powerbabe.

        “What’s the hold up is the shit I’d get if I did any of those things.” She was sure she’d hear them all. ‘Wasn’t doing that a bit extreme?’, ‘I can’t believe you called the cops on him’, ‘It’s not like he touched you, right?’. Not to mention Foxy liked to think she could handle these things all on her own. He had managed to leave her alone for most of the time but it were just those small instances she hated… and after what had happened on 205… “I just want a quick and easy way to get him off my back. …Maybe I can get Big Show to punch him like every time he comes around.” Eyes lit up slightly at that idea.

             ^{Sami gave the other a dubious look. She had a reputation of being crazy and he doubted that she would  care about the consequences of her actions. Turns out he was wrong      she still had an ounce of sanity left, which surprised him.      “There you go! If that works for you, break a leg!         I mean, not LITERALLY, but y’know.”      Sami wasn’t exactly sure about her plans, well… he was going to keep his mouth shut, not wanting to have a big debate on something trivial. A timid smile pulled at his lips subtly      “So… uh… that’s it? Can I go now?”}

(Source: inzaynityy)

powerbabe.

        Foxy and sass simply went hand in hand. Some would say she and ‘crazy’ also went hand in hand too but she liked to think otherwise. Passionate, perhaps, was a much better word. It definitely sounded prettier. Either way, emotions flowed out of Foxy in extremes and this time Sami had been the one to experience that first hand. “Well, just standing there with a dumb grin on your face isn’t much helping.” His grin wasn’t dumb at all, she was just frustrated. She had become desperate in trying to find a way to flick the Supernov-annoying guy back to a galaxy far far away from her. And she was just asking for ideas… and ranting as well but mostly asking.

      ^{Sami blinked, surprised at how what he would’ve assumed was the more important part of his statement seemed to have gone completely over the other’s head.     “How should I-”     And then it hit him, a way to get Noam away from her.     “Well… uh, you could call the cops…’cause sexual harrassment is a crime, right?”     It seemed like a good route though a tiny part of him felt guilty that he might be sending Noam straight into trouble, but the larger part of him that was more focused on helping the sassy woman felt that this was necessary.     “Or you could file a restraining order…or hire bodyguards. There are plenty of options to get him off your back so what’s the hold up?”}

(Source: inzaynityy)

@powerbabe // starter call.

^{The ginger opened his mouth, intent on getting a word in, but unsure of what to say in the face of the other’s surprising talkativeness, he fell silent. Which was unusual; Sami Zayn was never at a loss for words. Yet, despite the current circumstances, he felt amusement tug at the corners of his eyes, a friendly smile stretching across his face.       “C’mon, what’s with the sass? I’m just trying to help out.”}