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spotofimagines · 8 months ago

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Hit Me ~ Drew McIntyre

A/N: So Drew returned on Raw this week and I wrote this faster than I've written anything in a long time. Enjoy some more angst from this feud! Let me know if you want a part 2 of this because I'd love to write more👀

Warnings: verbal conflict - reader is female

Word count: 3.9k

Drew McIntyre x reader, Seth Rollins x sibling!reader

Summary: Seth doesn't take Drew's return to Raw well, and what happens with his sister after the show ends only makes it worse.

94. “Come here.” “Why?” “Just come here.” “No, you're going to hit me.”

gif by @samijey

Seth had been suspicious; he had been for a while. He knew there was a new guy you were hiding from him, no matter how many times you denied it nor how little he wanted to believe it could be someone else in the company.

But there was no denying what Seth was seeing. His little sister with a man he barely wanted to see in the corridors again, nevermind talking to you and certainly not as close and cosy as what he was watching, and Seth swore at himself under his breath for coming back in this direction.

Seth’s steps had slowed to a halt, his hands on his hips and chest still breathing deeply after his match, and his wet hair began to cling a bit too tightly to his neck. He couldn’t help the heat rising to his ears at the sight of you leaning against the wall with a towering frame shadowing over you. The way you twirled the string of his jacket around your finger was making Seth’s knuckles turn white.

His fury was silent to you. All you focussed on was Drew, inches from you, warmth washing over you without a single touch. His wide shoulders blocked out the surrounding environment and his blue eyes bore into yours, a smirk growing at the movements of your finger pulling him slightly closer to you.

Drew had been away for two months, but the time apart had made it feel like more. You had started to build a connection in the summer before he took a break from the road and the space only made you realise how much you would grow to miss his presence backstage, and more so in the hotels afterwards.

What started as Drew trying to get leverage and extra information about Seth and CM Punk earlier in the year, turned into rendezvouses and long talks between you as he discovered the details and intricacies within you that would keep pulling him into your path. It was devious, exhilarating, a whole new side to Drew you’d never known over the years, and a hell of a lot of fun.

While you never ratted on your brother to him, never shared with Drew what he didn’t already know, there was no way Seth could find out you had been talking to him at all.

As a wrestler on the roster, you had your own friendships and rivalries, but Seth always kept an eye on what went on, making sure his feuds never spilled chaos onto you.

About a year ago, he’d taken it almost a step too far. When he caught you sitting in catering with Jey Uso, he all but exploded, finding a poor excuse to pull you away with a firm grip and a push in the opposite direction. The lecture shouted to you on the drive to the hotel was less than kind, and though it was nothing you hadn’t heard a million times, his fury was on another level.

It wasn’t like it used to be years ago. These rivalries, these men, they were something he didn’t want you touching at all.

If Seth knew you had a hand in his business in the summer, knew you’d been texting a wrestler, organising time together between shows, feeling his lips trace your body when the sun had set…

You could only imagine what he might do, especially with the stress he’d been under with his recent matches and The Bloodline.

You hated to see him so riled up about his former friends, but you were grateful that his frustrations had distracted him from your excitement.

There was a spring in your step that day that was hard to contain, a giddiness that buzzed through you. Drew was coming back. He’d be at the arena, on the show, and back on the road. You would get to hold him again, see his face right in front of your own, get wrapped in his huge arms and hear his deep accent drawl in your ears.

You got goosebumps just thinking about it on the drive to the arena, and thanked whatever entity watched over you that Seth’s bubbling irritation made your exuberance fly under the radar.

Those same shivers ran down your spine as you stood under Drew’s form, his arm beside your head as he leant on the wall behind you with his other hand comfortably squeezing your hip. His bare torso peaked out from beneath his jacket and Drew didn’t miss your eyes trailing down the hair that covered his chest and stomach down to his waistband.

You sighed out a breath to restrain the thoughts that wanted to come out but couldn’t. Not there, not yet. Your eyes travelled back to Drew’s and the mischievous glint was hard to miss.

“So, you’ll text me your room number later? I’ll catch you up on what you’ve been missing around here.”

Though your teasing was loud, your words were quiet. Despite the lack of people around, you always stayed cautious. The last thing you wanted was some gossiping crew member to be wondering why you of all people would be helping Drew out.

If you had known you had a spectator, maybe you would have said something different. Maybe you wouldn’t have unravelled your finger from his jacket string and hooked his belt loop to nudge his hips even closer.

“Oh, I look forward to hearing, and seeing, all the details Princess.” He glanced up and down your body as his gruff voice rumbled through your chest and his breathy chuckle fanned over your face. With a slight shake of his head, always delightfully taken back by your forward flirting, Drew looked over both shoulders and moved his hand up from your hip towards your chin.

But before his skin touched yours, the sparks trying their best to jump through the gap, Drew dropped both his arms to his sides and stood straight. The smirk had long gone from his lips and his jaw stiffened above his squared shoulders.

Confused by the sudden switch, you followed Drew’s gaze down the hallway and joined him in straightening up. Your eyes went wide with a silent gasp as they met the discerning look on your brother’s face.

As your body turned to him properly, a slight distance growing between you and Drew, your heart felt like it might burst through your ribs and land thumping on the ground in front of you.

Seth didn’t move. He just stood watching the two of you pretend nothing had happened. To anyone else, he would be unreadable, no semblance of a reaction to pick up on, but you saw the tight grip his fingers were having on his hips. He could hide a few things well, but anger wasn’t one of them.

A light touch on your lower back stole your attention and pulled your focus back to your end of the hallway. Drew rubbed his hand up and down a little bit. His eyes went without a trace of worry and his gentle touch brought an effort to soothe you.

“I’ll see you later, okay?” Drew uttered, his voice pouring like honey. The wink he left you with did nothing but make your heart beat faster, and when you met Seth’s eyes again, it beat so fast the blood was vibrating in your ears.

The lingering flutter on your skin from Drew’s fingers faded with each step he took towards Seth.

The pair exchanged nothing but a glare as he passed on his way to the parking lot. Drew kept his head held high while walking around the corner, whereas Seth’s foot had started tapping on the floor, itching to say what he really thought.

“What are you doing?” Seth asked, eerily calm and quiet, a tone that didn’t match an inch of his body.

When you struggled for any words, the stifled emotions in his chest broke the surface.

“Huh?” He shouted impatiently, making you jump a little from the sudden noise, and his steps marched towards you.

“Drew McIntyre? What are you doing with him?” His voice was loud, and you knew Drew would be smirking in the next corridor at the sound of Seth’s anger.

“I don’t know! I don’t know, exactly. It just sort of happened-“

“What happened? Hm? You tell me what happened-“

“What do I need to tell you? It’s none of your business what I do.”

“It is my business when it’s him!” Seth roared. The anger in his eyes rained over you as his voice seemed to echo off the walls. His arm was flung behind him and his heavy breaths filled the silence that followed.

The air around you was getting hotter and clinging to your skin. You knew this was bad, the whole connection with Drew was bad. You’d known it since it first started.

But you couldn’t help yourself. It was fun. The fact it never should have happened fuelled the fire in both of you and now neither of you wanted to stop.

Even with Seth stood in front of you, radiating fury and throwing his arms out in disbelief, even with the threat of whatever actions might come next, not a slither of regret crossed your mind.

“Y/N,” he said in a lower volume but just as stern, “everything I do here, everything I do for you, I do for your safety. I keep you away from those people for a reason. I can’t keep you safe if you’re going to go galivanting, playing with their jackets in the hallways, inviting them to treat you however they want. It’s not right. You can’t do that.” His voice grew louder as he spoke, pointing his finger down the hallway before directing itself to you.

You stared down at his finger, huffing out a breath with your hands on your hips. The blood was boiling up in you now, your cheeks tingling red at the nerve your brother’s words carried. Now it was your voice steadily beginning to ring with the same rage.

“I can’t do that? Since when did you start deciding what I can and cannot do?” Seth rolled his eyes – of course you would pick up on the completely wrong thing, the thing he knew he shouldn’t had said as soon as it left his mouth. His annoyed attitude only made you angrier.

“You can’t protect me forever. You can’t be there all the time. You can’t act like I don’t know how to look after myself. We’re not kids anymore, you can’t be by my side pushing away every sign of danger-“

“Don’t you think I know that? Don’t you think that’s what scares me? Huh?” Seth shouted.

Then, after a second of nothing, just staring daggers at each other while trying to figure out what was going to come next, Seth rubbed his hands down his face and began to turn away before facing you again with his hands heavy by his side.

“I just want you to be okay, and be safe, and think about what you’re doing here. I don’t want you to be in danger because of him.”

Even though his hand pointed out to you again, his words were calm, the faint traits of his heart pouring out with them. Seth wasn’t the kind to share his feelings easily with you, and never gave much honesty as to why he acted the way he did in certain situations, but the small vulnerability that peaked out was enough for you to know why he cared.

He knew what Drew was capable of. He’d seen all Drew had done in recent times and witnessed a lot of it first-hand. He’d lost his championship to Drew and seen the violent spiral of obsession that followed through the year. The Scot had bled out envy and rage more than anyone should. Seth knew how difficult it was to be associated with Drew, especially with CM Punk clouding his mind like a constant fog.

Seth didn’t want you remotely close to any of that. The idea of you getting involved with the feud around Summerslam was shot down in an instant with some serious words that rarely left him, and he became guest referee instead, keeping you firmly cemented elsewhere.

But being with Drew was the furthest thing from dangerous. You never worried about a thing with him.

Even in that first interaction months ago, where you sensed there was an ulterior motive to his intentions, Drew was courteous and respectful and followed your lead. He understood why things had to be kept quiet. He made excuses with so many people to give himself free time with you. He shared things with you in those early morning hours wrapped in hotel sheets across the country that he wouldn’t imagine telling anybody else. He never came close to laying a rough hand on you once

In fact, you didn’t think you ever felt safer walking the WWE halls than when you knew Drew had your back.

He’d almost risked it all already. Risked exposing what you were together and having Seth rain down on him. All because Liv Morgan had played dirty in your match, with Dominik Mysterio ringside to back her up. You were lucky you made it back to gorilla first, because the look on Drew’s face as he stood waiting for his match, watching the screen with his arms folded and a security guard precariously waiting beside him with a ruffled collar, it was a sight to behold.

Drew didn’t care who he had to put down to make sure you were okay. He’d made that perfectly clear. So how could you worry about danger when one of the most threatening men on the roster all but worshipped the ground you walked on?

You took a moment to think before you spoke, trying not to let a laugh of disbelief out at the notion that Drew would cause you harm. Seth didn’t know what Drew was like with you, how he treated you, how his strong arms only made you relax, not worry.

All that Seth had seen was him standing over you in the hallway after attacking Sami Zayn.

“Seth, there’s nothing to protect me from with him. No danger to be scared about. I promise.”

The look in Seth’s eyes told you he wasn’t sure, but when you raised your eyebrows and nodded a little, he knew he had no choice but to back down, even if he didn’t believe it yet.

“Alright,” Seth muttered, holding his hands up in defeat as he slowly started down the hall, his words barely hitting your ears as he passed, “whatever you say.”

You watched as he walked away and sighed, shaking your hands at your side to relieve the tension. But the spinning of Seth’s heel made your head shoot up and your shoulders go tight again.

“Wait,” Seth said, pointing at you again and squinting in thought, “you better not tell me he’s the guy…”

Seth waited for you to respond but you couldn’t. You didn’t know what to say. Lying to your brother’s face right in that moment felt wrong, but you couldn’t get the truth out.

You shook your head a little and played it off in confusion. “What guy?”

Seth raised his eyebrows, and his stare burned through you.

“Y/N…” He repeated, daring you to tell him he was right.

The guy. The mystery man that had you smiling at your phone more often, had you unable to take other people’s calls, had you listening to softer songs in the car, had you happy.

Each time Seth had noticed something like this, he joked and jeered about your new Prince Charming already making you royalty. Until you started getting flowers handed to you by staff when you showed up at arenas and hotels, and he figured it had to be someone in the company to know where you’d be.

After that, he stopped joking so much and kept his revelations to himself to piece together. If you were happy, then he wanted you to be happy, but if certain wrestlers were acting that way with you then he’d have no choice but to break it up. So, he left it alone for a while, perfectly content with not knowing which of his colleagues wanted to shack up with his sister.

You kept your eyes locked with his. Your hands slotted onto your hips as you opened your mouth to speak, but let nothing out, shrugging a little before you sighed.

You had nothing to say that he’d want to hear. And he had a lifetime of experience in knowing what your secrets looked like.

Seth scoffed and dropped his hand, looking away at anything but you. He ran his hands through his hair and rubbed his face again, sighing out and shaking his head as his hand held his beard and he stared at the ceiling.

“He’s the guy you’ve been seeing.” He mumbled to himself, still shaking his head slightly.

Drew McIntyre. He couldn’t believe it was Drew McIntyre. Ater all this time. Through all they’re escapades this year, he had been sneaking around with his dear little sister right under his nose.

Seth had had thoughts about which of the talent in the locker room could have been trying to win you over. Some of them were true gentlemen that he thought he could grow to accept if he needed to, but they were few and far between, and Drew was certainly not one of them.

He turned his attention back to you, tongue in cheek and his hands falling on his hips as the same anger was bubbling up inside him again.

“Him? Really?” Seth accused with judgement laced in his tone. He wanted to shout, you could tell by the way his jaw tightened and how his eyebrows furrowed, but he held himself back.

How could he shout when you were stood in front of him like that.

Fear traced every line of you, unsure what he would say or do. You’d played the scenario over in your mind a thousand times, how you would tell him gently, ease him into the idea with subtle hints in the days before.

You prepared for any way he could react to that. You never once prepared for him stumbling across you almost kissing in the hallway five minutes after an episode of Raw.

The way you couldn’t look him in the eye and chewed on your lip as you anticipated his next move made Seth rethink his actions.

He really did think you looked happy during the past few months. But seeing you panic about what he might do due to who was causing that happiness? The feeling made his stomach drop.

Seth’s duty was to protect you, not scare you. It always had been, and nothing in the world would change that.

He took a moment to really take in the sight of you and the way the nervousness embodied itself from your head to toe. All he could do was sigh before stretching out a hand to you.

“Come here.”

“Why?” You asked, suspicious of his tender tone and the inviting wag of his fingers.

“Just come here.”

“No, you're going to hit me.”

Seth raised his eyebrows at you mockingly, silently asking if you really thought he’d do such a thing.

When he saw you weren’t entirely joking, he rolled his eyes and tutted against his teeth, taking a step closer to reach and grab the back of your shoulder.

You dragged your feet to cover the rest of the space between you before his arms fully pulled you in.

The hug enveloped you, a familiar comfort washing over you. Even though his back was sweaty, and his hair dripped on your skin, you wrapped your arms tight around his waist.

You could very much sense the uncertainty in his body, the tension that still lay there from his promo, his match, him seeing you with Drew then finding out you had been cosying up for months.

But his hand squeezed your shoulder and all you felt was security. Trust. Resolution.

You could feel his beard moving a little against your head as his mouth opened and closed a few times. It was a vision in your mind as clear as day - him trying to find the right words to translate what his heart wanted you to know.

“Promise me that if anything happens, you’ll tell me.” He said lowly in your ear. You chuckled a little to yourself, the one you’d stifled before but didn’t manage to stop this time.

“No, I’m serious Y/N. Promise me,” He said, pulling his head away and grabbing your shoulders with his hands, “because I’ll kick his ass in a heartbeat if he hurts you.”

In any other circumstance, he’d say this as a joke. It’d be your big brother kidding around, wanting to tear the whole city down when he knew you’d be alright doing it on your own. But this time it wasn’t so funny to him, and he needed to hear you say you trusted him. That you knew Seth would protect you no matter who stood on the other side of the fight.

His eyes searched yours inquisitively, looking for any hint of doubt beneath the surface. It was a seriousness you hadn’t seen before.

“I promise.” You said earnestly, and you saw a slight relief flood his features.

Seth knew you. If you wanted to do something, by all means necessary, you were going to do it. This was as much as he could do about you seeing Drew as possible.

At least for now, anyway.

He squeezed your shoulders again and gave the smallest smile he could as he stepped away. You knew Seth didn’t trust Drew, not a single bit, but he trusted you. You just hoped he trusted you enough.

“Alright,” Seth breathed out, “I left my shirt in gorilla so,” he pointed over his shoulder as his words trailed off.

“Yeah, you, er, you better go get that.” You said, not knowing what else to say. You both weren’t used to moments like that all too often, and the last thing you wanted was him boiling over again from a silly comment.

He nodded and started walking away but turned to walk backwards as he spoke again.

“I’ll shower then we’ll head to the hotel. That still your plan?” He asked, and you couldn’t tell if he was mocking this time.

It would be just his nature to make that joke, but this wasn’t a laughing matter for him, and you knew it. He had a genuine curious look on his face, a hopeful one that you wouldn’t be diving into Drew’s arms, that you wouldn’t be leaving the arena with a man he had lost all love for.

“Yeah, of course,” You tried to speak with positivity, but felt silly for trying, “I’ll meet you at the car in 20.”

Seth sent a thumbs up over his head as he finally turned around for good.

You just watched him walking away from you, his head down as he unwrapped the tape from his wrists with force. His shoulders still showed the stress he felt, and you couldn’t start to imagine what thoughts were running through his mind with each step.

This was not how you expected the night to end. A much-anticipated reunion with Drew now presumably overshadowed by plans of how to not let this impact his return to the roster.

While you wanted to stay excited at the thought of alone time with him again, all you could think about as you headed to the arena exit was what on earth you and Seth were going to talk about in the car.

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