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told you so.

kate martin x reader

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woooooh this is a fucking doozy guys. literally received one (1) anon and then i blacked out for an hour and a half soooo here’s this ! realized during this journey that kate martin means an unfathomable amount to me and it’s like . Actually concerning 🔥🔥

ANYWAYS it’s giving Kate martin’s controversially hidden girlfriend that goes lowk public at the wnba draft like SHUT UP

18+ AS FUCK

“babe, quit looking at me like that.”

if there’s one thing you know, above the fact that you were certain there was gonna be an unsuspected draft tonight, was that kate martin could be such a bitch in the morning.

not that this was new for you, in any sense— you’d been more than used to it since the dawn of your relationship, learning all the little things about her that made her tick. whether that was her favorite to least favorite foods, or teams, even her obsession with fucking hot sauce.

you knew she still slept with her childhood blankie, the one currently curled under her chin atop the hotel comforter because she’s ridiculous, and because nobody has ever and would ever disrespect her blankie game.

and above all, you knew how much she wasn’t a morning person.

“you’re so dramatic,” you snort, pushing yourself up onto your elbows with a tired, but mocking voice as she emits a slow groan, turning to shove her face into the pillow, her body curling away from yours in an act of indignance that only makes you laugh.

you were far too used to her acting like a baby, so the action only made you sit up on your knees, slinging a leg over her so you could straddle her sides, leaning down to pepper kisses against the side of her face as she lets out a string of groans that turn into halfhearted chuckles, until her hands are planted firmly against your thighs, bare due to the oversized IOWA shirt that she insisted on you wearing.

‘for good luck,’ you remembered her snickering, something you knew was really just ‘easy access’.

her voice is still hoarse from sleep, quiet and raspy and tinged with that midwestern accent that you’ll never give up on bullying her for, when she whispers, “dude, you’re so annoying.”

of course, she proves it by hoisting you off of her, onto the bed, simulating something like a WWE smackdown moment as she rolls over onto you, mumbling something that you really can’t decipher due to her face in your neck, your chest, basically every place she knows will pull that hysterical, annoyingly high pitched laugh out of you, that for some reason, she loves.

“can’t believe you made it here.” she murmurs quietly against your cheek, lips moving lazily against the skin before she lays a smacking kiss there, and it’s almost gross, how much saliva she uses, but you snicker anyway, hand coming up to stroke through her blonde strands.

in all honesty, you couldn’t really believe it either. it had been soemthing close to hell trying to get it all straightened out, from clothes to hotels, to transportation and getting from des moines to brooklyn, not to mention just how fucking exclusive it had been to even get a seat open with all the hype surrounding women’s college basketball, the posterity that the final four teams had brought to the sport— not to mention, the fact that you and kate weren’t public in the fucking slightest, so having to account for that definitely sucked.

of course, it was a huge accomplishment, one that would definitely go down in the history of sports in general, so of course it was a huge fucking honor that your girlfriend was apart of it—

but also, you just thought it was hot.

in fact, the thought makes you smirk to yourself, corners of your mouth curling upwards in a self righteous grin as you turned your head, bumping noses with her to whisper, “can’t wait to see you all dressed up, baby,” she snickers at that, and you kiss her lips once, twice, three times before continuing, “and, i can’t wait to see where you get drafted so i can buy myself a plane ticket.”

the subsequent groan you receive is expected, but it doesn’t deter you even slightly, “and to watch you play on a professional fucking team, like, kate, i’m basically wet thinking about it right now.”

that makes her laugh out loud, and it warms you just a bit to hear it.

it’s not like kate has been super confident about it recently, usually choosing to not speak or avoid talking about how bad she wants it— especially considering the night being mainly for caitlin, an old teammate of yours from school and one of kate’s best friends on the squad, and arguably, one of the best players in the league (next to kate, of course).

still, it didn’t change your focus, or the unyielding hope you had for the possibility of kate getting drafted— no matter how late in the draft it could be.

“babe, quit selling yourself short, okay? you’re a legend. it would be literally, fucking stupid to pass you up, okay?” she doesn’t respond at first, her eyes closed and lashes brushing her cheeks, before she flutters them open just a crack, blue peeking through as you offer her a grin, one that she only rolls her eyes to, but kisses you regardless. you knew how much she hated to talk about it, but it didn’t matter.

you knew you were right, anyway.

“mmmiloveyou.” it comes out in one smushed whisper against your mouth, before you nip at her bottom lip, hand sneaking under the sports bra she wore to bed to brush your thumb across her ribcage, “get off of me and get ready, okay?”

—

caitlin was top draft pick, which was heavily speculated and yet still unexpected to a degree as you stood from your seat with a cacophony of shouts and hollers from around you, pride swelling thick in your chest. you’d known the girl since you two had been in middle school— seeing the same tall little girl that had hated losing in an elementary school gym turn into such an infamous champion was something alike to a parent watching their kid go off to college or something, you’d swear it.

but, to say it was nothing short of nervewracking would somehow be an understatement, and as much as you felt the impending pressure with each name called, you could only imagine how kate must’ve felt.

it wasn’t hard to tell— the way her molars steadily worked the inside of her cheek, the way her tongue would dart out to wet her lips again and again. her hand, jittering too much to be held stationary within your own, drumming along your bare thigh beside your dress— ‘self soothing’, she’d explained in a whisper, a halfhearted, almost weakened smile on her face when you’d given her a lifted eyebrow at the hand placement considering the amount of cameras that surrounded you, but somehow, despite the rush of adrenaline, decided you didn’t care either.

thankfully, you both weren’t anywhere too accessible, but it still made you wonder whether kate had been bullshitting just how anxious she actually had been the whole time for her to need your touch so badly, and for an aching moment of tenderness as you glance at her, you want to kiss her, hard, rub the tension between her eyebrows, relax the trouble in her eyes.

still, gabbie and jada were good eyes too, considering anytime the camera would so much as even pan past you two, jada would hit you with a solid elbow, one to remind you that your poker face was shit, and perhaps you’d have to try just a little harder to pretend you weren’t totally, irrevocably in love with the woman beside you.

but slowly, it was all starting to click into place.

the cameras began panning to kate more and more, your own eyes flickering to the set and noticing how everytime you’d look, there’d be an official looking right past you, right at kate. a surge of excitement rose within you, one that had the words bubbling from your mouth in an urgent whisper,

“baby, i think—“

until an official, dressed in black with a wireless pair of headphones in each ear and a smile, touched kate’s shoulder.

“ms. martin, we’re gonna go ahead and have you and your party move down the aisle just a bit— there’s been a slight seating issue, if that’s okay with you guys?”

jada elbows you extra hard this time, and for some reason it solidifies that feeling you get, one that makes your heart leap as you all nod, getting to your feet without argument, only as kate turns to give you a look that’s supposed to be scolding, but fuck, you can see the glimmer of hope in it that makes your chest constrict, your eyes burn in pride.

“you’re giving me eyes, and for what?” she hums, the teeth against her cheek working overtime as you all settle into the new seats, kate at the end of the aisle, and a fluttery feeling in your chest, “no reason.” you say it almost smugly, as if you know something she doesn’t, and you don’t, but god, you can feel it.

the names fly off, left and right, number 16, and kate’s knee starts bouncing slightly, number 17 and your heart feels like it’s going way too fucking fast, number 18, and jada peers around you to glance at kate, and then…

las vegas, aces— kate martin.

if watching caitlin win had felt like a parent watching their child, this must’ve been adjacent to winning the fucking lottery.

you’re on your feet in mere seconds, the tears that had built finally dripping down your cheeks, a fact you’d only come to find embarrassing once you realize how visible they are on the playback, but fuck it, your girl was going pro.

she wastes no time in wrapping you up, her face ducking into your shoulder as your arms twine around her middle, thinking subconsciously of how you know you shouldn’t risk it, but kate doesn’t seem to mind, only releasing you with a single arm to embrace jada, and then gabbie, before she’s back to you.

of course, it doesn’t occur to you in the moment, that it’s a hard launch— no, it doesn’t really sink in until she kisses you hard against the temple before she’s breezing down the aisle, the subsequent eruption in applause leaving you starstruck, in silent awe.

after that, it’s somewhat of a blur— she takes her picture and accepts her jersey, the newscasters going off on some spiel about your girlfriends work ethic, her attitude, her endurance, everything you already fucking knew, had known for so long, that she’d finally have a chance to prove.

the moment she’s back beside you, it also doesn’t register to you that she must’ve been just as accepting about the reveal, because it’s only a second that she’s in her seat before she plants a soft kiss to your mouth, the dark lipstick you’d been steadily biting off in anxiety sticking to hers and she’s grinning, bigger than she had all day, and for a moment, you think you might actually collapse because god,

you love her. so fucking much.

“told you so,” you make out between the tears, smiling through the tightness in your voice that makes you sound warbled, whimpering even as she just laughs at you, her thumb careful to wipe beneath your eyes, “guess you did.”

of course, it’s only customary that after such a good night, everyone must get fucked up— so, that’s exactly what happens.

you get to gush to caitlin— hugging her tight around the neck and congratulating her a million times, to which she reciprocates when it comes to you and kate, garnering a blush on your already alcohol flushed cheeks, rolling your eyes as you punch her arm.

“whatever, fever.”

“whatever, ‘ace’.”

you pretend you don’t notice the quotations she puts around it, and give her a friendly middle finger instead— if kate was an ace, that meant you basically were too, at least by proxy.

“hey money,” you call to kate affectionately, seeing only the back of her head as she talks to gabbie, your arms sliding around her waist to hold her tight from behind.

“my love,” she greets with a smile, looking over her shoulder to pucker her lips at you, expecting a kiss that you so easily return. it feels fucking terrifying, in all honesty, to be so open, but you can’t find it within you to care enough to give it up— not when she’s this happy.

“dude, you totally knew, didn’t you? there’s no way you would’ve started crying like that unless you knew.” she’s drunk, chattering at a volume level beyond what’s needed considering you were right behind her, hand sneaking beneath her blazer, but you can’t help the way you shrug, “i’m always right, huh?”

later that night, she shows you just how right you are.

it’s past a decent hour to still be tugging off clothes from the night prior— the clock read four in the morning, but the windows spoke of the twinkling lights that surrounded, the city not quite awake, but never asleep.

“you’re a pro,” you hum against her mouth as you tug off her blazer, hands making quick work of the belt that kept you from exploring, smirking at the look she gives you, daring and all too fucking sexy, “it’s so hot to think about.”

“yeah?” her fingers hook beneath the straps of the dress until she’s dragging them down your shoulders, “you want me to show you how professionals do it?”

the next thing you know she’s between your legs, nothing but a white top and her slacks on, unbuttoned, as she hikes a leg over her shoulder, kisses along the inside of your thigh with an intensity only comparable to how she is after a really good game.

“fuck—!” it leaves your mouth in a sound that’s almost unrecognizable, the realization that you’d been pleasantly and uncomfortably horny ever since the draft had ended making itself known considering just how much kate had been unrelenting during press— hands on your hips or on the inside of your thigh, toying with the hair on the back of your neck or grasping the inside of your elbow to lead you along.

she knew it drove you crazy, you knew she’d make it up to you later.

her mouth makes easy work on you, tongue long and flat as she laps against your cunt, rough in all the ways that she knew you could handle— thumbs pressing fingerprint bruises into your skin, breath hot and heavy against your clit, hips moving on their own accord as you gasp out a string of incoherent whimpers. “shit, baby- just… just like that.”

it wasn’t like kate had ever failed at getting you off, but tonight, she performed as if it was her last game, greedy almost as she drinks you in, making sure to not leave one bit of you unchecked. her tongue is almost sinful in the way it makes your voice careen, high and whining, your hand finding a permanent tangle into her already mussed hair.

but she’s cocky tonight, presumptuous right before you orgasm as she raises her head to kiss your thigh, biting the skin before she’s climbing onto the bed beside you, too tall to be graceful, but you’re too fucking horny to even spare her the laughs you usually give.

“up, c’mere.” she’s breathless still, but she doesn’t let you rest for even a second, leaning across you to curl her fingers around your thigh to tug you up from your laying position, rousing you from the hazy, almost delirious state of mind as you push yourself up, letting out a shaking breath when she’s sliding your leg over her chest, hands grazing up the back of your thighs until she’s pulling you, right over over her mouth.

“kate, wha- you’re so— fuck.”

any semblance of words or sense seem to leave you in one second, as she flattens her tongue against the wetness that’s collected, the friction almost unbearable when her head tilted upwards, nose brushing hard against your clit in a way that pulls a cry from your lips. she’s unfaltering, diligent, unabashed in the way she’s moving your hips, the way she pairs each grind against her nose with a curl of her tongue, and really, it’s over before it fucking starts.

her mouth is glossy, damp when she’s done, and she smiles and it’s arrogant as she’s sliding you back down to sit you against her hips, the mere control she had of your body making you bright red as you pant pathetically, reduced to fucking nothing by her mouth.

it makes you throw your head back with a whimpering sigh, “don’t fucking look at me like that.” you complain, legs still open, thighs still trembling as she races her hands along them, “tired already?”

funnily enough, you were far from fucking tired.

“actually… was thinking about showing you some celebrity treatment?” you muse softly, as she peels off her own top, eyebrows raising, her thumb swiping along the edge of her lip before she’s placing it on the bottom of yours, pressing until it dips into your mouth, the heady taste of what you knew was yourself finding a place on your tongue.

she smirks, tongue poking between her teeth as your stomach fucking turns almost, arousal prickling unforgivingly at you once again.

“ooh,” she muses under her breath, eyes laser focused on the thumb she’d placed between your lips, voice coming out in a whisper, “i like the sound of that.”

she’s smirking though, because sex between you two have never been anything completely serious— that’s just not how kate operates, “ace money martin’s got a ring to it, huh?”

“shut up.”

“make me.”

so, you do.

#kate martin x reader #kate martin smut #kate martin #writing asf #be gentle i lowk like this one…..

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raffe156 · 1 year

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Breakaway State part 4

Pairing - Price X Female OC “Tank”

Summary - Mckinley has serious control issues, Ghost needs to man up and shoot his shot, (only joking), Mckinley dibs top bunk, WWE Smackdown, also Dr O'Brian is the biggest Sh*t stir

A/N - Honestly, I love you lot! Thank you for your patience, life got a bit in the way of this one, but we are back on track somewhat!

As always, please comment and let me know what you think. It means the world to me when you do x

Warnings -17+ Angst. Language, Age gap Price (39) Tank (25), Violence, fighting, abuse, abuse of power, controlling behaviour, injury, Blood, mentions of death

Tags: @irnbru32 @shuttlelauncher81 @mildlyhopeless @mentallynot-here @deadbranch @soapyghost @fluffysmiko @bangirl134 @mortallyscrumptiousmilkshake @boomtowngirl @fanficandartgal @merakiaes @tapioca-marzipan @boniscute @chb-7 @adicthao @a-littlebirdie @mostannoyingbillioner @brewed-pangolin

If I've missed anyone, please let me know

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters - Only Tank, Luke, Dredd and Mckinley

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As you walked back to the base with Kyles arm thrown over your shoulder you couldn’t help feeling slightly deflated…you didn’t really expect Price to be standing waiting with open arms, did you? Maybe a little part of you did?

You could feel McKinley’s eyes burrowing holes into the back of your head. Willing you to turn around just once so he could cut you down with just a look, unnerve you with his presence, but you didn’t not for a second instead, you focused on Kyle's voice, filling you in on all that you had missed. It was a lot, apparently.

“The captains in his office…mountain of paperwork to get through…” Kyle glanced in the general direction of Price's office.

Good…you didn’t want him seeing you like this, hopefully, avoid him for a day or two.

“I think Tank can manage from here, fellas…Tank wanna come with me an we’ll get our stuff unpacked?” McKinley's voice echoed. He didn’t need your help at all he just wanted you on your own. Ghost turned to face him.

“I’ll grab Tank's stuff an bring it by later…Captain” the captain part was an afterthought.

McKinley shot him a smirk.

“She’s not part of the 141 anymore fella…she needs to carry her own bags…an when I tell her to come with me, she comes with me…me being her Captain an all” McKinley squared his shoulders, he wasn’t afraid of Ghost and that worried you, he knew he was untouchable but even if he wasn’t you knew for a fact he still wouldn’t be afraid…McKinley was a dangerous man.

“Captain” you didn’t look up, simply motioned to follow him, Kyle lifted his arm from you. The words coming from your mouth didn’t match. He didn’t like it.

“Thats better, come on let’s go see what this shit hole has to offer” McKinley walked away but he watched you from the corner of his eye to make sure you were following close behind, you were. Anything to keep the peace. You didn’t want Ghost or, worst Kyle getting entangled with his man…he would drag them down showing no mercy.

******

Price pushed the files to the edge of his desk he sighed, he had been in his office since last night he wasn’t lying about the mountain of paperwork he had to do, but he had dragged it out..it would have been done hours ago had he not been trying to avoid you…he didn’t really know why, he had planned on waiting for you with Kyle. He wanted to talk to you clear the air…ask when you had stolen his hat…ask when you were coming back…but he had decided against all of that and opted for being a coward shutting himself away in his office hiding behind paperwork…he was pathetic.

***********

“Captain…”

“Yeah?” McKinley turned to look at you his eyes somewhat softer, it unnerved you even more.

“How long did you say we would be stationed here?” You hated how pathetic you sounded.

“I didn’t…why? I thought you would love being back here? Seeing all your old squad mates, that old Lieutenant of yours needs taking down a peg or two..telling me what my sergeant will do ha I don’t think so…I don’t know what kind of team Price is running but it’s not how my lot talk to their superiors…” he laughed pushing the door open to the bunk room, the sight made you want to cry, tiny single cot beds stacked on top of each other, just enough room to climb on top. You wished you could stay in your old bunk room, it was a least a private room with a slightly wider cot bed, only a few doors down from Prices…You noticed McKinley throwing your bag onto the bottom bunk…then he threw his on the bunk above…what was he playing at? Surely you would be sharing a room with Dredd?

“Erm captain that’s your bag you’ve just thrown up there? I’ve got Dredds here” you lifted the bag. He looked at the bag then back up at you his face expressionless. He wasn’t serious?

“Dredd and the rest of the squad will be down the hall…your in here with me…where I can keep my eye on you” he took the bag from you throwing it out into the corridor with the rest. A chill ran up your spine, keep an eye on you? As he walked past McKinley gripped your arm leaning in he looked you dead in the eyes. His fingers digging into your flesh…definitely going to leave marks. When you didn’t meet his eyes he shook you hard.

“Listen to me Tank, this isn’t your team anymore your part of squad 8 now an I won’t have you going walkabout while I’m here…so you better make sure I know where you are at all times…do you hear me?” His grip tightened, causing you to wince. His face inches from yours.

“Do you hear me?”

“Yes…” you tried to pull away.

“Yes, what?” He shook you again.

“Yes, Captain!” You were almost whimpering your arm losing feeling.

“That’s better…” McKinley released his grip. You stepped back, putting as much space between you both. He grinned as he turned to sit on your bunk, he gave a few bounces on the bed it squeaked in protest. What was happening? You edged towards the door. Please let him dismiss you…you never had to be asked to be dismissed by Price…

“It’s ok, you can go see your little friends…Dismissed…” He leaned back on the bed. You didn’t hesitate you almost ran out the room. He called after you.

“Remember Tank your part of squad 8 now, act like it…”

**********

Ghost watched as the new arrivals made themselves comfortable in the common room, he recognised a few of them in passings. Dredd stuck out the most to him, you and her had been as thick as thieves back in your rookie days never one without the other.

“Sooo ever take that mask off?” Crest looked over at him the whole of squad 8 was intrigued by Ghost an he didn’t care for it. He looked the other Lieutenant up and down without answering.

“Don’t mind him, he’s not a big talker…an no he doesn’t take it off…ever..” Soap launched himself down onto the couch next to Crest, Kyle handing them both a beer.

“So how’s Tank really been?” Kyle sat on the seat facing Dredd she shifted, the question was a loaded gun.

“She’s good…still settling in but she’s good” she stood up taking the beer from Crest. He looked after her, Soap laughed standing up to get him another.

“Is she really? You with her when she ‘fell’?” Ghost leaned on the doorframe blocking her from leaving. Dredd smiled up at Ghost taking a sip of her beer. He was even bigger up close…

“Yeah I was…wasn’t looking where she was going that’s all took a nasty fall…I patched her up as best I could, but I’m no medic..I’m better at breaking people down not building them back up lieutenant..” she gave him a small smile as she turned back to her seat. She knew what she was doing was wrong and she was dying to tell them what had really happened, how McKinley had been relentless in the sparring session, how he had taken a shine to you which in this case wasn’t a good thing and you needed bringing back to the 141, but she knew it would just make things worse that and you had also sworn her to secrecy.

“If you say so..” Ghost glanced over at Kyle who knew exactly what he was thinking. They needed to talk to Price. An just like that there he was stood behind Ghost his eyes searching the crowded room for the only face he actually wanted to see, yours…

“Alright boss…” Kyle stood up offering Price his seat and a beer, he declined.

“No thanks son, how you guys settling in?” Price nodded towards the other squad. They all nodded back, Dredd watched him he wasn’t really interested in them he was looking for you.

“Yeh very accommodating your lot…” Dredd pointed her beer at Ghost.

“Tanks unpacking her stuff in her room…East bay…” She glanced up at him, Was it that obvious.

“Hmm? Oh right thanks…i was busy when you lot arrived…so didn’t get a chance to say hello..” Price looked at Kyle.

“Ohhh…Bet you’ve missed her eh?” Dredd smirked she knew from his face he had. She knew for a fact you had missed him even though you would never admit it.

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Price made his way to the east bay, he was excited and nervous a sudden thought popped into his head, would you even want to see him? The thought caused him to stop just outside your new room, even if you didn’t he needed to see your face know that you were doing alright. He knocked on the door, no answer, he knocked again, silence then a familiar voice answered.

“Come in” the voice was deep and accented…Scottish. Mckinley? Price pushed the door open his brow furrowed at the sight of the other Captain lay on the bed…where were you? Had he got the wrong room? Mckinley lazily sat up grinning up at Price.

“John… how's it goin?” He stood up, stretching his arms above his head.

“Good…sorry I must of got the wrong room…I’m looking for…” He was cut off by McKinley.

“Tank? No you have the right room…she’s just gone to the common room to see everyone.” McKinley reached for his bag and started to unpack. Price watched him, he could feel his blood pressure rising just from being in the same room.

“That's where I’ve just come from, must of just missed her…” Price turned for the door, he couldn't help feeling like something was a miss, wait did he say he was in the right room? Before he could comment, McKinley stopped unpacking, turning his focus towards Price.

“Honestly, I don’t know how you just let her go like that? Not only is she highly skilled, she’s easy on the eyes…can see why you selected her, but hey one man's trash is another man's treasure…I don’t know how any of you got any work done with her walking around!” Mckinley scoffed. Price tilted his head had he just said that?

“What did you just say, Bruce?” He could feel his temper flaring. Mckinley laughed. He knew he was getting to him.

“No, don’t get me wrong, she isn’t without her flaws, she’s soft, needy, daydreams she needs to focus. You obviously coddled her too much and I don’t blame you, if it was in my nature to be like that id have done the same but I believe in tough love, She clearly lacks certain disciplines…less yes, Daddy, more yes, Sir…but given time Im positive I can get her to her full potential…its going to be tough to break her…habits you’ve instilled a few bad ones in her. You’ve clearly never told her no…” He paused as the look on Price's face suggested cardiac arrest. Price could feel his heartbeat in his neck, this man was clearly insane…no sane person would talk like this…He gathered himself taking a deep breath in. Mckinley was lucky he was on base grounds or else Price would be caving his face in.

“Are you finished?” Price stroked his hand over his beard. Mckinley looked at him confused. Had he spoken out of turn? He nodded.

“Right…I’m going to leave now as I’m afraid what i might say next Bruce…but just know you wont be able to ‘Break’ Tank I’ve taught her well…” Price walked out of the room his fists clenched tight. He needed to find you, he needed you back with him back with the 141…where you belonged.

*******

Kyle was the first to spot you as you walked in to the common room, he patted the cushion next to him. You gave him a little smile. Ghost was perched on the arm of the couch he repositioned himself so you had more room.

“Well well, well, if it isn’t our little traitor!!” Soap roared a big grin plastered on his face, which quickly faded when you turned to laugh at him. You noticed his eyes scanning your face, the busted lip, the dark yellow bruise that reached round your eye and onto your cheeks bone. He almost looked sorry, his brows knitted together. He opened his mouth to speak but Ghost stopped him.

“Get her a beer Johnny…” He beckoned you over.

“I just need to speak to Dredd a minute, don’t let Soap drink that beer on me?” You rested your hand on his shoulder. He felt he warmth from your palm deep under his skin.shit. He nodded, but longed for your hand to rest there a little longer. Dredd jumped up following you into the little room just off to the side it was full of spare seating and an old Tv set.

“What’s up?” Dredd was almost whispering, you felt like a school girl telling her friend some gossip…oh how you wished that was the case.

“Well…Im not your bunk mate anymore…” You whispered back. Her eyes lit up.

“Am I shacked up with Ghosty? Please say yes…oh me Ghost and hand wash? I don’t usually dig Mohawks but they look like they come as a package deal which I’m ok with…” She looked hopeful, again you wished that was true

“No…your in with the rest of 8, I’m bunked up with Mckinley…” the words made you ill. Dredds face slowly changed as she registered your words. You lifted the sleeve of your T-shirt up showing her the red finger marks from his grip. Her mouth dropped open.

“Said its so he can keep an eye on me…doesn’t want me going walk about while I’m here…I don’t know what to do..I can’t tell the guys…” You rubbed your arm as if it would rub away the marks.

“You need to tell Pri…”

“No! He’s the last person I need to tell!” You sat down on one of the old chairs. You had no idea what you were going to do, who ever you got to try and help you would only be thwarted by Mckinley.

“I was afraid this would happen…I should have told you to take your request and shove it up your arse! Mckinley won't stop this till your his perfect little soldier…he’s warped Tank…he knows how devoted you were to Price and he wants that he wants your devotion and he will use it against you to benefit himself…” She leaned against the wall taking a long swig of her beer. So in other words you were fucked. Destined to be McKinley’s little toy soldier.

You could hear the guys out in the common room laughing, you could at least make the most of the time you had with everyone like this before you had to go back to being under the watchful eye of your new Captain. You patted Dredd on the shoulder, linking her arm to walk back round into the main room, but as you both turned the corner you noticed your seat was now occupied by a familiar face, a face that despite the pain it had caused, made you feel safe. Price was smiling at Soap but his body language was off, he looked tense.

“There she is!” Soap smiled at you, the look of sympathy still hadn't left his eyes. Price quickly glanced at you that eye-crinkling smile on his face as he stood up, but once he was up and his eyes landed on you properly the smile dropped, he almost tripped over Ghosts outstretched legs getting to you. Dredd slipped her arm from yours moving out of the way as Price bounded over. His hands hovered on either side of your face. His scent filled your lungs, cigars, kerosene and cedar. His dark blue eyes sad and full of questions you could only look into them for a second, before you had to look away.

The room was silent, even without knowing everything that had happened between you two, it was clear that this was a moment not to be interrupted.

“Tank…what? What happened?” He was whispering his words soft as his hands made contact with your face, the warmth from them soothing, his thumb gently sweeping over your cheekbone, it only made you wince slightly, it was still tender. You couldn't answer him, you didn’t know how to answer him. Him of all people wouldn’t believe you had fallen and damaged your face this bad…Ghost shifted, Price being so intimate with you riled him up and he knew why but he bit his tongue.

Price felt his heart drop, he knew what had happened you didn’t need to speak it was literally written on your face. The tough love and talk of breaking your habits was Mckinley to a T. His lip twitched. He was going to sort this out, this was too far. He slipped his hands to the back of your neck, tilting your head up gently he leant forward so you were eye level. He gave you that smile, but it didn’t meet his eyes. He straightened himself up, releasing your face. His whole body language had changed in an instant you could feel it and so could the entire room.

“Right.” And with that Price was out of the room before anyone could stop him. You shot Dredd a panicked look. It took the others a second to catch on.

“Shit!” Kyle jumped up at the same time as Ghost and Crest, all clambering for the door, Soap still didn’t have a clue what was going on, but followed anyway.

Kyle spotted Price he was already half way across the base, he had a feeling he knew where he was going…He glanced back at Ghost.

“Cap hang on a minute…” Kyle called after him, but Price kept walking.

“What’s going on?” Soap asked Crest as they caught up to Ghost and Kyle.

“Im not 100% sure, but I think Your Captain has just realised my Captain has given Tank a crack or two..either way it ain’t gonna be good…” Crest looked back at Soap, who looked enraged.

“He’s fucking what?” Soap spat he was fuming, but Price was on fire. Crest’s confirmation only fuelled him more.

“Price!..” But his words fell on deaf ears as Price had just spotted Mckinley.

Mckinley looked up a smirk on his face, he knew what was heading his way and he was ready.

Kyle and Soap had jogged ahead to stand in the way of Price, Kyle tried to stop him his fists gripping at his T-shirt attempting to pull him away, pleading with him to stop, but again it was no use Price was incensed. McKinley’s smirk only making him madder. With both Kyle and Soap now on him he was at a standstill, but still they struggled to keep him away, it was no use With two moves Kyle was on his arse and Soap thrown on top of him. Ghost hung back he was going to give Price one shot at Mckinley then he would step in.

“Ohh and here's me thinking your were the nicer one out of us two?” Mckinley watched as Kyle and Soap tried to jump back up.

“Ill show you fucking nice…” as he spat his words Price jabbed out at McKinley, but he missed leaving himself open to a stomach punch from Mckinley, it caused him to double over, it had knocked the wind out of him. Kyle and Soap stood in shock had he really missed? Even Ghost was debating stepping in and lamping Mckinley one now…but as Mckinley was distracted by his small victory he hadn’t noticed Price had righted himself and before he could move out the way Price's forehead made contact with his nose followed by a knee to the stomach, Mckinley crumbled to the ground. He went in for more but Ghost stepped in front of him, his hands on his chest pushing him back with all his strength, Price was pushing 40 but he was still stronger than any man half his age Ghost just about matched him.

“Right..that’ll do Captain…hes had enough…” Ghost didn’t even believe himself…he was dying to land one on the little shit, but knew there was a time and a place…but he had that coming to him.

“You ever lay a hand on her again…an ill make sure you regret it i swear to god…Ill have your fucking head Bruce…” Price was raging he was ready to bury Mckinley. Ghost tried to get Price’s focus on him, He looked Ghost in the eye but he couldn’t shake the image of you battered and bruised. If anything it fired him up for more.

“Captain enough…now you’ve had your go…but you can't go round knocking other Captains out…we'll get this sorted…” Ghost was still using all his strength to keep Price away from Mckinley. It wasn’t until Ghost noticed you to his left did he feel Price ease up. You defused him.

“Please John…Stop…just stop…” You glance down at Mckinley, he was grinning his teeth stained red. You couldn't even enjoy this moment because your knew now it would only get worse, he would ride you harder, hit you harder, grind you down faster, berate you quicker. If anything Price had only soothed his own ego…you felt no joy in seeing Mckinley bleed, because you knew he was going to make you bleed even more…

Price watched as you walked away, he felt deflated…the red mist clearing he realised what he had done was probably going to bite him on the arse…

********

“She’s back one day and she’s already caused a mass brawl…” Helen's shrill voice rang round the med bay. She looked Mckinley up and down. He wasn't at all how John had described him, she thought he was quite good-looking.

“Let’s take a look at you eh? And John did this? I don’t know, that man wants his head testing…all this over a silly little girl…” Helen snapped a pair of gloves, she tilted his face to check for any breakages. She could feel his eyes on her.

“You got something to say Captain?” She gripped her light to check his pupils.

“No…ahhh you don’t seem to like Tank very much? Why’s that?” Mckinley caught on that he must of hit a nerve when she didn’t answer him and instead sat back on her stool.

“Wanna know what my issue with Tank is? Really?”

“Yes…I’m her new captain now i need to know these things,” Mckinley laughed.

“Well, lucky you…for a start, she’s nothing but trouble so watch out for that, she could cause an argument in an empty room…and do you know what she’s a manipulator she uses her looks and ‘charm’ to get those poor lads to do whatever she says…oh and don’t even get me started on her and Johns relationship… he's old enough to be her dad! Give or take a few years…he had her round at his house a few months back…god knows what they got up to…all alone in that big house in the country, it's a lovely house really is…well they weren’t completely alone…Kyle was there as well but they definitely had some time, just the two of them…he picked her up yah know drove all the way to Manchester for her and back…I had to get the train down!” Mckinley interrupted her. “Did you say she was at his house? Do you think they slept together?”

“Well I don’t know for certain, she apparently dating his neighbour Luke lovely lad, big strong, handsome…I don’t know what he sees in her…can’t wait for him to find out what she really does…she’s better off with someone like that brute Riley…at least he seems interested in her”

“Wait, wait so Tank is dating Price's neighbour? But he doesn’t know what she really does as a job? And you're telling me Ghost also has feelings for Tank?” Mckinley was in awe he had struck gold with this one.

“Yes…and yeh Ghost definitely has a thing for her…which winds John up. I say let them have at it…but again Tank wouldn’t because she has this silly little crush on John, she probably thinks its love but its nothing more than a silly little infatuation! She needs to get a grip…and so does John; this thing between them would never work…hes kidding himself,” Helen finally stopped.

“Well, she’s not part of the 141 anymore is she, she’s part of my little family now…” Mckinley patted Helen on the thigh.

“Yeh your right…he was gutted though when he found out she had left…went right to the top…if she hadn’t though he never would of let her go…so she must of realised it was never going to work out between them…” Helen finished dressing the cut on McKinley’s nose.

“All sorted…take these painkillers 3 times a day, ill need to see you before you leave, also I could do with seeing Tank actually…routine physio check-in for her shoulder while she’s here…so send her to me first thing tomorrow morning.” Helen snapped the gloves off throwing them in the waste bin next to her feet.

“Will do Doc and thanks again for the info” As he got up to leave he winked causing Helen to blush. What was John talking about, this man wasn't a monster if anything the real monster had been at his side much longer.

***********

Your head was spinning, you sat on the edge of your bunk, you were dreading Mckinley coming back from the med bay, from what Kyle had told you Dr O‘Brian was still stationed at the base so she definitely would have something to say. To Mckinley…maybe well done for kicking your head in…you knew she would love a go given the chance, but you were certain you would, but the lanky bitch on her flat arse…you could feel your blood boiling at the thought of them together plotting how to make you suffer…

The door creaked open, you half expected Dredd even Kyle or Ghost, but no such luck. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up as Mckinley slinked into the room. All your senses were on alert…ready to take action just in case….

“Well what an afternoon that was…I think PRice really enjoyed that…fighting for your honour…” He shut the door behind him locking it. The click of the lock echoed in the small room. You stood up, moving towards the desk on the other side of the room. He followed.

“She a real talker that Doctor isn’t she? Dozens like you very much i can tell you that for nothing…or Ghost, but I don’t blame her on that one…she seems to think he has a thing for you? A little crush?” He moved closer. A little crush Ghost? What were they on about?

“Dr O’brian doesn’t know what she’s talking about…she deranged” as you looked away he closed the gap between you, his hand clutching your jaw. You stumbled back into the desk, your hands flying up to his wrist. His eyes were focused on you.

“Funny that, she had a lot to say about you and Price as well…little weekends away at his house? You and him all alone in the country…getting up to god knows what? Price the dirty dog…Oh an you didn’t tell me about Luke? We’ll have to nip that in the bud won't we? It would be for the best…civs and us never work out”

You struggled against him, but he pressed his body into yours pining you to the desk, you kicked out at him your other hand pushing at his chest, he pulled your face up to meet his.

“Don’t even think for a second that I’m going to let you rejoin the 141…your part of my squad now and the only way out is dismissal or death….”

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The Lady’s Man~Becky Lynch x fem! reader

Pairing: Becky Lynch x reader

Genre: Romance, fluff

Summary: After spending close time with Becky during your time as tag team duos, she starts to dress differently, something not only the fans pick up on but you along with Becky’s competition for the Smackdown Women’s championship too.

Writer’s Note: First and foremost, I’m sorry about not updating a certain fic yet (The Astrid, Crazy Rich Asians one. I’m still working on it!) or just writing a lot on here in general. Depression has its hooks sunk deep and work has been draining me more than usual but here I am. One of the things that has helped me lots is wrestling, haven’t watched it since I was a young teen and wow, it’s like interacting with an old friend again. One thing that I’ve also noticed is how much the women on the roster are hot and why I liked them so much. The gay awakening was real. Anyway, hope you enjoy my first wrestling fic!

Word Count: 1, 978

You were classy. If you were to partake in feuds or clap-backs, you kept it high-brow and let your skills in the ring do most of the talking. That was part of your character: Lady Y/N, here to bring back beauty and class to the WWE, an exhausting effort to get through with your in ring abilities instead of full on trash talking. That being said, you did have your moments where you popped off on the mic, especially when Damage Ctrl was involved.

You came face to face with Bayley, Dakota Kai and Iyo Sky tonight; the people of the crowd roaring and chanting, “My Lady” once your music hit and you came strutting toward the ring.

“Aw, here she comes!” Bayley yelled. She pointed off around the crowd and continued to mouth off“Shut up! We’re the top ladies here you heathens.”

“Bayley, all this crying isn’t gonna get you anywhere,” you said. You entered the ring, smiling at the audience, waved and aimed a few kisses at the people, swooning them in the process. “Didn’t Becky and I beat Iyo and Dakota last week and didn’t you lose your championship to Charlotte at the Rumble last week?”

Bayley nodded eagerly, smile plastered on her face.

“Yeah! Lady yeah! I did y/n! But who’s been a champion at all? Me! Not you! Some lady you are!” Bayley exclaimed while laughing and nodding to her Damage Ctrl sidekicks. “Maybe, if you’re nice to us tonight, I can bring you in the spotlight on my Ding Dong Hello show next week. Well, just you and not your man.”

You cocked up an eyebrow at the mention of “your man”, right when the WWE universe all “oooooed” all at once. It was some sort of joke you weren’t in on, yet you caught yourself with a sly grin and went back in on Bayley.

“My man? You making up delusions now, huh, Ms. Role-model?” you said.

Bayley scoffed then let out a snort while turning to Dakota and Iyo. The crowd seemed to react as well, chanting “The Man” over and over.

Oh. Becky, that was who Bayley was referring to. She called herself the man, didn’t mean she was your “man.” Right? And Bayley is totally wrong, the WWE Universe did have their bright moments but they didn’t dictate who did or didn’t belong to you. Especially Becky Lynch. She was your friend and tag team partner. Period. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Please, you might be able to fool these idiots!” Bayley yelled. She gestured to the audience before continuing. “But you can’t fool me and the heart eyes she gives you! Have you even seen her new merch?”

Now you knew Bayley made up insults and material on the fly but you really had no idea what she was talking about. Before you could wrap your head around it or throw your own comment back at her, Becky’s music hit, sending the arena along with Damage Ctrl into a frenzy.

“Aww, now look who you’ve spawned!” Bayley groaned. “How dare you idiots speak of The Man!”

The combination of the loud music, the crowd and Bayley’s irritating yells swirled into a cacophony of noise that left you frozen while you watched your fiery headed partner (tag of course) rush out, all smiles and cockiness under her black shades. It’s like what Bayley alluded too, her outfit and merch was different: instead of wearing her flashy, “Bex” shirt underneath her leather jacket, Becky sported a new shirt with blocky letters reading “The Lady’s Man.”

Your heart skipped a bit at the display; being around Becky was already complex, she just made it twenty times harder. She trotted down to you on your frozen spot in front of the ring, eyes obscured by her shades until she lifted them.

“You called?” Becky asked. She aimed her words at Bayley and the entire WWE Universe, but it felt as if she was just talking to you.

Becky stepped closer toward you, rearranged your hair a little before placing the shades on your head.

“This Ok?” she asked. “Don’t want to mess up your hair, but I just couldn’t resist.”

Her Irish accent always had an effect on you but how low it was when she whispered, with her gesture of the shades left you flabbergasted longer.

“Hey! Flirt on your own time!” Bayley said. She pointed at Becky, who chuckled. “This is between me and your Lady!”

“Woah, woah, woah! You know Y/N and I are a team, like you and your Ctrl clique,” Becky explained. She brought an arm around your shoulder, patting the spot in an attempt to bring you back from your stump. “The Man always defends her lady. Dare I say, she’s got a better chance at Charlotte for the Smackdown women’s championship than you!”

Becky’s words got your chest to flare; you nodded along however, smiling a bit too big as words of your own bubbled up from your throat.

“The Man’s got a valid point though, what do you say, Role-model?” you said.

Bayley guffawed.

“Sure! Yeah right, like she would--” Bayley said. She was cut off by the crowd chanting your name over and over, angering her yet again. “Shut up! You idiots don’t know anything! Y/N can’t even compete with Dakota or Iyo, let alone me!”

Becky cocked her head back, as if her fellow horsewoman’s words struck her face on. She turned toward you, mouthing a “can you believe this?” You just rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“Bayley, keep spouting this nonsense and maybe I’ll have to kick your ass again,” Becky said. She brought you closer, close enough to hook her arm around your waist. “Or! We could take care of Kai and Iyo and they can defend those tag titles for once! Jeez! Those things have been collecting dust!”

You found yourself smiling more as the heat built up your chest. Becky and you only teamed up due to being a great match against Fire and Desire, along with other amazing women in the division but to suggest you both challenge Damage Ctrl? It was a commitment to what you two could do together, although, it wasn’t as grand as Becky proclaiming herself “your man”, was it the direction Triple H wanted or was it something more?

“No way!” Bayley growled. “I mean, they’re the greatest bunch of the womens division they don’t need to prove a thing!”

Iyo Sky and Dakota nodded, a little too swiftly with conflicting emotions pouring through; you picked up on them immediately.

“You sure Bayley? They seem scared. Let’s ask them, folks! Iyo? Dakota? Are you afraid to take on Becks and I? Maybe to even put the titles on the line too?”

The WWE Universe erupted in another fit of chants: you made it out to be them calling Damage Ctrl cowards over and over again. Becky chuckled and pulled you close while Iyo and Dakota went over what was going on with Bayley off mic. It looked as if Iyo and Dakota were trying to talk their leader out of it, you felt quite terrible for them and how the crowd began to drown them out with the noise.

“All right! Quiet you idiots!” Bayley shouted. She gestured for the WWE universe to calm down more, leaving mummers among the crowd and stands. “They’ll accept the challenge, next week!”

You didn’t expect them to accept so quick, believing them to think it over throughout the week or maybe go back and forth with Becky on Twitter(usually ending up with you mediating).

“Yes!” Becky cheered. “We got this, lass.”

You could only nod, lost in the feeling of opportunity: white noise of the crowd and a tingling feeling that warped down your chest toward your belly. A title shot for the first time in your career, with Becky. Becky freaking Lynch.

The thought kept up its constant ringing in your head, even after you escaped the effervescent noise the WWE universe were known to cause. You managed to reach your personal locker room before a hand grabbed your wrist--the action forced you to tense up, thinking it was Bayley or Damage Ctrl.

“Whoa, lass, you all right?” Becky said. Concern clean on her face. “Is it OK if we talk?”

You nodded. Becky shut the door behind you, then proceeded to pace the space, back and forth like a blur of orange flame that flicked from one end of a candle to the next.

“It wasn’t your idea, was it?” you said, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

Becky froze, attention immediately on you.

“What?”

You let out a humorless laugh and motioned to her new T-shirt.

“The Lady’s Man? It was just a new way of introducing our tag team? Making it official, yeah? Or is it a new storyline that I’m not caught up with yet?” you asked. You pressed your fingers together and fidgeting them while continuing. “I-I just want to understand what all that was.”

“Lass--”

“Rebecca, please be honest with me,” you said. The emotion in your voice was sharp and firm.

Becky rushed over to you, taking your face in your hands.

“Breathe, y/n, I’ll explain, let me just sit you down, OK?” she said.

She led you to the folded chair you had set up by your cubby, helping you sit prior to her kneeling in front of you.

“It was my idea, and yeah Triple H and the people wanted to market it, thought it’d be a great thing to lead up to something amazing to do with the Tag titles,” Becky explained. She took your hand as she spoke, rubbing the knuckles and the underside of a few veins. “But under all of the bravado and what The Man means to me, there’s some truth to it. I really want to try and be your lady too. I-I like you, Y/N, I really do.”

The way Becky looked up at you almost made the emotions break from you, tears flooded your eyes, some spilling over to your dismay.

“Y/N, no, hun, don’t cry I--”

You cut Becky off with a kiss, meeting her halfway as your arms wrapped around her neck. Becky returned the kiss instantly, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you flush against her. A mini makeout session just about occurred. You pulled back (a little self conscious that you both were still in the arena aka work) but Becky lifted your chin up tenderly, planting a short yet passionate kiss to your lips once again.

“I love that desire, lass,” Becky whispered. “Does this mean we’re to be more than tag team champions in the future?”

You nodded. “That and we’ll have a lot more moments outside of Wrestlemania.”

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