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glowrioustrash · 5 years

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Well That’s Embarassing

Summary: Mox goes to the mall with his girlfriend but quickly grows bored. Luckily, they have a game they play sometimes where they try to embarrass each other in public.

Pairing: Jon Moxley x OC (Dani)

Word Count: 1500+

Warnings: False, humorous accusations of kinks and medical issues? It’s an odd one, feel free to message me if you have concerns. The whole premise is them saying fake things in public to embarrass each other so it gets pretty silly.

Author’s Note: Hey, I’m alive! Well obviously I am, I have been reblogging stuff but I wrote a thing! Wow! Thanks to @kingcorbean and @vonschweetz for their help in it <3 The post that gave me the initial idea is at the very end.

Also apparently in the time I’ve been gone they took away line breaks? Gross.

I don’t have any tag list anymore it’s been eons, but I’m also tagging @robwiethoff because I love her.

“Please?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“Just go by yourself.”

“But that’s not as fun.”

“So?”

A groan was his only warning before his lap was suddenly occupied. Dani’s legs hung over the arm of the chair he was sitting in as her arms wrapped around his shoulders. He made a show of it, letting a woosh of air escape as if she had knocked the wind out of him - she couldn’t knock the wind out of him even if she tried, he was used to being tackled by men 3 times her size.

“C’mon Mox.” She pouted at him.

“I don’t want to go to the mall.” He told her plainly, his face unamused even as he wrapped his arms around her waist. He might not be interested in going to the mall, but he’d never be upset about his girl in his lap.

“Jon.” She whined, dragging out his name. He responded by mocking her, whining wordlessly back at her. She tried to fight back the laughter at his girlish noise but a small smile broke through.

“Just go to the mall. Take my card, get whatever you want.” He offered.

“But who will tell me if I look good if you’re not there?” She huffed, leaning into his chest.

“Someone who works there.” He shrugged.

“They tell you look good in everything so you buy more.”

“They’re right, you do look good in everything.”

“Jon.” She whined again, adding a wiggle of her hips for good measure.

“You really want me to go?” He sighed.

“Yes.” She sat up, smiling brightly at him.

“You want me to go, be miserable, make fun of all the stores we go into, and sit around while you try on clothes?” He reiterated, trying to make her reconsider.

“Yes.”

“You want me to complain the whole time we’re walking around, asking how much longer until we can leave, reminding you every 5 minutes that you owe me big time?”

“Did I mention I’m stopping at Victoria’s Secret?”

“Why didn’t you say so, woman?!” His entire demeanor changed, perking up at the thought. He tightened his arms around her as he stood, picking her up. She laughed as he started walking towards the garage. “Let’s go to the mall!”

It didn’t take long for Moxley to grow bored of the mall as Dani wanted to stop in at several other stores before Victoria’s Secret. They were in some home decor store when he decided to try and hurry it along. He saw a horse figurine and picked it up before calling her name loudly.

“Hey Dani, we should get this for your sister. You know, the one that likes to fuck horses.” He spoke loudly, making sure any shoppers in the area could hear.

Dani’s eyes widened at first before narrowing, knowing exactly what game they were about to be playing. They’d done this a million times before, trying to embarrass the other in public for fun.

*****

The airport was busy around them as they said goodbye. Dani was used to him leaving to go back on the road, but it was harder now that he was wrestling in Japan. It was so much farther, the time difference was huge. He was going to be gone for almost a whole month before he got a chance to come visit.

“I gotta go.” He spoke softly, the moment just for them in the hustle and bustle of the airport.

“I know.” She admitted sadly, tears threatening to spill over as she loosened her grip on him.

“I’ll call every day.” He promised.

“You better or I’ll fly there to kick your ass.” She threatened weakly.

“If that’s the case, maybe I won’t call.” He teased, making her laugh softly.

“Don’t you dare.” She pouted, pulling him in for a quick kiss.

“Miss you already.” He murmured against her lips.

“Miss you more.” She replied, reluctantly releasing her hold on him.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Let me know when you land.”

“Always do.” He pecked her on the lips once more before joining the line through security.

Dani brushed away at the tears that had started to fall, cursing herself for being so emotional as she watched him progress through the line. She was happy for him, this is what he wanted to do. He was happy and healthy, he had a spark he’d been missing for years.

“Hey Jon!” She called out to him, refusing for their good bye to be so mushy. “Take care of that rash, okay!”

He grinned, taking a few steps forward as the line moved. “Okay, but remember to wipe front to back while I’m gone.” He called back.

Dani laughed, seeing the shocked and disgusted looks on the people around him in line. “I will. Your hemorrhoid cream is packed in your carry-on. Take care of your butthole.”

“Thanks for letting me borrow it.” He answered as he moved to the front of the line. He lowered the shades he was wearing to wink at her before stepping into the area where she couldn’t see him anymore.

*****

“No, no. She didn’t fuck a horse. She said that being with another man after you was *like* fucking a horse.” Dani shot back. “Because of your tiny penis.”

“Your mom didn’t think it was tiny.” He shrugged, setting the figurine back on the shelf.

“My dad had a micropenis, I wouldn’t trust her.” Dani responded flippantly as she continued to browse.

By the time he had his comeback loadad, asking her how she knew, she’d already moved to the next aisle.

Point Dani. Game on.

...

“I don’t care if you consent, I’m not putting all of these candlesticks in your ass.”

Point Mox.

...

“Oh, we need to get some puppy pads. I’m tired of cleaning your explosive diarrhea out of the carpet.”

Point Dani.

...

“This dress would look really nice on you, but it might show off all those boils you’re trying to hide.”

Point Mox.

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“I’m not comfortable bringing any blow-up holiday decorations into the house until you can promise you’re not going to try to have sex with it.”

Point Dani.

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It carried on throughout several stores and it didn’t speed up their shopping at all, but at least Moxley was having fun now. By the time they made it to the final stop, his arms were full of bags from the other stores. His annoyance of being dragged along and having to carry all Dani’s bags lessened as he wondered what in the store Dani was going to be trying on.

“You can go set those down and sit in the boyfriend chair if you want.” She told him with a peck to his cheek. Mox nodded and headed to the back of the store where he’d find the chair. He stopped a few racks away from Dani as he saw a display mannequin wearing a lacy blue thing with straps all over the place.

“How about this?” He pointed it out to her, wiggling his eyebrows.

Dani dropped the bra she was looking at and came to see what he was pointing out. She looked it over, feeling the fabric between her hands. “It’s nice,” she agreed, “but the last time you wore lace you complained about the chafing.” She smirked.

Before he could respond, she shot him a challenging look and picked one up off the table, the look clearly saying that if he wanted her to try it on, he should accept the defeat. He kept his mouth shut, not entirely sure who won the point considering he was walking away quite happy with himself.

After browsing, Dani made her way to the change room to try things on. She stepped out of the room to get his opinion on a few of them (his opinion always varying degrees of “yes get it” and “wow that’s hot”) but kept a few for later surprises. When she left the change room ready to buy, she had an armful of multicolored garments, lace and silk and cotton all mixed in.

Moxley stood behind her while the items were being scanned and bagged. He was happy to notice the strappy blue piece made the cut - she hadn’t let him see it on so it must be good.

“I’m going to rip that off of you with my teeth.” He claimed happily as he watched the piece being folded gently. Dani looked back at him in surprise while the cashier turned pink at the declaration.

“Stop it, that’s embarrassing.” Dani admonished with a gleam in her eye. “You’re my brother, you need to stop saying things like that.”

Mox sputtered as the cashier looked up in shock at the two of them. The poor woman quickly looked back down and focused on finishing the transaction. She took the credit card without looking either of them in the eye, running off as soon as she handed Dani her bags. Dani handed them off to a still shocked Moxley, who followed her dumbly out of the store.

“You okay back there?” Dani finally asked once they had passed a few stores, looking back over her shoulder at him.

“You’re gonna pay for that,” was the only thing he could think to say.

“I assumed I would.” She shrugged coyly as she slowed down to walk beside him.

“Tonight.” He promised.

“I’ll be the one in blue.”

#Jon Moxley fic #Jon Moxley drabble #Jon Moxley fan fic #Jon Moxley fan fiction #Jon Moxley imagine #Jon Moxley x OC #glowrious writings #are those all my tags? been a while

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glowrioustrash · 5 years

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Breaking The Law

Summary: Parole Office Kat Williams had seen Dean Ambrose’s mugshot from his file. She was expecting the scrappy, shaggy kid in the photo, not the man who walked into her office.

Pairing: Dean Ambrose x OC

Word Count: 3000+

Warnings: RATED M FOR AVERT YOUR EYES CHILDREN THIS AIN’T NOTHIN BUT SMUT

Author’s Note: This is a piece of what was originally a bigger fic - a very dark fic tbh - but I’ve been struggling with it since Dean’s return. I decided I could cut this out, post it as a PWP for everyone’s enjoyment, and if I ever get around to writing more, just posting it as a second part. (Tag list is back down to like no one, because once again I wasted so much fucking time between posting shit that most of y’all were either lost in the purge or changed your names. Sorry.)

Tagging: @softarthurmorgan / @kakakatey / @thirstiswet / @calwitch / @dirrrtydeeds

Kat grabbed the file for her next appointment, a new parolee she was being assigned. The folder was fairly thin, which typically meant an easy job… or a first time offender at the beginning of a long path through the system. She read the name on the tab, “Ambrose, Dean,” and opened the folder.

The man’s mugshot was paperclipped to the first page, his piercing blue eyes striking her immediately, even in the washed out, overexposed photo. The glare on his features was not uncommon in the many mugshots she’d seen, but he made it look more like a brood. It made her think of classic movie stars when they’d hit that pout that made the women swoon. His shaggy hair, she couldn’t tell if it was brown or blonde from the photo alone, was matted to his forehead. He looked mostly clean shaven, although with the poor quality of the photo she couldn’t tell if he had a bit of stubble or if it was just an odd shadow or printing mistake.

She moved the photo out of the way, quickly reading through his file. Ambrose was 32 years old, only a few years older than herself. He was charged with stealing a firearm and had pled guilty, earning a 5 year sentence but was being released early. Reading through the file, Ambrose had kept to himself in prison and stayed out of trouble. There were only a handful of reported incidents from his time in jail, all of which had guards vouching that he acted defensively.

It seemed promising, really.

Dean had served his time in Ohio but had applied to serve parole in Iowa. The paperwork showed he had someone to live with and a job lined up. The planning, paired with his good behaviour, led to an easy approval. This also meant that she hadn’t met him prior to his release as she had most of her parolees.

He had been pleasant enough on the phone when he made his appointment, his voice gruff and his answers monosyllabic when possible. He called within the 24 hours necessary of arriving, ready with his file number. Overall, her impression so far was that he was a nice man who got caught up in something bad.

Her phone chirped at her from the corner of her desk, the familiar tone signalling an interoffice paging.

“Williams.” She answered.

“Your 2:30 is here. Mr. Ambrose.” Nicole, the receptionist, responded.

“Great, send him in.” Kat told her. She heard the click on the other end and hung up her phone. Seconds later, a steady, strong knock sounded from her door.

“Come in.” She called, standing in anticipation of meeting her new parolee. She straightened her blouse as the door opened.

The man who entered was nearly unrecognizable from the mugshot if not for those amazing blue eyes. If the young man in the mugshot could be compared to a scruffy but lovable mutt, the man currently standing in her office was a prize pitbull. He’d clearly spent his free time while locked up in the gym. His neck alone had nearly doubled in size and the crisp t-shirt he was wearing looked ready to pull apart at the seams. She found herself wondering what the rest of him looked like before he went in, only having the lone mugshot showing him from the shoulders up. His hair was shorn and his beard was grown in, but groomed.

“Officer Williams?” He asked, standing in the doorway.

“Yes. Come in, Mr. Ambrose.” She instructed. Dean crossed the small office quickly, only taking a few steps with his long legs. His file had listed him as 6’4, but his mass made it seem much more intimidating.

She gulped subtly as she offered her hand to shake. Dean adjusted the papers he was holding into his opposite arm before taking her hand in his own. His hand was warm and his grip was firm.

“Please, call me Dean.” He told her as he released her hand.

“Alright Dean.” She nodded, sitting down. “Why don’t you have a seat and we can get started.”

Dean sat, setting the papers on her desk. “So, your file was transferred to me from Ohio where you served your time, correct?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He confirmed.

“And what brought you to Iowa?” She asked, watching him closely for any signs he might be lying.

“Good friend of mine offered me a place to live and helped me set up a job.” He explained, turning to the papers he’d brought in, leafing through. “He filled out the required paperwork here.”

Kat took the papers he offered, looking through them. The forms were typical, that Mr. Rollins understood that he was living with a Parolee, that he understood the rules that were expected of the parolee’s living situation, and that even if Mr. Rollins brought the prohibited items into the home, Dean would suffer the consequences.

“Great, these all look in order.” Kat nodded. “You say he set you up with your job as well?”

“Yes. He owns a gym and he’s hired me as a trainer.” He explained, handing over the proof of employment.

“You’re very prepared, Dean. I appreciate that.” Kat muttered as she scanned the documents.

“I’m just lookin’ for this to be as smooth as possible.” He told her.

She stapled the papers together, tucking them into Dean’s file.

“Now it says here your prior officer in Ohio, uh…” She paused as she looked for the officer’s name.

“Officer Regal.” He supplied.

“Ah yes, here we are. Officer Regal. It says he went through the expectations, but just to make sure nothing slipped through the cracks, I’m going to go over it again. Eases my mind.” She explained with a smile.

“Of course.” He nodded.

Kat went over the conditions of Dean’s parole, which were fairly typical. Curfew, travel restrictions, things Dean was prohibited to do or own. She went over how to report change in address or job. It was the same spiel she’d given her whole career, with only a few variations from crime to crime.

“Any questions?” She concluded.

“No, ma’am.” He shook his head.

She slid a copy of her business card across her desk towards him. “There’s how to get a hold of me if you need anything or have a question. If you get into any legal trouble I will find out, but both of our lives will be easier if you call me first.”

“Understood, but that shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Well, I hope not. Even still, I tell that to everyone.” She told him with a polite smile.

Kat woke up with a soft groan at being pulled out of a peaceful slumber. The two arms wrapped around her, one below and one over her waist, both tightened, pulling her backwards into the strong chest. She smiled at the motion but didn’t open her eyes yet. She loved waking up in his arms. She never felt more safe than when she was wrapped up in Dean.

“G’mornin’.” He grumbled into her ear, nuzzling her neck. Her smile widened as she squirmed against him, his beard tickling her.

“Morning.” She mumbled back. “I was dreaming ‘bout you.”

“Mmm,” Dean hummed, the sound vibrating through his chest. “What about?” He asked suggestively as he ran his hand down her torso until he reached the sliver of skin between her sleep shirt and panties, stroking the bare skin.

“Day we met.” She answered, ignoring his implication.

“Real version or,” Dean pressed his hips against her, fingers dancing along the waistband of the panties she wore. “Our version?”

She scoffed and batted at his hand. “Real version.” Even though she was playing hard to get - as if he didn’t already have her - she couldn’t deny the heat that grew in her belly at Dean’s question. The two had role-played their own version of that first meeting many times, sometimes with Kat as the hard ass, domineering parole officer who threatened to write him up unless he did exactly as she said and sometimes with Dean as the asshole, “won’t take no for an answer” criminal, but all with the same satisfying outcome for both.

“Bummer.” Dean hummed against her skin, making her giggle. “I like ours better.”

“What time is it?” She asked, still not wanting to open her eyes.

“Who cares?” Dean whispered, his breath tickling her ear as he pushed his luck a bit more, slipping his fingers into her waistband.

“Dean,” she whined, wiggling in a lame attempt to escape him. The low growl from Dean let her know the wiggle did nothing but spur him on. “I’ve got appointments this morning.”

“Fuck ‘em.” He hissed, fingers slipping lower. “We got ‘til the alarm.”

“Dean.” She whined again, this time a begging, keening whine as she rolled her hips back into his growing erection. She knew he was right, they had time.

“That’s more like it, doll.” She could hear the smug grin in his voice, let alone feel it against her skin. He kissed her neck and shoulder as he slipped his fingers between her lips, easily finding her clit.

She gasped, gripping his forearm as he rubbed lazy circles on her bundle of nerves. “You’re such a stereotype.” She scolded him, her voice no longer rough with sleep but breathy with arousal.

“Hmm? What stereotype is that?” He hummed, keeping his leisurely pace as she rolled her hips against his hand. Their closeness meant that she was also grinding against his cock as she searched for more pressure.

“Horny convict.” She muttered with a grin.

“I could stop.” He sang, his tone warning.

“Don’t stop.” She urged, gripping his arm tighter.

Dean laughed, satisfied that he already had her so desperate. “Such a spoiled princess. Eyes aren’t even open yet and you’re making demands.”

Kat looked over her shoulder, turning her head towards him and slowly opened her eyes, blinking against the early morning light spilling through the curtains. Dean looked down at her, her eyelids heavy with sleep, pupils blown with desire, lips parted as she panted for breath. He could hardly believe how lucky he was to wake up next to a masterpiece like her.

“There she is.” He praised, leaning down to kiss her. The kiss was as lazy as his fingers, tongue probing into her mouth slowly. She curled her tongue against his, whimpering into his mouth.

Dean’s fingers roamed lower prompting Kat to lift her leg, bending it at the knee to give him better access. Dean moaned appreciatively, unsurprised to find she was already wet and ready for him to easily slip his middle finger nice and deep into her.

She whined at the intrusion, her hips stilling as she squeezed his arm. She kissed him with more urgency as he moved his finger in and out, feeling her walls flutter around him. A few pumps and he added a second finger.

“God, Dean.” She whimpered, pulling away from his lips to catch her breath.

“One of us is here, I don’t know about the other guy.” He teased as he curled his fingers inside her, searching for the spot that would drive her crazy. He knew he’d found it as her breath hitched, hips bucking.

“That’s it, kitten.” He purred, unable to resist the urge to grind against her. “You like that?”

“Uh-huh.” She breathed shakily, nodding. She released his arm, moving to grip his hip instead. He could feel her nails digging into his skin even through his boxers, making him growl.

His thumb found her clit again, rubbing back and forth over the nub until she was reduced to a shaking mess of whimpers and stuttered breaths in his arms.

Her shaking hand reached between them, gripping his hard cock. She tried to stroke him, the angle working against her as she tried to twist her arm to the right angle to touch him.

“Is that what you want?” He asked, nipping her ear. “You want me to bury my hard cock deep inside you?”

“Yessss-” She hissed, nodding emphatically. She gave up trying to stroke him, clawing instead at his boxers. She managed to barely slide them down his hips even as he lifted himself off the bed. She huffed in frustration as they caught on his erection.

“My fingers aren’t enough? Need my thick cock instead?” He continued teasing.

“Pl-ease.” She moaned, breath hitching.

Dean chuckled, reluctantly pulling his hand away from her heat to help pull his boxers down to his thighs. Kat whined at the loss but took the opportunity to shimmy her panties off. She started to turn towards him but Dean stilled her with a strong hand on her hip.

“No, just like this.” He murmured, pressing up against her back again. The arm below her held her tight to his chest as he lifted her leg over his hip, stroking at her inner thigh once it was in position.

“Dean, please.” She begged, pushing her ass against him.

“Shhh, ‘m right here.” He pacified as he lined himself up. Their matching moans echoed through the room as he entered her slick heat. He moved his hand to her hip, holding her steady as he began to thrust, a slow, steady rhythm that matched the pace of the morning.

Kat gripped at his hand, rolling her body in time with the movement of his hips. Dean buried his face into her neck, inhaling deeply and letting the scent of her sweat-slicked skin surround him.

“Don’t stop.” She begged, moving his hand up to her chest, under her shirt. He took the note, groping at her breast.

“Never.” He panted, sealing his promise with a bite to her collar bone. Kat cried out, toes curling as she felt that coil in her stomach begin tightening. Her hand left his to bury itself between her legs, rubbing at her clit in tandem with his thrusts.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” He growled, looking down her body and seeing her pleasuring herself. The sight made his stomach flip. He deftly rolled her nipples between his fingers, pinching it the way he knew would drive her crazy. He knew, with all the different stimulations, that she wouldn't last much longer.

“Shit…” She whimpered under her breath, the first sign to Dean that she was creeping up on her orgasm. She began a mantra of whispered curses with his name mixed in as she sped towards that knife’s edge.

“That’s it kitten.” He encouraged, leaning down to kiss and lick at her neck. He nibbled softly at her skin, tasting the salt of her sweat.

“H-harder.” She begged and stuttered, body shaking under him. She sped up her own motions, rubbing her clit faster as she felt herself about come undone. She moaned loudly as Dean’s hips started snapping forward more forcefully, the lazy pace being abandoned as they chased their pleasure. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed through the bedroom.

“So tight.” He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he willed himself to hold out until she came. If he could just hold out a bit longer- he could already feel her pulsing around him.

“I… I’m…” She tried to warn, her breath catching each time he thrust deep and hard into her. She couldn’t manage the words, her body starting to seize up.

“Let it go.” He growled through gritted teeth, thrusting erratically. “‘M right there.”

Kat threw her head back, squeezing her eyes shut tightly as her orgasm wracked through her whole body down to her toes. She screamed Dean’s name, shuddering in his arms as her walls convulsed around him. Dean groaned loudly in her ear as the pulsing tipped him over the edge, spilling deep inside of her.

Too soon, the intense pleasure made way to the ecstatic post-haze, both of them panting to catch their breath from their exertion.

“I love you.” He breathed, pressing a kiss to the bite mark that had formed on her collar.

“Love you, too.” She replied, tapping him on the hip with a shaky hand. He pulled out of her, both of them groaning softly - Dean at the loss of her warmth, Kat as he moved against her over sensitive nerves. Her toes curled as she felt his seed spilling out of her, dripping down her thigh.

She rolled over, burying her head against his broad, defined chest. Dean hugged her tightly, knowing she liked to be held close after sex, no matter how or where it happened. Hard, fast, rough and punishing or slow, lazy lovemaking. Bed, shower, counter, the car. She liked to be squeezed to him. She clung to him as she came down from her high, breathing in his musk.

They laid like that as the sun rose higher in the sky, more and more light sneaking into the room through the curtains. Kat was nearly asleep when the alarm on her phone chimed.

“Them’s the breaks, Kat.” Dean told her, patting her twice on the ass before reaching for her phone to silence the alarm.

She groaned and reluctantly pulled away from him, rolling away to collect herself for a few deep breaths. Dean watched her, taking in her chest heaving with each breath. He let his eyes trail down her profile. Her tummy sneaking out under her shirt they’d never gotten around to taking off, her bare hip, her long legs.

“Get up, kitten. You need to shower before work.” He told her. As much as he’d like to know she was still covered in his cum as she dealt with all her parolees, almost like staking his claim, he couldn’t imagine it would be very comfortable for her.

She groaned as she sat up, stretching. “And what about you?” She asked, looking at him over her shoulder.

“Mrs. Souriol is on vacation this week.” He reminded her, sitting up in bed. “No one to train until 10:30.”

“Lucky asshole.” She grumbled, forcing herself to stand. She inhaled sharply at the persistent ache in her core, a satisfied grin painted her face as she dragged her feet towards her ensuite.

Dean watched her go with his own smug smile. He recognized that look and was proud to have brought it out of her. Once he heard the shower start, he slipped his boxers back on to start on breakfast for both of them.

#dean ambrose imagine #dean ambrose smut #Dean ambrose fic #dean ambrose fan fic #dean ambrose fan fiction #dean ambrose x oc #glow: parole!Dean #glowrious writings #here's hoping I'm not purged for this

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glowrioustrash · 5 years

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Wednesday - Broken Hearts Prologue

Summary: A preview, and introduction, to Antonia - the new OC in the next chapter of The Broken Series, Broken Hearts.

Pairing: OC/OC for now. More to come later.

Word Count: 500+

Warnings: Death, dealing with the death of a loved one, descriptions of pain, depression. I’m a little rusty with my TW, if I missed anything let me know and I’ll add it.

Author’s Note: Hello all! I’m posting for a few reasons: To prove I’m still alive and writing, to prove I’ve been working on The Broken Series, and also because I’m not sure that this introduction or sorts is making the cut in the actual story, but I very much like it. Consider this a teaser/preview of some stuff to come

[AO3] <— This is the link to the Broken Series collection on AO3, if you would like to read the first part, Broken Bonds (Also found here on tumblr.) This will also be posted there shortly.

Toni always hated Wednesdays. Some people hated Mondays for signalling the end of the weekend, but they weren’t so bad in Toni’s book. She didn’t mind the weekend ending, and she always felt refreshed after the days off, the memories of a fun weekend fresh in her mind. Tuesday wasn’t so bad either; after all, it had just been the weekend a few days ago. Wednesdays were awful - the middle of the week. The previous weekend too far away to remember, the following too far in the distance to savor. On Thursday the weekend was close enough to taste, and Fridays spoke for themselves. Wednesdays meant an extra large coffee in the morning. Wednesdays meant an extra treat at lunch to get through the day. She’d never get the hang of Wednesdays. Naturally, it all happened on a Wednesday.

Toni was at her desk, trying to find a good place to pause in her research so she could take her lunch break when she felt a sudden, strong tug through her soulbond. It made her stomach churn as she felt the negative emotion course through her so violently - panic, worry, fear, too much coming through at once to pinpoint them all. She reached for her cell phone, one hand over her mouth in fear that she’d be sick any moment. A spike of sharp, searing pain split through her shoulder and neck, making her scream as she fell out of her chair.

She heard someone - likely Cynthia, from the next desk over - call after her to see if she was okay, but she couldn’t answer. She screamed again as the pain radiated from her neck to her whole body. She could sense people gathering around her, she could almost hear their voices over the roaring of her own blood in her ears and her own screams. It was excruciating as her vision faded.

When she awoke in the hospital hours later, she didn’t need anyone to tell her what happened. She could feel it. The pain was a distant memory, but the emptiness that consumed her entire being told her everything she needed to know. She already knew, but they told her anyway.

There had been an accident at work. He was working on the 7th story of a building and fell, landing mostly on his head and shoulder. They tried to comfort her, saying that he died instantly and likely didn’t feel any pain but she already knew exactly what he’d felt. She’d felt it too. Now though, she felt nothing. The bond was gone because he was gone.

She was released from the hospital in a daze, her mother gently leading her through the winding halls. Her hands were full of pamphlets designed to help her deal with everything from the loss of a soulbond, to funeral arrangements, to legal matters. She couldn’t look at them, just taking whatever the nurse had handed her.

She was numb. Couldn’t feel the ground under her feet or the seatbelt her mother clicked in for her. She couldn’t even cry… there was nothing. She didn’t know if she’d ever feel again.

#Glow: Soulmate AU #Glowrious Writings #Glow: Broken Series

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glowrioustrash · 6 years

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Wellness Violation

Summary: The result of your wellness test doesn’t go as you planned. What will Baron think when he finds out?

Pairing: Baron Corbin x Reader

Word Count: 2400+

Warnings: I’m boring lately... no warnings.

Author’s Note: Idk... it’s cute? I had a silly idea and it grew into this.

Tagging:@castielscamander / @therealfivefeetoffuckingfury / @kakakatey / @thirstiswet / @calwitch / @dirrrtydeeds (who never asked to be tagged, but it’s Baron so I’m tagging her)

You looked up from tying your boots as your name was called through the women’s locker room, the man’s voice echoing loudly from the door - he dare not enter - and cutting through the high-pitched tones of the women.

“Yeah?” You called back curiously.

“Wellness test. Trainer’s in five.” The order came.

You rolled your eyes and shouted back your acknowledgement.

You finished lacing your boots and threw a hoodie on over your gear. You’d stolen the hoodie from Baron months ago, but it still smelled like him. You couldn't help but take a deep breath as you zipped it up, inhaling the smell of his aftershave. It fell down to the tops of your knees and you were pretty much swimming in it. It made you feel tiny and fragile but protected by your big, bad boyfriend - it was a nice feeling to have every once in a while, working in an industry where you make your money by fighting other women.

You were following the signs backstage that would lead you to the trainer’s office when you heard Baron’s laugh bounce down the concrete walls. You couldn’t stop the smile from spreading on your face when you heard it. You turned the corner and weren’t surprised to see he was sitting with Corey, the two of them laughing as Baron gave him a playful shove.

“Hey, watch it. They need him for TV tonight.” You teased as you approached the boys. Baron wrapped an arm around your waist as soon as you were at his side, pulling you close.

“Yeah, Corbin. Listen to your girl, we both know she’s the brains of the relationship.” Corey teased.

“Damn straight she is.” Baron smiled down at you. Even with him sitting on the road case and you standing, he was still the taller one.

“Although she’s choosing to be with you, so really…” Corey trailed off as you scoffed, smacking him in the chest with the back of your hand. “Hey, they need me for TV, remember?”

“I’ll make a call, get Booker to replace you.” You smirked, making Baron laugh loudly.

“That’s cold.” Corey laughed.

“Where you headin’, babe?” Baron asked you, adjusting how he was sitting so he could pull you between his legs.

“Trainer’s. Wellness test.” You replied with a shrug.

“Oh shit. Guess I shouldn’t have put all that meth in your smoothie this morning.” Baron sighed.

“Funny.” You deadpanned, ignoring Corey’s chuckling.

“I’ll miss you during your suspension,” Baron lamented dramatically, burying his face into your neck. “Have to find someone else to curl up with at night.”

“Like you could find someone to put up with you.” You shot back playfully.

“Damn, your girl is savage.” Corey piped up.

“Mmm, just the way I like her.” Baron hummed before nipping at your neck, making you squeal and try to jump away. He held tight, not letting you go.

“Baron, I gotta go.” You reminded, petting the back of his head. “I’ll come back as soon as I’m done, okay?”

“Fine.” He huffed, dropping his arms from around you.

“See you in a bit.” You promised with a quick kiss.

“Knock ‘em dead.” He told you, smacking your ass as you started to turn. You stalled in your movements, shooting him a look before you continued on your way.

“Later, Corey.” You gave the other man a wave as you left.

“Where’s my kiss?” Corey called after you. You didn’t have to look back to know what was happening next, hearing the two start to play wrestle as Baron warned him to stay away from you.

You made it to the trainer’s office, seeing Dash Wilder sitting on a chair outside, waiting.

“Hey Dash.” You greeted as you sat next time him. “Wellness test?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, looking bored. “Not like I have anything better to do, right?”

You huffed a laugh, grinning at him as the silence fell over the two of you again. You looked up and down the hall, making sure no one would overhear before leaning in closer to him.

“Think they make Lesnar do this?” You scoffed quietly.

Dash didn’t respond, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. You chuckled, feeling the same way.

“Alright Dash, you’re up.” The doctor called as he opened the door.

“See you ‘round.” Dash told you as he entered the room, door closing behind him.

You took your phone out of your pocket, wasting time on Candy Crush while you waited for your turn. Luckily, it didn’t take too long before you were being called into the office. You went through the motions quickly, used to the test by now, and the doctor told you the results would be in shortly.

You were sitting in catering with Baron about 45 minutes later when word made it back to you that they needed to see you in the trainer’s office again.

“Again?” Baron asked with a frown, wiping his face with a napkin.

“Maybe they need to draw blood again? Something went wrong?” You wondered out loud. “I’ll be right back.”

Baron mumbled an “alright” around his mouthful of food, making you roll your eyes fondly at him.

You knocked on the doorframe to the trainer’s room and stuck your head through the door.

“Oh good, you’re here.” The doctor waved you in.

“Yeah, is everything okay?” You asked, entering the room.

“Um… yes. Everything is good.” He answered hesitantly. “You… may want to sit down.”

“Okay, you’re kinda worrying me.” You drawled, sinking into the chair.

“I’m afraid I can’t let you compete tonight.” He finally let you know. Your blood ran cold as your body went numb. “There were some unexpected readings in the test results, so we ran a few extra tests…”

“E-excuse me?” You stuttered.

“The test-”

“There must be some mistake.” You rushed to cut him off, starting to panic. “Doc, I don’t take anything! I never have! I take advil and midol, that’s it. I’m not on anything!”

“I know, it’s okay.” The doctor tried to calm you down.

“Then what is it?”

“The test showed signs of HCG.” He explained. “Also known as the pregnancy hormone.”

The room span for a moment, and if you thought your blood had run cold before, it was nothing compared to the shock dousing your system now.

“Pregnancy hormone…” You parrotted in a daze, making sure you heard properly.

“Yes. By the levels, I would guess about a month along, maybe a month and a half.” He explained.

You sat silent, in a complete daze as you absorbed the information. You were pregnant. With a baby. With a human baby. With your baby. With yours and Baron’s baby. Baron.

“G-get Baron. Please.” You mumbled your request. The doctor nodded and stuck his head out of the room. You heard him ask someone to find Baron before he came back, crouching in front of you.

“Are you okay?” He asked, resting a hand on your knee.

“Pregnant…” You muttered.

“Yes.” He nodded, watching you closely with concerned eyes. “I’m guessing this is not exactly planned.”

You shook your head. You wanted kids of course, but thought maybe in 5 years, 10 years. After you were married at the very least. Not now.

“Is there anything I can get you? Water? Do you need to lie down?”

You shook your head in response. The doctor stopped trying to talk to you, you were clearly not in the right mind frame to absorb any information. Your thoughts were swimming.

“What’s going on? What’s wrong?” Baron’s voice cut through the fog as he ran into the room. You reached for him and he dropped to his knees beside you, hugging you closely. When you didn’t answer him, he turned to the doctor. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“The blood work from the wellness test…” The doctor trailed off, realizing through Baron’s stern glare that he was less interested in the details. “It appears the two of you are expecting.”

“Expecting?” Baron snapped. “Expecting what?”

“A baby…” You whispered.

“A ba-” He started to question before the shock started to hit him. “Did you just say…”

You nodded in response, pulling back far enough to look at his face. As scared as you were, you needed to know how he was feeling. With the news being so fresh, there was nothing but absolute shock on his face.

“I’ll leave the two of you for a minute.” The doctor, who you had honestly forgotten was there, bowed out of the room, closing the door to give the two of you privacy.

“You’re pregnant?” Baron asked, his voice so quiet. Baron wasn’t a quiet guy, his booming voice usually dominating whatever room he was in. It felt wrong to have him sound so small.

“I guess so.” You breathed.

“But we always…” Baron trailed off, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Nothing is 100%.” You shrugged. The silence sat heavy in the room while the two of you tried to figure it all out.

“What do we do?” You finally broke the silence.

“Well… what do you want to do?” Baron asked.

“Me?”

“It’s easy for me to make a decision. It’s not my body or career on the line.” He pointed out.

“Are you saying…”

“I’m with you, whatever you decide.” He promised, a burning passion replacing the glazed look of shock in his eyes. “I fucking love you, and I’ve been pretty sure for a while that you’re it for me. I want to have a family with you but if you’re not ready, it can wait.”

“Baron…” You breathed, feeling the tears pooling in your eyes.

“We don’t even have to decide now. We have time, right? That’s how these things work? Let’s think about, okay?” He continued, running his hand through your hair. “It’s heavy… holy fuck, it’s a lot…” His eyes wandered away from you, the wheels in his head clearly turning as he thought about all the responsibilities that came with having a child.

You brought his attention back to you by cupping his cheek. “I love you. I love you so damn much right now.” You gushed, feeling the tears spill over. He pulled you into a deep, soothing kiss.

“We’ll figure it out.” He mumbled against your lips.

“We’ll figure it out.” You agreed.

“Daddy!” The little boy shrieked in happiness as Baron appeared through the curtain. The angry scowl he’d had on his face for the cameras melting in an instant.

“There’s my little man!” He crouched down, holding his arms out. You let go of Ryan’s hand so he could scurry into Baron’s arms. Baron scooped him up easily, holding him on his hip as he walked towards you.

Since Ryan’s birth you had made various random appearances, both in ring and backstage. You’d been a surprise entrant to two Women’s Royal Rumbles as well as appeared in promos as a part of a few of Baron’s storylines. THe WWE Universe knew the two of you were together, although they were beginning to compare you to John and Nikki: together for years with no wedding in sight.

Baron had proposed when you were 6 months pregnant, but you denied it. At first he’d been devastated, but you felt like he was proposing because you were pregnant. He understood and warned you he’d ask again. He did, the night of Ryan’s second birthday party. You were so exhausted - the normal day-to-day of a mother, plus Baron being back on the road, and adding on the party planning - you outright refused and called him selfish for asking. You felt bad after you’d gotten some sleep, but still didn’t feel like it was the right time.

“What’d you think, babe?” He asked you, pressing a kiss to your lips before you had a chance to answer.

“Yuck.” Ryan stuck his tongue out as he watched his parents kiss. Baron laughed and pressed a kiss to Ryan’s cheek in retaliation. The four year old laughed and tried to push Baron away.

“Well, don’t hate me but…” You trailed off, biting your lip. “I kinda missed the match.”

“What? Why?” Baron looked disappointed, a frown taking over his face.

“Wellness test.” You shrug.

“The joys of returning to The ‘E.” Baron joked.

“Well, that’s the thing…” You trailed off, fighting to keep the grin off your face.

“What are you trying to say, babe?” Baron asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

You couldn’t stop the smile as you purposely glanced at Ryan, then back at Baron. “What do you think I’m trying to say?”

“Again?” He breathed in disbelief.

“Again.” You nodded. Baron laughed and pulled you into a deep kiss, Ryan protesting and making gagging sounds the whole time.

“You gonna be knocked up everytime they test you?” He questioned you, a wide smile on his face.

“It takes two to tango mister, this isn’t just my fault.” You scoffed, batting him on the chest.

“I do love to tango.” Baron agreed with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“What’s a tango?” Ryan asked, tired of being ignored.

“It’s a dance, sweetie.” You told him, ignoring the glint in Baron’s eye.

:”I wantsta tango.” Ryan declared.

“Not until you’re 30.” You joked, kissing your son on the temple.

“16.” Baron scoffed.

“You gonna stick to that rule if this one’s a girl?” You challenged, holding a hand over your stomach.

“40.” Baron corrected. “Maybe never.”

“That’s what I thought.” You grinned, shooting Ryan a silly look as he rested his head on Baron’s shoulder. The boy was clearly getting tired.

“You know,” he stated, catching your attention. “Two kids… I think it’s about time you let me put a ring on that finger.”

You rolled your eyes good naturedly, but then you took a second to think. Here you were, pregnant with another child, putting your career unexpetedly on hold for the second time. Maybe there wasn’t a ‘perfect time’ in the cards.

“Maybe you’re right.” You shrugged, smiling brightly when you saw the surprise on Baron’s face. He’d clearly been expecting you to deny him again. “Make a proper proposal of it and we’ll see where it gets us.”

“I already wasted two good proposals.” He pointed out, adjusting Ryan on his hip. “You’re not gonna make me waste a third, are you?”

“I could tell you, but what’s the fun in that?” You teased lightly, knowing you would say yes. You were damn ready to be married to this man. “Third time’s the charm, right?”

“Better be.” He grumbled, smile still on his face. He tilted his head towards Ryan, whose eyes were staying closed longer and longer every time he blinked. “Let’s get this one to bed, then we can celebrate.”

“Celebrate? I haven’t said yes yet.” You pointed out as the three of you made your way through the halls.

“Yet?” He smirked.

“Dammit!”

#Baron Corbin imagine #Baron Corbin fic #Baron Corbin fan fic #Baron Corbin fan fiction #Baron Corbin x OC #Baron Corbin x Reader #Baron Corbin reader insert #glowrious writings

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glowrioustrash · 6 years

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In Flames

Summary: After walking away from a nasty fight, Dean comes home to find you burning things in the back yard.

Pairing: Dean Ambrose x Reader

Word Count: 1100+

Warnings: Usual swearing, mentions of an argument.

Author’s Note: Based on this post. I couldn’t not write it. Also: wrote sober, edited drunk (which is backwards. Advance apologies for any silly mistakes)

Tagging: @castielscamander / @therealfivefeetoffuckingfury / @kakakatey / @thirstiswet / @calwitch

Dean unlocked the front door, opening it cautiously. He wasn’t entirely sure what he would be coming home to after the earlier fight. He had stormed out, not wanting to say anything he’d regret - a little too late but it could have been much worse.

There was soil and broken pieces of a ceramic pot strewn around the entrance. He had wondered what you’d thrown at him as he slammed the door shut. He now saw it was the little potted cactus that had been living on top of the entertainment unit. He realized just how much he fucked up seeing the mess on the floor. That cactus had been one of the first things you had ever gifted him.

You had mentioned you liked gardening one of the first times the two of you spoke. Wanting to impress you and keep the conversation going, he had lied and said he did too. He complained about not having time to properly garden. The next time you saw him, you lit up and handed him the tiny potted cactus.

He had expected it to die within the month but, surprisingly enough, he remembered to water it when he was home. When the relationship progressed and you were frequenting his apartment, you’d water it too. When the two of you moved in together, you demanded it be kept somewhere visible. Jack, as you had named it, was a symbol of your relationship.

If you were willing to throw Jack… he’d fucked up.

He carefully stepped over the mess, trying not to crunch any of the pieces of ceramic and make it worse. Jack looked a little worse for wear, but he was still in one piece.

After debating the odds of your response, he hesitantly called your name. It echoed through the house and he listened for your reaction. When he heard nothing, he wasn’t sure if that was better or worse than the outburst of rage he was expecting.

He moved into the living room, where he had seen you last. The remnants of the fight were still there - the end table had been knocked right over when he kicked it in anger, the lamp was broken, papers all over the floor - but no you.

He moved into the kitchen, seeing cupboards and drawers left open. It was a pet peeve of yours when he did it, and he did it a lot, so you must have been in a hurry and pretty upset to leave it in that state. There was a bottle of wine sitting on the counter with a corkscrew. He picked up the bottle, finding it empty. He sighed heavily, feeling like an absolute piece of shit for storming out, leaving you alone and upset, and now drunk. There was a broken wine glass on the ground but no spilled wine. He wasn’t sure what had happened, but continued in his search for you.

He was about to move to the other end of the house when something caught his eye outside. The fire pit in the backyard was lit, fire blazing away inside. He paused to watch you as you stood next to the fire, arms wrapped around yourself. He could see a bottle of wine in one hand and wondered how much you’d had to drink so far. His heart broke seeing the way your shoulders occasionally shook.

He opened the patio door to the backyard just as you pulled something out of your pocket. If you heard him approaching, you didn’t show it. Instead, you unfolded the piece of paper from your pocket and held it to the flames.

“Drinking right from the bottle?” He observed.

“Glass pi-pissed me off.” You slurred, staring at the burning paper.

“Burnin’ pictures of me, darlin’?” He asked, dragging his feet as he crossed the lawn. He wanted to run to you but wasn’t sure how you’d react to him yet. He’d said things he wasn’t proud of before leaving the house. Honestly, he deserved a silent treatment, a few nights on the couch. Whatever you had in mind, he’d more than earned. He came around the opposite side of the fire, seeing the tear tracks trailing over your cheeks.

“No.” You croaked, voice hoarse from screaming during the fight and the crying that happened once he had left. “M-Marriage license.”

Dean’s heart dropped to his stomach. No, even farther than that. It dropped all the way out of his body and down to China. “You don’t mean that. Tell me you don’t mean that.” He pled. “I’m so, so sorry. I’m an idiot. You know this. You’ve always known, but please…” He felt his hands shaking, trying to find the right words to stop you from making this decision. The decision you seemed so strangely calm in making as you watched the piece of paper burn. That piece of paper that signified everything. The one you both signed when you promised to be with each other for the rest of your lives. He couldn’t believe it was going up in flames. Was the marriage going up in flames too?

“Don’t do this.” He breathed, trying to keep himself together.

You stared resolutely at the paper, a little hiccup escaping your body from too much wine and too much crying. You dropped the paper to the ground, watching it continue to burn. “Y-you can’t r-return me without the receipt.”

Dean couldn’t move as he processed what you had said. You weren’t leaving him, this wasn’t your twisted way of asking for a divorce. This was your silly, drunken way of keeping him. The silence dragged on between you, the crackle of the fire and the occasional hiccup from you being the only noise in the yard until a chuckle bubbled up from Dean’s chest.

“You’re burning our wedding licence… so I don’t have the receipt to return you?” He questioned, looking for confirmation. You nodded, watching him with sad, watery eyes. You looked like someone had just kicked your puppy… or like you thought your husband was going to run out on you, he supposed.

“Not because you want to leave?” He checked.

You shook your head. “For better and for worse.” You recited, biting your lip.

Dean surged across the lawn, pulling you into a firm embrace. You dropped the bottle of wine to hold him just as tightly.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere, darlin’.” He promised, whispered against your temple. “God, I thought you wanted… You’re so dramatic sometimes.” He laughed, making you laugh into his chest.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled into his shirt.

“No, I’m sorry. I’m the idiot.” He responded. “I love your dramatics. Don’t change ‘em. Ever.”

You nodded, your hands fisting in the back of his shirt to make sure he couldn’t leave.

“Is Jack okay?” You whimpered.

“I think he’ll make it.” He laughed. “If he can survive being owned by me for this long, getting thrown against a door isn’t gonna kill him.”

“I shouldn’t have thrown him.” You admitted, sadly.

“You were upset.” Dean shrugged. He wasn’t nearly as attached to the cactus as you were, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t grown fond of the little bastard.

“No,” you shook your head pulling away. “I thought about it after you left. I should have thrown something heavier. What did I think a cactus was going to do?”

Dean laughed and pulled you back into his chest. “Fuckin’ love you so much.”

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glowrioustrash · 5 years

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My AO3

It’s official!!!

It’s empty at the moment since I literally just finished signing up, but over the weekend, I will be uploading all my works to it.

#glowrious writings

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glowrioustrash · 6 years

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A Night Off

Summary: Dean gives his wife a much needed night off, leading to the first time he’s had to watch the baby alone.

Pairing: Dean Ambrose x Reader

Word Count: 2900+

Warnings: Other than the expected swearing... I don’t think there’s any.

Author’s Note: Blame the folks over on the discord channel (mostly @dirrrtydeeds and @wwereaderinserts) for egging me on to write more dad!Dean. I’m gonna need to make a new tag for this verse, aren’t I?

Tagging:@castielscamander / @therealfivefeetoffuckingfury / @kakakatey / @thirstiswet / @calwitch

“Dean, are you sure you’re okay with this?” You bit your lip, looking at yourself in the mirror. You pulled your blouse down, and then pulled it back up once you saw the gratuitous amounts of cleavage. You were so looking forward to when you got your normal boobs back and could wear your favorite things again.

“Yes, I’m sure.” Dean promised, sitting on the bed with your 8 month old daughter in his lap. “I’ve watched her before.”

“Yeah, when I was in the other room taking a nap. When you could wake me up if you needed something.” You worried, pulling at your blouse again.

“I can handle her alone for a few hours, relax.” He rolled his eyes. “We’re gonna have fun, aren’t we princess?” He asked Leigh, tickling her side until she giggled and squirmed. The sight of it in the mirror melted your heart.

“Maybe I should stay.” You muttered as you watched them.

“No. You’re going out. You need to go out.” Dean ordered. “You’ve been planning this girl’s night for weeks.”

“But-“

“No buts!” Dean cut you off. “Except for yours, which looks sexy in that skirt. You sure you’re a mom?” He winked at you.

“You saw her come out of me. Proof’s in the pudding.” You laughed.

Dean’s face scrunched up in confusion. “Are you the pudding… or is she the pudding?” He looked down at Leigh who giggled at Dean’s silly face.

“It’s a saying, Dean. Don’t overthink it.”

“I saw that shit come out of you and it did not look like pudding.”

“Dean, language!” You admonished through your laughter. “There is no pudding.”

“There isn’t?” He frowned.

“Well, there’s pudding in the fridge but- okay, we are so off track right now!”

“You’re going out with your friends and I can handle Leigh for a few hours. It’s nearly bedtime anyway.”

“Oh god, bedtime.” You groaned, deflating. “You know the routine, right? You know what setting to put her ladybug light on and-“

“I know the damn routine.” He chuckled, standing up and balancing Leigh on his hip. “I know what setting to put the ladybug to, I know to turn the fan on low, I know how to turn on the angel monitor, I know what song to sing if she’s being fussy.” He listed, pulling you into his chest. “I got this.”

“You’re sure?” You asked one more time.

“Yes.” He leaned down, kissing you softly. “You deserve a night off.”

“It’s just hard.” You whispered, feeling the tears well up in your eyes. Leigh pulled at your hair, making you wince. You took the infant into your arms, hugging her close.

“I know. Fuck, I know.” Dean agreed, making you mutter another warning about language against Leigh’s temple. “I feel it every time I gotta leave the two of you behind.” He ran a hand through your hair. “But you gotta do it eventually, doll.”

“You’re right. Rationally, I know you’re right.” You told him.

“Don’t hear that from you very often.” He grinned.

“Don’t get used to it, either.” You shot back with a smile, bouncing Leigh. “Does it get easier?”

“No.” He admitted. “But I’m gone for so long, days at a time of missing the two of you. This is a few hours, and if you don’t start goin’ out on your own, you’re gonna go insane.”

“I haven’t already?” You joked.

“Well, you married me so that’s one strike.” He teased. “Now c’mon. Go out with the girls and have fun.”

“Okay.” You sighed, passing Leigh back to her father. It took a moment to untangle her hand from your hair before you were free. You looked down at yourself, frowning at the blouse. “I need to change.”

“You already changed like five times.” Dean groaned.

“Yeah, because every top I have turns me into Boobs McGee.” You huffed, walking into your closet.

“I know, it’s great.” He proclaimed, smiling widely. You groaned loudly from the closet, making Dean laugh. “You know what the crazy thing is, princess?” He spoke to Leigh, having her full attention despite having no idea what he was saying. “She’s the sane one.”

Ten minutes later Dean held Leigh against his chest, waving her little arm back and forth as you pulled out of the driveway.

“Well, there she goes.” He told the infant in his arms. Leigh kept waving her arm back and forth even after Dean had let go, although it was less of a coordinated wave and more of a flail.

“Alright princess, we gotta make a deal here.” He grunted, sitting on the couch and turning her to face him. She smiled brightly up at him, drumming her little hands on his chest. “I’m kinda terrified, but mommy really needed a night off. She deserves this, so you and I gotta make this work, okay?”

Leigh leaned in, pressing a wet kiss to Dean’s chin, which he took as a seal of the deal. “I knew you’d have my back.”

The two sat on the couch for a while, Dean reclined back with Leigh sitting on his belly. He made silly faces, played peekaboo, and held her up in the air before pulling her down and showering her little face with kisses. Each new game made her giggle, and each little giggle warmed Dean’s heart. Just as Dean was starting to relax, Leigh started to fuss.

“What’s’a matter? Huh?” Dean cooed as he sat upright, cradling her closer. He patted her bum, but the diaper felt clean. “Are you hungry?” Dean stood, carrying the fussy girl to the kitchen, transferring her into one arm so he could get into the fridge and get the already prepared bottle out.

“The bad news is: Daddy may be the titty master, but he don’t got any titties to feed you with. The good news is: Mommy does, and she pumped before going out, so you’ve got lots of yummy milk.” He narrated, trying to soothe her as he waited for the bottle to warm up.

“I know, I know,” He shushed as she started crying. “I’m working on it, princess. Daddy’s goin’ as fast as he can.”

He bounced the little girl in his arms as he waited impatiently for the bottle warmer to finish. He briefly wished his wife was here so she could just whip a tit out and take care of business, but he was working with what he had. Leigh was used to premium service after all.

He started humming to her just as the bottle warmer clicked off. He grabbed the bottle, almost forgetting to dab some of the milk on his wrist. Once he was satisfied it wouldn’t burn her, he held the bottle to Leigh, who clutched at it greedily.

“There we go. See, Daddy’s not doing such a bad job is he?” He asked, his baby girl looking up at him with wide eye, still watery from her crying, as she suckled at the bottle.

“First crisis averted.” He smirked proudly to himself and wiped his wrist off on his jeans as he sat down on the couch. He sat Leigh up on the couch next to him, keeping a hand on her so he could feel if she started to move or cough. He grabbed the TV remote and turned on the Golden Knights game.

Once she seemed bored of the bottle, having drank most of it down, he set it on the table. He rubbed her back, knowing she had moved on to burping herself but he still felt like he should help. She crawled onto his lap, laying her head on his thigh and drooling on his jeans.

“What are you- yeah, you’re my kid alright.” He laughed, trying to figure out why she was gumming at his jeans. “S’long as it makes sense to you.” He shrugged.

He brought his hand up to steady her as she rolled around, Leigh eventually grasping his hand in both of hers. She brought it to her mouth, chewing on his fingers. Dean didn’t mind but gave her a questioning glance, which she ignored. He turned his attention back to the screen.

It was only minutes later that Leigh was fussing again, snapping Dean’s attention away from the game. “What now, princess?” He asked. He looked down at the infant, whining and squirming as she chewed on his fingers. “Oh shit, you’re not teethin’ or somethin’ are you? I don’t know what to do about that.”

He felt around her gums, seeing if he could feel any teeth breaking through. He didn’t feel anything, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t starting. “Do we even have any teethin’ toys? Shit. Mommy would kill me if I put some whiskey on your gums like they used to do.”

Dean was just starting to panic when he picked her up, cradling her to his chest so he could stand and search the house for anything to do with teething. With his hand on her bum he breathed a sigh of relief, the problem now obvious.

“Thank god. Daddy was not ready to deal with teethin’ without Mommy.” He breathed. He looked around the living room, knowing most of the things he needed to change Leigh’s diaper were stashed around here. He could take her all the way to the change table in her room, but why bother and miss the game? He moved around the room, finding a few diapers on the coffee table, wipes on the back of the couch, and powder tucked behind a lamp.

He lay Leigh down on the couch, unsnapping the bottom of her onesie.

“I got ya, princess.” He soothed, ripping the tabs of the diaper apart. He pulled the dirty diaper out from under his daughter and set it aside. Leigh pulled her foot up to her face as she waited for Dean, trying to pull it into her mouth.

“Didn’t you eat enough already?” He laughed, watching her. Before he had a chance to set the new diaper down, Leigh started peeing on the couch.

“Shit! No, no, no!” He cursed, throwing the diaper under her before she made too much of a mess. He groaned, frustrated at himself for the rookie mistake. He grabbed a wipe, wiping off his hand. Leigh watched his frustration with apparent glee, although that could just be happiness at the taste of her foot.

“Yeah, laugh it up.” Dean huffed, reaching over to get another fresh diaper. He repeated the process, making sure to not leave himself open to the same mistake. He took her out of her onesie, some of her pee having soaked into it. He cursed when he eyed the puddle on the cushion.

“Let’s just keep that our little secret, okay?” He muttered, flipping the cushion over. “Second crisis… mostly averted. What do you think? C+? B-?”

Leigh babbled at him, pulling at his shirt.

“I’ll take that as a pass.” He shrugged. He carried her around the house, trying to find a clean onesie to change her into. He found one in a laundry basket in the nursery and snapped her into it.

“Mmm, snuggly warm.” He hummed, nuzzling her tummy and making her laugh. He brought her back to the living room, setting her on her play mat as he cleaned up the mess from changing her.

Leigh seemed happy enough scooting around on the mat, playing with her toys so he left her on the floor while he sat on his recliner. He kept an eye on her while he watched the game. He couldn’t help but smile as she babbled to her toys, hitting buttons that made noises back at her.

Soon he was watching her more than the game, the way the light up toys mesmerized her and made her goo and ga happily. The way she shrieked and laughed in delight when the animals would pop up from their box. He thought the toys were stupid when they’d first bought them, not understanding how they would be entertaining for anyone, but seeing them through Leigh’s eyes made him understand.

His attention was drawn off his baby girl when bells and horns sounded from the TV. He looked up, seeing the Knights had scored, bringing them into the lead. He cheered loudly, not thinking that it would startle the baby.

“Oh shit, shit! I’m sorry, Leigh.” He tried to pacify the now crying girl. He scooped her off the floor, hugging her to his chest. “I’m so sorry, princess. Daddy didn’t mean to scare you.”

Leigh cried loudly into his shoulder, the sound piercing his eardrums. “C’mon you’re breakin’ Daddy’s heart. I’m sorry.”

He bounced, he cooed, he hummed, he patted… Leigh kept crying. He tried to make silly faces and bring her noisy, light up toys back to her attention but none of it seemed to work.

“Please, princess. Please stop cryin’.” Dean begged, feeling on the verge of his own breakdown after 20 minutes of nonstop crying. It was bad enough when he didn’t know what she needed, but knowing she was crying because he had done something stupid made him feel like a total ass. He itched to call for backup, but he hated to ruin your very first baby-free night since giving birth. He could only imagine how many nights you’d had like this when he was on the road, alone and frustrated.

He gave Leigh a pacifier, which calmed her cries into whimpers for as long as she kept it in her mouth. After a few minutes, she’d spit it out and start crying again. He added her favorite stuffed animal, a half dog half blanket creature you dubbed Woofer. Leigh buried her head into it and stopped spitting out the pacifier.

“Oh thank god.” He muttered, still bouncing the girl as the whimpering noises in his ear turned to the suckling noises of the pacifier. “Daddy didn’t mean to make you cry.” He sat back down on the couch, but the second the bouncing motion ceased, Leigh kicked up a fuss again.

“Okay, okay. Message received.” Dean grumbled, hoisting himself back up and continuing the bouncing. He caught sight of the clock on the wall and groaned to himself.

“That’s why you’re so cranky, eh? Past bedtime?” He mumbled, moving through the house to the nursery. He kept Leigh hugged tightly to his chest as he moved around the room, making sure to set all the things to the proper settings so the little girl would be able to sleep comfortably. As he moved to put her in her crib, she fussed and clung to his shirt.

“C’mon, Leigh.” He sighed, trying to uncurl her tiny fists from his shirt. He succeeded, but the infant started wailing again. He sighed, pulling her back in and starting to hum to her. He sat down in the rocker in the corner, gently rocking the two of them back and forth as he waited for his daughter to calm and fall asleep.

You opened the door quietly, not wanting to wake the baby as you entered the house. The TV in the living room was on, playing the post-game highlights and interviews, but the room was empty. You shut off the TV and lights, moving through the house searching for your husband.

The door to the nursery was open, the soft light from the ladybug night light spilling into the hallway. You peeked in and smiled, seeing Dean asleep on the rocker in the corner with Leigh on his chest. You’d found yourself in that position more times than you’d probably admit, but seeing Dean look so peaceful with your daughter curled into him made your heart turn to mush.

You crept quietly across the room, picking Leigh up into your arms. Dean stirred at the movement, startling awake.

“Shh, it’s just me.” You whispered, gazing down at your sleeping baby girl. “Mommy missed you.” You whispered to her.

“How was your night?” Dean asked, voice rough with sleep. You held up a finger to let him know you’d tell him in a minute. He smiled, watching you hold your daughter. You pressed a soft kiss on her forehead, smelling that baby smell you couldn’t get enough of before setting her down in her crib.

Dean stood with a groan, his muscles tight from falling asleep sitting up. You made sure the monitor was turned on before following him out into the hallway. The second the nursery door was closed, you wrapped yourself around him.

“I missed you two.” You told him. “I wanted to check in but they took my phone until I left. Said I didn’t need to check in on you every five minutes.”

“We missed you too.” He murmured into your hair.

“I promise I trust you but-“

“Shh, I get it.” Dean cut you off.

“Everything was okay, though?” You asked.

“Piece of cake.” He promised.

“Oh yeah?” You tested.

“Mmhmm.” He confirmed, pressing a kiss to your temple. He held you close for a moment, the two of you silently enjoying the embrace.

“I don’t know how you do it every day.” He whispered. “You’re amazing.”

“Thank you.” You melted into him. “It’s not always easy, but there are moments that make up for it.”

“I know what you mean.” He nodded, thinking of some of the better moments of the night. Leigh laughing at his silly games or when she crawled onto his lap on her own, wanting to be with him.

“Now, how about a proper thank you for giving me a night to myself?” You suggested with a grin.

“What did you have in mind?” Dean grinned back.

“I guess you’ll just have to follow and see.” You teased, taking his hand in your own and leading him into your bedroom.

“As long as we don’t wake the baby.” He warned, making you laugh.

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Someday

Prompt: “All I wanted was to be someone’s favorite person.” from this list, with Baron Corbin. Requested by @dirrrtydeeds... I mean anon.

Pairing: Baron Corbin x Reader

Word Count: 1000+

Warnings: Swearing? Little sad, angsty drabble with a bit of hope in it? idk. Pining and shit.

Author’s Note: Once the idea came about, this came pretty damn quickly. Thanks to Dirt for all the prompts she sent in <3 I’m gonna get through them all eventually. There’s a weird POV switch at the end but fight me.

Tagging: @castielscamander / @therealfivefeetoffuckingfury / @kakakatey / @thirstiswet / @calwitch

“Come over. Please.” You had croaked over the phone almost 20 minutes ago. You had set the phone on the table once you heard the beep of the disconnected call, but you hadn’t moved otherwise. You were staring down at the papers in front of you, one signature already on the dotted line waiting for its partner. Had he hurt before signing it? Had he hesitated, wondering if there was still a chance? Had he signed it without a second thought?

The door opened, your beagle barking as he ran through the house trying to ward off the newcomer. You heard him stop as the deep voice greeted him from the door. You heard the dog’s nails on the floor, trotting after the man as he searched the house for you.

“Kitchen.” You called, your voice cracking. The footsteps changed directions, making their way through the house to you.

“What’s up? I got here as fast as I could.” Baron asked as he rounded the corner, Baxter wagging his tail as he watched him closely, hoping for more pats on the head.

You didn’t say anything, just kept your eyes on the papers in front of you. Baron leaned over you, a hand on the back of the chair as he glanced over what had captured your attention.

“Shit.” He breathed as he took in the words on the page: petition for divorce. Baron’s hand moved from the back of the chair onto your shoulder as he dragged another dining chair closer, his arm staying slung over your shoulders as he sat

“Yeah.” You agreed, staring at the scrawling blue.

“Are you okay?” He asked cautiously.

“I guess I thought…” You trailed off, closing your eyes and shaking your head. You thought it wasn’t really over. That he hadn’t really cheated and fallen in love with someone else. That maybe it was all some stupid speed bump on the way to your happily ever after that you’d look back on when you were in your 80’s and laugh.

“Hey, don’t do this to yourself.” Baron pulled you into a hug, tucking your head under his chin as you started crying. “He’s a grade-A asshole and if I ever see him again, I’m gonna make him wish he had taken my warning seriously.”

“Warning?” You sobbed into his shirt.

“I told him, first time you introduced us. I said “if you fuckin’ hurt her, the line to kill you is gonna start with me and even if you somehow survive the whole line, it’s gonna fuckin’ end with me too.””

“D-don’t kill him.” You cried, feeling Baron tense around you.

“You can’t seriously-“ Baron started to argue, but you cut in.

“I don’t want you to go to jail. I need you to help me through this.”

“Well, I guess if that’s the reason…” Baron grumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

The two of you sat in relative silence, no conversation passing except for your soft crying and Baron’s shushing as he tried to comfort you. The two of you sat there until you felt like you had no more tears to possibly cry.

“Think you’re ready?” He asked, treading lightly.

“No… but what choice do I really have?” You sighed, sitting up and pulling yourself out of the hug. You chose to ignore the mess you’d left on Baron’s shirt, picking up the pen with a shaky hand. Baron moved to sit mostly behind you, wrapping his long arms around you while your hand was still free to write.

“You can do it.” He whispered against your ear, making you shiver. “It fucking hurts, but one day… you’re gonna be happy and know that this was something you needed to do to get there. Dragging this out isn’t gonna make you happy.”

With Baron’s arms wrapped around you and his deep, soothing voice in your ear, you slowly scrawled your signature across the dotted line. You added the date and dropped the pen back on the table.

“See? You did it.” Baron praised lowly.

“It wasn’t supposed to end this way.” You mumbled, thinking out loud more than anything else. “This was supposed to be my forever. He was supposed to be my person for the rest of our lives. Better or worse… not until some tramp with fake tits came along.” You huffed and you could feel more than hear Baron stifle his laughter.

“All I wanted was to be someone’s favorite person.” You added sadly, looking down at you lap.

“Hey.” Baron interrupted your pity party, gently lifting your chin so you were looking him in the eyes. His face was inches away from yours from the way he was still wrapped around you. “Look at me when I say this so you know I’m telling you the honest to god truth.”

He paused, waiting for you to hold his eye contact. “There’s someone out there who is looking for you, waiting for you to be their favorite person. Maybe you already are and you have no fucking idea, but when the time is right… when whatever fucking demented powers that be decide this bullshit decide the time is right, because I know that’s what you believe in… you’ll know. They’ll be right there in front of you and you’ll know.”

You saw nothing but truth and sadness in his eyes. Maybe the tiniest glimmer of hope. You took a deep breath, feeling like you were about to break down from the raw emotion coming from your best friend and you turned in your chair to hug him properly, burying your face in his shoulder.

“Thank you, Baron.” You hummed against his neck, his arms wrapping tightly around you. One of his large hands rubbed up and down your back in a comforting manner while the other cupped the back of your head, keeping you close. Even with all the pain wracking your body, you felt like nothing could get you while he held you this close, shielded from the world.

“Of course. Anything for you.” Baron answered quietly, unable to stop himself from feeling disappointed and the slightest bit defeated. He was man enough to swallow his pride and understand that today you needed your best friend, nothing more. Someday you’d be ready for what he truly meant with those words, what he’d been trying to tell you for years, but today wasn’t the day.

#Baron Corbin fic #Baron Corbin imagine #Baron Corbin fan fic #Baron Corbin fan fiction #Baron Corbin x Reader #Baron Corbin x OC #glowrious writings #Baron Corbin drabble

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Blue and Gold

Prompt: “ It’s kinda hard to focus when your boobs are staring me directly in the face.” and “If you’re done checking me out, we still have work to do.” from this list, with Corey Graves. Requested by Dirt, the Archbishop of Banterbury herself: @dirrrtydeeds

Pairing: Corey Graves x Reader

Word Count: 1700+

Warnings: None.

Author’s Note: WOW so my first time writing Corey - hope I did an okay job, babe. I was a little nervous for this one, but you gotta try new things right? I wasn’t gonna post this tonight (3 prompts answered in 3 days like woah!) but Dirt had a shit day and needs some cheering up. Love you, boo!

Tagging: @castielscamander / @therealfivefeetoffuckingfury / @kakakatey / @thirstiswet / @calwitch

You stood on the podium, the small area perfect for interviewing superstars while still showing all the excitement and action in the background. Superstars arriving, mingling, finding their seats for the Hall of Fame that would be starting in just over an hour. You looked down to make sure your dress was sitting properly, thanking the fashion gods for the tape that was holding the aggressively plunging neckline in place.

You almost hadn’t bought this dress at all, worried it was far too risque to wear on camera for work. The girls you had been shopping with argued that it was perfect - Alicia bringing up the risque fashions worn by divas in the past, Sasha complimenting the colour against your skin tone - and you were sold pretty quickly. You had never dolled up quite this much before and it made you feel absolutely fabulous. For the first time since you started as a broadcast colleague with the WWE, you felt like you could hold your own against all the beautiful female superstars.

Last year you had been hired on just after the Hall of Fame, so you were excited to attend the event for the first time, even if you were working. It was such a relaxed atmosphere, the superstars ready to have a good time and mingle with friends and coworkers. Tonight you didn’t have to worry about the script or who had to go over in their promo. You had spent the day pampering yourself and getting ready for the event, head to toe - literally. Your hair was coiffed and your toenails were polished.

You saw Corey Graves, your interview partner for the evening, approaching the podium in a smart navy blue suit. It was more muted than the jackets he often wore on TV, but he looked good. You couldn’t help but note that the two of you would make a pretty picture in blue and gold, matching the logo as you interviewed the various superstars and guests for the evening. You had spent some time backstage with Corey, sharing music and funny stories from your careers and lives so far, but you hadn’t had the chance to work with him yet.

“Really?” Corey questioned, an eyebrow quirked as he stopped at the bottom of the steps.

“What?” You frowned, looking around to see what had caused his outburst.

“You’re wearing that?” He asked, his eyes travelling down and backup your frame making you flush.

“What’s wrong with it?” You scoffed. You knew you looked killer in this dress. You had seen it yourself, had the approval of your girls, and had been getting compliments on it since you put it on.

“It’s kinda hard to focus when your boobs are staring me directly in the face.” He smirked, staring directly at your chest.

“Aw, it must be so hard for you.” You cooed patronizingly, rolling your eyes.

“Gettin’ there.” He shot back, making you laugh and flush even more.

“Oh god.” You scoffed, laughing as you turned away from him.

His hand on your shoulder made you turn back around, seeing he had climbed the stairs to join you on the podium. He was looking down at you with a fond smile. “Seriously though, you clean up nice.”

“Thanks.” You smiled back bashfully, staring into his eyes.

“We’re almost ready to go.” The producer interrupted from behind the cameras. “You two set?”

“All set, boss.” Corey answered, turning away from the shared gaze. You did the same, clearing your throat as an assistant handed you a microphone.

You were almost done the pre-show, only 10 minutes left until the hall of fame ceremony began and you’d be able to find your seat. The interviews had been going well so far but you were extremely aware that Corey’s eyes stayed on you more often than not. Not to mention a few flirtatious comments had been thrown your way throughout the hour, both on and off camera. You really couldn’t wait to find Alicia and talk to her about it. He’d never been this forward with you and you had no idea how to take it. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying the attention.

“Okay guys, we’ve got Baron coming up next.” The producer told you. You could see the man making his way to the podium, his arm wrapped around his wife’s waist. You liked Baron well enough, having gotten to know him through Corey. He didn’t talk a lot but Corey reassured you that was just the way he was, nothing personal.

“Baron.” Corey greeted him, pulling him into a one-armed hug. Once the two released, Baron introduced you to his wife.

“Nice to meet you.” You greeted her politely, shaking her hand.

“Same. Baron’s mentioned you a few times.” She said, surprising you. You glanced his way, seeing him and Corey sharing a look. “I love your dress.”

“Thanks. It’s a little out of my comfort zone. I almost didn’t wear it.” You admitted.

“Shut up, it’s great.” She waved you off, standing next to you as the four of you arranged yourself for the cameras.

“Thanks. I love your necklace.” You complimented in return.

“Oh thank you. Baron got it for me in Italy.” She smiled brightly, squeezing Baron’s arm. “He’s got good taste, this one.”

“Live in 10.” The producer warned, all the assistants getting out of the shot.

“Ready?” Baron asked his wife.

“Sure am.” She answered with a wink. You smiled at seeing Baron so twitterpated. It was out of character from what you were used to, but he looked very happy. You turned to ask Corey if he was good to go, he’d been pretty quiet since greeting your guests, and you weren’t terribly surprised to see him staring at you again. It was by no means the first time tonight you’d caught him.

“If you’re done checking me out, we still have work to do.” You teased, suddenly feeling bold from being in the company of friends and the compliments to your dress.

Baron laughed loudly, making you grin. You turned back to the camera expecting to see the producer counting down the last few seconds before the live broadcast would switch to your feed, instead seeing him and all the other assistants holding back laughter, the little light on the camera signaling you were already live.

“We’re now joined by Baron Corbin who has his eyes set on the United States Championship this Sunday at Wrestlemania.” Corey jumped in as you froze, realizing that the entire WWE universe caught what you had said.

The interview went well after you took a deep breath and pushed past the embarrassment you were feeling. Live streaming meant you had no time to dwell. You jumped in, asking the couple questions about their experience so far at Axxess and the red carpet.

“And we’re off.” The producer announced as the cameras switched to another interview. “That’s your last interview. We’ll do the sign off in a minute and you’re good to go.”

As the couple between you and Corey left, saying they would see you both later, Corey waved over an assistant and whispered something to him. Still a little embarrassed about earlier, you busied yourself watching the crowd of superstars behind you. Seats were filling up fast now that the show was minutes from starting and you hoped you’d be able to find your seat easily. You didn’t want to be climbing over people in this dress.

The producer gave the two of you the heads up and you both turned back to the camera, signing off for the night. Once the lights and cameras were off, two assistants scurried over to help you and Corey find your seats before the show started. You were lead the opposite way from Corey and you gave him a quick wave and a “see you later” before the assistant rushed you along.

You followed the assistant through the crowd, going one way, stopping, and then travelling back the other. You were starting to worry you weren’t going to make it to your seat by the time the speeches began when the two of you stopped.

“Long time no see.” Corey grinned, standing next to two empty seats.

“What are you- but I went…” You turned to look the way you just came, wondering how the two of you ended up together.

“Well, I had to make sure my date was sitting next to me.” He smirked, gesturing to one of the seats and leading you there with his hand on your waist.

“Your date?” You questioned as the lights dimmed, signalling the beginning of the event.

“Unless you’re spoken for.” He challenged.

“Well, no… but…” You sat down, not knowing what else to do.

“There you go. Besides, you hit on me live on the network. I’m sure the fans are expecting us to sit together” He teased.

“You were staring at me all night!” You argued as the music began to play.

“All the more reason why we should sit together.” He offered with a wink. “You in that dress tonight…” He paused as the crowd came to life around you, applauding the beginning of the broadcast. You blushed, taking the chance of a distraction to try to sort your thoughts. The two of you applauded knowing the cameras could cut to you at any moment.

Once it died down, Corey turned back to you, leaning in to not disturb any of the other superstars in your area.

“I’ve wanted to ask for a while… it’s late but, will you be my date to The Hall of Fame?” He whispered.

You looked in his eyes, trying to judge how genuine he was being. He was a sarcastic asshole on his best behaviour, and a trickster when he wanted to be, but it seemed like an honest request. You’ve always thought he was attractive in that “bad boy with a bad attitude but a heart of gold” kind of way.

“Don’t have much of a choice, do I?” You answered, turning back to the stage and leaning into him ever so slightly. You hoped he got the memo that you were agreeing, even if you weren’t terribly pleased about the ambush.

“That’s the spirit.” He chuckled, resting his hand on your thigh as the two of you finally turned your attention to the presentations.

The next day your social media was blowing up with pictures of the two of you looking cozy, gifs and clips of the two of you flirting on camera, and everyone asking if you two were dating. When Corey officially asked you that night to go on a proper, planned in advance date… well, you couldn’t disappoint the WWE universe, could you?

#Corey Graves imagine #Corey Graves x OC #Corey Graves x Reader #Corey Graves fic #Corey Graves fan fic #Corey Graves fan fiction #glowrious writings

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There Are Worse Things I Could Do

Prompt: 183: “Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies.” from this prompt list.

Pairing: Dean Ambrose x Reader

Word Count: 600+

Warnings: Non graphic mention of sexual activities.

Author’s Note: I have no excuse... I didn’t go ‘how do I write this without actually writing car sex?’ I just had the thought immediately as I read the prompt. Poor Dean.

Tagging: @castielscamander / @therealfivefeetoffuckingfury / @kakakatey / @thirstiswet / @calwitch

When I was young I wasn’t even sure I wanted to have kids. I had my whole life ahead of me and wanting to spend it selfishly. I wanted to travel and focus on my career and explore myself… there was no room in my plans for a baby.

Almost 20 years ago I looked down at that little plastic test, at the two bright pink lines that showed up once the timer went off, and thought my life was crashing down around me. I was too young, I wasn’t ready, how was Dean going to handle it? Now though, on a nice quiet evening, I knew everything had fallen into place the way it was supposed to.

Dean was puttering around the house doing who knows what, even though he said he would join us 30 minutes ago. Leigh was home for a few days from college, just up for a visit – she wouldn’t admit that she was homesick, but I knew the truth. We decided to have a quiet movie night in, putting on an old movie we had seen over and over so that we could chat and catch up while it was playing. Leigh, having recently gotten involved in her school’s extra-curricular theatre program, wanted to watch Grease.

It didn’t surprise me when she told me over the phone she was auditioning for a school play. She was dramatic, which I said she got from her father. Wrestling was just theatre with more physicality after all. Dean argued that she got it from me and my overreactions to things. We had yet to agree.

Leigh’s attention wavered to the television screen as the scene changed, a row of parked cars at lovers’ lane full of the students from Rydell High.

“Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies.” Leigh shook her head, making me laugh. We hadn’t heard Dean enter the room until he was sputtering behind us.

Leigh looked at her father with wide eyes, mortified that he had heard her comment. Dean’s eyes were bulging out of his head. I tried to stifle my laughter at both of their reactions.

“Dad! I-“ Leigh tried to explain, but Dean shook his head and held up his hands.

“Nope, I don’t wanna hear any of it. None of it.” He rambled, not even looking at her.

“Dean, she’s an adult.” I tried to reason.

“No she’s not!” He disagreed, turning and leaving the room. “She’s my little princess and I did not just hear those words come out of her mouth.”

Leigh and I listened as he stormed away, a door slamming somewhere in the house. Likely our bedroom door.

“Mom?” Leigh asked, looking mortified.

“Don’t worry, he’ll get over it.” I sighed.

“I didn’t mean for him to hear that. I didn’t even know he was there.” She pouted.

“I know.” I gave her what I hoped was a comforting smile. Leigh had always been pretty open to me about sex, coming to me when she had questions or needed advice. I’d even taken her to start a prescription of birth control when she was in high school, but she had always begged me not to tell Dean about any of it.

The movie continued and Leigh sat in the plush chair, fidgeting and looking over her shoulder in the direction Dean had disappeared. After a few minutes with no sign of her calming, I stood up with sigh.

“I’ll go talk to him.” I broke the tense silence, patting her on the shoulder.

“Will that help?” She asked skeptically.

“You heard him, you’re his princess. He just doesn’t like the thought of some idiot fratboy feeling you up. Give him a minute and he’ll be fine.” I promised, kissing her on the top of her head.

“Thanks, mom.” She mumbled.

“Who knows, maybe I’ll take his mind off it altogether.” I teased with a wink.

“Ew! Mom, that’s gross!” She cried, burying her face in her hands.

“Yeah? Well, now you know how he feels.” I laughed. “You packed your headphones, right?”

“Mom!” She screeched.

“Maybe take I’ll him for a drive. The SUV is pretty roomy.” I wiggled my eyebrows, exiting the room and leaving my daughter shuddering and gagging.

#Dean Ambrose imagine #Dean Ambrose fic #Dean Ambrose fan fic #Dean Ambrose fan fiction #Dean Ambrose x OC #Dean Ambrose x Reader #Dean Ambrose drabble #glowrious writings #Glow: Leigh verse

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“Us” Situation

Prompt: 49: “Lets have a baby.” from this prompt list.

Pairing: Sami Zayn x Unnamed OC

Word Count: 600+

Warnings: Talk of birth?

Author’s Note: Requested by the lovely @castielscamander, who is always thirsty for more Sami lol I just wanted to take it a different route than expected (as I do with most of my prompts.)

Tagging: @therealfivefeetoffuckingfury / @kakakatey / @thirstiswet / @calwitch

Sami tried to hold back his cringe as his fiancé gripped his hand so tight he thought it might break. He knew the pain in his hand was nothing compared to what she was going through as another contraction hit her. He wished he could do something, anything to take some of the pain away from her.

“If you ever touch me again…” She gritted through her teeth, trailing off and focusing on breathing instead.

“I know, baby. I know.” He acknowledged, not really able to do much else. “Just try to think of the baby. A few more hours and we’ll be holding our baby.”

“Hours?” She cried. Sami cursed himself as she sobbed, the pain and emotional stress of delivery taking a toll on her. Kevin had warned him it could turn into a war zone, but all the advice and reading in the world couldn’t have prepared him for everything that was getting thrown his way. “I can’t keep doing this for hours.”

“Yes you can. You’re doing so good.” He cooed, pressing his lips to her sweaty temple. “Not much longer.”

“It hurts so much.” She cried, curling up on herself as much as she could with her swollen belly and all the monitors hooked up to her.

“Shhh,” Sami soothed, rubbing her back softly. “Just take it easy, catch a nap before the next contraction, okay sweetheart?”

“Okay.” She sniffled. Sami wasn’t sure if she actually fell asleep or was just resting, but he kept rubbing her back, keeping dead silent so she could rest. He would kill anyone who woke her before her next contraction.

“Alright, folks. Looks like its show time.” The doctor told the couple almost two hours later. “Cervix is fully dilated and your contractions are nice and steady. Next time one of those sum’bitches hits, I want you to hold your breath and push, okay? Just like you practiced.”

“Okay.” She nodded tiredly, leaning heavily into Sami.

“We’re almost there.” Sami encouraged, not quite sure if their joint hands were shaking because of her pain or his nervous excitement. “Let’s have a baby.”

“Let’s?” She repeated, peering up at him. “Let’s. As in “Let us.” This isn’t an “us” situation, Sami!” Sami cursed himself yet again for saying the wrong thing as his wife chewed him out. “This is a me situation. I’m pushing a baby out of me because you couldn’t keep your goddamn cock in your pants, Samuel!”

“You know that’s not my na-“

“I don’t care!” She snapped. “I needed to call you someth- aah!”

Saved by the contraction, the argument was dropped as she took a deep breath and held it, bearing down. Sami counted to ten the way they’d coached in Lamaze class.

“That’s good.” The doctor praised. “Take a breath and do it all again with the next contraction.”

“I hate you.” She panted.

“I know, baby.” Sami nodded.

“I’m never doing this again.”

“I thought you wanted two kids?” He questioned with a small smile.

“Never, ever.” She shook her head.

“She’s perfect.” Sami whispered, looking down at his daughter. He had climbed up onto the hospital cot as much as he could, curled around the mother of his child as she breastfed the newborn. “She looks just like you.”

“She’s got your chin.” She replied softly, stroking the baby’s cheek with her finger.

“And your nose.” Sami pointed out.

“We did it.” She breathed, a few happy tears gathering in her eyes. “I can’t believe we did it.”

“We? I thought this was a “you” situation.” He teased, taking his eyes off his daughter for probably the first time since she’d been delivered.

“I don’t blame you for the things you say when you’re hangry, you can’t blame me for the things I said in labour.” His fiancé teased, looking up at him.

He gently brushed away her tears before kissing her on the forehead. “Deal.”

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Escape

Prompt: “If you could make it a horror story involving Dean Ambrose and Renee Young as a couple? Along with Seth Rollins and Cathy Kelley as exes who pretend to hate each other, though it's clear they still have feelings for one another. I'm trying to think of a way the four of them can be brought together... Maybe Dean and Renee could be going on a road trip, and he invites his friend Seth, while she invites her friend Cathy. How the road trip leads to horror is completely up to you, but my friend loves horror and suspense, so make it as creepy as you want." Requested by @devilzadvokitty for her friend’s birthday.

Pairing: Dean Ambrose x Renee Young, Seth Rollins x Cathy Kelley

Word Count: 6200+

Warnings: Kidnapping, blood, various (nonthreatening) injuries, mentions of a gun?, lots of swearing. It’s not a fun one lol

Author’s Note: WOWEE So this was a challenge - and I love a challenge. This was out of my comfort zone for a few different reasons, including: the genre, trying to get it done in time, I don’t typically write Renee, I’ve never written Cathy. Basically I had no damn idea what I was doing, but I hope it turned out okay! Part of me felt it was really short as I edited, but the fact that the word count is over 6000... and honestly this is kinda tame. I could have really put these four through the ringer, but again... timeline.

ANYWAY Happy birthday mystery friend!

Tagging: @castielscamander / @therealfivefeetoffuckingfury / @kakakatey / @thirstiswet / @calwitch (I don’t have my tag list with me ATM, so if I miss anyone, sorry!)

“All set?” Renee asked over Dean’s shoulder as he loaded the last of their bags into the trunk of the SUV.

“All set.” He confirmed, turning to lay an arm over her shoulders. “Just gotta wait for the tagalongs.”

“Don’t call them tagalongs,” Renee laughed, smacking him lightly on his chest. “That makes it sound like they weren’t invited.”

“Fine. The squatters.”

“Dean!” She laughed even harder, shaking her head. Dean grinned down at her, squeezing her shoulders.

“Seth’ll be here soon, then we can hit the road.” Dean told her, noticing the way she froze under his arm.

“Seth?”

“Yeah. You told me to invite a friend.” He reminded her.

“But not Seth!”

“Who else did you think I’d invite?”

“Roman.”

“You thought Roman would want to come to a cabin in the woods with us, for a whole week away from his wife and kids?” He asked her, skeptically.

“Well, not when you put it that way.” Renee grumbled.

“Why is this such a problem anyway?”

“Because I invited Cathy.” Renee told him.

“Ahh, shit.” Dean cursed. “This is gonna be nice and awkward.”

Seth and Cathy had been dating until a few months ago, both of them agreeing that the relationship just wasn’t working. The stress of being on the road, as well as dating a coworker, was getting to be too much and they parted ways. It had initially been a fairly civil breakup, a few words exchanged in passing and a functioning working relationship. In the past month however, the working relationship had dissolved. Now the ex-couple would ignore each other at best, snide comments and glares across the way at worst. Everyone knew it could be worse, they had seen plenty of messy break-ups in their company, but those usually ended with one of the two either quitting or getting fired. Their friends all hoped it would resolve itself before it got to that.

Dean had been right, though he wish he hadn’t. The moment Seth and Cathy saw each other, the temperature around the four of them dropped. Lucky for the married couple, it seemed that today the duo were happy to ignore each other and not get into any sort of fight. The silence in the car was stifling, Renee trying to carry the conversation for 45 minutes before she eventually gave up. She turned the radio on to try and alleviate the tension.

Three excruciating hours into the drive, Dean pulled into an old, abandoned looking gas station.

“Is this place even open?” Seth scoffed.

“Says it is.” Dean shrugged, pointing at the neon sign blinking in the window. Without that sign, there was nothing on the outside of the building that would give any hint to it being a functioning gas station. Renee shot him a look, clearly asking if he was out of his mind. He just shrugged and opened the door, stepping out of the SUV. Seth followed him from the backseat.

Renee turned to look at Cathy, who seemed to share the same sentiment.

“Stretch our legs, I guess?” Renee offered.

“Yeah, it’ll be nice that we stretched once we’ve been murdered in the middle of nowhere.” Cathy shot back, only half joking.

Renee glanced at the guys who were making their way into the building. “What’s going on with you and Seth?”

“Nothing’s going on. What do you mean, what’s going on?” Cathy answered, a shade too quickly for it to be true, prompting Renee to shoot her a look of disbelief.

“Everything was fine when you two broke it off, but lately...” Renee trailed off, searching for the right words.

“Maybe… maybe I miss him.” Cathy admitted quietly. “But maybe I’m just lonely. I don’t know. I can’t tell if I’m missing him for him or if I just miss someone being there.”

“Why don’t you say something?”

“Please. He hates me.” Cathy shook her head.

“You’d be surprised.” Renee encouraged.

“We should stretch before the guys come back.” Cathy shut the conversation down, opening the door and climbing out of the vehicle. Renee sighed and followed suit.

Inside they found the boys skeptically searching through the offered snacks. Nothing looked particularly appetizing. Most of the packages were covered in dust or had visible mold inside. Renee reminded herself to share the hand sanitizer she had in the car once they left. She glanced around, seeing Seth was out of earshot if she kept her voice down.

“Babe,” she wrapped her arm around Dean’s waist as he grimaced at the bags of chips. “Do you know if Seth still feels anything for Cathy?”

“How would I know?” He asked with a shrug, picking up a bag to inspect it.

“Don’t you guys talk?” Renee questioned.

“Why would we talk about his ex? He hasn’t brought her up and I haven’t asked.” Dean explained as he set the bag of chips back with disdain.

“Could you ask?” She prompted, giving him her best doe eyes.

“Why? What kinda trouble you tryin’ to get me into?” Dean smirked down at her.

“Cathy misses him. What if the break-up was just stress from all the travel or something? We’ve had a few drag downs on the road. It’s normal in this business.”

“Yeah, but we make up. And I do enjoy making up with you.” He growled lowly, pulling her in close, making her giggle.

Seth was a few rows down, frowning at the “food” being offered. He looked up at Renee’s giggles, wandering away from the section with a sour look on his face. He questioned why he had agree to come on this road trip at all. It would have been bad enough being the third wheel to the happy couple, but now on top of it he had to spend the time with his ex. It was a lose-lose situation.

Thinking about his ex, he couldn’t help it as his eyes locked onto her where she stood at the magazine rack, sunglasses pushed up on top of her head. She looked good in her peach coloured sundress. Before he could let his thoughts get away from him, he forced himself to look away. That’s when he noticed the large, older man standing at the cash register, waiting for them to finish their purchases. The man was being extremely obvious as he looked over Cathy, clearly appreciating her dress as well.

Seth frowned and marched over to Cathy, draping his arm over his shoulders.

“Seth!” She jumped. “What are-”

“Shh, the guy working here is eying you.” He whispered, picking up a magazine. “It was giving me the creeps.”

“Oh.” Cathy settled down, accepting Seth’s hold. She even leaned into his shoulder… just to really sell it, she told herself.

“So, where you kids headin’?” The man at the cash asked as Dean approached with a box of twinkies. They were dusty, but those things lasted forever, he reasoned with Renee.

“Uhh, just a cabin little ways from here.” Dean answered, keeping it vague.

“Nice rom’ntic get’way, huh?” He man leered, showing off his several missing teeth.

“Something like that.” Dean shrugged it off. “How much for the twinkies?”

“Sure tha’s all you want?” The man tried.

“Yeah. You know what?” He threw a five dollar bill on the counter. “Keep the change.” Dean stormed out.

“Dean…” Renee started as the door to the store closed behind them.

“What? Did you want to spend anymore time in there?” He challenged, which Renee didn’t respond to. “That’s what I thought.”

He opened the box, happy to see the twinkies looked edible. He tore into a package, passing one of the two to Renee. They leaned against the car, waiting for Seth and Cathy.

The two exited shortly after, neither having bought anything. Renee saw that Seth’s arm was draped over Cathy and got excited, but Cathy shook her head subtly. Renee deflated at that.

“We set?” Seth asked.

“Yeah. Thank god we packed food.” Dean spoke around a mouthful of twinkie as he opened the door.

“Let’s get out of here.” Cathy agreed, pulling her sunglasses off her head and putting them on. The four climbed back into the car, happy to have stretched their legs. Renee and Dean noted that the climate between Seth and Cathy seemed less hostile as well, which hopefully meant the rest of the trip would go over smoothly.

Dean turned the key to start the car but the engine sputtered and failed.

“Are you serious?” Renee groaned. He huffed and tried again, only to get the same result.

“What the fuck, man?” Dean grumbled under his breath as he kept trying to get the engine to turn over. After five times he sat back with a loud groan.

“What do we do?” Cathy asked from the backseat.

“C’mon Rollins. Let’s take a look at this thing.” Dean ordered, climbing back out of the vehicle. “You two stay in here, okay?” He told Renee and Cathy before closing the door. Seth parroted the instructions for the girls to stay put before he joined Dean outside. Dean popped the hood easily, looking over the engine.

Cathy and Renee sat inside, anxiously waiting for the guys to fix the car. Neither of them liked that with the hood up, they couldn’t see the guys at all.

“I’ve got no service.” Cathy spoke, moving her phone around to try and get some reception.

“Let me check.” Renee dug her cell phone out of her pocket too, unsurprised to find that in the middle of nowhere, she wasn’t getting any reception either.

“Well, if the guys can’t get it figure out, we can go back in and ask if they have a phone.” Renee suggested.

“I really just wanna get out of here.” Cathy admitted. “I’d rather not talk to that guy again.”

“Yeah, me too... “ Renee agreed. “Not that we’re damsels in distress by any means, but we’ve got some pretty good men to take care of us while we figure it out.” She joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“You’ve got a good man.” Cathy corrected. “I’ve got… well, I don’t really have anyone.”

“Seth’s not gonna just leave you out here.” Renee argued. “No matter how he feels, those two are gonna figure this out.”

Cathy opened her mouth to respond, but they were interrupted by a loud thumping noise and the car jerking suddenly. Both women jumped, looking to the front of the car. They heard a loud yell from Seth before a second thump was heard, paired with another jostle of the car.

“The hell was that?” Renee asked.

“Seth?!” Cathy called loudly, knowing it wasn’t easy for the men to hear them through the car.

“Dean?!” Renee tried as well. It was very quiet, not even the sound of the men speaking could be heard. The only noise the women could hear was the whistling of the wind through the car.

Renee reached for the door handle only for Cathy to stop her with a shout.

“They’re not answering. I’m not just going to sit here.” Renee argued, opening the door.

The hood slammed closed, making both women jump. The man from the register leered at them through the windshield, Dean and Seth nowhere in sight. Cathy screamed as Renee slammed the door shut again.

“What the fuck do you want?!” Renee screamed at him.

“Where are Seth and Dean!?” Cathy yelled. The man bent down, disappearing behind the front of the vehicle. He came back up, an unconscious Seth hauled over his shoulder making both women scream again.

“Seth!” They both called for him as the man turned and started walking back into the store with him over his shoulders.

“What do we do?” Cathy sobbed.

“Dean’s still out there.” Renee answered, determined as she opened the door. Cathy yelled at her to stay in the car but she was already outside, leaving the door open.

Dean was laying on the ground, barely conscious with a trickle of blood flowing from his forehead.

“‘Nee?” He groaned when he saw Renee. “Ge’ back in-”

“He took Seth. You need to get up.” Renee urged frantically and took Dean’s hand in her own, trying to pull him upright. Her tiny frame couldn’t support his dead weight, making him flop back onto the ground. “Dean, please.” She sobbed. “You have to get up. Before he comes back.”

“Renee get back!” Cathy cried for her. The outburst made Renee look up, another man appearing in the doorway of the shop. He looked like the first, but he was leaner. The same grown out beard, but this one was greying more than the other man’s.

“Dean, please!” She sobbed, trying again to pull Dean up.

“Go!” He moaned, trying to push her back. She reluctantly let go and ran around the side of the car. She was about to slam the car door shut when the man’s meaty hand grabbed a hold of it. He ripped the door back open, Renee scurrying back towards the driver’s side, kicking out at him as she went. The man stood there, not moving, but smirking at her.

“Get away!” Cathy yelled, throwing her shoe at him. The man chuckled and looked down at the door, one fat finger pressing the door unlock button.

The click of the lock was followed by the driver’s side door being wrenched open, Renee falling out into the arms of the first man. She flailed and screamed as the larger man picked her up easily, carrying her back into the store.

“No!” Dean screamed, trying to pull himself upright. For good measure, the man kicked Dean in the head on the way by, effectively knocking him out.

“Just you an’ me, princess.” The man still standing at the passenger door sneered at Cathy, barely heard over the sound of Renee’s screaming. “Where you gonna run, huh? I like to chase.”

Cathy was shaking wildly as she reached for the door handle to the backseat driver’s side, thinking it was her best bet. It was farthest away from the man. She pushed it open and ran out, stumbling to the ground in her hurry. She heard the man laugh as he rounded the car. She scurried back to her feet, ready to run.

His meaty paw closed over her arm and she swung back at him. She caught him in the jaw, but he was barely phased. He pulled her close to him, her back to his chest, and she started flailing to get loose.

His free hand came up and covered her mouth and nose, cutting off her air. Cathy grabbed his arm, scratching at him to get free. He didn’t budge as darkness crept into the edges of her vision. She tried to bite at his hand, scratch him up, kick behind her to connect with any part of him she could. She was doing everything she could to get free, but it wasn’t long before she fell limp against him.

Renee was still conscious when they threw her into the cellar beside Seth, who was out cold. A welt had popped up across his forehead, but he looked fine otherwise. The man followed down the stairs and held her down as he secured her hands behind her back. The cool metal and the clicking made her think they were handcuffs but she couldn’t be sure. He then clipped her cuffs to a chain around a pole in the center of the room so she couldn’t leave. The chain could move up and down the pole, letting her stand or sit, but she couldn’t move from the spot.

Soon after, Cathy was brought in and thrown unceremoniously to the ground. She called for her friends, trying to get them to wake. She could see them both breathing, which was a very small comfort.

“Let us go!” She screamed when she heard the door open once more. She watched in horror as the two men threw Dean into the room, letting his body tumble down the few stairs until he crashed to the floor beside Seth.

“Dean!” She yelled, trying to run to him to make sure he was okay. The blood had smeared over his face during the fall. She couldn’t tell if he was still bleeding from the same place as earlier or if they had hurt him anymore. “What do you want, you sick fucks!?” She shouted at them. One of the men merely laughed as he closed the door. She heard the loud clicking of a lock before she was left alone with her unconcious friends.

“Dean! Jesus Dean, please wake up.” She cried, watching as Dean’s chest rose and fell as he inhaled and exhaled.

“Seth?” She called to the brunette, who was laying almost within reach of her feet. “Seth, wake up. Please!” She begged, managing to barely nudge him with the toe of her shoe.

She kept yelling, begging for one of the three to wake up. She didn’t know how long had passed when the door to the cellar opened again, one of the men descending the stairs with an old rag.

“Please, let us go.” Renee pled.

“You’re a mouthy one, ain’tcha?” The man sighed, bending down to her level.

“W-what are you-” Renee was cut off suddenly as he tied the rag around her mouth, silencing her. She gagged as the dirty rag touched her tongue. She tried not to think about where it had been before this.

“That’ll keep you quiet.” He had the nerve to smile at her. He patted her on the head like a dog, which she flinched away from violently. The act of defiance made him frown deeply, earning her a backhand across the face. Her head snapped to the side as she cried out in pain. The man chuckled at her before retreating back up the stairs.

Renee cried quietly to herself, unable to do much more until one of her friends woke up. There were no windows in the cellar, the only light coming from a flickering fluorescent bulb overhead. She had no way to tell how long she sat there, waiting. She pulled at her bonds until her wrists were raw and aching.

Seth was the first to stir, rolling onto his side with a long, drawn out groan. Renee tried to call for him around the gag in her mouth. She tried to nudge him with her foot again, but he had rolled in the opposite direction.

“The hell?” He growled, holding his head in his hands. Renee tried once more to get his attention and he finally looked over at her.

“Renee? The fuck?” He sat up quickly, a dizzy spell hitting him and he had to brace himself to avoid falling over, even from his sitting position. Once the spell passed, he slowly looked around the room.

“What the fuck is going on?” He gasped. Renee tried to motion for him to help her and he finally crawled over, pulling the rag away from her mouth.

“Seth! Thank god you’re awake.” She gushed.

“The fuck is going on? My head is killing me.” He breathed as he took in her appearance, a little confused from the blow to the head.

“That guy… the creepy one at the register. He jumped you and Dean or something. We couldn’t see, the hood of the car was up.” As she explained, Seth looked at the chain holding her to the pole, trying to get her undone. After a moment with no progress, Renee continued.

“Please go check on Dean, he was bleeding and I don’t know how bad it is.” She started crying again, the reality of the situation hitting her all over again as she had to explain it out loud.

Seth looked towards Dean, seeing the dried blood covering his face. He crawled over, rolling Dean onto his back. Renee watched with bated breath as he checked over his tag-team partner.

“I think he’s okay?” Seth told her, sounding unsure. “He’s not bleeding anymore, and he’s breathing.”

“Thank god.” Renee breathed a sigh of relief.

“Dean?” Seth gave his shoulder a shake but the man remained unresponsive.

“Cathy?” He tried, scurrying towards his ex-girlfriend. She whined in her unconscious state as Seth gave her a shake to rouse her. “She’s coming to. Do you know what he did to her?”

“No.” Renee shook her head. “They pulled me away and locked me down here. She was still in the car when he grabbed me.”

“They?” He asked, pulling Cathy up into his lap.

“Asshole has a friend.” Renee huffed as Cathy curled into Seth.

“Cathy? C’mon baby, wake up for me.” Seth urged, stroking her cheek.

“Seth?” She croaked as she woke, blinking up at him.

“Is she okay?” Renee called over, trying to see.

“I think so.” He answered, brushing Cathy’s hair out of her face.

“Renee?” Cathy asked, lifting her head to look for her friend. Once she caught sight of Renee, still tied to the pole, her eyes widened. “No. Oh god, no.”

“Shh, it’s okay.” Seth tried to soothe her as she started crying. “We’re gonna get out of here. We’ll figure it out.”

“Are you okay? He just grabbed you like it was nothi-”

“I’ll be fine. Headache, but nothing I can’t handle.” He reassured her, forcing a smile.

“How are we going to get out of here?” She whimpered.

“Shhh!” Dean hissed, making the other three in the room jump.

“Dean!” Renee called for him, trying to move closer to her husband, the chain rattling as she moved.

“Tryin’ sleep.” He grumbled, throwing an arm over his eyes. His groaned in pain as his forearm flopped into his aching head.

“Dean, you gotta wake up, man.” Seth told him.

“Seth?” Dean questioned, pushing his head up to stare at his friend. “What’re ya doin’ in my bedr’m?”

“Dean, are you okay?” Renee urged.

“Wh’re we?” He slurred, sitting up while holding his head. He froze when he saw Renee. “Why ya tied up?”

“Try to help Renee, let me check on Dean.” Seth told Cathy, who nodded. She moved to stand, but cried out in pain when she tried to put weight on her ankle. Seth steadied her right away.

“I… I must have sprained it when I fell out of the car.” Cathy thought out loud, wincing as she slowly tried to set weight on her foot again.

“Oh fuck… that fuckin’ bitch ass....” Dean groaned as he started to remember what happened. Seth helped Cathy over to Renee, setting her down before he moved to Dean.

Cathy looked behind Renee’s back, seeing the padlock that was keeping her handcuffs attached to the chair. Seth meanwhile was looking at Dean’s pupils, try to tell if he had a concussion.

“Back off, Rollins.” Dean groaned irritably, pushing Seth away. “Could just ask. Yeah, feels like I got my bell rung. The fuck he do to me?”

The four of them paused when footsteps were heard overhead, all four of them holding their breath. They heard the man above them giggling, making their stomachs drop. Luckily, the footsteps moved away from them.

“Dean, think you could pick this?” Cathy asked.

“Let me take a look… prob’ly.” Dean nodded as he pulled himself up to cross the room. Seth followed, helping Dean get there without stumbling too much.

Dean pressed a kiss to Renee’s temple before examining the padlock. “Yeah, this is pretty simple. Either of ya got a bobby pin?”

Cathy pulled a bobby pin out of her hair, handing it to Dean.

“Just relax babe,” He soothed Renee as he fiddled with the padlock. “I could pick this in my sleep.”

“Then why didn’t you?” She teased back, trying to laugh but it came out more like a sob. Seth set his hand on her leg in solidarity as they waited for Dean to work.

It took him longer than he would have liked, his vision swimming every now and then, but the telltale click of the lock giving way echoed through the room.

“Thank god.” Cathy breathed.

“Bring your arms around your front now.” Seth suggested to Renee.

“He’s right. Easier to manage.” Dean nodded, letting himself give in to the spinning of his head for a moment now that the lock was undone.

“Help?” Renee asked. Seth helped her to stand, then kept her balance while she brought her hands past her feet, stepping through until they were locked in front of her. She saw that she had been right in guessing they were handcuffs.

She saw Dean still sitting on the ground, holding his head, and dropped to her knees next to him. She leaned heavily into him, nuzzling into his shoulder.

“Thank you.” She whimpered.

“I got ya.’ Dean cooed in response, wrapping an arm around her.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

“I’ll live.” He tried to smile but it was a pathetic attempt.

“Know how to pick those cuffs?” Cathy asked.

“Yeah, just… I need a minute. Took some concentratin’...”

“Take your time.” Seth told him, trying to calm him down while eyeing the door warily.

“I was so worried when they threw you down the stairs.” Renee cried.

“Explains the pain.” Dean huffed. “C’mon now.” He gently pushed her away so he could look at the cuffs. “Sooner I get ya outta these, sooner we can prison break.”

The other three watched as Dean inspected the cuffs. He made a point of not focusing on how chaffed Renee’s wrists were from trying to get them off. He could worry about that later.

“Lock’s decent. Chain’s cheap. We might be able to break it with somethin’ heavy. Hammer or somethin’.”

Cathy had to stay sitting because of her ankle, but Renee, Seth and Dean all started looking through the cellar for a something that would work. Seth came across a small mallet when they heard the lock of the cellar door unlatch. Dean grabbed Renee and pulled her back towards Cathy, on the opposite side of the room from the door. Seth crouched down low beside the concrete stairs.

“Well, I see our guests woke up.” The second man, the one who hadn’t been inside the store, drawled as he started to descend.

“Fuck you.” Dean spat, standing in front of the women, Renee huddled next to Cathy.

“Oooh, smart mouth on the bleeder.” He laughed. “Boy when you went down. Hooo, we had a good laugh. Bled like a stuck pig ya did. Had the blonde all worried.”

“Don’t fucking look at her, fuck face.” Dean snarled, taking a step to block Renee from the guy’s view.

“Oh, you’re gonna be fun to break.” The man sneered.

“Funny. I was thinking the same about you.” Dean spat back. Seth took that as a good cue to lunge, hitting the man in the head as hard as he could with the mallet. The man crumpled to the ground in a heap, already unconscious. Dean ran forward, giving him two swift kicks to the head for good measure.

“C’mon. Let’s go.” Seth urged, nodding towards the stairs.

“My foot.” Cathy reminded him as Dean helped Renee up.

“Shit… Dean, take this.” He handed Dean the mallet. Dean took it and stood at the bottom of the stairs anxiously.

Seth scooped Cathy into his arms, carrying her easily. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding onto him tightly. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you. I’m gonna get you out of here.” He promised.

“Stay close.” Dean warned Renee before ascending the stairs. Renee kept her hands on his lower back, both to stay close and to help steady him.

Dean stuck his head out, looking left and right. There was no sign of the other man and he crept forward, motioning for the others to follow.

“Left.” Renee whispered to him, remembering the route the men had taken to throw her into the cellar. Dean gave a short nod and turned left.

“Hold up.” Seth whispered, making the other two stop. He turned back towards the door and pulled it shut. “Babe, get the lock.” He told Cathy, who was able to snap the lock shut easier than he would have.

“Smart.” Renee nodded.

They stayed low, moving quickly and trying to stay quiet as Renee guided them through the house. She led them to a door at the end of a long hallway before she grabbed Dean’s arm, stopping him.

“I think this leads back to the store. He’s probably there.” She cautioned.

“Well he’s not gonna get the jump on us this time.” Dean growled, standing to his full height. With a loud roar he kicked the door open, charging into the room.

“For fuck’s sake!” Seth huffed, setting Cathy down next to Renee and rushing forward to be Dean’s back up. Cathy leaned against the wall, keeping her weight off her injured foot.

The women watched as the men stood back to back, much as they would if they were working together in the ring, searching for the other man.

“He’s not here.” Seth told them as Dean lowered the mallet. Cathy wrapped an arm around Renee’s shoulders and hobbled forward.

“We need a phone.” Renee told them. “The car wasn’t starting, remember?”

“Fuck!” Seth hissed, rushing towards the counter. There was an old landline next to the register but when he picked it up, there was no dial tone.

“There’s no service out here. We tried earlier.” Cathy mentioned. “What do we do?”

“We walk.” Seth sighed.

“We’re in the middle of nowhere.” Renee pointed out.

“And I ain’t stayin’ here. Let’s go.” Dean added.

Seth crouched next to Cathy, instructing her to get on his back. The four of them left the store, seeing the men had rummaged through their vehicle. Their suitcases were spilled open all over the place, articles of clothing having blown away in the wind. The cooler Dean and Renee had packed was left open, but there was still water inside. Renee grabbed a bag, Dean helping her to fill it with the water. They had no idea how long they’d have to walk until they found help.

“Here.” Dean held an open water bottle up for Renee to drink from. She guzzled half of it down, he throat still raw from screaming and crying while the other three had been unconscious.

Seth crouched down, picking up a large branch that was laying on the ground. It wasn’t ideal, but it would work as a weapon if that first man made an appearance.

The quartet started walking down the road, Dean’s arm over Renee’s shoulder to help him keep walking through the dizzy spells of his concussion.

They had been walking for about 15 minutes when Dean stumbled badly, catching Renee off guard. The two fell to the ground. Renee was unable to catch herself properly with her hands cuffed and fell hard on her side.

“Shit. M’ sorry.” Dean slurred as he held his head. “Fuck, you okay?”

“You good?” Seth asked, crouching beside them.

“Head’s killin’ me. Think I’m gonna puke.” Dean admitted, leaning forward just before he started dry heaving.

“I’ll be okay.” Renee told Seth, ignoring her now aching arm. She scooted towards Dean, rubbing his back the best she could.

“We have to keep moving.” Cathy spoke up, looking back the way they came.

“Give him a minute.” Renee spoke up.

“No, she’s right.” Dean croaked, pushing himself to standing before helping Renee up. He inspected her arm, seeing she had scraped it up in her fall. He wiped the blood away with his shirt.

“Are you okay?” Renee questioned him.

“Lived through worse.” He tried to grin at her, but it was cut short as he lurched forward, dry heaving again.

“Someone’s coming!” Cathy called happily, pointing down the road where they could see a vehicle kicking up dust.

Renee guided Dean as the four of them stood off to the side of the road, out of the way of the speeding vehicle. Cathy started waving her hands from Seth’s back, trying to flag them down. The truck stopped next to them, the person inside putting it in park but leaving the engine running as he opened the door.

“Well, well, well,” the man drawled as he stepped out of the vehicle. The man was tall and lanky, unlike the other two they had encountered. He had a thick accent like the other two, but had a noticeably nicer smile. “What do we have here?”

“Please, o-our car broke down.” Cathy started.

“Doens’t look mighty good, all this blood.” He grinned, sauntering towards the group. Renee moved closer to Dean as the man approached. “And you’re all cuffed up.”

“Long story.” Seth butted in. “Can you help us get to the nearest town?”

“Nearest town? Son, your best bet is to head back the way you was comin’ from.” The man told them. “Bet Charlie’d be real happy to see y’all again.”

Dread filled the four as the man smirked maliciously. Dean pushed Renee behind him, wobbling as he held the mallet up.

“Stay back.” He growled. Seth set Cathy down again, coming up to stand beside Dean.

“Hold on, no need for that.” The man had the audacity to laugh. “Don’t want any trouble now.”

“Oh you’ve got trouble.” Seth spat, swinging the branch to keep the man at bay.

“Fiesty ain’t’cha? I see why Charlie wanted y’all so much.” He practically giggled.

“Charlie can lick my left one. Get the fuck back.” Dean snarled.

“That’s enough outta you.” The man’s demeanor changed immediately, his smirk dropping as he reached behind him.

Seth didn’t hesitate, bolting forward and swinging the branch hard enough to knock him off his feet. Dean followed, landing a hard kick to the man’s gut.

The women hung back, knowing they couldn’t help in their current predicaments. Both of their blood ran cold when they saw the man had been reaching for a gun hanging off his belt.

The man was a blubbering, bloody mess by the time the men finished with him. Seth bent down and plucked the gun from the holster, tucking it into his waistband.

“Use one o’ those before?” Dean panted, looking pale.

“No, but I’m guessing I’m a better shot than you at this point.” He told him. Dean stumbled, Seth reaching out to steady him. “Renee, help me get him in the truck.”

Renee ran over, placing herself under Dean’s arm. The man was nearly dead weight on the other two at this point, dragging his feet.

“‘M fine.” He slurred.

“Get in the truck.” Seth told him, not wanting to argue. They managed to push him into the small backseat, Seth helping Renee to climb in with him. She laid his head in her lap, brushing his hair back.

“Tired.” Dean mumbled.

“I know, just wait til we get on the road, okay? Once we’re far away from this shit hole, you can sleep.” Renee pled.

“Killjoy.” He huffed.

Seth meanwhile rounded the truck to pick Cathy up, depositing her in the passenger seat.

“Are you okay to drive?” She asked, cupping his cheek.

“I’ll be fine.” He nodded. He started to pull away when Cathy slipped her hand around the back of his head, pulling him into a kiss.

“Get us out of here.” She whispered against his lips. Seth nodded, staring at her in surprise before he closed the door, rushing around the front of the truck. He climbed in, cursing when he noticed the truck was a stick shift.

“Can you drive stick?” Renee asked from the back, looking up from Dean.

“Yeah. Been a while though…” Seth grumbled as he situated himself. It took some thinking, especially with the headache he’d been sporting since he woke up, but within a few moments he had the truck peeling down the road.

Cathy turned to look out the rear window, making sure no one else was coming to get them, but they were alone on the road. After a few minutes, everyone felt like they could breathe easier.

“R’ly wanna sleep.” Dean mumbled, his eyes fluttering closed.

“Okay, babe. You can sleep.” Renee told him, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

“Th’nk’ya.” He mumbled, reaching blindly for her hand. Once he had it in his own, his breathing evened out.

“Is he gonna be okay?” Cathy asked, looking back at the married couple.

“I hope so.” Renee breathed.

“Ambrose can handle it.” Seth told the women, hoping to alleviate their worries. “He’s had worse concussions than this.”

“Yeah, and a trainer right there to look at him.” Renee pointed out.

“He’ll be fine. We’ll all be fine.” He promised, reaching over to rest his hand on Cathy’s leg. She gripped his hand tightly in her own, silence filling the car as they drove. None of them would call it a comfortable silence by any means, all three of them trying to make sense of what they had just gone through - replaying it in their heads, wondering what they could have done differently to prevent it - but as they got further away, as their aches and pains flared up as their adrenaline waned, the tension left their bodies as they realized how lucky they were to have escaped.

#Dean Ambrose x Renee Young fic #Seth Rollins x Cathy Kelley fic #I don't even know what to tag this as y'all #Glowrious writings #glowrious requests

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glowrioustrash · 6 years

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Caught Red Handed

Summary: Sami is home after a long tour and he and his girlfriend are going to make up for the time apart.

Pairing: Sami Zayn x unnamed OC

Word Count: 2700+

Warnings: SMUT, swearing, big ol’ beard kink

Author’s Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @castielscamander!!! This was written as a birthday surprise for Emi <3 She’s the one who keeps me going when I think everything I write is awful or encourages me through the writer’s block. Not much I can do for your birthday from a different country, but I can write you a little something :)

Tagging: @castielscamander / @castielscamander / @alexahood21

You woke up slowly, feeling soft lips and a rough beard moving over your collarbone. You hummed, a smile spreading over your face as you brought a hand up to card through Sami’s hair.

“Good morning.” He muttered. You could feel the words forming on his lips as they dragged across your skin.

“Mornin’.” You mumbled back, slowly opening your eyes to the sunlit room. You looked down, seeing the top of Sami’s fiery red hair.

“Sleep well?” He asked, his hand slowly trailing down the side of your body, tickling lightly in its wake until it settled on your bare hip.

“Always, when you’re home.” You told him honestly, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. He pulled himself away from your shoulder, pressing your lips together in a slow kiss. You kept your hand in his hair, playing with his locks as the other ran down his back, trailing your nails over his skin teasingly.

Sami had gotten home from the road yesterday and last night had been rushed and intense, the desperation and need that came from not seeing each other during the long international tour manifesting in rough, hard sex. Today, the two of you had all the time in the world.

“I missed you.” He hummed against your lips. Those three words had been chanted like a mantra the night before, spoken over and over between moans and grunts. They had been whispered in the dark, murmured against damp skin, groaned to the sky.

“Missed you too.” You breathed. “I hate when you’re gone so long.”

“I know.” He pulled away from your lips, nuzzling his nose along yours. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t.” You told him, eyes fluttering open to look at him. “You don’t have to apologize. I understand.”

“I know.” He repeated with a soft smile, moving down to kiss your neck. “That’s why I love you. That’s why you’re my girl.”

You smiled, tilting your head to give him better access as he kissed down your skin, his beard prickling along the way. “Say it again?” You asked.

“You’re my girl.” You could feel him grin against your skin.

“And you’re my man.” You hummed as he made his way down your chest.

“Damn straight.” He growled playfully, taking your nipple between his teeth making you gasp and arch into his mouth. “Don’t you forget it.”

“N-never.” You promised as he rolled his tongue over the hardened nub before releasing it, continuing his path downward. He maneuvered between your legs as he continued kissing down your body, the delicious tickling of his beard leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

He licked a small patch of skin just below your bellybutton, a soft moan leaving your lips as you fidgeted in anticipation, stretching your legs wider for him. He chuckled as he moved past where you wanted him most, instead sliding lower to kiss the inside of your knee.

“Sami.” You whined, pouting as you let your head fall back against the pillow, fisting your hands in the sheets beneath you in frustration. You felt his laugh as he moved up your thigh, kissing and licking, painting a trail over your heated skin. He moved his hand from your hip to your lower stomach to keep you still as you tried to squirm closer.

“Just relax.” He sang, moving torturously slowly. “You know I’ll take care of you.”

“Please.” You keened, wriggling under his strong hold.

“We’ve got all day.” He muttered, nipping softly at your thigh making you gasp.

“God, please don’t make me wait all day.” You huffed, trying again in vain to wriggle closer.

“I won’t.” He promised. The tension in your body grew with anticipation as he made his way further up your thigh. You curled your other leg in, trying to urge him higher with your foot, but he pushed it back down to the bed with a firm hand, opening you even wider.

“Please.” You repeated, feeling the warm air over your damp skin. “I need you, Sami. Please stop teasing.” You felt him smirk against the top of your thigh, rubbing his bearded cheek against the sensitive skin before he pulled back. You raised your head from the pillow to look down at him, seeing him looking back up at you with dark, lust filled eyes.

“My girl begs so nice.” Sami praised, making you whine softly. “You say you need me?”

“Yes! Oh please, Sami.” You whimpered, nodding.

“So desperate.” He cooed. The hand on your leg trailed up your thigh. A single finger ghosted over your wet lips, making your breath catch in your throat. “Is this where you want me?”

“Y-yes, oh yes.” You panted, watching him suck his finger into his mouth. The sight of it made your toes curl.

“You taste so sweet,” he muttered, “and beg so nice. How can I say no?”

He leaned in, tongue swiping over your core before you had a chance to realize he was even moving. Your back arched off the bed as you gasped, moaning raggedly.

“S-Sami!” You cried out, wrapping your legs over his shoulders as his tongue circled your clit. He growled against you in response, vibrating against your skin. You tangled both hands into his hair, holding him tightly.

The hand on your stomach slid down, thumb rubbing your clit as his tongue moved lower. He lapped up your juices, amplifying the wet sounds echoing through the room, joining your moans and pants. He pressed his tongue in, fucking into you and making your walls flutter around him.

“God, Sami… don’t stop.” You pled, rocking your hips into him. “M-make me cum.”

He growled again in response, increasing the pressure of his thumb. You whined at the dual sensation, bringing your free hand up to cup your breast, pinching and teasing your nipple. He grew rougher with his movements, knowing just how you liked it. You loved feeling his beard against you, scratching at your tender skin while he licked and sucked.

Your moans grew louder as your body grew tighter. He could feel your muscles clenching under his hands, your pussy practically vibrating under his mouth. His name fell continuously from your lips like a song as he drew you closer and closer to climax.

A strange noise fell on your ears, and it took you a second to realise it was the doorbell. By the time it registered through the fog of passion, it was already ringing again.

“S-Sami... the door…” You bit your lip to stifle your cries of pleasure, suddenly hyper aware that other people were nearby. Were any of the windows open? Could they hear you through the front door?

“Ignore it.” He stopped his ministrations just long enough to speak before resuming, sliding two fingers deep inside you as he switched to licking and sucking your clit. You kept your lips clamped shut as you almost cried out at the change of sensations, your legs shaking as he stroked your inner walls.

The doorbell sounded again, pulling your further away from the pleasure.

“They’re not leaving.” You panted, glancing towards the open bedroom door. You usually locked the door at night, but now you couldn’t be sure. What if the person walked in?

“They will.” He promised. You tried to ignore it, tried to fall back into your state of bliss, chasing your orgasm.

The doorbell rang, this time repeatedly.

“Fucking dammit!” He growled, pulling away. He stood from the bed, face red and beard glistening. He rubbed at his face in frustration and you couldn’t help but trail your eyes down his body, his hard cock jutting away from his body.

You let yourself relax back into the bed, the tension of your growing orgasm fading away as you caught your breath. You watched Sami grab a pair of underwear, pulling them up his legs and tucking his erection into the waistband.

“Stay right there.” He ordered as he grabbed a pair of sweatpants, pulling them on. “Don’t fucking move. I’ll be right back to finish you off.” His voice was hoarse with lust, his eyes trailing over your naked, sweat damp body before leaving the room, rubbing at his beard.

You stayed in bed as Sami requested, running your hand through your hair as your body calmed. You rubbed your thighs together to ease the ache of being so close to the edge before being yanked back. You heard Sami answer the door and listened carefully. You could hear voices but couldn’t identify them. When they didn’t fade immediately, you sat up to listen better.

The door closed, but the voices remained. You heard Sami’s footsteps jogging up the stairs, making you frown with worry. He appeared at the door to your bedroom and closed it behind him.

“Uh, it’s your parents.” He told you before you had a chance to ask.

“What?” You asked, stunned.

“Yeah. Your parents.” He nodded grimly. “You might wanna put some clothes on.”

“What the hell are they doing here?” You questioned, climbing out of bed. You crossed to your dresser, grabbing the PJs you had set out the night before but never got around to wearing.

“I don’t know! What I do know is that I just had to answer the door to your parents and make small talk with your dad while I can still taste you on my tongue. That’s kinda fucked.” He panicked.

“Go wash your face, I’ll be down in a second.” You told him as you pulled on your underwear. He nodded, grabbing a t-shirt from the dresser before leaving.

You hurriedly pulled on the cute PJ set, a t-shirt and matching shorts, and took a deep breath before leaving the room. You used a picture frame hanging in the hallway to assess your hair. It seemed a little messy, but it was nothing that couldn’t be brushed off as bedhead. You ran your fingers through it and made your way downstairs, following the voices to the kitchen.

“Mom, Dad! I didn’t know you were dropping by today.” You smiled at them as you turned the corner to the room. Sami looked considerably less panicked than he did upstairs, which was good.

“We were just stopping by to see you, maybe ask you out for brunch but I didn’t know Sami was home today.” Your mother explained, pulling you into a hug.

“She got the days wrong.” Your father added gruffly.

“Yes, it’s my fault. I didn’t think he was back for a few days yet. You know how we worry when you’re here alone.” She doted. “We didn’t mean to intrude.”

“Oh, no. You’re not intruding.” You assured.

“Not at all.” Sami agreed.

“Oh yes we are.” Your mother waved the two of you off. “I know how little time you get to spend together. We should have called.”

“I told you to call.” Your father huffed.

“Yes, you did.” Your mother chuckled. “I should have listened.”

“Wow, Dad. Bet you don’t hear that often.” You joked.

“Few and far between.” He agreed with a grin. “Sami, if there’s one piece of knowledge I can pass down to you, savor the moments when they tell you that you were right. They don’t come often.”

“Will do, sir.” Sami laughed.

“Come on, dear. Let’s get out of their hair.” Your mother suggested, waving your father towards the entrance way.

“Are you sure, mom? I hate that you drove out here for nothing.” You sighed, the four of you moving to the front door. “We could still go out for brunch.”

“I’m sure, darling. Sami offered as well, but the two of you need your time together. I know how hard it is for you when he’s gone.” She turned to you as you reached the door and you noticed her trying to fight a grin. She turned to your dad instead. “Why don’t you go start the car? I’ll be there in a minute.”

“See you later, pumpkin.” Your dad pulled you into a side hug, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Bye dad.” You returned the hug before he left.

“How about the four of us go out for dinner tomorrow night?” Your mom suggested. “Sami mentioned he was in town for a few days.”

“We’d love to.” Sami answered for the both of you and you nodded in agreement.

“Great. That will give you two time to catch up before entertaining.” Your mom winked.

“Mom!” You gasped at her, seeing Sami’s face turn red in your peripheral vision.

“Well darling, if you’re going to come down to company with your thighs marked up like that, you’re going to get a razzing.” She laughed.

Your brows knit in confusion, you looked down at your legs. You gasped and jumped behind Sami when you saw that the sleep shorts you were in put the bright pink splotches sprawled across your inner thighs on full display.

“Oh my god!” You groaned, hiding your face into Sami’s back.

“Oh it’s fine. You’re young adults and he’s been on the road. If you two weren’t going at it like bunnies, I’d be worried.” Your mother’s laughter continued. You could practically feel the heat of Sami’s own blush through his shirt. “You think we don’t realize? You’re in a relationship and living together. I’m under no delusion that you sleep in the guest room, dear.”

“Mom, please stop.” You whined.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure your father didn’t notice. He’s been glaring at me and being moody since Sami answered the door.” She pointed out, making you groan again. You’d die if your dad had noticed the beard burn covering your thighs. “We’ll see you both tomorrow for dinner. I’ll call you later to make plans.”

“G’bye m’am.” You heard Sami mumble weakly as the door opened and closed.

You finally pulled your face out of Sami’s back.

“Well… that was…” Sami struggled for words, turning around to look at you. You were sure that your face was just as red as his.

“I never want to talk about this again.” You huffed, leaning against the wall and covering your face with your hands. “I think I just died of embarrassment.”

The silence passed between the two of you, both trying to recover from the embarrassment and find something to say.

“You know,” Sami was the first to break the silence. “It’s kind of sexy.”

“What is? Being caught by my mom?” You asked indignantly, dropping your hands.

“No, your legs being all marked up like that and on display.” He purred, brushing a hand up your thigh. “You should wear shorts around the house more often.”

“Are you seriously trying to get me back into bed right now?”

“Yup.” He sprang forward, lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Sami!” You shrieked, kicking your legs to try to break free as he started carrying you through the house.

“Don’t make me drop you.” He warned, spanking you lightly as he took to the stairs. You weren’t worried, knowing Sami could easily carry your smaller frame and that he’d never drop you. “You heard your mom. If she thinks we’re “going at it like bunnies,” well… I don’t want to waste the opportunity. If she’s going to judge us, might as well do it.”

“Sami! Stop talking about my mom while you’re trying to seduce me!” You laughed, smacking his ass in retaliation.

“Why? Is it not working?” He teased and you could hear the smile in his voice as he carried you into the bedroom.

“No, surprisingly not.” You deadpanned. You squealed as he tossed you onto the bed, bouncing against the mattress. He crawled on top of you before you had a chance to move.

“No? How about this, then?” He kissed you hungrily, grinding his body into yours. You melted against him, fisting his shirt in your grip and hooking one of your legs around his waist. The soft material of his sweatpants slid against your thighs, rubbing against the tender, pink skin that could be blamed solely on Sami’s beard. You inhaled shakily as he pulled away, eyes dark with lust and an eyebrow quirked up in question.

“Yeah. I can work with that.” You gave in, pulling him back in for another kiss.

#Sami Zayn imagine #Sami Zayn fic #Sami Zayn fan fic #Sami Zayn fan fiction #Sami Zayn x OC #Sami Zayn smut #nsfw*#Glowrious writings

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glowrioustrash · 6 years

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New Rules 4

Summary: Elena struggles with her new feelings, Dean is in denial, and their friends start to piece it together. If they won’t sort themselves out, then a little push might set them on track.

Pairing: Eventual Dean Ambrose x OC

Word Count: 5000+

Warnings: Swearing

Author’s Note: Holy cow this is long! It’s also about ½ of what I thought would be in this chapter, so there’s lots more to come. Enjoy part 4, which I have unofficially dubbed part “Team Rude Interlude.”

Tagging: @castielscamander / @therealfivefeetoffuckingfury / @alexahood21 / @kakakatey

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

“Elena, I’ve found the perfect guy for you!” Alexa sang as she skipped into the locker room and holding Elena’s shoulders from behind.

“No! I told you, no more!” She huffed, turning to look at Alexa. She then looked at the other girls in the locker room. “This means all of you, I’m done going on your blind dates.”

“I swear Elena, he’s way better than the last loser.” Alexa pled.

“Hey!” Sasha protested.

“He was a loser, otherwise Elena would have gone on another date with him.” Alexa argued.

“That’s a good point.” Nia had to agree.

“He’s also my cousin!” Sasha huffed, crossing her arms.

“Point is, this guy is perfect for you.” Alexa turned back to Elena.

“No guys, I’m done. I mean it this time. I don’t need your help anymore.” She waved them off, hoping they would drop the subject.

“We just want you to be happy, El.” Bayley added, the other girls agreeing.

“I know you do. I know all these dates came from a good place. I appreciate it.” Elena smiled at them all. “I just… I need a break from it.”

“A break? You’ve been out of the dating scene for years.” Nia argued.

“Even before Clint-“ Sasha started, but Alexa cut her off.

“Ah ah! We don’t say his name!” Alexa scolded, pointing a finger at Sasha.

“Guys, it’s okay.” Elena laughed. “Hearing his name won’t send me into a whirlpool of emotion.”

The girls all paused, looking at Elena and back and forth at each other. She watched them back with a confused expression.

“What? What’s going on here?” She finally asked.

“You’re over him.” Nia pointed out.

“Yeah.” Elena shrugged.

“Like, really over him.” Sasha added.

“Is that a bad thing?” Elena laughed.

“No, not at all… but…” Bayley trailed off.

“It’s sudden. Something’s different.” Alexa pitched in.

“Well I know it’s not my crazy friends.” Elena teased, rolling her eyes. “Would you guys rather I weep at the sound of his name or something?”

“There’s someone else, isn’t there?” Alexa gasped, the other girls all making noises of agreement.

“What? No! There’s no one else.” Elena denied.

“There so is! That’s why you don’t want to go on anymore dates.” Sasha accused.

“Oh, that’s so exciting! Who is it?” Bayley asked, bouncing in place.

“There’s no one else.” Elena spoke slowly, trying to drive the point in.

“Bullshit.” Nia sang, making the other girls laugh.

“I’m serious, I’m not seeing anyone.” Elena huffed, getting annoyed.

“Doesn’t mean you don’t want to.” Sasha smirked.

Elena opened her mouth to disagree again, but she couldn’t help but think of Dean. She didn’t want to risk their friendship or make him uncomfortable, but he had been on her mind since Miz’s party. She’d caught herself thinking about him once or twice, stupid things. What it would feel like to be his girl and hold his hand or wondering what his lips tasted like. They were already such tactile friends, she slept cuddled up to him before and has hugged him more times than she could count, but she wondered if it would feel any different now that her feelings had changed.

“Busted!” Alexa snapped her out of her thoughts, her cheeks burning as she realized what she had been thinking about.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Elena emphatically denied, turning to her locker in an attempt to hide her blushing face.

“Sure you don’t.” Nia sassed.

“Who is it, El?” Bayley asked.

“No one.” She deflected.

“Just tell us.” Alexa poked her in the side making her jump.

“There’s nothing to tell.” Elena stuck to her guns. Normally she’d be fine letting the girls know she had a crush, but with it being such a good friend she was too embarrassed.

“We will figure it out. You know that right?” Nia pointed out.

“There’s nothing to figure out, now can we please get ready for the show?” Elena huffed. The girls, realizing how much time they had left to get ready, dropped it.

She had been hoping that was going to be the end of it but Elena soon saw that it was just the beginning. It felt like anytime she spoke to a man one of the girls was there to jump in and ask if that was who she liked.

After telling Finn he’d had a great match, Bayley popped up from seemingly nowhere. Chatting with Cesaro over the catering spread, Sasha had appeared. Spontaneous, pre-match warm-up dance party with the cruiserweights and there’s Nia wondering if the guy was Mustafa Ali, Rich Swann, Noam Dar or Drew Gulak. Sasha even accused her of liking a random production assistant who was just trying to let her know her match was coming up. It was getting tiring. It felt like she was always being watched.

“You’re without your usual entourage.” Seth commented as he found her sitting on a crate backstage.

“I managed to shake them. I feel like I’m jail breaking.” She joked.

“They seem a little more… hovery than usual. Everything good?” He asked.

“Yeah, they figure I’m in love with someone and they’re trying to put together who it is.” She shrugged.

“Oh. Well, are you?”

“Nah.” She shook her head. “Well… not in love, per say.”

“Aha, so they’re right.” He grinned.

“Don’t tell them. I’ll never hear the end of it.” She sighed. Seth made the motion of crossing his heart and zipping his lips, which made her laugh. “Thanks.”

“You wanna talk about it? I may not know girl shit, but that might be helpful. Get the man brain working on it.” He offered.

“Oh that’s cute. You think men have brains.” She teased.

“Ouch.” He held his chest, laughing.

“Sorry, you’re right. Men have brains, but you aimed a little high there.” She pointed at the hand resting on his chest.

“Ouch!” He repeated, taking a step back. “You’re mean. I take it back, I’m not helping you with shit.”

“Aw, I’m sorry Sethie.” She pouted.

“Hey!” Dean called, approaching them from only a few feet away. “You goin’ after my tag partner? I’ll fight a woman.” He threatened.

“Oh, I’m so scared.” She grinned.

As Dean reached the two of them, he pulled her off the crate and into a headlock. She flailed her arms as he pretended to punch her while Seth stood to the side, laughing at the two of them. Elena let Dean land a few more hits before she delivered an elbow to his side, making him drop his hold with a grunt. They wrestled back and forth until Dean scooped her up, lifting her easily into position for a fallaway slam.

“Okay, okay!” She shrieked, clinging to him. “You win!” She tapped out on his arm, not wanting him to actually throw her in the hallway onto the concrete floor. He laughed and set her back on the floor.

“That’s right. Better think twice before comin’ at The Shield.” Dean puffed out his chest and smacked Seth on the chest with the back of his hand. “Speakin’ of, we’re up next.”

“Have a good match, guys.” Elena smiled up at the two of them.

“Pfft, don’t we always.” Dean teased as he left.

“I’ll catch you later.” Seth turned to leave but stopped short. “I was serious if you want to talk. I know the girls are a bit much sometimes and maybe having a guy’s point of view could help. Think about it.” He shot her a grin before jogging down the hall after Dean. She smiled as she watched them turn the corner.

“Well, well, well. What have we here?” Alexa drawled, making Elena jump.

“Jesus, where did you come from?” She gasped.

“So, is that who it is then?” Alexa asked, ignoring Elena’s question.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Elena lied. She wished she was a better liar as she felt her face heat up and tried to remember how she normally held her hands.

“Bull!” Alexa laughed. “You like Seth.”

“W-what?” Elena gaped.

“No wonder you were nervous to tell us. He’s one of your closest guy friends.” Alexa hopped up onto the crate Elena had been sitting on moments before. “I won’t tell.”

“I don’t like Seth.” She shook her head.

“Please, I saw the look on your face as you watched him leaving. I’m not an idiot.” Alexa rolled her eyes. Short of telling the truth, she wasn’t sure how to convince Alexa she was wrong.

Meanwhile in gorilla…

“Hey, before you showed up I was talking to Elena.” Seth told Dean, who scoffed.

“Okay?”

“She was telling me the girls are getting on her case. Guess she likes someone.” Seth watched Dean out of the corner of his eye, noticing his friend and stablemate tense up.

“So?” Dean huffed.

“Just ask her out.”

“I dunno what you’re talkin’ bout.” Dean mumbled.

“Sure you don’t.” Seth chuckled and shook his head, patting Dean on the arm as his music hit.

Although Alexa had promised not to tell any of the other girls, Elena was pretty sure she had told Nia. Those two were worse than an old married couple sometimes: what one knew, the other did too. Suddenly the two of them were always trying to push Elena and Seth together. If they were in catering at the same time, they tried to get Seth and Elena to sit beside together. They made group plans only to back out at the last minute, Seth and Elena being the only two to carry through. They even left venues a few times without her when they had promised to give her a ride, asking Seth to make sure she got to the hotel.

“So, what’s going on here?” Seth asked after the third weekend of suddenly cancelled plans left him and Elena alone. Alexa and Nia had made a big group brunch plan but conveniently only made a reservation for two, forgot to invite anyone else and then cancelled themselves.

Elena sighed. “Well, remember when I told you they all thought I liked someone?”

“Mmhmm.” Seth nodded as he took a sip of his coffee. His eyes drew wide after a moment and he started choking.

“No! Oh my god, it’s not you!” She rushed as Seth sputtered. She watched helplessly as he caught his breath and took a drink of her water to clear his throat. “Sorry, that was my bad.”

“Now that I’m not dying, explain.” He prompted.

“Nia and ‘Lexa think you’re the guy I like, but I promise you’re just a friend.” She finished.

“Is there a reason why they think it’s me?”

“Well, I tried to tell them it wasn’t you but they don’t believe me.” She grimaced.

“Right… but you do like someone, and that someone isn’t me?” Seth clarified. Elena nodded. “And we work with him?” She nodded again. “As in he’s a wrestler?” Elena hesitated for a second, wondering if she was giving too much away, but nodded. “And you’re not speaking so I won’t be able to guess?” Another nod. “Why can’t you just tell him?”

“It’s complicated.” She winced.

“How is it complicated?” Seth asked, but Elena was silent. She wasn’t sure how to explain her hesitation without making it obvious who it was. “He’s not married, is he?”

“Oh god, no. I’m not that kind of girl.” She scoffed.

“I know but… the heart wants what it wants, right? You could have fallen for a married man without acting on it.” He defended.

“I guess, but that’s not it.”

“Is he single?”

“Yeah.” She nodded.

“So what’s so complicated? He’s single, you’re single. Is he gay?”

“No.” She laughed. “Fairly certain he isn’t.”

“Still not seeing a problem. He’s available and into women.”

“I told you, it’s complicated.” She shrugged.

“You know you can tell me, right? I won’t judge you for it.” He tried.

“I know you won’t.” She sighed. “I’m hardly ready to admit it to myself at this point. Plus he’s a friend. I don’t want to fuck that up. I need to get myself in check before I do anything about it and I just want to be able to do it in my own speed.”

“That’s fair.” Seth agreed. “Just keep in mind that whoever it is, he’s not gonna be waiting for you forever. He might fall in love with someone tomorrow. How are you going to feel if that happens?”

Elena felt her heart clench at the thought. After weeks of trying to sort out her feelings, she’d never considered the possibility that Dean would be off the market by the time she figured it out. She’d like to say she’d be happy for him, which she would be eventually, but at first she’d be heartbroken. In a few months to go from close friends, to falling for him, to having to watch him with someone else would be awful.

“That look on your face says you have your answer.” Seth interrupted her thoughts with a smug grin. “You should talk to him. Sooner rather than later.”

“Shut up and drink your coffee.” She grumbled. Just because he was right doesn’t mean he had to be smug about it. Besides, talking to Dean was easier said than done.

She tried to talk to him that night at the show, she honestly did. First she caught him on his way into the building and figured she should at least let him get into the arena and put his stuff down. Next time she saw him, she was heading to gorilla for her match and didn’t have time. This wasn’t something she could just yell down the hall at him.

After her match, which had gone nearly perfectly, she was psyched up, full of adrenaline from the roaring crowd, and ready to tell him. She walked through the halls with purpose, heading for the men’s locker room. As she turned the last corner, she ran smack into someone.

“Woah!” Seth cautioned, steadying her by holding her shoulders. “You’re in a hurry.”

“Kinda. Sorta. Not really.” She waved him off, nervous energy kicking in now that she wasn’t storming down the hall with her mind set on the mission.

“Okay then.” Seth chuckled, confused until his eyes grew wide. “Oh. Were you…?”

“Was thinking about it.” She confessed, blushing.

“Let’s go Rollins!” Dean shouted as he walked passed the two of them towards Gorilla. Elena watched him, knowing that there was no time to talk to him if he was headed out for a match. “Oh, and good match, El.” He tossed over his shoulder, a smirk on his face.

“Thanks.” She called after him, half-assed. The nerve she’d built up to talk to him rapidly draining. At this point she’d have to wait until after the match at least, if not after he showered, packed up, headed back to the hotel. At that point he’d probably sleep so it would have to wait until tomorrow morning, but he usually works out in the morning so it would have to wait until at least afternoon…

The feeling of Seth’s warm hands leaving her shoulders brought her back to reality. She barely thought to wish him a good match before she turned dejectedly towards the women’s locker room.

She didn’t realize Seth had been watching her the whole time she’d been thinking, nor did she realize the smirk he had on his face as she left.

After the show, Seth was walking to the rental he was sharing with Dean and Roman when he saw Nia and Alexa. He told Dean and Roman he’d join them in a second and jogged over to where the women were loading their trunk.

“Hey Seth!” Alexa perked up when she saw him. “Elena already got a ride with Dana, said she wasn’t feeling great. You came looking for her, right? You should go check on her once we-”

“No, actually. I was looking for you two.” He grinned, seeing right through what Alexa was doing.

“Oh.” Alexa deflated.

“You two know she doesn’t like me, right?” He stated.

“What?” Alexa gaped.

“We have no idea what you’re talking about.” Nia tried to cover coolly.

“Yes you do.” He continued. “I know you two have been trying to set us up, but she doesn’t like me.”

“How do you know?” Nia asked, narrowing her eyes.

“Guys,” Seth laughed. “She likes Dean.”

“What?” They gasped in unison, making Seth laugh harder.

“How do you know?” Nia questioned.

“Oh my god…” Alexa breathed as she thought about it. “Oh my god, it’s been so obvious!”

“Easy to say that once you already know.” Nia scoffed. “You’re the one who said she liked Seth.”

“I thought she was making lovey eyes at him! She was making them at Dean the whole time!” She defended. “That’s why she didn’t want to tell us.”

Seth smirked, turning to join the men at the rental.

“Wait!” Alexa tried to stop him. “Does he like her? What else do you know?”

Seth didn’t stop walking but called back to them over his shoulder. “You were playing in the little leagues. Welcome to the majors, ladies. We start planning tomorrow.”

[Group Text: Lexa Bear, Sethie, Jaxxx] [From: Lexa Bear] Let’s do lunch [From: Jaxxx] Yes [From: Sethie] Sounds like a plan [From: Jaxxx] 1pm?

Elena groaned at her phone. Another lunch date that she was sure would end up being just her and Seth again. She enjoyed spending time with Seth, that wasn’t the bother at all, but her friends were being awfully meddlesome for people who claimed they weren’t butting into her love life anymore.

[From: Lexa Bear] You in El??? [To: Group] Yeah I’m in [From: Sethie] Great. Where? [From: Lexa Bear] Not Italian. Anymore pasta and I won’t fit my gear

Elena couldn’t help but scoff. It’s not like Alexa would actually be eating there.

[From: Nia] Something chill? [From: Sethie] Any good diners in the area? [From: Nia] I’ll check

There was a lull as the group waited on Nia to check on the diner situation. Elena didn’t mind a diner so she didn’t respond, instead she started getting ready. She needed to eat lunch, so what did it matter if she fought against the plans and ate alone or got together with Seth at a diner.

[From: Nia] This place looks good.

The text was paired with a screenshot of a diner’s google page. It was called Tina’s, had 4.7 stars, and was only a few blocks away from the hotel. The screenshot had the address so Elena saved it to her phone.

[To: Group] I’m down [From: Sethie] Coffee coffee coffee coffee ☕☕☕ [From: Lexa Bear] Works for me [From: Jaxxx] Maybe decaf for Seth [From: Seth] 😫 [From: Nia] Meet there at 12:45? [To: Group] Why don’t we walk there together?

There was a lull in the conversation, but Elena didn’t notice as she was brushing her teeth.

[From: Lexa Bear] Nia and I are out shopping [From: Sethie] At the gym, meet you there [To: Group] Thanks for inviting me, losers 😒

Nia, Alexa and Seth all breathed a sigh of relief from a few doors down.

“I thought we were screwed for a second.” Nia admitted.

“How have you two made it this far without me?” Seth joked.

“What about Dean? Has he gotten back to you yet?” Alexa asked.

“No, but he’s probably out for a run. If he doesn’t get back to me by noon I’ll hunt him down.” Seth answered.

“What are you going to tell him?” Nia asked.

“Hey!” Dean greeted once he saw Elena sitting in a booth alone. “Seth couldn’t make it so he asked me to keep you company instead. Didn’t want’cha to think he stood you up.”

“Oh.” Elena gasped. She had been expecting to get stood up by Nia and Alexa, another plot to get her and Seth closer again, but never could have guessed she would be having lunch with Dean instead. She was suddenly hyper aware of her outfit: yoga pants and a hoodie. Dean had seen her dressed down, but that was before… she really wished she would have picked something nicer, or at least a little more flattering.

“’Less you don’t want me here?” Dean quirked an eyebrow at her.

“No! No, stay.” She jumped, gesturing for him to sit down. “Sorry, you just caught me off guard.” Dean slid into the booth, picking up the menu and glancing through it.

“Yeah. Sorry.” He shrugged off his jacket, tossing it onto the bench seat next to him.

“Did Seth say why he couldn’t make it?” She wondered.

“Said they needed him at the arena for somethin’. Dunno what. They don’t need me there so it can’t be that important.” He grinned.

“Yeah, I guess not.” Elena chuckled. “Unless they want him to turn on you again.”

“Too soon!” Dean groaned.

“It was 3 years ago.” Elena pointed out. “You might wanna try to move on.”

“Never.” He huffed. “What are we lookin’ at for eats?”

“Typical diner fare and an all-day breakfast. Soup of the day is…” She trailed off, trying to remember. “Hamburger macaroni, I think.”

“Been here a while?” He laughed.

“They said to meet at 12:45.” She rolled her eyes. “Pretty sure the waitress thought I was either waiting for my imaginary friends or got stood up.”

“Sorry.” Dean winced. “I was workin’ out when I got the message. Figured you’d appreciate if I took a shower.”

“I do. Totally worth the pity.”

“Oh wonderful!” The waitress, Debbie, sang as she approached the table. “Your friend is finally here. It’s awfully rude to make a lady wait like that you know.” She scolded Dean, propping her hand on her hip.

Elena bit her lip, trying not to laugh. The Lunatic Fringe getting a tear down from a plump diner waitress was too much. She wondered if Debbie would be so eager to go toe to toe with Dean if she’d ever seen him on TV.

“Yeah, that was my bad.” Dean sighed, scratching the back of his head. He looked somewhat apologetic, maybe even a little bashful. Elena never thought she’d use the word bashful to describe Dean, but it almost fit.

“Mmhmm.” Debbie hummed, glaring at him a moment longer before lifting up her pad and paper. “What can I getcha to drink?”

“Water, please.” He ordered. Debbie kept her glare trained on him for another moment, making him fidget in his seat. She finally turned to Elena.

“Another water, sweetie?” Debbie offered.

“Actually, can I get one of those lemonades you were telling me about earlier?” Elena asked.

“Of course. I think we even got some raspberry lemonade today.” She told her with a wink.

“Ooh, yes please.” Elena nodded. Debbie wrote it down on the pad and shot one more look Dean’s way before disappearing into the back. As soon as she was gone, Elena started laughing.

“Wow.” Dean breathed.

“She hates you!” Elena laughed.

“Who shit in her cornflakes?” He wondered, looking back at the door she’d gone through.

“Well, that’s what you get for making me wait here for you.” She teased.

“Seth should be the one gettin’ this, not me. It’s his fault.” He pointed out.

“Debbie doesn’t know that.” Elena shrugged. “Debbie doesn’t even know Seth.”

“Yeah well if I have to drag his ass down here myself after the show, I will.”

“Are you scared of her?” Elena smirked.

“M’not scared of no one.” Dean huffed.

“You’re scared of Debbie.” Elena sang.

“Bullshit.”

“You’re scared of me.” She smiled proudly.

“I’m not scared of you.” He laughed heartily.

“You don’t have to lie to me, I know you are.” She shrugged.

“Listen sweetheart,” Dean leaned forward and Elena could see the change in him immediately. The spark in his eyes and the subtle change in his manner, he was slipping into the Lunatic character. “I’ve been beat up by men five times your size. I’ve had tables, ladders and chairs thrown at me. Forks, barbed wire, saws. I had to sew my own nipple back on after a match. I’ve gone through shit you couldn’t even imagine.”

Elena bit her lip, focusing on keeping her breathing steady. The wild energy in his eyes was drawing her in.

“Why would I be scared of you? I could kick your ass any day of the week, little girl.” He growled.

“You could do what now?” A shriek from behind Dean broke the haze that had settled over the two of them. Elena looked up to see Debbie had retuned, holding their drinks.

“Uhh, I didn’t mean…” Dean paled, eyes widening as he realized how bad that must have sounded.

“He’s an actor.” Elena lied, trying to come up with a half decent cover story. “He’s preparing for an audition. I’m just helping.”

“An actor, huh?” Debbie asked, approaching the table and setting the drinks down.

“I know, he’s not very good yet but he’s learning.” Elena sighed. Dean glared at her, knowing that being a bad actor still sounded better than what Debbie had probably thought was going on. Debbie shot him a look and he just shrugged.

“Well, Mr. Actor,” Debbie drawled, “do you know what you’re having?”

“Yeah, the uh…” He paused, looking back at the menu. “I’ll have the shaggy burger, everything on it, and curly fries please.”

Debbie wrote it all down before turning to Elena. “And you, sweetie?” Dean rolled his eyes at the favoritism.

“Can I get the Buddah Bowl with grilled chicken added, please?”

“Sure thing.” Debbie wrote it down and made her way back to the kitchen again.

“Well that was smart.” Elena laughed. “Threatening me in public with a bunch of people who don’t know what we do for a living.”

“You provoked me, you little suck up.” Dean growled.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Elena sang innocently, taking a sip of her lemonade.

Lunch continued the same way. Dean and Elena with their usual back and forth, even if Elena had to fight to not get too flustered a few times, and Debbie giving Dean dirty looks the whole time. The food was good and they both agreed they would eat there again next time they’re in the area. They easily lost track of time as they chatted but soon realized they had to leave or risk being late for the show.

“You know, honey,” Debbie spoke to Elena as she set the bill on the table. She glanced Dean’s way for a second. “An unemployed, scruffy looking actor who keeps you waiting? You can do a lot better.”

Dean and Elena both sputtered, caught completely off guard by Debbie’s statement.

“No, we’re not-“ Elena shook her head.

“It’s not like- Dean argued.

“We’re just-“

“Not together together-”

“This wasn’t a date-“

“Wait a minute, scruffy?”

“We’re just friends.”

Debbie watched the two of them flounder, Elena and Dean both getting flustered and avoiding eye contact with each other. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking back and forth between the two of them.

“Mmhmm.” She hummed. “Well you two have a nice day, now. And keep in mind what I said, sweetie. You’ll need that advice sooner or later.” She simply said before walking away.

The two continued to avoid eye contact with each other as they gathered their things, silence passing between them. Dean grabbed his wallet, throwing some money on the table.

“Oh, you don’t have to.” Elena protested.

“I made you wait, it’s only fair.” Dean argued.

“No, I can pay for my own at the very least.” Elena opened her purse, putting some more money on the table.

“I said I got it.” Dean huffed, picking the money up and forcing it back into her hand.

“This wasn’t a-“

“I know.”

“You don’t have to-“

“I want to.”

“Just because she-“

“Just let me pay, dammit!” He grunted before storming away from the table. Elena tossed the money back into her purse and rushed after him.

Elena entered the locker room, hair a mess, bag open and overflowing, and rushing since she was running behind. Ever since she left the diner, her mind had been in a wild tailspin. She was overthinking everything, especially both of their reactions to when Debbie thought they were together. Was she that obvious? Dean seemed pretty put off by it, so maybe it’s better he didn’t know. She should just keep it to herself, unless he could already tell. If she was a better liar she wouldn’t have to worry about it.

“Hey, how was lunch?” Alexa asked, feigning innocence.

“Seth didn’t go.” Elena answered shortly, trying to focus on getting ready.

“Why not?” Alexa frowned.

“Got called to the arena early, I don’t know. Dean came instead.” She shrugged, digging through her bag for her gear.

“Dean? That’s interesting.” Nia jumped into the conversation.

“Yeah, I guess.” Elena huffed, distracted.

“Are you okay?” Nia reached over, resting a hand on Elena’s arm.

“I’m good. Just… frazzled I guess.” Elena shrugged, finally pulling her gear out of her bag. She wanted to talk about it, if even just to help her mind to stop buzzing, but now wasn’t the time or place. Even if she was ready to open up to the girls, she didn’t need any of this making its way through the locker room rumor mill.

“You sure you’re okay? I’ve never seen you this… out of it.” Alexa pointed out.

“I’m good, I promise. I… I gotta go, I’m late for make-up.” She shook the two of them off, bolting from the locker room.

“Well, that clearly didn’t go as well as we hoped.” Nia drawled, leaning against the lockers.

“This would be a lot easier if they weren’t so stubborn.” Alexa huffed.

“Don’t worry, between the three of us we’ll figure this out.” Nia told her.

“Unless it implodes right in front of us before we can.” Alexa worried.

“Anything from Seth yet?” Nia asked.

“No.” Alexa shook her head, checking her phone again to make sure. “Maybe things went better on his side?”

“Look, I’m not above locking those two in a closet until they agree to talk about it.” Nia threatened.

Alexa couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, as much as I think that would work, let’s not jump right to it, okay? We’ve got a few more things we can before resorting to that.”

Part 5

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