WWE Imagines and Preferences

Jealousy

•Another repost from Tumblr •
         Though only a few months into your relationship with Tyler Breeze, you could already feel the solid bond forming. The two of you were made for each other; you had the same interests, you wrestling technique was very similar, and you always seemed to know what the other was going to say before they even parted their lips.
Despite this, there had always been an edge to Tyler. Of course there was - no man so beautiful, so outstandingly gorgeous, could ever be perfect. You cared greatly about him, but were always cautious to stand close by or, to not look so clingy, at least within earshot, so you could hear and see what he was doing with Summer Rae, the girl who had always had it out for you.
You were scared of what she was capable of. Perhaps not her so much, but the weakness of Tyler's self-control. He knew he was attractive - you loved his confidence - but this meant that he could manipulate people with merely a glance without realizing he was doing it. And, if you stroked his ego enough, he'd latch onto you and sink his claws in.
"Hey, Tyler," you chewed on your lip, tugging on his arm. "What time are we going out again tonight?"
He lowered his phone and looked at you with confused eyes. "What, we're not going out tonight. I told you I was training Summer tonight."
Your eyebrows twitched for a moment. "Excuse me?"
"I told you I was training Summer tonight - she requested that I'd do this two weeks ago, but I had to constantly blow her off because I was making plans with you," he almost scoffed, but refrained from doing so and went back to typing on his phone. With one quick glance, you had seen the name and had to clench your fists to stop yourself from snatching the device right out of his perfect hands.
"Are you texting her again?" You asked.
He shrugged. "Yeah. Why?"
"You spend more time talking to her than you do acknowledging me," you let out a huff of breath. "I wanted tonight to be special, Tyler. I didn't mean to get in the way of you and Summer." You spat angrily.
"Oh my god, don't be like this," he groaned, rolling his eyes. "You're always so defensive and so jealous. Babe, there's nothing to worry about. Summer and I are just friends, chillax."
His tone flipped something inside of you. "Stop patronizing me like I'm a child, Tyler. I've seen you and Summer, and I know exactly what you're like.
"Oh, yeah? What am I like then, (Y/N)? Come on, please, I'd love to hear," he continued to frustrate you.
You opened your mouth to say something but decided against it. "Whatever. When will I be seeing you?"
"Probably tomorrow,"
"Tomorrow? What, it takes you and Summer an entire night to train? Right, okay, I get it," you pressed your lips together and walked away. Tyler reached out to touch your hand, but you raised your arms and moved away. "I can't deal with this right now.
"Stop being so dramatic," he called after you, but you just ignored him and continued walking. You weren't usually the one to follow your boyfriend out of town, but if he was going to be spending an entire night away, you had to do something. You were extremely suspicious of what he was getting up to with Summer, and you were going to do something about it.
***
You were here. With hands curling around the steering wheel tightly, you adjusted the swing of your car in the parking lot so that you could see straight through the big windows of the gym and watch as the few people scattered around, looking like beetles in their sports gear.
You saw a flash of blonde hair and orange skin and your eyes homed in on the person immediately. There they were.
Summer placed her hand upon Tyler's chest, laughing about something he said. His hand moved to her waist, and your grip on the wheel tightened, almost like you were trying to crush the material within your grasp. They were extremely close, with his toned stomach grazing across her back as he placed her into a loose headlock. Having seen enough of his games, you pulled out of the parking lot and turned away.
Fine. If Tyler wanted to play like this, then the spoiled brat would just have to get a taste of his own damn medicine.
***
"Dolph!" You waved at your friend, watching as he pulled at his suitcase as he made it into the venue. He looked up from the ground, and, when his shade-covered eyes met yours, he grinned.
"Yo, (Y/N)," he walked over, giving you a one armed hug and pulled off his shades.
"Hey," you said, eyes flickering over to where you saw Summer leaning against the wall, flicking her hair over her shoulder as Tyler looked down at her, crossing his arms and perking that trademark smirk of his. "Uhg."
"What?" Dolph followed your eyes, finally landing on to the two that were huddled in the corner. "Oh. Are they-"
"To be honest, I don't know what they're doing and, quite frankly, I don't even care anymore," you grumbled.
"What a dick," Dolph shook his head, before his eyes lit up as an idea struck me. "You know what? You should give him a taste of his own medicine. Let's walk past, and you laugh at something I say and pat my arm or something."
Though you felt devious and sneaky, you couldn't help but feel the rush of excitement at Dolph's suggestion. "Are you sure? I don't want you getting any shit for this."
"Ey, it was my idea," he shrugged. "Ain't nobody gotta hurt a girl like that. Come on, just play along."
Whilst the two of you walked past, Dolph nudged you in the side and you started laughing at him, your convincing giggle drawing the attention of Tyler who pulled his eyebrows together in a mixture of confusion and irritation when you planted a hand on his chest as you continued to laugh. He moved away from Summer, leaving her looking almost disgusted at the rejection, and stood in front of you.
"What's going on here?" He asked, running a hand through his hair that was tied into a knot at the back of his head.
"Nothing," you looked up at Dolph and smiled brightly. "Just hanging out with my.. friend."
"(Y/N), are you cheating on me?" He burst out.
Your eyes widened. "Woah, woah, calm down. You're a bit quick to jump to conclusions, don't you think?"
"Well, what am I supposed to think?" Tyler asked, shaking his head as Dolph winked at you and walked down the hall.
"I don't know, Tyler, what are you supposed to think?" You narrowed your eyes at him, memories of him and Summer together flipping through your mind.
He laughed airily. "Is this about me and Summer? Look, (Y/N), I already told you. Her and I are just friends."
"With benefits?" You perked an eyebrow.
"You're ridiculous," he went to move past you, but you planted a hand on his shoulder and moved him back.
"You know what? No. I'm not gonna stand here and take this. I'm not the ridiculous one, Tyler, you are. Friends? What the fuck kind of definition is floating around in that dumb brain of yours, Breeze? Since when did friends flirt with each other like you and Summer do all the time?" You snapped.
He sighed. "Look, we're not flirting. Her and I are just friends, how many times am I going to have to tell you?"
"Actions speak louder than words," you quoted. "How about you prove to me that you care about me more than you care about her?"
"Are you really that insecure?" He narrowed his eyes at you.
"When it comes to our relationship, I am," you raised your head high.
"Okay, okay," Tyler said softly. "What will it take?"
"We reschedule that date you promised," you started slowly, and he nodded. "And you pay attention to me, lord."
He chuckled a little. "How could I not? You're the most beautiful thing I ever laid eyes on."
"Alright, take it slow," you told him.
"We'll work through this," he assured you, hesitantly taking your hand. "I promise.