i can't sleep, so i'm going to bless you all with a dream i had the other night ft. the bloodline, kevin owens, and sami zayn.
a friend of mine (unidentified in dream, but i believe female?) and i are backstage at an event. i am wearing a kevin owens shirt, and i have a red bloodline beanie on my belt. fuck if i know what my friend was wearing. but we're looking out of this giant window, and the area we're in is quiet, and the view is just gorgeous - like new york, almost. we're talking about how i've really grown fond of sami in terms of attractiveness (because while he's cute, he's certainly not my typical type).
so who pops up? sami, of course! in a fucking crane. outside of the window. grinning as if he's been blessed by my attraction to him. now, i don't quite remember our conversation (oh, should i mention he casually broke through the window, climbed out of the crane, and just started speaking to us as if it was fucking normal?), but i do remember a little bit of flirting. something like: "well, i'm just very flattered, you're very sweet, oh you're a big fan of kev? i just know he'd love you, etc." he was definitely eating it up with that little grin that he does, you know the one.
eventually, sami invites us to the 'exclusive' area. now, you might be thinking that this is some lounge backstage. you're very, very, extremely wrong. no, you see, sami takes my friend and i to this area with a ring. it's not the ring, but it's a ring backstage surrounded by glass flooring. yes, glass. i know, i know, what a hazard. anyways, sami turns to us, and he tells us to follow him.
he. goes. under. the. ring.
like any normal people, we excitedly and obediently follow! underneath the ring is this giant hole of water, and sami hops right on in. he tells us to trust the current, not to fight it. and he disappears into a void of water. so we follow! because that's normal and sami told us to do it, so it's obviously safe.
this water- it's not really water as much as it is slime. it's not sticky or anything like that, but it's thick and we're not really wet or anything. it's hard to describe, really. the current is strong, but we let it carry us instead of flipping out. we swirl and turn and do all of these sickening movements before we end up at a clearing of sorts, outside of the weird water. it's small; it's only got this ladder leading down into something. so, we go.
at the bottom of the ladder, there's this big room surrounded by the weird water but not consumed by it. in the middle of the room, there's a table large enough to house at least twenty, fitted with chairs. there's a monitor of the actual ring in one of the corners. and there's sami zayn, sitting at one of the chairs with a grin. he welcomes us to the exclusive hangout, and he tells us that he's invited a few friends to join.
sami talks bashfully about his time in the ring, trying to flirt every now and then. i'm sitting beside him, and my friend sits across from me. he doesn't move to touch me or anything, but he's clearly enamoured. blushing and smiling and almost being a schoolboy with his flirtations.
sometime soon after, kevin pops out of the void with this indescribably flirtatious cockiness about him. he's got the smirk, the puffed chest, but he's still acting like kevin, if that makes any sense. and when he sees the shirt i'm wearing? it's over. he thanks sami for inviting him down, commenting that he's thrilled to be around two lovely people. he comes over, says i'm in his chair. weird because there's a million around, but i apologize and stand. he sits down, and without missing a beat, pulls me into his lap with my legs dangling toward sami and my arm thrown around his neck. i'm a blushing mess. sami playfully scolds kevin. kevin says something about me being a fan ("oh come on, she's a fan! isn't that right, sweetheart?" is what i personally like to imagine).
sami is clearly a little jealous at all of the attention i'm giving kevin because he keeps looking over with this little bit of a sad look as he's talking to my friend. meanwhile, kevin and i are talking amongst ourselves very lightly, giggling and being entirely too close together. one of his hands is behind my back, supporting me, and the other is rubbing soothing circles on my thigh. he is 100% a cocky douchebag, definitely giving 2015-16 vibes.
in pops roman reigns. he is uncharacteristically nice - for the time being, thanking sami for letting him know about the guests (friend and i). roman shows a little distaste toward kevin's treatment of me, making some kind of comment under his breath (i like to think it was a simple "what the hell is wrong with you" type of comment). he tells sami that the rest of the bloodline will be along shortly. roman proceeds to engage in conversation with the friend mostly due to the fact that kevin might have well claimed me at this point.
jimmy comes barreling in first, laughing his ass off. jey follows, also laughing. it's something to do with solo, but neither man can calm down enough to spit it out. a few moments pass and solo comes in, absolutely fucking drenched in water. sami comments that that's the reason you shouldn't fight the current. solo tells him to shut the hell up. the twins calm their laughing to snickering. and as everything calms, the other three members of the bloodline seem to notice us (friend and i).
jey comes straight at kevin with the "why the hell she in your lap" type of talk. he sees the bloodline beanie hanging from my belt and tells kevin that he's clearly had his time, now it's time for the bloodline to get to know me. kevin snaps back that i'm perfectly fine with him. i stay silent. i'm not trying to get my ass beat here in the exclusives lounge. sami tells everyone to calm down, that this is supposed to be a nice time for everyone.
in the spirit of keeping things light, kevin sends me out of his lap and across the room to the three other members of the bloodline. jimmy has already taken a seat. jey, though, puts on a nasty smile to piss kevin off and asks very bluntly which member of the bloodline i'd like the honor of sitting on. sami jumps in with how it's inappropriate and i don't have to answer. jey pushes for an answer. solo finds a seat, though he's staring. i eventually mumble out that i most like solo. jey doesn't take it too hard, but he's obviously a little jealous. playfully, though, he makes some comment toward his younger brother ("look at you lil bro, our little sweetheart here likes you" or something mayhaps) and pushes me into his lap. i stumble a bit and end up in a much more compromising position than with kevin; i'm more or less straddling solo.
kevin immediately starts to protest. sami does what he can to calm him, but he's looking much more upset now that i'm with solo. solo and i are just kinda frozen, his hands resting on my lower back/ass area. i awkwardly adjust to sit on him as i had kevin. solo is much less intimate than kevin, but he does lean in my ear and whisper something about being a fan ("so, you a fan of mine, huh, baby?" yesyesyes). i'm blushing. my friend is chatting up jimmy.
jey suggests that we play a verbal game of some kind. we all agree. he immediately turns and asks me and my friend to list everyone in the room off in the order we'd most like to fuck them. again, there is an uproar from sami. but, we eventually agree. my friend lists off roman, jimmy, jey, sami, solo, and then kevin. roman takes a sudden interest in her. i, hiding my face behind a wall of red blush, bashfully call out the order: kevin and solo are tied, jey, sami and roman are tied, and jimmy. jimmy tells me that he and jey should be tied as they're twins. jey laughs and says it's the attitude. sami looks upset. roman looks offended. kevin and solo are staring each other down with murder in their eyes.
and that's all i really remember. it's a lot more than i thought it would be in all honesty.
