shes on the fringe 3 wc 1580
Jul. 14th, 2016 08:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
merenwenDean knows she has to say something because she's effectively pinned in by the two men watching her. Nervously. She doesn't like being the cause of those nerves. "How long? You've been fucking around for a couple of years but what about...this." Me.
Seth shrugs and pulls the glass of wine towards himself like a barrier between them. "Pretty much since then but...guess I, we, kinda feared what happened anyway. We didn't want you thinking you were a piece of ass. You worked so hard to be allowed to do your thing with us and..."
"We didn't want to ruin it for you." Roman states quietly. "You're gonna hate us for saying it and you can hit me later but let me talk?"
He quirks an eyebrow at her and gives her a shy smile. The sort that is fuckin hard to argue with so she nods but folds her arms across her front to show she's irritated. That only puts more emphasis on her tits so she thumps her fists down on the table instead. "Right then. We...I mean we sort of talked about it a few times but it was kind of a pipe dream. WE hoped you'd get more settled then if something did happen and it jeopardised the team or someone found out or some shit then you'd be in a more stable position to maintain your place on the card."
And while she doesn't hate them in that instant she does feel a flash of utter fury. Then a sick twist of something in her gut. Then acceptance on some sort of level. "You know gender doesn't matter to me Dean. I like you for you. All of you. It was and is lovely to see you dressed this way but I'd want you taped up, pinned down and in a hoody three sizes too big. We didn't mean to be so...so..."
"Manly." Seth grunts from the side with a shrug at Roman. "As good a word as any. I feel the same. You're unpredictable and keep me on my toes. You inspired me to do better at FCW. Standing with you between us in those nasty ass vests was like standing on the top of the world. We were defying everyone and everything and I loved it. Didn't want to fuck it up by thinking with the wrong dick."
Fuck, it has happened so backwards. She knows really that they mean what they say. They have both caught glimpses of her half naked before and know she is hardly pristine porcelain under her clothes. No, she is scars from childhood and wrestling rings and bar fights she didn't start but sure as fuck finished. They have always stood side by side with her as Seth said. Gingerly she picks up the whiskey and throws it back all at once and takes the sting of the moment to stop her brain and just think.
They don't fight as the SHIELD anymore so she can't screw that up. Creative have not sent her packing back to NXT, over to the women's division or down the card so she clearly hasn't screwed that up. Anyone who still harboured any confusion over her gender is now in the know so that can't screw it up. Really it is just about if she wants it.
Many will question whether Dean is a female at all and is where there will be confusion because too many people confuse female with feminine. Sure if Renee, Nikki and Sasha want to attack her with makeup over wine and fatty foods one night in a hotel room she probably won't fight them off but she isn't about to go out of her way to do her face every morning and she won't be searching out Hugh Grant movies any time soon. She's rather watch a game with Roman and listen to him talk tactics in a way that only he can.
Seth is the one who harps on about eating well and getting enough sleep and they have feuded epically. At no point has he let their on-screen separation impact their off-screen friendship. He always seems to appear with a coffee and painkillers when she's considering a self inflicted hysterectomy in the backseat of their rental. Roman carries bags and Dean makes sure they don't fuck up their tax forms. Seth makes sure they don't end up in the middle of the country. Lost. Again.
Really, they have everything in their relationship but the affection and the fucking and Dean has never been one to take too long to think things through. "Dinner. I want some. Get your asses on Yelp while we finish the wine and find somewhere and let's try this date thing."
"What now?" Seth splutters, sounding terrified but Dean only nods, her bangs falling down over her face as she worries her lower lip. She can't lose her fucking nerve.
"Yes. Now. I know you like planning but I ain't a hard girl to please so hop on it."
Roman's hand crosses under the table and squeezes her knee gently. "You should get pleased though. People should wanna do that."
And Dean is not thinking about how much better that tone he can find in his voice sounds when directed at her. Nope.
*
She takes pity, just a little, on the men and asks Seth to let her out to the bathroom so they can plot or whatever. It is a test really. If they drag her off to some late night hotel that does five course meals where the main is a cube of meat and one potato then they can get to fuck. It would be nice to be offered more than a burger though. Maybe a nice burger? She doesn't know what she's doing and suddenly wishes she had changed before fleeing the arena. She could change now, she supposes, but that would give an inkling she feels afraid or threatened or some shit. Nah.
Then she realises that worrying about those things shows that anyway and gets more irritated. Other women in the restroom touch up their make up in the mirror and it draws Dean's attention to her own face. The gloss is faded from her lips but the rest is still perfect due to the skill of the WWE make up team. She hadn't let them put her on their twitter or instagram or whatever the fuck they have but she might go say thanks or something. Privately.
Not that she cares if the makeup has faded but she'd rather not look like a panda. Running liner and smudged eye shadow brings back bad memories she doesn't want to deal with. Teeth chattering. Bruises that can't be hidden. Thin wrists and being roared at as she shoved her drawers between herself and the outside world.
"Want a touch up?" Someone asks from her left. Dean startles and turns to see a young woman offering her a red lipstick.
"Nah I'm good. Thanks." Man. It almost falls on the end and she thinks she really doesn't interact with women does she?
"You look buff! You must work out like a boss!" The woman carries on with a smile, clearly not picking up how fucking uncomfortable Dean is because what.
"Crossfit bullshit."
"Oh like Seth Rollins? Crossfit Jesus. Urgh damn I'd tap-"
And if she's rude Dean for leaving right then and there she gives zero fucks because she is not getting herself caught in a bar with Seth and a weird groupie in her dress. Surely the woman will put it together soon enough and nah.
As she stammers and hauls her ex-teammates out of their seats she thinks she may have been harsh on the woman but still. There is something nervous bubbling under her skin at the idea that someone will start taking pictures of her outside in the real world with a dress.
"I wasn't finished my drink." Seth snaps as soon as they hit the sidewalk.
"You didn't even pay for it asshat." Dean retorts as Roman chuckles. "Just tell me you're going to feed me."
"Sure are. We uh found a burger joint a block away that uses fresh ground meat and you can choose spices or whatever and they cook it in front of you." He says it confidently but he doesn't look it. Dean relishes the attention just a little. Damn they got it right.
"Lead on then, Thor."
"Stop calling me that." Roman says but it is joking and so Dean feels fine about shoving her hands through both Seth and Roman's to create a chain.
"Hey I never started it! But I have seen those Samoan Thor signs in the stands and they amuse me so fuckin deal with it."
"I'm just glad this place is gonna be healthy and we can really see what goes into our meals and stuff. It makes a nice-"
"Shut up dude." Roman snaps. "Leave Crossfit Jesus home for a second yeah?"
Dean's heart stops for a split second but then she's chuckling and demanding Seth hand over his hoodie.
"You have your own in your bag!"
"But I want yours."
"Cool but you ain't getting it, dickhead."
And that has Dean cackling. Seth is his usual self and shoves her up and down the sidewalk like she is in her usual jeans and heavy boots. This might just work. As long as they get through dinner ok.
Seth shrugs and pulls the glass of wine towards himself like a barrier between them. "Pretty much since then but...guess I, we, kinda feared what happened anyway. We didn't want you thinking you were a piece of ass. You worked so hard to be allowed to do your thing with us and..."
"We didn't want to ruin it for you." Roman states quietly. "You're gonna hate us for saying it and you can hit me later but let me talk?"
He quirks an eyebrow at her and gives her a shy smile. The sort that is fuckin hard to argue with so she nods but folds her arms across her front to show she's irritated. That only puts more emphasis on her tits so she thumps her fists down on the table instead. "Right then. We...I mean we sort of talked about it a few times but it was kind of a pipe dream. WE hoped you'd get more settled then if something did happen and it jeopardised the team or someone found out or some shit then you'd be in a more stable position to maintain your place on the card."
And while she doesn't hate them in that instant she does feel a flash of utter fury. Then a sick twist of something in her gut. Then acceptance on some sort of level. "You know gender doesn't matter to me Dean. I like you for you. All of you. It was and is lovely to see you dressed this way but I'd want you taped up, pinned down and in a hoody three sizes too big. We didn't mean to be so...so..."
"Manly." Seth grunts from the side with a shrug at Roman. "As good a word as any. I feel the same. You're unpredictable and keep me on my toes. You inspired me to do better at FCW. Standing with you between us in those nasty ass vests was like standing on the top of the world. We were defying everyone and everything and I loved it. Didn't want to fuck it up by thinking with the wrong dick."
Fuck, it has happened so backwards. She knows really that they mean what they say. They have both caught glimpses of her half naked before and know she is hardly pristine porcelain under her clothes. No, she is scars from childhood and wrestling rings and bar fights she didn't start but sure as fuck finished. They have always stood side by side with her as Seth said. Gingerly she picks up the whiskey and throws it back all at once and takes the sting of the moment to stop her brain and just think.
They don't fight as the SHIELD anymore so she can't screw that up. Creative have not sent her packing back to NXT, over to the women's division or down the card so she clearly hasn't screwed that up. Anyone who still harboured any confusion over her gender is now in the know so that can't screw it up. Really it is just about if she wants it.
Many will question whether Dean is a female at all and is where there will be confusion because too many people confuse female with feminine. Sure if Renee, Nikki and Sasha want to attack her with makeup over wine and fatty foods one night in a hotel room she probably won't fight them off but she isn't about to go out of her way to do her face every morning and she won't be searching out Hugh Grant movies any time soon. She's rather watch a game with Roman and listen to him talk tactics in a way that only he can.
Seth is the one who harps on about eating well and getting enough sleep and they have feuded epically. At no point has he let their on-screen separation impact their off-screen friendship. He always seems to appear with a coffee and painkillers when she's considering a self inflicted hysterectomy in the backseat of their rental. Roman carries bags and Dean makes sure they don't fuck up their tax forms. Seth makes sure they don't end up in the middle of the country. Lost. Again.
Really, they have everything in their relationship but the affection and the fucking and Dean has never been one to take too long to think things through. "Dinner. I want some. Get your asses on Yelp while we finish the wine and find somewhere and let's try this date thing."
"What now?" Seth splutters, sounding terrified but Dean only nods, her bangs falling down over her face as she worries her lower lip. She can't lose her fucking nerve.
"Yes. Now. I know you like planning but I ain't a hard girl to please so hop on it."
Roman's hand crosses under the table and squeezes her knee gently. "You should get pleased though. People should wanna do that."
And Dean is not thinking about how much better that tone he can find in his voice sounds when directed at her. Nope.
*
She takes pity, just a little, on the men and asks Seth to let her out to the bathroom so they can plot or whatever. It is a test really. If they drag her off to some late night hotel that does five course meals where the main is a cube of meat and one potato then they can get to fuck. It would be nice to be offered more than a burger though. Maybe a nice burger? She doesn't know what she's doing and suddenly wishes she had changed before fleeing the arena. She could change now, she supposes, but that would give an inkling she feels afraid or threatened or some shit. Nah.
Then she realises that worrying about those things shows that anyway and gets more irritated. Other women in the restroom touch up their make up in the mirror and it draws Dean's attention to her own face. The gloss is faded from her lips but the rest is still perfect due to the skill of the WWE make up team. She hadn't let them put her on their twitter or instagram or whatever the fuck they have but she might go say thanks or something. Privately.
Not that she cares if the makeup has faded but she'd rather not look like a panda. Running liner and smudged eye shadow brings back bad memories she doesn't want to deal with. Teeth chattering. Bruises that can't be hidden. Thin wrists and being roared at as she shoved her drawers between herself and the outside world.
"Want a touch up?" Someone asks from her left. Dean startles and turns to see a young woman offering her a red lipstick.
"Nah I'm good. Thanks." Man. It almost falls on the end and she thinks she really doesn't interact with women does she?
"You look buff! You must work out like a boss!" The woman carries on with a smile, clearly not picking up how fucking uncomfortable Dean is because what.
"Crossfit bullshit."
"Oh like Seth Rollins? Crossfit Jesus. Urgh damn I'd tap-"
And if she's rude Dean for leaving right then and there she gives zero fucks because she is not getting herself caught in a bar with Seth and a weird groupie in her dress. Surely the woman will put it together soon enough and nah.
As she stammers and hauls her ex-teammates out of their seats she thinks she may have been harsh on the woman but still. There is something nervous bubbling under her skin at the idea that someone will start taking pictures of her outside in the real world with a dress.
"I wasn't finished my drink." Seth snaps as soon as they hit the sidewalk.
"You didn't even pay for it asshat." Dean retorts as Roman chuckles. "Just tell me you're going to feed me."
"Sure are. We uh found a burger joint a block away that uses fresh ground meat and you can choose spices or whatever and they cook it in front of you." He says it confidently but he doesn't look it. Dean relishes the attention just a little. Damn they got it right.
"Lead on then, Thor."
"Stop calling me that." Roman says but it is joking and so Dean feels fine about shoving her hands through both Seth and Roman's to create a chain.
"Hey I never started it! But I have seen those Samoan Thor signs in the stands and they amuse me so fuckin deal with it."
"I'm just glad this place is gonna be healthy and we can really see what goes into our meals and stuff. It makes a nice-"
"Shut up dude." Roman snaps. "Leave Crossfit Jesus home for a second yeah?"
Dean's heart stops for a split second but then she's chuckling and demanding Seth hand over his hoodie.
"You have your own in your bag!"
"But I want yours."
"Cool but you ain't getting it, dickhead."
And that has Dean cackling. Seth is his usual self and shoves her up and down the sidewalk like she is in her usual jeans and heavy boots. This might just work. As long as they get through dinner ok.
