athanwritesthings

[athanwritesthings]

AAAH

WRESTLING IS FOR EVERYONE

(no stealing the pic pls !!)

#THIS MAKES ME SO UNBELIEVABLY HAPPY?!?!?? #cody rhodes #wwe

[athanwritesthings]

ABSHABA

In all honesty though, when I saw that I had been tagged in a post, I didn’t expect to come on and see this. Sometimes, you don’t really expect or realize the impact you may of directly or indirectly made in someones life, big or small.

To see that, in some way, I’ve not only managed to make an impact in someone’s life, but also provided something to look forward to (I’m looking forward to it too, tbh,) and managed to make such a deep, meaningful connection with said someone — it’s honestly one of the most important things I’ve had happen.

I don’t think many understand either — Younger me dreamed of being someone who had this kind of connection with someone, purely through a friend/sibling like feel. I’m forever grateful.

I will say, Jasper has been nothing short of intelligent, strong, kind, and understanding. I’ve seen Jasper go through change in the four years that I’ve been with my s/o, and it’s all been positive. I see a person bettering themselves in anyway they can.

I’m so looking forward to seeing what you achieve and to be there by your side. I appreciate you greatly, you a wonderful soul. 🫶🏻

Athan

- Jasper Moon

As the years go on and the more I learn, the closer I get to Ath. The first time we met, we barely talked. She’s dated my brother for about four years now, but they’re so much more than just my brother’s partner. She’s becoming a friend – a sibling. They’ve allowed me to be who I am, allowed me to speak my mind. She’s (unintentionally) helped me figure out a plan for my future, allowing me a way to escape. They share my same dream, giving me a partner to explore the world with. I never thought much about what would happen when my brother started dating, but out of anyone he has or could have dated, he made the best choice.

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NOTES:

- written Jan. 23, 2024

- @athanwritesthings is the Ath in question -- they write WWE fanfiction if you'd like to check them out (they're pretty great if I do say so myself 😌)

[athanwritesthings]

I just wanna apologize for my lack of writing recently. I've been BUSY. I plan to finish some writings up in the next day or two, and make up for all I missed, I apologize.

I needed a lil breaky break, but I'll be back! <33

[athanwritesthings]

If you don't mind me asking who all do you write for in WWE other than TJD and Barrett?

I write for anyone in the WWE, Raw, NXT and Smackdown! I’ve fallen a lil behind on writing, so I’ll be getting some on out!

[athanwritesthings]

Poll time!

I'm trying to figure out. I love the thought of my story, Fall Out, linked here, being longer in each part, and I feel it'd be a great thing to post it over on Archive of Our Own. There would be an actual character name and such for the main character, or Y/N, if you would. Would there be interest in seeing it there, and chapter updates posted here? Or would there be preference of it staying here solely?

#wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #wwe x y/n #wwe #damian priest #dominik mysterio #finn balor #rhea ripley #wwe raw #wwe smackdown

[athanwritesthings]

Clarity || Non-Binary!Reader + Isla Dawn + Alba Fyre

Request by: @sup-im-jasper

A/N: Platonic Comfort is here, written as best as I possibly could. I expected this to be longer. I had been writing Fem!Readers as of late, and the need for a Non-Binary!Reader was really there for me, so here we go!

Word Count: 640

Summary: Even with all the inclusivity, all of the great reactions from the crowd, the over-whelming sense of dread within your career after one of the biggest losses in your career, feels heavy on your shoulders. It all feels like a lot, but your friends are quick to step in with your almost internal change of demeanor.

"One...! Two...! Three...!" The referee exclaimed, his signals to the bell-ringer initiating the end of the match, the bell-ringer hitting the bell. Iyo rolled off from the pin, happy exclamations from her and her friends, who all came in from ringside. The crowd, still in shock at the change of events, booed Iyo still.

Throughout their clamoring, their happy cheers, I slowly sat up, my hands going up to my head, and my elbows resting on my knees that I pulled to my chest. It had happened. And way sooner than I had truly anticipated in the end. I had slipped up, and that was that. I roll out of the ring, as Iyo continues her celebration.

Backstage, I was met with comforting words and reassurance. I pushed on, masking my sadness and shock from the title change, a smile painted on my face that went to my eyes. Even if I fooled the other wrestlers, staff members and anyone else as I left them behind on my way to my locker room, I didn't fool the tag team that greeted me when I walked in.

Isla, knowing me well, had her arms crossed over her chest, Alba standing right next to her, a soft smile on her face. My face falters then, their eyes already telling me all that I knew. They knew I wasn't the happiest about it.

"Ay. You know... We watched your match, Y/N..." I run my hand through my short hair as Isla speaks first, moving over to my duffel bag. "You gave Iyo a run for her money out there."

Alba nods, looking at Isla as she had spoke, before looking to me. I sat down as I pulled off my wrestling boots. I didn't remember a change of pants, but that had been fine - I had brought combat boots, that would be pretty comfortable either way. "You, even if you had lost your title, still have a shot at getting it back or aiming for higher."

My eyes dart up to Alba, a small frown on my face. "That was my 'higher'. That was my goal. I wanted to hold on as much as I could for as long as I could and elevate the title with good matches and title defenses, I-" Before I could get ahead of myself and become more frustrated, Isla came to sit next to me, her hand resting on my shoulder.

I quiet, looking to her with saddened eyes. "You realize who you are, yes? And what you have done and achieved, right?" She asks, her tone soft, quiet, and kind. I just stare, my emotions threatening to show some. "You are the first non-binary to hold the WWE Women's Championship, you realize this, right? And the first non-binary to hold the NXT Women's Belt. You held these both with a great reign. A year at least for both of these. That is amazing."

"And you still have the chance to be the first non-binary to win the Women's Royal Rumble, or to main event Wrestlemania." Alba pipes in with.

Isla nods at Alba before turning back to me. "What we're saying is that you have achieved wonderful things. Yet you have a multitude of other things to achieve and add to your belt. You'll be paving the road for a lot of other, young, non-binary people."

I couldn't help but to laugh lightly at their kind statements and reminders, wiping at my eyes slightly. They had finely chopped up my feelings of any anger or sadness about the situation and chucked it away. The reassurance stayed strong in my mind as Isla stood up. "Now. With the show over, we needa go get some ice cream, and food from somewhere, then head for the hotel. We're going to celebrate either way. To your future achievements."

#non-binary!reader #wwe x y/n #platonic relationships #platonic comfort #wwe #isla dawn #alba fyre #wwe raw #wwe smackdown #nonbinary #lgbtqia

[athanwritesthings]

Fall Out || Fem!Reader x Damian Priest - Pt. 1

A/N: *snickers* all I had in brain was angst and with the ideas I got, it'll make perfect for this to be long and to have continuations. Expect another part or two in the next couple days after I get to requests. Have fun!

Word Count: 1,596

Summary: You've always been the one to cause issues, finding the solace in making your opponents and rivals second guess or become over-emotional. You tangle yourself into a rivalry with Rhea as your team feuded with the men of TJD, and in turn, always managing to find a way to get under their skin, especially Damian's. At least, you hoped you would... All (permanent) characters in Pt. 1: Grayson Waller, Randy Orton, Kevin Owens, Rhea Ripley, Dominik Mysterio, Finn Balor, Damian Priest.

It was another Monday Night Raw, another night listening to my teammates talk and bicker in my locker room as I pull my boots up, tying them as I listened to them. I sit up a few moments later, leaning my elbows on my knees, looking up to the three of them.

For as much as they bickered, they worked well together, even with them being extremely hotheaded and easy to anger. With this little bickering session, Grayson stood between Randy and Kevin as they argued, always acting as their mediator.

This was apparently their way of figuring out how we wanted to deal with the Judgement Day. As if we weren't equipped with the tools to do so already. Leaning back in my chair, I cross my arms, just listening to Randy and Kevin's arguments.

As much they fought about little things like this, you'd think I'd honestly find them annoying. That'd be quite the opposite. I found it comical, always having a smile broken out on my face as I'd watch on. I made it a thing to step in if it went way too long, of course, just so they'd divert their attention back to the match - and actually not waste energy on yelling each others head off.

After a few good minutes of listening to them, and Grayson shooting me a pleading look for help, I finally speak up. "Hey. We're not here to continuously fight or bicker with each other." Kevin goes to open his mouth again, but I tilt my head slightly from where I sat. He stopped before even starting, a small snort leaving Randy, who also quieted after seeing the look on my face.

Grayson, once the two other men hushed, looked to me, his brows furrowing slightly. "Ya gonna be out there with us at ringside, right?" I roll my eyes slightly, even though his tone was one of worry. Standing up, I walk over, my shoulder leaning into Randy's arm a bit. His arm snakes around my shoulders, my eyes staying on Grayson.

"I always am, aren't I?"

I could see the nerves that had Grayson in a vice grip, as all four of us stood in the gorilla. He had never been the type to be so nervous, always noted as the other, mostly, level headed member of the group. Kevin must've seen and registered this too, his hand giving Grayson a reassuring clap on the shoulder, a half smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

Randy's frame seemingly towered over me as he stood behind me, wrapping wrist tape around his wrists and hands. His gaze, after what felt like a good few minutes of drilling into the back of my head, looks to Grayson. "You'll be good. We're gonna be out there with you." Always blunt and to the point, Randy was.

A faint smile crossed Grayson's face nonetheless with the reassurance from us. The smile slowly fades for a split second as Kevin's theme goes first, hearing the crowds almost deafening cheers as soon as it hit, and he came out. Following suite a few seconds later, Grayson goes out with his theme, meeting Kevin at the stage.

You'd expect it not to be such a loud pop whenever Randy's theme would play, but the crowd always proved you wrong. At that point, with my first step out to the gaze of the crowd, I threw my gimmick on, a wide, yet sly smile on my face as I walked out with Randy. His fingers were intertwined with mine, before letting them go after a few seconds as I walked out in front of him a couple steps, him following me.

It didn't take me long to look away from the crowd around us as we made our way to the ring, my gaze connecting with Damian for a split second, before sliding over to Rhea, who stood in ring with the three other members of Judgement Day. One would think she'd kill with the looks she doled out to others.

I lift my hand, waving with my fingers to her, and partially to Damian, Finn and Dominik's eyes fixated on the other three in my group. Damian's jaw was set, an almost permanent seeming scowl on his face, ever since we walked out.

His shoulders rolled back, ripping his eyes from me as Randy let me up the stairs first, Kevin following suite behind him, Grayson electing a different way up, pulling himself to stand up on the ringside.

A little laugh leaves my closed lips, ropes opened for me by Randy. Damian's eyes didn't dare look back at me again, my mission seemingly being effective up to this point in time. Getting under Rhea, Damian, Finn and Dominik's skin, had been a total success so far.

Perhaps my mission had been more than a total success. With the ref not looking, and with Randy and Kevin off the apron and on the ground after Dom and Finn attacked them as Damian went for his finisher to reach the matches end, I pulled Damian off Grayson, canceling the pin just as the ref went for the three count. A grin, and a laugh as a look of complete surprise and anger crossed his face. "What the fuck?" Was all that he let out, his voice an angered yell.

Rhea, just as she looked at the crowd, a smile on her face as she counted along, had missed me pulling Damian off. I wave, once again, my fingers at him, an innocent smile on my face. That had been wiped off my face quick, seeing him move quick as he slid out of the ring fully, fully deciding to chase me then.

A look of fear flashed in my eyes as I took the initiative to run, making sure to run towards where Randy and Kevin were.

As soon I passed Randy, who was already standing up, his body blocked Damian from passing him. "Touch her, and you're dead." When I heard this, I knew it was safe to stop and turn. I laugh lightly, a grin on my face once again.

"Oh, so sorry about that! I didn't mean to do that." My grin still on my face, as I watch Damian, scoffing, his gaze on me for a few seconds. With my eyes on him, I kneel to Kevin, who's sitting up now, on his way to standing. "Get Dom and Finn dealt with, you two."

Randy, looking to Kevin when he called his name, easily registered the look on Kevin's face, as Damian turned to get in the ring before getting counted out. Grayson, on the opposing side of the ring, watched, as he leaned against the middle rope, on one knee.

All it took was Damian to look at me one last time when he got into the ring, then seeing his team taken down from ringside, and Grayson capitalizing on the distraction, hitting Damian with the Rolling Thunder Stunner, and getting the one… two… three count!

Rhea, who was already screaming her head off at Damian, stared in complete shock, with her hands almost resting on her head, before she stuck her hands out at the ref. Grayson, rolling out of the ring, had a huge smile on his face. I ran up, Kevin and Randy following, all three of us smiling. Grayson's arm rested around my shoulders, one of my hands resting on his back, as we walked backwards, the crowd cheering loudly.

Back in my locker room, I packed my duffel bag, my face slack and not full of any emotion, except showing off how tired I had been. I was ready to go to the hotel room. Rest assured, I was due to see someone from TJD as soon as I walked out, all before Randy got back from his locker room.

Sure enough, with my luck, when I opened my locker room door, Rhea and Damian stood a few feet away from me, Damian's arms crossed over his chest, Rhea's hands in her pockets. "Finally coming out of her cave, hm?" Was all I was greeted with from Rhea first.

I snort, as I look the both of them over. "Upset about your match results? Didn't like the taste of your own medicine?" Damian's arms drop as he walks over, his 6 ft 5 in height towering over me like Randy. Yet there was a different feeling to him than Randy. Maybe it was the aura or vibe he gave off.

Damian's eyes trailed me up and down with an unhappy look, crossing my own arms as I leaned back slightly. "You are meddling with the wrong people, chica. If I were you, I'd call my guard dogs off before it becomes a huge regret of yours down the line." His voice was gruff, yet the look in his eyes didn't match up with how he sounded.

"Matter of fact... Next Monday. I'll bury you so far into the ground, perhaps they will back off." Rhea states as she steps up too, an unbelieving laugh leaving my closed lips as I looked at them with an incredulous glint to my eyes.

I didn't think much of it. I never really did. As long as they were boiling because of me... that was all that truly mattered to me in the first place. I watch them leave with one last look, before I go off to find Randy, Grayson and Kevin.

I never told them about the interaction between Rhea, Damian and I...

(to be continued...)

#wwe #wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #wwe raw #wwe smackdown #wwe x y/n #rhea ripley #dominik mysterio #finn balor #damian priest #randy orton #kevin owens #grayson waller #fem!reader

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Athan's Player Handbook To Everything

Introduction: Heyo, I'm Athan, or Ath for short! I'm mainly focused on WWE/Youtube writings, and you may, very rarely, see me post other fandoms. I try to vary the wrestlers/Youtubers used in my writings as often as possible. <3

Warnings: Some writings lean to the more mature side, and all will have warnings before hand. I'm aiming to dabble in aromantic/platonic pairings more too.

Pairings: OC's and Readers vary by each story/snippit. Clarifications will always be given, either in the title, or in the A/N.

"Where do I even start?" You ask?: I'm still working on stories, snippits and continuations of things as of now. I'll be revolving this weekly to show my favorite writing of the week! Right now, my favorite lands with Bad News || Fem!Reader x Wade Barrett.

How often do you upload?: I try to upload every couple days. Sometimes, I find myself bulk writing, and will set one-two stories/continuations/snippits to post a day from drafts!

A bit about me: I'm a 23 yr old non-binary Twitch streamer (linked here,) Youtuber (linked here,) writer and gym rat, in love with WWE, who is currently saving for Oregon Pro Wrestling School (OPW.) I greatly enjoy cooking and baking as well!

#wwe #wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #wwe writer #fanfiction #nonbinary writer #twitch streamer #meet the writer

[athanwritesthings]

Requests Open!

Yes, boyyy! Requests are now open! Each request will be done by what order each one has been sent in first.

Looking forward to all requests! <33

#wwe #wwe gifs #wwe x reader #wwe fanfiction #pretty deadly #open requests #pls send requests

[athanwritesthings]

No Judgement || Reader x TJD [request]

A/N: I wanted to preface with this, this is a request for a more platonic relationship with reader & TJD. I will be making more of these throughout time, either with the group as an entirety, or a specific person in the group. <33

word count: 1,104

summary: you, a WWE Creative, have spent majority of your day after work, working. Rhea, Dominik, Damian, and Finn see you've been hard at work when they get home. this initiates your group of close knit friends/platonic soulmates to take action and make sure you've taken care of you, no judgement at all.

All too often, time was never something I had been good at keeping, lost in the words on the page, or on the screen of my laptop, the faint light being the only thing illuminating my face. Sometimes, the quiet click of my keyboard was the only thing to be heard as I would sit there, building the world on paper in a way, instead of building it in my head as I'd read. On other occasions, it was theater and plays, seeing how many expressed themselves through some sort of acting. It was often that I was lost in my own world, spilling everything in my mind onto paper. When you've grown up with the comforts of these things, it sticks and never lets go. Reading, writing and theater was my thing, my outlet. That was why I found myself lucky for loving the arts, setting myself right into a seat on the Creative team.

Tonight was no different. I sat in my office at home, face almost void of expression, the faint light of my laptop illuminating my face, fingers tirelessly typing out scripts and any ideas that I had that could possible work, even in the slightest bit. Hours had to have passed, with a couple bathroom breaks possibly every couple hours or so. As much as the back of my head told me to stop, nothing had really pulled my focus. Even when I heard their footsteps, their talking and laughter. Even when I felt eyes looking at me from where I sat.

If I had been aware of my surroundings, I'd actually hear Rhea, Dom, Damian and Finn's hushed voices talking to each other, discussing on if they'd know if I had eaten, drank anything, or even relaxed. And I would not only learn that Rhea and Dom were leaving to the new Italian restaurant that it wouldn't take long for Rhea and Dom to leave to the new Italian restaurant that we had gone to a few weeks ago, and that they'd be back soon with the most mouthwatering Fettuccine Alfredo, as that had been my absolute favorite. I would also know that they planned to bring my hydro, filled with fresh ice water to make sure I drank. Or even that Damian and Finn were getting snacks from the store for us all, just for a movie night to get my mind off of work.

It all quieted again once they had dispersed, though I didn't exactly know when the talking stopped, it not threatening to cross my mind again anyways. With uncertainty in my mind, I leaned back some in my chair, my eyes looking at the screen. A small scowl slowly paints my face, reading everything over one… two… even three times. How had I gotten this far without really looking at what I wrote? Just to see if I liked it? I huffed, leaning forward and selecting everything. My finger, finding it's place on the "Backspace" button, froze, still hovering over it in just the slightest.

My gaze, finally having broken from the laptop screen, looks over to the hand on my water bottle. I… hadn't brought that in. Had I? Finally fully looking up, I see Rhea, with Dom close behind, standing beside me. The light was on now, and the sun had set. "You lost track of time again, didn't ya?" Was the first thing said to me, only responding back with a simple nod. "And I'm assuming you haven't ate?" This time, shaking my head. Dom takes a couple steps up and around Rhea, a smile forming on his face as he looked at me, showing the box to me.

Many would see little things, like this, from them as possibly concerned significant others/partners. Coupled with homemade meals that may sometimes seem like a lot for packed lunches, pictures of us and the other members of TJD on Insta (or anywhere else really,) that shared how close we were, or even how much Rhea and Dom cared, one may solidify in their own head that we were all three something… that just wasn't it.

Rhea and Dom were simply just platonic. They knew me well, knew how my brain ticked and clicked. What things kept me flowing, and what things didn't. They weren't my romantic partners. In all cases, they fit in my definition of those platonic soulmates, just a little bit above best friends. Day in, day out, they took opportunities to care, and had loved me for me. Just as platonic soulmates/friends did.

Snapping back to reality, smelling the food finally, my eyes lit up. "Is that… Is that from the new place we tried once before, with the good fettuccine alfredo?" Was all that left my lips, Dom grinning wide as he walked over, chewing his gum as usual. 'Yeah, we figured it's been a bit, might as well get it again for you…' He'd respond, handing me the box and a fork.

Rhea, pulling up a spare chair I had in my office, sits next to me, her gaze landing on the screen. "Am I allowed to read this?" She asks, looking at me first, before even thinking of reading further. I nod as I take my first bite, internally smiling. Dom, wanting to read it too, leans forward on Rhea's chair, his chin resting on the top of her head. A few moments of silence, then a surprised look for just a split second. "You were going to delete this? Y/N this is good so far…"

"It is good. But… come take a break. Damian and Finn are gonna be back with snacks and everything. We wanted to all watch a movie. Would be a great time for you to take a break." Dom's grin had returned as his chin raised from the top of Rhea's head to look at me, an excited look in his eyes.

Part of me knew that I couldn't say no either, I needed the break. I had been relentlessly working all day and I could eventually burn myself out. "You're coming to watch the movie, Y/N. You deserve the break." Rhea's voice was stern, yet kind.

What kind people they were. I acted like I was thinking about it, before actually deciding to respond. I criss cross my legs and lean forward as I begin.

"Okay, okay, fine! But on one condition," I still act as if I'm thinking when I speak, before jabbing the air, towards them with my fork. "I get to choose the movie."

"Deal." The two of them said in unison, goofy grins on their faces.

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Bad News || Fem!Reader x Wade Barrett

Summary: You're in over you head again tonight, and, in the chaos of it all, end up with a busted and bruised lip that wasn't planned for. --word count: 910. -- warnings/tw: mentions of bl00d. -- A/N: i'm a bit rusty on writing as it's been ages, though i'm convinced to try and make a few chapters/parts/continuation of this. it's a bit shorter than i hope, but enjoy nonetheless!

On multiple occasion, I had found myself in a situation I shouldn't of been in. A fight was an often occurrence between myself and Rhea, a consistent thorn in the other's side. Often enough, I was told I always had a knack for indirectly instigating things I shouldn't, even if it wasn't my intention in the first place.

Our fights accompanied nearly half of our interactions, and it was always a flip flop on if we'd actually get into a brawl or not. In this instance though, in all of the chaos, in all of the fighting, I hadn't been careful enough, lucky enough, to miss a punch from Rhea, leading my own lips to her balled up fist.

I had stumbled back, shocked at the sudden connection, before the actual thought crossed my mind that she had done it, Rhea bloody Ripley had punched me. It was a solid five seconds before my body and mind synced, my body finally moving to attack back, not realizing my lip, now busted, and soon, bruised, had begun gushing blood.

It didn't take long for security and other staff to rush in upon hearing the scuffle, followed with us yelling at the top of our lungs at the other as they pulled us apart.

"Break it up, ladies, break it up!" Yelled the all too familiar voice of Pearce, not daring to step too in the middle, yet help as much as he could. It almost had gotten to the point that Rhea slipped out to come for another punch, only to be yanked back again and, this time, officially held back.

"You're dead meat, Y/N! Dead meat!" Rhea's voice had yelled at me, through the sudden wave of workers. "I'm going to kick your ass!"

I scoff, laughing and smiling through the blood that ran like a river from my lip. "I'd like to see you try!" I snipped back at her, security pulling me the opposite direction.

Once the scuffle was under control, it didn't take long for Adam to bark orders, demanding security took me to medical to get treated. One of the medical personnel, Jason was his name, I believe, started quickly on getting the bleeding stopped, a couple other personnel helping as they could.

Adam, once he had ensured Rhea was gone and no longer near, came into medical soon after, my gaze, dark and unhappy, landing on him as he walked in. At this point, the bleeding had been stopped, and they were cleaning the wound. "So good news is, you and Rhea are battling this out next week, should your busted lip be better." He starts, hands on his hips. Does he really think a match will solve everything that's happened up to this moment? I thought to myself, before shrugging off the thought.

I stick my head out at him slightly, as I waited, expecting to hear some sort of bad news to come from him, yet none came. "Is there… any bad news?" Uncertainty laced my voice, keeping still as much as I could for Jason.

"Not exactly." There was this look on Adam's face, knowing there wasn't anything that was particularly bad from his part, but yet, couldn't really say if whatever was to happen was bad or not. That was reassuring. "Wade's not exactly happy." I roll my eyes, Jason stepping aside for a moment, grabbing an ice pack to hand me. 'You'll have some swelling and bruising, holding this to your lip for a little,' he told me. No doubt that Wade managed to get Saxxton to sit in for him. "As soon as he saw your busted lip on the screen, he wanted back here."

"That adds up…" I thank Jason as he steps aside. It didn't take long to hear Wade's demanding voice approaching, thundering through the hallways. My head swings to the open door, seeing Wade's frame come into the doorway. His face is in a scowl, as usual in situations like this.

In a couple long strides, he stood in front of me, his pointer finger and thumb pinching my chin as he lifts my head up, instinctively moving the ice pack away from my lip. "You are always bad news, Y/N. How do you keep getting into these situations?" Anger tinged Wade's voice, yet it sounded like his voice had softened and quieted at the same time. "I tell you to not get into situations like this."

I can't do anything else but stare. Wade's own gaze was focused on gauging my busted lip, yet my eyes watched his. For a man so angry at me, the concern was comforting, despite him calling me bad news. On many occasion, Wade would parade around and say he'd come back to wrestle, just so he'd be around me to ensure I had some level headedness in my life and that I was protected.

As much as that was wished for by myself, I knew better. He loved his role as a commentator, and that was something I didn't want to see him set aside for me.

Wade's gaze connects with mine, an almost unreadable look in them as he stared at me. His voice low, he says one simple thing to me, one simple thing that stuck, his almost vindictive tone shining through. "If this can all simply be avoided by me being back out there wrestling with you and protecting you… Don't you dare think for one second that I won't pull on those boots again, Y/N…"

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