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dirtywrestling · 7 months

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Hateful Lovers - Pete Dunn (18+)

Pairing: Pete Dunne x Female!Reader

Summary: You can't stand Pete and Pete can't stand you. What happens when you two are booked in the same hotel room together for one night?

Warnings: 18+, Enemies to Lovers, Reader is a tease, Pete lowkey an ass, Cussing, Cream pie, Smut, Minors DNI

Word Count: 4,995

Based On: This Imagine

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Your back collided with the tough mat as Bailey gave you a Russian leg sweep, the breath knocking out of your lungs. “You forgot to exhale.” Bayley pointed out as she noticed the sharp exhale noise you did.

“I’m fine.” You called out to her as Bayley started to get up, she grabbed you by the hair, getting you onto your feet.

Bayley grabbed your left forearm, pushing you back towards the ropes to give you an irish whip. As you were being thrown away from the ropes and towards the other side, you heard the heavy entrance door shut, echoing throughout the arena. Too much in your mind you hit the ropes and rushed towards Bayley, giving her a shoulder tackle.

Bayley’s back collided with the mat as she took the bump. “Oh yeah, she doesn’t want any of this!” You cockily said to the invisible fans trying to rile ‘them’ up but it was mostly for your entertainment.

Since it was a Thursday evening and tomorrow night for Smackdown was in Tampa, Florida you decided to come a day early and train at the performance center. Thankfully one of your favorite people to work with, Bayley also had the same intention and you both started a practice match right away.

Bayley was selling her back from the shoulder tackle, you rushed towards the ropes, as she slid towards you, on her stomach, you jumped over her and rushed towards the other side. “Hip toss!” Bayley shouted out as you see her already on her feet ready for your attack. Connecting arms, you slightly jumped on the ball of your feet and did a front bump.

“That was dog shit!” A gruff English accent shouted, looking over at the side of the ring you scrunch your nose at the sight of Pete Dunne, leaning against the ring. “My grandma can take a better hip toss.” Pete scuffed.

You remember hearing the door to the building shut but didn’t know who entered, sadly it was your worst enemy, Pete Dunne. You don’t understand what you said or did to this fellow but ever since the first week being with the company had nothing nice to say to you. “Get out of here Pete, you sewer rat!” You barked, trying to focus on what to do next with Bayley.

“I’ll get out of here once I’m done with training, how about you hurry up and get out of here.” Pete crossed his arms, watching as Bayley wrenched on your arm. Doing a backroll with Bayley still attached to your arm, you started to hit her with forearms from your right arm until she let go. As Bayley stumbled back to catch her breath, you whipped yourself around, staring down at Pete as you leaned over the time rope.

“How about you go take a shower, it looks like you haven’t bathed in a week.”

“Sadly no hot water in the sewers.” Pete teased with a smirk, his eyes drifting behind you.

Feeling Bayley arm wrap around you, grabbing your wrist she pulled you into a ripcord, now facing her she wrapped her arms around your body and gave you her finisher, Bayley to Belly. You grunted as you went down on the mat and she covered you.

“One, two, three!” Pete said fast and slapping his hand on the mat even faster. You kicked out at ‘three’ only for Pete to intimidate the bell. “You lose, you suck, now leave. Sheamus and I want to practice.”

You laid there as Bayley pulled away and now was resting on her knees as she looked down at you. “You okay?” She asked for the second time during the practice match.

Your eyes stung, you couldn’t tell if it was from sweat getting into them or if you were crying. Pete’s words blow at your confidence in the ring and now you are nervous that you’ll have two left feet for tomorrow night or even worse, forget your spots.

The sound of Pete’s large hand slapping against the mat echoed throughout the room, making you jump slightly. “Come on ladies, move!” Pete yelled as he jumped on the side of the ring, wiping his shoes before entering between the ropes.

“Come on, let's go get some lunch.” Bayley said as she stood up on her feet and extended her hand for you to take. Reaching for her, you cupped your hand into hers as she pulled you up on your feet and guided you to the other side of the ring to leave. “You’re a dickhead, Dunne.”

You and Bayley exited from the ring and headed towards your bags. “Hey now, it’s not my fault Y/N is terrible in the ring.” Pete said, leaning against the top rope, watching as you packed your items. “Right, Y/N?”

You didn’t say anything as you threw over a sweatshirt and pulled over the hoodie so you could shield yourself from Pete’s cruel words. “Right, Y/N?” Pete asked once more, sounding a bit sad that you wouldn’t respond to him. “Y/N?” Pete called out once more as you threw your gym back over your shoulder and made your way towards the exit.

“Try not to scare off Sheamus with your rudeness, Pete.” Bayley said as Sheamus walked up the ring steps.

“Huh?” Sheamus asked in pure confusion as he missed the whole situation unfold due to getting his workout clothes on. Sheamus didn’t miss the way Bayley glared at the Brit and neither did Pete. Sheamus shook his head after seeing you and Bayley leave. “Bro, you’re going to ruin your chance with her.”

“Shut up and wrestle me.” Pete snapped, not wanting to talk about his consequences.

Your mind was boggled while your eyes were in a daze, staring up at the bright stadium lights blooming down on you. ‘What the fuck happened? What was the spot? What did I do? Where are we in the match?’

All these thoughts rushed into your mind all at once until you noticed paramedics sliding in the ring next to you. “Y/N, Y/N. Can you hear me?” A male said.

“Hmm.” You mumbled, blinking a few times trying to slowly sit up.

“Woah, woah, wait. You might have a concussion. Hold on.” The paramedic examined your eyes as you were squinting from the light behind him. “Okay, we’re going to get you up. Alright?”

“Yeah.” Your voice was soft and your headache but you slowly started to remember what happened as you looked around, the crowd almost silent until you got onto your feet. They cheered as you stood on your own, a bit wobbly. Some fans were in near tears thinking you actually got hurt, thinking it was all a part of the show. But, you really did get hurt.

“B- Bayley, where’s Bayley?” You asked, looking around while the two paramedics helped you through the ropes and out of the ring.

“She’s backstage.” The blonde paramedic said as he helped you up the long ramp and back behind the curtains.

“Christ, Y/N are you okay?” Bayley asked, rushing towards you and giving you a big hug. You winced making her back away.

“I’m- I’m fine.” You said, ignoring the pounding feeling in your head and the pain in your neck.

“What the hell happened out there?” Bayley asked. “It was like you forgot the spot we did and I nearly knocked you out.” Bayley frowned.

Your eyes cast upon the tile floor as your mouth became dry. “I did.” You finally looked up at her with a frown. “I did forget my spot. I don’t know what happened, it was like I was too much in my own head and well I just froze.” You frowned not knowing what happened. Something caught your eyes behind Bayley, in the distance.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you saw Pete Dunne in the background, his brown eyes stared at you while his tag team partners were talking about tonight's match. The look on Pete’s face had your stomach in knots, it looked as if he had guilt written all over him. You felt your face heat up, this man was the reason why you became anxious in the ring. He made you second guess yourself when doing moves all because he criticized you during all of your practice matches.

You balled your hands into tight fists that your nails dug into your palm, you were about to take a step towards him to confront him but Bayley stopped you in your tracks.

“Don’t do it, he’s not worth it.” She said, wrapping her arm over your shoulder and guiding you away from the group. You looked over your shoulder to give Pete one last glance only to see his sad puppy dog eyes were staring at the floor as if he was second guessing himself.

The city lights were bright and beautiful in the night sky. Your head rested against the cool window as you watched the building pass by as you sat in the back of some strangers' car. You weren’t big on uber drivers especially being alone and late at night, but you wanted to get the hell out of that arena, you wanted to be alone. Plus, it wasn’t like any car dealerships were open so you could rent one.

As your eyes were slowly becoming heavy and the comfortable coolness of the window slowly drifted to sleep before the car came to a stop. “We’re here.” The driver said with a smile.

Jerking your body away from the window, you sniffed slightly and rubbed your eyes. Looking out to make sure it was your hotel you gathered your items. “Thank you, I’ll leave you a five star review.”

“I appreciate that, thank you!” The driver named Jacob, or Jake, you couldn’t really remember, spoke to you. Exiting out of the car you threw your bag over your shoulder. As your uber drove away, another SUV took its place, pulling up behind you. Paying no mind to it, you walked inside, squinting at the fluorescent lights beaming brightly in the lobby.

Blinking a few times, your eyes adjusted to the brightness as you approached a woman smiling at you with a neatly pressed uniform on. “Hi! Do you have a reserved room?”

“Huh, no actually I was hoping you guys had extra rooms left?” You wanted to face palm for not ordering the room in advance but you were busy with other things such as training, exploring the city and even running into a few fans while doing so.

You watched as the woman typed on the computer. The more she scrolled through whatever page she was looking at the more you worried they were out of rooms. The weight of your back was starting to kill your shoulders and you wished something would pop up soon before your lower back and shoulders gave out. As you were about to call it quits and find another hotel the woman smiled and looked at you. “It looks like someone just canceled their reservation. I have a bed for the night.”

A sigh of relief exhaled your breath as your tired eyes were begging for sleep and your body begging for a hot shower. “Yes please, I’ll take it.”

“Aye, wait!” A thick British accent erupted behind you. “I need a room too! Don’t you dare tell me you’re getting the last room, Y/N.”

You cringed behind you hearing Pete’s voice shout in your ear, you wanted to spin around and smack him for causing you a headache but you withheld yourself. “I’m sorry sir, but she was here first and got the last room.” The worker informed Pete.

“Nuh-Huh, I am not paying for another uber to drive me to another hotel.” Pete’s voice was now echoing throughout the lobby and the last thing you needed was someone recording his little tantrum. “I’m crashing with her.”

“Oh the fuck you are!” You hissed towards the male. “You are not sleeping in the same room as me.” You argued back.

“I am not going anywhere until I get that fucking room key.” Pete stared down at you, his dark brown eyes staring into you. He was tired as well, the dark circles under his eyes were heavy and you could tell not only was he tired but cranky.

“If you two can’t come to an agreement I need you both to leave or I’ll call the cops.” The woman said with a shaky voice, obviously uncomfortable with the yelling. You gritted your teeth knowing the only way you were getting that room was if Pete was too.

“I’ll even pay.”

“I can pay for myself.” You spat at him.

“Really? Last time I checked your sales were down and you weren’t getting shit in your paychecks.” Pete smirked down at you as you looked away. You hated that somehow someone leaked your rating of merch sales.

“Fine.” You stepped away from the counter for Pete to pay for the room as you headed towards the elevator, not wanting to be around him. Pete pulled out his wallet and handed the woman his credit card as she swiped it for payment in exchange for the room key.

You huffed with an eye roll as you watched Pete stroll towards you with a cocky smirk on his face. “Since I paid for the room, I got the bed.” He pressed the up button for the elevator.

Your jaw dropped at his words. “Oh hell no I fucked my neck up during the match tonight. I am not sleeping on the floor.” You stomped your foot against the marble flooring like a child.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open, Pete walked in first and pressed the button for what floor our room was on. “Well, I’m not sleeping on the floor.” Pete chuckled. “Guess we’ll share the bed or you can sleep in the bathtub, you’re choice.” Pete shrugged watching you slip in the elevator right before the doors closed.

“Whatever.” You mumbled, wrapping your arms around your aching body, you held yourself tight as you watched the numbers climb up and stop at the fourth floor. As the doors opened you followed Pete down the hallway towards the room. Not saying a word to him, you watched as he swiped the card and opened the door.

Looking inside you saw it was a pretty standard hotel room. One queen size bed in the middle of the room, there was a dresser and the television on top of it. The mini fridge was tucked in the corner with a microwave on top. “Cozy.” Pete hummed, placing his bag on top of the bed and digging through it.

You placed your bag on the other side of the bed, which faced the AC. “Nuh-Huh, I paid for it so I get the AC side.” Pete said.

Rolling your eyes, you didn’t fight with the Brit, grabbing your bag you tossed it to the other side of the bed, rounding the foot of the bed you went on your side and went back to digging through the duffle. Gathering your pajamas you went towards the bathroom to shower. Shutting and locking the door you exhaled a tiring breath.

Just one night, you can do this for one night. Is what you yourself as you look at your reflection in the mirror.

Sighing softly you exit the bathroom fully clean in a fresh pair of pajamas. You rubbed the towel against your damp hair to collect any more of the water as you walked back to the bed. You froze seeing Pete laying on top of the covers flipping through the channels on the television. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” You choked out, looking away from him.

“Watching tv?” Pete raised an eyebrow towards me.

“Where are your pajamas?” You shouted, still shielding your eyes away from Pete who was only in his boxers.

“I’m wearing them.”

“No! You’re wearing boxers, where is your shirt and pants?”

“I get hot when I sleep, you’re fine. We basically wear nothing when we wrestle anyways.” Pete pointed out.

Groaning, you looked to see that he was now under the blanket. Moving towards the bed you pulled back the covers and got under them, laying on the soft mattress. “You better stay on your side.” You demanded, laying on the other side of the bed, nearly hanging off.

“With pleasure.” Pete grumbled as he shut the television off and rolled over, the room was eerily dark and the only thing to be heard with Pete’s shallow breaths as you slowly fell asleep.

Your body was fuming like a furnace, uncomfortably hot and slightly sweaty. Your eyes still shut as you were partially asleep until you tried to move but a large arm was wrapped around your waist. Sighing softly, you relaxed into the pillow and were about to drift off fully to sleep until you remembered where you were and who you were with.

Your eyes snapped open. Darkness filled the room, looking towards the nightstand the red lines of the clock showed it being 2:33am. Pete’s arm still wrapped around your waist in a tight hug, you tried wiggling away from him but you were already so close to the edge. Freezing when you heard Pete grumbling in his sleep, you didn’t want to wake him. He was already so crabby when he was awake you didn’t want to know what he was like when being forced out of his sleep.

A silent squeal escaped your lips as Pete pulled your body closer to his, your back flushed against his bare chest. You felt your face heat up and your body becoming warmer. This man’s body temperature was built differently as if he could survive the winter with no coat or jacket. You exhaled a slow breath, grabbing his wrist you tried pulling his arm off of you but in that moment Pete scooted closer to you making you freeze.

That’s when you felt it. The rigid hardness against your cheeks through your thin pajama bottoms. Pete’s hard cock grinds against your ass, a soft moan escaping Pete’s throat in his sleep. You quickly pushed Pete away from you harshly, gagging loudly.

Pete snored, jolting awake his heavy eyelids opening in alert manner as he scanned the room. “Wh- What? What!” Pete shouted as he noticed you gagging and now standing by the side of the bed. “What the fuck, Y/N! I’m sleeping!”

“Why are you hard?” You shouted at him.

Pete took a moment to hear your words. “What? I’m not!” Pete said, hold the blanket closer to his form.

“Yes you are! You were cuddling me and I felt your boner against my ass!” You felt the need to rush to the bathroom to take another hot shower and scrub your body.

“Why were you letting me cuddle you!” Pete argued back.

“What- What do you mean! I was asleep and when I woke up you were cuddling me! I didn’t force you to cuddle me!” You yelled back at him.

“I’m a cuddler! I cuddle in my sleep! I’m sorry!” Pete said aggressively but he meant his apology. “Just come back to bed and go to sleep, we have to get up in a few hours.” Pete dug himself back into the mattress and pulled the blanket closer to him.

“You expect me to sleep in the same bed with you while you have a boner?” Your eyes darted towards the blanket where he was pitching a tent and back up to his face.

“Well, I can’t really get rid of it right now, now can I?” Pete hissed as he rolled over, his back facing you.

You swallowed, slowly you climbed back into the bed, the mattress dipping with your weight now being on it as you pulled the covers up, you stared at the ceiling. “So, like, does it hurt?”

“What?”

“Your boner, does it hurt?”

There was a silent pause for a few seconds before Pete spoke again. “I mean, it doesn’t hurt like painfully but it’s annoying. Why do you want to help me get rid of it?” Pete threw in a bit of sassiness into the question but there was that long pause waiting for you to reply.”

“If you want me to.”

“What?” Pete asked again.

“I said if you want me to.”

“Shut the fuck up and go to bed, Y/N.”

You felt the covers being pulled more towards Pete as he held them closer to himself. “No, I mean it. I mean I don’t like you and I know you don’t like me but I’m not going to let you suffer in pain.”

Pete rolled over, his back on the mattress as he now was in the same position as you. “One, I’m not in pain and two, I don’t… Not like you.” Pete said. “You’re annoying, okay? But I don’t… Hate you, I mean you get on my nerves but I don’t hate you.”

“But you’re always so mean to me.” You frowned, looking at him.

Pete turned his head and looked at you with a shrug. “I’m British.” He laughed. “Well, if you’d really like to help me, it has been awhile since a tight cunt has been around my cock.”

You felt your cheeks burn at how he spoke cooly about not having sex in a while. “Maybe I changed my mind.”

“Don’t tease me girl, my cock is aching to be touched.” Pete whispered only for you to giggle, hearing him beg sounded different from Pete when he wasn’t yelling at you in the ring.

In a swift motion, you were on top of him, straddling his lap, pinning his cock against his toned stomach. Pete hissed softly at the feeling of your weight pinning him. “Thatt’a girl.” Pete hummed, his hands going to your waist, massaging it.

Slowly grinding your hips against him, you let out a soft moan as your clothed clit grinds against his cock. “Fuck.” Pete sighed, tilting his head back.

Looking down at the motions of your hips you saw Pete’s pre-come already staining his boxers. “Someone’s eager.”

“Shut up.” Pete bit back slightly with a blush upon his face.

“It’s cute.” You hummed, raising yourself up you pulled his tight boxers down his thighs, exposing his thickness. You admired how it bounced out of the confinement of his boxers and twitched freely, begging to be touched again. You awkwardly kicked off your pajama pants and tossed them to the side, now straddling Pete once more but with panties on.

Grinding against him once again, the fabric of your thong grazed against his growing cock with each movement. “Hmm.” Pete hummed deeply. “Need you, now.” He moaned.

“Say please.” You smiled, it wasn’t everyday you see Pete Dunne begging.

“Baby, please.” Pete sucked in a breath as your movements went slower against his cock. “Y/N, please ride me.” Pete swallowed thickly as his voice was hoarse. “Need your tight pussy around me, make me feel good.”

Your stomach clenched hearing Pete whine and beg for you to fuck him, to give him the relief that he so needs. “Well,” You placed your hand upon his chest and slowly dragged it down, you could feel his skin break out in goosebumps. “Since you’ve asked so nicely.” You raised yourself up once more and pushed aside your soaked panties and slowly grind your bareness against Pete’s cock, rubbing your juices against him.

Pete shivered at your actions, his dark lustful brown eyes watching your every move, a soft groan escaped his lips as you grabbed his thick cock. “Is this what you wanted?” You asked, slowly placing the tip in between your lips.

“Y- Yes, fuck yes please.” Pete panted heavily as his cock twitched in between your folds as your pussy slowly swallowed him as you sunk yourself down. “Oh, fuck.” Pete sang as he was buried deep inside of you. “You fucking feel fantastic.” Pete sighed, his eyes fluttering shut.

You let out a soft sigh as Pete was stretching your walls to a perfect meter. “Hmm, you feel good too.” You gave him a wolfish grin, rolling your hips Pete sucked in a breath.

“Fuck, if you keep doing that you’re gonna make me come.” Pete whimpered out.

“That’s the plan.” You snickered as you started to slowly rise yourself up, you sunk back down doing this motion repeatedly and started to pick up momentum. Soon you were slamming yourself down Pete’s cock, choked moans left the both of you as you were fucking yourself on him. “Fuck, Pete!” You cried out as your walls tightened around his thickness, your creamy juices dripping down his heavy sac and onto the bed sheets.

“Shit, Y/N. You’re fucking sucking me in deep, princess.” Pete moaned, planting his feet on the mattress, he gripped your waist and started to pound up into you. Your jaw dropped slightly as his cock head was hitting all the right spots. “Fuck, yes, yes fucking take this cock!” Pete sobbed as his cock kept pushing further inside of you, his balls slapped against your skin, echoing throughout the room. “Fuck, almost yes, almost there, that’s it. Y/N, fuck, gonna take my come baby? You’re gonna fucking take it!” Pete’s cock twitched harshly inside of you, hinting to you that he was close to his orgasm.

“What- What the fuck?” Pete asked as you pinned his waist down to the mattress. “Y/N? What the fuck, I was about to come.” Pete panted, sweat forming on his brow as he scrunched them in confusion.

“Well, Pete since you’ve done nothing but torment me since I’ve been in the company. I think it’s time for payback.” You stopped your movements but Pete’s hard length was still fully inside you.

“No, no, no!” Pete sobbed. “Please, Y/N I’m sorry. I should have never been mean to you, just please, fuck- please let me come inside your sweet pussy.” Pete was begging as if his life depended on it. Pete let out a sob as you squeezed your walls tightly around his thick cock. “Fuckin’ hell! Don’t be a bitch!” Pete sobbed.

“Me, a bitch?” You laughed. “You’ve torched me, Dunne. Got in my head, made me injure myself in a match all because of your cruel words. I think you can let me fucking enjoy this and have you writher underneath me.”

Pete swallowed thickly, slightly twitching but he nodded in agreement. “Say it.” You said.

“I- I’ll be good.” Pete whispered.

“Say ‘I’ll be a good boy’.”

“I’ll be a good boy.” Pete corrected himself. “I’ll be a good boy for you, Y/N.” Pete shivered underneath you, his cock still hard in your tight channel.

“Good boy.” You smiled down at him as you slowly started to rock your hips against him, grinding at your own pace. “Hmm, I have to say, Pete. You have an impressive cock.” You moaned as you bounced your ass back down on him.

“T- Thank you, thank you, Y/N.” Pete’s cock twitched inside of you. “I- I don’t know if I can hold back any longer.” Pete whimpered. The sucktion of your wet cunt had his cock aching and begging to release his seed.

“Shh, just a little longer. I like the feeling of your thick dick inside of me.” You let out a cute little moan that made Pete twitch again, driving him crazy. “I’ve thought about you a few times.” You slid back down on his cock, going back up, his cock nearly exiting out of your fucked pussy but you pushed back down, moaning.

“Y- Yeah?” Pete choked, watching your movements with hooded eyes. “Like how?” His hands still gripping your waist but never trying to make you move faster.

“Slowly riding you like this, taking you in the ring during practice matches, fucking you backstage.” You shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal. “Daydreaming of you making a mess of me, stuff like that.”

“I- I can do that.” Pete gripped your waist, nails digging into your flesh.

“I know you will and we’re gonna.” You started to pick up the pace once more, the sweet sound of his dick entering your wet pussy echoed off the hotel room walls. “And we’re going to start by you coming deep inside of me.” You moaned, gripping his chest, you raked your nails down his bare skin making Pete hiss in agony and pain but he didn’t dare complain because he didn’t want you to stop.

“Come in me Pete, come deep inside of me.” You moaned as you slammed down on his cock, the bed shaking underneath the both of you as you fucked yourself harder on him.

Pete’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as the sweet taste of relief started to climb higher. “Oh- Oh fuck, oh god- Y/N. Fuck! Take it, take it baby!” Pete cried.

Gasping loudly you felt his hot seed explode inside of you as you chased your own orgasm, your vision blurred as you screamed Pete’s name, still bouncing on his cock while you rode out your high. “Oh Petey, fuck!” Shivering, it felt like lightning bolts shot up your back at the overdosing feeling of Pete’s come painting your insides. You both exhaled a breath and you slowly rolled off of him, nuzzling against his naked body.

A comfortable silence formed between the two of you. You could feel yourself slowly fall asleep until Pete said something.

“You know, maybe you are good at something.”

“Is that something being your cock warmer?”

“You’re gonna get me riled up again, doll.” Pete growled as he pulled you closer to his form and kissed the top of your head. “But yes.”

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theworldofotps · 5 months

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Little Bit Of A Brat (Drabble)

Pairing: Pete Dunne x Reader Word Count: 635 Prompt: "It's hot when you talk back"

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If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. ________ Pete wasn’t sure what had gotten into his girlfriend lately, but he was secretly loving it. Normally she wasn’t too bratty in front of his coworkers. But the last couple of days she had been being a super brat, it was probably since he’d been so busy without much time for anything except work. Pete had invited her out to spend two weeks on the road with him and suddenly was slammed with house shows, meet and greets the list went on.

He knew she was trying to be understanding but that bratty part of her was starting to really dislike not having much of his attention since he’d be so tired back at the hotel. Pete tried to keep that in mind when she rolled her eyes and gave him attitude. But flipping him off and walking away when he tried to ask if she wanted to get dinner was the last straw.

Collecting his bag Pete left catering slowly making his way down the hallway at a casual pace. Normally he would follow right after her into his locker room and handle the bratty behavior but this time he wanted to try something a little different. Pete knew she was expecting him, so he decided to take the long way round.

By the time he was at the locker room door he knew she’d probably be thinking he got busy again, stopping at the door he listened for any noise then pushed it open. Holding back a smirk at the daggers, she threw his way Pete dropped his bag on a chair. Walking past her he got the towel from his toiletry bag, then turned on the shower so he could wash up.

“Strip.”

He told her in a low but firm voice watching as her chin rose her eyes slightly narrowed as she smirked at him.

“I’m a grown woman I think I can decide for myself when I need to get undressed or in the shower. Besides don’t want to waste time getting undressed only for you to run off for another engagement for work.”

“Mm it’s hot when you talk back. I wasn’t giving you a choice brat I said strip and get your ass in the shower.”

“Make me.”

He loved when she got like this so Pete scooped her up putting her on his shoulder making his way back into the bathroom as she tried to wiggle away. Giving a warning slap to her ass he set her down on her feet and given the fact she was wearing one of his black shirts. He ripped it down the middle watching the pieces pool around her hips.

“Now are you going to be a good girl and finish undressing or are you going to continue to be a brat?”

Her silence left him to grab her sweatpants, pulling them down her legs followed by her undergarments. Carrying her squirming body once more he set her on her feet in the shower and grabbed his washcloth lathering it with soap.

“I know you’re upset with me and I’m sorry I know we were supposed to spend these two weeks together. I didn’t know until last minute that all this stuff was going to be given to me.”

He slowly started washing her body and back letting the water hit them both as he scrubbed them clean.

“I took the next four days off so we can do whatever you want when we get to each city.”

Watching her eyes light up Pete smiled kissing her forehead before turning her into the water to rinse off then himself.

“But we can’t let your behavior go unpunished so on your knees dove and don’t fight me about it, we both know how much you love having my cock in your mouth.”

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and god’s words were spoken that day

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trent-seven-army · 2 years

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Believe Me - Chapter 1

A Real Man

Pairing: Pete Dunne x OFC

Other Main Characters: Matt Riddle, William Regal

Category: Angst

Warning(s): Swearing, domestic abuse, implied self harm, implied non-con

Tags - Let me know if you want to be added!!: @sldghmmr

Authors Notes:

I posted this a while ago on my A03, but I deleted my account oops. So I’m gonna repost on here! Chapter a day ;) Also, whilst I know the real names of Pete’s wife & his daughter.. I decided to change them for the sake of this story. Hopefully that doesn’t bother anyone, and I hope you enjoy!! ❤️

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Pete had spent hours there - sat alone, TV on, though barely paying attention. Honestly, he was bored out’ve his mind. He thought about playing some music, finding a book to read, or throwing some trainers on and going for a run. Anything. But at least the boredom came with a silver lining; there was no chance of him doing something wrong; it wasn’t the most fun, but it was the most safe.

Noticing how dry his mouth was, he glanced towards the sink.

For Fuck’s sake, just get a drink. She can’t be mad at you for drinking water. Just stand up, you’ll be fine.

Despite the mental pep talk, Pete’s body sank further into the cushions. They weren’t comfortable, he wasn’t comfortable. They were okay at first, familiar if nothing else, but the corners awkwardly dug into his back, and he was beginning to cramp. Still, he wouldn’t dare move them. Creasing them was bad enough.

The clock ticked, as it did every minute, and every time Pete slightly flinched. By this point, he’d muted the TV (He can only watch the same Peaky Blinders episode so many times). The quiet was half refreshing. Opportunities to clear his mind were few and far between, and the silence made a change from the tedious background noise. That being said, it also left room for Pete’s imagination to fill in the blanks, which wasn’t always kind to him. Every tick became a bang, every breeze a howl.

Mercifully, Pete’s phone started ringing; it was an excuse to move, and his tense muscles were more than grateful. Straightening his frame, he pressed accept without bothering to check who it was.

“Hey Bro!”

Matt. Of course it was.

“Hey..” Pete replied, a surge of relief overtaking him.

Though he’d never give Matt the satisfaction of saying it out loud, Pete had really missed his voice. It’d been a few weeks since they last spoke, which should be understandable - Riddle was a champion now, and NXT’s schedule wasn’t too light either. Deep down though, Pete knew he could’ve tried harder to see him, or even just called him. He had all the excuses ready, that being a good boyfriend and father meant less of a social life. But they were just that. Excuses.

“I almost forgot what you sounded like bro, have you been okay?”

“Yeah, course.” No. “Just busy.”

Matt was the closest thing to a best friend Pete had; he genuinely wanted to be more chatty, indulge in random conversations and laugh until their sides hurt. God, it’d been so long since Pete laughed.. But Matt could read him like a book. If he said too much, he’d find out.

“Are you sure..? It’s just, I heard you missed promo class at the PC again? I’m worried about you..”

He knows. You let it go too far, and now he fucking knows. He’ll tell Damian, because of course he will, and the whole locker room will find out. They’ll all see how pathetic you are.

“M’fine.” Pete grumbled. “I don’t fucking need promo class.” He flared.

Matt sighed down the phone - it wasn’t quite anger, not even frustration. It mainly echoed concern, not that Pete deserved it. He’d love to give a logical reason for missing class, like fatherly duties, or a measly temperature. The truth however? Last week, he was lying in the bath, and couldn't bring himself to get out; the week before that, he was too exhausted after sleeping on the goddamn floor for two nights.

“You know Pete, I don’t think Regal would like hearing you say that.”

“Regal’s not here, is he?”

Most people were used to Pete’s aggression; not everyone could handle it, but expected it nonetheless. Everyone besides Pete that was. His abrasion was never intentional, yet somehow became inevitable.

“Do you wanna.. talk?” Matt asked sincerely.

Yes. “I’m good mate, seriously. Guess I’ve just been a bit cranky.. April’s not been sleeping great.”

What kind’ve man blames his daughter? What the fuck are you doing?? Just tell him! TELL HIM!!

“Well Stallion, it’s your lucky day - it’s my night off, so I’m taking you for a beer.” Riddle said, and Pete could just hear the goofy smile on his face. “No arguments.” He added.

Two friends grabbing a beer; it sounded simple, because it was, or at least should be. The offer was unknowingly weighted however, and Pete’s stomach was knotting. Too much could go wrong. What if he got drunk? He might start talking, start revealing things that were better left unsaid. As sad as it was, Matt was the only real friendship in Pete’s life - he couldn’t risk fucking that up. No one could know.. But Matt especially.

“M-mate.. I can’t leave April on her own.”

“Won’t Millie be home? They can have a mother/daughter night while the Broserweights take over Orlando!” Matt laughed.

If literally anyone else was asking this, Pete would shut it down in seconds. Not that anyone else would bother asking - years of distancing himself meant people stopped trying - Matt just had this annoying habit of being loyal. Pete was thankful for that really.

“...Fine. Text me which pub, I’ll meet you at 8.” He gave in.

“That’s my guy!!”

“One beer, you hear me? Just one.”

“Whatever you say Bro. See you later!”

“Bye..” Pete said shakily, despising his nerves for creeping through his voice. Just tell him. “...M-Matt..?” He began, before realising he’d already hung up.

Sighing deeply, Pete once again peered towards the sink. And once again, he stayed put. That was enough bravery for one day.

Whatever you do, don’t let Matt know. He’s only inviting you out of pity, he doesn’t actually care. What good reason does he have?? You stopped calling him, he probably hates you. He hates you just like everyone else does. If you told him, he’d laugh in your face. Don’t fucking tell him.

The clock ticked, he jumped.

****

What felt like years later, the front door unlocked, and Pete’s breath simultaneously calmed down and sped up. Only a second passed before his beautiful little girl was toddling towards him, still dressed in her butterfly coat and wellies.

Leaning backwards, Pete lifted April onto his knee, his eyes lighting up from her perfect smile. Of course, he looked forward to seeing Matt later, despite the unrelenting nerves. But nothing made Pete happier than a sweet hug from his baby girl. April was easily the best thing about him; championship reigns paled in comparison to being a father.

As he unzipped April’s jacket, Pete blew a silly raspberry onto her tiny forehead, causing her to laugh hysterically.

“You haven’t seriously been on that couch all day?” Millie said mockingly, grabbing his attention.

Mustering a smile, Pete suppressed the embarrassment. Her judgmental eyes were a sting to the ego, but they were mostly understandable. What kind’ve man just stays in one place the whole fucking day?? Besides, Millie looked like she’d endured a long day herself; her blue orbs were sunken in, and she was weighed down by heavy-looking grocery bags. She deserved some slack.

“W-was April alright at daycare?”

“Well your girlfriend's day was lovely, thanks so much for asking.” Millie answered sarcastically.

“..M’sorry.” He bowed his head.

Don’t make this worse. You haven’t even told her about Matt yet. Don’t say anything stupid.

The blonde woman carried their shopping bags into the kitchen, rolling her eyes as she passed through the living room. Again, Pete did all he could to ignore it, focusing his attention onto April - at least she looked happy to see him.

Keeping an eye on his girlfriend, he let April playfully tug on his hair whilst mentally building up courage.

“Mil..? Please can you get me a drink?”

“Christ’s sake Pete, can you not do anything for yourself?” Millie snapped, slamming a cupboard door shut.

Pete flinched, more visibly than he would’ve liked. Not in front of April anyway; she deserved a daddy like Superman, not the scared little boy he often felt like.

“It.. it’s okay, I’ll come do it.”

Lifting April onto her play-mat and passing her a teddy, Pete cautiously walked to the sink. This was the first time he’d moved in about six hours. Thinking about it now, he was so stupid; anyone can fill a glass with water. No wonder he only had one friend left, the rest of them probably got tired of his bullshit. What kind’ve man braves wrestling matches, but ends up frightened of a fucking drink??

Taking a gulp, Pete realised just how dehydrated he must’ve been. Between that and the muscle cramps, his body really didn’t thank him. Nor did his mind to be honest.

“Give me your wallet.” Millie instructed, holding out her hand expectantly.

Without hesitation, he reached into his jean pocket and passed it over. Maybe he ought to question her motives, but ultimately, he didn’t want the argument - he was too run down, too drained of energy. Besides, April was in the room; above anyone else, she didn’t need to see how their arguments ended.

Gleefully taking two £20 notes from him, Millie handed back the empty wallet.

“For the shopping.” She stated.

“I.. I thought you were-“

“You thought I was paying? Wow, I really found a gentleman, didn’t I?”

“You know I don’t mind!” He defended, his guard raising. “It’s just.. well, that was for tonight.”

Bracing himself, he knew Millie wouldn’t like this.

“Tonight?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Um.. yeah, I was gonna tell you. Matt asked me out for a few beers.”

Instinctively, Pete took a few steps backwards, his shoulders leaning inwards. Her face said it all - the arched brows, that scowl which could make anyone feel uneasy - she was pissed. Look what you’ve done now, you really can’t help fucking up can you?? Now April is gonna see, she’ll see how useless her dad is, and soon everyone else will too. Well fucking done.

“Please don’t be angry..” he shivered, mumbling under his breath.

Millie scoffed. “You make that frickin’ difficult. I thought we were gonna spend the night together?”

“I.. I won’t be out for long. I’ve promised him I’ll go.”

“Oh, well if you’ve promised, that changes everything - who cares if you have a girlfriend and daughter at home, right?”

Just don’t look upwards, don’t let her see you frightened. You’ll make it worse, you always do. Stay quiet, stay fucking quiet, don’t you dare move a muscle. You’ve been still on that couch since waking up, you can stop fidgeting for an extra five minutes. Even someone like you can manage that. Just stop. Fucking. Moving.

“Do what you want Pete, you always do.” She huffed, barging past his tense body to go upstairs.

Once Millie’s presence left the room, Pete’s chest nearly exploded from his exhale; he didn’t even know it was possible to hold so much breath. Feeling dizzy from the sensation, he lowered himself onto the floor, hunching over to help with the breathing. Dark thoughts were creeping around his brain; they did everyday, it was nothing new. But they also progressively got worse.

Pete struck himself across the side of the head. Pathetic. Pathetic. Pathetic.

“Da-ddy?”

Eyes flickering upwards, Pete was mortified to see April stood there. The thought of those innocent eyes watching him smack himself.. what if she copied him?? However, rather adorably, she held out her beloved teddy bear, offering it to her daddy. With a soft smile, he accepted the gift, and held Mr Cheesecake (April’s choice of name) close to his heart. Suddenly , he didn’t feel so bad.

****

Avoiding eye contact with the mirror, Pete dragged a comb through his hair. Millie was putting April to bed, and the quiet felt no less intimidating than before. Soon enough, he’d be in a busy pub atmosphere, with enough hustle and bustle to stay distracted. Besides, the entertaining stories of Matt Riddle would be a welcomed change from daily life. Even so, the dread of coming home afterwards was stronger than any kind’ve excitement Pete had.

Clunkily standing up, the reflection of Pete’s torso caught him off guard; he wasn’t sure where the wrestling bruises ended and the home-life battle scars began.

Why do you let her do this? She’s barely 5’4, you’re the goddamn Bruiserweight! You could stop her if you tried, but you just take it! Imagine what people would say, how hard they’d laugh at you. Nobody would ever take you seriously in WWE again, not if they knew your pathetic little secret. Regal, Hunter, Shawn; they’d all lose their faith in you. Hell, their belief in you now is nothing but a fucking scam.

Embarrassed from the sight, the wounded man scrambled to hide the evidence, throwing a shirt on. He looked at the clock, 7:26pm - time to set off.

Turning around, Millie was stood in the doorframe. Strangely, her expression was.. Soft? Dare he say, close to apologetic? She walked over, delicately wrapping her arms around Pete’s waist. Despite intuitively concealing a flinch, he was genuinely grateful to have this; it minimised the fear of returning later on. Above anything else though, at one point, Pete fell in love with this woman. Maybe she wasn’t gone completely..?

“I’m sorry about earlier.. I shouldn’t have snapped at you.” She whispered, squeezing him tighter.

With a sigh, Pete lightly hugged her back, tracing his hands along her back. Once upon a time, this was how they always were; a picture perfect, intimate, beautiful couple. There wasn’t anything Pete wouldn’t give to start over, to stop himself from screwing up their relationship into whatever it’s since become.

“I’m sorry too..” He said, kissing the top of her forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Millie repeated. “..We need to start being better, Pete. I don’t want to lose you, and April deserves us both.”

He wasn’t lying; he did love her; this version of her anyway. But he still couldn’t relax in her embrace. Of course, the uncommon apologies and tender affections were nice while they lasted, but they soon ended. It wouldn’t be long before Pete fucked up and caused another fight. Granted, it was never intentional, but always somehow his fault.

“Come on.. I wanna make it up to you..” Millie smiled, taking his hands and guiding them both to their bed.

I don’t want to.

“I.. I have to go, Mil. I’m going out, r-remember..?”

There it was: their next fight.

As she folded her arms, clearly upset by his rejection, Pete’s breath hitched. Hardly ever did he refuse her, usually to keep the peace. Tonight would’ve been no different if he didn’t have plans. Not knowing what to say, he just kept stuttering, which visibly fuelled Millie’s temper.

“We haven’t spent the night together in weeks, and you’d rather go out and get wasted??” She spat.

“When I get back.. We could..”

What are you doing?! Any man would kill to be in your position - having a beautiful woman who wants him so much. Why are you turning her away? Because you’re just not in the mood? There’s something wrong with you.

“When you get back? Why should I play second fiddle to that stoner freak??” Millie continued. “Awww Pete, is that it? Do you fancy him? Would you rather fuck him than me?” she said in a sarcastic baby voice, seemingly to humiliate him.

“I.. Please, Mil. I’ll bring home some wine or something. We can watch a film, make a real night of it!”

Please don’t make me. I don’t want to.

Then you’re pathetic.

“Are you cheating on me?” She asked coldly.

“What? No!”

Hysterically, Millie grabbed Pete’s collar and began shaking him; the fear in his eyes was obvious, not that she paid attention. There were mumbled, stuttered pleas for her to stop, but they fell on deaf ears.

“I bet you’re not even meeting him! You’re meeting some random slut!”

By this point, Millie was crying wildly; Pete wanted to sob too, he just wouldn’t let himself. The shaking got worse, and he fell to one knee before her. Denying the accusations meant nothing - they weren’t true - but Millie’s mind was fixated and couldn’t be changed.

“You don’t want me because you’ve found a bimbo to fuck?!”

Being shaken turned into repeated smacks around the head. He attempted to cower away, but she was cruelly incessant.

“Please.. Stop.” He begged in between the strikes.

“Why should I??”

Her voice was scratchy, like her vocal chords were drenched in tears. An accusatory tone was evident in every little thing she said, like all of this was Pete’s own doing. Taking a fist of his hair, Millie yanked his head back, and raised her opposite fist to punch him.

“I’ll do it!” He screamed, completely terrified. “I.. I’ll do it.. I’ll stay home..”

With a demeaning, bitter chuckle, Millie untangled her fingers from Pete’s hair. He was whimpering, hiding his face away from her. Frightened tears threatened to pierce through his eyelashes, but he swiftly blinked them away. Don’t fucking cry, you’ve embarrassed yourself enough.

“Fine.” Millie said. “But you’ll have to do a lot of work to get me in the mood after that.”

Her glance felt so degrading, but he was used to that. At least the hitting was over. Walking to their bed, Pete mentally prepared himself. You’ve done this so many times before. You’ll be okay. Just close your eyes, imagine you’re somewhere else; it’ll be over soon, and she’ll fall asleep. We can get through this..

God, you’re so fucking broken. Pathetic.

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Hopefully I’ve convinced you to give the rest of this story a chance! ;)

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irecalllatenovember1 · 14 days

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I will be posting my first ever fanfic on here! This fic will follow the story of my O.C Ada Dunne. She is the younger sister of Billy and Graham Dunne. She is a year younger than Graham born in 1955. When they start the band in highschool she is not originally gonna be in the band but really wants to even though her brothers don’t want her to be but after a week or so they finally let her join and she is the lead singer along with Billy and also writes a lot of the songs. (This follows the plot of the movie and the book so the timeline is more geared towards the book but Pete is not in the book and Eddie does get moved to bass) Her best friend is Camila and that is how Billy and Camila meet in this fic. There is a romantic plot with Eddie and Ada being a friends to lovers/will they won’t they plot line. This is just gonna be about her perspective of the band and all that happened.

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magickcandie · 7 months

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Fandoms

You can request anything from this list!

Letterkenny

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Katy

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Shoresy

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Goody

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Georgina

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Agnes

The Pacific

Eugene

Snafu

Philips

*Generation Kill

Ray

Brad

Fick

Bohemian Rhapsody

Brian May

John Deacon

Freddie Mercury

Roger Taylor

Mary Austin

Daisy Jones & The Six

Graham Dunne

Warren Rhodes

Eddie Roundtree

Karen Sirko

Music Groups

Queen

Brian May

John Deacon

Freddie Mercury

Roger Taylor

Skid Row

Sebastian Bach

Rob Affuso

Dave Sabo

Girlschool

Kelly Johnson

Kim McAuliffe

Gil Weston

David Bowie

King Jareth

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NHL

Mitch Marner (Toronto Maple Leafs)

Auston Matthews (Toronto Maple Leafs)

Luke Hughes (New Jersey Devils)

Rami Malek Characters

Ahkmenrah (Night at the Museum)

Tom Cruise Characters

*Joel Goodsen (Risky Business)

Steve Randle (Outsiders)

Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell (Top Gun)

Joe Mazzello Characters

Gardner Langway (Dear Sidewalk)

Pat Murray (Undrafted)

[50/50] Joe Wentworth (Simon Birch)

Charles (Wooly Boys)

Rules

No smut

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prettyndeadly · 2 months

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backstage.

Pete Dunne/OC

It’s been a while since I’ve written any fanfic, let alone wwe. I’m a bit rusty but wanted to get some some out.

“Here” Juliet said softly as she pressed a wet washcloth to Pete’s bottom lip to stop the bleeding. Pete refused to make eye contact as she finished looking over his face. “I don’t understand why you couldn’t just let it go, now look at your lip. I can handle myself I’m -“

“A big girl. I know” he interrupted as he moved his hand to gently grasp Juliet’s wrist pulling it away from his mouth. “lip is fine. besides I don’t like men touching what’s mine” his free hand coming up to cup her face as he held her gaze. His thumb lightly brushing along her jawline in an attempt to calm her.

Juliet felt her heart flutter at his confession as she relaxed into his touch, “ Pete”.

“Hmm?” His hand moving down to the nape of her neck and pulling her closer to him. her eyes closing as he leaned forward, closing the space between the two to rest his forehead against hers.

“Dont say things you don’t mean” her hands came up to rest on his giving a squeeze.

“What makes ya think I don’t mean it?” Pete pulled back, cocking his head to the side to watch her. He could see the blush creeping up her cheeks as he put her on the spot. “Have I ever said anything to you I didn’t mean love?”

“I don’t think we have the time to discuss that” her eyes flickered to the left as the other two members of the brawling brutes made their way down the hallway towards them. Pete and her shared a look of knowing that the conversation was far from

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theoryxwaller · 1 year

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Are any fanfic writers into or alright writing for Pete Dunne/Butch? I never really see him in anyone's tags

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megxplryxb · 2 years

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Till the Bitter End

Pairings: Pete Dunne x fem!reader

Disclaimer: Gif is not mine.

You had one purpose tonight and that was to get drunk and forget everything that had went on. Liv on the other hand, she was determined to find you a guy at the club. You had been so down lately and she wanted to cheer you up. You weren't really interested in anyone at the moment. Well, you were interested in someone, but he was the reason you wanted to get drunk. You wanted to forget him and pretend that you and him never happened. After all, that's what he told you to do.

"Girl, you look so hot." Liv said as you both got ready in her bathroom. She was right. You did look hot and you knew it. The tight black dress you were wearing complimented your body in all the right ways. It was more revealing than what you were used to but still tame compared to Liv's skin coloured dress.

"Every guy is gonna want to fuck your brains out tonight." She nudged grinning at you as you shot her a look.

"I don't even want to look at a guy tonight, I'm just gonna flirt with my good friend alcohol." You stated as she shook her head. You were glad you didn't have to report to the performance centre tomorrow as you planned on watching trash tv while riding out the hangover.

"I'm getting you laid tonight one way or the other." Liv stated arrogantly handing you a shot as her phone vibrated.

"Oh shit." Liv muttered looking at her phone screen and then at you.

"What?" You questioned as you saw the look on her face.

"It's from Tyler. They're in town." She stated as your stomach churned. This was the last thing you needed tonight.

"Is he with them?" You questioned looking straight in to the mirror as she nodded.

"Yeah, Pete's with them. Tyler just gave us a heads up to say that they're out." She confessed as you stood silent for a moment before quickly downing the shot Liv had left on the sink for you earlier. You were grateful that Tyler was concerned enough about you to text Liv and tell you that Pete was out but he wasn't stopping you tonight.

"Ok, I'm ready, let's go." You said fixing your hair and grabbing your handbag.

"Are you sure you, I'm totally cool with staying in if you want to?" Liv asked, her mood quickly changing now that she knew the guys were in Orlando. She had been worried about you and knew you were hurting ever since you and Pete had broken things off. Liv had been your rock but you knew she needed a night out and tonight you weren't going to let her down. Pete didn't get to ruin tonight for you or Liv.

"I was going to have to face him at some stage. Now is as good a time as any." You shrugged trying not to look bothered. Truth is, you didn't know how you felt about seeing him again so soon. The last time you had seen Pete, he had broken your heart and flew back to England to be with his girlfriend of four years. You had felt so betrayed but really you had no right to be. You were the other woman, not her. But it didn't stop you from hurting or feeling sick or wanting him. You weren't a cheat, you were never that type of girl but Pete had made you feel things that you had never felt before and you were sure that he had felt the same about you, not that he'd ever say it. He rarely said anything.

You were attracted to him from the moment you had seen him wrestle at the UK tournament. You weren't there live but you had watched it with some of the others from NXT back in Orlando. While the other girls drooled over Tyler, Pete was your pick from the start. You were bummed that he hadn't won the tournament but then you heard that he had signed a contract with WWE. You quickly befriended Tyler and Trent but Pete, he was an asshole to you from the very beginning. You butted heads constantly but really you were never sure why he disliked you so much. In the end you challenged him because you knew how to wind him up, say all the right things to make him mad and get under his skin. You weren't afraid of him and he knew it, you almost felt he enjoyed the back chat you gave him because no one else dared to speak to him the way you did.

William Regal had taken notice of you and Pete's hostile relationship and ordered the creative team to pair you up at some of the live events while you were on the road. He found it humorous that you and Pete didn't get along and loved that you stood your ground with Pete. Regal always liked how you carried yourself backstage, it was one of the main reasons you were the NXT Women's Champion, that and you were awesome in the ring.

You wondered if things between you and Pete would be different if Regal hadn't forced you to team together. That's where it started after all, this fucked up thing between you. Working with Pete was difficult at the start, he was awkward and standoffish whenever you tried to talk to him about your matches together and you couldn't understand what his problem was. Going over the matches with him was worse, he wasn't interested in any of your ideas or suggestions and he insulted your in ring ability constantly. The worst thing he had said to you was when you were trying to practice the match you had with Pete against Nikki Cross and Killian Dain in a few days at a live event. He had questioned your reason for being in the wrestling business and suggested that you were trying to get a role on Total Divas, something you had no desire to do at all. While you usually let his snide remarks go, that one had hurt and you had finally given up on the idea that you two could work as a team, even for a few short matches. You gave Nikki and Killian an apologetic look before exiting the ring. Too embarrassed to stick around, you headed straight for the locker room to grab your stuff.

"You're such a dick, England" You heard Killian say but you didn't bother looking back. Nikki caught up with you to make sure you were alright and you gave her a convincing answer before you exited the building and headed for the parking lot. You rolled your eyes seeing Pete leaning against your car with a guilty look on his face.

"I shouldn't ave said that ta ya." He admitted as you placed your gym bag in the boot before slamming it closed.

"You can tell Regal that us working together as a team won't be happening and while you're at it, you can take full responsibility too." You said ignoring his attempt at an apology.

"I know I took it too far, can we try sort this out?" He asked as you lost it.

"No! I'm done trying to talk to you and trying to work with you, I don't owe you shit." You spat. "You've been nothing but a jackass to me since the day we met and you know what, I can handle you being a prick about mostly anything but insulting my in ring abilities in front of our co-workers? That's where I draw the line."

"I didn't mean it." He said as you shook your head.

"I have worked my ass off for eleven years to get where I am today. How fucking dare you say I'm only here to get a place on some ridiculous tv show!"

"Look, I was wrong and I'm tryin' ta apologise ta ya." He said as you rolled your eyes. You could tell he wasn't great at apologising. This was probably his first time.

"Yeah well you can shove your pathetic excuse for an apology up your ass."

"Why are ya bein so difficult?" Pete growled getting frustrated.

"I'm being difficult? I'm not the one who won't go over a damn match! Christ Pete, I know we don't get along but I at least thought we could be professional with each other ." You said as he shook his head.

"Do you hate me that much that you won't even work with me?" You questioned as he huffed.

"No."

"Well then what is it?" You asked as silence filled the space between you. "Wow. Peter England, lost for words. Never thought I'd see the..." You managed to say before you felt his lips on yours. Your eyes widened as you broke the kiss.

"What are you..."

"Just shut the fuck up." He said crashing his lips on yours again pushing your slim body against your car. This time you didn't break the kiss. As much as you hated to admit it, in that moment, all you wanted was Pete, so you gave in and let it happen. While your tongues battled for dominance, he slid his rough hands around your waist and up the small of your back.

You jumped apart pushing each other away as you heard the performance centre door open.

"You two made up yet?" Killian yelled towards the car park as Pete ignored him, looking down at the ground. You tried to catch your breath and spoke relieved that Killian clearly hadn't seen what you were doing.

"Yeah, we're all good now." You said waving to him before placing a hand over your mouth as Killian went back inside.

"Wh..what was that?" You asked looking at him but he refused to look back. Instead he backed up and walked away.

"A mistake." He said finally remembering that he had a girlfriend waiting for him back in Birmingham.

You told no one what happened with Pete that night because, there wasn't really anything to tell, it was just a stupid kiss. A mistake like Pete said. You both got caught up in the moment and that was it. You avoided each other whenever possible but Regal was still intent on you teaming with Pete as well as Trent and Tyler to face Sanity. Those were the times you had no choice but to interact with him and god was it awkward.

Eventually it was set that Trent and Tyler would face Alexander Wolfe and Killian Dain for the NXT Tag titles at NXT Takeover Brooklyn while you and Pete would defend your UK and Women's titles in a mixed tag match against Eric Young and Nikki Cross. You and Pete were told to practice and train for the match a few weeks in advance and often stayed late at the Performance Centre to go over your moves and plans for the match. While going over some new moves with Pete that you wanted to try out he kissed you again and again, you gave in to him but you promised that after Takeover you'd stay away from each other because he didn't want to hurt his girlfriend. But then you found yourself lying naked underneath Pete on his locker room floor after successfully defending your championships at Takeover Brooklyn. You had only gotten backstage when he had dragged you towards his dressing room and began to undress you. You weren't sure if it was adrenaline or lust in Pete but you didn't stop it, you didn't want to. You couldn't avoid him or the want you were feeling for him any longer, in that moment you were his and you let him do whatever he pleased.

While you had both promised to end communication after Takeover, it never happened and instead it intensified. The sex was incredible and you could never recall a bad rendezvous with him. Your favourite sex sessions with Pete were when he'd return from England after weeks of not having you. You would be covered in bite marks and bruises the morning after but you didn't care. Pete loved marking your body, it turned him on knowing he caused them but he would never dare hurt you. The electricity between you and Pete was undeniable and it didn't take long for Liv and Tyler to start noticing the sexual tension between you when you were around each other. Pete wasn't overly careful in keeping his distance from you, in fact, he liked sneaking around with you backstage or anywhere he could get his hands on you. You didn't tell anyone about your relationship, if you could even call it that but eventually Liv and Tyler questioned you both and you didn't deny it. There was only so many excuses you could think of for being in each other's locker rooms or for Pete being in your apartment. You knew Pete had a girlfriend but you never spoke of her and neither did he. You almost felt like she was non-existent and that Pete was yours but deep down you knew the truth.

As you and Liv sat in the back of the cab you could feel every emotion build up inside of your body that you had felt for the past few weeks. As you approached the club you felt a sense of nervousness and began tapping your hands on your knees. You weren't ready to talk to him or even see him. This was a mistake. But you couldn't let Pete ruin your night. You looked hot and a part of you wanted him to see you, see you look the way you did to show him what he was missing. You hated yourself for even wanting Pete to see you dressed like this, when it came to men you usually didn't act this way but you'd never met anyone like him.

Finally the cab pulled up outside the busy club. You jumped out and paid the driver as you waited for Liv to exit. You took a deep breath as she gave your hand a squeeze. "You ready?" Liv asked winking at you.

"As I'll ever be." You said sarcastically entering the club.

"The NXT guys are in the VIP section." Liv said pointing to a secluded corner. After getting some drinks you made your way to join the rest of the group. You scanned through everyone and It didn't take you long to see him sitting between Tyler and Trent. He was looking down at the table seemingly uninterested in whatever the guys were talking about. Your heart hurt seeing him and you hated that he looked so good. He always looked good.

"Ladies, we saved you some seats!" You heard Kyle O' Reilly yell excitedly. Pete's head shot up quickly as he heard your name being mentioned. You looked away from him not wanting to make eye contact.

"Thanks handsome!" Liv said hugging Kyle before taking a seat.

"You've got two choices." Kyle said smiling at you.

"Is that so?" You questioned folding your arms.

"You can either sit here or there." Kyle flirted pointing to a chair and then at his knee. You laughed.

"I think I'll take the chair." You said taking a seat beside Liv.

"No one ever chooses the knee." Kyle said defeated. You patted him on the knee giving him a sympathetic look as he took a seat beside you. You could see a bitter look on Pete's face the moment you had touched Kyle.

Tyler waved across the table at you, you smiled back and gave him a small wave. You really hated that he was in the middle of everything.

"You look beautiful tonight." Kyle whispered in your ear.

"Honestly I can hardly breathe in this dress and my feet are already killing me but thank you." You said smiling at him. You continued talking to Kyle as the rest of the Undisputed Era joined you but suddenly you were nudged in the side by Liv.

"He's so jealous." She whispered to you as you looked confused taking a drink.

"What?" You asked as she moved her head towards Pete who was gritting his teeth.

"He hasn't taken his eyes off of you since you walked in and he looks like he's about to rip Kyle's head off." Liv laughed as you remained silent. You didn't know why Pete would be jealous of Kyle, he had made it perfectly clear that you meant nothing to him.

"You should totally go home with Kyle tonight, he's so in to you." Liv said as you shook your head. "No. I would be doing it for all the wrong reasons." You confessed. Kyle was a sweetheart but you weren't over Pete and you wouldn't dare use Kyle to get over someone else.

A while later you decided to go to the bathroom to fix your make up. As you got up you took a slight wobble and fell straight in to Kyle's lap as he quickly grabbed your waist to stop you from falling further.

"I'm so sorry Kyle, I told you these heels were a death trap!" You said laughing trying to stand up again.

"Hey, you aren't the first girl to fall for me." He joked as you fixed your dress.

"Thanks for not letting me fall on my face." You said giving him a small hug before making your way to the bathroom. As you passed by, you could see Pete's head following your movements but you didn't give him any attention and instead kept walking.

After you had adjusted your make up you took a deep breath looking at yourself in the mirror. A part of you wanted to go home, Liv would be fine with the NXT guys and girls but you didn't want Pete to think you were leaving because of him, you were too stubborn for that. Deciding against calling a cab, you exited the bathroom not noticing Pete waiting for you on the other side of the door.

"Avin' fun are ya?" He asked in an angry tone as you froze. You knew his voice, you still heard it in your head every night when you struggled to sleep. You knew from past experiences that you should have just kept walking but you always had difficulty walking away from him. Now was no exception.

"More than you anyway." You replied referring to his moody exterior before attempting to leave.

"Yeah actin' like a slut looks like so much fun." He said sarcastically as you stopped in your tracks.

"Excuse me?" You said turning on your heels to face him.

"Saw ya fallin' on top of O'Reilly, making a show of yaself. How much ave ya had to drink?" He asked as you laughed.

"Much less than you by the looks of it." You answered as he smirked at you.

"Still the same mouthy girl ya always were." He said attempting to cup your face.

"Don't touch me! You don't get to do that anymore." You said coldly moving back from him. As much as it killed you to say, you couldn't bear him touching you anymore. It made you weak and you couldn't show weakness around Pete now.

"How long ave ya been fuckin' him?" Pete questioned referring to Kyle.

"Are you serious?".

"Do I look like I'm jokin'?"

"You're fucking unbelievable." You said turning away disgusted.

"Just tell me how long, a week, two weeks, a month?" Pete asked grabbing your wrist but not hard enough to hurt you. He wasn't that stupid and Pete had never hurt you physically. You considered lying to him and telling him you had been sleeping with Kyle just to see his reaction but you were sick of lying. There were too many lies told already.

"I haven't been sleeping with him or anybody. Not that it's any of your damn business." You spat pulling your hand away from him.

"You are my business love." He said moving towards you again as rage filled your body.

"I am nothing to you!" You said pushing him backwards.

"Everythin' alright?" Tyler asked walking towards you putting an arm around your shoulder sensing how uncomfortable you were.

"Fine mate. Just chattin' shit." Pete said taking once last glance at you before walking back to his seat.

"You ok bab?" Tyler asked as you began to tear up.

"Everything is just so fucked up, I should never have went near him." You said as Tyler pulled you close.

"It'll all be ok. I promise." The former UK Champion reassured you as he took you out for some air. Tyler handed you a tissue as you chuckled.

"Thanks Ty. I'm sorry you've been dragged in to all of this." You said as he shrugged.

"I've made a fair few mistakes myself, I don't judge anyone." He said as you rested your head on his shoulder.

"Why is he such a jerk?" You asked as Tyler let out a chuckle.

"Because he's Pete. It's who he's always been." Tyler answered.

"I hate him."

"You miss him.

"No I don't." You lied.

"He misses you too." Tyler stated as you raised your head immediately wanting to know more.

"I've caught him checkin' your twitta and Instagram a few times, lookin' at ya pictures and stuff." He said as you sighed.

"He can't have it every way Tyler. I gave him a choice and he chose to stay with her." You said as a tear escaped down your cheek.

"D'ya love him?" Tyler asked as you took a breath and nodded a yes.

"I wish I didn't. This wasn't meant to happen."

You and Tyler talked for another while before going back inside to the others. You made him swear not to tell Pete about what you had just admitted to him because it would do not good.

A while later you and Liv made your way to the packed dancefloor where some of the other NXT stars were already dancing. You had been dancing with Liv for several minutes before Kyle made his way towards you. You begged Liv to stay but she moved away to dance with Aliyah before giving you a cheeky wink and a smirk. You would feel awful for not dancing with Kyle so you gave in. You felt Kyle's hands on your hips as you had your back to him. It was then you saw Pete staring at you from the bar. Turning your body back around to face Kyle he pushed you close to him as you tried to ease off. "Can I kiss you?" He asked leaning in as you shook your head. "I don't think that's a good idea, you're drunk." You said as he laughed continuing to hold you. "I'd be too afraid to ask you if I was sober, it's just you're so beautiful." He said smiling at you. "I'm sorry Kyle, it's just not a good time right now." You said as he looked hurt. "Why not?" He asked as you tried to wriggle free from his grip. Before you could explain yourself, Pete was standing in front of you chest to chest with Kyle.

"Take ya arm off her before I break it mate." The bruiserweight warned as Kyle stood confused.

"Pete don't." You begged but he simply ignored your request.

"Chill out dude, we're just dancing." Kyle explained refusing to let you go.

"I already told ya ta get ya arm off 'er." Pete said not moving an inch.

"What's your problem man?" Kyle said squaring up to Pete as you tried to calm things down. "Kyle I think you should go back to the guys."

"My problem is you not takin' no for an answer." Pete replied catching your hand and pulling you behind him as the two men stared at each other. Your heart began to race seeing Pete begin to clench his fists. You wrapped an around his chest hoping that he would calm down but he continued to ignore you.

"She's single, what the fucks the problem? Oh I get it you're jealous." Kyle teased shoving Pete as the UK Champion completely lost it and connected his fist with Kyle's jaw. You tried to step in between them but before you could properly intervene, the two men had tackled each other to the ground, Pete immediately getting the upper hand and punching Kyle in the stomach and then in the face again. You called for Trent and Tyler who were sitting in the VIP section with some of the other NXT wrestlers. You knew you couldn't break it up alone but you tried your best to pull Pete off of him.

"Pete stop!" You begged trying to grab his arm as Tyler, Trent, Adam and Bobby finally approached the area and pulled Pete and Kyle apart. Pete tried to get free but Trent held him back.

"Enough!" Trent yelled.

"You're fucking crazy dude!" Kyle shouted to Pete as Trent and Tyler tried to pull him away from the scene.

"Don't eva touch her again ya hear me! I'll fuckin' kill ya! " Pete warned Kyle as you followed the three brits outside.

"You alright babe?" Tyler asked pulling you in for a hug. You just shook your head unable to speak.

"What the fuck was that about?" Trent asked as you looked at Pete. He looked at you for a second before hanging his head.

"Nothin'. Doesn't fuckin' matter." Pete muttered.

"Well why'd ya give him a batterin' then?" Trent questioned.

"Cause he's a fuckin' twat." Pete growled getting angry again.

"Oh and that justifies it does it?" Trent asked sarcastically.

"Trent just leave it man yeah?" Tyler pleaded.

"I'll fuckin' kill ya if our names get dragged in to this Peter!" Trent warned getting in to Pete's face.

"Fuck off." Pete growled once more.

"Guys please stop." You pleaded to them both.

"This is just as much your fault as it is his I bet!" Trent pointed at you angrily as Tyler pushed him.

"Don't talk to her like that man." Tyler warned Trent.

"Well it's obviously because of her he fuckin' hit him!" Trent argued.

"Leave her out of this." Pete screamed aggressively.

"I didn't ask him to hit Kyle, Trent. I didn't ask for any of this!" You cried as Trent held his hands up. You weren't really angry at Trent, it had happened because of you but you didn't ask for it.

"Alright, I'm sorry, I just thought you two were over."

"We are over." You admitted not bearing to see the friends argue any longer. "Me and Pete, we're done." You admitted looking at Trent. Pete looked at you, almost hurt by your words. But it was the truth, you were over and had been for weeks. It's not that you wanted to be over, you just didn't want to be the other woman any longer.

"Then why did you fuckin' hit him Pete?" Trent asked shaking his head in frustration.

"Doesn't fuckin' matter. Like she said, it's over." Pete said as Trent laughed sarcastically.

"If it was really over between you two, you wouldn't have done what you did in there." Trent said squaring up to Pete. "Sort your shit out and pray Hunter doesn't hear about this." He warned before entering the club again. Tyler looked at you protectively as you nodded your head.

"Tyler its fine, I need to talk to him, if you see Liv, tell her I'm going home ." You requested kissing Tyler on the cheek as he nodded and reluctantly went back inside.

It was quiet for a moment between you as you gave him a chance to speak but he said nothing.

"So you're just not talking now?" You asked as Pete shook his head and began to walk away.

"I've got nothin' ta say." He replied louder than before putting his hands in his pockets.

"Well I've got plenty, what the fuck was that in there?" You yelled as your heels clapped along on the wet pavement following Pete who was still huffing and kicking anything he could find on the ground. You'd never seen him like this before. You'd seen him angry but this was different.

"Pete!" You shouted grabbing his arm as you finally caught up to him. "What the hell is wrong with you? You could lose your job over what you did in there, do you know that?" You questioned.

"I won't. I run the UK division love, they'd be nothin' without me." He answered smugly.

"Everyone is expendable Pete, even you." You replied folding your shoulders. "You need to apologise to Kyle."

"For what, forcin' himself on ya?" He spat.

"He was a little drunk that's all." You shrugged.

"So fuckin' what, ya told him ta back off an he didn't. Prick got what he deserved." Pete growled.

"You didn't have to hit him, I had it under control!" You argued as he chuckled sarcastically.

"Yeah it really looked like it was going great for ya." He said rolling his eyes.

"Why'd you do it Pete?"

"Cause he asked for it."

"No he didn't. He was just a guy who was dancing with a girl and tried his luck but got turned down." You said as he remained silent.

"Would you have hit him if it was Liv or Nikki or Toni? Or was it just because it was me?" You questioned as he put his hands on his head. "Pete..."

"I just lost it alright! His hands were all over ya and I just fuckin' lost it."

"Why?"

"Because I couldn't stand seein' him touch ya." He growled as you sighed.

"So Kyle was right, you were jealous?" You asked as he shot you a look and snarled. "Yes or no Pete it's a simple question."

"Alright, I was fuckin' jealous, ya 'appy now?" He spat as you shook your head letting tears stream down your cheeks.

"No, I'm not fucking happy. I've been fucking miserable since we ended things!"

"You ended things between us not me!" He roared pointing at you.

"Because you picked her!" You yelled slapping his hand away from your face as everything went silent for a moment.

"You don't get to be jealous Pete. Not of Kyle or anyone else that comes in to my life from now on. I'm not yours, you made that perfectly clear when you chose to stay with your girlfriend. You're the one who told me to forget about you and that's what I've been trying to do." You sighed as he leaned against a car.

"Well maybe I can't forget about ya." He confessed.

"Well you don't have a choice because I'm not ok with being just a road fuck." You stated as he shook his head and laughed.

"What?" You asked as he rubbed his chin still laughing sarcastically.

"Ya think that's all ya were ta me, a road fuck?" He questioned as you sighed. You had enough of this conversation, you had enough of tonight. You were done.

"I don't know what I was to you Peter but whatever we were, clearly wasn't enough to make you pick me." You replied holding out your hand to hail a cab that was just pulling in. "Do me a favour? Stay away from me at the NXT tapings, then go back to Birmingham to your girlfriend and get out of my life for good." You stated opening the cab door and getting in not bothering to look back at the man you loved.

Pete stood watching you get into the cab and out of his life. He swallowed hard before turning around to see Tyler shaking his head.

"Ya such a dickhead." Tyler claimed as Pete sat on the curb resting his head in his hands. "Ya just goin' ta let her go then?" He questioned as Pete shrugged.

"She doesn't want anythin' ta do with me."

"Ya really don't know women mate." Tyler huffed putting a hand on the shoulder of the UK Champion. "All she wants is you."

"An she told ya that did she?" Pete asked sarcastically.

"She did actually. She told me somethin' else and all." Tyler said as Pete turned his head to look at him. "But I promised her I wouldn't tell ya." He said as Pete's eyes widened. "Tell me."

"I can't."

"Bate..." Pete warned.

"She'll kill me if I tell ya."

"And I'll kill ya if ya don't." Pete threatened as Tyler remained silent.

"Tyler I swear ta god!" The Bruiserweight yelled in frustration.

"Alright, she loves ya. She's in love with ya mate." Tyler confessed as Pete sat in silence trying to take in what he had just heard.

"Sh...she loves me?" He asked as Tyler nodded a yes. "When did she..."

"Tonight after ye argued outside the bathroom." Tyler said as Pete rose to his feet and began walking down the street.

"Pete!" Tyler shouted as Pete looked back. "Don't hurt her or it'll be me killin' you." Tyler warned as Pete nodded and continued to walk.

You thanked the driver for getting you home so quickly and handed him his cab fare before running into your building as the Orlando skies opened up and rain began to pour. You took off your heels getting in to the elevator as your feet were killing you. You leaned against the cold wall of the lift answering the multiple texts Liv had sent you since you had left the club. You reassured her you were fine and told her to enjoy the rest of her night. Once you got to your apartment, you towel dried your hair and got in to pyjama shorts and a tshirt. You turned on the tv before going to the fridge for some non-alcoholic beverage. That's when you heard a knock on the door.

"It's me... can ya open tha door please? I'm kinda wet." Pete begged as you bit your lip. You weren't sure you could handle seeing him again tonight. You had just asked him to stay away from you after all, what part of that did he not understand?

"I don't want ta fight." He said gently. You sighed reluctantly unlocking the door to see a soaked Peter England standing in front of you.

"Did you walk here from the club in that monsoon outside?"

"I might ave." He said as you rolled your eyes making your way to your bedroom to rummage in your closet pulling out a towel and some old clothes.

"Why?" You questioned walking back towards your living room again to face him.

"I just needed ta see ya." He said lowering his head to meet yours. You wanted so badly to wrap your arms around him but instead you took a breath and stepped back.

"Here take these. You're lucky you still had some stuff here." You said taking a seat on the arm of your couch.

"I'm lucky ya didn't chuck it all out ya mean." Pete said as he began to undress in front of you and changed into the warmer clothes. You weren't expecting him to change in front of you considering you had no relationship anymore but Pete didn't seem to hesitate and began whipping off his top and bottoms quickly. You looked down at your living room floor not wanting to stare at his body any more than you already had. You were sure your hands had trailed every part of his body when you were in bed with him all of those times but you quickly shook those thoughts from your mind as Pete finished dressing.

"That feels better." He said smiling at you. Pete smiling was a rarity in itself but it always made your heart skip a beat when he did it. No. You had to stop thinking about him like that.

"So what are you doing here?" You asked sternly.

"I just couldn't leave things like that between us."

"Why not? There was nothing left to say. We both said everything that needed to be said." You said walking to your kitchen. You could never stand still around Pete, he always made you feel so nervous even in your own home.

"That's not true though is it?" Pete challenged staring straight at you.

"What are you talking about?"

"You tell me?" He invited, following you to the kitchen.

"Tell you what exactly?" You asked leaning against the kitchen counter folding your arms.

"That ya love me." He stated as you left out a small chuckle and shook your head.

"You're out of your mind."

"Am I?"

Yeah you are. Of course I don't love you." You said denying that there was any truth to his claim. But you were a shitty liar and he could see straight through you.

"Except that I know ya do." He said standing in front of you.

"I... I don't."

"Ya such a bad liar." He said smirking.

"I don't fucking love you Pete, so just drop it ok!" You said trying to push by him but he refused to let you pass until he heard what he wanted to hear. You sighed and gave in shaking your head from side to side.

"Fuck sake, I should never have opened my mouth to Tyler, I should have known he'd blab to you." You confessed defeated.

"So ya do love me?"

"Did he also tell you that I wished I didn't?" You challenged as Pete looked hurt by your remark.

"How long ave ya felt...."

"It doesn't matter." You answered cutting him off.

"It does ta me."

"Well it shouldn't."

"Why not."

"Because."

"Because why?"

"BECAUSE YOU MADE YOUR CHOICE AND IT WASN'T ME!" You yelled. "Do you find all of this entertaining Pete? Do you enjoy torturing me?" You shouted. "You want me to say it? Fine, I fell in love with you, I am in love with you and I hate myself for it! I hate myself for wanting you and for sleeping with someone else's boyfriend over and over again and you know what the worst part of it is? I'm not sorry at all because what I had with you? What we had... made me so fucking happy and I know you felt it too!" You shouted pointing at Pete as he tried to touch you but you pushed him away again.

"I hate you. I hate how you make me feel and I hate that you picked her over me." You cried moving again. "I didn't mean to fall in love with you, I didn't want to fall in love with you but I did and I'm trying to move on but its not easy when you show up everywhere!" You cried as he wrapped his arms around you.

"No, no don't fucking touch me!" You yelled trying to escape his grip but he refused to let go this time.

"Stop love...." He said hushing you running his hands up and down your arms. "Stop runnin' from me." He whispered cupping your face.

"Why wasn't I good enough for you?" You cried falling to the floor. Pete falling with you. He rubbed your hair as you leaned your head on his broad shoulder.

"Why do ya keep sayin' stuff like that?" He asked.

"Stuff like what?" You questioned looking at him.

"That you're not good enough for me and earlier when you said you were 'just a road fuck'."

"Because that's how I feel..."

"Ya were neva just a road fuck. Did ya eva think that maybe I thought I wasn't good enough for you?" He asked as you shook your head.

"No. I never thought like that." You said as he cleared his throat.

Look, I'm not good at talkin' about my feelin's or anythin' but...from the first moment I saw ya in tha performance center... I uh...."

"You what?"

"I uh... thought that.. you were um..."

"You thought...?"

"That ya were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen." He confessed as you smiled at him wiping a tear from your cheek. "I wanted ya from the moment I met ya and I knew I couldn't ave ya so I acted like a dick ta ya instead. I tried to avoid ya, tried ta ignore the fact that I was attracted ta ya but I'd get so pissed when otha guys would talk ta ya, flirt with ya, like Kyle did tonight. I couldn't take it. I wanted ya ta be mine, only mine." Pete admitted as you remained silent.

"I still want that ya know." He said as you looked at him and shook your head.

"Well I can't be the other woman anymore."

"I'm not askin' ya ta be." Pete said frowning at you as you looked at him confused.

"When ya asked me ta choose between ya both that night, I didn't want ta lose ya but I knew what I was doin' was wrong and I felt like I owed it ta her ta stay in the relationship. She'd stuck by me through so much, supported my career but now I know that in the end its not fair to stay wiv her when I'm in love wiv someone else. I can't stay away from ya anymore." He whispered looking directly at you. You swallowed hard as he cupped your face. This time you didn't push him away.

"You snuck up on me and I wasn't ready for it. I didn't even see it comin'." Pete whispered bending his head to meet yours as a small smile appeared on your face. "I want ya. Properly this time." The bruiserweight confessed kissing your knuckles as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. "Then I'm yours."

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