheers. "Because you right about us not havin' female friends here. But just because we have no female connections here, doesn't mean we don't have any female connections.. on Smackdown."

The crowd cheers even louder, especially when in the ring Dominik is the first to make the connection as he freezes in shock. And then, he rips the mic from Liv's hand. "No. You're lying! My prima wouldn't do that to me. We don't see eye to eye, but she would never-"

Roman's theme blares and if the crowd was loud earlier, they're deafening now.

The Tribal Chief walks out, the red Ula Fala draped around his neck. Flanking him are you and Jimmy, and behind you is Paul Heyman. You're sporting your new mask, the black mask having been painted with markings that match the tribal symbols from Roman, Jimmy, and Jey's tattoos.

"Danngggg," Jey muses as he steps up to your side, glancing at you and then staring at Liv down in the ring. "Betchu really wishing you were taking on Rhea now, huh. Because I can promise you, the Bloodline's She-Wolf is very much all bite."

"The She-Wolf?" Liv barks out a laugh before sneering. "I'm not afraid of some little bitch."

The crowd ooh's and a camera man kneels in front of you, catching your reaction. Slowly but surely, you reach up and remove your mask. Smirking, you lean into the mic that Jey holds out for you. "You will be."

As you turn towards Roman, he holds his hand out for your mask. You hand it off to him and then Jey's theme starts again. Together, you, Damian, and Jey stride down to the ring with you in the middle. Behind you, Jimmy, Roman, Rhea, and Paul Heyman follow.

Before you can stomp up the steel stairs, you feel a pat on your butt. You freeze as the fans behind you laugh and whoop, and glare at the culprit over your shoulder. "That's not very brotherly, Roman," you hiss.

He smirks. "Show 'em your teeth, She-Wolf."

You nod, jaw clenching, and then stomp up the stairs and into the ring behind Jey and Damian. Carlito and JD roll out of the ring, weary of Jimmy, Roman, and Rhea spreading out along the sidelines. Liv and Finn are glaring at the three of you, but Dominik looks like he wants to call the match off.

The bell rings, and Damian takes one step in their direction just as Dominik and Finn drop and roll out of the ring. Liv turns to seethe at them, but then turns back around. "Fine. I'll win this match myself."

Jey and Damian laugh, stepping back to step outside the ring. You step forward, smirking. "We'll see, Güerita. We'll see."

Liv screams and rushes you, but you very easily block her punch. You deliver three punches of your own, driving her into a corner post. Then switching it up, you grab onto the middle ropes and drive your shoulder into Liv's abdomen over and over.

"Stop it, prima! That's enough!"

Dominik's words garner your attention and you turn towards him. "That's enough? That's enough!?" You shout at him. "It's not nearly enough. Cowards don't get mercy."

You realize too late he was a distraction and Liv takes the upper hand. She grabs you by the hair and throws you backwards so you slam your back on the mat. Then standing over you, she delivers kick after kick until you grab her by the ankle and roll her up into a pin. Unsurprisingly, she kicks out and you stand up, grinning.

As you walk backwards, you hold a hand up and let someone tag in. It's Jey. As Jey enters the ring, Liv tags in Finn.

Finn and Jey go toe to toe, evenly matched. Finn gets the upper hand right away, but you and Damian championing for Jey reinvigorates him. When Finn, the coward, realizes he's losing the upper hand, he tags in Dominik. Dominik is too confident as he knocks Jey around, but the moment Damian is tapped in… he's nothing but a scared little boy.

Damian tosses Dominik around the ring like a rag doll that it's laughable. Carlito and JD are too close to the ring, too close to Damian, so you start to climb off the ring as inconspicuously as you can. Roman and Jimmy watch you, not interfering as you watch Liv climb off the side of the ring. When Finn helps Dominik tag team Damian as the ref gets distracted by JD, and Damian then gets up on his knees with his upper body leaning between the ropes, Liv jumps up and grabs him by the back of the head to choke him out on the rope.

Rhea sees everything go down and she chases Liv with her crutch. Liv runs around the ring, laughing over her shoulder, and giving you the perfect opportunity to catch her. Instead of spearing her, however, you pick her up by the back of her thighs and then slam her back onto the announcer's table.

Climbing on top of Liv, you rain down punch after punch. She grabs one of the small monitors on the table and hits you upside the head with it, and you roll off of her. Briefly dazed, you stumble off and right into Carlito's chest. He tries to intimidate you, but you're distracted by the liquid falling into your eyes.

Reaching up, you swipe where you feel the wetness and your hand comes away red. Fuck. You're bleeding from the head.

Carlito gets spun around by Jimmy who starts attacking him, and before you can turn there's a pair of arms wrapping around your abdomen from behind. Liv bear hugs your waist and throws you over her head, into the barricade.

THIS IS AWESOME, the crowd chants over and over.

Trying to catch your breath, Liv then stands and picks you up, tossing you into the ring. It seems Jey and Damian weren't faring as well as you hoped.

You and Liv are now the eligible wrestlers, the two of you slapping, punching, and kicking until you're out of breath. The side of your face is covered in blood, but you're not tapping out. Not today.

The cheers from your faction, your friends, and the fans get your adrenaline going once more. You start slapping and punching back harder. And then as you have her in the perfect position to superkick her, Dominik rushes between the two of you.

"Don't do it!"

You freeze, standing on one leg with the other in the air, bent as you stare at your cousin. "Get out of my way, Dom!"

"No! That's enough."

"It's enough? Now it's enough when I'm about to kick in the teeth of your precious güerita?"

Dominik goes quiet and then he slowly, cruelly smirks. "Fooled you."

"What?"

There's a sudden, sharp pain to the knee of the leg you'd been standing on. It seems Liv got enough wind to sneak around and take you out by the knee.

You go down, screaming, and Liv takes the opportunity to start kicking at your injured knee. Dominik stands over you, laughing, but then gets taken out with a spear by Jey. Then just as Finn goes to fight off Jey, Damian steps in and kicks him off the side of the ring.

Having enough, Damian turns and grasps Liv by the back of the neck and tosses her outside the ring where Carlito and JD readily catch her. "Not today, sucia."

Spitting mad at your cousin for distracting you and the now throbbing pain in your knee, you get up, hopping on your one good leg. "Really, primo? You're gonna let that little hoodrat do me dirty?"

Rolling onto his back, Dominik holds his hands up in surrender. "Listen, it's not- I didn't-"

"Save it." You spit on the mat, closest to his head. Turning, you meet Damian's gaze while pointing down at your cousin. "Put his ass on the mat. Chokeslam that cabrón!"

"It'll be my genuine pleasure, She-Wolf." Damian roars as he strips off the top half of his wrestling suit, then bends down to pick up Dominik.

Dominik tries to get away, but there's no use and Damian chokeslams him brutally. As he groans flat on his back, you push past the pain in your knee and start climbing the corner post. Once at the top rope, you stare down at your cousin who stares up with wide eyes.

Flipping Dominik off, you leap, and frog splash your own cousin before rolling over and getting back to your feet. Damian falls on top of Dominik for the pin and at the count of two, Liv rushes in. But before she can throw herself on the men to break the pin, you surprise her with a spear.

The bell rings and you remain crouched, trying to catch your breath.

Jey and Damian turn around in the ring, offering you hugs for a job well done. Even Rhea rolls into the ring, fist bumping you for taking the win. And when Damian notices you are favoring one leg over the other, he goes to support most of your weight you as Jey excitedly yeets with the crowd.

Jey's smile falters when he notices Damian supporting you and he walks up to you. He grabs you by the chin, tilting your face a certain way to find where you're bleeding from.

"M'fine." You pull your face from your grasp.

"You got a cut by the temple."

"Yeah." Huffing a laugh, you flash him a grin. "Liv caught me with a monitor. That bitch."

Jimmy suddenly jostles his brother, and you turn away, only to bump into Roman. As the others are celebrating the win, you're wincing up at your Tribal Chief.

"Need a medic?" His voice rumbles.

"Nah." You blink and then sway on the spot. "Maybe," you then amend. "And then when I'm all patched up, I want food. I'm surprisingly starving."

"Chicken tenders and ranch?"

"You know it."

Roman grins down at you before lifting your arm and draping it around his neck, helping you walk to the ropes. You crouch down and slide beneath them, surprisingly finding Damian already outside the ring and helping you hop down. You thank him, but then Roman is there and lifting you off your feet in a bridal carry.

As the crowd cheers, you groan and wrap your arms around his neck, resting your head on his shoulder. "I hate you. They're gonna start shipping us if you're not careful."

Roman merely smirks and continues to walk you backstage.

(End of segment broadcast.)

Behind the curtain and off camera, you're congratulated by everyone who'd been watching. Those in the women's division are stoked about how you and Liv put it all on the line like you did. Then after the congratulations are over, Roman and Jey escort you to the medic where the small cut by your temple is cleaned and patched up with a butterfly bandage.

There's a brief segment you all shoot, a victory dinner of sorts where it's nothing but chicken tenders, fries, and ranch. Damian, Rhea, and Jey take great pleasure in joking about Dom and chicken tendies while you, Jimmy, and Roman watch from the other side of the table. It's an odd dynamic with the goofiness on one side and the stoic seriousness on the other. But it isn't until Jimmy reaches for something on your plate that you snap out of watching everyone across the table, your hand snapping out and slapping his hand away.

The slap garners everyone's attention, Jey snorting at his twin holding his hand to his chest with a look of betrayal on his face.

Both Damian and Rhea chuckle.

"Never touch the tendies," she muses.

"Yeah," Damian rumbles. "That family has a weird thing about food."

You turn to glare at Damian, only to end up rolling your eyes. "Do not."

"Do too." Rhea smirks. Suddenly, the amusement fades as she says, "You know, I had my doubts about you when Jey said you could fill in. Family versus family is messy and you almost proved me right when you refused to kick Dom's teeth in." Remembering the betrayal makes you tense and Roman drapes an arm around the back of your shoulders. "But when you had Damian chokeslam him before you frog splashed him." She groans, smiling. "God, that was so good to watch."

Huffing a laugh, you nod. "If you ever need assistance with my primo, I'm only a phone call away." Smile fading, you also add. "And if you need a hand with that pinche puta, call me. I owe her one," you say while gesturing to the bandage at your temple.

Rhea smiles evilly and they cut the segment.

The storyline with Bloodline vs. Bloodline ended up exploding and coming to an end when Nia made her grand return, interrupting your match against Tiffany Stratton. When Nia had gotten her hands on you, Tiffany knew what to do and set up a table just outside the ring. Nia tossed you out of the ring after beating down on you, and before Jimmy or Roman could interfere, she put you through a table as payback.

And that- that was not acceptable to the Tribal Chief.

Roman Reigns had been a force to be reckoned with before there was ever a female he felt protective over, so after seeing you lying nearly unconscious in the wreckage of a table, it sent him off the deep end. For Bad Blood, Roman wanted Bloodline vs. Bloodline, and he got it.

But needless to say, Solo and his Bloodline was no match for the wrath that Roman unleashed. Even Jimmy and Jey were surprised, but the match ended and Roman made everyone acknowledge him.

Having then been given some time off so the industry can roll out other storylines, you gladly take the time to fly back home. You and Jey are very much still in the honeymoon phase of your relationship, so he flies out to his own apartment to pack a few bags before flying out back to you.

Being alone with Jey in your house is a completely different experience than when it was him and the others. This time around, while still fun, there's also a sense of domesticity that should scare you. Instead, it brings you a feeling of happiness and rightness, and you can tell Jey feels the exact same way when he easily makes himself at home in your space.

You're grateful for the time off, especially since your birthday falls during your break. But since you've never made a big deal out of your birthdays, you don't mention it to Jey. The only reason he finds out is because Dominik sneaks into your house early the morning of, along with a couple of your friends.

You're sleeping peacefully when you feel something tickle your nose and you continuously swat at it until muffled laughter pulls you fully into wakefulness. When your eyes blink open, Dominik is crouched on your free side.

"Happy birthday, prima."

"Go away, Dom."

As you move to turn over and hide away against Jey's slumbering form, you spot Rhea standing atop your bed with a party hat on her head and a party horn in her mouth. "Happy birthday!" She shouts, now bouncing and tooting the horn in her mouth.

Jey jerks away, confused as hell, and when your gaze darts to the towering form at the end of your bed, your eyes narrow on a smirking Damian. "Priest?"

"Happy birthday, hermana." From behind his back, Damian produces a large confetti popper and pops it over you.

Multi-colored confetti rain down on you and you groan as you fall against the mattress. "I hate you guys. I love you, but I hate you. Get out."

"What is going on?" Jey finally asks. As you try to pull the blanket up and over your head, Dominik yanks it away.

"It's YN's birthday. Didn't you know?"

"Dom," you whine. "You know I don't celebrate. Why would I tell anyone?"

"It's your birthday?" When you meet Jey's gaze, he looks hurt. "You should have said something."

"No, babe. No," you say. As you cuddle up to him, you shake your head. "I honestly don't celebrate. I don't like dressing up for dinner reservations or going to places where they sing happy birthday to you and everyone watches in awkward silence. I just.." you trail off, sighing tiredly and knowing full well these pushy individuals are going to make you do something for your day. "If I had to choose the perfect way to spend my birthday, it's laid up in my own house while wearing the comfiest clothes I own with a smorgasbord of food in front of me and marathoning my favorite show or movies."

"Say less," Damian muses. "We're doing exactly that then."

Rhea starts excitedly bouncing at the end of your bed. "Now get up. I'm taking you out for manis and pedis, and to get the color in your hair retouched."

"Rhea," you groan.

"Nope. Up."

"Jey?" You glance at your boyfriend, hoping he'd be of some help. You're not that lucky.

"Up." He slowly grins. "But first, a shower." You roll back over with another groan, trying to burrow into your bed, only for Jey to slap you on the ass. "Get up. We're gonna shower, you're gonna go out with Rhea for a girl's day, and all the while we're gonna get shit done here."

"Fine." Very reluctantly, you start to get up. Rhea cheers, but then everyone with the exception of Jey vacates the upper level of your house.

As you and Jey both collect clothes, you disappear into the bathroom together.

He gets the water going, the bathroom steaming up just how you like it. When Jey turns around, before he can strip out of his briefs, you embrace him in a tight hug. With your arms around his waist and forehead pressing against his shoulder, you say, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

"Don't even worry 'bout it, baby girl." His arms wrap around you in return. "Some people like big and flashy, some people don't. And can I just say I'm actually pretty relieved you just wanna chill?"

You huff a laugh. "I figured you would be. Me and you are the same when it comes to downtime."

"Mhm. But before I send you off with Rhea…" Jey pulls away to mess with his phone he'd brought into the bathroom with him, along with a bluetooth speaker. "We're gonna start your birthday how it should have been started had I known we was gonna be celebrating you."

You frown at his back, brow furrowed. But then the familiar tune of a song resonates around the bathroom, and you can't help but bark out a laugh. Birthday Sex fills the air you readily strip out of your tank top and shorts when he turns around. "You're determined to traumatize our friends, aren't you?"

"They'll only be traumatized if you can't keep quiet."

"Birthday Sex is blaring. I think they know what's about to go down."

Jey slowly smirks and pushes down his briefs. "Only the best for my girl."

You laugh as Jey lunges for you, kissing you as he picks you up and walks you into the shower, under the heated spray. He then proceeds to start your birthday off the right way with a couple of orgasms before sending you on your way.

. .

Rhea ends up taking you out for brunch before taking you to get your undercut touched up and redyeing the red in your hair, then out for mani/pedis. Through it all, she takes pics and videos. You and her serenade each other during brunch with some Justin Bieber song that had been playing over the speakers, but your favorite probably has to be when you're walking to her car after your hair is all done up and she's blaring We Like to Party by Vengaboys. You start dancing in the middle of the parking lot as she records you, laughing. With those videos in her arsenal, she then surprises you and her fans with a birthday post dedicated to her real-life bestie and that she'd forever be grateful to Dom for introducing the two of you.

When you finally get home, it's just a little after five in the evening. The boys had apparently been busy while you were gone, putting up a birthday banner, streamers, and placing balloon clusters all around the place. Your kitchen island is filled with all sorts of birthday treats and you can't help but laugh when you see it.

"Happy birthday!" Damian, Jey, and Dominik cheer when they see you.

You shake your head, accepting hugs, and then waving off Dominik and Damian when they mention needing to leave to go get the food they'd ordered. Walking up to Jey, you kiss him as he smiles, uncaring that Rhea has her phone pointed at the two of you.

Jey rubs a thumb across the undercut on the side of your head, then leaning in to kiss your cheek. "Have fun with Rhea?"

"Of course, but I missed you."

"Of course you did." He kisses you again before patting your butt. "Now go get changed. There's some stuff laid out on the bed for you."

"Yes, sir." Jey freezes and you wink, laughing as his gaze turns heated before you rush out of the kitchen.

"You two are disgustingly adorable," Rhea muses.

Jey snaps out of his lustful thoughts, pointing at Rhea and the phone in her hand. "Send me any and all pics that you have of me and YN. I'm gonna make a birthday post later."

"You finally gonna let the world know that Jey Uso is a taken man?" She slowly smiles.

"Yeah. I know the industry likes us to keep personal relationships off our socials, but that's my girl, 'ya know? I'm not tryin' to hide her."

"Good. Text the others, especially Jimmy and Roman. I know for a fact they have some good ones of the two of you."

"Good idea, uce."

Upstairs, you're staring at the outfit Jey had left out for you- a white crop top with a pair of gray sweats that say Uso on the ass, and a pink and silver birthday sash. You laugh and get dressed, careful not to mess up your hair since it's styled quite nicely. You even add a light layer of makeup so you don't look like death has warmed over in any inevitable photos, and then put on socks before heading downstairs.

"Pictures!" Rhea whoops when she sees you. "And you can't say no."

Laughing, you and Rhea take pics in front of all your birthday treats before she switches out with Jey, and you take even more pictures with him. Jey then proceeds to pull a cake out from the refrigerator and hand it to you.

"It's not much since it was all last minute," he says, "but I hope you like it."

It's a round, two-tier cake done up in various shades of purple with a marble effect. There are icing flowers along the bottom and edible pearls around the top tier with Happy Birthday, YN written in cursive on top. You smile down at it before glancing up at Jey. "It's perfect." He kisses you over the cake and then you pose with the cake as Rhea instructs you.

When Dominik and Damian eventually get back with the food, they set everything out on your coffee table while you queue up Criminal Minds on your TV.

Amidst the good food, defending that the Criminal Minds episodes with Hotch were better than those without, and some much-needed laughter, you're grateful for where you're currently at in life.

You had kept to yourself for most of your life, never getting too close to anyone. But then Dominik swooped in with these particular individuals who needed a place to stay.. and suddenly you wanted a life you never thought you'd ever have. You got the wrestling job, the man of your dreams, and friends who had quickly become family.

Then when the boys start clearing away the leftover food and instructing you to stay put, you cuddle up next to Rhea and take the moment to check the notifications on your phone. You have texts from Roman, Jimmy, Solo, Liv, and Nia that all wish you the happiest of days. You thank each of them personally and then check your social notifications. Apparently, Rhea's post blew up. The fans are all for the friendship between the two of you, and there are many questions about when Mami and the She-Wolf of the Bloodline will meet in the ring.

To tease the fans, you and Rhea snap two quick selfies- one of you with your heads tilted towards one another, cheesin' for the camera, and another with you kissing her cheek. You post them, thanking her for the much-needed girl's day. Then afterwards, you check out Roman and Jimmy's post that they had also dedicated to you- each Samoan posting candids they'd taken of you, and pics that others had taken when they caught you with them as the She-Wolf or during training as you looked up to Roman and Jimmy as they walked you through some moves they wanted you to try out. But the thing that really gets you are their captions where they both mention you as the little sister they'd always wanted and are happy to finally have.

As you're thanking them for their heartfelt words, a notification pops up about Jey tagging you in a new post. Without looking at him, you open his post and your emotions are quick to well up. The first picture is of you holding your birthday cake, nose scrunched up as you laugh. The second is one of you and Jey goofing off in your pool, the third is of you and him from Smackdown with your mask on, the fourth is of you goofing off with Solo, the fifth is one of you sleeping on the plane, the sixth is of Roman giving you a piggyback ride, but it's the seventh and eighth ones that make your breath hitch.

For the world to see, Jey posted a pic of you and him cuddling on your couch, followed by another one of you kissing.

@JeyUso_WWE: Speaking as Jey Uso, the man (not the wrestler), I'd like to take a moment to celebrate this wonderful woman. I don't like gettin' too personal on here, but these past several months have been such a whirlwind of work and the good fortune of finally findin' the girl of my dreams that I just needed to share it with the world. enterusename came into my life when I least expected it, but I am so blessed to have her by my side, doin' what we love and surroundin' ourselves with friends and family who just get us. Happy birthday, baby. Though I didn't find out it was your birthday until @DirtyDom_WWE, @DamianPriest_WWE, and @RheaRipley_WWE broke in and woke us up by jumpin' on the bed and poppin' a confetti popper over us, I hope you had a great day. Now will you please stop readin' this and get yo ass in this kitchen so we can cut the cake?

Laughing, you quickly wipe at the tears that had gathered in the corner of your eyes, like Jey's post, and type out a quick reply.

@enterusername: Te amo, bebe.

As you toss your phone aside, you get up, followed by Rhea, and enter the kitchen. You immediately hug Jey, kissing him. "Love you too, baby." You smile against his mouth, heart swelling at the affection you have for this man. "But seriously, can we cut this cake?"

Author's Note: I am so sorry for the abrupt ending! I rambled and I didn't know where to cut it off lmao.

Spanish translations: Güera/Güerita - White girl (slang) Prima - Female cousin Sucia - Dirty girl (can be slang to also mean offense to someone) Cabrón - Bastard/Asshole (you get the idea lol) Pinche puta - Fucking bitch (slang) Hermana - Sister. Te amo, bebe - I love you, baby.

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acknowledge-reigns · 4 months ago

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Hii everyone! I will be posting Kinktober fics every Monday, Tuesday and Friday during the month of October!! 13 new smut stories will be released coinciding with the airing of RAW, NXT and SmackDown basically. Featured wrestlers will include Roman Reigns, Jey Uso, Rhea Ripley (Jhea specifically), Jimmy Uso, Naomi, Solo Sikoa, Zilla Fatu and Jacob Fatu. Happy Kinktober, Y'all.

🎃🍬🦇🍭🎃🍬🦇🍭🎃🍬🦇🍭🎃🍬🦇🍭🎃🍬🦇🍭

MDNI!! 18+!!!

Masterlist/Schedule below the cut!

Day #1 - Thigh Riding, Roman Reigns. (10/1)

�� Work

Day #2 - Orgasm Denial, Jey Uso. (10/4)

🎃 Body Say

Day #3 - Pussy Slapping, Zilla Fatu. (10/7)

🎃 Freakend

Day #4 - Human Furniture, Roman Reigns. (10/8)

🎃 Positions

Day #5 - Lap Dance, Jimmy Uso. (10/11)

🎃 Versace On The Floor

Day #6 - Ass Worship, Naomi. (10/14)

🎃 Slumber Party

Day #7 - Nipple Clamps, Solo Sikoa. (10/15)

🎃 Sweetest Pie

Day #8 - Breeding & Marking, Jacob Fatu. (10/18)

🎃 Animals

Day #9 - Collaring, Roman Reigns. (10/21)

🎃 Hrs & Hrs

Day #10 - Bondage, Jey Uso & Rhea Ripley. (10/22)

🎃 Made For Me

Day #11 - Sex Toys, Roman Reigns. (10/25)

🎃 Everyday

Day #12 - Brat Taming, Roman Reigns. (10/28)

🎃 Dangerous Woman

Day #13 - Costumes & Roleplay, Roman Reigns. (10/29)

🎃 Trick Or Treat

Happy Halloween 🦇

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4milly · 4 months ago

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+ cleo's contact list +

ꨄ welcome, to the contact list! below you’ll find everything you need to move around and contact your fav’s.

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ꨄ everything below, is always wrote with a black female reader in mind. this blog is dedicated to black women oc’s and readers ONLY.

ꨄ make sure to text me back by, slide into my ask. talk ta me about anything.

ꨄ enjoy scrolling through my contact list. i love you, xoxo.

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cloveroctobers · 23 days ago

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access all areas — 10. Zilla Fatu [Winter Prompts]

A/N: i was battling between making this either Jey or Zilla inspired…and I decided to risk it lol s/o tiktok for putting me on again yet I’m still learning him lol 🩵

PROMPT IS FROM HERE + HERE & I’m using: 27. confessing a crush when it's snowing. DIALOGUE PROMPTS —“It's just a wish, I know wishes don't come true." // "Who told you that?"

WARNINGS: This is a shorty fluff! absolutely the language! Suggestive themes & Zilla being Zilla? Whatever that means 😉

<- if you’re bored or open to reading something else cute read my previous floppy flop anthology prompt here.

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“You calm down yet?” Is the first thing you say to the brooding man, sliding the door shut behind you as you step out onto the deck.

He sucks his teeth in response, not taking his glare from the approaching evening view, elbows resting along the banister, “Don’t come over here wit that mane.”

You laugh, squeezing the collar of your fur jacket tighter around your neck while you took a spot beside him, “Or what? You gonna cuss me out too? Everybody knew what they were doing sending me out here to deal with your ass.”

Zilla rolls his dark eyes up to the sky.

He knows there were plenty of options that could have had the task of talking to him: Jacob who knew Zilla pretty well and always tried to coach him into having a level head but after that shit he just pulled with Solo at his log cabin? That man was ready to toss Zilla out on his ass himself! Then there was Jimmy who usually tried to see everyone’s POV and that he did when it came to Zilla and Solo’s everlasting beef, Jey (who was currently tipsy) no longer had patience for Zilla’s mouth and as much as the twenty-five year old loved to be at functions with Jey, when they got into disagreements it always had the potential to go extremely left (their tempers combined was insane work) between the two however they could always squash it at the end of the day, and even Roman who was just getting the chance to really know the youngest member, was witnessing it all and open to figuring out where Zilla’s head was at—since they were all in their twenties once before.

Ultimately you stepped up (with light pushing from the other ladies, mainly Ava and Jey) to make sure Zilla was alright after he and Solo almost threw hands. It was all going so well, everyone was having a good time until the competitive sides egos came out.

“And how’s that? You not getting me to sit around the campfire and singing songs with that mutha—

“Alright, relax.” You interrupt with your hand held up, “How is it that I’m cool with your own blood and you’re not?”

Zilla muttered, “Maybe that’s part of the problem too.”

You tilt your head to the side, “What?”

“Let’s not act like I didn’t see him tryin’ to push up on you.”

You’re frowning now.

You and Solo been friends long before you met Zilla. At first you didn’t think he was even open getting to know you because you had ties with Sikoa but eventually Zilla pulled his head out of his ass, apologized for being an asshole for awhile, and you two were able to turn over a new leaf. There were no doubts that the both of you heavily got on each other’s nerves—Virgo men—but somehow there was always love there.

“It’s not like that.” You sigh, “Never has been and I don’t know why I have to sound like a damn broken record for you to get it.” You snap, leaning on your own elbow, and pressing another hand into your hip.

He blinks, “Does he know that?”

“I’m not doin’ this with you, Isayah.” You exasperate, “I came out here to check on your well-being, not you focusing on non-existent problems. Especially when you’re still out here entertaining other bitches like a dog in heat.”

It’s Zilla’s turn to furrow his brows.

“I dunno where that’s comin’ from but I’ll bite, say what’s on your mind then, ma.”

Shrugging your shoulders, you peek down at your acrylics as if that was more important, “…I’m just saying you’re using whatever you can find—something as ridiculous as Solo being into me, as an excuse to whoop his ass at any given time, is funny when your phones been going off from your little groupies since you got here.”

“Ah,” Zilla leans back and points, “You keepin’ tabs on me? How sweet.”

“Shut up, ain’t nobody thinking about you.”

Zilla smirks, “I mean…it’s coo if you are.”

“Me when I’m trying to deflect.”

“I’m not.” Zilla laughs a little, “I don’t gotta lie to you. There’s been a few that I’ve been talkin’ to but it’s never gone any further…cause I’m waiting on your ass, surprisingly.”

From the corner of your eye you spot flakes starting to glide down from the sky. The deck suddenly feels warm compared to the frigid air that first greeted you and almost made you want to crawl back inside.

“Huh?” Is all you can get out.

Zilla mocks you, “Huh? You heard me.”

“So…” you kick at the air awkwardly now, “I guess this is the part where I confess I’m feelin’ you too.”

He nods, “I thought that shit was obvious way back when I was hittin’ it right on Halloween with my hands around your throat?”

Instantly you smack his arm, making him laugh and lick his lips. “I didn’t need a refresher, thank you!”

“I dunno I thought your ass might of forgot,” Zilla turns to fully face you now, “I certainly didn’t.”

And there he goes giving you that taunting stare, that could make one with the most fear in their heart, quiver in place.

Reaching a ring finger out to the man, he breaks eye contact for a moment and reaches his own hand out to interlock with yours. It’s instant static but it’s brief because he’s tugging you right into his embrace. You melt into his frame, his arms locking around you just right as you gently sway side to side in the cold evening. Of course one hand that isn’t wrapped around your shoulders, slides down to hold your backside that’s buried beneath your fur jacket—knowing he would much rather get a real feel—you laugh to yourself.

“Can’t help yourself, can you?”

“I mean…you just said you’re down to be mine, no?”

“I don’t know if I said all that.” You pull back to glance down at his lips, a smile playing on your own glossed ones.

He closes one eye pretending to think about it, “You kinda did admitting your truth to me, girl. Don’t act brand new.”

“That’s all you!” You go to shove him with a laugh, that he mirrors, “Actin’ all fool over you know who when he’s just a friend and whomever is in your phone, you need to dead that by the way.”

“Yes ma’am.” He agrees, “Can I get some love now?”

“Are my hugs not enough?”

“Yeah sure, you smell divine and look even better but I’m really trying to see what you taste like.”

Oh?!

“I thought you didn’t forget.”

“Of my other girl, nah.” He shifts his eyes down your frame, making you gasp, ready to smack him again, “Sweeter than any cherry pie I’ve ever eaten.”

“You don’t like cherry pie.”

He shrugs as if it’s obvious, “You’re my exclusive.”

Shaking your head, you’re not sure what exactly you were going to do with this man but you turn to get a better view of the snow that started to come down harder now. Like a young child, you go to the banister to gaze up at the pretty fluffs that demanded to be seen.

You feel the weight of Zilla’s arms lock around you now, which makes you lean back against him, enjoying his warmth—despite the fact that he was only outside in a hoodie—which you didn’t want to hear a thing about when he caught a cold—and the touch of his lips against your neck.

“…Whatchu wish for?” He asks after a moment, noticing that your eyes were closed as soon as you spotted a star that flew through the sky.

If you blinked you might have missed it.

You’ve always been into shooting stars and the galaxies and shit. Zilla could be a yapper himself but he remembers a late night session after your first and only time together, that y’all got into a conversation of the unknown.

Granted you may or may not have been under the influence that Halloween night but those thoughts still occurred even without.

Lightly turning your head against his collarbone, you realized you’ve been caught, “It's just a wish, I know wishes don't come true."

Zilla frowns, “Who told you that?”

“It’s silly.” Your attempt to persuade him to drop it would be ignored.

Zilla scoffs, “It was me wasn’t it? You don’t gotta be shy about it…plus I actually like hearing what’s on your mind if we’re being honest.” He taps at your temple gently.

You can’t help but to beam at him, “Aw, aren’t you cute!”

Zilla rolls his eyes at you slightly squealing, “Don’t start.”

“Want a kiss?”

“Hell yeah…New Years about to come early.” He returns the grin, licking his lips as you spin to wrap one arm over his shoulders, the other goes to lightly scratch at the back of his head just how he liked, foreheads touching, noses brushing against each other, as you breathe each other in just before Zilla makes the move to place his lips right on yours.

He still knew how to make your toes curl just with one kiss.

“I love yo ass.” Zilla admits, once he catches his breath, an ounce of fear shining through his own dark eyes for a moment before he easily masked it.

A smile that reaches your own eyes speaks before you do, “I know.”

Zilla throws his head back in annoyance, “Forreal? This what you on?”

You nod playfully, “Can’t give you too much access can I?”

“Access?” Zilla repeats with a glance from underneath his lashes, “We been passed that, don’t you think, baby?”

Humming you move to rest both hands on his chest, “I would say you’re right and the feeling is mutual but that might get to your head.” You tease.

Zilla rubs at his face, laughing to himself, “Oh aight, bet. Imma get it out of you though, just you wait.”

“I don’t doubt it.” You wink, pulling the sides of his hood forward more as a brisk chill full of snow glided by you two, and then you toss your leg up over his hip.

Zilla doesn’t hesitate to grip your clothed flesh, his gaze darkening as you lightly bite your bottom lip, “Yeah, I think you’re asking for trouble as if you don’t know that I’m about it any time and anywhere. That hot tub cover is calling our names.”

You peek around his frame, leaning a bit to see the covered tub up ahead and that was enough of a hint into Zilla’s mind.

“Ayo! Y’all better be clothed out here!” Jey calls out, peering through his fingers and lets out a sigh of relief, “Zil, your time out is over! Bring your asses back in here, we about to fire up: den of thieves.”

Zilla groans as he says back over his shoulder to his older cousin, “Man, why your drunk ass gotta be so loud for?! Can’t you see we’re busy?”

“Well get un-busy! I’m sure you will find some other time to get nasty at some point while we’re all here…and you’re welcome by the way!” Jey sends the two a grin before leaving the door open, letting you two know that this wasn’t up for debate.

Watching action movies was part of the family gathering, along with a lot of shit talking and over talking that definitely pissed a few off that we’re trying to get into the storyline. You and Solo were part of the few that hated excessive talking so you just hoped the snacks were good.

Placing a lingering kiss on an irritated Zilla, you savored his lips, which turned a scowl into a smile, then you intertwined your fingers, dragging him back into the cabin full of chaos.

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usoinked · 25 days ago

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Can I make a request for some Tama F/reader smut?

Yes I can♥️👏🏽

Sweet like Birthday Cake🍰(Tama Tonga X Black Reader)

CW: Fluff, Smut, 18+ MDNI, thoughtful surprises, praise, sexual content, mature language, unprotected p in v, soft dom, first time, happy ending this time ღ

Word Count: 3.0k+

Your birthday was currently approaching, being just a week away and you still had no idea what you wanted to do for it. You’ve had birthday parties before but the last time you had one was for your sweet 16. You were turning 21 now and you didn’t have the time nor the money to plan out a huge party for yourself. It didn’t help that you also didn’t really have anyone to invite, you had more associates than friends. The only person you really considered a friend, was Tama Tonga. You and Tama had been friends for a while but with Tama’s hectic wrestling schedule it wasn’t easy to contact him or find quality time together. Platonically that is. Truthfully, you were fine with doing nothing for your birthday other than just kicking back and eating some ice cream. You didn’t want to make make a big deal out of it because you really were a homebody more than anything and weren’t used to partying. Something low-key, a quiet evening at home would’ve done you well. However, your friend Tama wasn’t going for any of that and had different plans unbeknownst to you. He had been secretly arranging a surprise birthday celebration, enlisting the help of the new bloodline and even asked Cody Rhodes for some decorating advice.

After finishing up at work, you wrapped up the last task of the night—cleaning out the coffee machines and washing the cups and spoons from the day’s shift. Once everything was tidied up, you said your goodbyes to your coworker, Kayla, and made your way out to the parking lot. A quick press of the button on your car key and your car unlocked, ready to take you home.

You had always been a huge fan of pink, and Hello Kitty had practically taken over your life. It was no secret—your car was a testament to that. From the seat covers to the air fresheners to the coasters, it was a Hello Kitty wonderland. You didn’t mind the playful overload of cute, and honestly, you enjoyed the little touches of happiness it brought to your everyday routine. You even remembered the time Tama had bought you a Hello Kitty plushie as a thank-you for always supporting his wrestling career. The gesture had melted your heart; he didn’t make a big deal of it, but you knew he’d paid attention to what made you happy, and that made it all the more meaningful.

You slid into your car, settled into the familiar pink surroundings, and started the engine. The drive home was peaceful, the soft hum of the car engine and the radio playing quietly in the background brought you a nice sense of comfort. As you cruised down the road, the city lights slowly faded, giving way to the calm suburban streets leading to your house.

Pulling into your driveway, you sighed contently, grateful for the quiet after a long day. The house was just as cozy as you remembered, waiting for you to relax and unwind. You grabbed your bag from the passenger seat, took one last glance at the plushie on the dashboard—Tama’s thoughtful gift—and made your way to the front door. It was a small, comforting routine, one that always made you feel at home.

You unlocked the door and stepped inside, only to be startled as the lights suddenly flickered on, nearly making you jump out of your shoes. “AHH!” you yelped, instinctively stepping back before your eyes took in the sight in front of you. The room was filled with roses, pink balloons shaped with the numbers 2 and 1, and a gorgeous birthday cake sitting on the counter, topped with cream cheese frosting and fresh strawberries. There was also a massive bouquet of pink roses and, of course, a huge brown Hello Kitty plushie with a hibiscus flower tucked behind its ear.

“Surprise, Y/N. Happy Birthday!” Tama’s voice broke through your shock, and you finally spotted him, grinning and chuckling at your startled reaction.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. “How the hell did you get in here, Tama? Aren’t you supposed to be on the road for your match tomorrow?”

Tama shrugged casually, still holding that playful grin. “Relax, Y/N. I got a pass from Solo to spend the night here and catch a flight in the morning. It’s only a four-hour trip. And with it being your birthday, I wasn’t about to miss the chance to see you… let alone surprise you.” He then pulled out a small key from his pocket and dangled it in front of you. “Remember that emergency key you gave me?”

You raised an eyebrow as you looked at the key jingling in his hand. “You definitely surprised me,” you said with a small laugh, your eyes scanning the decorations again. “You did a good job, Tama. Thank you.”

Tama grinned wider, pleased with your reaction. “Lo mālō. I made some…ribeyes with mashed potatoes and asparagus for us. And I got a bottle of champagne for you on the table over there.” He said before motioning his finger over to the kitchen table.

You looked over at the table, seeing two plates sitting across from each other, each piled high with the meal Tama had made. The ribeye, mashed potatoes and asparagus looked absolutely delicious, and your heart skipped a beat. Tama had really gone all out for you on your birthday. The effort he’d put into this made you feel incredibly special, and you couldn’t help but feel grateful. It wasn’t every day that you found someone who would do something so thoughtful, and Tama’s attention to detail wasn’t lost on you.

As you dug into the meal, the flavors were just as incredible as you’d imagined. The ribeye was cooked perfectly, tender and juicy, and the sides complemented it so well. You both ate in a comfortable silence, the only sounds being the clinking of utensils and soft murmurs of approval. Every now and then, Tama would glance at you with a playful smirk, as if silently asking how he was doing as your personal chef for the night. You’d smile back, showing him just how much you appreciated it.

Once you’d finished your meal, Tama excused himself to grab the cake, placing it gently in front of you. The birthday cake was just as beautiful as everything else tonight—vanilla butter cream frosting, fresh strawberries on top, and perfectly sweet. He gently cut two slices of it before placing them on two separate plastic plates. You picked up a fork, ready to indulge in the sweet treat, when just before you could take a bite, you stopped. Tama was holding up his own fork, a piece of cake on it, his expression playfully urging you to eat it from his fork.

You chuckled, shaking your head as you met his eyes. “You really want me to eat it off your fork?”

He nodded, his grin widening. “I made it for you, didn’t I? Can’t let you miss a bite.”

With a soft laugh, you leaned forward and accepted the fork, taking a small bite. The buttercream icing lingered on the fork like a mere stain, but the sweetness of the cake made your taste buds sing. As you chewed, savoring the flavor, you noticed Tama staring at you, his gaze intense. It wasn’t just the cake he was focused on now.

While you were enjoying the cake, Tama had shifted his attention, his mind drifting elsewhere. He was still eating, but his thoughts weren’t on the cake or even the meal anymore. His focus was entirely on you. The way you smiled after every bite, the way you seemed to radiate warmth and joy tonight, made him feel something deeper than just a momentary appreciation. Something more… personal. He couldn’t help but admire you in that quiet, intimate space between bites, knowing this was one of those rare moments he’d treasure forever.

Unable to shake off the feeling of Tama staring you, you looked at him a bit confused but tried to laugh it off playfully. “What? Are you okay?” He didn’t respond immediately, just took your hand gently intertwining it with his making your face start to heat up. You weren’t going to deny that Tama was an attractive man, but you were also nervous because you had yet to have this kind of interaction with him let alone another man before. “Happy Birthday Y/N, I wanted to do something meaningful for you. With your permission, I wanted to see if I could give you another present.”

You took a moment to respond but didn’t leave his question unanswered. “What other present you tryna give me?” There was a pause in the air before he just looked at you. “I can show you better than I can tell you” he said before gently taking your chin with his free hand and pressing your lips together. Your eyes expanded for a second before they slowly closed as you melted into the kiss, his tongue slid over your bottom lip asking gently for permission which you granted. The taste of icing, strawberry, and saliva combined as your tongues slid across one another. After a brief make out session, Tama slowly pulled away before commenting. “You taste sweet, just like your birthday cake.”

“You got it for me” you said before making a soft gasp feeling his hands snake their way up your shirt before stopping. “Can I take this off?” He asked, his voice being gentle and soothing. You hummed in response, nodding your head and raising your arms as your work shirt slipped off of you. With very little conversation, eventually all of your clothes were off right along side Tama being in nothing but his briefs by this point. His arms snaked their way around you as his lips collided with yours again, his tongue finding its way back to the place it was just moments ago before eventually pulling away and attacking your neck with soft kisses. His tongue slid over the area earning a soft moan from you as you gripped his shoulders, his body was rigid and you could feel how hard his shoulders were beneath your palm. He gently pulled you on top of him where you were both straddled, your body on his. The only thing keeping both your pussy and his dick separated was the fabric of his briefs, which neither of you minded…for now. His tongue slid over the area as if a mop was dragging across the floor, his hands finding their way to your breasts slowly beginning to knead them as he worked on giving your neck a birthday mark.

The feeling in between your legs grew even worse as Tama moved away from your neck and onto your nipples. His tongue worked like magic around the buds as your back arched gripping onto his shoulders even more. Your body squirmed, brushing up against the tent in his briefs earning a low moan from him. “Easy baby” he cooed against your chest before swirling his tongue around the bud once again.

The feeling sent jolts of electricity through your body, especially because your nipples were overly sensitive and you’d never gotten this far before with any of your previous partners. The most you’d ever did was kiss and that was it. You were always too afraid to take it further or give yourself away fearing they would leave afterwards. But with Tama, things were different. He was always so understanding and caring about you, never gave you any reason to doubt him. You trusted him. Trusted him enough to give him your body and take your virginity.

“I’ve…never went this far before.” Your voice had a hint of shakiness and a bit of insincerity in it but Tama knew how to calm you down and he did. “Then let me show you. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to okay. And if you feel like you can’t go anymore or if it’s getting too much and you want me to stop, I will.” He said, his voice filled with care and reassurance before lifting you up and sliding off his briefs.

His hands wrapped their way around his cock, rubbing it against your slick before holding it there a moment. Turns out he didn’t even need any lube because of how wet you were getting on your own, so he took that as a hefty invitation. “Hold onto me and tell me if you need to slow down or stop at any point okay?” He said, his warm hands wrapping themselves around your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck in return nodding okay. “A-Alright”. “Just relax” he said before slowly lowering your body and just as you tried to relax feeling the tip push in, there was the sting and the pain of your walls closing in around him. Your grip around Tama tightened as you winced causing him to immediately stop to make sure you were okay. “Are you okay?” You couldn’t speak for a second because you were too busy trying to breathe, you had already felt so full but what you didn’t realize is that he wasn’t even half way in yet….that was until he told you. “It’s not half way in yet, but tell me when to move and I’ll move, okay?” You got to the point where you didn’t want to wait because you didn’t know how long the pain would last so you started to lower yourself even further evoking a strained moan from the man below you. You let out a wince before suddenly letting out a loud moan due to feeling how your insides were constricting around Tama and from how painful it was. A mixture of pain and pleasure was all you felt until you gave a swift command. “M-Move” you said as Tama replied with placing gentle kisses on your collarbone and began to bounce you slowly. Each bounce had so much passion and care behind it, it wasn’t just casual sex, he was actually making love to you.

The pain slowly began to subside and it was just replaced by pleasure. So much pleasure that Tama didn’t even have to bounce you anymore because your body had a mind of his own. Your hips began to grind against Tama’s, his cock massaging every area of your walls with his tip reaching further and further upward. You wanted to feel more of this feeling, more of him. The more your hips moved around, the wetter you became and the louder your moans got. “There you go, you’re doing so well for me babygirl” he cooed out as you moaned in response. The praise he gave you was like a reward, every time you rocked your hips or held onto him, he gave you a gesture of comfort or some word of praise. With how gentle he was being and how much you were getting addicted to chasing your own high, that knot in your stomach only seemed to form all the more faster.

“T-Tama s-shit! Somethings h-happening!” You screamed out as one of your hands found their way onto his toned chest as the other one gripped around the back of his neck. “I know, I feel it too baby, just hold onto me, I got you.” He muttered in response, one of his hands resting on your waist while another one wrapped around your neck and brought your forehead to his as both your ragged breaths and gasps for air were the only thing filling the space between you two. As your grinding got more and more erotic, you couldn’t help yourself as your body jolted from the slow unraveling of the knot inside your stomach. “F-Fuck!” You screamed out unable to hold back much of your curses anymore. “There you go, you took me so well” he said talking you through it as your body shook against his. While you were chasing your own orgasm, Tama was also chasing his own being completely encapsulated with the site of you in front of him. His hand gripped onto your hips bouncing you while you were currently going through your orgasm, but this was overstimulation he was secretly into. He couldn’t help himself, taking your lips into his own as the sound of skin hitting together and moans filled the room. His other hand slowly slid down to your clit, his finger gliding over it back and forth causing your body to jolt even more. The hand that was on his chest immediately went to his wrist not being use to this much pleasure since it was your first time. But you didn’t want it to stop, this would definitely be memorable and he made sure of it. With each flick of his fingers, your hips constantly bucked which caused his cock to twitch indicating he was getting closer and closer.

“Fuck! Oh m-my god!” You moaned out throwing your head back as your hips shook before you felt something warm suddenly pool inside of you. Tama’s head rested against your chest as the hand that was on your hips immediately wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to him, letting out a loud moan while doing so. As both of you started to slowly come down from your highs, it was Tama who broke the silence first. “You were amazing, Y/N. I hope you liked your birthday gift.”

“I didn’t just like it, I loved it” you commented through pants before getting a sudden curious feeling. “Was this…just a birthday gift?”

Tama looked a bit taken back by the question but he knew you’d have to find out sooner rather than later. “Well…no…truthfully I’ve had feelings for you for a while now Y/N, I just never said anything because I’m always busy…and I didn’t want to hurt you. You mean a lot to me y’know?”

Upon hearing this you smiled before taking his cheeks in between both your hands. “I can tell, you’ve showed me how much I mean to you and how much you care. And with your work schedule, I understand…I’m…willing to take it slow if you are?”

“…Yeah I’d like that a lot.”

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Note: So uhhhh I hope you like this 😅, this is my first tama fic so pls be nice😭

Note #2: Lo mālō means “you’re welcome” in Tongan (based on the research I’ve done, if I am incorrect pls let me know and I’ll more than happily change it! ♥️)

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bloodlinemadness · 3 months ago

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Abandoned 🩸

Gif from BLasmanis on Tenor

A/N: Something I had written for Wattpad, but I thought I'd post it on here first. This is actually my first fic on here & it is horror & Halloween based. This will be multiple parts. Kinda wish there was something written about Tama on that day, but I'm gonna do him justice! If you're a gamer & a fan of Resident Evil, you might like what's in the end 👀

Pairing: Tama Tonga x Fem! Reader

Characters: Tama Tonga, Solo Sikoa, Tonga Loa & Jacob Fatu.

📸: Gifs & pics aren't mine credit to WWE , BLasmanis on Tenor & Resident Evil.

Word Count: Almost 3k (apologies if it's kinda cringy).

Warnings 🔞⚠️: 18+, Swearing, mentions of sm*t, dirty talk, suggestive, car problems, almost car crash (everyone is ok), paranormal shit, being stranded. Minors DNI! Not properly proofread!

Written for fictional purposes only & does not depict who they are in real life.

Hope y'all like it!

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It was Halloween night, you & The Bloodline were returning from a house show & heading back to the hotel. Unfortunately, there weren't any hotels nearby so you had to take the long way back. You were in the SUV with Jacob driving, Solo in shotgun, Loa in the middle & you & Tama in the backseat. Just like Paul Heyman was the Special Counsel, you were the same to the new Bloodline & you also happen to be dating Tama 2 weeks after Heyman was kicked out. They replaced him with you & you've been inseparable from them since.

"God, I'm freezing" you said. "Jacob could you turn the heat up a bit, please?" "I gotchu" he said turning the car heat up a few notches. "Thank you" you said, he nodded. "Babe, what do you need a heater for when I'm right here? Cuddle up to me" your boyfriend said. "Okay, Gremlin who needs a fwiend" you smirked earning a groan from him. You cuddled up to his chest as he wrapped his muscular arms around you, you felt the heat radiate from his body making you sigh in content & rest your head on his chest.

You heard someone fake gag from the seat in front of the both of you. "Looks like someone is infamously jealous of us, baby" smirked Tama making you giggle. "Me? Jealous? Never" defended his brother Tonga Loa "I'm cringing at Y/N's sense of dressing, I mean really? A sweater dress? & boots? We're in the single digits of this weather for God's sake. Are you trying to freeze yourself to death?" "Well sorry, I had to grab whatever I could so our Highness Chief doesn't make it late to a show where people don't even wanna acknowledge his ass & I gotta hype it up" making your boyfriend giggle next to you. "I heard thaaat" sang out Solo "I don't caaare" you sang back. You & Solo were like siblings & had your banters & jokes, but when it came to life & work you had each other's back no matter what.

"Tama my right hand man, please punish that woman & make her come to her senses-"God no!" interrupted Loa "please don't encourage them, I already dealt with enough the night before, they were going at it like animals in the room next to me & I couldn't sleep" he rambled, making you & Tama burst out in laughter. "I don't think I needed to hear that information" said Jacob "neither do I" concurred Solo. "I'm just saying, how much longer until we get there? I'm starting to freeze too" said Loa while looking out the window, they were driving up the road through a dark forest, it was pitch black everywhere, no lights. "This area is kinda spooky" he mumbled, but audible enough for you & Tama to hear.

"Aww, little bro, why don't you come back here & cuddle with us? We could really use the heat too. The more people the better" requested Tama. Loa scrunched his face up in response "no thank you, I don't want it to look like Y/N's dating both of us. Plus Shaylee would find me weird for cuddling with my older brother & his girl" he said. "Ah Shaylee, the girl you've been seeing. How are things with her?" asked Solo. "We're good, I had a video call with her before the show. When I get back, I'm gonna take her to the new Mexican restaurant in downtown that opened earlier this month & then take her to an art gallery nearby" smiled Loa. Tama fake yawned "art gallery, boring" he said making you playfully slap his chest "let your brother be happily in love" you said.

"And what are you going to do during your time off?" questioned Loa. "My days off don't include staying stuck at home, fooling around on a podcast & making love to my girl all day" said Loa. "My house is big, maybe you are jealous, we can go anywhere there, and it's not my fault my girl is so beautiful. Ain't that right ma chérie?" Tama asked you. "Stop calling me that, you know how I feel when you speak French" you blushed. "I need to do it more often then if that gets you excited" he smirked tickling you, making you giggle. Loa whined "Are we there yet?" "Not even halfway" said Jacob. "Shit, we better not be lost" he said.

He turned to you both "so what are your plans when you get home, lovebirds?" he asked. Tama scratched his beard, "well, it's gonna be a long day we're gonna get out of bed, depending on how long we can't get enough of each other-"get to the point!" interrupted Loa, causing you to jump & Tama to roll his eyes. "we're going to watch a movie at the theater" he said making you perk up "Smile 2???" you beamed. "The one & only, I know how much you love horror" smiled Tama. You squealed "I love you!" you said hugging him tightly he hugged you back tight "love you more" he said.

"But yeah, after that we're gonna go on a long drive somewhere, dine there, walk around, come home, freshen up & then have our alone time" he whispered burying his face into your neck, "your beard is tickling me" you giggled. "I know other places where my beard can tickle you" he whispered, you gasped quickly covering his mouth hoping Solo & Jacob didn't hear that, obviously his younger brother did which he cringed at. Tama started making his work famous signature noises while nipping your neck, "stop!" you squealed attempting to move away, and he had a tight grip on you holding you in place, preventing you from leaving. "I can't take it anymore!" Loa whined loudly. "Jacob, please stop on the side of the road. Solo! Switch seats with me! Please!" he pleaded.

"Just try to distract yourself from them. Talk to Shaylee" suggested Solo. "I don't know if she's still awake, but I'll text her" said Loa whipping his phone out & checking it. "Huh, it's funny how you say that Solo while we're in the middle of a forest, cause there's no signal!" he snapped. "What?!" he said taking out his phone "I don't have signal either, the hell?" " What the f-ck?! My GPS just shut off!" stressed Jacob. You & Tama both whipped out your phones as well, checking it. You showed him your phone screen indicating that you don't have signal either, he checked his, same thing. "Yeah, no luck on our side either" he said.

"There's no end to this road either" said Jacob, "it feels like I've been driving through this forest forever. I don't know how we're going to reach the next town & get signal" he said shaking his head. "Okay, let's not panic. Just do your best. Let me know when you want to rest & I'll take over the wheel" assured Solo, patting his back calming him down. He said his famous "I love you Solo" "I love you too Uce" he responded. Jacob took a deep breath & drove. There was silence, only the sounds of the car engine running, the faint music on the radio & everyone's breathing were heard.

The song on the radio finished & an intro to a familiar song started playing, Dancing In The Flames by The Weeknd (if you don't like it you can think of another song). Tama smiled looking at you & breaking the silence, "hear that? That's our song" you smiled back & nodded "love this song so much. Our romantic love song" you said running your fingers through his hair & kissing his lips. "You mean, your grinding on each other in the club song?" corrected Loa. Tama pulled away & scoffed in response to what Loa said. "Stealing all your shaving supplies & treats when we get home." said Tama "you can meet Shaylee looking like a bitter ass Chewbacca"

"Y'all nasties grinded on each other to that beautiful song?" cringed Solo. "It was one time! We were drunk!" you confessed. The radio shut off all of a sudden. "Hey!" you yelled. "Solo, what the f-ck?! A good song comes on & you shut it off? Turn it back on!" commanded Tama. "I didn't do that!" Solo said raising his arms up in defense. " I didn't even touch it!" he said attempting to turn it back on, but it didn't work. "It's not working " he said in disbelief. "Great, now we're doomed. No phone signal, no music, we're driving through a long dark ass forest & I got the couple of cringe sitting behind me" ranted Loa, making Tama flick the back of his head.

After a minute, the headlights of the SUV started to flicker on & off getting Jacob's attention; he shifted his head forward to check it out. "What's going on with the headlights?" asked Solo "That's what I'm trying to figure out" answered Jacob. "Is everything full? Gas? Oil? Headlights are new right? Battery?" asked Loa. "It's a new SUV we rented. Everything is nearly full. Filled gas before we hit this road. I don't know what's the problem" said Jacob. The vehicle all of a sudden braked, rear wheels being lifted off the road, shifting it & all of you forward, hitting the seats in front of you & Jacob & Solo hitting the dashboard. The wheels on the end of the vehicle went back on the ground & everything shut off. "F-CK!" screamed Jacob holding his chest. "UGH!" groaned Loa getting up from under the seats. "WHAT THE F-CK IS HAPPENING?" yelled Solo. "OW!" you yelled in pain.

"Is everyone okay?" asked Solo. "We're alive" responded Tama. "You okay baby?" he asked turning his attention to you. "I hit my neck on the headrest" you said rubbing your neck, he carefully rubbed your neck. "HELLO?! Can I get a neck rub too?" asked Loa. Tama waved him over & rubbed his neck, after taking care of you. "Took a hard fall there didn't you?" he asked his little brother, Loa nodded in response. "Alright let's get out" said Solo "it's freezing out there!" you protested. "You can stay, but we need to find out what the problem is with this vehicle" said Jacob. Opening his door & stepping out.

"Tama, we need you" said Solo. "what?" you whined. "You know I was in the Air Force, baby. I was kind of an expert in all this mechanical engineering & reparation. They need me, I'll be back shortly" he said kissing your forehead. "Okay babe" you nodded in understanding, making room for him to head out. He went outside to lift the hood of the SUV & check what the problem is. Solo turned the flashlight of his phone on so he can get a better view. Only you & Loa were left sitting inside.

"Some trip huh?" he asked. "I knew we should've went to the airport after & went home from there. I hate this stupid company for controlling our schedules" you sighed. "Realized it's Halloween, we could've been either out getting all the free candy, going to some party or a haunted house" said Loa. "I didn't realize that" you said "I know Tama wanted to take your nieces & nephews out trick or treating too. Feel bad for them" you sympathized. "Our sis & parents are there, they're in good hands for Halloween til we get back. They're probably trick or treating with their cousins" assured Loa. You nodded "thank you" you said. "Don't mention it."

The boys came back inside, Tama sat beside Loa. "Tried to get a signal outside so we can call someone, but nothing" sighed Solo. "Did you find out what the problem was?" asked Loa. "Nothing, I checked everything & it seems to be in order" answered Tama rubbing his head in confusion. Since the car shut down, it was starting to get cold inside & you all didn't have signal on your phones either to call anybody. There were 5 of you & if you had to spend the night in the SUV there wouldn't be much room to sleep in. "Maybe we should see if any other cars are coming down this road & if they are, ask for help?" suggested Loa. "That sounds like a good idea, let's check" said Solo.

°。°。°。°。°。After 30 minutes °。°。°。°。°。

"ARE YOU F-CKING KIDDING ME??? NOT A SINGLE VEHICLE PASSED BY?!" yelled Jacob. "Maybe everyone's asleep?" guessed Loa. "Still got no signal" said Solo after checking his phone. Snoring was heard, all 3 men turned their heads towards the backseat where you were sitting. You awkwardly smiled at them. They saw Tama laying on your lap, sleeping. "How the f-ck can he sleep through a crisis like this?" asked Solo in disbelief. "Man's snoring like a f-cking hyena as if there's nothing to worry about" said Jacob agitated. "I've grown up with that & I can tell you it has happened many times" said Loa looking over at his older brother, jealousy forming within him watching him sleep peacefully.

"Hey, y'all see that?" asked Solo, looking into the forest. "What do you see?" asked Jacob. Solo squinted his eyes "I see a lit up pathway, it looks like it leads to somewhere" he said. "And why should we believe that?" asked Loa. Solo narrowed his eyes at Loa, "those lights didn't grow on grass, they were obviously man made which leads to somewhere. People have probably walked down that path & if we follow it, it could get us somewhere & maybe we could get some help" said Solo. "So we're all going to get out of car & walk out in the cold?" asked Loa. "We don't know if don't try & it could be better than us freezing our asses here all night" said Solo. "I mean, he's right if anything else goes wrong we could always come back here" said Jacob.

"Alright, let's try it out" said Loa. "Hey, Y/N, wake sleeping beauty up & let him know we're leaving" said Solo. You nodded & shook the man on your lap attempting to wake him up "babe?" you said, he groaned but it didn't faze him, you spoke louder shaking him "Tama?" still nothing. "Y/N, I got this" said Loa stopping you. He went close to Tama "YEYEYEYEYE!!" startling Tama awake & him falling onto the bottom."What the f-ck man???" said Tama. "See? You just gotta try that or just say our dad's here, that'll set him straight" said Loa smiling. "Thank you" you smiled.

"We're still here?!" Tama asked in shock. "What, you dreamt the car magically grew wings & flew us out of here?! Bundle up, we're taking a walk" said Loa. Tama sighed & put his coat on. All of you stepped out of the vehicle. Jacob locked the car, left a red light in the front from his key chain just in case you all got lost & can detect the car on the way back. "What happens if someone tries to steal the car?" you asked. "If we're lucky to even get signal, I'll get notified & if anyone goes near it, hopefully the car will start working & the alarm will blast on which we'll hopefully hear if we're not too far." assured Jacob. You nodded in understanding.

"Okay, stay close everyone" said Solo "we don't want anyone getting lost," everyone nodded. You all walked towards the pathway of lights, Tama held your hand throughout the entire time as you all walked up the lit up pathway. The five of you continued to follow that pathway, there were some strange noises heard on the way which made you hold onto Tama as you walked deeper into the forest & over a small bridge.

After 20 minutes of walking. Solo stopped, making you all stop behind him. You all looked up & were amazed at the view in front of you. It was a large home on a hill, lit up with a waterfall behind it. "Wow" said Solo in amazement, Jacob & Loa looked at each other, same with you & Tama. The place had a gate in front of it. "Are we really going to go in?" asked Jacob. "Well, we have no choice, can't turn back now" said Solo. "I don't know…a house in the middle of the forest, and that being gated too. Do you think these people would be happy to see us on their property?" doubted Loa. "It's a house surrounded by a forest, obviously animals are roaming around that's probably why they kept it gated so they don't get in" answered Solo.

Due to the cold & your outfit, you started shivering & your teeth stated chattering getting everyone's attention. You held onto yourself. "Baby, you okay?" asked Tama. "Yeah, just freezing" you said. "Wear some pants or at least warm leggings next time" said Loa, earning a death glare from his brother. "Here, I gotchu" said Tama zipping open his coat & letting you into it so it could cover you both. You cuddled up to him "better?" he said covering you "much" you sighed in content. He zipped his coat up. "Well, I don't want Y/N & the rest of us to freeze to death here, it's cold as balls we should try knocking & see if they're nice enough to let us in" said Tama. "Alright, let's go" said Solo.

"I still don't think it's a good-hey! Don't leave me!" yelled Loa as everyone walked away from him. He sprinted after them. "Watch your step, we don't want anyone to fall into the water there. The current on that waterfall is pretty strong" said Solo, everyone walked carefully to the front of the gate. Solo inspected it, and tried to open it. "Uce, could you help me open this please?" he requested to Jacob. Jacob nodded, & they both grabbed the heavy iron made gates & pulled it hard, and just like that it opened.

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Across the Ropes… a Zilla Fatu x Oc Fanfic.

Chapter 6: Realizations…

May 25th, 4:00 AM

Zilla quietly shut the bathroom door behind him, the muffled sounds of laughter and music from the late-night party fading into the background. His heart raced, not from guilt but from the anticipation of what he was about to do. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bag—his so-called escape.

Placing it on the edge of the bathroom counter, Zilla poured a small amount onto the surface, his hands steady despite the hours of drinking and indulging. With practiced precision, he formed a line and bent down, inhaling sharply through his nose. The substance burned slightly, but the discomfort was quickly replaced by an electrifying rush that coursed through his veins. He exhaled slowly, tilting his head back, feeling that familiar wave of euphoria flood his senses.

Every two hours since they had returned from the yacht to Jey and Rhea’s house, he had been sneaking away, indulging in the high. It felt like a release, a temporary reprieve from the chaos inside his mind.

This wasn’t something he did—this was new territory for him. But tonight, after the whirlwind of emotions over the past few days—Jacob’s growing distance, the weight of fatherhood, the constant need to prove himself—he needed this. He needed to feel alive again.

7:30 AM

The party had dwindled down to just Damian and Jon. They were the only ones still awake, sipping on what was left of the alcohol and exchanging stories in low voices. Zilla stood up from his spot on the couch, swaying slightly as he tried to make his way to the guest bedroom. The combination of the alcohol and the drugs in his system made it nearly impossible to walk in a straight line.

Jon and Damian exchanged a quick glance, both realizing Zilla was in no condition to make it on his own. They stood up and caught him just as he bumped into the corner of a table.

“Yo, man, you good?” Damian asked, slipping an arm under Zilla’s to steady him.

Zilla let out a slurred laugh. “Yeah, yeah… just… tired, you know? Long night.”

“Uh-huh,” Jon said, shaking his head as he took Zilla’s other side. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed before you wreck the place.”

They half-carried, half-guided him to the guest bedroom. Zilla mumbled a few incoherent words of thanks as they helped him onto the bed. He kicked off his jeans with some effort and flopped back onto the mattress, pulling the comforter over himself.

“Thanks, man,” Zilla muttered, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

“No problem,” Jon said, patting his shoulder. “Get some rest.”

As they left the room, Zilla turned onto his side, his head swimming from everything in his system. His arm reached out instinctively, pulling Dahlia closer to him. She stirred slightly but didn’t wake, her body molding against his.

For a brief moment, Zilla closed his eyes and let the warmth of her presence ground him. Despite everything—his mistakes, his choices, the weight of his secrets—this was his safe place.

But as the high began to wear off, a flicker of unease crept into the corners of his mind. He pushed it aside, burying it deep down, and let the exhaustion finally take over.

—

3:25 PM

Zilla groaned as he opened his eyes, his head pounding like a drum. The room was dimly lit, but even the soft light made him squint in discomfort. He turned his head to the side, expecting to see Dahlia beside him, but the bed was empty.

Slowly sitting up, Zilla scanned the room. Across the way, the bathroom door was slightly ajar, revealing a scatter of makeup, hair tools, and brushes on the counter. The faint, familiar scent of Bath and Body Works’ A Thousand Wishes lingered in the air, a reminder of Dahlia’s presence.

He sighed, running a hand down his face as the events of the night before replayed in his mind like a blurry montage. The partying, the drinks, the… other substance. Regret gnawed at the edges of his thoughts, but he shoved it aside. He couldn’t afford to dwell on it—not now.

Dragging himself out of bed, Zilla stood on shaky legs, his body protesting every movement. He peeled off his wrinkled T-shirt and boxers, leaving them in a pile on the floor, and made his way to the shower. He turned the knob, letting the water pour down without checking the temperature.

The first spray hit his skin, icy cold, but he didn’t flinch. It wasn’t until the water gradually warmed up that he leaned his head against the cool tiles, letting it cascade over him. He closed his eyes, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts.

What was Dahlia thinking right now? Had she been up long? Did she leave the room because she needed space, or was she just going about her day?

The water did little to soothe his racing mind, but at least it washed away the remnants of the previous night. Zilla stood there for a while, letting the droplets hit his skin, feeling the weight of his choices sink in.

Finally, he straightened up, running a hand through his wet hair. He turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing a towel from the rack. Wrapping it around his waist, he looked at his reflection in the fogged-up mirror.

The man staring back at him looked tired—more tired than he’d ever seen himself. But beneath the exhaustion was something else: determination.

Zilla clenched his jaw. He couldn’t keep spiraling like this. For Dahlia, for the baby, for himself—something had to give. He had to face it all, no matter how difficult it would be.

Drying himself off, Zilla headed back into the bedroom to find some clean clothes. As Zilla pulled a plain black T-shirt over his head, his thoughts drifted to the night before again. The adrenaline rush, the sharp clarity, the fleeting euphoria—it was intoxicating in a way he hadn’t expected. But now, in the stillness of the afternoon, the crash was brutal. His body felt like it had been wrung dry, and his mind was a foggy mix of guilt and rationalization.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, and ran a hand over his face. “Cocaine,” he thought bitterly, “just one time to deal with the stress. Just to feel something… to quiet the noise.”

It wasn’t hard to see how it could become a crutch. The high was undeniable—like everything in his world finally aligned, even if only for a few hours. But the aftermath? The hollow ache in his chest, the pounding headache, and the nagging feeling that he was teetering on the edge of something dangerous.

Zilla’s hands fidgeted, picking at the edge of the comforter as he tried to reason with himself. “I won’t let it become a problem,” he told himself, his voice firm in his head. “I’m not gonna end up like those dudes on the streets. I’m better than that.”

But even as he thought it, doubt crept in. Was he really? He could already feel the pull—just the thought of another hit to smooth out the jagged edges of his mind was tempting.

Still, he shook his head and forced himself to his feet. “Only when things get bad,” he muttered under his breath, as though saying it aloud would make it true. “Only when I really need it. I can handle it.”

Yet, deep down, a small voice whispered that he was playing with fire. The same fire that burned others to ash before they even realized they were in too deep.

He tried to shake off the thought as he reached for his phone on the nightstand. He had bigger things to focus on—Dahlia, the baby, his family. But as he scrolled aimlessly through his notifications, his mind kept wandering back.

Stress events. That’s all it would be for. Just to cope when the world felt too heavy. Just to help him keep it together when everything threatened to fall apart.

Zilla placed his phone back down with a sigh. He could feel the rationalizations piling up in his mind, but for now, he told himself, he was in control. He had to be. For Dahlia. For the baby. For himself.

Zilla’s eyes softened as he heard the door push open and watched Dahlia walk in, her smile lighting up the room. She stepped closer, her presence filling the space, and kissed him gently. As she pulled away, Zilla raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Where were you?”

Dahlia grinned, her eyes sparkling. “Rhea took me to go get my toes done.” She kicked off her sandal, revealing the fresh pedicure. She lifted her foot slightly, showing off the little initials etched into her nails.

Zilla let out a laugh, his smile widening. “Are those my initials?” he asked, amused.

Dahlia shrugged playfully. “So what if they are?”

Zilla leaned forward, pulling her closer, and kissed her again, this time with more urgency. As they pulled apart, he shifted beneath her, pulling her gently on top of him. “Are you hungry?” Dahlia asked, her voice light and teasing.

Zilla stretched slightly, feeling the pull of hunger in his stomach. “Actually, I am.”

Dahlia chuckled. “Jey told Rhea he’s been starving, but she said she’s not falling for that shit because she saw him eat five waffles this morning.”

Zilla rolled his eyes, smiling. “Well, let’s go join them downstairs. See what they want to eat.”

Dahlia nodded in agreement, her lips curving into a soft smile as she watched him slip on his shoes. He grabbed his wallet and stood up, reaching for her hand. Together, they made their way downstairs, the hum of the house around them as they headed to the living room to see what the family was up to.

Rhea, Jey, Liv, and Dom were lounging. The room was filled with casual conversation and laughter, but as soon as Zilla walked in, Jey’s voice cut through the chatter.

“Finally, Sleeping Beauty has risen,” Jey teased, a grin plastered across his face.

Zilla laughed, rolling his eyes. “Chill out, Uce’.”

Dominik, sitting next to Liv, leaned forward with an amused expression. “So, what’s there to eat around here?” he asked, looking at the group.

Rhea turned to Jey, her voice light with a playful edge. “Babe, you wanna take them to that Stamford Diner we went to last week?”

Jey’s face lit up at the suggestion. “Oh yeah, I’m down for that.”

Zilla, glancing over at Jey, called out, “Yo, where’s Jeyce at?”

Jey looked back, shrugging casually. “Jeyce went over to Demi’s.”

Zilla raised an eyebrow, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. “Lil Uce’ got himself a girlfriend now?”

Jey’s expression shifted slightly, his grin fading as he shook his head. “Don’t get me started,” he muttered, a slight tone of exasperation in his voice.

Rhea, sitting next to him, leaned in with a chuckle. “He sticks up for her so much, he’s been using my headbutts when he starts fights,” she added, her voice full of amusement.

Zilla looked at Rhea, his eyes widening slightly. “Oh man, that’s a new level of tough love.”

Jey gave an exaggerated sigh. “Tell me about it.”

—

The group pulled into the parking lot of the Stamford Diner, their chatter still lively from the car ride over. Zilla and Dahlia walked in behind Jey and Rhea, while Liv and Dom brought up the rear. The diner had a cozy, retro feel, with red leather booths and a faint hum of ‘80s rock playing in the background.

They were quickly seated at a large corner booth. The server, a middle-aged woman with a warm smile, handed out menus and took their drink orders.

“I’ll take a Coke,” Jey said first, handing over his menu as he glanced around the table.

“Make mine a root beer,” Rhea added, her hand casually resting on Jey’s arm.

Zilla leaned back against the booth. “Pepsi for me,” he said.

Dahlia smiled up at the server. “I’ll have a lemonade, please.”

Liv and Dom went next, with Liv opting for an iced decaf coffee and Dom ordering a Dr. Pepper. Once the server walked off to grab their drinks, the group began looking over their menus.

“The menu is massive,” Liv said, flipping through the laminated pages. “They’ve got everything from pancakes to burgers.”

“Yeah, but you gotta get their wings,” Jey said, tapping his finger on the menu. “Best in town.”

“Not even a debate,” Rhea chimed in. “I got the buffalo ones last time, and they were insane.”

Dom smirked. “Okay, but what about dessert? Because I see a milkshake section that’s calling my name.”

Zilla glanced at Dahlia. “What about you? Decided yet?”

Dahlia shook her head, her eyes still scanning the options. “Not yet. It all looks good, though.”

“You can’t go wrong with the chicken and waffles here,” Jey added, leaning back as he closed his menu. “Trust me.”

“Damn uce’, you cheating on Waffle House?” Zilla joked.

“I have to… we don’t have none here!” Jey exclaimed.

The server returned with their drinks, setting them down before asking, “Are you guys ready to order, or do you need a few more minutes?”

Everyone exchanged quick glances, and Jey spoke up, “Give us just a couple more minutes.”

Dahlia’s phone buzzed on the table, and she glanced down, smiling at the message from Sabrina: White Chocolate wants to know if we want to go tubing for the Fourth, said he will get us a prettier cabin than last year? She giggled softly, amused by the pet name Sabrina used for her sugar daddy.

She quickly typed back: Idk, can I tube the river when I’m pregnant?

Sabrina replied almost immediately: I already checked with Patel, yesssssss lol.

Zilla noticed the playful grin on Dahlia’s face. “Who’s that, babe?” he asked, leaning slightly toward her.

Dahlia locked her phone and set it down. “It’s just Sabrina. She’s asking me if I want to go tubing for the Fourth of July.”

Before Zilla could respond, Rhea’s curious voice broke through. “I’m sorry, but what’s tubing?”

The table went quiet for a moment as everyone exchanged looks before collectively turning to Zilla and Dahlia—the Texas natives.

Jey smirked and chimed in. “Trinity tried getting us to tube one time, but the weather cancelled it. I still don’t know what the big deal is.”

Zilla chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Tubing’s simple. You just float down the river in an inflatable tube, drink beer, and blast music. Some people go all out and rent cabins or houses near the river to make it a weekend party.”

Rhea’s eyes lit up. “That actually sounds amazing! I wanna try that!”

Jey turned to her, raising a skeptical brow. “Babe, you’re gonna be like a month away from your due date by then.”

Rhea shrugged confidently. “So? I can always ask Dr. Brown.”

Jey sighed but smirked, already knowing where this was going. “Fine, but Dahlia, if you don’t mind, can we tag along? It’d be fun to make a group trip out of it.”

Rhea grinned, jumping in. “Yeah, for sure! I can even look into renting a house by the river. You can invite your friend too, Dahlia!”

Dahlia nodded, excited. “Totally. It’s usually just me and Sabrina anyway, so she’d love a bigger group. She’s also a big Liv and Dom fan.”

Liv perked up at the mention of her name. “It’s like she’s about to live her dream partying with us.”

Dahlia laughed, pulling out her phone. “I’ll text her and see if she’s cool with it.”

Dom, always ready for an adventure, grinned. “After we eat, Rhea, you should start looking up houses with pools.”

Rhea rolled her eyes but smiled. “Picky much? You gotta enjoy the nature too, you know.”

Zilla nodded in agreement, a teasing glint in his eye. “See, now you’re talking! It’s not tubing if you don’t feel like you’re out in the wild.”

The table burst into laughter as their drinks arrived, and the group started diving deeper into planning the perfect Fourth of July getaway.

—

Later that afternoon, Jey and Rhea stood by the drop-off zone, waving as Zilla and Dahlia made their way into the airport. Rhea called out, “Don’t forget to text us when you land!” before the sliding doors closed behind them.

Inside, Dahlia held Zilla’s hand tightly as they navigated the airport crowd. Her mind wandered back to the weekend—the laughter, the late night, and the overwhelming warmth of being surrounded by his family.

As they approached the gate, the announcement rang out overhead: “Flight 1725 to Houston is now boarding.” Zilla turned to Dahlia, his hand giving hers a reassuring squeeze. “So, what’d you think of meeting everyone?”

Dahlia glanced up at him, her lips curling into a small smile. “It was… a lot,” she admitted. “But I loved it. Jey and Rhea are so chill. Joe and Galina were sweet—Galina gave me that whole ‘you better treat him right’ talk.” She laughed lightly. “Liv and Dom are just as wild as they seem on TV, and Trinity’s hilarious.”

Zilla smirked. “That’s my family for you. They’re loud, crazy, but they love hard. And what about Joseph and Almia? Did they scare you off?”

Dahlia shook her head with a soft laugh. “Not at all. Almia was so nice—she kept asking if I needed anything. And Damian and Kayden? I wasn’t expecting them to be so down-to-earth. Honestly, I felt… welcome.”

“That’s ‘cause you are, babe,” Zilla said, his tone softening. “You’re part of this now. They’re your people, too.”

They handed their boarding passes to the agent and made their way onto the plane. Finding their seats, Zilla stored their carry-ons and slid into the window seat. Dahlia settled beside him, her expression thoughtful.

“You know,” she said, glancing at him, “I was nervous about meeting everyone, but they made it so easy. Even with Jacob not being there, I didn’t feel out of place. It was like they just… accepted me.”

Zilla leaned back in his seat, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “That’s because you fit, Dahlia. They see what I see.”

Her cheeks warmed, and she reached over to take his hand. “Thank you for bringing me into your world, Isayah. I didn’t realize how much I needed this.”

“You’re stuck with me now,” he teased, giving her hand a squeeze.

As the plane taxied toward the runway, Dahlia rested her head on his shoulder, her heart feeling lighter than it had. She wasn’t just building a relationship with Zilla—she was finding a family, a home, and a sense of belonging she never knew she needed.

Zilla and Dahlia stepped off the plane and into the warm Houston air. After collecting their luggage, they made their way to the parking lot where Zilla’s black Camaro was waiting. The sleek car gleamed under the afternoon sun, and Zilla unlocked it with a press of his key fob.

He opened the passenger door for Dahlia before slipping into the driver’s seat. As they pulled out of the airport, Zilla reached over and laced his fingers with hers. The hum of the engine filled the silence between them until Zilla spoke.

“I’m gonna leave the Camaro with you again,” he said casually, his eyes on the road.

Dahlia turned to him, her brow furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean, babe?”

“I want you to keep using it,” he replied, glancing at her briefly. “I’m not here all the time, and I know you are. You can use it to get to work or wherever you need to go.”

Dahlia’s mouth parted in surprise. “Are you sure about that?”

“Yes, babe,” Zilla said firmly. “I don’t want you bumming rides off Sabrina. You deserve to have something reliable—and something that’s mine, just like you are.”

Her cheeks flushed, and she looked down at their joined hands. “Thank you, Isayah. I don’t even know what to say.”

“Just say you’ll take care of it,” he teased, shooting her a grin.

“I will,” she promised, squeezing his hand.

As they approached Sabrina’s apartment, Dahlia couldn’t help but feel a warmth settle in her chest. Zilla’s gesture wasn’t just practical—it was a sign of his trust and commitment to her.

They pulled into the parking lot, and Zilla parked the Camaro in front of Sabrina’s unit. He turned to Dahlia, his expression soft. “I mean it, D. You’re everything to me. If this makes things easier for you, then that’s all I care about.”

Dahlia leaned over and kissed him gently. “You’re too good to me.”

“Just giving my girl what she deserves,” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

With that, they got out of the car, grabbing their bags and heading toward Sabrina’s door. Dahlia felt a new sense of security settle over her.

Zilla unlocked the door to Sabrina's apartment, pushing it open and stepping inside. The place was quiet, the faint hum of the air conditioning the only sound in the empty space. He glanced around and raised an eyebrow.

"Looks like no one's home," he said, letting the door close behind them.

Dahlia, however, had other plans. She grabbed his hand, her grip firm, and tugged him toward her room at the end of the hall.

"Eager much?" Zilla teased, a sly grin spreading across his face as he followed her lead.

"Before she comes back!" Dahlia whispered sharply, glancing back at him with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Once inside her room, Dahlia shut the door, locking it for good measure. She turned around, her cheeks slightly flushed, and faced Zilla, who leaned casually against the wall with his arms crossed, watching her with an amused expression.

"You're really worried about Sabrina walking in?" he asked, smirking.

"Yes!" Dahlia said, her voice hushed but insistent.

"You know how nosy she is. She'll make it her mission to come in here and ruin the moment."

Zilla laughed softly and pushed off the wall, stepping closer to her. "And what moment are we talking about exactly?" he asked, his voice dropping slightly as he tilted his head.

Dahlia bit her lip and smiled, her hands trailing up his chest. "This one," she whispered before standing on her tiptoes to kiss him.

Zilla chuckled against her lips, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer. "Guess we better make it quick, then," he murmured, his words laced with playful sarcasm.

"Or," Dahlia said, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes, "we could lock her out when she gets home."

Zilla's laughter filled the small room as he kissed her again, deeper this time. "You're bad," he muttered, his lips brushing against hers.

"Only for you," she replied with a grin, tugging him toward the bed as they both tried to forget the world outside for just a little while.

—

As Zilla lay peacefully asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, Dahlia slipped quietly out of bed. She stretched, throwing on her shirt with the softest of movements, trying not to disturb him. As she tiptoed across the room, she heard the doorbell ring. A package, she assumed—probably one of Sabrina’s countless Amazon orders.

Without thinking too much, Dahlia grabbed Zilla’s boxers from the chair, sliding them on quickly. Just as she pulled them up, she felt something unusual poking at her side. Frowning, she tugged at the waistband, pulling it back to reveal an insert, slightly cut and sewn into the fabric. Her heart skipped a beat as she studied the seam.

What the hell?

Her breath caught in her throat as she looked over at Zilla, still obliviously asleep. Dahlia’s mind raced as she tried to make sense of it. She carefully slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her as quietly as possible.

Once in the living room, she opened the front door, grabbing the package off the porch. She threw it casually onto the couch and hesitated for a second, glancing back toward the hallway.

Her mind wouldn’t stop churning, and her curiosity got the best of her. Turning on the kitchen light, she walked back to the couch, staring down at the boxers.

What had she found?

Dahlia pulled the waistband back again, this time with more urgency. She slid her fingers into the fabric, feeling around, but came up empty. No hidden messages. Just a secret lining.

Frowning, she tried again, her fingers tracing the seams more carefully. She moved slowly, her heart pounding as she searched for something she couldn’t quite place. Something didn’t sit right.

There was something more to this.

Dahlia went back to the room, her mind racing. She quickly slid off the boxers and tossed them back onto the chair where Zilla had thrown them earlier. Her hands were still shaking, but she pulled on her pants, trying to act like everything was normal. Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she heard the doorbell ring again.

“Fucking Sabrina, stop ordering from Amazon,” she muttered under her breath, her patience running thin. She walked toward the door, preparing for yet another unnecessary delivery, but as she reached the door, she heard a knock instead.

Dahlia opened the door, only to be met with a surprise—Jacob Fatu, standing there with a serious look on his face.

“Hello,” Dahlia said, her voice hesitant, sensing that something was off.

Jacob barely acknowledged her, his eyes scanning her face before he spoke. “Where’s my cousin?”

The directness of his question made Dahlia’s heart skip a beat. There was no friendly greeting, no warmth in his tone.

“He’s sleeping right now,” Dahlia replied, keeping her voice steady despite the unease growing in her chest. “Is there something important?”

Jacob’s face remained impassive as he responded, “A work matter.”

Without another word, he pushed past her and into the house. Dahlia was left standing in the doorway for a moment before following him down the hall, her steps slow but determined.

Jacob reached the door to Zilla’s room and knocked sharply, pushing the door open without waiting for a response. Inside, Zilla groaned from beneath the covers.

“Get your ass up,” Jacob ordered, his tone commanding. “We got work tomorrow.”

Zilla, still groggy, squinted at his cousin. “I don’t have to be at RAW tomorrow,” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

Jacob’s frustration was palpable. “If you bothered to check your email, yeah, you do. Get your shit and let’s go.”

Dahlia stood just outside the doorway, watching the exchange unfold, but her confusion only grew when Jacob addressed Zilla again.

“Stop playing fucking house,” Jacob said sharply. “Meet me downstairs in the car in five minutes.”

With that, Jacob pushed past Dahlia and left the room without another word. Dahlia remained frozen for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked at Zilla, who was still half asleep, and felt an overwhelming sense of unease.

She moved toward the bed, her voice shaky as she asked, “Isayah, what the hell was that?”

Zilla slowly propped himself up on his elbows, his eyes heavy with sleep but confused nonetheless. “I… I don’t know,” he muttered, trying to piece things together. He looked at the door where Jacob had left, then back at Dahlia. “I wasn’t expecting him. He never usually comes by like that.”

Dahlia felt a pit form in her stomach. She wasn’t sure what was going on, but whatever it was, it didn’t feel right.

Zilla hurriedly pulled on his clothes, the sound of fabric rustling filling the quiet room. Dahlia stood in the doorway, her arms crossed, her eyes following his every movement. There was a tightness in her chest, the unease that came with the unexpected departure gnawing at her insides.

She spoke before she could stop herself, her voice small but clear. “But I thought we had the week together.”

Zilla’s movements slowed, his hand pausing on his shirt as he turned to face her. His expression softened, a flicker of regret flashing in his eyes. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, guilt tugging at his features. “I’m sorry, baby,” he said, his voice laced with sincerity. “Come here.”

Dahlia hesitated for a moment before stepping forward, the distance between them feeling suddenly wider than it ever had before. Zilla pulled her into his arms, holding her tight as if trying to absorb the weight of the moment. He kissed the top of her head, the warmth of his lips a small comfort against the growing ache in her heart.

“Don’t worry, honey,” he murmured, his voice low and gentle, “I’ll be back Saturday morning, okay?” He held her even closer, as though his embrace could make everything better.

Dahlia pressed her cheek into his chest, trying to calm the rising wave of frustration within her. She lifted her head slightly, looking up at him with soft but searching eyes. “That’s too long,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. The disappointment was evident in the slight tremor of her words.

Zilla’s eyes softened with regret, his fingers brushing against her cheek as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I know, I know,” he said quietly. “But work calls, babe. You know how it is.” His gaze met hers, holding it for a long moment, as if silently asking her to understand.

Dahlia exhaled, the tightness in her chest refusing to loosen. She wanted to be understanding, to be the supportive girlfriend he needed, but the thought of spending the rest of the week alone felt like a weight pressing down on her. She stood on her tiptoes, closing the distance between them, and kissed him—a kiss that was soft, but held an undercurrent of longing, a plea for him to stay.

When they broke apart, Zilla rested his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her skin. “I’ll text you, okay?” he promised, his voice barely a whisper.

Dahlia nodded, her lips trembling slightly as she tried to smile. “Okay.” But the word felt hollow in her mouth, the unspoken words hanging between them. She wanted to say more, to make him stay, but she knew that was selfish. Still, it didn’t make it any easier to watch him pull away, to know he was leaving her again.

Zilla kissed her forehead one last time, the gesture lingering as he stepped back, finishing pulling on his shoes. “I’ll be back before you know it,” he added, though his words felt more like a promise he wished he didn’t have to make.

Dahlia watched him, her heart heavy, her mind racing with a mix of emotions. She wanted to believe him, wanted to trust that the days apart wouldn’t be as difficult as they seemed. But the lingering feeling of loss, even before he’d left, was hard to ignore.

As Zilla grabbed his bag and headed for the door, he turned back to her, his eyes softening once more. “I adore you,” he said quietly.

Dahlia’s throat tightened, and she forced a smile, her voice shaky as she replied, “I adore you too.”

With one last look, he stepped out the door, leaving Dahlia standing there, the silence of the room filling the space between them. She let out a slow breath, trying to push aside the sadness that threatened to overwhelm her. She wasn’t sure how she was going to fill the next few days without him, but for now, she had no choice but to let him go.

Zilla slammed the door shut as he hopped into the car, the engine roaring to life as Jacob sped off down the street. The rush of air through the open windows did nothing to calm the tension brewing between the two cousins. Jacob’s hands gripped the wheel tightly, his jaw clenched as he navigated the roads with a focused intensity.

“That kid really yours?” Jacob asked, his tone laced with skepticism as he glanced at Zilla.

Zilla let out a long, drawn-out sigh, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “Yes, I’ve already told you this,” he replied, his voice flat but heavy with the weight of repeated explanations.

Jacob shook his head, his eyes fixed on the road. “Man, I don’t get you,” he muttered under his breath.

Zilla crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat, staring out the window. The sound of tires against pavement filled the air as they sped down the highway. “Damn, uce’,” Zilla finally broke the silence. “I’ve already made up with my mom. What more do you want from me?”

Jacob’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his eyes narrowing with a sharp edge of concern. “It’s not about that. Don’t you realize that you’re throwing your life away?” His voice cracked with the weight of the question. “You’ve got all the potential in the world, Zilla. And I’m telling you, if you keep going down this path… it’s not going to end well.”

Zilla’s jaw tightened, his hands flexing into fists at his sides. “Uce’,” he said, his voice growing more pointed. “You had a kid at my age! Why are you pressed on me?” His words cut through the air, the anger in his tone palpable.

Jacob shot him a sharp look, his frustration matching Zilla’s. “Because I’ve seen this before, uce’. I’ve seen where it goes when you’re not focused. And you—” He shook his head, exasperated. “You’ve got too much going on to be messing around like this. You’re letting everything slip through your fingers.”

Zilla clenched his teeth, his heart pounding in his chest. “I’m not like you, Jacob,” he said, his voice lower but no less heated. “I’m trying to figure things out. I’m not gonna rush into something just because it’s what everyone else expects.”

Jacob’s gaze softened for a moment, his tone shifting, though the concern never left his eyes. “I’m not saying you need to rush, uce’. But you’re throwing yourself into something that doesn’t make sense. You’ve got to take a step back and look at the bigger picture.”

Zilla stayed quiet for a long moment, the weight of Jacob’s words settling in the air between them. He wanted to argue, to push back against the idea that he was making mistakes, but deep down, he knew Jacob had a point. However, he wasn’t ready to face it—not yet. Instead, he stared out the window, lost in thought.

“You don’t have to worry about me,” Zilla finally muttered, his voice softer. “I’ll figure it out. I always do.”

Jacob pulled up to a red light and let the car coast to a stop. The weight of the silence between him and Zilla seemed to press down on both of them, thick and suffocating. Jacob glanced over at Zilla, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and concern. His voice was low but heavy as he finally spoke, breaking the silence that had hung between them.

“Do you even know what you’re gonna miss?” Jacob’s question hung in the air like an accusation. Zilla didn’t respond immediately, the question seeming to catch him off guard. But Jacob didn’t wait for an answer. He continued, his words coming faster now, as though he couldn’t hold them back any longer.

“You’re not going to be there for the first ultrasound. You’re not going to be there when the baby starts to kick,” Jacob’s voice broke with the weight of his own regret, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. “You’re not going to be there for her baby shower. You’re not going to be there when you find out the gender… all those moments. All those things she’s going to experience, and you’re just gonna let it slip away.”

Zilla’s stomach twisted, a knot of guilt beginning to form as Jacob’s words hit harder than he expected. He looked out the window, his mind flashing to Dahlia—her smile, the way she’d looked at him with so much hope when they’d first talked about the baby. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the realization of what he might miss starting to settle in like a weight.

“I’m not missing anything,” Zilla finally said, his voice low but defensive. “I’m doing what I need to do. I’m making money. I’m getting ahead. I’ll make up for the rest.”

Jacob’s laugh was bitter. “You think that’s gonna make up for it? You think that’s gonna make up for not being there when your kid needs you? When Dahlia needs you?” He shook his head, frustration lining his features. “You’re letting it all slip by. You’re letting her slip by. And one day, you’re gonna look back, and you’re gonna regret not being there for her, for that kid.”

Zilla’s throat tightened. He wanted to argue, to push back against Jacob’s accusations, but part of him knew they were true. The thought of missing out on all those first moments, the small milestones that would make up his child’s life, began to eat at him. What if Jacob was right? What if he wasn’t there when his child took their first breath, or when Dahlia looked at him, hoping to see more than just a father in a photograph?

“I… I’m just trying to get ahead,” Zilla muttered, his voice strained. “I don’t want to be behind, you know? I want to provide for them. I want to be able to give them everything.”

Jacob let out a long sigh. “You can’t give them everything if you’re not there. Money doesn’t mean shit if you’re not around for the real stuff. The stuff that makes you a father. The stuff that makes you a man.”

Zilla was quiet, the weight of his cousin’s words sinking deeper. Jacob wasn’t wrong, but Zilla wasn’t sure how to fix it. He wasn’t sure how to balance everything—his career, his responsibilities, and the life he was trying to build with Dahlia.

“You’re gonna have to figure it out, uce’,” Jacob said softly, his voice lacking the bite it had earlier. “But you don’t have much time.”

Zilla nodded, feeling the sting of the truth in Jacob’s words. He didn’t know what to say, or what he could do, but the idea of losing time with Dahlia and the baby wasn’t something he was ready to face.

As the light turned green and Jacob accelerated the car, Zilla sat back, his mind racing with the gravity of what his cousin had just told him.

—

Zilla felt the familiar weight of exhaustion hit him as soon as he stepped off the plane. Salt Lake City, Utah—a new city, another city to add to the list of places he had been. It felt like he was always on the move, always chasing something, but never really getting anywhere. He and Jacob grabbed their bags and piled into an Uber, the car humming along as they made their way to the hotel.

Once they arrived, Jacob was quick to make plans with Joseph, suggesting they hit the gym before their next obligations. Zilla just nodded, though his mind was elsewhere. He wasn’t in the mood for a workout, or small talk. His body ached from the travel, and his head felt heavy. “I just need rest,” he muttered, brushing off his cousin’s suggestion.

Jacob didn’t push. He grabbed his bag and went off to meet Joseph.

Zilla stood in the hotel room, looking around at the sterile white walls, the made bed, the tiny desk where he had placed his things. He felt the familiar gnawing frustration start to rise in his chest. All he could think about was the tension between the life he was living and the life he knew he should be living. Dahlia. The baby. His future.

“Fuck this shit,” Zilla muttered under his breath, grabbing his bag and heading for the bathroom. He turned the shower on full blast, letting the steam fill the room as he tried to clear his mind. He let the hot water pour over him, the heat seeping into his muscles, but it did little to ease the unrest inside. His thoughts kept drifting back to Dahlia, to the baby he wasn’t sure he was ready for, but knew he had to face.

After the shower, Zilla grabbed a fresh set of clothes. He dressed a little nicer than usual, something more refined. His eyes fell on the pair of boxers he had left in his bag, folded neatly, but there was something more hidden in them. His fingers traced the inseam before he made a decisive cut. Inside was a small bag of powder, neatly tucked away. Zilla didn’t hesitate. He pulled it out, stared at it for a moment, before snorting the contents. His mind went blank for a moment, the high settling into his veins.

“Fucking Houston TSA.. don’t know how to tell what a bag of coke looks like..”

The bag was discarded, hidden away in the trash, and Zilla quickly wiped away any trace of the evidence. He didn’t have time for anyone to question him. He needed to keep it together. He grabbed his wallet and keycard, shoving them into his pocket, and left the room without a second thought.

The hotel lobby was quiet, the soft hum of the air conditioning the only sound as he walked past the reception desk. He made his way to the bar, his footsteps heavy but deliberate. The dim lighting of the bar was comforting, almost inviting, and Zilla settled into a seat at the counter, ordering a drink without a second thought.

He didn’t know what he was searching for, but he hoped the answer would come eventually. Maybe this was the only way to drown out the constant pressure—the feeling of being stuck in the middle of everything.

Zilla ordered and thanked the bartender. He took a long sip of his Jack and Coke, the warmth of the alcohol settling in his chest as the tension in his muscles started to ease. His eyes scanned the bar, the low buzz of conversation blending with the soft clinking of glasses. He was trying to shut everything out, trying to enjoy the brief peace that came with being away from everything he was avoiding.

That was until he heard the voice.

“Hey, fresh meat.”

Zilla froze for a moment before slowly turning his head. He wasn’t expecting to see her. Cora Jade—her face unmistakable, her presence magnetic. He hadn’t seen her since that night they had danced, the night Jacob had to pull him away from her after things had gotten a little too heated. He remembered the heat of her touch, the way her perfume had lingered in the air. But he wasn’t in the mood for distractions tonight.

“No offense, but I’m not in the mood,” Zilla muttered, keeping his voice low, nursing his drink as he turned back to face the counter.

Cora wasn’t easily deterred, though. She slid into the seat next to him, her presence a little too close for comfort. The scent of her perfume lingered in the air, sweet and intoxicating. She smiled, a knowing grin that bordered on mischievous, as she leaned in closer.

“I can be an ear if you want,” she said, her voice smooth, almost too smooth. It had that sultry quality to it, the one that Zilla knew all too well. She wasn’t just offering a friendly ear—she was offering something more, something dangerous, something he wasn’t sure he could resist.

Zilla stiffened slightly, his fingers tightening around his glass. He had to admit, there was something about Jaida that always drew him in. The way she used her voice, her manipulation skills, the way she seemed to know exactly what to say to make him feel like he wanted to talk. But he couldn’t let her in—not tonight. Not after everything.

He glanced at her again, his eyes scanning her face, but it was hard to read her intentions. Was this just casual? Or did she have another game to play?

“I don’t need to talk,” Zilla replied, his tone a little sharper this time as he tried to focus on his drink.

Cora smiled, unfazed. She wasn’t going to give up that easily. “You sure about that? You’re not fooling anyone,” she teased, her fingers lightly grazing the edge of his glass. “I know when a guy’s got something on his mind.”

Zilla stared at her for a moment, feeling the weight of her gaze on him. Cora was persistent, and Zilla knew she was good at getting people to open up, even when they didn’t want to. But he wasn’t ready to let her in, not with the mess his life was right now. Not with the thoughts of Dahlia and the baby clouding his mind.

He took another sip, this time with more force, and forced himself to meet her eyes. “I don’t think you’re the one I need to talk to,” he said, his voice firm.

Cora’s grin widened, and Zilla knew she wasn’t going to walk away easily. But for once, he didn’t let her pull him in. He wasn’t in the mood for her games. He just needed a little peace—even if it meant shutting her out.

Zilla let out a sharp breath, rubbing his temples as Cora’s persistence wore him down. He wasn’t sure why he even gave in, but something about the way she kept pushing, her voice low and smooth, made it hard to keep up the wall he’d built around himself.

Cora leaned in a little closer, her eyes never leaving his, as if she could already sense the cracks in his resolve. “I’m just here to listen, Zilla. No judgment. Just… talk. It’s easy. You’ll see.”

“Fine,” Zilla muttered, the words leaving his mouth before he could think better of it. “But don’t go thinking I’m gonna spill everything. I got enough shit going on already.”

Zilla sighed, running a hand through his hair, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on him. It wasn’t like he wanted to unload on her, but the tension in his chest was suffocating, and he knew he couldn’t carry it alone for much longer. Maybe talking about it—just getting it off his chest—might ease the pressure, even if it was just for a moment.

“I got a baby on the way,” Zilla started, his voice low and rough. “And I’m still trying to figure out what the hell I’m doing. I’m not ready for this, I don’t know if I’ll ever be, and I feel like everyone’s waiting for me to get it together, but I can’t even get myself together. There’s always something…”

Cora didn’t interrupt, just sat there, watching him with a calm intensity that made it hard for him to look away. For the first time in a while, Zilla let himself breathe and let the words come out. It was almost like he couldn’t stop once he started.

“My family’s all over the place. Jacob’s been on my ass, making everything feel like it’s a bigger deal than it is. And Dahlia…” Zilla paused, swallowing hard. “I don’t know if I’m doing right by her. I’ve got this kid coming, but I’m still not sure what kind of man I’m supposed to be.”

Cora sat back in her chair, nodding slowly as she let the words settle. She didn’t speak right away, just gave him the space to finish his thoughts. But when she did, her tone was almost soothing, like she was guiding him through the fog.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Cora’s voice was gentle, almost teasing, but there was something comforting in the way she spoke. “You just needed to say it. Sometimes, just putting it out there makes it feel less heavy. You can’t keep everything inside forever, Zilla. It eats at you.”

Zilla frowned, leaning back in his seat as the weight of her words lingered. He wasn’t sure if she was right—if talking about it really made it easier—but for the first time in a while, it felt like a small weight had been lifted. Still, he wasn’t about to let himself get too comfortable with this. Cora was just someone he’d met again tonight, and he couldn’t let himself be fooled by her smooth words.

“What do you mean?” Zilla asked, his voice still low, guarded. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Cora gave him a look, one that held a mix of understanding and something else. Maybe sympathy. Maybe something else he couldn’t place.

“I mean exactly what I said,” she replied, her voice almost motherly. “It’s just talking, Zilla. It doesn’t have to be some big dramatic moment. You don’t have to have all the answers. You just have to keep moving, keep breathing. That’s how you get through it. One step at a time.”

Zilla stared at her, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and wariness. She didn’t know him, didn’t know everything he was going through, but there was something in the way she talked that made it hard to dismiss her completely.

“I don’t know if that’s gonna fix anything,” Zilla muttered, looking down at his drink, unsure of what to feel.

Cora leaned in slightly, her gaze never leaving him, the intensity back in her eyes. “It won’t fix everything, Zilla. But it might make it easier to figure out what to do next. Talking always helps. Trust me.”

Zilla didn’t respond. He couldn’t. He just sat there, feeling the weight of her words sink in, even if he wasn’t ready to fully admit it. He wasn’t sure if talking would help him, but for now, it was the only thing that didn’t feel like a dead end.

She leaned over the bar to order another round of drinks—a tequila sunrise and two shots of Patron, her hands steady even as she swayed just slightly. Her smile was almost predatory, but Zilla didn’t seem to mind. He barely noticed when the alcohol started to creep up on him, making everything blurrier, a little softer around the edges. It felt good, in a way, to let go and just be in the moment.

“Don’t worry about it,” Cora said as she slid the drinks across the counter toward him, the clink of the glass louder in the quiet bar than it should’ve been. She slid a shot toward him and took one herself. “My treat.”

Zilla hesitated for only a second before tossing back the shot. The warm burn of the alcohol slid down his throat, mixing with the hazy, almost numb feeling creeping over him. He wasn’t sure what it was—maybe the tequila, maybe just the weight of everything, but it felt good to drown in it, if only for a while.

Before he knew it, after several drinks and topics that were useless, Cora was leaning in again, her eyes locking onto his with an intensity that Zilla had seen before but never really paid attention to. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the loneliness gnawing at him, but he didn’t stop her when she smiled and said, “Let’s go up to my room. I’ve got a bottle I’ve been dying to crack open.”

Zilla blinked, his mind swimming in the fog of the alcohol, and before he knew it, he was nodding, following her toward the elevator. He wasn’t thinking clearly, wasn’t questioning what he was doing. The weight of everything was too much, and for just a moment, the idea of losing himself in something—anything—seemed like a way to escape the crushing pressure.

Before he knew it, they walked down the hall to Cora’s room. Zilla felt the walls closing in, the dim light of the hallway creating long, ghostly shadows. Cora opened the door with a keycard, stepping inside with a smirk on her face as she gestured for him to follow.

The room smelled faintly of vanilla and something else—a hint of that familiar perfume he remembered. Zilla sat down on the bed as Cora dug around in her bag. She pulled out a bottle of something expensive-looking and casually cracked it open, pouring them both generous sips before sitting beside him.

She handed him the bottle, her fingers brushing his as he took it. He could feel the alcohol working faster now, his mind fogging, the edges of reality blurring. She took her own sip, not breaking eye contact, her smile widening as if she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Here,” she said, handing the bottle back to him. “It’ll help you forget. Just relax, Zilla.”

He didn’t respond right away. He took another sip, the liquid burning on its way down. Cora was right. It did help him forget, just for a second. He felt lighter, less… trapped.

They traded the bottle back and forth, each sip taking him deeper into a haze that felt both comforting and dangerous. Every time the bottle passed between them, it felt like he was giving more of himself away, but in that moment, he didn’t care. Everything he was running from was forgotten, slipping through his fingers, fading into the background.

The alcohol was working quickly now. Zilla felt dizzy, the world spinning around him in a way that made his thoughts scatter. Cora’s voice seemed muffled, but her touch was clear, her fingers lingering a little too long as she passed him the bottle again.

His breath was uneven, his chest tight. Something in his gut told him he should stop, should get up and leave, but Cora’s eyes were locked on him, her gaze pulling him in like a magnet. She leaned in closer, her lips close to his ear as she whispered, “It’s just you and me now.”

The words rang in his head, making him feel even more disconnected from everything he was trying to run from. He should’ve stopped, should’ve left the room before things went further, but in that moment, he was caught in the haze. It was easier to stay, easier to let Cora’s presence wash over him.

Zilla shifted on the bed, his vision blurring even more, and for the first time in a while, he didn’t think about Dahlia, about his responsibilities, or the future. He just… existed in this moment.

Cora’s lips pressed against Zilla's with a sudden urgency that pulled him in. The world around him felt like it was falling away, the weight of everything in his life fading into the background.

Her hands slid up to his face, cupping it gently as she deepened the kiss, her touch confident, almost commanding.

Zilla hesitated for just a moment, the fog of alcohol clouding his thoughts, but that hesitation quickly dissipated. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this detached, this free. He didn't think about Dahlia, didn't think about the baby or the responsibilities that weighed him down. All he knew in that moment was Cora’s hands on him, her lips, the heat of her body close to his.

She pulled him closer, her fingers threading through his hair, the kiss becoming more demanding, more heated. Zilla's mind was a blur, the alcohol mixing with the pull of desire, the confusion of where he was and who he was with.

The weight of his emotions, of his struggles, seemed to disappear entirely as he kissed her back, his hands moving to her waist, instinctively pulling her in even closer.

Cora didn't break the kiss. She knew exactly what she was doing, pushing all of his boundaries in a way that made it impossible to think clearly. There was something about the way she moved, the way she took control, that made it hard for him to step back, even if part of him knew he should.

He couldn't walk away now. He could feel the tension, the pull between them, and for once, it felt like the chaos of his life was far away. Everything lately had been a blur of stress and responsibility, but now, with Jaida's kiss still lingering on his lips, it felt like he had finally found an escape, even if it was only temporary.

Cora broke the kiss just long enough to look into his eyes, her breath shallow as she spoke with a sly smile. "You're not walking away from me now, are you?"

Zilla opened his mouth to respond, but the words stuck in his throat. He wanted to say something— anything-but all that came out was a breathless exhale. He wasn't sure what he was feeling, but it was as if every part of him was locked into this moment, unable to break free.

"Good," Cora whispered, her lips brushing against his jaw before moving down to his neck. "I thought so."

As the kiss progressed, Zilla opened his eyes and they fell on his phone in the corner of his vision, the soft glow lighting up the dim room. Dahlia’s contact picture flashed across the screen, the pink heart next to her name pulling at him in ways he couldn’t ignore. The image of her kissing his cheek sent a rush of warmth through him, a reminder of everything he had at home, everything he had almost thrown away in that moment.

Without thinking, he shoved Cora off of him, the sudden motion startling her. She stumbled back, confused, trying to catch her balance. Zilla’s pulse raced, not from the heat of the moment, but from the weight of the realization crashing down on him. His mind cleared, his heart settled where it always should’ve been: with Dahlia, the mother of his unborn child.

He didn’t even glance at the phone as it buzzed with Dahlia’s call still coming through. Zilla shook his head, trying to push out the fog of alcohol and temptation. This wasn’t him.

“I ain’t doing this shit,” Zilla said, his voice firm but strained.

Cora tilted her head, clearly taken aback. “You were just fine a minute ago,” she replied, her voice teasing, trying to reel him back in.

Zilla stood up, his hands shaking slightly as he adjusted his clothes, trying to regain control of himself. “Yeah, until I realized where my loyalties are at,” he said, the words feeling heavier than they should. He locked eyes with Cora for a split second before turning away.

He didn’t give her a chance to respond. Without another word, he grabbed his jacket from the chair and strode toward the door. His heart was already pounding as he walked down the hallway, the echo of his footsteps in the quiet hotel. He had no intention of going back to that room, no matter how loud the temptation tried to call him back.

As he stepped into the elevator, Zilla didn’t look back. He was done. He knew where he needed to be. His mind was set.

The elevator doors slid shut with a soft chime.

#wwe #fanfiction #wwe raw #fanfic #zilla x oc #zilla fatu fanfiction #zilla fatu #wwe smackdown #wwe the bloodline #wwe theories #wwe the usos #jacob fatu #yeet #cora jade

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void-detective · 3 months ago

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Tribal Chief - Solosami/Zakoa fic ☝️

[[GIF NOT MINE! ALL DIVIDERS MADE BY CAFEKITSUNES]]

Warnings: family drama, mentions of samijey, angst (Sami is torn between Jey and Solo), past relationships, first kiss, and hurt comfort.

Word count: 2,468

Authors note: uhm, because of the lack of any content? I thought their dynamic was always cute and now with Solo as tribal chief I'm even more curious to explore it.

Summary: After an intense confrontation with Jey leaves Sami reeling, he seeks out to play his ever present peacemaker role. And meeting Solo again in his new tribal chief role brings up unresolved and old emotions for both parties.

“Well Sami, you wouldn't understand. ‘Cause you're not family, uce.”

Those words stung worse than any hit he had ever taken, like a knife had been dug directly into his heart. It burned his soul and brought a downcasted feeling to his very being like Jey had spit on everything the two of them had created. Just months ago they were teaming with each other to face common threats. The weight lifted from their shoulders with the departure of Roman and Sami had proudly watched the color return to Jey's face as he flourished without his cousin.

It had positively elated Sami like no other watching him holding aloft his first singles championship after defeating Bron. He remembered how enthusiastically he had embraced and eagerly calmed down Jey from the overwhelming emotions of winning. He remembered holding him and getting lost in joy seeing the light on his eyes. Jey was happy.

And so was he.

But as Roman and Jimmy slowly began to make their way back into the picture it almost felt like a switch had been pulled in Jey. To Sami he had a hunch that even with months away from Roman there was a part of Jey who still lurked with those old right hand man tendencies. The aggression, the hatred, the compliance, and the cruelty that Roman had groomed. All of it was still there even under the fact Jey had gotten away.

Perhaps he was being a bit quick to pin the blame but he wouldn't be all to surprised if Jimmy's presence and influence was already weaseling its way back into Jey's mind. He knew his twin was temperamental and sometimes didn't always think with his head before doing things, but even more so now it seemed the older Uso’s hostility had gotten worse. Could you blame him for not trusting Sami after he betrayed Roman? It was only fair it seemed like he had spit on the family that he had been let into.

A part of him believed that perhaps Jimmy may never understand the full layers of trauma inflicted on him and Jey by staying in Roman's presence. A part of him wished he could see under the armor and hoped a part of Jimmy knew everything Roman had done was wrong even if he was to hard headed to see it now.

But now after fretting his very well intentioned worry to Jey over the situation he was instead met with aggression and hostility where there had been none for months. And it had scared him into silence even staring as he saw the flicker of regret linger on those hazel eyes before he was left reeling. His relationship with Jey since leaving the Bloodline had really been up in a debate due to his friendship (fragile) with Kevin and Jey's independence now trying to solidify his singles career. They had been on and off dating? If you could call what they did dating due to their schedules and now the current family situation that had been boiling since Bad Blood.

They had always been super affectionate whether it being hugs or kisses. He knew Jey was still recovering just as he was from Roman's hold so they had been taking it slow and when Jey had requested he needed time he had respectfully agreed. Both of them in stress for different reasons but reasons all the same with people they cared about.

However what he couldn't wrap his head around was Jimmy and Roman spewing and hammering the idea that Solo was the worst. The more or less lesser of evil as Sami saw it. He wasn't stupid or blinded by his past with Roman nor as much as he loved Jey would he allow it to cloud his judgment. He knew Solo was far from being worse than the treatment that everyone in the Bloodline had received by the hands of the OTC. Solo never used his power to manipulate, he didn't rule through fear for his Bloodline, he didn't cheat much, never gaslighting, and he never treated anyone with less respect than he expected to himself. Yet he was the bad guy here.

Sami and Solo had been close in the original Bloodline during his time teaming and becoming close with the rest of the men. He had always known Solo as the quiet guy only ever being the one to carry out the dirty work. Though he knew Solo was destined for greatness the moment he came to NXT. He remembered how delighted he was just to see the smallest quirk of his lips from his silly quips or jokes and how excited he had become when Solo called him, ‘his dawg.’ If anything to Sami he knew somewhere in that cold demeanor that Solo cared maybe even had loved him as family too.

But now standing backstage aimlessly walking he felt lost in what to do in the midst of what seemed like the reforming of the original Bloodline. It all felt surreal and to him he was frustrated, so frustrated. He was afraid even for Jimmy because for the past few SmackDown’s and PLE’s Roman had shown no changes let alone uttered the word ‘i’m sorry’ to either Jimmy or Jey. He wanted to shake sense into the younger twin because he saw how unapologetic Roman remained on not being any different then the man that had caused so much heartache.

The man who drove away his own family.

Sami was so lost in his own turmoil and mind that he hadn't processed the fact someone was calling his name till now. He slowed his pace and blinked back the raging storm in his mind as he turned to gaze behind himself and frowned. And to his surprise there was the man himself, someone he hadn't talked to since he had betrayed the Bloodline.

Solo.

To his surprise it wasn't an aggressive or hostile approach like his brothers and cousin, it was open and relaxed. His stance comfortable and radiating a confidence Sami had never seen in his time as the enforcer. It was pleasing to see how much Sikoa had grown into his own as the new Tribal Chief and even more so to see him free of the position that he and previously the Uso's had believed was holding him back.

“Solo, hey man.” Zayn chuckled feeling a bit awkward at first as he ran a hand over the neck of his neck and gave an apologetic smile as he shifted to his feet. “Listen, about Roman and the betrayal I-” He had began feeling the need to bury the hatchet and give an apology that was needed or so he felt was. But to his surprise he was cut short by Solo holding up a finger to quiet him as he shook his head.

“No Sami, that's not necessary.” Solo started with a monotone tone that wasn't rude, just a bit firm in the way he said it. He raised a hand to rub his jaw as he stepped forward and gazed up towards Sami with a serious look. “I don't care about what you did, I understand.” He added calmly and gave a half smile as he lowered his hand back to his side.

Sami felt a bit of relief tug on his heart but his nerves still danced at the sight of the Tongans and especially from the intense almost feral stare down from the Samoan Werewolf, Jacob Fatu. He was still wary about Solo's new Bloodline despite the non aggressive (mostly) way they handled themselves and the unfamiliarity of the cousins Solo had brought in.

Solo, having caught on to the unease and slight fidget under the gaze of his Bloodline, gave a short chuckle. He turned his head and gave a small gesture to Jacob who lessened his murderous stare and opted to look on readily. “Hey, don't let them intimidate you, Sam. They are harmless and they're with me.” He reassured him holding a hand in a dirt of placating gesture. “These are my cousins, Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa.” He stepped slightly to the side and gestured a hand out.

Tama nodded his head in response and grinned widely as he kept his hands folded in front of himself while his brother Tonga simply nodded. The pair of them a famous tag team Sami has heard of a few times from NJPW and from Cody from time to time. They were mostly quiet and just there it seemed, so unlike the energy he had felt from Jimmy and Jey constant almost bubby energy. They were calm and focused nothing to out of note except the odd growling and sounds Tama occasionally gave out.

“And this.” Solo smiled proudly and placed a hand on Jacob's shoulder as he looked at Sami. “Is Jacob, he's my enforcer and another one of my cousins.” He nodded and patted the tense man with a proud look.

Jacob flipped his dreads out his face almost too aggressively and gave a small grunt of acknowledgement as he stood there. Seemingly always on edge or ready for a fight as he moved his leg slightly restlessly at his side as he eyed the Canadian with an underlying suspension but made no comment.

Sami still felt no more relaxed but in all honesty he trusted Solo’s judgment and that proud smile almost made him want to grin too. It seemed so foreign to watch the stoic former enforcer smile and joke so freely like his brothers. It made Sami wonder if Solo had been keeping a part of himself hidden under the leadership of Roman just to keep up appearances. Though now seeing him so relaxed and happy made him feel the same amount of pride as he had for Jey. At least some more good had come out of his betrayal.

“Yeah well I'm so glad to see you coming into your own Solo. You deserved everything, especially being tribal chief.” Sami smiled earnestly with a heartfelt tone as he gestured towards the ula fala Solo now adorned. “My tribal chief.” He added a bit cheekily as he grinned a bit, feeling his heart race at the way Sikoa seemed to perk up and puff up proudly from the acknowledgement.

Solo nodded in approval and looked to both sides of him, getting a nod from both Tongans as he gave a genuine laugh. “See! It's not hard but everyone seems to think it's impossible. Still acknowledging Roman like he ain't done anything wrong.” He scoffed and shook his head feeling frustrated with people still hating him despite him not doing anything to be hateable in his eyes.

“I feel like I'm in a crazy dream when I heard the others act like you had set the plague or something compared to Roman.” Sami nodded along feeling like he was finally heard as he expressed his frustrations to the younger sibling. His eyes still wary and his tone tired as he sighed, rubbing his temples just shaking his head. “I dunno Solo, Jey is acting all hostile again and Jimmy acts like I'm still the worst..and I just..” He sighed letting his shoulders slump in defeat as he resigned himself to the idea that Jey might just fall back into old habits.

Solo seeing this had softened and sighed as he nodded along with a disappointed yet knowing look in his eyes. His gaze sympathetic as he stepped forward and placed his hands on Sami's shoulders gently but firmly. “You are family to me Sam, my dawg…everything.” He empathized, squeezing his shoulders and ducked his gaze trying to catch Sami's eyes. “I want you in my Bloodline Sami, I know tensions are high and you want to be with Jey when this is all said and done but we both know Roman ain't no different then when you left.”

The sincerity in his tone and words caught him by surprise and he felt the hurt get a bit of balm soothed by the blonde as he was speaking. His logical side screamed to agree and let things play out but still his heart was he might betray Jey worse and drive him more into Roman by joining Sikoa. Though a deeper more pained side of himself reared its head and he felt anger and frustration from the stress bubbling dangerously.

Was this the right call?

Sami ultimately felt his resolve waver and his emotions washed over him as his eyes locked with the intense yet soft gaze of Solo. His heart torn but knowing that he'd only hurt himself more by letting himself be lured back into Roman's Bloodline. The actions to both to Kevin and Jey, three years of trauma and torment. He loved Jey but he was tired and the family drama felt like a weight he couldn't escape even now.

His own body worked accordingly almost on autopilot as he leaned forward and hugged Solo feeling a sense of comfort wash over his battered soul feeling the tight yet real hug given by the new tribal chief. It was full of more love and meaning than Reigns had ever tried to give in the past. Was he really evil? He felt his body melt slightly as he closed his eyes, giving a shaky sigh as he frowned, feeling Solo's gloved fingers thread through his ginger locks.

The warm and firmness of the bigger Samoan was grounding and he felt his stress slowly melting as the ghost of a shiver run up his back when Solo's breath fanned over his ear. His words soft spoken comfort and reassurance as he gazed over Sami's shoulder to share a silent message to the other members of his Bloodline.

Zayn hadn't even registered what was happening till he felt tentative yet gentle fingers running in his beard and cupping his cheeks with the smooth gloves. His eyes flicking to meet the stoic gaze that was Solo and for a moment his heart skipped and he swallowed thickly as the other man leaned forward and ghosted a tentative kiss to his lips before pulling back. It almost seemed fearful and hesitant as if expecting rejection but softening seeing none. Solo was much more soft and affectionate then Sami had expected especially since in their time in the Bloodline there wasn't a lot of tension at least he hadn't felt it unless he never noticed Sikoa’s attraction.

It was wrong but…

It felt nice.

But unnoticed by the group there was a figure standing at the corner of the hallway staring on at the interaction. Their hand tightening into the temple of pink ‘yeet’ glasses making them creak under the pressure till they turned and stalked off silently down the other way.

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jeysslut · 2 months ago

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Also, Requests are open!!

I'll probably only write for bloodline members ( og, solos bloodline ) also zilla

And maybe Dominik too? Idk 🤷🏼‍♀️

But yeah, Feel free to request anything! Because I also kind of have no ideas after this story that I'm writing rn 😭😭

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xoxorealitygalore · 13 days ago

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CHILL BABY (4)

Summary: Yami navigates the chaos of life while searching for peace, with Jacob by her side, encouraging her to embrace imperfection and trust the process. Together, they discover that although life may never be free from chaos, it is possible to find stillness within it, ultimately transforming both of their paths in unexpected and profound ways.

Pairing: Jacob Fatu x Afro-Asian OC

Previous: Chapter Three

Dali Rosnay, age 52, Yami’s mom, 🇼🇸 🇵🇭

It was just another quiet lunch in the bustling city, the kind of afternoon where time seemed to stretch lazily, and people sought comfort in good food and conversation.

Jacob had taken Yami to one of her favorite restaurants, a cozy spot known for its unique blend of local and international cuisines. The atmosphere was warm, with soft R&B playing in the background and the occasional clink of glassware mingling with the murmurs of conversation. They had just been seated when Yami’s sharp eyes caught something—someone, rather—that made her freeze mid-sentence.

“Oh shoot, that’s my mom,” Yami said, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes as she gestured subtly toward a table across the room.

Jacob followed her gaze and saw a woman in her early fifties, elegantly dressed, laughing with a group of friends. Yami’s mother, Dali, had an immediately noticeable presence, with her bright smile and vibrant energy. Jacob glanced at her, sensing her internal conflict. She didn’t want to be noticed, but there was no hiding from Dali—Yami’s mother knew her child better than anyone else.

Before Yami could make a move, Dali's eyes locked onto her. In an instant, she excused herself from her group of friends and made her way over, her heels clicking decisively against the floor. Yami slouched slightly, clearly wishing she could sink into the chair and disappear, but Dali was already upon them.

"Yami, beauty!" Dali exclaimed, her voice full of warmth and unmistakable affection. She embraced her daughter, then turned her attention to Jacob, her gaze appraising but welcoming. "And this must be the young man you’ve been telling me about."

Jacob stood, offering a polite smile. “Hello, ma’am. It’s nice to meet you.”

Dali’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “Please, call me Dali. 'Ma'am' makes me feel old, and I’m only 52, you know.” She winked, clearly proud of her youthful appearance.

Jacob, taken slightly aback, laughed. “52? Wow, you look way younger than your age,” he said with genuine admiration.

Dali grinned. “I had Yami at 21, so my youth is still intact,” she said, tossing a playful glance at her daughter.

Yami rolled her eyes, exasperated but fond. “Okay, Mom, we get it.”

Jacob couldn’t help but smile. Something was refreshing about Dali’s confidence and the obvious bond between mother and daughter. Dali took a seat across from them, uninvited but feeling comfortable. She wasn’t the type to wait for permission.

"So," Dali began, turning to Jacob with a new glint in her eye, "how many children do you have? Yami didn't mention that."

Jacob blinked. “I… I have seven.”

Dali’s eyebrows shot up. “Seven? Wow, aren’t you fertile?” She leaned in slightly, her voice taking on a teasing tone. "Well, at least we know you and Yami will be fruitful." She gave Yami a look that seemed to say, this is the man you’re with?

Yami’s cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. "Mom, seriously?"

Dali didn’t skip a beat, her curiosity was piqued. "You do know my daughter wants four children, right?" she asked, turning back to Jacob.

Jacob nodded thoughtfully. “Yes, ma’am… Dali,” he corrected himself, realizing she preferred a more casual approach. “I do.”

Dali’s expression softened, and she smiled again. “Good. She’ll make a good mother one day. I hope you know that. I’ve always known that.”

Yami glanced between them, slightly uncomfortable but secretly enjoying the way her mother was weaving this conversation. Dali wasn’t one to hold back, and it seemed Jacob was just as willing to play along.

“So, Jacob," Dali continued, "tell me more about your family. I hear you’re Samoan.”

Jacob smiled at the phrasing. "I’m originally from Sacramento," he said. "I still live out there. My parents are both Samoan. I have a brother named Journey and twin siblings named Marley and Myracle."

Dali nodded, impressed. “Samoan, that explains a lot. You’ve got the look, yes.” She turned her attention to Yami. “See, darling, I told you you'd end up with a Samoan. I mean, with your roots in Mauritius, Samoa, and the Philippines, you’ve always had an eye for multiplicity, haven’t you?”

Yami smiled, the warmth in her mother’s words unmistakable. “Yeah, well, you’ve always been the one to remind me of that,” Yami teased.

Jacob, still absorbing the new layer of Yami’s background, looked at her with a renewed sense of understanding. “So, what’s it like growing up with such a mix of cultures?”

Yami looked thoughtful for a moment. “It’s complicated, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. My mother always made sure we stayed connected to our roots. I’ve always been proud of my heritage—Mauritian, Samoan, Filipino. It’s who I am, and it influences everything I do. The foods, the music, the way we see the world. It’s all in there.”

Dali smiled proudly, reaching out to pat Yami’s hand. “She’s always been strong-willed,” Dali said, as if reading Jacob’s mind. “When she was a teenager, she was known for her fiery spirit and independence. And her skills… let’s just say she wasn’t your typical girly girl. Yami always preferred sports, martial arts, and—well, the occasional street fight.”

Yami groaned. “Mom, please don’t tell him that,” she said, covering her face in embarrassment.

Jacob couldn’t help but chuckle. “Street fights? I thought you were playing about fighting a lot. Seriously?��

Dali shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eye. “She could handle herself. Of course, I was always worried, but she had a fierce streak. And now, look at her—she’s a wrestler. Nothing’s changed.”

Yami groaned again but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips. Her mother had a way of telling her story that made even the most embarrassing moments sound like badges of honor.

“Well, I’m glad she’s a bit more…restrained now,” Jacob said with a wink toward Yami.

Yami shot him a playful glare. “Yeah, I’ve calmed down a lot,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

After a few more rounds of teasing and stories about Yami’s childhood, Dali seemed satisfied, her curiosity about Jacob’s life and intentions more or less sated. She stood up, giving her daughter a quick hug before addressing Jacob.

“You seem like a good man,” Dali said, her tone warm. “Take care of my girl.”

Jacob nodded, his smile sincere. “I will, ma’am. I mean, Dali.”

With that, Dali left them to themselves, returning to her friends who were waiting for her.

“She’s lovely,” Jacob said, still smiling at the exchange.

Yami let out a soft chuckle, her mood lightened by the interaction. “She can be too much at times, but she means well. She’s always looking out for me, even when I don’t need it.”

They turned their attention back to their meal as the waiter brought their food. Yami’s eyes lit up as the steak was placed in front of her, and she eagerly cut into it, savoring the perfectly cooked medium-rare piece. Jacob, who had ordered BBQ ribs, watched with quiet amusement as Yami devoured her food with enthusiasm.

“Stop staring at me eat and eat your food,” Yami teased, her mouth full but still managing to comment sound playful.

Jacob laughed, his admiration for her growing. “I just love watching you eat. You make it look so good.”

Yami smirked. “Well, now that’s just flattering. You should try your ribs.”

Jacob eagerly dug into his meal, and they continued chatting, switching topics from food to more personal matters. Jacob asked Yami about her upbringing, and she spoke more about the impact of her diverse cultural heritage. It was clear to him how deeply family and culture shaped Yami’s personality, and he admired her ability to balance it all with the strength and confidence she exuded in everything she did.

The next day, Jacob surprised Yami with a horseback riding outing, after learning from Dali that it was one of her passions. Jacob smiled as he watched Yami’s excitement as she climbed onto a horse, looking so natural and at ease with the animal. She beamed as they trotted along the trail, the wind tousling her hair.

“Would you consider buying a ranch?” Jacob asked, still marveling at how comfortable she looked on horseback.

Yami nodded. “Yeah, maybe. I’m thinking of having four or six horses to start.”

As they rode, Yami pulled out her phone and began filming, capturing the moment to share with her followers. “Is it okay if I post this on my Instagram story?” she asked, glancing at Jacob.

“Of course,” Jacob said with a smile. “Go ahead.”

Within hours, the video had made its way across the internet, and rumors about their relationship began circulating on X. People were quick to give them a ship name: Jamib. Yami laughed when she saw it.

“Oh my gosh, why are they already giving us a ship name?” she asked, rolling her eyes.

Jacob leaned in, amused. “What’s our ship name?”

“Jamib,” she replied with a grin, shrugging.

“Guess we’re stuck with it now,” Jacob chuckled, feeling a strange sense of contentment.

He was happy that they were going public with their relationship. Maybe it was the beginning of something even more meaningful than either of them could have anticipated.

The afternoon sun hung low over the horizon, casting a soft golden glow over the ranch as Jacob and Yami walked alongside the horses. They’d spent the better part of the day riding through the open trails, enjoying the quiet, the fresh air, and each other’s company.

Yami had always been drawn to the serenity of horseback riding—it gave her a sense of freedom that nothing else could. Today was no different. She felt at ease, her usual fierce energy replaced by a rare sense of peace.

Jacob, noticing the subtle change in her demeanor, smiled. He’d always admired how dynamic Yami was—able to switch between intense focus and effortless calmness with little more than a change in environment. He was beginning to see the depth of the woman who stood before him, both in her quiet moments and her boldest.

"You know, I’ve always loved this," Yami said, looking out across the vast, open fields. The horses trotted along at a steady pace, their hooves rhythmically beating against the earth. “When I was younger, it was one of the few things that calmed me down. The connection with the animals, the nature… It’s like everything else fades away.”

Jacob glanced at her, impressed. "It’s nice to see you like this. You’re so different from the Yami I saw beating up Crystal."

Yami smiled, the words sinking in. "Yeah, that’s the thing. People see me in the ring or out in the world, and they think that’s all there is to me. But there’s more, you know? I’m not just this... wrestler, fighter, or whatever people expect. I’m more than that."

He nodded, acknowledging her depth, but there was something in his voice when he replied, “I know. I can tell."

Yami glanced over at him, eyes slightly narrowing in playful suspicion. "You sure about that? I can be a handful, you know."

Jacob laughed, shaking his head. "I’m beginning to think I might be the handful, not you."

She chuckled, shaking her head. “I’ll believe that when I see it.” She adjusted her grip on the reins as the horse trotted, her gaze shifting between the path ahead and Jacob.

“You know, I’ve never really had someone who got me like you do,” she admitted, her eyes not meeting his. "Not really. Not in the way you do. My mom, sure, but even then, it’s different. She sees me as... I don't know, the person she raised. She’s always worried about me."

Jacob’s smile softened. “I think every mother worries about her daughter. It’s natural.”

Yami nodded, but she looked down at her hands, fidgeting with the reins, as if choosing her words carefully. "I know. But sometimes it feels like she wants to keep me in this... box. The 'daughter' box, the 'little girl' box. And no matter how many times I prove that I’m not that girl anymore, she still holds on to that image."

Jacob listened, leaning in slightly, his voice gentle. “It’s hard when people see you one way and refuse to see the person you’ve become. But you’re not just what they think of you. You’re so much more."

Yami let out a quiet sigh, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You’re probably right. It’s just... hard to let go of what people expect of you, you know?”

“I get it,” Jacob said. “I know what it’s like to carry expectations—people wanting you to be something, someone you’re not. But I think you’re finding your way now, and that’s all that matters.”

Yami looked up at him, meeting his gaze with a newfound softness. “Yeah... I think I am.”

As the afternoon wore on, their conversation shifted from deep introspection to lighter, more playful banter. The horses slowed to a stop as they reached the base of a large hill, the view expanding before them. The setting sun painted the sky in hues of purple, orange, and pink, a breathtaking canvas that seemed to mirror the unspoken connection growing between them.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” Jacob said after a few moments of comfortable silence.

Yami raised an eyebrow, glancing over at him. “What’s that?”

“If you had your ranch, what would it look like? What would you do there?”

Yami thought for a moment, her lips pursing as she looked off into the distance. “I’d have a few horses, like I said. Maybe four or six, max. I want a place that’s quiet, and peaceful. I’d have a garden, too. Something where I could grow things, and get my hands dirty. It’s the kind of life I’d like, I think. Not fancy, but real.”

Jacob smiled, clearly charmed by her vision. “Sounds like a place where you could find yourself. What about the people in your life? Your family? Would they visit?”

Yami’s face softened at the thought. “Of course. Mom would be there, for sure. She’d probably try to take over the garden or something, tell me how to run the place. But it’d be nice, you know? I like the idea of having everyone together.”

Jacob nodded. “Sounds perfect.”

They both turned their attention back to the horses, and Jacob could sense the weight of the conversation beginning to ease. It wasn’t that Yami was closed off; far from it. But there was a guardedness she carried, one that he was slowly but surely getting past. He had a feeling that with time, and maybe more moments like this, Yami would let him in more.

“Hey, we should head back soon,” Yami said, breaking the silence once more.

Jacob chuckled. “Yeah, probably. Let’s head back, then.”

As they turned their horses around and began riding back towards the stable, Yami pulled out her phone to check her social media, her face lighting up at the notifications. Jacob watched her out of the corner of his eye as she laughed at something on her screen.

“Guess we’re trending,” she said, showing him her phone with a smirk.

Jacob leaned over to glance at the screen. Countless comments were speculating about their relationship, many wondering if they were a couple or just friends. Their ship name Jamib was everywhere, and people were already excited about the possibility of them being an official couple.

"Wow," Jacob said, shaking his head with a grin. "They’re fast, aren’t they?"

Yami laughed, a sound that felt like music to his ears. “Tell me about it. But I guess it’s official now. No turning back.”

Jacob met her eyes with a smile, his heart swelling in his chest. “I don’t mind. I think Jamib sounds good.”

Yami raised an eyebrow. “Oh? You do, do you?”

“Yeah,” he said, his voice low but filled with meaning. “I do. And I’m happy to go public with this—with you.”

Yami’s heart fluttered unexpectedly, but she kept her cool. As they rode back to the ranch together, the laughter and the warmth between them felt effortless, as though something had shifted between them in a subtle, but profound way.

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violetmuses · 2 months ago

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Correspondent!Reader would've been pissed off last night! @episodes-ff 👀

#jey uso #wwe #jacob fatu #headcanon #hedcanon #fanfiction #the bloodline #🖤🖤🖤#wwe smackdown

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acknowledge-reigns · 4 months ago

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Animals | Jacob Fatu x Black!fem OC (SMUT) 18+!!!

Kinktober Day #8: Breeding & Marking

"Baby, I'm preying on you tonight.

Hunt you down eat you alive

Just like animals.

Animals, Like animals-mals..." 🎶

Description: Jacob celebrates his tag title win with his wife

Warnings: Breeding, marking, rough sex, possessiveness (on a healthy level?), somewhat primal, dirty talk, degradation, vaginal sex.

Face claim: Saweetie

MDNI!! 18+ BELOW THE CUT

My masterlist can be found here and my kinktober schedule can be found here.

As always my fics are based in kayfabe, not about real people.

tag list - @mysticreigns2 @queeny23 @jeyusos-girl @notfancyrebelpaper @xbriexx @skyesthebomb @mzv11 @paigereeder @glitterywitchstarlight @v4mp-reads @hunnidmilly

Jacob sat in the bloodline locker room, anxiously awaiting the arrival of his wife, Arielle. He had just won his first championship in WWE and was eager to celebrate with her. She had flown in just for his championship match.

As he paced back and forth, the door swung open and Arielle walked in, a smile on her face. "Congrats, babe," she said, walking up to him and wrapping her arms around his waist. "I'm so proud of you."

Jacob and Arielle had been together for a little over five years, initially she was just his hairstylist. Nights and nights of sitting up just the two of them laughing and bonding while she did his retwist brought on feelings neither of them could ignore.

the amount of times she'd pop his hand with her comb and scold him for his inability to stay still made her feel like she was turning into her grandmama. No one knew how to work her last nerve like Jacob Fatu.

And coincidentally, no one had ever given her butterflies like Jacob Fatu. His laugh was contagious. His genuine personality. He'd swept her off her feet. The way his goofy ass had insisted on telling people that in this story the little mermaid falls for the big bad wolf, not the prince. This of course being a play on her name being Arielle and his gimmick being the Samoan werewolf.

Jacob spent the last 5+ years grinding and putting in blood, sweat and tears on the Indies to support her and their growing family, they had two children, Kirsten (4) and Samuel (2) whom Arielle had sent off with her parents for the weekend so that she and Jacob could have their moment to celebrate. The struggle was over.

Jacob pulled her close, breathing in her scent. "Thank you, baby," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I couldn't have done it without you."

Arielle looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "So, what are we going to do to celebrate?" she asked.

Jacob grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I have something in mind," he said, his voice low and seductive. "But I think we should go back to the hotel first."

Arielle raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Lead the way," she said, a playful smile on her lips.

Once they arrived at the hotel, Jacob quickly pulled Arielle into the room and closed the door behind them. He pinned her against the wall, his body pressing against hers.

"I've been thinking about this all day," he growled.

Jacob's hands roamed over Arielle's body, his touch possessive and hungry. He nipped at her earlobe, his breath hot against her skin. "You're mine, and I'm going to make sure everyone knows it," he whispered, his voice low and husky.

Arielle moaned as Jacob's lips moved down to her collarbone. "I'm all yours, Jacob," she said, her voice breathless. "I've always been yours."

Jacob pulled back slightly, his eyes burning with desire. "Good," he said, his hands sliding down to her hips. "... 'Cause I'm bout to mark you as mine tonight."

He picked her up and carried her over to the bed, laying her down gently before crawling on top of her.

Jacob hovered over Arielle, his eyes roaming over her body. He could feel the heat building between them, the primal urge to claim her as his own growing stronger with every passing second.

He leaned down and captured her lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue demanding entrance. Arielle moaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

Jacob broke the kiss and began trailing kisses down her neck, nipping and sucking at her skin. "I'm going to leave marks all over your body," he growled. "So that everyone knows you belong to me."

Arielle gasped as Jacob's teeth grazed her skin, the sharp sting sending a thrill through her body. "Yes," she moaned, arching her back. "Mark me, Jacob. I want everyone to know who I belong to..."

Jacob growled low in his throat, his hands roaming over her body possessively. He nipped and sucked at her skin, leaving a trail of purple-ish red marks in his wake.

He moved down to her breasts, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and biting down gently. Arielle cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair as he worked his way down her body.

Jacob positioned himself between Arielle's legs, his eyes locked on hers. "Ready for me to breed this lil pussy again, baby? " he said, his voice low and seductive.

He thrust into her hard, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. Arielle gasped, her nails digging into his back as she adjusted to his size.

Jacob began to move, his thrusts rough and possessive. He pounded into her relentlessly, his eyes burning with desire. "Mine," he growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "Mine to fuck. Mine to mark. Mine to breed."

Arielle's moans filled the room, her body arching up to meet Jacob's every thrust. She could feel his primal desire, his need to claim her as his own, and it only served to turn her on even more.

"Harder," she gasped, her nails digging deeper into his back.

Jacob grunted, his pace quickening as he gave her exactly what she wanted. He drove into her with brutal force, his signature crazy eyes flashing with dominance.

"You like that, don't you?" he growled. "You like it when when I breed you like a lil bitch in heat.... Gonna knock you up again. Gotta grow the bloodline, babygirl."

Arielle's body tensed, her muscles clenching around Jacob's cock as he continued to pound into her. "Please," she gasped, her voice desperate. "Please, breed me, Jacob. I need it."

Jacob's thrusts became even more frantic, his movements becoming erratic as he felt his own release approaching.

"I'm going to come," Jacob growled, his body tensing. "I'm going to fill you up with my cum and breed you so good."

Arielle cried out, her body convulsing as she reached her own climax. "Yes!" she screamed, her back arching off the bed. "Yes, Jacob, breed me! Give me your cum!"

Jacob let out a guttural cry as he finally reached his peak, his hips jerking as he emptied himself inside her. He collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat as he panted for breath.

Jacob lay on top of Arielle, his body spent but satisfied. He nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent as he tried to catch his breath.

"You did so well, baby," he murmured, his voice rough with exhaustion. Jacob slowly pulled out of Arielle, wincing slightly at the loss of contact. He looked down at her, a possessive gleam in his eyes.

"Let me clean you up," he said, his voice low and gentle. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a towel, then began to wipe her down gently, making sure to be extra careful with her sensitive areas.

Once he was finished cleaning her up, Jacob tossed the towel aside and lay down beside her, pulling her into his arms. He stroked her hair gently, his touch soothing and comforting.

"You did so well," he repeated, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "You were such a good girl for your alpha." he stated, their honorific being 'Alpha' of course another play on the whole werewolf thing. As an avid romance reader, Arielle loved every bit of it.

Arielle snuggled into Jacob's chest, feeling safe and content in his arms. "I love you," she murmured, her voice soft and sleepy.

Jacob tightened his arms around her, holding her close. "I love you too, baby," he said, his voice filled with warmth. "You're mine forever, and I'll always take care of you."

#jacob fatu #Jacob Fatu smut #Jacob Fatu x black oc #the samoan werewolf #Spotify #bloodline fanfiction

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tache-noire · 4 months ago

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Kinktober Day 4: Jacob Fatu/Solo Sikoa + Knotting

And angst!!!!! sad puppy times!

#wwe #smackdown #jacob fatu #solo sikoa #bloodline 2.0 #jacob fatu/solo sikoa #fanfiction #kinktober

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xoxorealitygalore · 18 days ago

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CHILL BABY (3)

Pairing: Jacob Fatu x Afro-Asian OC

Previous: Chapter Two

The evening was unfolding with a certain effortless elegance as the makeup product release party continued to draw in a mix of beauty industry insiders, influencers, and celebrities.

Held in a luxurious penthouse space, the atmosphere was a vibrant mix of laughter, clinking glasses, and the thumping bass of upbeat music that filled the room. Yami, dressed in a sleek metallic silver dress that shimmered in the soft lighting, stood near one of the long white tables filled with beautifully arranged makeup products—eyeshadows, lipsticks, highlighters, all in an array of striking hues. She was the center of attention without even trying.

Her presence at the event was a reflection of where her career had been heading: upward. Aside from being a top WWE wrestler. She was also a well-known personality in the beauty world, Yami had become one of the go-to influencers in the scene, effortlessly blending beauty with business. Her red lips and sharply defined eyes made her look both fashionable and fierce.

Beside her stood Jacob, her boyfriend. Although he wasn’t as immersed in the beauty world as she was, his calm demeanor and steady presence provided a balance that made Yami feel more grounded. He wore a black blazer and a crisp white shirt, looking good but slightly out of place in the glossy, influencer-heavy crowd. His eyes were constantly darting toward Yami, checking in on her while also trying to engage in conversations with others.

Her friends, including Jacob’s cousins—Zilla, Jonathan, and Jonathan’s wife, Trinity—had also arrived. They had all been invited by Jacob, who knew they’d enjoy the event, especially Trinity, whose passion for makeup was well-known. Trinity, a beauty enthusiast, was completely in her element, admiring the new product launches with the excitement of a kid in a candy store. She had also brought along Pamela, Bianca, and Montez, making the party feel even more lively.

The vibe was light and carefree. People laughed, exchanged stories, and took selfies with the display products, posing for pictures that would surely flood their social media feeds later. The night was meant to be about celebrating beauty, connecting with others in the industry, and simply having a good time. But there was an undercurrent of tension running just below the surface for Yami. She had been trying to enjoy herself, but something was nagging at her, a feeling that something was about to shift.

It was then that Erica, an old mutual friend, approached. Erica was known for her energy and her ability to stir up gossip, but tonight, there was something different in her demeanor. She walked toward Yami, her expression tight, her usual bubbly nature replaced with something more cautious.

"Yami," Erica said quietly, as she drew near, "We need to talk."

Yami’s stomach tightened. She had no idea what was coming, but the seriousness in Erica’s tone immediately piqued her concern. "What is it?" Yami asked, her voice already laced with curiosity and growing unease.

Erica hesitated for a moment, looking over her shoulder as though checking for anyone who might overhear. The air between them felt charged as she finally spoke, her voice dropping to a near whisper. "I saw Crystal earlier. Apparently, she has been talking to your ex-manager. The one who stole from you—the one you’ve been battling in court for months. She actually brought him here with her."

Yami’s breath caught in her chest. Her ex-manager, a man who had once been a close ally, had been one of the darkest parts of her career. He’d stolen a significant amount of money from her, money that was meant for a major project, and the fallout had been brutal—both emotionally and financially. Yami had been fighting a legal battle for months, trying to get back what was rightfully hers. The thought of Crystal, a longtime friend, meeting with this man made Yami’s stomach churn.

"Crystal? Crystal was with him?" Yami asked, her voice edged with disbelief.

Erica nodded, her face set in an expression of discomfort. "Yeah, I saw them talking over by the bar. When I asked her about it, she acted like it was no big deal. Didn’t even seem fazed. She didn’t seem to care that he screwed you over."

The sting of betrayal hit hard, and Yami’s blood began to simmer. Crystal, someone she had trusted, someone she had considered a friend, meeting with the very man who had caused her so much pain? It felt like a slap in the face.

Without saying another word, Yami’s gaze shifted across the room to where Crystal was standing with a group of people, laughing and chatting. Yami’s pulse quickened. The calm veneer she had been holding onto was beginning to crack, and an unfamiliar sense of urgency swept over her. She had to confront this. It couldn’t wait.

“I need to talk to her,” Yami said, her voice flat, and controlled, but there was no mistaking the fury beneath.

Erica nodded quickly, stepping back. "Just... be careful, Yami. She didn’t seem to care much when I spoke to her."

But Yami wasn’t listening anymore. Her focus was locked on Crystal, and nothing was going to stop her from finding out why. The closer she got to the bar, the more her anger built, and the tighter her grip on her emotions became. She was walking into a conversation that could either mend a friendship or end it forever.

When she finally reached Crystal, she wasn’t ready for the placid expression that greeted her. Crystal, her eyes wide with surprise, gave a forced smile. "Yami!" she said, her voice casual, but there was something nervous lurking behind her eyes. "Hey!"

Yami couldn’t help the sharpness in her voice. "I need to ask you something," she said, cutting straight to the point.

Crystal raised an eyebrow, sensing that this wasn’t just a casual question. "What’s up?"

Yami’s words came out like a controlled storm. "Why didn’t you tell me you met up with my ex-manager? You know, the one who stole from me. The one I’m in a legal battle with. Why didn’t you say anything?"

Crystal blinked in surprise, her eyes flicking to the side for a moment. She seemed genuinely confused. "What are you talking about? I don’t know what you’re trying to say," she responded, her voice laced with incredulity. "Nothing happened, Yami. It was just a meeting."

Yami’s blood ran cold. "A meeting? With the man who stole from me? You didn’t think I should know about that? After everything that’s happened?" Her voice was beginning to rise, the anger bubbling beneath the surface. "You didn’t think I’d care?"

Crystal’s posture stiffened. She glanced around, trying to gauge the situation, but Yami wasn’t backing down. The room seemed to fade into the background as their conversation became a battleground.

"Look, it wasn’t a big deal," Crystal said, her voice defensive now. "I didn’t think it was anything I needed to tell you about. He didn’t do anything to me. It’s not like we’re best friends now, okay?"

Yami’s eyes narrowed. The casualness with which Crystal dismissed the meeting—her lack of concern for how Yami might feel—was enough to set Yami’s nerves alight. "You think I wouldn’t care? You think it’s no big deal that you’re hanging out with the man who nearly ruined my career?" Yami’s voice grew louder, now fully on edge. "You didn’t even think to mention it to me?"

Crystal scoffed, her arms folding across her chest. "Why should I? You’re always acting like everything’s about you, Yami. Maybe you’re the one with the problem. You’re the one who can’t move on from the past."

Yami felt a chill run through her. The words hit harder than anything Crystal had said before. "That’s a fake-ass move, Crystal. Don’t act like you didn’t know this would hurt me. You knew exactly what you were doing."

Crystal’s face twisted with a sneer. "I’m not the one who can’t let go. Maybe it’s time you stopped playing the victim."

Yami’s heart pounded in her chest. The betrayal was so raw, that it burned. The words seemed to swirl around her, pushing her to the edge. She didn’t even think twice before she raised her hand and slapped Crystal across the face.

The sound of the slap echoed in the air, loud and unforgiving. The room seemed to freeze for a moment as Crystal staggered back, her hand flying to her cheek in disbelief. But before Yami could even register what had happened, Crystal lunged at her, hands flying toward her hair.

The tension in the air snapped.

Yami wasn’t one to back down. She sidestepped Crystal’s attack, shoving her away with a swift, practiced motion. But before the confrontation could settle, Eliza, Crystal’s sister, came charging in, her fists swinging toward Yami. Now, Yami was facing two opponents.

Jacob and Zilla rushed to intervene, but the chaos of the moment was too much to contain. Yami’s anger was pure and unfiltered, and she fought back with everything she had, using all her strength and speed. Crystal and Eliza struggled to land a blow on her, but Yami’s reflexes were sharp. Within moments, she had thrown both of them to the ground, her fists landing with precision as she dealt with them swiftly.

Breathing heavily, Yami stood over them, the adrenaline still pumping through her veins. Her chest rose and fell with the force of her anger, but there was an odd sense of clarity in the aftermath. She turned and walked away, her eyes scanning the crowd before she made her exit from the confrontation.

Jacob and Zilla reached her, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and concern.

"So this is what they were talking about when they said you got a bad temper?" Zilla asked, his voice a mix of amusement and astonishment.

Yami shrugged, her composure returning. "I wasn’t trying to start anything," she said coolly. "But I wasn’t going to let her disrespect me like that."

Bianca, who had watched the entire altercation from a distance, walked over crossed her arms, and shook her head. "Girl, I thought you were working on your anger," she said with a grin.

Yami gave a small, wry smile. "I am," she said. "But sometimes, people just need to be put in their place."

“Yami, go get a refund because whatever you learned from anger management ain’t working for you,” Montez said, shaking his head.

Pamela, still wide-eyed from the chaos, leaned in closer to Yami, her voice low and incredulous. "Girl, you really went off. I thought for sure one of them was gonna pull out a knife or something."

Yami chuckled dryly, brushing a strand of hair from her face, her heart still pounding. "I wish one of them bitches would pull out a knife on me," she said nonchalantly.

Jacob, who had stood at a distance during the entire altercation, his expression a mixture of concern and disbelief, finally stepped forward. He reached out and gently placed a hand on Yami’s arm, his voice softer but still laced with some concern. "You’re alright?" he asked, his brown eyes searching her face for any sign of distress.

Yami gave him a small nod, though her thoughts were still swirling. "I’m fine," she said, trying to sound calmer than she felt. "It’s just… been a lot lately." She glanced back over her shoulder toward Crystal and Eliza, who were now being helped up by a couple of partygoers, their faces still flushed with the aftermath of the fight. The two women glared at Yami, but she didn’t let it phase her. Let them stare. Let them seethe. It was over.

"And I’m done with it," she added, her voice growing steadier, more resolute. "Done with all the fakeness, the lies, the betrayals. It’s exhausting."

Trinity clicked her tongue, the corner of her lips curling up in a smile. "I don’t blame you. You did what you had to do, but girl—"

"Yeah, you definitely did what you had to do," Bianca interrupted, cutting Trinity off. "But you’re really gonna tell me you’re working on your anger? After that?" Bianca raised her brows, clearly trying to lighten the mood.

Yami rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips. "I am, Bianca. It just, you know, doesn’t always work when people push you to the edge."

Zilla snorted, his voice low and playful. "Yeah, Yami, I think someone just learned a valuable lesson about not pushing you too far. But seriously, don’t let them think they can walk all over you, okay? You handled it."

"I handled it," Yami repeated, nodding with more conviction than she felt. "But it’s not just about them. It’s about me." She paused, the weight of the night sinking in. "I’ve been dealing with this legal stuff with my ex-manager, and then Crystal goes and makes it worse by acting like nothing’s wrong. Like it doesn’t matter. It matters, and I won’t let people treat me like I don’t matter."

Her voice softened toward the end, but there was still fire in it, a fierce determination that had always been part of her DNA. Yami had learned long ago that her kindness had limits. When people crossed those lines, she wasn’t afraid to defend herself.

Jacob squeezed her arm reassuringly. "You’re right," he said, his tone supportive.

Yami smiled, wiping her palms down the front of her dress as if trying to shake off the aftereffects of the chaos.

Jonathan, still processing the event, let out a low whistle. "Well, this is one hell of a party story. I mean, who gets into a fight at a makeup launch?"

Yami snorted. "Apparently me. I’m the drama now." She was almost laughing at the absurdity of it all, but the weight of the situation still lingered beneath the humor. Her confrontation with Crystal had pulled her out of a fun night and into an emotional battle that wasn’t just about physical fights—it was about her trust, her boundaries, and her past.

The party, once so full of carefree laughter and mingling, had a shadow now. Yami could feel the eyes of others on her—some sympathetic, others whispering behind their hands. It wasn’t that she cared what they thought; it was just the reality of being in a space where everyone was so quick to judge, so quick to comment. She was used to being under a microscope, but sometimes, the constant attention weighed on her.

Jacob leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, a small, reassuring gesture. "You good now?" he asked again, his voice low and comforting.

Yami closed her eyes for a second, savoring the closeness of the moment. "I’m good," she said, her voice quieter this time, the rawness in it now giving way to calm. She was tired, exhausted even, but the clarity she had felt earlier, the sharpness of knowing exactly where she stood, remained.

As the night wore on, the party shifted back into its original rhythm, people finding new conversations and new distractions, but the earlier tension remained in the air. Yami wasn’t sure where things stood with Crystal anymore, but one thing was clear: Yami was not someone to be messed with.

"Let’s get out of here," Yami said, her voice firm as she turned toward her friends. "I’ve had enough of this."

Trinity and Bianca exchanged a look, but they nodded, ready to follow her lead. Jacob, ever the calm presence, wrapped his arm around her shoulders as they made their way toward the exit.

Yami glanced back one last time at the crowd, her eyes scanning for any sign of Crystal or anyone else who might try to stir things up. There was a part of her that wondered if this was the end of her friendship with Crystal, but at that moment, she didn’t care.

The elevator ride down felt oddly peaceful, the soft hum of the building’s machinery a far cry from the chaos of moments before. Jacob pressed a kiss to her temple, a small, unspoken promise of support.

"You good?" he asked again, this time with a little more tenderness.

Yami gave him a soft smile, resting her head against his shoulder. "Yeah," she said, her voice steady now. "I’m good. I just needed to make sure I was still me."

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