#yeah some of us are with you on that Tama!

[ezralva]

If you understand all of these...

Lookit Handa's expression when Hiro refused to join the group hugging 'him'

...then chances are you're in Tama's squad.

It's funny to think that Tama's delusions are the fundamentals of almost (prolly) 95% Barakamon fanfics out there since 2014 😂

Pt 1

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Hello! I don't know if requests are open, I'm sorry, but I have a request 🥹 You can ignore it if you want!

Imagine the reader dyeing her hair, and Logan doesn't really understand the concept, but thinks she looks really pretty, and then she asks him to dye the back part where she can't see 😭❤️‍�� just cute and loving

My requests are always open!

Logan always loved your hair. He thought you always had it so pretty, even when you just woke up and it was all over the place. He loved whatever shampoo you used it always made it so soft and smelt sweet. You changed your hair often and it always turned out amazing, Logan just assumed that you went to the salon to get your hair done, he knew that you did your nails at home you said it was too expensive to go out and get them done professionally so you just did it at the house. He hated the smell of the polish, but he did love seeing you having pretty nails, so he put up with it and sometimes he even helped paint your right hand. However, he had just assumed you got your hair done professionally, he never saw you do your hair at the house at it just looked too well done for an amateur.

He has been getting upset with you lately, and he didn't know how to tell you.

He always wanted to be the one who took care of you. He wanted to provide for you, no matter the cost or what it was. He just wanted you to have whatever you wanted in life, but you kept denying his offers to get your hair done. He was about to just make an appointment at some random salon and drive you there for it so you would stop arguing with him over dumb stuff like money.

.

.

He just got off work and was walking into the house, ready to not back down from the fight he knew was coming, but as he was walking into the house, a strong smell overwhelmed his senses. He groaned and scrunched up his nose "the fuck is that smell??"

You nearly jumped out of your skin hearing Logan so soon. "Logan! You weren't supposed to be home for another hour!" You rushed back to the bathroom to try and clean up some of the hair product you've been using and to open the window to air out the room as best as you could.

"What is that smell?" Logan asked again, still not knowing what he was smelling. You cringed slightly and turned to him with the bowl of hair dye in your hands. "I was doing my hair, just a touch-up, but I-I thought you weren't going to be home for a while, so I thought I'd have time to air the house out. I know you're sensitive to smells and just assumed that the dye would be too strong for you."

Logan felt his heart swell slightly, hearing that you took his enhanced smell into consideration. "Do...do you need help?" He asked sort of bashfully. He took the bowl from your hand gently and mixed the dye with the brush. He cringed slightly from the smell, but he was ready to push through it to help you.

"Could you get the back for me? I don't think I got all of it" you turned around and showed him the back of your head and he bit back a laugh when he saw you missed a section of hair.

"Yeah, I got it, baby." he just told himself that he was painting... sort of? He really didn't know what he was doing, but he didn't want to mess up, so he just really lathered the dye on your hair and tried to not get it all over your skin. When he was done, he set the bowl down and tapped your shoulders, "Okay, I think I'm done now what?" You explained that you needed to set a timer and that you'd wash it out after it goes off. He nods and sets the timer for you.

He likes to think he is a patient man after living all of his years, but those 30 minutes felt like 30 years. Once the timer finally went off, he helped you wash your hair and watched as you dried and styled it. He was always excited to see how you ended up doing your hair but this time he was even more excited to see how it turned out and once you showed him how it turned out he couldn't help but feel pride knowing he was the one who helped you.

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Prada You Chapter 15

Summary:

In the summer of 1998, sparks fly between Nyeya and Jey.

Nyeya is an 18-year-old around the way girl. Jey is older, paid, and fine. He is also the leader of the infamous Prada Bois alongside his twin brother Jimmy.  The two have chemistry. However, Nyeya has plans outside of her attraction. With a birthday around the corner and dreams of living a good life, Nyeya sets her sights on enjoying the perks of Jey's money and hood celebrity.

But baby girl has no clue what it takes to really be down. Nyeya is about to learn some hard life lessons at the expense of her 'Prada' priced dreams.

Pairing: Jey Uso x Nyeya (Nye) Green (OC)

Author’s Note: This story is happening in an alternative universe. It features the current and original Bloodline members along with other WWE stars. So, the characters are themselves, but some things are switched around for the stories sake. This was originally written with all original characters, but I think it could work better this way. Hope you guys enjoy it and I actually finish it...

Warning: Please be advised that this chapter contains underage drinking, age gap relationships.

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story (if any). All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

Chapter 15: Division

The sunlight streamed through my bedroom window, warming the hardwood floor and catching on the gold bracelet still clinging to my wrist. I turned it over in my hand, the engraved words Belongs to a Prada Boi glinting in the light. It felt heavy—heavier than gold should. I had barely slept since Jey clasped it on, and now it seemed like a permanent reminder of everything I didn’t understand about him or what it required of me in return.

A knock rattled my bedroom door, and my mom’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Nye, I need help with these groceries. Get up.”

My stomach twisted. She couldn’t see this bracelet—not her. Panic surged as I fumbled with the clasp, finally yanking it free and shoving it into my pillowcase.

“Coming!” I called, grabbing a sweatshirt to cover my hurried movements.

When I opened the door, my mom stood there, one brow raised, her hands on her hips. “You’re moving slow today. You all right?”

“Yeah, Ma. Just tired. You know Kiyah kept me up all night,” I lied, brushing past her to avoid her sharp gaze.

She didn’t follow, but her voice trailed behind me. “You been sleeping over there a lot lately. Don’t think I don’t notice. I’m starting to think you like it over there more.”

I grabbed a bag of groceries from the counter, ignoring the sting of her words. My mom was sharp, and if I wasn’t careful, she’d cut right through the excuses I was using to shield her from the truth.

“It’s nothing like that, Ma. Kiyah just wants me over there so we can gossip all night. You know how her and her mama is.”

---

The next day, I met up with Kiyah, Natasha, and Nataya at Kiyah’s apartment. The box fan in the corner barely stirred the sticky summer air, but the loud R&B coming from Kiyah’s stereo kept the vibe lively.

“Okay, Nye,” Kiyah said, pausing mid-polish as she painted her toes neon orange. “What’s the deal? You’ve been holding out on us lately. You and Jey work shit out?”

I hesitated, biting my lip. They’ll never let me hear the end of this if I say what’s really been going on.

“So... Jey asked me to help plan a birthday party for one of the Prada Bois,” I said finally. “It’s for Tama, and it’s supposed to be this Friday.”

The room erupted.

“Wait, hold up. You’re throwing a Prada Boi party?” Natasha squealed, practically spilling her iced tea.

“Not throwing,” I corrected, laughing despite myself. “I’m just helping Jey make it memorable.”

“Girl, that’s throwing the party,” Kiyah said, snapping her gum. “And you know we’re coming. Don’t even play like we’re not.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” I teased, though I knew they were coming regardless.

Nataya leaned back on the couch, her bracelets jingling as she adjusted her tank top. “What’s the theme?”

“Something classy but fun,” I said, reaching into my bag. “And speaking of classy...” I pulled out the bracelet, holding it up so it caught the light.

Kiyah’s jaw dropped. “Oh, he’s serious-serious. Let me see that.”

I handed it over, and she turned it over in her hands, her eyes wide. “This is official. Like, he stamped you. That’s crazy. Most hoes don’t get that far.”

Nataya smirked, lifting her own wrist. “Jimmy did the same thing last week. Different words, same vibe.”

Her bracelet read, “My Prada Girl.” I made note of how hers and mines differed.

“Y’all got me out here single and tragic,” Kiyah said, pouting. “I need a Prada Boi. Maybe Damian’s available. Perhaps Jacob but damn he got a lot kids. Like 14 of them.”

The mention of Damian made my stomach twist. I forced a laugh, but her words stuck with me long after the conversation moved on.

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The next day, Jey surprised me with an invitation to the mall. He was in a rare, good mood, teasing me as we walked through the food court, sharing a chocolate-dipped cone from some ice cream place we passed by.

“You remember when we came here and people-watched?” he asked, grinning as he wiped a stray drip of ice cream from my chin.

I nodded, smiling. “Yeah, and you’d make up those ridiculous stories about everyone we saw.”

“Because I’m funny. Admit it,” he said, nudging me lightly.

“Sometimes,” I teased back, earning a playful glare.

We wandered into Macy's, where Jey immediately started pulling clothes from racks. He paused in front of a display and grabbed a crisp red Ralph Lauren collared shirt for himself. The bold red contrasted perfectly with black jeans he pulled off a nearby hanger, making the outfit sleek and sharp.

Then he turned his attention to me, his eyes scanning the racks until he found a red dress. He held it up, a smirk playing on his lips. “This is it. Short, tight, and classy. Just like you.”

The dress was undeniably striking. The smooth fabric hugged the mannequin’s frame, its bright red hue catching the light. The spaghetti straps and form-fitting design screamed confidence, while the slight slit up one side added an edge. “What do you think? We’ll shut it down at the party.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Red and black, huh? You really want to match?”

“Hell yeah,” he said, his grin widening. “If we’re showing up together, we’re showing out together. Red and black is how we make a statement.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. “Fine. But only because you’re paying.”

At the register, Jey took my hand, his thumb brushing over the bracelet on my wrist. His voice dropped, serious now. “You know what this means, right?”

I glanced at him, my smile fading. “What?”

“It means you’re mine,” he said simply. “And I don’t take that lightly. You wearing this? That’s loyalty. That’s trust. And I don’t break that for nobody.”

The intensity in his eyes made my stomach flip. I nodded slowly, unsure of what to say.

He smiled then, softening. “Come on. Let’s get out of here. Friday’s gonna be a movie, baby.”

As we walked out, hand in hand, I couldn’t help but wonder if this bracelet was a promise or a warning.

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Friday night hummed with electricity. The venue, tucked behind tall iron gates and surrounded by luxury cars, was alive with the deep bass of music and the murmur of voices. The summer air clung to my skin as I stepped out of Jey’s BMW, his hand firmly gripping mine. My friends spilled out behind us, their excited chatter filling the warm night.

The glow from the venue bathed the sidewalk in warm shades of red and gold. My dress, a sleek red number that hugged every curve, felt like a second skin. My stiletto heels clicked against the pavement, every step a reminder to keep my composure. Jey’s arm slipped around my waist, grounding me in the moment.

“You ready to show ‘em how it’s done?” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.

I forced a confident smile. “Always.”

Behind us, Kiyah let out an exaggerated gasp. “Y’all really came to shut it down. Nye, that dress is giving—don’t even look at me tonight.”

Natasha snickered, her braids swaying as she adjusted her crop top. “Girl, we all about to steal this party.”

Nataya, walking arm-in-arm with Jimmy, gave me a knowing look. Her bracelet caught the light, sparkling like a quiet declaration. “Just don’t let her outshine me, Jey. Jimmy would never let me live it down.”

Jimmy laughed, leaning down to kiss her temple. “You know you’re the real star, baby. Let ‘em have their moment.”

Jey smirked, nodding toward the door. “Let’s go. The night’s not waiting.”

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Inside, the venue was a world of its own. Red lights cast a sultry glow over everything, while gold accents on the tables and walls shimmered like hidden treasure. A DJ spun 90s hip-hop and R&B, the beats vibrating through the floor. Waiters moved through the crowd like shadows, balancing trays of champagne and hors d’oeuvres.

Tama, the birthday boy, sat at a central table surrounded by laughter and bottles of top-shelf liquor. His smile widened as he saw us approaching. Jey’s hand stayed firm on my waist as we navigated the crowd, my friends trailing close behind.

“Look at y’all,” Tama said, standing with his arms open. His chain caught the light, gleaming against his crisp black shirt. “Coordinated and killing it. Appreciate you putting this together, Nye.”

“Happy birthday,” I said, returning his grin. “Glad you like it.”

Nataya slid into a seat beside Jimmy, who handed her a glass of champagne with a smirk. Kiyah and Natasha lingered by the bar, where Jacob and Solo were already engaged in a heated conversation. I caught Kiyah tossing a flirty glance at Jacob, her laughter loud enough to turn heads.

Jey pulled me onto his lap as he sat, his arm draped casually over my thigh. The move earned a round of whistles from the table.

“She’s been running shit for this party,” Jey said, his voice loud enough to carry. “This wouldn’t have happened without her.”

“Okay, boss lady!” Solo teased, raising his glass in a mock toast.

The attention made me squirm, but Jey’s hand tightened on my leg, his grip a quiet reminder that I was his. I smiled through the discomfort, playing my part.

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As the night wore on, the energy shifted. Drinks flowed freely, and the music seemed louder, more urgent. Near the bar, tensions simmered as Damian squared off with a tall man in an oversized black hoodie and heavy gold chain. His posture was rigid, his broad shoulders and clenched fists exuding barely restrained aggression. Their voices started low but sharp, cutting through the ambient noise.

“You didn’t deliver. Now you’re acting like it’s my fault,” the man growled, leaning toward Damian.

Damian didn’t flinch. Instead, he tilted his beer bottle, letting the condensation drip onto the floor as he stared the man down. “You don’t get to talk about delivery when you can’t even follow basic instructions,” he fired back, his voice calm but lethal.

The argument escalated, drawing a crowd. Conversations faltered, and heads turned as their voices grew louder.

“You think you can talk slick and not have consequences? Keep running your mouth and see what happens,” the man snapped, stepping closer.

Damian leaned in, his smirk a taunt. “Go ahead. Make it worth my time.”

Before it could boil over, Jey stumbled into the middle, his steps loose and unsteady. “Hey! Cut this shit out,” he slurred, throwing an arm between them. “We’re here to celebrate, not do this shit.”

The man hesitated, his fists flexing at his sides, but Damian’s jaw tightened. His gaze flicked to Jey, and the weight of his words hung in the air. “Maybe if you picked better people to trust, we wouldn’t be cleaning up their messes.”

The pointed remark hit like a slap. For a moment, Jey’s usual swagger cracked, and a flicker of vulnerability crossed his face. Tama stepped in quickly, his laugh light but firm. “Come on, y’all. Not tonight. This is my night. Let’s keep it cool.”

The man backed off first, muttering something under his breath as he disappeared into the crowd. Damian lingered, his cold stare fixed on Jey before he finally walked away, his beer still in hand.

The confrontation ended without violence, but the tension lingered. I watched from the edge of the room, my chest tight. Jey’s world wasn’t just chaotic; it was a minefield, and I was standing too close to the blast zone.

---

Outside, the air was a welcome relief, cool against my heated skin. I leaned against the wall, trying to collect myself when Damian’s voice broke the silence.

“Needed a break too, huh?”

I turned to see him emerging from the shadows, his beer bottle dangling lazily in his hand. His gaze was sharp, his expression unreadable.

“Damian,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. “What are you doing out here?”

“Same as you,” he said, his tone casual. “Getting some air.”

I crossed my arms, trying to steady myself. “What’s up?”

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he took a slow sip of his beer, his eyes never leaving mine. “You really think you belong here, Nyeya?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I shot back, my voice defensive.

Damian stepped closer, his tone dropping. “This world ain’t built for girls like you. You think that bracelet makes you untouchable? It doesn’t. It just makes you a target. Makes it harder to leave like I told you to.”

I swallowed hard, refusing to let him see my unease. “I can handle myself.”

“Sure, you can,” he said, his smirk returning. Then, before I could react, he grabbed my arm, pulling me close. His lips brushed against mine in a brief, startling kiss.

I jerked back, my heart pounding. “Damian! What are you doing?”

Damian’s smirk deepened. “A reminder. You’re not as safe as you think you are with him. But with me.. you could be.”

He walked away, disappearing into the night. I stood there, shaken, before finally heading back inside. Jey was drunk, laughing loudly with Tama and Sami. Nataya caught my eye from across the room, her brow furrowing as she noticed my expression. She nudged Jimmy, but I shook my head, forcing a smile. Whatever had just happened, I wasn’t ready to talk about it.

As I sat back down beside Jey, his arm looped lazily around my shoulder, the bracelet on my wrist felt heavier than ever. The words Belongs to a Prada Boi seemed to echo in my mind, each letter a reminder of how deeply I was entangled.

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[janecea8]

step 3 mc not taking care of themself, what do qiu and tama do?

Tamarack & Qiu x gn!MC not taking care of themself headcanons.

step 3.

Qiu Lin.

— It’s immediately clear that Qiu will be so worried. So worried about you that every day they will ask how you are doing and just smile sadly, looking at all the mess on your head.

— They are unlikely to try to know why are you so uncaring about yourself because they don’t want to violate your personal boundaries.

— But, nevertheless, Qiu came to the conclusion that then they will take care of you as best they can, if you can't do it yourself.

— Depending on why you don't take care of yourself, they may compliment you frequently, support you, or do some things instead of you. Or maybe even all together. They just want you to feel better about it.

— They will carry snacks in their pockets that you might like, just in case you are hungry and offering them when there is a sign that you want to eat. If you refuse a snack then it's alright, but they'll still carry it with them.

— If they ever come over to your place for a sleepover several times, these nights Autumn will try to do something with your hair if you let them. They will comb it carefully, distracting you with conversations.

— They will also make sure you ate well and that you were hydrated, but they do not force you in any way. And despite all the fun you had there, Qiu will also make sure you go sleep first before falling asleep too.

— They'll make extra sure that if anything happens, you know that at any moment you can come to them and ask for help or support. Qiu will always be here, looking out for you.

— In general, they will do everything they can while trying not to cross your comfort in hope that your inattention to yourself will soon end. And not because they will get tired of caring, but because the best care is caring for yourself...

— ...and their dear neighbor deserves only the best.

Tamarack Baumann.

— From my impressions, she won’t be as sad about it as Qiu does, it's just that still you and your trait. But she will be worried too about your attitude towards yourself.

— Tama won't think for long, she will immediately move on to small, but caring actions.

— Tamarack will gently dust your clothes with her hand if you have any, while you are not looking, will also treat you to food, and probably not only snacks (I think she will be an excellent cook, I don't know why).

— And Tammy will simply be a shoulder on which you can fall asleep or which you can confide in.

— If you ever go with her to the forest and maybe even have a picnic there, Tama will definitely take everything that might be useful - more food, drinks, the softest and warmest blanket she has and even possibly small pillows, if any of you want to lie down comfortably. Because... Why not? But be prepared to walk with her a lot at first!

— After such a day with Tamarack you probably will be the most rested from all the hustle and bustle, or at least she will try to make it so! These walks will also repeat often, as she invites you anytime she can.

— Also based on my headcanon that Tamarack cooks greatly, I think that she will often pass ready-made meals to you, and not necessarily when you are at home. She will definitely try to make this food your favourite! So yeah, you'll be the most well-fed person thanks to the chef Tama.

— I can say that she will be so caring as the one who truly accepts you. She won't try to change you, because she believes that everything will come in its own time. As well as self-love and care for yourself.

— Tama will live through this with you. You are her favourite neighbor after all, so it's not difficult for her at all.

a/n: as someone who faces kinda the same problem thank u for a request! it was comforting to write.

also I'm sorry that it took such a time :(

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Tama being annoyed (and using the infamous scowl) because the girls didn't wake him up to FaceTime Roman 😭 and ofc he's letting daddy know the second he gets home 😂

omg yessss. the minute roman comes home and sees his other lil twin scowling, he knows he's fucked up. 😂😂😂

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roman places the girls down and walks over to his son who sits on the bottom step, arms crossed, scowling.

"what's wrong, buddy?" roman asks, crouching down in front of him.

tama wastes no time in laying out his grievances. "lina and leya didn't wake me up for the facetime."

roman makes a face, feigning a bit of shock. "what?"

"you were sleeping!" lina shouts, defensively, from behind roman.

"so!" tama shouts back, scowl deepening. "i don't care!"

"hey, hey, hey," roman cuts in, focused more on his son as solana reminds the girls that technically they were sleeping, too. they were supposed to be, at least. "i'm sorry, man."

tama's scowl drops only to e replaced a small frown, his voice dipping, gaze lowering to his sneakers. "i missed you...."

naturally, tama's saddened disposition brings a frown upon roman's face. he hates how much his kids miss him when he's away on business. he knows it's natural, but it still fucking bothers him to see them upset.

especially sad.

"i missed you too, tamasa." roman moves to sit on the steps next to his son, carefully sliding him over to make room for both of them. "hey....how about you and i spend the day together? just the two of us." at that, tama looks up with all the shock. it takes a second for roman to refocus himself. it's sometimes startling to him just how much tama looks like him when he was little. just like him.

"really?"

roman cracks a small smile, nodding and confirming. "yeah." tama's eyes dance with all the excitement. "we can play some ball, maybe go get some pizza--"

at that, his food loving son jumps up from the steps. "can we go now?!"

roman chuckles. "if you start getting ready--" words he can't even finish because his speeding bullet of a kid is already halfway up the stairs.

looking back over at lina, leya, and aria who've quietly watched the whole exchange while holding onto solana's dress, roman isn't really surprised to see them a bit upset now, too.

"i'll do something with you guys tomorrow," he shares. right away, scowls are replaced with smiles as aria starts tugging on solana, lifting her arms. solana obliges, picking up their youngest, kissing her cheek.

roman jumps a bit when his son catches him off guard, but the startled reaction slips into something else when tama hugs him from the side.

"thanks, daddy..."

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Possession: a Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley x Jimmy Uso fanfic.

Chapter 14: Ride by Somo..

Rhea stormed back to Roman’s tour bus, her boots thudding heavily against the concrete. The adrenaline from her backstage outburst hadn’t worn off, and her mood was still smoldering. She swung open the door to the tour bus and found Jimmy and Roman sitting inside, both leaning back as if they’d been waiting for her.

Jimmy leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “So? What’d they say?”

Rhea dropped into one of the seats, letting out a frustrated sigh. “They told me to cool it with the vulgar language.” She ran a hand through her hair, shaking her head. “Like that’s the problem.”

Roman raised an eyebrow. “Well, it kinda is. You can’t just go around threatening half the roster and cussing on live TV.”

Rhea shot him a glare. “Don’t start, Joe. Tiffany’s the one who took it too far. Did you hear what she said to me? That’s not scripted heat—that’s personal.”

Jimmy crossed his arms. “Yeah, we heard. The crowd was eating it up, though. It’s messy as hell, but it’s working.”

“That’s not the point!” Rhea snapped, sitting up straighter. “I’m not just some pawn they can use to air out my personal life for ratings. They’ve already turned my life into a soap opera, and now I’ve got to work with her.”

Roman’s expression softened slightly. “I get it. But this is the business, Rhea. You know that better than anyone. Sometimes you’ve got to take the punches and roll with it.”

She scoffed. “Yeah, easy for you to say. No one’s dragging your name through the mud or making a joke out of your relationships.”

Jimmy shrugged. “True, but you’re the one out there proving you can handle it. You’re stealing the show. Hell, tonight’s segment is already trending.”

Rhea’s jaw clenched. “I don’t care about trends. I care about respect. And Tiffany? She doesn’t respect me. She thinks she can just say whatever she wants and get away with it.”

Roman leaned back, his arms crossed. “Then make her respect you. But do it smart, Rhea. You’ve got all the momentum right now. Don’t let her get under your skin and make you lose focus.”

Rhea leaned her head back against the seat, staring at the ceiling. She hated to admit it, but Roman had a point. “Fine,” she muttered. “I’ll try to keep it together. But if she steps out of line again—”

Jimmy smirked. “We’ll be ready.”

Roman stood up and clapped her on the shoulder. “Good. Now take a minute and cool off. We’ve got the rest of the night to deal with.”

Rhea nodded, closing her eyes as they let her be. She might have agreed to play by the rules, but deep down, she knew the next time she and Tiffany crossed paths, all bets would be off.

Little did she know.. all bets had already been off…

—

SNME: San Antonio, TX January 25, 2025

Rhea tightened the laces on her boots, her movements methodical, her mind razor-sharp. Jimmy’s steady hands adjusted the collar of her leather jacket, ensuring everything was in place. Roman stood nearby, his arms folded, his eyes scanning them both with quiet intensity.

The past month had been a whirlwind, both on-screen and off. The rivalry between Rhea and Tiffany had become the must-see storyline, eclipsing everything else in WWE. The explosive segments, backstage brawls, and unpredictable encounters had cemented Rhea as a bona fide megastar. Her relentless pursuit of Tiffany, Ms. Money in the Bank, across RAW and SmackDown kept fans buzzing, and her star had risen to unprecedented heights, even rivaling Roman himself.

All the while, the feud between the Elevated Bloodline—Roman, Jimmy, and Rhea—and the remnants of the old Bloodline had grown more personal and vicious. Lines had been drawn, sides taken. Tiffany had thrown her lot in with Solo, Jacob, Tonga and Tama, becoming their smug, untouchable prize. It was clear they’d do anything to protect her.

Now, at Saturday Night’s Main Event, the tension had reached its peak. The long-awaited 3-on-5 handicap match was about to unfold.

Rhea stood and rolled her shoulders, her jacket shifting with the motion. Jimmy took a step back, giving her a once-over. “You good?”

She glanced at him, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Always.”

Roman’s voice cut through the tension, calm and commanding. “Tonight isn’t just another match. It’s a statement. We’re not just here to win; we’re here to end this.”

Rhea met his gaze, the fire in her eyes matching his intensity. “They started this. We finish it.”

The door opened, and a stagehand peeked in. “Five minutes.”

Roman nodded, then turned to Jimmy and Rhea. “Let’s go. Time to remind everyone why we run this.”

The three of them made their way toward the entrance curtain, their steps in sync, their presence magnetic. The energy of the crowd was palpable, their anticipation like a living thing.

Rhea didn’t need to look back; she could feel the weight of everything that had led to this moment—the betrayal, the anger, the fights, and the losses.

Jey hadn’t contacted her, and she hadn’t reached out either. The silence between them was deafening, but it didn’t matter anymore. There was no going back, no mending what had been shattered.

This was about personal grievances. It was also about dominance, about proving who truly controlled the narrative in WWE.

The familiar beat of Roman’s music hit, and the crowd erupted, their deafening roar echoing through the arena.

Tonight wasn’t just about settling scores.

It was about making history.

—

Michael Cole: “Ladies and gentlemen, this is it—the highly anticipated 3-on-5 handicap match between the Elevated Bloodline and the Old Bloodline! The stakes couldn’t be higher!”

Pat McAfee: “This is gonna be a straight-up war, Cole. You’ve got the biggest egos, the most dangerous forces, and a whole lot of bad blood!”

Michael Cole: “Speaking of the Elevated Bloodline, here comes the Tribal Chief’s music!”

Roman Reigns’ iconic theme hits, and the crowd roars. The camera pans to the stage as Jimmy Uso and Rhea Ripley step out first. Rhea, dressed in her black leather jacket and her Mixed Tag Team Championship belt around her waist, looks intense as ever. Jimmy walks beside her, his expression focused, his belt on his waist as well.

Pat McAfee: “Cole, look at them—walking like they own the entire damn arena!”

Michael Cole: “This is the most unified we’ve ever seen Rhea, Jimmy, and Roman. They’ve had enough of the Old Bloodline, and tonight they’re here to put an end to it!”

Jimmy and Rhea pause at the top of the ramp, turning back toward the entrance. The crowd’s volume spikes as Roman steps out, his stoic face radiating dominance. The trio stands together, soaking in the energy before beginning their slow, deliberate walk to the ring.

Pat McAfee: “This is a sight to behold, Cole. You’ve got Jimmy Uso, the technical high flyer, Rhea Ripley, the Eradicator, and Roman Reigns, the Original Tribal Chief himself. What a power trio!”

In the ring, Tiffany Stratton paces back and forth, grinning with malicious excitement. Solo Sikoa, Jacob Fatu, Tama Tonga, and Tonga Loa stand behind the ropes, their eyes locked on the Elevated Bloodline.

Michael Cole: “Tiffany Stratton is chomping at the bit to finally get her hands on Rhea Ripley, but let’s not forget the Old Bloodline standing behind her. This is as stacked as it gets!”

The Elevated Bloodline reaches ringside. Jimmy climbs onto the apron and holds the ropes open for Rhea. She steps into the ring, her eyes never leaving Tiffany. Roman finally enters, taking his time as the crowd showers them with a mix of cheers and boos. The energy is electric.

Lilian Garcia stands in the center, microphone in hand, ready to announce the competitors. But just as she begins, the crowd buzzes with confusion as a familiar voice cuts through the arena.

Paul Heyman: “Ladies and gentlemen!”

Michael Cole: “Wait a minute! That’s Paul Heyman! Roman Reigns’ Wiseman!”

Pat McAfee: “What the hell is Paul doing out here? This just got even more interesting!”

The camera pans to the stage where Paul Heyman walks out, holding a microphone and wearing his signature smug grin.

Paul Heyman: “Lilian, sweetheart, I’m sorry to interrupt your wonderful introductions, but this match—3-on-5? Now that doesn’t seem very fair, does it?”

The crowd erupts in cheers, sensing something big is about to happen.

Paul Heyman: “Rhea, darling, you thought you didn’t have any more friends? You thought you were alone in this fight? Oh no, my dear… you still have allies. Gentlemen, would you do the honors?”

The arena goes dark for a moment before the familiar beat of Damian Priest’s music hits. The crowd explodes as Damian Priest, Dominik Mysterio, and the Women’s World Champion Liv Morgan step onto the stage.

Michael Cole: “What?! Are you kidding me?! Damian Priest, Dominik Mysterio, and Liv Morgan are here!”

Pat McAfee: “Cole, this is HUGE! Is this a reunion? An alliance? What’s going on?!”

Damian Priest strides down the ramp, shaking Paul Heyman’s hand as Dominik and Liv follow close behind. The Judgment Day trio enters the ring, tension thick in the air as they approach the Elevated Bloodline.

Damian steps forward, locking eyes with Roman Reigns. For a moment, the arena slightly becomes silent as the two leaders stare each other down. Then, Damian extends his hand. Roman looks at it, then slowly shakes it. The crowd goes wild.

Michael Cole: “An alliance has been formed! The Judgment Day and the Elevated Bloodline—this changes EVERYTHING!”

Dominik shakes hands with Jimmy, and Liv nods at Rhea with a smirk before sliding out of the ring. Damian and Dominik then turn to Rhea. For a split second, there’s hesitation, but then they step forward and hug her tightly.

Pat McAfee: “Cole, this is unreal! Rhea Ripley has reunited with the Judgment Day, and now they’re standing united with the Elevated Bloodline!”

The camera captures the image of Rhea, Jimmy, Roman, Damian, and Dominik standing tall in the ring, their alliance signaling a seismic shift in WWE. The Old Bloodline watches from across the ring, their confidence visibly shaken.

Michael Cole: “What was supposed to be a 3-on-5 mismatch has just become a battle of titans! The Elevated Bloodline and the Judgment Day are united, and this war just got a whole lot more interesting!”

Pat McAfee: “Cole, I’ve got goosebumps! Saturday Night’s Main Event just became a night no one will EVER forget!”

The tension in the air is palpable as the Saturday Night’s Main Event reaches its boiling point. The audience is on the edge of their seats, knowing that the conclusion of this match will shift the landscape of WWE forever. The match is a chaotic frenzy, with the Elevated Bloodline and the Old Bloodline locked in a brutal battle, and everything is on the line.

Michael Cole: “Ladies and gentlemen, we are nearing the end of what has been an all-out war! Bodies have been broken, and all competitors are giving everything they have left. Who will come out on top in this epic contest?”

Pat McAfee: “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like this, Cole. Every member of these factions is exhausted—this is madness!”

The match is at its breaking point. All competitors are either knocked out or desperately fighting with each other, trying to gain any shred of advantage. The action is relentless as each faction attempts to assert their dominance.

First, Dominik is taken out by Tama, leaving the Judgment Day stunned. Then, Tama falls after a brutal exchange with Roman. Jacob Fatu soon follows, knocked out cold by a superkick from Jimmy. The Elevated Bloodline’s numbers continue to dwindle as Roman succumbs to a devastating spear from Solo, leaving him out of the equation.

Next, Damian Priest is knocked out by a chairshot from Tonga Loa. Finally, Solo and Tonga are taken out by a combination of double super kicks from Rhea and Jimmy, but not with Jimmy getting pulled from Jacob and getting thrown into floor. Jacob brutally strikes Jimmy, leaving just Rhea and Tiffany standing in the ring.

Michael Cole: “This is it! It’s down to Tiffany and Rhea—these two women are about to decide the fate of their respective factions!”

Pat McAfee: “They’ve been through hell tonight, Cole! And they are still standing!”

The crowd roars as Rhea Ripley and Tiffany Stratton exchange fierce blows, each one desperate for the win. The intensity is unbearable as the two women battle it out in the center of the ring. Suddenly, in the heat of the scuffle, the referee is inadvertently knocked out, collapsing to the mat.

Michael Cole: “The referee is down! This could be disastrous for both women!”

Rhea unaware that ref has been knocked out, gets her second wind. She hits Tiffany with the Riptide, delivering the crushing blow that could end the match. The crowd erupts in excitement, anticipating a clean pinfall victory.

But as Rhea moves to pin Tiffany, the crowd gasps—another referee runs down the ramp, ready to take over. The new official slides into the ring, and the count begins. One… two… and then, suddenly, the referee halts the count at the two-count.

Michael Cole: “What in the world? The count stopped! Why did the referee stop the count?”

The crowd falls silent, the tension thick in the air. The unknown referee pulls down their mask, revealing a familiar face—Jey. The shock waves ripple through the arena as Rhea’s eyes widen in disbelief.

Pat McAfee: “Jey Uso?! What is he doing here?!”

Rhea, frozen in shock, stares at Jey, trying to process what just happened. Jey, without a single emotion on his face, signals the end of the match, declaring it a disqualification. Rhea’s heart sinks as she watches him get out of the ring and begin walking up the ramp, leaving her standing in the ring in complete shock.

Michael Cole: “Jey Uso just called for a disqualification! What is going on here? This match has been completely thrown into chaos!”

Pat McAfee: “This is madness, Cole! Jey’s actions have left us all questioning everything!”

Jimmy rushes to Rhea’s side, concern written all over his face. He looks on at his brother as he walks up the ramp, Jey sports this unusual stoic expression. Rhea stands in the center of the ring, visibly shaken, tears streaming down her face. She can’t fathom what just happened.

As Rhea is left stunned, Dominik, Damian, Roman, and Liv all make their way to the ring, having been recovered from each devastatingly blow, except for Liv of course, joining Rhea in a show of unity. The Judgment Day and Elevated Bloodline stand together, still unsure of what to make of Jey’s involvement.

Michael Cole: “Jey Uso’s actions have left everyone here in a state of confusion. What does this mean for Rhea, for Jimmy, for Roman, for the factions?”

Pat McAfee: “There are more questions than answers, Cole. But what we do know is that this match is over, and nothing was resolved.”

Michael Cole: “And now, Tiffany Stratton, still reeling from the Riptide, is being pulled away by the Old Bloodline. And look at this—there’s a tense stare down between the Old Bloodline, the Elevated Bloodline, and the Judgment Day! These factions are on the verge of an all-out war!”

Pat McAfee: “The tensions couldn’t be higher, Cole! The future of WWE could be shaped by what happens here tonight, and I don’t think anyone knows how this is going to play out!”

With the Old Bloodline escorting Tiffany Stratton up the ramp, they lock eyes with the Elevated Bloodline and Judgment Day. The stare down is cold and intense, signaling that the animosity between these factions is far from over.

Michael Cole: “The match may be over, but this war is far from finished. I have no idea where things go from here, Pat.”

As the camera lingers on Rhea’s broken, emotional face, it’s clear that the battle is not over. The unresolved tension and the uncertainty surrounding Jey’s actions are only the beginning of a much larger storm that’s about to unfold.

Pat McAfee: “You said it, Cole. We are just getting started, and I don’t know what’s going to happen next!”

The scene fades to black, the uncertainty hanging in the air, leaving the audience eagerly awaiting what comes next in this explosive rivalry.

—

Rhea stormed into the locker room, her emotions barely in check. Jimmy and Roman followed close behind, their own frustration evident. But the sight of Hunter sitting calmly in the middle of the room ignited something in Rhea.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” she shouted, her voice cutting through the silence, her breathing was uneven, her fists clenched and she looked like she about died of anger.

Hunter leaned back slightly, his expression calm but measured. “Rhea, I know you’re upset—”

“Upset?” she interrupted, her voice sharp and filled with venom. “He’s supposed to be on leave for another two months, Hunter! Two months! He had a shoulder injury!”

Hunter sighed, running a hand over his face. “Which he got cleared for by the doctors.”

“So, you just allowed him to come back?” Rhea snapped, her anger intensifying. “Without telling any of us? Without warning me?!”

“Rhea,” Hunter said firmly, “I’ve always said this was your storyline.”

She laughed bitterly, a hollow, mocking sound. “Really? Because it sure as hell doesn’t feel like it! What it feels like is that you let my ex-boyfriend, who publicly humiliated me, come back just to fuck up everything we’ve built!”

Hunter opened his mouth to respond, but Rhea pressed on, her voice rising. “I’ve been fucking up Tiffany left and right for a whole month—building this feud, getting people invested—and tonight? Tonight was supposed to be the payoff! You said we were going to win!”

“I know what I said,” Hunter replied, his voice growing firmer, but Rhea wasn’t backing down.

“No, you don’t!” she shot back, her voice cracking slightly from the sheer intensity of her emotions. “Because if you did, you wouldn’t have killed my momentum, or Jimmy’s, or Roman’s! You just handed everything over to Jey like it was some big fucking plot twist. Well, congrats, Hunter—you’ve turned my life into a goddamn soap opera!”

“You have to trust me on this,” Hunter said, his tone resolute, but his eyes betrayed a hint of guilt.

Roman, who had been silent up to this point, finally spoke, his deep voice cutting through the tension. “My character arc will not participate in this whole real-life drama, Hunter. I’m telling you that right now. You told me it was only going to be temporary and that’s it.”

Hunter looked at Roman, his expression hardening. “All of you are involved now. There’s no turning back.”

Rhea’s breathing quickened, her emotions spiraling as tears welled up in her eyes. She turned away, trying to compose herself, but the words spilled out anyway. “This is my life, Hunter,” she said, her voice trembling. “Jey cheated on me with Tiffany our whole relationship, and she—she gets pregnant and then has an abortion just so she can keep wrestling. And now you want me to continue to work with her? To work with him? Hunter, this is my fucking life.”

Hunter’s face softened for a moment, but his response was cold and detached. “Rhea… this really is just business.”

That was the breaking point. Rhea grabbed her bag without another word and stormed out of the locker room, slamming the door behind her.

Jimmy immediately moved to follow, his protective instincts kicking in. Roman stopped him briefly. “Make sure she gets to the tour bus,” he said quietly, his tone firm.

Jimmy nodded, grabbing his own bag before quickly heading after Rhea.

Once they were alone, Roman turned back to Hunter, his imposing presence filling the room. He crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing as he fixed Hunter with an icy stare. “Let’s talk,” Roman said, his voice low and dangerous. “Businessman to businessman.”

Hunter swallowed hard, sitting up straighter. He knew Roman wasn’t the type to mince words. Whatever was coming next would be a reckoning.

—

Rhea’s pace was frantic as she stormed toward the tour bus, her wrestling boots hitting the pavement with sharp, angry thuds. Jimmy followed closely behind, struggling to keep up with her long strides and the emotional whirlwind trailing in her wake.

She reached the bus, yanked the door open, and climbed in without hesitation, leaving the door open behind her. Jimmy arrived a few seconds later, slightly out of breath. He climbed in but froze in his tracks at the sight before him.

Rhea was on the floor, her knees pulled to her chest, her shoulders shaking with uncontrollable sobs. She didn’t even look up as he stepped inside.

“Rhea…” Jimmy said softly, his voice laced with concern. He closed the door gently behind him, shutting out the rest of the world.

Rhea’s voice was raw and broken when she finally spoke. “Why did he have to cheat on me?” she asked, her words tumbling out between sobs. “Why couldn’t he have just left me alone?”

Jimmy knelt down beside her, his heart aching at the sight of her pain. He reached out to hold her, but she pushed him away, her hand shoving at his chest with surprising force.

“I’m disgusted,” she spat, tears streaming down her face. “Disgusted that I even kissed you in the first place.”

Jimmy flinched at her words but kept his expression neutral, knowing she was lashing out in her pain. “You don’t mean that,” he said quietly.

Rhea looked at him, her eyes red and brimming with tears. “You all knew Jey cheated on me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of heartbreak and anger.

Jimmy stayed silent, his jaw tightening. He didn’t know how to respond, and the truth hung heavy between them.

Rhea broke down again, her cries filling the bus as she buried her face in her hands. Jimmy hesitated for a moment before trying again to reach out to her. This time, she didn’t push him away.

He wrapped his arms around her tightly, holding her against his chest as she cried. She didn’t resist, her sobs muffled against him. Jimmy rested his chin on the top of her head, his own eyes stinging with emotion.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “For everything.”

Rhea didn’t respond, but she clung to him, her tears soaking his shirt as her pain poured out in waves. Jimmy held her like that for what felt like an eternity, silently vowing to be there for her no matter how messy things got.

Jimmy carefully lifted Rhea off the floor, her weight light in his arms despite the emotional heaviness that seemed to cling to her. She didn't resist, letting herself be cradled as if the fight had drained completely out of her. He adjusted his grip and gently nudged the door to his room open with his foot, the faint creak barely audible over the low hum of the bus.

With Roman now accommodating three instead of two, the tour bus had been once again upgraded to something far more spacious, complete with three private rooms. Jimmy maneuvered through the slightly cramped hallway and stepped into his room, the soft lighting casting a warm glow over the neatly made bed.

He kicked the door shut behind him, the click of the latch grounding him in the moment. Gently, he laid her down on the bed, her body sinking into the plush comforter. He pulled back, intending to give her some space, but her hands shot up, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him down into a kiss.

It wasn't soft or tentative-it was desperate, raw, and filled with emotions she couldn't put into words. Jimmy melted into the kiss, the taste of her salty tears blending with the heat of her lips.

His hands cupped her face instinctively, thumbs brushing away the damp trails on her cheeks as the kiss deepened. He broke the kiss to speak but she spoke..

“Just make love to me..”

"Okay," he murmured, his voice steady but filled with emotion.

She pulled him closer, her hands fisting the fabric of his shirt as if she was afraid he'd change his mind. Jimmy didn't. He leaned down, pressing another kiss to her lips, this one slower and more deliberate, an unspoken promise that he would give her whatever she needed tonight.

He let himself fall into the moment, the world outside fading away as they found solace in each other, the shared pain and complicated feelings making the connection between them even more intense.

—

Roman approached the door to his tour bus, his thoughts still tangled from his tense conversation with Hunter. The weight of Hunter’s insistence on keeping this storyline alive lingered in his mind, a storm of conflicting emotions brewing beneath his composed exterior. Just as he reached for the handle, he heard a voice call out from behind him.

“Hey, Roman! Wait up!”

Roman turned to see Damian approaching, his long strides carrying him quickly across the lot. Roman sighed, glancing back at the bus, but turned to meet Damian halfway. “What’s up, man?” he asked, his tone neutral but laced with an edge of impatience.

Inside the bus, the sound of Damian yelling Roman’s name echoed faintly, causing Rhea and Jimmy to freeze mid-moment. They had been caught up in the heat of the moment, their earlier vulnerability boiling over into something neither had fully anticipated. Now, they scrambled to compose themselves, panic settling in.

“Shit,” Rhea muttered under her breath as she frantically pulled her shirt back on. “You’ve got my lipstick on your face!”

Jimmy, who was hastily pulling on his sweats, wiped at his face with the back of his hand. “Do you have one of those makeup things? A wipe or something?”

“No,” Rhea said, grabbing her jacket and glancing at him with a mixture of frustration and panic. “Just go shower or something!”

Jimmy nodded, his movements hurried but not frantic as he slipped out of the room and headed for the bathroom. The sound of the shower starting up soon followed, masking any further noise.

Rhea adjusted her shirt, gave herself a quick once-over in the mirror, and then slipped out of the room, heading for her own. She moved quietly but quickly, her heart racing as she prayed Roman wouldn’t step in and sense something was off.

Back outside, Roman was still talking to Damian, his broad frame leaning slightly against the side of the bus as Damian explained some issue or another. He nodded along, his eyes flicking back to the door, his gut telling him something was amiss even as he tried to focus on the conversation at hand.

“So, you see,” Damian continue his voice steady but with a hint of concern, “Hunter did say we were working together next week, and we were just wondering if we could stay with you guys this week?”

Roman raised an eyebrow, considering the request. The whole situation had been chaotic, but Damian wasn’t asking for much, and Roman knew how important this downtime was before the craziness of the upcoming week.

“That’s cool,” Roman said, nodding. “My new bus has two bunks in the front, plus the couches if you’re cool with that.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Damian said, his tone relieved.

Roman paused before continuing, his eyes scanning the lot as if he could sense something before speaking. “I’m sure Rhea would love to have you two back. I don’t know how she feels about Liv, though.”

Damian’s expression faltered for a moment. He had expected this. He wasn’t sure how Liv would go over, especially given Rhea’s recent turmoil.

“Would you want me to have Liv talk to Rhea before we get on board?” Damian offered cautiously. “We want to respect your tour bus.”

Roman gave a slight shrug. “That’s fine. Let me get her, and you can bring Liv to talk it over with Rhea.”

Damian nodded in understanding. Roman gave him a brief nod before heading toward the bus, his mind already working through the conversation that was about to happen.

Inside, Roman approached Rhea’s room, the soft knock on the door seeming louder in the quiet of the bus. She opened the door quickly, her face betraying a hint of nervousness.

“You okay?” Roman asked, his voice soft but direct.

Rhea, standing in the doorway, gave him a quick, almost anxious glance. “Yeah, why?” she asked, her words laced with tension.

Roman stepped in a little, wanting to keep things casual but making sure to check in on her. “Well, I said it’s okay for Dominik and Damian to board with us for the week,” he began, his eyes watching her carefully, “but I wanted to make sure you were okay with the other person.”

Rhea’s gaze shifted past him toward the windows, where she saw Liv standing with Damian and Dominik. The sight of her triggered a flurry of emotions inside Rhea, but she tried to stay composed. She thought for a moment, then responded, “Just tell her to come and give us some privacy.”

Roman gave a reassuring nod. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

With that, Roman stepped back outside to tell Damian and Liv what Rhea had decided. He knew things had been difficult for Rhea lately, and this week wasn’t going to be any easier, but he hoped this would give her the space she needed to sort through everything.

As he went outside, he caught Damian’s eye and gestured for Liv to follow him. Damian nodded, understanding the need for a brief talk. Liv gave a tight smile but followed without argument, knowing this was about Rhea’s comfort.

As Rhea and Liv sat together on the couch, the weight of the tension between them seemed to lessen with each passing second. Liv’s voice was soft but sincere as she began.

“I just want to say… I’m sorry I didn’t keep in touch,” Liv confessed, glancing over at Rhea with a hint of regret.

Rhea smiled faintly, her eyes tired but appreciative. “Water under the bridge,” she replied, the words carrying a quiet finality to them.

Liv took a deep breath, clearly wanting to say more. “No… for real…” she started, her eyes lowering for a moment before looking back at Rhea. “I really admired you in The Judgment Day. I didn’t want to take your place.”

Rhea raised an eyebrow, surprised by the admission. “Liv, seriously… water under the bridge,” she assured her, though there was a trace of humor in her voice, as if she’d heard enough of this kind of apology for a lifetime.

Liv smiled softly, but a mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes. She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a near-whisper. “Is it true?”

Rhea looked at her in confusion. “Is what true?” she asked, her gaze shifting to Liv, sensing the question was something deeper.

Liv hesitated for a moment before leaning in further. “That Jey really did cheat on you the whole time?”

Rhea paused. The room seemed to grow quieter as the question lingered between them. She let out a breath, nodding slowly, her voice tinged with exhaustion. “Yes,” she said simply, her eyes avoiding Liv’s as she said the words, the weight of the truth still a heavy burden.

The two women sat there in silence, absorbing the weight of the revelation. It was as though the room had suddenly become still, each lost in their own thoughts.

Then, as if to break the tension, Rhea spoke up again, her voice quieter now. “I kissed Jimmy,” she admitted, not realizing that Jimmy was now out of the shower and listening in.

Liv’s eyes widened slightly, her eyebrows raised. “As a girlfriend, how was it?” she asked, her tone playful, despite the heaviness of the topic.

Rhea let out a small laugh, clearly caught off guard by the question. “To be honest, Liv… I think I made a mistake when I got with Jey.”

Liv gave her a teasing grin. “So does he have a big—” She made a popping sound with her lips, her attempt at humor cutting through the tension.

Rhea burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the room. It had been so long since she’d laughed like that, and she needed it more than she realized. “We haven’t done anything yet,” she said between laughs, shaking her head at the absurdity of the conversation.

Liv’s grin only grew wider. “Really?” she asked, as if incredulous.

Rhea shrugged, her eyes twinkling with a playful spark. “Well, he does know how to eat…” she said, her words trailing off with a sly smile.

Liv let out a dramatic gasp, her hands going to her chest. “Rhea, you sly dog!” she teased, and both of them erupted into giggles.

Jimmy couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t the conversation itself that made him grin, but the sound of Rhea laughing. The tension had lifted from her shoulders, even if just for a moment. She had always seemed so closed off, so guarded, especially around Jey. He knew Jey had a way of sheltering Rhea, keeping her from opening up to others. Maybe, just maybe, she needed more friends than she realized.

The laughter continued for a few more moments before both women calmed down, still sharing a knowing smile. Rhea wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, grateful for the lighthearted moment amidst all the chaos.

—

As the bus rumbled down the highway toward Phoenix, Arizona, the lights inside dimmed, and the soft hum of the engine mixed with the rhythmic sounds of sleeping bodies. Roman had already passed out blankets and pillows, ensuring everyone was comfortable for the journey ahead. One by one, the members of the group succumbed to sleep, the bus growing quieter with each passing moment.

But Rhea, restless and unable to sleep, glanced at the time. 2:13 AM blinked back at her, a reminder that the night was still young, and her mind wouldn’t quiet. She had freshly showered earlier, the lingering scent of shampoo still in her hair, and the cool air from the vent made her shiver slightly. She sighed, staring at the ceiling for a moment, before deciding she needed a moment away from the stillness.

She slipped out of the bed as quietly as possible, her feet padding softly against the floor. She glanced toward the living room and heard the faint snores of the Judgement Day—everyone lost in their own dreams. Rhea’s heart pounded just a little faster as she approached Jimmy’s room. She opened the door cautiously, trying not to disturb him. The dim light from the hallway illuminated his peaceful form, his breathing steady as he slept.

Rhea stepped inside, closing the door behind her with a soft click. The room smelled faintly of the shared cologne that lingered in the air, and she felt herself drawn to the warmth of the bed. She climbed in quietly, careful not to wake him, but as she shifted, Jimmy stirred. He turned to her, his eyes half-lidded with sleep.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice hoarse from the sleep he was pulled from.

“Hey,” Rhea replied, her tone soft but filled with an undercurrent of exhaustion. She could feel the weight of the day still on her shoulders, the emotions from earlier in the evening threatening to resurface.

Before she could say anything else, Jimmy wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his warmth. She melted into his embrace, the comfort of his closeness soothing the tension in her chest. Their lips met in a kiss, gentle at first, as if testing the waters. It was a kiss that held the weight of everything unspoken between them—the turmoil, the laughter, the exhaustion, and the unexpected connection that had formed between them.

As they pulled away slightly, Jimmy’s eyes met hers, still tired but filled with understanding. “You okay?” he whispered, his voice low and concerned.

Rhea nodded, resting her forehead against his. “Yeah,” she murmured, her eyes fluttering shut as she allowed herself to sink deeper into his embrace. “Just needed this.”

Jimmy nodded, holding her tighter. The world outside the tour bus faded away, and for a moment, it was just the two of them—away from the chaos, away from everything that had been weighing on her.

“Get some sleep,” he said, his voice soft, and soon after, she felt herself drifting into a deep, peaceful sleep, the steady rhythm of his breathing lulling her into the comfort of his arms.

But she didn’t want to go to sleep..

“Make love to me,” she whispered as she leaned in to kiss him once more. Jimmy kissed her back, his lips soft against hers as his tongue snuck out to taste her lips. Rhea sighed, her hands traveling down to his chest as he pulled her by her hips so she can straddle his hips.

Her soft breath against his lips, her hand running through his hair-it made something possessive inside him stir, an overwhelming need to claim her as his and his alone. She'd been through so much, and no one had protected her the way he could. He wouldn't let anyone get close enough to hurt her again.

Rhea couldn’t keep quiet for long, not when Jimmy was touching her like this. She started to moan softly as he kissed her neck, her hands clenching in his hair as he sucked on her skin. Rhea had to cover her mouth to keep quiet, her body shaking as Jimmy’s hands slid up her sides.

“Demi..” Jon moaned as he felt Rhea’s heat from her most delicate area.

He felt her need for comfort, her hurt, and every ounce of it tightened something deep in him. She wasn't just a woman who had been betrayed-she was his woman, and anyone who even thought about crossing that line would have to go through him first. Jimmy wasn't about to share her with anyone-not Jey, not anyone in her past. She wasn't just some rebound, some distraction-she was his.

Jimmy tugged Rhea’s shirt up over her head, exposing her bare breasts in the dark. He sucked on her nipples, his hands traveling down to her shorts as he tugged them down her legs. Rhea kicked them off before she climbed back onto Jimmy’s lap, her hips grinding against his as she felt his dick harden beneath her.

As their lips met once more, he sure as hell didn't pull away. He deepened the kiss, claiming it, claiming her. The way her body responded, the way she let him in, it sent something dark and possessive through him. She wasn't running anymore; she wasn't hiding.

Rhea moaned into his mouth as she felt his hands sliding up her sides, his fingers brushing against her breasts as she leaned into his touch.

She was letting him in, and that meant everything.

She needed him, and that made her his responsibility-his to protect, his to comfort, his to own.

He let his mind run wild with the thought of how easy it would be to keep her right here, to never let her go. She was the only one who could make him feel this way-like everything in his life could be shut out, just to keep her safe, just to make her his in every sense of the word. And he'd do whatever it took to make sure she stayed that way.

Jimmy broke the kiss as he leaned down to suck on Rhea’s neck, his hands sliding down to her hips. Rhea moaned softly as she felt his fingers brushing against her pussy, her body trembling as he slid a finger inside of her.

Jimmy had never been one for subtlety when it came to what he wanted. He wanted Rhea. And not just in the way that others might. He wanted to be the only one who knew her deepest parts, the only one who could make her smile like that, the only one who could pull her out of her darkness and give her a reason to stay. She was his. And anyone who thought otherwise would have to answer to him.

Rhea had to keep quiet as Jimmy started to finger her, her body shaking as she felt his fingers sliding in and out of her. She leaned down to kiss him, her hands sliding into his hair as she whispered in his ear.

“Please…”

What if he's just like Jey? The thought hit Rhea harder than she expected. Jey had shattered her trust in ways she never thought possible. He had made her feel like she wasn't enough, like she was disposable, all while lying to her face. She'd given him everything-her love, her loyalty, her time-and he'd repaid her by sneaking behind her back, with Tiffany of all people. The betrayal still stung, even now. The idea of going through that kind of heartbreak again made her chest tighten.

Jimmy noticed her shift, he slowly pulled his fingers out of her and reached over to turn on the small light by the bed. “You okay?” He asked, concern in his voice.

She put her head down in his chest and he used both hands to lift up her head.

“Talk to me..”

Rhea’s gaze softened as she searched Jimmy’s face for any hint of deception, any trace of the lies she had endured with Jey. Her voice trembled as she repeated, “I don’t want you to be like him.”

Jimmy sat up slightly, his hands adjusting and his arms wrapping and tightening around her as if to ground her in the moment. His tone was firm, but his eyes betrayed his vulnerability. “I’m nothing like him,” he said, his words carrying weight.

Rhea tilted her head, her fingers lightly reaching to touch the tattoo on his left pec, her doubt still gnawing at her. “You say that now,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “But Jey said all the right—“

“Demi… let me do what you needed me to do..” He pleaded. He kissed her once more but Rhea’s doubts never left.

What if I'm just repeating my mistakes? Jimmy was Jey's brother, after all. Bloodline or not, could she trust that he wouldn't do the same? That he wouldn't take advantage of her vulnerability? She hated feeling this way, doubting someone who had been nothing but kind and patient with her. But the scars Jey left were deep, and every time she started to feel herself letting her guard down, those old fears came rushing back.

Her thoughts were broken away as she felt his fingers back inside of her, she moaned softly as they went in and out. The pleasure Rhea was experience was something she hadn’t felt in such a long time, the pleasure of feeling wanted.

“Fu… fuck.. Jon..” Her head fell into the crevice of his neck.

“Fuck me, Jon,” she begged as she felt his fingers sliding out of her. Jimmy kissed her as he flipped her onto her back, his body covering hers as he slid inside of her, very quickly.

Rhea moaned softly as she felt Jimmy filling her up, her legs wrapping around his hips as she held him close. Jimmy started to thrust into her, his hips slamming into hers as she gasped for breath.

“Demi..fuck..”

“Don’t ever stop please..”

“You are fucking tight..”

He's different, a small voice in her head argued.

And maybe he was. Jimmy had shown her a side of himself that felt real, raw, and unfiltered. He didn't shelter her the way Jey had, didn't try to control her. Instead, he encouraged her to be herself, to let herself feel. He didn't demand anything from her-he just gave. But wasn't that how it always started? Sweet words, tender touches, and promises that eventually fell apart?

She knew she wasn't easy to love. She came with baggage-her temper, her insecurities, the walls she'd built so high to keep herself from getting hurt again. Jimmy didn't deserve to carry that weight, did he? Maybe this was unfair to him.

Maybe she was pushing him into a role he didn't even want.

But as Rhea had to cover her mouth to keep quiet as Jimmy thrusted into her, her body shaking as he hit that spot inside of her that made her see stars and see clarity. Jimmy wanted this role. She couldn’t keep quiet for long, not when Jimmy was thrusting into her like this. He removed her hand from her mouth and said, “Need to hear you..” Rhea nodded and she started to moan softly as he thrusted into her even more harder, her hips meeting his as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge

She thought about the way he looked at her in the most delicate way, his eyes filled with something she could only describe as devotion. The way he didn't just listen to her, but actually heard her. He didn't treat her like a trophy or a conquest. He treated her like a person—flaws, fears, and all.

She could feel her orgasm building, her breath now coming in soft pants. Jimmy thrusted into her as hard as he could now, his hips moving against Rhea's, the bed now slightly squeaking to only where Jimmy and Rhea could hear.

He made her feel like more than just "Rhea Ripley," the tough-as-nails wrestler who didn't take shit from anyone. He made her feel like Demi-vulnerable, messy, but somehow still enough.

“Fuck I’m almost..”

“You gonna cum for me?”

“I can’t…. I can’t… fuck..”

“Cum for daddy..”

Rhea’s moan came out in a choke, her pussy clenching around his cock as she felt her orgasm reaching its climax. Jimmy’s right hand moved to her clit, teasing it with his index finger as he continued to thrust into her. Rhea’s moans were silenced by Jimmy’s left hand, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, tears welled up in her eyes as she experienced the ultimate high.

“Demi..”

Jimmy came with a low groan, his seed filling Rhea’s pussy as she finished her orgasm. He collapsed on top of her, his breath hot and heavy against her neck. Rhea wrapped her arms around him, her fingers tracing patterns on his back as they caught their breath.

The gentle hum of the bus moving through the night became the only sound that filled the quiet space between them. Jimmy slowly pulled away from Rhea, his chest rising and falling with the weight of their shared intimacy. He shifted slightly, making sure to pull her close as he settled beside her again. Rhea, still trying to catch her breath, felt a calmness she hadn’t expected, yet the knot in her stomach remained. She couldn’t push the doubt aside completely, but she didn’t want to think about it now—not when she was here, with Jimmy, in this moment.

She turned her head to look at him, his warm, steady presence offering a sense of peace she had longed for, but hadn’t fully allowed herself to feel. He was quiet, letting the silence stretch, before he finally spoke, answering Rhea’s question.

“Does this change anything?” Rhea asked, her voice barely above a whisper, the uncertainty heavy in her words. She wasn’t sure why she asked, but the question felt like it needed to be said—like the air between them had suddenly thickened and she needed reassurance.

Jimmy paused for a moment, lifting his gaze to meet hers. His hand reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Just be in the moment,” he said softly, his eyes locking with hers. “Here with me. That’s all that matters.”

Rhea nodded, the weight of his words sinking into her. She felt her body relax against him as he pulled her in closer, her head resting on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat was soothing, almost rhythmic, and for the first time in a long while, Rhea allowed herself to simply breathe.

She closed her eyes, her mind racing but trying to quiet the noise. The warmth of Jimmy’s body, the strength of his arms wrapped around her—it felt real, grounding, in contrast to the chaos she’d felt earlier. But still, those lingering doubts clung to her thoughts, like shadows she couldn’t shake.

“Everything’s gonna be okay,” she whispered to herself, though she wasn’t entirely sure she believed it.

Jimmy didn’t respond immediately, but she could feel the steadiness in him, his calmness washing over her like a tide. He wasn’t asking for anything—just this moment, just her. And that, in itself, was something Rhea wasn’t used to.

Before she knew it, the exhaustion from the day’s emotions caught up to her, and her body relaxed, her eyelids growing heavy. Her thoughts began to drift, but the last thing she felt before succumbing to sleep was the warmth of Jimmy’s hand gently resting on her back.

As she let herself slip into slumber, the doubts still lingered at the edge of her mind, but they felt distant for now. Maybe tomorrow would bring clarity, or maybe it would only bring more questions. But for tonight, Rhea allowed herself to rest, to be in the moment with Jimmy, just as he had asked.

& with this chapter I am currently on my break. I will return in the new year 😭🩷

[becauseimswagman1]

Tama freader smut??

Tama Tonga x reader (pt. 1)

A/N: Hehehe first wwe request!! and ask to be on the tag list because this will be in two parts. No smut in this part, I got too invested in the plot.

Warnings: Shit talking.

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Being new to the Smackdown roster wasn’t that big of a change since you’ve been on it before… as a manager for some D-list mid-wrestler who’s no longer on the company. 

When that dipshit left, you were unsure of your future with the company. The former CEO of WWE had assured you that you’d issued another superstar to manage, but that’s not what you wanted. You wanted to wrestle, but he never thought you had the “right image” (whatever that is). 

Before you could plead your case, he was booted from the company and Triple H took over. 

Once he took over, he had visions for everybody, including you. He had a meeting with you and asked if you wanted to wrestle full-time. He was the reason the former CEO signed you, but his power didn’t go beyond that. Since you never stopped training, he suggested that you go to NXT to rebrand and create a new name for yourself. To be known as more than a manager. You never signed a contract faster! Wrestling is your passion!

For three years, you worked your ass off in NXT, then got called back up to the main roster. It felt good to be back. You were ready to face anyone. Although, for six months the boss man had you facing mid-card wrestlers and you were winning. A couple of losses here and there, but winning nonetheless. 

You loved it, sure, but you wanted more. You wanted a title shot! So, you scheduled a meeting. 

It went great for the most part. You didn’t have a title shot, but something interesting happened. You are being added to the Bloodline… Solo’s Bloodline. Personally, your Tribal Chief is Roman Reigns, but a job is a job. Bossman said the fans would “eat you up” being a voice of reason and shit-talking them at the same time. He thinks you’ll be a great fit. 

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Going up to the three intimidating men was kind of nerve-wracking, You say three cause you already know Solo from NXT and he was actually a chill guy. People just got under his skin easily.

You walk into the gym they worked out at, lowkey looking a little lost. Tanga Loa approached you first, curious about who you are, “Wassup, are you the new edition to the Bloodline?”

“Yeah, I’m- “ 

“We know who you are. Solo talked you up big.” Tama Tonga walked up, interrupting you, “Personally, I don’t get it, but we’ll see how you do.”

“Tama, don’t be so rude,” Solo said, joining Tama and Tanga.

You smirked and shook your head, “Nah. it’s cool. I know to earn my place here and… “ you turned to Tama, “I know I’ll put you on your ass real easy so don’t be so quick to talk all that shit.”

Solo full belly laughed, “Glad you haven’t lost that attitude. You’ll fit right in.”

You adjusted your gym bag on your shoulder, “So, uh, where’s Jacob?”

“Handling business.” and he left it at that. You knew not to ask questions about that stuff. 

“Follow me,” Solo walked to the mats in the gym, “We’re gonna run a few drills to see if you can keep up with us.”

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Three hours later, you were exhausted, but you were not letting Tama know that. 

You two started a little competition. You were whooping his ass and he was VERY pissed about it. 

“Come on Tama~ don’t be sad you getting that ass beat by a girl!” 

Tama stomped around, he didn’t like that you were talking shit. You had a counter for almost every last one of his moves. He rarely got the drop on you. But when he finally did, boyyyyy did he live it up!

“Hahahaha! That’s what you get tryna play with the big dogs! Just stick to being a manager and stop tryna hang with the professionals.”

The professionals? Okay.

You got back up from the mat, “Okay, let’s have a real match then.”

Tama just stared at you… with lust?

“Yeah. A real fucking match then we’ll really see who the big dog is.”

Tama and Tanga looked to Solo, eager for a response. 

He shrugged, “Tanga, you’ll be the ref. Let’s get it.”

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After a shit ton of cheap shots on Tama’s side, you won. And of course, Tanga and Solo overlooked those, but you beat him. 

Solo chuckled, “You gotta hand it to her Tama, she handled yo ass. Give her the props she rightfully earned.”

You held your hand out to him to shake, but he smacked it away, then rolled his eyes, “I ain’t giving her shit.”

“Don’t be like that Tama. I just wanted some friendly competition and that’s what I got.”

The big baby just walked, more like stormed, all the way out of the gym. 

“Did I hurt his feelings?” you asked Solo.

He shook his head, “Nah, he just a little shocked somebody bested him. He’ll get over it soon.” then he walked over to you and held his hand out for you to shake, “Welcome to the Bloodline.”

You shook his hand, “Thank you.”

“No, thank you. You’ll certainly be the wildcard next to Jacob.”

You dropped his hand and grabbed your water bottle, “I appreciate that, seriously.”

“Take a break while Tanga and I go check on him.”

“You got it, Solo.”

He raised his eyebrow at you. Oh… “My bad. You got it, Tribal Chief.”

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(Part 2 here)

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[lov3-from-loserlane]

Thank you for giving us cringe MCs, I fear too many people focus on the angst forgetting is...well... teenagers lmao. Not that what Qiu and Tama are going through isn't valid but is like they're dealing with very normal teen emotions in a very teen manner and, it is kinda cringe because 14 year olds are cringe. Am I making sense in this ? I fear I'm not lmao but anyways

thank you for delivering 🙏, I need more cringe olnf posts in my life

You are making so much sense, don’t even worry about it.

And THANK YOU ^_^

jeez you guyzzzz, you have got to stop being so nice to me or I fear it will go straight to my head 🤭

But I mean yeah, it’s kind of cathartic in a way? Not to sound pretentious about my method of enjoying this visual novel in my head or anything, how could I ever hahahha. Me? Pretentious???

But yeah, I mean I lived this life. OLNF is very relatable to me, so now that I’m older and can look upon my incredibly embarrassing 14-year-old experience more fondly, I love incorporating that kinda stuff into what I do. It’s just a lot of fun. And I mean, I’m fr just scratching the surface here with that one post in full honesty, I plan to make even more silly artwork on the subject 😼 I have like a note where I brainstorm stuff for when I get more time and it’s constantly growing. (It gets worse). (I reread my diary from when I was 13-15 😬)

But I mean, I can’t say I don’t also have my mind on the angst. Just so far only privately and in DMs for those who have asked. But it’s like you said, what Qiu and Tamarack are going through is so valid but so quintessential to the early teen experience, so it is inherently kind of cringe. But in a really good and real way and I love it for that. So, I’d like to at some point tackle the part of the venn diagram where “angst” and “cringe” meet.

I dunno, I’d definitely like to write a fic at some point too ^_^ I used to write them all the time when I was, get this, ✨14 years old✨ but I haven’t really completed one since 2019.

But as if I haven’t said enough already, thanks again 😌💗 it really means a lot to me, all you guys in the our life fandom are so so awesome!! Truly, it’s outstanding. I love being part of this community <3

[jstarr86]

Part 1 of 2 maybe a three idk yet

He was so hot but so off limits. I knew my friends would probably literally kill me for crossing that line especially given the current situation. I’d been watching their segment, as they annihilated anyone in their way. The way his body looked every time he’d jerk the shirt off, it should be illegal to look like that. I was walking down the hall honestly not paying attention to where I was going just I needed to not be so glued to the tv especially when I needed to focus on my match

“Umph.” I grunted hitting something and struggling to stay on two feet when a pair of warm hands firmly gripped my waist keeping me standing. I heard a growl and my eyes shot up my eyes meeting angry brown before quickly trailing over the three other men finally landing on Solo. My eyes darting back to the one in front of me, him; Tama. “Shit I’m sorry.” I said looking at him glancing back at Solo who was silently watching us. Loa just quiet and Jacob looked ready to murder me at a words notice. “Sorry Solo.”

“Athena, Athena.” He lowly chuckled. “Funny running into you.”

“Not sure how almost busting my ass is funny but thanks.” Tama growled and Jacob moved but Solo stopped him with holding his hand up

“You should be thanking me for catching you.” My eyes went back to his brown ones. Pools of deep chocolate with gold flakes his voice low and it sent a shiver down my spine and pooled between my legs that I tried not to show.

“Thanks for catching me Prince Charming.” I replied making him smirk and chuckle.

“You talk to them.” Solo interrupted. I knew he was talking about his brothers. They were some of my closest friends, Naomi being one of my best friends. I worked with the bloodline early on before an injury pulled me away from the story.

“I talk to plenty of people.”

“You know who I mean.” I didn’t respond “Athena.”

“Boy don’t raise you’re voice at me like I’m some dog I’m not the one.”

“Excuse you.” Tama growled out

“You heard me pretty boy.” I looked to Solo. “Who I speak with is irrelevant. Side note though good to see you coming into your own and doing more than brooding and beating people up least you’re calling the shots this time, well I guess.”

“What’s that mean.”

“You really the one in charge or is someone pulling the strings behind the scenes, maybe DJ.”

“I’m the tribal chief.”

“Ok.”

“Athena watch it you’re pushing it.”

“Wasn’t she with yall, what you on they side.”

“I’m on no one side but my own so you can stop growling at me like a dog thinking it’s going to intimidate me, does he need a treat.” I said looking back to Solo as Loa chuckled at his brother.

“You’re pushing my limits.”

“Yeah I’m good at that. I have been pushing buttons how long I mean cmon let’s not act like you’re cousin wasn’t slightly excited I got injured. I’m pretty sure I annoyed Roman to no end.” I walked off pausing by Jacob “killer moonsault by the way.” Walking off I rounded the corner exhaling “shit.” I muttered softly. I wasn’t expecting that and I think if I’d been anyone else I’d be a heap in the floor right now. We had house shows and I made my way to my car but felt eyes on me. The new bloodline staring I finger waved and got in my car. The hotel I checked in showered and changed. I went to the vending machine grabbing a drink and some ice I heard something and looked over my shoulder stopping as I saw him. He was slightly intimidating the way his eyes trailed over me. Like a lion stalking a gazelle. I went to leave the small area when his hand shot out touching my hip stopping me and almost making me drop everything as his warm hand met skin. My eyes shooting to his dark ones my eyes glanced down to his lips and back. Before I could comprehend his lips were on mine causing me to gasp and drop the bucket of ice but he pulled back catching it. He took my hand pulling me “where are.”

“Shhh.” He said holding his finger to his lips. “What room are you?”

“632.”

“Give me your card.” I raised my eyebrow but handed him the card as he unlocked the door. Walking in he put the bucket on the table before grabbing me again and kissing me my hand flying to his face. He could kiss I’d give his ass that. I slid his hands down my body gripping my ass firmly as he lifted me in his arms my back hit the wall as I pulled my lips back but he just started kissing my neck making me moan out as he hit my spot, I felt his lips curl into a smirk against my skin

“You really shouldn’t walk around looking like this late at night, you never know what kinda creep is lurking.” He softly spoke his whispered words sending a shiver through my body. The tiny shorts and sports bra not doing much but I never expected anyone let alone him. I didn’t respond the smart ass retort dying on my lips as he tugged the top down mouth on my breast in an instant as I gasped. I could feel how hard he was and swallowed thickly his lips met mine again igniting an inferno. I pulled his shirt off and he let me down looking me over before tugging my top off. He picked me back up laying me on the bed as his kisses trailed my lips and down my body like lava. I bit my lip trying to hide the effect he was having on me but he paused at my stomach looking up at me.

“Don’t hide those pretty little moans. Let me hear you.” He tugged my shorts off smirking his eyes meeting mine. “Naughty, no underwear.”

“Oh shut-fuck.” My retort cutting off into a moan as his mouth met my body. Tongue sneaking out as he groaned.

“Fuck your taste better than I thought you would.”

“Tama.”

“Yeah that’s my name baby, you gonna get real used to it leaving that pretty little mouth of yours.” His hands gripped my hips holding me as he totally devoured me. My body arching off the bed my hands on his head. He held me down not letting me move as he took his time driving me insane. When his fingers joined the party expertly curling into my gspot I came moaning his name. He stood back tugging his shorts and boxers off my eyes trailing his body, a small smirk crossing my face as my eyes went back to his him wearing a smirk. He was definitely packing. I sat up on my knees leaning towards the edge of the bed cautiously meeting his eyes. I slid my hand over his impressive length before my mouth followed, his hand immediately meeting the back of my head as a low moan left his lips. I could feel him twitch when his fingers curled into my hair a bit tighter and he pulled me back. He kissed me slightly passionately a bit more than I expected he harshly squeezed my ass making me gasp as he slid his tounge in my mouth asserting dominance a bit faster than I’d had liked but damn he was making me feel some type of way he gently pushed my shoulder and I laid down as he pulled my legs sliding me down the bed “I’m gonna ruin you.”

“You can try, I don’t break very easy.” He smirked darkly before easing into me my eyes slightly widening at the stretch

“Hmm wonder who made you this wet, tight as fuck.” He pushed the back of my thighs opening me wider as his thrust roughened my nails scrapping down his back. His thrust powerful like he was trying to brand me with his dick so I’d feel it long after we were done “You look so good taking my dick.”

“Mmm god.” I moaned my head back his lips hopefully not leaving marks.

“Not god baby. Just me.”

“Tama.”

“You gonna cum princess. Mmm common my dick.” His hand trailed down my body pinching my nipple before going south rubbing rough circles in my clit as I gasped a moan cumming. He pulled out as I whined as he smirked smacking thigh “brat, don’t worry pretty I’m no where near done with your gorgeous little ass roll over.” My face buried in the bed as he entered me again. My fingers curling around the sheets. This angle he was hitting my gspot with each thirsts making me thankful my face was in the comforter as moans poured from my lips he smacked my ass his other hand sliding up my back and into my hair pulling my head up. “Nah let me hear you. Shit.” He grunted

“Mm Tama.” He smacked my ass again as I moaned

“Mmm my lil freak.”

“You feel so good.”

“So do you, this my pussy now.”

“Fuck.”

“Aint it.”

“Yesss.” I moaned. “I’m fuck I’m gonna cum.”

“I got you cum for me beautiful, give me that pussy.”

“Tama!” I barely registered him growling out my name as he ground into me. “Holy shit.” He chuckled against my shoulder pressing a kiss into the back of it. He slowly pulled out as he let me all but collapse on my bed. He walked into my bathroom and came back a few minutes later chuckling. He laid next to me pulling me into his arms the last thing I felt was a kiss to my head. I woke up the next morning alone and if it wasn’t for the ache between my legs I’d had thought it was all a fucked up dream. I grabbed clothes and took a shower washing off my body. I smelled like him, I don’t know what happened but holy fuck. I walked out shrieking as I saw him sitting at the table. Dressed in all black

“What the fuck.”

“Brought your ass breakfast. Shit got half a mind to be late and rip all that off, you look good.”

“Thanks.” I muttered “you too.”

“My number is in your phone. I'll hit you up later.”

“How’d you get my phone unlocked.”

“Don’t worry about it beautiful, I got my ways.”

“Thanks for breakfast.”

“Welcome. I’ll hit you up later aight.”

“What exactly is your plan. If Solo thinks he can-“

“Woah woah it ain’t like that, shit they ain’t even know I came here.”

“If you got some-“

“I don’t chill your ass out.”

“Excuse-“ I was cut off as he pressed his lips to mine. “Mmm” I let out as he pulled back chuckling

“I think you like me shutting you up princess.”

“If is like that I might not complain too much.” I sighed “you know I’m friends with-“

“Yeah the sorry excuse of a Bloodline I know.”

“Hey.”

“Shit you should join the good side the winning side the real side-“

“The dark side.”

“Mhmmm.”

“I’m not in this. Shit they would freak if they knew we are crossing a line.”

“Fuck that line.”

“We shouldn’t be crossing that they are my friends, I shouldn’t be crossing that line.”

“Well we already crossed it princess, all night long.”

“Now what?”

“For your sake we don’t let anyone know we crossed it, for now.”

“Solo is gonna kill you.”

“What he don’t know won’t hurt him. I’ll see you later.” He kissed my head walking out. I watched the door shut sighing I turned hearing my phone my breath hitching as I saw the name Jey I opened the text

“We chillin after the show”

“Whose we”

Me you and Jimmy and Naomi, by the way Roman said dinner after the show Friday he misses you

He never calls

Man he only hits up when he needs something or it’s important or a holiday

lol fine

And aye be safe

What you mean

I heard lil bro an em was messing with you the other day

Nah and I always do later

[torahoes]

(IDOLiSH7) Torao Mido - RabbiTube mini Rabbit Chat

Please note that I am not a professional translator. If you come across any mistakes, feel free to let me know and I will make the necessary corrections.

Momo: Yamato, Torao, good work~! The RabbiMini project was fun, wasn't it? 🥺

Torao Mido: It sure was. I even gained valuable insights into portraying a delinquent from both of you.

Yamato Nikaido: Good work today. That makes it sound like we’re the perfect examples of delinquents or something lol

Torao Mido: Are you not?

Yamato Nikaido: Of course we're not! We're the dazzling idols of the moment, right?

Momo: It's funny when Yamato says it lolol

Momo: Oh, right! I got some info from Haruka. He said Utsugi-san did the dance from our RabbiMini video!!

Momo: Is this true?! 🕺🎶

Torao Mido: Yeah.

Torao Mido: I was watching the video with Touma in the green room when out of nowhere Utsugi-san said, "I can dance too," and that's how it all unfolded.

Momo: No way!! I want to see that so bad 😆🔥 What was it like!?

Torao Mido: For some reason, his moves were surprisingly sharp, and he was pretty skilled. Haruka and Minami came back to the green room while he was still dancing

Torao Mido: They were like, "This is kind of gross." I felt a bit sorry for him...

Yamato Nikaido: Isn't his playful side a bit too strong for someone with such a cool appearance?

Torao Mido: He seemed quite satisfied when he went, "It seems the body always remembers."

Momo: Could he be an experienced dancer??

Torao Mido: No, apparently when he was younger, he was often forced to dance at drinking parties by his superiors.

Torao Mido: He said it helps in building favorable human relations, so he learned it earnestly.

Yamato Nikaido: Ah... Well, I guess being able to liven up a drinking party would make you popular with the old geezers...

Momo: So he acquired his dancing skills through such circumstances...

Momo: I can't help but feel an affinity... towards Utsugi-san...

Torao Mido: Affinity?

Momo:

Momo:

Momo: Oh, also!!! The IDOLiSH7 members really enjoyed our RabbiMini too!!! (*'ω'*) ✨

Momo: Mitsuki sent me a video~!

Yamato Nikaido: Ah, the glaring game! The one where I competed against Nagi

Torao Mido: What on earth? What kind of game is that...?

Yamato Nikaido: It's a game where you stare each other down and the first one to look away loses!

Yamato Nikaido: Since I was up against Nagi, it felt like it would never end lol

Momo: Nagi does seem really strong lololol

Yamato Nikaido: It went on for so long that it probably looked like we were having an actual fight, so Tama got fed up.

Yamato Nikaido: He suddenly wedged himself between us, we burst out laughing, and were forced to end it there

Momo: Awww!! Cute!! So pure!! Momo-chan's gonna protect him from all evil~~ 💪😭

Torao Mido: Does Sougo participate in this glaring down stuff too...?

Yamato Nikaido: Sou did it while jutting his jaw out, I think. His portrayal of an outlaw was outdated lol

Torao Mido: Sougo.....

Torao Mido: You guys really have him doing some crazy stuff, huh, IDOLiSH7...

Torao Mido: If you get stared down by the Osaka family, you won't survive in this industry, you know. I could never play such a terrifying game.

Momo: Wait, was Torao always this cute...?

Yamato Nikaido: If Mido had that attribute added to him on top of everything else, nobody would stand a chance...

Torao Mido: I don't know what you're talking about but dial it back a bit.

Momo:

Momo: Should I try playing this game with Yuki? (〃ﾉдﾉ)

Yamato Nikaido: Momo-san, can you even handle being stared at by Yuki-san?

Momo: Yeah, not a chance.

Momo: I wouldn't even last a second.

Torao Mido: The way this person suddenly regained his composure...

Momo: Torao, you should try playing against someone too! Are you alone right now?

Torao Mido: No, I'm with Haruka in the green room. He's eating some kind of sweet bread while looking at his phone.

Yamato Nikaido: Oh, why don't you try it with him then? It might actually be fun.

Torao Mido: Compete with Haruka?

Torao Mido: I'm not interested in challenging him to a game where the outcome is already obvious

Torao Mido: I can't afford to make Haruka cry before the recording

Yamato Nikaido: Mido, you didn't even know how to move like a delinquent at first; you were at the level where you were moving both arms and legs at the same time, but now you're so confident!

Momo: You were just waddling away like a penguin +.(≧∀≦)ﾟ+.ﾟ Yuki liked that scene too!!

Torao Mido: Oi

Torao Mido: You showed it to him?!

Torao Mido: It's absolutely horrifying to think that video is saved inside Re:vale's Momo-san’s phone. Delete it

Yamato Nikaido: Wow, I just learnt some great news!! Maybe Yuki-san has taken a liking to you!? Man, I'm glad!!!!

Torao Mido: What are you so happy for?

Torao Mido: Also, what's with the "strutting with your shoulders raised high" thing? Isn't it hard to walk like that?

Yamato Nikaido: It's not too bad. All things considered, you actually managed to pull it off in the end!

Torao Mido: Of course I did. Who do you think I am?

Momo: Now why don't you try showing Haruka the fruits of your labor? 😍

Torao Mido: Fine. I'll take the bait

Torao Mido: Wait here.

Yamato Nikaido:

Momo:

Yamato Nikaido: Who do you think will win?

Momo: Hmmmmmm..... Like Yuki, Torao is quite gentle, even if they're both gentle in different ways

Momo: So maybe I'll go with Haruka? 🥺

Yamato Nikaido: You may be right. He did turn out to be a pretty sincere guy after getting to know him

Torao Mido: Sorry to keep you waiting.

Momo: Welcome back!

Yamato Nikaido: How did it go?

Torao Mido: He gave me eye drops and that was it.

Torao Mido: He said, "If your eyes are dry, just say so with your mouth instead of silently pleading with your eyes."

Momo:

Yamato Nikaido: Eye-... eye drops... lol

Momo: How is this even possible?! Isn't Haruka way too cute!?

Torao Mido: And when I said it wasn't because my eyes were dry, he thought I wanted some of his bread next.

Torao Mido: He said, "I can give you a piece if you really want some." Do I really seem like someone who would snatch food away from Haruka while he's happily enjoying it?

Momo: Maybe your gaze seemed like you were longing for his bread? lolol

Yamato Nikaido: ŹOOĻ's potential... honestly, I underestimated it.

Torao Mido: This wasn't the plan at all

Momo: Even though your glare was so intense in our RabbiMini 😎💥

Yamato Nikaido: But I guess you can't help but go easy against your members

Torao Mido: It seems it was too early for me to act like a delinquent. Show me how it's done again, you two.

Torao Mido: Nikaido's intimidating "You wanna go!?" line, and

Torao Mido: Momo-san's "What did you just say, bastard?" line, accompanied by his piercing gaze — you guys were more menacing than any guys I've seen around.

Momo:

Torao Mido:

Yamato Nikaido: No, no, seriously, I was panicking deep down because I wasn't used to acting like this! Not to mention, Mido is huge, and Momo-san is older than me.

Momo: What are you saying!

Momo: Momo-chan has never spoken in such a harsh tone before, so I was nervous!

Torao Mido: Really now? Well, I'll just leave it at that

Momo:

Yamato Nikaido: We tried to tease Mido, but it ended up backfiring

Momo: Gosh, now we have no choice but to go out for drinks to clear up this misunderstanding! We haven't had our wrap-up party yet either!! 🍻

Yamato Nikaido: I agree. We should, especially so I can show you that I'm the kind of human who can't even kill a mosquito.

Torao Mido: Sure, I'll keep my schedule open. Having drinks with you two doesn't sound so bad.

Momo:

Yamato Nikaido:

Torao Mido:

The End.

[xinfinityl0ve17]

Friend & Friend

kami Tama (MALICE MIZER) (CASCADE)

— You went to the beach, right? On the MALICE MIZER boat, right? — Tama

Tama: And then we stayed at some weird kind of pension.

kami: Yeah, it was like a strange pension-type place.

— Has it been a long time since you last saw Tama?

kami: It's been a while. We used to meet up often.

Tama: Yeah, it’s not like we planned it, but we used to run into each other a lot.

kami: We used to do nothing but bad things (laughs).

Tama: Right? (laughs)

— What kind of bad things?

kami: I can't say (laughs).

Tama: Can't say (laughs).

— It’s fine, the statute of limitations is up by now (laughs)!

Tama: We smoked incense (laughs).

kami: Yeah, we smoked incense (laughs).

— Incense!?

Tama: There was some kind of incense from India or somewhere...

— Real incense?

Tama: Yeah. We were like, "If we smoke this, we can trip, right?!" and we all smoked it (laughs).

kami: Yeah, yeah (laughs).

Tama: But all it did was make our throats hurt, we couldn’t trip at all (laughs).

— That’s obvious (laughs)!

Tama: And then we went to the beach, right?

kami: We did!

— Who did you go with?

kami: With Tama-chan, közi, me, and Kou...

Tama: Back then, we had a friend named Kou.

— Did you suddenly decide to go after drinking?

kami: No, Tama-chan arranged everything for us.

Tama: Yeah, we went on the MALICE MIZER boat.

kami: And we stayed at some weird pension-type place.

Tama: It was more like a lodge than a pension, though (laughs). But the dinner was delicious, right?

kami: It was great!

Tama: We ate until we were stuffed. And back then, I still had long hair, so I coolly jumped into the ocean and played beach volleyball with some gals.

kami: Yeah, you did! And then Kou, that friend of ours, was doing this thing called the “Kou-bar Head Kick!” It was hilarious (laughs).

Tama: I don’t think the people around us thought it was funny at all (laughs). But it was a good memory. At one point, when everyone was partying and making noise at night, I went outside and disappeared for about two hours.

— What were you doing?

Tama: What was I doing? I was probably staring at the sea. It was around the time I had just left my previous band, so I was probably caught up in self-loathing, thinking, “What am I doing with my life?” But since my hair was long, I kept getting hit on by all kinds of people (laughs).

kami: We should go again!

Tama: We were saying, "Let’s go again next year!" and making plans.

— Let’s make it happen this summer! Vicious can cover the cost (laughs).

(Vicious: Sure! By Vicious)

kami: Oh yeah, remember we drank at Shinjuku West Gate Park? It was me, the members of CASCADE, and közi.

Tama: Oh yeah, we did!

— Why were you drinking in the park?

Tama: Back when CASCADE still didn’t have much of an audience, kami and közi came to one of our shows, and we had the afterparty in Shinjuku West Gate Park. That’s when I handed over our demo tape.

kami: And that's when I learned the song "KILL ME STOP."

Tama: That song's pretty good, right?

kami: Yeah. I thought it was really interesting.

— Did you have a feeling back then that "this band is going to make it"?

kami: There were two songs on the demo tape, and while it was different from Tama-chan's previous band, I definitely had a feeling about it.

Tama: Come on (laughs)!

kami: It’s true! I was happy when I saw you doing well on "Ebisu Onsen" (a music show that served as a stepping stone for new bands; CASCADE made their debut thanks to it).

— Hold on! The conversation is starting to get serious (laughs)!

kami: What’s wrong with that?

— This isn't that kind of corner (laughs). So, how are things with the ladies lately?

kami: Ahahahaha (laughs).

Tama: Kami is pretty proactive, isn’t he?

kami: You think so?

Tama: More like animalistic than proactive (laughs). But that’s what I like about you (laughs).

— That’s not what you said during your previous interview with SHUSE (laughs)!

kami: Well, going major made me a bit more negative.

Tama: So you’ve been thinking negatively about a lot of things?

kami: Yeah, recently.

Tama: When you debut as a major artist, you tend to become mentally unstable. I went through that too.

kami: It’s not so much instability. When you're indie, the band feels like home, but when it turns into a job, it becomes something different.

— I see.

kami: I started thinking, "Where is my home now?"

— Well, it’s obviously in a girl's chest (laughs)!

Tama: Speaking of that, how's your relationship with your high school girlfriend?

— We broke up! And two days before Valentine’s Day, no less!

Tama: That’s because you were cheating all the time (laughs)!

— Shut up (laughs)! Tama-chan, are you the type who gets dumped?

Tama: I haven’t been dumped much.

— So are you the one who does the dumping?

Tama: Not really that either. It’s more like things just naturally fizzle out.

kami: Same here!

Tama: It sounds terrible to say you’re just waiting for the right time, but you can kind of tell, right?

— You both start feeling like, "It’s probably about time"?

Tama: Yeah, you wait for that moment.

— That’s awful (laughs)!

Tama: Yeah, I guess I’m awful (laughs)! But in my school days, I used to get dumped all the time.

— Were you always going after girls who were out of your league?

Tama: Not at all, I’ve always had a really wide strike zone.

kami: Ahahahaha (laughs)!

Tama: My first experience was with someone quite a bit older.

kami: Really?

Tama: Really.

— How old were you?

Tama: I was 17.

— And the other person?

Tama: She was quite a bit older.

— In a way, that’s kind of enviable!

Tama: When was your first time, kami?

kami: I was 17 too. But mine was with a girl a year younger than me.

— I was also 17, and she was a year younger than me.

kami: We’re the same then!

— Want to hear about it?

kami: What is it?

— I used to commute by train, and one day, this girl suddenly gave me a love letter.

kami: That’s great!

Tama: Was she cute?

— She was super cute!

kami: That’s really great!

— So we started dating, and I gave her my virginity. But after a while, she suddenly said, “I’m getting married,” and when I told her, “I’m not ready for that yet,” she said, “It’s not you. I’ve been seeing someone else too.” I was like, "Gah!"

kami: Oh no!

— Turns out she had been dating a 23-year-old guy, and about a week later, she quit school and really got married.

kami: Oh no!

— I want my virginity back!

kami: Ahahahaha (laughs)!

Tama: That must’ve been a shock, right?

— It was a huge shock!

Tama: The first girl I dated also cheated on me. Her name was Miki. You can write that down!

kami: Ahahahaha (laughs)!

Tama: Miki cheated on me. We started dating when I was in the second year of middle school, and she was my first kiss, but she’d also been dating this guy since the fourth grade. His name was Tanabe!

kami: Ahahahaha (laughs)!

Tama: You know how, in middle school, when you start dating someone, rumors spread fast? So my friends started saying, “Hey, I heard she has a boyfriend. They’ve been dating since the fourth grade!” So I asked her directly.

— You asked Miki (laughs)?

Tama: Yeah, I asked her, “Miki, do you like me?” “I do.” “Do you like Tanabe?” “I do.” “So, who do you like more, me or Tanabe?” “Tanabe.” (laughs).

kami: Gya-hahaha (laughs)!

Tama: Right after that, we went on a school trip, but for me, it was a heartbroken trip.

kami: Gya-hahaha (laughs)!

— When was your first kiss, kami?

kami: I was really focused on my band until my first year of high school. I didn’t even look at girls; I was just drumming all the time. But in my second year, I started paying attention to the opposite sex and ended up dating someone.

— What was her name?

kami: Maki (laughs).

Tama: Was she cute?

kami: Yeah, she was cute. But, to be honest, she was kind of a delinquent. She had a lot of guy friends, and I couldn’t trust her, so we broke up.

Tama: You seem to like delinquent girls, right? The ones with brown hair and a bit rebellious?

kami: I like Nanase Aikawa (laughs). I once dated a full-on delinquent girl. A friend of mine brought her to one of our live shows, and I guess she liked me because she called me up and asked, “Would you go out with me?” I couldn’t say no, so I said, “Sure!” (laughs). Then I went to her house, and there were all these gang flags and tons of pictures of motorcycles. I thought, “Nope, this isn’t for me!” and broke up with her right away (laughs).

[5secondsofmoxley]

Screwed // Part 2

Read Part 1 here

Pairings: Jay White X fem reader, El Phantasmo (Riley) x fem reader

Warnings: language, implied sexual content, angst!!!, violence. No use of Y/N, or any descriptors for the narrator. I try to leave it as open to interpretation as possible for you the reader to imagine whoever you’d like. I tried to keep it gender neutral as well, but I did end up saying the narrator is a woman for storyline purposes.

I could kill him. A week. He had let a whole week go by. Riley hadn’t told Jay yet. He apparently was going to tell him that first day, but when he finally came face to face with Jay, he panicked. He promised me he just wanted to collect himself and his thoughts to figure out how to start the hard conversation. Riley told me he would talk to Jay tomorrow. And then six more tomorrows came and went. Now, here we are a week later, and I swear when Jay does finally find out, someone is going to have to bury both Riley and I because I’ll be dead from guilt if Jay doesn’t kill me first.

It was hard to be around Jay the first couple days after. I was struggling to act normal, and Jay could tell something was up with me. He’s a straight up, no bullshit kind of guy. But thankfully, Jay’s respectful enough to not push me on the subject since I clearly wasn’t ready to talk about it. By the third day, I had managed to swallow the guilt and act like nothing had happened. I could still see the curiosity in his eyes, but he was waiting for me to bring up the subject. And I was waiting for Riley to get the balls to talk to Jay.

I knew the more time that passed, the more angry Jay would be when he finally knew. It was bad enough that it happened, but the fact that neither Riley, nor myself, spoke to him about it will just make it worse. By the second day I had considered just telling Jay myself. And when I said that to Riley, he swore up and down that he would. Now, I feel like I let it go too long for me to talk to him.

“Is that what you’re wearing to the ring?” The accent I’d come to love, and dread, broke me from my thoughts.

Giving myself a once over in the mirror, I caught his eye in the reflection. Confused, I asked, “yeah, what’s wrong with it?”

“Aren’t you missing something?”

I studied my outfit. Tonight I’d chosen to wear one of my own Bullet Club shirts. I’d cut it to be a crop top, and to show off some cleavage. I paired the black shirt with white jean shorts, fish nets, and my trusty doc martens. For a moment, I questioned if I had forgotten a bra or panties and somehow Jay knew. I squinted at myself before Jay laid his jacket over my shoulders.

“If you’re not going to wear my shirt, you have to have some other thing of mine.”

“In my defense, you usually give me your jacket after we make our entrance.”

“Usually you’re wearing one of my shirts to begin with.” His hands wrapped around my waist to spin me around, blatantly looking me up and down. “Though I do admit, your new shirt is cool and the way you cut it up,” he cut himself off to smirk at me.

I smirked back before giving him a gentle shove away. “No one else is going to wear my shirts so I gotta get these babies selling somehow.”

“Don’t worry, once the fans get the view I’m getting right now, they’ll sell out.” Jay winked at me, and I couldn’t contain my eye roll.

As I turned away from him to head towards my bag, I caught Riley’s stare. The emotions were clear as day on his face: the envy, the sadness, and the guilt. I gave him a small smile before quickly checking the time.

“All right boys, time to go.”

———

Jay was pissed. The club had lost tonight. Tama and Tanga had lost their tag match, Jay lost his G1 match, and Kenta had lost his singles match. On top of the losses, I had taken a nasty bump during the tag match that definitely could’ve been avoided had I not chosen the wrong time to get involved.

I was standing with Jay as he was filming his after match thoughts. He was irate, yelling about the refs being against Bullet Club as usual. My head was pounding, and all I wanted was to change and head back to the hotel for the night.

I wasn’t paying attention to anything Jay was screaming about, until I heard my name. “Get her some fucking ice! Can’t you see she’s fucking hurting?”

A young lion rushed forward to hand Jay a bag of ice, and Jay was quick to rip it from his hands and shove the boy back. “Not for me you fucking, dumbass. Her!” Jay turned to me, putting the ice to my head before continuing on his rant.

Thankfully, Jay finished up not long after. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and practically dragged me away, yelling how this was still the Jay-1 Climax and he would turn things around. Once we were far enough that we were out of sights of the cameras, he dropped his voice. “Well, tonight was fucking shit.” He glanced at me before continuing. “You’re an idiot too.”

I glared at him, ripping myself away from his arm. “I was trying to help.”

“Yeah and how’d that work out for you?”

“Fuck you, Jay. I’m not in the mood for your fucking bitch fit.” And that’s how we walked into the locker room. Yelling at each other like a married couple. None of the guys looked up at us as this was usual for us on nights where the club took one too many losses.

I was shoving my things into my bag as Jay was going on and on about how everyone fucked up tonight. Usually, I’d just sit calmly and let him get his rage out before we’d all decide what we were doing for the night. But like I told Jay, I’m not in the mood. So the minute I was sure I had everything packed, without even bothering to change, I grabbed my shit and headed for the door.

Unfortunately for me, Jay being Jay, decided to block my way by leaning against my exit to freedom. “And just where in the fuck do you think you’re going?”

“As I said Jay, I’m not in the mood.” I exasperated.

“Oh, well I’m sorry. You’re not in the mood.” Jay said sarcastically, putting his hand to his chest.

“Seriously,” I snapped. “My head is fucking pounding. Losses happen. For once in your fucking life, get over it. You know better than anyone that the club will bounce back from this. So get out of my way so I can go back to the hotel and sleep this shit off.”

Jay stared blankly at me for a moment. If my head wasn’t throbbing so bad, I’d probably be a little nervous. Jay wasn’t the kind of guy that hides his emotions. And I couldn’t read him at the moment. Yeah, definitely a scary thought when you don’t know what Jay White is thinking.

“You should get checked out.” He said calmly, crossing his arms over his chest. Now that, I wasn’t expecting. And of course he could tell he took me by surprise.

“If your head is hurting that bad, you should get checked for a concussion.”

If my back wasn’t to the guys, I’d see them all sitting on the edge of their seats. This was very out of character for Jay. Not the caring about my wellbeing, he always checks on me when something happens. But him stopping one of his yelling fits, that’s odd.

I sighed. “I’m fine. It’s not a concussion. Just a bad fall and your yelling isn’t helping.” And now out of character for me, I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and ask him to move. “Now, can I please get out of here?”

“And you know it’s not a concussion how? Are you a doctor now?” Jay was poking a bear he did not want to fight right now. When I’m irritated, the last thing anyone should do is press my buttons. Of course, I say this as if I’m not talking to the king of pressing the big red ‘DO NOT PRESS’ button that everyone has.

“I’ve had my fair share of concussions. I just need to sleep it off. I already asked you nicely, I’m not going to a second time. Get out of my way, Jay.”

See, the mistake I made here was giving him my usual attitude when we’re arguing. I should’ve brought out the crocodile tears and maybe he would’ve pitied me enough to let me leave. But that would’ve been too out of character for me. I can’t help that sometimes Jay can bring out the worst in me.

So Jay in his Jay fashion, smirked at me. That big obnoxious ‘I’m about to push you to your absolute fucking limit’ smirk. Thank god, before Jay could piss me off anymore than he already has, Fale spoke up.

“Alright, enough you two. Everyone get your shit, we’re going for drinks. On me. We all need it.” The big man gave everyone a look to show there was no arguing with him. But I figured it wouldn’t hurt to try the puppy dog eyes on him. Benefits of being the only girl in the group, and Fale secretly being a giant teddy bear.

“Fale, I’m,” he’s quick to cut me off though.

“No, we’re going out. You included. You’re in the club, are you not?” He got me there. He always knew how to sucker me into going out with them. Even when I absolutely didn’t want to.

I sighed in defeat. “Fine, but I’m not driving. I’ll be waiting outside.”

Turning back to the door, I caught the blue eyes that were still smirking back at me as if he won the argument we didn’t even get to finish. I didn’t say a word to him. I just stared blankly at him as I motioned with a wave of my hand for him to move. Thankfully, he did without argument. As I scooted by him, I had no choice but to brush against him as he’d barely stepped a foot away from the door. He took advantage as he placed a hand on my shoulder to halt me in my tracks, leaning in to press his lips to my ear.

“This isn’t over though, darling. You and I will finish this later.” Jay whispered in my ear. And if I wasn’t already still heated from the argument, I was sure as hell hot and bothered now.

I was quick to take my leave now given the chance. I knew the guys were going to take at least twenty minutes for all of them to shower, change and pack up. I was relishing in the thought of the short lived peace and quiet I was about to have before things were to get crazy as they usually do on nights we go out. I could only hope nothing as bad as last week happens again.

I got not even five minutes of my quiet time before there were footsteps approaching me. My first thought was that it’d be Fale, since he was the one that suggested the outing and would be the most eager to get going. But to my surprise, and maybe a little dismay, it was Riley.

Regardless of both of us trying, things had been weird. Truthfully, I blamed it on us having this dirty little secret. I’d like to hope and believe that had we come clean and told Jay right away, we could’ve moved past this and been back to our normal selves. Instead, any time we were alone we were either arguing about telling Jay, or in an awkward silence. Neither of which I felt like dealing with right now.

“I’m going to tell him tonight.” Now that, I was not expecting. What is with these two men and shocking me tonight?

I turned to him, giving him my full attention. “And what in your right mind makes you think tonight, of all nights, is the best time to tell him?”

Riley ignored me. “You’re telling me you’ve been pestering me about telling him and now that I want to, you don’t want me to?”

“It’s not that I don’t want you to tell him. I’ve wanted to tell him for the past week! But he’s already pissed after all the matches tonight. Why would you think it’s a good idea to tell him when he’s already mad?” I crossed my arms over my chest, and tapped my foot impatiently. I couldn’t believe the audacity of this boy.

“Well, for one, I’m actually hoping his anger will be more directed to those issues than this. And second, once Fale gets a couple drinks in him, he’ll loosen up and will handle it better.”

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“You know I’m right. Once he has a few drinks in him, his anger will dissipate. You and him will go to your normal flirting. He’ll get into a good mood. Then I’ll take him outside for some air and break the news. Problem solved.”

“You’re an absolute moron. That is quite possibly the dumbest plan I’ve ever heard. You know the second you tell him what happened, all the anger will return, and will be multiplied by all the shit tonight and the alcohol added into the mix.”

“So you don’t want me to tell him?” For a second, I questioned if this was his actual plan. Force me to decide not to tell him so he doesn’t feel guilty about keeping it a secret for another day.

I groaned, massaging my temples in hopes of alleviating my ever growing headache. “Riley, he’s already pissed. As much as I’ve wanted to tell him for the past week, I really think tonight is not the best night.”

“Tell me what?” And there it was. Shit hitting the fan. Apparently, it was possible for this night to be worse than last week.

Jay stopped dead in his tracks. His bag was hanging loosely by his side, almost hitting the ground from how slack his grip was. His eyes snapped back and forth between me and Riley. He didn’t let a minute pass before he asked again. “Tell me what?” I could see and hear the frustration in him growing again.

Thankfully, there was some distance between Riley and I. Otherwise, I’m sure Jay would’ve been able to make an assumption about what was going on. He’s a smart guy. I can’t imagine he hasn’t noticed that Riley and I have been off this past week. Not teasing each other the way we normally do. Going almost out of our way to not sit near each other.

Jay took a deep breath before dropping his bag onto the ground. He waved his hands between the two of us as the anger swept over his face. “If one of you don’t tell me what the fuck is going on.”

I glanced at Riley, who looked like he was shitting bricks. In that brief second, I decided he wouldn’t be able to tell Jay. Not when he was caught so off guard and Jay was already irate. I think Riley genuinely believed that he could catch Jay at a ‘good’ time and Jay wouldn’t absolutely rip him to shreds.

To my surprise again, Riley beat me to the punch. Though, I wish he had thought more before he just blurted out, “We slept together.”

My breath caught in my throat, and I was sure my heart stopped beating. If I thought my heart fell to my ass when Riley told me he had a crush on me, I was sure my heart fell out of my ass as Jay stared the two of us down.

I expected a big blowout. For Jay to go beat red in the face, steam to come out of his ears and him to scream at us until we were both deaf. But he didn’t say a word. And a quiet Jay was much scarier than a yelling Jay.

I didn’t dare take my eyes off Jay. I wanted to catch the first signs of whatever reaction would come from him. Of course, I’m expecting him to be seething with rage. And I should’ve expected his reaction, but he still managed to catch me off guard. Because in the blink of an eye, he closed the gap between himself and Riley, giving Riley a hard right hand to the jaw that knocked him to the ground. He didn’t hesitate to get on top of Riley and start pummeling him.

“Jay!” I yelled at him. Riley did his best to block his face, but Jay, who I could only imagine was seeing red, managed to still land the punches.

Jay was yelling at Riley so loud and fast, I couldn’t make out what he was saying. It may as well have been gibberish for all I cared. He was so incoherent, I wondered if even he knew what he was saying.

I was used to having to break up fights between the boys. But never as physical as this. Nowhere near. The closest I had ever seen was Tama and Jay butting heads and going chest to chest. But even then I managed to squeeze in between the two to separate them. And by the next day, they had both cooled down and moved on. I knew I wouldn’t be so lucky this time.

Springing into action, I wrapped both hands around Jay’s right bicep, successfully stopping his next punch to Riley. Riley was busted open. He hadn’t even attempted to throw a hit back at Jay. He just laid there and took whatever hit Jay got past his attempts at blocking.

Jay’s head whipped up to look at me. He ripped his arm out of my grip, stepping over Riley to go chest to chest with me. Forcing me to step back, but never letting me get any space between us. Now, I knew Jay would never do anything to hurt me. But the look on his face. He’s been angry with me before. Like I said, when he gets into his bitch fits, we tend to argue. But his anger has never really been caused by me. Like him, I would push his buttons to further his anger. But I had never, that I could recall, been a direct cause of all of his anger. I’m ashamed to admit that I was scared.

“And you! Are you fucking kidding me? My best fucking friend? You fucking know how I feel about you!” I didn’t get a chance to respond, before Riley jumped up and pushed Jay out of my face.

Jay was heaving. I could tell he was about to have another go at Riley, so I was quick to put myself in between the two of them. Jay glanced down at me for a second, before snapping his attention to Riley. Riley tried to move me out of the way gently, but I shook him off, not letting either of them get a step closer to each other.

“Don’t yell at her like that! Jay, it was a fucking mistake, alright? We were both drunk.” Riley screamed at Jay.

Jay scoffed in return. “Oh yeah, it was a real fucking mistake when you’ve wanted to fuck for her as long as I’ve known you. You were just waiting for your chance to make your move.”

I looked to Riley and could see the emotions running over his face. I knew he was about to say something that would only piss Jay off further. I tried to cut in, to put in my two cents but Riley spoke over me.

“Real rich coming from the guy who’s had plenty of fucking opportunities to make a move but didn’t! Maybe if you weren’t such a pussy, it would’ve been your name she was screaming last week.”

Jay ran his hands through his hair as he panted. He took two steps forward but I was quick to put out my hands to stop him from getting any closer to Riley. He pressed his chest against my palms, though he didn’t push any further.

“Well, unlike you, I was trying to be a good friend and respect your feelings but clearly shit like that doesn’t matter to you!”

“Oh please, you never respected how I felt about her. You flirted with her from the moment you met her! And don’t give me the bullshit that that’s just how you are. The minute she was introduced into Bullet Club onscreen, you pranced her around like she’s your fucking property. You made her wear anything with your fucking name on it, and kept your arms around her like they were attached to her.”

“I’m the fucking leader! It’s only natural that the only girl in the group belongs to the one running the fucking show.”

“Hey!” I cut them both off. “I don’t belong to anyone. You of all people know the last thing I ever wanted when I joined was to be seen as just your girl.”

“And yet,” he smirked at me, “you wore whatever I gave you without any argument. No matter how much you claim you didn’t want to just be my piece of ass, that’s exactly what you are. And you enjoy it too! I could ask you to get on your knees for me and you would, no hesitation. Just like you did for Riley.”

The slap echoed throughout the almost empty parking lot. His head snapped to the side, and he slowly turned his glare back to me. Over his shoulder, I could see the rest of the guys making their way over to us. It was clear they had walked out just in time to catch me slap Jay. They hadn’t realized how serious the situation was, until they got closer and saw the tension, and the aftermath on Riley’s face.

“What the hell is going on?” I wasn’t sure who asked, my focus was zeroed in on Jay. Jay’s eyes were flickering back and forth between me and Riley.

I was so furious with him. And speechless. I couldn’t muster up anything to say to him. I was so upset, I felt like I might cry any second. And I wouldn’t know if the tears would’ve been from sadness, or frustration.

“I would tell you both to go fuck yourselves, but clearly you’d rather do each other.” And just like that, Jay turned away. He grabbed his bag off the ground, and walked off.

Part of me wanted to chase after him. To beg his forgiveness. To tell him how sorry I was. How I never meant to sleep with Riley and it was all a drunken mistake. Part of me wanted to yell at him. For speaking so lowly of me. As if I meant nothing to him.

We all watched Jay walk off. No one made a move to follow him, all knowing better than to face more of his wrath. I was frozen in shame. Not only, did I certainly not want Jay to find out like that, but I definitely didn’t want the guys to know what had went down. I felt like a slut. And for a moment, I wondered if all this time, I had been acting like one.

“Hey,” a hand laid gently on my shoulder. The last person I wanted touching me right now.

All of the rage I was feeling right now: from Jay’s reaction, for myself for stupidly getting into this shitshow, and for Riley being the other half of the issue, I directed towards the person that was trying to comfort me.

I ripped my shoulder out of his grip, swinging around to face him. Riley stepped back in surprise. Not sure if it was from my reaction, or from the anger on my face.

“Don’t. Fucking do not. I don’t want to hear it right now, Riley.”

“You can’t seriously be mad at me after what Jay said.”

“We wouldn’t be in this fucking situation if it wasn’t for you, Riley! You yourself told me you had enough fucking clear thought going through your head that night to consider stopping it and you didn’t! And even if I look past that, and I blame it on the alcohol, you promised me you were going to tell him! And you fucking didn’t! You let a whole week go by and decided the night that he’s already fucking irate was the best night to tell him, and you tell me your stupid fucking plan as if Jay couldn’t walk out here at any given moment. And let’s not even talk about the fact that had you fucking been a man and told your best friend that it was okay for him to go after the girl you had a crush on since, as you told me, you can’t control your feelings, this,” I motioned between the two of us. “Would’ve never fucking happened! All this time, Jay and I could’ve fucking been together but regardless of what you think, he did fucking respect the fact that you had feelings first and he never let us get any further than kissing. You can’t even begin to understand the emotional turmoil I have put myself through questioning whether or not I was fucking crazy thinking Jay liked me. But you had to be fucking selfish and delusional holding on to some false fucking hope that you would live in your fucking fantasy world and get the girl in the end. Well newsflash, Riley, that was never going to happen!”

My heart was beating out of my chest. I swore if you listened close enough, you could hear it thumping. Had I not been absolutely blinded by rage, I would’ve felt unbelievably guilty watching Riley’s face drop in the most heartbroken expression I’d ever seen.

He was quick to wipe it away though. He swept his hands over his face before giving me a blank stare. “You know what, you’re right.” He paused for a moment, but I didn’t let my guard down. “I never stood a chance against Jay because you and him are made for each other. You both will go to whatever lengths you need to make the people around you feel the pain you’re feeling so you don’t have to feel alone in it.” And then Riley walked off, just like Jay had.

I let out the breath I didn’t even know I was holding. I was so overwhelmed with so many emotions, I was frozen in place. I didn’t know where to begin to process what I was feeling. All I could do, was turn to the rest of the group and ask, “Can you drop me at the hotel, please?”

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Author’s Note: As I’ve been writing this mini series, I’ve realized how I could absolutely cook someone in an argument if I didn’t have crippling anxiety that makes me immediately want to cry when any confrontation happens 😂

Part 3 will be out in a few days. I’m thinking I may hold off till Wednesday to post it. Thankfully it is written. I just have to finish up Part 4. Part 4 will be the final part but it feels like a bonus chapter? Only because the way Part 3 ends I could stop, but there are some things left open I need to give closure to.

Tag List (just for this mini series): @madhatterbri @cowboywritersworld @smallestsnarkestgirl

If you’d liked to be tagged in all future Jay fics, let me know! :)

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18 with naomi deno/wagon toqger? let the train girls kiss

Anon. This is an incredible idea. (Although when I first read it I thought you'd said "let the trans girls kiss," which is also something I'm very in support of and can also absolutely be true here. In fact, it should be and it is. They're both trans. Tama Daimyojin and Hermes, god of travelers, appeared to me in a vision and told me so.)

18. a kiss while laughing

The Den-Liner pulls up at the station, and Ryuutaros, looking out the window, says, "Hey, what's that train, it looks pretty cool," and Naomi's head jerks up from her romance novel as she says, "There's another train here?"

"Yeah, it's all bright colors, it's way more interesting than ours."

"Owner! I'm going on my break!"

Owner looks up from his own newspaper in surprise. "You're--ah, is that the Rainbow Line I see?"

Five minutes later, Owner and the Conductor of the Rainbow Line and his weird little puppet are having some kind of incomprehensible conversation, like they always do when they run into each other, and Naomi hurries across the dusty platform and bursts into the dining car of the Rainbow Line with a shout of, "Wagon!"

Wagon's in the middle of taking a selfie, obviously, but upon Naomi's entrance she hops up from her seat with a little coo, and a moment after that Naomi's feet are several inches off the ground as Wagon picks her up and hugs her. "Aiyahhh, Naomi-chan! It's been ages! Have you read any good books lately?"

"Tons, you?"

"Oh, yes, so many, would you like to trade?"

"Absolutely, please. Come over and have a coffee, I want to show you something."

Urataros stands up from his seat when they get back onto the Den-Liner, and Naomi makes a jerky little hands-off gesture and hisses at him, which startles him so badly that he nearly falls over trying to sit down again. Wagon doesn't even notice, just looks around the interior of the car. "It always looks so nice in here."

"You think so? Honestly I think it's sort of boring, but then, I guess I'm used to it. Check it out, though, I finally got Owner to buy me a new espresso machine and a milk steamer, you want a latte?"

"Oh, but that's so exciting, you know I never have good coffee around since almost all of our passengers are children. I'd love a latte."

Naomi immediately starts fussing with the machine, making Wagon a double shot of the nicest espresso and steaming and frothing the milk. "Ok, so, come over here and watch this."

Wagon leans up on the counter, watching as Naomi pours and pauses and pours and pauses and fusses with a coffee stirrer and--

"There you go! Latte art!"

There's a beat, and then two pink spots glow in the heart of Wagon's face. "It's me!"

"Yeah!" Naomi grins at her. "I even gave it your little bow tie. Here, try it!"

"Oh, but I don't want to ruin the little--it smells so good, though." After a pause, Wagon delicately picks up the cup and takes a sip. "It's delicious!"

Then, of course, she wants to learn how to do it, so she comes around behind the counter and Naomi demonstrates. Wagon's first attempt at frothing goes very badly, she lifts the wand out too early and the milk sort of explodes. The second time works out fine, and then there's the careful pouring, and then Wagon picks up a stirring stick and her hand blurs.

When it stills, Naomi looks down into the cup and says, "Oh my god it's me, you got my little hair flip and everything! How did you get my nose that perfect?"

Wagon shrugs. "I had to get it right, your nose is so cute. Oh, but you have a little bit of--" and she leans forward and kisses a dot of milk froth off the tip of Naomi's nose as Naomi giggles and tries incoherently to protest.

They spend the next forty-five minutes making increasingly ridiculous lattes for everyone (including a very small one for Ticket which Naomi refuses to watch him drink), and they swap stacks of romance novels and kiss a few more times, and then Conductor starts making noises about schedules and Naomi rolls her eyes. "I really can't imagine working somewhere with such a strict timetable."

"Well, your train does make its own tracks, Naomi-chan, we have to share with lots of other trains and some of them are so inconsiderate if you're even a little bit late."

"Right, I guess that's true." Naomi makes a face and then rises up on her toes to kiss the side of Wagon's heart-shaped faceplate one more time. "I'd say call me, but half the time we're in places that don't even have signal."

"I'll text you, then you can get them all at once when you do have signal. Here," and Wagon's arm wraps around Naomi's waist, "let's take one selfie, for the line."

--and then, of course, they lose five more minutes playing with filters and stickers and picture effects, until Conductor has to cough very loudly to get Wagon's attention so that they can get to the next station on time.

Naomi's phone pings right after the Rainbow Line pulls out of the station, and she opens it, saves the selfie, and makes it her phone background.

"So. Ah."

She whirls on Urataros with a dangerous squint. "Yes, Ura?"

Urataros rears back very slightly. "Could I possibly borrow one of your new novels to read?"

"Oh! Yeah, sure, absolutely, Wagon always picks up really fun ones, you want yuri or a BL or something straight?"

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Best Animators of Each Part of God Games.

Father! God King! Rarely do I ask for favors!

Yeah you mentally just sung the rest didn't you? In a musical that tells the story of Odysseus and his journey home with banger after banger of a song, one would think a brief detour into Athena convincing Zeus and 5 other Olympians to release Odysseus from Calypso's Hell away from Home wouldn't be so popular, yet here we are.

It's considered an Epic Fan Artists version of going to Mecca to do the animatic or at least have designs for the Gods participating in it and it kind of makes me wish that it was a full saga rather than just one song.

But the one thing about God Games basically being Athena duetting with 6 different Gods is that it gives us so many unique takes on each character and I'm going to list which one does each part the best. Some picks you'll see coming a mile away, others will surprise you but hopefully we all have fun.

Zeus (Intro) Tama: There's a part of me that's telling that this is cheating since it technically doesn't have Athena's full intro but the more I try to make excuses or find something better to take it's spot the more apparent it becomes that...yeah this one has the best intro.

This one has a well animated Zeus being surprisingly chill before it transitions to Zeus giving Hermes letters to all the participants with standout moments being Apollo defensive over his lyre, Hephaestus's blade legs, Hermes trying to put the mack on Aphrodite who isn't buying any of it, Ares taking offense to said offer and throwing him to Hera to deliver the final invitation...who is next to Zeus before it capstones with every God accepting the challenge and Athena pulling her spear out of a clock.

All in all it for a version that uses the older version of the song I'm very impressed with the intro and deeply wish I saw more from this animator.

Apollo (Neal Illustrator): Oh look Neal's here already? It was really between Neal's Apollo and Hera and while it was close...their Apollo won. I've written several misgivings about how Apollo, the God of Music, fails to go harder on his verse than Ares but if Apollo can't be bothered to bring either his A-Game or a compelling argument he could at least bring his bow.

And bring his bow he does, in the glorious stylings of Neal he makes up for his lackluster lyrics with a very sweet fight scene with musical notes as arrows causing Athena to deflect them smoothly before charging up a Super Light Arrow to fire to which Athena slices it in twain before convincing Apollo who gives a cheeky smile before approving of Ody's release.

Really Neal's part here is because of the fight scene and Neal's character design but unlike some Gods, sometimes that's enough.

Hephaestus (AnniFlamma): Another obvious pick here already? Hmm. Anyway Anni's Hephy, in addition to looking like one of the best looking Hephaestus's that actually give him a surprising amount of aura and presence, won me over by virtue of it having Athena do something beyond argue with him as he forges.

She actually helps him forge is sword while arguing that Ody can "still build a future with those who miss him" which is something that's kind of understated and powerful to me. Still, glad that Anni got on this list and that their Hephy made a powerful impression.

Aphrodite (Quadruplebacon): This is the primary reason I made this list. While I've went into detail on how the next entry won my heart and stuck with me. This one manages to surprise and wow me in ways that are simple yet...so Aphrodite.

First off, Aphrodite looks gorgeous which...isn't a surprise but the pink haired, full figured look works, second off the idea of Aphrodite's part in God Games being a dating sim is so inspired that I can't believe no one else thought of it.

Unfortunately for Athena however she sucks at dating sims which causes her to say the wrong thing to win Aphrodite's approval which causes her to leave triggering a game over.

Until...she uses "Quick Thought" (aka Pausing the Game to reload an old save which is...just ingenious) to get Aphrodite to "reconsider this" unfortunately for her, Ares finds that trick to be annoying and glitches her out Doki Doki Literature style before presumably bringing her into a fighting game.

I never would've expected something from Tiktok to surprise me like that but they're the reason this list got made...now let's go to why this list almost didn't get made.

Ares (SixofClover): I've talked at length at how amazing this animatic is. I've talked about how it's one of the few animatic that showcases Ares as a martial equal to Athena with him getting the edge when affected by Aphrodite's forced empathy wave, the swipe to extinguish the Six torches, Athena being able to rally but not get Ares's ichor in a straight up fight and win the grizzly token Ares demands for his approval, her then striking Aphrodite causing Ares to intercept Athena's spear but still not getting that token until Aphrodite hugs him from behind to let him know he can surrender their tokens, and the final moment of Ares taking Aphrodite's ear ring covered in his ichor and giving it to Athena's owl before they hug.

It's something that is so precious, so well executed and animated that I deeply wish that Six would do the rest or more Epic the Musical songs...but I suppose when you do one part so well you don't need to do more so props off to this animatic who's only downside is it was so good this list almost didn't get made.

Hera (Isabonny): Spring boarding off the idea of individual animators doing each part of God Games, this idea clearly paid dividends when it came to giving each of the Gods chance to properly pop and shine. And while each one (except for Ares and Aphrodite) has a chance to be on this list, Isabonny's Hera sticks out for me in a great way.

She looks gorgeous, which is something that is required when designing Hera and Aphrodite, her back up choir singers give her proper presences, seeing Athena bring up the Trojan Horse, Odysseus's War Speeches, and his sense of humor is something that is hilarious as it is snappy.

What is also well welcome is seeing Zeus's reaction to "Never once has he cheated on his wife" which is...damn I've rarely ever seen that. All in all, all of the animators brought their A-Game but Isabonny's Hera is the MVP in this collab.

Zeus (Outro) (gigi ): Alright I've saved the best...or one of the best, animators for last and gigi needed to be on here, and their Hera was close as was an argument to just group their intro and outro together. But their outro was amazing.

Seeing Zeus's pure look of rage as he shattered his throne, Ares shielding Aphrodite, the Thunder Bolt being Zeus's Eagle, the flashback of Athena meeting little Telemachus. All of it is great.

But what sticks out to me is Athena's super form where she deftly dodges Zeus's thunder as a glorious owl/goddess thing before being struck down one last time before giving one last plead before Zeus catches her.

All in all couldn't have asked for a better closer.

Alright that takes care of everyone, if anyone has any suggestions for replacements, let me know!

[heyybaejjk]

SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI ! - CHAPTER 8

pairings; teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

summary; jealousy, jealousy.

warnings/notes; before some people give me shit because of Gabriel, I haven't read any of the comics, all the characters are straight up OOC 😓Miguel's mother's name is Conchata 😝 proofread? nope!

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A loving hand had rubbed Miguel's shoulder, easing away his worries. His mind raced with thoughts that had kept him awake the night before.

"You okay, mijo?"

"Yeah, just excited I guess, mama," Miguel gave his mother a tight smile.

Conchata and her son had waited for the text from the new addition to their house to pick them up. Overloaded with excitement, Miguel's mother had cleaned and left everything spotless.

Miguel loved his room. An isolated space for himself only where he barricaded himself with books, notes, and a laptop screen that was brighter than the eye bags he had gained from late-night studying. With a new body moving into the room next to his, the strong bass of songs that held the meaning of violence was going to be blasting through the walls. That was something Miguel was going to have to get used to.

The O'Hara household is always quiet, or just not loud enough for neighbors to hear anything else, other than the occasional bursts of music every few weekends when Conchata wanted to deep clean every single layer of their house. Miguel liked it either way, but Miguel also knew his brother. They were two opposites. One wanted sound, the other wanted silence. And he knew he was going to dread every moment with Gabriel.

There's a knock at the door and Conchata is the first one to speed run to the door with a bounce in her steps, opening up the door and squealing at the sight of her second born son, "Baby! You said you were going to call us to pick you up from the station!"

The soft laughter of the older woman fills the doorway just as Miguel makes his way there. Leaned up against a wall with his arms crossed against his hard chest.

He internally sighs when he sees his mother nodding her head towards his younger brother, signaling him to speak.

Miguel finally sees Gabriel after what feels like years. 6 years to be exact unless you want to count the number of video calls Conchata would have every few days and the only one family reunion that was held 2 years ago.

Gabriel stood at an impressive 6'3, Miguel could only guess. His disheveled hair hinted at exhaustion from the long train journey home. Like Miguel, his hair had a slight curl, but his eyes were a warm honey brown, in contrast to Miguel's dark red ones. He had his significant goggles and scarf that enhanced his sharp features.

Miguel walks forward, his form towering over Gabriel.

"You've gotten.. taller," the older boy shrugs, scratching the back of his head.

Gabriel, who gave Miguel a tight-lipped smile while looking him up and down had raised his eyebrows in acknowledgement. "Uh, yeah. How you been?"

Conchata looks back and forth between her two sons, smiling happily at them at least trying to talk.

"Great," Miguel says dryly. He doesn't bother to ask how his brother is back.

"..Okay," Conchata intervenes. "Well! It's time to come inside, mi príncipe!" [my prince] she sings. Grabbing Gabriel by the hand, she led him into the house, leaving Miguel to bring in the suitcase his brother had brought. There were multiple heavy suitcases.

After a long afternoon of continuously explaining the rules of the most boring board games that Miguel had bought for his mother (which she surprisingly found amusing), and a few more hours of smoke filling every corner of the kitchen due to Miguel's poor baking skills, the three of them were left hungry. The forced proximity between the two teenagers was excruciating to say the least. They lasted until night had come, now all they had to do was last until one of them moved out after high school.

A squeal echoed throughout the house as Conchata rushed here and there in her kitchen in desperation to make her kids dinner, "Oh, I am so happy to see my boys together!"

"Mama," Miguel comes up from behind his mother, a hand on her shoulder to slow her down, "You can sit down, I'll cook instead."

"No! No! Go hang out with your brother!" She stubbornly says, looking around everywhere on her kitchen counter while waving a newspaper around to fan out the remaining smoke in the part of the house.

"Plus, your baking shows how much you can't cook, bebito."

Miguel chuckles softly.

"Oh, actually, can you drive down to the store? I forgot a few things.." hands behind her back as she gives her son a nervous smile.

Miguel doesn't hesitate to take the keys that were on the counter before heading towards the door, but his mother calls out, "And take your brother! Show him around while you're at it!"

Not only did Miguel have to drive around in a car illegally, with no license and all; but he also had to endure the time that was going painfully slow for him, in a car with an unbearably big idiot.

"So, mum just lets you drive like you've got your paper on you?" Gabriel had asked, a smirk wasn't seen by Miguel, but with the tone in his voice, he knows.

Gabriel sat in the passenger seat, legs spread as far as they could with himself leaning back comfortably.

"Yeah," he says, saying nothing else that would lead to a full conversation between the two.

Finally finding a parking spot, he turns his head to reverse, his hand holding onto Gabriel's headrest as Gabriel looks out his window to ignore how physically close Miguel was to him.

He raises a brow at a figure making their way to the automatic opening doors of the mall.

Gabriel grins as his eyes travel down the backside of the figure, "Pretty girl, fat ass," he turns to Miguel, "She go to our school?"

Our. Miguel is reminded of the reality he was settled in, the thought of being under the same roof with Gabriel was already mortifying. He couldn't imagine what school would be like. He rolls his eyes internally at the remembrance. "Can you go one day without sexualizing another girl?" he looks out of his window to see who Gabriel was gesturing to (mainly to shut him up) before the figure could make their way inside the shopping center.

Fuck, he missed them.

He watches as the figure makes their way inside the mall, wearing a long pair of pants with a thick, tied-up bun on their head. It was fucking boiling outside despite it being the darkest time of the night, and the figure wore everything long. Long grey pants and a black long-sleeved shirt.

"Damn.." he hears Gabriel whisper.

Miguel waves his hand, "Hey, hey, eyes off," his jaw clenches as he exits the car.

He makes his way across the road and to the sliding doors, turning around to see Gabriel making his way as well.

Aisle after aisle, Miguel rubbed the back of his neck while biting back a yawn. The list of things his mother had sent him halfway through the drive to the mall was supposed to be the smallest thing ever. The boy had seemed to forget how slow she can often be.

"Gabriel, grab the milk," he says loud enough for the boy behind him to hear. "And whatever else you want to snack on in your room."

Upon not hearing a small okay, Miguel stops pushing his trolley and turns around to see his brother nowhere to be found.

"For fuck's sake," he groans.

He finds himself walking through every single aisle, yet every single aisle was empty. No brown-haired boy to be sighted.

Miguel pushes his trolley begrudgingly through the frozen aisle, now stopping as he sees Gabriel's back. The black singlet he wore showed off exactly what he intended to show off. Arms flexing so subtly to whoever he was showing off to. His hand propping himself against a freezer door, head bowed down as it's slightly tilted, his height did just the trick. Gabriel's low chuckle can be heard.

Dismissing his trolley a few meters behind Gabriel, he walks up to the adolescent and taps his shoulder.

Miguel feels a migraine at his brother's dismissive behavior when he ignores his signals, a hand waving him off discreetly.

He finally tugs on his shoulder, pulling him back harshly. Gabriel is taken aback, "Ay, Miguel, I'm talking to someone," he shoots a glare to the taller boy. His eyes don't miss the way Miguel looks behind to the individual he was conversing with.

Miguel's eyebrows furrow, "Manaia?"

The mentioned girl peeks her head out from behind the younger O'Hara, "Miguel?"

Realization settles in and she waves at him, "Oh, it is you! Hi!" Soft, plump lips form into a gentle smile, the ball of her vertical lip piercing shining brighter than the gloss on her lips.

The two still hadn't spoken. Well, properly. Manaia was always the first to say hi to Miguel, despite him wanting to engage more with her like they did before.

Her fatigued state had seemed to die down every once in a while when Miguel walked pass her. She held the same smile he adorned from afar, the eyebags she thought that burdened her beauty were finally gone. But Miguel thought she looked beautiful as always.

Miguel is pulled back to reality when Gabriel lets out a feigned cough.

"You two know each other?" Miguel asks, arms crossed against his chest.

Manaia is caught gawking at the sight in front of her, rather the one who stood taller with a stern look on his face. Her palms grow sweaty, "Well, I'm guessing this is the younger brother you told me about, Miguel," Manaia says.

"Gabriel here just came over and helped me grab something from one of the shelves, and then he introduced himself," she continues with a shy smile on her face. "I knew he looked familiar! I asked if he was your brother and he said yes."

Gabriel sends Miguel a wink knowing Manaia couldn't see.

"Right, well... It was nice seeing you, Manaia, but my brother and I have to get going," Miguel grumbled, not wanting Manaia to further see his distress.

He walks off, expecting Gabriel to follow behind. "Gabriel, let's go," he commands.

Gabriel is seen bending slightly down to Manaia's height before making his way over to him, he sees Manaia's flustered state and his jaw clenches.

Miguel had finally gotten home, his muscular arms flexed as he held onto all four bags, "Open the fucking door already, Gabriel," he hissed at the Gabriel, who fiddled with the keys in his hands. A secret smirk on his face, "Haven't been back at this house in years, I seemed to forget which key it is."

Miguel grunted, "Probably the key with the spider looking logo on it, maybe? Hurry the fuck up-"

The door swings open and Conchata is seen holding up a pan high above her head, "Who the hell! Oh-" she gives a nervous smile, "My babies, you took so long, come in, come in."

Dropping all the grocery bags onto the kitchen counter, Miguel storms off to his room. Not wanting to upset his mother, he closes his bedroom door softly before flipping off everything that existed in his room.

"Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!" he whisper-shouted to himself. He had spent less than 24 hours with Gabriel and he resented his presence already. Flopping onto his bed, he calmed himself down before pulling out his phone.

mahi_sniffer: i miss my ex

aluaigioukae: go sleep cunt omg

mahi_sniffer: suck my dick u dog

aluaigioukae: tell that to ur girlf

aluaigioukae: oh wait...

bololicker: HAHAHAHA

mahi_sniffer: im not gonna let myself be laughed at my someone named David.

bololicker: ur such a dry cunt

mahi_sniffer: so is ur mum

mahi_sniffer: i miss miguellllllllllllllllllllllllll

mahi_sniffer: @M.Ohara_99 where are u tetti

M.Ohara_099: Good evening, I was busy today. I apologise for not being as active as I wished to be

mahi_sniffer: MIGGUUEEELLLLLLLLLLLL

mahi_sniffer: aw mate where u been

aluaigioukae: hey miggs

bololicker: hi miguelllllllllllll

mahi_sniffer: guys naia asked to be added in the gc

aluaigioukae: SHE GOT HER SOCIALS BACK???

mahi_sniffer: hmm well if she asked

mahi_sniffer: do you think she did??

aluaigioukae: fuck u

mahi_sniffer: im only for miguel g

M.Ohara_99: She will be able to see the previous chats?

bololicker: nah nah she won't

mahi_sniffer: idek why we never added her before

[ mahi_sniffer has added manaiafepuleai to pussy eatersssss ! ]

manaiafepuleai: how come i'm only added now 😞 yall be talkin abt me??

mahi_sniffer: yeah mad shit

aluaigioukae: hey naiaaa

manaiafepuleai: hi kiuga 😊

Miguel finds himself imagining how'd Manaia would say it within real time. Grinning at the thought of her giving everyone a small smile as she greets herself. He then pauses.

manaiafepuleai: hi miguel, it was nice to say hi to you before :DD

bololicker: when was this??

manaiafepuleai: i saw him at the shops an hour ago :) i was the first to meet his brother 🤭

M.Ohara_99: yeah

mahi_sniffer: interesting interesting

mahi_sniffer: @aluaigioukae @bololicker an opportunity is what i see right here boys.

M.Ohara_99: what?

manaiafepuleai: what?

aluaigioukae: oh i get you sione 😉

bololicker: huh

mahi_sniffer: omg david fucking read the room rn cunt

bololicker: oh

bololicker: ohhhhh

bololicker: HA yeah yeah

mahi_sniffer: yeah he doesnt get it ☠️

aluaigioukae: dumb cunt

manaiafepuleai: miguel and i wanna know whats up too 😞 cmonnnn

mahi_sniffer: wdym?

mahi_sniffer: nothings goin on here mateee

aluaigioukae: sooo

aluaigoukae: you met miggs brother?

manaiafepuleai: i did yesss

M.Ohara_99: Kiuga.

aluaigioukae: shh

aluaigioukae: @manaiafepuleai so whatd you think of him?? he cute ??

manaiafepuleai: i mean he was cuter than i anticipated from before, but hes very talkative and engaging! he came up to me and helped me get something from one of the shelves

mahi_sniffer: right..

mahi_sniffer: and how does that make you feel miguel?? 😄😄

Sione and David wait for their mutual friend's response, unknowingly they both snicker behind their screens as Miguel's typing bubble appears on and off.

M.Ohara_99: I don't know, glad you're befriending my brother

M.Ohara_99: Have his profile while you're at it. @gabrielohara1 I'm sure he'll be happy to follow you back. I'm off to sleep.

mahi_sniffer: what in the fail

The school library was free to any student who wished to come earlier than classes would start. But the one and only librarian was close to making exceptions for a few others.

"Wow, thank you so fucking much, Sione, really."

"If I tell you to run, then you RUN, stupid Tongan."

"Guys, people are looking, put your voices down."

"HEY, WOAH, WOAH, GUYS, IT WASN'T EVEN MY FAULT."

The shouts of four Polynesians echoed throughout the library. It was way too early for anyone else to be dealing with their nonsense in the morning.

"Sione, this is why I hate playing Roblox with you," Kiuga rubbed his face, head thrown back as he complained for the fifth time that morning.

"It wasn't even my fault. Manaia was in my way!" Sione retorted.

Manaia gasped at the accusation, "It's just a game!"

"We lost to a big-headed Shrek chasing us because of you!" David added to Kiuga's yelling.

Manaia let out a chuckle before she packed up her school laptop when she saw the time ticking closer to the bell ringing. Sione looked over at the library door, his mouth agape, and he elbowed Kiuga, who was busy retrying the same round he had died in. "Oi, look," he whispered.

This caught the attention of all three teenagers. David was the first to look over to where Sione signaled.

Walking towards the group of four, Miguel had his hands in his pockets before stopping right in front of everyone. "Good morning, everyone," he nodded his head backward. "This is my brother, Gabriel. He was supposed to start next week, but I don't know everything, I guess."

There, behind Miguel, stood Gabriel O'Hara, the only person Sione found himself gawking at. And maybe David. As well as Kiuga.

Manaia was the first to stand up, fixing her skirt and giving Miguel a smile before making her way over to Gabriel, who gave her a wink.

His bag hung on one shoulder, his other arm free. The uniform sat comfortably tight on his skin. He wore a scarf around his neck, rightfully so as it was freezing outside. He noticed goosebumps along Manaia's neck. He unwrapped his scarf and gestured the warm fluff in his hand to her.

"Hi, Gabriel," Manaia said, taking the scarf from him and wrapping it around her neck.

Manaia looked effortlessly beautiful, just like always.

"Hey, Naia. Thanks for texting me last night; I wouldn't have been as prepared for my first day if it weren't for you," Gabriel taunted loud enough for another to hear.

He grinned when he saw dark red eyes piercing his honey brown ones.

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[harukamitsuki]

i really resonate with your opinions about lance and the fandom surrounding him, but you really kill it any time you say some shit like "i wonder if people would treat him the same if he was white"

they 100% would. this is tumblr, bro. most blorbos are white. just look at the previous main three shows, superwholock. lance being cuban has nothing to do with him being treated the way fandom treats him. he is just, like you said, an everyday man who's easy to project on.

another critique i personally have of voltron is that while everyone's skin tone and background is varied, they all have always felt white to me. they have no cultural identity in the show. was hunk's samoan background ever even named or did we just get that from a book or a tweet? i feel like viewers shouldn't have to use outside material to complete the story in front of them.

the fact that we never got that in the actual writing of the show really pissed me off. and this is as someone who's latino. lance has always felt incredibly white to me because the writers spent no fucking time adding any cultural elements into is character. even if he was a no sabo kid incredibly distant from his culture due to growing up at a boarding school, that would still be something. idk if we ever got anything about him being cuban in the show.

part of the writer's inability to write complex characters is also their inability to write poc.

i think this is also why lance works as an everyday man.

my point is that lance would still be very loved if he was white. he's not getting any extra love bc he's cuban. honestly, i feel like his cuban identity just means fanfic writers get to use google translate for shitty spanish lines that make no sense for the story and to occasionally fetishize him. they put no actual effort into understanding his cuban background. and why would they? the writers of voltron never bothered to.

Yeah, no, I get that. Lance is very white, but because his skin isn't and he's canonically Cuban, people tend to forget that? Luz from the Owl House is 100% latina and it feels like she is. Because she speaks spanish and her mother speaks spanish to her. It doesn't have to be in-your-face, but it would have been nice to hear the POC characters mumble their home language under their breaths, or to speak idioms the other don't know because it's not a universal thing.

For example, everyone knows 'don't bite off more than you can chew', but it's 'the one that embrace a lot, cannot keep it together'. They mean the same thing, but it would have been nice for Lance to just come out with that and everyone is confused until he explains.

Or Hunk calling his parents 'tina' and 'tama', meaning mom and dad respectively. It would have been nice if he made dishes inspired by Samoan culture, such as koko alaisa, or something.

If there was just one scene where one of them struggled to find a word in English, I would have been a lot more convinced that they're POC. Just one scene where someone is all 'oh, what was the word. you know? that thing! the thing, you know!'. Just one short scene.

Or, like, a culture clash? As in, they compare something on an alien planet with something common in their homeland and the others are just like 'what? That isn't normal.' And it just delves into a conversation about what is normal in the US but weird in their home countries.

There's just so much that Voltron could have done, but it doesn't which is a massive shame.