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wrote a samiroman thing before elimination chamber this weekend!! prepping myself for pain with more pain!!!!! :D :D :D

in your heart (or in your way)

Sami did not instantly feel anger.

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Loyalty- Chapter 1: The Beginning.

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Chapter Summary: The cracks in your sweet persona are showing. Jey wants to help you through them, and Roman wants to capitalize on them.

word count: 13,992 (ik it's long but bare with me!!! you'll get less chapters more content, trust me pls :)) warnings: manipulation, cheating, wrestling related violence.

WRESTLEMANIA BACKLASH 2020

Blue. 

Blue used to be your favorite color. The serene hue that used to beckon memories of tranquility, now seemed tainted by the complexities of the present. Your once form fitted sparkling blue gear was now blood stained and glimmering with sweat, the championship it matched no longer in your grasp. 

But now, the color made you want to throw up. The sight of you made you want to throw up.

You stared back at your reflection in your dressing room mirror, the dressing room mirror reflecting an image you hardly recognized. Your face was bruised and distorted, your eye swollen shut and lip cut and bleeding from the fight you were in just moments ago with Ronda Rousey.

And just a few minutes before that match, you were informed that you would be dropping your Smackdown Women's Championship to her, because they thought that was what was best for business. Because not telling you beforehand wasn't what was best for business.

Casting you- the nicknamed Princess of Pain of WWE because of your kind nature and killer attitude in the ring-one of the biggest babyfaces on the roster, one of the biggest merch sellers, one of the greatest on the mic and in the ring, and finally one of their champions after so many years of crawling to the top from the NXT food chain to your win against Sasha Banks in one of the most historic main events ever at Wrestlemania to hold your first main roster title- to the side after less than a month as a champion was best for business.

Making you finally have your moment on the grandest stage of them all only to have it shattered so soon at Ronda's request after she just came back from her months-long vacation was best for business. 

Sami tried to console you, he knew from the look on your face as you left the meeting before your match and ran into him that something was horribly wrong.

But you brushed off his attempts at comforting you with a solemn smile and a 'I'm fine, don't worry about me, Sami.' and took off before he could inquire any more. If he pushed any more with those brown eyes that always seemed to know what you were thinking and those warm arms that he outstretched towards you, you knew you would fall into them and cry. 

You decided instead of yelling at management, you tried to make the best of it and lead Ronda into a good match and push any animosity you had and be cordial- you could get another opportunity in the future. And maybe this would lead to one of your friends-like Liv or Rhea-taking the title off of her and getting their moment they absolutely deserved.

But all those thoughts left your brain when she stared back across the ring from you with that stupid smirk across her face and went off script and punched you square in the nose so hard that it broke and your face was trickled with blood before the bell even rang.

There would be no holding back, you thought. Even if I lose, I'ma make sure I come out the true fucking winner and make her work for it.

And work for it Ronda did. The two of you beat the holy hell out of each other. Under the bright lights, punches were not pulled, and bodies were broken.

The commentary table was destroyed when you pile-driven Ronda through it. Your face was covered in grim and blood from where Ronda attacked it, the blood getting into your eyes and making you wipe it every 5 seconds. and Ronda's shoulder was dislocated from where you rammed a chair into it, relishing in her cries of pain.

How's it feel going off script now, bitch?, you thought. 

Sami knew you weren't okay though when Ronda finally got you into a sleeper hold and your eyes fluttered shut after hanging on for so long, and instead of tapping out as planned, deciding to pass out.

Ronda clearly didn't like what you were doing, since she tightened her grip on your neck and didn't let go for a full five minutes, only pushing herself off of you when Adam Pearce and medical/security staff finally convinced her to let go of you.

"I'm what's best for business!" She screamed into your face, waving your title around with a cocky smirk on her face as she watched you glare at her, pushing away the medical staff weakly and refuse to get on the stretcher, much to their chagrin. "Not some nice weak little bitch who peaked in NXT!"

Her words hurt more than the physical pain you were in, and you kept repeating them in your mind as you wiped your face, wincing with every wipe.

You went to medical, but there was only so much they could do. They put your nose back in place, (Sami barged into the room and forced you to let him stay, and his hand almost broke under your grip when the doctor was fixing your nose), disinfected your lip, gave you some pain meds, and told you that you'd be cleared to wrestle in a couple of weeks, and instructed you to put ice on your bruised body. 

Sami was planning on getting your stuff from your locker room and bringing you to your hotel room so he could help you relax (much to your annoyance, all you wanted to do was be alone and wallow in your own self-pity), when you ran into a concerned looking Kevin in the hallway.

The scene he saw before him- Sami trying to wrap an arm around you to help you up and your stubborn ass refusing him, made him explode in anger and concern. But much like with everything Kevin says, it came out in the worst way possible.

"Just because Ronda knocked the marbles outta your head doesn't mean you get to act stupid. Let Sami help you, you dumbass!" he shouted, gesturing wildly in his frustration.

You glared at Kevin, not in the mood for him tonight.  Why he thought he had any right to speak to you like that was beyond comprehension. He was no longer your best friend, so he shouldn't be acting like he even cared. He didn't care when he cost you how many championships when you were about to win them, did he? Of course now he wants to speak with you.

Despite the pain and the swirling emotions, you managed to push Sami away, moving closer to Kevin with a fiery gaze.

"Oh, so now you wanna care about me? Very funny." you spat, your voice dripping with disdain. "And last time I checked, Ronda came out that match with a broken shoulder, and if you don't get away from me in the next 5 seconds, I'll break yours too."

Kevin huffed as if he couldn't decide between continuing the argument or stepping back, but he saw Sami rubbing your back and trying to comfort you despite your resistance, and he couldn't hold back his sharp tongue or his jealousy.

"Does that only apply to everyone or is Sami the exception as always?" Kevin shot back, his frustration evident in his tone. "For fucks sake, your bleeding and all you can care about is the fact that I'm telling you the truth, and you can't handle it like always."

Your fists clenched at your sides as Kevin's words pierced through the haze of pain and anger. You wanted to scream at him, to make him understand the turmoil raging within you, but the searing pain in your body drowned out any coherent thoughts.

Before you could retort, Sami stepped between you and Kevin, cutting Kevin with a glare that could cut through steel. "Are you seriously jealous that I'm trying to take care of her? Maybe you would have that opportunity if you actually acted like you cared about her!" Sami mocked, his voice low and seething with frustration.

Kevin knew he should've focused on your physical and mental state instead of starting the argument, but the fire was lit and Sami only added to the gasoline. "Maybe I would've had that opportunity if she didn't constantly take your side and ignore her actual best friend!"

At Sami's incredulous look at his statement, Kevin scowled and glared at him. "Don't act like I'm not right. No matter what I do, it's always Sami this, Sami that. 'Oh Y/N, we hate Kevin, we can't trust Kevin.'  Like I don't exist. Like he's the only one who gets to be there for you!" 

Sami glowered at Kevin, shaking his head in disbelief. "I do get to be the only one there for her! Because you weren't there for us when we needed you."

This time it was Kevin shaking his head in disbelief, a wry smile on his face. "Oh my god, do you not hear yourself? We, we, we? You don't care about her, you just care about trying to avenge yourself for the past! You only want her to yourself because you know that your own actions pushed her away, so you are trying to blame yourself on me!"

Your head throbbed with pain as their argument escalated, each word feeling like a dagger in your already wounded heart.  The realization that this altercation was about more than just your well-being dawned upon you. They were fighting for a place in your life, a place you were struggling to define for yourself amidst the chaos of tonight.

"Blame your actions on me! Blame your short comings in your careers on me! Blame Y/N's shitty title reign on me! Blame everything on me, because that's what you always do!  Y/N can't see past your stupid sweet smile and fake friendship to realize that you're manipulating her emotions!" Kevin retorted, his voice rising in frustration.

"Enough!" Your voice shattered through the heated exchange, cutting their argument short. Breathing heavily, you felt the pain and exhaustion wash over you, but a surge of anger and hurt fueled your words. Both men turned to you, their angry expressions faltering at the angry expression on your bruised up face. 

"This is not about you two!" You shouted, your voice a mixture of frustration and agony. "This is about me! About what happened out there!"

You gestured vaguely toward the arena, a reminder of the brutal match you just endured. "This is not about which one of you gets to be by my side or who's the better friend. This is about how I'm feeling right now, which is like absolute shit! I just got my ass handed to me in the ring, and all I want is to be left alone!"

Your voice cracked with emotion as tears welled up in your eyes, a combination of physical pain and the emotional turmoil caused by the situation. You turned to Kevin, who was taking a step forward, his expression now more concerned than combative. 

"Kevin..." You struggled to maintain your composure, wiping away a stray tear. "You want me to stop blaming you? For everything? For all your mistakes? For my 'shitty title reign'?" Kevin winced as your words hit him hard. "Well, I'm sorry if I'm not in the mood to hear about how you're such a great friend and how you care about me after everything that's happened tonight."

Your voice cracked as you fought to keep your emotions in check. "But I'll stop blaming you forever. We are done. Forever. You want to feel no more guilt? You choked on your words, a mix of anguish and frustration bubbling up inside. "Here's your freedom from the burden of my friendship, Kevin. Congratulations."

"Y/N..."

"And you!" You turned to Sami, who had been until he just now piped up quietly standing by, his face twisted with concern and guilt. "Kevin is right. You seem to think you know what's best for me, but you don't! You both think you know what's best for me, but you don't!"

Your voice trembled with emotion as you struggled to articulate the storm of feelings raging within you. "I'm tired of this, Sami. I'm tired of feeling like I owe you everything because you've been there for me. I'm tired of you expecting me to be okay with everything when I'm not! I'm tired of being pushed and pulled in every direction, as if I'm some prize to be won!"

Sami's eyes widened in shock and hurt, his hand instinctively reaching out to touch your arm, but you flinched away from his touch.  The pain, both physical and emotional, was overwhelming, and you couldn't take it anymore, couldn't take their expectations anymore.

"So I'm done with this. I'm done with the both of you." Your voice shook  as tears streamed down your face, your body trembling from the sheer weight of the emotional turmoil. "I just want to be alone. Please, just leave me alone."

Without waiting for a response, you turned away from both of them and staggered down the hallway, pain pulsating through your body with every step. The sounds of their voices, their arguments, and the echoes of your own shattered feelings reverberated in your mind as you disappeared into the corridor, seeking solace in the solitude of your dressing room.

And now, there you sit, surrounded by the eerie silence of the empty dressing room. The chaos of emotions swirls within, echoing the bruises and wounds that adorn your body.

Eventually you showered and changed into a hoodie and shorts, but you sat right back in your seat, your mind a heavy fog you didn't know how to navigate.  Not some nice weak little bitch who peaked in NXT! Not some nice weak little bitch who peaked in NXT!

You're not sure how long you've been sitting there, lost in the whirlwind of thoughts and feelings. A knock on the door interrupts your solitary moment. Assuming it was Sami or Kevin, you rolled your eyes before realizing you didn't want to see either of them again tonight, or ever.

"I said I want to be alone! So go away!" you call out, your voice strained from the emotional outburst.

"If you're assuming it's those parasites you call best friends, you are mistaken, miss." Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the voice, and you stood up to see who it was.

The door creaked open slowly, and in stepped a figure you didn't expect to see- Paul Heyman.

"Paul? What are you doing here?" you asked, wiping away tears and trying to compose yourself in the presence of the unexpected visitor.

"I came to see you. May I have a moment of your time, please?" Paul's tone was calm and measured, and there was something in his demeanor that seemed earnest.

Despite your reluctance to engage with anyone at that moment, there was an air of sincerity in Paul's request that piqued your curiosity. You nodded silently, gesturing for him to proceed.

"I watched your match tonight," Paul began, his gaze steady as he spoke. "What happened out there was unfortunate, to say the least. But I must admit, I was impressed by your resilience, your determination to give it your all despite the circumstances."

You raised an eyebrow, unsure of where Paul was going with this. His presence felt unusual, especially considering the two of you never directly interacted much before. 

"I know we're not directly associated, you and I being on different levels and divisions of the playing field, but I couldn't help but notice something remarkable about your performance," Paul continued, his expression thoughtful. "Your tenacity, your ability to hold your ground, even when faced with adversity, it's something that caught my attention."

You remained silent, studying Paul's demeanor. His words were unexpected, and you couldn't quite grasp his intentions behind this unexpected visit.

"Forgive me if I'm overstepping any boundaries, but I believe there's potential in you that hasn't been fully realized yet," Paul remarked, his gaze unwavering. "You have something special, something that transcends mere championship reigns or victories," Paul emphasized, his expression earnest. "You have the ability to connect with the audience on a deeper level, to evoke emotions, to tell a story. That's a rare gift, one that can't be overshadowed by a single match or a title loss."

You blinked in surprise, not expecting such words from Paul Heyman of all people. His assessment of your performance and his acknowledgement of your capabilities left you momentarily speechless. You'd never imagined receiving this level of acknowledgment from someone of his stature, especially not in the midst of your emotional turmoil.

"I... I don't know what to say," you stammered, your voice wavering slightly as you struggled to process Paul's unexpected praise.

"Take a moment, breathe," Paul offered, a reassuring smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I didn't mean to overwhelm you. I simply wanted to express my genuine admiration for what you showcased out there tonight. Despite the outcome, you displayed a raw emotion and resilience that's commendable. You have the fire, the determination, and a resilience that's quite admirable. But sometimes, in this business, one needs more than just talent and determination to succeed."

You frowned slightly, feeling a mix of curiosity and skepticism. "Excuse me, but what exactly are you trying to say, Paul?" you inquired, your voice tinged with a hint of caution.

Paul paused for a moment, as if choosing his words carefully.

"What I'm trying to convey is that sometimes, the most powerful narratives in this industry are born out of moments like this. Moments of struggle, of pain, of setbacks. Your journey resonates with the audience because it's real, it's relatable. You've faced challenges, setbacks, and yet you continue to fight, not just in the ring but against the odds stacked against you. And that's where true stories are born, in the depths of adversity."

You didn't know how to react to Paul's words. He was offering a perspective you hadn't considered amidst the chaos of emotions and conflicts you were dealing with, but why he was expressing this to you was still a mystery.

"I understand this might be a lot to take in, especially given the circumstances," Paul acknowledged, his tone empathetic. " But I believe that your journey doesn't end here, with this loss. It continues, it evolves, and it becomes something greater. It doesn't end with a loss, it starts with one."

You narrowed your eyes slightly, trying to discern Paul's true intentions behind his unexpected pep talk. His words were both encouraging and cryptic, leaving you with a sense of curiosity and intrigued. 

"I appreciate your perspective, Paul," you said cautiously, your voice tinged with a mix of gratitude and skepticism. "But why are you telling me this?"

Paul smiled slightly, his eyes glinting with a sense of intrigue. "Because I want to help you start your journey." He pulled out something from his pocket and handed it to you - a business card with The Bloodline's contact information.

"I understand you are old friends with Roman Reigns," Paul explained. "The Head of the Table. He's been quite impressed with your work, always has been. But tonight he would like to offer you something more than just admiration. He wants to offer you an opportunity."

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. The idea of being offered an opportunity by your old friend Roman tonight was unexpected, to say the least. You glanced down at the business card in your hand, then back up at Paul, waiting for further explanation.

"Roman sees potential in you, in what you bring to the table," Paul continued, his tone measured yet confident. "And he's not just saying it as a friend-he is saying it as the Head of the Table, as the leader of The Bloodline. And I understand that the two of you have history, a friendship that predates your WWE career. Upper management might not believe in you, but Roman does, trust me. And after tonight, he sees that they need to believe in you too."

Your mind raced with a flurry of emotions and thoughts. The unexpected turn of events, the offer from Roman, the belief that someone like Paul Heyman seemed to have in your potential - it was all overwhelming, especially in the midst of your emotional turmoil and the fallout with your friends.

"I am gonna be really honest and tell you that I am bruised, I am beaten and I don't have the mental capacity to absorb all of this right now." You admitted,  your voice trembling slightly with exhaustion. 

Paul chuckled, smiling wide at you. This was going well.

"I understand. I didn't expect you to have it all figured out in one moment," Paul reassured, his tone understanding. "Take your time. Rest, recover, and if you ever want to explore possibilities beyond what's currently being presented to you, if you want to tell a story that truly reflects your spirit and resilience, give me a call." 

You stared at the business card in your hand, surprised at the turn of events.  "Think about it," Paul said, noting your contemplative expression, before nodding at you and leaving the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You sank back into the chair when you were once again enveloped by the silence of the empty dressing room. You didn't know what to think, what to do, how to act. All you knew was that you wanted to go to your hotel room and sleep this day off. You sat up, grabbing your phone and checking it.

outgoing text to Seth <;3: I need you tonight. come over to my room?

read.

You sighed, but your body was not surprised and too weak for you to be angry. You could deal with your brooding boyfriends self later. You didn't have the emotional capacity to baby him on why he should care about you right now.

You grabbed your stuff, heading out of the dressing room with a heavy heart and a weary body. Your uber ride was quick, and you finally arrived at your hotel room.

The exhaustion and emotional weight of the day settled in as you entered the room, the only solace being the relative quiet and isolation. You decided to take a quick shower, hoping that the warm water might provide a momentary escape from the chaos of the day. As the water cascaded down, you felt a bit of the tension ebbing away, though the emotional turmoil lingered.

After the shower, you slipped into comfortable pajamas, feeling the heaviness of the day sinking in. Your phone dinged with a text, and you picked it up, expecting it to be Seth or one of the girls asking if you were okay.

Instead, the message was from an unknown number, which struck you as odd. Curious, you opened it to read:

"Hey, it's Jey. Paul gave me your number. I know you was expecting Roman, but unfortunately, he's occupied right now. He wanted me to reach out to you instead. If you need anything or want to talk, I'm here. Take care."

You blinked in surprise at the unexpected message from Jey Uso. Why he might be reaching out on Roman's behalf was a bit puzzling. Why any of this was happening right now was puzzling. You didn't have the energy for this. So despite the curiosity gnawing at you, you didn't respond.

Turning your phone off, you snuggled into your bed, the warm covers offering you comfort from your pain. Your eyes fluttered shut, the exhaustion taking over, and soon, you were lost in the realm of sleep with only one thought on your mind.

You were going to get your comeuppance, no matter what. 

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"Why do we even need to think of adding a new person in the Bloodline? She ain't even talk to none of us anyways." Jey sighed as he shut off his phone from where he was checking your Instagram, in anger or disappointment he didn't know.

It had been almost 2 months since you were seen in the WWE, and you never responded to his text message. Or, according to rumors, to any of the higher ups either. Apparently you told them you'd come back when you were ready, and left it at that, leaving them just as much in the dark as the fans were.

Jey just assumed that you were feeling overwhelmed or needed some personal space to get better and that's why you ain't respond to him, but after the first week he concluded you were ignoring him deliberately.

"Roman, she ain't even trying to reach out or nothing," Jey continued, frustration evident in his voice. "Paul's been trying to push her into this whole thing, but she's just ghosted everyone. What's the point of bringing her into the mix if she don't even wanna be here?"

Roman glanced up from the papers on his desk, his expression unreadable. He had his suspicions about your absence, but he chose to keep them to himself.

"Give her time, Jey," he said calmly. "If she's not responding, it means she's not ready or willing to engage. We can't force her into something she's not comfortable with. Trust me, I know how she is. She's like you; she moves at her own pace and needs space, otherwise that fire she has will simmer down."

Jey let out a frustrated sigh, tossing his phone onto the table. He understood what Roman was saying, but for whatever reason it still frustrated him not to hear from you. He never even talked to you-you shared the same circle but never crossed paths-yet when he saw your Instagram pics he felt a connection that he couldn't explain.  

"I just feel like we're all sitting here waiting for something that might never happen," Jey muttered, looking up at Roman with a mix of concern and frustration.

Roman checked his watch and leaned back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head, his gaze fixed on Jey. "Trust me, we won't be waiting any longer." 

Jey raised an eyebrow, confusion written all over his face before a knock on the door interrupted their conversation. Roman gestured for Jey to open it.

The door creaked open slowly, revealing you , standing in the doorway. Your appearance was a stark contrast from the last time they saw you—determined, your gaze steady despite the tiredness in your eyes, your aura a mix of confidence and vulnerability. It was evident that the time away had changed you, but in ways they couldn't quite discern.

You glanced between Roman and Jey, a mixture of emotions playing across your face—resilience, uncertainty, and a hint of determination.

"Y/N?" Jey exclaimed in surprise, his eyes widening as he took in your presence. Roman remained composed, his gaze fixed on you as he gestured for you to come in.

You hesitated for a moment but Jey closing the door behind you prompted you to step forward into the room. You were wearing a low cut black tank top, your hair pulled back into a messy bun, and loose jeans, a far cry from the glitz and glam of your WWE persona. You hadn't expected to come back just yet, but something in you told you it was time, time to face what you had been avoiding.

"Sorry I'm late-" You tried to apologize but Roman interrupted, his voice calm and composed. "No need to apologize. You're right on time. Take a seat."

You pursed your lips, sitting down as indicated, feeling the weight of the atmosphere in the room. Roman's composed demeanor didn't fail to remind you of the authority he held, even in a casual setting like this.

"I know I've been MIA, and I haven't been responsive," you began, your voice tentative as you glanced between Roman and Jey. "There's no excuse for my absence or for not responding to your messages."

Jey opened his mouth to speak, but Roman held up a hand, indicating he should remain silent for now. "We understand," Roman said calmly, his gaze fixed on you. "We just wanted to ensure you were okay. We know you needed your time. Are you healing up okay?"

You nodded, the weight of their understanding and non-confrontational approach easing some of the tension in your shoulders. "Yeah, I'm getting better, but it's been a process." You admitted, lifting your shirt slightly to reveal a faint scar along your ribs that made both men wince. "As you can see."

"Damn, Ronda really fucked you up, huh?" At your glare, Jey winced and apologized, "I mean, sorry. Didn't mean to be rude. Just saying, it's good to see you back though. People here missed you."

Roman inclined his head slightly, his expression unreadable. "Indeed. Your absence has been felt, Y/N."

You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within you. Being back here, facing Roman, it was both daunting and strangely comforting. "I... I didn't plan on coming back just yet, but something made me reconsider."

Jey leaned forward, curiosity evident in his voice. "What made you change your mind?"

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much you wanted to disclose. You were close with Roman after all, not Jey. But something in his gaze told you that this conversation was one you could trust them with. Trust him with. 

"I needed time away, time to think, to heal. But something in me told me it was time to face things, to come back and finish the journey." 

Roman leaned back into his chair, his gaze still focused on you. "I'm glad that you're back, and I apologize that we haven't been in contact like we used to. Being the head of the ribal Chief comes with its own responsibilities, and sometimes that means we overlook things. But I assure you, you're still family to me. Which is why I sent Paul after you to make sure you were alright."

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise at Roman's words, the mention of Paul's involvement still puzzling you. "Yeah, about Paul?" you questioned, confusion evident in your voice. "He reached out to me a while back, but I didn't quite understand what he wanted. Something about an opportunity."

Roman nodded, a slight smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Yes. I told him to check up on you, see how you were doing. But most importantly, to ask you about an opprounity." He paused, leaning forward, his demeanor shifting to a more business-like tone. "And that is to be my right hand woman." 

Your breath caught in your throat at Roman's statement, and you were sure that if you were drinking water that would have been the moment you'd have spat it out in surprise. "I-I'm sorry?"

Roman, to his credit, maintained his composed demeanor, his gaze steady yet filled with a hint of amusement at your reaction as he repeated himself. “I want you by my side, as a part of the Bloodline. To be the right hand woman I need. You've got the fire and resilience that I've been looking for. You might have been gone for a bit, but it doesn't change what you bring to the table. And I want to make you start your journey and realize you bring the whole damn universe to the table."

You were speechless, your mind reeling from this entire converstation.  Being invited to be a part of the Bloodline, to serve as Roman's right hand, it was beyond anything you had imagined or anticipated. 

"I... I don't know what to say," you stammered, your mind racing with a flurry of emotions. "But.. I'm not blood like the rest of you. I'm not a part of your family, Roman. I don't know if I fit in with the Bloodline."

Roman leaned back in his chair, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he observed your reaction. "That's why I said my right hand woman, not my right hand blood. Like with  Paul, he's my wiseman and not my blood. You can be that, and so much more." Roman's words were deliberate, his tone holding a weight of certainty. 

Roman's words were deliberate, his tone holding a weight of certainty. "You can be the greatest woman's champion the WWE has ever seen. You can be the greatest asset to the Bloodline, regardless of blood relations. You can be the greatest woman to hold this position, all the power, and you don't need to be blood to achieve that." He leaned closer to you, his eyes fixated on yours, his words laden with conviction. "All you have to do is acknowledge me."

You breathed heavily,  were taken aback by Roman's sincerity and the offer itself. It was something you hadn't anticipated, especially after your absence and the confusion that surrounded your return. "But why do you want me?" You asked,  your voice a mixture of uncertainty and curiosity. "I mean, I've been gone for so long. There are others who could be much better at this role, much more qualified than I am."

Roman leaned back in his chair, a small smirk playing on his lips as he regarded you. "Even after all these years you are still as modest as ever," he remarked, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

"I want you because you bring something to the table that others might not possess. I realized that in this group of men that I lead, I need a woman that can calm our fires and amplify our strengths, yet ignite those same fires when necessary. I need a woman that can command respect without uttering a word, someone who carries their own weight, and someone who's unafraid to respectfully challenge me when needed because I trust your judgement after years of friendship. You possess a fire that's essential for what I envision. You might not see it, but I do."

You were stunned by Roman's words. His perception of you and the role he believed you could play within the Bloodline were far beyond what you had imagined. The weight of his trust and the responsibility he was offering left you feeling both honored and overwhelmed.

"I... I need some time to think about this," you finally replied, still processing the enormity of Roman's proposition. "It's a lot to take in, Roman. I appreciate the offer, but you must understand that I need a minute to-"

"I understand," Roman interrupted, his voice gentle yet firm. "Take all the time you need. I don't expect an answer right away. Just know that the offer stands, and whenever you're ready to give me your response, I'll be here." He leaned back, giving you a reassuring nod that you delivered back. "Jey, walk her out."

Jey, who had been observing the exchange in silence, leaned forward and stood up, nodding at Roman. "Sure thing, Uce." He turned to you, offering you a small smile as he was a gentlemen, but his expression was guarded. "C'mon, I'll walk you out."

You nodded, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within you. Standing up from your seat, you cast one last glance at Roman, who nodded in acknowledgment before you followed Jey out of the room.

As you walked alongside Jey, silence enveloped both of you. It was a strange feeling—being back here, facing the unexpected turn of events, facing your own emotions, and considering the proposition Roman had offered. Jey seemed contemplative, as if he had questions but chose not to voice them until you were almost at the exit.

"Why?'

You blinked at Jey's question, taking a moment to process his words. "Why what?" you asked, slightly puzzled by his sudden inquiry.

"Why you?" Jey clarified, glancing at you with a mix of curiosity and scrutiny. "I mean, I know ya'll are friends, but you've been gone for a while. You've been quiet, and suddenly, the Tribal Chief wants you back as his right hand. What's so special about you?"

You paused, considering your response. Jey had a point. Your sudden reappearance and Roman's offer might seem surprising to someone observing from the outside. Taking a breath, you decided to offer a glimpse of your perspective.

"I wish I could give you an answer, Jey." You replied, your voice measured as you walked alongside him. "But I honestly don't know. This all happened so fast. One minute I'm trying to cope with my loss, and the next, Roman's offering me a position within the Bloodline." You looked at him quizzically before continuing. "Why do you think Roman offered this to me?"

Jey furrowed his brows, contemplating your question. He wasn't expecting you to seek his input on the matter. Nobody really asked him for his opinion within the family, but there was something in your gaze that prompted him to consider your query seriously. Maybe it was because you actually desired his opinion in a time where no one else did that slightly warmed his heart, but he’d never admit it.

"I don't know," Jey replied honestly, shaking his head slightly. "But Roman sees something in you. Something that he thinks can be an asset to us. You might not see it, but he does."

He paused, glancing at you briefly before averting his gaze. "Maybe it's 'cause he trusts you. Or maybe there's something you bring that nobody else does. I ain't sure, but I know when Roman makes a move like this, he's got his reasons. He don't just do things without a reason."

You nodded thoughtfully, giving Jey a smile as you processed his words. "Well, whatever the reason, I hope it leads to me seeing you around more often,” you added with a light chuckle, trying to ease the tension slightly.

Jey offered a small smile in return, though his expression remained somewhat guarded even though he wanted to be friendly. A nice pretty girl wanted to be his friend and all he was doing was analyzing her for answers on Roman. “Yeah, we'll see about that," he replied cryptically before opening the door for you. "Take care of yourself, okay?"

You gave Jey a nod of acknowledgment, appreciating his gesture. "You too, Jey. Thanks for walking me out." With a last smile, Jey watched as you left the arena, your beautiful presence disappearing as you stepped out.

‘Damn,’ Jey thought to himself, there's something more to her than meets the eye.’ Maybe he had underestimated you. Maybe it's worth paying attention to.

And maybe he wouldn’t hate getting to know you more.

You winced slightly as you changed into your gym clothes in the locker room. It had been a few months now since you got hurt, and you were now cleared, but your body still hurt like a bitch.

It had also been a few months since Roman asked you to join the Bloodline, and you gave him your answer a few weeks later: A resounding yes.

You tried to acknowledge him in the confines of his office with the Jimmy, Jey and Paul with you, but Roman told you that he'd make you acknowledge when you passed his test and he would know for sure you were loyal to the Bloodline. Roman told you in the meantime thought to get acquainted with the rest of the members, and to start training with them until you were ready to be on TV again. Which led to you going to the Bloodline's own personal gym located in the arena and training and hanging out with the twins.

Jimmy was funny, cool, and always hyped up, and quickly took a liking to you because of your shared humor and your kind spirit; the two of you were always goofing around and letting loose. But Jey was- as you found out- a tough nut to crack.

It wasn't like he was rude- he never yelled at you or treated you poorly. In fact, he was quite respectful, but  but he had a guarded demeanor around you. He was more reserved, observant, and often seemed lost in his thoughts. You found it a bit challenging to get him to open up or engage in conversations beyond the necessary exchanges during training sessions.

It was like there was an invisible barrier that kept you both at a distance. You couldn't quite pinpoint why, but there was an underlying tension whenever you were around him. You tried to engage in conversation, crack jokes, or even just ask about his day, but his responses were always short and guarded.

It was like he had his guard up around you all the time, but it didn't make things awkward or uncomfortable; rather, it made you more determined to break through that barrier.

But it wasn't your own doing that almost broke through that barrier though. It was Kevin. One day, after a particularly tough training session, you were sitting on the bench catching your breath while Jey was nearby, lost in his thoughts as usual. You glared when you saw Kevin coming over to you.

"This is a private gym, Kevin. I knew you were stupid, but I didnt think you were illiterate." You spat at him. Kevin wasn't fazed by your reaction, instead coming closer to you. 

"You're right. This is a private gym for the Bloodline. So what are you doing here?" Kevin huffed at you. This had to be a mistake, there's no way you would join the faction that tried to take him out.

"I am here as part of the Bloodline. So you need to leave." You stood up, facing Kevin with determination in your eyes. The tension in the air was palpable, and it seemed like a confrontation was inevitable.

Jey, who had been nearby, observing the interaction, raised a cautious eyebrow at Kevin's approach and your response. He had seen you and Kevin exchange words before, and it was clear there was some animosity between you two. He and everyone knew you guys were ex-best friends, and Jey wasn't one to meddle in others' business, especially when it came to personal disputes, but something about this situation made him uneasy.

Kevin glanced between you and Jey, his expression morphing into one of disbelief. "You?" He scoffed, his tone laced with incredulity. "Part of the Bloodline? That's a joke, right?"

 When you didn't respond, he chuckled sarcasatically, like he couldn't believe it. "Are you kidding me? Are you stupid? Damn, I was right when I said that Ronda knocked some marbles outta your head. You really think that joining them is a good idea? They are nothing but manipulative shitheads."

You rolled your eyes, unamused by Kevin's insults. Typical Kevin, never congratulating you on anything good you do or are a part of. "You don't know anything about what's going on, Kevin. So just leave."

But Kevin seemed undeterred, his voice rising slightly. "They're using you, Y/N. Can't you see that? You're better than this. Don't let them drag you down into their mess. They'll chew you up and spit you out like they do with everyone else."

You tried to ignore him and go back to lifting your weights, but Kevin snatched the dumbbell from your hand, causing you to stand up abruptly, a mix of frustration and anger evident on your face. "Give it back, Kevin," you demanded firmly, your tone leaving no room for negotiation.

"Not until you tell me what the hell is going on with you! Are you this demented that you can't see when you're being played?"

"Seems like the only demented person here is you!" You tried to grab he dumbbell back, but Kevin held onto it firmly, a stubborn look on his face. The tension in the gym escalated as your argument continued, both of you getting more heated with your words.

"They are just using you!"

"Of course you would know about using people, that's all you ever do!"

"God, you are so much like Sami! So fucking naive and stubborn!"

The mention of Sami seemed to strike a nerve with you. You clenched your jaw, your expression turning stony as you took a step closer to Kevin.

"I told you that I'm done with you and Sami," you seethed, your voice low and filled with a dangerous edge. "So give me back the dumbbell and get the fuck out of here, and the fuck out of my life."

"Im just trying to protect you, damn it!" 

"She don't need your protecting no more, she got the Bloodline." The both of you turned at the sudden interruption, and you looked up at Jey who moved in front of you and was glaring at Kevin with an intense gaze, his tone firm and commanding.

"Excuse me? This doesn't concern you, so just leave us alone." Kevin glared at Jey, not appreciating his interference. To him, Jey was just another member of the faction that he despised and that was using you. 

Jey narrowed his eyes slightly, his stance unwavering and  his voice steady as he spoke. "She's a part of the Bloodline now, Kevin. It does concern me. Give her the dumbbell, and leave us alone."

Kevin stared back at Jey for a moment, his eyes flickering between Jey's imposing stance and your determined one, and you thought that a fight would break out between them, but eventually, he dropped the dumbbell with a scoff. "

Fine. But don't think that I'm letting them take you from me." With that threat, Kevin shot one last glare at both of you before storming out of the gym.

You let out a sigh of relief, feeling the weight of the confrontation easing off your shoulders. Turning to Jey, who was still standing in front of you, you were taken aback by the protective stance he had taken during the argument.

"Thank you, Jey," you said softly, grateful for his intervention. "I appreciate you stepping in."

Jey shrugged slightly, his guard still up but a hint of something softer in his expression. "Didn't seem right to let him get in your face like that," he muttered, his voice gruff but underlying concern evident in his tone.

You nodded in understanding, feeling a sense of camaraderie in the way Jey had backed you up. "Yeah, he's always been like that." You chuckled slightly, trying to lighten the mood. "Always thinks he knows what's best for me."

Jey's lips twitched into a small smile, a glimmer of warmth breaking through his guarded demeanor.  "Sounds familiar,"he replied cryptically, the corner of his mouth quirking up slightly.

He shifted his weight slightly, glancing around the gym before his gaze settled back on you. "You good?"

You nodded, offering Jey a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I'm good. Thanks again." There was a brief moment of silence between the two of you, before Jey cleared his throat, a hint of uncertainty in his voice as he spoke up. "Listen, I know I ain't been the most welcoming or talkative. Just... didn't feel like my place to get involved with your business. But.. I gotta ask you something."

You paused, curious about what Jey wanted to ask you. "Sure, what's up?" you replied, your tone inviting despite the underlying tension from the earlier confrontation with Kevin.

Jey hesitated for a moment, his guarded expression faltering slightly as he glanced away before meeting your gaze again. "Why you ain't text me back?"

You blinked, taken aback by the unexpected question. "Why didn't I text you back?" You echoed, surprised by the sudden inquiry. You took a moment to gather your thoughts, unsure of how to respond to Jey's question. After a beat, you offered an honest answer, wanting to address his concern no matter how embarrassing it would be.

"It wasn't intentional, Jey," you began, your voice gentle as you met his gaze. "Everything happened so suddenly, and I needed time to myself. I didn't mean to ignore you or anyone else. And Seth... you know my boyfriend, right?" Jey nodded, and you continued, "He saw it and kind of got...don't laugh... jealous about you reaching out, so he asked me not to reply to anyone outside my close circle."

You chuckled nervously, feeling a bit embarrassed admitting it. A boyfriend shouldn't have an issue with you talking to whoever you wanted, but Seth wasn't a good boyfriend, as much as you didn't want to admit it.  "I didn't want to make things worse by explaining, so I just... didn't respond to anyone. I'm sorry if I offended you."

Jey raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting to one of understanding mixed with a hint of surprise. "Oh." Jey nodded slowly, processing your explanation, a small smile threatening to break out on his face. He aint even do anything yet your man was getting all jealous. 

You spotted the smile and groaned, holding your hand in your face in embarrassment. "You said you wouldn't laugh!" you protested, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

Jey chuckled lightly, the smile finally breaking through as he shook his head at the sight of you being bashful. " "I ain't laughin', I'm just... surprised. Seth really got jealous over that?" He shook his head in disbelief before looking back at you with a more serious expression.

You let go of your face and looked up at him, shrugging and Jey felt his heart hurt slightly when your smile was replaced with a frown at the memory of your relationship. 

"It's okay, Y/N. You ain't gotta apologize. Don't worry about it. It's in the past." Jey reassured you, his tone gentle as he placed a hand on your shoulder briefly, a gesture of comfort. "I get it, you needed your space. I just wanted to know you were okay." Seth clearly wasn't a good guy if he was getting you all worked up like this, clearly not appreciating the literal goddess in his life that was you. Roman was right, Seth really was an idiot. 

You offered Jey a grateful smile, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at his understanding. "Thanks, Jey. I appreciate that." Despite the earlier tension, you felt a certain warmth in this moment of connection with him.

Jey nodded, a small smile still playing on his lips before that guarded expression returned. "Anytime. Just... next time, let me know you're taking a break, yeah?" he said, a hint of playful teasing in his voice before his expression turned serious again. "I'll see you around."

 With that, Jey nodded at you before walking away, leaving you to contemplate the unexpected exchange.

And now, you were getting ready to have another training session with him and hopefully break through his tough demeanor. As you were lacing up your sneakers, the door opened, and in popped  in Becky Lynch. You smiled at the sight of one of your closest friends, who was also now the Raw Women's Champion- you couldn't be more proud of her.

But that smile dropped into a frown at the sight of her in near tears, and when her eyes locked onto yours, they seemed to fill with more emotion.

"Hey, what's wrong?" you asked, concerned as you stood up and walked over to her, opening up your arms to her for a hug.

Becky rushed into your arms, her body shaking slightly as she held onto you tightly, her voice muffled against your shoulder. "I-I can't tell you."

You furrowed your brow, concern deepening as you gently rubbed her back. "You can tell me anything, you know that." You brought the both of you to the couch and sat down, waiting for Becky to calm down enough to speak. After a few moments, she took a deep breath and looked at you with teary eyes.

"You're gonna hate me. God, you're so nice and understanding, and I'm about to ruin it." Becky wiped her tears, trying to steady her voice as she spoke. 

"No, you're not." You tried to hug her again, offering reassurance. "Whatever it is, Becky, I won't hate you. Just tell me what's going on."

Becky pulled back slightly, her eyes locking onto yours, a mix of guilt and pain in her gaze. "Seth and I have been sneaking behind your back."

Your heart stopped and your mind went blank. You had a million thoughts rushing through your head, but you couldn't seem to process any of them. The silence lingered between you and Becky as the weight of her confession sank in.

"What?" Your voice turned cold but was barely above a whisper as you processed the words Becky had just confessed. It felt like the ground beneath you had crumbled, leaving you suspended in a state of disbelief.

Becky winced, her gaze filled with remorse and regret. "Yes, we've been seeing each other," Becky admitted, her voice wavering with guilt. "It started a while back. We didn't mean for it to happen, it just... did."

Your throat tightened, and you felt a surge of anger and hurt swirling within you. You had always supported Becky through anything and everything. When she needed someone, you were there for her, yet she betrayed your trust in the worst way possible. And she came in here and hugged you and tried to get your comfort when she was the one who caused you such pain.

It felt like a punch to the gut. You were used. You always gave too much and received betrayal in return. You pulled away from Becky, your expression a mix of shock, hurt, and anger. 

"How long?" The question escaped your lips before you could stop it, your voice barely audible as you fought to maintain composure.

Becky  sighed, her expression pained. "Please, don't make me hurt you even mo-"

"How. Long." Any traces of the kind, caring tone had vanished from your voice, replaced by an icy coldness that mirrored the betrayal and hurt you felt. Your eyes bore into Becky's, demanding an answer despite the turmoil of emotions swirling within you.

Becky sighed heavily, looking down as if unable to meet your gaze. "A few months. I'm so sorry, Y/N. We never meant to hurt you. It just... happened."

"You never meant to hurt me." you repeated, feeling a surge of disbelief and anger rising within you. "While I was dealing with everything, you and Seth... behind my back, and you never meant to hurt me!?" You shouted , your voice cracking with the weight of betrayal and hurt. The pain cut deep, and the sense of betrayal overwhelmed you.

Becky's eyes filled with more tears, her voice shaky as she tried to explain. "It was a mistake, Y/N. Please, I never wanted this to happen. I was just confused, and I know that's not an excuse, but I never wanted to hurt you."

You shook your head in disbelief, feeling anger and heartbreak intertwine within you. "You knew what I was going through. You knew how much I was struggling, and yet, you did this." Your voice wavered as you struggled to comprehend the magnitude of the betrayal. "You came to me for comfort, you acted like nothing was wrong, and all the while... this was happening."

Becky reached out to you, her expression desperate and remorseful. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. Please, I never wanted to hurt you. You are so sweet and kind, I didn't want to tell you because I knew how much this would hurt you, so I thought keeping it to myself would solve that, but I couldn't live with the guilt." She waited for your answer, but when you didn't respond, Becky paused, her eyes pleading for forgiveness. "Please..."

You looked up at Becky, your vision clouded by a mixture of pain, anger, and betrayal. Her desperate plea for forgiveness echoed in your ears and fueled your anger. It was rare that you would get angry, because you couldn't control yourself when it happened, but this was an exception.

 How dare she act sad when she 's the one who caused this pain? How could she deceive you like this? 

You stood up from the couch, distancing yourself from Becky, your eyes red with anger. "You're right, I am sweet and kind." You got up and closed the door, making Becky's eyebrows furrow in concern.

"Y/N, what are you doing?"

You ignored her and slowly made your way to her, and Becky could clearly see the anger in your usually sweet eyes. It was terrifying. She realized too late what you were about to do. "Maybe that should change. Right. Now."

Jey sucked his teeth in concern as he made his way down the hallway, checking his phone to see if you messaged him back. You were 20 minutes late, so naturally he got concerned and annoyed at the fact that you were late. Maybe you and Kevin got into another fight? The thought made him walk faster to your locker room.

As he approached the hallway it was in, he heard banging and raised voices and saw  a crowd that was surrounding something. Immediately Jey realized it was your locker room and a knot formed in his stomach.

He quickly pushed through the crowd and saw you holding Becky by the hair and slamming her against the wall, anger etched deeply into your expression, and Seth trying and failing to separate the two of you. 

"You're sorry, Becky!?" You screamed into her face, slamming her into the wall again, punching her over and over again, the anger clouding your judgement. Your nails digged into her skin, and tears streamed down Becky's face as she tried to shield herself from the blows.

Seth tried to intervene, but you grabbed him and slammed him onto the floor, hitting him low before going back to Becky. "The both of you mean nothing to me! Nothing!"

Jey's heart sank at the sight before him. He immediately rushed forward, trying to pry you away from Becky. The look on your face scared him. It was a side of you he had never seen before. "Y/N, stop! Stop it!"

You were consumed by rage, blinded by the betrayal and hurt that coursed through you. It took all of Jey's strength to pull you away from Becky, holding you back as you continued to struggle against his grip, your fists clenched, yearning to lash out again.

You tried to claw at Becky, grabbing her hair but Jey quickly grabbed your hands and restrained you, trying his best to calm you down and keep you from causing more harm. "Y/N, calm down! Please, calm down!"

Becky was visibly shaken, tears streaming down her face as she held her head, the impact against the wall still ringing in her ears. "I'm sorry, Y/N. Please, I never meant to hurt you."

Your adrenaline-fueled rage had consumed you, and you tried to fight off Jey, but he dragged the both of you away from the chaotic scene. He had to use all his strength to hold you back, your struggle showing no sign of ceasing. "Y/N, stop, it's enough! It's over!"

The commotion had attracted the attention of security, who swiftly arrived to help Jey calm the situation. They assisted in separating you from Becky and Seth, guiding each of you to different areas to diffuse the tension.

You were seething with anger and pain, your emotions swirling into a maelstrom that clouded your thoughts. Jey kept a firm grip on you, trying to talk you down. "Y/N, look at me. You need to breathe. You're not thinking straight."

You were too far gone to be responsive to Jey's words. All you could think of was Becky and Seth kissing each other, betraying your trust, and the way they had deceived you. The hurt was overwhelming, clouding any rational thought.

Jey continued to hold onto you, trying his best to calm your raging emotions. "Look at me."

You were shaking with anger and pain, your eyes blazing with an intensity that Jey had never seen before. He knew that trying to reason with you in this state would be futile, but he had to do something to snap you out of this anger-fueled haze.

He grabbed you and hauled you both into the nearest locker room and sat you down on the couch. You were shaking and tried to stand up to make a break for it, but Jey blocked the door, firmly keeping you inside. "Y/N, listen to me. You're not thinking clearly. You need to breathe and calm down."

You glared at Jey, your chest heaving with anger and hurt. "Let me go, Jey. I need to... I need to..."

"You need to calm down first," Jey interrupted, his voice firm but filled with concern. You tried to push past him, but he wouldn't budge. 

Your hands trembled with rage, and you felt an overwhelming urge to lash out again, to confront Becky and Seth, to make them understand the pain they'd caused. But Jey's presence and his calming tone managed to break through the fog of your emotions, albeit slightly.

"You ain't going nowhere, Y/N. What you gon' do is sit ya pretty ass down and some deep breaths for me, drink some water, and try to calm yourself."  Jey instructed, his voice commanding yet filled with genuine care. 

"I can't calm down!" You shouted, the pain evident in your eyes as you tried to push him one last time, until he managed to gently restrain you, forcing you to sit back down on the couch.

Jey sat beside you, maintaining a firm yet comforting grip on your shoulders. "Yes, you can. Take deep breaths with me, okay? In... and out." He demonstrated the rhythm, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, encouraging you to follow suit.

"B-but they-"

Jey gently interrupted you with a reassuring tone. "They ain't worth your peace, Y/N. Right now, you need to focus on you. I know it hurts, but you can't let them see you break. They ain't worth it. You are worth more than that."

You took in a shaky breath, trying to emulate Jey's breathing pattern. Inhaling deeply, you closed your eyes and attempted to regain control over your emotions. Gradually, your breathing began to steady, the adrenaline slowly subsiding.

"That's it." Jey encouraged softly, noticing your attempts to calm down. "Keep breathing. You're doing great." Whenever the anger seemed to rise again, Jey would gently remind you to focus on your breath, guiding you through the calming exercise until your breathing regulated, and the storm of emotions began to ebb away, leaving behind a heavy, lingering ache.

As the initial shock and fury lessened, tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill over. Jey sensed the shift in your emotions and pulled you into a comforting hug. "It's okay, Y/N. Let it out. You've been through a lot."

You clung to Jey, the dam finally breaking as you sobbed, the weight of betrayal and hurt cascading out of you. Jey held you close, providing a steady presence and a comforting embrace as you allowed the flood of emotions to pour out.

"T-They fucking went behind my back," you choked out between sobs, your voice raw with pain and betrayal. "I trusted them, Jey. I trusted them with everything."

Jey rubbed your back soothingly, offering silent support as you let out the pent-up emotions as he tried to not get angry himself. He would defiantly be beating Seth's ass after this. "I know, Y/N. I know," he murmured gently, his voice filled with empathy.

After what felt like an eternity, your tears eventually subsided into soft sniffles. Jey released you from the hug but kept a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "You did good, calming down like that," he commended softly.

You nodded, feeling emotionally drained but slightly more composed. "Thank you, Jey," you whispered, your voice hoarse from crying.

 "I'm sorry you had to see me like that." You had an embarrassed expression, feeling a mix of shame and gratitude for Jey's support. "Now you know why I usually try to not get angry, cause I'm scared of what it can make me do."

Jey gently shook his head, offering a comforting smile. "Nah, don't apologize. I get it. You honestly reacted better than I would have."

At your hearty chuckle, Jey smiled warmly. "Hey, I'm being serious. If that were me, I'd probably have caused more damage." He chuckled lightly, trying to ease the tension. "But seriously, you did good by calming down. Shows strength."

"Yeah right," You retorted, grabbing the drink from Jey's hand and taking a long sip, grateful for the hydration after the emotional turmoil. "I felt like I was losing it back there."

"That's not a bad thing, y'know?" At your quizzical gaze, Jey continued. "Feeling your emotions, letting 'em out, that's normal. And I know you usually like to be the sweetest person in the room, but that's also letting people walk all over you."

Jey paused, choosing his words carefully. "Jimmy is the same way, y'know? He is the kindest soul, but sometimes folks take advantage of that. You gotta find the balance, Y/N. If you wanna be in the Bloodline, you can't let nobody mess with you. You gotta let your inner rage out, otherwise ain't nobody gonna respect you or see you as an equal."

You sighed, capping the water bottle and nodding slowly at Jey's words. "Yeah, I know. It's just... it's hard to find that balance sometimes. I don't want to hurt people, you know? I try to be understanding and kind, but then things like this happen." You glanced away, still processing the whirlwind of emotions.

"I know you don't," Jey reassured, patting your shoulder gently. "But sometimes, folks need to see that you ain't to be messed with. It's about respect, and right now, you need to focus on you."

You nodded, knowing he was right. You always tried to be the peacekeeper, but it was more of a weakness than a strength. "You're right, but when I get mad I tend to lose control. That's why I try to not get angry. I don't want to hurt anyone."

Jey gave you a sympathetic and understanding look. "I get it. But you gotta stop being this goody two-shoes all the time. It's eating you up inside. You gotta learn to stand up for yourself and let people know when they cross the line. That anger? You gotta embrace it cause it's a part of you.

You sighed, feeling torn between your innate nature and the advice Jey was offering. "I'll try, Jey. But it's hard. I don't want to become someone I'm not."

"You won't. I won't let you." You blinked at the kindness and conviction in Jey's tone. "I know I haven't been the most welcoming person, but that's cause I have trouble opening up to people. But I see you, Y/N. I see how much you care, how much you try. How you are loyal to the core." Jey paused, his expression softening. "And I know you'll be loyal to the Bloodline, right?" 

You didn't hesitate to nod in response. "Of course, Jey. Always." Despite the whirlwind of emotions, your loyalty was unwavering. "I appreciate you opening up to me, and I can promise you that I won't betray that trust."

Jey smiled, satisfied with your response. "Good. I need you to be loyal, because... I really like having you around. But I can't have you 'round if you ain't loyal to the family. And I know you and K.O got some history..."

"That's in the past." You interjected, trying to dismiss any concerns Jey might have. "Kevin and I have our differences, but I am done with him and anyone else that is a problem for us. I promise you." You gently laid a hand on Jey's arm, reassuring him of your commitment.

Jey stayed silent for a moment, staring at you as if he could see inside your soul, seeing if your words held true. After a moment, he nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"Okay. But it ain't up to me if that's true, it's up to the chief." You gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze before his phone dinged and he glanced at the notification.

"It's the Chief, he wants to see you." Jey pocketed his phone before holding out his hand to you, helping you stand up from the couch.

You nodded, accepting Jey's assistance as you stood up, feeling a little more composed than earlier.

"Thanks, Jey. Walk me to him?" You asked, feeling a bit more confident asking considering he told you he likes you now. Jey gave you an affirming nod. "Sure thing. Let's go."

As the two of you walked through the corridors, Jey kept a close eye on you, making sure you were holding up okay after the intense emotional outburst.

When you reached Roman's office, before you grabbed the door handle, Jey grabbed your hand and spoke in a hushed tone, his voice serious yet supportive. His hand felt soft and comforting as he gripped yours gently. "Y/N, I got your back. Just be honest with the Chief, alright? He can see through lies. Just tell him what happened."

You met Jey's gaze, appreciating the sincerity in his eyes. "I will, Jey. Thank you, really." With a deep breath, you nodded to signal that you were ready to face Roman. Jey gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before releasing it, standing back as you opened the door and entered Roman's office.

Roman glanced up from his desk, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern as he noticed your state. "Y/N, come in." He gestured to the chair in front of his desk. "Care to tell me what happened?"

You internally winced at Roman's tone. You took a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts before speaking. "It's Becky and Seth, Chief." Your voice wavered slightly as the flood of emotions threatened to resurface. "They've been... they've been sneaking around, behind my back. And I just exploded."

Roman's brow furrowed as he observed your demeanor, his expression turning serious. "Explain."

You recounted the events that had unfolded, detailing Becky's confession and the subsequent emotional turmoil you'd experienced. Roman listened attentively, his expression unreadable as he took in every word you spoke.

"And you lost control," Roman summarized, his tone stern yet controlled.

You nodded, feeling a sense of guilt for having lost your composure. "Yes, Chief. I'm sorry, I just... I couldn't handle it."

"No, you handled it perfectly." You furrowed your brow in confusion at Roman's unexpected response.

"Look, I am sorry for the emotional turmoil you are experiencing right now, make no mistake about it." Roman clarified, his tone softer now. "But this angry, out of control, fiery and real version of you is what I wanted out of you. What I am working to get out of you. Not the meek and docile version. That version isn't strong, it's weak. I want you to be strong. I need you to be strong."

Roman leaned back in his chair, his gaze thoughtful.  "I told you that I wanted you to join the Bloodline because I needed someone to be loyal, strong, and willing to stand their ground. You proved that today. I didn't ask you to join for a moment. I didn't ask you to join because I thought you were just going to be another face in the group. I asked you to join because I saw something in you. And what I saw today? That's what I've been waiting for."

You were taken aback by Roman's words, his perspective catching you off guard. You expected reprimand, not validation for your display of raw emotion. "Though attacking without running it by me is not the usual protocol, I appreciate the fire in you, Y/N. Loyalty and strength are the cornerstones of the Bloodline. Today is an exception."

Roman leaned forward, his gaze intense as he met your eyes. "But you won't do that again without my permission, you understand me?"

You nodded quickly, Roman's tone making the gravity of the situation clear. Yes, Chief. I won't let it happen again without your say-so."

Roman leaned back, his expression shifting to a more contemplative one. "Now, as for Becky and Seth..." He paused, his gaze piercing through you. "They've made their bed. But that doesn't mean we let this slide."

You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of trepidation and curiosity about what Roman might do next. "What do you want me to do?"

Roman leaned forward again, his tone low but firm. "Remember the test of loyalty, Y/N?" Roman's voice was a low rumble, filled with authority. "This is yours. I want you to observe them. Gain their trust. Make them believe everything is fine, that you've forgiven them."

Your eyes widened slightly at the magnitude of the task. It was a test of your loyalty and acting skills. "But Chief, I'm not sure I can do that. After what they did..."

Roman's gaze hardened, his voice brooking no argument. "This is a test, Y/N. You wanted to be part of the Bloodline, and this is what it entails. I need to know you're capable of playing the game when needed. You don't have to forgive them. You don't even have to mean a word of what you say to them. But you'll do it for the family. Understood?"

You nodded, albeit reluctantly, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Yes, Chief. I'll do it."

Roman leaned forward again, his tone low but firm. "I want you to show them where their place is in the hierarchy of the Bloodline. They've disrespected you and the family. At Elimination Chamber, I need you to take that title from Becky. Make her think it's a non-personal rivalry, make her believe she's going up against just another challenger. But I want you to make it personal. Show her the consequence of betrayal. Show her what happens when you mess with us. Mess with you, my right hand woman."

You wanted to argue with him, but the taste of revenge was bittersweet on your tongue. However, you couldn't deny the commanding presence of Roman's orders. "I understand, Chief. I'll make sure to handle it."

"Good." Roman's tone softened slightly.  "I want that title, Y/N. That title belongs with us, with the Bloodline. Show Becky why betraying the family has consequences. Make her feel it. And remember, this is only the beginning of your test."

You shot Roman a confused look. "What do you mean, Chief?"

Roman leaned back in his chair, his gaze steady as he regarded you. "Becky and Seth crossed a line, and their actions won't go unpunished. Jey will handle Seth at Elimination Chamber as well as the other competitors- Kevin, Sami, Daniel Bryan and Cesaro."

Roman gave you a knowing look when he mentioned your two former best friends. It seemed Roman had devised a plan, a grander scheme beyond just your personal feud. "But at the end of Elimination Chamber, you will understand what I mean. You will begin to see the bigger picture. This is your initiation into the family, and it starts with showing your loyalty and strength. Do you understand?"

You nodded, feeling the weight of Roman's words and the task he had assigned you. "Yes, Chief. I'll do what needs to be done."

Roman seemed satisfied with your response. "Good. I trust you'll handle this accordingly." He leaned back in his chair, signaling the end of your conversation. "I know you have a big heart. But trust me, this isn't about revenge. This is about power and control. This is about securing our dominance in this business. There are no good guys or bad guys, there are just humans who have been betrayed and those who betrayed. And sometimes you have to hurt before you get justice."

Roman's words echoed in your mind, leaving a sense of determination mingled with the weight of the task ahead. He was right. You need to be focused on what's best for you instead of what you think is right. Morals had no high ground here, only the will to survive and dominate. And you wanted to dominate.

"Thank you, Chief. I won't let you down," you replied, steeling yourself for the challenges that lay ahead.

Roman nodded in acknowledgment, his expression unreadable yet reassuring. "You're dismissed, Y/N. Focus on what you need to do. The family comes first."

With a nod, you rose from the chair, feeling a mix of determination and apprehension about the tasks ahead. You left Roman's office, the weight of his instructions heavy on your shoulders.

As you exited Roman's office, Jey caught your eye, and you shared a brief glance. He approached you, a serious yet supportive look in his eyes. "You good?"

You nodded, albeit with a hint of uncertainty. "Yeah, I'll manage."

Jey placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, offering you a reassuring smile. "You got this, Y/N. Just remember, do what you gotta do. Roman's got a plan. He's doing this for the family. The Bloodline. For you. You have to do whatever he asked of you. You have to obey, or you'll get hurt. I can't let you get hurt." It seemed like Jey didn't plan on saying the last sentence out, but he didn't waver. Instead he paused, gauging your reaction.

You nodded, acknowledging Jey's advice, and reciprocated with a grateful expression. "Thanks, Jey. I appreciate it, appreciate you." You thought of hugging him, but decided against it, not wanting to make Jey uncomfortable.

Instead, you gave Jey a thankful nod and a small smile.

Jey patted your shoulder once more before stepping back. You're welcome. Take care of yourself, alright? I'll see you tomorrow, we can grab some food. Lord knows you need it, I haven't seen you eat any snacks at the back." Jey joked lightly, trying to lift your spirits.

You chuckled softly, grateful for Jey's attempt to lighten the mood. "I'll try not to starve, Jey. Thanks for looking out for me."

He gave you a playful nod before stepping back, letting you proceed on your path. "Of course. See you tomorrow, girl."

As walked away, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions swirling within you. The weight of Roman's orders and the task at hand lay heavy on your mind. The idea of deceiving Becky and Seth, all the while planning your revenge, felt conflicting. But you knew what was at stake - your loyalty to the Bloodline and the need to assert your place within it. Could you really act like everything was fine when, in reality, you were seething with anger and hurt?

You spotted Becky about to leave, and decided you could.

"Hey, Becky!" She looked up at her name being called, and you approached her with a composed demeanor, despite the turmoil within you. She seemed scared when you came closer to her, as if expecting you to physically lash out again. However, you maintained your calm, albeit somewhat strained, composure.

"Hey, Y/N," Becky greeted cautiously, her voice tinged with apprehension.

You took a deep breath, trying to mask the storm of emotions brewing inside you. "I just wanted to say that I appreciate your honesty earlier. It took a lot of courage to confess." The words felt hollow leaving your lips, but you knew this was part of the task Roman had assigned.

Becky looked surprised by your response, her eyes darting with uncertainty. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I never wanted to hurt you. It's eating me up inside."

You gave her a small, forced smile. "I understand, Becky. I was angry earlier, but I took some time to calm down, and I realized that I appreciate you coming clean."

Your voice sounded composed, almost unnaturally so, as you forced yourself to maintain a calm façade. "Is Seth okay? I hit him when I was angry."

Becky seemed taken aback by your composed demeanor, but she nodded, trying to hide her surprise. "He's fine. Just a little shaken up, but he'll be okay." She paused, studying your face for any signs of the anger she had witnessed earlier. "Are you... okay, Y/N?"

You nodded, masking your true emotions behind a façade of calmness. "I'm fine, Becky. Just needed some time to cool off." The words felt like a lie, but you knew you had to play your part in this act.

"I am hurt, but you are one of my closest friends, and I don't want out friendship to end like this, Becks." You forced a smile, hoping it appeared genuine.

Becky's expression softened with a hint of relief. "I'm really sorry, Y/N. I hope we can work through this somehow. I hate that I hurt you."

You nodded, trying to maintain the charade of forgiveness. "I'm sure we'll figure something out. How about I ride with you to the next show tonight? We can talk more then, if you want."

Becky looked surprised at your offer, clearly not expecting this response. "Uh, yeah, sure. That would be great, actually."

You nodded, trying to hide the turmoil within you as you made plans to continue this act. "Alright then, lemme grab my stuff and we'll be on our way." You tried to keep your tone neutral, not wanting to reveal the depths of your true feelings.

Before you left, you walked closer to Becky and wrapped her in a tight but short hug, trying to appear as if everything was normal. "I'll see you outside in a bit, okay?"

Becky returned the hug tentatively, still wary after the earlier altercation. "Yeah, see you."

With that, you turned away, your façade slipping for a moment as you clenched your fists in frustration and pain. Unbeknownst to you, Paul was lurking in the shadows, reporting to Roman and making sure you weren't acting out of line.

"Everything's going to plan, my Tribal Chief."

Roman responded after a couple of seconds, smirking to himself as he laid back in his chair. 

"Good. I knew she could do it.  Becky and Seth are first, Sami is a non-variable, and mark my words, Kevin is next. 

Do you think she can follow through with our plan at Elimination Chamber, my tribal chief? Becky is one thing, Kevin is another.

A flurry of bubbles appeared on Paul's phone for a moment before Roman replied, his message filled with unwavering confidence.

"She will. Don't doubt your Tribal Chief. Y/N might have a big heart, but she knows where her loyalty lies. And soon, everyone will understand what happens when you cross the Bloodline."

And soon they will.  

[allmyn1ghts]

rewatching total divas and it’s making me feel so nostalgic!! the divas era is one of the many factors that made me fall in love w/ wrestling. But it’s also giving me ideas for fics 🤭 like maybe it could be a potential series or just some fics here and there in that universe (im just spitballing here lmfao) that takes place in wwe now w/ the reader being a superstar ofc x other superstars (romantically or platonically) in different scenarios! idk it’s just a thought but what yall think? :)

[void-detective]

Worth More ☝️

[[GIF NOT MINE! ALL DIVIDERS MADE BY CAFEKITSUNES]]

Author note: I've been meaning to write these two for awhile actually just never had the push till now. So anon, this is for you! Also I will not even try to replicate how Jey talks (don't know if it would come off wrong). This is for all my samijey lovers, I see the appeal and I'm here for it! Also sorry for any grammar mistakes!

Word count: 2,637

Warning: mild/reference to Kevin and Sami, comfort, confessions, first kiss, and family drama

Summery: After being reunited with Jey thanks to the Judgement Day, Sami begins to contemplate some very glaring problems with his friendship with Jey. And without Kevin around he has a lot less people he's close to for comfort after losing to Bron Breakker.

Sami has always been a loyal man no matter the person, whether it be returning the favor to Dragunov or going out of his way to help former allies or people he aligned himself with. This was especially the case for Kevin Owens and now Jey Uso. He could recall the Bloodline days like yesterday, a distant painful memory of what was.

He could remember how hard and long it had taken to form a trustworthy spot within the faction as an outsider. Especially when it came to Jey who was the only one (aside from Roman secretly) who had refused to accept him as part of the group. His twin brother was chill and easy to chat with but Jey was always so closed off and stoic as his baby brother like he was afraid of letting anyone but family in.

What had begun as Sami wanting to be part of something to connect to people in a way that he hadn't been able to do since Kevin began doing other ventures, then it all began to bleed into the truth of the dynamic. The verbal abuse, the manipulation, and the ego of the Tribal Chief. The chained leashes of everyone in the Bloodline to be kept in line by the ever dominant force that was Roman Reigns. It was like a minefield. Anything, even something as small as a hint of attitude or questioning could get you tipping on the edge of the Chief’s wrath.

Everyone was on edge even with the laughs and good times shared between the group because of the ever lingering threat of the Tribal Chief’s temper and pushing your luck. If he even sensed you were becoming too comfortable within the family he was pushing the boundaries ensuring his own power stayed.

What was worse was Sami felt stuck at the time from fear of his wrath and not wanting to lose that meaningful connection he had created within the Bloodline. It was a cycle of manipulation and guilt that even for someone like the Canadian, it felt to hard to push back from. What he feared more for though was losing Jey.

Jey had become a close friend once the heat had settled and he had accepted him as part of the faction, even becoming closer to him then his older twin Jimmy.

What had started as a friendly companionship started to drop down beyond casual touches and lingering glances. It was something he knew well from his relationship and former partnership with his best friend Kevin. The line between his platonic feelings began to step over to a dangerous sentiment of love.

However these newfound feelings were teetering on the edge of danger with the dynamics of the Bloodline not only because he was an outsider but because Roman was fiercely protective of his family. Or that's how he painted the picture but he knew better than to believe the manipulation played by him now that he had begun to see his true colors.

Roman was power hungry and willing to treat his family with calculated gaslighting and deceit. Everything was subtle but it sent the message of who held the reigns (pun unintentional) and the atmosphere started to feel suffocating for Zayn and Jey.

Even with Romans abusive ways, Zayn kept his friendship with Jey closely knitted like something he was needed to protect at all costs. It went between keeping Jey in line the more he began to snap back in frustration at Roman and being the other man's rock. And in return the younger twin had reciprocated those protective gestures especially during the interrogation between him and the Bloodline where Sami nearly got struck by a Samoan spike.

Following Tribal Court he had snuck into SmackDown to give his thanks to him for the save and during their brief exchange he had thrown in a playful but sincere ‘I love you’ towards Jey. At the time it had been platonic but then he heard the Samoan return the sentiment back. God if he wasn't already smiling like an idiot he felt his heart do a leap and grinned knowingly when he caught Jey's subtle reaction to his own slip up.

Though come Royal Rumble of 2023, it had all culminated into a full circle.

Years and months of abuse and manipulation from Reigns had pushed Sami to do the one thing no one else in the Bloodline wanted to do. Defy the Tribal Chief.

In the heat of the moment Sami had been pushed and pushed till he could no longer take the bullying or the sight of his best friend motionlessly cuffed at the mercy of this tyrant. In his emotional outburst he had snapped and within the moment Roman turned his back..he had swung on him.

The attacks from the Bloodline still lingered like an irreversible trauma to his psyche but one thing engraved in his mind was that Jey refused to indulge or even look at the vicious beating of Sami. Should the Canadian have felt angered by the lack of help? Maybe in other people's eyes, but in his own eyes he had pushed a domino effect in hopes of breaking his friend out of the abuse of the family dynamic.

Each attack from everyone had felt like a knife to the heart from the brainwashing and hold over the Head of the Table had over everyone in his family. But in the end he knew making himself an enemy of the Bloodline was what was best to push Jey to start breaking away from his cousin.

To protect two men who meant the absolute world to him.

After his fallout with the Bloodline his interactions with Jey had become less frequent aside from sparse backstage moments but what he was more happy about was watching his friend gain such a cult following. It filled him with joy watching how much the fans had grown to love him and how Jey had come into his own since the days of the Bloodline.

With Jey on the same brand as him there were more chances to get time to make sure the other man was doing fine. It still worried Sami that Jey was still catching his footing as a singles competitor now without the backing of his family in his corner. He tried to give comfort in small gestures of reassuring words and keeping other people on SmackDown from being upset due to the past Bloodline association.

Not to mention his best friend Kevin wasn't entirely fond of Jey sticking around which he could understand considering his and Sami's past with the Bloodline. But as always he played peacemaker making sure Kevin didn't get aggressive with Jey being around. His friend could be unpredictable and it wasn't easy to regain his trust (as ironic as it sounds).

However things between them were complicated and got even more so when Kevin ended up being traded to Raw while Sami was left without his best friend in his corner. And to top it all off he had to watch Jey tag team with Cody like they were buddy buddy in the way Sami had been with the other man. Internally he was seething, struggling with his feelings and the sight of someone else being so close and friendly with Jey when he had tried so hard to get him to be his friend.

..Wait as he,,jealous?

Fuck…

July 19, 2024, SmackDown

During one of his interviews Sami had paused among hearing a commotion somewhere backstage and began to move off to the sound of the problem hoping Bron hadn't gone after someone again. No wait..he recognized that gear.

Sami quickened his pace and discarded the championship with no second thought as he after the Judgement Day who were attacking Jey. His motions were quick in driving them off as he went after JD, quickly slamming the other man into the table out of anger before Carlito moved to tug his team mate from the Canadian.

Once they were out of sight he turned towards Jey placing a hand on his arm and his other on his chest as he steadied him. “You alright, uce?” Zayn questioned the familiar term slipping like it used to back in their Bloodline days.

“Yeet.” Was all he managed to get out the other man but with his frustrated motion over his head, he could tell Jey was far from alright.

Oh they were going after Judgment Day for this.

And they made good on their team up even without being a tag team officially they had an undeniable chemistry that went beyond a casual pairing up. They worked well off each other like a well oiled team and made good work of the Judgment Day within minutes.

Once the bell rang Zayn was quick to slide into the ring as he got in his knees checking on Jey still laying on the canvas. He felt Jey grabbing at his back as he held him and carefully helped him up with a hand casually brushing his waist as they stood. He leaned heavily into the other man's body feeling disoriented and old feelings resurface as Jey held him close to himself.

It felt like the first real win in the weeks of his friends and allies constantly getting wrecked by a certain hot tempered wrestler.

As soon as the thought came and his guard slipped he turned right into a spear by Bron who had seized both men being distracted to attack Zayn yet again. While Bron slid out the ring he noticed Jey quickly moving to his side sending the other man a look they made Sami's heart race.

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August 5, Monday after SummerSlam

The loss of his Intercontinental Championship still stung like a loss he hadn't felt in a long time. It made him feel a sense of failure even if he had already asked for a rematch. He was frustrated with his own inability and couldn't shake the loss from his mind.

That was till Jey came over.

Each word of encouragement and Jey pressing to boost his confidence like how he had done for him so many times within the Bloodline and after he had broken away from them. The conviction and belief in Jey’s voice made Sami light up and their usual banter came as natural as ever.

“Me and you? We got some unfinished business with the Judgement Day Uce, you can be a double champ man.” Jey kept poking him and grinned like an idiot as he gave Sami a knowing look. Oh. Did he remember the frustration he had when he was with Cody as tag team champs?

The thought brought a small smile to Sami's face almost subconsciously.

“Yeah, you like that huh?” The Samoan asked with a knowing look and chuckled lowly almost husky with a teasing undertone.

The tone and way Jey put that had went straight to Sami’s core and he swallowed, composing himself with a firm nod. Their familiar handshake followed after the banter as they chuckled among each other.

“God, I missed you.” Sami admitted with a softer tone and gingerly touched his friend's arm with a warm smile. “Thank you Jey.” He wasn't sure what he'd do without Jey by his side now that Kevin wasn't around as much with different brands and Randy.

“No problem, uce just returning the favor if you know what I mean.” Jey playfully hit him in the chest with the back of his hand as he chuckled out in amusement but his tone held a level of sincerity that made his heart flutter.

The quiet that followed wasn't awkward but more so soaking in the familiar presence of each other after so long of being apart.

“So..” Zayn began slowly as he moved himself back and forth on his heels, turning his gaze back to Jey who quirked a brow in curiosity. “You want to go to Waffle House after this?” He grinned widely as he nudged him in the arm with his own.

“You asking me out on a date, man?”

“What? No i- I was just saying-”

Sami's embarrassed sputtering and attempts to back pedal were met with a loud laugh by the other man who rolled his eyes. His face felt so hot and his heart drummed like he had been asked the most embarrassing thing in his life.

“C’mon Remi don't be coy with me, man. I see the way you look at me I ain't blind y'know?” Jey teased good heartily and stepped closer to him with furrowed brows. “My only question is if you're gonna keep running from it.”

The clear challenge from Jey had Sami staring, feeling like he was gaping at him like a fish out of water. He had been so sure his feelings for Jey were subtle and passing friendly not enough to arouse any suspicion, but here he was stuck with the truth. Jey knew. And worse of all he was stuck in place feeling like his whole world was reeling.

Jey moved till he was right in front of him and grabbed his chin gently making him tilt his gaze back towards him. “Tell me the truth man, I know you well enough by now don't I?” He scoffed with a frustrated look as he squeezed his chin giving him an expectant look.

Sami felt a blush dusting his cheeks as he blinked trying to register the touch and words in a jumble of emotions. He paused feeling his heart pounding in his ears and his old emotions flooding back like a dam about to break under the pressure. Fuck it.

Without thinking twice about the consequences he reached out gently pulling his hand off his hand down and moved his own hands to cup his cheeks. He watched the puzzled look pass into surprise as Jey caught onto the move but made no move to try and stop him from what he was about to do. That gave him the push he needed to close the distance between the two of them.

The kiss was tentative to test the waters but became more passionate the longer they were locked in the moment. Sami could feel Jey relaxing into the kiss and slowly reciprocating the affection with his own need matching his. The pent up feelings and months of pining, pretending they were nothing beyond friends felt just as painful as Jimmy's betrayal to him. Eventually he placed his hands on Sami's hips pulling him flush against his own body while his free fingers threaded through curly ginger locks.

Sami felt Jey shiver upon skin to skin contact when he flipped a hand under his shirt and he reached up gently, slipping the ‘Yeet’ glasses off the other man's head. He slipped them folded in his pocket and reluctantly parted as they breathed heavily, staring at each other. His heart racing from his own bold move and the fact his affection had gotten reciprocated.

“What? You think I wouldn't feel the same? I thought you knew me better than that, Uce. Plus I will take that Waffle House offer.” Jey gently untangled his fingers out Sami's locks and patted his chest with a cheerful grin. “You're paying though man.”

Zayn let out a genuine chuckle feeling his heart swell as he grinned with him feeling excitement wash over him like a pleasant sensation. He reached up and put on the Yeet glasses doing the motion with his arms which got a laugh and playful shove from Jey.

“Shut up you idiot.” Jey shook his head wrapping an arm around Sami's shoulders and pulled the other man along with him to leave the arena.

It was the best date he had in years.

[abadbitchblogs]

🌸 WIP ask game 🌸

Rules: Share the document titles for your 10 latest WIPs, then send me a number or title (if you'd like!). I'll share a snippet and I'll add at least 100 words to my WIP.

The Attorney Zilla Fatu x OC

Master Solo Sikoa x OC

Roman Reigns Must Die Roman Reigns x OC

America’s Most Wanted The Bloodline x OC

Puppy Love Sami Zayn x OC

Training Day Bron Breakker x OC

Slide Jey Uso x OC

Be Our Guest Jimmy Uso x Naomi x OC

Dulces Suenos Damian Priest x OC

 Top of the Top Rhea Ripley x OC

a/n: I know I’m a whole week late, but I’m back in my bag y’all! Thank y’all for sticking with ya girl! Thank you @whatdoeseverybodywant and @wrestlingprincess80 for the tag 💞

[punksdoll]

Hii!! Love your imagines!!

Was wondering if I could request a Kevin Owens x Sami Zayn x reader (platonic) fanfic? Where you are all best friends but ever since you joined the Bloodline in 2020 and started dating Roman you iced them out.

And like how Kevin was tryna convince sami to leave the bloodline, they try to convince you to leave the bloodline in every way possible, but you ignore them cause you think you can’t get the big break in your career without roman, and now that ur womans champ it is because of roman.

And ur notorious for jumping ship when you don’t get ur way, so everyones expecting you to betray roman when he accidentally costs you your womens championship. And Sami and Kevin keep finding you after roman keeps treating you horribly and tryna convince you that roman doesn’t care about you the way they do. And that the way he is treating you, an amazing person, is shitty. But you just give them sad looks that hurt them and brush them off. And Kevin just wants to kill Roman but knows he has to get you away from him first.

But you don’t even think of betraying Roman cause you genuinely think ur not good enough without Roman until you caught him cheating on you. And then you just silently snap and as soon as Roman goes out to cut a promo against Sami and Kevin your music hits and you make ur way to the ring with a kendo stick. And Kevin and Sami think your so far gone that ur gonna attack them with it but you attack a smug roman with it and shockingly attack him and beat him up and sami and kevin are shocked and pull you off of him before he could hurt you. And they are confused when the three of u are backstage and you just break down and cry and tell them everything and they hug you. And kevin wants to tell you i told u so but knows nows not the time. They both tell you that you did the right thing and that you deserve better. And you keep apologizing and they say they forgive you and kevin and sami are sad that ur hurting and happy you are finally back with them, that their best friend is back. and comfort you the rest of the night in the hotel.

Sorry if this is too long, you don’t have to do all this. Have a great day! :)

~~~𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑴𝒆~~~

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𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏, 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏, 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆, 𝒘𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒆𝒗, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏’𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔🫶🏼, 𝒚/𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇.

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“All you have to say is yes and you’ll be running this division with my tribal chief. Right by his side. He can give you anything that those fools could never give you.” Paul negotiates with y/n.

“Let me…think about it.” Y/n sighs, “I have a lot going on right now dealing with him and those “fools” that are my best friends.” Y/n narrows her eyes.

Paul opens his mouth to say something only to immediately bow his head. Y/n raises an eyebrow and turns around, being met with Roman Reigns himself.

“Me and your fools fight got nothing to do with you, baby. You putting too much energy on something that they are dragging you down with them. Join me? And you won’t even have to worry about that. All you gotta worry about is nothing.” Roman smiles, “Let me do the work for you and you’ll be even bigger than them.”

Y/n knew it was wrong but the idea alone of being able to rise to the top was brainwashing her. Before she even has the chance to answer, two men appear in front of her; blocking her view of Roman.

“Don’t talk to her.” Sami shakes his head, “She has nothing to do with our problems.”

Roman chuckles, “that’s not what I be hearin’ but let me just mind my business.” Roman raises his hands in surrender before making eye contact with y/n who is tryna take a glance at him, “You got 5 days ma, think about it.” With that, Roman and Paul walk away from them.

Kevin immediately looks at Y/n who looks like a kid just got caught doing something they weren’t supposed to do. “What is he talking about?”

Y/n looks at both of her best friends before sighing, “He offered me a really nice offer that would make me stupid if I don’t take it into consideration.” Y/n sighs.

“You’ll be stupid even if you do take it into consideration.” Kevin narrows his eyes.

“He’s bad news y/n/n. Do not fall for his tricks.”

“Ok ok…” Y/n nods, “I won’t.”

“You promise? We don’t want you anywhere near him. So promise.” Kevin demands.

“I promise.”

•••

Kevin and Sami stare down at the ramp where The Bloodline are coming down the ramp. It’s been 3 years since that conversation and 3 years since y/n picked their rival over them. When they found out about her decision, they were pissed. Absolutely pissed. They had tried talking to her over and over again to leave the bloodline but when she had told them why she couldn’t, they were even more pissed than before.

“Are you fucking stupid?” Kevin stared at you with betrayal and disappointment, “You took up the offer after everything.”

“You do realize he doesn’t like us right?” Sami asks with a frown, “Which means he’s just going to use you against us.”

“We’re dating.” Y/n blurts out and immediately closes her eyes, knowing she fucked up even more.

Kevin lets out a breathy laugh mixed with a scoff as he stares at her. Out of anger, he walks away. Sami looks at y/n with betrayal as she slowly opens her eyes to stare off at Kevin before looking back at Sami.

“You promised…”

Y/n avoids eye contact with the duo as she gets inside the ring with Roman and his cousins, all holding a finger up high. Y/n holding it down low. Roman notices and raises her hand up higher, taking a glance over Sami and Kevin with a smirk.

“She’s not a dog.” Kevin says out loud towards Roman.

Y/n looks over at Kevin and glares, “Shut up, Kev.” Y/n says harshly.

“Yeah, mind your business.” Roman smirks as he gets in his corner.

“Good luck…” Y/n tells him as she goes through the ropes but is stopped immediately as Roman pulls her face closer and gives her a kiss.

Kevin charges at him but is automatically stopped by Sami and the referee. “Kev! Kev!” Sami pleads as she tries pushing the man away from Roman.

Y/n pulls away, flustered, before getting down from the ring with the help of the twins.

The match starts and Solo is tagged in almost immediately. Roman laughs as he points at Kevin who’s already fuming as it is, “The hell he think this is?” Roman chuckles and gets out of the ring as Solo gets in.

The match is on a roll as Y/n watches anxiously. If she was gonna be honest, she was rooting for Kevin and Sami. She loves Roman, she does, but Kevin and Sami are her best friends and she didn’t want to see them lose.

“Yo y/n/n.” Jimmy walks over to you, “We goin distract the ref, pass this over to uce.” Jimmy hands over some brass knuckles to her.

“No…no i can’t do that.” Y/n immediately shakes her head, pushing his hand away from her.

“He wants you to do it. Don’t disappoint our tribal chief.” Paul snaps at her, pushing them into her hands.

Y/n nibbles her lip nervously before walking around the ring. Sami notices her and sees the brass knuckles in her hand, immediately jumping down the ring and rushing to her. “Don’t do that please.” Sami pleads with her.

“Move.” Y/n sighs trying to get around him only for him to follow her movement, “Sami…” she pleads.

Jimmy jumps on the ring and starts distracting the ref as Jey runs around towards Y/n who quickly moves to the side and sends a kick to Sami’s face.

“Go! Go! Go!” Jey rushes y/n who rushes over to where Roman is waiting.

Y/n walks over and makes eye contact with Kevin who is also yelling at Jimmy to get away.

“Y/n!” Roman shouts, “Give me the dam brass.” He holds his hand out.

Y/n looks at Roman then back at Kevin, “Why can’t you just win normally?” Y/n pleads.

“Give him the dam thing!” Paul shouts and Y/n, with pressure, fumbles around and hands them to Roman who snatches them and puts them on.

Roman turns around and sends a punch to Kevin with the brass knuckles, immediately knocking him down and taking the win. The twins slide in to celebrate with their cousin and brother. Y/n stays outside the ring and stares at Kevin who had rolled out of the ring and is now holding his face. Sami walks over to him and sighs, staring over at y/n.

“Sami…” Y/n goes to walk over but is immediately stopped by Roman who calls for her. Y/n completely forgets about what she was going to do and slides into the ring, walking over to Roman who wraps his arm around her and holds his titles up with a smirk.

Kevin and Sami both look over, “We gotta get her out of there…”

•••

“Y/n!” Y/n immediately picks up her pace as she tries rushing away from the men who are trying to get her attention. All she wanted to do was go to her hotel room and cry. Her body hurt and what she wanted was to have a simple comforting hug from her boyfriend…instead she had gotten told off.

“Here is your winner…Bianca Belair!” The announcer announces after Bianca had just pinned her down.

Y/n stares at the uso twins who look at her with wide eyes then back at Bianca who is celebrating her win.

“NO NO NO!” Y/n shouts as she stands up and attack Bianca from behind. “NO! NO! NO!”

Sami catches her arm and stops her from making anymore movement. Y/n turns around and looks at both of them, annoyance plastered on her face.

“What.” She snaps.

“We heard.” Kevin says and y/n feels her annoyance flair off and instead embarrassment covers her features before she conceals it immediately.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” Y/n shakes her head.

She did.

“Yo y/n/n…” Jimmy walks over to where she’s at, packing her clothes. “Uce wants to see you…it ain’t good.”

“Yeah…he pissed.” Jey looks at her with a sympathetic expression.

Y/n nods slowly before walking away from them to go to her boyfriend’s locker room. She was trying to avoid him as much as possible after her match but knowing him, he was going to see her whether she wanted him to or not.

She gets to his locker room and knocks first, trying to waste time. Clearly Thor wasn’t on her side as she hears his voice.

“Open.” Roman says.

Y/n takes in a deep breath before walking in and closing the door behind her. She sees him sitting down on his couch, man spreading with his hand holding his face.

“The twins said you wanted to see me…” she says.

“You disappointed me today, y/n.” Roman says, “You lost your match after you promised you’d win it…”

“Just because I promised something, doesn’t mean it’s always going to be kept.” Y/n rolls her eyes. She was shading herself.

“You getting smart with me?” Roman raises an eyebrow, “She getting smart with me?” Roman looks over at Paul who shakes his head.

“Indeed she is.” Paul tsked.

Roman stands up and walks over to y/n who keeps eye contact with him. “You should remember who even booked you before you get all sappy with me, y/n. I can take away your shine just like this…” he holds his hand up and snaps his finger. “Respect your tribal chief and remember who got you here.”

“I can get here on my own…” y/n narrows her eyes.

Roman laughs, he actually laughs in her face. Y/n is baffled as she watches him look back at Paul while still laughing then looks back at her. “Oh really?” Roman raises an eyebrow.

Y/n feels her confidence falter as she nods slowly, feeling herself wanting to break eye contact.

“Then do it.” Roman snaps, “oh wait? you can’t. wanna know why? because you don’t got the power that i have. you don’t have the voice that i have. you are nothing without me. you are nobody without me.”

“Why don’t you just leave y/n/n?” Sami sighs, “he called you nobody and i bet you he’s making you feel worthless right now.”

Y/n looks at Sami offended, “Seems like you’re the one making me feel worthless. He’s the reason why I am even getting noticed. He’s just trying to remind me who got me here.”

“and you believe that?” Kevin says and when you don’t answer, he scoffs. “Of course you believe that. You believe everything that comes out of his mouth. He doesn’t care about you. He’s using you for his own benefit.” Kevin spats out.

Y/n stares at both of them before slapping Kevin in the face, “Don’t ever disrespect him like that. He can get me where I want to be. I know he will. I trust him.”

•••

“Here is your winner and the new wwe women’s world champion, y/n y/l/n!” the announcer announces as the crowd cheers for y/n.

The usos snatch the title from the ref and slides into the ring to hand it to y/n who raises it up with a big smile. Roman smirks and walks up the steel steps before getting in the ring. He holds his arms open and motions for Y/n to come over.

Y/n smiles and runs over to him, jumping into his arm as she gives his cheek multiple kisses. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank youuuu!” Y/n gives him a long kiss on the lips.

The moment ends as Sami’s entrance music hits and everyone cheers automatically as Roman snaps his head over towards the ramp where Kevin and Sami are walking down of. Y/n stares at her ex best friends then back at Roman whose hold tightens.

The Bloodline watches as the best friends make their way towards the ring and walks up both of the steel steps. They slowly get in and stare at y/n.

“Got a problem?” Roman asks them as he puts y/n down and gets closer to them.

“Nope, no problem.” Kevin shakes his head as he keeps his eyes targeted at y/n.

Roman takes notice and blocks their view making Kevin chuckle before looking at Sami who holds his hand up in surrender.

“We just wanted to say congrats.” Sami says as he takes a glance over at y/n, “We’re proud of you…” he smiles.

Y/n looks at them and nods slowly, looking away. “We would be even more prouder if you did it by yourself but…” Kevin shrugs and y/n snaps her head towards him with offense.

Roman looks over at his cousins and gives them a look which they automatically understand. The Usos attack Kevin and Sami who saw it coming and knocks them down.

Y/n rushes out the ring and holds her newfound championship close as she watches the men go in a brawl.

“Go.” Paul ushers her away, “Go go go.”

•••

Y/n wraps her championship around as she’s getting ready to defend it against Rhea Ripley, again.

“It looks good on you.” Y/n snaps her head over to see Sami watching her put it on.

“Screw you both.” Y/n says as she puts on her leather jacket.

“He’s sorry for what he said…” Sami says.

“Then why isn’t he apologizing himself?” Y/n raises an eyebrow.

Sami sighs, “We’re worried about you y/n. You could have still made it even without them you know?”

Y/n eyes him and shakes his head, “No…no i wouldn’t. He gave me chances that you and Kevin couldn’t even give me.” Y/n says.

Sami frowns, “We could have given you a chance to prove yourself…and make your work hard to earn stuff.”

“Whatever Sami, i’ll see you around.”

•••

Y/n eyes widened as brass knuckles are pushed into her hand as Roman gives her a look. “Use it and win it.”

Y/n looks over at Rhea then at Roman, “I-I can’t.” Y/n stutters, “Thats cheating.” Y/n shakes her head. She will do anything to win but cheating was not an option for her.

“God damit y/n.” Roman huffs before walking away and rushing over towards the ring and stands on it to distract the ref.

Y/n sees that she has no choice but to use the brass as she stands up and uses them on Rhea. She pins her down and waits for the ref to count.

But it never comes.

Y/n snaps her head up and sees Roman not noticing her pinning Rhea down. Y/n stands up and storms over there and catches the ref’s attention.

“I was pinning her damit!” She shouts at the ref who apologizes before turning towards Roman and forcing him down. Y/n looks down at Roman and gives him a look, “I did it! Why didn’t you stop talking.” Y/n snaps with a frown.

Y/n feels herself getting yanked around and get positioned into a riptide.

“1! 2! 3!” the bell rings as the crowd cheers.

“Here is your winner and the new women’s world champion, Rhea Ripley!”

•••

The Bloodline get’s backstage. Roman is fuming as Y/n follows behind him with her head down and quiet. Everyone parts away to make space for them, not wanting to get in between Roman’s wrath. They get to their locker room and it’s silent for a moment as everyone watches Roman take deep breaths to calm himself down.

“You had one job.” Roman says, “You had one single job. It was to retain what was supposed to be your championship belt. But you can never do anything right. When I tell you to do something? You fucking do it y/n.” Roman looks over at y/n who narrows her eyes as she fights to keep herself from crying.

“I did do it right though…I used the brass knuckles and I pinned her. You were the one that was still distracting the referee…” Y/n frowns.

Roman narrows his eyes, “Are you blaming me right now? You saying it’s my fault that you lost your own dam title?” Roman snaps, “It’s your own dam fault. You were the one that was pinned down by a stupid ass finisher and you were supposed to kick out of the finisher. It’s all your dam fault.” Roman gets closer to her, taking heavy deep breaths.

Y/n closes her eyes and keeps her head down, avoiding any eye contact. Her eyes snap open as she feels her arm get gripped up and herself getting dragged away and towards the door where he opens it and shoves her out, slamming the door in her face. Y/n jumps when the door shuts and she takes in a shaky breath.

“Everything ok?” Y/n hears Kevin’s voice behind her and all she wants to do is curl up and let him comfort her but she already fucked up too many times tonight and she rather not piss Roman off even more.

“Mhm…” Y/n turns towards them and starts walking away, hearing them follow her.

“Do you seriously not see what he’s doing to you y/n? He doesn’t even care about you. We told you countless times how he’s just using you. You seen how he just easily kicked you out of his locker room? Like you were trash? You don’t deserve that.” Kevin shakes his head.

“You’re an amazing person y/n/n who’s getting treated by a self centered piece of shit.” Sami scoffs already sick and tired of the whole ordeal.

Y/n looks at them and feels her eyes gloss over as she shakes her head and walks away completely. They seen your face. You were hurt. Extremely.

“I’m gonna kill him…I swear it.” Kevin seethes as he turns towards where The Bloodline locker room is and goes to charge himself over there but is stopped by Sami who shakes his head.

“We have to get her out first…”

•••

The universe was buzzing. Y/n has been getting multiple notifications from posts she’s been mentioned on or tagged on. They were all talking about her match and how Roman costed it. Rumors were going around saying how she was going to betray him next week but if y/n’s gonna be honest…she doesn’t think she can betray him.

He has done everything for her. He had made her more known, he had given her more opportunities than many, he has had her in matches that she wouldn’t have expected herself to be in if she wasn’t with him.

He has done everything for her and just thinking about a betrayal makes her feel ungrateful. She’s not. She is grateful, she really is.

•••

Until she wasn’t.

Ever since she lost her match and the argument between her and Roman, she had noticed how secretive he’s been. He stopped having an arm around her, he stopped giving her kisses, he stopped being the boyfriend that she used to know and love.

She found out why.

Y/n was laying down in hers and roman’s shared hotel bed as she goes through her phone and looks at all the posts that she’s been tagged in about her match. Roman had left his phone charging on the nightstand next to the hotel phone.

*buzz*

Y/n looks over to Roman’s phone when she hears it vibrates. She grabs it and looks at the new message that he has and frowns.

Yasmin: you’re still coming over right?

Y/n narrows her eyes before looking towards the bathroom, seeing him still in the shower. Y/n opens his phone up and opens up the message, her heart immediately shattering as she goes through the messages. It was all about of lovey text messages that she used to have with Roman before she had lost her match. He was cheating on her…

Y/n quickly closes his phone when she hears the water turn off and Roman getting out. She puts her phone to charge before getting comfortable as possible and closes her eyes

That was the day that she broke. He had been cheating on her since the moment they started dating.

Today she was avoiding Roman. Instead of staying in the bloodline locker room, she was staying in the women’s. Y/n was avoiding everyone actually. She even avoided Kevin and Sami, afraid that she would have a breakdown if she even thinks about talking to them.

Y/n is standing in front of the screen as she watches Sami and Kevin do their promo. They were calling Roman out, not to her surprise.

“There you are…” Y/n hears Roman’s voice and her mood immediately sours as she feels him come up behind her. “I’m gonna go cut their promo, you coming or what?” Roman looks down at Y/n who just shakes her head. Roman narrows his eyes before shrugging and making his way towards the curtains and walking out.

Y/n watches as he makes his way down the ramp with his cousins and Paul. Y/n looks away and feels herself as lonely as ever as she watches her fellow coworkers talk to their work best friend and she starts reminiscing about how she, Sami, and Kev were like before she betrayed them to be with Roman.

Y/n feels her eyes darken as she sets her eyes on a stack of kendo sticks. She makes her way over to them and grabs one out of the stack and makes her way towards the curtain.

•••

The men snap their heads towards the ramp when y/n entrance music hits the arena. The crowd cheers for her as they watch her walk down with a kendo stick in her hand. Sami and Kevin immediately look at Roman who has a smug look on his face as he watches her slide inside the ring and get closer to Sami and Kevin. Y/n stares at both of them, feeling the adrenaline pump through her veins. Kevin shakes his head as he prepares to get hit with the kendo stick.

Y/n raises the kendo stick and the crowd is shocked as you turn around and attack Roman with it. Everyone starts cheering for her as they watch y/n take Roman down with the kendo stick.

The men watch with wide eyes as they watch her lose her shit. The Usos immediately get into action to stop you but Sami and Kevin both attack them first and take them down. Once they get the brothers out of the ring they grab you away before you could lose the upper hand.

•••

Y/n stares at Kevin and Sami who stare at her with shock written all across their faces.

Y/n feels her eyes burn as she swallows thickly. “You were right…” Y/n croaks out. Before they knew it, she was in full blown tears as she starts rambling on about the things he’s done and said to you behind closed doors. “Then I found he HES CHEATING ON ME.” Y/n lets out a choked sob as she covers her face and cries into her hand.

Sami rushes over and pulls her into his arm, letting her cry it out. Y/n wraps her arms around him and cries harder.

Kevin stares and forces himself to bite his tongue as he watches your body rack up with sobs. He’ll say it another time.

“You did the right thing…” Kevin nods, deciding that’s the better way of going about this. “You did right on beating him up and embarrassing him in front of thousands of people. You showed him who really has the power in this division.” Kevin says.

Y/n glances over at him and pulls away from Sami, “Really?” She croaks out.

“Absolutely. You deserve 100% better than him. Whatever he put you through was not ok and you deserve someone else who can give you everything that he couldn’t.” Sami smiles as he wipes away her tears.

“I’m so sorry for what I did to you guys. I’m so sorry for costing your matches, I’m sorry for brushing you off, ignoring you, pretending you guys never existed to me. You guys don’t deserve that…” Y/n sniffs as she feels herself getting pulled into Kevin’s arms.

“We forgive you, we knew you’d come around. We’re just glad to have you back with us.” Kevin gives her head a kiss.

“Why don’t we go on a late night drive like old times? Hmm?” Sami suggests.

Y/n smiles and nods, “Like old times.”

[in-my-headdd]

A spot. A mark.

Relationship: Sami/Jey (SamiJey)

Rating: Teens and up — ramblings, thoughts and feelings, lips on skin but not actual kissing, light swearing..

Summary: Sami should be paying attention, but he's distracted by 'A spot. A mark.' on Jey's neck. - set sometime when Sami is still the 'honorary uce' and he's finally found "friendship" with Jey.

Word count: 5,458

Ao3 link — Other Fics

A/N: This is a silly long one-shot. But, if anyone's interested in an explicit chapter 2 — let me know! I might end up writing it. I hope that you enjoy this! 🌸🌺

[— AGAIN: Comments/Feedback would really really be appreciated (comments sec; tags; or asks- anon or not), to really just actually, and quite genuinely gauge how good or BAD this is. So I know for myself 😊. Thanks !🩷]

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A/N 2: Disclaimer: I think I peaked with my first Fic - Us. — part 1 here and part 2 here. It's all downhill from here...😂

But, someone very dear told me not to worry and just enjoy writing, to enjoy the experience and just have fun with it. So that's what I'm doing. 🥰

Tagging: @afterdarkprincess thank you 🩷

Right there. Right. there.

Sami's eyes keep darting, back and forth, from the purplish mark on Jey's neck, back to his face. And back again, over and over, like a yo-yo, till he makes himself dizzy, so...he stops.

He also stops because he is sure that somebody is going to notice soon. And he doesn't want to deal with that. So, he returns to pretending to scrutinize everything else, but the man in front of him, until he realizes nobody noticing or caring. No one's paying attention to what he's doing right now... Good.. situation under control.

So, he goes back to staring...right back to the smooth, slender slope of Jey's neck, unconsciously licking his lips as his gaze continues scorching over him. Peeking out from under his shirt collar is...

A spot. A mark. A bruise. A hickey. Sami stares. Sami has seen enough of them over the years, enough to recognize one when he sees one, especially one staring at him this close. Some people aren't exactly shy about their extracurricular activities. He'll never understand why they feel the need to show it off, like it's some kind of prize, like they somehow need everyone else to know about it too, he doesn't get it. But, maybe now he does, staring at Jey.

He knows a bruise when he sees one, and this is definitely one he recognizes. This mark, standing out on the firm line of Jey's neck, is a hickey. His hickey.

It turns a shade redder, coming alive taunting Sami, when the Samoan unwittingly sticks his slender yet thick middle finger between his collar and his skin, and... Rubs at it. Slowly. Deliberately. Sami's mouth dries up, all it's moisture syphoned out, like the Sahara desert under the scorching hot sun and he almost chokes, heat in his body rising; as he catches the caramelized tan skin getting redder, freshly, as Jey's finger continues to unrelentingly move along it, until enough is enough and he moves his hand away, patting his shirt down back into place.

"Got 'nythin' to say, Uce?" questions Jey, turning to him eyebrow cocked, knocking him out of his haze, and -everyone- is looking at him, and Sami has to resist the compelling urge to perform a perfect rendition of a 'deer caught in the headlights' routine, or, run and hide. He wonders if hunching his shoulders over and pulling his head down, copper hair curtaining his face, hoping he'll disappear...Will actually make him disappear.

Did he make some sort of noise?.. Did they all hear it?.. He's fairly certain he did not. He's an adult, he has control, he's got a better handle than that on himself.

Right?

Unless... He has a fearful, yet irrationally stupid thought... Did they read his mind? He does sometimes ridiculously think about it, an inordinate amount of times.

You can't really blame him. It's because of the way people react to him, sometimes even when he says nothing at all. And, by the way Jey is peering at him right now - differently from everyone else, with a little spark in his eyes, like he knows - it's making Sami wonder if maybe he is right. If there's anyone in this world that's going be able to read his mind, it most definitely will be Jey. He'll probably just have to take one look at Sami, just for a split second, and he'll know exactly what is going on in his mind. And, of course he'll say something about how Sami thinks soo loudly, that - how could he not help but hear him? That it is Sami's fault, not his.

And, okay, Sami admits, he is thinking pretty loudly right now....Explicitly. Firstly, about how Jey got the hickey. And how Sami can give him another, by popping open the top button of his shirt, pulling down that collar and— Wait, he's been asked a question..How long ago..?

"Um, yes," Sami says, clearing his throat and straightening up, he is going to have to chance this, he glances down at some notes he's scribbled earlier, tracing a couple of squiggles and hoping his brain will jumpstart and provide him with something solid. Something professional sounding. Something impressive. Something to show he is listening. Something to show to he is paying attention.

"How about changing it up, not going with the obvious? Change up the partnership to something completely unexpected. I mean, we all work well together...extremely well. So, why not keep them guessing till the last minute? Do a switch up that they least expect. When they least expect it."

Everyone is staring. Was this not related to what they'd been discussing? Sami's frantically trying to rack his brain again hoping to remember, and come up with something, anything. He really needs to stop fantasizing at work, he is never going to be taken seriously if he keeps this up. "I know it's simple, but don't you think effective?" questions Sami, desperately hoping he's onto something.

At once, Roman and Jey look away, one last look directed at him before beginning to discuss it, extracting and reasoning out the implications of the additional input, and Sami sits back with a breath of relief. Across seated on a chair from him, Jimmy gives him a semi-impressed look, which he returns with a grin, hoping it isn't as shaky as it feels, like he didn't just pull this whole thing out of his ass.

But, Sami doesn't want to rest on his recent laud. Adamant to do better, well he just really wants to impress Jey, he pays careful, and closer attention to Jey's speculations and hypotheticals, his strategies and plans. Sami tries to relate it all back to his own experiences, what he's learnt throughout his career, in all of his own matches and the ones he's seen. He starts teasing it all out, the reasons, his movements, his strategies behind it all, trying to relate it back to what could theoretically work right now, in this situation.

He's trying to add his own knowledge to it, his own understanding, and evidence, to back up his input, to come up with something solid. See, he can do this, he's not completely useless...

Just when he thinks he's finally making progress, and he comes up with something insightful... He's distracted again. And, his attention most certainly does not drift back to the purple mark on Jey's neck, or how it shifts every time he swallows or talks, or unintentionally tilts his head, or how it moves when he takes a long swallowing sip of water, or just moves around in general. He's certainly not distracted. He's really not. Not at all.

"Alright, enough," Roman's rumbling voice booms suddenly, and Sami snaps back to reality, body tensing in trepidation, positive he's been caught and is being chastised. By Roman of all people. But he isn't; Roman is giving Jey a mildly annoyed smile, waving his hand at him as he gets up. "You made your point. I'm too hungry for this. We'll finish this later. But for now, lunch. I gotta eat."

Jey grins back. "You just mad, you din' think of it firs', big Uce. But, a'ight, I could eat some."

The others all get to their feet, Jimmy stretching, and Solo cracking his neck, as Roman strolls towards the exit, the Wiseman trailing along, following close behind. Sami, surprisingly, isn't the last to follow; Jey is lingering behind, poking at his phone as he slowly makes his way around the table.

"Y'all comin'?" Jimmy hollers out from where he's already halfway out the door with Solo. And, a memory of Sami being yelled at by his parents to hurry up and move, so they can finally go get something to eat; rushes at him, making him feel nostalgic. Feeling like he's a kid again. And it reminds him that this is his new found family now. But, he's snapped out of the memory and the sentimental realization, the feeling quickly fading into curiosity as Jey shakes his head absently, directing Sami's attention back to him.

"Give us a sec, Uce," he calls back to Jimmy. "We be there in a minute." And then he looks up from his phone locking eyes with Sami. "We gotta talk, Sami," states Jey, with a slight frown and tilt of his head.

In his periphery, he sees Jimmy and Solo trade a look, it's hard to decipher, but they are brothers and that's all it takes for them to understand each other. 'Called to the principal's office' - is Sami's closest guess. Sami stays where he is as the others leave, the door closing after them with an ominous thud.

Jey beckons him forward, all it takes is just a look and a slight nod; raising an eyebrow as Sami slowly saunters his way towards him, casually approaching him in leisurely strides. Trying to give of an aura of keeping a cool front.

Sami's not sure it's working going by the look Jey is giving him, but he's still trying as he's making his last steps towards Jey. He's determined to see this out.

He stops in front of Jey keeping a respectful distance between them.

"My suggestion was a pretty good idea, right?" says Sami eagerly, bouncing on the balls of his feet, wanting to get ahead of whatever this is as soon as possible, he's trying to distract Jey and remind him that he really isn't as dumb as a bag of rocks. He is smart! He knows things. He's the strategist for goodness sake! Sami does not sit around gawking like a teenager with a crush.

Well, not all the time. Just... just sometimes.. just when Jey's around... Alright, so sue him.

"Is a good one, Uce, I'll give you that," remarks Jey, with a slight smirk, not commenting on Sami's growing smile at the thinly veiled compliment and adds on, "You been observin', 'n you observin'... i'z proll'y useful for us."

This is as close to a 'good job, you're actually quite helpful' as the Honorary Uce is likely to get, so Sami doesn't think he wants to push his luck. Or...worse, do his happy dance, which he really wants to and probably will do the moment he is alone.

He knows it's pathetic, he knows he's pathetic reacting to this the way he is, feeling giddy from just a few nice-ish words, from Jey —there's happiness bubbling up in him at Jey's approval, just because of this little exchange between them...Pathetic. But he can't help it. He's completely gone for Jey, head over heels, smitten.

"I din' ask you to stay to be nice, Sami," retorts Jey, Sami's smile freezing in place and slowly slipping. Jey leans back against the table behind him, waiting, for what Sami has no clue, tapping his long thick calloused fingers against it's edge. It's distracting. He gives Sami a searching look. "Why you keep starin', Uce?"

It takes great effort, but Sami does not permit his eyes to drop from Jey's face to his neck. Not that he can see the hickey from this angle, but still. He knows it's there. "Me? Staring?" asks Sami, eyes widening comically, innocently round. He knows he's not fooling anyone, but he can try right?

Jey is not fooled.

He does roll his eyes, not bothering to even try concealing it, slowly amusedly blinking as he's staring at Sami, the beginning of a little smirk starting to grace his features.

"That," says Jey, pointing. "What you just do there. You stoppin' yo'self, you be hiddin' somethin'. What? What's it be, Uce?" asks Jey, eyes narrowing leaning forward towards Sami, like that's going to intimidate him into answering.

He then holds out his hand, palm up. "Gimme your phone."

"What?" asks Sami, eyebrows rising in surprise. 'Wait, Jey really has no idea? Oh shit," he thinks, making the realization that Jey might genuinely have no knowledge about the hickey on his neck.

Jey impatiently snaps his fingers at Sami, waving his hand in a 'give it to me' gesture. "Gimme your phone, Sami," he repeats, voice low and waiting.

Sami fumbles it out of his pocket and unlocking it hands it over to Jey, fear, anticipation and amusement growing in equal measure. Does he want to see Jey freak out or does he want to see him smug? It's impossible to decide as Jey fiddles away, finally holding the phone out with one hand and to the side scanning his face and neck, the camera app obviously set to face him. Sami doesn't know why Jey couldn't have used his own phone, it's sitting right next to his hip, right there on the table.

But, he does know. Jey is messing with him. Riling him up.

He's holding Sami's phone with one hand, finding just the right distance away from him, to be able to see clearly.

Starting on his left side, of course; probably to deliberately screw with Sami. Because, there is no way Jey could have gotten up this morning, brushed his teeth, washed his face, styled his hair, dressed, and not looked into a mirror the whole time, not once. Not noticing.

He's making his way slowly over to his right, and Sami swallows in expectancy when Jey pauses, tilting his head back, just a fraction getting a better angle.

Gosh, yes. Right there.

"You kiddin' me, Uce?" hisses Jey, shooting him his classic 'dry n' dirty' look. Snapping Sami's attention right back onto his face.

Is there some annoyance in there? Amusement maybe? Sami can't tell, he's distracted, again unsurprisingly, an ostensibly reoccurring theme when it comes to Jey. He's entirely too enthralling, captivating, and Sami will admit he is wholly enslaved by him. He doesn’t think he can ever escape, even if he tried. Not that he wants to.

Jey is looking into his phone, Sami's phone, angling it towards himself, phone and body positioned like some sort of professional camboy, alluring and seducing his viewers drawing them in, hypnotizing them...into never wanting to leave. He's tugging at the collar of his shirt with his free hand, pulling it down low, with those fingers of his. Carefully appraising his hickey. 

Sami's shuffling on his feet, fidgeting, rolling his shoulders back, and letting out some of the tension building up in him. This is...hot. It should not be, but it is, and it only gets hotter when Jey is tugging at his collar, loosening it from where it's sticking to his body; seamlessly gliding his thick fingers around it's edge and down the front, in one motion undoing the top two buttons of his shirt and pulling his collar even further away from him.

Sami isn't sure he's even blinking anymore, he knows he's not moving, and he's not entirely sure he's breathing either; anticipation building, afraid he'll miss even a split second of this captivating display in front of him. Jey's flaunting, his seducing movements being laid bare for Sami to see, just for him, and only him. He's putting on a show, whether he knows it or not, and Sami is thirsting for it; his spellbound audience. Honestly Sami is about 60% sure Jey is oblivious to the effect he's having on Sami right now, and 40% sure he knows exactly what he's doing. Jey is too focused on his own neck; but his draw and pull at Sami is reeling him in; hook, line, and sinker. Sami is defenseless.

Jey's collar now more open is showing off the lengthy expanse of his neck, unveiling the bony slide of his collarbone fleeing modestly underneath the cloth resting on his shoulders, but still more of his delicious caramelized skin on display - a stark contrast to Sami's; the tips of his vibrant tattoos beautifully contrasting against his dark skin are playing hide and seek, disappearing down below tempting Sami from beneath; showing him just enough to be teasing him — It works. Sami wants to see more. He wants to taste more.

Sami's shifting his weight, using it as an excuse to shuffle a little closer and to the side, to get a better look. He knows it's probably not a good idea. But, he also needs to try and physically shake off some of this heavy arousal, its hunger that's been steadily building up and settling dangerously low in him. Anymore and any lower, his reaction is going to become undeniably physical. He's barely containing himself right now.

'Cool it, Sami,' he thinks to himself, making a concerted effort to shake himself out of it. It's simmering so close to the surface of his skin. Rearing to come out.

It isn't like it's the first time he's seeing it; the tattoos; the hickey...everything. But, he can never get enough, enough of this man. No matter, how many times he sees it. No matter, how many times he traces it, or how many times he memorizes it— With his eyes, with his fingers...with his lips, and with his tongue...

No matter, how many times..he looks at it; feels it; and tastes it..

The mark isn't small either; it's a lot bigger than he realizes. And intensely darker. It's a dark royal purple, fanning out bewitchingly, gorgeously full and rich, and Jey's poking and prodding; rubbing and feeling; using his fingers, mapping it out so reverently.

Sami feels a fresh rush of arousal slamming right through him, hitting him with a force once again. He's unconsciously licking his lips, wanting to do something, needing to do something, silently hoping he doesn't look like he's standing there looking desperately wanting, like a dog in heat. When; the magic is broken as Jey pauses giving him a dark look.

"This all yo' fault, Sami," he practically growls, accusingly, but...he doesn't look entirely displeased.

His eyes are narrowed, forehead drawn in, cute unhappy little wrinkles resting there, but there's an underlying softness to it, something gently unyielding. It's something Sami will never get used to seeing, having it directed at him, it's a rare look on Jey one he hardly ever lets anyone see, let alone willing shares with anyone. But, Sami sees it, because he's allowed to.

There's more to the look on Jey's face than just the surface.

Like flipping a coin. There's more underneath that's unseen, something more on the other side, not exclusively different but just waiting to be discovered. You just got to know, to look. And Sami knows, so he looks.

He's not surprised, he's come to learn that Jey feels, and he feels a lot, he's surprisingly giving with his emotions, selectively so. But when he gives, it's like a warm waterfall rushing over every part of you, it's intense and powerful, and there's no escaping it.

Jey's watching him, searing Sami with those big brown eyes of his, and Sami can feel the heat burning his skin.

Jey's pupils are blown wide, eyes darkening, storming and cloudy like a monsoon... but there's a ray of light piercing them, it's a mix of want, of lust, and of desire, and they're swirling dancing together in a perfect blend. And it's enough for Sami to spy, feeling it right to his soul, feeling its hold on him. And, it hits him like a hard punch to the chest, leaving him aching and breathless all over again.

These feelings Jey evoke in him aren't new, but it hits him just as hard every single time, exactly like as if it were the very first time.

And, this look Jey is directing at him, is the same look he's reflecting right back, only heavier, weightier, as he focuses his own gaze on Jey. Trying to convey to him just how much he's feeling himself. He's never getting over the fact that Jey started looking at him this way in the first place, continues to, and hasn't stopped, and he can only imagine the look on his own face right now.

Jey breaks eye contact, always trying to hide when it gets too much for him, too intense, as if embarrassed; or maybe it's just something he's not used to, allowing himself to be this open and vulnerable, receiving such unadulterated attention and affection; and showing the world, how he really feels. But, he does for Sami, and it makes Sami grateful, his heart full and aching in the best way -having the same affect on him always- his pulse thrumming, his chest tightening, and his breath stalling. He feels it all, every part, it's visceral.

He watches Jey again and takes in the look on his face, he can only describe it as floaty...and mesmerized, flittering across his face seemingly unaware of it as he's now slowly...purposefully... trailing a single finger, extending it unnecessarily slowly down the lengthy column of his neck, stroking it teasingly, and moving carefully, intentionally, over the mark on his neck, his mark. Still, inspecting it, intensely observing it through his phone.

At this point, Sami realizes that Jey knows exactly what he's doing, what he's doing to Sami — he's doing it on purpose...the sly little minx.

And oh boy, does that dooo things for Sami. His whole body shuddering at the realization, along with the look on Jey's face, and the way his finger is moving over his skin..., it's all too much and entirely not enough, a wave of primal want is beating right through him, the urge to surge forward and devour the man in front of him is fighting strongly against his resolution to stay put right where he is, as he wills himself to remain still. He's suddenly also very aware of the soon to be noticeable reaction in his pants, beginning to stir. 'Well, shit,'' thinks Sami.

He almost thinks he hears an echo..

"Well, shit, I'm fuckin' a teenager," mutters Jey, sounding positively disgruntled and put-out.

But, he's fast loosing the battle to look completely put-out and displeased, his lips betraying him twitching upwards and almost reluctantly curling at the corners, the spark in his eyes from earlier back full force.

"Hey!" protests Sami, indignantly, a little insulted, but actually not, cause he is acting like a fucking teenager around Jey.

Stepping forward, tugging his phone from Jey's grip and pocketing it, his other hand sliding hooking around the side of the Samoan, down low by his waist. "It's not my fault you're so—"

Don't say delicious, you always say that, you stupid," growls Jey, wriggling backwards, settling himself more comfortably on the table, thick thighs splaying open on either side, invitingly. His words saying one thing, his body saying something entirely different.

"I can't believe you, Sami. I can't believe ain't nobody say nothin'," complains Jey, trying to purse his lips in a firm line, annoyed, but all Sami is seeing is a poorly concealed pout. It's adorable.

Pout on his face Jey leans back on the table, lazily stretching out placing both hands behind him, he's leaning back lengthening out his torso slanting backwards fully displaying himself, like a peacock to his mate. Sami's hand that's found it's home on his waist following along, moving his own body in sync with Jey, forward as Jey moves back like two partners dancing as one.

"Maybe they missed it," whispers Sami, and he's not sure why he's whispering, but for whatever reason it feels right in that moment, so he does.

Perhaps, it's their sudden proximity, the closeness, the shared intimacy. And it's making him feel like it's just the two of them in existence right now, whispering like this makes it feel real, like they're even closer, that it's only them that exist. No one but Jey can hear his voice, they're the only ones sharing this.

His voice is a little scratchy, his throat is dry again, and he's finding it hard to do anything but answer to the pull that Jey has over him.

Unconsciously he's answering Jey's invitation, moving even further into his space. Unable to help himself, trying to reach more, wanting to touch more, wanting to feel all of him, having his hands roam all over. Sometimes Sami feels overwhelmed by Jey, wanting to just sink into him, to be absorbed by him and loosing himself completely, wanting to be fully immersed surrounded by him.

Sami's now gripping his hips with both hands in a secure hold, pulling him closer, Jey slides, without any resistance a little more towards him. Curling his long arms snuggly around Jey's firm waist embracing him fully, he feels different to anybody he's ever held, firmer thicker - pleasing, perhaps more so than anyone else if he were being honest. Definitely more.. Everything about Jey is perfect to Sami, a living Adonis, and who can blame him for thinking that as Jey rests warmly and willingly in his arms. Sami's never going to believe that this is his reality. Or, that he's ever going to be satisfied with anyone else. He's been completely ruined.

He settles in between Jey's thighs fitting himself in like a perfectly completed puzzle, flawless, it's no surprise to Sami though, just like everything else he knows, it just confirms that they're meant to be.

Now they remain shoulder to shoulder, chest to chest, hip to hip; thigh to thigh and pressing close, there's barely a breath between them. And, moving one hand in front, Sami's nimble fingers make quick work undoing another button on Jey's shirt. Softly continuing his path trailing north, tenderly touching his pale fingers along Jey's neck as he moves, sending shivers down Jey's spine, finally settling softly into his rich black curls, scratching gently with his nails working his way up, and back again, repeating the motion.

Jey's eyes flutter shut at the feeling of Sami's fingers running through his hair, letting out a rumbling purr deep and satisfying, the vibrations rippling against Sami's own chest, and he plasters himself closer wanting to feel every bit of it.

Sami's hand feels the slightest pressure as Jey leans back into it, silently asking for more, and inadvertently further baring his throat to Sami, clutching at him chest to chest, wanting to feel more of his touch.

Sami can't take his eyes off him. He's swallowing thickly, wanting to trail his tongue wetly along that delicious throat of his that's being offered to him, naked in front of him, waiting to be tasted. Sami, wanting to taste it, but he doesn't, he waits.

Wanting to undo another button, instead placing his hand back on Jey's waist, because there are no more buttons to undo and he mourns at what could've been, but Sami earlier undoing that last button is still enough to reveal a little more, a greater peek of his body, it's only a little more but he supposes is better than nothing.

"Or, maybe they're impressed," says Sami, both hands now settled warm on Jey's waist, finally finishing his sentence after what seems like eternity. Jey doesn't even remember what it is about anymore, but still wants to say something, the incessant need to shut Sami up hijacking him like always, the one that's been there ever since the very first time Sami opened his mouth to speak in his presence.

"There ain't nothin' impressive 'bout—Uhhh!...ahhSamiii..!! Mmmm....," mewls Jey, unable to stop himself, his whole body seizing up to the unexpectedly warm mouth currently open, wet and sucking lightly on his skin, teasingly. He's arching up, hands fisting hard into Sami's shirt, strong thighs clamping together squeezing themselves tighteningly in response, they're wrapped almost painfully around Sami's own upper thighs.

It should be embarrassing but it feels so good that he doesn't care, as his hands finding a firm hold on Sami's shoulders, fingers digging in before sliding it around the back of his neck, feeling his way up into his hair, gripping firmly and pushing Sami's face even closer against his skin, wanting him to suck harder brazenly offering more of his neck to Sami, unashamedly, who in turn is now hungrily taken to stroking his tongue across eagerly lapping at Jey's bruise tasting it as if savoring and relishing it's unique flavor melting onto his tongue, like a kitten desperate for milk.

Jey can't get enough he's pushing closer, pulling firmer, his thoughts in overdrive running wild wanting that thick warm muscle to be in other places soon.

"We gotta stop," gasps Jey, panting heavily, but not loosening his grip on Sami in the slightest, "We gotta eat lun..."

"Are you seriously saying that to me right now?" replies Sami, pausing only for a second then going back to gently nipping at the corner of Jey's jaw, just enough so he can feel the sharp scrape of Sami's teeth but light enough to to be playful, and Jey lets out a shudderingly pleased sigh, tugging at Sami's hair ever so slightly in response.

"I'm starting to think you've got some kind of biting kink, Jey," teases Sami, grinning, curling his tongue out running just the tip of it on Jey just cause he can, and being unable to resist tasting him again dutifully nipping and nibbling, running his lips just under his jawline.

"I ain't..anhhh..uhhh..I ain't got nothin' to...unhhh...say to that, Ucee..," slurs Jey, unable to do anything but, long lashes fluttering in pleasure fighting to keep them open. He's trying to speak with conviction, but he's barely choking out the words, slurring, drunk on Sami's attention.

Sami fueled with hunger continues tracing a path along Jey's skin, peppering him with little imprints of his lips across the surface of his throat, as much as he tries, Sami cannot keep his lips of Jey, as he's making his way to the unmarked skin on the left side of Jey's neck.

Taking his time, Sami takes a deep breath in, inhaling him, slowly running his nose steadily along Jey's warm skin, just breathing smelling and taking him in, running his tongue meticulously across his flesh, sampling tasting and savoring him. His senses are filled with a delicious mix a little soapy and a little spicy, a little salty and a whole lot fresh, and so completely Jey underneath it all.

"If anyone be kinky, i'z you, Uc—," gasps Jey, still wanting to prove a point. Meaningless as it is.

And Sami takes pity on him letting him have this win. "Guilty as charged," admits Sami, feeling no real shame or remorse, and he's leaning into Jey again, slurping on the taut line of his neck unable to get enough, making the Samoan squeeze him even closer, extending his neck even more, moaning and writhing in pleasure.

"But it was you who made me this way, you made me this 'kinky'," growls Sami lowly, his lips brushing against the smooth of Jey's neck as he speaks, hot breath dancing across his wet skin. Making Jey shudder, and Sami's giving him a couple more decisive and deliberate licks. Just to prove his point.

Jey is now wet, completely coated in Sami's saliva, it's gross but he's so turned on by it that he's shaking with want.

"Fuckkk," grates out Jey, shaky hands embedding themselves tighter in Sami's hair giving it another tug, feeling almost hypersensitivity a mouth-watering prickling rippling across his skin in reaction to Sami's unrelenting mouth, lavishing him.

Good thing Sami enjoys the pressure to his scalp, it happens often enough, it's the slightest pleasurable pain always sending a little shiver up his spine, just like right now; and maybe part of Jey knows it as he feels it, he's always messing with Sami's hair, always tangling his fingers in it unable to help it, his hands fully burying itself holding on tight, almost using it as his anchor to ground himself when the sensations start to overtake him, and when Sami starts to overwhelm him.

"If you gonna mark me up again, do it where ain't nobody can see," groans out Jey, breathlessly, he wants this.

He can hide it with the tops he wears, but not if it's too high up on his neck..

Sami pulls back a little, bumping and sliding his nose cutely against Jey's along the way, telling him without words that he appreciates it and he really wants this too, and he'll give Jey everything he wants and more.

Sami grins at him, all teeth, eyes sparkling pulling at Jey's shirt pushing it back more, and snagging his fingers under its collar, quickly dragging it to the side. "Whatever you say Jey," he murmurs, eyes already half-closed as he plants his face onto Jey's naked chest just beneath his collarbone, mouth open and hot against his skin teeth out ready...aiming for another hickey to match the first.

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Thank you for reading! Let me know what you think and if you would like an explicit Part 2! 🩷

[greygirlmoxley]

Masterlist

I realize that my masterlist was unavailable on mobile because it is a separate page. I have not written anything new in a while as I have been trying to house all my stories at AO3. If you’re interested, the stores are listed below; I appreciate your read!

Ambrollins

That Beast Inside  

Dean Ambrose/Jon Moxley

“Ain’t trying to cause her no complications……” (Choose 2 request)  

“All these raindrops……” (Choose 2 request)  

“And I love it when we misbehave…” (Choose 2 request)  

“Are you gonna open this door…” (1 of 6 request)  

“Baby, you just a little too sweet for me…” (Choose 2 request)  

Bedroom Wrestling Ring: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, and Part Ten

Best Kept Secret  

“Boy, you never lose…” (Choose 2 request)  

“Cause I’m just a prisoner …” (Choose 2 request)  

Couch Cuddles  

Daddy’s Good Girl: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three

“Dean, what I hate the most…” (1 of 6 request)  

Don’t Come Looking for Love  

“Every little thing you do…” (Choose 2 request)  

Everything’s On Me 

Good Girls Get Lonely  

Got a Thing For You  

“Got a taste for the cherry…” (Choose 2 request)  

“Grab my body, baby…” (Choose 2 request)  

“Head on your chest,babe…” (Choose 2 request)  

“Hey sweet cheeks…” (1 of 6 request)  

“How to love, he ain’t got a clue…” (Choose 2 request)  

“I am not really known…” (Choose 2 request)  

IDGAF  

“I can’t figure out…” (Choose 2 request)  

“I couldn’t be more proud…” (1 of 6 request)  

“If it does rain…” (Choose 2 request)  

“I know this is unlike me…” (1 of 6 request)  

“I love you…” (1 of 6 request)  

“I’m gonna be a what…” (1 of 6 request)

“I’m just looking for ways…” (Choose 2 request)  

Jealous Type

Know It’s Not Over: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five,  Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, and Part Ten (Conclusion)

A Lady’s Loyalty  

“Let your guard down a little…” (Choose 2 request)  

“Love and hate, get it wrong…” (Choose 2 request)  

“Maybe I’m just wrong…” (Choose 2 request)  

Maybe It’s The Way You Hold Me  

“Now that I know the truth…” (Choose 2 Request)  

On My Radar  

Pain In My Heart: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, and Part Ten (Conclusion)  

“Say you don’t…” (Choose 2 request)  

See, My Sun Won’t Shine   

“Slow your roll, cowboy…” (1 of 6 request)  

“So busy trying to play with my head …” (Choose 2 request)  

Some Girls Like Simple  

“Sunshine, huh, I can live with that…” (1 of 6 request)  

“That’s not gonna happen…” (1 of 6 request)  

“That’s why…” (Choose Two request)  

Testing Waters  

“There’s one heart…” (1 of 6 request)  

Times Like These: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, and Part Ten (Conclusion)  

Tough Love: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, and Part Four  

“We were bound…” (1 of 6 request)  

“Why you gotta make your heart so hard to find…” (Choose 2 request)  

Workaholic   

“You couldn’t remember your phone number so…” (1 of 6 request)  

“You make me a better person…” (1 of 6 request)  

“You got all the questions…” (Choose 2 request)  

“You make it hard for me…” (Choose 2 Request)  

“You say why…” (Choose 2 request)  

“You won’t be laughing…” (1 of 6 request)  

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Finn Balor

Rather Be  

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Roman Reigns

“All I need is you…” (1 of 6 request)  

“And I love it when we misbehave…” (Choose 2 request)  

“Do you feel…” (1 of 6 request)  

Don’t Want the Rest of Your Life  

“Don’t worry, once I get to you…” (Choose 2 request)  

Feel the Same Way I Do  

“Happy Birthday…” (Choose 2 request)  

“I can’t figure out…” (Choose 2 request)  

“I can’t lie, I miss you much…” (Choose 2 request)  

“I can’t live without you…” (1 of 6 request)  

“If you keep this up…” (Choose 2 request)  

“I get filthy when…” (1 of 6 request)

“I heard…” (1 of 6 request)

“I know you only see me…” (1 of 6 request)  

“I…I lost…” (1 of 6 request)  

“I’m always going to…” (1 of 6 request)  

“I may not…” (1 of 6 request)  

“I’m down for a one night stand…” (Choose 2 Request)  

“I’m the girl you’ve been waiting for…” (Choose 2 request)  

“I never knew I needed…” (1 of 6 request)  

“I thought I made myself clear…” (1 of 6 request)  

“I want you to meet…” (1 of 6 request)  

“Mind is worn…” (Choose 2 request)  

“My heart belongs to you…” (Choose 2 request)  

Rock the Boat: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, and Part Ten (Conclusion)  

Saddle Up  

“She said she wish…” (Choose 2 request)  

“Sorry for the trouble…” (Choose 2 request)  

“This ain’t the right time…” (Choose 2 request)  

“To say we’re in love is dangerous…” (Choose 2 request)  

Tree Carvings

“Try to keep my balance……” (Choose 2 request)  

Welcome Home  

“What did I do…” (1 of 6 request)

“Where the hell have you been…” (Choose Two request)  

“Will you be mine…” (1 of 6 request)  

“You’re all I’ll ever need…” (1 of 6 request)  

“You’re poison running through my veins…” (Choose 2 Request)  

“You are you the love of my life…” (1 of 6 request)  

You Can’t Get It Back  

“You got all the questions…” (Choose 2 request)  

“You mean…” (1 of 6 request)  

You Must Be Onto Me  

“You ruined the surprise…” (1 of 6 request)

“You walked into my life…” (Choose 2 request)  

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Sami Zayn

Imma Flirt  

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Seth Rollins

All the Girls Aren’t After You  

“And I don’t wanna come between you and your man…” (Choose 2 request)

“Are you ashamed of me…” (1 of 6 request)  

“Are you cheating…” (1 of 6 request)  

“Babe, your champ is home…” (1 of 6 request)  

“Babe, he’ll be fine…” (1 of 6 request)  

Blinded  

Blurred Images  

“Do you really want…” (1 of 6 request)  

“Don’t you dare…” (1 of 6 request)  

Hallway Homies  

“How could you…” (1 of 6 request)  

“I am a fire, you’re gasoline…” (Choose 2 request)  

“I can’t believe…” (1 of 6 request)  

“I can’t figure out…” (Choose 2 request)  

“I don’t mean to interrupt your life…” (Choose 2 request)  

“I just pray…” (Choose 2 request)  

“I saw you…” (1 of 6 request)  

“I’m just looking for ways…” (Choose 2 request)  

“I’m just tryna…” (1 of 6 request)  

“In your arms…” (1 of 6 request)  

Is You Somebody’s Baby  

“I was the one…” (Choose 2 request)  

Keeper  

“Maybe I Deserve…” (Choose 2 request)  

Pay It No Mind: Part One and Part Two  

Perfume  

“She said she wish…” (Choose 2 request)  

“So give me that high……” (Choose 2 request)  

Success Brings Suspicions  

“This is falling…” (1 of 6 request)  

What You Want  

Wrong Words, Wrong Time  

“You know our love would be tragic…” (Choose 2 request)  

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The Shield

Birthday Boys  

Chicken Noodle Soup  

Roll With the Punches  

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Co-Wrote

Chance Encounter  

Family Matters  

The Female Architect  

Inner Bad Girl  

Make Believe I Don’t Care  

Putting Things Right  

That’s What Friends Are For  

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Drabble Collection

Drabbles (1st Edition - Halloween)  

Drabbles (2nd Edition - Happy Holidays)  

Drabbles (3rd Edition - Valentine’s Day)  

Drabbles (4th Edition - Types of Kisses)  

[afterdarkprincess]

🌟✨ Fic Masterlist ✨🌟

Sami Zayn & Jey Uso

Aftershocks Rating: Explicit Word Count: 14,595 Summary: Sami and Jey dealing with the aftermath of Tribal Combat at SummerSlam Masterpost Pretty in Pink- Aftershocks side story Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,570 Summary: On a brief vacation from shows, Sami comes home to find his boyfriend all dressed up and waiting for him. Post

The Devil's in the Details (But You Got a Friend in Me) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 33,090 (currently) Summary: Royal Rumble AU- Sami gets injured at the Rumble and never betrays Roman. Friends to Lovers through SummerSlam Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Sweet Like Justice Rating: Gen Word Count: 660 Summary: Backstage at Crown Jewel, Jey and Sami hatch a plan to subvert the Judgement Day Post

A Moment Backstage Rating: Gen Word Count: 1,027 Summary: Sami and Jey share an interaction backstage before the Tag Title Rematch (set during Nov 13th 2023 Monday Night Raw) Post

Ruin(ed) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 729 Summary: Watching from backstage as Rhea flirts with Jey, Sami gets possessive and pulls Jey into the closest closet Post

Beauty Rating: Mature Word Count: 356 Summary: Sami Zayn reflects on the most beautiful thing he's ever seen Post

Did you touch yourself to the thought of me? Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1051 Summary:Sami finds out just how long Jey had been thinking about the two of them together. Post am I allowed to cry? Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,556 Summary: Sami reflects on his relationship with Jey and the visions of Jey he sees in his head. Post

fuck it if i can't have him Rating: Mature Word Count: 1,514 Summary: Jey reflects on the choices he's made since the Royal Rumble and his feelings for Sami Post I love you (it's ruining my life) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,372 Summary: Sami and Jey realize they're in the same hotel and meet up for a late night discussion. Post

Seth Rollins & Roman Reigns & Jon Moxley

tangled up with you all night (burning it down) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,720 Summary: Shield Era 2012 Seth has an encounter with 2023's Jon Moxley and Tribal Chief. Sexytimes ensue. Post

Seth Rollins & Jon Moxley

all you ever did was wreck me (yeah you wreck me) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,278 Summary: Newly returned Dean Ambrose has a press event at the WWE Performance Center and World Heavyweight Champion Seth Rollins is among those there to greet him. They find one another in a practice room long after everyone else has gone home and things escalate quickly. Post

mine Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,083 Summary: Dean Ambrose pays Seth Rollins a visit after Smackdown 3/29/24 to remind Seth who he belongs to. Post

The Bloodline- Roman & Sami

ours Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,990 Summary: After WarGames, Roman decides what Sami Zayn's place is in the bloodline, a willing hole for them to use. Post Roman's Pet Rating: Explicit Word Count: 859 Summary: Roman's pet Sami serves the Tribal Chief and earns his reward Post

Sami & Jey & Cody Rhodes

Can't Keep My Hands to Myself Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6,053 Summary: Things get a little heated in the bus after the Fastlane Press Conference, Sami facetimes his boyfriend to get in on the action. Part 1 Part 2

Jey Uso & Cody Rhodes

you can be rough, I can take it Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,108 Summary: Set after Fastlane 2023 press conference- Cody and Jey fall into bed together after winning the undisputed tag team championships. Post

Jey Uso & Sami Zayn & Cody Rhodes & Seth Rollins

all's fair in love and war Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,413 Summary: Aftermath of November 20th Monday Night Raw- Jey panics at hearing Randy Orton's name out of Cody's mouth. He's lost the advantage and feels less secure than ever in his position on their team, but Sami, Cody, and Seth are there to support and spoil him. Part 1 Part 2

LA Knight & JD McDonagh

nothing safe is worth the drive (and I will follow you home) Rating: Gen/Teen Word Count: 1,305 Summary: LA Knight waits and watches and worries as JD fights in the Wargames match and comforts him afterwards. Post

Seth Rollins & Jey Uso

dont worry, I'll be gentle Rating: Explicit Word Count: 331 Summary: Seth ties up Jey for some playtime Post

Jey Uso x Reader

can you feel how much I want you? Rating: Mature Word Count: 774 Summary: You've had one of the best nights of your life at the Royal Rumble, and you go out with the rest of the locker room to celebrate and run into your best friend Jey after a few drinks. Post

CM Punk/Drew McIntyre

i won't be denied by you (the animal inside of you) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 932 Summary: Drew McIntyre is obsessed with CM Punk. Haunted by CM Punk. Possessed by him. Post

Winner Take All Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,778 Summary: After their encounters on the April 29th Monday Night RAW, Drew McIntyre finds CM Punk backstage. Alone. Post

Acts of Contrition Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,581 Summary: Drew kidnaps CM Punk and cleanses him of his many sins Post

Solo Sikoa/ Sami Zayn

Leather & Lace Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,009 Summary: Solo Sikoa finds himself as the new Tribal Chief. The Tribal Chief gets what the Tribal Chief wants. Solo Sikoa wants Sami Zayn. Post

[wayward719]

Is anyone else here a musical/theatre fan and a fan of wrestling?? Cause I got a list of songs that match the wrestlers

“What is this feeling?” from Wicked for codyroman

Also “Stayed gone” from Hazbin hotel for codyroman (such Vox and Alastor vibes)

“Still holding my hand” from Matilda reminds me of samijey🥹

Oh and “Smell of rebellion” also from Matilda is totally the Rocks song to the roster, Cody mainly

Pleaseee tell me if anyone else gets it lol big fan of theatre and wrestling here so my mind does mash ups a lot

[rheaanddamianfan]

Happy Birthday Roman reigns!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[kyleoreillylover]

The Princess of The Bloodline

"𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙣. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 – 𝙢𝙮 𝙒𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣'𝙨 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥, 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨. 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙛𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢."

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐋𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐘/𝐍. (𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐡 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡)

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𝘏𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮: 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭, 𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘤, 𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘢

𝘔𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘍𝘰𝘳

2 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘙𝘖𝘏 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘯 (𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰)

1 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘕𝘟𝘛 𝘞𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘯

1 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘙𝘢𝘸 𝘞𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯'𝘴 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘯

1 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘚𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘞𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯'𝘴 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘯

𝘙𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘙𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 (2020)

1 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘴 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘯

𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘞𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯'𝘴 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 (𝘋𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘴 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘕𝘟𝘛 𝘞𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘯 & 𝘕𝘟𝘛 𝘛𝘢𝘨 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦)

𝘔𝘐𝘛𝘉 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 (2017)

1 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘞𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯'𝘴 𝘛𝘢𝘨 𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘯 (𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘓𝘺𝘯𝘤𝘩)

1 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘕𝘟𝘛 𝘵𝘢𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘒𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯 𝘖𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘴 (𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰)

𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘡𝘢𝘺𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘒𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯 𝘖𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘙𝘖𝘏 𝘋𝘢𝘺𝘴

𝘔𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘞𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢 39 (𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘚𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘢 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴)

𝘔𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴

𝘔𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘞𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢

𝘙𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘙𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 (2020)

𝘋𝘦𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 2003, 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘞𝘞𝘌 𝘪𝘯 2013, 𝘸𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘳 in that same year

𝘞𝘰𝘯 𝘋𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘴 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘈𝘑 𝘓𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘥 (𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦)

𝘒𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯 𝘖𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘕𝘟𝘛 𝘞𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯'𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘪𝘷𝘢'𝘴 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘡𝘢𝘺𝘯'𝘴 (𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘢 𝘕𝘟𝘛 𝘋𝘦𝘤 2014)

𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘞𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯'𝘴 𝘔𝘐𝘛𝘉 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 & 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘓𝘺𝘯𝘤𝘩

𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 (𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘒𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯 𝘖𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘴)

𝘙𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴

𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴: 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘍𝘢𝘵𝘶, 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘝𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘰, 𝘓𝘪𝘷 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯, 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘙𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘴, 𝘑𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘺 𝘜𝘴𝘰, 𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘚𝘪𝘬𝘰𝘢, 𝘉𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘞𝘺𝘢𝘵𝘵.

𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴: 𝘑𝘦𝘺 𝘜𝘴𝘰, 𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘡𝘢𝘺𝘯

𝘌𝘯𝘦��𝘪𝘦𝘴: 𝘒𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯 𝘖𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘴, 𝘙𝘩𝘦𝘢 𝘙𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘺, 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘓𝘺𝘯𝘤𝘩, 𝘉𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘢 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯'𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴.

𝘎𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴: 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘯-2003-2020 (𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦), 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘞𝘌- 2020-𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 (𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭).

a/n: wanted to give a lil backstory, so if I write little blurbs like this about her past relationships (like her in nxt with Kevin/sami and roman) that are still connected to the series, don't get too surprised lol. Hope ya'll enjoyed this!

[taydaq]

Since these are just kisses, I won't put them under a cut and also, I'm feeling bitter towards tumblr right now after the last issue, haha. Here's some samijey and ambreigns for you tonight!

I really like drawing kisses if you couldn't already tell. ;))

[void-detective]

Tribal Chief - Solosami/Zakoa fic ☝️

[[GIF NOT MINE! ALL DIVIDERS MADE BY CAFEKITSUNES]]

Warnings: family drama, mentions of samijey, angst (Sami is torn between Jey and Solo), past relationships, first kiss, and hurt comfort.

Word count: 2,468

Authors note: uhm, because of the lack of any content? I thought their dynamic was always cute and now with Solo as tribal chief I'm even more curious to explore it.

Summary: After an intense confrontation with Jey leaves Sami reeling, he seeks out to play his ever present peacemaker role. And meeting Solo again in his new tribal chief role brings up unresolved and old emotions for both parties.

“Well Sami, you wouldn't understand. ‘Cause you're not family, uce.”

Those words stung worse than any hit he had ever taken, like a knife had been dug directly into his heart. It burned his soul and brought a downcasted feeling to his very being like Jey had spit on everything the two of them had created. Just months ago they were teaming with each other to face common threats. The weight lifted from their shoulders with the departure of Roman and Sami had proudly watched the color return to Jey's face as he flourished without his cousin.

It had positively elated Sami like no other watching him holding aloft his first singles championship after defeating Bron. He remembered how enthusiastically he had embraced and eagerly calmed down Jey from the overwhelming emotions of winning. He remembered holding him and getting lost in joy seeing the light on his eyes. Jey was happy.

And so was he.

But as Roman and Jimmy slowly began to make their way back into the picture it almost felt like a switch had been pulled in Jey. To Sami he had a hunch that even with months away from Roman there was a part of Jey who still lurked with those old right hand man tendencies. The aggression, the hatred, the compliance, and the cruelty that Roman had groomed. All of it was still there even under the fact Jey had gotten away.

Perhaps he was being a bit quick to pin the blame but he wouldn't be all to surprised if Jimmy's presence and influence was already weaseling its way back into Jey's mind. He knew his twin was temperamental and sometimes didn't always think with his head before doing things, but even more so now it seemed the older Uso’s hostility had gotten worse. Could you blame him for not trusting Sami after he betrayed Roman? It was only fair it seemed like he had spit on the family that he had been let into.

A part of him believed that perhaps Jimmy may never understand the full layers of trauma inflicted on him and Jey by staying in Roman's presence. A part of him wished he could see under the armor and hoped a part of Jimmy knew everything Roman had done was wrong even if he was to hard headed to see it now.

But now after fretting his very well intentioned worry to Jey over the situation he was instead met with aggression and hostility where there had been none for months. And it had scared him into silence even staring as he saw the flicker of regret linger on those hazel eyes before he was left reeling. His relationship with Jey since leaving the Bloodline had really been up in a debate due to his friendship (fragile) with Kevin and Jey's independence now trying to solidify his singles career. They had been on and off dating? If you could call what they did dating due to their schedules and now the current family situation that had been boiling since Bad Blood.

They had always been super affectionate whether it being hugs or kisses. He knew Jey was still recovering just as he was from Roman's hold so they had been taking it slow and when Jey had requested he needed time he had respectfully agreed. Both of them in stress for different reasons but reasons all the same with people they cared about.

However what he couldn't wrap his head around was Jimmy and Roman spewing and hammering the idea that Solo was the worst. The more or less lesser of evil as Sami saw it. He wasn't stupid or blinded by his past with Roman nor as much as he loved Jey would he allow it to cloud his judgment. He knew Solo was far from being worse than the treatment that everyone in the Bloodline had received by the hands of the OTC. Solo never used his power to manipulate, he didn't rule through fear for his Bloodline, he didn't cheat much, never gaslighting, and he never treated anyone with less respect than he expected to himself. Yet he was the bad guy here.

Sami and Solo had been close in the original Bloodline during his time teaming and becoming close with the rest of the men. He had always known Solo as the quiet guy only ever being the one to carry out the dirty work. Though he knew Solo was destined for greatness the moment he came to NXT. He remembered how delighted he was just to see the smallest quirk of his lips from his silly quips or jokes and how excited he had become when Solo called him, ‘his dawg.’ If anything to Sami he knew somewhere in that cold demeanor that Solo cared maybe even had loved him as family too.

But now standing backstage aimlessly walking he felt lost in what to do in the midst of what seemed like the reforming of the original Bloodline. It all felt surreal and to him he was frustrated, so frustrated. He was afraid even for Jimmy because for the past few SmackDown’s and PLE’s Roman had shown no changes let alone uttered the word ‘i’m sorry’ to either Jimmy or Jey. He wanted to shake sense into the younger twin because he saw how unapologetic Roman remained on not being any different then the man that had caused so much heartache.

The man who drove away his own family.

Sami was so lost in his own turmoil and mind that he hadn't processed the fact someone was calling his name till now. He slowed his pace and blinked back the raging storm in his mind as he turned to gaze behind himself and frowned. And to his surprise there was the man himself, someone he hadn't talked to since he had betrayed the Bloodline.

Solo.

To his surprise it wasn't an aggressive or hostile approach like his brothers and cousin, it was open and relaxed. His stance comfortable and radiating a confidence Sami had never seen in his time as the enforcer. It was pleasing to see how much Sikoa had grown into his own as the new Tribal Chief and even more so to see him free of the position that he and previously the Uso's had believed was holding him back.

“Solo, hey man.” Zayn chuckled feeling a bit awkward at first as he ran a hand over the neck of his neck and gave an apologetic smile as he shifted to his feet. “Listen, about Roman and the betrayal I-” He had began feeling the need to bury the hatchet and give an apology that was needed or so he felt was. But to his surprise he was cut short by Solo holding up a finger to quiet him as he shook his head.

“No Sami, that's not necessary.” Solo started with a monotone tone that wasn't rude, just a bit firm in the way he said it. He raised a hand to rub his jaw as he stepped forward and gazed up towards Sami with a serious look. “I don't care about what you did, I understand.” He added calmly and gave a half smile as he lowered his hand back to his side.

Sami felt a bit of relief tug on his heart but his nerves still danced at the sight of the Tongans and especially from the intense almost feral stare down from the Samoan Werewolf, Jacob Fatu. He was still wary about Solo's new Bloodline despite the non aggressive (mostly) way they handled themselves and the unfamiliarity of the cousins Solo had brought in.

Solo, having caught on to the unease and slight fidget under the gaze of his Bloodline, gave a short chuckle. He turned his head and gave a small gesture to Jacob who lessened his murderous stare and opted to look on readily. “Hey, don't let them intimidate you, Sam. They are harmless and they're with me.” He reassured him holding a hand in a dirt of placating gesture. “These are my cousins, Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa.” He stepped slightly to the side and gestured a hand out.

Tama nodded his head in response and grinned widely as he kept his hands folded in front of himself while his brother Tonga simply nodded. The pair of them a famous tag team Sami has heard of a few times from NJPW and from Cody from time to time. They were mostly quiet and just there it seemed, so unlike the energy he had felt from Jimmy and Jey constant almost bubby energy. They were calm and focused nothing to out of note except the odd growling and sounds Tama occasionally gave out.

“And this.” Solo smiled proudly and placed a hand on Jacob's shoulder as he looked at Sami. “Is Jacob, he's my enforcer and another one of my cousins.” He nodded and patted the tense man with a proud look.

Jacob flipped his dreads out his face almost too aggressively and gave a small grunt of acknowledgement as he stood there. Seemingly always on edge or ready for a fight as he moved his leg slightly restlessly at his side as he eyed the Canadian with an underlying suspension but made no comment.

Sami still felt no more relaxed but in all honesty he trusted Solo’s judgment and that proud smile almost made him want to grin too. It seemed so foreign to watch the stoic former enforcer smile and joke so freely like his brothers. It made Sami wonder if Solo had been keeping a part of himself hidden under the leadership of Roman just to keep up appearances. Though now seeing him so relaxed and happy made him feel the same amount of pride as he had for Jey. At least some more good had come out of his betrayal.

“Yeah well I'm so glad to see you coming into your own Solo. You deserved everything, especially being tribal chief.” Sami smiled earnestly with a heartfelt tone as he gestured towards the ula fala Solo now adorned. “My tribal chief.” He added a bit cheekily as he grinned a bit, feeling his heart race at the way Sikoa seemed to perk up and puff up proudly from the acknowledgement.

Solo nodded in approval and looked to both sides of him, getting a nod from both Tongans as he gave a genuine laugh. “See! It's not hard but everyone seems to think it's impossible. Still acknowledging Roman like he ain't done anything wrong.” He scoffed and shook his head feeling frustrated with people still hating him despite him not doing anything to be hateable in his eyes.

“I feel like I'm in a crazy dream when I heard the others act like you had set the plague or something compared to Roman.” Sami nodded along feeling like he was finally heard as he expressed his frustrations to the younger sibling. His eyes still wary and his tone tired as he sighed, rubbing his temples just shaking his head. “I dunno Solo, Jey is acting all hostile again and Jimmy acts like I'm still the worst..and I just..” He sighed letting his shoulders slump in defeat as he resigned himself to the idea that Jey might just fall back into old habits.

Solo seeing this had softened and sighed as he nodded along with a disappointed yet knowing look in his eyes. His gaze sympathetic as he stepped forward and placed his hands on Sami's shoulders gently but firmly. “You are family to me Sam, my dawg…everything.” He empathized, squeezing his shoulders and ducked his gaze trying to catch Sami's eyes. “I want you in my Bloodline Sami, I know tensions are high and you want to be with Jey when this is all said and done but we both know Roman ain't no different then when you left.”

The sincerity in his tone and words caught him by surprise and he felt the hurt get a bit of balm soothed by the blonde as he was speaking. His logical side screamed to agree and let things play out but still his heart was he might betray Jey worse and drive him more into Roman by joining Sikoa. Though a deeper more pained side of himself reared its head and he felt anger and frustration from the stress bubbling dangerously.

Was this the right call?

Sami ultimately felt his resolve waver and his emotions washed over him as his eyes locked with the intense yet soft gaze of Solo. His heart torn but knowing that he'd only hurt himself more by letting himself be lured back into Roman's Bloodline. The actions to both to Kevin and Jey, three years of trauma and torment. He loved Jey but he was tired and the family drama felt like a weight he couldn't escape even now.

His own body worked accordingly almost on autopilot as he leaned forward and hugged Solo feeling a sense of comfort wash over his battered soul feeling the tight yet real hug given by the new tribal chief. It was full of more love and meaning than Reigns had ever tried to give in the past. Was he really evil? He felt his body melt slightly as he closed his eyes, giving a shaky sigh as he frowned, feeling Solo's gloved fingers thread through his ginger locks.

The warm and firmness of the bigger Samoan was grounding and he felt his stress slowly melting as the ghost of a shiver run up his back when Solo's breath fanned over his ear. His words soft spoken comfort and reassurance as he gazed over Sami's shoulder to share a silent message to the other members of his Bloodline.

Zayn hadn't even registered what was happening till he felt tentative yet gentle fingers running in his beard and cupping his cheeks with the smooth gloves. His eyes flicking to meet the stoic gaze that was Solo and for a moment his heart skipped and he swallowed thickly as the other man leaned forward and ghosted a tentative kiss to his lips before pulling back. It almost seemed fearful and hesitant as if expecting rejection but softening seeing none. Solo was much more soft and affectionate then Sami had expected especially since in their time in the Bloodline there wasn't a lot of tension at least he hadn't felt it unless he never noticed Sikoa’s attraction.

It was wrong but…

It felt nice.

But unnoticed by the group there was a figure standing at the corner of the hallway staring on at the interaction. Their hand tightening into the temple of pink ‘yeet’ glasses making them creak under the pressure till they turned and stalked off silently down the other way.

[mostlikelythedevil]

Haunted. | [Chapter Five, Mid-Chapter]

Pairing(s): Kevin Owens x Fem!Zayn!Reader, Solo Sikoa x Fem!Zayn!Reader

Warning(s): Explicit Language

Word Count: 2,905

Chapter Summary: The Bloodline have another discussion about Sami Zayn's younger sister while on the way to their hotel for the weekend. Roman and Solo have some very interesting private thoughts about their soon-to-be newest member.

Link(s): AO3, Masterlist

Note(s): This was a really fun chapter to write out! I feel like I did a decent job showing the relationships within The Bloodline, but please let me know if you disagree. As always, feel free to leave feedback/ideas/discussion!

Tag(s): @crowleysqueenofhell @raeluvshammett @mohawkmama

The inside of the limousine is nothing short of impressive: white and brown leather seats, an entire mini bar filled with the finest liquors, and custom lighting controls. Even with five men lining the innards, there is no lack of space for them to stretch out after a long night; something that Roman is, though entitled to have, grateful to have — nothing would be worse than being cramped after a long night.

Roman sits in the middle of the seating, as per his usual, with a strong whiskey in hand and his legs outstretched. Despite not having a match on Smackdown, he is tired; the on-going issue with Sami’s sister is something that has been more stressful than anticipated with her unusual stubbornness. It doesn’t make sense as to why she is so defiant; she is being offered the opportunity of a lifetime at the side of The Bloodline, especially as someone so new to the challenge of being televised, and yet she continues to spit at the offer.

Truthfully, though, the younger Zayn being so very headstrong is almost commendable. Her determination to be her own person, to fight through the highs and lows of becoming a fan-favorite, reminds Roman of himself when he was younger; he struggled desperately to be the one that the crowd adored for a very, very long time. He did everything by the books, and he was good, but where did that get him? The crowd rejected him — hated him. Now, with the same determination that condemned him put into himself rather than the crowd, he commands respect. Sami’s sister could have all of that without the struggle. She would.

Sami’s sister would have the rise to fame that Roman should have had when he joined the main roster; she would be on top of the world with no bumps, no foolish determination pushing her to nothing. Championships, luxury, and money would be near meaningless in the piles that she would have — in exchange for her undying loyalty and obedience to The Bloodline. Her dominance over the women’s division, among many other things, would be crucial to her necessity; of course, this would take time to build given her greenery, but he could be patient. Having both Zayn siblings so indebted to him is too invaluable to be impatient about.

“I have to admit,” Roman breaks the silence in the limousine as it begins moving, “I’m impressed with your sister, Sami.”

Sami, who is sitting next to Solo on the farthest side of the limousine, looks up from the floor with a nervous smile. “Yeah?” He asks, almost sounding in disbelief.

Roman nods, taking a long sip of his whiskey. “I think we all expected her to be a little upset about the whole championship thing with Kevin, but coming out with that sledgehammer? She could have taken care of our Kevin Owens problem all on her own if she wasn’t stopped,” he almost laughs as he speaks, though he instead turns to glare at Solo.

“I’ve certainly never seen her so angry,” Sami agrees, eyes following Roman’s to Solo. Sami frowns, looking away rather quickly; the last thing he wants to do is upset the man sitting beside him for the next hour or so.

“And even in all of that anger, she still made the choice to allow Solo to keep his undefeated streak.” Roman turns his attention back to Sami. “That’s growth — growth in the span of hours.”

Jimmy nods in agreement. “It was crazy out there, dawg. I ain’t ever seen Little Zayn so aggressive; I mean, I thought she might put Kev out for good. Imagine the shit she’ll do with us.”

Beside Jimmy, opposite of Sami and Solo, Jey rolls his eyes. “Shit, Uce, you thought she was gonna put us all out for good.” He snickers, pulling at his brother’s arm playfully. “Pullin’ on Solo’s leg like you was playin’ tug-o-war.”

“You was panicked out there.” Solo confirms, a slight smirk on his lips.

Jimmy rolls his eyes, pushing Jey’s arm off of him. “She come out lookin’ like she crawled straight outta some horror movie with all the blood and the sledgehammer draggin’ behind her and shit — and I’m the weird one here?” He shakes his head. “Nah. Y’all lost y’all damn minds.”

“I told y’all she had fire, didn’t I? She looked like a monster out there.” Solo leans back against the leather, arms folded over his chest. “She needs to learn when to stop, though.”

Roman, nose flared, turns to his cousin. “Is that why you felt the need to step in? You thought she needed to be stopped?” His voice, for the first time tonight, is condescending and angry.

Solo looks at Roman, and he nods. “She was pushin’ her luck. She was gonna get herself fired or worse with the way she was beatin’ on Kevin; I stopped her from ruinin’ plans.”

The air is thick with tension as Roman holds eye-contact with Solo. He does not move to say anything, though his expression and posture remain largely agitated; regardless of what Solo’s intentions had been, the fact remained that he allowed Kevin to go uninjured in their time of fighting. The very slim possibility of Sami’s sister being disciplined for hurting Kevin would have overall been worth the headache — especially with the likelihood of her being fired so incredibly low with Roman’s influence.

“If I knew she’d stop on her own, I wouldn’t have stepped in, but you saw how she was,” Solo continues after a moment of silence from Roman, still relatively unbothered. “I didn’t want to stop her. I got to see that fire I been tellin’ y’all about up close — hell, she even got in my face, but there ain’t no reason for her to ruin our plans to take Kevin out.” He almost smiles, the corners of his lips curving up just enough to be noticeable.

Jey notices the smile tugging at Solo’s lips and mumbles something to Jimmy; both men snicker. “Is that why you was starin’ so hard? You liked watchin’ her beat on Kevin?”

“Yeah, Uce. I ain’t ever seen you so impressed with anyone,” Jimmy adds with a grin.

Solo rolls his eyes despite feeling his cheeks getting warmer. “I been watchin’ her because she’s gonna be one of us soon. Maybe y’all should try it so she ain’t so lost when she gets here.” His eyes find the floor as he speaks, avoiding his twin brothers entirely.

Feeling the power behind her slap, seeing her unconstrained anger being unleashed on Kevin— Sami’s sister had proven herself to have much more potential than Solo initially thought. In just a few hours, she had become an entirely different person; crying and angry to raging and thoughtlessly daring. Her lack of fear in approaching him, ready to fight him and anyone by his side, while certainly foolish, was undeniably attractive — though Solo would never be so open with anyone, especially his brothers. They would only use his attraction to tease him, and he had very little patience for their stupidity already. Besides, one moment of attraction meant nothing in the grand scheme of things; one moment is nowhere near enough to constitute a relationship— or any kind of interest, really.

“Shit— we paid her plenty of attention tonight,” the sound of Jey’s voice breaks Solo’s thoughts. “Like Jimmy said, that’s the first time that girl has been any kind of aggressive. We was impressed out there, especially when she stepped up to you thinkin’ she was gonna do somethin’.”

Jimmy nods, smile on his lips as he looks at his youngest brother. “She ain’t afraid of gettin’ her hands dirty if she’s pushed — and we can teach her how to hone that aggression.”

“Damn straight. There ain’t no better teachers out there — especially for someone that looks so damn good in blood,” a smack is heard as Jimmy slaps Jey’s leg with a quick glance. “What? I’m just keepin’ it real.”

Once again, Solo finds himself rolling his eyes; he knows well that Jey is trying to get some kind of reaction out of him. It’s not going to happen; it wouldn’t happen even if Solo did have some kind of interest in Sami’s sister. He’s too well-composed for those games. Speaking of Sami, though, he looks like he’s going to be sick from Jey’s comments. Solo scoots slightly further away from him.

With a slightly paler-than-usual face, Sami awkwardly smiles upon noticing Solo scooting away from him. “Yeah. She seemed more comfortable in her skin tonight.” He says with a slight cough, avoiding Jey’s amused eyes.

“That’s all we want, Sami — and with her helping Solo tonight, I think we’re close to getting her on board.” Roman interjects, shooting Jey a warning look. Jey looks down at the floor, grinning; he’s very clearly enjoying himself.

“I— I don’t know. My sister— she can be really spiteful when she wants to be. I mean, you saw how she came out; that was to make Kevin feel worse,” Sami replies with shame, gnawing the inside of his cheek. “Her help to Solo was probably just to upset Kevin that much more.”

Roman considers Sami’s words for a moment. It made sense for his sister to act out of spite, trying to harm Kevin to the best of her ability after ‘his’ interference in her match — but, even with it being fueled out of spite, she still chose to aid The Bloodline rather than harm. If she wasn’t considering The Bloodline in any kind of way other than anger, that aid would have never happened; her attitude toward them was improving, meaning the chances of her joining them was improving as well.

In the corridor, when Little Zayn was having her temper-tantrum over Kevin, Roman had gotten through to her; he saw the realization in her eyes when he spoke, locked deep behind all of that stubborn, misplaced anger. She knew, deep down, that she had been fooling herself about who Kevin truly was, and she knew that, in the grand scheme of things, Roman had saved her from much more emotional pain by exposing Kevin so early on. With every wrongdoing from Kevin from that point, starting with his interference in her match, that humiliating realization will burn brighter and brighter until she can no longer suppress it — and with the aftermath of him costing her an opportunity at the Smackdown Women’s Championship, it will only take a few more stupid comments from Kevin before she comes running into the arms of The Bloodline.

“Even if your sister had no intentions of helping The Bloodline tonight, she did. After everything that happened in that corridor earlier, she still chose to help us — even if she wasn’t actively thinking about it,” Roman states after a moment, swishing the whiskey in his glass.

“That’s progress, Uce.” Jimmy comments with a smile.

Roman nods in agreement, though he does not smile. “That being said, she denied joining The Bloodline — again. Hell, she refused to even accept our help to medical.”

Sami claps his hands in his lap, fiddling nervously with his fingers; he recognizes how problematic his sister has been in cooperating, and the last thing that he wants is for her to cause more problems for The Bloodline — because, at some point, The Bloodline would have to retaliate to her vicious behavior. He opens his mouth to speak, but he is almost immediately silenced by Roman holding up his palm.

“Being the Tribal Chief, I prepared for her to refuse given her grief tonight.” Roman allows his palm to fall back to his whiskey glass. “On Monday Night RAW, or beforehand if your sister is accepting company, I’ll have you approach her with a proposition that she simply can’t refuse.”

Sami’s eyes seem to light up a bit. “Well, I— I can try to contact her, but I doubt she’ll be willing to answer given what happened in the ring,” his voice falters a bit as he speaks, “but— but the good news is that I know for a fact she won’t contact Kevin! She made her emotions clear out in the ring.” His hands move excitedly as he speaks, voice gaining a bit of his usual enthusiasm.

“That’s great, dawg, but what about Kevin contacting her? Would he try to sort this all out, even after he got his ass handed to him?” Jimmy pipes up before Roman can respond, though Roman does not look displeased with the question. It’s important, after all.

Solo, with his infamous harden expression, huffs out a laugh. “If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll keep his damn mouth shut.” His arms remain folded over his chest, and he looks as serious as he ever has.

“Oh, so you gonna take Kev out yourself if you hear him talkin’ to Little Zayn?” Jey jumps in with a smirk, eyes beaming with amusement.

The stoic expression on Solo’s face sours to a frown. “I’ll do what needs to be done.”

Sami, with his brows furrowed in confusion, turns his attention back to Roman. “Kevin shouldn’t be any kind of problem; if he does say anything, it’ll be in front of the RAW crowd.”

“Good,” Roman puts the whiskey glass he has on the bar, clasping his hands together. “The next order of business is finding out how bad that injury is; I need to know if she can wrestle. I’ll have Paul call medical when we get to the hotel.”

“No need!” Sami grins, finally losing some of the nervous wobble in his voice. “Solo and I stopped by medical on our way out. She should be fine to wrestle with some nose protection.” He grins, unknowingly giving Jey something more to tease Solo about.

Before Jey can speak up to tease Solo yet again, Jimmy smacks his leg to hush him; the two have a very muted conversation, ending only with both of them snickering once more. Solo does not appear to be paying them any attention anymore, with his eyes focused in on Roman rather than their childish giggling.

“Her nose is broken, but she’ll be fine to wrestle with some protection,” Solo offers through his brother’s fit of giggling — which only grows at the innuendo-riddled statement.

Roman nods, jaw flexing in mild annoyance at the obviously tipsy twins. “She won’t be able to refuse.”

“My Tribal Chief, if you don’t mind me asking, what exactly are you going to propose to my sister?” Sami asks after a moment, voice meek. “She still seems very against joining The Bloodline.”

Roman half-laughs, half-smiles. “Kevin cost your sister everything tonight — even though he wasn’t really the one to interrupt her match, that was his fault in your sister’s eyes,” his voice is more amused than it has been for the majority of the night, “and as the Tribal Chief, I can personally rectify the injustices brought on by Kevin tonight; I can give your sister the championship match that should have been hers.”

“And in exchange, she joins The Bloodline?” Jey asks, lips pulled in tight with disbelief.

“I— I still don’t think that would convince her,” Sami admits with his head hanging, afraid of the potential reaction from the Tribal Chief.

Irritated, Roman clears his throat. “In exchange, your sister will be travelling with The Bloodline for an entire week — RAW to RAW. For her security, I will guarantee her the match, even if she chooses to not join us by the end of that week,” he glances around, expecting push-back.

“I don’t understand, Uce.” Jimmy pipes up first, looking at Roman with furrowed brows.

Jey jumps in next, “ain’t the whole point to get her on board? She ain’t gonna get on board when she has a free out like that, Uce.”

“Her out is to make her feel more comfortable— to give her the idea she has more control than she really does. I have every confidence in the world that she’ll join us by the end of the week,” Roman replies, leaning forward in his seat. His elbows rest on his thighs. “We’re going to show her that we’re not the people Kevin has convinced her we are; for the entire week, she’ll be treated with all of the benefits of being a member of The Bloodline — the expensive food, the luxury hotels, the private cars and jets.”

“She’ll be treated to everything that Kevin has kept from her,” Jey grins.

“He’s gonna act out when he finds out she’s travelling with us,” Jimmy shakes his head. “Is that headache worth the price?”

“Kevin ain’t a concern.” Solo states, ignoring the grin that Jey sends his way.

Roman looks at Jimmy, nodding his head toward Solo. “He’s right. I want Kevin to throw a tantrum — especially when he finds out that she’s travelling with us. Let him ruin his relationship with her that much more.”

“She’s going to be distant, even with all of the nice perks. She doesn’t trust any of us, not even me,” Sami sounds a bit sad as he speaks. It’s depressing to know that his little sister has been so brainwashed against him that she can no longer even trust his word.

“Believe me, she’ll come around.”