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earthstellar · 4 months

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Miko and Holding a Grudge: Storytime is Learning Time

I was thinking about how in the final episode of TFP, Miko uses the "I'm going to beat your ass" armour to punch Knockout clean across the face

Miko punches him so quickly and efficiently that I genuinely could not get a screenshot of the impact moment. lmao

And there are a lot of good reasons for her to want to slap this twink into the stratosphere, but I was thinking about any specific grudges Miko might have personally against Knockout to help fuel that punch

Because typically Miko goes in with a sort of "I learned this by watching WWE with Bulkhead and I'm excited to hurt you" tiny human wrecker energy and is naturally hyped, so she tends to go in with a slightly showy approach to delivering a beatdown, which makes sense.

We know she watches stuff like monster truck rallies with Bulkhead, and we know she's watched Bulkhead and Wheeljack pretty closely, and this has had an impact on her developing her personal fighting style: High energy, maybe a couple attempts at some kind of signature moves. she's learned from TV shows and watching actual factional alien warfare play out in the Nevada desert. Shit's wild, and so is she.

But when she punches Knockout, it's a totally silent, quick, efficient hit-- which is pretty different to how Miko usually approaches "the smackdown".

Sure, part of it is because Knockout is sort of ruining a huge moment for the Autobots by quipping at a particularly annoying moment to do so, and she probably just wants him to shut the fuck up as quickly as possible so they can all get back to enjoying watching the revitalisation of Cybertron.

And they're all probably a bit tired from even managing to get to this point.

But then I remembered:

In the episode Flying Mind, Miko and Raf help Fowler off the Nemesis after he's been incapacitated.

But Jack stays behind, and when Knockout snaps out of Trypticon's stasis, he attempts to power drill through Jack's head/upper torso.

Ratchet comes through the ground bridge and punches Knockout, in the same way Miko punches Knockout in the series finale. One hit, and we're done here.

(Sorry for the crunchy quality screenshot, my internet connection is a bit crunchy itself at the moment lmao)

Now, Miko wasn't there to witness this, but we know Miko frequently asks the others to tell her about anything she misses, either because she's been asked to stay home or because things kicked off when she was otherwise not around. She likes to hear battle stories. She's actively jealous of the others when they get to go deal with cool shit and she can't for various reasons.

So we can assume that she asked Jack what happened, or perhaps Ratchet briefed everyone once the other Autobots were revived from temporary stasis, and she would have been present for that in the base.

Miko holds a grudge. There is an entire episode where her and Wheeljack essentially go on an ill-advised revenge mission after Bulkhead is injured. She operates on that mafia level shit, wanting revenge so badly that she essentially withholds information from Wheeljack until he agrees to let her tag along.

And while she learned from that experience, it does hint at the type of mindset she has-- Don't fuck with her friends, or she will very much hold onto that anger until she gets the chance to act on it.

When she punches Knockout, it's a quick, clean punch. Which makes sense contextually for that scene, she's not going to haul completely off on him in that moment.

But it also echoes how Ratchet dealt with him when Knockout was threatening Jack, and that seems like the kind of detail Miko would remember after having it described to her.

She has a bit of a vengeful streak, and even though she does learn not to act on desires for revenge, she's still a kid and god she loves fighting so much, and there is no way she forgot about that one time Knockout tried to kill her friend with a fucking drill-- Even if she didn't get to witness it, it's likely she was told about it in some way, and she's been holding onto that for a while.

So I just really like that her punching Knockout is a mirror of when Ratchet punched Knockout previously, because we know she's very good at paying attention to detail when it comes to fighting, and we know that she learns from observation and from listening to battle stories.

It makes a lot of sense if she just recognised Knockout as being that one bot who nearly killed Jack and remembered how Jack likely described the incident to her later (or may have gotten details from any debriefing Ratchet may have provided at the base), and in that moment recalled that Ratchet took him down in one hit, so she should probably just do the same.

It's quick, it worked before on this exact bot, it'll probably work again.

Miko does learn. She very much holds a grudge. And I like that even though her actions in the finale make sense even without the possible background connection to a prior episode, it does perfectly make sense either way.

You know she begged Jack for all the details later, and you know she committed that shit to memory.

If Ratchet can knock out Knockout, so can she.

And she's not having their victory moment fucked up by some dude who seriously put them in danger on many previous occasions, even if he came around to the "winning team" in the end.

anyway you just know Miko is a mascot for the Wreckers later on, like there's no way Wheeljack and/or Bulkhead doesn't custom paint the side of a ship at some point like a WW2 aircraft lmao but it's just a painting of Miko laughing maniacally while punching a boulder or something

#tfp #transformers prime #tfp ratchet #tfp jack #tfp miko #miko nadakai #jack darby #tfp knockout #long post #just thinkin #maccadam #maccadams #transformers #wreckers

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cupidsfaerie · 10 months

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hey-a! i was wondering if you could do a roman reigns imagine where R is part of the bloodline, but doesn’t wrestle and she’s Roman’s wife. She kind of sets up all his appts and accompanies him to the ring like Paul. Then she enters the Rumble at 30 since they’re short a woman, and accidentally wins and the guys are proud of her. She gets a shot at the title at Wrestlemania and wins the title, basically solidifying she can hold her own without the guys. Plus if there’s like build up and promos about them not really believing she could do it, and she wants to prove them wrong. Thank you! ❤️

the woman of the hour ✧.* | roman reigns x reader!

roman reigns x fem! reader

summary: in which roman's wife is a surprise entrant in the royal rumble match and earns the opportunity of a lifetime.

genre: fluff <3

a/n: this fic idea was so so good, i wanted to make sure this one came out exactly how i pictured it! i hope you all love it.

y/n was a well known figure in the world of wrestling. being the wife of the man who ran the entire business with his title reign was something that she never minded taking pride in. y/n was not only a manager for her husband, but she was the definition of a hard worker. she never wanted to just be a trophy wife, she herself did her best to book everything for her husband. she took her job as a manager the way every person should.

she was someone who had a routine in her life. she made sure everything was perfect for the bloodline as a whole, and always kept things under control for the men that held the group together. what she didn't expect was for her routine to be changed when she received a call from her a call from her boss, triple h. hunter called her with a surprise she had never expected in the morning before work.

as hunter's name popped up on her screen, she answered quickly. always managing her business as she should. "hello hunter! this is a nice surprise." she answered, "good morning y/n! i was hoping i would get a response from you." he said excitedly. to say what y/n heard next was unexpected, would be an understatement. "so what's going on, should i be worried?" she asked, curiously. she could hear hunter chuckle through the phone, before answering her question.

"well, y/n. i have a proposition for you." he replied, she looked around confused, her husband wasn't home as he was out doing his morning workout and training. "what would that be?" y/n responded. "now y/n, i know what i'm going to ask might sound scary. however, if you say no i completely understand," hunter said, before continuing. "with all the current injuries, and short staffing, i was wondering if you could step in and take one of the open positions in the royal rumble match coming in two weeks", he stated.

y/n was completely taken aback by what her boss had just said to her, but she took her job seriously, and would never want to disappoint the people who took care not only her career, but her husband's as well. "wow, hunter. i have no idea what to say." she chuckled nervously as she thought about the decision she should make. "i know it can be a lot, and i know that you aren't a wrestler. however, i can assure you that if you do decide to do it, we have the people to help train you and get you into that ring. so what do you say?" he questioned.

she knew that this was a big decision, and definitely one she should ask her husband about first. she also knew that she was independent, and could make her own decisions. "you know what, hunter? i'll do it! to be honest i am completely shocked you chose to ask me, but i really am grateful for any opportunity." she said, confidently. "that is amazing, y/n. you are honestly a true gem of this business." he said, before adding, "as for training, with it being two weeks from now, after you get back from smackdown tonight, the trainers at the performance center will be ready for you in florida by monday. be there at seven in the morning, and they can teach you everything. if you have any questions, don't hesitate to stop by my office! thank you again, y/n. and hey, good luck out there! you never know what could happen." he said. the two ended the conversation, and y/n thought, how would she explain this to her husband?

y/n hadn't realized how much time she had spent in her own thoughts until she heard the door click, and saw her husband walking through the door. "hey baby." he said, walking over to her and giving her a kiss. "hi, honey," she said, roman knew she was thinking about something. he knew her too well, knowing instantly she was deep in thought about something. "what's up? what've you been thinking about?" he asked her, as he sat down on the bed next to her, rubbing her leg as he awaited an answer. "when i tell you, you have to promise to not be mad that i didn't ask you first." she started, causing roman to look confused. "you know i never stay mad, what is it?" he questioned, curiously.

y/n sighed, before starting to explain herself. "well, hunter called me this morning. he asked me to step in for the royal rumble." roman was surprised, but not upset. why would he be? "that was it? baby, are you kidding? honestly, that's kind of insane." he chuckled, he grabbed her hands, before looking in her eyes. "baby, you're literally the only person i know that is amazing at everything. however, my only worry is that you've never wrestled before." he added. y/n smiled, not expecting her husband to be so comforting about the news that her boss had left her with. "hunter actually told me that i'll be training at the performance center for the next two weeks, starting sunday." y/n smiled, causing her husband to smile. "that's amazing, y/n. i wish i could be there while you trained this coming week." he said, disappointed, knowing he had live events to work the following two weeks.

y/n smiled at her husband, and kissed his cheek. "baby, you'll be there on the royal rumble, you get to see it happen. i get to surprise you with my talent." she chuckled, causing roman to laugh. "well, good. just know if you need anything, i'm here. you know that." he said, giving her a kiss.

for the next two weeks, y/n had spent her entire time training for the royal rumble event. she hadn't seen her husband, and she was definitely missing him, especially seeing him on smackdown without her. roman spent those two weeks calling her each day, giving her words of advice and helping her throughout all of the stress. she spent everyday focusing on taking hits, falls, and selling moves. she knew that if she dedicated herself to this, she would be able to do her best, and for her that is what was most important to her.

day of the royal rumble:

it was finally the day that she would see if all of her work had paid off. at the end of her training weeks, hunter had came in to see how she was doing, and he told her that he was impressed with what she could learn within those two weeks. to say y/n was proud of herself, was definitely something she felt.

roman and y/n were finally back together, and were walking hand and hand into the arena, along with jimmy and jey. "how we feeling, y/n?" jey asked y/n, curiously. she was nervous, and three men around her could sense it. "you already know," she answered, chuckling. the three guys shook their heads, and jimmy replied to her, "listen, you know you're gonna do great. hunter had you training with the best trainers and wrestlers out there. and trust, if you didn't impress him when he came to check out your progress before tonight, he wouldn't have you going out there tonight." he said, causing the other three to nod in agreement. "he's right, baby. you're gonna kill it tonight, now let's go get your gear and get you ready." roman said, excitedly.

y/n had just finished up getting ready, and was mentally preparing for her match in roman's locker room. pacing around, and warming up. "calm down, baby. you got this, trust me." he said, walking behind her. "i'm gonna be watching, you know that." he added, before hearing a knock on the door. the two looked over, and roman went to open it, seeing hunter. "hey you two, glad to see you're dressed and ready y/n! i just wanted to stop by and give you your entry number. you're entering at thirty, which is definitely a great number. with that, i say good luck, and do your best. you've impressed me with your work the from the last two weeks. good luck again." he said, smiling before walking out.

y/n was now watching the match that she was about to enter anxiously, as she waited in the gorilla. she was on in the next 15 seconds, feeling like the time of the match had gone by so quickly. roman had reassured her multiple times before the match started that she would do fine, before she knew it the final 5 seconds of the countdown was going off. once the beep had gone off and the fans were anticipating who was coming out, nobody expected to hear a remix of roman's song come on, a theme song she had been given when she started managing her husband.

fans were screaming, some confused, some excited. the voices of michael cole and corey graves shocked when they heard the music hit. "could it be! roman reigns wife is entering the royal rumble!" michael cole yelled. y/n slid into the ring, faced with asuka, rhea ripley, and liv morgan. to say she was anxious was an understatement as she faced the three women in front of her. she felt her confidence rise as she heard the crowd screaming, "holy shit!" she smiled, before running up to liv and attacking her, using the moves she had learned over the few weeks. she fought hard, before doing something that drove the fans crazy. she hit rhea ripley with a superkick, and completed the scene by hitting asuka with a spear, an ode to her husband.

she smiled as the crowd was roaring. before she knew it, asuka had been eliminated. she looked at the two women in front of her, smiling at rhea and liv. she knew that she probably wasn't going to win, but the adrenaline she felt was something she had never felt in her life, and she loved it. "you think you can come in here? this is my ring!" rhea yelled, before both rhea and liv attacked y/n, working as a team as they had many times. while y/n was down, rhea and liv started fighting each other. y/n watched as liv got eliminated. as soon as she noticed rhea was occupied with dumping liv out of the ring, she took the opportunity to throw rhea out of the ring, something her and rhea both did not know she was capable of.

y/n's jaw dropped as she realized what she had just did. she just won the royal rumble, something she thought would be the last outcome of the night. meanwhile, backstage roman and hunter were clapping in excitement knowing that y/n just did the unthinkable. the crowd was filled with jaws on the floor. some people upset, and some people surprised by her performance. y/n celebrated, as the usos came out to support her, as her husband's match was next. she smiled the two came behind her, holding her up, and pointed to the wrestlemania sign, causing the fireworks to go off. she was excited, but now. how was she going to win the match at wrestlemania that she didn't expect to happen?

after finishing her celebration, y/n went backstage, and ran into her husband's arms. "i am so proud of you, baby. you killed it." he whispered in her ear. "your spear? amazing." he added, smiling widely. y/n smiled, looking into her husband's eyes, "thank you for believing in me. now, go kill it out there so we can celebrate." she smiled, giving him a kiss, before roman had to leave for his match. backstage, people were congratulating her, giving her hugs, and words of props. y/n soaked it all in, enjoying her moment.

over the time leading up to wrestlemania, y/n spent more weeks training for the biggest match of her life. what took the fans by surprise was her choice of choosing to wrestle charlotte at wrestlemania. she knew that regardless of her decision, it would be a tough battle. every week, there would be constant trolls saying that she was a fool for thinking she could wrestle her at wrestlemania. with her not fighting each week, people did not know what to expect from her at wrestlemania. fans did not believe in her, but with the kind of woman y/n was, it gave her fuel. she spent her time training, and when she would come out to accompany roman, fans would always chant, "she can't wrestle." it was getting under skin, she wanted to prove everyone wrong. regardless of what roman and everyone who trained her would tell her, she wanted to prove these fans wrong, she wanted to be confident in her own abilities.

day of wrestlemania:

y/n had spent months preparing for this moment. the day of wrestlemania. she had been to the event multiple times, but never did she think it would be for own match. people had no idea what to expect from her. they had no clue if she would win, lose, or even put on a show for that matter. at the current moment, she was in her husband's locker room, preparing for her match. it was the first day of wrestlemania, meaning he would not be wrestling tonight. she not only wanted to make him proud, but she wanted to make the entire bloodline proud. she looked at herself, happy with the gear that had been made for her for this moment.

she looked at herself in the mirror, before putting on one of her husband's shirts that she had cropped. she was ready, and regardless of what everyone had to say, she was ready. roman smiled at her as he watched his wife prepare. he had taken a couple of weeks off throughout the months to attend trainings with her, and he knew she was ready. he just wanted her to be as confident in her abilities as he was. "you ready? you're on after this match." he said, causing y/n to get nervous butterflies in her stomach. he grabbed her two hands, looking at her in the eyes, "i believe in you, you are going to be amazing. fuck what the fans say, fuck what anyone says. you have been working your ass off, and trust me when i tell you, you are honestly a natural wrestler." he said, smiling.

y/n didn't realize how much she needed her husband's words at that moment, she was ready, and she deserved to be in this match after the work she had put in. "you're right, i'm ready. i want to make everyone proud, thank you for everything. you are forever the most amazing husband ever." she said, causing roman to smile widely. he pulled her into a hug, before they heard a staff member knock and yell, "y/n! get to the gorilla, your entrance is up in five!" she turned to roman, feeling nervous again, and he gave her a kiss. "you've got this, let's get over there. did i mention, paul will be accompanying you? you're the first woman to have paul with you, trust me, you got this." he said, before they walked over to the gorilla.

it was time, her entrance was up. she knew regardless of what happened, this was something she should be proud of. she heard her music hit, and paul smiled widely, "let's do this." y/n made her entrance, hearing a mix of wild cheers, and a few boos hear and there. she loved the adrenaline of knowing she had some people who didn't believe in her because she wanted to prove them wrong. as she waited for charlotte to make her entrance she made sure to keep a confident face, just like her husband had taught her.

the match began, and she pulled out every move she had learned. from the most perfect clotheslines, to superkicks, she showed off what she had been taught. the usos made sure to give her the perfect technique on a suicide dive, which caused the crowd to go insane. the amount of this is awesome cheers fueled her up. roman watched in the back proud, along with his cousins, he didn't expect to watch his wife to pull out her very own superman punch, smiling even wider when she watched her talk shit to the camera, another thing he taught her. he nodded in pride, as her and charlotte went back and fourth.

the final stride of the match came in, with charlottle having y/n in a figure eight. y/n felt like it was time to give up, she knew regardless of if she tapped out or not, she put in her all. the match had already gone on for twenty-two minutes, but she felt the adrenaline kick in once more. she somehow managed to get out of the figure eight, finding a way to kick charlottle in the face in the process. she looked up, knowing this was her chance. she ran up to charlottle, hitting her with a spear, and the crowd went wild. she looked up at the fans jumping up and down, and smiled. she knew what she had to do to finish this match off. she found her way up to the top rope, and did her very own uso splash, and knew this was it. the fans didn't though. y/n went for the pin once charlottle was down, and the referee started the final count.

one. two. three!

y/n went crazy as she heard the three. she didn't even get up, she sat there in the middle of the ring feeling all of her emotions. pride, happiness, and everything she had worked for coming to a final stop. she felt her tears come down, and watched as paul walked up to her with her new smackdown women's championship. once she heard the announcer say she was the winner, she smiled, raising up her title. she heard the fans cheer even louder, and looked over. roman and the usos were coming out to celebrate with her. she smiled as she looked at her husband, who grabbed her title, and put it around her waist for her.

"you deserve this, go to that rope, you did it." he whispered, as y/n went up to the top rope, and smiled looking down at the title that was around her waist, hearing fireworks go off all around her. the three men smiled as they watched her. as she came down, the three guys pulled her into a group hug, and the fans roared in you deserve it chants. and she did, she deserved it because she put on one hell of a match. and that, is how y/n became the woman of the hour.

the end.

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this was so fun to write, my apologies for taking so long to get to all requests! i hope you guys enjoyed. <3

#wwe #wrestling imagine #wwe fanfiction #roman reigns #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns x y/n #roman reigns x you #wwe imagine #wwe x reader

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kyleoreillylover · 4 months

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Weakness

Pairing: Sami Zayn x Fem!Black!Reader

Summary: After that infamous Bloodline promo, where Sami made everyone else break character with his humor, he made you break character in a different way. And you want him to break you in a different way.

warnings: smut, oral (fem receiving), very loving, top Sami, mentions of Jey and Roman.

translations: Ana 'uhibuka, hasalt ealayki, habibti- I love you, I got you, my love.

word count: 3,914

a/n: I deeply apologize for this. I'm in my Sami era. Love love love him, and I hope ya'll love this as well! Enjoy! (also it should be illegal for his muscles to pop like that in those shirts)

tag list: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav @hope4more @selena-tyler-564 @saintaquarius @whatdoeseverybodywant @raya-hunter01

Sami was always your weakness.

His eyes, that showed every emotion on his face, made you weak in the knees whenever he would look at you like you were the sole source of his joy.

His lips, that whispered sweet promises and even sweeter words that never failed to make you laugh and make your heart melt.

His hugs, that always made you feel safe and wrapped in warmth, were your sanctuary.

But right now, all you were focused on were his arms. Those thick, muscled arms that were moving up and down with his hands as he spoke on the mic, commanding the attention of the entire arena.

You were standing next to him with the rest of the Bloodline, a small smirk on your face as you tried to stay in character and not let your eyes wander, but it was a challenge.

His charisma filled the arena, but it was the subtle glances he stole in your direction that sent shivers down your spine. The way he controlled the crowd mirrored the way he held your heart—firm, yet tender.

Sami mentioning your name made you snap out of your reverie and turn to him, your smirk slightly faltering at the look of affection in his eyes.

“We talked about how everyone loves Jimmy, Solo, and Jey, but who doesnt love Y/N!” Sami grinned, his words echoing through the arena, and a playful glint in his eyes.

The crowd erupted in cheers, but it was Sami's gaze that made your heart race. “The greatest Smackdown Women’s Champion of all time, my dawgs!” He nudged you playfully as you tried not to snicker and break character at his antics, even though Jey was trying not to die of laughter in the corner of your eye.

But then Sami wrapped an arm around you, and all you could think of was his muscular arms pinning you down, restraining you in a different kind of hold. God, did his shirt shrink a tighter today, cause his biceps were feeling particularly distracting.

You didn't know if he was doing this on purpose or if it was just Sami being Sami, but either way you were gonna bring him to the nearest room after this was over and have your way with him. Or him have his way with you. Either way you'd be happy.

Which is exactly what you did when the promo was over and the rest of the guys were heading home.

Sami let out a soft chuckle and sound of confusion as you tried to push his body into the nearest locker room at the arena you were at. He tried to slow you down and his eyes narrowed in confusion at your out of character actions.

"Hey, hey, habibti, relax for a second, a little patience won't hurt anyone-"

"I've been patient all night, I can't take it anymore." You managed to finally push him into the locker room, the door closing behind you. The dim light revealed a smirk on Sami's face as he caught on to your intentions. Without warning, you straddled his lap, making him gasp in surprise.

"What has gotten into you, Y/N?" Sami's voice was a mix of amusement and excitement as he looked up at you, his arms flexing as he brought his arms around your waist to steady you, and you couldn't take it anymore.

You tangled your fingers in his red hair, and pulled him in for a hungry kiss that conveyed all the pent-up desire you had been holding back during the entire promo.

"You were so fucking hot tonight, Sami" you breathed against his lips, the words sending a shiver down his spine. "That fucking shirt was practically begging to be ripped off, and those arms…" You trailed off, capturing his lips in another searing kiss, your body pressed against his.

Sami groaned into the kiss, his hands roaming over your back, pulling you closer. "That stupid Bloodline shirt was driving me insane. All I could think about was getting you alone, away from the crowd, away from the cameras," you confessed, your breath mingling with his.

Sami's eyes sparkled with a mix of surprise and delight.

"Oh really?" he grinned, his hands sliding down to your hips, his touch sending electric pulses through your body.

"I didn't realize you were so affected by my shirt. And I thought it was my humor and charm driving you wild. Don't act like I didn't see you almost break into laughter during the promo," he teased, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke.

"No, that was all Jey. And also Roman. You're gonna get in trouble with Papa H if you keep making us break character. 'Feeling ucey?' I don't know how the rest of us survived." You admitted with a mischievous glint in your eyes, pulling away slightly to meet Sami's gaze.

Sami smirked, the playful glint in his eyes turning into a more intense stare. "And why didn't you break character then? What was it about tonight that got you so worked up?" Sami's hands slid down to your thighs, pulling you even closer as he awaited your response.

"I couldn't resist any longer," you admitted, your lips trailing down his jawline. "You were out there, all confident and in control, and I just needed you."

You sighed shakily when you felt Sami's hands gripping your thighs a little tighter, his breath catching at your confession. "And right now, I want you to forget about the cameras, forget about the crowd, and just focus on me."

Sami stared at you with a mixture of desire and affection, the intensity of his gaze locking onto yours making you forget everything else in that moment. He always knew how to take your breath away with just one look.

He gripped your thighs and in one swift motion, brought the two of you off the couch and pressed your against the locker room door.

The echo of the door hitting the frame was drowned out by the sound of Sami's hungry kiss, his lips possessing yours with a fiery urgency. Your hands roamed through his hair, tugging at the strands as your bodies molded together, aching for each other.

Sami's hands trailed down your sides, sending shivers across your skin as he moved them to the small of your back, pulling you even closer. The heat between you intensified with every passing second, the desire that had been simmering during the promo now unleashed in a passionate frenzy.

As Sami's lips moved from your mouth to the sensitive skin of your neck, you couldn't help but let out a low moan. The feeling of his warm breath against your skin, coupled with the delicious friction of his body against yours, made your senses reel.

"God, Y/N," Sami murmured against your neck, his voice low and husky. You tried tugging at his hair again, but he grasped your wrists in his larger hands, holding them above your head against the locker room door. The dominance in his actions made you groan in pleasure, the raw desire between you escalating with each passing moment.

This is what you wanted. His hands to take control, his lips to claim every inch of your skin, and his body to consume yours in a frenzy of passion.

Sami didn't miss your reaction to his dominance, and a devilish smirk played on his lips. "You like that, huh?" he whispered, his lips dangerously close to yours. You could only manage a breathless nod in response, which made him let out a low chuckle.

It wasn't often you were this under, all breathless and consumed by desire, waiting for his next move, barely able to hold eye contact without your senses being overwhelmed. But when it happened, Sami savored the moment, relishing in the fact that he had the power to render you speechless, to make your body tremble with anticipation.

"You think I don't know how you feel right now? Cause I do." Sami's voice was a seductive purr, and his lips traced a path back to yours.

"Cause every time you go out and do a promo, or a segment, or literally anything, I have to stop myself from jumping you right then and there. Your confidence, the way you own the spotlight, it drives me crazy," he confessed, his words sending a thrill down your spine.

"Always fucking teasing me, and now you know how it feels, habibti." You let out a breathy moan when Sami bucked his hips against yours, the friction adding to the intensity of the moment. “S-Sami fuck, please touch me," you managed to gasp out, the need in your voice making Sami's grin widen.

“I don’t know if I should.” Sami paused, his lips hovering over yours, a mischievous glint in his eyes. The teasing tone in his voice sent shivers down your spine as he continued to assert his control.

"Maybe I should make you wait a little longer," he teased, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your skin.

Your body was on edge, craving his touch, but Sami reveled in the anticipation, savoring the way he could make you squirm beneath his grasp. “Teach you how to have patience, just like I have too.”

He took your wrists in one hand, and the other traveled down your body, and you jolted when his fingers brushed your clothed center, slowly rubbing it in a torturous rhythm. Your breath hitched, the teasing making you ache for more.

"Come on, Sami, don't do this to me," you pleaded, your voice a desperate whisper. Sami's eyes held a playful glint as he continued his maddeningly slow movements, reveling in the effect he had on you.

"Tell me what you want, Y/N," he whispered, his lips brushing against yours, his hot breath sending shivers through your body. "Be specific."

You could barely find the words amidst the intoxicating mix of desire and frustration. "Touch me, Sami," you finally managed to gasp, your voice laden with need.

“Not specific enough. Try again.” Sami teased you, and despite your pants forming a barrier, Sami’s fingers circling your clothed center and pressing against you intensified the ache.

"Please, Sami," you whimpered, your desperation evident as you bucked against his touch. Sami, enjoying the game, pressed a little harder, his fingers applying just enough pressure to make you squirm.

"Tell me exactly where you want me to touch you," he demanded, his voice a seductive murmur. Your mind raced as you tried to articulate your desire, the teasing pushing you to the edge.

"Inside, Sami. I want you inside," you managed to plead, your breath hitching as he finally gave in, his fingers sliding beneath your pants, meeting your warmth.

“Fuckkk.” You moaned out loudly as his fingers met your clit, curling them in a way he knew would have you writhing with pleasure.

"You like that?" Sami whispered against your lips, the satisfaction evident in his voice.

Your response was a breathy moan, and you nodded in affirmation. Sami's weight on you made you feel every sensation intensely. He continued his skilled ministrations, expertly bringing you to the edge and then pulling back, savoring the way you squirmed beneath him.

"Your'e gonna have to be more quiet than that, habibti," Sami grinned, the mischievous glint in his eyes never fading as he took your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans and turning them into shared passion.

Most people had already left, but Sami didn't want to risk Jey or Roman hearing your moans. The two of you were extremely private with your personal lives and family, let alone your relationship. Hell, the only people who knew you were married were Becky, Liv, and Kevin.

But the thought of being caught made heat rush through Sami's body, and his movements became more deliberate, his fingers finding the perfect rhythm to drive you wild without a care in the world.

Your hands desperately clutched at the back of Sami's shirt, the fabric bunching up in your fists as you fought to maintain some semblance of composure, but it was hard to focus on anything other than the pleasure Sami was expertly delivering.

His lips left a trail of kisses along your neck, each one sending shivers down your spine. His fingers worked expertly, stoking the flames of desire until you were on the verge of losing control.

You leaned your head against the cold locker room door, your breath coming in erratic gasps as Sami built up those flames, the fire burning hotter with every touch.

"Sami," you whined, the overwhelming need in your voice making him suck a sharp breath, his eyes locked onto yours, and the amount of love and desire in his gaze almost brought you to tears.

His eyes told you what words couldn't express- how much he cherished you, how much he wanted you, and how he would always give you what you needed.

"I know." Sami whispered against your ear, his voice a husky promise that sent shivers down your spine. His fingers alternated between flicking your folds and circling your clit, the fire building up to an inferno of pleasure. "I know, habibti. Ana 'uhibuka, hasalt ealayki, habibti." Sami had slipped into his mother tongue, and at the sound of it and those words you understood that filled your heart, you were fucking gone.

The room was filled with the sounds of your moans, his whispers, and the faint creaking of the locker room door under the intensity of your encounter.

You were so close to the edge, the waves of pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave. Sami could feel the tension building in your body, the way your muscles clenched around his fingers, and he reveled in the knowledge that he was the one driving you to the brink.

"Let go, habibti," Sami murmured, his lips brushing against yours as he continued his relentless assault on your senses. "Let me feel you, let me hear you."

You were so close to that fire of release, the heat intensifying as Sami's skilled touch pushed you closer to the edge. You just needed one more push, one more movement, and you would be freefalling into the flames head on. Sami knew exactly how to deliver that final push.

He let go of your wrist, lowered himself to his knees, looked up at you through hooded eyes, and sucked your clit hard.

Your eyes shut as you let the flames engulf you, your back arched off the door, and you couldn't hold back the loud moan that escaped your lips. You rode out the waves of pleasure, your body trembling under the intensity of your orgasm.

But Sami wasn't done there. He continued sucking on your clit, flicking his tongue in just the right way to make those flames erupt again and consume you once more.

The sensations were overwhelming, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as Sami aimed to make you come undone yet again. Your fingers tangled in his hair, and you couldn't help but whimper his name over and over again, making Sami tap your thigh as a warning to keep it down.

Despite the warning, he didn't let up on his assault, determined to draw every last bit of pleasure from you. Flattening his tongue, he continued to lick and suck, savoring your taste as if it was the most delicious treat in the world. Your legs trembled, and your body twitched as your second orgasm was approaching.

"Sami, I'm close," you whimpered, the intensity of the pleasure threatening to overwhelm you. Sami, however, didn't show any signs of slowing down. He seemed to revel in your loss of control, his lips and tongue working in harmony to bring you to new heights of ecstasy.

"Just let go, Y/N," Sami urged, his voice a sultry murmur against your sensitive flesh. "Give in to the pleasure. I feel you clenching around me. You like that, huh? Feeling my tongue on you, making you lose control." Sami's words were a seductive whisper, his gaze never leaving yours as he continued his relentless assault on your senses.

"Don't stop talking, Sami," you pleaded, your voice barely audible between gasps. The sensation of his tongue on you and the sound of his words were pushing you to the edge once more. Sami obliged, his lips leaving your clit for a moment.

"What made you so needy tonight, huh?" Sami's voice was a mix of amusement and desire as he looked up at you, his eyes burning with intensity. "Was it the promo, or maybe it was the mention of your name? Or perhaps it was just the thought of being alone with me that had you so worked up?"

You struggled to form coherent words, the pleasure still coursing through your veins. "All of the above, Sami. But mostly, it's just you. Always you."

Sami smiled at your response, a mixture of satisfaction and affection in his eyes. He didn't need any more words to understand the depth of your desire and love. With a final, purposeful flick of his tongue, Sami pushed you over the edge once again, the intensity of your release echoing through the dimly lit locker room.

Sami eased his licks as you rode out the waves of pleasure, gradually slowing his movements. He pressed gentle kisses along your inner thighs, leaving a trail of warmth as he made his way back up to your lips. Your body was still buzzing with the aftermath of ecstasy, and you could feel Sami's smirk against your skin.

"Did that satisfy your impatience, habibti?" Sami teased, his voice a low murmur as he looked into your eyes, his fingers trailing lazy circles on your skin.

You couldn't help but chuckle, your breath still uneven. "Hmm, I don't know, Sami. Maybe I need a few more rounds to be completely sure." Your playful response earned a hearty laugh from Sami, his eyes sparkling with amusement and adoration.

"Is that a challenge, my love?" Sami grinned, leaning in for a sweet kiss that tasted like a mixture of passion and satisfaction.

"Maybe," you replied with a mischievous twinkle in your eye. You moved to stand up, and Sami instinctively grabbed onto your shoulders to help steady you as you found your footing.

You smiled at him, your post-orgasmic bliss evident in your eyes. Sami returned your smile, his gaze filled with a warmth that spoke volumes about his love for you.

"I love you." You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him in for a sweet kiss, savoring the taste of him on your lips. Sami's arms encircled your waist, pulling you close as if never wanting to let go.

"I love you too, more than anything," Sami whispered against your lips, his voice filled with genuine affection. The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes , wrapped up in each others arms and exchanging sweet pecks that made your hearts race with love, the locker room's dim light casting a soft glow on your intertwined figures.

As you pulled away from the kiss, a mischievous glint returned to Sami's eyes. "So, about those few more rounds…" he teased, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

You couldn't help but laugh, feeling grateful for the lightheartedness Sami always brought into your life. "Well, I did say maybe," you replied, matching his playful tone.

Sami chuckled, giving you a quick peck on the lips before helping you both tidy up and fix your disheveled appearance. "We defiantly need to get the do not disturb sign from the hotel clerk, otherwise we might get some noise complaints from people like last time."

You giggled at the memory of Sami lying about the noise complaints during one of your more passionate encounters.

"I still don't know how you convinced them we were just going over moves, and that's how we broke the headboards." You both burst into giggles at the memory of the creative excuses Sami had come up with to save face with the hotel staff.

"Hey, I don't know why you're laughing when you weren't complaining when we were breaking those headboards," Sami retorted with a cheeky grin, earning a playful swat on his arm from you.

"I'm sorry, am I the one that likes to get a little carried away?" you teased, enjoying the banter. Sami couldn't help but laugh, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"You wanna talk about getting carried away?" Sami shot back at you, and you rolled your eyes playfully, trying to will the heat away from your cheeks.

"Sami, I-"

"Not even giving me a moment of respite from that promo. Do you know how grueling it is on my vocal chords to talk for that long?" Sami interrupted, feigning an offended tone as he pretended to massage his throat.

"I was not that-"

"Pushing me into the locker room with no regards to the poor door!" Sami continued, his playful expression turning into a mock pout, as if he actually cared for that stupid door.

"Sami-"

"Like a crazy women. I thought my life was over for a second there-" Sami was interrupted by your lips crashing into his, effectively silencing his playful banter. The kiss was a mixture of sweet and fiery, a reminder of the passion you shared.

"Enough talking," you mumbled against his lips, your hands tangling in his hair as you deepened the kiss. Sami chuckled, the vibrations against your lips adding to the pleasure.

"Well, can you blame me? When I have the most beautiful and incredible person in the world as my wife, I can't help but lose control sometimes," Sami admitted when he pulled away from the kiss, his tone turning sincere as he cupped your face in his hands.

You felt your heart swell with warmth at his words. "Smooth talker," you teased, but the love in your eyes mirrored his.

Sami leaned in for another sweet kiss, the lingering taste of passion still present between you. "I mean every word, Y/N. You're my everything." He pecked your lips once more before kissing your nose, giggling when you scrunched it up in a playful manner.

"You're not so bad yourself, Mr. Honorary Uce." you replied, your eyes filled with affection. "Now, how about those rounds?"

Sami grinned, realizing that the night was far from over. "First one to the car get's to be on top!"

Before you realized what was happening, Sami took off in a sprint, leaving you to burst into laughter at his playful competitiveness. This was the man that held your heart in his hands, that made you feel hot all over with just a look, that made you laugh, that made you feel desired and cherished.

"Hey, that's not fair! I can't even run!" You yelled as you chased after him, both of you laughing uncontrollably as you tried to chase after him even though your legs felt like jelly, jumping on his back and making him carry you on his back when you finally caught up with him.

The locker room door swung shut behind you, leaving behind the echoes of your laughter, the dim light, and the memory of a passionate encounter that had ignited the flames of desire between you and Sami once more.

And you wouldn't have it any other way.

#wwe x reader #nxt x reader #wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #wwe x black reader #sami zayn x reader #sami zayn fanfiction #sami zayn smut #sami zayn imagine #wwe smut #wwe fic #wwe x fem reader #wwe x oc #wwe x y/n #kevin owens x reader #jey uso x reader #roman reigns x reader

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This is so weird but I have a cute image of Edges daughter being a single mother who recently was out of an abusive relationship and the judgement day becoming protective over her and her daughter. The whole thing starts because her daughter has a habit of running to Dom (who she was childhood friends with) when she's bored back stage or Damian when she's scared.

You’re doing amazing

Judgement day x fem!reader

Warnings: Mentions of abuse.

Readers Pov

This is all too much. I’m raising a three-year-old. While being in a big company and finally getting out of the abusive relationship, I was in. I had nowhere to go after I managed to get a three-year-old and I out of the house.

My dad took me in. It’s been kind of easy. Lyric and Ruby love their niece. I don’t leave Luna alone with Beth, though. Kind of don’t want to put anymore pressure on her than I have to. I also never left Luna with James. It always made me worry would he do the same to her if I left her.

Getting ready for Monday night, Raw has been harder since the draft. My dad has been drafted to SmackDown while I’m staying on the Raw roster. When Luna heard that, she was so upset. She loves her grandpa.

We had just made it to my locker room. When Luna announces to Mr Frog and me that she’s hungry. She puts her arms up for me to lift her, so I pick her up and grab her Mr frog. While walking, many superstars say ‘hi’ to her and she loves it.

“Mama down. I want down,” Luna says suddenly. I put her down, and she runs off.

“Luna sweetie, you can’t,” I pause. She runs off to Dominik, an old friend of mine. Well, he was a childhood best friend we grew up together.

“Dommy,” Luna says, putting her arms up. He chuckles and picks her up. He made sure her Mr frog didn’t fall.

“Alright miss Luna Lou, where’s your mommy?” he questions her. Luna points in my direction. I wave at them.

“Hey, I can um take her back if you don’t want her,” I say, suddenly feeling nervous.

“What? no it’s fine. You have to get ready. I’ll take her. She can finally meet the JD,” Dominik says, smiling.

“I mean, if that’s not a burden for you,” I reply.

“Oh, no, totally not. Come on Luna Lou, let’s go meet my friends,” Dominik says, walking off with Luna.

In Gorilla

I haven’t seen Luna in an hour or so. I’ve got time before my promo to see her. I hear giggling from behind me. Turning around and see Luna with the Judgement Day trailing behind her. I kneel down and open up my arms to get a hug from my baby girl.

“Y/N, before you go out there, I just want to say Luna told us what had happened,” Dominik says.

“She doesn’t know everything,” I say, confused.

“Mama, I told them that the mean man used to hit you because I always saw,” Luna says.

“Oh baby,” I say, cooing at her.

I don’t get to finish my sentence as my theme song starts playing. Rhea puts her arms out for Luna to jump in. I give her a quick thanks before running out.

In my promo, I was talking about how I wanted to fight Liv Morgan. It’s like Beetlejuice. you say his name three times and he like appears. I said Liv’s name three times and here she was, beating me down with Raquel. I feel them let off of me and feel hands help up and out of the ring to get backstage.

It’s Rhea. I pull her into a tight hug. She starts questioning me, “are you okay? They didn’t hurt you too bad, right?”

“I’m fine Rhea,” I reply. Our hug breaks up as a little Luna runs over to us, making sure I’m okay. All of us start to walk out of the gorilla when Cody Rhodes theme song comes on. I totally forgot Luna was scared of the pyro. So when Cody’s pyro went off, Luna jumped.

I expected her to run to me since grandpa Edge wasn’t here, but she didn’t. She ran straight to Damian. He picked her up, and she put her head on his shoulder, crying. I had Mr frog in my arms, so I walk over to her and give him to her.

“Come here, mama,” Rhea says to me when she notices me limping. I limp over to her and she picks me up. It’s like how Damian is holding Luna.

“Luna,” Dominik says, trying to get her to stop crying.

“Your mama is just like you,” Finn says, poking at her. Luna looks up and sees me in Rhea’s arms. A little smile makes it to her face.

“Mama?” Luna questions.

“Yes baby,” I reply.

“Why is Mami holding you?” She wonders.

“Well, your mama was limping, so I decided to help her,” Rhea answers, smiling at Luna.

The rest of the night was also spent with the Judgement Day. Luna could not get enough of them and instead of spending the night in a room that I still had to pay for, the four of them suggested we stay in their room since it was big enough.

Luna slept in a bed with Damian and Finn while I was cuddled up next to Rhea and Dominik. This was the most safe I’ve ever felt since I left James and it’s all because of the Judgement Day.

#wwe x reader #wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #dominik mysterio x reader #damian priest x reader #finn balor x reader #rhea ripley x reader #the judgement day

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 11 months

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Deuce, Malleus: My Dream, to Defend

I now read everything Malleus says as extremely ominous and foreboding (knowing the context of book 7) 👨 THEY’RE ALL RED FLAGS 🚩, YOUR HONOR *proceeds to perpetuate the red flags by giving Malleus reasonably optimistic but also ominous-in-the-right-context dialogue*

Also??? Why are Ace and Deuce's faces on their birthday cards so similar 😂 They kinda match, even their Groovies (they kind of look like they're racing each other!)… cute

A Boy in Bloom, and his Flowering Future.

“What makes you glad you can use magic?”

Malleus paused, pondering the question. “What an odd inquiry.”

“For Malleus-senpai, yeah. You use magic for almost everything! It must be hard to just pick one thing about it that makes you go, 'I'm thankful for this!'. But for me…” Deuce tilted his head back, looking up to the structure that loomed over them.

It was the main building of the campus, housing numerous classrooms and offices. Regal and imposing, with several turreted towers and balconies, it was less an academic institution and more like a castle. A castle where dreams and wishes came true. Among them, his--if he worked hard enough.

"I'm happy that I got into Night Raven College," he said earnestly. "I never thought I had the magic potential to make it to a place like this, but here I am... standing at the steps."

Malleus's mouth curled. "What a surprise. Many of the students I've encountered here are the self-assured types. If I may ask... Why is it that you did not believe yourself worthy to stand among us here?"

"Long story short, I was kind of a delinquent back then. I'd use my magic to get up to no good. Y'know, laying the smackdown on anyone that talked shit or looked at me the wrong way."

"... 'Lay the smackdown'? 'Talked shit'? I'm afraid I'm not familiar with such colloquialisms."

"Er, it sounds really wrong hearing those words come from you... Basically, it means 'fighting' and, 'when people say bad things about you'. Got it?"

"I understand. Perhaps I will take care to incorporate such terms into my vocabulary. It may even make me appear more approachable to others."

"AHHHH!!!" Deuce startled, frantically waving his hands to silence his interviewer. "M-Maybe that's not such a good idea!! I think Sebek'd tackle me to the ground and kill me on the spot for teaching you bad words..."

"Fufufu, I jest."

"A-Are you really...?"

"Of course. Please, continue sharing your story." Malleus gestured for him to proceed. "Pray tell, why is it that you became entangled in such affairs?"

"Lots of stuff," Deuce said vaguely. "Mostly because I stood out. Didn't really fit in. It was easier to take out my frustrations on others than to work on myself.

"When my magic came to me, it was helpful to have in fights. It would drive some people off, and they'd leave me alone. They were scared of getting crushed again by a cauldron."

"Scared, you say... Hmm." Malleus looked pensive. "I see. So there are cases where non-mages feel threatened by the existence of mages."

"Huh?!" Deuce stared at him, eyes bulging. "That never occurred to you before, senpai?!"

"Magic comes naturally to me. It is capable of blessings and miracles. I cannot imagine why anyone would fear it."

"Well, I think it's because magic can do good things, but it can also do bad things.”

“Good and bad…” Malleus’s brows crinkled as the considered the thought, a finger to his chin.

Deuce’s stomach dropped at the sight. “Did I speak out of turn?! Y-You don’t have to listen to what I said if you don’t want to, senpai! Forget me, wh-what do I know anyway?!”

“… No, not at all. I was just thinking about your words. It reminds me of something my grandmother told me.”

“Eh, your grandma? Y-You don’t mean the queen of Briar Valley? I… reminded you of her?” Deuce squealed, afraid to speak her name.

“Yes, she.” Malleus’s eyes darkened, resembling a storm right before lightning struck. “Grandmother says that we Draconias were gifted with great powers—and with it, great responsibility to our people and their smiles. It is with this power that we are able to protect our country.

“Is it not similar for magic in general? The wielder is the one who determines whether one’s magic is used for ‘good’ or for ‘bad’ means. In which case… it is up to each of us to use what we have for ‘good’.”

“Draconia-senpai…!!” Deuce clutched a fist to his heart. A smile was at his lips, his eyes shining. “You get me!! I… I want to use my magic for things like that! To defend my friends and my family…!!”

“That is the way.” Malleus smirked, relishing in the newfound fire in his junior’s eyes. “The power to protect those you love is within your own hands. All you must do is shape it, guide it… and make that dream come true, regardless of the obstacles that may cross your path.”

“I’ll do my best!! If there’s one thing I know I’m good at, it’s being stubborn!”

“That kind of persistence is unique to you.” Malleus showed his teeth. “Take pride in that, Spade.”

"You bet I will!!"

"... Incidentally, how do you fare in Defense Magic?"

"Urk!!" The birthday boy visibly deflated--an indication of his answer. "N-Not the best... I studied as much as I could, but still barely passed my last exam. But don't worry about me, Draconia-senpai!!"

Deuce pointed at his temple. "I'll train my brain even more so I can get at least a C next time!!"

A C... so he means to say that he earned a D on his previous exam.

A low laugh rumbled out of Malleus. “How truly tenacious of you, Spade. I wish you the best of luck on that journey.”

He lifted a hand, fingers curling around the milky orb floating in the sky. The wind rustled upon his command, ushering in a cool breeze that chased off the bleating heat of summer.

“The birthday road, and your future, awaits.”

“Yes!! I’m on my way!!” Deuce eagerly mounted his broom. His knees were tucked together tightly, stiffly securing the handle.

“Ah, and Spade. One more thing.”

“Yeah? What’s up?”

“When the times comes,” Malleus said with an easy smile, “you are free to defend yourself against my magic.”

Deuce nearly fell off of his broom at the suggestion. “Whaaat?! There’s no way I’d be able to hold up against your magic…! I’ll be just a pile of ashes by the time you’re done with…”

He caught himself and stopped. A deep breath taken, and then he set his jaw. The peacock green of his eyes had dimmed into a shade more serious.

“… No. I… I just told you that I wanted to be the kind of guy who’s capable of defending the people he loves. That means no running away, even if I’m scared, even if I know I might not win! That’s my promise to myself.”

“Fufu, that’s what I like to hear. I will be expecting you sometime then.”

Deuce gulped. “Got it! I’ll face your challenge and my future… head-on!!”

FwooooOOOSH!!

A steady wind kicked up, starting small and growing into a powerful gale. Deuce yelped as his broom bucked forward, inching above the ground on only a few startled sparkles. He looked back in horror, only to find Malleus chuckling into a hand.

Had that been a magical push?

“Heh, so that’s how it’s gonna be?” A wicked glint had surfaced in Deuce, from the eyes to his grin. “I’ll show you just how I ride…!”

Gripping the handle tightly, he leaned forward, bracing himself for a familiar rush. Height wasn’t his goal, but speed.

The world stilled. His senses sharpened, his thoughts growing louder, more insistent.

Imagine a magical wheel. Think of becoming one with the wind. So fast that you’re not yourself anymore.

He blasted off, a tornado of swirling blue petals left where he had once been. Flitting down lazily, drunken on the moonlight, they were the mark of a speed demon reborn.

The past, far behind him.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Malleus Draconia #Deuce Spade #Deuce birthday takeover #something no one asked for #spoilers #disney twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios

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Digimon Frontier - Episode 8

Omg this episode was sooo cute!! The toddler digis were adorable and so expressive. Since they were the main focus for once I think they animated them with a little more detail than usual, especially Tsunomon.

Notes:

I loved the focus on Izumi and Junpei's relationship in this! I feel like episodes with a smaller cast are always stronger writing-wise. Their (platonic) chemistry was great as they saw new sides of each other.

Neemon and Bokomon are kind of starting to annoy me, they just don't really add anything to the story. Neemon especially is just silent most of the time? Like...why are they even there? Maybe if they contributed to fighting or something it would be more justified.

Loved teacher Tokomon and her little rural elementary school. It was like Non Non Biyori Digimon style haha

If I was put on the spot to tell tales of the human world to lil digimon I probably wouldn't know wtf to say either. Maybe I'd talk about human food?

Why'd Nyaromon beat up Junpei so hard lol. They censored it to a single hit in the dub but in the original it was a big smackdown.

Probably the most intriguing part of the episode to me was Izumi's backstory. She was ostracized at her school for being too western? Like she has the individualist instead of collectivist mindset. They demonstrated this will really subtle things like not wanting to go to the bathroom with a classmate and not wanting to buy the same trinket as everyone on an outing. Japanese people might see that as being cold. Prioritizing logic/individual feelings over the feelings of the group. I really liked that Izumi refuses to change due to peer pressure. I think some of the fakey "always get along with everyone" thing Japan has going on is BS too.

Apparently neither Junpei nor Izumi can swim? They acted so helpless when Tsunomon was in trouble. Also, it kinda seemed like you could just stand up in that water. IDK how common it is for Tokyo residents to not learn to swim but I always see water parks and beach trips in anime so I would think swim lessons are common? (I know anime isn't real life but it's based on something lol)

Getting bullied for digivolving early is kinda like getting bullied for hitting puberty first haha (like that one girl in Are You There God, It's Me Margaret)

Kinda strange that Izumi and Junpei's instinct would be to tell Gabumon to save the day, that's a lot of pressure to put on a kid! Also, a Gabumon seems like a weird choice for the situation (pulling someone out of a rushing river). Shoulda made it a Gomamon honestly.

We're just gonna ignore the fact that they're somehow sailing on grass as if it was water? They didn't even mention it!

#digimon frontier #digimon #anime

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GREENDALE'S 2nd TUMBLR ISSUE OF THE GAZETTE JOURNAL MIRROR!!

March 26 . 24. - a Quality publication of Greendale Community College

This issue's hot topics:

The REDSTREET SMACKDOWN: Greendale students' midnight brawls and mega bans

Leaked: timeline travel method: Vent, vent, voom?

1st Horrors Humans Answers

Notices we had to put in or the paper wouldn't run this week

THE REDSTREET SMACKDOWN

The owner of the popular bar on L Street has said it will be permanently banning all the Greendalians involved in the brawl late last night.

The numerous bans follow a review of the situation which identified them all as equally responsible for the damages, losses and brutal attack of the bartender on shift that night.

Allegedly, the bartender, who came from the night with a severe black eye and several cuts, has also been banned as well as being fired outright.

Separately, another bartender, ‘Jean’, has said he didn’t witness the entire event, just the final moments where they all "acted as part of the group".

Other witnesses suggested a redheaded girl with ‘too many darn piercings’ was ‘vicious’ in her screaming match and was the one who took the first swing.

An on scene reporter wrote that the bartender on shift argued back equally as viciously and threatened the crowd to take further action. All in all the row was said to have lasted no more than five minutes and yet the effects of it would cost the owner greatly. Our reporter counted a total of eight present during the dispute. This included Greendales’ own Troy Barnes, Abed Nadir and Vanessa Wright. It’s suggested that the others were also students but they were unable to be identified at the time.

Total damages are said to be cash register breakages, several broken glasses and dents on a couple of chairs. The assailants also stole several bottles of wine and two shot glasses.

Redstreet’s owner claimed he will not be pressing any charges on this occasion. He commented “if i went apeshit on every stupid drunken fool, I’d never have time to actually run the damn bar. It’s all show business.”

He also told the team that Redstreet is opening a ‘Tapas Tuesday with ten percent taken (off the total price of the order, not including discounts and other offers and limited only to tuesdays)’ All are welcome except the blacklisted, including the newly banned assailants of last night.

Leaked: ‘timeline travel method’, Vent, vent, voom?

Sources have suggested that the more surefire way to travel between the ‘timelines’ are by crawling through Greendale’s vents.

The ‘timelines’ themselves were discovered late last year upon the discovery of the ‘other timeline’, (also been dubbed the ‘superior timeline’ by some) rendering this the ‘prime timeline’. It was quickly realised by the sci-fi society members, namely one ‘Abed Nadir’ that there are possibly infinite other timelines out there. It was also discovered that Tumblr is a rare medium through which all the timelines are able to converge.

While many claim to have undertaken this method to travel between them, the Gazette Journal Mirror stresses that this is still hearsay, and has yet to be directly confirmed by the paper.

Although, with this new information to light, we urge you to keep a keen eye for the evil timeliners who have been sighted around campus and tumblr alike!

Horrors Humans Answers

hi! i have a crush on a girl, and i know she's gay, or at least queer, and she's been dropping some hints, but then sometimes she also says we're just friends and does friend-zone-y kind of stuff, and i'm not sure what to think or to do. please send help!

- angel lover

ANSWER: Hey, Angel Lover! This horrors human knows exactly how you feel! The lovesick feeling is bittersweet. But hang tight! Here’s my advice. Scenario One: You bite the bullet and just ask her out, you never know the outcome until you try - and as they say, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Scenario Two: You ask a mutual friend if you know who she likes! That’s a sure way to know if it’s you, or someone else. Horrors Human wishes you the best of luck!

what’s the deal with the dude hanging in the east stairwell - scared student

ANSWER: Hi there, Scared Student! I’m here to say - Fear Not! You’re probably seeing things. Have you been eating funny brownies recently? There’s no one hanging in the east stairwell, silly! There’s no one there, see? No one there. No one there. No one there at all. anymore. In fact, we’re going to put a nice new vending machine right there next week! Enjoy!

How to stop having gay thoughts -person in a study group who totally isn’t gay

ANSWER: Hello, Study Grouper! Sounds like you’ve got a classic case of denial. Though this may be tricky for you to come to terms with, my advice here would not be to try and stop yourself from having these thoughts but to take a step back and allow them to be there. Indulge yourself a little! Perhaps there’s a celebrity you’ve never openly admitted to liking, or maybe you’ve got a crush you flirt with? Get comfortable with yourself, Study Grouper!

Notices (we had to put this in because otherwise they wouldn't let us run the paper this week)

GREENDALE’S THEATRE DEPARTMENT: We are excited to announce their upcoming performance, ‘Anti Death Macbeth’, the tickets of which will be going on sale this Friday from the drama studio and reception. Don’t miss it. This will not be an ado about nothing!

TEACHERS PAY: INTERVIEW WITH THE DEAN TO BE PUBLISHED SHORTLY.

NON-GLUTEN FREE RUMOURS: ‘Who on earth would trick people into eating bread with gluten in it?' Greendale's head chef and meal planner commented, insisting on speaking directly from rehab. And there you have it, human beings! We’re here to remind you that, no matter the rumours, the cafeteria’s Gluten-Free bread is indeed gluten-free!

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Randy Orton's sister x Alexa Bliss / Charlotte Flair x Reader

request/trope: enemies (on screen)/ friends to lovers (irl) trope with Alexa Bliss

a.n: so this request was messaged to me and they gave a lot of what they wanted for the plot so I will be going off of their request the best I can! Will probably change some stuff so it fits the plot better but that's it!

this came from my wattpad first btw! my wattpad is -adriswrld :)

Y/N hopped off her motorcycle that she just parked next to her brother's car also known as Randy Orton's car. "You know you really need to start using your car. I warned you about how dangerous those things are," Randy scolded, grabbing his suitcase and hers out of the car. She usually couldn't fit her second suitcase on her bike so she had Randy hold onto it. "I heard you the first million times Randal, stop nagging on me," Y/N said in an annoyed tone. Randy rolled his eyes at her using his full name. "I'm just worried about you Y/N. I'm allowed to be after that incident," Randy said and Y/N clenched her jaw hoping he would stop bringing that up to make her feel guilty.

"Yes Randy I got tired, made a mistake hurt someone in the ring but it had nothing to do with a motorcycle or my break up with Ashley. So back off please." Randy sighed and nodded, choosing to let it go for now but it didn't stop his concern for her well being. Now that Ashley would be on the same brand as her then he knew it would be even harder on her. Y/N walked in the building with her suitcases and headed to the locker room. They must've been meeting some of the new girls because tonight was the night of the SmackDown draft. Y/N really hated the drafts because there was an extra amount of people than a normal amount of people for a Smackdown episode.

Y/N chewed on her gum as she entered the locker room, heading straight to her locker and ignoring everyone but they were used to it. "Y/N! Come here I wanna introduce you to someone!" Trinity called over and Y/N let out a sigh before getting up from the bench. "Lexi this is Y/N Orton. Y/N this is Lexi Kaufman aka Alexa Bliss." Trinity introduced. Y/N just a gave an uninterested nod, not bothering to shake Alexa's hand or make any kind of contact. "Hi...yeah I gotta go now," Y/N mumbled before walking out of the locker room without another word. "Oh...uh okay," Alexa mumbled awkwardly. She was aware Y/N wasn't exactly the most social person but she didn't really expect that. Especially since her own crush just treated her like a high school jock would.

"Don't take it personal. She's always like that." Nikki Bella said, patting Alexa's shoulder with a warm smile. "Yeah I didn't, just caught me off guard."

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Y/N groaned getting a message to head to Hunter's office. As Hunter was apart of creative he had an idea for Y/N's new storyline as she was finished with her last one. Y/N lost her fued to Becky Lynch for the SmackDown Women's Championship, helping put over the orange haired woman in the process.

Y/N didn't mind helping put over the newer women she just hoped they would put her in a storyline with her brother sooner or later. The least they could do is let her win matches. She was literally an Orton, she shouldn't have to look weak. All they did was show Randy giving her advice in backstage segments or promos.

Y/N walked into the office and sat down on the chair, not even acknowledging Alexa Bliss sitting there as well. "You called me?" Y/N raised a brow, chewing on her new piece of gum. Alexa didn't have to question why Y/N had such a sharp jawline now. "Yes I have a new storyline for you that I think you'll like a lot," Triple H said. Y/N perked up hoping they'd finally pair her with her older brother. "You're gonna finally let me wrestle with my brother?" Y/N asked hopefully and Triple H pursed his lips. "Yes and No," he said, making Y/N slightly frown. "We decided to team you and your brother for the mixed match challenge but that's not gonna be apart of your storyline," Triple H said.

That's when Y/N finally realized Alexa was sitting next to her. "No way. You're gonna team me up with new girl?!" Y/N exclaimed, hating the idea of being in a tag team with anyone. Her brother was the only exception. "Ouch. I'm right here!" Alexa said, offended but still insanely attracted to Y/N when she was mad. "No Y/N we're not teaming you two up. You're actually gonna be fueding. It sets up Alexa's fued with Becky Lynch in the future," Triple H said. Alexa was super excited because she might possibly win her first championship in WWE after this first warm up fued. "Wait, so I'm gonna lose again?" Y/N asked incredulously.

"Yes and No. Neither of you will lose this fued as Alexa will move onto her fued with Becky Lynch for the SmackDown Women's Championship and you will move onto your next fued with Charlotte Flair for the Raw Women's Championship. Alexa will be a heel and you will turn babyface so you both will be on different brands soon. This is just a warm up fued. You get two months to make this fued big or its gonna cost your title shots in the future." Y/N nodded, excited to turn babyface as she had never been one before. She's always played a heel. Alexa was used to the heel role as she played one before in NXT.

Y/N obviously wasn't excited about a fued with her ex girlfriend Charlotte but if it gave her a title then she'd make the most of it. "Also, we're gonna slowly ease you into a tag team but you're still gonna hate each other, you just get along sometimes. It's like a opposite personalities kinda thing," Triple H added. "If it gets me a title shot then I can work with a tag team for now," Y/N said. "Is that all?" Hunter nodded and Y/N walked out without another word. Alexa sighed and she and Triple H began discussing more about her fued and character.

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It was the next week and Alexa was in the ring cutting a promo about how excited she was to be apart of the SmackDown brand. That was until she was cut off by Y/N's music and the crowd booed her in which she just ignored them. She wore a white crop top with some jeans and some sneakers, something really basic as she wasn't one for flashy clothing. Plus her character was more of a idgaf kinda character. "Well well well, if it isn't the cheerleader from NXT! Where's your little buddies? They didn't get drafted up with you? Aww," Y/N fake pouted, walking down the ramp.

"What do you want?" Alexa asked, a little taken back by the comments of Y/N. "Oh me? Yeah no I don't really want anything. I'm just here to be here. And sweetheart I've been here wayyy longer than you so I pretty much do whatever I want." Y/N stepped onto the ring apron and stepped into the ring making Alexa back up slightly. "You know for someone who's been here longer you haven't really accomplished much have you?" Alexa asked with a sweet smile. The crowd laughed at her comeback on Y/N who was visibly pissed at her audacity. "I'm a four time Women's Champion. That's more than you've done in your entire career so I'd watch your pretty mouth next time. If you want to be here in my ring and address this crowd then you have to earn it," Y/N stated.

"Okay. Then I'll earn it. Me and you right here, right now!" Alexa challenged. Y/N licked her lips and laughed, stepping back and sliding out of the ring. "Nah," Y/N shrugged, walking back up the ramp without another word. That was only the beginning of what was to come.

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(a month later)

Every week Y/N would always throw an insult or push around Alexa and the crowd loved every second of it. They even had a match last week and Y/N came out with the win but Alexa stuck her out of to her out of respect in which Y/N just walked pass her with zero emotion. But today, oh today was a different day. Last week Charlotte Flair had called out Y/N on Monday Night Raw. And obviously Y/N was not gonna let that slide. So she was out there to address the crowd tonight and call out Charlotte Flair who was in the building tonight. Y/N's music hit and she walked out, mic in a hand, glasses over her eyes and a steel chair in hand. Y/N stepped in the ring and set the chair up before taking a seat on it and leaning back.

Alexa watched backstage with a hitched breath, seeing Y/N in the leaned back position but images in her head that she felt she shouldn't even be imagining. It was obvious Y/N was still getting over her breakup with Ashley. And it's not like Y/N even acknowledged Alexa half the time. They'd cross paths and Y/N wouldn't even look at her, she'd just nod and walk past her. She was starting to wonder if Y/N hated her. "So you're all probably wondering what I'm out here for. Yeah last week I took a nasty bump so you probably think I'm injured but I'm perfectly fine. No no no, I'm out here to address the elephant in the room. Charlotte Flair." Y/N spoke, pulling off her glasses and clipping them on her tank top.

"See Charlotte Flair had no right calling me out on Raw as if I didn't whoop her ass countless times. She really had a lot to say about me. And I really don't know what I did so bad for her to call me some useless bully with no talent. Am I really a bully? I don't think I am. I prefer the term, snake. And I'll admit, I am a snake. I've turned my back on Charlotte several times. It's not my fault she managed to make everything about her. I don't blame Bayley and Sasha for turning on her. They just did what Becky Lynch is scared to do. Charlotte is scared of being alone. You wanna know how I know that?"

"Well I'll tell you anyways. See Charlotte's always been the chosen one. In middle school, in high school, in NXT. Meanwhile women like Bayley, Sasha Banks, Becky Lynch, Naomi, Tamina, Natalya, Emma, Alicia Fox, and many more couldn't even earn an opportunity to shine because Vincent Kennedy McMahon likes the young pretty blondes on his TV. Charlotte hasn't earned half the things she's been given. Because all the women I just listed, they've beaten her and where is their Championship? Where is my championship?! Charlotte Flair is always gonna be alone because if shes not in the spotlight then nobody can be and shes scared of that. So I'll tell you where my championship is. It's shoved so far up Charlotte's a-" Y/N was cut off by Charlotte's music.

Y/N clenched her jaw and bit her lip in anger. Everyone knew Y/N hated to be cut off. Charlotte walked out, Dana Brooke by her side like always. "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N....why are you so obsessed with me?" Y/N scoffed, watching as Charlotte walked down the ramp, her title around her waist. "I mean it's bad enough you're obsessed with poor little Alexa Bliss. But now you're moving onto me? Is it because i dumped you?" Charlotte laughed. Y/N looked down, still clenching her jaw and she could snap at any moment. "Oh right, I forgot you're still not over that," Charlotte frowned fakly and stepping in the ring.

Y/N still didn't move from her spot on her chair and continued to chew her gum with an annoyed face. "You done?" Y/N asked, raising an annoyed brow. "Hmmmm not really but it's embarrassing to see you not speak so I'll pause just for you," Charlotte hummed. Y/N stood up and kicked the chair the side, "I think you're forgetting that you called me out, you brought my name into your mouth and you showed up on my brand. So I suggest you rethink your decision before I rearrange your face so you won't be Championship material in anyone's eyes," Y/N spat out at Charlotte.

"Oh so you're saying that you're Championship material? You?" Charlotte deadpanned and Y/N nodded with a shrug. "Yeah but I'm not gonna be a cocky bitch like you and remind everyone each week," Y/N said. The crowd laughed and Charlotte clenched her jaw, clearly embarrassed. "I'm done here. I don't have to listen to this," Charlotte said, turning to walk away but Y/N grabbed her wrist. "Yeah well I'm not." Charlotte scoffed and sent a cheap shot to Y/N's face, laying her out so Dana kicked and attacked her.

Charlotte grabbed the chair and went to hit Y/N in the back until, the crowd suddenly burst into loud cheers when the music of Alexa Bliss hit and she ran out to Y/N's defense. Charlotte and Dana slid out immediately noticing Alexa holding a kendo stick in hand. Alexa slid in and shouted some threats at the two before walking over to Y/N who sat in the corner of the ring with a look of surprise. Alexa stuck her hand out to Y/N who looked around at the crowd that began the Daniel Bryan 'YES!" chants. Charlotte and Dana shouted 'no' as they knew if Alexa and Y/N teamed up then it would be the end for them.

Y/N let out a breath and took Alexa's hand, letting Alexa help pull her up and the crowd went nuts for it. Y/N and Alexa walked to the ropes shouting threats back and forth with Dana and Charlotte. Y/N picked up the mic and leaned forward on the ropes, "You and your little protégé versus me and The Goddess on Raw! I'll see you there because the minute I see you next week it's going down!" Y/N threw the mic and her music played all as the crowd cheered and Charlotte and Dana were having a meltdown.

Alexa grinned and hugged Y/N stiffened up out of surprise, that obviously not being scripted so she had no idea how to react. But the crowd was going nuts for it and the reactions were gold. Y/N still with a confused look, put an arm around Alexa's shoulder and it was basically Y/N showing some kind of affection so the crowd loved it. This team was over as hell and Vince McMahon was eating it up.

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That's how Y/N and Alexa were told they would now be a tag team until it was time for their title fueds. Basically this storyline got extended way longer than it should've been. Y/N didn't mind because it meant she was getting TV time and a big check. The only downside was that she had to now train with Alexa so they could rehearse their matches together, create a tag team finisher, a gimmick for their selves, and anything that could help with their chemistry. Alexa obviously wasn't complaining about spending time with her. That was until Y/N brought along Randy so now it definitely felt like Alexa was just third wheeling their sister and brother relationship.

Y/N pulled her gym bag on her shoulder and walked into the PC but this time Randy wasn't with her which caught Alexa off guard. "No Randy today?" Alexa asked. She and Y/N still had yet to actually speak a full sentence to each other since Randy basically spoke for Y/N knowing she had no interest in conversation with people she wasn't super familiar with. "Nah he's spending time with the wifey so it's just me. I did actually call a friend to come with but they bailed last minute." Y/N shrugged. Alexa nodded, pretending to be upset about that but she Sasha thrilled to actually sit down and talk with Y/N.

"So I was thinking maybe we can start coming up with our finisher because we have our match in a few days on Raw," Alexa said. Y/N just nodded and slid in the ring to stretch, Alexa following her. "Yeah I was talking to my friend about that and she suggested that maybe we just mix our finisher together instead of creating a whole new one," Y/N mumbled. "That's a great idea. What friend came up with that?" Alexa asked, slighty trying to figure out if it was Charlotte's idea. "My friend Kim, she's in ICW. Don't worry she's married to a man." Alexa's eyes widened, hoping Y/N wasn't onto her.

"What do you mean by that?" Alexa asked, trying to play dumb. "You're obviously wondering if Charlotte was that friend, which she was not. We haven't spoken to each other outside of work in weeks. We don't even speak in general unless we're doing a promo together," Y/N stated. "Oh well I was just curious," Alexa mumbled. "Mhm, sure," Y/N shrugged, not thinking too much of it because she didn't really care. "So I was thinking like maybe I do an RKO, then when they're on the floor you basically do the Twisted Bliss finisher," Y/N explained, standing up and popping her neck.

"Oh yeah I love that idea. Wait you know my finisher name?" Alexa asked. "I watched a few of your matches in NXT so I kinda picked up on your moveset," Y/N shrugged, not seeing it as a big deal but a lot of people would considering she almost never felt the need to watch other people's old matches to study moveset. "Oh okay, thanks," Alexa said, smiling to herself.

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Y/N slid in the ring and performed an RKO on Dana Brooke, laying her out so Alexa could perform Twisted Bliss. Alexa performed the finisher and pinned Dana to the three count, making the crowd get on their feet and cheer. Alexa immediately ran and hugged Y/N who once again awkwardly patted Alexa's back. The referee lifted their arms, signifying their win before letting them back down. When they got backstage they were congratulated on their performance and Y/N immediately left to catering where Bayley was holding her phone for her. "Thanks," Y/N said, taking her phone and going to sit on a random stage box.

As she sat down she was approached by Charlotte who sat down next to her. "What do you want Ashley? You dumped me, you left me, you ruined it. I don't need any explanation from you and I sure as hell don't wanna be friends." Before Charlotte could even get a word out, Y/N walked off without even hearing what Charlotte had to say. Charlotte let out a sigh and Alexa walked over to her, "I'm kinda biased because she's my tag partner but I think you should just let her be. She's made it clear she doesn't wanna be friends or get together," Alexa stated, patting Charlotte's shoulder and walking over to Bayley and Sasha.

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Three weeks later it was Smackdown and Y/N had a match tonight against Carmella, from what was scheduled but she was cutting a promo in the ring first. "Now three weeks ago myself and my tag partner Alexa Bliss beat Charlotte Flair and Dana Brooke. And for some reason, I thought it was gonna end there. Ya know? But Charlotte just can't accept defeat. Which is why last week she tried to get me alone and twist her way into my mind to turn me against my partner Alexa Bliss. And I don't take kindly to people trying to manipulate me." Y/N said, sitting criss cross in the middle on the ring.

"And so I was wondering how did Charlotte manage to get me alone? If Alexa is with me at all times? And so I asked Alexa where she was and she told me that Carmella and her little friends, locked Alexa in the locker room. And I think we all know by now is that I really don't like when someone messes with the people I care about. So, I challenged Carmella to a match earlier today and I have yet to get my answer so Carmella, if you could come on out here that would be greatly appreciated. And once I'm done with you, I'll put my focus back on Charlotte Flair."

Y/N stood up and looked to the jumbotron with the audience and that's when they suddenly showed Carmella walking into Y/N and Alexa's shared locker room. Alexa immediately looked away from the television and glared at Carmella, "What are you doing in our room?" Carmella chuckled and crossed her arms over her chest, "Relax, I just wanna talk to you. It's about Y/N." Alexa furrowed her brows and crossed her arms, squinting at Carmella in suspicion. "What about her?"

"I really hate to be the bearer of bad news but I think she's thinking about leaving you for Charlotte. I saw them talking last week and they looked really close. I also noticed how Y/N didn't ask you to come out with her, maybe she just doesn't need you anymore so she's to let you down easy," Carmella said with a fake frown. Alexa looked down, not wanting to believe what Carmella was saying but it was hard not to when Y/N was being more distant. "Why should I believe you when you and your little friends locked me in the locker room?" Alexa glared at her, not even caring what Carmella had to say anymore.

"You know what? I don't care. Get out!" Alexa snapped. Carmella clenched her jaw, "Fine, fine you win," She went to turn around, only to sucker punch Alexa in the face. Y/N seen this and immediately went to run out of the ring until Natalya, Lana and Tamina, three of Carmella's lackies, attacked her from behind. As Alexa finally shoved Carmella into the wall, she turned to look at the TV that showed Y/N being attacked. "She's always there for you. Will you be there for her?" Carmella chuckled, getting up and tackling Alexa, both of them going at it until security had to pull them apart.

Y/N tried her best to fight back but only got kicked down each time. That's when the crowd went absolutely insane hearing Charlotte Flairs music. Charlotte ran down the ramp literally in heels and hit Lana with a big boot on the outside. Charlotte slid in the ring but Tamina and Natalya slid out before she could attack. Y/N leaned onto her left shoulder, holding her midsection in pain, thinking Charlotte would now attack her. But instead Charlotte leaned down and comforted her whilst glaring at Lana, Tamina, and Natalya.

Alexa finally managed to pull from the security and run down to the gorilla but when she finally got the stage, nobody was in the ring anymore. The crowd chanted 'CHARLOTTE SAVED HER!' and Alexa's face showed a clear sign of sadness but also a look of jealousy and anger.

Backstage when the segment was finished Alexa found Y/N actually having a conversation with Charlotte. She furrowed her brows in confusion when she noticed Y/N had actually smiled at Charlotte. Y/N never smiled. Alexa sighed and sat down on the stage box, close enough to where she could eavesdrop. "So, do you maybe wanna grab some coffee later? I know a good place nearby," Charlotte said. Y/N hummed in thought, she had planned to do some late night training with Alexa but maybe she could cancel. Alexa wouldn't be that mad would she?

"Uh yeah sure, I gotta cancel training but yeah, I'm down," Y/N said. Alexa gaped in offense and jealousy which she would never admit to.

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A few weeks more went on and Y/N and Alexa were one of the most talked about tag teams ever. Y/N and Alexa would be scheduled on both brands, fueding with Charlotte and Dana. When Charlotte had saved Y/N when Alexa wasn't there, that did cause a lot of miscommunication and problems between the two. Charlotte was manipulating Y/N all over again and Alexa was sick of it so last week she challenged Charlotte to a match on Smackdown. Off screen, Y/N had been spending a ton of time with Ashley. Even more than she did with Alexa. But the more Y/N distanced from Alexa, the more she realized how she really felt for her tag partner.

She loved her. And not the best friend type of love...

Y/N was sitting down in her shared locker room with Alexa, eating a piece of pizza when Alexa walked in. "Hey, can we talk?" Alexa asked. Y/N gave her a thumbs up and turned off the television before turning to look at Alexa who had just sat down next to her on the couch. "What's up?" Y/N asked, tossing the pizza on her plate and giving Alexa her full attention. "I was gonna ask why you've been so distant lately? You're always canceling our meet ups and most of the time I find out on Twitter that you basically ditched me for Charlotte," Alexa asked, slighty looking away as she didn't want to fully look at Y/N, scared of her reaction.

"Are you implying something? You do realize I'm not obligated to give you my attention every second, right?" Y/N raised a brow, immediately growing an attitude, but that was all to hide what she really wanted to say. Alexa frowned and squinted her eyes at Y/N, "I didn't say that. I'm just kinda bothered that you're not putting in as much work because you're too busy spending time with Charlotte."

Y/N scoffed and stood up, "No no no, I have been putting in my blood sweat and tears to make this team work. Just because I want to hang out with a friend doesn't mean I don't care about this team! I do care, and I show that every week when I walk down that ramp." Now Alexa had scoffed, "Oh yeah? Are you really that sure you're friends? It seems like way more than that to me." Y/N's eyes widened slightly at the accusation and she rolled her eyes, grabbing her bag and getting ready to leave. She wasn't scheduled for a match, she just had to cut a promo backstage for Alexa's match.

"Uh huh, leave. It's what you seem to do best! I mean you sure had no problem bailing on all our plans for Charlotte. Maybe you should go cry to her," Alexa said, causing Y/N to pause in her steps and shut the door. "You literally have no fucking idea what you're talking about! You wanna know why I pushed you away?! Because, I realized how much I actually like spending time with you. And I realized that I fell in love with you when I promised I wouldn't fall in love ever again. And maybe, just maybe, that scared the shit out of me, so I pushed you away, because I haven't felt this way about anyone since Ashley. So I'm sorry." Y/N stormed out before Alexa could even get a word out.

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Y/N walked down the halls, holding her duffle bag on her shoulder and heading down to the parking lot to leave. The show was finished, Alexa won her match but could barely focus on celebrating it because Y/N wasn't by her side. Y/N had powered her phone off as well so she ignored every single call and text she got from Lexi. Y/N cursed under her breath seeing Lexi standing beside her car which was parked right next to Y/N's motorcycle. Y/N immediately tossed her duffle bag on the back, not even sparing Lexi a glance which made her frown. As Y/N goes to hop on her bike, Lexi grabs her arm, stopping her.

"Can we talk in the car?" Lexi asked. Y/N licked her lips and reluctantly agreed after a few seconds of silence. Lexi walked around to the driver's side and Y/N hopped in the passenger seat. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Y/N finally decided to break it. "I meant it, ya know? Every word," she mumbled. Lexi suddenly grabbed Y/N by her jacket and pulled their lips together. It didn't take Y/N long to kiss back with more passion. Lexi pulled away first for breath and leaned her forehead against Y/N's, "I love you too." She mumbled. A smile grew on Y/N's face and she kissed Lexi again, and they pulled away after a few seconds to breath.

"I literally had the biggest crush on you for years, like way before I even met you," Lexi admitted. Y/N chuckled and leaned back in the seat. "If I met you sooner, I can guarantee that I would most definitely had liked you back."

Two days later, Y/N and Lexi both cuddled on Lexi's sofa, binge watching Disney movies.

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magical-mascot-smackdown · 10 months

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Submissions are now open for Magical Mascot Smackdown: International Edition!

It's time for the third Magical Mascot Smackdown, with a new twist: only mascots from non-Japanese media will be competing! The original bracket was very much dominated by mascots from anime so I thought it would be fun to do a version without any anime or manga characters.

✨Submit Here!✨

Submissions will be open until July 18th!

You may submit multiple characters, but please don't submit the same character more than once.

Submission Guidelines

What Counts as a Magical Girl?

For this tournament, magical girl is used as a gender-neutral term. Characters don't have to be girls to count!

On the most basic level, a magical girl is a character who uses magic to solve problems, and who transforms or changes outfits while doing so.

Magical girl stories often feature a cute, girly aesthetic, episodic storytelling, and themes of friendship, love and selflessness.

What Counts as a Magical Girl Mascot?

Magical Girl Mascots are creatures that help a magical girl to do her job. They might allow her to transform, give her power-ups, or offer advice and information.

They are typically small and non-human (though they might transform into a larger/humanoid form). Human babies can also count, provided they have some kind of magical power.

They regularly accompany the magical girl, whether in her magical form, her everyday life, or both!

They do not have to have the girl's best interests at heart - evil characters are eligible provided they fit the other criteria.

What Counts as Non-Japanese Media?

Any media that was primarily made and distributed outside of Japan.

Media made in and for another country, but partly made in Japan, still counts as non-Japanese.

Media made in and for Japan that was later dubbed and localized to be distributed elsewhere does not count as non-Japanese media. Glitter Force for example is still Japanese since it's just precure dubbed into English.

#submissions #tumblr tournament #tournament announcements #poll tournament #magical girls #best international mascot

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melancholic-hues · 2 months

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building characters | complex traits

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more often than not, i struggle with coming up with complex characters that go far beyond simple descriptors like arrogant. kind. generous. because real life people are so much more than that.

but simple descriptors are wonderful building blocks. they set the foundation for a new character and pave the way for more complex personalities. because, essentially, you don’t want your important characters to be the picture-perfect definition of these traits, and to constantly abide by them throughout your story. unless that’s your goal, then, well, stop reading.

so. my suggestion is: start off with simple descriptor words, then explore conditions in which the character will and won’t follow these traits. push the limits.

if it sounds confusing, here’s an example: mary is an arrogant and proud person who is cold and cruel. you would never expect someone like mary to help someone in need, but you discover mary makes regular donations to charities and humanitarian crisis aid organizations. later on, you discover mary actually have friends and family who came from less fortunate backgrounds, hence her generosity.

that’s a good character. and it sets mary up to character development — she’s a nice person to be donating to these charities, why not be nice on a day-to-day basis?

or, let’s take a nice character. jennifer is a very kind girl who stands up for what she believes in. unless if it was a certain person who says something mean or wrong, and if it was literally any other person, jennifer would already be giving them a verbal smackdown. in this sense, she would also be a bit hypocritical, no?

use their backstories or fears or literally anything else that’s part of their identity to help you come up with times where your character can be hypocritical or the worst versions of themselves. i want to see a nice character snap and be ugly and cruel and mean, then realize what they’re doing and break down. (actually maybe that’s just imposter syndrome but love that too.)

do you see my point? start with one word traits, then explore the conditions that would force the character to be the complete opposite. or conditions that would make the character more strongly portray that trait. explore your characters. make them complex.

#melancholic-hues #advice-hues #writing advice #writing tips #character creation #character development #creative writing

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dangermousie · 9 months

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Farscape Rewatch: Self-Inflicted Wounds, 2x03 and 2x04

First off, these are some of the best titles. So Good!

Farscape summed up.

Or perhaps this is:

(Though perhaps this one is more applicable to the next episode, Different Destinations, which to me is the bleakest Farscape episode ever.)

SIW is a two-parter I don't like as much as I should, all things considered. Maybe it's too much technobabble, or a bit of an odd pacing (it should have been a one-and-a-half parter, if there is such a thing, not a two parter). This said, Zhaaaaaaaaaaan. *wails* It makes sense from story point (nothing is for free, life for a life) and from behind the scenes point as poor Virginia Hey was getting ill from the make-up, but still...wail! Non-Zhaan stuff out of the way first: I get totally annoyed with the crew in this one when they blame Crichton for what happened. Zhaan gets a pass because she is dying, but I want to smack the rest of them silly. How is this Crichton's fault? How? It's just the Moyans' rotten luck. Pilot was the one who stopped the ship when they saw a wormhole, and they were there for a millisecond only before the pathfinders' ship crashed into them. They wouldn't have time to get out of the way regardless of anything, even Pilot stopping. And yeah, he trusted the aliens. But hey, even without wormholes, John is often too trusting, this is about the last spark of it. And considered abandoning ship but so did they all! But any 'selfishness' is certainly traumatized out of him with this. But then the crew doesn't really believe it's Crichton's fault: if they did, his throat would be ripped out. It's just a convenient target for frustrations. And hello, Crichton? Would take it and ask for more. So this ep ends with Crichton enjoying his favorite game: guilt and self-blame for something not really his fault. Oh yes. But come on guys, just because he is there and available, doesn't mean you should do it! If you think about it, they subconsciously know, I think, that they can do it to him. Can you imagine the uselessness or the harm if they tried doing a genuinely blame session to D'Argo or Aeryn or Rygel? But Crichton likes to inflict blame and punishment on himself.

Harvey! Beginning of such brilliant, brilliant Harvey scenes! And I loved the brief guy-to-guy discussion between D'Argo and John: what if you try your best and it's not enough? That is something everyone on board Moya is familiar with. And John and Aeryn? Work so in unison. Heck, Aeryn is beginning to develop her own unworthiness issues as her convo with Zhaan shows. (I love the bit where Zhaan highlights similarities between them. She forgot to add 'we love insane men' to the list though). And there was this epic exchange:

That’s the thing that I always forget watching early S1 Crichton, his eyes open in wonder: it took a certain kind of person to get himself in the position to get into a wormhole even if unknowingly. He might be gentle and sweet and scientific when the thing starts, but it takes a certain kind of insanity and reckless bravery to go up in space flying basically an assmbled kit plane that you devised by yourself to test a completely random theory! Much more insane and risk-taking than his Dad who after all followed proper established procedures devised by others when he went. And then there is the scientific crazy curiosity that got him up there in the first, proving that he can be obsessive enough to not care about risk when he is really into it. Jool? God, I'd forgotten how irritating she was when she first joined. I ended up liking her by the end, but seriously, I want to strangle her. Crichton is being amazingly patient with her even when she tries to off him (probably out of obligation/guilt) but argh. I love Chiana's smackdown of her. And Zhaan's. But I like her around because I love seeing nasty things happen to her. Some relief from the darkness of S3: bad things happening to someone you actually don't like. Also, because of her we get exchanges like this:

Despite my snark about her, I confess I like Jool, and she does grow up. Mainly, I think, I am always a bit sympathetic to her even from the start, because I know that if I ended up in an unknown part of the world with lunatics, I'd be a lot more likely to be whiny like Jool and not awesome like John. Talk about a vacation gone wrong!

Chiana is wonderful too: so young, so brave, so scared. Yet so unwilling to abandon Moya. Crying to Zhaan about it. What a difference from season 1, when she was all for getting off at the least sign of trouble and Moya be damned. But they do have a bond, don't they? And I love that despite the implosion of that romance, D’Argo still cares for her, there is no cruelty or gloating in him. This is real and complex.

Other things? I love Stark in these eps. From his subtle manipulation of Rygel (by telling him Pilot likes him) from his snarking (when Rygel says he didn't vote for staying or leaving Moya. Rygel makes me want to choke him in these eps) that yeah, Rygel voted because 'I was your proxy.' Heh. And the bit with Jool, when the snitty bitch is having her little hissy fit and he flips on her because they are all dead, and his love is dead. And he tells her he will show her something that will make her weep forever. Stark can be scary! Oh, and the bits with Zhaan, from his seeing her look at her ravaged face in the mirror, and he is silent behind the door, and crying.

To her trying to prepare him and his refusal. To the end, when he runs around like a trapped animal trying to get to her.

To when he helps her cross-over. Ohhhh, my lovely secondary ship.

I love the bit at the end when Aeryn wants to know why he isn't flipping and he is, in a contained way, and tells her it's because Zhaan was so at peace (and of course, death is what he knows best). But of course, his 'dealing' is temporary and comes and goes, as he admits to her (and see him crazed in DD). Zhaan and Stark are very yin-yang because in SIW he tells her he has a darkness which frightens lovers away but he is amazingly good despite it, and she is, after all, the good peaceful spiritual being who is, at the same time, had serious darkness and overcame madness. They are more similar than it appears at first glance.

I love Zhaan in this ep so much. She is scared yet brave, determined yet frail. And her farewell is lovely. I love how she hits exactly the hidden thing in each of her crewmates (D'Argo's sensitivity, John's innocence). And of course, the ep ends with John and Harvey, dressed in funeral attire. And even Harvey blames John! WTF!!!!!! (But Harvey is, after all, Scorpius blended with John so it’s really John blaming himself.) And ends with John throwing his bottle at the screen, shattering it.

What a bleak ending. And that blame and self-blame are not fair. John is NOT selfish. He has a few things he would give anything for (AERYN. AERYN. AERYN) but that is true for anyone who is not a saint. Moyans have certainly done a lot of unforgivable things when their wishes were strong. Remember D'Argo, Zhaan and Rygel hacking off Pilot's arm for a chance at the map? Remember Chi and her stealing and thus unleashing the virus that leads to the Gammack Base and everything else etc? (Aeryn is rather exempt because she's been brought up to not want anything). Remember Moya's irrationality about Talyn? Their desires lead to anything from sheer irresponsibility and catastrophes because of recklessness to predetermined badness. John is obsessed with going home and wormholes (though even now, I think he is too damaged for Earth already, and not as much obsessed with them as with Aeryn). But I am sorry, comparing him with the actions above? Are you kidding? Considering giving up the ship that is dying but ultimately not? Wanting to check out wormholes for a second but not even having a chance to before the collision? (It's not like they were parked there for an hour and that's how they got hit). Seriously, the guy has enough self-loathing. He does not need any more. Lay off, the guy is already broken. But how realistic and human all that blame and self-blame are. Next? Different Destinations, and then Eat Me and the joy of two Crichtons: double your character, double your pain. This season is unrelentingly bleak.

#farscape

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You think it's credible that Triple H didn't read the Vince lawsuit? I could see a few days before the Rumble, him not wanting to read through a bunch of pages detailing how his father in law spent years psychologically tormenting and passing around a company employee like a toy.

Out of all the Kliq guys, he was always the dude who didn't mess around with any of the crazy shit, so I could buy the idea he never knew about it.

I think it's unfair to compare it to the Jericho thing, because in that case it was likely a matter between a few people and their lawyers versus what may end up being a criminal conspiracy that could even result in jail time by the end.

Sure. He's not a lawyer, it's not his department, and they hadn't even officially been served with the lawsuit yet. He probably heard a rough summary of what was in it as part of some kind of emergency meeting and then I bet everyone else in the loop on that stuff tried to leave him alone because he had a show to produce. I wouldn't be surprised if he had to meet with talent individually or as a group to discuss what had happened and to allow talent to air concerns, that would just be the right thing to do, I'd think. Dunno.

He and the talent scheduled for the post-show conference probably also had to meet with PR to discuss strategy and responses for what to say when the subject came up. I can't imagine what he said is actually what they discussed, his response was bad.

Obviously he's in the loop on the general shape of the lawsuit. And he'd be in the loop on the ad stuff because all that Slim Jim shit dropping out would mean the show would need slight adjustments to remove those segments. And, if the word going around about Brock supposedly being cut from the Rumble at the last minute is actually true, he'd have to get heads together to rework part of that match to account for the change. Who knows, maybe he had to sit in on a couple of quick high-level meetings to discuss getting Vince out, though considering that was announced during Smackdown, he may have been focused on the show and that just happened above his head. That's probably a board decision that happens above his paygrade.

Either way, I find it totally plausible that he hadn't actually read the lawsuit. I still think his comments on it were bad.

I think it would be hard to work at that company for as long as he has without knowing that Vince was up to some shit. I'd guess he was kept out of the loop on the specific brutality involved and, at most, it was "ugh, Vince's mistress is on the payroll" or something less-fucked-sounding-but-actually-still-fucked like that. If this actually goes to trial there will probably be tons of emails, texts, calls, and other info about who knew what and when did they know it that will make the company look like a fucking cesspool. Depending on how far that goes, I wouldn't be surprised to see a ton of long-time employees getting swept the fuck out of there, since the liability of having people in senior and/or executive positions knowing about this but turning a blind eye to it is, as I understand it, very substantial.

All the management-focused sexual harassment training I've taken over the years focused a lot on the idea that if you, as a manager and leader, know about a harassment situation and don't report it, you may find yourself held personally liable in any resulting court case against the company. So maybe we end up with more than just Laurinitis getting sued if things progress.

On top of that, there are more people out there and more stories that haven't been told, either due to NDAs or due to talent feeling like they'd never work again if they spoke up. If and when this case successfully nullifies that NDA, I think the dam breaks and we start hearing a lot more about other women in similar positions over the years.

If that happens, I wouldn't be shocked if HHH was gone as a part of that sweep. Certainly old-school guys like Hayes and Prichard would probably get shown the door if this keeps escalating, along with a handful of behind-the-scenes names that we never really hear about.

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I think the thing that's fucking with my brain the most is the separation of fact and fiction because it's like... we spent years being told that Bray was this unkillable character that would always come back no matter what, and now it's just like...I have to remind myself that in reality he was just a normal guy, it's weird.

It's..... yeah.

Okay - I'm gonna get real wordy and wax poetically and I'm so sorry I'm incapable of just talking and crying like a normal person.

It's like a big old layered burrito of denial on all fronts, right?

Because on the surface, we have a guy who was so young, and that seems so hard to get past in itself. We also have the fact that he was prone to injury at points and disappearing for... months at a time. He had been released and came back, what, a year later? In the meantime there were always a billion headlines with his name, speculating the worst, and it never had any accuracy or mattered. We were always *looking forward* to him returning and he always inevitably did because he had half his career ahead of him still and it always seemed like the best was to come.

And we have all these stories of what a beautiful person he was, a side we roughly knew of but never got to really experience ourselves as an audience.

But the person we saw was, as you said, this unkillable character. Literally unkillable. He told us from day one he could never die and would persist 5000 years from now when *we* were all gone. Because he was this personification of all the darkest bits of humanity and American society come to force us to face our sins. We watched him, silly as it was, get burned alive and come back a shambling heap of melting flesh and be completely restored. He was forever, he was a god, you could always find him and you could never, ever kill it.

And like, as fans, we kindle that kid in us that wants to believe in superheros and villains and we grow over the years with them. We go to events, and we sing his songs, and we thrust ourselves into that role ourselves of characters in a way. Like we were always *his*. Even if you didn't love him, you played into that for his entrance at the very least because it was such an undeniable experience. He talked and you, and every babyface, listened - whether you wanted to or not.

I'll never forget that one match on Raw, still early on, when the whole crowd was first singing "He's got the whole world in his hands" and just swaying, and then turning around and chanting "Bray is gonna kill you." Like, I remember Big E was in that match, and I'm pretty sure he was on the receiving end of that chant. He was over. He was beloved. And the whole crowd was singing hymns and calling for his demise for this literal cult leader that would speak in tongues and Exorcist walk across the ring, holding his heart and smiling with some masked sinister joy at it.

It's really really hard to reconcile he's not actually some biblical force of nature looming over everything and everyone even though we know better. And like, that fan in me that's that eternal kid in a way, is just stomping my feet screaming "but he CAN'T die!"

The end of Smackdown did, and still is, really fucking me up because I kept waiting for the lantern to go out. And like, I couldn't decide if I wanted that. Because on one hand, there's a symbolism there, and a kind of sad beauty, in the light going out. He was with us, and he's gone now, and he can rest (ahahaha I'm going to start crying again). The light fades. But ultimately I'm so glad it didn't go out because A.) I don't think I could've fucking handled it and was already bawling, and B.) It shouldn't go out. Or fade. His spirit of everything he brought to that world should stay with us and with every single performer who goes out there every night and throws their hearts into playing these characters.

And like... maybe, even though it's so hard now, maybe eventually there's comfort to be found in the idea that even though the vessel is gone - *He* will, somehow, always be there haunting us. Because "I have a thousand faces and a million names." We might not see him, but we can choose to believe every time a hero is forced to face their fears that he's there behind it - silently whispering into our ears, willing us on to indulge in every second of it.

#this is dumb maybe #i guess on a less dramatic note anon #i cant remember where it was - probably jo's instagram #there was a pic of them together and he was wearing those stupid glasses he wore in that last segment for the bobby feud #the ones with the gold side frames that look like he stole them from someones mom #like no homie really had those glasses #and i had this moment of like 'oh god he's such a fucking dad for real'#i dont think anything ever threw me through a loop more than that lmao #like 'no i need to repress this imagery immediately i can't believe the eater of worlds looks like someones quirky uncle at the bbq'#now its like im glad for that stuff and the stories and pics and videos etc because it makes me smile seeing that side of him and how he #touched so many people and made people so happy to be around #but it doesnt help the confusion of it all or make it make any more sense #and i have this awful feeling a year from now im still going to be waiting for him to pop up #feeling lonely because no one else is talking about him anymore #oh it got dramatic again im a dumbass im shutting up now

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Haunted. | [Chapter One]

Pairing(s): Kevin Owens x Fem!Zayn!Reader, Solo Sikoa x Fem!Zayn!Reader

Warning(s): Explicit Language

Word Count: 1,453

Links: AO3, Masterlist

Story Summary: Every individual born to the Earth, in some shape or form, is haunted by something in their lives; whether it be the past, the ghost of a lover, decisions happening in the very moment, or even the emotions we wish we never had.

The younger sister of Sami Zayn is no exception to the rule of haunting; in fact, she will come to know the feeling of being haunted quite well when her life is altered without any warning. Love and agony, she will find, are often mutually exclusive.

The thought of continuing to reply to your brother is something nauseating; for the better half of an hour, he has continued to pester you about your refusal to join him alongside The Bloodline — something about boosting your career in unimaginable fashion. Truthfully, your career does need a boost of some kind, but you have the opportunity to do that on your own by facing Liv Morgan in a contendership match later tonight.

As your phone continues to buzz with unwanted messages, you move from the leather couch of your locker room to the vanity mirror on the other side. With only an hour until the beginning of Smackdown, you need to finish getting physically ready — after all, you need to look your best for the biggest win of your career to date. The look, the attire you had specially made for the night, is made of beautiful, elegant blues, silvers, and black; it is an ode to the show, in a way.

In matching with your attire, you pick the best of your blues, silvers, and blacks from your personal collection of make-up. While it would have been simpler to have one of the cosmetologists finish the look for the night, you feel that there is significance in doing it yourself given the circumstances; like your ode to Smackdown in itself, you could also have an ode to the times before you were considered well-off enough to afford the luxuries of the cosmetology team.

There is another buzz from your phone on the couch that vibrates the leather with such anger that it almost causes you to smear a line of black across your upper eye. You huff, throwing an agitated stare back at the phone in the mirror. When will Sami give up? The Bloodline is so fundamentally different from you, not to mention the fact that you simply weren’t interested in being helped along by a family that would certainly see you indebted to them.

On cue, the phone begins to ring.

Another agitated huff leaves your lips. How could your brother be so dense as to not understand that you didn’t want to continue the conversation? And yet, there is a wave of guilt that slowly washes over you for ignoring him. He only wants the best for you, even if he tends to be stubborn and obnoxious about it, and you know that.

You finish the blue that you are working on before standing, crossing the room, and answering the phone. “What do you want, Sami? I’m busy getting ready, and you’re annoying me,” you speak into the phone, annoyance lacing your tone.

“Thank you for answering me,” Sami responds with an exasperated tone. You roll your eyes, crossing the room back to your vanity to sit. “I know you’re tired of talking about it,” you put the phone on speaker so that you can continue with finishing your make-up, “but I need you to understand how important it is to me that you consider joining The Bloodline.”

“And I need you to understand that I already know I’m not interested,” you reply with the same tone of voice as before, “and I’m not sure why you think talking on the phone will change that.”

Sami sighs. “We want you here — with us, with The Bloodline.”

“Do you really expect me to believe that Roman Reigns, the Undisputed Champion, the Tribal Chief of The Bloodline, gives a damn about whether or not some rookie joins his stable of family?” You practically snort in response.

“You’re not a rookie. Don’t be dramatic,” you can hear Sami rolling his eyes. “And yes, believe it or not, The Tribal Chief is the one who requested I extend an invite to you; you’re blood — my blood. That means a lot to us.”

“Yes, Sami, you’re exactly right; I’m your blood, not theirs,” you deadpan.

“Don’t be—”

“If Roman truly wanted me in The Bloodline, don’t you think he would have extended the invite when you first showed interest? Why is he suddenly interested in me now?”

“You’re starting to sound like Kevin.”

You raise your brows.

“If you’re going to be an ass, I’m going to hang up,” the tone of your voice is one of poison.

There is shuffling on the other end, likely Sami running a hand over his face. “It’s the truth.”

“Is that what this is really about, then? You still can’t come to terms with the fact that Kevin and I are friends all while you’re my brother,” you scoff, “is that why Roman wants my allegiance to him so desperately that it’s all you talk about anymore? Does he want me to turn my back on Kevin?”

Sami huffs. “No, it’s not all about Kevin — but if you want my honest, he’s holding you back.”

“Oh, here we go.”

“You’re my sister; whether you want to admit it or not, you and I are fundamentally alike. Being friends with Kevin has made you weak, just like it made me weak,” there are voices in the background as Sami speaks, “and we believe that you can reach your real potential with The Bloodline, just like I did.”

“You and I have never been alike. Not once have I ever turned my back on my friends or my fans,” you suck on your teeth, anger beginning to bubble into your tone.

“Would you disagree with me if I said you have feelings for Kevin?”

Your heart drops. “What?”

“Look, it’s kinda obvious that you have feelings for him — and I don’t want to talk about it, but you need to know that he’s only been using you to get to me. I mean, you two have only gotten close since we fell out,” Sami pauses, waiting for a reaction.

You do not reply, too shocked at the idea your brother noticed.

“I know it’s difficult to hear, but Kevin will never reciprocate your feelings. You’re seeing your friendship, his value to you, through these rose-colored glasses, and I don’t want you to fail in your career because of him.”

“You are unbelievable, Sami,” your voice is little more than a whisper.

“I know it hurts, but—”

“Let’s get something straight: I do not have feelings for Kevin; the truth is that you’re seething with jealousy because I can have relationships with both of you despite the stupid cycle of abuse you two are putting one another through,” your voice is much louder. “And do you want to know another truth, Sami? I think you and your Bloodline buddies are a group of vicious, self-righteous, self-centered assholes.”

On the other end of the line, Sami does not respond — but, in the background, there are voices.

“Got this—”

“Fucking… Kevin—”

“Listen, can you please just consider what I’ve said?” Sami’s distraught voice comes back through the line. “If nothing, can you consider it for me? I miss you, sis.”

You decide to not comment on the voices in the background, mildly concerned about the very real possibility that The Bloodline — or at least a few members — heard your outburst; if someone had heard the outburst, it would probably be in your best interest to make a point of not repeating or mentioning it anymore.

You sigh. “Sami, I can’t keep doing this.”

“Please. For me.”

There is a pause. “I’ll put some more thought into it, but don’t expect my mind to change.”

On the other end of the line, there is a sigh of relief that you’re not sure you’re meant to hear.

“You’re not going to regret it. I promise.”

“Listen, Sami,” you look at the clock, “I assume you’re going to be here soon. Do you think that you can come to my locker room so we can talk face-to-face — clear the air?”

“Absolutely! Absolutely,” you can hear Sami’s smile, “I would love that.”

A small smile crosses your lips. “See you soon.”

“I love you, sis.”

“I love you, too.”

With those parting words, you peer down at your phone and end the call before Sami can think of anything more to pester you with. His obsession with Kevin is growing tiresome — and his apparent knowledge of your long-time interest in Kevin is extremely troubling with the two having constant arguments and fights.

The echo of pyrotechnics sounds throughout the entire arena, signaling the beginning of Smackdown. You look over your make-up in the mirror, satisfied with the final look despite the distraction that your brother presented; while it is not what you envisioned in the beginning, it is beautiful, and it fits with your attire. Tonight is your night to shine among the stars.

#WWE #WWE Fic #WWE Imagine #Roman Reigns #The Bloodline #Sami Zayn #Kevin Owens x Reader #Kevin Owens Imagine #Kevin Owens Fic #Kevin Owens #Solo Sikoa #Solo Sikoa x Reader #Solo Sikoa Imagine #Solo Sikoa Fic #The Usos #Also On AO3 #Haunted: Chapter 1 #Haunted: Chapter One

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