#briemode

“I hope you realize that Arizona is right next to Nevada and you haven’t visit me since I moved. Very disappointed at my fave Bella.”

“You moved!? Since when? I had no idea, Nee. You know that if I had known, I would have came to see you so fast. I’m sorry, please forgive me. I’m still your favorite Bella though, right?”

Sometimes, Dean wondered whether it was easier when she was talking, or when she wasn’t. Brie had a way of unwinding him, voice siphoning the fight from his muscles til it was a struggle enough to keep head hung and not send eyes in search of her. Reason this’d gone on as long as it had. A habit of cherishing other men’s wives had been thought to’ve been lost ten years ago. That was the thing about him and habits though. Couldn’t ever drop the bad ones. Rough palm working over his maw, choppy nails scratching the scruff ‘long his jaw, the eventual shake wasn’t as dismissive as it should have been. His focus finding his boots, drifting ‘cross the space between them and, eventually, trailing up along legs he’d wished not to’ve remembered the feel of so vividly. Wished he couldn’t bring back the memories of whispered promises that sounded reminiscent of words now. “Y’ don’t mean that.” After everything that’d happened with Bryan, after what he knew them to have been through, she couldn’t pick him. Leaning against the wall, arms left to hang at his sides before folding idly over his chest in pause. “There ain’t nothin’ for us t’ be doin’ no more… ‘m not…” That person anymore.

He didn’t get it. He didn’t understand because if he had, he would have known how much Brie cared. How much she had always cared for him and just because they didn’t speak for all that time, that didn’t mean it changed. Caring about someone doesn’t just stop over night no matter how much you would want it to. Brie tried so hard not to care about Dean. She tried everything that she could think of and it didn’t work. Not even being with her husband did. The person she thought she loved most in the world was now a person that didn’t want to have anything to do with her anymore. The person she thought about wasn’t Bryan. He didn’t even pass her mind anymore. Not the way Dean did and that was probably the worst part of everything. “But I do mean that. I mean that with all of my heart, Dean. Why can’t you understand that?” Why couldn’t he just believe her? She stepped closer to him, looking into his eyes before she put her hand on his face, caressing it slowly. “You’re telling me that you don’t feel anything at all for me? Not even when you I chose you over my husband.”

Send “AH” to pin my muse against the wall but letting a RANDOMIZER choose

”Ho– how… you’re having his child. Sad thing is, I’m not mad at Dean, not even close.” Bryan admits quietly, shaking his head at his own words. Because it was the truth, he wasn’t pissed off at Dean, he couldn’t be, how could he when Dean wasn’t a married man, Dean wasn’t in a relationship. But Brie… was… she was married. “I want to… be mad at Dean, but y’know… you went along with it. You slept with him. I know he didn’t force you, I know you weren’t drunk. I know he wasn’t drunk. You slept with him… because you found him attractive. You liked what you saw, and the fact that you had eyes.. for another man…..,” His bottom lip starts quivering, his breathing becomes shaky. “I—I can’t forgive you, Brie. I won’t— i can’t.” He takes a step back, turning around to replay the answering machine, to replay Dean’s message once more. It stayed that way for a while longer, his back to her. The room still in silence, not even Josie let out a bark. Bryan couldn’t stand to look at her, and if anything… who was this woman? This wasn’t the Brie he fell in love with? This wasn’t the woman he saw his life with… wanted kids with. She made one mistake, and he understood mistakes were just mistakes. Nobody is perfect, he got that. But he couldn’t deal with this. With her.——- “Brie… leave..pack your things.. and leave. Now. I don’t want to see you right now, i don’t…. we can’t be around each other. I don’t want you anymore. You hurt me, broke me down and ruined me. This us,—- there is no us, not.. anymore…”

“You want me to leave? You don’t want to try and fix this? Bryan....please. I’m sorry. I don’t want to leave. I want to fix this. I want YOU. You’re the only one I care about. Not him. It was a stupid mistake, Bryan. I promise you that it was.” She needed to try and fix this. She needed to fight for her marriage. “I’ll do anything to make this right.”

“aha, okay… um, i lied. you actually didn’t miss out on anything. i just wanted to tease you and make you think something happened. oh hey now! don’t tell on me! josie won’t be happy with papa, and that makes me shed a few tears at the idea of josie walking away from me, and not wanting to be near me. you’re harsh, okay.”

“Bryan!!! That is so mean. You made me think you did something when you didn’t!? My feelings are hurt and I’m so offended right now. Well, you did this to yourself. I’m already telling Josie on you and she’s going to walk away from you. Forever. I’m not harsh! You’re the one who decided to play this mean joke on me so it’s on you, Danielson.”

 He wanted… to be better, different. But, Brie wasn’t going to give him that chance, so he would have to make her give him this chance. At the end, he could prove to be worth it. For who? The child? Brie? Honestly, maybe both. He laughed at himself, why in the world was he even thinking about this…? Getting all worked up because of his emotion? He didn’t usually feel this way, actually he never felt this way, and it bugged that shit out of him. Thankfully his thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell ringing over and over again. It kept on ringing, and now he wishes he was tapped in his thoughts again. He rolls his eyes and pushes himself off the couch. “I’m comin’! I’m comin’!” He shouted angrily, turning the doorknob forcefully. His breath got caught in his throat. “B–Brie.. the fuck are you doing here?”

To say Brie was mad was probably an understatement because right now she was furious. As she continued to yell, she slapped Dean again. And again and again. Brie wasn’t going to stop. She had completely lost her mind. Slapping Dean was something that she had wanted to do and tonight, she was getting that chance. Slap after slap, yell after yell, Brie was completely feud up.

His heart had stopped completely the second he heard the voicemail off of their house phone, yes their house phone. He wondered if it was a lie? He wondered  if this was an accident—- a joke?            He just couldn’t understand how all of the sudden… his world began crumbling            down on him. First his wrestling career, now this? Was someone out to get him?            What did he do to deserve such things? Bryan held back the tears, he was going             to be strong. Be a warrior and suck it in, wait for it to be done. Once he gets it all            out of his system, he’ll cry the whole day away, and be lost in his own miserable            world at the dead of night. Sad to say he planned this all out, it hurt to even listen            to the voicemail… but here he was. pressing replay— over and over and over. He called her, her voice… so sweet and pure, it killed him to even be in love  with that gentle voice, the once gentle voice that used to make his world go round. But now? It makes me want to tear his hair off, and drop to the ground, wishing for the pain to go away, wishing that the wall can swallow him up.     ‘Brie I need to talk to you, ‘ight? I’m fuckin’ tired of ya tryin’ to avoid me this      shit ain’t funny. I get it ya want nothin’ to do with me. But it’s time for you to      grow up, and get used to the fact that we——’ She’s home—- his heart dropped into his chest, eyes clenched tightly as he stopped the voicemail. “..B–brie…..” His voice is only a whisper, you can hear the slight shudder, the pain he tired swallowing away, but couldn’t. He was weak, and now… she would know.. how weak he truly was. “Brie…y–you won’t believe  it… you um, got a voicemail.” A dry laugh left his twin-flesh,the smile that had graced his feature was soft yet broken. “It’s…..can you… explain this to me? please?” He turns on the machine, a deep sigh can be heard, filling the quiet surroundings around both Bryan and Brie, he would glance at Josie, reaching down to pick her up for comfort.       ‘ Brie I need to talk to you, ‘ight? I’m fuckin’ tired of ya tryin’ to avoid me this       shit ain’t funny. I get it ya want nothin’ to do with me. But it’s time for you to      grow up, and get used to the fact that we fucked. Not only that, toots.. but we     didn’t use protection. That baby ain’t his, it’s mine. And for the first time ever    I actually want to be involved in my child life. I ain’t gonna end up like my dad.   Fuckin’ call me back. We. Need. To. Talk. Brianna.’ —— and he hung up. Just like that. The bearded man locked eyes with his beloved, waiting….”Well?”

 The truth. Brianna had just completely tore her family apart and and she had nobody but herself to blame for it.

Happy New Year!

“ you bein’ married didn’t stop ya before? so what’s stoppin’ ya now, huh? and  don’t ya dare give out the ‘i’m married’ excuse, cause that didn’t seem to matter the first time, now did it? pfft, i ain’t scared of bryan. he ain’t much of a threat, brie. if anythin’… outside of the ring, messin’ with me wouldn’t be smart on his part. you’re such’a liar. i jus’ came here to talk to ya, make things right between us. but you’re jus’ bein’ a major fuckin’ bitch. ha! you love him? please, baby. if you loved him… you wouldn’t have done what you did. should i go into specific details?  would that help ya remember all those…steamy…late…nights…hm? i’m honestly disappointed, and here i thought you were better than that. guess you’re the bad twin, huh? look, i ain’t ‘bout to tell bryan ‘bout.. us. cause i don’t toss out my dirty laundry to non important people. a.k-fucking-a , bryan. the truth? yeah fuckin’ right you lil’ liar. “

“I am married! What don’t you understand? I was wrong to even get involved with you. I don’t even know why I did it. I was vulnerable and Bryan and I weren’t getting along and you were there and it just happened, okay? It didn’t mean anything. Leave Bryan out of this because he can never know what happened. Ever. This would break him completely and I don’t want to lose him. Things right between us? Have you lost your mind!? I’m not being a bitch. I told you to stay away from me and to leave me alone. How do you not get it? I do love Bryan. I love him him more than anything in this entire world and one night with you isn’t going to change that. I told you that it was a mistake. A mistake that I regret because it should have never happened. You need to stop talking to me and just leave me alone. I’m done doing this with you, Dean. You can think whatever it is that  you want. To me it doesn’t matter.”

“ and you know what? even though i’m still a little freaked out…. I just, i don’t know… i might actually like the idea of having another sister.. who is also into the whole hippie theme and just.. saving the world! “

“Freaked out is probably not the right word to use here. It’s weird though. But you’re right. Having another sister might not be that bad. Especially since you’re more like me than Nicole is.....which is refreshing.”

“Yeah, well… y’ ain’t the easiest person t’ talk to sometimes. Know how t’ push too many’a my buttons.” Saying he said it because he wanted to be alone to process what’d happened was a step further than Dean had been willing to go at the start of their chat. Before he realized there was a genuine edge to her voice and that guilty facade hadn’t been an act at all. Hadn’t been her attempt to squirm back in under his skin and take up the residence she’d abandoned of her own volition. Tongue tracing lips and his head hung head, the shake’d started with Dean’s initial acceptance. “Ain’t like that, Brie… y’know why I did it… told y’ why I did it.” Because chasing someone else’s wife had never been anything he was any good at. Had never been something he had any pride in. Was supposed to be respecting her decision, even if she wasn’t able to respect it herself. “Ain’t sayin’ I didn’t have no fun, but y’ got that lil ring on your finger…means that this thing? ‘s supposed t’ be over, toots.”

“I don’t mean to push your buttons, Dean. I never have. It’s just so hard to talk to you sometimes.” There were times where she tried really hard to make him understand where she was coming from. That she really did care about him. She cared about him so much and he just didn’t get it. She was married but her feelings were always there and in a way, she hated it. “You never told me why you did it. Anytime I would try to talk to you about it, you would push me away. You always pushed me away. And you think I just stopped talking to you because I wanted to? No. I stopped because it’s what YOU wanted. I did it all for you, Dean.” She was married to Bryan and as bad as that sounded, she didn’t want to be. Not anymore. Not since Dean had managed to come into her life and complicate everything. But it wasn’t complicated because there was no confusion anymore. “But it’s not over. This thing between us isn’t over, Dean and you know it. As for me being married, I might not be for much longer.” She wanted him to know how serious she was about him.