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Sweet But Psycho

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

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.

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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…”

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