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From The Ground Up - Part 3

My Blurb: Welcome to part 3! This chapter features a special guest from a previous story! Mostly cause I missed her. My taglist is always open. Remember REBLOGS are gold!

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Summary: Drew’s been in the wrestling business a long time and seen his fair share of Alpha & Omega drama. He’s certain when he finds his Omega this won’t be a problem, until the scent of cherries and orchids fill his senses and Cassidy Riley strolls into his life and he realizes a real relationship has to be built from the ground up.

Pairing: Alpha Drew McIntyre x Omega OFC Cassidy Riley

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Drew being soft.

Status: In Progress

Tagging: @pioched | @ashes-writing | @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore | @thebookwormcat

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I stood from my spot on the crate, double checking my watch and stretching. I had been…waiting…in one of the quiet hallways, I only had a couple interviews tonight. I sighed, it was the last show in England, Raw after Money in the Bank. I knew Drew was here in the arena, his scent was in the air and the pain in my head was back down to a dull throb. Combined with the headache from the little sleep I got last night, I was a mess. The more I thought about how Drew had acted, the angrier I got, and the more I tossed and turned. A tug on my dress had me turning and looking down to see a blue eyed little boy looking up at me, his hand grabbing the glittery sequins of my dress.

“Hi little guy. Where did you come from?” He smiled, stretching his little hands towards me. I picked him up, settling him on my hip as I glanced around to see if his parents were nearby. “Where is your mom or dad?”

“Dada fight!” he exclaimed and I laughed. Well that narrowed it down a little bit.

“Dimitri! There you are! Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!” a brunette appeared from around the corner pushing a stroller with another toddler in it. She quickly grabbed the boy from my arms, apologizing the whole time she strapped him into the stroller beside his brother.

“It’s ok, no harm done. I love kids!” I smiled, waving at the other boy. “I’m Cassidy Riley.” I extended my hand in greeting.

“Kiya Aichner-Barthel, nice to meet you.” she smiled, nodding her head towards the toddlers. “This is Dimitri & Luka. They’re excited to see their dads match tonight.”

“Oh! You must be Giovanni & Ludwig’s mate!” I had heard that they had a shared mate and a set of twin boys.

“Ugh, I hate their new names. Like Vince wanted to make sure everyone knew their nationality by using the most stereotypical ones they could find.” she shuddered. “So why are you hiding out back here? This is usually the kind of place I occupy the boys while Fabian and Marcel are busy.”

I blushed, not sure how much to divulge. Drew was starting a feud with the leader of her pack. I didn’t want to cause problems. “I’m just having some issues with my mate.” I hedged with a small smile.

“Alphas right? Hang on.” She grinned before handing each of the boys an applesauce pouch out of her bag and syncing her phone up to the show broadcast that was going on around us. Then she hopped up on the box I had vacated and patted the spot beside her. “I have two, and am therefore a plethora of knowledge. When did you meet?.”

Smiling, I sat beside her. “Yesterday, it didn’t go well. I haven’t seen him today but I know he’s here.”

“Why didn’t it go well? I mean I literally dropped everything and ran away when I met Fabian and Marcel, they had to catch me in my office to talk to me." She laughed, handing me an applesauce pouch and opening one for herself.

I accepted it gratefully, I had barely eaten today which wasn’t helping the tiredness or the headache. Looking at my watch again I sat down next to Kiya and told her everything that had happened between me and Drew so far. She nodded along and asked a couple questions but then seemed to be contemplating.

“Can I offer you some advice that helped me?” I nodded and she continued. “When I first found Fabian & Marcel I was terrified. I only knew them from their in ring personas and I had just gotten out of a terrible relationship. But then my friend told me: ’the universe just put two people, made just for you, right in front of your face’. So I gave them a chance and it was true. They are everything I could have ever wanted in mates. They provide for our family, they are attentive fathers and doting partners.” She shrugged, looking down at the boys playing in the stroller and babbling at the screen. “If Drew is your mate then somewhere inside him is the alpha you need. I’m not saying give into the caveman act, there’s a difference between protecting and controlling, but give him a chance to prove he can be more.”

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I grit my teeth at Riddle’s babble during our interview with Saxton. I wasn’t thrilled about teaming with him but if it helped pave the way to the Intercontinental title then so be it. After the interview I pulled Byron aside. “Where is Cassidy?” I knew she was in the building but I hadn’t spotted her all night and had been too busy to track her down until now.

“Hiding from you I assume,” I raised my eyebrow at his tone but he stood his ground. This wasn’t the first sign of loyalty that had been shown to my mate tonight. Kayla had chewed me a new one and berated me about having to spend half the night listening to Cassidy toss and turn in the room next to hers. That encounter had at least told me which hotel she was in, allowing me to adjust my reservation accordingly.

Fighting for calm, I held my hands out in a pleading manner. “I just want to talk to her, apologize for my behavior.”

He contemplates me for a few seconds before pulling out his schedule for the night. “She’s due to interview Becky near catering in five minutes.” I thanked him and turned to head that way but he grabbed my arm. “Cassidy’s a great person, don’t screw this up.” I nodded before taking off.

The interview had started when I arrived so I stood off to the side out of her line of sight and took her in, something I hadn’t had time to do yesterday. She stood taller than Becky, with similar copper waves that flowed to her chest. She was wearing a gold sequin covered dress that showed off her legs. Mine. My dick twitched at the thought of them wrapped around my waist but I took a deep breath to steady myself. She wasn’t going to hop into bed with me right away, she had made that clear. I had a plan though, I just had to get her to talk to me first.

Becky’s interview was cut short when Zoey attacked her from behind. Cassidy quickly stepped off camera, putting her closer to me and I headed towards her, uncomfortable with how close she was to a fight. She felt my presence as I approached and stiffened, turning slowly to face me.

“Hey,” her voice was almost a whisper and she looked around like she was searching for an escape.

My chest constricted at her reaction. I didn’t want my Omega to be afraid in my presence. “Can we talk?” I forced my expression to be calm and my voice soft.

She looked at me then, clearly startled by the change from yesterday. “I have one more interview in 10 minutes, then Raw Talk.”

I nodded, pulling a slip of paper from my pocket. I had expected this and wasn’t going to be deterred. “I’m in the same hotel, text me when you get done?” Her hand trembled as she reached for it, gasping softly when our hands made contact.

One of the backstage directors found her then, informing her the match was shortened and she was needed at the gorilla. I scowled at him but she smiled and said she would be there shortly. “I’ll text you.” Her voice had gone soft again and I groaned as her scent surrounded me when she walked around me.

Two hours later I was pacing my hotel room relentlessly. I had secured the room across from hers and the pain lessening had told me she returned an hour ago but I hadn’t heard from her yet.

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I toyed with the slip of paper as I sat on my bed. My other hand held my phone where I had already copied Drew’s number written in his bold scrawling writing to my phone but I hadn’t messaged him yet. I knew he was close, he must have switched hotels because the pain was considerably less than it had been last night. Keeping Kiya’s words in mind, I opened a blank chat, staring at the cursor blinking on the screen. How do I start this conversation? Oh hey, it’s me, your mate. Sure, let's give this thing a try. Sure, you’re gorgeous but you’re kind of an asshole and I'm not sure how this is going to work. Ugh! I pressed my head back into the pillow, staring at the ceiling, my phone flopping to my stomach.

With the exception of one boyfriend that lasted for a year, I had waited for my Alpha. My true mate. Why was I hesitating now? I didn’t want to be alone anymore. By any standard Drew was the perfect Alpha. He was big and strong, more than capable of protecting and caring for his Omega’s needs. Speaking of, he was also hot as hell. His entrance gear and deep accent made him seem like he had just waltzed off the cover of a historical romance novel. That thought alone had me wiggling and clamping my thighs together.

The attraction was there for him as well, I had seen it in his eyes after my interview with Becky. The memory of the way he looked at me with undisguised want had me grabbing my phone. I had to at least give this a shot.

“Hey…it’s Cassidy.”

I took a deep breath and watched the three bubbles pop up on the screen immediately after my message was sent. Ok, so he was waiting by the phone. I jumped when a knock sounded on my door. Leaving my phone on the bed, I walked to the door and looked through the peephole and smiled.

“Hi,” I breathed, momentarily stunned by Drew’s presence in front of me. He had showered and changed like I had, the black shirt and leather jacket accentuating his broad chest. The dark jeans and boots completing the outfit has me suppressing a bolt of desire. Stupid mate hormones.

“I hope this is ok, I wanted to talk to you in person.” His voice pulled me out of my perusal of his body and I blushed at the look in his eye. “Can I come in?”

I glanced back at my room, it wasn’t a mess, but allowing him into my personal space right now didn’t seem like a good idea. That coffee and pine smell were playing havoc on my senses. He must have caught the indecision on my face, quickly producing an alternative. “We can go for a walk by the water if you’d rather. I know a little ice cream place we could stop at.”

“That would be nice, let me grab my shoes.” I agreed, relieved at the safer option. “Ice cream is the way to an Omega’s heart.” I told him as I slid on my sneakers, reveling in the laugh that lit up his face.

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I chuckled at the way Cassidy’s eyes lit up when I handed her the waffle cone filled with rocky road ice cream. She hadn’t hesitated in ordering it even when faced with the mountain of options at the shop. Mental note, her favorite ice cream is rocky road. I was determined to show her I could be better than what she saw last night, though the heated way she had let her eyes drift over me when she opened her door told me that biology was working in my favor.

“So, um…what did you want to talk about?” She broke the silence as we left the shop and headed towards the waterfront. Her eyes were on the stores around us but I could almost feel her apprehension.

“I wanted to apologize for last night. I was hyped up for my return and finding you gone, I got a case of Alpha brain.” Her snort of derision spurned me on. “It’s no excuse, you were injured and I blamed you for it. But I will be a better mate than that. I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.” I watched her expression as I spoke, heartened to see a small smile appear.

She turned to face me, “I accept and appreciate the apology. It was a very…overwhelming event for me as well.” She stopped to gaze out over the water before continuing. “I have wanted this for a long time also but I was serious last night about not jumping immediately into bed with you. Mate or not.” She met my eyes hesitantly, a shiver running through her.

“I understand and I have come up with a plan for that.” She tilted her head curiously at my statement. “When is your next heat due?”

She balked, eyes glaring. “That’s kind of personal.” She shivered again when the wind picked up.

I grinned, “At the risk of sounding like a caveman again; I'm your mate, I need to know these things.”

She huffed, pulling her phone out of her pocket and opening an app, “Roughly three weeks from now.”

“Perfect,” I gently led her to a nearby bench, pulling off my jacket and draping it around her. “That gives me three weeks to woo you.” She snorted and I smiled before growing serious. “The pain is going to be too much if we are apart, I know you didn’t sleep well last night.” I gently used her chin to turn her face back to me when she turned away. “I didn’t fare much better.”

“What are you suggesting?” She eyed me warily but snuggled further into my jacket.

“We travel together, share a room.” I shrugged.

“Drew!” she jolted back like i’d shocked her.

“We don’t have to share a bed, unless you want to.” I shrugged when she glared at me. “Thought I’d check.”

She toyed with the sleeve of my jacket, looking uncertain. “I don’t know…we could have separate beds?” she bit her lip. “And no sex.”

“Scouts honor.” I held my right hand up. “No sex…unless you ask for it.” I added.

She rolled her eyes and sighed. I held my breath while she contemplated my plan. “Ok, when do we start?”

I pulled her into a hug causing her to squeak and laugh. “We need to make sure we are on the same flight tomorrow and then we look at the schedule for the next three weeks.”

She nodded but didn’t make an attempt to pull out of my arms. “What about tonight? There’s only one bed in my room.”

“I’m right across the hall if you need me. I switched hotels when I found out where you were staying.” I replied, unable to resist pressing my nose to her hair and reveling in the orchid and cherry scent.

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domesticblisss · 3 years

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Lotta Love

Marcel Barthel x Female OFC Flower Shop AU! Requested Prompts: "Hi! Could you please write something where all of Marcel's usual flirting tactics aren't working at all on his crush and he has no clue what else to try? Thanks in advance! :)" Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 1753 Warnings: Super fluffy. Marcel being a dumdum and not communicating properly. A/N: This was poorly proof read, sorry in advance for any mistakes. Tbh I don't know how I feel about this one, but I hope you guys like it. 💓

Marcel is the last person one would imagine seeing working in a flower shop. Tall, blonde and muscular, perfectly built to be a personal trainer, actually doubled as a cashier and arrangement maker in Walter's shop.

As the days got busier and business bloomed, Walter hired Natalie to help him around.

Marcel was gone as soon as the bell dinged and she sat foot in the store accompanied by his austrian friend that first monday morning. Red, curly hair so big he was sure it was full of secrets, freckle kissed olive skin, and the most beautiful set of honey coloured eyes he had ever seen.

He knew right away why Walter hired her. Bubbly and talkative, Natalie’s personality enchanted everybody. The elderly customers spent hours on deep conversations with her, men and women flirted with her and the children that accompanied their parents loved the candies she kept under the counter for them.

Marcel couldn’t complain, his job got easier as he could focus solely on the arrangements, the customers were even happier and the tips got bigger. A win/win situation.

On her second day, Marcel found Natalie sniffing in the break room, followed by a string of curses leaving the woman’s lips. Gently touching her arm, he asked her what happened.

“Nothing happened,” she chuckled at his worried face. “I’m allergic to flowers, so you know…”

“You’re allergic to flowers and you got yourself a job in a flower shop?” Marcel’s incredulous tone of voice made her break out in laughter.

“I know, I know… but I love flowers, and honestly? I would rather have my allergies flare up every damned day than to stay at my old job.”

“What did you do before?”

“A boring corporate job that paid me good money but took away all my will to leave.” Marcel couldn’t imagine her without the glow Natalie always had in her eyes or the smile that was so easy to get from her.

“Got it. Are the allergies bad enough for me to be worried?”

“Nope! Nothing a couple of pills can’t solve. I should get back to the counter.” she stopped on her way out and kissed his cheek “Thank you for worrying about me.”

His cheeks heated up and instantly got tinged red. Speechless, all he did was nod.

That same day, on his break, he ran to the drugstore and got an extra bottle of her allergy meds to keep on the store’s first aid kit.

It was safe to say he was in love. He always tried to make her laugh, learned everything about the bands she liked so much, to the point of making a playlist to play in the shop.

Fabian, the barista that worked in the café next door, and Marcel’s best friend, was the one to hear his cries.

It was his day off and Marcel sat on the counter as his italian friend prepared what he deemed an overly sweet “insult to coffee” order to the group of teenagers that went to the shop daily.

“I don’t know what to do, dude.” Marcel cried, the hands that held his head muffling his voice.

“Well– EMILY!” Fabian called and the giggly teenager that always ordered her caramel frappuccino with double everything came running.

“Thank you, Fabian!”

“No problem, sweetheart. See you tomorrow.” he smiled at her, and as soon as she left, his stoned expression took over as he turned to Marcel “Well, tell her the truth, tell her you like her.”

“I can’t do it.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know, dude. I just can’t.”

Fabian sighed, “Then show her.”

And Marcel did. In his own way.

Every day he would put a different flower on the sleek glass vase she kept by the computer, hoping she would notice what each flower meant. First, a white camellia, you’re adorable, then an assortment of stocks, you’re beautiful to me (which he regretted 10 minutes into their shift, its strong scent flaring her allergies in no time. A quick “I’m sorry”, a glass of water and her pills later, he changed it to a single peony, the most beautiful). Every single day Marcel would set a different flower waiting for her to pick up what he was trying to say and nothing. Red chrysanthemums were his last shot, a plain and simple, straight up I love you. Still nothing.

He spent that night stuffing his ass with pepperoni pizza and having a pity party on Fabian’s couch, who was quick to tell him, once again, to be forward with her.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“What if she says no?” Marcel’s voice was so low it almost broke.

“If she says no, you go and move on with your life.”

“Well, I will keep trying to make her notice how much I love her.”

Her chai latte – just a sprinkle of sugar, with extra cinnamon and extra foam – and bagel with cream cheese order waited for her every morning when she arrived, Marcel got her a rare Fleetwood Mac’s Rumors vinyl copy, signed by Stevie Nicks for her three month employment anniversary, and somehow, he convinced Walter to adopt a golden retriever, with the excuse that the store needed a pet to de-stress the shifts, just because Natalie mentioned how much she loved dogs.

Nothing. Zit. Zero. Nada.

Fabian refused to let Marcel fall into his self pity once again, harshly telling him to man up and ask her out already, for fuck sake.

That saturday was a slow one and Marcel spent the day pep-talking himself. 04:30pm, thirty minutes to the end of their shift, he finally had the guts to approach her. It’s now or never.

“Hey, Natalie…” he lost his trail of thought as soon as she greeted him with her bright smile, the dumbstruck look took over his face, entertaining her.

“Marcel?”

Shaking his head, the call of his name got him back to the real world. “Soooo, I wanted to see if you want to grab a bite to eat at that new restaurant that opened down the street?”

“Oh, I would love to, but Adam is picking me up for dinner. We haven’t seen each other in a while, he’s always so busy so I take every chance I get to see him.”

“Ah… okay, some other time maybe? Well, it’s almost closing time, let me go clean my station.”

← Asked her out for dinner. She has a date with some Adam guy.

Marcel texted Fabian, blocking his phone as soon as the message got sent, and got back to setting his station clean.

05:00pm reached soon and the bell that announced whenever a customer got inside the shop dinged. In got Adam Cole, also known as the most obnoxious guy he ever met, also known as the coffee shop owner, Fabian’s boss. “He doesn’t look like her type.” he thought.

Seeing her squeal, run and hug Adam shattered him, making him want to burn a hole in the ground and hide for the rest of his life.

“Marcel this is Adam, Adam this is Marcel.”

“Hey dude. We already know each other, Nat.” Adam mentioned making Marcel seethe when he called her Nat.

“Sup, Adam.”

“Really? Didn’t know that.”

“Yeah, honey. Marcel is friends with Fabian and he’s always at the shop. Now let’s go? I don’t want us to be late.”

“Should’ve figured out you two would have met already. Anyways, see you on monday, Marcel?”

“Of course, Nat.” he smiled at her, waving goodbye.

Marcel made sure they had already left when he locked the door, screaming one long big “fuck” that woke poor Poppy up, the lazy golden retriever.

“Sorry, Pops. Let’s go home.”

Fabian left his own shift straight to Marcel’s place with two beer packs and four pizzas in hand, letting his friend cry his sadness out.

Germany vs Italy was on, both men watching the soccer game in silence. Almost forty minutes later, Marcel finally started talking.

“She has a boyfriend, dude… a fucking boyfriend and she never mentioned it.”

“Should she?”

“What?”

“Should she have mentioned the boyfriend?”

Marcel looked at Fabian like a second head was growing “Well, I’d have mentioned my significant other if I was in a loving relationship. Besides, to top it up, it’s fucking Cole, dude. Of all people, she’s dating Cole.”

“Wait, hold up, hold up.” Fabian interrupted, grabbing the remote control to mute the TV. “You are telling me that her date is Adam, as in my boss Adam?”

“Yeah.”

“You fucking idiot, he’s her brother.”

“What?”

“Yeah, he’s her brother. Same dad, different moms.”

“She did mention she had an older brother.” Marcel said in deep thought.

“You are asking her out again, right?”

“First thing monday morning.”

Monday came and Marcel arrived at the shop an hour earlier than usual. He got her usual at the café, made her a bouquet with her favourite flowers, and even dressed Poppy with her custom made uniform and a pink bow.

“Good morning!” Natalie shouted in her sing-songy voice.

“In the break room.” Marcel shouted back.

“How was your weekend?”

“Good, and yours?”

“Great. Can we talk?” he asked, nervousness seeping through his voice.

“Sure.”

“I like you. I really, really like you. Being honest, I love you. I knew I did as soon as you walked in that monday morning with Walter and I–“

Red curly hair blurred his vision and full, soft lips quickly attached to this in a slow, bold kiss.

Marcel pulled away to catch his breath, not letting her go from his arms.

“Woah.”

“Does this mean I wasn’t seeing too much with the flowers?”

“You did notice the flowers! I knew Fabian was wrong.”

“I did. I just thought I was seeing too much into it. In my head you were just being nice with it and all the gifts.”

“I’m crazy about you, Nat.” Marcel whispered in her soft curls as he hugged her tight.

“So, do you want to go on a date?” Nat asked.

“I’d love to.”

Marcel kissed her just like he always wanted to. Slowly, savouring the feeling of having her in his arms and the way her body molded against his.

“Finally.” Walter’s voice boomed behind them.

“Hey…” The duo said, embarrassed.

“Don’t even try to hide it, I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. Just keep it together in front of the customers.”

“Sure thing, boss!” Natalie and Marcel said in unison.

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