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Be Here Now, Pt. 2 [Adam Cole]

Title: Be Here Now, Part Two of ? Be Here Now Part one. (This is the sequel to Insolence. To read Insolence (which is recommended) here you go: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine,Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve) Characters: Adam Cole/Brenna(OC) Genre: Angst. Drama. Romance. Length: ~4,900 Warnings: All the cussin’. Summary/Inspo: What if I fall? I won't let you fall. What if I cry? I'll never make you cry. And if I get scared? I'll hold you tighter. When they're tryna get to you baby, I'll be the fighter.

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Philadelphia and The Arena always had a special feel to it when it came to Ring of Honor. The city was the birthplace of the promotion yes, but it was also the city that always had open arms for the indy wrestling business.

The feeling of tonight though was something else, at least backstage.

Brenna had thought the previous show was electric, but tonight’s felt heavier than that.

Today was Adam’s last with Ring of Honor. His last TV taping, his last time in an ROH ring for who knew how long, maybe forever. His last night as a contracted wrestler for any company. That was only temporary, she knew, but it was still something. The PPV and leaving Bullet Club had been one thing, but Adam was walking away from a sure thing in his career entirely tonight.

While Adam was in talks with places, talks could always go wrong, and that could change his projected career path. But after tonight, he was a free agent, and he seemed excited about that actually. Having some time to truly do as he pleased, it was something he hadn’t had in years. There was an endpoint in sight, but it wasn’t set in stone. So for now, it was a chance to rest, recharge, rediscover his passion. Spend time with her, which she selfishly was going to demand the most of.

“So, what’s on your agenda for the night?” Nick inquired, bringing Brenna’s attention back to the table of her friends.

“Dark match for the second taping, then announcing the last two shows,” she answered before picking up her drink and taking a long gulp of water. “You guys are all coming to the house after right?”

Both Bucks nodded, as Adam sat back down at the table, having been off talking to someone in production.

It had been Adam’s idea to have a party at his house after the show. He had said he had two reasons for it: one, an opportunity to have everyone together one last time, and two, a way to put a positive spin on his last night so it wasn’t so bogged down in emotion.

For Brenna, it had only brought her stress. She was a planner, and she’d been running around crazy on their day off yesterday to get everything she felt they’d need for the occasion. Food, drinks, flatware, ice…. Adam deserved the best kind of sendoff, and she was going to do all she could to make it happen.

There was a good chance some of his family members were at his place right this moment, setting up, and putting up some decorations she’d gotten for the occasion. Adam had no idea about this, and she was hoping his brother had kept it that way. He was the most likely candidate to slip up.

“Try not to destroy my house tonight,” Adam requested of his friends as he joined the conversation. The Bucks barely reacted, whereas Marty laughed outright. Adam raised his eyebrows at this.

“I guess I’ll be in charge of good ol’ Party Boy here,” Brenna decided, nodding in Marty’s direction.

“I would be honored,” he replied, causing her to laugh.

Tonight was going to be a lot of things, a lot to work through, but as long as Brenna had the people at this table with her, and many others that were wandering around, everything would be fine.

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Adam found himself standing in the gorilla area of the arena, his eyes focused on the monitor on the table. The Women of Honor match on the second show taping of the night wasn’t going to be televised, but it was happening in the arena.

And his girlfriend, for all her underrated talent and lack of mainstream exposure, was a big part of this match.

It was a tag affair, with Brenna taking on the tough baby-faced role, a role he hadn’t played in a long time. But she was so good at it, better than he ever was. She had a way about her in the ring, and equally, outside of it, that just drew people to her, made people support and believe in her, made people want to know her. Made people seek comfort from her, an opinion, an honest ear.

He had always felt he had a lot to learn from her, though he’d never told her as much.

He really should.

Watching as she did a perfect spinning roundhouse kick to her opponent made his chest swell with pride. That was his girlfriend out there kicking ass.

His girlfriend, who’d he see much less of in the ring live going forward. His girlfriend, who’d he’d see much less of period going forward most likely.

Even though there were no contracts signed at that moment, it was no secret what would probably happen within the next couple months with his career. He was hopeful, honestly, that things would stay on the path they were already on. But that meant it was unlikely he’d still be based in Pennsylvania.

Adam knew his decisions for his own career directly impacted her. For all her support and deflective statements, he knew that what he was doing mattered to Brenna. She could spend all day, until she was out of breath, telling him how much she only wanted the best for him, and he would still have his doubts. Not doubts about the fact she wanted the best for him, no, he trusted that. But that it was the only thing that mattered to her, that he didn’t believe.

He knew that if the roles were reversed, and he was staying on the indy scene for a long time and she was going off to do as she pleased, he would not be so calm and collected about it. They had gone through too much struggle, too much bullshit, for him to just say ‘OK, yep, you do that, and we’ll figure it out’. He needed her close.

Why was he leaving her then? Not leaving her, but he was putting a wrench in their lives and plans. Creating a less consistent contact for them to have. This was solely on him to be changing their lives. He felt selfish…because he was being selfish. He knew he had the right to advance his career, do what he saw fit for himself but still….

This wasn’t the first time he’d put wrestling above other things, and it probably wouldn’t the last. It wasn’t that other things didn’t matter or affect him. He just had such a drive for his career that it had always been a hard balance to make with other parts of his life, like family and relationships. Though, in fairness, he used to be a lot more reckless and self-seeking than he was being now. Before, he would have done what he thought was best for himself in the ring without any thought elsewhere. Before, he had let relationships in his life deteriorate as he chased his dreams.

Now, he wanted to know Brenna was OK with how things were, had to have her at least OK with things before he could advance with his ideas.

As he watched her get tagged in again, and immediately throw several elbows at her opponent, he started to think about what her life would be like with him gone.

He would be remiss if he didn’t acknowledge his eyes stinging a bit, as his thoughts ran away from him.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Brenna, or trust her position in their relationship. It was everyone else, life, the things that could happen to her or around her when he wasn’t there that worried him the most. For as much as he knew and respected her strength, he was still her boyfriend, and he had a place in protecting her and being close to support her at all times. He was really failing in that way by doing what he was.

Brenna was entirely capable of taking care of herself though, and he knew that. What if his being far away more than close-by made her realize how little she really needed him?

Getting Brenna to trust him, be with him, understand he only wanted to be good for her, had taken a lot of time. Would his leaving so soon in their relationship change her opinion of him?

He had worked so hard to make his feelings known to her, believed by her. When it came down to it, he was the reason someone she had once called upon in times of trouble was now the source of her trouble. That said a lot. Who was he to bail on her just when things were starting to settle and make sense and bring them both calm?

She had been through a big and tough loss, an unfortunate catalyst to their current status, if he was being honest. But he had told himself way back when he’d never hurt her if he could help it, would do anything he could to keep her happy. Leaving this company, this part of his life, it wasn’t making her happy, no matter what front she was putting up.

He hated himself at that moment. She didn’t deserve another big change to adjust to.

“Hey, don’t you have to get ready for your match?” Cody’s voice startled Adam. He hoped the man didn’t notice him taking a shaky breath, and blinking a few times, before looking towards him.

“You see any of this?” Adam questioned as a deflection, indicating with his head the match still going on.

“Not really. Bren doing alright?”

“She’s amazing, man,” he answered, his eyes already back on the small screen. He tried not to grin too stupidly as Brenna and her partner double-teamed their opponent, getting a near-fall.

“She has been for a long time,” Cody stated. “Brandi asked her to help her in the ring a bit, I think.”

“That would be good,” Adam said, only turning back to his groupmate when the ref was raising Brenna’s hand with her partner’s. When he faced Cody, he found the other man looking at him, almost curiously, though his face was fairly flat in appearance overall. “…what?”

“You sure about leaving her?”

“I’m not leaving her. We’re just…changing how things are.”

“Right,” Cody said, sounding entirely like he doubted Adam’s words. “Look, man, I’m not one to tell anyone how to live their life. Do what makes you happy. But it’s a lot harder being with WWE day in and day out, and it takes a bigger toll than you know. On you, on everyone around you. You’ve got a good thing with Bren. I don’t know that much, but I know that. Not being in the same place as her…especially with where you’re probably gonna land, it’s gonna be really tough. Just…keep that in mind, OK?”

Adam wanted to tell Cody he hadn’t signed a contract with WWE yet, so what did it matter in the grand scheme of things? Everything was hypothetical. But, he also recognized Cody had been down that road, been beaten up on that road. And Brandi had very famously followed her husband away from that place, showing the epitome of commitment to one’s significant other. He understood where Cody was coming from. He was just trying to save Adam from some struggle at best, and heartache at worst.

But couldn’t it work the other way too? What if Brenna eventually came to WWE too, if that was where Adam did go? What if this change made them stronger, any distance reaffirming their need for one another? What if Brenna famously followed him into something new and fun for both of them?

Anything was possible.

“Yea, I hear ya,” Adam finally responded, choosing to not further the conversation in any capacity, and simply accept the other man’s words. Cody nodded after a moment, before turning to walk down the hallway.

Adam decided to leave the gorilla area before Brenna made it backstage from the ring. He would rather see her later when he could be entirely focused on her, like she deserved. For now, he needed to go get ready for his own last hurrah. And if he was being truthful with himself, he wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t openly cry the second she was in his arms at this moment.

It was better to wait to see her.

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The party was in full swing at Adam’s house in no time. Food was being continually made, all of the wrestlers needing a post-show meal. Drinks were flowing, and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Adam found himself always having someone to talk to, everyone wanting a chance to wish him well and have a laugh with him about some of his finer moments over the years.

He had found it easier to walk out of the arena earlier tonight than he had anticipated. It was hard, of course, but having done the big things on the PPV two days prior had taken away some of the sting of the situation. Honestly, he couldn’t have asked for a better ending to his current Ring of Honor career. The last match he’d done, a dark street fight against Marty, with the Bucks ringside, had felt right. Felt true to the story. Felt like he was leaving a legacy in a way with the company and The Bullet Club.

Of course, he still had other indy shows to tackle, and it was likely that the PWG show this upcoming weekend would bring another big wave of emotion to handle.

For now, though, he was really enjoying getting to share a beer with Cary, a father-figure in a lot of ways, and laugh over his Panama Playboy gimmick from yesteryear.

When the conversation had run its natural course, Adam did a lap to make sure everyone was getting on well and had what they needed. He went over to where the drinks were in various buckets and coolers on the side of the house, checking the situation. Some of them needed more ice, and he set about doing this.

“Hey.” Adam looked over his shoulder, realizing that the voice he’d thought was Jay’s…was, in fact, Jay’s. The older Briscoe was standing a few feet from him, hands shoved into his hoodie front pocket.

“…hey.” Adam had not at all expected to see either of the brothers at his house that night for the gathering. While he had extended the invitation to everyone in the back, he hadn’t anticipated his least-favorite-coworkers to show. He was immediately on guard.

“Need any help?”

“…I’ve got it,” Adam answered, dumping the ice bag into the cooler over top the beers he’d placed in there a few moments ago. He figured Jay must have been watching him to see when he didn’t have others around him, making it safe to approach.

Jay Briscoe was not dumb, no matter what kind of portrayal he put out of himself publicly.

“Look, I know we ain’t… I’m not your biggest fan, and you ain’t mine,” Jay stated. “But we got Bren in common. And…. We gotta do right by her.”

“That’s all I’ve been doing,” Adam responded tightly, crumpling up the now empty plastic bag and tossing it into the nearby trash bag.

“For now.”

“Fuck you.” There was no hesitation in his response, as he turned to fully face the other man. Jay wasn’t much bigger than Adam, maybe a bit broader in the shoulders, but that was about it. He wasn’t whatsoever intimated by the other man, especially knowing he was the one in the right.

“Fuck you, too,” Jay retorted with no reluctance himself. “You came outta nowhere, thinking you had any right to be involved in our family, and you didn’t. No one, no one, thinks it’s OK how you got with Bren.”

“…and what? You wanted me to what? Ask for your permission to date her? What are you, from the fucking Stone Age? Brenna is a human. She can make her own decisions.”

“She was messed up, going through some really tough shit, and you…you of all fucking people….” Jay just glared at the less-tattooed man, not finishing his thought.

“What? What did I of all fucking people do? Comfort her? Make her feel safe? Take care of her? Love her? I’m not fucking sorry.”

The silence that followed the moment allowed Adam to fully take stock of what he’d said.

Love.

Did he love Brenna?

They’d only been together really a couple months. Things had been entirely sideways in their relationship only a couple months before then. Despite how much she’d meant to him, and how poorly he’d went about handling those feelings, it was still a relationship in infancy. It was a bit soon for love, wasn’t it?

Was he just trying to get the better of Jay by saying it?

Fuck.

Brenna. She was…everything good he’d ever understood, that was true. She didn’t deserve to be a sticking point in an argument, a petty argument at that.

Jay seemed to just as much realize the declaration the younger man had made. And was just as quiet in response to it.

It was better to ignore the situation.

“Listen. If you just came here to start shit, then don’t bother, and leave. This bullshit isn’t going to make any of us better, and I’m not about to let Bren have to deal with it anymore.” Adam’s assertion was made in a fierce tone, a tone that Jay had honestly only heard once before. The time when he’d confronted Adam in a parking lot.

“No, you listen. That’s not… I’m not here for this back and forth bullshit,” Jay admitted, some of his intensity dissipating. He hadn’t come here for a fight, and he needed to remember that. He needed to make his original goal his mission.

“I just… you’re gonna be gone right?” Adam nodded briefly in agreement. “Then, I want Bren to know… With you not around as much, I wanna make sure she’s taken care of.”

“She’ll be fine. She has friends.”

It was clear what Adam was saying with emphasis on the last word, and both knew that. Friends. Friends that weren’t Jay. Friends that cared for her and didn’t judge her. Friends that wanted the best for her without question. Friends that didn’t start fights with her. Friends that accepted their relationship.

“I’m not sorry for being worried about her being with you. I ain’t ever gonna apologize for that,” Jay declared. “But…Bren…she’s headstrong, always has been. I know that and I gotta accept that. Appreciate that. So…I don’t…my history with her, it isn’t gone, and it’ll never be gone. I don’t have to be happy with her, but I can’t forget her.”

“Well you’ve done a pretty damn good job of forgetting her these last couple months,” Adam pointed out, crossing his arms over his chest. “She hasn’t once mentioned you, or you reaching out to make things better.”

“Two-way street, buddy.”

“What did you want from her, huh? To come crawling back to you, tell you she was sorry she was with me and you were right? You just fucking told me you respect her being strong. That strength isn’t just when you like it. Her strength right now is in refusing to let you control her and change her mind on something she believes in. And I’m glad that something is me.”

Adam watched as Jay became tenser, and squared his own shoulders in response. If this verbal disagreement was about to turn into a physical one, he was ready.

“…I hope you’re not this much of a prick to her,” Jay stated.

“Get the fuck out of my house.” Adam glared at the other man as he spoke. This conversation was over as far as he was concerned. While Jay had approached him with the best of intentions seemingly, it was clear he was still not over his own issues and bullshit opinions. Adam was tired of this conversation, and he had no desire to have Brenna have to deal with anything Jay Briscoe tonight either. “I said, get out. Go!”

“No,” Jay refused, crossing his own arms over his chest. “I am not leaving here until you understand where I’m coming from.”

“OH? It seems you’re coming from the place of being the fucking douche you’ve been being for a while. Brenna is better than this petty shit you’re throwing at us. She doesn’t need it or want it or deserve it. And I will NOT let you upset her tonight with this bullshit.” Adam paused for a moment, restraining himself from taking a step closer to the other man. “I will remove you from my house if I have to.”

Jay didn’t respond for a beat, instead cocking his head ever so much as he looked at Adam.

Adam waited for his next move, fully ready to fulfill his declarations and drag the man from the premises if had to. He knew he’d have backup in the matter if needed.

“…do me a favor,” Jay posed. “All this hate and anger, all this passion you have for Brenna’s wellbeing, don’t ever lose it.”

That was very much the last thing Adam expected to hear from Jay right then.

And Jay sticking out his hand for a shake, that was the last thing Adam expected to see.

“Be good to her. And I’ll make sure to do the same when you’re gone.”

It still didn’t seem real, and if questioned about it, Adam wouldn’t be able to explain why he slowly extended his own hand to take the other. Part of him just wanted the situation to be over, but another part of him….

He stayed on guard through the action, half-expecting Jay to pull him in and try to punch him still. Instead, Jay shook his hand, and then turned and walked away without further words.

Adam was still for a second, watching the retreating back of the elder Briscoe, before grabbing a beer from the nearby cooler.

He needed it.

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Brenna was thoroughly enjoying her night. She was currently nursing a liquor drink and laughing with Corino and Kaz as they told her some ‘baby Adam’ stories she’d never heard before. She didn’t know where her significant other was at that moment, but she hoped he stayed away so she could continue to get blackmail material.

Eventually, she couldn’t ignore the chill that was starting to run through her body. Apparently, the long sleeve she was in, wasn’t enough, and she needed another layer. She excused herself from her friends, heading into the house and down to the bedroom. Digging around in Adam’s things, she took out one of his zip-ups and pulled it on, relishing in its size and Adam-ness.

When she came back down the hallway and into the kitchen, she came face to face with someone she had not expected to see.

“What are you doing here?”

“Shit, it’s good to see you too,” Jay replied, his eyes scanning over her, taking in her full appearance. Brenna tightened her hand at her side, trying to remember to not crush her cup in her other hand.

“Can’t say the same,” she snidely retorted. Brenna brushed passed him, heading back out the door into the backyard. She heard him follow after her.

“Yikes,” he stated, as he was able to use his much longer stride to pass by her. Brenna stopped walking as he stood in front of her, not really giving her a choice in her actions. “When did you get so callous?”

“Callous? Did someone buy you a thesaurus recently?” His jaw tightened and shifted. Brenna held her gaze with his, trying to keep her back as straight as she could. “Jay, if you’re here to cause shit, then just leave. Go. What’s happened is done and nothing’s changed.”

“I dunno bout that,” he said, causing her eyebrows to draw down ever so slightly. “Come on bug, just hear me out.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“A’ight, fine. Brenna, hear me out.” It took everything in her to not lash out at him. She rolled her shoulders back, before giving a small nod of her head. “I talked to Cole a little while ago.”

Her immediate thought was: bullshit. Except Jay looked entirely serious.

“You know, you’re gonna be out on the road, and he’s not. That ain’t gonna be easy.”

“You don’t say,” was her sarcastic response.

“Will you just fucking stop and listen to me?” She reluctantly bit back another retort. “Man, you’ve got this idea that you’re the only one who isn’t happy with how shit is, and you’re wrong. I get it, OK? We’re on bad terms. Shit, you think Mandy hasn’t been at me constantly over this?”

Hearing that his wife was unhappy with their situation was bittersweet. She had considered the woman a friend as well, and suddenly she realized in cutting out Jay she’d cut his better half out too, which was no fault of Mandy’s. Brenna had felt justified in this until now. Now she felt a bit bad, honestly.

“I get it, alright? I have to let you do what you want to do. But I don’t have to be happy about it.”

“You can be unhappy, but you don’t have to be a dick about it. You have no right to hate me for trying to be happy.”

“I don’t hate you. I hate what you’re doing.”

“OK. Sure. Because that distinction has been made oh so clear?” Brenna rolled her eyes. “Jay, I don’t wanna do this again. I can’t. So just…say what you feel you have to and leave me alone.”

“…do you know what I did after you called me to tell me Evan was gone?”

This was not the turn in the conversation Brenna saw coming. It wasn’t something she ever expected to talk about with Jay ever, honestly. All she could do in response was barely shrug.

“I cried,” he admitted.

Brenna didn’t know what to do with that information.

“You were so…I’d never heard you so hurt before. And I knew I couldn’t do anything to change it. And he was my friend too, ya know? We had a lot of good nights all out together. But knowing you were…you were so broken up…it was a fucking nightmare for me. … Ev always trusted me to watch out for ya, and I couldn’t do anything for you then.”

“I don’t want to talk about this,” she decided. “It doesn’t matter now.”

“Yea, it fucking does.” Jay waited to make sure she wasn’t about to scamper off and away from him. “It matters because I don’t think you realize how much you mean to me. I ain’t out here acting like I am just for fun. I’m trying to watch out for you.”

“Well, that’s a nice sentiment, but what you’re actually doing is making things worse for me.”

“Yea, I got that, I guess.” Jay paused, sighing. “Do I fully trust Cole? Hell no. But I don’t not trust him a little bit either. It’s been a couple months, you seem good. But a couple months isn’t that long. He can still be who I know he’s capable of bein’.”

“You don’t have to trust him,” Brenna allowed. “But don’t you trust me?”

“I always did.”

“The only thing stopping you now is you then. Fuck Jay, this is my life, my choices. I think I’m making really good ones honestly. I feel…OK, again. The best I’ve felt in a while. Adam is a huge part of that. And if for some insane reason it goes sour, then, that was my mistake to make.”

“I know… Look, this doesn’t fix it all, I know that. I said some stuff to Adam tonight too, just wanted to try to make the peace I guess. Just…when we’re out on the road, don’t… I’m around if you need something, a’ight?”

That was a Jay Briscoe apology if she ever heard one.

“…yea, alright.”

It was a shaky truce at best, and they both knew that. Time would be necessary to heal these wounds. But it seemed at least they were both willing to work through it out for now.

“Bug, I mean that,” Jay reiterated. “I’m not just…. You’re in for a lot, and I don’t…I want you to know you’re not just… It’ll be OK, OK?”

Brenna took some type of pleasure in watching Jay stumble over his words, struggle to convey what he was trying to mean.

“I knew that…before you said it,” she replied. “Momma ain’t raised no weakling.”

“No, that she certainly didn’t,” he laughed in agreement.

Brenna smiled at his laugh, feeling just the tiniest bit lighter. While Jay had a lot of ground to cover with her as far as getting her to trust and want him around again, it was a nice start to redemption for her.

Looking across the yard, her eyes caught Adam’s, as he stood talking with Matt and Nick. He looked thoroughly concerned but was clearly keeping himself from storming over to the pair. As a means to settle her clearly agitated boyfriend, she winked and smiled a bit.

Things were looking better, but what she really wanted to know was what Jay had said to Adam earlier. That would really matter in her outlook and future decisions.

What if I was made for you and you were made for me? What if this is it, what if it’s meant to be? What if I ain’t one of them fools just playin’ some game? What if I just pulled you close, what if I leaned in, And the stars line up and it’s our last first kiss? What if one of these days baby I’d go and change your name? What if I loved all these what ifs away?

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HOLY SHIT. If you just read this, I am amazed. This chapter has been the bane of my existence for months. I have never labored and fretted over a chapter so much before. THANK YOU to everyone that’s stuck it out with me. Thank you to my incomparable crew @allhailthe-demonking @chasingeverybreakingwave @thegenericluchadora @running-ropes and ESPECIALLY @spine-buster for the HOURS of brainstorming/plotting/whining/complaining/comforting/supporting/proofreading/pushing-me-to-keep-going. Here is hugely to hoping the next part doesn’t take 7 months to come out (it won’t).

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supernormaleverything · 7 years

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here are some selfies from 2017. thanks for the tag @bbmbabe i’m tagging anyone who wants to do this!

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imnotgloria · 7 years

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Obedient Pt3//Zack Sabre Jr.

AN: the final and sexually explicit part of this little saga. tagged anyone who like that last part.

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You spent the next couple of weeks making an effort to look and dress as innocent as you could. Zack had certainly paid you more attention but for the most part he kept his hands to himself, only giving your bum a quick squeeze once whilst out at the pub after a show.

So today you'd decided to go the other direction. Black jeans and an army green cropped sweater. You did you makeup a little darker and styled your hair a little messier.

It didn't take long to get a reaction. As you walked towards the venue from your car you heard someone slam their door behind you, followed by rushed footsteps. Suddenly Zack was in front of you blocking your path.

“What are you doing?” he barked.

“Walking to the office,” you retorted as you tried to step around him, not giving any eye contact.

“No… this,” he motioned a hand at you as he blocked you again. “Why are you not in your good girl clothes? Did I tell you that you're allowed to dress like this?” Zack was visibly pissed.

Again you tried to step around him but he took a handful of the neck of your sweater pulling you back in front of him.

“You will be punished for this.” he growled at you before letting go, he then stepped to your side and motioned for you to walk on, keeping a metre behind you until you reached the office and then he disappeared.

You didn't see him for the rest of the day but late in the afternoon a post-it appeared on your desk that read: Tonight. My hotel room. Dress appropriately. Z x

When you'd gotten home you pulled out almost the entirety of your wardrobe. He wanted innocent, he was going to get angelic!

A white butt hugging skirt and strappy blouse, hair immaculate and light glittery makeup. You even switched out your handbag for a white one. It had taken you a good couple of hours to get ready, so you didn't leave your apartment until almost 10pm, but ‘tonight’ was ambiguous.

Zack flung the door open within a second of you knocking. You stepped in suddenly feeling very nervous about what was to come. As you stood in his room, Zack circled you slightly judging your outfit choice. He made a noise of approval before mumbling “It's a shame you won't be wearing that skirt for long.”

Zack took your bag from your hands and left it on a chair. Placing a hand on your back he steered you towards the bed. Sitting himself down on the end of the bed, he positioned you to stand in front of him.

“Now, take it off.” Zack’s’ voice was so calm it was almost scary. You had frozen like a deer in headlights, completely unsure of yourself or what to do. “Okay…” Zack sighed. “This time I'll do it for you, but in future you're going to have to do as you're told.” Still staying calm he pulled you closer to him so that you were stood between his legs, facing him. Zack slid his hands slowly up from your hips, pushing your top up, continuing the movement until your shirt was off over your head and dropped to the floor. He studied your lacy pink bra for a moment, running his fingertips over your breast lightly. As his hands made their way down to the waist of your skirt he dug his nails in slightly, making your breath hitch. Zack turned you to face away from him before squeezing your ass with both hands.

“You really do look so good in this skirt, baby.” His voice sounded a little rougher as he slowly pulled the fabric down over your butt. Pausing to squeeze again, this time with a little bite on the left cheek. You squeaked at the feel of his teeth on you. “Shh baby girl.” It was definitely an order. The authority was creeping into the situation slowly.

You stepped out of your skirt as it fell to your feet, kicking to away with your top. In one very swift move Zack had stood up, turned you to face him and then span you both so that your back hit the mattress with him craning over your body. One hands holding himself up beside your head, the other creeping up your thigh. Eyes burning their way up your body to meet yours.

“You are so beautiful and so well behaved.” Zack purred leaning down closer to you.

For the first time since all these games started Zack pressed his lips to yours, so gentle at first but a fever soon boiled over within him becoming more desperate and bruising. Trailing down to your neck with bites and suckles, Zack’s hands made quick work of your bra throwing it off to join your other clothes. You let out a whimper as his hips met yours, legs instinctively raising around his waist to grant more friction. His tongue swirled one nipple whilst a thumb played with the other. Your eyes fluttered closed as you tried to take in the pleasure around you, this time letting out a more substantial moan. Zack sat up on his knees instantly.

“Now, angel, I'm going to let that one slide. But please be a good girl and stay quiet for me.” You may have heeded his warning if he hadn't also been thumbing a circle around your still clothed clit, but instead you moaned softly again. Without skipping a beat his free hand was on your throat, squeezing ever so slightly. “That one is not excused.” Zack’ voice was harsher than you'd ever heard it before if this were any other situation you'd have been terrified of him. But the dark lustfulness that filled his eyes made you want to beg for more.

“You will stay silent during this, or I will punish you” Zack stepped back off the bed, pulling your panties with him. Grabbing your legs he pulled you closer to the edge of the bed and knelt down between them. His hot and heavy breath ghosting over you was almost enough alone to send you over.

He grasped both of wrists to hold then by your side and placed little kisses to your inner thighs getting ever closer to you wet center. Zack’s warm tongue pressed into you whilst he sucked on your clit. His grip on your wrists was solid as you desperately tried to pull them free, wanting to cover your face to help stifle any noise you may let out. Your breathing was erratic as you writhed under him, the first orgasm hitting you like a train. He released your arms and stood wiping his mouth with his tshirt as he pulled it off.

“Good girl, and so tasty for me,” His smirk audible. “Play with yourself for me.” One of your hands slid down to your sensitive spot and your gently caressed yourself as he pulled off his jeans and boxers, standing over you as he nursed his thick hardon. Zack climbed back onto you and nudged your hand out of the way. With no warning he pushed the head of his cock into you. One of your hands flew straight to cover your mouth, the other to Zack’ chest in an effort to stall him. He removed both, lifting them above your head as he leant down to kiss you, slipping further into you, bottoming out as the kiss ended. Your pussy tight and pulsing around him already, you tried to wordlessly beg him to move. With a smirk and a kiss to your jaw Zack started a slow pace. Despite all the demands and control, this still felt passionate. Zack still wanted to please you. So once again you lost yourself in the moment as your hand slid into his hair, letting out a breathy “Fuck..” when you tugged lightly on his hair.

The noise that erupted from within Zack was animalistic. Before you could even gauge what was happening, you were laying on your front. “You were doing so well, baby, but you had to spoil it.” Smack. His hand crashed down on your ass. You bit into the bed covers to hide your scream. “You have to learn to behave yourself.” Smack. Your other check receiving the same treatment. Zack pushed your knees to bend so your ass was presented to him. “As it seems there's no point asking you to stay quiet-” he said venomously “you can carry on, but I'm not playing nice anymore.”

He reentered you fully, this time not pausing for you to adjust, thrusting into you with much more power. Taking a handful of your hair Zack pulled you up so you were pressed against him. His other hand traveled to you clit to rub circles as he continued to pound into you. A second wave of euphoria crashes over you, twitches and shaking within his arms. Screaming his name and a mix of curses. Zack manhandled you so that you were on your knees on the floor pushing his cock into your mouth and fucking it until he came hot streams of cum down your throat with a load groan. As he pulled out of you, you let his load dribble slightly out of your lips, eyes wide and watering, looking up at him for approval. “Look at you, filthy slut.” Zack pulled a tissue from the nightstand to wipe away the mess as you swallowed the rest. He smiled as he helped you back to your feet. Lifting the covers and pulling you in with him. “You're a good girl, but you really do need to learn to do as you're told.” Zack kissed you on the lips, the cheek, the forehead. Stroking your back to aid you in your come down, you both drifted off.

#zack sabre jr imagine #wrestling imagine #wrestling smut #fiction

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winedwords · 7 years

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Refreshing the old tag train and making sure everyone knows I'm alive and still here

Lemme know if this is correct still/if anyone wants on the tag train

tag forever train:

@irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @laochbaineann @bettergetusetoit @newjapan @dorkyvillain @helluvawriter @mox-midget @tranquilogringo @bodhi-black @randomfandompenguin @ratthewmiddle @cobblehearts @covergirlcollarbones @thedeboniardevistation @amaranthine-reign @leelakoiwolff @crookedmoonsaultpunk @ambrosegirlforever @princess3733 @ourtwistedworld @brokenwinchesterr @bbmbabe @alexahood21 @mrsuniverse @sorleino @sweet-and-stormy @wrasslin-x @iloveenzoamore@crossfitjesusinskinnyjeans

@sarahmatthews7 @littledeadrottinghood @wwelife0014 @alexispoo @amantedelcalcio @wrasslesmut @50shadesofadamcolebaybay @harleyquinnized @cosmicswimming @screamersdontdance @wwe-smutfics @alexahood21 @tmsixone @daintymissdevitt @mistressbalor @lady-laura-speaks @nickysmum1909 @wwewritings @mgswdw @finnbaelorxx @shadow-of-wonder @valeonmars @rollinsdar @neeadinghugs @squirrel666 @jenn0755 @actualamyautopsy @amantedelcalcio @ladylillianrose @thebutterflygirl16 @spot-of-bother @aye-its-shaianne @breezy14fan @blondekel77 @skrillexslays13 @lisa-likes-wrasslin @danikajessyfandoms @charismatickilljoy @sunflowers-and-swear-words @beckyylynchs @baeckyshorsewomen @darkgalaxy14 @superrezzy00 @blood-fells @nerdy-cinnaqueen @somewhere-in-ambrose-asylum @ohthatgirl-taylor  @anerdysouthernbelle @shieldgirl95

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loafsforever · 7 years

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the coolest @bbmbabe tagged me to post some selfies, thanks💞💞 i havent taken a lot of selfies lately so i just mostly picked some pics my friends took i tag @carriecomehome @coatails @indiedadsclub1998 @concept-oftheuniverse

#face #its been a lonnnng time since ive posted a selfie

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ashleyresch · 6 years

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it’s #humpday bitches 🔥and it’s almost one week till my birthday @bespokeyyc photographer: @photograaphv hair: @alliehairgod at @maddpretty eyebrows: @permanentbeautybyrobin body by: @bbmovement #ashleyresch #bbmovement #bbmbabes #bossbybbm #yycmodel #yvrmodel #lamodel #yyzmodel (at Calgary, Alberta)

#yvrmodel #lamodel #bossbybbm #humpday #bbmbabes #yyzmodel #ashleyresch #bbmovement #yycmodel

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londonthunderr · 6 years

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RULES: Bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, and tag nine people!

Tagged by myself (lol forever alone)

AIR: I have small hands • I love the night sky • I watch small animals and birds when I pass them by • I drink herbal tea • I wake to see dawn • The smell of dust is comforting • I’m valued for being wise • I prefer books to music • I meditate • I find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE: I don’t have straight hair • I like to wear ripped jeans and overalls • I play an organized sport • I love dogs • I am not afraid of adventure • I love to talk to strangers • I always try new foods • I enjoy road trips • Summer is my favorite season • My radio is always playing

WATER: I wear bracelets on my wrists • I love the bustle of the city • I have more than one set of piercings • I read poetry • I love the sound of a thunderstorm • I want to travel the world • I sleep past midnight most days • I love dimly lit diners and fluorescent signs • I re-watch kids’ shows out of nostalgia • I see emotions in colors not words

EARTH: I wear glasses • I enjoy doing the laundry • I am a vegetarian or vegan • I have an excellent sense of time • My humor is very cheerful • I am a valued advisor to my friends • I believe in true love • I love the chill of mountain air • I’m always listening to music • I am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER: I go without makeup in my daily life • I make my own artwork • I keep on track of my tasks and time • I always know true north • I see beauty in everything • I can always smell flowers • I smile at everyone I pass by • I always fear history repeating itself • I have recovered from a mental disorder • I can love unconditionally

My tags: @lilarakeasheisakillersqueen @quite-a-heartbeat @bbmbabe @malter-gervers @walnutseed @mycompass-andmysea @wornoutdisco

#I thought it was cute

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wrestlewriting · 7 years

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31 Little Wrestling Fics Challenge (October Wrestling Challenge)

Tagging: @running-ropes @tyferbebe @chasingeverybreakingwave @thegenericluchadora @theprestigious0ne @alexahood21 @castielscamander @spine-buster @heelturn-timesten @crookedmoonsaultpunk @nickysmum1909 @morgunsilver @wrasslin-rollins @morgancorbin @reigningambrollins @bbmbabe @allhailthe-demonking @rebelfleur22 @im-indestructible @heelstarla @sixdegreesofsamson @vixxyvampire @ihtscuddlesbeeetchx3 @valeonmars @pjanina13 @bolieve-that @therealfivefeetoffuckingfury @thewriterformerlytaggedas @fan-fiction-galore @songsofasirenqueen @sleeplessandcynical @thedeboniardevistation @thebadchic @cfloyd776 @spooky-spot-of-bother

Quote: 19. “Just focus on me. Everything will be fine.”

Location: 1. Haunted House

Situation: 3. Trick or treating.

Supernatural element: 23. Stupidly accurate horoscope app

Finn Balor (this was my choice)

This is fluff. For not all spooky things need to be scary.

I hope you enjoy!!!

“A rapid change is taking place in your life now, and it may be causing you some stress and worry. But isn’t this precisely the kind of change you figured you would need to resolve a few of your more pressing matters? Although this feels sudden and out of control, it will all fall into place rather quickly. And yes, this is exactly what you sought from the universe. It just seems to be taking place all at once, which can seem overwhelming. Just trust what you requested of the universe is unfolding, and let that be your comfort.”

Bennett was a smart girl, honestly. She didn’t believe everything she heard or read, not before doing her own research on the matter. She trusted science and knew better than to think her viewpoint was the only viewpoint.

That said, just for laughs, she always read her daily horoscope on an app on her phone. She didn’t put any faith in it, didn’t live her life by it, and if somehow it ever came true she just said ‘huh’ and moved on about her life. Most of the time, Bennett read it and decided it’s vagueness was a safe method to make it true for everyone.

The app she had downloaded was the highest rated. To her, that just meant it was the least-glitchy to use. The program, which included things like daily horoscopes and Chinese zodiac interpretations, was fun to flip through when she was bored.

And that’s how she found herself that morning. Well, not bored necessarily. But alone in the living room, a cup of coffee in her one hand, the TV on quietly projecting the local morning news. She’d already been through Facebook, Instagram, Twitter…the usual suspects for mindless morning activities before getting ready for work.

Her horoscope for the day made her smirk. What rapid change? This was the steadiest her life had ever been, ever. Six months ago, she had married Finn. He was regularly on the road wrestling, but even that had settled into a routine. He was gone, typically, the same days of the week, unless there was an overseas tour. And Bennett worked Monday through Friday at one of the local elementary schools as the secretary.

Everything was smooth sailing for them at this time. She knew it probably wouldn’t last entirely, because life, but she was going to enjoy it while she could.

Finn didn’t like her ‘horoscope commitment’ as he called it. He thought it was all hokey and cheesy, a true waste of time. Even though she wasn’t taking it seriously, he still felt she could do without it altogether. It probably didn’t help that she regularly read him his own predictions without prompting.

Putting down her phone and coffee, she stood up and stretched out her body. She needed to start getting ready for the day. Heading back upstairs, she quietly went back into the bedroom, where Finn was still partially under the covers, asleep. She went into the attached bathroom, shutting the door after herself.

By the time she’d finished showering, did her hair and makeup, and put on the clothes she’d laid out for herself the night before, Finn was no longer in the bed.

Downstairs she found him in the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee. He was dressed in just low-slung gym shorts, his hair messy. Just-woken-up-Finn was one of her top five favorite versions of her husband, honestly.

“Morning babe,” she greeted as she walked past him, her hand gliding across his lower back, a short kiss going to his shoulder.

“Mornin’,” he mumbled, clearly still trying to come to terms with being up for the day. Bennett smirked to herself, going into the living room to retrieve her phone and cup from earlier. Back in the kitchen, she went about putting her lunch together and getting her work bag from the nearby table. By the time she set the items on the counter, Finn appeared more awake.

“Horoscope today told me big changes are coming for me. So today should be momentous,” Bennett solemnly said, before a wide grin took over her face. She knew exactly what she was doing.

“You, need help,” Finn declared, shaking his head briefly, before sipping at his cup.

“Let’s see what you need to be focused on today,” she decided happily, her attention going to her phone.

“Benn, baby, please, no,” he all but whined.

“AHEM,” Bennett dramatically cleared her throat. “‘You are finally about to get something you have wanted. But now that it is close, you may feel another option that was less desirable is actually the better choice. Sometimes making a difficult decision can be as easy as seeing the best choice taken away. Only then does desperation kick in, and you recognize what’s really important to you. That may be the case now, Leo, and you must act quickly if you want to change direction. It is not too late to change your mind, and your path,’” Bennett read from her phone. When she was done, she looked up to meet Finn’s gaze. He was leaned over the counter now, his mug between both his hands. Neither said a word at first until Bennett raised her eyebrows and made a ‘what about that’-type face at him, which caused him to laugh.

“You got any big decision to be makin’?”

“Not that I can think of, no,” Finn humored her. “And even then, it would be ‘bout work most likely.”

“…mmhmm…” Bennett replied suspiciously, narrowing her eyes at him briefly. Finn rolled his own, not suppressing a bemused smile to go along with the action. “Well, whatever it is, I guess it’s out of your hands now.”

“Apparently,” he chuckled. Bennett came around the corner, leaning over to meet him in a kiss. “You’ll be home ‘bout 4, yea?”

“That’s the plan,” she confirmed, kissing him again, before going to pick up her bags from the counter. “I told Harper to bring the kids here around 6.”

“Got it.”

“Did you decide on your costume for the night?”

“…sure.” Bennett leveled a look at him, to which he raised one hand in a pacifying manner. “It’ll be sorted before the night, I promise.”

“It better be. The kids are super excited for this,” she said.

“Never done somethin’ like this before, so it’ll be interestin’ for sure,” Finn agreed.

Sometimes Bennett forgot that many of the US traditions and customs weren’t world-widely accepted and that Finn didn’t do these kinds of things growing up.

Which made the plan for the night even more fun, honestly. Getting to see him experience new things for the first time, sharing things with him that Bennett loved doing, was cool, to say the least. And Halloween was her absolute favorite holiday and they didn’t get to spend it together often.

Bennett and Finn had arranged to take her niece and nephew to a local shopping center where the stores were doing trick-or-treating for Halloween. Also in the plaza was a pop-up haunted house, which had five separate ‘houses’ within it.

Bennett adored her niece and nephew, of ages 9 and 11 years old, respectively. Their younger sister, only 5 years old, wasn’t coming on the excursion.

Jessa, in true middle child fashion, was the most vocal. Jordan, he played the stoic big brother role perfectly when he chose to.

They were both smart, intuitive, honest. It was sometimes to a fault, but endearing, after the fact.

And they loved their Uncle Finn. When Bennett had initially said she wanted to take the kids to the event, Finn had been the one to point out Halloween fell on a day he’d be home this year. After clearing the matter with her sister, who was honestly more than happy to not have to handle the two rambunctious kids on a holiday made for chaos, the plan had been set.

Both Jessa and Jordan had shrieked and tackled them when told they’d be doing trick-or-treating with their Aunt and Uncle, and also going to haunted houses. Honestly, Bennett couldn’t remember seeing them so excited before. And she was beyond ready for the awesome night to happen as well.

“OK, well, get your rest today. Chasing those two around is gonna be a lot of work,” Bennett advised, kissing him once again as she took out her car keys.

“I’ll consider it my cardio for the day,” Finn decided, making her laugh. “Love you, beautiful.”

“Love you,” she echoed before turning and leaving the house. Now all she had to do was survive Halloween in an elementary school for the day.

Bennett finally made it home, almost an hour after the time she had intended to. There had been two car accidents, and general bad traffic, holding her up on her commute.

She hated feeling rushed, but now she had no choice but to be.

While in traffic, she’d called Finn and told him to start getting ready and she would be home as soon as she could. Finn had been calm and relaxed about the matter, assuring her it would all be OK and they had plenty of time for the night.

He was, as always, the calm to her storm.

Bennett didn’t even spare a glance as she tossed her bags onto the kitchen counter, set on getting ready in her costume. She had less than an hour, and she knew her hair alone would take up half that time.

“Babe! Where are you?”

“In here,” Finn’s voice came from the living room. Bennett walked quickly in there, prepared to see him not at all ready for the night.

What she found standing before her, however, was anything but.

“Oh…oh…my fucking…FINN.” Bennett couldn’t finish a thought as she was having a hundred of them at once as she took in Finn’s appearance.

Starting at the top, his dark hair was gone, covered by a bald cap. He had on a black T-shirt, the large white lettering on it proudly displaying ‘Gallows & Anderson’ among other words. And his bottom half was adorned in black tights, the strange face-mask-with-swords logo clear on his thighs. His right arm even had drawings across it, imitating tattoos.

“Hey,” Finn greeted her with a nod of his head.

Her laughter was immediate and loud.

“Come ‘ere, and Too Sweet me,” he requested, holding his hand up, his American accent something special to hear.

Bennett was holding onto the back of the couch, shaking with hysterics, definitely unable to do anything he had just requested.

“Finn, oh…what the… hell?” She finally got out words between her laughs. Finn was just smiling brightly at her, clearly proud of himself.

“What? Told ya I had a costume worked out,” he stated, speaking back in his normal voice. Bennett managed to take in a few deep breaths, her laughter subsiding, but the bemused look on her face still just as strong.

“You look ridiculous,” she declared. Finn dramatically gasped, putting his hand on his heart.

“How dare you! I’m tellin’ Karl you said that,” he replied.

“Oh, I didn’t say Karl looks ridiculous. This look works for him. It’s you that this is a special kind of special for,” Bennett explained, waving her hand to indicate the costume. Finn looked down at himself, before shrugging his shoulders and looking back to her.

“It’s actually kinda nice wearin’ clothes.”

“I’m gonna have to strongly disagree with you.” Bennett wiggled her eyebrows, which made Finn laugh. “OK, this has been entertaining, and I know the rest of the family will say the same. But now it’s time for me to go get ready.”

“Can’t wait to see.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” she teased, before turning and quickly going upstairs.

Bennett had decided on her costume just last week, but it had been easy enough to put together, given a couple of the items were already in their house.

As she had predicted, doing her hair took the longest, followed by her make-up. The outfit was simple enough, something she could just slide into.

By the time she was done, her sister had texted stating they were on their way. As her family lived only a town over, she knew they would be there rather quickly.

Glancing over herself once more in the floor length mirror, she fluffed her hair and headed back downstairs to where she’d left Finn in the living room.

Bennett’s red heels clicked along their wooden floor as she came around the couch and stood in front of it, allowing Finn to take in her whole look.

And he was definitely taking it in, his eyes widening as they scanned over every inch of her. Her legs were encased in leather-look skintight leggings, her upper half covered with a black leather jacket. Her red-tinted hair was partially pinned up, but full of curls.

With a rehearsed confidence, Bennett trailed her hands down the lapels of the leather jacket slowly, before pulling it open, revealing her torso, which was covered in tight black material as well, a belt high on her waist.

“Tell me about it, stud,” she purred out, shifting her weight to one leg, cocking her hip just a bit.

“Damn, baby,” Finn finally spoke.

“Wanna see the best part?” He nodded quickly. Bennett smiled, and with a purposeful step, turned herself so her back was facing him, revealing the Balor Club logo embroidered on the back of her leather jacket.

“That is…amazin’,” he confirmed, with an awed-sounding laugh following his words. “…shit. You’re so hot.”

“If you’re good, maybe tonight you can meditate in my direction,” Bennett offered cheekily, turning back around to face him. Finn laughed outright, standing up to come to her. His arm slid around her waist, his hand pressing into the small of her back, bringing her body against his.

“I love you, ya know that?”

“Heard it a few times. Always nice to hear it more,” she whispered, as he came closer to put his lips to hers. “Lipstick.”

“Don’t care.” And he didn’t apparently, as he kissed her thoroughly.

The doorbell ringing, followed by the door opening, and little feet hitting the entrance way broke them apart quickly.

“AUNT NETTIE!” Jessa’s voice carried very easily through the house. Bennett and Finn stepped back from each other, turning to watch as the small zombie came barreling into the room. Dressed in a tattered and shredded black shirt, which was over equally tattered leggings, she looked like she’d been through the wringer. Her hair was in frizzed out pigtails, her face made-up to appear paler, with various bloody cuts and scrapes on her exposed skin.

The costume didn’t surprise Bennett one bit. Her niece was into gore and horror, as much as any 9 year old should be allowed to be. Her sister and brother-in-law did their best to not expose the girl to anything too terrible, but Jessa was a fearless little soul and found it all fascinating.

It took her a moment to realize the beat up t-shirt was a Bullet Club t-shirt. It made her grin internally.

“Look at you! You look amazing!” Bennett praised her niece as she came over, hugging her to her waist. “I love it, Jessie!”

“You look so pretty,” the little girl told her aunt. “And Uncle Finn, you look silly.”

“Thanks, kid,” Finn replied with a laugh, as Jessa giggled going to also hug him in greeting. “Nice shirt.”

“Hey everyone,” Harper greeted, entering the room.

“Where’s the other one?”

“Oh, you mean your husband?”

“What?” Bennett questioned, confused and almost concerned.

And then Jordan came into view and her jaw dropped.

He was Finn. Well, dressed like Finn Bálor, essentially.

On his head rested the headdress of red and black dangling fabrics. His face was painted, blacks and reds and whites, the illusion of teeth over his mouth.

Instead of being in wrestling gear, however, he had on one of Finn’s t-shirts, which had the simplistic design of also the white fangs. He was in black shorts, but his legs were mostly covered in shin pads. The pads had the teeth design on the knee, with red flames coming up his calves.

Bennett was truly speechless at first.

“Did you…did you know about this?” she finally questioned Finn.

“Where do you think he got some of the stuff?” Finn retorted with a laugh. “We have had this planned for weeks.”

“Yep,” Jordan confirmed, as he and Finn Two-Sweeted one another.

“Time. Out,” Bennett demanded. “So you’re telling me, you planned all of this with him? And Jessa’s shirt? Also on purpose?”

“Exactly,” Finn concurred with a wink. “It was actually Jordan’s idea that started the whole thing.”

Bennett looked down at her nephew, who was just staring back at her straight-faced. She assumed he was trying his hardest to play the part of ‘The Demon’.

“But…you didn’t know I was gonna be wearing your jacket? You didn’t know my costume!”

“…or did I?” Finn challenged, his tone mischievous.

And at that, it all clicked into place. Bennett’s eyes flashed to her sister’s, who was already grinning cheekily.

“Harper!”

“Oh come off it. This is adorable. And I know how excited you were for tonight, and how much you love Halloween, and I thought it would just be really special for you to have your family together as a unit.”

Bennett had no argument to that. And in fact, she was trying her hardest to keep the tears at bay, touched deeply at how much her family did for tonight to be so memorable.

“Alright! Let’s get some super awesome pictures that I’m highly tempted to use as my Christmas card, and send you all on your way!” Harper proclaimed.

The following half hour felt like a professional photo shoot. Pictures were taken of every possible combination of person; some serious, some silly. Bennett’s favorites she already knew would be of her and Finn with both the kids.

Bálor Club, represent.

“Is it time for the haunted houses?” Jessa asked for what felt like the hundredth time. From the moment they’d arrived at the shopping center, it was all she had been excited for. She enjoyed getting candy, as any kid did, but she really wanted to go see the horror show up close.

“Let’s first put your guys’ stuff in the car, and then yes, it is haunted house time,” Bennett explained, causing the little girl to cheer.

The trick-or-treating had been fun, and their group had received many looks and comments. Most of the comments came from little kids and their fathers, but some of the women present also understood the reference. That made Bennett happy.

After dropping off their items in the car, the group headed over to the haunted house storefront, standing in line to pay their admission. Once inside the large space, it was sensory overload. There were people everywhere, many in costume, and it was hard to tell who was visiting and who worked there. Along the perimeter were the entrances to the various houses, all having different themes.

“Where to first, guys?” Finn asked. Jordan just shrugged.

“I want…that one!” Jessa finally decided, pointing to the entrance that was directly in the middle. The outside façade of the maze was decorated with a large Crystal Ball, tarot cards, and glittering silver lights throughout. As they walked closer, there were also hands palm up painted on the wood, along with actual fake hands hanging. A couple swords were also present.

“Let’s do this then,” Bennett declared. “Before we go in though, you two need to stay with us, OK?” Both of the children nodded in understanding. Bennett wasn’t very worried about them wandering off, they’d been great about it all night. But she also knew how excited Jessa was, and sometimes excitement overrode common sense and safety.

As they wandered through the house, there were some jump-scares, and some creepy scenes to look at. But Bennett knew there was going to be the big thing at some point.

What she hadn’t expected was to be stopped at a room by a ‘guard’, who told them to wait. After a minute, he told them to enter the last room and “behold the wisdom of the woman prophet”.

The room they entered was dimly light, with fabrics draped all along. There were various objects tacked to the walls, creepy pictures, actual skulls, bloodied tarot cards. Candles were flickering throughout the space.

“Welcome, my children.” The woman was seated a table in the dead center of the room, dressed in typical ‘fortune teller’ fashion. Her clothes were flowing, various bits of jewelry on every part of her body possible. The table in front of her was covered in a rich fabric, a ball sitting in front of her. Beside it sat a clean deck of tarot cards, and on the other side, crystals and small vials of unknown things.

“Please, come closer,” the woman requested. Jessa didn’t even hesitate, and Bennett followed her. Jordan, who had repeatedly declared throughout the house how ‘dumb’ he found it, remained to the side with Finn.

“Please, tell me, what do you wish to know about?” But instead of waiting for Jessa to speak, the woman held up one of her hands sternly. “No, never mind. I do not need you to tell me, for the universe is telling me what you must know now.” She looked down at her ball, moving her hands around it. It lit up at her action, and Bennett had to appreciate the effects.

“Your existence is about to change,” the older woman stated, her gaze going from the crystal ball to Bennett’s face. “You’re going to bring more into this world.”

“OK?” Bennett laughed out.

“You, my dear, are made of the stars and the seas, of the heavens and the lands, and you are powerful in your finite existence. You are made to make, to extend, to expand, to create.” The women paused, making sure her eyes were with Bennett’s. “You are made to make something within in you that will change so many lives.”

Bennett looked at the woman for a moment longer, before turning to look at Finn who was already looking back at her with eyebrows raised.

“I bet you have a part in this, somehow,” she said, with a crooked smile. “You’re always involved in my biggest moments somehow.”

“What can I say darlin’, I’m here to assist,” Finn replied, with a short smirk.

“Wait, you have something in you? Like a baby?” Jessa asked, and Bennett’s head whipped around, her wide-eyes meeting her niece’s. “‘Cause that would be kinda cool.”

“I hope it’s a boy. I’m sick of being outnumbered in the family,” Jordan declared, crossing his arms over his chest. “Right, Uncle Finn?”

“Uh….” Your husband seemed just as surprised at the turn of the conversation as you were.

“Alright, cool, thanks,” Bennett diverted everyone’s attention, nodding towards the woman. “I think we are done here. Cool house. Nice work.”

“…this is not something to be ignored or belittled,” the woman replied sternly. “Embrace this, enjoy this. You are about to be everything you should be.”

“…wanna go to the next house?” Bennett didn’t even acknowledge the woman’s words, focusing only on Jordan.

“Yes, please,” he replied. And with that, she and Finn ushered the children through the last door, coming back out onto the open floor of the building.

“Aunt Nettie, are you pregnant?” Jessa asked directly.

“Not that I’m aware of,” Bennett answered flippantly.

“Can we help name the baby?” Her niece further questioned.

“There is no baby to name.”

“But what if there is? That lady seemed pretty sure,” Jordan argued, outnumbering Bennett in the conversation. She looked to Finn for help, but he too looked at a loss as to what to say.

“Listen, that woman, she is paid to act and spook us. That doesn’t mean what she says is real.”

“…OK.” Jordan conceded.

“Alright, so next house?” Finn finally spoke up, clapping his hands together. Jessa agreed enthusiastically, and Jordan chose for them to go through one that looked incredibly dark and gory.

They went through the rest of the houses, which were far more outwardly scary, full of clowns and serial killers and weapons.

But for Bennett, that first house remained the most memorable and jarring.

Four days later, Bennett found herself feeling like total junk, spending her Saturday in bed. She’d been sick early that morning but hadn’t since. She just felt tired and achy and unhappy all around.

When her phone rang, she threw an arm out to grab it from nearby.

“Yo,” she grumbled.

“Still feeling crappy?” Harper asked.

“I’m just…tired and I hurt and I wanna sleep but I feel like shit so I can’t fall asleep.”

“Sounds like the flu.”

“Great,” Bennett sighed, readjusting her head on her pillow.

“OR maybe you're pregnant.”

“…shut up.”

“What? The symptoms are similar, and that fortune teller did tell you…”

“Stop,” Bennett demanded. “You are ridiculous.”

“Don’t ignore that woman’s wise words. She said you are to make something within you.”

“Right now all I’m making in me is more barf probably.”

“Gross, Bennie.”

“You started it, Harpie.” Her older sister just sighed.

“Listen, I’m about to go grocery shopping. So I’ll bring some stuff over for you, ginger ale, Pepto, all that stuff, OK?”

“You are the greatest.”

“I know.” They said their goodbyes, and Bennett put the phone down beside her again. She curled into the pillow, letting out a long breath as she closed her eyes. She just wanted to sleep away this awfulness.

Bennett woke up, confused in her groggy state. The bedroom was darker than when she last remembered it being. After a moment of blinking and coming around, she grabbed around on the bed until she picked up her phone. The time read several hours from the last she saw.

She had a few texts from Finn, and one from Harper.

The ones from Finn were sending her love and well-wishes, telling her to sleep and rest and call him when she had a chance.

Harper’s was a bit longer. It explained she had stopped over but Bennett had been asleep, so she had let her be. She detailed the food and drinks she’d left downstairs. It stated she had left medicine on the bedside table for her as well.

At that, Bennett looked up and did find various stomach and digestive aids.

But amongst all that was a very obvious box, a picture of a stick clear as day across the front.

She texted her sister back, simply writing ‘Really?”. Harper’s response was just an emoji thumbs up.

Bennett stared at the box for many minutes, eventually getting up and grabbing it. She realized there were three tests in the box. It was like her sister knew she’d need several attempts at this, almost like she’d done the same thing with Jordan.

She reread the simple instructions several times before taking the first test. She needed to know exactly what to do, what to look for. Bennett wouldn’t chance doing this wrong or misinterpreting the results.

After taking the first test, she waited ten minutes and took the second.

And then she waited several, jittery, anxious, stressful hours, before taking the third and last.

By that time, it was well into the night. And in the darkness of her bedroom, she finally called her sister.

“They are all positive!”

“I KNEW IT!” Harper exclaimed. “Man, you need to go back and tip that fortune teller lady or something.”

“Harper, shut up,” Bennett commanded, her feelings keeping her from seeing any lightness in the moment. “…these could be wrong though, right?”

“That’s rare anymore,” her sister disagreed. “The first time I got pregnant I said the same thing, but my doctor told me typically positive is positive for at home tests. There’s always a chance but if it walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck….”

“It’s a dog in disguise?”

“Nice try,” Harper replied with a laugh. “Oh, man Bennie! You’re pregnant! I’m finally gonna be an Aunt!”

“…I’m not…sure what to do? What to feel? What to say? Oh god, should I tell Finn right now? We weren’t planning for this! OH SHIT. This is gonna throw so much out of whack.”

“Hey, breathe,” her sister advised. “You both want kids, and that’s what matters. You’ll figure it out. Yea, it’ll probably be a bit harder given his work, but there is nothing the two of you can’t get through together.”

“…I just…”

“It’s a lot.”

“SO MUCH,” Bennett corrected. “Shit. Fuck. I’m probably pregnant.”

“Most likely definitely.”

“I just…I’m gonna eat something and go to bed, and handle this tomorrow.”

“OK.” Harper offered no argument, knowing her sister’s usual style of handling large changes involved time for her initial emotions to subside. “Call if you need anything.”

“Will do.” After saying their ‘I love yous’ and ‘goodbyes’, Bennett sent a quick text to Finn telling him she was still feeling ill and was gonna sleep more. She knew it was a bit of a coward’s move to not tell him right away, but she wanted to make peace with the matter before telling him.

Finn had wanted to wait until he was off the road to have kids. Which was OK, in some ways, as Bennett was five years younger than him. But she had no desire to be a 40 year-old-first-time mom, either. Biological clock, and life logistics, and all that.

She knew he didn’t want to miss things, wanted to be a truly present father. But she saw how things were managed by Karl and his family, and knew it wasn’t necessarily needed to be a good family.

Of course, Bennett also knew she was not really like Karl’s wife, and she wasn’t sure she could handle raising a baby the majority of the time on her own. She was far more high-strung than Finn was, and she knew she would need him to be around to be the level-headed parent. Because if there was one thing she knew from watching her sister and being an aunt, it was that things tended to get naturally crazy with kids.

Bennett decided it was time to just put herself to bed. She didn’t want to overthink the situation anymore and decided she needed to tell Finn when he was face-to-face with her.

Sleep didn’t come easily, so Bennett found herself doing her usual; mindlessly playing around on her phone. Facebook, Instagram, Twitter…the same routine as always. And eventually, she came to the horoscope app.

“Something wonderful is beginning to bloom for you now, Gemini. You may be wondering if this is a quirk of fate or a coincidence. But don’t start questioning and dissecting this gift from the universe. If you become cynical or doubtful, you won’t get the full effect of this auspicious happening. If you are receiving a blessing, then the universe has deemed you worthy of it. So enjoy the hopeful, positive vibes you are feeling, embrace the goodness, smile, and be grateful.”

Bennett shut her phone off without a second thought and tossed it away from herself onto the bed.

There was no way….

It was Tuesday morning, and Finn was due home sometime that afternoon after his usual travel and work days.

Yesterday morning she’d called her doctor, who had told her the same thing her sister had, that at home tests were incredibly accurate. He made her an initial appointment for that Thursday to get an idea of where she was at in her pregnancy.

Bennett had chosen to take the day off from work, her emotions far too amped up about Finn returning and the situation for her to be at work.

Every conversation she’d had with Finn from Sunday until now, had been odd. She knew it, and she knew he knew it. She wanted to tell him, she did, but she also thought it would be nice to have him come home to the surprise.

Bennett had scoured the internet, accepting and rejecting ideas every minute on cute ways to tell him about their expanding family. Finally, she’d settled on something fall themed and cute. So she’d spent all Sunday going to stores and pumpkin patches until she was able to secure two large pumpkins and a tiny one to her liking.

The plan was to hollow out one of the bigger pumpkins, then cut a heart in the front, placing the smaller pumpkin in it. It was meant to allude to a ‘pregnant pumpkin’. The saying that people usually used with it was ‘We’re adding another pumpkin to our patch’. Bennett loved it. But now came the task of actually doing it.

Bennett had never been as good with art and creativity as her sister. Harper could easily create things: paintings, gifts, crafts. Bennett, though, had to put all her concentration and focus possible into the task at hand, and even then, they never looked as good as they should.

Making the little sign with orange paint about their growing pumpkin patch was easy enough. Her writing wasn’t the greatest, but even she thought it was cute.

It quickly became clear, however, that her bad luck streak of craft creation was going strong. She’d managed to hollow out the pumpkin just fine, but she’d messed up on cutting out the front. In an effort to correct the heart, it had become lopsided. And then in an effort to correct that, she’d essentially cut out the entire front side of the pumpkin, with barely the top part of the heart obvious.

It was more like a…blob. It looked weird. It did not look like the picture she was using for inspiration. It looked dumb by comparison. She knew upon seeing it Finn would not know what it was supposed to be.

Why hadn’t she bought more pumpkins? She knew she wasn’t great at this stuff, she should have gotten backups for screw-ups. Looking at the clock on the microwave, she realized she didn’t have time to go out and get another pumpkin. Finn was due home soon. He had texted her before she’d started carving that his plane had just landed.

She tried really hard to not let the tears welling in her eyes fall down her cheeks.

Feeling defeated and frustrated, she just sat at the kitchen counter, staring at her pumpkins. There had to be a way to salvage this?

It was a frantic internet search later when Bennett realized she definitely wasn’t saving face here. But she could at least hopefully, maybe, still use the sign to tell him?

Better than nothing.

Except when she heard the garage door open and watched Finn walk into the kitchen with his bags minutes later, she hated every idea she had. This was supposed to be something big, magical, meaningful…and a little crappy painted sign wasn’t that.

“Oh hey, pumpkin carving? Why didn’t you wait for me?” he asked, putting his bags down near the wall, coming over to her. He put his arm around her waist, kissing her temple, securing her against his side. With Bennett sitting on the stool, she just about at his height.

“This wasn’t for fun,” she explained.

“…OK?” Finn’s confusion was evident in his tone.

“I just…I wanted to surprise you and have something cute and memorable and I just…I fucked it up so bad. This was supposed to be this really cool, special moment, and I just ruined the most important pumpkin!” Bennett was trying to keep her emotions in check, but she was failing miserably.

“Hey, baby,” Finn stated, his fingers squeezing her side, his other hand coming up to turn her face towards his. “Just focus on me. Everythin’ will be fine. Whatever this is, it isn’t that big of a deal.”

“YES, IT IS!” Bennett argued, turning from him abruptly, causing his arm to fall down to his side. “You literally have no idea how big this is!”

“…ok?”

Bennett pushed off from the counter and got off the stool, walking around to where the other pumpkins sat, picking up the sign and the tiniest pumpkin. She kept the sign facing her, and with a deep breath, she walked back towards Finn. He was just watching her curiously as she stopped a foot away from him.

“Surprise,” she whispered, turning the sign around, holding the little pumpkin beside it in the palm of her hand.

Bennett waited with baited breath as Finn read her writing. At first, he seemed to not have any reaction, which made her feel even worse that her entire idea had fallen apart. This whole cute, sweet moment was ruined, and now she would have to explain to him everything.

But then, his eyes got huge and he looked directly at her.

“Benn…we…you…” He seemed unable to form words. “Bennett, oh my god. We’re having a baby?”

“Looks that way,” she replied, smiling slightly.

And the next thing she knew she was in his arms, her feet off the ground as he lifted her up. She barely managed to get her arms out to the side so as not to smash the sign or pumpkin against him.

“We’re having a BABY! Oh my god, this is awesome! I love you so much, you know that?” Finn was basically rambling as he held her against himself, causing her to giggle.

It was amazing how her failed plan no longer seemed important given his reaction. What mattered wasn’t how she told him, but them, their relationship, their family.

“This is, like, for sure, you know?” Finn asked, leaning back as he held her so he could see her face.

“Three tests positive,” Bennett affirmed. “We have a doctor’s appointment on Thursday to get the official word on the matter and how far along I am.”

“You, you are gonna be an amazing mum, ya know that?”

“Says the man practically molded to be the coolest dad alive,” she teased in response, causing a small blush to come to his face. She loved getting that kind of reaction from him. “This is…gonna be hard.”

“It’ll be work,” Finn corrected, setting her back on her feet, loosening his hold on her but not letting her go entirely. “But it’ll be the best kind of work. There’s no one else I would do this with than ya. I know my job doesn’t make it easy on ya…but I will be here every single solitary second I can through everythin’.”

“I know,” Bennett assured. She wanted to reach up and touch him, but her hands were still occupied with the sign and pumpkin. “…you’re gonna be a DILF.” Finn’s laughter was instant and loud.

“OK, then you’re Queen of the MILFs,” he replied, making her grin more. The humor fell to the wayside as they just gazed at one another, smiling. “Shit, I love ya, Bennett. Love ya more than anything.”

“I love you too,” she repeated back.

“Does anyone else know?”

“Just Harper.” Bennett went on to explain to Finn the events of the last few days, how her feeling ill had turned into pregnancy. When she mentioned Harper’s comments about the fortune teller from the haunted house, he huffed a laugh.

“Ya know, your silly horoscopes have been pretty in line with this too. Maybe you’ve been on to something all along. Maybe the supernatural does exist and the universe has been telling you all along what’s goin’ on.”

“…shut up,” she replied to his teasing, even though inside she was realizing how right he was. The more she thought about it, the more weirded out and amazed she became, so she stopped thinking about it.

“Can we tell my parents?”

“Well, yea,” Bennett answered coming out of her thoughts, as Finn finally released her. She immediately set the sign and pumpkin down on the counter. “I mean, we could wait until the doctor on Thursday to be sure. But that’s up to you.”

“…we have to tell them now.” His decision didn’t surprise her one bit. “And let’s use this stuff,” he motioned to indicate the items on the counter. “It’s cute. My mum will like it.”

Bennett’s heart swelled a bit at that. He was so sweet to make her think her little surprise wasn’t stupid.

Using the wonders of the internet and FaceTime, telling Finn’s parents about their news was super fun. They’d started the conversation normally enough, but Bennett just happened to pick up the tiny pumpkin. Finn had followed suit holding the sign.

His mom had cried, and his dad had beamed. They weren’t first-time grandparents by any means, but given this was their first grandchildren from Finn seemed to mean a lot to them.

After all of that, Bennett was exhausted. Today had been a rollercoaster of emotion. She wasn’t at all remorseful at deciding to go to bed by 8PM. Finn came with her, but she knew he wasn’t tired, and instead just didn’t want to be far from her.

He was going to be the most protective husband throughout this pregnancy, and she wasn’t complaining.

They went through their night time routines, before finally settling into bed together. Bennett decided to wind down doing her routine on her phone. Facebook, Instagram, Twitter. It was always the same.

And then came the horoscope app.

Given her current situation, she was almost hesitant at opening it. But curiosity won out, and she found herself scanning the words on the screen almost hungrily.

“You may be so focused on making something perfect today that you are missing out on all the magic that already exists. You are like an artist who just can’t walk away from a beautiful painting without putting on a few last brush strokes. But if you go too far, you may miss the forest for the trees. Take some time to quietly observe what you see, and relish what you already have. You are very lucky and very blessed, and recognizing that is the final step in finding true perfection.”

Bennett sighed, and with a small smile, closed out of the app.

Stupid horoscopes.

But not really.

Thank you to @thewriterformerlytaggedas & @fan-fiction-galore for allowing me to be apart of this and believing in me!

Thank you so very much to @chasingeverybreakingwave & @running-ropes & @spine-buster& @therealfivefeetoffuckingfury & anyone else who has provided support/love/inspiration/comfort/a-listening-ear-as-I-had-breakdowns/ideas/etc. over this story. The struggle got really real, but we made it.

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