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In My Corner

(Part 10), Part 11, (Part 12)

CM Punk/Phil Brooks x reader

Seth Rollins/Colby Lopez x reader

TW: Colby and Y/N have their first couple-esque fight 😭. Other than that just regular wrestling violence.

Tags: @reebs-luvs-rhodes-and-wrestling, @scream4mami , @mandmilovehim, @dummylovewp, @insomnia-bookworm, @mill7531

✧･ﾟ:*ᴵ’ᵐ ᵇᵉᵃᵘ ᵗᶦᶠᵘˡ (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)*:･ﾟ✧*

The Georgia morning air was still thick with the smell of last night’s bonfire, mingled with the faint sweetness of syrup and leftover pancakes. Y/N zipped up her hoodie as she stepped out onto the porch, her duffel bag slung over one shoulder. Colby followed behind her, dragging his suitcase down the steps with a grunt that sounded more dramatic than necessary.

“You’re not lifting the thing, you’re rolling it,” Y/N said, smirking over her shoulder.

Colby shot her a look. “Let me have my moment, woman. It’s early.”

Cody appeared at the front door in socks, balancing a half-eaten piece of toast in one hand and a mug in the other. “Aww, y’all really leavin’?” he asked with a half-hearted pout.

“I unfortunately have a job that requires me to be present every Friday,” Y/N said, stepping forward to give him a quick side hug. “The world needs me.”

He snorted. “The world needs you to yell at me more during game night, apparently.”

“I was coaching you,” she said with mock offense. “Like a good teammate.”

Colby raised his brows. “That’s what we’re calling it now?”

Brandi leaned in the doorway, smiling as she held Liberty—who was still in her unicorn pajamas and clinging to a stuffed dinosaur. “You guys be safe. Text when you land.”

“I will,” Y/N promised, stepping over to kiss Liberty on the head. “Later, little monster.”

Liberty yawned against her mom’s shoulder, barely awake but still murmured, “Bye Auntie Y/N… tell wrestling I said hi…”

Colby chuckled. “That’s going on a shirt.”

They waved one last time as they walked to the car. It was quiet for a minute, just the soft thrum of tires on asphalt and the occasional birdsong. Colby glanced over as he started the engine, reaching for the aux cord. “Airport playlist or ‘let’s pretend we’re in a moody indie film’ silence?”

Y/N smiled. “Dealer’s choice.”

He chose silence. The two of them watch as the scenery passes by. It’s still rather early so Colby punched in an address to a random coffee shop, swinging by so they could get a bit of a pick me up before sitting on the plane for a few hours.

The sun hadn’t even fully risen when they placed their orders. It didn’t take the barista long to make their orders. Before they knew it, they were sitting back in the car. Y/N leaned her head against the window, hoodie pulled tight, nursing a coffee Colby insisted was too sweet for a grown adult.

“I’m just saying,” he muttered as he turned onto the freeway, “if you order your coffee with that much syrup, it’s not coffee anymore. It’s dessert in a cup.”

Y/N didn’t even look at him. “Let me enjoy things.”

“You’re drinking a cupcake.”

“You’re complaining about it like you didn’t finish half of it when we were in line.”

“That was a taste test. For science.”

She cracked a sleepy smile and finally turned toward him. “You moaned, Colby.”

“I don’t remember that,” he said, deadpan. “Fake news.”

She snorted, turning her attention back to the road ahead, her fingers curling around the warm paper cup. “Your toxic trait is acting like you're not dramatic when you’re literally the most dramatic person I’ve ever met.”

His lips quirked into a smug little grin. “That’s slander. And deeply hurtful.”

They slid back into silence for a bit — comfortable, easy. Y/N checked a few emails on her phone while Colby hummed along to whatever playlist he had running. The airport was only a half hour out, but the warmth in the car made everything feel slower, sleepier.

By the time they made it through security and boarded, Colby was already acting like he owned the window seat despite very clearly not claiming it earlier.

“I swear to god,” Y/N muttered, trying to shove her backpack into the footwell, “you are a child.”

“Correction,” he said, already buckling his seatbelt, “I’m a national treasure. Let me have the window. You can sleep on my shoulder.”

Y/N paused. “Fine. But if you drool on me again, I’m telling Joe.”

He smirked. “Joe already knows I’m the better travel buddy.”

“He once threatened to duct tape your mouth shut on a bus.”

“Allegedly.”

Y/N settled in beside him, bumping his leg with hers just to annoy him, and finally opened her phone again as the plane began to taxi. Her notifications were nothing special — a few Instagram tags, a message from Brandi, and then…

A text from Phil.

Phil:

He says he wants to meet you. Sick of just hearing about you all the time.

Y/N blinked.

Her fingers hovered over the screen for a second longer than necessary. It was a good picture — a little blurry, very Phil — and the message was short, but… it hit her somewhere strange. Not in a bad way. Just unexpected.

She didn’t even realize she was smiling until Colby spoke. “What’s that look?” His tone was casual, but not careless. He was looking at her now, one brow raised, like he was trying not to read too much into it — but already was.

Y/N hesitated. Her thumb locked the screen. She didn’t owe him an explanation, not really… but the last few days had shifted something between them. They weren’t lying to each other anymore. So she looked at him and said, “Phil sent a photo of his dog Larry.”

Colby didn’t respond immediately. His jaw ticked once, like he was physically forcing himself to stay neutral.

She continued gently, “I’ve never met him. Larry.”

A beat of silence passed. Then Colby leaned his head back against the seat and exhaled slowly through his nose. “Right.”

She could see it in the way his arms crossed — not tight, but guarded. It wasn’t jealousy. It was something deeper. Protective. Careful. Y/N reached out without thinking, hand finding his under the small blanket folded on her lap. Her fingers laced through his. Squeezed once. He didn’t pull away. She said quietly, “I didn’t flirt back, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

Colby glanced sideways at her. “Was it flirty?”

“Not… not exactly. It was just a comment.” She paused. “But it made me smile. That’s the truth.”

He was quiet again. Then, finally, he spoke, his voice low. “I’m not mad. I just—”

“You don’t trust him.”

“I don’t like him,” he corrected sharply, then sighed. “But I trust you. Just… don’t let him back in enough to hurt you again.”

Y/N stared at him for a second. Then, softly: “I won’t.”

Colby turned his hand over so hers was resting in his palm. He traced a thumb gently along her wrist, like it calmed him down. “I know what it’s like to get sucked back in,” he said, so quiet it barely made it over the engine noise. “Just… remember how far you’ve come.”

She leaned her head on his shoulder. “Hard to forget,” she murmured.

He kissed her hair once, then pulled his hoodie over his face dramatically. “Wake me when we land.”

Y/N smiled — tired, fond — and whispered, “You’re the worst.”

“I’m adorable.”

“Go to sleep.”

✧･ﾟ:*ᴵ’ᵐ ᵇᵉᵃᵘ ᵗᶦᶠᵘˡ (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)*:･ﾟ✧*

The hum of backstage activity hit them the second they stepped through the arena doors—crates being rolled, radios squawking, and the quiet thud of boots over concrete. Y/N didn’t hesitate. She adjusted the strap of her bag and strode forward like she owned the place, Colby trailing close behind her.

But when he reached for her hand, she slowed. “Seriously?” she asked, arching a brow at him.

Colby shrugged like it was nothing, but there was a spark behind his eyes. “Just makin’ sure everyone knows you’re still the star around here.”

His fingers threaded with hers like he’d been doing it for years. Y/N glanced down at their hands, then back up. “Fine. Just don’t be weird.”

He grinned. “Too late.”

They rounded a corner, and it didn’t take long for the whispers to start. Two production assistants by Gorilla stopped mid-conversation to stare outright. One of them whispered behind her water bottle, “Is that… is she holding hands with Seth Rollins?”

Behind them, a familiar voice muttered, “Well damn, took long enough.”

Y/N turned to find Bianca walking past, an amused smirk pulling at his lips. “Thought y’all were gonna keep pretending for another year.”

Colby winked. “Where’s the fun in that?”

A few steps later, Grayson Waller leaned against a production crate with Theory and let out a low whistle. “I knew there was something there. No one argues on TV that much unless they’re screwing.”

Y/N didn’t even dignify that with a response. She just flipped him off over her shoulder as Colby chuckled beside her.

“She’s classy, that one,” Theory quipped.

“She’s spicy,” Waller grinned. “I respect it.”

Further down the hall, Pam passed them, eyebrows climbing as she looked between their joined hands and Y/N’s expression. “Well well,” she teased. “About damn time. Everyone backstage owes me fifty bucks.”

Colby chuckled, but his jaw ticked slightly at that one. The chatter, the glances—he could feel the eyes on them like stage lights. But it wasn’t just that. It was the way they looked at her. She was in her zone—smirking, brushing off the comments, walking like nothing could touch her. But Colby knew her. He knew every tiny breath she took when she was just a little overwhelmed. And he couldn’t help it. He slid his hand from hers and let it trail along her lower back—low enough to toe the line, firm enough to make her pause mid-step. “Colby,” she warned, barely under her breath.

“What?” he murmured close to her ear, lips brushing her cheek. “You’re mine. Let ’em look.”

She tried to glare, but it wobbled when he dipped in closer, breath hot against her neck. “Gonna start doing this more often if it keeps getting under everyone’s skin.”

“You’re such a drama queen.”

He grinned. “And you love it.”

Before she could argue, they stopped in front of the Bloodline locker room. She paused, adjusting the strap of her duffel on her shoulder. “You sure you want to hang around here all night?” she asked, a little softer now. “You don’t have to play watchdog, you know.”

Colby tilted his head, giving her that dry half-smile. “You’re always backstage at Raw, cheering me on, breaking up potential homicides—least I can do is watch you cause a little chaos here.”

Her smile warmed, despite herself. “You’re not gonna get in trouble, are you?”

“I thrive on trouble,” he deadpanned. “Besides. Who’s gonna stop me? Paul?”

She laughed, leaned in, and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “I’ll find you after.”

“I’ll be lurking.”

With a small wave, Y/N pushed the door open—and didn’t even get one foot inside before the teasing started. “Well damn,” Jon grinned from the bench, halfway into his gear. “You showin’ up with Monday Night arm candy now?”

Joseph didn’t look up from his phone. “Guess we know why she’s been dodging our texts all week.”

Y/N shut the door behind her, rolling her eyes. “You two are so predictable.”

Jon widened his eyes. “I’m just sayin’. You looked real cozy in that hallway.”

“He flew in with me. That’s it.”

“Y/N,” Joseph said flatly, finally glancing up. “He was holding your hand. We’re not blind.”

Jon added with a dramatic gasp, “You kiss him too?”

“I’m not dignifying that with an answer.”

Jon smirked. “You so kissed him.”

Y/N sat down and began pulling her boots out of her bag. “I hate you both. Deeply.”

Joseph leaned forward. “Does Joe know he’s here?”

“Nope. And he’s not getting involved. He’s just here to support.”

“That’s brave,” Jon muttered. “Considering last time he got within two feet of Roman, he got folded like laundry.”

Y/N snorted. “He’s aware.”

There was a pause, then Joseph said, “So what’s the deal tonight? Us against Orton, Knight, and Styles?”

Jon groaned. “Yup. Joe’s out. Paul says we’re playing it off as strategy, but really we’re just short a body.”

Y/N blinked. “That’s a three-on-two.”

“Thanks, math wizard.”

“You need a third?”

Jon lifted his chin. “You volunteering?”

She hesitated—then smirked. “Maybe. I technically wasn’t supposed to fight tonight, but I’ve always got my gear ready.”

Joseph nodded slowly. “Wouldn’t be the weirdest thing that happened this week. Besides, Aldis loves you. Not like he’ll say no.”

Jon grinned. “Just sayin’—if you wanna show off for your man out there, we won’t stop you.”

Y/N threw a wrist tape roll at his head.

✧･ﾟ:*ᴵ’ᵐ ᵇᵉᵃᵘ ᵗᶦᶠᵘˡ (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)*:･ﾟ✧*

The backstage halls of the arena buzzed with the kind of organized chaos Y/N had grown used to over the years—light rigs being adjusted, clipboards being waved in frantic directions, and a low undercurrent of crowd noise bleeding through the concrete walls.

She looked good. She felt good. Her entrance gear was draped over her arm, makeup sharp, hair already done and out of her face. She walked like she owned the place—not out of arrogance, but because walking with purpose made people get out of your way. That, and it was fun to make the production crew flinch when they realized she was headed straight at them.

She rounded a corner just as someone stepped in her path. Y/N stopped short, raising an eyebrow.

Kevin Owens just stared at her with a vaguely unimpressed expression, one brow twitching as he took a loud bite of his apple. "You're out here stomping around like you're late for a title defense," he said, voice dry as the arena air. "Relax, boss. Catering’s not going anywhere."

Y/N tilted her head, not missing a beat. “Didn’t realize I was blocking the road to your emotional support carbs.”

Kevin chewed slowly, then pointed his apple at her. “That's cute. Cody teach you that one?”

“Nope. That one’s all me.” She grinned, brushing past him just enough to bump his shoulder. “Don’t act like you didn’t miss me.”

“I see you all the time.” He turned to follow her pace. “You and Cody both. I swear, one more group chat notification from the two of you and I’m throwing my phone into the Gulf.”

Y/N smirked. “You’re in the group chat by choice.”

“Barely. I tried leaving once. Cody added me back with a GIF of his own entrance.”

She snorted, then glanced over. “Well? How do I look?”

Kevin gave her a once-over, unimpressed on purpose. “Like you’re about to demand a spotlight and an unnecessarily long intro package.”

“Perfect.”

“...And like you might punch someone in Gorilla if your theme doesn’t hit on time.”

“Also fair.”

They kept walking, weaving through crew and gear cases. It was easy with him—Kevin didn’t do small talk just to fill space. He said what he meant, didn’t sugarcoat it, and respected the silence when it came. Y/N appreciated that.

“You doing commentary tonight, right?” he asked after a beat.

“For Bayley and Bianca,” she said. “I’ll try not to get kicked off the headset again.”

“Just don’t throw shade at Graves for breathing too loud this time.”

“No promises.”

They reached catering, and Kevin snagged another apple from the table like he owned the place. He took a bite, leaned a hip against the table, and eyed her sideways.

“You nervous about anything?”

Y/N blinked. “What?”

“You’ve been pacing around like you’re waiting for something to go sideways.”

She sighed through her nose. “Nah. Just… there’s a lot going on. New stuff. Weird energy lately.”

Kevin gave a small nod. “Yeah. I’ve felt it too. Everyone’s trying to pretend it’s all normal, but it’s not.”

Y/N studied him for a second, then offered a half-smile. “Thanks for saying that. Everyone else just keeps asking me if I’ve slept.”

“Yeah, well, your eyebags were louder than your entrance theme last week, so.”

She laughed, bumped his arm again. “You’re such a dick.”

“Mm. And yet you keep talking to me.”

“Because you remind me not to take this place too seriously.”

He shrugged. “It’s wrestling. None of us should.”

Another moment of silence passed, easy and comfortable.

Then he nudged her gently with his elbow. “Hey. You got this.”

Y/N looked over. “Yeah?”

Kevin nodded, a rare flicker of sincerity in his eyes. “You always do.”

She gave him a genuine smile then, warm and appreciative. “I’ll try not to hit anyone.”

“Please do. It keeps the place interesting.”

They both laughed. And with that, she gave him a playful salute and turned to head toward Gorilla, boots clicking confidently against the floor.

Kevin watched her go for a second, then muttered to himself, “...She’s gonna hit someone.”

✧･ﾟ:*ᴵ’ᵐ ᵇᵉᵃᵘ ᵗᶦᶠᵘˡ (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)*:･ﾟ✧*

The first notes of Bayley’s entrance theme blasted through the arena with all the subtlety of a pipe bomb. The crowd responded immediately — part recognition, part rebellion — as the self-proclaimed Role Model burst through the curtain. She didn’t dance. She didn’t smirk. Not tonight.

Bayley stomped down the ramp like it had insulted her family. Her jaw clenched tight, arms pumping with purpose, and the rest of Damage CTRL trailing behind her like storm clouds. Iyo Sky, Dakota Kai, and Kairi Sane walked in formation — calm, confident, cold. Their presence alone drew a few boos from the crowd, but Bayley didn’t flinch. She rolled into the ring, paced like a caged animal, then stopped center-ring and stared down the entrance ramp.

The camera zoomed in. Her lips didn’t move, but the fire in her eyes made her intentions clear: I’m coming for that title.

The crowd’s rhythm changed as Bianca Belair’s theme music hit. The “EST” of WWE made her entrance with her signature strut — slow at first, measured. That long braid swayed behind her like a pendulum of purpose. The crowd erupted for her, chanting, whistling, rallying behind her with full force.

Bianca didn’t even glance at the fans tonight. Her eyes were locked on Bayley. She did one hard bounce on the balls of her feet, cracked her neck to one side, and then sprinted down the ramp. No flips, no frills — all business. She rolled into the ring, stood tall, and didn’t break eye contact.

If Bayley was fire, Bianca was ice. And somewhere, between them, stood gold. The crowd buzzed, the air thick with anticipation. The referee called for the bell —

But it never rang.

The lights flickered, and an unfamiliar beat dropped into the arena like a low boom of thunder. Kevin Patrick’s voice cracked through the sound system from commentary: “Wait… What’s this?”

Corey Graves leaned forward, confused. “That’s not Bayley’s music. Not Bianca’s either—”

Then the crowd exploded. Y/N stepped through the curtain with all the grace of a woman who wasn’t just walking into the show — she was the show.

WWE Women’s Champion. No introduction needed.

She didn’t raise the title above her head. Didn’t need to. She simply walked. Slow. Steady. One foot in front of the other down the ramp, dressed in black leather pants, a crisp blazer, headset already in hand. Bayley stared, fuming. Bianca blinked twice, then scoffed and turned her back. The crowd surged with cheers as Y/N circled the ring without a word.

She passed Damage CTRL at ringside — Iyo’s eyes followed her, stone cold. And then Y/N slid behind the commentary table and took her seat between Kevin and Corey like she had always belonged there. Kevin was still reeling. “Well… okay, folks, a huge surprise tonight — the champion herself, Y/N, joining us on commentary.”

“Did she even tell anyone she was coming?” Corey asked, adjusting his headset. “Is this legal?”

“Don’t worry,” Y/N said coolly, slipping on her headset. “I’m not out here to interfere. Just figured I’d sit real close while the two people trying to take my title beat the hell out of each other. You know. Supportive.”

Corey raised a brow. “That doesn’t sound threatening at all.”

Y/N smirked. “Good. It wasn’t supposed to.”

Then the bell rings and the match begins. Bayley wasted no time, charging Bianca with a low running shoulder that drove her into the corner. She threw wild punches — fast and vicious — trying to take the EST down early. Bianca shoved her off and immediately countered with a dropkick so fast Bayley had no time to react.

The crowd roared.

Y/N’s voice was casual but sharp. “Bayley always starts fast when she’s insecure. She’s like a chihuahua on espresso.”

Corey chuckled. “You say that like you’ve fought her before.”

“I have. And she bites.”

In the ring, Bianca followed up with a powerful vertical suplex that held Bayley suspended in the air for a solid five seconds before slamming her to the mat. Kevin spoke over the noise. “You’ve got to admire the strength of Bianca Belair.”

“Oh, no doubt,” Y/N said. “She’s strong, smart, and insanely athletic. But she’s still not champion. Let’s not forget that part.”

Bianca went for a handspring back elbow — Bayley ducked under and yanked her face-first into the second turnbuckle.

Kevin winced. “That could shift the momentum.”

Bayley grinned, taunting the crowd now. “SHE’S NOTHING!” she screamed, pointing toward Bianca, then toward Y/N.

The camera cut to Y/N — she didn’t even blink. “Someone’s doing a lot of talking for someone who can’t win without backup,” she murmured.

Corey tried to stir the pot. “You know, this whole thing reminds me — you used to do commentary with a certain someone back in the day. One particular time I remember was the infamous Raw walkout. Cena vs. Sheamus. Just you and—”

Y/N raised a brow, dry. “Corey.”

He hesitated.

Y/N let it breathe a moment. Then, finally, she said quietly, “Yeah. That night was something else. I remember how quiet it got after the bell rang… and how he made me laugh right when I was trying to act like I wasn’t panicking.”

Even Kevin looked surprised.

“He said we were a ‘broadcast dream team.’ Then he left me holding the headset alone. Typical." There’s a short pause after her subtle dig. Then her eyes soften along with her tone. "But… I won’t lie, he made that night bearable. Even made me laugh."

Corey blinks, "...I thought you two hated each other right now?"

Y/N shrugs with a short exhale as she relaxes into her chair, "Hatred’s exhausting. I’ve got a title to worry about."

Corey tilts his head in quiet shock. “Didn’t expect that.”

Y/N tilted her head. “Neither did I.”

Back in the ring, Bianca ducked a clothesline and nailed Bayley with a handspring moonsault — perfect execution. She covered. One. Two. Kickout.

Iyo pounded the mat from the outside but didn’t interfere. Bianca pulled Bayley up by the hair, but Bayley countered with a brutal neckbreaker. She crawled over and hooked the leg. One. Two. Kickout.

Y/N leaned back in her seat. “They’re pushing each other hard tonight. That’s good. I’d hate to have to defend this title against someone who couldn’t survive ten minutes of cardio.”

Corey laughed. “You really have no love for either of them, huh?”

“I don’t have the luxury of love,” Y/N replied coolly. “I’m the champion. Love gets you blindsided.”

After a few more minutes of attempted covers, the match began to reach a fever pitch. Bayley tried to expose the turnbuckle pad, but the ref caught her and stopped her. While the official was distracted, Bianca used the moment to land a thunderous spinebuster.

The crowd exploded. Y/N sat up slightly, eyes narrowing. “Here we go,” Kevin said.

Bianca hoisted Bayley up — and with a roar, dropped her with the KOD. One. Two. Three.

The bell rang, and the crowd erupted. Bianca rolled off, chest heaving, arm raised. The EST stood tall — victorious. Y/N took off her headset slowly. “Well,” she said dryly, “that was cute.”

Kevin laughed nervously. “What now for Bianca? That was a statement.”

Corey smirked. “I think Y/N’s about to give her an answer.”

But before Y/N could stand—

CRACK!

A steel chair slammed across Bianca’s back. The crowd screamed in shock as Bayley — no longer concerned with wins or losses — swung again, viciously, cracking the chair into Bianca’s ribs.

Y/N was already halfway into the ring. She sprinted toward them, slid under the bottom rope, and tackled Bayley with a flying forearm that sent the chair flying. The crowd exploded as Y/N mounted Bayley, hammering her with fists. Bayley fought back, pulling at Y/N’s hair, but the champion was unrelenting. She shoved Bayley off and drove a hard roundhouse kick to the ribs that sent the former champion tumbling out of the ring.

Iyo and Damage CTRL rushed to Bayley’s side, dragging her away from the chaos as the ref shouted for order. Bianca clutched her back in pain, watching through pained breaths as Y/N stood in the center of the ring, fists clenched.

Her music hit. The crowd was deafening. Y/N didn’t raise the title. She didn’t speak. She just looked down at Bianca, then up the ramp at Bayley — and made it clear: “This is mine. And none of you are taking it.”

✧･ﾟ:*ᴵ’ᵐ ᵇᵉᵃᵘ ᵗᶦᶠᵘˡ (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)*:･ﾟ✧*

The backstage hallway buzzed with its usual post-segment energy — the hum of production crews tearing down, the crackle of walkie-talkies, and the steady rhythm of boots on concrete. Y/N weaved through it all like a breeze, chest still light with adrenaline from the match. Her body ached in the best way. Chair shots, commentary, crowd reactions — all of it had played out exactly how she wanted. There was a faint sting in her forearm from where she’d clotheslined Bayley, but it didn’t bother her. If anything, it grounded her. Reminded her that the chaos was real. That she was real.

But as soon as she rounded the corner past catering, her steps slowed.

Colby was standing against the wall, arms folded across his chest, head tilted slightly down like he was lost in thought. His brows were knit, and his jaw was clenched — barely, but enough for her to notice. The bun at the back of his head was half-loose, a few stray curls falling over his ears, and he hadn’t even bothered to straighten his jacket.

That wasn’t nothing.

Y/N’s brows drew together as she approached. “Hey.”

He looked up quickly and gave a smile. It was subtle. Small. His usual grin — the one that started at the corners of his mouth and made his eyes crinkle like he was trying not to laugh at an inside joke — was nowhere to be found. This one was… polite. Almost cautious.

Colby stepped forward and kissed the side of her head. “You crushed it. Out there. Nailed it.”

She blinked. “Thanks…” And then she stared at him. Hard. “Okay,” she said after a moment, “What’s going on?”

“What do you mean?” he asked, a little too fast.

Y/N tilted her head, voice flat. “Colby.”

He shifted. Didn’t look her in the eyes. “I’m fine,” he said casually. “Just waiting for you.”

“You’ve got that look again.”

“What look?”

“The one where you’re pretending you didn’t just chew through the inside of your cheek for five minutes.”

Colby snorted, glancing away like he could laugh this off. “Y/N, seriously. I'm good.”

Her eyes narrowed. She leaned her shoulder against the wall next to him, folding her arms across her chest. “You barely looked at me when I walked up.”

“I looked at you.”

“You smiled like a dad at a PTA meeting.” That got a flicker of amusement from him, but it was short-lived. She studied him quietly for a second more, then sighed. “Is it about what Corey said?”

Colby didn’t answer. She waited. He scratched at his beard, then finally muttered, “It’s dumb.”

Y/N’s brows rose. “It’s not dumb if it’s messing with you.”

He hesitated, then sighed like it physically pained him to admit it. “Yeah. Okay. It got under my skin a little.”

There it was. She straightened, her arms dropping. “I knew it.”

“Y/N—”

“I knew something was off the second I saw your face.”

“I didn’t say anything out loud,” he said, defensive now. “I didn’t storm off or sulk or—”

“I never said you did.” Her voice was even, but there was an edge creeping in. “But we just talked about this.”

“I’m aware.”

“You said you were gonna try not to spiral every time his name came up.”

“I am trying,” he shot back, a little more force in his tone now. “But Corey freaking Graves bringing up your tag-team commentary legacy with CM Punk while I’m standing right there backstage like a damn afterthought? It didn’t exactly feel good to hear.”

Y/N blinked, taken aback by the sudden spike in his voice. Colby immediately ran a hand down his face. “I’m not mad at you, okay?”

“You’re sure acting like you are.”

“I’m mad at the situation.”

She stared at him. “Then say that.”

He sighed and took a step closer, lowering his voice. “I’m trying, Y/N. I am. But that doesn’t mean it’s easy to watch everyone hold onto the highlight reel version of you two like it’s still relevant.”

“Because it was relevant, Colby.” Her voice cracked slightly, not with emotion, but frustration. “We were a part of this company’s history together. That doesn’t just vanish because he left and I stayed.”

“I know,” he said, gentler now. “I know. And that’s what drives me nuts.”

“Why?”

“Because half the damn locker room still associates you with him. And it doesn’t matter how close we get, how much we talk, or how long we’ve been circling each other… He still lives in your rearview.”

That hit harder than she expected. And maybe it was true. Maybe she hadn’t fully put Phil in the past yet. Maybe a part of her was still stuck there — but not because she wanted to be. Because healing wasn’t a straight line. Because history didn’t erase itself the moment someone new walked in.

You promised me,” she cut in. “You promised you’d try not to act like this. That you would let me get the closure I needed. That you were okay with me figuring things out. But now you’re back to shutting down the second his name comes up.”

Colby looked at her then, sharp and defensive. “Well, sorry for not jumping for joy when my girlfriend’s ex gets a nostalgic shoutout on national television.”

She stared at him. “I’m not your girlfriend.”

The words hung there, loud and electric. Colby’s lips parted slightly, but he didn’t say anything. “And maybe,” she added, softer now, but no less firm, “that’s for a reason.” She stepped back. Her chest was tight, but her eyes were dry. No breakdown. No dramatics. Just anger.

“You don’t get to be mad every time someone brings him up,” she said. “You don’t get to say you trust me, and then flinch the second he’s in the picture. You either believe I’m here, with you, or you don’t.”

Colby clenched his jaw. “It’s not that simple.”

“It is,” she snapped. “You’re just making it harder than it has to be.”

His mouth opened like he wanted to apologize, but something in her expression shut him down. Y/N finally shook her head, the anger thinning into disappointment. “I’m going to get changed,” she said quietly. “Then I’m gonna find Jon and Joseph.”

He reached for her arm, just briefly, but she was already turning. “Y/N—”

“Don’t,” she said over her shoulder, not looking back. And just like that, she disappeared down the hallway, her boots echoing against the floor again — only this time, the buzz in her chest had nothing to do with adrenaline.

✧･ﾟ:*ᴵ’ᵐ ᵇᵉᵃᵘ ᵗᶦᶠᵘˡ (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)*:･ﾟ✧*

The backstage corridors of SmackDown always buzzed with electricity—camera crews weaving through the maze of road cases, production staff clutching headsets, lighting techs adjusting rigging in the shadows. But Y/N had long since learned how to move through it all like it was second nature. She walked with practiced ease, still glowing from the adrenaline of commentary, her boots clicking confidently against the polished floor. But as she turned a corner near the production desk, her stride slowed. Paul Heyman stood there, near a stack of monitors, his phone gripped in one hand, the other hand bracing against his temple like he was seconds from an aneurysm. His lips moved, muttering to himself—likely some combination of panic and prayer.

Y/N raised an eyebrow and walked up without hesitation. “You look like you just got hit with a cease and desist from God himself.”

Paul flinched slightly at her voice, then let out a long-suffering sigh. “If only it were that simple.”

She folded her arms, eyeing him. “What’s got you looking like a busted pressure cooker?”

Heyman didn’t answer immediately. His eyes flicked up to her, and for a long second, he didn’t say a word. Just studied her, as if seeing something he wasn’t sure he liked—or maybe something he liked too much. Finally, he murmured, “Your timing, as always, is both impeccable… and wildly inconvenient.”

“Charming,” she deadpanned. “Spill it.”

Paul inhaled slowly, voice lowering to that familiar calculating drawl. “Joe isn’t here. We all know why. And now I’m two hours out from a main event Bloodline match without a third.”

Y/N blinked, her brows rising. “You’re telling me you still haven’t found someone?”

“I’ve made calls, talked to different talent here,” he said, not-so-convincingly. “Nothing has… manifested. I have no faith in mercenaries. And I have no time for sentimentality.”

“Then maybe,” she said, glancing casually over her shoulder, “you need someone who’s already here. Ready. Familiar.”

His head snapped toward her. “Don’t.”

Y/N smirked. Paul stared at her for a long, tense beat. “You are not Roman Reigns. You are not a Tribal Chief. You’re not even technically allowed to fight in this match since there’s no woman on the opposing side.”

“Paul, you know what I’m capable of. Everyone in the ring tonight is a complete professional. I can handle it. Besides, I’m the champion. That only adds to the caliber of the main event.” Her tone was flat, final. “Besides, what’s one more line blurred?”

Heyman tilted his head, regarding her with something approaching… reverence? It made her stomach tighten. “You,” he murmured, voice suddenly quieter, “are dangerous.”

She laughed softly. “So you’ve told me.”

“No,” Paul continued, shaking his head, gaze narrowing. “Not in the ring. Not with fists or fire. You’re dangerous because you don’t need anyone. You thrive within factions but you are not built for them.”

She furrowed her brows slightly, but before she could respond, he added, “You’re a main event unto yourself. Even now. You walk through backstage and half the roster forgets who the actual champion is. I’ve only ever seen that happen once before.”

Y/N went still, sensing the weight behind his words. Paul didn’t say the name. He didn’t need to. Instead, she exhaled and nodded toward the hallway. “So. You gonna keep waiting for a miracle? Or are we gonna go talk to Aldis?”

Paul blinked, startled. “You’re serious.”

“Dead,” she said simply. “I’ve tagged in worse situations with worse people.”

He blinked once, then a grin curled onto his face. It was slow, unsettling—and satisfied. “I’ll escort you.”

It doesn’t take long to arrive at the General Manager’s office. Nick Aldis’s office was cleaner than any other backstage space. The lighting was warm. The leather chairs polished. But the man himself looked bone-tired, pacing slowly near his desk, an iPad tucked under one arm, Bluetooth headset still stuck in one ear.

He turned as the door opened. “Paul,” he said, already on edge. “Please tell me you have a name.”

Paul simply stepped aside and let Y/N saunter in.

Aldis blinked. “No.”

Y/N tilted her head, smirking. “Not even gonna hear me out?”

Nick let out a soft breath, then looked at Paul. “Is this some kind of joke?”

“I assure you,” Paul said, “this is very real.”

Y/N crossed her arms. “You’ve got five men scheduled to main event, three of which would rather take a chair to my ribs than let me walk past them. You’re worried about me being out of place?”

Nick sighed, running a hand over his beard. “It’s not about that. I know what you’re capable of. But you’ve already done commentary tonight. You just came off the road. And frankly, I didn’t think you’d be interested.”

“Well, I am.” Her voice didn’t waver. “Joe’s out. You need someone. I’ve got history with all three men they’re going against. I’m an integral part of the Bloodline, and a champion. It makes sense for me to be out there. You want eyes on the product? This is how you do it.”

Paul stepped forward. “Nick. You saw the ratings spike when her commentary segment aired. Imagine what happens when she steps back into the ring tonight against three of the biggest names in the company.”

Aldis looked between them.

Y/N added, “It’s not my first mixed tag. I’ve worked with Jon in the ring before. Joseph, too. And I don’t know if you remember but I had a pretty iconic run with the Voice of the Voiceless. I know the rhythm. I won’t be a weak link.”

There was a long beat. Aldis sighed again, then nodded once. “Alright.” Paul grinned. Y/N just arched a brow. “But,” Aldis added, “you’re on your own if this turns into chaos. I’m not covering your ass if you piss off creative for getting involved.”

Y/N smirked. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

As they turned to leave, Nick’s voice stopped her. “Y/N?” She looked back. “Be careful tonight.”

Something in his tone made her pause. But then she just smiled. “Always.” And with that, she walked out—her fingers already twitching with adrenaline.

✧･ﾟ:*ᴵ’ᵐ ᵇᵉᵃᵘ ᵗᶦᶠᵘˡ (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)*:･ﾟ✧*

The lights were hot and blinding, the way only WWE could deliver them. The main event loomed, and the crowd in Lincoln, Nebraska had no idea what was about to hit them. They thought they were getting a six-man tag match. They didn’t know that one of the six wouldn’t even make it to the ring before chaos erupted.

The thunder of Randy Orton’s music exploded from the speakers, and the crowd immediately rose to its feet. The Viper was back in his element, cool and calculated, walking slowly onto the stage. He paused to take in the reaction, that same chilling composure in his shoulders, when—BAM! Out of nowhere, Solo Sikoa and Jimmy Uso struck like shadows out of the dark. Jimmy hit first, driving his forearm into the side of Orton’s skull. Orton barely had time to react before Solo followed with a running splash that sent him flying into the LED wall.

The crowd erupted in boos. Some gasped. Some chanted “BULLSH*T.” All were stunned. Orton collapsed to the metal stage, holding his ribs. Backstage, Y/N stood in front of the monitor. Her jaw tensed. She’d been waiting all night for her moment — and she knew now it was coming.

The match began anyway. LA Knight’s music hit, and the crowd roared as the Megastar burst from the back. He didn’t wait. No posing. No catchphrases. Just a full sprint to the ring, fury in every step. He slid under the ropes, threw off his jacket, and cracked his knuckles like he wanted blood.

AJ Styles came out next — not much different. No theatrics. Just eyes narrowed and fists clenched. The bell rang — officially a 2-on-2 match until Orton could return. Jimmy and Solo stood in their corner, smug and composed. Jimmy was mouthing off about “finishing the job.” Solo just stared — silent, still, dangerous.

Knight opened for the babyface side, launching himself at Jimmy. The two locked up, trading fists and chops. Jimmy tried a clothesline — Knight ducked — and countered with a running neckbreaker. Tag to Styles. Styles came in hot, connecting with a dropkick and then a sliding forearm. Solo tagged in for the other side and immediately slowed the pace, catching Styles in a clutch and delivering a punishing Samoan Drop. The arena shuddered with every slam.

The heels gained momentum. Quick tags between Jimmy and Solo — a combo of hip attacks, uppercuts, and ground holds. Knight tried to rally the crowd, clapping on the apron, calling to AJ who was being crushed under Solo’s weight.

Then—Randy Orton’s music hit again. The crowd lost its mind. Orton limped from the back, one arm braced around his midsection. The Viper was bruised, battered, but far from broken. His walk was slower now, pained, but purposeful. The kind that made men afraid.

Then, as the crowd’s roar reached a fever pitch, a new sound shattered the atmosphere. Y/N’s music.

A hush fell over the crowd, followed by stunned disbelief and then a rising wave of cheers. Y/N exploded through the curtain, every step a statement of power and intent. Her eyes locked on the ring where Jimmy and Solo awaited. The Bloodline was whole again.

The moment Y/N slid into the ring, the energy shifted palpably. Jimmy tagged her in without hesitation. Y/N’s boots hit the canvas, and with lightning speed, she launched herself into the fray. Knight staggered back, caught off guard by the sudden onslaught. Y/N struck with a snap knee to the midsection that buckled him, then flowed fluidly into a tilt-a-whirl headlock takedown, spinning him with dizzying force before slamming him down with controlled brutality.

The crowd was on its feet, caught in the tide of her momentum. Then came the moment they’d been waiting for. Jimmy tagged back in, but Y/N didn’t step out. Instead, she locked eyes with LA Knight, who was struggling to his feet. With a nod and a grin, she and Jimmy readied themselves for a move that had once been a secret weapon between her and Punk—now reborn and elevated.

Jimmy positioned himself near the ropes, beckoning Knight forward. Knight stumbled towards them, wary. Y/N darted to the ropes and sprang high, twisting midair into a corkscrew spin that seemed to defy gravity. Jimmy timed his move perfectly, catching Knight’s shoulders as Y/N spun toward him, her body coiling like a spring. In a breathtaking moment of synchronicity, Y/N’s hands locked around Knight’s neck as Jimmy propelled his torso forward. With a sharp, crisp snap, Y/N pulled Knight’s head backward while rotating her body, driving him face-first into the mat with the force of a hurricane.

The impact echoed throughout the arena. The crowd’s roar reached a deafening crescendo. The move was flawless—fluid, powerful, and stunning to witness. Corey Graves almost lost his voice. “That… that’s the corkscrew neckbreaker! The one she and Punk used to do! And she just made it look like a supernova!” he yelled into the microphone, disbelief cracking his voice. Kevin Patrick chimed in, his excitement palpable. “They haven’t seen that in years! And now she’s taken it to another level. Unbelievable.” Y/N’s chest heaved as she rose, eyes sharp, barely acknowledging the momentary flash of nostalgia.

The match roared back to life. Solo took the fight to Styles with a punishing Samoan Drop. Knight retaliated with a leaping DDT on Jimmy. Y/N came in again, unloading a leg-trap powerbomb on Styles that shook the ring. The crowd was electric, caught between shock and awe.

As the match neared its climax, Styles, Knight, and Orton unleashed a coordinated assault. Orton planted Solo with a snap powerslam, then hoisted him into a hanging DDT. Styles and Knight worked over Jimmy. The finale approached with the tension of a coiled spring. Orton caught Solo in mid-charge, delivering a devastating RKO. Knight launched Jimmy into the air and caught him with a BFT. Styles executed a perfect Phenomenal Forearm on Solo. The three men hoisted Solo high above their heads and drove him through the announce table in a shattering crash.

The bell rang. Winners: Orton, Styles, Knight. Breathless, Y/N stood in the ring, the champion’s fire burning bright. Knight swaggered over, a sly grin playing at the corners of his mouth. He leaned in close, voice low but loud enough for the crowd to catch, “Well, darling… didn’t know you packed that punch.” His hand lingered briefly on her waist—a teasing, possessive touch.

The crowd erupted instantly, a cacophony of cheers and boos. Those who loved the idea of Y/N and Knight as a duo screamed their approval, while the loyalists who shipped her with Seth Rollins let loose a chorus of boos.

Y/N’s eyes flicked toward Knight, a slow, knowing smirk curling her lips. She shoved him back with a playful but firm shove, her gaze sharp and unapologetic. “Dream on, cowboy.”

Knight chuckled, stepping back, hands raised in mock surrender as he soaked in the divided reaction. “I like stirring the pot,” he said with a wink, eyes sparkling with mischief as the crowd’s roar swelled around them.

Y/N turned away, walking toward Solo’s side, ready to help her teammate. The camera caught her confident stride—unfazed, unbreakable.

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Backstage buzzed with static energy, the kind that lingered long after the match ended. Every crew member they passed gave Y/N nods, a few clapped her on the shoulder. She was still high off the performance — the rhythm of the match in her blood, the crowd’s roar echoing in her ears.

Jimmy was bouncing beside her like a kid on a sugar high. “I’m serious! That move was INSANE. Bro, I thought we were gonna mess it up — I almost forgot the timing, but you snapped.”

Y/N shook her head, laughing. “We literally practiced that once. Once.”

“Yeah, and you still made it look like some next-level Avengers tag-team finisher. Jimmy and Y/N: Civil War!”

Solo raised an eyebrow from where he leaned against a wall. “Don’t hype her up. She’s already cocky.”

“Please,” Y/N smirked. “I was born cocky.”

They all shared a laugh, the kind only earned after surviving something together. That shared ring silence, that heartbeat between each spot. It wasn’t just family. It was war comrades. The boys disappeared into the locker room, still chirping at each other, leaving Y/N outside. She paused, rubbing her neck, her chest still tight with the afterburn of adrenaline.

That’s when she saw Colby. He leaned against a wall just around the corner, arms folded over his chest, dark curls damp and tousled from his earlier match. His gear was half-peeled off, revealing the black tank beneath. His expression was unreadable, somewhere between sheepish and stubborn. Y/N slowed her steps, expression flat. He didn’t speak at first. Just pushed off the wall and approached carefully. “You okay?”

“I’m breathing, aren’t I?” she replied coolly.

Colby gave a light nod. “That’s a start.” There was a silence between them again. Thicker this time. Not from anger — not anymore. From tension. From things unsaid.

“You were great,” he said finally.

Y/N shrugged. “I know.”

Colby smirked at that, just a little. “Still humble, huh?”

“Humble’s overrated,” she said. “Especially when the whole world saw me land that spot.”

His smirk faded into something softer. “Yeah. That move…”

“I know,” she interrupted, her tone sharp but uncertain. “You don’t have to pretend you didn’t clock it.”

“I’m not pretending.”

There was a long pause. “Did it bother you?” she asked, her voice low, a little raw. “Seeing me use it?”

Colby looked at her, really looked at her. And for once, no sarcasm, no bravado. Just honesty. “No. It didn’t bother me.” He stepped forward, eyes steady. “It’s a cool move. Always was. You were the one who made it pop even back then.”

Y/N blinked. That wasn’t what she expected.

“You elevated it,” he continued. “Tonight? You owned it. I’m just proud you landed it.”

She studied him for a second, guarded.

“About what was said earlier…” he added. “About Punk. About us.”

Y/N’s jaw clenched. “You were outta line.”

“I know,” he said quietly. “I just— It’s hard sometimes, knowing how close you two were. And how far I’ve… not gotten. With you.”

Her expression softened, just barely. “You really think this is a competition?”

“With him?” Colby laughed once. “Always felt like it.”

Y/N shook her head. “Then you’ve been playing a game I never signed up for.”

They stared at each other again — so much history in the space between them. So many broken pieces neither of them had cleaned up yet. Colby let out a long breath. “I’m sorry.”

She didn’t say anything at first. Just nodded once. Then, after a beat, she stepped in and wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him in. He folded into the hug, arms tight around her, forehead brushing the top of her head. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t fixed. But it was real.

She pulled back and muttered, “We’re not okay.”

He nodded. “Yeah. I know.”

Y/N let out a breath, eyes flicking toward the hallway. “Shit,” she suddenly muttered. “I left my phone and protein bar at catering.”

Colby raised a brow. “That really an emergency?”

“Yes, it is. I’m starving and I’m not going through three more interviews without it.”

He chuckled. “Want me to come?”

“Nah. I’ll be quick. Go ahead and start the rental or… whatever it is you do when you brood in corners.”

He gave her a look. “Funny.”

She grinned as she jogged off. The catering area was mostly cleared out, aside from a few stragglers and an exhausted road agent nursing his third Diet Coke. Y/N beelined for her duffel, muttering under her breath about leaving it under a damn table. Just as she crouched down and yanked it out, her phone buzzed violently against her thigh.

Incoming Call: PHIL

She stared at the screen. Her lips twitched — uninvited. It was too soon to feel this familiar. Too soon to smile. She answered. “What do you want, old man?”

“Damn,” came Phil’s voice, dry and amused, that unmistakable rasp curling through the receiver. “Didn’t even get a ‘hello’ after buying you coffee?”

“I gave you a what do you want. That’s basically affection in my language.”

He chuckled — deep, low, and a little too fond. “You’re such a sweetheart. Always were.”

“Yeah, well,” she stood up, letting the strap of her bag slide over her shoulder, “don’t let the glitter fool you. I bite.”

“That explains the main event.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and laughed softly, still breathless from the match. “You watched?”

“I might be a bit older than what you remember but I don’t go to bed before the show airs. And I’ve got eyes. Of course I watched.”

“You stalking me now?”

“I prefer ‘monitoring.’ Sounds more CIA.”

“Oh, so you’ve upgraded from ‘washed-up cult leader’ to government spook. Nice.”

“I contain multitudes,” he said smoothly. “But yeah. I saw your commentary too.”

Her brows lifted. “Oh?”

“Reminded me of the old days,” he said, quieter now. “When we used to sit at that godawful desk on Raw and roast everyone like we ran the place.”

Y/N smirked. “We did run the place.”

“Damn right we did.”

There was a beat — long enough for something unspoken to stretch between them. “And the move…” he said finally. “You really broke that out tonight, huh?”

“Didn’t think you’d miss it,” she replied, trying to keep her voice light — but her fingers curled slightly around the edge of the catering table.

“Of course I didn’t,” Phil said. “It was ours. You just… upgraded it.”

She smiled faintly, shifting the phone against her cheek. “Well, Jimmy’s not you, but he sells a hell of a launch.”

“I’ll try not to be offended.”

“You should be flattered.”

“Oh, I am. It looked sick as hell. Like, actual rewind-worthy.”

Y/N let the compliment hang for a second longer than necessary. It meant something — more than she wanted it to. “Nice to know I can still get your attention,” she teased.

“You always had it,” he said. Then added, because he was Phil and couldn’t help himself: “Even when you were yelling at me on live TV.”

“You earned that,” she shot back. “You disappeared.”

“I know,” he said. “And I’ve been paying for it ever since.”

That stopped her. “Look,” he continued, voice quieter, but steadier. “I know I burned it all down. I left. I shut the door. I didn’t call, I didn’t write—hell, I didn’t even text a happy birthday. You were my best friend and I treated you like you didn’t exist. I can’t fix that overnight. I’m not even sure I can fix it. But I’m trying.”

Y/N closed her eyes for a second, pressing her fingers to her temple. “You’ve said that before.”

“I know. And maybe I didn’t mean it enough then. Maybe I didn’t know how much damage I’d done until I saw your face again on commentary—saw you talking trash like nothing had changed and everything had changed.”

She didn’t respond.

“And tonight…” he continued. “Tonight, you reminded me who the hell you are.”

She raised an eyebrow. “And who’s that?”

“The woman who made me look good for years,” he said. “Who carried half our tag matches without breaking a sweat. Who called spots on the fly better than I ever did. The woman who—no offense to your current crew—still outworks the entire locker room.”

Y/N sighed, half-smiling. “You’re trying really hard to butter me up.”

“I’m not buttering,” he said. “I’m being honest.”

That was the problem. He was.

“You know what the hardest part was?” he added after a beat. “Coming back and realizing you had every right to hate me.”

“I did hate you,” she said, and her voice was sharper now. “For a long time. You left without a word, like I was just collateral damage in your big ‘fuck you’ to the system.”

“I thought I was protecting you,” he said.

“Well, guess what? You weren’t.”

Silence.

“I know that now,” he said, quietly. “I should’ve stayed. Or at least told you why I couldn’t.”

“Why didn’t you?”

Phil hesitated. “Because you were my voice of reason. The only person who could make me change my beliefs. If I heard your voice… I would’ve stayed for the wrong reasons.”

Y/N’s breath caught. She hated how much that admission cracked something in her. How easily he could still reach that part of her she’d buried a decade ago.

“I’ve worked too hard to be where I am.” She finally said, breaking the silence. “I’m finally… happy. With myself. With what I’ve built.”

“I know,” Phil said. “And I’m not trying to mess that up.”

There was a pause. “I just—” he exhaled, the tension crackling gently in his voice. “I miss knowing what makes you laugh.” That stopped her. Before she could react, he added lightly, “Also kind of miss being the reason you roll your eyes so hard you nearly fall over.”

She smirked. “That’s still possible. You’re halfway there already.”

“See?” he said, dry and warm. “Still got it.”

Y/N leaned against the catering table, shaking her head, the corner of her mouth twitching. “You’re looking for a reaction.”

“Nah,” he replied, faux innocence bleeding through. “Just reminiscing. Pure nostalgia. Very wholesome.”

“Phil.”

“What?” he said, sounding wounded. “I can’t be nostalgic for the days when you’d threaten to superkick me under the desk and then smile at the camera like America’s sweetheart?”

“That was your fault for making fart jokes during serious segments.”

“I was setting the tone,” he countered. “Lightening the mood.”

“Sabotaging me.”

“Flirting with you.”

He said it quickly, casually — so fast she almost missed it. A beat passed. “Except,” he corrected, voice lower, “I wasn’t allowed to call it that back then. Not in the beginning at least. Had to pretend I didn’t care.”

Y/N was quiet. Not stunned — not flattered — just watchful. “You still pretending?” she asked.

Phil didn’t answer immediately. Then— “Depends. You still mad at me?”

“…Sometimes.”

“Then maybe I am. For now.”

Another silence. But it wasn’t awkward — it pulsed with something unresolved and decades deep. “You’re a mess,” she muttered.

“Yeah,” he replied easily. “But I was always your mess, remember?”

She exhaled slowly, lips parted. “Don’t say shit like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” she said, standing upright again, throat tight. “Because I might remember what it felt like. And I can’t afford to do that.”

Phil was quiet, the air between them feeling fuller somehow. “Okay,” he said at last. “Then I’ll stop.”

But the words hung too softly in the air to be believed. There was a beat between them before he spoke up again, voice curious. “You gonna be on Raw?” he asked.

Y/N raised a brow. “Why?”

“No reason.”

“Tell me.”

“I just think you should come.”

“Are you planning something?”

“Me?” he said, mock innocence lacing his voice. “Never.”

She shook her head. “You’re the worst.”

“And yet…?”

“I still picked up,” she finished, sighing.

He smiled into the phone. “Old habits.”

She paused. “Yeah,” she said. “They die hard.”

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soothedoll · 11 months ago

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⸻ austin theory 𝜉 titty kink (mdni)

austin loves boobs, breasts, titties, a rack if you will, whichever you liked to call it that’s what he preferred. a bit of a perv this sort of vanilla kink stemmed from you.

on this particular june afternoon he watched you emerge from a cold shower. a hot pink towel hugging your frame only to drop the cotton completely in mere seconds.

your boobs a double d cup he presumed defied gravity, brown areoles darker than your golden skin with nipples painfully erect from the remaining water droplets and cool air.

he was aroused and the feeling was no different. assuming his position he sat patiently gnawing his bottom lip as you bent over. the curve of your ass and glimpse of pink between your plump thighs attracts him.

his lips curve into a smile hazel eyes holding a mischievous glint. “come here.” the needy command turns your attention towards him manicured feet gliding across the shag carpet to the king sized bed.

you’re placing a sweet kiss to his pout knees sinking into the memory foam as his fingers roam. he’s a bit rough hands cupping and juggling the flesh as you take comfort in his lap. fingers pulling and twisting at your buds.

“my pretty baby.” the affirmation and pet names grow the throbbing between your legs it also doesn’t make it any better that his dick is sandwiched between your thighs.

a single motion of your hips could have him inside of you but of course you needed his permission. “austin what are you doing?” you stammer as a cold sensation sends a delicious shiver to your spine.

his pink tongue flattening against your nipple swirling the bud in his mouth for pleasure. a low moan erupts from him as your dripping onto the bed. a mixture coating your inner thighs and his tip.

“go on baby let me hear you.” austin has you in the palm of his hands mind not comprehending that he’s already pushing inside of you.

a slight hum as his mouth never leaves your tits biting down as the pain shamefully moves your hips to meet his thrust. “oh my g-god” he’s certainly hungry peppering kisses to your chest and sucking on the supple skin.

you’re bouncing his toned arms wrapping around your midsection to aid you not that you needed it. he notes when your eyes roll into the back of your skull, strawberry scent lingering as he inhales with every trust.

the once perfected bun lose while strands frame your pretty face, lips parting with a melody of lewd whimpers as your stomach knots. a dominating smack to your ass making you hiss.

“I’m close.” the statement makes austin nod letting groans of his own slip as you’re clenching around him. cream flowing as he cums inside of you palming your ass for leverage.

you’re both quiet foreheads pressed together as the high subsides. he admires his work violet bruises on your canvas as he slaps your nipple a kiss landing on your temple as you giggle.

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magicalbuttertarts · 7 months ago

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smut prompt 14 with austin theory and grayson waller x fem! reader?

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This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: Smut under the cut. Unprotected sex. P in v.. 2 guys 1 girl. Mention of anal. Oral (m & f receiving) pussy fingering. Cum swallowing. Creampie

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#14: “How do you feel about two at once?”

I knocked on the hotel room door, waiting for Austin to open up. He text me saying he has a suprise for me, and knowing him, who knows what it is.

He opened the door, with a smile on his face, and stepped aside for me to walk in.

This isn't the first time we have done this.

We have an understanding, with us traveling for work, that we help each other let off steam.

He finds himself in my bed or I find myself in his, and usually we get straight to it, but today, we were not alone.

"Always nice to see you Grayson." I said to the handsome Australian before turning and looking at Austin.

"What is he doing here?"

"Well, you know how we have talked about this before." He pointed between the two of them, but i sadly didn't not catch on.

"I don't follow Austin."

“How do you feel about two at once?”

Grayson spoke up, making me look at him and then at Austin.

I slapped Austin's chest. "You told him?" I seethed.

"Oh come on, you know we won't tell anyone. Come on, just this once yeah?" Austin said, with Grayson nodding his head in agreement.

I took a step back, looking between the two of them.

I always wondered how Grayson was in bed.

He talks a big game, and I know he could back that shit up.

"Just this one time." I said, already knowing deep down inside that this would be more than one time.

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Grayson's hand hit my ass hard as he fucked me from behind, forcing Austin's cock deeper down my throat, making me gag ever so slightly.

The two of them were moaning above me, muttering to one another about who knows what, when all I could focus on was how good I am being fucked.

Earlier, Grayson was between my spread legs as he ate me out, with my back against Austin's chest as he held me against him, his cock nestled in my ass, slowly rocking into me as he kissed and nipped up and down my neck.

My pussy grinding against Grayson's mouth, making him shut up for once, but fuck me, he knew how to use his mouth and fingers.

I lost count at how many orgasm the two of them pulled from me during that moment.

Then I found myself in the position I am in now.

Grayson fucking into me from behind, making me cream around his cock as I moaned his name loudly.

Austin, before he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock down my throat, cleaned himself off thankfully.

Now my face is buried in his pubic hair, him grinding against my face as his cock is down my throat, forcing spit to dribble out of the corner of my mouth.

Grayson's cock was stretching me just right as he fucked me. He must have talked to Austin to see what I like.

Just as I was about to cum around his cock, Grayson pulled out of my pussy, just like Austin pulled out of my mouth.

The two assholes high-fived one another before switching spots.

Austin slammed into my pussy, making me squeal his name, which was cut off as Grayson shoved his cock in my open mouth and started to fuck my face with just as much intensity like he was doing before.

Austin fucked me as hard as he could, my pussy clenching around his cock as I came, making me moan around Grayson's cock.

Grayson shouted out my name as he finally stilled. His cum coating the back of my throat as I swallowed it all.

"Fuck." Austin grunted as he watched his friend cum down his fuck buddy throat.

My eyes widened as I felt Austin cum in my pussy, drawing another small orgasm from me.

The two of them pulled out of me, Austin behind me, spreading my pussy lips to watch our combined juices drip out of well, fucked hole.

"Open." Grayson demanded, and I opened my mouth, to show that I swallowed it all.

"You good?" Austin asked me, and all I could do was nod my head, yes.

"Give me a bit. I want to go again." I mumbled as I collapsed on top of the bed.

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goku568miraculous · 6 months ago

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True secret is out

It been a week since the mixed tag match between A Town Down Under Vs LDF, since that night that fight and chaos has been ensured backstage.

Y/N is not clear to compete because the doctor say it a “safety precaution and don’t want to aggravate the neck.” It upset Y/N since she want to be out there wrestling, but she understands and hopes she gets back in the ring soon.

Y/N was alone in her apartment as she was the only one that lives there. It was kinda lonely in her apartment even to she loves to listen to music and watch streaming’s shows on her laptop.

She been with Grayson for few months and she considered to take this relationship to the next levels…not getting married of course because she wasn’t ready yet nor want to think about it for now.

She actually was thinking about them living together.

Y/N had a lot to think about this and thinks it was necessary for them to become closer together and see how it going work out in the future…even tho she knows they going have a good one either way because of the good feeling.

Either way the only thing she has to do is tell Grayson if they want to share and live together in and apartment, although she honestly feel bit afraid to tell him.

Would he accept it, or would he feel weirded out and it would ruin the relationship between them? Y/N doesn’t know what to think but she knows she going have to tell him to get answers.

And that why this week in Smackdown she planning on doing it.

—

Y/N was in her locker room getting ready for the show, tonight was the night that her best friend and boyfriend would get and opportunity to be number one contenders for the tag titles.

But before that the three would have there own segment on the Grayson Waller Effect that her boyfriend is planning on doing. It was kinda last minute because Nick didn’t plan this and that Grayson did because he figure he should speak about last week and also the fact he would be bringing Y/N as a guest,

Y/N would happily accept that offer.

Since she wouldn’t be wrestling tonight since she still hasn’t been clear, she decided to dress beautifully for the fans and her boyfriend. She got herself a blue dress, put her long side wavy hair together and puts on her make up.

She suddenly hear the locker room door open and she turns around and saw Bianca coming in with Naomi.

“Girl! You look amazing!” Bianca said almost in shock.

“Extremely amazing!” Naomi said as she got excited.

Y/N laughs. “Aww thank you guys I appreciate it.”

Naomi smirked. “Did you dress like that for Grayson Waller effect tonight?”

“Yes considering am booked on his show.” Y/N said simply.

Bianca suddenly got defensive “Is he treating you right? Because I would-“

“Whoa Bianca calm down, he didn’t do anything.” Y/N said almost offended.

Bianca takes a deep breath. “Sorry it just after what happen to Jade I feel I have to look after everyone.”

Y/N sighs as she smiles. “I understand but if you watch last week show and heard about what happen backstage you see Grayson was protective of me that night after the match against LDF.”

“That match was absolutely BS.” Naomi said starting to get angry. “I hope Nick talks to them and the ref because it was Bs how they be able to get away with everything in the thing.”

“I heard he talks to them, but i haven’t heard what the consequences he gave them yet “ Y/N said,

Y/n then gets up and check herself out before facing the door. “Anyway I got to go, it almost time for Grayson show and I need to give my boyfriend a special gift.

“A gift? Ooh what is it?” Naomi said interest seeing the bag.

“It a secret.” Y/N said grinning.

Bianca smiles. “Good luck, and when you get better we can tag along with us to beat Nia and her friends.”

Y/N laughs as she starts to leave. “Thanks and I will definitely do that.”

—

“Welcome to the Grayson Waller Effect!” Grayson said into the mic as he sits with Austin.

The crowd suddenly cheer as they are excited to watch the show.

“Now before I get to the main talk I would like to introduce a special guest tonight. She is a former NXT champion, she the best person I met and also my girlfriend Y/N!” Grayson said excitedly.

As soon as her name and theme plays the crowd erupted in cheers. Y/N began walking and everyone can see how beautifully she dressed and she herself was smiling at the reaction.

As Y/N gets in the she saw Grayson mouth was slight open along with Austin and she had the result the urge to laugh. Y/N finally sit down in the guest seat as she picks up the mic and look at the two.

“Wow you look awesome!” Grayson finally said still stunned.

Y/N finally laughs. “Thanks for the compliment.”

Grayson shook his head as he try’s to keep himself together. “So anyway I would like to thank you again for helping us against Legado Fantasma even tho we…lost.”

The crowd boo in the response of what Grayson said as they believe they should of won that fight after everything that happen.

“Oh it no problem, me and Elektra have been enemy’s when we were in NXT and the way she abuse her power of course I would help you.” Y/N said happily.

“Well we are so thankful for you. I haven’t said this in long time but I’m happy you are here in Smackdown with us, you been my best friend since NXT and I gerish out friendship very much.” Austin smiles.

Y/N smiles. “Wow thanks Austin I appreciate that. I love being friends with you and I appreciate our friendship very much.”

The crowd cheer in response.

“Anyway, I hope your neck is doing alright after what Elektra did to you.” Grayson said but concern in your voice.

Y/N nods. “I’m not clear yet but it getting better and I should be clear in a few days.”

“Well that is great.” Grayson said cheerful. “You should go another tag match with us, it’ll be fun.”

“Gray I would love to do that.” Y/N said genuinely.

Y/N could see Grayson was starting to blush a little but he immediately retracts it and put on his usual face.

“So let’s get on the main topic for tonight right Austin?” Grayson said as he looks at his best friend. “We are in the main event in a triple threat match for number one contenders for tag titles against who? DIY?”

“Yeah…” Austin said.

Grayson laughs. “I wonder what with the change of attitude between them? I didn’t know Johnny had that bitterness inside of him, tho I shouldn’t be surprised at there hypocrisy.”

“Grayson.” Y/N warns.

“What it kinda true.” Grayson said smiling at Y/N.

Austin sighs as Y/N shook her head and Grayson look at the two and heavily sighs.

“Ok I give some sort of respect for what they have done, but I don’t appreciate for what they did to Motor City Machine Gun.” Grayson said.

“True that.” Y/N said agreeing.

“But the good news is that DIY won’t be champions for long after we win the triple threat with my boy Austin Theory.” Grayson said as he place his hand on his shoulder.

“Street profits and pretty deadly? They won’t stand a chance against A Town Down Under.” Grayson said grinning with Austin.

Y/N started clapping. “And I be rooting for you guys.”

The crowd immediately cheers at what they say and started sipping the tag team.

Y/N figure this is the time to tell Grayson about them living together. “So Grayson there something I need to ask you.”

Grayson look a bit surprised but immediately replace it with a smile. “What you want to ask love.”

Y/N smiles. “Before I do, I got you something.”

Y/N then hands him the bag; Grayson then looks into the bag and he took out a box, and when he opens it he was shock.

“You got me sneakers?” Grayson said happy.

Y/N smile again. “It wrestling sneakers, they are custom made and it has our names on it.”

Grayson inspects the sneakers, it is white, blue stripe’s and both of there names on them.

“Wow! Thank you I love them so much!” Grayson said grinning.

Y/N laughs. “Thank you, but there another thing I need to tell you.”

Y/N took a deep breath. “We been together for few months yes? And during those times I can happily say I love spending time with you and I love the way you look, your smile and other things you have.”

Grayson smiles again at this and started laughing. “Well that kind of the real me.”

Y/N laughs. “Yeah exactly, so I been thinking about this for a while now and I want to ask you and important question.”

Y/N started standing up and the crowd seems a bit nervous on what she wants to say. Grayson stood up as well and both stars walk to each other as they hold one of each other hands for comfort.

“What you want to ask me?” Grayson said waiting.

“Um…” Y/N said as she try’s to process on how to say it.

Austin was confused but excited at the same time in what his best friend want to ask his other best friend.

Grayson smiles as he place his other hand in Y/N cheek. “It ok Love take your time.”

Y/N laughs at the comforting voice of her boyfriend and try’s to formulate how to say those utter words.

“Well Gray…” Y/N said as she try’s to think again.

Grayson was seen waiting as well as Austin.

“I want to ask if-“

Suddenly a theme song hit.

The three look at the ramp in shock and confusion on why the Bloodline is interrupting the show. Solo, Jacob, and Tama were beginning to walk towards the ramp and started to get in the ring.

Grayson grabs Y/N from the waist and push her back. “Get behind Austin.”

Y/N shows bit of concern but agrees as she was behind Austin now who was right beside his best friend.

As the Bloodline get in the ring Solo grabs a mic and he started to speak.

“Well well well if it isn’t Grayson Waller and Austin Theory. I have to admit I didn’t expect for myself to come out here…well to be honest I kinda did.” Solo chuckle.

Y/N was started to feel insulted and offended that hat Solo didn’t acknowledge her presence but she immediately try’s to hide that in.

“Um…” Grayson said as he look at his friend in confusion. “Hi Solo…can we help you with something.”

Solo look at his group and back at Grayson. “As a matter of fact you can. I want to know how you deserve the number one contender spot when you two barley have done anything to deserve it.

Grayson and Austin look at each other and Austin raise his mic up. “Well Nick was the one that give us the match and-“

“He gave you guys the match after you both lost against Legado Fantasma?” Solo said as he chuckling at he couldn’t believe this.

Solo looks at Y/N. “I think it pretty obvious how you got the match in the first place right?

Y/N just stare and immediately Grayson gets in front of Y/N trying to shield her incase the Bloodline try’s something.

“She has nothing to do with it.” Grayson said calmly not trying to get upset. “We got the match because of the Legado Fantasma cheated in the match.”

Solo chuckle at this again. “Ah huh.”

Grayson narrow his eyes. “Are you seriously here to talk about why we in the match for tag titles? Why you even here interrupting of what my girlfriend is about to say to me.”

Y/N almost blushes at the thought of Grayson basically defending her and the way he basically is becoming a knight in shining armor.

Solo laughs. “I’m just curious Grayson, since when have you become so protective? Like before I see you or at least everyone sees you as a coward, but now you are protective and shows determination? That pretty interesting isn’t it?”

Grayson just keep staying silent at Solo along with Y/N but Austin breaks up the silent.

“Grayson isn’t a coward. He still the same person and-“

“Same person?” Solo cuts Austin off as he raise his eyebrows. “If you trying to make me laugh again Austin then you are doing a good job because what you said is honestly a joke.”

“But you know what? I’m honestly here for another reason, because I couldn’t see this poor girl and you be associated with this clown any longer.” Solo said.

Y/N was confused by what Solo said and wonder what he means by that.

Grayson was confused but still show his anger.. “What are you talking about? You don’t know anything about me.”

Solo smirk. “Grayson…do you remember when you and Roman talk backstage?”

Grayson try’s to remember and suddenly he remembers he and Roman were talking…during the Elimination Chamber season in Australia.

Solo can see the look in Grayson face and sh speaks again. “I can tell you remember, you and Roman talk and he Tells you something that you and only him could hear that he wants you do to do at your hometown with the Grayson Waller effect.”

Solo looks at Austin. “Did your “best friend” tell you what he and Roman were talking about.”

Y/N can see his boyfriend stood there shock and perhaps frozen, same with Austin as he looks down briefly and back up.

“N-No he didn’t.” Austin said suddenly realizing but confused on where this is going.

“Austin-“ Grayson stated to say as he looks at him.

Solo chuckles. “Wow am not surprised at all, luckily before I became the new Tribal Chief I convince Roman to tell me before WrestleMania about what he ask your friend here and I think it the right thing to tell you the truth right?”

Grayson stats to panic. “No don’t-“

Y/N raise his eyebrow suspiciously. “What going on?”

Solo grins. “What Roman said is-“

“Stop!” Grayson said this time with a yell that Solo stops from what he is saying.

Grayson took deep breath. “Let me tell him, he deserves to hear it from me then someone else.”

Solo grins even more as he gestures for Grayson to go and tell him.

Austin was even more confused. “What is he talking about Grayson?”

Grayson looks at Austin not knowing what to say for few seconds, eventually he told him what Solo been wanting to say.

“Ok back in the Bloodline Lockeroom me and Roman were talking and the thing that he said to me that only for us to hear is that he wants me to acknowledged him on the show at the Elimination Chamber.” Grayson said.

“Isn’t that what you already did?” Austin said not getting it.

Grayson nods. “Yea but…there more to it.”

“Keep it coming.” Solo said.

Grayson restrain himself from talking back to Solo and focus still on Austin. “Roman doesn’t want any superstar to talk bad about his brothers or cousins on the Grayson Waller Effect. He said that if someone does…including you then whatever happens to that person let it happen.”

“So when you got jumped by Cody and Seth by what you said to the Rock, I couldn’t do anything because of the deal me and Roman did.” Grayson said.

Austin just stood there silent before he speaks. “That it?”

“I’m sure Roman didn’t tell you to smile and laugh after seeing your friend get beat up did he?” Solo decide to push it.

Grayson turns around and glare. “Shut your mouth! You don’t know anything about me at all.”

Solo then took a step foward. “What I do know is that you are a fraud and you fooling your girlfriend, your best friend, and all these innocent people of your manipulative tactics.”

“Since when do you care about innocent people? Almost every week you and your buddies attack people backstage for no reason and you go over to Raw and attack your family.” Grayson said angrily.

“My family is right here Waller.” Solo said as he use one his hands to indicated his members. “I care about innocent people but I don’t care about Roman or my family because of how they acted.”

“Please stop.” Y/N said as she shook her head from having a headache.

Solo and others look at Y/N as she continues to speak. “Nobody wants to hear your talk. There no reason for you to be out here unless it is to cause drama. You come out here just to say this about Grayson? That why you came out here?”

Y/N can see Solo was smiling along with his team, she can also see Grayson was looking back at her almost like he was afraid that the bloodline was going do something to her.

“You know what?” Solo said breaking the silence. “You want be with this man? That fine with me and you right it none of my business, so me and my family will just leave you guys alone”

Solo looks at both Grayson and Austin. “You better thank this lady for getting you guys a title match because as far as am concerned we deserve to be in the triple threat more than you guys. Have fun tho and good luck.”

Solo and his family started leaving and Y/N and her friends just stare at them with a weird expression from what just happen. They were so confused by the appearance of the Bloodline interrupting them.

Suddenly Solo turns around and he punch Austin to the ground catching him off guard and Grayson immediately try’s to attack Solo but Solo sees it coming and did a urange to Grayson that slams him on the ground.

“Oh my god.” Y/N almost gasp and he tends to her boyfriend and her best friend who was started to get up.

Solo smirk and he and his bloodline fully leave the ring while Y/N was busy trying to check if her friends are ok.

“Grayson you alright?” Y/N asks.

Grayson nods his head. “Yeah I didn’t get hurt too badly but am fine.”

Y/N looks over to Austin and he was starting to get up as he clutch his face, she can see Austin slowly nod at her indicating he is ok.

Realizing that they should leave the ring now Y/N takes Grayson hand and begins to hold it as she and her partner walks backstage with Austin to the side.

As they were now backstage Grayson looks over to Austin and said “Are you upset about what I said Austin.”

Austin just sighs and said. “Let just focus on the Tag match ok? I’m not really upset but am still willing to trust you and we talk more after the show.”

Grayson nods. “That is fine.”

Y/N now looks bit concern on there conditions. “Do you guys need to medical? Are you guys able to compete in main event.”

Grayson grins. “Of course love. One move ain’t going take me out that easily.”

“And I ain’t going be taken down by a punch either.” Austin said with same attitude as Grayson.

Y/N laughs. “That why I love you guys.”

Grayson and Austin laugh too and when they stop Grayson look at Y/N with curious expression. “So what does it you want to say to me before we were interrupted by the Bloodline?”

Y/N was thinking about telling Grayson about living together right now, but she holds that back because of the situation and feels that it can wait and she can tell him after the show is over.

“You know what? I tell you after the show is over, you just focus on the triple threat and I tell you soon.” Y/N smiles reassuring.

“Ok if you say so love.” Grayson said.

Y/N then realizes she needs to change her clothes and put on more casual wear. “I’m going change clothes guys since I don’t want to keep wearing a dress all day, I see you guys in Grayson locker room and we can hang out from there.”

Both superstars nodded and Grayson hugs Y/N before he goes and tells her he will see you there. Y/B starts going back into her locker room to get change out.

—

As Y/N finish putting on her casual wear clothes, she goes to her boyfriend lockeroom so she can hang out with him and Austin.

As she opens the door she could see Grayson and Austin was watching from what looks like a match and as soon as they saw Y/N they smile.

“Oh Y/N! Come sit with us.” Austin said happily.

“What going on?” Y/n said as she begins to sit down next to her boyfriend.

“Johnny is fighting Apollo crews and the match is about to start.” Grayson said.

“Really?” Y:N said as she begin to watch.

As the match begin, it appears to her and basically everyone that is watching that Johnny was getting the upper hand and starts to be more brutal in his attacks. Johnny keeps throwing Apollo into the steel steps about 5 times and he keeps breaking the count using it to his advantage to keep going.

“Oh my god…” Y/N said in disbelief as the attacking keeps going.

Grayson began to wrap his arms around Y/N and whispers. “It ok Y/N am here.”

Y/N felt the reassurance from her boyfriend and let him confronts her as they keep watching the match. Johnny finally did one final beat but he didn’t go for the pinned and instead throws Apollo out in ring and now smashing his head into steel steps.

“He has the match won so why keep doing that and not go for the pinned?” Grayson said starting get upset.

Johnny now puts Crews in Gargano Escape from outside and Apollo immediately taps out as he was screaming in pain and Johnny wasn’t letting him go.

Y/N felt little disturbed by what she saw as the way Johnny was doing the submission, she now sees Johnny out Apollos through steel steps one more time and then he goes for the pin in the ring.

The man Won.

“Damn Johnny.” Austin said in disbelief and couldn’t believe it.

“That man was so ruthless to him! He didn’t deserve that at all.” Grayson said who couldn’t believe it and was angry.

“He was toying with him.” Y/N said again in disbelief.

Grayson stood up from his seat. “I be right back.”

“Where you going?” Austin ask confused.

“Going talk to Johnny.” Grayson said as it was obvious and opens the door and leaves.

“What? Gray wait.” Y/N said as she starts to leave too.

Austin follows and they soon catch up with Grayson, they all saw Apollo was now being help by one of the referees to walk backstage as he clutch his neck.

“Are you ok?” Grayson asks Apollo.

Apollo nods and as soon as he left Grayson saw Johnny by himself seeming to be laughing about what he done in the match.

“Hey Gargano!” Grayson shouts out as he goes and ready to confront him.

Johnny looks and see Grayson was coming towards him and roll his eyes. “What you want? I’m in middle of doing something.”

“Yeah am sure whatever you doing can wait.” Grayson roll his eyes his back at him. “I don’t appreciate what you did to Apollo back there in there, he didn’t deserve that at all.”

Johnny blink his eyes. “Didn’t deserve? He deserves everything that happen to him. That guy so annoying and someone needs to put him in his place.”

“I never seen or heard Apollo even annoyed someone backstage or you anywhere.” Grayson retorted.

“And where is your tag partner?” Y/N said wondering.

Johnny frowns. “He is sick that why he not here tonight:”

Johnny laughs. “And to your boyfriend response, go and watch back the shows and you see why the bloodline is anooyed by him, he did the same to me and I just put him in his place making everyone happy.”

“Nobody is annoyed by him Johnny you just making up excuses to attack him that why.” Grayson said defending.

“Exactly.” Austin said now speaking.

Johnny scoffs. “I don’t know what your game is Waller but you should be more focus on the tag match with your little “buddy” here. I don’t even think you deserve to be in that number one contender match because of your cheap ways to get in some of your matches.”

Johnny grins. “I would even give flowers to your girlfriend since her effort is the reason you guys you in that match right? I’m also sure her parents is so “proud” of her being with a men like you after your track record on how you handle women right?”

“Hey!” Austin said almost angry as to what Johnny said to Y/N.

Y/N immediately felt something hit her on the inside after Johnny response to her parents and Grayson immediately shove Johnny but keep himself from falling down and lock eyes with Grayson.

“You really want make things personal Gargano? Fine but don’t talk about my Girlfriend that way or say anything about her family!” Grayson said almost snapping.

“You make things personal first when you attack me in front of my wife and my kid!” Johnny said getting angry now.

“HEY! Break it up!” Security said immediately as he sees the two almost getting ready to fight.

“That enough, break it up!” Another security said as he join with his friend.

Johnny just shook his head chuckling. “I see you in the ring next week after you guys win your match since it pretty obvious how you going to win it.”

Johnny leaves and Austin looks at Y/N and said. “Are you ok.”

Y/N nods but still feels a bit shaken. “Yeah just…bit caught off guard by what he just said.”

“I’m so sorry.” Austin said feeling bad.

Austin embraces his best friend and Y/N was so grateful by the comfort he is showing to her. Grayson goes to them and as they walk he was ranting about what just happened.

“I can’t believe what he just said! If he wants to make things personal with me then fine, but he shouldn’t bring Y/N into this.” Grayson said angry.

“Just let it go Gray I am fine.” Y/M said reassuring.

Grayson sighs and looks at Y/N. “He still shouldn’t have said that.”

“I know but let it go, it is not worth it.” Y/N said.

Grayson nods but asks. “Are you ok tho?”

Y/N smiles. “Yes I already said that to Austin.”

“She did.” Austin said confirming.

Grayson smiles as he hugs her briefly. “That is great.”

As Grayson lets go of the hug, she then looks at her boyfriend and said. “I’m going hang out in my locker room until the main event, I will meet you guys before you enter the entrance way to walk with you.”

Austin nods. “Ok you sure you don’t want hang?”

Y/N shook her head. “No I think am going hang out with my girls for right now and meet you guys.”

Grayson nods. “Ok we see you in main event love.”

“You too Gray.” Y/N smiles.

Grayson give her quick kiss and both he and Austin left. Y/N then started walking towards to where her locker room is and when she feels she was almost there she suddenly feels something hit her and she feel unconscious.

—

“Y/N!? Y/N? Y/N?!”

Y/N slowly open her eyes as she felt dizzy again and she saw Grayson and Austin in there ring gear while Nick Aldis and a medics were with her.

“Gray?” Y/N groans out.

“Oh thank god you are ok.” Grayson said with relief.

“Wha? What happen?” Y/N said.

“Someone seems to have attack you.” Austin said almost seems to get frustrated by it.

“The back of your need is bleeding.” Grayson said almost in shock.

Y/N touch the back of her neck and she could feel liquid in her hand as she look at her fingers too see the blood that is on it.

“Shit:” Y/M said to herself.

“Do you know who attack you Y/N?” Nick said genuine.

Grayson stood up from kneeling down and look at him in anger. “It Is Elektra and Santos.”

Nick sighs. “Grayson you can’t just make accusations without any-“

“What accusation? It pretty obvious they are the ones that did this to her.” Grayson said angry.

Nick ignores Grayson and asks Y/N again. “Do you know who attack you?”

Y/N shook her head. “No I didn’t see anyone.”

Nick nods. “That is fine, we going conduct and investigation.”

“Investigation?” Grayson said like he couldn’t believe it anger still in his tone. “Why don’t you just admit it?! There are the one who could possibly do this to Y/N and after what Elektra did to her last week? Not to mention the other times she interfere in me and Austin matches?!”

“Calm down!” Nick said matching Grayson tone. “We are going find out who did this but we can’t throw accusations around.”

“Ridiculous!” Grayson said throwing his hands up and then his body around.

Nick just sighs again and look at Y/N. “We going do everything we can to find out who did it.”

“Thank you Nick.” Y/N said smiling.

Nick look at security and gesture for them to go with him. After they left, Austin gets a towel he begins to wipe the blood that was on Y/N neck.

“Is your neck ok? I know you recovering from sprain neck.” Austin said as he keeps wiping the blood.

“I’m fine I don’t think the attacker attacks me multiple times.” Y/N said.

Grayson looks at the two. “I’m literally about to go to there locker room to start a fight.”

“Gray no you have a match.” Y/N said shooking her head.

“How can I have a match when you are hurt like this?” Grayson complains.

Y/N sighs. “I’m telling you I’m fine. This is your guys only chance to even get a opportunity for those tag titles and you need to focus on tha with Austin.”

Grayson sigh back as he knows his girlfriend is right. Y/N looks down and knows something that can cheer him up and was even hit shock herself.

“You wearing the custom wrestling sneakers I gave you?”

Grayson looks down and grins. “Yeah they look really good and I thought why not put them on tonight so you would be able to see them in action.”

Y/N gives our a smirk. “So you not going drink out of it just like your other shoes?”

Grayson give it a thought. “Would you want me too?”

“It your choice.” Y/N said.

“Then am not.” Grayson smiles. “It really special to you-to me too, and I don’t feel comfortable drinking out of a custom made sneakers from my girlfriend.”

Y/N laughs as she flirts . “Then I guess when I come and watch from ringside I see you in action.”

“Looking forward too it.” Grayson flirts back.

“Ok love birds our match is about start and we need to get going.” Austin shouts as if they couldn’t hear him.

Both laugh and Y/N told the two she be out there after they make there entrances because she needs to take a breather

After taking a breather she goes to the ramp after both her boys did there entrances. She started walking towards the announce table to sit down and she put her thumbs up in support and good luck to them.

She sits down next to announce table and begins to watch the match after the others make there entrances. Michael Cole wanted to ask her some questions and so she happily replies.

“So Y/N who you think going win the match?” Cole said.

“I’m going go with A town Town Down Under obviously.” Y/N said.

“How would you describe your relationship with Grayson Waller?” Cole asks.

Y/N almost blush. “I mean it no secret that me and him are together. We meet up and something in us just sparkle when we see each other. I been with Grayson for few months now and it is really great experience.”

“Even tho he kinda a obnoxious person? Cole added.

“Hmm, I kinda see what you mean but I do actually see him as a kind protective person. Hr and Austin have lots to talk about but am sure they be able to figure things out.” Y/N said.

“He started to change slowly some of his ways tho when I got drafted to Smackdown. So I’m sure you guys able to see it too eventually.” Y/N said crossing her legs.

Cole smiles. “Well you are such a great superstar, so I take your word for it.”

“Thank you Cole.” Y/N said appreciated.

Y/N was still focus on fight since it has been a few minutes since then. Grayson and Austin have been doing well along with the Street profits, but Pretty Deadly tho barely get any offense in.

The match was getting the crowd excited and Y/N was happy to see that, but the thing she notices is Grayson was clutching his left knee like before.

Damn! Wasn’t his knee supposed to heal? It supposed to be sore.

Y/N try’s to shake off the worries and just decided to shout more support for her boyfriend and best friend. They started gaining upper hand when Y/N started to notice who was coming from the crowd.

The Bloodline.

“What are they doing here?” Y/N can’t help but growl.

The 3 teams seems to notice but they just began to focus on the match. Austin decided to do ATL on Elton and goes for the Pin but unfortunately when the count goes to 2 Solo gets his foot and drag him down.

“Hey!” Y/n said starting to stand up.

Grayson saw what happen and try’s go to help but Jacob immediately gets in the ring and did a Samoan Drop onto him putting him down in the ring. The other team’s try to get him out but Jacob overwhelming strengths and Tama he’ll easily takes out Pretty Deadly and a member of the Street Profits.

Solo from the outside spikes Austin making him clutch his throat and groans in pain. The three members of the Bloodline each attacks Austin on ground and drags him near the announce Table near Y/N is.

“Leave him alone!” Y/N shouts with anger seeing her best friend hurt.

Solo smirks as he winks at her. Y/N was going go and do something but she could hear Austin struggling voice telling her to stop.

He doesn’t want her to get hurt.

Solo and his family picks Austin up in power bomb position and Y/N suddenly realizes what they’re about to do.

No no no no

And suddenly The bloodline did a triple power bomb to Austin in announce table crashing hum down. Y/N watch in horror and immediately goes by her best friend side.

“Austin are you ok?! Austin!” Y/N said desperately.

Y/N then suddenly hear the bell rang few seconds after and she realizes again the match ended.

The street profits on by Montez pinning Grayson.

“Oh no…” Y/N said as she put her hands into her mouth seeing as her boys didn’t win the match.

Solo then looks into Y/N and shouts. “Tell your boys that we are only doing what best for business and we should of been in that contenders match.”

“Get out of here!” Y/N said as he was tending and almost unconscious Austin.

Solo smirk and soon left with his group. Y/N looks over Austin who couldn’t even stand up, couldn’t even talk to her, and he was in so much pain.

Soon Grayson was by Y/N and her expression and by Austin being on ground he knows what exactly happen. Both superstars were by Austin side until medical arrived with a stretcher, seeing it almost want Y/N to cry at the thought Austin might be seriously injured.

The medics puts him on a stretcher and start taking him out while Grayson and Y/N were close with each other wanting to comfort one another. As soon as Austin was in the ambulance and the door close, Y/N just started breaking down.

Grayson embraces Y/N and whisper in her ears. “It’ll be ok Y/N he going be fine.”

Y/N sobs. “He my best friend Gray, and I couldn’t do anything about it. I wanted to do something, but Austin didn’t want me too.”

Grayson sighs. “Solo and his group are dangerous, it wouldn’t surprise me if they try and do something to you Y/N.”

“It better than seeing me watch Austin get crash down in the table.” Y/N sobs again

Grayson comforts her more. “It’ll be ok Y/N he going be fine.”

Y/N nods through the embrace and after a few seconds she lets go and ask another question that seems to confused her. “Is your knee still hurting you? I thought it was a sore?”

“My knee was targeted a bit in the match and I honestly still feel a small pain before, but it not that noticeable and I can still go.” Grayson said chuckling a bit.

“You sure you’re ok? Maybe you should take a week off to let it rest?” Y/N suggest.

“I’m fine Y/N, but I will take your suggestion so we can go on another date.” Grayson gives out a grin.

Y/N laughs. “I would love that.”

Grayson nods and seconds later a person who works backstage goes up to the two and hands out a letter to Y/N.

“Letter for you Y/N.”

Y/N was confused as she looks the letter. “Who is it from?”

The person shrugs as he left, Y/N decided to open the letter with Grayson watching and both of them were shocked by what it reads.

It really funny seeing Y/N cry out in pain from being hit in the head by my familia. I hope she takes care of her neck very closely because you don’t know what going happen if she gets back in the ring so quick.

By LDF.

“I don’t believe it…” Y/N said disbelief.

“I knew it! I knew it was Elektra and Santos!” Grayson said furious.

“So Elektra and Santos are the ones that attack me?” Y/N said surprise.

Grayson just shook his head in anger. “I be right back.”

Y/N turns around. “Wait where you going?”

“Calling out those two cowards in ring and exposing them for what they really are.” Grayson said.

Y/N eyes widen. “Gray wait! The show already ended!.

“Just stay here until I get back.” Grayson shouts back as he start leaving.

Y/N groans and she started running to try and catch up to Grayson, she push through the curtains to where backstage people watch the show and monitors it but she hasn’t seen Grayson and she knew why.

He was already out in ring.

Y/N look at one of the peoples that was watching and said. “Is one of the monitors still on?”

One of the backstage people nodded and points to the one where it was still on, the camera was already pointing towards Grayson but it wasn’t live for people online to see.

“SANTOS!” Grayson yells angrily in the mic. “GET YOU AND ELEKTRA OUR HERE RIGHT NOW!”

Grayson was pacing in the ring and the crowd eas shock and excited by Grayson coming out here when they thought the show was over. Seeing Santos or Elektra not coming Grayson decided to push it.

“We all know both of you guys attack Y/N last week and this week, so come out here right now!” Grayson said angrily again.

Both of them still hasn’t come out.

Grayson laughs hysterically for a moment. “Where are you guys? I know you still out there backstage I ain’t stupid, so get your ass out here!”

Grayson now glares towards backstage. “You guys want attack Y/N from behind when am not around and act like you didn’t do it? Then let see if you can do that to me face to face, let have a match right here, right now!”

“I wouldn’t even mind if I can face Elektra right now, since she so confident in thinking she best best me in the ring with one body slammed when I wasn’t even allowed to hit her, so unless Elektra too scare to fight me, then we can have a intergender match right now!”

The crowd roar in approval and begin to shout. “YES, YES, YES, YES ,YES”

Grayson was opening his arm wide earring for them to come, seeing they still not coming he speaks again. “I’m not leaving this ring until you get out here, you guys going pay for what you done to Y/N so get out here now!”

The crowd rose in approval again and Grayson was still standing there waiting in the ring, he still angry and still wasn’t leaving.

The crowd roar in shock and approval when they see someone from behind hit Grayson with a chair making him fall down.

And that person was Johnny Gargano.

Johnny was glaring at Grayson and as he saw Grayson was starting to get up he rapidly hit him on his back with the chair causing him pain. Johnny then turns Grayson over and he started rapidly again hit Grayson injured knee as his knee pads were down with the steel chair in his hand causing him even more pain.

Y/N was watching and her hands were on her mouth seeing the brutality Johnny was giving to his boyfriend.

“Stop please.” Y/N said whispers with tears starting to come in her eyes.

Meanwhile Johnny drags Grayson near turn buckled and he wrapped his injured knee near the ropes and started kicking it causing Grayson even more pain, The men then started to go to outside and grabs Grayson legs inside the ring and get it in between the post, the next brutality is he slammed the leg that was his injure knee into the ring post hard which cause Grayson to scream in pain again.

The crowd was really disturb but what they are seeing and slight boing the DIY member for what he doing to Grayson.

Grayson was clutching his injured knee hard in pain as Johnny grabs another steel chair and brings it in the ring, he wrapped the steel chair around Grayson injured knee and begin to step and press on knee as he grabs another steel chair that was nearby.

Grayson try’s to move away but he in so much pain by Johnny pressing on his injured knee and Johnny expression was fill with anger.

“You think you so much better than everyone else? You don’t run Smackdown!” Johnny said angrily.

Johnny raise the chair above his head and slams the chair into the chair that was wrapped around Grayson injured knee.

Grayson screams.

Y/N couldn’t stand by and watch hearing the agony of her boyfriend being in pain that almost was echoing around the arena and started running towards the ring.

The crowd cheer as they saw her and Y/N immediately gets in front of her screaming Boyfriend who was clutching his knee desperately in agony and she holds her hands out.

“Stop don’t hurt him!” Y/N said angrily in tears.

Johnny grins as he holds his hands up. “So sorry, didn’t know I overdid it with my strength.”

immediately securitys comes and they were pushing Johnny away so that he wouldn’t do more damage to Grayson. Y/N looks to her boyfriend side and asks. “Gray are you ok?”

Grayson was whimpering as the pain seems to intensify and Y/N look at the injured knee and see that it was starting to turn purple and bruise.

“Oh no.” Y/N said covering her mouth. “Gray can you move your knee or your leg?”

Grayson shook his head, still in pain. “I- I can’t move, my knee I- I can’t put any weight on it.”

“We need Medical, hurry up!.” Y/N screams.

Johnny leaves the ring with a scoff and medical arrives to the ring and begin checking on Grayson. Y/N saw her boyfriend eyes was tearing up from the pain he is feeling and she just wants to make it go away, the medics were touching Grayson knee and he just flinch from pain.

“Can you move?” The medics ask.

“No I can’t, it hurts so much.” Grayson said still clutching his knee.

The medic shook his head. “We going need to put you on a stretcher.”

Y/N just wants to cry at the thought another close friend is being taken out in a stretcher. Y/N just goes over to Grayson and whispers in his ears.

“It’s going be ok Gray.” Y/N said with hopeful.

Grayson tries to smile though pain and gestures for his girlfriend to get more closer and as she did he embraces her even if it was uncomfortable in the position he in.

“Y/N.” Grayson said.

“Yeah?” Y/N said

“I love you.” Grayson said.

Y/N eyes tear up. “I love you too”

The two were still in the embrace when suddenly Grayson shouts in pain again as Johnny comes back and hit him in the steel chair on the back where Grayson back was on the ropes.

Y/N pulls back like a shock wave came to her and Johnny immediately gets in the ring and attacks security and medical who gets in his way, he throws one of the security into Y/N and both fell over to the outside in the ring.

“Y/N!” Grayson said desperately seeing her girlfriend getting hurt.

Grayson looks over to Johnny who was glaring at him. Johny slammed the steel chair into injured knee of Grayson and he screams in pain again.

Johnny was grinning at hearing Grayson in pain. “Your girlfriend is about to watch you get hurt just like my wife was when you attack me.”

Y/N manages to recover and shouts. “Johnny stop!”

Johnny just keeps on grinning and then he grabs Grayson foot and drags near the outside of the ring, he then started untying Grayson sneakers of where the injured knee is and as he finishes he takes off the sneakers leaving Grayson with his socks and drags Grayson to the ground causing him pain.

“Oh so this is the sneakers you girlfriend gave to you right?” Johnny said amuse.

“Put that down!” Y/N said angrily.

“Ok.” Johnny grins.

Johnny then spits on the sneakers and then he throws it into the crowd as far away as he can.

Y/N couldn’t believe what she just saw and how Johnny basically just get in between her and her boyfriend relationship like that.

Y/N try’s to run over to help her boyfriend but Johnny place his foot onto Grayson knee, slamms steel chair on ground in front of her and Y/N stop as she realizes Johnny was threatening her to try and do something because he wouldn’t hesitate to do anything to her especially the show wasn’t live.

“Where are security? Where are the superstars?” Y/N said in her thoughts.

Johnny push steel steps slightly and place and trapped Grayson foot in between the steel steps and ring post with his socks exposed and push the steps slightly causing Grayson to groan in as there was nothing to protect his feet.

Johnny grabs Grayson chin forcing him to look at him, tho Grayson eyes slightly close from the pain he is feeling. “You think I can’t keep up with you Waller? Well guess what? Johnny wrestling is able to keep up with you and is getting payback!”

Johnny let’s go of Grayson chin and he then run towards steel steps and he kicks it pushing towards Grayson unprotected foot.

“AHHHHHHHH!!!” Grayson cries out in agnoy.

Y/N hears the painful scream of her boyfriend that she hasn’t heard before and her tears fall as she runs over. “STOP!!”

Johnny back with his hands up with grin on his face as Y/N goes over to Grayson. Grayson couldn’t get his foot out of the steps that was between the pole and he was crying out in more pain.

“Gray am here, am here.” Y:N said try to sooth the pain on Grayson.

Her soothing didn’t work as Grayson keeps crying, screaming in pain as the pain intensified even more.

“SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!” Y/N cry out.

More Security and Medical immediately comes out and security were trying to keep Johnny away when he keeps on speaking and laughing at him.

“Enjoy rehab Waller, hope your girlfriend enjoy the show.” Johnny laughs out.

“Get out of here!” Y/N screams at him.

The crowd immediately was booing Johnny was the evil intentions he did to Grayson.

Johnny cackle’s as he left and Y/N was busy trying to remove the steps that was stuck on his boyfriend foot, she fear it has been crushed.

Y/N could see the tears was strolling on his cheek and she knows he desperately want to hide it but the pain was too much for him.

“It hurts, it hurts so much, I can’t move.” Grayson said as he sobs.

“It’ll be ok Gray, am here, am here with you.” Y/N said sobbing as well.

Medics were trying to get the steps out of Grayson foot that has been pressing in, as they were close to removing it, Johnny fights back against the security again and he goes over to the two couple and started grabbing the other shoe of Grayson that is in his foot.

“NO!” Y/N said as she tackles him with all her strength. “I SAID GET OUT OF HERE!”

Immediately Nick comes out along with Candice and Nick separates the two as Candice tends to her husband.

“Have fun in Rehab Grayson!” Johnny laughs again.

“GET OUT HERE JOHNNY!” Nick said in authoritative voice.

“He deserves that!” Johnny said.

Grayson was clutching his knee and foot as the pain keeps on intensify, he keeps screaming in pain. Y/N grab one of her boyfriend handing trying to calm him down and soothe his pain.

“Y-Y/N…” Grayson whimpers.

“Yeah?” Y/N said sobbing.

Grayson use his other hand and touch Y/N cheek, he was in unbearable pain and said the utter words. “I-I love you.”

Grayson eyes close and his body fell limp and Y/N immediately panic and started tapping his cheek to wake him up but it hasn’t done any effect.

“He pass out from the pain!” One of the medic’s said as they checking on him.

“Someone get another stretcher!” Another medic said.

Y/N begins crying on the ground at the thought her boyfriend is being stretched out, her best friend and boyfriend were both being taken out and now she is all alone to face the battle.

The audience were in disbelief and some even the kids were crying by what they have seen and heard:

The medics put Grayson on stretcher and Y/N immediately goes by her boyfriend side.

There still 1 mystery to solve.

Who keeps attacking her? Was it Johnny, LDF? Someone else?

Whatever it was she was going find out.

When she hears the ambulance sounds, in her mind all she could remember about is her best friend and Boyfriend together.

(To be continued)

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mrsarcherofinfamy · 1 year ago

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●Grayson Waller x Austin Theory x Reader●

Summary: They win the Smackdown tag team titles at Wrestlemania.

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*Y/N's POV*

Standing ringside watching the six pack ladder match going on, I see Grayson come into the ring pushing everyone off the ladders. Austin also comes into the ring and they position a ladder underneath the Smackdown tag titles. Grayson climbs up the ladder while Austin stays at the bottom watching for other competitors. I climb up on the ring apron watching them. Grayson climbs up to the top of the ladder, grabs the carabiner and unhooks the Smackdown tag titles.

"Yes!!!"

I jump up and down excited and clapping for them. Tyler Bate and Pete Dunne come into the ring and Tyler takes out Austin. Pete comes over hitting Grayson in the back. Tyler comes over to Pete and looks at me. Tyler blows me a kiss as they pick up Grayson and powerbomb him through a ladder on the outside. I gasp, wide eyed looking at Grayson than back at them.

"How dare you!"

I jump down off the ring and walk over to Grayson leaning down. I put my hands on his face.

"Gray? Gray? Are you okay?"

He looks up at me groaning and rolls towards me a little.

"Y/N. Help me."

I grab his hand helping him as he crawls off of the ladder. I kneel on the ground next to him while Austin is in the ring trying to get the Raw tag titles as well. He gets taken out and rolls to the outside of the ring. Grayson lays his head on my leg still clutching his tag title as I play with his hair. We watch as The Awesome Truth gets the Raw tag titles. Austin crawls over to us and lays next to me with his title. I look down at them smiling.

"I'm so proud of you guys."

"We couldn't have done it without your help baby."

Grayson sits up looking at me smiling. Austin puts a hand on my shoulder kneeling next to me.

"Yeah babygirl. Thank you for your support."

They kiss my cheeks at the same time making me giggle. I stand up and help them stand up as we make our way to the back to celebrate their win.

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sydsaint · 1 year ago

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A little taste of what's to come with our fav GM Reader and her boys. <3

Summary: GM reader flexes her hard-earned experience and the benefits that come with it to Ava at a draft meeting. But offering Ava some wisdom isn't the only thing that she's got on the agenda.

"Your boys lost the match fair and square, Pearce." You smile across the table at your fellow general manager. "Which means that Smackdown gets first dibs at the NXT roster, courtesy of Ava, of course." You turn in your chair to face Ava sitting a few seats away from you.

Ava flashes a friendly smile at you. This is her first WWE draft meeting, so she's still in the feeling-out process of everything. "I'm just happy to be here." She admits.

"And we're happy to have you here." Pearce nods. "But back to business. YN, do you have a pick from the NXT roster to kick the night off?" He turns back to you.

"I do, yes." You grin and twirl your pen in your hand before pulling open the vanilla folder in front of you. "Smackdown will be taking Carmelo Hayes as our first pick from NXT." You inform the room.

A knowing scoff escapes Pearce's lips. He taps his pen against his palm and nods at you. "Excellent choice, YN." He compliments you. "Your eye for talent never ceases to amaze me." He adds knowingly.

"What can I say, Adam? I can't help but have good taste." You laugh and wink at him playfully.

The meeting drags on for a few more hours while you and Pearce go back and forth on draft picks. Ava chimes in when one of you has a question about the NXT roster, but otherwise stays silent and soaks in all the information she can get. Ava especially keeps a keen eye on you. She aspires to be like you one day. A strong woman that commands authority and understands the inner-workings of the company like the back of your hand.

After the meeting finally comes to an end, both you and Pearce are feeling satisfied with your respective picks. The two of you shake hands and part ways until the next executive meeting or PLE show. You are just about shoot the boys a text that you're finished up with your meeting when Ava approaches.

"YN! Hey, again." Ava cracks a friendly and eager smile as she walks over to you.

"Hmm?" You glance up from your phone. "Oh, Ava! What's up, girl?" You greet her.

Ava bounces on her heels nervously and smiles at you. "Sorry to bother you." She bites the inside of her cheek. "But I was hoping that we could talk for a minute?"

"Yeah, sure." You nod and pocket your phone. "I've got some time before my date gets here."

Ava nods and the two of you move to a more comfortable spot to chat for a bit. You both take a seat out in the outdoor lounge and take advantage of the warm sun still hanging in the sky.

"You were great earlier." Ava starts the conversation. "I mean. It's so cool how you manage to control the narative when you're negotiating with Pearce." She gushes. "That's what I want."

"Thanks, Ava." You giggle at her awe of you. "You did good for your first draft meeting too." You offer her an encouraging smile. "I know you haven't been in charge of the NXT roster for long. But you seem to have a good handle on it. Your knoledge of everyone really helped Pearce and I out with our picks." You assure her.

The smile on Ava's face grows wider at your encouraging words. "Thanks, YN. That really means a lot." She blushes.

"Of course!" You nod. "You've got a bright future kid." You knock into her shoulder playfully.

You and Ava chat for a while about work. You offer her some tips about things that you had to learn the hard way in order to move up in the business. Ava soaks up the information and doesn't hesitate to ask questions, which you like.

"Hey, I actually have another question for you." Ava prepares to drop another ask on you. Not that you mind. "If you don't mind, that is." She adds.

"Ask away." You smile at her.

Ava picks at her nails for a second before nervously meeting your gaze. "Are the rumors true about you, LA Knight, Grayson Waller, and Austin Theory?" She asks you sheepishly.

A laugh falls from your lips upon hearing Ava's question. "Well it's no secret that Knight and I have a special relationship." You half-answer her. "But when it comes to Theory and Waller? Well, some things are better left to the imagination, don't you think, Ava?" You tease her and your phone buzzes in your pocket.

You take out your phone and quickly read the new message. Ava watches you curiously as you rise to your feet and pocket your phone before pulling down your sunglasses.

"You're doing great as the GM of NXT." You praise Ava one last time. "But don't ever forget that being the GM comes with it's own special perks." You grin at her as a fast-sounding car whips into the parking lot.

Ava watches you gesture for her to follow you as the luxury car sounds closer and closer. She follows you out to the front of the building where she spots the luxury car she heard now sitting still. LA Knight leans against the drivers-side door and nods to Ava when he sees her.

"You out here picking up strays now, darlin?" Knight peers at you over the rim of his aviators.

"Just giving a newbie some tips from a pro." You grin back at him. "You ready to go? The boys are starting the party without us from the text I just got from the pretty boy." You add.

Knight chuckles and walks around the car to get the door for you. "The party don't really start until you get there, sweetheart. You know that."

"Take care Ava!" You offer Ava one last wave. "Shoot me a message if you ever need anything, alright, girl?" You add.

"Yeah! Okay!" Ava nods, her eyes sparkling with awe as you dissapear into the car.

Knight walks back around the car and pulls his glasses down to get a good look at Ava. "You have a nice rest of your day, sweetheart." He shoots a wink at her before pushing his glasses back up and disapearing into the car as well.

Ava watches the car speed out of the parking lot and shakes her head. Oh yeah. She's definetly got a new role model to look up to.

In the car you laugh with Knight regarding your little display. "Oh her face was so cute." You giggle.

"She did looked pretty shocked, yeah." Knight agrees. "How'd the meeting go with Pearce?" He asks you.

You smile to yourself and look at Knight knowingly. "It went great. Smackdown is about to become the A-show again. Trust me on that, babe." You laugh to yourself. "Because I've got Carmelo Hayes in my office on Friday night. And he's all mine to work with."

"Hayes, huh?" Knight glances over at you for a brief second. "You ain't looking to add another boytoy to the roster, are you?" He asks you.

"We'll see." You shrug, plans for new rivalries and storylines already forming in your head.

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orangecassidycanknockmeup · 1 year ago

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orangecassidycanknockmeup's masterlists

hi hi hello! this is my collection of writing organized into one spot so that you don't have to search around for my works! under this you will find my rules for requests, and the different things you can request. (im not the best at this so pls be nice). i know my username is atrocious, pls leave me alone

rules;

things i will NOT write: pee/scat/puke, abortion/forced abortion/miscarriages, things with no consent, addiction, actual wrestlers fucking each other (unless its a 3some with the reader but other then that no), things featuring age play/little space, incest/step-cest. if you request any of these you're blocked.

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missmaywemeetagain · 2 years ago

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#what are your theories?#pink scarf reimagined #part 2 #pink scarf universe #scarf universe #elvis presley #elvis #if you’re looking for trouble #you came to the right place #elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #austin butler elvis #elvis smut #elvis fanfic #elvis fanfiction #pink scarf #💗💒❤️‍🔥

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glitchaxolol · 1 year ago

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I’m such a softie for sweet Grayson istg

"She's My Wife, You Idiot!"

(Grayson Waller x Female Reader.)

(This has been on my mind for a while now, AND I CANT GET ENOUGH OF THIS MAN!)

Summary: You and Grayson have been married for over a year now and have kept it a secret. But after taking a terrible bump in the ring, Grayson can't help but come out to check if you're okay, and after Grayson said something to the ref, people find out your relationship.

(Warnings: Some cursing, fluff, a tiny bit of angst, secret relationship, injury, shitty summary and ending, cringe writing.)

Y/N had came to the arena with Grayson but eventually separated from him to go to one of her friends, Naomi, while Grayson went off to Theory.

"Hey boo!" Naomi said with her positive attitude, giving Y/N a hug in which Y/N returned.

Y/N gave Naomi a smile, talking about her upcoming match against Tiffany while the two walked to catering.

They grabbed their plates and sat down, talking even more.

"Yeah, I got to talk to Tiffany soon about the match, hopefully nothing goes wrong. She's a pretty good wrestler though, so I'm sure it will go as planned." Y/N said and Naomi nodded her head but it seemed like she was more focused on something else.

"Don't freak out, but it looks like Grayson is staring at you again with those stupid heart eyes." Naomi whispered and then Y/N turned around to her one and only husband staring at her.

"What a creep." Naomi said and rolled her eyes before pulling Y/N's gaze away from Grayson.

"He's probably staring at something else that happens to be in our direction." Y/N says, excusing it off.

Naomi looked at her and shook her head, taking another bite out of her food.

While the two went back to talking, Grayson had told Austin that he had to go back to his lockerroom and grab something, leaving catering.

Grayson had given Y/N a look that she immediately recognized.

After a Grayson was gone for a little bit, Y/N had made her excuse.

"Um, I'm going to go use the restroom, get my makeup and hair done, then chat with Tiffany about our match. I'll see you later Trin." Y/N said with a smile and Naomi nodded her head before hugging her goodbye.

"See you after the show boo!" Naomi said in her cheerful tone.

Y/N waved her bye before walking toward a secluded place.

She looked around and just before she turned around, someone had picked her up.

Y/N elbowed the person in their stomach but then heard a familiar groan.

"Grayson! I am so so sorry!" Y/N immediately apologized but Grayson waved it off.

"It's fine." He said clutching his stomach. "But damn can you elbow somebody." He said and Y/N cracked a smile which made Grayson smile.

Grayson gave Y/N a kiss, which then eventually turned into a makeout session.

"Grayson- Gray. I have to... go to hair and makeup, and your... lips are gonna be full of my lipgloss." Y/N had said in-between kisses.

"One more..." Grayson whined when she pulled away from the kiss.

Y/N sighed. "Your lucky I love you." She said before giving Grayson one last, long, and passionate kiss before she had to go.

"I'm very lucky, especially since your my wife." Grayson said in his Australian accent that always made Y/N weak.

They gave each other a hug, Grayson kissing Y/N on her head before she had to leave.

"I'll see you after your match." Grayson said as his match was later on than hers.

"Alright, I look forward to seeing my amazing husband." Y/N said which gave Grayson the biggest smile on his face.

"I love you." He said as she was leaving. "I love you more!" Y/N had to shout a bit but blew a kiss to Grayson, in which he caught it and put his hand over his lips.

She rolled her eyes before going to hair and makeup.

Grayson had returned to Austin and Austin just looked at Grayson weird.

"What mate?" Grayson asked Austin.

"What did you have to grab that you had to to take so long, and where is it?" Austin asked, looking Grayson up and down.

"It wasn't in my lockerroom and I had to use the restroom!" Grayson defended himself.

Austin sighed and turned away. While he did that, Grayson quickly wiped Y/N's lipgloss off of his lips.

"Alright, our match is next." Tiffany said as the two walked to gorilla.

"We got this Tiff." Y/N said, giving Tiffany a hug before their match in which Tiffany returned.

"I know girly, confidence is key." The barbie had said as my music had hit.

Y/N walked out to the ramp, the crowd cheering her on while the ring announcer introduced her.

She was a baby face, and the crowd loved her. Y/N was a like sunshine.

Grayson was a heel. The crowd always booed him and Austin.

They weren't that different, but even if people found out about their relationship, they would wonder how the hell the two even ended up together.

"And Y/N is on the ground! No! Please don't end like this!" Wade Barret screamed into his headset.

"Oh please! It's Tiffy Time!" Corey Graves said as they watched the match between the ladies.

Tiffany was positioned at the top rope, ready to give Y/N her finisher.

But just has she did, Tiffany landed a little awkwardly. But this didn't hurt Tiffany much, instead it hurt Y/N a whole lot.

Y/N had already hurt her leg during the match but it wasn't like this.

Her ribcage was throbbing in pain while Tiffany stood up and had her hand raised up high.

The ref had went over to check up on Y/N and after he realized what had happened, he called over the medics.

Grayson was backstage with Austin right by him. Austin was talking about something while Grayson was watching the match.

"Really focused on that match huh?" Austin said out of no where as he realized that Grayson was paying him 0 attention.

"Dude, it's so obvious you like her." Austin said, snapping Grayson into reality.

"Shit. It's that obvious?" Grayson asked, playing along.

"Yes!" Austin said, looking at Grayson with a shocked look.

"You always stare at her when she's in catering, you shamelessly and badly flirt with her so much that it makes my ears hurt and to the point where her friends think you're a creep." Austin says in a sorta rant.

"Her friends think I'm a creep?" Grayson asks Austin and Austin nods his head.

"Yes, Naomi always catches you staring at her, Tiffany has to endure you shamelessly flirting with her and by the looks of it, it makes her wanna throw up, and then Bayley and all of damage control look at you weird when you do all of those things." Austin says and Grayson stares at him with shock.

"And then! You are always talking about her. All I hear every day is, Y/N this, Y/N that. You are OBSESSED! Even Kevin has to hear it before we have a match." Austin said while staring at Grayson, finally finished with his rant but then looked back at the TV then at Grayson.

"I don't care, after this match you gotta tell her. I'll buy you ice cream after." Austin says.

"What-" Grayson starts before looking back up at the TV.

There was his wife, the woman he loved so dearly, lying in the ring hurt and being taken care of by medics.

He didn't give a damn in the slightest if anyone tried stopping him in what he was about to do.

"Grayson!" Austin tried calling after him but he was already gone.

"Well, it seems like Y/N has been seriously hurt..." Corey starts off before being interrupted by the random crowd pop.

"What in the hell is Grayson Waller doing running out to the ring?!" Wade Barret shouts again into his headset.

Y/N clutched her ribs as she heard the crowd and looked up to see Grayson and the ref holding him back.

"Why won't you let me help her?!" Grayson shouted at the ref while the ref held him back.

"What is going on?!" Wade Barrett and Corey said at the same time.

"Are you serious?" Grayson said as the ref wouldn't let him help Y/N.

But the words that would leave Grayson's mouth made the crowd start gasping and then cheering.

"She's my wife, you idiot!" Grayson shouted as loud as possible and the ref looked stunned as nobody knew about their relationship.

Grayson help up his hand with his ring finger, the wedding ring shining bright. He held it up to the crowd to prove that he was indeed Y/N's husband and that she was his wife.

Wade and Corey looked at each other confused.

"Marriage?!" Corey shouted.

"Y/N is married to HIM?!" Wade said.

The ref had finally let Grayson help her and as soon as he did, Grayson was already at Y/N's side.

"I'm here baby, I'm here." Grayson said in his Australian accent.

Y/N immediately reached to him and pulled him into a hug. She winced when she tried to get up, almost falling down but Grayson had caught her.

Grayson had let out a nervous laugh which made Y/N smile as she heard it.

Grayson had kissed her head while they walked down the ramp with the medical staff still checking up on her.

The both of them were hearing random shit from the crowd.

"YOU TWO ARE MARRIED?!"

"I DID NOT EXPECT THIS!"

"HOW THE HELL DID YOU TWO EVEN GET TOGETHER?!"

And a lot of other things. But they didn't care.

Grayson noticed Y/N struggling and swept her off her feet, carrying her bridal style.

The crowd cheered once more, a few awes here and there.

"Well, there's nothing majorly wrong with her your leg but you have sprained your ribcage." The doctor informed the couple.

"How long will I be out?" Y/N had asked, gripping onto Grayson's hand tighter that she previously was.

Grayson noticed her anxiety and slowly rubbed her hand, trying to make her feel better. In which he did.

"A good 6 weeks." Y/N had looked at the doctor dumbfounded but ultimately accepted the news.

Once the doctor left to give Y/N some space, tears were forming in her eyes.

Grayson and noticed and pulled his wife into a hug.

"6 weeks?" Y/N said softly as she held onto Grayson.

Grayson looked at her face and he could have broke down right then and there from seeing his wife like this.

"It's going to be okay." Was all he said though.

"It's 6 weeks of me not being here!" Y/N shouted with a cry.

"I don't even... and it's just my fucking fault, and I hate it so much. If I had maybe agreed to Tiffany doing her other finisher instead of her moonsault, maybe I-" Y/N's rant was interrupted by Grayson kissing her.

After a little while, Grayson pulled away, leaving her to want more.

Y/N turned away but Grayson made her look at him.

He wiped away her tears and held her face in his hands.

"It isn't your fault." He said quietly.

"Everything will be okay. You will be back in action in no time." Grayson reassured Y/N.

"I can't stand to see my beautiful wife cry." Grayson said his damn Australian accent that Y/N had always loved.

Y/N looked down as she blushed but looked back at Grayson, leaning in for another kiss.

But before they could, they were very rudely interrupted by someone barging in the room.

Or should I say people.

"Wife?!" Austin shouted. Grayson smiled at Austin's shock and confusion.

Naomi and Bayley came in, standing next to him.

"You are MARRIED, to HIM?!" Naomi said loudly and looked at Grayson and Y/N.

Bayley shook her head and whispered something.

The rest of damage control came into the room and Asuka started laughing making everyone look at her.

"Sorry-" She said in Japanese.

"I did not expect you two to be together, despite the awful flirting." Dakota says, Bayley nodding her head.

Then that's when Tiffany and Kevin came in.

"I am so so sorry!" Tiffany said running up to Y/N and giving her a big hug. It genuinely sounded like Tiffany was about to cry.

"I just came in here to check up on you but out of everybody to be dating, this guy?" Kevin said, pointing to Grayson.

Grayson scoffed and rolled his eyes at Kevin.

"I brought you your favorite snacks too." Tiffany said, giving Y/N chips.

"Tiff, I'm fine, really. But thank you for all of this." Y/N said giving Tiffany another hug.

"And you to being announced as a couple, especially a MARRIED couple, was not on my bingo card." Tiffany said pulling away from the hug.

"I mean..." Grayson said, and the couple both showed their hands with their wedding rings.

"It's really hard to miss this." Grayson said.

"Yeah, especially when you've had it for over a year." Y/N said.

"Over a year?!" Everyone in the room said in unison.

Grayson and Y/N looked at each other before laughing. Y/N then lied down on Grayson's thigh while everyone became even more confused.

"Yes, we have been together since our nxt days." Grayson explained.

"Wait..." Bayley and Austin said together.

"How long have you guys been together, not married but together?" They both asked.

Grayson and Y/N looked at eachother again.

"4 years and a few month. Our anniversary was just in December." The couple said.

"4 years?!" Kevin yelled first and then the whole room started chattering.

Grayson laughed and looked down at his wife to see her staring back up at him.

"Secret's out." She whispered and Grayson nodded.

Y/N sat up and looked at Grayson again with a smile.

"What?" He asked.

"You're perfect." She whispered and now it was time for Grayson to blush.

"I still don't know how I'm this lucky to be with you." Y/N said while going in for another kiss that Grayson gladly accepted.

"I'm even more lucky for you to be my wife." Grayson said as he continued to kiss Y/N.

"Alright lovebirds, I'm getting sick." Dakota said and Austin gagged.

The couple rolled their eyes at their actions but shooed everyone out of the room.

Y/N was actually happy that their relationship was now out. She didn't mind everyone being shocked about them being a couple, in fact it made her laugh so many times.

She could finally hang out with Grayson and everyone would stop thinking Grayson was a creep.

Overall it was amazing.

"Babe, come back to bed." Grayson said in a drowsy voice due to him being tired.

"I have to take the medicine the doctor prescribed me." Y/N explained as she took it.

Grayson groaned but eventually Y/N came back to their shared bed.

Grayson held her, peppering her should and neck with kisses while Y/N tried to sleep.

"You I love you, right?" Grayson had asked and Y/N smiled.

"And you know I love you even more, right?" Y/N had asked.

Grayson shook his head. "Not possible." He said before continuing to hold his lovely wife.

"But it is." She whispered, making Grayson look at her with literal heart eyes.

Grayson hid his face in Y/N's neck so she couldn't see him blushing but slowly after a while, the couple drifted into a deep slumber.

The End. ♡

#grayson waller #grayson waller x reader #wwe imagine #wwe oneshot #fluff #wwe smackdown #wwe raw #wwe nxt #austin theory #tiffany stratton #naomi wwe #damage ctrl #kevin owens #corey graves #michael cole #grayson waller oneshot #grayson waller imagine

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checkeredflagggs · 1 month ago

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+1s

Pairing: logan sargeant x reader

summary: When a member of Logan’s team gets married in Vegas, he invites the new wife and her bff to travel with him as his Williams guests. He didn’t know being a +1 would also see him in love

a/n:this took so much longer than I thought it would…oops 🤷🏻‍♀️

a/n2: made up some names for Williams workers — sorry if you’re actually real

a/n3: this is set in 2023 and I switched Austin and Vegas in the racing calendar

a/n4: sorry this was later than I said — the heat was brutal

Masterlist

Private Messages, Logan and Jon

Private Messages, Logan and Jon (2 hours later)

Private Messages, Wendy and y/n

Private Messages, Wendy and y/n (4 hours later)

Private Messages, Logan and y/n

f1gossip

user1: Vegas just literally became my favorite track

↳user2: where else are we gonna get content like this??

↳user1: right???

user3: bets on who it is?

↳user4: level mode extreme because most of them were partying together…

↳user5: ok time to put on my crazy hat and deep dive — I need to know which driver was crazy enough to get Vegas married

↳user4: ok but no one said it was a driver? Like they specifically said f1 employee which makes me think it wasn’t a driver

↳user5: ohhhh good point good point

↳user3: ok but i need it to be a driver???

user6: I think it’s gonna be a redbull employee

↳user7: reasoning?

↳user6: they have nothing to worry about

↳user7: I can see it

↳user8: i think it’s gonna be a Ferrari employee

↳user9: plot twist it’s both

↳user10: that would be fucking hilarious

user11: other gossip pages are apparently reporting that Logan was spotted leaving the party early

↳user12: DID LOGAN GET MARRIED?!?

↳user13: I can’t believe wtf is a kilometer is married…

↳user14: tbh not the driver I would have bet on but I can see it

↳user13: same

Bluesky

user15: 😂😂😂😂

user16: the tweet format to live in infamy

oscarpiastri: really?

↳logansargeant: shouldn’t have been so funny if you didn’t want us to copy you

↳oscarpiastri: 😒😑

user17: oh my god we really thought that Logan got married

↳logansargeant: really appreciate the faith

↳user17: of course!

↳logansargeant: 😑😑

alex_albon: I had faith in you!

↳logansargeant: thank you Alex

↳lilymhe: he didn’t — he was texting me his theories and you were near the top of the list

↳logansargeant: 👎🏻👎🏻👎🏻

↳user18: oh my god this is the best ever

Private Messages, Logan/Jon/Wendy and y/n

wendy_travel

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wendy_travel: honeymoon in Mexico

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user19: married?!? Girl what

↳user20: oh my god your the girl!

↳user21: what girl??

↳user20: the f1gossip page girl! There was a rumor someone in f1 got married in Vegas last week and this is the wife!

↳user21: oh my god that’s so cute!

jon_pr: paradise with you

↳wendy_travel: always when I’m with you

↳travel_with_yn: cheesy

travel_with_yn

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travel_with_yn: traveling in style with my trusted companions! The best to travel with, the best to look good, and the best to find my way!

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user22: oh my god you always look so good!

↳travel_with_yn: thanks in large part to my summer fridays berry lip gloss!

logansargeant: glad you could come

↳travel_with_yn: thanks for asking!

↳logansargeant: now that you’ve met some of the grid — do we still have the same vibes?

↳travel_with_yn: You? No. The rest? Mostly

oscarpiastri: it was nice to meet you two

↳travel_with_yn: you too!

↳oscarpiastri: now if you could give me my hat back?

↳travel_with_yn: sorry I need it more

↳logansargeant: trash it — I’ll give you a better one liked by travel_with_yn, oscarpiastri

alex_albon: always nice to meet new fans!

↳travel_with_yn: I don’t know if I’d go that far yet…

↳alex_albon: but you were in my garage all weekend?

↳travel_with_yn: cause I was flirting with Lily?

↳lilymhe: loml 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

user23: best Williams guest!

↳user24: it was so fun seeing you on the big screen!

↳travel_with_yn: they definitely got my good side!

↳user25: impossible for you to have a bad one!

Private Messages, Logan and y/n

f1gossip

user26: they look so happy most of the time though…

user27: if you go on YouTube, there’s actual footage of that argument…it’s bad

↳user28: oh my god really?

↳user27: it really is. It goes on for like 20/30 minutes

↳user28: yikes…

user29: girl dump his ass

user30: this is why Vegas weddings never work out

↳user31: really?

↳user32: well spontaneous weddings

user33: i wanna know what rumors are swirling around to get to the gossip page

↳user34: right??? Cause like what’s happening that we can’t see?

Private Messages, Logan and Jon

Private Messages, Wendy and y/n

Private Messages, Logan and y/n

williamsracing

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williamsracing: Brazil here we come! And thanks for all the traveling tips y/n!

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user35: and looking good doing it!

user36: I love Brazil

travel_with_yn: you guys certainly know how to treat a girl right, of course I’ll offer some tips

↳williamsracing: anything for one of our favorite guests

↳user37: ok what do I need to do to get this treatment?

↳user38: idk but I’m laughing that it isn’t the wife of one of their pr people that’s getting the red carpet treatment

↳user37: omg I didn’t even notice. I wonder what Wendy is thinking about it…

↳user39: shes probably too busy fighting with her husband to notice

alex_albon: you guys never post me like this

↳travel_with_yn: skill issue

↳alex_albon: I didn’t sign up to be bullied!

↳logansargeant: it’s a service she offers for free

user50: you guys thought we wouldn’t notice! But we did!

↳user51: ummmm notice what?

↳user50: that Jon and Wendy (the Vegas couple) spent a lot of the weekend arguing with each other

Private Messages, Wendy and y/n

Private Messages, Logan and y/n

f1gossip

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f1gossip: Logan on a date? The American driver was seen at a local Austin Japanese restaurant — with an empty but occupied seat next to him

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user52: that was supposed to be me!

↳user53: or me…

user54: ok are we thinking date date or friend date?

↳user55: I desperately want it to be a date date because I need relationship Logan…

↳user56: on the other hand I need it to be a friend date so I still have a chance!

user57: ok but conspiracy theory time — I think its gonna be y/n!

↳user58: the travel influencer that’s been at the Williams garage lately?

↳user57: ok hear me out first — we know they’ve been spending a lot of time together recently because of Jon and Wendy (Vegas couple who’s their besties)

↳user57: and I’d imagine they’re getting the front row seat to the implosion of their marriage — and having been there, done that — you get close to people also going through it

↳user57: and if you go back through the pictures and videos of Austin and Brazil — they spend a lot of time together in the background

↳user58: …ok you got me

↳user57: just you wait and see

user59: wtf is a kilometer looks so good here!

↳user60: that’s what I was thinking!!

Private Messages, Wendy and y/n

williamsracing

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williamsracing: Logan points here in Austin!! We repeat — Logan points!

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user61: this is everything I’ve ever wanted

↳user62: OUR AMERICAN DID IT!

oscarpiastri: congratulations man

↳logansargeant: thanks!

user63: LOGAN POINTS LOGAN POINTS!!

alex_albon: show ‘em how it’s done!

↳logansargeant: you know it!

user64: caw caw mofos!!! 🦅🦅

travel_with_yn: it was a genuine pleasure to watch you race today

↳logansargeant: you must be my lucky charm!

↳user57: interesting interesting 📝

user65: WOOHOO!!

Private Messages, Logan and y/n

Private Messages, Wendy and y/n

logansargeant

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tagged: williamsracing, alex_albon

logansargeant: as the season comes to a close, I just want to thank everyone at williamsracing for the amazing chance to drive for you. It was a rocky start but we’ll definitely come back stronger next year! With hopefully less excitement at Vegas 😂

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alex_albon: it was a great time having you as a teammate this year!

↳logansargeant: it was definitely great being teammates!

user66: I’ve only had this American for a season but if something happened to him etc etc

oscarpiastri: first year done, more to come!

↳logansargeant: can’t wait for them!

user67: ok are we all skipping over the last picture or???

↳user68: no no we are not! Logan Sargeant come explain yourself!

↳user57: if I may??

↳user69: you may not!

↳user57: it’s definitely y/n!

travel_with_yn: it was certainly a pleasure traveling with you these last few weeks!

↳logansargeant: excellent

Private Messages, Logan/Wendy/Jon and y/n

travel_with_yn

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travel_with_yn: no traveling necessary when I’m with you

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user70: a soft launch?!?

↳user71: not on my bingo card for the year..

↳user70: but I love it!

user57: I’m telling you guys!

↳user72: alright there grandma…

logansargeant: 🩵

↳user73: oh my god!!

logansargeant has posted 3 stories

[back with benny][ Vegas here we come][forever with you yn_sargeant]

user74 replied BENNY!!

user75 replied Benny Benny Benny!!

user76 replied what are you and Benny doing together?!?

travel_with_yn replied oh you look so handsome…

↳logansargeant oh I’m blushing ☺️

oscarpiastri replied are you really going to do it?

↳logansargeant yes

↳oscarpiastri crazy man but good luck

alex_albon replied you’re getting married and you didn’t even invite me???

↳logansargeant 😂sorry but it is a bit of a spur of the moment decision — we’ll have an actual ceremony soon

↳alex_albon good! I’d like to see you and yn again

↳logansargeant …she says she’s excited to see Lily again

↳alex_albon 🙄🙄

user77 replied MARRIAGE?!?

jon_pr replied are you sure?

↳logansargeant I’ve never been more sure in my life

↳jon_pr well at least it’s not a drunk one

↳logansargeant 😂

user78 replied Alexa play that should be me

yn_sargeant replied oh my lovely husband — here’s to forever

↳logansargeant thankfully 😊😊

georgerussell63 replied congratulations 🎉

↳logansargeant thanks man! Be on the look out for an invitation — we’ll be having a real ceremony soonish

wendy_travel replied treat her well

↳logansargeant I will

user57 replied I KNEW IT!!

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shockercoco · 1 year ago

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Consequences

Austin butler x reader

Warnings - 18+, smut, riding, P in V, overstimulation, dirty talk, jealous!Austin

Word count - 2925 (I didn't intend for this to be 3k words lol)

a/n - request: “Hi! Please can you write an Austin butler x fem reader smut where he's jealous after watching her film a sex scene and he shows her how it's done? Maybe he's a bit cocky as well because he knows that only he can make her moan?” - loved this ty, I hope you enjoy :)

“They need everyone back on set in ten minutes,” you hear your assistant tell you from outside of your trailer door, interrupting your inner turmoil.

“Okay,” you tell her, and you hear her walk away as you go back to your thoughts.

You had been pacing back and forth inside your trailer for the majority of your lunch break thinking about your upcoming scene. It was a sexual scene that included you having to be practically naked in a bed with your male co-star.

When you had accepted the role you knew what it entailed, but back then the intimacy part of the script seemed so minor, and you had brushed past it. Given the fact that this wouldn’t be your first time shooting this type of scene, you really shouldn’t be stressing out. During those past roles, though, you hadn’t been dating Austin so it was simple and wasn’t awkward. It’s also not like Austin would have a problem with you doing this either because he trusts you – after all intimate scenes are a big part of the movie industry.

The intimacy coordinator had talked to both you and your co-star Matthew separately to inform you guys on what was expected. You also knew you could always say no, and you would probably be replaced with a body double, but that didn’t do anything to calm your nerves.

Figuring enough time had passed, you exited your trailer and headed back to set where the makeshift bedroom was already set. You saw Matthew in a robe matching yours standing off to the side getting some final touch-ups from one of the makeup artists. He gives you a small smile when he notices you walking in before turning his attention back to the woman in front of him.

You and Matthew had grown close over the past couple of months, which isn’t unusual because you were both the lead actors, and he seemed like a nice person –at least from what you’ve gotten to see. Austin would always tell you Matthew was too nice to you each time he visited you on set, but you never saw it and would tell him that you would be okay. Austin is a persistent man and didn’t deter from his theory, therefore, he would always eye Matthew and keep you in eyesight. You would just silently laugh to yourself when you saw Austin behind the camera eyeing Matthew.

“Matthew’s my friend so this shouldn’t be too awkward. This will all be over before I know –,” you think to yourself, but your thoughts are interrupted when someone taps you on the shoulder from behind. You turn around to see Austin there smiling at you.

“I didn’t know you were coming,” you smile back at him as he brings you in for a hug with a quick kiss on your cheek.

“It was a last minute decision. I had to attend a meeting not too far from here, so I thought I’d stop by. I hope that’s okay,” Austin tells you as you lean back to look up at him.

“Of course it is, I was just surprised.”

“What scene are you filming?” he asks you as you two pull away. That’s when he notices the bed sitting in the middle of the room and your robe. “Oh.”

You cringe a little. “It’s just a quick sex scene, you know how it is. It’ll be over before you know it,” you try to reassure him as his eyes find Matthew.

“Yeah, but it’s with him,” he makes a face.

“I don’t get to choose my co-star, Austin. There’s only a couple more weeks of filming, and then we don’t have to see him again until the movie premiere,” you grab onto his arm for him to look at you. He finally tears his eyes away from your co-star to look at you again. He rolls his eyes, not at you, and gives you a nod.

Your assistant comes up to you to tell you that the director is ready to start the scene. You give Austin one last look before going with her and walking into the fake bedroom, Matthew joining you. Crew members start moving around to make sure everything is ready to go, and the assistant director comes over to put you and Matthew into position, followed by the intimacy coordinator.

You take off your robe underneath the covers, not wanting to reveal yourself too much. Nipple stickers cover the top of you while a skin-colored pad is attached to your lower half. Matthew also has something to cover his manhood.

Once everything is in order, the crew members start filing behind the camera. Austin is also behind the camera standing to the side with his arms folded and jaw tense.

“You okay?” Matthew whispers next to you, and you give him a quick nod. He’s currently laying on his side looking down at you. “I see your boyfriend came to cheer you on.”

You’re not sure how to respond so you just smile at him.

“Just imagine me as shrek or something,” he jokes, making you laugh in response.

“I was planning on it.”

When the lights dim and the director yells action, Matthew doesn’t hesitate to lean down to kiss you, putting his hands on your waist. Austin watches everything from his place behind the camera.

Safe to say Austin wasn’t a fan of the whole process. Austin watched everything from his spot behind the camera – the way Matthew touched and held you, and the sounds falling out of your mouth as you held onto him. There was also more than one take, which made Austin even more agitated and tense. He couldn’t help but wonder if Matthew was getting turned on or if he was messing up on purpose.

Both you and Austin were relieved when the director called it a day, and luckily that was the only intimate scene that had to be filmed. When you got up from the bed and put on your robe, with the help of your assistant, you saw the look on Austin’s face. You thought it was best to avoid eye contact.

The car ride back to Austin’s house didn’t involve much talking, and when you finally entered the house he was still silent. You decided to take a shower, to wash the day off and to give Austin time to cool down. Seeing that the sun is long gone, you prepare for bed — filming took longer than expected. As you walk out of the bathroom connected to the room you shared with Austin, you notice him already in bed on his phone, appearing to have already showered.

He probably used one of the guest room bathrooms, which isn’t uncommon of him, but given the situation you just find it extremely petty. You can’t help but laugh at Austin’s attitude, but then again you wouldn’t be too happy either watching him have pretend sex with another girl, which is why you try to avoid joining him on set during those days.

As you climb into bed next to him, he doesn’t even glance at you as he continues to check his emails. You sigh dramitically, hoping to get his attention, as you look at the clock on the nightstand displaying eleven o’clock. Still nothing.

“Austin,” you say, trying to get him to look at you, but he just gives you a hum in response. You call his name again and he just raises his eyebrows, waiting for you to say something else.

“Are you really going to be upset all night?” You ask him.

“I’m not upset.”

“Are you sure because I’m pretty sure this is what upset looks like,” you point at his solemn face.

He looks over at you pointing at him, still with a plain face, before looking back down at his phone. You roll your eyes at his pettiness as an idea pops in your idea.

“Is there anything I can do to make it better, at least?” You ask sweetly, even though none of this is your fault, hoping that a little pillow talk will help him get over this. A mischievous smirk grows on his lips before he finally tears his attention away from his phone, placing it aside to look you in your eyes.

“You know, there actually is something you could do,” he says, making you want to rescind your offer at his eagerness.

“What is it?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

He motions for you to sit on his lap by patting his thigh, but doesn’t wait for you to say anything as he grabs your hips to pull you onto his lap to straddle him. He forces your hips down against him causing you to hold back a moan, your thin panties allowing you to feel him grow hard through his sweatpants. Keeping his grip on your hips firm, he then begins rocking your hips back and forth, forcing you to grind down. You place your hands on his chest before gripping the fabric of his t-shirt as your eyes begin to flutter.

“You know what, maybe I am upset,” he leans to whisper into your ear. A shiver runs through your body from the feeling as he continues, “I’m upset that I stood there and watched the way your co-star enjoyed fake fucking you, and after all this time you still don’t see the way he looks at you.”

“He’s acting, Austin, that’s what his role entails.”

Austin pulls away from your ear and looks you in the eye to say,” So he’s still acting even when the director calls cut?”

“He’s just a friend, I promise,” you whine out as you begin to feel arousal pool out of you and form a spot on your panties. Your answer doesn’t bring Austin any comfort.

“This is exactly what i’m talking about, you don’t see it,” he shakes his head at you and removes his hands from you. “Lift up.”

Confused, you listen and lift your hips to hover above his lap, only for Austin to shimmy his sweatpants down his legs enough for his underwear to be revealed and to pull his hard length out. He then takes the lead and pulls your underwear to the side, grabs himself in one hand, pulls you down a little, and begins to rub himself against your slit. You both groan at the feeling – him at your wetness, and you at his teasing with your knees already growing weak.

“You’re going to take a seat and ride until I’ve had enough,” he tells you, knowing well enough that you weren’t a huge fan of riding.

You didn’t enjoy taking control, and you would always get tired too quickly, which encouraged Austin to take matters into his own hands and thrust into you until you were overstimulated — not that you didn’t enjoy all of that, you just rather be on the bottom.

You nod before lowering yourself onto him until you’re completely full, taking a moment to take in the feeling before beginning to move. Austin tilts his head up with a sigh, his lips slightly parted at the feeling of your warm, rigid walls swallowing and releasing him repeatedly.

Your hands are on his shoulders now, gripping tightly, using him to help stabilize you. Keeping his grip on your hips firm, Austin looks down at the space between you two, watching as his length continues to disappear and reappear. Your eyes join his gaze and whimper at the sight.

As expected you feel your legs quickly growing tired, so you lean forward to hide your face in Austin’s neck, using him to place some of your weight on.

“Oh, no. I want you to look at me,” he tells you.

“Austin,” you whine as you move your head away from him. One of the hands on your hips moves to your jaw, forcing your eyes onto his blue ones. His stare sends a wave of warmth to your center, his unpleasant mood turning you on, bringing you closer and closer to your climax.

“You didn’t seem to have a problem earlier when you had Matthew grinding on you,” he states. He drags his thumb across your lip, tugging it down before releasing it.

“You know it’s not like that,” you tell him breathlessly as you shake your head. He continues staring into your eyes without responding to you.

Austin finally breaks that contact when he goes to take off your shirt, revealing your bare chest. He leans down to take one of your breasts into his mouth, sucking and twirling his tongue around your nipple, and eventually moving to the other. He brings his hands up to your back, bringing you closer to him. This just sends another wave of pleasure through your body, making it harder to keep your rhythm strong.

You whimper as you look down at him getting lost in his own world, and that’s just enough to make you tumble over the edge. You squeeze his shoulders and let out a cry as a strong rush of pleasure flows through your body and down to your cunt. With his mouth still connected to your breast, Austin can’t help but moan at the feeling of your walls fluttering around him, causing a shiver to run through your body. He smirks to himself as he watches you fall apart above him.

He doesn’t let you or himself recover, though, as he flips you onto your back. He pulls his sweatpants, and underwear the rest of the way down his legs before pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it. He then proceeds to rip your thin panties and toss them aside, too impatient and needy to take them off the correct way. He goes to hover you and quickly sinks into you with a moan before pounding into you with intensity, trying to chase his own high.

Still sensitive and not completely over your previous orgasm, your next one comes almost instantly at Austin’s rapid pace. This one is definitely more intense and as you open your mouth to let something out, you’re met with silence, leaving your mouth hanging open and your eyes closed as you toss your head back and release around him a second time.

Feeling your walls close around him once again, Austin cums with a deep moan as his head dips down. He never stops thrusting into you, just slows down, as you feel his warm load shoot into you. This prolongs your high and brings you into overstimulation as your back arches, and you finally find your voice to let out a sob as your body continues to quiver and shake. Just when you think he’s going to stop, Austin speeds back up into you, making you place your hands on his waist to grip down.

“Please,” you whimper, wanting to tell him to stop with the continuous torture, but you’re enjoying it too much. He just laughs above you.

“What’s wrong, huh? Too much?” he teasingly asks, but you don’t have the energy to answer. He looks down at the spot you two are connected to see the remains of your orgasm pooling out and onto the sheets below. He watches as your flow of arousal coats him as he continues to plunge into you.

“It can’t be too much, I mean you seem to be loving it too much,” he removes your hands from his body and holds them in his hands as he leans down onto his elbows. You're caged in as he pins your arms to your side. Austin rubs his nose against yours to bring you back to reality, watching as your eyes find his.

“Austin, baby,” you breathe out.

“Austin, baby what?” he asks with a tilt of his head, knowing he has you right where he wants you. He leans down a little to spit into your already parted mouth.

You don’t respond, you can’t respond as you continue taking him in. Your body is on fire, and you can feel your walls constantly clenching down around him.

“You don’t want me to stop, right? I mean there’s no way,” he smiles. “It seems like she doesn’t want me to stop either,” he says referring to your cunt releasing a squelching sound with each thrust from how soaked it is.

What comes out of your mouth next is nothing but a blabbering mess as you give into him, feeling drool – or his saliva – coming out the side of your mouth. You feel more of your wetness run out of you at his dirty talk, before feeling yourself unexpectedly cumming again. You release for the third time with a shriek as you dig your nails into his hands.

When Austin feels himself coming to his second orgasm, he quickly pulls out before jerking himself off the rest of the way. He shoots his sticky load onto your stomach, marking you as his. You feel yourself clench around nothing, your cunt so used to him diving into it.

Austin uses his finger to swipe some of his remains up from your stomach, and then places his finger on your lips, wanting you to open. You bring him into your mouth before tasting and sucking his finger while looking him in his eyes.

“You better stop before we go again,” he looks down at you, already feeling himself growing hard.

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