I don't want to say I'm back for good bc your girl gets busy, but I'm back right now and in a writing frenzy! Writer's block who? Never known her đŞ
I have a bunch of finished drafts that never got shared and a whole heap of new ideas to work on!
While I have the spirit, I'm going to open requests for drabbles, one-shots and prompts (lists below the gif)
I'm clearing all previous requests as most of them were sent over a year ago, but I will accept any person from any fandom (within reason) starting this weekend.
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A/N: We're pretending this is in the transfer window so the roster makes sense. My requests are still open for short drabbles so if you enjoy this, come get yourself some more :)
Warnings: injuries - reader is female
Word Count: 3.6k
Chris Sabin x wrestler!reader
Summary: The effects of your gruelling gauntlet match have a nervous duo doing what they can to help you backstage.
gif by @dorkorder
Lines stretched wildly from the lights above you, blurred and bright, piercing your stinging eyes. You struggled for air in the middle of the ring and Liv Morganâs music rang in your ears as though it were playing in a distant room.
54 minutes you'd been out there. 54 minutes since you walked through the curtain. And now you weren't sure whether you would make it back through that curtain on your own two feet.
You'd fought tooth and nail in a gauntlet match against five other women. The effects of their punches steadily rose in a dull ache now that you finally had a moment of peace from the flurry.
Naomi. She first took you to a 20-minute bout, forcing you to pull out your best moves early and use up all your energy to match hers. But your finisher off the top rope was eventually enough to put her away.
Zelina Vega. Her energy was also hard to compete with. You had managed to clamber onto the ring apron with her before she pulled out a hurricanrana that had you smashing into the edge of the solid commentary table. Your head had been pounding since. After a near count-out, you scraped it back and hit your finisher to get the win.
Piper Niven. A torment of heavy-hitting moves would have easily squashed you into the canvas for a three-count, but the slams and sentons didnât finish you off. Chelsea Green had gotten adventurous with her distractions and didnât get caught hitting you in the face with her United States Championship. Despite this, you turned the match around and hit your finisher twice this time to pin Piper. This much to Chelseaâs dismay, who hit you with a buckle curb stomp before the referee ordered her away.
âAre you okay, Y/N?â Pat McAfee shouted up to you as you draped limply over the bottom rope facing their table. âThese women are killing me, Pat.â You shouted back before the next music hit.
âIf those women were killing her, Pat, imagine what this one is going to do.â
Shayna Baszler. Michael Cole was right. The most maniacal wrestler of the lot, she spent time twisting and grinding your already weak ankle along with as many of your other bones as she could have a go at snapping. When the kimura lock was sinched in and you finally, painstakingly crawled your way to reach the ropes, she refused to let go. The referee disqualified Shayna and calling the match in your favour only encouraged Zoey Stark and Sonya Deville to add more damage. A senseless three-on-one beating and a spear through the barricade had you down and out ringside.
That left Liv Morgan free to run down, throw you in the ring and hit obLIVion to pick up a quick pin.
In 54 minutes, you wrestled with every fibre of your being to beat some of the strongest women on the roster.
In 45 seconds, Liv won the gauntlet and became the number 1 contender.
The music was a drawl in the background compared to the sharp sting in your side that hurt more with each desperate breath.
You peeled yourself off the canvas and slowly rolled towards the ropes, using all your might to hold the bottom rope and lift yourself onto your knees.
A sudden quiet flooded you as the music shut off. Liv and Raquel must have left the stage. What a sorry state of affairs, you thought, that she could come out and claim all the victory before you could even come to your senses.
You felt separate from your body as you heaved air into your lungs, the pain in your side digging deeper into your ribs. You tried your hardest to stand but your ankle couldn't hold the weight and it was no use, you couldn't get your muscles to lift you anyway.
Losing all effort, your mind clouding with the growing pain in your ankle and head, you just rolled under the rope to the ground, thinking it might help you stand. But as soon as your feet hit the mat you crumbled, your knees thudding down.
The sound of the crowd was rumbling louder. The hazy noise was unclear. You could make out the claps of a chant sounding from them all, but you couldn't focus on the words or the faces.
As you tried to recognise their tune, a small burst of noise from the fans just behind the barricade startled you; you'd been in the business long enough to know someone had come out down the ramp.
Your heart started to race as you anticipated another attack. Nia Jax and Candice LeRae had been mauling you backstage whenever they got the chance, and it would be just like them to capitalise on the moment and double your hurt just for fun.
You leant back on your knees, your chest rising and falling rapidly in feeble attempts to muster up any shred of fight left in you. The lights spiked your eyes and before you could see the figure in front of you, or even register who it was, a hand landed on your shoulder.
The tense worry that coursed through your body lasted only a moment as a familiar voice washed you in relief.
âY/N, are you okay? I'm here, you're okay.â
It was as though every piece of you gave in at the sound of your boyfriend and you could have sobbed on the spot as the last hour caught up with you in a second.
Chris Sabinâs voice effortlessly cut through the environment, his warm touch cutting through all the pain. You leant back down over your knees with your eyes screwed shut and you could hear him kneeling before you, both hands on the back of your shoulders and his head resting just beside yours.
âJust breathe, you're okay. We're gonna help you, baby. Breathe, come on.â His soothing words were hot in your ear and you nodded. It was all you could do as the pain crept back into your side.
You felt his body move from the spot before you as you leant up, a pair of hands grabbing yours and slowly lifting them. Only when an arm snaked around you, another set of hands on your hips steadying you and lifting where you couldn't, did you look up to find Alex Shelley's nervous eyes fully taking in just how battered you were.
âAre you alright?â Alex almost shouted over the crowd and you nodded feverishly, hoping that if you told yourself you were okay it would stop hurting so much. He raised your right arm as Chris slotted into your side.
âHere you go. I've got you,â Chris said lowly, carefully grabbing your wrist on his shoulder with his other arm wrapped securely around you. You squeezed Alex's hand as they pulled you to your feet.
The crowd was getting louder, and it was becoming harder to hear Chrisâ attempts at calming you down over the distorted noise.
Wrestling fans knew you and Chris were a couple, you had been for many years and you didnât keep it a secret, but theyâd never seen you interact on WWE TV.
Beyond the odd picture of you both on your Instagram every couple of months or so, they didnât get much of a glimpse into what your relationship looked like.
But here was the perfect example; you battered and bruised in a frenzy with nothing left to give, and Chris doing everything in his power to make sure you were okay. Heâd walk to the ends of the earth for you. Heâd spend every second of the day making you happy. Heâd stand up against every semblance of a threat against you. Heâd carry your beaten-down body as far as he needed to fix it.
As Chrisâ hand on your waist tried to give a comforting squeeze of encouragement, a shooting pain hit through you like lightning. When you jolted into his side, he immediately moved his hand to your hip with an apology, and Alex pressed a small towel on the space.
You sucked in a breath, your teeth clenched and your body seized up. A small yelp of pain had Chris stopping his step forward halfway through.
âMy ankle,â you could barely speak loud enough for Chris to hear over the loud crowd, âmy ankle is done.â
âI know, I know,â Chris said, speaking calmly but hurriedly taking hold of the towel on your side. âWe'll go slow, we've got time.â
Your lungs burned in your chest, the hot air not doing much to help you catch your breath. Your sweaty hair clung to your face and you knew your makeup was smudged on your cheeks from the faint streaks of black on your hands after wiping under your eyes.
With a deep, ragged breath, you tentatively put one foot in front of the other while leaning heavily on Chris.
âThere you go, just like that,â Chris soothed, voice carrying over the other sounds in the arena, âjust listen to them, Y/N.â
He paused a little as you reached the bottom of the ramp. You lifted your head, your hair falling damp down your heavy shoulders, to finally look around and take in your surroundings for the first time in 15 minutes.
Every fan you could see was on their feet applauding and cheering your name. For 54 minutes you'd been in the ring before them and they'd had your back the whole time.
You couldn't believe what you were seeing. It was support you'd fought for your entire career and they were giving it in heaps full. It was as though the bubble in your ears had burst, and you could hear them all clapping for you.
The emotions flooded you instantly, your chest tightening as you looked through the crowd. Your fast breaths almost impossibly got faster and you couldn't help the tears in your eyes. Your ankle seared below you, burning hot pain travelling slowly further up your leg and the wound on your side stabbed through your torso.
But the gentle squeeze on your wrist and Chrisâ strong words made it feel so unimportant.
âIt's all for you, Y/N, all you.â
You didn't know if it was the heat of the moment or the way Chris slightly loosened his hold on you that made your knees feel weak. You were barely able to keep yourself up as you nodded appreciatively at the fans with tears escaping you. This was your moment, and you couldn't believe how hot your ankle burned beneath you.
As Alex returned with your leather entrance jacket, he drew your attention away from the sea of faces. He slung the jacket over his shoulder and joined in the applause, circling behind you.
You heard Michael Cole say something fairly loud, though the details were obscured before the lights dimmed down.
âWe're in the ad break, we've got a couple of minutes,â Alex said behind you both, patting your arm.
Chrisâ thumb rubbed your wrist on his shoulder as he helped you turn around and head backstage. Alex slowly trailed alongside you in case you needed more help, waving a couple of referees away when they came to assist.
Alex knew you didn't need it. Chris was everything you needed.
He'd get you where you needed to be in one piece, no matter how long it took. There was no way Chris would leave your side and let someone else take you back, even if they were trained professionals. He knew you best, and heâll help you the best.
The fans still applauded over the sound of the WWE Shop advert on the titantron as Alex held the curtain open for you before turning and clapping to the fans for their support.
Chris ushered you through gorilla, not letting you sit down despite your slight step towards an empty chair. It would take more effort to get you back up again than it would to keep you going, and he'd hate to have you receiving real medical attention right by the curtain where other wrestlers would be passing through. By the look of your ankle, you needed more than a quick once over.
Just after you groaned a little and Chris was about to interrupt your protest, a gruff voice beat him to it.
âGo straight to the medic's office, Y/N, get sorted out.â Triple H's booming voice sounded over the other noise in the space.
Chris hummed beside you in agreement, his chest rumbling against your side saying all that needed to be said and you let him guide your aching body where it needed to go, taking an open bottle of water from Alex.
The few personnel standing in gorilla parted to make room for you, but Hunter stood and held an arm out. His heavy hand landed on your shoulder, emphasising how tired your muscles were from how you swayed as he closed the space between you. When he leaned his head closer to yours, the surrounding blue light was blocked out. All that existed was him.
âYou did great today. That was the performance of a lifetime,â he said lowly, his words washing over you with pride. Youâll remember that for a long time, and so will all those fans. Youâll get your chance at the belt, I promise.â
The sentence hit you through the heart like a knife. Youâd given every shred of yourself that you could give, and you had no reward to show for it at all. The glory and the winnings went to Liv, not you. If your ankle wasnât scorching through your shoe, you might have felt how deeply that notion hurt you at that moment, but you knew that was something that would hit you tomorrow.
While Hunter spoke, Chris slid out from under your arm and moved behind you, letting you have a private moment. He carefully pulled the towel off your skin as he went and the red that coloured the white cotton made his eyes go a little wide. He knew you had a sore spot there and were struggling to breathe, but he didn't know you were bleeding quite so much.
He snapped his head to look at Alex, who nodded nervously back at him, the same hint of fear in his eyes that made Chrisâ stomach drop.
Alex had known it was bad since they met you at ringside and he spotted the red marks on the ring canvas from where you had rolled out. But he knew Chris would be worried enough about your ankle as it was to tell him about that too. It was nothing a medic couldnât stitch up, but the problem was that it needed stitching up, and soon.
Alex took the towel from his hands and refolded it so the outside was white again before handing it back. Chris had enough time to inspect your side and the blood that was already starting to rush up again. You were still breathing heavily and standing with your foot barely on the floor as you listened to Hunter.
Chris felt as though his own chest was struggling for air at the damaged sight before him. Yes, he was proud of you for how you fought tonight, and yes, he loved the tenacious spirit inside you, but man he hated seeing you beat up at the end. A big bruise usually had him tending to you during the night, never mind damage as bad as this.
Hunter patting your shoulder and standing straight was never a more welcome sight to Chris, who immediately moved to press the towel onto your side again. You brushed a hand through your hair and hissed at the stinging sensation before Chris spoke in your ear.
âHold this for a second,â he patiently waited for you to sip your water and place your hand where his once was.
Your fingers brushed against his and the feeling, ever so slight, spread warmth through your entire hand. It was a nice contrast to the cool air that circulated gorilla, his voice a nicer sound than that of the producers muttering into their headsets.
You wanted nothing more than to hug him, have his arms wrap you up safely and be able to let out the tired sighs of defeat youâd been holding onto. But it would have to wait. His comfort was working in the form of protective overdrive and it would be until you were okay. Or at least until you had stopped bleeding so much.
Chris crouched down and quickly untied your boot, pulling the laces loose and then tucking them into the top of the shoe out of the way. When he came back up, his breath was warm on your neck. âThat a little better?â You nodded feebly as he took ahold of the towel once more and applied some pressure, passing your bottle of water to Alex and slinging your arm over his shoulder again.
Hunter gave Chris a quick pat on the back as you started walking, offered the same to Alex, and then focused back on the show that was about to restart.
You hobbled beside your boyfriend now, hardly able to move after having stopped. Your muscles felt tight and sore, your head pounding with exhaustion and your ankle feeling as though it had been severed from the bone. But Chrisâ arms held you up. That was all you needed to keep going.
Sami Zayn, who had been waiting in gorilla for his cue to walk out after the break, moved to hold the second curtain open for you both with Alex. He offered a sympathetic smile and patted Chris on the back as you slowly went past.
âYou were amazing tonight, Y/N, amazing.â Sami nodded, and you smiled as strongly as you could at him, though you werenât sure much came out. Chris squeezed your wrist in recognition, silently partnering Samiâs words.
Just as the curtain closed behind you, he kissed your temple and smoothed some of your hair off your face. As you faced him properly and he pulled you into him a little closer, you couldnât help melting into his arms. With one hand securely on the towel on your side, his other hand cradled the back of your head as you sunk into his shoulder, your breaths becoming shaky.
Alex had already gone in the direction of the medical room only a few doors away, so Chris just held you close for a moment, giving you a second to let go of it all. All the stress in your shoulders, all the pain in your joints, all the disappointment in your mind.
You fell a bit closer into his hold each time you breathed out and if not for his strong grasp, you would have crumbled into a heap on the ground another time over. Your mind was swimming with a hundred thoughts about you, your body, your loss, your fights, your tries, your ankle, your fatigue. Trying to figure out what it all meant while you had three searing pains ripping through you.
The tears that pricked your eyes were the culmination of a long, hard day at work, that was for sure.
Chris kissed your forehead and gently massaged your head with his hand, swaying you as much as he could without forcing your weight onto your ankle.
âIâm proud of you,â He said, almost a whisper in the quiet corridor, but it echoed loudly in your mind.
âYou wrestled better than Iâve ever seen,â He spoke softly, pulling his head back but keeping his arms firmly planted where they were, âand youâve had some damn good matches in your time. Today you were awesome.â
You chuckled at his words, tears falling down your face with a smile. Chris grinned and wiped your cheeks with his thumb before cupping your jaw.
âYouâre amazing, and I love you very much,â He said quietly, sincerely, truthfully. Your eyes shone with the overwhelmed tears that were yet to fall as you sighed, uttering those three words back in barely a whisper.
Chris smiled, that sense of awe in his expression that he often carried after your biggest matches, and his lips met yours. A soft gesture carrying all the care he could feel for you moving slowly against your lips for a few moments before he smiled down at you again, kissed your forehead and moved to turn you both sideways.
âIâd really like to get this sorted now,â he pushed a little bit of pressure onto the towel and you nodded, feeling his shoulders tense up again.
The blissful few seconds you just had quickly washed away as the first steps reminded you just how little your body had left to give, struggling to even walk at all anymore.
Alex poked his head out into the corridor and at the painful grimace back on your face, he waved you over to him. A paramedic stood in the doorway putting on a set of gloves and gazing at you to get a mental headstart on the job.
Once in the room, Chris lifted you onto the table and squeezed your hand to comfort you, before finally conceding his hold on the towel. He gazed at the redness of it with concern and took all his might not to look down at the wound itself, knowing it would only make him panic at this point.
Instead, he moved to the end of the bed and carefully slipped your boot off, letting the other doctor size up the injury as he rounded back up to you.
Chris pulled up a chair and sat beside you, trying his best to give a comforting smile but not hiding the nerves too well. He just sat quietly, letting the medics do their work and letting you squeeze his hand as they dressed and stitched up your side, mentally preparing himself for a night in the hospital with you and your busted-up ankle.
i couldn't decide which prompt to use but saw you did would includes! im not sure how to phrase it, but would you do a nsfw with triple h (current) would include?
Thank you for requesting but I'm really sorry, I don't feel I can write for Triple H in this respect.
I wish I could write so much more than I do, I just struggle to fit it in, but when I have a night off and feelings strike then crazy things happen đ
This and the last fic I've written in like one night then fixed it up the next night and it's done - that is SO fast for me it's unreal!
A/N: So Drew returned on Raw this week and I wrote this faster than I've written anything in a long time. Enjoy some more angst from this feud! Let me know if you want a part 2 of this because I'd love to write moređ
Warnings: verbal conflict - reader is female
Word count: 3.9k
Drew McIntyre x reader, Seth Rollins x sibling!reader
Summary: Seth doesn't take Drew's return to Raw well, and what happens with his sister after the show ends only makes it worse.
94. âCome here.â âWhy?â âJust come here.â âNo, you're going to hit me.â
gif by @samijey
Seth had been suspicious; he had been for a while. He knew there was a new guy you were hiding from him, no matter how many times you denied it nor how little he wanted to believe it could be someone else in the company.
But there was no denying what Seth was seeing. His little sister with a man he barely wanted to see in the corridors again, nevermind talking to you and certainly not as close and cosy as what he was watching, and Seth swore at himself under his breath for coming back in this direction.
Sethâs steps had slowed to a halt, his hands on his hips and chest still breathing deeply after his match, and his wet hair began to cling a bit too tightly to his neck. He couldnât help the heat rising to his ears at the sight of you leaning against the wall with a towering frame shadowing over you. The way you twirled the string of his jacket around your finger was making Sethâs knuckles turn white.
His fury was silent to you. All you focussed on was Drew, inches from you, warmth washing over you without a single touch. His wide shoulders blocked out the surrounding environment and his blue eyes bore into yours, a smirk growing at the movements of your finger pulling him slightly closer to you.
Drew had been away for two months, but the time apart had made it feel like more. You had started to build a connection in the summer before he took a break from the road and the space only made you realise how much you would grow to miss his presence backstage, and more so in the hotels afterwards.
What started as Drew trying to get leverage and extra information about Seth and CM Punk earlier in the year, turned into rendezvouses and long talks between you as he discovered the details and intricacies within you that would keep pulling him into your path. It was devious, exhilarating, a whole new side to Drew youâd never known over the years, and a hell of a lot of fun.
While you never ratted on your brother to him, never shared with Drew what he didnât already know, there was no way Seth could find out you had been talking to him at all.
As a wrestler on the roster, you had your own friendships and rivalries, but Seth always kept an eye on what went on, making sure his feuds never spilled chaos onto you.
About a year ago, heâd taken it almost a step too far. When he caught you sitting in catering with Jey Uso, he all but exploded, finding a poor excuse to pull you away with a firm grip and a push in the opposite direction. The lecture shouted to you on the drive to the hotel was less than kind, and though it was nothing you hadnât heard a million times, his fury was on another level.
It wasnât like it used to be years ago. These rivalries, these men, they were something he didnât want you touching at all.
If Seth knew you had a hand in his business in the summer, knew youâd been texting a wrestler, organising time together between shows, feeling his lips trace your body when the sun had setâŚ
You could only imagine what he might do, especially with the stress heâd been under with his recent matches and The Bloodline.
You hated to see him so riled up about his former friends, but you were grateful that his frustrations had distracted him from your excitement.
There was a spring in your step that day that was hard to contain, a giddiness that buzzed through you. Drew was coming back. Heâd be at the arena, on the show, and back on the road. You would get to hold him again, see his face right in front of your own, get wrapped in his huge arms and hear his deep accent drawl in your ears.
You got goosebumps just thinking about it on the drive to the arena, and thanked whatever entity watched over you that Sethâs bubbling irritation made your exuberance fly under the radar.
Those same shivers ran down your spine as you stood under Drewâs form, his arm beside your head as he leant on the wall behind you with his other hand comfortably squeezing your hip. His bare torso peaked out from beneath his jacket and Drew didnât miss your eyes trailing down the hair that covered his chest and stomach down to his waistband.
You sighed out a breath to restrain the thoughts that wanted to come out but couldnât. Not there, not yet. Your eyes travelled back to Drewâs and the mischievous glint was hard to miss.
âSo, youâll text me your room number later? Iâll catch you up on what youâve been missing around here.â
Though your teasing was loud, your words were quiet. Despite the lack of people around, you always stayed cautious. The last thing you wanted was some gossiping crew member to be wondering why you of all people would be helping Drew out.
If you had known you had a spectator, maybe you would have said something different. Maybe you wouldnât have unravelled your finger from his jacket string and hooked his belt loop to nudge his hips even closer.
âOh, I look forward to hearing, and seeing, all the details Princess.â He glanced up and down your body as his gruff voice rumbled through your chest and his breathy chuckle fanned over your face. With a slight shake of his head, always delightfully taken back by your forward flirting, Drew looked over both shoulders and moved his hand up from your hip towards your chin.
But before his skin touched yours, the sparks trying their best to jump through the gap, Drew dropped both his arms to his sides and stood straight. The smirk had long gone from his lips and his jaw stiffened above his squared shoulders.
Confused by the sudden switch, you followed Drewâs gaze down the hallway and joined him in straightening up. Your eyes went wide with a silent gasp as they met the discerning look on your brotherâs face.
As your body turned to him properly, a slight distance growing between you and Drew, your heart felt like it might burst through your ribs and land thumping on the ground in front of you.
Seth didnât move. He just stood watching the two of you pretend nothing had happened. To anyone else, he would be unreadable, no semblance of a reaction to pick up on, but you saw the tight grip his fingers were having on his hips. He could hide a few things well, but anger wasnât one of them.
A light touch on your lower back stole your attention and pulled your focus back to your end of the hallway. Drew rubbed his hand up and down a little bit. His eyes went without a trace of worry and his gentle touch brought an effort to soothe you.
âIâll see you later, okay?â Drew uttered, his voice pouring like honey. The wink he left you with did nothing but make your heart beat faster, and when you met Sethâs eyes again, it beat so fast the blood was vibrating in your ears.
The lingering flutter on your skin from Drewâs fingers faded with each step he took towards Seth.
The pair exchanged nothing but a glare as he passed on his way to the parking lot. Drew kept his head held high while walking around the corner, whereas Sethâs foot had started tapping on the floor, itching to say what he really thought.
âWhat are you doing?â Seth asked, eerily calm and quiet, a tone that didnât match an inch of his body.
When you struggled for any words, the stifled emotions in his chest broke the surface.
âHuh?â He shouted impatiently, making you jump a little from the sudden noise, and his steps marched towards you.
âDrew McIntyre? What are you doing with him?â His voice was loud, and you knew Drew would be smirking in the next corridor at the sound of Sethâs anger.
âI donât know! I donât know, exactly. It just sort of happened-â
âWhat happened? Hm? You tell me what happened-â
âWhat do I need to tell you? Itâs none of your business what I do.â
âIt is my business when itâs him!â Seth roared. The anger in his eyes rained over you as his voice seemed to echo off the walls. His arm was flung behind him and his heavy breaths filled the silence that followed.
The air around you was getting hotter and clinging to your skin. You knew this was bad, the whole connection with Drew was bad. Youâd known it since it first started.
But you couldnât help yourself. It was fun. The fact it never should have happened fuelled the fire in both of you and now neither of you wanted to stop.
Even with Seth stood in front of you, radiating fury and throwing his arms out in disbelief, even with the threat of whatever actions might come next, not a slither of regret crossed your mind.
âY/N,â he said in a lower volume but just as stern, âeverything I do here, everything I do for you, I do for your safety. I keep you away from those people for a reason. I canât keep you safe if youâre going to go galivanting, playing with their jackets in the hallways, inviting them to treat you however they want. Itâs not right. You canât do that.â His voice grew louder as he spoke, pointing his finger down the hallway before directing itself to you.
You stared down at his finger, huffing out a breath with your hands on your hips. The blood was boiling up in you now, your cheeks tingling red at the nerve your brotherâs words carried. Now it was your voice steadily beginning to ring with the same rage.
âI canât do that? Since when did you start deciding what I can and cannot do?â Seth rolled his eyes â of course you would pick up on the completely wrong thing, the thing he knew he shouldnât had said as soon as it left his mouth. His annoyed attitude only made you angrier.
âYou canât protect me forever. You canât be there all the time. You canât act like I donât know how to look after myself. Weâre not kids anymore, you canât be by my side pushing away every sign of danger-â
âDonât you think I know that? Donât you think thatâs what scares me? Huh?â Seth shouted.
Then, after a second of nothing, just staring daggers at each other while trying to figure out what was going to come next, Seth rubbed his hands down his face and began to turn away before facing you again with his hands heavy by his side.
âI just want you to be okay, and be safe, and think about what youâre doing here. I donât want you to be in danger because of him.â
Even though his hand pointed out to you again, his words were calm, the faint traits of his heart pouring out with them. Seth wasnât the kind to share his feelings easily with you, and never gave much honesty as to why he acted the way he did in certain situations, but the small vulnerability that peaked out was enough for you to know why he cared.
He knew what Drew was capable of. Heâd seen all Drew had done in recent times and witnessed a lot of it first-hand. Heâd lost his championship to Drew and seen the violent spiral of obsession that followed through the year. The Scot had bled out envy and rage more than anyone should. Seth knew how difficult it was to be associated with Drew, especially with CM Punk clouding his mind like a constant fog.
Seth didnât want you remotely close to any of that. The idea of you getting involved with the feud around Summerslam was shot down in an instant with some serious words that rarely left him, and he became guest referee instead, keeping you firmly cemented elsewhere.
But being with Drew was the furthest thing from dangerous. You never worried about a thing with him.
Even in that first interaction months ago, where you sensed there was an ulterior motive to his intentions, Drew was courteous and respectful and followed your lead. He understood why things had to be kept quiet. He made excuses with so many people to give himself free time with you. He shared things with you in those early morning hours wrapped in hotel sheets across the country that he wouldnât imagine telling anybody else. He never came close to laying a rough hand on you once
In fact, you didnât think you ever felt safer walking the WWE halls than when you knew Drew had your back.
Heâd almost risked it all already. Risked exposing what you were together and having Seth rain down on him. All because Liv Morgan had played dirty in your match, with Dominik Mysterio ringside to back her up. You were lucky you made it back to gorilla first, because the look on Drewâs face as he stood waiting for his match, watching the screen with his arms folded and a security guard precariously waiting beside him with a ruffled collar, it was a sight to behold.
Drew didnât care who he had to put down to make sure you were okay. Heâd made that perfectly clear. So how could you worry about danger when one of the most threatening men on the roster all but worshipped the ground you walked on?
You took a moment to think before you spoke, trying not to let a laugh of disbelief out at the notion that Drew would cause you harm. Seth didnât know what Drew was like with you, how he treated you, how his strong arms only made you relax, not worry.
All that Seth had seen was him standing over you in the hallway after attacking Sami Zayn.
âSeth, thereâs nothing to protect me from with him. No danger to be scared about. I promise.â
The look in Sethâs eyes told you he wasnât sure, but when you raised your eyebrows and nodded a little, he knew he had no choice but to back down, even if he didnât believe it yet.
âAlright,â Seth muttered, holding his hands up in defeat as he slowly started down the hall, his words barely hitting your ears as he passed, âwhatever you say.â
You watched as he walked away and sighed, shaking your hands at your side to relieve the tension. But the spinning of Sethâs heel made your head shoot up and your shoulders go tight again.
âWait,â Seth said, pointing at you again and squinting in thought, âyou better not tell me heâs the guyâŚâ
Seth waited for you to respond but you couldnât. You didnât know what to say. Lying to your brotherâs face right in that moment felt wrong, but you couldnât get the truth out.
You shook your head a little and played it off in confusion. âWhat guy?â
Seth raised his eyebrows, and his stare burned through you.
âY/NâŚâ He repeated, daring you to tell him he was right.
The guy. The mystery man that had you smiling at your phone more often, had you unable to take other peopleâs calls, had you listening to softer songs in the car, had you happy.
Each time Seth had noticed something like this, he joked and jeered about your new Prince Charming already making you royalty. Until you started getting flowers handed to you by staff when you showed up at arenas and hotels, and he figured it had to be someone in the company to know where youâd be.
After that, he stopped joking so much and kept his revelations to himself to piece together. If you were happy, then he wanted you to be happy, but if certain wrestlers were acting that way with you then heâd have no choice but to break it up. So, he left it alone for a while, perfectly content with not knowing which of his colleagues wanted to shack up with his sister.
You kept your eyes locked with his. Your hands slotted onto your hips as you opened your mouth to speak, but let nothing out, shrugging a little before you sighed.
You had nothing to say that heâd want to hear. And he had a lifetime of experience in knowing what your secrets looked like.
Seth scoffed and dropped his hand, looking away at anything but you. He ran his hands through his hair and rubbed his face again, sighing out and shaking his head as his hand held his beard and he stared at the ceiling.
âHeâs the guy youâve been seeing.â He mumbled to himself, still shaking his head slightly.
Drew McIntyre. He couldnât believe it was Drew McIntyre. Ater all this time. Through all theyâre escapades this year, he had been sneaking around with his dear little sister right under his nose.
Seth had had thoughts about which of the talent in the locker room could have been trying to win you over. Some of them were true gentlemen that he thought he could grow to accept if he needed to, but they were few and far between, and Drew was certainly not one of them.
He turned his attention back to you, tongue in cheek and his hands falling on his hips as the same anger was bubbling up inside him again.
âHim? Really?â Seth accused with judgement laced in his tone. He wanted to shout, you could tell by the way his jaw tightened and how his eyebrows furrowed, but he held himself back.
How could he shout when you were stood in front of him like that.
Fear traced every line of you, unsure what he would say or do. Youâd played the scenario over in your mind a thousand times, how you would tell him gently, ease him into the idea with subtle hints in the days before.
You prepared for any way he could react to that. You never once prepared for him stumbling across you almost kissing in the hallway five minutes after an episode of Raw.
The way you couldnât look him in the eye and chewed on your lip as you anticipated his next move made Seth rethink his actions.
He really did think you looked happy during the past few months. But seeing you panic about what he might do due to who was causing that happiness? The feeling made his stomach drop.
Sethâs duty was to protect you, not scare you. It always had been, and nothing in the world would change that.
He took a moment to really take in the sight of you and the way the nervousness embodied itself from your head to toe. All he could do was sigh before stretching out a hand to you.
âCome here.â
âWhy?â You asked, suspicious of his tender tone and the inviting wag of his fingers.
âJust come here.â
âNo, you're going to hit me.â
Seth raised his eyebrows at you mockingly, silently asking if you really thought heâd do such a thing.
When he saw you werenât entirely joking, he rolled his eyes and tutted against his teeth, taking a step closer to reach and grab the back of your shoulder.
You dragged your feet to cover the rest of the space between you before his arms fully pulled you in.
The hug enveloped you, a familiar comfort washing over you. Even though his back was sweaty, and his hair dripped on your skin, you wrapped your arms tight around his waist.
You could very much sense the uncertainty in his body, the tension that still lay there from his promo, his match, him seeing you with Drew then finding out you had been cosying up for months.
But his hand squeezed your shoulder and all you felt was security. Trust. Resolution.
You could feel his beard moving a little against your head as his mouth opened and closed a few times. It was a vision in your mind as clear as day - him trying to find the right words to translate what his heart wanted you to know.
âPromise me that if anything happens, youâll tell me.â He said lowly in your ear. You chuckled a little to yourself, the one youâd stifled before but didnât manage to stop this time.
âNo, Iâm serious Y/N. Promise me,â He said, pulling his head away and grabbing your shoulders with his hands, âbecause Iâll kick his ass in a heartbeat if he hurts you.â
In any other circumstance, heâd say this as a joke. Itâd be your big brother kidding around, wanting to tear the whole city down when he knew youâd be alright doing it on your own. But this time it wasnât so funny to him, and he needed to hear you say you trusted him. That you knew Seth would protect you no matter who stood on the other side of the fight.
His eyes searched yours inquisitively, looking for any hint of doubt beneath the surface. It was a seriousness you hadnât seen before.
âI promise.â You said earnestly, and you saw a slight relief flood his features.
Seth knew you. If you wanted to do something, by all means necessary, you were going to do it. This was as much as he could do about you seeing Drew as possible.
At least for now, anyway.
He squeezed your shoulders again and gave the smallest smile he could as he stepped away. You knew Seth didnât trust Drew, not a single bit, but he trusted you. You just hoped he trusted you enough.
âAlright,â Seth breathed out, âI left my shirt in gorilla so,â he pointed over his shoulder as his words trailed off.
âYeah, you, er, you better go get that.â You said, not knowing what else to say. You both werenât used to moments like that all too often, and the last thing you wanted was him boiling over again from a silly comment.
He nodded and started walking away but turned to walk backwards as he spoke again.
âIâll shower then weâll head to the hotel. That still your plan?â He asked, and you couldnât tell if he was mocking this time.
It would be just his nature to make that joke, but this wasnât a laughing matter for him, and you knew it. He had a genuine curious look on his face, a hopeful one that you wouldnât be diving into Drewâs arms, that you wouldnât be leaving the arena with a man he had lost all love for.
âYeah, of course,â You tried to speak with positivity, but felt silly for trying, âIâll meet you at the car in 20.â
Seth sent a thumbs up over his head as he finally turned around for good.
You just watched him walking away from you, his head down as he unwrapped the tape from his wrists with force. His shoulders still showed the stress he felt, and you couldnât start to imagine what thoughts were running through his mind with each step.
This was not how you expected the night to end. A much-anticipated reunion with Drew now presumably overshadowed by plans of how to not let this impact his return to the roster.
While you wanted to stay excited at the thought of alone time with him again, all you could think about as you headed to the arena exit was what on earth you and Seth were going to talk about in the car.
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92) "I have to go." "No, you have to stay here with me."
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"I have to go." Jude drawled out, his deep voice distrupting the calm air.
"No, you have to stay here with me." You said, almost whispering against his neck, pulling him in just that little bit tighter.
Jude sighed and let his finger trail up and down the skin on your arm a few more times.
If he could stay right here, under the warm bedsheets with you tucked into his side, clothes long forgotten on the floor and your familiar scent in the room, then he'd be a happy man.
But he's only in town for the night. And there are places he needs to be. And he was already meant to leave 20 minutes ago.
Jude rested his free arm behind his head as he watched the lights of nearby buildings shine through the window where the curtains parted. The dark sky only fed his wistful thoughts of staying a little longer.
Maybe he could stay the night. Maybe, if he skipped breakfast, he could get his driver to pick him up from your building in the morning. Maybe, if the traffic was low, he could buy some food at the airport and not be a minute late. Maybe, if he admitted how much he wanted it, he could fall asleep by your side like he used to.
Your gentle breaths made your chest rise and fall against his while the low light coated your bodies in a honey-yellow glow. As Jude peered down at the leg wrapped around his own, and at his hand slotted comfortably around your waist, he pulled himself out of the plans forming in his head.
In truth, it wasn't like it used to be. The silly teenagers caught up in carefree dates and fun rendezvouses. The countless hours watching television and playing games and taking things further than they should, just to roll over and wake up as friends again. It's not like that at all now.
Jude lived in Spain. You didn't talk every day. He was rumoured to be dating a new girl every month. You dyed your hair. Both of you have grown up a lot.
His move to Madrid changed everything and he doesn't feel the same way about you.
Now, he feels he loves you more than he ever could last year.
The physical distance between you never brought down the fire of your relationship. The sparks that reignited every time you saw each other made him realise what the butterflies in his stomach had yet to announce. The exciting reunions after time apart proved how good you could be and made him long for you more.
But it wasn't plausible. Jude could see himself drowning in you, turning his life upside down to be with you, growing to hate Madrid because it's where you can't be, never once leaving the warmth your arms provided. It couldn't happen. Not now. Not when everything else was as good as it was.
Jude took a breath and lifted your arm off his body.
"No," he huffed quietly, "I have to go."
He could barely look at you as he sat up and pulled the sheets out of the way, fearing that any trace of disappointment on your face would pull him right back into the dream. He was careful in his movements but your side turned cold in his absence.
The drop in your heart went unspoken as you watched him slip his clothes back on. The heavy silence filled Jude with regret and he cursed himself inside. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head a little at the feeling of the mattress moving as you pushed yourself against the headboard.
Jude wished he could find the right words, certain that anything he could say at that moment would only cause more harm. So he sat on the edge of the bed, buttoning up his shirt without a word, refusing to turn to meet the eyes that bore a hole into his back.
Teasing her about dating Remus even though you actually like him a lot.
âSays the one dating a man old enough to be our dad!â âLike youâve got a good taste in men, Miss "I used to have a crush on Charlie Weasleyââ - and thatâs how that secret got broadcast to everybody.
Being jealous when in Hogwarts that she was a metamorphmagus, so much so you studied how to be an animagus constantly so she wouldnât seem better than you.
You mastered it a year after you left Hogwarts and she made you a small cake to celebrate, proud you finally achieved the skill.
Now you use it to try and one-up her whenever you fight.
Being the only person that can call her Nymph without getting your head blown off, even if it did take a while for her to let you.
Helping her with her pranks at Hogwarts.
She dyed your hair as a prank one day.
She also helped you re-dye it for a while when you decide you liked the way it looked.
Knowing you could be your true self as not only would your sister support you through everything, but if anyone else had a problem, Nymph would blast them through a wall.
Covering for her when she snook into Filchâs office to get her confiscated dung bombs back.
Drawing moving doodles when you were both in detention and finding different ways to get them to the other side of the room to each other.
Any relaxed group gathering you both are at sees hundreds of papers flying around the room still.
Her being supportive of the career you want to follow when your parents were unsure about it.
Worrying about her a lot when she became an auror.
You were the first person her and Remus told about her pregnancy.
You were so happy for them and made sure they knew you would babysit at any time because "that baby is going to need all the help it can get with parents like you two.â
There were also many questions about werewolf babies that earned you a few smacks on the arm from your sister, but Remus had laughing along.
Whilst pregnant, she made a routine of showing up at your place for a chat, eating all your food, then leaving.
It happened so much you started moving your food upstairs so she couldnât find it.
When that didnât work and she found the huge stash under your bed, you genuinely consider moving and not telling her where you went, just to keep her away.
You make sure Teddy knows how cool his mother was every day that you see him.
A big part of your life after the battle of Hogwarts is spent trying to be the figure in Teddyâs life that Nymph was in yours.
Random situation prompts in different genres for two characters - feel free to choose one for a request! (check the bio to see what is open)
A sitting in the kitchen with a frozen spoon pressed on their neck trying to get rid of a hickey, half-heartedly complaining about B being a vampire.
Trying to have sex in the front seat of a car and it's working okay until A's ass lands on the car horn, then they have to scramble to get their clothes on because they just blared a horn in a residential area at 1am and the lights in houses are starting to come on.
Trying to talk to each other but they're brushing their teeth and are still half asleep, so it all sounds like nonsense.
A forgets their phone/wallet/other on the way out of the house, when B mentions they forgot something, A gives them a swift kiss and âI love youâ before B sheepishly hands A what they actually forgot.
After a stressful day, A makes B a cup of coffee to cheer them up, except it's in the mug they hate and there's too much sugar in it and they asked for hot chocolate.
Flirting their way out of trouble goes easily and naturally for A and horrendously bad for B.
A kissing B's hand and asking them to dance at a wedding.
Hanging out with a group of friends and whilst making a drink in the kitchen, A tries to get a little action from B during a moment alone, but friends keep walking in whenever A gets somewhere with it and they have to stop so the friend doesn't realise they're dating.
Making out on the sofa and A moving to straddle B's lap except they accidently knee B in the balls and have to get ice for them instead.
Having to explain to someone else that both their necks have bruises because of a back-and-forth flicking war, not because they've been hooking up.
The baby always seems to spill food whilst sat on A's lap but B always remains unstained.
A not caring about getting sick from B and still goes in for kisses.
Having a drinking contest, A downs their drink faster but B is the one who doesn't throw up, so the winner is undecided.
A trying to kiss B's cheek throughout the day but B keeps ducking out of the way so their makeup isnât ruined, much to A's annoyance.
The baby keeps crying and A can't seem to stop it, but B is a baby whisperer, and it takes them all of 2 seconds in B's arms for the baby to be quiet.
A pulling B closer to them by their waistband or tie or necklace for a kiss.
Whilst standing outside the club, A stops B from falling as they take their heels off, but A doesn't remove their hand afterwards, and B doesn't want them to.
A giving the energetic kids something to do before going to the other room to deal with B who the kids stressed out.
A walking in on B reading the baby an adultâs book because if B has to read the hungry caterpillar one more time, they'll snap.
A getting distracted from the conversation when B stretches, their jumper lifting up and showing their stomach.
