Welcome to my Account! I am a wrestling/true crime blog that has a special love for womens wrestling, Jey Uso, Dominik Mysterio, and many others:) I take requests for WWE and NXT wrestlers. I will not take requests that are homophobic, racist, islamaphobic, anti-semetic, sexist, etc. No hate is welcome here :) My master list is below!
Series
Loyalty (ft. Jey Uso, Roman Reigns, Sami Zayn, Kevin Owens, and Jimmy Uso)
CHAPTER 1- THE BEGINNING
CHAPTER 2- THE TEST
CHAPTER 3- TIME
CHAPTER 4- JEALOUSY
CHAPTER 5- CRACKS
CHAPTER 6-LOYALTY
CHAPTER 7- PART 1- THE BATTLE BEFORE THE WAR
CHAPTER 7- PART 2- THE BATTLE BEFORE THE WAR
Jey Uso
Loyalty (ft. Jey Uso, Roman Reigns, Sami Zayn, Kevin Owens, and Jimmy Uso)
Attention (ft. Sami Zayn)
Show, Don't Tell 📸 (ft. Sami Zayn)
Protectors(w/Sami Zayn)
Monster (w/Roman Reigns)
𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐖𝐞 𝐀𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 ♡
What's it like being the female member of the Bloodline?
Keep My Hands to Myself
Beat Them or Join Them
Sami Zayn
Loyalty (ft. Jey Uso, Roman Reigns, Sami Zayn, Kevin Owens, and Jimmy Uso)
Always Take Care of You (ft. Kevin Owens)
Attention (ft. Jey Uso)
Polaroids And Kisses📸
Anger Management (ft. Kevin Owens)
Show, Don't Tell 📸 (ft. Jey Uso)
Weakness
You look so Good Under Me
Protectors(w/Jey Uso)
Hotel Room(ft. Kevin Owens)
Dominik Mysterio
Proud of You
Addicted to You
Three's a Crowd (w/Carmelo Hayes)
Dominik Mysterio Headcanons
The Bloodline!Reader x Dominik Mysterio x Rhea Ripley Part 1
The Bloodline!Reader x Dominik Mysterio x Rhea Ripley Part 2
Instagram AU! Dominik Mysterio x Fem!Black!Reader
Snuggles
Rhea Ripley
The Bloodline!Reader x Dominik Mysterio x Rhea Ripley Part 1
The Bloodline!Reader x Dominik Mysterio x Rhea Ripley Part 2
Finn Balor
In Sickness and In Health
Roman Reigns
Loyalty (ft. Jey Uso, Roman Reigns, Sami Zayn, Kevin Owens, and Jimmy Uso)
Monster (w/Jey Uso)
Carmelo Hayes
Relationship Headcanons
Kiss and Make up
Three's a Crowd (w/ Dominik Mysterio)
Besties with Carmelo
Instagram AU! Carmelo Hayes x Fem!Black!Reader
Tiffany Stratton
A Few More Minutes
What's it Like Dating the Center of the Universe?
Wake Up Call 🩷
Kevin Owens
Loyalty (ft. Jey Uso, Roman Reigns, Sami Zayn, Kevin Owens, and Jimmy Uso)
Always Take Care of You (ft. Sami Zayn)
Hotel Room (ft. Sami Zayn)
Anger Management (ft. Sami Zayn)
Jimmy Uso
Loyalty (ft. Jey Uso, Roman Reigns, Sami Zayn, Kevin Owens, and Jimmy Uso)
After being pushed to the brink over and over again, Davina finally stabbed her childhood best friend Roman in the back and left the Bloodline, seeing what everyone saw in him all along. In her eyes he stabbed her in the back first with the way he treated her.
Now after months of push and pull, petty arguments in the ring, Roman costing her title matches to get her back with him until he lost to Cody and went on vacation, Davina's attuned for her sins.
She has a fresh new start on Raw thanks to Cody Rhodes, and is the new WWE Womens Champion. She is perfectly content with being on Raw with Jey and Sami, and has been getting closer to Jey.
When Solo thinks he is the new Tribal Chief, and has a new Bloodline with him and putting a target on their backs, Davina is content with ignoring the problem. Why would she get inovled? Roman doesn't want anything to do with her, and she’s (pretending that) fine with that. The Bloodline is a chapter she’s closed. Why would she risk reopening old wounds for a family that cast her aside? It's Romans problem now.
But when Solo's Bloodline costs Jey his IC Title, and Solo adds Nia into his new bBoodline, who has her eyes set on Davina's title unless Davina joins the new Bloodline, Davina is forced to stop pretending she doesn't care. And when Jey begs her to help the family, the same family she has known for years, she's forced to face Roman for the first time in months.
Forced to open those wounds. Not just with Roman, but with Jimmy and Solo she caused when she left the faction.
Forced to spew venom at each other that masks the hurt that both Davina and Roman feel.
Forced to open back up the secrets of their "friendship."
Forced to try not to revert into her old self.
Forced to not think about her growing feelings for Jey.
But most importantly.
Davina wonders if she's just as much of a villain for creating The Bloodline, the Tribal Chief, this version of Roman in the first place.
But she's The Ice Empress for a reason.
Davina will always be the villain. Even if she's a babyface.
She just has to choose if she’ll be the villain they need or the one they fear.
Jey Uso x Fem!Black!Reader x Sami Zayn (established relationship)
Summary: You swear it’s a superpower. There’s no other explanation. It’s like Jey was blessed with the divine ability to flip a switch in your brain and Sami’s at the same time. Doesn’t matter if you’re exhausted, fresh off a flight, half-asleep, or fresh out the gym dripping sweat — if Jey wants you and Sami, he’s getting you and Sami. Period.
And the worst part? He knows it. Oh, that man knows exactly what he’s doing.
OR
You swear Jey has you and Sami under a love potion.
warnings: mentions of smut!! but no actual smut written
word count: 1,235
You swear it’s a superpower. There’s no other explanation. It’s like Jey was blessed with the divine ability to flip a switch in your brain and Sami’s at the same time. Doesn’t matter if you’re exhausted, fresh off a flight, half-asleep, or fresh out the gym dripping sweat — if Jey wants you and Sami, he’s getting you and Sami. Period.
And the worst part? He knows it. Oh, that man knows exactly what he’s doing.
He doesn’t even have to say much. Sometimes, it’s just a look — that look. The one where his eyes dip low and slow, scanning over you like he’s picking apart every inch, tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek like he’s already thinking nasty things. His gaze lingers, hot like a brand, and suddenly, you’re hyper-aware of every part of yourself. Your heart skips, your breath catches, and no matter how tired you are, it’s like your whole body goes on high alert.
And when he speaks? It’s over.
“C’mon, baby,” he’ll say, low and rough, his voice like gravel smoothed over honey. His hand grazes your back, his fingers slow and deliberate, just barely touching you. His eyes stay on yours, half-lidded but sharp as ever. “Don’t run from me now.”
Run from him? Like you could?
You try to act like it doesn’t work on you. You really do. You’ll roll your eyes, huff, and mutter something about how "we are too tired for this, Jey." But then he’ll smirk — that smirk — slow and sharp like he’s daring you to keep lying.
"Too tired, huh?" His eyes flick to your lips. "Bet I could change your mind."
And just like that, you’re gone.
It’s the way he invades your space, close but never too close, until you feel the heat of him before you even see him. He doesn’t have to touch you at first, just be there, and you’re already rethinking every excuse you had to stay tired.
You remember one time in the hotel lobby. He didn’t even do anything at first. Just sat across from you and Sami, legs spread wide, leaning back like a king on his throne. His chain was swinging on his chest, fresh off a shower, skin still warm and glowing.
And all he did was look at you both. No words. Just that steady, hungry stare that had your thighs pressing together under the table. You swore you weren’t even gonna give him the satisfaction — you were tired, your feet hurt, and Sami was already scrolling on his phone, dead to the world.
But Jey? He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and called out softly, "Baby girl..." His voice was a slow drag, like he had all the time in the world. "You tryna ignore me, huh?"
You glanced up — mistake. His eyes locked with yours, and you knew you were done for.
And, of course, Sami had to notice.
"Don’t look at him," Sami muttered, not even looking up from his phone. His brows furrowed like he was focusing hard, but his face was pink, jaw clenching. "Don’t give him that satisfaction, Y/N. We’re tired, remember? Tired."
"I know," you whispered, eyes still locked with Jey’s. "I know."
But it was too late. You felt it in your chest, that warm, heavy buzz that only Jey could spark. Your pulse kicked up, and suddenly, every inch of you felt too aware.
Jey tilted his head, watching you closely, like he could see every thought running through your mind. He leaned in, resting his chin on his fist, and his eyes flicked to Sami next.
"You tired too, Zayn?" he asked, his grin slow and slick. He licked his lips, staring at Sami like he had plans. Big, nasty plans. "Don’t look tired to me."
Sami exhaled hard, dragging a hand down his face like he was fighting for his life.
"Jey," Sami warned, his voice already cracking.
"You know you want it, lo'u alofa," Jey shot back, his eyes flashing with mischief. "Stop frontin’."
And that was all it took. Sami let out the loudest, most frustrated groan, tossing his phone on the table. "I hate you, habibi," Sami muttered, but he was already looking at you like, “We’re really doin’ this, huh?”
"Yup," Jey said, smug as ever, standing up slow and stretching, his shirt riding up just enough to show a sliver of abs and those damn v-lines. He caught you looking. Of course, he did. "Y’all know the room number. Get up."
And you did. Of course, you did.
THE WORST PART?
He does it anywhere.
Locker room?
Jey waits until it’s just the three of you, then he’ll sit you on his lap like you’re just “chilling.” Except his hand will start tracing slow circles on your hip, his lips grazing your ear as he whispers things he has no business whispering when y’all have a match in 20 minutes. And it’s never just once. Nah, Jey makes sure you feel every word until you’re warm all over, legs squeezing together. He always chuckles like he’s so proud of himself.
Parking lot?
Sami’s getting bags from the trunk, and you’re standing there minding your business. Then Jey comes up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder. His hands slide down your sides, fingers teasing, his breath warm on your neck. “Look at you, baby girl,” he mutters, voice so low it’s barely a sound. “Look too damn good today.” You freeze, breath hitching, and he doesn’t stop. Just tilts his head to kiss your neck. “Might have to keep you in this car for a bit.”
Hotel room? Don’t even get him started.
Jey’s the type to grab you by the wrist, pull you into the bathroom mirror, and stare at you both like it’s a damn movie. His hands on your waist, lips grazing your ear, his voice sharp and low.
“Look at you, baby. Look how good you look with me.”
And it’s over.
You’re leaning into him, heart racing, and by the time Sami walks in, he’s rolling his eyes, tossing his bag down like, “You two are disgusting.”
But it’s not like Sami leaves. Nope, he watches for a second too long, cheeks pink, and you know he’s about to join you both.
AND THE THING IS...
Sami and you aren’t innocent either.
You’ve both gotten better at spotting Jey’s antics, even calling him out.
“Don’t even think about it,” Sami will say, holding up a hand like a referee calling a foul. “We just got to catering, Jey. Food first.”
You’ll chime in too, pointing a warning finger at him. “Yeah, no funny business, Uso. I’m hungry.”
But Jey? Jey will look at you both, dead in the eyes, and say something so obscene that Sami drops his fork, and you have to slap your hand over your mouth to keep from choking on laughter.
“Don’t play with me, baby,” Jey says, tongue in his cheek, eyes flicking between you and Sami. “We can eat later.”
Sami’s face goes red. “This man is a menace.”
You’re covering your face, shoulders shaking from holding in your laughter. “You’re so nasty,” you say, still giggling like it’s not true.
And Jey? Jey’s just smiling, head tilted, eyes locked on you and Sami like he’s already planning his next move.
The knock on the door was sharp but casual, the kind meant to say, It’s just me, no big deal. Jey leaned against the doorframe, trying to settle the nervous energy buzzing in his chest. He glanced down the hall, checking for wandering eyes, before knocking again. “Yo, D,” he called, letting the last letter stretch with a singsong lilt.
The door creaked open, and there she was: Davina, standing in a tank top and sweats, one hand clutching her phone and the other already mid-roll of her eyes. “Jey, what do you want?”
Jey smirked, stepping inside before she could shut him out. “That’s how you greet me? Thought we were better than that.” He nodded toward the half-packed suitcase sprawled on the bed. “You leavin’ me already?”
Davina sighed, her fingers brushing a stray curl from her face. “House shows. You know the drill.”
Jey shook his head, hands in his pockets as he sauntered over to the suitcase. “Nah. You’re not takin’ that flight.”
Her brows shot up. “Excuse me?”
“Give me this.” Without waiting for her permission, he snatched the suitcase and held it like a shield, stepping back when she reached for it.
“Jey!” She stomped a foot, a little stomp that made him bite back a grin. “What is your problem? I have a match tomorrow—”
“Not anymore,” he cut her off, shrugging like it was no big deal. “Change of plans.”
Davina planted her hands on her hips, her lips pressing into a line he knew too well. “What plans?”
Jey’s heart thudded harder, but he kept his tone light. “Look, I got you. You don’t even gotta worry about paying for nothin’. Just grab your jacket, and let’s go.”
“Go where?” She crossed her arms, her voice sharp now. “Jey, you better start explaining before I—”
He sighed, the weight of what he had to say making his shoulders sag. “SmackDown,” he admitted.
Her silence hit him harder than her words ever could. Davina blinked at him, then laughed bitterly. “SmackDown?” she repeated, like he’d just suggested they fly to Mars. “Jey, no.”
“D, come on—”
“No,” she snapped, her tone as firm as he’d ever heard it. She took a step closer, trying to grab the suitcase again, but he shifted it behind his back. “Give me my stuff.”
“Not until you listen,” he said, his voice gentler now. “Look, I know you don’t wanna hear it. I know you’ve been tryna stay outta this Bloodline mess, but D—”
“Don’t,” she interrupted, her voice wavering now. “Don’t bring them up. You know I’m not—”
“You are,” Jey insisted, his tone soft but unrelenting. “You are blood, D. Just like Sami. And we need you.”
“I’m not blood,” she shot back, her voice sharp again. “And I don’t care what Roman, or Solo, or any of them need. I’m done with it. Done.”
Her words stung more than they should’ve, but Jey didn’t let it show. He set the suitcase down, stepping closer until they were inches apart. “This ain’t about Roman,” he said quietly. “This is about me. About Sami. About family.”
Davina’s gaze softened, but her jaw stayed tight. “Family doesn’t call you nothing but a… a slutty opportunist when you walk away.” Her voice cracked on the word, and Jey’s chest tightened.
“Hey, nah,” he said quickly, his hands gently gripping her shoulders. “Don’t even say that again. That’s not you. Roman was hurt. He was wrong, but he don’t get to define you.”
Davina’s eyes darted away, her lips trembling. “He meant it, Jey. He meant every word.”
Jey shook his head, his grip firm but warm. “You’re Davina. You’re the strongest, smartest, sweetest person I know. Don’t let what he said live rent-free up here.” He tapped her temple lightly, earning the smallest twitch of a smile.
“Jey…”
“Listen,” he said, his voice dipping softer now. “I know it’s a lot. I know you don’t wanna go back to him. Hell, I don’t either most days. But Solo’s out there actin’ like he’s the new Chief, and he’s hurtin’ everyone we care about. Roman, Jimmy, even Sami.”
She flinched at Sami’s name, and Jey seized the moment.
“You think Sami don’t feel the same way you do?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion. “You think he ain’t scared to face Roman again? But he’s comin’, D. He’s comin’ because he knows this ain’t just about Roman. It’s about us. All of us.”
Davina stared at him, her defenses crumbling bit by bit.
“Please,” Jey said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Come with me. Just to talk. I’ll be there the whole time. If Roman says somethin’ stupid, I’ll knock sense into him myself. Just… don’t leave me hangin’, D. I need you.”
The room was quiet for a long moment, the tension thick between them. Finally, Davina sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat.
“Fine,” she muttered. “But I’m doing this for you. Not Roman.”
Jey’s grin was instant, his relief pouring out in a shaky laugh. “That’s all I needed to hear.”
He grabbed her jacket from the back of a chair and held it out to her. “C’mon. Let’s go before you change your mind.”
As she slipped on the jacket, he caught her muttering something under her breath.
“What was that?”
“Nothing,” she said quickly, though her cheeks flushed.
Jey smirked, his heart lighter than it had been in weeks. “Yeah, okay. Whatever you say, D.”
For the first time in what felt like forever, he felt like they had a shot at fixing things. Together.
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Sami Zayn (platonic) x Fem!Black!Reader x Kevin Owens (platonic)
Summary: Torn between too many outfit choices, indecisive girlfriends and desperate to avoid any crazy fans discovering where you're staying, you call your best friends Sami and Kevin for a ride. The only problem? Your segment starts in 20 minutes, and includes both men, one of which (Kevin) now wants your head on a platter. Will you make it to the arena in time?
a/n: this is a total crack fic. I needed something to lighten up my life, and I hope this does the same for yours. Enjoy!
Time: 7:45 PM
Liv and Naomi’s voices rang through the room like alarms.
“No, the red dress!” Liv screamed, holding her phone up to her face, her expression as intense as if lives were at stake.
“But the silver set has that effect,” Naomi countered, looking equally convinced, throwing her hands up on screen. “You have a segment, you’ve got to kill it, girl!”
The pile of outfits on the bed was growing with every suggestion, clothes scattered around like some chaotic fashion explosion. The red dress, the silver set, heels that probably made a three-story building jealous — all of it a blur. It wasn’t even the outfits. It was the fact that neither Liv nor Naomi could pick a single option.
“They’re both stunning, you know you’ll look amazing,” Liv insisted.
“Ugh! I can’t— okay, last one. We need another outfit check,” Naomi added, still flipping through options with wild enthusiasm.
A glance at the clock on the bedside table stopped everything.
8:50 PM — Realization and Panic Mode
Silence.
SmackDown segment…9:30 PM. Location? An arena across town. You’re still at the hotel.
“OH MY GOD, IT’S ALMOST NINE!”
You let out a scream, cutting off Liv and Naomi, who are both shrieking with laughter and yelling at you to HURRY. The Facetime screen goes black as you hang up, frantically dialing Sami’s number, hoping to God he picks up.
8:50 PM
Kevin Owens is done. Beyond done. He and Sami are in the locker room, scripts laid out, getting ready to run through the segment.
They both know it’s going to be fire — this whole “Honorary Uce” angle with Sami is gold, and they’re practically buzzing with ideas. But there’s one problem: you aren't here.
You're never late. The woman shows up early for everything. You're also an absolute perfectionist about your wardrobe. So naturally, Kevin’s mind starts running wild, thinking you had some disaster or something.
Sami sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Kev, maybe she’s just...stuck somewhere?”
And then, the phone rings. FaceTime.
Kevin picks it up, and there you are, hair done, makeup on, looking good — but very frazzled. Behind you, it’s pure chaos. Outfits are everywhere, like a tornado went through her hotel room.
“Oh my god, you guys, you guys! Help!”
Kevin felt a headache forming just from the sound of your panicked voice.
Okay, so you weren't in an emergency that required EMTs, but at this rate, Kevin was about ready to call someone for himself.
Sami’s face softened, but even he looked a bit on edge. “Wait...are you not on your way?” he asked, his voice calm but with a very real hint of panic.
“I—I was! I mean, I was about to leave, but then Liv and Naomi... and then they couldn’t decide, and I couldn’t decide, and now I don’t know what to wear!” you rambled, looking as close to the verge of tears as Kevin had ever seen.
Kevin pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering under his breath. “So you’re telling us...you’ve been ready, but just can’t decide what to wear?”
Sami tried to be encouraging. “Okay, breathe, it’s not the end of the world. Just pick something, alright?”
“But I can’t just pick! I need an opinion!” You said the last word with all the desperation in the world, staring at them both through the screen like they held the answer to all your problems.
Kevin glanced at Sami. “Here’s an opinion: Get. to. A. Car.”
“But Kevin—”
“Nope,” Kevin interrupted, sternly. “No more buts. You’re getting to the arena right now. Do you understand?”
You swallowed, nodding but still looking around at the tornado of options surrounding you.
"Fine. But—could you guys maybe come and get me? Because if I take an Uber, some crazy fan might see me and figure out the hotel…remember last time! And I can’t walk there, and—and—”
“Fine, fine! We’re on our way,” Kevin said, already grabbing his keys as he shoved the phone into his pocket, muttering the entire time. “This woman, I swear...”
Sami gave him a reassuring smile as they headed out the door. “Look, she’d do the same for us, right?”
Kevin shot him a look. “She’d think about it. And then get sidetracked picking out shoes.”
9:05 PM — Hotel Room Tornado
Kevin’s jaw drops when they finally arrive. You're spraying herself with perfume, the air so thick with it that it nearly chokes him. Your room looks like it exploded: dresses, shoes, accessories strewn everywhere.
“Uh… so… what happened here?” Sami asks gently, trying to mask his shock.
You whirled around, eyes wide, clutching a pair of heels. “I don’t know! It just… spiraled! And I still don’t know what to wear. Can one of you reach up there and hand me that other perfume bottle?”
Sami hesitantly reaches for the perfume. You snatched it, spraying yourself and the room like it’s some kind of ritual.
Kevin finally steps in, grabbing the perfume bottle from you. “Alright, that’s enough! You already smell like a department store!”
You paused, looking genuinely surprised. “Really?”
“Yes, really,” Kevin deadpans, barely hiding his amusement. “Now can we please pick something?”
Your eyes flicker between Kevin and Sami, desperate for some guidance. “Please, I’m begging. I need an opinion.”
“Listen,” Kevin said, voice stern, “here’s an opinion: we need to get out the door now. No more perfume. No more earrings. You look fine!”
“But which outfit?” you begged, eyes wide and pleading, grabbing at another rhinestone-covered top from your pile.
Kevin rolls his eyes. He had his “stern dad” face you usually saw him have with his kids. “Here’s another opinion: Get. To. The. Car. Now. So grab something, anything, because we’re not missing this segment. Or I'll drag u out like this...”
“Okay! Okay.” You frantically nodded, grabbing a bag of clothes in a rush. But you’re still panicking, hopping on one foot as you try to fasten your heels. “Wait, wait! Do I go with the red dress, or the black one with the rhinestones, or—”
You were still struggling to get your heels on, and they are so tall that, for a moment, you almost fall over, your hands flailing as you try to balance.
Kevin let out a long-suffering sigh, walked over, and, with remarkable gentleness, scooped you up and tossed you over his shoulder.
“Kevin!” you yelped, laughing but still scrambling for your heels. "I have a skirt on!"
“Too bad. You should have thought about that before making us late. Put those heels on in the car. We don’t have time for this, were going now!” Kevin ordered as he carried you down the hall, Sami grabbing the bags and following behind.
9:15 PM — En Route to the Arena
In the backseat, you’re still panicking, practically rummaging through one of your bags as you start asking questions they barely understand.
“Which highlighter should I go for? Does this lip color look too bold? Should I touch up my eyeshadow? Sami, I need an opinion — it’s got to look fierce but not, you know, too fierce.”
Sami, bless him, actually humors you. “Uh, I’d say… go for whatever makes you look the most… fierce but not too fierce?” He shrugs, glancing at Kevin, who just rolls his eyes.
Kevin finally snaps, “How about whatever lets us get out of this car on time?”
9:25 PM — Arena Locker Room
They dragged you straight to their locker room, not giving you a chance to second-guess.
Kevin stood by the door, hands on his hips. “Alright, pick one. Now.”
You fumbled through the options, but everything seemed like it could work. “I just need your guys' opinion!” You begged, glancing between them.
Kevin gave you a look that was 50% done and 50% concerned.
He crossed his arms, sighing deeply. “My opinion is..."
You gave him a hopeful look that almost made him feel bad.
"...Is one that gets us out of here and into the parking lot now."
Your face dropped as Kevin continued. "Triple H will have our heads if we’re late, and then no more budget for your endless outfits.”
That actually seems to scare you into focus, and after a dramatic sigh, you look at Sami, eyes begging him to make the choice for you.
Sami, patience worn thin but still kind, grabs the first outfit he sees tossed onto the bench: a sleek black crop top with rhinestones and matching tight leather pants. “This one. It’s simple, it’s hot, and it doesn’t take a hundred hours to get into.”
You hesitate for a second, looking at it, then at him, like you’re about to argue. Kevin doesn’t even give you the chance.
“Bathroom. Change. Now.” His expression is pure dad-mode, like there’s zero room for debate. He even points at the door for extra emphasis.
You huff, grabbing the outfit, muttering something about “fashion police” as you dart into the bathroom. Kevin and Sami exchange a look, relief mixed with exasperation.
Finally, after what feels like forever (and more muffled muttering from you), you step out, fully dressed in the chosen outfit. Kevin gives you an approving nod, arms crossed. “There. Perfect. See how easy that was?”
"No." You pouted, going to get some perfume, but Kevin takes it from your hand once again, looking at you in disbelief. "No more perfume. You already smell like a whole store, now let's GO!"
You jumped at his tone, getting up and racing out the door. “Fine, dad.”
Sami gave Kevin a exasperated look before he followed you, mostly to steady you in your heels (you can barely ever run in them, so why you wore them Kevin will never understand)
Kevin watched you run both ahead, muttering to himself, “If she pulls this again, I’m going to…” He trailed off, clearly unable to hold back a fond smile despite the chaos.
9:29 PM — Parking Lot Set for the Segment
They make it just in time, practically skidding into the parking lot where their segment is set to go live. Kevin and you go stand next to the car as Sami goes near the wall, waiting for his cue to walk up to the two of you.
You're still catching your breath, adjusting your top, as Kevin gives you a long, unimpressed look.
“If you ever pull this again…”
You didn't pull a stunt like that again for another five months, which for Kevin, was something he was actually proud of you for.
Summary: Kevin and Aaliyah knew as Sami's best friends they needed to snap Sami out of whatever this 'conspiracy theory' phase he was in. It was concerning. But Aaliyah is too sweet for her own good, Kevin is sick of it, and she ends up caught between the two men.
Kevin subsequently regrets asking Aaliyah for help.
a/n: trying my hand at original characters and sami x oc x Kevin instead of sami x reader x Kevin. don't be a silent reader!
Kevin paced back and forth in the dimly lit hallway, the faint sounds of the arena buzzing in the background. He ran a hand through his hair, glancing sideways at Aaliyah. Her deep brown eyes were filled with an uncertain softness, the kind he’d come to expect from her. It was endearing, frustrating even, especially when he needed her to be as tough as possible.
“Liya, listen to me,” Kevin said, stopping in front of her. “I need you to promise me you’ll be harsh with him. Don’t sugarcoat it, don’t hold back. He needs to hear this, okay?”
Aaliyah shifted on her feet, crossing her arms over her chest. She hesitated, lips parting to respond, but Kevin’s sharp gaze cut her off before she could.
“Promise me,” he said again, his voice firmer this time.
Aaliyah glanced back at Kevin as they stood outside Sami’s door, her brows knitted in doubt. “You really think we have to be that harsh, Kev?” she asked, already hesitant.
Kevin folded his arms, giving her a sharp look. “Yes. He’s out of control, and if you keep coddling him, he’s never going to get back on track. We can’t have his conspiracy theories ruining everything he’s worked for. Promise me, Liya. Be brutal.”
Aaliyah bit her lip, nodding reluctantly. “Fine. I promise.”
Kevin held her gaze for another beat, satisfied, then knocked on the door. Within seconds, Sami opened up, his face lighting up instantly when he saw them.
Before Aaliyah could even react, Sami pulled her into a warm, tight hug. She hesitated, but her resolve wavered; she found herself hugging him back, patting his shoulder gently. Kevin sighed, rolling his eyes in a familiar expression of exasperation.
"Come in, come in," Sami said, ushering them inside with an enthusiastic grin. “There’s so much to catch up on. I’ve been gathering new info, and it’s all starting to make sense. I think I’m onto something, guys. Finally.”
They settled onto Sami’s worn couch as he spread a stack of papers, maps, and scribbled notes over the coffee table, explaining each one with impassioned intensity.
As he looked at her with an earnest glint in his eye, Sami leaned forward, his voice a little softer. “Aaliyah, you believe me, don’t you?”
She opened her mouth, her resolve from earlier crumbling as she saw the vulnerability in his gaze. Kevin, sitting on the other side of her, narrowed his eyes, clearly catching her hesitation.
Kevin let out a heavy, pointed sigh. “Oh, come on, Liya. You’re not actually encouraging this, are you?”
Aaliyah shot him a look, then turned back to Sami with a softer tone. “I just… I mean, Sami, maybe you have a point—”
Kevin groaned, tossing his head back. “You’re just being nice, Aaliyah! Tell him the truth for once. Quit coddling him.”
Sami’s eyes narrowed, his face darkening as he turned to Kevin. “She’s not coddling me, Kevin. Maybe she just gets it. Maybe she’s not trying to shut me down every second like you are.”
Kevin rolled his eyes. “Right, because calling all this paranoia ‘a point’ is super helpful, Liya. If you keep playing the peacekeeper, he’ll never face reality.”
Kevin turned to her, his voice low and unyielding. “Say it, Aaliyah. Tell him the harsh truth. Now.”
Her shoulders dropped, and she looked up at Sami, her expression full of that trademark softness. “I just… I don’t think everything you’re saying has proof, Sami. Kev’s just trying to help you get back on track.”
Aaliyah glanced between the two, clearly intimidated. Kevin continued to goade at her, and despite Sami’s gaze turning even more hurt, her voice softened, but she forced herself to speak. “Sami, I—maybe… maybe you’re a bit too focused on this. I mean, I don’t see any real evidence—”
Before she could finish, Sami’s eyes flashed with anger as he directed his glare back to Kevin. “Oh, so that’s what this is about? Pushing her to turn on me too? You can’t stand anyone seeing things differently than you, huh, Kevin?”
Aaliyah reached out a hand to Sami, trying to calm him down. “Sami, he’s just worried about you. We both are.”
Sami’s face hardened, and he didn’t believe her, looking straight at Kevin. “You’re trying to make her say things just to push her away from me. That’s what you do, Kev—you manipulate.” His voice was sharp, defensive, and he straightened up, crossing his arms as he glared.
Kevin rolled his eyes, not willing to let this spiral out. “Or maybe, Sami, I’m the only one here with the guts to tell you the truth while she coddles you and holds your hand.”
Sami shook his head and looked back at Aaliyah, his voice softening immediately. “Liya, you’re not coddling me, are you?”
Kevin sighed, this whole situation only confirming what he’d known from the start. Aaliyah would always support one of their dumb ideas, no matter what. “Yeah, of course she’s not—she’s too nice to tell you how she really feels. You know what, Sami? Let’s make this real easy. You and me. In the ring. She’ll ref, since she can’t seem to make up her mind. You win, she’ll listen to you; I win, she listens to me.”
Sami raised an eyebrow, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth as he crossed his arms. “Fine by me. If that’s what it takes to get you and Liya to finally believe me, then yeah, I’m in. But don’t get mad when I win. ”
Aaliyah’s face dropped. “Uh? I didn't agree to this...” She turned to Kevin, her eyes pleading, but he just shrugged.
“Yeah, this is what you get for not listening to me,” he muttered, grabbing her by the arm to lead her away, his patience visibly at its end.
Kevin clenched his jaw, shooting Aaliyah a glare. She was just too nice for her own good—and for Sami’s. How many times had she fallen into this trap, comforting Sami through every bad idea he’d had? He wanted to trust her, to believe she’d do what was right, but seeing her hesitate every time Sami threw her those sad puppy-dog eyes was exhausting.
But to be fair, she supported and comforted him through every bad idea he ever had too.
As he marched her away from Sami’s, he grumbled under his breath. “You just had to play nice, didn’t you?”
Aaliyah bit her lip, mumbling softly, “He’s going through a rough time, Kev.”
Kevin groaned, practically feeling his patience wearing thinner by the second. He cared about her, more than she probably knew, loved her like a sister, loved that she was kind in a world that wa harsh, but she couldn’t keep sacrificing her own sense just to keep Sami happy. And now, thanks to her soft heart, she was referee in what was bound to be a disaster of a match.
“Fine. But I swear, Aaliyah, if you take his side one more time…”
Summary: Jey has been trying to get you, his best friend to join him in The Bloodline. Will tonight finally be the night you listen to him?
TW: Typical wrestling violence, reader going to the medics.
A/N: The Jey bug got me, he is just too damn fine for me not to write for! 😫 Hope you guys like this! 😙
Jey watched as you got ready in the locker room, your SmackDown Women's Championship resting on a nearby table. You and Jey had been best friends for years, and he respected and admired your independence. But lately, he had been persistent in trying to convince you to join the Bloodline. He had this burning desire to protect you, and he knew he couldn't do it alone from the sidelines.
"Hey sweetheart.” he began, leaning against the doorframe. "You know how strong we are together. Roman, Jimmy, Solo, me... We could dominate this whole place."
You smirked, raising an eyebrow. "I like doing things my way, Jey. You know that."
Jey smiled, shaking his head. "Yeah, I do. But think about it. Together, we'd be unstoppable. The family backing you.”
You playfully rolled your eyes. "Being friends with Roman, Jimmy and Solo is enough ‘family’ for me."
Jey laughed, knowing you had your own reasons. "Alright, alright, I won't bug you about it too much. Just remember, it’s always an option. And I’ll have your back either way. ”
You smiled at him. He was too sweet. “I've got a title to defend tonight against Asuka. But-" Your smile widened when he grinned in anticipation. "-you can keep trying to sway me after I kick her ass. I promise.”
He nodded, still grinning widely. He moved past you and grabbed the title off of the table. You thought he would hand it to you, but he shook his head. "Nah, turn around." You rose a brow but complied. You felt his arms wrap around you as he leaned down to your height, feeling his cool hands on your skin while he fastened the championship around your waist.
You giggled when he playfully tugged at the strap of your title, swatting his hands away. He laughed with you, opening the door for you
The match was intense, and despite your determination, Asuka's offense was relentless. Neither of you let up. Just when you thought you had her right where you wanted her, Asuka's mist caught you off guard, blurring your vision. Despite the burning in your eyes, you managed to flip her over and roll her up for the win. The pain was intense though, and you were helped backstage by the medical team.
Jey rushed to the ring, concern etched on his face as he supported you. "You alright, sweetheart?"
You winced, leaning on him for support. "Damn, that mist stings like hell."
In the medical area, you cursed and fumed, furious at both the pain and Asuka. Jey held onto your arm, his touch grounding you amidst the chaos. "Easy, girl.”he said, his voice soothing. "You got the dub, and we'll deal with Asuka later."
Asuka's taunts still echoed in your mind, her words gnawing at your temper. "I'm gonna rip her apart, Jey. Nobody messes with me like this."
Jey's hand cupped your cheek, his touch calming you. "I get it, uce. But you're a champ. You still won. You're stronger than this."
Your anger slowly subsided as you took deep breaths, your focus shifting from the pain to Jey's presence. "Thanks, Jey. You always know how to calm me down."
He grinned, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "That's what I’m here for."
You hesitated, looking at him thoughtfully. "You really want me to join the Bloodline, don't you?"
Jey nodded, his expression serious. "We're a family, you are my family, babygirl. We look out for each other. Imagine what we could accomplish together."
You sighed, leaning your head against his shoulder. "I'll think about it, okay? But no promises."
He chuckled, wrapping an arm around you protectively. "That's all I ask."
The adrenaline faded, the meds kicked and you let your eyes close, letting yourself relax in the arms of the person you trusted the most.
Jey looked down at your sleeping form and he couldn’t help but smile at you. You looked precious, even while sleeping. And he knew then and there that he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if you got hurt.
He tightened his arms around you, bringing you closer to him, and promised himself that even if you didn’t join the Bloodline, whatever decision you decide to make, that he would protect you with his life either way, his family be damned.
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