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xoxorealitygalore · 3 days ago

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Love Thy Neighbor 3

Bron Breakker x Black OC

Summary: Bron’s petty feud with his next door neighbor, Bluma evolves into something deeper as he begins to develop unexpected feelings for her.

Previous: Love Thy Neighbor 2

⸻ November 10, 2024

The morning sunlight filtered through the tall glass windows of the airport terminal, casting soft rays on the polished floors.

Bluma's footsteps echoed as she walked through the bustling crowd, her suitcase rolling smoothly behind her. The weight of the past few days lingered on her shoulders from a whirlwind of meetings, discussions, and a never-ending flow of paperwork.

As a patent attorney, her life often entailed swift travel to meet clients in various cities, juggling deadlines and negotiations in an ever-pressing race against time. This trip had taken her across the country to meet a prominent client about a pending patent, and the burden of that work had left her feeling tired and a bit overwhelmed.

Despite her exhaustion, a sense of anticipation began to bubble within her as she neared the exit. She couldn’t wait to see Bron. Their relationship has been growing to become a delicate balance of love, trust, and understanding, with Bron always showing up when she needs him the most and vice versa.

Bluma’s heart skipped a beat as her eyes scanned the waiting crowd for his familiar face. And there he was, standing by the entrance with a huge bouquet of pink roses in his hands. His face lit up the moment he saw her, a warm, genuine smile spreading across his features. He looked effortlessly handsome, his casual yet put-together outfit mirroring his easy confidence.

Bluma’s exhaustion seemed to melt away the instant their eyes met. She walked towards him, her heart lifting with each step. As soon as she reached him, Bron extended the bouquet of roses, their soft petals shimmering in the sunlight. "For you," he said in his usual warm tone. Bluma took the flowers with a delighted gasp, feeling the soft, fragrant blooms brush against her skin.

"I love it," she said, smiling widely, her voice filled with appreciation. The sight of the roses felt like a sweet declaration of love, one that spoke volumes without uttering a single word.

Without saying much more, Bron wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. The warmth of his touch seemed to envelop her, providing the comfort she had been yearning for over the past few days. As they stood there, the world around them faded into the background, and all that mattered was this moment, this quiet, tender reunion after time spent apart.

“Let’s get you settled,” Bron said softly, pulling back just enough to take her suitcase and lead her to the car. He helped her into the passenger seat before getting in on the driver’s side.

As Bron steered the car through the busy streets, Bluma gazed out the window, letting the cool breeze brush her face. She couldn’t help but reflect on the love that had blossomed between them. It was a love that transcended time and distance, one that had endured the challenges of their demanding careers and their differing worlds.

And now, as they drove toward their next destination, Bluma could feel the familiar flutter of excitement in her chest. Bron always knew how to make her feel special.

Their destination was a luxurious spa, nestled in the heart of the city. Bron had booked an appointment for Bluma, knowing she needed to unwind after her busy days of meetings. Bluma had always loved the soothing atmosphere of the spa, where the hum of gentle music and the smell of essential oils created a sanctuary of calm. She smiled as they pulled up to the entrance.

“You didn’t have to do this,” Bluma said, her voice warm with gratitude as she turned to look at Bron. “This is so sweet of you.”

“I know you’ve been working hard,” he replied, glancing over at her with a caring expression. “You sounded so stressed out when we talked last night. I just wanted to make sure you had some time to relax.”

Bluma felt a rush of affection for him. He had always been in tune with her emotions, anticipating her needs before she even voiced them. She leaned over, placing a soft kiss on his lips. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes about the love and appreciation she felt for him.

When the session at the spa concluded, and Bluma was fully relaxed, Bron returned to pick her up. He handed her a steaming cup of apple tea, which she gratefully accepted, the warmth of the drink seeping into her cold fingers.

As they made their way back to the duplex they shared, Bluma’s mind wandered to the small, intimate moments that made their relationship so special. She felt safe with Bron, safe enough to let go of the stress of her job and the constant pressure she was under. And Bron, in his quiet way, always made her feel like she was the most important person in the world.

But before Bluma could head to her side of the duplex, Bron stopped her. “Wait a minute,” he said, his eyes gleaming with something mysterious. “I made dinner for you.”

Bluma raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “What did you make?” she asked, the exhaustion of the day now replaced with a flicker of excitement.

“It’s a surprise,” Bron answered, his lips curling into a playful grin.

With a sense of intrigue, Bluma followed him to his side of the duplex. He unlocked the door and ushered her in first before following behind her. As they stepped inside, Bron led her straight to the kitchen. They both washed their hands, the sounds of running water mixing with the soft hum of the evening.

When Bluma approached the stove, she was met with an unexpected sight. The familiar aroma of spices and cooked vegetables wafted toward her, and she was surprised to see two large pots on the stove, their lids securely fastened.

She lifted the lid of one pot, and her eyes widened in disbelief. There, steaming on the stove, was a pot of Owo soup, accompanied by boiled plantain. “What? How did you make this?” Bluma asked, her voice laced with genuine astonishment.

Bron smiled, his eyes twinkling. “I had help from your mom. She was very excited to teach me,” he explained.

Bluma couldn’t contain her shock. She knew that Nigerian food especially her mother’s recipes was no small feat to master. Her mom had taught Bron how to make Owo soup so quickly. Bluma couldn’t believe it. Her sister-in-law, Hazel, had waited six months before she learned to cook alongside her mother. Even Shalom, her oldest sister-in-law, had waited a year before she felt comfortable sharing the kitchen with her. But here was Bron, who, in just a month, had learned to recreate one of the most beloved dishes in their family.

Bluma shook her head, still in disbelief. “Of course, she was. My dad always cooks for her, and that’s one of the main things she told me to look for in a husband. A man who cooks for his wife is a good man. A caring man. That’s what she always says.”

Bron chuckled, understanding the weight of Bluma’s words. “That explains a lot of her excitement then,” he said with a grin.

Bron’s smile deepened. “Sit down, and I’ll bring it to you.”

Bluma sat down at the kitchen table, still marveling at what she was witnessing. “I can’t wait to eat this. It looks so good.”

She nodded and waited patiently as Bron plated the food, carefully arranging each serving before bringing it over to her. As he set the plate down in front of her, Bluma looked at the steaming dish with a smile that reached her eyes. “I hope she told you that this is my favorite dish,” she said, her voice filled with affection.

Bron nodded. “She did. She told me to memorize the recipe if I wanted you to marry me,” he said with a teasing grin.

Bluma giggled, her heart swelling with warmth at the thought of her mother’s involvement in this small act of love.

Bron led them in prayer, his voice calm and reverent as he asked for blessings over their food. Bluma closed her eyes, grateful for this moment of peace and gratitude amidst the chaos of her life.

As she took her first bite of the Owo soup, her eyes closed in sheer delight. The rich, savory, and spicy flavor exploded on her tongue, and she moaned softly in appreciation. “Oh my goodness,” she murmured, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. “This is incredible.”

Bron watched her, his gaze was soft and loving. “Is it good?” he asked, his voice filled with curiosity.

Bluma nodded enthusiastically. “You followed her recipe, this is so good. I may never cook again. That’s your job now,” she teased, her smile playful and full of affection.

Bron chuckled, his heart swelling with pride. As he sat across from her, watching her savor every bite, he knew that this simple meal was more than just food. It was a symbol of love, care, and the effort he was willing to put into making her feel cherished and loved.

And for Bluma, it was yet another reminder that she had found someone who truly understood her, someone who could make her feel at home, no matter where she was.

⸻ November 30, 2024

Bluma had found herself amid yet another WWE event. It was becoming a familiar scene for her, a regular fixture now in the backstage area, offering support to her boyfriend, Bron. Survivor Series WarGames was one of the year's most highly anticipated events, held at the Rogers Arena in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada.

The electric atmosphere inside the venue was palpable, and for Bron, the night was set to be monumental. He was defending his prized Intercontinental Championship in a triple-threat match against two of WWE's most formidable competitors: Sheamus and Ludwig Kaiser. It wasn’t just any match, it was one of those defining moments in a wrestler’s career, the kind that could change everything.

Bluma was no stranger to the glitz and glamour of the wrestling world. Over the months, she had become a regular face in the backstage scene, her presence just as anticipated as the wrestlers themselves. Staff members, fellow wrestlers, and even the production crew, all greeted her with familiarity, respect, and warmth.

The harmony that existed backstage was evident, and Bluma had woven herself seamlessly into the fabric of the WWE family. She was always there when Bron needed her, cheering him on, and supporting him through the highs and lows of his career.

Tonight was no exception. She had made sure to clear her schedule, determined not to miss the big event. Bron’s match was crucial, and she wanted to be there. Front and center, not just physically but emotionally as well. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride when she watched him compete. His success in WWE was hard-earned, and every title defense, every match he won, felt like a personal victory for her too.

The backstage area was buzzing with energy as wrestlers prepared for their matches, staff members scurried about, and a sense of anticipation hung thick in the air. Bluma found herself roped into a conversation with a few of the WWE crew members. The topic turned to the idea of her ever stepping into the ring herself, following in the footsteps of many other wrestling partners who had, at one point or another, been involved in storylines.

“I don’t know if I have the right reaction time to be involved in a storyline,” Bluma mused, her tone thoughtful as she looked around at the group gathered around her.

She had never considered herself a wrestler. Bron’s world was one of intense physicality, aggression, and calculated strategy. It was a world she admired from a distance but never truly thought she would be part of. But as the question lingered, she couldn’t help but entertain the thought.

“What if I get hit too hard, though? I mean, I might forget that it’s all a show, and I’d try to take the person out,” Bluma added, her voice carrying a touch of seriousness.

She wasn’t entirely joking, and the others in the group recognized that in the sharpness of her words. The room burst into laughter, but Bluma wasn’t done. She sat there, imagining the scenario, envisioning herself in the ring, caught up in the chaos of a scripted fight, but in her mind, it was far from fake.

Trinity, ever the tease, was the first to speak up. “Oh yeah? What do you think you’re capable of doing?” she asked, a playful glint in her eyes. Bluma’s response, however, took everyone by surprise.

“Don’t let this sweet face fool you now,” she said with a sly smile, her tone shifting into something more confident, more assertive. “I’ll get active.”

Jon, who had been leaning against a nearby wall, laughed heartily. “Oh, she got some bass in her voice, y’all!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with mock astonishment.

The group erupted into laughter once more, but Bluma’s words lingered in the air, a testament to the side of her that few truly knew. Behind the elegance and charm, there was a fierce, trained side that had been honed over years of boxing and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. She was no stranger to discipline and strength, having earned her purple belt in Jiu-Jitsu, and though she wasn’t a wrestler, her athletic background gave her a deep understanding of physicality.

“Oh, you’re trained in BJJ?” Bianca asked, raising an eyebrow.

Bluma shrugged, a casual but knowing grin on her face. “I’ve been training for years. I just don’t show it off unless I have to,” she replied.

The mood shifted once again, this time into a more teasing territory. Joshua, who had been listening intently, suddenly piped up. “So, would you ever marry Bron?” he asked, his tone curious but with a hint of playful challenge. The question took Bluma by surprise, but she wasn’t one to shy away from personal topics.

The conversation shifted from wrestling to something far more personal. “You’re Nigerian, right?” Joshua continued. “I’ve seen how y’all weddings go down. Would you go all out with Bron, or just go to the courthouse?”

Bluma let out a light laugh at the thought. “I’m sorry, the courthouse will never happen. Especially not with my mom involved,” she said, shaking her head as if the very idea was absurd. “I’ll probably have a white wedding first, and then maybe do the traditional wedding another time. You know, with Bron’s schedule and all that.”

The group chuckled, but Bianca’s eyes widened in surprise. “Oh, so you’ve thought about marrying him?” she asked, teasing Bluma a bit.

Bluma paused for a moment, her gaze softening as she considered her answer. “Well,” she said slowly, “when a man learns how to cook your culture’s dishes, you have to think about marriage.”

The room burst into laughter once again, but it was clear from Bluma’s tone that her words weren’t meant entirely in jest. There was a level of sincerity behind them, a quiet acknowledgment of the bond she shared with Bron.

“Oh, Bron can cook Nigerian food?” Joshua asked, his voice filled with curiosity. “When did this happen? Why haven’t I been invited over for these meals?”

Bron, who had been standing nearby, couldn’t help but overhear the conversation. He walked over with a sheepish grin on his face, knowing exactly what was coming.

“I can’t cook for you all,” Bron said, his voice joking but with a touch of pride. “I only cook for Bluma.”

“Awe, not you gatekeeping,” Trinity said with a playful pout, but Bron wasn’t having any of it.

“Yup,” he replied, his voice full of mock seriousness. “You don’t know how hard it is to cook Nigerian food. I’m working out just to be able to stir the pot.”

Bluma laughed at his words, loving the playful banter that often surrounded their relationship. It was moments like this, the lighthearted teasing, the camaraderie, and the laughter, that made her appreciate the world she had entered. It wasn’t just the glitz and the spectacle; it was the people, the genuine connections, and the shared moments of joy.

Later that night, after the event had ended and the adrenaline of the match had subsided, Bluma and Bron found themselves back in their hotel room.

The night had been a success for Bron, he had successfully defended his Intercontinental Championship against both Sheamus and Ludwig Kaiser in a thrilling triple-threat match. Bluma had been ringside, cheering him on, her heart racing with every near-fall and every near-miss. She had watched as Bron spearheaded his way to victory, retaining the title in a match that showcased his power, agility, and determination.

Now, in the quiet of their hotel room, the world outside seemed far away. The noise, the chaos, the crowds, they all felt distant. Bluma emerged from the bathroom after a refreshing shower, the soft scent of her body wash lingering in the air. She wore a short silk nightgown, its delicate fabric brushing against her skin, the material shimmering faintly in the dim light of the room.

Bron, who had been sitting on the bed, tried his best to pretend he wasn’t looking at her. But Bluma, ever the playful one, had other ideas. She walked over to his side of the bed, her movements slow and deliberate, drawing his attention. As she climbed on top of him, her body close to his, she looked down at him with a mischievous smile.

“What are you doing?” Bron asked, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and amusement, though he couldn’t help but feel a flutter in his chest.

“I want you to see my nightgown,” Bluma answered her tone light but carrying an undeniable undertone of flirtation.

Bron let out a soft chuckle, though there was a hint of warning in his voice. “Bluma, you’re testing me,” he said, his eyes narrowing playfully as he tried to keep his composure.

Bluma, however, was unbothered. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “What? No.” But the glint in her eyes told a different story, one that promised more teasing and perhaps something else entirely.

It was moments like this, when the world outside faded away and it was just the two of them, that Bluma cherished most. Here, in this quiet hotel room, surrounded by the remnants of the night’s excitement, she felt a sense of peace.

And as Bron wrapped his arms around her, the promise of what was to come in their relationship hung in the air filled with love, laughter, and a little bit of mischief.

⸻ December 25, 2024

The holiday season was a bittersweet affair for Bluma and Bron. Christmas, usually a time spent with loved ones, was going to be different for them this year. The relationship was still new, still blossoming, but circumstances had them separated for the holiday. Bron was with his family, celebrating the occasion in the familiar surroundings of his home. Bluma, on the other hand, was at her parents’ house, surrounded by the warmth and tradition of her own family’s Christmas celebration. They both missed each other, no doubt, but there was no sense of distance in their hearts just a longing for the day when they could share moments like these.

Though the miles between them prevented them from spending Christmas in the same place, it didn’t stop either of them from going all out for the other. The joy of giving, the excitement of surprising one another, was something neither Bluma nor Bron could resist. Despite the physical distance, they were determined to make the day special. And so, as the morning light filtered softly through the windows of their separate homes, each of them found themselves waking up to the quiet buzz of anticipation for what Christmas morning would bring.

Bron had just finished enjoying his Christmas breakfast when he sat down to unwrap his presents. The familiar hum of excitement, and the scent of pine trees and cinnamon filled the air. He had gathered around the tree with his family, feeling the warmth of their togetherness.

But as his hands moved to the first gift, his thoughts were entirely with Bluma. What would she think of the gifts he had spent so much time picking out for her? Had he done enough to make her feel loved? He wasn’t sure, but what he did know was that she had made him feel something he had never felt before, utterly seen and valued. And that alone made this holiday one of the most memorable of his life.

Bluma’s reactions were a big part of the excitement for him. He had carefully chosen each present, knowing the meaning they would carry for her. The gifts weren’t about grand gestures or expensive things though she did get some very thoughtful and luxurious presents, it was about showing her how much he cared, how much he wanted to make her happy. The thought of her reaction made his chest tighten in anticipation.

As he reached for his phone, his eyes immediately went to the screen, hoping to catch her response to the gifts he had arranged to be delivered to her family’s house. He had been in constant communication with the delivery team to ensure everything arrived on time. Bron had wanted this to be perfect for her. And now, as his finger swiped across the phone, he could see her face light up as she unwrapped the presents.

There she was, sitting in the living room of her parents’ house, surrounded by the warmth of family and the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree. Bluma’s eyes sparkled with joy as she looked at the array of gifts, each one thoughtfully wrapped, each one a reflection of Bron’s love. She laughed in surprise when she pulled out the first gift, a carefully curated collection of books that she had been eyeing for months. Her excitement was palpable, a bright smile lighting up her face as she exclaimed her thanks, her voice full of genuine happiness.

Bron’s heart swelled with pride as he watched her. He had worked so hard to make this moment special for her, to show her just how much she meant to him. As the phone camera captured her reactions, her voice crackling with laughter and joy, his family watched him closely, smiling at the obvious affection he held for Bluma.

“You must have spent a fortune on her,” Bron’s mother commented as she looked over at her son, her voice filled with both curiosity and admiration.

Bron grinned, his eyes never leaving the screen. “She’s worth it,” he replied without hesitation, his voice low and filled with certainty. He wasn’t even thinking about the price tag. To him, the gifts were an expression of his deep feelings for Bluma, a way to show her how much she meant to him, how much she had become a part of his world in such a short time.

His mother smiled warmly, clearly pleased with her son’s happiness. She had seen Bron through all the ups and downs of life, and this new love seemed to be a bright light in his world. “You look so happy, son,” she said, her voice soft with affection. “I think she’s the one.”

Bron paused, looking down at the screen for a moment. It was true. Bluma had a way of making him feel at peace with himself, something he hadn’t felt in years. She brought out the best in him, and in the quiet moments when they talked or laughed together, it became abundantly clear to him that she was someone special. His heart warmed at the thought, and he nodded slowly. “I think so too,” he said, his voice filled with certainty.

His father, who had been watching the exchange with a knowing smile, chimed in. “She’s a keeper, son. She is.”

Bron chuckled softly and gave his father a nod of appreciation. He knew his parents only wanted the best for him, and their approval meant the world. But it wasn’t just about his parents’ approval, it was about what he felt when he was with Bluma. The joy, the laughter, the way she made him feel seen and understood, it was unlike anything he had ever experienced.

As Bron began to unwrap the gifts in front of him, his eyes glinted with surprise. He knew Bluma was thoughtful, but the next gift he pulled out of the pile completely took him by surprise. He opened a small box and was met with a key, just a simple, unassuming key. His brow furrowed in confusion as he stared at it, trying to make sense of its meaning. He looked at the note inside the box, and as he read the words, his heart skipped a beat.

The note read: *Congratulations, Bron. You’re the proud owner of a fishing boat. May this be the start of many adventures.*

Bron blinked in disbelief. A fishing boat? She had bought him a boat? His mind raced as he processed the words on the paper. It was an unexpected gift, something he had never anticipated in a million years. He had always dreamed of having a boat, of being able to spend more time out on the water, casting a line, and relaxing in the serenity of nature. But to have one, to know that Bluma had made that dream a reality, it was almost overwhelming.

The room fell silent for a moment as Bron’s family looked on in stunned amazement. His brother, who had been quiet up until that point, couldn’t contain his excitement. “Oh, she’s the one,” he said with a wide grin, his voice full of admiration.

Bron let out a breath, his chest heavy with emotion. He was speechless, unable to find the words to express how he felt. The boat was just the beginning of the journey, a symbol of the many adventures he would share with Bluma. But it was also a symbol of how much she cared for him, how deeply she had listened to his wishes and dreams. It was a gift that went beyond material value, it was a gift of love and thoughtfulness.

“I can’t believe it,” Bron finally said, his voice thick with emotion as he looked at the key in his hand. He couldn’t quite wrap his mind around it. The gesture was just so perfect, so Bluma. She knew him in a way no one else did, and the way she made him feel loved and cared for was something he would never take for granted.

As he opened the rest of the gifts from Bluma, it became clear just how much thought and care she had put into every one. Fishing gear like new rods, tackle boxes, and everything he could need for his next fishing trip was among the items, as well as a few more personal items that reflected her understanding of his life and his interests.

There were also a few surprises, little inside jokes, and shared memories from their time together. Each gift felt like a piece of her, a reminder of the bond they had quickly formed. It wasn’t just about presents, it was about the connection they had, the way they had already woven themselves into each other’s lives.

With a smile on his face and a heart full of gratitude, Bron excused himself from the family room and stepped outside to call Bluma. His fingers trembled slightly as he dialed her number, his heart racing in anticipation of hearing her voice. The phone rang, and just as he was starting to feel a bit anxious, she picked up.

“Hey, baby,” Bluma’s voice came through the phone, warm and full of affection. “How’s your Christmas going?”

Bron’s heart swelled at the sound of her voice. He didn’t even need to say anything right away, he just wanted to hear her. “I love you,” he said softly, his voice full of meaning. The words seemed so simple, yet they carried so much weight at that moment. He had never felt this way before, and it was all because of her.

Bluma’s laughter echoed on the other end of the line. “I love you too, Bron,” she replied, her voice tender. “Did you like your gifts?”

“Bluma,” Bron said, his voice thick with emotion. “You’ve completely blown me away. I don’t even know what to say. You’re incredible. You really are the one.”

Bluma’s voice softened, filled with sincerity. “I’m so glad you liked it all. I wanted to make your Christmas as special as you’ve made me feel every day since we met.”

The words hung in the air, a promise for the future, a reminder of the bond they shared. Even though they weren’t spending the holiday together, it felt as if they were right there with each other, their hearts intertwined.

Next: Love Thy Neighbor 4

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sydsaint · 9 months ago

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Break me anytime sir 😩😩

Summary: Tired of having to deal with Bron and his violent behavior, Pearce pawns Breakker off on his assistant to handle. A role she's more than happy to take on.

Raw has been on the air for around and hour, and for once, things seem to be going smoothly. You are hanging out in the backstage area and talking with a couple of the members of the production crew when Pearce comes stomping into the room.

"YN!" Pearce's shrill voice knocks you out of the conversation you were having.

"Yes, sir?" You turn sharply on your heel and face your boss with a smile.

Pearce aims a narrow look at you. "When was the last time that you checked in with the security team?" He asks you.

"Umm, right before the show started. Why?" You answer him.

You notice Pearce's jaw clench in annoyance as he sets a hand on his hip. "Ricochet and Ilja Dragunov are about to have a match." He explains. "And I have a sneaking suspicion that Bron Breakker might make an appearance. Despite the fact that I've slapped him with a fine and asked him not to show up tonight."

"Right, okay." You nod. "I'll check up on them right away." You reach for the walkie-talkie hanging off of your belt.

Pearce stands by and watches you radio in with the security team. You talk with them for a minute before putting it back and turning back to Pearce.

"They haven't noticed anything suspicious tonight, sir." You relay the information to Pearce. "But I told them to be on the look-out for Breakker." You add.

Pearce nods, satisfied with your answer, and gestures for you to follow him back to the office. The two of you are headed back to the office when someone from the production team comes sprinting down the hall in search of either you or Pearce.

"Sir! Bron Breakker is out in the ring and attacking Ilja and Ricochet!" The frantic production guy comes to a halt in front of the two of you.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me!" Pearce shouts. "Well is security breaking up the fight?" He asks.

The security guard nods and gestures down the hall where the rest of the security team are all attempting to escort Bron away from the ring area.

"Sir! Please come with us!" One of the guys practically begs Breakker to cooperate.

You watch Pearce drag a hand over his face with followed by an exhausted sigh. He glances over at you and happens to notice the awestruck glint in your eyes as you watch Bron fight with the security team. An idea pops into Pearce's head and he fixes his tie, giving himself a moment to compose himself before he turns toward you.

"Y/N." Pearce turns toward you and catches your attention.

"Yeah, sir?" You blink a couple of times and turn to face him.

Pearce glances between you and Bron a couple of times before turning his attention back on you. "Why don't you stay with Breakker and try to calm him down? I'll go make sure that Ricochet and Ilja are alright." He explains.

"Yeah, okay." You nod.

You turn back around to Bron and the security team and swallow your nervousness down. Pearce walks off to head down to the infirmary and you approach the frustrated security team and the man making their life hell.

"Okay, you guys can relax now. Step off of him and give us some space." You order the team to relax and disperse.

The team all steps off of Bron and gives the two of you some space to breathe. Bron stares at you with a smug smile and waits for you to dish out some sort of punishment for his brash actions.

"I suppose that asking you to leave the building is useless?" You finally work up the courage to speak.

"I'm already here, aren't I?" Bron replies. "Mind as well hang out, right?"

You close your eyes and huff a breath out of your nose. "Can I at least ask that you stop brutally attacking your peers?" You ask him. "You can be pissed off at Pearce all you want. But taking out half the roster isn't going to get you anywhere." You remind him. "Unless you're just trying to create a mountain of tedious paperwork for Pearce and me?"

"For Pearce, maybe." Bron grins. "He should have let me into the King Of The Ring tournament." He shrugs.

You roll your eyes, trying to devise a plan on what you're going to do with Breakker while Pearce is gone.

"I've got stuff to do. Can I trust that you can behave yourself in the locker room? Or do I have to babysit you?" You ask him.

"I don't know." Bron teases you. "There's a lot of guys that like to run their mouths in the locker room."

You roll your eyes again and your phone buzzes in your pocket. You take it out and find a text from Pearce, updating you on Ricochet and Ilja. Both of them are fine. Or at least, without serious injury.

"Well, it looks like Ilja and Ricochet are going to be fine." You inform Bron and put your phone back into your pocket. "Which means no fine for you, unfortunately." You grumble that last part. "And if you're not going back to the locker room then I guess I'm stuck keeping an eye on you. So let's go." You gesture for him to follow you.

Bron shrugs and trails behind you as you weave through the backstage area. You find it much easier to maneuver through the droves of people working backstage with Bron behind you. But you'd be jumping out of the way too if you saw a man built like Breakker headed your way.

"Hey, Mike. Do you have the viewership stats for first hour of the show?" You head down to the production truck.

"Yeah, right he-Oh geez!" Mike turns around and is startled by Bron lurking menacingly behind you. "Umm, ma'am?" He nods subtly behind you.

"Ignore him." You reply and take the papers from his hands. "I'm babysitting because, someone," You turn back and look at Bron. "Can't be trusted to stay out of trouble."

Mike nods and turns to sit back down in his seat. You gloss over the report and head out of the truck, gesturing for Bron to follow you. Breakker pushes off the wall and continues to trail behind you while you run errands. After you've done a couple of things around the backstage area, you head back to the office with Bron still at your side.

"Pearce! You in here?" You step into the office and glance around for your boss.

"Over here, YN." Pearce replies from behind his desk.

Pearce beckons you over to his desk and you see a smile crack on his lips when he spots Bron still seemingly loitering at your side. You walk over to his desk and hand over the reports you've been collecting all night.

"So, you managed to put a leash on the dog, huh, YN?" Pearce taunts you, nodding to Bron on the other side of the room.

"Huh?" You reply and turn around. "Oh. Yeah, I guess." You shrug. "What else was I supposed to do with him?"

Pearce shrugs with a playful smile. "I'm intrigued that he's listening to you. What's your secret, YN?" He jokes.

"She's much prettier than you are." Bron chimes in from across the room. "And she hasn't gotten on my nerves."

Pearce rolls his eyes at Bron and turns back toward you. "Good work tonight, YN. I guess that I'll continue to leave handling Breakker to you."

"Lucky me." You reply dryly, secretly ecstatic about the decision.

"Don't pretend like you don't like having me around, sweetheart." Bron chimes in again. "No one likes a liar."

You blush slightly and walk off before you dig yourself deeper into this hole. And like the obedient new guard dog he is, Bron follows.

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