TIME FOR VALENTINES DAY ( BECAUSE DAMMIT, REASONS) A NEW MINI SERIES
THING. DIFFERENT WRESTLERS / READERS THROWN TOGETHER AND WINDING UP
IN ROMANTIC SITUATIONS. SOME WILL BE EXES, SOME WILL HAVE CRUSHES,
SOME WILL HAVE CRUSHES WHILE PRETENDING TO HATE THE OTHER, AND
OVERALL, JUST STEAMY FLUFF.
this one is sort of a combination of a few different things
fan-fiction-galore and I were talking about when I told her this
idea. Sami Zayn and reader were friends as children and reader boldly
kissed him at age 10. Sadly, the readers family moved away, leaving
the two to lose all touch with each other… Until the wedding of her
older brother/one of his best friends brings them back together.
Problem? Reader is with a date… Until, ‘cupid’, our little
winged naked baby friend intervenes in the form of an argument.
Reader storms out, it’s pouring rain outside and with a strapless
dress, she’s kind of freezing a little bit when Sami finds her…
And things happen from there, of course.
MUCH FLUFF. TEETH ROTTING FLUFF HERE GUISE. AND SOME STEAM AT THE
ALRIIIIIGHT.. GOTTA THANK @fan-fiction-galore because like 99.9
percent of this was stuff she mentioned in a conversation we were
having and here we are, lol.. plus she’s my boo and I luffles her.
And there’s @misswweuniverse, who is another boo of mine that I
luffle.. aaaaand @writergrrrl29 who is another boo of mine that I
luffle and enjoy talking to about things, you are all amazing and
have been v. great help and you are my inspirations. Also,
@mimic-the-phoenix , my boo, I luffles you and I looooove our
conversations. You make me fall more in love with Sami with the way
you write him tbh!! As if I needed an actual reason,huh?
Or if he just sits in the back of Randy’s car staring out the window as the world passes him by thinking of the fun Dean and Roman (and apparently Bo Dallas) is probably having without him and how much he misses them.
Manuel Briñas is 84, wears dark spectacles and has a thin white
moustache to go with his hair. He lives in the residency of a Catholic
school in the north of Madrid, walks with the help of a crutch hooked
over one arm and spends every other weekend at the Vicente Calderón,
standing alone watching Atlético play from among the photographers,
technicians and stewards behind the advertising boards. At the end of
each game he heads quietly out through the tunnel that leads to the cark
park under the north stand where the media wait for the players,
cameras ready and microphones in hand.This Saturday, they waited for him. Like the immense majority of
those who do the job he does, as important as they are anonymous, Briñas
normally goes unnoticed but this time was different. He had started his
slow walk along the edge of the pitch but someone there was looking for
him, which meant that soon everyone was looking at him. “I was heading
home when I felt a tap on the shoulder,” he explained, voice breaking.
“I turned and it was Fernando [Torres]. He whispered in my ear: ‘This is
for you, you made me love these colours. I’ll be grateful to you for
the rest of my life.’”
At the end of their 3-1 win over Eibar, Torres’s team-mates had
applauded the fans and gone down the players’ tunnel on the west side of
the stadium where the Manzanares and the motorway pass, but Torres had
headed north instead, towards Briñas.
“I was looking for him, making
sure he didn’t leave; luckily he didn’t escape,” he said. When he got
there, behind the goal, beyond the hoardings, watched by the fans, he
embraced Briñas, pulled off his shirt and handed it to him. “No one
would feel prouder to have it than him,” Torres explained. “He’s
responsible for me being here; he’s the one who said I could do it.”