#eyes.... ask me to show off......... ughhhh

[technicolorxsn]

okay so far the vibe I'm getting from Gideon the ninth is that the whole novel is "let's torture this lesbian"

[juletheghoul]

Solus

a/n: I am genuinely obsessed with Marcus Acacius and the thought of him being a gladiator and wanting nothing but you? Imagine? Ughhhh I just want him so bad 😩, please feel free to send in thots, requests, even just musings about him 💕 not beta’d and barely proofread!

Warnings; 18+ no minors, vague but big-legal age gap, piv sex, dirty talk, special contraceptive tea, girlie and her bestie gossiping about Marcus and his skills, body / breast worship, Marcus and girlie are really fucking into one another, very possessive of one another in the best way (reader is a slave so there is a power imbalance but so is Marcus), gladiatorial violence, nothing graphic- let me know if I missed any!

Pairing: Marcus Acaciusx F!Reader

word count: 3.3k

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She is short with you when you greet her back in the main house. There is a look in her eye, a nervous flitting about your form and it falls into place when she beckons you closer; it is worry.

“Did he hurt you? Was he rough in his taking of you?” She gestures to one of the other girls that attended her, calling for something while looking over the parts of you not covered by fabric. 

“No Domina, he was very gentle, mostly.” Head bowed in deference, you turn and show her that you are in fact whole, albeit pleasantly sore.

“Gentle? Truly?” She frowns, shocked but shrugs it off, “that is good, I was worried his brutality would land upon you. Did he spill inside you? I have had the tea made to prevent any issue from your union.” 

Memories flash through your mind as a cup of the aforementioned tea is placed in your hands of all the different ways he had filled you. Heat blooms in your cheeks at the feel of it drying on your inner thighs.

“Yes Domina, many times.” 

“Drink, I imagine you must be exhausted.” She sighs, watching as you gulp down the bitter mixture. “Take a rest and come back to me once you have slept a while and cleansed yourself of his lust.”

“Yes Domina.” You bow again, and head for your chamber.

-

He felt invigorated, despite the fact that he had gotten barely any rest. Her arousal was still smeared all over his cock, all over his fingers and the thought of him carrying her with him into the ludus where he lived and trained kept the smile plastered on his face. 

The other men were already up and training, honing their skills in hopes of advancing. He took his time making his way to his own training, taking a moment to himself to think about all the things he’d done to her, all of the sighs and whimpers he’d gotten out of her, the sweet moans that had burned themselves into his ears. Let himself imagine for a moment, the next time he’d win and ask for her, what other delights he could bestow upon her. 

Most of his brothers ignored him when he finally went out to train, the ones closest to him gave him a nod and he nodded back. With sword in hand, and the sun on his back, he put the softness of her skin and her pink, honeyed tongue away and focused. 

-

Cassia, your closest friend found you in the kitchens after having rested. 

“You must tell me everything!” her nails dug into your arm, her excitement a visceral, violent thing and you laughed at the way her eyes were as big as an owls. 

“Everything? What is there to tell? He took my virtue.” You smile to yourself, filing the tray with things for your Domina to eat while Cassia shook with excitement beside you. 

“Oh, is that all? The fiercest Gladiator asked for you as his prize and this is the answer you give me? And I called you friend!” She pouts, indignant at your lack of candor. Your mouth betrays you and you smile before shaking your head. 

“Very well, I will give you all of the details you desire. Ask me, and I will share.” With your full tray in your hands, you gesture for her to follow you and she does with a mischievous grin on her face. 

“What was it like? Was it terribly painful?” She held onto your arm, careful not to jostle your tray. 

“It stung, burned a little at first, but only at first. He made it quite enjoyable so by the end of the night it felt wonderful.” You sighed, remembering his face as you rode him just how he liked. 

“Was it big? His cock?” She blushed prettily, her pale skin going pink as a flower. 

“Yes, it was big, thick as well. I confess I did not think it would fit.” You laughed, and she giggled, going even more red. “He surprised me, for as much as we thought him a brute, he was very soft, sweet and affectionate. I enjoyed my time with him very much and I hope…” She raises her eyebrows, shocked at what you might say. 

“I hope that he calls for me again.” You press forward, defiant, and honest. 

“You wanton thing!” She laughs, delighted. “I pray to the Gods that my virtue may be taken by one as worthy, and as skilled since you are already begging for a repeat performance.” She laughs and you bump her shoulder with hers playfully, balancing the tray as she separates from you. She casts a wink your way before returning to her duties, and letting you tend to the Domina. 

She says nothing when you bring her the tray, and you fall back into your usual rhythm of servitude easily. 

Weeks pass, and the training in the ludus below intensifies as another game is lined up by your Dominus. There’s a craving within you now though, a new one that follows you around no matter where you go. That ache that he had built up in that stiff bed below with his fingers and with his tongue resurfaced every so often with an intensity you couldn’t understand. 

Whenever you saw him below, whenever you caught his eye, visions of him above you, below you—inside you filled your mind like wine filling a cup. Heat flooded your body, arousal collected at the mouth of your cunt and it was hard to focus on anything beyond the ghost of his filling stretch.

-

When the games finally came, you found yourself paying much more attention to them than you ever had before. Silently cheering for him and praying to all of the Gods that he would come out victorious, while secretly praying that he’d ask for you once more. 

There was yet another feeling now however, as you watched him make quick work of his opponents. A fear that settled low in your belly, deep in your heart as he took a minor blow that he would fall, that you would have to stand there and serve your Domina while watching him die. A shiver ran down your spine to imagine it. 

“Victorious again!” Your Dominus laughed, collecting coin from those who had bet against Marcus. It angered you, that they would bet against him. There was a curious sense of ownership battling for dominance amongst all your newfound feelings. He felt yours, and you felt his. So strange, considering it has only been one night, and there was no guarantee he’d been speaking the truth.

You tried to put it out of your mind as you made your way back home, focused on the tasks at hand and suppressed the hope swelling within when the Dominus called him forth once more. He did not keep you in suspense, his eyes found yours instantly, staring with open desire and your Dominus was quick to catch on.

“Shall I send her down with you once more? Would you not care for another girl? One yet untouched?” The master of the house gestured to others that served alongside you, and you didn’t fail to note the gleam of hope in some of them, in Cassia.

“No Dominus. I desire only her.” He smiled, eyes focused on your form and his heat engulfed you. 

“Very well.” He gestured to you and you obeyed, marginally happier than the first time. 

There was no preamble this time, as soon as you crossed the threshold of that room he was on you. His mouth claiming yours hungrily, his hands landing heavy on your backside. You smiled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. He smelled of blood, sweat and victory. 

“Gods above, how I have ached for you my sweet.” His hands grabbed at you, pawing at every bit of you he could reach while he mouthed at your neck, building the fires of arousal within you.

“I must confess, I have ached for you as well.” He groaned, biting at your ear. You pushed him away for a moment, guiding him to the basin to wipe the gore away from his skin. 

“Tell me.” His eyes were frantic, roving over you as though you might disappear if he did not watch you while he made quick work of divesting himself of his soiled armour. With a shy smile, you wring the cloth and set to cleaning the grime from his beautiful face.

“I have ached for you to fill me once more, to take me and give me the same pleasure as you did the first time.” You watched your hands as you worked, blood pounding in your chest and in your cunt to confess your secret thoughts. His fingers pinched your chin softly, guiding your eyes to meet his.

“Did you touch yourself, thinking of my hands?” 

His gaze was so intense, filled with such fire that you could barely move, could barely breathe under the weight of it. Memories of your self exploration in the nights leading up to the games filled your mind. 

“Yes, so many times.” 

Silently he took the cloth from you, making quick work of cleansing himself before discarding it and now he looked so much like he did in the arena, stalking, hunting you down like prey but it did not scare you. If anything, it only inflamed your passion, made your cunt drool its arousal onto your inner thighs. 

“Do you know that you have not left my thoughts since that night? Since before that, I cannot think of anything else. Just your face, your body, your smile—“ he pressed close enough that you had to tilt your face up to keep his gaze, swallowing thickly at his open desire.

With his eyes holding you still, he removes your tunic and his. His manhood is just as thick, just as heavy and stiff for you. It smears his own pearly want against the goose flesh spreading across your belly.

“How do you want me?” Tentatively, you caress his ribs, sliding up to feel the firm golden skin of his chest. 

“I want you in every way there is to want a woman.” He cuts the whimper from your mouth off with a kiss, his words, his touch; it bolsters you and you guide him to sit at the edge of the bed.

“Then I shall ride you, just as you like.” There’s a pretty flush on his cheeks, spreading down his neck and despite your limited experience, you feel like nothing short of a goddess lining him up and sinking slowly onto his cock.

His unabashed moan of pleasure helps with the stretch of his manhood.

“It feels so much better this time.” Your voice sounds different, wanton, confident. It does feel better, the thick pillar of his sex stretching you enough to make you whimper into his mouth.

He groans from deep in his chest, a rumble that makes your body heat from the inside out. Ever since that night you’d been dreaming of this, of having him want you again, fill you again and it’s so much better than your late night fantasies. With trembling thighs you roll your hips, grinding yourself against him, holding onto his strong golden shoulders for purchase. 

His hands grab onto your hips, squeezing at the flesh and guiding your movements. His breath comes out in small pants and there’s so much about him to admire it’s difficult to settle on just one aspect. His strength is obvious. Muscles honed with sword and shield ripple and cord under your fingers. The long line of his neck begs for your lips, beckons you to taste the salt that collects there and you do, drawing a surprised yet filthy sound from him. It spurs you on, your tongue traveling up to his ear to bite at the lobe. 

“Your tight little cunt is going to milk me dry.” You cannot help but smile, a victory of your own shining brightly within at the knowledge of how much pleasure he gains from your body. 

“I am ready, fill me again, I want to feel it deep inside me.” Your lips press against his, your arms wrap tighter around his neck to press yourself closer as you ride him quicker. His arms wrap around your ribs, holding you just as tightly, your nipples hard as pebbles against his chest as he all but bounces you on his cock. 

Sweat beads at his hairline, the effort of using you to fuck himself evident in the gorgeous flush in his cheeks. Your tongue slides across the plump of his bottom lip and he almost growls before offering his own. It’s vulgar, the way your tongues meet without actually kissing, the wet sounds of your joining, it all adds to the heat blooming in your spine. The tingling in your breasts, in your core and when he spreads his legs a little wider something shifts and he’s deeper. You cry out, begging, babbling at him to keep going, just there, please and he obeys. 

The pleasure is a hot dagger through your being, making you seize and squeeze him all the tighter, it is the catalyst for his own release and the spurt of him only adds to your experience. 

You catch your breath, panting while your body feels like a raw nerve, pulsing, clenching, pounding in sync with with your heart. His lips press against your neck, from the sensitive spot just below your ear down to the curve of your shoulder. His calloused hands rub at your back while your muscles loosen. 

You pulled his face up to kiss him once more, enamoured with the taste of his tongue and felt him smile into it. 

He needs time to recover, and so you lay in the bed next to him. Both of you naked as the day you were born. Your fingers trace mindless shapes onto his chest while his hands travel from the slope of your shoulder, down to the swell of your ass. 

“Why did you choose me?” His head turns at your question. “From amongst all the slaves, all of the women who serve in this house… why me?”

“Why? Because I desire you.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, you frown.

“You desire me? That is all? Do you not desire any other?”

“No, I do not. I have been in this house for years and while my body desires this-“ he grabbed at your ass, “it is not something I indulge in very often. I have watched you grow from a girl into a woman and you have wormed your way into my brain. I do not know why, but I desire you above all others.” He pulls your face up, pressing a kiss to your mouth. 

“And then once you had me? What did you feel then?”

“I felt joy, that you are sweet as well as beautiful. I felt gratitude that you feel desire for me as well, that you make me laugh, that you feel so good here in my arms… shall I go on?” He grins at the way you cannot hide your happiness, that the shy smile grows on your lips as he confesses and when you nod he pushes you onto your back and slips to slot himself between your legs. 

“I feel confident that I please you, I feel pride when your cunt gets wet for me. I love that you are adventurous and brave and willing to try all of the filthy things I want to do to you.” Your fingers twirl the strands of his hair as he dips his head to lick at your nipples. 

“I feel possessive of you, to know that no one touches you like me, no one else gets to taste your breasts, no one else gets to fill you the way I do.” His cock glides through the combined mess of your joining.

You hum as he worships you, smiling and preening under his words.

“I confess, I enjoy it, being the object of your desire. I was scared you would pick someone else.” Your legs hitch high on his hips, wrapping around to press against his lower back.

“Hmmm, did you now? Did it make you jealous? the thought of me giving this—“ he knotches himself at your entrance, pushing inside with a slow thrust, “—to someone else?”

“Yes—especially with how excited the other girls were for you to choose. One of them asked me what it was like, what you were like.” It’s slow, decadent the way he fucks you. He presses deep enough to kiss your womb before pulling almost all the way out, then presses deeply again. He does not speed up, he does not vary the pressure. 

“And what did you tell her?” His arms bracket your skull, anchoring himself so he can keep up his stamina.

“I told her the truth, that you made it feel so good, that your cock is so big, so thick, that I hoped you called for me again.” You moan the words into his mouth, meeting his thrusts with your own slow roll. 

“Not too big for you, nothing you cannot handle hmm? Nothing this perfect cunt cannot handle, my cunt—“ his words affect even him, his hips speed up, a wet, vulgar sound with every plunge ringing through the room.

“Is it mine?” He asks with a grin but all you can do is focus on how good it feels, how he hits that sacred spot within with every press. 

“Answer me, whose cunt is this?” He slides one knee up for purchase pulling inhuman moans from you.

“Yours, it’s yours, Gods above, don’t stop—“ your hand slides down to glide your fingers against your achy clit, slipping down first to feel yourself spread wide around him. 

It only takes a few delicious swirls before you’re clenching around him, fluttering with your orgasm while his hips move faster, groaning around the tightness of your climax while he chases his own end.

“Going to fucking fill you to the brim, going to be leaking out of you for fucking days—“ he crashes into his own pleasure, barely getting his words out before grinding himself deep enough to hurt, moaning unabashedly, loudly enough that half the house must have heard him.

He collapses onto you, his face pressed into the damp crook of your neck—his sweat soaked skin slipping against yours while you both catch your breath. Your legs wrap tighter around him, holding him inside. The sunkissed, freckly skin of his shoulders is warm under the press of your lips. His voice in your ear is soothing, the low hum of appreciation for the affection you freely give him, something you’re sure he hasn’t received in years. 

It takes him a few minutes to move but you don’t mind. The weight of him is welcome, he isn’t the only one starved for touch and he gives it just as freely as you do. He does not let you separate from him. Even as he falls asleep, you are wrapped up in his embrace. 

You admire him as he rests. The dark fan of his lashes, the silver strands of his hair, so fine between your fingers, the almost boyish purse of his lips. He does not wake when you press your mouth to his, he only tightens his grip, pulls you closer to him. You smile despite the conflict within, you want him to rest. His efforts in the arena are no small thing and with the way the night has gone he must be exhausted. 

Another desire burns within you as well though; that he’ll wake because of you, that before morning comes you will be just as full and pleasantly sore as the first time.

-

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[ssweeterthanfiction]

hiii! unfortunately english isn’t my first language so i’m sorry for the possible mistakes in here 😔 i actually adore your worksss and i can’t stop reading them!!!! so i would like to take a request with something like finnick and reader are like a married couple with kids (i feel like finnick is such a daughter dad yk) and there’s just a simple super fluffy day of their life yaysydyays thank you sososoosos muchh, have a nice day!!!!!🙏🏻

UGHHHH THIS IS SO CUTEEEEE (also thank you so much!! i love hearing that u like my work <333)

Sweet Nothing

finnick odair x fem reader (post-rebellion FINNICK DOESNT DIE HAHAHA)

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The sun peaked through the curtains, the soft warm golden glow enveloped the room. Slowly, you and Finnick both woke up.

Finnick smiles as he gazes at you with nothing be love in his eyes, "Good morning" he says, his voice rough with sleep.

You cuddle close to him, feeling the warmth radiating off of his body, "Morning.." you mumble sleepily.

He wraps his arm around you and tucks your head under his chin, "How'd you sleep angel?"

"Good.."

He smiles warmly, running his fingers through your hair, gently playing with the strands as you both lay there in comfortable silence for a moment.

"I could stay like this all day.." he whispers as he presses a kiss your forehead.

You smile, "I could too."

You both stay laying together for a little while, then you hear the quick little footsteps of your daughter.

"Mommy! Daddy!" you hear her call out from the hallway.

Finnick groans playfully, his lips curving into a smile. "I guess our little moment's over...we've been summoned."

You laugh sleepily and rub your eyes, "Looks like it."

Just then, the door of your bedroom opens, and there stands your little 3 year old daughter, Coralie. Her hair was sticking up all all different directions, she held her stuffed bear close and looked at you and Finnick with wide, sleepy, innocent eyes.

You both sit up, "Good morning baby" you say softly.

Instantly, her whole face lights up. She quickly runs up to the bed, her little feet padding against the floor. She climbs up onto the bed and clambers into your lap, still holding her stuffed animal tightly.

You smile and place a soft kiss atop her head, "You wanna cuddle with me and daddy for a bit?"

Coralie nods eagerly, looking up at you and then at Finnick with wide, innocent eyes. She yawns softly, her eyelids fluttering as she snuggles against your chest. You smile and lay back down on Finnick's chest.

Finnick wraps an arm around you, pulling her close. He rests his free hand on Coralie’s back, gently rubbing it in slow, soothing circles. The three of you lay in silence for a few moments, the only sound being the steady beating of Finnick’s heart and Coralie’s soft, sleepy breaths. Finnick closes his eyes and lets out a contented sigh, feeling completely at peace with the world.

A few minutes later, Coralie yawns loudly and starts to squirm out of your embrace.

"Looks like someone's ready to start the day" Finnick says, smiling.

You nod and yawn. "Make breakfast while I get her ready?"

"Course I will" he says as he untangles himself from the sheets.

After you put her in a pastel blue dress and tying her hair back into two pigtails , Coralie runs out of her room and to the kitchen where Finnick is making breakfast.

"Daddy! Daddy! Look!" she says happily.

"Hey there, princess," he says, his smile widening as he sees the pigtails in Coralie’s hair. "Did mommy do your hair?"

"Mhm!" Coralie nods enthusiastically and does a little twirl for him, showing off her new hairstyle. "Do you like it, daddy?" she asks, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Finnick nods, his smile growing even wider. "I love it, sweetheart. You look beautiful."

You smile at the sweet interaction.

Nothing could be better than this.

After a peaceful breakfast, Finnick stays home with Coralie while you run out to the market for some things for dinner.

When you come back home, you don't see them anywhere, but after hearing the laughter of Coralie, you check outside and find them having a tea party.

She’s dressed in a pink dress with a tiny crown on her head. Finnick, who's sitting crossed legged on a blanket, watches her with amusement as she pours pretend tea into her doll’s cup and then carefully pours some for him and her stuffed bear.

You take a few quiet steps toward them, not wanting to interrupt the scene. You love seeing Finnick like this, sharing this simple, beautiful moment with Coralie.

"Looks like I’m interrupting," you say softly, making your presence known as you stand by the garden gate.

Coralie immediately looks up, her face lighting up with excitement. "Mommy!" she shouts, jumping up to run toward you. She wraps her arms around your legs, beaming up at you. "Look, Daddy's drinking tea with Mr. Bear!"

You laugh and feel her tug you toward Finnick, with a gentle smile, you sit beside Finnick, your hand finding his. Coralie "pours" you a cup of tea and then gives you a princess crown, which you happily accept.

And when you look over at Finnick, he has nothing but love and admiration in his eyes.

You all spend the rest of the afternoon outside, laughing, smiling, enjoying each other's company.

And after dinner, you all sit together on the couch as a movie plays on the TV.

Coralie is nestled between you and Finnick, her head resting on his chest as she drifts off to sleep. Finnick’s arm is wrapped around her, and he looks down at her with an adoring smile.

"You know, she’s starting to look more and more like you every day," Finnick says quietly, glancing at you.

"She’s got your smile, though." you say softly.

Finnick chuckles softly, brushing a lock of hair from Coralie's face. "She’s got a bit of both of us. I’m proud of that."

You lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder as you watch the two of them. The simple quiet of the evening makes your heart feel full in a way that words can’t describe.

Neither of you thought you'd ever be here.

Neither of you thought you'd ever be able to have a daughter and not live in fear.

Neither of you could ask for more. This was all you both wanted. This was all you both needed.

"I’m so lucky to have you both" you whisper, your voice barely above a breath.

Finnick kisses the top of your head, his voice just as quiet. "Me too, angel. Me too."

(A/N: UGHHHH THIS WAS SO CUTE TO WRITE KJNSHSDKL)

[elliespassagerprincess]

super confident!ellie x really bold and forward reader at a party and they’re both just bored and the more ellie talks to reader the more shes stumbling over her words by how quickly she responds to ellie’s lines and ellie knows she’s fucked bc she cant stop thinking about the girl that she fucked at the party yayyyyy

Rose - (ellie williams x reader)

hi anon! i had so many ideas for this, i might make a part 2 because yes or ill make a different version ughhhh...i hope you enjoy it<3

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are open! send me your silly thoughts

warnings: sexual themes

Summary: in which she cant forget you

authors note: i submitted my application, lets see if i get accepted because i will lose my mind if i don't

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The smell of weed was the first thing that reached Ellie's nose when she walked into the house.

Mid term exams has had her stressed and she's barley been out. Whoever said college would be easy, lied because she's never been this stressed.

She needed to blow off some steam and what better way is there than to get blackout out drunk and to fuck a random girl she'll never talk to again.

It was too early in the night to make a move. She need to wait for the straight girls to get drunk, and for the overly emotional girls to come her way.

She sat on a couch scanning the room. So many victims, so many options.

Who will be the lucky girl tonight?

"You know its gross to eye fuck innocent people?" she heard a voice talk next to her.

A small frown appeared on Ellie's face when she turned to you.

Holy shit, who are you?

Her eyes scanned your body.... fuck

Maybe you'd be the lucky one

You noticed her staring and you rolled your eyes before saying: "Take your pervert eyes off me"

Oh you were feisty.

Ellie never had a problem with women. Most of them threw themselves at her, all she needed to do was say a few words and give them a small smile and they'd be moaning her name minutes later.

She was confident that she'll get you too. She just needed to pull out all the stops when it came to you.

Ellie chuckled at your comment "I'm not a pervert, I'm just checking to make sure you don't have a weapon on you?" she joked.

"What weapon? My strap on?" You snorted.

oh.

Ellie wasn't expecting that.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" you teased at her sudden silence.

Ellie shook her head quickly gaining her composure.

"Has anyone ever told you that you were pretty?" She quickly tried changing the subject.

You hummed "quite a few... has anyone ever told you that you suck at flirting?"

Now this made her jaw drop.

You didn't giggle like she expected, you didn't give her a shy smile.

What the fuck is happening?

"You're boring" you state, you got up and left.

You left the Ellie Williams speechless.

The longer the night went on the more her mind drifted to you. Her mission of finding someone to fuck ended as soon as you came into the picture.

She wanted you. She was on a mission to find you. But between all the people grinding up against each other she thought that would be impossible.

"Hey there loser" she heard your voice she immediately turned to you.

"h-hey" did she just fucking stutter?

"Did you find someone to fuck yet?" you asked she shook her head.

"Maybe we can..." Ellie went silent, too shy to finish her sentence.

She made two scissors with her hands and she made a scissoring motion "you k-know.... me and you"

You laugh at her. You fucking laugh at her.

"Don't be pathetic, use your words"

Ellie felt humiliated. Why were you telling her what to do? Normally she was the one giving orders. Ellie decided that its time to switch roles. She wanted to be in charge.

"Well lets go to the bathroom and ill show you what i can do"

"so you're saying im some kind of cheap fuck?"

"N-no i mean... i meant like-"

"see fucking pathetic"

Ellie was sweating, her cheeks were tinted in a dark shade of pink.

What were you doing to her?

You gently took her hand "show me where your dorm is" was all you said.

The rest was a blur to her.

Lips passionately touching each other, clothes flying off, your fingers in her. A tiny rose tattoo on your left shoulder. She's never cum so hard in her life.

After tonight she knew you fucked her over.

No one had made her this nervous, no one has ever made her finish this hard, no one had ever made her this submissive.

Who are you?

Ellie groaned when she heard her alarm go off. She rolled over to the side of the bed you were laying on, but you weren't there.

She opened her eyes to a cold empty bed.

"Fuck" she sighed.

She never got your name, she doesn't have your number, she doesn't know anything about you.

The memory of you on top of her, you moaning was all she could think about.

Fuck, how she just forget that? How could she forget you?

The only thing she remembered was the rose tattoo on your left shoulder.

"Fuck rose who are you?"

<3

[bloodyinkandquill]

Venomshank and child zombie Reader

ughhhh headache, but me and my sister are watching the season two finale of toh, it’s my fav show it’s her first time watching it, the collector is my favorite character, they’ve been my pfp on my main since king’s tide aired

- Venomshank can’t recall every person he’s turned, when he goes feral he cant recall those times and if he doesn’t have his mask on it leads to him later discovering a good amount of new zombies, so when he starts finding new zombies recently he doesn’t think much of it, he does feel bad for basically killing innocent demons but he is still a deity so he doesn’t truly feed that bad

- That changes though when he finds one zombie, cowering behind something watching him, eyes scared but also not quite understanding what’s happening to them, it was you, he knelt down to you and took of his mask to try and appear less scary

- He could tell you weren’t fully turned but turned enough, some of his zombies were brainless husks but on rare occasion the bite doesn’t work correctly and leaves them half themself half zombie, so he tries to gently explain to you what happened, you got infected by something and now you’re partially a zombie, your reaction is either scared and terrified or maybe a bit excited because zombies are cool

- He tells you that he can bring you to your parents if you have any, you say you don’t so he asks if you’d like to accompany him, internally he’s trying to make up for the fact that he bit a child, not really having anywhere else to go you agree, maybe he’s also filling a bit of a hole, he does miss when Sword was a kid

- Venomshank treats you incredibly kindly and gently, he does everything he can to stop the turning so you stay at the amount you are, he can’t cure you but he can stop you from turning further, he also figures out exactly what inside you turned, what organs no longer work, he finds you no longer breath but to some degree your heart still beats, it’s odd

- He cooks you food rich in vitamins and such especially vitamin D since you can no longer go in the sun, hope you like oranges! His cooking is actually really good, if not a little strange, but not bad since he’s already raised one mortal child he knows what they eat now

- Speaking of you get all of Sword’s hand me downs, clothes and toys, his old room, he of course also gets you new things as well, most of Sword’s stuff was donated anyways, but he also gets you teething toys, the zombie part of your brain really wants to bite any and everything so having teething toys instead of gnawing of furniture is good, if you bite him he doesn’t mind he laughs about it and takes a fake snap at you, you giggle and he makes sure to never actually bite you, worried it would finish the turning process

- Sword first meets you around three weeks later, he’s gotten very curious as to why his dad’s been in the mortal world so much recently so when he stops by his home to check in with his dad he sees you hiding behind the couch, at first he’s confused till he notices your rotted skin and understands, he also takes pity on you, slowly as Sword visits more, especially to take care of you when his dad can’t, you get closer, he basically becomes an older brother to you, which he sort of is since his dad is sort of acting as a dad to you

- Venomshank feels guilty a lot, he wishes he never would have gone feral without his mask and turned you, he feels like he ruined an innocent child’s life, you’ll never grow up and you’re not fully yourself anymore, when he thinks your not looking he throws pained glances your way because he wishes he could have done something more to help you, he doesn’t regret meeting you but he wishes he never had to

- Sometimes he has to go away for days at a time, maybe two weeks if he’s unlucky, he insures you have more then enough food and such and makes you promise to be careful, you always do, even pinky swearing to top it off, sometimes Sword will take care of you but for the most part you can take care of yourself, you usually just sleep a lot, or zone out, since you turned you do that a lot, sometimes you’ll zone back in to realize you were just standing in the kitchen for 7 hours straight, you just eat like 13 oreos, have some water, and go to bed

- Speaking of bed your sleep schedule doesn’t exist, sometimes you sleep for 2 days straight, which sort of terrifies him, sometimes you sleep through the day and are up at night, other times you have a regular routine of sleeping at night, you also take a lot of naps, you have less energy as a zombie and you also get bored a lot, he plays with you and does things with you to keep you busy which you appreciate greatly because it beats sleeping all day, though sleeping is nice, so is biting, biting galore

- The other swords do not know of your existence, he fears them seeing you as too weak or a waste of time so he keeps you secret, maybe Darkheart knows of you but the others just think he’s spending more time training his mentee, when in reality he’s caring for an eternally child demon, he knows eventually he’ll have to say goodbye, in one way or another you will finally pass on, but for the time being he has you and he can care for you, protect you when he couldn’t before, it’s bittersweet but he knows he just has to cherish the time he does have with you

ugh my fucking head help my headache is so bad ughhh, maybe i should put on my old glasses till i go to bed, i just need to figure out where they are, anyways hope yall enjoyed thanks for reading!

[yournightmary]

Imagine reader spending lotsss of time with Jesse as of late, Ellie is like oh my goddd he gets all the girls I want (from when she used to like Dina) but actually reader is just head over heels for her best friend and she’s been confiding in Jesse over it ): oblivious cuties

content warning:: fem!reader, thats all I think idk

AN:: This feels kinda rushed sorry:(

⇢ ˗ˏˋ You and Ellie became best friends the moment she stepped into Jackson. You were the one that showed her all the spots, explained all the jobs and even introduced her to everyone.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Then after a little get together you became a bit distant and she was so confused. Like did she do something and doesn’t remember it or what??

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Truth was- you realized you had a crush on her and didn’t want to fuck it up or spill it on accident.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ But she’s not that stupid. She saw that you started talking to Jesse more. I mean- you even dropped patrol with her and went with him. What the hell!!

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She talked about it with Dina, who had to act oblivious because she promised Jesse she wouldn’t tell Ellie that she knows the reason why you’re so avoidant.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ So when you were spilling your guts to Jesse, Ellie was doing the same to Dina. The two of them would totally meet up after and talk about how stupid and oblivious you both are.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Ughhhh and the worst part is that you both started thinking that the other has feelings for the person they’re confiding in.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ But then you got assigned patrol together… It was a little awkward and quiet at first, but after some time you managed some small talk.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She tried to pry a little and ask about you and Jesse but didn’t get an actual answer. You did the same about dina and the result was the same.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ After you both came back to Jackson it was somehow even more awkward than before. You didn’t even know why, it just was.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Dina and Jesse got fed up with it. Not about the fact that you both were confiding in them, but because you just were so oblivious to each other feelings that it actually pained them.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Jesse tricked you into meeting up together. he told you that it’ll be just you and him but surprise, surprise- it was just you and Ellie.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Honestly, the moment she saw you she wanted to turn around and run away. But she didn’t.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She was not only angry at Dina for setting her up, sad from the thoughts of you and Jesse but also nervous just because it was you.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ You both decided that it’s time to finally talk things out and headed to her little cabin. She didn’t even let you speak (as she does) before yapping your ear off about how she’s totally fine with you liking Jesse and how she was confiding in Dina about you.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ You literally just stared at her deadpan until she stopped talking, her eyes already teary and her bottom lip trembling. It was hard for you to not laugh from the anxiety but also because of how oblivious you both were.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Then you told her your part of the story, you both laughed it off and started dating. Good ending.

arcane s2 combined with school is making me want to cry

[warnadudenexttime]

Roman, groaning: UGHHHH!

Virgil:

Roman: I SAID UGHHHHH!

Virgil, taking off his headphones: Okay, Roman, I get it. What do you want?

Roman: Thank you~ Ugh, I’m just so annoyed! Today is Logan’s week to decide movie night!

Virgil: You know we wouldn’t do a weekly rotation for movie nights if you didn’t rig the votes everytime we tried to-

Roman: HE’S PROBABLY GOING TO PICK ANOTHER LAME EDUCATIONAL DOCUMENTARY!

Virgil: I will agree with you on that, they- are… really boring.

Patton: Aw, come on guys! Be nice! If it’s what Logan wants then we all have to watch, it’s his turn!

Virgil, shooting a glare: You fell asleep 5 minutes into the 3 hour movie on parakeets last month!

Patton: RAINFOREST NOISES MAKE ME SLEEPY! I CAN’T HELP IT!

Logan, walking in holding a DVD: Ah, I see you are all “pumped up” as they say, likely for movie night?

Roman, looking up: Uh-

Virgil, looking down: Er-

Patton, mumbling: Please don’t ask me to lie-

Logan, frowning: Well, luckily for you three then, we aren’t watching the ‘Exploring the History of Cryptids in Europe’ documentary I did have planned for this week.

Virgil: Well, now- that one sounds pretty cool-

Logan: We will instead be watching the Disney classic, “Cinderella.”

Patton and Roman: Yay!

Virgil, pointing a finger upwards: I think- we should really revisit that cryptids documentary idea- actually-

Logan, handing out papers to the others: But of course, due to its lack of educational content you all will be completing a worksheet on the movie.

Roman, grabbing the paper with force: A WORKSHEET?! I get you’re a teacher but this is overstepping it don’t you think??

Virgil, reading one of the questions: “Do you foresee the economic collapse of the prince’s kingdom in the future? Argue why or why not in a short answer format?” Wow this is… this sucks.

Patton, staring at the paper: Were we supposed to study for this- I moved out Thomas’ memories of Cinderella to make more room for celebrity crushes-

Logan: Hm? Study? No. You should be filling out these questions as we watch the film, but I suppose afterwards we all can go over the worksheet if you prefer.

Virgil, eyes widening: Share my answers with the whole group? What if my answer is wrong- what if my voice cracks- what if-

Roman, shaking the paper in the air: Why the hell do we have to fill out a worksheet! This is movie night! It’s about having fun!

Logan: Well, you all wanted something “non-educational” and to work around copyright laws, the only way teachers are allowed to show films in that nature is to mandate a worksheet along with it. So. If anything you’ve done this to yourselves.

Virgil:

Patton:

Roman: WHAT COPYRIGHT LAWS?! WE LIVE IN A GAY MAN’S F-CKING HEAD?! JUST LET US WATCH THE MOVIE!

[imaniwriting]

Hi, I think u said that some requests like got deleted or smth. anyway I had a request where it’s Rafe x reader and like he has to leave for a meeting that’s last minute and he was like hanging out with his girlfriend, the reader, and his friend and like he pulls him into another room and gets SUPER overprotective. saying stuff like ‘she gets a scratch, she catches a fever, anything happens I’ll kill u’. I saw it in another tv show and ughhhh 😩😩😩 anyway maybe the reader gets hurt or smth, idk u can add a little bit of ur own twist 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 thx

(Love overprotective!rafe)

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 (Request are open)

Warnings : overprotective!Rafe, swearing, topper and kelce being a bad influence (let me know if i missed any)

Summary : when Rafe leaves to take care of business he makes it clear not to get you hurt.

Genre : mostly fluff

You were currently at the beach with Rafe and his friend’s topper and kelce. You were trying to learn how to surf by the help of Rafe but let’s just say you are not a fast learner.

“Fuck they calling me for.” Rafe asked himself while picking up his phone when it started ringing you guys were currently having a break and sat at the beach bar.

Rafe had his arm wrapped around your waist, glaring at any boy who stared at you too long. He knew he shouldn’t have let you leave with the tiny bikini you had on. But he promised he could fight if it came to it.

“What do you want Barry im busy” he said in an harsh tone annoyed. His eyes scanned you while Barry was talking on the other line he rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath before replying “I’ll be there”

You were obvious to the and still were eating your burger he had bought for you. “Baby, I gotta go i’ll see you later i need to take care of something” he said with a bitter tone to his voice he didn’t want to leave you in the first place.

You looked up at him in confusion “what why?” You asked. “I don’t know Barry told me he needed me stay away from the water till i’m back I won’t be long” he said getting up from his chair.

You nodded and he kissed your lips before handing you his credit card “ if you want to buy anything else do that just don’t go into the water without me” he said making you grin “don’t worry baby is won’t” you reassured him before he abruptly turned to topper and Kelce.

“I swear to god if anything happens to her, a cut, a bruise i will kill both of you slow and painful” he whispered in a low voice so that you couldn’t hear him. He then turned to you smiled and walked over to his car.

Soon after you had finished eating and went back to your towel. Closely followed by topper and kelce. “Damn I really wanted to keep on surfing.” You said sitting down on the towel. Topper shrugged “you can.” He said making you shake your head “rafe told me I should stay away from the water till he’s back.” You explained.

“So what he’s your dad now or what? You can do whatever you want” said kelce making topper nod. “For real though he wont even know.” He tried to convince you which worked rather fast. “Maybe one wave wont hurt.” You said standing up with the surf boat in your hand.

Topper nodded and walked with you to the shore. “Here we go” you whispered to yourself. Before running into the water. You stepped on your surf board that Rafe had customized for you when he heard you wanted to learn how to surf.

But before you could prepare for the wave it hit you knocking you off the surfboard but your eye hit the edge of the surfboard making you yelp before hitting the large body of water.

Topper and kelce saw that and panicked quickly running in to get you before contemplating whether they should tell Rafe or not. You were already sat back on your towel with an ice pack. “Dude if we tell him he’ll kill us!” Said Kelce while staring at you you found the whole situation rather amusing. “It’s not that deep kelce why are you so on the edge?” You asked laughing not knowing what rafe had told them before he left.

“Look y/n when he comes just act normal and act like you are just hot thats why you have the ice pack.” You shrugged and nodded not caring really.

Not long after Rafe made his way over to you who was eating an ice cream. He smiled before noticing the dampness of your hair. He looked at the surf board and realized that it was also wet.

“Hey baby,” he started but stopped when he saw the ice pack on your face. His relaxed expression was quickly replaced by anger. “What happened?” He asked grabbing your hand and gently removing the ice pack only to reveal a bruised eye.

His eyes snapped to topper and kelce who were rubbing their necks trying to ignore the stare he was sending them. “Let’s have a talk shall we guy’s?” He asked with fake enthusiasm while grabbing their arms.

Let’s just say that day topper and kelce returned with two bruised eyes.

[ermmdoitforfun]

　　　　　　　　 𝑾𝒆 𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏

�� 𝑺𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔.

⋆☆　colby brock x ex!reader

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆　warning : cussing , mention of death , angst to fluff , Colby being an asshole in the past , etc. ( let me know if I miss anything, loll )

•❣•୨୧　wc : 2.2k

-ˋˏauthors note : hello! This is my first post! I don't mean any hate towards Malia, I love her she's such a beautiful soul and a loving person. I have nothing against this beautiful lady. This is all just a story. I'm so sorry if this is short! I hope you enjoy! DONT ASK FOR PT 2!!!!

"Happy birthday!!!!!" The sun bloomed in the room as Katrina pulled the curtains away from the window of Y/n's room, flooding the space with warm, golden light. Y/n squinted against the brightness, feeling the sudden rush of energy that came with the new day, but all she wanted was to sink deeper into her cozy white fluffy bedsheets. "Kat, close the curtains!" she groaned, annoyance creeping into her voice as she buried her head under the covers, hoping to escape the reality of her birthday for just a few more minutes. The cheerful chirping of birds outside contrasted sharply with her desire for peace, and she could hear Kat's laughter as she playfully teased her about the big plans they had for the day. "Come on, you have to get up! Your hair appointment is in 20 minutes, so get moving!" Kat said, striding over to the end of Y/n's bed, playfully yanking the covers off. "Ughhhh, what time is it?" Y/n mumbled, squinting her eyes against the harsh sunlight streaming through the window, trying to make sense of her surroundings. "It’s currently 2:30," Kat replied, a teasing smile on her face. "What!?!?! Already?" Panic set in as Y/n scrambled off her bed, her heart racing. She dashed into the bathroom, her mind racing with thoughts of how she was going to get ready in time. "How long have I been sleeping?" she shouted over her shoulder, toothbrush in hand, as she brushed her teeth furiously, the minty foam spilling slightly as she tried to multitask. "You didn't go to bed until like 5 in the morning because you were drunk," Kat laughed, stepping into the bathroom beside Y/n and starting to comb her hair with deft strokes. Y/n yelped, caught off guard by the sudden tug at a knot in her own hair. "Kat, ouch, that hurt!" she exclaimed, turning around to rub her head, her eyes wide with surprise. "Oh, stop being a baby," Kat shot back, a playful glare on her face that made Y/n roll her eyes. As Y/n turned back around to focus on her routine, she couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of the morning’s chaos. "Okay I'm done, let's get going." She told Kat as she left the house with her pajamas on.

Fast Forward.

Arriving at the salon, Y/n settled into the chair, excitement bubbling within her as the stylist began to work on her hair. After what felt like both a fleeting moment and an eternity, her hair was finally done, now bursting with a new color. The highlights she had longed for were finally revealed after five months of waiting. "I love it so much, thank you, Vivian!" Y/n exclaimed, her smile wide as she paid and made her way out of the salon. After what seemed like hours, Kat and Y/n finally arrived back at their apartment, getting ready for Y/n's big 26th birthday party. "Does this look better or does this one?" Y/n asked, lifting up two stunning white dresses—one with a daring low cut and the other a stylish tube top with flares at the bottom. "I think you should go with the second one; it looks cute on you and really shows off your curves," Kat replied with a playful wink, causing both of them to burst into giggles. "Oh be quiet," Y/n rolls her eyes in a playful manner before continuing her duties. The two were talking, singing, dancing, laughing every moment of the way until Kat brought up something, Y/n wasn't expecting. "Colby is going to be there with Malia tonight." Y/n paused her laughing and looked at Kat. "Oh." Was all she responded with, Y/n looked down as she remembered the broken soul that was left alone to heal by Colby Brock himself.

"You know what, fuck you! Fuck you and your dead fucking parents!" Colby screamed, throwing a portrait of them onto the floor with a crash. "Colby, stop!" Y/n cried out in horror, her tears flowing as she begged him to calm down. "You're not making any sense!" She dropped to her knees, feeling the weight of the misunderstanding pressing down on her. Colby had come home filled with so much hatred and anger that it left Y/n completely confused. Why was he so upset? "You wanted to go online and talk shit about me to MY FUCKING FANS!??!?! HOW DOES THAT MAKE ME FEEL, Y/N! HOW DOES THAT MAKE ME FEEL!?!?!" Colby screeched, his voice echoing with pain. Y/n's heart sank as she finally understood. She recalled the live stream she had done the night before while Colby was away with Sam, Corey, and Jake. "Baby, it wasn't like that, I promise. Some of your fans just asked if I would ever cheat on you, and I said no. But then some mixed up my words, my love!" Y/n stood up, her tone now furious. She couldn't believe he would choose to believe them over her.

"Y/n?" Kat called out, breaking through Y/n's thoughts. "You're spacing out."Oh, sorry... I don't know if I wanna go anymore," Y/n whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. "Why? How come? It's just your birthday," Kat replied, concern lacing her tone. "I know... but seeing him... it just reminds me of the things he said in the past." Y/n fidgeted slowly, the memories swirling in her mind. They'd been broken up for two years now, but the hurt from his words still stung like it was yesterday. She knew Colby was dating a new girl now... one of her best friends, well, ex-best friends. After the breakup, Colby had gone online and spewed lies about her, tweeting that she had slept with someone and other nonsense. Y/n felt the pain wash over her again. She had received death threats, her address was leaked, her phone number, too, and even her childhood home was exposed to the public eye. It was terrifying; she was stalked and almost hurt by a crazy fan of his. Yet, somehow, Y/n chose to forgive him for his actions, but not for the hurtful words he had thrown at her. To protect herself, she blocked Colby and Malia. But after they got together, Malia started shaming Y/n publicly, calling her a two-faced runt when all Y/n ever did was support both of them. It felt like she could never get her point across to the world. She had to keep her mouth shut and watch the people she loved torment her through social media and society. "Let's get going, it's almost 9:30," Kat said, and Y/n just nodded, feeling distant. The whole car ride was a blur; she didn't say a single word until they arrived at the house she once lived in. As Kat parked the car and they stepped out, they walked through the front door, and a chorus of "Happy Birthday!" erupted around her. Y/n felt her lips curl into a smile, the warmth of their greetings washing over her. "Awe, thank you guys," she said, moving to hug everyone, even Colby and Malia, who were there too. Pushing past her traumas, she forced herself to embrace the moment. "Thank you, everyone, for coming and celebrating my 26th birthday!" she exclaimed, and the crowd cheered, "Let's party!" The house was alive with loud music, but it all faded when she noticed Colby approaching her, while Malia chatted with Kat and the other girls. "Y/n?" Colby spoke, and she turned to face him, the blue-eyed man she once adored. "Oh, hi Colby," she smiled, turning back to pour liquor into shot cups for everyone. "I wanted to apologize," Colby began, and Y/n felt her heart race. "Colby..." she stopped, feeling the weight of his words. "It was wrong of me to do the things I did to you after our breakup," he explained.

"There's no need, it's in the past, Colby. We're fine now, aren't we? You're happy again, and that's all that matters," Y/n said, lying through her teeth. "You're lying," Colby replied, and Y/n felt her heart sink. She stopped and looked down, knowing that Colby could see right through her. Of course he would know; they dated for four years, a relationship that had transformed into a series of complete misunderstandings. "I messed up and I know I did. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. I shouldn't have spoke about you in general online even after our break up. I shouldn't have believe in the things that my Fandom were saying, I shouldn't have believed it from the start. I'm sorry that I caused you so much pain and agony." Colby apologized as Y/n sat there, tears streaming down her face. "I hate you," was all she could manage to say. "I hate you," she repeated, her voice trembling as she hiccuped, tears rapidly falling. "Y/n..." was all Colby could say in response, feeling helpless and unsure of how to comfort her. "I hate you, I hate Malia, I hate everyone because you ruined my life, Colby." The pain in her voice was palpable, each word cutting through the air like a knife, revealing the depth of her hurt and betrayal. "I had to deal with people leaking my house address, my phone number, even stalking me. I had to deal with the constant death threats from your fans. I had to deal with so much of you and Malia's bullshit when all I ever did was love both you guys and cherish you both. Hearing the news spread out that you got with Malia and Malia backstabbing me hurts. What even hurts more is the man I loved ruined my expectations on a man. You made me live in misery, you made me hate myself, you made me want to just jump in a ditch. What makes you think I would forgive your words?" Y/n continues to cry as she wipes her tears. Colby stood there, stunned. He couldn't believe that the girl he once loved had to deal with so much misery just because of him. So what makes it seem like he gets to be happy and you don't?

"I'm sorry," was all he could reply with. "I'm so sorry, Y/n. I'm the worst and I take full responsibility for my actions and the words I spoke to you." He apologized again. "What hurts more is what you said that night... it haunts me to this day knowing that you wished upon my parents' death. It hurts like hell. I loved you, I cherished you, I supported so much of your goals to the point I even went out of my way to come support you across the country." Y/n hiccuped, wiping her tears again. "Why did you do it?" she asked, looking up as Colby stood there watching her bloodshot, puffed eyes from the massive crying. "I was so mad. I was mad. I didn't understand it. I didn't understand the consequences that would set you and I here again. I hated you so bad because I believed every single word that my fandom spoke about you. I was just fuming at that moment. I'm sorry that I affected you in so many ways, baby." Colby said, and Y/n just shook her head. "You can't call me that, Colbs..." she responds, and Colby's heart broke when he heard the nickname that used to roll off her lips so easily. "Baby, I'm so sorry," he repeated, wrapping his arms around her. "Stop calling me that. Malia is going to get mad." Y/n wiped her tears again as she playfully yelled at him. "Baby." Colby attempted again, and she shot back, "Shut the fuck up. I'll shove something up your ass if you don't shut up." Y/n pulled away, and he winked, "You love me." She rolled her eyes just as Malia walked up. "Y/n, I'm sorry for what I said to you. I'm so sorry. Colby and I are so sorry." She kept repeating it, and Y/n just chuckled. "Malia, it's fine. I understand. Now let's stop being so ughh and let's have fun. It's my birthday; we can't be all so sappy!" Y/n screamed at Malia, who exchanged a smile with Colby. Maybe it was right after all. It was a reminder that even amidst the chaos, there was still joy to be found.

[writhyv]

⋆｡°✩ [ch.4] for when you know me

Songs on the charts, sold-out shows, the kind of career most musicians dream about—everything’s perfect. But success doesn’t fill the emptiness. And then, just when you think you’ve moved on—there he is. Your past, standing in front of you like a love song you never finished.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ pairing — park jongseong x male!reader

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ word count — 2.2k

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ tags — male reader, jay x reader, estranged exes to lovers, famous singer!reader because we're built like that, is this angst? i have no clue, memories of your past together just hits hard ughhhh, jay has a new lover omg the drama-mama-mamah, you are dramatic as hell but we love you for you, you are insane to still think of him, i understand though you are in love with jay we see each other WE SEE EACH OTHER, more to come!

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ warning + notes — use of male pronouns, has some implied relationships, swear words, mentions and use of alcoholic substances, author's interpretation of the people in this fic might not reflect them irl, story update lengths may vary~

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ way back into love : the full masterlist

The studio smelled like overpriced candles and desperation—vanilla and bergamot masking the stale coffee and exhaustion clinging to the air.

You slumped in the vocal booth, headphones pressing into your skull once more like Atlas' hands around your throat. Your forehead was drenched with nervous sweat as you stared at the lyric sheet through blurry eyes.

"Again," the producer's voice crackled through the intercom, not looking up from his screen where waveforms pulsed in hypnotic patterns. "From the bridge. And this time, I need you to feel it."

“Again?” You tried to retort.

“Don’t you dare. We’ve barely got any material.” The rude operator just kept on going.

You wanted to scream.

Instead, you closed your eyes and sang the same hollow lyrics for the seventeenth time that day, your fingers twitching against your thighs with each forced note.

"I don't need your love, I don't need your touch—"

A lie. Every word.

With every inch of her might, she pushed the heavy studio door to crack it open. Ariana Grande slipped in like sunlight through storm clouds, her quaint dress complimenting her petite frame.

The scent of her perfume momentarily cut through the studio's stale air as she caught your eye through the glass and mimed playing a small violin—her signature this is torture face, complete with exaggerated pout.

You choked back a laugh that threatened to turn into something more fragile.

"Break time!" she announced, marching in before the producer could protest. Her manicured fingers plucked the headphones off your head with practiced ease, the sudden absence of pressure making your ears ring.

“For real?” You asked.

"Come on, superstar. Five minutes won't kill your track." She winked. "Unless we're aiming for that post-crying vocal texture?"

“That’s a you thing.”

“Blah blah, just get outtt~”

The second you were out of earshot, she shoved a matcha latte into your hands. The cup was still warm, condensation beading on the cardboard sleeve.

“You got this from Mira?” You asked, hesitating at first as you received the cup.

“I’m appalled.” She muttered under her breath. “I know your blend. I’m a Grande, if that helps.”

You rolled your eyes as you rolled with her puns and so.

It was as if a lifetime ago when you were only dreaming of getting tickets to one of her shows. Now, you were rubbing elbows with one of the industry’s finest. You could say it was one of the perks of being an artist, to get a glimpse of those who really have inspired you since the beginning.

As for why she’s here, it’s complicated. At one point you babbled to a bunch of staff people that you’d die to get your favorite artists on your next album, projected by almost any stat person to be a Grammy nominated album at minimum.

Atlas heard, and Atlas gives. You could say you were thankful for them being greedy to get someone as Grande. It was a dream come true made reality for you.

"Breathe," she murmured as she sat on one of the round chairs, her usual bubbly persona dropping for a rare moment of sincerity as she studied the dark circles under your eyes.

You took a grateful sip, the familiar bitterness grounding you as it burned your tongue. "They're gonna fire me."

Ari rolled her eyes so hard it looked painful, leaning against the leather couch that had seen brighter days. "Please." She flicked your forehead lightly, her diamond ring catching the studio lights. "Atlas would sell their firstborn to keep you."

When you didn't smile, she nudged your knee with her own. "You're their only cash cow this decade, and we both know it. Remember Tokyo?"

The memory surfaced—Dior's store opening, the two of you hiding in a dressing room with smuggled champagne, laughing until your stomachs hurt about all the industry nonsense.

That had been...what? Eight months ago? It’s a crazy world to be an artist in.

The studio door cracked open again. Mira hovered in the doorway, her tablet clutched to her chest like a shield. The fluorescent hallway lights backlit her frazzled bun. "Uh...sorry to interrupt, but—"

Ari waved her off without looking away from you. "Five more minutes, Mira. The man's about to have an aneurysm." She gestured to your white-knuckled grip on the latte cup, where your nails had left crescent moons in the cardboard.

Mira hesitated, biting her lip hard enough to leave marks, then stepped fully inside. The door clicked shut behind her with ominous finality.

"It's...it's really urgent. Mr. M's waiting upstairs. He said—" She cut herself off, glancing nervously at Ariana, her fingers tightening around the tablet.

Ari raised one perfectly arched eyebrow but didn't press.

“Ah. Him again?”

“It’s always him.” You sighed.

Looking at you, she squeezed your shoulder, her touch warm through the thin fabric of your t-shirt.

“Have you been working out?” She blurted.

“You know I do—”

"Go," she murmured, just for you. "We'll pick this up later."

As you stood, she added quietly, "And text me if you need an alibi. I've got a great story about a karaoke bar and three backup dancers ready to go."

“Wait, three?”

“It’ll be five if you agree on a time today.” Ari winked with mischief.

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The elevator ride to the executive floor felt like ascending to the gallows. Each passing floor number blinked accusingly, the mirrored walls reflecting your tired expression back at you from infinite angles.

You fixed your hair with trembling fingers, tucking the loose strand behind your ear, but it was a losing battle—you looked exactly like what you were: exhausted.

Mr. M's office was all sharp angles and cold light—floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Manhattan that did nothing to warm the space, a massive oak desk that probably cost more than your first car, its surface polished to a mirror shine.

He didn't stand when you entered, just gestured to the chair opposite him with the gold-plated pen in his hand, the overhead lights glinting off his Rolex.

“New watch?” You flick your gaze to his wrist, smirking. “Let me guess—gift from HR after they finally capped your sexual harassment complaints?”

The air conditioning kicks on. Or maybe it’s just the ice in his stare.

“Cute.” He doesn’t blink. “You’d need a personality to weaponize before it’d land, though.”

You lean in, sugar-venom sweet: “And you’d need a dick to compensate for before I’d care.”

His knuckles whiten around his coffee cup. There it is—the crack in the armor. You file it away for later. Also, you killed that delivery though.

"Sit."

You remained standing, your back straight despite the ache between your shoulders.

“Difficult artists…” Mr. M muttered rather underhandedly as he slid a tablet across the desk with one finger, the movement precise and controlled.

The TMZ article glared up at you—grainy but unmistakable, the timestamp reading 3:17 AM in the corner.

You and Jay in that diner booth, his hand hovering near yours like he couldn't quite help himself, the neon sign casting both of you in pink light. The headline burned your retinas:

ATLAS’ GOLDEN ACE SPOTTED WITH MYSTERY MAN! Insiders say the late-night meeting has Atlas execs "concerned"

Mr. M tapped the screen with his pen, circling the title with the sound so crisp it nipped at your ear.

“I’m taking it their talking about you?” You tried to lighten the mood. “You do look ‘concerned’.. time isn’t kind to those like—”

"You’d do well to quit the quips and explain, boy." Mr. M huffed.

You kept your voice level through sheer willpower.

"An old friend."

Oh, joy.

"An old distraction," Mr. M corrected, his Italian loafers hitting the carpet as he leaned back, the leather chair creaking under his weight. "Do you know how much we've invested in you? Your image? Your brand?" His fingers steepled, the diamond pinky ring catching the light.

"Jongseong Park—former law school trust fund kid, now what? A music theory professor?" He scoffed, the sound dripping with disdain. "How...quaint."

He didn’t have to force that into your throat, the bitter fact that Jay made such a decision.

Just for the sake of you, needing no confirmation from him.

You knew Jay would do anything for you, but it still ached you. Ached your heart.

He really loved you that much, and you felt undeserving of all of it.

Your nails bit into your palms, the pain the only thing keeping you grounded. "He’s a respectable professor at NYU."

"Exactly." Mr. M's smile was all teeth, the kind that never reached his eyes. "And you're here. In the big leagues." He stood abruptly, circling the desk with slow, measured steps.

You couldn’t help but shoot a glare at the man before you—but what of it?—you’re stuck in this golden pit he’d call his home.

"We own your voice. Your face. Your story." His hand landed on your shoulder, heavy as a shackle. "And your story doesn't include some washed-up law school dropout playing teacher."

The words hit like a slap, each syllable a hammer blow to your ribs.

"Damage control," Mr. M continued, straightening his cufflinks with a practiced flick of his wrists. "Rolling Stone next week. You'll say he's … consulting on new material." His smile turned razor-sharp, the kind that promised consequences.

He inched a bit closer to you, much to your disdain.

"You'll smile when you say it."

—

The last student trickled out of the lecture hall, the door swinging shut behind them with a hollow thud that echoed through the suddenly empty space.

Jay slumped against the piano, his fingers absently tracing the keys without pressing down—a habit he'd picked up after quitting law school, when the weight of his parents' disappointment still sat heavy on his shoulders and the only comfort was the familiar topography of black and white ivory.

The late afternoon sun’s rays slanted through the high windows of Steinhardt, painting the hardwood floors in gold. Dust motes danced in the beams, swirling around sheet music left abandoned on stands. The air smelled like rosin and old books, with the faintest hint of lemon polish underneath.

Jay closed his eyes, exhaling slowly. The lecture had gone well—better than well, actually. His students had been engaged, asking thoughtful questions about modal interchange that showed they'd actually done the reading. It should have felt like a victory.

Instead, all he could hear was your voice cracking on that diner's cheap speakers last night, singing words you'd once whispered against his skin like secrets.

"Professor Park?"

Jay turned, expecting another eager undergrad with questions about their midterm or perhaps the department secretary with paperwork.

Instead, Naomi stood in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the sunlight streaming in from the hall.

Her crisp navy blazer was wrinkled from travel, her usually impeccable ponytail slightly askew. A rolling suitcase stood at her side, its wheels still damp from New York's unpredictable spring showers.

"Surprise," she said softly, her heels clicking against the hardwood as she approached. The sound was measured, precise—like everything Naomi did.

Jay's stomach dropped. She wasn't due back from Washington until tomorrow. He'd planned to—well, he didn't know what he'd planned.

Clean the apartment, maybe. Buy flowers.

Pretend last night hadn't happened.

“You could’ve called me.” Jay forced a smile on his features. “Feeling alright?”

There were no words—nothing but silence that only drowned their presences together. There was no way to measure the volume of how deafening it was.

Naomi’s gaze did look longer as she always did, slowly leaning in as she reached into her briefcase, her movements deliberate.

The leather creaked as she pulled out a folded tabloid, sliding it across the piano lid without a word. The paper made a soft scraping sound against the polished wood, the movement sending a few sheets of music fluttering to the side.

The New York Post, its cover page loaded with one giant headline image.

The grainy photo stared up at him—you and him in that diner booth, caught in some unguarded moment he couldn't even remember. Your fingers had been inches from his, your face tilted toward him in the pink neon glow like you were sharing a secret. The headline was bold and brutal:

MIDNIGHT RENDEZVOUS! Who is the mystery man stealing pop's golden ace's heart?

Jay's throat closed. His fingers twitched toward the newspaper, then pulled back, leaving it lying there like an indictment.

Naomi didn't yell. Didn't cry. There was no trace of any emotions that tore her face anew.

Just studied him with those keen lawyer's eyes that missed nothing—not the way his breath hitched, not the flush creeping up his neck, not even the promise ring he suddenly found himself twisting around his finger.

The silence stretched between them, taut as a high wire, the only sound the distant chatter of students passing in the hall outside and the metronome-like tick of the classroom clock.

"I know." She said simply.

And that was worse than any accusation.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ kai's notes — okay i gotta admit this is too fast for an update and i was supposed to publish a ni-ki fic but THIS IS MY MAN'S DAY SO WE GOTTA CELEBRATE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BELOVED POOKIE ROCKSTAR RAAAAAAAAA LYLYLYLYLYL MAWMAWMAMWA

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ story taglist — tagging @kaiyunsim @firstclassjaylee @ryes-brownies08

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ can i join the masterlist? — sure! i do frequent posts and updates so just be warned! leave a reply on any posts and i'll add ya in the future updates, much love~ 

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ way back into love : the full masterlist

legacy masterlist! | made by writhyv 💘

[brotherwtf]

Having thoughts about age gap au Gale hiding an injury/illness from John because his dad always made him feel like a burden and that hurt was deserved 💔 and John losing his mind but trying not to show it as he takes care of Gale, or maybe he doesn't get to because Gale has to go to the hospital and John gets the call while he's at work </3 these boys can fit so much whump and trauma and comfort

ughhhh yes putting Gale into the whump blender again :(( I want to traumatize this boy forever that is my lot in life

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Gale knew to never show weakness. It's what he was taught from an incredibly young age, weakness meant you could be picked from the crowd, weakness meant that you weren't good enough.

There was a lot of things Gale's father viewed as a weakness. Being sick, scraping your knees, getting hurt and you better not think about crying because at that point you'd be better off dead anyway. Gale learned to hide it whenever he got sick, to lick his wounds in solitude, and to never, ever, ask for help or pity.

So Gale didn't even flinch when he woke up with a 102 degree fever. He's lived through worse, no need to be a baby about it. He got ready for his classes like normal, kissed John goodbye, and waved off his looks of concern when John pressed his cheek to Gales forehead, fretted about him running hot. Gale was fine, he didn't need John's help.

He was able to get through his first class without many problems, he felt waves of nausea periodically and some bouts of lightheadedness, but Gale wasn't going to let that take him down. His second class was a little worse, his hands quivered when he tried to write and the nausea stayed, no longer ebbing in and out in waves.

Gale passes out around lunchtime, Marge by his side and all he can really hear is her anxious fretting, calls of his name and yelling at someone to phone the hospital. He remembers weakly trying to push her off, says he's fine, but Marge tells him to shut the fuck up, he's going to the damn hospital. He doesn't remember much after that.

He wakes up to the soft beeping of a heart monitor, the bright fluorescent lights of a hospital room and he groans. Gale shouldn't be here. He's taking up the space that someone else needs more, he doesn't deserve the time or energy that people are wasting on him. He doesn't get to dwell too much before John is quickly at his side, taking his hand and pushing his hair back. His lips press into a thin line, palm pressing against the sure heat that Gale gives off.

"Baby? Are you okay? God Marge told me you collapsed and I left work immediately. Fuck Gale you should have told me you weren't feeling good," John frets and Gale just shakes his head weakly.

"I'm fine, John. I'm good, you didn't need to leave work just for me. When are they gonna let me out?" Gale asks and his voice is hoarse.

John's brow furrows and his expression grows stern.

"Gale, no, you're not fine. You have a 103 degree fever and you're shaking like a damn leaf. I'm not gonna stay at work when I know you're sick," John says and Gale can feel another wave of nausea that isn't caused by the sickness.

Gale turns his head against the pillow, avoiding John's gaze and he can feel his eyes well up. No, no, he can't cry. Crying is the worst thing he could do right now. But the tears come anyway, streaming down his face steadily and John rushes down to wipe them away, fretting all over again.

"Hey, hey, baby, Gale, come on don't cry. It's okay, I'm not mad I swear. You should have just told me you weren't feeling well, I could have helped, then maybe you wouldn't have fainted," John says, a firm thumb brushing away the tears that stream down his face and Gale shakes his head.

"Don't... don't wanna be a burden," Gale manages to choke and John shushes him and forces Gale's head to turn towards him.

John's face is both soft and firm, his eyes filled with emotion that's both frustration and affection. Gale hates how worried he looks, just because Gale's a little bit sick.

"Gale, you will never be a burden to me. I promised your mama I would protect you, and I promised you the same. I love you, Gale, and if it takes me dropping everything for you to understand how much you mean to me, I'll do it in a heartbeat," John says, cupping Gale's face with both of his hands.

Gale squeezes his eyes shut because he knows if he looks at John anymore he'll just ugly sob, grabs John's wrist and nuzzles his soaked face into it, gasps and chokes as he continues to sob, John shushing him and bringing him in closer until their foreheads are pressed together, breathing heavily against his face.

"I swear, Gale, you are not a burden. You are my everything, doll, my everything," John whispers, and Gale can only nod, finally allowing himself to melt into the sheets, letting himself feel fatigued and exhausted and sick because John is letting him, allowing him to let go.

[dilfl0v3rss]

aran fucking yn's shit up after he saw her purposely flirting with other guys😜

aran so mf fine yall like ughhhh😩😩

you had told this man over and over again that you did not want to be at this damn party. aran has been practicing nonstop and when he’s not practicing he’s playing in his matches so you wanted to take this night to spend time with your man, but of course he wasn’t having that. “ma we just beat our rivals, we gotta go” he said as he brushed his waves in the mirror. his muscular tattooed back facing you as he stood in just his sweatpants. you were in the bed, his t shirt covering most of your body as you sat on your knees staring at him. “pa i want us t’stay here tonightttt. let’s watch movies and have sex” you whined, making aran chuckle in the mirror before turning around and approaching you. his happy trail in your face as he held your head up by your chin. “we can watch movies and have sex another night mama. tonight we going to celebrate the win.”

now you were here, perched on your boyfriends lap as he talked about the highlights of the game with his teammates. “they was getting mad when me and aran kept scoring off of our serves” atsumu said, aran, osamu, and suna chuckling as they thought back to the game. “yea i saw them arguing in the middle of the court. looked like they was damn near ready to fight” aran said, his big hands rubbing up and down your thighs as he spoke. you doubt that he knew it, but he was making you incredible horny. his freshly faded hair along with his tight black shirt and grey sweats. his black cat jordan’s tapping on the floor as he spoke. his muscular brown arms with tattoos dancing along the skin and his big strong hands playing with the fat of your thighs. he was driving you nuts. you slowly leaned your head down to his ear, your tone sweat and low as you caressed the nape of his neck. “daddy i wanna fuck” you whispered.

all aran gave as a reply was a quick “later ma” before continuing on with his conversation. anger rushed through your veins as you quickly got up and walked away. “what’s wrong wit her?” atsumu mumbled as he watched you storm off deeper into the party. aran just rolled his eyes. “don’t worry bout it bro. she just in one of her moods” as aran continued on being a dickhead, you made your way to the kitchen for a couple drinks. “if ima be here all night i might as well” you mumbled as you poured yourself a hefty cup of what looked like pink whitney. you were halfway done with your cup when you realized you left your phone with aran. “fuck” you said as you began your journey over to him. however, you were stopped in your tracks as you witnessed a group of girls in his and his friend’s faces. atsumu was already making his way upstairs with two as well as osamu with another two while the other four were of course in your man’s face.

“we love watching you play, you’re so talented aran really!” one girl said, her group of friends nodding along to what she was saying, giggling as aran gave her a kind smile from his seat on the couch. “preciate it. glad y’all liked the show” you didn’t even care about the phone anymore. all you thought about was revenge as you went right to the dining room. some if his teammates were there playing pong so you knew it was the perfect place to get aran’s attention. “can i play?” you asked, your sweet voice catching the attention of almost every man in the room. “f’course y’can pretty. you on my team” a guy said. he was cute, tall, lightskin with curly hair. typical fuckboy, but you didn’t care. ‘must be on the football team’ you thought as you noticed the school logo they all got tattooed on his upper arm. you smiled as you approached him, telling him your name before the two of you approached the table.

of course aran’s teammates snitched on you. they were loyal to your boyfriend. plus, you needed them to tell anyways so you can carry out with your revenge. after you, and who you came to know as malik, won another game you raised your hands in the air, purposely bouncing your breasts in “excitement” before giving him a big hug. his muscular body making it hard for you to even wrap your arms around him fully. as the two of you released each other, you felt malik lightly tap your shoulder. “you wanna go upstairs” he whispered. your pretty face making him weak for you as he practically begged you to go with him with his eyes. you were going to shoot him down gently, but your words were cut off by the sound of a deep voice behind you. “nah she good, we boutta leave anyways” aran said, leaving no room for complaint as he took your arm and walked you out of the party.

“got me fucked up” he mumbled as he opened the passenger door for you to get in the car. you slowly sat down, waiting for him to get to his side before you opened your mouth to speak. without looking at you aran spoke instead. “don’t say nun. just take what i give you at the house” his words brought a smirk to your face as aran started his car and began driving the both of you home. the ride was silent and so was the walk into your bedroom. the only sounds coming from either of you were small clanks and clothes shuffling as you changed into one of his t shirts. “take that off” aran mumbled, eyes trained on you as he pointed at the black fabric covering your body. “why? i always wear your shirts to bed” you whined, earning you a stern look as aran made his way towards you. “you not going to bed”

before you could reply, the shirt was snatched off of you. aran pushed you down on the bed before slowly getting on his knees. “if you cum before i say, ima spank you” he mumbled before immediately getting to work. your back arched off the bed at the sudden action. the wetness of his tongue bringing a cool feeling to your clit as he payed close attention to your entrance. he fucked with with his wet mussel, aran’s long tongue giving you the most pleasure you’ve had in days as you kept your legs wide open for him. you moved your hands towards his hair, but they were pulled back down and held on your stomach by one of his hands. aran quickly got back to eating, this time focusing on your clit while breaching your entrance with two thick fingers.

he sucked on your clit delicately before flicking his tongue all around it. “fuck a-aran it feels so good” he replied with a “mhm”, the vibrations of his deep voice making your pussy flutter around his fingers. he knew you weren’t going to last much longer, so to punish you he worked harder. aran’s fingers moved deeper into you as he tongue kissed your clit. his wet tongue swirling all over the bud as he continued humming into your pussy. “shit….wait daddy m’finna….oh my god arannn” your orgasm hit you hard. your legs shaking rapidly as your release shot out of you and all over aran’s face. he stood up, dick fighting against the cotton of his sweats as aran walked towards his dresser.

too in a daze to understand what was going on, you mindlessly let him turn you on your stomach when he came back. ass high in the air as you instantly arched your back as deep as you could. “so needy” he mumbled before taking both of your hands and putting them behind your back. aran attached the fur handcuffs to your wrists before rubbing his big hands all over your ass. occasionally spreading you to get a good look at your awaiting pussy. “you like t’get me mad baby?” you figured now would be the best time to answer truthfully, the yearning for another orgasm clouding your brain as you quickly replied with the truth. “mhm….wanted you t’fuck me” a smile graced aran’s features as he listened to you snitch on yourself. you were such a slut for his dick you had no problem telling him all your sins in hopes that he’ll fuck you.

“so you flirting wit other niggas just so daddy could fuck this pretty pussy?” you replied with a quick “mhm” earning you a hard slap to your ass. aran would usually start of lighter and build up to harder slaps, but tonight he had no patience for it. a loud whine rang through the room as you wiggled your ass at the contact. the flesh already heating up from the force of his hand. he spanked you two more times, each so hard that you knew you’d have a big handprint there in the morning. “that’s not nice mama. if i say no, you supposed to be a good girl and respect that. not go out and be a brat so you could get what you want” you felt no remorse from his words and he could tell by the way your pussy began to leak as he spoke. you were just ready to get fucked. “m’sorry daddy” you said in a sultry tone, your arousal dripping down your thighs as you repeatedly clenched your pussy. aran smirked at the action, giving you another three hard slaps to each of your cheeks.

the volume of your whines increased as you grew restless from the lack of attention to your aching core. “daddy please fuck me. m’so wet please please please” there’s was nothing in this world aran wanted more than to fuck you silly right now. his dick was so hard his precum leaked through his boxers and sweatpants, a small wet patch pointed towards your pussy as if his dick were chasing you. “you gon be good f’me-” “yess! yes i’ll be so good f’you papa” you yelled into your pillow as you wiggled your ass in anticipation. aran slowly freed his dick from his sweats, his tip almost red from how neglected he’s left himself. his precum had the whole top half of him wet at he lined it up with your awaiting pussy. aran knew he shouldn’t be fucking you right now. he should be stroking himself to his release while keeping you face down in the pillow with nothing so you could learn to stop playing with him, but he was so weak for you sometimes it made him sick.

he sunk into you fully, giving you no time to adjust as he began hungrily pounding you into the mattress. he was just as pent up and horny as you right now and all he couldn’t think of was his release. “fuck fuck fuckk…ma you so damn wet” he groaned, his dick twitching repeatedly as he felt your wet walls clench around him. “daddy i love you so much….wont do it again shittt” aran knew you were lying through your teeth, but he couldn’t find it in him to care right now. fucking you with so much vigor your headboard began to slam into the wall. “s’my pussy right mama? say it f’me” the cuffs around your wrists clanked together repeatedly as you tried your best not to reach for him. he was just fucking you so good you needed something to grab. aran noticed this and once again, spoiled you by holding both of your hands in his. he began hitting you deeper, his dick hitting your g spot as you screamed out your response. “yesss fuckkk. this your pussy daddy please m’gonna cummm”

the constant stimulation to your g spot made your legs shake as your orgasm began to rush out of you. clear liquid flying everywhere, wetting aran’s six pack and some of his chest while the rest of it soaked the bed under you. the sight made him weak in the knees as he felt his dick twitch for the final time inside of you before he came as well. “shit ma” he moaned as he spilled his seed deep into you, heavy hand giving you light slaps on the ass while aran moaned about how much he loved you. before you knew it the both of you hit the bed, passed out in pure bliss.

aran was first to wake up, slowly removing the cuffs from your wrist and throwing them somewhere in the room before pulling your body onto his chest. you stirred awake, lifting your head a little to give him a kiss before laying back down his chest. “m’sorry for flirting with another guy. i really won’t do it again” you whispered but aran heard you. giving you a kiss on the forehead while rubbing his hand up and down your back. “s’okay ma, we can talk about it inna mornin” and gave him a quiet “kay” before kissing his chest and letting sleep take the both of you again.

[vampsquerade]

CAN YOU PLEASE GIVE US HARD DOM KÖNIG WITH A FEMALE READER i just need that big hunk of man meat to dominate me- dies

DOM KÖNIG YES I LIVE FOR DOM KÖNIG SO FUCKING MUCH UGHHHH I WANT HIM TO CRUSH MY HEAD WITH HIS THIGHS AND BICEPS UGHHHAVBAHSHSH THANKS ANON I KINDA WENT WILD WITH IT

(also pls forgive there might be some annoying mistranslations istg i’m learning german i promise also sorry for not answering dms and stuff you’re gonna have to give me a minute cause i’m very prone to anxiety after being off my meds for a bit)

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König x Female!Reader: Royalty’s Cruelty

Trigger Warnings: NSFW, smut, rough sex, dom!könig, sub!reader, spanking, bondage, fingering, orgasm denial, degradation, asphyxiation, aftercare

Wanton and loud cries of pleasure for your beloved military boyfriend fell from your lips each and every time his large, callous hands came into contact with the skin of your ass. “I thought I warned you about what would happen if you teased me while I was on a mission—you know damn well you deserve this kind of punishment.” König scolds venomously, pure malice and sadism dripping as he speaks. “I-I’m sorry!” you cry out as his hand smacks loudly against your skin once more. “Halt deine Hurenmaul! I don’t want to hear you telling me you’re sorry!” He commands. Tears stream down your face pathetically, whimpering in pain as he stops momentarily. “The very knee you’re bent over is the same one I use to kill my enemies—do you want to hear just how exactly it is that I do it?” he says coldly.

“H-Hah…~ What do you do to them with this knee..?” you ask softly, not wanting to further incur his wrath. König’s hand then tightly grips at your flesh with the strength of a hawk’s talons, making your severely sore ass sting even more. A sob emits from you, turning your head slightly so you can look up at him, “I snap their spines and necks on here…I even go so far as to cave their heads in…” He says in a chilling tone, chuckling darkly. His eyes are shrouded with the mists of sadism, relishing in the sight of you pathetically bent over his knee. “Now tell me—just because you’re my cute little liebling, do you think I should offer any semblance of mercy to you? Do you think you really deserve it even after I warned you?”

You hesitate on what to say, swallowing your saliva hard. Your mind is racing as you try and get a hold of yourself as you hear just how evil König’s voice sounded. “Don’t make me impatient, liebling. Your punishment is just starting and you know how much I hate wasting my time.” König warns. Body tensing in anticipation, you just nod, “N-No…not even I deserve your mercy…I willingly put myself into this position…” You whimper softly, yelping loudly once he begins to fondle your flesh. “Good girl—not even my liebling deserves my mercy…” König says. His hand then travels off your ass and to your dripping cunt, gently stroking his hand from your clit down to your core that twitches with each and every movement.

“Mmpf..!~ König…~” you moan softly, not even able to hold yourself back. “I don’t think I gave you permission to speak. Not a single sound is to fall from those whorish lips of yours—you don’t want it to get worse.” König seethes. He then fully pulls your panties down and discards them somewhere across the floor, his gloved fingers then letting go of your ass and continuing to tease your dripping cunt. You bite your lip and smack your hand over your mouth, letting his large gloved fingers continue its work against your clit. “Unless that’s exactly what you want…” König whispers. You can hear the sickeningly malicious chill in his voice before he speaks again, “Want me to show you just how ruthless and unrelenting I can be? Does that thought excite you?”

You hesitate, unsure if you’ve been given permission to speak, so you nod your head sheepishly. Behind his sniper’s hood, you can just see how excited he is about this. You could see the sadistic smile he always gives whenever you misbehave; it’s a pleasantly frightening sight when you get the chance to see it. You practically drip more at the imagination you have, biting your lip harder as you stare up at him. “You do? Mein Gott, you really are a degenerate…to think I'd never imagine seeing someone as sweet and as caring as you to be into this kind of thing…” König breathes, degrading you. His hand then stops what it’s doing, as he brings his fingers up to inspect them. His eyes seemingly squint even more out of pure delight as his sadistic smile only widens.

“But yet here you are—bent over my knee and getting wet at the thought of me absolutely ravaging you…proving me wrong to think you would never be so depraved…” He chuckles, licking his gloves clean, “Such a naughty, naughty girl…” König then pulls his glove off with his sharp teeth after bringing it under his hood. He then spits it out of his mouth, and puts his hand back in between your legs. Now feeling his warm hand right up against you instead of the gloves, it makes you shiver at the sensation of skin touching skin. You try to moan as his middle finger strokes up and down your even wetter cunt, eyes screwing shut to focus on keeping yourself quiet as his finger drags itself up and down. “So wet…You have no idea just how addictive it is to watch you squirm and try to keep yourself quiet.” König purrs.

His middle finger soon dips inside of you and you can’t help but clench around him. Your eyes open wide at the feeling and it just gets harder for you to keep quiet. Agonizingly slow, König begins to pull his finger out before pushing it back into you with enough force to drive you crazy already. Your bottom lip was bleeding from how hard you were biting it, keeping yourself as quiet for as long as you can. You huffed out a puff of air with every other breath each time he teased you, pushing his fingers in a little faster with little effort before slowing back down. The limit was getting closer and closer every single time but right when you were going to reach it you were forcefully pulled away in an aggressive manner. And not even realizing, you had let out a loud whine from your bitten lips behind your mouth.

König stops his fingers after having just added a second one inside of you. The air becomes so thick it’s hard to breathe; either because of that, or because his other hand was gripped tightly around your throat. “Ich habe dich verdammt noch mal gewarnt – jetzt wirst du unter den Konsequenzen leiden, du dreckiger Degenerierter.” König seethes in a tone you had never heard before. Suddenly, you were lifted up by his right hand’s vice grip around your throat before he lightly let you go once you were safely over the mattress. “You had better appreciate me not downright slamming you onto the bed. That’s going to be the only time I’m nice to you tonight—I’ll fuck you until the only thing that’s on your mind is your broken obedience.” König seethes.

The towering man then climbs over you and rips off your bra before pulling you up by the nape of your neck. “Do you really want this? Once we do this,” his striking blue eyes hold bolts of lightning within them as he stares you in the eyes, “you can’t go back ever again,” König warns you. Though it doesn’t sound like it, he seems to be offering one last chance to save yourself from the wrath that’s coming. More intrigued at just what is in store, you decide to just open up Pandora’s Box. “I do…” you mumble. König then lets go of your neck and pushes you back down on the mattress. Sitting atop your abdomen, he unbuckles his belt and removes it from the loops in one swift motion.

He’s quiet and focused, gripping both your wrists tight before putting them between the bars of the headboard. König then tightly wraps his belt around them, “No escape for you, little rabbit—you’re all helpless and exposed for the big hunter. Aren’t you excited?” he asks. Feeling a sense of genuine fear, you can’t help but whimper softly. “Oh, don’t be so scared all of a sudden,” König chuckles, getting off of you to undo the button to his pants as well as his zipper, “you asked for this.” He then lifts your legs up and closes them, pushing them up to your chest. “As much as I’d love to fuck those cute thighs, I’ll settle for what you’ve got right,” König says as he pushes in already, making you cry out for him, “here.” he growls as he forces himself inside you.

You expected it to hurt because of how big he is except this time around, the pain makes you moan loudly. “A-Ah!~” you cry out. “You filthy degenerate…just listen to how loud you’re moaning for me already. Do it some more—let me hear you scream for me.” König demands. His large hands grip your calf and thigh on each of your legs tightly as he pulls himself out just so he’s barely inside of you. He doesn’t even look at you when you stare at him with wide eyes and shaking your head no; he’s purely driven by the desire to show you just how ruthless he can be with you if you misbehave. König disregards your silent pleads before pushing back in. “Mmpf!~” You moan, biting your bottom lip hard for a moment before opening your mouth again.

Each harsh thrust from him gets you a loud groan and growl, as he feels you convulse and quiver beneath him. Your eyes roll back slightly as the pain now completely subsides as the way he thrusts his massive cock in and out of you over and over again. “Tell me…how does it feel, little rabbit?” König asks. You try to look at him, but once the tip of his cock starts hitting your cervix you can’t even respond. He then strikes your thigh hard, forcing you to pay attention, “I thought I fucking asked you a question. “How does it feel, little rabbit?’” he seethes. You cry out, eyes rolling back down to look at him, “Feels so good!~ God—König!~ I already feel so close..~” you moan loudly. “Oh do you now?” König asks before laughing maniacally. His thrusts are no longer as fast as they were, much slower and more forceful.

He built you up so high and forced you back down, making you whimper and whine. “I’m not done with you quite yet. Hold it the fuck in.” König says. You whimper and whine even more now, and König appears to be getting annoyed by it. He then leans forward and as punishment, decides to only lightly grind himself against you before then wrapping a tight hand around your throat. You strain to breathe now, his crushing grip once directed to your legs has now focused on your throat. “Moan like this—I want to watch you writhe and squirm before you lose consciousness.” König says as he continues to grind into you. Even like this he manages to be forceful, his tip still rubbing right up against your cervix. This alongside the vice grip he had on your throat, it was just driving you further into the stars, moaning louder and louder despite rapidly losing consciousness.

Your eyes start to flutter shut as a dark vignette begins to surround the corners of your vision. Before you could pass out, König’s hand comes up and shakes you to make you come back. “Keep your eyes open. Breathe for now before I crush your trachea again.” he threatens. You nod, regaining your breath as best you could before he started again. “Güt?” He asks, his hand creeping up to grip your throat against. “Y-Yes…” you mumble softly. “Louder.” he says as he slowly begins to apply pressure. “Yes!” you exclaim much louder. “You’re very obedient—maybe I should let you see my face, ja? Or do you prefer the sniper’s hood while I’m deep inside you, pounding away at you like you mean absolutely nothing to me?” König asks as he starts choking you again.

“K-Keep it on…” You strain as his hand crushes your trachea. “Filthy whore…” König growls as he starts thrusting into you harder and faster than he was before. You wail and cry out on pleasure, being able to slightly breathe a little better as you do since he wasn’t choking you too hard. That previous build up to an orgasm was coming dangerously close, as you stared pathetically into König’s sharp blue eyes pierced into your own. Behind the sniper’s hood, his jaw was clenched tight as he growled deep within his chest and throat. His breathing was heavy, focused on just finally pushing you over the edge. “Want to cum, little rabbit?” He asks, unrelenting with his thrusts. It seems König was already at the edge himself, and wanted to finally get over it with you.

“Y-Yes! Please…please let me cum, König! I-I promise I won’t misbehave or be disobedient ever again!” you moan loudly as König’s grip on your throat becomes tight once again. “Then cum…cum for me…” König growls softly. As if right at his command, you scream his name so loud that it manages to catch him by surprise. His hips stutter as you start to cling to him tightly and he spills himself deep inside with a soft moan of your name. The two of you stay like this, catching your breath as your bodies seemingly melt into each other now. “Fuck…are you okay..? Did I hurt you too badly? I’m so sorry if I went overboard today…” König apologizes, breaking the silence. Seeing his demeanor change completely like this, it just filled your heart with a warmth you’d always held for him.

“I’m pretty sure I’ll be really sore tomorrow…” you say softly, laughing breathlessly. König’s hands begin to gently caress your legs as he pressed gentle kisses against your calves. He pulls himself out of you slowly, sighing contentedly once he watches a bit of his semen drip out of you. “You did really good today…I’m so proud of you for holding it together…I’m still really sorry if it hurt…do you need water? A massage? I’ll give you anything to make sure the slaps and spanks I gave you earlier…would ice also help?” König suggests, praising you for how well you did. “Maybe a nice shower with my big boyfriend would be much more helpful…I feel so sticky.” you day, laughing softly. “And don’t be worried about hurting me too hard—if it was too much for me, I would’ve used our safe word. You did fine, alright? Don’t feel guilty about it. I love you, and I trust you, König.” You reassure, giving him a pleasant smile.

König nods before then removing his sniper’s hood, tossing it somewhere in your shared room. He puts your legs down to properly kiss you, his hand that once held a crushing grip on your neck now gently and lovingly strokes your cheek. You kiss him back, smiling softly as you bring your own hand up to caress his as he gently holds onto your face. After a bit, he pulls away and peppers your jaw, face, and neck in little kisses. “Ich liebe dich, kleines Kaninchen…” he whispers softly against the crook of your neck. “I love you too…now let’s go take a shower. We can come back and cuddle for as long as we need to,” you say, tilting your head downwards to kiss the top of his head. “O-Okay…I’ll carry you and make sure to hold you up, I don’t want to risk you falling over and getting hurt.” König says, giving you a soft smile.

[sethsclearwater]

Hi! Can I request Paul and reader and they’re in the car on the way to Emily and sam and the pack or then bonfire or something. And she’s pregnant and pretty.. uhm.. hormonal and horny.. so he notices something’s up and she pouts and says she’s horny and he just laughs and helps her out and ughhhh

PLEASE😩

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"everything okay?" paul asked you softly, glancing away from the road for a moment to scan your face for any signs of discomfort. you nodded, letting out a heavy sigh as you uncomfortably rubbed your thighs together, taking your hand and resting it atop the small baby bump that had started to form on your body.

"that wasn't particularly convincing," paul teased, letting out a breathy laugh as you huffed and rolled your eyes, "you gonna tell me what's got you all crabby over there?" he asked teasingly, taking one his hands and resting it on your thigh which sent another wave of tingles up your spine.

you sucked in a breath, thinking about how to tell him you were horny without sounding absolutely ridiculous, "jus' need you," you murmured, looking over at him, cheeks now a bright pink from your confession.

paul's lips curled into a smile and he let out a soft chuckle, "you're horny?" he asked, laughing when you quickly shushed him like you were afraid someone else would hear despite the fact that you were the only two people in the car.

he laughed again, quickly pulling the car into one of the empty rest stops on the side of the road, "c'mere," he murmured as he clicked his seatbelt off.

you sighed, getting your seatbelt off and taking his hand so he could help you move over and straddle his lap, “you’re lucky you’re carryin my pups f’me, you know that?” he teased, sliding his hands up your thighs so he could push back the thin material of your sundress and push your panties to the side.

you let out a soft whine, dropping your head back as he slipped his fingers between your folds, "so wet for me," he murmured, using his other hand to guide his cock out of its constraints and line it up with your aching entrance, "there you go," he cooed, tightening his grip on your hips so he could help you sink down onto his length, both of you letting out loud moans as you connected.

"nice and easy princess," paul murmured, pressing soft kisses to your collarbone and neck as you rolled your hips against him while you worked at accommodating his length.

"how long do we need to be at emily's for?" you asked softly, voice catching in a whimper when paul used his free hand to roll your clit between his fingers, chuckling when you squirmed under his grip.

"like an hour," he reassured, "promise i'll take good care of you when we get back, yea?" he asked softly, waiting for you to nod before continuing, "now i want you to cum on my cock and show me how good that pretty little pussy feels with me inside," he ordered and you whined, nodding before you started to fuck yourself on his cock.

[aritamargarita]

ATTITUDE || 003

YOU ACTUALLY MIGHT have your match tonight, you had a WCW meeting, and afterwards, you make some new friends. Friends that seem to be Vince McMahon’s left-hand and right-hand man. You kinda wanna go home now.

“I’m glad you could join us, [Name].” Regal actually sounded relieved to see you walk through the door. “Though…” He peers down at his watch and then looks back up at you. “You’re about 10 minutes late, young lady.”

His scolding tone makes you grimace. “Sorry.” You mutter out, keeping your hand on the doorknob.

It wasn’t your intention to actually be late, the stupid rental car ended up stalling and you had to get it towed. Cheap ass New York. You ended up getting a taxi to the airport, then immediately after landing in Seattle, begged the workers at Seattle-Tacoma International to give you a rental last minute.

You couldn’t even use the excuse of “do you know who I am,” you were completely at their mercy until they relented and gave you a rental, one that you were required to return within 24 hours. Fine, whatever. You could do that.

As soon as you hit the doors of the arena, one of the producers immediately told you to visit Regal’s office. They’re running a bit behind schedule and need you in the room because it’s live, something like that. They rushed you so much that you could barely grasp what they said.

Guess everything’s messed up today.

And here you are, apologetic and slightly surprised at who you see in the room. Edge, Christian, Matt, Lita, and Jeff—all five of them are here. They’re as surprised as you are, but it's Edge who bolts toward you.

“[Name], [Name], [Name],” Edge repeats your name, taking you by the shoulders and leading you over to Regal’s desk. “I don’t know what he doesn’t get,” He starts off, earning a dirty look from Matt. “Maybe you can get him to understand you. This match isn’t handicap, right?”

“Not at all,” You confirm. “It’s supposed to be us three against you three. What’s going on?”

“That doesn’t matter, okay? Why did you guys even ask for this?” Lita interjected, clearly not on board with it at all. An exasperated look is on her face once she looks towards Regal and back to you. “That’s not gonna give us enough time to prepare, especially if I have to go on again after I fight Trish.”

“You’re up against Trish tonight?” You question. “Must want some revenge for-”

Matt immediately cuts you off, his voice way louder than yours. “It’s funny you of all people decided to show up last. I don’t know which one of ya’ gave him the idea for this match, but it ain’t fair.”

You stand your ground. “I’m sure all of you have performed twice, right?” You fire at him, pointing a finger between Matt, Lita, and Jeff. “I’m sure all of us have been out there more than once, even. What makes it any different now?”

“The fact we don’t want to go against you guys! Is that hard to understand?!” Matt shouts. He’s getting frustrated, so Lita decides to take over.

“Listen,” She starts off. You can hear the strain in her voice even if she was trying to keep calm. “It’s messed up that you guys didn’t ask us first. You just went ahead and did it. There’s other important things we have to do, and for me, that’s dealing with Trish. She’s gotta pay for what she did.”

At the end of her sentence, there’s jealousy as clear as day in her voice. Christian rolls his eyes, uninterested.

“We don’t care.” Christian takes a step toward Lita. “We want a match against you guys. Winner takes all, final showdown.”

Matt immediately shoots to her defense, hopping right in front of her to face Christian. “If you think you’re getting a match, you’re wrong. Back off, man!”

“Ughhhh!” You groan out, startling everyone. “My god, you talk so much. Are we ever gonna have a turn, Matt?” You felt like no one on your side could get a word in edgeways since Matt was trying to take charge.

As far as you know, Jeff hasn’t said a word since you’ve arrived. He’d been eerily quiet, only making faces and shaking his head. He was like a ghost in the room, standing away from the drama and only spectating it.

Meanwhile, Edge feels like he had been talking to a brick wall. Both of his hands run through his hair in exasperation.

Regal let out a sigh and gets up from his chair. “Ladies and gentlemen!” He calls all of your attention now in order to halt this dispute from getting even more heated. “That’s enough. Stop arguing like children. My decision is final. This match will be taking place tonight and it will be intergender.”

You’re satisfied with that. It didn’t matter who you got your hands on, as long as you got in that ring. Glancing around, you look at all the combined expressions in the room. Matt’s seething, Lita, who’s clearly on edge, and Jeff who is…still oddly quiet. Both Edge and Christian are neutral, but there’s smiles playing on their lips.

He turns over to Matt, Lita, and Jeff. “The matches won’t be taking place back to back. There’s going to be time in between the matches, just for you, Team Extreme,” His voice is rather mocking when he refers to the other three.

And your team as well, as he pens a brand new name for you three. “ As for you, EC[N], try to plan something a bit more in advance next time. I don’t appreciate the lot of you arguing in my office, there is no room for belligerence here.”

“Sorry.” You’re first to apologize to get on his good side. “On behalf of me, Edge, and Christian.”

With Lita knowing that she’s probably the only one who’d say something nice or anything at all, she speaks up for the other two. “Yeah. We’re sorry. All of us.”

“That’s alright.” Regal quickly accepts those apologies. “As long as some of you have the manners to apologize. I suggest you all to get ready. You’ve got a long night ahead of you, yeah?”

You’re all dismissed, and you give Regal one last nod of appreciation before you go. But, as you’re heading out, you tell Edge and Christian to go on without you for now. You’ll catch up with them later.

You decide to stick back in the hallway and wait for the others to come out. You’d like to have a word with them.

It doesn’t take long before Jeff is the first one that comes out first, and he freezing up when he sees you standing there.

“Jeff Hardy.” You say. “Hello!”

“…Hey.” He greeted, holding his hand up. When he takes a look behind him, he sees that Matt was still complaining to Regal while Lita was trying to get him to let it go for now. He mutters something to himself, something about having some time before Matt actually loses it.

Suppose that gives him more time to speak with you. “I had wondered when I’d get one on one time with you.” You say with a grin. “You were so quiet I almost forgot you were in there. How are you?”

Jeff lets the door close behind him. “I’m fine. You should probably know I don’t talk much, so you shouldn’t expect anything from me.” He seemed to prefer observing things rather than engaging in any conversation, obviously.

All he can do is give you a shrug. “Matt usually does all the talking for me. I’d rather show things than tell them, y’know? Actions speak louder than words.”

You let out a chuckle. “Wow. That’s almost the most I’ve heard you talk, I think.” You’re impressed. “You’re like an enigma. I give it about a month, I could figure you out.”

He’s a little amused at this, the ghost of a smile on his face. But as soon as you see it, it’s gone. He shrugs at you. “Maybe, but I’m not gonna make it very easy for you.”

As soon as you think you might be getting through to him just a little bit, Matt bursts open the door, mumbling even more complaints. “Hate that guy, he doesn’t even know what he’s talking about!”

Lita follows behind him. “It’s fine, Matt. Let’s just get ready.”

“Uh, hey guys,” You start off, getting their attention before they could chew you out. “I wanted to say I’m sorry for springing this on you so soon. And I’m sorry for snapping on you a little bit, Matt."

Matt rolls his eyes, not buying your apology. He waved his hand dismissively at you. He won’t say much, especially since he’s spent from airing out all his grievances.

But he knows he’ll have enough time to make you regret it in the ring later tonight, so not everything is so horrible right now.

“Oh, come on.” You frown. His silence bothers you. “We’re all supposed to be friends here. How can we bond properly if you don’t know how I work?”

As true as some of it may be, Matt scrunches up his face into a grimace. There’s something wrong with what you said and he’s damn sure pointing it out.

“Let’s get one thing straight now.” Matt’s already on the defensive. “We ain’t friends. None of us are your friends. I don’t know what fantasy world you live in, but you think we’re gonna trust you that easily after you hurt Lita on Raw? You’re crazy.”

He seems to care about Lita a lot. It’s sweet, sure, but it feels overbearing. You wonder if Lita could see that. You hold your hands up toward him. “Okay, okay, sheesh. Not friends. You don’t have to call me crazy.”

Crazy is a strong word. A strong word that shouldn’t apply to you. You’re not crazy.

Matt’s putting a damper on your little scheme, although you have to give him kudos for being wisened up. You’ll try again another time.

“Now that you’ve got us signed up for a match, we need to get ready.” Lita sighs out. That was their cue to leave, and Matt’s more than happy to take that opportunity.

“C’mon.” Matt says, ushering the other two to follow, not even waiting a second before heading down the hall.

Waiting for him to walk further away, Jeff turns to you. “…Take care.” That’s all he leaves you with as Lita goes right with him.

“I’ll see you in the ring!” You call after them. Theres no doubt about it though. After seeing you, they’re left with uneasy feelings in their chests.

“It looks like those three saw a ghost when [Name] showed up!” JR says. “I’m sure everyone is on edge right now.”

Paul gets exactly why they were so tense around you. “I would be too! This same woman from World Championship Wrestling ever so conveniently decided that she liked the WWF. I don’t buy it, JR!”

“Neither do I,” JR agreed. “But she may be our best bet when it comes to Invasion. She’s the only one that’s been close to WCW. If she ends up helping us to a victory, this may be a redemption to remember.”

Not even a few minutes after leaving Regal’s office, you were summoned by Shane McMahon for a meeting.

Why? You don’t know.

Whatever’s going on here, it’s something you weren’t really expecting. You were greeted by your coworkers almost as confused as you were.

But when Shane had called you and Booker T over to huddle up for some important news, you felt like you were given information you had no idea what to do with.

“Okay, let me get this straight.” You begin, still processing what you’ve heard. A reality check would be nice. “They’re bringing the titles over here?” The other members in the room are too busy with their own conversations to hear you.

“Unfortunately.” Shane sighs, sounding defeated. “Since we’re still part of the WWF, my father decided to bring them over. I understand since we’re all one, but I think it’s fair to keep it on its own show. That’s why Smackdown turned into WCW last time.”

“I missed that.” You admit. You only went to catering, then went right back to your hotel, as there wasn’t much left to do for you. You promised yourself you’d only lie down for a few minutes, but the sleep caught up to you. “Now he’s liable to lose his title.” You add, motioning towards Booker T’s title. “Is that right?”

Booker T isn’t happy at all about it. That’s understandable. You wouldn’t want to be in this predicament if you were a championship holder. “You’re joking. It’s sounding like I gotta defend it from Steve Austin.” He says.

“You just might have to do that. But I’ve got faith in you.” Shane nodded, reaching over to pat his shoulder. “It’s not just the Heavyweight championship. Hardcore, Tag Team Titles, and if I’m not mistaken, the Cruiserweight is coming over too.”

Your memory is failing you, but you know WWF has a couple of titles of their own, including the Women’s Championship, which is your only concern now. “Wouldn’t that be like a shit ton of titles? By the way, who's got the Women's Championship?"

"Her name's Chyna. She's a tough woman." He muses. "She's on a leave of absence but hasn't vacated her title yet. We'll see what happens in the future when she comes back.”

Chyna? You're not sure who she was, but it worries you a bit that Shane said she was tough. If you were to go against her, it sounds you'd have a lot of practice to do in the future.

"I know you’re both worried.” How he says it makes you think he’s tired of you two’s apprehensiveness. “We’ll be fine. Take a seat. I’ll get things started in a minute.” Shane pulls out his phone and wanders off somewhere else, muttering something about an important call to make.

You and Booker T share a wary look. Both of you were unsure, but end up relenting and get to your seats.

You find yourself sitting in the middle of Torrie and Stacy, just how it should be. Looking around, you notice only eleven of you are in here. For a big company like WCW, this is pretty small.

Before you could even speak to Torrie, she beats you to it. “[Name], do you like my outfit?” You had seen it earlier, how could you not? The turquoise of it caught your attention immediately. It was only a short skirt paired with nothing else but a bikini top.

At first, you’re not sure what to say. It’s a very bold choice, that’s for sure. She looks great, you’d voice as such, but the next thing you know, you’re already saying the first thing that popped into your head. “Are we at a strip club or a wrestling show?”

As soon as you say it, you backtrack quickly, covering your mouth. “Oops. Sorry. I wasn’t trying to be mean. You look great.” You don’t miss the way Torrie instinctively pulls down the front of her skirt. It wasn’t that short, but thanks to your comment she still felt a need to adjust it.

Her voice is still light with you, though. “You’re just jealous, [Name].”

“Always wanted to be you!” You reply, sinking back into your seat. “Every night, I cry because I’m not. I’m [Name].”

“I know.” She runs her fingers through her hair. “And besides,” She emphasizes her outfit. “This is all a part of a plan to embarrass Mr. McMahon. I talked to Shane earlier and that’s what he wanted me to do.”

“Embarrass him?” You’re instantly intrigued. “Can I come? I wanna help.”

Torrie immediately shakes her head, almost as if she knew you’d ask. “Shane said you can only get as far as sitting in the room. He doesn’t want you blowing any cover. Me and him know that you have a tendency to…go a little too far.”

You’re pretty offended. “That is not true!”

“Hmm, okay.” That’s why she’s here. To prove you wrong. “Well, what about the time when you screamed at David Flair that he was nothing but a nepotism baby? Right in front of Ric Flair?”

You felt justified doing it, so you quickly defended yourself. “I remember that, but I wasn’t wrong! He was…listen, that day was not a good one for me. He was at the wrong place at the wrong time.” Your following words are hushed. “The fact Stacy started dating him made things no better. She kept bringing him around! Why did they keep pushing him, Torrie? I couldn’t escape it!”

“Oh, sorry,” Torrie gives an insincere apology with a laugh. “You were in the right. You were. But what about this one? How about the time when I was in the NWO? Remember that? Kevin Nash patted you on the head, and you decided to kick him in his knee! With heels!”

“It wasn’t that bad. I could’ve stabbed my heel into his knee on purpose.” You say. Torrie cringes at the thought of it. “Funny you mention that. I was going to ask you, do you think they’ll bring people like Kevin Nash or Hulk Hogan back here? I think if they bring Hulk Hogan, it’s so over. Their storyline annoyed me. No, excuse me, he annoyed me.”

In the midst of your rant, Torrie’s eyes widen in horror. Everyone knew you weren’t supposed to voice negative feelings about the veteran guys, especially in front of other people.

Maybe it’s a good thing they hadn’t been brought over yet. If this was anything like backstage at WCW and someone had overheard you, you’d probably never see a ring there again.

“It was hard to escape them, you remember. We could barely do anything because they took up like half of the time slots.”

Torrie ends up shrugging. “I don’t know.” She’s never had any issues with them, even when initially involved with the NWO. “They might. I wouldn’t know what they’re waiting on. I do remember that, though. I didn't mind, I didn’t see a reason for us all to do anything more than cat fights.”

”Horrible take.” You quickly say. “I definitely think we should’ve did more than that.”

Luckily for the both of you, Shane had hung up the phone, halting the possible debate between you two.

“Hey, guys,” He calls everyone to attention. “I’m sure all of you know about Invasion.” Shane starts. “And I’m sure you all know how serious this is.”

There are only eleven of you in here, a relatively small group for a big company like WCW. Now that you’re really looking around, you feel blessed that you were one of the few who did end up coming over. Becoming a leader, no less.

“You guys need to look out for each other. My father’s superstars won’t go easy on you. But understand that none of you should feel any fear. We’re going to grow as a unit. I promise this room will be much bigger in a few days. It might even be packed with those who have the same feelings as us. I give you my word as your boss.”

You and the others can only hope that Shane’s promise holds true.

It’s like he can sense that hesitation, too, because he’s already shaking his head as he looks around the room.

“I can see the looks on your faces,” Shane‘s quick to point out the mutual unease.

“You’re all nervous. I get that. But we can’t let them get under our skin like this! We’re better than them. We’re stronger. And damn it, we have more talent than them. Tonight, we have the last 20 minutes of Raw. It’ll be Buff Bagwell,” He motions to him. “..versus Booker T for the title. This is your time to shine. Oh, and not to forget, Stacy, you’re the ring announcer for the night.”

From the corner of your eye, you can see her face brighten. Good for her.

“That reminds me, some of you remember Wrestlemania X7, right? Were any of you impressed?” He asks.

Unfortunately, you chose not to attend that event, but someone who did was Stacy. You turn your head to her, and she shakes her head no. She told you about some matches but didn’t hesitate to brush off any feats. As Shane said, you’re better than them.

“If you weren’t impressed there, then you’re not gonna be impressed at Invasion. Trust me. I had to carry my father through my entire Wrestlemania match. That doesn’t mean you’ll have to carry your opponents, but..”

There’s a bit of disagreement, with most of your coworkers complaining that they didn’t want to be the only person pulling their weight. You stand up from your seat, surprising them and Shane.

“Listen, even if we have to take control of the match, that just shows how much experience we have in the ring.” You say. “They can’t keep up with us! It’s just going to show the crowd how better we are.”

As a leader, you felt like you had to try to put some thrill about it into your peers. Most wrestlers hoot at your encouraging words while your little cheerleaders, Stacy and Torrie, clapped their hands.

It’s a small group, but you know it will grow.

Shane gives you an approving nod. “She said it best. I’ll keep this short and sweet. I wanted to give you all a pep talk and reassure you that everything is working out as planned. I promise, you won’t be disappointed. Stay on standby, and have a good night.”

“What do you have planned, Shane McMahon?” You cross your arms. “Not even for me right now, in general.”

“A magician never reveals his secrets.” He grinned. “But, I’ve got something you can do. Torrie’s going to embarrass my father. You’re staying in the room and doing crowd control. Also, a heads up, it’s going to be live.”

It’s live? Great. Exactly what you needed right now. Not really. “Funny you say that.” You say. “She mentioned that to me as we were sitting down. Who else is in there?”

“Stone Cold Steve Austin and his wife, Debra. Can’t forget Kurt Angle. They’re attached to my father’s hip, and they’ve got some issues between them because of it. The one thing I need you to do is to make sure they don’t interrupt Torrie. She’ll lead him away while you go in head first. That means getting in good with the champion and keeping him calm.”

You frown. “I have to play peacemaker? It would’ve been much more fun if I could embarrass Mr. McMahon. Come on, please?” You clasp your hands together.

Shane doesn’t budge. “Nope. I think we both know you’d go a little too far. Besides, you’re supposed to be on their side, remember?”

“Why did Torrie say the same thing?!” You huff out. “I don’t take things too far!”

All he does at first is pat your shoulder with no reassurance whatsoever. “Right, right. I believe you. Now get ready. I’m sure they will be waiting for you guys any minute.”

Weirdly enough, you had come to learn that the WWF and WCW locker rooms were all kept separate. Because of this, it always gave you, Torrie, and Stacy an enormous amount of space. Stacy did about three cartwheels to show how much room there was, touching not one of you or Torrie’s bags!

Even you decided to test it out, leaping around the room. WCW’s locker rooms seemed much smaller than this, granted you shared it with a few other women. You won’t complain about it too much. Not like you care that much anyway.

Actually, maybe you do care. It makes you feel alienated from other wrestlers, almost like they couldn’t stand being near you for a second. Did they hate you guys so much that a separate locker room was necessary?

If that’s the case, then the feeling was mutual. Fuck them, that’s exactly why they’re going to lose at Invasion. Guess things never change regarding backstage life, no matter what company you go to.

“I’m kind of scared.” Torrie admits. She’s combing her fingers through her hair, making sure that it looks perfect enough for the camera.

You turn over to her. Shane already warned you that it’ll be live. You both made sure that you had your acts together. You can’t stutter. You can’t screw up.

“Just gotta suck it up and do it.” It’s your only advice for her as you reach your fist up to knock. You hear her sharply exhale but ignore it. After giving a warning that you’re about to come in, you open the door and enter with Torrie trailing behind you.

You notice the camera pan over to you two and quickly let a smile grow on your face, nodding toward those seated. Your eyes settle on the championship sitting on the couch behind him, but they quickly return to everyone else.

“Hello.” You greet rather monotonously, but your smile mends it, holding your hand to the first willing person to take it. Kurt’s the most eager, immediately jumping up and taking your hand.

“Hey there, [Name]! How’re you doing tonight? You remember me, Olympic gold medalist—“

“Kurt Angle.” You finish for him. “I remember. You were nice enough to pick up my bag. I’m doing fine, thanks. How are you?” You opt to leave out the part where he dropped it.

He’s happy to hear you remembered him. “Yep, that’s me. I feel great! Wow, you look fantastic tonight. It’s great to see you again.” He really seems to mean it, too.

Flattery doesn’t hurt. You’ll return something insincere when you get the chance to. You take your other hand and set it on the opposite side of his. “Thank you so much!”

As much as you don’t want to, you shake Vince’s hand next, quickly, move onto Steve Austin’s hand, and then his wife. She quickly introduced herself as Debra, a smile on her face. Once you finish shaking her hand, you lean over and say, “Your wife is very pretty.”

You wanted Debra to hear it, too. It’s true, she is pretty, but you only said it to get in good with her. Like thought before, flattery doesn't hurt.

You can hear her giggle beside you. Steve nods his head. “Thanks. That’s why I married her…” His expression then turns into confusion. “How’d you know she’s my wife? Never told you that."

That’s right. No one from this side told you that! Shane did. “O-Oh,” You’re quick to sputter out, breaking your first rule. “Well, I heard all those wrestling magazines talking about you two. I’ve always been a huge fan. Been a big fan of you and wrestling, I mean.”

You think he believes your lie with the way he backs down, his shoulders relaxing and gaze going toward Vince. Torrie mimics your handshakes, immediately cutting to the chase to save you any trouble. “Mr. McMahon, can we possibly finish up our conversation last Thursday about a contract?”

“Now might be a good time.” His response sounds like you’ve got your foot in the door.

Steve nods his head. “Debra, if you don’t mind, take Kurt and that girl somewhere else. We’ve gotta discuss something about those contracts. Go get them some happy meals or something.”

You shoot him a look, but turn over when you see Vince step away from him. “Well, maybe I should step out as to not embarrass anybody here. And go out just for a moment to…” Vince starts, approaching Torrie. He holds out his arm for her to take. You're unsure whether you should feel thrilled that it's working or nervous for Torrie.

“You don’t need me?” He sounded a little crushed as he looked at the two, then took a few steps forward to hug him randomly. Shane was right. Steve was firmly attached to his hip. Kurt hadn't made it too obvious that he was, but he seemed pretty appalled that Steve had gotten to hug Vince.

As Torrie reaches to grab Vince’s arm, the two head towards the door and she turns her head to give you a quick wink. It’s almost reassuring. You’re like 98% sure Torrie can handle herself. Quite literally against your will, you end up hearing him loudly proclaim the color of her outfit being his favorite color and how great her tan looked. Ugh.

Steve was the only person who caught the wink exchange between you two and was quick to point that out. “What the hell was that?”

It’s best to act clueless, so you look at Steve with a relatively blank look. “What was what?” If they’re as dumb as Shane says they are, then hopefully, you can pass things off as him being delusional.

“That thing she did with her eye. I saw that crap.” He accuses. You questioning him like that only pissed him off more. “She looked right at ya’!”

“I have no idea what you mean. I wasn’t paying any attention. Maybe an eyelash fell into her eye.” You turn your attention toward the spot next to Kurt, and as you motion toward it, he pats it happily.

Debra lightly hits Steve’s arm to get his attention, a disappointed look on her face. “I thought Mr. McMahon told his wife he changed.”

You’re not entirely sure what that means, but it makes you raise a brow. “What in the world does that mean?” All of their heads turn to you, and just like that, you’re quickly apologizing. “Sorry, not my place?”

Debra shakes her head. “No, sweetie, I’d be happy to tell you.” The pet name makes you smile. “Mr. McMahon tends to—"

“He is a changed man, Debra,” Steve loudly cuts her off. “The man’s trying to talk business! How is he going to sit here and talk business with you know who? You know who with the gold medals around his neck!” He points over at Kurt.

“Me?!” Kurt’s already on the defense, getting up from his seat. Vehemently shaking his head, he approaches Steve. “Hold on, he's not uncomfortable with me! Not with me, I don’t think so.”

“Then why’d he leave?”

Steve’s question makes Kurt jerk his head toward Debra a few times and you can hear Kurt whisper, “Your wife.” The opportunity arises for you to try and stir the pot, so you speak up, standing up as you do so.

“Oh, you mean Debra?” The two turn to you at a neck-breaking speed, and you shrug, looking between them innocently. None of them do anything to save face, either. Anyways, you move on. “You know, I’m excited. I can’t believe I’m in the same room as Stone Cold Steve Austin."

A lie. You hadn’t had the slightest idea as to who he really was and who he wrestled. The only interest you had in wrestling was WCW, crossing your fingers that they’d win this so-called “Monday Night War”, and here you are, finding yourself a part of it. Well, the fragments, maybe.

When you signed that contract in 1999, rumors began circulating backstage that WCW wasn’t doing so well regarding ratings. It broke your heart. You wanted to do everything you could to keep people intrigued, even with your limited creative freedom.

“I can’t believe you watched WWF while in WCW.” Kurt says. “I get it, though. I bet you were bored of what they had to offer, right?”

“Oh, yeah. Absolutely.” You nod. “Boring. So boring. I almost fell asleep during the broadcasts. None of my coworkers were any fun, either. They all cared about themselves. It didn't seem like a family. I'd hope that this place would be a better change."

“I figured! Besides, you should be a much bigger fan of me, [Name].” He holds up the gold medals around his neck to boast even further, the metal glimmering under the light. “I won this in the 1996 Olympics. With a broken neck!”

“Wow.” is the only thing you’re able to say. You won’t lie; that was pretty impressive. “That’s amazing. Could I take a closer look at your medals?”

He nods and happily takes them off, holding them out to you. You take a minute to inspect them, muttering compliments to feed his ego. The idea of stealing them and pinning the blame on Steve becomes all too easy, especially since you’ve noticed the static between the two.

As you’re distracted, Kurt turns his head over to Steve with a grin and points his finger toward you. It was almost like he said, "I told you so". Steve can only roll his eyes at this show. “Those damn medals don’t matter. What’s your favorite match of mine, kid?”

You pause, your heart dropping down to your stomach. You weren’t expecting him to ask that, and your brain racks for possibilities of who he could’ve wrestled.

A nervous chuckle comes out. “It’s kinda embarrassing. I mean, I think I picked the most lackluster one to like,” which was a quip on its own, but you only did it to buy yourself just an ounce of more time to think.

Plenty of WWF wrestlers came over to WCW and vice versa. Had you been any wiser to this attack on this company, you would've asked around to hear who's wrestled who.

A nervous chuckle comes out of you. “It’s kinda embarrassing. I mean, I think I picked the most lackluster one to like.” Which was a crack at him, but you only did it to buy yourself another ounce of time to think.

Yet, a trip to your local Blockbuster was already in your future. It’s going to be a pain in the ass. Still, if you want to learn about this company and not get caught in a situation like this again, you don’t have a choice but to binge-watch their previous tapings.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” Debra bags her hand at you. “He has plenty of good matches—“

Steve’s voice overpowers her again. “Damn right, I do. Better than what this blabbermouth’s been doing in the ring.”

“Hey!” Kurt yells in offense. “I thought we agreed I wasn’t the blabbermouth! Your wife’s the blabbermouth!”

Now Debra’s offended all over again. “What?! Steve, are you just going to let him say that?!”

When you look toward him, Steve’s just stuck in thought. He really was going to let that slide, what a way to defend your wife.

You let out an amused huff. The more you stick around, the more you realize it's looking dysfunctional around here.

You really hope Torrie hurried it up.

Steve’s quick to move on, much to Debra’s chagrin. He’s gearing up to go. “I should go find Vince. I can’t stop thinkin’ about Invasion. He needs someone who isn’t a dork to talk about it with.”

You can’t let him leave, so you immediately shoot into action, drowning out Kurt’s complaints with your words. “Hey, I don’t think it’s best to bother them.” It almost grossed you out to say this, but you grip your fist and go for it. “I think Torrie had quite a few…intentions when I talked to her about this. We shouldn't interrupt them.”

“Intentions?” Kurt repeats, his gaze going from you toward Steve. “What does that mean?”

"Intentionssss." You drag out the word, nodding your head. You don't explain, hoping that someone would catch your drift.

Steve also looks at you in confusion for a moment, then puts his hands on his hips.

The only person who understood you was Debra, you think. Her eyes widened and she spread her arms out toward Steve.

“See! I told you. This is spelling bad news, you never listen to me and it bothers me. It's like you don't care about anything I say. I’m your wife, for gods sake!”

Brushing Debra off, Steve is quick to leave her frustrations in the air unaddressed. “I’m telling the both of ya’, the man’s just talking business!” Steve insisted. “He’s like me, worried about Invasion and all these wrestlers coming out the woodwork. It’s the only thing I give a damn about right now.”

It would be generous to say Steve was in hot water with Debra. It would have been boiling at this point. You weren't exactly here for marriage counseling, so you set things straight. “I’m more than welcome to help you guys,” You offer. “That’s why I came here. You know, see you guys win.”

Steve comes over to you, staring you straight in the eye. It's an intimidation tactic you don’t back down from. “It’s gonna take a lot more than some help to win. You better have the guts. You better have the drive. And you damn sure better not chicken out.”

You answer without hesitation. “Being scared isn’t possible when winning is the only choice you have. Trust me, I’m the last person you’d have to worry about.”

Saying that brings a smile to Kurt and Debra's faces and a smirk to Steve’s.

You return your disingenuous smile. You’re looking forward to twisting your metaphorical knife in their back to see their faces of disappointment in the future.

It’s not only them, either. It’s everyone else, too. The people you’ve met so far…they don’t know what’s coming to them.

“Guys,” Kurt calls in a rather serious tone. All of you turn toward him, and he crosses his arms. His face is proud as he looks back at the three of you. “You know, I’ve got a good feeling about this. This little alliance. A very good feeling. I say let’s all celebrate this with some cold glasses of milk.”

Milk? Out of everything he could’ve offered, he picked milk. He could’ve picked soda, juice, hell, you wouldn’t even be mad if he conjured up liquor from somewhere.

But milk.

You stare at Kurt momentarily before reaching over and patting his shoulder. “Milk? You’re one sandwich short of a picnic, aren’t you?” Although the crowd laughs at your jab, you deliver it to Kurt in the sweetest voice imaginable. “I like your spirit.”

Both Debra and Steve snicker at you, but Kurt’s pretty clueless. All he can do is be happy at your “compliment”.

“Thank you, [Name]! At least some people around here can appreciate me. You know, I don’t do this often, but I’d like to teach you a mentality you’ll need if you’re hanging with us.” Kurt slings an arm around your shoulder, and you immediately tense up. There’s a certain mentality you were supposed to have been here?

“The three I’s.” Kurt starts, then uses his free hand to gesture toward the air. “Intensity, Integrity, Intelligence. You use them, and you’re good as gold.

“This shit again..” Steve mumbles under his breath. He must’ve thought it flew under the radar, but you heard him. Before Kurt can detail his so-called three I's, Steve raises his voice. “Alright, alright. You’re making the girl fall asleep.”

“For your information, [Name] is wide awake!” To make a point, Kurt shakes the arm he has around you. “If she learns the three I's, you'll say thank you, Kurt, for teaching her a champion mindset!”

“Champion mindset, my ass. Who's got the title?” Steve asks, reaching over to grab the belt from the couch. “Me, not you.”

This is childish. The both of them were trying to one-up another. However, your mind is on other things. “What title is that? There's so many I've had to keep up with that it's so easy to lose track, you know?”

You say the last bit as a quick coverup for your lack of knowledge, but you're truly curious this time.

“WWF Championship,” Kurt answers quicker than Steve can, like he’s trying to score a point for what he did. “Pretty piece of gold, eh?”

You make a noise of agreement, but it lacks enthusiasm. Kurt reaches over to slap his hand on the center, much to Steve's disgust.

The champion yanks it away from him. “The hell are ya' doin' to my title?” Steve looks at him accusingly, as if he just committed a crime in front of him.

“And you,” He points you out next. “Don't look at my title like that. It looks like you want it. I'm gonna be the first to say you're damn sure not getting it.”

“Steve!” Debra huffs out, her hands on her hips. “Leave that girl alone, she admires you. [Name], don’t take it too seriously.”

Steve shakes his head, gripping his title for dear life. He can't just trust some admirer who was ogling his title like that. Out of all people, you decided to pick him. “I'm not a damn role model.”

“I am,” Kurt cuts in.

Steve continues his mini-rant, ignoring Kurt, but does not forget to give him an irritated look. “Not a hero either. I don't give a damn about what's right or wrong. I do what I want. You're better off riding on someone else's coattails cause' I ain't the guy you should look up to.”

If you were a fan, hearing him say those things would have broken your heart.

Luckily for you, you weren't! So you're going to keep trying. Try to work your way into this little group that they have. “Then, I'm going to do what I want, too.”

The door suddenly busts open, startling the four of you. It's Vince, his pants rolled down around his ankles. “She got me!” He roared out. “Look at me!”

He must've come back here to show you guys because there's no way he's just walking around like that willingly. You don't even try to hold back your laughter, leaning over to hold your stomach.

Him coming here like that was probably the funniest thing you've ever seen. “This is your fault!” Vince accuses. Your laughter is abruptly stopped. “You…you planned this!”

“I knew it! I knew I shouldn't have trusted ya'! That damn wink you gave Torrie was the signal!” Steve looks at you in disdain, shaking his head and shielding his title away from your gaze once more.

You're immediately on the defense. This plan was blowing up in your face in the worst possible way. “Woah, woah, woah, me?! How was I supposed to know she would do that? It's not my fault Vince wanted to be alone with her! I wanted to know about a contract! Take that out on Shane McMahon, not me!”

Vince is red with anger, and it's even funnier with his pants down. Sadly, you can't enjoy it how you want to, trying to defend yourself. “Get out of here, now!” He barks at you. “Damn it, I want her gone, NOW!”

His attention switches between Kurt and Steve, seeing who would do the honors of removing you first. You look at Debra and Kurt, hoping they'll step in for you somehow, but both stay quiet with their tail between their legs.

Steve springs into action, tossing his belt back onto the couch and setting his hands on your shoulders to push you out.

“Hey! Listen to me! I had nothing to do with this! What do I have to do to prove myself?!” You try to fight back, trying your best to stay in the room and explain yourself.

You thought most of your cries had gone unheard, but Steve looked back at Vince and then towards you. His following few words leave you stunned. “Best thing you can do is kick that girls ass! But she’s your little friend, so you won’t do it, will ya’?”

And when you're finally pushed out of the room, the door slams in your face when you turn around to try to face him.

Saying that this backfired was a huge understatement. The next thing you needed to do was figure out how to clear your name. A way that preferably didn't involve beating Torrie up.

You can hear their muffled speaking through the door. Steve's was louder than the others, and you walked over to put your ear against it.

"-took care of the trash, Vince."

Trash? Was he talking about you?? You narrow your eyes as you listen further.

"I think that was a little overboard." That was Debra. "I don't think she had anything to do with this. That's saying something."

"How the in hell are you gonna say she didn't do anything?! That girl was plotting, Debra. Plotting to embarrass Vince." Steve again.

"I can't believe I was going to tell her my strategy. I guess you can't trust anybody. Isn't that right, Steve?" It's Kurt next. You can't stand listening any longer, your frustration bubbling up toward the surface.

As bleak as it looks, beating Torrie up may be your next option. However, you'll continue playing this damsel in distress role to reach the goal.

Like she was lying in wait, the woman of the hour comes rounding the corner with a giddy look on her face. She can’t even sit still, you’d be the same way, had you gotten out of the room with no issue.

Her voice lowered, but still excited, she grabs your hands and jumps in place. “Did you see that, [Name]? I totally got him! His wife came in and it was hilarious! He completely got caught with his pants down!”

You absolutely had to gain trust again. You don’t want to disappoint Shane and you can’t afford to lose trust this close to Invasion.

You had a feeling that you’re right on the cusp of getting in there. Kurt and Debra seemed to have liked you, and you weren’t so sure about Steve, but you can definitely persuade him by proving yourself to him.

In a perfect world, this would’ve went well and you would’ve solidified your spot in the WWF. But this was a stupid idea, and it probably should’ve been planned out more.

“Yeah, I saw.” You give a strained smile to Torrie. “It was really funny…”

Thankfully, Edge and Christian weren’t quite wary of you when you met up, more focused on their match ahead. If they had any suspicion, you’d rather them ask it afterwards. You’re here to win as of now.

Especially Christian, who’d lost against X-Pac earlier. Kind of like you, he was looking to burn off some steam and he mentioned how he was more than happy to do it again in the ring.

Although, you couldn’t help but to feel as if they’d been giving you weird looks since you got here.

Matt, Jeff, and Lita had already made their entrance. The three of you were up next.

JR’s the first to kick things off. “We’ve got hell of a match cooking up tonight. Six man tag-team match set up by Commissioner Regal, I hear it’s partly thanks to [Name]. I tell you, Paul, I don’t know how she’s done it. She waltzes up into this company, begs for a match, and gets it immediately? I know a few guys here that would die for a chance to do something like that!”

Right now, you feel very stiff. No idea why, either. You had started feeling that way when you made your way over to gorilla and you still feel that way coming down the ramp. You made sure to stretch before hand, so you’re not entirely sure why you feel tense.

Edge cooly slides into the ring as Christian descends up the stairs. You watch them for a second, waiting until they clear out of your way before you go up the stairs yourself.

“The real question is, can this woman hold her own against Lita?” Paul says. “I gotta say, that [Name] looks like she’s a tricky one. I might even say she’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing! It’s almost foolish to say she wasn’t involved with Torrie Wilson’s scheme!” Paul exclaims. “For once, I can admit that Stone Cold Steve Austin had a point. Don’t. Trust. Anybody!”

Almost immediately, Christian rushes right into the ring and straight up tackles Matt onto the mat to start punching the bell out of him. The rest of you look in awe, completely startled at his sudden aggression.

In an attempt to defend his brother, Jeff rushes over to try and knock him off, but Edge catches him, spearing him right out of the way before he can do any damage.

“Look at this madness between these teams! Can they even control themselves??” Paul chastises. “The match hasn’t even started yet!”

“A long standing rivalry between those men. Edge and Christian, the Hardy’s, they’ve been at each others necks for nearly two years now.” JR starts to explain. “There may be some mutual respect, but it’s all about winning. As a matter of fact, it’s only a matter of time before Lita and [Name] start to clash because of it..”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Lita start to approach you, so you decide to get her before she gets you first, leaping at her with the intent to hit her. There’s complete chaos in the ring as the referee rushes around, unsure as to who to stop.

JR called it. “And there they go!”

The crowd yells even louder as they watch all of you exchange blows. Christian and Matt decide to take things outside the ring, both rolling out. Edge and Jeff also start to make their way out, giving you and Lita the floor to do as you please.

Because you two were the only ones left within the ring, the referee decided that you two were going to be the legal men. He forces his arm right in between you two, then completely pushes you away from Lita.

You take a moment to catch your breath, retreating over to the corner and adjusting your gear. The men on the outside finally stop fighting each other and make their way up to their respective corners.

When Edge and Christian get up onto the apron, you can hear them saying words of encouragement toward you, albeit out of breath. Christian is the one who reaches over and slaps your shoulder twice. “[Name], you’re up.”

“Good luck.” Edge gives you a thumbs up.

When you focus back on your opponents, you can see Matt pointing fingers toward you, while Lita’s trying to play peacemaker. You’re not exactly sure what they’re saying, as the crowd buzzing all around you prevents you from hearing them.

She holds her hands up, gently pushing him away from her. Matt eventually relents, going under the ropes followed by Jeff. There’s a focused look on her face as she sighs and looks at you.

“Reaaady?” You ask her with a smile. She doesn’t reply.

The referee takes a look at you two and nods in confirmation to himself, then turns to signal for the bell. The bell rings thrice, signaling you two are cleared to begin.

The both of you approach the center of the ring carefully, then rush at each other to lock up.

Lita gets the better of you as she suddenly breaks the hold, giving the impression that she would irish whip you into the ropes until she pulls you back and knees your stomach.

You immediately keel over in pain, but she doesn’t stop there. Lita stands you up straight, hooks her leg behind your knee, then pulls your arm over her shoulder. She lifts you up with practiced ease, and then fisherman suplexes you right down onto the mat.

The sharp pain runs right up your spine and you writhe on the mat for a moment.

“Lita!” You hear Matt call. You turn yourself to look at him and see his hand outstretched toward her. And when you tilt your head to look up at Lita to see her reaction, she seems rather confused.

Instead of reaching down to pick you up, she walks towards Matt. You take this opportunity to take your foot and jam it into the back of her knee, causing her to crumple down onto the mat with a thud.

“[Name] quickly taking advantage of this situation!” JR watches as you hop on Lita in an attempt to pin her. The crowd buzzes in anticipation, but she kicks out quickly. “Matt wanted the tag in, but I don’t think he meant to distract her!”

Matt puts a hand on his chest and sighs of relief. That was a close one…

“If you ask me, JR, it seems like Matt has a little bit of a crush on [Name]!” Paul theorizes, turning his head over to him. “Why else would he want to get his hands on her? I think that Hardy boy likes what he sees.”

“Now where in gods name did you get that from?” JR raises an eyebrow at him. “Matt and Lita are together, besides, don’t you see how irritated he was with her earlier?”

“But you’ve gotta look deeper.” Paul insists to him, motioning a hand up to the ring. “Look past the suspicion for a second! I know it may be hard for someone like you to get this, but know that a beautiful woman like [Name] could easily whisk Matt Hardy away! In fact, Lita should be on her knees thanking [Name] for her mercy!”

You get up from your spot and give a kick right into Lita’s midsection before she can get up to ensure she’ll have the wind knocked out of her for a bit longer. You turn on your heel and wave at Jeff, who only looks at you in confusion.

He still waves back, fortunately.

“Let me humor you,“ JR says. “But it seems like Matt’s out of luck. [Name] looks like she’s got her eyes on another Hardy at the moment.”

When you turn around and lean down to get her back up, Lita elbows you right in the stomach to take back control. She gets up onto her feet and grabs onto your hair, then works her way over toward the corner and slams your head right into the turnbuckle.

You almost lose your footing from the impact and grab onto the rope. Lita forces you to turn around and starts to punch you. She stops around the third time, then pulls you back out in another attempt to irish whip you into the other corner.

You saw it coming. You spin around and reverse it so that she’s catapulted to the corner instead. Once her back hits the turnbuckle, you take a few steps back and run towards her to slam your hip into her torso.

”Switch out,” The referee suddenly tells you two. You’re not sure if Lita was taken aback as much as you were, but damn.

That call was quick, a little too quick. But if that’s what they wanted, then fine. You begrudgingly walk over to her, hold onto the ropes, and use your foot to choke her for a few seconds.

There’s still some time in the rest of the match, so you’re not too upset about it right now. You can come back later.

Anyway, you’re quick to reach your tag team partners and decide to give it to a very eager Christian. His hand quickly slaps yours and you two trade positions. You’re hanging back with Edge and you look at him with a strained smile.

He can’t even question it either, the attention is focused back onto the ring. Christian grabs Lita up by her hair, but she gathers enough strength to lift her arm up and give him a low blow.

It gives her time to rush over to her corner, nearly losing her footing as she does so, and tag Jeff in. A shrill of women screaming in joy hit your ears, and Jeff rushes into the ring to handle Christian. Immediately, he drop kicks him. The crowd excitedly gets onto their feet for him.

All the while, Matt looks incredibly offended. You can’t help but to snicker.

“She skipped right over Matt!” Paul exclaimed. “Talk about a lovers quarrel!”

“Matt Hardy visibly not pleased about the tag,” JR points out. That displeased look is forever written all over Matt’s face as he turns over to Lita.

Just before Jeff can do anything else, Christian’s able to catch him. With strength that even surprises you, Christian lifts Jeff up and drops him stomach first onto his knee.

JR flinches at the sound of the impact. “God, what a gutbuster by Christian!”

Jeff immediately rolls off of his knee, clutching his stomach in pain. But it doesn’t end there, Christian comes over and grabs him into a headlock. He puts up a struggle, flailing his arms and doing his best to remove Christian’s grip.

“Come on, Jeff!” Lita yells, slapping her hand on the rope. “Get up!” Then she starts to clap her hands, coaxing the crowd to join her.

Claps begin to echo around the arena, which gives Jeff enough motivation to get up from his spot and free himself from the headlock. The crowd cheers and he punches Christian multiple times. He ends up backing him into a corner and continues this assault.

Both you and Edge reach your hand out to no avail, desperately wanting to get in there and save Christian.

Jeff’s taking advantage of this upper hand for as long as he can, and the crowd has yet to simmer down. He’s on fire!

And suddenly, he starts to tuck Christian’s head under his arm. You’re not entirely sure what move that is, but Edge frantically hit your shoulder, worriedly calling your name. “This is way too early, that’s his finisher! You gotta get in there!”

Oh yeah. You’re stopping that immediately. "I got it! Hey!” You call for the referee’s attention and start to get under the ropes. He turns over to you and starts to chastise and push you back out, which lets Edge slink into the ring.

You’re grabbing onto his shoulders, making sure that he doesn’t turn around to see what’s going on.

“Referee‘s got his back turned, Edge is in the ring!” JR says.

“[Name]’s pulling out some tricks!” Paul adds in. “Suppose she’s playing some mind games to get where she wants to be!”

Matt and Lita try to get the referee’s attention, but you’ve got him distracted by making a scene. He’s trying to hold you back from intervening while Edge yanks Jeff off of Christian, turning him around and lifting him up to perform a Flapjack.

When Jeff hits the mat, he hits it hard. The way the mat thuds in response to his body landing on it makes you flinch.

You think he’s out cold for a second, which weirdly concerns you. Edge quickly exits the ring afterward, quickly getting under the ropes as to not rouse any suspicion.

Once he’s securely over there, you let go of the referee and he turns back around to see Christian trying to pin Jeff.

He starts to count, but Jeff gets his shoulder up a little bit after two. Both men rise to their feet once more..

But the loud sound of glass shattering completely startled you. The music that began playing afterward is drowned out by the crowd screaming.

“The rattlesnake?! What in gods name is he doing out here?!” JR exclaims in shock.

You turn to see none other than Stone Cold Steve Austin himself coming down the ramp. You’re confused, with the feeling shared by your fellow wrestlers. He comes down the ramp and slides into the ring, quickly turning Christian toward him and kicks him right in the stomach, pulling off a Stunner on him.

Jeff wasn’t exempt either. Steve kicks him in his stomach and does yet another Stunner.

When you look at your opponents, you see Matt come from under the ropes, while Lita jumps off of the apron to get away. It’s probably the fastest you’d ever seen her move so far.

Edge springs into action too, but you know for a fact they’re both going to meet the same fate. When he gets to handle them, it was only then you realized he came to disrupt the flow of the match.

The bell rings, signaling that this match ends in a no contest. All thanks to Steve.

You’ve only done a few things and yet, it gets ruined. Your start here gets ruined by him. The man who wanted you to prove yourself, the man who told you to get rid of Torrie if you had the balls to and you’d have their trust.

He seriously ruined your debut match.

Ruined every single thing about it and all you can do is just stare in shock, but it quickly warps into anger. Was this supposed to be his revenge?

JR notices the range of emotions on your face. “She looks conflicted! In the face of a rattlesnake, what can a woman like [Name] do?!”

“You either get bit or run like hell! I mean, look at Lita,” Paul said. “She high-tailed it out of the ring!”

Steve turns to look at you, waiting to see if you’d do anything in response to this attack. Yet again, the crowd gets on their feet.

“Does that piss you off, little girl?” The patronizing tone he speaks to you in makes you clench your fist and grit your teeth. Who did he think he was?

“Yes!” You exclaim, huffing out heavily afterward. “Yes, it pisses me off!” In response, Austin comes closer to you on the apron, getting right in your face.

Getting revenge was great, but he figured seeing your aggression on display was greater. Men and women cower when his name is even mentioned, but you, you weren’t afraid to step up it looked like.

“Good. Good!” He says, watching as you twist your head away from him. “I’m glad that shit pisses you off.”

As much as you want to hit him, you don’t. Something in the back of your mind tells you that you couldn’t compromise yourself. If you were to get back into his good graces, you don’t have a choice but to stand there and take it.

So much to Steve (and the crowd’s) disappointment, you jump off of the apron without a fight.

Match is over, what’s the point of sticking around?

There’s boos from all around you as you throw your hands up. You’ve already had enough major losses for the day. Can’t wait for the next inevitable disappointment.

As soon as you push those curtains away and hit backstage, there’s someone waiting for you. This is no wrestler. From the looks of his no-nonsense appearance coupled with his neat clothing, you can only assume that this older man is a member of production. He’s sorting through some papers and then looks up at you.

“Ah, [Name], right?” He asks, holding out his hand. Once you take it with a rather defeated nod, he smiles. "My name is Julian. Some of the creative team were watching you in the truck and at the tail end of the match, I was sent to speak with you backstage on behalf of the team. I’ll make this quick, trust me. You seem like a busy woman now.”

”Guess so.” You say. The sudden reminder that the window to return the rental car in was closing, and you wince. Hopefully this is as quick as he says. “You know, you guys sound like the police, doing all that surveillance. You guys have a production truck? I’m curious to see what it looks like now..”

“We do. Must be an upgrade from WCW, yeah?” He chuckles at your curiosity. “Unfortunately, wrestlers aren’t allowed back there. Onto lighter news, for your first match, you did great. Everything went according to plan.” His praise brings a tired smile onto your face. “However, there is just one thing.”

No matter how perfect something might be, you’ll always be subjected to some kind of criticism, so you think you’re ready to hear it. You don’t say anything, simply nodding your head for him to go on.

“You see,” Julian clears his throat, weirdly nervous. “How do I say this?” Almost as if he doesn’t want to offend you, he gives you an uneasy smile.

“Believe me. You look fantastic in the ring from what we’ve seen so far. You can hold your own. But we don’t want you to outshine the others, that’s all. Slow your moves down a bit at least. If you need any assistance with changing things up, we have a school over in Kentucky. There’s nothing wrong with staying off television.”

Guess they wanted to nip it in the bud before you had any single matches. You’re not even sure if the compliment he gave you was worth it. He sits here smiling all while telling you that you had to slow down, suggesting that you change the way you wrestle.

And why? To be dumbed down to Torrie or Stacy’s level in the end? You love them to death, but everyone knows they can’t touch you in the ring. You’re more fit for someone like Lita, that is until you find out how the other woman of the WWF roster hold themselves up in the ring. Besides Trish, you’d like to meet them.

But this? This is killing your morale. It’s not fair. “No,” You quickly answer. “I’m not interested in it and I don’t need help either.”

You quiet down after thinking about what he’s told you. Shortly after, a battered Edge and Christian brush past you, the both of them gently setting their hand onto your shoulder as they go, perhaps telling you that it was a good match despite what happened.

They don’t forget Julian, shaking his hand as they pass by. He praises them, telling them that they looked great out there and keep up the good work. Despite it being nearly the same as your own praise, theirs felt more genuine.

You think you’re starting to hate this place more and more. You’d much rather be at your true home.

[uslv]

Fix me

Tommy Shelby × Female OC

A/N: sorry for the wait ! I don't really like this book ughhhh the plot just moves too fast but oh well

1860 words

Part Two

Breeze hit my face as I shivered. I had to sleep on the dock seeing that the man took my bed. Not complaining, he needs it more than I do.

I barely slept at all last night. I flicked my heavy eyes around as I brushed thru my hair with my fingers.

I headed to the bathroom swiftly washing my teeth before I went to see my father.

I slowly peaked thru his room seeing he was sound asleep. I smiled as I closed the door. I went back out on the dock taking my yarn.

I finished crocheting the mans socks, since I barely slept last night I had to do something. I started crocheting him a hat, the hat is more for memories than for actual use. But who knows, he might actually use it someday. If he comes out alive.

I continued to crochet hoping that the measurement were good. But the door to my room gently opened.

I immediately got up to go to my room to help him. He was walking out, with those socks that had holes in them. He had the blanket over him as I came closer.

"Rest. I'll get what you need." I said as I turned him back to my room.

He sat down on my bed as I scurryed to the dock taking the socks I made.

"Here, their finished." I softly spoke showing him the socks.

He looks at the socks, but his reaction stayed blank. I got on my knees taking his old socks off. I felt his cold feet as I shook my head in disapproval.

"Hopefully these will keep you warm." I said as I slid the socks on him, being a perfect fit.

"There we go! Much better." I smiled looking up at him. He was looking down at his new socks, reaction still blank.

"Your boots are almost dry if you want to put them on?" I suggested as I got up.

He slightly shook his head no. At least he was listening to me.

"Alright than, I'll make breakfast for you." I smiled as I exited his room.

I went to the kitchen taking the bread and cutting a slice. I put some spread on and cooked an egg on the side. I placed the food on a plate as I went to his room. It wasn't the best breakfast, but those were the circumstances.

"Here." I smiled handing him the plate.

I could just see at the slightest, the corners of his mouth rised. Barely noticeable. A wider smile appeared on my face, a grin. I was happy he was finally showing emotion.

"You'll be home in no time." I smiled as I exited his room. I saw my dad on the dock, turning on the engine.

"You need help?" I asked him as I went on the dock.

"All good." He said as we started moving. I sat down taking my yarn, continuing to crochet the mans hat.

I smiled to myself remembering I slightly broke thru that blank wall of his. It felt like a mission completed.

"We've got company." My father spoke making me jump.

I look at the sea seeing a few boats coming on the opposite direction of us. There was a British flag so I wasn't too alarmed. My dad started to slow down to ask the men where their heading. One of the boats stopped, turning his engine off completely.

"If you have room come with us down, we are taking hurt soldiers." One of the men yelled out.

My dad nodded as he immediately started turning around.

"Dad? Are you sure?" I asked somewhat panicked.

"We need to help Evelyn." He said as he steared.

I sighed out somewhat worried. What if the man gets mad. We told him we're going home. I decided to immediately tell him. I went to his room, slightly knocking before entering.

His head turned to me as our eyes met. Hi eyes lit up seeing me. My breath hitched as I immediately forgot what was I about to say.

"I-. . . We're going back." I spoke as his eyebrows furrowed.

He got up exiting the room as he barged outside to the dock.

"We cannot go back. That is a death martch." He sternly said. I came running to his trying to calm him down.

"Look son, we need to help the other men-"

"You are going to get yourself killed!" He exclaimed.

I was left speachless. I looked at the man, than at my father.

"I've already made my decision son." My dad sighed.

The man ran his fingers thru his hair as he walked in circles.

"I- It'll be alright, don't wor-"

"Evelyn, leave the man alone." My dad warned.

The man stormed to my room as I looked at my dad, than at him. I looked at my dad one last time as I went after the man.

I gently opened the door peaking my head. He was sitting, head in hands. I closed the door sitting beside him.

"I'm sorry-"

"it's not your fault." He spoke.

"Relax a bit, everything will be alright. Believe me." I softly spoke putting my hand on his chest.

I looked at his eyes, million thoughts going thru his head. I sighed as I got up. I stood in front of him as I unbuckled the heavy jacket he was wearing.

"You'll feel better. You just need to rest." I spoke as I helped him take it off.

I placed the jacket on the hook. I took his suspenders off his shoulders as I noted him to relax. His head still in hands as he looked down at his feet.

I placed my delicate hands on his shoulders, as I started to massage him, hoping he will relax. I saw him close his eyes as I unclogged his tight muscles.

"Lay down." I softly spoke.

After a moment he obligated laying down on his stomach. I crawled on the bed as I placed my hand on his back. I started pressing in on each of his muscle, trying to untense them. I felt him relax underneath me as I continued.

"It'll be alright, believe me. As long as I'm here with you, I'll keep you safe." I told him trying to comfort him.

I turned him around as I started massageing his chest. I rubbed my palms against his chest and to his neck. His eyes looked droopy, he looked like he would fall asleep any second. I smiled to myself. I could fix him.

He took one long blink. I realised he was now asleep. I didn't want to wake him up so I just crawled off the bed and headed towards the door.

I felt his hand brush my, making me turn. He was looking at me in the eyes. I immediately melt. His hand was touching my pinky as his eyes stayed on mine.

"Don't leave me." He softly spoke.

The corners of my lips rised as I came closer to him. I layed on the bed resting my head on his chest. I sighed as I melted back into his touch. His arm warped around me as my eyes closed. I felt heavy, I could finally sleep.

❜

"Evelyn..? Evelyn!" I heard from outside the room. I opened my heavy eyelids as the door flung open. I immediately jumped up.

"Evelyn are you serious? You can't use men like him." He exclaimed.

"Father quieter, let him sleep." I said almost in a whisper.

"I don't care, he better be awake, we have men coming in." My dad spoke just as he left.

I sighed as I looked behind me at the man. His eyes were half open.

"You sleep." I smiled as I brushed my hand over his. I went to exit but he weakly held me by my pinky. I looked back at him.

"I'll be back soon okay?" I smiled just as I exited.

"We're reaching the shore!" My dad yelled from the dock.

I immediately went on the dock to prepare the rope. He stopped the engine as I saw hundreds of men getting in on the ships before us.

The boat stops as I hop off, tieing the rope around the stone fence. I pulled down the bridge as some men hurried to get on the boat. They got on with some chatter, hearing some lude comments. "You come with the boat?" One man said making me wince in disgust.

We reached the limit of the men as I hopped on the boat, untiring it first.

"All good!" I yelled out to my dad as the men sat down on the boat. I made my way to my dad as he started the engine.

"We all good?" My dad asked me.

"Everyones good, no injured." I said as I looked thru the men.

"Great..." my dad said under his breath.

I took my yarn as I started crocheting. Most of the men fell asleep, some quietly chatting. I was finishing with crocheting the hat for the man, which I don't even know the name of.

I went to the storage where I took a small box, placing the hat in along with a note. I planned to give it to him when he gets home. I realised I need to check up on him, to tell him everything was alright and that we're finally going home.

I swiftly got into the room seeing him laying on the bed. His head shoots up to look at me, the slightest smile appearing on his face.

"All the men boarded. Just so you know." I smiled shyly.

"We're heading home now." I continued as I sat on the bed. He sat beside as we bothe stared at the floor below.

"What's your name?"I asked turning to look at him.

"Thomas." He answered.

A smile grew on my face as I rested my head on his shoulder.

"Well, nice to meet you Thomas, I'm Evelyn." I smiled. He didn't say anything, he just sighed, in satisfaction.

"Are you hungry?" I asked looking up at him. He just shook his head no.

I continued looking up at him, as he stared at the door Infront. I felt somewhat connected, with him. Like there's some kind of bond. I felt like I knew him for years. All those thoughts led to another. Leading me to ask a question.

"How were you before this?" I asked him.

"Before war?" I continued. He loudly sighed as he gently got on the bed.

"You'll find out." He said making me smile.

I reached my hand to his, feeling the old and rhaspy skin. I layed down beside him, closing my eyes once again.

"I can sleep only when I'm with you." He said out of the blue, making me slightly flustered.

I didn't know what to say, I just snuggled up more against him as I rubbed my hand over his chest.

I felt droopy again, each blink being heavier than the last one. Than I just fell asleep.