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Drew McIntyre - married in spirit (long)

It had started as a harmless joke, but now, it was practically a running gag among the locker room: Y/N and Drew McIntyre were like a married couple.

The two of them were best friends, always looking out for each other. They had an easy camaraderie, the kind that made it look like they'd known each other for years. But lately, their interactions had turned into something more... comical. They bickered over everything. From who took the last piece of pizza to which direction to take when leaving the arena—it was constant, but everyone around them loved it.

One afternoon, the two of them found themselves backstage, preparing for the upcoming show. Drew was sitting at a table, going over some notes, while Y/N was on the other side of the room, rummaging through her bag for her water bottle.

"I swear, Y/N," Drew began, glancing up at her. "You always leave your stuff lying around. The locker room looks like a tornado hit it."

Y/N paused, holding her bag in her hand, looking at him incredulously. "Excuse me? I leave stuff around? I could say the same about your gear. You've got boots, tape, and god knows what else scattered all over the place."

Drew raised an eyebrow. "That's different! I need my stuff where I can see it. You, on the other hand, just throw things everywhere like it's your house!"

Y/N rolled her eyes, striding over to him. "Oh, don't even start with that. It's not like I can't find my things!"

"Oh really?" Drew smirked. "Where's your water bottle then? You've been searching for it for the last ten minutes."

Y/N shot him a playful glare. "It's not like you've been any help. You just sit there judging me."

"You know it's because I care," Drew teased. "I'm just looking out for my wife."

At that, Y/N froze, her face turning a shade of pink she hadn't expected. "Wife? I'm not your wife, McIntyre."

Drew grinned, leaning back in his chair. "You practically act like it. You fight with me over everything, complain when I leave my boots in the wrong spot, and you always end up picking up after me."

Y/N crossed her arms, trying to hide the grin that tugged at her lips. "Yeah? Well, you're the one who always steals my food when we're on the road. And let's not forget how you never pick the right hotel room. I always have to fix it."

"That's because you're so picky," Drew shot back, eyes twinkling with mischief. "You need things just so or it's the end of the world. I swear, you're like my old granny, telling me how to fold towels and where to put the soap."

"Oh, I am not like your granny," Y/N huffed, turning her back to him in mock offense.

"Oh, come on, admit it," Drew said, standing up to join her. He placed a hand on her shoulder, grinning when she didn't turn around. "You love it. You love bossing me around. You even like calling me your husband."

Y/N finally spun around to face him, her lips curving into a smile. "I do not call you my husband, Drew. I don't need to. You're just a pain in the ass friend who acts like we're married."

Drew chuckled, walking closer to her. "Is that so? Because you sure act like I'm the husband when we're out there. Like when you steal the blankets at night."

"You steal the blankets!" Y/N said, crossing her arms. "I'm just trying to stay warm!"

"You're hogging them, that's what you're doing," Drew teased, poking her shoulder. "You should be more considerate."

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a laugh. "You're impossible to share a bed with. I'm telling you, if we were really married, I'd be sleeping on the couch every night."

"Right, and I'd be stealing the blanket on the couch," Drew replied, smirking knowingly.

There was a pause between them, and for a moment, they just stood there, smiling at each other. It was always like this with Drew. There was a comfort in their friendship that felt natural, effortless, like they were family in a way neither of them had ever expected. They fought like an old married couple, but it was all done in good fun, with a deeper bond they both shared.

"You know, we should just make it official," Drew said after a moment, grinning mischievously. "We've been together so long, might as well tie the knot."

"Yeah, right," Y/N said with a scoff. "That'd be the day. Can you imagine the disaster that would be?"

"Hey, I'm a great husband," Drew insisted with a wink. "I cook, I clean, and I definitely know how to keep you entertained with my amazing charm."

Y/N snorted. "You clean? Sure, Drew, sure. Maybe once every other week. And as for your cooking..." She paused, pretending to think. "I'll let you know after I try it, but I'm not expecting much."

Drew let out a dramatic gasp. "How dare you doubt my culinary skills! You're the one who can't cook a thing without burning it."

"Excuse me?" Y/N exclaimed, stepping up to him with a pointed finger. "I do not burn food. I just get distracted sometimes, alright?"

Drew crossed his arms. "Uh-huh, sure. And I'm sure your microwave popcorn always comes out perfectly, too."

Y/N gave him a playful shove, and before they knew it, they were both laughing, the tension of the argument melting away into their familiar routine.

"Alright, alright, enough with the 'married life' jokes," Y/N said, breathing heavily from laughing. "But you're lucky I like you."

"I'm not lucky," Drew said with a smug smile. "I'm blessed to have someone like you by my side."

Y/N gave him a look, her face softening. "Yeah, well, the feeling's mutual. Even though you drive me nuts."

Drew gave her a grin. "Of course I do. That's what makes me a great husband."

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully but couldn't stop the warmth blooming in her chest. There was something so comforting about being with Drew. Even though their friendship was full of playful arguments, it was clear how much they meant to each other. The way they bickered, the way they laughed—everything about their dynamic made them who they were.

"Just promise me one thing," Y/N said seriously, looking up at him with a soft smile.

"Anything."

"Don't ever stop being my annoying, pain-in-the-ass best friend. I think I'd be lost without you."

Drew's expression softened, and he reached out to pull her into a big, warm hug. "I won't, Y/N. I won't."

As the two stood there, in each other's arms, it was clear that their friendship was more than just playful banter—it was a bond that was unbreakable, full of love, respect, and, of course, plenty of "married life" moments.