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Summary: Due to her unyielding confidence, Aphrodite earns her spot on the main roster, becoming The Bloodline's manager — or rather, Sefa's Special Counsel. His Wisewoman. But can she maintain her bold, unapologetic style when faced with her greatest challenge yet: working alongside her ex-boyfriend?

Joseph Yokozuna Fatu (born March 18, 1993) is an American professional wrestler. He is signed to WWE, where he performs on the SmackDown brand under the ring name Solo Sikoa as the leader of The Bloodline.

Aphrodite Erykah Caramanica (born February 7, 1996) is an American professional wrestler. She is signed to WWE, where she performs on the Smackdown brand as a manager of The Bloodline stable. She is also a former one-time NXT Women's Champion, one-time NXT Women's North American Champion, and a two-time NXT Women's Tag Team Champion.

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Aphrodite had worked tirelessly to reach this moment. From the moment she signed her contract with WWE in 2020, she knew her journey wouldn't be easy. But she wasn’t the type to shy away from a challenge. Her unyielding confidence had been her trademark ever since she stepped foot into the NXT developmental brand. She wasn’t just a talented wrestler; she was a force to be reckoned with. Two-time NXT Women's Champion, one-time NXT Women's North American Champion, and a two-time NXT Women's Tag Team Champion—her accolades spoke for themselves. Aphrodite was a rising star in the wrestling world, and it was time for the world to see what she was truly capable of.

Her big moment had finally arrived.

It was the debut of WWE's weekly Monday Night Raw program on Netflix, a new chapter for the company. The streaming service had chosen to bring wrestling to the forefront of their programming, and this was the perfect event to launch the next era. The stars of WWE were out in full force, making their way down the red carpet at the Intuit Dome in Inglewood, California. The cameras flashed as each wrestler posed, showcasing their Hollywood-ready looks. Aphrodite stood among them, effortlessly commanding attention in a stunning outfit that was a perfect mix of strength and elegance. Her aura was undeniable—every inch the star she was born to be.

As the cameras captured her every move, she felt a rush of excitement. This was just the beginning.

Backstage, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. The locker rooms were filled with wrestlers catching up, preparing for the night's events, and celebrating their own achievements. But for Aphrodite, everything was about to change. She had been waiting for this moment ever since she signed with WWE, and she had known deep down that her time at NXT wouldn’t last forever. The next phase of her career had been calling to her, and now, Paul Levesque was about to make it official.

Aphrodite stood with Paul in a quiet corner of the backstage area, her heart pounding in anticipation. The words she had been waiting for were about to leave his lips.

“You’ve done exceptionally well over at NXT,” Paul said, looking at her with an approving smile. “But it’s time to make your mark on SmackDown.”

Aphrodite’s eyes widened. She had expected this moment to come, but hearing it out loud made it all the more real. “I’m ready,” she said with a confident grin.

Paul nodded, but the next words he spoke made her stomach drop. “After discussing with the creative team, we believe your next role should be The Bloodline’s manager… Joseph’s special counsel. His wisewoman.”

Aphrodite blinked, unsure whether she had heard him correctly. “Are you serious?”

Paul’s expression was unwavering. “Very serious. Heyman and Joe have been keeping an eye on you for a while now, and they think you’re perfect for the next phase of The Bloodline storyline. You should be honored.”

Her mind raced. The Bloodline? The most powerful faction in WWE. And not just as a member, but as a manager? Aphrodite had built her career on being unapologetically bold, and now she would be standing beside one of WWE’s most dominant forces. But there was more to this than just the role.

“I’ll do it,” Aphrodite replied, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside her. “I can’t stay at NXT forever, and this could be the chance to prove myself to everyone.”

Paul gave a satisfied nod. “Good. I’ll leave you to enjoy the show. Congratulations, Aphrodite.”

As Paul walked away, Aphrodite stood frozen for a moment, processing everything. Her mind quickly flashed to her past—years of struggle, sweat, and sacrifice to reach this point. Now, here she was, about to step into the most high-profile role of her career.

After the conversation with Paul, Aphrodite wandered through the backstage area, absorbing the whirlwind of activity around her. The stars of Raw and SmackDown mingled, catching up, sharing stories and preparing for the night’s events. It was a celebration of the future, of new beginnings, and of the legacy of WWE’s most iconic athletes.

Aphrodite caught sight of Trinity, one of her closest friends in WWE, who waved her over with a grin. “Hey, Dottie!” Trinity called. “Let’s get some pictures!”

Aphrodite smiled, stepping over to her friend. They posed together for a few photos, laughing and reminiscing. As they were finishing up, Aphrodite noticed a familiar face nearby—none other than Travis Scott.

“Hey, Jacques,” Aphrodite greeted with a knowing smile. She was one of the few who could call him by his real name, a testament to their long history together.

“Hey, Dottie,” Travis said, pulling her into a hug. They had known each other for years, both rising to prominence in their respective worlds—Aphrodite in WWE, and Travis in the music industry. Their bond was strong, built on years of shared experiences.

As they chatted, Aphrodite couldn’t help but let slip the news of her big call-up. “I’m officially on the main roster,” she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Travis raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. “That's amazing. I knew you had it in you. You always did.”

He paused for a moment before a grin spread across his face. “You know what? I think I should make your entrance theme song. What do you think?”

Aphrodite’s eyes lit up. “I’d love that, Jacques! Let’s make it happen.”

They exchanged a quick handshake, sealing the deal, before Aphrodite was pulled away by a member of the production crew.

The production crew member led Aphrodite down a hallway, her thoughts still racing from the earlier conversation. They stopped in front of a backstage area where none other than Joseph Fatu—better known as Solo Sikoa, the self-proclaimed "Tribal Chief" of The Bloodline—was waiting. The moment she laid eyes on him, a strange mixture of emotions stirred within her.

“Looks like it’s official,” Joseph said, his voice smooth but laced with a hint of amusement. “So, you're my wisewoman now?”

Aphrodite couldn’t suppress a small chuckle. “Yeah, I guess I am, Joseph.”

He raised an eyebrow, an amused smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Ouch. What happened to calling me Sefa?”

Aphrodite’s eyes narrowed as the years of history between them surfaced in an instant. “Ain’t that reserved for family?”

Once upon a time, she had been ready to take that next step with him. But he had ended things abruptly. He’d chosen to reunite with his baby mama for the sake of their sons, and Aphrodite had respected his decision, even if it broke her heart.

Joseph’s expression softened, a hint of regret flickering in his eyes. “You can still call me Sefa, Aphrodite,” he said quietly, his tone shifting from playful to sincere.

Aphrodite stared at him for a long moment, the emotions inside her a swirl of unresolved feelings. But she had been through too much to let herself be caught up in old memories. She couldn’t afford to let him get to her, not again. He had broken her once, and she wasn’t about to give him the power to do it again.

She kept her voice calm and professional. “I’ll call you whatever I need to for the job, Sefa. Let’s keep this professional, alright?”

Joseph looked at her for a moment longer, as if weighing his next words carefully. Finally, he nodded. “Alright, Aphrodite. Professional. But just know, I’m glad you’re here. The Bloodline needs you.”

Her chest tightened at his words. The Bloodline—the very thing she was now a part of. But it wasn’t just about the group; it was about proving herself to everyone who had ever doubted her.

With a nod, Aphrodite turned to face the cameras, knowing that the journey ahead would not only challenge her professionally but personally. The eyes of the world would be on her, and she had no intention of letting them down. No matter what happened, she would rise to the occasion, unyielding and unapologetic, just as she always had.

As the segment wrapped, Aphrodite walked off, the weight of her new role settling into her bones. The future was uncertain, but one thing was for sure: She wasn’t going anywhere.

Next: Chapter Two

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Baddie and The Beast | Jacob Fatu x Black!Fem OC | 18+!

Description: Myra and Jacob meet

Chapter: 1/6

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Warnings: Drinking, strong language, one night stand, p in v, oral (fem receiving), flirting, nipple play, pet names, mention of loss of a loved one.

This is the Jacob x Myra sequel to Swipe Right, Rivals With Benefits and Kiss It Better. As always my stories are NOT about real people and does not reflect their character. This is very much an 18+ BDSM based romance with some comedy thrown in there. If kink content isn't for you, specifically Primal Kink (google if need be) for this one, please scroll. You have been warned.

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Flashback, last summer -

Myra sipped her mixed drink sitting at the hotel bar. Kiley and Chris were back in the suite knocked out, but Myra had just been unable to. Her mind was racing.

The trio had just graduated nursing school and decided on a little beach trip before time to get serious about their new volunteer jobs at the free clinic. Today also just so happened to be the 6 year anniversary of her dad's death. Every year she tries to push it out of her head and focus on other things. She was well aware of the safety issue, being a woman drinking alone in a strange city, which is why she left a note for Kiley and Chris that she was going down to the hotel bar. Not just that but she only plans to have the one drink.

Myra stared at her drink, swirling the liquid around as her thoughts swirled within her. The ice cubes clinked against the glass, echoing the turmoil in her heart. Despite her attempts to push away the painful memories, they always found a way to surface on this day.

After the live show, Jacob Fatu was beyond exhausted. His body aches from taking one too many nasty bumps in his match tonight.

He trudges into the hotel bar, his expression grim as he searches for a place to sit. The dim lighting and low murmur of conversation do little to soothe his nerves. He spots an empty stool at the end of the bar and makes his way over, wincing slightly as he sits down.

The bartender, a middle-aged man with a tired expression, approaches him. "What can I get ya?" he asks, his voice gruff but friendly.

"Jack and coke, please," Jacob orders, The bartender nods and turns to make the drink, leaving Jacob alone with his thoughts once again.

As he waits for his drink, Jacob's eyes scan the room, his gaze settling on a woman sitting a couple of seats down. She's sipping on a mixed drink, her expression distant and lost in thought. He can't help but notice the sadness in her eyes.

The bartender returns with his drink, setting it down in front of him. Jacob takes a sip, letting the burn of the alcohol distract him from his own aches and pains. His eyes flicker back to the woman, his curiosity piqued by her melancholy demeanor.

Jacob watches her out of the corner of his eye, his gaze lingering on her delicate features. She's beautiful, but there's something more to her, something that draws him in despite himself. He finds himself debating whether or not to strike up a conversation with her.

As he ponders, she glances up and catches his gaze. Their eyes lock for a moment, and a jolt of electricity shoots through him. She quickly looks away, but the damage is done. Jacob's interest is piqued, and he can't resist the urge to approach her.

He downs the rest of his drink, his heart racing with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. Taking a deep breath, he slides off the stool and walks over to where she's sitting. He clears his throat, trying to sound casual as he speaks.

"Hey," he says, his voice rough yet friendly. "Mind if I join you?"

She looks up at him, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. "Um, sure," she replies, gesturing to the empty seat next to her. "Go ahead."

He takes a seat, the proximity to her causing his heart to beat even faster. Up close, he can see the subtle lines of worry etched on her face, the weariness in her eyes. "You look like you've had a rough night," he comments, hoping to strike up a conversation.

She glances at him, a small, wry smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "You could say that," she replies, her voice soft and tired. She wasn't going to trauma dump on a complete stranger how her dad had been killed in a robbery gone wrong."You look like you been dragged to hell and back."

Jacob chuckles, wincing slightly as the movement sends a twinge of pain through his sore muscles. "I'm a professional wrestler." he explains, rolling his shoulders to ease some of the tension. "Takes a lot out of you."

"Ah, so that explains the bruises," she says, nodding in understanding. Her eyes roam over his body, taking in the various marks and scars that litter his skin with curiosity noticing the small wound on his head. "Doesn't look like you need stitches but you might wanna get that checked out."

"You're a doctor or something?" he asks, noticing the keen observation in her gaze.

"No, actually," she replies, though there's still a sense of pride in her voice. "I'm a nurse. Just graduated."

"Impressive," he says, genuinely admiring her accomplishment. "Congrats, beautiful."

Myra smiles softly, and she looks down at her drink, avoiding his gaze. "Thanks," she mumbles, clearly unused to being complimented like that. Her friends were supportive of course but still. "I'm Myra, by the way."

"Jacob," he replies, holding out his hand for her to shake. "Nice to meet you, Myra."

She takes his hand, her touch sending a small shiver down his spine. Her skin is soft and cool against his calloused palm, a stark contrast to the roughness of his own. They hold hands for a moment longer than necessary before she lets go, her heart skipping a beat. When was the last time a man gave her butterflies? oh right. Her high school sweetheart Devon who had ultimately cheated on her, broke her heart and made her swear off relationships for the foreseeable future.

Myra pushes the memories of Devon aside, focusing on the man in front of her. There was something about Jacob that intrigued her, despite the fact that he was a total stranger. Something about his tattoos, and the jewelry in his locs. His rugged appearance, his confident demeanor, and the way he looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and admiration all made her feel seen in a way she hadn't in a long time.

They sit in silence for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts. The air between them is charged with an unspoken tension, and it's making Myra's heart race. She steals a glance at him, taking in the way his muscles ripple under his shirt as he moves. He catches her looking, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"See something you like?" he asks, his voice low and suggestive.

Myra pauses a moment and sips her drink to hide how embarrassed she was at being caught staring. "I was just...um..." she stammers, searching for an excuse.

Jacob grins, clearly enjoying her flustered state. "No need to be shy," he says, leaning closer to her. "I don't mind you looking."

His proximity makes her heart pound even harder in her chest. She can smell his cologne, a masculine scent that sends a shiver down her spine. She tries to maintain her composure, but it's difficult with him so close to her. "What if I'm tryna do more than look?" she said seductively.

Jacob's eyes darken at her words, his gaze raking over her body. "Shit, I just hope you know what you getting into, babygirl," he replies, his voice husky with desire.

Myra's breath hitches at the pet name, her body reacting instinctively to the way he says it. She meets his gaze, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and challenge. "Oh, I think I can handle it," she says, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach.

The tension between them reaches its boiling point, and before they know it, they're stumbling out of the bar and up to the 5th floor.

As soon as they reach his room, Jacob pushes Myra up against the door, his lips crashing down on hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. She melts into him, her body arching against his as she returns the kiss with equal fervor.

They stumble their way into the room, barely managing to make it to the bed before their clothes are being torn off. Jacob's hands roam over her body, his touch both gentle and rough at the same time. He nips at her neck, leaving a trail of love bites in his wake as he moves down to her collarbone.

Myra moans softly as he continues his exploration of her body. She can feel the roughness of his stubble against her skin, sending shivers down her spine yet again. Her nails scrape against his back, leaving red marks in their wake.

Jacob groans at the sensation, his hips grinding against hers as he moves lower. He kisses and licks his way down her chest, his lips closing around one of her nipples. He teases it with his tongue, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he looks up at her through hooded eyes.

Myra's back arches off the bed, her breath coming in short gasps as he continues his assault on her body. She can feel the heat pooling between her legs, her desire for him growing with every touch and every kiss.

Jacob smirks against her skin, sensing her growing need. He moves lower, trailing kisses down her stomach until he reaches the apex of her thighs. He looks up at her again, his eyes dark with lust. "You want this, babygirl?" he asks, his voice rough with desire.

Myra nods, unable to form coherent words. She can feel his breath against her sensitive skin, and it's driving her wild. She wants him, needs him, more than she's ever needed anyone before.

Without waiting another second, Jacob dives in, his tongue exploring her with expert precision. He knows exactly how to touch her, how to make her writhe and moan beneath him. His fingers grip her thighs, holding her in place as he devours her.

Myra's hands fist in the sheets, her body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure wash over her. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing second. "Jacob, please," she gasps, her voice trembling with need.

Jacob grins against her, his tongue flicking over her sensitive clit. He can tell she's close, and he's determined to push her over the edge. He doubles his efforts, his movements becoming more urgent as he brings her closer and closer to her release.

Myra's body trembles, her legs shaking as she teeters on the edge of ecstasy. She can feel the tension building within her, every nerve ending in her body tingling with anticipation. And then, with a final flick of his tongue, she shatters, her orgasm washing over her in a wave of pure bliss.

As Myra comes down from her high, Jacob reaches over to the bedside table and grabs a condom. He rips it open with his teeth, his eyes never leaving hers as he rolls it on.

He moves over her, his body hovering above hers as he positions himself at her entrance. "You ready for me, babygirl?" he asks, his voice rough with desire.

Myra nods, her body still sensitive from her orgasm. She wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Yes, please," she breathes, her voice trembling with anticipation.

With a low growl, Jacob thrusts into her, burying himself to the hilt. He stills for a moment, allowing her to adjust to his size, before starting to move. His pace is rough and urgent, his hips snapping against hers as he takes her hard and fast.

Myra's nails rake down his back, leaving red trails in their wake as she clings to him. She meets his thrusts with her own, her body arching off the bed as she matches his rhythm. Her moans fill the room, mingling with the sound of their bodies coming together.

Jacob's grip on her hips tightens, his fingers digging into her skin as he pounds into her relentlessly. Sweat drips down his forehead, his muscles straining with the effort of holding back his own release. "Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his voice hoarse with pleasure.

Myra's walls flutter around him, the sensation sending him closer to the edge. He can feel her body tightening around him, signaling that she's close again. "Come for me, babygirl," he growls, his eyes locked on hers.

With a few more hard thrusts, Myra is coming undone again, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Her walls clench around him, pulling him deeper inside her as she cries out his name.

The feeling of her coming apart beneath him sends Jacob over the edge as well. He buries his face in her neck, his hips stuttering as he empties himself into the condom. His body shudders with pleasure, his grip on her hips tightening as he rides out his orgasm.

They collapse onto the bed, their bodies tangled together as they struggle to catch their breath. Well Damn.

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Present Day -

Kiley and Zilla had been dating for months now and felt it was time for them to officially move in together. As they packed up their things, they realized they needed some extra help moving all their belongings. Kiley's best friend, Myra, and Zilla's cousin, Jacob, had both offered to lend a hand.

Myra arrived at Kiley and Zilla's new place, ready to help with the move. As she walked in, she saw Jacob and Zilla lifting a heavy piece of furniture. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized him, but he didn't seem to recognize her.

Myra stood there for a moment, her eyes fixed on Jacob as he moved with ease, muscles flexing under his tight ass muscle shirt. She couldn't help but feel a pang of desire as she remembered their night together last summer.

Jacob continued to work, completely oblivious to Myra's presence. He was focused on the task at hand, his attention solely on helping Zilla. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

Kiley saw Myra standing there and quickly went over to greet her best friend with a hug, "Hey Bookie"

Myra returned the hug, tearing her eyes away from Jacob for a moment. "Hey Le," she said, trying to act nonchalant. But her heart was still racing at the sight of him.

Kiley noticed the look on Myra's face and gave her a soft smile. "You okay? You seem a little... distracted," she asked.

"Huh? Yeah. I'm fine." Myra said

Kiley chuckled and raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? You're staring at Jacob like he's a piece of meat," she said with a smirk.

"What? No, I'm not," she protested, trying to play it cool. But she knew she had been caught.

"Not what?" Zilla asked as he and Jacob approached.

Myra's heart skipped a beat as Jacob walked closer, his eyes meeting hers for the first time. She could feel her cheeks heating up, and she silently cursed herself for being so obvious.

Zilla and Kiley exchanged a knowing look, both of them noticing the tension between Myra and Jacob.

Jacob's gaze lingered on Myra for a moment, she looked familiar but he couldn't place her.

"Hey, I don't think we've met," Jacob said, extending a hand to Myra. "I'm Jacob, Zilla's cousin."

Myra took his hand, her skin tingling at the touch. "Myra," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "I'm Kiley's best friend."

Jacob's grip was firm, and he held her hand for a moment longer than necessary. His eyes searched her face, still trying to figure out why she looked so familiar.

Zilla watched the interaction between Myra and Jacob, a smirk playing on his lips. He knew his cousin was attracted to Myra, and he couldn't wait to see how this would play out.

Kiley nudged Zilla with her elbow, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Looks like someone's got a thing for Myra," she whispered.

Zilla chuckled quietly, "Ah shit. We get to bet on someone's love life this time? I bet they hook up within a week."

Kiley grinned, "Oh you're on. I bet it'll take them at least a month."

Zilla shook his head, "Too long. They're already attracted to each other, it's obvious. Give it a week."

"We're right here, dumbasses." Myra sighs

Zilla and Kiley both turn to look at Myra, grins on their faces. "We know," Zilla said with a smirk.

"And we don't care," Kiley added, winking at her friend. "You and Jacob are totally attracted to each other, it's only a matter of time before you give in."

Myra rolled her eyes, trying to act annoyed but secretly feeling a thrill at the thought of giving in to her attraction to Jacob.

Jacob, who had been listening to the conversation, couldn't help but smirk. He found Myra's feisty attitude endearing, and he was starting to wonder what it would be like to see her completely unravel.

Jacob, not one to waste time, took a step closer to Myra. "Hey, can I ask you something?" he asked, his voice low and confident.

Myra's heart skipped a beat at his tone, but she tried to maintain her cool exterior. "What is it?" she asked, meeting his gaze with a raised eyebrow.

"Would you want to go out with me sometime?" he asked, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

Myra was taken aback by the question, and for a moment, she was speechless. She hadn't expected him to be so direct, and her mind was racing with conflicting emotions.

Zilla and Kiley watched the exchange with bated breath, eager to see how Myra would respond.

Myra took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "I...I, No." she said hesitantly, her heart pounding in her chest.

Jacob's smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "Really? Why not?" he asked, trying to hide his disappointment.

"You figure out why." Myra said sharply, "Kiley, I'ma head home, boo. Love you. Peace, Zilla."

Zilla and Kiley exchanged a look, both of them surprised by Myra's response and confused.

Kiley shrugged, "Damn, I thought she'd go for it."

Zilla chuckled, "Guess we'll have to reevaluate our bet."

Kiley nodded in agreement, "Yeah, no way was she going to say no for no reason. Something's going on with her."

"I'm gon' head out too, Uce." Jacob tells Zilla.

Zilla nodded, "Alright, man. See you later."

He watched as Jacob left, still reeling from Myra's rejection.

Zilla turned to Kiley, a thoughtful expression on his face. "You think we should talk to her about it?" he asked.

"I'd rather you fuck me all over our new house. Break it in good." Kiley said.

Zilla chuckled, his eyes darkening with desire. "Now that's an offer I can't refuse."

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the warmth between us

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Roman Reigns has always been work oriented, taking over Reigns Enterprises and following in his father’s footsteps. Women are a convenience for him, kept on a list for when it suits him, but work is his only priority. He’s worked too hard to reach the top and won't let anything drag him down…until he meets someone who changes everything.

Valentina Beckham, raised with kindness and strict values, is the complete opposite of Roman. She’s always treated people with respect and after moving to a new city to start her own flower shop, she finds herself next to Roman’s busy building.

When their paths cross, their differences pull them together. Roman sees Valentina’s kindness as something to use or dismiss, but can’t help but be drawn to her warmth. Valentina, sees beyond Roman’s toughness and believes there’s more to him. Will Roman let his guard down, or stay locked up in his world of power? And can Valentina’s kindness break through, or will she realize she deserves more than he’s offering?

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Aleena tossed and turned in her California king bed as she struggled to fall asleep. “I miss him, but I’m not going to let him think it’s okay to disrespect me,” she thought.

She met Jacob on a dating site about three months ago. They had been casually dating until a month ago when they decided to take their relationship to the next level. However, that was cut short almost a week ago when Aleena went over to Jacob’s house to retrieve her charger, only to be greeted by another woman.

“Hey, is Jacob here?” she asked.

“He’s in the shower right now. Who are you?” the woman asked.

“I’m his friend and just wanted to speak with him. I’ll catch him another time. Tell him Aleena stopped by.”

“I will,” she snarled back.

As Aleena walked away, the woman slammed the door, and her expression quickly turned into anger. “I would have never entertained him if he had a girlfriend or other women. He got me fucked up,” Aleena thought to herself as she headed back to her car. She blocked his number before she left his driveway and went about her day. Days had passed since she discovered Jacob’s "girlfriend," and Aleena tried to keep busy so she wouldn't have to think about it and get angry all over again.

Jacob's POV:

“Why isn’t this girl answering my texts or calls?” Jacob wondered, racking his brain for days, trying to figure out where things went wrong. He couldn’t get her out of his mind—her chubby cheeks when she smiled, her sweet but assertive demeanor, her beautiful chocolate skin, and the way her curves kept his attention. He wanted to bend her over his table during those nights they played UNO, but he aimed to be a gentleman for her.

While he was deep in thought, a knock on his door startled him. Hoping it was Aleena, he rushed to check and found it was his cousin, Cassandra.

“Hey cuz, what’s up?” he said as he invited her in.

“I left my shoes here the other day,” she replied, heading to his bathroom to grab them. Noticing that Jacob’s mind was elsewhere, she asked, “Everything okay?”

“Eh, I don’t know, man. I met this girl, and we were hanging out, but one day she cuts me off, and I don’t know what happened.”

“Pretty, short, chubby girl who drives a Toyota?” she asked.

“That’s her! How do you know her?”

Cassandra’s eyes darted to the floor once she realize what she done.

“She actually came over a couple of weeks ago, asking to speak to you. You were in the shower, so I told her…”

“I know you, you were probably rude, and she thought you was ol lady. Damn!”

She was always protective over her cousin, but she could tell this was different for him.

“I’m sorry, cuz. Do you want me to talk to her?” she offered.

“Nah, I got it.”

As he walked Cassandra to the door, Jacob thought of ways to get Aleena to talk to him. He wanted to clarify things and get back on track with her, but how would he get her attention?

Later that Day:

After dinner, Aleena settled into a warm bath with a glass of XXL Blackberry wine. Once she was done, she covered her body in mango papaya oil, slipped on a soft pink chemise with black lace trim, and put on her black slippers, spraying on her Forvr Mood "Hard to Get" fragrance. Grabbing the rest of her wine, she headed to her living room to light two Glade candles and snuggle up on her big leather sectional with a plush throw blanket and pillow. After two more glasses, she started her own karaoke night, pouring her tipsy heart out on her mic as thunder and rain poured outside.

In the middle of singing "Promise Ring" by Tiffany Evans, she was startled when her ring camera went off. Checking her phone, she saw Jacob at her door. She went to answer it, opening the door as her chemise rode up her thighs, her figure filling it out. He stood there with gold grills gleaming from his mouth, smelling amazing with his Noir lotion, taking in her outfit.

“Damn!" He exclaimed as he studied her full figure.

Aleena giggled.

"I-I just want to say that girl who answered my door the other day was my cousin." he explained 

“I believe you. I’m sorry for ignoring you,i was upset.” Aleena said softly.

At this point, she missed him. She's usually hesitant, but the softness in his eyes made her melt.

“It’s okay. I would have done the same. So, what do you got going on tonight?” he asked.

“Wine and karaoke. Wanna join?”

“Hell yeah!” he exclaimed, eager.

She had him take off his shoes at the door and led him to the kitchen to offer him a drink. “I have wine, tequila, or Crown Royal. Which one do you want?”

“Crown Royal with ice"

She pulls a whiskey glass from her cabinet, then grabs the Crown Royal from her stainless steel refrigerator and uses the ice maker to add four ice cubes to the cup. She pours him a drink, and they head to the living room.

"You were having a good time, huh?" Jacob jokes, picking up the almost empty wine bottle from her black, modern-style LED coffee table.

"Sure was," she chuckles, picking up her wine glass.

"Sing me something," he says after sitting on the couch and sipping his whiskey.

"Okay," she replies.

Before she can start, Jacob grabs her plush waist and sits her on his lap.

"I’ve been thinking about you on my lap for weeks and the things I want to do to you," he whispers. His hands begin roaming her body as he lifts her chemise, grabbing two handfuls of her bare ass.

"What do you want to do to me?" she asks while turning around to straddle him on her sectional.

"I’d rather show you." He lifts her up so she’s standing on the couch, her core hovering over his face, and puts his head under her nightgown. Her legs spread open with Jacob's face in between them as she starts to ride his face while standing. As he latches onto her clit, he begins moaning, driving Aleena wild.

"Shit, that feels so good," she moans as she looks down, pulls up her chemise, and locks eyes with him. Jacob then sticks out his tongue, his golds shining, while she begins to drag her pussy against the tip of his tongue, back and forth. His beard tickles her inner thighs, becoming drenched in her juices.

"That pussy tastes so good, mama; I wanna feel it."

He unzips his pants, and his seven-inch, veiny brown dick springs out of his boxer briefs. Aleena grabs the base of it and begins to slide down on it. They collectively gasp as she fills herself with him, her walls clamping down on his member. Her legs are planted on the sectional as she starts a slow, steady rhythm, riding him.

"This feels better than I could imagine—so tight and wet. You keep riding me like this, I'm gonna cum quick," Jacob moans in her ear. That was the motivation she needed to hear, and she sped up her rhythm, bouncing her round ass on him.

"Ohhh, I see what you're trying to do. I got something for yo ass," Jacob says as he pulls Aleena off him, drags her plush blanket and pillow onto the floor, and strips both of them naked.

"All fours now," he commands.

"Yes sir," she replies, dropping onto all fours and arching her back, eager for a pounding.

"Trying to make me tap out? I'll show you what a tap out is," he growls. He shoves his manhood inside her warm cunt, digging his fingers into her thick waist as he begins to thrust deep inside her. A smack to her ass provides pleasurable pain for Aleena as Jacob continues to give it to her.

"Th...th...this is too much!" she moans, reaching back with her hand to stop Jacob from pounding her.

"Move that damn hand! You’re going to take this dick!" He pins both of her arms behind her back and continues to drill inside her.

"Aaaaahhhh, shit!" her muffled moans escape the pillow as Jacob pounds at her sweet spot.

 The mixture of her perfume, his scent, her vanilla passion fruit candles, and her desperation to climax fills the air. Jacob releases her hands, takes his right hand and wraps it around her throat, while his left hand has a fistful of her knotless braids.

"Cum all over this dick for me" Jacob comands. Aleena's body is beginning to be covered in goosebumps, and her eyes tear up as she reaches her peak. As his thrusts go deeper, her body shakes uncontrollably. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as her juices gush onto Jacob's rod.

"Ahhhh, good girl; my turn," Jacob grins. He speeds up his rhythm inside her, and before he cums, he pulls out and paints her ass with his seed. They both collapse on the floor, Aleena face down on the pillow.

"Let's get you cleaned up," Jacob says softly. He helps her up, and they head to her bedroom to shower and get ready for round two.

[mjonthetrack]

vice: book IV

Chapter 130 – Operation Bachelor Watch

Tamika was pacing barefoot through the living room of the Fatu compound like she was preparing to launch a military invasion. Leilapua sat cross-legged on the couch nibbling at pineapple slices, Marsai was scrolling Instagram while sipping a smoothie, and Nadia had one brow raised, lazily braiding her long hair.

“I’m just saying,” Tamika snapped, arms crossed, “a bachelor party? In town? No location, no details? Jey was grinning way too damn hard. Jimmy wouldn’t even look me in the face. And Jacob, my Jacob, said ‘Don’t wait up’ like he wasn’t about to do something—”

“Tamika,” Nadia cut in, deadpan. “You pregnant. He not stupid.”

Leilapua giggled. “Girl, you’d murder him with one contraction. He ain’t testing you.”

“I still want to know what club they at,” Tamika grumbled.

Marsai’s eyes glimmered. “You tryna roll up and crash the bachelor party?”

Before Tamika could answer, there was a loud shuffle from upstairs. The women turned just in time to see Dulcedescending the stairs—and jaws hit the floor.

She had on loose grey sweats hanging low over visible boxers, a black hoodie with the hood pulled up, a fitted cap shoved on top, shades over her eyes, and somehow—a whole fake beard and mustache. She even had a gold chain bouncing against her chest and the air smelled like Dior Sauvage.

“What you think?” Dulce asked with a cocky smirk, pulling down her shades and adjusting her mustache. “Miraaa, do I look like I can do intel for us or what?”

The room exploded.

Leilapua choked on her fruit. Marsai doubled over in laughter, tears forming instantly. Nadia covered her face in disbelief, whispering “Ain’t no way.”

But Tamika? Tamika stood there blinking in stunned silence.

Then she pointed at Dulce and howled.

“Bitch—!” she gasped, nearly falling to the floor. “You got a beard! A whole-ass beard! Where you even get that!?”

“Amazon, mami,” Dulce said smugly. “Next day shipping. Priority delivery. I came prepared.”

“You... you even smell like a man!” Leilapua sniffed at her and gagged. “Oh my God, is that—cologne?!”

“Dior. Sefa’s sample bottle,” Dulce said proudly, straightening her hoodie. “Now listen. Y’all stay here. I’ma slide in, act like I’m one of the crew, get the layout, see what they doing. If Jacob even breathes near a titty, I’ll know.”

Marsai was fanning herself with a napkin, still breathless. “You are insane. Like—you’re really gonna walk into a whole ass club and pretend you a dude?”

Dulce tilted her head with attitude. “Baby, this beard cost $49.99 and my mama raised a professional.”

Tamika grinned, biting her bottom lip. “I can’t believe I’m letting you do this.”

Dulce struck a pose, arms wide. “Operation Watch-a-Boyfriend has begun.”

“More like Mission Dumbass Impossible,” Nadia muttered, shaking her head.

But Tamika just smiled wide, her stomach tightening from laughter and baby flutters alike.

“God, I love this family.

Chapter 131 – Operation Watch-a-Boyfriend: Live Surveillance

“Camera’s on. Audio clear. Stream goin’.” Dulce tapped her ear twice, sunglasses low on her nose as she stood outside the club entrance, bouncing lightly on her toes like she was hyping herself up for a fight. “Let’s get this intel, mamas.”

Back at the Fatu compound, Tamika, Marsai, Nadia, and Leilapua were huddled around a laptop like it was the last episode of a crime docuseries. The live feed was crystal clear—angled from inside Dulce’s cap, tilted just right to show everything in front of her.

“She really got a GoPro in her fitted,” Marsai whispered.

“She said she was CIA,” Leilapua added, eyes wide.

Tamika had both hands on her knees, leaning in so close her baby bump was nearly touching the table. “Shhh—she goin’ in.”

The bouncer barely blinked as Dulce strolled past, her whole posture cocky and exaggerated, a heavy-lidded stare beneath her shades. The sweats hung low, hoodie zipped halfway to expose a chain. Her voice, when she muttered “Sup, Uce,” was perfectly deep and carried a convincing Samoan cadence.

“Dawg—who is that?” Jey asked, squinting as Dulce walked up to the group: Jacob, Sefa, Jey, Jimmy, and Zilla—all lounging in the VIP booth, drinks in hand.

Jacob leaned forward. “Wait—who you with, fam?”

Dulce threw up the chillest chin nod. “C’mon, Uce. Y’all really don’t remember me?”

They were all frowning now, heads tilted, and she clapped up Zilla first—a perfectly executed dap with a shoulder bump.

“Damn,” Zilla muttered. “You lowkey strong.”

Dulce gave a low, raspy chuckle. “Yuh. Prison. Two bids.”

Jimmy squinted. “What part of the family you from?”

Dulce grinned slow and crooked. “Ya mama’s. Y’all don’t remember me? This Tito, bruh. Tiii-to.”

There was a stunned pause.

Inside the compound, Tamika screamed.

“THIS TITO—?!”

Leilapua was on the floor, clutching her belly, howling. Marsai choked on a mango slice and Nadia was trying not to drop the laptop from laughing too hard.

“Titooooo?!” Marsai gasped.

Back in the club, Dulce had locked in. She sank into the booth like she’d always belonged, throwing her arm over the back of the seat, adjusting her shades with a small grunt.

Sefa was still looking confused. “Tito from...where again?”

Dulce took a slow sip of the water she’d swiped from the bar and waved it off with a gruff voice. “Long story. Just got back from the PI. Moms said y’all might be out here actin’ up, so I had to slide.”

Jacob shrugged. “Well, we drinking. Ain’t no girls yet. You good?”

“Oh yeah,” Dulce said, smirking under her fake beard. “I’m watchin’ everything.”

Back at the compound, Tamika clutched her chest like her heart couldn’t take it. “Yo. I owe this girl everything. When this baby come out, I’m namin’ it Tito!”

“She’s deep cover,” Nadia murmured. “She is in.”

“CIA ain’t got shit on Dulce,” Marsai said.

“¡Dios mío!” Leilapua groaned between giggles. “She might win an Oscar for this.”

Tamika just grinned wider, rubbing her belly and whispering to her unborn child, “You gon’ have some wild-ass aunties.”

Chapter 132 – Tito Don’t Fold, Tito Got Rhythm

Dulce—aka Tito—was now fully embedded in the bachelor party like a damn undercover agent sent from Midwife HQ. She had her legs spread wide, hoodie hooded, sipping her water like it was dark liquor. Every time one of the boys side-eyed her too long, she gave them that “what’s good, Uce?” look that made them all back off like she was the dangerous one.

Meanwhile, back at the compound, Tamika was pacing like an NFL coach on third down.

“Why she too good at this though?” Nadia asked, clutching the couch.

“She studied y’all,” Marsai laughed. “Jey, Jimmy, Sefa, even Jacob—she got y’all down.”

“She not even sweating!” Leilapua wheezed.

Tamika leaned into the mic on the laptop, whispering into Dulce’s earpiece like she was Charlie talking to a damn Angel: “Update, Tito. You still good?”

Dulce adjusted her beard, eyes scanning the club as she replied under her breath, “Copy that. No thots in sight. Target group still sipping. Jacob lookin’ way too relaxed. Might need to stir the pot.”

And then—it happened.

The music shifted. The club lights dimmed. And they came in.

Three tall women in skintight dresses, heels clicking like weapons, weaved into the VIP section like they belonged to the streets and the streets were calling them home.

“Oh hell,” Dulce muttered.

Back at the compound, every woman stood up at once.

“WHO THE FCK ARE THEY?*” Tamika shouted.

Marsai was zooming in like a CSI agent. “Ain’t no cousins. Ain’t no sisters. Ain’t no church friends. Abort!”

Leilapua was already grabbing her flip-flop. “Should we fly down there?!”

“Tito,” Tamika said into the mic, gripping the laptop. “Do something.”

Inside the club, Dulce stood slow, cracked her knuckles, and adjusted her voice—dropping it three octaves lower.

She strutted over to the women like a bouncer and cut them off.

“Ayo,” she growled. “Private party, Uce. Family only.”

The tallest one blinked. “You don’t look like security.”

Dulce tilted her head. “I’m Tito. You wanna test that?”

Back at the compound:

“LET’S GOOOOOOOOOO!” the women screamed.

Even Marsai was hollering, “PROTECT THE BLOODLINE, TITO!”

The girls scattered, and Dulce walked back into the booth like she was Vin Diesel himself.

Jey nodded slow. “Aight...I remember you now, Tito.”

“Told you, fam,” Dulce grunted, pulling her hoodie lower.

Tamika was crying tears. “Bury me next to this bitch. That’s my maid of honor now.”

Nadia wiped her eyes. “You married into us, Dulce.”

Leilapua held her bump. “We need to make her a plaque at the compound. First of her name. Tamer of thots. Protector of wombs.”

Chapter 133: "Tito Ain’t No Damn Cousin"

The club was hot and thick with bass, the lights pulsing in deep red and blue as the Fatu men posted up in the VIP section like kings. Jacob was seated back in his plush leather booth, bottle of tequila in hand, receiving toasts and side comments from his younger cousins.

“This for you, Uce,” Jey said, clinking glasses with Jimmy. “Old dog finally off the streets.”

Zilla chuckled, gold tooth flashing. “I’m shocked she ain’t bolt after all the years he ran her through hell, no cap.”

Jacob just smirked, “That’s why she mine now. Ride or die, you feel me?”

Suddenly, a tall, suspiciously broad-shouldered “man” in sagging sweats, shades, and a pulled-down hoodie slid into the booth with a familiar swagger. His mustache was too perfect, beard slightly crooked, but the aura?

Unmistakably chaotic.

“Ayo, who the fuck is that?” Sefa whispered.

“Yo!” the voice called in a deep, fake drawl, mimicking their accents. “What’s good, Uce?”

Zilla squinted. “That ain’t one of ours...”

Jimmy leaned in, skeptical. “Who sent this ni—?”

“I’m Tito!” the figure barked. “Ya mamas don’t remember me? I’m from the other side of the fam!”

The cousins exchanged glances, clearly confused.

“Tito who?” Jacob asked, already halfway into a laugh.

The figure shrugged. “Tito...Tito from the West Side. Y’all was in pampers when I was outside for real.”

Zilla blinked. “Yo, that ‘Tito’ built like a thick auntie.”

Before anyone could say more, a thot in seven-inch stilettos made her way over to Jacob, clearly clocking him as the bachelor. She leaned in, voice syrupy.

“Hey handsome, lemme give you a little preview of your honeymoon...”

Jacob held his hands up. “I’m good, love, I’m engaged.”

She ignored him, climbing into his lap like a determined mosquito.

That was all Dulce—er, Tito—needed.

She shot up like a bullet, charging across the section. The entire group blinked as this “man” tackled the woman in stilettos to the floor with no hesitation. Chaos erupted.

“¡Maldita perra! ¡No toques al prometido de mi hermana, maldita cucaracha con tacones!” Dulce screeched, swinging a fist and tearing her hoodie half off. Her beard flew off mid-swing, dangling from one ear like an earring.

Jey’s drink exploded out of his mouth.

Jimmy screamed, “IS THAT DULCE?!”

Zilla leapt back yelling, “AYOOO?!”

Sefa covered his face, howling in laughter. “Bruh, her beard on her damn shoulder—WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?!”

Jacob stood frozen as Dulce grabbed a bottle and pointed at the dazed woman on the ground. “Touch my damn sister’s man again and I’ll knock the Botox off ya!”

The club security rushed in, and Dulce snapped her hoodie back on, snatching her mustache and slapping it to her lip as if nothing happened.

Jimmy leaned toward Jey, wide-eyed. “Did our baby sister just beat a hoe in full disguise...?”

“She got a beard hanging off her lip like a twisted Mr. Potato Head!” Zilla shouted, still doubled over in tears.

Back at the compound, the Fatu women were watching the live stream from the earpiece camera Dulce had tucked in her cap. The second the tackle went down, they screamed.

Marsai spit out her smoothie. “IS SHE FIGHTING?!”

Nadia hollered, “Oh my God—her beard is flying! Why is her beard flying?!”

Leilapua clapped her hands. “SHE WHOOPING THAT WOMAN’S ASS FOR TIA—YEEEESSSS!”

Tamika, pregnant belly bouncing, was laughing so hard she had to hold onto the counter. “That’s my baby sister! Tear her UP, Dulce! Not the cucaracha with heels!”

Marsai wiped tears from her eyes. “This is why we can’t take her nowhere!”

The girls watched as Dulce was escorted from the club still yelling Spanish obscenities, waving to the men with a cheerful, “¡Nos vemos, pendejos!”

Jacob, hands on his head, laughed in disbelief. “Tia sent her? That’s our damn midwife!”

Zilla just shook his head. “Bro... she not even tryna be discreet. She tackled that woman like a linebacker in Timbs.”

Sefa wiped his eyes. “She said ‘touch my sister’s man again’... Tia got the whole CIA working undercover now?”

The whole ride home, the men couldn’t stop laughing—Jacob especially, who despite the madness, felt ten times more loved knowing the women had his back that hard.

Chapter 134: “Who, Me?”

The front door to the Fatu compound creaked open as the men walked in, still fresh from the chaos of the bachelor party.

Jacob came in first, cap low, hoodie on, still chuckling to himself. “Man, I’ll never forget the look on that girl’s face when ‘Tito’ started cussing her out with one eyebrow and a beard hanging on by a thread…”

Jey was laughing so hard he had to hold his stomach. “Bro, I’m crying again just thinkin’ about it.”

Zilla followed, shaking his head. “She hit her with a slap and the mustache flew into her drink. I almost passed out.”

Jimmy and Sefa were still howling as they stepped into the living room… and immediately went silent.

Because what they walked into?

Pure. Pink. Serenity.

The entire living room had transformed into a glowing girls’ night oasis. The lights were low, soft R&B humming in the background. All five women—Tamika, Marsai, Nadia, Leilapua, and Dulce—were perched like sweet little angels in matching pink silk pajama sets, cross-legged on plush cushions. Pink mocktails with fruit garnishes sat neatly beside each of them.

Tamika had her legs out, toes freshly painted in a sparkly pink, Dulce sitting in front of her with a polish bottle in hand and a perfectly innocent face.

“Man, Dulce,” Tamika said sweetly, sipping from a tall glass, “you’ve been painting our toes so nice. You’re such a good little sister to the group.”

Dulce smiled beatifically, curls in a bun, brows arched with mock modesty. “Ay sí, I’m just tryin’ to bring peace and softness into this house, mami.”

Leilapua cooed, “She’s been spoiling us all night.”

Nadia nodded. “Not a single fight. We’ve just been bonding, vibing, being feminine.”

Marsai added, “Didn’t even step outside tonight.”

The men all stood frozen.

Jacob squinted at Dulce. “You sure? ‘Cause I coulda sworn Tito tackled a hoe in six-inch heels just two hours ago…”

Dulce gave him a wide-eyed expression, blinking slowly. “Tito? Who’s that? I was here painting toes and listening to Jhené Aiko.”

Sefa narrowed his eyes, trying not to laugh. “That’s crazy… cause Tito had your exact hands, shorty. Same height. Same fire.”

Zilla burst out laughing. “Naw bruh, Tito had her accent and told a woman she’d snatch her soul with a chancla.”

Dulce clutched her chest. “¡Qué difamación! I would never! That poor girl probably needed prayer.”

Tamika smiled sweetly. “Y’all accusing my little sister of violence on a girls’ night? That’s wild.”

Marsai lifted her foot. “Look at my toes, do they say 'club fight' to you?”

Jey stared at Dulce, a slow smirk forming. “You tackled her like a damn linebacker.”

Jimmy crossed his arms. “You called Jacob ‘your sister’s man’ and threatened to slice a lace front.”

Leilapua gasped. “Oh my God. Dulce? Our Dulce? She’s a midwife.”

The men exchanged glances. Dulce just sipped her drink, legs crossed, completely unbothered.

Zilla shook his head. “This why we can’t win. Y’all moved like Ocean’s 8 out here.”

Jacob rubbed his face, laughing. “You know what? I don’t even care. You handled that hoe. Appreciate you, Tito.”

Dulce winked. “Anytime, papi.”

Chapter 135 – “Cake, Catfish, and Commitment”

Tamika smacked her lips as she licked a bit of buttercream frosting off her thumb. "That one was good," she mumbled, nodding with a mix of satisfaction and caution. "But if they put another damn lavender leaf in my dessert, I swear to God—"

Jacob chuckled, slouched in his chair across from her, one ankle propped on his knee, gold chain glinting under his collar. "You the one said you wanted a bougie-ass cake. Bougie come with leaves, baby girl."

"Don’t get popped." She pointed her fork at him. "You know damn well I meant bougie like pretty and soft and creamy. Not like the damn garden section at Home Depot."

They were seated in the sunroom of the Fatu compound, a long table before them covered in small plated samples—mac and cheese with truffle oil, jerk chicken sliders, fried green tomatoes, sushi, five types of cake, and what looked like three separate versions of a wedding-style oxtail.

Jacob reached for another bite of the spiced catfish and gave a hum of approval. “Okay, now this hit. Get that on the list.”

Tamika eyed him. “Didn’t you say fish at weddings was bad luck?”

He looked up mid-chew. “I said white people fish. That fried catfish blessed by somebody’s church auntie? That’s marriage food.”

Tamika snorted, covering her mouth. “You so damn dumb.”

“You marrying me though.” He grinned, licking hot sauce from his fingers, then winking at her.

"Unfortunately," she muttered dramatically, but her smile betrayed her. “Let’s talk cake. You want chocolate?”

Jacob leaned back, raising an eyebrow. “I want whatever you want.”

Tamika narrowed her eyes. “Say that again like you actually mean it.”

He smirked, leaning forward now, voice dropping low. “I mean I want whatever gon’ have you grinning, kissing on me at the altar, eyes all sparkly, dress hugging that fine ass, making me think I might faint from joy or lust or both.”

She blinked. Then burst out laughing. “You such a fool, but I’ma take that compliment.”

“Take it and let me get that chocolate with the hazelnut cream,” he said, nudging the slice closer to her. “That’s the one that tasted like rich sex.”

Tamika’s mouth dropped open. “Rich sex?! You nasty as hell.”

He shrugged with zero shame. “You asked for my opinion.”

They went quiet for a moment, both eating, glancing out at the view of the beach just past the open windows. A warm breeze floated in, carrying the scent of plumeria and sea salt.

“I still can’t believe we’re doing this,” Tamika said softly. “Planning an actual wedding. Us.”

Jacob looked over at her, chewing slower now. “Believe it. We earned this.”

She nodded, then looked down, fingers toying with her fork. “I used to dream about this. Not the big-ass family compound or the random ass Dominican midwife living with us—” she smirked a little, “but like...the feeling. Peace. Safety. You.”

He didn’t respond at first. Just stood up, walked around the table, and knelt beside her, pulling her chair toward him.

“Mi-Mika,” he said gently, using the nickname he only ever used when she got soft on him like this. “You still dreaming. Just now, we dreaming together. And I’ma spend every day making sure this dream don’t end.”

Her throat got tight. She opened her mouth to say something but just nodded and leaned forward to kiss him instead.

Then—

“Awwww hell nah!” Jimmy’s voice called from the hallway. “Can y’all at least wait until after we eat?!”

Jey’s voice followed. “Y’all tongue wrestling over oxtails is not the vibe, bro.”

Sefa peeked in, a mischievous grin on his face. “You telling me these two about to serve catfish and chocolate cake? That’s black excellence if I ever seen it.”

Jacob stood, not missing a beat. “Y’all mad you didn’t think of it first.”

Marsai popped her head in, cradling one of the twins. “Don’t forget I’m allergic to pecans. Y’all ain’t tryna take me out at the reception, right?”

Tamika rolled her eyes. “Girl, you dramatic. We checked the ingredients twice.”

Dulce’s voice echoed from another room. “As long as I get one slice and one dance with Zilla, I don’t care what the hell y’all serve!”

Tamika and Jacob looked at each other, bursting out laughing as the noise around them swelled—family, chaos, love.

“Okay,” Tamika said, brushing Jacob’s cheek with her hand. “Chocolate-hazelnut sex cake and fried catfish. That’s our legacy.”

Jacob kissed her palm. “And if the cake don’t work out...”

She raised a brow. “Then what?”

He smirked. “You still got me.”

[fafomama]

I have some old fics I wrote back when the Shield was around that I'm thinking of re-working. One multipart and a few one shots...mostly smut. I'm still figuring out this whole Tumblr thing and how to use it. Old dog, new tricks and all that.

[xoxorealitygalore]

CHILL BABY

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

December 2024

Even now, after years in WWE, that unrelenting attitude was still a defining feature of her persona. It had earned her the reputation of a loose cannon, a reputation that, despite all the progress she’d made, still lingered around her like a shadow.

“I don’t know how to shut up. I don’t know how to stop fighting,” Yami was saying into the microphone, her voice unmistakably confident but tinged with a hint of self-awareness. “I don’t know how to be calm. I’m just classy with attitude. Like, when I got signed to WWE? It was because Mark Henry saw me fighting at a gas station and told me about WWE.”

Her words caused the host to chuckle, but it was Jacob Fatu, the other guest on the podcast, who seemed to pay the most attention. He was leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed on Yami as she spoke. His usual easygoing demeanor had shifted, and for the first time since he’d joined the podcast, he seemed slightly distracted—distracted by Yami’s raw energy, her unguarded self-expression. In the six months since they had crossed paths, Jacob had developed a subtle admiration for her, but hearing her speak this honestly—about her struggles, her flaws, her ambition—made him admire her all the more.

“But I’m working on it,” Yami continued, the smile on her lips softening as she leaned back slightly in her chair. “I’m in therapy and anger management. I’m getting better. Really. It’s just hard, you know? It’s like I’m constantly fighting myself just to stay calm. But I’m doing it.”

Jacob, who had spent years in the ring wrestling with his own demons, understood exactly what she meant. The road to self-improvement was never easy, especially when your profession demanded a level of aggression that often spilled over into your personal life.

“Therapy, huh?” Jacob said, the gentle smile on his lips betraying the curiosity in his tone. “Sounds like you’re doing the hard work. Not everyone has the courage to face themselves like that.”

Yami shrugged, a playful glint in her eyes. “I don’t have a choice. Life keeps throwing punches. Might as well learn to take them and throw a few back, right?”

The host of the podcast, who had been silently observing the exchange, couldn’t help but notice the shift in Jacob’s demeanor. There was something in the way he was looking at Yami—something that suggested there was more between them than just casual conversation. The host smirked, sensing an underlying tension that hadn’t been there before.

“I mean, it’s kind of impressive, to be honest,” Jacob added, his voice warm with an unspoken fondness. “You’ve come a long way from that fight at the gas station.”

Yami laughed, but the sound was tinged with a sense of nostalgia. “Yeah, that was a moment, huh? I don’t even remember what started it. I just know it was a fight and, well... I tend to go all in when it comes to things like that.”

“You’ve got fire,” Jacob observed, his tone more serious now. “I respect that.”

Yami caught the sincerity in his words and felt something stir within her. The dynamic between them had always been friendly, but now it felt different—charged, almost magnetic. She wasn’t sure if it was the way he was looking at her, or the fact that he understood her in a way most people didn’t, but something about the conversation felt personal in a way it never had before.

“Enough about me, though,” Yami said, abruptly flipping the script. “You’ve been wrestling for years. Everyone knows your family’s legacy. You’ve probably heard that question a million times by now, but... I gotta ask.” She leaned forward slightly, her tone teasing, yet genuinely curious. “I know your cousins on jail TV were your inspiration for becoming a wrestler. But, if you’d never seen them on TV, do you think you would’ve still ended up being a wrestler?”

Jacob was taken aback by the question. He’d expected to talk more about his own journey, his own experiences, but Yami had taken the conversation in a completely different direction. For a moment, he was silent, pondering her words carefully.

“I don’t think so,” he said slowly, his voice thoughtful. “Maybe I would’ve, but I don’t think I would’ve taken it as seriously as I did. I saw my cousins on TV, and it made me believe it was possible. That it wasn’t just something that happened to other people. It was something I could do, too.”

Yami nodded in understanding, a faint smile playing on her lips. She had always admired how Jacob carried himself—grounded, humble, despite the legacy of his family. But hearing him speak so openly about his inspirations made her see him in a new light. He wasn’t just a product of his famous relatives. He was his own man, with his own dreams and struggles.

“You’re a lot deeper than people think,” Yami said, her voice almost softer now, as if the dynamic between them had shifted again.

Jacob chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I’m just a big guy with big shoulders. I try to keep things simple.”

Yami smirked. “Big guy, huh? Yeah, you don’t exactly blend in.”

Jacob laughed, but there was something else in his eyes now—a warmth that hadn’t been there before. Yami, noticing it, shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Was it possible? Had the connection between them been growing under the surface without either of them noticing?

The host, sensing the change in the atmosphere, decided to wrap up the interview. “Alright, folks, that’s all we have time for today. Thanks for tuning in to the podcast. Big thanks to Yami Rosnay and Jacob Fatu for joining us today!”

As the host reached over to stop the recording, Yami and Jacob exchanged a brief but meaningful look. Neither of them spoke, but something unspoken passed between them—a realization, perhaps, or the beginning of something new.

“So, lunch?” Jacob asked, his voice low and casual, though his eyes held a hint of something more.

Yami hesitated for a moment, then smiled. “Sure. Why not?”

Lunch wasn’t what either of them had expected. What began as a simple, casual meal soon evolved into something deeper. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and before long, they were talking not just about wrestling, but about their lives outside the ring—their dreams, their fears, the moments they didn’t always share with the world.

Yami found herself surprised by how comfortable she felt with Jacob. There was an ease between them, a sense of trust that had developed organically. It was almost as if they had known each other far longer than they actually had.

“I know you don’t exactly talk about your personal life much, but...” Yami trailed off, taking a sip of her drink. “You’ve got a lot going for you. How do you balance it all? Family, wrestling, everything?”

Jacob leaned back in his chair, his gaze thoughtful. “It’s not easy. Sometimes it feels like everything’s pulling me in different directions. But I try to stay focused. My family is everything to me. And wrestling... well, it’s in my blood. It’s not just a job. It’s a part of who I am.”

Yami studied him for a moment, her brow furrowed slightly as she considered his words. “Sounds like you’ve got a pretty solid foundation,” she said. “I wish I could say the same.”

Jacob chuckled softly. “We all have our battles. But it’s how we fight them that matters.”

There was a silence between them, a quiet understanding passing through the air. It wasn’t just the shared experiences of being professional wrestlers that bound them together; it was the unspoken connection that had begun to grow over the past few hours.

“Yami,” Jacob said, his voice a little quieter now. “I’m glad we did this. I didn’t expect... I didn’t expect this.”

Yami smiled, the tension that had once filled the air now replaced with something softer, warmer. “Me neither. But I’m glad we did, too.”

As they finished their meal, the subtle flirtation that had existed between them earlier evolved into something deeper. Something neither of them had planned, but something that neither of them could deny.

And as the day came to a close, both Yami and Jacob found themselves wondering if this was the beginning of something far more complicated—and far more meaningful—than either of them had anticipated.

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Baddie and The Beast | Jacob Fatu x Black!Fem OC | 18+!

Description: Jacob attempts to make things right with Myra

Chapter: 2/6

Face Claim: Flo Milli

Warnings: Mention of drinking, strong language, mention of one night stand.

This is the Jacob x Myra sequel to Swipe Right, Rivals With Benefits and Kiss It Better. As always my stories are NOT about real people and does not reflect their character. This is very much an 18+ BDSM based romance with some comedy thrown in there. If kink content isn't for you, specifically Primal Kink (google if need be) for this one, please scroll. You have been warned.

Word count: 1,206

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Jacob was lifting weights in the gym, trying to distract himself from his failed attempt to ask Myra out the previous day. He had been thinking about her all night, wondering what he had done wrong.

As he was finishing his set, Zilla approached him. "Hey, we need to talk," Zilla said, a serious expression on his face.

Jacob set down the weights and wiped the sweat from his brow. "What's up, Uce?" he asked, sensing that Zilla had something important to say.

Zilla leaned against the weight rack, his arms crossed. "It's about Myra." he said, his voice low.

Jacob's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Myra's name. "What about her?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably.

Zilla shook his head, seeing right through Jacob's act. "You know damn well what I'm talking about," he said. "Last summer, you hooked up with her, and then you ghosted her."

Jacob furrowed his brow, confusion written all over his face. "I did what?" he asked, genuinely puzzled. "Nah, I ain't meet her til you and LeLe moved into y'all new spot yesterday."

Zilla raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by Jacob's response. "Man, Uce, you really don't remember hooking up with her last summer?" he asked incredulously.

Jacob shook his head, a look of disbelief on his face. "No, I swear I don't. Are you sure it was me?" he asked, trying to wrap his head around the situation.

Zilla sighed, "That's why she rejected you. She was still hurt from you ghosting her."

Jacob groaned, "Damn it, I can't believe I did that to her," he muttered. "I didn't even remember." He pauses and thinks for a moment, "Shit! She was the girl from the hotel bar."

Zilla nodded, "Yup, that's the one." He watched as realization dawned on Jacob's face.

"I'm such an idiot," Jacob muttered, burying his face in his hands. "How could I have forgotten something like that?"

"You guys kept drinking after you hooked up, you were fucking blitzed, uce." Zilla said.

Jacob groaned again, "Great, just great. No wonder she hates me."

Zilla patted him on the back, "Yeah, well, now you know. How you gonna fix it?" he asked inwardly chuckling at himself at the fact that just last year Roman, Jey and Jimmy were saying roughly the same thing to him in regards to his relationship with Kiley.

Jacob looked up at Zilla, determination in his eyes. "I don't know, but I'm gonna try," he said firmly. "I can't let her hate me. I have to make things right."

Jacob continued, "The next morning, I was in such a rush to check out of the hotel that I didn't even realize I left my phone behind, which had her number in it. After that I just..Forgot."

Zilla shook his head, "Damn, That's a messed up situation."

Jacob nodded, "I know, I know. I should have been more careful. But I swear, I didn't mean to ghost her."

"I'ma figure this shit out." Jacob said, a mix of hope and anxiety in his voice.

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A few hours later, Kiley and Myra were in Kiley and Zilla's living room, planning the fundraiser for the free clinic they volunteered at. Myra was looking over the guest list, making sure everything was in order, when Kiley pulled out a stack of autographed photos.

Myra raised an eyebrow, "What's that?" she asked, looking at the photos in Kiley's hand.

Kiley grinned, "Autographs from Roman and Jey. I managed to get them to sign some for the fundraiser." She said, but pauses for a moment her brows furrowed in confusion. "What..?"

"I think this stack is for you.." Kiley said handing a few of the photos over to Myra who instantly realized they weren't autographed by Roman or Jey, they were autographed by Jacob with a little sticky note attached. 'I'm sorry i ghosted you. I'll make it up to you however I can. Much love, Samoan Werewolf Jacob Fatu.' Along with his phone number.

Myra's eyes widened as she read the note and saw the photos. Her heart started racing as she looked up at Kiley. "oh.."

Kiley couldn't help but chuckle at the look on Myra's face. "Looks like he wants to make amends," she said, gesturing to the autographs.

Myra was speechless, her mind racing as she stared at the autographs in her hand. She couldn't believe Jacob had actually done something like this.

Kiley could sense her friend's conflicted emotions. "What are you gonna do?" she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

Myra sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I don't know," she admitted. "Part of me wants to just forget about him, but another part of me is intrigued by this."

She looked down at the autographs again, reading the note once more. "I don't know if I can forgive him that easily."

Kiley placed a comforting hand on Myra's shoulder. "I get it, you've been hurt before. But don't let that stop you from giving him a chance to explain himself."

She paused for a moment before adding, "And who knows, maybe he really is sorry."

Myra took a deep breath, contemplating Kiley's words. "I suppose I could at least.. hold onto the phone number."

Kiley nodded, "That's a start. Take some time to think about it, don't rush into anything. But just know, sometimes forgiveness is worth it."

Myra smiled weakly at Kiley. "Thanks, I'll think about it." She said, tucking the note into her bag.

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The clinic was in desperate need of supplies and funds, and while a generous and substantial donation from Roman and Iris had went a long way towards helping them out, they still needed more.

The event was held in a large hall, decorated with banners and balloons. There were tables set up with food and drinks, as well as a silent auction where guests could bid on items donated by local businesses as well as the autographs provided by the bloodline.

Roman and Iris arrived at the fundraiser together, both dressed impeccably of course, along with Jey and Jax. Kiley hugged her sisters and thanked them.

Sometimes Myra envied all of her best friend's familial support. Myra had her mom of course but she had went off the deep end since her dad had passed and they had gone no contact in recent years.

Roman looked around the room, taking in the scene. "This place looks great," he said, impressed by the decorations and effort put into the event.

"I'm about to go hit up the snack table." Jey announced.

Myra was helping to oversee the event when her eyes drifted across the room and landed on Jacob. He was standing off to the side, sipping a drink and talking to someone. He looked good, as usual, in a black suit. Dayum he cleans up well..

Myra quickly averted her gaze, not wanting to be caught staring. She tried to focus on her tasks at hand, but her mind kept wandering back to Jacob. The memory of their night together flashed through her mind, and she felt a mix of emotions welling up inside her.

Y'know what? maybe she will call him after this.

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Finding Angel: The Masterlist

Roman Reigns is pro wrestling’s biggest star, Hollywood’s next leading man, and a man who thrives on power and control. But when he crosses paths with Naima Murphy, a bold choreographer moonlighting as Angel, Atlanta’s most sought-after exotic dancer, his carefully ordered world tilts on its axis.

Their chemistry is electric, undeniable, but so are the obstacles standing in their way.

Naima wrestles with the weight of her past and present, while Roman’s relentless schedule and the resurfacing of a toxic figure from his life threaten their bond. Insiders and outsiders alike question his relationship with a stripper, and adding fuel to the fire, an unexpected rival within Roman’s circle seethes with resentment, hellbent on complicating his pursuit of love and loyalty.

As secrets, scandals, and enemies close in from all sides, their love faces the ultimate test. In Finding Angel, passion and heartbreak collide in a story of redemption, resilience, and two lonely souls fighting for the one thing they can’t live without...Each other.

✨Pairing: Tribal Chief!Roman Reigns x Stripper!Black Fem OC ✨Cast of Characters: Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso, Naomi, Bianca Belair, Jade Cargill, Paul Heyman, Sami Zayn, Damian Priest, Solo Sikoa, Tama Tonga, Jacob Fatu, and several Original Characters ✨Warnings: Explicit sexual content, violence, strong language, toxic dynamics, infidelity, trauma, angst, others tbc

✨Chapters✨

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✨Shorts✨

An Angelic Christmas🎄- On their first Christmas together, Roman and Naima share heartfelt gifts, tender moments, and an intimate celebration that deepens their connection.

My Angel, My Love - For their first Valentine’s, Roman and Naima indulge in passion, laughter, and love.

40 Days & 40 Nights - When Roman and Naima commit to abstaining from sex for Lent, they think it’ll be a test of willpower. What they don’t anticipate is just how torturous it will be.

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[isabella-2025]

My Friends a ..... Part 2 : Warnings: Cursing and that's all happy reading.

Jacob Fatu x Ari (OC)

Plot: After Ari finds out Jacob's secret, he takes her to his home and explains the history of the pack and the mate bond

This one is a day late, but I wanted to make sure it got my attention lol. 😂

Please let me know what y'all think and thanks for all the love. ❤❤️

After Jacob dropped the bombshell on Ari he took her back to the packhouse to explain everything to her. Ari is sitting beside Jacob on the couch and Tama, Tonga and solo are sitting across the room in recliners. Jacob looks at Ari and says

" So, I know you have a lot of questions so go ahead and ask away."

" How the hell is this even real it doesn't make any sense." Ari asks her voice shaking with nerves

" Well, you know the Twins dad Rikishi right?" Jacob asks

Ari nods

" He saved our lives some bloodsuckers probably from Cody's clan found us and drained us of all our blood and left us to die." Jacob explains

" When we stopped breathing there was vampire blood in our system and werewolf blood." Solo says

" So, technically we are hybrids since we have wolf blood and vampire blood in our system." Tama explains

" Okay, so Rikishi saved your lives and you guys came back as a hybrid okay I think I get it now." Ari says

" There's more to it than that though." Tonga says

"Now let us explain the mate bond to you." Jacob says

" The mate bond is a very simple concept really each of us are predestined with our mate and we protect them no matter the cost." Tama says

" How do you know its me?" Ari asks

" Well, you smell your mates scent and its so strong and overwhelming yet calming at the same time." Solo says smiling.

"Okay, how is it calming and overwhelming at the same time?" Ari asks

Tonga says " Well its overwhelming to our human side and calming to our wolf side because our wolf found its other half and now it feels complete and whole its the most peaceful feeling in the world. "

" You smelt like oranges and the sun that's how I know it's you Ari." Jacob says smiling brightly

" Okay, but I'm human I don't feel any of these things how am I supposed to fit in here." Ari asks

Jacob looks at the others and signals for them to leave.

Jacob moves closer to Ari on the couch, gently grabs her hand a places it on his heart. He says

" do you feel this my heart beating, its only for you nobody else, can you tell me what you feel."

" I-I feel safe, comfortable like I'm home I've never felt like this before." Ari says

" You do feel the mate bond but not as strong since I haven't marked you yet." Jacob says

" Wait, Mark me what the hell does that mean Jacob." Ari says frantically.

" Calm down please Ari, I have to bite your neck and the bite will leave a little mark on your neck to let everyone know you are apart of this family and they will not harm you." Jacob explains

" Does this have to happen now?" Ari asks

" No , not right now but it does need to happen soon since Cody and his crew are trying to get to you." Jacob growls

" Wait, what's up with this necklace Cody said something about it stopped his compulsion?" Ari says

" That necklace is my cousin Trinity's, Jon gave it to her to protect her. Compulsion is when a vampire looks into your eyes, tells you to do something and you cant fight it you give in." Jacob says

" So, you gave this to me to protect me?" Ari asks

" Yes, I told you, you are it for me you are my life Ari and I will protect you with mine. the rest of the family will to." Jacob says as he moves a piece of hair out of Ari's face.

"This is a lot to take in but I know you want hurt me, I trust you but I need time before you Mark me…. is that okay?" Ari asks

" Yes, it is okay, now would you like to eat with us." Jacob asks

" Yes, that would be nice." Ari says

Jacob smiles grabs Ari's hand and takes her to the kitchen where the rest of the family is waiting. Solo says grace and they share stories and memories into the night until they fall asleep.

Two weeks later Ari moved in with Jacob and the boys and she has fit into this crazy family like a glove. The squad and Ari went out shopping at a local mall and Jacob had stepped away to use the restroom. Ari was looking at some sunglasses trying to pick out a pair that made her look "good". She put on a pair of tan ray bans and turned to Solo and say.

" What you think cool not cool."

"You look cool, you should get those." Solo says

You grab your wallet and are on the way to the counter to pay for them when Solo grabs your arm and pulls you closer to him. He says

" Loa, Tama do you smell that."

" Yeah, I smell them." Loa says

" W-h-a-t-s going on guys." Ari says

" The damn bloodsuckers are here shit, Solo get her out of here Me and Loa will go distract them." Tama says

Solo mind links with Jacob and lets him know what's going on. He gently grabs Ari's hand and pulls her toward the exit closest to the parking lot. He throws you in the car and drives toward the house. When you get there Jacob runs up to you grabs you and takes you up to his room. Tonga, Tama and Solo are up there. Solo says

" They are escalating in their attacks, they are really trying to get to Ari."

" I don't know what they are trying to prove." Loa says

" I don't know either but I have a bad feeling." Tama says

Ari gently grabs Jacobs hand and pulls him down next to her. Jacob looks at the others and his eyes go pitch black and they leave immediately.

" Jacob I'm sorry this is my fault."

" no, its not your fault they are coming after you to get to me." Jacob growls

" Jacob, can you……. well I trust you can you mark me?" Ari says

Jacob looks straight into her eyes and says

" Are you absolutely sure you are ready for this because there is no going back."

" Yes, I'm sure." Ari says seriously

" Okay, lay back please." Jacob says as he gently guides her back to the bed.

Jacob leans in and places a gentle kiss to her lips and Ari responds with the same fervor. Jacob then leaves a trail of kisses from her jaw down to her neck. He reaches her sweet spot which is right under her ear and she moans. Jacob ask Ari

" Are you ready?"

" Y-e-e-s." Ari says through a ragged breath.

Jacob relinquishes control to his wolf and His canines pierce her neck and Ari cant contain the moan that comes out of her mouth.

" Ahhhh, Jacob."

Jacob pulls back away from her neck, brushes hair some hair out of her face and says

" Are you okay Ari."

" Yes, I'm more than okay I feel amazing." She says

" Good, I love you Ari, my Luna." Jacob says in a whisper

" I love you to, Jacob my Alpha." Ari says in a whisper

Jacob leans in and places a gentle kiss to Ari's lips and they laugh in unison when they hear three Howls come from outside.

Ari had never felt such peace and love in her life. She finally found something she never had Family.

The end.

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CHILL BABY (6)

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 Five

April 2025

Under the dazzling lights of Las Vegas, amidst the glitz and glamour of WrestleMania Weekend, Yami found herself at the heart of the action, not as a competitor in the ring, but as a guest on The Nikki & Brie Show, recorded live from the SiriusXM Studios at the Wynn Las Vegas.

The air buzzed with anticipation as fans and superstars alike converged for the most anticipated event in sports entertainment.

Seated across from Brie and Nicole, Yami exuded a calm confidence, her presence commanding attention even in the bustling studio. When the conversation turned to her personal life, she offered a playful smile.

“I’m off the market,” she declared. “My man has made it clear I'm not going anywhere.” Her words, though lighthearted, carried the weight of genuine affection and commitment.

Though she wasn't scheduled to wrestle at WrestleMania 41, Yami's support for Jacob was unwavering. She was there to cheer him on in his singles match for the WWE United States Championship, a title he had long coveted. Her dedication to him was evident, not just in her words but in her presence, a constant source of strength and encouragement.

The interview delved deeper into Yami's journey, from her tumultuous youth to her rise in the wrestling world and her success in the beauty industry. She reflected on her "pinch me" moments, acknowledging the challenges she had overcome and the resilience that had propelled her forward. Her unrelenting attitude, a hallmark of her persona, was not just a character trait but a reflection of her life experiences.

When asked about the possibility of joining a Total Divas reboot, Yami's response was measured. She expressed interest, noting that it would depend on the direction the show took and how it aligned with her personal and professional aspirations. Her openness to the idea highlighted her adaptability and willingness to explore new avenues within the industry.

As the conversation shifted to WrestleMania Weekend, Yami shared her thoughts on some of the most talked-about matches and storylines. She expressed her support for Naomi in her match against Jade Cargill, stating, “I’m Team Naomi, that's family and you gotta stick with family.” Her loyalty to Trinity was rooted in their shared history and mutual respect, transcending the scripted rivalries of the ring.

Later that evening, Yami attended the WWE Hall of Fame ceremony at the Fontainebleau Las Vegas hotel. Seated with Trinity, Sefa, and Aphrodite, she observed the proceedings with a mixture of admiration and fatigue.

The ceremony, delayed by half an hour and lasting until nearly 1:30 AM without breaks, tested the endurance of all in attendance. Despite the late hour, Yami remained composed, her demeanor a testament to her professionalism.

Returning to her hotel room with Jacob, Yami was visibly exhausted. Jacob, ever attentive, chuckled as she collapsed onto the bed fully dressed. “I told you to skip it but no you wanted to go,” he teased, his voice laced with affection. He gently undressed her, removing her makeup and jewelry, and placed her in her bonnet, a small but intimate gesture of care. Yami, already asleep, offered a contented sigh, her trust in him evident in her peaceful slumber.

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The following day, WrestleMania Saturday dawned with the electrifying energy characteristic of the event. Triple H took to the stage, hyping the crowd for the monumental night ahead. The matches that followed were filled with high stakes and emotional moments. Joshua clinched the World Heavyweight Championship, celebrating with his twin brother Jon in a heartfelt embrace.

The New Day, Kingston and Woods, performed their Midnight Hour finisher on Ivar, securing the World Tag Team Championship. In a highly anticipated bout, Jade Cargill faced Trinity. The match was a showcase of strength and agility, with Trinity executing a running bulldog and a split-legged moonsault for a nearfall. However, Jade's power proved decisive as she delivered a powerbomb followed by her finishing move, Jaded, to win the match.

As the evening progressed, Jacob prepared for his match against LA Knight for the United States Championship. Yami, ever supportive, kissed him and wished him good luck, her words a source of encouragement.

The match itself was a display of athleticism and resilience. Jacob dominated much of the bout, countering Knight's moves with precision. The climax saw Knight countering a double-jump top-rope moonsault, nearly securing a pinfall. However, Jacob's determination shone through as he delivered a top-rope Samoan Drop and two double-jump top-rope moonsaults, ultimately winning the title.

In the aftermath, Haku joined Jacob in the ring to celebrate his victory. Yami, overwhelmed with pride, rushed to the gorilla position to meet him. As Jacob made his way backstage, she leaped into his arms, her voice filled with joy. “You did that shit, baby,” she exclaimed, her words a testament to her unwavering belief in him.

The night was a culmination of hard work, dedication, and the support of loved ones, marking a significant milestone in both their careers.

For Yami, WrestleMania Weekend was more than just an event; it was a celebration of her journey, her relationships, and her unyielding spirit. From the SiriusXM Studios to the Hall of Fame ceremony, and finally to the ring where Jacob secured the United States Championship, she stood as a testament to resilience, loyalty, and the power of love.

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The beat of the music pulsed through the walls, vibrating the air around the VIP section of the club. The celebration was in full swing. Bottles popped. Cameras flashed. The bass dropped like thunder behind the laughter and shouting, as friends and family toasted Jacob’s massive victory, he was now the United States Champion.

Yet amid all the noise, Yami only had eyes for Jacob. He, too, seemed hyper-focused despite the sensory overload, watching her with a gaze that hadn’t wavered all night.

She stood there glowing in a metallic gold mini-dress, her skin kissed by the ambient light. Her curls framed her face perfectly, and her smile was all he needed to know this night would stay etched in his soul forever. Jacob had always known this woman was special. She was fiery, fearless, and unapologetic.

But tonight, he saw something else. She was his calm in chaos. She was the one for him. His forever.

He leaned into her ear, his voice low, intimate. “Step outside with me?”

Yami raised a brow, teasing. “The party just started. You tryin’ to sneak away already, champ?”

Jacob smirked. “Just for a minute. Trust me.”

Curiosity tugged at her. She followed him through the private back entrance, past a bouncer who gave Jacob a knowing nod. The Vegas air was warm but crisp in the early spring night. The Strip glittered in the distance like a string of stars draped across earth. They stood in a quiet, roped-off rooftop space, far above the noise.

Jacob turned to her, his expression suddenly serious, but soft. “You ever think about how far we’ve come?”

Yami tilted her head, eyes narrowing playfully. “This a sentimental moment? You about to cry or something?”

He chuckled, rubbing his beard. “I might. You have become a big part of me. You have made me whole.”

“Awe, baby, you were already whole, I just made you see it for yourself,” she quipped.

That earned a laugh from him, full and real. Then his hand reached into the inside pocket of his jacket. Her breath caught the second she saw the small black box.

“Jacob…” Her voice dropped into a whisper.

“I don’t wanna do this on no extra shit or wait six months for some staged moment. I want it now. While my family's here. While you’re glowing like you own the damn sky. I’m not waiting another minute.”

He got down on one knee, the glimmer of the ring catching the rooftop lights. “Yami… will you marry me?”

Everything froze. The strip, the club, the world itself, it all vanished in a haze. Yami’s hand flew to her mouth, eyes shimmering.

“You for real?”

“As real as it gets.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, smudging her liner just enough to make her laugh as she nodded. “Yes. Of course, yes!”

Jacob stood and scooped her into a kiss that blocked out all sound. Somewhere behind them, cheers erupted, apparently, some of the family had followed them up without either of them noticing. Sefa was the first to charge over, lifting Jacob into a tight hug that nearly crushed his ribs. Trinity was next, embracing Yami with a squeal.

The celebration that night shifted into something else, still full of champagne and dancing, but now laced with something deeper. A promise. A future. The talk of the club was no longer just the new champion but the newly engaged couple.

The next morning, Yami groaned as she rolled over in bed, the sun creeping through the sheer curtains of the hotel suite. Her head was heavy, her body exhausted from the night’s whirlwind. She stretched, blinked and frowned.

Jacob wasn’t in bed.

Her fingers brushed the cool sheets beside her. That man always got up early after a win, high off adrenaline but still, it was their first morning engaged. She expected kisses, maybe room service and stolen cuddles before the chaos of WrestleMania Sunday kicked off.

She reached for her phone, then noticed a note on the pillow:

Get dressed. Hair up. Simple makeup. White. Trust me. Be ready in 45 minutes. – J

She blinked. “White?”

Her brows furrowed as she sat up. Then she noticed the clothing bag hanging on the door. A soft, off-white gown, elegant but simple, hung inside. No glitter. No frills. Just class. Her heart started to race.

“Oh no, what is this man up to...?”

At 10:30 am, Yami’s heels clicked against the sidewalk as the car parked at the iconic Las Vegas wedding chapel. It was a quiet street, lined with palms and sunshine, but when the door opened, she nearly lost her breath.

The Fatu family stood outside, waiting. Trinity. Jon. Joshua. Sefa. Haku. Aphrodite. All forty of them. Even Jacob’s kids were dressed up and holding small lei garlands.

Jacob stood at the entrance in traditional Samoan garments: a lavalava wrapped around his waist, a tapa sash across his chest. He looked regal, grounded, radiant with pride. In his hands, he held a white lei and a flower crown made of white hibiscus and pikake.

“What… is this?” she said, stepping out with disbelief in her voice.

“A wedding,” he grinned. “Ours.”

“You planned a wedding in less than 10 hours?”

Jacob gave her a look. “You surprised? You think I was gonna propose and not marry you asap?”

She laughed through the tears already forming. “You are out of your damn mind.”

“And you love it.”

She nodded. “I do.”

He walked toward her slowly, music beginning to play softly, a mix of traditional Samoan drums and gentle vocals humming through speakers hidden by the garden. He placed the lei over her neck and the crown gently atop her curls. Her fingers touched his chest.

“You sure?” she whispered.

Jacob looked into her eyes, unwavering. “You’re my day one. I never been more sure of anything in my life.”

The ceremony was short but deeply rooted in culture. Haku gave a short blessing, followed by a Samoan wedding chant delivered by an elder cousin who had flown in late the night before. They exchanged rings—gold, solid, timeless. Their vows were personal. Simple.

“I promise to protect you, laugh with you, build with you, and never let this industry come between what we got.”

“I promise to fight with you, for you, beside you, always. You’re my peace, Jacob. And my fire.”

They kissed beneath the white chapel arch while the small crowd erupted in cheers.

Later that morning, backstage at Allegiant Stadium, Yami and Jacob returned to WrestleMania for Day Two, not just as attendees, but as newlyweds. Yami now wore a crisp white jumpsuit and a “Mrs. Fatu” nameplate necklace that Trinity had given her minutes after the ceremony. Her eyes sparkled more than usual. Her phone buzzed endlessly with texts and social media pings.

The whole roster seemed to buzz with the news. LA Knight even offered a joking toast backstage, saying, “He took my title and locked down the baddest one in the room. Respect!”

Yami beamed as she walked through the locker room, hand-in-hand with Jacob. There was a different air around them now like they’d leveled up from power couple to something mythical. Unshakeable. Inevitable.

As the opening pyro roared above the stadium and thousands of fans screamed, Yami leaned into Jacob’s ear with a mischievous grin.

“You really just snuck-marry me before brunch.”

Jacob kissed her temple. “Now you’re stuck with me. Forever.”

She laughed. “Good. I’m not going anywhere.”

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It didn’t take long. Before the opening match of WrestleMania Sunday even finished, the wrestling world and the internet at large was on fire.

They were trending globally.

Yami’s Instagram story had teased it first, just a single photo of a heart shaped wedding cakes with the words til death written in icing on it and the caption: “4.20.25.”

Within minutes, screenshots flooded Twitter. TikToks went up from fans who happened to be near the Little White Chapel that morning, catching glimpses of the ceremony from across the street. Wrestling pages and gossip blogs alike raced to confirm the news. TMZ, Sports Illustrated, and even People Magazine had picked it up by early afternoon.

Surprise Wedding in Vegas! WWE’s Jacob Fatu and Beauty Mogul/Wrestler Yami Tie the Knot in Intimate Samoan-Inspired Ceremony.

“They Said ‘I Do’ Before They Said ‘Let’s Go!’” – Couple Marries Just Hours Before WrestleMania Day Two.

“Power. Loyalty. Legacy. This Is What Love Looks Like.” – A viral fan edit on TikTok racked up 2.3 million views in 5 hours, using slow-motion footage of their kiss set to SZA’s Good Days.

In backstage interviews during WrestleMania, WWE’s own social team leaned into the story, capturing exclusive footage of Jacob and Yami walking hand-in-hand through the stadium, showing off their new rings. Sefa gave a quick shoutout on camera, beaming: “Y’all already know. That’s family. And now it’s official-official.”

Even Rikishi posted, quoting a picture of the newlyweds: A Samoan Dynasty moves forward with strength and grace. Congratulations to Mr. & Mrs. Fatu.

Fans were split between shock and joy. Some had always rooted for the couple, calling them "goals" since Yami first appeared at Jacob’s side months ago. Others were completely caught off guard.

“They really did a title win AND a wedding in the same weekend? Peak Samoan excellence.” — @WrestleTeaQueen

“Yami really said ‘catch me in a bonnet one night and a wedding veil the next’ and I respect the HELL outta that.” — @girlinthearena

“Jacob Fatu got his US title and his wife within 24 hours. Roman somewhere watching like ‘I taught them well.’” — @HeadofTheTea

“WWE needs to make this a documentary ASAP. I want the vows, the planning, the chapel, ALL of it.” — @KayfabeFeels

Even those outside the wrestling bubble noticed. Forbes included it in their WrestleMania recap, citing the union as a PR dream for WWE—a real love story in a business often filled with storylines and kayfabe relationships.

“Yami isn’t just another Diva-turned-entrepreneur,” they wrote. “She’s a self-made mogul who came from real-life struggle and chaos, and Jacob Fatu is wrestling royalty with a warrior’s soul. Together, they symbolize the evolving face of wrestling power couples with less glitz and more grit.”

Meanwhile, PR analysts speculated that a reality show might be in the works. The buzz around the spontaneous wedding, the championship win, and their family roots had all the makings of a high-rating docuseries. Some claimed WWE had been quietly filming behind the scenes since WrestleMania weekend began.

Later that week, on The Nikki & Brie Show’s WrestleMania Recap episode, Yami made a surprise call-in appearance. Her voice, still giddy from the weekend, held that post-honeymoon glow, even if it had only been 72 hours.

“You really did it like that?” Nikki asked, laughing. “Like one night you’re at the club with your man, and the next morning you’re a wife?”

Yami chuckled. “He didn’t even give me time to freak out. That man handed me a note and a dress and said, ‘Be ready in 45 minutes.’”

Brie gasped. “You didn’t even know?”

“I thought maybe brunch or a spa,” Yami said. “Not a damn wedding with the whole dynasty outside the chapel.”

“But you looked incredible,” Nikki added. “You both did. And girl, that white hibiscus crown? I got chills.”

Yami’s tone shifted, soft, emotional. “It was perfect. I never thought I’d have a moment like that. Not with the life I came from. Not with all the trauma, the chaos... but Jacob sees me. All of me. And he never blinked. That man’s love is spiritual.”

On the first SmackDown after WrestleMania, WWE leaned into the moment, opening the show with a highlight reel of Jacob’s championship win spliced with footage from the wedding. The crowd in the arena erupted at the kiss. Chants of “MRS. FATU!” broke out when Yami made a surprise run-in during Jacob’s post-match segment, the commentary sealed the narrative: “They went to Vegas for WrestleMania, but they left with more than gold. They’ve got legacy. They’ve got love. This is the new era of the Samoan Dynasty, and the Fatu name just got even stronger.

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CHILL BABY MASTERLIST

Jacob Fatu x Afro-Asian OC

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.

Jacob Fatu (born March 7, 1992) is an American professional wrestler. He is signed to WWE, where he performs on the SmackDown brand as a member of The Bloodline stable. He is also known for his time in Major League Wrestling (MLW), where he was a one-time MLW National Openweight Champion and a one-time MLW World Heavyweight Champion, holding the record for the longest reign in the latter title's history at 819 days.

Yami Veronique Rosnay (born May 29, 1993) is an American professional wrestler. She is signed to WWE, where she performs on the SmackDown brand.

Chapter One

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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 Four

February 2025

Jacob and Yami had been looking forward to this day for weeks. Valentine’s Day. It was their first Valentine’s together, and they had only been a couple since December. Yet, in those few short months, their connection had grown deeper with each passing day. It was a connection that felt inevitable as if their paths had been meant to cross, and now, everything seemed to align perfectly. They were not just a couple, they were a team, their lives intertwining more and more, sharing intimate moments, conversations, and laughter, and their relationship developing into something that made both of them feel seen, understood, and valued. And this particular Valentine's Day, Yami was determined to make it special for Jacob.

The couple was in Washington, D.C., staying at a hotel near the Capital One Arena, where they were working the Friday Night Smackdown show later that evening. They planned on spending time together before the show, and Yami had a plan to surprise Jacob. She knew he had been hitting the hotel gym that morning, enjoying his workout alongside his cousins, who were also in town for the event. Yami decided that the early morning hours were the perfect time to execute her thoughtful surprise.

With a determined smile, Yami arranged for a beautiful bouquet of roses to be delivered to Jacob at the gym. The bouquet, a collection of deep red roses, their petals perfectly unfurled, was accompanied by a card that read, “Will you be my Valentine?” It was simple but meaningful, just the right gesture to show Jacob how much she cared and how much he meant to her. As the delivery made its way toward the hotel gym, Yami made a mental note of what was next on her list: breakfast. She had to make sure Jacob had the best start to his Valentine’s Day, so she headed out to pick up his favorite breakfast from Waffle House. It was a comfort meal, something he loved, and Yami knew it would make Jacob smile.

Meanwhile, Jacob was lost in the rhythm of his workout at the hotel gym. He was lifting weights, sweat glistening on his brow as his cousins Jonathan and Joseph offered lighthearted commentary and encouragement. The gym was filled with the clank of weights and the occasional grunt of effort, but Jacob was too focused on his sets to think about anything else. That was until the front desk attendant appeared, holding a bouquet of roses with a smile. “These are for you,” the attendant said, handing the bouquet to Jacob.

Jacob stopped mid-rep, confusion etching across his face as he stared at the roses in his hands. “Oh, wow,” he said, stunned by the unexpected gift. It wasn’t something that happened every day. He’d never been in a situation where someone asked him to be their Valentine, and the gesture caught him off guard.

His cousin Jonathan, ever the joker, let out a laugh. “I ain’t never get asked to be someone’s Valentine,” he said, shaking his head.

Joseph, ever the practical one, chuckled softly as he glanced at Jacob. “Yami doing this? That’s so her,” he remarked with a knowing grin. “She knows how to make you feel special.”

Jacob grinned, holding the bouquet close to his chest. “Let me go to my woman,” he said, already feeling a rush of affection. He was eager to get back to their room, his heart beating faster with excitement.

“Use a condom!” Joseph called out after him, unable to resist the playful tease. Jonathan burst into laughter, but Jacob didn’t stop to entertain them any longer. He was already making his way to the elevator, the roses still clutched tightly in his hands.

The elevator doors closed with a soft chime, and Jacob stood there, smiling at the bouquet. He felt like a lovesick teenager, his mind spinning with excitement. He could hardly believe this was his reality, that someone like Yami, someone so beautiful, thoughtful, and kind, had chosen him. He had never experienced a love like this before. It was pure, it was real, and it made him feel seen, appreciated, and like he truly mattered.

As the elevator rose toward their floor, Jacob replayed the moment in his head, his heart swelling with emotion. This wasn’t just a Valentine’s Day surprise, it was a reminder of how far they had come together. The past couple of months had been nothing short of magical, and Jacob couldn’t help but feel thankful for every moment. When the elevator doors opened, he stepped out into the hallway, eager to see what else Yami had in store for him.

As Jacob walked into their hotel room, he was immediately greeted by the sight of the space transformed. The room was adorned with flowers—roses, of course, along with other vibrant blooms that filled the air with a sweet fragrance. Heart-shaped balloons floated above the bed, their metallic surfaces gleaming in the soft light filtering through the window. And on the mirror, there was a heart shape made entirely out of sticker notes. In the center of the heart, a handwritten note read, “Hope you enjoyed the gym. Shower up, and let’s eat breakfast.”

Jacob’s breath caught in his throat at the sight. He was overwhelmed by the thought and effort Yami had put into creating this special moment. It was beyond anything he had expected. He gently placed the bouquet on the table, then made his way to the bathroom to shower, a smile never leaving his face.

By the time Jacob finished his shower, Yami was already in the room, wrapped in a grey robe with a hoodie pulled over her head. She looked effortlessly beautiful, her smile bright as she stood beside a small table that held their breakfast. The plates were carefully plated, a comforting spread of eggs, hash browns, sausages, and waffles, the perfect start to the day. As Yami handed Jacob a robe similar to hers, she gave him a playful grin.

Jacob, still in awe of the morning's events, looked at Yami with appreciation. “I ain’t never get flowers before,” he said, his voice filled with genuine wonder.

Yami chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling. “Be prepared to receive them often,” she said, her tone light but sincere.

Jacob, a little nervous but filled with happiness, nodded eagerly. “Yes,” he said, his voice steady. “Yes, I’ll be your Valentine.”

Yami’s smile widened, her eyes softening with affection. “Yay! Thank you,” she said, her voice full of warmth. “Let’s eat, and then we can have some real fun.” She winked at him, and Jacob couldn’t help but laugh, his heart full of joy. This was exactly what he had always wanted, someone who made him feel special, someone who saw him for who he truly was. He had found that in Yami, and he was determined to show her how much she meant to him every day.

As they sat down to enjoy their breakfast together, the quiet hum of the hotel room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in the moment. They ate, talked, and laughed, enjoying the simple yet meaningful connection they shared. There was no rush, no pressure, just the joy of being together. It was a perfect start to what would surely be a perfect day.

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It was Jacob’s turn to make it special for Yami. The scene was set backstage at the Capital One Arena in Washington, D.C., where the Friday Night Smackdown show was in full swing.

The air was thick with energy, the low hum of excited voices, and the pounding bass of the arena's sound system drifting from the main stage. Wrestlers hurried through hallways, staff moved in synchronized chaos, and the smell of popcorn and energy drinks wafted through the air. But amidst the excitement of the evening, Jacob had only one focus—Yami.

As Yami’s match against Tiffany progressed, Jacob stood backstage, watching Yami with a mixture of awe and pride. She was a force to be reckoned with, and seeing her out there in the ring reminded him of why he had fallen for her. Yami wasn’t just strong physically; she was strong in spirit, and that was what Jacob admired most about her. The way she carried herself, the way she navigated both the complexities of her profession and the intricacies of their relationship, was something he would always cherish.

He knew that after the match, she would need some space to process her victory or defeat, depending on how things went, but Jacob was determined to be there for her when she walked off that stage. He had his plans for making the day unforgettable. Valentine’s Day was often filled with roses, chocolates, and romantic gestures but Jacob wanted to take it one step further. He wanted to pour his heart into a moment Yami would never forget, and he knew it had to be a moment that was uniquely them.

After what felt like an eternity, the sound of Yami’s entrance music echoed through the arena, signaling the end of her match. Her performance had been flawless, powerful, graceful, and precise, as always but more than that, she had fought with heart. She had a fire inside of her that couldn’t be extinguished, and that fire was something Jacob admired deeply.

Now, as he stood waiting for her, he could feel the anticipation building in his chest. This would be their moment. This would be the moment he would let her know just how much she meant to him.

Yami emerged from the backstage area, her body still flushed from the physical exertion of the match. Her face was flushed with a mix of adrenaline and satisfaction, but there was something else in her eyes—vulnerability. It was the moment when the bravado of the fighter fell away, and the woman beneath it surfaced, a woman who wanted to be loved, cherished, and understood. Jacob’s heart swelled as he caught sight of her. She was so beautiful, even in the aftermath of her battle.

As Yami walked down the narrow hallway, her head slightly tilted, and a small smile tugging at her lips, Jacob stepped forward. He couldn’t wait any longer. He had to do this now, while they were alone before anything else could distract them from what he had planned.

He approached her with purpose, the bouquet of roses in his hand and a small bag of her favorite candy, Sour Patches, tucked in his other hand. She looked up, her eyes meeting his, a slight furrow crossing her brow as she tried to make sense of what was unfolding.

“Hey,” Jacob said softly, his voice a little breathless with excitement and nerves. He wasn’t sure if he could even speak clearly, his emotions running high. “I have something for you.”

Yami’s eyes softened as she looked at him, her lips parting slightly in surprise. “Jacob, what is this?” she asked, her voice gentle but full of curiosity.

Jacob grinned, holding the bouquet of roses out to her. “It’s for you. Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said, his voice trembling with the sincerity of his feelings.

Her hands reached out instinctively to take the bouquet, and as she did, she noticed the familiar bag of Sour Patches candy, her favorite. She smiled knowingly. “Sour Patches too?” she teased, her voice light and teasing.

Jacob nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. “Of course. I know you’re a sucker for them,” he said with a grin. But then, as if the weight of the moment finally settled on him, Jacob cleared his throat. He wasn’t done.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small folded piece of paper. He unfolded it carefully, his heart pounding as he gazed at the poem he had written just for her. This wasn’t just any poem; it was a reflection of his feelings, of how he saw her, of what she meant to him.

He took a deep breath, his eyes flicking up to meet Yami’s. “There’s something else I want to say,” he began. “I wrote this for you.” He paused for a moment, feeling the nervousness rising in his chest. But he steadied himself. He had to do this right. He had to let her know what she meant to him.

Yami listened intently, her eyes glistening with something soft and tender. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but she could tell from the way Jacob was looking at her that this was important.

Jacob began to read, his voice steady but filled with emotion:

“From the first moment we met, I knew,

There was something about you, something true.

With every smile and every touch,

I knew that I cared for you so much.

You’re the strength that lifts me when I fall,

The voice of reason, my guide through it all.

And though I’ve seen you fight with might,

It’s your heart that shines the brightest light.

So, on this day, I take this chance,

To ask you to be mine, with this simple dance,

Will you be my Valentine, my love, my friend?

Let’s walk this path, together, till the end.”

Jacob looked up from the paper, his heart racing, waiting for Yami’s response.

Yami stood frozen for a moment, her heart caught in her throat. She had never heard anything so sincere, so beautiful. The poem was like a reflection of the love she felt for him was powerful, raw, and true. A tear slipped down her cheek, her chest tight with emotion. She blinked, trying to hold it together, but the weight of Jacob’s words was too much.

She looked at him, her eyes filled with gratitude, love, and a touch of awe. Her voice trembled as she spoke. “Jacob… you… you’re incredible.”

Jacob’s heart swelled with happiness as he watched her tear up, his own eyes misting with emotion. This was it. This was the moment when everything clicked into place. She was the one. And she was standing right in front of him, accepting his love.

Yami stepped forward, closing the distance between them. She cupped his face gently with her hands, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. She searched his eyes for a moment, her breath shaky, before she leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips.

It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a kiss that conveyed everything they had built together in their short time together. It was sweet, tender, and full of promise, a promise of more moments like this, more love, more memories.

When the kiss finally ended, they both pulled back slightly, their foreheads resting against each other.

“Of course, I’ll be your Valentine,” Yami whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Jacob grinned, his hands holding her tighter as he pulled her back into another kiss, feeling the overwhelming joy that filled him. He had done it. He had made Valentine’s Day something unforgettable for her. But more than that, he had shown Yami just how much she meant to him, in the most sincere, vulnerable way possible.

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After the excitement of the Friday Night Smackdown show had died down and the crowds had slowly dispersed from Capital One Arena, the night still held a lingering energy. The arena was no longer filled with deafening cheers and bright spotlights, but the city of Washington, D.C. hummed with quiet excitement. For Jacob and Yami, the night was far from over. It had just begun. Their Valentine’s Day had already been filled with sweet surprises, from Yami sending Jacob roses at the gym to the roses and Sour Patches backstage to the tender moment when Jacob had asked her to be his Valentine with a poem. But now, as the city’s nighttime pulse thrummed around them, the couple found themselves headed to an intimate dinner, a quiet retreat to share their private moment.

They walked side by side, hand in hand, down the dimly lit streets of D.C., the cool evening air carrying the scent of fresh rain on the pavement. There was a calmness now, after the rush of the day. Jacob could feel the warmth of Yami’s hand in his, and every step with her felt natural like they had always been walking this path together. He had planned for this dinner a week before at an upscale restaurant tucked away in a corner of the city, a place known for its intimate ambiance and exquisite food. He wanted tonight to be special for her, a time to reflect on all the memories they had created together, and to set the stage for what was to come.

When they arrived, the maître d' led them to their table, a cozy corner booth that offered both privacy and a perfect view of the city lights through the restaurant’s large windows. A soft candle flickered between them, casting a warm glow over their faces. The ambiance was elegant but not ostentatious, with subtle music playing in the background, allowing them to focus on one another.

Yami settled into the plush seat, looking around with appreciation. “This place is beautiful,” she said, her eyes softening as she took in the atmosphere. “You know how to plan a night.”

Jacob smiled, his heart swelling at the compliment. He took a seat across from her, and for a moment, they simply gazed at each other, comfortable in the silence. It was a rare thing for them, a moment without distractions, just the two of them. The hum of the restaurant was a gentle backdrop, but all Jacob could hear was the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the soft sound of Yami’s breathing.

“I wanted tonight to be perfect for you,” Jacob said, his voice quiet but filled with sincerity. “You’ve made this Valentine’s Day one I’ll never forget. I just wanted to return the favor.”

Yami’s smile softened as she met his gaze. “You’ve already made it perfect, Jacob. You’ve done more than enough.”

Their waiter arrived at the table, offering them a selection of wine to pair with their meals. They made their choices, and as the waiter departed, Jacob’s eyes didn’t leave Yami’s. The moment felt right. It felt like they had reached a point in their relationship where the conversation could turn from lighthearted flirtation to something deeper, something more meaningful.

For a brief second, Jacob hesitated. His fingers traced the edge of his glass, and he took a breath. He had been thinking about this for a while. He had never been one to rush into anything, but with Yami, everything felt so right. He didn’t want to waste time wondering what could be when he already knew what he wanted.

Yami noticed the shift in his demeanor, the way his smile faded into something more thoughtful. She tilted her head slightly, her curiosity piqued. “What’s on your mind?” she asked, her voice tender, almost coaxing.

Jacob looked at her for a moment, then set down his glass and leaned in just a little closer. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us,” he began, his voice steady but with an undertone of vulnerability that Yami immediately picked up on. “We’ve been together for a while now, and every day it feels like we just… fit. I don’t know how else to explain it. It just feels like… like I’ve found something real.”

Yami’s heart skipped a beat. The words hit her in a way she hadn’t expected, and she felt a warmth spread through her chest. She didn’t say anything, though. She simply nodded, waiting for Jacob to continue. She could tell he had more to say.

Jacob’s eyes held hers, and there was an intensity there, something deeper than the surface level of their relationship. “I guess what I’m trying to say is…” He trailed off for a moment, his throat tightening with nerves he hadn’t expected. He cleared it and then looked at her with a steady gaze. “Would you ever want to get married?”

The question hung in the air like the soft flicker of the candle between them. Jacob’s heart thudded in his chest, but there was something freeing about asking the question aloud. It had been on his mind for a while, but hearing himself say it made everything feel real. There was no taking it back now.

Yami’s expression softened, her lips curving into a slight smile as she leaned back in her seat, processing the question. It wasn’t a question she had expected tonight, but she wasn’t caught off guard by it. She had felt the same connection, the same pull between them. The question wasn’t whether they loved each other, but whether they both envisioned a future together in the same way.

She took a deep breath, her fingers gently tracing the rim of her wine glass as she thought about her response. Jacob’s question wasn’t a rushed one; it wasn’t one born out of pressure, but out of a genuine curiosity, a desire to know if they were on the same page.

Finally, she met his gaze again, her eyes soft, but with a touch of playfulness. “Only if you’re asking,” she said, her voice teasing, but there was an underlying sincerity in her words. She knew exactly what she meant. She wasn’t ready to put her heart into something unless it was with someone who truly meant to make that commitment. But she was also open to the possibility.

Jacob felt a rush of relief wash over him at her response. He could tell by the way she looked at him, by the way she spoke, that she wasn’t closed off to the idea. She wasn’t saying no, she was simply putting the ball in his court. And in that moment, he realized that the only way forward with her was with full transparency, with no fear of asking the hard questions or making the bold moves.

He leaned forward slightly, his voice low but filled with determination. “I am asking,” he said, his words coming out with more certainty than he had expected. “And I’m asking because I want you to be my forever. I want to build a life with you, and I don’t want to wait around for the future when the present already feels this good.”

Yami’s heart swelled with emotion at his words. She felt the depth of his sincerity, and it touched her in a way nothing else had. She hadn’t expected such an earnest confession on Valentine’s Day, but it felt right. She could feel her own emotions rising, a soft flush warming her cheeks as she reached across the table, taking his hand in hers.

“Then yes,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “Yes, I would want to get married… if you’re asking.”

Jacob’s heart soared at her response. His thumb brushed over her knuckles as he squeezed her hand gently. There was no grand gesture, no dramatic moment just the quiet understanding that they both wanted the same thing, that they were ready to take the next step together.

For a moment, they both sat in the warmth of their shared silence, simply enjoying the truth of their connection, this realization, was all they needed.

The future stretched out before them, bright with possibilities, and they knew they would face it together, whatever it held.

And in that quiet corner of the restaurant, in the intimacy of the moment, they shared another kiss. A kiss that held more than just affection, it held the promise of a life they would build, hand in hand, one step at a time.

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CHILL BABY (3)

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 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."