#ride 722

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 722: Honda, howl!!

Pag 1

1: Honda from Kamo High jumped ahead!!

2: And the two guys from Sohoku, last year's national champion, aren't moving!!

3: No!!

You're not composed anymore, Sohoku!!

4: Honda is so fast!!

He's accelerating so quickly!!

Don't tell me....

Pag 2

1: That the one who will run in the Inter High as Chiba prefecture's representative, will be Kamo High.....

Pag 3

1: Will it be Kamogawa High!?

2: He caught up to Naruko, who had ran ahead on his own!!

Pag 4

1: He'll pass him!!

Naruko has been running in the lead by himself, so of course he'll be at the limit of his stamina

2: Dammit, I'm reaching my limit!!

Ugh-

3: My brothers' dream

The dream of going to participating in the Inter High, I'll make it come true!!

4: You'll see.....!!

You'll see!!

5: I'll win this race

6: and with everyone's blessings

Pag 5

1: I'll magnificently face the Inter High – that's my vision of my future!!

3: He passed Naruko of the champion, Sohoku!!

Honda from the local Kamo High is jumping to the top!!

Pag 6

1: Dammit, I'm goping to be left behind!!

2: Maybe, if you had enough water in your bottle.... huh?

5: Today was hotter than expected

I can see you're exhausted, you can't pull out as much power as before

6: But this is our hometown, so we are prepared for the weather to become so hot

8: I'm the third and smartest of the Honda siblings, Honda Ryouzou- remember it!!

Kamo High is accelerating!! He's leaving Naruko behind!!

Pag 7

1: That's right....

I'm sure

2: Since the ranking in the Inter High is by right of the prefecture, we'll have the one-digit numbers

And I

3: will have the number 1 bib!!

5: Sohoku!!

Sohoku!! One streng cyclist jumped ahead!!

Pag 8

1: Move!!

Sohoku!!

What are you doing!!

4: I came here to see Sohoku's overwhelming victory!!

6: What the hell!!

Pag 9

1: Why aren't you moving

Aren't you going to move, Sohoku's Imaizumi!?

2: Kashiwahigashi's.... Nomura?

3: I'm not saying this because we're opponents, but you're acting weird today!!

4: Yeah, the heat is affecting our bodies, so we're waiting for our supplies

5: Waiting!?

The heat really made you weird- the supply place is ahead

7: So, go ahead!!

8: Don't worry, our supplies

Pag 10

1: Are behind us

3: Behind? You mean someone is carrying them?

No way they can do that

4: Yeah, our unreliable first years

Pag 11

1: First years!? You gave such an important role to first years!?

2: Is there a problem?

Obviously!!

3: They're not used to high school's races, they're inexperienced, and they're behind carrying weights- how can they get here without troubles!?

4: It's not....

Uh-uhm

5: Maybe

I think maybe they're having a hard time, but

6: I think they'll come

7: I'm sure they understand how important this role is, so.....

After all, the two people who are coming now, even in the race in the club the other day....

Pag 12

1: They worked really hard!!

Pag 13

5: Two people are coming from behind

Those jerseys.... they're Sohoku's first years!!

6: I.....

Pag 14

1: I see them, Rokudai!!

Gau!!

2: This time Imaizumi-san and Onoda-san are really here!!

3: They're.... they're here, really....!!

Did you anticipate all this....

…. no

4: This heat was completely unexpected

And also....

Pag 15

1: the fact that they look like the “helping hands*” (LOL)

You- you look cool, Rokudai-kun

*(NdT.: a comedy performance in which one person wears an haori on their shoulders, while another person behind them puts their hands through the sleeves of the haori and feeds the person in front)

2: But

3: It weirdly suits you

We caught up, senpai!!

4: You made it, Kinaka

Good job

Waaa- yessir!!

5: Thank you to you, too, Rokudai-kun

Gau!!

Huh!?

Pag 16

1: Ah- this- don't worry about it

“Beast mode”

Gau

2: “Release”!!

Teh?

3: Ah-teh- uhm- ah, Back-gate slope-sa..... senpai!!

Incredible

Is this a stunt?

How are you next to me!? Teh!? Huh!?

4: Alright, we have no time to take it easy

5: He-here, senpai

Thank you

Waaa I'm being helpful! Teh!!

Pag 17

1: We have to catch them

2: At full throttle!!

4: Ahead!!

5: Let's go, Sakamichi!!

Yes!!

6: Do your best!!

-your best, teh!!

Pag 18

1: Sohoku is accelerating!!

Pag 19

1: Follow us, first years!!

….

… huh?

2: Uh... huh... what, we have to follow too!?

Teh!?

Ah?

No-yes!? Huh!?

They finally made a move!

Sohoku jumped ahead!

3: Of course

Who will bring the supplies to Naruko?

4: Ah.... but....

We've been chasing hard since earlier so.... we....

Just barely...

5: Keep up as uch as possible, please

Wa-

Ngh... ah.... but.... (quietly)

6: And also, please, look us from behind

Pag 20

1: Look Sohoku's overwhelming victory

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

headcanons for every leon

Inspired by this post

content: spitting, slapping, biting, handcuffs, public-ish sex, degradation, oral sex, LEON SLUT KENNEDY

word count: 722

Re 2 Leon likes hickies. Every Leon would probably like them, but 21 year old Leon is young enough to get away with them. He likes when you mark him and tell him that you’re going to ‘make him yours’ because he’s so proud to have a pretty girl like you as his girlfriend (or whatever your relationship may be). When you let him do the same for you, he feels honored, he thinks he doesn’t deserve it, but he loves the idea of you being his and only his.

Re 4 Leon is still young and fun. He doesn’t go out on the town often, but when he does, he loves fucking you in semi-public places. In the car, in a bathroom stall, in a broom closet. He’d even finger you in the movie theater if he thought you could get away with it. Honestly, the thought of getting caught gets him off, though. He especially likes the fact that you have to be quiet because it’s easy for him with the composure he’s developed over the years, but you, on the other hand, have to try to be quiet. And Leon makes it difficult on purpose. He fucks you hard, so that he has to put his hand over your mouth. It’s all under the guise of ‘we have to do this quickly if we don’t want to get caught’, but really he wants to make you moan.

ID Leon is the most arrogant Leon in my opinion. He knows he’s hot and he uses it to his advantage. It’s not that he’s mean, but if you consent to it, he’d 100% be into degrading you - calling you a ‘slut’ or a ‘whore’, telling you how pathetic you look and how nasty you are for letting him do these things to you. He would also be the type of guy who likes a woman wearing lingerie. He’s not submissive, but he’d let you take control if you put on a show for him. He’d like high heels and fishnets, and if you wore them out he’d go back to being his RE 4 self and fuck you in the nearest semi-private area, while calling you a slut for letting him have you in public.   

Re 6 Leon likes to spit in your mouth when he’s inside you. He grabs your chin and forces you to look him in the eye while he spits into your mouth. Sometimes he’ll close your mouth for you, so you have to swallow it. If you were on top and you tried to spit in his mouth, he would initially be shocked and possibly off-put - or at least, he’d act that way - but secretly he’d like it. 

Damnation Leon just wants his breakfast, and by breakfast, I mean pussy in the morning! But he’s lazy af, so he’d want you to sit on his face. He’d also like it if you brought him actual breakfast in bed. A blowjob in a sexy apron would be the cherry on top. 

Vendetta Leon is constantly frustrated, and he’d love to give you a good spanking. But, if you’d let him, he’d go further and give you a nice slap in the face, too - the kind that stings a little, but doesn’t leave a bruise. He’d still be careful with you. And, if you ever slapped him back, he’d go red in the face - not just because of the slap, he’d be totally embarrassed. He’d be embarrassed because he liked it. A lot. He might try to deny it, but his dick would twitch and you’d know. 

DI Leon has fully embraced his submissive tendencies. Sure, he can be a soft dom! if that’s what you want, but he loves exploring his submissive side. He wants to be handcuffed to the headboard and have you ride him. I don’t know how he’d feel about punishment, but I think he’d like to be edged, and he would act like that’s a form of punishment. I think, like most, if not all, versions of Leon, he’s loud, and he’s whiny when you edge him, pretending like he hates it, but you know he doesn’t because he’s practically drooling. He’d be like ‘you’re so mean’ and you’d be like ‘if you think I’m so mean, then why is your cock leaking?’*

*yes, this is from not old enough chapter 4

[exactlymaximumgarden]

722 Schlatt please 🙏

722. park your car on my face - louis cole (link to req info here)

eheheheh this one is gonna be FILTHAY. also unrelated but he looks so scrumptious in this image so i had to share. nsfw under the cut (afab!reader).

the first time schlatt suggested you sit on his face, you were hesitant.

"what if i crush you?" you protested worriedly. "i don't want to suffocate you." still, the idea secretly excited you, as much as you didn't want to admit it.

however, schlatt clearly caught on to this. he could always read you like a book. and with the way your face grew bright as the picture of it all transpiring ignited in your mind, it wasn't all that hard for him to tell what your true thoughts were.

"c'mon, toots. y' won't crush me," he insisted. his voice was liquid smooth, like a warm honey. his tone paired with the way his large hands snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against him, was enough to cause you to short circuit. "i can handle it, y'know i can. lemme do this for you."

you bit your lip, torn.

"hey. i'm not trying t' force you, doll. i just think it'd be fun for us to at least try, y' followin' me? just to spice things up. but it's all up to you."

you couldn't resist. and now here the two of you are.

schlatt's head is nestled comfortably atop his pillow, and your thighs are spread just beside his mutton chops, allowing his tongue full access to your pussy. you're hovering just a tad above his lips, your worries from when he initially suggested the idea only almost a distant memory.

"dollface," he grunts. "stop pussyin' around. i wanted you to sit on my face, not fuckin' hover above it."

you're barely given time to process what he said before his hands clamp on your hips, yanking you downward to where he's completely swamped in between your thighs. a high-pitched whine escapes you, yet he only seems to feed off the reaction.

his tongue moves fervently against you, eating you out as if he's a man starved. it isn't long before any inhibitions melt away. your hips buck and roll in response to every little flick, kiss, and suck he leaves against your pussy.

"fuck, toots." it's a challenge for him to choke out any words. he's too lost in the moment, too busy drinking you in. "love that taste."

it's so clear how much he loves you. from the way you ride his face with reckless abandon and the way he continually praises you in between his ministrations, coaxing you to your climax. it isn't long before your orgasm comes crashing over you, and schlatt eagerly laps up the evidence of your arousal without a second thought.

your legs feel like they're made of jelly as you slightly lift yourself up off his lips, glancing down to check on him. his face is beet red, his eyes are half-lidded, and his lips and chin are slick with your cum. he gazes up at you with a dreamy haze in his eye.

"you okay?" you whisper quizzically. your own voice is shaky as you attempt to recuperate.

"more than okay." schlatt emits a breathless laugh. "what'd i tell ya, huh? fun, wasn't it?"

you nod with a sheepish grin.

"yeaaaah." he cranes his neck just enough to press a chaste kiss to your inner thigh. "i say we should do this more often."

[mirrology]

— Rowdy .ᐟ ☆

୨୧ rowdy: ( noun) a noisy and disorderly person. (adjective) noisy and disorderly.

Ft. boothill, gender neutral reader. platonic. Wc: 722

Content: short bit of hc's and a small fic at the end, readers age is not specified, boothill being a little shit, he cares abt u tho, typical sibling shenanigans, sibling bonding, cursing, boothill may be ooc.

A/n: first ever platonic boothill fic /j, also this is kinda lazy but whatever.

He would definitely be one of those annoying brothers that come into your room just to look at you, then leave without closing the door.

but he genuinely cares about you and your safety considering his job as a galaxy ranger.

Boothill also definitely calls you runt, squirt, & kid no matter how old you are or no matter how much you complain.

Frequently ruffles your hair as a sign of affection, although this ends in bickering when you do your hair before it.

Definitely can't cook for shit, every time he tries to make something for you out of the kindness of his heart, he absolutely wrecks it.

It ends up burnt and inedible, and a purple aura around in a cartoonish fashion. and oh, the poor kitchen, you can't count how many times you've had to fix something. it has gone through a lot.

The two of you have sleepovers where you do skincare, watch movies and gossip about anything and everything.

you would think that Boothill is more of a horror movie and/or action movies type guy but he has a soft spot for sappy romance movies and the saddest films possible.

and if you feel like it, both of you talk about your love life.

Trains you by sparring in hand-to-hand combat, he usually wins the sparring, but you've gotten close to beating him.

After your training session you flop on the floor like a dead fish and beg him to carry you back inside, he obliges but not before teasing you for falling to the ground.

he picks you up in a princess carry or in a piggy back ride.

Boothill gives you things at the most random times, "oh but it's not a holiday or anything special today!" you can say but he won't care. accept his gift.

If you just as much glance at something in a store for 1 millisecond you'll find said thing in a gift bag with a little note, handwritten by him.

Since he's part robot he can't drink water or even touch it or he will malfunction, even though he's made to sustain the harsh weather of the desert and attacks from the criminals he hunts down.

so if he's being stubborn and does go through with touching water, you're the one who (quite literally) brings him back to life.

and because of this you've become well-versed in technology. you constantly fix anything that is wrong, such as a jammed finger. Although can't seem to get rid of that swear filter that he's unfortunately stuck with.

Overall Boothill is a very fun elder brother who wants to keep you safe.

You woke up to the feeling of being moved from your spot on your desk. you had been working on one of your tech projects, spending hours on end tinkering away in your room. You cracked one eye open, sleep pulling at your eyes, wanting them to close one more. You were met with the familiar face of your brother above you. then you registered the feeling of his hand on your back and underneath your knees.

Boothill noticed your sleepy gaze on him, and he smiled cheekily, "Heya, runt. I see ya' woke up" he chuckled in amusement at your disheveled appearance. He laid you down on your bed and placed the covers over your body, you immediately sank into your mattress and the soft feeling of the blanket on top of you was making you sleepier.

"Jeez, how long have ya' been up?" His smile dropped a little as he noticed a faint outline of dark circles underneath your eyes. "dunno..." you slurred out and turned to your side, facing him. "Hey, big bro?" you quietly said, Boothill raised an eyebrow "yea?" he asked.

You softly grinned, "Love ya'" you said, then suddenly being interrupted by a yawn. there was silence as your eyes drooped and eventually closed as you fell into a deep slumber.

Boothill stared at your sleeping face, it wasn't exactly surprising that you had said that you loved him. It was just that you didn't say it often, it wasn't that you didn't want to. Boothill's schedule is almost always full, so spending time with him can be hard. A rare soft smile graced his features and he reached over to caress your head.

"I love ya' too, kid." He whispered.

[y0ur-l0c4l-sc3n13]

BATMM MECH! AU

GUYSGUYS I'M SORRY THIS TOOK A LONG TIME, BUT I HAVE IT NOW!

BLAZE

INFO:

Age (mentally): 23

Gender: Male

Serial Number: 447-722-100

HCs:

🔥Was the first Mech AJ chose when he got his license

🔥Always calm and level-headed

🔥 Probably the only sane person of the group

🔥 Tries his best to take care of AJ (oh yeah he’s a bit of a menace in this AU lol)

🔥 Loves going outside when he can, but is fine with racing too

🔥 Tolerates Crusher, but tries to get him to stop being a bitch

STRIPES

INFO:

Age (mentally): 23

Gender: Male

Serial Number: 800-832-1355

🐯 Used to roam in the wild by himself, but was brought in by the Sanchez’s family

🐯 Is now kind of a part-time park ranger (and that’s the reason he loves taking care of animals)

🐯 Him and Darington would be besties and do the stupidest shit together argue with the wall /pos

🐯 Can see in night vision and Heat vision

🐯 Definetely has ADHD

🐯 His “claws” are blades, but don’t worry, they’re dull enough to not cut through your skin

DARINGTON

INFO:

Age (mentally): 22

Gender: Male

Serial Number: 236-780-994

HCs:

🌟 Was handed down to Rick from his dad (a former Stuntsman)

🌟 His right “eye” was broken due to accidentally landing face-first onto a sharp pole during a biking performance

🌟 Would die on an island first in 1 minute if you left him there lol

🌟 Would be the type of mf to say "chat"

🌟 Wears the weirdest clothes even if no-one likes it

🌟 A bit more popular than Blaze since he’s been there the longest (and has a decent stunt record)

STARLA

INFO:

Age (mentally): 24

Gender: Female

Serial Number: 563-030-899

HCs:

👒 Is the mom friend in the group 

👒 (Based on a fact in the official wiki) Is VERY hardworking, do much so that she overworks herself until her fuel is 1% and will be VERY upset if she can’t work hard enough

👒 Was handed down from Mr. Jackson to his Granddaughter

👒 Used to be a Bull-rider, but has now retired since her former owner is now in his senior years (But she still enjoys some bull-riding when she has the time to!)

👒 Can and WILL be the embarrassing mom type at times

👒 Loves to cook and take care of the animals at the barn

ZEG

INFO:

Age (mentally): 25

Gender: Male

Serial Number: 457-334-008

HCs:

🍏 (Canon?) Space nerd lol, will ramble about some randoms things about space anytime he can

🍏 Guys he’s learned to toughen up a bit!

🍏 Likes to take Hugo to meet his other dinosaur friends

🍏 Is the tallest of the group, and the oldest

🍏 Yes, his hugs might potentially crush you, but he means well 

🍏 Drinks oil from gas stations sometimes

🍏 Goes to Stripes’ place occasionally and chat about taking care of animals/dinos and exchange tips

WATTS

INFO:

Age (mentally): 23

Gender: Female

Serial Number: 269-120-130

HCs:

🌩️ Is a Mech that needs to charge (y’know, cable and all that jazz)

🌩️ Electric energy can be VERY unstable when mad, but lessen if she’s sad

🌩️ wheels and "pods" on her arms show how much electricity she is currently has

🌩️ VERY easily excitable, so much so even a fire might start if the sparks from her electricity could start a fire

🌩️ Very curious about Axle City

🌩️ Sometimes plays around with Gabby’s tools when she gets bored

RULES:

-Credit me when you use these designs (ex: Design(s) by [my user!])

Do's:

-Change their clothes/ hairstyle (as long as you don't change their hair type)

-Genderbend/AU

-Get inspired by my designs!

Don'ts:

-Whitewash/racebend them

-NSFW

-Change hair types/change their body shape

(Inspos: @darkland-blood , @ril-sillyart1st , and @sarinefcyid (for Blaze's head thing))

[kyleoreillylover]

Chapter 4- Jealous

Series Summary/Masterlist

tag list: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav @hope4more @selena-tyler-564 @saintaquarius @whatdoeseverybodywant @raya-hunter01

warnings: wrestling related violence, manipulation, mentions of cheating (kinda??)

word count: 14, 722

Chapter Summary: Everything is going wonderfully, and you are on top of the world. No one can stop your reign, you and Jey are together, and it feel like no one can stop you or the Bloodline, and everything is perfect. That is, until Sami does what he does best, and sticks his head where he doesn't belong, by trying to join the Bloodline. You try to scare him away, but it doesn't work. Tensions rise between him and Jey almost immediately, and you feel caught in the middle. Roman makes you the one to get them along. But it inadvertently almost costs him the stability of the Bloodline.

a/n: not my best work, but I hope ya'll don't mind. Hope ya'll enjoy!!

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uceyjucey: the bloodline coming to yo city👆

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user: the pretty privilege these two have is killing me

user: cutest couple ever

user: I'm in love with both of them

↳user: did they ever confirm their relationship to the public tho?

↳user: baby, look at them, and then stop asking stupid fucking questions.

y/n: photo creds for my fav person to take pics of ;)

↳uceyjucey: I better be your fav person period. 😒

↳y/n: lemme drive the car and then you will be <3

↳uceyjucey: anything for you ♥️

↳jimmyuso: oh hell naw I aint' agree to a death ride

↳uceyjucey: shut up we aint gotta ask you

↳y/n: exactly, stay in your place jimmy.

↳user: do we need anymore proof??? or ya'll still need them to confirm it?

APRIL 2022

The arena was bustling with excitement and nerves as Friday Night Smackdown was about to begin. Staff were prepping for script changes, wrestlers were getting ready for their segments, cameras were positioned strategically to capture every moment, and the crowd buzzed with anticipation.

Kayla Braxton was standing outside, cameras following her and mic in hand as the show started, and she waited as an SUV pulled up to the arena's entrance. Flashing lights from cameras greeted the opening car door as it parked, and a crew member quickly opened the door.

Out stepped you from the drivers seat, clad in a black tank top and a sleek black leather jacket, adorned with the Raw Women's Championship around your waist.

You smirked as you moved to the other side of the car and opened the passenger door. Jey emerged, looking every bit as confident as you did, with a smiling Jimmy in tow with him, the tag team titles around your waists. Then Paul, and, the crowd's excitement escalated as the reigning Universal Champion, Roman Reigns, stepped out from the back seat.

You smirked from next to Roman at Kayla as you made your way towards her, the camera crew capturing every move. Confidence, glamour, and power exuded from you as you approached Kayla. Kayla smiled as the four of you passed her, holding the mic towards you all, your Raw Women's Championship catching the glint of the spotlight.

"Bloodline, an explosive Wrestlemania for the 4 of you. After all of you retained your gold, Roman against Brock, Y/N against Shayna, and The Usos against Nakumara and Boogs, what's next for the Bloodline on Smackdown tonight?"

Roman paused for a moment, his piercing gaze fixed on Kayla before he took the microphone from her hand. The arena hushed in anticipation as the Tribal Chief prepared to address the question.

"What's next for the Bloodline?" Roman repeated, his voice oozing authority. "What's next is dominance, Kayla. We did what we said we'd do at Wrestelmania, and that is solidify our dominance over this entire company. The Universal Championship, the Raw Women's Championship, and the Tag Team Titles—all held by the Bloodline. That's not just gold; it's power. And tonight, SmackDown will witness the continuation of our reign."

Kayla nodded at Roman's words, the atmosphere heavy with the weight of the Bloodline's presence. She then turned her attention to you, the Raw Women's Champion.

"And Y/N, after a brutal match against Shayna Baszler at WrestleMania, what's your mindset coming into SmackDown?"

You took the mic from Kayla, a confident smirk playing on your lips. The arena was filled with a mix of cheers and boos, a testament to the polarizing effect of your allegiance to the Tribal Chief.

"My mindset, Kayla?" you responded, your voice steady.

"It's simple. I'm here to dominate. Shayna threw everything she had at me, but I'm still standing here with this championship around my waist. The darkness within me is stronger than ever, and tonight, I'll prove that I'm not just a champion, I'm not just the princess of pain; I'm the queen of this division.

And Shayna thought that she could break me like Ronda tried to break me, but all she did was fuel the fire within. And the only way she's gonna get another shot at this title, is if she wins the 4 way match tonight. But trust me, I'm not planning on letting go of this gold anytime soon."

Shayna had thought you were still the same women who Ronda beat 2 years ago, and thought it would be a cakewalk to take your title from you. But you quickly proved her wrong when you fought her in a street fight and made her pass out in her own hold and regret underestimating you.

The scars from that match still adorned your body, but they were badges of honor, that not only marked your resilience but also sent a message to the entire Women's Division that you have been sending for the past 2 years—that you are willing to break anyone who stands in your way.

You laughed, a confident and almost menacing tone to it, as if daring anyone to challenge your reign, and Kayla shifted her focus to Jey and Jimmy, the Tag Team Champions, who stood beside you with smirks mirroring your own.

"And what about The Usos?" Kayla inquired. "What's next for the Tag Team Champions?"

Jey took the mic, his voice filled with the same confidence that you had. "You know, Kayla, it's like this. We're the best tag team in the world, and them titles around our waists ain't going anywhere. We proved it at WrestleMania, and we'll keep proving it. Ain't nobody gonna take these titles from us." Jey finished by wrapping an arm around your shoulder, making you automatically lean into his side, a small smile playing on your lips.

Jimmy nodded in agreement, a smirk playing on his face. "That's right. We're here to dominate the tag team division. Ain't no team stepping up to the Bloodline and coming out on top. We're family, and that bond makes us unstoppable."

Kayla nodded, turning back to Roman. "And Roman, Drew Mycintire has made it clear that he wants another shot at the Universal Championship. What are your thoughts on that?"

Roman chuckled, a low and menacing sound. "Drew McIntyre wants another shot, huh?"

He shook his head with a smirk. "Drew, you had your chance, and you failed. This is the Bloodline's era, and I'm not wasting my time on someone who couldn't get the job done the first time. If he wants another shot, he needs to prove himself. Maybe he can start by going through Jey here." Roman gestured towards Jey, who nodded in agreement.

Jey stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the camera. "Drew, if you want a shot at the Universal Championship, you gotta go through me first. And I promise you, it won't be an easy task."

Jimmy chimed in, "And even if you manage to get through Jey, I'll be waiting for you. Y/N will be waiting for you. Roman will be waiting for you. The Head of the Table doesn't waste his time on anyone who doesn't deserve it."

You leaned in, the Raw Women's Championship glinting in the arena lights, as you added your final words. "So, Drew, Shayna, if you guys want to have another shot at our titles, try to fracture our dominance, just know that you'll have to go through each one of us before you even get close."

Roman paused before continuing, a smirk on his face. " Good luck tonight, cause wherever the Bloodline goes, goes, gold follows, and we don't plan on letting go anytime soon."

With those final words, you flipped your curly hair and joined the boys and Paul in leaving Kayla, who watched as the 4 of you walked away with an air of dominance and confidence.

You were on top of the world, as you had been for the past 2 years. Women have tried to dethrone you, but none succeeded. Kevin was finally no longer a thorn in your side as he had gone to do his own thing on Raw, and you were glad for that. You wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but you missed him, and were glad when his feud with Roman ended, not wanting him to keep getting hurt. But you now had The Bloodline, who you trusted and knew wouldn’t stab you in the back, unlike him.

You were the epitome of dominance, the queen of the division, and with the Bloodline by your side, there seemed to be no end to your reign, and nothing was gonna stop that.

Yet there was a certain someone watching you on the screen that would beg to differ.

It was Sami Zayn, who was trying to become the number one contender for the universal Championship.

"How dare Drew try to take my spot?" Sami angrily muttered to himself. But then a lightbulb went off in his head, and an idea quickly formed If he couldn't beat Drew directly, maybe he could indirectly influence the outcome, and in the process, get his best friend back.

You sucked in a breath as Jey pressed the cold ice pack onto your rib, pushing it when you tried to move away.

You were still hurting from your match with Shayna, and despite you claiming you were fine, Jey insisted on taking care of you. Roman and Paul were talking amongst themselves, while Jimmy was talking to Trinity on the phone, and you and Jey were sitting in the cor ner of the locker room.

“You’re taking it easy tonight.” It wasn’t a question, it was a demand from Jey, his voice firm. You rolled your eyes but winced at the movement.

"Fine, Nurse Jey," you teased, earning a playful glare from him. He continued to apply the ice pack, his touch gentle despite the playful banter.

“I’m serious, Y/N. No getting physically involved with Drew or any of the women. I don’t want you getting hurt any more than you already are,” Jey said, his tone firm and protective.

You sighed, recognizing the concern in his eyes. “But I know Drew is gonna already be mad and take it out on you. I can’t just stand there and watch.”

“I said no.” You opened your mouth to protest but Jey cut you off with a stern look. “Baby, you gotta listen to me on this. We got this handled. Roman is dealing with Drew, and Jimmy and I will take care of anyone else. You need to focus on healing up.”

You huffed, not entirely happy with the decision, but you knew Jey had a point. You leaned back, wincing slightly as you adjusted your position.

“Alright, Nurse Jey. I'll behave tonight.” You gave him a half-smile, acknowledging his concern.

“Good.” Jey finally seemed satisfied, setting the ice pack aside. He then leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I just don’t like seeing you hurt. I’m sorry if I gave you some lip. I just don't want you getting yourself hurt."

You softened at Jey's words, the protective side of him always managing to melt your defenses. "I know, Jey. And I appreciate it. I just don't want anyone to hurt you." You leaned in and kissed him softly, a gesture of reassurance.

Jey chuckled into the kiss, the tension in the air dissipating. "I can take care of myself, princess." He mumbled against your lips as he pulled away.

"I know you can," you replied with a playful grin. "But it doesn't hurt to have a little extra protection."

Jey raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Extra protection, huh? I like the sound of that."

You playfully swatted his chest. "Not like that, dumbass. I meant keeping your hot headedness in check.

Jey rolled his eyes playfully, but brought you into another quick kiss. "I can't promise to tone down the hot-headedness, but I'll try to be careful for you."

You smiled, appreciating the compromise. "That's all I ask."

Jey smirked, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Can't wait to see yo fine ass on commentary, tonight. This top is gonna be the death of me."

You chuckled, feeling the warmth of Jey's playful banter. "Maybe I should start my own commentary on your matches. 'And here we have Jey Uso, looking all fine as he kicks some ass in the ring.'"

Jey laughed, a genuine and carefree sound. "You'd make a great commentator, princess. Better than those clowns on TV."

You grinned, enjoying the lighthearted moment before the intensity of the night's events. "Well, maybe I'll consider it after I retire from in-ring action."

Jey nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Be at commentary for my match too, not just the ladies?" His voice was soft, a hint of vulnerability beneath the playful tone.

"Of course, Jey," you replied sincerely, meeting his gaze. "I'll be there for your match too. Cheering you on from the commentary table."

Jey's smile widened, a genuine appreciation in his eyes. "That's all I need, princess."

"Are you lovebirds finally done with your little chat?" Roman's deep voice interrupted, a smirk playing on his lips as he entered the conversation.

Jey rolled his eyes at Roman's teasing. "Just making sure she doesn't get involved where she shouldn't."

Roman chuckled, his gaze shifting to you. "He's right. Don't get involved physically, Y/N. Drew is expecting that. Mind games are more effective. Let him get frustrated, and we'll handle the rest in the ring."

"Yeah, lovebirds. Listen to him." Jimmy smirked as he joined the conversation. You rolled your eyes at his teasing. "Says the person who was just talking to Trinity on the phone," you retorted, earning a playful glare from Jimmy.

"Alright, Alright." Roman interrupted the banter, standing up and stretching. The atmephosre immediately turned serious. You hopped off the bench, feeling a bit more refreshed after the ice treatment.

"Let's get ready," Roman declared, his authoritative tone taking over. "Y/N, remember what we talked about. Jey, Jimmy, be on the lookout for any interference. We don't want any surprises tonight."

The three of you nodded in unison, and you dapped Jimmy and Roman up, and when you did the same with Jey you intertwined your fingers and brought him into a quick but reassuring kiss. "See you guys later." You smiled at them before heading towards the gorilla position, where you'd make your entrance for the night and make sure Shayna didn't win.

The arena was buzzing with energy as your music hit, and you walked out with the Raw Women's Championship draped over your shoulder, the crowd's cheers and boos echoing through the arena.

You mockingly blew kisses at the fans as you waved at Shayna, Rhea, Sonya and Liv. Liv was the only one to wave back, the others maintained a stern expression. Shayna glared at you, screaming about how she was gonna beat them and take your title.

You made your way to commentary, smirking as you settled into the commentary chair, slipping on the headset. Michael Cole greeted you with a professional smile.

"Welcome, Y/N, It's great to have you here on commentary tonight," Michael Cole said, his voice carrying through the arena's sound system. "Who here would you want to face and defend your title against?"

"Well it's definelty not against someone like Shayna Baszler again," you responded with a confident smirk. "I've already proven that I can handle her. As for who's next, well, I'm open to challenges. Anyone who thinks they can step up to the queen and take this championship, feel free to try."

You made sure to keep an eye out for anyone else, you weren't stupid, you knew where Shayna was Ronda was likely not far behind, and you were tired of facing them.

So, you waited for the perfect time. When you saw Shayna was about to steal the victory on Sonya cause Liv and Rhea were too focused on each other to notice.

That's when you decided to make your move and disqualify everyone from the match. None of them would get a clean win, and you'd walk away with your title still intact and not have to defend it from them.

Standing up from the commentary table, you grabbed the Raw Women's Championship, a wicked grin on your face that fell when seemingly out of nowhere, Drew stood in front of you, a smirk on his face as you glared at him.

"Move." You snarled at him, trying to move past him, but he held his ground, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Not so fast, Y/N," Drew said, his tone taunting. "I saw what you were planning. Trying to save your title by getting everyone disqualified? That's not how a true champion operates."

You scowled at Drew, frustration building up. "Stay out of my business, McIntyre. This doesn't concern you."

Drew chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. "Oh, it concerns me, all right. Cause earlier Roman said I have to go through all members of the Bloodline if I want another shot at the Universal Championship. And well, starting with you seems like a good idea."

You gritted your teeth, annoyed at Drew's interference. Time was ticking, and you needed to act fast to salvage your plan. Before Drew could react, you swung the Raw Women's Championship, aiming for his head. However, he ducked just in time, and the title belt collided with the steel ring post, creating a loud clang.

You tried to capitalize off your distraction and go to the ring but Drew was quick to grab your arm, pulling you back. It wasn't enough to hurt, Drew wouldn't injure you on purpose, but it was a firm grip to keep you from escaping.

"Let go of me, McIntyre!" You growled, struggling against his hold. Your frustration grew as your plan unraveled.

Drew smirked, enjoying the control he had over the situation. "Make me."

The two of you were so caught up in your struggle that neither of you noticed Ronda slipping inside the ring from the back and holding Shayna's feet on the ropes as she pinned Sonya, the ref not noticing her interference.

The bell ringing made you and Drew turn to the ropes to see Shayna and Ronda out of the ring and laughing gleefully at the win. Your frustration reached its peak as you realized your plan had not only failed but backfired spectacularly, and it was all Drew's fault. God, why couldn't Ronda and Shayna just leave you alone?

As Shayna and Ronda gloated outside the ring, Drew released his grip on you, a satisfied smirk on his face. You shot him a furious glare, your initial plan of costing everyone the match so you wouldn't have to deal with the 2 of them ompletely foiled.

"You might want to focus on your own problems, Y/N," Drew taunted, pointing to your belt that laid on the ground, a visible dent on one side from its collision with the ring post.

You seethed with anger, feeling the frustration boiling inside you. Drew had not only disrupted your plan but also humiliated you in the process.

You screamed in anger, slamming your fist against the barricade as you watched Shayna and Ronda celebrate their underhanded victory. "Jey is gonna destroy you!" You yelled at Drew, who was leaned against the ring apron, a smug expression on his face.

Drew laughed, seemingly unfazed by your threat. "Let him try. I'm not afraid of the Bloodline. And as for you, Y/N, take this as a warning to not concern yourself in in my business with Roman like you have done with his other competitors. Cause I'm not like other challengers. I won't let anyone interfere in my quest for the Universal Championship."

You shot Drew a venomous look but decided against engaging in any further confrontation. He was twice your size, and a direct physical altercation wouldn't end well, especially with your current state after the match with Shayna.

With a final glare, you picked up your dented Raw Women's Championship, ignoring Drew's lingering presence, and made your way backstage.

The anger and frustration lingered, simmering beneath the surface as you walked through the backstage area. You slammed locker room doors, your mind racing with thoughts of revenge and payback.

"Asshole." You yelled out as you slammed open the locker room door, not looking at the guys and pacing angrily.

"Did you see what that idiot did to me!" You bellowed out, dropping your title on the table. You still hadn't looked up, still too deep into your frustration. "He messed up everything, and now Shayna and Ronda are celebrating a win they didn't earn!"

You kicked the chair in frustration, sitting down on the bench with a huff and running your hands across your face. "And then he damaged my title! Then he had the nerve to give me a warning about staying out of his business with Roman! Can you believe that?"

You were handed a water bottle and, you took it and took a long swig, the cool liquid doing little to ease the fire of anger burning within you as you finally looked up.

"Thank you Sami- Sami!?" You choked on your drink as you saw Sami standing in the locker room, Roman, Jimmy, and Jey sitting there, their faces also a mix of confusion.

But Jey's also had a hint of anger as he stared at Sami, who was standing with a mischevious grin, but also scared look in his eyes, like he didn't know whether you were gonna beat his ass or not, but he was willing to take the risk anyways.

"What is he doing here?" You turned to Roman, who was sitting with a raised eyebrow, his gaze shifting between you and Sami. Sami, sensing the tension in the room, cleared his throat nervously.

"I came here to acknowledge the Tribal Chief, and acknowledge his position as the Head of the Table," Sami declared, attempting to sound formal but failing miserably under the intense scrutiny of the Bloodline.

Roman leaned back, his expression unreadable. "Is that so?"

Sami nodded, still trying to maintain a composed demeanor. "Yes, and I wanted to propose a truce. A collaboration, if you will."

You couldn't help but scoff at Sami's audacity. "Umm, did I suddenly fall and hit my head? Is this some kind of alternate universe of delusionalness that Sami is living in?"

You stood up and glared at Sami, your frustration with the earlier events now directed at the unexpected presence of the master stragestist and your former best friend.

Roman held up a hand, signaling for you to calm down. You huffed at him, but Jey grabbed you and sat you on his lap before you would do something you would regret later.

"Explain yourself, Sami," Roman demanded, his gaze piercing through Sami's attempts at diplomacy.

Sami shifted nervously, realizing the need to provide a convincing explanation. "Well, it's simple. Drew has been a thorn in my side, and I know he's coming after Roman. My reputation has been blown because of Drew these past few weeks, and everyone thinks I'm scared of him but I'm not!

And I know he's w he's coming after Roman. If we take him down together, it benefits both of us. I get rid of Drew, and you maintain your dominance. Plus, I can help you deal with any other nuisances that might come your way, such as R-Kbro. You didn't hear it from me, but they are planning on taking the tag titles from the uses and unifying them, and if you ask me, they are the most undeserving self centered pieces of shit ever."

Roman raised an eyebrow, considering Sami's proposal. "And what do you get out of this, Sami?"

You scoffed, but Jey tightened his grip on you, silently signaling for you to let Roman handle the situation.

Sami's eyes darted between Roman and you, his confidence wavering. "Well, besides getting rid of Drew, I was hoping we could, you know, rekindle our friendship. I've realized the value of having powerful allies, and I think being on good terms with the Bloodline could open up new opportunities for me."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. The past 2 years you had spent building your own empire within the Women's Division, and had to make the difficult decision to leave Sami behind.

And now he was here, acting like the past didn't matter, proposing a truce and pretending like everything could go back to how it was. Was he planning revenge on you for abandoning your friendship, or was this just another one of his schemes?

Roman's gaze remained fixed on Sami, a thoughtful expression on his face. After a moment of silence, he leaned forward, his voice low and authoritative. "And you would take out Drew for us? Just like that?"

Sami nodded eagerly, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "Yes, exactly! I know his weaknesses, his strategies. I can be an asset to the Bloodline in taking him down."

Roman leaned back, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Interesting proposition, Sami. But let me make one thing clear. We don't need anyone's help to handle our business. If we decide to take down Drew, it'll be on our terms, not because we need you."

Sami swallowed nervously, sensing the skepticism in the room. "I understand, Roman. I just thought it could be a mutually beneficial arrangement." Sami's eyes went to you at the last line, a hint of sadness and regret in his gaze. Jey glared at Sami when he looked at you, his protective instincts kicking in.

"Mutually beneficial my ass. You're just trying to save your own skin, dumbass." Jey spat at Sami, jealousy and annoyance evident in his tone. Damn, you could feel the tension between them rising, and they barely even had any interaction. Sami shifted uncomfortably under Jey's intense gaze.

"Yo, Jey chill out." Jimmy interjected, trying to diffuse the growing tension.

Roman raised a hand, signaling for everyone to calm down. "Enough, all of you." The room went silent, and Roman's gaze shifted between you, Jey, Jimmy, and Sami. "Sami, we'll consider your proposal. But don't think for a moment that you're indispensable. We've handled our business just fine without you."

Sami nodded, looking relieved that Roman didn't outright reject his proposition. "Thank you so much for considering Roman! I just want a fair chance to prove myself to you," His eyes shifted to you, and sadness filled them when he saw Jey rubbing your back soothingly. "And to her."

Jey glared at Sami, but before he could say anything, Roman spoke again. "We'll let you know, Sami. Now, leave us."

Sami nodded and quickly exited the locker room, leaving you, Jey, Jimmy, and Roman in a tense silence. Roman broke the silence with a sigh.

"Say what you want to say, Y/N." Roman knew you were dying to express your thoughts on Sami's unexpected appearance and proposition.

You took a deep breath, your frustration still lingering, but you knew this wasn't the time to let it out on Roman or anyone else in the room. "Roman, are you seriously considering teaming up with him? After everything he did?"

Roman leaned back, his expression serious. "I'm considering all options, Y/N. Sami might be a snake, but if he can help us take down Drew and further solidify our dominance, I'll use him for that purpose. We don't need to trust him, but we can use him to our advantage."

You huffed in frustration, not entirely satisfied with Roman's response. Jey's grip on you tightened, a silent reassurance that he had your back.

"I don't like it either, Y/N, but if it helps us deal with Drew, then it's worth considering," Jimmy chimed in, his voice calm but firm. He was always the peacemaker of the group, trying to find common ground. "We'll keep an eye on Sami. If he tries anything, we shut him down. Simple as that."

You shot Jimmy a look, still unconvinced. "He's just gonna stab me in the back the first chance he get's. He wants to get revenge on me for leaving him behind." You didn't let yourself believe anything else. You knew Sami was very forgiving, but you couldn't get caught up in past sentiments. You had built your own path, and Sami's sudden return threatened the stability you had achieved.

Roman nodded, understanding the concerns. "We'll be cautious, Y/N. No one gets a free pass, especially not someone like Sami. But for now, our focus is on dealing with Drew and maintaining our dominance on SmackDown."

Jey finally spoke up, his voice a low growl. "If Sami tries anything against you, he's gonna have to deal with me." You moved off of his lap and sat beside him, seeing the angry look on his face. "I saw the way his dumbass was looking at

you. I shoulda beat his ass."

"Jey," Roman interrupted, sensing Jey's hot headed side about to get the best of him. He didn't need any uncessary fights. He needed Jey to focus on taking out Drew. "We handle things strategically. Tonight, you focus on Drew, not Sami. Get ready for your match. And Y/N, keep an eye on Sami. We don't trust him, but if he can be useful against Drew, we'll use him."

You internally scowled at Roman's decision, but you knew better than to argue further. The Bloodline always had a plan, and you had to trust Roman's leadership.

"Fine," you replied, your tone still tinged with frustration.

"Good." Roman clasped his hands together, the air in the locker room heavy with the weight of the upcoming battles. "Let's focus on tonight. Jey, handle Drew. Y/N, stay vigilant with Sami. We'll deal with each challenge as it comes. This is our show, and no one gets in the way of the Bloodline."

The intensity of Roman's words resonated in the locker room. Jey nodded, a determined look in his eyes. Jimmy chimed in with a supportive nod. You sighed, reluctantly accepting the plan, but your mind was already racing with thoughts of Sami and the potential risks he brought to the Bloodline.

"Good luck, baby." You turned to Jey and gave him a good luckkiss, the lingering frustration momentarily replaced by a mixture of concern and affection. Jey smiled, appreciating the support, and then stood up, ready to face Drew in the upcoming match.

You ran your hand over your face and let out a groan when everyone dispersed. You know what? You were gonna take care of this Sami problem before it even became a problem. You stood up, heading towards the door with determination in your steps. The arena was still buzzing with the aftermath of the chaotic match, but you had your sights set on finding Sami.

As you walked through the backstage area, the anger and frustration that had been building up since your failed plan and the unexpected encounter with Sami continued to fuel your determination. Spotting Sami in the corridor, you quickened your pace, the clacking of your boots echoing through the hallway. Sami turned around, a surprised look on his face, realizing that you were heading straight towards him.

"Y/N, hey!" Sami greeted, attempting to sound casual, but the nervousness in his eyes betrayed his facade.

You stopped in front of him, your expression stern. "Sami, we need to talk."

Sami gulped, glancing around as if searching for an escape route. He knew a slap was probably coming. "Talk? About what?"

You took him by the arm and pulled him into an empty room, shutting the door behind you. The atmosphere in the room became tense as you crossed your arms, fixing Sami with an intense gaze. "Just get it over with."

Sami shot you a confused look. "Get what over with?"

You rolled your eyes, losing patience. "The whole 'rekindling our friendship' act, Sami. If you wanted to get revenge, you should have just said it outright. Don't play games with me."

"I'm not playing any games." Sami shot back at you defensively, his eyes wide with genuine surprise. "Why would I try to get revenge on you?"

Your eyes narrowed at Sami, skepticism evident in your expression. "You're telling me that after all these years, you suddenly want to be friends again just out of the blue? After I left you behind? And you conveniently when you need something from the Bloodline?"

Sami sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Y/N, I get it. I messed up when you left, and I went down a different path. But I've realized that I need powerful allies, and the Bloodline is the most dominant force in the WWE, and if aligning with them also means being best friends with you again, then so be it."

You scoffed, finding it hard to believe Sami's sudden change of heart. If you were him, you wouldhave a hard time trusting someone who had left you behind for their own ambitions. "I don't buy it, Sami. You're not fooling anyone with this act. What's your real game here?"

Sami sighed again, frustration evident in his expression. "I told you, I'm not playing any games. I need the Bloodline's help to deal with Drew, and if it means mending our friendship, then fine. But there's no hidden agenda here."

You remained skeptical, the tension in the room palpable. His soft voice was threading to break your resolute stance. You needed to believe that Sami just wanted to get revenge, cause if you didn't that would jeopardize the stability you had worked hard to achieve within the Bloodline.

"Look, Y/N," Sami continued, his tone sincere. I get why you left, I really do, and I don't fault you for it. But ever since you did, I've lost matches, opportunities, and respect. I don't want revenge on you; I just want a chance to make things right and maybe, just maybe, be a part of something powerful again."

You stared at Sami, conflicted emotions swirling within you. The past memories of your friendship with Sami clashed with the skepticism born out of the betrayals you experienced. Could it be possible he actually forgave you for your rightful wrongdoings?

You didn't answer him, and Sami sighed, licking his lips nervously. "Look, I miss my reputation being intact, but I also miss you. And I know you missed me too."

You glowered at him. "I do not miss you."

Sami raised an eyebrow at you, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Then why are you here, listening to what I have to say?" he asked, a confident yet desperate glint in his eyes. "Why did you drag me in here and let me plead my case if you don't care at all?"

The room fell into a heavy silence, tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Sami's gaze bore into you, searching for any sign of vulnerability, while you grappled with conflicting emotions.

You thought of something you could say to rebut his plea, something that would assert your strength and independence. But for the first time in a long time, you were speechless.

Sami leaned back, his confident demeanor faltering as he waited for your response. The room seemed to close in around you, amplifying the intensity of the moment. Finally, you broke the silence, your voice measured and cold.

"I am not here for you, Sami. I am not even here for myself," you declared, your eyes narrowing. "I am here for Roman, and that's the truth."

Sami's eyes widened in a mix of frustration and realization. He leaned forward, placing his hands on the table, attempting to regain control of the situation. "And what did he tell you?"

Sami drummed his fingers impatiently on the table, his gaze piercing through you. "He told you that he could use me to hurt Drew and then he could discard me like the trash he thinks I am right? But you don't want me to get hurt, which is why you are trying to stop me from even aligning with the Bloodline."

Damn him and his ability to read you like a book.

You remained composed, refusing to let his words shake you. Instead of denying his words, you set your hands on top of his on the table, holding them firmly to stop his agitated drumming.

Your eyes locked in a heated stare down, your hands were burning with each others touches, and you let out a calm exhale before responding. "Stay away from the Bloodline, Sami."

Sami just gave you a wry smile, his eyes still searching yours for any signs of weakness. He slowly pulled his hands away from yours, maintaining eye contact. "I can stay away from them, but I can't stay away from you." He bit his lower lip, a mix of frustration and longing in his eyes.

You scoffed at his declaration, disentangling your hands from his. "Don't mistake my concern for weakness, Sami. This isn't about you and me. It's about protecting what matters to me, and that includes Roman."

Sami leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression replacing the frustration on his face. "You know, deep down, you still care about me. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here, trying to convince me to stay away from the Bloodline. And you know I care about you too."

Your patience was wearing thin. "Goodbye, Sami. If I were you, I would realize that my loyalty lies with Roman, not with the shadows of our past."

That was a lie, but you needed to assert your allegiance to Roman, even if it meant distorting the truth. Sami's gaze lingered on you for a moment, and you could sense the internal struggle within him. As you turned to leave, he spoke in a softer tone, devoid of the usual confidence.

"Ronda and Shayna are planning to attack you in 5 minutes in the B-Hallway. Be careful."

You halted in your tracks, your back still turned to Sami. A mixture of surprise and suspicion crossed your face. "Why are you telling me this?"

Sami sighed, his tone genuine. "I told you, I care about you. I overheard them talking, and I couldn't let them catch you off guard. I don't want to see you get hurt."

He stood up and grabbed something from next to him, and tossed you an ice pack from a small cooler, and then a kendo stick. "Just in case," he added. "I know you never back down from a fight."

You caught the ice pack and kendo stick with a reflex honed through years of combat. Despite the situation, a small part of you acknowledged Sami's concern.

As you turned to face him, you questioned, "Why didn't you just let them get the drop on me? I just yelled at you, didn't I? It's not like you owe me anything."

Sami's expression softened, and he ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit of his. "Because even if you hurt me, I'll take the pain if it means keeping you safe. Call it whatever you want, but that's the truth."

You hesitated, the conflicting emotions resurfacing as your hand tightened around the ice pack. Sami's words echoed in your mind, and for a moment, you saw a vulnerability in him that you hadn't expected. The past rushed back, the shared history and the complicated emotions.

Your eyes landed on the TV behind you, which was showing Drew attacking Jey after Jey lost the match. Your eyes went back to Sami, and despite your brain telling you to just leave and not trust him, there was a flicker of doubt in your heart.

"Go help him." Your words made Sami freeze for a moment, surprise evident on his face. You nodded toward the TV, where Drew was beating Jey to a pulp. "Grab that other kendo stick, take out Drew, and get your reputation back."

Sami studied your expression, searching for any deception or hidden agenda. After a tense moment, he nodded, a mix of gratitude and determination in his eyes. "Thank you."

You nodded in acknowledgment, and knew if you smiled at him you would be betraying the stoic facade you worked so hard to maintain. "Don't mention it."

With that, you turned on your heel and left the room, leaving Sami to his thoughts and the impending confrontation with Drew.

God, what did you just do? You didn't have time to dwell on it, cause you saw Ronda rounding the corner, and accompanied by Shayna.

You tightened your grip on the kendo stick, focusing on the immediate threat in front of you, and when they approached, went to town on beating their asses.

Damn Sami and his kindess, was the last thought you had before the chaotic brawl consumed you. He makes it so hard to hate him.

But you would try your hardest to pretend like you did, not just to protect yourself, but also to protect him.

Over the next couple of months, Sami had been trying everything to get accepted into the Bloodline, but you remained steadfast in keeping him at a distance.

Jimmy liked Sami- he thought he was funny and charismatic. Roman wouldn't admit it, but he appreciated Sami's skills in the ring and knew Sami was growing on him. Solo, the new edition to the group who instantly clicked with you and took a liking to you and saw you as a sister- liked Sami. A lot.

Even Paul was secretly amused by Sami's persistent attempts to join the Bloodline. Despite their initial rejection, Sami had managed to secure matches against common adversaries, and his performances were impressive.

But the only people that didn't accept him were you and Jey. Everyone knew you and Sami's relationship was strained, and weren't surprised when you continued to resist his attempts to be part of the Bloodline. Jey, on the other hand, had his own reasons for holding a grudge against Sami.

He was jealous. Point blank and simple. Jey couldn't stand the idea of Sami, someone from your past, trying to weasel his way into the tight-knit circle of the Bloodline. He didn't like someone trying to get into HIS FAMILY. And he didn't like someone pushing up on HIS GIRL.

Everyone could see the chemistry between you and Sami, even if you tried to keep him at a distance. When you guys had tag matches together, it was undeniable that you two moved with a synchronicity that spoke of years of partnership.

Sami took hits for all the members of the Bloodline, but it was no secret he took the most hits for you from the women. Whenever you were backstage, Sami would be there, offering you a bottle of water or a supportive pat on the back.

Then Jey would glare at him from a distance, clenching his fists in frustration. He would tell those stupid jokes that made the rest of his family break character, and he would see you try not to laugh.

It bothered Jey to no end that Sami could make you smile, could break through your tough exterior even after everything that happened in the past. That should be him making you laugh, he thought. That should be him offering you support and being by your side.

You would reassure Jey that there was nothing between you and Sami, that it was all in the past, that you guys were friends and nothing more in the past, but Jey couldn't shake off the jealousy that gnawed at him. He knew you wouldn't try anything, but he couldn't ignore the undeniable connection between you and Sami. It fueled his resentment and made him act out in ways that even surprised himself.

It all came to a head one night during a promo where you, Roman, Jimmy, Jey, Paul, Sami and Solo were in the ring, and Roman finally decided to address the elephant in the room. The tension was palpable as Roman stared at Sami, his gaze unwavering.

"Let's address the obvious," Roman began, his voice commanding attention. "Sami, you've been persistent in trying to join the Bloodline. You've proven yourself in the ring, and some members of this family seem to have warmed up to you." Roman's eyes flickered toward Jimmy and Solo, acknowledging their sentiments. "But there are others who aren't so sure."

He turned to you, and for a moment, his stern expression softened. "Y/N, Jey, Sami, you guys are each gonna say your piece, and then we'll decide."

The spotlight shifted to you first. You licked your lips, gathering your thoughts for the impending revelation. The atmosphere in the ring was thick with anticipation as all eyes focused on you.

"Sami," you began, your voice measured but firm. "I've known you for a long time, and our history is complicated. You've made choices that hurt me, choices I can't forget. But," you paused, locking eyes with Sami, "I also can't deny the times you've had my back, especially recently."

Jey shot you a sharp look, his jaw clenched. You continued,"I won't pretend that there's no bond between us. We've been through too much together. However, my loyalty lies with Roman and the Bloodline. And if Roman think you are worthy to be a part of this family, I'll respect his decision. But," you emphasized, "if you ever betray us, Sami, you won't get a second chance."

Sami nodded, understanding the weight of your words. You could feel Jey's glare on you, and you gave him a stern look, silently conveying that you were doing what you believed was right for the family.

The spotlight shifted to Sami, who took a deep breath before speaking. "So uh, I'll start with Y/N. Look, I know your expecting me to get revenge on you, to hurt you. And I get that, I get why you've been dodging me. But I don't want to get revenge on you! I don't know how many times I need to spell it out for you before you believe me. I like you! I care for you! I want to be your best friend again! I want to be there for you like I used to be. I know our past is a bit messy, but I have never betrayed you in the ring. Yeah, I've made mistakes outside of it, but in that squared circle, I've always had your back. And I can keep having it, not just for you, but for the whole Bloodline."

Sami stepped closer to you, his eyes pleading for understanding. "Whatever doubts you might have about me, Y/N, just give me a chance to prove myself. We've been friends for over 20 years. Don't you think that means something?"

Sami moved closer to you, and Jey was seething with anger on the sidelines, his fists clenched so tight that his knuckles turned white, and turned even whiter when Sami placed a hand on your shoulder, his brown eyes boring into you and making your own eyes soften. "Don't I mean something to you?"

You stiffened at Sami's touch, the conflict within you reaching its peak. The weight of his words and the memories of your shared history tugged at your resolve. You shot a quick glance at Jey, who was practically seething with jealousy.

"Jey." Roman warned him, who looked like he was ready to pounce on Sami right then and there. Sami took a step back, removing his hand from your shoulder as the tension in the ring heightened, and turned to Jey.

"So, uh, look, I’ll be honest; I don’t understand what’s going on here. I… I like you! Man, I like you; I’ve always liked you! And we’ve always gotten along, and ever since I started hanging out with the Bloodline, I don’t know what it is, but you just… can’t seem to stand me, and I don’t understand it! Everybody- Jimmy seems fine, Solo seems fine, Y/N, well, she's got her reservations, but she's willing to give me a chance. But at least she doesn't get in my face and try to intimidate me all the time!" Sami's frustration was evident as he addressed Jey. "Thank you." Sami told Paul who patted Sami's back in a comforting manner as Jey scowled, ready to explode.

"Seriously, whatever… whatever I… whatever I did, I’m sorry. Can we just be cool? Can we just… can we bury the hatchet once and for all?”

Sami extended his hand to Jey, a gesture that surprised everyone in the ring. The tension was thick, and all eyes were on Jey as he contemplated Sami's outstretched hand.

But you knew Jey better than anyone, and you saw the storm of conflicting emotions in his eyes. Pride, jealousy, anger, and a hint of vulnerability, and knew he wouldn't be too receptive of Sami's outstretched hand.

"Sami, you got about two seconds to get your hand out my face." Jey threatened, his voice dripping with hostility. "I don't like you! Huh? I don’t like your hair, I don’t like your face, I don’t like that shirt you wear! Hey hey, I don’t like him being around my family every single week! My dawg this, my dawg that! Hey,” he moved towards Sami, who had lowered his hand and was now facing the full force of Jey's ire. "How you think you’re part of the Bloodline, if you ain’t blood?!”

Your heart dropped at Jey's harsh words, and your face betrayed a mix of frustration and sadness. Guess Jey truly thought weren't apart of the Bloodline, after all.

Jey didn't notice your face fall, as he kept ranting at Sami. "Hey hey hey! Newsflash for you, Sami: you never will be, Uce! You don’t belong here! Don’t nobody in this group like you; I’m just the realist one to say it out loud — you’re a fake ass Uce!”

Sami's face fell at Jey's words, but Jey continued. The tension in the ring reached its peak, and everyone could feel the impending explosion.

“You know what the difference between you and me is? I shed blood for every single one of my family members in here, because it’s my family! Not yours! Huh?! Would you do it? Will you?!” he questioned angrily. “I’m asking you a question! Will-”

"Jey, calm down!" You tried to interrupt, stepping forward, but Jey's rage had reached its peak. He shoved you aside gently, not even sparing you a glance, and focused all his fury on Sami.

"Answer me! I told you to answer me!-"

“Why- Why are you yelling at me, huh?!” Sami shouted, his frustration boiling over. "Why are you yelling at Y/N, huh? What did she do?" The mention of your name from Sami made Jey's rage intensify. He stepped even closer to Sami, their faces inches apart.

"Don't think you can talk about her, Uce! You don't get to mention her name, you don't get to-" Jey's voice was a low growl, his anger barely contained.

"Why can't I mention her, huh? I've known her for 20 years, Jey! Longer than you have! So I'm pretty sure I have the right to talk about her! She's my friend, she's been my friend before you even knew her, Uce!" Sami shot back, refusing to back down.

Jey's eyes narrowed, his nostrils flaring with anger. "You're not her friend! You think I'm stupid? You think I ain't see the way you look at her? How you always tryna ki ki it up with her backstage? You think I'm blind?"

Sami's jaw clenched, his frustration giving way to a more somber expression. "Yeah Jey, that's what friends do. It's not my fault if you're too blinded by your jealousy to see that."

Oh god. You knew this was not going to end well. Jey's jealousy had reached a point where it was clouding his judgment, and Sami's persistent attempts to be a part of the Bloodline had triggered an explosive confrontation.

Jey's eye twitched at the word jealousy, and he moved closer to Sami, practically nose to nose. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"Jealous? You think I'm jealous?" Jey scoffed, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "You the one that keeps trying to weasel your way into my family, into MY LIFE. Tryna get up on MY GIRL. Now you wanna act like you ain't tryna push up on her, huh?"

Jey bellowed out, and Sami's frustration turned into a mix of shock and disbelief. Jey wasn't wrong, but Sami wasn't actively trying to get Y/N right this second. He just wanted his friend back right now.

“Your girl? Jey, we've been through this. Y/N and I are friends, nothing more. And you're delusional if you think otherwise. If you are insecure about our friendship, that's on you, not me."

Jey's face contorted with anger, and he looked like he was about to explode. "On me? Yeah, it's on me! ou don't know what it's like to be a part of this family, to shed blood, to sacrifice for each other. You don't know what it's like to protect what's yours, do you?" When Sami didn't answer, Jey snarled, "Answer me!"

“Why- Why are you yelling at me, huh?!” Sami glowered at Jey, his frustration reaching its peak. "Y/N was trying to make peace! I’m trying to make peace! The Tribal Chief says, he wants peace!”

“Man I don’t give a damn what the Tribal Chief say!”

You didn't know what was worse. Your heart that was rending apart at the sight of Jey and Sami at each other's throats or Roman's face that contorted into anger as he picked his head up at Jey's outburst. The atmosphere in the ring became unbearable as the tension escalated, and you felt a knot forming in your stomach.

"What did you say?" Roman, standing tall as the Tribal Chief, stepped forward, his eyes locked on Jey. "Nah, don't be quiet now. What did you say?"

Jey hesitated for a moment, the weight of Roman's gaze pressing down on him. He swallowed hard, realizing the gravity of his words. Roman moved closer to Jey, and it looked like he was about to deliver a reprimand that Jey wouldn't easily forget. The entire atmosphere in the ring shifted, and even Jimmy, Solo, and Paul, who were usually more laid back, became tense.

"He didn't mean what he said!" Sami surprisingly interjected, trying to defuse the situation. You blinked at Sami, you weren't expecting him to be the one to help Jey. Roman turned his piercing gaze toward Sami, his expression demanding an explanation. "Jey was just caught up in the moment. We all say things we don't mean when emotions are high." Sami clasped his hands together nervously, looking between Roman and Jey. "He was just venting his frustrations, and I get it. He just, wasn't being himself." Sami grabbed Jey's shoulder, giving him a look that silently pleaded for him to play along. "He just… wasn't feeling very ucey."

Jey, still seething with anger, shot a glare at Sami but reluctantly nodded. "Yeah, uce. I… I was just caught up in the moment. It's just…Sami's been getting on my nerves, and I let it get to me. My bad, Roman." Jey's tone was begrudgingly apologetic, but Roman's stern expression didn't waver.

Roman took a step back, his gaze shifting between Jey and Sami. "Is that what the problem is, Jey. You ain't feeling…ucey?" Roman's voice was calm, but the disappointment in his eyes was evident.

Jey shifted uncomfortably, not meeting Roman's eyes. Roman crossed his arms, the arena seeming to hold its breath at what Roman was about to say.

"You two need to work out your differences." Roman declared, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "We're family, and family doesn't break over personal issues. The two of you will have a match next week, and I expect that despite whoever wins or loses, you settle your problems in that ring. Leave it all there. If you don't, there will be consequences."

Roman's gaze lingered on both Jey and Sami before he turned to you. "Y'know what, to make sure we're all on the same page, Y/N, you're gonna be the special guest referee for that match. Keep things in order."

Your heart sank at Roman's decision. Being the special guest referee meant you would be in the middle of the chaos, responsible for maintaining order between Jey and Sami. Whoever lost would blame you for their defeat, and the tension among the Bloodline members would likely escalate.

You nodded in acknowledgment, not daring to voice your concerns. Roman's decision was final, and you had no choice but to fulfill your role as the special guest referee, even though you would be caught in the middle of 2 people you loved.

It felt like they weren't just fighting to settle their differences, they were fighting for a spot in your life.

And you didn't know who would win.

"So I'm not in the Bloodline, huh?" Jey took a second to process your words, but when he did his soft gaze he always had with you turned into a glare.

"Baby, you know I ain't meant it like that!"

"Really? Cause it sounded pretty clear to me." Your tone was sharp, hurt bubbling under the surface.

"I thought you'd get it!" Jey scoffed, his hand reaching out to touch your arm. You pulled away, not willing to let his touch soothe the hurt he had caused.

"Get what? How I'm not blood so my loyalty doesn't matter?" Your voice trembled with a mix of anger and sadness. "Do you really think that little of me, Jey?"

"No! Of course not!" Jey exclaimed, frustration evident in his expression. "It's not about that, and you know it."

"Then what is it about?" You crossed your arms, waiting for an explanation.

"It's about Sami tryna get on you, and get in this family, and everyone in this family is fooled by him. They don't see what I see. They don't see the way he's trying to play you, trying to use you to get what he wants, tryna use the family to get to the top."

You shook your head, disbelief written all over your face. "Again with Sami?" you sighed, feeling the frustration build up. "Jey, Sami, whether you like it or not, has proven to be a valuable allay, and has proven to be loyal-"

"Loyal?" Jey snorted, interrupting you. "Y/N, you're too blinded by your past with him to see what he's doing. I know him, and I know that he is just a fake ass uce."

Your frustration reached its peak. "Jey, you need to let go of your jealousy and trust my judgment. This isn't even about Sami, it's about you hurting me and you not acknowledging that. Did you know how I felt hearing you say I'm not part of the Bloodline? It hurt, Jey. I've been by your side, supporting you, and for you to dismiss me like that…"

Jey's expression softened as he took a step closer to you. "Baby, I didn't mean it like that. You are a huge part of my life, and I didn't mean to hurt you. I just… I'm trying to protect you. Sami is pushing my buttons, pushing you away from me, and I don't want him messing things up between us."

You looked at Jey, your eyes searching his for sincerity. "I get that you're protective, and I appreciate it, but you can't just dismiss my feelings. We need to communicate, Jey, or we'll keep hurting each other. And that means not jumping to conclusions and assuming the worst about Sami or anyone else."

Your words fell on deaf ears as Jey's stubbornness persisted.

"I don't care. I will communicate with you, but I don't want him around you, around us. "

You rolled your eyes, feeling the exhaustion of the ongoing conflict come back. "Oh my God, Jey. The only person pushing us apart is you. I can handle my relationships, and I can make my own decisions. If you can't trust me, then we have a bigger problem." You grabbed your bag and headed towards the exit. Jey followed you, frustration etched on his face.

"Where are you going, baby?" he called after you.

"I need some space, Jey. We both do," you replied, not bothering to turn around. The weight of the argument hung heavily in the air, and you needed time to clear your head.

Jey caught up to you, blocking your path. "You can't just walk away every time we have a disagreement."

"I'm not walking away; I'm taking a moment to breathe. We can't keep going in circles like this," you explained, your voice strained.

He reached out, grabbing your arm. "You ain't listening to me, Y/N. You're letting him get in your head."

You pulled your arm away, a mix of anger and hurt in your eyes. "Jey, this is not about Sami. This is about us and how we handle our issues. I need time, and if you can't respect that, then I don't know what else to say. You can room with Jimmy tonight, I'll find somewhere else to sleep."

Without waiting for a response, you pushed past Jey and made your way out of the building. The cool night air hit you as you stepped outside, but it did little to ease the turmoil inside you.

You sat in your car, not bothering to start the engine. The argument with Jey replayed in your mind, and the ache in your chest grew. You knew deep down that the issues between you and Jey went beyond Sami, and it was a reflection of the larger problems in your relationship.

As you sat there, lost in your thoughts, a light tap on the car window startled you. You turned to see Sami standing there, an apologetic look on his face.

"Y/N, can we talk?" Sami asked, his tone sincere. You hesitated for a moment, then nodded, opening the passenger door to let him in. Sami slid into the seat, and a heavy silence hung between you for a moment.

"Look, I don't want to add to your problems," Sami began, genuine concern in his eyes. "But I overheard your argument with Jey, and I just wanted to make sure you're okay."

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "I appreciate the concern, Sami. It's just… it's a mess. Jey, the Bloodline, and now you… I feel like I'm caught in the middle of a storm, and I don't know how to get through it." You sarcastically chuckled and looked at Sami, who was gazing at you with concern and something else in his eyes. "I don't even know why I'm telling you any of this. It's not like you and I have been best buddies lately."

Sami leaned back in the seat, giving you a knowing look. "Sometimes it's easier to talk to someone who's a bit more removed from the situation. I get it, Y/N. And I'm not blind to the fact that I've been a source of tension."

You shook your head. "It's not just you, Sami. Jey and I have our own issues, and adding you to the mix just makes it more complicated."

"I'm not asking you to choose sides or anything," Sami said, his gaze sincere. "But if you need someone to talk to or just vent, I'm here. I've known you for a long time, and I hate seeing you like this."

You sighed, feeling a strange mix of emotions. Your phone dinged, and you saw a text from Jey that read, "Fine, I'll room with Jimmy. Do whatever you want." The message only fueled your frustration, and you set the phone aside.

"What did he say?" You quirked an eyebrow at how Sami knew it was Jey that messaged you.

"You had that look on your face," Sami replied with a small smirk. "I'm not trying to pry, but if you want to talk about it, I'm here."

You appreciated Sami's offer, even though it felt odd considering your history. The genuine concern in his eyes was hard to ignore.

At your lack of a response, Sami gently placed a hand on your shoulder and switched gears. "Who are you rooming with tonight? I'd say Jey, but considering the heated argument, I'm guessing that's not an option."

You shook your head. "Definitely not Jey. He's rooming with Jimmy."

Sami nodded understandingly. "Well, you're not alone in this. If you need a place to crash or just some company, I've got a spare room in my hotel."

You arched an eyebrow, a mix of surprise and skepticism. "You have a spare room? Why?"

Sami chuckled. "Well, I always book two rooms just in case. I like having my own space. But in situations like this, it comes in handy. Consider it an insurance policy."

The offer was unexpected, and you couldn't deny the sincerity in Sami's eyes. You considered your options, weighing the pros and cons.

Spending the night alone in your own space could provide some much-needed solitude, but at the same time, the thought of facing your own thoughts in isolation was daunting.

Jey would not be happy with you sharing a room with Sami, but it was his fault considering he didn't apologize and left you roomless. And it's not like you would do anything bad with Sami.

"Alright," you finally conceded, "I appreciate it, Sami. I could use a distraction tonight."

Sami smiled, a genuine expression that seemed to lift the heaviness in the air. "No problem. Let's switch seats, and I'll give you a lift to the hotel. We both know you can't drive angry."

You glared at Sami for his accurate assessment, but a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Fine, but I'm driving back."

Sami chuckled, "Deal."

As you both switched seats, you couldn't help but wonder if Sami's offer was a genuine act of kindness or if there was something more to it. It felt like old t

imes when Sami would drive you for hours to the next city, and let you pick the worst music you knew.  The familiarity of the situation brought a mix of comfort and uncertainty. As you drove through the city, Sami kept the conversation light, discussing everything from random anecdotes to shared memories.

Upon reaching the hotel, Sami insisted on accompanying you inside, stating, "I want to make sure it's a decent place. Can't have my friend staying in a dump."

The hotel lobby was adorned with dim lights, giving it a cozy ambiance. After confirming that the accommodations met Sami's standards, you headed to the room.

Sami opened the door, and you were greeted by a surprisingly spacious and well-decorated room. It seemed Sami had a knack for choosing decent places. 

"Seems like your taste hasn't changed since the last time we traveled together," you remarked, half-teasingly.

Sami grinned, "Why fix something that ain't broken?"

You both chuckled, and as you settled into the room, there was a moment of awkward silence. The weight of unspoken words lingered in the air. Sami broke the silence, "Look, I know things have been weird between us, but I miss this, you know? Just hanging out, like old times."

You bit your lip, your nerves in overdrive. Do you admit that you missed it too, or do you keep your guard up? Sami's sincerity was evident, but there was still a layer of uncertainty. Taking a deep breath, you decided to be honest.

"Yeah, I miss it too," you admitted, meeting Sami's gaze. "It's been a while since we've just... hung out."

Sami's smile widened, and it seemed like a weight had been lifted off both your shoulders. "Good to hear." Sami sensed that there was more to be said, but for now, he opted to let the conversation flow naturally. "Do you wanna order some food? I'm starving, and room service here is usually pretty good."

You nodded in agreement, appreciating the diversion from the emotional tension. As Sami picked up the room service menu, you couldn't help but reflect on the unexpected turn of events. The night had started with frustration and anger, and now you found yourself in a hotel room with Sami, rediscovering the ease of your friendship.

"Do you mind if I shower? I feel like I've been on the road forever," you said, breaking your thoughts.

Sami shook his head, "No problem. Take your time. I'll order something for us in the meantime."

After a refreshing shower, you emerged from the bathroom to find the aroma of food wafting through the room. Sami had ordered an array of dishes, and the sight of it made your stomach growl.

"Hope you like a bit of everything," Sami grinned, handing you a plate. His eyes widened at the sight of you in a hoodie and pajama shorts that left little to the imagination. He choked on his food, and you quickly went to him and slapped his back to help him. Sami coughed a few times, still recovering from the surprise.

"Are you okay?" you asked, genuinely concerned.

Sami nodded, his eyes wide, "Yeah, just... you caught me off guard." You raised your eyebrow at the very poor excuse but he continued, "I wasn't expecting you to look... like that."

You rolled your eyes, "Well, I didn't pack an evening gown for an unexpected hotel stay. This is what you get."

Sami cleared his throat , attempting to regain composure. "No complaints here, just wasn't prepared for a fashion show tonight."

You both laughed, breaking the tension further. As you sat down to eat, the atmosphere shifted from the earlier heaviness to a more relaxed and familiar one. It was as if time had rolled back, and you were once again sharing a meal on the road.

The conversation flowed effortlessly, moving from reminiscing about the past to discussing recent events in each other's lives. The more you talked, the more you realized how much you had missed these interactions with Sami. The ease with which he could make you smile, the shared jokes, and the understanding that seemed to transcend words. Your guard was still up, but it was slowly starting to crumble in the face of the genuine connection you and Sami once shared. As the night progressed, you found yourselves engrossed in conversations about everything and nothing.

After finishing the meal, Sami suggested that you both watch a movie to unwind. You agreed, and Sami scrolled through the available options on the hotel's TV. Eventually, you settled on a classic film that held sentimental value for both of you. You both sat on the comfortable hotel bed, the soft glow of the screen illuminating the room. The movie brought back memories, and you couldn't help but smile at the shared nostalgia.

As the movie played, Sami shifted closer, and there was a subtle warmth in the air. The initial tension that hung between you two seemed to dissipate with each passing moment. It felt like a step back in time, a familiar comfort settling in.

In the midst of the movie, Sami spoke up, "Remember when we used to argue about who got control of the remote?"

You chuckled, "Yeah, and you always managed to win somehow."

Sami grinned, "Well, it's a skill. Takes years of practice." He gave you a smile that made your heart flutter,  a mix of playfulness and genuine warmth. The movie continued, but your attention was now divided between the film and the unspoken connection resurfacing between you and Sami.

As the night wore on, the initial awkwardness transformed into a shared comfort that felt almost effortless. You found yourselves laughing at inside jokes, finishing each other's sentences, and reveling in the familiarity that had defined your friendship. The room, once filled with unspoken tension, now resonated with a renewed sense of camaraderie.

Eventually, the movie ended, and you both sat in a comfortable silence. Sami broke the quietude, "You know, I've missed this, just hanging out and being ourselves."

You nodded in agreement, "Me too. It's been too long."

Sami's gaze softened, "I know things have changed, and we've both moved on, but there's something about tonight that feels like a glimpse of what we used to have."

You took a moment to absorb his words. There was truth in them, a shared acknowledgment of the evolving nature of your relationship. The night held a unique magic, a bridge between the past and the present.

"I agree," you replied, "Tonight has been unexpected, but in a good way."

Sami smiled, "I'm glad you agreed to stay. I was worried you'd say no."

You chuckled, "Well, you do have a way of being convincing."

Sami's expression turned more serious, "Look, I know things have changed between us, and I don't want to overstep any boundaries. I just... I miss having you around, as a friend. If this is too much or if it makes you uncomfortable, just let me know, and I'll understand."

You appreciated Sami's honesty, and the sincerity in his eyes was undeniable. The air was thick with unspoken emotions, and you found yourself grappling with your own conflicting feelings. Admitting that you missed Sami's company was one thing, but acknowledging the complexity of your history was another. And you had to wrestle away the thoughts when his arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you into a gentle embrace. It was a gesture that felt both familiar and foreign, stirring a cascade of emotions.

For a moment, you hesitated, feeling the warmth of Sami's embrace contrasting with the cool uncertainty within. It was a delicate balance between the past and the present, and you weren't sure where the boundaries lay. But as you looked into Sami's eyes, you saw not just the history you shared but a genuine desire to reconnect.

You leaned into the embrace, allowing yourself to be enveloped by the comforting familiarity of Sami's presence. The unspoken words hung in the air, the weight of past grievances mingling with the hope of a rekindled friendship.

"I missed this," Sami whispered, his voice barely audible above the subtle hum of the hotel room.

"Me too," you replied, a quiet admission that echoed the sentiments of the night.

In that moment, surrounded by the remnants of shared laughter and the glow of the TV, it felt like a small step towards rebuilding what had once been lost. The complexities of your relationship lingered, but for now, you chose to focus on the shared warmth and the simplicity of being in each other's company.

"Do you remember the last time we roomed together?" Sami's hot breath tickled your ear as he spoke, the shared memories flooding back. You couldn't help but smile, recalling the countless adventures and misadventures you both had experienced on the road.

"Yeah, how could I forget?" you chuckled, "That one motel with the neon sign that kept flickering, and the weird noises all night?"

Sami laughed, "Or the time we got lost in that small town, and the only person we could find to ask for directions didn't speak a word of English."

The nostalgia washed over you, and it felt like a bittersweet journey down memory lane. The distance and time apart seemed to fade away, leaving only the echoes of a friendship that had weathered its storms.

"Or that time there was only one bed and we had to share." Sami's voice lowered, and you involuntary shivered at the tone of his voice. It was low and sensual, a stark contrast to the lighthearted reminiscing. The room suddenly felt charged with a different kind of tension. 

"Sami..." Your voice creeped up like a warning, but Sami ignored the subtle shift in the atmosphere. His gaze locked with yours, an intensity that left you breathless.

"I always wondered what would have happened if we recreated that night again." He admitted, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your arm. The air crackled with unspoken desire, and the weight of the past collided with the magnetic pull of the present.

You swallowed hard, torn between the history you shared and the uncertain territory ahead. The lines between friendship and something more blurred in the dimly lit hotel room. The pull of attraction simmered beneath the surface, a palpable energy that refused to be ignored.

"Sami..." You warned him again, but this time your voice held a mix of uncertainty and caution.

Sami's gaze softened, and he withdrew his hand, respecting the unspoken boundaries. "I'm sorry," he said, his tone sincere. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just... I've been thinking a lot about us, about what we had and what we lost."

You took a deep breath, trying to navigate the complexities of the moment. The room felt charged with a different kind of tension now, a lingering question hanging in the air.

"I appreciate your honesty," you replied, your voice steady. "But we can't ignore the history between us, Sami. Things changed, and we both moved on."

Sami nodded, a solemn expression on his face. "I know. I just couldn't help but wonder... what if? What if we had taken a different path?"

The weight of the unspoken "what ifs" settled in the room, creating a palpable silence. It was a question that lingered in the space between you, a testament to the complexity of your shared history.

"I think it's natural to wonder," you admitted, "but we can't change the past. We can only move forward."

"What if I What if I told you that I still have feelings for you?" Sami's voice hung in the air, heavy with vulnerability. The admission echoed through the room, challenging the carefully constructed boundaries that had defined your relationship.

You felt a mixture of surprise and a subtle acknowledgment that maybe the lingering tension wasn't one-sided. Sami's gaze searched your eyes for a response, the intensity mirroring the unspoken emotions that danced between you.

The weight of his words settled on your shoulders, and you took a moment to gather your thoughts. The honesty in Sami's admission deserved a genuine response, but the complexities of your history made it a challenging decision.

"I...," you began, but the words caught in your throat. You met Sami's gaze, seeing a vulnerability that matched your own. "Sami, we had something special, but we also had our fair share of challenges. I can't deny the connection we shared, but a lot has changed."

Sami nodded, understanding etched on his face. "I get it. I just needed you to know how I feel."

You sighed, the weight of the moment heavy on your shoulders. "I appreciate your honesty, Sami. It's just... complicated."

He gave you a small, understanding smile. "Yeah, it always has been with us, hasn't it?"

The air hung with unresolved tension, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken feelings that lingered in the room. The night had taken an unexpected turn, weaving through the threads of nostalgia, friendship, and the potential for something more.

"If it was me instead of Kevin that you had to hurt to prove your loyalty to, would you have done it?" Sami's question cut through the atmosphere, introducing a new layer of complexity to the already intricate dynamics between you two.

The weight of the question hung in the air, and you could sense the sincerity in Sami's eyes. It was a direct challenge to the choices you had made, and it demanded an honest response.

The room seemed to tighten, and you tried to distract yourself with  the remnants of the meal on the table, avoiding eye contact momentarily. Sami grabbed your shoulders gently, urging you to meet his gaze.

You took a deep breath, grappling with the intensity of Sami's question. The honesty in his eyes demanded a genuine response, and you couldn't evade the weight of the inquiry.

"I don't know, Sami," you admitted, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "It's a hypothetical scenario, and emotions are complicated. I can't say for sure how I would have reacted in that situation."

Sami's expression tightened, a mix of disappointment and understanding in his eyes. He knew you better than you knew yourself, and knew you were lying.

"Y/N..." He grabbed your hands and interjected with a sincerity that left no room for evasion. "You can't tell me you didn't have a choice in that moment. I know you, and I know you well enough to know that loyalty matters to you. If it was me, would you have chosen to hurt me to prove your loyalty to Kevin?"

The room seemed to shrink, the weight of Sami's gaze intensifying. You felt a knot tighten in your stomach, torn between acknowledging the truth and shielding yourself from the raw vulnerability of the moment.

"Sami, I..." Your voice wavered, the internal struggle reflecting in your eyes. The truth lingered on the tip of your tongue, a confession that could alter the course of the night and the delicate balance you were trying to maintain.

Sami's grip on your hands tightened, a silent plea for honesty. The unspoken tension hung between you two, an unresolved question that demanded a response. He intertwined his fingers with yours, grounding you in the intensity of the moment.

"I need to know, Y/N," Sami urged, his eyes searching yours for a glimpse of the truth. "Would you have hurt me to prove your loyalty?"

The room was silent, the weight of the question settling over you like a heavy shroud. You took a moment to gather your thoughts, feeling the vulnerability of the truth clawing at the edges of your consciousness.

"No." You breathed a sigh, the admission hanging in the air. "No, Sami. I wouldn't have hurt you to prove my loyalty to anyone. It was a difficult situation, and I made a choice. But hurting you would something I couldn't live with."

Sami's eyes softened, and you could sense a mix of relief and gratitude in his gaze. The truth, though heavy, seemed to have lifted a burden between you. He moved closer to you, your faces mere inches apart, the shared vulnerability creating a palpable connection. The unspoken emotions lingered, and for a moment, it felt like the weight of the past had been lifted.

"Thank you for being honest," Sami whispered, his breath mingling with yours. His thumb gently brushed against the back of your hand, a subtle reassurance.

You nodded, the air thick with a newfound understanding. The complexities of your shared history remained, but the honesty in that moment had carved a path towards reconciliation.

"I've missed this," Sami admitted, his eyes searching yours. "Missed these talks, these late nights with you." Sami's eyes dropped to you lips, his gaze intense and filled with a mixture of emotions. The unspoken tension crackled in the air, and you found yourself caught between the familiarity of the past and the uncertainty of the present. 

"Sami," you whispered, your voice barely audible. The room seemed to hold its breath, the weight of the unspoken hovering between you. Sami's thumb continued to trace idle patterns on the back of your hand, the touch sending shivers down your spine. 

Then his lips were on yours, and for a moment, it felt like time stood still, unmoving, like you. 

Then your brain starting working again.

"Sami!" You pushed him gently away, surprise and confusion written across your face. Sami's eyes widened, the realization of what he had done sinking in.

"I... I'm sorry," Sami stammered, a mix of embarrassment and regret in his expression. "I didn't mean to... I just... I thought..."

You held up a hand, stopping his explanations. "Sami, if you wanted to get back at Jey, you didnt' have to involve me in it."

Sami looked taken aback by your accusation. "No, it's not like that. I wouldn't do that to you. I... I got carried away. I didn't mean to use you as some kind of revenge."

You sighed, the weight of the situation settling on your shoulders. You couldn't deny that there was still a lingering attraction between you and Sami, but the context of the situation made everything more complicated. The boundaries were blurred, and it was evident that emotions were running high. You were with Jey. You loved him, and getting involved in a messy situation with Sami was the last thing you needed.

"Sami, we can't go down this path," you said firmly, trying to convey the seriousness of the situation. "I appreciate our friendship and the nostalgia, but it's not fair to Jey, and it's not fair to us."

Sami nodded, remorse etched on his face. "You're right. I messed up, and I'm sorry. I should have respected the boundaries."

You took a deep breath, attempting to diffuse the tension in the room. "Let's just call it a night. I'll sleep in my room. Have a nice day tomorrow, and we can talk about this when things are calmer."

Sami nodded again, a mix of regret and understanding in his eyes. "I understand. I never meant to complicate things."

As you gathered your things and headed towards the door, the air was thick with unresolved emotions. Before you could leave, Sami spoke up, "Please don't tell JJey about this. Jey already hates me, and I messed up, and I don't want to cause more problems for you."

You paused, considering Sami's request. It wasn't fair to keep secrets, especially in a relationship, but you also understood the potential consequences of revealing what had transpired. Jey would be hurt, and it might escalate the tension between him and Sami. On the other hand, honesty was crucial in a relationship.

"I can't promise that, Sami," you replied honestly. You believed in being truthful with Jey, and keeping something like this from him would only make things worse if he finds out later.

Sami nodded, acknowledging the difficult situation. "I get it. Just... take care of things on your end. I don't want to make your life more complicated."

"I will. Take care, Sami." You bid him goodnight once more before  leaving Sami's room and closing the door behind you.

As you walked back to your own room, a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts raced through your mind.

God, this is why you didn't want Sami to join the Bloodline in the first place. The tangled mess of emotions and history between you two had resurfaced, and now you were left grappling with the aftermath of an unexpected, charged moment.

"Y/N." Solo's voice made you jump in the hallway. He was leaning against the wall, a knowing expression on his face.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." Solo held his hands up in a placating gesture. "Just wanted to check if everything's alright. Jey was worried when he saw you actually didn't come to the room."

You rolled your eyes, "Well, you can tell Jey I'm fine. Just needed some space."

Solo raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "You good? You acting kinda spacey."

You sighed, your face betraying the internal turmoil. "It's just been a weird night, Solo. And all I wanna do is sleep it off."

Solo tilted his head, his eyes narrowing in concern. "Do you want to talk about it? I know I'm not the best with emotions, but I'm here if you need someone to listen."

You appreciated Solo's offer, knowing that despite his tough exterior, he genuinely cared about the well-being of those close to him. However, the complexity of the situation made it difficult to put everything into words.

"Thanks, Solo. I might need some time to process everything. Let Jey know I'll talk to him about it tomorrow. I just need a bit of space for now."

Solo nodded, understanding the need for space. "Sure thing." You turned to go into the room, but Solo grabbed your arm and pulled you into a brief, supportive hug. It was rare that he showed such a side of him, but it felt comforting yet so guilty in that moment.

"Take care of yourself, Y/N. If you need anything, just let us know," Solo said, releasing you from the hug.

"Thanks, Solo," you replied, managing a small but guilty smile. With that, you entered your room, the events of the night echoing in your mind.

Sleep felt elusive, and the weight of the unresolved emotions lingered, making it a long night of introspection and contemplation. You texted Jey that you were fine, got into the covers, and closed your eyes. The events of the night replayed in your mind like a never-ending loop. The mix of nostalgia, tension, and unexpected intimacy left you grappling with conflicting emotions.

Would you tell Jey, the week before his match against Sami, when you knew when he got mad he would lose matches, or would you keep it to yourself, avoiding potential complications and protecting Jey's focus for the upcoming match?

Only time would tell.

[munson-blurbs]

@corrodedcoffinfest Day 30: Fame and Fortune

Word Count: 722/Rating: G/Pairing: none/CW: angst, betrayal, Corroded Coffin is famous/Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth, Jeff, Grant, angst, fortune telling, state fair

Divider credit to @silkholland

“Thank you, Texas!” Eddie shouts into the microphone. He’s met with thunderous applause as the crowd cheers. 

He’s drenched in sweat, his shirt practically stuck to his torso, and he peels it off the moment he gets backstage. 

“Dude,” Jeff grins, “that shit was awesome!”

“Biggest crowd we’ve ever played for,” Grant agrees, wiping his face with a towel. 

Eddie pulls on a fresh shirt and ties his hair back in a bun. The cool air on the back of his neck feels heavenly. Performing was hot enough between the bright stage lights and constant movement. Add in the Texas heat and they were, almost literally, cooked. 

Eddie is more than ready to get back to his air conditioned hotel room, already imagining the mountain of food he’ll order from room service. 

“Wait, guys!” Gareth calls out. “Can we, like, explore the fair while we’re here? Get security to take us around?”

Eddie groans. “I’m exhausted.” Grant and Jeff nod in agreement, but Gareth is relentless. 

“C’mon. Just to get cotton candy or something.”

Jeff considers the idea. “I could go for cotton candy,” he says with a shrug. 

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Fine. We’ll get some cotton candy, and then we’re outta here.”

Security pushes through the throngs of people, stopping only when Grant taps one of the guards on the shoulder and asks if he and Jeff can ride the Tilt-a-Whirl. 

“Guess it’s just us, Big Guy.” Gareth claps Eddie on the shoulder and takes a messy bite of cotton candy. “What d’you wanna do?”

“Go back to the bus and sleep,” Eddie grumbles,  but the drummer ignores him, tugging him towards a small purple tent. 

The inside is dim, illuminated only by flickering battery-powered candles. When Eddie’s eyes adjust to the darkness, he realizes that Gareth has pulled him into the fortune teller’s tent. 

An older woman smiles from where she sits, her wrinkled hands on a crystal ball. “I am Madame Yma,” she says. “Are you here for a reading?”

Eddie shakes his head, but Gareth practically shoves him into a chair. “Don’t you wanna see what your future holds?”

“Not particularly.”

Madame Yma heaves an impatient sigh but musters up a smile. “Come, let me see what the universe has planned for you.” She eyes both young men, adding, “for five dollars.”

Gareth slaps a five-dollar bill on the table, and Eddie knows there’s no way out of this now. Fine. He’ll sit here and listen to whatever bullshit tale this woman weaves, and Gareth will be a few bucks poorer. No skin off of his back. 

The fortune teller holds Eddie’s hands, palms up. “It appears that you have a creative personality,” she begins. “And that your headstrong demeanor may cause fractures in your platonic and romantic relationships.”

“She’s got you there,” Gareth says through a mouthful of cotton candy. 

“Speaking of romance…” Something glitters in the woman’s blue-gray eyes. “Your love line shows some conflict in your love life. And your destiny line shows that you will receive help from someone.” She pauses, considering. “You consider yourself an independent person.”

Eddie nods emphatically at this, despite her not formally asking a question. 

Madame Yma clicks her tongue disapprovingly. “You pride yourself too much on your ability to be alone. That will be your downfall. You need to learn how to rely on others, and to appreciate the people around you.” Her gaze briefly lands on Gareth, though her words are aimed at Eddie. “You will have to choose between the people who have consistently been by your side, and the temptation of a stranger. I suggest you choose wisely.”

Eddie’s blood runs cold. How did she know? She couldn’t know; there was no way—

“What?” Gareth barks out a laugh. “Nah, this is ridiculous. Eddie’s not abandoning us, and he wouldn’t be ‘tempted’ by some random person.” He tosses his empty stick in a nearby trash can and turns to Eddie. “C’mon, let’s go see if those guys survived the Tilt-a-Whirl.”

“Y-Yeah.” Eddie books it out of the tent, half-heartedly nodding as Gareth blathers on about a new song he’s been workshopping. 

He tries to focus, but it proves impossible. All he can think about is the contract he hurriedly signed earlier today, already mailed back to his agent. 

A contract for a solo album. 

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[beefrobeefcal]

Listen Beefro I’m in the sluttiest mood ever and I just…..

Okay like, I can not. Get over. This thought.

Mouse slipping into bed with Frankie who’s half asleep, she slips in behind him and gives him a few kisses on the nape of his neck, runs her hand over his belly gently and just, gives it a cute little cheeky / teasing few pats. Just for Frankie to giggle and say “hey cut it out” and Mouse teases him just a smidge more for over doing it at dinner.

To Nonnie, Love Beefro

fuck me, Nonnie... I am not strong enough to NOT take the bate.

Rose-tints-my-world-keeps-me-safe-from-my-trouble-and-pain regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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Beefro Proudly Presents:

a Chubby!Frankie Drabble

The Catfish & The Mouse: A Drunk Mouse Cometh

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Summary: Mouse returns home from a night out with Hannah.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 722

Content Warning: Drunk Mouse, smut talk, talk of eating, belly praise, belly stuffing, weight gain, overt dirty talk

Author's Notes: I know I said Frankie and Mouse were on hiatus but i am only human and I am weak for these two knuckleheads. Thank you, Nonnie!

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You'd been out with your girlfriends that evening and had come home a little more than a little drunk.

In the hallway before you entered your bedroom, you kicked of your shoes. You were probably being louder than your drunk mind realized, and there was no way that Frankie was asleep.

Unbeknownst to you, Frankie had not fallen asleep. Even if he hadn't over done it to the extreme at dinner, then dessert, then bedtime snack, he wouldn't have been able to sleep, just in case you might call, needing a ride home.

His belly was big and bloated, and he was definitely full. As he laid in bed watching tv in just his sleep shorts, he absent mindedly rubbed his distended stomach. Frankie heard you stumble into the house, giggling and muttering in the hallway, banging against each surface you encounter. He smiled to himself at how not quiet his Mouse was being.

You flung the bedroom door open and stood wobbly at the door, grinning like a fool.

"Hey baby.", Frankie smiled sleepily at you. "You have fun?"

"So much fun... Hannah sung all the songs and I did a cartwheel in the bathroom." you slurred, staggering towards him.

"Oh really?", he grinned, reaching his hand out to you. "You wanna come to bed and tell me about it?"

Frankie knew the moment you fell into bed you would pass out and he had the makeup remover wipes at the ready on his bedside table.

You took his hand and flopped onto your side of the bed, continuing your story about your night out into your pillow.

Frankie was amused and nodded along with the properly timed oh's and uh-huh's. He rolled over to grab the makeup wipes and then felt you arm creep over his full, heavy stomach.

"Wha's this?", you cooed, gripping and poking his belly.

Frankie smiled but tried to sound serious as he grabbed the wipes. "I got your wipes. I'm gonna clean your face so you can go to sleep."

You giggled, pulling your body flush along his back and your hand feeling how much Frankie had indulged this evening.

"Mouse... baby... gotta move." he said softly. "Come on... move it. I can't roll over with you back there."

"Ate good tonight, Frankie... big boy...", you slurred, pressing kisses on the back of his neck.

You patted his belly and gave it a few squeezes.

"What'chu got in here, baby?... you over do it? ate too much? So fuckin' big... fuck...", you huskily growled as you licked and sucked along his neck. You flung your leg over his and try to grind on him.

He let out a giggle that turned into a moan. Frankie closed his eyes and prayed to any higher power to give him strength; he did not want to take advantage of you. You were way too drunk for him to try anything.

"Hey... Mouse, baby... knock it off... ", he huffed still smiling, as his hand moving to your ankle, gently letting his thumb rubs circles on it.

“…so fuckin’ full… tell me what’chu ate… so fuckin’… big boy getting’ fat… so hot… feel you getting’ bigger… fuck you while you stuff your fuckin’ face…”

Your audacity made his eyes go wide and him laugh out loud, completely bowled over by the slurred filth pouring out of your mouth as you grabbed and felt up his full belly.

“Jesus christ, Mouse - cut it out!”, he smiled, pushing you gently and rolling over. He laid on his side as you fought to keep your eyes open while continuing to make incoherent observations. He brought the wipe to your face and hushed you. Your hands came up and tried swatting him away, but he cleaned off your make up gently.

“Good girl… it’s bedtime, baby.”, he cooed softly with a warm smile.

Your musings became less and less intelligible and your hands dropped. Your eyes stayed closed and the last thing Frankie was able to decern from your mouth before you passed completely out was, “Ya fuckin’ hottie, Morales.”

He decided to take everything you said and tuck it away for later use after you’d recovered from the guaranteed hangover you were surely going to be struck with tomorrow.

“Night, princess.”, he whispered with a grin as he kissed your head.

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TAGLIST:

@theywhowriteandknowthings @harryleatherfit @harriedandharassed @neverwheremoonchild @rebel-held @beee-haw @nevergoingbacknowshine @idolatrybarbie @v4vayha @lalocitos @xdaddysprincessxx @deathsholywaterr @heareball @lyssramscal @wintrwinchestr @blackfemalenerd @toxicanonymity @southernbe @starkeydaviss

[nymph-yoongi]

affection w/ seokjin

Word count: 722

No surprise to anyone, but Jin likes the occasional compliment

He can definitely get a little shy and will play it off as a fact rather than a compliment with his confident Worldwide Handsome persona, but he still blushes a little when you compliment him 

I don’t think Jin is the type to buy you gifts unless it’s something he knows will mean a lot to you, instead preferring to cook for you and spend time with you

Because of his role as the oldest member of bts, he’s gotten extremely in the habit of caring for others, especially you

This includes cooking for you, caring for you if you get hurt, etc.

He’s always there to pick you back up if you get hurt and swoops in with a silly face or a joke to keep you smiling until he can take care of the injury

I feel like he keeps around bandaids with a character or show on it that you loved as a kid (or even a kids show you still like)

Unsurprisingly, Jin’s main love language is food 

He loves good food, and he’s happiest when he knows the ones he loves are eating well

Because of this, he ends up cooking for you whenever he can

Like Yoongi, he also notices if you don’t eat much and makes sure to get you to eat 

Sometimes he’ll cook extra food on “accident” and ask you to help him finish it, or he’ll make snacks and desserts he knows you can’t resist

He knows you’re more likely to finish food with him if he keeps you distracted with fun conversation or if he makes it seem like a favor to him

Jin has said himself that he enjoys goofing off and that making other people happy is his way of making himself happy

I think this translates into your relationship as him being the first to make a silly joke when you’re upset, trying to make you laugh

He loves making others happy, true, but your laugh is special to him and he feels proud whenever he sees you happy because of him 

Even when he’s enlisted, he makes sure to have filmed a bunch of his meals in a sort of personalized Eat Jin just for you, that way you can watch them while he’s gone 

Especially if you’re a serious or anxious person, Jin tries to show you the importance of living happily rather than prioritizing work

Jin understands that you can’t be happy all the time and does his best to support you when you’re having a hard time, it just makes him sad when you’re upset and he can’t help but worry

Will happily sing to you to cheer you up if you ask him to, especially his solo songs like Epiphany, The Astronaut, or Moon

He likes teaching you the dances too, and it makes him feel proud that you went to him to learn the dances instead of another member even though he’s not on the dance line

 Jin likes just being near you, even if you’re not directly touching 

Although he loves hugs and even has fun giving you piggy-back-rides, he doesn’t kiss you in front of other people often because he gets shy

Being the madnae of the group has definitely rubbed off on him in the ways he shows his love, and makes him a perfect partner for anyone who enjoys being taken care of 

I think the ways Jin accepts love the best is just time together and emotional intimacy

He loves knowing you trust him and that you can rely on him, and that he can trust and rely on you in return 

Although he does like to care for you, he definitely needs that same support at times 

He’s the main one who cooks but he’d be extremely touched if you took time to make something he specifically likes, especially a dessert 

Loves just spending time together with you, whether it’s reading together in bed, going fishing, or having a picnic by the river

Even if you’re just playing different video games in the same room, he likes knowing that you’re nearby

If he does notice you getting frustrated or upset by anything, he’ll make you take a short break so he can get you to smile 

[queerdiazs]

20 questions for fic writers

i was tagged by @callmenewbie, @hippolotamus, @watchyourbuck, @thewolvesof1998, @jesuisici33, @wikiangela, and @exhuastedpigeon 🫶🏼

i'm gonna put it under a cut because phew it got kinda long

how many works do you have on ao3?

31

what's your total ao3 word count?

uh, 301,903 which... goddamn look at me go

what fandoms do you write for?

i've written for stucky, geraskier, yenskier, steddie, and buddie, but it's only buddie right now. those 2 losers are really rotting in my whole brain and i'm loving every second of it 🤭

what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

(i cheated and used only buddie okay) the side effects of eating too many clementines at 759 the dinosaurs smelled magnolias at 722 this is why you shouldn't piss in the ocean at 668 you'll feel the rush of it all at 511 all things bright and beautiful at 453

do you respond to comments? why or why not?

i absolutely respond to comments! it might take me a while because i'm not articulate enough to convey how much i adore everybody, but i love talking with people that enjoy the silly goofy stuff i write!

what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

burned on the pyre, a steddie timeloop fic. the ending isn't exactly angsty, but it isn't as joyous as all my others because it was important to me to keep it as realistic as i could + it reflects my mental state so, uh, oops

what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

mm, i think you can argue all my fics have happy endings but if you go down in the woods today has the FUNNIEST ending and that's important

do you get hate on fics?

yeah lmao

do you write smut? if so, what kind?

yes i do! and, um, the explicit kind? i don't know how to answer this because my porn varies for each fic but they fuck nasty regardless!

do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

no. that's not for me.

have you ever had a fic stolen?

absolutely i have <3

have you ever had a fic translated?

i have not!

have you ever co-written a fic before?

nope. i tried once when i was younger but it didn't work out because i'm a dickhead and found that i was not only writing my parts but fixing theirs as well.

what's your all time favorite ship?

i've had a lot of ships over the year and i'm never going to forget any of them, ever, but buddie gives me so much joy and good times and i think... yeah they're probably my favorite ship

what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

none of them honestly? i'm going to finish all of them.

what are your writing strengths?

uh, dialogue. maybe.

what are your writing weaknesses?

angst, emotions, porn, things that make sense, action, romantic relationships, ANGST.

thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

god, so i'm pretentious and while i know some spanish i'm definitely not fluent but i refuse to use google translate so a friend of mine helps me with translating as straight across as we can—so like, long story short, it's a yes from me

first fandom you wrote for?

maximum ride on ff dot net 💀 why was i 12 years old learning how to navigate that fuckin site my god

favorite fic you've written?

but i've got my teeth in you, a bad things happen fic where buck gets a tooth knocked out during the lafd annual baseball game and somehow proposes to eddie, who of course says yes. it's just so FUN?

i'm no pressure tagging @honestlydarkprincess, @shitouttabuck, @giddyupbuck, @callaplums, @daffi-990, @try-set-me-on-fire, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @eddiediaztho, @nmcggg, and honestly anybody else who wants to be a lil chatty mwah

[mbta-unofficial]

Can one still call Tommy if they live in Waltham?

I mean you could but you’d be better off calling Thomas Stanley (617-722-2810) and asking him to establish a special grant for The Ride because he’s the chairman of the house committee for elder affairs and not anything transit related

That said if you wanted to do something with old folks he would be your guy

[squid-princess-teach-swallow]

Excuse Me, This Is My Room

Series: None, this is a one-shot.

Book and Settings: Dracula: A Love Story AU

Pairing: DaLS MC Mavis Burnell × Leo Nolan

Summary: After a long tiring plane ride, Mavis just wants to go to her hotel room and get some rest. But things don't go as planned.....

A/N: This fic is an alternate meet-cute between MC and Leo, completely inspired by this wonderful edit by @robintora and the convo that ensued further with my fellow swallows in the rc server - thanks sm y'all! This also happens to be my first RC fic, so I hope y'all like it 💖✨

You can also read this fic on AO3 here.

Disclaimer: All the characters belong to Your Story Interactive. I'm just borrowing them for the story.

Mavis hauled along her luggage as she climbed the stairs. Of course, of all the times the elevator could malfunction, it had to be today, she thought to herself, annoyed. The plane ride was too long for someone like Mavis, who hated staying still for extended periods of time. She heaved a sigh of relief when she finally reached the 7th floor. She dragged her luggage behind her, searching for room 722.

"Ah, there it is!" Mavis exclaimed as she found her room but in her excitement, she dropped her room key. She picked it up, opened the door, and entered the room.

Finally! She dropped her bags near the door and was about to crash on the bed when she realised how sweaty she was. Nope, shower first, nap later. She went towards the bathroom and just as she was about to pull the doorknob, the door swung open.

Mavis jumped back in surprise. A naked guy walked out of the bathroom. Well, almost naked; he had a towel wrapped around his waist. She studied him from head to toe. Fiery red hair, bright green eyes, sharp nose, full lips. Her breath hitched as her gaze settled on his broad shoulders and toned torso, which was dusted with freckles. Damn, he really works out, huh? Just as her eyes wandered lower, she heard a "A-hem". She looked up to see the guy grinning at her with an amused smile. "My eyes are up here, you know."

Mavis reddened. Wow, did I really ogle at a guy I just met? A guy who broke into my room, nonetheless. She shook her head and levelled a glare at him, "What the hell are you doing in my room, mister?"

He looked at her incredulously. "Excuse me? That's my line. What are you doing in my room?"

"Your room? This is my room! This is room number 722, isn't it?"

He shot her a smug look. "Actually, this is room 721. You've got the wrong room."

Mavis sighed exasperatedly. "You've got to be kidding me. I saw the number plate on the door before I entered, and it cleared said 722."

"Really? Maybe you should get your eyes checked. I've been staying in this room for a few days now, and it's definitely not room 722."

Mavis was getting annoyed now. She pulled the guy along with her until they reached the door, and she pointed out to the number plate on the door. "See, this is room-" Her words trailed off as she saw the number '721' printed clearly on the plate. She dropped his hand and sighed defeatedly. You're such a humongous idiot, Mavis! She reddened. Turning to face the guy, she smiled sheepishly and said, "I'm so sorry, mr, uh,"

"Leo. Leo Nolan."

"Oh. I'm sorry, Leo. I should've been more careful. I must have mixed up the rooms when I dropped the keys."

Leo scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Speaking of which, how did your keys open my room?"

"Oh, I didn't think of that! Maybe the keys are similar."

She walked to her actual room, and inserted the key, but the door didn't budge. "What the hell?" She muttered as she tried to unlock the door.

"Let me. '' Leo took the key from her and tried his hand but the door didn't open at all.

"Oh god, I totally cannot climb down seven floors once more with all this luggage!" She said as she cursed herself internally for being such a heavy packer.

"What about the elevator?" Leo suggested.

"It doesn't work!"

"What about the one on the other side of the floor?"

"There's another one?"

"...yeah?"

"Of course there is, ugh." She sighed exasperatedly and started dragging her suitcase in the direction of the other elevator.

"Wait a minute, I'll come along too!"

Mavis spun around and looked at him suspiciously. "Why do you have to come?"

"Uhhh, because your key somehow is able to open my room? I don't want anyone breaking and entering, you know."

"Fine then. Come along."

Leo smirked. "Do you expect me to come down like this?" He gestured to his naked chest.

Mavis bit her lip and tried not to let her eyes wander. "Ugh, go change quickly. I don't have all day."

Leo disappeared back into his room and came out a few minutes later, wearing a white t-shirt, green jacket and dark pants. "Okay, let's go." He looked down at her suitcase. "That looks really heavy! Do you want any help with that?"

Mavis wasn't sure if he was planning to run off with her stuff or if he was being genuine. "Uh, no thanks, I can do it myself."

"You look very tired. Let me help. I promise I won't run away with it," He said, like he can read her mind.

Mavis looked at him sheepishly. "Okay. Thank you." She handed the suitcase to him and they walked towards the elevator and reached the reception.

Mavis caught the receptionist's attention. "Excuse me?"

"Yes ma'am, how can I help you?"

"The keys which you gave me don't open my room, but they work on the neighbouring room. I think you've given me the wrong keys."

The receptionist searched on the keys board for a while before pulling out a different set of keys and offering them to Mavis. "I'm so sorry, ma'am, I mixed up the keys. I gave you the other room's spare key by accident."

Mavis gave the receptionist a look. "That's what happens when you're too busy chatting away on the phone while you're dealing with a customer."

The receptionist looked down. "I'm sorry ma'am, it won't happen again."

Mavis' expression softened a bit. "It's okay, just be more attentive next time," she said before walking off. She turned to Leo and dangling her keys in front of him, she gave him a smirk. "Now you won't have to worry about me breaking into your room."

Leo smirked back at her. "Well, I'm glad that's sorted out." They got into the elevator and reached their rooms but neither of them were eager to go inside.

Mavis spoke up. "I know we got off on the wrong foot, but it's been nice talking to you, Leo."

Leo gave her a crooked grin. "I wish I could say the same, but I don't even know your name."

Mavis giggled. "I guess that's fair. I'm Mavis Burnell." She held out her hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Leo."

Leo smiled and shook her hand. His hand was rough and callous, but warm and comforting at the same time. "Pleasure is all mine, Mavis. You have a pretty name."

Mavis blushed. "Thank you."

Both of them kept looking at each other but then they heard a piercing "Meow!" from Leo's room.

They both snapped out of it.

"Uhhh, what was that sound?"

Leo sighed ruefully and shook his head, still smiling. "That would be Nosferatu, my cat. I guess he's hungry."

"Oh! Then I won't keep you. I guess I'll see you around?" She said hesitantly.

"I hope so. See you around."

They reluctantly entered their respective rooms, but they couldn't get the other out of their mind.

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MASTERLIST OF SCREENCAPS, PT2.

Click here to go to part 1.

I hope its useful and helps you find what you need! Don't forget that besides these packs we also have individual posts, from since the beginning of this blog in 2017!

FULL SEASONS SCREENCAPS.

Looking for Alaska, Whole Miniseries.

Heartbreak High, Season One.

Fate: The Winx Saga, Season Two.

Pistol, Miniseries Complete.

Panic, Complete.

The Bear, Season One.

The White Lotus, Season Two.

GAP: The Series, Being updated.

Wednesday, Season One.

Young Royals, Season Two.

Gossip Girl, Season Two.

MOVIES SCREENCAPS.

Passengers, 141 Screencaps.

Red Riding Hood, 334 Screencaps.

Can't Buy Me Love, 240 Screencaps.

Coraline, 780 Screencaps.

Jennifer's Body, 670 Screencaps.

The School for Good and Evil, 896 Screencaps.

The Nightmare Before Christmas, 609 Screencaps.

Monster House, 540 Screencaps.

Fear Street: 1994, 377 Screencaps.

Corpse Bride, 924 Screencaps.

Fear Street 1978, 489 Screencaps.

Fear Street 1666, 433 Screencaps.

Scooby-Doo and the Witch's Ghost, 403 Screencaps.

Beyond the Universe, 481 Screencaps.

Clouds, 642 Screencaps.

My Policeman, 810 Screencaps.

Selena Gomez: My Mind & Me, 800 Screencaps.

Holidate, 401 Screencaps.

Last Christmas, 397 Screencaps.

Falling for Christmas, 722 Screencaps.

Pearl, 441 Screencaps.

The Lost Girls, 190 Screencaps.

Disenchanted, 700 Screencaps.

Let it Snow, 370 Screencaps.

20th Century Girl, 403 Screencaps.

Guardians of the Galaxy Holiday, 305 Screencaps.

Dear Zoe, 202 Screencaps.

Something from Tiffany's, 279 Screencaps.

Hotel for the Holidays, 373 Screencaps.

The Princess Switch 2, 580 Screencaps.

Sharp Stick, 228 Screencaps.

Cow Belles, 289 Screencaps.

LOOSE EPISODES.

Only Murders in the Building, 96 Screencaps.

Never Have I Ever S03E01, 109 Screencaps.

Hunters S01E01, 81 Screencaps.

High School Musical TMTS, Season Three Almost Complete.

The Rings of Power. First three eps.

Christmas in 2 Broke Girls, 86 Screencaps.

Christmas in Friends, 109 Screencaps.

Christmas in TVD, 166 Screencaps.

The Addams Family '64, 233 Screencaps.

Pretty Little Liars S05E13, 220 Screencaps.

MISCELLANEOUS: INTERVIEWS, VLOGS, LIVE AND GAMES.

Ross Lynch, 36 Screencaps.

Taylor Swift JIMMYF, 45 Screencaps.

Claudia and Kennedy Walsh Xmas Vlog, 140 Screencaps.

Jenna Ortega in Technicolor, 58 Screencaps.

Jão VEVO Performance, 94 Screencaps.

Xmas w Claudia + Kennedy Walsh, 104 Screencaps.

Olivia Rodrigo MetGala22, 93 Screencaps.

Billie Eilish Beauty Routine, 75 Screencaps.

Billie Same Interview 6th Year, 137 Screencaps.

Millie Bobby Brown Lie Detector, 102 Screencaps.

Elizabeth Olsen for IGN, 33 Screencaps.

Elizabeth Olsen's 5-minute easy radiant skin routine, 113 Screencaps.

Elizabeth Olsen was raised on Musicals and Sitcoms | W Magazine, 77 Screencaps.

Iman Vellani on Ms. Marvel’s POWERS and How The Marvels Fits into the MCU (Exclusive), 45 Screencaps.

MUSIC VIDEOS.

Britney — You Drive Me Crazy, 61 Screencaps.

Taylor Swift — Anti-Hero, 110 Screencaps.

Taylor Swift — Bejeweled, 98 Screencaps.

Sabrina Carpenter — Nonsense, 118 Screencaps.

Hailee Steinfeld — Coast, 87 Screencaps.

Camila Cabello — Havana, 55 Screencaps.

Sabrina Carpenter — Skinny Dipping, 75 Screencaps.

XG — Left Right, 189 Screencaps.

Rosalía — Con Altura, 61 Screencaps.

Twice — Set me free, 131 Screencaps.

Ive — Kitsch, 162 Screencaps.

Jisoo — Flower, 114 Screencaps.

CHARACTERS SCENE PACKS.

Amanda Seyfried in The Dropout, 323 Screencaps.

Robby Keene, S03, 101 Screencaps.

Jules Millin S19E02 — Grey's A., 56 Screencaps.

Isadora Artinan — ELITE, All Scenes in S06.

Judith Grimes — TWD, 118 Screencaps.

JOY in Once Upon a Small Town, All Scenes S01.

Mariana Foster GT S04, 118 Screencaps.

Mariana Foster TF S04, 76 Screencaps.

IU in Persona, 102 Screencaps.

Anita — Bom dia, Veronica S01, 139 Screencaps.

TRAILERS

Elemental (2023), 29 Screencaps.

The Super Mario Bros. Movie, 67 Screencaps.

Emily in Paris S03 Announcement, 43 Screencaps.

Emily in Paris S03 Trailer, 122 Screencaps.

Scream 6, 30 Screencaps.

Barbie Teaser, 44 Screencaps.

Renfield, 108 Screencaps.

You S04, 97 Screencaps.

[aftergiow]

Hi Kai, I hope you're having a good spooky season🎃 This is a really fun theme for an event, and I can't wait to see what you come up with! I'd like to ask for prompt number 1 for Saeyoung, if it's not already taken!

Helloooo, thank you for requesting! I would’ve liked to post this sooner but life got really busy 💔💔 I hope you had a nice halloween and are having a nice fall season!

Prompt 1: “Shut up and give me some candy.”

Saeyoung x Reader. 722 words.

You looked out of the window of the car; seeing the moon so big and full made you feel small, but also its shine filled you with a sense of comfort. A full moon lit up the quiet city and now the road on a Halloween night, as Saeyoung drove back to the bunker from Jumin’s apartment. Yoosung had suggested a few weeks ago for the RFA to do a small Halloween gathering and they all agreed, with Jumin even offering his penthouse as the venue for said reunion. You don’t see your friends as often since they all have busy lives, so whenever you all actually show up at a reunion, you appreciate every moment you get to spend with them.

“Remember to wear a costume!” Yoosung constantly reminded the group chat, insisting on having a costume contest. So, Saeyoung went all out; the redhead has experience with sewing and modifying clothes thanks to the many years he spent going undercover for his agency, so he was happy he could use his knowledge to put some costumes together for the both of you. You had shopped for the basics and you helped your boyfriend with the details.

You both agreed to dress up as Beetlejuice and Lydia, as you recently had watched the movie Beetlejuice and really enjoyed it. The thing is, Saeyoung insisted on going as Lydia; so you showed up at Jumin’s place wearing the striped Beetlejuice suit and Saeyoung wearing a dramatic red gown, with a matching veil.

All of your friends were wearing nice costumes; but by the time of voting, the both of you quickly took the lead of the contest, with Yoosung declaring you as winners.

“I can’t believe Yoosung baked all of those treats for us! I feel like we won the lottery.” Saeyoung was the one to break the silence of the car ride. You chuckled as you looked down, a basket full of baked goods and some candy sitting on your lap.

“I know, right? I don’t know what we’re gonna do with all of these.” You answered, taking a close look at the treats on the basket; Yoosung had included several kinds of candy, making sure there’s something for every type of sweet tooth, and he also included several homemade cookies and brownies.

“What do you mean? we’re gonna eat all of it and have a sugar rush and go to bed really late. The night is young, after all.” A mischievous smile grew on your partner's face as he explained his evil plan to you. Once again, a small laugh left your lips.

“Actually, no more candy for you, sir,” you spoke, holding the basket closer to your chest and away from him, trying to keep the treats away from the already energetic redhead. “You’ve already had plenty of candy at Jumin’s. I don’t think it’s a good idea to keep eating. Also, it’s already pretty late. You’re gonna ruin your sleeping schedule.”

Saeyoung took his eyes off the road for a second to look at you. “What?” he chuckled, “c’moooon, let’s eat all of this candy tonight.”

“No-uh,” you shook your head.

“C’mon, sweetie,” his eyes once again on the road, he stretched one of his hands at you, laughing, which made you laugh, too. “Shut up and give me some candy.”

“Actually, could the both of you just shut up?” The cranky redhead sitting on the back spoke for the first time in the whole car ride. You felt your face heating up, his voice reminding you that you weren’t alone with your boyfriend. Saeyoung couldn’t help but laugh.

“Want some candy too, Saeran?” He asked his twin.

“Actually, yeah.” He replied, stretching one of his hands to the front of the car, mimicking his brother’s antics. You shook your head lightly and handed Saeran the whole basket, making him smile in return.

“Just make sure to save some candy for me, please.”

“Absolutely no.” Saeran replied while unwrapping a lollipop.

And Saeyoung kept driving into the night as he continued fighting about his candy consumption, this time with his brother. It was nights like this that reminded you why you loved him, and why you enjoyed spending time with him and the RFA; and you can’t help but wonder how your future Halloween’s together will look like.

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