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doodles-arts · 5 years ago

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Tantrum

Pairing: Bruce Banner

Summary: Don’t you think it’s time that Bruce gets a girl that will never have to be scared of him and a happy ending? I do!

Rating: pg- talks of babies!

warning?: Just fluff!

A/n: My baby zaddy needs a happy ending by now! Oh and please thank @incorrectavengersquotes for helping me find some inspiration with the conversations the avengers were having! Hope you enjoy and don’t be afraid to reblog if you liked it! I’d appreciate it tons!! Thanks again!

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You and Bruce were enjoying an outside party with the avengers for the summer. You had a gorgeous royal blue summer dress with yellow and lime green flowers. Bruce was on you the entire night, it was short, about an inch or 2 above your knees. He was like a fly and you were the honey, you didn’t mind though, it meant he was having a good time and he really was enjoying the outdoor party with his team. You were happy that he was enjoying himself. You know he has been very stressed with pleasing you lately. You two had been together for years and were recently married, so you finally wanted to try for a baby. You had been seeing countless doctors that would help you along the way, making sure that you would be safe and the baby, if anything were to ever happened. Brue was afraid that the hulk had ruined his chances, or worse, would hurt yours.

But you both loved each other and kept trying. It wasn’t easy though, the doctors were saying that you just needed some time and to keep trying. But you knew that it was Bruce’s fault, all of the women in your family had this issue. But you wanted a family with Bruce.

You and Bruce talked with Thor and Tony as they bickered about space and reality. You both laughed at Tony’s smart remarks and Thor’s careless responses. They’d go at it all day if they had too. You saw Steve join the conversation and knew exactly where it would head. As they spoke idly, Tony was quick to get their blood pumping. “Heard you were a boys scout, cap.”

Steve smiled at bruce before turning to Tony to shrug and answer, “Sure was, it was great for me as a kid. ‘A boys scout is always prepared’.” Tony held back his chuckle and whispered, “prepared to die a virgin.” You hid your face in Bruce’s shoulder to hold in the laugh you felt coming on. Steve had overheard him, however, and was quick to reply.

“Always prepared in emergencies. That’s why a week ago when that tropical depression hit-”

“You're in a tropical depression.” You and Bruce snickered, trying your best not to bust out laughing as Thor boasted at Tony’s quick remark. This was normal though, they always threw jabs at each other like this.

Bruce had a beer and you a soda, you didn’t like beers and you weren’t in the mood for a strong drink. The barbecue being finished by Steve brought you all together on the bench table Tony he set out. The night was beautiful, and though the stars weren’t so visible the city lights covered most of the darkness of the abyss. You both ate peacefully at the table teasing one another and sharing stories. Strange pain in your lower back distracted you but it left as soon as it came. You leaned your head on Bruce’s shoulder from the leftover pain and smiled when he wrapped an arm around your waist.

Natasha and you teased Steve when a certain name caught his attention. All in good fun and soon we turned to Tony and asked how Pepper was, he explained she was on a business trip he couldn’t pull her out of. Everyone sent a greeting off with Tony for when he spoke to her next. The party was going fantastically, and you felt something pure and unbothered between you and Bruce, all the baby business had you both stressed you supposed. And you knew that Bruce could feel it too when he pulled you from the rest of the group to talk.

“You know our one year anniversary is coming up soon. I’d love to celebrate it with you, darling?” You smiled and rolled your eyes, “Of course we will, where would you like to go?” He looked around sheepishly, about to explain how he felt about airplanes, rubbing the back of his neck, knowing what he would say you grabbed his hand. Giving it a rub with your thumb and a sweet smile. “You know, we could always spend it at a cabin for a few days. No scheduled alone time. Just peace and quiet. Books, cuddles, and lots of warm tea. And then we can cut a cake with our friends, take a few pictures and it’ll be a wonderful scrapbook memory.”

He smiled and looked down before leaning in to kiss you. Softly. “You always know what to do. I can’t believe I got so lucky.”

“You better believe it, stud”, you giggled and walked back over to your friends. You were all taking on the grassy ground, Clint and Natasha were back to back and Thor and Steve were sitting closest and Tony sat near you and Bruce and yourself, you were leaning against his chest and he had a protective arm around your waist. You all recalled old times and battles while you listened and laughed.

You all chatted under the garden lights, enjoying each other’s voices. Tony joked how all the mess would be all his in the morning. Clint was quick to joke and counter, “Who said? We’re staying up late, trading manly tips, and wake up to make waffles and eggs.” Natasha snorted at his obvious sarcasm.

It was late into the night when everyone started cleaning to go head home or to bed. You and Bruce helped clean up, you helped with the cups, and bruce helped Steve with the Grill. You had another pain up your back when you threw out all of the cups and beer glasses. Man, could Thor drink, speaking of which, where was the drunk god…

Steve warned Thor loudly before a crash, you turned in a heartbeat when you heard bruce yelp in pain. You knew he wouldn’t hulk out, he’d control it, but when Thor laughed in a drunken haze, you knew his concentration was set off. You ran over and pulled Steve and Thor back, Steve understood and helped pull Thor inside.

As he yelled and fought to keep the hulk in, you knew it was too late.

Everyone began looking for weapons. “Wait, the Hulk won’t hurt anybody, he’s just gonna throw a tantrum. Stand down until he attacks. We wouldn’t want to piss him off anymore.” They looked at you cautiously but listened and put their weapons away. You stood in front of them, far away from Bruce, the first thing you noticed that broke was his ring, it hurt but you knew he’d fix it.

His shoulders hunched and grew, his legs swelled up and his usual skin color changed around his neck to green and spread. You pushed your friends back further. “Stand your ground. When he notices us he might think we’ll attack. But if we stay still and don’t attack he’ll either run away or…” You didn’t finish because honestly, you had no idea.

When he turned he jumped angrily and clenched the fist Bruce had burned. Roaring and looking around with a huff. When he saw all of you he roared and stomped over, “That’s it we're screwed”, Natasha sighed. You shushed him and stepped forward and puffed your chest out. “Hey don’t be so negative try being a little more upbeat!” Steve nervously tried to lessen the stress. She rolled her eyes while upping her voice an octave to sound more ‘upbeat’, “we’re screwed!”

Tony was quick to smartly add, “Happy, cap?” you stepped forward when he spotted all of you. He stopped in front of you, bent down to your height, and roared. You didn’t move, you tried your hardest not to flinch.

You were happy to see that the Hulk was staring at you incredibly and confused. When you kept your ground he looked around, confused, and unsure of where he was. His agape mouth and confused eyes stayed for a second before his eyes turned angry and he jumped around and growled. He was confused and lost. Frustrated- not angry.

“Hulk!” You sat right down on the grass and invited him to sit next to you. He contemplated it and ignored you until you spoke up again. “Are you lost? Or confused? Sit with me so I can fill you in, Hulk!” He breathed out hard through his nose before hopping back over to you cautiously before dropping to sit in front of you. The grassy ground around you sorta shook from his weight.

He looked around curiously at the barbecue and tables with alcohol around and garden lights blinking. He growled at your friends behind you. “They won’t hurt you, I won’t let them. Now let’s see. What’s the last thing you remember?” He stumbled on his words, trying to remember and form words. “Hulk breaks the Iron Man” you tried your best to hold back your smile. You knew sometimes the Hulk would get out of hand and Tony would try to put him to ‘sleep’. You looked up and leaned back on your arm.

“Well, I’m sure you know that some things have changed after that. So let’s pick up from there. So, you changed back to Bruce and he and I got married. We had a wedding, he also made a new book, and one time me and him had a celebration for you! For the first time you showed up”, you didn’t tell the others about that. It was supposed to help Bruce appreciate what he was and who else lived with him. The Hulk was obviously confused about your declaration about ‘marriage’.

“So, about a few years back in between the times when you were sleeping, Bruce met me. And we both fell in love with each other. And after the last time, you beat Iron Man, He and I got married.” He scrunched his nose up before he asked.

“What is marriage?” You smiled and held out your hand, “So basically, it’s a celebration of Bruce’s and I’s love for each other. That we’d protect each other, be loyal to each other and always protect each other. But you protect him more than I do, huh?” You showed off the little rock on your ring finger to the green man.

Though he gave a disgusted look to the love part of your explanation, he looked very proud about him protecting Bruce. “Yeah, this ring is a symbol of us, that means you too, big guy. I know we’ve never formally met, but I’m (y/n). And I know tons about you. Wanna get to know me?”

He gave a big grin and listened as you told him everything, and you got to meet the rest of the Avengers and everything else. He was calm, and he seemed very content with going to sleep very soon.

That was until the sound of a helicopter put him on high alert. They started shooting at him and his first instinct was to protect you. He grabbed you in his big hand and held it to his chest. Jumping around the garden, trying to find a way out. “HULK!”

He looked down, confused at your alarmed voice. Tony was in his suit trying to call the strikes off, informing them that he had a hostage. You were scared out of your mind of being shot, not of the Hulk, it was obvious he wouldn’t hurt you if he was trying to protect you. “I’m sorry Hulk but you gotta let Bruce out, or they're going to keep shooting. You might not get hurt, but I can. Won’t you miss me if I’m gone?” His eyes softened.

You could see the hurt on his face of Bruce being picked over him, but understanding that he was the solution to preventing you from being hurt. Right when the shots had stopped firing, Hulk sat down and sat you down on the grass with him. Using a finger to hold your tiny hand up to look at your ring. “Bruce do good with you. I miss you (y/n)” You smiled and helped his finger to your face and laid a tiny kiss on it. “Thank you Hulk, I’ll miss you, too”.

He hovered over you until he grew smaller and smaller and less green, you grabbed your husband before he fell forward and held his pants up. Laying his snoozing body against yours, you peppered kisses all over his face. “Thank goodness you’re okay, thank goodness”, He snored while you held him close. “I love you, you big baby”. The boys were over towards you in a heartbeat and helped get Bruce into a sofa inside. The paramedics came in and stole you both away to ensure Bruce was still in healthy condition and that you didn’t suffer any internal bruises or organ damage from being grabbed.

A scan was in order, as it would see any damage the doctors couldn’t see or you couldn’t feel. The doctors were pleased with your calm demeanor during the scan and thanked for being so cooperative. You knew that listening to someone who knew what they were talking about was better than asking too many questions. Once it was over and you were transported to a room your doctor came back and explained that you were perfectly fine and just wanted to make sure your bladder was fine and asked if it was okay if you took a sample of your urine. You had no issues with it and walked in the bathroom with a cup a doctor handed you.

The doctor thanked you once again and asked if you would like to wait in the room Bruce had been resting in. “That would be great, thank you!” You walked with him over to your husband’s room. He walked you in and informed you before he left, “I’ll be back to update you on the urine test once it comes. It will take quite a while.” You told him it ‘was no problem’. And sat with your husband. An hour or two passed as you waited

You sat watching over Bruce while you waited for the results. He groggily woke up and you stood over him while rubbing a hand over his curly head, “How ya’ feeling, tuff guy?” When he noticed where he was, he groaned, “It happened again, didn’t it? Did I hurt anyone? Are you okay?” You nodded and smiled while pushing away a stray curl from his face. “I’m fine, baby, Hulk didn’t lay a finger on me. And no one was hurt or killed. You can rest easy, Honey.”

He seemed confused and you explained everything and he was truly impressed that you could control him. “I didn’t control him Brucey, he decided to listen when I reached out to him, he was confused. Every time he forms, all he remembers is the last time he formed, he doesn’t have all of your memories, only a few.” Bruce pulled you into a hug, so happy to know you were okay and maybe you’d finally be the one he didn’t scare off. It was a very endearing notion to know, the Hulk didn’t scare away the love of his life.

“I’m just glad you aren’t hurt, I want to grow old with you and have a family you keep envisioning. I love you and I'm just so relieved he didn’t scare you away”, you pushed him playfully, “If I’ve told you once, I've told you a thousand times, I'm not going anywhere handsome.” And Bruce trusted you, He pulled you into a tight hug again and gave you a wonderful kiss.

It was slow and sweet, he cradled your face sweetly and pulled you closer to him until you were basically on the bed. One of your hands into his dark curls, pulling softly. A soft sound of someone clearing their throat brought both of your attention. “Nice moves, Banner”, Tony’s voice brought you both into grins and blushing.

Behind your smiling doctor was the entire team, Thor held a bouquet of flowers for Bruce. “I have some good news for you Mrs. Banner”

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A knock on the door had you on your toes in a heartbeat; you walked over to the door and the sounds of the pitter-patter of feet on the wooden floor had you smiling. Checking the door and squealing before opening the door to familiar faces. “Hey, guys!”

Tony, Pepper, Steve, Thor, Natasha and Clint were at the door, they all smiled at you, your greyhound barked in a friendly manner and ran straight to Steve for best, everyone laughed. “Come on in! I’ll go get the mad scientist.” A little tug at your dress made you look down at your beautiful two-year-olds russet eyes. You picked her up and she waved at all of your friends and Pepper smiled excitedly, she giggled and blew her a kiss.

Pepper gasped and through one back, while everyone took turns asking for a kiss. “Aunt Peppa, have a special somebody for you to meet!” She smiled and asked, “who?” Pepper reached down for the cutest little girl, “Her name's Morgan, She’s very excited to meet you!” You cooed at the little girl who was obviously a lot younger than your little Natty.

She made peek-a-boo eyes at Morgan when you reached her forward. Everyone smiled, your baby was your bundle of joy and when you were announced pregnant, everyone was excited. “Tony you devil, she’s so beautiful, you both are blessed”, Tony wrapped an arm around pepper pridefully and smiled while offering his finger to Morgan and she giggled and immediately accepted.

You giggled, “She’s a daddy’s girl I assume?” Pepper grinned and shrugged, “Guess he’ll always be able to charm the ladies, isn’t that right little lady?” She tickled the little girl to which she happily laughed.

You held Natty a little closer, “Why don’t you say hi to Natasha and play for a little while I get your father”, she smiled and you set her down while she ran over to Natasha. She happily picked her up and spun her around.

“You finally have a descendent Nat, now you can stop cursing me and my boys,” Clint laughed as Natasha stared daggers at him. You walked into the Basement lab and pressed a kiss to your husband’s forehead and he hugged you instinctively. “The guys are here to see us, come up for lunch and say hi?” He smiled and stretched while putting away his things. He had gotten a lot better at taking breaks. Something you both fixed before the arrival of your bundle of joy.

He put his glasses down and came up the basement stairs with you. When Bruce came up the stairs, your daughter yelled out “Daddy, Daddy!” She hadn’t seen him since breakfast and Nat had put her down so she could clumsy walk over to him. When she got close enough she tripped and Bruce caught her just in time and zoomed her up before placing her on his hip. His first greeting was to Pepper, Tony and Morgan. He smiled incredibly and congratulated Tony before cooing at Morgan, and she was loving it!

“Remind me to make you the emergency babysitter,” Tony joked, but Bruce agreed. His fear of hurting children changed when your daughter loved him unconditionally. She was obsessed with him and could never get enough of him. It surprised him how much she loved spending time with him. By the time Bruce greeted Thor and Steve, Natty was drooping asleep with a thumb in her mouth.

Natasha hid away with you at the kitchen, “He’s a natural with her, your family is amazing.” You smiled and nodded, “He’s going to be over the moon when he finds out there will be more for him to love.” You held your stomach and smiled as Natasha grinned. “You guys just don’t quit, do you?” She joked and you smiled.

“That’s why I called you guys all over, I wanted it to be like the first. And it’s an excuse to see Morgan. And for Natty to meet her.” She nodded and added, “they’ll make wonderful friends.”

“I just hope they don't turn out to be thick as thieves, or I'm in for a ride”, you chuckled and so did Nat. Pepper soon joined you in the kitchen to help out with lunch. She called for anyone who wanted wine. So you handed the glasses out and fill them up. As everyone got together and teased each other, while lilac, your greyhound, tried to steal Steve’s lunch and beg it out of Bruce’s plate. Before you put Natty to sleep you told her to heel. She behaved while you were in the room, but as soon as you left with Pepper to put the babies to sleep, she was begging again.

While you all ate you had lilac stay by your side and the boys were finally able to eat in peace. While the boys all finished eating you caught their attention before they walked outside to play with Lilac. “So, yesterday was the anniversary of Tony and Pepper announced they had Morgan-”, They both smiled and Tony held up his glass, “-so, I thought today would be a perfect day, to tell you guys, I and Bruce will be having another little bundle!”

They all cheered and the guys teased Bruce, as they walked out, Bruce sent you the biggest grin ever, you sent him a wink.

While everyone left to go home, you and Bruce bid them goodbye before Natty gave Natasha a big hug and sent a kiss to everyone else. She came back inside, basically stumbling while she got used to being on her feet all the time. She went to the living room to play.

Bruce picked you up for a second and gave you a huge kiss. “God, having Natty was a blessing and a nightmare, I never knew that I'd be a good dad. But know that I know I can keep them safe, having another was my biggest dream!” He hugged you close and you giggled, “I didn’t know it would have happened. But I wasn’t surprised either. Not like we were doing anything to prevent it”, he laughed and his eyes got a little misty.

“Never in my life did I think that I would have a family, and now I have something that Hulk can never outshine or take away.” You nodded and kissed him sweetly until a little shove made you guys take a step apart. “Mommy daddy is hugging! Why?”

You both smiled and Bruce picked her up and gave her a raspberry, “You're going to have a little brother or sister, baby!” She grinned and she had a big look in her eyes, “yay!” You all hugged and gave her a big wet kiss on each cheek, and she squealed and giggled, squirming away.

This family was the best thing that you could have dreamed of. Bruce was the man you always needed, the Hulk was not a barrier for you. You’d whoop his butt before you tore you and Bruce apart.

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wrestlewriting · 8 years ago

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Insolence, Pt. 9 [Adam Cole]

Title: Insolence, Part Nine of ? (Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight)

Characters: Adam Cole/OC(Brenna)

Genre: Drama. Just, dra-ma.

Length: ~5,200 (Longest chapter thus far. Not sorry.)

Warnings: Cursing. Rated T touching.

Summary/Inspo: “Secrets, secrets are no fun. Secrets, secrets hurt someone.”

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Waking up beside Adam had been…a complete shock, to be honest. You had woken up to your alarm and the feel of something in bed with you, which in your haze you had momentarily forgot just who it was. So you’d pretty much panicked. Of course once you’d truly got your wits about you, you calmed and just grinned as you observed him next to you. It was the most peaceful you’d ever seen him look; his hair a mess around himself, holding a pillow under his head.

Adorable had never been a word you thought you’d use towards Adam Cole, but it was the only one that felt right in the moment.

You’d managed to slide out of the bed and use the bathroom without being too loud, but when you came back in the room, you found him waking up. He said nothing; eyes still shut, and just lifted up the covers on his side. Smiling bashfully to yourself, you crawled into the offered space, feeling the blankets fall back down on you. Adam gathered you in his arms immediately, you folding your own between your bodies, the both of you on your sides. He rested his head above yours, securing you to him with a leg. He was like a damn octopus. The thought made you giggle softly.

“What?” Adam grumbled, voice rough and low, full of sleep.

“Nothing,” you replied, grinning to yourself, your face hidden in his chest. “Ya know, we need to get up.”

“No,” he opposed, his arms tightening around you.

“Adam…”

“Shhhhh.”

“…that doesn’t change the fact we have to get out of bed, though.”

“Woman, why,” he groused. “Why can’t you just be quiet and lay here with me?”

“If we didn’t have things to do, I’d be all in for it,” you explained. “But see, we do have things to do. I set an alarm for a reason.”

“Fuck your alarm.”

“Fuck you,” you retorted playfully.

“Want to?”

You blushed, biting at your lip. Morning Adam was definitely something else.

“Get UP,” you demanded, pushing at his chest, in an attempt to break away from him. Unfortunately, and not surprisingly, he was stronger, so his arms remained around you. But that didn’t stop you, as you employed your legs, trying to move him off of you in any way you could. Adam chuckled at your attempts, basically mocking you, as he just held on.

Taking in a deep breath, you drove your flat palms into his chest, bringing your knees up to push on his thighs. It was enough to break his arms just slightly, allowing you to use your momentum to get him on his back entirely. You found yourself straddling his hips, your hands pressing down on his shoulders when all was said and done.

“Well, good morning,” Adam practically purred while looking up at you, a soft smile coming to his face. His eyes seemed brighter in the morning, a sparkling blue.

“Wassup,” you grinned, causing him to laugh. He brought his hands up, laying them on your thighs.

“Why are we awake?”

“Because, that whole wrestling show thing.”

“I’d rather stay just like this,” he decided, grabbing at your upper legs, causing your cheeks to warm.

“Too bad, so sad.”

“Can I at least get a good morning kiss?” Adam pouted, which made you roll your eyes.

“You’re a big ass baby in the morning, do you know that?”

“Take care of me then,” he tempted you. Jesus. Fucking. Hell.

Instead of saying anything, you gave him what he wanted. Leaning down, you pressed your lips to his, causing your hips to shift directly in to his. Adam slid his hands up your legs to your sides, where he gripped firmly for the moment. As your hands went into his hair, your tongues tangled together. He moved his hands down your back, squeezing your ass, pressing your body closer to his. You nipped at his lip in response, before resuming the deep kiss.

It was when you felt a hardness beneath you that the somatic fogginess dissipated from your brain.

You scrambled off of him, ungracefully at that.

“Get up,” you repeated, trying to move past what had just been happening. Adam appeared thoroughly amused at your behavior, but didn’t comment. Thankfully.

You turned and went to go through your suitcase to get out clothes to change in to after your shower. It was an avoidance technique, entirely, but you didn’t care. You needed to get control of yourself, right now. You could hear Adam actually following directions and getting out of the bed.

“I’ll see you at the arena,” he said as he came up behind you, setting his hands on your hips gently. When he kissed your cheek, you turned into him ever so slightly, his beard scratching at your skin.

“OK,” you agreed quietly. After a moment of just being close, Adam eventually released you and left your room. You stared downward as the door shut, feeling flushed, excited, and happily nervous. You didn’t know when things had progressed to physical and intense between the two of you, but despite your anxieties, you found you weren’t against it. If this was what mornings were like with him, you genuinely wanted more.

True to his word, Adam met up with you later that night at the arena. You’d arrived an hour or so ago with the Briscoes, and had already changed in to your ring gear, as you were told you had promo pictures to take. Adam had texted you, and the two of you had agreed to meet up in a back hallway that wasn’t being used for the night.

Which is how you found yourself pressed against a wall, his hands twisted in your wavy hair, yours clutching his arms tightly, mouths moving together. The large hoodie you were wearing over your gear was unzipped, his dress shirt soft against your bare stomach.

His mouth traveled across your cheek, to your jaw, down to your neck, causing you to gasp. You bit back the ensuing groan when he let his teeth scrap across your skin faintly. He had always been good with his mouth talking, but you’d never guessed how good he was with it in other ways too. Adam slipped his hands over your body, down your sides beneath your jacket, before resting them on your lower back.

“Do not leave a mark,” you ordered breathlessly, your hands now grasping his shoulders, holding him close to you.

“WHAT THE FUCK! BRENNA?!”

You didn’t think you’d ever moved as quickly as you did at the loud voice. You practically threw Adam off of you, who looked surprised, but much less alarmed compared to you.

Mark Briscoe, on the other hand, looked ready to murder.

“…what are you doing back here?” It was the first thing you could think to ask.

“Trying to find you! You have shit to do!” Mark answered, stepping closer, placing himself perpendicular to the two of you, blocking Adam’s direct access to you.

“OK, I’m coming,” you replied, hoping that Mark would take the hint to walk away.

He didn’t.

“What the fuck is this?” he questioned again, his tone demanding an explanation.

“None of your business,” Adam spoke up.

“The fuck it ain’t,” Mark snapped, turning himself so he stood in front of you, facing towards Adam. You could see Adam over Mark’s shoulder, and he was not thrilled with the building confrontation.

“Mark, come on, let’s go,” you said, laying your hand on his back.

“Not until I get a fucking answer,” he declared, staring Adam down.

“What do you wanna hear, Briscoe? Huh?” Adam challenged.

“I wanna know who the fuck you think you are, and what the fuck you think you’re doing with her,” Mark stepped closer to the other man. Not one to back down, Adam straightened himself to his full height, and cocked an eyebrow.

“I think I was kissing her. And I think, actually, no I know she was OK with that.” You watched as a patronizing smirk graced his face after he spoke, which caused Mark to stiffen even further.

“You don’t even give a fuck about her!” Mark accused.

“Don’t tell me how I feel about her. Because you don’t know shit!” Adam snarled.

“I know more about her than you ever fucking will, pretty boy.” They were entirely squared up to each other at this point. You felt your panic rising.

“MARK! STOP!” You grabbed fearfully at his arm, yanking with every bit of strength you had. After a particularly harsh tug, which he probably felt in his shoulder joint, he finally turned his eyes away from Adam, and over his shoulder on to you.

“Lemme go,” he growled, voice dangerously low, anger readable on every part of his face. You hesitated. If you did let him go, was he going to try to kill Adam?

“Just…walk away, with me, please,” you begged, gripping as tight as you could onto him.

“Let me the fuck go, Brenna!”

“DON’T talk to her like that!” Adam exclaimed, which made Mark’s glare go right back to him.

“I will fuck you up, Cole,” he threatened.

“MARK!” It probably wasn’t your smartest decision, but desperate times, desperate measures. You moved from behind him, to in front of him, somehow squeezing yourself in between the two quarreling men. Putting your hands on Mark’s chest, you shoved him with everything you had in you. It barely made him go back an inch. But as you pressed more, he relented in his stance, allowing you to move him at least a foot back.

“Stay the fuck away from her,” Mark warned Adam callously over your head. He barely spared you a glance, as he turned and stalked out of the area. You watched him leave, unsure what to do now. You really felt like you needed to go after him, defend yourself, try to patch things up, attempt to keep an actual fight from breaking out. But Adam….

“I’m so sorry,” you whimpered, regarding him. He seemed angry still, but less on the attack than before. With a sigh, his gaze softened on you.

“Go,” was all he said. You didn’t miss how unenthused he sounded.

Quickly leaving, it didn’t take you long to catch up to Mark in another hallway. He was still walking like he was on a mission, which you assumed was to get as far away from you and Adam as possible.

“Mark, stop,” you pleaded, hastening your pace to truly get to him. As soon as you laid your hand on his arm, he shook it roughly, knocking you off of him.

“Don’t,” he demanded. “What the fuck are you thinking? Jesus, Brenna. He’s a fucking snake with women! Are you stupid?”

“No,” you stated, hurt from his words. “Can you please, just, STOP?”

“Nah, I’m gonna find Jay.”

“MARK!”

“Listen to me,” he suddenly halted, whirling around to face you. You stumbled in your attempt at slowing down and barely managed to not smash in to him. “You’re making a fucking mistake. And I know we ain’t been the closest, but I know what you mean to my brother, and in a lot of ways to me. And the last fucking thing I’m gonna do is stand by and watch you fuck up your life like this.”

“You have no right to…”

“Yea, I fucking do,” he cut you off. Turning back around, Mark continued on his mission to find his brother.

All you could do was helplessly trail after him, hoping that maybe Jay would be the more level-headed of the two.

Who were you kidding.

You were in for a downright war.

Soon enough you were in front of one of the locker rooms, and Mark rammed his way in quickly, loudly stating his brother’s name. All decorum forgotten, you followed right behind him. The Young Bucks looked stunned at the intrusion, and Dalton Castle looked completely bewildered and scared.

“Everyone! Get the fuck out!” Mark instructed, as Jay stood up from the chair he’d been sitting in. As Nick passed you, he gave you a questioning, and concerned, glance. With a sigh, you just shook your head slightly, and gestured your hand to assure him it was fine for him to leave.

“What is going on?” Jay questioned, the moment the door shut behind the last coworker.

“I just found Cole all over her,” Mark basically tattled, causing you to cross your arms and glare at his back.

“What.” Jay wasn’t asking a question so much as he was unable to say anything else.

“Mark, fuck off,” you demanded. “I’m allowed to live my life, without you two getting to dictate it!”

“And I’m allowed to tell you when you’re making bad choices,” he countered.

“FUCK YOU!”

“Mark, go,” Jay commanded.

With a sneer towards you, Mark left the room, shutting the door hard in his wake. You heard some grumbling once he was out there, and you assumed it was him telling the others to take a hike as the locker room was currently occupied. And would be for who knew how long.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Look, I know this is kind of screwed up, but I just…Adam and I have been seeing each other, and I didn’t want you all to know. Not yet. We’re trying to figure ourselves out first,” you explained, using a soft tone in hopes it would pacify Jay.

“For how long?” he scowled.

“We just decided last weekend to try it for real,” you answered. “But we’ve been friends and talking and getting to know each other again for over a month.”

Jay did not look accepting of your account. In fact, he seemed far more furious than his brother had. Shaking his head harshly, he began to pace the room, like a caged animal. His fists were tight at his sides, arms equally rigid.

“Fucking Adam Cole, Brenna? REALLY? Adam fucking Cole?!”

“Why are you so mad about this? You’re friends with him too!”

“Nah, we’re work friends. He ain’t one of my boys. And he ain’t someone I want with you,” Jay clarified, still striding about the room. “Jesus Christ, YOU’RE FUCKING ADAM COLE!”

“I’m not fucking him,” you corrected him. “We’re…dating.”

“Oh, I’m sure you are,” he rolled his eyes, stopping his movements to stare at you straight on. “And then as soon as you do fuck him, he’s gonna be gone.”

Your heart hurt at the accusation. How dare he think so lowly of Adam, and so lowly of you. Your worst fears were coming true with Jay’s reaction. But, while you’d anticipated backlash when the news got out, you hadn’t anticipated this level of disdain.

“…why do you think that?”

“Because, that’s who he is, Brenna! He’s not a relationship guy, not really. Shit, after he and whoever the girlfriend were broke up last year, he ran through a line of women! You weren’t here to see it, but trust me, he wasn’t lonely,” Jay recalled, scornfully.

“That was then…that’s not now…” you defended Adam, though even you had to admit your words were weak. You hadn’t heard about that particular behavior before, and you hadn’t expected to either.

“People don’t change, not like that.”

“So what?” you challenged, unquestionably irritated at Jay’s claims now. “So, he broke up with Kelsey and then did whatever he wanted while he was single. Why does that matter? It’s not like he cheated on her! It’s not like he’s gonna cheat on me!”

“You sure about that?”

“Excuse me?”

“Bren, I love you, but you don’t know what you’re getting yourself in. He doesn’t have a reputation for no reason. I’ve been the one to hear him talk in a locker room, not you. And he’s probably made you feel like he would never treat you badly again, that you’re so special to him…but history don’t lie. I watched him treat you like shit for months. And I’m not gonna believe he isn’t capable of doing it again!”

“We both messed up then; we both treated each other badly.”

“Nah, you didn’t. You reacted, because he acted first,” he argued. “You were hurt and he didn’t give a fuck about you, hurt you even more. And, he was Evan’s fucking friend. What kind of guy goes after his friend’s widow?! That’s fucked up. I can’t forgive that.”

“Well, it’s a damn good thing you aren’t the one dating him then, huh?” you questioned mockingly.

“And if I have any say, you won’t be either!”

“Too bad you don’t,” you finally snapped. “I’m a fucking ADULT. And I will see whoever I want. I don’t need your approval, you fucking caveman!”

Giving Jay no time to fight back, you turned and left the room, slamming the door behind yourself with all of the rage currently coursing through you. It probably rattled the wall. Everyone in the hallway looked over, but you paid them absolutely no mind. You briskly walked down the hallway, to the women’s locker room. You knew it would be a safe place for now, with none of the guys coming in there unannounced. You just needed time; to calm down, to sort through the night, to figure out what you were going to do now. What the hell were you going to do now?

“Man, what is going on?” Nick asked, glancing over Adam, taking stock of his teammate’s condition. The Bucks had found him sat in a folding chair, off to the side of where merchandise was being set up to be sold in the front of the arena. He had his head in his hands, entirely overwhelmed, not even looking at them when they approached. “We just got kicked out of the locker room by Mark, and Brenna was there. Heard your name. It didn’t look good.”

“Briscoes are pissed at me.”

“Yea, we figured that part,” Matt replied. “What about? Everything seemed fine at dinner last night.”

“Well, last night they didn’t know that Brenna and I are seeing each other,” Adam admitted, gazing up to his friends, bracing for their reactions.

Except, neither of them appeared even the slightest bit surprised by the news.

“So…we can finally openly talk about that then?” Matt inquired, the image of nonchalance.

“…what?”

“Dude, c’mon,” Nick reacted to Adam’s confusion, an almost sad chuckle following. “You keep an eye on her all the time. You’re acting different overall. The two of you are constantly going off somewhere together, and I know you guys had some bad times, but neither of us believe you’re still just going off to argue more.”

“Shit…” Adam grumbled, putting his head back in his hands. “Who else knows?”

“I mean, it’s not like we’ve discussed it with anyone,” Matt explained. “And no one has said anything to us about it. So, if others have noticed, I couldn’t tell you. But, I think it would be safe to say that Bren’s core group has picked up on something.”

“Well, I can definitely say those guys didn’t know until Mark saw us earlier.”

“If it helps, Jay’s probably going to be the hardest to handle it,” Nick offered. Adam just sighed, taking his head from his hands and sitting fully back in the chair, sliding down into a slouch. He reached up, running his hands down his face, before placing them behind his neck, linking his fingers together.

“What do I even do?”

“Let her handle them,” Matt advised. “Based on what we saw and heard, you go near either of them right now, it’s probably gonna end badly for everyone.”

“…Jay wouldn’t do anything to her…right?” Neither brother answered Adam’s concerned query at first, just looking him over.

“You love her,” Nick determined. Adam just raised his eyebrows, his mouth opening slightly, not at all sure how to respond to that. “Well, maybe not. But it’s definitely going that way.”

“Can I just get through this issue before you start piling on more?”

“Sure, man,” Matt laughed at his friend’s retort. “You go on and live in denial for a bit.”

Adam almost hated his best friends at that moment.

Somehow, the PPV happened. You had a match with Kelly Klein; Adam had a match with Christopher Daniels. All of your other friends had other successful matches. The audience had fun and the wrestlers had survived. It had been a hell of a show, which everyone was rightfully proud of.

Outside of the ring, in contrast, tensions were very real and very high.

Adam and you had kept your distance from each other backstage throughout the night. You felt the Briscoes lurking around, though you never actually saw either of them. Luckily, they never encountered Adam either. A huge breath of relief came out of you when you watched Jay and Mark leave the arena altogether. You’d hitched a ride with Colt back to the hotel, and he mercifully only talked about the show and none of your personal issues.

Last night felt like a lifetime ago already. All the anxiety, the concern, over having to hide you and Adam was for naught. You hadn’t even made it a week in your secret arrangement before blowing your cover. I could never be a spy, that’s for sure.

“Hey, can you do me a favor?” you asked as you walked in to the hotel.

“What up?”

“Can you take my stuff to my room? I uh, need to go do something.” Colt gave you a perceptive smile, and you hated that.

“Sure,” he said simply however, taking your suitcase handle from you. You told him your room number, informing him Candice would be there.

“Thanks.” Colt walked off to the elevator, and you pulled out your cell phone.

Are you in your room?

310.

Opting to take the stairs, you tried to prepare yourself for what you were walking in to. Would Adam be angry with you? Annoyed that your friend had threatened him? Tired of the drama that you brought along? Sweet and caring towards you like he tended to be?

The undetermined troubled you. But as you knocked at his room, you knew it wouldn’t remain that way for much longer.

When he opened the door, and stood before you, you felt your stomach knot.

“Hi,” you uttered. Adam just observed you for a moment, no expression discernible on his face.

“Get in here,” he commanded, holding the door open wider for you to walk through. You shuffled past him, suddenly feeling like a child in trouble. You heard the door click shut behind you, as you’d stopped just short of fully entering the actual room. You remained standing with your back to him, just beyond the bathroom door.

You didn’t know what to do with yourself. You didn’t know what to say. He was mad, you guessed. You couldn’t blame him; he’d been verbally, and almost physically, assaulted by a good friend of yours, unjustly. You’d been the one to push for secrecy, and foolishly hadn’t entertained the idea of what would happen if you were found out. You’d planned to tell everyone on your own time, not be surprisingly uncovered.

What a mess you’d made of things.

“Bren, hey…” You felt his hand on your shoulder blade, skimming down your arm to your hand, where he tangled his fingers into yours.

“I’m so sorry, Adam,” you whispered.

“You didn’t do anything.”

“I made you keep this, us, hidden. If I hadn’t…today wouldn’t have happened.”

“OK…? But, I agreed to this,” Adam pointed out.

“I just…Mark shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry he did. It’s not fair to you to have to deal with shit like that because of me.” You felt entirely defeated by this point, and were genuinely surprised tears weren’t filling your eyes. Between the dispute among the boys, what Jay had all but screamed at you, and your own thoughts…everything was just so overwhelming and exhausting.

“Turn around, look at me.” He let go of your hand, only to take your forearm, and gently make sure you did come to face him. When you had, he put his hands on your upper arms, sliding them along in a tender, soothing manner. It took you a second to be brave enough to let your eyes meet his.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” he ordered. “It’s fine. I’m a big boy. I can handle this. It’s not like you told him to come at me like that.”

“God no.”

“So, relax,” Adam encouraged, still moving his hands softly along your arms. “It’s OK. We’re OK.” You wished you could follow his directive, but it just wasn’t that easy. You still felt jittery all over. “How’d it go with Jay?”

“Horrible,” you disclosed, closing your eyes. You leaned forward, putting your forehead against his chest, letting out a deep sigh, the weight of the day pressing down on you. He smoothed his hands over your back, wrapping you in his arms, laying a kiss to your temple. “He was just so…mad. And mean. And nothing I said mattered.”

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, kissing your head again. “It’ll be OK. He’s just probably shocked to hell right now.”

“It was stupid of me to think I could keep this from him,” you acknowledged. “He has a right to be pissed.”

“Pissed, sure. Disrespectful, no,” Adam corrected.

“…he’s really mad it’s you,” you admitted, chewing at your lip.

“I bet he is,” he chuckled sourly. “What did he say?”

“Just…a lot of stuff. He doesn’t trust you, kept bringing up all the bad things from last year,” you reported. You wanted to ask him more about what Jay had told you. But did you even have a right to question him about his ex-girlfriend and their relationship, given it had nothing to do with you really?

“He’ll have to get over it,” Adam stated. “We’re past that. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“I know,” you mumbled. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly, taking in a breath. It was now or never. You had to know.

“After you and Kelsey broke up, what did you do?”

“…what do you mean?”

“Jay said you were seen out with a lot of girls. He said you, and I quote, ‘ran through a line of women’ after it happened.” You lifted your head from his chest, watching him, as he processed your words.

“…well fuck him,” Adam declared, his jaw tightening.

“That doesn’t answer my question,” you replied, your heart rate speeding up. You stepped back, needing to put distance between the two of you. Adam’s arms dropped from you at your action, and he appeared agitated by your decision to move away.

“I was with a few people, yea.”

“How many?” His eyes narrowed, examining you.

“Do you really wanna do this, Bren?” he questioned, avoiding your question. “Why does it matter?”

“Because! Jay clearly had a reason for saying that to me. Was he right?”

“Jay said that to you because he wanted to justify his behaviors,” Adam asserted. “He knew it would upset you, and he knew it would give him support for being an asshole to both of us.”

“…was he right?” you repeated, now outright fearful of his potential response.

“Kind of,” he admitted, causing your breathing to falter. “But it wasn’t like I was having one night stands left and right. It wasn’t like that, I promise. There were a couple, yes. I admit that. And there were a couple girls I knew back home that I hooked up with. But Brenna, it wasn’t an every night deal. It wasn’t.”

“Did you ever cheat on Kelsey?”

“…are you fucking kidding me?” Adam crossed his arms tightly over his chest.

“Answer me.”

“No, not really.”

“What the fuck? It’s a yes or no question!” You felt dread setting in. Had Jay been right? Was this the type of man Adam actually was? Had you just never realized it before?

“No, I didn’t,” he affirmed. “But I could see how Jay would tell you that. It was just…it’s complicated, OK? Her and I…we aren’t you and I. It started as something very causal. So when her and I were first seeing each other, yea, I had been with other girls. But the second she told me it wasn’t what she wanted, it was just us! I swear to that.”

“When was the last time you were with anyone else?” You hated how unsteady your voice was.

“I don’t know? Around the holidays?”

“Have you been with anyone since we’ve started…whatever this is?”

“Of course I haven’t,” he was immediately defensive. You could see his neck muscles tightening. “Jesus Brenna, I wouldn’t do that to you!”

“But you did it with Kelsey,” you pointed out. “You just said she had to tell you to not see other people!”

“You aren’t her,” Adam stressed. “I told you, things changed in Atlanta for me. You took up way too much space in my head for me to even be able to think about anyone else since then.”

“…Atlanta was like, two months ago.”

“I know.”

You felt so conflicted, so uncertain. On one hand, Adam had been upfront with you for so many weeks, visibly putting your well-being above his. He wouldn’t be lying to you now. On the other hand, Mark and Jay had clear and serious objections to Adam. And as someone who you looked at like an older brother, you knew Jay would only have your best interest at heart.

“I need to go.”

“What?” He seemed to barely gasp out the word, his arms dropping to his sides, all irritation leaving his body.

“I’m not leaving you. I’m just leaving…right now.”

“Bren…”

“Don’t, please,” you requested, taking in a shaky breath, putting up a hand to stop him from coming closer. “It’s just been a hell of a day. I need…just, let me go see Candice and get some peace and calm, OK? Please, Adam. Understand that I’m trying to…figure out the best way to go about all of this.”

“Let me help you.”

“Jay is my problem,” you stated. “And you, and I, we aren’t a problem, but I…I just need to take tonight for myself. Just give me that.” Adam’s shoulders were hunched, his eyebrows furrowed, eyes darting over you.

“I promise to see you in the morning,” you assured him, moving yourself forward, setting your hand gently against his bearded cheek. “Adam, please….”

“You have to come back to me,” he insisted.

“I always do.”

Using your hand, you guided his face towards you, meeting him in a strong kiss. It wasn’t overtly passionate, but you pressed yourself fiercely to him all the same, hoping to convince him you meant your words. When you broke the kiss, you remained close to him, your eyes shut, inhaling his exhales.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” you reiterated. Kissing him again shortly, you stepped back. With one last look at him, you walked around him and out of the room. The expression on his face stayed with you, as you made your way to the elevator and to your room. You’d never seen Adam Cole genuinely scared before. But you were pretty sure you had now.

And when you’re needing your space, To do some navigating. I’ll be here patiently waiting, To see what you find. ‘Cause even the stars they burn, Some even fall to the earth. We’ve got a lot to learn, God knows we’re worth it. No, I won’t give up. I don’t wanna be someone who walks away so easily. I’m here to stay and make the difference that I can make. Our differences they do a lot to teach us how to use, The tools and gifts we got, yeah, we got a lot at stake. And in the end, you’re still my friend; at least we did intend, For us to work we didn’t break, we didn’t burn. We had to learn how to bend without the world caving in. I had to learn what I’ve got, and what I’m not, and who I am.

UPDATE: Part Ten is up here.

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