pairing: cm punk x blackfempoc/ reader
warning: explicit content (smut) minors pls dni. angst. Cheating
authors note: Please go easy on my this is my first fic on this site. Others have been posted on various other sites. Maybe expanded into a multi part fic. Happy reading!
Inspired by Plain Gold Ring by Nina Simone and Cover by Kimbra
Plain Gold Ring
"Hey, Sequoia! I've got your drink, already down at the bar." Chase smirks as if he knows something I don't.
"How'd you know I'd want this?" I sarcastically smirk at my friend.
"I'd love to gloat and say this is my handy work but someone else ordered and paid for you." He looks past me over my head.
Confusion sends my eyes wandering around the quaint little coffee shop, searching face to face wondering who'd do such a deed, if they were still there.
"That's so sweet!" I say hesitantly, "Ring me up for the next order please. I'd love to continue the chain."
"Girl, I hope I got you right this mornin, you know how you go."
"Right!" I roll my eyes in amusement.
Weeks later
This morning, I could use a spot of luck, another nap, and a quad. I'm running super late and of course everything that could go wrong this morning is going wrong, before 8.
"Quoia, what the hell happened to you?" He chuckles.
"I know. I look like hell. Gimme two shots straight, and a Grande iced brown sugar, no cinnamon."
"Babygirl... Your drink is already made and paid for. I just took it down to the pickup area."
I stare at him blankly, then mouth, "Who?"
Chase's dark gaze wanders over to the far corner of the room, mine follows but I can't tell amongst who his gaze lands.
"Any ways, I'll still take that double in addition. Thanks, love." I slide a twenty in front of him and nod to the next customer in line. I wink at him, "You know what to do."
"I just want to let you know I'm sicka you," he winks back.
Tiredly, I manage to squirrel away in a corner of the busy cafe, placing my earbuds in as I knock back my tiny espresso like a shot. Plain gold ring on his finger, he wore; It was where everyone could see; He belongs to someone, but not me; On his hand was a plain gold band...
To wash away the bitterness, I take a sip of my pre-ordered coffee. I glance around and only keep coming up with a disheveled looking guy in black hoodie and black Under-Armor shorts. He's always here when I come in, 6am the ungodly hours. The hours when your bed feel the most comfortable, the hours when the world is trying to catch up and begin. He's always wearing some type of workout gear. It's not hard to deduce that he'd just visited the crowded gym across the street. Your average looking john doe, with an exceptional circadian rhythm, fueled by espresso.
My eyes meet his, tall, dark and surprisingly handsome; Striking hazel eyes that seem omniscient. I know of him, but I never speak to him. Maybe it's out of fear, social anxiety? Who knows? I don't bother, most of the time I'm in a hurry any way. Celebrities can be finicky to deal with.
"I hope it's to your liking." He gives me a dopey smile, holding his hand out. His worn hands are tattooed heavily and adorned by a plain gold wedding band, "I'm Phil… CM Punk."
I smile, coyly "It's perfect. Thank you."
"You come here often; I refuse to believe you don't know who I am. I've caught you wearing my hoodie quite a few times." Smugly, he takes the seat across from me, "How come you never say hi."
"Uh well, first of all I had no idea the hoodie is an old present, from my brother... and second, I don't need to make a fool of myself hounding you down for an autograph or picture…" I state, "I'm sure you appreciate having your time to yourself when you can get it."
"Okay," he chuckles, "You're a very considerate person." still smirking, "Too considerate almost."
"And you are as well," I smile, "Question?"
"Shoot."
"How'd you get my order right?"
"I have my ways." The tall man says deviously.
"Right..." I glance over at Chase, with his headset on gawking in my direction.
"Your buddy also may or may not have helped me out." His gaze follows mine as I shoot Chase a look.
"I'm gonna have to change up my order." I say, noticing a Teams call coming through on my phone. I sigh, rolling my eyes at the device.
"It looks like you've got an important meeting, I'll see ya round." He smirks, offering a fist bump. "Oh, I didn't catch your name..."
"Sequoia, thank you, I appreciate it."
He nods and winks, disappearing through the doors.
A Month later
"Where are you going in this fit?" Chase comes from around the counter grabbing my hand for me to do a little model spin.
"I've got an interview this morning at 10."
"More like a hot date this morning..." He rolls his eyes leaning against the wall, twirling the headset around in his hands. "Baby girl you just might catch a man in this," he chuckles cynically.
"No mam!" heat floods my face as I unlock my phone to open my app.
"You know someone's been upset at you. Are you getting your usual?" He teases, dimples folding at the side of his chubby cheeks.
"Yeah. Who?!" I side eye him as he returns behind the counter, tapping my order in.
"Mr. Brooks is upset that you haven't been in for a couple of weeks."
"Who?"
"I think you can guess," He crosses his arms before his eyes drift over to the corner of the room. Punk, sat there with another guy who is clad in a casual suit. His gaze lingering over at the register where I am, and he smiles at me completely ignoring the other guy.
"Is that what you guys call him?"
"What do you call him?" He questions me suspiciously.
"Uhhh by his celebrity's name."
"Girl! Celebrity?"
Chase pulls me out of the line motioning to one of his coworkers to take over. Punk starts to get up and walk over. Chase charges the door dragging me behind. Luckily, I'm barely able to keep up with his pace.
"Heels! Heels!" I call as he drags us behind the building.
"Sorry!" He grumbles. "Girl, that man has a huge crush on you and he's a celebrity! What does he do?! How much money does he make?"
I chuckle trying to keep up with his rapid-fire questions. I guess I'm not too phased by it... I barely recognized him in real life and not on my brother's tv screen. "First of all, he's married so nothing will be happening there... Second, he's just being nice."
"Babygirl, he puts a stack of money on a reloadable to pay for your order every time he comes in. I'm normally here so I just take care of it. He asks if you've came in whenever he returns."
"Come on now," I shake my head in disbelief. Chase waggles his thin brows emphasizing his earlier points.
"Girl! He keeps looking for you to walk back in..." Chase glances behind me through the window.
Quickly looking between, me and the building, "He's coming out."
"You're being silly," I roll my eyes at my best friend and dismiss his giddiness. "Hi Punk."
"Hey, I finally caught up with you." He smiles his lopsided grin.
"I'll leave you two, I've gotta drive thru to run," Chase quietly eases back inside but not before mouthing 'get him,' followed by an obscene gesture.
My gaze following my friend, I stare daggers at him and drag my finger across my throat at him. "Sorry, I'm going to kill him one day..." I rub the back of my neck, shifting my stance, these platforms are starting to irritate me.
"I've been through more embarrassing situations, don't sweat it." He chuckles, "I don't mean to pry, but where are you off to today? You look great."
Heat floods my cheeks as I begin to realize Chase maybe right. "Thanks. I've got an interview this morning at 10."
"Oh, well I'll be quick." He unlocks his phone, "Would you like to attend the next show when we come in town. I've got some VIP passes that I have to give out."
"Uh sure."
"Try not to look so surprised." He smirks.
"Why should I not be?" I say confused.
"I think you're cool, and maybe I just want a chance to hang out..." He straightens up shoving his hands in his pockets.
"And if I say no thank you because of that cute little ring on your finger..." I smirk.
He does too, "Just think of it as doing me a favor."
"I appreciate the sentiment, but... I don't want your wife killing me."
"I promise it's innocent, fingers crossed." he holds up both hands fingers locked. "Not a date or anything..."
I chuckle shaking my head, "Okay, when's the next show?"
"Next week, Monday night, Rose—Allstate Arena. VIP's get a tour at 1pm."
I hold my hand out for his phone, "Text me all the information."
He teases, pulling the phone from my grasp, "One condition..."
"What? Meet me for breakfast first..." His dopey smirk appears as his dimples cave.
"Okay, same place?" He slides the device in my palm, dial screen open so that I can put my number and name into his phone.
"10am?" I nod in agreement, feeling my cheeks burn. Did I just agree to go on a date with this man? "Good," he smirks, "Good luck on your interview this morning."
"Thanks, See you soon."