#sami zayn fanfiction

[kyleoreillylover]

Love Potions

Jey Uso x Fem!Black!Reader x Sami Zayn (established relationship)

Summary: You swear it’s a superpower. There’s no other explanation. It’s like Jey was blessed with the divine ability to flip a switch in your brain and Sami’s at the same time. Doesn’t matter if you’re exhausted, fresh off a flight, half-asleep, or fresh out the gym dripping sweat — if Jey wants you and Sami, he’s getting you and Sami. Period. And the worst part? He knows it. Oh, that man knows exactly what he’s doing. OR You swear Jey has you and Sami under a love potion.

tagged: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbones450 @steakwithasideofmashngravy @selena-tyler-564 @saintaquarius @whatdoeseverybodywant @raya-hunter01 @hope4more  @partypoison00 @fearlesschimera

warnings: mentions of smut!! but no actual smut written

word count: 1,235

You swear it’s a superpower. There’s no other explanation. It’s like Jey was blessed with the divine ability to flip a switch in your brain and Sami’s at the same time. Doesn’t matter if you’re exhausted, fresh off a flight, half-asleep, or fresh out the gym dripping sweat — if Jey wants you and Sami, he’s getting you and Sami. Period.

And the worst part? He knows it. Oh, that man knows exactly what he’s doing.

He doesn’t even have to say much. Sometimes, it’s just a look — that look. The one where his eyes dip low and slow, scanning over you like he’s picking apart every inch, tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek like he’s already thinking nasty things. His gaze lingers, hot like a brand, and suddenly, you’re hyper-aware of every part of yourself. Your heart skips, your breath catches, and no matter how tired you are, it’s like your whole body goes on high alert.

And when he speaks? It’s over.

“C’mon, baby,” he’ll say, low and rough, his voice like gravel smoothed over honey. His hand grazes your back, his fingers slow and deliberate, just barely touching you. His eyes stay on yours, half-lidded but sharp as ever. “Don’t run from me now.”

Run from him? Like you could?

You try to act like it doesn’t work on you. You really do. You’ll roll your eyes, huff, and mutter something about how "we are too tired for this, Jey." But then he’ll smirk — that smirk — slow and sharp like he’s daring you to keep lying.

"Too tired, huh?" His eyes flick to your lips. "Bet I could change your mind."

And just like that, you’re gone.

It’s the way he invades your space, close but never too close, until you feel the heat of him before you even see him. He doesn’t have to touch you at first, just be there, and you’re already rethinking every excuse you had to stay tired.

You remember one time in the hotel lobby. He didn’t even do anything at first. Just sat across from you and Sami, legs spread wide, leaning back like a king on his throne. His chain was swinging on his chest, fresh off a shower, skin still warm and glowing.

And all he did was look at you both. No words. Just that steady, hungry stare that had your thighs pressing together under the table. You swore you weren’t even gonna give him the satisfaction — you were tired, your feet hurt, and Sami was already scrolling on his phone, dead to the world.

But Jey? He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and called out softly, "Baby girl..." His voice was a slow drag, like he had all the time in the world. "You tryna ignore me, huh?"

You glanced up — mistake. His eyes locked with yours, and you knew you were done for.

And, of course, Sami had to notice.

"Don’t look at him," Sami muttered, not even looking up from his phone. His brows furrowed like he was focusing hard, but his face was pink, jaw clenching. "Don’t give him that satisfaction, Y/N. We’re tired, remember? Tired."

"I know," you whispered, eyes still locked with Jey’s. "I know."

But it was too late. You felt it in your chest, that warm, heavy buzz that only Jey could spark. Your pulse kicked up, and suddenly, every inch of you felt too aware.

Jey tilted his head, watching you closely, like he could see every thought running through your mind. He leaned in, resting his chin on his fist, and his eyes flicked to Sami next.

"You tired too, Zayn?" he asked, his grin slow and slick. He licked his lips, staring at Sami like he had plans. Big, nasty plans. "Don’t look tired to me."

Sami exhaled hard, dragging a hand down his face like he was fighting for his life.

"Jey," Sami warned, his voice already cracking.

"You know you want it, lo'u alofa," Jey shot back, his eyes flashing with mischief. "Stop frontin’."

And that was all it took. Sami let out the loudest, most frustrated groan, tossing his phone on the table. "I hate you, habibi," Sami muttered, but he was already looking at you like, “We’re really doin’ this, huh?”

"Yup," Jey said, smug as ever, standing up slow and stretching, his shirt riding up just enough to show a sliver of abs and those damn v-lines. He caught you looking. Of course, he did. "Y’all know the room number. Get up."

And you did. Of course, you did.

THE WORST PART?

He does it anywhere.

Locker room?

Jey waits until it’s just the three of you, then he’ll sit you on his lap like you’re just “chilling.” Except his hand will start tracing slow circles on your hip, his lips grazing your ear as he whispers things he has no business whispering when y’all have a match in 20 minutes. And it’s never just once. Nah, Jey makes sure you feel every word until you’re warm all over, legs squeezing together. He always chuckles like he’s so proud of himself.

Parking lot?

Sami’s getting bags from the trunk, and you’re standing there minding your business. Then Jey comes up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder. His hands slide down your sides, fingers teasing, his breath warm on your neck. “Look at you, baby girl,” he mutters, voice so low it’s barely a sound. “Look too damn good today.” You freeze, breath hitching, and he doesn’t stop. Just tilts his head to kiss your neck. “Might have to keep you in this car for a bit.”

Hotel room? Don’t even get him started.

Jey’s the type to grab you by the wrist, pull you into the bathroom mirror, and stare at you both like it’s a damn movie. His hands on your waist, lips grazing your ear, his voice sharp and low.

“Look at you, baby. Look how good you look with me.”

And it’s over.

You’re leaning into him, heart racing, and by the time Sami walks in, he’s rolling his eyes, tossing his bag down like, “You two are disgusting.”

But it’s not like Sami leaves. Nope, he watches for a second too long, cheeks pink, and you know he’s about to join you both.

AND THE THING IS...

Sami and you aren’t innocent either.

You’ve both gotten better at spotting Jey’s antics, even calling him out.

“Don’t even think about it,” Sami will say, holding up a hand like a referee calling a foul. “We just got to catering, Jey. Food first.”

You’ll chime in too, pointing a warning finger at him. “Yeah, no funny business, Uso. I’m hungry.”

But Jey? Jey will look at you both, dead in the eyes, and say something so obscene that Sami drops his fork, and you have to slap your hand over your mouth to keep from choking on laughter.

“Don’t play with me, baby,” Jey says, tongue in his cheek, eyes flicking between you and Sami. “We can eat later.”

Sami’s face goes red. “This man is a menace.”

You’re covering your face, shoulders shaking from holding in your laughter. “You’re so nasty,” you say, still giggling like it’s not true.

And Jey? Jey’s just smiling, head tilted, eyes locked on you and Sami like he’s already planning his next move.

“You love it, though.”

And he’s right. You do.

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

•Sami Zayn x Reader•

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*Y/N's POV*

Walking backstage with Jey, we see Sami standing backstage. He turns around as we walk up to him and I smile looking at him. Jey puts his hand on his shoulder.

"What's up Uce?"

"Uce. I got a problem."

"What's going on?"

"Drew McIntyre."

"We will handle him Uce. Don't worry. Anyways, do you wanna travel with me, Jimmy and Y/N tonight?"

"Y/N? Your sist....."

He finally looks over at me and his eyes go wide. I giggle looking at him and waving.

"Hi Sami! Nice to see you again!"

He just keeps staring at me causing Jey to hit him in the shoulder. Sami shakes his head and looks back at Jey.

"Yeah man. I'll ride with y'all tonight. See ya later."

He runs off really quick and I look up at Jey smiling.

"Told ya he has a crush on me."

"Yeah yeah."

I put my hand out and he slaps 20 bucks into my hand losing the bet we made.

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*after Raw*

Jey and Jimmy are walking over to our rental SUV while I am riding piggyback on Jimmy's back. Sami is waiting by the SUV for us. Jimmy snorts, shifting me a little on his back.

"Oh man look. It's Y/N's lover boy."

I smack him in the back of the head as we get to the car. I jump off of his back and grab my suitcase from Jey. Sami opens the trunk and we all start putting our stuff in the back. Jimmy runs around to the passenger's side.

"I call shotgun!"

I shake my head climbing into the backseat. Sami climbs next to me and Jey gets in the driver's seat. I grab my pillow that I bring with me for travel and lay it on the middle seat. I lie down on my side as Jey takes off out of the parking lot. I start to fall asleep while the guys talk to each other.

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*halfway into the trip*

I slightly move my head when I feel some hair rub against my face. I open my eyes slowly seeing Sami has laid down with his head on my pillow. He is looking up at the ceiling when I start moving my head closer to his. I start lightly kissing his cheek when a smile spreads across his face. He turns his head to the side to look at me still smiling and it causes me to smile back at him. He leans in and kisses me. I smile into the kiss as his hand comes behind my head deepening the kiss. Jey hits the brakes hard causing me and Sami to slam into the back of the seats.

"Yo! Sami! Y/N! Can you guys wait til you get to your room to be doing that shit? Don't do it in the rental!"

We both sit up, rubbing our heads and I giggle at Jey's comment.

"Y'all are nasty."

I smack Jimmy in the arm for his comment and he rubs it looking back at me. Sami leans forward looking at Jey.

"What do you mean "our room"?"

"Oh yeah! Forgot to tell ya! They were short a room so I put Y/N in your room."

I move closer to Sami and run my hand down his thigh. He looks over at me raising his eyebrows.

"It will give us time to really get to know each other."

I bite my lip and wink at him.

"Oh yeah?"

He smirks seeing me bite my lip. I hear Jimmy make a vomit noise in the front seat. I look up at him and snort.

"Jealous because you won't be getting any tonight?"

He rolls his eyes and puts his headphones back in facing front. I look back at Sami and he is already looking at me. He puts his hand on my cheek rubbing his thumb on it. He leans in and kisses me. I never thought me and Sami would ever make it past that awkward crush stage. But here we are.

The end! 🫶

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Ry’s Requests!

Prompt: Hi do you think you can do something for Jey and Sami? It can be whatever you want I’m not picky I just want it to be cute please 🙏

Requested by: anon

Author’s Note: I had too much fun writing this last night.😂😂😂😂

SamiJey - Farm Antics

Round One: The Demons

The smell of coffee and sizzling eggs filled the air as Sami Zayn hummed softly to himself in their cozy ranch kitchen. The golden morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow over the wooden countertops and rustic décor.

He had always wanted something like this—something peaceful, something that felt real. After years of moving from city to city, town to town, he and Jey had finally caved and bought the ranch. It had all started after visiting Liv Morgan’s Wonderland Ranch, and Jey had been so enamored with the idea of wide-open land, fresh air, and the simple life that Sami had just… relented.

Now, standing barefoot in their kitchen, flipping pancakes, he had to admit—he loved it.

Mostly.

Just as he was reaching for the coffee pot, he thought he heard something in the distance. A faint yelling, barely audible over the morning breeze.

He frowned, tilting his head slightly.

Had Jey gone out to check on the animals?

Shaking it off, Sami turned back to the stove, thinking maybe Jey was just talking to the horses or something. But then—

“AAAAHHHHH!! SAMI!!!”

Sami froze, spatula hovering mid-air.

That was not normal morning conversation.

He spun around just in time to see the absolute chaos unfolding outside the kitchen window.

Jey Uso was in a full sprint, bolting across the yard—his arms flailing wildly, hair flying in all directions, chased by an entire herd of goats.

“WHAT THE HELL—?!” Sami yelled, dropping the spatula and rushing to the back door.

Jey’s voice cracked with panic as he sprinted past. “WHY ARE THERE SO MANY OF THEM?!”

Sami threw open the door, watching in utter disbelief as a dozen goats hunted his husband down with determination.

“I DON’T KNOW, BABY, MAYBE THEY SENSE YOUR FEAR!” Sami called after him, trying (and failing) to suppress his laughter.

Jey’s feet barely hit the ground as he ran, looking absolutely betrayed by life itself. “YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?!”

“Kinda!”

“SAMIIII!!”

Sami wiped at his eyes, still laughing as Jey finally leapt over the wooden fence, tumbling onto the other side in an ungraceful heap. The goats immediately stopped, as if deciding they had proven their point, and turned around like nothing had ever happened.

Sami shook his head, grinning. “Didn’t think farm life was this dangerous, huh?”

Jey groaned, still laying in the grass. “I thought they was supposed to be cute! Liv ain’t warn me they was demons!”

Sami smirked, crossing his arms. “I mean, technically, she did warn you when she said goats are chaotic little gremlins—”

“MAN, SHUT UP.”

Sami howled with laughter.

Round Two: The Winged Menace

Later in the afternoon, Sami sat on the porch with a fresh glass of lemonade, watching Jey with mild amusement as he attempted to gather eggs from the chicken coop.

Jey had refused to let Sami help—something about “This is MY ranch too, I got this babe!”

Sami had his doubts.

Jey crouched down carefully, hands reaching toward the nest, whispering to the chickens like they were delicate little angels. “Aight, ladies, I just need a few eggs, we ain’t gotta make this complicated—”

The second his fingers touched the egg—

The rooster attacked.

“OH, HELL NO—!”

Sami choked on his drink as Jey screamed, flailing backward while an army of furious chickens took offense to his entire existence.

“WHY THEY SO MAD, SAMI?!” Jey yelled in terror, swatting at the air as feathers and pure chaos erupted around him.

“YOU’RE IN THEIR HOUSE, JEY!” Sami shouted between laughs. “THEY DON’T LIKE THAT!”

“WHY THEY GOTTA BE SO VIOLENT ABOUT IT?!”

Sami was in tears as Jey came barreling out of the coop, dozens of pissed-off chickens hot on his heels.

“SAMIIII—!”

“RUN, BABY, RUN!”

Jey did exactly that, launching himself over the porch railing, hitting the ground with a thud as the chickens decided they had punished him enough and strutted back to their coop.

Sami had to hold onto the railing for support, shaking his head. “I swear, you attract farm animals like it’s a curse—”

“I WILL NEVER RECOVER FROM THIS.”

Round Three: The Final Boss

By the time the evening rolled around, Jey had sworn off farm duties for the rest of his life.

“I ain’t built for this,” he grumbled, lying face-down on the couch, defeated. “I belong in arenas and locker rooms, not running from damn chickens.”

Sami chuckled, brushing a hand over Jey’s back. “Babe, it’s fine. Just relax, okay? The worst is over.”

Sami, of course, was wrong.

Because ten minutes later, Jey decided to take a walk down by the pasture and reflect on where life was currently at.

And the cows—who had been nothing but peaceful and chill all day—apparently took offense to his entire presence.

Sami was inside when he heard the now familiar yell.

“SAMIIIIIIII!!”

Sami sighed deeply, already knowing what was happening before he even turned toward the window.

Sure enough—

Jey was running for his life, an entire herd of COWS stomping after him like he owed them money.

Sami dropped his head against the counter. “I can’t keep doing this.”

Liv was never going to let them live this down.

The Aftermath

That night, after Jey had showered (twice) and finally gotten comfortable, he lay in bed next to Sami, still traumatized.

“I hate it here,” Jey muttered, throwing an arm over his eyes. “I thought we was gonna be relaxing, not fighting for our damn lives.”

Sami chuckled softly, leaning against him. “Admit it, though. You kinda love it.”

Jey side-eyed him. “I don’t know what ‘it’ is, but if you’re talking about the chickens, the goats, or the cows, then no. Absolutely not.”

Sami snorted. “You’ll adjust, babe.”

Jey sighed dramatically. “If I live long enough to adjust.”

Sami kissed his cheek. “I’ll protect you.”

Jey let out a soft chuckle, wrapping an arm around Sami’s waist. “You better. ‘Cause tomorrow, it’s your turn to deal with those damn birds.”

Sami froze. “Wait, hold on—”

“Goodnight, baby.”

Sami groaned. “I hate it here.”

Jey laughed softly, pulling him closer. “Yeah, yeah. You love me though.”

Sami sighed, but he was smiling. “Unfortunately.”

And under the soft glow of the farmhouse lights, with the sounds of the land settling outside, they both knew—

Animals are relentless..

[magicalbuttertarts]

Hi there! I'm so so sorry I'm back, I just love the way you write, especially Sami x Jey. So, could I please request

Jey saying "27" to Sami - this would be my first preference 🥰 Or Sami saying "5" to Jey Or Jey saying "12" to Sami Or Sami saying "20" to Jey

Whatever tickles your fancy!! Thanks! 💓 (also if you don't want to write it, that's okay too!)

WWE Masterlist

Smut Prompt List 2

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: Smut under the cut. Unprotected sex. Anal sex. Cum swallowing. Handjob.

Requested by anonymous

WC: 370

©️ magicalbuttertarts 2025: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

#27:I’m not jealous, it’s just your mine

"Fuckin' hell Jey, what has gotten into you?" Sami groaned as his hands tightened around Jey's waist as Jey bounced in his lap.

Jey didn't answer as he leaned down and placed his face in Sami's neck, moaning loudly just before sinking his teeth into Sami's neck, leaving another bruising mark on Sami's skin.

Jey finally let go of Sami's neck as he leaned back, placing his hands behind him on Sami's knees, giving him more leverage to ride Sami faster.

"Damn it Jey, slow down." Sami hissed through clenched teeth as he tried to hold himself back from finishing already.

"No, need you to cum for me." Jey whimpered as Sami wrapped his hand around Jey's cock and started to jerk him off.

"Then you're gonna be my good boy and come for me." All Jey could do was nod his head as his mind turned to mush almost instantly.

It usually does when Sami's hand is on his cock, twisting and stroking him just the right way.

With a loud groan, Sami came deep in Jey's ass, forcing Jey to stop moving as he wanted every last drop inside of him.

But Jey couldn't hold on much longer. With a cry of Sami's name, Jey came.

His cum shooting across Sami's body, towards Sami's face, who had his mouth open to try and get as much cum in his mouth to swallow.

Jey watched through half lidded eyes as his cum covered Sami's face, chest and hand.

Jey softening cock twitched in Sami's hand as Sammi swallowed the cum that landed in his mouth.

Jey leaned forward, just as their lips were about to touch, Sami said, "You had no reason to be jealous, you know."

Jey didn't say anything as he slammed his mouth against Sami's, the two of them moaning into the kiss.

Jey tangled his hands in Sami's hair, tugging on it slightly.

Sami pulled his head back, looking up at Jey as he flipped the two of them around, Jey's back now flat against the mattress.

Jey let go of Sami's hair, as Sami started to kiss down his body, but stopped when he heard Jey speak.

"I'm not jealous, it’s just your mine."

Tag list: @lghockey @nicoleveno14 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @hooks-martin @madhatterbri @wwenhlimagines @melissahausen @tahiri-veyla @chantelaustingunn @sunshinevirus

[little-jey]

CANT GO SOLO CH10???

he is rizzen babygirl! happy christmas to my starving cant go solo readers

[delilahcalicocat]

Can I have 💗 and ❤️ with Sami x Fem reader x Jey where Solo locks them in a locker room leading to fluff and soft kisses?

A/N: Of course! But stay tuned- I have an Brood!Edge songfic in the works! :)

~{Locked Up}~

{Rating: Fluff!}

{Warnings: None <3}

{Pairing: Jey Uso x Sami Zayn x Fem!Reader}

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It was about 2 hours until the RAW house show started. But your plans with the boys.. went wrong fast.

You see, as a joke. Solo and Tama Tonga.. locked you, Jey and Sami in the locker room.

what they didn't know, was Sami. Had a big ol' dose of claustrophobia. Which made him anxious being trapped in spaces.

You didn't want to freak him out. So you initially didn't tell Sami.

Jey noticed the door was locked aswell, but did the same.. didn't speak a word of it.

It was now 58 minutes til' the RAW house show started.

Sami knew something was up when you looked anxious.

Sami processed it and then realized, they'd been locked in. He started to panic heavily.

"Sami! Sami..." your soft voice stopped Sami in his tracks.

"W-What.." The ginger spoke, pulling himself together again

"Y'know, you're kinda cute when you stutter- why didn't I notice that sooner?" You said

"S-Shut up.." is all Sami could say.

"Aw! But you gotta c'mere!" You said

Sami's hesitation was thick.. but he trusted you, he loved you..

You peppered the gingers face with small kisses, and jey did the same.

You all ended up in a group hug of kisses.

Eventually, like 30 minutes before their tag match, a crew member was able to get you all out of the locker room.

Sami kinda just clung to your arm after that event though.

[bbygirlky18]

Hey girlie, I have a request for you, Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso, Solo Sikoa, and Sami Zayn all fall in love with the new diva but when she makes her debut is when they start to fall. Once they find out that she had a boyfriend they backed off but when she came to work she was a whole different person. She became a heel and they fall for her even more but they are furious when they find out that her ex-boyfriend Finn Balor who’s in the Judgement Day cheated on her with Rhea Ripley. Can you do this request pls?

Monster- Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso, Solo Sikoa, Sami Zayn

Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso, Solo Sikoa, Sami Zayn x Y/N

Warnings: Swear words!

Word Count: 1128

A/N: Hi everybody this is my first request that I've ever done! This request was sent in by @bbygirlnessa18 I'm sorry if this is bad y'all I've never done this before!

Y/R/N is your ring name!!

Y/N's entrance song when she's a face

Y/N's entrance song when she's a heel

Y/N's hair and outfit when she's a face

Y/N's hair and outfit when she's a heel

Y/N's makeup as a face

Y/N's makeup as a heel (Meganmeltdown is on tiktok so yea go follow her)

“Michael the Bloodline is awaiting their partner. Who is this mysterious diva” Wade Barrett shouted into the mic an intrigued tone filling his voice. Just when Michael was going to speak music blasted through the arena. Who was partnering with the Bloodline?

“It’s the newbie making her debut tonight, it’s Y/R/N! Why would they put her with the Bloodline?” Michael Cole asked with a tone of confusion in his voice. Y/N did her entrance and ran down the ramp toward the ring. She got into the ring and she saw Judgement Day and she saw her boyfriend Finn Bálor. The bell rang and everyone started fighting. Rhea was about to hit Jey with the Riptide when Y/N tagged Jey in and started attacking Rhea. Y/N caught Rhea off guard by super-kicking her and hitting her with the Riptide.

“OMG! NO FUCKING WAY! Y/R/N JUST HIT RHEA RIPLEY WITH HER OWN DAMN MOVE! THE RIPTIDE!!” Michael and Wade shouted into their mics with excitement and joy. Y/N went for the pin. 1, 2, 3…. Y/N did it. Y/N won her debut match against the Women’s World Champion. Y/N crouched down to a hurt Rhea Ripley in the ring and she softly whispered “Sorry girl.” Then she hopped out of the ring with a smile on her face. The fans cheered her on her way back to Gorilla. 

“Hello everyone! I’m Kayla Braxton and right now I’m joined by the newbie who killed it in her debut match Y/R/N! Welcome, so we just watched you do an incredible job in your debut match and you pinned the Women’s World Champion Rhea Ripley! Tell us how you feel! How was it?” Kayla asked. “Well if I’m being honest Kayla, I feel amazing. I loved it. I love feeling the rush of being in the ring, especially with people like the Usos and Rhea Ripley. I’m glad my debut was successful. I love the energy of the fans.” Y/N spoke feeling every single emotion ooze throughout her body. “And cut! Great job Kayla and Y/N.” Kayla and Y/N waved bye and just as she was about to leave to go to her locker room she sees the Bloodline and Jey says “Heyyyy…” “Y/N. My name is Y/N” “Y/N, thanks for tagging me in and saving my ass from the eradicator Rhea ‘Bloody’ Ripley. You new here?” Y/N said “Yea. I used to be an independent wrestler but I’ve never wrestled for WWE so yea today was my debut match.” Y/N explained flashing a smile. They stopped listening cause they were looking at Y/N’s icy blue eyes as if they were getting lost in them instantly.

“We wanted to know if you wanted to come to dinner with us so we can celebrate our win and congratulate you on your debut match if that’s alright with you?” Sami asked flashing a smile. “To celebrate? No one naturally asks me to celebrate with them 'cause it’s more of a personal thing for them.” Y/N whispered softly. “Maybe we could even call our little get-together a date, 'cause you’re really pretty… well that’s if you’re not seeing anyone at the moment!” Jimmy said as panic rushed across his face like the blood rushes through his veins. Y/N lightly punched them all in their arms. “Sorry guys, I’m gonna have to take a rain check. I’m seeing someone but some other time works. I gotta go.” She left and the guys backed off.

~Time skip 3 weeks after her debut where she catches Finn cheating~

Y/N had woken up in the guest bedroom with all of her stuff packed but she didn’t know why. She got up and took a shower before going to her room to ask Finn why her stuff was in the guest bedroom when she walked in on Finn and Rhea making love. Angry she packed her clothes and everything she needed and stormed out of the house. She put her bags in the car and drove to the arena cause she needs to talk to Stephanie. Once at the arena she gets out and grabs her wrestling bag and goes into the arena pissed off.

She sees Sami and he says “Oh hey Y/N! How are you doing?” Y/N doesn’t answer and walks past Sami shoving him and goes to Stephanie’s office. Once out of Stephanie’s office, she goes to a vacant locker room, and when she sees Finn she attacks him backstage in Gorilla. She screams at him “You’re a piece of fucking shit. I hope you enjoy Rhea ‘Bloody’ Ripley. Give her this.” She takes off the promise ring and steps on it. Breaking it under her foot. Y/N gets pulled off of Finn by Rhea. Rhea wants to face her and Y/N accepts. Y/N goes to her locker room when she hears a knock on her door.

She opens it to see Jey, Jimmy, Sami, and Solo. She motions for them to come in and she gives Sami some ice and says “Sorry for the shove. Why are you here?” Y/N asked in a bitchy heel tone. Sami says “We came to check on you. Are you ok?” He asked concerned about her. Y/N says “I’ve never been better baby. Now if you guys don’t mind I have to get ready for a match you guys aren’t the only ones to witness the craziness that’s about to happen. You guys are staying with me at ringside. Now can you guys please leave I have to finish getting ready. Oh, you four are finally getting your date. I’m single now.” Smiles grew on their faces as they left. When Y/N was done she went to the ring and she unleashed the monster that Finn had just created.

Once she won the match. She did her interview and she explained that Finn cheated on her and created this monster that was waiting to be unleashed. The guys grew furious finding out the news but Y/N told them don’t worry about Judgement Day. The guys took Y/N on a date to celebrate and they got to know her a little bit better. She drove to their house in her car and they all relaxed watching TV. Y/N said “I haven’t had that much fun in a long time. I really enjoyed myself. I want a second date. We should do this all the time!!” Solo smirked and started grinning he said “Yea. Maybe we’ll get showered with kisses on the second date!” which made Y/N laugh and she punched him softly in his chest.

-I hope you guys enjoyed this. This is my first one ever. Feel free to send your request either in my ask me anything section or my request section. Love you guys <333. Also pls like it.

[cavinginhisfvce]

All Things Borrowed.

A samijey drabble!

Jey knows it's selfish. He knows it's not fair to feel the way he does. He shouldn't feel like he's living on borrowed love from his boyfriend, especially not when Sami is always so willing to give Jey the affection he knows the Samoan craves.

It's selfish to take all that Sami offers, his joy, his fears, his love, and in return store those moments for when, if, that trust in Jey suddenly vanishes, instead of giving the same. 

It's not fair of Jey to store the love for a later date, a day where the love has suddenly stopped flowing and he's scrambling for some semblance of things being okay. Things being right.

If Sami knew Jey was just counting down the days until the demise of their relationship, would he still bother with the man? Or would he make all of Jey's worst dreams come true and feed him to the proverbial wolves?

Wrapped up tightly in Sami's embrace, Jey can't help but feel reminded that all love is borrowed love; no matter who the love comes from.

Whether it be family or others, the boy is all too familiar with what it feels like to watch the reservoir of familial love run so dry the sight of the person makes you feel sick to your stomach.

Jey's love for Roman, for example it burned so bright, and felt reciprocated in ways that blinded him to who his cousin was becoming until it was too late, and Jey had become a person Roman held little to no love for.

Jey watched with his own eyes as the love Roman had for him ceased to exist, at least in a healthy sense.

He doesn't think he can live through a pain like that again, even if the love differs from his relationship with Roman, even if Roman went too far with his love and it cost Jey everything,  seeing the way his cousin has completely done away with him and seems better for it, hurts; but the feeling pales in comparison to the mere thought that Sami could be done with him, he can't imagine who he'd become if Sami decided Jey wasn't worth the hassle. If he decided the panic attacks, and nightmares were too much to tackle, because let's face it, Jey's a handful. He knows this, and Sami, bless his heart, tries so hard with him, but he truthfully doesn't have to. 

Jey knows if he shares these feelings with his boyfriend, the elder will reassure him. He knows Sami will take him in his arms and pepper his face in sweet kisses whilst he whispers all the reasons he loves Jey more than he could ever know, Sami has done as much for less. 

But, there's the possibility Sami could do the exact opposite, maybe Sami just needed an out and Jey opening up would be just that. Maybe in the same breath Jey confesses his knowledge of living on borrowed love, Sami will pack his bags and leave Jey's life forever. 

The likelihood seems much higher now than it did before, especially with the stolen glances from Sami and Cody, the looks they think Jey doesn't notice. He does. He noticed the lingering touches, and that Sami will seek out Cody at work, long before he finds his actual partner.

Even in his muddled mess of a mind, Jey knows he's being irrational, because just that morning Sami had woken him up by carding skilled fingers through his curls, nosing happily at the man's cheek until the latter stirred awake.

And yet, the possibility still exists. 

There could come a day when Sami is no longer the glue holding Jey together, but the hammer that shatters him fully. It'd be too easy with all the cracks in the Samoan's foundation, because they're just that. Cracks in his foundation, difficult to patch up and make whole without running the risk of destroying it completely. 

Jey isn't sure he'd survive that. So, he stays shut. What Sami doesn't know, won't be able to hurt Jey.

If Sami and Cody are truly falling in with one another, then Jey will pretend nothing has changed, because losing Sami? It's not an option. 

He'll live on borrowed love for however long, if it means Sami stays with him.

[kyleoreillylover]

Fashionably Late

Sami Zayn (platonic) x Fem!Black!Reader x Kevin Owens (platonic)

Summary: Torn between too many outfit choices, indecisive girlfriends and desperate to avoid any crazy fans discovering where you're staying, you call your best friends Sami and Kevin for a ride. The only problem? Your segment starts in 20 minutes, and includes both men, one of which (Kevin) now wants your head on a platter. Will you make it to the arena in time?

tagged: @southerngirl41@venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996@tbones450 @steakwithasideofmashngravy @selena-tyler-564@saintaquarius@whatdoeseverybodywant@raya-hunter01@hope4more

a/n: this is a total crack fic. I needed something to lighten up my life, and I hope this does the same for yours. Enjoy!

Time: 7:45 PM

Liv and Naomi’s voices rang through the room like alarms.

“No, the red dress!” Liv screamed, holding her phone up to her face, her expression as intense as if lives were at stake.

“But the silver set has that effect,” Naomi countered, looking equally convinced, throwing her hands up on screen. “You have a segment, you’ve got to kill it, girl!”

The pile of outfits on the bed was growing with every suggestion, clothes scattered around like some chaotic fashion explosion. The red dress, the silver set, heels that probably made a three-story building jealous — all of it a blur. It wasn’t even the outfits. It was the fact that neither Liv nor Naomi could pick a single option.

“They’re both stunning, you know you’ll look amazing,” Liv insisted.

“Ugh! I can’t— okay, last one. We need another outfit check,” Naomi added, still flipping through options with wild enthusiasm.

A glance at the clock on the bedside table stopped everything.

8:50 PM — Realization and Panic Mode

Silence.

SmackDown segment…9:30 PM. Location? An arena across town. You’re still at the hotel.

“OH MY GOD, IT’S ALMOST NINE!”

You let out a scream, cutting off Liv and Naomi, who are both shrieking with laughter and yelling at you to HURRY. The Facetime screen goes black as you hang up, frantically dialing Sami’s number, hoping to God he picks up.

8:50 PM 

Kevin Owens is done. Beyond done. He and Sami are in the locker room, scripts laid out, getting ready to run through the segment.

They both know it’s going to be fire — this whole “Honorary Uce” angle with Sami is gold, and they’re practically buzzing with ideas. But there’s one problem: you aren't here.

You're never late. The woman shows up early for everything. You're also an absolute perfectionist about your wardrobe. So naturally, Kevin’s mind starts running wild, thinking you had some disaster or something.

Sami sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Kev, maybe she’s just...stuck somewhere?”

And then, the phone rings. FaceTime.

Kevin picks it up, and there you are, hair done, makeup on, looking good — but very frazzled. Behind you, it’s pure chaos. Outfits are everywhere, like a tornado went through her hotel room.

“Oh my god, you guys, you guys! Help!”

Kevin felt a headache forming just from the sound of your panicked voice.

Okay, so you weren't in an emergency that required EMTs, but at this rate, Kevin was about ready to call someone for himself.

Sami’s face softened, but even he looked a bit on edge. “Wait...are you not on your way?” he asked, his voice calm but with a very real hint of panic.

“I—I was! I mean, I was about to leave, but then Liv and Naomi... and then they couldn’t decide, and I couldn’t decide, and now I don’t know what to wear!” you rambled, looking as close to the verge of tears as Kevin had ever seen.

Kevin pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering under his breath. “So you’re telling us...you’ve been ready, but just can’t decide what to wear?”

Sami tried to be encouraging. “Okay, breathe, it’s not the end of the world. Just pick something, alright?”

“But I can’t just pick! I need an opinion!” You said the last word with all the desperation in the world, staring at them both through the screen like they held the answer to all your problems.

Kevin glanced at Sami. “Here’s an opinion: Get. to. A. Car.”

“But Kevin—”

“Nope,” Kevin interrupted, sternly. “No more buts. You’re getting to the arena right now. Do you understand?”

You swallowed, nodding but still looking around at the tornado of options surrounding you.

"Fine. But—could you guys maybe come and get me? Because if I take an Uber, some crazy fan might see me and figure out the hotel…remember last time! And I can’t walk there, and—and—”

“Fine, fine! We’re on our way,” Kevin said, already grabbing his keys as he shoved the phone into his pocket, muttering the entire time. “This woman, I swear...”

Sami gave him a reassuring smile as they headed out the door. “Look, she’d do the same for us, right?”

Kevin shot him a look. “She’d think about it. And then get sidetracked picking out shoes.”

9:05 PM — Hotel Room Tornado

Kevin’s jaw drops when they finally arrive. You're spraying herself with perfume, the air so thick with it that it nearly chokes him. Your room looks like it exploded: dresses, shoes, accessories strewn everywhere.

“Uh… so… what happened here?” Sami asks gently, trying to mask his shock.

You whirled around, eyes wide, clutching a pair of heels. “I don’t know! It just… spiraled! And I still don’t know what to wear. Can one of you reach up there and hand me that other perfume bottle?”

Sami hesitantly reaches for the perfume. You snatched it, spraying yourself and the room like it’s some kind of ritual.

Kevin finally steps in, grabbing the perfume bottle from you. “Alright, that’s enough! You already smell like a department store!”

You paused, looking genuinely surprised. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” Kevin deadpans, barely hiding his amusement. “Now can we please pick something?”

Your eyes flicker between Kevin and Sami, desperate for some guidance. “Please, I’m begging. I need an opinion.”

“Listen,” Kevin said, voice stern, “here’s an opinion: we need to get out the door now. No more perfume. No more earrings. You look fine!”

“But which outfit?” you begged, eyes wide and pleading, grabbing at another rhinestone-covered top from your pile.

Kevin rolls his eyes. He had his “stern dad” face you usually saw him have with his kids. “Here’s another opinion: Get. To. The. Car. Now. So grab something, anything, because we’re not missing this segment. Or I'll drag u out like this...”

“Okay! Okay.” You frantically nodded, grabbing a bag of clothes in a rush. But you’re still panicking, hopping on one foot as you try to fasten your heels. “Wait, wait! Do I go with the red dress, or the black one with the rhinestones, or—”

You were still struggling to get your heels on, and they are so tall that, for a moment, you almost fall over, your hands flailing as you try to balance.

Kevin let out a long-suffering sigh, walked over, and, with remarkable gentleness, scooped you up and tossed you over his shoulder.

“Kevin!” you yelped, laughing but still scrambling for your heels. "I have a skirt on!" 

“Too bad. You should have thought about that before making us late. Put those heels on in the car. We don’t have time for this, were going now!” Kevin ordered as he carried you down the hall, Sami grabbing the bags and following behind.

9:15 PM — En Route to the Arena

In the backseat, you’re still panicking, practically rummaging through one of your bags as you start asking questions they barely understand.

“Which highlighter should I go for? Does this lip color look too bold? Should I touch up my eyeshadow? Sami, I need an opinion — it’s got to look fierce but not, you know, too fierce.”

Sami, bless him, actually humors you. “Uh, I’d say… go for whatever makes you look the most… fierce but not too fierce?” He shrugs, glancing at Kevin, who just rolls his eyes.

Kevin finally snaps, “How about whatever lets us get out of this car on time?”

9:25 PM — Arena Locker Room They dragged you straight to their locker room, not giving you a chance to second-guess.

Kevin stood by the door, hands on his hips. “Alright, pick one. Now.”

You fumbled through the options, but everything seemed like it could work. “I just need your guys' opinion!” You begged, glancing between them.

Kevin gave you a look that was 50% done and 50% concerned.

He crossed his arms, sighing deeply. “My opinion is..."

You gave him a hopeful look that almost made him feel bad.

"...Is one that gets us out of here and into the parking lot now."

Your face dropped as Kevin continued. "Triple H will have our heads if we’re late, and then no more budget for your endless outfits.”

That actually seems to scare you into focus, and after a dramatic sigh, you look at Sami, eyes begging him to make the choice for you.

Sami, patience worn thin but still kind, grabs the first outfit he sees tossed onto the bench: a sleek black crop top with rhinestones and matching tight leather pants. “This one. It’s simple, it’s hot, and it doesn’t take a hundred hours to get into.”

You hesitate for a second, looking at it, then at him, like you’re about to argue. Kevin doesn’t even give you the chance.

“Bathroom. Change. Now.” His expression is pure dad-mode, like there’s zero room for debate. He even points at the door for extra emphasis.

You huff, grabbing the outfit, muttering something about “fashion police” as you dart into the bathroom. Kevin and Sami exchange a look, relief mixed with exasperation.

Finally, after what feels like forever (and more muffled muttering from you), you step out, fully dressed in the chosen outfit. Kevin gives you an approving nod, arms crossed. “There. Perfect. See how easy that was?”

"No." You pouted, going to get some perfume, but Kevin takes it from your hand once again, looking at you in disbelief. "No more perfume. You already smell like a whole store, now let's GO!"

You jumped at his tone, getting up and racing out the door. “Fine, dad.”

Sami gave Kevin a exasperated look before he followed you, mostly to steady you in your heels (you can barely ever run in them, so why you wore them Kevin will never understand)

Kevin watched you run both ahead, muttering to himself, “If she pulls this again, I’m going to…” He trailed off, clearly unable to hold back a fond smile despite the chaos.

9:29 PM — Parking Lot Set for the Segment

They make it just in time, practically skidding into the parking lot where their segment is set to go live. Kevin and you go stand next to the car as Sami goes near the wall, waiting for his cue to walk up to the two of you.

You're still catching your breath, adjusting your top, as Kevin gives you a long, unimpressed look.

“If you ever pull this again…”

You didn't pull a stunt like that again for another five months, which for Kevin, was something he was actually proud of you for.

[livslunaticdamiansdisciple18]

My Oh My- Sami Zayn

Sami Zayn x Savannah Morgan

Warnings: Smut, 18+!!!!

Word Count: 760

A/N: This is the next fic in the M.O.M (My Oh My) series. I hope you enjoy it. Let's get into it.

Savannah had been dreaming of wrestling at WrestleMania for the longest time. Her popularity has finally taken off after she debuted and after she’d been seen training with legends like The Undertaker. She never thought she'd be able to wrestle in front of thousands of people at WrestleMania. It was like her dreams were coming true!

No one knew who she had feelings for or more importantly who she was dating. If they had they might have assumed that was how she got such a huge push in the wrestling world. Savannah wasn't a push over by any means but she would let that man do things to her that the men she had dated before could only have dreamed of! The way he took her for another round on the dining room table after dinner, eating her pussy like she was his last meal, bending over the table and pulling her arms behind her back "who's pussy is this?" He said, letting go of one arm and grabbing her hair "answer me!" He'd growl and she'd scream for him to fuck her harder. "What's my name baby?"

"Savannah, are you ready to go?" One of the crew member said snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Huh? Oh yeah I'm ready to go!" She smiled knowing that he was gonna be out there but she had to keep herself together and not let him know she was missing him.  She couldn't give him the satisfaction.

She'd done this a million times before, wrestling in front of thousands of people but he was never around to see it and now her heart was pounding. Was he gonna tease her while she was in the ring wrestling in front of thousands of people?  All she could do was wait. But she had a plan. They had both discussed how they were gonna announce they were a couple and she came up with an idea. After she was done with her match she was supposed to say "See You In Hell" and he was gonna come up and give her a kiss but knowing him like she did he would always change shit at the last minute.

"Here we go!" she said, psyching herself up. She walked out to the ring with a smile. She'd had her clothes custom made. She wanted something sexy but something that she could move around easily in and the designers had made the perfect ensemble!

She heard her opponent's entrance and the cheer of the audience.

"You got this Savannah! You could take her down. You’ve been training with legends for gods sake. You can do it!" Scanning around the audience for him she found him just before the bell rang "Everything’s good right? They have to catch you if they can!" She winked at him. "There he is “My Dawg” Sami Zayn. He’s also my man.

This match was her favorite because she could tease him and he couldn't do anything about it... Yet!

"Come on! 1, 2, 3 ref" Her voice said, annoyed as her opponent kept kicking out. As she winked at him again he adjusted in his seat trying to hide the bulge that was forming. He was gonna make her beg him later. She looked sexy as fuck in that outfit! He wanted to jump in the ring and take her right there not caring who saw but this was a family show /event and he couldn't. "1, 2, 3. Yes I’m the new Women’s World Champion" she said directly to him watching him lick his lips. "Yes. That training and me constantly putting in the work paid off. '' As the match finished and the crowd cheered she prepared herself for what was to follow. Taking a deep breath she put the microphone to her lips and yelled "Wrestlemania!!" Giving a pause for cheers "See You In Hell!" Everyone in the crowd cheered and up the ramp he walked to her grabbing her in his embrace and kissing her in front of thousands of people.

"Sami Zayn is dating Savannah Morgan. The new Women’s World Champion" Michael Cole said through the announcer's mic.

She lowered the microphone and felt the tickle of his beard against her ear "MINE" he growled making her bite her lip.

"That was an amazing match baby girl" he said admiring her performance "But that outfit" he growled in her ear "is coming off later! I'm gonna make sure we leave our DNA all over the hotel room!" She lightly punched his arm and they left the arena.

-I hope you guys enjoyed this! I had fun writing it. I love you guys so so so so so much. <33333

[the-hell-hydra]

OMG YES

This was honestly my favorite fic to read over and over again. Always gives me butterflies🧡🧡🧡

•Sami Zayn x Reader•

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*Y/N's POV*

Walking backstage with Jey, we see Sami standing backstage. He turns around as we walk up to him and I smile looking at him. Jey puts his hand on his shoulder.

"What's up Uce?"

"Uce. I got a problem."

"What's going on?"

"Drew McIntyre."

"We will handle him Uce. Don't worry. Anyways, do you wanna travel with me, Jimmy and Y/N tonight?"

"Y/N? Your sist....."

He finally looks over at me and his eyes go wide. I giggle looking at him and waving.

"Hi Sami! Nice to see you again!"

He just keeps staring at me causing Jey to hit him in the shoulder. Sami shakes his head and looks back at Jey.

"Yeah man. I'll ride with y'all tonight. See ya later."

He runs off really quick and I look up at Jey smiling.

"Told ya he has a crush on me."

"Yeah yeah."

I put my hand out and he slaps 20 bucks into my hand losing the bet we made.

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*after Raw*

Jey and Jimmy are walking over to our rental SUV while I am riding piggyback on Jimmy's back. Sami is waiting by the SUV for us. Jimmy snorts, shifting me a little on his back.

"Oh man look. It's Y/N's lover boy."

I smack him in the back of the head as we get to the car. I jump off of his back and grab my suitcase from Jey. Sami opens the trunk and we all start putting our stuff in the back. Jimmy runs around to the passenger's side.

"I call shotgun!"

I shake my head climbing into the backseat. Sami climbs next to me and Jey gets in the driver's seat. I grab my pillow that I bring with me for travel and lay it on the middle seat. I lie down on my side as Jey takes off out of the parking lot. I start to fall asleep while the guys talk to each other.

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*halfway into the trip*

I slightly move my head when I feel some hair rub against my face. I open my eyes slowly seeing Sami has laid down with his head on my pillow. He is looking up at the ceiling when I start moving my head closer to his. I start lightly kissing his cheek when a smile spreads across his face. He turns his head to the side to look at me still smiling and it causes me to smile back at him. He leans in and kisses me. I smile into the kiss as his hand comes behind my head deepening the kiss. Jey hits the brakes hard causing me and Sami to slam into the back of the seats.

"Yo! Sami! Y/N! Can you guys wait til you get to your room to be doing that shit? Don't do it in the rental!"

We both sit up, rubbing our heads and I giggle at Jey's comment.

"Y'all are nasty."

I smack Jimmy in the arm for his comment and he rubs it looking back at me. Sami leans forward looking at Jey.

"What do you mean "our room"?"

"Oh yeah! Forgot to tell ya! They were short a room so I put Y/N in your room."

I move closer to Sami and run my hand down his thigh. He looks over at me raising his eyebrows.

"It will give us time to really get to know each other."

I bite my lip and wink at him.

"Oh yeah?"

He smirks seeing me bite my lip. I hear Jimmy make a vomit noise in the front seat. I look up at him and snort.

"Jealous because you won't be getting any tonight?"

He rolls his eyes and puts his headphones back in facing front. I look back at Sami and he is already looking at me. He puts his hand on my cheek rubbing his thumb on it. He leans in and kisses me. I never thought me and Sami would ever make it past that awkward crush stage. But here we are.

The end! 🫶

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

More Sami x Jey please. Can never get enough. Can it be angst but happy ending? Maybe angry Jey and oblivious Sami!?? It's okay if you don't want to do this request!

Crossing My Fingers

Jey was steaming.

He paced backstage, fists clenched, eyes narrowing every time he caught a glimpse of him—Sami Zayn—further down the corridor.

People gave Jey a wide area; his anger radiated off him in waves. And it all stemmed from one simple fact:

Sami had canceled on him.

No warning, no text, no explanation. They were supposed to meet for a late-night strategy session—though Jey had really just wanted an excuse to hang out with the one person who made him feel safe lately.

Instead, Jey spent two hours alone, phone silent, pride bruised. Now, with a show looming, no one seemed to know what was going on. And when Jey tried to corner Sami, the red-haired man would wave cheerfully and dart off, as if everything were normal.

—

Backstage was chaos—camera crews rushing, wrestlers moving from one segment to the next. Sami chatted with a ring tech about new equipment, looking every bit his usual, warm, easygoing self.

Jey stood at a distance, seething, trying to reign in the surge of emotions. His heart hammered—anger, hurt, confusion, and beneath it all, that stubborn fondness he could never quite bury.

Finally, Jey stomped forward, grabbing Sami by the arm.

“Hey—whoa!” Sami nearly dropped the roll of tape he was holding. His bright eyes blinked at Jey in surprise. “Jey? You okay?”

Jey’s jaw clenched. “Am I okay? You ghosted me last night!”

Sami’s brow knit in confusion. “Ghosted you?”

“We had plans, Zayn,” Jey snarled, voice low to keep from drawing more attention. “You said we’d go over match footage, and I waited—but you never showed. Didn’t text. Didn’t call.”

Sami’s expression shifted from confusion to realization. “Oh, oh no—Jey, man, I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t fix it,” Jey snapped, chest tight. “You think I got nothin’ better to do than wait around for you?”

Sami tried to respond, but Jey barreled on, voice genuine. “You know I don’t open up to many people, but for some reason, I trust you. And you can’t even do me the courtesy of showing up or explaining why you—”

“Jey, stop,” Sami interrupted, guilt pooling in his eyes. “I—I forgot.”

Jey froze, blinking. “You…forgot?”

Sami let out a breath. “I’m not making excuses, I swear. My phone died. I got roped into an emergency meeting with the creative team. It was chaotic, and by the time I remembered our plans, it was already past midnight.”

“So you didn’t just…ditch me?” Jey’s tone was less aggressive, though he still glared.

“Never,” Sami said softly. “Look, I know it’s probably too little, too late. But if I could’ve gotten away, I would’ve. I wanted to be there.”

Jey exhaled, anger starting to return. “You could’ve texted me later.”

“I felt like a jerk…didn’t know how to approach you. Guess I chickened out,” Sami admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

Jey’s gaze dropped to the floor, feelings he’d been carrying lifting slightly. “I thought you just didn’t care.”

Sami’s eyes showed something close to pain. “I care a lot, Jey. More than you know.”

They stared at each other in a moment of silence, the backstage hustle continuing around them like white noise.

Slowly, Jey let go of Sami’s arm, muscles relaxing. “Yeah, well…maybe next time just let me know.”

Sami nodded fervently. “I promise.”

An undercurrent of everything remain unsaid. Jey’s lips parted, something lingering, and Sami’s heart pounded, sensing the shift.

But then—someone called Sami’s name. They both turned, moment broken.

“I gotta go,” Sami said, voice gentle. “But please—call me when you’re free. Let’s talk. I owe you more than an apology.”

Jey nodded stiffly, arms folded. “Fine.”

Sami started to walk away, then paused, looking over his shoulder with a small, tentative smile. “I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”

Jey watched him disappear around the corner, frustration mingling with that warm tug he hated admitting he felt.

—

Later that night, Jey paced in his hotel room. He hadn’t texted Sami, still fighting with his pride.

A knock on the door startled him.

He opened it—to see Sami, holding a plastic bag full of takeout containers and wearing an anxious expression. “Hey.”

Jey crossed his arms. “Hi Sami.”

Sami offered a grin, lifting the bag. “I brought dinner. Figured we could talk. Or watch the match footage. Or both.”

Jey eyed him warily, but stepped aside, letting Sami in.

They settled on the small couch. Sami handed Jey a container of food—Thai curry, still steaming.

“Look,” Sami began, quiet, “I know I messed up. I also know you don’t let just anyone in. I’m—”

He struggled for the right words.

Jey softened, setting his food aside. “I’m listening, Zayn.”

Sami inhaled shakily. “I care about you, Jey. Not just as a tag partner, not just as a friend—” He paused, swallowing. “I’d never stand you up on purpose. I’m…kinda—”

He trailed off, cheeks flushing.

Jey’s heart pounded. “You kinda—what?”

Sami forced himself to meet Jey’s gaze. “I’m…kinda crazy about you. I didn’t mean to hurt you or blow you off. I just messed up.”

Silencio.

Then, to Sami’s surprise, Jey let out a breath that sounded suspiciously like relief. “You’re an idiot,” he muttered, but there was no malice in it.

Sami bit his lip, nodding. “Probably.”

Jey’s lips twitched into a ghost of a smile. “Yeah, definitely.”

Then he reached out, brushing his fingers over Sami’s arm. “I’m not happy about what happened. But if you’re serious about this…us…”

“I am,” Sami said quickly, eyes earnest. “I’m dead serious.”

Jey’s shoulders finally relaxed. “Then…okay. We’ll figure it out. Together.”

Sami’s grin was slow, blossoming with pure joy. He set his takeout on the table and, heart pounding, gently tugged Jey closer.

When their lips met—scared at first, then deeper—Jey felt all the leftover anger melt away.

—

Morning light filtered into the hotel room. Jey woke to find himself half draped over Sami, who was still dozing peacefully. Their late-night conversation had ended with them tangled up on the couch, talking about everything and nothing.

A small smile tugged at Jey’s mouth. He carefully brushed a stray curl from Sami’s forehead, thinking how close they’d come to letting a misunderstanding overshadow this.

Sami stirred, blinking awake. A sleepy, content look settled over his features when he saw Jey.

“Mornin’, Uce,” Sami murmured with a grin, still half asleep.

Jey chuckled softly, pressing his forehead to Sami’s. “Don’t you ever ghost me again.”

Sami snorted. “I won’t. Promise.”

And as they lay there, an easy quiet between them, Jey realized that sometimes all it takes is one honest conversation—and one heartfelt apology—to turn anger into something that felt an awful lot like love.

[little-jey]

Hiii!!!!

So, how did you come up with Roman and Solo's dynamic in Can't go Solo, along with Solo's and Samis?

I would love to hear how you came up with these dynamics and what you might have thought while you were writing them!!!

hi!! thanks for this question 😙

basically this was like welll over a year ago, solo never spoke, he was the bloodlines enforcer, roman was his “daddy” (-jey mockingly said this), the boys just did everything roman said. i basically just saw the bloodline as his dogs and especially solo, and with how the boys and ro talked about solo as a kid, so i really wanted to extrapolate that personality.

i basically had roman be a psychologically abusive cunt to solo- he’d watch his brothers get beat up and avoided doing the things they did to stay on romans good side, and learned to dissociate to create a sort of barrier to distance himself from the trauma as a young kid. with him being romans little snitch and following him around constantly and being groomed by roman into becoming his to control, i figured it would make it pretty sad if solo basically had no personality of his own, hence the lack of a dating life, no favourite food/colour/etc. i had rikishi be an absent father, so that with roman being around much more to act in his stead, solo always saw him as more of a father than he ever saw rikishi.

he doesn’t understand that sometimes people just do things because they want to or like the person, without wanting anything back in return.

which brings me onto sami. sami is a happy guy, he doesn’t necessarily see the years and years of abuse roman put the boys through yet, he just loves them. solo interests him because he’s so quiet, he almost wants to crack him. he’s enamoured by the way solo slowly slowly gets used to him, the little moments they have mean everything to him.

sami is the outside perspective, he notices slowly that things aren’t really okay, the twins are terrified of roman, solo has an insecure kind of attachment to him. he knows that solo isn’t exactly “normal”, but as an autistic person he never felt like he fit in anywhere either so he sympathises with solo in a way. he wants to be the one to help him figure out things in life separate from roman. he wants to be his first kiss, his first **😏, and teach him what *real* life is, but he’s more than willing to be incredibly slow and selfless about it. despite his size and killing capability, sami basically sees a baby deer. he can’t spook the poor thing.

honestly you could go as far as to say solo has some kind of stockholm syndrome with roman, where in the long term roman manipulated him through fear to love and respect him.

anyway, thanks so much for the ask, any excuse to yap for me! hope you like the fic!

[delilahcalicocat]

Can I have 🥨🧼 with Sami x Fem autistic reader x Solo where they help her while she's overstimulated due to her sensory? I need some fluff since my sensory is out of control

A/N: Of course, I love writing this kind of of Fluff. It shows how sweet someone is to someone who has Autism! <3

♡~you're ok..~♡

{Rating: flufffffffffffff}

{Warnings: Crying, Overstimulation, Panic, Anxiety, Sensory Issues.}

{Pairing: Sami Zayn x Autistic!Fem!Reader x Solo Sikoa}

Sami and Solo had brought you to a WWE RAW show, since you wanted to go since you were little.

But due to just the loudness backstage, you ended up hiding in their locker room, tears streaming down your face.

"Yo, Uce. Why didn't you throw your hoodie like usual?" Solo questioned Sami.

"I.. Don't know, something just felt off tonight. I kept it incase.." Sami said.

Suddenly, the two saw Finn Balor rush towards them

"Sami,Solo. You've got to go see Y/N! She's a mess- I think the loudness got to 'er." Finn said with heavy breaths.

Sami and Solo nodded, and rushed to the locker room. To see you.

You were curled up on the bench, Crying your eyes out. The noise was simply too much for you.

"Aww... Honey... it's alright." Solo assured you

"N-No it's not... I came here to watch Sami's big match, and missed out..." You sniffled

The one thing, that Sami noticed. Is that when you panicked. You took off your hoodie since it was always a texture/sensory problem.

Sami put his hoodie on you, the fabric engulfing your features, the only visible parts of your body being your legs and face.

You were still a sobby little mess.

But there was one thing that made the night better. Sami let you wear your headphones. And let you walk out with him to the ring.

Finn let you do the same since Solo didn't have a match that night.

You and the Hoodie and headphones, approached the ring with Finn and the rest of the Judgement Day, to announce who was the new women's champion-

You were a wrestler for WWE, so Finn gave you the title. For being very brave-.

Solo let you watch his dark match and you got to make your entrance with him

[bbygirlky18]

Crossroads of Champions!

This is a polyamorous story, Enjoy!

Warnings: None!!

Word Count: 316

In the bustling locker room of WWE's biggest event of the year, tensions run high as superstars from all corners of the globe prepare for their matches. Among them stands Harper Adams, known to the WWE Universe as Blaze Fury, quietly lacing up her boots as the chatter of her fellow competitors fills the air.

Rhea Ripley: *leaning against a nearby locker* "So, Blaze, first WrestleMania. Nervous?"

Blaze Fury: *smirking* "Nah, just excited to show the world what I'm made of."

Liv Morgan: *perking up* "You've certainly got everyone talking. Can't wait to see you in action."

Naomi: *adjusting her ring gear* "Speaking of action, anyone else nervous about their matches tonight?"

Bayley: *grinning* "Nervous? Nah, just ready to steal the show!"

Becky Lynch: *raising an eyebrow* "As if anyone could steal the show from The Man herself!"

Damian Priest: *clapping Finn Bálor on the back* "You ready for our tag match, Finn?"

Finn Bálor: *nodding* "Absolutely. Let's show 'em what we're made of."

JD McDonagh: *striding into the room, his presence casting a shadow over the group* "Well, well, well, if it isn't the WWE's finest. Shame you'll all be overshadowed by my debut tonight."

Sami Zayn: *rolling his eyes* "Give it a rest, JD. Nobody's buying what you're selling."

Cody Rhodes: *stepping forward* "We'll see about that. Tonight, the spotlight belongs to those who earn it."

Dominik Mysterio: *nodding in agreement* "Yeah, and we've worked damn hard to get here."

Blaze Fury: *meeting JD's gaze with a steely resolve* "You can talk a big game, JD, but actions speak louder than words. And tonight, we're about to make history."

As the countdown to WrestleMania begins, the tension in the air is palpable. With every competitor ready to give it their all, the stage is set for a night of unforgettable moments, epic showdowns, and the ultimate test of champions at the Crossroads of Champions.

-I hope you guys enjoyed this! I had so much fun writing it. I love you guys so so so so so much. <33333

[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

𝘌𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴: 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!