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slashscowboyboots · 4 years ago

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The Blackboard Jungle: Amarillo by Morning (Part 2)

Part 1

I think I can get all of this out by Christmas (if my Internet doesn’t take a shit like it has the last two days). Thank you for your great feedback

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Warnings: asshole alert, more stuff coming out of the kids, fanfic smut. All credit to the songwriters and I hope Ian Ziering is having a good time wherever he is

“Is tonight the night?” you wondered, glancing at your hair and smoothing your dress in the mirror. You were getting ready to go out on a date tonight, possibly with your soulmate. Someone named Ian Ziering.

No, not the actor. He was actually a friend of yours, since you’d contacted him on Facebook, dming him a photo of your arm and asking if he had a tattoo of your name. He sent back a picture of “Hortensia” boldly inked between his shoulder blades and the two of you commiserated for hours.

Eventually, though, love struck. Ian invited you to be his guest at his latest “Sharknado” premiere, and you ended up seated next to a stunningly pretty actress carrying a flask in her purse, and as the two of you imbibed, she spilled the tea on everyone in Hollywood, delicious and hot and fresh.

More than a little drunk, you asked her what her soulmate mark was, and she pulled her dress up her thigh to reveal the initials “I. A. Z.,” which made you collapse into stupefied giggles.

“Heeeeyyyy, Sia,” you slurred, snickering loud enough people turned around and stared, “heeeeyy, you gotta meet my friend.”

Ian had Facetimed you, saying that someone had reached out to him saying that he had the same name as him, although he wasn’t a member of Ian’s family. When he realized this Ian only lived an hour from you, he immediately got in touch.

“Maybe he’s the one,” he said, hope visible in his icy blue eyes. “Do you want me to set you up with him?”

“Sure,” you replied. It was completely pointless to carry a torch for Jeff Isbell, his initials didn’t match up with your marking, although he was completely under your skin. He’d bought you two cases of paste, as well as a sour cherry scone from the bakery across from the school, and because his room was next to yours, you frequently consolidated your classes, often with eye-opening results.

“Miss Teacher,” one of his students said, and you bent down to her. “I gotta birfmark.” She removed her shoe, then yanked her sock off and held out her right foot, proudly displaying the TAD decorating the top of it.

“Oh, you said, squatting next to her, “T. A. D.”

She drew her head back, her tiny face creasing in disgust at your horrifying ignorance. “No, that’s Tad, Miss Teacher. I can read, you know.”

You were immediately apologetic. “Oh, yes, of course, um-?”

“Mari,” Jeff gently provided.

“Did you call me?” one of your pupils asked, and you looked into Tad Wilson’s huge brown eyes.

“Uh, no, honey, I didn’t,” and before you could say anything else, Mari lunged her still naked foot at him.

“I got your name on my foot,” she said. “It’s a birfmark. You got one?”

Tad blinked at her, then yanked up his shirt. Over his heart was a small but intricate swallowtail butterfly.

Jeff gasped. “It-no, it can’t be. That’s unbelievable.”

You looked at him, his face visibly paler and his eyes enormous. “What’s unbelievable?”

“Her name-her name is Mariposa.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No, I’m not.”

“That’s me,” Mari giggled, touching the butterfly and making Tad blush. “Can I hug you?”

He pulled his shirt down and held out his arms. “Sure.” They pulled each other into a sweet embrace, and Jeff sat down at his desk and rubbed his hands against his face.

“That would’ve made my life easier,” he muttered.

You watched the two kids giggle and twirl each other around, your heart aching at how adorable and lucky they were, and asked, “You haven’t met your soulmate yet, Mr. Isbell?”

“No, and I probably never will.”

“Why?” you asked, curious.

He looked up at you, and his eyes were so tired, you could have cried for him. “It’s not a picture, or initials, or even a name. At least I don’t think it’s a name.” He dug a palm into his left eye, then sighed. “Uh, have you found yours?”

“No,” you said quietly.

“What did you end up with?”

“Uh, initials. They aren’t common.” You looked away, feeling a lump aching in your throat. “I-I have a date tonight, though.”

Jeff jerked his head up, then set his mouth in a thin line. “Hey, that’s great. Good luck.”

He’s not who I want, though, you thought, and before you could say that out loud, Tad threw Mari on the ground and ran to you.

“OW!” she howled, holding her head. “Mr. Isbell, he hurt me!”

“Miss Teacher,” Tad gasped, holding his rear, “I need to poop!”

“Go, go!” you said, escorting him to the toilet in the back of the room. When he shut the door, you gave the thumbs up to Jeff, who nodded, his eyes still heartbreakingly sad.

You’d agreed to meet Ian at an upscale restaurant halfway between your locations, and when you arrived at Sur La Table, he was nowhere to be found.

“Reservation for Ziering,” you said to the hostess, and she guided you back to a private table.

After you were seated, you checked your phone to see if he’d sent you any texts saying he’d be late. He hadn’t.

He was attractive, not as Jeff but not bad, you thought, scrolling through your very limited correspondences and sighing as you thought, Maybe this is what’s meant to be. You took another drink of water, and another, and after three glasses of it you were ready to leave when he flopped down in front of you.

“Hey, babe,” he said, throwing you a wink and aiming finger guns at you.

“Um, hello, Ian,” you said politely, noticing a lack of apology for his lateness. “Did you get held up at work?”

He took a long drink of water, then snapped his fingers at your server. “I need a beer, toots, like now,” he said to her. “Chop chop.” He rolled his eyes. “Stupid college kids. No, I found this new filter on Snapchat and I was really feeling it, y’know. Sent it to a couple of my honeys.”

“Did you now?” you asked, ice creeping into your voice.

He threw his arm over the back of his chair. “Yeah, I mean, my hair looked good today, so why waste it?”

On what? you thought irritably, as your server sat his beer down.

Ian grabbed her arm. “I’d like the filet, well done. You got ketchup here?” he asked, and you bit back a wince at what he planned on doing to such a nice cut of steak. He handed the menu back to her, then snatched yours out of your hands. “She’ll have salad, no croutons, no dressing.”

“I beg your pardon?” you snapped.

“Can”t have you porking up if you’re my soulmate. I need you to eat quick, too, hun, I gotta ‘Stop the Steal’ meeting starting in 20 minutes. My man Trump was robbed.”

You stood up so fast, your chair nearly tipped over behind you. “I think I’m done here,” you announced, throwing an arm in your jacket.

“Un uh, I ain’t getting stuck with the bill!” he hissed, standing up as well. “You make all the money, you’re supposed to pay for this.”

Although it pained you to remain in his presence, you had to ask, “Ian, just what exactly was your soulmate tattoo?”

Heart pounding and terrified you’d find your own initials, you watched him pull his shirt sleeve up and reveal a cat on his inner forearm. “It’s pussy,” he smirked. “I get all the snatch I want.”

“Good luck with that,” you said, already heading towards the door. Before you left, you stopped your server and handed her two 20 dollar bills. “Please cancel our order. And I’m sorry he was such a prick.”

“No shit?” Ian asked, his mouth hanging open as he held his phone.

“What an asshole,” Sia said. “Did you hit him in the balls?”

“Now, love,” Ian said, shaking his head, “violence is never the answer.”

She shrugged, flicking her dark hair back. “I guess you’re right. So did you key his car?”

“No, Sia,” you sighed. “I think I’m going to take a hot bath and try to forget today.”

“That sounds good Sis,” she replied. “I think I’m going to flood his email with VD and ED ads. Goodnight, honey.”

“I love this woman,” Ian said, grinning as he pecked her on the cheek. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Mmm, Blaze, that was incredible.”

“You were like a tornado. I’ve never been with a woman who had so much passion. You nearly made me pass out.” Blaze’s eyes crinkled at the corners. “That was like angry sex. Are you mad at me?”

You chuckled. “No, my handsome cowboy. I’ll never be mad at you. I-” you wanted to tell Blaze you loved him, that you hadn’t thought about anyone but him since you first laid eyes on him at the faculty meeting rodeo.

But Blaze was heading to Amarillo in the morning, up from your San Antone home. He’d only be wearing everything he owned, and your heart ached to watch him leave. It was heartbreaking that love wasn’t enough to keep the two of you together, that an unseen hand controlling the universe opted to keep the two of you apart.

He turned over, his large hand caressing your face, his greenish eyes questioning. “I what, baby?”

You threw the covers off of you and trotted over to your gun safe. “I want to target practice.”

After lining up a row of cantaloupes and pumpkins, you neatly dispatched them one by one, thinking about jerks, feeling the bullets leaving the chamber with a scream and watching the fruit blow apart with a happy thrill.

“Well, that was terrifying,” Blaze drawled in his midwestern twang.

You opened the pistol, barrel still smoking, and said, “Little sister don’t miss when she aims her gun.”

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chemist-ana · 4 years ago

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Tension

Book- The Nanny Affair

Content Warning- 18+ sexual content, NSFW, Smut

Summary- Its the beginning of the Holiday season and Thanksgiving Day is here. Ana is going to spend the holiday with Sam Dalton, Mason, Mickey and Sams pretentious parents. After everything that has happened, will they be able to get along and say Thanks?

This TNA series all started with a Thanksgiving prompt from my TNA Group on Facebook. Shout-out nannies! This is my first FanFic, thank you for pushing me to get out of my comfort zone and write for fun!

All characters belong to Pixelberry except my OCs

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"It smells so good in here Ana!" Mason exclaims as he walks into the kitchen with Mickey.

"Well thank you boys, can one of you grab the milk out of the fridge for me?"

Mason slides off of the barstool as Sam walks in and stands with his chest against my back, sliding his strong arms around my waist.

"Oh Ana, this house smells better than it ever has, what on earth are you making?" Sam asks as he plants a soft kiss on the top of my head.

"Well I wanted to make something that would impress your parents for Thanksgiving tomorrow, so I am making my pumpkin pie cake!" Sam moves to stand beside me and his eyes soften.

"I appreciate the effort you are putting into building a relationship with them, but you know I don't care what they think about us." He says softly so the boys can't hear. I give him a small smile and try to ignore the pang of guilt that rises in my chest. I will admit my life has become infinitely better since that day in Italy when Sam proclaimed his love for me, but I wonder if he could honestly say the same. My thought is interrupted by Mickey reaching over the counter and dipping his finger into the frosting bowl. He promptly sticks his finger in his mouth with a grin.

"Oh my gosh, it's so good!" He exclaims, laughing as I give him a quick glare.

"I want to try!" Mason makes a move to stick his finger in and I stop him.

"Let me give you a spoon, no dirty fingers allowed."

"Boys why don't you go wash up, dinner will be here any moment, I ordered pizza from Patsys." Sam says to the boys who immediately run out of the room. "When was the last time I told you how beautiful you are?" Sam puts his hand on my waist, drawing my eyes to his. My tongue darts out to wet my dry lips and his gaze darkens. A heated flare of longing sweeps through my body and I drop the spoon with a loud clang in the bowl. My hands wrap behind his neck and I pull him down to my lips. He parts my lips with his tongue and we lose ourselves in each other, even if only for a moment. We are interrupted by Mason and Mickey as they run back into the room.

"The pizza is here! We heard the bell ring!"

I grin sheepishly at Sam and he gives me one last quick kiss on the lips. He traces my jaw with his lips until he whispers "I love you" into my ear.

Later that night, Sam puts the boys to bed and joins me on the couch. He wore black sweats and a well-loved Duke sweatshirt, so different then the Sam everyone else knows during the day.

"Lets go to bed" Sam says to me as he rises from the couch and picks me up quickly, and I wrap my legs around his back. He touches his nose to mine, his hands squeeze my ass with possession. "Im crazy about you" he breathes into my lips before crashing his lips into mine.

We end up in the bedroom, and he sets me down softly. He pulls my silk dress over my head and when it hits the floor I stand before him completely naked. His hands find my breasts as he steps into me. My body melts into his touch as our lips crash together. I reach under his sweatshirt, seeking his warm skin. I feel his muscles flex under my touch as I remove his sweatshirt over his head. He presses his hips into mine and I can feel his length hard against my belly, proof of his unfailing desire for me. He crushes the rest of his body into me and gripping my hips, picks me up from the floor and carries me backward toward the bed. He lays me down gently on my back and leans over me.

"Christ you are so beautiful" he groans as his eyes rake over my naked body. He stands up and slowly moves his sweatpants down his long legs, he is naked underneath, adding even more fuel to my desire. He climbs over me on the bed, resting his thick length against my belly. I reach behind him to grab his tight ass pulling him closer to me. Lifting my head I press my lips to his and we lose each other. Sam rolls his hips teasing my core and making my insides clench. He breaks the kiss and begins lowering himself down. His lips find my breasts teasing my nipple with his tongue and rolling the other one in his large hand, drawing my nipples to a hard point. His other hand reaches down between my legs and finds my sex dripping wet for him.

"God you are so wet for me, always so ready" Sam groans before pressing his lips to mine again. I reach down and grab his thick length and stroke it until I feel the moisture begin to bead at the tip.

"Take me" I breathe into his mouth and with one swift motion he surges his hips forward into mine, filling me up so deep I let out a loud moan. My hands reach up and grab his hair, desperate to feel every part of him. I wrap my legs around his ass, trying to eliminate any space between us. His muscled body strained above me, working his hard shaft in and out of my tight sex, a slow and deep penetration that made me feel so possessed Over and over again his body moved against mine. Our moans filled the room. My fingers gripped the muscles of his back, and our bodies glistened with sweat. I felt the orgasm building, moaning his name I gave into it, letting it crash over me and overwhelming my senses. Shuddering I feel Sam follow me over the edge.

"God Ana, I need you." He moans burying his face into my throat. We lay in bliss together catching our breaths. As I come down off of the post orgasm high, my mind begins to wander about dinner the next day. Sam looks over at me and sees that my mind is somewhere else.

"Are you thinking about tomorrow?" He asks almost as if he is reading my mind.

I look over at him taking in the purely masculine man that satisfies every need in my body.

"Unfortunately. Not exactly what I should be thinking about following that performance, but I can't help but be concerned about how it will go".

Sam rolls onto his side and cups my cheek with his hand. "Ana I know that my parents haven't exactly been supportive of you and me, but in time they will see what I see."

I roll onto my side and face him, "Which is what?"

"A smart, beautiful, driven young woman that loves me and my kids endlessly. I could not have asked for a better woman to be in our lives." I lean over and press a gentle kiss to his lips.

"I love you Sam."

"I love you Ana." And our gentle kisses turn into something more, and we get lost in each other again.

The next morning I wake up to the smell of coffee and Sam sitting on the edge of the bed. "You are so beautiful when you sleep, I can't help but watch you." His words make me smile. "We should be leaving in about an hour, I brought you coffee."

"You are a saint" I smile up at him and press a quick kiss to his lips. He watches me with a heated gaze as I stride to the bathroom totally naked. I settle on an emerald green silk dress and my black Gucci heals, elegant yet sexy. Sam walks into the closet as I strap on my heal.

"You look heavenly, we better get out of here before I don't leave at all".

The drive to the Dalton residence seemed to drag on, the boys talk excitedly in the back seat about how they are going to eat their weight in food today.

"I didn't eat breakfast this morning just so I could fit even more food in my stomach!" Mickey exclaimed, "I am SO ready! I am going to eat more food then I have ever eaten before in my life!"

"I bet I will eat more than you" Mason teased his brother, "I always eat more than you!"

I look back at them with laughter in my eyes "boys as long as you don't eat yourselves sick." Sam reaches over and puts his hand on my knee and gives it a little squeeze.

"Today is going to be great". I was sure he was saying that to convince me just as much as he was trying to convince himself. "Boys no pranks today alright?" Sam glances in the rear view mirror at the twins. "Alright?"

"Yeah sure dad" Mickey rolls his eyes and turns his gaze to the buildings outside. Sam shakes his head but turns his attention back to the road. I steal a glance at Sam, and he has worry etched in his face. I reach for his hand and entwine my fingers with his. He gives me a small smile, squeezes my hand in his, and rests our joined hands on his thigh. A strange silence falls in the car, tension loading the air. The rest of the drive to Scarsdale passes in silence. Everyone lost in their own thoughts. Eventually we pull up to the Dalton estate, which never ceases to amaze me with its size and extravagance. I share a nervous glance with Sam before getting out of the car. The boys run ahead, and Sam grabs my hand as we make our way to the front door. The large door swings open before the boys even have the chance to knock and Vivian steps out with a huge grin.

"There are my boys!"

"Grandma!!" Mason and Mickey leap into their grandmothers arms, and start talking excitedly about the drive and how excited they are for dinner. Sam wraps his mother in a tight hug, then she turns to me. Vivian extends her arms to me and brings me into a tight hug and my eyes widen in surprise as I look over her shoulder at Sam.

"Welcome! Welcome! Happy Thanksgiving!" Vivian exclaims as she pulls away from me. Sam and I follow her into their home hand in hand.

Mason Sr sits quietly in the living room, staring pensively out the window. He doesn't look up when we enter the room. Mason and Mickey run over to him talking excitedly about all the food, and he finally snaps back into the present. "Hey boys..." Vivian starts talking before I can hear the conversation between them.

"Ana what did you bring? It looks marvelous." I turn my attention to her as we walk into the kitchen and I explain my pumpkin cake. "Well I cannot wait to try it, everything should be ready to eat shortly, can I get you something to drink, wine perhaps?"

After some awkward conversation between us, Vivian leads us into the dining room, and the table is set like it's straight out of a magazine, covered in food and decorations. Mason Sr enters the room and takes a seat at the table without acknowledging Sam or I. I exchange a weary glance with Sam before sitting down and pulling my napkin to my lap.

"Wow grandma there is so much food!" Mickey exclaims as he sits down at the table directly across from me.

"I bet I will eat more than you!" Mason says picking up his fork and knife in each hand.

"You're on! But, before we eat we have to go around the table and say what we are thankful for" Mickey exclaims as he puts the fork down that he grabbed from excitement. "I'll start. This year I'm thankful for Ana! Because she's the best. Oh and I am thankful for Netflix. Because we can watch whatever we want whenever we want."

The whole tables laughs, Sam squeezes your knee under the table. "Alright Mason go ahead"

"Umm. I am thankful for Ana too. Because she teaches us a lot of really cool things. And I am also thankful for Mickey. And Dad. And Uncle Robin. Oh and grandma and grandpa too! Ok grandma you're next!"

"I'm thankful for family, especially you boys, Mason and Mickey. You boys have taught me that age is but a number and I need to be quick and on my toes when we're together. And that I am so thankful for." She gives the boys a warm smile. "Go ahead Ana"

I've been trying to find the right words to describe just how thankful I am, hopefully this comes out right. "Um... well this year I have a lot to be thankful for. But I will start with Mason and Mickey who have lit up my life with so much vibrant color. I'm so thankful to be in your lives and watching you grow. And Sam," I turn to face Sam and look into his bright brown eyes. "I am so thankful for you. For allowing me into your family and to see the man and father that you are. Thank you".

Sam is next, and he looks at you with love and admiration. "This year I am thankful for you Ana. You have been my life's best surprise. You have shown me what it means to love again, and for that I will be forever grateful." He brings your hand to his lips and places a soft kiss on your knuckles.

Mason Sr hasn't stopped looking down at his plate, when the silence drags on, he looks up and realizes everyone is looking at him.

"I am thankful for you boys, Mason and Mickey." He says abruptly, then turns his attention back to the food on his plate.An awkward silence falls on the dinner table. Vivian nervously plays with the Patek Philippe time piece on her wrist

"Sam, the Russos have withdrawn their merger proposition. I can assume you know why." Mason Sr looks pointedly at me,

"Mason!" Vivian exclaimss, "this is hardly the place or time for this conversation." The twins glance nervously at each other. Sams jaw tightens.

"Father lets discuss this later, and enjoy the rest of this beautiful meal." Sam says coldly to him. The rest of the dinner passes in tense silence, even the boys seem to sense the tension. So much for a having a Happy Thanksgiving I think to myself. After the main course, we take a break before dessert. Sam gives me a quick kiss on the lips and a squeeze on the shoulder before exiting the room with his father. The boys run to the backyard and Vivan walks up beside me before I have a chance to follow them out.

"I know that Mason can seem cold hearted, ba as ut really he just wants the best for Sam and the boys." She pauses and looks at me thoughtfully.

I bite the inside of my cheek and look down unsure how to respond.

When I don't, she starts speaking again. "You know when Sam met Eva, I never thought I would see him look at another woman the same way. He loved her, with everything he had. He was devastated when she passed, and I could tell he was lost. It breaks a mother's heart seeing her flesh and blood give up hope. I remember the day that Mason brought up the idea of merging the companies with the Russos and proposed the idea of a marriage partnership. I remember the look on Sams face, indifference.He had given up hope that he would ever find somebody that he loved again. Then I met you. And I saw the way he looked at you. Ana... I want you to know I support you and Sam. I want nothing more than my son and grandsons to be happy, and clearly you do that for them. I wish Sofia could have been the one to do that for him, but it was always clear that it wasn't destined to be. I know you are a smart and driven woman, and we will figure this out as we go."

At that moment Sam and his dad walk back into the room. Sam looks at me with an apologetic look, and Mason Sr walks over to his bar and pours himself a drink of a dark amber liquor. He takes a seat next to the window. Vivian walks over to him and sets her delicate hand on his shoulder. "Mason, honey, can we try and come together as a family. It's Thanksgiving. We have a beautiful cake that Ana made and your favorite pecan pie. Let's go back and sit down at the table."

I walk out of the room to find the boys before I hear something I don't want to. I find them sitting on the back deck next to each other. They look up as I walk outside.

"Hey boys I think it's time for dessert"

"Ana, why are grandma and grandpa not happy today?" Mason looks at me as he pushes his glasses up his nose. "Is it something we did?" I sit down between him and Mickey and wrap my arms around the both of them.

"Absolutely not. It has nothing to do with you. You remember what happened in Italy? I think your grandfather is still a little upset. It didn't go the way he wanted it to go"

"But it went the way WE wanted it to go. We love you so much more then Suckfia" Mickey says looking down at the floor.

"Mason! We were supposed to keep that nickname between us!" Mickey looks over and gives Mason a stern look.

"I'm not sorry Mickey. And if grandma and grandpa loved us much as you say they do Ana, they should see how much we love you. And how much our dad loves you too".

"Wise words Mason." I squeeze them both tight against my sides. "Sometimes grown-ups don't quite pay as much attention to the ones around them as they should, but let's go inside and have some dessert ok?"

"Okay" the boys say in unison and jump off the bench. They run quickly inside. And I shake my head with a smile. I look out over the expansive lawn and wonder what I did to deserve these two boys, and what I did to deserve Sam. I sit outside for another minute, enjoying the silence and the crisp air. When I return inside, I can hear Mason talking.

"...but grandpa we love her. She makes dad so happy and she loves us! We just want you to like her as much as we do." My heart melts, I walk into the dining room as everyone is sitting down. They all look at me and I walk up to Mason and pull him into a big hug. I whisper thank you into his ear. I walk to the other side of the table, and finally feel a sense of calm wash over me. These boys love me, no matter what Sams parents think of me. They love me. And I love them. And that is enough for me.

Chapter 2: The Trip

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esynk · 5 years ago

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i added a new friend (i know from school) on facebook but i regret it the moment i saw he liked a post from 2017 about me writing smut fanfic

#sometimes i forget that i have Past #rants blants

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acidicnightmare · 5 years ago

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HP Fanfic Contest: Fears Edition!

Welcome to the "Don’t be Afraid" fan fiction contest, hosted by Potterfix(18+)! (Facebook Group)

If you would like to participate, please join the group here and remember to answer the entry questions!! All Harry Potter pairings welcome!!

What It Is

A halloween-themed fan-fiction writing contest!! The prompt themes will be common fears. The prompt is up to you how you want to twist it. For instance, when writing a fear of spiders, you can either have one of your characters suffering from that fear-- or just write a story involving spiders. It’s up to interpretation, have fun and be creative!

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4. This is an anonymous fest. Telling anyone with the exception of one beta and one alpha is against the rules. Failure to follow this will result in immediate disqualification, and possible negative repercussions in the group.

5. Your submission must be a Harry Potter pairing consisting of two canon characters. No OCs.

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7. Please do not write immediate incest, pedophilia/grooming, rape, or beastiality within a good light. Using these as plot based dilemmas in order to tell a more difficult story is fine, but please tag accordingly.

8. You must list your prompt in your description upon submission.

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The prompts will be added by admins, and will feature a common fear that must be factored into the story. Because of this, please TAG your prompt when you submit, so those who might be a bit freaked out by something specific can avoid it.

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yoiangstzine · 6 years ago

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The Trevor Project is the leading and only accredited national organization providing crisis intervention and suicide prevention services to lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and questioning (LGBTQ) young people under the age of 25.

The Trevor Project offers a suite of crisis intervention and suicide prevention programs, including TrevorLifeline, TrevorText, and TrevorChat as well as a peer-to-peer social network support for LGBTQ young people under the age of 25, TrevorSpace. Trevor also offers an education program with resources for youth-serving adults and organizations, a legislative advocacy department fighting for pro-LGBTQ legislation and against anti-LGBTQ rhetoric/policy positions, and conducts research to discover the most effective means to help young LGBTQ people in crisis and end suicide.

If you or someone you know is feeling hopeless or suicidal, our Trevor Lifeline crisis counselors are available 24/7/365 at 866.488.7386. www.TheTrevorProject.org

Who are the Mods?

@creme13rulee and her IRL best friend @imandarr (on Twitter) and TheBookeWyrme

I have published @wordstudyzine. Outside of YOI, I’ve raised over $1200 running past events (prom and another dance) for Washingtonstuck, which at the time was a 1000+ member Homestuck fan group in my home state. I formerly was on the mod team. I’ve also organized one-day cons (Pancon) in Seattle and a few Christmas parties in the past. I love planning events! I have not planned in-person events lately as I work in a Title 1 (high-poverty) special needs classroom and my spare cash for rental has been going to activities for my kiddos.

My etsy is here: https://www.etsy.com/shop/cremebrulee My tumblr, Ao3 and twitter are all under @creme13rulee @mandarr has been my best friend for over a decade. She’s spent her entire life volunteering and working to help others.She is now a board member of a youth service organization we are both past members of. She is a traditional artist and has had her art featured at Jet City Comic Show, local murals and Ever free, a MLP convention. She is an amazing leader, hard worker and my platonic better half. I dragged her into the YOI fandom. She is currently an artist for multiple writers in the Victuuri Fluff bang and has made art for my fic Deep Within my Bones and co-written a fanfic with me.

You can find her on Twitter and Facebook (Mandarrart) and her website here http://www.visualartsservices.com

@thebookewyrme loves reading and writing fluff angst and smut and creates amazing podfics! Meet her in the project Discord and check our her social media!

Follow them at @thebookewyrme (Tumblr, Pillowfort, Dreamwidth)

Twitter @LiaWolff

AO3 TheBookewyrmeWritesFic

How will the zine work?

Namida will be primarily released as a PDF sold on our bigcartel website. 100% of the proceeds will go toward the Trevor Project.

The zine will also be available in print through Lulu.com.

To keep it affordable, the zine will be divided into ‘volumes’ of roughly 100 pages. Participants will be notified of which volume their piece will be included in. Those participating in the zine will be able to buy a copy at-cost from Lulu.com. The general public will be able to buy print copies directly from Lulu.com with a set donation added to the cost.

Why is the print version through lulu.com?

Lulu.com is a Print-on-Demand marketplace we have used in the past. Using Lulu.com enables us to run a large project and still enable participants to see their own work in print form.

People who buy from Lulu.com will be able to get their book shipped within 7 business days at a cheaper shipping rate than what is available to the public.

Using the Marketplace also allows the zine to collect money for the Trevor Project without having to worry about preorder issues with Paypal that other projects have encountered in the past.

Will there be merch?

Due to the potential scale of an open zine, we are not planning to offer merch as part of the project. We encourage you to check out any shops that zine participants may own!

General Participant Requirements/Rules:

Fiction (and art) can be cathartic to read/see. The main idea of the zine is to get a cry and feel good at the end. Hurt/comfort angst, or ‘angst with a happy ending’ is encouraged.

If there is enough interest, there will be a section for works that may not have a guaranteed happy ending.

Being dark for the sake of being dark is discouraged. Please explore difficult themes carefully and with respect.

Pieces with tough subject matter should be ‘tagged’ with appropriate warnings, even if they may spoil the story.

Any characters in romantic or explicit/sexual situations must be obviously 18 years or over [by age and appearance.]

No non-con (non-consensual)/rape, underage or child abuse please.

We reserve the right to ask you to change your idea, or refrain from adding it to the project if it is deemed inappropriate.

Writer requirements:

Any type of previously unpublished prose up to 5,000 words.(No minimum)

Word count can be split between pieces (e.g. poems) but they should be cohesive (belong to each other) and be a stand alone story. (No continuation or prequels to existing fanfic)

Artist requirements:

8.5x11/ Letter size format (2550 pixels wide and 3300 pixels tall)

300 DPI digital art or high-quality scan/photo

Formatted for RBG

Comics -> 5 pages or less, formatted as above

Are we allowed to do AU (Alternate Universes?)

Yes!

Can we collaborate?

Yes! There will be a channel for collabing in the Discord. It will be up to participants to find someone to work with by Check-in 1.

Can I sign up as a writer and artist?

Yes. You can have both roles!

What pairings/ships can we do?

Namida is open to all pairings/ships, as long as any romantic/explicit content features characters at least 18 years old or older.

How can I apply? Applications will open January 1st 2019 and close on the 31st at this link:

https://goo.gl/forms/F799OXkht2RD8fi23

How do I know you got my application?

You should receive a confirmation email from Google forms. Occasionally Google acts up. If you do not get an email feel free to DM/email us to check. Please include the email/username you used to apply!

Do I have to submit a sample/ spotlight piece?

Since it is a open project, there is no judging. The link you submit is a highlight of your favorite work to be featured along with your social media information.

It is not required. If you don’t submit a link or otherwise contact us, I will assume you do not want a spotlight post. You will still be announced as a contributor and featured in the zine regardless!

What are the requirements for the spotlight?

YOI Related, Safe for Work and easily copied/downloaded from the link. Work can be published or unpublished. If its unpublished (not on Ao3 or FF.net) then we will post it in whole on the spotlight piece.)

You can contact us through our tumblr, twitter (@yoiangstzine ), Discord (cremexbrulee#1430, TheBookewyrme#6691 or Mandarr#9986) or at [email protected]

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carrieasagiri · 6 years ago

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How do you measure, measure a year?

Exactly a year ago I came back to Tumblr and to the Frozen fandom after two years and a half of absence. I didn’t leave because of anything related to the fandom, but life was a bitch. 2015 was a complicated year for me in general, I was struggling with a lot of insecurities and fears. I had a lot of anxiety episodes, and then in August, we had an accident in our building that left us without energy power for a whole month. So, no internet, life was chaotic, I relied only on my phone and the shitty plan I had back then. This was the reason I decided to contract internet at my dad’s house. Then, in October -3 years ago- my dad got sick. He came and went from the hospital for three months, including a surgery, being at intensive care for two weeks, until he passed away in January 2016. A week later, my girlfriend broke up with me. So, I isolated from my online life and fandom in general. I was depressed and defeated.

Last year in September, I was having the typical mid-term blues not only related to college but work too. When I reached the bottom, I realized that being in Facebook was making me sick. Too much negativity. I quit it. I started feeling better, and I little by little I began to focus again on my interests. Sincerely, I never thought I was going to go back to Frozen at all. I still liked it, but it was tied to my ex-girlfriend. We had started going out mostly thanks to Frozen, and it was what we most shared. So, after a series of chained events, I found myself reading my old Frozen fanfics. It’s amazing when you read something you wrote four years ago and you’re like “wow did I write this? Why I’ve stop writing?”. I added some paragraphs here and there in all my wips. Without realizing, I was obsessing with this movie again. I always had struggled with writing in English. Lack of confidence in my skills. I decided to give it a try to a fic I had started writing in 2014 about an encounter between Loki and Elsa. I don’t know how or when, but I was writing fluently in English and I was writing smut. I gained confidence and I wanted to go back to that wonderful world again. I wanted to be in touch with the friends I had left behind because my shitty life had sucked me away.

Now, I think she guided me here again. She had been almost my only friend in tumblr and in fandom with whom I talked outside this site. I wanted to reach her again, until I’ve found what had happened. I suspected the worst when I couldn’t find any update from her. Everything was from the very beginning of 2016 and nothing more. Since I had left Facebook, I was too slow to check there first. I came here looking for answers and I found the worst one. Ann ( @thearendork ) had been my only friend here back in the day, and she guided me here again. I was shocked and sad and crying, but somehow I felt I need to do it for her. Getting back, share my writings, show her wherever she is now how much I’ve improved since she was my betareader. And keep enjoying this crazzyness for her.

I got back to draw as well, and in a failed attempt to make inktober last year, I landed here posting my art. It was like coming back to my home town afteer a while. Everything was the same but everything was different at the same time. I found out that the Frozen fandom was still here and everybody was excited for OFA. I felt like a little kid in a carnival. I wanted to be part of everything again. I started remembering why I used to avoid certain sub fandoms and ships, and unexpectedly I found myself surrounded by wonderful people. But, I was terrifed of meeting new people, of screwing up things, of hurting them, because due to toxic relationships in the past, I was convinced I was a monster.

And @glittering-snowfall you were the first who talked to me and you were so nice!! You made feel welcomed in the elsanna fandom that was totally new to me.

@tenshichan1013 thank you for being one of the first ones who made me feel part of this family!

@yumeka36 thanks to you I made peace with my otaku side for real and I started enjoying anime again. Also, your fault I’m using twitter again XD.

@justlookatthosesausages thank you for made me feel part of this crazy group from the beginning.

@sophie-the-duchess you’re among the special people who made feel at home here. Your kristanna fics are the best.

@super-mam-te-moc girl! everything I could tell you won’t be enough. You’re my beloved sister and best friend! Thank you, thank you, thank you for everything we had shared during this year. Thank you for being my fellow fan and my confidante. Love you!

@thegeekogecko thank you for being my fandom mom even though I’m not that young to be your daughter XD. Thank you for helping me to improve with my written English, for being the beta of all the trash I write, for giving me advice, for being my treasured friend.

@olofahere let me tell you a secret: you’re like my senpai to me and when I started talking to you I was always so nervous and shy that I ended mispelling words or saying something stupid, because I was like “OMG senpai noticed me!” Yep, I’m a lost case -_-U

@shardsofarendelle : thank you for coming back, this place wasn’t the same without you. Now, I feel the family is complete again with you here.

@notbrilliantbutwicked girl, you did something beautiful this year: the handwriting frozen challenge. It was great to share with all of you guys and get to know you better. Also, you’re my skater partner.

@snowqueenofmyheart we started talking recently and I want to let you know you’re a very sweet guy, please never change!

How do you measure a year?

In friends, in shared moments, in headcanons and discussions, in creating our own worlds, in fighting our battles, in making us stronger. Measure in love.

Thank you!

P.S. Sorry if this post is a mess.

#tumblr #frozen fandom #personal #thank you guys

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outlanderfanfics · 7 years ago

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Jane’s Declassified Droughtlander Survival Guide

With the new year fast approaching (or already here depending on which part of the world you live in), I thought it would be a good idea to create this survival guide. The following are 5 tips for pulling through the rest of this Droughtlander.

Tip #1: Go (re)read Drums of Autumn

I say this as someone who has not read the book yet (but plan to as soon as possible), but if you’ve seen my previous post, you’ll know that—as I learned from reading Voyager before watching season 3—reading the book before watching the season will most definitely enhance your viewing experience. And what better way to help you get through these hard times then to journey a little further into Jamie and Claire’s love story?

Tip #2: Go (re)read Diana’s other Outlander books

Okay yes, this is kinda similar to the tip above. But I have some other points, I swear. If you haven’t read any of the books yet, this would be a great time to finally get into it. It’ll provide a new way to experience the Outlander story. It will also take up a lot of time since Diana’s books are fairly long, which is awesome because then before you know it, the Droughtlander will be over. You can decide whether you want to read ahead past book 4 or not. For me, I do not want to read past book 4 before watching the next season because I would rather have the book fresh in my mind. But, if you find yourself lying awake at night, needing to know what happens, then keep reading. Also, for those of you who have read all the books already, why not reread them all over again? That will definitely get you through until season 4 returns.

Tip #3: Rewatch the first 3 seasons

Yes, this may seem obvious, but I have a fun little twist to make your rewatch even better. So first, find someone, possibly a friend or family member. Then, use all the persuasion power you can muster to convince them to start watching Outlander. Now, not only will you get to relive the story from the beginning, but you will also get to witness someone else experience it for the first time. It’s truly a win-win situation.

Tip #4: Watch behind-the-scenes and interview goodies on YouTube

If you’re anything like me, you’re obsessed with not only this amazing show, but also with the wonderful actors who help to create the magic. Below are some handy links to some videos featuring these lovely humans:

Classics:

Season 1 Bloopers + Deleted Scenes

Season 2 Bloopers + Deleted Scenes

Comic Con 2015 Panel

Comic Con 2017 Panel

PaleyFest 2015 | Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Compilations:

Official Starz playlist

Outlander Barcelona’s Videos

Outlander Italy’s Videos

Entertainment Tonight’s Videos

Outlander America’s Videos

TV Guide Playlist

Outlander World’s Videos

Entertainment Weekly Playlist

Laugh-out-loud funny:

Sam & Cait Attend Couples Therapy:

youtube

(And don’t forget the bloopers!)

"Outlander" Stars Recap Seasons 1 & 2 in 9 Minutes

How Well Do Cait and Sam Know Each Other?

Sam & Cait Quiz Each Other

Sam and Cait Play If/Then

Facebook Live Q&A with Sam & Cait

The Cast Recite Their Lines in American Accents

And once season 3 is released on DVD, there’ll be even more goodies to watch!

Tip #5: Read amazing fanfics created by the Outlander fandom

We are so lucky to have so many great fanfic authors in this fandom. The authors post on several sites, including A03, fanfiction.net, and right here on Tumblr. They write a wide variety of fanfics, from modern AUs and post-episode inserts to delicious smut and fluffiness galore. With the hundreds of stories available to read, you could get through this Droughtlander with ease.

Even better, if you’re looking for something specific, whether it be a certain genre, length, or other specific fanfic, visit my tag page. Here, you’ll find Outlander fanfics categorized by different tags so it’ll be easier than ever to find the perfect fanfics to read. I’m still in the process of adding older stories into the archive, but soon, I will move on to adding new stories every week.

#outlander #season 4 #droughtlander #outlanderfanfic #fanfic

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fyodorsuggestions · 7 years ago

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Tagged by @fy-soukoku

1. How did you come up with your username and what does it mean?

My A03 username, and main blog and twitter and facebook and freaking discord and literally every single thing is Darke_Eco_Freak either with hyphens, spaces or underscores and basically I was an edgy 11 year old who loved Jak II and the concept of the evil version of the protag Jak. Only I wanted to be extra Edge™ so I added an extra E to dark.

2. Which fanfic of yours has the most feedback? (bookmarks/subscriptions/hits/kudos)

Hits: Sex Pollen isn’t a real Thing (it was one of the first smuts I wrote and it’s kinda bad now whoops)

Kudos: Sex Pollen again

Comments: T(w)o Me, Fo(u)r Us, or as I call it 2/4

Subs: 2/4

3. What is your AO3 profile icon, and why did you choose it?

It’s been Virus from this piece of art for some months now. Why? Because Kat made it and I love it a lot so you know

4. Do you have any regular/favourite commenters?

Um damn, I haven’t gotten regular comments in a few months except from my friends whom I spam with my many many fics. I’m actually in another fandom I made another archive account for because reasons but yeah. My friends are my fave

5. Is there a fanfic that you keep going back to read again and again?

I haven’t actually read fic in a while, there’s one or two Daredevil ones I think about but I don’t go back and re-read, my attention span’s been pretty shit for a while.

6. How many stories are you subscribed to? How many do you have bookmarked?

I’m not subbed to anyone but I have bookmarked 6 fics

7. Which AU do you find yourself writing the most?

None really. My latest fandom isn’t really open for AU’s, well written Au’s at least and yes I’m forever salty over that. Hmm, if there’s one I like to toy with though it’s Evil AU’s, you know the villain turns bad AU? Love em

8. How many people are subscribed and bookmarked to you in total? (you can view this on the stats page)

Subs: 465

Bookmarked: 2133

I don’t really care though because A) I’ve been in a lot of fandoms since 2014 and I know most ppl are here for the porn as per comments on said porn.

9. Is there something you’d like to write about but are afraid of people judging you for it? (Feeling brave? If so, share it!)

Idgaf. I’ve written necro, cannibalism, torture porn, self-insert stuff. Honestly I dump most of what my other fandom wouldn’t accept on this one. Plus Fyodor is a very easy character to manipulate for me so it’s always fun.

10. Is there anything you would like to be better at? Writing certain scenes or genres, replying to comments, updating better, etc.

I’d like to be better about my chaptered fics, not abandoning them and things like that. Also, action scenes, I want to get better at those.

11. Do you write rarepairs or popular ships more often?

I multiship myself to hell. For this fandom I write whatever catches my eye because I don’t know the characters all that well? The running meme of me not watching the show is still a thing. In my other fandom, I’m one of the few writers around and I write every single ship I can think of cause I can.

12. How many stories have you posted on AO3 to this day (finished and unfinished)?

One my darke account: 73, on my other account; 10 but I post a lot to tumblr and don’t really cross post all that much.

13. How many stories do you have saved in/with your writing program?

I can’t tell you that because I just keep huge word docs around but for the year I’ve written about 600 k so that’s cool.

14. Do you write down story ideas, or just keep them in your head?

I just write off the top of my head most of the time, I’ll talk out a plot with a friend sometimes but otherwise it’s just whatever I feel as the day goes.

15. Have you ever co-authored a story?

I have, two, soon to be three.

16. How did you discover AO3?

I think I saw someone on ff.net mention it and I started looking at the site.

17. Do you consider yourself to be a popular or famous author in your fandom(s) on AO3?

Fuck no lol. I’m here writing the rarest of pairs and writing oc/characters, not to mention in first person sometimes and those tags alone mean ppl won’t read. Eh, I’m just posting to archive to bolster the number of fics a character has tbh. (this is for BSD fandom but I’ve never been a popular/famous author in any fandom)

18. Do you have a nickname or fandom name for your readers?

Umm, half the time I’m not sure I have ppl beyond friends who read my fics so yeah.

19. Was there an author who inspired or encouraged you to write?

I’d say Lakshmi Persad, a local author. Mostly because I hated having to do that book in lit class and wanted to do better than her.

20. What writing advice would you give to a beginning author?

If you want it, make it. I’m serious, don’t count on anyone to make the content you want to see, do it yourself and people might follow suit, if not, at least you made it. Hella.

21. Do you plot out your stories, or do you just figure it out as you go?

I finish stories and still have no idea if I figured them out or not.

22. Have you ever gotten a bad comment on a story? If so, what did you do?

I’ve gotten a few, mostly I ignore them. But there was this one fic, it wasn’t for anyone but me and I shouldn’t have posted it at all but I did and someone told me that the characterization was completely wrong for the character I was writing and I ended up leaving the fic alone for months and months. I got back to it eventually but I’m not sure if I’ll ever finish that fic tbh.

23. Is there a certain type of scene that you have a hard time writing? (action, smut, etc..)

Action gives me joint pain. I just how do you make it flow?

24. What story(s) are you working on now?

I want it All

Deathless Sleep

Missing Pages

Five times he fell

Divine(d) Visions

2/4

Many lil drabbles and sexy times.

25. Do you plan your next project(s) before you finish your current ongoing story(s)?

I can’t plan to save my life

26. Do you have a daily writing goal set for yourself?

It used to be 300 a day now it’s 2k because apparently I hate myself. Most of the time I meet it, between the two fandoms I write for daily so yay.

27. Do you think you’ve improved as a writer since you first started?

Absolutely.

28. What is your favorite story that you’ve written?

Step back Through Time and Remember my Touch, definitely those two. One’s the original fic and the other is the sequel. Best things I wrote all year

29. What is your least favorite story that you’ve written?

Maybe Gone, that’s a really old one but god the cringe.

30. Where do you see yourself (as a writer) in 5 years?

Hopefully I figured out those damn action scenes.

31. What is the easiest thing about writing?

I think bringing the characters to life in my own head is the easiest thing.

32. What is the hardest thing about writing?

Not letting lack of feedback get to me cause I’m not writing popular shit, I don’t expect it but god damn it gets discouraging as fuck to see something I worked hard on just kinda flop and drown.

33. Why do you write?

I can’t do anything else and crave validation like the attention whore I am.

I’m tagging @chuuyasuggestions @kyusakusuggestions um idk who has archive shit. If you follow me and you see it, you have to do it okay?

#dear lord #all my opm stuff was popping #but that was about 2 years ago almost?#jesus #it's been a while

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thisdiscontentedwinter · 7 years ago

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Just curious and I don't know if you've ever answered this before- Is TW the first fandom you've ever written for, or have you written for other fandoms under different names? If you've never written for other fandoms is this the first you've been heavily into fandom for at all, or just the first you've ever been on the creating side for? And if so, what other fandoms have you ever been into?

I’ve often said that Teen Wolf is the only show that hit the sweet spot for me when it comes to fan fic: enough potential in the characters and storylines to hold my interest, and so many massive failures of storytelling in canon that it just makes me itch to fix it. So it’s true that it’s the first fandom I’ve written for, but it’s not the actual reason I got involved.

The reason I got involved (and I’m sure this wills surprise nobody who knows me) was spite, pure and simple. Back in December 2014 something happened in fandom that I’ll call the Goodreads Panic. It was basically where a shitload of fandom writers demanded Goodreads pull the listings of their fics. Now as someone who had a lot of friends who read and reviewed fanfic on Goodreads, it was upsetting to me to see them so upset. Because when a fic was removed from Goodreads (and just the listing, let’s be clear–despite the panic, I’ve never seen any proof that actual fics were uploaded there) it didn’t just remove the listing, it removed the reviews, and the pages and pages of discussions on those reviews.

My friends were upset. So I said “Fuck it, I’ll write them a Sterek.” And Balloon Animals are Awesome was born.

I wrote about it in 2014, which was before I had a tumblr account. It didn’t stop a shitload of people on tumblr from calling me entitled and wishing I was dead, of course. So, spitefully, I wrote even more fanfic.

And to this day nobody can tell me why it’s so terrible to have discussions of fanfic on Goodreads, but it’s okay to do it here or on some other platform. And funnily enough, the entire Goodreads Panic was started by a Sterek BNF who didn’t like that someone had pointed out on Goodreads that her published novel was P2P and had originally been fanfic and a lot of readers won’t buy P2P. The BNF immediately began convincing others to have their fics pulled from GR. More fool her. We just talk about her P2P books in a secret group now.

Anyway, here’s the post I wrote:

My (generally disorganised) thoughts on the current fanfiction shitfight on Goodreads

Anyone who knows me knows that I love my Sterek fanfic. For those who don’t know me but have somehow stumbled upon this post, Sterek is fanfiction based on the slash pairing of Stiles/Derek from the TV show

Teen Wolf.

I’m also quite fond of Steter, which is Stiles/Peter. And I’ve read a few Stisaacs I totally enjoyed, which is Stiles/Isaac. You guys have all spotted the common denominator right? Yeah, I just love Stiles. And who doesn’t?

But back to the shitfight.

Lately, a lot of enthusiastic readers have been adding Sterek fanfiction to the Goodreads database. This has upset some fanfiction writers. I don’t know how many, and I don’t know how representative they are of the fanfiction community.

Fair warning: I may be quite vague in this post, because I’m not going to name names, and I’m not going to link to Tumblr posts. Why? Because I’m writing this post to get my thoughts in order, not to call out anyone whose opinion may be different to my own. I welcome discussion or debate wherever you find this post, but I won’t be taking it to anyone else’s virtual doorstep.

What is Goodreads?

Initially, it seemed like some of the fanfic writers thought that their works were being uploaded to Goodreads. This is absolutely not the case. Goodreads is a catalogue, and any published work including work published online can be added by users. And, once it’s in the database, any user can review any work. That review is then shared on a timeline with the reviewer’s friends. It is also visible under the work’s main page. Users can like reviews, and comment on reviews, and reviews show up in our timelines. I found a lot of great Sterek fics because friends raved about them, and I’m not going to apologize for that.

One thing I will say about GR is that it’s not just meant for professionally published and edited works. It’s meant to be a database of, well, everything, from Shakespeare and Chaucer to web comics to fan fiction.

What was added to author profiles and book pages?

Here’s the part I’m not clear on. I understand that artwork was added as covers to fanfic that was either unattributed, or wasn’t intended for that fic. And that’s wrong, and shouldn’t have happened. A simple email to GR support or a request to a librarian would have sorted it out in minutes though.

There’s also been some talk of writers worrying about being outed, and stories of people who’ve lost jobs and custody of kids for writing “smut”. Erotica writer here, you’re preaching to the choir. But I don’t think that linking from a GR author page to an AO3 profile is suddenly going to bust the whole thing open. How could it? If any information other than that was added, then yes, that was wrong. But I’m not aware of any incidents where that happened, and I’m not sure how it

could

happen if the information wasn’t already available online anyway.

Fanfic is for fandom

You read Sterek? You recommend Sterek? You spend a lot of time at A03 leaving comments and kudos for Sterek? Surprised to find you’re not part of the fandom? So were many of us.

I’ve spoken to a lot of people in private groups who are absolutely gutted, because all the Tumblr posts going around about “fanfic is for the fandom only” make them feel like they’re not allowed to be part of the club when their only crime was to love something they read and want to share it with their friends.I can’t pretend to be an expert on the fandom culture, except to say that I’ve seen enough posts in the last few days from writers who have no problem with their works being added to the GR database to suspect that the writers acting as the gatekeepers of fandom have no mandate to do so. And, as one prolific fanfic writer put so eloquently:

Fandom is where fandom goes.

Well, here we are.

The culture clash

I understand that the fanfic community is very different than the one on GR, but most of the people reading and reviewing fanfic on GR are doing it because they love the fandom. It may be accepted practice on AO3 not to offer any criticism, constructive or otherwise, and I have some sympathy for writers who have checked out their works on GR and suddenly discovered they have star ratings.

But that’s how we do things here. That’s how we approach what we read. And as a writer, you can’t actually control how readers interact with your work. To those of us on GR, reviewing and recommending fics here is no different than doing it when we connect on Facebook or Tumblr or anywhere else online. GR is how I’ve found so many wonderful fics that I otherwise would never have read. And that is why they were added to GR – because people were so enthusiastic about them that they wanted to share them with their friends.

“Someone that reads gay fiction and goes to GR is not the same as someone from the TW fandom that reads gay sterek fic with mpreg on AO3”

That’s an actual quote from an actual Tumblr post. Google it if you want to find it. Like I said, I’m not linking. And I’ve only got one thing to say in relation to that statement anyway: Bullshit. Bull-fucking-shit.

I read gay fiction. I read and write m/m fiction (not the same as gay fiction BTW. Ironically, m/m fiction has its origins in slash). And I also read gay Sterek fic with mpreg, A/B/O, and whatever other tropes you want to throw in there. I love them all.

And so do the hundreds (possibly more, I haven’t counted) of other GR members who are part of the various fanfiction groups. But you just go on worrying that we don’t understand the tropes you’re using because apparently fanfic is a different language that we can’t possibly, you know, pick up by reading it. Like you all did.

You do not own fanfiction.

In the past few days I’ve seen a few writers claiming their “intellectual property” is being shared without their permission. And here’s where I have a real issue. Yes, you wrote your fanfic, but you don’t own it. In the case of Sterek, MTV owns those characters.

Sidenote: I also saw a particularly hilarious disclaimer on A03 that stated:

“

I do not give permission to this work being read aloud and/or shared with the press, or anyone working on said production of Teen Wolf, including but not limited to cast, crew, writers, or producers. I also do not give permission share this work on third-party websites such as Goodreads, which I believe is a resource intended for published works outside of fandom.”

I read it aloud anyway. Like the fucking rebel I am. Again though, here’s the misunderstanding of what Goodreads is. Goodreads is for any published works, and yes, that includes works published online. And yes, that includes fanfic.

I absolutely believe that fanfiction only exists because studios and copyright holders

allow

it to exist. It’s an act of goodwill, and most copyright holders recognise the fact that fanfiction, in all its forms, is good for their bottom line. I know that I’ve dropped money on the

Teen Wolf

DVDs because of Sterek, and I’m sure I’m not the only one.

I also believe though, that once fanfic writers start calling fanfiction their “intellectual property”–something I’ve seen thrown around in a few places the last couple of days–it will cause copyright holders to sit up and pay attention.

P2P

If claiming ownership will cause copyright holders to sit up and take notice, it will be P2P that might just force them to take action. In my opinion, fanfiction writers who think they own their fanfic and who pull it to publish will be more damaging to the fanfic culture that anyone reviewing and sharing recs on any platform including GR will ever be.

Interestingly, one of the most vocal of the fanfic writers is a writer who is publishing a non-fanfic book soon. This book, which will retail for around $12 on Amazon, is a former Glee fanfic that has been pulled to publish. Except last time I checked it hadn’t actually been pulled, it was still on AO3. In short, she has an issue with people sharing fanfic recommendations on Goodreads, but no issue attempting to make money off something she built using someone else’s intellectual property. And it doesn’t matter if the thing is as far removed from the original as Fifty Shades was from Twilight. In my opinion, it’s ethically wrong.

Maybe a Find & Replace of all the names is actually legally enough to get the work considered transformative. Legally and ethically aren’t always the same thing and,

personally

, I hate P2P fanfic and refuse to purchase it.

But hold on, isn’t Goodreads removing fanfics?

Yes, yes it is. Despite their own guidelines, GR has been removing fics at the request of fanfic authors. They don’t have to, but they are. Which means that all of those lengthy reviews with hundred of comments and gifs and pics are also being removed. And people are upset about that.

On GR we make friends over the reviews were share and the books we love. Those reviews and those conversations are now being deleted. Some people have lost tens of reviews, if not more. That’s a lot of hours of work, and you know why they did it in the first place? Because they loved a story and wanted to share it.

Oh, and I write fanfic too.

Yeah, I do. Just started, but it’s going to be a thing for me. Because it’s fun, and I like to share it with people, both on AO3 and here. And I know a lot of writers who do the same. AO3 and GR aren’t oil and water. They aren’t matter and anti-matter. You don’t have to pick a side, really.

You’ll find me on AO3 as Discontented Winter.

Feel free to share, recommend, or rate my fics any way or anywhere you like.

#goodreads #fanfic #fandom policing

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familyofpaladins · 7 years ago

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tagged by @paladinspride

Rules: Tag 10 of your followers you want to get to know better.

Name: Abby Nicknames: i don’t really have a nickname now. Though I was called basethound in middle school Gender: Female Star Sign: Pieces Height: 5′6″ Sexuality: Straight (or maybe heteroromantic ace??)

Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff Favourite Animal: Don’t ask me this, I like all animals too much to be able to pick a favorite (eagles, hawks, elephants, turtles, big cats,lizards, dragons, giraffes, horses) Average hours of sleep: What I averaged in highschool: 7ish, what I average now in college: 5-7 and then i sleep til noon on the weekends because im so exhausted (i think my body likes having 10 hours of sleep) Current time: 9:34pm Dog or cat person: Dog person (but cats are cool too) Blankets you sleep with: A sheet and throw blanket in the dorms. (at home in the winter it’s like 2 quilts and 2 blankets) Dream Trip: I’d really like to visit the wildlife in Africa. Dream Job: To write all the books that are swirling around in my head and also maybe illustrate them too. (I also wanted to be a voice actor for a while? and honestly I still think that’d be an awesome job) Also a zookeeper which is what I’m actually going to college for.

When I made my blog: I made my blog back in the end of May, so it is four months old now. Followers: 72 ( 73 is a combo of my favorite numbers, so I was thinking of doing something special for it once I reach that, but I don’t know what exactly :/ ) Why I made a tumblr: This show made me so darn obsessed, that I was following pages on facebook for it, and was mainly posting things on Quizup about it, and going through google images to see all the awesome fan stuff. And I really wanted to be in on all of that and be able to post my thoughts and theories in a place that would actually respond to it all. (this show made me start reading fanfiction (something i had told my self long ago that i wasn’t going to do, because my first experiences with fanfiction was when i didn’t realize it was fanfic and i associated it with smut which i didn’t like) and join tumlbr (also something i never thought I’d do, because I always heard stuff about the crazy “fandom side” of tumblr and lots of arguments and hate)) (but I happily dove into the fandom side of tumblr, and try my best to ignore the other parts/ not participate in it. Reason for my URL: I really like the space family/found family trope with all of team Voltron and one day I was like “They’re a family, a family of paladins” and I was so HAPPY and amazed THAT IT WASN’T TAKEN YET WHEN I CREATED IT.

Oh gosh who do I tag??(is it supposed to be only followers or mutuals too)?(I think I’ll put the people who pop up in my notes the most) @coranbestman @space--butterflies @theorangestar, @seerofheros, @faithless-victim, @mysticdelphox97 @unitedstatesofcake

(I’m adding mutuals too) @rangergirl3, @ptw30, @spicy-chicken-nuggets, @hufflepirate, @spacedust-lion @miraculousmia

That’s more than 10 but I don’t care

#choosing people to tag is so hard #if you don't want to do or answer all the questions you don't have to #only do it if you want to :)#also THANKS FOR FOLLOWING ME #and thanks for tagging me jenni !!#personal #famofpaladins rambles

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monsteramongmen-tamer · 7 years ago

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Vacation

This is the first fanfic I have ever written. I have reread it and edited it a bit.

Summary: You go on your first vacation to Summerslam with your best friend.

Warnings: Smut. Kinks.

Tagging: @kaitlynwwefan

This was one of the most exciting days of my life. I just graduated from cosmetology school. I did my 2100 hours of hair and makeup and all that. Now I can actually go out into the world and show off my talents. I don’t want to toot my own horn or anything, but I’m pretty good at what I do.. I mean, I didn’t go to school and slave away for that long for nothing.

I have been planning what my next move is going to be since before I even went to school. No one would want to stay in small town Nebraska forever. It was probably the most boring place in the world, and I was so ready to move somewhere completely different. Be bold.

I had different scenarios in my head of what I wanted to do, where you wanted to go. How cool would it be to move to New York? Or California? London?! My options were endless, I just needed to apply myself and more importantly, applications.

There are different things I have on my dream board, especially as a kid, and one of them I kept to myself because everyone would make fun of me for it.

Wrestling had been a huge part of my life since I was a little girl. I follow absolutely everyone one on social media, so I have a good feel on what people are like, and the environment for the most part. Or so I think. But how realistic does that sound? Working for WWE? As one of the makeup or hair people nonetheless? Positivity wasn't exactly my specialty, but I needed to figure out what the hell to do with my life. Being a pessimist was NOT going to be useful this time.

It was a normal Sunday night. I was working my life away until I find a job I want. Now, I just work at a special needs home until I find this so called “dream job” At least there was a PPV on tonight that I could watch when I get off. Only thing that sucked is that it was a few hours away but work would not give me the night off because it was my weekend.

Thankfully my best friend from school, Liz, was also a wrestling fan and was going to the show. Front row seats. So I am expecting endless snapchats and updates throughout the night. She also had VIP tickets to meet some of the superstars, but doesn't know quite yet which ones she is going to meet. Still, it is exciting and I was beyond jealous.

During my shift, I felt my phone go off so many times. I kept wondering if my residents have been hearing it. Not like I care if they do, it is such a boring Sunday, which is why I am so pissed they didn't give it to me off. I snuck off to the bathroom multiple times to check my phone. I had about 25 snapchats and about 50 texts of what she was doing. Whether she was standing in line waiting, bitching about the obnoxious people that were there with her, her beginning to freak out, after she met superstars, you name it, but I loved it. I was so glad she was having a good time. She even met her favorite wrestler…. the one and only lunatic, Dean Ambrose.

A couple hours passed and I was sitting at my computer documenting since my shift was almost over. I wanted time to go faster so I could go home and watch the PPV. 10 o’clock came around and it was time for me to go home. FINALLY!

I went out to my car and checked my phone and I had a rather...surprising yet exciting text from Liz. One of the guys that did the VIP tour, apparently his name is Will, asked Liz out on a date after the show!!!! Like what? That is so awesome! I texted her back faster than I have ever texted anyone in my life to get more details, but apparently her phone died. And the PPV had already ended by the time I got home, which means she is most likely on her date right now. I was dying.

I was scrolling through all my apps before trying to go to bed and out of nowhere I get a text from Liz. It was 2AM.

Sorry, my phone died, I am in Will’s hotel room...I don't know if I should leave or if I should stay

I hurried up and sat up, OMG I HAVE BEEN WAITING ALL DAMN NIGHT, YOU’RE IN A WWE GUY’S HOTEL ROOM?!

Kinda, he led the VIP tour, then found me before the show started since I was sitting in the front row and asked me if I wanted to go get drinks after the show. So I did. Aaaaand we drank some, ended up in his hotel room….and yeah. You can guess the rest.

I was honestly proud of Liz, because this wasn't normally like her. She is a very shy girl and isn't a “one night stand” kind of girl. Which I think is why we get along so well. I am definitely not shy. I am very outgoing and blunt. It isn't always ideal, but it's me.

I just have to say first, you go girl. Second, I’m so fucking jealous of your perfect day. Third, is this guy just a one night stand? Or do you see it being more than that???

Shut up haha. And I don't know. He is a super sweet guy, and super great in bed, but I can't see this being anything more than this. I need to come up with some sort of excuse to get out of here! HELP!!!

I have never been in this situation before, but I know she needs my help. So now I am trying to think of good excuses to leave that don't make it too obvious that she just wants to get the hell out.

Well, didn't you go up there with your dad? He bought the tickets right? Where does your dad think you are right now lmao??

…

OH MOTHERFUCKER I FORGOT ABOUT MY DAD

I think that worked out well for her if I do say so myself. She didn’t respond for awhile. By this time it was 3:30AM. I was in the phase of sleep where I am pretty unaware of everything, but out of nowhere my phone buzzed and scared the hell out of me. I flinched so hard I thought I was going to fall off my bed. It was Liz.

Made it back to my room, I don't think my dad noticed I was gone at all. Thank the lord. That would have been an awkward car ride home…

I waited until later in the day to respond to her because I was damn tired, and I couldn't tell how tipsy she was, so she needed to sleep more than talk to me.

I woke up late, due to being up late. No texts. So I shot Liz a text just to make sure she was alive and no one kidnapped her. She was okay, on her way back home with her dad.

A few weeks had gone by, I kept checking my phone for any job openings in various cities, but no luck. I just kept working my ass off at a job where I was not appreciated. That was my life for months. Work and coming home at night annoying Liz because I could. I had no else to bitch to.

Will had tried to add her on Facebook about a week after their night together. She declined because why would you want to be friends with a guy you had a one night stand with? That was weird? Then a couple weeks later, he added her again. She accepted, to see if he wanted something.

Surprisingly, they hit it off and talked for awhile. They became really good friends. From the things Liz has told me, he seems like a nice, genuine guy. I was still in shock that he was apart of one of my favorite companies. How does that even happen? I don't know, but it was cool.

Liz had actually gone down to where he lives and hung out with him for a weekend and he surprised her and got her tickets to different shows in the summer and a couple meet and greets. Summerslam tickets, RAW, Smackdown, and meet and greets. He gave her 2, and he told her that the other ticket wasn't for him. That she could give them to whoever she wanted.

I got a phone call late Sunday night.

“BITCH WE’RE GOING ON VACATION!”

I didn’t say anything for a second, “What the hell are you talking about?”

Pacing around my apartment, I am listening to what Liz is telling me. She has 2 tickets to each show Summerslam weekend that is taking place in Brooklyn, New York this summer. It was really going to happen. We had tickets, we just had to save up for a hotel, plane, and spending money! I am so fucking excited I can’t even breathe.

Pinching myself to see if this was real, I ran to my closet to see if I had any money saved up. Holy shit, was I surprised. I have never been on a vacation before, so I started a money jar last year and told myself that this year sometime I am taking an actual vacation. Why? Because I deserve one.

I had over $900 saved up. Where did all this money come from? I literally have no idea, but this vacation is paid for already, and it feels so good.

A couple months have gone by again. I kind of stopped looking for different cosmetology jobs lately because of this vacation. It was just a week away. I have everything ready and picked out, all I needed to do was pack. I got more nervous as the days went by because so much was going to be happening. The part I’m most excited for was the meet and greets. I have so many favorite wrestlers, but I have no idea who I am going to meet. Liz said this will be just like other normal show.

7 days went by very quickly and it was time to go pick Liz up and go to the airport. I picked her up and we could not shut up the whole ride there. It was an hour drive from Liz’s place to the airport. I swear my dad was going to kill us. I kept reminded him that he wouldn't hear from me for a week, so I am just making up for future’s lost time.

We finally make it to the airport. Find where our luggage needs to go, and find where we board the plane. It really is a blur because I am so focused on getting there and doing all sorts of fun things.

This still doesn't seem real. I am on vacation, with my best friend, doing my favorite thing.

It was Thursday, so we have tonight to do whatever we wanted to do. Tomorrow night was one of our meet and greets. I get real shaky whenever I think about it. Who am I going to meet? I’ve never met a famous person before, how am I going to act? Like a freak? Am I going to cry? I can’t cry. Then no one will take me seriously. Especially if I ever apply to this company down the road.

Liz and I walked around Times Square our first night. It was so beautiful. There were so many things to see. All the different stores, restaurants, just everything. Nebraska did not have this. Omaha is big, but not this big.

My feet were a little sore so Liz and I called an Uber to take us back to our hotel. Our driver was wearing a “Seth FREAKIN Rollins” shirt. I just looked at Liz and I knew this is where we were meant to be right now.

Here we are, Friday. I got up super early so I could get ready and look perfect. I showered and spent a really long (entirely too long) time shaving. I shaved everything preparing for this day. You never know what’s going to happen. When I got out of the shower, all the steam came out, hitting an impatient Liz in the face.

“Take long enough?”

I just smiled and began getting ready.

Did my hair first, otherwise it would go absolutely crazy. I did my hair, then makeup, got dressed, and finished hair. While I was putting the last of my bobby pins when Liz turns around and whistles. I just roll my eyes at her and grin.

As I took one last look before leaving our hotel room for the day, I made sure everything was perfect. I hope I chose an okay outfit to meet the wrestlers in. I chose a very revealing black lace top with maroon shorts and my vans. I felt pretty good. Which doesn't happen. It is rare I feel good about myself because of my size. Being plus size isn’t easy, but it’s me.

Liz called our Uber before we left our room. We were so ready for this.

Our ride is about half way over and Liz pulls out a piece of paper and is reading it. I look over her shoulder. It was our pass to get into the event today. She is probably just making sure she didn’t forget them.

“So I haven’t told you everything we are doing on this trip,” Liz says looking over at me with a smirk.

“What do you mean,” I asked. What could she have missed?

Liz took a deep breath and looked at me again, “These aren’t just normal meet and greet passes. These are all day passes to BOTH DAYS.”

I screamed. Our Uber swerved a little bit. Probably shouldn’t die in the process of what is happening right now.

“What do you mean they are all day passes?! To meet all the wrestlers?! Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Liz laughed so hard. I was heavy breathing. By the time I was done freaking out, we were at our destination. I was about to meet ALL of my favorite wrestlers.

We walk inside and get our passes and the guide comes out and greets and talks for a few minutes. When he takes us to the first table, the first person wasn’t actually there yet and they didn’t say who it was going to be.

After talking to Liz to keep my cool, a very large man walks out and sits down. It was none other than the one and only…. Braun Strowman.

I knew who he was, they call him the Monster Among Men. You can definitely see why. He is a BIG man. I watch him every Monday on RAW and he is always destructive somehow. Braun enjoys grabbing people by the throat and slamming them into the ground. Or throwing them off in ambulances or dumpsters. Either way, he knew how to put on a show, and I really enjoy watching it. You had a very low-key crush on him.

We are towards the back of the line, so I have time to keep my cool. I kept telling myself ahead of time I am not going to be a loser while meeting these people. It just doesn’t help that Braun is one of my favorite superstars, and I am meeting him first. Literally a dream come true.

Unfortunately, Liz and I would be going at separate times, alone. I let her go first because I still feel my heart beating so fast. I am so nervous to meet Braun. I just keep reminding myself to breathe…

Liz just went back. I am next. I am just standing here with my eyes shut waiting for someone to come get me to go back, hoping I don’t pass out.

The guy was walking over to me, and for some reason I held my breath. I don’t know why I do weird things in situations like this. I am walking towards the big man. He is looking over at me with a smile on his face.

“Well hi there, are you Y/N?” He asked me, in his thick country sounding accent.

That took my by absolute surprise, how did he know my name?!

“Yes I am, how did you know my name?” I asked in wonder, but I had a smile on my face going ear to ear.

“Your friend Liz was just in here. She told me I was about to meet her best friend, and apparently my biggest fan so I should probably know the name of my biggest fan.” Braun winked at me.

I could have died right there. This is NOT happening.

I just blushed, “Well, I don’t know about being your BIGGEST fan, but you are my favorite wrestler, that is for sure.” At this point I wasn’t looking at him anymore, I was looking straight at the floor out of embarrassment. I could feel my cheeks getting hot.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed darlin’, I am not the big scary guy you’re used to seeing on TV.” He said. Flashing another smile.

I swear, I could melt.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that you’re the first celebrity I’ve ever met. And I told myself I wouldn’t be weird, but here I am.” a nervous laugh came out of my mouth.

He let out a chuckle, “Well, I wouldn’t necessarily consider myself a celebrity, but I am honored to be your first!” Braun winked again followed by another laugh.

OFFICIALLY DEAD.

“Uuhhhh, yeah. I am glad you are my first too.” Finally I was able to look at him and smile. Suddenly I was feeling super confident.

My session with Braun was over though. I got my picture with him and his autograph. Before I left, he gave me a giant bear hug. He had to hunch over pretty far to be able to hug me, since I am pretty short. Or is it because he is so tall? Whatever the reason may be, it was the best bear hug, ever.

I met up with Liz and I could wipe this stupid grin off my face. I felt like I was on cloud 9. Braun Strowman was not what everyone thinks he is. He is such a nice guy. I hope I get to meet him again someday.

“How was that for you?” Liz asked, with a raised eyebrow and a smile on her face. I just shook my head, “Remind me to thank you later.”

Our first tour guide went off to go somewhere else, so another one came along. I was spacing off thinking about my experience I just had with Braun. Out of nowhere, Liz starts hitting my arm. “Will is our guide now! Look!” Her face glowed up. I tried to get a good look at him. The only time I have ever seen this guy is creeping on his Facebook and Instagram, and he wasn’t bad looking. I mean he wasn’t my type, but he seemed like he could be good for her. Sophisticated and all that.

To be completely honest, the rest of the tour today was a blur, but I did meet some cool people. That, I will never forget. From Seth Rollins, Charlotte, Mojo Rawley, Dean Ambrose, Becky Lynch, Roman Reigns, AJ Styles, Baron Corbin, and Bray Wyatt the British Strong Style boys. That wasn’t even all of them. It was phenomenal. No pun intended. Just kidding. Pun intended, always.

We did not have tickets to the NXT event tonight, so we decided to just go out in the town again. But rather than shopping, we are going to have a few drinks. We found a cool looking bar in Brooklyn near where our hotel was. There was a lot of people here, so we just stood around. It got very overwhelming, so we went back to our hotel for the night.

I could hardly sleep last night. All the excitement of this vacation hit me. But when I woke up, I was in my hotel room alone. Where was Liz? I began to panic. I saw a note on the sink.

“Got up early to have coffee with Will, meet you downstairs at 9. I let you sleep in! Love you!”

That was okay with me. This means I can take a long hot shower and not feel bad about using it all the hot water. I had my music up loud from the moment I got up, to the moment I left. I didn’t tell Liz this, but I listened to a ton of the wrestler’s theme songs to get me pumped up. Not that I needed it. I can’t even imagine what is going to happen today, but there is no way that it could compare to yesterday.

I had a dream about Braun Strowman that was quite...steamy. That will leave me in good hands today, I’m sure.

I went downstairs to meet Liz and she was with Will. “Hey!” Liz said. “You two haven't formally met yet, so Will, this is Y/N, Y/N, this is Will.” Her smile is so huge, it made me pretty happy.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Will. I’ve heard so much about you.” I said.

“Likewise, it is nice to finally put a face to the famous Y/N I hear about all the time.” He said.

“All the time?” I am looking over at Liz at this point with a suspicious look. She just shrugged her shoulders.

Liz immediately changed the subject. “We have big plans for today.”

I asked, “There’s another meet and greet today, right?”

“...not exactly. We will be meeting some people, but not who you’re thinking.” She said, seeming guilty of something.

“What do you mean by that?” I have no idea what she is talking about, she better not have anything up her sleeve. I don’t do surprises well.

“You will just have to find out.” She had a smirk on her face. So did Will. What the hell is going on?

We call an Uber and make our way to the Barclay’s, where things are happening today.

We get out of the car and make our way inside. The suspense was killing me. I like having everything planned out.

We go to the front table and Will shows them his pass and says we are with him, so they give us passes as well. We made our way to the back, where superstars were getting ready for the second day of meet and greets.

We were back to where they do hair and makeup. There was a designated area where everything was, but it was all scattered. This is what I have been imagining since I was a little girl. I could not believe that I was back here, but..why were we back here?

I slowly turned to Liz and whispered, “So what exactly are we waiting for back here?”

Just as I was finished asking her, two people came up and hugged Will. It was not just random two people. It was Leslie and Madeline. WWE’s lead hair and makeup girls. They talked for a minute when suddenly Will turns and says, “This is her.” He was pointing to me.

WHAT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW

The two women turn to me and shake my hand. “Hello Y/N, we have heard so much about you! We hear you graduated from Xenon Academy in Omaha a few months ago. That school is highly talked about.” Leslie said to me.

I really don’t know what to say, but I had to say something, and quick.

“Really? In little Nebraska?! Yeah, I graduated there in May! Top of my class.”

Phew. That sounded alright.

“Yeah, we have visited there a couple times a few years ago when we were in the area for shows. It is a really nice place.” Madeline said.

“It really is. I loved it there!” I said.

“I also heard that you were possibly looking for a job? Is that true?” Leslie asked me. She looked very serious. I was almost afraid I would say the wrong answer.

“I have been, yes. Not much luck though.” I blurted out.

“Your friend Will over here said that you were pretty good, and we are looking for a little extra help. Willing to try it out here? Say like, an informal interview?” Leslie asked.

“Yes, absolutely!” I said. I probably could have waited a second before jumping the gun, but oh well.

I look over at Liz in disbelief and she is smiling so hard. She knew about this. Little shit. If this goes even a little bit well, I will owe her, big time.

They told me I could do it today, right now. The wrestlers would be coming and going before the meet and greet. This is happening, and it is happening right now. If I blow this, that would probably be the end for me. If they don’t like me, I will hit some sort of depression and work some awful job the rest of my life. I am also a little dramatic.

They took me to one part of the room. Where they do hair. Madeline was still going to be here, so I was not alone. She will guide me through what each person likes and how she does it.

“So I am probably going to give you a lot of the guys, just because it’ll be easier to do than the girls. Don’t get me wrong, it's not always easy, but I will be here for all of it to help you, if you need it.” Madeline said to me. She put her hand on my shoulder for comfort and it surprisingly helped. She was super nice. I can see why everyone around here loves her.

The first person that came in was one of the announcers. I didn't know his name, because I don't see him much on TV at all. Maybe Mike? But he just had a normal guy haircut. Sides of his head shaved and hair on the top of his head.

That went a lot smoother than I was anticipating, but I am so thankful for that. Next walked in Will. I just knew he was going to sit in my chair. He was alone though.

“Where is Liz?” I asked him while I was combing through his hair.

“She is just on the other side of the door talking to some people, no worries.” He smiled through the mirror at me.

“Oh, but I do worry. I am the best friend, let me remind you.” I looked at him through the mirror holding the comb toward him.

He held his hands up in surrender, “I know, I know. I am just trying to impress you so you don’t hate me.” The man almost looked scared. I find it quite comical.

“Why would I not like you? You got me this amazing, once in a lifetime opportunity. I am beyond grateful.” I said.

Will shrugged and looked at his hair, “Perfect!” He looked over at Madeline, “I think we found a good one.” He winked at me then left.

Just when I thought things were slowing down, Dean Ambrose walked in and sat in my chair.

“Hey darlin’! I don’t believe we have met before. I’m Dean. Are you working here now?”

I shook his hand, “No, I am just kind of….filling in. This is basically like a little interview for me, to see if I can handle doing guy’s hair, like yours.”

Smooth.

“Okay, cool. Lucky for you I am going for the messy, crazy hairdo. Shouldn’t be too hard to mess up.” He smiled at you.

Dean’s hair really was easy to do. I just got it wet, combed through it, then messed it up with my hands.

“Looks perfect, darlin. Good job.” Dean said. Then he went on his way.

Madeline looked over at you quite impressed, “Nice work. You are doing very well so far.”

“So far?” You gave her a nervous look.

“Ready for a guy with longer hair?” She asked, ready to give me the challenge.

“Absolutely. Who will this lucky man be?” I asked.

Madeline had a look on her face, thinking of who she should pick. She then went out to the hallway to see if anyone was out there.

“Okay, here he comes, good luck.” She said to me, getting back to her job. She was currently working on Natalya’s hair.

You were in a tote looking for another comb to use, and you could hear giant footsteps behind you and sit down. When you turned around, you could not believe it. It was Braun Strowman. Again.

“Well hey there, Y/N! I wasn’t expecting to see you be the new hair girl around here!” He said to me, with one of those intoxicating smiles.

“To be quite honest with you, I did not know I was going to be here today. I was actually tricked here, but it worked out pretty okay I think.” I cannot help but smile. Just looking at this beautiful man.

“I’d say so too. I remember saying yesterday I hoped to see you again, and here you are,” He said.

“You did? I definitely do not remember hearing that. I would have remembered.” I raised an eyebrow waiting for a response.

“Well shit, I guess I said it in my head. Oops.” At this point, Braun was blushing. It was so cute. But this is not a time to be thinking he is cute. I am being watched for a potential job. My DREAM job.

“That is okay. So, what are we doing today?” You asked him, standing behind him looking at him through the mirror.

“I usually just do a ponytail. Brush all this back then tie it, but can you put it in a bun? I don’t wrestle until later. A surprise match for the fans.” He said. This man knew how he liked his hair.

“Yes, sounds like a challenge, but I think I can handle it.” I winked at him. He knew I was being facetious.

It was just small talk while I was doing his hair. It was nice. He was so down to Earth.

“So can I come back later and you do my hair before my match?” Braun asked me, looking hopeful.

I looked over at Madeline, she nodded. “Yeah, I will be here!”

“See you then.” said that thick country accent. I can’t get enough of it.

Madeline turned to me with her head cocked sideways, “Did Braun Strowman just ask if he can come back to have you do his hair again before his match?”

“Yeah…” I didn’t know what else to say.

Natalya looked at me through the mirror, “That man does not usually come to hair and makeup, let alone come twice in the same day.”

I am confused, then why was he coming back later? Oh well.

“Wel, we are finished for awhile, until Braun comes back to see you. So you can go wander around for while. I won’t be back here before his match, will you be okay doing it by yourself?” She asked me.

“Oh yeah. It won’t be a problem at all.” You said smiling at her.

“Glad to hear it. I am impressed with what I saw today. So good job!” Madeline said as she was cleaning up.

“Thank you so much!” I said.

I asked her if she wanted any help, she said no, so I went out to attempt to find Liz. Luckily she wasn’t too hard to find.

She ran over to me, “Oh my gosh how did it go?!”

“It went well, Madeline said she was impressed, so that is a good thing right?” I said.

“Hell yes it is. Do you do any cute guys’ hair?” She asked in suspense.

“Well I did Will’s hair, and Braun Strowman came in and I did his hair.”

“Ooohhhh and how did that go..” She was nudging my side with her elbow.

“Shut up, it was fine, I am doing his hair again before his match this evening” I said laughing.

“This is so cool, my best friend is doing superstar’s hair and Will does the tours. What should I do?!” Liz asked, mostly to herself.

We spent the next couple hours just walking around looking at the different displays they had.

I had no idea what time Braun’s match was, so I headed back to where I was before. He wasn’t there yet. So I just looked at my phone until he showed up.

“You know how unprofessional that looks, right?” said this deep country voice. I know exactly who that is.

You hurried and put your phone in your pocket, “Sorry, I was just passing the time, I wasn’t sure what time you would be coming back here before your match.” I said apologetically.

“I was kidding, I am here a little early, and I realize I never gave a time, so I’m sorry.” Braun said. “How can I make it up to you?”

“You don’t need to make it up to me, I don’t even technically work here. So you have nothing to worry about. I am just offering my services at this point.” I regretted saying that as soon as it left my lips.

Braun gave you a look, but this was not a confused look. This was an almost determined look, but I don’t know for what. Maybe I did, but my brain is playing dumb.

“So would you like me to do your hair still, before this match?” I asked. I would understand if he wasn’t interested in that anymore.

“Yes, please. I am actually here early. There weren’t as many people to see me here today as there were yesterday, but that is okay, gives me the extra time now.” He said looking at you.

“Yeah, I can imagine preparing for matches can be tough at times.” I said getting out my supplies.

“I was actually talking about giving myself time to see you…” He said. I just stopped in my tracks.

“Oh, your hair shouldn’t take too long, but I appreciate that gesture! I will make sure the Monster Among Men’s hair does not disappoint tonight.” I blurted out. I didn’t know what was actually happening, so I am playing it cool. This has never happened to me before.

“Right... my hair. You know, the only reason people are afraid of me is because of my long hair?” He said.

“Really….you don’t think it has anything to do with your size?” I asked raising an eyebrow. My hands are already in his hair.

“I mean, I think I am a normal sized guy. It’s you people who are small. That is not my fault.” Braun chuckled.

Did Braun just call me small? No one has ever called me small. I may be on the shorter side, but I am also on the wider side. But hey, I am going to take all the compliments I can get out of this beautiful man.

“Hey now, I might be small, but I am mighty.” I held out my muscles. It was so sad compared to his I just laughed.

“Mighty huh? You Might have to prove that one.” Braun said. Now I know he is flirting with me. I am 100% okay with this.

“Yeah, we’ll see. How’s your hair look?” I asked. Head tilted in the mirror to make sure it looked like it did on TV.

He put his hand on his chin, looking over his hair. “It looks good. Thanks babe.” He came over and hugged me. I was definitely not expecting that, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to complain.

“Not a problem at all. I enjoy doing hair, and you are very easy to talk to , so it helped ease my nerves.” I said. He finally let go of me.

“Well, I am glad I could help. I am going to put in a good word for you. Wouldn’t mind seeing you around here more often. You coming to the match tonight?” He asked.

I wasn’t planning on going, but he seemed like he wanted you to.

“I would love to, but I don’t have tickets to the show..” I said, I pouted a little bit.

“See, the awesome thing about working back here is you get to watch all the shows backstage. For free. So are you in?” He sounded like he was pitching some sort of sale. It was an offer I cannot refuse.

“Sounds like you convinced me! Just let me text who I came with saying I will be here late.” I said, grabbing for my phone.

“No problem. I can even give you a ride back to your hotel after if you’d like. Save some money from a taxi.” He offered.

Braun was being super generous. I love it. I can’t tell him no for some reason.

“Sounds like a plan to me! Thank you so much!” I said.

“No problem. I will see you after the show!” He said walking out the door, waving.

I shot a text to Liz,

Do you care if I stay around and watch this match? You don’t need to wait around for me if you don’t want to. If you and Will want to go out or something, go for it.

L: Not at all. Do you have plans? I don’t want to leave you hanging.

Actually, I think I do….

L: Do tell….

Braun invited me to watch the match then said he can take me back to the hotel. Or maybe we will go out. I honestly have no idea. But it’s okay. Go enjoy yourself!

L: Oh man, girl good luck. Get it! Love you, be safe! <3

Will do. Love you too.

I was backstage watching Braun’s match. I didn’t really know anyone back here, but that’s okay. Everyone is being super nice to me. Braun was fighting Finn Balor, so the match didn’t really seem fair, but they were both really good wrestlers. Not even referring to their size. I thought Finn was going to lose fairly quickly, but it actually went on for awhile. Finn ended up winning, somehow.

He came backstage and found me right away.

“Hey you, what did you think?” he asked.

“You put on a really good fight. I am quite impressed.” I said nudging him.

“Well I am glad you enjoyed it. Follow me for a second.” He said, walking away.

I had to walk fast behind him because he was walking quickly and I do not have long legs. He led us to a dressing room.

When we walked in, Braun locked the door, my eyes got really big. Shit, he wasn’t wasting any time. He saw my expression and laughed.

“Don’t worry, I am just going to change real quick before we leave, if that’s okay?”

“That’s fine. I just haven’t been in one of your guys’ locker rooms before. They aren’t as fancy as I imagined.” I said. I was totally lying. I thought Braun was going to take me right here and now. I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed…

Braun laughed, “Yeah, they don’t always give us the shiny benches with the nice lockers and the gatorade bottles waiting for us. It is kind of a bummer.”

I rolled my eyes, “And you think you’re so deserving of all of that?!”

“I mean, have you met me?” He said, trying to show off.

As I was getting ready to open my mouth to respond, he pulls off his shirt. God damn. What was I going to say?

“Liking what you see?” He said, catching me stare.

I immediately looked away, “I mean, I am not going to lie to you. Yes. You look very good. And I don’t even mean that now just because you took your shirt off.”

“That is okay if you do, I am kind of a lady killer.” He said.

I think I about died of laughter. “A lady killer? Really? That is your go to line? Needs some work.”

Braun stuck out his bottom lip and pouted. He changed his pants real quick. He turned around so he wasn’t facing me. There was a mirror on the wall so it wasn’t completely private. Wouldn't you know that Braun doesn’t wear underwear with his combat pants? He has a really nice butt. I didn’t mean to look in the mirror (totally did, that was a lie) and I got a small glimpse of Braun’s dick. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. I needed to calm down. I was a mess, but I don't think he noticed.

He turned around after putting pants on, “I have a weird favor to ask you, if your willing.”

A favor, sure anything. Damn, I need to calm down.

“Sure, what do you need?”

“Can you by chance help me put these back in? I would do it myself, but I am feeling a little shaky and sweaty.”

Braun was holding out two piercings. Two fucking nipple piercings. Am I in heaven? Nope. Just Braun’s dressing room. Basically the same thing, right?

“Sure, you’ll have to guide me a bit, but I can do it for you.” I took the piercing from his hand.

“Okay, so I have a small tube of lube in my bag, it will make it easier to put in.” He said.

I went over and got the lube. I don’t know many people who carry lube around on the daily, but it’s kind of hot.

“You’re just going to put a little bit on the bar and then rub a little bit on my nipple.”

I listened to his instructions. Lube on the bar, and I put some on my finger and rubbed it around one of his nipples. Braun started to hold his breath, but his heart was pounding. I pretended not to notice.

The first one went in smoothly. I repeated the same with the second one. Lube on bar, rub his nipple, then I tried to put it in and a small hiss came from Braun’s mouth.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you!” I asked, beginning to panic.

“No you are doing fine, this one is just a little sensitive, that’s all.”

“Noted.”

I slid it in the rest of the way, ignoring the hissing sounds. Braun gathered the rest of his stuff.

“Ready to go?” He asked me.

“Yep, I will let you lead the way.” I said.

The suspense was killing me inside. Was he just going to drop me off at my hotel? Are we going to get some food? What is happening.

Braun led us back to the back door and he grabbed his rental car keys. We got into a big Cadillac and then he finally asked me, “So what hotel are you staying at?”

“I am staying at the New York Marriott at the Brooklyn Bridge. It isn’t too far from here.” I said, kind of bummed,

“Hey that is the same place they booked for us! I know exactly where to go.”

“Perfect.” you said. Now I don't even care if we do anything. Maybe I can be bold and and suggest we hang out for awhile?

It was a pretty quiet car ride. I didn’t mind.

Braun pulled up to the hotel and had the valet park it.

I just needed to get it out. We were in the elevator and no one has said anything yet.

“So do you want to hang out or something or are you pretty beat?” I asked.

That was good.

“I was just about to ask you if you wanted to do the same thing. My room?” Braun suggested.

“Yeah that’s fine, my friend and her “friend” might be in mine, so that works for me.”

“Perfect. No worries, I have my own room. And I am pretty sure everyone else is going out and partying tonight. So it’ll be pretty quiet.” He said.

We made it to the top floor and Braun pulled out his key card and opened his door.

“Do you care if I take a quick shower?” he asked, already beginning to strip towards the bathroom.

“Go for it, I will just wait here.” I said. I just sat on the couch.

“Or…..you could join me?” Braun suggested. “I have something here you can wear.”

I didn’t even give it a second thought.

I got up and ran into Braun’s arms and kissed him. I was expecting a rough kind of kiss, but he was actually being quite gentle. Until I started using my tongue to give the message I was trying to be the dominate one. Good one...

He carried me to the sink and ripped off my shirt, lips never separating.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked, taking a good look in my eye to make sure this is what I wanted.

“I have never been more sure about something before in my life.” Not even two seconds later Braun’s tongue was down my throat. His hands were searching up my thighs. He tried unbuttoning my shorts, but he was having some trouble. Braun took me over to the bed and laid me flat. He pulled my shorts right off.

He stepped back for a second, admiring the choice of lingerie I had on. I was so glad I had put it on today. I was wearing a black lace push up bra with a gray lacy thong.

“God, you are so beautiful. Look at all these amazing curves. I am going to make all of them feel good tonight baby.” Braun said in a really low, growly voice. That is all it took to make me soaking wet through my panties.

Braun came back over on top of you and started to kiss you again. But this time, all over. He was not kidding when he said he was going to make my curves feel good. No one has ever done that before. He started with your lips, then moved down to your neck. He found your sweet spot and sucked on it for a minute. Just hard enough to leave a slight mark. You found him then moving down towards your chest. He kissed down the valley of your breasts.

He picked you up so he could unhook your bra. He struggled for a minute with his big hands, but he got it and went right back to work. He started on your right nipple and you kept letting out little moans here and there, but I don't want to keep doing this and ruin all the fun.

Braun moved over to the left nipple and his hand began to trace my stomach and go down to my panties.

He stopped for a second, “Wow, is all of this for me? Already?” I did not want to admit that I was so wet already, but I can’t help it.

Braun and his tongue went back up between my chest, down my stomach and made it all the way to my panty line. If he keeps this up, I am going to get very impatient.

I felt a slight bite on the skin between my thighs, I flinched and realize that it was Braun taking of my thong with his teeth. Never have I ever been so turned on in my life before this moment.

Once my panties were gone, I spread my legs, hinting at what I wanted. Braun took his tongue and licked around my clit one time then stood up.

I whimpered and sat up to see what was going on.

“Come here.” Braun said, very demanding.

I got up and I stood in front of him, he pushed me to my knees.

“You are not in charge right now little lady, I am. Do you understand? I do not want any more begging. And since there are not any people around, I want you to be as loud as you can. Clear? ou scream my name.” Braun said. He was very clear. He has officially taken over, but I am okay with this. I just nodded.

“I said, are we clear?” He repeated in a deep dark voice.

“Yes, sir, you are very clear.”

I know exactly what he wants since he put me on my knees. I can see his dick trying to poke through his shorts. I put my hands at his waistline and looked at him, for permission. He nodded and I pulled them down and I was met with a very large, thick dick in my face. I couldn’t just let it hang there. I licked my hand and started stroking him, very slowly. I saw a wave of intensity go through his body. I then met his balls with my other hand and my mouth on his tip.

Braun grabbed a chunk of my hair and slowly started to go faster and faster. He didn’t care if I was gagging or not. After a few minutes of slowly getting into it, he was full force fucking my throat.

He was letting out many deep groans. All of a sudden, Braun stopped, helped me up, and led me to the bed. He had me sit on the corner and he got on his knees. He threw my legs wide open and held them as wide as they could go.

Braun’s tongue was teasing my clit, and I was groaning, hoping that he would do more. He then took the whole thing and put it in his mouth and sucked on my clit. I moaned so loud, if there were people in the room next to us, they would most definitely hear us right now.

I could feel Braun smile and he released my clit and started licking very sloppily around it again. I could feel that I was about to come.

“Bra- I- I thi- I’m gonna come.” I couldn’t get it out the feeling was so intense and taking over my entire body.

“Come all over my face baby” he said. Not even a second later that was all it took for me to come, but I could tell things were far from over.

Braun made sure to leave no juices behind. He then stood up and kissed me, so I could have a taste as well.

I stood up and pushed Braun on the bed. He had a very confused look on his face.

“I want to ride you.” I told him, already straddling his hips. It was a lot more challenging than I thought it would be, but I know I can do it, and it will be worth it. Braun just shook his head really fast.

As soon as my entrance was lined up with his dick, his head went straight back against the headboard. I started rocking my hips back and forth to get things going for him again, although by the feel of things, I did not need to do that.

I looked into Braun’s eyes and he nodded, giving me the okay to start actually riding him.

He did that part for me, rather quickly. He lined up his dick to my entrance and as I slid myself onto him, I could feel the way he was stretching me out. I let out a loud moan as I took him all the way in. Braun also let out a loud grunt.

I started out slow, to enjoy the pleasure. As I picked up the pace, Braun took ahold of my hips and was guiding them. I was moving my hips so fast I had to lean up against Braun’s chest and bury my face in his neck. He got more and more sloppy with the pace.

I sat up and looked at Braun, “I want you to take control. I am all yours.”

I got off of Braun and he told me to lie on my back on the bed. I listened to him.

Braun got off the bed and stood at the foot of it. He got his dick ready at my entrance again, making eye contact, making sure he had permission again to enter my body. When he did, Braun just rammed right into me. I screamed as loud as I could because it was so painful, but the more he did it, the more it turned into pleasure. He went in hard, but it was still going slow.

As he picked up the pace of things, his head was in my neck. I put my hands around his big shoulders, I couldn't help but dig my fingernails into his skin.

“Oh, I like it when you are rough with me. Keep doing that.” Braun said to me, still in my shoulder.

I couldn't even help it, the faster he went, the harder my nails dug, and I think I even made him start bleeding in one spot. There were definitely marks.

I couldn’t help but think of a fantasy of mine, that was also in my steamy dream the other night, that would be perfect for this moment.

“Braun, I want you to choke me.” I could not believe I got it out in one shot. Everything seemed like a blur.

He gave me a dark look. “You want me to choke you? Have you been bad? I think my back is bleeding. That means you are a very bad girl and I need to teach you a little lesson.”

“Y-yes Braun. Te-teach me a- a lesson.” I managed to get out.

Braun pulled out and I made a really loud whimper in protest.

“Flip over and put your ass in the air.” He said.

I was in the doggystyle position for a minute before Braun did anything. Before I had the chance to look back to see what he was doing, I all of a sudden felt a huge SMACK on one of my ass cheek. I screamed in pleasure, “YES Braun.”

He spread my cheeks and placed his dick at my entrance and slowly put it in, then took it out. I began to shake my butt to pick up the pace. Bad idea.

SMACK. Took a hit right to the other cheek.

I learned my lesson and shut my mouth.

Once I did that, Braun began to pick up the pace and all of a sudden I felt a hand around my neck. Braun was leaning on top on me so he could choke me, per my request.

It was such a sensation. I was breathing so fast, but my airway was limited. Braun wasn’t choking me very tight.

Out of nowhere, Braun picked up the pace to maximum speed and things were beginning to get very sloppy and his hips were jamming into your ass. He also tightened his hand on your throat.

“I need you to come with me, Princess. Can you do that? Can you come with me? I am almost- almost there…”

After a few more hard, sloppy thrusts, I could not wait any longer. “Okay- I- I am comi- coming” barely able to finish my sentence I was coming all over and down Braun’s dick. I could feel Braun coming inside of me as soon as I started coming. He let go of my throat. We both let out a huge scream as we released.

Braun plopped down on the bed and I fell down and laid there next to him. He pulled me into his chest.

It was silent for a few minutes, but it was just so we could catch up on our breath. That was the roughest sex I have ever had.

When our breathing finally calmed, Braun turned onto his side and looked right into my eyes then places the sweetest kiss on my lips. “I am going to put a very good word in for you because I would like to see you around more often. Maybe even take you out to dinner sometime, if you’d like.” Braun said.

“I think I would like that very much.” I kissed Braun again. This would never get old.

My phone started ringing. I jumped out of bed real quick and wrapped myself in a blanket. It was an unknown number, but I answered anyway.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is this Y/N?”

“Yes it is.”

“Hi Y/N, this is Leslie, we met earlier today. How are you? I hope you are not busy.”

“Nope! Not busy at all! Thank you for calling! What’s up?”

“I just wanted to call and tell you that everyone gave a good word for you today, and one particular stood out that caught my eye, Mr. Braun Strowman said I would be silly not to offer you a job. So I am calling to see if you would be interested in working with us here at WWE with hair!”

“Oh my gosh. Really? This means more than you know. Yes, I am interested and accept your offer!”

“Perfect I am so glad to her that! Can you start tomorrow?”

“Absolutely. I will see you tomorrow.”

I go back into the room and plop on the bed next to still naked Braun.

“Everything okay?” He asked seeming concerned.

I was so excited to tell him, “You won’t even guess what just happened. That was Leslie on the phone and she just offered me a job! I start tomorrow at SUMMERSLAM!”

He didn’t act as surprised as you were hoping,

“Wanna know a little secret? I already knew they were going to offer you that job.” He said with a huge smile.

I just shook my head at him, wrapped my arms around him, and kissed him.

Then a thought came to my head.

“You know, we never did take that shower…..” I said with one eyebrow raised.

Braun had the biggest smirk on his face. He sat up and got really close to mine and said, “I know, I was saving it for round two.”

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