#he just didn’t know the right word for it so for a moment Rene thinks his mom is a maid

[wool-string]

Oc comic of them meeting

#my art #my oc #oc art #oc comic #Santo is Peruvian so his native language is Spanish #and Rene is French and Japanese so his Spanish is limited #so I imagine sometimes their language barriers cause some confusion #he says she’s cleaning but he actually means she’s spiritually cleansing #he just didn’t know the right word for it so for a moment Rene thinks his mom is a maid #santo armas #Ernest Rochefort #he had a name change lol

[zzoguri]

[TEASER] finger trapped (ripped to its seams) ➵ ji changmin

ji changmin x reader

with an unexpected reunion, you and changmin relive the memories of cheongju—and confront what could’ve been between you two.

inspired by ➵ "seasons" by wave to earth, the last five years

general genre/warnings ➵ friends to almost lovers, angst, fluff, the last five years story-telling method aka present will be told going backwards while past will be told moving forward (i hope that makes sense), missed chances, unexpected reunion, keeping secrets & lying, hurt/comfort, jealousy remains but love triumphs, tiger parents, journalist reader (u kno i had to do it), reader is a nerd and changmin is a student-athlete, kms jokes from jongseob (all /lh), finger traps aren’t efficient after all

word count ➵ est. 10-15k

playlist ➵ end of beginning by djo // high school in jakarta by niki // i know it won't work by gracie abrams // no big deal (i love you) by dodie // keeping tabs by niki // no one knows by stephen sanchez & laufey // so what now by renee rapp // i wish i hated you by ariana grande // the 1 by taylor swift // seasons by wave to earth

a/n ➵ shhhhhhh.... i know that i'm still writing this but a lil motivation and accountability goes a long way SOOO !!! this is just a lil teaser for the upcoming jichang fic for the deoboyznet event <33 thank you again to my lovely @hcuyk for beta reading !!! (i've only written 1/4 please understand.) but i'm dedicating this to my lovely @sungbeam whose love for changmin is one i'll forever feel even to my ribs and @wavesmp3 who forever remains an inspiration in the way i write </3 plus, i've posted these snippets anyway so :P if ure interested in this fic, feel free to ask to be part of the taglist for this! and dont forget to always leave feedback <3

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it’s a late night on a tuesday, about to be a midnight wednesday, and you’re in a convenience store as you scout for your dinner. all hauled up in the newsroom, the idea of ordering food during a time where restaurants would still be open slipped your mind. now, you’re left to scan through the same options you’ve eaten for the past years since you started living in seoul.

the convenience clerks are familiar with you, both kim jongseob and kim jiwoo. with your constant late-night meals at the store, you’d talk to whichever one had a shift. jongseob is saving up to upgrade his setup at home to record more music. with all the stories he shares about his time in underground rap battles along with the short verses he’s performed for you, you’re positive that he’ll get signed to a label soon. as for jiwoo, this is one of the many jobs she has in order to save enough money for fashion school. you’ve seen her sketches and outfits she’s put together and you’re hoping that she’ll get accepted.

a sigh leaves you. you didn’t have a problem with eating the food here but you were craving for something new in your life in seoul. the perpetual cycle of eating takeout food and unconsciously skipping meals for work needed to be disrupted just for a moment. but you weren’t seeking michelin-star food—all you wanted was home cooked, something from home.

the spice of tteokbokki, the burn of freshly fried hotteok, and the sweetness of homemade peach iced tea—mr. kim’s convenience store had it all.

your tastebuds long for cheongju.

“planning to beat your record of spending 23 minutes on deciding what to get?”

you roll your eyes before looking to your right, seeing jongseob stocking up the drinks in the fridge. “i hate you.”

“what? i’m just saying, you’re taking a lot longer to decide today.” he chuckles before placing the last bottle of sweetened probiotic milk in the fridge. “none of the options look good to you?”

“sort of,” you hum before you scan through the aisle of packaged meals. “i think i’m craving for something different.”

“i get it. the food here can get boring, which is why i’m planning to order pizza if you want to split the costs.”

your eyebrows shoot up at jongseob’s suggestion. “really? you’d share pizza with me?”

“yeah, as long as you pay for your share.” he shoots you a smile before grabbing on a trolley carrying empty boxes. “unless… you want to pay for the whole thing.”

you bite back a smile as you shake your head. you should’ve known the guy would ask you to buy him food, but you knew that he needed the money and you at least had a stable income to keep you comfortable. “fine,” jongseob’s smile grows as you fish out your wallet from your pocket and pull out a couple of bills. “just order enough for us two.” 

“of course,” he says as soon as you hand him some money. “i’ll make sure to order the most expensive thing on the menu.”

you scoff at his joke. “just make sure to treat me to something.”

the bell by the door chimes. “sorry, can’t hear you over that! need to attend to a customer!” jongseob quickly runs away from you while dragging the trolley. that little shit just knew how to press your buttons, but you love the kid, anyway.

still, you stand in the middle of the mart and your heart longs for home.

then, you shut your eyes, and you’re transported back in front of the familiar aisle filled with bags of potato chips and sweet corn. the noisy fan along with the soft sounds of mr. kim’s korean drama fills your ears. a mix of yellow and orange hues paint every corner of the mart, including you—and you’re not alone.

your best friend stands on your right, wearing the unbuttoned school uniform polo over a tank top along with jogging pants. he’s lost in thought as he scans through the options of snacks you two can have for today’s afternoon. he starts to giggle to himself, probably from a silly thought he’ll share with you in the next second or a memory involving you, and the dips in his cheeks appear—your heart thumps in your ears.

and just like how quickly you were transported back to cheongju, your surroundings transformed into the cool-lit convenience store found in seoul. all you have left is the image of him bathed in the sunlight.

but he fades away like the ink on old receipts, never gone, because the glowing image of him warps into a different version who stands next to you in the cold mart. he’s grown a few inches taller and his hair doesn’t get in the way of his line of sight. while he wears a green sweater, you notice that he’s gained some muscles. his eyes scan through the aisle behind you filled with different brands of instant ramen.

but he bites the inside of his cheek, and his dimples appear.

it’s a tornado that brews within you, enough to uproot trees and displace buildings, all because of an unexpected reunion with changmin. why did the universe decide to bring two ex-best friends on a random tuesday night? what brings him to the convenience store at the same time you’re there? and why did it have to happen a day before the interview?

you weren’t going to commit the same mistake; keep your eyes off of him and make your way out of the store. it didn’t matter if you had an empty, growling stomach, or gave free money to jongseob. you need to leave without the distant, familiar face noticing.

your feet act fast, and you're almost certain that might’ve caught his attention, but it didn’t matter as you see jongseob standing behind the cashier with his phone out. “i just ordered the pizza. it should arrive in about… 20 to 30 minutes.”

“yeah, about that…”

“don’t tell me you’re taking your money back.”

at the sight of jongseob’s pout, you roll your eyes. “no, keep it. i just—i need to go.”

“what? why?”

you peek behind you. it seems like he didn’t recognize you, after all. “i’ve got… work!”

“but don’t you only have your interview with the bo—”

“hey!” your fingers snap at him. “you cannot—i mean, you just… just take the goddamn money.”

“but we’re supposed to share the pizza. you haven’t eaten.”

an exasperated sigh leaves you. “jongseob, just treat me next time. i can eat at home.”

and you’re ready to leave the convenience store, bid farewell to jongseob and a delicious pizza made for two, and never greet or say goodbye to the living fragment of what you last know of cheongju—

“y/n?”

and the plan failed.

when you meet his gaze, you’re able to take in the different version of him. he’s grown so much—it’s such a pain that you weren’t there to witness it. his eyes are a pool of emotions; you can’t identify them.

all it takes is one breath from you. “changmin.”

a beat passes.

“i’m just gonna… go through the storage,” jongseob points his thumb at the back of the mart, “and maybe kill myself afterwards. i don’t know.” before you can protest, he’s already gone. (and he still has your money. that fucker.)

taglist ➵@winterchimez @miusgirl @jenoscafe @sweet-unicorn-world @mosviqu @vernyangel @stealanity @deobi0412 @blue-rainydays @maessseongs

#the boyz x reader #ji changmin x reader #ji changmin angst #ji changmin fluff #the boyz imagines #ji changmin imagines #the boyz scenarios #ji changmin scenarios

[sethsclearwater]

synopsis: reader is bella’s sister and her and seth attend bella and edward’s wedding! 

warnings: angsty in the middle (the infamous jacob and bella fight happens and reader gets involved)

word count: 3.22k

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after a whirlwind few months of wedding planning, bella and edward’s wedding was finally happening. as bella’s sister, you were her maid-of-honor but didn’t have too many duties seeing as alice took care of just about everything you could possibly think of and then some.

so here you sat at their ceremony, front row with your imprinter, seth clearwater, sat next to you and charlie, renee, and phil on the other side of you. you had on a gorgeous purple bridesmaid dress hand-picked by alice with an equally stunning pair of heels that seth couldn’t seem to get enough of.

as bella and edward said their vows, seth wrapped his arm around your waist, tugging you closer to him so you could rest your head against his shoulder. he rubbed gentle circles against your hip with his thumb as the two of you listened, absolutely loving how much effort edward had put into his vows. 

sure enough, within a few minutes mr. weber was announcing that edward could kiss bella and they were most definitely making the most of that, absolutely entranced with one another as they made their first kiss as a married couple last as long as possible. 

everyone was clapping, emmett chiming in with a few rather vulgar hollars, and the other couples in the room were also sharing soft kisses with one another. seth caught your attention, taking his free hand to gently cup your jaw in his hand so he could prompt you to look at him, “we should get married,” he murmured, a big smile on his face that had you giggling and rolling your eyes.

“maybe in a year,” you teased, bursting into another fit of giggles when he smashed his lips against yours, pulling you close to him for a rather passionate kiss. you ran your hands up his chest, playfully toying with the buttons on his shirt as the two of you melted into each other.

as the cheering died down, seth allowed you to part from his lips, both of you letting out breathy laughs as bella and edward headed back down the aisle to get ready for the after party. “i love you,” seth said softly, rubbing gentle circles against your jaw with his thumb, “so much,” he added with a smile that had you giggling again.

“i love you too clearwater,” you mused, pressing another quick kiss to his lips before getting up so the two of you could follow everyone over to the afterparty. seth couldn’t stop smiling as he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you close to his side while he guided you over to the table you, your dad, mom, phil, and sue clearwater would be sitting. 

“so are you gonna let me dance with you?” seth asked teasingly once the two of you finally found the table just as the music started and people began entering the dancefloor while everyone waited for dinner to be served. 

you smiled, allowing him to pull you close to his chest as you rested your hands on his chest, looking up at him adoringly, “i suppose,” you teased, laughing when seth quickly spun you around to usher you onto the dancefloor where the music was transitioning something by hozier. 

seth smiled as you turned around so you could wrap your arms around his neck, allowing him to rest his hands on your hips to hold you close to him, “you look so pretty right now, you know that?” seth asked softly, gently swaying you from side to side with the rhythm of the music.

you giggled, blushing, “you flatter me,” you mused and seth pressed a soft kiss to your lips as he tightened his grip on your hips, his silent way of telling you he meant his compliment.

when he pulled away, he allowed you to rest your cheek against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as he gently swayed the two of you. both of you relished in the moment, loving being able to silently be in each other's arms and just enjoy the music.

it went on like that for a few more minutes until something seemed to catch seth’s attention that had him stopping his swaying. at the loss of movement, you peeked up at him and followed his gaze only to see that he was looking over at none other than embry call who was waving him over.

you frowned, sliding your hand up to gently squeeze at seth’s bicep to get his attention, “‘s wrong?” you asked softly, a worried expression on your face that had seth also frowning when he looked down at you.

“i’m not sure,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your hair while you looked around for your sister only to see her, edward, and jacob off to the side in what looked to be a rather heated conversation. you let out a heavy sigh when you realized what was going on.

“you wanna sit at the table while i go over there?” he asked softly, gently squeezing your hips to get your attention back on him.

you shook your head, lips still pulled into a frown as you looked up at him, “i’ll come with you,” you murmured and he let out a soft sigh before nodding. you knew he didn’t have a problem with you coming with him, but rather a problem with potentially ruining your night over something stupid with jacob.

seth took his hands off of your hips, instead sliding one hand to rest on your lower back as the two of you walked over to where all the commotion was. in addition to bella, edward, and jacob, you could now see that pretty much the rest of the pack were just past the tree line trying to get jacob to come with him.

“y/n,” bella breathed out a sigh of relief when she saw you. you looked from her, then to edward who was wearing a rather irritated expression, and finally to jacob who looked… pissed off to say the least.

“is everything okay?” you asked as you turned your attention back to bella, still not sure exactly what went down that was causing the entire pack to show up at the cullen’s house. though, these types of issues weren’t exactly new to you or anyone who knew bella. though, you did find it a bit disturbing that there was such a scene at her wedding.

“everything is definitely not fine,” jacob grumbled, answering your question for bella which you didn’t take too kindly to. you shot him a dirty look, mentally calling him a slew of rather unbecoming insults that had edward cracking a smile.

“bella why don’t you go back to the table? i think they’re just about to start dinner,” you suggested, though both you and her knew it was definitely more of an order than a suggestion. you hadn’t done really anything as her maid-of-honor so you figured this was as good a time as any to make sure her wedding went as smoothly as possible.

seth offered your hip a reassuring squeeze when bella slowly nodded, looking from edward then to jacob, “goodbye jake,” she mumbled, only making eye contact with him for a brief moment before she was looking at the ground and walking back to the party with edward.

“what the hell is wrong with you?” you asked jacob as soon as you were sure bella was out of earshot. he looked over at you incredulously, almost as if he couldn’t believe why you were mad at him for nearly ruining your sister’s wedding night, “it’s her wedding day you moron, not yours,” you added, stepping out of seth’s grasp so you could get closer to him, not even remotely close to being done with chewing him out.

“as her sister i think you’d be a little more concerned-” he started but you rolled your eyes, gaze sharpening as you glared at him and cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

“as her sister,” you emphasized before continuing, “i can tell you she doesn’t want you causing a slew of issues on her wedding day. you had weeks to bring all this up with her but you chose to go run off to canada or wherever the fuck you went and wallow in self-pity. i don’t need your self-righteous ass showing up here completely unannounced to make her feel bad about her marriage.” you finished, crossing your arms over your chest as you made sure to give him the most disturbed look you could muster.

despite the fact that you were more than happy to finally have had the opportunity to chew him out, you were shocked seth hadn’t stepped in to stop you yet. you didn’t have too much time to dwell on it though because jacob began to tremble. 

before you even had a moment to react yourself, you heard sam and embry calling your name as seth grabbed you and pulled you over to him just as jacob transformed into a giant wolf, his paws landing exactly where you were not even 2 seconds prior.

seth sucked in a heavy breath, pulling you into a near-suffocating grip as you processed what just happened, “okay that’s enough,” sam ordered, paul and jared stepping out of the tree line in their wolf forms to guide (more like shove) jacob into the tree line so they could finally get him out of there.

“you’re okay, you’re okay,” seth murmured, though it seemed more like he was trying to reassure himself of that as he used one hand to hold your head close to his chest as the other rested on your ribs.

“what happened?” emmett’s voice came from next to you and opened your eyes to see him and jasper both sporting very disturbed expressions as they tried to figure out what just happened.

embry was the first to answer, you and seth both still in a bit too much shock to say anything, “jacob phased and almost hit her,” he explained, somewhere between a sad and frustrated expression on his face. 

thankfully, the cullens and the pack had started to somewhat get along in the past few months so emmett and jasper knew embry and sam would never have knowingly put you in a situation where you could get hurt. both emmett and jasper exchanged mutual looks of concern before embry spoke up again.

“that was way too close,” embry’s voice came from beside you as he spoke to sam, both boys still sporting frowns on their faces. seth pressed his lips to your hair, still quietly murmuring to himself that you were okay.

“y/n i’m sorry,” sam’s voice softened as he spoke to you and you nodded, turning your head so you could rest your other cheek against seth’s chest and look at sam who was looking quite distressed. you imagined it was because he was probably getting some kind of flashbacks to what happened to emily, a memory all of the boys had to share and carry the burden of now.

“‘s not your fault,” you reassured, voice barely above a whisper and sam just nodded, closing his eyes to take a deep breath for a moment before turning his attention back to jasper and emmett.

“we’ll deal with him,” sam reassured as embry stepped over to him, all of you not entirely sure what to say about the events that just transpired.

“let us know if you need any help with it, yea?” emmett asked and sam nodded, seeming a bit relieved and guilty at the same time over the fact that jasper and emmett weren’t mad at him for jacob’s actions. 

sam took another deep breath before responding, “will do,” he said before turning around and heading into the tree line where quil appeared to be waiting in his wolf form. you couldn’t see anyone else so you’d assumed they’d gotten jacob far out of there. 

“are you two okay?” embry asked softly after a moment, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze to get your and seth’s attention.

you nodded, seeing that it was now just the three of you as you took another deep breath before lifting your head from seth’s chest to look up at him, “are you okay?” you asked seth softly, cupping his face with your hands as you watched him anxiously scanning your features, still seeming incredibly freaked out by the whole ordeal.

you held eye contact with him as the two of you took in a deep breath together, grounding yourselves a bit, “i’m okay,” you reassured seth when you realized he wasn’t going you answer your question until he heard your answer for himself.

“you scared me,” he murmured, continuing to take a few deep breaths as he processed everything, “don’t do that again,” he added and you nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. 

“i won’t,” you reassured, rubbing slow circles against his jaw bone with your thumbs, knowing he always did that for you when he wanted to calm you down. it seemed to work well enough and he let his shoulders drop as he exhaled.

“you two let me know if you need me, okay? i’m gonna go check on sam,” embry explained and you nodded, looking over at him and offering him a thankful smile.

he offered you a sad smile back in return, both of you letting out heavy sighs, “don’t beat yourself up about it,” you said to embry, “not your fault,” you added with a small smile and embry nodded, seeming to take your words to heart before he was also stepping into the tree line to phase.

you turned your attention back to seth then, “you wanna go sit down at the table for a bit?” you asked softly, releasing his jaw in favor of sliding your hands down to his biceps, gently squeezing the muscles there while you waited for his response.

seth nodded, “you’re staying with me tonight, right?” he asked, voice sounding a bit more nervous than you would’ve liked. you knew there was no chance he was letting you out of his sight after this so, even though you were planning on staying with him tonight anyway, you knew he needed to have you close to him more than he usually did.

“of course i am,” you reassured, “i’m okay,” you added softly, knowing he’d probably need to hear it a million more times before he actually believed it. 

he nodded, taking another deep inhale, “okay,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head before he slid one hand around your waist and guided you back over to the dinner table.

luckily for the two of you, charlie, renee, and phil seemed a bit caught up with getting ready for speeches so it was just you, seth, and sue at the table.

“everything alright?” sue asked as the two of you came back over, eyebrows creased in concern as she read her son’s features. you nodded, taking seth’s hand as he pulled out your chair and helped you get seated before taking his own seat.

“i think so,” you said softly, smiling a bit to yourself as seth smushed his chair right up against yours so he could wrap his arm around you and pull you close to his side.

sue nodded, “embry explained what happened,” she added, both you and seth letting out soft sighs of relief when you realized you wouldn’t have to explain everything to her, “you didn’t get hurt, right?” she asked, coming to rest her hand on your knee and offering it a gentle squeeze.

you shook your head, peeking over your shoulder to press a quick kiss to seth’s cheek, “all good thanks to him,” you reassured, resting your hand on seth’s thigh in another attempt to reassure him you were alright. 

sue offered the two of you a soft smile, “that’s good,” she said, seeming to breathe out a sigh of relief before continuing, “i need to go check on billy but you two let me know if you need me, okay?” she asked as she got up, giving seth’s shoulder a soft squeeze before she went off to find billy.

seth leaned over to press another kiss to your hair, “you promise you’re alright?” he asked again, his voice a murmur muffled by your hair.

you nodded, peeking up at him, “promise i’m okay,” you reassured, taking his hand and hooking your pinkies together. the two of you had been friends pretty much since you’d been born and always used to do pinky promises to reassure one another so you figured now was as good a time as any to pull out your old habits.

“pinky promise,” you added with a small giggle, taking your intertwined pinkies and pressing a soft kiss to them.

seth let out a breathy laugh at your action, “i love you,” he said softly, sliding his hand up to wrap around the back of your neck and pull you close to him so he could press a soft kiss to his lips that you happily returned.

you were quick to melt against his lips, taking your hands and running them up his chest as he ran his free hand the part of your thigh that was now exposed to him thanks to the slit in your dress, “i love you too clearwater,” you murmured against his lips when he allowed you to part to catch your breath.

his lips curled into a smile at that, seeming to slowly get back to his usual cheery self, “so any update on when you’re gonna let me marry you?” he asked, a teasing glimmer in his eyes that had you giggling despite knowing he’d drop on one knee in a heartbeat if you let him.

“you can ask me in a few months,” you responded teasingly, your own smile getting bigger when you saw the excitement in his eyes, “and maybe i’ll say yes,” you added with a giggle, smiling when seth pulled you back in for another passionate kiss.

you tightened your fists against the fabric of his button-down, tugging him closer to you as he slid his hand up the slit in your dress in a desperate attempt to pull you closer to him, “hey mister and misses clearwater cool it! i’m trying to give a passionate speech here!” emmett’s booming voice teasingly called over the microphone as you immediately felt your cheeks flaming up to a bright red as you and seth parted your lips to look over at emmett who seemed to have just gotten onto the stage for the first speech of the night.

you and seth (along with pretty much every other guest in earshot) let out soft laughs at the comment and you curled into his side, happy to know he’d be by your side for the rest of the night and the rest of your life.

#seth clearwater #seth clearwater x reader #seth clearwater imagine #seth clearwater blurb #seth clearwater fluff #seth clearwater angst #twilight #twilight wolves #twilight wolfpack #imagine #blurb #fluff #angst #wedding #marriage

[sulfurz]

ೃ༄ MEANT TO BE YOURS (sheamus x fem!reader)

ೃ༄ PAIRING: sheamus x fem!reader

ೃ༄ REQUESTED BY: @lambofjudgement

now that I've finished screaming about how much I love your writing I have a request (to fill out your masterlist a little bit) for sheamus jealousy fluff? where the f!reader's been teaming with the brawling brutes for a while and when they're feuding with Imperium the Imperium tries to convince her she's too good for them? Maybe before they're together, where he's trying to convince her to stay by being extra nice and thoughtful or overprotectiveness of "his girl" that he lets slip accidentally? whichever route you take will be awesome I'm sure of it! <3

ೃ༄ WARNINGS: um idk like?!?! possessiveness ig??? sheamus is just hot n y/n fancies him

ೃ༄ WORD COUNT: 2.6k😳

ೃ༄ NOTE: UMMMM can u tell i got carried away……. i love sheamus sm i met him once and he is genuinely the sweetest guy in the world so a stephen request ????? i am in heaven pls enjoy

in theory, the moment you saw the camera you should have known something was coming.

it was one of those peaceful saturday nights on raw, a rare evening where you didn’t have a match to be a part of in any shape or form. you were simply enjoying the energy backstage as you could hear the crowd thrumming beyond the walls, watching matches that didn’t involve you on the monitor. management had requested you come along for some segments, so you were somewhat on guard, but the most you expected was an interview with renee.

you did not expect for the imperium to trudge towards you, trailed by a camera man as they came over with their proposition.

“are you ready to be on the losing side again?” gunther asked, trailed by his lackeys sad they stopped before you, circling like hyenas on the prowl.

you could only cross your arms in defence. “what makes you so sure we’ll lose?”

ludwig laughed from his leader’s left side, an air of certainess to his posture. “oh come on, y/n. you know as much as we do. you’re too good for those brutes, pardon the pun.”

the brutes in question being the stable you had taken on under your management. the brawling brutes were a separate endeavour to your solo career, but it was no secret the group had thrived under your care. if you had been coerced into joining in the first place by a particularly charming irish man, no one would have to know, either. it just so happened your management were looking for another way to push you, and acting as manager for such a powerful stable seemed like a dream when that opportunity fell in your lap.

but of course, once you proved to yourself and the rest of the wwe universe that you knew how to handle yourself both inside and outside of the ring, it wasn’t long before others tried to hunt you down. the brawling brutes were gaining power quicker than a steamroller, and of course people would give anything to stop them in their tracks.

“and what’s in it for me? if i betray them?” you crossed your arms in front of your chest, playing up to the camera, but asking more for your own gain than anything.

“unprecedented power, y/n. sweet, sweet power.” gunther added, motioning for the rest of his stable to follow as he began to walk away. “think about it, you’ll make the right decision.”

—

you gave a knock to the men’s dressing room door, a telltale shout of ‘decent’ giving away exactly who was in there — his accent certainly stood out amongst most.

pushing open the door, you were met by one single figure hanging back, but the man you needed to see. sheamus was standing there as decent as decent could be for a wwe superstar. it made you blush slightly, but you couldn’t quite understand why. you were used to going arm in arm with the man weekly when he was in nothing more than tight underwear and body oil — yet seeing him standing, clad in nothing but sweats, felt more intimate than before.

“heya, sweetheart.” he mused, charming as ever even when his in ring persona was lessened by the absence of cameras. “missed me that much?”

you rolled your eyes fondly, giving a light shove to his shoulder as you passed to take your place on a bench nearby. “don’t flatter yourself.”

sheamus grinned, a secondary emotion that you couldn’t place flashing past his eyes momentarily. he would never relent, and whilst you always had a rebuttal on the tip of your tongue, you wouldn’t deny how you were consistently forced to turn away, mainly so the man couldn’t see the reddening of your cheeks.

as the leader of the brawling brutes, it was sheamus who you came into contact with the most, and the two of you had built an interesting dynamic over the past few months. he had never hidden his affections for you in the ring, always jumping at an opportunity to be by your side, but you had foolishly put this down to his character, and never thought much of it. he was a naturally charming man, wildly different from everyone else in the roster, and it would have been easy to fall for someone like that. so, aware he was simply just being a character, you shut yourself down to every attempt to place that charm on you, not allowing the possibility for heartbreak.

“i had an interesting conversation today.” you commented quietly, crossing one leg over the other as you watched sheamus ruffle his wet hair from the shower with a towel (bright pink, and strangely familiar? was that a little decal of a flower? where did he get your towel from????). “let’s just say the last thing i was expecting today was to be accosted by imperium.”

sheamus stopped his drying motions immediately, hands coming back down to his side. “imperium? what the hell are they doing? trying to intimidate you?”

you hummed, considering how to approach this. “quite the opposite. in fact, they’ve got it into their minds that i’d be better off by their side, instead of yours.”

then, sheamus barked out a laugh and returned to his prior movements, seemingly unconcerned by the initial offer from your opponents. “well, can’t fault them for trying. as if they’re worthy of you.”

you stayed silent, watching as your friend and in ring partner raided his gym bag in search of a shirt.

“i mean. they’re not wrong when they suggest my style fits theirs slightly better. when i’m on my own i think anyone would have put me with them over you guys.”

silence met you, and when you glanced at sheamus, he wasn’t even looking in your direction. too focused on untangling his shirt straps. for a moment you thought, if that was how much he cared, then you might just take imperium up on their offer—

“you really think that?” sheamus asked darkly, not sparing a glance to his side.

shrugging, you added “i mean, we don’t know for certain but, what have you exactly got to offer me in terms of furthering my career?”

sheamus barked a laugh, but it was void of any humour. “i could list a million reasons why you suit us, sweetheart. how many do you want?”

you raised an eyebrow, his tone rattling straight through you. he was intimidating when he wanted to be, and it was clear that on stage persona was blurring with the man behind the camera for just a second.

“stephen.” you offered as warning, rarely choosing to use superstars’ real names unless the moment required it.

he spun quickly, taking one look at you before any of that hardness slipped away from his features and he was back to looking at you with a level of respect and awe.

“you’ve seen what we can do with you by our sides, y/n. you’re a warrior in and out of the ring. imperium don’t want to further your career, they want to use you for their own benefit.” he took a moment to pull the shirt over his head, before making his way to sit beside you. there was a couple of feet between your positions, but somehow the distance felt even greater.

you hummed, contemplating for just a second. “and? isn’t that what you’re doing? using me for your own benefit?”

when sheamus spoke again, there wasn’t the harshness in his tone like there was before, replaced by the sound of honey dripping off of every word. “we’ve never used you. sure, there’s no denying we’re better with you by our side, but you did all that. imperium want to use you as a pretty show piece, but to us you’re our lifeline.”

you smiled everso slightly, more having to fight the upturn of your lips than anything. “sure you don’t just like a hot woman on your arm every night?”

your stable mate grinned, playfulness returning to the air as he buttered you up. “sure, that’s a bonus, sweetheart. but you’re so much more than that.”

if your heart fluttered slightly at the tone he used, deep and rooted with genuineness, you wouldn’t tell anyone. that was a secret for you to keep.

“you’re a fool if you think we only want you to make us look good.” sheamus began again, shameless as he reached across the space between your bodies, brushing a stray strand of your hair away from your face and behind your ear. another flutter of your heart, this time more like a whisper of wind. “imperium want you to be their arm candy, we want you to be our soul. half the stuff we do wouldn’t be possible without you. you’re one of the strongest women in the roster right now, and that’s not just opinion but a fact, and it’s an honour getting to prove that. you can hold your own, hey, you can be even better, amongst the men, and i think that says everything.”

“you think that highly of me?” you asked, half jokingly, half from a place of needing reassurance. it was easy to doubt yourself amongst so many powerful opponents. “you’re already fighting pretty hard to get me to stay and i barely said anything.”

“you said enough for me to know i don’t want them getting their hands on you.” sheamus muttered, and suddenly the gap between the two of you seemed much smaller than before. “i won’t let them take my girl away that easily.”

your eyes widened at the same time his own demeanour cracked, both noticing the slip of tongue at the same time. again, you were used to the flirting the irish man undertook in the ring, and half of the time outside of it, but any semblance that those layers ran deeper than just kayfabe and your head was in a spin.

another knock at the door brought you out of the moment, a staff member poking his head in to let the two of you know they were closing up soon.

so with a few last goodbyes, you parted ways, this time with a new feeling of confusion in your chest. it was no longer the question of whether the brawling brutes wanted you more than the imperium, but now whether sheamus wanted you more than you wanted to leave.

—

after the segments on the show the week prior, it was no shock when the brawling brutes had one of their promos cut by the imperium themselves. you had expected it really, but it didn’t make the image of the four men wandering down the ramp towards the ring any less intimidating.

you stood just by the curtain of the ring, watching in concern as predator stalked their prey. you could see imperiums eyes on you, and you knew sheamus had noticed too, for he seemed to step in between their view of you protectively.

“well if it isn’t our favourite manager and her lackeys.” gunter began, practically toe to toe with sheamus as they stood leader against leader. “have you given any thought to our little conversation last week, y/n?”

before you could even react, sheamus was speaking on your behalf. “she doesn’t want to run around with little boys, she wants to stick with the men.”

gunther only chuckled into the mic, not quick enough to give his own response before giovanni was adding in himself, “if she wants men, she’s with the wrong team.”

“i wonder, if we asked her now, who’d she’s choose?” gunther challenged, the crowd hollering for you to join the conversation.

“stop fooling yourself, gunther, it’s getting embarrassing—“

sheamus was cut off by gunther once more “why don’t we let the little lady speak for herself?”

if the imperium wanted brownie points, they certainly weren’t getting them speaking about you like that. sheamus seemed to think the same, if the way his fists clenched had anything to do with it. he didn’t seem happy about it, but turned to offer you a hand to climb in the ring nonetheless.

you took his offer of help, jumping inside and trying to ignore how you were sure he was squeezing your hand just a little harder than usual. he seemed reluctant to even let go, but dropped the contact only when butch offered you his own mic to join the chorus.

the outcome of this promo was up to you, your manager had made sure that you knew that fact. he was prepared to damage control whichever side you chose, but how was the moment, and you were more unsure than ever. one look at imperium had you wanting to change allegiance. for all the talk about their true intentions, you knew one thing for certain, and that was imperiums power. they were a force to be reckoned with, and having gunther as an ally? that could do wonders for your career both in the stable and in your own solo endeavours.

yet, as you glanced to your side, seeing how sheamus watched you with uncertainty, the decision began to unblur.

he hadn’t spoken to you since the little dialogue mishap in the locker room. you had, at first, thought maybe he was disgusted by his own words, wishing he could take them back out of sheer unhappiness — but when you looked at him now, you could see past sheamus, and just see stephen, and you realised everything he had said was true.

“sheamus over here seems to have gotten it into his head that your allegiance to him is stronger than your want for success.” gunther’s menacing tone brought you out of your realisation, and you turned back to see how the man towered over you. “but you and i know better, don’t we, y/n? you’re a strong woman, you’ll make the right decision.”

a deep breath. “you’re right gunther.” a gasp echoed throughout the crowd as you seemingly made your decision to turn sides. the man in question watched you with a sly smirk, thinking his plan had worked. “my want for success is stronger than anything. so, i have to choose the side i know will get me there.”

you could practically feel the panicked looks of the brawling brutes, and when you turned to hand butch his microphone back, the expressions of betrayal were just as expected — especially from one particular redhead.

taking a step back, you made to stand with the imperium, facing your other stable-mates as the crowd shouted all sorts of nonsense directed at you, surely horrified by your abandonment. you waited a second, revelling in the reaction and allowing the imperium to glow in what they thought was a victory, before in one swift motion, you landed a back elbow straight into gunther’s stomach.

the crowd cheered again, and you wasted no time in stepping back across the ring to sheamus’ side, the grin creeping across the man’s face larger than you had ever seen before.

as you joined back by his side, he didn’t bother removing the microphone from his lips as he solidified his comment from the week prior. “that’s my girl.”

for once, you didn’t think about consequences, not caring that this wasn’t part of the plan or even prior discussed by the two of you — you knew he wanted it as badly as you by now. so, in one swift motion, coupled with a whisper of ‘your girl’, you grabbed sheamus by the back of the neck and pulled him down to crash your lips together.

if the shout from the rest of the brawling brutes was loud in your ear, the screams of the audience were practically deafening, but you barely focused on the reaction as sheamus dropped the microphone he held to the floor in favour of grabbing ahold of your waist.

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[lonelywhalien22]

trust me

pairing: bang chan x reader

rating/genre: comfort, fluff, sprinkle of angst

summary: you're having a bad day and your boyfriend chan is there to try and make you feel better.

warnings: reader is low key hella sad in this (take care of yourselves yall <3) + a steamy kiss (very self indulgent ik i'm sorry)

word count: 2.7k

song(s) to listen to while reading: steamroller by phoebe bridgers (reader is hella sad so are we surprised lol), renee's song by bazzi, fall by chloe x halle

note: while i try to tame some bigger fic ideas into submission i'll occasionally polish up + share some of my more decent smaller pieces from years past. pretty sure i wrote this one in the throws of the p*ndemic while struggling with college and feeling hella touch starved...so yeah...enjoy lol <3

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It was one of those days - one where that funny feeling had bubbled up inside of you, seemingly out of nowhere. You knew it all too well by now, knew its signs and its symptoms. One moment you’d be fine, and then it would happen - a dreaded phone call for an appointment that you could no longer put off, a tedious task at work, a much needed item that you’d misplaced and couldn’t find - sometimes it was all of these things in one day and more, and suddenly you weren’t ok. And as much as you’d try to not let all the frustrations of life get to you, as much as you’d try to hold on to the good, to the light, sometimes bit by bit it would still slip from your grasp until you were tired of trying and there was nothing left inside of you but a dull gray.

You hated when you got in these sorts of moods - used to think there'd be some stage in life, some milestone you could reach, thing you could achieve that would make them go away forever, but you’d survived enough of them by now to know that it was a lifelong battle. There were highs and lows, and today just happened to be one of the lows.

Today also just happened to be one where your boyfriend Bang Chan was supposed to be coming over. His presence was one that so often brought light into your life - fun and laughter and a smile to every situation, but despite having accepted that you were in a sour mood, the thought of him seeing you this way made you feel worse instead of better - like a recluse undeserving of such sweet affection. As if he could hear your thoughts from afar, your cellphone began ringing on the kitchen table, temporarily snapping you right out of your self pity.

“Am I still good to stop by in an hour?" You could practically hear the excitement in his voice, imagining his charming smile immediately, but the warmth in your chest only lasted for a second before you just felt even more upset with yourself. You didn’t wanna burden him with your feelings - tramp all over his joy with your frustration.

"Hey Chan. I'm sorry, but I'm kind of feeling like trash right now." You thought maybe that would be the end of it, hoped that he would read between the lines, but he was completely oblivious, a caring tone seeping into his words as he tried to help you instead.

"Are you sick? I can pick up something for you and bring it by if you want.”

"No, that's not exactly it," you began, struggling to find the words. There was a long pause on the line, and you could hear Chan shifting, as if he was sitting up. You cursed in your head. There was no way he was gonna let this go now - not when you were being so distant. 

“Babe, you know you can tell me anything right?” His use of the nickname made your heart flutter again, gently coaxing you to open up to him - to be honest.

“I know.” 

“Then talk to me.”

“I just…I don’t know, it’s stupid.”

“Nothing you say is stupid,” Chan said immediately. “Tell me what’s going on.”

You let out a sigh before nervously continuing. “It’s just…sometimes I’ll get in this really weird headspace and it makes me feel like crap and...I'm just annoyed with myself. I'm sorry if that doesn't make any sense...I think maybe I just need to be alone right now," you tried to get the last words out but began to break down a little as you really thought about what you’d said. Something about hearing it out loud made it feel all the more real, your eyes beginning to water and throat beginning to dry up.

“It sounds like you're upset. You sure you don't want me to come over?” 

You took a big breath, trying to calm yourself before speaking again, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t find it in you to say anything else. It felt paralyzing - being stuck between the part of you that just wanted him to be with you and the part that was afraid you’d scare him away forever with your feelings. The more you thought about it the more emotional you got, and you felt a tear run down your cheek before you started to sob silently into the phone.

"Babe? Y/n?” Chan asked, voice becoming laced with concern. 

"Yeah?" It was all you could manage to sob out.

"I'm coming over right now," he said quickly, making the decision for you. You could already hear shuffling sounds in the background as he presumably scrambled to grab his things.

"Give me like twenty minutes ok? And just stay on the line with me please? Can you do that for me?" 

"Yeah. I'm sorry." 

“There's nothing to be sorry for," Chan said softly.

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In less than twenty minutes you heard a hurried knock on your door. Hanging up on your phone, you pulled yourself off of the couch and shuffled over to the entrance of your apartment, unlocking and pulling open the door to reveal your boyfriend's slightly panicked face.

“Hey…” he whispered gently when he saw you. You moved out of the way and he quickly stepped inside, setting down a bunch of bags before he turned back around and immediately enveloped you in his arms. The warmth of his body pressed against yours easily disarmed you, walls falling down so that all you could think about was his sturdy embrace. 

"I'm sorry,” you mumbled into his chest, trying to look at him. “I didn't mean to worry y-" 

"Hmm. Shush. No apologizing. Just let me hold you for a minute, yeah?" 

You nodded your head against him, silent as you slowly relaxed all the muscles in your body and let yourself really feel his warmth, feel all of the love radiating from his body into yours. He smelled like his shower gel, a hint of spearmint seeping into your lungs as your breathing began to slow and your eyes closed, whizzing thoughts in your head beginning to dissipate one by one. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his black sweater, holding on as if you never wanted to let go, and he let you - staying wrapped around you for an entire minute, just like he said. One of his hands stayed firmly wrapped around your waist while the other went up to start rubbing all the way from your head to the middle of your back, repeating the motion leisurely. You released a sigh of content as he did this, feeling yourself start to calm down, heart rate beginning to slow. Eventually he loosened his arms just enough to pull back a little and look at your tear-stained face.

"Let's sit down and I'll get you some food to eat hmm?" he said quietly, thumb wiping across your wet cheeks. You nodded, feeling a bit like a child as he lead you to your couch and wrapped a blanket around you before getting you some food from one of the bags he brought. When he came back you noticed his hair was a bit wet, presumably still drying from a shower he must have taken right before calling you, strands curling from the dampness. And as you looked down at the container of food he’d placed in your hands you realized it was your favorite meal from your favorite place. He even remembered how you always asked for extra sauce. 

Chan stayed silent as you slowly picked up your fork and began to eat, still sniffling a little. He easily found the remote to your tv, switching it on in a practiced familiarity, and put on one of your favorite movies, letting it play softly in the background before digging in to his own food.

When you’d both finished eating, he silently patted his lap, and you knew without any explanation that he was asking you to lean yourself back into his embrace. You did so shyly, Chan grabbing the blanket and draping it around the two of you before he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you even closer. Finally you relaxed, leaning your head into the crook of his neck and turning slightly so that you could shamelessly wrap your arms around his middle, no longer even focusing on the tv at all. It felt so comforting to be in his arms that your eyes immediately began to close, his embrace luring you to sleep.

————

When you woke up it was dark outside. You blinked a couple times, shifting slightly before realizing that you were still completely wrapped up in Chan’s arms. To your embarrassment, you caught him peeking at you with the softest look on his face, your heart beating a little faster because you’d never been this close to him for so long before. 

“Better?” he asked you simply, thumb moving to rub against your elbow gently.

You opened your eyes a bit wider, immediately beginning to shift up on the couch.

“I’m sorry, I didn't realize how late it was," you said quickly instead of answering his question, feeling guilty as you shifted a little from his embrace. You’d essentially used him as your own personal pillow for who knows how many hours. “I didn’t mean to keep you here like that for so long,” you continued to ramble, but Chan only shook his head in response.

“Y/n. Hey - look at me,” Chan said with a soothing tone. You stopped your shuffling and did as he asked.

“Do you feel better?” he repeated his question from earlier, and you finally nodded a little before picking at the blanket on your lap.

“Yeah. I’m just sorry I wasted your time because of some dumb mood I was in," you responded, annoyed with yourself as you pushed your hair out of your face roughly.

“You know it’s not a crime to feel sad, right?” Chan started gently after a couple beats of silence, clearly trying to find the right words as his thumb continued to lightly rub against your skin. “Even if there isn’t a clear reason - that doesn’t make how you’re feeling any less real.”

“I guess.” You dismissed his words easily, clearly not taking them to heart.

"Why do you always do that?" he asked lightly.

"What do you mean?”

"Talk yourself down. Dismiss how you're feeling,” he elaborated, a little concern in his voice once again. “It makes me worry about you.” 

Your eyes widened in surprise before you looked off to the side. 

“I don’t know, I guess it’s just out of habit.”

Chan tapped your elbow, silently asking you to look at him again. 

"Can I tell you something?” he whispered into the quiet. You nodded curiously.

"I care about you - so much that it scares me sometimes,” he said earnestly, raking a hand through his hair. "You're so thoughtful, so kind, such an amazing listener - you make it so easy for me to be honest about how I'm feeling, and I've never felt more comfortable talking to anyone else,” he continued, looking down a little as he said that last part.

His words made you feel shy all over again, not expecting him to be so open with you. You willed yourself to keep looking at him.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is that…I wanna make you feel safe too - safe to share how you’re feeling with me, the good and the bad. Because that’s how you make me feel.” 

“Chan…” you said, lightly smacking his arm in jest as you looked away from him, tears flooding your eyes for a different reason. But he just leaned forward and kissed your temple, pulling you back into his arms gently before continuing.

“Trust me, ok?” Chan asked as you nodded into his chest. “I want you to know that you can always share how you’re feeling with me - even if it’s sad or you don’t think it makes any sense - even if I can’t fix it for you - I’ll always at least be here to listen, I promise. Just don’t hide from me, yeah?”

Tears were falling from your eyes now - not because you were sad, but because Chan’s care for you felt so unconditional, so devoid of judgement - and you’d never known care like that from a partner before. You didn’t have any words to respond in that moment - all you knew was that you wished the two of you could stay on your couch, just like this, forever. 

"I didn't mean to make you cry again," Chan said, a little worried as he saw your expression. "Let me get you some t -”

But you leaned up and kissed him gently, cutting off his words. This wasn't your first kiss, but it was definitely the first that you had initiated. Usually you would just stare at his lips longingly or give the tiniest of hints until he finally caught on to what you wanted, but this time you couldn't hold yourself back. You just felt this boost of confidence, an unrelenting need to express a feeling that words couldn't define. 

Chan was shocked at first, but he quickly fell into it, closing his eyes and immediately wrapping his hands around your waist oh so gently as his lips began to move against yours slowly, lightly, with the utmost care. You each tilted your heads instinctively to opposite sides, still not coming up for any air as you maneuvered yourself back into his lap and brought a hand up to caress the side of his face before combing your fingers through his hair instead, a tiny noise of contentment leaving you in that moment. 

“Y/n…” he groaned softly against your smiling lips. 

"Hmmm?" you responded, still in a feeling of utter bliss. Your other hand was rubbing across his upper chest and shoulder soothingly, and you leaned in and kissed him again before he could even muster enough sense to respond, unable to stop yourself. Chan’s lips began moving against yours again, and he started to lean forward until your back was against a pillow on the couch and he was hovering over you completely. It felt as if he was trying to reach your heart with just the movements his warm, pillowy lips made against yours.

His thumbs started rubbing soothing circles into your waist and you felt like you were floating on a cloud, mind becoming hazy as your head became filled with thoughts of him and only him. He left three final pecks on your lips, finally mustering enough self control to pull back before things got even more heated. His hands slid from your waist all the way up to your cheeks, caressing them softly. 

You were smiling softly but genuinely, in complete bliss as he leaned in and kissed your forehead sweetly before finally saying, “I love you, you know?"

“I love you too,” you whispered quietly, just enough for him to hear. 

He rubbed his thumb near the corner of your lips, eyes crawling all over your face before he said a little regretfully, "I hate for this to end but I don't wanna keep you up any later than it already is."

“Then just stay over for the night. Please?" you begged a little bit and put a pout on your face. He immediately kissed it off of you and you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

"Are you sure?"

Neither of you had ever spent the night at each other's place, so it was completely new territory and you could tell he didn’t want to seem like he was taking advantage of the entire situation. You shifted up a little to kiss his forehead back.

“Chan, I want you to. I promise. Please?”

You meant every word. You wanted nothing more than to hold him all night long.

"Ok," he said quietly, grin growing on his face until you saw that cheeky smile you loved so dearly.

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That night was one of the most peaceful you’d ever had in recent memory. Buried deep under your sheets, nestled under the stars, you curled yourself into his arms - so close that you could feel his heartbeat against your cheek, slow and steady. And you fell asleep just like that - sweet dreams eventually melting away into the morning sun.

#bang chan imagines #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #bang chan fluff #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #bang chan x reader #stray kids x reader #skz x reader

[wishbonetea]

as a birthday present to myself and in celebration of getting new content for the first time in YEARS (nora i owe u my life), i'm posting the first sneak peak of Of Smoke & Bone Part II: Of Fear & Fury!

Full sneak peak under the cut.

Read the fic on AO3 here!

Of Smoke & Bone In general, Neil Josten managed to keep his two lives in balance. On the one hand, he was a nineteen year old art student in Prague with a part-time job in a mostly-normal coffee shop. On the other, he, Allison, and Renee worked for an inhuman creature, running errands in exchange for wishes. For the most part, these two lives rarely intersect. But it’s fair to say that the Foxes bring their own brand of trouble, and Neil’s two lives soon start to collide.

The first thing Dan registered when she woke up—the first thing she always registered when she woke up—was Matt’s arm wrapped around her waist and the warmth of his breath against her chest. She blinked fuzzily at the ceiling, trying to rid the awful taste in her mouth with her tongue. Despite the warmth of Matt’s arm and breath, it didn’t quite cancel out the throbbing headache that kept her just out of comfort’s reach.

She missed the days of waking up after a night of drinking without a hangover. She was only twenty-three years old but she already missed the days of her youth. Back then, she could wake up and get back to work no matter what happened the day before. Now, she had to deal with the consequences of her actions, and it sucked. She let her eyes fall closed again and it didn’t take her long to drift back into dreams.

When she woke again, it was to the vibration of her phone on her bedside table. She blinked until her eyes finally focused and tried to reach for it without waking Matt. It didn’t work, and her stomach turned at the movement. When Matt grumbled something incoherent as he rolled onto his side, she made a gentle shushing sound. Dan waited until her nausea subsided before trying to sit up. After grabbing for the phone, she wound her arm back around him to read over his shoulder. Matt’s only response was to tug at her arm until she wound it tighter around him, and he snuggled back against her chest and under the duvet. She pressed a kiss into his hair, and it still smelled like the branded gel he insisted was better than the cheaper alternatives. Matt was born into money, and there were some habits he couldn’t shake even when budgeting as a student.

She struggled to read the notification through her eyelashes since the screen was far too bright for a Sunday morning, yet even when she could read it clearly, it took several moments of fumbling through memories until she processed what the words meant.

@TheKathyFerdinand: Painter Kevin Day talks to us at @RAYLEIGHMAGAZINE about his departure from @EdgarAllanUniversity, finding his feet at @PSUoftheArts, and his first solo exhibition. Read the full interview here.

Of course. The interview.

The interview that was supposed to be Kevin’s re-debut and—what Dan had hoped—PSUA’s big introduction to the world outside of Prague. She knew better than to hope for no slip-ups, but she hadn’t anticipated Neil turning on Riko like that. Riko was the kind of man who’d let his popularity go straight to his head, and the worst part was that until she found out what he had done to Kevin, she had thought he deserved his popularity. Riko’s art was exceptional, so he had the right to be a little arrogant, she’d thought. Until Kevin came to PSUA, she’d even been glad that a man like Riko existed. She’d been thrilled that two men of colour were dominating the art scene in London like Riko and Kevin were. A part of her was still glad. Riko’s behaviour and attitude were unforgivable, but he still served as a good role model to kids that looked like him.

Right up until Dan remembered Wymack telling them about Riko’s connections with the fucking mafia.

She didn’t know what to think of that yet, and her current state of mind wasn’t the best state of mind to think about it for too long. She pushed it from her thoughts and pretended she didn’t know what she knew. It wasn’t going to solve anything in the long run, but it would have to do until she had a chance to talk to Wymack about it in more depth.

Reading Kathy’s article did wonders to refresh her memories of the interview. Dan had known that Kathy would draw attention to Neil’s cutting criticism of Riko and Edgar Allan, but her report made Riko’s icy entitlement look like he spent weekends at soup kitchens and environmentalist protests. Kathy had called Neil a spitfire in person, but the Neil she had written was more like a bomb going off, obliterating anything in its focus.

So all in all, Kathy’s interview hadn’t exactly been kind to Neil, but she had certainly paid attention to what Neil had said.

“Matt,” Dan hissed. “Matt. Wake up.”

“What?” he mumbled.

“Kathy Ferdinand posted her interview with Neil and Kevin.”

“What?”

“Here. Listen. ‘When I asked Riko Moriyama to join me in Prague for Kevin’s first solo show—not only since leaving Edgar Allan, but ever—I thought Kevin would appreciate the surprise. Yet when Riko entered from behind the scenes, so to speak, it seemed that I was the one in for a surprise. You’ll be surprised to know that last night’s exhibition was the first time Riko and Kevin had spoken since Kevin broke his hand in a skiing accident last month (you can find more details in January’s edition, Peonies Fall For Kings, available here). Yet it wasn’t the heartwarming reunion I was expecting. Instigated by Kevin’s new friend and potential collaborative partner, Neil Josten, Kevin soon revealed that he wasn’t intending on returning to Edgar Allan when his hand heals like we all presumed. Even Riko believed that Kevin was only to stay in Prague temporarily. The works on display were all paintings Kevin had made during his time here in London, but he certainly hinted at plans to start afresh. And it doesn’t seem that Riko is holding onto the past either. When questioned about his plans for the Ravens to continue recruiting in Europe, Riko told me that the Ravens hadn’t altered their schedule for Kevin’s injury and had no intention to do so in the future. Riko believes that Kevin has been left behind, but that he’s ready to welcome his brother home when Kevin is recovered once more. It seems that Kevin, however, had discussed his plans for his future with his new friends in Prague. Neil didn’t sound surprised that Riko expected Kevin to return to London, but was confident that Kevin had nothing to return to. Neil’s quick defence of Kevin reminds me of the earlier days of Riko and Kevin’s partnership, back when the media speculated that such a pairing would hold the two young artists back. It makes me wonder whether Kevin has founded a replacement art collective to rival Edgar Allan’s Ravens, and I personally cannot wait to see what comes of it.’”

“Shit,” was all Matt said.

Dan huffed a laugh. “Yeah. Shit.”

Matt rolled over to face her again and buried his face into her neck. “You need to send that to Neil,” he said between planting kisses that tickled her skin. “He’d freak.”

Dan was momentarily distracted by the roughened timber of his voice to process his words. She paused. “Oh my god that’s so funny, freak? Or, Oh my god we’re all gonna die and I’m gonna flee the country, freak?”

“Neil wouldn’t flee the country.”

“Neil would definitely flee the country.”

Matt rolled onto his back and Dan watched as he blinked up at the ceiling and waited for his vision to focus. He scrubbed the sleep from his eyes to speed it along and turned his head to look at her. He looked as awful as she felt. She’d been the one to suggest they go to The Foxhole Court for a few hours, but there was no way the Foxes wouldn’t turn ordering in into a small party. They’d put away most of two bottles of vodka even without Neil and Renee helping them. Dan hadn’t been counting but it looked like Kevin almost had one all to himself. She didn’t blame him, considering what had happened, but it reminded her too much of Matt and Seth’s own addictions for her to feel entirely at ease with it.

“Okay, yeah, he would. But only for a week,” Matt eventually said. “He’d come back.”

“Plus,” she added, tangling her socked feet with his, “we know too much.”

Matt laughed at that. “Yeah. All that blackmail material like how he takes his coffee and what his favourite colour is.”

She prodded his chest. “Hey. That took me six weeks to get out of him.”

Matt pulled her into his side. “I know. It took me seven to get him to admit he liked cats.”

Dan huffed a laugh and raised her phone to her face once again, copying the link from the article and sending it to the Foxes’ group chat. Even though Matt was right next to her, and had already made his opinion known, he still tapped out a reply.

Dan sent a link Mattata: i’m gonna print and frame that Mattata: that belongs on the wall DamnWilds: i think we need a social media channel for us DamnWilds: look at the comments DamnWilds: ever since @im fine roasted riko to shit people wanna know who we r DamnWilds: weve got everyones attention but if we play this right we can keep it DamnWilds: if we film us working and do interviews with the student mag people might root for the underdog Catty Bitch: how can you encourage @im fine to open his mouth in public? he does bad enough 1-1 im fine: I’m not that bad. Catty Bitch: sweetie do you even remember yesterday The Gay Cousin: neil might not remember it but riko sure does Mattata: neil made riko look like a stupid asshole who sells out friends on a daily basis

Matt continued tapping something on his phone even though Dan could see the three typing indicators on the group chat weren’t showing. After a second or two he sat up and shuffled to the end of the bed, reaching over to the bluetooth printer perched on the edge of the desk. After turning it on, and waiting for it to make its usual grumbles of life, Dan heard the typical squeaks of something being printed out. She watched in curiosity until Matt lifted two sheets of A4 paper with a PDF of the article.

“I’m serious,” Matt said. “This is going on the wall.”

He was referring to a stretch of wall in The Foxhole Court’s staff lounge that had been covered in photographs of the team. Some of them were official: photographs of Wymack and Abby with famous people who had somehow stumbled in since the café opened in the nineties, and photographs and snippets of articles clipped from newspapers and local magazines. The majority of the pictures, however, were taken by Dan and Seth. These were scattered everywhere and anywhere they could fit and were held up with blutack and tape. One entire corner was a clump of photos of the Foxes turned into memes.

Dan grinned. She opened her mouth to reply when her own phone started ringing. She expected it to be Allison or Renee but was surprised when Wymack’s contact was displayed. She hit the green answer button and put him on speaker.

“What’s up?” she asked.When Wymack spoke he sounded weary and she felt heavy stones lay to rest in the pit of her stomach. “Get everyone down to Court, would you? We need to talk.”

#aftg #tfc #wishboneverse: of smoke and bone #aftg fic

[lix-ables]

𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 — hhj.

🌷mdni, this post contains smut, dirty talk, f rec, slight grinding, edging, semi public shtuff eep, hyunjin is a big tease like always (babies get caught too omg).

🌷WORDS ! 1.6k

🌷note. my brain really needed a museum date, (still do, anyone up for it? jk) and honestly, after those recent skz posts? i needed this written, for my sanity. this is the first time writing this theme? enjoy lovvies. feedback is always appreciated !! not proofread don't @ me

🌷© lix-ables. translating and/or reposting is not allowed.

🌷masterlist

“now, we’re moving on to the next piece, which is the replica of the lovers II, originally made in 1928 by rene magritte, a oil on canvas, depicting two individuals locked in an embrace. as you can see the figures are kissing one another through the veils, being situated in a room with a black wall, a side wall, and it has the ceiling showing…” the gallery assistant addresses the group of people of all ages, but hyunjin didn’t pay too much attention. he couldn’t, no matter how much he tried. his eyes were on you.

now, if he came another time, when he was less distracted, he would’ve paid so much more attention than currently, but today especially, you were all he could see, and focus on. coming to a commercial art gallery was a good idea, he thought, for a date. what he didn’t think was how tuned out he would be, since the moment he saw you in that dress - a plain blue sleeveless dress, with soft frills at the hem, and in your hand was a denim jacket. the way you half-jogged to himthe door closing right behind you. a teeny bit of your thighs being exposed to him made him groan inwardly.

“hi baby, sorry i’m late,” you huff, joining hyunjin and the crowd, slipping your hand into your boyfriend’s, your fingers loose in his. he presses a kiss to your hair, his hand tugging you closer by your waist just as the assistant speaks again, her voice slightly hushed, but echoing in the other side. “you can explore the exhibit by yourself now, do let me or my colleague know if you need help with anything at all.”

“i still don’t understand why we’re here, babe,” hyunjin mumbles when you pull him towards one of the paintings near the exit. “i thought you're the only art i needed in my life." your hand slips out of his, laughing at his statement, as you press a small kiss to his cheek, moving closer to the painting in front of you. “so cheesy, aren’t you?” “what? i’m just being truthful here,” he pulls you back to him so your back is against his chest, his breath slow and warm on your skin.

hyunjin pulls away, turning you around to face him, his eyes wandering all over your face, while a hand reaches into his jacket pocket, bringing something out, and you look at him, confused. your hand moves to rest on his chest, smoothing out the small creases on his jacket material. “quite dressed up aren’t you?” you smile, just as he holds out a navy blue box in between the two of you. “what’s this?” you whisper, fingers moving nimbly to open the magnetic lid it had. “open it,” hyunjin hums, a small smile resting on his face, watching you fiddling with the lid to see the content inside - a pink dainty single flower necklace sat at the bottom, and you let out a gasp, running a finger across the delicate object and the details all over it. “do you llke it?” hyunjin asks, and you hug him, pulling his body close to yours, your fingers wrapped around the nape of his neck, as you feel him nuzzle his nose into your neck. “i’ll take that as a yes then,” he chuckles, when you turn around, asking him to help you with the necklace.

his mind roams around how pretty you’d look with that necklace when he first bought it, but it always made him go back to the thought of how much more prettier you’d look with only the necklace around your neck - and nothing else. your skin bare, just that single simple flower resting on your body, as his fingers explored your skin, touching you delicately with his fingers, trailing small butterfly kisses to your skin as he did so, until he moved to your centre, imagining himself resting between your legs for all his life.

“how does it look?” you question, breaking him from his thoughts, and he focuses back to reality. instead of replying he drags you by your wrist toward the exit, opening the door and letting you walk in front of him, his hand resting at the small of your back.

“hyunnie, where are we going? i just got here, and there’s so much i want to see -” you start, only for him to pull you to him, his lips on yours almost immediately, his fingers curling around your neck, his other resting on your waist, gripping the dress material tightly in his fingers. you moan into the kiss, leaning into him even more, like you were high on him and kisses, like you needed his kisses to live.

your eyelids flutter when he pulls away, licking his lips, a small laugh leaving him when he notices your eyes still closed, his thumb caressing your cheek, making you look at him. “you still want to go back?” he asks, laughing when you shake your head, because clearly it didn’t look like you wanted to head back into the gallery. “we can go another time,” you suck in a breath, your fingers wrapped around his wrist, and now you’re dragging him to the slightly dark alleyway right behind the gallery, letting him pin you against the bricked wall.

hyunjin rests his head on your shoulder, his lips resting on your skin, giving you shivers, even when it wasn’t really that cold out. his earlier thoughts return and he decides to be truthful, lifting his head up back to look at you, his fingers reaching to twirl a strand of your hair. “you know what i want to see?” you shake your head slowly, eyes trying so hard to focus on the boy in front of you. god, he's pretty. “what?”

“you wearing that necklace i gave you.” he leans in close, his mouth right at your ear. “and nothing else.”

you whine in response, just as hyunjin presses closer, his hips nudging yours, your body flattening against the wall behind you. he returns his hand on your hip, squeezing you there, fingers crushing those pretty blue frills of your dress, and you let out a sigh. “and you know what i want to see?”

“what, love?” he pushes, his voice light like he’s holding back a groan from the sight in front of him. his hand moves from your hip to trace your thigh, and a moan leaves your body as you spread your legs just a little, wanting him to rest his hand on you once again, wanting him to touch you where you needed him the most.

“words,” he continues, lifting the hem of your dress just enough for him to slip his hands right above your bundle of nerves. “i want to see you wear this vest, while you’re inside me,” you manage, pushing your hips in his direction, your fingers pushing past his jacket, touching the vest he wore on top of his shirt. the way your body was moving for you, instead of your mind, was kind of embarrassing, you thought.

“am i not already doing that, baby?” hyunjin smirks, “touching you, i mean. i know i’m going to fuck you later on when we get home, but am i not touching you, pretty thing?”

“want more,” you smile, leaning back against the wall, your fingers brushing the front of his covered crotch, making him let out a small “fuck” when you did so. “i know you do too.”

“not here, baby. i want to take my own sweet time with you and your body, and watch you become a mess for me,” hyunjin collects himself, standing straighter than before, bending his knee slightly to nudge your legs apart, pressing upward so it was directly under your covered pussy, making you whimper in the process. “though i wouldn’t mind you making a mess right now, actually. i’m sure you wouldn’t mind too, doll.”

“but what if we get caught?” you whine out again, from the pressure his knee was applying to your wetness, making you slowly grind against the pant he was currently wearing. “doesn’t look like you mind getting caught, hm?” hyunjin’s hands extend to grab your waist, helping your hips move against him, your hands reaching to hold onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his back.

“this was supposed to be a wholesome date, but look at you, so desperately rubbing your pretty pussy against me,” hyunjin snides, trailing his fingers to your arm length, and his fingers graze your chest while doing so. he lets a single finger hook under the strap of your dress, while he clenches his muscles, applying some more pressure while you rub yourself on him. “so desperate that you can’t hold yourself back just for a couple of hours hm?”

“you’re the o-one that dragged me out here,” you mutter, biting your bottom lip, holding yourself back from letting any sound leave your lips. “oh and now you’re talking back? do you like when i tease you just like this? not letting you come on -”

“hey!”

an unfamiliar voice interrupts him from continuing, and hyunjin moves away from you a little, letting your dress fall back to cover your thighs. he turns his head in the direction of the voice, only to see a middle aged man, wearing an expensive suit, with a woman at his arm, both with shocked looking faces, more like irritation. hyunjin smiles at them while you fix your hair, smiling at them as well, a small “sorry” leaving either of your mouths.

“kids,” hyunjin heard the man mumble before he left, with who seemed like his wife, which made you laugh, and you slip your arm under your boyfriend’s again.

“do you wanna get back inside or do you think they’ll kick us out?” hyunjin asks, his voice gruff, straightening his jacket, his hands helping you fix your dress next. “i think i would rather you let me orgasm now,” you roll your eyes at the boy in front of you, which makes him laugh, walking you both to where he parked his car. “seems fair, baby.”

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[missprincesse345]

Daddy’s girls

Summary: what happens when Billy Gunns girlfriend goes into labor while he’s at collision?

Pairing: Billy Gunn x y/n reader

Dating timeline: 2019 -now / Face claim (Chole Bailey)

Third pov:

“ Are you sure you’ll be okay while I’m gone hun? If you need me to stay , get ya anything? Just” billy said only to get cut off by a giggling y/n who gave her big hunk a sweet kiss. “ we’re going to be okay the baby bag , extra overnight bags and everything else is already to go if anything happens bowens and Jon are on speed dial along with Renee, you go out there tonight win or lose our little princess is going to be proud of her daddy” she blushed looking down at her tummy.

Yep there is a new Gunn on the way for Billy & y/n ever since New Year’s Day billy & the boys found out she was pregnant they had been her saving grace,from helping out with housework to driving her around it was a easy stress free pregnancy for her. “ alright alright I’m going just nervous * holding her close feeling the baby kick softly making the two chuckle* man can believe it I’m gonna be daddy again, mmm that’s the boys mmm love you I’m gonna call you soon as I get there love sweetheart” billy told y/n kissing her deeply her smaller figure fitting perfectly in his big arms.

“ love you more now go before your late” she giggles pushing him playfully towards the door watching as he left waving goodbye “ you’re daddy is something else” she said smiling to herself rubbing her tummy.

“ And you’re winners the acclaimed!!!” They announced as the guys hands were raised smiling big everyone cheering loudly. Walking back to their locker room Bryan Danielson flagged billy down “ billy you gotta hurry up and get to the hospital y/n went in to labor half an hour ago jon & Renee are with her right now” he told them as billy freaked out for a second before quickly getting changed.

“ mmm thank you guys * winces a bit* for being here” y/n said shaking slightly in pain as the couple helped her calm down earlier on while watching the show from home her water broke “ no worries hun just keep breathing alright” Jon replied as Renee nodded in agreement before going to look out for billy. After a while as well a few speeding tickets he made it to the hospital running out of the car he headed inside frantically looking around he found Renee “ where’s y/n? God please tell me she’s okay” he said out of breath.

“ she’s fine but hurry up baby’s almost here already started pushing and she’s terrified keeps asking for you” she replied leading him to y/n’s hospital room. Busting through the door sweating out of breath seeing his African beauty crying in pain breathing heavily made his heart break a little “ billy?” Her small sweet voice called looking up at him managing to smile * He came * she thought.

Switching places with Jon billy kissed her head holding her hand tightly rubbing soothing circles up and down y/n’s back “ I was so scared didn’t think you were gonna make it” she replied shakily “ I know I know but I’m here darlin you got this babygirl understand? You carried this little bundle of love & beauty in your stomach I know it’s hurts but it’ll be all over soon” he said giving her words of encouragement “ love you billy I love you so much” she said crying a little.

“ Ms.y/l/n you have one more push take another deep breath for me and you’ll meet your little girl” the doctor said as y/n nodded never wanting to go through this painful moment again she was happy to welcome their child into the world.

After one final push y/n fell back against billy out of breath tired sore and exhausted the little cry’s of their precious darling made them cry happily “ you did it baby you did it she’s here” billy said kissing her tears away then giving her the biggest kiss. “ we did it she’s here can’t believe it”.

* few days later *

Y/n & the baby had been discharged from the hospital and were now currently resting in the living room holding their little coco puff bundle of joy in her arms “ she’s so beautiful our little flower” y/n giggles smiling tracing the Carmel skinned infants face softly, “ she gets all of it from her mama not a trace of me in her” billy teased squeezing her side his two girls daddy’s beautiful African beauties. “ not true she has your eyes” y/n replied pouting it was true while their little girl was her twin she had Billy’s eyes mixed with y/n’s long lashes. Hearing a knock at the door billy chuckled smiling seeing Austin and Colten at the door ready to meet their new sibling “ come on she’s in the living room” he smirked watching them quietly yet quickly head to the living room gasping in awe at their new sibling “ hey you two * giggles * c’mere Austin Colten meet your baby sister Lottie Gunn” she said softly watching the two men tear up admiring the newest addition to the family “ hey little sis we’re so glad you’re here couldn’t wait to me you, yeah but don’t worry we’re gonna protect you with every fiber of our being we love you so much can’t wait for the memories were gonna share” they said holding their new sibling softly.

Since his ex wife leaving him and the boys high & dry Billy got a amazing blessing he never ever thought he’d get again to be a father to amazing children, but here is with his sons His queen of color and their chocolate drop princess * I am truly blessed thank you lord * he thought to himself smiling.

Her outfits:

#aew x reader #aew fanfiction #aew imagine #aew drabble #black y/n #billy Gunn x reader

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

The Secret's Out Pt 3

Summary: Y/n makes the tough decision to relinquish her title. Fast forward 4 months when Y/n and Christian attend AEW’s yearly New Years party after keeping the pregnancy a secret. What happens when LuFisto shows up and promises to ruin Y/n’s life. 

Word count: 1,882

*Warnings, swearing, stalking, crazy LuFisto* (Y/W/N means ‘your wrestling name’) 

Main Masterlist Christian Cage Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Wednesday had finally came and I sat with Tony to discuss what our next plan was. He was obviously very happy for me and was understanding when I told him that I would need to relinquish the title. Since I was only a few weeks pregnant and wanted to try and keep my pregnancy under the radar for the moment we decided to play with the injury to my shoulder and relinquish the belt. I filmed a couple different promos all saying that I would have to relinquish the title. Within the promo I wore low waisted bell bottom jeans, a white crop top and some shades. I chose the outfit exposing my stomach because I knew there would be at least one person who would think I was relinquishing the title because I was pregnant. Although that was true and I had literally wrestled just a week prior to finding out the fans didn’t need to know that. I didn’t look pregnant and fans already knew about the injury so it’s not like I was completely lying to them. We just simply milked the shoulder injury, that's all. 

The plan for this week was for Renee to try and ask me about how I was doing with my injury and I told her I didn’t want to talk about it. So it was revealed that next week I would be having an interview with her explaining my status. Which was the promo interview we filmed earlier on today. 

I knew that soon enough people would start asking questions. Some of the talent knew about the baby but others didn’t. That being said those who didn’t know offered sympathy for the title needing to be relinquished which was quite annoying. The fakeness so evident, “Oh Y/n I’m so sorry about your shoulder” No you weren't, you are probably happy that there will be a new champ in town. 

***

This week had definitely been a weird one. Like planned, the backstage interview with Renee was aired this week on Dynamite. It felt weird, sitting at home watching it on tv not knowing if I was making the right decision. I had been advised to stay off social media for a few days by my friends. I had been stressed and sick for the past few days and didn’t need anymore stress. But the thing is it was boring, I was bored at home so obviously I looked. About 90% of the comments were positive, fans wishing me a speedy recovery and love. The other 10% was basically LuFisto and any other people she made believe I was still the bad guy here. 

“I am so happy she is no longer the champ! She was an eyesore to see on tv. She deserved the injury she got” Those were some of the comments LuFisto left. Girl was on cloud 9 after finding out about my injury. I honestly found it quite funny. 

Other than wrestling drama Christian and I went to our first doctor's appointment, Like promised he was going to be there for every second of it. Since he had already done this once before he was more calm than I was. I was nervous but everything went well. The doctor told me that I was 6 weeks pregnant, I explained that I had my last match 3 weeks ago and the doctor said the baby was completely healthy. That was my biggest concern, I was worried since I had still been wrestling and training not knowing I was pregnant. At the appointment I also found out what caused the pregnancy in the first place. It turned out that the prescription I was on for my shoulder injury had canceled out my birth control. I didn’t even know that was possible but it made sense because I was taking my birth control religiously. When you are not using contraception and are in a relationship with a freak like Christian Cage, getting pregnant can happen very easily. In fact 7 weeks with my birth control not being effective would do the trick. 

******

Four long months had passed since I had to relinquish my title. I was now five months pregnant and was visibly showing. The winter months had allowed me to get away with my growing bump. Sweaters and jackets helped me to get around unnoticed but now I was tired of keeping it a secret. Within the months we told our friends and family, all of which were happy for us. I spent most days at home with Isla who was excited to be a big sister even with the 10 year age gap. Tonight was a new years party for AEW and the first time I would be showing off my bump. “Are you ready to go?” Christian yelled from across the hall. I was struggling to get my boots on with the growing bump in the way. “Almost, just give me a minute” being pregnant was a lot of work. Craving weird combinations and the constant sickness was exhausting. Luckily I had Christian by my side who was willing to go to the store late at night for my insane requests. 

“Do you need some help?” Christian asked me as he came to see what was taking me so long, finding me struggling with the boots. “Yes please” He bent down and gently slid the knee high boots on,  placing a delicate kiss to my thigh before zipping them up. “What would I do without you?” “Well for starters you wouldn't be pregnant and would still have your title” “Are you being serious right now?” That was not funny

As Christian and I approached the venue I grew anxious, there would be media at the event and I already knew what people would be saying about me behind my back. “Hey, there is nothing to be worried about, alright. I am not going anywhere. I will be by your side for the whole night.     If anyone even dares to try anything-” “Christian” I cut him off, he knew I was nervous and although he would never admit it I knew he was too. I remember the hate we got when people found out about Christian and I dating, so I could only imagine what it would be like when they found out I was pregnant with his child. 

Christian wore a gorgeous black suit to the event and I wore a black knit dress that hugged my curves perfectly, along with velvet knee high boots. As we entered the venue we were greeted with black and gold decorations. The entrance had a big foyer which had big mirrors. Somehow I convinced Christian to take a photo with me. I took the mirror picture with Christian behind me, one hand on my bump and the other on my ass. I took the image and posted it on instagram with the caption ‘Mum and Dad’, I wanted the world to see my post before the ones from the media outlets. With that I turned off my phone wanting to enjoy the evening with Christian. 

When we exited the foyer into the main building where the party was being held I could feel heads turn. Many shocked faces, it was making me uncomfortable but I promised myself I would stay for the whole event even if I felt like I was not welcome. “Ahh, I can’t believe you’re here” Of course Kris was the first to greet us at the party. “I can feel the stares” I told her. “Well I mean you disappeared for 5 months and showed up pregnant” She was right, only our close friends and family knew so obviously people would be shocked. 

Many wrestlers came up to me congratulating me with the pregnancy. They all seemed to be happy for me or at least they pretended to be. Eddie Kingston had been upset that I did not tell him I was pregnant. Although he’s great, the guy can’t keep a secret. Christian and I spent some time chatting with our friends and trying the many treats they had before the hard part, the media. As promised Christian didn’t leave my side, we had taken many pictures with everyone before needing to do interviews. Most of the reporters were rude, asking inappropriate questions that made Christian and I uncomfortable. Christian answered the majority of the questions while I tried my best not to lose it. Pregnancy makes you very hormonal and I was trying to not let it win. “So Y/w/n” I had zoned out “You are pregnant, what does this mean for your career?” That was the 5th time tonight a reporter asked me that question “Well, just because I am having a kid it doesn’t mean I’m done with wrestling. I am planning to return to the ring as soon as possible and become a 3X ROH world champion” Just as I began to say something else I felt my stomach drop. I watched LuFisto start walking towards me. “How is she here?” I turned to Christian to make sure he was seeing what I was seeing and boy did he see it. “Get behind me!” Christian told me as I watched LuFisto charge at me. What was that woman’s problem, she was screaming and yelling at everyone that stood between us. “I am going to make your life mistable Y/n. You ruined my life so I am going to end you” I didn’t even know what to say. This girl had serious issues and I honestly felt sorry for her. 

I stood behind Christian as I watched the crazed woman get escorted by security out of the building. Soon after Christian and I left the event. When we got home I broke down, crying into Christians arms. I just didn’t get it, even though I was one of the biggest heels in AEW I was a nice person in real life and everyone knew what. It had been almost a year since LuFisto had been released by AEW and she still hated me. 

****

It had been a few days since the incident at the new years party. The media always had made things worse but for once it was playing in my favor. The video of LuFisto trying to attack a heavily pregnant woman had gone viral. Christian and I were one of the biggest couples in pro wrestling and people could see how genuinely happy we were with each other. People felt bad for the hate and soon enough LuFisto would get blacklisted from several other promotions after news came out about her attacking people at a local indie show. 

This whole situation had been stressing me out, I woke up in the night in a cold sweat. Nightmares disturbing my much needed sleep, I was anxious all the time. Scared to be left alone, scared someone would break in and try to hurt my babies. All of this had become too much to handle and soon enough Christian would flip. He was tired of it and didn’t care if it ruined his ‘character’ he wanted to set things straight. I knew he was mad but I didn’t realize just how bad it was until it happened. My worst nightmare came true…..

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[joanofexys]

The Start of Forever

reposting an old jerejean piece i wrote literally three years ago largely so i can look back and laugh after reading the sunshine court

“You should come home with me,” Jeremy says it so casually one Thursday night that Jean barely even thinks about the words.

“We are home.” He mutters, focused on mincing garlic for a recipe that Renee sent him.

Jeremy sighs but Jean doesn’t even have to look up to know he was still smiling. He also knew the second he looked up he’d be smiling too. “You’re not wrong but I mean my family home. We have a long weekend and I’m going to go visit them. I’d love it if you came with me.”

There’s the usual enthusiasm in Jeremy’s voice but quieter, mixed with some hesitant hope. Jean could say no and Jeremy would drop it instantly, no questions asked. He spends a few minutes mulling it over, focusing his attention on what he’s cooking.

In the corner of his eye, he can see Jeremy take a seat at the counter. His boyfriend rests his chin in his palm. Jean returns the soft smile Jeremy gives him.

“How many days?”

“Three nights, four days. We’d leave Monday morning or afternoon.” Jeremy replies, adding on a moment later, “and we can always leave earlier if you choose to come. All you’d have to do is say the word.”

Jean hums, considering. “It’s not a no.”

They talk about anything and everything while Jean finishes cooking and Jeremy jumps in to help. They speak mostly in French and Jean occasionally pokes fun at Jeremy’s “horrible” accent. It had admittedly improved but Jean wouldn’t let it go and teased Jeremy at least once every time they held a conversation in French.

He doesn’t bring up Jeremy’s offer until after they finish eating and start washing the dishes. His body is pressed up against Jeremy’s, making things a tad bit inconvenient for them both but the contact is nice.

“Your family will be there, no?”

“My moms, Liv, and Jenna will be for sure.” Jeremy tells him, “Mel wants to visit if she can and she’ll bring Oliver and Bella with her even if Kamryn can’t come with. Rylie will probably stay for a few hours on Saturday too.”

“Meeting your family is a pretty big step.”

“Which is one of the reasons I completely understand if you want to say no. I know they’d all love to meet you but if you’re not ready for that it’s completely okay.”

“I think it’d be nice,” Jean admits quietly, staring at the plate he’s rinsing instead of looking at Jeremy. “We can leave early if I ask?”

He hears the fork Jeremy was drying click against the counter and feels his boyfriend reach up and squeeze his arm. It’s an awkward motion with the way they’re pressed together and Jeremy trying not to move away.

“Of course, we’ll be gone before you can say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.”

Jean blinks at him, looking extremely confused. “Say what?”

“You’re joking right?” When Jean shakes his head very slowly Jeremy sighs though his lips are quirking up and it’s enough to soothe any worries Jean might have about Jeremy actually being upset.

“We’re watching Mary Poppins tonight. And we’re gonna listen to supercalifragilisticexpialidocious until you can sing the entire thing.”

“I don’t sing.”

“Then I’ll sing the entire thing and you can just tell me when you have the lyrics memorized.”

Jean clears his throat, raising his eyebrows. “I think we should be making plans and packing to visit your family. Not singing children’s songs.”

“We can do both.”

“Sounds torturous.”

---

Jean absolutely despises the way he has to resist humming supercalifragilisticexpialidocious during the drive. But for the first half-hour, the car is too silent and the stupid song has been stuck in his head since yesterday night. True to his word Jeremy had turned on Mary Poppins and then proceeded to ramble about how much his niece and nephew, Oliver and Bella, loved the movie. He didn’t stop talking, whether it was in French or English until the damn song came on and proceeded to scream-sing the words.

He lasts until 10:45 am before he turns on the radio, cranking it up until a random pop song Jean doesn’t know the name of was near deafening. Jeremy shoots him an odd look but doesn’t ask any questions as Jean tips his head back against the headrest. Three songs later he’s fast asleep and it’s only after two more songs play that Jeremy dares to turn down the volume. Lest the change somehow manage to wake Jean.

He dozes for the next hour and a half, occasionally waking up only to shift in his seat, yawn, and promptly fall back asleep. His third time waking up he stretches his hand out onto the console and Jeremy subconsciously takes one hand off the steering wheel to intertwine their fingers.

The final time he wakes up it’s near 1:00 and it’s Jeremy’s voice coaxing him into consciousness. He’s talking about the most random things but pauses when notices Jean peeling his eyes open to glare at him. Jean’s met with the most blinding and brilliant smile and his expression softens, giving Jeremy an attempt at a tired smile.

“We’ll be there in a few minutes, I figured you’d appreciate being woken up before we get there. But I didn’t know if touching you would be okay.”

Jean yawns, scrunching up his neck and shoulders. He mutters something in French that Jeremy doesn’t catch. Turning in his seat to face Jeremy, which isn’t very comfortable with the seatbelt, he leans his head against the headrest again but keeps his eyes open and watches Jeremy drive. It takes him until they pull into the driveway to finally feel awake and he immediately grabs onto Jeremy’s hand, not even remembering letting go the first time.

“You still okay with this?” Jeremy asks when he turns into the cul de sac.

Jean nods, focused on fiddling with Jeremy’s fingers. “Yes.”

There are two girls rushing outside the moment Jeremy pulls into the driveway. One of them, the one who looks youngest who Jean assumes is Liv, wrenches open the driver’s door for Jeremy and climbs into the car to hug him. One of Jeremy’s moms, Isabelle, comes around to the passenger side to open the door for Jean. She has a kind smile and face that shows years of bright smiles and laughter. On the surface, she and Jeremy looked nothing alike but if you looked a little deeper the happiness she radiated was the same as Jeremy, something akin to warm sunlight. Jean had to resist scowling at himself, it was Jeremy who had made him sappy like this. The second he stepped out of the car he offered her a hand which she enthusiastically shook.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Jean tells her, unsure of whether to address her by her first name or Mrs. Knox or even ma’am.

“And it’s wonderful to meet you, Jean. We’ve been waiting for this since Jeremy called us just gushing about how amazing you are.”

“Ma!” Jeremy exclaims, a red flush crawling up his ears and neck. Jean can’t help the amused smile that forces itself onto his lips and Jeremy rolls his eyes when he sees it. “Oh, that’s just the ego boost you need. It’s true though, you’re amazing and I could talk about it for hours.”

Now it was Jean’s turn to blush, pursing his lips and looking at the cement. Isabelle lets go of his hand but not before squeezing it between her own in a comforting gesture.

“He very nearly did by the way.” Stephanie Knox, Jeremy’s other mom, drawls. “This boy would not have shut up about you if he didn’t have early morning practices to worry about. It was the only reason he stopped and went to bed.”

“Mom, do we have to start with this immediately? We just got here.”

She pins Jeremy with a look that Jean can only describe as a mom look, despite having no clue what that would actually be. “Alright, alright. I’ll give it a rest until your sisters get here, I’m sure they’ve got plenty of stories they’d love to tell your honey.” Then she turns to the “honey” in question who is probably the most terrified he has ever been in his life and is praying to god it doesn’t show on his face.

“It’s lovely to have you here, Jean. We were thrilled when Jeremy called and said you’d decided to join us this weekend.”

“I’m happy to be here, Jeremy’s told me a lot about you all.”

“And Jeremy’s told us a lot about you.” Jenna, who was 14 if Jean was remembering right, shimmies her shoulders and waggles her eyebrows. Her grin widens when Jeremy pinches her shoulder and hisses at her to shut up.

“A lot a lot a lot a lot a lot,” Liv emphasizes, nodding furiously with wide eyes.

Jean shoots Jeremy a panicked look as subtly as he can, having no idea how to respond to all this. It seems he wasn’t subtle because both Isabelle and Stephanie seem to pick up on it.

“Alright let’s head inside. Jeremy, you can help Liv and me in the kitchen.” Stephanie says, already ushering her two youngest kids to the door.

Jeremy trails behind slowly, waiting for Jean to join him. Isabelle is a few steps behind them and shuts the door with a quiet click.

“You two can grab your stuff in a little bit, for now, you can just relax and visit. Unless you’d prefer to unpack now.”

“It can wait-” Jeremy’s sentence is interrupted by Stephanie’s voice coming from the kitchen.

“Damn right it can wait, get your tush in here and get started on seasoning this chicken.”

“You don’t mind chicken tacos for dinner right?” Isabelle asks. “We thought about trying out something French but Jeremy said not to bother.”

Jean nods, letting out a small nervous chuckle. “Yeah, that’s fine by me. I’m not picky.”

“Liar!” Jeremy calls out from the kitchen. “You are one of the pickiest eaters I have ever met, you won’t even touch half of the stuff Laila makes.”

“I promise I am not that bad,” Jean tells Isabelle, eyes wide. “Laila is a horrible cook, I didn’t know we were supposed to keep that a secret until it was too late.”

Isabelle gives him a toothy grin as Jeremy’s laughter rings out and she reaches out to squeeze Jean’s arm. “I’ll show you around the house and then you can help me pick out some board games.”

Jean almost bangs his head against the nearest wall when he nods again. This was by far the most awkward experience of his life and it was with Jeremy’s family for fucks sake. Though he could always reassure himself with the fact that he never properly learned how to socialize with people, especially those who are virtually strangers. He’ll treat this as a learning experience and hopefully interact normally with Jeremy’s family.

Besides, how difficult could dinner and some board games be? If it doesn’t go well they can always leave.

---

Dinner is one of the most awkward experiences of Jean’s life. It starts when Rylie flings the front door open and Jean absolutely will not admit to how much it startled. Mel arrives about fifteen minutes later with the twins at her heels giggling like maniacs. When Bella ends up latching onto Jean’s leg he throws Jeremy a panicked look and only gets his asshole of a boyfriend laughing in return.

Mel’s wife Kamryn is unable to make it but Mel makes up for the lack of her presence by showing Jean a bajillion photos. Rylie groans at that and sits on Jean’s other side on the couch, pulling out her phone to show Jean some photos of the animals from the shelter she works at.

When Jeremy trails into the main room, an insane amount of food balanced precariously in his hands, he shoos both of his sisters away after placing the food on the coffee table. Though he wants to Jean doesn’t question the fact that they seem to eating dinner in the main room and not the dining room.

Rylie settles down on the floor, pulling Liv into her lap even as her younger sister squeals and squirms before settling down so she can steal food from Rylie’s plate. Jenna tries to sneak off to her room before Stephanie calls her back and she plops into an armchair with a small huff. Mel dishes up food for her twins first before telling them to be careful about spilling anything and then starts on two more plates. Jean doesn’t pay her too much attention, not when Jeremy is laying back on the couch and pulling Jean into him. A position Jean still can’t believe Jeremy actually enjoys, he still worries that he’s crushing Jeremy despite all reassurance Jeremy has given him.

He blinks, bemused when Mel holds out the plates in their direction. Jerking her head in a signal for them to grab the plates. Jean does so, muttering a thanks, and silently wishes he could fly into the sun.

Gradually he begins to relax, Jeremy’s arm wrapped around his shoulders and across his chest something grounding to focus on. He stays on the outskirts of the conversation despite Jeremy, Isabelle, and Stephanie’s best attempts. It’s only when Rylie exclaims something in French, catching Jean’s attention, that he really starts to include himself. He starts by conversing with just Rylie, fully in French, and soon enough Jenna and Liv are asking for him to teach them French and it escalates from there until Jean is smiling and laughing and he feels more comfortable than he expected. Still awkward but he feels okay in his ability to carry a conversation with them all.

“You’ve never played Clue?” Mel exclaims as if he’s personally offended her.

“No…” Jean raises his brows, confused.

“Alright everyone clear off the table, we’re playing Clue right now. Jeremy I can’t believe you’ve let this happen.”

“Shut the hell up, Mel.” Jeremy mumbles, face pressed against Jean’s hair. “He’s doing his best.”

Jean pinches him in the side, thinking about Jeremy chastising him about Mary fucking Poppins last night.

That night Jean discovers he really is quite horrible at Clue. It doesn’t work the same way as observing people and things in real life. No one knows what’s going on. It’s basically pure luck. Jeremy looks far too happy about his contempt for the game.

“Finally something you’re bad at,” Jeremy sighs in French. Rylie laughs into her hand and Jean glares.

Needless to say Jean loses every time. Mel wins every time, which makes sense with how much she clearly loves the game. And Jean discovers he doesn’t quite hate being around Jeremy’s family, he’d almost say he loves it actually.

---

Jean is sprawled out on his back on the bed, watching Jeremy unpack the rest of his stuff (cons to not being a light traveler. Jean’s grateful he has never and will never pack as much as his boyfriend) when Jeremy asks the question.

“So do you like them?” Jeremy sounds nervous, pursing his lips together.

Jean doesn’t like his worried expression and gives Jeremy one of his rare smiles in hopes of washing that nervousness away. “They’re amazing.”

“You mean it?”

“Of course I mean it, idiot.” Jean pauses when Jeremy sinks onto the mattress next to him and he takes a moment to wrap his arm around Jeremy and pull him closer. “They’re all very nice and I liked spending time with them. I liked seeing this part of your life and they obviously mean a lot to you.”

Jeremy tucks himself closer to Jean, tossing a leg across his torso. “They mean the world to me. Just like you do.”

Jean hums, pursing his lips to hide his smile. A moment later he gives into it, allowing a silly grin to curve his lip before pressing a kiss to Jeremy’s forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Awwwwww.”

Their heads snap up, spotting Liv, Jenna, Rylie, and Mel huddled in the doorway. All four of them are smiling but they all flush as they realize they were caught.

“Now you’ve done it, Jen,” Rylie mutters, smacking Jenna on the shoulder.

“We were just going to ask if you guys wanted some hot chocolate and to watch a movie with us,” Mel explains.

“Uh-uh,” Jeremy says, grinning. “Sure you were.” He sits up to grab a pillow and chucks it at his sisters. “You definitely weren’t spying. Out, out, out.”

The four stumble down the hall, laughing loudly, and Jean’s gaze flicks between Jeremy and the door.

“Shut the door-” Jeremy pauses mid shout. “And they’re gone.”

“Mom,” Jean hears Liv yell from somewhere else in the house, “Jeremy says he’s in love!”

Jean decides that he really likes the Knox family. And he really loves Jeremy.

#jerejean #jeremy x jean #jean moreau #jeremy knox #aftg #all for the game #tsc #the sunshine court #the foxhole court #tfc #trk #the raven king #tkm #the kings men #personal.txt

[hoodie-buck]

since i haven’t posted anything here for awhile, here, have a bunch of sentences from my newest wip that’s taken over my mind 😌 i’m unofficially calling this: army!eddie and babysitter!buck

thanks to all my loves for the tags @spotsandsocks @monsterrae1 @achillesbuck @buddierights @alyxmastershipper @eddiediazisascorpio 💙

Buck’s life had been vastly different only moments ago, his hangover still raging over him.

Why the hell had he let his roommates get him so drunk again? Oh right, because he had no one and nothing; it was nice to forget about that every now and again.

Buck swallowed thickly as he pulled on the handle, the glass door opening as he walked in, a harsh thud behind him as it closed again. He stood there unmoving, not quite sure where to go. Everyone was dressed in some type of suit or formal wear, Buck feeling significantly underprepared in his ripped jeans and old hoodie—there was no way anyone was actually going to say yes to this.

“Can I help you sir?” The man behind the desk asked, Buck stood there a little dumbstruck.

‘Yes, I’m looking for this kid I’m supposed to be taking care of because this sort of friend from the seals asked if I could watch her partners kid until he can get back. Yes, I’m crazy, thanks for asking.’

Buck shook his head, settling for something a little less detailed.

“I’m here to see a Renee Novak?”

The man nodded, typing a few things into the computer before standing and ushering Buck to follow. His worn converse squeaked across the pristine linoleum, Buck’s eyes widening for the visible dirt they were leaving behind.

“If you’ll just wait in here, she’ll be right in.”

Buck nodded, quickly thanking the man. The doors shut behind the guy, Buck stood there awkwardly looking around what appeared to be a courtroom. He paced around for a bit before sitting, not wanting to seem too eager or restless. Even as he sat, his foot tapped anxiously, knee shaking up and down. What the hell was he doing here?

When Lena Bosko had called only hours ago, Buck had thought she was joking, the woman often giving him shit when they’d been together out on the field.

He played the conversation back in his head, none of it still seeming real.

—

“Buckley, this is Bosko. What’re you up to these days?” Buck explained to her that he’d recently moved to LA, as per the postcards he’d sent her.

“Not much, just working in an assisted living place as a receptionist.” It wasn’t much, but it helped him pay his half of the bills at the house he was renting with a bunch of buddies he’d met while bartending. Lena skipped right past the pleasantries, never one for bullshit. “Great. How do you feel about watching a six-year-old for the next few weeks?”

Buck nearly dropped the phone, fumbling over his next words. “Uh, who’s kid, and um…why?” Lena was quick to explain her friend and partners situation, something about his ex-wife giving up custody of their kid and him not wanting his kid to go back to Texas where his parents and family were.

“Ok, and you want—you want me to watch him?” Lena chuckled on her end. “Eddie always says he’s not very fast.” Buck didn’t understand the joke, Lena quickly getting the rest out. “Look Buckley, you’re not exactly the first person for this, but he’s desperate, ok?” Ouch; sometimes her honesty was a little too much.

“Look, I saw how you were out on the field, how you put 110% into everything you do. I know you’ll take good care of this kid.”

Buck pulled in his lower lip, thinking it over for a moment. “Ok, I—I’ll do it.”

tagging: @mansikkaomenabanaani @confetti-cupcake @justsmilestuffhappens @loveyourownsmiilee @onward--upward @honestlydarkprincess @elvensorceress @eddiescowboy @dickley-buddie @jacksadventuresinwriting @panicatthediaz @stanningsky

#buddie #buddie wip #evan 'buck' buckley #eddie diaz #wip wednesday #911 fox #army!eddie/babysitter!buck au #coming soon <3

[skye-huntress]

The Witch from Mercury Season 2 Reaction

Episode 13: “Envoys from the Earth”

Looks like we’re starting off with back-to-back duels. We did hear from Shaddiq back in episode 10 that the challenges against Suletta were piling up

No. 5 is very animated compared to No. 4. I wonder how many people have wondered if there was something wrong with him

Felsi, Renee and Sabina are now all reps in the duelling committee? I can understand Lauda having other responsibilities from the shot of him in one of the trailers, but why is Shaddiq absent?

“I’d say he is a different person.” She has no idea how accurate that statement is

So Nika is still around but she seems distracted

So Suletta is obligated to accept a duelling challenge once every two weeks but since Shaddiq made extensions on those challenges while Aerial was being rebuilt they were all pushed back. By the sounds of it, the Committee made the exception so they could force Suletta into back-to-back duels hoping to wear her down. It sounds like their MO, they’ve been trying every dirty trick in the book to trip up Suletta since she bested Guel the first time.

Unfortunately for them, the rebuilt Aerial is even more of a powerhouse than she was before, although I still prefer the original look. Plus Suletta has already beaten two of the top duellers and single-handedly wiped out half of the top team in school in what was mostly a 6v1 fight. Really, they’re just helping her to rack up the wins faster

Oh, great, Suletta mentioned the b word. Can we not talk about the b word? I’m anxious enough already

Seems most of the normal people in Earth House aren’t coping too well with what happened and the subsequent gag order. I hesitate to comment on whether the gag order is for the best or not, since there is a lot about the situation we do not know yet, but I can sympathise with Earth House who for the most part live in ignorance. Just for example, how would Chuchu feel if she knew it was Earthians, not Spacians, who nearly murdered her and all her friends?

Suletta seems normal. You wouldn’t know that she’s experienced real combat for the first time, much less killed

Naturally, suspicion is falling on Jeturk Heavy Machinery for colluding with anti-Spacian terrorists. I wonder if the late Vim Jeturk had planned for this or if he really didn’t think this through. Well, he’s dead now so we’ll probably never know.

Zenelli seems to be out for blood, though I’m not sure how much the Group actually care about Delling’s wellbeing and Jeturk’s death. I think this is more about the Group’s egos. Maybe it’s more of a “how dare those Earthian insects attack us” type of deal.

“I would never lie to you, father,” says adoptive son who is constantly going behind his father’s back to pursue his own ambitions.

Shaddiq says he plans to bring his father into his own plan but I have my doubts that will happen. Both of them are pretty stubborn and I suspect they’ll never see eye-to-eye.

So Suletta does have doubts about if she did the right thing, although like I’ve said, in the moment there wasn’t exactly a lot of room for error or hesitation. Still, it’s clear she is asking the wrong person. The amount of trust she places in her mother even on a murky issue like this leaves me uneasy.

I still do not know if Sohpie wants to fight Suletta or f*** her. … It’s probably both.

She can’t even take a normal ID photo. I’m not surprised, I just find it very appropriate

I like how Sophie is so familiar with Suletta right off the bat but put no thought into any kind of cover story for it.

Suletta is just so pure she just goes along with the whole sister thing. I’m now kind of curious to see where this will go. Certainly it’d be a far more interesting love triangle than the one with No. 5

Speaking of, did Suletta actually agree to spend a day with No. 5? I seriously doubt it, considering how confused and conflicted she seemed. It seems like he just sprung it on her hoping that her in her confusion she’d default into just going with him

Whatever the case, I absolutely love that Sophie swooped in and stole his date from him

Girl who squashed a terrorist still gets jumpy around petty school bullies. Yeah, try figuring that one out.

We’re getting a battle royale? If Suletta and Aerial compete, it’s going to be a metaphorical massacre. (If Sophie competes, it will be a literal one)

Nika, did you really think threatening a couple of terrorists was a good idea? Seriously thought she was about to get offed here.

I got to say, I didn’t expect those two to be exposed so soon. You’d think if they’d take such a risk they’d be a little more careful, or at least Norea would

Girl who cowers from petty school bullies faces off against girls she just saw attempt to murder her friend with steely determination

The duelling system is really dumb and these two obviously have every reason not to play along with any dumb rules or laws. Really, they’re just humouring Suletta’s challenge which is deeply troubling.

We really haven’t gotten enough Miorine this episode.

This is the tricky thing about Prospera, just like with her recent talks with Suletta, nothing she said to Miorine is actually wrong. Miorine and her father probably would have died if Suletta had any reservations about harming or killing others. A moment’s hesitation would have made all the difference in that situation, and that would have been something Suletta may have never recovered from

Quiet Zero, Delling’s secret project that Prospera is somehow in on. And she wants to put Miorine in charge, as if she doesn’t have enough on her plate with school, a company, a hospitalised father and a groom possibly conditioned to commit violence. And any project aimed at ending all war is usually the type to result in some apocalyptic tragedy.

#the witch from mercury #g witch #g witch spoilers

[combatfaerie]

Ficlet: Brother Knows Best

Title: Brother Knows Best

Word count: 1286

Rating: Gen

Characters: Roman Reigns & Seth Rollins (mention of Becky Lynch/Seth Rollins)

Prompt:  "I need advice" (time passes) "never mind I already did the stupid thing"

"I need advice."

Roman sighed and shut his eyes, swinging his legs over the side of the lounge chair and standing up. He was glad Seth had matured enough to the point where he would at least ask for advice; now the trick was getting him to actually use it. Roman had been out of action for just over three months now, receiving treatment and focussing on his health, but it still felt like he was backstage, worrying about his Shield brothers. Dean wasn't happy with the direction the company wanted him to go, so Roman mostly listened to him vent and they would talk about his options. Seth, though, was another story completely. He had definitely grown since the days of his social media scandals, but he felt strangely adrift. Roman had Galina and Dean had Renee, but Roman knew a relationship wasn't a quick fix for anything. In Seth's case, it often seemed to make his problems worse.

"No, you don't," Roman said patiently. "It's Royal Rumble weekend. All you need to think about right now is winning the damn thing and getting the WrestleMania main event you deserve. That's it." He walked past his wife, mouthed Seth, and walked away from the pool, where his kids were playing.

"But I want to do something and... well, it might be stupid, but—"

"What you want is to win the Royal Rumble and be in the main event at WrestleMania, right?" Roman pressed, shuffling his bare feet through the grass. The Royal Rumble was one of his favourite events and he hated to miss it, but he wanted to be sure he was safe to return to action. Still, it felt strange to watching his Shield brothers on TV and not from backstage.

Seth's voice tightened a bit. "Yes, but—"

"Then go and win and beat Brock. That's my advice." Roman stood under a tree and let the shade creep over him for a moment. "Whatever you called for—can it wait? Does it need to be today? Because you need to focus, bro, but more than that, you need to enjoy this. Most people only get one Rumble win. Scratch that—most wrestlers don't have any. Getting one is a milestone, so the fact that you're in line for one is huge."

"I know." Seth sighed. "And I know it's all up in the air until the night of. You don't have to remind me."

"Apparently I do. Enjoy this, Seth. Enjoy it all. You never know when it could slip away." Roman didn't want to turn the conversation around to himself—or to play the 'cancer card' as some wrestling journalists had crudely accused him of doing—but he wanted to make sure his Shield brothers made the most of their moments. Having grown up with so many family members in the business, Roman knew better than most how fleeting and fickle popularity and momentum could be, and that you had to utilize them when you had them.

"I will. I promise."

"You're going to be amazing," Roman said firmly. "Now go get some rest, okay? Relax."

Seth's chuckle filled the line. "Rest? Old man, it's not even six o'clock here!"

"Well, just remember that when you call me to celebrate your victory, okay? Love you." As Roman disconnected, he felt a vague pang of guilt for cutting Seth off, but he knew that Seth was usually his own worst enemy. If he wasn't overthinking something, he was being too impulsive; there was very little middle ground with his youngest Shield brother. Sometimes he needed someone to just snap him out of it, and Roman hoped that was the case today.

He completely forgot about the call until he was watching the Royal Rumble with his kids, his daughter still doing victory laps because Becky Lynch had won the women's Royal Rumble despite not strictly being an entrant. Since Joelle was hollering at the top of her lungs, he almost didn't hear his phone ring. "Hey, Seth. Sorry about the noise. Gimme a minute. Got a very happy Man fan in the house." Roman got out of his recliner and stepped into the hallway.

"Remember how I said I needed advice?"

Roman winced. That wasn't an ideal way to start a phone call, especially on Royal Rumble night when Seth hadn't wrestled yet. "Yeah?"

"Never mind. I already did the stupid thing."

The stupid thing? Roman tried to remember if Seth had given any specifics, but he really hadn't given his Shield brother a chance to say much of anything. "What stupid thing?" he asked warily. "Do I even want to know?" He ducked back into the den, grabbed his tablet off the table, and did a quick search for Seth Rollins, but nothing horrible came up.

"I kissed Rebecca."

"What?" It took Roman a moment to place the name. Becky was one of the few in WWE who used a version of her real first name for her ring name, but he tended to call her Becky regardless of where they were. "Like… Becky?"

"Yeah." Judging from the pitch of his voice, Seth was practically vibrating with excitement. "Well, we kissed each other. I can't remember who started it. It doesn't matter. No—no, wait, it was probably me. Whatever. We kissed."

"Why?" Roman felt like he was ten again, wondering why some of his older cousins were so suddenly obsessed with girls. "You guys have been friends for years…."

"I know, but…." Roman could practically hear Seth blushing. "We've been hanging out a lot lately and it's… it's been really nice and—"

Roman glanced back into the den, where Joelle had swept up one of her brothers into her victory dance. "But Becky…?" If Seth ended up breaking her heart, Roman was fairly certain Joelle would challenge him to a cage match. Becky's fucking beloved backstage, Roman thought. If he messes this up, he'll never hear the end of it.

"I know, I know, but… I really like her, Roman. It's so easy being around her. I don't have to think. I can just be myself…." The softness in Seth's voice reminded Roman of the hazy happiness of just waking up, still half-caught in a dream.

Stop. Think. It was advice he often gave his daughter—and his Shield brothers—and Roman knew it was simple but effective. The kiss itself might have been a stupid decision, but Seth seemed radiantly happy, so that meant it probably went well. "And it's mutual? Becky seems to like you?"

"Yeah. I mean, she kissed me back and said—"

"No details," Roman said quickly. "Save that for later. You have a Rumble to win, remember?" In the background, he could hear the familiar clatter of backstage chaos.

"Huh?" Roman could practically picture Seth's eyes going wide. "Right, right. I'll call you later. I just wanted to let you know, because…."

Roman smiled to himself. Well, if it works out, Joelle will be over the moon to have Becky as an auntie. He leaned against the door frame and sighed. "I know. Good luck tonight." He thought about elaborating for a moment, but didn't. If Seth wanted things to work out with Becky, he'd need some luck there too. "Love you, bro."

After disconnecting, Roman lingered in the doorway for a moment, watching his daughter explain parts of the match to her younger brothers. When noticed him staring, she asked, "Everything okay, Dad? Who was on the phone?"

"Just Uncle Seth," he replied, coming back into the room and giving her a hug before he sat down. "And everything's good. I think he's going to have a really good night tonight."

#wrestleprompts #combatfaerie fic

[whatareyoudoingwithamaserati]

hello. character asks:

2, 4, and 7 for princezam

17 and 30 for one seth gordon. enjoy (:

I AM GOING TO BITE YOU <333 it is Autism Time alright alright okay!!!!!!

PrinceZam!

2) When I think I truly started to like them

Honestly, the exact moment slips me! He got in my head one day and then he Did Not Get Out. I did run back through my discord channel and apparently an hour and a half after starting Zam’s s3 POV I messaged “WHAT IS THIS, THE BULLY ZAM SERVER????” so I think about then! (I had already watched Clown’s POV and thought that Zam was oooo such an asshole oooo for his whole building walls bit and then you watch Zam and he is so wet and pathetic that all of a sudden he did nothing wrong ever) It did not take me long to go ah. Yeah this is The Guy. I’m gonna make a plushie of him and throw it at walls

4) How many people I ship them with

SO many people. SO many fucking people. I think if princezam makes it on a server and doesn’t act like a raging gay then he will crumble to ash and fall apart in the wind. That said I am particularly fond of the idea of clownzam. They’re two guys committed to a bit defined by their usernames (clown) (prince) while also somehow managing to be mortal enemies and homoerotic losers at the same time. Would love to see more out of them

7) A quote of them that you remember

Okay so this one is. Not even going to be remotely serious despite his ability to be gutwrenching and dramatic. There’s a lot of Zam quotes I love and remember (shoutout “YES! YES! YESSSS!! VINDICATION!!!!” my beloved) but there is one in particular. that I cannot escape from. One that frequently comes to mind. Hey guys. Uhm. “YO. LEO. LEO. IF YOU DON’T STOP SWINGING THAT SWORD AT ME RIGHT NOW MAN I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I’M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS MAN I’M FUCKIN- I GOT I GOT I GOT LIKE FIFTEEN PEOPLE ON ME I’M NOT CLOWNPIERCE I CAN’T WIN THIS Y’KNOW LIKE I’M GETTING MY ASS BEAT I’VE GOT LIKE EVERYONE ON ME I DON’T KNOW I’M JUST SPAWNING PHANTOMS. I’M JUST TRYING TO SPAWN PHANTOMS. I DON’T SEE THE ISSUE. I PERSONALLY DON’T SEE THE ISSUE. I PERSONALLY DON’T EVEN SEE THE ISSUE I’M JUST TRYING TO SPAWN A COUPLE MOBS LIKE I DON’T EVEN SEE WHAT’S GOING ON—“

^^clip because his voice SELLS that shit. Luv this guy <3

Seth Gordon (the man the myth the legend <333)

17) What do you think their first word was?

For the jokes, I want to say his first word was fuck. His parents didn’t really care much about keeping their language in check, and I see him as one of the middle-younger kids of a big family, so all of his older brothers would be swearing already, and it would rub off on him. For the non jokes….. I think I would say his first word was dada. Give me a daddy’s boy Seth who had his father be his whole world for so many years only to be disappointed in the end that his father was just a man after all. He’s a Fox for a reason

30) The funniest scene they had?

OH MY GOD OKAY SO. Personally I am a fan of every scene he is in, and I think among his funniest are the ones where he drops everything to slug Kevin in the face. That said I think the funniest one is when he straight up hears Kevin's name and drags his ass out of deep sleep so he can fight him. There is NOTHING like a man and his homoerotic enemy who he hates with everything in him. Or maybe his funniest scene is the iconic "are you stupid" "yes" I'm sorry Seth you gotta deal with Neil being an absolute dumbass I'm not sure what else you expected. OR when Neil asked if Andrew and Renee were a thing and Seth looked like he might vomit. Or him flipping off their opponents and then Kevin. OR—[I am forcibly dragged off the stage. He could raise an eyebrow and I would probably find it funny]

#BELOVED!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! #rotating the guys around in my head. i can be so normal about them both (i will froth at the mouth at any given opportunity) #(we do not talk about jepexx) #holland !! #<- i hope it is okay to keep that as your tag. I can also change it to Lucas

[theaceovertherainbow]

A small detail

What is that small thing about yourself that you don’t expect people to remember but your f/o remembers all the time

Rene sat to eat his breakfast alone in the galley, there were a few other than, just like him, had night duties and so had gone to sleep almost around the time the sun started to rise and life in the Moby Dick started. He could go and sit with them if he wanted but he didn’t even know their names so it would be weird for him, he was sure they wouldn’t mind at all but it wasn’t something he could do. So he sat alone.

Sure, eating alone always made him depressed but that was better than sitting uncomfortable with people he only knew by face. He stared at his breakfast, since lunch would be in around three hours, the breakfast he was given was something light, he was hungry moments ago but his hunger had disappeared.

He sighed, better to hurry and eat than stay alone for too long. That wouldn’t be a problem. Whenever he was feeling down he would eat faster than usual.

He was about to start eating when a voice called him and a person sat next to him, “oh, seems I arrived in time,” it was Cornelia, he sat next to Rene with a small smile on his face without asking or waiting for permission.

“Don’t you have things to do?” Rene asked, he didn’t want to sound mean or like he didn’t want Cornelia around however he knew Cornelia had some duties during the morning that day.

“Don’t worry, I asked for a break before coming here. And it's not like I won’t do my work,” he put his elbows on the table and moved one arm up to rest his chin on his hand.

“Why?”

The smile on Cornelia’s face disappeared to show a look of confusion instead, “what do you mean?” He asked, “you said it yourself, you hate eating alone and no one from your division stayed up until morning so I knew you would be eating alone.”

Rene thought for a moment, he remembered saying something along the lines of hating having to eat alone but it was so long ago he was surprised Cornelia remembered. That was a comment he did without thinking and he had changed the topic fast after that as to not talk about it.

“Hey,” he was brought back to reality by Cornelia calling his name and poking his right arm with a finger, “are you okay? Still tired?”

“No, it’s just…” he looked at Cornelia, “I’m surprised you remember such a thing.” Cornelia seemed confused at that so he felt the need to add, “I don’t expect for people to remember such a small detail that I mentioned by accident, I don’t expect people to remember anything about me.”

Cornelia looked at him without saying anything, Rene decided to look at his food, he hadn’t touched it at all.

“How couldn’t I remember? You’re important to me, remembering something like this is the minimum I can do,” he heard Cornelia say, those words made him want to cry, “I love you, and if I can do something that will help you feel better then I’ll do it without having to think twice.”

Rene didn’t say anything, he was busy trying not to cry.

“Eat your food before it gets cold, I’ll stay with you until then.”

Rene nodded. For the first time, he wanted to take his time while eating but he decided against it, Cornelia had work to do. He ate slower than usual but still fast and since there wasn’t a lot on his plate he finished in no time.

The two of them stood from their places, Rene needed to take the plate back to the kitchen before leaving, “what do you have to do?” He asked Cornelia.

“Count the canon balls, since some were used days ago I was asked to check how many are left.” Cornelia explained.

They left the galley, “good luck,” Rene said, “I hate anything with numbers.”

Cornelia chuckled, “I know. Now, go lie down until lunch, I’m sure you haven't slept a lot.” That was true, not only for his night shift but also because of his insomnia.

He nodded.

“Then,” Cornelia said, “I’ll say you at lunch.”

With that he started to walk away but Rene stopped him before he could go too far, “thank you,” he said to Cornelia. He wasn’t good with words and nothing came after that but that was enough to make Cornelia smile.

“Anything for my special person!”

Rene looked at him, he carefully took Cornelia’s face in his hand, “can you bend a little?”

“Huh? Yeah sure,” once their faces were closer Rene kissed him, it was a short and shy kiss like many he gave to Cornelia, he wasn’t good with kisses, always getting shy and nervous.

“I’ll see you at lunch… my love,” he smiled at Cornelia, gave him another kiss on the cheek and left. He would have stayed longer but whenever he got shy he would start giggling like an idiot and he hated that so his best option was to leave before that happened.

#self ship #self insert #self shipping #f/o #f/o x self insert #f/o x s/i #f/o community #s/i #f/o imagines #f/o scenarios

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Second Chance- Charlie Swan x OC

Charlie Swan x Eleanor Martin

Description: Charlie and Eleanor are planning their wedding, and Eleanor becomes curious about why he seems to be demanding things to be better than perfect so vehemently. 

Word Count: 1.4k

The day that Charlie proposed to Eleanor had been the happiest day of their lives. It had been while they were out fishing. They had been taking a break and eating lunch when Charlie just pulled out a ring and proposed right then and there. Now, it wasn’t anything special by any means, but Charlie was never one for showing a lot of sentimentality. To Eleanor, it was absolutely perfect. 

Everyone they told was ecstatic. The Cullens even decided to throw a party and invited the Quileute pack to celebrate when they told them. Their friends pulled out all the stops to help them plan the wedding. It made things much easier that Charlie knew about the supernatural so he could mediate in case there was a disagreement (and there were several). 

No one was surprised that the Cullens demanded for everything to be perfect (especially Alice and Bella). They were, however, surprised that Charlie had been demanding the same thing and making sure it went into effect. If something wasn’t up to his standard (or Eleanor’s) he would push and fight until it was. Eleanor, and everyone else really, had never seen that side of him. As a matter of fact they didn’t even think he had such a side. But it wasn’t too unbearable, so they dealt with it. 

Finally, after months of careful planning, looking at venues and trying cakes, dinner foods, tuxes and dresses, everything had been set. Now it was the night before the big day. It was a very peaceful night, one that they needed after such a stressful process of planning. Neither Charlie nor Eleanor saw the point in spending the night before the wedding away from each other, so they just lounged around the house. They sat on the couch, Charlie sitting on the far right side of the couch while Eleanor laid against his side with his arm around her. Music played in the background, but aside from that it was completely quiet. 

“Can I ask you something, Char?” Eleanor asked softly, breaking the silence and tranquility of the environment. The man in question lifted his head a bit and looked at her, humming in response. 

“Why are you so insistent on everything being absolutely perfect? Of course I don’t mind, but I thought that was the bride’s job,” she said with a teasing smile. “You know, with the whole ‘bridezilla’ thing.” That earned a laugh from Charlie, which made her smile widen. He shook his head, but he didn’t actually answer for a few minutes. He seemed to be deep in thought, so Eleanor opted to stay silent as she watched him. 

“Have I ever told you about how Renee and I got married?” He finally asked, looking at her once again. Eleanor thought for a moment, going over anything either he or Bella had told her about his ex-wife.

“No, I just know you got married when you were pretty young,” she answered. The man nodded with a small sigh. 

“I met Renee during my first summer as a cop. She was driving up the Pacific Highway with a group of her friends, and they stopped to camp at First Beach in La Push. I was visiting Billy when I met her on the beach. There was an instant attraction between us. You know Forks is a small town, so any newcomers were instantly intriguing to anyone. At the time I thought she was the most gorgeous woman I’d ever met. We spent a few days together before her friends were ready to continue their roadtrip. Renee promised to visit me on the return trip. In her absence, I realized just how much he had fallen for her. 

She returned as promised, and I managed to convince her to stay when her friends left. Renee was romantic by nature, and she loved the passionate whirlwind relationship. I proposed probably much quicker than I should have, and she accepted. We were married at the courthouse in Port Angeles just a few weeks later. My old house was just down the street from my parent’s house, so we decided to get it. For a little while, we  were deliriously happy. I was even happier when I found out Renée was pregnant with Bella. You wouldn’t even believe it.” The two of them shared a quiet laugh, then Eleanor noticed a sad look in Charlie’s eyes. 

“But?” She urged softly, dipping her head a bit to meet his eyes. The man shot her a sad smile then continued. 

“But,” he repeated. “Things took a downturn during Renée's pregnancy. Both of my parents' conditions worsened, and my dad needed my help with my mother every day. My mom had Alzheimer's and dad’s mobility was being curtailed by severe arthritis.” Eleanor’s eyes widened at that and she let out a quiet gasp, sympathy coursing through her. Charlie gently squeezed her shoulder with the arm wrapped around her, silently letting her know it was okay as he continued. 

“At the same time, depression began to take a major toll on Renee. She wanted me to leave Forks with her and start over somewhere sunnier, but I just couldn't do that. How was I supposed to just leave my parents while their health was deteriorating? Anyways, Renee had the baby, and the postpartum hormones only added to her depression. 

A few months after Bella was born, Renee decided she couldn't live in Forks anymore, and she left with Bella. I was devastated. I wanted to follow her, but again, I couldn't just leave my parents. I wanted Renee to be happy though, so I didn't contest the divorce or the child support. All I asked for was time with Bella and things were settled. I didn’t stop loving Renee for a long time, despite the fact that she moved on.” Eleanor offered him a weak, comforting look as she carefully took his hand. 

“I’m so sorry Charlie,” she whispered, but the man only shook his head. 

“I’m not,” he responded, which visibly surprised her. He chuckled quietly before elaborating. 

“Ellie, I never thought that I would fall in love again. I thought that I was just destined to spend the rest of my life alone, but then I met you at the parent/teacher night and I felt that connection. The ‘mates’ thing you talked about. If I thought that I loved Renee before, it had more than tripled when we met. It felt like I had been given a second chance, and this time I wanted to make sure that I didn’t mess anything up this time around. 

And I didn’t, everything was perfect. I took things slow and got to know you before I even considered the thought of asking you to marry me. I waited three years to propose to you because I wanted to make sure that spending the rest of our lives together was something we both wanted. And I mean, you deserve to be treated right and with respect. 

When it came time to start planning, my original mindset came back. Things needed to be perfect and special for the sake of our happiness. Besides, it’s a big step for both of us. I think we deserve to have a good day. That’s why I wanted all our friends to help us out, and that’s why I’ve been so specific about everything.” 

Eleanor couldn’t help but smile as he finished talking. Not only had he been so desperate for things to be perfect for himself, but for her as well. It was not a secret to him anymore that she hadn’t really been happy when she was still alive. She didn’t have a husband and none of her suitors really respected her because of the time they lived in, and she never had a chance to fall in love before she had been turned. This had technically been a second chance for both of them, and they were making sure not to waste it. 

“Aw, Charlie,” she cooed, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before hugging him. “You’re so sweet.” She didn’t have to be looking at him to know that he was blushing as he returned the gesture, but that only made her more giddy. Once they pulled away, she leaned her head on his shoulder as they settled into a comfortable silence once again. 

“You don’t have to worry though,” Eleanor interrupted the silence again, which made Charlie look at her confusedly. 

“What?” 

“You don’t have to worry about trying to make things perfect,” she explained with a soft smile. “Everything is naturally perfect with you.” The man’s blush returned, and he pressed a gentle kiss to her temple. 

“Everything is perfect with you too,” he muttered softly as they settled back into how they sat earlier. And Eleanor knew he really meant it. 

#twilight #twilight imagine #Charlie swan #Charlie swan x oc #Charlie swan imagine #Charlie swan fanfiction