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This is brought to you by my still on-going obsession with Blind Channel. So I tried myself on #4 of this list.

You had been standing to the side of the small stage for a few minutes now, watching what was going on on stage. Tommi was warming up for their gig later. Or doing sound checks. You weren’t entirely sure anymore. He had told you earlier but there was something about seeing Tommi just having a go at his drums that lit a fire in you.

You were so caught up watching him and trying to ban all unholy thoughts from your mind for now, that you hadn’t realised the drums had gone quiet.

Tommi was watching you. Mischief and thirst twinkling in his eyes. He silently beckoned you to come closer. You hesitated. You knew how dangerous it could be to give into him. Especially now.

You took a deep breath and took a careful step forward.

“Like what you see?”, he called out, a smug smirk adorned his lips. The way he watched you with hungry eyes made you falter. Eventually you stopped in your tracks.”You know, I can tell when you want to fuck me”, he soothed and wiggled his fingers at you. “You have that exact same look on your face”

Your face grew hot. “No, I don’t”, you quickly said, trying to cover up your obvious thirst for him.

“Yeah, you do” He licked his lips and let his hands fall down to his black shorts. “Come here”

As if bound to him by some magic trick, you were pulled towards him. When you were close enough he reached out for you, pulling you closer by your shirt until you were standing in front of him. You looked down at his cheeky expression.

“So, you like me behind the drums?”, he asked with that smug expression you wanted to wish off his face. But for now you decided to play along with his little game.

“Almost more than I like you below me”, you winked at him and watched as his jaw dropped slightly.

He let go of your shirt and instead moved his hands to your ass, pulling you even closer to him. Your body was basically pressed against his now, with his head settling below your chest.

“More than this?” He pulled up your shirt slightly with one hand, the other still holding you in place. He started to pepper your skin with gentle kisses, before he would occasionally nip at your soft skin. He slowly moved down to the band of your shorts. You wanted more of him. Needed more of him.

“Are you serious?” someone yelled from the back. “No sex on stage, you freaks!”

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This was inspired by a prompt I found on Pinterest and my current obsession with Blind Channel

“You okay in there, big guy?”, you said. A grin stole itself onto your face at the view in front of you.

The curtains had been drawn haphazardly,leaving a gap down the middle of them. As the noon sun hit the window, a bright beam of light hit the bed. Bags and clothes had been strewn everywhere, creating a maze of tripping hazards all over the floor.

If you hadn’t known better you might have thought there was nothing but a massive mess of pillows and blankets on the bed. But you knew somewhere under all of this mess there was a human being. Tommi.

All you got in response was a muffled groan.

“Someone really enjoyed the end of tour celebrations, I see”, you chuckled.

You debated on whether to turn the light on or not. You loved teasing your boyfriend whenever you could. But did you really want to risk getting a pillow thrown at you? Not right now.

Instead you stepped further into the room. Kicking a shoe and some shirts out of your way here and there.

This time there was no response.

You made some space for yourself on the edge of the bed and sat down.

“I heard it was great fun”, you said and started to gently pull at the blanket. “I got so many voice messages saying I was missing out. And not to forget the videos Joel posted. You look adorable in those tiny glasses”

“Babe..” he said, his voice slow and sluggish. 

For a moment you stopped pulling at the blanket, waiting for him to say more. “Babe, what?”, you asked.

When you didn’t get a reply, you pulled the blanket away from where you suspected his head to be. As soon as the bright sunlight hit his face, he scrunched his eyes shut.

“Fuck me”, he groaned and aggressively pulled thie blanket back over his face.

His reaction had you laugh out loud.

“Maybe later, pretty boy”, you said, a wicked grin still on your lips.

You let your hand wander over the blanket, slowly making your way up to the top again. Almost teasingly slow. You gently brushed his cheek before letting your fingers dance along the edge of the blanket.

“Is this a joke to you?”, he groaned, swatting your hand away before you could wrap your fingers around the edge. .

You grinned at his covered form. “I can’t help it, you’re fun to mess with.”

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Everything written so far // Masterlist

The 100 (all) // TV & Books

John Murphy

Bellamy Blake

Divergent (all) // Movie & Books

Eric

Doctor Who (all) // TV

F1 (all) // TV

Pierre Gasly

Harry Potter (all) // Movies & Books

Lockwood & Co. (all) // Book

NJWP (all) // Pro-Wrestling

Jay White

Juice Robinson

Once Upon a Time (all) // TV

Peter Pan

Felix

Rammstein (all) // Music

Till Lindemann

Supernatural (all) // TV

Dean Winchester

Teen Wolf (all) // TV

Stiles

The Walking Dead (all) // TV & Books

No Fandom (all)

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Request: Hey, hopefully you are taking requests. Wanna do one with Bellamy where he is forced to watch the reader get tortured? If you can’t do that (which is fine :)) could you please do one where the reader and Bellamy have a running count of how many times they have saved each other’s lives

I just went through my drafts and found this as good as finished piece I wrote years ago.. sorry it took me so long.

“Guess who had to save your ass again”, you said and grinned at the boy next to you.

Bellamy was lying next to you. His eyes shut tightly. Only taking shallow breaths. With one hand he held tightly onto the flysheet that was saving both of you from certain death.

“Acid fog”, he managed to say between breaths. He had left camp earlier that morning. Their camp was running out of food and the nutrition bars they had been provided with by the council wouldn’t last more than two days. Bellamy had wanted to go hunting and shoot something they could eat that night.

He had been prepared for a lot of things. Not acid fog though. By the time he realized his mistake the horn was already blaring, but he was too far away from camp to save himself.

Bellamy had been sure he would die today. 

And then there were you.

Saving him.

He owed you.

“What would you say is our score so far? Hm? ? 4-3 saves for me? .. Hm? Yeah I think so too”, you said, the grin never leaving your lips.

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do you still write for jay white?

Hello there!!

It’s funny you are asking because just last night I started one of the two Jay White requests I still have. I’ll be honest though. I haven’t watched a single NJPW Show since March last year. So I’m not really up to date. All I know is that he might be leaving NJPW and go to WWE? I don’t know if that’s true. If you have more information please let me know :)

And I just realised I didn’t even answer your question. I do. But be aware that it won’t be really accurate.

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After seeing Pierre post this picture I just HAD to write something soft. So I tried myself on #21 of this list.

The soft pitter-patter of rain against the window woke you up. Not feeling ready to leave the warmth of the bed you were sleeping in just yet, you grabbed the cosy blanket and wrapped it tighter around yourself.

You would give yourself five more minutes. Then you would get up and get ready for the day. Just five more minutes.

Or maybe ten.

Oh, you could spend all day wrapped in these sheets with your head bedded on the fluffiest pillows you had ever laid on. And Pierre right next-

Your hand glided to where he was supposed to be. Sound asleep. A soft smile on his lips even in his dreams. And his hair sticking up in every possible direction.

But the other side of the bed was empty.

For a second you thought to get up and search for your french man. But the bed made a very convincing argument against leaving just now. So instead you rolled yourself up and let yourself be lulled back to sleep.

You were just about to doze off when you heard a very familiar voice in the hall outside. A few seconds later the door slowly opened.

As the dim light fell in from the hall, you pulled the blanket over your head.

Pierre said something but the blanket muffled his words. Silence followed. A moment later you were joined under the blanket. His grey eyes looking up at you.

“Well, good morning, cutie”, you said, a smile spreading on your lips.

“Morning, bébé”, Pierre said and pressed soft kisses to your neck. His arms sneaked around your middle, pulling you closer to him.

You giggled and tangled one of your hands into his hair.

“Time to get up”, he said before pressing another kiss to your jaw. “Maman said breakfast will be ready soon”

“Do we really have to get up? I like it here”, you said and pulled him in for a short kiss.

“As much as I’d love that. I love crêpe a little more right now”, he said and laughed at your pouting.

Before he got up he pressed another kiss to your lips.

A cold shiver ran down your back as you were left alone under the sheets. You poked your head over the blanket and watched him walk over to where you had dropped your suitcases the day before.

He picked through his until he found an outfit he was happy with. His pyjamas were gone in a swift move and a second later he had buckled up a pair of jeans. Just as he was about to pull a black turtleneck sweater over his head he turned around.

“You like the show, yeah?”, he asked as he noticed your eyes lingering on him. A cocky smile playing on his lips.

Blood rushed to your cheeks and you quickly looked away. You knew immediately he wouldn’t let you live this down.

He chuckled and pulled the sweater over his head.

You looked up as you heard him cross the room in a couple of steps. The cocky smirk was gone. He looked at you with kind eyes and a warm smile on his lips.

“See you downstairs in a bit?”, he asked, his voice low.

It was one of those smiles that left you speechless. So you simply nodded.

His smile widened. Then his lips brushed your forehead lightly and he was out of the door.

You stay in bed for another couple of minutes. Crêpe really did sound good. And knowing his mother they would taste absolutely amazing.

With a heavy sigh you eventually peeled yourself out of the blanket and made your way into the bathroom. Once you finished up you went back to the guest room to change out of your pyjamas. Clad in simple blue jeans and a cosy sweater you had bought ages ago, you left the bedroom and went out into the hall.

It was easy to find the living room. Even if the house had been a lot bigger with halls like labyrinths, all you had to do was follow the sound of Pierre’s laughter. The sound of it made your heart skip a beat. If you were completely honest, his laugh was by far your favourite sound in the world.

As you descended the stairs, the noises from downstairs grew louder.

From somewhere further down the floor you could make out the voices of Pierre’s mother and one of his brothers. But it all was drowned out by laughter coming from the room closest to the stairs.

You stopped at the door to the living room and took in the scene.

Pierre was sitting on the floor. One of his nephews was curled up on his lap with a plush panda pressed to his chest, as his sister tried to climb onto Pierre’s back. Pierre laughed at something the boy said.

If this wasn’t the cutest thing you had seen in a long time.

“Do you get more adorable than this?”

A smile spread on your lips as the three heads swivelled around to you. Pierre was grinning up at you. 

“Come here! Join us”, he said and waved you over, before launching a tickle attack on his nephew.

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I tried myself on #17 of this Prompt List.

You had met at the bar of your hotel less than an hour ago.  He had been sitting at a table not far from where you were seated at the bar. At that time three other men were with him. They had been talking and laughing for most of the night.

But you only had eyes for him.

There was just something about him that caught your attention. It might have been the sheer size of him. The simple thought of him towering above you gave you goose bumps. Maybe him being about twice your senior. Or that deep voice of his that made your thighs clench together.

Or – and that was most likely – all of these things.

You wanted him. More than anything else that night. And you always got what you wanted. So when his friends had left one after the other, you saw your chance.

And now he was sitting here on your bed, watching your every move with hungry eyes. Your hair was a mess from a short but steamy make out session on the elevator ride to your room. You wouldn’t have said no if he had taken you just then and there.

But for what you had in mind you preferred the solitude of your room.

The dress you had worn to the bar was the first thing you had gotten rid of. The lace bra you had put on in hopes of such an encounter was next. All you had on now was a matching pair of lace panties and your favourite red pumps.

Just when you bent down to undo the clasps of your shoes he stopped you.

“No, leave them on” His deep voice was all husky and send a tingle down your spine. “Come here!”

You did as he wanted and within a few steps you stood in front of him. Your body was on edge, you could feel the electricity shooting through nerves in anticipation of what he might do to you.

The second you were in his reach his hands were on your thighs, pulling you even closer to him and making you stand between his spread legs.  His hands were huge on you when he softly massaged your flesh. All the while he left a few soft kisses on your stomach; only painfully slow lowering where you wanted his lips to be right now.

A gasp left your lips when you felt his teeth bite lightly into the soft flesh just above your panty line. You looked down only to find his gaze already on you. The lust in his eyes matching yours. Soon his hands were on your panties, pushing them aside to give him just enough access to your pussy.

“You can’t come until I say so. Understand?”

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Request: #13 with Juice Robinson (of this Drabble List)

You frowned at your phone before quickly shoving back into your bag.

It wasn’t so unusual for you to wait a few hours until Juice would reply to a text. He was always busy doing press for NJPW, training in the gym or working shows. But your texts going completely unanswered was something new.

And it worried you.

Especially now that your first anniversary was coming up.

You quickly brushed it off. It surely was nothing. Maybe he was travelling or just tired. Or his phone battery was dead. Or all of it. By the end of your work day you’d probably have a reply of sorts. Even if it only a picture of a sleeping David.

So instead of checking your phone every few minutes you focused on work. Over the next few hours you checked everything off your to-do list for today, letting you start the weekend even earlier.

You checked your phone quickly before you packed your belongings. But the only texts you had gotten were from family and friends. Nothing from Juice.

The way home took you longer than usual. You had ditched the first train because it had been packed already and you hadn’t felt like squeezing yourself into the too full carriage. The next train was a little less full but packed nonetheless.

And then – of course – your bus was delayed. You don’t know how long you had to wait, but it was way too long. When you finally got on you were just done with the day. All you wanted was to get home and call Juice.

Eventually you made it to your apartment building. You climbed the stairs and crossed the foyer to the elevator. Just as you were about to get on your phone rang. Juice.

“Babygiiiirl”, he greeted you. “Are you at work?”

You’re just about to answer when you heard something crashing in the background. Followed by loud swearing. “Juice? Are you alright?”

“Oh haha. Yeah yeah”, he cleared his throat, “Sooo.. Are you at work?”

“No. I’m almost home. Are you sure everything is okay?”

“Cool cool cool cool cool. See you in a bit then”, he said and chuckled.

And with that the call ended. You immediately tried to call him back, worried something had happened to him. But his phone kept ringing; he wouldn’t pick up. Goddammit.

You quickly jumped into the elevator that arrived just back; you brushed past the couple leaving and pressed the button for the 6th floor. Usually you didn’t mind the speed – or well slowness – of it but today you just wanted it to hurry up.

In front of your apartment you hurriedly fished out your keys and opened the door. Just as the lock opened you heard more banging and swearing inside. One of the voices definitely belonged to Juice. But who was the other one?

“Juice?”, you called out, as you dropped your bag and jacket at the entrance.

Immediately the voices stopped.

Suddenly Juice’s head appeared from the kitchen. “Hey babe”, he quickly looked back into the kitchen, “Umm .. Hey. I didn’t expect you this early”

“Yeah I was just downstairs when you called. Are you okay?”

He quickly walked over to you, wrapping you in a tight hug. “I’m great actually. Especially now that I see you”, he said and kissed you softly on the lips. “Here, I have to show you something”

Still taken by surprise you simply followed.

He led you into your living room. Lit candles were spread all over the room. Blankets and pillows had been piled on your couch. And two stacks of pancakes had been placed on the small coffee table.

It looked absolutely cosy.

“Oh my god”, you whispered, “Who did this?”

Juice hugged your from the side, planting a kiss on top of your head. “So you like it?”

You nodded. There was so much to take in and you felt no word would do it justice. You took a tentative step further into the room, letting it all sink in. “For real though, who did this?”

Juice smiled at you brightly. “Did this all by myself” Just as he was about to say more, crashing came from the hallway. Someone had snuck out of the kitchen and ran into a lamp. You’d recognize that hair anywhere.

“David?”

He stopped dead in his tracks and turned around slowly.

Your gaze wandered from him to Juice. Both men looked a bit embarrassed to have been caught.

“Ah well.. I might have asked him for help”, Juice chuckled lightly. “You know I’m not the best cook in the world and I wanted to do something special for you before I’m going on that tour with NJPW”

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13 with Juice Robinson?

I’m so so sorry it took me so long.. Between moving countries and locking me out of my tumblr account I didn’t had much time. But I finally made it :3

I hope you like it!

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Request: #3 with Jay White (of this Drabble List)

“Winner of the match and your NEW IWGP United States champion”, the ring announcer paused for effect, „JUICE ROBINSON!”

 You stared in disbelief at the little TV as you watched the announcer raise Juice’s arm in triumph and hand him the title belt. The belt that had been around Jay’s waist for so long.

Jay lay hunched on the floor. It was obvious he couldn’t believe his loss either.

You watched him slowly roll out of the ring and make his way away from the ring. But soon the cameras cut away from him and focused on Robinson celebrating in the ring. He was now joined by David Finlay.

But suddenly Jay was back. He had slid back into the ring. Finlay was the first to encounter his wrath. He was hit with several chops and kicks before Jay pushed him out of the ring.

It had all happened so fast Juice Robinson had no chance to react when Jay turned on him. He sent Robinson toppling with a devastating kick to the midsection.

The title went flying and skidded into a corner.

But Jay wasn’t done just yet. He kept hitting him with kicks and punches. The Young Lions that tried to get Jay away and keep Juice out of harm’s way were either hit or pushed away.

Eventually Jay hit Juice with his Bladerunner and stepped away from the aftermath. Slowly he walked over to where the title had landed. Carefully he picked it up and weighed it in his hands. After all .. it was his title.

It belonged to him.

With the title in his hands he walked back to where Robinson was lying. The latter had finally regained consciousness, it seemed, and watched Jay bent down next to his head.

���THIS IS MINE! IT BELONGS TO ME!”

And with that Jay dropped the title, smirking in satisfaction as it hit Robinson, making him wince in pain. Without paying any more attention to the other man on the floor or the Young Lions rushing to help Robinson, Jay slid out of the ring and made his way backstage.

 In horror you had watched the events in the ring unfold. A raging Jay White was something you had never wanted to see or experience yourself. You had heard stories, enough stories to know to never enrage him.

His violent outburst scared you, but you went to look for him nonetheless. You weren’t exactly sure in what condition you would find Jay. Would he still be angry or had his vicious attack on Finlay and Robinson helped him let out some of the steam.

As you neared the locker room CHAOS was given you were greeted with loud voices shouting at each other. Just as you rounded the corner you spotted Ospreay and Okada leaving the room in frenzy. You could imagine quite well what they were running from.

Jay White wasn’t finished.

Will was the first to notice your arrival. He ran up to you, grabbed you by your arm and pulled you towards the open door. “You need to talk to him! He’s breaking everything” Being so close to the room you heard it.

Wood cracking. Metal shrieking. Paper ripping.

Will gave a little push to your back and then quickly closed the door behind you. You could even hear the lock being turned.

The room in front of you was in pieces. Lockers had been emptied, benches turned upside down. Posters had been ripped from the wall and shred into pieces. And in the middle of all that chaos stood Jay. Still seething, anger evident on his face.

“Jay?”, you called out. But he simply ignored you and instead looked for a new target. There was barely anything left. “Jay!” This time your voice was louder and seemed to get through to him, because he turned around. His eyes were fixed on you.

You gulped. Never before had you seen him this angry. How were you supposed to calm him down? “I know it hurts. Losing your title to Jui-“ The bitter laugh coming from him made you stop midsentence.

“You know how much it hurts? Oh, you know nothing, sweetheart” With every word he closed the distance between the two of you. “You don’t know how it feels to be screwed over by two nobody’s. You don’t know how it is to be about to win but have it snatched away by someone who can’t win on his own.”

Jay was now right in front of you. His nose almost touching yours. “But I can show you just how much it hurts” And with that he had you pinned against the wall.

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3 with Jay White?

I literally wrote this while waiting for Jay haha hopefully it will be up later. I just need to get it onto my computer and edit it

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This is the Drabble List I used for the last two writings. I guess feel free to shoot me a number and character. I’ll try my best!

Drabble List #2

New drabble prompt list! Feel free to reblog!

“That’s how the story goes.”

“None of this is your fault.”

“I know it hurts.”

“Are you serious?”

“You’re safe now.”

“No one’s going to hurt you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“This isn’t what I wanted.”

“My head hurts.”

“I’m right here, okay?”

“Wow, you look… amazing.”

“Are you okay?”

“Who did this?”

“I made a mistake.”

“When I’m with you, I’m home.”

“There’s nothing I can do anymore.”

“This is going to hurt.”

“That was kind of hot.”

“Please don’t let me be alone.”

“Don’t try to fix me. I’m not broken.”

“It’s never too late to get back up again.”

“What if one day I wake up and you don’t?”

“I immediately regret this decision.”

“I’m not okay.”

“I’m scared.”

“You’re the one thing keeping me sane right now.”

“Please stay with me.”

“Please help me.”

“It’s okay to cry.”

“Is that blood?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“You’re everything to me.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Are you testing me?”

“I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful.”

“I’m lost without you.”

“You have my word.”

“I’m just tired.”

“It just… hurts.”

“Do you promise?”

“I’m not drunk enough for this.”

“Why are you shaking?”

“I never meant to hurt you.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“Please don’t shut me out.”

“Go back to sleep.”

“I can take care of myself just fine.”

“This is new.”

“Take off your shirt.”

“Be you. No one else can.”

“I can’t breathe.”

“Are you going to talk to me?”

“I’m sorry.”

“They’re gone.”

“Just smile. I really need you to smile right now.”

“Would you just hold still?”

“I miss the way things used to be.”

“Am I dead?”

“Look at me.”

“Can we just pretend like we’re normal for once?”

“I told you not to fall in love with me.”

“Please shut up. Just shut up.”

“Please tell me it’s going to be okay.”

“Yell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything.”

“When you smile, I fall apart.”

“If I die, I’m never speaking to you again.”

“If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”

“This isn’t what it looks like.”

“I just really miss talking to you.”

“I can’t do this on my own.”

“I’ve got you.”

“We’ll figure this out.”

“Please don’t say goodbye.”

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

“You make me feel alive.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“There is nothing wrong with you.”

“I’m just looking out for you.”

“Be careful.”

“You owe me.”

“Come with me.”

“I trust you.”

“I didn’t want you to see this.”

“I’ve been praying for you.”

“Take my jacket. It’s cold outside.”

“I’ll walk you home.”

“Let me help.”

“Come here.”

“You’re holding back.”

“Remember when we were little?”

“We’re all a little stronger than we think we are.”

“Don’t sell yourself short.”

“This isn’t who I am.”

“I’m willing to wait for it.”

“Are you ready for this?”

“You can do this.”

“Your life was my life’s best part.”

“You were always gold to me.”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m fine with where I am now.”

“We all want to be somebody.”

“Promise me you’ll come back.”

“I don’t know anyone else who can make me feel this way.”

“I’ve never felt stronger than when you’re with me.”

“I believe in you.”

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#3 with Juice Robinson

Thank youu for requesting my precious boy. I’m so sorry it took me so long but here it is :D I hope you like it!

xoxo a fellow fangirl

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Request: #3 with Juice Robinson (of this Drabble List)

Dark clouds had gathered all day on the horizon of your hometown. Just waiting for the right moment to pour themselves empty. And it seemed the moment had finally come.

The door slammed shut behind you as you left your apartment block.

With tears in your eyes you looked up into the sky. For a moment the falling rain drops mixed with the tears running down your cheeks and everything felt suddenly calm.

And then the cold hit you and you cursed yourself. Harshly you brushed tears from your eyes and ran through the cold rain back towards your car. In minutes you were soaked and freezing.

When you reached your car you didn’t need to fumble for your keys. They were still in your hands. You didn’t even had the time to your keys down before you stormed out of your flat again.

In minutes your car was running and you were out of the parking lot.

The dark blue high heels were the first thing you noticed when you came home. They were carelessly scattered, as if someone had been in a rush to get them off.

You didn’t know where to go. There wasn’t a place you wanted to be right now so you just kept driving around. Until you eventually stopped your car. You parked your car at a gas station just outside your hometown.

Slowly you brushed the last remaining tears from your eyes; they had stopped rolling down your cheeks a while ago. After taking a few deep breaths you reached for your phone you had thrown onto the passenger seat earlier.

You scrolled through your contacts until you found the only person you wanted to talk to right now.

“Hey princess, what-“, Juice started but stopped midsentence when he noticed the tears in your eyes. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

You gave a sob but told him everything.

How your relationship had been struggling for the past weeks. How you had gone to New York with your two closest friends, hoping the break would help. How you had just come home to find a stranger’s clothes scattered in the hallway. How you had followed the moans coming from your bed room.

You tried your hardest not to break into a passion of tears. You didn’t want to shed anymore tears about this.

“Oh babe..” While he was listening to you his facial expression changed from worried to unsympathetic to angry. “Look,I know it hurts. And you probably don’t want to hear it right now, but they are an idiot.”

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I tried myself on #30 of this Drabble List.

JAY WHITE vs JUICE ROBINSON

They just announced the next match when you entered the catering area. Jay White had to defend his IWGP United States Championship against Juice Robinson. The feud had been built up over the past couple of Tag Matches they both had been in. And today it would find its peak.

Quickly you grabbed something to eat and looked for a place to sit. Somewhere close enough to the TV, where they were broadcasting the on-going show. Of course you were secretly rooting for Jay. The two of you had been dating for a few weeks now, but kept it secret in front of the other wrestlers.

The match was gruelling. Both men wanted – needed – to win this match. Juice Robinson to prove him and rip the title from Jay’s hand. And Jay of course to keep the title securely wrapped around his waist.

Soon enough Jay hit Robinson with the Blade Runner. The ref counted to three, the match was finally over and Jay retained his IWGP United States title.

You knew what would follow afterwards. A lot of shit talking and taunting from Jay’s side until he would eventually head backstage. And there you would wait for him. You binned your leftovers and made your way over to his locker room.

It wasn’t long after that you spotted Jay walking over to you. A smirk stole itself on his lips when he saw you leaning against the wall opposite his room.

“Couldn’t wait to get your hands on the champ, eh?” He watched you with hungry eyes as you pushed yourself off the wall and walked over to him. Once you were close enough he snaked an arm around your middle and pulled you against him.

One of your arms went around his neck, the other went up to cup his cheek. In that moment you didn’t really care who of your co-workers saw the two of you together. It was only you and him now.

“Maybe”, you said and put a teasing kiss just at the corner of his lips. It was just a brush of your lips against his really. The hand that just cupped his cheek moved to brush a strand of hair out of Jay’s face.

Your fingers came away red. “Jay ... Is that blood?”

[imagines-of-a-fangirl]

Hey :) Could you do a John Murphy x female reader imagine? the reader leaves a lot of hickeys and bite marks on Murphys collar/neck and he is super grumpy to the other 100 because its hard to hide these little bastards (reader thinks its hillarious)

I’m so sorry it took me so long!! But here it is.

[imagines-of-a-fangirl]

Request: Hey :) Could you do a John Murphy x female reader imagine? the reader leaves a lot of hickeys and bite marks on Murphys collar/neck and he is super grumpy to the other 100 because its hard to hide these little bastards (reader thinks its hillarious)

You loved leaving your marks on Murphy. Whether it was hickeys or love bites. The more obvious they were the better. You wanted everyone to know he was yours and yours alone.

Murphy on the other side didn’t like them very much.

More than once you two had fought about it. But these fights always ended in passionate make up sex and more love bites. Much to Murphy’s displeasure.

"Had fun last time, eh?”, Bellamy asked and grinned at the two of you.

Murphy scowled at him and pulled the collar of his jacket higher. “Oh, shut up”, he grumbled and turned back to his task at hand.

Bellamy chuckled and walked away, leaving the two of you alone again.

You chuckled at Murphy’s reaction. “Well, I think they look good on you”, you said and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek.

“No more hickeys on my neck”, he grumbled