#jimmy x naomi x oc

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Triple Threat | Jimmy Uso x Naomi x Black fem!OC | SMUT (18+!!!)

Description: Tatiana realizes a potential complication in her relationship with Jimmy and Naomi.

Chapter: 2/5

Face Claim: Arsema Thomas

Warnings: Mentions of Dom/Switch/sub dynamic, petnames, nothing else really.

This is the Jimmy and Naomi x Tatiana sequel to Swipe Right, Rivals With Benefits, Kiss It Better, Baddie and The Beast and The Nanny. 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, please scroll. You have been warned.

Word count: 2,185

My masterlist can be found here.

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Tatiana wakes up the next morning feeling both satisfied and giddy. She's still feeling a bit sore from the previous night's activities, but she can't help but smile as she remembers how good it felt to submit to Jimmy and Naomi.

As she walks into the kitchen, she sees Jimmy and Naomi preparing breakfast for her. They both greet her with warm smiles and kisses, making her feel even more cherished.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Jimmy says, pulling out a chair for her at the table.

Tatiana sits down at the table, her heart fluttering at the simple gesture. She can't remember the last time anyone had been so sweet to her.

Naomi sets a plate of pancakes and bacon in front of her, and Jimmy pours her a glass of orange juice. They both take their seats across from her, their eyes filled with affection.

"Did you sleep well, baby?" Naomi asks, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind Tatiana's ear.

Tatiana nods, a shy smile on her face. She's still a little embarrassed by how submissive she was the night before, but the way Jimmy and Naomi are treating her now makes her feel so cared for and strangely enough subby, just in a different way.

"I did," she says softly. "Thank you for breakfast. You didn't have to do all this for me."

Jimmy chuckles, shaking his head. "Of course we did," he says. "You deserve to be pampered after being so good for us last night."

Naomi nods in agreement, reaching across the table to take Tatiana's hand.

"You're our good girl," she says, her voice filled with warmth. "And we'll always take care of you."

They finish breakfast together, Jimmy and Naomi both making sure Tatiana eats enough to satisfy her hunger. They exchange flirty banter and lighthearted conversation, all while continuing to dote on her.

As they clear the table and begin to clean up the kitchen, Jimmy turns to Tatiana with a hopeful expression.

"We were wondering, babygirl..." he says, his voice soft and persuasive. "Would you like to go on a second date with us?"

Tatiana's heart flutters at the question. The idea of spending more time with Jimmy and Naomi makes her feel both nervous and excited.

She glances at them both, her eyes darting between their faces as she considers her answer. She doesn't want to seem too eager, but she can't deny that she's very much interested in spending more time with them.

"I'd love to," she says finally, a small smile spreading across her face.

Jimmy and Naomi exchange a pleased look at her response.

"How about this weekend?" Naomi suggests, stepping closer to Tatiana and wrapping an arm around her waist. "We could go have a picnic in the park, and then maybe take you back to our place afterwards..."

Jimmy nods in agreement, moving to stand on the other side of Tatiana. He places a hand on her hip, his fingers brushing against Naomi's as they both hold her between them.

"Sounds perfect," he says, his voice low and husky. "We'll take care of everything, all you have to do is show up looking as beautiful as always."

Tatiana's phone buzzes in her pocket, interrupting the intimate moment between the three of them. She frowns as she pulls it out and sees the text message from her brother, inwardly groaning a bit.

From: Devon

URGENT! meet us at the office.

Jimmy and Naomi both look concerned as they see the expression on her face.

"Everything okay, babygirl?" Jimmy asks.

"It's nothing," Tatiana says quickly, tucking her phone back into her pocket and forcing a smile onto her face. "Just my brother being dramatic as usual."

Naomi raises an eyebrow, clearly not convinced by her explanation. She can Tatiana is lying, she's always been one that was good at peeping game but she doesn't press the issue.

Jimmy looks like he wants to question her further, but he seems to decide against it. "Alright," he says instead, still looking a bit skeptical. "Just making sure you're okay."

They say their goodbyes, with Tatiana giving them each a quick kiss before leaving.

She heads to her brother's office, feeling a mix of irritation and anxiety. A part of her had just wanted to stay in her little bubble just her, Jim and Naomi and learn more about the couple that she so quickly was falling for. But alas, work had to be a buzz kill.

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Tatiana arrives at the office, a small and unassuming building on the outskirts of town. She takes a deep breath before entering, mentally preparing herself for whatever this was that so urgently needed her attention. She scanned her palm on the keypad gaining entry to Cara's computer room, that's where the three of them would typically debrief on new cases.

As she enters the room, she sees her brother and Cara standing there, both looking serious.

"Hey," she says, trying to keep her voice light. "What's going on?"

Cara has known Tatiana and Devon for years, since she and Tatiana were in kindergarten in fact. She's an extremely skilled hacker and investigator who handles the cyber stuff for their cases. She's like their very own Penelope Garcia from Criminal Minds. Well, maybe her fashion taste wasn't quite as colorful and out there. And in place of blonde pigtails she rocked chunky box braids.

Devon is Tatiana's older brother by 4 years. When he headed off into the real world and started his PI business it hadn't taken his baby sister very long to decide she wanted to follow in his footsteps. Despite being a total pain in the ass at times, Tatiana loves him dearly and trusts him with her life.

Devon looks up as Tatiana enters the room, his expression stern.

"Took you long enough," he says, crossing his arms over his chest. "We've been waiting for you."

Tatiana rolls her eyes, plopping down in the chair next to Cara.

"It's not my fault you summoned me so suddenly," she retorts, giving him a cheeky grin.

Devon huffs in annoyance, clearly not in the mood for her sass.

"This is serious, Tatiana," he says. "We have a new case."

Cara chimes in, turning her attention to the computer screen in front of her.

"And it's a big one," she adds, tapping away at the keyboard. "It's going to require all of our attention."

"So basically, we have a 61-year-old woman named Beatrice who's hired us to dig up some dirt on a wealthy wrestling family," Devon explains, pacing back and forth as he speaks.

Cara nods, continuing to type away on the computer. "Her daughter is dating this guy" she adds pulling up a photo of Jimmy's brother Solo Sikoa. Holy shit! Amanda's mom has hired them?

Tatiana's eyes widen in shock as she sees the photo of Solo on the screen. She tries her best to keep her expression neutral, but a small gasp escapes her lips.

Cara and Devon both turn to look at her, their eyes narrowing slightly as they notice her reaction.

"Something wrong?" Devon asks, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Huh? No. Nothing. Just.. This is the bloodline we're talking about. Like The Rock and his folks. Are you sure we aren't biting off more than we can chew, Devon?" Tatiana tries desperately for a reason to reject the case.

Devon rolls his eyes at her concern. "Don't be ridiculous, Tati," he says, waving a dismissive hand. "We've handled much more challenging cases than this. And besides, this is a big opportunity for us. The payout on this one will be enough to set us up for a while."

Cara chimes in again, nodding in agreement with Devon.

"He's right, Tati," she says, giving her a sidelong glance. "This is our chance to really make a name for ourselves. If we help in something as high profile as this.. it could mean huge things."

Tatiana groans inwardly, knowing that her protest would fall on deaf ears. She can't exactly tell them the reason she doesn't want to take the case is because she has a personal connection to Solo. That would just lead to more questions and suspicion.

She sighs, resigning herself to the fact that she's going to have to get involved in this mess whether she likes it or not.

Devon notices her reluctance but decides not to press the issue further. He knows his sister well enough to know that when she gets that look on her face, it's best to just let her stew in her thoughts for a while.

Cara glances at Tatiana, sensing that there's more going on than she's letting on. She makes a mental note to talk to her about it later, when they're alone.

After a few more minutes of planning, the three of them come up with a game plan for how to approach the case. They spend the rest of the day going over details and figuring out where to start.

As the day comes to an end, Cara grabs Tatiana by the arm as they're leaving the office.

"Hey, wait up," she says, pulling her aside. "We need to talk."

Tatiana raises an eyebrow, giving her a questioning look.

"What is it?" she asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

Cara glances around to make sure they're alone before speaking.

"I noticed you seemed a little... off, when we were discussing the case," she says, her tone gentle. "Like you didn't want to take it."

Tatiana sighs, knowing she can't hide her true feelings from Cara. The woman has always been able to read her like a book.

"Yeah, well.. it's a bit complicated," she admits, looking away from her friend.

Cara raises an eyebrow, sensing that there's something Tatiana isn't telling her.

"Complicated how?" she asks, leaning against the wall and crossing her arms. "You can talk to me, Tati. You know that."

Tatiana hesitates for a moment, debating whether or not to confide in Cara. But in the end, she knows that she can trust her friend with anything.

She takes a deep breath before finally speaking.

"Solo Sikoa... he's not just some random wrestler," she says quietly, avoiding eye contact.

Cara's eyes widen in surprise as the realization dawns on her.

"Wait a minute... you know him, don't you?" she asks, her tone full of shock.

Tatiana nods, finally meeting Cara's gaze.

"I do," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "And it's complicated because I kind of.. Have this thing with his brother and his sister in law."

Cara's jaw drops in disbelief.

"You have a thing with his brother AND his sister in law?!" she exclaims, her voice rising slightly. "What the hell, Tati?!"

Tatiana holds up her hands defensively, trying to calm Cara down.

"It's not what you think," she says quickly. "I mean, yeah, It kind of is.. It's like a poly situationship."

Cara's eyes widen even further, if that's even possible.

"A poly situationship?" she repeats, clearly stunned. "You mean, like a threesome situation?"

Tatiana winces at Cara's choice of words, but nods nonetheless.

"Yeah... something like that," she admits, looking down at the floor. "But it's more than that. It's deeper than just some threesome."

Cara takes a moment to process this new information, her mind racing with a million questions.

"You cannot utter a word of this to Devon, okay?" Tatiana sighs.

Cara snaps out of her shock and nods firmly.

"Of course not," she says quickly. "Your secret is safe with me."

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As Tatiana drives home, she can't help but feel a mix of emotions. Excitement at the thought of seeing her new partners again, anxiety about taking on this case and hiding it from her brother, and guilt for keeping secrets from both him and Cara and pretty much everyone.

She couldn't tell Jimmy and Naomi about the case, not without compromising it.

Hell, it was already compromised though wasn't it? She's biased. She has intimate connections with the family of the target.

By the time she reaches her apartment, her head is spinning with conflicting thoughts and feelings. She enters her home and throws her keys onto the counter, letting out a frustrated sigh.

She needs a drink.

Tatiana walks over to her liquor cabinet and grabs a bottle of whiskey. She pours herself a generous glass and downs it in one gulp, relishing the burn as it goes down her throat.

She pours herself another one and heads over to the couch, flopping down on it with a groan.

She takes a sip of her second drink, staring blankly at the wall as she contemplates her situation.

She's a private investigator, for god's sake. She's supposed to be objective and impartial, not involved with the people she's investigating. And yet, here she is, caught up in a complicated relationship with Jimmy and Naomi with an insane conflict of interest.

And now she's taking on a case that involves Jimmy's own brother.

What the hell kind of entanglement has she gotten herself into?

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[tribalmajesty05]

Title: The Kiss Hunt

Roman Reigns x Reader

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It was an unspoken rule by now—before every match, Roman needed his kiss.

No one knew exactly when it started, but somewhere along the way, it became part of his routine. Just like taping his wrists or putting on his vest, he wouldn’t step through that curtain without it. If you were nearby, it was easy—he’d find you, pull you in by the waist, steal a kiss, and head off to dominate in the ring.

But sometimes, you weren’t so easy to find.

Which meant he had to go on the hunt.

Tonight was one of those nights.

“Where is she?” Roman grumbled, already growing impatient as he stormed through the backstage halls.

Jimmy and Jey, sitting on a crate nearby, exchanged looks before Jey smirked. “Damn, Uce. You that desperate for your good luck kiss?”

Roman shot him a look. “You got a problem with it?”

Jimmy raised his hands in defense. “Nope, just funny watching the big uce go on a scavenger hunt for his woman.”

“Shut up,” Roman muttered, moving past them.

Jey laughed. “Whipped.”

Roman ignored them.

He checked catering.

Nothing.

The women’s locker room?

Naomi leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, amused as hell. “She left a few minutes ago. You really out here chasing her down, huh?”

“Where’d she go?” he asked, exasperated.

“Somewhere near the production area, I think.”

Roman groaned. He was already supposed to be at Gorilla in five minutes, but he was not stepping out there without that damn kiss.

Meanwhile, you were completely oblivious to the search party forming for you. You had stopped by the production area to chat with Bayley and Rhea when suddenly—

“There you are.”

You barely had time to turn before Roman was right in front of you, hands gripping your waist as he pulled you in.

You blinked. “Uh… hey?”

“I got a match,” he muttered, like that explained everything.

And for him, it did.

A knowing smile spread across your lips. “And what do you need before your match?”

He arched a brow. “You know.”

Bayley, standing off to the side, smirked. “God, you two are disgustingly cute.”

Rhea snorted. “Nah, this is next-level. My man’s been hunting you down like a bloodhound.”

Roman ignored them completely, his focus solely on you. “C’mon, baby. Don’t make me beg.”

Your heart flipped at the way his voice dropped, but you couldn’t resist teasing him just a little. “Beg? Now that I’d like to see.”

He huffed. “I swear to God—”

Before he could say another word, you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips. He instantly melted into it, his grip tightening on your waist like he didn’t want to let go.

The moment should have been sweet, romantic even—if it weren’t for the round of cheers that suddenly erupted around you.

“WOOOO! GET IT, TRIBAL CHIEF!”

You pulled back to see The Usos, Solo, Seth, and even Dean standing there, all of them grinning like they just walked in on a damn rom-com.

Seth cackled. “Man, he really couldn’t go out there without it, huh?”

Dean smirked. “You got this man acting like an addict.”

Jey nudged Jimmy. “I told you, Uce. Whipped.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, shut up, all of you.”

Roman, however, was completely unbothered. He smirked down at you, tilting his head slightly. “Don’t act like you don’t love it.”

You sighed dramatically. “I tolerate it.”

He chuckled, then leaned in to whisper, “That’s not what you were saying last night.”

Your face heated instantly.

The guys lost it.

“OH, HELL NO—”

“TOO MUCH INFO, MAN—”

“DAMN, UCE—”

Bayley covered her ears. “I did not need to hear that!”

Rhea just nodded in approval. “Respect.”

Meanwhile, Roman smirked in victory, pressing one last kiss to your cheek before finally backing away. “Alright, I’m good now.”

Jey threw his hands up. “Oh, now you good?”

Jimmy shook his head. “Man, if y’all ever break up, we’re done for.”

You crossed your arms. “Not happening.”

Roman smirked. “Damn right.”

And with that, he walked off toward Gorilla, leaving everyone behind to recover from the overwhelming amount of PDA.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Dean shook his head with a grin. “Man, y’all are something else.”

You just shrugged, smiling to yourself. Because honestly?

You wouldn’t change a thing.

[xoxorealitygalore]

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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

[bloodlineslut]

The Law of Obsession (Ch. 2) | Roman Reigns

Pairings: Roman Reigns x black! OC

Warnings: none

Summary: Laila meets a new friend at the cafe who has ties to Roman.

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: MM MM MMM. I can only imagine what Roman sounds like over the phone when it's just you and him talking. Like warm butter.

Laila was jolted out of her sleep by the blaring sound of her alarm, blindly feeling around in her bed to turn off the incessant noise that made its way into her dream.

Her dream.

Her eyes shot open, trying to think back and remember all of it, but failing, only remembering bits and pieces.

She was sitting curled up on his lap, all of her weight resting on his firm thigh. His warm hands rubbing up and down her smooth legs that she just shaved and exfoliated.

Laila was the only one paying attention to the action movie they were watching. Engrossed by the film’s plot, she blindly shoved popcorn in her mouth from the large bowl Roman made for them.

Although it seemed like Roman was also watching the movie, his mind was occupied with her beauty and aura.

He couldn’t help but stare at the side of her pretty face, seeing that dimple appear every time she moved her mouth.

She could feel his stare on her and turned to look at him. “Roman! You’re not watching the movie…” She whined, grabbing his hand and playing with his fingers.

“I am babygirl. I promise.” He says, stroking his beard with his other hand.

He genuinely smiles for the first time in a long time, knowing that he was her protector.

Knowing that she was his.

All Laila could remember was that they were curled up in a mansion and watching The Fast & The Furious.

She zoned out in thought, a goofy smile creeping on her face.

“Ugh. Girl stand up, you just met him yesterday.” She tells herself as she sits up in her full size bed, adorned with pink and white sheets, pillowcases, a comforter, and fuzzy blanket.

She was so glad it was Saturday now, but she still wanted to get some homework and a little more studying done.

Going back to the café popped into her mind.

Grabbing her phone from under her pillow, she sees what time it is.

11:24 AM.

Having a little pep in her step today, she decides to actually take time to get ready and maybe pick out a sporty, but cute outfit.

The weather app said it was 73 degrees out so she could pull out the shorts today.

Opening the doors to her color coordinated closet, she goes to the black and white section. She reaches for the hanger that holds a black dri-fit tank top and pulls out black running shorts from her drawers. Then, she decides to do a white sports bra that had the criss-cross straps in the back for a pop of color.

After doing her daily morning routine that consisted of washing her face, doing skincare, and brushing her teeth, now she could start with makeup.

Before she could start though, she remembered her playlist wasn’t on yet.

Doing her makeup was pretty simple, as she liked to keep it pretty natural.

But the new song that began playing made her think of him.

She didn’t even have time to start fantasizing about what kind of boyfriend he would be, as her mom’s phone call pulled her out of her thoughts.

“Hey momma!”

“Hi my baby! How are you? I didn’t hear from you last night…” Her mother’s loving tone sounds through the speaker.

“Oh, yea sorry mom. I was really tired and forgot to call you.” She quickly makes up a lie, hoping it wouldn’t turn into a big thing.

“Okay…I just want to know that you’re safe. Your father is at work but he says he loves you, and we miss you!” Laila could just hear the tender smile in her mother’s voice.

“I miss you and dad too!”

“So, have you made any friends up there? From your classes or anything?” Laila picked up her phone and carried it with her while she walked to the kitchen in her apartment.

Setting the phone down on the counter, she continues the conversation. “Um…no not really. But mom, I’m also the type of person where someone has to talk to me first.” She reaches up to the cabinet, grabbing a glass to put her iced coffee into.

“I know honey. Maybe you could find a club for something that you like? That’s always a good place to start. Or go to a football game!” Her mother throws suggestions out there.

Going to a football game honestly didn’t even cross her mind, until now.

“I would love to go to a game, but I can’t go by myself. That’s lame, momma.”

“Okay, okay. I’m sure you’ll find someone to go with you…” Her mother says, trying to keep her hopes up.

“Yea hopefully…”

“Alright, well honey I have to head to the grocery store to get some things for dinner tonight. Your father and I love you, so much.” She hears her mom blow a kiss through the phone.

“I love ya’ll too. Send me pics of what you make too!”

“Okay my baby. Good bye and be safe.”

“Bye momma.” She hangs up the phone and looks at her counter for a minute.

Before Laila knew it, she finished her glass of coffee and rinsed it out, setting it in the sink. She went to her bedroom to put her black Nike’s on and to grab her backpack and car keys.

Arriving at the café, there were definitely more people there than any other time. She spotted an empty table near the counter and walked to it, sitting down.

Her to-do list had a few things on it, so she told herself that she would finish everything so the rest of her day was free. The first thing was to take a syllabus quiz for her finance class.

Knocking that out in about 15 minutes, she decided to reward herself with a treat.

Since she already had coffee this morning, she was thinking of just eating one of the café’s signature muffins.

Luckily, the line was going down, so she closed her laptop and got in line behind another black girl.

“Hey, you go to UMiami?” The girl in front of her turns around and nicely asks her.

“Yea I do! You go there too?”

“Oh no,” she laughed. “Some of my friends go there, though. I’m Naomi, by the way.” Naomi reaches her hand out to shake Laila’s.

“Hi, I’m Laila!” They smile at each other, shaking hands.

“So Laila, help a girl out. What you get when you come here?”

Laila laughed, happy that she finally met someone that she could potentially be friends with.

Other than Roman.

“Lemme see. Their coffee is really good, but I already had some. But the muffins look good though, so I think I want that.” She points out the 3 different flavors of muffins the café offered.

“Blueberry sugar, chocolate chip,” Naomi gasps. “And strawberry?! I gotta get that one.” She claps her hands together, making Laila laugh.

“You’re so funny!”

“Girl, it be my husband I swear. He’s so silly and I think it rubs off on me.”

“You’re married? Wow, it must be nice…” She half joked as they moved up in the line.

“That’s what they tell you at first. Then they just get on your nerves…” She paused. “No, I love my pookie, though. His name is Jimmy.” Naomi informs her new friend.

As they told each other more things about themselves, they finally got to the counter and placed their orders. Naomi got her strawberry muffin and a lemonade, while Laila just got a blueberry sugar muffin.

She told Naomi that if she didn’t have anywhere to be, she could sit and eat with her at the table.

“Do you have homework and stuff?” Naomi asked as she took a bite of the muffin, moaning slightly at the taste.

“Yea, but thankfully it’s not a lot.”

“What’s your major?”

“Accounting! I graduate next spring.” Laila takes a bite of her muffin, now halfway eaten. She loved the taste of the sugar crystals that were on top.

“Oh you’re good with numbers.” Naomi said the thing that everyone always says when they find out Laila’s major.

“Oh my gosh, that’s what Roman said too.” Laila muttered the last part of that sentence.

“That’s what who said?” The muffin that was on its way to Naomi’s mouth stopped mid air, as she raised an eyebrow.

“This guy I met yesterday. It was actually here too.” Laila explained to Naomi, thinking back to her and Roman’s encounter yesterday.

“What’s his name again?” Naomi wanted to make sure she heard correctly. She could’ve swore Laila said Roman.

“Roman.”

Naomi’s eyes bulged damn near out of her sockets.

Laila furrowed her eyebrows in confusion at her reaction. “Wait, you know him?”

Naomi looked around in disbelief. “Girl, that’s my husband’s cousin! That’s crazy. You met Roman Roman? Like, he’s tall with a man bun and a beard?” Naomi moved her hands, modeling all three descriptions as they came out of her mouth.

“Yes! He’s really nice. I wasn’t expecting that to happen yesterday…” Laila looked away in thought and Naomi was glad because if only this girl knew.

“Jimmy ain’t gon’ believe this.” Naomi was already planning to tell him as soon as she got home. Jimmy always said Roman was gonna die single because he could never keep just one woman.

“Well, did he give you his number? I’m nosey.” Naomi was very well aware of what Roman did under the table for a living, but they all swore to keep it a secret.

“No. He actually gave me his law firm’s business card.” Laila pulls it out of her wallet, showing it to Naomi.

She takes it from her hands. “Yep, that’s him.” She turns the card over, seeing and recognizing Roman’s handwriting.

“Um Laila?” Naomi turns the card around, showing Laila the back. “Did you see this part?”

Laila takes the card back, looking closely at the number, clearly in handwriting and not typed.

“Is this his cell phone number?” Laila asks with wide eyes.

“Mmhmmm.” Naomi sips her lemonade, looking around the café. “Speaking of numbers, we should exchange.”

Laila can’t believe she didn’t see this until now. She must’ve been so engrossed with his presence that she didn’t notice him write it on the card before handing it to her.

Naomi handed her her phone to put in the contact info, then she texted the number so Laila could save it.

Throughout the rest of their conversation, Laila tried to pay attention, but her mind kept running back to Roman.

‘Should I call him first?’

‘Wait, no I don’t wanna seem desperate.’

‘But how is he gonna call me? He doesn’t have my number…’

“Laila you ain’t hear anything I just said.” Naomi catches her red handed.

Her mouth opens then closes in shame. “I’m sorry girly.”

Naomi gives a smug smile. “It’s okay, I know you over there thinking about your man,” Laila’s jaw drops, making Naomi giggle. “I gotta leave anyway. Jimmy talking about some he wants to get food even though he’s supposed to be on a diet.” She rolls her eyes.

“Oh, okay.” Laila chuckles slightly.

Naomi stands up, gathering her things before bending down to give Laila a goodbye hug.

“Text or call me sometime! Maybe we can do double dates in the future?” She winks at Laila and they both laugh.

Laila just shakes her head, seeing Naomi get in her car.

Forcing herself to finish her other 3 assignments in record time, she lets out a deep breath turning in the last one. She gathers all of her things, shoving them in her backpack and throwing away her trash.

Walking outside, she catches herself looking around for a tall man with man bun and beard. She wouldn’t be lying if she wasn’t a little bummed at not running into him again.

But at least she has a girl friend now.

Once in her car, she checks the time.

3:25 PM.

Driving to Cava, she gets her usual bowl before making her way back to her apartment.

A couple of hours later, she was laying in her bed under the comfort of her fuzzy blankets, watching TV. The soft glow of the television illuminated her room, but she wasn’t really paying much attention to it.

Her phone began to buzz on top of her nightstand.

Expecting it to be her mom, she instinctively reaches to pick it up, but was met with an unknown number.

Her brows knitted together in confusion, but the thought that it could be Roman crossed her mind and she hurriedly swiped to answer it.

He was the first one to speak. “Laila.”

Her stomach immediately did that flip thing at the sound of his voice—deep, smooth, but laced with an unreadable, underlying emotion.

Oh, that deep sultry voice made her stomach do that flip thing.

“Yeah? Roman?”

“Hi.” He says with slight hesitation, testing the waters out.

“Hi.” She echoed and smiled, feeling like a school girl that had a crush on a boy in her class.

“So you met Naomi today?”

“Oh, um—yea I did! She told me her husband and you are cousins.” She says, fiddling with the pink bonnet that was on her head.

Roman let out a breathy chuckle. “Yea, Jimmy and his brother Jey. We grew up together.” The fondness of talking about his family was evident in his voice. Everyone always thought that they were triplets wherever they went.

“Aw, ya’ll must be really close?”

“Oh yeah. They get on my nerves, but I love them though.” This makes Laila laugh, warming Roman’s heart at hearing that joyous sound.

“Yea, I can tell. Naomi talks about Jimmy like he worships the ground she walks on.” Laila thinks back to when Naomi was telling her about their wedding day.

There was a moment of silence between the two.

“Yeah. When you have something real with someone, you hold on to it.” His words revered through her ear as she idly played with the design on her blanket.

There was an unspoken meaning behind the words Roman was saying.

“…That’s a good way to put it.” Laila breathed out, her heart racing and thumping in her chest.

Roman could sense that she was nervous. Hell, he was too.

But only a little.

“Well. I know you probably have some things you need to do so…I won’t keep you long.” She could hear the ruffles of papers in the background.

“Are you still at work?”

“I am, but I’m about to drive home.” He smirks even though she can’t see it.

“Oh, okay. Well…I hope you make it home safe.” She says sweetly, really meaning her words.

“I will. Can I call you tomorrow?” He asks her.

Laila quickly nods her head, but she realizes he can’t see that. “Yes! That’s fine.”

Her excitement amused Roman. “Okay. Good night Laila.”

“Good night…” She echoed and the call disconnected.

She leaned back against her bed’s headboard and just stared at the ceiling, finally feeling like she was going to really like it here.

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[trashbin-nie]

Chapter 5 - Total Divas Begins!

TAGLIST: @angiedawn02 @reignsboy19 @yana3sworld

Do NOT copy/translate my fics. Reblogs are always welcome!

Summary: Rosa Winters and her cousin have moved to the main roster, and onto Total Divas. Rosa and Josh have gotten much closer, but where will they go from here.

WARNINGS: mentions of anxiety, fluff. This story WILL contain sexual content so minors DNI

A/N - So much faster. I am so excited for this part of the story I love the show and it just has so much drama which is what sparked this story idea in the first place!

Word Count: 2135

One whole year has passed and Josh and I have become great friends.

Oh who am I kidding, I’m head over heels for this man.

No matter, It’s been one year and Trinity, myself and her tag partner were called up to the main roster. Which means not only more screen time, but Trin and I get to travel with Jon and Josh.

We were also approached with the idea of a reality show called ‘Total Divas’ which would star Trinity, Ariane and I, the Bella twins, Brie and Nikki, Natalya, Eva who’s a brand new girl,and her partner, Jojo.

We started filming today.

-Interview-

“Hi my name is Rosalinda Santos-Winters, also known as Rosa Winters in the ring,” I said smiling at the camera. “When I started wrestling they said it was very clear I couldn’t be in a tag-team full-time with all the flips and tricks I do they were afraid whoever would be my partner would be outshined so I was signed as a full-time singles wrestler.”

“Yeah, so, Trinity is my blood-related cousin we grew up together and share the same birthday.” I said. “My relationship to Josh Uso? We’re just friends. I mean it was inevitable considering Trinity is going to marry that man one day.”

-Return to show-

Once I finished my introduction for the first episode I went to meet Trin, Ariane, and Jon at the gym.

“C’mon you gotta get amped!” Ariane said jumping up and down.

“I’m not workin out wit’ you if you don’t stop,” Trin said.

“Seriously Ariane who has this much energy when they’re at the gym at fricken 10am?” I asked putting my bag down.

“Hey Ro, good to see ya. My bro’s been askin’ fo’ you, you don’ answer your phone no more?” Jon asked as I climbed onto the treadmill next to him.

“What the hell you talkin bout’ Jon?” I asked scrunching my face in confusion. “He hasn’t texted or called in two weeks!”

“That ain’t what he said,” Jon said throwing his hands up.

“Then call him and tell him to get his ass down here,” I said pulling my headphones on.

I finished my warm-up jog turning to find the other two doing some weird lift while Jon watched. “You on union duty Jon?” I asked laughing, taking a sip of my water.

“You know it Ro,” he winked.

“Aye you winking at my girl?” Josh asked playfully smacking him in the stomach.

“Not your girl Joshua,” I said shaking my head.

“Not yet,” Josh smirked. I raised my brow at him.

“Mhm sure Uso,” I said elbowing him. “Now come help me stretch.”

“You fo’ real? We haven’t talked in two weeks and all Imma do is help you stretch your bendy self?” Josh asked trailing after me. I laid on a yoga mat on the ground

“Not my fault! I was busy, you were busy we just didn’t have time. Now push my leg farther!” I said.

“Yo’ leg is past your head you freak of nature!” Josh laughed.

“Just cuz you’re not flexible doesn’t mean you get to make fun of me for being extra bendy in all the right places,” I said.

“I can agree. Definitely all the right places,” he said.

“You are nasty!” I said kicking him. “You gon’ have to meet me in the ring for that one Joshua.”

“Fuuck man I don’t wanna be Winter whipped or White widowed today,” he whined throwing his head back.

“Don’t be gross and you won’t, but here we are,” I shrugged. Josh groaned hanging his head.

“Sucks to be you uce,” Jon laughed slapping his brother on the back.

“You’re next Jonathan!”

“What?! What’d I do?” Jon asked.

Josh and I spent most of the afternoon training. We took a break around 1pm. I sat panting on the mat sipping water.

“Why do you think Trin hasn’t started planning anything for the wedding yet?” Josh asked. I paused staring at him my brow raised.

“What makes you bring this up so suddenly?” I asked.

“Jon mentioned she wasn’t even interested in talking about wedding planning so I was just curious,” Josh said suspiciously.

“Mhm and Jon didn’t put you up to this did he?”

“Nooo,” Josh said avoiding eye contact.

“You’re a terrible liar you know.”

“I know, but do you know?” He asked.

I sighed, “honestly, the only thing I know she did was ask me to be her maid of honor, she won’t talk about dresses, food, or even where she wants to have it. Believe me I tried to pry it out, but I got nothing.”

“Damn. Sorry ma’ I know you ain’t gonna sell yo’ sis out like that, but I gotta help my uce,” Josh said.

“It’s ok Josh,” I said with a small smile.

“Anyways, have you thought about what I asked?” He asked.

-Interview-

“So, two weeks ago Josh asked me on a date and it went a little something like this:

“Hey, Ro,” Josh said walking up to me backstage.

“Hey Josh what's up?” I asked looking up from my stretch. He reached out his hand and pulled me up.

“So, we've been hangin’ out for a while, and I wanted to ask you out on a date. You know, maybe go out to Waffle house or somethin’?” He said rubbing his hands together.

“I'm sorry you say what now?” I asked, blinking rapidly.

“Will you go on a date with me Ro?” Josh asked again.

“I'm sorry, you- my best friend- wanna go on a date with my basic ass? Are you sure?” I asked again.

“Ma’ you're not basic and I'm sure I wanna go on a date with you. You just gotta say yes ma’,” Josh said.

“I-uh-”

“Rosa time to go, get to the Guerrilla!” One of the producers yelled.

“Josh listen I-”

“Go Ro, just think on it before you say no, or yes,” Josh said, ushering me away.

“And obviously after all of that I hadn't seen or heard from him in a damn week so I couldn’t tell him that yes absolutely I wanna go on a date with his fine ass,” I said finishing my story.

-back with Josh-

I couldn't help but replay that moment in my head as I tried to conjure up a response.

I looked at him like a gaping fish. My heart raced, my thoughts ricocheting like a pinball in a machine. The words felt like they were stuck in my throat, every possible answer tangling together into silence.

My thoughts were racing, going a mile a minute. ‘What if it didn't work out?’ ‘What if he realizes I'm not what he really wants in a girl?’ but ‘What if I say yes and everything goes amazing and it's my happily ever after?!’ No life is never that simple

All I had to look at was his face- his handsome face and I could see his face and it didn't change, it didn’t falter, he didn't get discouraged he just stood patiently waiting for my response.

I don't know how he didn't think I was rejecting him, or that I was insane with all the faces I was making with all those thoughts running through my head.

I've just had a huge crush on him for a very long time and he's my best friend now and I don't want to lose him, but he's such a sweetheart and he knows me so well now.

“Josh,” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “I really wanna go out with you, but if things don't go right we have to stay friends. Promise me.”

“Ma’ you don’ gotta worry bout’ that. You and me we'll always be friends, but you an’ I are goin out tonight and it's gonna be amazing ok dress cute aight? I'll see you later,” Josh said, pulling me into a hug kissing my head.

I stood there for a minute just short circuiting blinking and staring into the abyss for a minute.

“Hey Roro! Girl whatchu doin just standin’ here we gotta get to work,” Trin said, wrapping her arm around my neck trying to pull me away. I snapped outta my trance and turned to her.

“Josh asked me out Trin,” I said, my eyes still buggin out.

“AHHHHHH No way! Rosie, that's amazing! Wait where? We have no time to plan outfits, where's Jon? Jon! Get over here!” Trin yelled.

“Damn girl whatchu want? Over here yellin an shi,” Jon asked rubbing his ears like the drama queen he is.

“Josh asked her out, finally, now you need to figure out where they goin so we can get her an outfit,” Trin said. Jon rolled his eyes.

“Girl that's easy, gimme like an hour. Lord knows his ass celebratin right now,” Jon said.

Trin couldn't stop smiling and I was still processing, but soon enough I couldn't get that smile off my face, but she ended up dragging me away anyway.

“How's tag-team life been?” I asked.

Trinity sighed, “Ariane hasn’t been listening to what I have to say and like I know we got called up at the same time, but I been doin’ this a lot longer than her. I just want everything to work out for us, you know?”

“Yeah I totally get it, but you'll work it out you always do,” I said, nudging her. I waved her off as I went to get ready for my match.

I decided tonight was the night I was gonna show some skin and by some skin I mean my tattoos. For the first time ever on television my sleeve and chest piece were gonna be on full display.

My gear, as usual, was all white. My pants were normal cargo pants with small black prints on them and my top was a leather strappy top that all connected at a piece that wrapped around my neck leaving my stomach exposed as well as both my arms, and my boots were just plain white combat boots. I completed the look with just a simple white smokey eye with thick black liner.

I met up with Trin and Ariane after their dress rehearsal for Wrestlemainia, on the way to meet up with Nattie, the newbies and Ariane’s boyfriend.

“Hey girls~” Nattie said, pulling me into a hug. “Oh my god Rosie you have all your tattoos out!”

“Yeah I got this new gear and figured now was as good a time as any. Vince and everyone knows I have them and I decided I need to step a tiny bit outta my comfort zone and show a little skin,” I smiled, hugging myself.

I watched Ariane go to the side with her boyfriend Vincent and I went and met up with Jon and Trin.

“What's wrong with her, why is she crying?” I asked.

“Brutus called out that she sucks,” Trin said as we walked away with Jon. I gasped.

“That's terrible, you can't just call that out in front of a crowd of people,” I said. Trin nodded.

-Interview-

“I know Ariane is…. Inexperienced, but that doesn't give his ass the right to say she sucks in front of a whole crowd of people! If the higher-ups in WWE hear that they're gonna question having the match in Wrestlemania at all and that jeopardizes everything for my twin, Trinity. An’ we all know I’on play those games,” I said.

-Return to show-

“You're not gonna do anything,” Jon said to Vinny.

“Nah, nah, Imma go fuck his ass up right now,” Vinny said.

“Vinny, try and relax, don't do anything you're gonna regret later,” I said, laying my hand on his shoulder.

“Aye get your hands offa me!” Vinny said, slapping my hand.

I cradled my hand to my chest in shock, Trin pulled me back away from Vinny afraid he'd turn his anger on me.

“Aye what the hell man don't you put your hands on her! She tryina be nice and keep yo’ ass outta prison,” Josh said, appearing outta thin air.

“Josh, don't it's really not worth it,” I said, grabbing his hand.

“Nah, Ro he put his hands on you that don't fly ‘round here. Not wit’ me,” Josh said, turning to look at me with fury in his eyes.

I could understand his anger, I wasn’t particularly happy myself but I could tell Josh realized that I really just couldn't have this right now and I had bigger things to worry about.

“Really it's fine, let's just go. I have a match in 5 minutes,” I said.

Josh stared at me for a second before taking a deep breath and nodding, turning to Vinny to add; “Fine, but you gotta calm yo’ ass down uce,” Josh said, following me away.

[kyleoreillylover]

Chapter 7- Part 2- The Battle Before the War

Series Summary/Masterlist

warnings: wrestling related violence, manipulation, drinking.

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

word count: 8,479

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Huh?"

"Girl!?"

"What?!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And then what happened, girl?!?"

A pause. And then you continued.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he knew one thing.

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

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

[abadbitchblogs]

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The Attorney Zilla Fatu x OC

Master Solo Sikoa x OC

Roman Reigns Must Die Roman Reigns x OC

America’s Most Wanted The Bloodline x OC

Puppy Love Sami Zayn x OC

Training Day Bron Breakker x OC

Slide Jey Uso x OC

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[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Across the Ropes… a Zilla Fatu x OC Fic.

Chapter 4: Hope..

Zilla got up from his lounger and stepped back into the room, the faint glow from the Portland skyline casting soft shadows across the space. He moved to the bed and sat down gently, brushing a stray strand of hair from Dahlia’s face. She stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open just as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to her forehead.

To his surprise, her lips brushed against his in return, lingering just enough to make him pause. When he pulled back, her tired eyes met his.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Hey,” she replied, her voice still groggy but warmer than before.

For a moment, neither of them said anything. It was a comfortable silence, but Zilla could feel the weight of the day still pressing on both of them. Breaking the quiet, he asked, “You hungry?”

Dahlia nodded slowly, sitting up as she pushed her hair out of her face. “Yeah, I could eat.”

Zilla grabbed the room service menu from the nightstand and opened it. “Alright, let’s see what they’ve got.” He scanned the options before smirking. “They’ve got chicken tenders.”

Dahlia perked up a little, a small smile forming on her lips. “I’ll take those. And a sweet tea.”

Zilla chuckled, shaking his head. “Babe, you’re not in Texas anymore.”

Dahlia frowned playfully. “That can’t be just a Texas thing.”

“It is,” Zilla teased, turning the menu toward her. “See? They only have hot tea.”

Dahlia groaned dramatically, throwing herself back against the pillows. “Well, pardon my French, but that is bullshit.”

Zilla laughed, the sound breaking through the heaviness in the air. “Alright, alright, we’ll get you some chicken tenders and…uh, how about a Coke? It’s the closest thing to sweet tea you’re gonna get up here.”

Dahlia sighed, sitting back up and shrugging. “Fine. But I’m officially protesting this hotel’s beverage choices.”

“Noted,” Zilla said with a grin as he picked up the phone to place the order. “Chicken tenders, fries, and a Coke for the lady. And… I’ll just grab a burger.”

As he spoke with the room service operator, Dahlia leaned against the headboard, watching him. For the first time since she’d handed him the papers earlier, she felt a flicker of something like normalcy.

After placing the order, Zilla hung up and turned back to her. “Food’ll be up in about twenty minutes.”

Dahlia nodded, tucking her legs underneath her. “Thanks.”

Zilla sat back down beside her, the bed dipping slightly under his weight. “You’re welcome. And hey… you’re allowed to smile, you know?”

She gave him a small, shy smile. “I’ll try. No promises, though.”

“Fair enough,” he said with a wink.

For now, the weight of the world could wait. Tonight, it was just the two of them, a quiet hotel room, and chicken tenders on the way. And somehow, that felt like a good enough start.

—

The remains of their meal had been cleared away, leaving only the faint aroma of fried chicken tenders and ketchup lingering in the air. Zilla sat propped up against the headboard while Dahlia rested against him, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. The room was dim except for the flickering light from the TV, Elvis playing on in the background.

Dahlia broke the silence, her voice soft but pointed. “Are you going to tell your mom?”

Zilla’s chest tightened at the question, and he stared at the screen for a moment, not really seeing it. “I haven’t thought that far,” he admitted, his voice low.

Dahlia shifted slightly, sitting up just enough to look at him. “At this point, I’ve already told who I needed to tell.”

That caught Zilla’s attention. “Who?” he asked, turning his gaze to her.

“Just Sabrina,” she replied, her tone casual, though her fingers stilled against his chest.

Zilla nodded, reminding himself of what he already knew—Dahlia had no family to confide in. No parents to call, no siblings to lean on. Just Sabrina, her best friend and surrogate support system.

“I hope she was happy,” he said gently.

Dahlia’s lips quirked into a small smile. “She wanted to be godmother,” she said, a hint of amusement in her voice. “She also offered to give me some of her allowance from her sugar daddy so I can start buying things.”

Zilla raised an eyebrow at that, a grin tugging at his lips despite the heaviness of their situation. “Her allowance?”

Dahlia nodded, her expression still serious. “Yeah. Apparently she thought it might help me out.”

Zilla couldn’t hold back his curiosity. “You ever met him?”

Dahlia shook her head, leaning back against him again. “No. But from what I hear on the phone, he sounds nice. Polite, at least.”

Zilla smirked. “Polite sugar daddy. That’s new.”

Dahlia chuckled softly, her laughter breaking the tension in the air. “Yeah, well, Sabrina’s got her ways. She always lands on her feet.”

They fell into a comfortable silence for a moment, the weight of their earlier conversation still lingering. Zilla’s mind raced as he considered her question about his mom. He wasn’t sure how she’d take the news. His mom had been through her own struggles raising her kids, and he worried about her reaction—not just for himself but for Dahlia too.

Dahlia’s voice broke his thoughts again, this time quieter, almost hesitant. “Do you think she’ll be mad?”

Zilla looked down at her, his hand instinctively brushing against her arm. “My mom? I don’t think she’ll be mad. Surprised, yeah. But not mad. She’s been through a lot, so she might need time to process.”

Dahlia nodded, her fingers resuming their gentle tracing on his chest. “I guess that’s fair.”

He tightened his arm around her, pulling her closer. “We’ll figure it out,” he said firmly, more to reassure himself than her.

—

May 6, 2025

11:21 AM

Zilla held Dahlia close, his forehead resting against hers, their breaths mingling as they shared one last kiss. The airport buzzed around them, but in this moment, it felt like they were in their own world. When they pulled away, both were slightly out of breath.

“I’ll call you when I land, okay?” Zilla said, his voice low but steady.

Dahlia bit her lip, concern flickering in her eyes. “You sure you want to tell your mom over the phone?”

Zilla hesitated, his hands still resting on her waist. “I don’t have much of a choice. I won’t see her—or you—until the weekend of the 23rd. They’ve got so much lined up for me; it’s crazy.”

Dahlia nodded slowly, though the unease didn’t leave her face. “Okay.”

Zilla cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin. “Don’t worry. Whatever happens, we’ve got each other. That’s all that matters.”

“I just…” Dahlia hesitated, her voice trembling slightly. “I know how much your mom means to you.”

Zilla smiled softly, tilting her chin up so their eyes met. “Dahlia, she means the world to me. But now? Since you’re carrying my baby, you are my world.”

Dahlia’s lips parted, but no words came out at first. She blinked back tears, her emotions threatening to overwhelm her. “I just still feel like I’m putting everything on you,” she said finally.

“Don’t,” Zilla replied firmly, his voice gentle but resolute. “Things happen. Do I wish we’d had a few more months to figure things out? Yeah. But life has a way of showing you what’s permanent really fast.”

Dahlia stared at him, her heart pounding. “I’m permanent?” she asked, her voice filled with love.

Zilla nodded, his gaze unwavering. “Yeah, babe. You are.”

Before she could respond, the crackling voice of the intercom echoed through the terminal, announcing the final boarding call for her flight. Dahlia’s stomach twisted as she realized it was time to go.

“Please let me know,” she said, her voice urgent but quiet.

“I will,” Zilla promised, his hand brushing hers one last time.

They kissed once more, a lingering kiss filled with unspoken words and promises, before Dahlia broke away. She grabbed her bag and fast-walked toward her gate, glancing back only once to see Zilla watching her, his hands in his pockets, a mixture of determination and longing in his eyes.

She then disappeared into the crowd, Zilla sighed and turned toward his own gate. His mind was racing with thoughts of the conversation he was about to have. For better or worse, his life was about to change forever.

As Zilla boarded his flight and settled into his seat, he glanced at his phone. The pre-flight announcement confirmed he still had a few minutes before takeoff. He let out a long sigh, staring at the screen, the name Mom glaring back at him. His thumb hovered over the call button before he pressed it. Better now than never, he thought, bracing himself.

The line rang twice before his mother’s warm voice came through.

“Hello, my son,” she greeted, her tone filled with the usual love and familiarity.

“Hey, Mom,” Zilla said, trying to keep his voice steady. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” she replied cheerfully. “Just making some food for your brothers and myself. What about you? How’s everything?”

Zilla swallowed, his heart pounding. “That’s great, Mom. Uh… everything’s good.”

There was a pause, and then her tone shifted, the concern seeping in. “What’s wrong? I can hear it in your voice. Talk to me.”

Zilla exhaled deeply, rubbing his hands over his jeans. “You remember Dahlia? The girl I mentioned to you?”

“Of course I do,” his mom said, her voice soft but curious. “You seemed to really like her. What about her?”

“Well…” Zilla began hesitantly. “I didn’t tell you the full story.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, the concern growing.

“About two months ago, we met at a seminar where I was speaking,” Zilla explained, choosing his words carefully. “Afterward, we went on a date. I took her to this coffee shop and The Burger Bar.”

“Okay,” his mom said, prompting him to continue.

“Well, after the date, we went back to her dorm and… you know.”

His mom’s tone sharpened, cutting through the small bit of ease he felt. “Why are you telling me this, Zilla?”

Zilla’s grip tightened on the phone as he forced the words out. “Because… she fainted during her shift at the hospital, and when they tested her, they found out she’s pregnant.”

There was a long, suffocating silence on the other end of the line. Zilla could almost hear the gears turning in his mom’s head before she finally spoke.

“Isayah,” she said, her tone hard and filled with disappointment, “you’re telling me that after one date, you went and got this girl pregnant? Do you even understand what you’ve done?”

“Mom, I—”

“No, Isayah!” she cut him off, her voice rising. “You’re barely starting your career, and now you’re tied to this girl for the rest of your life? Do you even know her well enough? What were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t thinking,” Zilla admitted, his voice breaking slightly. “It wasn’t planned, but I’m not running from it.”

His mom’s voice softened slightly but remained stern. “You think you know her, Isayah, but you don’t. You’re going to learn real quick that she’s just out for your money, like all the others. You’re too trusting, my son.”

Zilla’s jaw tightened as anger and hurt surged through him. “Mom, if you can’t support me, then it is what it is,” he said, his voice steady but filled with finality.

“Isayah…” his mom started, but he didn’t let her finish.

“Bye, Mom,” Zilla said, his throat tightening. He ended the call, staring at the screen as it went dark.

He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, willing himself not to cry. The pain of her words lingered, but he forced himself to breathe. It’s just you and Dahlia now, he thought, clutching his hands into fists. You’ll figure it out together.

The sound of the captain announcing their final descent back to his thoughts. Zilla took a deep breath and straightened up. Whatever came next, he knew he’d face it head-on. For Dahlia. For their baby. For himself.

—

May 20th, 2025

4:35 PM

Zilla stretched contentedly in bed, his body relaxed as he felt Dahlia shift beside him. Her breathing was soft and steady, her thick frame curled into him as she slept. The faint hum of the ceiling fan and the muted sounds of the bustling streets outside filled the room. They were staying at Sabrina’s summer apartment in Houston, sharing the guest room while they figured out their next steps.

Dahlia’s summer break had just started, and she was now working full-time at the Texas Medical Center. Despite the chaos of pregnancy and life changes, she was managing well—or at least she made it seem that way. Sabrina, her best friend, had been incredibly generous, opening her summer apartment to them without hesitation. Zilla appreciated her support, especially when Dahlia seemed so uncertain about her future.

Zilla glanced at Dahlia, her hair spread across the pillow as she slept peacefully. She had been rethinking everything—her last year of school, her career plans, their housing situation. He could feel the weight of her decisions pressing on both of them, but he didn’t push her. He knew they’d figure it out together.

He sighed and reached for his phone when it vibrated on the nightstand. The screen lit up with “Jey” displayed across it. Zilla sat up carefully, trying not to disturb Dahlia, and answered.

“Hey, Uce’, what’s up?” Zilla said, keeping his voice low.

“Hey, man. How you doing?” Jey asked, his tone light and friendly.

“It’s going a’ight,” Zilla replied, though his voice lacked conviction.

“You talk to Momdukes yet?” Jey asked, not beating around the bush.

Zilla sighed, leaning back against the headboard. “Not yet.”

“Come on, Uce’. You gotta do it sometime,” Jey said, the concern evident in his voice.

“I know, I know,” Zilla said, rubbing his temples. He wasn’t ready to have that conversation yet.

“Well, let’s forget about that for a moment,” Jey said, his tone shifting to something more upbeat. “Rhea bought a yacht.”

Zilla blinked, surprised. “Since when does a writer buy a yacht?”

“I know, right? It’s badass!” Jey said, laughing. “Anyway, she’s inviting you to the maiden voyage this weekend. You should come, man. Joe, Jon, everybody’s gonna be there. Take a break from all this serious life stuff.”

Zilla chuckled softly. “A yacht? Man, that’s crazy. Sounds like a good time, though.”

“It will be,” Jey said. “We’re leaving at 11 a.m. and getting back to the house around 10 p.m. You and your girl can even spend the night at Casa de Fatu if you want. What do you say?”

Zilla glanced down at Dahlia, who stirred slightly but remained asleep. A part of him hesitated at the idea of introducing her to the family so soon, but given the circumstances, he might as well.

“Well, damn, sounds like a plan,” Zilla said finally. “We will take an early flight in the morning on Saturday.”

“Bet!” Jey said, clearly pleased. “I’ll see you this weekend, Uce’.”

“Alright, man. See you then,” Zilla said, ending the call.

He placed the phone back on the nightstand and glanced at Dahlia again. She would probably tease him about living the high life on a yacht, but he knew she’d support him taking a moment for the two of them. With everything going on, he needed it. And maybe, just maybe, he’d be able to get his mind off the tension with his mom—at least for a little while.

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

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rules: share the document titles for your 10 latest wips. then send me a number or title (if you'd like!), I'll share a snippet, and I'll add to my wip at least 100 words.

AFD Joe and Kiyana's Revenge - All Falls Down Chapter 11

Jey Rizzo - Request one-shot for @shantinextdoor

GFM 16- - You're the Only Girl for Me chapter 16

Sorry (Chapter 1 Rewrite) - Jimmy Uso x OC

Jon and Dom - Me tryna perfect my smut lol (Jimmy Uso x OC) [Characters from Sorry]

Come Together? - Did I start writing a sequel before the prequel is even finished... yes, yes I did 🙃 (Roman Reigns x OC x Jey Uso)

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[prettyfilmz]

SWEET LIKE CANDY • JEY USO

author’s note: did someone say new mini series ? 👀 well yes! although writing is gonna be quite slow due to school starting backup, I wanted to leave you guys with something cute starring our 2025 royal rumble winner jey uso🤭 forgive me for not giving you smut in this first part but trust me when I say it’ll be worth it in the long run. I hope you enjoy this my loves, and happy reading💗 (p.s. I made a playlist to go along with it, you can shuffle it up too🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ you can find it here)

synopsis: in which a celebration at the strip club leads to the beginning of a love affair between a wrestler and a dancer.

pairing: jey uso x black fem oc!cherise aka candy

tags: 18+ (there’s no smut but still has suggestive themes), slow burn, drinking, lap dances, lewd conversations, teasing, lots of touching, kissing, pet names (baby, mama, pretty girl. baby girl), flirty banter, jey falls for her at first glance.

word count: 2k words (somethin’ short n sweet😌)

The bass reverbs through the strip club, rattling the walls like a second heartbeat. The air was thick with marijuana smoke, spilled drinks, and anticipation. It was the kind of place that dared you to loosen up, a melting pot of the desperate, the indulgent, and those just looking to forget about the realities of their day to day lives.

Jey, sitting on the edge of a low velvet couch, nursed a glass of hennessy, his dark brown eyes surveying the scene with feigned disinterest. Jimmy, on the other hand, leaned back beside him, grinning like the damn Cheshire cat, a few shots in and already loving every second of the night.

“This the spot, Uce,” Jimmy drawled, gesturing at the stage. “Told you. Ain’t no better way to celebrate your Rumble win than seeing a few bad ones tearing it up on the stage.”

Jey wasn’t convinced. He leaned forward, elbows on his jean covered knees, his silver chain glinting in the low light. “Man, you know this ain’t my scene. I only came ‘cause y’all don’t shut up. Coulda stayed home, kicked my feet up, and played my game.”

Jimmy clicked his tongue. “Nah, Uce. This is a night of celebration. Tonight’s the night we get you to let loose.” He raised his glass in a mock toast.

Across the room, Trinity —or her stage name called her—Naomi. The long-legged, dark skinned goddess with waist-length black & neon green braids and thighs to die for worked her magic. She straddled some middle-aged white guy in a button-down, grinding with a confidence that made her the club’s crown jewel. She caught Jimmy’s eye and gave a sly smile with a wink for good measure.

“Yo, there she go!” Jimmy grinned, practically bouncing in his seat. “My girl, Trin. You see that, Jey? That’s art. Respect the glow.”

Jey rolled his eyes but couldn’t help smirking. “Bruh, you actin’ like she your girl for real.”

“She is though,” Jimmy shot back, the grin never leaving his face. And it wasn’t a joke. He wasn’t even subtle about it. Whenever Jimmy showed up, Trinity made a beeline for him, and they always disappeared into the VIP section.

Jey chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “You wild.”

But his attention shifted when the next dancer strolled onto the stage.

“Alright fellas, hold onto your Benjamin’s ‘cause it’s about to get sweet up in here! Coming to the stage, she’s sugar, spice and everything nice, with curves so delicious you’ll forget your own name. Be careful though, she might leave you with some cavities by the end of the night. Give it up for the lovely Candy!”

The second she stepped out, the crowd of men leaned forward, like hungry sharks. She wasn’t like the others though. She was new, fresh-faced, and a bundle of nerves. But that didn’t matter right this second. She played the part, masking her shyness behind a seductive smile that could melt anyone with a pulse.

Candy was beyond gorgeous. Her smooth, brown skin shimmered under the stage lights, and the crimson two-piece she wore clung to every dip and swell of her body. Her hips swayed to the R&B song, deliberate, teasing.

“Goddamn,” Jimmy whistled low. “New girl got somethin’ fierce, huh?”

Jey was speechless, he couldn’t look away. Her curly hair was pulled into a updo, soft coils framing her soft, heart-shaped face. Full lips painted glossy pink parted into a playful pout as she ran her hands down her figure, playing to the crowd. But her eyes. Those big, dark, and doe-like eyes held a hint of innocence she couldn’t quite shake.

“Yeah, somethin’ for sure,” Jey muttered under his breath, heat pooling low in his groin.

Candy noticed him immediately. She was used to clients ogling her—most of them practically drooled or disgustingly grabbed their crotch in front of her—but he was different. He had this calm, magnetic energy, like he was letting her come to him. It made her stomach flip, even as she forced her most sultry grin.

When her set ended, and the applause faded, Candy slipped off the stage. But not before glancing over her shoulder and locking eyes with Jey.

♡

"You heard who's out there tonight, right?" Trinity grinned, her deep brown eyes glinting with mischief as she adjusted the thin straps of her bra. "You about to be real blessed, baby girl."

Cherise arched a perfectly sculpted brow, feigning disinterest. "Oh yeah? Who?"

Trinity sucked her teeth, nudging her shoulder. "Don’t act cute, Cher. The man of the damn hour is in VIP. Your VIP, might I add."

Cherise played coy, but her stomach did a little flip. She’d already heard that Jey Uso was here tonight. And apparently, he was her very first private dance.

Her pulse raced.

"He cute or whateva,” she said, glossing over the fact that she was a fan. She’d watched him claw his way to being a singles star. And now he was here, in her club, about to have her in his lap.

Trinity laughed, low and knowing. "Oh, he real cute, baby. And he got that mouth on him. Knows how to talk to a woman, make her feel good." She winked, nudging her shoulder with her own.

Cherise rolled her eyes but smiled. "You sound like you speaking from experience."

"Nah, Jimmy got my full attention," Trinity purred, licking her lips. "Speaking of which, you know that man is gonna be deep in this pussy before the night over. So if you hear me make any noise, mind your business."

Cherise giggled, shaking her head. "Y’all so damn nasty."

Trinity flipped her braids over her shoulder. "Mmhmm, and you 'bout to be nasty too. Just don’t let Jey have you falling, mama. These wrestlers? They dangerous."

Cherise smirked. "I can handle myself."

Trinity just laughed, giving her ass a playful slap before strutting off toward VIP.

Cherise exhaled slowly, fixing the sheer, sparkly robe draped over her curvy figure.

Showtime.

♡

The VIP room was warm, lit with soft purple lights that shined against the dark leather couch and mirrored walls. Private, sensual. The kind of space that invited sin.

Jey sat in the middle of it, legs spread, shades still covering his eyes, hands resting on his thick thighs.

He looked too good, too comfortable, like he belonged there with his chains glinting under the dim lighting. And he was waiting for her.

Cherise stepped inside, hips swaying slow, the confidence she wore so well settling around her like perfume. She was used to this, knew the game, knew how to keep them entertained just enough to keep ‘em hungry. But this was Jey.

And she already knew—he was different.

Jey’s gaze dragged up her body, slow like drizzling honey, lingering on her thick thighs, the way her curves filled out the soft red lace she had on. He smirked, licking his lips. "Damn, mama… that’s what they lettin’ you walk around in back here?"

Cherise stopped in front of him, rolling her hips to the bass-heavy R&B music vibrating through the walls. "You like it, baby?”

"Shit…" Jey let his head tilt back against the couch, eyes dark, hooded. "I love it."

Cherise bit back a grin. "Flatterin’ me ain’t gon’ get you nothin’ extra, baby."

"Who said I was tryna get somethin’ extra?" He grinned. "I’m just speakin’ my truth.”

She let her hands trail over chest, feeling the solid warmth of him and the occasional thump of his heartbeat. "Mmm…I bet you be runnin’ game on every girl in here.”

"Nah." Jey licked his lips. "I’on even be in places like this, baby. My brother dragged me."

"Mmhm." She slid onto his lap, her thighs bracketing his, their faces inches apart. "So if I ask the bouncers how many girls you pulled back here, they gon’ say none?"

Jey exhaled a laugh, fingers flexing on her hips. "They gon’ tell you I been sittin’ in that VIP all night, mindin’ my business."

Cherise hummed, her fingers playing at the chain around his neck. "So what makes me special then?"

Jey tilted his head, watching her close. "You tell me, baby girl." His voice was deep, lazy, smooth as melted honey. "I ain’t the one who picked this dance. You did."

She smirked. "That’s cute."

"Ain’t it?" His grip on her hips tightened, dragging her a little closer. "Nah, for real, I can tell. You move different. You one of them girls that don’t let just anybody dude here, huh?"

"Mm-mm." Cherise dragged her nails lightly over soft curls on the back of his neck. "I’m picky."

"Yeah?" His fingers slid up her back, teasing at the base of her spine. "How I make the cut then?"

"I dunno…” She let her lips brush his jaw, just barely. "Maybe I got a thing for wrestlers."

Jey chuckled, low and deep, squeezing her waist. "You watch me, huh?"

"I keep up."

"Ain’t that somethin’." He leaned in, pressing his nose against her cheek. "And here I was thinkin’ I had to make you a fan."

"Mmm, you still might have to work for it." She pressed a soft kiss to his jaw, slow and teasing, right before she rolled her hips against his.

Jey sucked in a breath, his grip turning just a little rougher. “Aye, don’t play wit’ me, pretty girl.”

"Who’s playin’?" She dragged her lips down his throat, slow and deliberate, her hands traveling up his body, feeling the soft tonedness of his stomach. "You like that, Joshua?"

Jey froze.

His hands tensed on her ass, and she felt the shift, the way his whole body reacted to the way his real name left her lips.

"Damn…" He exhaled a quiet laugh, pressing his forehead to hers. "That’s how we doin’ it, huh?”

"Mmm…" She kissed the corner of his mouth. "That’s how I’m doin’ it."

"You somethin’ else, Candy…” His lips grazed hers, barely there, his breath warm against her mouth. "You gon’ drive me crazy, ain’t you?"

"Guess you’ll have to wait and see."

Jey groaned, squeezing her thigh. "You know what’s wild?"

“Enlighten me.”

"You sittin’ on me, talkin’ shit, got me damn near ready to risk everything in this bitch… and you still ain’t tell me your name."

Cherise laughed, slow and sweet, sliding a hand up his throat to his jaw. “You ain’t ask right."

"Oh, so I gotta ask nice?" His lips ghosted over hers again, teasing, taunting, barely touching but still driving her crazy. "That what you want, baby girl?"

"Mmm… maybe…" She let her tongue flick out, just barely tasting his lower lip.

Jey growled, deep in his throat, and finally…finally closed the space, his mouth capturing hers in a kiss that was slow, deep, and damn near dangerous.

Cherise melted into it, letting herself enjoy the way he tasted—Hennessy, something minty, something just Jey. His grip on her waist turned possessive, fingers digging in the flesh of her ass, rolling her just right against him.

His tongue slid against hers, slow and deliberate, like he was trying to memorize her taste.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Time’s up!"

They both froze.

Jey groaned, pulling back, licking his lips like he was pissed about the interruption. "Damn…"

Cherise smirked, slipping off his lap, dragging her fingers down his chest as she stood. "Guess you’ll have to come back if you wanna finish."

Jey leaned back, legs still spread, watching her. "You somethin’ else, girl."

She paused at the door, hesitated then turned back, biting her lip. "Cherise."

"Huh?"

"That’s my name."

Jey exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he watched her walk to the door. She gave him one last look with a small smile perched on her kiss-swollen lips, “Get home safe, Joshua.” and finally exited the room.

"Cherise…" he repeated under his breath, the taste of her cherry flavored lip gloss still plaguing his taste buds in the most amazing way. "Yeah, I’ma see you again, baby girl.”

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[trippinsorrows]

looking through your eyes + masterlist

summary:

The Bloodline is a notorious crime family known all across the underground world. A family that’s been at the top of the food chain for generations. Currently led by the ruthless, stoic Roman Reigns, their success has never been better. But as Roman moves up the age ladder, his chief advisors are pushing him to set aside the one night stands in favor of settling down to ensure the continuation of the bloodline.

Enter: Solana Miller. Scarred both literally and figuratively from a lifetime of trauma, she finds herself embedded in a twisted game of politics when she’s forced into an arranged marriage with the tribal chief himself. A union built upon lies, Solana doesn’t expect her days to last long given Roman’s notorious temper.

Roman initially opposes the union, finding Solana to be entirely too fragile for his preference but eventually agrees under the guise that she will be unseen and unheard outside of her duties in giving him an heir.

What neither of these two realize is maybe there’s more to each other than meets the eye and that maybe the healing they’ve both been unconsciously looking for can be found in one another….. 

details:

cw/tw: extreme violence, graphic language, murder, drugs, torture, abuse (of children and adults), childhood sexual assault, mental health struggles, mafia, crime, fluff, smut, and suggestive content

song inspo: 'looking through your eyes’ by leann rimes

pairing: roman reigns x poc!oc

feat characters: jimmy uso, jey uso, solo sikoa, naomi, nia jax, paul heyman, rikishi, the rock, sasha banks, cody rhodes, brandi rhodes, seth rollins, becky lynch, bianca belair, jade cargill, sami zayn, kevin owens, brock lesnar and more. (see cast here)

chapters:

act one

chapter one + chapter two + chapter three + chapter four + chapter five + chapter six + chapter seven + chapter eight + chapter nine + chapter ten + chapter eleven + chapter twelve + chapter thirteen + chapter fourteen

act two

chapter fifteen + chapter sixteen + chapter seventeen + chapter eighteen + chapter nineteen + chapter twenty + chapter twenty-one + chapter twenty two + chapter twenty three + chapter twenty four + chapter twenty five

act three

chapter twenty six + chapter twenty seven + chapter twenty eight + chapter twenty nine + chapter thirty + chapter thirty one + chapter thirty two + chapter thirty three + chapter thirty four + chapter thirty five + chapter thirty six (coming soon)

shorts:

dulce interrupting roman and solana during 'spicy' time

roman calling sam 'solana' while being intimate

jey's bad ass kids

au roman and solana first meeting

roman and fetu discussion

solana visits roman in his office

roman and solana halloween costume short

roman and solana in the gym

star-crossed lovers au short

roman and solana cooking short

roman and solana talk about dom short

solana asks roman to go out to dinner short

sick days

sleepless nights

before the fall

au short // made for me

leya

au roman being at the first ob-gyn appt

extras

⪨ click here to read asks regarding the story ⪩

⪨ click here to see current list of short suggestions ⪩

story inspired spotify playlist

roman's lock screens: part 1

roman's lock screens: part 2

roman's nsfw lock screens: part 3

roman and solana's house

roso visuals

roso texts

roso texts 2

roso texts 3

solana's instagram

solana's posts 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

[acknowledge-reigns]

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

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MDNI!! 18+!!!

Masterlist/Schedule below the cut!

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

🎃 Work

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

🎃 Body Say

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

🎃 Freakend

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

🎃 Positions

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

🎃 Versace On The Floor

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

🎃 Slumber Party

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

🎃 Sweetest Pie

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

🎃 Animals

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

🎃 Hrs & Hrs

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

🎃 Made For Me

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

🎃 Everyday

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

🎃 Dangerous Woman

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

🎃 Trick Or Treat

Happy Halloween 🦇

[caramelcleopatraa]

sissss can we PLEASE get a Roman x reader x groupchat for the holidaysssss

SMAU: WYD For Christmas?

Characters and Pairings:

Roman Reigns, Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso, Talia (OC), Trinity/Naomi, Roman x Reader, Jey x Talia (OC), Jimmy x Trinity/Naomi

Content Warnings:

Suggestive themes, alluding to sexual activities, severe fuckery

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@theninthwonder @harmshake @alichesmi @thesamoanqueen

@alyyaanna @empressdede @badbitchcentralinc @christinabae

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@msbigredmachine @sayyestoheav3nn @trippinsorrows @mzv11

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@queeny23 @bebesobrielo @heauxvibez @amandairene88

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[xoxorealitygalore]

Nasty Dancer III

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?

Taglist: @xbriexx @christinabae

Previous: Chapter Two

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Aphrodite’s friends—Mona, India, and Jatae—were gathered around her, their laughter and chatter forming a soft, comforting hum in the background as they readied themselves for the night ahead. The evening was meant to be a celebration of many things, though it felt a little complicated for Aphrodite. A call-up to the main roster in WWE was a huge achievement, one that deserved to be shouted from the rooftops. But tonight, there was something more she was trying to escape: the weight of her past. The weight of Joseph.

Mona, India, and Jatae were all there for her, each a vital part of the mosaic of her life. They had known Aphrodite since they were young girls in elementary school, and their bond had only strengthened over the years. Through every milestone, every heartbreak, and every success, they had been there. And tonight, they knew their role was no different: to help Aphrodite forget, if only for a few hours, the pain that still lingered from her breakup with Joseph—the man who had once been everything to her, but now, only a painful memory.

Dinner had been at Giselle, a fusion restaurant that had been their spot for as long as Aphrodite could remember. The city lights shimmered outside the windows of the sleek, upscale fusion restaurant. The hustle of the streets below was muffled by the heavy glass, but the energy of the night still found its way through—an electric hum that Aphrodite couldn’t quite ignore. The food had been good, but the company was what had really gotten her through.

The air was filled with the scent of truffle oil and seared tuna, but it was the conversation that mattered. Mona was the first to bring up the subject they all knew was on Aphrodite’s mind. They knew how much the breakup with Joseph had hurt her. It wasn’t just the end of a relationship, it was the loss of something even more significant: a future she had once thought was hers. The baby. The miscarriage. All the unspoken words, the guilt, the grief.

Jatae, always the protector, had been especially vocal about encouraging Aphrodite to speak to Joseph. To talk about the miscarriage, to not hold everything inside. She knew her friend’s silence wasn’t helping her heal. But Aphrodite wasn’t ready. She wasn’t ready to face Joseph—not after everything that had happened. Not after he’d broken her heart and not after she’d lost their child. Jatae had pushed. Jatae had supported. But it wasn’t until Aphrodite exploded at Joseph in an elevator, nearly screaming at him about the baby they almost had, that she realized how much the loss still consumed her.

And when she did, when she saw Jatae's look of concern, it had been the first time Aphrodite had seen the rawness of what she was carrying inside. But even then, Jatae hadn’t said "I told you so." She didn’t need to. She just offered to spend the week with Aphrodite, to help her get through it, however long it would take.

Now, an hour later, as the night morphed into something more vibrant and electric, they found themselves at the nightclub. The heavy bass of the music vibrated through the floor beneath their feet, and the colorful lights flickered overhead, splashing over the crowd like liquid rainbows. The atmosphere was infectious. The energy was real. It was supposed to be a night of fun, of distraction, and for a while, it was. Mona had Aphrodite laughing so hard that the ache in her chest seemed to ease just a little.

But then Joseph walked in.

Aphrodite’s stomach dropped, her eyes briefly meeting his from across the crowded room. He was with his cousins, Jacob and Zilla, along with a few other people Aphrodite didn’t recognize. She had heard that Joseph was a regular at this club, but seeing him in person felt like a punch to the gut. He didn’t seem to notice her at first, his attention on his own group, but as fate would have it, Yami—Jacob’s girlfriend, who also happened to work for WWE and was one of Aphrodite’s friends—spotted her from across the room.

“Hey, girl!” Yami called out, making her way over to Aphrodite’s section, her bright smile lighting up the space between them. The two shared a quick, genuine hug before Yami glanced at Joseph, then back at Aphrodite.

“Hey,” Aphrodite replied, her voice steady, though her heart was racing. She caught a glimpse of India’s narrowed eyes in her peripheral vision. India, the one who always kept an eye out for Aphrodite, the one who had never fully trusted Joseph, was already sizing him up.

Zilla, noticing the shift in the energy, leaned over and asked Mona if it was okay for them to join the girls in their section. Mona, ever the peacemaker, was quick to answer with a warm smile.

“The more, the merrier,” she said, though there was an edge to her voice that Aphrodite could hear, even through the music.

The song "Thuggin" by Big Boogie began to play, and the bass surged through the club, the rhythm like a heartbeat in the dark. Aphrodite let herself be swept into the music. She needed to feel alive again, to forget. Mona was right there beside her, dancing like they always had, and soon enough, Aphrodite found herself twerking against Mona’s body. The world around her blurred as the music consumed her, the alcohol warming her veins. For a few moments, she felt untouchable, invincible, and free from the weight of her emotions.

But then, the pressure of eyes on her returned.

Aphrodite knew Joseph was watching. She could feel it—the heat of his gaze burning through her skin like a memory she couldn’t erase. But she refused to look back. Instead, she kept dancing, focusing on Mona, who was matching her moves with a playful grin.

Meanwhile, Zilla leaned over and whispered something in Mona’s ear. Mona’s face lit up with a mischievous smile, and a few seconds later, the shift in seating took place. Without Aphrodite noticing, Mona and Joseph switched places, so now Joseph was seated behind her, his presence like a shadow she couldn’t escape.

India, who had been silently observing the whole situation, shook her head. She knew what Mona was trying to do. She knew Mona had a tendency to push things to the edge, to stir up emotions that Aphrodite wasn’t ready to face. India didn’t like it, and she wasn’t about to let it go down without a fight.

“Jatae,” India muttered under her breath, clearly irritated, “She’s doing it again. You know what she’s trying to do.”

Jatae, ever the calm one, simply grabbed India by the arm. “Let it be, India,” she said softly. “Let her handle this in her own way.”

But even Jatae couldn’t ignore the way the night was unfolding. The tension in the air was thick, almost tangible, like a storm on the horizon. Aphrodite felt it, too. The alcohol was loosening her inhibitions, but the feelings were still there, lurking beneath the surface. She wasn’t ready to deal with Joseph, but here he was, in her space, as if fate was forcing them to face what they hadn’t finished.

And then, without thinking, she turned around.

She could feel Joseph’s breath on her skin as he tugged her down onto his lap. His hands moved instinctively along her sides, tracing the contours of her body like he had done so many times before. And Aphrodite, in her slightly drunken haze, let herself lean back against his chest.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” she told him, her voice low and almost defiant.

Joseph’s lips brushed her ear as he replied, his voice dark and steady. “I think it does.”

Before Aphrodite could respond, India, who had seen enough, rushed over and yanked her away from Joseph’s lap. “Bathroom break,” she said firmly, her grip tight on Aphrodite’s arm as she dragged her away.

Once in the bathroom, India didn’t hold back. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice a mix of confusion and frustration.

Aphrodite, feeling the alcohol start to dull the edges of her thoughts, shook her head. “I don’t know.”

“Do you still love him?” India asked, already knowing the answer. “Of course you do. I don’t know why I even asked.”

Aphrodite sighed, but before she could respond, India went on a mini rant about how Joseph had hurt her, how he didn’t deserve her. Aphrodite didn’t have the energy to argue, but when India’s words started to sting, she snapped.

“Enough!” Aphrodite screamed. “I love you, and I know you’re looking out for me, but please stop. Let me figure things out on my own.”

India pouted, the hurt evident in her eyes, but she nodded silently. “I just don’t want you hurt again. Especially by him,” she said softly.

Aphrodite leaned into her, holding onto her tightly. “I know,” she whispered. “I know.”

In the quiet bathroom, the music from the club still thrummed faintly in the distance, but in that moment, everything else faded away. Aphrodite felt a strange sense of clarity, as though, for the first time in months, she was beginning to untangle the knots in her heart.

Tonight wasn’t about finding answers. It wasn’t about solving everything. It was about taking a breath. Letting go of the past, even if just for a few hours. And with her friends by her side, Aphrodite realized that, maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

Next: Chapter Four

[bloodlineslut]

The Law of Obsession (Ch.3) | Roman Reigns

Pairings: Roman Reigns x black! OC

Warnings: none

Summary: A day in Roman’s life at his law firm, including a glimpse of some of the shady business he does. Jimmy and Jey convince Roman to go out with them after mentioning Laila would be there.

Word Count: 2.7k words

A/N: okay so…it actually is the next day but yall I get distracted while trying to study so I wasted a lot of time before I finished this chapter pls don’t shoot me. Also, can you say cliffhanger at the end?? Something spicy is gonna happen in the next chapter though so don’t worry

Roman’s eyes blinked open, staring at the ceiling of his luxury condo that overlooked Miami Beach.

Every morning, he woke up at 7 am on the dot, like clockwork. His morning routine consisted of grabbing his phone to check for any missed calls or texts he may have gotten through the night. Especially any from Paul or the twins.

As usual, there were.

Paul Heyman: 2 missed calls

Paul Heyman: Chief, I apologize for the late text, but a man by the name of Sami Zayn is requesting a meeting with you tomorrow morning when you get to the office. He says he really needs your help.

Jimmy: Hey uce, I might need you to handle some business for me next week, that cool?

Jey: Aye man, we still gon’ go to that club tomorrow night?

Roman read through and responded to all the texts, shaking his head at Jey’s message. He found himself hoping for a text from a certain person, though.

Laila.

‘Last night was a school night. She probably studied herself to sleep.’ Roman chuckled at the thought.

She was such a good girl. Focused on school and working hard.

She was just what Roman needed.

A breath of fresh air.

Something good and pure that he could come home to after a dirty day at work.

Roman sat up and got out of his king size bed, not bothering to make it until later.

He goes straight to one of the bedrooms that he turned into a home gym, putting his AirPods in and going to his workout playlist. The room had a mirror that ran from one end of the room to the other, a mini fridge with ice cold water, Gatorade, and protein powder/bars.

There was every piece of workout equipment in there that you could imagine, from dumbbells to machines and everything in between.

Roman usually tried to make his workouts in the morning an hour long, so that he could shower and everything else, and still be on time for work.

After working on his back and legs, he walked back to his master bedroom to take a steamy shower and to wash his hair.

Another hour later, he was out the door and on the way to the firm.

“Good morning, Mr. Reigns! Here is your coffee, and a list of all your meetings lined up for today.” His secretary greeted him as soon as he walked through the revolving door.

Sasha Banks.

She had the biggest crush on him, but Roman never even looked at her in that way. To be honest, he was a bit oblivious to her advances because his mind was always solely focused on work.

He took the coffee and the file from her, only giving her a quick “Morning. Thank you.”

As he walked towards the elevator, his back to Sasha, her smile faded a little, wishing that he was as interested in her, as was she.

As soon as the elevator doors opened to the top floor, where Roman’s office was located, he was greeted by the sight of Paul.

“Good morning my chief! I see that you messaged me back earlier. I’ve directed Mr. Zayn to your office if that’s okay with you?”

Roman slightly scowled at having to be bothered when he just got to work. “Alright Paul. But next time, wait until I’m here.” He firmly warned his right hand man.

Paul nodded apologetically. “Yes, sir. I won’t disappoint again!”

Roman inwardly rolled his eyes, just wanting to be left alone for at least 5 minutes.

He saw that his office door was slightly ajar with a man with shoulder length messy red hair seated in the chair in front of his desk.

“Oh hello, Mr. Re-” Roman put his hand up to silence the new client.

Roman could tell that whatever this guy did can’t be that bad.

“5 minutes of no talking.” Roman told the man, just needing to settle down.

Five minutes later, as promised, they got to business.

Sami explained that he got busted for marijuana in his possession that wasn’t really his. He was with some of his friends and they got pulled over by a police officer and Sami “looked the most suspicious” so they brought him to the station and charged him.

Roman raised an eyebrow at this. “They thought you looked the most suspicious?”

Sami laughed with a scoff. “I know right?!”

“You look like you wouldn’t even kill a fly. Why did you come to me?”

Sami pointed at nothing, motioning that one of his family members was the one who recommended Reigns, Heyman, & Associates.

Roman scrunched up his face and laughed. “Nah. You’d be better off going to the floor under me. Talk to one of the associates, they’ll help you out.” He pointed out, opening his meeting schedule from the file on his desk.

Sami’s mood didn’t even falter. “Oh okay! Wow, thank you so much Mr. Reigns. I’ll go do that.” He quickly stood up and left the office.

Roman grabbed one of the sleek black pens settled in a company mug and crossed that meeting off of his list. In another hour, he had another meeting with what was becoming one of his regular clients—Dominik Mysterio.

He shook his head. That boy was such a headache. He’s always doing dumb shit without thinking. This time, he tried to shoplift but got caught by the store owner.

Now, Dominik was sitting in front of Roman, nervously bouncing his leg. “I wasn’t trying to get caught! I always get away with it…”

“Yea, well this time, you didn’t. The store owner caught you.” Roman bluntly told the boy—because he didn’t see him as a man with these childish acts he displayed.

Roman leaned back in his cushioned office swivel chair, thinking.

“Now, I could handle this little misdemeanor in court. I could get the charge dropped, call some people, maybe bribe ‘em.” He rested his hand on his jaw, stroking it. “Or I could get my men to pay this guy a little visit.”

Dominik’s eyes widen. “Like talk to him?”

Roman chuckles at his naivety. “Yea, sure. Put a little fire under his ass.”

Dominik swallows nervously. “They won’t hurt him right? I don’t want anyone to get hurt.”

Roman squints his eyes. This boy could damn near be his son, as many times as he’s gotten him out of trouble.

“No, they won’t hurt him. But, the next time I see you up here, I’m gon’ teach you something.” Roman warned.

Dominik nodded his head. “Thanks Mr. Reigns. I’ll try to do better.”

“Yea, yea. Get out.”

As the day at the firm was coming to an end, the only thing that helped Roman get through it was the thought of Laila.

The office was peaceful.

That was, until he heard the familiar voices of his two loud ass cousins down the hall.

“Yo, yo, yo! So, we going out tonight?” Jey and Jimmy walked in his office without even knocking or anything.

Jimmy plopped down on the couch that was situated in the corner of Roman’s office, looking at his phone.

“Ya’ll just don’t have any decorum huh?”

“Aye, we family. We don’t gotta do all that, uce.” Jimmy chimes in from the corner, making Roman sigh.

“So yes to the club?” Jey presses on.

Roman shakes his head no.

“Man come on! When was the last time you went out? College?” Jey teased him, making Jimmy laugh out.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Jimmy stood up, walking next to Jey. “You know Naomi gon’ bring Laila with us…” Knowing that would catch Roman’s attention.

Roman’s eyes shot up at the twins.

“See how them big ass ears just perked up like that?” Jimmy grabbed his own ears and pulled them up, illustrating how Roman looked.

“How do you know that?”

Jimmy smacked his teeth. “They was planning to get ready together, do each other’s makeup or hair or something. You know girls be doing that stuff.”

Jey pointed at his twin, agreeing.

“So, it’s a yes?” Jey asked once again, and Roman’s lack of an answer was all they needed to hear.

“Yeet!” The twins both dapped each other up, before doing the same to Roman, making a ghost of a smile appear on his face.

“Only if.” The twins dropped their shoulders and groaned out.

“You two do something for me next week. Rough a guy up a little bit.” He briefly explains.

“Alright, uce. You know we got you.” Jey agrees.

“Aye, what about what I told you about, though.” Jimmy says cocking his head to the side.

“I know. I’ll handle it, don’t worry.” Roman reassured his cousin.

The three of them ended up talking for like another 2 hours about everything they needed to get caught up on in each other’s lives.

Jimmy’s phone started ringing and it was Naomi. She told him that Laila was about to come over to their house so they could start getting ready.

After he got off of the phone, he explained he was going to head back to his house. “Roman, we gotta bounce. Knowing Naomi, she probably want me to pick them up some McDonald’s.” He shook his head.

“Aye, catch you later tonight though?” Jey puts out his fist for a fist bump and Roman obliges.

“Yea.”

The twins were almost out the door when Jimmy turned around. “Can you bring your driver to the house when you get there? I ain’t trying to be nobody’s DD tonight!” He dramatically put his hands up in defense.

Roman actually laughs at this. “Yea. And I’ll bring the Escalade for all of us.”

“See, that’s what I’m talking ‘bout. See you uce!” And they were both gone just as quickly as they had arrived.

After finishing some more paperwork, Roman could finally leave and go home. The thought of seeing Laila later made his heart speed up a little bit.

He grabbed his keys and briefcase and headed to the parking garage that was connected to the building and made his way to his condo.

As soon as he walked in the door and locked it, he texted his driver and informed him that he’ll be driving tonight and that he’ll get a bonus since it was at such short notice.

Putting his briefcase on the kitchen island, he headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower and touch up his beard.

Quickly finishing his shower, he stepped out and wrapped the white towel around his waist, walking to the closet. Damn near all his clothes were black, so he grabbed a plain black T-shirt, a pair of black cargo pants, and his Jordan 11 Retro Bred’s.

After getting dressed and spraying some cologne on, his driver texted him back just in time saying that he was waiting in the car outside.

Roman set the alarm in his home before locking the front door and heading downstairs.

“Good evening Mr. Reigns. How are you?” His driver greeted him as he sat in the backseat.

“Hey man, I’m doing good. And like I said, you’ll get that bonus because it was short notice. Appreciate it.” He told the driver, firmly shaking his hand.

The ride to Jimmy’s house was calm and silent as Roman never listened to music in the car.

They pulled up in Jimmy’s driveway and Roman noted the extra car that was present that wasn’t Jimmy, Jey, or Naomi’s.

A black Volkswagen Beetle.

Roman smirked.

He stepped out of the still-running car, as his driver preferred to just always stay in the car and wait for everyone else so he could bring them to their destination.

Walking up to the front door, he rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer.

“Ya’ll that’s probably Roman!” He heard the muffled sound of Naomi’s voice on the other side of the door before she opened it.

“See I knew it. Hey Roman, come on in!”

“Hey Naomi. Them knuckleheads ready?” He motioned his head to the kitchen.

“They up in there taking shots.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head in irritation.

Suddenly there was the sound of another voice getting closer to the two.

“Naomi, can you put this necklace on for-”

Laila stopped in her tracks at seeing the sight of Roman. Her heart beating out of her chest in his presence, just like when they talked for the first time at the café.

His eyes were glued to hers, smiling softly at her, sensing her surprise at his coming.

“Aye Naomi! Come here for a minute!” Jimmy called from in the kitchen in the midst of him and Jey laughing about God knows what.

Naomi rolled her eyes for what felt like the hundredth time, but obliged. “This house knows no peace.”

Laila giggled before looking back to Roman.

“You need help with that?” He looked down at the necklace she was holding in her two hands.

Laila forgot that’s what she came downstairs for and looked at the dainty chain in her hands. “Oh yeah…”

“I’ll put it on for you.” He reached out and gently took it from her hands, being careful not to tangle it.

“Thank you.” Laila spoke out, turning her back to him and moving her hair out of the way.

It was so intimate, the position they were in. She nearly jumped at the feeling of his fingertips on the back of her neck as he opened the clasp and locked it around one of the chain loops.

While she was trying to control her labored breaths, Roman was getting a bit excited too.

He let his fingertips linger on her nape for a few seconds longer than necessary. His fingers were warm.

“Too tight?” His voice was low.

Laila swallowed and let her hair fall as she turned to face him. “No, it’s fine.” She smiled at him, still so nervous and not knowing what to do with her body, hands, how to stand, or anything.

“You look so beautiful.” The sudden compliment caught Laila by surprise.

This night was just full of surprises.

“Thank you,” She smiled, feeling her face get hot.

First, she didn’t know Roman would be accompanying them to the club because the twins made it sound like he was a homebody.

Which he was, but as soon as he heard Laila was going, he immediately was on board, even if he had to sacrifice his relaxing night by being surrounded by a bunch of dumbasses who were drunk and acting wild.

Laila’s outfit consisted of a white button down halter top, a pair of jeans, and some white open-toed heels.

Roman liked the simplicity of it because he was sure she’d look good in anything.

His eyes were raking over every inch of her, just admiring how perfect she was.

Her eyes rested on his arms.

She noticed them before obviously.

The way his suit fit so deliciously over every part of his body at the café that day. But standing so close and directly in front of him with nothing between them, she saw everything in sharp detail.

The veins running down his forearms, his knuckles that seemed slightly rough, the thought that he could most likely defend himself very well if need be.

“What?” Roman asked, noticing that she zoned out. He wanted to know what she was thinking at all times.

Laila shook her head, laughing it off. “Just thinking..”

“About what? Tell me.” The way he just coerced the answer out of her. It made her weak in the knees. Like you have no choice but to do what he says.

She never had a man take the lead like this.

She never had a man at all, actually.

“You definitely work out a lot.”

Roman grinned at this, scratching his ear, and putting his hands back in his pockets.

“Gotta keep up appearances,” He kept his eyes locked on hers. “Sometimes I gotta remind people who they’re working with.” He said the last part lowly on purpose, and more seriously.

This made Laila laugh. That beautiful melody in his ears.

He’d give anything to hear that laugh every single day.

Their moment was interrupted by two tipsy twins.

“We ready to gooooo!” Jey blurted out.

Naomi looked over at Laila and Roman. “You two bet’ not end up like this.” She pointed to the twins.

Laila and Roman looked at each other and shared a laugh.

After everyone got back in the Escalade and Jimmy making the driver laugh, Laila who was seated right next to Roman couldn’t help but wonder what the night had in store for them.

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Chapter 6 - Date Night?

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Summary: Rosa Winters and her cousin have moved to the main roster, and onto Total Divas. Rosa and Josh have gotten much closer, but where will they go from here.

WARNINGS: mentions of major injury [no blood meantioned] fluff. This story WILL contain sexual content, so minors DNI

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Word count: 1761

The tension was palpable as I made my way to the ring, the fans erupting into cheers as I flipped down the aisle before landing in the ring, the cheers dialing back momentarily before AJ came out.

The crowd exploded into cheers again as AJ Lee, the current Divas Champion, skipped her way to the ring, her infectious energy filling the arena. Her confident smirk matched the cheers of her fans. I stood across the ring. I cracked my knuckles, my gaze locked on AJ.

As the bell rang, AJ darted forward, circling me with her quick, playful movements. I planted my feet firmly, waiting for the right moment. When AJ moved in for a lock-up, I countered with a swift spin, grabbing AJ’s arm and flipping her into a quick arm drag.

AJ rolled through and sprang back to her feet, smirking. “Not bad,” she teased.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” I shot back with a grin.

I charged at AJ, leaping into a spinning handspring and catching her with a flawless back elbow to the jaw. The crowd gasped at the sheer precision of the move as AJ stumbled into the corner. I didn’t let up, running to her grabbing behind her neck locking her into my signature move the Winter Whip, I launched my feet forward to build momentum before launching her over my head slamming her into the mat. AJ crumpled to the mat, clutching her ribs.

I hooked her leg for the pin.

“One… two…” AJ kicked out just in time, and the fans erupted in relief.

I slapped the mat in frustration but quickly regained my focus. I grabbed AJ’s wrist, pulling her to her feet. AJ, ever the opportunist, twisted out of my grip and caught me with a quick kick to the midsection. Seizing the moment, AJ whipped me into the ropes and hit a spinning heel kick that sent me tumbling.

The momentum shifted as AJ took control, delivering a series of kicks to my legs and torso. AJ grabbed me for a neckbreaker, landing it perfectly, and quickly climbed the turnbuckle. The crowd roared as AJ leaped off with a diving crossbody.

I knew exactly how to counter her. Catching AJ midair, I twisted into my devastating White Widow, a seamless backflip slam that left AJ sprawled on the mat. The arena erupted as I went for another pin.

“One… two…” AJ kicked out again, the crowd on their feet with anticipation.

Frustrated but determined, I pulled AJ up and set her up for another high-flying maneuver. I climbed to the ropes, ready to end the match with one final display of acrobatics, but AJ rushed forward, yanking me off the ropes and onto the mat.

My head hit the mat hard, with my vision blurred and mind dazed, AJ sprang into action, locking in her signature Black Widow submission hold. Her legs and arms coiled around me with unrelenting precision, bending me backward. I thrashed, desperate to escape, but AJ’s grip was ironclad.

“Come on, Rosa, tap out!” AJ shouted, her voice sharp with determination.

I tried to claw toward the ropes, my fans urging me on, but the pain was too much. With no other option, I tapped out, and the referee called for the bell.

The crowd erupted as AJ released the hold and jumped to her feet, her arms raised in triumph. I lay on the mat, clutching her shoulder in frustration and pain, but even I couldn’t hide a flicker of respect for AJ’s resilience.

“And your winner by submission—AJ Lee!” the announcer declared, the arena shaking with cheers.

AJ skipped around the ring, blowing kisses to the fans, her energy as infectious as ever. I slowly got to my feet, eyeing AJ with a nod of acknowledgment. We locked eyes for a moment, a silent promise of battles yet to come.

As AJ left the ring, I stood tall despite my loss, determined to be the one on top next time.

Once they cut the cameras I dragged myself backstage once again meeting Trin, Jon and Josh in the back.

“Ro, that was amazing! I totally thought you were gonna win,” Trin said, throwing her arm around my neck.

“I hit the mat super hard, my head is pounding,” I said, rubbing my forehead.

“We should get you to the trainer,” Trin said, looking at me with worry in her eyes.

“No, I'll be fine I'm gonna go get changed, I'll be back guys hold up,” I said heading into the locker room.

I changed into a grey bodysuit with a grey cardigan and white slides. My hair pulled into a top-knot with a giant white satin scrunchie.

I rubbed my temples trying to satiate my pounding head but it wasn't working. I sighed making my way from the locker room back to the others.

“I'm ready to go,” I said, standing at Josh's side.

“Are you sure you don't wanna go see the medic sis? You don't look great,” Trin said.

-Interview-

“Yeah turns out I really wasn't all that good. Not exactly my finest moment in the ring, but I don't blame AJ it was my own fault. I landed wrong,” I shook my head at my own idiocy, disappointed in myself for my rookie mistake. “Definitely super mad at myself. I genuinely can't believe I didn't protect my head.”

-Return To Show-

“I swear Trin I'm fine, just a minor headache,” I said, waving her off. “I just need an aspirin and I'll be fine.” I closed my eyes, the dizziness taking over.

“Ok maybe I should go see the trainer,” I said, next thing I knew the world spun and then- nothing

When I opened my eyes, I was staring at the bright lights of a hospital. The sound of a heart monitor was all that accompanied me, it was muffled, like I was underwater. A face appeared above me it was a nurse, checking my vitals.

"Ms. Winters its good to see you awake, hows your head, are you having any pain?" She asked.

I tried to answer, but my tongue felt like lead. My head throbbed, and my vision was still blurred I blinked hard, trying to clear the fog.

"What happened?" I asked. I didn’t know what happened, how long I was out. In fact, I wasn't even sure what day it was. A sinking feeling settled in my stomach.

"Easy," she said, pressing a hand to my shoulder. "You blacked out at the arena after your match that boyfriend of yours brought you straight here. He just ran to the bathroom he should be back soon."

My heart pounded. I’d taken hits before, but this was different. I felt… off. Nauseous. Like the ground was shifting beneath me even though I was lying safely in my hospital bed.

I tried to sit up, a wave of dizziness hit, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Hey, hey slow down," Josh said, rushing to my side helping me sit up.

"I'm fine," I protested brushing him off.

"No you're not Rose, you passed out! You have a serious concussion," Josh said, rubbing his eyes in exasperation. "You scared the shit outta me you've been out for a whole day! Not to mention you almost gave Trin a heart attack, you gotta worry about yourself more."

Josh sat nearby, as the doctor entered with a clipboard in hand.

Dr. Patel, a tall woman with dark hair and bright eyes pulled up a stool beside me. "How are you feeling, Ms. Winters?"

"Like I got hit by a truck," I muttered, rubbing my temples. "What happened? I mean, I remember my match and getting changed, but after that, it’s all fuzzy."

Dr. Patel nodded. "That’s not surprising. You suffered a concussion, actually, a pretty significant one. You blacked out, which means your brain took enough of an impact to briefly shut down. That’s a serious sign."

I swallowed rubbing my right eye nervously. "So… what does that mean? Am I out for a few days? No training, no matches"

The doctor sighed, glancing at Josh before answering. "It means you need to rest. Real rest. No screens, no training, and definitely no matches, for a while. Your brain needs time to heal. If you rush back too soon, you risk another concussion, and that could be much worse."

I frowned. "But we’ve got Wrestlemainia coming up, and I can't miss my chance at a Wrestlemainia match, its a huge opportunity and-"

Dr. Patel held up a hand. "I know it’s hard to be out, but this isn’t just about one match. If you push it, you could deal with long-term problems, memory issues, mood changes, even trouble concentrating."

I took a deep breath, leaning back against the pillow. I hated the thought of missing time on the road and in the ring, but something about the way she said "long-term problems" sent a chill down my spine.

Josh reached for my hand. "Your health comes first, Rosa. You could be out for good if you come back too fast."

Dr. Patel nodded. "Exactly. We’ll monitor your symptoms, and when it’s safe, we’ll talk about easing back into the ring. But for now you rest. That’s your job."

I let out a slow breath. I’d always played through my pain before, but this- this was different. And for the first time, I realized just how much was at stake. My career could be over if I don't take it slow.

"Can I still travel with my family? Can I stay on the road with everyone?" I asked. Dr. Patel sighed, weighing her options.

"I'm inclined to say no, however I know that its important to you to stay with your family, so, so long as you wear sunglasses and stay out of the line of fire, I think its ok," she said.

"I promise," I said, a small smile gracing my features.

"Good, I'll get started on your discharges now and we'll get you guys outta here," she said. I nodded in thanks.

Once she left I turned to Josh. "At least I can stay with you guys," I said smiling.

"Yeah, but you heard her ma, strict rest. I'm gonna make sure of it," he said. I waved him off.

"I'm sorry about date night," I said looking down.

"Rosalinda, I can take you on a date anytime, but not if yo ass is dead. So shut up, we're gonna get you better, and we'll go on that date," Josh said.