strcightfire.

^{“ Aye, well excuse me if your words are doing little for me shot nerves when I’ve seen ya face down t’at BEHEMOTH who knocked the stuffin’ outta Seth Rollins…and I’m  f i n e  makin’ a ton of friends over on old blue, haven’t ya seen? Becky Lynch — Miss Congeniality. ”}

       ^{❝     don’t lie to me, missy. now your words are doing little for my shot nerves whenever those other women attack you, especially if they don’t have a REASON.      ❞}  

                      see how sami feels about your muse.  |  accepting !

^{I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).}

                           @strcightfire  /  starter call.

      ^{❝     heyyyy, i have been careful ! i don’t have any bruises or cuts on me, y’see ?  i’m doin’ just fine !  what about you ?  you seem to have your hands full with the other women on the blue brand. have YOU been careful ?     ❞}

strcightfire.

^{Her heart still pounded in her chest despite his sweet words and the soft press of his lips. She doubted it would ever truly stop. Because she knew relationships; they were trust and vulnerability and everything before this moment told her to run very quickly away from those things. Those things had led her to lose friends and suffer heartache unequal to anything she knew. And now here he was asking that of her…but this was Sami. There were no more fitting words than that to describe him. He was who he was. He had been that way since they were in developmental together: sweet, caring, back-breakingly selfless. This wasn’t Charlotte or Paige or Natalya. This wasn’t countless men who she’d given up far too much of her heart for. This was Sami. Becky let out a breathe and slowly took a small step back from him; already her lower lip was being worried between her teeth. “ You’re amazin’ — and I’m so not. I’m some strange lass from Dublin whose rollin’ with the punches, and believe me t’ere’s been a LOT, and I just…I know ya won’t — I just — I don’t wanna get hurt again so ya gotta promise me t’at whether t’is turns into somethin’ or nothin’…you’ll be honest with me. Good and bad. Even when ya want to end it — and I know I’m talkin’ about the end when t’is hasn’t even started but well, t’at’s what you’re gettin’ and I…I want to try t’is if YOU do. Otherwise, t’is is your chance to RUN for the hills before getting mixed up in all of t’is. ” She gestured to her whole body as though it were a quarantine zone he should definitely avoid.}

         ^{CHOOSE.     ——  He has never been a particularly indecisive person, his mind and morals quite well DISCIPLINED on knowing what was right and what was wrong. even now, he knows the correct path he must venture down for the greater good. these were things painted in BLACK and WHITE for Sami. it was EMOTION, the difficult matter of his heart, that blurred what he saw with shades of grey. A streak of betrayal. a dash of loss. a scribble of guilt. Hearing Becky’s words caused concern to pour through his face       she must’ve been really hurt badly for her to pour herself out to him like this. Sami had his fair share of bad relationships, be it as friend or something romantic, and they all ended in heartbreak and betrayal. He’d like to think it was his fault for not being enough, for not living up to their standards, for not being what they wanted from him. If he says yes to her and they become lovers, what if he comes up short again?  But there’s a large part of him that knows he won’t fail,  he knows he CAN thrive, but it is difficult to drown the voice that says he CANNOT. He reached out for her hand, his thumb had stroked over the soothing surface a top of her hand, while he’d let silence linger; a few mistakes had to have been made in order better oneself, isn’t that what they’ve always said. He assured himself that he wasn’t making a mistake with her, not with the way she already had him gyrating with every throb of his heart pounding against his chest.        “Okay. I promise I’ll be honest with you no matter what. And here’s a start: I won’t hurt you. Ever.”       He spoke softly, lost in her light autumn orbs, and thus, he found himself leaning in closer to plant A KISS OF LONGING against hers.}

strcightfire.

^{He laughed and she wasn’t sure whether to take it as a good thing or not with her mind still circling with no end in sight. But before she could question it, he had done just what she asked. His soft words brought her babbling to a halt and Sami tugged her closer. It was a familiar position with her head tucked under his chin — she could hear each beat of his heart as it slowed with her own. They had stepped into something comfortable for them both…and yet it still felt different. Becky could feel the goosebumps that rose on her skin each time he passed his hand over her back. Somehow Sami brought her so much ease yet she was beyond aware of every shift in their bodies at the same time. At his words and the faint brush of his lips against her hair, Becky inhaled deep through her nose and held it for a moment before it came out in a breath of a laugh. “ Adorable? Bleedin’ idiot? I t’ink either is fittin’… ” she murmured, knowing they’d need to pull apart eventually but not quite ready. Already she could feel the uneasiness building in her and she didn’t want it to ruin this; Sami wouldn’t hurt her, not like everyone else had. “ I like you Sami. It’s what I was tryin’ to say in all that nonsense, in case ya missed it… ”}

       ^{Another small laugh,  something strong enough to conceal the veritable anxiety strung across his ribcage like a clothesline. He who has faced death at every corner, who has beaten up by men twice his size, endured broken bones and aching bruises on his body         he fears rejection from the woman he had a crush on, but it proved to be silly because she felt the same way which surprised him and made his heart beat a little faster.      “Yeah, I got the message.”      Sami had never anticipated his romance with Becky Lynch, nor did he predict how fiercely he’d fall for her. everything about the woman had always been unexpected and fresh and he simply couldn’t get enough of this fantastic reality. They met in developmental, which led to an invaluable friendship — he was a gentleman about it, inviting her to lunch, spending hours at her side just talking about the things that mattered most. Feelings began to establish along the way, and now they were here, expressing them openly, albeit nervously. “And don’t beat yourself up. I’m not the brightest bulb in the box either.”      he laughed again before kissing another kiss to her hairline, trying his best to ease both of their nerves with lighthearted statements and the warmth of the embrace.      “So…does this mean that the almighty lass kicker is my girlfriend now…?”}

strcightfire.

It was a strange feeling when you knew something in your gut and yet simultaneously never
saw  it  coming  from  a  mile away. It felt like you were connecting the final piece of a puzzle
just  as  you  were  hit  by  a  semi-truck. And Becky Lynch felt the way her head swam as a
warmth  tingled across her skin as Sami admitted he had a ‘thing’ for her. It only grew as he
stammered  out  a  clarification  that  was completely unnecessary, and from the look on his
face  he knew that but was too nervous about the silence that threatened to linger after it. It
wasn’t  as  if she was TRYING to leave him in suspense — it was just a lot to process! He’d
been  by  her  side through developmentals, both fearing they’d be stuck there forever. He’d
become  one of her best friends. And she couldn’t help but wonder if every time she sought
him  out  or went to him for comfort or congratulations or just wanted to spend time with him,
it  was  because  she  felt  the  same.  She had a crush on Sami Zayn. “ I like you — and, I-I
guess  I  always  figured  it  was the way I liked any of the guys backstage, and I’m only now
realizing  that  maybe it wasn’t. That maybe I liked you the same way I liked Jimmy Walsh in
Third Year, though he was never really into me and I ended up making out with Colin to spite
him,  and  I’m  really  babbling  now so if you could stop me at any point in time before I start
digging a hole to get back to Ireland. ”

            ^{SURPRISES COME LIKE NATURE TO THE GINGER now —- she said the feelings were RECIPROCATED. Did she ever have any suspicions of how she felt about him as well – ? Different questions that popped in his mind regarding the matter come in FLEETING flashes, though nothing seems to follow through to his mouth, nothing is voiced; only silence on his end. Despite this UNFAVORABLE situation —- her stuttering, her rambling, he can’t help but laugh ( though lukewarm it may be ) it can’t be avoided given how ADORABLE she just was,.something about her words light a FIRE in his  ( SOUL )  that ignites into a BURNING FLAME — driving his MOTIVATIONS to an all-time high.       “Alright, alright     I got ‘cha. Shhh.”       he assured her, lightly tugging her hand while bringing her forth, wrapping her in his arms, to where his hand cupped to the back of her neck beneath her longer strands, while the other had caressed over her back, resting his head atop of hers.      “You’re adorable, y’know.”      His words voiced through her hair, as a faint smile grew against her hairline, giving it a little kiss as a shaky yet sturdy breath had eased through his flared nostrils.}

well shit… thanks, babe. xo

1. food.
2. video games. 
   
3. weekends.
   
4. my bed.
   
5. music.

      ^{“Hey, Becks… I – I gotta tell you something. “     Now he felt nervous, like a highschooler that was just about to admit their feelings towards their crush except this was heightened, he felt more than something smitten and he always had, Sami just hadn’t mustered up the right time to say it until this very moment. He couldn’t hold it in any longer.      “I – I, uh – I h-have a little bit of a thing for you…?”      There was a slight questioning to his tone, almost unsure if he was crossing boundaries with the lass but he knew he was being honest, those syllables coming from his heart that he didn’t want to declare to anyone else, but he realized that his wording was unclear so he took a deep breath to compose himself and ease the tension he felt mounting.     “H-hold on, listen– I have a crush on you – i-is all I’m trying to say.”}

@strcightfire | starter call

_{strcightfire.}

^{As she laid on the mat, catching her breath, she watched him squirm. Part of her wanted to ask; she
really didn’t consider herself all that intimidating! Especially to someone like Sami who had known her since developmental training! Instead of calling him out though, she sat up slowly and looked over, lowering the pack from her arm as the ache dissipated. “ I could kill for something to eat, ” she admitted, rotating her shoulder.  “ Besides I think you’ve beaten me up enough — I’m teasing and if you apologize, Zayn, I’m gonna Hulk out and suplex you.}

Now help me up. ”

        ^{He was still OUT OF BREATH  and sore from the training session and from the anxiety he felt whenever he was around her. Wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand  ;  Sami let out a soft sigh and set his determined gaze back on Becky, then did what was obliged.  Without much of a warning, Sami wrapped muscle corded arms around her before tossing her over his shoulder as easily as someone would a bag of flour. He knew he would only have a minute at most before she broke free of his grip so he made quick work of giving her a spin  ( just to be goofy )  before setting her back on her feet.   “Okay, food it is then! What’re you in the mood for?”}