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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Congrats on baby Uso!Trinity and Big Jim.🫶🫶🫶

[wwestrang-fan]

I'm not new to the Predator or Alien franchises, but it's been a while since I watched them because my mom switched to Fire TV sticks and got rid of cable. However, I've rewatched all the Predator movies recently, and I'm planning to rewatch the Alien films now since a new Predator is coming soon, and the new Alien show has just been released. But I've noticed that many people aren't fans of the Alien vs. Predator movies, and I'm curious to know why. I haven't watched the entire series myself I've only seen some scenes and I’d love to hear your opinions on the Alien vs. Predator films in the comments.

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I ain't even seen the video and don't care tbh Josh is 40 in 2 week and Tiana is 26 idgaf what they got going on cuz they GROWN, as long as the kids alright who tf cares, and don't call people out their name jey not married he said it himself in an interview a while ago y'all chill tf out please cuz alot of you muskrats got baby daddies who avoid y'all like the plague so stfu,

I keep telling yall you dont control nothing in these people lives and to hate or disrespect anyone is crazy to me, when yall out writing fanfiction putting yourself with them so how is that okay but them being happy in their own lives not??? Like are you crazy? Twitter is a lost cost always has been so im not surprised about that but have some human decency if that boy is finally happy then let him be happy idgaf how you feel personally cuz you personally dont do shit for these people so chill out you still a,fan and still irrelevant 😂 go watch cartoons or something 🤷🏾‍♀️💀

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I ordered a one piece phone case but It doesn't fit my phone and I can't get my money back so I'm selling it. If any one piece fan that has a Google Pixel 6 phone let me know in the comments.

This is the phone case

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TKO IS THE REAL BEAST INCARNATE (DUB RANT)

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I saw a post about boycotting smackdown because Brock returned and I thought we should do that but really that's the only reason. I'm not here getting on the Brock and vince case but tko is ruining WWE they are monkey hungry and that is it. When r truth got released what did fans do we got him back Tko is going to keep raising the price until we stop giving it to them. Jey lost his title I was done I have been watching live stream of these YouTubers Dub and Ross there YouTube channel InTheClutch Ent I only started watching raw again because of Roman reigns this is just a rant but WWE is going to keep getting worse if we don't stop enabling Tko.

Ps if any WWE wrestlers (mostly Roman Reigns, Rhea Ripley,Damian Priest,Jey Uso, jimmy Uso,Samijey Zayn) have a secret tumbler account and see this tell your boss to get his shit together.

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Roman baby imma need you to call Jon like now like right now.

Like either we get Roman reigns vs Seth rollins or Roman reigns cm punk and la knight vs Seth rollins bron breakker and bronson reed

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Something different pt 9

jey uso x oc reader

warning : a little bit of angst insecurity bit of age gap scars

Jey and Lola strolled down the narrow aisle of the airplane, the hum of chatter and the buzz of engines surrounding them. Jey glanced sideways at Lola, her long legs gracefully striding beside him, and he couldn't help but smile.

"Where are we sitting again?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"We're in first class" He said grandly to the plush seats that looked way more inviting than the cramped coach section.

Lola's eyes widened in surprise. "Seriously? No way! You didn’t have to do that!"

Jey shrugged, his grin widening. "I know how tall you are; those regular seats are basically torture for you. I thought it was time to spoil you a little."

She chuckled, shaking her head. "Well, I won't argue with that. This is definitely a step up from my usual flights."

Jey winked. "Just wait until you see the food.

Lola laughed, the excitement in her eyes matching his. "that sounds nice.

As they reached their seats, Lola plopped down into the cushy chair, sinking into the comfort with a content sigh. Jey settled next to her, feeling like a winner for making her day just a little sweeter.

As the plane touched down in Italy, a wave of excitement surged through Jey. Through the window, he could see the sprawling vineyards and picturesque landscapes that made this country so enchanting. Lola, sitting next to him, bounced with enthusiasm, her eyes gleaming as they prepared to step into a new adventure.

“Jey, we’re really here!” she exclaimed, her voice barely containing her excitement.

“Welcome to Italy” he grinned, unable to keep his own enthusiasm in check.

Once they disembarked and collected their luggage, Jey led Lola through the bustling airport, the sounds of eager travelers and announcements echoing around them. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods wafted through the air, making Lola’s mouth water.

As they stepped outside, Jey waved down a taxi. The warm breeze enveloped them, carrying the rich and inviting scents of the city. The cab ride to their hotel was filled with laughter and chatter as they pointed out the sights that flashed by, each landmark sparking endless conversation.

Once they arrived at the hotel, a charming little place nestled between cobblestone streets adorned with vibrant flowers, Jey smiled proudly as he opened the door for Lola. “Welcome to your home for the next few days!”

She stepped inside, taking it all in: the rustic decor, the exposed brick walls, and the soft, ambient lighting that created an inviting atmosphere. “It’s beautiful, Jey.”

“I'm glad you like it now, go freshen up. I want to take you somewhere real quick.”

Lola nodded and dashed to the room they’d been assigned, while Jey settled in for a moment, admiring her enthusiasm. He quickly checked his phone and reminded himself about his tight schedule.

After a short while, Lola emerged, her hair cascading down in soft waves and an eager smile on her face. “Okay, I’m ready?”

“Trust me; you’re going to love it.” He took her hand and led her down the vibrant streets of the city. They navigated through the winding alleys, surrounded by the sounds of laughter and people enjoying gelato at the nearby stalls.

As they walked, Jey pointed out various cafes and shops, teasing Lola about the best places to grab authentic Italian pizza. They finally arrived at their destination: a small, quaint viewpoint overlooking the stunning cityscape, framed by the distant hills and the setting sun painting the sky in hues of orange and pink.

“Wow, Jey! This is incredible,” Lola breathed, taking in the breathtaking panorama. She stepped closer to the edge, marveling at the beauty surrounding them.

“I thought you’d like it,” he said, stepping beside her. “This is my favorite spot in the city. I wanted to share it with you.”

Lola turned to him, her expression softening. “You’re really sweet, you know that?”

“I try,” he chuckled. “It’s not every day I get to explore Italy with someone as amazing as you.”

As the sun dipped lower, casting a golden glow over the city as they enjoyed the view and laughter.

“I should be heading to the arena soon… I’ve got a WWE event tonight, and I won’t be able to return until later. I really wanted to spend more time, but I won’t be gone long.”

Lola processed his words, then nodded slowly, trying to mask her disappointment with understanding. “I get it, Jey. It’s your job, after all. I’m just glad we got this moment together.”

“Yeah, I hate that I have to leave you, but promise me you’ll explore the city while I’m gone,” he urged.

“I will I have a whole list of places I want to see,” she reassured him, her spirit lifted again.

Jey brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, gazing into her eyes. “Good. And when I get back, we’ll have even more adventures together. Just you wait.”

With a shared smile, they shared one more moment at the viewpoint, savoring every second before Jey had to reluctantly pull away, ready to fulfill his commitment.

The bustling sounds of the arena echo in the background as Jey stands in front of his locker, lacing up his boots. Sami walks into the locker room.

"Hey, Jey! I didn't know you flew to Italy by yourself! I thought we were sharing a room," Sami said.

"Oh, you know... just needed some chill time," Jey said.

Sami leans against the nearby bench, arms crossed, eyebrow raised.

"Quiet time? You? What's up with that?" Sami asked.

Damian jumped in, "Why aren't you sharing a room with Sami? Didn't you guys plan on that?"

Jey feels the heat creeping up his neck. He shifts slightly, forcing nonchalance.

Just... uh, needed some space. You know how it gets. Jey said

Sami squints a bit, clearly interested. Space, huh? Are you keeping something from me?

Jey’s heart races. The last thing he wants to do is reveal that he brought Lola with him.

"Nah, I'm not," Jey replied.

Okay, whatever you say man, Damian said. As they got ready to leave, the three of them shared a moment of camaraderie, with the busy locker room fading away while they focused on the show ahead.

Jey pushed open the door to their hotel room, the cool air from the balcony gently flowing in. He dropped his backpack on the floor, the excitement buzzing in his veins. Lola was sitting at the vanity, her curls cascading down as she touched up her hair.

“Hey, gorgeous!” Jey called out, a grin spreading across his face. “Are you ready to go?”

Lola looked up, almost I’m trying to decide between these two outfits,” she said, holding up a chic red dress on one side and a flowy white sundress on the other.

“Both look amazing, but that red one is perfect for tonight. It’ll match the sunset beautifully,” he suggested.

“Good call!” Lola replied, quickly changing into the red dress. She twirled around, the fabric flowing elegantly. “How do I look?”

“Like a dream,” Jey commented, his heart skipped a beat.

Once they were both ready, they grabbed their essentials—phone, camera, and a small bottle of sunscreen. Jey confidently led Lola out of the hotel, a plan etched in his mind.

As they stepped onto the bustling streets of Rome, Jey took a deep breath, relishing the mix of local aromas—fresh pasta, roasted coffee, and sweet pastries wafted by. He took Lola’s hand, intertwining their fingers, and guided her through the lively streets.

“First stop, the Trastevere neighborhood,” Jey said. “It’s cozy and filled with charm.”

Lola’s slimed as they meandered through narrow cobblestone lanes adorned with vibrant flowers and twinkling fairy lights. Restaurants spilled onto the sidewalks, laughter and the clinking of glasses filling the air. They finally settled at a small, romantic trattoria.

Over plates of homemade pasta and glasses of rich red wine, they indulged in hearty laughter and light-hearted teasing. Jey stole glances at Lola, her face lit up with joy, as they swapped stories about their travels and dreams.

“Let's go to the Tiber River,” Jey announced, standing up and helping Lola with her coat. They strolled hand in hand along the riverbank, mesmerized by the reflection of golden lights dancing on the water's surface.

“Look at that!” Lola exclaimed, pointing to a small wooden bridge up ahead. “It’s so pretty!”

“I thought you’d like it,” Jey replied, leading her onto the bridge. At its center, they paused, the cityscape unfolding behind them like a beautiful postcard.

As the sun began its descent, casting a warm glow across the skyline, Jey pulled a small digital camera from his bag. “Let’s capture this moment,” he said, positioning himself and Lola for a picture. He set the camera on a timer and rushed back to her side just in time for the click. Both of them burst into laughter, the moment forever cemented in pixels.

With the light fading, Jey had one last surprise: he took her to the top of Gianicolo Hill. They climbed a winding path, sharing stories and teasing each other about who could walk faster.

Once at the top, they were greeted by an incredible view of the city—a sea of twinkling lights stretched beneath them, with the silhouette of St. Peter’s Basilica in the distance.

“Wow, Jey… this is breathtaking,” Lola breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, overwhelmed by the beauty before her.

Jey wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close. “I thought you’d love it. This place makes everything feel magical.”

They stood there in silence for a moment, soaking in the atmosphere—the sound of distant music and laughter floating on the breeze, the warmth of each other's presence.

“This is the best date ever,” Lola admitted, leaning into.

Feeling bold, Jey turned to her, a smirk on his face. “You haven’t even seen my next surprise yet.”

“Another surprise?” she questioned.

“Yup! Gelato to end the perfect evening!” he declared, making her giggle.

As they made their way back down, laughter filled the night air, and they both knew this was just the beginning of a romantic adventure that would be etched in their memories forever.

Jey and Lola strolled back to their hotel, the warm evening air wrapped around them, still resonating with the magic of the night. They chatted enthusiastically about their day, playful banter flowing easily between them.

Suddenly, Lola stopped in her tracks, a gasp escaping her lips. “Jey, look!” She pointed to a small alleyway off the main street. Curled up against a cobblestone wall was a Sphynx cat, its hairless body glistening under the streetlights.

“What a cutie!” Jey exclaimed, following her gaze. The cat looked up, its large ears perked and its eyes a striking shade of green, scanning the surroundings curiously.

“We should go say hi,” Lola suggested, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

As they approached, the Sphynx stood up, stretching its feline limbs with an adorable yawn. It meowed softly, as if welcoming them. Lola knelt down, extending a hand cautiously. The cat sniffed her fingers and then nuzzled against her palm, encouraging her touch.

“Oh my goodness, I think I’m in love!” Lola beamed, her heart melting. “Can we keep him, Jey? Please?”

Jey chuckled, shaking his head in amazement. “You want to keep a cat—that you found—in Italy? Where would we even start?”

“Look at him! He’s so friendly! And he needs a home! We could figure it out!” Lola argued, her eyes shining with determination.

Jey knelt beside her, inspecting the cat who was now purring softly against her arm. “I mean… we’d need food, a place for him to sleep, and what about the hotel rules?”

“Maybe we could ask the hotel staff if they allow pets?” Lola suggested, already brainstorming. “And if they don’t, we could find a nearby pet hotel! Plus, we could pick up some supplies from a pet shop!”

Jey couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. “Okay, that’s all well and good, but we have to think this through a bit more,” he replied, trying to keep a sense of practicality in their spontaneous decision.

“What about a name?” Lola asked, already envisioning their future together. “He looks like a little prince... I could call him 'Milo'!”

“Milo? I like it,” Jey grinned. “It suits him.”

Lola looked back at Milo, who was now playfully swatting at a falling leaf. “See? He’s already fitting in with our vibes!” she laughed, her heart swelling.

“But what if he’s lost?” Jey pondered, his logical side surfacing. “Maybe we should check for a collar or any signs of a family before we decide anything.”

Lola nodded, her expression sobering as she gently looked for a collar. “You’re right, we should make sure he’s taken care of,” she agreed, her voice softer now.

They searched for any tags but found none. The little cat seemed content, enveloped in their warmth. “Maybe he really needs us,” Jey suggested, scratching his head.

“I know it’s unconventional, but… what if we just take him back to the hotel for tonight?” Lola proposed, her excitement bubbling over once more. “We can keep him safe, then figure out what to do in the morning. What do you think?”

Jey sighed, weighing the idea but ultimately couldn’t resist her infectious energy. “Alright, but we have to be super careful and ask the staff first!”

“Deal!” Lola declared, her voice brightening. She scooped Milo into her arms, cradling him securely. “Let’s go, little buddy! You’re coming with us!”

As they made their way back to the hotel, the unexpected addition to their night transformed into an adventure of its own. The echo of laughter filled the air, and Jey felt the warmth of Lola’s joy radiate between them as they plotted their exciting yet uncertain future with their new furry friend.

As Jey and Lola entered their hotel room, Milo, nestled snugly in Lola's arms, looked around with curiosity. The soft light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow over the cozy space.

“Okay, little guy,” Lola whispered, gently laying Milo on the couch. The cat stretched out, his hairless skin basking in the warmth of the room. He blinked lazily at Lola before curling up into a tiny ball, purring softly.

Jey chuckled, watching the two with a smile. “He seems to be settling in just fine.”

Lola’s heart melted at the sight of Milo sleeping peacefully. “I think he likes us,” she said, glancing back at Jey. “Today was perfect, really. The food, the sights… and now finding Milo.”

Jey nodded, moving closer, the distance between them shrinking. “I had a great time too,” he replied, his eyes sparkling. “Especially with you. You always know how to make things fun.”

Lola felt a warm flush spread across her cheeks. “I just can’t believe we found him. It feels right, you know?” She looked down at Milo again, who was now dreaming softly, his little paws twitching.

“We’ll figure out what to do tomorrow,” Jey assured, a hint of excitement in his voice. “For now, how about we cuddle up in bed?”

Lola’s heart raced at the thought. She smiled, “That sounds great.”

As they settled into the larger-than-average hotel bed, Jey’s playful smile caught her attention. Without warning, he pulled her to him, shuffling her to his side. “Perfect,” he said, laughter dancing in his eyes.

Lola snuggles up against him not putting all her weight on him.

"honestly, I could get used to this.” Jey replied with a grin.

Lola let out a soft sigh, feeling the connection between them deepen. “Me too. It’s just… I’ve never really felt like this with anyone before.”

“Neither have I,” Jey confessed, his gaze steady on hers.

They both paused, laughter bubbling between them again. With the Sphynx cat peacefully sleeping nearby, they could simply enjoy the moment, lost in each other’s company.

“Let’s make sure we take care of Milo tomorrow,” Lola said softly, tracing her fingers gently along Jey’s arm, feeling content.

“Absolutely,” Jey said, his voice low and warm, as he pulled her even closer. “You and me, team Milo.”

In that quiet hotel room, filled with laughter and a sense of belonging, Jey and Lola cuddled together, the height difference forgotten, wrapped up in their shared adventure and newfound companionship, ready to tackle whatever came next with Milo by their side.

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My delusional ass waiting for Roman reigns vs Seth rollins for the title and Jon moxley to Roman.

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Someone NEEDS to write a fic with a na'vi reader. Like imagine if the reader is from the Omatikaya but gets kidnapped by humans, and they’re taking them back to earth but on the way the a yautja interferes because the humans also have a Xenomorph. Plz plz plz someone, anyone! I can’t be the only who’s tired of the basic weak human reader 🥹😭

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Behind the scenes pt 3

Roman Reigns x oc reader

warning : a bit of age gap, some angst, reader feeling insecure, (sorry it’s a little angst)

Roman walked into the fashion designer area of the arena, the scent of fabric and fresh thread wafting through the air. And was filled with sketches, vibrant fabrics, and the busy hum of sewing machines. He strolled deeper into the room, scanning the designs, when his eyes landed on Pudding, bent over her work table, focused intently on a pair of ring gear pants.

“Hey, Pudding!” he called out, a smile spreading across his face.

Her head shot up, and she beamed at him, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Roman! Just finishing up your gear.”

As he stepped closer, he noticed the meticulous details, and the way she effortlessly blended style with comfort. “Looks amazing.

“Thanks! I try to make it reflect your personality,” she replied, a hint of pride in her voice. “I think these pants are going to look great in the ring.”

Roman tilted his head, admiring her work. “And what about my gloves?”

“Right here!” Pudding lifted another piece from a nearby table, showcasing the gloves adorned with intricate designs.

“Perfect, I can’t wait to show them off,” he said, his tone playful. “

She blushed slightly, clearly pleased. As she rummaged through a nearby rack, she pulled out one of the new oct shirts and held it up. “And I’ve got your new oct shirt ready too. I think you’ll love the way it looks under the lights.”

Roman took the shirt from her hands, running his fingers over the vibrant fabric. “You’ve outdone yourself again, Pudding. He said sincerely.

Pudding smile. “I’m glad you like it! I just want you to feel your best in the ring.”

He stepped closer, eyes sparkling with gratitude. “With you behind my gear, I can’t lose.

She laughed, her shyness momentarily forgotten.

“I owe you dinner after this!”he said, winking at her.

“Oh, come on!” Pudding exclaimed, a playful smile dancing on her lips. “I'm just doing my job”

Roman grinned, “Well, you’re doing a great job!”

“Thanks!” Pudding replied.

“I’ve got to run, but I'll see you after the show,” Roman said as he made his way to his locker room.

Roman, Solo, Jey, Jimmy, Sami, and Paul they strolled through the backstage area of the arena, the vibe was relaxed yet buzzing with post-show energy. Paul, ever the busy man, suddenly pulled out his phone. "I gotta talk to Hunter. I’ll catch you guys later," he said with a quick wave, making his way toward Triple H.

Roman, Solo, Jey, Jimmy, and Sami—continued down the dimly lit corridor, where the sound of distant chatter and clanging equipment echoed. Jey broke the silence, glancing over at everyone, "Man, I’m starving."

Jimmy chimed in, "Same here."

“I saw this burger spot nearby that looked amazing,” Sami replied, his eyes lighting up with the thought of juicy patties and melted cheese.

"That sounds good," Jimmy nodded enthusiastically.

Jey grinned, "I could definitely go for a burger," and turned to Solo, who simply nodded in agreement.

As they reached their locker room, Jey turned to Roman. “What about you, Uso?”

Roman shrugged, grabbing his bag off the bench. “Nah, I’m just gonna head back to the hotel and call it a day. I’ll see y’all later,” he said, adjusting his shoulder bag.

With that, he made he walks out of the locker room and made his way toward the exit, leaving the others behind, still buzzing with plans for food.

Roman stepped outside, the cool night air hitting his face like a refreshing breeze. As he walked toward the parking lot, he spotted Pudding leaning against a wall, her head down as she fiddled with her phone.

“Hey, Pudding!” he called out, waving enthusiastically.

She looked up, her face lighting up at the sight of him. “Roman!” she replied, putting her phone away. “You were incredible tonight!”

“Thanks you,” he grinned. “Need a ride to the hotel?”

“I don’t want to impose. I can manage,” she replied, brushing off the offer, though her eyes sparkled with appreciation.

“Come on, it’s no trouble at all,” he insisted. “You’re not imposing. Let’s just go!”

With a reluctant smile, she nodded. “Okay, I guess I could use a lift.”

Roman smiled and grabbed Pudding’s bag and headed toward his car, a sleek black SUV parked nearby. He opened the passenger door, gesturing for Pudding to hop in.

As Pudding settled in, Roman tossed the bag in the backseat before sliding into the driver’s seat. “Comfortable?” he asked, already starting the engine, the hum of the car blending with the distant sounds of the lively city.

“Yeah,” Pudding replied, her voice above a whisper.

As they drove through the city, the atmosphere outside was electric, a mix of post-show energy and nighttime vibrancy. The streets were bathed in a warm glow from streetlights, casting long shadows over the pavement. Neon signs from nearby restaurants and bars flickered in bright colors, illuminating the sidewalks where people strolled, some still buzzing from the excitement of the event.

The car glided past bustling eateries with outdoor seating, where diners laughed and shared stories over clinking glasses and sizzling plates. The aroma of grilled meats and spices wafted through the open windows, teasing their appetites.

Conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter and stories from the night. Roman parked outside the hotel, turning off the engine and glancing over at Pudding as they stepped out.

“Thanks for the ride, it really helps,” she said, pushing up her glasses as they walked into the hotel lobby.

Once at the front desk, they took a moment to check in. The receptionist greeted them warmly, typing quickly into the computer as they provided their names. Roman leaned casually against the counter, flashing a charming smile while Pudding observed the elegant decor filled with plush seating and vibrant art.

“Here you go,” the receptionist said, handing over the room key cards. “Enjoy your stay!”

“Thanks!” Roman replied, taking the cards with a grin. They turned and made their way towards the elevator, Pudding’s excitement palpable as they approached the sleek glass doors.

Inside the elevator, the soft music played as Pudding pressed the button for her floor. They exchanged glances, comfortable silence settling around them. When the elevator chimed and stopped, she turned to Roman, gratitude shining in her eyes.

“Thank you again for the ride,” she said, her voice sincere.

“No problem, baby girl,” Roman replied with a playful smirk.

Pudding smiled back, her cheeks slightly flushed the elevator dinged, signaling her floor. Pudding stepped out, turning back to give him one last smile before walking down the hall. Roman watched her go, feeling a sense of camaraderie and warmth as the doors slid closed, leaving him with thoughts of the night ahead.

Pudding stepped into her hotel room, the door clicking softly behind her. The space was cozy, with a large bed draped in inviting linens, and a subtle scent of lavender wafting through the air. She set her bags down by the bed, letting out a small sigh of relief as she unzipped one to retrieve her pajamas.

After changing into her comfortable attire—a soft, oversized t-shirt and fluffy shorts—she felt instantly at ease. The first thing on her agenda was a shower. She made her way to the bathroom, the bright lights reflecting off the clean surfaces.

As the warm water cascaded over her, Pudding let her thoughts wander. The steam filled the room, blurring the mirrors as she lathered shampoo into her hair. Yet, no matter how hard she tried to focus on rinsing away the day, her mind kept drifting back to Roman.

His voice echoed in her ears, the way he had called her “baby girl” lingered like a melody. Why did he treat her with such kindness? He didn’t have to give her a ride, didn’t have to spend time with her when he could be doing something else. Pudding rinsed off the conditioner, still perplexed by his attention.

After the shower, she brushed her teeth and caught her reflection in the mirror. A hint of a blush crept onto her cheeks as she recalled Roman’s smile, the way he seemed genuinely interested in her thoughts. She shook her head, trying to dismiss the feelings swirling within her.

Climbing into bed, she settled under the soft blankets, but sleep eluded her. Pudding stared at the ceiling, her thoughts racing. She had never been in a relationship, let alone with someone older. It felt confusing yet strangely exciting. Why was she even thinking about him so much?

The clock ticked softly in the background as she turned onto her side, pulling the pillow closer. Every time she thought of Roman, she felt a flutter in her stomach and a hint of warmth in her chest. Pudding sighed, wishing for the thoughts to quiet, yet they only intensified, leaving her staring into the darkness of her hotel room, unable to shake the pull of his presence from her mind.

Roman stepped into his hotel room, the door clicking softly behind him as he tossed his bags onto the plush bed. The dim lighting cast a warm hue around the space, but his mind felt anything but settled. He grabbed his pajamas—a well-worn pair of sweatpants and a comfortable t-shirt—before making his way to the bathroom.

As the hot water poured down over him, the steam filled the small space, but Roman’s thoughts were clouded with memories of Pudding. Her laughter echoed in his ears, and he couldn’t shake the way she lit up when he called her “baby girl.” It felt easy with her, effortless in a way he hadn’t experienced in years. He closed his eyes, allowing the water to cascade over him, trying to wash away the confusion tugging at him.

After washing off the remnants of the day, he stood in front of the mirror, toothbrush in hand. As he brushed, he caught a glimpse of himself, there it was, a grey hair nestled in his beard. He paused, staring at it, a stark reminder of the age gap that loomed between him and Pudding. She was young, with dreams and ambitions that vibrated with life. The thought nagged at him; would she want someone older? Did he somehow look like a relic of days gone by, someone who should know better?

He finished brushing his teeth, a frown creasing his brow. As he climbed into bed, he felt the cool sheets contrast sharply with the heat rising in his chest. The silence of the room wrapped around him, but it couldn’t drown out his swirling thoughts. What was it about Pudding that drew him in so fiercely? He felt like a perv, spiraling into a whirlpool of unwanted emotion. The more he thought about her, the more it felt like he was crossing some invisible line.

Could he really be with someone younger? The age difference felt heavy, like a weight pressing down on him. He rolled onto his side, he grappled with those feelings. Pudding didn’t want someone older, did she? The idea that he might simply be a passing fancy crushed him even more.

With every moment that passed, the clock on the nightstand ticked, marking time, and Roman felt restless. No matter how much he tried to push her from his mind, Pudding was there, urging him to confront his emotions, challenging him to think about what could be. He could almost hear her voice, light and teasing, pulling him back into the possibilities. But could he really face the reality of it all?

As he lay in the dim light, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was at a crossroads—uncertainty lay ahead, wrapped in sweet laughter and youthful dreams, and he could only wonder if it was a path he could dare to take.

“Yeah, definitely,” she whispered, emboldened by his attention. His hands found their way to the base of her neck, gently working the muscles there.

“Just a bit more,” he said, leaning in closer, his breath brushing against her ear. Pudding shivered again, feeling the heat radiating from him. “You carry so much stress; you deserve to relax.”

With a final kneading motion, Roman’s fingers paused. In the quiet moment that followed, he met her gaze in the mirror once more. Their eyes locked, and the playful atmosphere shifted into something charged and electric. Pudding could see the softness in his expression, the way his lips curved into a tentative smile that sent butterflies dancing in her stomach.

Feeling emboldened, she leaned back slightly against him, savoring the heat of his body pressed against hers. Roman’s breath hitched, and he glanced down, momentarily lost in the proximity, their bodies perfectly aligned. The tension that had settled between them felt thick and tangible, a pull that neither could disregard.

“Pudding…” he murmured, and the way he said her name sent a thrill coursing through her. With her heart pounding, she turned slowly, fully facing him, the weight of the moment hanging in the air.

“Yeah,” she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

In the next instant, he leaned in, heart racing with a mix of anxiety and desire. Her breath caught as their lips brushed together, tentative at first, staying just soft enough to savor the moment. But as their connection deepened, he pressed forward, coaxing her into the kiss with a gentle warmth that set both their hearts ablaze.

It was as if the world around them melted away; the hotel bathroom faded into nothingness, leaving only the sweet pulse of their shared warmth, the softness of their lips, and the electricity that crackled between them.

Pudding’s hands found their way to his face, fingers tangling in his hair as she leaned into him, surrendering to the kiss. Roman's arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer as if they were meant to fit together like puzzle pieces. The moment stretched on, both breathing each other in, lost in the simple bliss of their connection.

With their lips moving in perfect harmony, the kiss deepened, painting their world in hues of passion and warmth. Roman could feel Pudding's heart racing against his chest; the intensity of the moment made him cherish their closeness.

As kisses turned into playful nibbles, Roman's instincts kicked in. Carefully, he wrapped his strong arms around her waist, lifting her effortlessly off the ground. Pudding gasped softly in surprise, her glasses slightly askew as she instinctively clung to him.

"Roman!" she squeaked, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson as she realized he was carrying her toward the bed. It was a combination of exhilaration and nervousness that coursed through her.

"Don't worry," he murmured, his tone warm and reassuring. "I’ve got you." The glimmer in his eyes was tender, inviting her to relax as he carefully placed her on the bed, ensuring she felt safe and comfortable.

Pudding’s heart raced, genuinely nervous as the reality of the moment set in. This was uncharted territory for her; this was her first time experiencing anything like this. A surge of shyness washed over her. Her eyes darted away, unable to hold his gaze for too long, her mind a whirl of thoughts.

Pudding looked up at him, her heart racing, a nervous smile creeping across her face. As Roman climbed on top of her and began kissing her neck, she suddenly stammered, “Roman! Wait—”

“What’s wrong?” Roman asked, concern filling his eyes.

“I... uh, I’ve never done this before,” Pudding admitted, looking away shyly.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Roman responded, glancing down at her. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” His tone was gentle and sincere.

“No,” Pudding said, meeting his gaze again. “I want to continue.”

“Are you really sure?” he asked softly, his brow furrowed with tenderness. He wanted to respect her feelings above all.

[wwestrang-fan]

"Sitting and typing about how you're disappointed at Roman/Joe won't change anything."

I don't think that's the point. No one is trying to change anything, no one is @ing him, posting and preaching about how he needs to change his mind.

Saying "I'm disappointed" in someone is just that. A statement of disappointment. You're not looking for any change or remorse, you're expressing your feelings and own opinion. (Joe can have his own opinions, but we can't?)

You are diverging the attention away from Joe (not calling him Roman bo Joe votes. Roman doesn't, he's a character, not real.) by adding a stupid lil call to action against Trump. Yeah no. Not gonna work on me.

“If you’re that upset do this instead” we’ve been doing it since before he was officially in office, please don’t pull no I Speak For The Trees bullshit. It’s highly non-decorum of you.

It's crazy how quick you're to assume it's Al when your favorite person says or does something controversial. How obsessed let alone delusional do you have to be to not be able to acknowledge let alone separate the TV personality from the real person? “It might be AI, it’s gotta be!!” That was published by Vanity Fair. A VERY creditable and reliable source, please be so for real.

Hey quick question if you see an article saying washing rice is bad because your washing away the healthy things in would you believe it right away and stop wasting rice. No is obsessing over any one but wishing sickness on someone is not gonna do anything trump will still be in office.

[wwestrang-fan]

Ok I'm going to say this and walk away…….

1. I am surprised….. yeah kinda .

2. Am I disappointed…..I don't know.

3. Could this all be Nick Riley Bentham writing something different from what Roman/ Joe really said….. eh maybe.

It is what it is. Life goes on. Everyone needs to realize that the man has a right to his opinion. Do I agree with him? No. However, I believe the interviewer could have asked a different question, or Roman/Joe could have chosen not to comment. But knowing the IWC, people would still criticize him because they don't take everything online with a grain of salt.

Someone can write an article and quote what was said, right? But where’s the audio confirming that he actually said all this? If he did say it, it’s still just his opinion. He mentioned that he doesn’t support all of Trump’s ideas, and like most presidents, there is something you like all there ideas and you may not like all there ideas but you still vote for them because the ideas you like but we have to take the bad with the good with them.

Sitting and typing about how your disappointed at Roman/Joe won’t change anything. If you don’t like how Trump addressed issues like abortion rights, the school system, or rising prices, then we need to come together—strike, protest, and boycott in such large numbers that they have no choice but to listen to us. For example, when French teachers went on strike and blocked entrances to major stores like Louis Vuitton, they were effective enough to make those stores close early. We have the power to make a difference."

Side note : is it just me or did you first thought those pictures were ai maybe they are.🤷

[wwestrang-fan]

Something different pt 8

jey uso x oc reader

warning : a little bit of angst insecurity bit of age gap scars

Morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Jey stirred awake, blinking against the light, feeling the soft sheets beneath him. As his eyes adjusted, he realized he was naked, sprawled comfortably in Lola's bed. A smile crept onto his face as he recalled the previous night’s moments.

He turned his head slightly and caught sight of Lola. She lay next to him, her curly hair all tousled and wild, framing her face in a beautiful, carefree disarray. She looked peaceful, her expression hinting at the softness of their intimate night. Jey felt a rush of affection as he took in the sight of her.

“Good morning,” he said softly, brushing her curls away from her face. “How are you feeling?”

“Morning,” Lola replied, her voice a little raspy. She moved slightly, wincing just a touch. “I’m a bit sore… but it was worth it,” she added, a playful smile creeping in.

“Did last night wear you out?” Jey teased, leaning in closer.

“A little,” she admitted, a shy laugh escaping her lips. “But it was worth it.”

Jey chuckled, feeling a rush of warmth as he admired her. It was one of those mornings where everything felt perfect.

Jey shifted closer to Lola, seeking the warmth of her body. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, drawing her in for a cozy cuddle. Lola nestled against him, her curly hair brushing against his chest, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

“Can we stay like this forever?” she murmured, her voice a blend of sleepiness and contentment.

Jey chuckled, planting a gentle kiss on the top of her head. Holding her a little tighter. They lay entwined, feeling each other’s warmth, savoring the quiet moment.

After a comfortable silence, Lola looked up at him with those bright eyes of hers. “So, how long are you going to be out on the road?” she asked, biting her lip as if weighing her words.

Jey’s heart sank slightly. He hadn't wanted to break the peaceful bubble they’d built, but he knew it was a necessary conversation.“Just a short tour this month.” he replied, trying to keep his tone light.

Lola’s expression softened, but he could see the hint of concern in her gaze. “I guess that’s what you do,” she said quietly, tracing circles on his chest with her fingertip. “But it’s hard to think about you being away.”

“I know,” he replied, tilting her chin up so he could look her in the eyes. “But I'm not going anywhere for good. My ex will be having my son so I can fly back here to see you.”

Lola smiled, the tension easing a bit as she nestled closer. “Okay,” she whispered, warmth flooding through her.

As they lingered in the embrace, Lola's stomach let out a gentle rumble, breaking the tranquility of the moment. She giggled, pulling back slightly to look at Jey, her cheeks flushing a light pink. “So… are you hungry? Because I definitely am.”

Jey chuckled at her sudden shift from serene cuddle to the practicality of breakfast. “A little,” he admitted, glancing at the clock. “I suppose it is about that time.”

Lola’s she wriggled out from under his arm. “ What are you in the mood for? Pancakes? Eggs? Maybe something more adventurous?”

Jey laughed, watching her animated expression. “Pancakes sound good, but I wouldn’t say no to some scrambled eggs either. You’re the chef here, you decide.”

She grinned, bouncing out of bed and put on her rope. “Alright, get ready for breakfast.” With that, she scampered towards the kitchen, her enthusiasm infectious.

Jey admired her playful energy, feeling a burst of happiness as he followed her. He felt something warm swell in his chest as he entered the kitchen, ready to share another day with Lola.

“She cracked eggs into a bowl. The rhythmic sound of shells breaking mixed with the melody of her humming, creating a jovial ambiance. Jey leaned against the counter, a smile playing on his lips as he watched her.

They bantered back and forth as she poured the pancake batter onto the hot skillet, the sizzling sound filling the kitchen. The aroma wafted around them, making Jey’s stomach rumble appreciatively.

“Those are looking incredible!” he encouraged, moving beside her to help flip the pancakes. The two worked in tandem, laughter bubbling between them as they tossed in a few chocolate chips, just for fun.

After a short while, they had a mountain of fluffy pancakes and a plate of scrambled eggs ready to go. Lola finished setting the table, her heart swelling with pride as she surveyed the fruits of their labor.

“Breakfast is served!” she declared, gesturing with a flourish to the table.

Jey grinned wide, thoroughly impressed. “You outdid yourself. I knew you could make a killer breakfast but wow, this is something else!”

“Only the best for you,” she teased, nudging him playfully.

They settled down at the table, ready to dig in, savoring the delicious flavors and the laughter bubbling up between bites.

“Lola, these pancakes are seriously the best,” Jey said, taking a big bite. He flashed her a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Lola laughed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Well, you know I whipped them up just for you. Cooked with love and all that!”

As they savored the last bites, Jey leaned back, a contemplative look crossing his face. “Hey um, I’ve been thinking... when I leave for Italy , how would you feel about flying out with me?”

Lola paused, a forkful of pancake hovering in the air. “Really? To Italy?”

“Yeah! You could explore while I work. We could even sneak in some time together afterward,” Jey suggested, excitement lacing his voice.

“Wow, that sounds amazing!” Lola exclaimed, a broad smile spreading across her face. “I’ve always wanted to see Italy.”

“I mean, who wouldn’t want to see the Colosseum, eat authentic pizza, and roam through the streets of Rome Jey replied.

She put her fork down, leaning in closer. “But what about your schedule? Will you really have time?”

“Trust me, I’ll make sure we have time. It will be fun to share that experience with you,” he reassured, reaching across the table to squeeze her hand gently. “Plus, you’ll keep me grounded.

Lola felt her heart swell at his words, the thought of exploring Italy with him igniting a newfound excitement within her. “I’m in let’s do it!” she declared, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm.

“Awesome! It’s a plan then!” Jey grinned widely.

They finished their breakfast, laughter mingling with the lingering sweetness of syrup, their hearts light with the promise of adventure on the horizon.

In the bright, late-morning sunlight streaming through the apartment, Jey and Lola bustled about, preparing for their upcoming trip to Italy. Lola rummaged through her closet, pulling out clothes and tossing them onto her bed, while Jey folded and organized what she’d picked.

“Okay, what’s next?” Jey asked, glancing at the pile growing larger by the minute.

“Maybe a couple of sundresses and some comfy shoes?” Lola replied, her brow furrowed as she sifted through her wardrobe.

“Got it,” Jey said, retrieving the selected items and neatly setting them aside. “You know, I can’t wait to see you in that red dress against the Italian backdrop.”

Lola’s face lit up at the compliment. “You really think so? She held it up, twirling it playfully.

“Yeah, definitely. It’ll be a showstopper,” Jey said, a smirk dancing on his lips. “Just don’t let anyone steal it from you!”

Together, they packed the suitcase, moving through clothes and essentials.

Jey dropped onto the couch, stretching out his arms. “Now that we’re back, how about we kick back and watch that Jujutsu Kaisen episode you’ve been raving about?”

“Perfect! I’ve been looking forward to it all week!” Lola exclaimed, plopping down next to him and grabbing the remote.

With the lights dimmed, they cuddled under a blanket, the familiar theme music setting the tone for their cozy afternoon. Lola leaned her head on Jey’s shoulder, both of them engrossed in the thrilling storyline unfolding on-screen.

“Look at those fight scenes! The animation is insane,” Jey said, his eyes glued to the action.

“I know, right? It’s one of the best parts!” Lola replied, her excitement palpable.

As the episode continued, the two shared laughter and gasps, the world outside fading away. In that moment, surrounded by warmth and joy, they leaned into each other, content to bask in both the adventure ahead and the simple pleasure of the present

[wwestrang-fan]

John turns heel

😱😱😱

[wwestrang-fan]

Something different pt 7

jey uso x oc reader

warning : a little bit of angst insecurity bit of age gap scars some some hints of smut

Jey walk to Lola apartment he knock knock on the door of Lola's apartment door, hearing the muffled sound of the television playing inside. He knocked softly. Moments later, the door swung open, revealing Lola with tired eyes and a slight frown.

“Hey, Jey,” she said with a straight face.

“Hey, Lola. Um, can I come in?”

Lola moved to the side, letting him in. Her demeanor felt different; an underlying tension lingered in the air.

“Everything okay?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

“Yeah, just… it's been a long day,” she replied, motioning for him to sit down on the couch before plopping down opposite him.

They chatted casually at first, the conversation flowing effortlessly, until Lola’s gaze softened. “So, what do you do for a living again?” she inquired, her tone casual yet cautious.

Jey paused for a moment. “Um, why are you asking that?” he replied, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

Lola leaned in slightly, her expression shifting. “I saw you on WWE the other night. I googled you afterward,” she admitted, her interest piqued. “You’ve really been busy!”

Jey tried to explain, “Well, it’s not exactly what you think. I—”

“I don't want to hear it,” Lola interrupted, raising a hand. “I just want to know why you didn't tell me you are a WWE superstar or that you have kids!”

The room fell silent, the weight of her words hanging between them. Jey took a deep breath, realizing he had a lot to unpack.

“I didn’t want to overwhelm you,” he finally admitted, running a hand through his hair. “It’s complicated, Lola. My life is… it's a whirlwind. I just wanted to keep things simple between us.”

Sure! Here’s an expanded continuation of the scenario, exploring their emotions and interactions further:

Lola's expression softened momentarily, but the disappointment remained. “Simple? Jey, you’ve been living a whole different life out there. How am I supposed to feel when I find out about this from a random show?”

“I know I should have told you,” he conceded. “I just… I didn’t want to scar you away. You were busy with your own things, and I didn’t want to complicate our relationship.”

“Complicating things already happened the moment you stepped into the ring,” she retorted, frustration creeping into her tone. “Do you have any idea how it feels to have to Google, someone that you thought you knew, and not knowing who they really are?”

Jey's heart raced, sensing the depth of her emotions. “I’m still me, Lola. Yes, I’m a wrestler, and I have kids—two amazing little ones—but underneath all that, I’m just Jey. I didn’t know how to share all of this.”

“Then help me understand!” Lola's voice rose slightly, tinged with desperation. “You want to keep things simple, but you’ve turned your life into something that feels… unreachable.”

There was a moment of silence as each processed the enormity of the conversation. Jey glanced down at his hands, still feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. “I’m juggling a lot, but I want you to be a part of my life, if you’ll let me. I just didn’t want to scare you away.”

“Scare me? Jey, you’ve always scared me, but in a good way,” she corrected softly. “You’re passionate and driven, and that's what I admired.” Her eyes locked onto his, searching for an answer. “But this? This feels like a betrayal.”

“I never meant to betray you,” he said earnestly, leaning forward. “I want to be honest with you now. I want you to know everything, the good and the bad. Can we start over?”

Lola took a deep breath, her initial anger fading slowly, replaced by a wave of vulnerability. Jey can you promise me that you’ll be real from now on?”

“I promise,” he replied, his tone resolute. “I’ll share my life, my experiences, the hard moments, and the joyful ones… if you’re willing to be part of it. Let me show you who I am.”

Lola nodded slowly, the tension in her shoulders easing a notch. “Okay,” she said, her voice softer now. “But don’t expect me to go easy on you.”

A small smile broke across Jey’s face, the familiarity of their banter rekindling a sense of hope. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Hey, how about we grab dinner? Just the two of us,” he suggested, feeling a little nervous but eager to mend the gap that had formed between them. “I’ll tell you about my life, the whole picture.”

Lola hesitated for a moment, her brow furrowed as she considered. “I’d like that,” she finally replied, a soft smile spreading across her face. “As long as you promise to be honest.”

“I promise,” he said.

“Okay, just let me change and get the girls to lie down,” Lola replied, a playful smile tugging at her lips. She walked to her room, the soft fabric of her clothes shifting as she moved. A quick change later, she felt fresh and ready, the excitement in the air not lost on her.

Once she finished getting ready, Lola stepped out of her room, feeling the energy shift as Jey waited by the door. He flashed her a charming grin, and together they made their way out of her apartment.

Jey pushing open the door. The bell above jingled, announcing their entrance. They were greeted by the welcoming sight of rustic decor and the gentle hum of conversation around them.

After being seated at a cozy table in the corner, they perused the menu, but Jey’s mind was elsewhere. He stole glances at Lola.

“Okay, so spaghetti or fettuccine?” Lola broke the silence, playfully lifting an eyebrow.

“I’m more of a fettuccine guy myself,” Jey laughed. “But make it spicy. I like a little kick.”

Once they had placed their orders, the conversation turned serious. Jey’s at Lola. “So, about my kids,” he started, his tone shifting. “I have two sons. They’re everything to me.”

Lola leaned in, her interest piqued. “What are their names?”

“Jaciyah and Jeyce,” Jey replied, a smile breaking across his face. “ Jaciyah is in college do what he likes and Jeyce is fourteen and he kinda like me.

“They sound adorable,” Lola said, her eyes sparkling. “Do you get to spend much time with them?”

Jey sighed, a hint of sadness creeping in. “It’s tough sometimes. With traveling for WWE, I miss a lot of moments. I try to make up for it when I’m home, though. We have our little traditions.

“Sounds fun! Any memorable creations?” Lola asked, genuinely intrigued.

“Yeah, it is” Jey chuckled, shaking his head at the memory.

Lola nodded thoughtfully. “I can only imagine. Being on the road must be tough, but it sounds like your heart is always with them.”

“Yeah, it is,” Jey admitted, looking down at the table for a moment. “ I do have family that I'm with and WWE is just as much my family. The locker room, the matches.”

He leaned in, his expression earnest. “I’ve learned so much from my family and peers, those who’ve been through it all. We’ve celebrated wins, grieved losses, and supported each other through thick and thin. It’s a wild ride, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

Lola’s gaze softened. “That sounds nice but how do you balance it all? Is it overwhelming?”

“There are days I feel like I’m drowning,” Jey confessed, his voice low. “But then I think of my kids watching me, how I’m setting an example for them. And that keeps me going.”

Lola smiled, touched. “Jey, It takes a lot of courage to put yourself out there the way you do.”

“Thanks, that means a lot,” Jey replied, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. “I want to share these experiences with you because you matter to me, and I want you to see my life for what it is.”

Just then, their food arrived, steaming and fragrant. They took a moment to appreciate the vibrant plates before digging in, the atmosphere gradually lightening as laughter mixed with the clinking of forks.

“So, what about you, Lola?” Jey asked between bites. “What inspires you? What’s your passion?”

As she spoke about her dreams and ambitions, Jey felt a connection deepening between them. They shared stories, laughter, and a newfound understanding of each other as dusk settled outside.

As dinner progressed, Jey felt a sense of hope blooming within him. He realized that opening up about his life, both the joys and the struggles, had brought them closer than ever. And more importantly, it felt right to let Lola in.

By the end of the meal, they were both smiling, their earlier tension dissipating into the warmth of companionship. The evening had turned into something special, and Jey was grateful for the opportunity to share his world with someone who really mattered.

And with that, they stepped into a night filled with possibilities—a new understanding sparking excitement for what was to come.

Jey and Lola stepped into her cozy apartment, laughter spilling from their lips as they closed the door behind them. The warm glow of the table lamp illuminated the living room, casting soft shadows on the walls adorned with vibrant artwork. Lola kicked off her shoes, her hair cascading over her shoulders as she moved to the couch, flopping down with a playful sigh.

“Pick a movie!” she called, grabbing a throw blanket and draping it over her legs.

Jey chuckled, rummaging through her extensive collection of films. “How about a classic? Something light-hearted?” He finally settled on a romantic comedy, its cover promising laughter and a hint of nostalgia.

As the movie started, they both leaned back, laughing at the familiar scenes. Lola felt at home with Jey beside her, their laughter mingling, creating a bubble of comfort around them. When the movie reached a particularly sweet moment, the atmosphere shifted; the lighthearted laughter faded, and a soft tension filled the space.

Lola turned slightly to face Jey, her heart racing as she caught him glancing at her lips, his expression softening. “This scene always gets me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, aware of the charged energy between them.

“Yeah, me too,” Jey replied, holding her gaze. The screen flickered with images of love, but all they could focus on was each other. Slowly, Jey moved closer, their breaths mingling as they closed the gap. Lola's pulse quickened, a flutter of anticipation igniting within her.

As their lips brushed tentatively at first, it felt like the world outside faded away. The kiss deepened, a mix of sweetness and longing, filled with unspoken words and shared histories. Time stretched as they lost themselves in each other, the movie forgotten, the outside world dimmed, leaving just the two of them wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and connection.

Finally, they pulled back slightly, their foreheads resting against each other, breaths mingling in the space that still remained between them. "Wow," Lola breathed, smiling widely as blush colored her cheeks.

"Yeah," Jey echoed. Blushing moving closer to Lola again

Jey pressed his lips to hers again, soft and sweet at first. But the kiss deepened as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. Time seemed to stand still, charged with promise and passion. Yet, unexpectedly, a wave of anxiety washed over Lola.

She froze, her mind swirling as her heart raced. The kiss was intoxicating, but it opened a floodgate of fears and uncertainties within her. Pulling back slightly, she searched Jey’s eyes, her breath catching.

“What’s wrong?” Jey asked, concern etched in his features as he looked at Lola.

“Um, it’s nothing,” Lola replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Did I do something wrong?” Jey’s brow furrowed, genuine worry in his tone.

“No, you didn’t. I… I just… this is my first time.”

Jey pulled back, his gaze filled with regret. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Lola quickly grabbed his arm, her touch reassuring. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable. I… I want to keep going.”

Her words hung in the air, as she looked into Jey’s eyes, hoping to bridge the gap between hesitation and longing.

Jey's forehead creased with concern as he spoke softly, "We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for."

Lola felt a rush of warmth; his care made her heart flutter. She leaned in closer, feeling the magnetic pull between them intensify. “I want to,” she whispered, her eyes locked onto his.

With that, she closed the gap and kissed him again, this time with more urgency. The initial sweetness transformed into a passionate embrace as their lips moved together in perfect harmony.

Jey’s hands found their way to her waist, holding her firmly yet gently, while Lola tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. The world around them faded, and all that mattered was the warmth of their bodies and the electricity that sparked between every touch.

As the kissing intensified, Jey's hands found their way to Lola's waist, drawing her closer to him. The chemistry between them was electric, but just as he leaned in for another kiss, he lifted her effortlessly off her feet, his strong grip securing her against him.

Lola's breath hitched, her heart racing not only from the rush of passion but from her insecurities rising. “Jey!” she gasped. Being lifted was thrilling, yet the height difference hammered home her feelings of inadequacy.

"What’s wrong?" Jey's brow furrowed, concern flashing across his face as he sensed her tension.

“I'm… I’m heavy,” Lola stammered, her voice barely above a whisper as she realized how awkward this might look. “I don’t want you to feel weird about it.”

Jey took a moment, his grip firm yet gentle. “Lola, I’m not worried about that. I think you're incredible. Just let me know if you get uncomfortable,” he reassured her, his voice steady and calm.

She swallowed hard, her insecurities battling with the thrill of their moment. “Okay, it's just… I’ve never really been picked up like this before.”

“I’ve got you,” Jey said confidently, his smile putting her at ease. He started walking toward her bedroom, each step made her feel safe and comfortable.

“I don’t want to seem towering or awkward,” she admitted, biting her lip, glancing down at him.

“Trust me, you look amazing,” he replied, his voice soft but sincere. “And I’m not feeling awkward at all. I just want to be close to you.”

As they entered her room, he gently laid her down on her bed but kept his hands resting on her hips. Lola's heart was pounding—his words lit a spark of confidence within her.

“See? Easy,” he said, gazing up into her eyes, his expression filled with warmth. “Now, can we continue where we left off?”

With a shy smile, Lola nodded, feeling a mix of exhilaration and comfort. She wrapped her arms around him.

The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm light in Lola's room, illuminating the cozy sanctuary where they lay tangled in each other's arms. Jey gently pressed his lips against Lola's, their kisses deepening, each moment charged with a mix of curiosity and tenderness.

As they shared this intimate space, Jey's fingers brushed against the top of Lola's hair bun, which he had admired when they first met. With a playful tug, he pulled the hair tie loose, letting her long, curly locks tumble down around them.

Lola gasped softly, feeling the cool air graze her scalp as her hair fell in waves, stopping at the back of her knees. The sensation was electric, and she shyly tucked a curl behind her ear, revealing her big, mesmerizing eyes, sparkling with both surprise and delight.

“Wow,” Jey breathed, his gaze wide with admiration.Your hair is beautiful i’ve always wondered what it would look like down your hair is gorgeous. He lingered on the depths of her gaze, enchanted, “They’re so captivating. You look like a work of art.”

With a playful sparkle in her eyes, Lola teased, “Art? You make me sound like some kind of muse.”

Jey chuckled, his gaze never leaving her face. “You are ican’t help but admire you.”

The way he looked at her, with such admiration in his eyes, made her heart swell. “It’s a bit unruly,” she replied bashfully, playing with a lock of her hair.

“Unruly? I think it’s perfect,” he said with a grin, leaning closer. He brushed his fingers through her hair, the silky strands flowing like a waterfall beneath his touch.

Lola felt a warm flush spread across her cheeks as she smiled back at him.

Jey leaned in again, kissing her more passionately. Lola responded eagerly, sinking deeper into the comfort of their embrace. His hands traveled through her hair, gentle and caressing.

As they kissed deeply, Jey's hands wandered to the hem of her shirt. With a playful grin, he pulled it up, revealing her smooth skin beneath. As the shirt slipped off, he noticed a scar in the middle of Lola’s chest, a stark reminder of a past experience. He also noticed a few more scars adorning her hips, each one telling a story that was uniquely hers. Lola instinctively turned slightly away, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her features.

But Jey wasn’t having it. He softly reached out, turning her face back towards him with gentle but firm hands. “Hey,” he said softly, locking eyes with her. “You’re beautiful, scars and all.” His voice held a sincerity that melted away the tension,

Lola took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of his gaze. “Really?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” Jey replied, his eyes never leaving hers, filled with admiration. “You’re perfect just as you are.”

With that reassurance ringing in her heart, Lola let a smile break through. He couldn't help but admire the beauty of her body, a perfect blend of strength and softness. Her alabaster complexion glowed in the soft light, showcasing the subtle definition of her muscular physique.

Lola felt a surge of confidence. She slid her hands up Jey's torso, finding the hem of his shirt. In one swift motion, she pulled it off, revealing his chiseled frame adorned with tribal tattoos that danced across his skin. Each design seemed to tell a story, drawing her eyes as she traced the patterns with her fingers.

Jey's breath caught as Lola admired him, her gaze shifting between the ink and his warm, inviting smile. In that moment, the tension escalated, and he instinctively pulled her long legs around his waist, lifting her effortlessly. They were now locked in a passionate embrace, their bodies perfectly aligned.

Jey’s hands slid down to her thighs, rubbing her legs gently, feeling the soft skin against his palms. Lola couldn't help but let out a soft laugh, the intimacy igniting a fire within her. Every brush of his hands made her skin tingle, and she reveled in the closeness.

Jey gently tugged at Lola's pants, his fingers tracing along her hips. Lola felt a rush of adrenaline, the tension between them palpable. She smiled back at him, her heart racing as she began to explore the strong lines of his back.

As her fingers glided over his skin, Lola traced the intricate tribal tattoos that adorned Jey’s back, feeling every curve and contour, each design telling a story of its own. Jey leaned down, placing soft kisses along Lola’s neck, igniting a spark that sent shivers down her spine.

Lola felt her heart race as the cool air met her skin. Jey's fingers danced along her side, tracing the curves that made her uniquely her. As the kisses grew hotter.

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