#they were off camera and i asked her what she thought orange and trent were doing

[dustinslovehandles]

"He's whispering sweet nothings in his ear" - my mum

The last moments of Orange & Trent that were shown after the match tonight

[statdaddyalien]

The Alien and the Runaway (pt. 2)

Summary: Kris Statlander finds herself in a bit of a pickle. She needs to find a partner to ‘marry’ in AEW for storyline purposes. Enter the Runaway herself Ruby Soho, who is looking to make an impact. Can they learn to be a team? Will real feelings get involved? Is Kris actually an alien? Buckle up and enjoy the ride.

  Rating: T

  Pairing: Kris Statlander/Ruby Soho (Pt. 1 )

"So is she an alien or not? Because I am seriously thinking that she is, she picked up two whole girls."

"No, she's not an alien. I mean I don't think so. She is freakishly strong but I mean then again so is Bianca and Charlotte." Ruby rolled her eyes. She was sitting in her car outside the AEW taping, talking to Liv on facetime. No matter what company they were in or how far apart they were, Liv was always going to be her best friend.

"Some people really do get the best genes don't they?" Liv let out a dramatic sigh, before raising a brow. "So you're starting a storyline with Statlander?'

Ruby nodded. "Yeah, we're supposed to fake being married at some point, we're going to start traveling together on the road loops I think. She's supposed to save me from a beatdown tonight, and that will be the set up to us starting the story."

Liv smirked a little bit. "I mean she does kind of seem your type. She has tattoos and piercings just like you."

Ruby did her best not to blush, she really didn't want to give Liv more ammunition to tease her with. "I don't have a type Liv." She muttered, trying to downplay it. "Anyways I need to get ready for my match tonight, you'll be watching?"

Liv chuckled. "Of course Rue-Rue, I'll be watching. I got to see if your new girlfriend is an alien or not."

"Goodbye Liv." Ruby muttered with a groan, hanging up the phone. She didn't know what she was going to do with the blonde delinquent. She turned her attention back to the storyline at hand. She wanted to build something believable with Kris, something that the fans would buy into.

Ruby walked into the backstage area to find Kris already waiting for her along with Orange Cassidy, Chuck and Trent. Ruby couldn’t be certain but for a moment she was almost certain that Kris lit up when she saw her.

“Hey how’s it going?” Ruby asked, looking between them.

Chuck flashed a friendly smile her way. “Kris here was telling us, you ladies might be teaming up.”

“Yeah, I talked to the writing staff and they actually seemed to like the idea of us teaming up.” Kris said, once more sucking on her lip ring.

Ruby noticed that it seemed to be a nervous habit for the younger superstar. It kind of made Ruby want try and get her to relax. “That’s great, maybe we should go over our segment?” Ruby asked, wanting to make sure that they nailed it perfectly. She was a bit of a perfectionist in that regard.

“Yeah, I have a little bit of time. I am supposed to go with Orange to his match so as long as I am back in time.” Kris said.

Orange Cassidy nodded and gave her a thumbs up, before going back to chilling. He really did seem to embody his character, just a really mellow dude which Ruby appreciated. She had seen his works on the indies and she enjoyed seeing all the impressive things that he could do.

Kris and Ruby walked down the hall, finding a quiet spot for them to talk. Ruby couldn't pinpoint why she was feeling so nervous, but Liv's teasing words from earlier kept playing through her mind. She tried to clear her mind, focusing on what she had came here to do. She wanted to tell compelling stories and be able to wrestle.

"So I think Britt agreed to the beat down angle. I'm going to come and make the save again and maybe pick you up and carry you to the back." Kris explained, trying to fill Ruby in on what she had worked out with the other competitor.

"Are you sure you're okay having to carry me back up the ramp?" Ruby didn't want to make Kris uncomfortable.

Kris stared at her for a long couple of seconds, that really felt like a life time to Ruby. "I think I can handle carrying you Soho." Kris finally said.

Truth be told Kris was just feeling lucky that Ruby had agreed to the segment. A compelling story that would drive fans to tune in was exactly what she wanted.

"Alright, well I guess I should get changed into my ring gear. Um also my friend Liv told me to tell you hi."

"Is she the one who had the questions about whether or not I'm an alien?" Kris asked, a small smirk tugging at her lips.

Ruby blushed but nodded. "I think Liv is just naturally curious. Anybody she thinks is hot or weird, she wants to know everything about them. I guess I don't blame her."

Kris looked amused. "Which one is it?" She asked.

Ruby blinked in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Which one am I? Hot or weird?" Kris asked, finding it hilarious to put Ruby on the spot.

Ruby's blush only deepened and she seemed to shrink back a little, her mouth opening and closing a couple of times like a fish.

Statlander just laughed and winked at her. "I'll let you think on it. See you out there, Soho." Kris replied, before leaving Ruby, so she could go back and meet up with Orange and the rest of her friends.

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"So you and Soho?"

"Don't ask Chuckie, I don't want to talk about it." Kris mused as they stood ringside, watching Orange Cassidy wrestle Matt Hardy. It was hard to hear over the roar of the crowd, which was good for Kris because she didn't really want to talk about it.

"She's not a bad pick for a tag partner. She looks like she's creative enough to bounce ideas off of." Chuck continued, not taking Kris' cue to drop it.

Kris ignored him, focusing on Orange as he managed to hit the Orange Punch. She wasn't sure she had really been flirting with Ruby, maybe messing with her a little bit about the alien thing.  Relationships hadn't really gone well for her in the past and she didn't want to think about how a stupid little work crush could effect that. She highly doubted Ruby had come to AEW looking for anything other than opportunities to wrestle, and Kris wasn't going to get in the way of that.

She made her way backstage once Orange won, and found herself face to face with Britt Baker. Britt gave her a friendly smile, mainly since they were backstage and away from cameras and prying eyes.

"You excited for your new storyline?" Britt asked. She hadn't been filled in on everything, but she knew Kris was going to be making the save once she started beating down Ruby.

"Yeah, I think it'll be fun to mix it up." Kris said, trying not to sound to enthusiastic. "What about you, any chance you'll get to be in a storyline with Adam?" She knew how much Britt had missed her boyfriend when they were in separate promotions.

"It's good to have him here, good to be able to share the road with somebody I love. It's different going on road loops when it's you and your significant other." Britt replied, clearly excited for the prospect. "You'll be getting to travel with Soho now right? I know you usually travel with Orange and the boys."

Kris chuckled softly. "Maybe the car won't smell like feet for once. It'd be nice to get to the arena early for once. Trent always gets us lost." Kris really did love her boys, she was grateful for their friendship. She was excited however to be able to tell a story with Ruby outside of the ring though. To get to try and sell the audience on it, even when they weren't at tapings.

"I wish you luck." Britt said, before brushing past her as her music hit.

Ruby walked to the curtain, surprised to see Kris there already. "Were you waiting for me?"

Kris shook her head. "Nah, not exactly I was just talkin to Britt before the segment. Go kick some butt out there, I'll be watching." Kris said, noting that Ruby looked a little disappointed and crestfallen to find that Kris hadn't been waiting for her.

Ruby schooled her expression into a neutral one as her music hit. "See you out there."

The younger superstar watched the monitors intently as Ruby and Britt cut promos on each other. She had to give it to the two ladies, they were exceptionally talented mic workers. Kris listened as they roasted the ever living daylights out of each other. It was fascinating to watch, because it blended a fair share of personal shots but also wrestling shots as well.

It was so enthralling that Kris almost missed her cue as Britt's lackies, Rebel and Jamie Hayter began to beat down Ruby. Kris shook her head and grabbed a chair running down to rescue Ruby. She cleared the ring, smacking Rebel hard across the back with a chair.

"Thought you weren't coming." Ruby replied with a small laugh, as Kris helped her to her feet. She could see that one of Britt's kicks had actually busted Ruby's lip open.

Kris' eyes narrowed and she lifted her thumb, brushing it over Ruby's split lip. She noted the way Ruby seemed to flinch at the contact. Kris' gaze softened and she rolled out of the ring and then helped Ruby start limping towards the back. About half way up the ramp, Kris scooped Ruby up into her arms bridal style.

The roar of the crowd was almost instant, as if they didn't know what to make of the duo. Kris cracked a small smile and winked down at Ruby as the crowd started chanting for them. It was definitely the reaction they wanted for the beginning of their little arc.

"Hey Stat?"

Kris raised a brow. "Yeah?"

"About your question earlier, regarding which one? I'd say both. A little weird, but definitely hot" Ruby replied cheekily, taking great joy in the way Kris almost stumbled once they reached the top of the ramp.

Kris was thankful for the face paint hiding just how hot her cheeks felt suddenly. She could already tell that traveling with Soho was going to be an adventure.

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Too Late for R & R-Part 1

Part 1

Mattie

           It was different than being in the ring with Dad and Papa. They’d trained me for this since I was seven. For a while, I thought they’d put me on TV right away. Of course, none of them saw it that way. I had to earn it, just like everyone else in the business. There would be no network TV debut right off the bat. There were warmup matches and squash matches and practice on the mic. No matter how good I was, everyone knew I wasn’t ready for the big show. Not yet.

           But I still trained with Dad and Papa, Uncle Kenny and Adam. Sometimes even Chuck and Trent would jump in if they had to go off to do something. Once, Arn Anderson even got in the ring with me. It was amazing. And being a Jackson meant something—just like being a Rhodes—but it didn’t mean I could get away without earning my stripes.

           Uncle Kenny was the one who offered me a spot. Dad made sure that I understood that, if I signed it, I would be working for Tony and Uncle Kenny. They would be my bosses. They would be the ones who decided when I wrestled, where, and who. I could offer ideas, I could make suggestions and work on my character, but they had the final say. Dad and Papa wouldn’t be asking for special favors for me, and I shouldn’t think I’d get any.

           “In fact,” Dad had said to me right before I signed the contract, “they’re going to expect more from you because you’re a Jackson.”

           I debuted on Dark as a partner and valet for one of the newly signed guys. His went by Alex Wonder, and he’d been brought on to join the revived Team Taz. He was like me—basically unknown on the wrestling scene—but he had an amazing talent. He was a heel, and Uncle Kenny said I needed to stretch my acting muscles. I wouldn’t be a babyface all the time, after all.

           Alex was fighting Orange Cassidy in the opening match of Dark. They’d developed a tiny feud that was enough to tell a story. I wasn’t quite sure how I fit in with the whole storyline just yet, but we were working on it. Still, I’d come out with him, dressed in a pair of grey skinny jeans, Jordans, and a strappy black top. My job was to look good and distract the referee and his opponent as much as possible.

           I figured I could do that.

***

           I could feel my heart thumping out of my chest as I sat ringside to watch the match. It was late—going on midnight—and filming for the next week’s episode of Dark had been delayed in starting. The long minutes of waiting didn’t help my anxiety one bit. There were so many things that could go wrong, even though I knew Mattie wouldn’t be seeing any real wrestling action for a while. As a mother, I wanted her to succeed at her dream, but I was also terrified of what might happen when she chased after it for good. Being a wrestling wife twice over was one thing, but adding in being a wrestling mom… I didn’t know if my heart could take it.

           “She’s going to be fine, Mama,” Matt said from the chair beside me. We sat near the barrier that separated the audience from the ring. We were in Daily’s Place with a small crowd—minute really—so it wasn’t too hard to hear him. He had a brace on his knee, a support for the healing ACL. Nick and I had finally convinced him to get the surgery to repair it a month before. After all, the Young Bucks had slowed down a little in recent years, and it wasn’t a huge deal for him to be out for nine months.  

           “Trust us,” Nick murmured from behind me. He squeezed his hands on my shoulders and dropped down to press a kiss to the top of my head. I could sense the nerves running through him. They matched my own.

           We watched as the match began. Mattie was leaning against the apron with her attention focused on what was going on. I could see her watching, taking in every move and step and spot. She watched Alex Wonder carefully, as if his safety was in her hands. In a way, it was. She paced around the corner, coming closer to us. I could see Matt in the set of her jaw and Nick in the earnestness of her eyes.

           The action spilled out to ringside. Mattie did a good job of staying out of the way. She distracted the referee so Alex could get a cheap shot in. Cassidy bounced off the ropes and came bounding back across the ring. He reached out and grabbed the ropes as he fell into a baseball slide. In the same moment, Alex grabbed Mattie by the shoulders and yanked her in between him and the oncoming Cassidy.

           I saw the flash of panic on Mattie’s face as she flung her arms out in front of her. She turned, her left leg forward. I saw the moment when Cassidy realized he was too deep into the move to stop. My heart leapt into my throat as I let out a scream. “Mattie!”

Nick

           Slow motion. That’s what it felt like as I watched Cassidy slide at speed beneath the bottom rope and ram straight into my daughter. Her arms were locked out in front of her, palms out, left leg locked in front to bear her weight. I could see what was about to happen before it did.

           When they collided, I didn’t know who was screaming louder, Mattie or her mother.

           I moved before I could think. I vaulted over the security rail, not caring if I took the camera guy with me. All I could think was that I had to get to my daughter. I shoved down the nausea that tore through me as I raced around the side of the ring. The match stopped the referee Alex, and Cassidy gathered around a body on the floor at ringside. I skidded along the mat, practically tossing people out of the way in my terror.

           “Tea,” I said frantically, shoving Cassidy to the side. Alex hovered just out of reach—smart on his part. I’d have knocked him out if he’d been close enough.

           “Fuck, I’m sorry, Nick… we didn’t plan that spot…” Cassidy said, sounding heartbroken. As if he were going to be just as sick as me. He’d known Mattie since she was a baby. He’d probably hate himself if she were seriously hurt. A second later, he glared at Alex Wonder with murder in his eyes.

           “Mattie,” I said again, crawling closer until I was right beside my daughter, Doc Sampson knelt on her other side, his hands gently probing her left wrist and her right leg. I didn’t need him to tell me. Her left leg was twisted at an odd angle. White bone and bloody gore pushed through the skin of her left forearm. Her face was splotchy, alternately crimson and ashy pale. “Mattie.”

           “We need to get her to the hospital,” Doc Sampson said. He glanced at my daughter’s arm and then back at her leg. “I think she’s got at least one break there.”

           My eyes burned, and I couldn’t stop myself from crying. Tears poured down my face as I hovered over my first-born child. Her face was a mask of pain and terror. It was amazing that she hadn’t passed out or gone into shock yet. Doc Sampson was on the walkie to backstage. A gurney rolled out from the back, medics pushing people out of the way.

           I looked up and back. Y/N and Matt were at the railing, watching with faces almost as white as Mattie’s. Matt was on crutches, unable to get close. Our wife was frozen with terror, her worst nightmares coming true.

           “Go tell them we’re going to the hospital. Get security, and get them out of the crowd as fast as possible,” I ordered Cassidy. He nodded, still looking as if he were either going to puke or rip Wonder apart with his bare hands, then practically ran toward the spot where my brother and our wife waited.

Matt

           I kept one arm around Y/N’s waist, knowing that if I let go, she would hit the floor. I could see it in the ghostly pallor of her face and the fact that she barely looked to be breathing. “It’s okay, Y/N. It’s okay.”

           Cassidy came closer, his face alternately angry red and sick green. I could already see him blaming himself for what happened. He’d barely opened his mouth to speak when I heard the sound of my brother’s rage-filled voice.

           “Stupid, dumbass prick! Careless asshole!” Half a breath later the distinctive sound of two stiff hits echoed through the quiet. Wonder’s hands moved reflexively, coming up toward his face, but he hit the ringside mat before he could realize what happened. Nick moved toward the back with purpose, the knuckles of his right hand busted open and bloodied. He held it still, as if he had hurt himself.

           A pair of security guards appeared behind us, clearing a way for us through the sparse crowd. I cursed under my breath, hating the way the crutches slowed me down. How it slowed my wife down. I knew her as well as I knew anyone else, and I was certain that she was panicked beyond recognition. Her greatest fear had been that one of us would get hurt. I’d always though it would be me or my brother. I never stopped to think that it would be my daughter.

           By the time we made it out of Daily’s Place and into the lot, the ambulance had already driven away with Nick in the back with Mattie. Our rental car had been brought to the curb. Y/N trembled as she got behind the wheel. Her fingers clenched the steering wheel until her knuckles were white, skin stretched thin. I didn’t want her to drive—she had to be in shock—but I was useless. I couldn’t drive with my knee.

           “Move,” someone said from by the driver’s door. I looked across my wife to see Adam Page standing there. “I’ll drive, Y/N. You’re in no state to.”

           Adam caught my eye, his face a mixture of pure rage and sickening worry. I knew it was an expression mirrored by my wife and I. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was worn by everyone in the back. They’d all known Mattie since she was little.

           He helped Y/N out and into the back. Just before he shut the door, shouts came from the arena exit. Kenny came racing across the lot, tugging a shirt on over his head as he ran, Brandon on his heels. They slid in on either side of my wife in the back seat, huddling close and slipping their arms around her. Adam gunned it from the parking lot and practically fishtailed into the street. The moment he could, Adam pushed the car to near ninety and my wife fell apart, sobbing so hard that she could hardly breathe. I twisted in my seat to take her hand, lacing our fingers together while Kenny and Brandon did their best to hold her together.

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Fun Sized Matchmaker

ICBeing The Elite Part 2 

Click right HERE for Part 1, It Started with The Janela Zone

Pairings -  Adam Page x OFC, Chuck Taylor x OC, Marq Quen x OFC

Category - Fluff, comedy, more angsty than the last

Warnings/Promises - Anxiety attacks, cussing

Word Count - 2216

Summary/Desc - Parker struggles to believe Chuck really likes her, Gabby meets the Elite, Bri and Marq wonder what they are. 

“Marko leave me alone about it!” Parker bursted out, carrying her legs away from one of her newer friends. Marko had to practically jog to catch up with her, for one, she was way taller, and two, she walked fast. “Oh come on! It’s pretty clear that he likes you!” She stopped all of a sudden, making him run into her back.

“Oh my God- Marko get up.” Parker gave him a hand before continuing, “It’s been ONE, I’ll say it again ONE, UNO, EINS, ODIN week. And plus he wouldn’t want someone like me.”

“Yes he would! He’s been talking about you the whole week, even Jack is starting to like you.” “Ha ha, very funny jokes.” 

This was normal behavior for Parker. She wouldn't believe anyone liked her, because of past relationships, all, clearly, never worked out. Even if he did, he would probably get tired of her, like every other boy, girl or person. Marko gave her a look, “You don’t know that. Plus it was meant to be.” Parker looked down at him for the last sentence. “Have you NOT seen all the posts people have made about you two?” Her eyes widened, “What. Posts. Marko.”

He pulled out his phone, showing her the posts from Instagram, Twitter and even Tumblr. Parker instantly wanted to just curl up in a ball and die. Anxiety felt worse than what it usually did. And just to make things worse, she looked over to see Trent and Chuck standing 20 feet away. So what’s the first thing anyone would do? Run and run till you reach outside. She made it outside and broke down, she’d had her fair share of anxiety attacks, but this one seemed different. 

She felt way more sick, mouth dry and felt like she was about to pass out. She heard footsteps approaching, “What was tha-?” Marko noticed the state she was in, and tried his best to calm her down, “Hey hey, you got this. You gotta be ready for your Being The Elite segment later.” She went through her usual steps to calm down, and they took a while but they worked. She stood up and dusted herself off, “How bad did it look like I was crying?”

Marko shrugged, “I think it’s a good idea you decided to do your makeup later.” Parker lightly shoved him, “Dork.”

Gabby and Adam were walking down the hallway, hand in hand when Adam had a surprise. “Ok close your eyes.” Adam said, moving in front of Gabby. “Oh lord.” Gabby shook her head but still did what the cowboy said. Adam pulled out this small suede black box. “Ok open.” Adam had the biggest smile on his face. Gabby opened her eyes, with a smile on her face and gave him a big hug, she said no words in that moment.

Gabby pulled her hand out for Adam to put on the ring. “You like it?” Adam questioned. “I love it! thank you so much, I love you” Gabby was excited. Adam had bought her a promise ring, both of their names on each side with a diamond in the middle. “How did you get this so fast?” “Don’t worry, I know people who know people.” They laughed it off.

“Well don’t you think this is a lot for us not being together that long? Like I love you, but isn’t this a bit much?” Gabby tilted her head in confusion. “I don’t plan on leaving this anytime soon, you don’t plan on leaving this anytime soon. What’s the wait?” Adam palmed her chin rubbing her cheek. “You right, I guess we aren’t moving that fast.” Gabby smirked. The couple walked towards the rest of the roster, hands locked as always.

The Elite

The The Elite

The Elite

The The Elite

The Elite

The The Elite

Superkick PAAARRRR-

Jack Daniels bottle in one hand, Gabby’s waist in the other. A drunk Adam Page and a sober Gabby walked into the EVP’s room where you would find The Elite hanging out as usual. “Hey guys!” Adam lifted his bottle, greeting them. “Who the fuck is she?” Kenny questioned. “Yeah Adam you can’t just bring one of your female friends in here.” Matt stated.

“Guys just chill, this is Gabby. Remember Joey's friend?” Adam said, putting his bottle on the coffee table.“Hi! Just thought I’d ya know introduce myself since me and Adam are-“ Adam placed his finger over her lips in the middle of her talking. “I know who she is, what’s that on your finger gabby?” Nick pointed at her hand. “Look I wasn’t gonna tell y’all but, we are together and are in love.” Adam pulled Gabby in tighter.

“You’re dating?!” The trio of Kenny and The Bucks yelled. Gabby put her hand up with the ring on her finger, “Yup, and he gave me a promise ring!” “Who would’ve thought Adam would be in a relationship.” Nick softly smirked. Kenny looked down and laughed in silence before getting up and walking out the room. “Kenny!!! Don’t leave!”' Matt screamed then walked out to the hallway.

“Wonder what’s wrong with hi-“ Gabby pulled Adam into a kiss, cutting off his words.

sHoTs sHoTs ShOtS

Bri and Private Party were walking down the hallway again, way more calm than last week. They were almost off camera when they, once again, bumped into Nick Jackson. He sighed heavily, “I already told y’all last week I wasn’t interested.” Marq put his hands up, “Woah woah woah, Nick. Slow your roll there.” Nick looked irritated. “We weren’t tryna set y’all two up last week.” “So what? You’re gonna try and do it this week?”

“Nah,” Marq put his arm around Bri’s shoulder and pointed at her, “This mines now.”

Nick squinted, “Yeah right.” “You don’t believe me?” Nick crossed his arms, “Nope.”

Marq detached his arms from Bri and got up in Nick’s face, the tables had turned, “I’m deadass!” Nick had jumped back, surprised from what he just heard and was left silent while Bri and Marq walked away. Nick was about to continue down the hallway when Isiah put his hand up to stop him. Nick looked at him and shook his head, whispering no multiple times. When Isiah put his hand up and did a motion like he was dropping a microphone.

Nick was left stunned, “Damn. Alright then.”

Attempted Murder

There was a knock on a locker room door, you heard “Come in!” from the other side and when the door opened, you saw The Best Friends accompanied with Parker, eyes widened. “Hey...Brandon.” Trent let out quickly looking towards Parker, glaring.

“Do you guys by any chance know who hit me last week?” Brandon asked from behind the camera. They all shook their heads. “Are you sure? Cause the Bucks found me last week in here, stuffed in a suitcase.”

Chuck shrugged, a plain look on his face. Parker spoke up, “Actually, I might know who.” She paused, “I’ll tell you where they are!” She got up and walked out the door, motioning for everyone else in the room to come out. She started stating random directions and pointing, Best Friends stood behind her. “Wait so who am I looking for?” “Oh.” Chuck said, looking at Parker. “Well, y’know.” She shrugged, before they all took off running, well, except for Orange, who lazily walked behind them.

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What Nick you’re not gonna sing it all with me this time?

The three friends had gone their separate ways this week after the show. Bri with Private Party, Gabby with her love and Parker packing up by herself.

The newest couple, Gab and Adam, were sitting at the bar at Daily’s Place, drinking as always. When they both heard a very familiar voice, one Gabby knew pretty well. “Long time no see huh?” said Joey Janela, he sat right next to the two of them. “What’s up Joey?” Adam took a sip of his drink before wrapping his arm around Gabby’s shoulders. Gabby didn’t really think to tell Joey about her and Adam , after he left with Sonny last week they rarely talked. “My bad Joey, I didn’t really tell you about last week.” “It's cool, what happened?” Joey questioned. “That’s bae,” he motioned towards Gabby, “is what happened” Adam added. “Please don’t mind him Joey, he’s drunk. But he ain’t lie.” Gabby looked away from Joey.

“Oh really? I’m happy for you! Guess I can call myself a matchmaker right?” Joey smiled. “Guess so, I’ll catch up later.” Gabby said before getting up and giving Joey a hug goodbye, Adam just waved at him. “Don’t act like that Adam, we are friends, geez.'' Adam just took another sip of his drink not responding to what Gabby said. “You’re so lucky you're drunk right now, otherwise this would be an argument” Gabby playfully sneered before walking away from the bar.

In the corner of the bar, Bri was talking to Marq, what happened last week was in the back of their heads. They were both laughing when he asked the question, “Did you mean to throw up? Or did you mean to kiss me?” Bri shrugged, “Well, I would like to do the second one right now, since I didn’t get to last time.” Marq shook his head, “Then what are you waiting for?”

Bri leaned forward and attached her lips with Marq’s. It wasn’t long, but it sure was sweet. Like they had been waiting to do that forever. They had both smiled. “Wait so what are we?”

He shrugged, “Guess we’ll see.” She had smiled and kissed him again, before going back to the conversation before.

Far away from the bar, packing her bags was Parker. Still upset from talking with Marko earlier. She liked Chuck, she really did. But she felt scared, what Marko has been saying could be a lie, or it could be the truth, but those feelings could easily go away.

Before she knew it, a tear rolled down her cheek. There was a knock on the door in the room she was in when she quickly wiped the tear. “What, what who is it?” In walked Marko, smile on his face, “So? How do you feel?” She sighed, “Great, I really hope we all get to keep coming back. Even though we aren’t really wrestlers.” Marko rolled his eyes, “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Then what?” “Didn’t he ask?”

She put her stuff down and looked at him like he was crazy, “I’m gonna snatch that nose ring out if you don’t tell me what you’re talking about!”

He sighed annoyed, “Chuck said he was gonna come talk to you about last week cause y’know, he really wanted to ask out the question, but I guess he chickened out.” “What?! Where can I find him?!”

Marko thought for a second, “Oh! He said he was riding by himself tonight, unless you said yes, but he might be in the parking lot.” She quickly grabbed her phone and ran out, but came back in and hugged Marko, “Thank you.”

Off Parker was, like it was some cliche romance movie, and once she reached the parking lot she quickly looked around, but Chuck was nowhere to be seen. She mentally slapped herself for not exchanging numbers with him last week. She wanted to cry again, but instead she just started attacking a bush. Punching, kicking, and cussing out, a fucking plant.

She was clearly causing a scene, even though most of the people were gone and weren’t coming out. She heard a voice behind her, one she for once, wasn’t that nervous to hear, “Parker? What the heck are you doing?” She turned around and looked at the voice. Chuck looked concerned and confused.

“Did you chicken out?” “Chicken out of what?!” “Asking me to be with you! You Kentucky Born idiot!” “Marko told me you’re the one who chickened out!”

They looked at each other, confused before they exploded in fits of laughter. Parker looked up at him and just smiled. Chuck broke the silence, “So, are you just gonna continue to beat up an innocent bush or?” “Shut up!” She laughed and walked towards him, playfully hitting him over and over.

He laughed before grabbing her wrists, and they were silent for a moment. They had FINALLY done what they had both wanted to for a whole week, and that was to share a kiss. Chuck pulled away to ask, “So what do I call you? My girlfriend? Boyfriend? Significant other?”

Parker smiled, “Call me whatever.” “Alright, Parker, you’re my whatever.” They both just smiled at each other when you heard a small voice across the parking lot, “See! I told you he liked you!” Parker groaned, “Excuse me while I go beat him up.”

“Alright, don’t take too long, my whatever.” Parker ran after Marko, with a smile on her face. 

She wasn’t his thot anymore.

Hey fam, make sure you also follow @westanaew​ , the co writer for this series. Hope you enjoyed this part, come back next Monday for part 3!

[chicgeekgirl89]

Mercy is Out of Your Reach: Chapter 1

Fandom: SEAL Team

Characters: Sonny Quinn, Clay Spenser, Lisa Davis, Jason Hayes, and the rest of the team

Summary: Sonny Quinn isn't sick. And he's definitely not too sick to escape the cell he and Clay are trapped in. At least, not yet. Contains Clay whump, Sonny whump, a little torture, and a bit of Savis. Shoutout to @bluenet13 for helping with the title! 

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Sonny Quinn absolutely, positively did not have a cold. Colds were for sissies and kids, not Tier One Operators. What he had was allergies. Or at least that’s what he told Jason when he arrived at the base, coughing and hacking. Because the hell he was being left behind when his brothers were taking off for a mission halfway across the world. He was not staying out of the action for a little cough and runny nose.

“Could you please cough literally anywhere else?” Clay griped, wrinkling his nose as Sonny covered his mouth with his elbow and hacked away.

“You should have stayed home,” Brock grunted.

“Let me look at you.” Trent pulled out a penlight and Sonny swatted him away with a frown. “Get that thing outta my face.”

“I thought you said you were fine,” Jason said, cracking open one eye from in his hammock.

“I am. It’s allergies.”

“To what? Behaving yourself?” Ray asked with a snicker.

Sonny kicked at him. “It’s ragweed. And pollen.”

“Right. Sure it is,” Full Metal grunted.

Sonny stood up and glared at all of them. “If ya’ll are going to be assholes I’m just going to take my charming personality to another part of this transport.”

“Good.”

“Go.”

“Yes please.”

Sonny shot them all a final scowl before trundling himself off to the back of the plane. He honestly felt a little bit like garbage; his head was full, he couldn’t breathe through his nose, and his lungs felt tight. He settled himself against a crate, letting his head drop back as he tried to take a deep breath.

The op was taking them to Morocco to gather intel for Mandy and possibly get to blow things up depending on the results. It wasn’t a Gucci mission by any means, but it was lower risk than some of the other ones they’d been on lately and that was probably good because he was already exhausted and they hadn’t even started yet.

“What are you doing?” 

He cracked open an eye to find Lisa looking down at him. “Sleeping?”

“You should be home.”

“I’m fine,” he told her, even as he felt his breath catch again and tried to unsuccessfully stifle yet another cough.

“You’re sick.”

“Quinns don’t get sick,” he said automatically. 

“Stop saying that!” she snapped at him. “Just because that’s the line your father lived by, it doesn’t mean you have to do it too.”

“It’s not a line. It’s a fact,” he said, sniffing as some snot tried to trickle out of his nose.

“You’re an idiot.”

“You know you keep on saying that to me, it might just hurt my feelings,” he told her with a grin.

She walked away and returned moments later with a bottle of water and an orange packet, both of which she tossed into his lap. “Drink this.”

He wrinkled his nose. “It tastes like piss.”

“Drink it anyway. Might help.”

He grumbled but she just crossed her arms and stared at him so he dumped the powdered Vitamin C into the bottle and chugged it down. “Happy?” he asked when he was finished.

“You should let Trent check you out.”

“You know, last I knew I was a fully grown adult who could make his own damn choices.”

“And last I knew you were a stubborn ass idiot.”

“Agree to disagree then.”

“If you die, it is not on me.”

“Absolutely.”

She was obviously still mad at him as she stalked away, probably to go huff at Mandy about stupid men and their lack of care for themselves. But he was fine. He just needed a couple hours of shuteye and he’d be good to go again.

He didn’t exactly feel worse by the time they landed, but he definitely didn’t feel better either. He sniffed and snorted as they gathered up their gear and headed out for whatever abandoned warehouse/hotel/house they were setting up the TOC in today. 

“Ray and Metal are going high on overwatch,” Jason said as they briefed. “Clay and Sonny will be at the café. Brock, Trent and I will be in the truck. Remember this is surveillance only. As much as a it sucks,” he glanced at Eric who had the good grace not to roll his eyes at his trigger happy team, “do not engage for any reason.”

“Not even if they say something mean?” Sonny asked, then rasped out another cough.

“You’re really going to make me take Typhoid Mary over here on a stakeout?” Clay asked.

“You know, none of you are being very supportive of my decision to come and watch all your asses,” Sonny grumbled.

“All right that’s enough,” Blackburn said. “Everybody has their assignments. You roll out in twenty.”

Jason caught Sonny’s arm on the way out of the room. “You sure you’re good for this?” 

“Yeah Jase. I’m fine.”

“We can do the op without you. Trent can take your spot.”

“I told you I’m fine. Ya’ll need to stop mothering me.”

Jason nodded. “Don’t screw it up.”

“Have I ever?” Sonny grinned and pointed finger guns at him. “Don’t answer that.”

“Drink this,” Clay said later when they were in position. The two of them had taken a corner table in the cafe, backs to the wall so they could keep an eye out for trouble. Both of them were in civvies, caps pulled down low over their faces, backpacks resting on the floor to keep their cover as “American tourists.”

“Why do you all keep trying to make me drink stuff today?” Sonny grumbled, sniffing at the cup Clay had put in front of him.

“It’s tea. It’ll help your throat,” Clay said.

“My throat doesn’t need any help.”

“Sonny shut up and drink the damn tea,” Jason said over the comms.

He did as he was told, sipping the bitter brew and wishing it was coffee or a beer instead. Or better yet NyQuil. 

“Okay those are our guys,” Ray said, static crackling in the background. “Keep it cool and make sure you get that device right.”

Sonny shifted in his seat, angling so that the camera button on his shirt would pick up more of the room, while Clay adjusted the listening device masquerading as a pen, right on the edge of the table.

“Bravo Two we are in position,” Clay muttered.

“Read you loud and clear Bravo Six. Hold steady.”

They got about ten, good minutes before it all went to hell. One second Sonny was sitting with Clay the next he was on the floor, ears ringing and then completely blind as someone threw a bag over his head.

He struggled and kicked his feet, making contact with someone who yelled and the next thing he felt was extreme pain in his skull, likely from the butt of a rifle.

He lost time after that, coming in and out. He was being carried, or rather dragged, and whoever was doing it clearly didn’t care about his health and wellbeing. He was vaguely aware of being put into a vehicle with no idea how long the ride lasted. And when he finally came around for real he wished he’d stayed out, because there was a man spraying him with a hose.

He gasped and struggled to get into a seated position, wincing as he touched the knot on the back of his skull.

Something moved next to him. “You all right?” Clay asked, wiping water from his face. His lip was split and there was a lot of dirt on the front of his shirt.

Sonny nodded as he took a good look at their surroundings. Cement walls and floor. Barred door. No window. A prison cell. Shit.

The man who’d sprayed them growled something in a language Sonny didn’t understand and then walked away. “D’you get that?” he asked Clay.

“His equivalent of ‘Fucking Americans’ I think,” Clay said. “My Tamazight’s rough.”

“What the hell man?” Sonny asked. “Did you see anything?”

Clay shook his head, testing the strength of the bars on the door. “Nah it was all smoke and light and then they hit me in the head. You still got your comm?”

Sonny shook his head. “They must have searched us, knife in my boot’s gone. And that water took out the button cam if it wasn’t damaged already.”

His lungs constricted painfully and he coughed wetly into his hand. “All right listen,” Clay said coming to stand close to him, back to the hall in case anyone was watching. “You’re sick. You need to let me run point on this. I’ll get us out of here.”

Sonny glared at him. “I am perfectly capable of helping us escape this hellhole.”

“I know. I’m just saying let me take point. Let me take the heat.”

“I am not letting you take the heat for anything!”

With a rattling clang the cell door slid open and four men entered. Two of them pointed automatic weapons at their captives, while the other two shoved them out of the cell and down the hall.

“Let me handle it,” Clay muttered to him.

Sonny shot him a dirty look but didn’t have time to respond as they were pushed into a new room. Sonny immediately spotted a tub of water in the corner and several more men, all holding weapons. Double shit.

He and Clay were both forced onto their knees and Sonny felt the barrel of a rifle press into the back of his still aching skull. He gritted his teeth. This was the kind of thing SERE school was made for. But that didn’t mean it was going to be easy.

The man who stepped in front of them looked familiar and Sonny had to work to conceal his surprise. Farhad Mahmoudi wasn’t supposed to be in country. In fact all their intelligence said he was hundreds of miles away at his home in Iran. This whole scouting trip had been about checking into his network and planning his assassination upon arrival. And here he was, six weeks ahead of the supposed schedule. 

“I am so curious,” Farhad said, “as to why two Americans were sitting in a café in a part of town they certainly shouldn’t be visiting.” 

With his neatly trimmed beard, glasses, and Ramones t-shirt he didn’t look like your typical baddie, but Sonny had learned they took all shapes and sizes. It wasn’t fair. Scum of the earth shouldn’t be allowed to like the same things as regular folks.

His English was excellent, slightly accented, and Sonny seemed to remember that he’d schooled somewhere Western, maybe London or Oxford. “Well me and my buddy here, we’re just on a bit of a vacation,” Sonny said quickly, and could feel Clay’s glare without looking. He was the senior team member. If anybody was taking heat, it was him.

“A vacation? To this country? An interesting choice. Some might even say dangerous.” Farhad’s face said he wasn’t fooled.

“Well we like a little danger.” Sonny grinned at him. “Good for a man. Keeps him strong. Ladies love that.”

“I see. This is interesting because all of the American men I have met who look like you, act like you, they are not tourists.” He fixed Sonny with a look of steel. “They are American military.”

Something slammed into Sonny’s back and he choked as he fell face-first into the floor, already sore lungs clenching in his chest as he gasped for air. He heard Clay’s surprised grunt as he hit the floor beside him. 

“So which is it? Air Force? No.” Sonny felt a boot grind into his back, pinning him to the ground and he coughed painfully as his lungs were further constricted. “You are not pretty enough for the Air Force. That one is. But not you. Maybe Army?”

Sonny gasped for air as the boot moved and caught him the ribs, not hard enough to break anything, but enough to make a point. “No, not Army either. Too tough for the Army. Which leaves…” Farhad’s sneakers, black Converse, stopped directly in front of his face. “Navy. Are you Navy?”

“We’re just tourists,” Sonny ground out.

“Not regular Navy then. Regular Navy cracks under pressure. But you, you are trained for this. You are SEAL’s.”

Someone grabbed Sonny’s hair and dragged him painfully off the floor toward the tub in the corner of the room, Farhad’s voice following him as he went. “I hear SEAL’s like the water. Let’s see if this is true.”

Before Sonny could even think his head was shoved under the surface.

There were tricks to water torture. You had to turn off just enough to not really feel it, but stay with it enough to hold your breath. None of that took into account the fact that Sonny’s brush with death in a torpedo tube made water of any kind an instant panic situation. He felt his body start to thrash, tried to lift his head and gulped water instead, burning inside this throat until he thought he couldn’t take it anymore and then he was yanked from the tub, gasping, dripping, and shaking.

“Hmmm, you really can hold your breath quite a long time can’t you? Let’s see for how long.”

Sonny lost count of how many times he went under. Every time he came up he could hear Clay yelling something fierce and he could only hope that they weren’t doing anything nearly as terrible to his buddy. 

His lungs grew tired and it became harder and harder not to inhale water. He was close to blacking out and if that happened he was going to drown. Every ounce of adrenaline he had in him seemed to seep away as water came up his nose and down his throat. And then, mercifully, he was pulled out and dropped onto the floor, gasping and hacking away like a dying fish.

Someone pulled him to his feet and dragged him back to the cell. Clay was tossed in beside him and the door slammed shut. “Sonny!” Clay grabbed his arm and rolled him onto his side. “Sonny talk to me.”

Sonny’s chest felt like it was on fire so it took him a second to gasp out an answer. “I’m…okay,” he finally managed.

“God could you be any more stupid?” Clay asked, his voice shaky. “Next time let me take it.”

“What’d,” Sonny hacked, trying to clear mucus from his throat, “what’d you tell them?”

“Stuck with your story. We’re backpacking. Always wanted to see Morocco. Asked if they knew the best place to get some girls.”

Sonny tried to bark out a laugh but it came out as a cough instead. “Your storytelling is always something.” He managed to heave himself up and back against the wall so he could look at his friend. “They hurt you? You were yelling pretty loud.”

Clay shook his head. “Not really. Couple kicks here and there. I’m fine. I was yelling to try and get them to stop, not that they were listening. Farhad made it pretty clear they only need one of us. And I don’t think he’s particular about which one it is. He’s ready to pit us against each other, see who cracks first.”

Triple shit.

[deztinywarriors]

The Linked Charms - Episode 2 (Multi Liverpool players)

[brokenwinchesterr]

@sammiielli @fan-fiction-galore This is my piece for the Dog Days of Summer Writing Challenge. This is the first piece that I’ve actually posted that’s about a wrestler. I will admit I had a bit of difficulty writing this because I couldn’t decide on who to write for and then I was afraid that it would be too out of character but fuck it, yolo. The following list were my prompts:

Quote 7: Wait no I didn’t-I didn’t mean it like that!

Location 12: The side of the road in the desert

Situation 1: The car has broken down and you two are fighting.

I would love feedback but please, make sure it’s creative criticism and not hate/complaints because honestly I don’t have time for that. Normally I do not get anything like that but I know wrestling fans tend to be a bit crazy( I mean that in the nicest way possible.)

Pairing: Marty Scurll x Reader, Pete Dunne x Reader; Word Count: 3,562 Warnings: mentions of smut, mentions of suicide A/N: Literally just repeating myself, I would LOVE feedback.

Below the cut you shall find probably the greatest fic I have ever written.

Having a bunch of siblings wasn't a bad thing. Until they tried to gang up on you. Y/N was one of the youngest of six children. Jack is the eldest with Ethan being a year younger. Then comes Danielle who is two years younger than Ethan with Jessica being a year younger than her. Y/N also has a twin brother named Marcus who was nine minutes younger than her. Jessica and Danielle were begging her to go to the party that Jack and Ethan were throwing in a house that they rented in the desert.

" Please Y/N, it’s the last party we’ll be able go to before we have to leave for work.’’ Jess begged

“ And it’s most likely the last time we’ll see you for a while since you’re leaving to Japan.’’ Dani added

‘’ You already know my opinion about it. With the way Marty’s being I don't know if I want to go anymore,’’ y/n responded, ''besides, I don't want to go to a party to get drunk when I have to get on a 17 hour flight the next night!”

" You know Jess she is kinda right.. It's hot as shit, there's gonna be people we don't wanna see, and we all have flights tomorrow.'' Danielle spoke, turning to face her younger sister.

 " Even if Marty wasn't going there would still be people you don't want to see.'' Jessica responded. "Regardless, we're still going.”

" Jack and Ethan aren't really going to care, I see them all the time in Japan.'' Y/N threw the dish rag down.

" That's besides the point! I already told Seth we're coming so we're gonna go! End of discussion!'' Jess shouted as she picked up her laundry basket and stormed up to her room.

"Y'know even though I'm the oldest I still feel compelled to listen to her.'' Danielle said, shaking her head.

" Shut the fuck up you goofball!" Y/N laughed,'' let's go get ready; lord knows you take the longest.''

Once Jess decided to open the door, the three girls walked into her closet and began to get ready. 

Y/N had decided to go with a simple, chic outfit paired with her black converse. She left her ombré hair in its natural state and did a soft pink/nude eyeshadow look.

Danielle’s outfit was on the more intricate side. She wore a white tank top with lace on the bottom and black skinny jeans with a rip under her butt. She claimed it was ‘in’ right now. She wore American flag toms with her hair in two upside-down braided space buns. She completed the look with a glitter winged eyeliner and some obvious false eyelashes and a shimmery red lip.

Jessica’s outfit was the most formal of the three. She wore a mauve pink dress with crossed straps near the neckline. She wore pink strappy sandals that matched the color of her dress. She wore her collarbone length hair in very loose curls. Ot looked almost wind blown.For her makeup she did a light lid with a darker burgundy crease. She finished off her makeup with an intense wing and a shimmery salmon lip.

“ What time do we have to leave?’’ Dani asked, double checking herself in the mirror.

“ And is Seth coming to get us or what?’’ Y/N added.

“No, Seth’s not but he told me he sent someone to come and get us.’’ Jess said.

“ Dude then it could be literally anyone! Do you know how many people they invited!” Dani exclaimed.

“ And literally anyone literally means literally anyone because Jack and Ethan have both worked for so many different promotions. It’s crazy,’’ Y/N spoke messing around on her phone,“Let’s hope it’s not Marty.’’

The person who picked them up had turned out to be Dean Ambrose, which was a complete shock to Jess, but a pleasant surprise to Dani and Y/N.

“How are things with Renee?” Y/N asked. She hadn't seen Dean in a few years with her working in Japan and all.

“Things are going pretty good. Nothing’s really changed except the fact that we have official husband and wife titles y’know?” He said a smile gracing his features. He seemed to be truly happy, and Y/N was glad for him. A comfortable silence settled over thee four as they listened to whatever was on the radio.

Before they knew it they had arrived at the house in the middle of freaking no where that Jack and Ethan had somehow found for them to use. Ethan claimed that the dude he rented it from said it belonged to his girlfriends grandparents.

The had been brought over early to help set up the actual party. Jack thought that him, Ethan, Seth, and Dean weren't enough.

“ Make sure the lights are even you two! Fuckin’ Jackasses’’ They heard Jack shout at Ethan and Seth. He turned around and saw that they had arrived.

“ Finally! I’m pretty sure even with you three we’re still not gonna have enough help so I asked another three people who are CAPABLE!’’ Jack said directing the last part of the sentence to the two ‘jackasses’.

Jack assigned Dani to the food table, Jess to the drink table, and left Y/N to help out wherever was needed because ‘everyone is on drugs that makes ‘em fuckin’ stupid’ so she ended up talking with Dean for most of the time as he strung streamers and lights. Not even 10 minutes after they all got to work they heard a knock at the door signaling the other helpers had arrived.. Jack all but ran to open it. Pete Dunne, Tyler Bate, and Trent Seven walked in the door. When he told them all that he brought more help, Y/N was once again shocked at who he had invited. Dani let out a gasp of joy and jumped on Trent who she always claimed she didn't like that way.

Y/N looked back to Dean and resumed their conversation which had taken a turn from relationships to old matches during his time in CZW and hers in TNA.

“ TNA was one of the worst promotions I’ve worked for. They always fucked me over when it came to gimmicks and shit.  But I guess thats just my opinion.’’ She spoke trying to ignore the the brit who kept his gaze locked on her.

“ The CZ wasn’t much nicer. Fighting tooth an nail y’know, just to keep your job. It was always good havin’ Callihan ‘round though.’’ He replied nodding as he strung another light strand. They stood in a comfortable silence as Dean hung the final strand and wrapped up the rest of the light strands, deeming the ones that were hung around enough.

“I’m gonna go get Renee real quick and I’ll be back.’’ He said as he grabbed his jacket from it’s place on the couch and began to walk toward the door. 

He paused as he rested his hand on the door knob “Don’t let ‘em get too into your head kid.’’ He added turning back around and tapping his temple.

As Y/N watched Deans retreating figure she felt a weight on her shoulder. She turned around and was met face to face with the man she had no hopes of ever seeing again.

“Hello there love. It’s been a while.” Pete said with his signature smirk.

“You have 30 seconds to tell me what the hell you’re doing here!” She growled.

“I’m here for the party. Why else would I be here?’’

“With you, who knows.’’ She narrowed her eyes.

“ Well since I'm here, I mean, I guess I should show you.’’ He retorted.

“ Show me what?” She responded, a quizzical look on her face.

Pete scoffed as he pulled his phone out of her pocket. He quickly unlocked it and opened his camera roll. He scrolled for a few seconds before he found the picture he was looking for. He passed it over to Y/N.

“I’m sorry tha’ you had to find out this way, love, but someone had to show you,’’ he spoke as he shrugged.

She looked at the screen at what seemed to be Marty half naked all over another girl. “ What the fuck is this.’’ She whispered to herself.

Marty had spent the better half of the past few weeks trying to convince her that he didn't cheat on her but that it was only one big misunderstanding. But why would Pete, a man who she may or may not have once had feelings for be telling her this? So she asked him.

“ I don’t want you to take him back if he’s gonna lie to you about cheating. Y’know British people tend to be liars.’’ He said in a sort of passive aggressive way. Y/N shook her head dismissively.

It was a good reason though. The one thing that threw Y/N off though, was that it was Pete. He normally did not have this sort of kindness in his heart. She silently handed the phone back to him and whispered ,” Thanks..’’ then she walked away, head hung low. Why was this happening.

The party was in full swing by the time that Dean had returned with Renee. It has also been a while after the ordeal Y/N had with Pete and Dean immediately knew; some shit had just gone down. He left Renee with Danielle and Jess. He had to push his way through the bodies that were scattered around the house drinking and dancing. Y/N was sitting on the steps that led to the backyard of the house.

He didn't plan on being gone that long. When he went to get Renee her parents were there and they wanted to talk. They talked for a while. It was great to see them also. 

Dean had missed hanging out with Y/N. They had always been great friends. He was also always protective of her. Another brother nearly.

He made his way to the steps and sat next to Y/N. The breeze passed through the door way, causing chills to go up her spine.

“What happened while I was gone?” He asked.

“ Marty lied.’’ 

“ According to who?”

“ Pete.’’

“ That should be the red light in your brain telling you he's probably fuckin’ lying. You know that right? That’s how he is. He’s one ruthless son of a bitch. Remember last time you were in contact with him’’ Dean spoke shaking his head.

“ I know. That really has nothing to do with lying though.’’ Y/N replied looking out into the desert as the oranges and yellows of the setting sun cascaded across the land.

“ Then why the hell-’’ He paused. “ You love him? Still?”

“ I don’t know.’’

“ C’mon. Let’s go get a drink. You need to relax.’’

She had grabbed a double whiskey with a coke. She was ready to forget. She was ready to get shit-faced. She knew that as long as her brothers were around, including Dean, she’d be okay. She drank for the better part of two hours. Before someone started passing around a pipe.

Y/N, Trent, Dani, Baron Corbin, Renee and Dean, Marcus, and Shinsuke all sat on the couches and chairs in the corner of the room. Marcus packed the bowl and handed it to Y/N

Dani spoke up whining, “ How come Y/N gets it first.’’

“ Tradition.’’ Dean responded ad Y/N lit the bowl and took a hit. She passed it back to Marcus and it went in a counter clockwise order. Once it got to Dean Renee looked a little flushed.

“ Have you never smoked before?” Y/N asked her.

“ No,’’ She laughed,’’ I’m a good person. I hardly ever party.’’

“ Quite a surprise considering who your husband is.’’ Baron interjected, causing the group to laugh.

“I agree.’’ Shinsuke added.

“ I would honestly recommend having Dean blow it into your mouth. It might be easier, less intimidating.’’ Marcus said looking art Renee who still looked a bit nervous. She nodded, not really knowing much about the topic.

She took the hit well but coughed as it came out.

“ At least we know you can inhale right.’’ Y/N nodded.

They continued passing the pipe until it got to Dani who offered it to Trent, and he claimed he was there for moral support for her as he pat her head handing it back to Y/N. 

She doesn't know why she decided to get into the car with him. She didn't know why she decided to get into the car with him drunk. Maybe it was the fact that she was also under the influence. Things could go wrong very quickly. They had both wanted to go home and thought why the hell not. Pete’s hotel wasn't very far from Y/N’s apartment; so he gave her a ride. 

“The roads are pretty straight. Its like four o’clock in the mornin’. Who would be out at this time of night? We’ll be fine.’’ Pete spoke as he struggled to get the key into the ignition.

Once the car was started Pete then struggled to get it into the right gear. After that was accomplished they began to drive. They sat in a mostly comfortable silence until Y/N broke it.

“ Why did you do it?”

“ Do what?” Pete responded, it obviously taking all of his focus to drive.

“ Leave that night.’’ 

It came out as an unintentional whisper. They had had a night out at the bar with some of the other wrestlers at Progress. This was the time in her life right after her father committed and her and her siblings weren't talking, blaming each other almost, for his premature death. That’s when her and Dean got closer. He was there. He was there to stop her from bashing Danielle’s head into the table when she crashed a WWE roster lunch. He was there when Pete went from a possible lover to being referred to as a one night stand. 

Tyler, Pete, Trent, and Mark Andrews were the ones Y/N knew the best at the time, so she hung with them that night. They weren’t drunk. No where near, but there was a buzz that she felt in her head. Y/N and Pete had been shamelessly flirting, which is akin to his character, so when she said that she wanted to go home, he was the first to offer to take her home. They had taken a taxi to the bar so they decided to walk home instead of waiting for another taxi to come and get them. They’d have waited inside but Tyler and Trent were currently in the midst of who’s mustache is better and the argument was getting quite tiresome.

The walk was short. No room for conversation. Before they knew it they had arrived to the front door of the apartment that Y/N was staying in for the time being.

“ Thank you for walking me home.’’ She said looking down at the ground. She was afraid if she’d continue to look at him he’d notice the blush that had arose to her cheeks. 

“ Of course, love. I wouldn't be a gentleman if I let you walk home alone in the dark, now would I?” He responded, smirk resting on his features, but almost in a more gentle manner.

“ Would you like to come in?” Y/N suddenly asked, a boost of confidence overtaking her.

“ I’d love to.’’

What ensued after was something they’d speak only about to one another. They had shared a bed, in more than one way. It wasn't supposed to be a one night stand, not in Y/N’s eyes. When she woke up in the morning, he was gone, and she didn't hear from him for days. She didn't see him at the gym, she didn't see him with Trent and Tyler. It seemed like he straight up disappeared. She got home from the gym that night and sat at her kitchen table. She sighed. Her phone went off signaling she got a message. It was from Dean. He was asking her to come back to the states. To the WWE. To wrestle.

Y/N didn't know what to do. She wanted Pete. She loved everything about him. His smile, his hair, even his asshole gimmick. But after the events that had happened previously, she wasn't sure. She knew what was right though. So she texted Dean yes and booked the soonest flight to Florida.

A pop and the decompression of air brought her out of her thoughts. She was hoping he wouldn't try to revive the conversation.

“ You have got to be fuckin’ kidding me.’’ Pete said exasperatedly.

“ Flat tire?” Y/N asked looking out her window at the tire.

“ Probably, but we can't call a tow truck, AAA, or anything, they'd call the cops for drunk driving.’’ He responded shutting off the vehicle, Throwing the keys onto the dashboard.

Y/N got out wrapping her arms around herself. Once the sun had set, the temperature had dropped a good amount. Pete matched her actions.

“ Cold?” He asked looking up at Y/N.

“ No.’’ She lied.

Pete scoffed and pulled off his sweater handing it to her, which she took gratefully. He was always kind to her. She loved the smell of him.

 “ Did you eva love me?” Pete asked, his eyes glossed over from all the alcohol that was still in his system.

The pair stood to the side of the road next to the passenger side of the car.

“How can you even ask that?” Y/N asked, confusion in her eyes which were also red and glossy from the drinking and smoking.

Now, Y/N was not a drug addict. She didn't get high every morning before going to workouts, she didn't drink every night when she got home, she wasn't irresponsible when it came to that sort of thing. A little relaxing every once in a while in with the lifestyle they lived, was a blessing.

“ Just tell me the truth!” He shouted, definitely feeling the alcohol again,” did you eva love me?”

“ I don't know!” She shouted back, her voice quaking.

“ You were my best friend! My favorite person,’’ Pete paused, taking in a breath,  “ and you left me! You walked away! You think somehow I was just fine? Tha’ it was all okay? Tha’ I wasn't dying inside?”

“No! No, okay, you weren't. Not like me! You were coping, you were okay, I couldn't even..’’ Y/N huffed.

“ I wasn't coping.. I was covering.’’

“ Covering for what?”

“ Covering the fact that I was in love with you! That I am, in love with you.’’

A silence settled over the two. Pete looked to his feet and saw the ground sway beneath him. This was not the time to be having a conversation like this.

Y/N scoffed.“ What pisses you off so much? That I chose to go after the thing I needed to heal? Or that the thing I needed wasn't you!” “ Do not bring him into this! It doesn't matter that the thing you needed wasn't me! its the fact tha’ no matter what he does to you, you always run back.’’

Y/N was at a loss for what to say. Pete was right. She never questioned Marty. She allowed him to walk all over her. Maybe if things were different.. If life was different.. Things wouldn't have turned out this way. She felt the tears well in her eyes. He was right.

“ Wait, I didn't- I didn't mean it like tha’.. Look love, he’s toxic. He’ll-’’

“ Like you should be talking.’’ Y/N spoke letting the tear fall down her cheek.

Pete looked at her quizzically. “ What do you mean?”

“ You continually hurt me! At least he apologizes You broke me, Peter!  Marty had to put the pieces back together because once I was broke, I wasn't good enough for you anymore!” She shouted, the anger finally boiling over, “ That’s why you didn't stay, right, you realized that I was already breaking!”

Pete looked at her. He didn't say anything.

“ Say something,’’ Y/N screamed this time, “ God damn it say something.’’

He rushed forward and smashed his lips to hers. Talking wasn't going to fix this, not right now. Pete wouldn't be able to explain how he felt. He was bad with words but actions, those were another story. He turned and pressed her back to the car, placing one hand on the car and the other rested on her hip. He pulled away first. Pete went to move back, but Y/N had other plans. She grabbed him and smashed him back into the car and wrapped her arms around his middle, letting the sobs consume her. Pete didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her as well as he lowered them to the ground. He pulled Y/N into his lap and began to stroke her hair.

“ It’ll be okay love, I promise. We’ll deal with Marty, we’ll sort us out. You always know what to do. You can be with him like you’ve always wanted.’’

“ That’s not what I want.’’ She sniffled, “ I’ve always wanted you.’’

“Always?”

“Always.’’