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inastrangerskiss · 1 year

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Timothy Thatcher x Reader

content warning: fluff and nothing more, nothing less

summary: you bake a cake for tim's birthday

vaguely inspired by "mess it up" by gracie abrams

Crack one egg.

No, wait, turn the oven on. You never, ever remembered to preheat the oven. With traces of yolk running down the side of your hand you hurried to the old gas stove and programmed it to warm until it reached 325 degrees.

You had to get this right. You wanted to get this right.

“Please don’t get me anything. I hate my birthday.” Tim had grumbled, a hand against his mouth. “The best gift you can give me is to act like it’s just another day.”

At first you had told yourself that you’d adhere to his request. Not everyone loved their birthday the same as you loved yours. If he didn’t want to celebrate then that was his right.

But then you remembered last year. He had surprised you at home with a rented movie and dinner from your favorite place, the one on the corner below his apartment that was open at all hours of the night. You didn’t have the heart to tell him the food was horrible. You only loved it because when you were eating it it meant you were with him, curled up on his couch, perilously close to resting your head on his leg.

Once, in the early hours of the morning, you were sat in that exact position, picking at soggy fries, knowing you needed to sleep but feeling far too wired by his presence to succumb. As you stared at the images flashing by on the television he regaled you with a story about birthdays as a child and the cake his grandma always made him. Vanilla with chocolate icing. A basic recipe but one that was close to his heart.

You had to get this right.

Spoon the flour into the measuring cup, sweep off the excess. Repeat. Combine with salt and baking powder.

He was never very good at birthdays, he’d claim. He had gotten you all sorts of gifts before giving up. One year it was a water bottle. Another year it was a pack of scrunchies. One year he arrived on your doorstep with a composition notebook and a ballpoint pen. He always seemed mildly embarrassed by what he perceived as inadequate presents.

But you carried that water bottle everywhere you went. The scrunchies were always the one thing you never left the house without and they always held your hair back, never letting loose strands fall into your face. And the notebook went with you on every trip, every car ride and flight until every page was full with random musings and memories you never wanted to forget.

Beat the eggs, the vanilla, the almond extract with the sugar until combined. Fold in the dry ingredients. Add the milk and butter. Mix until combined.

You would do this for anyone, you reminded yourself. You loved giving gifts. You loved giving comfort. But something about this felt different. It was like the time that you had both gone to get your car repaired at a mechanic. You would’ve asked any of your friends to come along, there was nothing special about this invitation. But while you sat in the car outside of the shop a tension filled the space. Tim turned and smiled at you as if he felt it too. His hand grazed yours as it sat on the clutch and, although it felt as though the space had been vacuumed of air, you felt at peace. You wished he would do it again.

And he did, this time letting his hand linger for just a second longer than you had expected. When you looked at him he was looking at the back of your palm, like he too felt the electricity and was trying to understand it.

Pour the batter into the 8” pans and bake for forty minutes. Make the frosting by combining cocoa powder, butter, confectioners sugar and two pinches of sugar until fluffy.

You laughed as you found yourself babysitting the cakes in the oven. Maybe you did care more than you should. Maybe it was because Tim was your best friend. Maybe it was because you wanted to see him happy on his special day. Maybe it’s because he kissed you at that last party you were both at and you were hoping that you might get to experience that sort of elation just once more.

He had found you standing in the corner, ready to go and offered to walk you home. You accepted, not wanting to brave the dark and lonely evening by yourself. He walked with his hands shoved in his pocket, his back just slightly more rigid than normal. He walked you to the front door of your apartment building and you apologized for taking him from his friends so early in the night.

“I’d rather be here.” He shrugged. You didn’t know where “here” was but you smiled pleasantly all the same.

You assembled the cakes on the base of your handy little cake carrier, finishing it with a layer of sprinkles across the top. It wasn’t gorgeous but it looked like the sort of thing he’d appreciate. You snapped the lid to the base and slid your shoes on. Carefully, you walked down the sidewalk and to his building, the fast food place still churning out greasy burgers and fries despite the time of day. You waved to the doorman who gave you a pleasant nod. You pressed the button on the elevator, not wanting to brave the stairs with your hard work in hand.

Then a sense of anxiety settled in your stomach. He said to ignore his birthday - what if he really meant it? What if this made him upset? What if you overstepped a boundary? What if he opened his home to you and saw what you had done and slammed the door in your face.

You had time to turn around, you had time to leave and send him a text telling him you hoped he had a good day. Before you could do any damage control the elevator doors opened and there was Tim, unlocking his front door, looking as if he were fresh from the gym.

“Tim!” You called, immediately kicking yourself. Now there was no escape plan.

He looked up at you, almost shocked that you were in his hallway. The shock turned into a warm smile, the parentheses around the side of his mouth deepening as genuine happiness became him.

“Hey kid. What’re you doing here?”

You held the cake out as you approached him. He looked at you and then the carrier, his brow furrowing for just a moment causing your heart to race.

“For me?” He asked. He didn’t seem mad. He only seemed confused.

You nodded. His hand reached out for your arm, gently holding it as he continued to examine the baking masterpiece you had created for him and him alone. His thumb ran in slow, small circles over your exposed skin.

“You shouldn’t have.” He murmured.

“I wanted to.”

There was a pause. You felt like you might explode but then, with the most gentle grin he turned his head up to face you. He leaned in cautiously and placed a kiss on your cheek.

“C’mon. There’s candles inside.”

He waved you into his home, allowing you to walk ahead of him. His hand on your arm moved down to your waist as you entered, shutting the door behind you.

The night was young, the cake was fresh. It was his birthday and you were exactly what he had hoped he’d receive.

#I said I’d post a lil sumn sumn #timothy thatcher imagines #timothy thatcher imagine #timothy thatcher fanfiction #timothy thatcher x reader #timothy thatcher #timothy thatcher fanfic #okay so the content of the song doesn't exactly go with the story but the vibe is there

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regalityandcoffee · 2 months

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And if I say Walter x reader x Timothy Thatcher threesme will you-

#regality rambles #somebody please hear me out

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robinofgothamcity · 3 years

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“if we go down, then we go down together. they'll say you could do anything, they'll say that I was clever. if we go down, then we go down together.”

♡ pairing: kushida, timothy thatcher x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / if yall want a part two, i can def make that happen btw.

“i’m exhausted,” you murmured to Indi, making her laugh, “why? up all night with Tim?” she giggled. you rolled your eyes at the comment, not realizing that he was behind you. he put a coffee in front of you, not saying anything before leaving, “he’s so in love with you,” she said.

you shook your head, denying it, “please, we all see the way he looks at you. it isn’t hard to tell,” she emphasized the last part. “he’s just a friend Indi. you’re friends with other people here and I don’t try to intrude in on it,” you retorted, taking a sip of the coffee.

Indi groaned, not bothering to continue the conversation. it was like everyone but you noticed it. they saw the heart eyes Tim had for you. it was like he waited on his hands and knees for you which was surprising considering the kind of person Timothy was. he didn’t seem like the kind of person to simp and nevertheless so openly.

“aww, where’d you get the coffee?” Candice asked, “Tim brought it for me so I can’t really tell you where he got it for me,” you told her. she sighed, sitting down and sipping her water, “of course he did. the two of you dating yet?” she asked off-handedly.

you sighed as Indi screamed in appreciation, “it’s exactly what I said! but she didn’t believe me,” Candice laughed, not bothering to pay attention to your protests, “everyone in a quarter radius knows how our resident ‘angry’ wrestler feels about you,” she said in fits of chuckles.

“you guys really think so?” you asked genuinely, “yeah!” Indi exclaimed, “literally everyone knows he is practically in love with you. you could seriously just walk up to kiss him and he’d be fine with it,” Candice added on.

you sat on what they said for a moment before getting up and smiling at him, “i’m gonna go talk to him,” you stated, “maybe finally get a truthful answer to both of your conspiracy theories.”

Indi and Candice clapped happily, following behind you but far enough so Tim couldn’t see they were eavesdropping onto the conversation. you walked into the hallway that you knew he would be prepping himself at for his match. what you walked into was what you didn’t expect.

you saw Tim sitting with a girl, extremely close you had to note. your eyebrows fluttered in confusion as you saw Tim lean in to give her a kiss on the cheek. you tiptoed your way out of the hallway before looking to Candice and Indi with teary stained eyes.

“( your name ),” Indi whispered as she saw you wipe your face with a smile on your face, “didn’t I tell you? he didn’t like me and I really was not in the mood to see him kiss another girl,” you told Indi, “so I think I’m just gonna go ahead and get ready for my match,” you told the two before heading out.

the two of them looked at each other, sighing before following you, “listen, we all thought he did. we had no idea he was seeing someone considering the way he is around you,” Candice tried to say as you shook your head, “it’s fine. it’s not much to me anyway. he’s always been a friend to me so it’s not like it’s going to bother me if he does have a girlfriend or something, “I gotta go though. I have a match against Scarlett tonight,” you informed the two before going into makeup.

they wanted to follow you but knew it was no use. you sat the entire time at makeup, talking to Scarlett about a few new moves you wanted to try on her so she wouldn’t freak out when you tried them. there was word that the feud you had ongoing with her would turn into feud that brought Karrion into it but they still hadn’t told you who your partner was if they did bring him in.

just as they finished your makeup and you tied your boots, you couldn’t help but notice how packed backstage was getting. everyone was extremely into the feud you had with Scarlett and eventually, you knew the women’s title belt was going to get brought into the conversation.

“ready for tonight?” you heard Hunter ask you. you nodded excitedly, “yeah! super pumped actually. ready to release some anger if i’m being honest,” Hunter laughed, patting you on the back, “well, I think you’ll like how the match goes. just don’t freak out too much.”

you wanted to question what he meant by that but you didn’t get time too as your theme rang off throughout the arena. you saw Timothy try and catch your attention but you were too pissed off and hyper-focused to bother to respond to him.

as you made your way to the ring, you saw Scarlett already inside, prepared to attack you at any given minute. you gave her a smirk, wiping your boots on the mat in an Imperium styled fashion. the bell didn’t even ring off yet as the two of you instantly attacked each other.

the match seemed to be going in all different directions as the crowd yelled loudly in anticipation for one of you to finally pin the other. just as you had the chance to pin Scarlett, the lights went off indicating that someone was walking or appearing into the ring.

as soon as the lights came back on, you saw Karrion inside, looking at you with a devious smile. you felt panic rising, not knowing who was going to help you and a part of you hoped that it wouldn’t be Tim to be the one come to your aid.

“fuck,” you whispered as you managed to get yourself into a corner. just as Scarlett and Karrion were about to attack, you heard Kushida’s music blare from the speakers, catching you extremely off guard. you smiled, crawling out the ring, quickly giving him a smile before the two of you ran inside together.

you had no idea why Kushida was going to be the one to be your partner but you didn’t mine. the two of you were friends and went out together whenever a large outting happened.

Scarlett and Karrion sized the two of you up as you and Kushida kicked them swiftly in the abdomen. they both went down instantly as you and Kushida got on top of them, trying to get blows into them but the refs managed to come in time to stop the two of you.

you and Kushida stepped back, not wanting to get kicked out of the ring. you smiled at him, giving him a hug in appreciation. you didn’t miss the small blush crawling on his face as the two of you slowly walked backstage. by the time you reached backstage, you were excitedly talking to him and vice versa.

“how would you like to work together?” Hunter asked, approaching the two of you, “it seemed like great chemistry out there.” you looked at Kushida for an answer, “I’d like love too!” you exclaimed as Kushida nodded just as excitedly. “great, it was either him or Timothy but a hunch told us to go with Kushida.”

you laughed, “glad you picked him!” you exclaimed, “well, we’d like to get press photo’s for the two of you to release them by tonight so get touched up and meet us in the photography room in twenty.”

“hey partner!” you told Kushida, “it’s going to be fun working with you,” he said shyly. you smiled, hugging him once again, causing Kushida to blush, “yeah it is. I’m glad you’re my partner,” he complimented, kicking a scrap piece of junk that was on the floor.

Kushida waited on you to finish up your makeup touches before heading over to the photography room. on the way there, you saw Tim walking towards you and that angry feeling came over you again. you instantly walked closer to Kushida, trying not to get into conversation with Tim.

“okay, so we have a couple of poses we’d like to put you guys in and then you have free rein to pose however you’d like.”

you and Kushida nodded as you got into the position they put you in. one day you and Kushida just smiling at the camera while another had you on Kushida’s back, smiling at each other. outside of the room was Indi, Candice, and Tim looking inside discreetly.

“aren’t they kind of cute together in some odd way?” Indi said, seeing if she’d get a reaction out of Tim, “yeah, the chemistry inside the ring was kind of cute. you can see him getting flustered around her,” Candice added on.

Tim on the other hand tried to keep his composure together but ultimately failed as he ended up getting pissed off and it showing. the final pose you and Kushida did was putting on each others merch and ending up in that same piggyback position.

after the photos were over, you looked at Kushida, “wanna catch dinner? it’s still pretty early and I’m kind of starving.” Kushida instantly lit up, “sure, my treat as a way of thanking you,” he said as the two of you walked out the room. you turned the cheek to Tim as you smiled at Candice and Indi, “Kushida and I-,”

“you can call me Yujiro.”

you laughed as you continued, “Yujiro and I want to catch dinner. any of you down?” you asked.

they nodded no, looking at each other and trying to figure out where the sudden interest in your partner came from. this wasn’t the first time you had paired yourself with another male wrestler on the roster but this was the first time you actually went out of your way to hang out with them.

“nah, Johnny and I are busy,” Candice lied as Indi made one up herself to not go, “well alright! don’t say I didn’t asked,” you relied as you walked away from them with Kushida walking alongside you.

you had separated from him to get dressed when you finally ran into Tim once again, “hey,” he said, trying to stop you from walking away, “where you headed?” he asked. you sighed, rolling your yes discreetly, “having dinner with Yuji in a few minutes. I’ll talk to you later.”

Tim was taken back by the sudden attitude you gave him but when you finally reunited with Kushida again, it was completely gone. Kushida had hooked his arm around you, leading you out of the Full Sail and into one of your cars. his mind raced with different thoughts on why you were no longer reciprocating the feelings you once did.

throughout the few weeks, you and Kushida continued to partner up with each other. on some nights, it was with Scarlett and Karrion and other nights it was with Candice and Johnny. Hunter wanted to test out how the chemistry between you and Candice went before replacing the feud you had with Scarlett with Candice instead.

you got to catering, putting food on the table as Kushida had saved you a spot with the Breezango tag team and ironically enough, the tag team of Fabian Aichner and Marcel Barthel.

“hey,” you greeted everyone as Kushida pulled your chair out before pushing it back in and sitting back down, “aww, don’t tell me he’s keeping up the sweet persona out of the ring as well,” Marcel joked as he poked at Kushida’s actions.

you sat confused, “what do you mean?” you asked, “he’s really keeping up that shy and sweet persona with you even outside the ring?” Fabian added on. you rolled your eyes, “well I mean, I would hope so considering we are kind of seeing each other.”

everyone at the table stopped their actions, not expecting what you were saying, “what do you mean ‘seeing each other’,” Tyler asked, not suddenly interested. “we’re dating,” Kushida responded, lifting up both of your hands, showing that you were holding each others hand from underneath the table.

“YOU’RE DATING KUSHIDA,” Curtis practically screamed. you tried shushing him but it didn’t work as everyone around you paused their conversations to look at the two of you, “no way!” Indi yelled, running over to you, “you’re dating him? like for real?” she asked.

you looked at Kushida was practically trying to hide his face in his sweater from embarrassment, “yes, we are. jesus christ, why is this such a big deal?” you asked, kind of annoyed. Indi shook your shoulders, “we didn’t think it’d be this early,” Marcel replied, “and honestly we thought you and Tim were a thing,” Fabian murmured.

Tim had been listening to the entire conversation, fuming at what he was hearing. just a month ago, the two of you were practically seconds from dating and now you were dating Kushida? he saw the way Kushida looked at you and frankly, it reminded him of himself. Kushida had the same heart eyes for you that he did.

eventually, after the mess of conversation ended, you and Kushida walked away to start getting ready for the match. Tim followed the two of you to the locker rooms, trying not to get caught in the process.

you looked at Kushida and placed a kiss on his lips, “you okay with everyone knowing now?” you asked as he brought you in for another kiss, “fine with it. maybe your friend Tim will finally stop liking you.” you laughed shaking your head, “he’s nothing. you’re the only one who’s in this position anyway.”

Kushida brought you in for another kiss, this one getting a bit steamier before he released you, “later, we got to get ready,” he whispered before heading into the mens locker room. you stood mesmerized for a few minutes as Tim walked into the hall, “you and Kushida?” he asked suddenly.

you nodded in response, trying to walk away.

“what did that happened?” he asked. you rolled your eyes dramatically, “a few weeks ago. why is it any of your concern?” you asked. Tim stood close to you, faces inches away from each other, “because you were mine,” he stated.

you laughed, not believing what he was saying

“you said it! the magic word was ‘were’.”

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daddyhausen · 2 years

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• day twenty three — size kink — timothy thatcher •

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{ warnings } — smut, 18+, { minors do not interact }fem!reader, reader, timothy thatcher x fem!reader, size kink, oral sex { m recieving }, throat fucking, deepthroating, throat pie, praise kink, rough sex, multiple orgasms, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, male + female orgasm, creampie, squirting

{ word count } — 1.1k

{ genre } — smut

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his body towered over yours, like a skyscraper of some sort, naked body cut and carved, as if he were marble from ancient greece, standing stoic and proud before you. eyes hooded with lust, dark and dominating, as if he were a ravenous lion, stalking you, his mere pray.

his size even more so, if you were to assume it would roughly be the length of your forearm, or near to it. his girth made it look like he’d barely fit the circumference of your mouth. you swallowed thickly, a gulp bobbing in your throat, peering up at his with uncertain eyes.

naked breasts heaving with each shallow breath you took. the mere thought of him entering you, from any orifice was daunting, would he fit? would you be able to take him? how good would he feel?

nervous eyes would shift between his and his cock, you noticed veins littered throughout his shaft. softly pulsating under his lightly tanned skin. how you’d want to feel each vein gracing your tongue, feel it throbbing against the appendage as you pleased him with your mouth, the mere thought sent a jolt of pleasure to your already soaked folds.

“don’t just sit there. suck my cock” he demanded, his tone deep and ruthless. a mere second away from grabbing your head and pleasing himself with your throat. you did as told, sitting up on your knees, a slight wobble in your movements from nerves.

your hands shaky as they reached for his size. his shaft twitching, reddened tip already leaking with clear beads of hot precum. both of your hands, barely being able to wrap around his shaft, there was probably an inch or so between where your index finger and thumb would meet.

you gave a small kitten lick to his tip, dainty in your actions as you peered up at him, precum gracing your tastebuds, a taste that could only be described as mildly salty, yet sweet. he gave a gentle groan at the action, petting your cheek gently as a sign for you to continue.

you allowed yourself to take his tip into your mouth, sucking lightly on the appendage, eyes often wondering up to his, almost a silent plea for recognition or praise of the sort.

“c’mon darling i know you can take me deeper than that…” he teased with a soft groan, a small chuckle soon following. you were hesitant for a second, still holding his tip in your mouth yet still unsure of your actions, you knew you could taking him deeper, you’ve done it before. let’s just hope your jaw and throat would allow it.

you sucked in a deep breath through your nose, persisting onward as you took him deeper down your throat. although your throat protested, a soft gag escaping your lips, a sting burning your nostrils, hot tearing welling in your eyes.

he titled your head up to meet him, offering a silent nod for you to continue, motivation of some sort. slowly you began to move your head once more, both hands having room to pump the rest of his shaft your mouth could not take.

“that’s it darling, you suck daddy’s cock so well” he lulled, his words full of praises, a newfound confidence rose in you, determined to please him, to help him reach his own lovely release.

you persisted despite your throat burning, your jaw on fire, managing to get halfway down his shaft this time before you felt the familiar resistance in the back of your throat. you ignored it, continuing to bob your head. a collection of spit and pre-cum gathering at the corners of your lips, dripping down your chin, your throat and eventually trickling onto the peaks of your breasts.

“think you can take all of me baby? i wanna feel your mouth over all of my cock” you nodded with some hesitance, his orgasm on the brink of release with every bob your your head, every throbbing vein against the base of your tongue.

you took it as a challenge to prove your worth to him, that you were more than a mindless hole for him to fuck, although you rather enjoyed the scenario. you sucked in a breath, taking him deeper down your throat, nose brushing against the mound of his cock, still being met with some resistance from your throat.

he grabbed fistfuls of your hair, taking control and thrusting himself deep down your throat, using your mouth as his own personal fleshlight. your eyes rolling into the back of your skull, his cock sliding down your throat with ease.

“fuck yes baby, such a good little whore” he growled, giving one rough final thrust before emptying his hot seed down your throat, his cum mixing in with your spit, dribbling down your chin. he pulled himself out of your throat, leaving you choking and sputtering.

“on all fours, baby” he mentioned, breathlessly. he watched you stand up with shaky legs despite him only ruining your throat. “that’s it baby, stand up, lean against the side of the bed”

you did as told once more, complying with his words. your breasts and face planted firmly against the mattress, ass in the air, teasing him with a slight wiggle. you could feel him position himself behind you, his fingertips dancing gently against your skin, his body like an ever looming shadow behind you, dominating and constant.

his tip, slick with your spit and his cum. he teased your entrance, pushing himself in the slightest. you gasped, bedsheets getting knotted between your fingertips. his tip already stretching your out so thoroughly.

“fuck, daddy…” you whined, bucking back against him, trying to adjust to his size. he kept one hand on your hip, leaning over you, his chest flush against your back, his size dipping deep into your void as you let out a small whine.

“you know i’m not going to go easy on you baby” he gripped your hair, tugging it roughly. “i’m going to ruin your pretty little cunt”

he pushed himself deeper into your void, his thrust rough and dominant. each movement stretching out your pretty pussy. your mouth hung open with pleasure, heavy moans spilling from your lips into the mattress. your hips bucking back against his thrusts, burying himself deep into your cunt until he was at the hilt.

“g-gonna cum, d-daddy” your words muffled into the mattress, his cock slamming into your cunt with vicious thrusts. never in your life had you felt such intense pleasure. every movement was heaven, the way he’d stretch you out to perfectly

“me too baby, let daddy fill your pretty pussy up”, your orgasm strong as it washed over you, your juices soaked his shaft, guiding his cock to his own orgasm, his hot seed seeping deep into your void, a mixture of both your juices coating the bedsheets below. he pulled out of your warmth from your void, the last few spurts of his cum dripping onto your ass.

“such a good girl, you’re so beautiful, darling”

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domesticblisss · 2 years

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When the Good Feeling Dies

Timothy Thatcher x Female OFC Rating: Mature (Minros DNI) Word Count: 2526 Warnings: Fluff, smut, the tiniest bit of angst, cursing, alcohol mention and a lot of nostalgia. Summary: It was just a trip back home, but Alex never expected to see him again. Inspired by The Gaslight Anthem’s song, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues A/N: Woke up at 04a.m. this night and another song was playing on the radio that made me remind of this one. I have an undying love for this song, and I don't even know how to explain how it makes me feel. Anyways, I played it and the story basically wrote it self. Hope you guys like it, I missed writing for my fave. Also, the song sets the mood, so listening while reading it would be very nice.

Alexandria knew that feeling way too well. As soon as she opened the doors of the Old Ironsides, the familiar smells hit her nose, the familiar laughter and loud music hit her ears, and it felt like home. It always felt like home.

The cozy space hadn’t changed much from what it looked like since the last time she was there, the colourful lights still shone bright, good music was still loudly playing from the old jukebox and the patrons were still the same.

John, one of the owners and bartenders, recognised her, his strong, loud laughter boomed as soon as she approached the counter. They engaged in conversation, catching up on how life had been after those almost five years apart.

As John went to grab her usual, Alex gave another look around the place to take in all of the memories the place awaked in her.

Tim.

She spotted Tim in the same place they used to sit when they came to the bar by themselves. The second to last stool on the left side of the counter, her spot by his left side free – the spot he always saved for her, between him and the wall so “no idiots will bother you” – making her smile. Tim had always been a creature of habit and of course he hasn’t changed, he still wore his band t-shirts, still had his hat on, nursed a beer and a fucking book. He still reads in bars.

“He got back today too.” John said as he came back with her drink, catching her surprised.

“Oh…”

“Go talk to him, kid.”

“Thanks, John.” she said, and smiled when the older man saluted her.

Timothy and her met, as she liked to say, ages ago. Both fresh in college, him for his journalism degree and her for her advertising one. They shared a couple of classes in the first semester, instantly hitting off when they saw each other wearing the same Rancid t-shirt on their first day of classes.

Alexandria had to stop for a moment as Tom Petty’s “Don’t Do Me Like That” came in the jukebox. Memories flood her brain, memories of the days they spent studying until 3 in the morning, memories of their roadtrips to secluded beaches, memories of her patching him up after his matches. Memories of their first kiss, at that same spot Tim sat in, both a little too tipsy after one too many bottles of beer.

“Hey.” Alex said, barely above a whisper. She doubted he had heard her, but the too familiar touch of her hand made him turn around.

“Lexie? Hey!” It took him a few seconds to process who was in front of him, – no, he did not forget about her, he would never forget about her, he couldn’t forget about her – but his slightly too loud voice came out as soon as he realised it was really Alexandria.

“Hey!” Alex said once again, this time louder.

Tim got up and embraced her in an awkward little hug.

“Still drinking PBR?” Tim chuckled when he saw the bottle in her hand.

“Yeah, guess they got too bad for your now german-refined taste buds huh?” Alex laughed at his expression, the same one he always had whenever she came with a snarky response. “Can I sit here?”

“Of course you can, Lex.”

Timothy’s and Alexandria’s relationship was one of very little ups and downs. They met in college, started dating the day before their graduation, – they were afraid of never seeing each other again after that, so they builded up some courage and finally blurted out their feelings, at the same time nonetheless – they dated for another seven years after that, and it ended with a break up coming from Tim, but they remained very close friends. She would still go to his shows, still patch him up after a rough match and even go out for drinks with his wrestler friends. It was one of his wrestler friends, Biff, that, one night, drunkenly, let it slip out that Tim still loved her, and that he only broke up with her because he felt like he was keeping her behind in her career. Alex never confronted Tim about it, knowing full well that the stubborn man would never admit, and that it was better to have him as her friend than to not have him in her life at all.

Tim left for his full time stay in Germany not long after and a year later, Alexandria finally got the position of her dreams in the company of her dreams in New York. She visited him in Germany that first year and went to some of his shows in NYC when he was back in the country. In the beginning, they would message each other daily, but it slowed down, turning into a few times a month, turning into birthdays and other important dates only.

She can’t even remember the last time Tim and her had a long conversation.

“So what brings you home, Tim?”

“You know, decided to spend some time with my family, see some friends I haven’t seen in a long time now that I’m a free agent again.”

“Any plans?” she asked, excited. She always loved hearing about his wrestling experiences.

“Not yet, just want to see where life takes me. And you? What brings Miss New York back to good ol’ little Sacramento?”

She chuckled at the nickname, the posh tone of voice still the same he used whenever he wanted to annoy her about the moving to another city situation.

“I quit.” she said, plain and simple.

Tim choked on his beer as soon as the words hit his ears. “What do you mean you quit? It’s your dream job.”

“Well, it was great at the beginning, the money was out of this world, but then…” she sighed “it was draining me, Tim. I hated waking up and having to go back to the office. The city is great, I made some friends and all but I felt so alone. Money and status isn’t everything, you know?”

Tim raised his own beer bottle and clinked it against hers “I’ll drink to that.”

They talked for hours, until they were the only two left at the bar. Catching up on each other's lives, on their accomplishments. They talked so freely with each other that it felt like they had never left, like they hadn’t spent so many years apart, like they were still in college.

“Sorry to interrupt you love birds but we need to close the bar.” John interrupted the duo.

Alex glanced at her watch and it was 02:30am. “Oh my god, John, I’m so sorry. We’re leaving. How much do we owe you?”

“Put her tab with mine.”

“Tim, cmon–“ he cut her off, with the same look of “don’t argue” he would always give her when things like this happened. She rolled her eyes.

They said their goodbyes to John, promising they would come back another day.

“Where’s your car?” Tim asked her as soon as they were out of the door.

“I got an Uber here.”

“Where are you staying at? It’s almost 3 in the morning and I’m not letting you Uber there.”

“At the downtown Hilton.”

It was a silent car ride, like it always were whenever they went out for drinks and went home in the wee hours.

Alexandria stares at the scenery out of the window, as the buildings, trees and some of the still existing nightlife pass by them, and Tim occasionally steals glances of her form.

It’s a short, 10 minute ride, enough to revive old feelings in both of them.

“Do you still have the same phone number?” Tim asked as soon as she turned around to look at him.

“Yeah, and you?”

“Same one too. What do you say we grab something to eat one of these days?”

“Deal!” she smiled at him.

Tim hugged her for the second time that night, but now a more comfortable hug, one that felt right. Alex kissed his beard covered cheek before saying goodbye.

“Don’t be a stranger, Tim.” she winked as she got out of the car and into the hotel.

On her way to her room, Alexandria kept thinking about how they haven’t seen each other in four years, and how handsome Tim still is. Yeah, time got to him and he’s a little bit more rough around the edges, but he was just as beautiful as ever.

She showered and followed through with her skin care routine, feeling more energetic than she had felt in a very long time. As she climbed underneath the soft Hilton sheets, her phone vibrated on the nightstand, and she was greeted with a message coming from Tim.

“You have no idea how happy I am to see you again. Don’t be a stranger, Lexie.”

Alex smiled, not bothering to answer Tim back, knowing that he was probably in deep sleep.

She woke up well rested that morning and answered the message that still lived on in her notification centre.

“good morning! hope you slept well, tim. and the feeling is mutual, can’t wait to see you again ☺️”

They went back and forth with the small talk and Tim invited her for dinner at his that same night.

Turns out Tim’s new place wasn’t very far from the hotel, just a mere five minute ride.

As soon as the door opened, Alex got hit with the familiar smell of carne asada. Tim greeted her with a “hey” and a kiss on her cheek.

“Something smells nice…” Alex said as she followed him to the kitchen area.

It was a small apartment, very tidy, with as little objects and furniture as possible, just enough to live comfortably. Same Old Tim.

“Of course I’m not cooking because I don’t want to ruin your night, but remember that place we used to go when we were up late at night during exam weeks?”

“They are still open???” the woman asked in shock.

“Yep.”

“Holy shit.”

Tim laughed at her demeanour. He knew that that little mexican place was her favourite in the whole world, and he wanted to surprise her.

They talked the whole time, still catching up on almost six years apart.

“Sooooo… any boyfriends, girlfriends or some other partner?” Tim asked in a playful tone, but deep inside, he knew he was afraid of the answer.

“Nope.” she answered, popping the “p” a little too hard.

“What do you mean no? A beautiful woman like you in a big city like that?” C’mon! Not even a fling?”

“Ugh, Tim…” she rolled her eyes “yeah there’s a couple of guys but nothing too serious. Nothing worked out actually.” she looked at him for a moment before continuing. “And what about you? Germany seemed to have treated you well as did Florida.”

“Nothing either, doll.” he said and drowned some more beer.

“C’mon Timmo! We might not have talked much during this time but I’ve watched your matches from Europe, I’ve seen some hot chicks going crazy for you… do you really want me to believe that you didn’t get some mad pussy over there?”

Tim’s disgusted face came out as soon as the words left her mouth, and her laughter came out as soon as she saw the look he had on.

“Doll… why must you– anyways, no, I had no one, no ‘mad pussy’ for me.” Tim finally answered, voice full of distress.

“Okay then, I’ll believe you.”

They went silent after that, and just kept staring at each other, taking in each other’s presence. The way that Tim held his beer and drank it, the way her fingers played with the bottle’s cap. Everything felt so familiar, almost like a deja-vú.

Alex paid close attention to Tim’s movements, how he set the amber bottle back down on the table, his large thumb sliding through its neck, fumbling with the loose label. He always did that when he was anxious and thoughtful.

“I still love you, Tim.” Alex blurted out.

“Come here.” the man said, tapping on his lap for her to sit on it.

He kissed her as soon as she straddled him. One big honest kiss, feral and hungry, years of bottled up emotions.

“I've never stopped loving you, Lexie. Never. Never wanted to break up in the first place.” he said once they stopped to catch some air. She nodded in acknowledgment, bringing his lips back to hers.

She could feel his hard on poking her sex, and he could feel how damp the thin fabric of her panties was, both desperately trying to get some friction.

Tim started to tease her through her underwear, drawing lazy circles around her clothed clit. After some whining from her, he finally gave in, slowly inserting one thick finger in her pussy, working his way until he could get a second one inside, his thumb never leaving her clit, just how she liked it. It wasn’t long before he got her her first orgasm.

She laughed as the shockwaves left her body, the sight of Tim licking her juices off his fingers making her more aroused. Alex brought his lips back to hers, this time on a slow, sensuous kiss, savouring her own taste on his tongue.

“I need you inside me, Timmo.” the woman whispered as soon as they parted.

He quickly sat her on the table, and the couple got rid of their clothes as fast as they could.

She laid there, lazily playing with herself as he put a condom on. Alex smiled when he approached her, Tim grabbing her right leg, peppering small, wet kisses all the way to her cunt, making her buckle and whine, telling him that they will have time for that later. He kept going up with his trail of wet kisses until he reached her lips, giving her one last kiss, before saying “I love you” as he entered her.

The weight of his cock still felt the same, and it still fit her perfectly. Tim still knew how to touch her, still knew all the spots that made her quiver.

He kept a steady pace, increasing the speed as they both chased their highs.

The only noises in the room were the ones coming from their lips, and the ones from their skins meeting in sync.

He brought her back to his lap after they came, hands smoothing her hair and the expanse of her back. The duo stayed in silence, basking in each other’s touch.

“Have you found an apartment already?” Tim broke the silence.

“No, not yet.”

“Then move in with me.”

Lexie sat up, searching for Tim’s eyes and finding nothing but sincerity and adoration. She smiled at him before opening her mouth again. “I don’t think all of my stuff will fit in here, Timmo.”

“Then we will find another apartment. Hell, we’ll get a house with a big backyard like you’ve always wanted, ok?”

“Okay.” she nodded, laying her head on his chest again, his heartbeat almost lulling her to sleep.

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heelwriting · 2 years

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Prompt: A soft smile before leaning in for a kiss (Part 3)

Fandom: Wrestling

Pairing: Timothy Thatcher x Reader

Warnings: Violence (not that graphic)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 657 words

Masterlist | Buy Me coffee

A/N: This is part 3 of a short series

Part 1 Part 2

I had played the scenario back in my head, I wanted to kiss him again without the circumstances from the last time.

When Tim left, I let myself fall on the floor, hugging my legs against my chest as my cheeks burned, he wanted another kiss, I was surprised he remembered something I said in a rush the first night we met, of course I remember saying it but him remembering was world changing.

My week went normal, I didn’t hear from him again, this time, I figured it was just how he was, showing up unannounced and wounded, I had just left my shift at the hospital when I received a call from an unknown number, not thinking much, I answered the call.

“Get your comfy clothes on”

A deep voice said at the other side of the line, I smiled immediately understanding who he was.

“Not even a hello?”

I asked sarcastically.

“Hi, you want to come to my work?”

He asked, I could hear a smile on his voice.

“Of course, I’m really excited”

He laughed.

“Don’t use white, it gets bloody”

“I got it”

“I’ll go by your house at 11”

“I’ll be waiting”

Arriving home, I took a shower and slept a couple of hours until it was time, I waited until Tim called me.

The drive was rather quiet, I think in some way bringing me with him to a fight made him nervous, I could see his hands tense in the steering wheel, he drove to the outsides of the city, the worse part of town for sure, I wasn’t afraid but having Tim by my side helped me a lot.

It wasn’t long before he left alone, instructing me to stay in the back, he had taken his shirt off and gave it for me to keep.

One guy talked in the middle of the circle, making the challenge to fight Timothy Thatcher, I came to know he was undefeated, but still, a guy slightly shorter than him accepted the fight, both had their games faces on, the people around started closing the circle while chanting for Thatcher, it was surprising he had a following.

Tim got his fists up on guard, circling around the guy, he searched for me and sent me a wink, three seconds later he was throwing a combination to his kidneys, one on his jaw and the guy was finished on the floor.

I was in awe of it all, I could admit the atmosphere was intoxicating and contagious.

Tim fist bumped a few guys while he made his way to the guy who arranged the fight, he gave him his earnings for the night, stuffing it all in his jeans.

When he found me, he took back his shirt tossing it over his shoulder and he laced our fingers together, we walked to his car and he helped me get in, he put back his shirt before entering the car.

He smiled at me and asked.

“You want to go get dinner?”

“Sure”

Driving around, he found a small restaurant, he asked an old lady to make us some burgers.

Siting in a booth in front of him, Tim was counting his newly won money.

“I think this is the most I’ve ever gotten for one fight”

His eyes glowing with pride, even if it was weird, I understood it was hard earned money.

“And this is the first time I have someone to celebrate it with”

His hand covered mine, he looked at my lips for a second, getting one strand of hair out of my face.

“You are stunning”

He said, I could see the adoration on his face, we barely knew each other, yet here we were.

“Kiss me already”

“My pleasure”

He had a soft smile on his lips as he leaned closer, until our lips finally connected, it was softer than I anticipated but everything I ever wanted.

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snarkwrites · 2 years

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m| tease ➼ t.thatcher |m

Before anyone comes for me. This is my writing and it’s cross posted from my former wrestle writing blog @snarkwriteswrasslin I just transferred it here because frankly, it’d be a shame to let this disappear if I decide to delete the other blog after I’ve gotten all my chosen posts off of there and migrated over. So nobody come for me, it’s mine. I fully own up to it.

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“If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me” && “They say the tongue is the strongest muscle in the body… wanna fight?” were both used here.

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Mature. Warning. Not for minors so minors need to back away now. Hand jobs, a mostly implied sexual encounter that’s probably unprotected, biting / marking.. I uh.. apparently have a penchant for writing that shit into fucking everything oops?

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Rough hands squeezed my hips. I tensed, rolling my eyes almost the second Tommaso muttered against the shell of my ear, “Hey princess. If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?”

“Drop dead, Ciampa.” I wasted no time in retorting, stepping away from him and putting a safe distance between our bodies. “Not in a thousand lifetimes, no. Nope.” I made sure that when I said it, I was firm.

“Aw, c’mon. Don’t be like that.” I didn’t have to turn and look at Tommaso to know that he was giving me that amused smirk. The one that insists he’s only humoring each and every single time I tell him in no uncertain terms that I wouldn’t touch him with a ten foot pole.

,,It’s an unfortunate side effect to being told you’re god’s gift.” I reminded myself as I turned to face him, a hand resting against my hip and the other one wound up in my hair, a clear look of exasperation on my face. “Like what, exactly? I’m just being honest. I can’t help that I loathe the ground you walk on. Didn’t you get enough defeat tonight when Timothy Thatcher made you his bitch? Are you seriously looking for more? Because if so, “I smirked as I raised the glass to my lips and took a sip before continuing, “You found it.”

Tommaso seemed amused by this. I, however, was not amused. In fact, this entire situation was starting to get on my last nerve. Just to further drive home the point that I’d literally rather be talking to anyone in the bar right now than him, I began to let my eyes drift around. I think I felt myself starting to panic just a little when I didn’t see anybody else from our roster. I fidgeted a little.

And then, my eyes happened to settle on Timothy Thatcher, who was engaged in a heated conversation with Marcel and Fabian towards the back. I licked my lips, shocked as ever at the ease it took to get lost in the depths of brown eyes. He seemed to pick up on my staring because he glanced up, his eyes darting around the bar.

Settling on me.

Intently. As our eyes locked on each other, he bit his lip, raising a hand to drag it over his head. Holding my gaze steady. His eyes finally break from mine to roam up and down my body slowly. And as they did, I could feel my thighs practically rolling right off of each other. The realization that I was dripping made me clench them together a little, afraid that if I didn’t, I was going to drip everywhere.

I squirmed around a little under his gaze and in my distraction, Tommaso stepped just a little closer. And he caught on to the fact that I wasn’t paying him a lick of attention and followed my gaze, letting his gaze settle on Timothy too.

“That guy, princess? The one guy who couldn’t want you less if he tried? I mean… it’s cute the way you’re always flirting with him and shit, but… Maybe you should consider using that energy on somebody more… Well, more deserving.” Tommaso was flashing me that lewd grin as he spoke and I cringed, backing myself away at the way his fingers curled beneath my chin.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” I hissed, starting to both get angry and panic at the same time. I wasn’t stupid. I know that 9 out of 10, Tommaso is nowhere near brave enough to pull something, especially not here. But it was that one percent that I couldn’t be entirely sure about the guy in the current setting that I was uneasy about the most. Despite it, I tried my best not to seem bothered or afraid. I was clearly going to have to deal with this on my own and mentally, I was kicking myself for ever even speaking to Tommaso Ciampa in the first place, because that had to be why he was popping up everywhere I happened to be lately.

“Just one dance, babydoll. One. I promise you’ll like it better than being ignored repeatedly.” Tommaso was doing his best to try and charm me and for a few seconds, I may have briefly toyed with that one dance. He did make a very good point. No matter what I tried to do, no matter how many small little subtle gestures I made to clue Timothy Thatcher into the fact that it was him I wanted unconditionally, my efforts always went ignored or unnoticed.

It was something I wasn’t used to and definitely something I wasn’t fond of. It actually kind of hurt a little. And did it ever frustrate me to no end.

I was dumb enough to step forward a little, but that quickly changed when Tommaso gave me that knowing smirk and went to step closer to me.. Acting as if he were going to wrap his arms around me. My common sense came rushing back and I laughed, stepping back and shaking my head. “Kick rocks, Ciampa. I’d rather not dance at all than dance with you.”

“I’m telling you, princess. This is a one night only offer. If I walk away…” Tommaso chuckled, shaking his head at me as he crossed his arms. He continued, “The offer is off the table. Do yourself a favor here… Stop wasting your energy on Thatcher, who couldn’t want you less if he tried. Give me a shot, babydoll.”

“First of all, you fuckin numpty, I have an actual name. It’s not babydoll or princess or whatever the hell else you’ve been calling me lately. It’s Eva. E V A. How fucking hard is it to say a 3 letter name, padre?”

I popped a bubble with my cotton candy flavored gum and rolled my eyes in disdain before I chose to address his concerns over how I chose to ‘waste my time’. “Secondly, asshole… I want what I want. And that happens to be Timothy Thatcher. And if I don’t get him? I’m damn sure not settling for anything less.. Which in this case, means you. So.. If you wanna just kindly fuck right off now…” I trailed off, giving a mocked apologetic shrug. I stepped back and turned around, promptly finding myself body to body with Timothy Thatcher.

And he had this amused look on his face.

Like he might have heard the whole thing.

I gulped as his eyes settled on me and his hands tentatively gripped at my hips. In a hushed tone he told me, “We’ll talk about what you just said as soon as I’m done with this, doll.” before putting himself in front of me and squaring up, his fists clenched tight at his sides as he and Tommaso had themselves a rather intense staredown, chests brushing together.

My thighs clenched so tight that I could feel them aching.

“We discussed this, Ciampa. You know what you were told.” Timothy’s eyes had a dangerous gleam in them as he practically growled the words at Tommaso. At his words, I found myself gazing back and forth between the two men, tension filling my body as I tried to pick up on all the context I was apparently missing right now.

“Yeah, and you know what I told you too, Thatcher. Your name’s not tattooed on her pretty little body anywhere. You were draggin ass so I decided why not shoot my shot.” Tommaso gave Timothy a light shove.

I stepped back a little, biting my lip and clearing my throat.

“Both of you. Hey! Whoa! I’m not a fucking Barbie toy in a Happy Meal. Can we just maybe.. Not?” I spoke up, folding my arms over my chest as I gazed at both men.

Cautiously, I pressed myself up against Timothy’s body essentially putting myself right between the two men all over again. “He’s not worth it, it’s too easy.” I muttered in the hopes that Timothy would hear me and stop to think about what was happening. He heard me, because he answered in a deathly calm tone, “ You’re going to want to move, doll.”

“Timothy, no.” I insisted, staying put.

“Fine. I’ll move you myself.” Timothy stated firmly, not tearing his eyes off of Tommaso. He guided me out of the way and they were body to body again, squared up. Tommaso chuckled. “Now you want her. Typical.”

“I wanted her before, shitstain. Not that it’s your business.”

I nearly choked on air as soon as I heard what he’d said. I bit my lip, fidgeting. Letting out a long sigh of relief when out of nowhere, Marcel, Fabian and Walter made their way over, Walter immediately getting the two men apart and taking over the situation.

Tommaso stormed off.

I stood there, practically squirming. My hand raised to drag through my hair and my eyes darted around the crowded bar. I literally knew everything I’d been dying to know and here I was, considering a good old fashioned bolt for the hills in panic.

Marcel and Fabian cleared out next, leaving me all alone with Timothy. My eyes darted for the doors leading out to the parking lot. Timothy’s gaze followed mine and he shook his head, stepping closer.

Reaching out for my wrist cautiously. Tentatively. Almost as if he were as unsure of this entire thing that was unfolding as I currently was. “ Oh no you don’t.” he chuckled in amusement, shaking his head as I stared up at him, pretty much speechless.

“I thought..” I stammered, grumbling at myself and falling silent because no matter what I tried to say, nothing would come out. All I could do was stare up at him, my heart about to pound right out of my chest.

,, you know this is a sure thing. You heard what he told Tommaso. He’s not the kind of man who would say it if he didn’t mean it.” my brain was practically screaming it at me and yet, I still couldn’t find the boldness or the moxy I seemed to have when I’d just be flirting with him and stuff before I heard him say how he felt.

“You heard what I told Tommaso. I know you did. I didn’t try to hide it. Just like you didn’t try to hide what you told him before you knew I was standing right behind you. I think we have a lot to talk about.”

I took a shaky breath or two and nodded. We did have a lot to talk about. “Yeah. I heard you.”

Finally! My mouth was going to work!

“And I heard you. Every.Single.Word.” Timothy’s fingers tucked beneath my chin, tilting it up so that I had to meet his gaze. I gulped. This was immediately followed by a few shaky breaths as I desperately tried to get some form of composure.

He licked his lips as his eyes fixed on my mouth and before I could stop myself, I whimpered quietly. Squirmed a little under the intent and heated gaze. My stomach rolled over lazily, a heat settling nicely in the pit of it.

He took a deep breath and closed the distance between our bodies. The hand tentatively gripping my hip dug in just a little more and when he took a breath, it was ragged. I looked up at him, waiting. Knowing I should probably say something, wanting to ask a million different questions, the biggest being that if he felt that way, why ignore me for weeks?

But again, nothing came.

“Were you being serious? When you said it..” Timothy’s eyes searched mine, almost as if he were looking for any kind of sign that I hadn’t been serious. That I hadn’t literally thrown myself at the man for weeks now without a good reason. I got the distinct feeling that him hearing me admit it so freely to Tommaso wasn’t something he was used to. It caught him by surprise. I also got the feeling that maybe, he was freaking out a little too.

“What part of literally everything I’ve been doing have you missed?” I didn’t even realize I’d asked the question out loud as opposed to merely thinking it until he raised his hand, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. The tension he normally carried seemed to melt away just a little. This in turn made me realize that I was clenched up pretty tight at the moment too and I took a deep breath, just kind of relaxing and letting myself melt against him.

Carefully.

Glancing up at him the entire time just to be absolutely sure he was okay with it.

His arm slipped around my waist and his fingers dug into my lower back as he pulled me closer. Staring down at me thoughtfully. Hungry look in his eyes. A quiet chuckle shattered heavy silence and I took a ragged breath, biting my lip as my eyes settled on his mouth. When I licked my lips, he squeezed my lower back, leaning down. Mumbling against the shell of my ear, “Oh, I didn’t miss any of it. I just thought you were a little tease.”

I pouted up at him, pretending to be hurt. “You’ve got me there.” I gave a soft laugh. I couldn’t deny it, he had me dead to rights. Before he came along and joined the roster, I used to flirt carelessly. Whenever someone caught my eye.

And then, Tim came along and managed to catch my attention… and hold it.

He chuckled, amused. And then the sound died away and he was staring at me again. That hungry look in his eyes only getting hungrier as they broke from mine and roamed my entire body. Slowly. I definitely felt like I was being undressed under the gaze. Just the thought had me squirming again, my thighs squeezing tighter as covertly as I could manage to do it.

“See something you like, Thatcher?”

“Only everything, doll.” the sound of his voice had me barely biting back a whimper as his eyes made their way back up my body to meet mine again. He pressed into me a little more, rough hands ghosting up and down my sides and I let myself melt against him completely. Giggling softly against the front of his shirt, “Hey, look at you.. Dancing and stuff.”

“Is that what we’re doing right now?” Tim mused, tucking his fingers beneath my chin to make me look up at him. I held his gaze, toying with the front of his tee shirt as I licked my lips.

“Keep it up, doll.” Tim muttered, his head tilting down slightly, his mouth brushing right against the corner of mine clumsily. When I nipped at his lip, he ground me against him. A sharp hiss escaped my lips as I felt the way he was straining against the jeans he was wearing already.

“Can’t believe you came out lookin like that.” the slightly teasing jealous tone to his voice didn’t go missed by me and I shrugged. “I wore it to do interviews tonight, just came straight here because I needed a good stiff drink… No thanks to you.”

Timothy chuckled. His hands moved down my sides, settling across my ass, grinding me right against him all over again as he stared me down intently. “I didn’t do anything.”

“The hell you didn’t! That whole match was.. Whew. It was an experience, okay?” I pulled away a little, making him pout. Fanning myself. Flirting a little bit more now because finally, it was starting to sink in.

This was a sure thing.

“An experience. I like that.” he laughed quietly, his mouth brushing right against mine as he did so, pulling away a little to smirk.

“So what line did Ciampa use tonight?” he asked after a few seconds passed, both of us dazed, dancing slow, my body melting into his and his arms around me. Tight. Like he didn’t want to let me go.

I cringed as I remembered Ciampa’s opening line and shook my head. “It was stupid. So fucking corny…”

“I wanna know, doll.”

I raised a brow as I gazed up at him. “Okay, here goes. He asked me if he said I had a beautiful body, would I hold it against him. He’s lucky I didn’t drive my stiletto through his nuts.”

“He’s lucky I haven’t killed him yet.” Timothy shook his head, letting out a low whistle and laughing. “He seriously used that line. Of all the lines. He went with that one.”

“Yeah.” I muttered, shaking my head. Timothy’s smile was infectious enough that it had me smiling a little. The awkwardness at him overhearing what he had practically falling away as we talked. Giving a teasing little pout, I eyed him. Letting my eyes roam his body slowly this time. Taking my time and really sizing up every inch of the man towering over me. I dragged a finger down the center of his chest, giving a soft giggle at the way I felt a little shiver race through him as I did so. “You could do better?” I questioned as his fingers dug into my body even more, giving me a good squeeze.

The squeeze only made me rub right against him all over again. My breath hitched and I gulped as he tilted my chin to make me look at him again, chuckling in amusement.

“I know I can do better, doll.” he stated. One of his hands drifted down, resting across my ass, gripping and squeezing and making me rub against him more. Harder. Until my breath was coming in shaky and short pants. I almost whimpered but somehow, I barely managed to stop myself.

“Let’s hear it then.”

He chuckled and shook his head. I pouted, giving him my best pleading eyes. “C’mon, you’ve already said you could do better…”

“Okay.” Timothy’s hands were moving up and down my sides again, almost as if doing so would either calm him down or make it easier for him to say whatever he wanted to say. It also made me really melt and mold myself against him. If I melted against him any more, I’d be draped over the poor guy, but honestly, I wasn’t worried about it at the moment. “C’mon.. Please?” I pleaded quietly.

He leaned in a little. The way he stepped closer as if he were going to tell me a secret had me pushed right against the wall of the bar and he was still pressing against me. I gasped a little as I felt his cock twitching, getting even harder and I wound up digging my fingers into broad shoulders as I raised my arms to wrap them around his neck.

His lips lazily brushed up against mine as he mumbled quietly, “ They say the tongue is the strongest muscle in the body… So.. do you wanna fight?”

I whimpered as his tongue brushed right against my lips, a shiver passing through my body. I had to hold on tighter, because it felt like all the bones left my body and I barely managed to gasp out the word “Yes.”

His fingers dug into my body as his grip on me tightened and he pressed himself into me even more, putting my back firmly against the wall. I raised one of my legs to his hip and his hand roamed down, resting on my thigh, holding my leg in place. His tongue slipped between my lips and my mouth fell open willingly, my tongue in a desperate frenzy to meet his, tangling with it. I don’t know who did it first, but we wound up rubbing against each other several times as the kiss deepened to a point where I was starting to feel lightheaded. The more I rubbed against him, the wetter I got. I whimpered and whined into the kiss, making him chuckle.

Every single touch. Every single rub of our bodies against each other.. It all felt overwhelming. All I wanted was for him to get me out of the bar. Get me somewhere more private.

“Get me out of here.” I gasped out against his lips as we pulled apart to breathe and attempt to pull ourselves together. I could feel my lips swelling, a dull ache settling in. They were going to be a little bruised, I could already tell.

“Get you outta here, hm?” he chuckled as he closed the distance between our mouths again, capturing mine in a deep and greedy kiss filled with nipping teeth, his tongue dominating mine the second our mouths connected again. I dug my fingers into his shoulders just to even attempt staying upright, rubbing myself against him frantically. Something in him snapped and as soon as we pulled apart to breathe again, he was scooping me up and walking towards the door with one goal in mind. And just the realization had me dripping. My thighs aching because up to this point, I’d been squeezing them together as hard as possible and it fucking hurt.

Wordlessly, he hurried out the doors of the bar and across the parking lot, stopping to sit me on top of the hood of his car as he dug for the keys, swearing when he didn’t immediately pull them out of his pocket. I gave a soft giggle and wrapped my legs around his waist, clinging to him. Licking my lips as I stared up at his intently.

His kisses were going to make me an addict, I could feel it in my bones.

“Are you sure you want me to do that, doll?” his words came in a breathy pant against my mouth as his mouth buried in mine again and his teeth latched onto my bottom lip. The hood on the car was cold beneath my ass. If I’d hoped it might cool me down any, I was sadly mistaken.

When I rocked myself against him, he groaned, bucking himself into me as he raised one hand and caressed my cheek, pulling my mouth even deeper into the kiss. His other hand moved over my thigh, squeezing just a little more with each time our bodies made contact. Disappearing up the hem of my dress and drawing a whimper out of me as soon as I felt it moving higher up my thigh.

“We should definitely get you out of here, doll. Because right now, I can’t control myself.” Timothy muttered lazily, his mouth breaking from mine to trail down my neck when I tilted my head, exposing it to him. His lips latched onto my skin and I shivered at the contact. As he left mark after mark on my neck, his hand settled palm down against my center, squeezing and rubbing, a throaty growl swallowed by the meeting of our mouths all over again when he realized just how wet I was already.

“Yeah, we’re leaving. Now.” he scooped me off the hood and after unlocking the passenger door, he sat me down in the passenger seat. As he went to raise up and shut the door, I couldn’t resist pulling him down again, pulling his mouth back against mine all over again as my hand palmed at the bulge strained hard against his jeans. He rocked his hips against my hand and nipped at my mouth, one of his hands skimming up my inner thigh, rubbing my cunt all over again. “This isn’t getting us to the hotel any faster, doll.” he pointed out and I bit my lip as we pulled apart to breathe, staring at each other hungrily.

“But I don’t wanna stop.” I pouted up at him. He leaned down, gripping at my jawline, pulling my mouth against his greedily. “You don’t, huh? Is that so?”

I nodded. His hand crept back up my inner thigh, finger trailing right down my center and sending another shiver racing through me. He pulled away and I pouted up at him all over again. He shut the door and walked around to the driver side, getting into it. The car started and he took off. One hand left the wheel and settled between my thighs. I whimpered, rocking myself against the wandering hand. My hand settled in his lap, palming at the way he strained against his jeans, making him growl quietly as he came to a stop under the stoplight.

His hips snapped against the movements of my hands and his hand squeezed my cunt. I bit my lip and whimpered, rocking against the way he rubbed me, eager for even a shred of friction. It still wasn’t enough.

We were within sight of the hotel when I decided to take things up just a notch. I leaned across the console and danced my lips up the side of his neck, latching on a little. He groaned and as soon as the car pulled to a stop in the parking lot of the hotel, he was rubbing me harder, growling at the way I kept getting wetter and wetter. “So wet, doll.” he muttered in a daze as his mouth met mine all over again, a rough and biting, needy kiss. His free hand was all over me, finally stopping at the back of my neck, thick fingers tangling in my hair and using his grip on my neck to pull my mouth against his even more.

“If you don’t take me inside, Timothy..” I gasped into the kiss, a needy whimper leaving my lips right after because I felt his fingers brush soaked fabric aside, trailing right down my center, teasing me. I shivered at the way it felt. The way he was deliberately managing to push every single hot button I had.

And hours ago, I found myself in wonder, I didn’t think he knew I existed, beyond the interviews I’ve had to do with him. Because he certainly managed to make it seem that way every single time I tried to get his attention otherwise…

He chuckled quietly. “What are you gonna do, doll?” teasing me. I squirmed as his finger trailed back over my center brazenly, and then started to drag slowly around my clit, circling the bundle of nerves lazily. Staring into my eyes the entire time, daring me to do something with this smirk on his face.

Oh, I was most definitely going to pay for months of teasing tonight. I could feel it.

“Please.” I whined, rocking myself against his finger and making him groan quietly when he felt me getting even wetter. After another long and breathless kiss, he was cutting off the car’s engine and getting out. Hurrying around to my side and throwing the door open. Wasting no time in scooping me up into his arms after a few seconds of swearing and grumbling because the seatbelt was stuck.

I giggled against his neck as he jogged across the parking lot. Stopping at the doors leading into the hotel to put my back right against brick, conquering my mouth all over again hungrily. One of his hands disappearing beneath the hem of my dress. My legs squeezed his waist and I threaded my fingers through his hair, rubbing myself against him as much as I could.

“You’re sure, right?” he gasped the words when we broke apart to breathe. I nodded, pulling his mouth back against mine all over again greedily. “I need you.”

“You need me, hm, doll?” he gazed at me, licking his lips. I nodded. Catching hold of his jaw and mumbling against his lips quietly, “Now.”

“Kind of bossy, are we? Especially given the fact that you’ve been teasing me for months now.” he chuckled, teasing as we stepped into the lobby.

It felt as if it took a million years to get to the floor his room was on. But once we did, my back was against the hotel door and as he slid the keycard, his mouth roamed over my neck, down the front of my throat as he bucked himself against me over and over again.

He pushed the door open, stepping through. I was tugging at his shirt as he tossed me down on the bed, leaning down over me as he sank to his knees, spreading my legs wide and licking his lips as his eyes settled on me all over again, making his way up my body for another kiss, his hand settling beneath my dress, the quiet tear of my panties seeming amplified as he ripped them away, tossed them into the floor.

He pushed my dress up and out of the way, letting me pull it over my head before turning his attention to my bra, tearing it away easily and tossing it out into the room as soon as he’d gotten it away from my body.

I went for the button on his jeans impatiently, giving him a begging look that had him raising up, unzipping his jeans, letting them pool on the floor at his ankles and then kicking them free.I rose to my knees, dragging a fingertip along his abdomen, making him shiver at the touch. Slowly tugging at the waistband of his boxers until he leaned down, fingers curling beneath my jawline to guide my mouth back against his all over again as he slipped onto the bed, carefully pushing me onto my back. He let his boxers hit the floor and I squirmed, eyes going wide at the sight of how fucking thick he was once his cock sprang free.

His hand curled around it, dragging it between my folds almost the second he was pressing himself into me, pinning me against the mattress. I moaned as he sank into me, hips snapping slowly against my body, his hand catching hold of both of mine, holding them so that I couldn’t move them, earning him a pout from me.

“That’s..” I gasped as his mouth crashed against mine again and again, “Not fair.”

He chuckled. “Not fair, huh? Correct me if I’m wrong here,” he groaned out as his mouth broke from mine to trail down the front of my throat, nipping at skin everywhere he let his lips linger long enough to do so, “But you’re the one who touched and touched and teased for months now.”. I could feel the marks he was leaving behind on my body already starting to form and I shuddered, going clingy as best as I could against him considering that he was holding both my hands completely still with each deep drive into me.

“Timothy, I..” I moaned, my back arching and my head falling back, my eyes fluttering open and closed as he continued to piston in and out, making me grip his sides with my legs and dig the heels of each foot into the comforter just to attempt easing the ache, the frustration of all the teasing he was putting me through.

It was too much. And somehow, also not enough.

His mouth found mine again, our lips latching onto each others as he buried himself even deeper inside, slowing down his thrusts, the soft smacking sounds of our lips meeting over and over again accompanied by my needy whimpers as I tried to rock against him, begging for it.

Harder. Faster.

Neither of which he was willing to indulge me.

Oh yeah, I was most certainly… Going to pay for all the teasing I’d done over the course of months tonight. Timothy Thatcher was going to see to that….

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reader and Drew go to America for reader’s surprises ...

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You and Drew land in Orlando. It's late January, and a huge temperature difference. It feels more like summer in Florida than it does in Scotland, where it's super cold right now.

A smile hasn't left your lips since you took off, and you're excited to see Candice.

Speaking of Candice, she waits by baggage for you. When you see her, you drop Drew's hand and your things before running over to her. You hug her tight and she says, "Okay, okay. Relax, princess. It's nice to see you."

"It's nice to see you too," you say, looking at her. "I haven't seen you since the wedding."

Candice laughs and says, "It wasn't that long ago." She looks at Drew. "Your husband has gotten handsomer since I last saw him."

You giggle and say, "It hasn't been that long, Candice."

She smiles and says, "So, anyway. Come on. The trainers and doctors want to give you a full physical at Full Sail to make sure you're cleared to be in the match this week on NXT."

Smiling, you say, "Sounds great." You look back at Drew. "Ready?"

He nods and says, "Of course."

Candice drives you both to Full Sail University, where NXT is broadcasted from. She asks questions about what married life is like, how Scotland is, and how it's been over there since you married Drew.

It's a short drive to Full Sail from the airport so she doesn't get to many questions in.

During the physical, the doctors and trainers make sure your in tiptop shape to compete. You've lost some muscle mass since you haven't trained in months but it's not that big of a deal. They do the whole work up.

After you've been medically cleared to compete, Hall of Famer Triple H finds you. He says, "Y/N, welcome to Full Sail. We're very happy to have you here as part of our roster in NXT, even though it's for a short amount of time."

You smile and say, "Thank you, Mr. H."

He hands you a black leather folder and says, "Inside, you'll find a part time NXT contract that will have you as part of the NXT roster for six months. Your husband says that after six months, you will no longer be able to compete. As a part timer, you're slotted to be in three matches, one match every two months."

Your eyes widen and you look at Drew before you say, "I thought this was a one match deal."

"I pulled some strings," Drew says before winning at you.

Triple H says, "As of right now, your matches will be against Candice this Wednesday at NXT, a match against an opponent of your choice at Takeover: London in two months, and a match against an opponent of your choice at Takeover: Glasgow in four and a half months."

Your jaw almost hits the floor and you say, "Takeover matches? Like, actual pay-per-view matches."

Everyone in the room laughs and Triple H says, "We wanted to make your last few matches memorable ones. I've spoken with William Regal about this and he's on board. Are you?"

Quickly, you read over the contract and sign it. "I'm on board," you say.

"Welcome to NXT, Y/N," Triple H says, holding out his hand.

You shake his hand and smile. "Thank you for this opportunity," you say.

He smiles and walks off. You look at Drew and he has a huge smile on his face.

"I haven't seen ya so happy about something before," he says.

You smile back at your husband and you say, "I'm living my dream because of you, Drew. Thank you."

Drew says, "I just got us here. Yer talent is the reason yer living yer dream."

"You've never seen me in the ring before," you say, giggling.

Your husband says, "I get t'see ya in the ring on Wednesday."

You smile and shake you head, leaving to go to the hotel to get some sleep so you can train all day tomorrow before Wednesday.

***

Wednesday gets here too quickly. You've brought your old gear with you to wrestle in. It's definitely more revealing than you remember.

You stand in your little dressing room and look in the mirror at yourself.

The shorts got tighter and shorter, and the crop top now tightly hugs your chest. Your cleavage is very exposed and you hope to God that you don't have a wardrobe malfunction while in the ring.

Now that you're the princess of Scotland, you have a lot to be conscious about.

Someone knocks on your door as you're tying up your boots. "It's me," Candice says. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah," you say.

The door opens and Candice walks in. She smiles when she sees you in your gear. "Damn, you looked good in the gear then and you look good now," she says. "Anyway, I was thinking. I want to cut a promo before our match tonight. Just a short one. I'll say how a princess shouldn't be in the ring with someone like me and we can go from there."

You nod and finish lacing up your boots. "Sounds good," you say. "I'm assuming that my signing has been a secret?"

Candice nods and says, "Yeah. Drew's being kept out of the crowd until our slot so it doesn't give it away too early that you're here."

Someone calls your name and Candice's name. It's time.

"I've never been so ready to get back in a ring," you say. "Ever since I left, it's been marriage and princess lessons. I'm ready to wrestle again."

Candice smiles as the two of you walk to the backstage area. "You better be," she says.

Several NXT superstars are in the backstage area. The Undisputed Era, Finn Balor, Io Shirai, Timothy Thatcher, Tommaso Ciampa, Rhea Ripley, Johnny Gargano, Indi Hartwell, and Shotzi Blackheart just to name a few.

You stretch out as you wait for your music to hit.

It's been too long since you felt this rush of adrenaline. Before every match and every promo for Ring of Honor, you'd feel a rush of adrenaline to get you pumped up. You last felt this in your last ROH match a few months ago. It's been too damn long.

Candice's music hits and she walks out. You listen to what she says carefully.

"Rumor has it we're in the presence of royalty tonight," Candice says. "Apparently some princess signed with us a few days ago? That's the rumor anyway. I don't think she even deserves to be in an NXT ring."

That's when you're handed a microphone before your music, I Like It Heavy by Halestorm, hits. Of course it's a clean version of the song because this is WWE but it's fine. You're making your entrance for the first time in months.

The crowd loses it as you walk toward the ring in your sparkly red and black gear. You step into the ring.

The music fades out and you're face to face with Candice. She smirks and asks, "Oh, did I hit a nerve, princess?"

You hold your microphone up and say, "I don't deserve to be in an NXT ring?" You scoff. "Please, Candice. I've fought to be here."

Candice says, "You're Scotland's princess. That's the only reason you're here."

These comments are hitting you hard, but you fight through.

"Listen here," you say. "I am a NWA Women's World Champion, a two-time NWA Women's World Tag Team Chanpion, and Impact Knockouts Champion. I deserve to be in this ring for my talent, not by my title."

Candice says, "Then let's go. You're dressed. I'm dressed. Let's get a referee out here."

The crowd cheers and you yell "bring it" into the microphone before throwing it down.

The match begins shortly after. You have Candice in a headlock and you're trying to bring her down onto her knees. She pushes you off of her into the ropes. You bounce off and hit her with a clothesline.

You say, "Oh, look. The princess is the only one still standing."

The crowd laughs and Candice hits the mat before getting up. You're locked in a grapple with her a few seconds later. After a bit of struggling, Candice knees you in the stomach. You cry out and clutch your stomach, falling to your knees. She hits you with a running knee to the jaw, and you sell it well. You fall into your back, knees bent with your feet beneath you.

Candice pulls at your hair to get you up, and the ref warns her of the hair. She says, "Get out of my ring."

You snarl, "Go to hell."

Then you elbow her hard. She backs off you, creating enough space for you to perform a spinning heel kick. She falls but you get her up into your shoulders into a fireman's carry.

You hit the Falcon Arrow on her and go in for the pin.

One. Two. Three. The bell rings and your music blares. The crowd goes insane. You spot Drew in the front row where he would mostly be off camera. He's looking at you in awe as he applauds. You smile as the ref holds your arm up, declaring you the official winner.

***

Days pass by since your match with Candice. It's all you talk about whenever you get the chance. Drew just smiles and listens as you tell him about the rush you felt being back in the ring.

You're driving to your hometown, a little suburb outside of Manhattan. It's been a quiet ride, and that's because Drew is asleep.

Timezones and jet lag have not been your friend during this trip, but it's easier for you to get used to the time change than it is for Drew.

You pull up to your childhood home and tap Drew's shoulder. "Hey, sleeping beauty," you say. "We're here."

He stirs and looks out the window. You smile and he says, "This is yer old house? It's so small."

"I didn't have much," you say. "My parents scrapped together what they could to pay for wrestling school when I was 14 until I was 17. I told myself then that I'd make it in wrestling and I'd pay them back for what they paid for me to go to wrestling school."

Drew looks at you and asks, "Can we go inside?"

You shake your head and say, "It was foreclosed. It belongs to the bank or something. It would be illegal to go in."

Your husband looks back at the house, which has fallen apart with age. It's a one story house. It has one bedroom, a tiny bathroom, and one room that holds the living room, dining room, and kitchen areas.

Drew says, "This while time ya were over here struggling, I was living it up as the prince of Scotland with my rich parents. I used to throw tantrums because they wouldn't get me the newest toy or take me on vacation with them, and your family couldn't afford either."

"We made it through," you say. "My parents live in a beautiful two story house in the nicer part of Manhattan. I paid them back right before I left for Scotland. Every story has a happy ending, Drew."

He smiles a bit and he asks, "Even ours?"

You smile and say, "Especially ours." You lean over the middle console and press a kiss to Drew's cheek. Your lips linger a little too long and he turns his head. You pull back a bit and meet his eyes.

That's when the butterflies flutter in your stomach and your heart races in your chest.

Slowly, both you and Drew lean into each other. Your eyes flicker to the lips you've only kissed twice, once at your wedding and once at a public event right after the wedding.

One of Drew's hands moves and rests on your cheek. You instinctively lean into his soft touch a bit.

Your lips are centimeters away from Drew's. Your noses touch as Drew's other hand moves to cup your other cheek.

"Tell me to stop if ya don't want this," Drew whispers.

You nod a bit and say, "I want this, Drew."

Then his lips brush against yours. A feather light touch. It makes you lean in more because you want more.

Drew guides your lips to his. Your eyes flutter closed as you kiss Drew. Your hands wrap around his wrists as he cups your face.

His facial hair tickles your chin and upper lip as the soft kiss continues.

It's like your first kiss all over again. Your first kiss was at your wedding in front of thousands of people. This one feels different. You never felt butterflies or your heart race when you kissed Drew at your wedding. You do now.

Drew pulls back and looks at you.

"How come ya never kissed me like that at our wedding?" he asks.

You say, "Because I didn't want it then. I wanted it now. I wanted the kiss."

He smiles and pecks your lips one more time before saying, "Show me yer favorite spot."

Giggling, you say, "I can't drive with you holding my face. Hold my hand if you wanna hold something."

Drew smiles and lets your face go. He takes your hand as you drive to your favorite spot.

Your favorite spot, or your safe spot, is a small park. You pull up, and get out.

The sun is setting, and you have a perfect view.

After taking Drew's hand, you walk over to a park bench. You sit down and Drew sits beside you. He wraps an arm around your shoulder as you both watch the sunset.

Drew says, "Ya don't have t'stay if ya don't want."

You look at him and ask, "What are you talking about?"

"In Scotland," he says. "Ya don't have t'stay. Being king isn't that important t'me if it means that ya don't get t'keep wrestling. I saw ya in the ring the other day, and it's all ya talk about. Ya love wrestling, and I don't wanna take that away from ya."

You turn so you're facing him as you say, "I'm happy in Scotland. Yeah, it was hard at first. I had to come to terms with possibly never wrestling again, and I did. Until you surprised me with this trip. I love that you did this for me, and for that, I'll help you become king and I'll be the best damn queen Scotland has ever seen." Drew smiles and you throw your legs over one of his legs.

You continue with, "Plus, I may or may not have fallen for you completely so I'm not going anywhere. Til death do us part, remember?"

There's almost a sparkle in Drew's eyes when you tell him that you might have fallen for him.

Your husband smiles and says, "I, uh, might've fallen for ya completely too."

You smile and lean into Drew. You kiss him slowly and softly. He kisses you back, pulling you closer to him.

The kiss is slow and full of passion. Your heart pounds in your chest as your lips move against Drew's.

Drew pulls back again and he says, "Let's find somewhere t'stay tonight. Do ya have a favorite hotel?"

You nod and say, "Yeah, it's in the city. Let's go."

The two of you get up and head to your favorite hotel.

***

The San Carlos Hotel. It's a cute little hotel, and not over the top fancy. You rent out a suite for the next few days, and they tell you that your stay is on the house because you're royalty. Sometimes being a royal has its perks.

The suite is a one bedroom suite. A full bathroom and walk in closet. Plus a living room area with a couch and a flat screen, and a kitchen.

Drew smiles when you unlock the door. You both walk in and you say, "Home sweet home while we tour New York."

He looks at you and say, "I'm glad ya didn't take the out when I offered it, Y/N. I didn't know ya were happy in Scotland. Honestly, I thought ya were miserable."

Giggling, you walk up to Drew and say, "Scotland is a beautiful country. I'm happy to be its princess, and eventually queen."

Your husband says, "Scotland's beauty is nothing compared to yers, Y/N."

Your cheeks heat up and say, "You are one unbelievably cheesy prince, you know that."

He laughs and says, "I take good pride in that. It's a talent."

Laughing, you begin to unpack. Drew disappears into the living room.

Once you've finished unpacking, you walk over to the window. You cross your arms over your chest and look out over the city that never sleeps.

Cars are still on the road and people are milling around on the sidewalks even though the sun has set.

You smile and keep looking out the window, until a pair of arms wraps around your shoulders. You don't have to look to know it's Drew. You lean back into him.

"I'll miss New York," you admit. "The city is always buzzing. It's the city that never sleeps, you know."

Drew presses a kiss to your temple and he says, "Just because we're gonna be king and queen doesn't mean we can't leave the country. We're not locked down in Scotland when we ascend the throne."

You sigh and say, "I know."

The two of you stand like that. You both look out over the city for several minutes.

Drew asks, "So, I did good?"

Nodding, you look up at Drew. "You did more than good," you say. "This has been the best trip of my life, and I'm glad you're here with me."

Your husband says, "I hope we can actually try at the relationship thing. I have a lot to learn still and-"

You lean up, pressing a soft kiss to Drew's lips to cut him off. He's caught off guard by the kiss but he kisses you back.

After a moment, you pull back and say, "We're gonna try at the relationship thing." You smile. "But I know that you know a decent amount about some parts of a relationship."

Drew says, "I know a lot less than ya think I know."

You turn in his arms and ask, "So if I asked you to, I don't know, take off my clothes, you wouldn't know how to do it?"

His face gets flustered as he stammers, "Well, I, uh, I know how to take off clothes, Y/N."

"I would hope so," you say, teasing him.

Drew smiles and says, "Listen, I don't know much about relationships but I know a lot about the physical parts."

You stare up at Drew and say, "Show me what you know."

"Y/N, we just talked about trying the relationship thing," he says, smiling. "I don't think we're ready for the next step."

A smile forms on your lips as you say, "We've already skipped a step or two. What's one more?"

Drew pushes some hair out of your face before he cups your face. He says, "I wanna do this the right way, Y/N."

You look up at Drew and you say, "There is no right way when we're in this situation."

He laughs softly and says, "Yer not wrong."

Leaning your head up, you say, "So show me what you got."

Drew smiles and leans down, bringing his lips to yours. The kiss is slow at first, full of passion. You wrap your arms around Drew's waist, holding him close to you.

His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, asking for access. You part your lips slightly. His tongue slips into your mouth. You let out a soft sigh into the kiss.

Your heart is racing in your chest at the thought of Drew taking off your clothes. You've seen him without a shirt on, but he's always seen you clothed.

While you're busy thinking, Drew's fingers have started working on the zipper of the jacket you're wearing. He pushes the jacket off of you and you pull away from the kiss.

Your eyes meet Drew's and he asks, "Ya really want this?"

Nodding, you say, "I want this." You untuck the shirt he's wearing from his pants.

Drew smiles and picks you up by your waist. You wrap your legs around his waist as he walks toward the bed. You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck. You take out the hair tie that's keeping his hair in a ponytail.

"I don't want your hair up when we're together," you admit. "I like it down."

Your husband lays you gently on your back on the bed. He looks down at you and says, "Anything for my princess."

You giggle, "So cheesy."

Drew leans down and kisses you. Your fingers slide up into his long locks. One of Drew's hands roams your body over your clothes while you start to unbutton the button up that he's wearing.

Several months ago, you and Drew wouldn't even touch each other. Not even hand-holding. Now, you're underneath him on a bed.

Things have definitely changed for the better over the last few weeks between you and Drew. It feels like euphoria when he kisses you or touches you. You can only imagine how it'll feel when his fingers find their way into your pants or under your shirt.

You're barely able to control yourself as Drew's lips move from yours to your neck. Your eyes flutter closed and you run your fingers through Drew's long locks. His button up now hangs open after you got it unbuttoned.

Drew kisses and nips at the skin on your neck as you push the open button-up off his body. You run your fingers gently up his now bare arms until your hands cup his face. You bring Drew's head up, bringing his face out of your neck. You're breathing a little heavy as you meet Drew's pretty blue eyes.

You lean your head up and press your lips to Drew's hard. One of Drew's hands runs down the side of your body, grazing the side of your breast. You almost shiver with anticipation as Drew's fingers reach the bottom of your t-shirt.

He pulls away from the kiss and looks down at you. You sit up a bit and lift your arms over your head. Drew pulls the t-shirt off of you and discards it somewhere in the room. You're left in just a plain, black bra and pants. You didn't think you'd be doing this or you would have worn a fancier undergarment.

"God," Drew says, eyes wondering over your half naked upper body. Your cheeks get hot as he looks at you underneath him.

He shifts his weight so he's kneeling between your legs. He pulls your hips toward him. You feel the bulge in Drew's pants against your clothed crotch and you gasp slightly. Your husband sits on his heels as he looks at you.

You stare at Drew, waiting anxiously for him to make a move. Your heart racing wildly in your chest.

Drew hooks his fingers into the waistband of your leggings, pulling them off your body slowly. They join your shirt on the hotel floor. He leans down and starts to lightly kiss your belly. You giggle and look down at him. His lips trail up your belly until he reaches the bra you're wearing. He undoes the front clasp and the bra falls open, exposing your breasts to Drew. Your breath hitches as he uses a finger and plays with one of your nipples. He kisses the other breast before sucking on that nipple.

You bite back a moan as you slightly arch your back off the mattress. The hand playing with your nipple moves down your body. Drew's fingers slip into the waistband of your panties and you sigh. You lick your bottom lip as his fingers inch closer to their target.

Your husband's eyes flicker up to your face and he watches for your reaction as two of his fingers run through your slick folds. Your eyes flutter closed and you smile, grasping onto the blankets on the bed.

His fingers tease your clit and you say in a whispered tone, "Don't tease." Drew teases your entrance and you let out a quiet moan.

"That was the prettiest things I've ever heard come from ya're mouth," Drew stares.

You get all flustered and say, "It's not nice to be a tease, Drew."

He presses a light kiss to your jaw and mumbles, "Tell me what ya want, princess."

Almost begging him, you say, "I want to feel your fingers inside me. Please."

Gently, Drew starts to pull off your panties. The fabric is thrown to the floor and you pull off the bra. You're completely naked in front of Drew, and you feel comfortable. You trust that Drew won't do anything to hurt you. He's the kind of man to make sure that you're okay with something before he does it.

Drew runs a finger through your soaked folds before he pushes that finger inside of you. You bite your lip to hold back your moans. Drew's hovering above your naked body. His lips are on your neck again, nipping at the skin and definitely leaving marks.

His finger moves in and out of you. You let your lip go and let out the moans you were holding in. Then Drew adds a second finger. You gasp and moan, "Drew."

"Making ya feel good with just my fingers?" Drew mumbles against your neck.

You nod frantically and say, "I love your finger."

He smirks and says, "I can promise ya that they love ya too."

The speed of his fingers quickens and your hips buck off the bed. You moan his name and a few profanities. A knot forms in your stomach.

You're intoxicated with how Drew is making you feel. You love the feeling of Drew's fingers inside of you. His touch makes you feel euphoric and waves of bliss overcome you with every flick of his wrist.

Your walls clench around Drew's fingers and you cry out, "Drew, I'm about to cum!"

The Scotsman's voice drops a tone and he asks, "Ya gonna cum from my fingers, princess? Do I make ya feel that good?"

Nodding, you desperately say, "I need to cum. Please."

"Go ahead, my love," he says.

Your legs begin to shake as you release all over Drew's fingers. More than you ever have for anyone before. Moans pass your lips as well as Drew's name mixed with profanities. Your breathing is labored as you come down from your high. Drew kisses you as you try to catch your breath.

Your lips move feverishly against his for a few moments before Drew gets back on his knees. You sit up with him between your legs and undo the button on his jeans. You look up at him as you push the dark blue fabric off his body. He's left in his boxer shorts as he sits back. You crawl onto his lap, straddling his huge bulge. You run your fingers down Drew's chest and he looks up at you.

"I have t'get something if we're gonna do this, princess," Drew says, pecking your lips. "Unless ya want to start producing heirs t'the throne right now."

You giggle and say, "Let's wait a year before we start doing that."

He smiles and snakes his way out from under you. You sit on the bed and watch as he grabs a little silver package out of the travel bag. He walks back over to you and you move to the edge of the bed.

You hook your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pull them down. Drew watches you as his erect member pops out of the boxers. His big, and thick. You swallow a bit and look up at Drew.

He's smirking down at you before ripping the tiny package open and sliding the contents on himself. Drew pushes a piece of hair out of your face and says, "Be a good princess. Get on yer back and spread those beautiful legs for me."

You don't say anything, you just do as your told. You scooch yourself back on the bed and lay on your back. You spread your legs a bit as Drew crawls up to you, hovering over you between your legs. The tip of his member runs through your folds and you sigh.

"I've been missing out on a lot," you admit, looking up at Drew.

Your husband lightly kisses you as he says, "I have a lot t'offer."

Smiling against his lips, you say, "I can see that."

Drew props himself up on his arms, hands on either side of your head. You stare up at him before he asks, "Are ya sure ya want this?"

You nod and say, "I've never wanted anything more."

Then he pushes inside you. You gasp at the small amount of pain you feel before it goes away, turning to pleasure. He thrusts slowly into you, moving deeper every few movements. His length starts to fill you little by little. You're a moaning mess beneath Drew, nails raking up and down his back.

When he's fully inside you and you're adjusted, his hips speed up. He starts thrusting harder into you. Grunts leave his lips as moans leave yours. You wrap your legs around his waist so he has better access.

"Oh, fuck," you cry out. "Don't stop, Drew. Oh, faster. Please."

He listens to your wishes and he moves faster. He leans down and brushes his lips against yours. You lean your head up for the kiss and he pulls back slightly. You chase his lips and they barely touch his.

The tip of Drew's member finds your g-spot and you cry out. That's when he knows he's found the target, and he moves faster. His member slams into your g-spot over and over again. You scream out his name mixed with profanities several times as he fucks you into the mattress.

The same knot from earlier forms in your stomach as Drew builds you up to a second orgasm.

Drew's finally kissing you. Your lips move against his breathlessly and your nails dig into his sides. He twitches inside of you and you mumble, "I'm about to cum, baby."

"Me too," Drew says. "Together."

You nod. He moves a few more times before you both cum at the same time. You around him and him into the condom.

Drew kisses you messily as you both ride out your highs. Your hands are on his face as you messily make out with him.

He pulls out of you and pulls back from the kiss. You whine a bit as he ties off the condom, throwing it away. Drew helps you under the comforter before joining you. Drew spoons you from behind with one of his arms draped over you. You hold his hand as you press your back to his chest.

Both your breathing and Drew's breathing have returned to normal. He leaves soft kisses on your shoulder and a smile is on you lips.

"That was amazing," you say. "I really could've had that the entire time instead of fighting with you."

Drew lets out a breathy laugh and says, "I should've just talked to ya about everything sooner. We could'a done that a long time ago."

You giggle and say, "Now that we have done that, I don't know how long I can go before we do that again."

Your husband says, "Whenever ya want, princess. Hell, if ya wanted another go then I wouldn't say no."

Looking back at Drew, you say, "Calm down. You just made me cum twice within several minutes. I need some time."

Drew smiles and says, "Of course. Were ya seriously about that waiting a year before we start trying for a baby?"

"Of course I was," you say, turning and facing Drew. "I would love to have a baby with you, but I want to make sure that it's something we both want. I'm ten year younger than you, Drew. We have some time."

Your husband smiles wide and kisses you. "I am so in love with ya, princess," Drew coos against your lips.

"I'm so in love with you too, Drew," you respond.

Months ago, you hated the thought of marrying Drew just for him to become king. You never even wore your rings behind closed doors. Now, it's changed into something more. An actual relationship where you love Drew and he loves you.

That's all you hoped for when you said 'I do' to the prince of Scotland.

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wrestlingisfake · 2 years

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Mania Weekend: Thursday March 31

I'm trying to map out all the minor-league shows that will be running in Dallas over Wrestlemania weekend. There's a lot! This post will just cover Thursday, so check back later for the rest.

Since I won't be in Dallas, I'm just focusing on the ones that I know will be streaming live. I'll call out some of the matches that catch my eye, but for the full card I recommend googling each show or checking the promotion's Twitter feed.

Glory Pro Wrestling: Cemetery Gates [The Collective]

12pm EDT (11am CDT) - $12.99 on Fite or part of The Collective bundle (12 shows for $139.99)

Glory Pro is an indy promotion that mainly runs in the St. Louis/East St. Louis area. I mainly hear about them because of Davey Richards and WARHORSE, but they're also turning out a lot of up-and-coming Black wrestlers like Tootie Lynn and Mike Outlaw. I believe this is their first Mania weekend show so I hope they do well.

Josh Alexander vs. WARHORSE

Davey Richards & Rocky Romero vs. Davey Vega & Mat Fitchett

Jake Something vs. Max the Impaler

Tootie Lynn vs. Janai Kai

Mike Outlaw vs. Bryan Keith

and more!

GCW: Josh Barnett's Bloodsport 8

4pm EDT (3pm CDT) - $19.99 on Fite or part of The Collective bundle (12 shows for $139.99)

I've never actually checked out Bloodsport before. As I understand it, it's meant to be a hybrid of MMA and pro wrestling that emphasizes grappling and strikes without all the flips and dives. If you dig Jon Moxley and Minoru Suzuki matches, you'll probably love this shit.

Jon Moxley vs. Biff Busick (Oney Lorcan)

Minoru Suzuki vs. Chris Dickinson

Josh Barnett vs. JONAH (Bronson Reed)

Marina Shafir vs. Zeda Zhang

John Hennigan (John Morrison) vs. Simon Grimm (Simon Gotch)

Masha Slamovich vs. Janai Kai

and more!

AAA Invades WrestleCon

6pm EDT (5pm CDT) - $14.99 on Fite or part of the WrestleCon bundle ($74.99 for 5 shows)

The top promotions in Mexico are CMLL, which is entrenched in traditional lucha, and AAA, which goes all out with ridiculous overbooked clusterfucks. Do you enjoy heel referees, fucky finishes, scary dives, endless run-ins, false advertising, and unprofessional conduct? Well, even if you don't, AAA has a certain car-crash appeal.

Psycho Clown vs. Black Taurus

AAA cruiserweight title: Laredo Kid vs. Flamita vs. Bandido

NWA tag title: Bestia 666 & Mecha Wolf vs. Aero Star & Drago

and more!

GCW: Joey Janela's Spring Break 6, Part 1

9pm EDT (8pm CDT) - $19.99 on Fite or part of The Collective bundle (12 shows for $139.99)

This is the centerpiece of GCW's sprawling empire of Mania weekend shows. I've never watched a JJSB but I've always spent Mania weekend hearing all about it. I expect at least one deathmatch on this show, but for the most part this looks like it'll be more about big names than blood 'n' guts.

GCW world title: Jon Moxley vs. AJ Gray

Joey Janela vs. X-Pac

Mickie James vs. Allie Katch

GCW tag title: Nick Gage & Matt Tremont vs. Mark Briscoe & Jay Briscoe vs. Mance Warner & Matthew Justice

GCW ultraviolent title: Alex Colon vs. John Wayne Murdoch

and more!

WrestleCon: Mark Hitchcock Memorial Supershow

9pm EDT (8pm EDT) - $14.99 on Fite or part of the WrestleCon bundle ($74.99 for 5 shows)

WrestleCon has been a fan convention over Mania weekend since 2013, and the Supershow since 2014. The show was renamed in 2018 to honor Mark Hitchcock, a member of the con's team. This show is running head-to-head with JJSB, which should get more buzz, but this one's arguably got the biggest star power of the night. Incredibly, the Briscoes are booked for both events, which are three miles apart, so I guess somebody's going to give them a ride.

Tomohiro Ishii vs. Timothy Thatcher

Minoru Suzuki vs. Biff Busick (Oney Lorcan)

Athena (Ember Moon) vs. Mia Yim

Johnny WrestleCon (John Morrison) vs. Taya Valkyrie (Frankie Monet)

Jay Briscoe & Mark Briscoe vs. Homicide & Low Ki

Bandido vs. Mike Bailey

and more!

Control Your Narrative: The Awakening

9pm EDT (8pm CDT) - Free (with ads) on Pro Wrestling TV

After EC3 was released from WWE he turned "Control your narrative" into a catchphrase, a mantra, and now a wrestling promotion. This isn't CYN's first show, but it's gotten a lot of negative buzz, due to its weird rules and the booking of problematic wrestlers like Austin Aries. (There was also a crazy Reddit post claiming the whole thing is a right-wing operation backed by Donald Trump, which is absurd, but the upshot is that a lot of people are rooting for EC3 to fail.)

I've read this will be exclusive to a new streaming venture called Pro Wrestling TV, which tweeted that the show will be free. But PWTV's site is very short on details, which isn't very promising. We'll see what happens.

EC3 & Adam Scherr (Braun Strowman) vs. Damo (Killian Dain) & Erick Redbeard (Erick Rowan)

Westin Blake (Wesley Blake) vs. Austin Aries

Dirty Dango (Fandango) vs. Flip Gordon

Killer Kross (Karrion Kross) vs. Vincent Marseglia

and more (maybe?)

GCW: Planet Death

12:59am EDT (11:59 CDT) - $12.99 on Fite or part of The Collective bundle (12 shows for $139.99)

GCW loves doing these midnight shows. This looks to be the real deathmatch show, for anybody who thinks there isn't enough broken glass on the rest of the lineup. I'm not familiar with anybody announced for the card, so I take that to mean they're deathmatch specialists that make Nick Gage look tame.

Hoodfoot vs. Mad Man Pondo

Slade vs. Bam Sullivan

Shane Mercer vs. Neil Diamond Cutter

Sawyer Wreck vs. Brandon Kirk

and more!

#gcw #wrestlecon #aaa #lucha libre aaa #control your narrative #glory pro wrestling #joey janela's spring break #josh barnett's bloodsport #mania weekend

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sweetdreamhellofanight · 3 years

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I Love You

Timothy Thatcher x Reader Warnings: None Word Count: 568 Summary: But that’s just how he is. It’s how he’s always been.

Tim doesn’t say I love you.

Not out loud, not in those words.

But he waits for you for meals.

He places his hand on the small of your back as you cross the street.

And he holds you close when you cry, smoothing back your hair, letting you take your time.

He chooses words carefully, waiting a moment that feels like an eternity to give you his thoughts, no matter the question.

Every word has weight, with him, and no word is spoken without purpose.

So when he does not say those words, you understand. You don’t press him. You wonder if they’ll make their way out, eventually.

But that’s just how he is. It’s how he’s always been.

It was seamless with you two, an understanding from the beginning. You two shared more than just an apartment, more than just space beside each other.

You share something special, even if you don’t know what to call it.

He tells you he’s not good at affection.

You believe him at first, but you watch as he takes the bags from your hands without asking, and holds the door open for you.

You believe him, but wake slightly to feel him wrap a blanket around you and carry you to bed when you’ve worked yourself to exhaustion. You wake long enough to feel the faintest kiss to your cheek, the covers pulled over you, before he climbs in beside you.

He apologizes, tells you that you deserve better.

But he calls, every day at the exact moment you get off work, and lets you talk to him until you’re home. He tells you to be safe, to watch your step coming up the front stairs after the rain, and makes sure you’ve locked the door behind you.

He doesn’t say I love you, but he no longer complains when you toss and turn beside him all night. He doesn’t complain when you pull the duvet off him completely in the middle of the night, anymore. And he smiles when you apologize in the morning, brushing it off as nothing.

He tells you it’s how you are, he accepts you for who you are, completely.

Some nights you wake to find his arm draped over you, his head buried beneath his pillow and his breathing steady. You wonder if it makes a difference, if it would ever make a difference. The words hang on your tongue in these moments, a whisper against his skin, a soft press of lips to his shoulder blade, careful not to wake him.

But then he says your name, deep in his sleep, lips barely moving, but the shape of your name coming off his lips is enough for you.

And you know.

You know what it means when he says it in this moment, when he is shut off from the world around him.

You know what it means when his hand flexes around yours while he sleeps.

And you know what it means when he wakes the next morning and gives you that sleepy smile and the softest “good morning” you’ve ever heard.

He’s never said the words out loud.

You don’t ask for it, and frankly you don’t care if he ever says it.

Because it doesn’t matter.

Tim doesn’t say I love you, and you don’t care if he ever will, because you feel it every second you’re with him.

#timothy thatcher #timothy thatcher x reader #my writing #coming out of hiatus briefly to post this and then it's back to my rock i go #****

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inastrangerskiss · 2 years

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sleeping in new beds

Timothy Thatcher x Reader

content warning: just thatcher talking trash about himself per usual

summary: you always found it difficult spending the night at someone else's place

This hadn’t been planned.

It started with coffee and a walk in the park and now it was late and you were standing in the middle of Tim’s bedroom. Morning felt like it had only just faded when the moon began to rise and the sky began to darken.

“I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date with me?” He had asked you over the phone, a mere few days ago,

You heard him collapse onto his couch with a sigh as he waited for your response. After three months together you had thought he might stop being so formal in the way he approached taking you out but he continued all the same.

“Hmm… where to?” You had asked.

“Wherever you want.” He responded, a smile echoing through the receiver.

“When?”

“Whenever you want.”

You laughed.

“So if I said in an hour I want to get on a flight to Tokyo you’d do that?”

Tim let out a gruff chuckle of his own. It was a sound you relished hearing because it was a sound you didn’t hear often.

“Whatever you want.” He chimed.

“God, you give me too much power.” You shook your head. “How about Saturday? We’ll go into town and see where that takes us.”

“That’s hardly Tokyo.” He had teased.

But you didn’t want Tokyo. You wanted Tim’s gloved hand wrapped around your mittens. You wanted to kiss the tip of his nose as it became red from the cold. You wanted just to be next to him. Nothing more and nothing less.

So he met you at the public parking lot and when you suggested getting coffee first he had hardly declined. You were both desperate for something to keep your bodies warm in spite of the freezing temperatures. He paid for yours with a wink and a smile. You teased him for only ever carrying cash as he stuck a couple of bills in the tip jar and he stole a sip from your paper cup.

He guided you to the park, his arm firmly wrapped around your waist.

“How were your holidays?” You had asked.

He shrugged, explaining how he had enjoyed seeing his family but had been desperate to get home. You asked him why that was.

“So I could call you and ask you on this date.” He grinned.

You rolled your eyes, pretending to gag at the sappiness of his words.

“I mean it!” He laughed, his voice growing in volume as it always did when he got excited.

“Just to see me?”

He nodded almost bashfully.

“Well I was excited to see you too.” You murmured, equally as shy as the man you were talking to.

“Nah.” He brushed your words off. “You’re just saying that.”

“I am not!” You insisted.

“No one is rushing their holidays just to see this ugly mug.”

His words were spoken with a sort of humor attached to them, as though he were accustomed to talking down to himself. They made you stop in your tracks.

“What in the world makes you think you’re ugly, Tim?”

“The nose, the teeth. You know. All of this.” He circled his finger around his face.

You stared at him for a moment before smiling. On your tip toes, you reached up, kissing his nose before trailing down to his lips.

“Well, I don’t think you’re ugly. I, for one, love your crooked nose. I love your chipped tooth.”

The sun had already begun to fall in the sky and the golden light had begun to cut through the shade of the trees, casting fractal shapes over Tim’s face. He looked away from you but you could see a tiny grin beginning to shift his cheeks. It was the prettiest smile you had seen in the longest time.

“You just say things.”

“You think I’m just here? In the freezing cold? To pay you lip service?”

He studied you for a second before curling a finger under your chin and raising your lips back to his.

“I think you’re too nice.” He whispered as he parted.

You only shook your head, taking him by the hand and marching forward. His fingers fit perfectly between yours as you pulled him along. Had you turned your head you would’ve seen the way Tim was beaming as he watched you walk ahead.

The sun dropped past the horizon and it became dark. He held you close as you sat on a park bench, keeping you warm, warding off shivers and chattering teeth.

“Want to stop by mine for a bit? It’s getting cold.”

You deliberated before nodding quickly.

“I could’ve said anything if it meant you’d be warm, huh?” Tim asked.

You nodded again.

“Want me to drive you? Or do you want to follow me?” He continued, his chin tucked against the crown of your head.

“I’ll follow you. I don’t want to leave my car here.”

He agreed and you parted ways for only a moment. Your car found his and you followed him back to his apartment. It was small enough but it was cozy. He waited for you at the front door, keys in hand. When he unlocked it you were greeted with a wave of warm air that seemed to melt the frost from your bones.

He helped you out of your jacket and your shoes. He made you tea and popped popcorn and you curled up on his couch, immediately treating yourself to a blanket that rested on one of the arms. There were two small pillows on either side of you and both looked like they had probably been pilfered from a grandmother’s house. You didn’t understand how he could possibly find anything resembling comfort while resting here.

All the same, when he came to sit beside you, he offered you the second pillow.

So you flipped through the television channels, one hand on the remote and one hand wrapped up in his. Snow began to fall as you nestled your head into the crook of his neck. You weren’t paying attention to the way it accumulated on the window sill. You weren’t paying attention to the roads freezing outside or the temperature dropping on the little digital thermometer Tim kept propped up on the television stand. Instead, you focused your attention on Tim’s knee brushing yours and the warmth radiating off of his skin. You focused on how you had only known him for a few months but somehow it felt like a few years.

“You gonna be okay to drive home?” Tim asked, nudging you as you began to drift off.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“You can stay here.”

“Shh. It’s okay. You’re only a few minutes away from my place.”

“C’mon. Let’s get you on the road before the weather gets too bad.” He murmured into your hair.

“Trying to get rid of me?”

“I enjoyed today’s date a lot. I’d like to have many more and, in order to do that, I need you to get home safe tonight.”

You spared a look up to him but you knew he was right. Time had passed quickly while you had relaxed by his side. So, you stood and stretched and he found his feet beside you. His hand met your hip and you smiled to yourself.

He helped you back into your jacket and shoes and walked you to the door.

Then you walked outside and you saw the snow.

And it certainly was beautiful. But it was beautiful in the “five inches of snow has suddenly accumulated” sort of way. A plow was running somewhere in the distance, the yellow hazard lights reflecting off the winter weather, but you and Tim pretended not to hear it.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to back my car out.” You gestured to your beat up sedan, barely capable of front wheel drive let alone all wheel drive.

“Yeah. I’d shovel you out but I’m not sure what good that’d do.”

“I guess I could just stay here for the night. I’m sure the snow will be dealt with in the morning.”

“Yeah.” Tim responded a little too quickly. “Let’s head back inside.”

You walked back to the comfort of Tim’s apartment and, once again, removed your shoes and jacket. Tim offered you a pair of his sweats and a worn out punk band’s t-shirt. When he saw the goosebumps rise on your arms he offered you a sweatshirt in addition. And he made sure to give you space to change in private while he found you a toothbrush.

You were worried about how the night would go. You were never good at sleeping in another person’s bed. You were prepared for an evening of tossing and turning and questioning every strange sound that might emanate from his fridge or his vents or the joints of the house.

But Tim brought you the pillows and the blanket from the couch, seemingly trying to mitigate the fact that he had just one pillow on the entire queen sized bed. You thanked him and he offered you a glass of water, a pair of socks, anything to ensure you were comfortable.

“I’m fine. I think I’m just going to go to sleep.” You smiled.

“I’ll get you a glass of water just in case.”

You couldn’t say no. He was halfway to filling up a glass before the words finished falling free of his mouth. You grinned as you found your way under the duvet. In your presence, he transformed from a serious, almost scary enigma to a doting caretaker and it was the sweetest thing you’d ever witnessed.

He returned with the glass and put it on the nightstand beside your head.

“Thank you.” You chirped.

He kissed your forehead in response.

Soon, he too was ready for bed, crawling under the covers beside you. You felt your heart rate increase. You felt his hand lingering near yours. You felt him laying impossibly still. You felt him roll towards you, his eyes scanning your face in the dark.

“If you need anything you can wake me up.” He yawned.

“I don’t think I want to know what you’re like at three in the morning.” You murmured.

“If it’s your face I’m waking up to, I'll be on my best behavior.”

You laughed quietly, as though you were at a sleepover and were scared to be overheard.

“Get some rest, hon.” He spoke as he leaned towards you, kissing your cheek for just a second.

You leaned into the affection. When he pulled away you pulled closer, resting your head on his chest, draping your arm over his body. He chuckled softly, wrapping a strong arm around you.

The room was dark, save for the glow of a streetlight shining through the window. A branch, laden with ice and snow occasionally brushed the glass but you weren’t scared. His fridge ran a bit loud and the vents groaned from time to time but you hardly noticed.

And then it was morning.

What you had expected to be a restless night became one of the most peaceful sleeps you had had in a very long time. You woke to the smell of breakfast being cooked and coffee being brewed and the sounds of music playing from a phone’s speaker in the kitchen.

You walked to find Tim busy over a stove, hardly paying attention to your emergence.

“Having fun?” You teased.

Startled, he turned towards you, a blush rising over his cheeks.

“Sleep well?” He asked, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck.

You smiled.

This hadn’t been planned.

Not by any means.

But the next time you went back to his place he had more pillows on the couch and bed. He had gotten more blankets and placed them in a basket for you to choose from at will. He had picked up your favorite coffee at the grocery store and a bottle of the face wash you told him you liked to use.

It was only a few days later when you ended up back in his bed, back in his arms.

It hadn’t snowed at all, this time.

But you both knew you hardly needed an excuse.

#i haven't written for this man in so long guys #i just miss him #like i used to only write for him and jay #i tell you all about a finlay fic and give you this lmfao sorry #timothy thatcher x reader #tim thatcher #timothy thatcher #tim thatcher imagine #timothy thatcher imagine #timothy thatcher fanfiction #timothy thatcher fanfic

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chicagodilfpunk · 3 years

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INTVW: Tim, I gotta say, one of the more interesting things to me personally, when it comes to professional wrestling, in this day and age, social media, I mean, social media reigns supreme. Twitter, Facebook, Instagram… you can pretty much find professional wrestlers on podcasts. You google Timothy Thatcher, you really don’t come up, you’re a bit of an enigma. Why don’t you really have a presence on social media?

THATCHER: I don’t think I’m an enigma, I’m just a private guy, in fact, like, that’s my phone. Like, I’m not even a fan of really having this, but you need something to get through this day and age. I’m not a fan of talking, I prefer doing. (x)

#timothy thatcher #evolve #nxt #wwe nxt #wwe #wrestling #tc gifs #when he takes the flip phone out 👁👃👁#also why does he has such nice hands wtfffff #yes i'm giffing this at work what about it #i should be doing stuff but can't concentrate #oh well #also i can't remember the interviewers name for the life of me #mine: tim

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robinofgothamcity · 3 years

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♡ lyric inspiration: “and I thought my heart was attached for all the sunlight of our past but she's so sweet, she's so pretty. does she mean you forgot about me?”

♡ pairing: timothy thatcher x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / also, i do take character suggestions for WWE/NXT/UK wrestlers now! remember only character suggestions! not full on reqs.

and do you tell her she's the most beautiful girl you've ever seen? an eternal love bullshit you know you'll never mean.

you looked to Marcel and sighed, putting your head on your arms and looking at the way he was with his new girlfriend. it had been months that you and him were no longer but a part of your heart still hadn’t healed itself from the break up and it wasn’t exactly news to anyone.

the cause of breakup was that Marcel wanted to be ‘free’. you had no idea what that meant and for the longest time, your relationship with the rest of Imperium had taken a strain because of it but when Marcel’s endeavors finally got back to you, thank Alex for that, you weren’t exactly surprised.

“woah,” you heard Candice whisper to herself as you finally looked up to see what she was talking about. you stared at a few people, most notably someone you hadn’t expected to see, “is that Timothy Thatcher?” you asked her, surprised at seeing him.

she nodded, “I had no idea he signed here,” you told her, as the manager of the performance center showed him around. Candice shrugged, “me either but hey, it’s nice to see him finally make his way here,” she admitted as you nodded in agreement.

you knew of Timothy because of Marcel. the two were close because of their days back in wXw and the independent scene. although you hadn’t met him personally, you knew everyone on Marcel’s faction was super close to him.

“i’m going to go buy a Red Bull, want anything?”

“a water!”

you nodded, grabbing your wallet and making your way to the vending machine not too far from where catering was at. you kicked the small scrap piece of paper that was on the floor as you overheard the conversation was having with his girlfriend.

a part of you wanted to just go over there and scream at him for breaking your heart and not giving you closure on the relationship but you knew it was no use. you would gain nothing from it and all it would do would make you look like the crazy ex girlfriend.

“hey! where ya sitting?” you heard Johnny ask you from across the hall. you pointed to catering, “with your wife! i’ll meet you there in a sec!” you screamed back as you put in your money for the energy drink.

being that your mind was still preoccupied with your previous thoughts, you hadn’t realized that you still hadn’t punched in the button for your drink until you heard someone clear their throat, “oh, i’m sorry! i didn’t realize i was keeping the line up,” you stated apologetically. you quickly put in the money for Candice’s water and snatched it from the bottom.

you finally looked up and smiled softly, “sorry again,” you whispered as you realized that it was Timothy who was waiting, “oh, you’re Timothy Thatcher, right?” you asked a bit excitedly. he nodded, “big fan! loved watching your matches in wXw,” you added on.

Tim smiled and shook your hand, “likewise, you’re a great performer,” he replied, as he saw the way your eyes lit up as you continued to talk to him and he couldn’t deny the fact that he actually noticed he was trying to keep the conversation alive, “wow, so, do you think you’ll be ready for next weeks taping?” you asked.

“possibly. a few of the trainers might keep me working out until the end of the month until they find me someone to feud with,” you nodded understandingly, “ahh, that sucks, I expected you to be on quicker than that but I have to go before the trainers kill me for being late,” you said, giving him a small wave before jogging away.

not long after, Alex, who had saw the entire interaction walked up to him, “you friends with ( your name )?” he asked, genuinely curious. Tim didn’t exactly reply and only shrugged, “well if you are, she’s super nice,” Alex murmured, “and could use someone to actually get over what Marcel said,” he said it so quietly that Tim couldn’t exactly figure out what he had said.

Alex thought of you as a sister and absolutely loathed what Marcel did to you. he thought it was super ridiculous of Marcel to not be up front about his feelings and just leave you hanging with no explanation to his actions. he could see the way the heartbreak was still affecting you till this day and wanted nothing more than to yell at him for bringing his new girlfriend around.

“wait, what?” Tim asked, trying to get Alex to repeat himself, “no, it’s nothing,” he quickly said, “I just said she’s super nice and she’s kind of like a sister to me.”

Tim didn’t bother to press the question as he heard commotion coming from the cafeteria area. the two of them peeked their heads in to see you chugging your Red Bull back as you quickly grabbed your things, “fuck, I didn’t think I was on tonight,” you screamed as Candice followed behind you.

you booked it out the door as you didn’t pay Tim or Alex any attention. they saw the panic on your face, along with Candice’s as the both of you ran into the locker room, “one day Hunter is gonna kill her for that,” Alex laughed as they heard the panic screams from the locker room.

the two of them sat inside of catering as you were quick to put on your gear and head to makeup. your match with Candince wasn’t exactly planned but Hunter had told you to get ready in case it did happen but time had slipped when you were speaking with Tim and now you had twenty minutes to get ready.

by the time you and Candice finished, you had no less than a minute before your call time. you tried to dry your face as quick as possible but time was no longer on your side as you heard ‘Requiem in D Minor′ play through the speakers. your theme was one that followed you through the indies as you thought it always made a statement when it played.

“interesting theme,” Tim told Alex as he nodded. your gear consisted of all black attire along with darkened makeup to match it. your personality however didn’t match your aesthetic at all. your personality was a lot more happy-go-lucky outside the ring.

“yeah she picked it years ago and I guess it kind of stuck,” he explained as they watched you walk on the ramp, staring at the fans with a mocking smug look on your face, “ask Indi on her last with her and she’ll explain why the theme gives her nightmares till this day,” he joked.

the two of them watched you slide into the ring with ease before Candice’s theme went off on the speakers next. you were leaning against the ropes, not bothered by the insults Candice was throwing at you as the ring announcer called the match to start.

you quickly grabbed Candice by her shoulders and threw her over yours as she slammed onto the ring with a loud thud. Tim was shocked to see the way you picked her up without hesitation. it looked like it was no sweat off your back as you followed up your move with a flip off the top rope.

Tim could see the way you were clearly getting the upper hand in the match. it was another twenty minutes of back and fourth until you climbed up on the top rope again and did a double flip in the air before grabbing Candice’s leg and tapping her out.

your theme blared through the speakers as you swiftly moved out of the ring and walked back slowly to the back. you blew the crowed a menacing kiss before you were fully out of view and collapsed onto a chair to catch your breath.

“can you please go easy next time,” Candice groaned as she sat next to you. you laughed, smacking her shoulder lightly, “relax, this is just payback for what you did last week to me,” you retorted as you saw Alex walk towards you, “what do you want, Wolfe?” you said with a shaky breath.

he laughed, sitting next to you, “have you met Tim?” he asked, knowing the obvious answer. “met him earlier at the vending machine,” you replied, waving at him again. Tim did the same as Alex smirked to himself, a bright idea popping into his head.

“we should all catch dinner tonight,” you stared at Alex in question, “who is all?” you asked, making sure ‘all’ didn’t include Marcel, “you, me, Tim, Candice, and if Johnny wants to come along,” he replied. you sighed in relief, “i’m down if everyone else is,” you said.

Tim and Candice agreed as you and Candice left it to Alex to figure out where to catch dinner. you showered as quickly as possible as Alex had sent you twenty different messages to hurry up before everything got booked up for the late night reservations.

all you put on was leggings and a random wrestling t-shirt they had lying around for all of you to wear. although you hadn’t noticed what the shirt was, Alex couldn’t help but laugh seeing that it was one of Walter’s t-shirts.

you met up with Alex, Candice, Johnny, and Tim at the front entrance of Full Sail. a few steps away was Marcel and his girlfriend talking to Fabian. you had no idea if Alex had even spoken to them but as soon as you arrived, all of you jumped into Alex’s car.

“so, what made you want to come over here and wrestle?” Candice asked Tim as the three of you were squished in the back, “figured it was time to head back home,” he said. you weren’t exactly paying attention to the conversation but Tim for whatever reason couldn’t help but look at you every once in a while.

Alex noticed it immediately and mentally high-fived himself. he knew Tim long enough to know when he was interested in someone and he was able to tell that he was slightly taking an interest with you. he saw the subtle looks he was giving you and knew that if he played his cards right, the two of you could end up dating.

the restaurant Alex picked wasn’t far from Full Sail. it was in walking distance of the arena which you found odd that all of you had to pack into the car when you could’ve easily walked it there.

the hostess quickly sat all of you when you arrived and Alex made sure to sit you on the edge of the table with Tim. he felt a bit bad knowing he was plotting you to get with his friend but he knew it would help you with getting over Marcel for once and knew that Tim would not do what Marcel did if you two ended up dating.

throughout the dinner, all of you stuffed your faces with Greek food and talked for what felt like hours when in reality it was just an hour and a half. the conversation never died out, especially when it was just you and Tim talking. you found it a bit funny that the two of you hit it off so easily that it felt like you had known him for years.

a few weeks passed as you remained by Tim and Alex’s side. within that time, you hadn’t realized that you were hardly thinking about Marcel and his girlfriend. your time was spent either training, going out with the small group all of you formed, or just texting Tim when you were able.

you had given Tim your number the night all of you went out. Alex had told you that it was odd to see Tim actually engage in a conversation with someone. he wasn’t exactly the most extroverted person in the world and tried to keep his friend group tight but with you, it was just a different story as he put it.

Tim had finally made his appearance on TV and considering his appearance caused everyone in the crowd to go crazy when he finally stepped onto the ring, all of you wanted to go and celebrate it.

you also had a match previous to Tim’s segment and you had once again hadn’t realized what shirt you grabbed from the rack when you picked it. however, Alex did recognize it. it happened to be Tim’s. they were shirts that they had just put on the shops website.

“nice shirt,” Tim joked as he pointed it out. you looked down and laughed as you read the grey colored t-shirt, “shut up, I didn’t even realize it,” you retorted as you sensed your phone going off. you saw that it was Alex texting you.

you quickly read the message and immediately rolled your eyes, “he dropped out of dinner. I guess Imperium had segments to do after the taping,” you informed him, “Johnny and Candice couldn’t make it because Johnny injured himself tonight and she wanted to make sure he was okay.”

“so I guess it’s just the two of us,” Tim replied. you nodded as the two of you had just decided it was best to catch dinner at your place instead of making the drive into downtown Orlando, “what are you making me?” he asked as the two of you walked inside.

you thought for a moment, “ever try peanut butter stir fry? it sounds gross in theory but i’m telling you, it’s amazing when you actually try it,” you explained, putting all the ingredients on the counter, “count me in, I’ll help you with it,” Tim said.

you had put on music in the background as you and Tim got to cooking. the meal took no more than fifteen minutes to cook before you piled up your plates together and sat down on your couch and dug into it.

“so, have you met anyone?” you asked Tim, wiggling your eyebrows. he thought for a moment before laughing, “are you talking as in a girlfriend?” he asked. you nodded, “no, I don’t really date, plus, I sort of like someone already,” you were surprised at his confession while also a little saddened.

a part of you had started to like Tim as he was the one who mended that piece of your heart that Marcel broke. Tim could see that you were taken back by the answer and chuckled.

“it’s adorable that you haven’t figured it out yet,” he said, making you now confused, “do I know them?” you asked innocently. he rolled his eyes and got closer to your face, “you’re adorable, you know that?” he whispered before placing a quick kiss on your lips.

all you tasted was the peanut butter on his lips when you immediately kissed back. the plates were set on the small coffee as he brought you in closer as you laid on top of him and situated yourself on his stomach, “i’m guessing it’s me?” you asked playfully, “no kidding,” he murmured before kissing you once again.

Alex, who had felt his phone vibrate earlier in the night, finally looked to see who it was and excitedly opened it when he realized it was you. you had Snapped him a photo of you and Tim cooking dinner as Tim was slightly holding your waist.

“oh wow,” Alex said loud enough to catch everyones attention, “what?” Fabian asked curiously. Alex showed the table the photo of the two of you, “guess ( your name ) and Tim are finally together,” Alex mentioned, a small smirk playing on his face.

“what do you mean finally?” Marcel asked, “the two of them had been seeing each other for a while now and I guess he finally had the nerve to ask her out,” Alex was purposely laying it on thick as he saw the slight jealousy flair up in Marcel’s eyes.

“good for them,” Walter murmured as Fabian agreed, “right? I can see them ending up married if I’m being honest.”

Marcel, who now was no longer interested in the conversation, checked your socials to see that Alex was right. you had a few photos up of you and Tim together on you Insta as he played your Insta story next. he saw a few photos of you before landing on the photos of tonight.

you had taken a photo of you and Tim eating dinner. a part of him hated that it was Tim that you landed on to date but Marcel knew that he was the last person you could say anything. he knew you absolutely hated his guts because of how he broke up with you but he felt an annoying feeling plaguing his stomach at the thought of you dating Tim.

#wwe imagine #wwe x reader #WWE #nxt #nxt imagine #nxt uk #nxt uk imagine #timothy thatcher #timothy thatcher imagine #timothy thatcher x reader #Wrestling #wrestling imagine

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kindness-bliss · 3 years

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New Beginnings Ch. 10

Timothy Thatcher x OC

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: none

Maya sighed as she sat in the and leaned her head back against the headrest “Why did you lean in to kiss me ?” she finally asked

“I just felt the moment was right, you held my hand on your own and I thought maybe it was a good idea. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, I just did what I felt was right in the moment” he explained “I apologize, I really do. I would never wanna make you feel like it was forced”

“Don’t do it again” she said softly “Now hurry up so you can drive me home and we can both change, you got your outfit ?”

“Yeah, just um a black long sleeve button up and black pants, that okay ?” Marcel asked

“Perfect” she grins as they got out “Also feel free to loosen up tonight, I can handle my drinking”

He raised a brow as he pulled in and followed “Do I need to remind you about what happened in Berlin ?”

Maya widened her eyes as she blushed and shot him a look “You said you’d never bring it up, so don’t start now”

“Sorry but you causing world war 3 at a club at 2 in the morning that led to us running through the back door isn’t exactly a small thing” he laughed as he brought his bag in “I’m not even drunk ! I’m fine, let’s go dance !” he mocked in her voice “and then suddenly a fight about who knows what and bam we’re in a taxi. How you weren’t some kind of fighter in your life still shocks me”

“I felt like it” she shrugged “she insinuated my Cartier bracelets were fake so I let her have it, period. Oh yeah and she hit on you right in front of me, she deserved it”

He laughed, shaking his head “how about none of that tonight ? Just fun, enjoy yourself with your friends and celebrate your cover”

“I invited Fabian” she blurted out, taking out her curling iron to touch up her hair “he said he’s coming, I gave security his name”

Marcel nodded as she took off his t shirt and ironed his shirt “That’s cool, glad he can make it”

“If you two don’t say sorry and make up tonight I swear” she groaned. Yeah they had been friends for a little over half a year but that didn’t mean him and Fabian were back together. Those two were like a married couple and seeing him without Fabian made her sad, he wasn’t the same without him and it killed her inside

“I can’t promise anything but if he’s there obviously he knows I’m going to be as well so who knows” Marcel admitted as he fixed his hair

“Lay off the gel, you look you belong back in Germany in some grade school with this haircut” she laughed fixing her eye shadow “Plus it’s gonna be hot in there”

“Then I’ll take my shirt off,” he smirked. “I think some girls there would really like to see that, don't you think ?”

Maya rolled her eyes, going into her closet and picking out a body con sequin dress, something to make her stand out from the others. She wanted to be absolutely sure she looked better than anyone else there, especially after what Tim had told her. Tim. As if that Dickies wearing, missing tooth asshole knew anything about fashion she shook her head. “No one cares Maya, he doesn’t matter at all” she repeated in her head turning and widening her eyes as she saw Marcel changing

“Wow...wow” she muttered quietly as she hid behind her closet door and peaked, taking a look at his perfectly tan body and abs, watching him check himself out in the mirror while buttoning up his shirt. He had to me the most vain individual she had ever met yet there she was hiding so she could admire him from afar. Her, the actual model, hiding in a damn closet to stare at him of all people. She quickly snapped out of her own thoughts and changed, putting on her heels as she walked out

“Alright all-” Marcel stopped speaking, practically stopping his breathing when he saw her

“Hey” Maya grinned softly as she saw his face

“Maya….I….” he took a moment to think clearly about what he wished to say, not wanting to make himself seem even dumber than he already did

“I-wow” he chuckled out finally as he put his hands in his pockets

“You...you look beautiful, stunning”

“Marcel, you’ve seen me in dresses but thank you” she giggled

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve seen, ever” he said sincerely “you look beautiful every single day but tonight is just wow”

She looked at him, trying her best to keep her look calm and friendly but part of her wanted to jump him right then and there. “Come on, let’s get going it’s late” she grinned as she went back out with him to the car and allowed him to take a picture of them to post ******

“So now explain” Johnny said as he sat with Tim in the living room of his home “why exactly did you um...snap ?”

“I did not snap” Tim responded calmly as he pet their dog Pawdme

“I...words didn’t come out as well as I hoped okay, that’s all”

“Um...you went to college right ? like graduated, correct ?” he asked

Tim nodded as he gave a confused look “uh yeah, I uh have a degree in Journalism, worked at a newspaper company for years. Actually” he chuckled “when we met in evolve I was stil- wait what does this have to do with anything ?”

“So you’re telling me you’re college educated with a degree in JOURNALISM of all things, like as in good with words and writing yet you don't know how to speak to a woman !” Johnny exclaimed “You legit use big ass words and write pages yet when a girl clearly is giving the whole “take me in the back seat of your car now” eyes you insult and demean ?” “Johnny, enough” Candice spoke up “He gets the point, clearly he’s upset and mad”

“Thanks” Tim nodded, “and to answer all your questions, yes, I get it. I acted like a moron and well here I am trying to think of ways to apologize once again and convince her I want her with me”

“Well we can all talk about this tomorrow, we got somewhere to go” Johnny stood up dressed in a button up and black jeans along with Candice in a black dress

“A funeral ?” Tim asked confused as he looked at both of them “sorry for your loss, whomever it may be”

Candice let out a soft sigh as he looked at Johnny and nodded towards Tim with her head “tell him…”

“Okay, first it’s “Johnny, shut up!” and now it’s “tell him” he mocked in her voice as he put his hands on his hips and looked up at Tim

“We’re…..we’re going to Maya’s cover launch party, she invited us a month ago and well we RSVP’d and honestly I won’t lie, it looks like a lot of fun, man. She rented out the entire club. It's at EVE and I mean we don’t get to do shit like this, it’s the best club in the city and we’re on the list and I feel special alright ?”

“Wait wait, what ?” Tim asked bewildered “You two are going ? Like actually going ? This isn’t some sick joke right because if it is I got pranked” he put his hands up “the act can stop now, I get it”

Johnny and Candice looked at each other as they both turned and gave him a sorry look as Candice’s phone buzzed “sorry Tim...we gotta go now, Oney’s waiting with Joanne”

Tim scoffed as he nodded and opened the door, catching Oney about to knock “I know, don’t even try to explain” he said as he shut him up before he could even speak

“Well damn” Oney shot him a look “Guess that means, you don’t wanna be my plus one….”

“What ?” the other 3 asked in unison as they looked at him

“Joanne can’t make it, she has work so that leaves me with a plus one” he showed the message “Maya never said I couldn’t bring Tim” he gave a shrug

“Wait…. He can’t go like that” Candice emphasized “babe quick, go look for a bigger shirt and Oney, switch pants with Tim and Johnny will give you another pair…..NOW !” she raised her voice at the 3 of them as she watched them scurry and go to her bedroom

“Wow, who knew you could clean up so nicely” Johnny smirked “let me do your hair now, you can’t go out looking nicely dressed with messy hair, oh and cologne, you gotta smell good in case ”

“You’re not serious ?” Tim asked

“You want her to see you looking good right ? So listen to me, if you look good and smell good she’ll like fall in love with you, she won’t even remember you insinuated her work was cheap, or that bikini models are whores or that-” Johnny gulped when he saw him glare at him “here just..just add a little gel and um see you downstairs, hurry up”

Oney chuckled as he watched him get ready “If this doesn’t work, then I don’t know. Not gonna lie you look….nice. You really do, this is probably what she wanted to see”

“Whatever” Tim shrugged as he finished buttoning up the shirt “I just wanna talk to her that’s all, talk to her and get this settled and we’ll go from there” he nodded as he followed him back to Candice and Johnny’s Uber and sat down

“Wow” Candice grinned “look at you, I mean it. You clean up so nicely Tim, you really do”

“Thank you” Tim said softly as he gave her a small grin. “How the hell did I get myself into this ?” he thought to himself. None of this was him, he could feel the sweat start to build up in his arm pits as he moved around in his seat lifting his head up when Oney offered him a mini bottle of Patron

“A roadie, to loosen up before we get there. You could use it, need a chaser ?” he offered some seltzer water widening his eyes as he watched him chug it down in one gulp

“Give me another, now” Tim nodded as he reached out his hand, taking the second bottle and downing it “there, much much better”. No not really all that better but at least it calmed his nerves slightly as he watched them pull up to the club. He looked through the crowd to see who he recognized, some were definitely other models but lots were from work. She really had invited everyone but him, not like he expected it anyways.

“Remember, leave no later than 3” Candice said as they got out and reapplied her lipgloss “Jesus, she’s popular look at all these people”

“You don’t say” Johnny looked around “And she invited US, that means she really does like us and thinks of us as friends. She’s SO nice”

“She is. She really is something” Tim whispered to himself as he stood with them ************

“I love seeing you two so happy and together !” Maya smiled a little tipsy already as she put her arms around Fabian and Marcel’s shoulders

“The two besties are back together ! You can go back to taking your little sexy shirtless gym pictures now !”

Fabian chuckled “well thank you I think ? Thanks for inviting me again”

“Yeah yeah of course, anything to get you two back together” she sipped her martini, feeling slightly buzzed as she sat next to Marcel and put her hand on his thigh “oh my god, you look so cute tonight I can’t believe I didn’t tell you already” she pouted

Marcel chuckled as he placed her hand back on her lap gently “Thank you, you’re telling me now and to me that’s all that matters”

“Maya maybe, maybe we can stop the martini’s for a bit” Fabian suggested as he motioned for the waitress to come over and order them waters with lemon

“What a complete party pooper, I thought Italians were supposed to be fun. This is NOT how Jersey Shore made it seem” she rolled her eyes, pulling out her compact to look herself over as she watched Fabian just laugh at her

“Hey... still very very pretty,” Marcel grinned as he closed it for her. “There’s no need to keep looking at yourself when you look perfect, now have some water so you can sober up a bit and enjoy your night. Everyone’s here for you”

Maya stood up and fixed her dress when she saw Candice walk towards her “hey, oh my gosh you look beautiful !” She gave her a hug and smiled, tilting her head when she saw Johnny take a selfie with her custom cake “why...why is he ?”

“Listen he’s telling everyone we know he’s at a celebrity party and how you’re his friend, he’s truly living it up” she admits with a chuckle

“I just...I like how you guys came, you two are so kind and nice and to be honest I kinda like you guys here more than the others my agent made me invite” she smiled softly “Can I offer you a drink ?”

“Oh yeah sure, I’d love one of those fruity ones you’re having” Candice grinned as she walked over to the bar with her “Listen before we enjoy the night, I have to tell you that Oney’s girlfriend couldn’t make it so...so he brought Tim”

“What ?” she spat out her water “He’s here ? As in right now ? Candice what the hell ? After what happened earlier ?”

Candice sighed as she took her drink in one sitting and got up “Long story short he feels horrible and wants to talk to you, really talk to you. 100% serious this time, no insults nothing so when you’re ready you let me know and I”m getting you two together to talk even if it’s the last fucking thing I do” she nods

“I just wanna enjoy my night and maybe when I’m a little more drunk so I can let his ass know everything I’ve been feeling” Maya nodded as she cheered her and took what she believed was her 15th shot of the night

“So are those real ?” Candice asked as she pointed to her revealing dress “because they look real but they also look way too perfect to be real”

Maya laughed as she touched her shoulder with her arm “They are, but did you drink before getting here ?”

“May have had a couple roadies” she admits as they continued to drink together, getting rowdier once everyone else came to join

“Let’s give it up for Maya !” Johnny yelled as he raised his champagne glass “MY friend is a model and she’s on an ACTUAL magazine and on a billboard !”

“To me ! For being really fucking pretty and having an amazing body !” Maya exclaimed drunkenly as she leaned on Marcel

“And with REAL boobs !” Candice added as they all cheered together and moved to the dance floor as the DJ played a playlist of mid 2000’s songs

Everything was great, perfect actually until Oney spotted Tim talking to a girl, a little too close for comfort in his eyes as he left and sat down keeping a close eye on him

“So what brings you here, do you know Maya ?” the girl asked Tim as she grinned and sat too close to him at the bar

“In a way yeah, you ?” he nodded trying his best to keep up straight as the alcohol from the car ride and the beers he had consumed were beginning to hit him

“well she won this cover over me. Some thing about brunettes over blondes, Kara by the way” she reached her hand out “and you are ?”

“Tim” he responded as he turned around and faced her, looking her up and down as he raised a brow at the less than favorable red number she had on “drink ?”

“Vodka soda” she smirked as she ordered “oh is this your friend ?”

“What ?” Tim asked confused as he turned and saw Oney with crossed arms standing behind him

“You’re drunk, come with me”

“He’s fine with me” Kara smiled sweetly “Don’t worry, your friend is perfect with me here”

“Tim….”

“I’m fine” Tim shrugged “You go and continue being stupid, I’m fine here with her”

Oney shook his head and sighed as he left him alone and went back as he sat down on a couch and watched

Maya pulled Marcel close to her as she turned around against him, moving to the beat of the music as she felt him move with her, putting his hands on her hips both swaying to the old Ice Cube song that played loudly in the club. They had gone to multiple clubs in the past and danced to way too many songs but this time something was different and they both felt it

Marcel felt the jolts in his body as he touched her hips and felt her backside press right against his groin area. Gulping to get rid of what felt like a ball stuck in his throat he made sure to keep his hands there as they moved

“You good ?” she asked not realizing what was even going on with him as she looked up

“All good, we can keep going” he nodded

He was positive his once black shirt was now soaking and see through with sweat as he tried his best to make sure he didn’t get hard as he squeezed her sides every so slightly. As he heard the song end and change to what he recalled was an old Lil Jon song, he groaned feeling her move quicker. Part of him felt like it was best to just leave to the car and handle what he needed to do but the other part said he needed to be composed for her. All that went out the window the second he looked down and saw her dress slowly ride up as she moved lower and lower

“I...I gotta go to the bathroom” he blurted out as he turned her around and saw her eyes, he knew better than anyone what that look meant

“We….we should go to the bathroom” she whispered as she laced his fingers with hers and leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth gently

Marcel shuddered as he looked around and noticed everyone too busy to even notice them gone, he quickly took her hand and rushed to the nearest bathroom with her as he pushed her against the wall and crashed his lips onto hers, moving his hands up and down her hips as he moved down to kiss her neck feeling one of her hands on the back of his neck and the other immediately trying to undo his belt

“Not...not here” he whispered as he stopped her hands and held them in his as he kissed each of them “This...this is cheap, I don’t want it like this with you. You deserve more”

“My place” she kissed his lips again not wanting them away from hers any longer “You and me, my place. I want you, I need you Marcel” Marcel looked in her eyes trying to see any doubt , going with his gut as he nodded and walked with her, hitting a stall with his shoulder

“Busy” a female voice groaned “um really busy”

“Sorry” Marcel apologized quickly, cursing as Maya tripped against him causing him to fall against the unlocked door, widening his eyes at the view in front of him

“What’s going-” Maya stopped speaking immediately as she felt her heart drop to her stomach as she saw Tim entangled with a girl doing way more than kissing. She felt her legs turn into jelly as she watched him kiss and move her against him, at her party of all places.

Tim heard her voice and immediately opened his eyes as he pushed Kara off and fixed his pants and shirt “Maya ! No…..No listen I-I” he stuttered struggling to form a cohesive thought as he reached his hand towards her earning a hard punch across the nose and kick in the groin “Fuck that hurt !” he grimaced in pain not sure if he needed to grab his balls or nose

“Marcel, why is she crying ? what’s going on ?” Johnny asked concerned he watched Candice going after her “Did someone hurt her ? Tell me and I’ll knock them out !”

“That, that’s what’s going on” Marcel said coldly as they both looked at Tim and Kara exit the bathroom both disheveled with Tim’s more than obvious broken bleeding nose

“I told him to stop” Oney spoke up “He didn’t listen, brushed me off. The second he saw me talk to Johnny is when he left”

“It wasn’t your job to babysit” Johnny answered disappointed as he stared “Grown men can take care of themselves, or so we thought”

“You’re not getting a foot near her !” Oney exclaimed, fed up “How fucking dare you do this to her ? At her own fucking party ? Was this what you wanted all along ? To just come here and ruin her night ?”

Tim shook his head as he held his nose with his hand “I….I can’t….I can’t even talk, where is she ? I need to talk to her now” “You’re getting you and your little prost-.....friend the hell out of here NOW” Oney ordered

Tim snarled as he felt her touch his hand “get the fuck away from me”, scaring her enough as he watched her walk away quickly and hurried out the door. He looked at the guys and pleaded with his eyes as he watched them walk away from him

Marcel clenched his fists in anger as he calmed himself down for a second before walking quickly to the parking lot of the club searching around space by space as he found Candice consoling Maya on the pavement and rushed over

“Maya, Maya come on let’s get you home” he said softly as he kneeled in front of her and dabbed her face full of mascara tears with his sleeve. His own heart breaking as he saw how devastated she looked. Nothing mattered more to him than making sure he got her home and safe

“Listen to Marcel, he’s gonna take you home sweetie” Candice whispered as she helped her stand up as Johnny, Fabian and Oney joined them with sorry looks on their faces “It’s brisk” Fabian said softly as he took off his suit jacket and put it over Maya’s shoulders to cover her up “I’m gonna, I’m gonna take her home now, is that okay Maya ?” Marcel asked as he pet her head gently

Maya simply gave a small nod as her eyes stayed glued to the floor, her whole night and heart done for.

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Silence

Timothy Thatcher x Female Reader Rating: Mature (Minors DNI) Word Count: 1493 Warnings: Fluff, smut, one bed. Summary: Tim finally tells reader why he acts like he does. A/N: This is a continuation to this drabble. You should read it before reading Silence.

We didn’t talk that morning. When I woke up, Tim was already out of bed and nowhere to be found, so I followed through with my routine.

The cheery, blonde receptionist still sat on the front desk, happily greeting everyone that stopped by.

“Good morning, Miss. Did you sleep well?” She asked when I approached her.

“Like a baby. Do you have any news on the snowstorm?”

“It picked up during the night, the roads are still closed and they have no idea when they are opening again. The news this morning said it might get worse, actually.”

“Damn, guess I will be staying more than one night here.” I laughed. “Do you think you could do me a favour? If it’s possible, could I get an extra bed in my bedroom?”

“We are packed, but I will see what we can do, Miss.” Anna, I could finally see the name on her ID plate, said with her sickly sweet voice. God, I wanna hug her.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

Breakfast was uneventful, except for the fact that I met Marcel and Fabian at the buffett.

“Where’s Tim?” Marcel asked after we sat down to eat.

“No clue, he was already gone when I woke up.”

“He didn’t text you or anything?”

“Are we talking about the same person?” I asked as I shoved a piece of hash browns inside my mouth, “you guys know Tim hates me, he only works and travels with me because the company makes him.”

“He doesn’t hate you.” Fabian opened his mouth for the first time. The ironic look I had on made him continue. “He just… he has a hard time opening up.”

Yeah, right.

All of our phones beeped at the same time.

Text message from: Emily H. (NXT Prod)

The show is cancelled. Please stay safe in your hotels and send us the invoice so the company can reimburse you. I’ll hit back with new info as soon as they come out.

“Time to figure out how to have fun in a snowstorm, boys.”

Turns out, the hotel is way bigger than we thought and has a lot to do during a snowstorm. We hit the gym after breakfast and after training, we ended up finding out that the hotel has a huge gaming room, a cinema, a sauna, a big library, and they were even offering cooking classes. Marcel wearing an apron was such a sight.

It was past 7p.m. when I arrived, and Tim was already back in the room. He sat on the bed, a book in his hands and his headphones on. He didn’t acknowledge me.

It was when I left the bathroom after my shower that he finally talked to me for the first time that day.

“Didn’t see you come in.” he said, his voice a little louder as usual.

“Yeah, got back like, forty minutes ago.”

“Did you have a good day?”

I actually stopped putting my clothes back onto my suitcase to look at him before answering. He never asked how my day was.

“Yeah. Marcel and Fabian are here too, we spent the day together. The hotel offers a lot of stuff. Did you have a nice day?”

“Yeah.”

And silence fell upon us again. I had just finished getting my things in order and gotten my skincare done when I started feeling hungry. Deciding against leaving the room, it was so, so warm inside, I decided to order in.

“Hey,” I called Tim, “I’m getting room service. Do you want anything?”

“Sure, a cheeseburger is fine.”

“With fries?”

“Sure.”

We ate in silence, we watched whatever movie was on in silence, we fell asleep in silence.

The following days we were stuck in the hotel followed the same routine. I would wake up and Tim would be gone, I would chat with Anna, and save her from getting her heart broken by Marcel, him, Fabian and I would have breakfast, hit the gym and explore whatever the hotel had to offer. When I had gotten back to the room, Tim would already be there reading or watching something, we would exchange three words, eat and sleep.

Today, for some reason, I wasn’t blessed by the gods of sleep. As much as I tried not to, I kept tossing and turning, just waiting for the moment Tim would wake up and complain.

“Can’t sleep?” his hoarse voice came from behind me.

“No, sorry for waking you up.”

“You didn’t, can’t sleep either.” he got up as I turned around to look at him. “Do you want some tea?”

“It’s…” I looked at my phone to check the time “2 a.m., room service is not working anymore.”

“I’m making it. Peppermint tea helps you sleep, want it or not?”

“Sure…”

He comes back from the tiny kitchen five minutes later, with two mugs in hand, and hands me one.

We drink the tea in silence, and I take it as my cue to ask him the same question I did on our first night here.

“Why do you hate me, Tim?”

He sighs and takes his left hand to his head, disheveling his already messy hair. “I don’t hate you.”

“Okay… then why do you strongly dislike me?”

“I don’t have negative feelings towards you, I think you are a nice person. Why do you keep asking me this?”

I sat my mug on the side table and turned to face him, laughing. “Tim, are you serious? You barely look at me, you don’t say more than two words to me, and when you do, you get annoyed with me and shuts me off mid-sentence. I know I’m annoying but c’mon. Have I ever done anything to you?”

“No, you have not.”

“Then why do you treat me like this? I know you are a quiet dude, but I’ve known you since your Ringkampf days, I’ve seen you around your friends.”

Tim sighed again and laughed a defeated laugh. And nothing. Five minutes passed and, like usual, he didn’t dignify me with an answer.

“See, this is what I’m talking about. You alwa-”

“I strongly like you.” he cut me off, raising his eyebrows as if he wanted to cue me in on a secret.

“Huh?”

“Since that day we met backstage at PROGRESS.”

“Then why didn’t you do anything?”

“You were dating Brookes at the time and he was my friend, why would I act on it?”

“If it serves as consolation, Chris used to cheat on me all the time.”

Silence fell upon us once again, but this time it is different. Tim’s face is stony as he stares at me, his eyes are softer than usual, and I can see that he is processing what I had just revealed. Chris and Tim were good friends, but Tim is also known for his thoughts on how women should be treated.

Once again, I took it in my hands to break the silence.

“Then why don’t you do something about it now?” I raise my eyebrows like he had done previously.

Tim’s lips were on mine in no time. They are hungry, but soft at the same time, I can feel the need coming from them. His touch feels like how I had always imagined, it is strong and rough, and he cradles my face like he never wanted me to go away.

Eventually, we separate to catch some air and I see the need in his eyes. Tim grabs me by my arms and positions me on his lap. He attacks my neck, kissing and biting it, and he moves his ministrations to the skin of my chest that is exposed on the camisole I’m wearing.

I can feel his hard on poking my core, and I roll my hips around to tease him. I can feel how affected he is by it, as he curses after every shift of my hips.

It gets unbearable after he starts meeting me halfway.

“Tim, this is great and all,” I moan as he bites the sweet spot behind my ear, “but I need you inside me, now.”

We waste no time taking our clothes off, as Tim lowers his shorts down enough to take his cock out and I just shove my panties to the side.

He is thicker than I had anticipated, and it takes me some time to get used to it. We fall into a steady rhythm, his thrusts always meeting me halfway.

I could sense he was near his end, just like me, when he picked up speed. I lost it after one particularly strong stroke on my g-spot, having to bite his shoulder so I wouldn’t wake up the whole hotel. He kept going, taking a second, earth shattering orgasm from me, his own coming right after.

Tim held me closer, tighter. We laughed and kissed, and our night went on like we knew best: in silence, enjoying each other.

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