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blightwulf · 3 months

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for years I’ve been struggling with exhaustion, and I want to know what’s wrong but none of the doctors I talk to seem to understand and it’s so goddamn frustrating

there have been days that I’ve literally slept for 18+ hours straight and the only reason I’ve woken up is because my mom or boyfriend get worried and forced me to stay up, despite the fact that sometimes I’m still so exhausted that I can barely keep my eyes open and my body acts like a limp ragdoll

i have laid in bed half conscious and barely able to move a muscle because my body is so fatigued, and there is nothing I could do about it

it got a little bit better when I was diagnosed with diabetes, because now typically someone will check on me and help me if I’m in that state, but sometimes there are still hours when I lay in bed completely stuck and trying my best to wiggle my toes or fingers in the hopes it will keep me conscious

it’s not sleep paralysis, but I don’t know how to describe it other than being stuck, like my body is heavy beyond belief and it takes every ounce of willpower and energy to stay awake

i’d love to know for certain if it’s chronic fatigue syndrome or something similar, but all of the doctors I’ve talked to just brush it off as depression. I have had depression since I was at least ten years old. I know how it feels for me personally like the back of my hand, and yet none of them believe me when I say that maybe that’s part of the problem, but it’s not the whole problem

it also doesn’t help that there’s not exactly a sure fire way of being tested from chronic fatigue syndrome, but god it would be so nice to know exactly what is happening

being able to say “actually this is why this is happening” when people decide I’m just being lazy, as if I enjoy laying in bed being tortured by my full bladder and hunger pains but being unable to do anything about it

#.mine #is this a rant?#maybe idk #probably more like venting #chronically ill #gonna very hesitantly tag this as #chronic fаtiguе ѕуndrоmе #chronic fatigue #lowkey in the hopes of someone saying this happens to them too and if this seems like cfs or something else #because the doctors I’ve seen so far suck

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arkynwolf · 2 months

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i feel like doc and martyn are both equally obsessed with ren but are on the complete opposite ends of the "will talk to ren about it" spectrum. false is also there, somewhere in the middle of that spectrum i think

#doc will say WAY TOO MUCH to him #while martyn won't say anything #you literally could not pay me to use the character tags here #post spawned from doc's latest. twitter shenanigans #very hesitantly gonna tag the duos #rendoc #treebark #falseren #wolf.howl

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 11 months

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Hiiii!!! Babes wow I’m so IN LOVE with the way you write soft Miguel!!! It’s the cutest effing shiz 🥹 I go very weak in the knees for a big grumpy indifferent man that is so dang painfully soft for their girl it’s such a huge turn on for my heart 😩 I also came to share that I’ve been imagining Miguel overhearing reader talk about how she’s never had a secret admirer and then a few days later she finds a red rose w/a lil note addressed to her. From a distance Miguel & Jess watch as she parades her lil rose around the others all smiley and Jess asks if he’s gonna tell her and he murmurs “let her have her little admirer” Like that mans got it baaad 😮‍💨

hiii!! omg stop it, that’s so fucking sweet!! thank you! and me too!! I love mean cold grumpy men that have a soft spot for their girl, like embarrassing soft and mushy for her!! it’s my weakness😩 that is the cutest idea. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

secret admirer

miguel o’hara x f reader

wc: 722

part 2 -> here

You were never usually one to receive spontaneous gifts from others, rarely one to have a secret admirer, so when you walk into your office and see a singular red rose with a small envelope attached, your stomach immediately somersaulted.

A few days prior, you and Peter were talking about gifts and what he should get MJ for their upcoming anniversary, and then the subject of secret admirers arose. You mentioned how you've never been on the receiving end of those small romantic gestures and how you wished and hoped you could be at some point. To you, it was a simple flyaway comment, but based on Peter's solemn reaction, you couldn't help but think that he felt guilty.

You did ponder if Peter left it for you as a sympathy gift, but the red rose was a tell-tell sign that he didn't. So now, you couldn't help but wonder who gave you the flower. Who knew the passcode for your door? Who knew about your whereabouts? All these questions span in your mind as you walk into your office.

You reach for the rose, bringing the flower to your nose, softly breathing in its fragrant scent as you pick up the envelope. You place the flower down and glance around your office, looking through the windows to see if anyone's watching. Once you know it's clear, you open the paper and pull out the small note.

' I heard you've never had a secret admirer before,

I'm glad to be your first.

Spider-Man '

Even though it's tagged Spider-Man, it could be anyone. Literally anybody. Hundreds, if not thousands, of possibilities. But the one spider that first came to mind was Peter. You wanted to tell him about the strange coincidence and share your happiness about the situation. So you flag him down, rose and note in your hand as you search through HQ for him.

You finally spot him in the cafeteria with Jess and Miguel, talking over food and coffee. You hesitantly make your way over with a smile as you subtly wave over to him.

"Sorry- sorry, do you mind if I borrow Peter real quick?" you ask, glancing between them all.

"Sure," Miguel softly smiles as he looks you up and down, noticing the rose in your hand.

"Thank you, we won't be long. Hurry- come on," you say, tugging Peter's arm.

"Alright, alright," he huffs, taking a final bite of his burger before placing it down. "What's so urgent anyway?" he grumbles, trudging after you as he adjusts Mayday in the Björn.

"You know how I mentioned the other day- about the secret admirer thing...?" you start, looking at him eagerly. "Well, look what I just found," you smile, showing off your rose and note. "I went into my office, and- and it was just sitting there, for me. A rose for me!" you excitedly gush, smiling widely.

"No way?" he says, his joyful tone matching yours. "Let me see the note,"

As he reads through the letter, you glance around the cafeteria, your gaze honing in on Jess and Miguel, who were not so subtly staring at you. Suspicions rise when you notice them whisper to each other, heads together as if they're in cahoots.

"Hey Peter, can you do me a favour?" you ask, slyly leaning forward.

"Sure, what's up?"

"This might be really wrong, but I need you to do something for me. I need you to eavesdrop, please?" you say sweetly, hoping to mask the morally wrong favour you were asking.

"Seriously?"

"Yes, please. And do it quick. Miguel and Jess- hurry,"

"Shut up then, so I can listen," he shushes you, chuckling.

He's quiet for a few moments, a slow smile creeping on his face as he listens in on their conversation.

"What are they saying? Tell me," you ask, eyes keen as they dart around the room.

"I can't tell you..." he grins, shaking his head.

"Why? Why not?" you playfully hound, gesturing with your hands. "Come on, please?"

"God, he's gonna kill me," he mutters. "All I heard was the end part... Jess said, 'Are you gonna tell her about the rose?' and then Miguel said, 'Let her have her little admirer. She needs it,' okay? That's all I heard,"

Your smile widens.

The rose, it was from Miguel?

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse

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wonysugar · 6 months

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fuck you stupid | ning yizhuo

synopsis : you thought you’d seen it all with her, but no, she somehow managed to surprise you even further.

pairing : bimbo!ningning x fem!reader

genre : bffs to... fwb?? idk they just fuck,, so obviously smut too! xx

tags : yall got lost help, fingering, degradation, belittling, dumbification, car sex, she's so stupid but she fucks you good so it's okay, very slight cunnilingus, she slaps you like once so impact play!

warnings : none!

word count : 1.6k

you, y/n l/n, weren’t exactly smart, but you also weren’t exactly stupid. like yeah, you weren’t a genius per se, but it’s not like you were brain dead either. average was the term you always used to describe your intelligence.

you unfortunately couldn’t say the same about ning yizhuo, your best friend.

you loved her, like that’s your bitch, of course you love her! however, you’d be lying if you said that she was intellectually capable, because she just wasn’t. god, she was just so, so painfully stupid?? clumsy??? careless???? all of the above applied when it came to this woman. not even to be mean or anything of the sorts, just, yknow… natural selection at its finest.

she was aware of that, though, and even thrived in being the self proclaimed bimbo everyone knew and loved. (to which you wholeheartedly agree with, by the way) and honestly? you just couldn’t stop teasing her about it whenever you two hung out. things similar to “stupid hoe” and “dumbass” always escaping your mouth as you two laughed, probably moments after she bumped onto something on the sidewalk whilst spilling all the tea to you.

in summary, she’s done stupid shit before, but nothing, nothing could ever top what she had done that day.

the day she got the both of you lost in some random parking lot at like, 2 am.

“ning, we’re fucking lost.” you told her, eyebrows furrowed in frustration as you watched her giggle nervously.

she grabbed her cellphone and hovered her finger over the power button, “oh come on y/n don’t be like that, i can just go on google maps and we’ll be out of here in no ti-“

a black screen.

she cleared her throat hesitantly, sighed, then pressed the button again.

nothing.

she kept doing that, giving longer presses to the side of her phone in hopes of a miracle . your patience was running thin and you were quite frankly not far from panicking.

after the 27th-ish try, you finally snapped at her.

“fucking hell ning do you not charge your damn phone??”

“sorry that i forgot to?”

oh she had to be joking.

“girl oh my god what the fuck?? we’ll stay stuck here for only god knows how long and it’s all gonna be because ‘ning yizhuo forgot to charge her phone beforehand’ for fuck’s sake.” you closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose in exasperation. trying to calm down, you ignored ning’s gaze.

her stupid annoying yapping wasn’t helping at all. like, at all.

“oh so we’re once again blaming me, got it. y/n you didn’t even bring your own phone, how do you have the audacity to put the blame on me.” she said back, her eyebrow raised up as she threw her phone down on her skirt, sighing exasperatedly.

“because someone told me it was her turn to get the aux.”

“where in that sentence did i ever tell you not to bring your phone??”

“god, ning just- just stay quiet. okay? just- please shut up, i’m trying to think. we can’t rely on you for anything.” you told her, exasperated.

in response, she scoffed, “no?? no i won’t, actually. you’re always putting the blame on me and it’s seriously starting to piss me the fuck off. yeah i’m a bimbo, whatever, but does that mean that you have to talk to me like i only have two barely functioning brain cells??”

“oh please, saying you have two functioning brain cells would be wayy too generous. you’re always doing the stupidest shit out of the two of us. i mean fuck, you literally drove us here, in the middle of nowhere. you’re not a bimbo, you’re just fucking dumb, ning.”

when you looked back at her, she seemed hurt. like,

a wave of guilt quickly washed over you upon seeing her pained, pained expression. she looked into your eyes, frustration and sadness clearly showing into her own. yeah, she looked pissed. you wanted to apologize almost immediately, and you were going to,

if she didn’t suddenly press her lips onto yours before you could even get a word out.

how do best friends make up after a fight?

usually, they talk it out, they go out, hug it out then get milkshakes or whatever, hell, sometimes they just go a day or two without talking then eventually forget about it.

this? this was none of that.

since she planted a kiss on your lips, you, instead of doing anything stated above, were fucking.

like, yeahh you were still lost, but at least you were getting your pussy ravaged. the situation could be handled later; when you weren’t drenched.

throwing your head back as you moaned out ning’s name, you were straddling her in the backseat of her car, feeling her two fingers deep inside you and stretching you out. she looked up at you with lustfully hooded eyes as she kissed and left very visible marks all over your neck, all the way down to your collarbone, her free hand fondling your tits, lazily playing with the nipple.

“f-fuck ning keep going i’m sososo close- fuckfuckfuck..” feeling yourself getting pushed closer to the edge by the friction you felt, you bucked your hips faster onto her digits. the knot tying in your stomach felt like it would’ve snapped any second now, that is,

until she stopped moving her fingers altogether.

frustrated, you whined loudly, “ninggg please let me cum pleaseplease-”

“oh yeah? so now you wanna rely on me for something, and it’s to make you cum?” she laughed. “fucking slut. i’ll make you cum whenever i want to, got it, bitch?” she added, pressing her thumb on your swollen throbbing clit, smirking condescendingly and watching how pretty you looked when pleasure contorted your face.

you unintentionally clenched at her words, nodding shamefully. it was embarrassing enough having your best friend knuckles deep inside of you, having her call you names and whatnot, but the real embarrassing part?

enjoying it thoroughly.

she knew this, she knew she had you wrapped around her finger at that moment and oh was it such a power trip for her. seeing you be so needy for her touch, you almost started riding her fingers yourself, too. she was always the one being treated like a dumb bitch, it was nice being on the other side of things, for a change.

she kept twisting and pulling on your nipple with her free hand as she slowly started to slide her fingers up and down your walls again, giggling and paying close attention to how your body shook and twitched at each and every one of her slow movements. what a sight to see.

“you like being fucked stupid hm?”

and that’s what she did,

seconds,

minutes,

what felt likes hours,

you were sloppily bouncing and grinding on her fingers, speed ranging from a painful slowness to an overwhelming rapidity.

you gripped her arms tightly, as if you would fall into some sort of void if you didn’t hold onto her for dear life. resting your head on her shoulder, you whined, losing yourself onto her. her fingers were still pumping in and out of you at that moment, faster than they were before, by the way, so it took you all of your body strength to not just cum right then and there, but you managed to hold back. for her, you held back and took all of it. every minute passing, every single motion feeling like it was threatening to make you go insane.

“ning pleaseplease let me cum i wanna cum so badly fuck- pleasepleasepleasepleaseee-” you begged, looking down at her with pleading teary eyes.

“fuck, look at you. calling me a dumb bitch all the time, yet here you are, acting oh so stupid for my fingers. such a brainless needy little whore for me, hm? does my idiotic, pretty girl wanna cum?”

you nodded eagerly as you whined, tears actively running down both of your cheeks, so desperate for release that you quite honestly didn’t care for how ridiculous you looked to her at that moment. you just wanted to cum, so, so, so badly, and you were ready to give up your dignity for it.

the sound of her hand slapping your cheek resonated in the car.

“say it. you know damn well i don’t accept pathetic sounds for an answer.”

“fuck— your idiotic pretty girl wants to cum pleaseee let her–”

she hummed, smirking at your response. incredibly amused by your behavior, she took her fingers out of you, picked you up by placing her hands on your thighs, then gently put you on the empty seat that was next to the one she occupied. upon seeing you sat comfortably, she proceeded to kneel down on the empty space between the front seats and the backseats. y’know,

the ones a grown woman couldn’t possibly fit in?

it’s okay though, like, yeah she would most definitely complain about back pain later, but right now?

she needed to feel you cum all over her tongue.

and that’s exactly what she worked towards, her tongue driven by the scent of your arousal to roam all over your folds and clit, kissing and sucking on every inch of your core as she attentively listened to all the sweet noises that came out of you. it really did not take long before your moans reached octaves you didn’t even know you could achieve before, an overwhelming wave of relief hitting you like a truck. you were 100% sure you would pass out afterwards.

at the end of the day, yeah, you both were still stranded in the middle of some unknown parking lot, but at least, the stress of it all evaporated in the air.

while you were trying to catch your breath, you made a mental note;

never underestimate ning’s intelligence when she was in a bad mood! or, do. depending on if you wanna get fucked stupid that day or not.

#smut #kpop gg #female reader #aespa smut #ningning #ningning aespa #ning yizhuo #ningning x female reader #ningning x reader #aespa #aespa ningning #ningning aespa smut #ning yizhuo x female reader

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steddieas-shegoes · 3 months

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always you

wanted to wish @rozzieroos a very happy birthday! you've been so supportive of me since the beginning and it makes a world of difference to someone who is always just a bit nervous to share the things they write. i am unfortunately not a very crafty bitch, so i can't return the friendship bracelet favor right now, but i hope this is a nice little sappy gift for ya! sending you big hugs and all my love 💕 - mickala

rated t | 1,324 words | no cw | tags: fluff, established relationship, the most miniscule hurt and almost entirely comfort, boys in love, side platonic stobin stuff but robin isn't technically there

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Steve always had an adrenaline crash after a visit from Robin. The first time it happened, Eddie was convinced they would have to move to Boston just so Steve could get out of the funk. Luckily, they figured out what to do after a couple of days.

And every time it's happened since, they manage to get him out of it pretty quickly.

But this time seemed worse, and Eddie wasn't sure why.

As far as he could tell, everything about the visit was normal. Robin came for a long weekend, they all went to dinner together the first night, Eddie had to work on Saturday so Steve and Robin had their fun together. Sunday, they all went to brunch together before dropping her off at the airport.

And Steve was fine! That evening he was cooking dinner and dancing to music while Eddie wrote some notes for a campaign he was running with work buddies. They ate together and Eddie did the dishes while Steve went through his nightly routine of locking up.

They even gave each other blowjobs in the shower.

But this morning, as soon as Eddie opened his eyes and smelled the bleach, he knew it was bad.

He sat up and looked out the open bedroom door.

"Fuck."

He got up quickly, throwing on the closest pair of pants he could find, probably Steve's since they felt baggier than his own, and made his way down the hall to the bathroom.

Steve was on his knees, scrubbing the shower like it personally offended him.

"Hey sweetheart, everything okay?" He asked hesitantly.

"Fine," Steve answered, clearly very far from fine.

Eddie sighed and sat on the closed toilet lid. "Stevie, it's okay if you wanna have a sad day. I know it's hard when Robin goes back home. I'm off today so we can just relax in bed if you want."

Eddie would never tell Steve that the reason he was off was because as soon as he knew when Robin was going back home, he'd requested the day off to be here for Steve.

"I don't need a sad day. I'm fine."

"Yeah, that's why you've scrubbed the shower until it's literally sparkling at way too early in the morning," Eddie reached out and covered his shoulder. "It's okay to miss her. I know it's hard."

Steve stopped scrubbing.

Eddie prepared for what was likely to be a very ugly and loud sob.

Steve turned to him with his lips quivering and eyes watery.

"Oh, sweetheart," Eddie said as he got on the floor with Steve and pulled him into his lap. "It's gonna be alright. We're gonna visit her next month, remember?"

"I know," Steve said against his shoulder, voice wobbling like he was still holding back tears. "I just don't wanna keep doing this."

"What?"

"I hate being so far from her. We were supposed to live close enough to see each other every weekend and have sleepovers and now she's in Boston with her girlfriend who is amazing, and I'm here with you and you're amazing, but I miss her. And I know she misses me." Eddie could feel tears soaking his shirt. "And it's stupid that we're so codependent still, and I feel bad that you probably feel like you're not enough."

"Sweetheart, I don't ever feel that way. I've never felt that way. Have I made you feel like I feel that way?" Eddie tightened his grip around Steve.

"No, not really," Steve shrugged. "It's just I know we're a lot. And I know it sometimes probably seems like I need her more than I need you, but I don't."

"Sweetheart, I know that." Eddie kissed the top of his head and smiled. "You're a package deal. I knew that the moment you kissed me in the hospital room. I was getting Steve and his platonic soulmate Robin, or I wasn't getting Steve at all. I know how important she is to you. Don't you think she's important to me too?"

"I guess," Steve shrugged again, sniffling against Eddie's shirt.

"Well, how could she not be? She helped make sure you stayed safe before I was there to protect you. She knows exactly what to do when you have nightmares, taught me everything she could so I could be there for you. She sends me tapes she thinks I'll like when she sends you care packages. She was the second person I ever came out to! "

"Wait, I thought I was the second person you came out to."

"You were the third. She was a practice run when I saw her staring at the young nurse who checked my vitals the day I woke up. She's the one who told me I should tell you," Eddie nudged him away for a moment so he could look down at him. "I wouldn't be on this floor with you five years later if not for her. She's kinda important to me."

"I just hate that I get like this!" Steve finally said. "I hate that this happens every time. It's not fair to you."

"Love, it's okay. I know how to help." Eddie kissed his forehead. "Go ahead and wash your hands and go get back in bed. I'm gonna grab a book and we're gonna cuddle for a bit."

"But-"

"And then!" Eddie continued, louder. "We'll get pizza delivered for lunch even though we shouldn't. We'll call Robin. We'll take a bath. I'll wash your hair. I'll make us that roasted chicken stuff you like for dinner. It'll be perfect."

"Okay."

"And then-"

"There's more?" Eddie could hear the smirk in Steve's voice even though he'd buried his face against his neck again.

"Of course there's more." Eddie poked his side. "And then we're gonna start talking about moving closer to Boston so we can visit her more than three times a year."

"Eds, we can't afford Boston."

"I know. But we can afford New England if we find the right spots. We'll have her send us some ads for places for rent. I can transfer within the company. You're a teacher, you can work anywhere."

"You make it sound so easy."

"It is so easy. Making you happy is the easiest thing I'll ever do."

"But you have to be happy too."

"I will be. You wanna know why?"

"Why?"

"Because I'll still have you. And let's be honest, it's way more likely that one of the New England states is gonna let us get married before fucking Illinois."

Steve chuckled. "Married? Who said anything about getting married?"

"Oh, did I forget to mention? I planned on spending the rest of my life with you."

"I know that, goofball." Steve let out another genuine laugh. "I just didn't think you'd ever wanna actually get the law involved if they ever let us."

"Steven, I don't involve the law, the law involves me."

"I don't think that's how it works, babe," Steve kissed his neck before pulling away. "I think all that sounds nice though."

"Then hop to it, Harrington! We've got a bed to get back into."

Once they settled in their bed, Steve curled into Eddie's side while he opened the book they'd been reading for a week now, he looked up at Eddie with a soft smile.

"I love you a lot, you know?"

"I know, angel. I love you a lot more," Eddie replied, leaning down to kiss his lips softly.

They'd spend the day exactly as Eddie said they would.

They'd find a place only two hours from Robin and move less than a month later.

They'd get married as soon as it was legal for them to do it.

They rescued a dog.

They even adopted twins.

And every single time Steve wanted to see Robin, they packed up the car and went to visit her.

Because Steve had Eddie, and Eddie had Steve, but they both had Robin.

#steddie #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #fluff #established relationship #idk i just think we should appreciate robin's place in THEIR relationship more #like you're tellin me she doesn't latch onto eddie too???#you're tellin me eddie and robin aren't thick as thieves???#please

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raz-writes-the-thing · 5 months

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New Year's Kiss (Good Omens One-Shot)

Aziraphale x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: Aziraphale asks to be your New Year's kiss.

Fic type: holiday fluff

GOMENS: @coffee-and-red-lipstick @quickslvxrr @clarina04 @motionlessindoubt @stevekempscocktails @go-bonkers-go-foolish @peytonpenguin37 @florduarte @complimentary-breadbasket @thekirbishow @jaziona92 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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You’d mentioned it when you were a little tipsy on New Year's morning. You’d never been kissed. You’d never had a kiss on New Year’s either. Well, those things sort of went hand in hand, but the point was- you’d never felt someone’s lips upon yours.

It wasn’t necessarily something that upset you. It was a fact just like how caterpillars have, like, four thousand muscles was a fact. But Aziraphale was a romantic at heart, and how could he let a stunning creature such as you go without a New Year’s kiss when there wouldn’t be another chance of that for another whole year? Not a long time for Aziraphale, no- but it was for you.

So, at five minutes to, Aziraphale took your hands in his and gave you one of his ever so charmingly romantic smiles.

“My dear,” he started somewhat hesitantly. Like he didn’t quite know what to say. “I’ve been thinking about your confession this morning.”

“My confession?” You asked, having sobered up many hours previous. “Oh! The New Year’s kiss thing? Yeah, what about it?”

Aziraphale’s thumb brushed over the back of your hand. Your heart skipped a beat.

You’d had feelings for Aziraphale for a while now. How could you not? He was soft, kind, handsome and a reader. And he did his own washing- what more could you ask for, really? But you’d never really entertained the idea that he might have felt the same way for you.

“I know I haven’t mentioned it before,” he said, clearing his throat and ordering his thoughts. “But- if you were amenable, I- well, I would be honoured if you’d do me the honour of being your first.”

You blinked a couple of times, trying to let the information absorb into your brain.

“Kiss, that is,” he hurriedly corrected, though you honestly wouldn’t have minded the alternative either just quietly.

“I- Aziraphale,” you breathed, a smile slowly spreading over your lips. You bit down on your bottom one so as not to seem too eager. There was a squeal threatening to escape you any second now.

“I know this is highly unusual for romantic courtships,” he continued on, clearly growing anxious now. “But I just thought, well, why not ‘shoot my shot’, as it were.”

Your eyes darted to the countdown on the television. Just a minute left now. Outside, you could hear the people gathered on the street start to countdown.

“I- yes, Aziraphale. I would love that.”

Aziraphale looked very pleased with himself, and he let go of one of your hands to brush his forefinger down your cheek.

“You’re truly stunning, my dear. Gorgeous.”

You could feel your cheeks flush slightly at the compliment. Aziraphale was always paying you compliments, but they never ceased to fluster you with their sincerity.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you chuckled back, eyes roaming over his features. He really was gorgeous, wasn’t he? Outside, you could hear the countdown get louder as it reached ten seconds to go.

Your grin was infectious, and Aziraphale shot you one of his own. He shuffled in place as if he were nervous. He probably was.

And then the countdown struck zero, and Aziraphale’s lips were on yours. Soft skin but a firm press of his lips. Your arms wound around his neck and you pressed yourself close. You’d waited so long for this- for a kiss, for Aziraphale, really.

And now you had him.

Zira pulled away and pressed his forehead to yours affectionately. He held you close, not wanting to let go of you just yet.

“Happy New Year, my darling,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Happy New Year, Zira,” you replied lovingly.

It was gonna be a good year. You just knew it.

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snaillock · 5 months

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prompt 1 and/or 6 w Shidou or Karasu x male! reader? i’m fine w gn! as well :)) thank youu <33

this was supposed to be a halloween themed fic since i got this in october but….. also can’t believe ive never written for shidou b4 holy shit

prompt 1: "what are you do-" "look, now we match!" (feat. shidou ryusei) tags: male!reader

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you stood outside in the dark for god knows how long until you finally saw your boyfriend’s car pull up to the curb. you opened the door and quickly got in to escape the cold.

“took you long en- ah! oh god!” you yelped as you took in the sight before you. your odd eccentric little boyfriend, shidou, in the driver’s seat. not only was his face completely covered in face paint, making his usual tanned skin completely white, but it also had a red line of lipstick smeared across his lips, paired with dark smokey eyeshadow. all of that topped off with bright green hair worn down which was a very rare sight.

“jesus christ ryu… why do you look like that? why are you dressed as the joker?” you asked frantically, “don’t we have a party to get to right now?”

“chill out babe… it’s a costume party anyway,” he grinned at your startled reaction, “i didn’t tell you before ‘cause you would totally back out if i did.”

“yeah, you’re right. i definitely would,” you let out a resigned sigh before running your fingers through his now neon green hair. “did you really dye your hair for this costume?” you asked.

“don’t worry,” shidou said nonchalantly, slightly leaning into the touch, “it’s just a temporary dye. one wash and i’ll be back to normal.”

“right, ‘normal,’” you muttered before checking if any green got on your hand. which thankfully, none did. “well i don’t have any costume and i don’t wanna be that fucking guy who shows up to a costume party with no costume so i guess we just gotta cancel plans.” you said, in hopes you can finally escape the party you just didn’t feel like attending.

“wait! don’t worry, i got the perfect thing for that! just close your eyes,” shidou said before rustling through a shopping bag he had in the back seat.

“oh god,” you mumbled before hesitantly closing your eyes, “what are you do-“

you grunted when your words got interrupted by his hands slipping something onto your head and over your face.

“tada!” he said triumphantly as he released whatever hard plasticky material he just placed over your head, “look, now we match!”

you glanced at the overhead mirror to see a mask now on your face, specifically a batman mask. the hard black material stopping right above your nostrils. it suited the long black coat that you just so happened to wear tonight very well, too well actually.

“ryu… are we really going to this party as batman and the joker?” you said apprehensively as you stared at yourself in the mirror with a subtle scowl, unsure of going out like this.

“yeah, come on! it’s just another one of my genius ideas.” he leaned over and wrapped his arm around your shoulders while you glared at him, knowing how his “genius” plans usually go.

you rolled your eyes, though deep down his antics had you feeling slightly amused. you then sighed, “oh what am i gonna do with you, ryu?”

he admired the way you two looked in the tiny mirror with a large grin on his face exaggerated by his dramatic makeup. “god, we look fucking awesome. we’re gonna be the hottest couple in there.”

he then gave you a big and obnoxiously loud kiss on your cheek, leaving a red lip print behind, before starting up the car.

“woah ryu, you’re about to cause a big scandal if batman gets caught kissing the joker.” you let out a soft laugh, playing into his antics, as you wiped the makeup off with your hand. the crack in your unsure demeanor only makes him laugh along with you.

“oh we are so winning the costume contest i signed us up for.”

“wait, you did what?!”

i looked up batman masks on google images and i’m giggling why do they look so fucking goofy

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sailor-aviator · 8 months

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I have but a humble request, and that is mister Bob, anyway you’ll give him 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 (yuckosworld)

@yuckosworld ALWAYS. Prepare to gush. Also, gonna go ahead and tag @bobgasm in this for reasons.

You heard the sound of your apartment door open with a small thud followed by muffled laughter. Furrowing your brow, you wandered through the hall and into the living room.

"Bobby?" you call hesitantly. Another thud.

"We're in here, y/n!" Mickey calls. You hurried to the entry way, finding Mickey supporting your boyfriend with Bob's arm thrown over his shoulder so that he didn't fall onto the floor. You rushed over to them, taking Bob's other arm over your own shoulder, and helping guide him into the living room. You and Mickey managed to set him on the couch where his head flopped back, a grin plastered on his face. You turned your attention to Mickey, hands on your hips.

"What happened?" You demanded. Mickey let out a sigh and rubbed a hand over his face.

"Someone accidentally mixed the alcoholic beer with the non-alcoholic stuff. We didn't notice until, well," he trailed off, gesturing to your boyfriend who you now realized was absolutely plastered. You had insisted he go out with the guys that night for some much needed "guy time."

"Accidentally?" you questioned Mickey with a purse of your lips. Mickey shrugged with another defeated sigh.

"Sorry y/n," he said, giving you a sympathetic look. "I brought him home as soon as we realized what happened."

"It's not your fault, Mickey," you sighed. You began waving him towards the door. "You go on home. I've got him."

"You sure?" Mickey asked uncertainly, but you nodded, offering him a small smile.

"Yeah, I'm sure," you murmured, looking at your boyfriend who was already staring at you with wonder in his eyes. Mickey said his goodbyes and you heard the latch of the door as he closed it behind himself.

"Oh, Bobby," you cooed, reaching down to run a hand through his soft hair.

"Hi Bugaboo," he slurred, grinning. He reached out his arms towards you, and you complied, straddling him when he pulled you down.

"Missed you s'much," he said as he leaned his forehead against yours.

You hummed as his arms wrapped around you and started stroking the small of your back where your low cut tank top had ridden up. "You weren't even gone that long, baby."

"Was still t'long," he muttered, burying his face into your chest. He nuzzled deeper and you heard him say something into your skin.

"What was that, Bobby?"

"I said," he started, looking up at you from his current position, "that you're always s'soft."

You chuckled, stroking his cheek. "That's very sweet of you, baby."

He nuzzled back into you, letting out a yawn. "S'true."

"C'mon, love," you whispered down into his ear, sending a shiver up his spine. "Let's go to bed, yeah?"

Bob's head shot up from your chest, a wide, mischievous grin slowly spreading across his face. "Yeah?"

You let out another chuckle, shaking your head. "to sleep, baby boy."

Bob pouted, deepening it when you moved to stand up. When you reached out your hand to him, he grabbed it gently and allowed you to pull him up.

"Fine," he huffed, leaning down to bury his face into your neck. He pressed light kisses up from the base and onto your face. He continued to press light kisses all over your face until you were a giggling mess in the middle of the living room. Bob pulled back with another pout when you pushed at his chest lightly.

"Bed, mister," you smiled sweetly up at him. He let out another huff of breath, but then seemed to perk up when he thought of something.

"We can cuddle in bed?" he asked you excitedly, earning another soft giggle from you.

"Of course, Bobby."

Bob practically stumbled his way to your shared bedroom, insisting he was fine to walk on his own and far too excited to hold you in his arms. He'd feel it in the morning, but you'd let him enjoy it now.

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love-islike-abomb · 1 month

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Mr roboto

Cyborg!Roman Reigns x Esme (OC)

"I am the modern man, who hides behind a mask, so no one else can see my true Identity!"

Warnings: sci Fi, smut, angst, errors I may have missed.

Word count: 2,737

Tag list: @reignsangel444 @acknowledge-reigns @mzv11 @marchm-langdon @mandeelemons @pittieprincess22 @romanreignshairdresser @weirdgirl16355 @wrestlingprincess80

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To say I hated cyborgs would be an understatement! My parents were murdered by one many planet rotations ago. I was only 5 years old and was sent to live with my aunt and uncle. When my uncle was alive, things were somewhat better. I was put in therapy to help me deal with my parents death. Then, just before my 18th birthday my uncle passed away. After his funeral his wife completely changed. It was as if his death was what she had been waiting for. I was sent to the starship, a place people go just before their drafted into the space academy.

The space academy was where we went to train to be engineers. I thought we'd be working on space equipment but I would soon find out that the reason my aunt sent me here was to rub in my face that cyborgs killed my parents. I was being forced to keep the very beings who killed my parents well maintained because we had gone to another planet and started a war with a species 3x as advanced as ours. Great another fuck up I have to fix!

When we arrived to the space academy I'd be assigned to my cyborg and that would be who I'd be with throughout the mission. We'd be sharing quarters together as well. "His ass better be sleeping on the couch!" I mumbled to myself.

"what was that cadet?" My superior officer asked, daring me to repeat myself.

I sighed heavily "nothing, sir!"

He gave me a stern look "go to the main hall. You'll be meeting your cyborg there!"

"yes sir!" I said walking away "please don't let this be a total disaster!"

When I reached the main hall, it was filled with all the other cadets and people I didn't recognize. We're these the cyborgs? Some of them we're quite attractive.

"Esme! I've been waiting for you!" Danny said. Danny was one of the few friends I'd made in the academy. Her mom had sent her here since she loved robotics but I don't think she understood what exactly this was. These weren't just robots, they were cyborgs! Half human, half machine!

"hey Danny!" I smiled, leaning in to give him a hug "I recognize a lot of these people but a lot of them I also don't! Who are they?"

"the cyborgs!" Danny smiled "its so cool! They don't even look it!" Danny's blissful ignorance was at times my light in a room of darkness but this was different. She didn't know just how dangerous they coupe be. I had to control my temper and not go off because Danny was one of the few who knew I hated cyborgs but with good reason.

My superior walked away Into the main and everyone immediately stood at attention, I took my sweet time but eventually did to.

He walked to the intercom, taking it from it's holster "it's time for all of you to meet your cyborgs!" He said. I sighed heavily. I'm probably gonna get paired with some prison looking motherfucker named bubba!

"Danny!" As her name was called Danny smiled and ran up to the front of the main hall. A tall brunette woman was standing next to our superior "this is your cyborg, C00987!" Danny walked with her cyborg to where everyone else was sitting. A few had already met there's and it was finally my turn "Esme!"

I walked to my superior. Who was that next to him? Was that my cyborg? I hadn't seen him in here the whole time! He was gorgeous! "Esme, this is your cyborg C980012!" He reached his hand out to shake mine. Hesitantly, I shook his hand and despite what I expected it wasn't a overly firm handshake. He was quite gentle.

No Esme! Dont fall for it! His kind killed your parents! "Well!" My superior said clapping his hands together "it's getting late and we should all head to our quarters for the night!" I sighed heavily and rolled my eyes. I wasn't looking forward to this! "Come on! Let go!" I said to my cyborg, leading him to where I slept.

I put my hand on the panel next to my room, opening the door "this is where I sleep!" I said pointing to my bed "you can sleep wherever you wish just not next to me!"

"I may be a machine but I sense that you have some hostility towards me and I'm not entirely sure i understand why!" He said.

"I don't like anyone!" I said, trying to play it off.

He looked at me puzzled "I saw you talking to that one ginger girl, Danny was her name if I remember right!"

I sighed "look the less you know about me the better. I'm only here because I was forced to be, not because I want to be. I just wanna get this don and over with!" I said sitting on my bed.

"my processors tell me your stressed and I can smell anger In your pheromones. What's making you so angry?" He said putting his hand on my back. Instinctively I flinched away "don't touch me!" I yelled.

He threw his hands up in surrender "alright! I'm sorry!"

I laid down on my bed "there's a couch over there!" I said pointing at the window "get off my bed and leave me alone!"

His face looked genuinely hurt by what I said. A cyborg who feels emotion? Was he different from the others? I pushed the thought out of my mind and closed my eyes and soon drifted off to sleep.

The next morning

When I woke up and realized what had happened the night before, I looked around the room for him. He was still sitting on the couch, fully dressed and staring at me.

"you know it's not nice to stare at people!" I said. He didn't respond, he didn't move. What the fuck? Did he shut down during the night? I suddenly heard what sounded like a computer firing up. His eyes lost their glossy look "hello!" He smiled.

"is that how you cyborgs sleep?" I asked.

"if you wish to call it that then yes!" He said.

I rolled my eyes and walked to my closet. His footsteps gave away that he was walking towards me "I really don't know what I've done to make you be so rude to me!" He said.

I sighed "I really don't wanna talk about it! Like I said, I'm only doing this because I have to!"

"perhaps if you did talk about it it might make you feel better. I'm not here to hurt you!" He smiled.

"you may not be but your kind did!" I said.

"what do you mean?" He asked, confusion on his face.

Realizing what I said I knew I was gonna have to tell him now. I sighed heavily "a cyborg killed my parents!"

He hung his head "I'm sorry!"

"yeah, well I told you I didn't wanna talk about it but you kept pushing! Thanks for opening up my old wounds!" I said slamming the closet door shut, walking away.

"Esme!!" He yelled, his voice deepened.

I stopped "what?" I said looking over my shoulder at him.

"I'm not here to hurt you!" He said, putting a hand on my shoulder "I'm not the cyborg who killed your parents and I'm sorry that happened to you. I can't make up for what happened but please dont act like I'm not half human!"

I hung my head. He was right. For the first time I was the one who was apologizing, even though he didnt have to in the first place "I'm sorry!" I said. He'd been so nice to me even though I was incredibly rude to him.

"shall we start this over?" He asked with a smile.

"I don't see why not!" I smiled back.

He extended his hand out to me "I'm C980012 but all the other cyborgs call me Roman!"

I reached my hand out to his, his handshake still as gentle as the first time "I'm Esme!" I smiled.

He smiled back "let's head down to the main hall, I'm sure they have a whole marage of things for us to do!"

Later that night.....

Finally leaving the main hall, Esme was exhausted. The snide comments from the other cadets about how she was forced to work with the very beings who killed her parents made her blood boil and having to hide that she was upset took its toll on her, but for the first time she wasn't angry at Roman. She realized he had nothing to do with her parents death. She still didn't trust him but her anger towards him had settled. As they headed back to her quarters Esme's words started to become slurred causing Concern to grow on his face.

"Esme, you look exhausted! Do you want me to carry you back to your room?" He asked her.

"I'm fine, I just need some sleep!" She half smiled, her eyes heavy. A few more steps and her body gave out and he caught her before she fell to the floor. His reflexes far quicker and sharper then hers. He carried her to her quarters, laying her on the bed before sitting on the couch.

A cyborg wasn't supposed to fall for a human. It was forbidden and he knew he still had a lot to prove to gain her trust but he was willing to try.

The next morning

Esme's POV

I woke up and saw Roman in the same position he was a few nights ago. Looking lik he was staring at me. I remembered that's how cyborgs slept and walked over to him, waving my hand in front of his face. The glossiness In his eyes faded and I could hear his hard drive firing up "hello Esme!" He smiled.

I'm still not use to that!" I smiled "I need to get dressed and then we'll head to the training room!"

I headed to my changing room and changed into my flight suit. I had been so rude to him and the fact that he still treated me with kindness made me regret ever treating badly. I still didn't trust him but he was growing on me. I wondered why he put up with me for so long. A lot of things were going through my head but I had to push them aside for now. I headed out to where he was "let's head out!" I smiled, putting my hand on the panel to my room. As the door opened, I saw my superior officer and other trainees standing there.

"Esme come with us!" He said grabbing my arm. His grip was tight and instinctively I tried to pull away. It only made his grip tighter.

"What the fuck is going on? Let me go!!" I yelled. Roman must've heard my yelling because moments later I saw my superior slammed against the wall and his hands wrapped around 2 of the trainees necks. The 3rd one came up behind him with a knife in hand "Roman look out!" I yelled. The trainee swing the knife, slicing Romans chest, revealing the metal underneath his skin. The trainees face was covered in fear and he dropped the knife and tried to flee. Roman was to quick and in only a few strides caught up to him.

"Esme, run to your quarters! You don't need to see this!" He said, his eyes never leaving the trainee.

But what about-" I tried to say before he cut me off.

"Esme! Run!!" He yelled. The tone of his voice sending chills down my spine. I knew what was coming and though I knew this time a cyborg was killing to protect me, it didn't stop the memories running through my head. I ran to my quarters as fast I could, not once looking back. I heard screams of terror and covered my ears. My heart pounding in my chest. Moments later it stopped and all was quiet. I didn't dare move. What if something happened to Roman? A knock soon sounded on my door "Esme?" I recognized his voice and braced myself for what I might see on the other side.

I put my hand on the panel and the door opened. The cut on his body had healed, no trace of them anywhere. No blood, no wounds.

"are you ok?" I asked "I saw him cut you with a knife and the shine of metal under your skin! What happened to the cut?"

"my nanocytes!" He said "I naturally heal far faster then you humans do!"

"nanocytes?" I asked.

"cyborg immune system more or less!" He said "are you alright? You're trembling!" He said running his hand along my arm, goosebumps forming as he moved.

A lot of bad memories wer brought back" I said trying to fight back tears "I know you were protecting me but it doesnt stop the memories of my parents being murdered from flashing in my head!"

"I'm sorry Esme!" He smiled, putting his hand on my face. "I-" what needed to be said was no longer said with words but with his lips, connecting with mine. Every bit of anger I ever felt towards him in that moment had vanished and was replaced with desire.

His hands, recently used to destroy were so gentle on my skin. Lifting me up by my waist was effortless for him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, was I really about to do this? What kind of hold does he have on me? Why was in the only one he was gentle with? So many things going through my head but lust clouded it all. I would away from his beautiful lips, his eyes clouded with lust and want. In that moment I knew he was who I wanted. I didn't care.

"I need you!" I groaned.

"What do you need? My cyborg cock in your human pussy?" He growled. The tone of his voice made my whole body shiver. I bit my lip "yes, sir!"

When he got to my bed, the gentleness he laid me down with only heightened my need for him "these need to come off!" He growled, pulling at my clothes, yanking them off my body in one tung. I kept forgetting at times with how gentle he was that he was half machine and moments like that reminded me that out of all the people here, I was the one he chose to be gentle with. I was completely naked In front of him, underneath him, at his mercy. With what seemed like a gentle tung he yanked his sweatpants off, throwing them to the side "are you ready baby girl?" He growled as he kissed along my jawline, down my neck. He had already ruined me for any other man, no one would ever compare to the pleasure he had given me, no one, human or cyborg would be able to duplicate.

I nodded my head, ready for him to complete me. Sliding himself through my folds, teasing me, getting me ready for him, he slowly slid inside me, giving my body a chance to adjust. I groaned in pain for just a moment, his size bigger then any human man I'd ever had. "Shh, it's alright! Let the pleasure take over!" He cooed. My body relaxed at his words, allowing him to fully enter me.

"So fucking tight!" He growled, kissing down my neck, his kisses forming goosebumps on my skin as he went. Slowly he pulled all the way out, before slamming back into me, loud moans escaping my lips involuntary "that's it baby! Let go!" He growled in my ear "milk my cyborg cock with your pussy! Let me fill you!"

Fuck! I dug my nails into his back, my body releasing all the tension that had built over the last few weeks.

"Uhn! Fuck! You milk my cock so good baby!" He growled, releasing his seed Inside me, riding out our orgasms together. Slowly he stilled inside me, not wanting to let me go. He looked at me, a smile on his beautiful face "I love you, Esme!"

I smiled back "I love you to, Roman!"

I once hated cyborgs because of the heartache and violence one brought into my life, I never thought I would fall in love with one.

Domo arigato, Mr roboto!

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monsterrae1 · 1 month

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🧑🏽‍🍼tease tidbit Tuesday 🧑🏼‍🍼

Tagged by @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @tizniz @spotsandsocks @dangerpronebuddie @exhuastedpigeon @underwaterninja13 @wikiangela thank you besties!!

A little something something from my abo fic and also a question:

This fic is a wip and idk when I’ll be done but would you guys like me to start posting now and update as I write or wait until I’m done?

Anyway here’s the snippet:

Buck chewed on his lip again, the same spot that was already raw, Eddie balled his hands into fists to resist the urge to press his thumb against it and break the skin free, to soothe the irritation with his touch.

“Okay,” Buck said after a while, and after Eddie thoroughly washed his hands he hesitantly handed his baby to Eddie.

“I’m not gonna go anywhere,” Eddie assured him, “I’ll hold him right here while you eat.”

Buck nodded, and finally let go completely of Thomas. They both held their breath waiting to see if Thomas was going to wake up and start crying, but all he did was nuzzle into Eddie, his little nose pressed to Eddie’s chest, and settling back to sleep.

“Uh,” Buck tilted his head, looking at his son confused, “He hasn’t done that with anyone before.”

Eddie tried to ignore the fluttering in his chest at the implications, “He must recognize my scent from the ambulance,” Eddie said, “That’s all.” Buck nodded but he was still staring at them with a little awe in his eyes, “C’mon, get some food in you, you look like you’re gonna pass out any moment.”

Buck chuckled, “You’re not wrong about that, I feel like I haven’t slept since I went into labor.”

“Well, I don’t have anywhere to be for the next few hours, and I did promise to help you paint too, so you can get some sleep while I’m here, I promise to be quiet.”

Buck stared at him, stopping wolfing down his food for a second, “Listen, Eddie, huh, that’s very nice of you, and I appreciate it, but you don’t need to.” He took a deep breath, “I just had a baby, I’m not really looking for courtship or anything like that.”

Eddie blushed, “No, I know, I promise I’m not gonna try and court you, I genuinely just wanna help, from one single dad to another, okay?” Even if Eddie had wanted to court Buck, he knew that right now wasn’t the right time, if ever, for all that Eddie knew Buck’s alpha might come back any day now and he wouldn’t need Eddie’s help anymore.

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vmpiires · 5 months

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❛ INFINITY — 無限大

choso x f!reader ﾉ MDNI

𑂻𑂴 summary. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂃ㅤ you and choso go on a “date” and choso opens up about his family

𑂻𑂴 tags. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂃ㅤ choso (non-curse), mid 90s AU, nsfw, female anatomy, stoner!choso, mentions of going broke, possible sexual content, canon/modern lore mixes, etc.

𑂻𑂴 a/n. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂃ㅤ i almost forgot about this story BUT IM HERE. reblog to support meeee and enjoy :D (lmk if you wanna be tagged in the next part)

𑂻𑂴 misc. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂃ㅤ masterlist ,, AO3 — dark mode recommended. WC — 2.35K — part four

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“you wanna…hang out? like, right now?” you heard choso say hesitantly over the phone. it was around ten at night and you weren’t busy. you didn’t have anything better to do. plus, you wanted to go out a bit more since you were a bit of a homebody.

“yeah, why not?” you beamed over the phone. “it’ll be fun and i don’t have nothing else to do. plus, we need to hang out more before it gets too cold…winter is around the corner.”

“oh..um, yeah sure. you’re right.” choso answered. though, he was in the clear for the evening since yuji would be spending the night with his friends for a sleepover, the male was still skeptical about somethings.

what if there’s an emergency? what if something happened to his little brother? anything could’ve happened while he was away, not supervising.

you grin excitedly, starting to list multiple places you could go. it took some quick process of elimination just to choose the park. it was simple and it seemed like choso really wanted to go for some reason, so you agreed.

once you got off the phone, you navigate to your messages app and send him a text, ‘oh i forgot to say that if you wanna bring food or something you can.’

now you had to play the waiting game. it was always you waiting longer than five minutes or less than a minute for choso to text back.

well this time you didn’t have to wait. your phone makes a sound shortly after you sent that message. you take a glance down to see that choso loved your message.

‘helping my brother pack. i might be a little late.’

you smiled at the text and urged him to take his time. you thought it was sweet how heavily choso cared for yuji. nothing never went unnoticed around him. he was like a big brother and a mother in one.

you began to put on your clothes and grab whatever you needed before you would finally leave out of the house and make your way towards the park.

the night sky was so clear and perfect. you could see all the stars just from where you were standing. that’s when you started to wonder if choso liked stargazing. how would he feel about that?

you were quickly reminded that choso may not have time for stuff like that since he seemed like a busy man. you could also tell he was the type that wasn’t very exposed to current day activities trending amongst other people.

it’s like he’s trapped in his own bubble.

“hold your hand out,” choso said before lifting yuji’s hand to clip his nails. “now, i’ll be going out somewhere tonight, so i won’t be at home while you’re with your friends…but if you need me, please call me, okay?”

“i know, big brother,” yuji smiled up at his elder brother. choso’s cheeks turned a rosy color before smiling back. “but where are you going? you never leave the house this late unless you picked up work.”

“you’re right but tonight is different…i’m gonna meet our brothers, spend some time outside the house…i shouldn’t be rotting in here all the time anyway.”

choso put the boy down once he finished clipping yuji’s nails and ruffled his hair. he would fold some clothes and place them down into the bag neatly.

“don’t let anybody touch your stuff and break it, okay? you’re allowed to share but make sure they’re being careful. you know money is hard around here and i can barely afford some of this stuff for you.” choso mumbled. his soft expression seemed to turn into a slight frown.

yuji nodded but he couldn’t help but notice his brother’s expression. “are you mad, big brother?”

the dark haired male blinked quickly and shook his head. “no, no. i’m not mad…life is just really hard and i need to probably find a second job.”

working as a bartender is okay for him, he didn’t mind it. but when it came to needing more money to upkeep the house and to satisfy both their wants and needs, he would need a second job.

“then we won’t be able to hang out together,” yuji frowned. it was already hard for choso to make time for his little brother but now it would be even harder.

“i know, itadori…i know. but i’ll make it up to you as best as i can. i promise i’ll never forget about it, okay?” choso held his pinky finger out to yuji. “you trust me?”

“i trust you,” yuji grinned.

“good.” choso smiled as he retracted his hand away from the boy. “now hurry and go grab your coat and your shoes. let’s go, we don’t wanna be late.”

yuji nodded and grabbed his coat from the closet by the front door and put on his favorite red boots before hurrying out of the door, waiting for choso to follow behind him.

after choso drove yuji to the other side of town, choso would make a stop at the corner store and bought another pack of cigarettes and some snacks that you both would like.

it took a little bit of time to make up his mind because he was a bit picky about what he ate but he’d eventually figure it out before heading to the park, finally meeting up with you.

“hey,” choso called her name breathlessly as he jogged over to the spot where you were sitting at. the park was empty, perfect for just the two of you to relax and talk and do whatever came to mind. “i’m so sorry i took so long. i drove thirty minutes from my place, to the other side of town for yuji then back, i’m sorry.”

you noticed his apologetic tone and you nod your head no, smiling at him. “don’t worry about it. like i told you, you didn’t have to rush to get here. i wasn’t going anywhere.”

the two of you finally get comfortable on the grass, eating the snacks you both brought and the drinks. choso noticed you opening a can of beer from the six pack brought with you. the male lifted an eyebrow.

“i thought you didn’t drink..” he said softly. you nod, taking a sip of your beer before sucking your teeth.

“i don’t but it’s nice for the occasion, you know?” you reach down and hand one to choso, offering it to him. the male was about to say no but he considered your next words.

“come on, just one can won’t hurt you. you gotta loosen up a little bit. you’re a busy guy that barely gives himself a break. tonight’s your night, cho.”

the male would light a cigarette and put it between his lips before humming. you were definitely right. choso never gave himself a break. he was always moving. hesitantly, he’d take the can from you and open it, listening to the sound as it hissed open.

you giggled when you saw choso’s face contort to an expression of disgust the second he took a sip of the beer.

“you like this?” he asked.

“i don’t like it either but after a while it’ll taste better.” you reassured. there’s a silence between the two of you as you both sat there, taking in your environment.

trees blowing gently in the quiet wind of the night. lampposts casting dim lights and weak shadows, and the occasional chirping of crickets hiding in the soil somewhere.

choso wasn’t a man of many words so the silence was tolerable but then a thought came to your head. while choso smoked his cigarette and you ate your snacks, you turned to him.

“why’d you wanna come to the park so bad?” you asked.

“it’s from a recurring dream i have. every time i have that dream, i see my brothers here. i just wanted to….i don’t even know. i just wanted to know that this place wasn’t just a figment of my imagination, i guess.”

“do you know what happens in the dream?”

“it all goes by so fast…it’s not that i don’t remember what happens, i just hate talking about it sometimes. i’m sorry.”

“it’s fine, you don’t have to apologize,” you scooted a bit closer to him. “hey, let’s talk about something else. to lighten the mood, y’know?”

“oh..yeah, good idea.” choso nodded slowly, taking a drag from his cigarette. you had an idea already on what to talk about and you were obviously eager. anyone could just tell by the look on your face.

“have you ever stargazed before?” you began.

“uh…no. i mean- i look at stars but…i don’t do it like that. it’s- i don’t know.” he trails off, looking embarrassed and shy when he realized that he’s stumbled over his words a bunch.

“here, lay down.” you would lie down and choso just looked at you as if what you were doing was the oddest thing on earth. you waved your hand, gesturing him to do the same.

finally, choso would lay down, his eyes lighting up at the blanket of stars covering the sky. the stars were beautiful and bright that night. he could see some of them lining up, creating shapes—constellations.

“i love stars. they’re just so pretty.” you comment, “they look so close but they’re just so far…too bad some of them are dead.”

“these stars have been dead for a long time, they’re just now reflecting back to us.” choso chimed in lowly. you sighed.

“don’t you wish you could just be a star in the sky? not having to worry about anything or anyone in the universe, just yourself?”

“i’m not sure if i wanna turn into a star just yet,” choso said. “it sounds like death to me…but if i could run away and live somewhere secluded from society, i’d do it. me and yuji.”

“do you think anybody would miss you?” you frown a little, your expression a bit serious. choso shrugged.

“i have no friends...and if i did, they all died or they’re just people i don’t speak to anymore. i’m that lonely.” he sighed. “i don’t need other people anyway. it doesn’t bother me.”

choso looked at you and automatically felt embarrassed again. he ran his fingers through his medium length hair and shook his head.

“sorry. i overshare a lot.”

“you apologize a lot…it’s not really anything wrong with it, i just noticed that.” you say. “is that just…how you are? if you don’t mind me asking..”

“it’s just how i am, so—never mind. my dad was just so hard on me, i was always apologizing for something and he just kinda turned me into a sorry mess.”

the sudden mention of his father made him frown and he sighed. “i’m glad i don’t live with him…but i would probably stay there just for some money. he’s the typical salaryman with a son that’s broke…or at least, almost broke.”

“does the job you work at not pay enough?” you shifted your body so you were facing choso instead of the sky.

“it helps me get me and my brother some food that would last us a while and probably a shirt. not any of that luxury stuff. the only time i get that kind of stuff is when it’s given to me.”

“okay, that, i think is an exaggeration…every time i see you two, you’re dressed nicely and when we facetime, your house looks nice and clean,” you say. your hand slowly moved towards his but you hesitate to keep going.

“yeah, i guess it is. my job pays pretty well…i guess i’m just paranoid about it not being enough.” choso took a drag of his cigarette. when he felt your hand on his, he’d look down at it then back at you. instead of leaving your hand where it was, he’d take your hand into his.

the two of you were feeling a buzz from the beers you were drinking and the world seemed to be moving in slow motion. choso saw the soft smile on your face as you looked into his soft, tired eyes. you saw how his dark hair covered a lot of his face as he laid on the ground beside you.

“you know, i think you’re a really nice guy,” you blurt out. you weren’t even aware of what you were saying yourself. “i really like you.”

“i….” choso’s breath hitched, “uh…i like you too. i’ve liked you for a long time—since we met.” the male could feel his ears getting hot and the tip of his nose was a pinkish color from the cold, mixed with his blushing.

there was a tingly feeling on his face as his cheeks began to warm with excitement and embarrassment. the cut underneath his bandage was starting to bleed again.

“take this off,” you whispered, slowly removing the bloody bandage, revealing the red cut across his nose that’s usually black. you would take a napkin from your bag and once again, clean the blood from his face.

choso was obviously embarrassed. this was the second time you saw his cut but he didn’t really like others seeing it. the male used his hoodie to cover his nose.

“uh…thank you..for uh—for cleaning it.” he mumbled. you smiled at him and pulled the collar of his hoodie down from over his face before kissing him. your lips locked with each others and you both seemed to be in a deep state of excitement and euphoria.

choso never kissed a girl before. he wasn’t sure what was happening or what he was supposed to do but he tried his best to follow your lead anyway.

when you pulled away, you could see the surprise on choso’s face. his face was flushed from being so inebriated just as you were.

you both fell silent. the only noise that existed was your own breathing and the nature around you. choso was sure he wouldn’t remember much of this tomorrow and neither would you…but deep down, he found it hard to believe.

lowkey this took so long to write,, i’m tired 😭 i’m glad you guys like this. i made something happen so…now its time to get ready to wrap it up. also sorry if there’s any mistakes lol

#𝐄𝐗𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐈𝐀𝐍’𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𖦹゛#jujutsu kaisen #anime #jjk #choso kamo #jujutsu kaisen choso #jjk x reader #jjk choso #choso x black!reader #choso x reader

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pervy best friend itto mngnnfnrnrnedhsh (i’m insane) (slightly yandere ???)

itto x afab! reader

desc: modern au, VERY NSFW!!! kinda dubcon? itto being veryveryvery pervy n dirty n stupid, he’s just a big dummy who needs smth to fuck!!! not proof read i’m lazy oops

kinks included: blood, biting, bruising, choking, breeding, pet names, thigh riding, pain, scratching, hair pulling

itto can’t help it when you wear short bottoms, his gaze always trails to your perfect thighs. when you bend over he can’t help the boner he gets seeing your ass, especially when you’re wearing tight bottoms and he can see the outline of your pussy. he’s just so enamored and infatuated.

today you and itto were going out shopping. it was more or less you try a million things on and he drools over you for a few hours. at one of the stores you found an adorable mini pleated skirt that went perfectly with the top you were wearing. “itto, doesn’t this look perfect? it’s so cute with this outfit…” you took a peak at the price tag and gasped, “oh nooo! i’m not gonna be able to get it, this is way too expensive!”

itto immediately perked up at thought of treating you to something so cute. surely he’d get you to pay him back in… other ways. there was a sound of something dropping on the floor, your hair clip, oh no! itto watched as you bent down to grab it and went red when he saw your panties that didn’t fully cover your pussy. yeah, he needed you to get this skirt. “don’t sweat it, itto’s got’cha!”

“are you sure? this is 5,000 mora… that’s really expensive for just a skirt…” you asked him hesitantly.

“yeah, yeah, it’s no problem. you can always pay me back later, it looks great on you anyway!” he said with a little too much excitement. next thing you know he’s buying it for you and you’re walking out with a brand new skirt that’s gonna get you into trouble later.

on the drive back to itto’s he felt himself struggling. his jeans felt painful and he had a vice like grip on the steering wheel. it was hard for him to pay attention to the road when your thighs looked so tempting, he wanted to die between them. his hand was softly placed on your thigh and without a warning he squeezed tight. you didn’t know what to do, all you did was look at him with big eyes in confusion.

“uhm… itto? everything okay?” you asked, worry lacing your words.

“mhm, mhm, all good. don’t worry your pretty little head” he was fighting the urge to pull over and just fuck you then and there. he looked to your chest and gripped tighter, good god your boobs were perfect.

your breath hitched, he was being weird again! dammit itto! you couldn’t lie, it kinda turned you on, feeling like a lamb next to a wolf. you squished your thighs together, feeling some sort of heat grow between your legs.

itto could smell that he was turning you on, being an oni had its perks. his hand trailed further up your thigh until it was a mere inch away from your pussy. the heat coming from between your thighs was making his brain go numb. he pulled into the parking lot of his apartment and you both took an awkward ride up the elevator. you felt oh so small, and he felt hungry.

once into his apartment, he just stood and stared at you for a moment. you were used to it, sometimes you did things to turn him on on purpose because it felt nice to have someone look your way. but right now it felt different. you were helpless and at his disposal, alone in his apartment.

suddenly, he marched up to you and grabbed your hand. you let out a squeak of surprise and stumbled behind him. once in his room, he slammed the door shut and shoved your body onto his bed. you were a bit scared now, you didn’t know what was to happen. he took a step toward you and lifted your chin, making you look into his eyes, “i can’t hold back anymore, ‘m sorry angel face.”

your heartbeat increased and within seconds his bottoms were down below his hips and you were pinned. you felt something hard and hot against your thigh. when you felt the wet tip you knew it had to be his cock rubbing against you. he let out needy moans and whines, just begging to be inside of you.

“let me fuck you, pretty please? you’ve been tempting me for so, so long. i bought you that skirt, you owe me” he said with a husky voice.

you looked up at him, eyes a bit teary. “i- uhm…” you stuttered out. you didn’t know what to do. you were confused and kinda scared and really horny now. “…yes” you gave him the go ahead and he was so so happy.

he kissed you hard, fangs catching on your lips. it was sloppy and wet in the hottest way. his fingers trailed to your pussy and slipped right in. it hurt because of his nails, but he needed to prep you a little bit first. he kept rutting against your thigh as he fingered you, moaning into your mouth. he pulled away from the kiss, drool and blood lacing his lips. you licked your own, they hurt and you could feel spots where he tore skin. seeing your bloody and bruised lips only turned him on more.

he took his fingers out of you, there was a bit of blood due to his finger scratching your insides, but he didn’t really care anymore. it was more of a turn on anyway. “lemme cum inside of you, wanna fill you up ‘n breed you, doll” he whispered into your ear. you did nothing but nod in agreement.

he tried to enter you slowly, but god you were so tight. he slammed in, his dick stretching out your poor pussy. you let out a cry as he did, “itto! slow down, hurts!”

he breathed heavily, something primal was taking over. as much as he didn’t wanna hurt you, he needed to cum inside you. your cries of pleasure and pain only edged him on, he needed this. “i’m sorry, can’t stop.”

he pulled out, hooking your legs over his shoulders and slamming back in. he went hard and fast as he watched your tits bounce with every thrust. your eyes rolled back, you were getting so so close to cumming.

“itto! fuck! more more please more ‘m gonna-“ you were cut off by your own scream as you came all over him. itto let out a gutteral moan watching your face contort in pure bliss.

all that came out of him was animalistic grunts and groans until he finally came inside of you. he wasn’t done with you yet though. he flipped you over, ass in the air and face in a pillow. he mounted you, fucking you even harder and digging his nails into the fat of your ass and thighs. you felt blood trailing down, but you didn’t even care anymore. all you could focus on was how good you felt.

he grabbed you by the throat, pulling you up against his body as he fucked you. “‘m gonna claim you baby, you’re mine. mine as long as you live. i’m gonna make you mine forever” he said, biting down hard in the area between your neck and shoulder. you screamed in pain, cumming as he bit down. your hands went behind itto’s head and you pulled at his hair. he kept his fangs locked in place. one hand stayed on your throat and the other trailed down to your lower abdomen. he pressed hard, feeling his cock bulge from your tummy. he came inside you again.

you both stayed in the same position, his fangs unlatching. “mine mine mine, mine forever, got it? ahh, fuck! fuck, ‘m gonna breed you full. want you dripping with my cum, got it?” he asked you.

you nodded your pretty little head. that’s all you could do. you were so brain dead by now. his hand travelled lower, going from your stomach to your clit. he rubbed it in circles, only increasing your pleasure. he bit all over your neck, leaving little marks to let people know who you belonged to. “ah, itto! ‘m gonna cum again! lemme, please please please!” you begged him.

“go ahead baby, do it for me” he said before biting down again. you came together, finally satisfying itto. he held you up for a moment, then you both fell down onto the bed. itto took your sweaty clothes off of you before removing his own.

you felt hot and sticky and in pain. you just laid there, questioning what the fuck just happened. it didn’t feel real, but the bruises and blood were proof enough, let alone the cum dripping from you. itto laid down next to you, rubbing circles on your tummy. he pulled you close and buried his face into the crook of your neck where he claimed you as his. “‘m gonna love you forever, doll. you’re stuck with me now. if i didn’t give ‘ya any babies this time we’ll keep tryin’, okay?” he said sweetly.

what the fuck did you get yourself into?

#itto x reader #arataki itto x reader #itto smut #arataki itto smut #genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut

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healmydesires · 1 year

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enchanted (s.h) - teaser

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: prince!steve harrington x fem!servant reader

❥ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: “You’ve been in love with the prince for god knows how long. For the longest time you were content with admiring him from afar, knowing your adoration for your favourite prince could never be revealed. Until one day, everything changed.” royal!au. childhood best friends to lovers. fools/idiots to lovers. forbidden romance.

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff + angst + smut (18+ mdni)

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 3,5k so far (it’s gonna be a big BOI)

⟶ A/N: I know for a fact that this will be a big fic. I have so many ideas that it’s driving me insane and I have to have this finished!!! NOW!!! anyways pls anticipate this fic with me 🫶

let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list or if you wanna ramble in my inbox about this with me! <3

You had worked at the palace of the kingdom Pagrarus for as long as you could remember. You knew every nook and cranny—every secret passage and hidden room in that palace. It was practically your home. You took care of it, making sure that it was clean and pretty every day. Your childhood wish was to work for the royal family, just like your parents did. Your family had served the royal family as maids and whatnot for generations, so it only made sense that you grew up around them, and subsequently, their child.

Steve Harrington.

You don’t regret it. Working for royalty.

In fact, if anything, you’re grateful. Because if not for your position now, how could have you crossed paths with a soul like him?

You still remember the day you met him. Clear as day.

Such a sweet sweet day it was. The memory is still fresh in your mind, like the scent of your childhood room. A scent you never quite forgot. It faded over time, sure. But if you strained your memory even now, you can still smell it. The scent of comfort.

—

Decidedly, there have been many days in your life. Some happy, some sad. Some you remember better than others while others fade away into the back of your mind. Some are ingrained so deep in your mind that when you close your eyes, you can see every detail as if it’s currently happening. None, however, do you remember more clearly than the day you met Steve. It had been almost two decades ago; when you were five, and he was six.

You remember being nervous - your parents had brought you along to the castle, to introduce you to the royal family - you used to be a very lonely child, not being able to make friends easily. You were in awe as you walked through the luxurious castle with wide eyes, seeing it for the first time, it was truly a beautiful place.

As a reward for your family’s many generations of loyalty, they got the honour of working directly for the royal family. Your parents were close to the royal family despite that they were working for them. When you were very young, your mother was a personal attendant to the young prince.

It had all been incredibly overwhelming back then, and you’d only hidden further behind your mother’s legs. Until - you’d spotted a boy, looking just as lonely and nervous as you, also behind his mothers legs. The prince.

A fond smile curls on your face as you remember Steve’s little frame. With cute round cheeks, curious brown eyes, long brown hair, dressed in fine fabrics that were only made for royal people. He had sparked your curiosity, his intriguing eyes looking at you as if he longed for your friendship already.

Your parents pushed you into his direction, you’d approached him hesitantly. Immediately, he’d give you the brightest smile once you were in front of him. And that one action - that one smile - had sealed it between the two of you. Ever since then, Steve has been your best friend. He’d stick out his hand for you to take and would tug you along with him down the hall, showing you around the palace as you both giggled.

Nostalgia cascades through you as you continue mulling over your relationship with prince Steve. You’ve lived twenty-five years, and throughout the vast majority of it - he has been your only constant.

And for as long as you could remember, you’ve had an intense and hopeless crush on the prince, Steve Harrington.

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kyleoreillylover · 5 months

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Chapter 5- Cracks

Series Summary/Masterlist

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

word count: 15,700

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

Chapter Summary: Jey finds out what Sami did… and things go about as well as you’d expect. Tensions are rising, arguments are spreading, and everyone can see that unity in is crumbling and the cracks are starting to show in the Bloodline. After a blow up- Roman puts the responsibility on your shoulders as his right-hand woman to take care of it by sending you, Jey and Sami to Monday Night Raw and gives you two tasks- make Jey and Sami become cordial with one another, and show everyone the Bloodline is not weak, or else he will punish you. But that’s easier said than done.

a/n: one of the hardest chapters I ever wrote, cause I love samijey and I hate making them argue. Hope ya’ll enjoy this!!

You woke up to loud knocking on your hotel room door. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, the events of the previous night rushing back to you. The knocking continued, more urgent this time.

"Y/N, open up!" Your brain slowly registered it as Jey’s voice. “Baby!”

You groaned, half-asleep, and stumbled towards the door. As you opened it, you saw a very concerned Jey, who was holding an assortment of breakfast foods. Your eyes softened at the sight, but he was gonna have to do more than bring breakfast to make you forgive him.

“Baby…” Jey drawled as he took in your appearance. Though tired, you still looked bea utiful to him. His gaze softened as he reached out to cup your cheek, but you moved back out of his reach. The unresolved tension from the previous night lingered between you two.

“Solo told you where my room was, I’m guessing.” You let Jey in the room, where he placed the tray on the table, watching as you went to the bathroom to freshen up. The silence in the room was palpable.

When you came back, your suitcases were neatly packed next to your bed, with Jey zipping them up. Your heart swelled at the gesture, and swelled again when he sat up and looked at you with sincerity.

"Y/N, I know I messed up. I shouldn't have left you without a room, and I definitely shouldn't have made you feel like you not part of the family” Jey hesitantly hovered his hands over your shoulders before gripping them gently, silently celebrating the fact you let him touch you.

"I'm sorry," Jey continued, sincerity in his eyes. "I should've handled things differently. I was just mad at Sami and… I let that cloud my judgment."

You sighed, torn between your frustration and the genuine remorse in Jey's eyes. The breakfast tray served as a peace offering, and you knew he was genuinely sorry. You softly grabbed his hands that were on your shoulders, a silent acknowledgment of his apology.

"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have agreed to stay in Sami's room, and I shouldn't have ran away from our conversation. I'm sorry for worrying you." You looked up into his eyes and saw a hint of anger at Sami's name, that washed away with mixture of relief and gratitude as he stared at you.

"So I guess we both made mistakes, huh?" Jey joked, a genuine warmth returning to his eyes.

You nodded, the tension slowly dissipating. "Yeah, we did. But we can learn from them and do better, right?"

Jey nodded back at you with a smile, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "How about next time we get an argument, we kiss until we forget what we were arguing about?" Jey suggested, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You chuckled, "Is that your solution to everything?"

"It might work," Jey replied with a playful smirk.

"How about we try it right now?" You asked with a grin, and Jey smiled back, closing the distance between you two.

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room as Jey's lips met yours in a soft, lingering kiss. The unspoken tension that lingered from the events of the previous night began to fade, replaced by a renewed connection.

After the kiss, Jey held you close, his arms wrapped around you in a comforting embrace. "I love you, Y/N. I don't want anything to come between us."

"I love you too, Jey. Let's just focus on us and move forward," you replied, feeling a sense of relief that the air had cleared between you two.

You were debating on telling him about what happened last night, but he looked so happy, and you didn't want to ruin the moment, didn't want to argue in the morning when you just woke up, and didn't want the hotel calling the cops if Jey barged into Sami's room and beat the living daylights out of him. You decided to wait for the right moment, choosing to enjoy the peace between you and Jey for now.

"You okay, baby?" Jey noticed you looking thoughtful, concern evident in his eyes.

You smiled, running your fingers through his hair. "Yeah, I'm okay. Let's just enjoy this breakfast you brought and the morning together."

Jey grinned, his playful spirit returning. "That's the plan, baby."

Yeah, you could tell him later, you thought to yourself. For now, you decided to savor the moment of reconciliation. What could go wrong?

You walked around the Monday Night Raw arena with an annoyed look on your face, Jey's leather jacket slung over your shoulder. His cologne was the only thing that was calming you down at the moment.

You tried to tell Jey what had happened between you and Sami multiple times today, but it was like every time you tried, something or someone interrupted the conversation. It seemed like the universe was conspiring to keep this secret locked away.

First, it was Jimmy that interrupted your coversation, needing Jey's help with something backstage. Then, you were approached by a WWE staff member with some last-minute changes to Jey's match. And now, as you finally found a quiet moment backstage, someone else appeared.

"Y/N!" Kayla Braxton's voice cut through the backstage chatter, causing you to turn towards her. The annoyance on your face was evident, but Kayla seemed oblivious to it.

"Hey, quick interview before Jey's match?" Kayla held a microphone, a cheerful smile on her face.

You sighed, glancing at the jacket in your hands. "Fine. Make it quick."

Kayla smiled and nodded, moving closer to start the interview. "As the ref for this match, do you think whoever wins will blame you for the outcome-"

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N." Slow claps echoed through the hallway, and you turned to see Charlotte Flair approaching, a smug smirk on her face. You gritted your teeth, not in the mood for her antics.

"Kayla, sweetie, I know you're doing your job, but we have more important matters to attend to." She gave you a condescending glance. "Like, don't you have to go fetch Jey's water or something?"

Your patience wore thin, but you maintained a composed exterior. "Oh I'm sorry, says the person that wasn't even booked for tonight." You shot back, the tension escalating. "The real queen is talking, so how about you go back to catering where you belong."

Charlotte chuckled at your response, seemingly amused by the exchange. "Cute. You have fun with getting in your boys business instead of being a fighting champion. Let me know how that works out for you."

You scoffed at Charlotte's remark. "Excuse me?"

Charlotte smirked at your annoyance. "You heard me. You've been so busy with the Bloodline that you forgot about being a champion. But don't worry, I'll swoop in while you're distracted and take all that extra weight off of you at Survivor Series."

You licked your lips in contemplation, suppressing the urge to escalate the confrontation. "Well, Charlotte, I don't need any advice from someone who constantly jumps from brand to brand. Maybe focus on building a legacy without your daddy instead of looking for shortcuts."

Charlotte narrowed her eyes, clearly not expecting such a response, but before she could swing back, Sami pushed his way into the conversation out of nowhere, interrupting the escalating tension between you and Charlotte.

"Excuse me Charlotte, but as the Honorary Uce, gotta say, I don't appreciate you interrupting the right hand women's interview. Unless you want not just the wrath of her but of the entire Bloodline, I suggest you find another time to talk trash." Sami's tone was filled with a hint of warning, and he stood in front of you to block your view of Charlotte so you didn't beat her nto next week.

Charlotte rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. "Honorary Uce? What's that even mean? You know, associating yourself with the Bloodline and the errand girl of the Bloodline won't make you a champion, Sami."

Sami chuckled, his confidence unwavering. "Charlotte, let me break it down for you. Being a part of the Bloodline means family, loyalty, and respect. Something you clearly lack. And as for Y/N being the 'errand girl,' she's a champion who knows how to handle her business, unlike some people who just coast on their family name."

You couldn't help but smirk at Sami's retort, appreciating his support. Charlotte, however, looked livid. She moved closer to you, trying to assert dominance.

"Have fun being busy with your boys, and I'll have fun taking that title from you at Survivor Series," Charlotte snarled before storming away, clearly not in the mood for waisting her time with the likes of you and Sami. As she walked away, you couldn't help but roll your eyes, unimpressed by her attempt to rile you up.

Kayla cleared her throat to get your attention, and tried to continue the interview, but you held up a hand to stop her. Your focus shifted to Sami, who had a smirk on his face that dropped when you glared at him.

"If you are trying to get brownie points before your match, then you're doing a terrible job of it." You shot Sami a stern look, annoyed at the way he had barged into your confrontation with Charlotte, and just annoyed at him in general.

Sami's face dropped and he held up his hands defensively. "I wasn't trying to interrupt anything, I was just standing up for you. You're the one who's always talking about handling business, and Charlotte needed a reality check."

You huffed, glancing back at the leather jacket still draped over your shoulder. "Well, next time, don't. I can handle my own business, Sami. Go get ready for your match." With that, you turned away from Sami, Kayla, and the whole situation. You marched down the hallway, frustration bubbling within you. The interference during your attempts to talk to Jey, the unexpected encounter with Charlotte, and now Sami butting in – it was all too much, and you took your anger out on Sami.

As you walked away, you heard Sami call after you, "Y/N, wait!" but you didn't stop. You walked to the Bloodline's locker room to change into your ref outfit. You smiled at Solo, who was the only one in the room, but he could see right through your frustration. Solo raised an eyebrow, curious about what had happened, gesturing for you to sit next to him.

You sighed and dropped Jey's leather jacket onto a nearby chair. Solo looked at you with a searing gaze, silently urging you to share what was bothering you.

You looked around to make sure that no one else was in earshot before finally opening up to Solo. "Sami kissed me."

Solo's eyes widened in surprise, and he sat up straight, fully engaged in the conversation. "When?" A man of few words, he raised an eyebrow, prompting you to continue.

"Last night." You replied, frustration evident in your voice. "In his room. We were talking about the past, and he kissed me! I told him I just wanna stay friends, and I don't want things to get complicated. But today, he acted like nothing happened, and every time I tried to talk to Jey about it, something or someone interrupted us. It's like the universe doesn't want this secret to come out."

Solo sighed, shaking his head. "Tell Jey." He said simply.

You sighed, appreciating Solo's straightforward advice. "But I don't want to cost him the match. You know how he get's when he is mad. Then this entire thing won't end. I just want him and Sami to get along." You groaned and put your head into your hands.

Unbeknownst to the 2 of you, Jey was standing in front of the locker room, the door slightly creaked open allowing him to hear your conversation. He didn't plan on eavesdropping, he went to find you, but then he heard you speak Sami's name and he couldn't help himself.

He gritted his teeth as he listened to the revelation about Sami kissing you and your frustration with the situation. He fucking knew it! Knew Sami was tryna make a move on you.

The anger boiled within him, not just at Sami but also at the situation. He considered barging in, confronting both of you, but something held him back – a desire to hear the whole story, to understand your perspective before letting his emotions take over. He needed to hear one last thing before he made his decision.

"Did you kiss him back?" He heard Solo ask.

Jey held his breath as he waited for you to respond. "No, Solo! I pushed him away!"

Jey made his decision. He walked away from the door and made his way to the ramp, where he convicnelty ran into Sami.

"Sami!!" Sami popped his head out at his name being called, looking a bit surprised to see Jey.

His face dropped at the look on Jey's, but he had no time to defend himself before Jey's fist was flying towards him. Sami sprawled to the ground, and fists were flying as the two men engaged in a heated brawl.

The backstage area erupted into chaos as personnel rushed to separate the two superstars. Jey's eyes were ablaze with anger, fueled by a mix of betrayal and frustration.

"I told you not to push up on my girl!" Jey shouted as he threw another punch at Sami, his emotions getting the better of him.

Sami, on the defensive, tried to reason with Jey amid the chaos. "Jey, listen! It's not what you think! I'm sorry! It was a mistake" Sami pleaded, attempting to deflect some of the punches.

"A mistake that you'll pay for!" Jey roared, his anger unabated. The chaotic brawl continued, with both men exchanging blows, oblivious to the attempts of the personnel trying to break up the fight that went all the way from the ramp to the ring, both of them rolling into the ring, still locked in a fierce struggle. The audience, initially bewildered, erupted into a mix of shock and excitement as they witnessed the unexpected brawl.

You overheard the commotion and rushed to the scene. As you reached the ring, you saw Jey and Sami still entangled in their brawl. Solo followed closely behind you, concern etched on his face.

"Ring the fucking bell!" You shouted to the crew member that was standing near the ring. The bell rang, and you moved inside the ring, and as ref tried to separate the men that were brawling in the corner, but it was like trying to part two wild animals in the midst of a territorial dispute.

"Get out of the fucking corner!" You tried to pull Sami off of Jey, and finally managed to push him off. Jey was heaving with anger, and when his eyes locked on yours, he was a storm of conflicting emotions. You could see hurt, betrayal, and a simmering anger, and knew he knew that Sami kissed you.

"I told you that fucking fool would try something!" Jey seethed, pushing you aside as he charged back at Sami. The chaos ensued, with both men trying to beat the hell out of each other.

You let it play out unless they went to the corner or out of the ring. They needed to let out their pent up anger, but you were also worried about Roman. He said they need to solve their differences after this match, but anyone with half a brain can tell that wouldn't happen.

Punches were thrown. Bodies were slammed into the mat. Kicks were delivered with intensity. They avoided hitting you, whenever they went close to you they both stopped to avoid hurting you, then the other person would take advantage of the momentary stoppage, then the cycle would repeat again, and the other person would take advantage this time.

Solo stood at ringside, watching the brawl with a stern expression. He knew the depth of the situation, and it pained him to see the chaos that had erupted. The Bloodline was not supposed to turn on each other like this.

Things really picked up when Sami tossed Jey out of the ring and went for a suicide dive. Jey, however, managed to counter, catching Sami in mid-air and slamming him onto the ringside floor. The impact resonated through the arena, and the audience was in a frenzy.

You, still in your referee role, desperately tried to regain control of the situation.

"Get back in the ring, both of you!" you yelled, but neither Jey nor Sami paid any attention. Fed up, you slipped out of the ring and approached them, and Jey was slamming the steel steps onto Sami. You stepped in front of the chaos, getting between Jey and Sami.

"Enough, or I will disqualify both of you!" You shouted, trying to appeal to their sense of reason. Jey, breathing heavily, turned to you and eyed you with a mix of anger and frustration.

"Move, Y/N," he growled, not wanting you to get hurt, and you slightly stumbled back at his tone, giving him enough room to continue his assault. The chaos continued, and you could feel the tension escalating with each passing moment.

Sami tried to get inside the ring to escape Jey's assault, and Jey followed him, but he ended up pushing you onto the floor in the process because of how fast they were both moving. You groaned as you hit the floor, momentarily stunned by the impact. Both men froze for a moment before Sami tried to check on you. "Y/N, I'm sorry, let me help y-"

A slam rang through the arena as Jey, with a burst of rage, grabbed Sami by the hair and tossed him into the ring. The anger was bursting even more now at the sight of you on the floor. Jey didn't care about the match, the consequences, or anything else in that moment. He was fueled by a combination of betrayal and a burning desire to protect you.

"See what you fucking did?" Jey roared, looking at Sami with a fire in his eyes.

"You're the one who pushed Y/N," Sami retorted, staggering to his feet and dodging a punch from Jey. The match had turned into an all-out brawl, and any semblance of a structured contest was lost in the chaos.

Solo helped you up, and you slipped back into the ring, trying to assert some control over the situation. The Bloodline was falling apart right before everyone's eyes, and you were at the center of it.

You could barely watch as they put each other in submission holds and made the other yell in pain. Sami had Jey in a crossface, and the tension in the arena was palpable. Solo stood at ringside, watching the chaos unfold with a grim expression. The once-unified Bloodline was tearing itself apart.

"I'm sorry, Jey!" Sami gasped out, his voice strained. "I'm fucking sorry, okay? I didn't mean to do this, any of this!"

Jey, caught in the hold, grimaced in pain, but his expression softened just a fraction at Sami's apology. But that expression hardened again when he glanced at you, who could barely stand to see the turmoil in front of you.

Before Jey could do anything, you grabbed Sami's leg and forcefully pulled him off of Jey, breaking the submission hold. The chaos continued, and both men were now visibly exhausted, their bodies battered and bruised from the intense brawl.

Sami slowly stood up and looked at you in disbelief as you pulled him off, giving him an angry look. This entire night was getting on your fucking nerves.

"I was about to end this entire thing, Y/N! For Roman!" Sami softly pleaded, still trying to make sense of the chaos. You shot him a glare that could cut through steel, not interested in his justifications at the moment.

"I am so fucking sick of this drama, Sami," you snapped, the frustration evident in your voice. "Both of you need to get your act together, or Roman's going to tear us all apart. We had one job – to prove that the Bloodline could stick together. Look at what's happening!"

Sami tried to reach out to you, his eyes pleading for understanding, but you pushed him away. He pleaded his case to you. "Y/N, please. I need to finish this for Roman. Don't get involved. I don’t want you getting hurt."

The two of you continued arguing, not noticing Jey standing up and making his way towards the both of you until his foot was readying for a super kick to Sami.

In a split second, you knew that if Jey hit Sami with it and got the pin on him, it would lead to nothing. A winner would lead to nothing, it would only escalate the chaos and deepen the divide within the Bloodline.

So with a surge of adrenaline, you quickly pushed Sami out of the way, taking the full impact of Jey's super kick yourself. The crowd gasped as you crumpled to the mat, the pain radiating through your body.

Jey's eyes widened in shock and horror as he realized what he had just done. He dropped to his knees beside you, panic etched across his face.

"Y/N, I… I didn't mean to…" He turned to Sami, who was making his way to you, the same concern on his face, and that anger came back full force. "This is your fault," Jey growled at Sami, the tension between them reaching a boiling point.

All you could hear were muffled sounds, the bell ringing, and the chaos around you. Pain throbbed in your head, and you didn't know how long you were down.

It felt like you were flying, and you slowly opened your eyes and realized Solo was carrying you on your shoulders. You gently squeezed his shoulders, which made him speak up.

"Relax, Y/N." He calmly told you. You tried to listen to him but you looked up and saw Jey and Sami still fighting, Jimmy trying to break up the chaos. Roman, who had just arrived, was visibly furious.

The Bloodline was falling apart, and everyone knew it, and would try to take advantage of their weaknesses. Solo carried you backstage, trying to get you away from the escalating situation.

Things were defiently not going to end well.

"I give you all one job." You held the ice to your head and breathed out nervously as Roman circled the locker room, his eyes focused on each member of the Bloodline.

The atmosphere was thick with tension, and the aftermath of the chaotic match still lingered.

You gently caressed Jey's back, and internally sighed when he let out a sigh and leaned into your touch. Solo stood nearby, his gaze fixed on the floor.

"One job, I gave you all. To prove to everyone that the Bloodline could stick together, that we were a united front," Roman continued, his voice low and seething with frustration. "But what do I get instead? Chaos, brawls, and a complete breakdown in the ring. Is this how we represent the Bloodline?"

No one dared to speak. The tension in the room was palpable, and all eyes were on Roman. You could feel Jey's muscles tensing beneath your touch, and Solo's stoic expression didn't waver.

Roman's gaze finally landed on you, and you felt a chill run down your spine. "I told you to handle this, Y/N. I told you to make sure they stay in line. Instead, I get a fucking circus in the ring. And you…" he pointed at Jey, "you Superkicked your own ref? What the hell were you thinking?"

Jey opened his mouth to speak, but Roman cut him off with a stern look. "I don't want to hear it right now."

Roman then turned to Sami, who nervously darted his eyes back and forth between Roman and Jey. "I told you to end his stupid rivalry with Jey. Did you think this was the solution? I told you guys to have a match, not to turn my ring into a battleground."

Sami stammered, trying to find the right words, but Roman wasn't in the mood for excuses. "You both failed me tonight," Roman continued, his disappointment evident in his voice. "Didn't they, Paul?"

Paul, who had been standing in the corner, stepped forward, his expression a mix of concern, pity, and calculation. "Indeed, Roman. Tonight's events were… unforeseen, to say the least. But I believe we can address the issues at hand and ensure this doesn't happen again."

Roman nodded, his gaze returning to the three of you. "You're damn right we will. I told you there would be consequences if you couldn't handle this. I'm not gonna let my empire crumble because you all can't get your shit together."

Roman started laughing , but it was a humorless, cold laugh that sent shivers down your spine. The intensity in the room seemed to grow, and even Jey, who usually stood his ground, looked uneasy.

Roman's laughter subsided, and he fixed his gaze on each of you in turn. "Here's what's going to happen. We settle this within the family."

He turned to you, a stern expression on his face. "You will be going to Monday Night Raw to sort out this Charlotte, and I want these two,"

He turned to Jey and Sami, who were nervously shifting their weight, "To accompany you. The three of you will head to Raw and represent the Bloodline as a unified force, and you will get along. Y/N, as my right hand women, I expect you to ensure that they fall in line. I won't tolerate any more disruptions or embarrassments. This is your chance to prove that the Bloodline is a force to be reckoned with, not a group that crumbles under pressure. This is your responsibility."

Roman stared at Jey and Sami with a piercing gaze, making it clear that there was no room for failure. "Since ya'll wanna fight over her, if you guys can't handle a simple task together, then you'll have something to fight about for real. Cause if you mess up, it's not on you two. It's on Y/N, and I know neither of you want that on your conscience."

Roman didn't want to use you as bait, but he needed to if Jey and Sami were to listen to him. The weight of responsibility settled on your shoulders as Roman's words echoed in the room. You felt the eyes of both Jey and Sami on you, burning through the thick air. You took a deep breath, meeting Roman's gaze with determination.

"I understand, Roman. I'll make sure things go smoothly on Monday Night Raw. We'll represent the Bloodline as a united front," you affirmed, your voice steady despite the unease in the room.

Roman nodded, seemingly satisfied with your response. "Good. You know what's at stake, Y/N. Don't let me down. Solo, Jimmy, let's go clean up their mess."

Jimmy shot you a sympathetic look, and Solo nodded in agreement, his eyes briefly meeting yours. As Roman led them out of the locker room, you turned to Jey and Sami, both still guiltily avoiding eye contact.

"Guys." Both men looked up at your voice, their eyes meeting yours with a mix of guilt, frustration, and uncertainty. "Let's go. Jey, we're gonna talk at the hotel. Grab your stuff, and meet me outside in ten minutes, I need to talk to someone. Sami, get ready too, I'll get the valet for you."

You didn't think it was smart to have both of them in the same car after everything that just happened. They gazed at each other, silently glaring at each other before turning back and nodding at you. "Don't kill each other while I'm gone." With that, you left the locker room, the weight of the task ahead settling heavily on your shoulders.

Jey and Sami watched as you disappeared from the locker room, leaving them alone with their thoughts. The silence between them was thick, filled with unspoken tension and the weight of Roman's expectations. Jey sighed, running a hand through his hair, while Sami shifted uncomfortably on his feet.

"So, we're supposed to go to Raw together and act like a happy family?" Jey muttered, breaking the silence. Sami shot him a sideways glance, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Look, I am sorry for kissing Y/N." Sami started, regret evident in his voice and expression on his face.

"Oh really?" Jey sarcastically raised an eyebrow, his tone dripping with skepticism. "You wasn't sorry when you was tryna lock lips with her."

"Yeah, I was! As soon as I realized what I did, I felt like crap. It wasn't intentional, Jey. You have to believe me-"

"I ain't believing shit! The only reason I ain't knock your teeth out right now is cause Roman told us not to mess this up any further. But make no mistake, Sami, I don't trust you an inch."

Sami sighed, realizing the gravity of the situation and knew he had to make it right. "Jey, I was jealous."

Jey blinked at him, the anger giving away to surprise at the admission. "Jealous? Of what?"

Sami hesitated for a moment before answering, "Of what you have with her. I see the way she looks at you, and I wanted that. We used to be close, and I saw you with her, and I just wanted that connection back. And you hated my guts, so I thought that if I could get close to her, maybe I could bridge the gap between us, and you would realize I just wanted to be accepted into the family, but I screwed up big time by letting my emotions get the best of me. I wasn't trying to get her, I promise you. That was never my intention when I first tried to join.

But that night, it felt like everything was falling apart, and I let my emotions cloud my judgment and make me cross a line." Sami stood up, grabbing his stuff, not daring to look at Jey's face. "I know what it's like to get cheated on, trust me. And I know how it hurts, and I know it must be hurting you right now, and I never wanted to make you feel like that. I genuinely am sorry, Jey."

Jey remained silent for a moment, processing Sami's words. The tension in the room seemed to lessen slightly, but it was far from resolved. Jey didn't respond, and Sami didn't know if he was gearing up for a fight or was processing what he heard. Sami sighed and zipped up his suitcase.

"Y/N is an amazing woman, wrestler, and friend. But most importantly, she's your girl. And I respect that. I know you still hate my guts, but I'm willing to make things right, not just for Roman but for the sake of the Bloodline. And you won't be besties with me, but at least pretend to be cordial for Y/N. We don't want her to get hurt for what we did."

Sami's words hung in the air as Jey continued to stare at him, a mixture of anger, distrust, and contemplation in his eyes.

Finally, after what felt like eternity, Jey spoke, his tone stern. "You right. We gotta do this for her. But don't think for a second that we friends, Sami. We're gonna do this for Y/N and for the Bloodline, and if you wanna try anything funny, I won't hesitate to handle it my way."

Sami nodded, accepting Jey's terms without protest. "Fair enough, Jey. I'll do whatever it takes to make things right. For the Bloodline and for you."

Jey furrowed his brows at the last sentence but didn't press further. Did Sami actually mean what he said, or was it just another attempt to smooth things over? The air in the room remained tense as both men prepared to leave for Raw, uncertain of what the future held for their uneasy alliance.

They left the room, heading towards the exit, both of them looking uneasy at being next to the other. They quickly spotted you on the phone, your bag slung over your shoulder, talking to someone in hushed whispers.

You saw them coming and said your goodbyes and shut off your phone, turning your attention to Jey and Sami. The tension in the air was palpable as you motioned for them to follow you outside.

As you walked through the corridors, you could feel the eyes of other wrestlers on you, curious about the aftermath of the chaotic match and Roman's stern words. The three of you stepped outside, the cool night air offering a brief respite from the intensity of the arena.

"On Monday, we need to show the world that the Bloodline stands strong," you began, your voice firm. "We might not be perfect, but we have each other's backs. You take out all tag teams that pose a threat, and I'll deal with Charlotte. Roman is counting on us, and we can't afford to let him down."

Jey and Sami exchanged glances before nodding in eluctant agreement, their eyes avoiding each other. The weight of Roman's expectations hung heavy over all of you, and you sighed as you felt the responsibility of holding the Bloodline together. You took a moment to lock eyes with both Jey and Sami, a silent understanding passing between you.

"Whatever happened tonight, we leave it behind us. We focus on Monday Night Raw and showing everyone that the Bloodline is unbreakable," you emphasized, your tone unwavering.

Jey didn't respond, and Sami nodded, seemingly committed to putting aside their differences for the sake of the family. You nodded, and Sami's valet pulled up.

No words were needed to understand the tension between you guys. Sami understood that, and simply waved goodbye at you as he headed towards his car. You and Jey were left alone in the parking lot, surrounded by the dim glow of overhead lights.

Jey sighed, running a hand through his hair, and turned to you as you walked to your car. You didn't say anything, simply opened the door and slid into the driver's seat. Jey would talk when he wanted to, and not a moment sooner.

Jey hesitated for a moment before getting into the passenger seat, and the car engine roared to life. The drive to the hotel was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the occasional sighs and the distant sounds of the city outside.

As you pulled into the hotel parking lot, the weight of the night seemed to settle even heavier on your shoulders. You parked the car, and Jey remained silent, lost in his thoughts. The atmosphere inside the vehicle felt tense, and the air was thick with unresolved issues.

You turned off the engine, and the two of you went inside the hotel, the only sounds between you eing the distant hum of the lobby's air conditioning and the muffled conversations of hotel staff. The tension seemed to follow you both as you approached the front desk to check in.

The hotel room keys were handed over, and you silently made your way to your room. Jey didn't talk as you both went inside the room, the door closing behind you. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast shadows across the walls, adding to the uneasy atmosphere.

Jey went to the bathroom, not sparing you a glance, and you sighed as you heard running water a few minutes later. You needed to apologize to him, stewing in anger wouldn't help the situation. Taking a deep breath, you decided to go inside the bathroom.

The heat hit your face as you walked inside, seeing Jey's shadow through the shower curtains. You stripped yourself of your clothes, leaving just your thoughts and vulnerability.

The steam from the shower enveloped you as you went inside the shower, the water hitting your skin like a cascade of relief. Jey turned to face you, his expression unreadable. You could see the tension in his shoulders, and his eyes met yours in the misty enclosure.

"Jey," you began, the water cascading over both of you, "I'm sorry." Jey didnt respond, and you grabbed the soap and lathered it onto his back, his back, a gentle touch to break through the walls he had built.

Your fingers traced the tension in his muscles as you continued, "I'm sorry for not telling you Sami kissed me. I promise you, I was but then every time I tried to something interrupted us. But that is no excuse. He kissed me, I pulled away, and told him that it was wrong. I didn't want to hide it from you, and I should've found a way to tell you before it all escalated."

Jey remained silent, his gaze fixed on the shower tiles. The water continued to cascade over both of you, the tension in the air still palpable.

"I know you must be hurting, and I don't blame you for being angry," you continued, your voice gentle. "I just want you to understand that I never wanted to betray you. Sami made a mistake, and I made a mistake in not telling you sooner. I was scared of hurting you, of costing you the match if you got angry. But I realize now that keeping it from you only made things worse."

You gently rubbed Jey's shoulders, trying to soothe the tension in his muscles. "I promise you, I pushed him off of me, and I made it clear that it wasn't something I wanted or welcomed. I'm committed to you, Jey. You're the one I care about, and I don't want anything to come between us."

Jey finally turned to face you, his eyes meeting yours. The intensity in his gaze softened slightly, and you could see a mixture of hurt, anger, and vulnerability in his eyes. The silence lingered, the sound of the water providing a backdrop to the unspoken exchange between the two of you.

"I should've told you, and I'm sorry for that," you continued, your voice sincere. "I understand if you need time, if you're angry. But please, Jey, don't leave me hanging on Raw. I know I act like an independent woman, but I need you by my side. I can't handle things without you. I love you." You grabbed the shower head and washed off the soap from your bodies, your eyes never leaving Jey's.

Jey sighed, a heavy exhale that seemed to release some of the tension in the air. He reached for the shampoo and started to wash his hair, still silent. The water continued to fall around you, creating a cocoon of intimacy within the small space of the shower.

"I am with you right now. You're the one showering with me, not Sami. You're the one that has my heart, not Sami. You're the one that I came to when I needed someone to talk to, not Sami." You reassured Jey, your words sinking into the mist-filled enclosure.

Jey processed your words, letting you wash off the remants of the soap from his body. You couldn't read his face like you usually could, and held your breath as you waited for his response.

After a moment of silence, Jey finally spoke, his voice low and measured. "Turn around."

You complied, and let your muscles relax as he rubbed your back with the soap, his touch gentle yet firm. The warmth of the water and Jey's presence created a sense of intimacy that started to melt away the tension between you. The atmosphere shifted, becoming more tender and understanding.

"I ain't saying I'm not pissed," Jey admitted, his voice a mixture of frustration and vulnerability. "I am. You shoulda been come to me when this happened."

He softly massaged the soap into your skin, his touch a silent acknowledgment of the apology. "But I ain't gonna let this mess up what we got. I trust you when you said you ain't trying to play games with Sami. I know when you lying, and you ain't lying now."

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, relieved that Jey seemed willing to work through the situation.

The water continued to pour over both of you, a soothing rhythm that matched the softening of the atmosphere as he washed the soap off of you. "But we gotta communicate better. I aint want no secrets between us. No more hiding stuff, Y/N. We gotta be honest with each other, even if it's hard, and even if it hurts."

He turned you around, and his eyes met yours, a hint of vulnerability in his gaze that struck your heart. "I love you, and I don't want anything to jeopardize that," Jey concluded, his words a mix of sincerity and a lingering frustration.

You nodded, your heart swelling with a mix of emotions. Jey was spilling his heart out to you, and you appreciated his honesty, knowing how hard it was for him to open up.

You gently cupped Jey's face in your hands, your thumbs brushing against his cheeks. "I love you too, Jey. And you're right. No more secrets, no more hiding. We face everything together. I promise you, I'm here for you, and I'm not going anywhere."

For the first time all night, Jey cracked a smile, a genuine, heartfelt smile that melted away the remaining tension in the room. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft, reassuring kiss.

The warmth of the shower, the sound of water, and the intimacy between the two of you created a moment of connection that spoke louder than words.

As you pulled away, Jey rested his forehead against yours, his eyes locked with yours. "Promise me you won't keep things from me again," he murmured, the vulnerability in his voice tugging at your heart.

"I promise, Jey. No more secrets. We are honest with each other, no matter how much it hurts," you affirmed, sealing the promise with a gentle kiss. The weight of the night slowly lifted, replaced by a renewed sense of unity and understanding.

With the tension eased and the promise made, you both continued to share the shower, not just washing away the physical remnants of the chaotic night but also cleansing the emotional residue that lingered between you.

When Jey went to turn off the water, you stopped him with a gentle touch on his arm. "Let me," you whispered, taking over the task. As you turned off the water, the room fell into a comfortable silence, the only sound remaining the soft drip of water from your bodies until you lowered yourself to your knees, making Jey raise an eyebrow in surprise.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice a mix of confusion and curiosity.

You looked up at him with a mischievous smile. "I think I need to properly ap ologize to you for everything that happened tonight," you replied, your eyes meeting his with a playful glint.

Jey chuckled, his tension further dissipating as he realized what you were doing. "And how do you plan on doing that?"

You steadied yourself with your hands on Jey's legs, looking up at him through hooded eyes, waiting for his consent. "Well, Mr. Uso, actions speak louder than words."

Jey's expression shifted from surprise to a sly grin. "I like the sound of that," he replied, his eyes filled with a playful glint.

You leaned in, leaving a trail of soft kisses along his thighs, gradually making your way up. The steam from the shower enveloped both of you, creating an intimate atmosphere. Jey's hands found their way into your hair, his fingers gently intertwining as he let out a low sigh.

"You ready for your apology, Mr. Uso?" you teased, your voice a soft whisper against his skin.

Jey smirked, his eyes locked onto yours. "Apology accepted in advance," he replied, a playful tone in his voice.

Let's just say, he accepted your apology multiple times that night.

THE BLOODLINE INVADES MONDAY NIGHT RAW

The engine shut off as the cheauffer took the key's out of the sleek black SUV you, Jey. and Sami were escorted in on your way to the arena Raw was behind held.

The atmosphere inside the car was still thick with tension between Jey and Sami, who you were sitting between. You could feel the awkwardness radiating from both men as they avoided making direct eye contact.

The drive to the arena had been silent, but their tension wasn't. It was like every little thing that Sami did made Jey more irritated, and vice versa. If Sami even breathed too loudly, you could sense Jey's annoyance. If Jey even shifted in his seat, you could feel Sami's discomfort. The air in the car seemed to echo with the unspoken words, and you knew that the real challenge lay ahead when you stepped into the arena.

As the car came to a stop, the tension heightened. The driver opened the door, and the three of you stepped out onto the bustling Raw backstage area.

The familiar sounds of conversations, equipment being moved, and the distant roar of the crowd filled the air. You hid yourselves with hoodies that bore the Bloodline emblem, attempting to shield your presence from prying eyes.

Jey's hand was on your lower back as the three of you made your way towards the locker rooms, the intensity of the situation growing with every step.

"Charlotte is expecting me to attack her, " You whispered to Jey and Sami as you walked through the corridors. "So I'll wait until she get's comfortable, then I'll strike. You two need to take out anyone that poses a threat in the tag team division."

You stopped when you reached the locker room door, turning to face Jey and Sami. Their faces were a mix of determination and lingering unease. You took a deep breath before continuing, your face serious.

"Look, I'm not stupid. I know you guys hate each other. But we can't afford any distractions or mistakes tonight. We're here to show the world that the Bloodline is a force to be reckoned with. So, for the next few hours, put your differences aside and focus on the task at hand, and if you don't want to do if for Roman, at least do it for me?"

At your last words, both Jey and Sami glanced at each other before reluctantly nodding in agreement. The weight of Roman's expectations, combined with the desire to prove themselves and, perhaps, a subtle sense of responsibility towards you, pushed them to at least try to temporarily set aside their differences.

"Y'know I got your back, pretty girl. Even if it's with him." Jey reassured you, his tone a mixture of reassurance and determination.

Sami hesitated for a moment before nodding. "For you, I'll do my part. Are you sure about this plan, though? Waiting for Charlotte might give her an advantage."

You nodded, appreciating Sami's concern. "I've faced her before. I know her patterns, and I know how to play to our advantage. Trust me, it'll work." You opened the door and entered the Bloodline's private locker room, and Jey and Sami followed you inside, the room now filled with the familiar atmosphere of preparation and focus. "I called someone and they agreed to help me."

Sami raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in his expression. "Who?"

You grinned, enjoying the opportunity to surprise them. "You'll see. In the meantime, you two go to the men's locker room and raise hell there. And NO FIGHTING."

You gave them a glare at your last instruction. Jey sighed but nodded in agreement, and Sami reluctantly agreed as well. The uneasy alliance between Jey and Sami was put to the test as they headed towards the men's locker room, leaving you alone to finalize your plan.

You watched on the TV as Charlotte came out to the ring, mic in hand and cockiness etched on her face. The crowd erupted in cheers and boos as she began to taunt the audience and brag about her dominance in the women's division. You smirked, knowing that the trap was set.

"I know that our little queen Y/N is watching, waiting for the perfect moment to strike," Charlotte boasted, her eyes scanning the arena. "But she won't catch me off guard. I'm always one step ahead. And when I take that title from her, she'll finally realize that I AM the true queen of the WWE."

As Charlotte continued her monologue, you slipped out of the Bloodline's locker room, making your way towards the entrance ramp. The plan was in motion, and you were ready to make a statement on behalf of the Bloodline.

You raced to the gorilla, and when she finally put the mic down, her back turned and her guard slightly down, you ran to the ring, the crowds cheers echoing in your ear as you knocked Charlotte down from behind with a fierce clothesline.

The arena erupted in a mix of shock and excitement as you made your way to the ring, the hood of your Bloodline hoodie pulled over your head. The element of surprise was on your side, and the audience roared in approval.

Charlotte, visibly stunned, tried to regain her composure as you beat her down into the corner, punching her over and over, smirking as she tried to fight back.

"Always one step ahead, Charlotte, huh?" You taunted, ducking a wild swing from her. You both ended up slipping out of the ring, hair pulling and brawling on the outside.

You wavered slightly as Charlotte pushed you into the barricade, slowly inching your way into the gorilla. Charlotte smirked as she followed you to the back, unaware of the danger that lurked there.

"Aww, where you going princess?" Charlotte smirked as you turned the corner, leading her into the gorilla position. The production crew and staff scattered as they witnessed the unexpected brawl between you and Charlotte.

As you reached the gorilla position, you suddenly stopped, and Charlotte crashed into you, not expecting the abrupt halt. She tried to steady herself, but a punch from behind made her stumble forward.

As Charlotte turned around, she was met with the sight of none other than Judgement's Day Rhea Ripley, who had agreed to help you in this ambush.

"What's the matter, Charlotte? Surprised to see me?" Rhea smirked, cracking her knuckles. The anticipation in the air was palpable as the two of you circled Charlotte.

Your fist connected with Charlotte's face, and Rhea followed up with a devastating kick to her midsection. The three of you brawled all the way to the women's locker room, the other women trying to clear out of the way as they witnessed the chaotic scene.

Anyone who got in your way was destroyed.

Raquel tried to tug you off of Charlotte, but you slammed her into a nearby equipment crate, leaving her incapacitated for the moment.

Shotzi tried to intervene, but Rhea swiftly intercepted her, locking her in a fierce submission hold and forcing her to tap out.

You laughed as Bianca grabbed you by the waist and tried to pull you away, but a well-timed knee to her gut made her release her grip.

This was your plan all along. Take out Charlotte and anyone else that wanted your title.

You grabbed Bianca and threw her into the locker, and it dented at the impact. The chaos in the women's locker room escalated, with the other Superstars scrambling to get out of the way. Rhea continued her relentless assault on Charlotte, not giving her a moment to breathe.

As the brawl intensified, you grabbed a steel chair from the corner of the locker room, the familiar clang echoing through the chaos.

Adam Pearce, who sat in his office, jumped at the knocking on his door. He opened it to find one of his interns, a nervous expression on his face.

"What?" Adam asked to them, focused on paperwork.

The intern stammered, "Um, sir, there's… there's a situation. Y/N and Rhea Ripley are fighting Charlotte and causing chaos in the women's locker room. It's, uh, it's getting pretty intense."

Adam stood up, his eyes widening in surprise. "What?! Get the security, get everyone down there. I need to handle this immediately. This is not how Raw is supposed to go down." The intern nodded frantically and rushed off to carry out Adam's orders.

Adam tried to rush to the scene, but another intern stopped him, making him groan and say, "What now?"

"Sir, there's a video message from Roman Reigns. He wants you to see it urgently," the intern informed, handing over a tablet. Adam sighed but took the tablet and pressed play. The image of Roman Reigns appeared on the screen, his expression stern.

"Adam, I hope you're handling things on your end because we're taking control on ours. Y/N is doing what needs to be done. This is the Bloodline making a statement, and we won't tolerate anyone trying to interfere with our business. Make sure the show goes on smoothly, and if anyone tries to stop Y/N, they'll have to deal with the consequences. This is our territory, and we're not letting anyone disrupt it. Handle it, Adam."

The message ended, leaving Adam in a mix of frustration and uncertainty. He had to get the situation under control, he was not scared of Roman! Before he could comment on the video, another intern interrupted him. "S-Sir…"

"What now?!" Adam demanded harshly at the intern, irritation evident in his tone.

"Sir, the men's locker room is in chaos too. Jey Uso and Sami Zayn are going at it with other wrestlers, and security is having a hard time containing the situation," the intern explained nervously.

Adam sighed, rubbing his temples. The night was spiraling out of control, and he needed to regain command. "Get all available security to both the men's and women's locker rooms. I want this situation under control immediately, and someone get me a direct line to Roman Reigns."

The live feed faded and turned to Jey and Sami, and the chaos in the men's locker room mirrored the scene in the women's locker room. Jey and Sami, fueled by their personal animosity, unleashed their aggression on anyone who dared to intervene. Bodies crashed into walls, equipment shattered, and the sound of punches echoed through the air.

As Adam scrambled to handle the escalating chaos, you, Rhea, Jey, and Sami continued the onslaught. The chaos spread like wildfire, with the security struggling to contain the situation. Superstars were caught in the crossfire, either trying to break up the fight or getting out of harm's way.

The plan was going perfectly, and the chaos you orchestrated was sending a clear message to everyone on Raw. The Bloodline was not to be underestimated, and anyone who dared to challenge their dominance would face the consequences.

You laughed as security finally pulled you and Rhea off of Charlotte and the rest of the women, and the one's who weren't injured were brawling amongst themselves. The chaos had reached its peak, and the message was loud and clear – the Bloodline was here, and they were to be feared.

As security restrained you and Rhea, you exchanged satisfied glances. Jey and Sami were similarly pulled away from the men's locker room, their faces still filled with animosity. The chaos had subsided, but the tension lingered in the air.

Rhea gave you a knowing look as security was about to lead you to Adam Pearce's office. "You called, I answered. I am a woman of my word, and I expect you to be as well. You owe me, Y/N. See you later."

You smirked at Rhea's comment, recognizing the debt owed after her assistance in executing the chaotic plan. You knew her help would come with a price, but you didn't know if you would regret agreeing to it later.

"You get your title shot whenever you want, Rhea. I promised, and I always keep my word. But cross me, and I guarantee you'll regret it more than you've ever regretted anything before." You winked at her as security guided you down the backstage corridor.

"Let me go, I'm here now!" You pushed the security guard that was guiding you, signaling that you were ready to face whatever consequences awaited you in Adam Pearce's office.

You heard Jey and Sami talking inside, Sami's babbling replaced by Jey's more composed words. As the door swung open, you entered with a defiant swagger.

"And I just really feel like the other guys were the cause of the fight, I mean look at us! Of course they are jealous of us and by now, everyone knows why they should be- Y/N!"

Sami's babbling stopped abruptly as he noticed your entrance and smiled at you, puppy dog eyes and all. Adam Pearce, sitting behind his desk, looked exasperated. Jey, standing beside Sami, looked thankful that you stopped Sami's rambling.

Adam Pearce sighed, rubbing his temples. "What in the hell just happened out there? Chaos erupted on live television, and we've got injured Superstars, a disrupted show, and the entire roster in disarray."

You leaned against the door, maintaining your confident demeanor. "What happened was everyone decided to start disrespecting the Bloodline, and we simply decided to remind them of their place. We're not to be underestimated, and anyone who challenges us will face the consequences. It's as simple as that."

Adam looked like he was on the verge of losing his patience and snapping, and Jey glared at him, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, Adam, you need to get things in order around here. We can't have people thinking they can just cross the Bloodline without repercussions. It ain't our fault if this place needs a wake-up call."

Adam rubbed his temples again, clearly frustrated with the situation. "Wake-up call?"

Sami nodded enthusiastically, "Yes, a wake-up call! I knew you would understand, Pearce. Look, we didn't like disrupting the show, but we needed to. We needed to make a statement, and I'd say it was pretty successful if I do say so myself."

Sami saw this as an opportunity to redirect the blame onto others, and he continued, "We were provoked, Adam. The disrespect was too much, and we had to do something about it. The Bloodline can't just let things slide, you know?"

Adam Pearce leaned back in his chair, glaring at the trio in front of him. "Let things slide?" Pearce darkly chuckled. "You didn't like disrupting the show? I'll give you something you don't like." Pearce stood up, walked around his desk, and faced you, Jey, and Sami.

"Oh, please, Pearce. We both know Roman has your number, and he won't be happy if you make a move against us," you taunted, smirking as you pushed off the door and approached Pearce. Jey and Sami exchanged uneasy glances, realizing that their perceived protection might not be as solid as they thought.

Pearce raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by your attempt at intimidation. "Everyone is telling me how scared I am of Roman Reigns and his so-called Bloodline. But let me make one thing clear: I don't answer to Roman Reigns. I answer to WWE management, and I'm responsible for maintaining order on this show."

Jey stepped forward, not liking how Pearce was talking to you. "You better watch your tone, Pearce. You don't want to find yourself on the wrong side of this."

Adam Pearce chuckled again, seemingly unfazed by the threat. "Oh really?" He mocked your taunts. "I've been dealing with rebellious Superstars for a long time, and none of them scare me. If Roman Reigns thinks he can control this show, he's sorely mistaken."

You, Jey, and Sami exchanged glances, realizing that Adam Pearce wasn't backing down. Sami, trying to salvage the situation, chimed in, "Look, Adam, we get it. You're in a tough spot, and you need to maintain order. But do you really want to risk going against the Bloodline? We're the top dogs here, and it's in your best interest to keep us happy."

Pearce leaned in, his face inches from Sami's. "Well here's my latest decision. You and Jey are going to defend those tag team championships against the team of Kevin Owens and Seth Rollins tonight, since they are the only people YOU DIDN'T INJURE!"

Your smirk turned into a glare at Pearce's announcement. The confident facade that had dominated your demeanor wavered for a moment.

Not Kevin. Fuck, now you wished you had helped Jey and Sami in order to stop the words coming out of Pearce's mouth. Jey and Sami exchanged alarmed glances, realizing that their attempt at intimidation had backfired.

"Wait a minute, Pearce. You can't just—"

Pearce cut off Sami's protest with a stern look. "I can, and I just did. You three wanted chaos, right? Well, now you'll deal with the consequences. The tag team titles will be on the line tonight, and if you're the dominant force you claim to be, prove it in the ring."

You crossed your arms, trying to regain control of the situation. "But Jey and Jimmy are the tag champions, not Sami and Jey. And lucky us, Jimmy isn't here to defend the titles."

Adam Pearce smirked, clearly enjoying the shift in the power dynamic. "Well, I guess you'll have to figure that out. Tonight's match is happening, and if you can't sort out your internal issues, you might find yourselves without those tag team championships."

Jey stepped forward angrily, frustration evident in his face. "You make that shit official and I'ma shove my boot up your white a-"

"Say one more word and I'll have security remove all three of you from the premises," Pearce interrupted with a smirk, his patience clearly worn thin. "I don't care about your threats, and I certainly don't care about the internal dynamics of the Bloodline. If you want chaos, deal with it in the ring tonight. That's my decision, and it's final."

Pearce smirked as Jey tried to attack him, only to be pulled back by you and Sami. Jey glared at Sami when he touched him, but he leaned into your hold, showing restraint for now. Sami, while clearly frustrated, also held back.

You glared at Pearce, seething with anger at the unexpected turn of events. "You can't just make someone who isn't a champ defend the titles. This is ridiculous, Pearce."

Pearce leaned back, crossing his arms. "I just did. You wanted chaos, and chaos you'll get. Either you defend the titles as a unit, or you risk losing them. It's your problem now."

Sami, trying to salvage the situation again, attempted to reason with Pearce. "Look, Adam, we're all professionals here. We can sort this out without putting the titles on the line tonight."

Pearce chuckled, shaking his head. "No, you made your point out there. Now it's time to back it up in the ring. Consider this a lesson in consequences. Now get ready for your match. And I suggest you find a way to work together if you want to remain champions."

You huffed, and in one split second, tried to launch yourself at Pearce, but Jey and Sami held you back. Pearce smirked at the display of frustration. "Save that energy for your boys' match. You might need it."

As security escorted you, Jey, and Sami out of Pearce's office, the reality of the situation began to sink in. Pearce called out for you before you left, "One more thing, Y/N. Since you wanted to start this whole attack by blindsiding Charlotte, I'm making you defend your title against her at Survivor Series. Good luck, you'll need it."

You gritted your teeth at Pearce's parting words, realizing that the chaos you had orchestrated had come back to haunt you.

As you were escorted down the hallway, Jey and Sami exchanged uneasy glances, the angry tension between making you realize the night was gonna be far from easy. The arguments would start soon. 1, 2, 3….

"I fucking knew some shit would happen with yo big mouth Sami!" Jey shouted out, slamming his fist against the wall.

"My mouth?!" Sami gaped at Jey, "You're the one who couldn't control himself out there! If you hadn't tried to attack Pearce, we wouldn't be in this mess."

"Me? You're the one who was going off on him. 'We the top dawgs, and it's in your best interest to keep us happy.' Now look at us." Jey rolled his eyes in anger.

Sami glared at Jey. "Oh, please! I was just trying to salvage the situation. You're the one who threatened Pearce first."

"Cause he was talking down to Y/N! I had to step in," Jey retorted, his frustration evident.

"By trying to jump him? That's real smart," Sami scoffed. The tension between the two of them escalated, and it seemed like a powder keg ready to explode.

"Guys." You tried to interject, but your voice barely cut through the escalating argument between Jey and Sami. The heated exchange continued, each blaming the other for the predicament you now found yourselves in.

Jey took a step towards Sami, pointing a finger accusingly. "If you hadn't been running your mouth about being the top dog, we wouldn't have had to deal with this nonsense. Now we've got a match we weren't prepared for."

Sami crossed his arms defensively. "Oh, please. If you hadn't tried to attack Pearce, we could have negotiated our way out of this. But no, you had to go and make things worse."

As their argument reached a boiling point, you felt the frustration building up inside you. This wasn't how you envisioned the aftermath of the chaos you had orchestrated. The unity within the Bloodline was cracking, and you needed to find a way to mend it before things got completely out of hand.

"Enough!" you finally shouted, your voice cutting through the tension. Jey and Sami both turned to look at you, their expressions a mix of anger and frustration. "Arguing won't solve anything. We're in this together, whether we like it or not. Now, we need to figure out how to handle tonight's match and make sure we don't lose those titles."

Jey scoffed, still glaring at Sami. "Easy for you to say, baby. You're not the one who has to defend the tag titles with this loudmouth."

Sami shot back, "Maybe if you could control your temper, we wouldn't be in this mess. But no, you had to play tough guy."

"Says the person that got us into this mess with his constant babbling," Jey retorted, his frustration evident.

"At least I tried to reason with Pearce instead of resorting to violence," Sami argued. "You just did what you do best, which is causing chaos without thinking about the consequences."

"Excuse me? You're the one who couldn't keep your mouth shut during the chaos. We had a plan, and you had to go off script," Jey retorted, the frustration evident in his voice.

Sami rolled his eyes. "Oh, please. Like I could've predicted Pearce's reaction. He's on a power trip, and we just happened to be in his way."

You stepped between them, trying to diffuse the tension. "Enough, both of you. We're not helping ourselves by pointing fingers. We need to focus on the match tonight. Jey, Sami, whether you like it or not, you're a team tonight, and we can't afford to lose those titles. So, figure out a way to work together, or you and Jimmy lose those titles, Jey."

Jey and Sami exchanged a begrudging look at your words. Jey didn't want to lose the titles, and Sami didn't want to face the consequences of their impulsive actions or mess up your plan. The reality of the situation weighed heavily on both of them.

"You guys aren't the only ones affected by this. I've got a title defense against Charlotte at Survivor Series now, thanks to Pearce," you added, frustration evident in your tone. "So, we all need to get on the same page, focus on tonight, and then we can deal with the fallout from Pearce's decisions later."

Jey sighed, realizing the gravity of the situation. "Fine, but don't think you the champ, Sami. You just helping me out for now."

Sami rolled his eyes but nodded in reluctant agreement. "I don't need your approval, Uce. Let's just get through tonight, and we can settle our issues later."

Jey stared daggers into Sami's head, but when you grabbed his shoulder and gave him a stern look, he reluctantly backed down. The tension in the air lingered, but there was a temporary ceasefire as you, Jey, and Sami begrudgingly agreed to focus on the immediate challenge ahead.

"Good," you said, a hint of authority in your voice. "Let's go to the locker room, come up with a game plan, and make sure we're on the same page for the match tonight. We can't afford any more slip-ups."

"Of course." Sami nodded, then something struck him, and he stopped and turned to you with a worried look on his face.

"Wait, did he say Kevin?" There was an underlying fear in his voice, and even though you felt it, you didn't show it.

Jey, however, whipped his head at Sami's tone and raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, he did. What, you scared your best friend is gonna beat some sense into you?" Jey taunted. "You gon' cost us these titles cause you're scared of facing Owens in the ring?"

Sami scoffed, trying to maintain his composure. "Please, I've beaten Owens before. I'm not scared of him."

Jey got into Sami's face, their faces inches apart. "You better not be. If I lose these titles tonight cause yo ass is scared, we're gonna have a real problem."

Sami pushed Jey away, a defiant look on his face. "I won't be the reason we lose, Uce. You just focus on not losing your cool, and we might get through this."

You intervened again before the tension could escalate further. "Enough, both of you. Save that energy for the match. We'll deal with whatever comes our way. Now let's go to the locker room, strategize, and make sure we're ready for Kevin and Seth tonight."

Jey and Sami sighed but followed you towards the locker room. You knew if they lost tonight, Roman would not only kill them but you as well. As the three of you walked down the hallway, the weight of the upcoming match and the consequences of your actions hung in the air.

"Look, I don't care about your personal issues right now. We need to focus on the match. We're defending the tag titles, and we can't afford any mistakes," you emphasized, looking at both of them sternly.

Jey nodded, a mix of frustration and determination on his face. "I ain't losing these titles because you scared of Kevin. Y/N was best friends with him, but she ain't afraid to face him. You shouldn't be afraid of Owens."

Sami huffed, rolling his eyes. "I'm not afraid of Owens. I just didn't expect to face him tonight. But I'll handle it, and we'll retain these titles. Just make sure you keep your temper in check, Jey."

Jey shot Sami a glare but didn't respond. The tension remained palpable as you reached the locker room. Once inside, you closed the door behind you, creating a temporary haven away from prying eyes.

"If you fuck up tonight, Sami, I swear—" Jey started, but you cut him off.

"You guys need to stop fighting and start working together. We don't have the luxury of personal issues right now. Our focus is on defending those tag titles. We can sort out our problems later, but for now, we need to be a cohesive unit in that ring."

Jey and Sami exchanged a reluctant nod, acknowledging the truth in your words. The stakes were high, and the unity within the Bloodline was being put to the test. You took a deep breath, trying to push aside the frustration and tension.

Your phone rang, and you quickly pulled it out of your pocket. The caller ID showed Roman Reigns.

You looked at Jey and Sami, who were now giving you curious glances. "Start strategizing. I'll be back. It's Roman." You left them with that, and slipped out of the room, heading to a quieter area to answer the call from Roman.

"Roman," you greeted as you answered the phone.

"Y/N, why am I hearing that Jey and Sami are defending the tag titles tonight? And that you are defending your title against Charlotte?" Roman's voice was calm, but you could sense an undercurrent of displeasure.

"It's a long story, but things got out of hand, and Adam Pearce made the decision. We're dealing with the aftermath of the chaos we caused," you explained, choosing your words carefully.

"Chaos?" Roman's tone turned slightly more intense. "I told you to make a statement, not puts our titles at risk. What happened?"

You recounted the events that led to the chaos on Raw, the confrontation with Adam Pearce, and the subsequent decision to defend the tag titles. Roman listened in silence, his disapproval palpable even through the phone.

"I'll deal with Pearce, but at no costs can we have those titles lost tonight. Y/N, you need to make sure Jey and Sami get their act together. We can't afford any more missteps."

"I understand, Roman. I'm working on it. We'll do whatever it takes to retain the titles tonight," you assured him.

"You better," Roman replied sternly. "I don't want any weaknesses in the Bloodline. Handle this, and we'll discuss the fallout later."

The call ended, and you took a deep breath, realizing the weight of the responsibility on your shoulders. You couldn't afford to let the Bloodline down, and you needed to ensure that Jey and Sami worked together effectively in the upcoming match.

"Looks like you're having a rough night." You glared at the familiar voice, and turned to see your former best friend Kevin, the man you betrayed to join the Bloodline, standing a few feet away, a smile on his face. His presence only added to the mounting pressure and tension of the situation.

"Nope." You tried to push past him to get back to the locker room, but Kevin stepped in your way. "What do you want, Owens?" you snapped, not in the mood for his smug attitude.

"Just checking in on an old friend," Kevin replied, his tone casual. "And I couldn't help but overhear your conversation about defending the tag titles tonight. Interesting turn of events, isn't it?"

"Yeah, the most interesting thing you've done since I broke your arm. You're welcome, by the way." You snapped at Kevin, the bitterness from your past betrayal still lingering in your words.

Kevin chuckled, seemingly unfazed by your hostility. "Ah, memories. Good times, right? But let's focus on the present. Defending the tag titles with Jey and Sami tonight, huh? How's that going for you?"

You shot him a glare, unamused by his taunts. "You should be thanking me for taking you out of obscurity and giving you TV time. Now, if you'll excuse me." You tried to move past Kevin again, but he stepped in your way once more, his smirk widening.

"Still trying to avoid me after 2 years, huh?" " Kevin asked with a sarcastic tone. "The guilt of betrayal still eating at you, Y/N?"

You clenched your fists, suppressing the anger that threatened to boil over. "I don't have time for your mind games, Kevin. I've got a match to focus on, and unlike you, I don't dwell on the past."

Kevin chuckled, enjoying getting under your skin. "Well, good luck with that match. But we both know Sami is gonna be a liability. He won't hurt me like you want him to. And deep down, I know you don't want him to. You're scared of facing the consequences of your choices."

You shot him a venomous look, your patience wearing thin. "I'm not scared of anything, especially not you. Now, move out of my way."

Kevin stepped aside, still wearing that infuriating smirk." We'll see how brave you are in the ring tonight. Don't disappoint the Bloodline too much, Y/N. I told you, Roman only cares about you when you're an asset. Once you start becoming a liability, well, you've seen how he deals with that."

As Kevin walked away, you couldn't shake off the lingering frustration. The upcoming match was challenging enough without the added tension from your past with Kevin. He was right, as much as you hated to admit it. Your choices had consequences, and tonight's match was a testament to that.

You could only hope that Jey and Sami could put their differences aside long enough to successfully defend the tag titles. If they lost, the blame would be on you, and Kevin was right, if you became a liability, Roman wouldn't take too kind to that.

All of this rests on your shoulders, and yet it was on Jey and Sami to deliver in the ring. As you returned to the locker room, the atmosphere was tense, and the air felt heavy with the weight of the impending match. Jey and Sami were still exchanging heated glances, but they fell silent as you entered.

"Everything okay?" Jey asked, noticing the frustration on your face.

"Kevin being his usual annoying self," you replied dismissively, not wanting to dwell on the encounter.

Sami raised an eyebrow, curious but hesitant to ask more. Instead, he focused on the matter at hand. "We need a game plan for tonight. What are we doing?"

You took a deep breath, pushing aside the lingering frustration from the encounter with Kevin. "We're putting our differences aside, focusing on the match, and ensuring that we walk out of there with the tag titles still around our waists. We can't afford any mistakes, and we can't let personal issues get in the way."

Jey nodded, his expression determined. "I'm not losing these titles tonight. Sami, you better have my back."

Sami sighed, relenting for the sake of the match. "I'll do what it takes to win. Just make sure you control that temper of yours, Uce."

You chimed in, "And I'll be at ringside, making sure everything goes smoothly. We're the Bloodline, and we don't let anything or anyone stand in our way. Let's focus on the task at hand and make sure we prove our dominance in that ring."

If only that were as simple as it sounded.

You took a deep breath as you, Jey and Sami walked out to the ring, the crowd's roar echoing through the arena. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, and you could feel the weight of the tag team titles on your shoulders. The chaotic events that unfolded earlier backstage seemed like a distant memory now, replaced by the singular focus of successfully defending the titles.

You avoided looking at Kevin's eyes as you stepped into the ring with Jey and Sami, you stepped into the ring, trying to maintain your composure. The referee signaled for the match to start, and Jey and Sami reluctantly began the defense of the tag team titles.

"They don't care about you!" Kevin yelled at Sami as he circled the ring. He couldn't let you and Sami fall into Roman's trap.

Sami shot back, "They care about me more than you ever did! Focus on the match, or are you just here to run your mouth?"

The bell rang, and the match officially began. Jey and Sami had to put aside their differences and work as a team to retain the titles. The crowd was buzzing with excitement, sensing the tension within the Bloodline.

The match started with Jey and Kevin in the ring. They locked up, each trying to assert dominance. Jey, fueled by the frustration from earlier, unleashed a flurry of strikes on Kevin, aiming to prove a point. Sami, on the apron, looked on with a mix of concern and eagerness.

You were at ringside, waiting for the moment to interject if needed. The intensity in the ring was palpable, and the match could easily tip in any direction.

Jey and Kevin continued their exchange of blows, neither giving an inch. Jey's aggression was on full display as he took control of the match, delivering punishing kicks and strikes. Sami, still on the apron, seemed torn between supporting his partner and letting his personal issues distract him.

You grabbed Kevins leg to try and distract him, pulling him out of the ring. The referee's attention shifted towards the commotion outside, allowing Jey to capitalize on the distraction and gain the upper hand against Kevin, sending him sprawling to the outside.

"Sami!" You yelled at him to come quick as Jey had Kevin in a vulnerable position. Sami hesitated for a moment, torn between helping and staying focused on the match. The internal conflict was evident on his face, but he eventually slid out of the ring and joined you.

"Hit him!" Jey bellowed out to Sami, urging him to take advantage of the situation. Sami, though still conflicted, nodded and delivered a swift kick to Kevin's midsection before rolling him back into the ring.

With the match back inside the squared circle, Jey continued to target, showcasing the Uso's ruthless side. Sami, despite his earlier reservations, seamlessly joined the attack, working with Jey to wear down Kevin. The teamwork, however reluctant, seemed effective.

Seth tried to interfere, rushing down the ramp, but you intercepted him, engaging in a brief brawl at ringside by hitting him low. The distraction allowed Jey and Sami to maintain control in the ring, isolating Kevin Owens and preventing him from making the tag to Seth.

But that's where the mistakes started. Miscommunication that was inadvertently Jey's fault made Jey angry and he shoved Sami away, frustrated by the lack of cohesion.

"What are you doing?!" He screamed at Sami, but Sami fired back, "I'm doing my part, Uce! Maybe if you weren't so hot-headed, we could actually work as a team!"

You ran your hands over your face, silently praying that the Bloodline could somehow get through this match without completely self-destructing. The tension within the team was escalating, and it was starting to affect their performance in the ring.

Despite the internal strife, Jey and Sami managed to keep Kevin grounded, preventing him from reaching Seth for the tag. The crowd was divided, some cheering for the Bloodline's dominance, while others hoped for Kevin to turn the tide.

Jey, still visibly frustrated, tagged Sami back into the match. The two attempted a double-team move, but the lack of coordination led to a momentary hesitation, giving Kevin the opening he needed. Kevin fought back, delivering a series of strikes to both Sami and Jey, turning the tables in his favor.

The chaotic situation in the ring mirrored the chaos that had unfolded earlier backstage. You could feel the control slipping away, and the consequences of the discord within the Bloodline were becoming evident.

As Kevin gained momentum, the frustration between Jey and Sami boiled over. A heated argument erupted, and you had to slide into the ring to stop a full-blown confrontation. The referee tried to intervene, but the tension was too high. Your attempts to separate Jey and Sami were met with resistance, each blaming the other for the escalating situation.

"Your anger is costing us the match!" Sami yelled at Jey, pushing him away.

"Oh, I'm the problem? Maybe if you weren't so focused on running your mouth, we could actually win this!" Jey shot back, his frustration reaching a breaking point.

You stepped between them, trying to mediate. "Enough! We can't afford this right now. Focus on the match!"

But the damage was done. Kevin took advantage of the internal strife within the Bloodline, delivering a devastating superkick to Jey, followed by a Popup Powerbomb. The crowd erupted as Kevin made the cover.

1, 2, -"

You grabbed the ref's arm before he could count to three. You couldn't let the titles slip away like this. The referee looked at you with confusion, but you pointed to Sami, signaling for him to break up the pin.

Sami, realizing the urgency, shoved Jey into Kevin, breaking the pin just in time. The match continued, but the disarray within the Bloodline was evident.

Kevin laughed and shook his head at your actions. He knew you would go to great lengths to protect the Bloodline's interests.

"Why do you keep protecting them!?" Kevin asked, or more like shouted, at you as you stared at him, trying to move away from him, not knowing if he would leave you alone or stun you.

You were like a sister to him, so he never shied away from stunning some brain cells into you when needed. "He only cares about you when you're useful. If you lost your title tonight, Roman would kick you to the curb. You can't keep protecting them forever. I won't let you!"

You ignored Kevin's words, the internal conflict weighing heavily on your shoulders. The match continued, but the unity within the Bloodline was shattered. Jey and Sami struggled to work together, their frustration and resentment evident in every move.

Seth, on the outside, watched the chaos unfold with a smirk on his face. The disarray within the Bloodline was playing right into the hands of their opponents. The tag team titles, once a symbol of dominance, were now on the brink of slipping away.

Seth finally got tagged in, and him and Jey started exchanging blows in the center of the ring. Despite the internal conflict, Jey showcased his resilience, fighting back against Seth. Sami, still recovering on the apron, watched with a mix of concern and frustration.

"Tag me in!" Sami pleaded to Jey, who was hesitant to cooperate. Seth was also reaching out to tag Kevin. The tension between them had reached its peak, and you were begging that somehow they could pull it together. "For fucks sake Jey, act like you don't hate me for once and tag me in!!"

Jey, who finally put his pride away and realized the urgency, finally tagged Sami in. Sami entered the ring, facing off against Kevin, who was now the legal man for the opposing team. The match had reached a critical point, and the outcome hung in the balance.

Sami hesitated as him and Kevin stood off in the middle of the ring. The history between them, both as friends and rivals, one that you shared with them, added an extra layer of intensity to the match. You were internally screaming at Sami. Do not hesitate, Sami. DO NOT HESITATE!

It seemed like Sami was about to extend his hand for a shake, a momentary truce in the midst of the chaos. However, as Kevin reached out, Sami's hesitation turned into a sudden change of heart. He pulled his hand back and delivered a swift kick to Kevin's midsection.

"YESS!" You screamed out to encourage Sami's aggression. "BEAT HIS ASS, SAMI!"

Sami, fueled by a combination of frustration, rivalry, and the desire to prove his loyalty to the Bloodline, relentlessly attacked Kevin. It hurt you to see, but you knew Roman would hurt you more if you lost.

The match continued with a back-and-forth exchange between Sami and Kevin. Sami, fueled by a mix of frustration and determination, unleashed a barrage of strikes on Kevin, each blow carrying the weight of the internal conflict within the Bloodline.

Sami, driven by his internal conflict and the external pressure from you and the looming consequences with Roman Reigns, continued to dominate Kevin in the ring. The referee tried to maintain order, but the animosity between the two wrestlers seemed to overshadow any attempts at sportsmanship.

Jey was watching the intense exchange between Sami and Kevin. He nodded approvingly at Sami's aggressive display, knowing that their allegiance to the Bloodline had to be unwavering.

Seth, sensing that the end was near, ran into the ring and tried to pull Sami off of Kevin as he had Kevin in the corner, but Jey intercepted Ezekiel with a super kick, sending him sprawling outside the ring.

You held your breath as you watched Kevin try to gather his bearings, and as the ref tried to separate Seth and Jey, you knew you had to do something to secure the win, or Jey distracting the ref will cost all of you.

You slipped inside the ring to the corner, avoided looking Kevin in the eyes, and hit Kevin with your title, making him slump in the corner.

"Come on, Sami! Finish him!" you shouted, rallying behind your guys.

Sami, momentarily surprised by your interference, quickly recovered and seized the opportunity. He delivered a devastating Helluva Kick to Kevin, who crumpled to the mat. The referee, having missed your interference, turned around just in time to see Sami covering Kevin for the pin.

The referee counted: "One! Two! Three!"

The bell rang, signaling the victory for your team. Sami quickly stood up, a mix of exhaustion and triumph on his face. You screamed in joy, sliding into the ring, out of instinct jumping into Sami's arms to celebrate the hard-fought victory. The arena erupted with a mix of cheers and boos, but for you and your team, it was a moment of glory.

Sami, not expecting you to hug him so aggressively, slightly stumbled, but he quickly caught his balance and reciprocated the hug. The adrenaline was still pumping through both of you, and the taste of victory was sweet. You slid out of Sami's arms and yelled for Jey to join you guys.

"JEYY!!" You yelled out for your boyfriend, waving him over. Jey, seeing the tag titles in your hands, grinned and entered the ring, and you hugged him in glee. "We fucking did it!!" The three of you stood there, victorious, with the championship titles gleaming in the arena lights.

Despite the tension earlier, Sami held out a hand to Jey after you finished hugging him. Jey's face turned into a mix of anger and uncertainty as Sami extended his hand for a shake after the three of you went up the ramp. The history between them was complex, and it seemed like this moment could go either way. "Jey, please. Roman wants unity, I want unity, and I know you want it too."

Sami said earnestly, the exhaustion from the match evident in his voice.

Jey hesitated, eyeing Sami's hand for a moment. The crowd was still buzzing with the aftermath of the match, and the tension in the ring was palpable. After a brief pause, Jey sighed, and it actually looked like he was thinking about shaking Sami's hand, but then, Kevin's voice was heard over a mic. "No, No, NOO!"

You turned to the ring, where you saw Kevin, ,still recovering from the match, grabbed a microphone and struggled to his feet inside the ring.

The moment of potential unity shattered as Sami and Jey turned their attention to Kevin, their expressions a mix of annoyance and frustration.

He pointed at Sami, Jey, and you with a determined glare. "I let you guys take Y/N, a-and turn her into this clone of Roman! But I won't let you destroy Sami too!"

You pursed your lips as you listened to Kevin's passionate outburst. The atmosphere in the ring shifted, and the celebration came to an abrupt halt. "Kevin, just cause you are mad that you lost-"

"It's not even about the loss!" Kevin interrupted, his voice filled with frustration and anger. "I let you run your mouth and act like a lunatic for 2 years, I let Roman drag my best friend into this mess and turn her into something she's not! But I won't let you ruin Sami's life too. I won't let you and Roman manipulate him like you did to Y/N!"

Sami still catching his breath, stepped forward. "Kevin, I made my choice. I'm not being manipulated. I chose this path, and I won't let anyone question my decisions."

Kevin chuckled bitterly. "You're blinded, Sami. You both are naive as always, and I won't let you guys ruin your lives." He paused for a moment, looking at each of you in the ring. "I told you to stay on Smackdown, and we’d be fine. That if you came to Raw, there would be consequences. Well, here they are."

Kevin took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing with determination. "I'M COMING FOR ROMAN AT SURVIVOR SERIES, AND I'M SHOWING EVERYONE THAT TRIBAL CHIEF IS NOTHING THAN AN ASSHOLE BY CHALLENGING HIM TO WARGAMES!”

The crowd erupted into cheers at Kevin's bold declaration. You exchanged worried glances with Jey and Sami.

No no no, this was not supposed to happen!

You were supposed to come to Raw to secure unity, not ignite a war. But it was clear that Kevin had other plans. The tension in the air escalated, and the consequences of your actions were unfolding right before your eyes.

You were speechless and afraid, Sami looked conflicted, torn between the unity Roman desired and the loyalty to his best friend, Kevin, and Jey looked mad as hell.

Before any of you could speak, Kevin stared directly into the camera, addressing Roman Reigns, "Roman, you took Y/N from me, twisted her into something she’s not. I won’t let you do the same to Sami. At Survivor Series, I’m gonna take your dignity, my best friends back, and then I’m gonna take YOUR TITLE!”

The intensity in Kevin's words hung heavy in the air, creating a storm of emotions and uncertainty. The path to unity seemed to have taken an unexpected turn towards a brewing conflict. But even though things were uncertain, you knew one thing.

Roman was gonna kill you after this.

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Reunited

Part 25

Illumi x Reader x Feitan

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It had nearly been a week since (Name) had saved the strange man, and she still hadn’t been able to learn his name.

He was still rude and violent if pushed, but he had chilled out considerably. Feitan allowed her to feed him and took his medication when asked, if begrudgingly so.

It was a sunny afternoon, the smell of her lemon tree calling to her. It had been a while since (Name) had made lemonade, because it was a lot of work for just one person.

But now she had a guest, and decided that it would be worth it now.

Feitan sat on the couch, watching some random program on the tv absentmindedly. He glanced at the girl pulling a pair of socks on near the front door.

“… what you doing?”

(Name) looked up after tying her shoe. “I’m gonna pick some lemons! Do you like lemonade?”

He never answered her immediately, so (Name) continued getting ready until he replied.

“Sometimes.”

She hummed. “Is there a reason you only like it sometimes?”

“Too sour.”

(Name) patted herself on her shoulder for being able to hold a conversation with him for longer than five seconds. “Okie dokie! I’ll make sure it’s nice and sweet then.”

Feitan didn’t respond, only watching her leave with a raised eyebrow.

(Name) returned 30 minutes later carrying a basket full of lemons. Her forehead was covered in sweat as she dropped the basket off on her table.

Feitan turned to watch her, a habit he had picked up within the past two days. Whenever Feitan didn’t understand something, he’d observe it until he did.

(Name) wasn’t very easy to understand, however.

The girl at down and began to juice the lemons, humming to a song that Feitan didn’t know. The citrusy smell of lemons filled the air as she toss the remains of the lemons into a plastic box.

Feitan turned his attention back to the TV. He didn’t find her that interesting, but he caught himself stealing glances at her as she worked.

“Hmm, this should be enough…”

He heard her chair squeak as she stood, carrying the lemon juice to a pitcher, where she added sugar and water.

“It’s ready, I’ll bring you a cup!”

She sat a cup of lemonade in front of him, making sure the straw she provided was reachable. He waited for her to walk back to grab her own cup before taking a sip.

(Name) had made it sweet enough to satisfy the man’s needs, Feitan downing the drink in seconds. He hadn’t realized how thirsty he was.

——————

“Hey, no offense, but you’re gonna need to bathe. You’re starting to smell.”

Feitan looked up at the woman hovering over him with a towel and a change of clothes in hand. He scowled at her, a growl in his voice.

“How I bathe if can’t move arms? Stupid.”

She waved her hand dismissively. “I’ll help you, of c-“

“No.”

(Name) groaned. “Ugh, I thought we were over this by now. Why won’t you just let me help you?”

He gave her a warning look, causing the girl to cross her arms in defiance.

Feitan narrowed his eyes at her, making sure her eyes were on his hands as he sharpened his nails into points. “Warning you. Don’t touch.”

She sighed and stepped back. “At least let me give you a sponge bath or something. Wouldn’t it feel nice to be clean?”

He hesitantly looked between her and the mirror facing the wall.

His hair was greasy, and he doubted he smelled good. Feitan didn’t know why this made him feel slightly insecure, but he reluctantly nodded his head.

“Okay, but stop if I say. Or hurt you.”

Feitan followed her into the barroom, sitting on the edge of the tub as she warmed up the water.

“I’m gonna remove your bandages, alright?”

He nodded and watched as her fingers delicately unwrapped his bandages, being careful not to brush against his wounds. He found it amusing how she jerked back when he made even the slightest of movements, looking up to make sure she hadn’t hurt him.

Once finished, she stood up and grabbed a rag, wetting it with soap and water before gently brushing it over his back.

He tensed at contact, shooting her a glance as she gently rubbed at his sensitive skin. Next, she moved to wash his chest, looking away bashfully.

This didn’t go unnoticed by the man. Did she find him attractive, or was she embarrassed to be bathing a man, one she didn’t really know at that? Either way he found it quite funny how she shrunk under his intense gaze, looking everywhere but his face as she washed him.

She applied some cleanser to his face, holding back a giggle at his grumpy expression. He looked kind of cute when he wasn’t biting at her fingers!

She rinsed his face, careful not to get any soap in his eyes. Feitan usually just washed with water and whatever soap he could get his hands on, so this facial cleanser was a new experience for him, one he didn’t entirely hate.

“Okay, I’m gonna wash your hair now. I’m gonna need to get in the tub to do this.”

She rolled up her pants legs, the man watching her as she did. (Name) stepped into the tub, turning on the removable shower head and wetting his hair.

Feitan had to admit, having someone play with his hair felt good in more ways than one. Her fingers combed through his locs with care, asking him several times if it was okay.

“… it’s okay. Keep going.”

She didn’t judge him for his dirty hair, only diligently cleaning it. (Name) didn’t once make him feel uncomfortable or hurt him, something that made him relax under her touch.

He stiffened when she added the conditioner, not used to the texture of it. “This helps keep your hair soft so it doesn’t tangle. Wanna see the bottle?”

He looked over the bottle with a curious eye. It was a woman’s conditioner, strawberry scented. Although his pride didn’t want him smelling like a girl, he couldn’t help but find comfort in the soft scent.

She finished washing his hair by rinsing, grabbing a towel to dry it off. “Okay, almost done. I’ll dry your hair and then you can change into some fresh clothes.”

Something about her talking through every step felt reassuring to the man. She treated him so gently, like he was glass that would break with too much pressure. The woman didn’t know how wrong she was to think that. It was her that could easily be crushed under his foot like a bug.

So why did even the thought of harming her make him uneasy?

“There! Do you feel any better?”

Feitan looked himself over in the mirror. He still had dark circles under his eyes and a frown on his lips, but his hair was neatly(or well as neatly as possible) brushed and his face clean of any dirt or blood.

He looked nice, handsome even.

‘Wonder if she thinks I’m handsome…’

Wait, where did that come from?

The man stood up and left without another word, kicking the door to his bedroom shut behind him.

———————

His stares only intensified the following days, but now he was beginning to follow her around the house. (Name) would be cooking dinner, look over her shoulder, and he’d be there, just observing her.

He didn’t seem to understand that what he was doing would be seen as creepy to some people. In his mind he was trying to figure her out and what she wanted from him, and why she acted the way she did.

(Name) would attempt to place a hand on his shoulder or brush his hair out of his face, just for him to run away and stare at her from a distance. He was kind of like a skittish cat.

She didn’t understand his strange behavior. What did he want from her?

“Are you gonna tell me your name yet?”

The two were sat down at the dining table, Feitan sipping on a milk shake she’d prepared for him. He stopped sipping to look at her suspiciously.

“Why you need to know?”

“It would be a lot easier to talk to you if I knew your name.”

He frowned. “Don’t need to talk to me.”

This went on for a few more days, the man’s eyes following her wherever she went. It was almost like he enjoyed sneaking up behind her, causing her to jump in fright when she turned around. Feitan didn’t have a lot of control over his current situation, so this was his way of taking control.

At the two week mark, Feitan was able to walk for a few minutes before needing to rest. His weakened body frustrated him to no end.

“Do you have any family that you can contact?”

Feitan looked up from his lap to see (Name) standing in front of him. She was carrying a basket on her hip, the sound of clinking jars telling him she’d filled it with the jam and jelly she’d been making.

“No family, but some… acquaintances.”

She nodded and opened up her notes app. “Can you tell me their numbers? We don’t have signal out here, but I should be able to call them when I get to town.”

He eyed her for a moment, searching for any malicious intent behind her e/c eyes, but there was none. Feitan sighed and started listing out numbers, barking out insults when she needed him to repeat it.

“I give you my boss’s number. Don’t waste his time, tell him Feitan asked you to call. Say I got hurt, but alive.”

(Name) paused, glancing up at him as she typed the number into her phone.

“So… your name is Feitan?”

He scowled. “If you know boss’s number, my name doesn’t matter.”

She looked back to her phone before responding.

“It’s a nice name.”

——————

Feitan watched her leave, smirking when she tripped on some gravel. Over the past two weeks he’d come to know her as a bit of a klutz, constantly tripping over her own two feet.

For a moment he wondered how easy it would be to kill her. She was weak, even in his current state he could end her life easily. It would be tough to eat by himself and keep his wounds clean, but feitan had been through worse.

Just the thought of her blood on his hands made him pause. An uncomfortable feeling settled into his chest. It felt wrong to think about killing her, as if it were taboo. He shook his head.

‘Just a random woman, no reason to not kill her. Already knows your name, she is a liability.’

He nodded to himself, glancing at the mirror across from him. He watched as his face twisted into an uncomfortable grimace as he imagined taking her life.

The man hadn’t even bothered to remember her name, so why did he care if he killed her or not? It confused and annoyed him.

‘Whatever, think about that later.’

Feitan used her absence as an opportunity to do some light exercise.

(Name) didn’t prevent him from doing what he wanted, but she would hover over him if she thought he was overexerting himself, which he found endlessly annoying.

He started with some sit ups. They were easy to do without the use of his arms, and would help build up his core strength.

——————

(Name) sat behind her booth at the farmers market, typing the phone number and pressing call.

It rang for a few seconds before being picked up, the sound of a man’s voice on the other end.

“Hello?”

(Name) blinked. ‘Wow, that’s the voice of a handsome man…’

“Um, hi! I’m calling on behalf of Feitan!”

The line was quiet for a moment before he answered. The man seemed amused, a laugh echoing into the receiver.

“Oh, really? Why’s that?”

“Oops, sorry just one second!”

(Name) handed a woman a jar of canned peaches, thanking her for her patronage. Once finished she quickly replied.

“Sorry, I’m working right now but he asked me to call you because he was hurt during… a mission? I think that’s what he said. Both of his arms are paralyzed and he’s just now able to walk easily again.”

The man hummed. “I see. Who are you to Feitan?”

(Name) laughed. “By the way he looks at me you’d think I’m his worst enemy, but I guess I’m just the person that found him. Oh, do you need my address? Sorry, I know how suspicious this all must sound. I’d put him on the phone but we don’t have any signal at my house, I had to go to town to call you.”

“You’re fine, miss. I can tell by your voice you’re not lying. Send me your address and I’ll send one of my comrades to check the situation out when they’re available.”

“Of course!”

The two chatted for a bit longer. He was much more talkative than Feitan, introducing himself as Chrollo. The man seemed interested in her, asking random questions that sometimes teetered on too personal. She didn’t seem to care about that too much, answering to her best ability.

“Hmm, that’s interesting. You’ll have to send me some of that jam.”

“Definitely. Are you a fan of jam and syrup, Mr. Chrollo?”

“Chrollo is fine, and yes. Especially when they are home made. There’s something endearing about the domesticity of it.”

(Name) didn’t really understand what he was talking about, but hummed in agreement none the less.

“Well, I must be going (Name). I had a nice time talking with you. If you can’t reach me through calling, text me. I am usually busy with work, but I’ll respond eventually.”

(Name) nodded, but quickly realized he couldn’t see her. “Yes, I understand. Thank you for speaking with me!”

“Oh, and one last thing before you leave.”

(Name) paused, saying silent and waiting for him to continue.

“Tell Feitan I said to be… careful with you. Excuse his behavior please, he is not used to women. Especially when they dote on him, I imagine it must be hard for him to handle.”

“Oh, I see. I’ll make sure to tell him. Goodbye Chrollo, be safe.”

The man paused at this, if only for a second. “You as well, (Name). Goodbye.”

—————

Chrollo clicked the button to end the call. He stared at his phone for a moment, a soft look in his eyes.

Throughout their conversation, he had been carefully asking questions that would help him delve into her psyche. She passed his tests with flying colors, not giving him a single red flag to grab on to.

She obviously wasn’t bothered by Feitan and his behavior in the slightest, even having an endearing tone when speaking about him. Although she had only known the short man for 2 weeks, it was clear the girl cared for his well being.

“He’s in good hands. Though, it might be best for you to pay them a visit to see the extent of his injuries, and the steps we should take next.”

A hulking figure of a man stepped into the light, crushing a now empty can of soda in his fist. “Little Fei is getting special treatment from a dame? Never would have thought he’d allow that.”

The man let out a barking laugh, slapping a hand over his knee. Chrollo smiled softly, crossing his legs. “Try not to damage any of the woman’s belongings. She’s caring for a fellow spider, Feitan at that, so her works cut out for her.”

Uvogin’s laughing died down, the man serious. “Do you think she may be the one?”

Chrollo hummed, looking off in thought. “Maybe. Depends on how Feitan’s feelings develop. With the fact she’s still alive, I think there’s hope.”

Chrollo had a soft spot for his short friend. Feitan may seem cruel and unapproachable, but behind the layers of coldness and anger was the need to be loved. Although he was better at hiding it from most people, Chrollo, Uvogin, and Phinks knew better than anyone that Feitan needed the soft touch of a woman in his life.

It may be strange for a thief to care that much about their friends love life, but the Phantom Troupe weren’t exactly the most normal of people.

“I know you’re a great judge of character, Uvo. If she seems off, don’t hesitate.”

Uvogin grinned, his teeth bared. “Trust me, I won’t.”

——————

Feitan sat up when he heard the sound of the doorknob jiggling. He could sense (Name) behind the front door, unlocking it.

“Feitan, I’m home!”

He stiffened at the sound of his name before he remembered giving it to her just hours before. The man stood and walked into the living room, watching her open empty jars and set them in the sink to wash later.

“Talk to boss?”

She nodded, brushing the dust off her hands. “Yes! He said he’s sending someone to check on you.”

Feitan nodded. He’d expected that. Chrollo was a great leader, and any great leader would make sure the people working for him were safe and in good health. He was kind like that, having saved Feitan more than once from fates worse than death.

“Anything else?”

“Oh. He said to… be careful with me.”

She seemed to have not wanted to say that, busying herself with unloading the jars. He raised an eyebrow, approaching her.

“Already am careful. If I wasn’t, you’d be dead.”

He wasn’t lying, he’d certainly held back even when lashing out against her. It would be a hassle to clean up a dead body when he couldn’t move his arms, at least that’s the excuse he gave himself for not ripping out her throat with his teeth when she touched him.

“Oh. Well thanks for not killing me.”

That’s a response he hadn’t been expecting. No, she shouldn’t give him a sweet smile and thank him for sparing her life, that’s not what she was supposed to do. She was supposed to be scared, flinch from his touch and avoid him, leaving him to his own devices so he could ignore her presence.

She had a habit of making things much harder on him.

“… don’t thank me, idiot.”

Despite his petty insults, she continued smiling as she scrubbed the jars clean.

—————

“Feitan!”

The man looked up to see (Name) running towards him from outside, kicking off her dirty shoes before walking in.

“… what?”

She smiled down at him. “You should come outside with me today!”

“… why?”

(Name) giggled, walking around and grabbing various items. A towel, an umbrella, and a foldable chair we’re among some of the items being snatched up.

“It’s nice out so I’m gonna swim! The water might feel nice on your body.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, glancing between the girl and her ever growing hoard of items she planned on bringing with her.

“I don’t swim.”

She tilted her head. “You can’t swim?”

“No, just don’t enjoy it.”

She bummed. “Well, if you don’t like swimming you can just dip your feet in the water and relax under the sun. I’ll bring an umbrella if you get too hot!”

She beamed at him, her eyes shining. He tried to think of an excuse to not go, but each one was quickly shot down in his mind.

If he said he wasn’t feeling well, she’d stay and dote on him, if he said he was tired she’d tuck him into bed and stay by his side to make sure he wasn’t getting worse again.

Feitan couldn’t think of anything, so he nodded.

“Alright… just for a little while.”

——————

Feitan regretted his choice almost immediately.

The girl was quick to run off, stating she needed to change. He didn’t understand why that was necessary, she should have been able to swim in what she’d already been wearing. Then he remembered.

When most people swam, they wore bathing suits.

(Name) walked out of the bathroom wearing a simple pink one piece, pulling up a pair of white swim shorts over her hips as she walked out. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, his gaze lingering on her chest and ass.

She wasn’t what he thought his type was. He’d never been interested in women, but from what he’d seen men usually liked thin women with small waists and large breasts.

She certainly had large breasts, but she was not thin. It was obvious when he woke up with her pants hanging on his waist that she wasn’t a small girl.

But he couldn’t help but find his eyes glued to her figure. She was attractive, and he hated her for it.

“Feitan, are you ready? I’ve got some shorts and a tshirt for you to change into if you’d like.”

He didn’t really see a point in arguing, so he allowed her to help him into the shirt.

—————

Feitan had to admit, it was nice out.

The sun shone in the sky, but it’s rays were gentle. The countryside (Name) lived in was usually sweltering hot, even Feitan breaking out in a sweat, and he’d been raised in a desert. But right now, it was a comfortable amount of heat, just enough for Feitan to be able to nap.

The girl set up a spot for Feitan to sit before lathering his exposed parts in sunscreen. He didn’t complain, mostly because he knew how his fair skin would fare if she didn’t.

“Okay, now my turn!”

She slipped her shorts off right in front of him and set them by his feet. He watched as she lathered herself in sunscreen, humming as she did.

There was something strangely fascinating about her unaware nature. Did she notice him staring at her with his intense gaze, eyes darting from her ass, to her thighs, to her face, and back to her ass?

He felt a little bit embarrassed, not because he felt shame for viewing her in such a way, but because he should have more control over himself.

In his 25 years of life he’d never felt the need to look at a woman the way he was now. What was she doing to him? She was pretty, something that Feitan was still processing.

“I’m gonna go swim now, just call for me if you want to go inside!”

She was quick to run, tripping over the river rocks before getting up and running again. He snickered to himself, watching as she jumped into the water.

(Name) surfaced and let out a squeal, complaining that it was cold.

“If cold, get out.”

She pouted at this and stuck her tongue out at him before diving back into the depths.

——————

“Feitan! Feitannn look!”

The man opened his eyes to see (Name) waving to him from the water. He raised an eyebrow.

“What?” he asked, annoyance clear in his tone.

“Watch!!”

She dipped under the water, only for both of her legs to stick up out of the river, wiggling them around. (Name) surfaced, taking in a breath before smiling at him.

“Did you see? I did a handstand?”

‘What is she, a kid?’

He scoffed and leaned back against his chair. “You can’t do one on land? Dumb.”

She didn’t reply, so he opened an eye to see her expression had soured. “Hmph.”

The girl dipped back into the water, swimming a bit further down the river until she was out of sight.

‘What’s up with her?’ He thought, watching her until he couldn’t anymore. ‘Whatever.’

The man dozed off, letting sleep take him.

When he woke up, about an hour had passed. He opened his eyes and peered around.

He didn’t immediately spot (Name) but when he did he bursted into laughter.

“What are you laughing at?”

The girl sat on the riverside, her cheek red with an imprint the shape of a fishtail. She held a bucket, the sound of something thrashing inside it clueing Feitan in to what might be in there.

“You- you got slapped by fish!” He couldn’t help but double over in laughter, his amusement only increasing when she huffed.

“I MAY have gotten smacked by a fish, but at least I still caught it! It took a while because it kept slipping out of my hands-“

He stopped laughing for a moment to stare at her with a dumbfounded face. “… you catch his hands? Do you not have net?”

She didn’t reply, but he could see her working out the answer on her face, her pout slowly turning into an embarrassed expression.

“Well. It’s caught.”

If she was anything, (Name) was certainly entertaining.

Feitan stood and walked over, peering into the bucket.

He was surprised to see the fish took up most of the space in the large bucket, bearing its strangely sharp teeth. He glanced back up at the girl, raising an eyebrow.

Was she some kind of mountain girl? How did she catch this beast of a fish with only a slap of its tail to show for it?

———————

“Did you enjoy your nap?”

Feitan glanced at the girl who was toweling off next to him, tearing his gaze away when she caught him staring. “It was okay.”

She bummed in response, dropping the towel and bending over to pick up her shorts. The woman pulled them up over her thighs, jumping around to get them over her ass.

“Ugh it sucks putting on clothes when you’re all wet.” She complained, unaware of the man’s eyes on her form.

“Should have dried off more.”

She nodded with a sigh. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I’m not very patient, though.”

She sat down at the edge of his chair, her thigh brushing his. Feitan pulled away, shooting her a glare. He still didn’t like any unnecessary physical contact, using his knee to prod at her side. “Move.”

She glanced back at him. “I just need to put my shoes on, it’ll only take a second.”

Feitan would regret the next words out of his mouth for a long time, physically cringing at himself far into the future.

The man shoved his knee into her back. “Gonna break the chair, fatty. Get up.”

For the first time since he’d come to be under her care, (Name) listened immediately.

She was strangely quiet, her usually constantly moving body completely still, rigid even.

“… sorry. You’re right.”

Feitan watched as she picked up her towel and wrapped it around her shoulders. “… I’m going inside to make dinner.”

With that she left without another word, her steps careful and quiet.

Feitan didn’t think anything of this reaction at first, just scoffing before lying back down to nap again.

——————

He first noticed her strange behavior when he walked inside to see her wearing a thin long sleeve shirt and pajama pants. She usually wore a pair of shorts and tank tops around the house. He didn’t blame her, it was hot, even during a day as nice as that one.

He watched her stiffen when he walked in, pulling at the fabric around her stomach nervously. “Welcome back. Dinner is almost ready.”

Feitan walked past her to the bathroom, grunting in response.

The next thing he noticed was she didn’t make herself a plate during dinner.

She would usually eat as she fed him, stealing bites of her food as he chewed his. Tonight, she just fed him quietly.

After he was finished, (Name) would peek at him from the kitchen, quickly turning away when they’d make eye contact. This was weird behavior, even for her.

“What you want?” he asked, peering at her from the corner of his eye. She stiffened at his question, playing with the hem of her shirt.

“N-nothing. It’s just late, so I assumed you’d be sleeping soon.”

He hummed. Wanting to test something out, he faked a yawn. “Yeah.”

Feitan walked to his room, peeking through the crack in the door.

(Name) leaned against the counter to see that he had left before sighing, pulling her long sleeve shirt off to reveal a tank top underneath. She fanned herself as she made her plate of food, sitting down at the dinner table and eating alone.

Feitan may sense, but the man was perceptive. Why was she acting like this?

He had only two people he could think about asking, but quickly shook the thought from his head. Why did he care if she was acting strange? As long as she performed her duties, it didn’t matter.

But still seeing her shrink under his gaze uncomfortably made him… nervous. He didn’t like it.

He climbed into bed, looking up at his ceiling. A frown pulled at his lips, the man falling into an uneasy sleep.

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