You were missing home a lot more than usual as of late. You haven’t been able to go back in ages due to the amount of work that just had kept piling up. It made you really upset but that didn’t help anything so you just took it and kept on working hard knowing that once this stretch was over you’ll finally be home.
At the end of the week your body was aching and you couldn’t wait to take this whole weekend to relax and just hang out with your animals and your boyfriend Alex.
You slowly walked through the door and put your stuff on the floor as you said hello to all of your fur babies as your boyfriend walked into the room,” Hey babe.” Alex said as he walked over to you.
“Hey.” You said before wrapping your arms around him,” I missed you guys so much.” You said as you pecked his lips.
“We missed you too.” Alex said as he pecked your lips back.
“I have plans later on.” You said as he gave you a weird look.
“Already? Didn’t you just get home from a crazy schedule?”
“Yeah but it’s nothing crazy, I’m having a bonfire and you should join me. If you don’t it’ll just be me and the dogs.”
“Well as much as I believe that they will be and are the greatest company. I haven’t gotten to see much of you as of late so I’ll just have to take you up on that offer.”
“Good it’s a date.” You said before walking away to go get yourself ready for the night.
“My imagination is f*cking you like crazy right now.” with Adam Page?
Q&A
A/N: I loved this one!!
Spending any time alone together with your significant other, when you’re both wrestlers is rare. And when you’re both in Bullet Club? It’s even worse.
Page and I, were hoping to be spend some much needed, time alone, when The Bucks, and the rest of the BTE crew stormed in without knocking. Thankfully, they hadn’t caught us doing anything.
“Q&A time guys!” Nick exclaimed, setting up the camera.
Page looked at me and sighed. I shrugged, and looked at Matt. “Do we really have to?” I asked.
Matt nodded. “Of course you do! Geez guys. Now, shh. We’re about to go live.”
We groaned, as they started the video, and started to take questions.
Page leaned over to me. “My imagination is f*cking you like crazy right now.” He whispered, in my ear. I tried not to smile, as my face turned bright red.
“Well, you’re gonna have to hold that thought.” I whispered back.
Matt turned around to look at us. “Here’s a question,” He started, trying not to laugh. “What are Page, and Y/N whispering about behind you guys?” He read, causing both of us to get embarrassed.
“Well, we did kinda just barge in on them. I have to guess they would rather be doing something else.” Cody teased.
“Unfortunately, they decided to be friends with people who know absolutely no boundaries.” Kenny chuckled.
Nick shrugged. “I guess, I’ll have to remember to give you guys a notice next time.”
We looked at the ground, becoming more, and more, mortified by the conversation. I hid my face in my hands, and Page smacked his forehead.
Marty chuckled. “Don’t worry guys. We’ll cut ‘vis short, just ‘fer you guys.” He teased.
Page rolled his eyes, and breathed a laugh.
“It’s the least you could do, after what you just put us through.”
Next time, we’ll have to make sure we lock the door, first thing.
Adam Cole:
“I still remember the way you taste.”
“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”
“This wasn't supposed to be this complicated.”
“You want to go to Taco Bell?”
Adam Cole/Brenna Marlow (OC):
“Watch me.”
Alex Shelley:
“Blood? Are you bleeding?”
Cesaro:
"Why the fuck do you have gasoline?”
Colt Cabana:
"You don’t see me.”
Corey Graves:
“What are you thinking about?”/“I should have told you a long time ago."
Drew McIntyre/Galloway:
“Why are you whispering?”
Finn Balor:
“You make me want things I can’t have.”
“I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”
Kazuchika Okada:
“We need to talk about what happened last night.”
Kenny Omega:
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Please talk to me about it.”
“SEE! I told you you'd hate it.”
Kevin Owens:
"We watched some horror movie... I think it’s called, ‘the Teletubbies..’?”
Marty Scurll:
“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”
Nick Jackson:
“Why did you do it? Tell me.”
Pete Dunne:
“You’re in love with her.”
"I'm just trying to help you.” - smut
Sami Zayn:
“Do you regret it?”
Seth Rollins:
"It's three in the morning."
"You lied to my face."
#55 and Marty Scurll. Maybe a little bit of smut? Reader and him have been friends for years and are finally about to cross that line but she is freaking out because she doesn't want their friendship to be ruined
Masterlist
Prompt: “For once in your life, stop overthinking everything.”
A/N: This got out of hand. This is more of a small fic than a drabble.
“You two are like the cliched romantic movie couples! From friends to lovers!”
“Shut up Toni!” you said, smacking her arm. Quickly, you glanced over your shoulder. Marty didn’t seem to have noticed Toni’s loud talking. Not that you blamed him, the club was so loud. Each thud of bass was making your head ache. The alcohol was not helping either. You weren’t inclined to drink but today, you needed to. Finally, today was the day. You were going to try and tell your best friend for over six years, that you loved him.
You finally came to terms with your feelings for him a week ago. A long time, you know. The feelings had grown after about a year and a half. They, annoyingly, never went away. No matter how many people you were with, you just could never find someone that made you as happy as Marty. You two were attacked at the hip, even sharing rooms from time to time.
“Are you ever going to tell him?” You looked back at Toni, quickly shifting your gaze to your drink. It would be a lie to say that you hadn’t thought about confessing to him. Hell, you had spent nights, lying awake, tossing and turning as you tried to come up with a way to say it. Just saying “hey, we have been best friends for six years and I love you. But, not in a friend way,” just didn’t seem right. So you never said anything. You watched as women, thinner and prettier than you, danced by with Marty. None of them lasted long, but it still hurt you. “Hey,” Toni said, nudging your arm. Shaking your head slightly, you looked over at her. “Are you?”
“I don’t know. I want to try tonight, but, I don’t want to be rejected and then have to share a room with him for the rest of the tour.”
“You can stay with me,” she says. You pause, weighing your options.
“I don’t know…” you mumble. Toni rolls her eyes and gets up, but you don’t notice, far too wrapped up in your thoughts. She came back with two shots in each of her hands. “What are those?” You ask, you were just fine with the gin and coke you had.
“What do you mean? They are shots!” She set two down in front of you, smiling. You looked at the clear liquid and then back up her, exasperation all over your face.
“What are they?”
“Does it matter?” She asks, taking one in her hand and forcibly putting one in your hand. Quickly, she tapped her glass against yours and downed hers. Rolling your eyes, you copied, wincing at the burning in your throat. You drank the other one quickly, hopping the quicker you do it, the less it will burn.
Your head was starting to swim slightly and you glanced around. The flashing light combined with the loud music was making your eyes water. “I think I’m gonna get Marty to drive me home,” you mumble. Toni just nods, eyeing up an attractive guy sitting at the bar. You stumble your way over to Marty, who was surrounded by fellow Bullet Club members. “Hey,” you mumbled, tugging on his shirt.
“Are you drunk?” You held up your index finger and thumb, holding them about an inch apart.
“Could you take me home?” You asked, pawing at his shoulder. Marty sighed. He got up, saying his goodbyes to all the BC guys, grabbed his keys and steared you out if the club.
When the cool air hit your face, it helped you sober up a bit. You gulped down several deep breaths. Marty wrapped his arm around your waist and started guiding you down the sidewalk. “So,” he asks, “what’s the special occasion?”
“What?” You asked, confused.
“You drinking,” Marty explained. “You almost never drink, especially not to get drunk.”
“Toni needed a drinking buddy,” you said lamely. Either being drunk made you a better liar, or Marty just didn’t want to push you anymore, because he didn’t push for more information. The rest of the rather short walk was silent. Marty helped you up the stairs to your shared hotel room. You brushed him off slightly, trying to walk into the room by yourself. Luckily enough for you, there was a convenient chair leg in your way and you pitched forward.
Marty’s strong arms wrapped around your waist before you could face plant. “There’s a chair there,” you mumbled.
“Yes, there is,” Marty says, practically dragging you to your bed. He plopped you down and started taking your shoes off for you. You laid back, resting your head on the pillow. He had barely taken the shoes off before when you sat up straight. Marty actually jumped and slightly stumbled back. You launched out of bed and started pacing. It was now or never. You needed to do this. The swimming in your head didn’t matter. The slight sway to your walk didn’t matter. This was the only thing that mattered.
“Marty, we need to talk.”
“What you need is some water and Advil,” Marty said, trying to get you to lay down again.
“No Marty,” you say, shaking off his hands again. “The reason I got drunk was because I need to tell you something.” Marty bit his lip, sitting down reluctantly. You faced him feeling your resolve start to falter. In an effort to keep yourself together, you starred pacing again. “Okay, so we have been friends for a really long time. You have always been there for me. At first I never noticed, well I kinda always noticed but never really said anything because why would you feel the same,” you got off track somehow and kept babbling. You cut yourself off, mid sentence, and started again.
“So, I have had to see a lot of women come and go for you. It took me six years to fully accept what I felt for you.” Finally, you planted yourself in front of Marty. Your heart slowly started to beat faster and faster. There was a very noticeable shake in your hands, which you balled up into fists to try and stop them. “Marty, I…I,” your voice cracked. “I love you,” you said in a rush, not even looking at him. Instead you looked down at your feet.
Seconds stretched into minutes. You could feel him looking you. It was all too much. You wanted to run.
The bed creaked. You couldn’t look up. All you would see is disgust and rejection. Marty’s feet joined yours in your field of vision. “Was it when I dated Natalie for you too?” You looked up, bewildered.
“Huh?”
“When I dated Natalie, I came to the conclusion I loved you. Is that the same time for you?” You just stared at him.
“You…you love me?” You mumble. Marty smirked. Quicker than you thought possible, Marty’s lips were pressed against yours. Who initiated the kiss? You had no damn clue. His beard scrapped at your face slightly, but hell, you could care less. There was a gentle nature to it all, almost like he was afraid to hurt you. But you were too tipsy and too needy to be slow. You nipped at his bottom lip making him moan. Taking the opportunity, you slid your tongue into his mouth.
The soft edge was gone quickly. Marty gripped your hips, pushing you against the wall behind you. His hands fumbled at your jeans, finally finding the buttons and undoing them. You grabbed his shirt, yanking it off. Marty’s hands slid around to slip into your jeans and grab your ass. He moved his lips to your neck as he pulled down your jeans.
Your brain was slow to process, but when it does, you push him away slightly. “Are you sure you want this?” You ask.
“God, for once in your life stop overthinking everything.” You smiled. He grabbed your hips again and pulled you against him, kissing you deeply. Although your head was swimming with half formed thoughts, one thing was clear. You and Marty loved each other. That was all you needed.
Ohh you write Adam Cole sooo good as a lil smug yet adorable prick. Him with the first line? "I'm here now. What are your other two wishes?"
Late
“Adam, you were supposed to be here like, an hour ago.”
I stated sternly over the phone.
He let out a sigh. “I know, I know, I’m sorry..” He started. “But, I’ll be there soon, I promise.”
“Yeah, you’d better.” I teased, causing him to chuckle.
“Oh, believe me, I know you need me as soon as possible. I’d never make you wait longer than you have to. That’d just be cruel.” He teased, and though I couldn’t see him I could tell he was smirking.
“Shut up Adam. I’ll see you soon.” I chuckled, before hanging up.
When he got here, I greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, before wrapping my arms around his neck. He rested his hands on my waist, and smirked.
“I’m here. Now, what are your other two wishes.” He teased.
I rolled my eyes, and chuckled. “You’d better have an excuse for being late.
“I promise, I’ll make it up to you.” He said, before kissing me. I couldn’t help but smile.
I felt Marty’s hands on my waist, from behind, as I was trying to touch up on my make up. “Do we really ‘ave to go Love? We could just cancel.” He sighed, I shook my head.
“No, we’re going. You’re the one who told Matt we’d meet them for lunch, it’d be rude to cancel now.” I stated sternly.
“I was planning on canceling. All I want, is ‘ta be alone ‘wif you.” He smirked, hoping it’d change my mind.
I rolled my eyes, as I turned to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Well, I guess, you’ll just have to be alone with me later Marty.” I teased. He bit his lip.
“What happens if I do ‘vis?”
He asked, as he kissed my neck.
“Marty..come on.” I chuckled, knowing exactly what he was trying to do, and knowing it would definitely work.
“Or vis?” He said, as he picked me up, and smirked, as I hooked my thighs around him.
I let out a sigh, before smiling. “You get to tell Matt we aren’t coming.”
His smirk grew wider, and he nodded. “Deal.” He replied, before crashing his lips into mine.
Matt exclaimed, as he swung the door to my dressing room, to see me standing in my bra, and underwear.
“Matt!” I exclaimed, trying to cover myself up.
He cocked his head. “Is that a new bra?” He asked, smiling, as he crossed his arms.
“Get out!” I yelled, before smacking my forehead.
“Oh! Right! Sorry!” He exclaimed as he shut the door.
“You okay?” Nick asked, as he made his way over.
Matt bit his lip to keep from smiling. “Never better..”
“Well..is Y/N coming? We gotta go.” Nick replied, curious as to why his brother was acting so weird. Matt didn’t reply, he just smiled at the ground. Nick snapped his fingers to get his attention. “What’s wrong with you? Are you gonna answer me?” He asked.
Matt cleared his throat. “Just leave Y/N alone Nick! She’ll come out when she’s ready!” He exclaimed as he started to blush, before running off.
