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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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Y/N: Vacation was just what I needed 🏖️

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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.  

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[punksdoll]

hii! love ur works!!

was wondering if I could request a jey x sami x reader fanfic (platonic) where you have been out for an injury for a while by rhea and when war-games happens rhea inserts herself in the match leaving jey and sami's team at a disadvantage. and when they think they are gonna lose your music plays and they look up in awe as they see you return and you beat rhea's ass and win the match for the team and they are hugging you and so excited and happy to see you! and are worried for you because they don't want you to overexert yourself cause you are injured and gone for a long time but you reassure them that ur fine.

~~~𝑰’𝒎 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚~~~

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𝑱𝒆𝒚 𝑼𝒔𝒐 𝒙 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑺𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚.

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒎<𝟑 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈<𝟑

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: “𝒎𝒊𝒙𝒆𝒅” 𝒘𝒂𝒓-𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉, 𝒓𝒉𝒆𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒋𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇

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“You are still in a disadvantage for war games.” Finn says into the mic as it has just been revealed that Randy will be coming back.

Cody’s team all look at each other in confusion before looking back at the judgment day, watching Finn hand over the mic to Rhea.

“Cause I’ll be joining in.”

•••

Cody paces back in forth in the locker room that his war games team shares. The news of Rhea joining in their war-games match just caused them a huge disadvantage.

“She ain’t just do that…I know she ain’t just do that.” Jey shakes his head, looking at Cody.

“She did…that snake did.” Cody sighs shaking his head.

“Is that even allowed?” Sami raises an eyebrow.

“In this place…yes.” Seth nods.

“We need someone to join our team to take her down or we’ll be really fucked up at war-games.” Cody shakes his head before looking over at Jey and Sami, “Do you think y/n could be able to?”

Jey and Sami immediately shake their heads, “She’s been out since we parted with my cousin and brothers. She has yet to be cleared, she won’t be able to make it.” Jey shakes his head.

“Guess we just gotta get in there…is Randy even coming?” Seth looks at Cody who immediately nods.

“Yes he will come…and hopefully another saving grace will.”

•••

The war-games matching was turning into literal shit. Cody’s team had such a strong disadvantage knowing they can’t do anything to Rhea which, in the crowds eyes, are bullshit. Here and there Cody’s team would get there licks but Rhea was always put in between, stopping any hits coming from any of her members. She herself would even hit one of the guys. Cody’s team all lost hope when they realize Randy won’t be coming and nor will any saving grace to take Rhea the hell down.

Until there was.

The Judgment day stand in the ring well and strong as they wait for the countdown to go down that was supposed to be a Randy’s return. The countdown ends and the crowd goes silent as they wait impatiently for Randy’s music to hit. The Judgment day starts laughing as they realize no one’s coming as Rhea rushes towards the cage door.

“Priest is catching in.” She says and the crowd immediately goes wild at that.

“It seems like…Damian will be catching in his briefcase!” Michael Cole exclaims as the ref rushes over to the announcer to tell her.

The Judgment Day starts laughing but it automatically drops as they hear Randy’s theme song hit. Everyone in the crowd cheers and goes crazy as JD look towards the ramp where Randy is coming down with a smirk on his face.

Cody watches with a relief smile as he makes eye contact with his team, “We can end this…” he nods slowly as everyone watches Randy get towards the cage and walk up the stairs but suddenly stops and stares at Rhea.

Y/n Y/l/n theme song hits the arena and almost immediately, the crowd stands up with their phones out and cheering. They have been waiting for her arrival ever since she was taken out due to an injury Rhea herself had given her. Rumors were going around about how she wouldn’t return for awhile because of how bad those injuries were.

But here she is. Walking out and to the arena as she soaks in the excitement that the fans are letting loosing as they raise their phones to record her moment.

Randy nods slowly and looks at Rhea who has wide eyes as she stares at Y/n whose eyes immediately catches her, revenge soaking them.

Jey and Sami look at each other with wide eyes before looking over at their friend who walks down the ramp with a slow threatening pace as she keeps her eyes targeted on Rhea who backs up and towards her members.

Randy gets down from the stairs and holds his hand out to Y/n who takes it and helps herself up the stairs of the ring before slowly getting in with Randy who slams the cage door shut and the match has started.

“The War-Games Match has officially started!” The announcer announces and the bell rings.

Y/n grabs a kendo stick and immediately starts hitting Rhea with it, attacking her and making sure she feels what she felt all those months ago.

The war games is getting heated as everyone gets someone and the crowd is going crazy as they watch the match unfold before their eyes with cheers, loving the moment going on.

“Get them between the ropes! Go go go!” Randy orders their team.

Y/n drags Rhea by her hair as she throws her in between the ropes positing her under her arm as she waits for everyone else to get in position. Jey and Sami get in front of her and looked at her shock.

“Heyyy…” Y/n waves at them before Randy nods at them and in unison, they all hit a rope ddt.

Sami and Jey go through the ropes and towards y/n who gives them a big smile, “What are you doing here? I thought you were injured?” Sami frowns.

“Fight now, talk later.” Y/n pats them both on their chest before jumping at Rhea to take her down.

The match moves on quicker and better than before. Cody’s team having the upper hand and keeping it until the end of the match. Rhea was the last one standing as she looks around to see her fellow judgment day members on the ground, too focused on their pain.

“Get up!” She shouts at them, demanding them. “Get up! Get up!”

Cody, Seth, Sami, Jey, and Randy all circle around her. Y/n slowly creeping up behind her.

“You can’t hit me.” Rhea smirks.

“You right…” Jey nods, “She can though.”

Rhea turns around and is immediately stricked with y/n’s finisher and she pins Rhea down, catching the win for the team.

•••

The minute the trio made it backstage, Y/n was immediately engulfed in a hug by Sami and Jey.

“What the hell didn’t you tell us you were coming back?” Sami says with a smile, “You did great out there.”

“He’s right but…your back. Are you sure you good? We don’t want you to have another injury like last time.” Jey says worriedly.

Y/n smiles at them and ruffles their head, “I’ll be fine. The doctor checked me out and said i was good to go.” She reassures them.

“You should make sure with him again.” Sami says worried.

“He right…shits serious.”

“Guys.” Y/n narrows her eyes, “I am fine. I’m cleared. I’ll be okay.”

Sami and Jey nods slowly, “You sure?” Jey asks.

“Jey!”

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[daddyhausen]

Hii! I was wondering if you could write 87 & 94 (NSFW prompt list) for Sami Zayn? Nobody really writes for him and I know if you do it’ll be amazing! 😇😇

• breathless — sami zayn •

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{ masterlist } | { wwe masterlist } | { sami zayn masterlist }

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{ summary } — when you said you’d leave you breathless, sami didn’t think you’d literally mean it

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, enemies to lovers, hatefuck, choking, asphyxiation, breath play, begging, dominant x submissive dynamic, sub!reader, brat!reader, brat taming, facials facefucking, throat fucking, hair pulling oral sex { male receiving }, public sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, rough sex, cumshots multiple orgasm, male + female orgasm, squirting

{ word count } — 510

{ pairing } — fem!reader x sami zayn

{ genre } — smut

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{ 87 } — show me how a good girl begs

{ 94 } — you look good with my hands around your throat

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it was an odd situation you found yourself in

never in your life you you have thought you’d be locked inside a locker room with him of all people

let alone be currently choking on his dick

sami had his hand interlocked in your hair

furiously tugging at your scalp

keeping your head still as he fucked your throat with ease

you hated each other

more or less for the simple fact you both found each other’s personalities unbearably irritating

you had no idea how you managed to let yourself get this far

or himself for that matter

despite your hatred, you could not help but love the feeling of his cock down your throat

“i hate you do fucking much, but god…you can suck cock so well”

you took it as a complement even it it was from him

completely ignoring him for the most part

deciding to annoy him further simply by biting down lightly

he hissed at the contact, annoyed but surprisingly enjoying it

“listen here you bitch, do that again and you won’t get to cum, understood?”

you rolled your eyes at his faux taunt, knowing that he would not let you leave without at least one orgasm

you took his cock deeper avoiding teeth this time just to please him

his hot seed spilling down your throat with little warning besides the tight clench of his abdomen

you gasped for air as he pulled out, some of his seed splashing upon your cheeks

while some leaked down your chin

he pressed you back up against the wall

giving you no time to recover your breath as his hand fixed itself around your throat

he admired the sight

squeezing tighter for a second before adding the other hand

“you look good with my hands around your throat”

you remained silent, simply sneering in his direction

he lined himself up with your entrance, hiking one of your legs up for leverage

he buried himself to the hilt, bottoming out with such vicious force

you gasped, thinking he was incapable of such roughness

despite him practically drestroying your throat earlier

“show me how a good girl begs”

“fuck you!” you spat, trying to bury a moan back into your throat

“ah ah, what did i say before sweet cheeks, behave yourself or else you won’t get to cum”

you scoffed reluctantly at his words

caving in to his demands, begging for his cock, even though you did not truely mean it

“mmm…i’m cumming…” you whined into his shoulder

“huh? what did you say sweetheart?”

“you heard me, you asshole!”

you sweetness gushed around his length, so much so the force made you shudder into his

walls gripping his cock

“fuck-“ he quickly pulled out of you, his seed splashing against your stomach

he stood there, amazed by the pleasure that washed over him

“wow…that was- fuck-“

shaky breaths left his lips as he set you down slowly

“that was amazing” he began, already in his own blissful little world

“you know what, maybe i don’t hate you after all”

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[itjazzbicch]

My Sweet Angel

Pairing:  Sami Zayn x Fem Reader 

Summary: Based off my previous fic Heaven:

Keeping their relationship a secret considering the reader is the younger sister of Jimmy, Jey, and Solo, things get tough for Sami and the reader's relationship, having to make a big choice when things implode...

Warnings: Swearing (Sorry if there's any typos I literally just whipped this up quick asf because I saw the opportunity lmao)

Word Count: 1.9k 

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic  @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @melissahausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linzi-land @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @legit9thlunaticwarrior @seeingstarks @rubyred1980 @alexisquinnlee-bc 

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:   

Ever since that night in my hotel room, Sami and I kept it behind my family's back, but we were as close as close could get. Not leaving each other's sides, always laughing and putting smiles on each other's faces, he even started calling me his little angel, which always made my heart flutter.

My heart was filled with such strong emotions and overflowed just by looking at him. With all that emotion came a great price though.

Anxiety nor paranoia could even describe how I felt when Roman was around. Thankfully, I didn't have to worry as much considering my older brother Jey finally loosened up and became friends with Sami. But Roman was always questioning him, testing him, and when Tribal Court came?

Jey was my savior that day, protecting Sami from Solo's attack and Roman's accusations. I knew there was nothing I could do. Like any of them would listen, but I was so grateful Jey knew that things weren't right.

Deep down inside, I knew this wasn't over. After having my own title match, I was informed only Sami and Paul would be going out with Roman during the main event. My heart instantly dropped. I tried to shower and watch the women's rumble match, considering the winner could very well be my next opponent.

But I couldn't stop worrying. Jumping at the knock on my door:

"Hey, my angel. You in there?"

"Coming!" I rushed to the door, Sami trying to smile for me, but I could tell that he was worried sick just like me. We both knew tonight was going to be rough.

"I just wanted to give you a hug before I go out there with Roman," He whispered softly, knowing that he really needed some kind of comfort, that I gladly gave him with a tight hug:

"You listen to me. Don't do a thing out there. Don't talk to either of them, just let them wrestle. Okay? This is Roman's fight. Not yours."

"I will, angel," I could even hear his hurt through his voice, wanting to take it away, squeezing him tight before I picked up my head to kiss:

"And just be careful. Please."

He only nodded, pressing his lips a little harder and it nearly put me in tears. He kissed me as if it were the last chance he'd get to. Watching him walk away, I let those few tears fall, but having to clean myself up as I heard my phone, seeing Jimmy's contact pop up.

Jimmy, Solo, and Jey had me come to their locker room to watch the match and it had me on the edge of my seat. Kevin Owens was no push over and how he kept kicking out was mind blowing. All till Roman speared him through the barricade.

That was the beginning of the end. Roman beating the back of his head against the steel steps, getting him in the ring and I couldn't even watch Roman get the pin as Solo was at the door walking out, "Let's go."

I never felt my heart race so quickly, making our way out to the ring with Roman in the center, titles held high, Sami just staring at us like a plea for help.

Just the look Roman gave to Jimmy, Jey, and Solo had me swallowing a breath. Jumping into the ring just to start beating the shit out of Kevin. He wasn't exactly a friend of mine or anything, but superkick after superkick, just a straight up beat down, it was hard for even me to watch.

If things couldn't get any worse, Roman's laughs caught my attention, handcuffs jingling in each of his hands. I never felt so scared and useless, just standing in the corner, watching Kevin get handcuffed to the ropes, completely defenseless and taking even more superkicks from Jimmy and Jey.

I couldn't watch anymore, but looking and seeing Roman putting the chair in Sami's hands, screaming at him:

"DO IT! HIT HIM!"

We all knew that deep down inside, Sami cared for Kevin, and I wanted to grab them both and just book it out of there, but Sami tried to deescalate the situations, telling Roman this wasn't worth his time, just for Roman to yell even louder:

"I WON'T SAY IT AGAIN!"

There was no way out of this, Roman standing before Kevin Owens as Sami stood behind him with the chair and for a moment, Sami stared at me in the corner, as if he was telling me that he was sorry, filling the entire arena with gasps when the chair smacked Roman's back.

I started shaking so hard, seeing the looks on Jimmy and Solo's faces, just to watch Sami eat one of the nastiest superkicks Jimmy's ever delivered. Covering my mouth, I could only watch in the corner, Jimmy and Solo taking turns beating up Sami.

Roman made it to his feet and I thought I had some hope when he pointed at Sami, commanding Jey to join in on the beating, but Jey didn't move.

"Jey, please-" I whispered, but the crowd's roar blocked out my words, everyone in even more shock as Jey shook his head and left the ring, clearly fighting some hard feelings.

All that did was piss Roman off even more, taking the chair again, and that's when I couldn't just stand there anymore. I refused to stand here and watch Roman do this.

The crowd was almost deafening when I ran over to Sami, hugging his body and bracing myself for an impact, Roman going to swing, but leaving the chair in the air. Staring at me confused.

"Y/N, what the hell are you doing?!"

"Just stop this! Please!" I pleaded, shaking my head and trying to fight the tears, but I failed miserably, crying horribly, "Roman, please!"

"And why should I?!" Things just went from horrible to worse, Roman trying to yank me away from Sami's limp body, but I was hugging him so tight that I wouldn't budge, "He claims he's, our family?!" He just hit me with this damn chair! He ain't our family!"

"Yeah! BUT HE'S MY BABY!" I screamed so loud that it strained my voice, silence falling with all eyes on me. Now I was the one who was pissed, eyes staring a hole through Roman, "I love him, and I won't let you do this to him!"

Jimmy and Solo only exchanged looks, not sure what to do, and Roman was having none of it, laughing at me:

"You? You were the 'angel' I heard him talk about before?"

"I am," I huffed, sending the crowd crazy as I stood up tall, measuring up Roman, glaring, "And if you try to hurt him again. You're going to deal with me."

"Jimmy! Solo!"

"Angel, please," I turned my head for only a second when I felt Sami's hand around my ankle, desperately trying to pick himself up, but I kept protecting him, not sure if Jimmy and Solo were going to listen to Roman:

"Jimmy! Solo! Get your sister, NOW!"

"Sis-" Jimmy at least didn't want to do this, taking my hand softly, but when I tried to snatch it away, Solo was at my other, both pulling me into a hug that I couldn't break.

"I WILL NEVER FORGIVE ANY ONE OF YOU! STOP!"

Damn them for having such a tight grip, no matter how hard I trashed and kicked, I couldn't escape Jimmy and Solo, crying and screaming while Roman smacked Sami with the chair. Over and over till his body was motionless. Looking dead against the mat.

I literally couldn't breathe, and Jimmy let his guard down because of that, trying to calm me down:

"Y/N, it's-"

"Fuck you!" I cried angrily, elbowing him hard so that I was free and running back to Sami's body, a death stare locking into Roman's eyes while he stood over us, having the damn nerve to smile.

The crowd was chanting exactly what I was thinking, "Fuck you, Roman!" Never heard such loud boos and screaming in an arena before. I had never been so hurt and Roman deserved to get hit with that chair after everything he'd done.

"And don't worry, I'm not finished with you, either," Roman's authority meant nothing to me now, his words meaningless and I made sure he knew as I growled back:

"Go to hell."

I refused to let Sami go till they were out of the ring and out of my sight, a bit relieved when he finally started to move, medical personnel tending to him and Kevin. Just to prove my loyalty to them as well, I already had Sami's arm wrapped around me once he was out of the ring, but I look Kevin's too, strong enough to be a base for both of them.

"You know," Kevin huffed, even while beat up, smiling at him, "You got yourself one hell of a girl, Sami."

Sami didn't say a word, but I could see the small smile through his hair, parting ways once we were in the back and I made sure that the medical personnel checked him thoroughly, needing to make sure that he wasn't hurt.

He did need his midsection wrapped up and with the time given, I moved like the wind to get all our stuff out of my locker room and made sure Roman nor my brothers were there, Jey nowhere to be found either.

I was out of breath and panting when I got back to Sami in the ME office, looking and listening to his soft voice:

"Come here, angel."

Great, here came the tears again as I came and hugged him softly, the scene of Roman beating him with that chair burned into my mind, all I could do was cry.

Sami hugged me back as tightly as he could, head against mine as he whispered, "I'm gonna be alright, okay? I'm sorry that I started all these problems with your family-"

"No, Sami," Picking my head up and wiping away my tears so he could see the seriousness in my eyes, "Roman damn well knows that what he did was unfair to you. Roman and my brothers have used you, worked you like a dog, and I understand how you feel about Kevin. Roman deserved to get hit with that chair, but you did not deserve what he just did to you."

I had to step away again and breathe, wiping away more tears. All I could think about was beating Roman's ass myself, but Sami pulled me back into another hug, fighting his own tears:

"Kevin's right. I sure have one hell of a girl."

"I'd fight my brothers, I'd fight Roman," I sniffled, holding his forehead to mine and crying, "I'd fight the whole damn world for you, Sami. I wish I could've done more. It makes me feel like shit."

"I got myself into this mess with Roman, okay?" Picking his head up and being strong for me, he made sure to look into my eyes while assuring, "And we will get out of it. I promise. Don't beat yourself up over this."

Nodding softly, I just hugged him again, needing the comfort, and as always, he knew how to make me smile some, praising me:

"Also, I've never seen someone so badass stand up to Roman like that."

"I should've kicked him in the dick now that I think about it," I tried making myself laugh and it helped somewhat, not as much as what I heard next:

"You did all you could with the odds stacked against you, and I love you even more for that, my sweet angel."

"I love you too, Sami," Voice breaking down on me while my hands cradled his face, kissing softly, "I love you so much." 

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[aalyssah]

Wrong, But Feels So Right

Pairing: Sami Zayn x Fem!Bloodeline!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Cursing, Femdom!Reader, Oral, (Sami Receiving), and Quickie. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 1,458

Summary: Sami knows it’s so wrong to be with you sexual, but he can’t help it when it feels so good.

A/N: First time writing for Sami and I don't know how I feel about it. Hope You Enjoy!

You grabbed a water bottle and towel as you walked to the entryway.

You stood there waiting for your brothers and cousin to come back. Roman just got done with a match against Cody with the help of the others of course.

They came through, Roman drenched in sweat. "Good job guys." You handed Roman the water bottle and wiped some sweat off his arms. "Cody was so mad." Jimmy chuckled at Cody's expression after he lost. "Yeah, Uce didn't see it coming." Jey added.

You all stood there joking and talking about the match when someone behind them caught your eye. It was Sami. Sami and Kevin were helping Cody walk backstage. He turned around and locked eyes.

You tried to hold back an expression as you two stared at each other, but you could see something in his eyes. "Y/n!" You jumped at the loud voice of Roman. "Did you hear what I said?" You finally looked at Roman seeing him and the others waiting for you to speak.

"No sorry, I zoned out. I'm just really tired from helping everyone set up the show. I might head to the hotel early tonight." The boys nodded their heads, greeting you goodbye.

You almost broke the speed limit at how fast you were driving. You could feel the anticipation buzzing through your body as the elevator went to Sami’s floor. You were smiling so hard that your cheeks were starting to hurt.

You made it to his hotel room, gently knocking on the door. It was quiet for a few seconds before the door opened.

Sami stood there with wide eyes, pulling you in before looking around the hall to smile sure no one saw you and closed the door. "Y/n, what are you doing here?!" You smiled at Sami's shocked voice.

"Calm down pretty boy, I'm just here to see you." Sami shook his head, running a hand through his messy hair. "No, you can't be here. Y'know we can't be together right now." You pouted at his words. "It's okay, I made sure on one saw me come up here. The boys think I'm asleep in my room because I told them I'm tired."

You took his hand, guiding it to your chest, the low cut shirt you wore helping him. "I missed you so bad!" You moaned out, throwing your head back. "Y/n!" Sami pulled back fast, looking nervous. "C'mon Sami, touch me."

Sami shook his head no. "No I can't." You huffed out rejections. "Sami don't act like we haven't done this before. Why are you acting like this?" Sami avoided your eyes as he spoke.

"People are getting suspicious. Kevin's catching on. He's seen your white lace panties on the floor. He's smelt your perfume on my clothes, he thinks there's someone."

You only smiled at the first part. "So that's where my panties went. I was wondering why I couldn't find them."Sami's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you serious Y/n? I just told you that we couldn't possibly be caught and all you heard was panties?"

You laughed, brushing him off. "Chill baby, it's okay, and even if someone was to find out I don't care. I won't let my family hurt you. Not again."You gently rubbed up and down his thighs, palming his crotch.

He moaned, bucking his hips up. You both slowly leaned forward as your lips connected. In an instant the kiss turned sloppy as he picked you up and carried you to the bed.

You smiled as he kissed the nape of your neck, gripping at your body. "You're so pretty Y/n." You giggled at his compliment. "Only for you, baby." He kissed you once more, tugging at your clothes.

He pulled your shirt over your head, instantly grasping at your breast. He placed soft kisses on your chest, reaching his hand behind you to unclasp your bra, freeing your breast.

They bounced as the bra slipped off. He sucked and fondled your breast, your hand coming to his hair. Your nails scratched his scalp as you let out a relaxed sigh. It's been almost a week since you've gotten any free time to yourself, considering how protective your family is.

You grind your hips up at his body as he nibbles on your nipples. You pulled him up into a kiss, tugging at his pants. You two pulled apart giving him time to undress.

You smiled at his cock, slightly erected. You grabbed his cock, slowly jerking him. He shuddered at the feeling of your hand, moving to rest against the headboard while you sat between his legs. "Someone must've missed me." You teased, leaning down and taking him in your mouth.

You bobbed your head, his hand coming to your hair, slowly pushing your head down, making you take him deeper. You relaxed your jaw and controlled your breathing as his hips thrusted up at a comfortable pace.

You gagged, your saliva slipped from the corners of your mouth and dripped on his cock and thighs.

"God your mouth feels so good." Sami praise, pulling some hair that fell forward away from your face. You looked up at him with doe eyes, him throwing his head back with a moan. You took his cock out your mouth with a pop and you crawled up his body.

He scooted down the bed on his back, looking up at you. You looked so dominant on top of him. You squatted and guided his cock to your entrance before slowly sinking down. Sami hissed at your tightness. "Go down easy, easy- just like that." His hands were at your waist, holding you softly.

You began bouncing up and down, breathing heavy. Sami laid back, watching as you bounced up and down, your breast bouncing with every movement. You bit your lip, locking eyes with him. You both know you couldn't be loud, since you weren't the only wrestlers on the same hotel floor.

You put so much force into your bounces, wanting to milk him for all he had. Everytime you came up his cock was glistening from your juices, your cum coated around his cock in a circle.

He pulled you down slightly, so he could reach your breast. His ginger beard scraped across your body as he sucked on your nipples. He hummed as your bouncing grew fast and deeper.

He bit down, a hiss of pain slipping out your mouth. "No teeth, you can suck." Sami took your words, sucking harder, a hickey probably being around your nipple. It wasn't like anyone was gonna see.

Sami gently stopped you from bouncing, which got your attention. "Let me be in control for a second." You let him pull you down and tuck you in his neck. He planted his feet on the bed and pounded into you restlessly, the loud clapping noise being heard around the hotel room. The hotel headboard was slamming against the wall from the power of his thrust.

Your moans were mumbled as you screamed. "Oh god feels so good, you're fucking me s’good." Sami audibly whimpered under his breath at your praise, wanting to make you feel good. He snuck a hand down between your connected bodies, and rubbed at your sensitive clit. "Oh, fuck!" Sami quickly covered your mouth with his hand after hearing you scream.

You clenched down on him repeatedly, feeling close. "Shit, I'm cumming Sami!" Sami grunted as you squeezed him at a vice grip, cumming around him. Your body fell limp on his as Sami chased after his own release. He came with a groan, freezing on the spot.

It's a good thing you're on the pill.

You both laid there, with you on top of him while he rubbed soothing circles on your sweaty back. You were the first to break the silence. "You did so good tonight." You said, placing a kiss on his chest.

Sami only looked down at you with worry in his eyes. "Yeah you too, but don't you think we should stop this?" You sat up slightly, looking at him.

"Really? After what we just did you want to say this? Look Sami, I get what you're saying, but don't leave me just because of my family." Sami bit his lip, feeling bad. "I won't. I know it's wrong, but it feels so right to be with you."

He placed a kiss on your lips. "You should get going, Kevin might come back." You nodded, getting up and putting on your clothes. "I'll see you tomorrow night pretty boy." You left out, locking the door and retreating back to your room.

Sami could only shake his head, a smile tugging at his lips.

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[ametrinearrows]

Attacked

The arena was charged with anticipation as the WWE Universe eagerly awaited the next match. Commentators Corey Graves and Michael Cole sat at their commentary table ready to provide the play-by-play for the evening's action. But their attention was soon drawn to a disturbing scene unfolding on the giant screen. 

 "Wait a minute, what's going on?" Corey exclaimed, his voice laced with concern as the footage played out. 

 Michael leaned closer to the screen, his brow furrowing in disbelief. "It looks like some kind of backstage brawl." 

 On the screen, chaos reigned backstage as Sami Zayn and YN YLN found themselves ambushed by a group of four individuals – Rhea Ripley, Finn Balor, Damian Priest, and Dominik Mysterio. The attack was brutal, each blow echoing with a sense of ruthless intent. Sami fought valiantly, but the numbers were against him, and YN was caught in the crossfire. 

 "Oh, come on! This is despicable!" Corey exclaimed, his voice filled with outrage. 

 Michael's eyes were glued to the screen, a mixture of shock and concern etched across his features. "This is absolutely uncalled for. They're going after Sami and YN with such aggression." 

 The assault continued, the camera capturing every blow and every expression of pain etched across Sami and YN's faces. The crowd in the arena erupted into a mixture of gasps, boos, and shouts of disbelief. 

 "They're not holding back at all," Corey noted, his voice grim. "Looks to me like the Judgement Day is trying to send a message." 

 As the camera showed Sami trying to shield YN from the onslaught, the intensity of the moment was palpable. Their bond as cousins and partners in the wrestling world was evident, and the brutal attack highlighted the lengths to which their rivals were willing to go. 

 Michael's voice held a note of sympathy as he watched the scene unfold. "And you can see the concern in Sami's eyes. He's not just a college, he's family, and he's clearly willing to do whatever it takes to protect YN." 

 The camera shifted as the attackers finally retreated, leaving Sami and YN battered and bruised. As the backstage crew rushed to their aid, the crowd's boos and jeers reverberated through the arena. 

 "This is a dark turn of events, Corey," Michael said somberly. "Sami and YN are always a united front, and now they've fallen victim to this ambush." 

 Corey nodded in agreement, his gaze still locked on the screen. "It's a chilling reminder of just how personal things can get in this business." 

 As the screen shifted back to the commentators' booth, the weight of what they had witnessed hung heavy in the air. Sami and YN's bond had been put to the test in the most brutal way possible, and the shockwaves of this attack would undoubtedly resonate through the wrestling world for weeks to come. 

 "That was a disturbing scene," Corey concluded, his voice tinged with a mix of concern and frustration. 

 Michael's expression was resolute, his concern for the wrestlers evident. "Let's hope that Sami and YN can recover from this and come back stronger than ever." 

 The chaos backstage was slowly fading into a blur as the WWE medical team rushed to tend to Sami and YN, who had fallen victim to the brutal ambush. Sami's body throbbed with pain, but his primary concern was for YN. 

 "Easy there, Sami," one of the medical personnel said as they began to examine him. 

 Sami winced, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of YN. "Where's YNN? Is she okay?" 

 The medic exchanged a glance with a colleague before looking back at Sami, his expression grave. "YN took quite a blow. We're trying to stabilize her, but she's unresponsive. We're sending her to the hospital for further evaluation." 

 Sami's heart sank at the news, a mix of fear and anger welling up within him. He needed to be with her, to make sure she was okay. "I need to go with her. Can I ride in the ambulance?" 

 The medic nodded in understanding. "Of course, Sami. Let's get you both to the hospital." 

 As YN was carefully loaded into the ambulance, Sami climbed in beside her, his heart heavy as he looked at her still form. The ambulance doors closed, and the vehicle began to move, the sirens wailing in the night. 

 "Hey, YNN," Sami whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "You're gonna be okay. Just hang in there." 

 Inside the ambulance, the steady hum of the equipment provided a backdrop to the silence that filled the space. Sami's gaze never left YN, his hand reaching out to gently hold hers. 

 As the ambulance sped through the city streets, the journey felt endless. Sami's thoughts raced, memories of their journey together in the wrestling business flooding his mind. They had faced challenges and triumphs side by side, and he couldn't bear the thought of losing her now. 

 Sami's fingers brushed against YN's hand, his voice a mixture of desperation and determination. "Come on, YNN. You've got so much fight in you. Don't let them take that away from you." 

 As the hospital came into view, Sami's heart raced. The medical team was ready to receive them, and YN was swiftly transferred from the ambulance to the care of the hospital staff. Sami followed closely, his worry etched across his face. 

 "Sir, you'll have to wait outside while we examine her," one of the nurses said gently. 

 Sami nodded, his grip on YN's hand reluctantly loosening. "Please, just let me know how she's doing." 

 The nurse offered him a reassuring smile. "We'll do our best, sir." 

 As Sami paced the waiting area, time seemed to stretch on indefinitely. Every second felt like an eternity, his mind consumed by thoughts of YN and the uncertain road ahead. The weight of guilt weighed heavily on him – guilt for not being able to protect her, for allowing her to be put in harm's way. 

 Finally, a doctor approached, his expression serious. "Are you here for YN YLN?" 

 Sami nodded eagerly, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yes, how is she?" 

 The doctor offered a small smile. "She's stable now. She took quite a hit, and we're keeping her under observation. We'll need to run a few tests, but she's in good hands." 

 Sami's shoulders sagged with relief, his emotions a tumultuous mix of gratitude and concern. "Can I see her?" 

 The doctor nodded. "Of course. She's in room 304." 

 Sami practically sprinted down the hallway, his steps slowing only when he reached YN's room. Pushing the door open gently, he entered, his heart swelling with a mix of emotions at the sight of her. 

 "Hey, YNN," Sami whispered, his voice filled with tenderness. He pulled up a chair and sat beside her bed, his hand reaching out to hold hers. 

 "I'm here. And I won't leave your side." 

 Sami's gaze never wavered from YN, his presence a silent promise that he would be there for her no matter what.  

As Sami sat vigil by YN's side, the hospital room's door creaked open, and two familiar figures entered – Stephanie McMahon and Triple H. Their concerned expressions reflected the gravity of the situation as they approached YN's bedside. 

 Sami looked up, his gaze meeting theirs. "Stephanie, Hunter." 

 Stephanie offered a sympathetic smile, her voice gentle. "Sami, how is she?" 

 Sami's voice was tinged with relief as he glanced back at YN, still unconscious. "She's stable, but she hasn't woken up yet." 

 Triple H placed a hand on Sami's shoulder, offering a reassuring squeeze. "You did the right thing by being here for her, Sami." 

 Sami nodded in agreement, his attention shifting back to YN. "Yeah, she's family. I'll always be here for her." 

 As the three of them stood in the room, a tense silence settled over them, each lost in their thoughts. Moments later, YN's eyelids began to flutter, and her hand twitched slightly. 

 Stephanie leaned closer, her voice a whisper. "I think she's waking up." 

 Sami's heart raced as he watched YN's eyes slowly open, her gaze adjusting to the light in the room. Her eyes focused on the figures before her, and a small smile tugged at her lips. 

 "Hey there, YNN," Stephanie said softly, her expression filled with genuine concern. 

 YN blinked, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Stephanie, H? What are you doing here?" 

 Triple H chuckled lightly, his concern evident in his eyes. "We wanted to make sure you're okay." 

 Sami leaned closer, his voice tinged with relief. "Yeah, we were all pretty worried about you." 

 YN's gaze shifted to Sami, a mixture of gratitude and confusion in her eyes. "What happened?" 

 Sami sighed, his voice somber. "Judgement Day attacked you, YNN. Backstage. You and me both." 

 YN's brow furrowed as she tried to process the information. "Attacked us? Why?" 

 Stephanie's expression darkened. "We're not entirely sure." 

 YN's eyes widened in realization, her determination shining through despite her weakened state. "We can't let them get away with this." 

 Triple H nodded in agreement. "You're right, YNN. We're going to do everything we can to put an end to this." 

 YN's grip on Sami's hand tightened, her resolve unwavering. "I'm not backing down. Not after this." 

 Sami's heart swelled with pride, his voice full of admiration. "That's the spirit, YNN. We're all in this together." 

 Stephanie smiled, her gaze moving between the two of them. "You guys aren’t alone. There are so many superstars behind you at the ready." 

With the promise of justice in their hearts, Stephanie, Triple H, and Sami watched over YN as she drifted into a healing sleep, ready to face whatever lay ahead – together. 

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[smartycvnt]

ride or dies

pairing: kevin owens x sami zayn x reader

summary: you and kevin save sami from the bloodline

You sighed as Kevin paced back and forth. Something was going to happen tonight and you knew it. Jey had tweeted out earlier about an important Bloodline announcement, but Roman wasn't booked to appear on Smackdown this week at all. They were going to do something to Sami, which you couldn't in good conscience sit back and let happen. So, you called Kevin for help. He had pretended that it was only because you had asked, but you knew how worried he had been for Sami lately.

"I don't get it," Kevin muttered to himself. You counted down in your head, just waiting for the sudden outburst to come. "I'm his best friend. I warn him again and again, but he acts like I can't be trusted. It's like he doesn't think I'm just looking out for his best interest. He always trusts you, but why not me?"

"You don't always trust him. You've both given each other reasons not to trust each other, but you're here now." You reached your hand towards him, glad when he caught onto what you wanted and took the empty seat next to you. You leaned your head against his shoulder as the two of you watched The Usos go out to the ring first. Sami trailed behind them a little.

"Do you think he'll come over to Raw for a while after this?" Kevin asked. He had been over there by himself for quite some time now. You hadn't wanted to go to Smackdown, but it was smart to have someone looking out for Sami. Even if he didn't want to listen to you either.

"I think after this, we'll both be looking for spots on Raw," you said with a small huff. Kevin tried to act like that didn't make his heart jump a little, but you could see the hints of a smile on his face. You moved to press a kiss to Kevin's cheek when out of the corner of your eye you noticed Jimmy turn his back. Jey didn't hesitate to go right after Sami, which was when Kevin sprung into action. You both ran as fast as you could down to the ring.

"Get out of here Y/n," Jimmy told you. Kevin was pulling Jey off of Sami and throwing him out of the ring. You had your fists clenched as you walked the other twin into a corner. Kevin was getting Sami and taking him back while you stared down Jimmy. Once you were sure that they were safely out of the way, you gave Jimmy one hit to the thigh with your kendo stick before leaving the ring. On your way up the ramp, you kicked at Jey for good measure.

"I don't know why they would do this. I was one of them. They told me I was one of them," Sami rambled as Kevin held an ice pack to his temple. "I must have messed up somehow. I need to go out there and apologize."

"Sit down," you said sternly. Sami sank back immediately. You were glad that even after having known each other for so long, that trick still worked as well as it did. "You aren't one of them. You are not a member of The Bloodline. You are not an Uce. Somewhere along the way, you forgot who you are, but Kevin and I are gonna remind you of that."

"You two don't know me," Sami tried arguing. Kevin scoffed at that, knowing Sami better than he knew himself. "I'm not the same Sami I used to be. I'm not the guy you love anymore."

"Stupid hair and all, you still look like Sami Zayn to me." You were surprised that Kevin had taken the first step with Sami this time. You had gotten so used to taking the lead when it came to comforting either one of them. "I happen to know this decent wrestler who gives pretty dashing haircuts if you're interested. Even if she messes up your hair, she'll still tell you look cute."

"I would not have messed up your hair if you stayed still," you said, somewhat defensively. Both Sami and Kevin chuckled at that, knowing that probably wasn't the whole truth. Your heart ached momentarily watching them sit there together laughing and smiling like old times. Sami picked up on the slight change in your demeanor first and got up to hug you.

"Thank you for saving me," Sami said. He looked back and Kevin and nodded for him to join you. Kevin held the two of you tightly, almost a little too tightly, but you'd never complain. You hadn't known what to expect that morning when you were getting ready for the show, but it wasn't getting to head to the next city with both Kevin and Sami. The wave of nostalgia you were feeling was quickly washed over with a sense of safety as the three of you fell back into old routines together.

#wwe x reader #wwe #wwe imagine #wwe imagines #sami zayn x reader #kevin owens x reader #sami zayn #sami zayn imagine #sami zayn imagines #kevin owens #kevin owens imagine #zowens #zowens x reader #zowens imagine #zowens imagines

[samijey]

#this man just casually out there living my dream

#wwe #sami zayn #jey uso #samijey #jeysami #stuff i made #im kevin in this gif #like yea i won but at what cost #if this is codys strategy to force me to gif him hes smarter than i imagined 😔 im only human

[kyleoreillylover]

Protectors

Jey Uso x Sami Zayn x Fem!Reader

Summary: As the youngest on the roster, you are used to the protective antics of the older members of the WWE- specifically Jey and Sami, who took you under their wing and see you as their little sister, who deemed themselves as your protectors- despite you thinking you can take care of yourself. But tonight, after wanting to experience being a normal teenager and sneaking out to a party you get ditched and stranded at, you call them for help. And Jey is not happy with you.

A/N: This is very self-indulgent. Not that I get stranded at parties, but I wish Sami and Jey were some of my college besties, especially as a first year, and could comfort me, don't we all 🥹 Hope ya'll enjoy!!

tag list: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav (if you wanna be added to the tag list just lmk!)

Word Count: 4,631

The rational part of your brain knew it was a stupid idea ever since your friends suggested it- you had to be stupid to not think that -but the irrational part of your brain wanted to finally act your age and have fun with the friends you barely saw ever since being called up and constantly on the road 300 days a year. 

As a college student who also happened to be a WWE superstar and the hottest act on WWE.

And at a mere 18 years old.

Any other person your age would have jumped at the chance for a wild night out. And you finally wanted to live up to your age. 

Which is why you didnt tell anyone on the roster that you were planning to attend the party. Sneaking out from the tour bus was easy enough, slipping away from the watchful eyes of your older colleagues who often acted as your guardians whenever you were on tour. You were grateful for their protectiveness, but tonight, you craved a taste of freedom, and you weren't gonna get that with them breathing down your necks. 

But now, with the bitter cold air biting at your skin, and the distant sound of music fading behind you, you found yourself regretting your decision. You hadn't anticipated how quickly everything could turn sour. Your friends had scattered away a few hours ago to god knows where, leaving you stranded and uncomfortable in a sea of drunk idiots (there was no way you were trusting the drinks of a bunch of college boys) that were either trying to get in your pants or trying to get you into their friends’ pants. 

And to make things worse-you got recognized. An over-zelous frat boy took one look at you from across the room and literally screamed out your name over the loud music, which in turn made his other over-zelous frat boy friends turn towards you with recognition in their drunken-hazed eyes and run over to you and wrap their sweaty arms around you and beg you for selfies, which in turn made everyone else realize you were there and do the same thing. 

You quickly dipped before shit could hit the fan and managed to slip away and run far away from the house without anyone following you, but now you had no idea where you were, it was getting colder by the second, and you were nervous that a fan would eventually find you. 

You navigated through dimly lit streets, shivering in the cold, desperately trying to remember the route back to the main road to get the hell out of here. The unfamiliar streets twisted and turned, leading you deeper into a residential neighborhood you didn't recognize. Panic began to well up within you as you realized you truly had no idea where the fuck you were going. 

You groaned as as frustration mixed with the cold night air. You had two options now. Either suck it up and keep walking, hoping to stumble upon a familiar place with using google maps, or call one of your friends for help.

You started mentally weighing the pros and cons of each option to call. Cody was finally spending time with his family, you weren't close enough with Seth to ask him for help, Rhea would chew you up and spit you out for being this stupid and leaving without telling her, Bianca was spending time with Montez and busy dealing with Damage Control, Nia hated your guts…which left you with two options...

You reached for your phone, feeling the chill of the night biting at your fingertips as you dialed the numbers of the two people who you defineltey felt the most guilty about not telling about your plans because they were the closest to you and the most protective of you, but you had no choice now. The phone rang, each ring and every second you waited for an answer amplifying your anxiety. 

After a few agonizing moments, the phone finally finally clicked, indicating that someone had picked up. 

"Why the hell you calling at 1 am? I ain't getting you no food uce." Jeys groggy voice greeted on the other end of the line, sounding slightly annoyed at being awakened. "Hey...." You answered back nervously, knowing he'd be even more irritated. 

"Jey, be nice." You heard Sami's equally tired voice chastise Jey. Sami was always the sweetest between the two of them, even though Jey was also syrupy sweet with you and being protective hell over you. Sami was always spoiling you despite Jey's teasing and gruff exterior. You were like the little sister they never had.

"But why are you calling at this time, kiddo? Shouldn't you be sleeping or something, all that teenage angst catching up to you?" Sami teased lightly.

You let out a nervous laugh, the sound slightly shaky from the cold, your breath visible in the chilly night air. "Uh, yeah, about that...I kind of need your help," you admitted, rubbing your arms in an attempt to generate some warmth.

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Jey spoke up again, this time more alert. "What kind of help? What the hell you do?" Jey's voice was filled with concern yet tinged with a hint of scolding. 

You let out another nervous laugh, knowing he was going to get more angry. "Don't get mad..." 

"Don't get mad?" Jey's voice rose a notch, and you could practically hear the skepticism in his tone. "What. Did. You. Do?"

"Well, you see, I may or may not have snuck out to a party without telling anyone, and now I'm kind of lost in the middle of nowhere," you confessed immediately at his demanding tone, cringing at the admission.

There was a moment of silence, followed by a deep sigh from Sami. "You did what?!" Jey's disbelief was evident, and you could almost picture him running a hand through his hair, a habit he had when he was stressed or frustrated.

"I know, I know, but I called you now, shouldn't that count for something?" You babbled out in a rush to quell his frustations, your teeth chattering slightly from the cold.

Jey let out a frustrated growl. So much for quelling his rage. "You should've not done this shit in the first place, that would've counted for something! You know better than to do this shit-"

"Alright, alright, let's not make her feel worse than she already does." Sami interjected, his tone softer as he put a hand on Jey's shoulder, trying to calm his friend down. "We'll figure this out kiddo, okay? Just send us your location." 

You quickly fumbled with your phone to send them your location- hoping they wouldn't notice you turned it off, but Jey's angry growl indicated that he probably caught on. "And you turned off your location, didn't you?" Jey's voice was stern, and you winced at the disappointment you could feel emanating from him.

"I...uh, didn't want anyone else to track me down," you admitted sheepishly, knowing it was a feeble excuse.

Sami sighed. "Look, just turn it back on so we can find you. We'll be there in a few minutes."

You followed Sami's instructions, turning on your location sharing. As you waited for them to arrive, you couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and anxiety. Relief that you wouldn't have to be in these cold, unfamiliar streets alone and would have company soon and anxiety about facing the inevitable lecture from Jey and Sami. 

True to their word, Jey and Sami showed up shortly, wearing sweatpants and hoodies, looking more like they were ready to sleep than to show up and get you. 

Jey's face was etched with anger, disappointment, and concern, while Sami's held a more understanding and sympathetic look, but also had a tinge of disappointment in his face. They both stepped out of their car, and Sami pulled you into a tight, protective hug. The warmth from his hoodie was a stark contrast to the chilly night air, and you couldn't help but sigh in relief.

"Are you okay?" Sami whispered, concern evident in his voice as he pulled away to examine you. You were wearing a low cut black dress that was definitely not suitable for the cold weather, and Sami's worry deepened as he noticed your shivering.

"I'm fine, just cold," you replied, trying to brush off the concern, but the chattering of your teeth betrayed your attempt.

Jey, who had been standing there with his arms crossed, finally spoke up, walking over to you and giving you a jacket."We're taking you back to the bus. This was a stupid idea, and you should know better. Now get in the car."

You nodded solemnly, slipping into the jacket, but Sami frowned at Jeys stern tone. "You don't have to yell at her, Jey. She's already scared and cold." Sami shot Jey a disapproving look that Jey shot right back at him. "Then what the hell am I supposed to do, Sami? Be happy like you that she's almost a grown ass adult that decided to play hide and seek in the middle of the night in some random neighboorhood?"

Your frown turned into a glare as you looked between them, understanding where Jey was coming from but nonetheless still hurt by his words. "You're right. I am an adult, so I shouldn't have to listen to you yell at me like I'm a child," you retorted, crossing your arms defensively.

Jey scoffed, rubbing his temples. "Yeah, your such an adult that you got yourself lost in the middle of the night," he muttered under his breath, but Sami shot him another warning look.

"Enough, Jey. Yelling at her won't change what happened. Let's just get her back to the bus and talk about this when we're all in a warmer, less public place," Sami suggested, guiding you towards the car.

You were about to go into the car, but a voice yelling out your name made you freeze in your tracks. "Y/N!!" The three of you turned to see a big ass frat boy running towards you, phone in hand, with a wide grin on his face. 

"You didnt listen to me ask you for a selfie earlier!" he exclaimed, clearly still drunk. "So now that I finally found you, are you done being a bitch and will take a selfie with me?" He barely finished his sentence before Jey grabbed the collar of his shirt and lifted him off the ground, a low growl escaping his throat.

"You need to learn some damn manners, you fucking fool!" Jey snarled, his grip tightening on the guy's shirt. "You talk to her like that again I'ma stick my foot up your ass and make sure you can't talk at all, uce."

"Jey, let him go!" Sami intervened, trying to pry Jey's fingers off the frat boy. You watched, wide-eyed, as the frat boy stammered out an apology, fear etched across his face as Jey chocked the life out of him. "Nah, he gotta learn to keep his fucking mouth shut!" Jey's grip tightened on his throat as he pushed him against a nearby car. "You wanna talk that shit to her, you deal with the consequences, uce." Jey's tone was deadly serious, and the frat boy nodded frantically, struggling to catch his breath. 

"Jey, seriously, let him go. We don't need trouble," Sami pleaded, still attempting to calm his friend down. 

"Jey please, let him go. We don't need you getting suspended for hurting a fan over me." Your voice softened as you approached, placing a gentle hand on Jey's arm. He turned to you, his expression still filled with anger but softening slightly at your touch. He listened to you and released the frat boy, who stumbled backward, coughing and trying to regain his composure.

"Get lost," Jey growled at the frat boy, who nodded vigorously before stumbling away, casting frightened glances over his shoulder.

Sami shot Jey a disapproving look, but Jey just shrugged it off. "You didnt have to fight him. You could've just ignored him," Sami scolded gently, shaking his head at Jey's temper.

"I ain't gonna let anyone disrespect her like that, Sami. You know that." Jey replied, still seething but slightly more composed now. You took a step closer to Jey, looking up at him with a mix of fear and love in your eyes. "Thank you, Jey. I'm sorry for causing all this shit." You looked away from him guiltily, not waiting for a response as you crawled into the car, missing the way Jey sighed heavily, his anger slowly dissipating as he met Sami's gaze, who was giving him a knowing look. "Lemme guess, now you are feeling bad and wishing you listened to me?"

Jey sighed again, running a hand through his hair in frustration. 'I fucking know, okay? I shouldn’t have blown up on her like that." Jey admitted gruffly, his voice laced with guilt. 

Sami placed a reassuring hand on Jey's shoulder. "I know, man. But now, let's bring her back to the bus, make sure she's good, and then you can talk to her, okay?”

Jey nodded a mix of concern and remorse on his face as he got into the drivers seat, Jey's grip on the steering wheel tight and Sami sitting quietly beside him, occasionally shooting concerned glances at you in the backseat, where you were shrunken back into your seat, scrolling on your phone to avoid the tense vibes in the car.

The silence was thick, only broken by the occasional sigh from Jey and the sound of Sami shifting in his seat. You glanced up from your phone just in time to see you pull up to the tour bus.

As soon as the car stopped, you hurriedly exited, hoping to avoid the tension inside. You were met with the chilly night air once again, and you wrapped the jacket tighter around yourself, then felt anther arm wrap around you and looked up to see Sami by your side. He gave you a gentle squeeze, silently comforting you as you stood there, feeling the cold night air prickling against your skin. "You'll be okay," he murmured softly.

As you turned to head towards the tour bus, you noticed Jey lingering behind. His expression seemed torn between frustration and worry, his hand running through his hair as if he was battling an internal struggle. His eyes met yours briefly before he turned away, heading towards the bus after you and Sami, making your heart drop in guilt.

You sat down on the couch, pulling the jacket closer around you, trying to shake off the chill that had seeped deep into your bones, the heat emanating from the tour bus a welcome relief. You glanced up as Sami settled down next to you, offering a warm smile in an attempt to ease your n nerves as Jey stomped to the kitchen, his movements tense and agitated. He was trying to mask his concern with a facade of indifference, but it was evident in the way he kept glancing in your direction.

"I'm sorry," you murmured, breaking the silence, your voice barely audible. Sami's face softened at the sadness in your face. "I didnt mean to make you guys scared, or worry you both, or try to prove that I am independent. I just wanted to have fun for once."

Sami gently placed a hand on your shoulder, offering a reassuring squeeze. 

"It's okay, kiddo. We understand that. But you have to realize, sneaking out alone wasn't the safest way to have fun," Sami replied, his voice calm and understanding. "Jey and I were worried sick when you called. You are like our little sister, and we care about you, and we want you to be safe."

You nodded, feeling guilt weighing heavily in your chest. "I know, and I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to cause so much trouble."

Sami paused for a moment, his gaze sympathetic and filled with concern. "I know. And I know the pressure can be overwhelming, trust me, I can barely handle it and I am twice your age. But are you not having fun? Are you not happy with Raw and Smackdown? I don't want you to crack under the pressure this young just because you feel like you have to prove something to yourself or others."

You sighed softly, feeling a mix of relief and guilt wash over you. "I am, Sami. I really am happy when I'm with you guys. I'm happy with everyone. I am happy with me life. It's just... sometimes I feel like I'm missing out on being a regular teenager. Everyone else my age is out having fun, and I'm constantly on the road, living this extraordinary life but missing out on ordinary things."

Sami's expression turned into an understanding and his eyes had a pensive glint in his eyes as he pulled you into a tight hug. "I get it, kiddo. I do. I know how tough it is, but I also know that you're strong enough to handle it. You accomplished so much that others can only dream of doing, and youre being a badass while dong it."

You giggled softly at Sami's attempt to lighten the mood, and he smiled back, happy to have finally made you turn back to your normal self. "But you shouldn't be worrying about what you are missing, you should be proud of what you've achieved. You're not missing out on life; you're living it differently, and that's okay."

You smiled into his neck, his words and warm embrace being exactly what you needed. Sami was always so sweet to you. "I needed to hear that. Thank you, Sami.”

Sami pulled back slightly, giving you a warm smile. "Anytime, kiddo. Besides, who else would I be able to spill drama and gossip about with you're not here? Sami chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood further.

You giggled again, nudging Sami playfully. "You have Jey to gossip with."

Sami laughed heartily, the sound echoing through the bus. "Ah, he's got his moments too, but you know, you're the one who keeps things interesting around here."

The two of you turned towards the kitchen when you heard a clang, seeing Jey, rummaging through the fridge with unnecessary force, his back tensed.

Sami turned back to you, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Look, we'll talk more, but I think Jey needs a moment. He's just worried about you, and it's his way of showing it. He needs you more than I do right now."

You nodded your head understandingly at Sami's words; Jey might've had a hard exterior, but underneath all that he needed you right now, needed to make sure you were safe.

"I'll go talk to him," you said softly, standing up from the couch. Sami gave you an encouraging nod as you walked over to Jey, who had his back turned to you, who was aggressively fixing things in the kitchen. You approached him cautiously, knowing he was on edge.

"Jey?" You spoke softly, hoping to get his attention without startling him. You saw his back stiffen, but he didnt turn around. You took a deep breath and continued, knowing he was listening to you. "I'm really sorry about what happened tonight. I didnt mean to worry you or cause any trouble. I just wanted to..." You trailed off, unsure how to express your feelings without making things worse.

Jey finally turned to face you, his eyes red and tired, but full of concern. He didnt say anything at first, just observed you with a mix of emotions flickering his face. His expression softened slightly as he took in your nervous stance, and he let out a heavy sigh. 

"Look sweetheart," Jey began, his voice surprisingly gentle despite the frustration lingering underneath. "I ain't mad at you because I wanna ruin your night or make you feel bad. I'm mad because I care about you. We care about you.

He gestured toward where Sami was sitting, still looking in your direction. "You mean a lot to us, and seeing you like that.." He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "You're not supposed to be sorry, you know? You're supposed to be safe and sound, not running around in the middle of the night and scaring the hell out of us. And you like my sister, so of course I'ma feel some typa way about it." 

You felt your throat close up at the genuine concern in Jey's voice. You moved closer to him, reaching out tentatively to touch his arm. "I... I understand, Jey. I didn't mean to cause so much worry. I just... I wanted to let loose for a night, to feel like a regular teenager, " you admitted, your voice wavering slightly with emotion. “I won't do something stupid like that again, I promise." You looked up at him, sincerity shining in your eyes.

Jey's expression softened at your words, and he sighed, pulling you into a hug. "You better not, or I'ma beat your ass," he said, his tone serious but laced with affection. You giggled into his neck when he lifted you up slightly in a bear hug, your laughter easing the tension between you both. "Okay, okay, I promise! No more sneaking out without telling anyone," you assured him, hugging him back tightly.

"And no more partying alone somewhere you have no idea about."

"Okay!"

"And no more hanging out with friends that ditch you."

"Okay!!"

"And no more stealing my snacks from my locker room when I go out for a match."

"Aye, now you doing too much!"

You both chuckled at your comment, and you pulled away from the hug to look up at Jey.

"I love your protective ass, you know that?"

Jey smirked slightly, a playful glint in his eyes. "Of course you do. Who else is gonna keep you in check, huh?" You nudged him playfully, smiling up at him. "You and Sami are the best. I don't know what I'd do without you guys."

Jey's smirk softened into a genuine smile, and he squeezed your arm affectionally. "We got your back, always. Just promise me you'll have ours."

You smiled back at him, your eyes softening with gratitude at having the greatest support system ever. "I promise, Jey. I'll always have your back, just like you have mine."

Jey nodded, a sense of relief washing over him, his demeanor shifting back to his usual protective yet playful self. "Good. Now go back and sit with Sami, your hot chocolate will be out in a minute."

You raised your eyebrows at his words, a grin creeping up on your face. "Hot chocolate? You're spoiling me now, Jey," you teased, feeling a sense of warmth spread through you despite the chilly air outside.

Jey chuckled, pushing you playfully out of the kitchen. "Yeah, yeah, just go before I change my mind."

You grinned and hurried back to the couch where Sami was waiting, a smile on his face as he watched your interaction with Jey. "I take it everything's okay?" Sami asked softly as you sat back down next to him.

"Yeah, everything's good," you replied, leaning against Sami's shoulder. "Jey's just being Jey, you know?"

Sami nodded, wrapping an arm around your shoulders comfortingly. "Yeah, I can tell." He paused for a moment before continuing, his voice filled with warmth. "Jey may not always show it in the best way, but he's fiercely protective because he cares deeply. We both do. You're like family to us."

You smiled gratefully, feeling a surge of emotion at Sami's words. "I'm lucky to have you guys. Don't tell anyone, but when I got called up to the main roster… I was scared. I didnt know anyone, and everyone was so much older and experienced, so I thought to just shut myself off and focus on wrestling. But you guys… you made me feel welcome, like I belonged."

Sami's smile widened at your confession. "Aw, kiddo." He pulled you into his arms again, holding you close. "You fit in right from the start. I saw potential in you from before Cody introduced us, and I knew you'd be something special. You've proved that and more. And don't tell Jey I told you this…"

Sami leaned in to your ear conspiratorially. "But he told me when we first met you that he thought you were the most talented person he had seen in a while, and that it was crazy NXT didn't capitalize on you when they had the chance." Sami pulled back to see the surprised expression on your face, chuckling softly at it.

"He really said that?" You asked, surprised and touched.

Sami nodded, his smile warm and reassuring. "Yeah, he did. But don't spill the beans, he has a reputation to maintain." You laughed as you leaned back onto the couch, smiling up at Sami gratefully. "Thank you for telling me that. And don't worry, your secret's safe with me."

Just then, Jey came into the room, carrying three mugs of steaming hot chocolate. He handed each of you a mug and settled into the seat across from you, a small smile on his face. "Here you go, kid. Don't burn your tongue," he said in a teasing tone.

You rolled your eyes at his teasing, taking a cautious sip of the hot chocolate, reveling in its warmth. "Thanks, Jey. This is perfect," you said, shooting him a grateful smile.

Jey leaned back in his seat, taking a sip of his drink and shooting a knowing look between you and Sami. "So, what'chall taking 'bout?" he asked casually.

You and Sami exchanged glances before chuckling nervously. The two of you were the worst liars on earth. "Oh, nothing, just catching up on some stuff," Sami replied smoothly, trying to cover up the conversation.

Jey raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "Ya'll were talking bout me, weren't you?"

You were a little worried Jey had caught on, but Sami was quick on his feet. "Of course not, man. Why would we talk about you when we have more important things to discuss?" Sami flashed a mischievous grin.

Jey squinted at Sami, clearly not convinced. "I know when you're lying, Sami. spill it."

You chuckled nervously, deciding to take the plunge. "We were just talking about this hot guy from school hitting on me at the show one time." you said, trying to divert the conversation with a playful grin.

Jey raised an eyebrow, looking between you and Sami skeptically. "Hot guy, huh? Should I be worried?" he teased, taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

Sami laughed, playing along. "Oh yeah, definitely. He was so into her, it was unreal. I had to swoop in and save her from his charming ways," Sami joked, nudging you lightly.

You giggled, grateful for Sami's quick thinking. "Yeah, Sami's my hero," you said with a wink, trying to keep a straight face.

Jey chuckled, shaking his head at your antics. "Yeah, in your dreams, cause ain't no way mans took a look at Sami and got intimidated." Jey smirked, taking another sip of his drink. You laughed at the offended look Sami wore, his hand over his heart in mock hurt.

And as you sipped your warm hot choclate, your heart felt even warmer. You might not have been a regular teenager, but if being a regular teenager meant you couldn't have these friends looking out for you and having your back, then you didn't mind missing out on regular teenage normalcy at all.

BONUS

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[punksdoll]

hii! i requested the long sami and kevin imagine and you made it everything i wanted it to be and more!! thank u!!

can i request a sami zayn x reader x kevin owens x jey uso fanfic (platonic) where you accidentally get injured from a bad bump in a match but have a title shot next week so if u know you tell anyone they’ll scrap the match. So u try to hide ur injury and almost make it to the next week but jeys the one who finds out (also cause ur a bad liar lol). and they make u go to the medic and kev calls you an idiot for not taking care of yourself but they comfort you and force you to go home and rest. and jey tells you to never do that again.

~~~𝑷𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒋𝒂~~~

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒊’𝒎 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒐𝒇𝒄<𝟑 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅<𝟑𝟑𝟑

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑, 𝒌𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 (𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒚 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇.), 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓’𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒔, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓, 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇

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Y/n lets out a shout as she is slammed down, horribly, over the barricade. She feels her back bending in a way that she most definitely knows it’s not supposed to bend. Y/n plops down onto the floor and takes in shaky breaths as she tries to push through the match. She can feel the pain stabbing her back as she slides into the ring and starts fighting, weakly.

“This is MY title shot!” Liv shouts in her face as she gets y/n prepared for her finisher.

Y/n groans and catches Liv and gives her a power bomb, hurting her back even more as she throws her arm over Liv. Catching the win.

•••

Y/n makes her way backstage, limping as she holds her back. She had just gotten herself a title shot yet her back was hurting her like a bitch. She had two options.

Get to the medical room and find out you fucked up your back which makes you not be able to compete for the title against Rhea. Or, shut the fuck up and suck it up until next week.

“The latter…” Y/n huffs as she leans against a wall and slowly lets herself slide down, her body tensed as hell.

“There you are,” Sami walks over with Kevin and Jey behind him. Y/n notices them and quickly gets up, biting down on her lip hard to hold in the groan as she tries to get herself to untense.

“Hi.” Y/n says through gritted teeth as she sends them a teeth smile as she stands herself up straight.

Kevin looks at her weirdly, “you ok?”

“I’m great.” Y/n lies through her teeth as she keeps herself straight.

“Why you standing like that…?” Jey looks at her warily.

“Trying to get my back straight…you know?” Y/n replies with a nod.

“Is your back ok?” Sami asks worriedly, “did you do something to it during your match?”

“Nah, I just seen someone hunch and it just made me stand up straighter.” Y/n lies again as she looks at all three of them.

“Uh huh…” Jey looks her up and down. “When’s your title shot?”

“Next week…” Y/n nods, “against Rhea.”

“you want us to accompany you to the ring?” Sami asks, “we know the JD will be there, so just in case.”

“Speaking of accompany,” Kevin point at y/n, “you should show up when Rhea interferes, it’ll rise up your new found rivalry.”

Y/n immediately shakes her head, “i’m pretty tired, i think i’m just gonna go back to my hotel room and take a nap.” y/n shrugs.

She was lying but she was also telling the truth. She isn’t tired. But she does want to go back to her hotel room and rest herself because of how tense her back is.

“You sure?” Jey questions, narrowing his eyes.

“So very positive, see ya!” Y/n rushes away as best as she could as she sucks up the pain.

They watch as she limps away, having a hand on her back.

•••

Jey is watching y/n with narrowed eyes as she walks tensely and slowly around the gym. He had forced her to join them to work out together since she’s been going against their “tradition” and making up excuses like…

“I’m too tired…”

“My body hurts…”

“I have a headache…”

“My stomach hurts…”

etcetera etcetera etcetera

This time, Jey was done with the excuses and forced her in here. Now he was concerned as she barely pushed herself to the limit. Usually she does.

“Yo y/n you good?” Jey calls over as he pushes his legs up on the gym equipment. “You look tense as hell.”

Y/n glances over at him and nods, “i’m fine…” her voice cracks and she immediately clears her voice, “i’m fine.”

Sami and Kevin look at Jey who narrows his eyes as he gets off the equipment and walks over to her, “you’re lying.” Jey says, “you’ve been lying for awhile about that.”

“What are you talking about?” Sami looks at Jey who gives them a look.

“She always say yes when she is asked to accompany one of us. She said no and she never says no. She can a stupid excuse too about why she is having her back so straight…it’s been set straight for almost half of this week. Not to mention how you’ve been limping and holding onto your back all the time. And the excuses? Don’t get me started.”

Y/n, Sami, and Kevin all stare at him. “How…” y/n mumbles.

“You’re a horrible liar.” Jey raises an eyebrow.

Kevin and Sami stare at her, “relax yourself.” Kevin demands as he walks over to her.

“I can’t…” y/n frowns.

“So something is wrong? You lied to me when i asked if you did something to it on Monday.” Sami frowns.

“Where are you injured?” Kevin asks.

“My back…” y/n sighs as she sees there is no more use in lying as Jey just called her out on everything she’s been doing this past week. “I was thrown on the barricade horribly. My back bent.”

Sami’s eyes widened, “you need to get that check out immediately y/n.”

“you are such a…” Kevin starts pushing her towards the exit as Jey and Sami both grab all their stuffs, “Pen…te…ha.” Kevin says slowly, “an idiot.”

“You are so white.” Y/n grunts as she feels his hand pushing on her back, “that hurtss…” she whines.

“it wouldn’t be hurting if you took care of yourself y/n.” Kevin scolds as he forces her to walk to medical.

“why didn’t you tell us?” Sami asks.

“Because I knew i would be taken off the match for the title…I really wanted to partake in that.” Y/n frowns as they walk into medical, forcing her to sit down on the bed as the nurse starts checking her over.

“When’d you hurt it?” The nurse asks her.

“Monday…” Y/n mumbles as she looks down and swings her legs around.

The nurse gets up and lifts her shirt up to show her back, “i’m going to press on it, tell me where it hurts.”

The nurse barely even touched her before y/n is immediately tensing even more and trying to subtly move away, “it hurts it hurts.”

The nurse nods and takes that note down, “you won’t be in the match. i’ll be sure to let them know and get you an ambulance over because that seems very serious.” The nurse says before walking out.

Y/n feels all three glares at her, making her shrink. Sami and Jey walk over to her and forces her to lay down, laying her down slowly. “you’re really stupid.” Kevin shakes his head, “I cannot believe you didn’t tell us sooner.”

“When that ambulance comes and your clear, your going home and your going to rest.” Sami scolds, “and we do not want to hear you complain. you can get your title match when you are fully healed and fully rested.”

“but the mat-“

“If i hear one more word about the match, you’re never coming back.” Kevin threatens making y/n frown.

“Just don’t do it again and this won’t happen, again.” Jey shrugs.

Y/n narrows her eyes at all of them, “I don’t like any of you right now.”

“Quite frankly, i don’t give a shit.”

#wwe imagine #wwe raw #wwe smackdown #wwe x reader #wwe one shot #wwe superstars #main event jey uso #jey uso x reader #jey uso imagine #wwe jey uso #jeysuso #sami zayn x reader #sami zayn imagine #wwe sami zayn #kevin owens x reader #kevin owens imagines #wwe kevin owens

[heart4reigns]

SICK DAYS, roman reigns.

warnings: curse words, fainting, pure fluff, domestic-work life!! pet names <3

tags: sick day for u!!!! roman being a teddy bear wuwuwuw, kinda short (sorry)!!

summary: it’s okay to take a break

MAYBE the weather wasn’t really that friendly to you. it was winter and you weren’t prepared for it. or maybe, it was because of that cup of coffee you shared with paul while he had the flu last week. you woke up with a sore throat. you cursed yourself for not bringing water to your room and now you have to get up. as you sat up from your position, you heard your boyfriend’s snores. he was fast asleep and you wished that you were also like him. the creak from your bed woke him up. “baby.” he mumbled. “go back to sleep, i’m just getting water.” you ruffled his hair, telling him to go back to sleep. “okay.”

you turned on the lights, grabbing a glass from the counter. your head was throbbing like crazy. you didn't even realize that you dropped the glass on the floor, waking up your boyfriend. "baby? are you okay?" you heard his footsteps. "yeah, yeah. don't worry, it slipped from the counter." you replied, assuring him that you were okay. he took your hand, to check if you injured yourself or not. "you're burning up." roman placed his hand on your neck, noticing the fever. "i'm okay, baby."

"now, you stay in bed okay?" you shook your head. "baby, i told you i'm okay!" you pouted. "you have a fever and there's no way you're going in the ring today, i'll let everyone know that you're sick." he talked some senses into you, but being the hard-headed person you were, you kept on countering him. "no, no. look, i can stand up perfectly now." you immediately stood up from your position, only causing yourself to fall on your back. "see, you can't even stand properly, silly." roman chuckled. "please just let me go today, the arena is like 10 minutes from our house. i'll let you drive me there!"

after pestering your boyfriend about going to work, he drove you to the arena. "let me know if you wanna go back, okay baby? don't push yourself too hard." you nodded and kissed his forehead. "i can't believe your puppy eyes worked on me." he snickered, getting out of the car. "because you love me." "that's right."

the arena wasn't empty, several staffs were still working. you had to practice some choreography with solo (your tag-team partner) for this week's segment. thankfully, you were partnered up with sami and kevin, the chemistry between the 4 of you was already stable, meaning you didn't have to adapt to a new environment. "damn, (y/n). you look like you've been through some shit." solo commented.

"she's sick as hell but still wants to come." roman sighed in frustration. "go easy on her today." you groaned. "no, don't go easy on me. i'll be okay." you took off your hoodie and hung it inside your locker. “nah, but for real, (y/n). you can watch on the side, i don’t want you to faint or something.” solo continued. “my dude, i’m perfectly fine. i can spear you right here, right now to prove that i’m alright.”

truth be told, you were far from alright. the headache grew stronger and your fever went higher as time went by. even kevin hesitated a bit when he wanted to hit the stunner on you. “are you sure about this?” his arms were on the back of your neck, flaring up by the touch of your heated-skin. “i’m sure.” you smiled at him. “okay, here goes nothing.” you sold the move like usual, but you didn’t get up from your position.

“(y/n)?” solo squatted down, checking up on you. “i’m fine, can you help me get up? i can’t feel my legs.” “come on.” he took your hand and lifted you up. “hey guys, can i take a 10 minute break?” you asked your friends. “i got you, (y/n)!” jimmy slid inside the ring, helping you. “guys, it’s not like i am injured or anything, i just have a fever.” you chuckled, everyone had a concerned look plastered on their faces. “maybe we should all take a break from choreo, let’s run some lines while we wait for (y/n) to rest. wait, never mind, (y/n) take your time okay! we’ll be here all night!” sami gave you a huge smile.

so you were back in the locker room, laying down on the couch. “call me if you need anything. if you wanna go back, call me. i’ll help you out. roman should be back in 15 minutes, he’s dealing with costumes.” you nodded. “sorry practice was a mess because of me. give me 10 minutes and i’ll be okay!” jimmy patted your head. “don’t need to be sorry, you’re our little sister, of course we’ll take care of you.” with that, he closed the door.

“where’s (y/n)?” roman scanned the ring, not seeing your presence. “she’s in the locker room, taking a break. not looking very good, uce.” jey said as he was typing on his phone. “i told her she didn’t have to go today. god, she is so stubborn sometimes.” roman replied, taking off his new gloves. “it’s been half an hour and she’s not back, i think she’s sleeping.” solo added. “i’m gonna check on her, be right back.” roman practically power-walked to the locker room, concerned about your well-being.

and there you were, dozing off on the couch. roman put his hand on your forehead and your fever was worse than before. he gently shook your body, trying to wake you up as he was going to take you back home. “baby?” roman whispered. “(y/n)?” he repeated, not getting an answer. you were out cold.

“what?” you opened your eyes and you were not in the locker room. it took you a couple of seconds to realize that you were back home. “baby, you’re awake.” you saw him carrying a bottle of water and a bowl of something you couldn’t identify. “why are we back home?” was the first question you asked. “baby, you passed out.” “holy shit, i did?”

you hated being sick. you sent multiple messages to solo, jimmy, jey, sami, and kevin (even paul) apologizing because you missed out on rehearsals. they sent the same ‘get well soon’ messages and it warmed your heart. your boyfriend, on the other hand, was panicking over your health. every 5 minutes he would ask if you needed anything to drink or if you wanted anything from downstairs. “baby please stop worrying about me, i’ll be fine in like a day!” you said, trying your best to convince him that you were going to be alright.

“no! of course i’m worried, you’re sick.” he stood up once again, checking your temperature. “it’s still the same, wait, let me get you some cool pads downstairs.” he walked downstairs, carrying the entire medicine compartment. you heard his footsteps but you couldn’t even sit up straight. this fever was taking every single energy you had inside your body. it was quite comical, for a wrestler with your achievements to lose in a fight with this fever. you smiled as your boyfriend entered the room once again.

as he pressed the cooling pad on your forehead, you couldn’t help but to notice that he had a very concerned look on his face. “why are you smiling?” he furrowed his eyebrows. “i don’t know.” after giving you your medicine, he laid right next to you, feeling the warmth coming from your fever. the room was quiet, leaving the two of you in a comfortable silence.

“i think this is all paul’s fault.” you blurted out, gaining his attention. “why is that?” he furrowed his brows. “old people.” you chuckled at your own joke, causing you to cough your lungs out. “okay, that’s karma, don’t blame the man though, he loves you like you’re his own daughter.” he added. “i think it was the coffee from last week, you know, the ‘(y/n) this coffee is so good, you have to try it’ that coffee.” roman let out a laugh at your paul impression as he caressed your hair, taking the time to study your features.

you were rarely sick. the last time you were sick was months ago when you ate a bad hotdog from the street fair somewhere in chicago. you ended up in the emergency room with jey and the two of you couldn’t stop laughing the pain away. “i swear if my fever doesn’t die down by friday, i’m gonna lose my shit.” you admitted. roman only nodded in response, still trying his best to not panic at the touch of your skin.

“i’m scared.” you confessed, gaining his attention “of what, baby?” “what if i fuck up next friday?” you were worried. “baby, it’s going to be okay. now all you need is some rest, you’ve been working your ass off for months. it’s not a big fight, you just need to deliver your promos, let kev hit the stunner, and solo will do the rest, just like the script. you’re not gonna fight until next week, i’m sure you’ll be healthy and ready to spear some people.” he always knew how to cheer you up. “you’re right, sorry. the fever is talking.”

and the silence came in again. it was just the two of you, not doing anything. although your head was still pounding, you couldn’t help but to appreciate the moment. your boyfriend knew that you were a hard-headed person when it comes to work-related things, but this time he was thankful you complied with him. roman was still brushing your hair with his fingers, admiring your features like there was no tomorrow. it broke his heart seeing you being in pain because of a stupid fever. maybe he was being overly dramatic, but he just wanted to take care of you. “this is a very weird request,” you paused for a second. “but can you hug me? your skin feels so cold.”

roman grinned as he gently pulled you closer in his arms. “okay, you’re actually not as hot as before.” he sighed in relief. “are you calling me ugly?” he didn’t really understand why you still had the energy to joke around, but at least you were responding better than before. “oh, shut up. just close your eyes and get some rest.” roman replied. “thank you for taking care of me, i’m sorry i don’t think we can go to that date tomorrow night.” you apologized. “don’t apologize, baby. i love you too and i will always take care of you, okay?”

“you know, this is nice.” you admitted. “what is nice?” he turned around, moving closer to you. “just the two of us, here. i like this silence, we should stay home for our day off next time.” once again, he nodded in agreement. “but let’s make sure you’re not practically bed-ridden, that would be great. and now that you’ve mentioned it, i like this silence.” as soon as roman finished his sentence, you heard a knock coming from downstairs.

“YO, OPEN UP THE DOOR! WE BROUGHT SOUP AND TYLENOLS FOR (Y/N)!” it was none other than his damn cousins. you smiled at him, while roman was groaning in the despair. “god, i’m going to beat their asses for disturbing our peace.” he rolled his eyes, getting up from the bed. truthfully, maybe because of this fever, you got a chance to take a break from your fast-paced work. you took a mental note to thank paul for giving you the flu. “god bless paul heyman.”

a/n: quick sweet domestic life for you (i’m sick as well but why don’t i have any roman reigns taking care of me!!!! i want him)!! anyways like usual, requests are always open!! hope y’all enjoyed this short fic!

#roman reigns #the usos #wwe #wwe imagines #paul heyman #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns x reader #jey uso #wrestling #jimmy uso #bloodline imagines #the bloodline #sami zayn #kevin owens #solo sikoa

[itjazzbicch]

Heaven

Kinktober Day: 1/31

Pairing: Sami Zayn x Fem reader

Kink: Coaching (Basically guiding/teaching)

Summary: As the younger sister of The Usos, the elders send her to be with her brothers and cousin Roman as a part of the Bloodline, accomplishing a new greatness and also finding a specific liking to Sami Zayn…

Theme: I decided to add songs as themes/the motivation behind the fics for Kinktober and so here it is

Warnings: SMUT (18 + ONLY)

Word Count: 2.3k

Taglist: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @damnnhausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @legit9thlunaticwarrior @seeingstarks @rubyred1980

I DO OWN THIS GIF:

“That’s what I’m talking about girl!”

Sami always gave the most support and had me smiling, hitting our handshake after winning my match.

I was on top of the world. The elders sent me to join my older brothers Jimmy and Jey, Roman, and now Sami, as a part of the Bloodline.

My second appearance, Bianca Belair had an open challenge for the Raw women’s championship and guess who won?

Me!

Raw women’s champion and much like Roman, I had my priorities set on both titles. I went to Smackdown and made my presence known, have wrestled on each show weekly. Leaving NXT to join my brothers and cousins was the best decision.

“You know no one can beat me!” I laughed, hugging Sami before we both made our exit.

Once we were backstage, I was ready to call it a night, walking along side Sami as we made our way to the locker room:

“Wanna change, pack up and head out? We’re done for the night so, what do you say?”

“Read my mind,” He smiled, getting the door for me and of course, there was Jey, glaring at Sami but saying to me:

“Good job out there, sis.”

“Thanks, bro,” I looked between the two of them and Jey was about staring a hole through Sami, so I commanded, “No bickering from the two of you. I want to enjoy the rest of the night.”

“No one’s bickering, I promise,” Sami said quickly, trying to slide in with me, but Jey put his arm out to block him after I entered:

“I got something to say.”

“Of course you do,” I groaned, pretending to the ignore them while grabbing my bag and heading to the showers, but I could still hear Jey:

“I don’t like how you’re always on her.”

“Jey, now you’re just being absurd!” Sami protested, “I was out there to watch her back and we celebrated. Nothing more, I swear.”

Gosh, this hatred Jey had for Sami was getting on my last nerve, but thankfully he left it all there with a growl:

“Good. And it better stay that way.”

After getting showered and changed, I was gathering the rest of my things, grabbing my car keys and I noticed that Jimmy and Jey were gone, so I offered to Sami:

“Ready to head out?”

“Just you and me?” Sami looked surprised, intending when I nodded:

“Jimmy and-; well more so Jey, is getting on my last nerve. And I know you don’t want to be left alone with him.”

“Got that right,” He mumbled with a huff, standing and gathering up as well, “Let’s get out of here.”

That put the brightest smile on my face, skipping out to the car, and I adored how Sami could make any moment fun, singing in the car and laughing since we had a bit of a drive and when we got to the hotel and into the elevator, Sami went to leave, till I took his hand:

“Where you going?”

“To my room?” He let me hold his hand, meeting my gaze with curiosity.

I made sure to give puppy dog eyes and asking softly:

“It’s not too late. Wanna hang out some?”

“Guess it won’t hurt,” He couldn’t say not to me, keeping his hand in mine while heading to my hotel room, but he still had things on his mind, “Y/N, I have to ask you a serious question.”

“Ask away,” I kept my eyes on him while putting up my suitcase, a bit nervous but understanding of why he asked:

“Don’t you think us being together alone is a bad idea? You know Jimmy and Jey are. Especially Jey and the last thing I want to do is make Roman angry.”

That made me giggle a little, assuring him, “I’ll admit, they are overprotective of me sometimes, but they don’t dictate me or tell me what to do with my personal life.”

“Why me?” Staring into my eyes deeply, I could see his conflicted emotions and he needed an answer, “I just don’t want-“

“Because Sami, they expect so much of me. They are my family, but when I’m with him, it feels like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders.”

Silence fell between us while I got that truth of my chest, telling him more:

“Like when they’re out there with me during a match? I feel like if I mess up even a little, I’ll get punished and never hear the end of it, but with you? You motivate me to do better, make it a good time, and I don’t have to worry. That’s why, Sami.”

I made sure to smile at him to show that I truly meant that he made me feel that way, a smile forming on his face too.

“I’m glad that I’m that person for you,” Standing up, he came over to give me a hug that I gladly accepted, swaying back and forth softly.

“I never have fun like how I do with you. It’s why I like having you around,” Squeezing him softly and looking up, his growing smile was the cutest, squeezing me back:

“You’ll always have a fun time with me.”

“Oh, I know,” I smiled more, meanwhile my heart was pounding, something deep inside making my hand cradle the side of his face, whispering softly while bringing his head down to mine, “Lets keeping having fun then, hm?”

He sucked in a deep breath when I made a move and kissed him softly, exhaling and relaxing, kissing me back softly, pausing for a moment to assure:

“Y/N, are you sure this-“

“Sami, don’t worry,” Stroking his beard, nuzzling my nose and connecting gazes, I said softly, “What they don’t know, won’t kill them. And you work just as hard as all of us, if not harder. You deserve to relax and have a good time for yourself.”

“I appreciate that,” He whispered softly, still a bit nervous, but I took that away when I offered:

“If you want, you can be the chief tonight.”

“Me? The chief?” He giggled, having me giggle back:

“You, Chief. I’ll surely acknowledge you.”

That kept him laughing, his arms still around me and tightening when I kissed him again, whispering against his lips:

“You’ve never been to heaven, have you?”

Those words had him melting against my lips, able to sense the nervousness vanishing when he whispered back:

“I don’t think I have.”

“Well, tonight’s your lucky night,” Shifting so that his back was facing the bed, I made him sit softly, crawling back with him, “I’m the Angel who’ll escort you. You just lay back and enjoy yourself.”

Sliding my hands under his shirt and up, I had him take it off, kissing down to his chest, saying between kisses:

“The guys have put you through so much, but me? I’ll be your little slice of heaven where you’re the chief, baby.”

Just those words made his body shudder a little, locking eyes once my lips were right above the strap of his joggers, palming his hard-on softly before pulling them down, immediately taking the tip of his cock into my mouth, leaning to the side and sucking hard while he kicked his pants off.

Readjusting, I bobbed my head down softly, taking more length each time, smiling at his slight groan while deep throating his cock, noticing his hand raising then clenching it into a fist.

Picking my head up, I stroked his cock and looked up to him:

“If you want to push my head down, just do it. You’re the chief remember? You do whatever you want. Pull my hair even if you want to.”

“Whatever I want, huh?” Taking a deep breath and watching, I nodded to him, cooing softly while taking his cocky again:

“Whatever you want, baby.”

Quickly, his hand found the back of my head, pushing me down further with each bob of my head, fingertips running across my scalp and holding my head in place by my hair.

Feeling a slight shift of his hips, I made sure to lock eyes again when I tapped his side, holding his hip and motioning it upward.

“Remember, do-“ He already knew what I was going to say and instead of waiting for me to tell him, he pushed my head back down slightly, thrusting his hips upward, fucking my throat softly.

I felt proud, smiling with my eyes closed, feeling some tears forms from the air in my lungs disappearing, but didn’t mind in the slightest.

“You need a moment?” Picking my head up, I did need a breath, still smiling as I exhaled:

“I’m fine. I do have something better in mind, though.”

“And what might that be?” Licking his lower lip, I stood up and gave him something to watch while stripping out of my clothes softly, “Want it a certain way?”

Crawling back on top of him and straddling him, he was taking the time to admire me and so, I took his hands, placing them on my breasts, squeezing along with his hands:

“Feel all over. Nice and soft.”

Listening, his hands were soft against my skin, working down my hips, sliding around to my ass and taking two handfuls, he got his idea in mind:

“Think you can do it in reverse?”

“Think?” I giggled, flipping around and positing myself, leaning down to perk up my ass, rubbing against his cock so he could feel how soaked I was, winking back at him, “I know I can.”

“You’re always so confident,” Squeezing my ass again, there was a slight shake in his hands, instructing to him:

“Don’t be afraid to be a little crazy, Sami. This doesn’t have to be all vanilla if you don’t want it to be.”

His eyes were locked on the sight of me taking him softly, closing my eyes and moaning while sitting back slowly, adjusting to his girth and length, rocking back till I sat on all of it.

“Pull me back, spank me, throw your hips up. Turn all of your thoughts into reality,” Holding onto his thighs, I rolled my hips softly, waiting for him to submerge into his thoughts like he did the first time.

“You know you said you’re an Angel, but seems to me that you’re a bad girl, just full of dirty thoughts ,” He noted, giving me a spank that made a salacious moan jump out of me, both hands on my hips and rocking me back onto his cock faster.

“Maybe,” I giggled out softly, letting my head fall back with moans, leaning back some while his hands slid up my stomach and started kneading at my breasts, “But it’s just so good, Sami.”

“Like you said,” Letting out a huff, he took a grip on me, keeping me still to let his hips thrust upward, sending me into bounces, hearing the lust in his voice, “This is heaven.”

“Amen!” I whined, feeling myself drop and his tip smacking my sweet spot, rocking myself faster along with it to make the coil forming in my core tighten.

Suddenly, I felt him pushing my back down, palming the arch forming in my back, his other hand spanking me and commanding:

“Throw it back just like you were before.”

“Yes, chief!” I had to see the look on his face after saying, looking to see him biting his lip hard, hand gripping my ass even harder, my moans loud and sweet every time I threw my hips back, growing faster and faster as I began to pant, feeling my orgasm getting closer and closer.

“Ooo, I sure felt that,” Mumbling under his breath, we both felt my walls beginning to spasm, having him wanting more, “Come here. I’ll get you back to it quick. I promise.”

It was hard to get up with the shake in my legs, but he found the way to make it easier for me, laying me back next to him, positioning himself on his side, picking up my leg and twisting my hip a little so he could slide back it.

My walls must’ve been clenching hard as he felt like so much more to take, keeping his promise with his hips going rapid, two fingers circling my clit and leaning down for his mouth to close around my nipple and sucking hard.

“Sure kept your promise,” I gasped hard, holding his arm tightly while my body began to tremble, breaking out in goosebumps, moans growing sharp and letting him know, “I’m about to cum! Make me cum, Sami.”

“I told you. I just wanted to see all of those sweet faces you make,” Tilting my head up to face his, he surely got his fix of if, kissing me and pushing me off the edge, “Cum, my angel.”

“I am-“ Another moan cut me off, having to pull my head away for a second and trying to register the intensity of that orgasm, huffing for air while he fed me softer thrusts, feeling him slow down and the throbbing of his cock growing stronger.

“If you want to fill me up, go right ahead,” I could tell he was close, looking back with lustful eyes that were hard to keep open, “Nice and deep.”

“Nice and deep,” He repeated, pushing up and pulling my hips down to keep us pinned, tight in his arms and shaking at the heat that flooded me, my heart about beating out of my chest and panting for air.

“My little angel didn’t go back just yet, did she?” He played, keeping me in an embrace as my body was limp, but it made me laughing, smiling against my kiss to him:

“Not just yet. Never while I’m with you.”

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A Heart’s Triumph

The anticipation was palpable as I stood in the dimly lit backstage area of Madison Square Garden. The chatter of the crew, the distant cheers of the crowd, it all blended into a symphony of nerves and excitement. I adjusted my wrist tape, my heart pounding with a mixture of anxiety and determination. Tonight was Survivor Series, the night everything was on the line, and I couldn't shake the feeling that this was the biggest test of my career.

YN YLN walked into the room, a calming presence amidst the chaos. Her presence was like a balm to my frayed nerves. She leaned against the wall, a supportive smile on her lips. "Nervous, huh?"

I chuckled, trying to ease the tension that coiled within me. "Is it that obvious?"

She shrugged playfully. "Only to someone who knows you as well as I do."

I let out a sigh, my eyes meeting hers. "I don't know what I'd do without you here."

YN pushed herself off the wall and walked over to me, her hand finding mine. "You've got this, Sami. You're a fighter, and you've faced tougher challenges than this."

I nodded, her belief in me washing over me like a comforting wave. "I know, but tonight... it's different. The weight of it all, you know?"

She squeezed my hand, her gaze unwavering. "You've got a heart of gold, Sami. And that's what's going to carry you through this."

Before I could respond, the arena announcer's voice boomed through the speakers, signaling that it was almost time. YN leaned in, planting a soft kiss on my lips. "I'll be out there, cheering you on. Just remember, no matter what happens, I'm proud of you."

With her words lingering in my mind, I made my way toward the curtain, my heart pounding in rhythm with the distant chants of the crowd. The moment I stepped out, the roar hit me like a tidal wave, the adrenaline surging through my veins. But alongside that rush was the haunting whisper of doubt.

As I faced my opponent in the ring, each move, each counter became a battle not only against my adversary but also against the nagging uncertainty in my mind. The crowd's cheers were both exhilarating and overwhelming, a reminder that so many were invested in my success. And yet, in the midst of it all, YN's words echoed in my thoughts, giving me a sense of clarity.

The match was fierce, a back-and-forth struggle that seemed to stretch into eternity. My body ached, fatigue settling in, but I pushed forward, determined to prove not only to the fans but to myself that I had what it took. And then, in a pivotal moment, I found myself caught in a submission hold that threatened to break me.

Gasping for air, I could feel the crowd's anticipation, their energy pulsating around me. But it was YN's voice that cut through the haze. "You've got this, Sami! Don't give up!"

Her voice was like a lifeline, reigniting the fire within me. With a surge of energy, I fought back, the cheers of the crowd becoming a symphony of support. Move after move, strike after strike, I pushed through the pain, refusing to let doubt consume me.

And then, in a heart-pounding climax, I executed my finishing move, the impact reverberating through the ring. The three-count echoed in my ears, the crowd erupting in cheers. As the referee raised my hand in victory, I felt a mixture of relief and elation wash over me. But amidst the celebration, my eyes sought out YN, who was beaming with pride, her applause a melody that drowned out everything else.

After the match, as I caught my breath, YN made her way to the ring. The embrace we shared was a testament to the unspoken understanding between us. "I've lost the will to fight," I whispered to her, my voice laced with emotion.

She pulled back slightly, meeting my gaze with a soft smile. "And yet, you keep pushing forward. That's what makes you extraordinary."

As we walked back together, hand in hand, the noise of the crowd fading into the background, I realized that the triumph wasn't just in the victory itself. It was in the journey, in the love and support that surrounded me. With YN by my side, I knew that no challenge was insurmountable, and no doubt could extinguish the fire within me.

The adrenaline rush of victory still coursed through my veins as I exited the ring, the cheers of the crowd a distant echo in my ears. YN walked by my side, her hand intertwined with mine, a constant reminder that I wasn't alone in this journey. But amidst the chaos of the backstage area, another familiar face emerged from the crowd – my best friend and longtime ally, Kevin Owens.

Kevin's grin was infectious as he enveloped me in a bear hug. "That was something else, man! You really know how to put on a show."

I chuckled, slapping him on the back. "Thanks, Kev. Couldn't have done it without the support."

YN chimed in with a warm smile. "He was amazing out there. The crowd loved every moment."

Kevin shot me a playful glance. "Of course they did. It's Sami Freakin' Zayn we're talking about!"

Amidst the laughter, Kevin's presence was like a grounding force. He had been there from the beginning, through all the ups and downs of my career. Our friendship had weathered storms and triumphs, and having him there to share this moment made it all the more special.

As we caught up and shared stories, the camaraderie between the three of us was evident. YN fit seamlessly into our banter, her wit and charm earning her a place in our tight-knit circle. Kevin raised an eyebrow, his grin mischievous. "So, when's the celebration party?"

I exchanged a knowing glance with YN before turning back to Kevin. "How about tomorrow night? We'll make it a victory and celebration party."

Kevin nodded enthusiastically. "You got it! I'll make sure everyone knows."

As the night wore on, the energy began to shift from the adrenaline of the match to the anticipation of the celebration. Kevin had taken it upon himself to spread the word, and it seemed like the entire WWE roster was ready to join in the festivities. But amidst the excitement, a sense of contentment settled within me. The doubts that had plagued me earlier were now a distant memory, replaced by the unwavering support of those who mattered most.

The next evening, the celebration was in full swing. Laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses filled the air as superstars mingled and celebrated the successful event. Kevin and I found ourselves at the center of it all, our camaraderie shining through as we traded stories and shared laughs.

As the night continued, I stole a moment away from the crowd, finding YN on a balcony overlooking the city. She turned to me, her eyes sparkling in the dim light. "You did it, Sami. You proved all your doubts wrong."

I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her close. "I couldn't have done it without you. Your belief in me... it means everything."

YN's fingers brushed against my cheek, her touch soft and reassuring. "You're not alone in this, Sami. You have a support system that's always here for you."

Just as I leaned in to kiss her, Kevin's voice broke through the moment. "Hey, you lovebirds! Don't think you can hide up here all night!"

We both laughed, our connection unbreakable even in the most lighthearted of moments. As we rejoined the party, surrounded by friends and colleagues, I couldn't help but reflect on the journey that had led me here. The doubts, the challenges, the triumphs – they were all part of the tapestry of my career, woven together with the threads of friendship and love.

In the midst of the celebration, Kevin raised his glass high. "To Sami Zayn, the guy who never backs down and always delivers!"

The room erupted in cheers, the sentiment echoing in my heart. As I clinked glasses with Kevin and YN, I realized that the victory wasn't just about the match itself. It was about the bonds we shared, the unbreakable friendships that had carried us through it all. And as the night continued, surrounded by laughter and love, I knew that the triumph at Madison Square Garden was just the beginning of the incredible journey ahead.

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