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wwevampireamongkpop · 7 years ago

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Showing Off Isn’t Phenomenal P.2

Pairing: Soon AJ Styles, Becky, mentions some of the roster, Dolph Ziggler

warning: mentions cheating, cussing (not so much of a warning since i always do haha), alcohol (drink responsibly), Dolph being a dick (idk if that’s really a warning), if I missed anything let me know

A/n: ok, this is inspired by recent events but not in order. I hope y’all like this.

Tag list: @ladyjayelehnsherr @emma3652

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

After making it to the hotel, you checked into your own room. This was going to be different since you were so used to sharing a room. You knew everyone would being arriving any minute or already down in the bar. This thought made you want to get ready a bit quicker. As soon as you got to your room, you tossed one of your bags on your bed. You dug through it, finding a pair of skinny jeans, a black tank top, and changed into them. Just before you left your room, you slipped on your favorite boots. No you weren’t looking to get laid, you just wanted to have fun with friends.

You stood there waiting for the elevator, off in your own little world. Trying to figure out how your love life became a shit show before your own eyes. Trying to figure why Dolph would cheat on you. You were loyal to the man on and off screen, all the guys knew you were his girl. Sure you helped some of the guys figure out what to get their other half for a birthday, anniversary, or holiday. Most of the male roster on Smack Down Live looked at you like a little sister so they were protective of you. Their action earlier during Baron and Dolph’s match proved that.

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t even notice that AJ was now standing next to you. He lightly placed his hand on your shoulder which caused you to jump.

“Sorry ‘bout that. Didn’t mean to scare ya.” You looked at him as you tried to catch your breath.

“It’s okay. I was stuck in my own mind.” He looked down at you sympathetically as he knew clearly what you were thinking about.

You both stepped into the elevator as it arrived. Felling AJ’s hand on your lower back, it felt comforting. Trying to push the memories from earlier today out of your mind and focus on the fact that you could shit faced with friends, who haven’t really seen you drink much.

The elevator opened on the main floor and all you hear is a fit of laughter coming from the bar area. You smiled from ear to ear and practically dragged AJ along with you which caused him to laugh. You didn’t realize you needed this until you saw the smiling faces of your friends already starting without you. You walked over to the group and stood there for a minute with your hands on your hips.

“How dare you start without me?” Mocking a hurt expression with a hand on your chest. “I thought you all loved me.” You started to act as if you were going to start crying, even hiding your face in AJ’s chest who clearly knew what you were doing.

“You took forever to get here. WE’RE SORRY!” Kofi hopping over a couple of the others to get to you. You turned to look at him with a big ass grin on your face. “You were faking? You’re mean.”

“I couldn’t help myself.” You hugged Kofi before he went back to where he was sitting. Shaking your head, you looked around to try to find a seat.

The next thing you knew you were being pulled into a seat. When you looked who it was, you came face to the side of a bunch of bright orange hair. You giggled to yourself as started feeling better about what happened today. Your arm wrapped around the Irishwoman’s shoulder and leaned your head against hers.

Hours passed by like minutes. The group gradually got smaller as the night went on and the drinks kept coming. After Becky called it a night, you were at AJ’s side. You didn’t care about the looks you were getting from the guys. Only Big E, you, AJ, Baron, and Orton were left in the hotel bar.

“Okay boys, I’m calling it a night.” You slowly stood up, placing you hand on AJ’s shoulder to help you from swaying which didn’t work. This caused the guys to laugh. “Shut up. I’m not swaying, the world is.” This time you laughed.

“Come one, darlin’. Let’s get ya up to your room before ya hurt yourself.” You shook your head at him and slowly but carefully made your way out of the bar. He told the others goodnight and that he would make sure you got to bed safely.

You had made it to the elevator as AJ caught up with you. His arms wrapped around your waist and your legs gave out from under you. Luckily the elevator arrived and you both stepped in. Moments later, you were carried out of elevator. AJ carried you bridal style out of the elevator and your arms around his neck, holding onto him like a life line.

“Okay darlin’, what room number?” You thought for a moment. Your mind fuzzy from the alcohol, didn’t help you at all.

“Um, 514.” He looked down at you as your head rested against his chest.

“You sure?” All you did was nod your head. You were getting sleepy and AJ noticed it. He stopped in front of your room and placed you on your feet facing the door, holding your waist tightly so you wouldn’t fall over. Digging through you purse, you pulled your key card out and almost put it in backwards. “Here, let me help.” He tried to take the card from your hand but you pulled it towards you with a whine.

“I can do it.” You looked at him and stuck your tongue out at him causing him to smile. You looked at the card and turned it so it was facing the right way, sliding the card in and opening the door.

“So this is how you end up after breaking up with me. About to fuck the guy who you been fucking behind my back for the last few months.” Low and behold Dolph managed to ruin your night yet again.

“What the hell are you talking about?” You could feel yourself sobering up. “I never cheated on you, Dolph. You cheated on me.”

“You fucked Styles a few months ago. I saw the way he hug you after the show. He face in your neck, just the way I did when I used to kiss your neck.” It took you a moment to remember that night. It was the night that AJ told you his wife was leaving him and he came to you because of how close you two are.

“First of all, we were just hugging. Second of all, AJ is my friend and he needed me that night. I don’t have to explain anything to you.” You were starting to get pissed and AJ was beyond that.

“Listen asshole. You need to leave.”

“Or what Styles, what are you going to do if I don’t?” Before either man knew what was happening, you had balled up your fist and hit Dolph in the nose. “God damn it, you son of a..” This time you kicked him in the stomach causing him to drop to the floor.

“Leave me alone Ziggler. I don’t want you near me.” With a proud smile on your face, you turned and walked into your room pulling AJ along with you.

“Remind me to never piss you off.” He smiled and pointed towards the door with his thumb.

After the adrenaline wore off, you sat there on the edge of your bed. Once again feeling the alcohol that was in your veins. AJ could see the look on your face. He hated seeing you like this, he hated knowing that after all the hard relationships you’d been through to have another one happen.

AJ sat down on the bed next to you and pulled you into his lap. You instantly curled up into his chest as his thick arms wrapped around you. For the first time in a long time, you felt safe.

“Let’s get you into bed darling’.” He tried moving you back onto the bed. You gripped onto his shirt.

“I will if you stay. I don’t want to be alone tonight and the girls are already asleep. Please?” Your voice was soft and almost a whisper.

“Of course sweetheart.” The grip you had on his shirt loosened and you managed to get up.

You walked over to your bag and grabbed a shirt along with a pair of pajama shorts. You walked into the bathroom to change and giving AJ a chance to strip down or even go to his room to grab a change of clothes. The moment you stepped of the bathroom and saw AJ sitting on the side of your bed in a muscle shirt and a pair of boxers. Your breath hitched a little at the sight of him sitting there and his arms looking bigger than normal.

“Well my, my. How did a little broken hearted girl like me get a handsome southern man like you in my bed?” You don’t know what came over you but you did know it had something to do with the alcohol.

AJ looked up at you with a smile. He must have seen your shirt because he shook his head.

“Sweetheart. You’re drunk.”

“Come on, you had to kill it. Didn’t you?” You crossed your arms over your chest. “You sir are no fun.”

Walking over to the bed, you crawled up on the bed and sat crossed legged facing AJ. A pout on your face, not caring that you probably looked like a little kid.

“Don’t make that face at me.” You stuck your tongue out at him before smiling at him and all he did was laugh at you.

“Let’s go to sleep.” You pulled the blanket down and slipped into the blankets. AJ followed suit after getting up and walking around the bed to the other side. Once you felt him climbing in the bed, the moment he settled you pressed yourself next to him. Cuddling into his side, feeling the most relaxed you had felt in a while.

AJ placed a small kiss to the top of your head and you nuzzled your face into his chest just before you fell asleep.

It’s been a week since you left Dolph and you started traveling with AJ, you couldn’t have been happier. Dolph hadn’t come near you unless he absolutely had to due to the story line.

You had become AJ’s valet like you were for Ziggler and the crowd loved it. Creative listened to them, putting you and AJ into a story line together.

“I can’t believe that the fans love us together.” You were in shock a bit.

“They know a good thing when they see it.” You laughed at him.

“Of course, I’m here.” It was his turn to laugh. “What? It’s true.” You wrapped your arms around his waist giving him a hug as his arms wrapped around you.

“We have a match tonight.” You looked at him.

“Right, Naomi and Jimmy. We’re suppose to lose, aren’t we?” He nodded his head. “Well, I wouldn’t want to lose to anyone other but Naomi and Charlotte and Becky.”

As the night went on, your match got closer. You weren’t nervous at all, just excited. You hadn’t teamed with AJ but you have gone up against Naomi before.

It was time for you match. You stood there waiting just behind the current, waiting for you music to hit. Just as it hit and stepped through the curtain the crowd went wild. You had an AJ Styles shirt on and you couldn’t have been happier.

As you made your way down the ramp. The Riot Squad attacked. Ruby threw you into the steel stairs, left shoulder first. A sharp pain shot through you, a pain like something either broke or tore. Before you could even try to get up, you were thrown into the barricade. As they were about to lay the steel steps over you, Naomi came running out and attacked Ruby, Liv and Sarah.

Medical came down to the side of the ring. You felt them around you as they helped you to a seated position, cradling your left arm in your lap. As you took a medic’s hand to stand, Charlotte’s music hit and she ran to help Naomi.

You made it half way up the ramp when Becky’s music hit. Everyone knew Naomi, Charlotte and Becky didn’t get along with the Riot Squad since they debuted. Becky stopped to check on you but you nodded your head towards the girls.

“Kick their ass.” With a smirk, she ran and joined the others.

The moment you stepped back through the curtain, you practically shouted in pain. You walked towards the trainer’s room, stopping from time to time to suck in a deep breath just to push passed the pain of your shoulder.

It was part of the story line that the Riot Squad was going to attack you, putting you out of action for a couple weeks. You didn’t expect that your shoulder would get this fucked up.

The medic’s started tenderly touching your shoulder the moment your ass hit the table. A deep groan escaped you when they pressed into your shoulder. Seconds later, AJ walked through the door with a look of concern on his face.

“Just from a physical evaluation, you may have a fractured clavicle. Maybe even broken. We’re sending you in for x-rays to see just how bad it is.” Your head fell back against the wall behind you. You knew this meant you weren’t able to do the European tour and a strong possibility of missing Survivor Series.

The moment the medic stepped aside, AJ was in front of you. You pushed yourself off the wall and put your face into his chest. He placed his hand on the back of your head as you wrapped your right arm around his waist the best you could. Neither of you said a word until one of the trainer’s cleared his throat causing AJ to move just the trainer could wrap your shoulder and help you put the sling on.

“Let’s get you out of here and to the hospital to see just how bad it is.” You nodded to him and slid off the table.

“At least I get to have time off for a bit.” You laughed a bit through the pain of your shoulder. “Besides. I think my babies miss their mama.” You walked passed AJ with a small smile and he just stood there confused.

Walking to the women’s locker room, Renee caught up with you. Concern filled her eyes.

“With the recent actions by the Riot Squad and from what the trainers are saying, how long do you think you’ll be out?”

“Honestly, Renee. I don’t know. I’m looking at anywhere between four to sixteen weeks.”

“Does this mean you won’t be in the women’s survivor series match?”

“From the looks of it, I won’t but I’ll be sitting at home rooting on my girls.” Renee thanked you and you nodded before you continued your way to the locker room.

You noticed that AJ must have gone back to his locker room to change. Walking into yours, you got bombarded by a group hug.

“Ow, ow, ow. Ladies, I’m really injured here.” Naomi, Charlotte and Becky let go of you with a sad smile. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“AJ going with you when you go in to see just how bad it is?” You blushed a little without realizing it.

“Ya. From the sounds of it, my clavicle may be fractured or completely broke so.” You walked over to your bags and started to change as carefully as you could. You pulled a pair of light gray sweatpants on, sneakers, and a zip up sweat shirt. You had your bags next to the door, ready to go. “Okay ladies. Kick ass for me and show them what Smack Down Live Divas are made of.”

With one last hug from everyone, you walked out of the room and off to the hospital you went.

#aj styles #aj styles x reader #aj styles imagine #wwe fanfiction

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taradreschner-blog · 7 years ago

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tara dreschner + headcanons

1. Tara is judgmental. They can’t help it or at least have never tried. They quickly come up with an idea of what someone is and rarely change their mind, instead choosing to believe the role that they’ve cast everybody in. Their assumptions are often deeply cynical in nature; they look for the worst in people before ever finding the good. There are people Tara will never be friends with because of what they’ve seen in them.

2. They’ve only begun recently making friends besides the two they’ve always had. It was easy in high school to stay forever in each other’s company, to barely acknowledge anyone outside their band of musketeers. But with Denna gone Tara had no choice but to expand their horizons and, reluctantly, they did. Despite themselves they’ve actually enjoyed spending time with Gen and Leo, but it feels like a strange sort of betrayal. Not even to Denna, who doesn’t seem to mind with how busy she is with her fascinating new life, but to Tara. They aren’t used to talking to people who don’t know them in and out, who don’t instinctively know how to translate their rolling eyes and monotone into affection.

3. Most people think Tara is rude. They don’t blame them, mainly because they kind of are. They communicate primarily through blunt comments and long-suffering sighs, actual enthusiasm hidden behind a layer of armor. It’s a defense mechanism, albeit a horrible and often negative one.

4. As a child Tara had always been too much. Too bossy, too serious and sullen and prone to acts of mild melodrama like calling daycare teachers fascist ogres or “borrowing” every book in their family library one by one until their room became a fortress of bound leather and paper. They were terminally weird, the kind of kid that made adults chuckle and peers cringe. Their mother called it precociousness. Most people called it being a pain in the ass. They were, Tara thinks, both right.

5. Tara doesn’t have a father. Or, rather, they do and it doesn’t matter. Lea Dreschner, heiress to a family legacy of railway barons and stock market kings, had known a man once upon a time as a rich girl with nothing to do. Things ended, as relationships so often do, and she found that she was pregnant. She describes Tara as a happy accident, the thing that helped her decide what she wanted out of life. These days Lea works as a motivational speaker talking about finding your inner light and living as a summer breeze, listing sentimental declarations on life and love that Tara can’t bring themselves to believe. Lea is everything her child is not; optimistic, enthusiastic, extroverted and often naive. It’s easy to see that she was sheltered in a way that Tara never could have been. Lea sees life as a fairytale and, almost as a result, Tara sees it as all too real.

6. This is not to say that Tara dislikes their mother. They love her. Lea Dreschner was for a time the only one who stood by her child, who insisted that there was nothing wrong with a child that was a little serious and uptight and prone to lecturing about injustice. It was Lea, when Tara came out at fourteen, who made buttons and threw a party for two with streamers and cake frosted with pronouns. She’s silly and Tara needs a little bit of silliness just as her mother needs someone to bring her down to earth.

7. It was natural, when Lea began making friends in the neighborhood, that Tara would tag along. Spending time with Denna and Preston was always refreshing, kids of the same age who always seemed to understand that their lack of expression didn’t mean a lack of enthusiasm.

8. Tara hates their family home. It’s a McMansion monstrosity, all beige and spiraling staircases and tacky granite floors, that Lea had bought when she’d decided to settle down. Their childhood bedroom has been altered greatly over the years; walls are covered in posters of everything from 1930’s public health warnings to bands they haven’t listened to in years, polaroids and dried herbs hanging above their bed, colorful rugs scattered across the floor, and a shade over their light that tints the whole room green.

9. In Preston’s Dnd campaign, which Tara pretends to still not know all the rules to, Tara plays a wood elf bard named Madge (They insisted they couldn’t think of a more creative name). They insisted Preston let them create a spell and now “Wonderwall” is their go-to move. The rest of the time they do everything they can to avoid a fight, leading Madge to make many options that lean worryingly evil.

10. A word that could be used to describe Tara is particular. Another is exacting. Perhaps the most accurate would be control freak.

11. Tara looks way cooler than they actually are. They care about clothes and style in a very particular way and their mother has always indulged their whims. Many people say that Tara presents more feminine, but Tara thinks that’s kind of bullshit. Their hair may be grown out long, but it’s more 70s shag than anything else. A lot of their clothes lean retro- bell bottoms and crop tops and big ugly jackets with big clunky boots to top it all off. And if sometimes they wear a bitchin’ dress, well, that’s no one’s business but their own.

12. In their sophomore year of high school, Tara began selling their old clothes and their mother’s vintage online for petty cash. Years later their shop Despoena has achieved an impressive amount of popularity and has expanded into an online vintage store, as well as selling a couple indie clothing, makeup and skincare brands. Tara does not make clothing themselves, but they have a good eye for curating a specific image. The store’s official instagram has far more followers than their personal one, which is how they like it. No one except Denna and Preston even know they run the store, though others might know of it.

13. They know they’re hardly charming enough to be the face of the enterprise, so they keep it purposefully anonymous. The store’s official blog and social media is amiable in a way that Tara is incapable of being, seeming authentic and soft while still professional.

14. Tara recently found out that the amazing designs they’d seen around town are by Naia and they will walk over broken glass to get her stuff in their store. They just don’t know how to ask her.

15. It’s too silly and unsure for Tara to admit wanting it, but in moments where they’re truly honest about their goals they want to expand Despoena into something even bigger. They’ve started taking business classes, but they’re too nervous to talk about it with anyone besides Preston (Not Denna. It’s petty, but they like keeping something from her like how they know she’s keeping something from them). It feels ridiculous for someone as practical as them to be dreaming so big.

16. Imagine Despoena as a cross between Nasty Gal and Goop. There’s a focus on a natural minimalism with quirky touches. Down below I’ll link to some of the clothes and stuff I think would be on there. If I could do literally anything in photoshop I would make a logo, but I’m actually garbage sooo… sorry.

17. Tara was raised on health food and their deep dark shame is that they basically hoard circus peanuts. They’ve been vegetarian basically since birth in addition to being kosher and circus peanuts are neither. They taste like toxic bananas and are orange for some reason and they always have a bag hidden under their bed.

18. Tara and Heath would actually probably get along if Tara were able to talk to Heath without immediately hating them. If anything they could bond over starting a business anonymously or being ridiculously protective of Denna. This isn’t even a headcanon this is just something I realized while writing this.

19. Tara is more cold than angry. If they’re mad at you, you might not even know until a month later.

20. They don’t really look pretty. Or attractive or whatever, despite having the bone structure of an angel. And they don’t want to be attractive. When it comes to their personal look, Tara revels in the strange and interesting. They’re far more likely to wear a sweatshirt patterned with cockroaches than one of the simple and fun dresses you’d find on Despoena. It’s not that Tara dislikes that style- they love it, it’s why their store is the way it is. But for themselves they can only accept it in diluted doses; a simple blouse only feels right when combined with the most trashed thrift store jeans that they have and ostentatious costume jewelry. It’s with the combination of the staid and the bizarre that Tara can feel like themselves, rather than picking a side to stick to.

21. All of Tara’s favorite movies are campy B horror. They love the cartoonish performances and technicolor gore. Preston and Denna have, in their time, been forced to watch many. Tara has most of them memorized line-for-line. They often lament that their wardrobe could use more neon pink-orange bloodstains ala Suspiria.

22. Tara is guarded, but deeply protective of anyone they consider a friend. If someone hurts someone that they care about, they will hate that person for the rest of time. It’s a passion that they don’t have in regards to defending themselves. Tara doesn’t care about people who might have been cruel to them once upon a time, but anyone who ever pushed Denna or Preston on the playground better watch out.

23. Tara was raised Jewish, but doesn’t practice heavily. They still identify as culturally Jewish, go to the synagogue on Yom Kippur, and do their best to keep kosher, mainly out of habit. Since they’re vegetarian, it mainly means feeling weird about cheese made with animal rennet. One time they tried bacon out of curiosity and honestly? Not worth it.

24 At 6’1, they’ve always been one of the tallest people they know. Whenever they interact with someone taller they get grumpy. It’s not something they’re self-conscious about; rather, they see it as something that helps define them.

25. Tara does, in fact, know things about video and tabletop games. They just have horrible twitch reflexes and a bad habit of getting sidetracked on quests no one thought of making, like trying to break down the government of a fantasy world and replace it with a functioning democracy instead of doing fun things and killing dragons.

26. Sometimes Tara appears on Preston’s channel, often to fail horribly at Overwatch (they main Zarya because she’s cute, but have no idea how to play her). Their main appearances are on a very rarely updated series where Tara plays Grand Theft Auto with Preston and tries to accomplish a very specific task that isn’t actually in the game (i.e: buying a pizza, working out at the gym).

27. Part of the reason Tara likes to focus on other people is because it means they don’t have to think about their own problems and mistakes. It’s easier to help a friend than to help yourself.

28. Tara’s romantic history is… complicated. They’ve never been in an official relationship, just flings that occasionally seemed like they might be more. Sometimes when they’re too depressed for their own good they wonder if they’re incapable of anything more, if that’s the cost of seeing the complicated parts of people first.

29. I have a half-formed wisp of an idea that might be really stupid, but I think in high school Tara had a crush on one of Denna’s significant others and nothing happened but they still feel really guilty and gross about it.

30. Tara would rather be miserable than possibly hurt one of their friends.

31. For all of middle school and the first two years of high school, Tara had braces and (occasionally) headgear. It was horrible and part of the reason why they rarely smile or show their teeth.

32. Halloween is Tara’s favorite holiday. They would always give their candy to Preston and Denna as a kid, because their favorite part was going all out with costumes and decorations. Their costumes have only gotten more elaborate over the years and they rope friends into joining them. In the vague future where everything’s cool and they’ve accepted Denna and Heath’s relationship, they finally get to accomplish their dream of going as the cast of Scooby Doo with Pluto as Scooby.

#ch: never flowers #(hey margo why choose the sky as all things as a motif for an earth goddess?)#(because I'm a sucker for pretty clouds that's why)

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