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All Falls Down - Chapter 5

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Josh stared down at his phone. He blinked a couple of times before going to look at her location to find that she had stopped sharing it with him. “What the fuck.” He muttered before trying to call her again and grunting in frustration when his call went unanswered. 

He went to instagram and pulled up Kiyana’s instagram, instantly getting irritated at what he saw.

Who the fuck is that? He asked himself, staring down at the picture of his wife pouring a shot into some strange ass man's mouth. And by the smug look on Samara’s face he knew she posted it because she knew he would see it. He took a closer look at the background and immediately knew where she was at. 

He went to grab his car keys off of the hook by the garage door but did a double take as something on the console table caught his eye. He picked up her wedding ring and like a zombie, walked back into the living room and plopped down on the couch next to his mom. 

She wanted him to find it. she wanted him to know that she was out tonight without her wedding ring. She wanted him to hurt  and she had succeeded. 

After Samara had hung up on Josh, she had taken Kiyana’s phone and put it in her own purse. Key didn’t need her night ruined from Josh calling her all night. 

Kiyana had just stumbled back over to the section after dancing with Malik again and plopped herself down on the couch next to Joe. She wasn’t drunk, but she was definitely on as fuck. “You have fun?” Joe asked, his deep voice right by her ear making her shiver. She nodded her head.  He had been trying to test the waters all night. Rubbing on her exposed thighs, placing his hand on her lower back as they walked over to the bar and waited to be served. Joe did not give a single fuck that Kiyana was married to Josh, never did. 

Kiyana was supposed to be his. He was going to ask her out during their lunch period way back in 10th grade but that dumb fuck of an English teacher gave him detention. You could only imagine the anger that coursed through Joe’s veins once he found out that Josh had beaten him to the punch. The same Josh who never showed one ounce of interest in Kiyana.  So now that Josh had fucked up, Joe wasn’t wasting anymore time. 

“Yeah, my feet are killing me though.” She whined, staring down at her feet that were encased in a pair of 6-inch heels that Samara basically forced her to wear. 

“I bet they do.” He chuckled, placing one of his hands on her thigh, he scooted closer to her and leaned in to whisper “Your husband know you out here in this tiny ass dress?” as he slid his hand up her thigh until it reached the hem and gave it a little tug. 

“Nope, and I honestly don’t give a fuck if he did .” She whispered back, giggling when Joe raised an eyebrow at her. “Did you know he cheated on me?” She scoffed, leaning forward to grab one of the blue shots from the table, downing it before reaching for another. 

“What?” Joe gasped mockingly, covering his mouth with his hand. “Forreal? That’s wild baby girl.” Kiyana rolled her eyes and pursed her lips. 

“Yup.” She scowled. “With some bitch y’all work with.” 

“I’ve always said he wasn’t too bright. I mean who would cheat on you?” He asked, rubbing on her thigh. “The way you held him down for twenty-three years and that's how he repays you.” He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “It’s fucked up.” He finished and she nodded her head. 

“It is fucked up.”  She sighed and looked down at her left hand, frowning at the absence of her wedding ring. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, before opening them and plastering a smile on her face. “I didn’t come here to think or talk about Josh. I came here to have fun, and that’s what I'm going to do.” She said before standing up from the couch, grabbing Joe’s hand and pulling him towards the dance floor. 

They danced to about two and a half songs before Kiyana told him that she wanted another drink. So he nodded and followed behind her to the bar. 

This was the perfect opportunity for him. He stood behind her, caging her in between his body and the bar. He waited until the person next to them got their drink and walked away to strike.

“You ever think about what we did on graduation night?” Joe whispered to her. Kiyana inhaled a deep breath and met his eyes in the mirror in front of them.  She would be lying if she said she didn’t. She had thought about it plenty of times. Joe smirked then placed a kiss on her neck. “Mmhmm.” He hummed. “You remember, don't you. Sweetest pussy I ever put my mouth on” He whispered, sliding his hands from her waist to the top of her thighs. 

“Joe.” She moaned as he trailed his fingers under her dress. He arched his eyebrow at her when he felt that she had on no panties. 

“I got you.” He mumbled, placing kisses up and down her neck. “Let me take care of you.”  She let out another moan as he slipped his middle finger inside of her. “Shit, you soaked baby girl.” 

Her hand shot up to grab his wrist when he added another finger. Their eyes met in the mirror and Joe smirked at the blissed out look on her face. “Fuck i’m boutta cum.” She moaned, closing her eyes. Joe started placing kisses on her neck again, pumping his fingers into her faster. 

“Go ‘head baby, cum on my fingers.” His thumb now flickering over her clit. Kiyana bit hip lip to stifle her moans as she came, her nails leaving indents on his wrist. 

“Fuck” She muttered as she met his eyes in the mirror again. She watched as he pulled his hand out from under her dress and brought it to his mouth. Her jaw went slack as he put his finger in his mouth and closed his eyes like he was savoring the taste.

Mmhm, just like I remember.” He cupped her jaw and turned her head to face him, capturing her lips with his in a slow kiss. 

“What the fuck.” She whispered once the broke apart. Joe chuckled before placing another kiss on her lips then flagged down the bartender which she was grateful for, because she really needed that drink now.

okay Joe i see you 👀

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Sheild Members When They Hurt You During An Argument

Characters: Dean Ambrose, Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins. Fem!Reader. She/Her pronouns used.

Word Count: 5,568

A/N: I know this isn't really a headcannon, but I've been wanting to this for months. Btw, I don't really like this and I might delete it later. It depends on how it goes. Hope You Enjoy!

Dean Ambrose:

You walked around the kitchen with a stressful look on your face.

Your boyfriend Dean went out for drinks with his boys' Seth and Roman after a win against the Wyatt Family.

You decided to stay home since you were so tired, but stayed up in hopes the Dean would come home, but it's been over 2 hours and he's still yet to come. You called and texted him, but he didn't pick up, nor did his friends.

You started to get worried and was ready to get up and go look for him your damn self, but the sight of car lights caught your attention.

You looked out the window, watching as Dean stumbled out the car with Roman and Seth by his side. They say their goodbyes and head off. You stand at the door with an angry look on your face as he walks in.

He closes the door and locks it behind him. "Oh hey babe, why do you look so mad?" You gave him a glare, arms crossing over your chest. "Oh, I don't know, maybe because my boyfriend stayed out for 2 hours drinking and did not answer any single one of my calls or texts!"

Dean looked at you unfazed, passing by you to the fridge. "Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you!" You followed him as he went to the couch. He cracked open a beer and took a sip. "Oh no, no, no, you're not gonna drink more after all the alcohol from the bar."

You snatched it out his hand. "Hey, give me that back!" You shook your head stepping back. "No, no more beer." Dean groaned, but was happy once he grabbed the remote.

He was about to turn it on his show, but you grabbed that too. "And no TV. You think you're gonna come back home from the bar, after 2 hours, drink beer, and blast your show? I think not."

Dean finally got up, annoyed. "Come on Y/n, give it back." He tried grabbing it from your hand, but you backed away. "No Dean, you've had enough!" You refused to give the beer and remote back. "I said, Give. It. Back!" You felt your world freeze as Dean's hand came into a fist and hit the side of your face.

The beer and remote dropped from your hands, the glass shattering on the floor and batteries flying out the remote. You slid down against the wall, looking up at while holding your face. "All you had to do was give it to me, and you wouldn't be on the floor."

Dean then walked away, going back to the fridge and grabbing a new beer. You stood up in disbelief and rushed out the house, snatching the car keys on the way. You weren't about to let him disrespect you like that. You ended up driving to your friend Aj's house and slept there.

-

The morning when Dean woke up, he had a huge headache. He didn't know where he was, when he looked around he saw he was in the bed fully clothed. He got up and looked around the house to notice you weren't there.

He didn't remember you saying anything about going to the arena. Come to think about it, he doesn't remember anything from last night.

Maybe you went to the gym. He went to the fridge and grabbed a beer. While he walked to the couch he noticed the remote on the floor, and the batteries nowhere to be seen. As well as a broken glass on the floor and that's when it hit him.

The glass fell from his hands as he sped through the house in search of his phone. "Oh fuck, shit, oh my god." He grabbed his phone and instantly called you, but you didn't pick up. He ran a hand over his face, letting out a sigh. He didn't know what to do.

He decided to call Seth for some advice. "Hey Deano, what's up? How ya feeling after last night?" Dean was quick to answer. "Man, I fucked up bad." Seth took notice of Dean's stressed voice. "Why, what happened?" Dean explained everything that happened and how you left.

"Dean, you're such a dumbass! You're lucky she didn't break up with you!" Dean stayed silent like a boy getting scolded by his Mom. "Don't say that please. I feel really bad, and I need y'all's help getting her back." Seth rubbed his forehead. "Okay, let me call Roman and tell him the situation."

The boys ended up meeting at a restaurant to talk things over. "I can't believe you actually hit her Dean, what were you thinking?" Roman scolded Dean. "I-I don't know. I was drunk, and I just wanted more, but she was nagging me and wouldn't let me get it.

Dean leaned back, his shaky voice known to his brothers. He bit at his nails while his leg bounced up and down. They could tell he was worried. Worried about his relationship. "Okay, what does she like?" Dean looked at them confused.

"What do you mean?" Roman shrugged his shoulders. "Well, what does she like to do? Does she like going out?" Dean quickly shook his head 'no.' "Oh no, she hates being in public, especially with all the fans." Roman took note of that in his head.

"Okay so inside. In your relationship, who does all the cooking?" Dean pouted. "Her, why?" A smile came to Seth and Roman's face as they looked at each other. "Good, because that means you're gonna cook her a homemade meal, all by yourself."

Dean's face planted onto the table. "No, I hate cooking." Roman slapped him on his neck. "Nope, you're gonna cook dinner, and apologize to her." Dean nodded his head, but knew deep down inside that he didn't want to, but he'd do anything to get you back.

Dean came back home to a dark, cold, empty house. It's never been like this. Usually it's a bright, smelling good, and full of energy, but with you gone it feels empty.

He went to the kitchen and fished him something to eat, which there were many options, but he didn't know how to cook that. You were always the one to cook for him. He grabbed a beer on the way and went to bed.

1 Week Later

It has been a week and Dean decided to get his act together. Cleaning the house, learning how to cook, he was ready for you to come back to where you belong.

Home.

He called you and to his surprise you answered. "Uh, hi." You sounded awkward as you spoke. "Hey, I just wanted to know if you could come back home. I need to show you something. I totally understand if you're not ready, or if you don't. Wanna talk to me again, but-" You cut off his rambling.

"Yeah Dean, I'll come back. Just give me an hour or 2." You hung up, leaving a smiling Dean. He quickly rushed to the room, fishing out the new outfit Seth and Roman got him.

You unlocked the door, Aj following behind you. "Aj, I'll be fine, you can go home now." You tried reassuring your friend. Dean walked around the corner with a bouquet of roses in his hand. "You." Aj pointed at him, walking close to him.

"If you ever land another hand on her, I swear I'll kick your ass. She came to my house at 2 in the morning, crying about how you got drunk and then punched her. You've got some big balls to hit on a woman like that!"

You gently dragged Aj away, forcing her to look at you. "It's okay, if things go bad, I'll call you, okay?" Aj gave one last look to Dean and then nodded her head. "Fine, but call me before you go to bed." You sent her off, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Sorry about her, she's just been really protective ever since- the incident." You took your jacket off and set it on the hanger. "These are for you." Dean held the bouquet out, allowing you to sniff them. You took a sniff, smiling at the smell. "I picked them today."

You set them aside and sat in the chair as Dean held it out. He went to the kitchen and got the plates before serving you both. "I made this earlier. It's just Lasagna." You both dug in, letting out a surprise sound at the taste.

"Oh my god Dean, this tastes good." Dean took in your compliment, continuing to eat. It was silent between the two of you except for some small talk on what you've been doing at Aj's house. Dean set the fork down , the loud clattering known.

"Look Y/n, we both know the real reason why I called you over here." You put your fork down, giving him your attention.

"I know what I did was wrong, but I need you to know that I love you. Even though what I did was unacceptable, and would make any woman leave, hell, even call the police. You don't gotta believe me, or feel any sympathy for my apology. I just want you to know I'm sorry, and that I'll always love you."

You looked at Dean with an unfazed look, almost taunting him. "I don't wanna beg, but I cooked for you, I cleaned the whole damn house, I even went and got out a new outfit, and let me tell you, this is so not my style. Isn't this showing you that I'll do anything to save our relationship?"

You looked at him thinking deep down. He did all this stuff that everyone knows he would never do. He's taking huge risks just to stay and be with you.

"What can I do? I'll call Vince and tell him to take me off work for a couple of months, I'll stop the arguing with you, he'll, I'll even stop drinking, please don't leave me!" Dean then broke down at his last sentence, tears gathering to his eyes.

He quickly wiped them away, not wanting you to see him cry. You huffed, standing up and walking towards him. You took him in your arms, letting his head rest against your chest as you scratched at his scalp. "It's okay, Dean. I forgive you, don't cry." Dean wrapped his arms around your waist and squeezed the life outta you.

He couldn't lose you over alcohol. He'll change just to be with you.

Roman Reigns:

Tonight was a very important night for Roman. He has a chance to win the United States Championship against Rusev tonight.

You walked in the locker room and saw the whole Shield sitting down talking. "Hey guys, is it okay if I come in?" They nodded their heads and you sat next to Roman. "Hey baby, how are you feeling about tonight?" You asked, rubbing up and down his tattooed arm.

"Excited, but nervous. I don't wanna lose. Who knows when I'm gonna get another shot at a title?" You frowned at his negative talk. "Hey, don't talk like that. You're gonna go out there, kick ass, and win. Win that belt for the WWE Universe, win it for Seth and Dean, and most importantly, for me."

He smiled at your mini speech, kissing your cheek. "Yeah, you're right." He let out a sigh, closing his eyes. "Don't take offense, but I don't want any of y'all coming out there tonight. I need to focus." The boys nodded in agreement, but your face scrunched up. "You don't want me out there?"

Roman looked at you, seeing somewhat of a hurt expression. "Don't take it like that. I love you, but you can't be out there. Rusev might use you as an advantage, or you could be a distraction." Your mouth dropped open, you standing up fast.

"Why would you think I would be a distraction, let alone let Rusev use me against you? Do you not trust me?" Roman shook his head. "No Y/n, you know what I mean, stop trying to make it something it isn't." You grabbed your bag, walking to the door.

"Fine, good luck winning the belt. I'll show you I'm not a distraction!" Roman called out your name, but you were already walking down the hall. Roman brushed your reaction off, getting up and going to the gorilla for the match.

-

You and the boys did what was told, sitting back in the locker room and watching his match. Fans were excited for this, wanting Roman to shut Rusev up. "You think he's gonna win?" Dean asked, watching as Roman hit Rusev with a closeline. "He's gotta focus, and not let Rusev overpower him."

Seth reasoned, eyes growing wide when he saw Lana running down the ramp. "Wait, what's Lana doing?" You perked up at the question, watching as Lana ran down the ramp in her white heels.

Lana got in the apron, yelling at the referee, grabbing his attention. "Oh hell no." Before Seth and Dean could stop you, you ran out the door, and into the entrance way. Fans cheered as you came running, swiping Lana's leg from the apron, her face slamming on the mat.

The referee began yelling at you two to break it up. "Y/n, what are you doing out here?!" You heard Roman yell as you beat Lana down. "Did you not understand what I-" Roman's sentence was cut off when Rusev turned him around, and hit him with a Machka Kick.

Rusev tugged at the referee to count and that was it.

"1, 2, 3."

You looked up in shock seeing Roman on the ground, holding his head while Rusev grabbed his title and exited the ring. You quickly slid in, to Roman's side and Lana and Rusev stalked up the ramp with a smile.

Boo's could be heard around the arena as they taunted you and Roman. Roman staggered to his feet, breathing hard. "Ro, are you okay?" You tried putting a hand on his arm, but he shrugged you off, leaving the ring without a glance back to you.

'Oooos' erupted as Roman walked away, leaving you in the ring.

You followed after him backstage. "Roman wait!" Roman kept walking, ignoring your voice. "Ro, baby, stop walking so fast." Roman made it to the locker room, Seth and Dean, nowhere in sight.

"Okay, now that we're alone, we need to talk about this." Roman's head snapped to you, anger in his eyes. "No, WE don't need to talk about anything. You had one job, one fucking job and you couldn't do that. I said DON'T come out there, and what'd you do? You came out there."

You flinched at the loud tone of his voice. "Roman, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't know you were watching me. Maybe if you were watching Rusev and not me, you would've won." Your tone came firm at your statement, watching as Roman slowly walked to you. "What did you just say to me?"

You opened your mouth to repeat it. "I said if you were watching Rusev instead of me, you would've won." You felt bold saying it, but all your confidence flew out the window when Roman's hand came to your throat, cutting your air circulation off.

"Watch how you talk to me! I told you not to come out there! Listen to me when I tell you something!" Your hand was around his wrist, squeezing and tugging for him to release you. He eventually did, walking away to the bathroom. You looked at where he was in disbelief, holding throat.

He just hurt you.

Without any words in your throat, you left out, running down the hall to your friend Paige. You knocked on the door repeatedly, tears in your eyes. She opened the door with a worried face. "Y/n, why are you crying, come in!"

She tugged you in her locker room, sitting you down on the couch and grabbing water. "What happened? Talk to me." It took you a moment, but you got it out. "He choked you?" You nodded your head, showing her your neck, the large handprint..

"This isn't good, Y/n. You need to leave him, call the police, tell Vince, do something!" You were quickly to disagree with her words. "No! I can't. I love him." Paige looked at you like you were crazy. "Y/n listen to yourself! He just choked you, he could've killed you and you want to stay with him?"

Your head hung low, as you answered. "I know what he did was wrong, but he was mad. We all go a little mad sometimes, don't we?" You tried to get a laugh at the famous movie quote, but there was no smile cracking from Paige. "I'm serious, this is no time to joke around. Imma go talk to him." You just sat there as Paige left the room, knowing you couldn't stop her.

-

Paige didn't knock on Roman's door, busting right open to see him sitting on the couch. "Roman fucking Reigns, you're a real bitch!" Paige went crazy, slapping him, until she was out of breath. "Well, I deserved that."

Paige gave him a look. "You think? Who do you think you are to be choking any girl? Especially when it's your girlfriend. Y/n has done NOTHING to you, but supports you. She was trying to help."

Roman sat there silent like a kid getting scolded by his teacher. "If you weren't so busy yelling at her and watching Rusev you probably would've won the belt." Roman groaned, hands covering his ears. "Stop, Y/n said the same thing!"

Paige let out a breath. "She's right. Why did you choke her? You should've just yelled at her, told her to leave you alone." Roman quickly added, "And I did. I told her that I needed some space and I didn't want to talk to her, but she kept pushing me."

It was silent between the two. "You're lucky she didn't tell Vince or call the police." She was about to leave the room, but he stopped her. "Paige, tell her we need to talk when she's ready, please?" Paige listened to him and left to you.

The moment she opened the door you stood up. "What happened? What did you do? What did he say?" She gently pushed you backwards so you landed on the couch. "Woah, calm down, I just talked to him." You waited for her to continue.

"He said he kept telling you he needed space and for you to leave him alone, but you wouldn't stop." You nodded your head. "I just wanted to help him calm down." You sadly said, rubbing your hands over your face. "He also said he wants to talk to you when you're ready."

You looked at her when she said that. "Should I?" Paige shrugged her shoulders. "It's up to you. That's your relationship. If you wanna stay with him go talk to him, but if not you need to tell him." You took in her words, thinking hard. "I need some time."

-

Time turned into a week. You really thought hard about this. You love Roman with everything in you, but is he worth the risk of your life? You got up and dressed and went to his home, knocking on the door.

The door opened revealing a tired looking Roman. Dark bags under his eyes, he smiled. "Hey." You returned his smile. "Hello." He stepped aside, letting you in. You walked in, sitting on the living room couch. "Do you want something to eat or drink?" You politely declined, and he joined you.

The room was quiet for a few seconds before you decided to speak up. "We don't need any foreplay. We both know what happened last week." He nodded his head in agreement. "I've had a week to think about us, but I wanna hear your plea first."

Roman cleared his throat. “I know I should've never put my hands on you, especially to choke you, but I wasn't in the right state of mind that night. You were there after I told you not to, I got distracted, and lost my temper. And I'm not using that as an excuse. I can see if you don't wanna be with me, let alone friends. I'm supposed to protect you. I promised your parents to protect you with everything in me, only for it to be me who’s hurting you. I just feel like I'm such a shitty boyfriend."

A frown came to your face as he continued to speak. "You should just break up with me, call the police, tell Vince to fire me. I ain't no man." You scooted closer to him, cupping his cheeks in your hand.

"Listen to me Ro, even though you did something that is unacceptable, that doesn't change the fact that you're a great boyfriend. I'm sorry that I was trying to help after you told me not to, but I just wanted to be useful to you."

You both sat in silence, taking in each other's words. “I wanna stay with you, but we gotta take things slow, like turtle slow. I need to regain my trust. I was so scared that day. I thought you were gonna kill me.” Roman’s eyes grew wide at your confession. “I would never, but I can see why.”

You ran your hand over his knuckles. “Just take it slow, real slow.” He kissed your knuckle as a thank you.

Seth Rollins:

You walked down the halls, making your way to Seth's locker room.

You just finished an important match that's giving you an opportunity for the Divas Championship.

You opened the door to see Seth sitting on the couch typing on his phone, and TV off. "Hey baby, did you see my match?" You asked, breathing heavy.

Seth grumbled a response, continuing to type away. "Seth?" Seth ignored you, eyes still glued to his phone. "Seth!" Seth's eyes snapped up to you. "What!?" He screamed just as loud as you. "Did you hear me?" Seth stood up, nodding his head.

"Yeah, something about going to the catering? Look, I have to go meet a friend, I'll talk to you later." He placed a kiss on your cheek and walked away.

You stood there looking confused. What was on his phone? Why did all of a sudden he had to go 'meet a friend?' Why couldn’t he tell you who it was? You brushed your questions off and decided to take a shower to cool down and get the sweat off you.

-

You washed up and made your way to the catering. You walked in and saw Roman and Dean sitting at the corner table, Dean devouring a plate of pizza. "Hey boys." Roman greeted you and Dean waved. "Damn Dean, is it good?" You giggled as he grunted. You looked around the room for Seth.

When you got out of the shower he said he would be here. "Have you guys seen Seth?" Roman answered, "Yeah, he was here before you came, but left after getting a text or something." You stayed silent, taking in the information Roman told you. Again with the phone thing and leaving.

Just then Seth walked in, taking a seat next to you. "Hey guys, what are we talking about?" Dean cut in. "Oh, we were talking about how you were-" You quickly stopped Dean from talking. “About how good you're gonna be in your match next week."

You awkwardly laughed, smiling at Seth's suspicious look. "Anyways, when I was on my way here I overheard some staff members talking about how Donald Trump is supposed to-." Seth didn't finish his story before Becky came up to him, tapping him on his shoulder.

"Seth, can we talk?" Everyone's attention went to Becky as Seth looked at her. "Yeah, let's go somewhere more private." Without hesitation he stood up, going with her.

It was silent as you and the boys wondered what just happened. "Did Becky just take our boy away?" Dean asked, breaking the silence. "Yeah, yeah she did." Roman said, chuckling in disbelief. "Guys, I know this might sound crazy, but I think Seth might be cheating on me."

Dean and Roman looked at you like you were crazy. "I know, I know, you may be thinking 'why?' It's because he's been glued to his phone recently, not watching my matches, and I have a feeling it's with Becky." You sighed, running a hand over your face.

This was all too stressful for you right now. "I think I'm gonna head to the hotel early, I'll talk to y'all next week." The boys let you go, seeing sadness in your eyes.

-

Next week came around the corner and boy were you excited. The chance to win the title against Aj was here. You've trained for this day to come and now that it's here you can't wait.

You were standing at the gorilla with Seth, Roman and Dean, doing your stretches. "Don't stress out, okay? You're gonna win that title for yourself." Roman said, shaking you by the shoulders. "And for us!" Dean added, a laugh erupting from all of you.

Seth was about to say something, but his phone dinged. "Oh guys I gotta go, good luck babe." He left, walking down the hall. You watched as Seth walked away, a sad look on your face. "Hey, focus on your match and then you'll get back to him." You nodded your head continuing your stretches until it was time.

-

It seems like their pep talk did wonders because you came up winning the title. You were crying with tears of joy, standing up tall with the title. Aj sat on the mat, throwing a fit while screaming, but you didn't care. You just won your first ever title.

You stayed out for a while before heading backstage. The first people who met you were Dean and Roman. Dean engulfed you in a hug, squeezing you tightly. "Dean, please let me go. You're squeezing the life outta me." Dean compiled, letting you go following a hug from Roman.

"We're so proud of you. You got your first ever gold while being in the shield!" You smiled thanking them once more. "Have you guys seen Seth?" Their smiles dropped fast. "No. He hasn't come back since you left." A frown came to your face. He was probably watching the match from his locker room. "It's okay I'll go see him."

You entered his locker room, seeing he wasn't there. "Seth?" You called out, looking around. You spot his phone on the table. You picked it up, it turned on when a notification came up. It was Becky texting him. You tried to open his phone, but it was locked with a password.

You then tried to open it with his password, but it didn't work. He changed it? You were too invested in his phone that you didn't hear Seth's footsteps coming to you. "Y/n, what are you doing with my phone?" You turned around seeing him. "I won my match!" You showed him your title, with a smile.

"Okay, now please give me my phone." Your smile dropped when you noticed he didn't care. "Seth, can I ask you something?" His eyes didn't meet yours, with them on his phone. "If I get my phone back, yeah." You let off a breath before asking. "Are you cheating on me with Becky?"

Seth froze as he heard you. "What? Why would you think that?" You dryly chuckled. "You've been glued to your phone like it's your heart. You're always texting her and then leaving, so I'm gonna ask again. Is it Becky?"

You could see anger in his face. "No! I'm not cheating on you. Now give me my phone back!" He reached for it, but you backed away. "No, I don't believe you. Just tell me the truth!" Seth took a deep breath, inching closer to you. "I'm not gonna tell you again, give it back."

You held the phone farther from you. "No, if you're cheating on me I-" You stopped talking when Seth pushed you back, grabbing his phone. Your whole body fell backwards, slamming into the glass table behind you.

The loud thud and glass shattering caught the attention of Seth. You winced in pain as the glass stabbed your skin, blood leaking from your body. Seth dropped his phone. "Y-y/n?" He slowly inched towards you, but you jumped in pain.

Knocks came to the door, following people entering the room. "Seth what did you do!?" Seth's attention turned to Roman and Dean and many other superstars who had the look of horror in their eyes.

He was pushed aside by Vince and Triple H when they came into the room. "Someone call an ambulance!" An ambulance shortly arrived, taking you on a stretcher while everyone looked on. "Seth, you gotta tell us what happened." Vince questioned Seth, but Seth couldn't speak.

His whole body was full of guilt. "I-I-" Dean stood up, getting in his face. "Tell us! Tell us what happened! Why was she covered in her own blood!?" Roman pulled him back, calming him down. "I-I pushed h-her." Silence filled in the room as Seth walked away.

He ignored the calls from people and kept walking. He needed to be alone.

-

It's been 2 days since you came to the hospital and the only people that had came to see you were Roman, Dean, your bosses, and parents. You were kind of bummed out that Seth hasn't come, but at the same time glad.

You don't know how you're gonna face him. A knock at the door made you sit up slightly. Walked in was a nurse with pills in a glass of water in her hands. "Hey Y/n, I need you to take your medicine." You took the pills, pushing the glass of water aside. "Just wanted to let you know that you have a visitor. Would you like them to come in?" You nodded your head, closing your eyes.

The nurse walked out and Vince came in. "Hey kid, how ya feeling?" You shrugged your shoulders. "In pain, but it's getting better. The doctor said it would take 2 or 3 weeks for all my cuts to heal." Vince took note of that. "Y/n, did you think he did it on purpose?"

You gave him a questioning look. "Push me?" Vince nodded his head. "Because if you think that, we can press charges, and maybe even fire him." You were quick to dismiss his choices. "No! Please don't! I don't think he did. He just really wanted his phone and I wasn't giving it to him."

Vince didn't know if he should believe you are not, but decided to anyway. "Alright, whatever you say. Imma go and let you get some rest." He left the room, leaving you alone. You stared up at the ceiling, thinking about everything that's happened this week.

-

When you woke up, you felt your hand being squeezed tightly. The sound of sobs came to your ears as you turned your head. It was Seth sitting in the chair, holding your hand while crying.

"Seth?" He jumped at the sound of your voice, standing up quickly. "S-sorry to bother you. I'll be l-leaving now." Before he could take 3 steps you stopped him. "Seth, don't go." He stopped in his tracks. "Sit." He compiled, sitting in the spot from earlier.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, looking down at your body littered with cuts and bruises. "50/50. Hurt, but not too bad." He watched as you sat up from your spot, giving him your full attention. "I'm pretty sure you know why I'm here."

You nodded your head. "There's no words that can describe how sorry I am. I didn't know there was a table behind you. I just wanted my phone, I didn't want you to find out!"

Your face turned into confusion at the last part of his sentence. "Find out about what?" Seth shook his head, sniffing the tears away.

"Me and Becky have been talking about ways to help our relationship out. I've been noticing how upset you've been looking and how drained you are, so I asked her for help since y'all used to be friends in NXT. It was supposed to be a surprise for our anniversary."

Your mouth dropped open in shock. That's why he's been so secretive. No wonder she's been asking you what things would make you happy and always talking to your parents behind your back. "Oh my Seth, I'm-'' Seth cut you off, knowing what you were gonna say.

"No, I should be the one apologizing. I lost my temper over my phone and look at where it got us." You let out a sigh seeing how hurt he was. Taking your hand in his and intertwining before giving a squeeze. “We can try again, but no more hiding phones, and let’s take it slow.” He thanked you repeatedly, kissing your hand. “Thank you, I promise I’ll be more honest with you.”

You both fell asleep that night in relief.

[imaginexwwe]

NOT GOING ANYWHERE - Dominik Mysterio

REQUESTED - DOMINIK MYSTERIO X FEM READER WITH "IM NOT GIVING UP ON YOU"

BY - @micheleamidalajedi

•

Dominik starts to worry that his work is starting to take a toll on his relationship with girlfriend Y|N

•

Dominik sighed looking down at the text he had typed up to his girl, Y|N contemplating if he should send finally send it.

Or spend another thirty minutes trying to think of another way to re-word it.

But he knew it didn't matter how many times he deleted and retyped the text he had to send.

Canceling is still canceling.

And unfortunately for the woman he had to send the text to, Dominik had to cancel plans they had.

Again.

"You're ready?" Dominik heard his tag partner for his upcoming match, Damien Priest, ask quickly getting a nod from Dominik.

"Yeah." He replied, tapping send.

I just hope she understands, Dominik thought to himself.

•

A few days later Dominik paced around around the bedroom of his and Y|N's shared apartment.

He had been home for a few hours while his girl had been out.

And had decided to spend his time decorating their bedroom with rose petals and candles.

Upon hearing noise from the locks on the front door, soon followed by the sound of the door opening and closing.

Dominik stopped his nervous pacing, to bend down picking up the massive bouquet of red roses he'd had made for Y|N.

I hope she's not too pissed, he couldn't help but think still worried from the fact that he had to cancel important plans he had made with her.

"Dominik." He heard Y|N call out. "Babe."

"In the bedroom." Dominik responded.

Y|N's footsteps were heard as she quickly made her way up the stairs and to their bedroom.

A surprised look on her face as she took in the way Dominik had set their room up.

"Babe..." She said, a smile forming on her lips. "What's all this? And how are you here?" Y|N asked, coming closer to him. "I thought I was picking you up later tonight from the airport."

"I was able to get a earlier flight."

Y|N nodded, coming even closer to give Dominik a quick, yet tender kiss on his lips, a smile still visible on her face. "You should've said something, Dom. I would've been there to meet you when you landed."

"I know." Dominik nodded, a smile now on his face also. "But it gave me time to set this up."

Dominik had known with Y|N's classes at the college near by she would be away.

And so when he found out he could get an earlier flight than the one he originally had, he quickly made a few changes.

It all played out perfectly, as Dominik was able to have a few hours at home alone to set up the rose petals and candles before his fiance got back home.

"Are those for me?" Y|N asked, with a giggle as she pointed to the bouquet Dominik had forgotten he was holding.

"Oh, yeah." Dominik chuckled, extending his arms to give Y|N the roses.

"Mmm..." Y|N moaned, as she brought the roses to her nose, taking in the sweet aroma they gave off. "What did I do to deserve this?" She asked, looking back up at Dominik.

Dominik shook his head smiling. "You didn't do anything babe." He replied, his smile slowly dissapearing from his face. "It's more of what I did that I felt I needed to make up for."

"What did you do?"

"A few days ago."Dominik replied, giving Y|N a confused look. "I had to miss our first anniversary."

Again, Y|N giggled, leaning up to give Dominik another kiss. "Dom, you had to work. I understood that." She replied, looking up at him. "I'm sure there's going to be another anniversary you might have to miss and it upsets me, yeah. But I understand babe. You don't have a regular career. You have a career that requires a lot of traveling and you can't just always be off on days you want." She finished, placing the bouquet on the bed, and reaching out to take Dominik's hands into her smaller ones. "I get it."

Dominik pulled Y|N into a tight embrace, giving her a kiss on her head.

How did he become so lucky?

"I was worried all week that I was going to come home and you'd be pissed and ready to leave me." He admitted with a chuckle.

"I can't be pisssd at something that's out of your control." Y|N replied, as she shook her head. "I'm not leaving you, babe." She spoke again, looking up at him. "Leaving would be giving up and I'm not giving up on you. On us." Y|N said with a smile.

Dominik nodded, still smiling down at her. "I love you, baby."

"I love you more, Dom."

•

HOPE YOU ENJOYED AND THANK YOU FOR SENDING IN A REQUEST ❤

[itsrheasgirl]

Okay, but in the light of the recents events can you write some angst? Rhea and reader are close friends for years and had always been affectionate and caring towards each other.

After Rhea’s boyfriend proposed to her there’s a party to celebrate the occasion and accidentally Rhea hears a conversation between reader and another wrestler (who only knows about readers feelings for Rhea). The wrestler is asking how is the reader coping and does she regret never telling Rhea about her true feelings to which the R answers that she was never Rhea’s choice and all she wants is to see her happy even if that means never knowing what could have been between them. When Rhea hears that she’s completely shocked and broken because she too was hiding her feelings because she never thought that anything between her and her friend can ever happen.

You can continue it however you feel like, but with happy ending between the two of them please

HAPPILY (N)EVER AFTER - PART 1

RHEA RIPLEY X FEM!READER

WORD COUNT: 4,653

SUMMARY: WHEN RHEA TELLS YOU SHE’S GETTING MARRIED, YOU FIND YOURSELF IN THE ARMS OF A FRIEND AND FALLING APART AT THE SEAMS DURING HER ENGAGEMENT PARTY. BUT WILL IT END WITH A HAPPY EVER AFTER?

TW: ANGSTY.

- - - -

— I’M ENGAGED! 🙈

You couldn’t take your eyes off the text message as it sat in the center of your phone screen, a sharp pain driving into your chest as your breath held itself tightly in your throat. Rhea was getting married.

It had come as no surprise to you. You knew the day would come that Rhea’s boyfriend would finally propose, taking the one person you cared about the most in the world away from you and yet you still couldn’t convince yourself to breathe.

“Rhea’s engaged.”

You almost whispered over to Sonya as you both bent forward into downward dog, the dagger in your chest tightening as those two words played over and over in your subconscious. You didn’t want to say the words out loud but you couldn’t stop them, your form faltering as you heard the female beside you gasp.

Sonya dropped out of position instantly and sat cross legged on her yoga mat with a grin from ear to ear, the words coming from between her lips in a high pitched tone.

“I’m sorry what!”

You didn’t want to have to repeat yourself, the words tasted like copper in your mouth and saying them again out loud would hurt you even more the second time.

Lowering your position back down onto your knees, you sit back and exhale a shallow breath. Sonya knew all about how you’d spent the last few years pining after Rhea, ever since you’d been pulled up to the big leagues from NXT. She knew how you’d left every event Rhea had attended with her boyfriend miserable because she’d been too busy with him to pay attention to you.

It’s not like you’d expected her to ignore him, but you hadn’t expected her to ignore you either.

Slowly bringing your posture round to sit cross legged in front of Sonya, you tilt your head up to meet her gaze and plaster your best ‘I’m so happy for her’ grin upon your lips.

“She’s engaged. Rhea’s getting married.”

Sonya could see the pain on your face; even though you tried your hardest to hide it from her. Rhea was such a big part of your life, how could you not be hurting.

Shuffling a little closer to your closed off posture, the dark haired female took your hand in hers without a word. She didn’t want to force you to talk about it; at least not yet, instead the two of you sat in the empty gym in silence.

- - - -

You could faintly hear the music from inside the bar as you sat outside in the empty parking lot, surrounded by nothing but your own thoughts. It had been a rough few days for you, battling with the fact that Rhea was getting married was harder than you’d expected it to be and if you were being completely honest with yourself; it still hadn’t quite sunk in.

You’d chosen to give Rhea some distance. She needed time to get used to being a fiancé and you; well you weren’t entirely sure you could face her without giving away the fact you were disappointed that she was marrying someone else.

Tracing your finger over the rim of your empty champagne glass, you exhale a long sigh. It had taken everything in you to attend Rhea’s engagement party. Being around her and your friends whilst struggling with your feelings about the whole situation was hard; it was the main reason you’d slunk off to have some alone time, you needed a moment to let out your emotions and the extensive guest list for the party had left you with limited options.

Placing the empty glass down at your feet, you hunched your back and lowered your head into your awaiting hands. The sharp pain in your lungs from days before had yet to subside; the constant thought of Rhea’s text flashing across your screen reigniting the fire in your chest that burned stronger than any other heartache you’d felt before and it showed no sign of stopping.

Closing your eyes tightly as the sound of approaching heels rang in your eardrums, you prayed it was just a stranger coming for a cigarette or maybe to throw up in a bush.

You weren’t in the right headspace to talk with anyone right now, but knowing your luck it would be the one person you weren’t quite ready to face. Other than when you’d arrived alongside Sonya and Bianca, you hadn’t said two words to Rhea. She had been far too busy with the line of people desperate to congratulate her and you— well you’d actually been avoiding her.

Keeping your hands buried in your palms, you slowly parted your fingers to peek at the shoes that stood before you. Relief instantly washed over you as they fell upon the unnecessary high pair of stilettos you’d lent to Sonya for the special occasion. You thought you’d been quite successful when you’d managed to slip away from the group; but not quite successful enough it seemed.

“There you are.”

Sonya uttered. Her slender frame towering over you as you remained face in hands.

“What are you doing out here?”

She didn’t really need an answer. Sonya knew exactly why you’d hidden yourself away, but that hadn’t stopped her from coming to find you non the less. Taking a seat beside you on the old wooden bench, her slender fingers pulled a single palm from your face to hold tightly in her own grasp.

“You should be inside with everyone else, Son. We don’t want the bride-to-be noticing you’re missing.”

“I could say the same to you.”

Sonya sighed.

“She hasn’t noticed I’m missing.”

You almost bark; a throaty scoff parting your lips as your second palm dropped to your lap. Your neck craning so you can look over in Sonya’s direction with sullen eyes.

“If I hadn’t said hi, she wouldn’t even know I was here.”

The words tore at your chest as you spoke, but it was reality and you had to face that. You weren’t on Rhea’s radar, you never had been and her future was with the man who’d asked her to marry him.

“Rhea loves you.”

Sonya muttered as her hold upon your palm tightened slightly.

“You're her best friend, of course she would know if you weren’t here. You’re connected.”

A shallow sigh burst free from your lungs as you swallowed back the tight lump that began to form in your throat, words leaving your lips laced with sarcasm.

“Not in any way that counts.”

You hoped Sonya wouldn’t push it any further. You hadn’t talked to anyone about how Rhea’s engagement was making you feel and you planned to keep it that way. It wasn’t anyone else’s burden to bare but your own.

Exhaling another shallow breath, you lean back against the bench and tilt your head up to face the heavens. The sky was so clear, you could see every star as they shone across the midnight sky and the beauty of it all tugged at the corners of your lips.

“I’m fine, Sonya. Please don’t let me ruin your night. Go, enjoy the party.”

A few moments passed before Sonya said anything, her voice soft and heartwarming as she gave your palm another squeeze. You were always too concerned for the well-being of others and never took care of yourself. It was something you’d always done.

“I’m not leaving until you talk to me, Y/N. You can’t keep hiding your feelings about this from everyone. It’s going to eat you alive until you break and you shouldn’t be alone when that happens.”

You could feel the lump in your throat cutting off your airways as it began to grow larger. Of course Sonya was right. The more you pushed down your emotions, the harder you would break when your body finally had enough.

“I can’t.”

You choked out through labored breath, your bottom lip beginning to tremble as you held on tightly to Sonya’s hand.

“I can’t face it. I can’t let myself feel it. I just can’t.”

Sonya leant forward so she could look upon you with concern in her gaze, her dark hues catching the tremble in your lip and the tightness of your chest as she took both your palms in hers.

There was only so much heartbreak a person could take and watching the woman you loved marry someone else broke that barrier and then some.

Smoothing the pads of her thumbs against the top of your hands and tracing each knuckle at a time, Sonya exhaled a muted breath. She wanted to help you, to be your shoulder to cry on as you let out all the bottled up feelings you had pushed deep down, but she didn’t know how to help you when you wouldn’t help yourself.

“Listen to me, babe. Rhea is your best friend, she’s the love of your life and you need to process this now or at the end of the day, you're gonna lose her completely. Do you want that?”

Of course you didn’t want that. Yes Rhea was getting married, but that’s all she was doing. She wasn’t moving away, she wasn’t leaving you. She would still come over to your apartment at midnight if you needed her, she would still spend girls night getting drunk and dancing till your feet hurt. She was your best friend and she wouldn’t abandon you because of a guy.

Slowly lowering your gaze from the sparkling sky and down to meet the chocolate pools of Sonya’s hues, you swallow harshly in hopes to keep your tears at bay.

“No.”

Was all you could manage as you pulled in a stammered breath, the prickle of a threatening break burning at your eyes.

“Then talk to me.”

Sonya’s voice was always so soothing. Her tone was sweet as honey, but still firm.

Letting your lids flutter closed for a brief moment, you inhale a deep breath to fill your lungs. The tightness in your chest sent a pain down your spine as you gave Sonya’s hands a soft squeeze, your exhale coming out in stammered bursts.

“She’s getting married, Son. There is nothing I can do, nothing I can say that’s going to change that. What does telling you my feelings do except hurt me more?”

Sonya wasn’t entirely sure what to say. She couldn’t put the words in your mouth, you needed to figure them out on your own but it had been six days since you’d found out about Rhea’s engagement and you’d not said two words about it to anyone. It had to be killing you and all she wanted to do was help.

Exhaling a shallow breath as she mulled things over in silence, Sonya kept her watchful gaze upon you. The tremor in your lip was still very present and she could see the tears as they began to glistened across your lense, not yet ready to break the waterline.

“She needs to know how you feel, babe. You have to tell her the truth.”

- - - -

Rhea’s fingers spread out on the wooden door frame ahead of her as she pushed out into the cool night air, her plush lips curving into a warm smile as her ring glistened in the moonlight.

She couldn’t believe how many people had shown up to celebrate her engagement, her fiancé had even flown out her parents as a surprise; but she was desperate for a second alone. Ever since the party had started, she hadn’t had a second to breathe, the constant flood of people congratulating her never seemed to end. There were only so many times she could say thank you before it started to drive her insane, eventually things had finally calmed down enough for her to sneak outside for a breath of air and she couldn’t be more grateful.

Stepping out into the empty parking lot, she let her lids fall and inhaled the largest breath. Flooding every inch of her lungs with the crisp midnight breeze, she raised her lids only to fall upon the back of your head in the distance.

Sonya’s gaze grew wide as she spotted Rhea standing by the bar entrance, her actions to stop your sudden outburst not quite fast enough as you opened your mouth to speak loud enough that Rhea would definitely hear.

“How- How I feel?.”

Sonya shook her head gently in hopes you’d stop talking but you ignored it and kept going in a slightly breathless tone. Your words were thick in your throat which made it harder for you to breathe, but you persevered.

“What am I supposed to do Sonya, just walk up to her in the middle of her perfect fucking engagement party and tell her I’m in love with her? Tell her she shouldn’t be marrying him, she should be marrying me?”

Sonya’s lips parted; unable to speak words as she simply watched you falling apart before her. The well in your eyes deepened as tears threatened to break your waterline, the thickness in your voice casted in emotion as you tried to swallow.

“She loves him, Sonya. She doesn’t love me. She’s never loved me. She will never love me. So why— why would I punish myself and tell her I’ve loved her since the day we met, when I’ll get nothing in return but a broken heart? Huh. WHY?!”

Your breathing was getting harder and the knife in your chest was tightening, twisting and twisting like a vice as it pushed all the air from your lungs. Sonya had pushed you to this, she’d told you to let go and feel. But had she been prepared for this?

Sonya kept a watchful eye on Rhea over your shoulder, unable to stop the crumbling wall she’d detonated as you blurted out the things you hadn’t planned on Rhea ever hearing.

“Y/N, I—”

Sonya was lost for words. She didn’t want to stop you from finally giving in to all the pain Rhea’s engagement was causing you, but at the same time she didn’t want to add to the awkward situation Rhea had found herself in. She had no idea how you felt about her getting married; how could she? You’d avoided every text message and ever phone call from her over the last few days, desperate to keep your emotions at bay.

“I can’t burden her with this, Sonya. Rhea deserves to get married and be happy, she deserves to walk down that aisle with nothing but joy. If I tell her that I love her.. that I’ve always loved her..”

You pause to inhale a shaky breath as the first few tears break free from your waterline, trickling down your cheek and dripping onto the emerald satin of your dress.

“I have to let her go, Son.”

Was all you could utter as your throat grew tight and your demeanor fell lax as you slumped in your seat.

You knew Sonya was trying to make things better, getting you to admit to your feelings for Rhea was only the first step in what was going to be a long night for you and as much as it was hurting you; you had to admit it was helping.

“Go back inside, Sonya. I’ll come in soon, I promise.”

Exhaling a long sign, Sonya extended her palm to swipe away the stray tear that clung to your cheek. Her fingertip sliding beneath your chin and tilting your head back up so she could address you head on with her words.

“Don’t stay out here punishing yourself Y/N, if you're not back inside in twenty minutes I'm coming back out here to get you.”

Getting up without another word, Sonya leant down to press her lips against the top of your head and turned to head back inside. You needed a little alone time and as much as she wanted to stay with you, keep you safe while you broke down over losing the most important girl in your life, but she had more important things to deal with. She needed to get Rhea back inside and away from you, she’d heard more than she needed too and Sonya wasn't willing to let her address the situation until you were ready.

You wanted to make sure Sonya actually left, that you were finally alone to release the emotion she had pulled from you but as you stared down at your palm and inhaled a labored breath, you couldn’t help the unstoppable tears that broke free from behind your lids. Your cheeks instantly moistening as the waterfall of emotions finally hits the surface.

- - - - -

Smoothing away the smudges of black from under your eyes as you inspected your reflection in the bathroom mirror, you exhaled a small huff and pushed back off the sink ledge. You just had to make it through the night. Rhea didn’t know a thing and as long as you could keep it together, everything would be fine.

Crossing the bathroom floor as you smoothed out your emerald dress, you stop abruptly when a pair of heels appear before you. They weren't the shoes you’d leant Sonya, they weren’t Bianca’s or Liv’s. Swallowing a large lump that formed in your throat, you slowly raised your gaze to meet Rhea’s glimmering sapphire hues.

“Fuck.”

You scoffed under your breath, forcing your plush lips into a warm smile as you contemplated what you should say to her. You knew she’d be mad at you, you’d been avoiding her for days but you had to say something. Pulling your palm through curled locks, you inhaled yet another breath.

“Having a good night?”

‘Having a good night?’ Your subconscious screamed. Could you not have come up with something else? Rhea’s gaze was fixed on you, locked in like she had something to say and yet she said nothing. The two of you stood in silence simply looking at each other and waiting for the other to speak. Your palms began to sweat as you finally broke eye contact, a soft smile pulling at the corner of your lips as you scoffed a small chuckle. Even after all the years of knowing Rhea, she still made you nervous.

“Rhea, you okay?”

You uttered, your entire form moving forward and in her direction.

“You look like you just got bad news, babe what's going on?”

Your worry about saying the wrong thing to Rhea disappeared as she remained motionless in front of you. Why wasn’t she speaking? What had happened?

Stretching out your palm towards Rhea’s, you flinch slightly as she yanks her hand away. The expression on her face falling even more sullen as she inhales a breath and takes a small step away from you.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Rhea finally broke her silence. Her palms remaining at her sides as she kept her gaze upon you. You felt your heart as it dropped in your cheat, your windpipe closing around the air as it tried to escape your lungs. You couldn’t breathe and you didn’t know what to do.

“What–”

You choked out, trying your best to remain calm.

“What are you talking about?”

Had Sonya said something? She was the only one who knew about your feelings for Rhea and she was known for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. Swallowing the nerves that began to return, you froze as Rhea finally closed the distance once more and took your palm within her own.

“I heard you.. I was outside and.. You love me?”

Each sentence was stammered and incomplete but you quickly pieced together what had happened, your fingers winding with Rhea’s as she held onto your palm tightly. She wasn’t going to let you go until she got the answers she needed and as much as you regretted everything she’d heard, you didn’t really want her to let go.

“You expect me to tell you I’m in love with you when three days ago you told me you're getting married. Are you crazy?”

A small chortle parted your lips as you shook your head gently, the nerves that boiled beneath your skin dying down as you watched Rhea’s lips curve into an impish grin. Her fingers tightening even more with your own as she pulled you a little closer towards her.

“You could have told me four days ago.”

“And what difference would that have made, Rhea?”

You scoffed, pulling your palm free from hers and turning your back as you crossed the bathroom, spinning on heeled feet as you continued.

“Are you seriously telling me that if four days ago I had come to you and said I love you, that you should be with me, that we should be as happy as you are with him, that it would have made a difference on how things would be right now?”

You didn’t want to raise your voice at Rhea, partly because she scared you, but mainly because you couldn’t face the emotions it would undoubtedly pull back up and you’d just managed to calm yourself after the first time. Rhea hadn’t moved but neither had her features, the impish grin still plastered on her lips as she watched you vent. Why was she so calm about all of this?

“Yes.”

She finally spoke. Her form closing the distance between you until she was able to scrape your hair behind your ear. The softness of her thumb against your jawline causing you to tremble.

“Yeah right.”

You scoffed once more as your throat tightened again, the closeness between you and Rhea causing your entire form to shift. You could feel the warmth of her breath against your skin, the sweet smell of her perfume flooding your nostrils. She wasn’t being serious, your confession of love wouldn’t have meant a thing. She loved someone else and no matter what you said to her, nothing would change that. Right?

Cradling her palm around the angle of your jaw, Rhea tilted your head to force your gaze to hers. You spent years wishing she’d look at you the way she did in that moment, but as you stared up into her glistening baby blues you couldn’t stop the color that flushed your cheeks. Rhea’s dominance at work was captivating for many, but as she stared into the depth of your gaze you completely forgot how to breathe.

“I said yes and I meant it.”

The air trapped within your lungs caused your chest to hurt as the breath remained locked within your body, Rhea’s thumb gently grazing along your jawline as she spoke.

“Breathe baby.”

She muttered to you, her free hand placing down against your chest over your heart. The heavy thrum drumming against her palm as her lips curved into a delicate smile.

“Just breathe.”

How did she expect you to just breathe? It had been years since you’d fallen for Rhea, yet you had never done a damn thing about it for fear of her rejecting you. Only to be telling her how you felt at her engagement party and her telling you she wishes you’d told her sooner. Would this have been your engagement party if only you’d told her when it happened and not kept it a secret from her?

Finally finding your breath after what felt like hours, you swallow back the dryness that coated your esophagus. Your cheek softly leaning into Rhea’s palm as she continued to cradle your face. The problems of the world around you melting away as you forgot exactly what was happening.

It took a few moments, but eventually it all hit you. Your entire frame darting out of Rhea’s hold, you shake your head as the words fell from your lips.

“No. No.. no no, you can’t do this to me.”

Rhea’s manicured brow arched slightly as she watched you shift backwards, her first instinct to reach for you and gently hold you still within her palms.

“You can’t make me fall more in love with you Rhea, you can’t. You’re getting married.”

Rhea’s palm slowly began to slide up the length of your bare arms, her fingertips causing the hairs on your skin to stand on end as they danced back up to rest down upon your shoulders. You wanted to tell her to stop. That she shouldn’t be in here with you, she should be outside with her fiancé. Celebrating with her friends and family.

“I’ve thought about you every day since the moment I laid eyes on you, Y/N.”

You could hear Rhea’s words as clearly as spoke them and yet somehow your brain struggled to process them. She wasn’t serious. She couldn’t be.

“Rhea, please.”

You whispered, dropping your gaze to the ground.

“I remember every word you said to me.”

You knew Rhea wasn’t going to stop. She knew how you felt now and if this was the only moment she had to tell you, then god dammit she intended to let it all out.

“I remember the way you smelt. Your smile. The sound of you laugh. The way your cheeks flushed when Sonya introduced us and from that moment on it’s all I thought about. Until…”

Rhea paused. Her thumbs gently gliding over your shoulders as she inhaled a shaky breath.

“Until you met him.”

You uttered softly. Your gaze finally returning to find Rhea’s sapphire hues.

“No.”

She scoffed softly. Connecting your eyes once more with a disheartened smile.

“Until I realized you could never love me.”

It tore at your chest as she spoke. The reality setting in that you could have spent every second from the day you met together but because of your stupidity and choices to keep silent, Rhea had fallen in love with someone else instead of you.

You’d stopped thinking rationally. The words spilling from your lips like an unstoppable force and your palms cupped around the angle of Rhea’s jawline.

“I did love you. I— I do love you. I always have and I believe that I always will. No matter where your life takes you, I will always love you Rhea Ripley. Forever.”

The prickle of tears threatened your waterline once more as you spoke, the pads of your thumbs tracing over the apple of Rhea’s cheeks as you forced yourself to keep in place. It was killing you to tell her the truth knowing she was about to marry someone else, but Sonya was right. Rhea had the right to know the truth, even if it meant you could never see her again due to how much it hurt.

Rhea hadn’t blinked, she hadn’t flinched, hell you weren’t even sure if she had taken a breath. Her entire form remained still in front of you as if you’d frozen her into a state of shock.

You’d said your piece. You could easily slip out of the bathroom, out of the party and off into the night without any backlash.

Exhaling a soft sigh as you retracted your palms from around Rhea’s face, you took a small step back. Your form stumbled slightly as her palms tightened round your shoulders, the entire body tightening as one palm slid round the back of your neck and the other took hold of your waist. The air around you becomes thick as it all flashed before your eyes.

Was she about to….

Rhea’s lips were on yours before you had the time to stop her, the distance between you completely gone as she pressed her muscular frame against your own. Your own palms winding into the small of her back as you hold her close.

It was wrong, it was all wrong but you’d waiting years for this moment and if it was the only chance you’d get to be with her— even if it was just for a second, fuck were you going to take it.

[kyleoreillylover]

Can you please go back to writing for Carmelo🥺🥺 we need it!

Stand on Business

Carmelo Hayes x Fem!Black!Reader

Summary: You think you have no stand in your friends life now that he betrayed Trick and has turned heel, but Carmelo makes it very clear what you mean to him, and stand on business when it comes to you.

tagged: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav @hope4more @selena-tyler-564 @saintaquarius @whatdoeseverybodywant @raya-hunter01 @empressdede @judgementdaysunshine @beeposts

a/n: I got you boo <3 not my best work but I hope ya'll like this!!

warnings: cursing, wrestling related violence, a bit of angst, a lil spicy towards the end. Carmelo is 😩

"Fuck!"

Carmelo heard your screams of anger as you came to the back from the ring, your eyes red and tears streaming down your face. He and Trick, who were in conversation, watching the TV, hurried over to you, concern etched on both men's faces as you limped down the hallway.

"Yo, chill out, chill out." Trick went to you first, much to Carmelo's dismay, and went to steady you, but you shrugged him off, your frustration boiling over.

"I can't chill out, Trick! Did you see what happened out there?" you snapped, wiping angrily at your tears. "I had that match won, I had it, and then Tatum interfered and screwed me over!"

You kicked a nearby trash can, sending it clattering across the floor with your good leg, but forgot that your other leg was injured from the match. You winced in pain as the movement aggravated your already sore muscles.

Carmelo rushed to your side, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. "Easy, easy now," he said, his voice calm but firm. You let him guide you back to a nearby bench, where you reluctantly sat down, still seething with anger and frustration.

The night had gone to a complete shit show in your eyes. You lost your title to Lyra, Trick and Carmelo lost the dusty cup finals to Bron and Corbin, and now your leg was fucking throbbing with pain.

Trick slightly pushed past Carmelo to get a closer look at your injured leg. "Damn, that looks bad," he remarked, a sympathetic expression on his face, not seeing Carmelo side eye him as he touched your injured leg. You winced again as Trick's touch sent a jolt of pain through your body.

"Yeah, no shit," you muttered, gritting your teeth against the pain. "I'm sorry you guys lost your matches too. Tonight just… sucked."

Carmelo sighed, crouching down in front of you. "Ay, we good. You gon' get that title back, and Trick…" He turned to Trick with a nod, acknowledging their shared disappointment in the night's events.

"We mighta lost, but you gon' whoop Ilja and win the NXT title tonight, aight?" Carmelo's reassurance brought a small glimmer of hope to your eyes, despite the pain and frustration still coursing through your veins.

"Yeah, you're right," you said, taking a deep breath and trying to push past the negativity. "I'll get my rematch and take back what's mine. And Trick, you better believe I'll be cheering you on tonight. Ilja won't know what hit him."

Trick grinned, a glint of determination in his eyes. "You know how it is. I just wish you were there to cheer me on in person, but I understand you need to take care of that leg." He patted your shoulder before bringing you into a quick hug. "But don't worry, I'll make you proud."

Carmelo's eye twitched as he watched Trick's display of affection towards you, but he quickly composed himself, offering a supportive nod. Trick was acting like a lovesick puppy with you, and it was embarrassing. "That's right, Trick. We got your back no matter what," he said, his tone firm and resolute.

You felt a surge of gratitude towards your friends, despite the disappointment of the night's events. They were always there for you, through the wins and the losses, the highs and the lows. And tonight was no different.

"Thanks, guys," you said, managing a small smile despite the pain throbbing through your leg.

You went to speak again, but the speaker crackled to life, interrupting your conversation. It was the sound of the ring announcer's voice, calling Trick's name as his match was about to begin in 15 minutes.

Trick shot you a determined look before standing up and clapping Carmelo on the back. "You gon' be out there to cheer me on though, right? I need my brother to support me."

Carmelo nodded, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Wouldn't miss it for the world," he said, his tone filled with confidence. He turned to you, his eyes filled with concern and something else you couldn't quite decipher. "Want me to take you to medical and then walk you back to the bus? I ain't want you getting hurt any worse than you already are."

You gave Carmelo a appreciative smile, butterflies forming in your stomach as he grabbed your arm to help you stand up. "Yeah, that would be great, thanks," you replied, leaning on him for support as you gingerly put weight on your injured leg.

As Carmelo helped you to your feet, you leaned on him for support, grateful for his steadying presence. Trick gave you a thumbs-up before heading off to prepare for his match, leaving you and Carmelo alone in the hallway.

A couple minutes later, your leg was wrapped in a cast, and you were leaning on Melo as he walked you back to the bus.

Carmelo was acting… different, to say the least after his match with Trick. He seemed more protective than usual, and there was a tension in the air that you couldn't quite put your finger on.

As you limped down the hallway with his arm around you, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves in your stomach. Maybe it was just the adrenaline from the match, or maybe it was something else entirely.

"Are you okay? Did you get hurt too tonight?" You blurted out before you could finish your question, Carmelo cut you off with a small chuckle. "Nah, I'm good, just a little sore from the match. But you, on the other hand…" He glanced down at your injured leg, his expression softening with concern.

"I'm fine, Melo. Seriously." Despite your words, you leaned on Carmelo more heavily, your injured leg protesting with each step. He tightened his grip around you, softly tracing his thumb along your arm, making your skin tingle with awareness. You couldn't help but notice the warmth of his touch, the way his presence seemed to envelop you in a sense of safety and comfort.

As you reached the bus, Carmelo helped you settle into a seat, making sure you were comfortable before taking a seat beside you. The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the sound of the bustling arena fading into the background.

"Thanks for walking me back," you said, breaking the silence. "I appreciate it. Don't think I could have walked here without your help."

Carmelo shrugged nonchalantly, a small smile playing on his lips. "No problem. Just looking out for my friend, you know?"

Friend. The word echoed in your mind, sending a pang of disappointment through you. You had always harbored deeper feelings for Carmelo, feelings you had never dared to voice out loud. But now, as you sat beside him, you couldn't help but wonder if maybe there was a chance for something more.

Before you could dwell on the thought any further, Carmelo leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a hushed tone. "Listen, I know tonight didn't go the way we wanted it to, but I want you promise me something." He paused, his dark eyes locking onto yours, a mixture of determination and something else flickering in their depths.

You felt your heart skip a beat as you met Carmelo's gaze, the intensity of his stare sending a shiver down your spine. "What is it?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, the air between you suddenly charged with an unspoken tension.

Carmelo's expression softened, a hint of vulnerability and darkness flickering on his features. "Promise me you'll never leave me, no matter what I do, no matter what happens."

His words hung in the air, heavy with emotion and unspoken longing. You searched his eyes, seeing a rawness that mirrored your own hidden desires. Without hesitation, you reached out and took his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers with his.

"I promise," You whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. "I'll never leave you, Carmelo. No matter what."

A sense of relief washed over Carmelo's face, his features relaxing as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He squeezed your hand tightly, his thumb tracing soothing circles against your skin.

"Thank you," he said softly, his voice filled with emotion. He leaned in closer to you, and you held your breath as he brushed the hair out of your face, his touch gentle and tender. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself in the intensity of his gaze.

But before anything more could happen, the loudspeaker crackled to life once again, announcing Trick's match was about to start. Carmelo reluctantly pulled away, his eyes lingering on yours for a moment longer before he stood up.

"I gotta go support Trick," he said, his voice slightly strained. "But just promise me that you'll always remember what I said, okay?"

You nodded, feeling a sense of warmth spreading through your chest at Carmelo's words. "I won't forget," you promised, watching as he made his way towards the exit of the bus. As he disappeared from view, you couldn't help but feel a surge of hope mingled with uncertainty swirling inside you.

And then that hope turned into anger as you watched him pummel Trick's knee with a chair, beating his best friend to the ground before storming off, leaving Trick writhing in pain.

Shock and betrayal coursed through you as you struggled to comprehend what you had just witnessed. Your mind reeled with conflicting emotions, torn between loyalty to your friend and the undeniable bond you shared with Carmelo.

You watched on the TV as Carmelo sat on the chair he used to pummel Trick, a look of smug satisfaction on his face as Trick writhed in pain.

"I'm the guy, Trick! I'm him! I'm the one for her, not you!" " He shouted, his voice filled with anger and bitterness. He licked his lips at the mention of you, standing up, a fierce determination burning in his eyes.

You felt a shiver run through you as he winked at the camera, no doubt in your mind that it was directed at you. An angel face with a devilish grin, Carmelo smirked at the camera, his gaze piercing through the screen and sending a chill down your spine.

You honestly didn't know what to do. Should you confront Carmelo about what you saw? Should you stand by Trick's side despite the betrayal? The weight of your decisions hung heavy on your shoulders as you watched the chaos unfold on the screen.

Realization suddenly dawned on you as you realized that Carmelo's actions weren't just about Trick or his vendetta against him. They were about you. You were caught in the middle of a rivalry you never asked to be a part of, torn between two friends who both claimed to care about you.

But as you watched Carmelo's cold, calculating demeanor on the screen, you couldn't help but wonder if you truly knew him at all. Was he the loyal friend you thought he was, or was there a darker side to him that you had never seen before?

You snapped out of your stupid as you saw Melo leave the ring, and went to get up, but realized the cast on your leg made it difficult to move. And you didn't have crutches, Carmelo told the docs that he would help you with whatever you needed. Anger flared within you as you realized Carmelo had purposefully withheld the means for you to leave the bus, trapping you there to witness his betrayal unfold on the screen.

You tried to get up anyways, wincing when you put weight on your injured leg. The pain shot through you like a lightning bolt, and you plopped back down onto the seat with a frustrated sigh. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you struggled to make sense of everything that had happened.

"Why, Melo?" you whispered to yourself, your voice barely above a hoarse whisper. "Why would you do this?"

But deep down, you already knew the answer. Carmelo's actions spoke volumes, revealing a side of him that you had never seen before.

And as much as it hurt to admit it, you couldn't deny the truth staring you in the face: that you understood where Carmelo was coming from; you could sense the underlying currents of jealousy and possessiveness that had driven him to betray Trick and hurt you in the process. But that didn't make it any easier to accept.

Exactly 10 minutes later, your door handle was being jerked open, but you found yourself unable to look Carmelo in the eye as he entered the bus.

His footsteps were heavy, weighted with guilt and regret — not for hurting Trick, but for possibly hurting you — as he made his way over to you. You could feel his presence looming over you, but you refused to meet his gaze, keeping your eyes fixed on the floor.

"Don't be shy now, baby." Carmelo's voice was soft despite the arrogance laced within it.

He sighed as you refused to acknowledge him, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Look, I know what you saw out there… and I know it probably doesn't make any sense right now. But can you at least look at me?"

"No, get the fuck out of my face, Carmelo," You spat out, finally mustering the strength to meet his gaze. The anger in your eyes burned brightly, mirroring the fire within your chest. "You betrayed Trick, you betrayed me. I don't want to hear your excuses."

"I didn't betray you, I betrayed him!" Carmelo interrupted, his tone defensive. "So you're just gonna turn your back on me too?" he continued, his eyes searching yours for any sign of forgiveness.

You shook your head, your frustration bubbling over. "You think this is about Trick? It's about you, Carmelo! You hurt him, and you hurt me by doing it. I don't even know if you're gonna attack me next either. You've changed, and I don't know who you are anymore."

Carmelo's eyes burned a whole through you at your words. "You really think I would hurt you? That I would betray you?" he questioned, a mixture of anger and hurt flashing across his face.

"Uh, yeah, considering you just attacked Trick and left him writhing in pain," you shot back, your tone dripping with sarcasm. "Here, let me make its easier for you."

You propped your leg on the nearby seat, displaying the cast and the pain etched on your face. "I'm injured, vulnerable, and you use that to trap me here and force me to witness your little display in the ring. Real classy, Carmelo."

"You think I planned for you to get hurt so you could witness that? You think I'm that cruel?" Carmelo's voice softened, genuine concern replacing the defensive tone. He took a step closer, but you held up your hand, signaling for him to stay back.

"Don't act like you care about me now. Whatever we had, it's gone," you declared, your voice firm. "You need to leave, Carmelo. I can't be around someone who would do what you did."

Carmelo scoffed at your words, a bitter smile playing on his lips. "Oh, you gon' act like I never cared about you? After everything we've been through?" he retorted, his frustration boiling over. "You think I did this just for kicks? You mean more to me than you know."

Your heart sped up as he moved closer to you, his eyes boring into yours so intently the it almost felt suffocating. "Stop looking at me like that, Carmelo."

"Like what?" Carmelo's voice was barely above a whisper, his breath warm against your skin as he leaned in closer. You could feel the tension crackling between you, a magnetic pull drawing you closer despite your better judgment.

"Like you don't hate my guts," you replied, your voice shaky but defiant. "You can't just switch gears and expect everything to go back to normal after what you did out there. You attacked Trick, and now you're standing here acting like it's no big deal."

"Because it's not a big deal, not when it comes to him. He was never the one for you, and I needed to make you see that," Carmelo confessed, his eyes searching yours for understanding. "I care about you, more than I should, and seeing you with him… it drove me insane. And I had to do something about it. The only thing I regret is hurting you in the process."

You let out a bitter laugh, disbelief coloring your expression. "You… like me?"

Carmelo smirked at your incredulous reaction. "Yeah, I do. More than I should, and more than I ever intended to admit."

His gaze softened, and he took a step towards you, the tension between you two reaching a breaking point. You couldn't deny the conflicting emotions swirling inside you, a mix of anger, betrayal, and a spark of something else that you didn't want to acknowledge. "And I know you like me too, deep down." His face was mere inches away from yours, his eyes searching for any sign of reciprocation.

Your mind raced as you grappled with the revelation. Despite the anger and betrayal, there was an undeniable attraction between you and Carmelo. The air crackled with tension, and you could feel the pull, drawing you closer to him. His lips were dangerously close to yours, and you felt a magnetic force urging you to bridge the gap.

But the images of Trick writhing in pain on the TV screen flashed in your mind, grounding you in the harsh reality of the situation. You couldn't ignore the hurt he had caused, the trust shattered in a single, calculated act.

"No, Carmelo," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I can't… I can't just forget what you did. It's not that simple."

Carmelo's expression shifted from desperation to resignation. He sighed, stepping back and running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I know you need some time, and I get that. But don't think I'm giving up on you, on us. I'll give you all the time you need, but don't think for a second that I don't care about you."

You remained silent, processing the whirlwind of emotions that had unfolded in such a short span. Carmelo turned to leave, his footsteps heavy with the weight of the situation. As he reached the door, he paused, casting a final glance in your direction.

"I'm sorry," he said, the words hanging in the air between you. "I never wanted to hurt you. But I'm too selfish to let you go. Just remember that, baby."

The door closed behind him, leaving you alone in the bus with a mix of conflicting emotions. The images of Trick's pain and Carmelo's betrayal played on a loop in your mind. The pain in your leg seemed to pale in comparison to the ache in your heart.

But the fact you still wanted Carmelo made you question your own feelings and judgments. Why do you still find yourself drawn to him despite the hurt he caused? Was there a part of you that couldn't fully let go of the connection you shared?

Only time would be able to tell.

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Over the next few days, you ignored Carmelo's calls and messages, determined to give yourself the space and time needed to process the whirlwind of emotions. The tour continued, each day bringing new challenges and distractions, yet the weight of the recent events lingered in the back of your mind.

Trick, too, had been distant since the incident. The camaraderie that once defined your group seemed to have shattered, leaving an awkward tension hanging in the air. It pained you to see the friendships unravel, all because of a tangled web of emotions and betrayal.

You told all of this to Lash and Jakara, your fellow wrestlers and best friends, the next week at NXT, and you knew they would be honest with you.

"I just… Carmelo's been calling and texting me, and I don't know what to do," you admitted, looking at Lash and Jakarta with a mix of confusion and vulnerability. "I can't shake off what he did, but at the same time, there's this part of me that wants to understand."

Lash and Jakara exchanged glances before Jakara spoke up. "Look, I'ma be real. You ignoring him cause you understand where hes coming from and you mad at yourself for not being able to fully push him away, right?"

You sighed, nodding in acknowledgment. "Yeah, it's like I know he messed up, but there's this weird pull. I can't explain it."

Lash leaned forward, her eyes filled with concern. "Y/N, sometimes we're drawn to people who are bad for us. It's like a magnetic force that's hard to resist. You just gotta either fuck his brains out and see how you feel after or cut him out completely. There's no in-between when it comes to guys like that."

You couldn't help but chuckle at Lash's straightforward advice. "I don't think that'll work, but thanks for the advice, Lash."

"Oh come on, we see the way ya'll eye fuck each other." Lash teased, earning a playful shove from Jakara. "But seriously, Y/N, you gotta figure out what you want. If Carmelo's worth the risk, then go for it. But if he's just gonna bring you more pain, then it might be best to cut ties and move on."

You nodded, grateful for your friends' honesty and support. "Thanks, guys. I'll think about it. But for now, I just need some time to clear my head."

Lash and Jakara nodded in understanding, offering you comforting smiles before you left, bumping into a rock solid figure as you exited the locker room.

"Oh, I'm so sorry-" You went to apologize before realizing it was Carmelo standing in front of you. His eyes searched yours, a mix of hope and apprehension in his gaze.

"You look good." He commented, and your own eyes looked him up and down, taking in the way his leather jacket made him look so fucking hot, and his dark eyes held a certain intensity that you found both captivating and unsettling. Guess this is what Lash meant when she said you both eye fuck each other.

You took a step back, creating a physical distance between you and Carmelo. "We need to talk," he said, his voice low and earnest.

"I don't think there's much left to say, Carmelo," you replied, crossing your arms defensively. The memories of his betrayal and Trick's pain were still fresh in your mind, making it difficult to fully trust him.

"You said you needed some time. I gave you that time." Carmelo spoke, his words carrying a mixture of frustration and vulnerability.

"Yeah, a few days don't magically erase what happened," you retorted, feeling a surge of anger bubbling up. "You can't just expect everything to go back to normal after what you did."

"You think I'ma hurt you?" Carmelo studied your expression, the intensity in his eyes never wavering before realization kicked in. "You think that cause I betrayed Trick, I'ma betray you too?"

You didn't respond immediately, unsure of how to put your conflicting emotions into words. Carmelo's expression softened, and he took a step closer, a desperate plea in his eyes.

"I would never hurt you. Anybody but you." He knew you had trust issues, that you had been hurt before, and that's why you were hesitant to fully let him back in. But he was willing to fight for you, to prove that he was worth the risk.

You sighed, feeling torn between the lingering hurt and the undeniable attraction you still felt towards Carmelo. "I want to believe you, but I can't."

Carmelos' gaze darkened even more at your words, determination burning in his eyes. "Then I'ma show you that you wrong. That you tryna pretend like you don't still care about me, but I know you do." He stepped even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I know you feel it too, that spark between us that never truly went away."

You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of apprehension and longing swirling inside you. "Melo…"

But Carmelo's hand interjected, gently cupping your cheek as he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours, internally smiling. You called him Melo again.

"After tonight, if you still ain't sure about us, I'll respect that. But I promise you, that you won't be able to ignore what we have." His voice was barely above a whisper, his breath warm against your skin as he pressed himself against you, his lips tantalizingly close to yours.

For a moment, you were frozen, caught between the pull of desire and the fear of getting hurt again. But then, you felt it—the undeniable chemistry between you and Carmelo, the magnetic force that seemed to draw you closer together.

Then Carmelo pulled away, a smirk playing on his lips as he took a step back, leaving you breathless and wanting more. "Think about it, baby," he said, his voice low and husky. "I'll be waiting."

With that, Carmelo turned and walked away, leaving you standing there, your mind racing with a million thoughts and emotions. You watched him go, feeling torn between the familiar comfort of what you had with Trick and the electrifying attraction you felt towards Carmelo.

As you stood there, lost in your thoughts, you couldn't help but wonder what the future held for you and Carmelo. Would you be able to move past the hurt and betrayal, or would you continue to be drawn to him like a moth to a flame?

You tried to find your answer in Carmelo as you watched him make his way to the ring, a chorus of boos following him as he stepping into the ring, sitting down into the same chair he used to attack Trick. The crowd expressed their disapproval with loud jeers and boos.

As Carmelo sat in the ring, a smirk playing on his lips, he glanced up at the screen, his eyes locking with yours for a brief moment. You could feel the intensity of his gaze even from across the arena, a silent promise lingering between you.

"The villain is the villain in the story if the hero is telling the story." Carmelo smirked into the camera, his words sending a shiver down your spine. "But what if the hero ain't telling the whole story? What if there's more to it than meets the eye?"

The crowd erupted into a cacophony of boos. But as you watched him sit there, a smirk playing on his lips, you couldn't help but wonder if there was truth to his words.

Maybe Carmelo wasn't the villain you had made him out to be. Maybe there was more to his story, more to his actions than you could ever understand. You thought you could never understand someone that would betray his best friend, but as you watched Carmelo in the ring, a flicker of doubt crept into your mind.

Maybe, just maybe, there was a side to Carmelo that you had never seen before. And maybe, just maybe, you were willing to give him a chance to prove himself.

He continued to gloat and smirk, eyes a flame with confidence and defiance as he addressed the crowd, his words carrying a weight of truth that sent a chill down your spine. He looked so sexy like that, leaning back in his chair, his dark eyes smoldering with intensity as he addressed the crowd. Despite the overwhelming boos and jeers from the audience, Carmelo remained unfazed, his confidence unwavering as he spoke his truth. It was like he was talking to you directly, his words piercing through the noise of the crowd and reaching straight into your heart.

"Trick, you were always my hype man. But Y/N, you were my heart. Trick, you were not on my level. But Y/N, you were always my equal." Carmelo's words echoed in your mind, resonating with a truth that you couldn't deny. Despite everything that had happened, despite the hurt and the betrayal, there was still a connection between you and Carmelo that ran deeper than words could express.

The audience started to boo even louder, making Carmelo laugh sexily, a deep chuckle escaping his lips. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he addressed the crowd with a smug grin.

"You think Trick is gonna come out and whoop me! I whooped him once, I'll do it again. but Y/N, you know better than anyone that he was never the one for you. He was just holding you back from what you truly deserve." Carmelo's eyes locked onto the camera, his words a direct challenge to both Trick and, seemingly, to you.

The crowd's reaction intensified, the boos and jeers reaching a deafening level. Carmelo seemed to revel in the chaos, his confidence unwavering as he continued to speak his truth.

"Y/N, you deserve someone who's on your level, someone who can match your intensity, someone who can give you everything you need. And deep down, you know I'm the one who can do that for you." Carmelo's voice dropped to a seductive tone, his eyes burning with a fiery passion that sent a shiver down your spine.

You licked your lips nervously, feeling a surge of conflicting emotions coursing through you. Carmelo's words struck a chord deep within you, stirring up feelings and desires that you had tried so hard to suppress. Despite the hurt and betrayal, there was a part of you that couldn't deny the truth in Carmelo's words.

You saw your phone buzzing, and Trick's contact popped on the screen, but you declined the call. You knew what you needed to do.

And when Carmelo came back from his promo, all confidence and swagger, you made your decision.

You approached him, grabbed him by his jacket, and kissed him passionately, the electricity between you igniting into a fiery passion that neither of you could deny. Carmelo responded eagerly, his hands finding their way to your waist as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving hungrily against yours.

The world seemed to fade away as you lost yourself in the intensity of the moment, the heat of Carmelo's touch searing through you like a wildfire.

Despite the chaos and uncertainty surrounding you, there was a sense of clarity in this moment, a knowing that you were exactly where you were meant to be. He might be the villain of the story, but he was your villain, and you were ready to embrace whatever the future held for you and Carmelo.

You moaned into Melo's mouth as he bit your lip, the kiss growing more passionate by the second. Your hands roamed over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. It was like a wildfire had been ignited between you, consuming everything in its path.

"I.. told… you." Carmelo mumbled against your lips, trying to get a sentence out, but it was hard with you kissing him so passionately. You pulled back slightly, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you smirked at him.

"Told me what?" you teased, enjoying the way his breath hitched as you trailed kisses along his jawline.

Carmelo's eyes darkened with desire as he gazed at you, his hands gripping your waist possessively. "That I'm the one for you, baby. Always have been." With that, he crashed his lips back against yours, the kiss igniting a firestorm of passion between you.

You giggled against his lips, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through you as you lost yourself in the intensity of the moment.

"Then prove it to me," you challenged between kisses, your voice breathless with desire.

Carmelo's lips curled into a wicked smirk as he pulled away slightly, his dark eyes burning with a fierce determination. "Oh, I intend to," he replied, his voice husky with desire.

With that, he scooped you up into his arms, carrying you towards the nearest private room, his lips trailing hot kisses along your neck as he whispered promises of passion and pleasure.

Let's just say... he definitely proved himself to you that night, leaving no doubts in your mind about his feelings or intentions.

[mamisfavmosher]

I love your writing

Can you write about reader having a fight with the judgment day about something that happened like they were partying and some people couldn’t stop flirting with reader but they were feeling uncomfortable for example but reader was in the right but they wouldn’t believe them so that lead to a huge fight and reader feeling completely alone until someone realised they made a mistake and try to convince reader to take them back please?

thank you!

tainted trust // poly!judgment day x fem!reader

warnings: angst, yelling, insecure!jealous!judgment day, argument, language, etc

Readers POV

"You're pathetic, you know that?!" Rhea bellowed as soon as she slammed the front door shut. "You think you need to flirt with every man who gives you the slightest bit of attention! Are you that much of a whore? Huh?" Her aggression and anger were the most apparent out of the four of them.

Rhea's insults cut into me like knives. "I didn't flirt with him! I already told you that!" I defended. The Judgment Day and I had gone to a bar with some coworkers after the weekly show had ended and at some point throughout the night, the four gothic members had left my side for a few short moments. Enough time for some creep who had kept his eye on me to make a move.

*Back at the club

"Hey, beautiful! Let me buy you a drink!" The man shuffled toward me and attempted to grab my hand.

"No, thanks. I'm not interested." I tried to keep my voice blunt and void of emotions in hopes of turning the man away. As I took my eyes off of him to search for my partners in the crowd, his hands gripped my waist and pulled me into him. "Get off me!" My hands pushed at his chest until he released me.

"Relax, babe. I'm just having some fun!" He gave me a gross smile and ran his hand down my arm. I shoved his hand away and scanned the crowd in a panic. The four of them weren't hard to miss. Where could they be? "C'mon! Let's go dance!" The man forcefully grabbed me and pulled me along with him to the dance floor. He turned me around and tightly held my hips against him, preventing me from pushing away. As I worked on slapping his hands off of me, I noticed a tense energy surround us. I looked up to see the four members of the Judgment Day fuming with anger.

Damian shoved the man away from me while Rhea grabbed hold of my wrist and dragged me out to the car. The car ride back to the house was insanely tense and silent.

*Back at the house

"Bullshit! You weren't even doing anything about it! You just let him put his hands all over you!" Rhea shouted back.

"That's not true! Guys? You saw me trying to get away, right?!" I attempted to get backup from the boys, but to no avail, they looked equally unhappy.

Damian threw his keys and wallet down on a side table before looking over at me with a glare. "Don't try and act dumb. We all saw what you were doing." His tone gave it away that he wasn't on my side.

"But I wasn't doing anything! I was trying to get him off of me!" I was exasperated at this point.

"We won't tolerate lying, and we definitely won't tolerate cheating. Either admit what you were up to and explain yourself, or find somewhere else to stay tonight." Finn sighed in disappointment and crossed his arms, waiting for my response.

My jaw dropped at his ultimatum. "What? You can't be serious-"

"Dead serious. You heard the man. Make your choice." Rhea cut me off and seeped her words with poison. I looked at them all, trying to determine if they were being literal. They definitely were. I shook my head in frustration, snatched up my bag, and stormed out the front door. I don't know if Liv is back from the club yet, but I'll wait on her front porch until she is...

Liv had actually gotten home only five minutes before I arrived at her place, and she immediately brought me inside and had me tell her all about the drama that just ensued. To say she was angry was an understatement. She was completely dumbfounded at how they had treated me.

The feisty blonde sent a lengthy text message to the group members about how they were in the wrong, I would never do something like this, how blessed they are to have me, and then followed up with some threats if they didn't apologize. She insisted we have a fun sleepover to forget the fight, and I couldn't say no.

***next morning

A harsh pounding on the front door woke the both of us up and Liv hurried to go see who it was. I heard her mumbling before she quickly came back to me. "They're here." She gave me a look of reassurance and allowed me room to walk past her.

I took a deep breath before opening the front door.

"Hey. We need to talk." Rhea demanded and motioned for me to step outside. I obliged, closing the door behind me. She sighed and raked a hand through her dark hair. "Tell us the truth. Were you flirting with that guy?" She asked, her face wore an expectant expression.

"No! I told you guys that last night, but you didn't believe me!" I was quickly becoming defensive, ready to pick up the argument where it had left off.

"We believe you, honey. Liv sent us a long message and helped clear everything up." Damian stepped in. "We're sorry. You tried to tell us and we wouldn't listen to you. It's our fault." He apologized.

I took a moment to think to myself, contemplating how easily my forgiveness should be handed out. I mean, they kicked me out of the house without even letting me explain.

"So," Finn interrupted my thoughts. "Are we forgiven, love? You ready to come home?"

I let out a huff. "I'm not happy about the situation and how I was treated last night, but I'm content for now. I can't forgive you all so easily right now. My feelings are hurt and I don't really feel like everything's okay yet. I just think we still need to talk about it a bit more when we get home?" I looked around to gauge their expressions.

"Sounds fair to me." Dom smiled.

I grabbed my stuff from inside Liv's house and headed to the car. While Damian loaded my bag into the trunk, Rhea gazed at me in the rearview mirror.

"Baby..." Her eyes flicked away, instead turning her body to face me. "Are we gonna be okay?" She motioned between us and then to the boys outside of the car.

I nodded with a small smile. "We'll be okay, Mami. Promise." Seeing relief flash in her eyes, I quickly kissed her cheek. "Everything will be perfectly okay."

[igncrxntripley]

their secret weapon pt. 5

synopsis: brooks is in the crowd to watch Y/N’s match, but The Judgement Day is not thrilled when they see him. 

tags: violence, chair shots, good ole’ wrasslin’, angst. fem!reader, ex!brooks, poly!judgement day

A/N: i was gonna wait but i needed to put this out there bc i’m a sick individual...can i just say the love and support on not just this writing but others i’ve posted has been amazing and it makes my day when people message and send requests? literally ty all so much, i would kiss you all on the foreheads if i could 

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Y/N spent the rest of her time backstage before her match trying to relax. Her conversation with Brooks and the reactions of her partners were doing little to nothing to ease her nerves, but she knew she just needed to go out and do what she did best. She spent some time to herself getting ready before the others came back, and she smiled up at them gently as she laced her boots. Rhea took an eyeliner pen and did her signature TJD underneath one of Y/N’s eyes and Finn stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders to help loosen her up. “So this Brooks character…” Finn began. “He’s going to be out there watching your match?”

As Rhea finished her makeup, Y/N nodded and rolled her shoulders as Finn loosened her up. “He’ll be out there somewhere. And I’m asking you guys not to cause trouble with him.” Dominik scoffed as he tied a purple bandana around his neck. “We can’t make any promises, but we’ll think about it.” He smirked. Y/N wasn’t about to let her partners make a fool of themselves at ringside, so she turned to look at Dom with a small frown. “I’m serious, Dominik. I understand why you guys want me to distance myself from things in my past but I just…h-he’s a good guy.” She said softly. 

For being the largest of the group, Damian was also the biggest softy. He immediately took note of Y/N’s reaction and gave Dom a light slap to the arm. “She has a match soon and you really think this is the time to act like that?” He scolded Dom, who blushed and put his hands up in defense. Rhea rolled her eyes at the two of them and moved to finish getting herself ready. “We’ll behave as long as he behaves.” She said, deciding that would be the end of the conversation. “And you two need to quit fucking around in the corner, we have places to be.” Y/N closed her eyes as Rhea mothered everyone in the room, working to calm herself down and focus on her upcoming match against Candace LeRae. 

Eventually, The fivesome began to make their way to gorilla for Y/N’s match. She was in the middle, Damian and Dominik to her left and Rhea and Finn to her right. Damian and Rhea were definitely the most protective of Y/N and always placed themselves right next to her when possible. She adjusted her pink denim jacket one more time, placed her cherry lollipop in her mouth, and hit the cues with her partners as their lights and music hit. There was something about coming out to the crowds in this new persona, something about the energy that shifted when they all walked in a room…it made Y/N feel incredible. She could barely put it into words how it all felt. But she needed to channel that energy, as this match was huge for her in claiming her spot in the Women’s Division on Raw while also giving Brooks a show in the audience. 

When Brooks said he was going to be front and center, he wasn’t kidding. As The Judgement Day came down to the ring, she immediately took note of where he was and smiled at him; where Y/N thought she would be nervous seeing Brooks during this match, she now felt his presence comforting her. The other four also took note of him and where he was in the audience, but Y/N was able to distract them and have them stand elsewhere during the match. They all begrudgingly did what she asked, but still couldn’t promise they wouldn’t get into any mischief down the road. 

Truth be told, Y/N was also going to cause some chaos and rile them up. They couldn’t control her every move and she was going to continue being the same character she always had been, even before The Judgement Day came into her life. Y/N took the lollipop from her mouth and walked to where Brooks was standing, smirking as she held it out for him and placed the candy into his mouth. The audience around them cheered, having been aware of the history between the two, and Y/N went into the ring like nothing happened. The faces on her partners were not the most thrilled they’d ever been, but she knew she could defend her decision backstage if they had words about it. 

Once the match started, Y/N and Candace were both on a roll. Candace’s acrobatic, more athletic moves were a nice contrast to Y/N’s harsher striking and submission style. Rhea, Dominik, Damian, and Finn all kept to themselves at ringside and even stayed on the other side away from Brooks. But that didn’t erase the fact that every so often they would glare at him; at one point Rhea was even mockingly waving at him to get some kind of reaction. But Brooks wasn’t giving in, he stayed focused on the match and cheered Y/N on while he kept the lollipop in his mouth. Every so often, when she wasn’t looking at her partners, she would look for Brooks and he’d give her a reassuring nod and smile. This was exactly what she needed. At one point though when Y/N fell out of the ring after a pretty nasty hit, Brooks was front and center at the barricade making sure she was okay. 

“Baby, you good?” He asked, concern lacing his voice as he held his hand out for you to get back up. Without a second thought Y/N grabbed his hand and pulled herself up, smiling like the giddy girl she was whenever he’d help her in the past. Fuck, I can’t let him go. She thought to herself. Y/N turned her head though, when her four partners saw was Brooks was doing and made her way to the other side of the ring. “Don’t even think about it.” She told them, shaking her head and letting go of Brooks’s hand. “It’s fine, just go back over there.” Of course, Rhea wasn’t listening. She continued to step closer to them until she was standing in front of Brooks, even though Y/N was trying to keep her away. “If I were you, I’d stay away from our girl.”

Brooks shook his head and laughed in Rhea’s face. “She may be your girl now, but she was mine when no one else gave a fuck about her.” Y/N wasn’t even paying attention to them anymore but was now focused on the three boys. “I’m serious, go!” She knew she couldn’t handle being distracted like this, so she got back in the ring to continue her match. But when she did, Candace was ready to end the entire match and swept under her feet to bring Y/N to the ground. She was going to take advantage of her opponent being distracted, and once Y/N was back on the ground Candace climbed the ropes for a moonsault. Somehow Y/N was able to kick out at the two count, and that brought the attention of The Judgement Day and Brooks back to the match. “I’m not finished with you.” Rhea pointed at Brooks before following the boys back to the other side of the ring. “Come on, Y/N! Get up!” Her partners started to cheer as she took her sweet old time getting to her feet again. 

After everything that just occurred, Y/N was raging. Five people she loved and cared about almost made her lose one of the biggest matches of her career thus far, and she wasn’t about to let any of them live it down. Once she was on her feet again, Y/N started to pace and watch Candace’s every last move. “Get up!” She yelled at her opponent, standing in the corner of the ring to watch her. Once Candace was also up on her feet, Y/N came at her with a spear that practically flipped her inside out and positioned herself for a submission move Damian had been working on with her. Almost identical to a sharpshooter but with a slightly different leg position, Y/N locked Candace into the hold and put all of the pressure on her back. From there, it was only a matter of seconds before Candace tapped and Y/N was announced as the winner. 

She dropped Candace back down onto the mat and smiled as she caught her breath; Y/N didn’t even realize that her partners had made their way back over to Brooks in the crowd and immediately began to attack him. Brooks didn’t even have enough time to defend himself, as Damian lifted him over the barricade and they started to kick him while he was on the ground. “What are you doing?” Y/N yelled from the ring, watching as Finn picked Brooks up and threw him into the ring for everyone to see what they were doing.  “Step aside, Princess. He needs to be taught a lesson.” Rhea warned, stepping in front of Y/N as if to block her from getting to Brooks. But Y/N was small and quick, so she was able to get around Rhea and stand between Brooks and the other members of the group. “Don’t hurt him, okay? He didn’t do anything!” She begged, her hands up and Brooks gently reaching out to hold her ankle as a way of thanking her. 

The four of them were fuming. Finn was the first to speak up as he watched what was going on. “Remember what we told you, Y/N.” He warned softly. Brooks began to slowly get himself back to his feet and stood behind Y/N, a gentle hand on her waist this time. “Think about what’s best for you. Think of all we’ve done for you.” Finn said again. Dominik was already cracking his knuckles at the sight of someone else touching their girl, and steam was coming from Damian’s ears. No one touched their girl, and she was only making them more upset the longer she went without making a decision. 

Y/N looked back and forth between Brooks and The Judgement Day. Finn was right; the four of them had done so much for her and every day showed how much they truly cared about her even if some of their actions were flawed. They took her under their wing when barely anyone else in the company gave a shit about her. But on the other hand, Brooks had always served as the person she could confide in when she was struggling. He was the first person who made her feel beautiful in and outside of the ring. But where was he when she needed someone to stand up for her in NXT? Where was Brooks when Y/N doubted herself and debated leaving this company? She was stuck between two parts of her life, and they were all expecting her to make her decision. 

As the crowd roared around them, telling Y/N what decision to make, she slowly turned her back to The Judgement Day and wrapped her arms around Brooks’s shoulders in a tight hug. Y/N buried her face in his neck as he picked her up, his body relaxing into hers and holding her as tight as he could. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.” He said in her ear as they slowly stepped away from the four (clearly pissed) individuals in the ring. Brooks even put his hat back on her head like they always did when she won matches; he was just happy to see Y/N was picking the right side. 

However, he had no clue what was coming his way. 

Brooks gently placed Y/N back on her feet and kissed her forehead before glaring at The Judgement Day from over her shoulder. He didn’t even say another word to them, even though they were already hopping out of the ring and climbing underneath it to find whatever weapons they could. Brooks protectively put Y/N behind him, watching Damian and Finn who had stayed in the ring and started to slowly move closer to the two of them while Rhea and Dominik tossed a couple chairs into the ring. Y/N being behind Brooks was the perfect opportunity for her to make it clear which side she was on, because she quickly dropped to her knees and delivered a low blow to Brooks. 

Y/N’s four partners immediately began to smile at her; Rhea was dying of laughter, pointing at Brooks as he fell to the canvas holding his manhood. Y/N looked down at him, his hat still on her head, and her own sadness and anger written all over her face at the decision she’d made. She had to prove herself to her partners, and that meant trusting them and their plan for her. Once Brooks was back on the ground the boys began to attack him again, and this time Dominik pulled Y/N into a hug as they watched. At one point when Brooks got up on his knees to hopefully defend himself, Rhea delivered a chair shot to his back. 

The four of them turned to Y/N once they all had a turn giving Brooks a piece of their mind. Damian held out a chair to her and smiled. “Finish it off, princesa. End it.” He told her. And while Y/N didn’t immediately take the chair, she eventually did and walked in a circle around Brooks’s writhing body. “Where were you when I needed you?” Y/N asked Brooks as she looked down at him. “You didn’t care about me. You never did.” The look on Brooks’s face said otherwise, but Y/n knew she needed to end this. She looked at each of her partners before lifting the chair up and delivering the harshest chair shot she could manage to Brooks’s upper body. 

She dropped the chair before taking off Brooks’s hat and dropping it onto his body, wiping away the one singular tear that had rolled down her cheek. The Judgement Day rolled out of the ring five deep, Damian pulling Y/N to his chest as they walked up the ramp to go backstage and Rhea continuing to taunt Brooks from a distance. They were all proud of Y/N and she was proud of herself, but the next step of this process was grieving the relationships she had to let go of in order to follow the plan. While The Judgement Day was prepared for that to happen, Y/N had no clue what was about to happen. 

[m0shpitpup]

he could never escape his fate.

[inagetawaycarxo]

You’re On Your Own, Kid  ❪ Roman Reigns ❫

PAIRINGS: Roman Reigns x F!Reader

FEATURING: Roman Reigns, Y/n, other wrestlers, Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso.

SYNOPSIS: Y/n comes back after being away from an injury to find out everything has changed, that he has changed.

WARNINGS: angst, anxiety, typical Roman behaviour, he is kind of an asshole, prob crap, errors I missed.

— AUTHORS NOTE: I'M BACK!!!. I hope you like it! [repost because tumblr is a being a jerk again!]

— DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT give consent/permission for my work to be copied and pasted on other platforms. However, I highly encourage feedback, likes, reblogs, and comments.

Y/n let out a deep sigh as she parked her car in the arena car parking lot. Nerves started to get the best of her, as she put her car into park, then put the handbrake up. Turning the key in the ignition. Turning the car off.

Though she made no effort to get out of the car. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. She breathed in and out. Trying to calm her nerves. She hadn’t kept in touch with the rest of the shield. She knew Dean left the same time she sustained an injury. Though the shield was broken up before she left. She just wasn’t sure where Roman and Seth stood with each other. She didn’t watch wwe after she left, she wanted to focus on her recovery. Plus, watching wrestling only made her heart hurt more that she was injured and couldn’t wrestle. She wasn’t sure how they would react to her coming back. In her mind, she hoped they could reform The Shield again. Sure, it would be hard, but they were the best faction in wwe.

She took a deep breath in and out, before collecting herself. She took the keys out of the ignition and took her seatbelt off. Then grabbed her gym bag. Her shaky hand grabbed the car door handle, opening the car door. She got out of the car. Shutting the door. Her heart hammering faster. Her palms were clammy. She locked her car. She started to walk to the stadium. Her anxiety only grew more with every step.

No matter how many times she breathed in and out, nothing could settle her anxiety.

She made her way to the back door, showing her pass, and the stadium worker let her in. Her breathing got heavier as she made her way in. Gripping the bag strap tightly.

She wanted to find either Seth or Roman, but she got stopped by other co-workers and wrestlers, hugging her tightly and asking her how she is. Telling her it was great to have her back. Though none of them told her about Roman, how he changed. Maybe they didn’t want to see her hurt expression.

Though she appreciated how much they welcomed her back, she wanted to see Seth and Roman. She made her way down a hall. Stopping as she heard her name being called out from behind her. She turned around to see The Usos.

“Y/n/n,” Jey and Jimmy both spoke excitedly. Well shouted. She smiled happily at them.

“It is you,” Jey spoke. Both Jey and Jimmy rushed over to her.

“And I thought it was just rumors,” Jimmy spoke.

Jey and Jimmy hugged her tightly both at once.

“Hey guys,” Y/n spoke. Though her voice was muffled. Neither Jey nor Jimmy let her go.

“We missed you,” Jimmy spoke.

“It hasn’t been the same since you left, you brightened up the room,” Jey spoke.

“How have you been?” Jimmy asked, before she could even reply another voice spoke. It was him, one of the guys she was looking for. But this time it seemed different. It was colder and more distant, it held authority, it was nothing like the voice she heard before she left.

“What are you two doing? Don’t you have a match to get ready for?” Roman snapped.

She felt Jimmy and Jey’s bodies stiffen before they let go of her. Looking behind y/n to see Roman.

Y/n turned to look at Roman. He looked different. His hair was in a neat man bun, he had a beard, and he looked colder. If looks could kill, she would be dead. He looked at his cousins with a cold hard expression. She gulped.

“Yes, tribal chief,” Jey mumbled.

Jimmy gave him a tight-lipped smile. Jey and Jimmy bid you farewell before leaving. Roman finally directed his action to you. His gaze softened a bit before it hardened.

“Hey ro,” She gasped out.

“Hey, y/n/n,” Roman spoke in a soft tone, she smiled slightly. She quickly outstretched her arms and quickly walked to Roman. Wrapping her arms around his body. Resting her head against his chest. It felt nice. Roman hugged her awkwardly. Making her feel a little insecure. She pulled away. Taking a step back.

“You…seem…different,” She spoke. Fiddling with her fingers nervously.

Roman seemed to go back to his cold hard demeanor.

“Things have changed, y/n/n, I’m not the same men you once knew,” Roman spoke.

“I moved on from The Shield, I’m in the bloodline now, and I am the tribal chief, just because you are back that doesn’t mean I’m going to be in a fraction with you, I’m already in one of the best ones of this company, I don’t need you,” He spoke again.

She looked at him with a hurt expression.

“You are on your own, kid, but you have potential, you don’t need me to succeed, I know you are talented, but if you ever need advice, I am here for you,” Roman spoke. He smiled at her, though it seemed forced.

“Come here,” He spoke. Hugging her, though it seemed cold. Her hands were hovering over his sides, her body slightly shaking. The hug didn’t last long before he pulled away.

He said something else, but she couldn’t hear him. All she could hear was white noise. He gave her another fake smile before walking away from her, leaving her devasted. Tears stinging her eyes at how her friend could be so cruel…

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[love-islike-abomb]

Dreams

Roman reigns x y/n

"so baby dry your eyes, save all the tears you've cried! Oh that's that dreams are made of!!"

I'm in my make Seth the bad guy era🤷

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, smut!! Errors I may have missed.

Word count: 1.7k

Tag list: @reignsangel444 @acknowledge-reigns @heerah34 @marchm-langdon @mindfulofmani @mandeelemons @niknakbucks92 @queengreenarrowmia89 @thesamoanqueen @vintage-pvssy @weirdgirl16355 @windhamsrotunda

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"y/n we aren't done with this discussion! Sit your ass down!" Seth yelled "If you haven't noticed im the one whos kept the shield together!" He yelled.

Dean got in his face just then "the fuck you are! Its been me, y/n and roman holding it down while you go off and do whatever it is you do with those strippers we see leaving your hotel room everyday and you're so drunk we have to make excuses for you!"

"dean dont!" I said trying to seperate them but it was no use. All 3 of them were arguing now and hearing it was just to much for me. I grabbed my coat and purse and headed down to my car. They wouldnt even notice I was gone and if they did would they even care?

Romans POV

I turned around to walk away and noticed y/n wasnt on th couch. She must be in her room. I went and knocked on her door but got no answer. I walked back out to the living room "if you 2 would shut up!!" I yelled "y/n is missing and I think its because of us!"

"who cares! Let her go! It's not like she matters to us anyway!" Seth said with a smirk

"seth that's not funny! You know how sensitive she is to us fighting! Arguing terrifies her!" Dean said.

"oh well!" He said with little weasel laugh he does. I picked him up by his shirt and shoved him against the wall "if anything happens to her i swear i'll-"

"you'll what? Kick my ass? I'd love to see you try big dog!" He laughed "aww someone's in love!" He mocked and I drew my fist back but felt Dean grab my arm "he's not worth it!" He said.

I lowered my fist "you're right. He isn't. But she is!" I said grabbing my car keys and wallet.

I had let her go once. I wasn't about to again.

Y/n's POV

"another one?" The bar tender said "don't you think you've had enough?"

"i'll stop when I stop! Besides its not like i can't call an Uber" i said glaring at him.

He poured me another shot of tequila and i downed it without even blinking "y/n?" A voice from behind me said. I recognized it almost instantly "what do you want Roman?!" I spat.

"y/n are you drunk?" He asked.

"I'm fine!" I said trying to stand up only to lose my balance because of the alcohol.

"Clearly you're not fine" he said catching me before I fell to the floor. I was angry at Seth not him. I hated Seth for putting me through this shit. I should've chosen Roman but Seth said all the right things. I was young and naive. I had started drinking to drown my troubles away but I had hidden it so well that none of them knew. Roman hd held my heart for a long time but I was to afraid to tell him. what if he didn't feel the same anymore? What if he hated me now?

"Let's get you back to the hotel" he said "I'll even tuck you in" he smiled. His smile brought back so many good memories of when I was happy. When all was right in the world. My heart ached for it all to be what it once was but I had the feeling it wasn't going to be.

Romans pov

I put her in the car and buckled her in. She passed out half way back to the hotel. A number of things went through my head as I drove. Did she still feel the same way? Was she over me or was the spark still there? I would have to wait until she sobered up and ask when the time was right or let her bring it up. The thought of losing her again terrified me.

When I pulled into the hotel parking lot dean was in the walkway waiting. Seth was no where to be found. I got out of the car, went to y/n's side of the car and pulled her out and carried her into the hotel "what happened?" Dean asked. "She's drunk!" I said.

"Ro, Seth left and took all his stuff..i don't think he's coming back!" Dean said "I called Steph and told her what happened. She's gonna talk to hunter and Seth is gonna face disciplinary action possibly even termination"

"As much as I don't want the shield to split up I think it's for the best!" I said "I'm gonna get her into bed. She's gonna have. Massive headache tomorrow"

I had Dean grab my key card to my hotel roomoit of his wallet and open the door. He had an extra just for this very reason. "I'll see you in the morning Dean" I said walking in with y/n and shut the door with my foot. I carried her to the bed and laid her down and covered her up. Taking my shoes off I pulled the couch bed out and laid down.

I didn't know how tomorrow was gonna go but I hoped it would be ok. I was still madly in love with her and I could only hope He felt the same.

The next morning

Y/n's POV

I woke up and surprisingly didn't have a headache. Then I looked over and saw Roman on the couch bed "still the gentleman I remember" I smiled. He was the total opposite of Seth. A gentleman, loving, romantic, caring, and an animal in bed! I sighed thinking about the fact that there was always the possibility that he wasn't in love with me anymore but I would cross that bridge later.

I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Still no headache. I turned the water on to wet my toothbrush "still so noisy!" I heard and nearly jumped out of my skin before realizing it was Roman and laughed at myself "i wasn't expecting you to wake up" I smiled "I was just gonna brush my teeth and get a shower"

"Before you do there's something I wanna talk to you about" he said. My heart started to race "what's that?" I asked.

"I know you probably don't remember but you told me you still loved me last night" he said. My heart dropped. I'm never gonna see him again. "Was that just the alcohol talking or?"

I swallowed hard. I was scared I was about to get rejected by the one person I still cared about. Better to get it over with now so I can move on with my life "i- i still love you but if you don't feel the same anymore i under-" he cut me off pressing his lips to mine and without even thinking I kissed him back instantly. my heart pounded in my throat tasting his lips again before he broke away "I hated seeing you with Seth!" He said "I was afraid you didn't love me anymore!"

"Seth said all the right things to swoon me but I'm still in love with you!" I smiled.

He rested his hand on the side of my face giving a few soft small kisses before a needy passionate kiss took over. He ran his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for entrance which i gave him. Our tongue danced for dominance before he lifted me up and carried me to the bed before gently laying me down on it.

"I love you so much baby girl! I never wanna lose you again!" He said.

I ran my hands through his long, jet black hair "I love you to and im not going anywhere!" I smiled "I need you!"

"I fucking need you to baby!" My pajamas were soon torn off and his boxers came off and landed in a pile on the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he slowly slid inside me, both of us letting out groans of pleasure "uhn Fuck! Still such a wet, tight pussy!" He growled.

"You're so big ro!!" I groaned. His thrusts soon formed a rhythm as our skin slapped together "uhn fuck baby girl! You're already gripping me! Don't you cum yet! We've barely started! I'm gonna fuck you all night! The whole hotel is gonna know my name!" He growled. The husky voice I loved so much combined with his dirty talk nearly sent me over the edge. He got a smirk on his face and grabbed my throat "fuck!" I moaned out.

"You thought I'd forget you liked to be choked didnt you?" He smirked. His thrusts got faster and harder "what's my name baby?" He growled before lifting my legs over his shoulder allow him deeper access "what's my name baby girl?"

"Daddy!!" I groaned.

"That's my good girl! You're mine!" He growled his hips snapping against mine even harder "oooh fuck!!"

"Oh yeah I can feel that pussy gripping my cock! Cum for daddy baby girl! Milk my cock! Milk it dry!"

His dirty talk sent me over the edge and my orgasm rocked my body before he started snapping his hips faster "oh fuck baby I'm gonna fill that pussy! Oh fuck yes! Take it you whore!" He growled before spilling his hot cum deep inside me. A few more sloppy thrusts and he Stilled inside me, letting my legs down, leaning forward to give me a kiss. "I love you so much beautiful! I'm so glad I have you back!"

He slowly pulled out of me and collapsed to the bed. An idea popped into my head And I got on top of him, straddling him "nice view" he smiled before I ground my pussy against him "oh fuck baby!" He groaned and I felt his cock harden again "you aren't gonna be able to walk by the time we're done!" He smirked.

"Who says I'm going anywhere?" I smiled.

"That's daddy's good girl!!"

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I Should've Listened (Oneshot)

Pairing(s): Damian Priest/Fem. Reader

Summary: Damian and reader are both wrestlers. Reader makes an unwise decision in the ring during SummerSlam despite Damian and others warning not to, causing her to get injured.

Tags: tooth-rotting fluff, a smidge of angst, established relationship, arm injury, mild concussion, protective and concerned!Damian.

Word Count: 896

Tonight, was SummerSlam. My very first PPV as the newest member of LWO, actually!

…But I ended the night with a sprained arm and a mild concussion due to my bright idea of pulling a Jeff Hardy and doing a swanton from the tippy top of one of the structures in the arena, straight onto my boyfriend, Damian.

He didn’t wanna do it. He had advised me not to even think about doing something so insane when I had only practiced a few times. Jeff himself, despite his thirst for the extreme, told me that I should keep practicing and leave it for an occasion further down the line. But I swore that I was ready. And partly, I wanted to rub it in their faces, despite the fact that I had my own concerns in the back of my mind. I wanted to prove that I was ready. I wanted to prove that I was badass.

So fucking stupid…

So, here I was in my locker room, sobbing silently after receiving the verdict on my injuries.

“Dam- “I called out weakly the moment Damian walked into my locker room once the medics left.

I didn’t even want him in the room while the medics looked me over, not wanting to see ‘I told you so’ oozing from his pores, regardless of how much he begged the officials to let him in. But now as he walked in, all I wanted to do was bury my face in his comforting chest and apologize for thinking I was some type of superwoman.

I realized that I shouldn’t have caught him by surprise with a move like that. I should’ve at least doubled down and told him I was going to do it anyway, cuz then at least I wouldn’t be nursing these injuries right now. My thought process was that I didn’t want to be at odds with him. I didn’t wanna worry him before a match.

 So much for that now…

Now I was as pissed at myself as he seemed to be with me.

“What did the medics say?” Damian interrupted me in a clipped tone. I chewed on my bottom lip, watching his detached demeanor with sad eyes. I was a little bit taken aback by his red-rimmed eyes, though.

“Are you okay?” I asked softly and he let out a incredulous scoff that made me resume my lip-chewing. Damian was barely hanging on by a thread, I could tell.

I was scared of him, I knew that despite his hot temper, he’d never hurt or disrespect me. But that didn’t mean I wanted said hot temper to be directed at me- even if I did feel I deserved to get my head chewed out for doing something so stupid.

“Que si ‘I’m okay?!’ No. No, I’m not okay. Babe, I just watched you drop at least 20 ft from the air right onto me. I can see that your arm is busted, you definitely have a concussion. Te dije que esto iba a pasar! Te lo dije, y no me hiciste’ caso-“Damian began to rant until he noticed my eyes getting teary. Then, he brought me closer to him, wrapping his arms around my waist and he was careful with my injured arm.

I closed my eyes as he kissed the top of my head as if he were kissing a delicate rose. I sighed deeply, letting some tears fall, his shirt catching them as they fell from my eyes.

“I’m sorry, muñeca. You just… you scared the shit outta me. For a while you weren’t moving and I thought-“ I felt Damian shake his head as if to will those negative thoughts away and I held onto him tighter and he did the same to me.

“I’m sorry,” I said as I sniffled. “You and Jeff have been doing this much longer than I have and I should’ve listened. I know that now… I guess I felt I had something to prove. To you. To myself. It was a dumb move… they said my arm’s sprained at worst. And I have a mild concussion... And I’m sorry for not letting you in here. I know you were worried.” I whispered as I finally looked him in the eye, and I rested the hand on my uninjured arm on his broad chest. His heart was beating a mile a minute and it only made my tears flow even more freely now.

“I’m… As much as I hate that you’re hurt, I’m glad that that’s all it is. It could’ve been much, much worse. Don’t you ever pull that shit on me again. At least let me be there for you when you’re hurt. Okay?” Damian said as he kissed my forehead affectionately.

I nodded.

“Te amo, mi Dami.” I said simply, smiling softly as he whispered the same sentiment back to me and we drove to our hotel room.

“Does this mean I get to call you Nurse Priest while you nurse me back to health?” I said, cackling as he shook his head fondly, laughing as well despite not wanting to give me the satisfaction over such a corny joke. The concussion and pain meds might’ve been getting to me a bit.

“You can call me whatever you want, Mamita.” He replied with an amused smirk playing on his lips as he drove…

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All Falls Down - Chapter 6

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“Go ‘head baby, cum on my fingers.” 

“Hey, you alright?” Kiyana jumped as she was forced out of her daydream. She snapped her head over to Josh who was standing in the doorway of their ensuite bathroom. “You been spacing out all day, you good?” He stepped closer to her, worry written all over his face. 

Since the ‘club incident’ she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Joe and she felt like shit, because here she was mad and talking about divorcing her husband and she was no better than him. She had decided to keep what happened to herself. Even when Samara asked she kept quiet. 

She 100 percent did not mean for that to happen. Everything happened so fast, one minute she was drunk and dancing then next thing she knew she was getting fingered by her husband's cousin and she sobered up almost immediately. Kiyana had chalked it up to the fact that she and Joe were both drunk and that was that. They were drunk and clearly weren’t thinking straight.  She was drunk and if she was sober none of it would’ve happened. But, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

Her mind also kept going back to graduation night ever since Joe brought it up. And while yes, she and Joe did some things. She didn’t technically cheat on Josh- it was still wrong considering what happened between her and Joe took place 30 minutes after she broke up with Josh. But They were kids back then  and they both promised that neither one of them would ever bring it back up especially since she got back together with Josh the next day and not to mention the fact that Joe and Josh were family. 

“Key.” She jumped again and looked at Josh. Shit I spaced out again. She thought as she cleared her throat. 

“I’m fine. Are you ready?” She asked to which he nodded his head. “Okay, I'll meet you downstairs. He nodded again before hesitating as he took a step closer to her, bending down to place a kiss on her cheek but she moved back. Clearing her throat again, she turned back towards the mirror and finished doing her make-up. 

Josh had somehow secured them an emergency counseling session with the same counselor that tried to help his mom and dad before their divorce. The whole ride to Dr. Anderson’s office, Kiyana could feel Josh staring at her every so often and would try to place his hand on her thigh and she would fling his hand off of her. 

“Are you going to at least try and listen to what Dr. Anderson has to say?” He asked once he put the car in park and she inhaled a deep irritated breath. 

“I’m here aren’t I?” Was all she said before she exited the car, slamming the door behind her. 

Dr. Anderson stared at the couple in front of him. Kiyana had scooted herself all the way down to the other end of the couch and had basically tucked her body into herself. Her body language was telling Dr. Anderson that she didn’t want to be there and she would not be open to anything he had to say. While Josh on the other hand had a semi-relaxed posture, he was nervously  tapping his fingers on his knees but he was open and he wanted to see a change. 

Dr. Anderson cleared his throat, getting the attention of the two of them. “Thank you for coming.” 

“Thank you for seeing us on such short notice.” Josh said, wiping his hands on his pants. Dr. Anderson observed Kiyana roll her eyes. 

“Now, you told me a little bit over the phone.” He said, bringing his attention back over to Josh who nodded. “There was some infidelity?” Josh nodded again and Dr. Anderson hummed and wrote something down in his notebook. “From who?”  Josh cleared his throat and raised his hand tentatively. 

“I uh- I had a four month affair. But it’s over now and if I could I would go back and never give that woman the time of day.” 

Kiyana snorted and rolled her eyes. “So hearing that your husband just said that, how does that make you feel?” Kiyana shrugged. 

“I think he’s talking out his ass and I believe everything he’s going to say today will be a load of bullshit.” Dr. Anderson nodded again and wrote another note in his notebook. 

“Okay, so tell me how was your relationship before the cheating and were there any noticeable signs of the cheating?” Kiyana inhaled a deep breath and snuck a glance over at Josh who was already looking at her. How was their relationship?  

“It was normal I guess,” She shrugged. “I mean we were together since high school but I never thought that he would actually cheat on me, you know? We’ve had our problems in the past but it’s never led to anything like this.”  Josh felt like his heart was being ripped out his chest as he watched the tears trinkle out of her eyes. 

“Were there any noticeable signs of cheating?” Dr. Anderson asked again. 

“No,” Kiyana shook her head. “Everything remained the same. I had no reason to suspect that he was cheating.”

Josh sank lower in his seat as he listened to Kiyana tell Dr. Anderson how good their relationship used to be, the more he listened, the more he felt like complete shit. All he wanted was to forget about Shanté and move forward with his wife. Because if he was being completely honest,  He didn’t know how to live without Kiyana. So he hoped and prayed that this first session with Dr. Anderson would get them back on the right path. 

Shanté stared at the house in front of her, she could actually see herself living there when Josh got rid of Kiyana and their kids. Nikkita had told her this was a bad idea but obviously she didn’t listen. She wasn’t let Josh go without a fight. He had blocked her on almost everything and this was the next step. She needed him to see that they belonged together and that she was the right one for him.  She made sure her make up was right before stepping out of the car and walking up to the front door and knocked. 

Kiyana had just left the kitsch after making her and Trin a drink so she could tell Trin all about the counseling session when there was a knock at her front door. She and Trin had stayed back at the house with Kairo while Jon and Josh took Kamari and Kaiden with them to go get food. 

“Sis, you expecting someone?” Trin asked as her and Kiyana both looked in the direction of the door with confused looks on their faces. Kiyanna shook her head and placed both of their drinks on the coffee table before going to open the door. 

“Hi, can I help you?” Kiyana asked with a friendly smile, but that smile quickly vanished as the women in front of her seemed irritated by her presence. 

Shanté rolled her eyes when Kiyana opened the door. “Yeah, is Josh here?” She asked, crossing her over her chest and Kiyana felt her heart drop into her stomach. She took a good look at the woman and immediately knew this was who her husband had an affair with. 

Shanté had a smirk on her face now. “Yeah, you know who I am don’t you?” She asked cockilly, flipping her hair over her shoulder. She looked Kiyana up and down with a look of disgust on her face. This is what he had to come home to? No wonder he decided to cheat. Shanté thought. 

Kiyana closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm herself down. “He ain’t here.” She tried to close the door in her face but Shanté pushed it back open. “Girl, i’m warning you, get the fuck outta here.” 

Shanté pouted. “Is that anyway to talk to your kids' step-mom?” She cackled and Kiyana snapped, she landed a perfect right hook on Shanté’s jaw, knocking the other woman down to the ground. Trinity came running towards the door when she heard the commotion. She pulled Kiyana behind her and glared at Shanté. Before she could say anything Josh’s car pulled into the driveway. He rushed out of the car and over to Kiyana who pushed him away from her and stomped into the house. 

“Hi baby,” Shanté said as she pulled herself up off the ground. “You miss me?” 

IM SORRY IF THIS SUCKS 😭

NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE BETTER I PROMISE 🤞🏽

FYI: Kamari is 6

Kaiden is 3

Kairo is 2 (almost 3) months.

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Mistake -P1-

Mistake -P1- Mistake -P2- Mistake -P3- Mistake -P4-

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst, Augments, Break-Up, Crying, Cursing, Seth being an asshole.

Word Count: 2,861

Summary: Seth’s starts hanging out with his ex girlfriend more often and it cause an argument which leads to worse.

A/N: Should I make a Part 2? Hope You Enjoy!

Not proofreaded

You didn't know what was with you today, but you weren't feeling it. Usually you would be happy, bubbly, and just energetic, but after what you've seen earlier, it ruined your mood.

You were planning a mini gift basket for you boyfriend Seth Rollins, that included his favorite snacks, drinks, video games, and other things, so when you drove to the arena to see him you thought he would be talking to Roman or Dean, but instead he was talking to a girl.

It wasn't just any girl, it was his ex-girlfriend, Becky Lynch. You weren't one of those possessive girls that controlled who he can talk to or what friends he can have, but just them being so close ticked something off inside of you.

Personally, you didn't have a problem with Becky, but it's just she was laughing and touching all over his muscle and he didn't do anything about it. He didn't try to stop her, in fact he leaned closer and whispered something in her ear making them both bust out laughing.

You was quick to storm off to The Shields' locker room, upset. Busting open the door, Roman and Dean looked up surprised. You wasn't set to have a match tonight, but due to Nikki Cross being sick, you had to take her place. "Y/n? What are you doing here? I thought you didn't have a match tonight." Dean asked, getting up to see what the basket was.

He took it out your hand and looked through it. "Ooo, snacks for me?" You went to your duffel bag, and picked out your gear. "No, it was for Seth, but he's busy with someone." You didn't want anyone to know that you are jealous because you were not in the mood for teasing from the boys'.

Roman looked confused. "Who?" You huffed, making your way towards the bathroom. "Just a little friend." You let out a scoff before walking into the bathroom to change. Roman looked over at Dean and hit his shoulder to stop him from reaching in the basket. "What do you think is wrong with her?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, don't ask me. All I know is that I'm about to take Seths brownies." Roman laughed, shaking his head before looking up at you. "You want us to walk you out?" You shook your head and grabbed your phone.

Deciding to scroll on twitter, to wait for them to call you, you saw a new topic trending. Clicking in it, it was a short video of Seth and Becky backstage answer questions. The video must've been taken by a WWE staff, doing it for a TikTok or YouTube Short.

The Staff member asked them, "Fans have one question for the both of you. Do you guys think you'll ever get back together?" Your eye's furrowed in anger as to why fans they would even want them back together.

"Uh- I'm happily taken with my girlfriend, but if we weren't together then yeah, I would love to give it another chance." Seth looked at Becky like they used to, when they dated, before laughing.

Although Becky was laughing too, it still hurt that he would even say that. You didn't even feel your hand clicking the comment button. Comments caught you eyes as you read them all, you felt sadness come to you.

BrollinsLover🖤: They were so much better when together.

🔥BurnItDown🔥: Why did Seth even break up with Becky? They could be top dogs in the company right now, but he went for Y/n?

Wrestling4Life: They honestly, should of stayed together.

SheildLover🤜🏾: Seth needs to leave Y/n because she isn't as good as Becky and will never be.

That last comment hit harder than ever, even if your afraid to admit it. You could feel somewhat burning to you eyes. You know that if you kept reading the comments tears would spill from your eyes and the last thing you need is for Roman and Dean to be worried.

Huffing, you threw your phone on the couch before opening the door and slamming it.

Roman and Dean looked at each other as Dean was chewing on the brownie. They knew that you only slam door if your upset or mad and 99% of the time, you're mad. They both eyed your phone before rushing over to it. With not shame they unlocked it and saw all the comments and heard what Seth said.

They were mad at Seth for saying something like that, knowing your past. Just in time, Seth opened the door. "Alright, see you later tonight!" Becky's voice was heard in the distance as he entered the room. "Hey you guys, have y'all talked to Y/n? She hasn't answered any of my texts." Roman face was stern as he looked at Seth.

Deans cheeks were full, due to the brownie, but he tried to look mad. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Seth's confusion was clear on his face as he looked between Dean and Romans face. The tension was broken when your music played around the arena, causing loud cheers to erupt.

Seth looked at the TV and saw you making you entrance. "I thought she didn't have a match?" He shrugged his shoulders band sat back and watched your match against your friend, Liv Morgan. "You would know if you paid attention to Y/n instead of other people." Dean muttered under his breathe. Seth looked at him.

"What do you mean?" They didn't respond, only watching your match. You were more aggressive than usual. Beating her in the corner, not breaking away until the ref had to physically pull you off her. You would yell at the ref and fans before putting her in a black widow.

Even though she tapped you didn't let go. The ref used all his strength before pulling you off. The commentary team commented on how aggressive you were for the match. You noted yourself to apologize to Liv later, but all you needed was to let out a little anger.

Walking back to the locker room, you were met by all three of the boys. "Oh, hey babe! You did so good out there." You looked at him up and down before walking past him, bumping shoulders. "What's wrong with her?" Seth rubbed his shoulders, asking Roman and Dean. They didn't answer, which left him confused.

While showering, you decided to brush it off. Seth says their just friends, so that means their just friends. You came out, dressed in street clothes, since Dean mentioned about going to the bar, (which you happily took) and went to the basket.

You sat down on the couch next to Seth before giving him the basket. "For me?" You nodded your head. He looked in the basket a little shocked. "Oh my god, is this the new game?!" You wanted to smile at him being happy, but the words he said during the interview and the comments were catching up to you.

"Yeah, I just got a paycheck last week, so I spent it on you." You watched as he took the snacks and a half eaten brownie? "What happened to my brownie?" You looked over at Dean, who was looking around the room, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hey, at least I saved him a piece!" He put his hands up in defense.

You laughed while shaking your head. "Thanks babe." He leaned over and placed a kiss on your cheek before opening some candy. "So, are you going with us to the bar?" Roman asked, looking at Seth. "Um, actually I was gonna go with Becky, for dinner." All the happiness you felt drained away fast. "What?!" The sudden outburst shocked three boys.

"What do you mean your going for dinner? Seth it's our night!" Every month you and Seth have this thing where on your day off, you make baskets for one another and then go out for dinner, but he's taking Becky? "Becky asked me if I wanted to go to dinner and I said yes, what's wrong with hanging out with a friend?"

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. "On our night?" Your voice got soft as you were hurt. "I don't wanna be a bad friend and cancel on her." The boys' sat in the back silently cursing at Seth for saying the wrong things. "So, who cares? It's either me or her." You waited for his answer, scared of what he was gonna say.

Seth rubbed his hands over his face. "Please don't make me choose I-" You cut him off in disbelief. "You shouldn't have to choose! It should be me! I'm your girlfriend for fucks sake, Seth!" You felt tears form in your eyes. You rushed out room, ignoring all the calls coming from Seth. You couldn't believe he would set up to have a date with Becky on y'all's night.

Not caring about your bags, in the locker room you went to the parking lot and took the car. Your sure he will have a ride with someone else. Driving home, you blasted music to try to get Seth off your mind. When you got home you went to the couch in the living and sat there, waiting for him to come through the door, apologize and take you out for that dinner, but he never did.

In fact you got a notification on your phone and it said that Seth posted on his story. Clicking on the notification, you felt your heart drop to the floor. It was a picture of Becky and Seth at the restaurant HE was supposed to take you too. They were smiling while looking in each others eyes.

You turned your phone off, feeling tears come to your eyes. Waking upstairs you went to the bedroom and slowly changed into your pajamas, thinking about everything. Empty room, cold bed, and no food in your stomach, with a boyfriend that was having dinner with his ex-girlfriend.

That night you cried yourself to sleep

You fell asleep not knowing if Seth ever came in that night because when you woke up, there was a note on your nightstand saying how he went out to the gym with Becky. You were tired of all of this. Becky this, Becky that, you didn't mind if he spent time with her, you just wanted him to treat you like his girlfriend.

He was spending way too much time with her and it was clear that they weren't over each other. Maybe, they do need to be together. You don't know, but all you knew is that if there is one more slip up, it's over. You hate to admit it, but all the evidence is there. Dragging yourself out of bed, you got ready for the day before heading to the arena.

At the Arena

You rolled your suitcase down the hall, near the boys' lockerroom. Tonight you had a match against Becky for the Raw Women's Title. You were nervous because this was gonna be the biggest match in your career and you wanted all the people you trust to be there for you. Walking through the door you saw Roman and Dean playing cards.

"Hey boys." You leaned over and hugged them each. "Hello, future champ, you excited for tonight?" Roman asked, before putting a card down making Dean curse. "A little nervous, but so what excited. Where's Seth?" You waited for them to answer. "I think with Becky, in the catering." You sighed before mumbling, 'of course'.

"Hey what's going on between the two of you?" Roman questioned. You avoid med eye contact. "What do you mean." Roman grabbed your chin, making you look at him. "You and Seth. You two have been...distant?" They didn't know how to describe y'all relationship, but they can see the difference.

"I don't know, he's been hanging out with Becky a lot recently." You fumbled, picking at your nails. "Yeah, he posted them at dinner on his story last night!" The reminder of that made you shutter. "Did y'all break up?" Roman said the two words you hoped you would never here.

"Not yet." Deans face scrunched up. "Yet?" You nodded your head. "I don't think he's ready to move on from Becky. They are meant for each other." You felt tears come to your eyes once more before wiping them. It's a special night for you and you shouldn't be crying. "I don't want too, but look at them!"

The door opened making y'all's conversation, being cut short.

"Hey babe!" Seth walked over and tried kissing you, but you pushed him slightly. "Hi." You went to your bag and got your gear out. "Hey, so look I know you are going up against Becky tonight, but I don't know who's side I should be on." You froze as you reached for your perfume.

"What?!" Roman yelled. When Roman yells, you know he's serious. "What kind of statement is that?" Dean added.

Seth looked between the his two brothers, confused. "Why are y'all yelling? I don't know if I should support Y/n or Becky." Seth held his hands up in defense. "Dude you shouldn't-" Your voice cut them off from arguing. "It's alright. Make your choice." Your voice cracked at the end of the sentence before you went in the bathroom.

Dean and Roman shook their head in shame. Seth let out a huff before walking out to talk to Becky.

During Match

You were so close. So close to winning, but Baron Corbin's music played, distracting you both. "Oh congratulations on your title shot Y/n. You really deserved it." Becky tried hitting you from behind, but you dodged it. "Y'know, I'm surprised Seth isn't out here with you." The mention of Seth's name slowed you down a little, but you brushed it off.

Baron made his way up the stairs of the ring, but Seth's music blasted around the arena making fans cheer. Seth ran down the ring before brutally, beating Corbin. "Seth what are you doing!?" You yelled. You didn't need him. "What do you mean? I'm helping!" All of a sudden you were caught up in a roll up pin, not too mention, she held onto the ropes without the ref looking.

Becky's music played all over the arena as the red handed her, her title. Your mouth was hanging opened as she raised her hand up in victory. Seth rolled in the ring and looked at you before stepping by Becky's side and raising her hand up. You didn't care anymore. Letting the tears you've been trying to hold in all day, fall. Your boyfriend, the man you loved is holding another girls hand up after 'beating' you.

It didn't help when Becky jumped in his arms and he happily accepted the hug. Honestly, it looked like they were still dating, by the way they were acting. You tried wiping the tears away, but it was almost like a waterfall, never ending. You rolled out the ring and walked back stage. On your way to the top of the ramp, you heard fans telling you that your better and how you should of won, but the title wasn’t what was on your mind.

Seth saw you leaving and quickly grabbed a mic. "Babe where are you going? Are you not gonna congratulate and show good sportsmanship to Becky?" A crew member came from the back handed you a mic. "Congratulate? No Seth, I'm not gonna congratulate her." Becky looked at you from the ring, feeling bad for your teary eyes.

"Why are you acting like this?" You scoffed in disbelief. "Me? Acting like this? No Seth it's you that's been acting different. Ever since you and Becky reconnected you've been blowing me off and I'm your girlfriend, but obviously you care more about you ex than me so I think it's best if we break up."

Gasped echoed around the arena as your voice cracked at the last sentence. Not being able to hold in a sob you realized it. Fans and Becky was feeling bad, but Seth? He was feeling angry. "Are you really breaking up with me because you couldn't win a title?" You looked at him in the ring with hurt in your eyes. "Look if you wanna break up, then so be it!" In that moment he reached over and hugged Becky.

You turned around to walk backstage, but before walking forward you held the mic to you mouth. "Goodbye WWE Universe." Nobody knew what you meant by that until it was informed by Vince himself that you asked for release. You stopped posting on social media and cut off contact with everyone except family.

All fans blamed Seth for your release and the Shield wasn't the same after you left. They shortly broke up after you left. They always agreed 'When one leaves, we all go.' Fans begged for The Shield to come back, but they wouldn't dare without having someone as special as you in the team.

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Chapter two of: Addicted.

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Roman sat up out of his bed with a groan, waking up to his 7:30 alarm. He sat up and was instantly sore, giving him a fresh reminder of last night. He sighed and grabbed his phone off the charger, eyes widening when he saw 3 missed calls from Rhea. He instantly called her back as he flipped the covers off his legs and stood up to stretch.

"Hey Rips, what's up?"

"Did seth tell you"

"Tell me..what?"

"Well he set up a breakfast "date" for us to go to so we can talk. It's at 8:30 so hurry up."

She spat out and hung up quickly leaving Roman stunned. He put his phone back on the charger and grabbed his essentials out of his suitcase, heading to the bathroom.

Rheas POV

I hung up almost instantly after talking to Roman. Why the fuck would Seth set this shit up knowing I'm still pissed?! I glanced over at Dom who was peacefully sleeping, god he looked beautiful. I gently shook him, "Hey Dom..I have to go soon alright?" I spoke softly not wanting to really disturb him.

"Yeah..? Alright mami be safe" he mumbled tiredly back to me, kissing my hand before turning to the other side to get comfortable. I smiled and got out of bed, walking to the bathroom to check myself out. I've already went to the gym, showered, and did everything a woman needed to do. I checked the time and saw it was already 8:10 so I grabbed my mini bag and headed out the door, giving Dom a kiss on the cheek before leaving.

15 Minutes Later.

I arrived and I'm instantly irritated. I see Roman and Seth sitting at a small squared table off to the corner, walking over there. "Rhea! Glad you could make it." Seth said with a smile in which I returned one as I sat down. Looking at Roman just made me sick.

No ones POV

All Roman could do was look at her. I mean he felt guilty and tried everything to apologize, but he knew it would take some time.

"Rhea look, I know I've already explained everything to you. I'm really sorry alright? I never meant for him to find those messages and find out everything."

Rhea sighed, stirring the coffee stick around in her black coffee Seth ordered for her. "Yeah..I guess I accept your apology. I just don't want Jimmy around me ever. again."

"Alright I can promise that no worries" he responded with a smile, finally all of this would be put to rest.

"Soo..how's you and Dom?" Seth questioned, taking a sip of his coffee. "Things are..meh. Same old same old I guess" Rhea responded with a slight smile, not wanting to go into detail about the truth.

Truth be told, after Dominik found out about Rhea sleeping with Roman things went sideways for a while. He wouldn't book hotel rooms with her, he wouldn't even sit next to her in the car rides with the group. It took him a few weeks to finally talk to her and at least..attempt to move on from it. Things went well for a while and then they didn't. It took them a while to get back on track and just let things smoothe over on its own.

Roman looked around taking in the scenery when he spotted someone. Dean. He damn near jumped up out of his seat to go run and hug him but remained composed. "Rhea you know you can always talk to us right?" "Yeah..Yeah I know" she spoke which snapped Roman out of his zone. He was too busy looking around and staring at Dean to realize the conversation they were having. They were going on and on about the whole situation from Elimination Chamber and how her relationship was with Dom. He felt bad truly but god it was just unfair Dom got to have her and not share.

Rhea checked her phone and stood up almost instantly. "Hey I um- I gotta go. Something happened with Damian and Finn" she spoke quickly, grabbing her coffee cup and leaving.

Seth noticed Roman staring at someone and looked, it was Dean.

Flashback.

"Dean this isn't fair and you know it."

"Oh cmon Seth. You know he'll never love you the way he loves me just fucking face it dude."

Roman just sat there completely silent and out of it. He was in love with his two best friends and didn't know what the fuck to do. Seth walking in on him and Dean didn't make things any better for him either.

"One day Seth you'll realize. Nothing and no one can replace me in his life."

End of flashback.

Seth's blood boiled and his heart sank. Dean was the one person he didn't want to see ever again after those words Dean spoke to him. Roman seemed to notice this and sat there quietly, his gaze shifting off to look outside the window.

"Go talk to him, I know you want to."

"Seth I-" "Go."

Roman silently stood up and made his way over to the table were Dean was sitting alone. "Holy shit- Ro?" Dean spoke damn near choking on his drink. Roman chuckled and smiled. "Hey Dede..haven't seen you in a while you know. Ever since you went to AEW you kinda ghosted me" he spoke and took a seat in the chair across from Dean.

"Shit dude sorry about that. Works have been busy and you know how shit is" Dean spoke feeling guilty about just leaving Roman alone how he did. "It's fine I get it, how'd you like it over there?" Roman questioned.

"Awe man you've got to come watch one of my matches if you aren't busy- I'm having a blast" he spoke, seeming very enthusiastic about it which made Roman chuckle to himself. "I'll try, hey did you uh get a new number or something" he asked as he pulled out his phone from his pocket. "Shit- I did, here give me your phone"

Seth just sat there. Watching as Dean typed his new number into Roman's phone. This whole interaction just made him more and more pissed off, so he stood up and walked out of the building. Roman noticed and just sighed in his head, continuing his conversation with Dean.

When Seth got back to the hotel, he was not expecting the scene he saw in the lobby.

"Damian what the absolute FUCK is wrong with you huh?! You go out with Dom for one fucking night and come back with a pregnancy?!" Rhea was fussing at Damian at the top of her lungs. From what Seth gathered within the 5 seconds of him being there, Damian and Dominik went out to a club and Damian got someone pregnant. Thank god this was a WWE only reserved hotel or shit would've hit the fan quickly.

Finn was pacing around furious while Dom just stood there silently. He knew who the girl was sadly and if he told Rhea it would just make her more mad. He noticed Seth out of the corner of his eye and sighed as he quietly walked over to him.

"Is everything..good?" "Fucks no. I mean you hear what she's saying" Dom responded very quickly as he sat down in a lounge chair with Seth.

"So he got someone pregnant huh?" Seth asked as he sipped on the coffee he got to go. "Yeah..I mean I told him it was a bad idea to go home with the girl but he didn't listen to me. And I mean you know the whole thing between him and Finn right?" Seth shook his head no.

"Shit dude you've got to keep up with the locker room whispers. Apparently they're in some sort of relationship without a label on it, it's confusing shit and I just gave up on trying to keep up with it."

"So that's why he's so mad.." "Yup."

At this point Roman had returned and Rhea's former tag partner Liv showed up from all the commotion. "Rhea! Calm the fuck down ok?" Liv spoke as she held onto Rhea's arm to pull her back from slapping the taste out of Damian. Rhea snatched her arm out of her grip and walked off to go calm herself down. Dominik took this opportunity to stand up and go after her to make sure she didn't break anything like she tends to do. Damian stood there pissed after being yelled at like a fucking 2 year old but to be honest he deserved it.

Hours later. 7:30 pm.

It was a saturday so everyone tended to head out to a club or something to relax and have fun. Rhea invited Roman,Seth,Liv,Dom, and Bianca out to a bar for the night to cool off. When Roman arrived, he spotted Rhea alone and went to go talk to her. "Hey you alright? Where's everyone else?" "Oh hey..well the girls and seth are over there bothering some people. Dominik decided not to show up and instead went to Damian's room" he nodded at her words and ordered him a double whiskey.

"See you ordering the same thing as me hm" Rhea spoke and chuckled to herself, sipping on her glass of whiskey. Roman smiled and took a sip of his drink when he received it, looking off in the distance at Seth.

"You two still messing around?" Rhea asked, trailing her foot up his leg. She knew she was wrong for doing this but she couldn't help herself when he looked that good in his all black tight fitted shirt and sweatpants. Roman noticed this instantly and chuckled to himself, running his hand up her leg. "Yeah..we are. Is that an issue Miss Ripley?"

"Oh not at all..I can change that tho" she spoke with a smile and finished off her drink, Roman doing the same.

Fast Forward to the next morning.

Rhea sat up and looked next to her, instantly jumping out of the bed. How the fuck did she get in bed with Roman of all people? She quickly dressed herself and was about to leave but was stopped at the feeling of a hand on her waist. "Leaving now Rhea?" a familiar voice of Roman's in her ear.

"Yes Roman..Dom is probably worried sick about me alright?" she spoke and shoved his hand off of her. "Fine, go ahead and leave. We'll talk about this at some point" he spoke and watched her leave, loving every second of the view. He turned over in his bed and grabbed his phone, calling Dean to plan to meet up.

Rheas POV

I banged on the door, trying everything to wake at least Dom up. Finally he opened the door and looked at me, not seeming too happy to see my face.

"So..Roman again huh?" shit.

[fandomphasess]

Don’t cry, My Tribal Chief.

[imaginexwwe]

SPRING BREAK 2 - Roman Reigns

TIME SKIPS and APPEARANCE BY COLBY

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REAL NAMES WILL BE USED

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SPRING BREAK IS OVER AND SUMMER BREAK IS BEGINNING ALL WHILE Y|N'S LIFE IS SLOWLY FALLING APART AND SHES CLUELESS TO REALIZE HER MYSTERY MAN IS CLOSER THAN SHE KNOWS

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PART 1 (×)

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"Thank you for taking me out, tonight." I said, as I walked hand in hand with Joe back to the the beach house.

After that night we spent together, he had asked if I wanted to go out with him to this restaurant not to far from where the house.

And at first I wasn't sure if I had wanted to go, not because I didn't want to see him.

But because I was slightly embarrassed about how I had acted with him the very first time we had met.

I mean, that wasn't me.

I didn't act like that and I definitely don't just sleep with a guy hours after meeting him.

Basically I didn't want him to have the wrong impression of me and expect what happened that night to happen the next time we saw each other.

So of course I used the fact that this was Tori and I's trip and I didn't want to be that friend that just up and leaves her just cause a guy wanted to show me some attention.

No matter how I desperately wanted him to show me some attention again.

If you know what I mean.

But now that tonight's the last night that Tori and I would be in Miami, I just figured why not.

It honestly seemed like perfect timing because Joe, just so happened to show up at the house again, claiming he was in the area and decided to take a chance asking me out again.

And obviously I agreed to go to dinner with him and I had a blast.

We talked, he told some corny jokes, some of which were of the sexual nature, and just basically made me laugh like I hadn't in a long time.

I mean, that man had me laughing so hard at times that other guest at the restaurant kept giving us weird looks and eventually we decided it was just best if we left before guest got fed up and asked management to ask us to leave.

I could really see something long term with this man, I silently thought a huge smile on my face.

"What's got you smiling so much?" Joe asked, as we came to a stop in front of the door.

"You." I blushed, hiding my face in his muscular chest.

Joe chuckled, pulling me closer to him, letting the hand I wasn't currently holding on to rest on my butt as he continued to hold me in silence.

After what seemed like a minute or two of silence, I sighed, reality setting in even more. "This week's went by fast, huh?"

"Yeah," Joe quickly replied. "I only wish we were able to spend more time together before you left."

I nodded, my face still buried in his chest, taking in his now familiar scent. "We have the rest of tonight." I replied, finally pulling away from his chest. "That's if you wanna stay the night again."

Joe shook his head. "I got a early flight tomorrow and I haven't even packed yet."

I poked out my lips, looking up at with the best puppy dog eyes I could muster up. "Please..?" I asked, slowly running my finger down his chest, stopping at the waistband of his pants. "I promise it'll be worth it." I added, as I began sliding my finger even further down.

"Y|N," Joe groaned, grabbing at my hand to stop me before I reached his member. "I really can't..." He forced out, mumbling a quick, "even though I really want to," after.

Fine, I thought to myself as I silently turned on my heels, ready to leave him at the door without another word.

I do recall him mentioning that he had this career that required him to travel a lot.

How he never had much time in one place.

But I didn't expect him to turn down casual sex, especially since it'll more than likely be the last time me or him see each other.

"We'll see each other again, babe." Joe said, almost as if he had read my mind.

I nodded, biting down on my lip. "Goodbye kiss?"

Without answering, Joe just wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close, leaning down seconds later to give me a kiss.

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A few minutes later, I slowly made my way back inside the house.

"Your man's not coming in?" Tori asked, as soon as I shut the door, and locked it.

I frowned, going over to where she was laid out on the couch eating popcorn. "Nope," I mumbled. "He's got a early flight for work and he says that he needs to get home to pack and get some rest I guess. But he did give me his number so..." I continued before trailing off.

Tori nodded, shoving a handful of popcorn in her mouth. "Well, at least you did get some dick this trip." I heard her say, as she chewed. "The closest I got was that weir-" She abruptly stopped talking, her eyes getting wide when she heard my phone ringing before I silenced it. "Ooh, is that Joe missing you already?" She giggles, as she playfully elbowed me.

"Tori," I said, rolling my eyes. "I told you, he gave me his number. Not I gave him my number."

"I know," Tori replied, "I just thought that maybe you had sent him a text while or something and so now he has your number and was calling."

I shook my head. "No," I groaned, hearing my phone start to ring again. "It's just my dad." I said, just letting my phone ring until it stopped on its own. "I'll call him in the morning. I'm going to bed." I added, standing up from the couch, and making my way upstairs to my room.

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"This is all your fault." I screamed at my bestfriend Tori, handing her the two positive pregnancy tests in my hand.

We were currently back home in Iowa, and spring break was almost a month ago.

And a couple weeks ago I had started getting sick, which wasn't like me.

I was throwing up random times throughout the day, mostly in the morning, constantly felt nauseous.

Started having bad headaches, which was rare, like I get them but not as constantly as I have been getting them now.

And for a while I shrugged it off as me worrying about passing my finals and all the studying I've been having to do before summer break, but then I looked at my calendar, realizing I still hadn't gotten my period then boom...

It hit me.

I may be pregnant.

So if course I swallowed my nerves, went down to the store and purchased two different brands of pregnancy tests and of course with my luck both came back positive.

Yay, me, I thought sarcastically.

A nineteen year old college student whose just figuring out her life, is now going to be responsible for another.

"I don't want to touch your pee sticks." Tori childishly replied, shaking her head. "And how is this my fault?" She questioned, crossing her arms.

I gasped, looking at her in disbelief, is she serious right now? "You're the dumbass that invited those guys to my dad's beach house, insisted we have all those shots, and now look what happened."

"But I never insisted that you sleep with whatever his name is." She defensively replied. "That was all you, Y|N."

"Yeah," I groaned. "But you were the reason he even was there."

Tori sighed. "I told you to use a condom."

"He did."

I felt tears stinging my eyes as I went over and placed the two test on the sink. "I didn't want this." I mumbled. "I hate we even went to Miami."

"Maybe it's not his," Tori said, her voice sympathetic. "Maybe it's Austin's." She added, causing me to cringe at the mention of my on again, off again boyfriend of six years.

Who I just so happen to be on, with at the time.

And kinda during the Miami trip, but he cheated on me before so I guess we're even.

Not that I was trying to get even, it's not like I was trying to do some revenge cheating or anything, I just happened to forget all about him everytime Joseph came around.

Then I'd eventually check my phone, see a missed call or text from him and, well you get it.

"No, it's definitely not his."

Unfortunately.

"My conception date's not adding up to the last time Austin and I fooled around, but that would be so much easier because I did know where he was." I mumbled. "Unlike Joe."

"You said you have his number." Tori replied. "Call him and find out when he's got a day off or something and maybe he could come to Iowa and you could tell him about the pregnancy."

I shook my head. "I can't ask him to spend his off days in boring Iowa, Tori."

"Well you have to at least call him and curse his ass out for getting you pregnant."

Again, I shook my head. "It was my decision to have sex too." I said, through tears. "Besides," I added, my voice barely a whisper. "I can't get in touch with him."

"Why not?" Tori, pressed on, confusion showing on her face.

"I think he gave me the wrong number."

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Later that night, I laid out on the couch, curled up as I mindlessly flipped from channel to channel.

Tori had gone back to her parent's house about an hour ago after we miserably failed at finding Joe online considering I didn't even know his last name, and I was left alone with my thoughts.

How could I be so stupid?

Having one night stands with a person who I just met hours before wasn't me.

That's Tori's thing.

Why couldn't this be her?

She'd be handling this way better than I ever could.

And of course how could Joseph do this to me?

I mean, clearly neither of us tried to make a baby, like I said he had a condom but his number...

He gave me a fake number.

What was was the point of taking ne out if he didn't even like me enough to give me his actual number?

Why pretend to like someone when you've already had no strings attached sex with that person?

What if his name isn't even Joseph?

Am I even willing to go through with this pregnancy, let alone have this baby?

Would I want to keep it, or give it up to family that really wants a baby?

"Can you just stay on one channel?" My annoying, older brother, Colby asked.

He wasn't actually my brother, more like my step brother since my dad and his mom had gotten married like a decade ago.

I rolled my eyes. "Can you go upstairs to your room and leave me the fuck alone?"

You don't even live here, I thought to myself.

Colby is actually a wrestle nerd or something like that, that spent most of his time on the road traveling with some company doing wrestle stuff.

He doesn't even use his real name, he wrestles under Seth Rollins or some shit.

I've never seen a match in person, never watched it on TV, basically anything with wrestling I avoid.

Clearly I'm not a fan.

"You're a twenty five year old loser at your parent's house instead of your own." I added, childishly kicking at him.

It's not that I didn't like my step brother, it's just that I was in my feelings about my situation and really didn't want to be bothered.

"Fuck, Y|N," Colby shouted, making me flinch slightly. "Watch my damn knee."

I gasped, frowning as I immediately sat up on the couch. "Shit," I replied, regretting my actions. "I'm so sorry, Colby." I apologized. "I forgot about your knee."

I even forgot why he had been staying here.

From what I heard from our parents, Colby had tweaked his knee during a match and had to have surgery on it, which was why he was staying here.

Our parents, mostly his mom, insisted he recover here so he could have someone to help him when he needed something.

"I didn't hit it, did I?" I asked, looking down at the bandaged knee.

Colby shook his head. "No," He answered, slowly stretching his leg with the bum knee out so that it could rest comfortably on the coffee table, groaning as he did so. "But what's up with you?" He asked, glancing over at me.

"Life."

"Is life code for the two pregnancy tests I saw in the trash, in the bathroom?" Colby asked, making my heart race. "It's not Tori's is it?" He wondered, probably from the way I was acting.

How stupid was I to leave the tests in the downstairs bathroom trash can?

Or in the house at all?

I nodded, avoiding Cody's sympathetic gaze.

I knew I fucked up big time and I didn't need his eyes to remind me.

"No." I whispered. "It's mines and no, it's not Austin's." I added, just knowing that would be the next thing he asked me, then I just decided to come clean with the rest. "And don't even bother asking me who the father is, cause all I know is his name is supposedly Joseph or Joe, and on top of that I don't know his last name, so..."

Colby let out a sigh. "When did my little sister become the fucked up one?" He asked, making me giggle for the first time in I don't know how long.

"That I don't have the answer to."

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This was supposed to be a 1 or 2 part thing but I don't know know lol who wants more?

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PART 3

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